Completed. Word count: 52,513 Stock·holm Syn·drome - noun: a psychological response in which victims develop feelings of trust and compassion for their captor, almost as if they're not being held as a hostage. Li·ma Syn·drome - noun: a condition in which abductors develop a sense of sympathy for their hostages, sometimes resulting in romantic attraction.

the bible of frikey (written for gwen and hayden , because pete wenis is sin)

As a young child, Frank Iero was always fascinated by the beautiful pieces of art known as porcelain dolls. Throughout his childhood, his father did not accept this. He believed dolls were only for girls, and to try and get Frank to share his beliefs, he enforced beatings on his only son. Quite the opposite effect happened though. Frank grew more attached to the enigma of porcelain dolls, and became spiteful of the human race. When he turned eighteen and moved out, he hunted down the fair skinned, poisoning them, preserving their porcelain skin, then dressing and making them up into his own personal dolls. Now 22, when out buying some flowers, he finds a person that he wants as his own more than ever. Gerard Way, 24, newly taking over his mother'a flower shop. Friendly. Gullible. His appearance? Fair skinned, dark hair, big eyes. Just like a porcelain doll.

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 Gerard is the first of his cellmates to refuse the offer he always makes- have sex with him. He's also the first of his cellmates to have gotten out. This is not my fic. This was NOT franksenpai's fic. This fic was originally written by Venne on mibba, which can be found here: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/483749/A-Bullet-Through-a-Flock-of-Doves/

"I don't love baby, I fuck, and pretty church boys like you are just my type." In which Gerard is a priest and Frank is the head of a drug cartel and one of the most well known mafia's in New Jersey. (a/n this does talk about religion and somewhat insults god/religion in some parts. I respect all cultures and religions and I'm sorry if you're offended. Just a warning)

"'I miss you.' 'What do you mean? I'm right here.' He shook his head. 'No, I mean I miss seeing you. I miss your smile. Seeing you smile made me so happy. I'm still so upset that I'll never see it again.' I breathed in, a bit shaky. 'You've just got to remember that if I'm with you, I'm always smiling, okay?' 'I still miss seeing you. If I could have just one opportunity to be able to see again, even just for a moment, I would spend my time just watching you smile. That's all I would want....'" After a horrible accident, Phil loses his sight and goes completely blind. Dan's help has been amazing to get him through it, but Dan can't help falling in love with his best friend - now in daily need of his care and attention. This story is about love and trust, and how two friends - much more than friends - overcome the odds of a disability, and how they realize that no matter how difficult it gets, they will always have each other. (Warnings: none! :D Fluffy, a little dash of angst, looong)

" we're friends right? well, you can't really tell me otherwise anyway, which is probably why we're friends. " Or the story of an overenthusiastic boy called Phil, who has trouble shutting up, and a reluctantly mute boy called Dan, who's life is falling apart, and how they both come to realise that sometimes - actions can speak louder than words.

Frank Iero has always been different than the other kids at school. He's always pushed his differences aside but that only caused him to drown in his own oppression and lead to nothing other than depression. At the end of his senior year he decides to do something that would change his life forever.

[complete] what happens at camp, stays at camp ; copyright © 2016

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)