Brendon Urie likes guys. He likes girls too, but he REALLY likes guys. In hindsight, maybe that's why he got sent to Hell. That's what his parents would have said anyway. Maybe though, just maybe, those prophets or apostles or whatever they called themselves got it all wrong. Maybe Satan was just a bit gay and maybe God was just being a real bro and wanted to help his friend find a good guy. Maybe Brendon was that guy, because there in Hell he meets Satan himself and learns Satan's side of the story.
Brendon discovers that Satan doesn't like biblical names. He thinks they're too mainstream and frankly too posh for his liking. Therefore he calls himself Ryan, he learned the name after watching the Olympics from his typical teenager angsty bedroom with the TV sandwiched on the wall between band posters. That Ryan Lochte guy was A+ in his honest opinion. "Ryan" enjoys artistic eyeliner, newsies hats, nail polish, emo fringes, guitar, gay poets, Seattle, and soft scarves.
If that's not fucking attractive then Brendon doesn't know what is.
*enjoy that shitty cover*
(devil!ryan, god!spencer, angel!patrick, demon!pete, nephilim!mikey) (ryden, petekey, peterick)
In a world ruled by legacy, two women are forced into a marriage neither of them wanted... but fate might have other plans.
Orm Kornnaphat is a spoiled heiress - fiery, dramatic, and used to getting her way. She's the rebellious daughter of a powerful food export empire, more interested in stuffed toys and late mornings than boardrooms and responsibilities. When her family forces her into an arranged marriage, she's furious - especially when her bride turns out to be the mysterious stranger who once helped her on a night she can't even remember.
Lingling Kwong is the definition of composed. Cold, calculating, and beautiful, she's the only child of the Kwong business dynasty and a boss feared by everyone - but apparently not including her new wife. For Ling, obedience is survival. She's always done what's expected of her, even if it means marrying a bratty stranger for the sake of business and family pride.
Thrown into a high-profile marriage neither of them asked for, Orm and Lingling become unwilling partners in a game far bigger than themselves. From chaotic mornings to silent car rides, office wars to stuffed toys invading private spaces - they're learning that hatred, annoyance, and sarcasm might just blur into something else when you're stuck in the same home, same office... and the same destiny.
Love isn't part of the plan.
But fate? Fate doesn't care what they planned.