It all starts when his new neighbors move in. Frank didn't know it was possible to hate two people so much, but they don't leave him alone! He'd do anything to get them to stop bothering him, which is why he makes a bet with Brendon. It's the neighbors that lead him to the bet, but it's the bet that leads him to Gerard. DISCLAIMER: This fic features Brendon Urie as a character. It was written before allegations were made of Brendon's conduct, and I in no way support him or his actions.

Anno 2081. Due ragazzi destinati a darsi la caccia, stretti tra le stesse mura. Frank, condannato al giorno. Gerard, condannato alla notte. "Non sono il mostro che credi, Frank. Non sono io il tuo nemico." - Vincitrice del 1^ posto al Concorso - LGBTQ+ 2020 ♡ - Vincitrice del 2^ posto nella categoria Yellow Awards agli Shadow Awards 2019 ♡ - Highest rank #1 in #frerard ! Storia di genere distopico e di tematica omosessuale ! ! Contiene occasionali scene di violenza, linguaggio scurrile e tematiche spinte ! © Arabelland

Semplicemente una rivisitazione di Gomorra non accurata. Questa OS è seria O'ciuchin regna Triggered warning.

Una OS smut con il Professor Way, niente più e niente meno.

Frank and Gerard were childhood friends. And then they were enemies. Finally, they became strangers. They'd been friends though, and maybe they'd been a little too affectionate, because everyone thought the two of them would get married someday. Before they became enemies, they had even agreed to use each other as a backup plan. If, by the time they both reached their thirtieth year, they hadn't found someone to marry, they'd marry each other. They have thirty three days left. THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR 18+ AUDIENCES. I can't stop you from reading it at whatever age you are, but please be advised. DISCLAIMER: This fic features Brendon Urie as a character. It was written before allegations were made of Brendon's conduct, and I in no way support him or his actions.

Storia liberamente ispirata al capolavoro di Quentin Tarantino: Pulp Fiction. Ovviamente Frerard.

I hated Gerard Way. And I'm not just saying it. I truly hated him. You know, that kind of hatred - pure and irreversible - that nestles in your chest and makes it rot slowly? Yeah, that. If hatred were an organ, it would look like one of those horrible, shriveled, smoke-eaten lungs... even a bit more ugly, maybe. And if I hadn't had eighteen years of memories to rely on, I wouldn't even have been so sure why I hated him so much... There weren't many people able to hate Gerard Way, after all. Even if he was wrong or in fault, people couldn't blame him for too long or feel resentment toward him, for some reasons. But then there was me. The exception - not very exceptional. The one who was different - as always. Because I did know Gerard in person, and yet I hated him. Nonetheless, they always say how hate sometimes tastes a lot like love... _______________________ This is the first time I properly write something in english, so... yeah. Please, read the notes! _Ashes

Frerard AU umoristica in cui si narrano le vicende di Raperonzolo -o meglio dire Gerardonzolo- e del suo salvatore, il nano cavaliere Frank. Puro disagio in un equivoco contesto medievale popolato da componenti sexy di band altrettanto sexy. - [©2016 @hxpelessaromantic all rights reserved Immagine di copertina di @creepy_angel]

Cosa succede se un esemplare diciassettenne di Gerard Way, meglio noto come CiccioGee, si trasferisce in un nuovo paese e incontra un nano spacciatore di erba ed un afro spettinato con la passione per la matematica? Attenzione, altamente demenziale! Ovviamente Frerard.

It's been a long night of trick-or-treating and Frankie's getting frisky ;) Basically I felt that there weren't enough Halloween Frerard smut stories so here's one where Frank is dressed as a vampire and Gerard is a sexy ass priest. Enjoy ;)