blue | a collection of tronnor oneshots

things

lightly based off of joelsivan 's newest oneshot that I recommend everyone goes and reads/votes on bc it's golden ok bye

Socks. Green, fuzzy on the outside and scratch on the skin. Connor had ordered them off Amazon three days ago and has sense left several bad reviews.

Herbal Teas. There's a shop down the street where a friend had suggested he'd get tea leaves branded Comfort. They'd sent him to sleep soundly. He's gone back twice.

Brooms. A creation that has always fascinated the boy. Who had thought to put a brush on a stick to clean up the results of accidents? Who thought to give them to witches for stereotypes that scare children and make for good stories?

Flowers. God, does Connor love flowers. Soft delicate petals that sit vulnerably at the top of a strong stem and despite the danger of nature always come out breathe taking.

Holidays. Time for families to come together, presents and time off work.

Boys. Precious things, given to Connor so easily. Passing by him on the street and kissing him in his youth. Gorgeous specimens with many skills and dreams and reputations that Connor never gets tired of studying.

But even all of these things, wonderful and sometimes deceitful, can't come close to comparing to Troye.

Troye, a boy made of delicate curves and soft curls, blue eyes and smooth skin. Connor can't even fathom the brilliant mind he has, he can't begin to understand it.

From the mind comes organized thoughts, desires, jealous rages and hissy fits. And Connor loves everyone. He chases each one with a passion so thick it's suffocating.

He wants to dance with Troyes anxiety and kiss his best moments. He wants to lounge on the carpet of his depression and sing to it until it's nothing but patience and the ability to laugh at the once scary thoughts.

Connor want's to lick the lips that have been soaked in honey made purely from his words. Organic, the kind everyone wants a taste of.

Things, vanilla scented candles, cute dogs, his mother's soothing words. And Troye.

Troye, always Troye.

Home, space, comfort.

Troye- all Connors.

Or at least that's what he likes to think. But you can't contain the kind of love Troye has and maybe that's what fascinates Connor more than any other treasure the world holds.

Troye is and always will be the ghost of something greater than ordinary life.
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charlottes oneshots always make me so happy

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ily all thanks for the support

also happy mothers day (: