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Leviathan (Frerard)

1-800-COFFEELANE

LECTURES 351
Votes 43
Parties 20
Durée 1h 21m

LECTURES 351
Votes 43
Parties 20
Durée 1h 21m

1-800-COFFEELANE

Contenu pour adultes

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I stared into his beautiful eyes. "Gerard." I said. He laughed a little at my reaction fear in my eyes most likely. He spoke surprisingly. "Do I look like the devil to you? The choice is yours." He said ashamed. I ran away from him. 

❌ Self harm ❌
❌Suicide❌

 THEME SONG: SETTING YOURSELF UP FOR SARCASM BY GET SCAREDTous Droits Réservés

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Psycho Circus (Frerard), écrit par ohholyfrerard

~<Fully Edited<~ He just couldn't help himself. They had to go, and he had to be alone. They smothered him too much for his wicked little mind to handle... ~>•<~ After the bloody murder of those closest too him, Gerard Way found himself in solitary confinement at the only remaining asylum. As the maximum security patient, he was locked away from the world. Until a new arrival, struggling with the deepest, darkest depression, stumbled across the locked door to his separate ward. By the powers of his manipulation, will be able to befriend the new arrival and carry out his manic plan? Or will his own intentions destroy the dwindling sanity left in his mind.

But I'd Like To Learn Your Name (Frerard Fanfic), écrit par savethew0rld

Frank's cousin Richard offers him a job in the summer at the restaurant he owns. But it's not a restaurant. Richard doesn't even own a restaurant, he's a drug dealer, and he has Frank do the dirty work. When Frank is making a round he meets someone in particular. The boy is really cute, he likes all the music Frank likes, and Frank really thinks he likes him. His name is Gerard. Gerard always sneaks out, to drink, do drugs, smoke. His parents try to talk to him, but it never gets through. After a failed suicide attempt they just give up. They give Gerard to one of his moms close colleagues. Mrs. Linda Iero and her family. After another failed attempt lands Gerard in the hospital, Frank and Gerard get closer and closer. I update every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. TRIGGER WARNING (suicide, self harm, drug and alcohol abuse, and I think that's all)

Endlessly, I'll Be Gone (Frerard), écrit par sinisteroceans

After the death of someone truly important to him, Gerard is left lonely and depressed, wondering whether or not it's worth it to keep living. One day however, Gerard meets Frank, who happens to fall out of a tree while Gerard is walking to school and nearly crushes him. The two get along quite well, even though their personalities are practically exact opposites. As time passes by, Frank begins to learn more about Gerard and what he's going through, but will he be able to save him in time? *Warning: Contains mentions of suicide*

Tell Me I'm an Angel (Frerard), écrit par SeraphStarshine

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

Blood Infections (Completed), écrit par couldyapleaseleave

Most of the time, you have no idea what people are going through. You purely Base your judgement on how that person acts or how they look like. You don't notice what is happening in their personal life. Frank Iero is a victim of this. He bases his final judgements on just how people look. Though, he has a realisation. When he falls deeply in love with the school's literal demon. Gerard Way. Even though he acts tough and strong on the outside, he has a medical problem that could possibly kill him. No one knows except his divorced mother and his brother. So when he spills his heart out to Frank, he just hopes that he'll take it the right way.

The Words -frerard-, écrit par gerardsjuarez

I felt like I was in a bad dream and couldn't wake up, everything was spinning. My chest hurt from how hard my heart was thumping. This necklace, how in the world did it get here? I didn't take it back here with me, I left it on Frank's grave in Jersey. I discreetly pinched myself to see if I was dreaming, but I didn't wake up. This was real life. "Oh! That's mine, the string must've broken loose." I heard a voice. I saw feet at first. Yellow converse shoes. Then I saw pants. Black jeans. Then I saw a jacket. A green camo military jacket, not real obviously. Then I saw tattooed hands holding a coffee cup. They were red, most likely freshly washed. Then I met eyes with the person before me. I dropped the necklace and gasped loudly, holding back a shocked scream. The person's face fell, eyes going wide. They took a step back and then a cautious one forward. "Gerard?" They whispered. "Frank..." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, mentions of alcoholism and drug abuse, mentions of sexual assault (rape), mentions of cheating, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

Short Of a Breath, écrit par markiplierlover14

"For god sakes help him! He's bleeding to death!..." My mother yells at the men surrounding me through tears as the paramedics grab my numb body, covered in blood, from my blood stained bedroom floor, to take me to God knows where. My name is Frank Iero, and I give up. First Mikey. Now Gee. I refuse to live in a world filled with your smudged finger prints, and boxes of memories, knowing you're no longer here. But that's not what this life planned for me, right Gerard? ...right?...

Chalk Outline, écrit par TealrootsG

{Completed} "You left me here like a chalk outline, on the side walk, waiting for the rain to wash away." Bert only liked Gerard because he did drugs with him, he was easy to manipulate. That was the reason Gerard's addictions got so bad. To the point of damage. He was angry when Gerard wanted to quit, but he wouldn't let him. It kept going on and on and nobody cared, until Frank decided to do something about what went on in the dark. (#17 in #frankiero 13/3/19 #7 in #theused 15/10/19)

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