“Come on Ollie. Look I know you’re upset, but it’s been 3 weeks. You need to go back to work and we have to start looking for doctors, so you can start treatment.“ Connor had been attempting to get his boyfriend out of bed for the past 12 minutes with no luck. Ever since Oliver told him the news of his positive results, he’d been more upset than ever, barely saying a word or eating.
“What’s the point? It’s just going to slow down the process. I don’t have money to spend on treatment for the rest of my life..however long that is.”
Connor sighed, opening his mouth to argue again when the phone rang. Oliver rolled away from the man so he went out to the living room and picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Yes, is this Mr. Oliver Hampton.”
“No, this is his boyfriend. Who is this?”
“Ah yes, Mr. Walsh. This is the nurse that was in charge of testing you and Mr. Hampton down at the health clinic.”
Connor furrowed his brow. Why would this lady have a reason to call anymore. “Can I ask why you’re calling?”
“Mr. Walsh, it appears that there was a..misinterpretation of your boyfriend’s results.”
“A misinterpretation? What do you mean a misinterpretation? What are you talking about?”
“Mr. Walsh, it’s best if you and Mr. Hampton come into the clinic. An explanation of the incident and the correct results would be best given in person.”
“Umm, okay. When do you want us to come in?”
“Tomorrow morning, 10 o’clock? Is that alright with you?”
“Uh, yeah, that’s fine.”
“Perfect. Have a good night Mr. Walsh.”
“Yeah, uh, you too.” Connor hung up the phone as stood there for a moment, brow still furrowed. Misinterpretation? What could’ve been misinterpreted? Did Ollie not understand what the nurse was talking about? No, that can’t be it. She has no idea of knowing how he is.
Connor shook his head and walked back into the bedroom. This time Oliver was sitting up against the headboard, watching Connor as he sat on the bed.
“Who was that?”
“Uh, it was the uh, the nurse. From the clinic.”
It was Oliver’s turn to furrow his brow. “The nurse? Why would she be calling?”
Connor laid down next to Oliver and laid his head on the man’s chest, surprised when he wasn’t pushed away. It was the first time since they’d been tested that Ollie had allowed any sort of intimacy. “She said there was some kind of error with the results. Yours, I mean. She wants us to go in tomorrow to talk about it and give you the real results.”
“Error with my results? Am I still dying of something?” Oliver attempted to joke.
Connor sighed. How could Ollie be so blasé about the situation? “Don’t say that. Don’t talk about it like it’s nothing.”
Oliver ran his fingers through Connor’s hair as he prepared to reply. “If I talk about it like it’s nothing, I can pretend like it is nothing. Like it isn’t happening. Like I don’t have a stop watch running through my veins.”
Connor was furious at this point. How could Oliver speak so carelessly? Act like everything was fine, like he was the only one that had anything to lose. “Stop. Don’t talk like that. Like it’s no big deal that you’re sick. Like you’re the only one going through this. I just got you back, it’s not nothing that I might lose you again. You know what it feels like to know you might die sooner than you thought, but you don’t know how I feel.”
Oliver froze, shocked by Connor’s words. He honestly didn’t realize that Connor was so affected by the situation, and he cursed himself for being so stupid. “I-I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ve been selfish. You’ve been trying to take care of me and I’ve been ungrateful.” He leaned down and kissed Connor’s head. “I forgot that I’m not the only one going through this.
Connor kissed his boyfriends chest softly through his chest and laid his head back down again. “It’s okay, I understand. But all I want is to be here for you Ollie, and for you to take this a little more seriously, starting with finding you a doctor. Now can we have dinner and watch a movie? I just want a quiet night before we go see the nurse tomorrow.”
Oliver stilled at the mention of the nurse. “Do we have to?” he mumbled. “What if it’s more serious than we thought?”
Connor walked away from the doorway where he’d moved to and leaned over Oliver. “Hey, whatever it is, we’re in this together okay? You and me.”
