Dallon is a Curatrix, a guardian assigned to watch over a child on earth. Charged with protecting a child named Brendon, things are ok at first. But, as Brendon grows up, he becomes ungrateful towards Dallon. When Dallon finally has enough, he becomes human to show Brendon how hard life can REALLY be. Cover by @hbufrnk
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 th...
"Well, I'm surprised he even has fans." Brendon jokes as a fan fawns over Dallon's works during The Brobecks. Dallon just laughs at it as if it was nothing. But in Kenneth's eyes, he can see the hurt in the taller man's eyes each time the vocalist does it.
Sweet, innocent Dallon is too good for this cruel world and Mr Urie knows that. Also I'm sorry if anything gets too cheesy/weird, this is my first Brallon fic.. Nevertheless, enjoy, fellow Brallon shippers!
"Who's the twerp? Is that your brother or something, Bren?" "Uh, no. This is Da--" He felt a small pinch on the back of his hand, he had to hide the wince from that pinch. The little shit is actually taking advantage of his situation. "T-This is my sister's son, uh... Darren." "Nephew then. Weird. He looks like Dallon...