"Why the fuck don't you hate me?" "I don't know, I can't help but love you." Brendon Urie: wealthy owner of two large mansions, the talk of the city, the man who throws parties larger than any other in the state, dark, up to no good, messes with women, and overly proper. He made his fortune from lineage alone. Rarely does he come out of his home, and rarely is he one to be generous without benefit to his reputation. His eyes have a glint of mischief. You, however, are a girl he knows everything about; the only foreign thing to him would be the strange heart mark on your shoulder. When your father gets a job as his butler and Mr. Urie is "generous" enough to let you live in the same home as him, how will you deal with an enticing man who you know nothing about but knows everything about you? And why do you seem to always come crawling back to him? WARNING: a few sensitive subjects and vulgar language, but I didn't want to mark it as mature because it shouldn't get too extreme. If it does I will be sure to mark it mature as soon as possible. UPDATES EVERY WEEKEND Cover made by me. From the author of Fuck is a Bad Word! However, this story is very, very different. . . Due to the story line, Sarah Urie is not in this book. However, I have nothing against her or her marriage to Brendon :)

Five years have passed since the break-up of Brendon and Mia, and neither have seen or heard from the other since. When Mia's friend falls ill and she volunteers to take over a photography gig for a band, she comes a cross a few familiar faces, but what happens when peoples agendas and relationship statuses change?

• awsten knight: natural blue -> grape boy • brendon urie: daddy brendon • christian anthony: ur fav aussie • clinton cave: sax god • dallon weekes: pwussi boy dallon • geoff wigington: geoff the wig • jenna mcdougall: j(ho)enna mcdougall • kellin quinn: daddy kellin • lynn gunn: lesbian lynn • machine gun kelly: the OG plug • mitchel cave: mitty • ryan ross: ur daddy • ryan sitkowski: vinny is annoying • vinny mauro: fuck you ryan • me (bc i hate myself lmfao): h dog

"You left a legacy in me, something I could never forget, turning your name into taboo."

Raven Colors has been color blind her entire life. Yep. She's only been able to see in gray. Granted not everything was the same gray but her world was colorless, lifeless. That is until she's sees one man in a crowd in color. The man that later saves her life. Brendon Urie.

"We were both drunk, Jane! You said so yourself!" Brendon yelled at me. I sigh. "Yes, Brendon, we were both drunk, just on different things." I prepare myself for rejection for what I was about to say. "You were drunk on alcohol... I was drunk on emotions.. Love to be specific." --------------- Jane Miller has had a crush on Brendon Urie since seventh grade. That crush slowly turned into genuine feelings. By the eleventh grade, it was love and they've only ever talked once.

"Why are you so anxious? You've been to plenty of balls, being a princess and all." ▪▪▪ In which a princess named Jay is forced to yet another ball and meets a king-in-waiting.

{Completed} - I smiled at him, taking the hand from my knee and intertwining our fingers together, silencing his bouncing leg. "So far this night has turned out quite cliché hasn't it?" I spoke as he grinned sheepishly and gazed down at our hands. "A girl and a boy sneak out together, expecting to explore the city. The girl," I motioned to myself, "is approached by an overly confident guy who gets beaten to the ground by the seemingly smaller boy," I motioned to Brendon who frowned slightly, "who she then develops feelings for at the sight of his strength." "And here we are," he smirked, lifting up our intertwined fingers. "Yes, and are you going to tell me where we are going now?" He grinned widely as his eyes moved past mine out of the bus window. He slid his fingers out of my grasp to point at a large flickering sign that read, House of Memories, in an intensely fluorescent blue. (I promise this is more of a band fic than a story about high school lol, in other words, I like to think it gets better as the story progresses so, pls bare with me)

Just another LA Devotee... I'm just a small town girl that got involved with a cult, no big deal... **** I AM NOT IN A CULT NOR HAVE I BEEN IN ONE. THIS IS PURELY BASED OFF OF THE LA DEVOTEE MUSIC VIDEO.

"I'm going to tell you about a girl and a boy. But remember, this is not a love story. This is the story of how I ruined Brendon Urie's life. And I loved it." Popularity is tough, but destroying someone is tougher. Cora Crawford-Pierson has worked since the sixth grade in anticipation for this year. She's got the looks, the smarts and the social status to execute her ultimate plot against Brendon Urie. Junior year of high school would be the year that she turns everything Brendon loves into dirt. With an aching passion for revenge, there's absolutely nothing that can stand in Cora's way. She will get what she wants, even if that means destroying everything she's worked so hard to create. Maybe Brendon deserves what he has coming, but ultimately, how far is too far? Lies? Deception? Murder? Sluts And Glory is something not for the weak of heart, stomach or mind. An unforgettably dark tale told through the eyes of a twisted seventeen-year-old about obsession, manipulation and sex.