"I love you more than anything, Gerard Way. I want your soul, your every breath, your very existence. Will you submit to me?"
"If I can't have you, no one could."
To Frank, their paths were written and Frank saw himself as the owner of Gerard's dest...
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*TW: Smut/ Bestiality*
Gerard sat on a weathered bench in the park, a sketchpad balanced on his knee as he sketched the scene before him. The air was filled with the soft rustle of leaves and the distant sound of children playing. He took a sip of his coffee and smiled at the beauty of the world around him. The trees swayed gently in the wind, their leaves ablaze with the colors of fall, while birds flitted from branch to branch. Gerard's heart skipped a beat as he heard the sweet voice calling out to him. He looked up from his sketchpad to see his daughter, Cherry, running towards him with a bright smile on her face. "Daddy!" Cherry exclaimed as she reached him and threw her arms around his neck in a tight hug. "Hey there, sweetheart," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and Cherry pulled back slightly. "Look what I found at the playground, Daddy!" she exclaimed, holding up a brightly colored leaf she had picked up from the ground.
Gerard's smile widened as he admired the leaf. "That's beautiful, Cherry," he said. "You have a good eye for finding treasures." Cherry beamed up at him, her happiness contagious as she tucked the leaf into her pocket with a satisfied grin. "Can we stay at the park a little longer, Daddy?" she asked and Gerard glanced around at the peaceful surroundings, the gentle breeze ruffling Cherry's hair as she stood beside him. "Of course, sweetheart," he said. Gerard gasped as he felt familiar arms wrap around his neck from behind. He turned to see Frank standing there, a warm smile on his face as he greeted them. "Hey there, Gerard," Frank said as he pressed a kiss to Gerard's cheek. "And hello, Cherry." Cherry's eyes lit up with delight as she turned to Frank, her arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture. "Dada!" she exclaimed happily, throwing herself into Frank's arms for a hug. Gerard reached out to wrap his arms around them both, pulling them close in a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're here, Frank," Gerard said softly. "I've missed you." Frank's smile widened as he returned Gerard's hug. "I've missed you too, Gerard," he murmured.
Gerard's eyes fluttered open and he glanced over at the figure sleeping beside him, his heart aching with the memory of the dream they had shared. Frank lay beside him, his breathing steady and peaceful, the bandage on his forearm could be seen and Gerard reached out to gently touch the bandage, his fingers tracing the edges. As he looked down at Frank's sleeping form, a wave of love washed over Gerard. Despite everything they had been through, Gerard knew that he couldn't imagine his life without Frank by his side. "Frank," Gerard whispered softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Frank's forehead. "I love you." Frank stirred slightly in his sleep, a faint smile gracing his lips as he shifted closer to Gerard's touch. With a sigh of contentment, Gerard settled back against the pillows, wrapping an arm around Frank and holding him close. After 10 minutes of cuddling, Gerard gently nudged Frank awake. "Hey, Frank, wake up," he said, his fingers brushing lightly against Frank's cheek.
Frank stirred, blinking sleepily as he slowly emerged from his slumber. He yawned and stretched as he adjusted to being awake. "Morning, Gerard," Frank mumbled and Gerard smiled warmly at him. "Morning, sleepyhead," he said affectionately. "How about I make us some breakfast?" Frank's eyes brightened at the suggestion, a smile spreading across his face. "That sounds great," he said eagerly. "What are you going to make?" Gerard chuckled softly as he climbed out of bed, stretching his arms above his head. "Hmm, how about some pancakes?" he suggested, already picturing the delicious breakfast in his mind. Frank's smile widened at the thought of pancakes, his stomach growling in anticipation. "That sounds perfect," he said with a grin. "I'll go wash up while you get started." Gerard nodded in agreement, his own stomach rumbling with hunger. He made his way to the kitchen and Gerard hummed softly to himself as he mixed the pancake batter, the rhythmic sound of the whisk stirring soothing to his ears. He poured the batter onto the hot griddle, the sizzle of the pancakes filling the kitchen with a tantalizing aroma.
