(that other bagel!au no one asked for. @ramblesandreblogs posted hers first, so fair is fair. She’d be mad if I backed out of posting mine as well haha. Hers is way better! Btw they are actual bagels. Do with that what you will lol)
Oliver is the most beautiful bagel Connor has ever seen. He has everything, and his edges are perfectly round. His center hole is just the right size. Connor couldn’t help but imagine what he would look like lightly toasted and covered in cream cheese. He crumbles slightly at the thought, barely holding himself together.
But then the sadness sinks in. The self-loathing. The realization that a bagel as perfect as Oliver deserves to be on the same plate as another everything bagel, or a cinnamon roll. Connor is neither of those things. Connor’s just a plain bagel.
Connor knows his way around the center hole. He’s been tossed around with many other bagels in his time. He’s not ashamed of it. But he doubts that particular skill set will win him the attention of Oliver, at least for long. And even if it did, Connor isn’t sure that’s what he wants.
He wants more than a quick roll around with Oliver. He wants to be beside him for life.
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Coliver Drabble | HTGAWM
I wrote this in @conzyricamora‘s Skype chat and she demanded I post it here. So here you go kids! I hope you enjoy. ❤
Connor crowded him back against the door, hands on his sides, his back, his hips. Between his legs. Oliver couldn’t keep track, clinging to the man’s chilled jacket. “Woah!” He gasped when cold fingers brushed over his belly and down. They dipped under the waist of his slacks and then moved to Ollie’s belt. Connor tugged him back by the leather before he fumbled with the buckle. He didn’t want to break the kiss he had started since being inside the elevator. They had barely been able to get through the door, both of them trying to get the key in the hole and twist it.
Hii!! Can you recommend me some Coliver fics like the soulmates AUs (tattos and like that maybe?) Thank you!! *hugs*
Tell Them This Love Hasn’t Changed Me by conwalshs
Summary: Connor’s first dream about his soulmate didn’t feel at
all conventional, though there wasn’t much logic to be found in a theory
that suggested soulmates existed, anyway.At least in Connor’s eyes, there wasn’t.Colorblind by iamsiriuslyriddikulus
Summary: The world is in black and white until the day after you sleep with your soulmate.
The Marks You Left On Me by samanthaB
Summary: In a world where your words get marked on your soul mate’s skin as
handwritten tattoos, Oliver considers himself quite unlucky with his
soul mate. He doesn’t like him too much but they never even met. That
will change soon though, not without a few bumps on the road of
course…Little do you know (I need more time) by connordont
Summary: Connor knows that for everyone else, it all ends the
moment their timers hit zero, and that’s the difference: Connor doesn’t
want his timer to hit zero. Not now, not for a while. He doesn’t want a
commitment and someone with a matching timer memory of heart eyes. It’s
not his thing.Connor doesn’t even do boyfriends, he certainly doesn’t do soulmates.(everybody has a timer that counts down to the moment they meet their soulmate, and connor has commitment issues.)Not Who I Wanted by thekingslover
Summary: At 11:59pm on the eve of his birthday, Connor holds an undeveloped photo
in his shaking hands. When he turns 21, the magic photo given to his
parents when he was a baby will develop and he’ll see his soulmate for
the first time.Welcome to Starbucks by thekingslover
Summary: Oliver knows every time he goes into Starbucks that the person behind
the counter probably isn’t his soulmate. But with the words written in
messy script across his arm, “Welcome to Starbucks. May I take your
order?” he can’t help but hope that maybe – just maybe – this time will
be the right one.When Fate Gets it Wrong by thekingslover
Summary: Connor knows at seventeen that he will love Oliver Hampton for the rest of his life.But he also knows that Oliver won’t. He can’t.Connor wasn’t born with a name anywhere on his body. His soulmate can be whoever he wants.Oliver has a name on his wrist. Jon.
Dream a Little Dream by jooliewrites
Summary: Everyone knows the way to distinguish a normal dream from a soul dream
is scent and Connor’s first soul dream smells like laundry detergent.Becoming Sean Elliot by jaydeemz
Summary: Connor knew four things. One, this was the Keating Five’s first case,
and they were about to lose. Two, Connor found out that the tech’s name
was Oliver. Three, he saw that Oliver’s soulmate was called Sean Elliot.
Four, Connor knew that he had terrible morals, his friends had terrible
morals, and they would all be delighted if Connor cheated Oliver into
believing he was his soulmate. Well, it worked a bit too well.My favorite coliver fics are located over here!
Enjoy!!~~
Under My Skin – Chapter 2 / Ch. 1
My first attempt at a Coliver long fic. Just an idea I had that wouldn’t leave me alone. Their relationship will go similar to canon with a few minor tweaks. Whereas the show focuses on murders and getting away with them, I want to focus on their relationship and how they really get to know each other. Hoping to get into all the nice moments, dark moments, and intimate moments that the show doesn’t show us.
“I might as well hand you the trophy right now, Miss Pratt. But I won’t. Not until I see how the rest of you step up your game.”
Connor’s eyes narrow as he stares at the screen of his computer. There’s nothing he loves more than a good challenge. It makes a warm feeling settle in the pit of his stomach. His heart rate accelerates, like he’s getting ready for a fight. It keeps him alert, focused, and feeling alive like nothing else. Almost like he’s seeing the world through a different set of eyes.
