#frerardnc17

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Pairing: Frerard

Rating: NC-17

Words: 10,482

Summary: The thing is, Frank doesn't actually mean to become a babysitter. At first, he regards it as a kind of horrific accident that's somehow befallen him through no fault of his own. When his mom first mentions it, he's sprawled on the couch doing his best impression of an extremely sober person who was absolutely not about to jack off before passing out for the night. "The Ashers need a sitter for Friday night," she says. "I told them you were free." Frank lets that sentence slop around his brain until he's sure it doesn't contain the words "drinking" or "pot" in conjunction with "have you" and "been", then he makes a vague noise of acquiescence and promptly forgets all about the whole thing. Alternatively, the one where there is absolutely no shame in asking an eight-year-old girl for relationship advice.

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Pairing: Frerard (Gerard Way/Frank Iero)

Rating: NC-17

Words: 17,048

Summary: Gerard would be killing twice as many dracs right now if his fucking spacebar would quit sticking. (Gamer AU, wherein the Danger Days universe is an MMORPG.)

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Pairing: Frerard (Frank Iero/Gerard Way)

Rating: NC-17

Words: 31,280

Summary: A florist AU. 

“Um, okay,” the guy says. He scratches at his nose, and continues to glance around the store, enraptured, albeit a little awkwardly. Eventually, his gaze lands back on Frank. “Is this your place?”

Nodding, Frank grins (that silly, prideful one that he absolutely cannot help) and opens his arms wide to gesture in a sweeping motion. “Pride and joy,” he quips. “It was my grandmother’s.”

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Pairing: Frerard (Frank Iero/Gerard Way)

Rating: NC-17

Words: 16,790

Summary: Frank's so fucking freaky he's potentially wigging out a fucking vampire.

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Pairing: Frerard (Frank Iero/Gerard Way)

Rating: NC-17

Words: 33,268

Summary: "Shit," Frank mutters, and shoves both hands through his hair. He looks around the kitchen like he's gonna find what he should do scratched into the old linoleum, then looks back at the bot. He gnaws on his lip. Fuck it. He already knows what he's gonna do. He's just gotta do it.

Getting down on his knees, he braces a hand on the edge of the crate and leans over the bot. It's dressed in a plain white tee and matching drawstring pants like an escaped mental patient. Frank rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles, shaking the ache out of them before carefully laying his palm against its cheek. He's pretty sure his voice is steady when he says, "Activate."

Nothing happens. Fucking shitty packaging-- the thing's busted. But Frank keeps his hand where it is, jumping a little when he feels the surge of energy beneath it. The robot's skin goes from room temperature to lukewarm, then warm. Frank watches it open its eyes, the light behind them adjusting until they're a pale sort of brown. It looks at him and asks, "Am I dead?"

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Pairing: Frerard (Gerard Way/Frank Iero)

Rating: NC-17

Words: 33,083

Summary: Gerard wanted nothing more than to make it through the rest of the senior year of high school unscathed. He was fine with being invisible. Really. The only real highlights of his life were hanging out with Ray, working on the comic book with Mikey, and weekly dance lessons with his grandma and all of her crazy old friends. But then Frank Iero (popular, pretty Frank Iero with his stupid hair and stupid sunglasses who didn't even remember that they had gym class together Freshman year when they were both awkward losers) showed up at the studio one day. And then wouldn't leave him alone. Apparently there was one thing Frank Iero wasn't good at - dancing. And he wanted Gerard to teach him. Gerard wasn't sure his life could get any worse, but, well, this was coming pretty damn close.

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Pairing: Frerard (Gerard Way/Frank Iero)

Rating: NC-17

Words: 46,122

Summary: Boxer!Fic

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Pairing: Frerard (Gerard Way/Frank Iero)

Rating: NC-17

Words: 37,632

Summary: Halloween night; Gerard is home alone, passing out candy, when a grown man shows up on his doorstep dressed like a hot dog. One strange, yet simple, sentence starts it all; "Ask me about my wiener." One night with this peculiar man seems to change everything for them both, especially when Gerard runs into him where he least thought likely; School. But Frank is far from being a new student. He's Gerard's new teacher.