“Okay.” Oliver leaned up and kissed his boyfriend before getting out of bed and heading toward the kitchen.
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“Oliver, come on! We’re going to be late! The clinic is 30 minutes away and it’s already 9:20!”
The men had just finished breakfast and were getting ready to head down to the clinic. Well, Oliver was getting ready. Connor was trying his best to be a patient boyfriend, but he was dying to know what the nurse had to say.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!”
“Not if you don’t hurry up!”
A snort came from the direction of the bedroom. As if Connor could hold out.
“Will you stop complaining? We’ll get there, I just need to tie my shoes mom!”
Connor rolled his eyes as he stood at the door tapping his foot impatiently, checking his watch for the fifth time in 10 minutes.
Finally Oliver was ready to go and the couple was out the door and in the car, on the way to the clinic.
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“This is bad, Connor. This is so bad.” Oliver had checked in at the front desk of the clinic, and they were now waiting for the 13 minutes to pass by before it was 10 o’clock and they were called in to speak with the nurse.
“Ollie, will you calm down?! We don’t even know what she’s going to say. Can you just sit down please? You’re making be dizzy with all your pacing back and forth.
“Oh god, what if it’s not HIV? What if it’s something worse, like cancer or something? Oh my god I’m gonna die.” Oliver turned to his boyfriend and mustered all the seriousness he could when he spoke. “Connor, if I die, you have to give all of my equipment to Mark from the IT department.”
Connor rolled his eyes so hard they nearly fell out of their sockets. “You’re not gonna die Ollie. You have no idea what’s wrong with you, so sit down and shut your mouth for the next four minutes!”
Oliver stopped his pacing and sat down with a pout.
Just as Connor said, no more than four minutes later, the nurse that had tested them came out and called their names. The three of them stepped into an office where another, older man awaited.
Oliver frowned at the unexpected guest. “What is this?”
“Mr. Hampton, won’t you have a seat?” The nurse gestured to two chairs and the couple sat down.
“Mr. Walsh, it appears that your urine sample was incorrectly tested, and therefore the wrong conclusion was given?”
“Why was it tested wrong?”
“Here at our clinic, we split every sample into two separate samples in order to double check results before they are given. However, sometimes we only find it necessary to conduct one test, because few things can be mistaken for sexually transmitted diseases.”
Oliver turned to Connor with a frown, before responding to the nurse. “Then what was mistaken for HI-for what I have?”
“According to my knowledge, one of our interns was left unsupervised by a lab technician for a few minutes while conducting the test on your urine sample. They accidentally used a tool that had traces of an HIV positive sample, which then made contact with your urine sample. When the intern confessed her error, we conducted a second test on your urine sample, to see whether the positive came from the tool, or you were actually positive.”
Oliver leaned forward in his chair, palms sweaty from the anticipation. “Well, what did you find?!”
“Mr. Hampton, you are not in fact, HIV positive.”
Connor broke out in a smile and reached over to grab Oliver’s hand, getting the man’s attention.
“However-”
Oh god. If it wasn’t HIV, what was it?
“-you did test positive for something else.” The nurse finally acknowledged the other man in the room. “This is Dr. Kingston. He’s the lead OB/GYN at the local hospital.”
Connor’s smile dropped into a frown. “Why is an obstetrician here?”
“Well Mr. Walsh, it appears that your boyfriend is two weeks pregnant.”
Oliver choked on his spit. What?! How could he be pregnant? The last person he’d been with in the past two months was Connor, despite the ‘guy with the biceps’ staying at his place, and they had definitely used protection, or else Connor would have tested positive too because Oliver had tested positive..Except he hadn’t. Because he didn’t have HIV, he had a freakin’ baby!
The nurse smiled slyly, clearly enjoying their distress.”Congratulations gentlemen, you’re going to be fathers.”