Oliver laughs, loud, boisterous, clutching his sides, bending over.
Connor wishes he could remember what he said that was so funny, not so he could laugh too, but so he could file it away and bring it out again later. He’d have Oliver laugh like this forever if he could, carefree and happy.
Home is that smile. Laughter is the warmth that fills it.
He asks Oliver later, when the laughter has eased to reverent stillness, as they hold each other in the dark. “What did I say that was so funny?”
Oliver yawns and stretches. His arm falls over Connor’s shoulder, his fingers tangle in Connor’s hair. “It wasn’t what you said but how you said it.”
“How did I say it?”
More adele induced ridiculousness – (ao3 – one / two / three)
A/N: This was not the chapter I’d set out to write and it sort of spiraled away for a little while. My apologies part three took so long. Thank you so much to those who’ve stuck around. Hope you like it. (psst: I had her ‘Can’t Let Go’ on repeat and here’s an amazing cover bc I can’t find the Adele version…)
And just like that, the line goes dead.
“Connor!” Oliver calls once more into the phone, hoping against hope for Connor to still be there but only silence echoes back.
He takes the phone away from his ear and wipes the screen clean with his thumb before clicking over to save Connor’s number.
For years Oliver suspected Connor was the one on the other end of the random hang-ups he’d get every few months. Sporadically, his phone would light up the bedroom or buzz on the nightstand in the middle of the night for one or two rings before quickly dimming again. Other times the call would just register for half a ring in the middle of lunch or during dinner before the caller thought better of it and the ring died just as quickly as it’d begun.
It was few and far between when Oliver was actually close enough to grab his phone before the call ended but, on those rare times, his thumb always hesitated over Accept.
Accept would mean actually talking to the mystery caller. Accept would mean the confirmation of suspicions long held or further proof of his own delusions.
Without actually answering any of the calls, Oliver was able to pretend the person on the other end was whomever he wanted. The cute guy who’d winked at Oliver on the subway. Arms Man from the gym. The new intern at work whose dimples gave Oliver shameful flashbacks to every boss-secretary video he’d ever seen.
But most of the time Oliver pretended the mystery caller was Connor.
Connor calling him from California. Wondering, after all these years, about the one who’d got away.
Really just filth okay it’s three full pages of smut and I don’t know why I did this. but enjoy I guess.
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Connor hits the couch a little harder than intended when he’s
pushed back but neither of them seem to care as Oliver follows right after him
and straddles his lap, picking up right where they’d left off a few seconds
before. They both know they can’t do this here but for right now all they want
to do is continue to kiss the other, their bodies pressed as close together as
they can possibly get while still fully dressed.
Baby Blues
Note: This fic has been sitting finished for some time now. There is more story to be told, which I am currently working on. Loosely based on a prompt I saw once upon a time.
It started off inconsistently enough. An occasional tap on the steering wheel, quiet enough to be drowned out by the rain pelting down on the windshield in noisy splashes. Connor wrote it off as habitual, brought on by the boredom of being stuck in traffic. A quick glance in Oliver’s direction seemed enough to confirm his suspicion before he averted his eyes back to his tablet’s screen. He buried himself in notes filled with law jargon once more, refocusing his attention to his case materials.
i’d love for oliver to find out that connor told his sister about him at christmas, before they ever officially got together
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Okay. We’re here.” Connor pulls the rental car over and parks behind a beat-up Toyota hatchback. He puts the car in park but lets the engine idle a beat and turns expectantly to Oliver. “You ready?”
Oliver gives a noncommittal noise as he looks up at the house. It’s huge and brightly decorated and even in a car a dozen yards away Oliver can hear the Christmas music pouring out of the house. The long driveway is full to bursting but on top of that there are still a dozen or so cars parked on the street, filling up the road.
Connor’d warned him his family was big but Oliver hasn’t prepared for this.
“Ollie?” Oliver turns back to Connor. “You ready?”
“Yes.” Oliver nods and brushes a hand down a thigh, smoothing his pants.
Connor’s smile is fond. Oliver can be adorable when he’s nervous. “Really?”
Oliver hums in in agreement and fuses a little with the bow on the present in his lap. It’s his gift for the grab bag gift exchange. It’s an ornament and Oliver’s pretty sure he spent more on wrapping paper to make the little box look perfect than he did on the ornament itself.
“Oliver.” Connor reaches over and takes Oliver’s hand in his. “It’s going to be fine. They are going to love you.”
“You sure.” The look Oliver throws him is doubtful.
Connor squeezes Oliver’s hand in his. “They’re going to love you because I love you.”
Oliver rolls his eyes. “You are so lame.”
“I know but it made you smile.” Connor leans over and kisses Oliver all to briefly. “Now, come on. Let’s go.”
A Coliver 2×09 Coda
(Author’s note: Contains canon-typical discussions of violence and guns. I’ve kept most of it under the cut so please read with caution.)
Guns are heavier than they look.
It’s not really something he should be surprised about, Connor considers as he stares at his palm. He’s heard it before from two-bit characters in poorly made action films and rookie cops in procedural dramas. A common enough maxim trotted out to give an otherwise useless, waste of a character depth and meaning.
Guns are heavier than they look.
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