"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795

Frank Iero was given two options by his parents: go to juvie or move to England to live with his heavily-catholic relatives. He chose the second, seeing it as a challenge as to how long his aunt and uncle would be able to put up with his troublemaking ass. Maybe he would've chosen Juvie if he realised just what was waiting for him over the Atlantic ocean, in the form of a hot priest who seemed to be so far in the closet he could've been in Narnia. Frank had always loved to cause a shitstorm, but this was on a whole new level. Rated R for sexual themes/scenes and strong language General disclaimer: There are a fair few aspects of this that are not factually accurate when it comes to the church so please bear with me on that!

Frank Iero is an English teacher at West Jefferson Academy. He loves his job with all his heart and genuinely cares about his students. And then he sees one of his students getting bullied, one of his favorite students. He tries to help Gerard but Gee refuses help. Eventually, Gee lets him in as they begin to have more than just normal teacher-student relationship.

Gerard is a hardcore punk who bullies Frank. Frank is a boy that likes girly clothes and gets bullied by Gerard. Pete and Mikey have a lot of sex. Warning; homophobic slurs, mentions of sexual deeds, cursing, brief transphobic slur

Frank Iero is a college freshman who couldn't care any less about his classes or about school at all... that is, until he decides to attend his unwanted art class. It doesn't take him long to grow quite a liking towards the strict, yet playful and flirty teacher, Professor Way. However, the more Frank falls for him, the more problems seem to arise and prevent them from being together. Will Frank succeed in winning his teacher over?

17 yr. old High school senior Frank meets the new art teacher, who sees there's a lot more to the kid who's constantly tardy than meets the eye. Author's note: this fanfiction is also posted on Archive Of Our Own

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.*

The misadventures of a confused Gerard and the boy he'S TOTALLY NOT IN LOVE WITH ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ AN attempt at humour, but filled with that juicy angst, pining and self depreciation ~!!

I'm a horny teenager so I write porn about two old dudes that used to have a thing back in the day, it's rad

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)