Frank Iero - ardent photographer of New York's gloomy streets, an erudite, an aesthete, and a Romantic - accustomed to his new life, after his third marriage, he is convinced that nothing is going to ruin this one for him. When a clandestine relationship kindles between him and Gerard, Frank knows his life will never be the same. 'Prettyboy. My Prettyboy. He was always, and yet never mine.' (60s AU)

After an attack that nearly ends his life Gerard is saved by a scientist that leaves him not all human. He continues his life and becomes the ringmaster of a circus, where young mechanic Frank first meets him. Set in a steampunk universe, this story contains a lot of explicit sex and some violence. ***NOT mine. All credit go to @XxlovefrankieroxX on Ficwad. They're also on AO3 under @Hangmans_Radio.

An illustrated smutty fanfiction paring Gerard Way and Frank Iero.

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

Frank Iero is a mess-plain and simple. He isn't living, just surviving, and even though no seventeen-year-old should feel this way, he can't seem to snap out of it. Frank knows his life is going nowhere, so he wastes his nights away at the local bar, drowning his problems in a drink and hooking up with anyone who looks at him twice. He doesn't care if he is being a slut-Frank just loves sex. He actually feels wanted, even if it's only for an hour or two. But when one thing leads to another, and Frank finds his way into his own teacher's bed, will he finally discover everything he has been looking for, or will it all end in disaster? ~~~ Teacher/Student AU *trigger warning for drinking, self-harm, mental illnesses, depression, etc.*

❝ Du springst, ich springe. Richtig? ❞ Cover by @aufzehengehen ♡

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

Louis und Harry verwechseln da leider etwas. [BDSM AU]

Harry Styles lässt sich nicht von einem armen Tänzer erobern. Dafür ist er sich zu fein. Doch Gefühle lassen sich nicht beeinflussen.

eccedentesiast. [noun]: a person who fakes a smile. harry liebt diesen punk. so sehr, dass er glaubt, dessen selbstzweifel verschwinden zu lassen. "ich würde gerne einen zauberstab nehmen und all deine probleme wegzaubern." "dies ist kein märchen, harry." story von blxcktomlinson cover von jealouis boyxboy story