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, especially the clients. Managing to run away from one of them, he crosses paths with Connor Franta, one of the notorious badboy drug lords in town who ends up taking a certain interest in him.

Just a collection of story ideas I have that I can't make into a full length fic

contains stealing, running, feisty dogs, silken sheets, high society, bravery, pocket knives, bonfires, princes, and love grown out of poverty. -------------------------------- ♡ tronnor au ♡

tronnor one shots i wrote ages ago!! don't judge the first few bc they are hella old!!

where connor takes photographs for his website and hates smoking while troye performs his songs at a club and smokes. WARNING: yes, i am romancing smoking. dom!troye

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+connor=tronnor

AU: Connor sends a text message to a wrong number by accident. Things progress from there. (note, this fic has been modified from an original Glee fic, and is not my own work)

"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and move on, and live the life he has been gifted with, even after the tragedy. But Connor doesn't want that. He keeps in mind the same series of noises over and over, every day, just to get by and to convince himself that it wasn't just a dream. That it happened. That it was real. That he was real. For the past ten years he has been moving from place to place, with barely any interest to accommodate himself. That is until he reaches that town... and meets him. Funny, how it works in the ways of the heart.