Breathe (Tronnor One-Shots)
Because there are so many stories to tell and so many ways to tell them. Or because I have no self-control and too many ideas that can't all turn into full-length fics.
Because there are so many stories to tell and so many ways to tell them. Or because I have no self-control and too many ideas that can't all turn into full-length fics.
A collection of 36 songfics, three for each month, based on each song off the album by Sleeping At Last. Most Recently: December - Accidental Light Hitchhiking to nowhere, driving with no direction, strays with muddy boots kicked up on the dashboard, Oh Wonder blasting ironically from the radio, words barely exchanged...
And he focused on the sound of the rain, rather than the voice of the person in front of him. Just another person who was trying to figure him out. Just another person who would fail. -- In which Connor is shutting the world out and Troye is a therapist (and a friend?)
Epilogue coming late July, 2018. noun 1. an extra part or extension that is or can be attached to something to perform a particular function. (i.e. a computer file appended to an e-mail) 2. the condition of being attached to something or someone, in particular. (i.e. affection, fondness, or sympathy for someon...
"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...
Connor has a secret, and only Tyler knows. Or so he thought at first, before he felt betrayed. Troye knows that secret, and nobody knows. Now he is both curious and afraid.