Scowling, he subconsciously tugs at his sleeve, covering up the letters on the inside of his wrist. There’s only two, an O and a L, but to Connor, that’s two letters too many. The third letter has just begun to show up, still faint and half-formed. He hasn’t even bothered trying to guess which one it’ll be or how soon he’ll be able to see it clearly, because yet again – he doesn’t care.

At all.

Seriously, he doesn’t care.

soulmate AU in which soulmates only see one another in vague dreams until they meet, and gradually learn one another’s names as they appear on their skin
pairing: connor x oliver
little nsfw
series of ficlets — part 1/?
enjoy!