High school is hell for Frank. It's hard surviving when the only person who know's your alive is your best friend. It's even harder when you fall for your friend. All Frank can do is hope that Gerard loves him back and that they can survive together.

A Frerard fanfic. (GOING TO RE EDIT BECAUSE MY WRITING WAS AWFUL 5 YEARS AGO AND MAY ADD MORE) Frank is the new kid at school. He gets bullied on his first day and Gerard comes to his rescue. Was it love at first sight? Did it last? Later on when his gramps dies of unrecognized cancer will Frank start his addictions again? Can Gerard save him? Find out...

frank moves in to a state called New Jersy. He thinks there is nothing more to life than getting beat up because he is gay......but he soon finds out that someone else that he is attracted to is also gay.......

That feel when you read one book and end up accidentally killing your girlfriend as a result of it. See, Frank knew reading was bad for you, although it was probably inappropriate to walk up to your girlfriend's dead body and say 'I told you so'. It was quite honestly an accident though, like Frank really did not mean to set fire to the girls' dorms, and end up killing four students as a result of it, then again, Frank really shouldn't have picked up a book entitled 'Standardised Spellbook 1989-1994' and thought that it would be a good idea to try out some of the 'spells' inside the thing, however it had just so happened that Frank was both a skeptic and an idiot, and that was easily a recipe for disaster. There was of course also the rather unavoidable fact that he was indeed a witch, however Frank still had trouble coming to terms with what he'd done to his girlfriend, let alone how it could have happened. However, thank god, or well, a certain psychic by the name of Ray Toro, that he wasn't alone in this, because Ray knew the moment he set eyes upon the boy, that Frank was so undeniably involved with the fire, but Ray's powers weren't quite strong enough to figure out as to how. The actual discovering of the aforementioned 'how' was left to the Way brothers, your local campus vampires and supernatural experts, well, Mikey was an expert, Gerard just kind of sat there, being the least vampiric vampire in existance - he was a vegan, for god's sake! But it was indeed Gerard, not Mikey, that looked once at the nineteen year old and relayed him his whole life story. How Gerard had managed that, well, not even Gerard himself knew that, but he did know that he had to try his best to help poor Frank Iero bring his girlfriend back from the dead, no matter how little luck in that it seemed as if they would have. (witch!frank) (vampire!gerard) (weeabootrashveganaestheticblogger!gerard) (vampire!mikey) (psychic!ray) (transguy!frank) (college au)

Just as I place my hand on the door handle, I feel something grab my leg. I look down and see a pair of beautiful, browny green eyes, full of sadness and despair, staring up at me, holding back tears. As one manages to escape his beautiful eyes and slowly roll its way down his soft, pale skin, I drop to my knees, head in hands. Gerard. It was Gerard.

Frank Iero, 17 years old, gets injuries randomly, out of the blue. He doesn't do them to himself and no one does them to him, that he knows of. He doesn't know why it happens, how it happens, and who or what is doing it to him. After a bad accident he's determined to find out what is happening, but is quite surprised by the source of his wounds.

Frank Iero gets a new dorm room at the Art And Music College in New York. But does he get a dorm to his own, or not? Sometimes he wonders "I'm not alone."

“Every snowflake is magical, Gerard,” Frank murmurs. “Snowflake wishes always come true.” [My Chemical Romance Frerard oneshot]

After Frank receives a Death Note he makes the mistake of writing down his ex's name, Helena Alexandria Way. At her funeral Frank befriends her brother, Gerard Way. As Frank and Gerard's relationship progresses, Frank is constantly trying to keep anything and everything about the Death Note, and they people lives taken because of it, a secret. But we all know that secrets can’t last forever. [WARNING: This is Frerard, if you don't like Frerard don't read this. There might be smut, there's going to be cussing and all that jazz]