When Oliver texts to cancel a date (because the flu really is an impressive cock-blocker), Connor decides he needs to go to the rescue. But does making a mean microwave soup count as friend or boyfriend territory? And just how far is he willing to step into those waters anyway? Fluff, fluff and more fluff because... fluff.

It wasn't until the birth of his niece that Oliver knew for sure. Connor was walking slowly around the house, tiny infant wrapped in blankets rocking in his arms... From a Tumblr meme prompt, this will turn into a collection of shots of Coliver and child(ren?). Fluff fluff fluff.

Behind every sex addict is a story, and behind those fiery eyes of Connor Walsh lies a whole closet full of skeletons tumbling over themselves to get out.

A collection of ficlets about our lovely Connor Walsh and Oliver Hampton. Latest: Straight Macchiato, One Sugar - He's claimed before that he likes his partners like his coffee – short, dark and handsome – but Connor's usually sporting lines of some sort.

Connor would love to be that unbreakable human. But he really isn't. Hidden under that charming exterior is a small child needing to be looked after. In which I decide to take out my own pain on characters - Connor has a migraine and the group decide the best medicine is to invite around the latest guy he's screwed over in his thirst for power. Are boyfriends really so bad?