Frank has done some bad things in his life. Some really bad things. But Gerard, his new cellmate....yeah, he's done worse. Much worse. Frank doesn't know this, though, when they meet- all he sees is a ragged, dark man with dark hair and dark eyes and a bright, golden cross around his neck. And all he knows is that Ger...
These are 25 of my favourite Frerard fanfictions (in no particular order) that I think everyone should read (whether you ship it or not). All of the writing styles are pretty different, but they're all unique and amazing in their own way. Enjoy :) ---CURRENTLY EDITING AND ADDING SUMMARIES AND SUCH SO IF YOU WERE WOND...
completed!!! part one out of three//// Frank Iero is the gay teenager who, after coming out to his Catholic family, faces trouble in finding himself and fitting in. He will find himself, though, through Father Way.
Gerard draws dicks for a living. Frank takes them. Gerard Way moves into a new apartment in a dodgy complex where he's bound to get beaten to a pulp after his old place is set on fire by those damned 'youths', and by a certain turn of events, his neighbour, the equally provocative, yet entirely in a different way, Fra...
Frank hates Gerard Gerard hates Frank It's always been that way, but after his graduation, Gerard doesn't have to see his bully ever again. Or so he thought Ray knows Gerard Pete knows Frank And both of them want to help their friends out of their single lives by setting up a blind date, not knowing about the pa...
Gerard gets stuck in the elevator with his upstairs neighbor whom he's never had a proper conversation with. They then cross off a series of bucket list items in that tiny prison. Frerard porn with plot, basically.
Every single one of Frank's exes only wanted him for his money. After his last breakup he swore off dating completely, deciding instead to have more promiscuous, non-commital relationships. The classy sex club Inferno was his favorite, especially after he meets G, a red-haired stripper with a fine ass and a tongue li...
A Frerard I found off of a website. Figured I may as well post it so all of you fine people may enjoy it as well. link to original is http://theopteryx.livejournal.com/13377.html. THIS STORY CONTAINS A LOT OF SEXUAL STUFF. There are a few chapters that cannot be read unless you're following me.
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...
Just another fanfic reclist. Ships include: Frerard, Framia, Gerbert, Ryden, Brallon, Petekey, Gabilliam, Joshler, Matty/George, Gryles, Hazoff, Tomlinshaw, Larry, Zarry and Destiel. tumblr reclist: https://handpickedfanfics.tumblr.com/
It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning...
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DISCLAIMER - This is really poorly written, is unrealistic and the characters are shit because I wrote it when I was 14. If you want a decent story read drowning lessons :) After being expelled from every other school in the area, Frank is forced to join the only high school left - Belleville High. He has one last cha...
"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and...
