Odd Tronnor One Shots

Little and Saviour

Troye whined as he reached for his pacifier that laid on the dirty concrete.
"Loser," A teen boy snickered at the innocent boy. Troye looked up, almost in tears.
Rage began to settle in his stomach as tears slid down his smooth cheeks. "Your mum's a loser!" He shot back.
"I fucked yours last night," A blonde fuckboy remarked with a massive smirk on his face. Troye began to cry harder, intimidated by the group of teens.
"Aw what a baby!" They laughed, pointing at him and taking videos. This made Troye sob, big fat unattractive tears spilling.
"Hey! Leave the boy alone!" Someone stormed up to them, and slammed the blonde one against a wall.
"We were only playing around," He squirmed under the stranger's grasp.
"Well next time, think about what you play. Scram," He hissed. The gang ran off, leaving Troye alone with this stranger.
"Are you okay? Did they physically hurt you?" The green eyed boy asked the trembling little. Troye sniffed.
"N-no sir. I-I'm okay," He whimpered. The man smiled and helped him up.
"What's your name dear?" The man asked.
"Troye. With an e at the end," Troye told him.
"My name's Connor."
Troye followed Connor home, letting the older stranger take care of him.
"Troye?" Connor asked. Troye hummed.
"Are you into cg/l?"
"Yup! Obviously, I'm a little. But I haven't found a perfect daddy yet," Troye pouted. Connor's small smile was hard to hide.
Butterflies slowly awoke and begun fluttering in Connor's stomach. He bit his lip, trying to mask the wide smile his face was beginning to form. A light blush coated his cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Troye gasped. All Connor could do was nod. He had found the perfect little.

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING ANYTHING AGH IVE BEEN QUITE OCCUPIED WITH HOMEWORK AND SCHOOL AND SHIT