Frank's new secretary is possibly the most annoying person he's ever met.

Gerard Way is pissed, beyond mad. Completely furious to the point where it is concerning. The only thing on his mind is revenge, revenge against the people who killed his wife and daughter. He will do anything to avenge them, even if that means taking down the whole corporation. Which also means killing the leader of the group, the infamous and dangerous Frank Iero.

There will always be that person you will never lose feelings for. Well for Gerard Way, that person is Frank Iero. Frank and Gerard had dated before and broke up on bad terms but when they end up running into each other again about a year later, Gerard gets the feeling that he wants to try again. Maybe they had something real? Maybe they ran into each other for a reason? Gerard can only hope Frank would feel the same.

Frank and Gerard are forced to go to camp, bumping into each other at an unfortunate time. Gerard is kind of secretive, though Frank plans to figure him out. As they become friends, Frank has a spark of feelings. Will Gerard return this feeling? (Happy ending)

Frank, a fresh graduate, has moved to college where he was to pursue music. With a bad first impression and the asshole complex, he wasn't taking anything from his emotionless and irresponsible roommate, Gerard. He tries to keep to himself, being rude to ward off his introverted roommate. What happens when he gets to know him more?

(based on the song ‘Burn Bright’ by My Chemical Romance. A Frerard fanfiction, written by two authors) Frank’s a punk kid with an intimidating look and a big heart. Gerard’s a goody-two-shoes that just can’t seem to find his way out of the life his parents have made for him. After meeting one night in the city, they promise to meet every night, right there under the city lights. Both of them want something out of this - will Frank finally get the love he’s been wishing for, and will Gerard find himself through Frank’s eyes? Or will the city lights blind them - will they disappear without getting the chance to know who they truly were?

Frank Iero has a schedule. He gets beat up mercilessly and a boy comes in, as if by supernatural fate, and cleans him up before the next class. He's the most gentle thing in his life, or so he thinks. Frank has these dreams that haunt him every day. They're violent, bloody dreams. Some of them he enjoys, others set his teeth on edge. He never thought he could be kind enough to have friends until the boy proves him wrong. Very, very wrong. *completed*

Frank is a newcomer in a quiet, sleepy town, trying to escape his past. It's dull and boring until the arrival of a newcomer that could be the making or breaking of him. Gerard has demons of his own and is shipped off to his Uncle's place in the ass end of nowhere to sort himself out. He can't imagine anything worse until he stumbles upon a punk kid who seems to have secrets of his own. Frank is determined to keep himself to himself, but Gerard is an annoying, nosy, pain in the ass, who, for some reason, Frank can't seem to get enough of. Will he eventually let Gerard into his life, and will it be all plain sailing for the two if he does? Mature Content - Target Audience 18+ --------------- "I can't put anyone I care about at risk like that again Gee" Frank said as he stared intently at Gerard in the hope of conveying that he cared about him. "I want to get close, but I'm scared of endangering you." He rested his head on Gerard's shoulder, and the two just looked out to the ocean, allowing it to calm them with its gentle lapping. "I'm prepared to take that risk Frank" Gerard said quietly. "I'd risk it for you."

As a young child, Frank Iero was always fascinated by the beautiful pieces of art known as porcelain dolls. Throughout his childhood, his father did not accept this. He believed dolls were only for girls, and to try and get Frank to share his beliefs, he enforced beatings on his only son. Quite the opposite effect happened though. Frank grew more attached to the enigma of porcelain dolls, and became spiteful of the human race. When he turned eighteen and moved out, he hunted down the fair skinned, poisoning them, preserving their porcelain skin, then dressing and making them up into his own personal dolls. Now 22, when out buying some flowers, he finds a person that he wants as his own more than ever. Gerard Way, 24, newly taking over his mother'a flower shop. Friendly. Gullible. His appearance? Fair skinned, dark hair, big eyes. Just like a porcelain doll.