contains disney movies, picnics, flower metaphors, roller skating, plastic stars, stolen journals, lake water, anonymous mixtapes, first place medals, bomber jackets, short skirts, and gender (or the lack of it). ------------------------------------------------ ♡ nonbinary!troye tronnor au ♡
Troye Mellet is not popular. He's middle class in the teenage hierarchy and the head of the bitter kids. Cocky "populars" and superficial teens are his enemies, and high-school society his hell. But, behind the social ruse that is his hatred, there is a deep sadness. Loneliness; bottled and festering into complete mis...
Troye Sivan, or "Baby Girl" has been an infamous name a part of the streets of for years now. With no way of making income due to constant layoffs, Troye turns to prostitution. He in no means wants this life, but it's the only way to survive out in the rough parts of LA. But of course this job has its many risks, espe...
best friends, rainy days, cuddles, tears, fights, and most importantly two boys in love // if you have any requests please comment and I might use your prompt!
[NOTE: this *was* my first Tronnor fic and is in no way perfect so please be gentle when leaving comments! Constructive criticism is appreciated but please be kind nonetheless] ---- Accidental model, Troye Sivan, just landed himself a gig. With his new job, he's supposed to become a teenage heartthrob, every girls dre...
this is a book of me and you, a book of who we are and how we came to be, a book of our firsts and how sweet they are. so please, my lovely, enjoy. - with best regards, your best friend, troye (short story & chapters, lower case intended)
"We're all products of the media Con." Connor Franta, an average guy with good grades, a beautiful girlfriend, a fancy scholarship, and a nagging feeling that everything might not be as okay as he hoped. Troye Sivan, a piece of art with a not-so-typical life, a disorder, and a secret that he desperately tries to kee...
Voices, familiar and sweet, something both Troye and Connor are used to. Troye lives in Australia and has never thought it strange that he had made best friends with the voice inside his head. Until now the boy was just a fragment of his imagination, something to comfort himself in times of trouble. Connor lives in...
Every relationship begins in the first nanosecond. It introduces itself in a minute, and sets in by the the hour. A new day is a spectacle by it's lonesome, let alone with six following. Seven consecutive sets of twenty-four hours, waking up next to him and falling asleep in his arms. One-hundred and sixty-eight hours...
Was a one-shot now it ain't, enjoy it. It's not gonna be sad, but it will be fluffy, smutty and yeah. If things do get sad it won't last long, and it won't have an impact on the story's 'cute-long-lasting-relationship-successful-lives-happiness' vibe I'm tryna get out of this fic.
From the town to the kitchen, desperation to simplicity, the first look to the last; I present to you a collection of AUs, angst, fluff and much, much more. Take a look into a diverse world of Tronnor, full of short-and-sweet tales that are there when a quickie sounds the best. When all you need is just a special in-b...
maybe we were born with tilted hearts, but we're helping each other prop them back up again.
