"Shit, shit, shit!" Frank Iero is on the run from Better Living Industries; the corporation that's taken over the minds of millions all across America. He's a rebel. He's what they call a "Killjoy." One of the spidery pests out fighting BL/ind. Frank just meant to hide somewhere for the night. How was he supposed to know he was going to get mixed up with some of the biggest criminals out there?

Gerard thought that committing suicide would finally end it: no more pain, no more sorrow-nothing. The last thing he expected was to wake up in Hell, reborn as a demon under Lucifer's control. He is planning on ending himself-for good this time-when he runs into an angel named Frank. Even though it is forbidden, he can't resist spending time with him, and before he even realizes what is happening, he has fallen in love with this mysterious angel. Little does he know that their innocent romance is a part of something much greater which could ignite an all-out war between Heaven and Hell. ~~~ *trigger warning for suicidal thoughts and actions, violent scenes, and character deaths* Completed

Frank Iero meets a priest after being caught in a storm. But this priest turns out to be something that Frank thought was impossible, but then again, everything is not what it seems. No one is who they seem to be. Never know if someone is human or not.

❝ "romeo, oh, romeo, won't you please fuck off?" " come on, juliet. gimme a chance." ❞ pastel!frank ; punk!top!gerard {started: 29 oct '17 completed: 17 feb '18 } ©prettyiero 2017 all rights reserved. a frerard fanfiction

"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.

Gerard Way has visions of Hell and predicted his grandmother's cancer three months before the doctors. Frank Iero was born in a church pew and doesn't fully understand how to be alone in his own head. They fall together, into a type of love that tastes like honey and buzzes like locust wings.

Tyler has been alone all his life. He doesn't go to school, his parents are neglectful, and he has no friends. No one to love him. His only safe place is deep in the forest. He's spent most of his life there. It's his only safe place to be. Each day, Tyler hopes for someone to come into his life and love him. That's not until Josh shows up. Will this be Tyler's hope for love? Special thanks to @blurrywhisperer for making the cover!