“Mr. Hampton,” Dr. Kingston finally spoke, “it’s important that you begin seeing a doctor soon, and start taking necessary vitamins. It’s still early, but the first trimester is the most crucial part of any pregnancy.“
Oliver shut out the voices, still reeling from the news. Oh god, being pregnant might actually be worse than having HIV. Connor dealt with that, but there was surely no way he’d stick around to raise a kid. He’d clearly been persistent in trying to win Oliver back, but now he would probably run for the hills. And god, what was that sound? Oh, it was his ears ringing.
“Ollie, Ollie!” Oliver snapped out of it when he felt someone frantically shaking his shoulder. He looked up and saw Connor looking at him worriedly. “I think we need to go home.”
Oh god, he probably wanted to go home and get his things. Well, at least he’d dump him in private. Oliver turned to the other two people in the room with them and smiled politely, before getting up and walking out of the office.
Once they were in the car and driving home, the silence was deafening. His palms were sweaty and he couldn’t stop looking over at Connor, trying to gauge the look on his face, but he found nothing.
As soon as they stepped into Oliver’s apartment, Connor flopped down on the couch and closed his eyes as he leaned his head against the back if it, while Oliver sat clear on the other end of it.
“Why don’t I feel you next to me?”
“Shouldn’t you be like, packing right now?”
Connor frowned and lifted his head. “Packing? For what, where are we going?”
“I’m staying here, but I imagine you won’t be.”
“What does that mean? Do you..do you not want me here?”
“You don’t have to act like you want to stay Connor, what the nurse said changes nothing.”
Connor furrowed his brows as he scooted closer to Oliver. “What are you talking about Ollie? This changes everything! We’re going to be parents!”
“Don’t say it like you’re actually happy! We both know that you had to use all your willpower not to run out of here when I told you I was positive! You actually expect me to believe you’re going to stick around for the next 18 years to raise a baby with me?!”
Now Connor was just purely angry. He knew he hadn’t exactly been a model citizen since they’d met, but how could Oliver just assume that he’d abandon him at a time like this? “Yes, I do expect you to believe that because it’s true!”
Oliver huffed slightly, clearly not believing a word he’d just said.
Connor moved to kneel down in front of him, taking Oliver’s hands in his. “Hey, look at me,” Oliver looked up. “Look, I know that I messed up when I hooked up with that guy. But I didn’t just pester you for a month because you’re good in bed, which you are by the way. I mean you are gr-sorry, not the point. The point is, that I came back and pestered you because I realized how much you mean to me, and how important you are. I’m not gonna lie, it was a little jarring when you told me you were positive, but I meant it when I said that we would get through it together. And we’ll get through this together too, okay?”
By this point, there were tears shining in both of their eyes. “How can you say that? We’ve only known each other a few months. Are we really ready to raise a baby together?”
“Hell no,” Connor replied bluntly. “We don’t even know if we’re ready to be in a long term relationship. But even if we aren’t, we’re happy right now. Don’t you at least want to try? We might raise the baby for 6 months and realize that we can’t stand each other if we’re not having sex, but what if we raise the baby for 6 months and realize that we want nothing more than each other?”
Oliver smiled shyly. “That does sound nice.”
Connor returned the smiled and adjusted his boyfriend so they were laying back to chest on the couch. “Let’s take a nap, we deserve it.“ He wrapped his arms around Ollie and closed his eyes.
“Connor?”
“Hmm?”
“You didn’t mean it when you said we wouldn’t be having sex after the baby right? You’ll make time for me?” Oliver felt a smile against his neck.
“Of course Ollie. Now go to sleep.”
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –This is for lifeinvirtualreality who requested an Coliver mpreg before I went on hiatus! I’m so extremely sorry for the lateness but I really hope you like this because I really liked writing this! Please let me know what you think!:)
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The Little Things (random Lito x Hernando ficlet – ao3)
Note: Set after ep. 10 so may be slightly spoilery. Proceed with caution.
