Ryden
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The blood in his veins was warm, it pressed to his skin, my skin on his, my hands roaming free, they relished in the feeling of the warmth, like a vampire I craved his livelihood.
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Brendon is forced to move back to Las Vegas because of uncontrollable circumstances, leaving his four older siblings in Hawaii behind. His parents have a hard time dealing with his emotions, on top of the fact that they are Mormon and have certain expectations of him. Some of these expectations are very hard to keep, especially when he meets a boy who presents temptations he really can't ignore.
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"The prayers I whispered don't feel mine,
I trace the cross; I toe the line.
But every hymn I try to sing
Feels hollow as the offering."Caught between faith and forbidden desires, Ryan Ross wrestles with guilt, yearning, and the weight of his past. As the tour comes to an end, the tension between him and Brendon Urie becomes impossible to ignore. Late-night conversations and quiet confessions threaten to unravel the delicate balance they've built, forcing them to confront the lines they've drawn and the truths they've buried. Will they find solace in each other, or will the shadows of their fears pull them apart?
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You're the Smoke and I'm Breathing You In by ryanbabyitsfreezing
Fandoms: Panic! at the Disco
07 Mar 2021
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Ryan's not religious, but he knows a decent guy when he meets one. He hopes the kid is okay.
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Ryan Ross is a yoga instructor and new age hippie, as described by his roommates Jon and Spencer. When he starts teaching the 5 AM class at his local studio, a new student catches his eye. Turns out, this new student is named Brendon Urie, and is opening a yoga studio right across the street. Of course.
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So Tonight That I Might See by W3stC0astSm0k3r
Fandoms: Panic! at the Disco, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy
01 Jan 2026
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“So what’s with the getup?” Ryan asked, eyeing his dressed up form. “Surely there’s not a rule about black tie on cold December evenings.”
Brendon rolled his eyes at the subtle poking of fun again. “There’s not.” He supplied monotone. “I played piano at town hall. What’s with yours? Is there a Bowie look-alike competition I’m not aware of?” If Brendon wasn’t worried about looking stupid, he would’ve laughed at his own joke.
Ryan scoffed and decided it was his turn to cross his arms. “There’s not.” He mocked, and Brendon smiled.
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It’s 2005, Brendon is a Mormon and Ryan wishes he was dead.
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Previously posted as just 'untitled studio fic', Brendon/Ryan while they're recording 'Fever'.
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Ever notice how the pictures of the Atlanta show never have Brendon next to Ryan? Just a bit of speculation as to why exactly that is... Set before Easter. Cabin-fic.
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Fueled By Shuffle by orphan_account
Fandoms: Bandom, Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, The Academy Is..., Cobra Starship
06 Jan 2019
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Just your average Fueled By Ramen party.
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There Is Simply Nothing Worse Than Knowing How It Ends by violentthingz for Cr4shing_n0_w4ve
Fandoms: Panic! at the Disco
25 Dec 2024
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He tries not to dwell on that screaming match he and Brendon had days ago, on the fact they can hardly seem to agree on anything nowadays. Tries not to dwell on the fact that even Spencer is starting to feel distant, just an inch out of reach in a way he’s never felt, not in Ryan’s whole life. Ryan tries to push that feeling of honest to god fear from his mind.
Because nothing is ending. It can’t be, why would it be? (Ryan asks himself, pretends he doesn’t know, can’t feel that impending doom, that ticking time bomb that threatens to go off any moment an idea is opposed a little too harshly, a gaze is sharpened to something painful.) And yet, Ryan cannot shake that feeling of finality. Of an end, something once beautiful drawing to a bitter, bitter close. Ryan sighs and kicks his covers off. Sleep, it seems, refuses to come.
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capetown. late nights. and ryan can't stop thinking.