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Petal by softjoseph
Petal
softjoseph
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  • Parts 23
Frank iero: powerful, criminal mastermind, leader of one of the biggest drug/theft organizations worldwide. 26 years old. Deadly. Gerard Way: Incredibly shy florist owner, relatively well known Artist in his community. Diagnosed with anxiety and paranoia at age 16. 20 years old. As harmful as a petal. Power, corruption, and lust.
School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!] by agender
School Hours (Frerard) [Completed!]
agender
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  • Parts 30
Frank Iero is just like any other teenager; living a normal life with an absent father and drunk mother. He has been the 'trouble-maker' of the school ever since kindergarten, where he made his title by cutting girls' hairs and pushing boys. Frank is openly gay and the new art teacher Mr. Way catches his attention, making his purpose to get into Mr. Way's pants, without knowing anything about him. But Mr. Way has secrets, and they both know how dangerous the situation will be, not to mention illegal. The only thing Frank knows is that he wants Mr. Way, and he'll do anything for his teacher to like him back. --- first story warning!! i strongly reccommend you skip this one and read another one of my books!!
Paper Kingdom by graveyardfrnk
Paper Kingdom
graveyardfrnk
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  • Parts 8
17 year old Frank sits at a table, strumming his guitar. His loser of a father comes home in a rage of yells, Frank promises himself he'll do something with his life in that moment. 6 years later and Frank is nothing and he has nothing, his life is going nowhere fast, until he dumps hot coffee all over one Gerard Way. Gerard seemed to come from no where, Frank had never seen him around but his friends had. It was truly odd. Gerard seems to have an obsession with protecting Frank, that's even odder.
Behind Me {ferard} by anna_justanna
Behind Me {ferard}
anna_justanna
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  • Parts 24
Have you ever been a rope? Pulled at and frayed until the threads just can't bear the weight, the heft of the pull, and snap! You're falling, you're plummeting, you're yelling at your dad, and your dad, who's not so good with words, yells back at you with his hands. Have you ever been a rope?