Hope you guys enjoy! xoxo
Declarations of ‘I don’t care’ aside, the habits of a life built in shadow do not change in the blink of an eye. Instead it starts small…
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It’s Lito tilting his head toward Hernando as they stand hip-to-hip and ride the elevator down. Daniela stands across the way, playing on her phone and giving them the illusion of a private conversation.
Hernando is discussing Lito’s latest script and how “The struggle of the film’s hero mirrors the larger struggle of humanity verses nature; the elemental battle of the human race’s will to survive and Mother Nature’s casual flick of the wrist that reminds us how fragile our lives really are” and Lito can’t hold his smile back. The awe and joy that this man – this beautiful, intelligent, force of a man – choose him to love is too overwhelming of a feeling to keep hidden.
When the elevator dings, Hernando glances to see they are passing the second floor and Lito’s made no move to put distance between them. Hernando goes to step aside and make room for Dani, make the whole scene look more presentable for anyone waiting in the lobby when the doors slide open, but Lito drops a hand to his wrist to stay him.
“Lito?” Hernando questions, his eyes darting from Lito’s blank face down to the fingers lightly encircling his wrist, but Lito just closes his eyes and shakes his head once.
The rest of the ride is silent. When the doors open onto the lobby, the three of them stand still for a breath until, with great reluctance, Lito drops Hernando’s wrist and reaches for Dani’s hand.
As they walk out of the building, Lito tries not to notice how Dani’s hand doesn’t fit quite right in his or how Hernando trails after them a half-a-length behind.
Running Lines [ao3]
A short little Lito x Hernando ficlet (because that scene in the kitchen was too cute)
(psst: this is like 99% thekingslover‘s fault. ily bby. <3)
“‘Do you see now, my love?’” On his knees, Lito leans in with the plea and grips Hernando’s hand. “‘Do you see why we need to run away together?’”
Reaching up to grip Hernando’s hand in both of his, Lito kisses the back of Hernando’s hand as he finishes the monologue. He closes his eyes and waits for Hernando’s line.
And waits.
And waits.
Risking a glance, Lito peeks one eye open and puzzles at Hernando’s frown. “What? What’s the matter?” He drops Hernando’s hand and leans back on his haunches. “Did I make a mistake? Did I switch the brother’s names again?”
“No. No you didn’t.” Hernando’s quick to reassure but he continues to frown as he reviews the script in his hand. “It was perfect. Very good.” He looks down at Lito with a smile. “Very authentic. It’s just…”
When Hernando lets the comment simply hang, Lito pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s just what, Hernando?” he snaps, the frustration of the seeping into his tone. This, working on this scene together, is taking forever.
“It’s just I don’t understand what my character’s motivation is,” Hernando says with a shrug as Lito groans.
He hangs his head down, resting it against Hernando’s knee. “We’ve been over this. You love me.”
“I do.”
“No,” Lito practically whines. “No. Your character. Your character loves my character.”
So, I can’t stop thinking about what Hernando was doing while Lito called him incessantly… [ao3]
The apartment’s dark when Hernando enters. Blinds drawn and windows shut tight. He draws the shades and opens the windows wide, letting the afternoon sun pour in. A light breeze blows through, taking most of the stale air out with it.
Hernando stands in the center and, with an eye on the thick layer of dust lining the bookshelves, tries to remember the last time he’d stood in this space.
Technically speaking, this is his official address. His driver’s license has this address. Credit card bills, insurance, taxes, and the like all come here. His mother even sends birthday cards to this place but he can’t remember the last time he slid his key into that door.
He used to come by more often – checking up on the apartment and his neighbors, making sure everything was still as it should be. Now, he’d gotten into the habit of breezing through the lobby every few days to pick up his mail before continuing on his way. Putting this whole place in the back of his mind; not to be dwelled upon or considered. Out of sight and all that.
