tronnor one shots

Criminal - Britney Spears

I'm scared to write this but here we go.
••

He is a hustler, he's no good at all
He is a loser, he's a bum, bum, bum, bum.

Connor arrived from one of his "works". Our money came from bank robberies and stuff like that. Connor did all the work, I was just a simple therapist.

He lies, he bluffs, he's unreliable
He is a sucker with a gun, gun, gun, gun.

His famous gun was being held on his right hand. He opened the door and smiled big at me. I walked closer to him and wrapped my arms around his small frame, resting my head on his shoulder and letting out a breath.
"I'm so glad you're back and well." I kissed his neck softly and thought about the times my parents worried about us.

I know you told me I should stay away
I know you said he's just a dog astray.

"Troye, I'm worried about you. You know he's dangerous, what he's capable of doing" My mom was holding my arm as tightly as she could. I was trying to get away from her grip, but when I saw the look on her face I couldn't. "I'm worried about you."

He is a bad boy with a tainted heart
And even I know this ain't smart

Connor stopped hugging me to look me in the eyes. They were hurt. I knew how much it hurt him, how he wished he didn't need to do this. I knew his story, and I knew he would never hurt me, but you never know.

But mama I'm in love with a criminal
And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical

"I love you" he whispered to me and I smiled. I felt his fingers brushing against my cheeks and his forehead pressing against mine. Our lips connected in a movement, and I felt like home. I loved him with all my heart, and I know it's crazy how someone can love a person that does the stuff he does, but I don't care. If I need to, it'll be the world against us.

Mama please don't cry, I will be alright
All reason aside I just can't deny, love the guy

As our lips were moving in sync, I remembered all the times I saw tears on my mother's face. All the sadness and worries she had were rolling down with her tears. Her emotions were very clear at that moment, she didn't want to see her son like this. I wished she knew how happy I am with Connor.

He is a villain by the devil's law
He is a killer just for fun, fun, fun, fun

Connor loved his job, which was strange, for someone who was risking his life for some money. He loved the adrenaline and the things he learned while training, like how to open a safe or how to escape the police while holding a heavy backpack. He usually tells me what he does that day, and I sit next to him, laid against his chest and playing with his fingers. He is so passionate about his work, I never get tired of listening.

That man's a snitch and unpredictable
He's got no conscience, he got none, none, none, none

Connor and I were laying on our bed, legs tangled together and staring at each other. He sometimes would reach out and caress my cheek, looking at me deep in the eyes, telling me how much he loves me. Sometimes I would ask him if he knew how dangerous his job was, how he was risking his life, but he didn't care. He simply brushed it off like it was nothing, and sometimes I would get mad at him.

Oh-ooooo I know-ooooo, should've let go, but no

I am aware that my life would be better if I wasn't with him. I would have children and a husband with a normal job. I didn't want a better life, I wanted Connor.

'Cause he is a bad boy with a tainted heart
And even I know this ain't smart

I'd never leave him. Not in a million years. I don't care if my parents didn't care about me anymore, I had Connor. I was happy with Connor. It was all that mattered.

And he's got my name
Tattooed on his arm, his lucky charm

I remember the tattoo he got on our two year anniversary. He decided to put it on his biceps, it was my name, my signature. Troye Sivan. He would tell me his work buddies would ask him about it, and he would say it was his brother. If only they knew.

So I guess it's OK
He's with me

I remember the times our house was being invaded by people that hated him. How Connor would tell me to lock myself inside the closet, and not come out. How Connor would scream at them and make them leave, and how he hugged me afterwards, saying it was going to be okay. He would protect me.

And I hear people talk
Try to make remarks
Keep us apart
But I don't even hear
I don't care

I remember my friends trying to tear us apart. I remember them screaming at me and telling me I was being an idiot and I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't care though. I had him.

Had.

Famous robber and killer, Connor Franta, was found dead inside his apartment. The president is glad they found him, but the police is still trying to figure out what happened.

Cause mama I'm in love with a criminal
And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical
Mama please don't cry, I will be alright
All reason aside I just can't deny, love the guy.

•••

A/N
*walks out slowly and quietly*
I tried.
Is it good idk.
I would read it.
Ok bye check out my other book Crossbreed.