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Frank Iero makes Voo-Doo dolls whenever he feels lonely.
Today, he decides to make one of his ex-boyfriend—the stupid bastard that decided to cheat on him and knock a girl up. Frank recalls she was in a shitty band.
He stares at the surface of his desk and grabs a handful of melted candle wax. His ex always liked to burn candles when they were intimate. Frank liked that about him.
He smashes the pieces of wax together and shapes his former lover. It looks exactly like him.
He ends up making two more dolls—one of the girl he cheated with and one of a little baby girl.
Later that night, he lights a candle and throws the dolls in. As they melt, he can hear little screams.
Frank wakes up the next morning to find the doll of his ex half-burnt, and he wonders why it didn't demolish completely. The others did. He doesn't bother it, though—just continues on with his day.
When he goes into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee, the doorbell to his little home rings. He begins to mull over who it could be, because no one visits him since he became single.
So, he opens the door and finds his ex-boyfriend covered in different color burns. His once long black hair is cut short, and it looks like the ends are fried off. He's shivering, holding himself. He's not wearing shoes.
Frank stares at him with narrowed eyes. "What do you want, Gerard?"
"My house burned down last night. I, I was the only one who got out."
Today, he decides to make one of his ex-boyfriend—the stupid bastard that decided to cheat on him and knock a girl up. Frank recalls she was in a shitty band.
He stares at the surface of his desk and grabs a handful of melted candle wax. His ex always liked to burn candles when they were intimate. Frank liked that about him.
He smashes the pieces of wax together and shapes his former lover. It looks exactly like him.
He ends up making two more dolls—one of the girl he cheated with and one of a little baby girl.
Later that night, he lights a candle and throws the dolls in. As they melt, he can hear little screams.
Frank wakes up the next morning to find the doll of his ex half-burnt, and he wonders why it didn't demolish completely. The others did. He doesn't bother it, though—just continues on with his day.
When he goes into the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee, the doorbell to his little home rings. He begins to mull over who it could be, because no one visits him since he became single.
So, he opens the door and finds his ex-boyfriend covered in different color burns. His once long black hair is cut short, and it looks like the ends are fried off. He's shivering, holding himself. He's not wearing shoes.
Frank stares at him with narrowed eyes. "What do you want, Gerard?"
"My house burned down last night. I, I was the only one who got out."
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Instincts - Frerard
I still remember the night I fell in love with Frank Iero.
For the millionth time.
Wild things are what revolutionized the development of intelligent life as we see today. Miniscule bacteria, evolved over billions of years to eventually become the greatest creation of all time to this date; mankind.
We are animals.
But unlike animals, we think freely and we are perceptive. We imagine. We decipher. We decide.
Because of these abilities, these gifts given by time, we are the most intellectual species out there. We can outsmart any other animal. We are the top predator. The crest of the food chain.
The single thing that we share in common
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Sleep With Me
For reasons he could not quite remember, Frank had agreed to host a Halloween party, because his best friend begged him to. So this is why Frank spent the entire afternoon watching Mikey Way turn his father's tool shed into a 'haunted house'. Not that he minded, Mr and Mrs Iero wouldn't be home for another three days.
What Frank did mind, was fact that the shed was now empty, save all the tacky decorations, and the contents of the shed was now in a pile behind the shed, scattered and dirty.
And of course, Mikey wasn't going to stick around to help clean up and restore everything to it's original condition, meaning Frank would not only have
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Vampires .:Frerard Oneshot:.
I sprinted as fast as I could. He was right on my tail, I could almost feel his breath on the back of my neck.
Before long, I was pinned against a tree, looking at him dead in the eye. He matched my terrified face with a devious smirk.
"Well, looks like I've got quite a pretty catch tonight~" His ice-cold hand gently caresses my cheek before lifting my face, getting a better look at me.
"Ah, a very pretty catch indeed...Tell me...Does anyone ever tell you how pretty your eyes are~?" He asks seductively.
"No, but I don't need to be hearing this from you." I tried to spit back viciously, but my voice cracked.
"Mmmm, such a beautiful
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Title: Wax.
Author: edy.
Category & Pairing: AU MCR: young adult!frerard.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Frank Iero makes Voo-Doo dolls.
Type & Parts: Fanfiction [1/1].
Word Count: 270.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N: Writing prompt, week twelve: Wax.
#My-Slashical-Romance.
Author: edy.
Category & Pairing: AU MCR: young adult!frerard.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Frank Iero makes Voo-Doo dolls.
Type & Parts: Fanfiction [1/1].
Word Count: 270.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N: Writing prompt, week twelve: Wax.
#My-Slashical-Romance.
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