𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐈

B. Urie - Purge

happy 32nd birthday to my mans👼

was inspired by an edit i saw from instagram.

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"The annual Purge will start within 2 hours."

Brendon's eyes were on you as he bit down his lower lip. You were sitting with your son, Christopher, playing with his toys as he giggled and squirmed within your arm. Brendon sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I can't lose you both," His voice was small and strained, making you look at him. "But Brendon, you promised you wouldn't kill again."

"I know but for the both of you," He frowned, his mind running wild with what would happen if he didn't fight back. "Please, love, let me protect you." He said, standing up from the other side of the couch and walking towards you. He knelt in front of you and looked at the tiny baby within your arms, tracing his fingers over Chris' soft features.

He looked up to you, his chocolate eyes swirling with worry and love. You rested your forehead on his and closed your eyes, "I love you," "I love you too, darling," He replied, closing his eyes. "You'll promise to protect us, okay?" That made Brendon look up to you and he smiled, "As always, babe."

Christopher made a small giggled, making you and Brendon look down at him. "Aren't you a charmer?" You whispered at Chris. "Me? Why, thank you." Brendon laughed and you rolled your eyes, caressing your hand on his cheek. "Us against the world?" "Us against the world, Y/n." Brendon said as he rested on your hand, making your heart melt.

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You wrapped Christopher in a soft blanket, careful enough not to wake the sleeping beauty. He was sure the heavy sleeper but that made the purge easier for the both of you and Brendon. Brendon blocked all the possible ways someone could get in, using furnitures and other things to secure the doors and windows. Brendon looked at you as you carefully climed to the attic, the precious boy in your arms.

"Careful," He whispered. After one good look around the house, he turned off the lights and climbed in with you and Christopher. He closed the attic and then the both of you heard sirens, making you cover Christopher's ears.

"The annual Purge has started. Everything shall be legal for the next 12 hours. God bless America and we wish you all a safe Purge."

"Purge and safe don't go well together," Brendon scoffed, lighting up a candle. You smiled, "You and I didn't go well together as well," He looked at you as he flicked the used match away, a smirk on his plump lips. "You were an innocent lady and, well, I was this agent who killed for a living." Brendon chuckled.

You fluffed a pillow for Christopher to lay in and gently set him down. "Me? The innocent lady?" "Well, maybe not innocent while you kept on scratching my back," You blushed and Brendon smirked. "Shut up." You looked away, trying to hide your red cheeks.

Brendon chuckled and then it started.

Someone kicked the door from downstairs and you froze, your eyes widening. Brendon looked at the attic door as he listened closely to the sound. He turned to you and gestured at Christopher, who you gently picked up and then you looked at the candle before blowing it out.

"Where's that fucker?" A muffled voice said as if it was searching for someone. Brendon got in front of you, keeping you back with his arm. He already analyzed in his head. Someone was strong enough to kick the door open with the barriers, he thought.

Then a gunshot was heard from downstairs, making you hug Christopher in your arms. Brendon looked at you and the back at the small attic door, "Y/n," He whispered and you looked at the back of his head, furrowing your eyebrows. "Looks like we have to protect Christopher now."