Just a bunch of smutty Frerard oneshots.

Just a fluffy, very cliché Ryden oneshot with drive in movies and pastel-ish Ryan

Set in the 1940s, Gerard Way steps off the bus into LA after three years away, under the alias of Elizabeth Short. He lives a normal life, working at a diner and dating the guy of his dreams. Only problem is he's gay and a man dressed in woman's clothes, both of which are illegal and both of which he hasn't told Frank about. A secret is unveiled and Gerard is brutally murdered, the case now known as The Black Dahlia Murder. *trigger warning for graphic depictions of violence and major character death*

Little Brendon and Caregiver Dallon play hide and seek.

Awsten finds himself missing his daddies while they're out shopping. (Little Awsten, Caregiver Geoff and Caregiver Otto)

A steamy night in their bath with love felt kisses, grinding and handjobs.

'I'd love to be in love with you enough to write a love song I need to feel needed and I need it more than I let on I'll be home, just thinking about it Maybe call like I used to But I'll just stay alone, because alone is safer than with you'

Just a fluffy little drabble about Pete having anxiety and Mikey calming him down before their daughter comes home for the first time.

'But I can't love you.' I really couldn't. I'd just hurt you in the end if I told you. So I lied and made you happy so I did it loose you. Until one day I told you something you couldn't forgive me for. I ruined everything because I couldn't love you in the way you wanted. (Also on AO3 under the same name and user)

Power and beauty, two things humans strive for. But they forget about the price, the burdens and responsibilities that come with those things. While he could produce beautiful stones, they were tied to future events and current emotions. They gave him away whenever he wanted to be concealed. It's why he opened his little shop. To hide. And to give away the little trinkets that came from his power. Addicted to alcohol and lonely as fuck was the way to describe Gerard. Drinking was his only friend, no one wanted the weird, queer guy who sold pretty gemstones. People only came into his shop because of what he created. Perfect, delicate items that everyone wanted for personal reasons. Healing, love, sex or just pretty little trinkets. That's all they wanted from him. It wasn't until the short, tattooed guy with the choppy, black mohawk came in that Gerard actually found someone who cared. Someone who didn't just want him for his crystals. (Updated very sporadically) *trigger warning for alcoholism and depictions of depression*