The Cards We're Dealt |•| Frerard
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  • Reads 26,727
  • Votes 1,572
  • Parts 35
  • Time 3h 43m
Ongoing, First published May 25, 2014
Mature
"What the fuck is going on?" Gerard tries again, slowly, almost looking scared to hear the answer. Frank is positive he's scared to tell it. 

 His tone says / I dare you to lie to me again/, but his eyes say /Frankie, please don't lie to me. /

With a deep breath, Frank squeezes his eyes shut and knocks his head back against the wall he's pressed against, willing his mouth to move through the tense grip of fear and shame. 

"Gerard, I-"


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Or, the one where Frank is an angry, alcoholic police officer hired to go undercover and spy on an infamous crime family... Only to get tangled in with a certain white-haired mobster everyone in his office has been warned about. 



[ Police/mafia Au: 
Cop/undercover!Frank, Mafia!Gerard ]
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Wintertime (Frerard, Sequel to Summertime)

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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)