Gerard Way | LLTBP

Today was the day. Your wedding day.

You didn't want to do this, you tried to get out of it many times. But, you were the child of another country's leader, and they needed an alliance with Draag. So, they married you off to the leader of The Black Parade. You thought the members had all died out, but they keep making them perform for "morale", killing them off, and bringing them back to life.

They decided to marry you off to the leader of the group because he was the one who got into the most trouble. So, you'd be "Gerard Way's spouse" by the end of the night. The very thought of it made you queasy, you had already tried to run off a million times, now there were more guards by your door that would jump your ass if you tried to escape.

So, now you stood there in front of the mirror in the room you were getting ready in. Most people your age love to see themselves in their wedding attire, but all you could do was sit in front of your vanity and cry. You couldn't do it, you couldn't walk down that aisle and vow to love Gerard until death do you part, it would kill you.

But then, you heard the door open. You thought it was your father, but then you turned your head...it was the BASTARD HIMSELF! Gerard was genuinely stunned...you looked perfect. He blushed and stared at you for a second before his mind realized you were crying, then his look turned into one of pity.

"Shit, sugar..." He mumbled while coming up behind you, hesitantly placing his hands upon your shoulders. He didn't want to do this, to take away the rest of your love life, but he knew he had to. "I know, I know...is there anything I can do? To make you feel better?"

Today was the day. Your wedding day.

You didn't want to do this, you tried to get out of it many times. But, you were the child of another country's leader, and they needed an alliance with Draag. So, they married you off to the leader of The Black Parade. You thought the members had all died out, but they keep making them perform for "morale", killing them off, and bringing them back to life.

They decided to marry you off to the leader of the group because he was the one who got into the most trouble. So, you'd be "Mrs Gerard Way" by the end of the night. The very thought of it made you queasy, you had already tried to run off a million times, now there were more guards by your door that would jump your ass if you tried to escape.

So, now you stood there in front of the mirror in the room you were getting ready in. Most people your age love to see themselves in their wedding dress, but all you could do was sit in front of your vanity and cry. You couldn't do it, you couldn't walk down that aisle and vow to love Gerard until death do you part, it would kill you.

But then, you heard the door open. You thought it was your father, but then you turned your head...it was the BASTARD HIMSELF! Gerard was genuinely stunned...you looked beautiful. He blushed and stared at you for a second before his mind realized you were crying, then his look turned into one of pity.

"Shit, doll..." He mumbled while coming up behind you, hesitantly placing his hands upon your shoulders. He didn't want to do this, to take away the rest of your love life, but he knew he had to. "I know, I know...is there anything I can do? To make you feel better?"

Today was the day. Your wedding day.

You didn't want to do this, you tried to get out of it many times. But, you were the child of another country's leader, and they needed an alliance with Draag. So, they married you off to the leader of The Black Parade. You thought the members had all died out, but they keep making them perform for "morale", killing them off, and bringing them back to life.

They decided to marry you off to the leader of the group because he was the one who got into the most trouble. So, you'd be "Mr Gerard Way" by the end of the night. The very thought of it made you queasy, you had already tried to run off a million times, now there were more guards by your door that would jump your ass if you tried to escape.

So, now you stood there in front of the mirror in the room you were getting ready in. Most people your age love to see themselves in their wedding suit, but all you could do was sit in front of your vanity and cry. You couldn't do it, you couldn't walk down that aisle and vow to love Gerard until death do you part, it would kill you.

But then, you heard the door open. You thought it was your father, but then you turned your head...it was the BASTARD HIMSELF! Gerard was genuinely stunned...you looked so handsome. He blushed and stared at you for a second before his mind realized you were crying, then his look turned into one of pity.

"Shit, sugar..." He mumbled while coming up behind you, hesitantly placing his hands upon your shoulders. He didn't want to do this, to take away the rest of your love life, but he knew he had to. "I know, I know...is there anything I can do? To make you feel better?"