What I Do For A Living (MCR Fanfic)
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  • Reads 3,787
  • Votes 186
  • Parts 20
  • Time 4h 31m
Complete, First published Sep 28, 2013
Mature
It’s all but a white cloth separating the 2 friends, as one lays on a cold, metal table. 

      And the other friend- alive, standing in dread, still shaken by all the stuff he had to undergo. Although, deep down, he knows that this is really how life works; you live, you breathe, you die.

      But he is very certain that the last part wasn’t supposed to happen to his best friend today, of all days, and of all ways. It could’ve been many years later, and it could've been because of old age. Not on his birthday, and not a suicide.
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Gerard Way wasn't the shiniest example of smart human evolution when he accepted the job as the Suicide Department Head, but he didn't have a lot of choices (well, he did, but it was death). The job was fairly easy- fetch souls. He had two supernatural bosses, a supernatural secret, and a supernatural job. 

But everything has a loop hole. Gerard found his when he had to kill someone. 

WARNING: definitely contains matured (no smut) content, but if you liked the band, that wouldn't be an issue.
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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)