Dallon Weekes hates flowers. He also coincidentally owns a flower shop, which will look great on his college application letters (which he's sent in to many schools and has received absolutely no feedback whatsoever, from anybody). He's swimming in debt with only a flower shop to provide income, so long story short things aren't going as well as he'd planned. But the guy hellbent on revenge for his cheating ex with poison ivy in his pockets might convince him that it's okay. And Brendon Urie just got cheated on. His (ex) partner is allergic to flowers, which he plans to throw through his bedroom window (since he lives right next to him), and the best flower shop around, according to Google, is Dallon's. He's not sure how he's going to break a window with a plastic case full of flowers and poison ivy, but as soon as Dallon moves in down the street, there's no harm in missing if it means he gets to see him again.

To those of lower classes, you must think the life of a prince must be privileged and extravagant. That statement is half correct. Dallon Weekes, the only son of his parents, and heir to the throne of Occasus, thinks that the so-called fabulous life of a prince isn't all that fabulous. He's constantly being watched over by his parents and he's tired of his everyday life. He chooses to travel with hopes to find something new and maybe a possible suitor. In which, he does and that person is almost just like him. Maybe they might just work out.

A collection of finished and (rarely) unfinished drabbles and ideas of the pairing, Brallon! Taking requests!

Brallon one shots I write when I'm bored. Enjoy reading.

People talk about their first love as if it's the best thing to happen to them. My story is a little bit different. You see, my love is a complete jerk who somehow stole my heart. I swear you better tell them the truth Ry! Okay so maybe I'm the jerk. You think someone who literally gets along with everyone would get along with me, right? Wrong. Him and his beautiful blue eyes waltzed right into my life and made it hell with his perfect attitude and gorgeous face that somehow never showed emotion. You're probably reading this thinking I'm a complete twat. Twat? Maybe. Prick? Definitely. But we're not on that subject right now. I'm Ryan Ross and this is the story of how I fell in love with my juvenile, idiotic, all around bitchy roommate, Dallon Weekes. You're the bitch Ryan! Can't you just feel the love?

Dallon Weekes is the youngest RN working in the University Hospital. He very well could still be a student there. But he's on the end of his first year of hard work and no days off. Until a boy with the same work ethic ends up in his hospital wing.

brendon's always crying in his car and obsessing over the stars, and dallon's always holding his hand and kissing his cheeks -this story is triggering. skip to the last chapter to read about what it contains-

"I designed Mrs.Perfect, not Mister!" ©AtomicWeekes 2015

"any mark made on your skin will appear on the skin of your soulmate," "so if i draw a dick on my forehead some poor kid is walking around with a dick on his face too?" //a brallon au where two boys face demons they didn't know they had// CURRENTLY EDITING!! HIGHEST RANKING #10 IN BRALLON