In which Frank is a grumpy detective who doesn't want to admit he's lonely, and Gerard is a photographer that always seems to smell like ripe raspberries. [SIDE-NOTE: ACAB & TW FOR BRENDON URIE HE'S TOO HARD TO EDIT OUT] ✩ ✩ blackhair!parade!gerard shorthair!dangerdays!frank

Frank Iero, 17 years old, gets injuries randomly, out of the blue. He doesn't do them to himself and no one does them to him, that he knows of. He doesn't know why it happens, how it happens, and who or what is doing it to him. After a bad accident he's determined to find out what is happening, but is quite surprised by the source of his wounds.

Frank isn't sick. Gerard isn't crazy. And Mikey can't remember a thing. [2018]

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

Gerard Way was nothing short of an idiotic imbecile, and Frank Iero was the definition of punk rock. ↓ "You said I couldn't punch anyone. You never said anything about kicking." "Oh my fucking God-" - - cocky!punk!frank | idiot!pastel!gerard [SOME CHAPTERS ARE POORLY EDITED IM SORRY]

In the hostile town of Belleville, New Jersey, a small diner was situated, run by Bob Bryar and somewhat co-owned by the bitter redhead known as Gerard "Gee" Way. It wasn't much, and a bit too busy for a comfortable scene, but it was the exact place a lonely Frank found himself at a useless hour, chatting up the nervous waiter whilst sipping away at a vanilla milkshake that was much too much for him and his small form. • • dangerdays!gerard parade!frank

(ON HOLD) Gerard Way lived a normal life. Majored in creative writing in college, had an overly flamboyant gay best friend/roommate, and just wanted somebody to love. He didn't really care who, gender was never an issue. He just wanted somebody. And that's when Frank Iero came into the picture. A figment of his own imagination, sure. But figments of peoples imaginations don't usually walk into your Public Speaking class claiming to be a new student. Sometimes people can be blinded by what they want to see, rather than what's actually there.

In which Gerard is self repulsive and can't believe his little brother forced him to leave his room. That is, until he meets a cute baker that has just the right amount of tattoos. [COMPLETED] + [POOR EDITING WHOOPS]

(Sequel to 'I'll Never Let Them Hurt You') Gerard and Frank just graduated from High School and things have never been better. But all good things must come to an end.

Gerard thought that committing suicide would finally end it: no more pain, no more sorrow-nothing. The last thing he expected was to wake up in Hell, reborn as a demon under Lucifer's control. He is planning on ending himself-for good this time-when he runs into an angel named Frank. Even though it is forbidden, he can't resist spending time with him, and before he even realizes what is happening, he has fallen in love with this mysterious angel. Little does he know that their innocent romance is a part of something much greater which could ignite an all-out war between Heaven and Hell. ~~~ *trigger warning for suicidal thoughts and actions, violent scenes, and character deaths* Completed