Who could love me? I'm out of my mind. He was at the climax of his journey and swimming with triumph with his wife right by his side. "We did it." He asserted, not knowing of the imminent downfall to come. For he had been blinded, so blinded in fact that he couldn't predict just how far he was going to fall. Her life had been grey with all colour sucked out and destroyed leaving her a mess of monotone. And to bring this story to an abrupt end, she had grown used to it. She didn't know any different and the line between right and wrong appeared significantly more faded. As her world was splashed with colour and her eyes opened to the possibilities surrounding her, his began to fade, returning to the black and white he thought he had escaped long ago. Up against challenges only the strongest of relationships can withstand, previously unexpected confrontations that may force a bond that seemed ever so unlikely. *A collaboration with the amazingly talented DarkHighness

Sequel to Fuck is a Bad Word! You and Brendon are struggling to settle down together in LA, but throughout the adventure of it all, you learn many things: about Brendon, about LA, about the music industry, but there is one dreaded thing you learn about the most. The media. Cover by me! UPDATES ARE EVERY SUNDAY! <Once again, Sarah Urie will not be in this story, but I have nothing against her and no ill will toward her. Much love to Sarah!>

It was all fun and games until you had to leave for LA. The plane landed early, so you went(z) to grab some coffee. It was a nice relaxing atmosphere until someone bumped into you spilling your drink. That's the worst it can get, right? If only you knew what many more obstacles you had to face, especially love.

"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 :)

sequel to ball boy so please read that prior to this to refrain from any confusion. (BTW this is extremely short.) 2009. Shit happened. 2015. Holy shit.

After your date with your loving boyfriend Brendon Urie you play a game of truth or dare.

Lydia's Mother died at birth, and her father could not pay for the both of them. That landed baby Lydia in the Arnett House for Girls. One day, a man adopts Lydia. This is her story.

This is a Panic! at the Disco fanfiction about being adopted by Brendon Urie. Enjoy! :) Chloe is not a normal girl. She never knew her parents, she's been to more foster homes in her 15 years than the number of Starbucks shops in southern California, and she was bullied a lot in school. She had two friends: her foster mom Katy and eight-year-old foster sister Riley. Through all her hard times, her music held her together. She played guitar, ukulele, flute, and piano. She also sang. One day, her life changed. She got adopted by the lead singer of her favorite band. Follow their adventures in the music world. You may just be surprised how much music can change a life, for the better or the worse. Yo, you, bulletproof in black like a funeral (ha, like the TØP reference?) this fanfic will, not might, but absolutely will have harsh language, so I warned you!

Brendick: heeeeey ;) Ryro: what the fuck Ryro: who the fuck Brendick: your future boyfriend ;) Ryro: uh huh Ryro: yeah I don't think so Just another Ryden Kik fic Really doesn't have a plot Literally I want y'all to completely ignore pretty much anything said in the first half of this book,,, I was a different person

He was her teacher. She was his obsession. YouTube Trailer: Call It An Obsession // Wattpad