A series of Tronnor one-shots based off of each song from Blue Neighbourhood.

When Troye is admitted to a psychiatric ward following a suicide attempt, the only thing he wants is to get discharged as soon as possible. The last thing he expects to find is a friend, let alone anything more. If there's one thing he learns, it's to never judge a book by it's cover. And to never take life too seriously, or take anything for granted. [Some content may be triggering - trigger warnings will be included at the beginning of any chapters including this kind of content.] Highest Rank: #155

"He's my best friend." highest rank: #237

Tronnor one shots for Tronnor shippers :) // warning! - my writing might make you cringe - Grammar mistakes

His eyes, his hair, his face. Him. I want him. I need him. But I can't have him. You could get lost in those green orbs for decades. His hair sometimes styled up into a quiff or left down and slightly curly. In my opinion, his hair (and just him in general) looks perfect no matter what anyway. Incase you haven't gathered, he is Connor Franta.

"Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages"~Elalusz TRIGGER WARNING: description of minor, not self-induced injuries

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-between.

two men, four notes, an unspecified number of days, and a whole lot of dead moths.