After attending an art workshop for 5 weeks Tyler finally meets Troye, but this is not just your regular workshop... ******smut warning******

It's just too easy to expect that self-proclaimed homophobes (like Troye Sivan) and a homosexuals themselves (like Tyler Oakley) could never get along. Not even mindless vengeful plans or diabolic fake babies or constant mockery or accidental not-dates or attempts to make each other's lives a living hell could force a decent acquaintanceship upon them, much less was there a chance that they'd develop weird yet genuine relationships and feelings that definitely crosses the border of friendship. It would definitely take a million wishes and miracles just for them to like each other. ..right? Entirety of story is fictional; characters are real life people. There will be unacceptable name callings, swearing, labelling, homophobia, sexuality issues, possible smut. If you are triggered by this, please exit for your own good. I do not condone nor discourage anything in this story. Enjoy reading! ( © ) [ saaachie | June 2014 ]

There are lots of things that come out in the dark, and perhaps one of the newest and most dangerous is Troye Mellet, recently turned werewolf. As he struggles to fight the strange, overwhelming urges that his heightened senses gift him, trying to isolate himself so no one can figure out he's turned into a monster, he finds himself magnetically drawn to Tyler Oakley, his new neighbor. What is it about Tyler that causes the beast in Troye to want to simultaneously rage and run away? What is it about Tyler that causes Troye's palms to sweat and his pulse to speed? As much as Troye may want to, he can't seem to stay away from Tyler, and as their friendship steadily burns into something more, something dangerously intoxicating, Troye can't help but begin to suspect that there is more to Tyler than what meets the eye...

A coin can only land on either heads or tails. See this playlist for updated songs each chapter! - https://play.spotify.com/user/deealiceandme/playlist/6uydTNj1PWxZsRWPfdECFq

The 12 Days of XXX-mas is a collection of twelve one shots each written by a different troyler fanfiction author. Starting on christmas day, a one shot will be posted daily for the twelve days following christmas as a little gift from the author's of some of your favorite troyler fanfiction. Each day an author will be revealed as their one shot is posted until all twelve are public. Merry Christmas to all and we wish you a smutty holidays. ;) Disclaimer: Because each one shot is written by a separate author, the choice to add disclaimers or warnings is theirs and theirs alone. All Author's Notes are also by the author of that one shot unless otherwise stated and do not necessarily represent the group as a whole.

Young, spirited, and carefree Tyler, Connor and Troye had the world at their feet. That is until their world was shattered.

Tyler is a Fire. He's a hot-headed student who seems to do well without trying. Troye is a Water. He wants to do well but he'll just go with the flow if it's more convenient. In a school where those with elemental powers are gathered, in a society where they are shunned, they can't help but anger one another. With seemingly nothing in common, they're polar opposites. But opposites attract. *** There won't be triggers but there is swearing, too many references, a bit o violence, and also smut in later chapters (chapters 30 + 36) ***

Tyler gets an invite to a private sex party, but in a room full of people he finds himself transfixed with one beautiful, perfect stranger. "His body was aglow like a devilish, scandalous angel as his body shook with the pleasure, bathed in the glow from the chandelier above. He was lavished, adored, and everyone seemed to want him." (2 parts one-shot)

Troye wants experience and who better to help him than his best friend? Tyler has had feelings for Troye for a while and sees this arrangement as his only chance to be with him. Will two weeks of being friends with benefits bring them closer or tear them apart? *Smut Warning. Obviously. Look at the title. No triggering material!*