Ballato Stories

El Fakegram de la Darks de Terry <3

"Ugh, mmm J-Jesus, do you like... y-ya kn-now, wanna go to the fair with me?" Stutters an extremely embarrassed Frank. Smiling down at the short man Gerard happily responds with "Of course I do." _________ A crappy story in which Frank is a dress maker and Gerard is a lonely artist. ~update whenever I feel like~ ~Contains some Petekey~

(this fic is kind of fucked up i guess?? and if you get freaked out by cheating then you definitley shouldn't read this lmao)

Gerard never expected college to be this exciting. He had broken up with his girlfriend and moved to New York, a new start to his life. What he didn't expect was for his professor to be so hot.

Gerard was the prince, the decedent to the throne. He would rule the kingdom one day. On his 18th birthday, when he had come of age, he was taken into the roommof sacred mirrors. His mother led him to the largest mot beautiful one in the the center, resting on a grand looking stand, the mirror looked sharp and polished. His mother gave him instructions. To simply stand in front of the mirror. He did so. He waited and waited but nothing happened, so he asked her what was supposed to happen. "You will see your soulmate, its tradition, you will see a pretty girl and you will marry her and take over the kingdom." She told him. His eyes widen at what he sees, fore he doesn't see a pretty girl at all. "What am I suppose to see again?" He asks his mother. "A pretty girl." He shakes his head and presses his nose against the glass. "But I see a pretty boy." Gerard tells his mother. In a fit of rage she cracks the mirror deeming it broken, and walks off. (I ran out of room, explains more in #1) @myxrated-romance is co-writer ♡