18+ only Frank is just an inquisitive young adult, with a penchant for politics, and a boyfriend in the loop. Gerard Way is just a congressman with a bright suit and even brighter hair. Frank just can't get enough of the older man and the way he walks, talks, and glances. And when Gerard finally lets Frank in, it unleashes something in both of them that neither would have expected, in ways that neither counted on. But it's all a secret now because, of course, Gerard's a very important man and, of course... Frank's just a kid.

It should've been pathetic how it only took one look from the cocky bastard and Ghoul was back to being that sixteen year-old boy in the slums of Battery, lost and afraid and, against all better judgment, falling for the vibrant boy who turned his world upside down. But Ghoul's always been weak for Poison, so what's changed really?

Frank is thrust all too suddenly into a new life, one where he's not warmly welcomed. He's the best goddamn hockey player he knows, though, and he's not going to let anyone take that away from him. Or at least, not until his world comes tumbling down. PLEASE be advised, this fic is going to deal with rape, it is going to be a little more mature than some of the other stuff I've written, and I want everyone to know what they're getting into before starting this fic (however, small spoiler, I want it to be clear that neither Frank nor Gerard is the rapist, so if that would fuck you up as much as it would fuck me up, than you don't have to worry about that). 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.

A collection of one-shots, consisting of a mix of smut and fluff. Warnings for: Language, Mature Themes and possible trigger warnings. ⚠Trigger Warnings Will Be Used When Needed ⚠

Frank and his daughter's boyfriend Gerard get along well. Maybe too much. Among being a good husband and a perfect dad, Frank forgets to be himself. With Gerard, he is able to figure out who he was supposed to be all along and finds out he can be much happier as his true self. Now he only needs to figure out how to be happy while hurting his daughter behind her back.

To Frank, it felt like every thing he did needed to be perfect. He needed to be perfect. Everything had an order, and a way to do it, and it needed to stay in that order and be done that way. Everything in his life needed to be the best it possibly could be, he would not, he could not settle for less... He really didn't know about a lot of things, but one thing he will know, is that life is a wild ride from start to finish. It doesn't really matter if you find the answers you were looking for or not.

Frank honestly didn't know that getting your hand stuck in a vending machine could end up getting you laid, but the world is a strange and beautiful place.

Pete and Patrick were still looking expectant, so Mikey said, “So we’re a group of…traveling…personal grooming experts. I guess.” Patrick looked at Gerard. “And their priest.” “We’re very spiritual,” Ray mumbled.

❝ "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

❝ @geeway commented on your post: damn baby you looking hella fine @frnkiero replied to your comment: sleaze ❞ {started 2 july, 2017. finished 9 aug, 2017.} ©prettyiero all rights reserved. a ferard/frerard fanfiction