Frerard Fic Recs

Just a teenage fangirl who reads WAY too much gay fanfiction

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Word Count: 43,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Gerard starts his senior year in a new school.

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Word Count: 323,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Just when Gerard was sure he was dispensable, street lights revealed something to him.

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Word Count: 21,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Frank Iero’s biggest hero is Gerard Way; the outspoken, obnoxious lead singer of the multi-platinum selling band My Chemical Romance. His world changes completely when he finds himself suddenly shoved into the limelight, playing sell-out shows every night and earning more than his usual $6 an hour. However, the infamously homophobic frontman isn’t what Frank expects, and after mixed signals and unsolved revelations he learns that, with Gerard Way, things are never simple.

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Word Count: 28,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Gerard's parents are tired of him always getting in trouble. What happens when they send him to live with his grandpa and he meets Frank?

[cryingbcfrerard]

Word Count: 156,000

Rating: Mature

Summary: Pete, in Decaydance Mansion, with a yarrow stake. Frank and Gerard, in the greenhouse, with a plant of questionable origin. Bob, everywhere you look, with a gang of assassins for justice. Vampires, valets, pamphlets, haunted furniture, dub-thrall, disembodied voices, zombie couriers, and sinister rituals.

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Word Count: 104,000

Rating: Mature

Summary: High school/boarding school AU.

Gerard went to boarding school and was introduced to his new roommate who had an unfortunate, yet weirdly cute, stutter and a dark secret.

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Word Count: 11,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Gerard is a creep with a hot neighbor. Loosely based on the movie While You Were Sleeping. Very, very loosely.

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Word Count: 144,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Gerard Way sees the world differently. Alone and institutionalised, Gerard claims that he is being hunted, and that his mind holds the key to existence. Does Gerard really hold such a powerful secret? Or is he just insane like everyone else in the institution?

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Word Count: 16,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Gerard likes listening to Frank jerk off. A lot. (A lot.)

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Word Count: 46,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Gerard sometimes forgets that the picture he had, that dream of his life as a doctor; it wasn’t just his picture, it was his parents too. It was Mikey’s and his grandma’s and every aunt and uncle and cousin that his mom wrote to in her Christmas letters while he was in med school, full of stories about Gerard’s good grades, work experience and internship possibilities.

Kicking a rock particularly harsh down an alley, Gerard’s keys also fly out of his grip as his arms swing in order to help his foot send the rock flying down the alley way and bouncing off a trash can. He hears the keys hit the same trash can and then clatter to the floor.

Gerard curses and storms in to the alley.

From a side door he never saw at first, two people come crashing out of the building and against the opposite wall.

“God, Frank. Jesus, just stay still ok? You might have a fucking concussion, you moron.” One of the guys with curled brown hair is running after the other, steadying the dark haired man by grabbing him by his tattooed arms. “Frank!” he shouts sternly, pressing the man’s back against the brick.

“You can’t hold him down,” Gerard finds himself saying, startling both of the men as well as himself. They both jump and stare at him and Gerard finds himself pinned by the gaze of the tattooed man’s hazel eyes.

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Word Count: 144,000

Rating: Mature

Summary: Frank thought his luck had changed when he won $5,000 on a scratch-off lottery ticket, but it just seemed to make everything worse. First, he couldn’t buy the dog and the unconditional love he wanted because he ended up spending the money on Gerard instead. And, second, the slave he bought out of pity seemed to hate him even though he just wanted to help.

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Word Count: 32,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: He could name every single person in the room but he wouldn’t call them his friends, or even acquaintances for that matter. They’re just the people he goes to school with, the people who pass him in the hallway every single day and yet most of them don’t even register him being there.

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Word Count: 7,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: This fic could also be called, "Frank's Dad is an Asshole" or "Frank Doesn't Know What to do With Himself" or even "Frank is Very Confused, And When in Doubt, Get Your Best Friend to Suck Your Dick - It Solves Everything, Kinda"

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Word Count: 1,000

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Gerard is taking care of Mikey's dog while he's away. Frank shows up. It's all very cute.

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Word Count: 21,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: For two people who come from opposite sides of the spectrum, being around one another is horrible. Unless, of course, you happen to be in love with each other... then it's pure torture. It's Saturday morning, and kids should not be in school.

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Word Count: 31,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: The world as these kids know it is ending, and Gabe Saporta is throwing the party. High school AU based on the movie Can't Hardly Wait.

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Word Count: 21,000

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Fucking tits. It was eighth hour and that meant that Gerard got to go to Biology… Great. Just fucking great. He really, really hated that class more than he should have. There was a reason—it wasn’t just some random never-ending fire that burned in his stomach all day. It wasn’t even something, it was someone.

“You will be staying with your project partner over the duration of this fieldtrip. Now remember: It’s a week long, okay?” Mr. Urie held up a clipboard, “I have your room assignments right here.” Every student in the class strained their necks to see who they’d be staying with, but Mr. Urie quickly put the board down.

“Guys!” He laughed, “I can’t tell you who you’re staying with!” Everyone groaned in disappointment. “Hey, hey! I said I can’t tell you who you’re rooming with. I never said I couldn’t tell you who your partner for the project is.”