Wandering the apartment now, taking in the books and pieces and clothing that had never made their way over to Lito’s, Hernando realizes it hadn’t been his busy schedule that kept him from making the short journey upstairs on mail runs. It had been resentment that kept him grounded in the lobby. Resentment that he still cuts a check for this space every month. Resentment that he had just nodded in agreement when Lito suggested he kept this place. Resentment that he spent time building a home he had no real right to. Resentment that he and Lito could share a bed but they couldn’t share an address.
Hernando wrenches open the pantry door just to have a reason to slam it shut.
When the slam of the door echoes through the space, Hernando doesn’t feel the jolt of satisfaction he expected. He just feels stupid.
Soon You’ll Be Somebody Else
sensate!coliver because it’s been stuck in my head for half a week
It starts as a migraine. He can feel his head aching. He hears a song that isn’t playing and smells a food that isn’t cooking. He is half-positive he has finally lost it or that someone has slipped some hallucinogenic drug into something he’s consumed.
It takes a day before he actually sees anyone, but the first time it happens, Oliver is in the middle of a blind date his friends set up. The man is kind even though the conversation is going slowly. He opens his mouth to respond to a question about music preference, when suddenly he is in a different room. He can feel fingers running up his back and tugging out his hair, and he lets out a small whimper. He man beneath him smirks up at him, and he bites his lip as he slows his hips down a little.
Annnd if you don’t feel comfortable trying them yet, totally cool! But – Lito/Will(/Hernando), shower sex. Like, Lito and Hernando are getting it on in the shower. Will just happens to be showering at the same time. Interesting Sensate stuff occurs ^^b
Half-hour smutfic + 21. Shower sex + Will/Lito(/Hernando)
I spent way more than half an hour on this! I’m thinking about actually posting this on AO3 but I need to add some stuff and fix some rough patches. In the meantime, I’m curious to hear if the sensate stuff all makes sense.
Will’s got the AC on full blast and he’s still hot. He’s trying to watch TV but he keeps being distracted by the heat that washes down his body, tingling over his skin and pooling low in his stomach.
Oliver getting mad at Annalise because she overworks Connor
Oliver curled protectively around Connor, pulling him close into the comma-shape of his body, with Connor’s back snug against his chest.
It was only 7:15pm. Connor was still wearing the tank top and boxers he wore under his work clothes, too tired, it seemed, to shower or put on his pjs.
Connor’s hands held Oliver’s at his waist, fingers laced and squeezing. “Don’t be mad,” words punctuated with a yawn.
“I’m not mad at you,” Oliver said and kissed the back of Connor’s neck.
“You’re mad at something. I can feel it.”
Oliver frowned. He was mad. Furious even. It was Friday, and this was the first night all week Connor had been home before ten. Even still, he might have been able to bury down his anger if Annalise didn’t need Connor to go in to work the coming Saturday and Sunday both.
Tucked beside him, Connor burrowed and sighed. “You don’t have to stay here with me.” Even though his hands clung no less tightly to Oliver’s. “I know it’s still early.”
“I’d rather hold you than be anywhere else.”
Connor laughed, light and brief. Oliver was sure it would have gone longer if he hadn’t been so tired. Now, Annalise was stealing Connor’s laugh as well as his time.
“You’re too good to me,” Connor said.
“You deserve good things.”
“I already have the best thing.” Connor twisted and pressed a kiss to Oliver’s cheek and then his lips. He must have felt Oliver’s frown. When he pulled away, he was frowning too. “You are angry.”
“It’s not you.”
prompt/headcanon: Since Oliver has to leave for work early in the morning but Connor doesn’t have class till mid-morning, Connor packs a lunch for Oliver every workday. It’s a different sandwich each day. Connor shops for various items during the week and each day he makes the sandwich a bit different, uses different sauces and ingredients so that it’s always a surprise. Oliver always looks forward to lunchtime to see what Connor’s made him and his co-workers are jealous of his great lunches.
