Houseofmemories Stories

A poem about the cherished structure in which we call home, a place where memories are made and laughter is heard.

dazai osamu, what have you become? **** 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 | 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | © localghoul

What will a deceased Ell do when she's brought back to life? Will she be the same? Will she be dead? Or will she simply be her normal self?

This is Brendon Uries fictional life

The UA traitor is being revealed. The last person they expected comes forward. ...Promise me a place, in your house of memories...

{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)

Lyric Book Album: Death of a Bachelor Artist: Panic! At The Disco *I do not own the rights to these lyrics. All rights belong to Panic! At the Disco*

Percabeth songfic based on "House of Memories," by Panic! at the Disco

idk in the title

This is my series 🤪

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A Knockout x Breakdown oneshot on them originally meeting Inspired by the song House of Memories by Panic at the Disco I don't own the art it's by Charliedzilla on Tumblr

"Baby we built this house on memories..."

Luke doesn't understand what was going on. People are disappearing left and right from Fort Redwater. His sister Taylor tells him not to worry, but he's paranoid about if it'll happen to him. Everyone in town says that the people who disappeared rebelled against the town's rules and a mysterious force took them away for disobeying, but Luke knows better. All the townsfolk say Fort Redwater is the only town for miles, but something about that story sounds fishy. Luke is intent on finding out the truth. Rowan was afraid. Afraid of her father and his rules. Afraid of the outside. Afraid of what fear could do to her. Her father keeps to cooped up in Shai Yang Temple for "her safety". Rowan swears he has more things in mind that her safety, but she's afraid to rebel against him. She is forced to create crazy contraptions for her crazy father in a lab. One fateful day, Rowan runs away into the unknown, looking for freedom and adventure. Mason wasn't sure where he was. All he remembered was lots of fire and the screams of the citizens of Evermore. The smoke choking him and stinging his eyes. Then he had blacked out. Now he's living in church ruins, talking to a mysterious voice at night. It whispers of power, knowledge and his memory. Mason isn't completely sure if he should believe the voice, but he's getting desperate. He needs to find out what happened in his past.

promise me a place, in your house of memories // in which ryan tells stories about his relationship with brendon over the years through letters

a young prince, Ezekiel is trying to get out of loopholes. Apparently, what caused this is his lover, Jeanette. Due to her black magic, she was able to go back in time whenever she gets what she doesn't want. Will Ezekiel be able to find a way to make her stop? Or will they keep living life in the past? An alternative universe of a story named Who Made Me a Princess.

Sequel to House of Memories (Brendon Urie) - "We fell in love once- it shouldn't be that hard to do it again."