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Child's Play ➳ Frerard by Revenge_Iero
Revenge_Iero
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Warning: title may not have a whole lot to do with the story but I know how I want to make it, just not name it. Gerard and Frank used to be best friends, so close that Frank would spend days with Gerard because of his home-life. Abusive parents weren't greatest but then something happened one day and the Iero's moved from New Jersey to Maine. Not seeing each other for years until Frank Iero is in the newspaper. Just saying; Gerard did not expect Frank to turn out like he did : SerialKiller!Frank
Disgusting (Frerard) by sacrebIeu
sacrebIeu
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"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."
Follow me home (Frerard) by TaintedEyes
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*Co-written with MyChemicalRachel* Frank is a student at university of south florida, living in a dorm all by himself. on a hot sleepless night, frank decides to go on twitter and pass the time going through his feed. he notices the account of a comic artist from new york and decides to find out more about this guy. but what happens when he gets more information than he was ready for?
Turn Off The Dark (Frerard) by cosmicdiamond
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Frerard. Self-destructive love. One is a screw-up, and one is far beyond it. Can they survive?
The Ghost Room (Frerard) - DISCONTINUED TEMPORARILY by adrenalineparty
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"There was something so awfully strange about him that I don't think I could put it into words if I tried. He was so distant, so out of touch with the world around him. He could stare at something, and stare for hours, but never really see it. It was like he wasn't living in the same world as me. If I saw something solid and definite, to Gerard that something would simply be present in his vision but, somehow, not there at all. It was as if he lived in a state of continuous dream, like everything around him was solid but malleable under his palms if he needed it to be." -Frank, The Ghost Room.