Frank Iero was given two options by his parents: go to juvie or move to England to live with his heavily-catholic relatives. He chose the second, seeing it as a challenge as to how long his aunt and uncle would be able to put up with his troublemaking ass. Maybe he would've chosen Juvie if he realised just what was waiting for him over the Atlantic ocean, in the form of a hot priest who seemed to be so far in the closet he could've been in Narnia. Frank had always loved to cause a shitstorm, but this was on a whole new level. Rated R for sexual themes/scenes and strong language General disclaimer: There are a fair few aspects of this that are not factually accurate when it comes to the church so please bear with me on that!

Frank was always the quiet kid. He got into fights when he shouldn't have, and he didn't often do his homework, and he had a habit of being late to class, but he was somehow still...the quiet one. Yet the teachers were still fond of him, and they took a shine to the kid that got on their nerves. But then he has to leave them behind, and start a whole new school, where his fights, his lateness and his lack of homework aren't as accepted. Even when he befriends the nerdy musical kid who has a crush on their music teacher - but knows that nothing will happen because it's very much illegal - things still seem to go wrong. And then he gets on the wrong side of a certain art teacher, and things just get worse from there. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: there is a LOT of sexual content in this story, and there is a trigger warning on this too]

'My parents must hate me, why else would I be sent to this hell hole?' Elyria Colfort or better known by her nickname Lainey has pushed her parents beyond the point of no return. Raised in a restricting catholic household Lainey had never been given much of a chance to act like a teenager. She gets good grades, doesn't date rebel biker boys or do copious amounts of drugs but occasionally she does what she has to do to stay sane in a house where you get a slap upside the head for saying damn. She drinks occasionally, goes to a party now and then and goes to concerts with her friends. It was a concert that was the final straw for her parents. After sneaking out to see her favorite band with her friends she comes home to find her parents waiting. So what do they do when their child is listening to the 'devils music' (if you could call The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus devil music)? They send her to a all girls christian boarding school in England. After arriving Lainey expects the school to be filled to the brim with snooty, up themselves private school girls...and she would be right about that but what happens when she meets her tour guide? Enter Gerard Way, school priest, also according to every girl at Rosehill Academy 'the hottest human being in existence.' At first Lainey thinks he just happens to be a very gorgeous but cliche goody two shoes priest. But she's wrong, there's more beyond a book than it's cover and the longer she spend at the school the more things she notices that are 'off' about him. She may just be seeing things though, he could actually be a really nice guy, then again maybe not. So what is he? An angel? Or a bad, bad man? This plot and original characters are copyrighted©

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)