Mellet Stories

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Troye Sivan Mellet just moved from Perth to Paris. He start going to the ESIP, English School In Paris after a month of holidays. That's where he meet two very different boys : Tyler Oakley and Connor Franta. They quickly become friends but something else in developping the boys' hearts. Something that could change everything between them ... WARNING : English is not my first language, I am French so if you see any mistakes, please make sure to leave a comment. Also, I haven't planned any smut but maybe if the story goes on for a long time, I will rethink.

In which a grey boy leaves a blue neighborhood, and is thrown into a world of color.

Love is the fire of life;it consumes or purifies.

Yoo halloween is around the corner and I am obsessed with Troyler so why don't I add two of my favorite things together. Troye is a demon. Lived in hell most of his life. He has no idea who his birth parents are. At the age five he stubmbled along a hidden passage. He takes the path and it leads him straight to earth. On earth troye meets a boy named tyler. From that day troye always came to meet him in his bed room until one day tyler moves. At the age fifteen troye and tyler are reunited. But troye breaks some serious rules to meet up with tyler. Troye finds out who his birth parents are and why they hate him. Will troye go back to his life as it was before he met tyler or is he willing to fight for the love of his life. Merci to the absolutely ah-dorable Bailey @dansphandelions for the cover.

Two crazy and random best friends travel the world together, come along for the adventure with Rhelyn!

Read Yours Truly, Me ( Troyler ) before proceeding. Sure, you may know the story of Tyler and Troye, and how they knew each other through the letters before they even knew each other in reality, but in the two years that Troye had been writing, he'd written exactly seventy-five letters to Tyler Oakley. You caught a glimpse of the very first and very last letters, before they moved on to instant messaging instead, but the rest have remained unread by all but the two boys. Now, we'll actually get a glimpse of these private letters once and for all. Don't expect an updating schedule. Some will be long, some will be short, and none of these are the emails from after the story really started.

papercut. typically caused by a sheet of paper, a papercut inflicts a short burst of pain that eventually goes away. not lasting, transient. after a fight with his boyfriend, troye shows up at the apartment of an old friend of his named connor for advice on how to escape the relationship he's stuck in. what happens next though, manages to cause more pain than just a papercut.

Troye sivan hates his life and dreads going to school, will his mind be changed when a super hot teacher replaces his teachers place. Trigger warning •....•

Connor is in love with colours. He thinks they are the most important and interesting thing in the whole world...until he gets sick. Really sick. Spending a lot of time in hospital changes his view of life. Troye helps Connor find the joy in colours, music and other small things. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suicide mentions, self harm This is a very sad fic so don't read if you don't want to cry your eyes out

Troye and Jacob's love story

|COMPLETED| Tyler and Troye meet on a blind date. They each fall head over heels for each other. If only they'd stop being blinded by their own feelings...

I can hear faint music from the stadium near my house. I see banners saying "Blue neighbourhood" and "Troye Sivan" on them. Who? Shouldn't troye be spelt Troy? Who is this? ( Yes I'm completely aware that Troye is interested in guys, not girls, but in this fan fiction he's attracted to girls )

Amy went to Australia for an exchange project and met Tyde. This story tells the way she fell in love with him.

letters to luke hemmings.

So I'm gonna turn all of Troye's Music Videos into a piece of writing, this is how I interpreted the video, so you might fin it a bit different to what you think. P.S. My writing style is incessantly morbid, I cannot write happy, but I cant write sad, either. Just gloomy. I'm warning you. P.P.S. Haven't loved Troye long but love him lots. I think, in the case of love, amount matters more than time.