~Nσ~ (Frerard fic) On Hold
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Last published Wed, Aug 16, 2017
"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."
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A crappy story in which Frank is a dress maker and Gerard is a lonely artist.
~update whenever I feel like~
~Contains some Petekey~
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