The unholy union of a high school AU and a ghost story. Gerard's life takes a strange turn when his family moves to a small town in Vermont and he discovers the locals aren't all what they seem to be. Also includes: unexpected nature walks, murder, pining, improper treatment of crime scenes, a number of bone-related puns, high school bullies, and a short-range shrub named Ferdinand. First: some extra warnings - This contains violence, homophobia, character death (but the character's still there--there's a fair amount of delving into the subject of death and dying, though, so be aware of that.) There's also some bizarre supernatural sex, but no necrophilia. Just putting that out there now, in case anyone was worried. NO NECROPHILIA. It also could be argued that there's a pretty big age disparity. (DISCLAIMER) This is not my story I just liked it so I posted it here. Credit goes to novembersmith on Archive Of Our Own.

"You see Frank, the void and me... ...we're old friends."

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)

Gerard Way is the school's Norman Bates. He's freaky, he acts like he's constantly anticipating something, and he does taxidermy. People fear him, and quite honestly, he gets off on it. There are so many bad rumors circulating about him that even he isn't sure which ones are true. Meanwhile, Frank Iero has a reputation for himself. He's an idiot. A comedic one, especially with his friend James, but an idiot. He once came to school high off his ass and passed his math exam with flying colors. It was a dumb move, but an entertaining one. Just like when he took the dare to make Gerard Way fall in love with him. • AKA "That ONE fanfic where ray is a massive asshole" Theme Song: Paralyzed - The Used

~AU~ Set in the 1960's~ <Basically this fic is set in an alternate 1960's, where race is not an issue- but sexual orientation is. Just if there's any confusion> Frank Iero, is a struggling musician dealing with the rejection from his family, as well as his recent personal discovery. He meets Gerard Way, a writer under a pseudonym- with a great taste in suits, and a deep secret to tell. He's struggled just as much as Frank, but he's used to bottling it up. The enter into a life-changing situation, one that they know is worth fighting for. One worth dying for...

Frank was the new kid, the new American kid, in a British boarding school and that wasn't the hardest part. Frank wished that was the hardest part. Being the new kid was easy, but being assigned to the room of the most infamous boy in the school - who would hate you purely for existing - is a lot harder. British Private Boarding school was something Frank was just not prepared for. He didn't realise he was going to live with an OCD psycho doting after a dead person. But he had one simple rule which would make everything a little easier, or more would stop it being even harder. Just don't befriend Gerard Way. One rule; but is it easy to follow? That's what Frank was to find out.