Based off of The Selection by Kiera Cass. Tyler Oakley is the Prince of Illéa, a kingdom in a dystopian future, and is soon to be crowned King in his father's footsteps. In order for him to finally take his father's place, however, he needs a Queen to rule the nation with him. So, as per tradition, his parents announced the beginning of the Selection, a gathering of a woman of age from every province to compete for Tyler's hand in marriage. But here's the catch: Maybe Tyler doesn't want a Queen. Troye Sivan Mellet is an orphaned servant, who's been working at the palace from a young age. He's tried to keep himself under the radar - you have to, when you're gay in a land with a homophobic royal family - but what happens when one day, the usual Apprentice for the Prince is out sick, and Troye has to take his place? And what happens when, after Troye gets personally noticed by Prince Tyler Oakley of Illéa himself, Tyler doesn't stop noticing him? Some abuse. Murder. Maybe smut.

Troye Sivan is a 16 year old boy who loves to do art. He's also homophobic. When Tyler Oakley rocks up to the school, and sees Troye's drawing, Tyler is naturally intrigued. When the two get put together for a story, secrets are revealed, and maybe parts of themselves. Can they figure out there differences? Or will everything collapse, just like Troye's drawing of a rose? [TW] There will be no self-harm/suicidal thoughts in this story. There are flashbacks of physical abuse and language. Not sure about smut, I'll see when i get to that point. Enjoy.

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

A collection of Oneshots featuring Transgender Dan and Phil! Send me prompts :)

"Hello." He hissed out of the corner of the dark room, I dared to call mine. He sounded distant, but I still cowered to direct my attention towards him. I soon felt cold air on the back of my neck, forcing me to turn around. His eyes were red like flames, clothes disheveled and torn. Even though his soul appeared dark, the pink in his lips was still prominent. His pitch black hair stood perfectly on top of his face that screamed beauty and danger. But the slightest blood stains on his hands reminded me of what he really was. A pair of lips barely touched my neck, sending shivers down my spine, "I've been waiting," he whispered against my skin. He was my childhood monster. He was just a demon. He was The Midnight Man. And I think I loved him. //First book of the series// **please don't steal this. if you do ur a dick**

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

Tyler Oakley is a semi-famous YouTuber, who is adored widely and deeply by his fans. He, like most celebrities and famous people, get lots of fan-mail. But what happens when one day, he receives a letter with no return address, no name signed anywhere, telling Tyler of of one boy's admittedly sucky life? Will Tyler learn about the mystery person? Is it someone close to him? Will he learn about someone's deepest secrets that no one else knows, even though they might not have ever even talked in real life? Or will he learn more about one of his best friends without even knowing it? Tyler will do anything to pair a face with the anonymous, raw voice of the letters, each signed with, 'Yours Truly, Me'. He just wants to help this boy get through his troubles and comfort him and tell him that someone is there for him and that someone is listening. POVs will be mainly Tyler and Troye. Some parts from other YouTubers. No self-harm or smut. Yours Truly, Me: Outtakes out now as another book