"Even though you are a demon, the bloody antichrist, you are warm and you are my light. And I know that in this hellish eternity, I'll be ok. I'll be with you." //Sequel to The Midnight Man// probably will never finish

I don't have a Troyler fascination/obsession/problem/infatuation at all, why do you ask? Just some Troyler one-shots with no regular schedule. Expect anything but self-harm, really.

What if you could hear them? The thoughts they deigned not reasonable enough to say out loud, the things not suitable for even a giggly teenage gossip conversation. Would it be a blessing or a curse? Troye, the unlucky teenager bestowed with this 'gift', thinks of it as a curse, with good reason. Do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship with someone when you know exactly what they think of you? Impossible. It's impossible. Or at least that's what Troye thinks, considering he's given up on even trying to make it work. He's different, people shun different. People hate different. And it's better to go under the radar, to be nothing, than to be hated. Right? Tyler, on the other hand, has taken a different approach to a similar problem. No, he can't 'read minds', but he does have a part of himself he doesn't want a soul to know about. He's quarterback, every girl's dream guy, an academic mastermind, and he's also gay. He's seen how different kids get treated, hell, he's been the one to treat them that way before. Why on Earth would he ever wish that on himself? No, it's easier to hide, to be someone you're not, than to be hated. Right?

During Tyler's trip to Perth the Mellet's join forces with Troye and Tyler's Youtube friends to get them together. Will they succeed or will they make their unique relationship too awkward to bear? -No triggering content, just adorable fluff-

Sad troyler one-shot

"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**