❝ "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

"Rule number five, whatever happens inside the circle, stays inside the circle, got it?" In which Gerard is an innocent 17 year old who is threatened and turned on by the punk fuckboy he's never talked to. Until the punk fuckboy invites Lindsey Ballato to play a game of the all so famous truth or dare at a party she happened to force Gerard to come to, and that Frank Iero happened to throw. WARNING: WILL BE SMUTTY

"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 I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

The title is a lie. Band geeks WILL hurt you. The case in point, of course, is the Cooperstown High School Marching Band, better known as the Black Parade. The administration at the high school isn't exactly known for its intelligence, so they have an annual tradition of sending the one hundred and fifty members of the Black Parade to band camp in Battery City for three days. At first, this year's band camp was just like every other year. The trumpets and the saxophones still hated each other, the freshmen still couldn't march correctly, Pete Wentz was still eating all of the pizza in the cafeteria, and Gerard Way was still trying to convince everyone that "saxy" was a real word. But things didn't stay normal for long. Told from ten different perspectives, this is the story of what happened that fateful year at band camp. Basically just one giant messy bandom AU. Also features Frerard and Peterick. Cover by @endlesstwilght.

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

It's 2018 and people think that the apocalypse has ended. Where cities, homes, businesses and humble towns once stood, now there lies only death, only destruction, only emptiness. Only the moans and the shuffles of the living dead. But in reality, it's only just begun. And for two lonely boys, once separated from each other by dead-town states and not even aware of each other's existence, it's far from being over. It's not about saving the world. It's about saving themselves. ----------------------------------

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

The prequel/sequel to I'll Be Your Gerard If You'll Be My Frank. Set at the same time but in Mikey and Ray's POVs. Friends or something more? What is the story of Rikey? ((Cover Art Designed By Me))