-trigger warnings from the beginning- Draco's point of view through out, unless stated other wise Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy fan fic I was broken. A broken toy. Nothing. Until him. We both had battle scars but his where different. He lifted me up when I couldn't go on. He saved me.

Gerard has been running away for as long as he can remember: away from the hunters, away from his past, and away from himself most of all. Besides his brother and Ray, he has been alone for time untold. But his constant dreams refuse to be left in the dust, and it is reaching the point where Gerard is convinced he is going insane, all because of this dark haired man whose name he doesn't even know. ~~~ Vampire AU *trigger warning for blood, gory scenes, and character deaths* Completed Playlist: https://player.spotify.com/user/zookrates/playlist/0ErnzVg2cyiKsU1CNDrrHd

Frank has been in love with tagging since he was thirteen, and although some people would call it a crime, Frank thinks its art. After getting in trouble for tagging a man's shop, he makes it his job to annoy this guy as much as possible, but it turns out impossible not to catch feelings. Despite this, Frank doesn't think he can fall for someone who isn't as passionate about art as he is... And then comes in Red Venom.

Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)