Gerard was never one to be captivated by individuals for longer than he thought was necessary, until the day he stumbled into his favorite coffee cove and discovered his future blushing and ethereal seated right where his eyes wouldn't be able to escape looking up at. Happy Valentine's Day! {Warning for explicit sexu...
Some were born with a mouth like red velvet and the tongue of a blunt poet. Others weaved a symphony together in their veins through flesh and blood. "Love itself shall slumber on." In which Gerard is a retired ballet dancer adorned in red and Frank smears ruby colored lipstick onto the ebony and ivory keys of a piano...
(This fic is old and a little cringe, beware) Artists, deep down, hope to find a sign that their creations will leave a mark on the world. Gerard Way, 25 and restless, is one among many, but his deep love for the sea may be ensnared by the embodiment of the ocean's beauty itself when he finds a stranger washed up on t...