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

It was a simple comment it really shouldn't have meant anything. It would have offended any other guy. It just fucked me up. It made question my entire sexuality and fucking gender. She probably didn't mean for it to affect me in such a big way, but it did. If she knew what it would do, she probably wouldn't have said it, but she did. -So this fic is probably going to have a lot of smut in it and if the whole 'daddy' kink makes you uncomfortable then you should probably not read this because I plan on having that in this story-

just fluff, cute sweetheart gerard & punk frank :3 hope you like it!

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)