Okay so not actual fic but let me download to you about this so like CONNOR WALSH WATCHES THE FOOD NETWORK TOO MUCH.
So Connor is absolutely incapable of making a ham and cheese sandwich that is much too plebian and he doesn’t make shit without like a drizzle of mango reduction and a slice of fucking pork (BECAUSE HAM HAS UNHEALTHY PRESERVATIVES AND HE WILL NOT TOY WITH OLIVER’S HEALTH) over like well aged cheese with fresh spinach and artisan bread which he then puts in a glass container instead of like idk a zip lock bag like a NORMAL HUMAN BEING so the first time Connor kind of thrusts a small thermal bag at Oliver and mumbles “i made you some lunch, fast food is bad for you” and Oliver is like flustered but kisses Connor’s cheek and when gets to work the first time this happens and he’s like oh my goodness what is this BISTRO LEVEL SHIT AND DID HE PACK UTENSILS FOR ME TO EAT THIS DA VINCI’S CREATION OF A SANDWHICH WITH? and everyone else in the lunch room is like “did you get a raise or????” and Oliver eats it and it’s delicious and then he gets home and Connor is like flattened after a day full of school and cases so Oliver makes him a grilled cheese with like Kraft cheddar and wonder bread but it’s warm and soft and he offers it to Connor like – this is the best I can do with my kitchen skills and Connor is like, no one has made food for me since Christmas and then they make out and it’s just like A LOT OF FOOD RELATED ADORABLENESS???
Oh, but Connor is most definitely dreaming of Oliver. Having hot, steamy dreams about Oliver and Oliver’s body and sex with Oliver and and and an d
Connor has very Harlequin Romance dreams. We know this because Connor reads Harlequin Roamnce novels on his Kindle when he’s supposed to be taking notes.
He dreams that he is a young sailor and that Oliver is a shirtless pirate. He dreams that he is a young Lord and Oliver is a sweating sexy stable groom. He dreams that he is a James Bond type and Oliver is his Q and they have steamy sex in expensive sports cars.
Connor has very complicated long winded plot driven sex dreams about his boyfriend and all of them every single one ends up in hot perfect honeymoon sex.
Connor dreams that he marries Oliver almost every night and that’s why he won’t talk about it in the morning.
Hi love! I hope you are having a fun/relaxing/amazing Sunday and I was wondering if I could send you a Coliver prompt. It’s from a list of reincarnation AUs you reblogged a few days ago. The one where “We only remember each other in alternating lifetimes” one. Obvi, you don’t have to write it (no pressure at all!) but I’ve just been thinking about it. idk, just if you’re up for it. Okay, I feel really embarrassed to send this so I’m just gonna send it and then run away. BYE!!!!!!! <3
Oh noes! Don’t run! *clings* ❤
Oliver saw Connor across the bar and his stomach twisted into knots. He should have known better than to come here. Connor always did like coming to bars. But Oliver had hoped, however foolishly, that with all the bars in all the world, maybe Connor wouldn’t walk into this one.
But this was just the game they were fated to play, lifetime after lifetime, always finding each other. For good or ill.
Finding each other shouldn’t be a curse, but it was, when only one could remember the other. They alternated who. This lifetime, Oliver had known from an early age that his heart belonged to Connor. He also knew that meant Connor wouldn’t know who he was.
The bartender handed Oliver his drink, Maker’s Manhattan, but Oliver rested it down on the counter. He’d close his tab and leave. He’d pretend he’d never seen Connor, then he wouldn’t have to know the hurt of Connor not remembering him.
“You look familiar,” a voice said from behind him. “Have we met before?”
Oliver froze. He knew that voice. Over a hundred different lifetimes, he’d heard it raised in anger, purred in pleasure, and everything in between. He’d even heard these exact words before, many many times.
So much for escape. Seemed like they were only meant for pain.
“I bet you say that all the time.”
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