I love the idea of jealous!Connor. I tried to make this mildly angsty but I hope I didn’t go overboard 😉
Connor stumbles out of their bedroom just in time to see Oliver hang up his phone with a silly smile on his face. His boyfriend’s voice from the one sided conversation he overheard from the other room was much too cheerful considering how early in the morning it was.
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COLIVER 49 XD (omg I’m sorry you don’t have to do all of these)
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Oliver groaned when he approached his dorm room door and saw a sock on the handle. He felt awful, coming down with the cold or flu that was going around campus. Of course, the one day he wanted to lie down in bed and die, Connor would be having sex with another one of his conquests. He had no issues with his roommate’s sexual appetite as he generally respected Oliver’s boundaries, but in the middle of the afternoon? Really?
Prompt: Connors
mom visiting and being all super embarrassed cause Oli automatically starts
doing dishes/cleaning up and Connor is just sitting there not helping and she
raised him better then that and starts lecturing him and he’s blushing and
Oli’s in loveOliver whizzed around with a sweeping brush, attempting to clean the already spotless apartment. Breathless, he leaned the brush against the wall and searched for something, anything¸ that might need cleaning.
Nonny prompt: ‘I got you for secret santa so I got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me – and that I’ve been in love with you 1234567 years’ Christmas au
A/N: I tried very hard, sweet Nonny! I am sorry. 😦
Secret Santas were supposed to give gift cards to Starbucks or Target or…anywhere really. Lotions and lip gloss. Knick knacks and dust collectors for a cubicle. Candy and sweets that no one needed.
Secret Santas were supposed to give crap presents that made you laugh or played on inside office jokes. It was supposed to be a fun way to spread a little holiday cheer around the office and get everyone excited about the notoriously shitty – and always mandatory – office holiday party.
Secret Santa was supposed to be about the game. Coming in that morning to find your present neatly tucked into your mailbox or sitting on your desk. Spending the rest of the day trying to guess who was behind the red wrapping paper and green ribbons. Joking with each other in the staff lounge and exchanging theories with Luisa from admin or Andrew from marketing before the Santas revealed themselves at the office party.
Secret Santas were supposed to buy something silly.
Secret Santas weren’t supposed to buy plane tickets.
Nonny Prompt: Connor works with Annalise and the others. Oliver is their client for some crime he supposedly committed, but he actually didn’t do it. Connor joins the ‘screw the client train’ and he hooks up (maybe even falls in love with) Oliver?
A/N: Not 100% it but it’s mostly it. Hope you enjoy lovely Nonny!! xoxo
Connor had come to learn in his time with Annalise Keating & Associates that there were a lot of rules when you worked with Annalise Keating.
Don’t talk back. Don’t question her methods. Never come to a meeting unprepared. When she gives you an assignment, you get it done by any means necessary. The parking spaces are assigned – you park in Frank’s space and you will never find your car.
And, arguably the most important, never screw the client.
That last one Annalise seemed to mention it at least once a quarter. Probably because it was also the rule her junior associates seemed to break the most often.
In the eighteen months since he’d started, Connor had heard about Michaela messing around with Caleb, one of the clients they were defending on murder charges. Wes and Rebecca, another suspected murder. Frank had found Asher and that would be arsonist with their pants around their ankles in the supply closet. Hell, it’d even come out that Laurel fooled around with that mail fraud soccer mom client before Laurel and Frank had made things official a few months back.
As far as Connor knew he was the only one of Annalise’s junior associates who hadn’t messed around with a client.
A privilege he was more than willing to give up when their latest client walked into the boardroom.
because i like dragon AUs….
Like all good feuds, no one really knows how the war with the dragons started.
The villagers say the dragons struck first. Spreading fire through the fields and plucking the best livestock up right out of their pens.
Of course the dragons disagree. They claim the villagers, with their poisoned tipped arrows and catapults hurling stones and bombs, launched the first strike.
For his part, Oliver doesn’t much care who started the feud in their little valley. All he knows is that he wants no quarter of it. He may be a son of the Dragon Lord but Oliver wants nothing to do with the fighting. He doesn’t want to pillage and terrorize. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone.
When he’s obligated to join the others for raiding parties, Oliver’s quick to pull back. He circles the treetops until he’s sure his family and the others are distracted then lands softly in one of the fields.
Quickly abandoning his wings and scales, Oliver shifts form to adopt the look of a common man. He hurries into the village and starts helping where he can, pulling villagers to safety and covering them as they run to shelter.
On one such raid, Oliver’s helping school children flee from their burning school when a small hand on his stays him. Tears pool in a girl’s deep green eyes and soot stains her cheeks. “Please,” she begs. “Mr. Connor’s stuck.”
“Where?” Oliver’s stomach drops when she points back to the school.
Without a thought of how feeble, and flammable, he his in his human visage, Oliver runs into the school. He dodges falling beams and flames skirting around as he searches for the missing school teacher. Finding the man, Oliver picks Connor up like a new bride and sprints from the building.
Hours later, when Connor wakes in the makeshift hospital, Oliver is by his side. The teacher tries to smirk but the smile comes out much too genuine. He reaches a bandaged covered hand up to squeeze Oliver’s fingers once. “My guardian.”
Coliver+6 c:
#6: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
Oliver nearly chokes on his own spit when he sees the sight waiting for him in his bedroom. He let’s out a laugh–a nervous one, because he doesn’t quite know what else to do.
Connor Walsh, the dashingly handsome law student who has been frequenting Oliver’s apartment for the past few weeks, lies on Oliver’s bed, completely naked, save for a tie–one of Oliver’s own, he recognizes–loosely tied around his neck.
45.“Tell me a secret.” coliver
Dedicating this to the lovely @jean-jehan-prouvaire. It’s not really happy fluff, but I hope the Coliver cheers you up anyway ❤
“Tell me a secret.”
Connor turns his head away from the television to look at the other man. “What?” He asks, even though he heard the words properly. They just didn’t quite register in his mind.
(fair warning: mpreg ahead)
Oliver sits on top of the closed toilet seat in the bathroom. Hands on his knees, his fingertips dig into his sweatpants. He’s tapping his foot, but when he realizes it, he stops. He keeps counting in his head, long after he needed to.
The plastic strip on the counter by the sink surely reads the answer by now. Oliver pointedly avoids looking at it.
What if it says positive? Would that be the best thing or the worst? It’d be everything he wanted, sure, but much too soon. He and Connor have only just started talk of more permanent things: living together, buying a house, looking at rings.
Connor. God, what will Connor think? What will he do?
the coliver bagel au that no one asked for… (aka: what happens when @monicashipscoliver and i get to talking)
(PS: Lovingly inspired by this post)
He’s so perfect.
From his spot at the back of the display case, Connor watched Oliver laughing and joking with the others in the front. The front of the case was for the pastries. Muffins with sugared tops, coffee cakes with creamy glaze, and Oliver. Oliver, the most perfect cinnamon roll Connor had ever seen. The breakfast pastry that looked more delicious than them all.
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