#connorargent

[burntbreadpeeta]

connorargent replied to your post “I love your Peeta and I'm actually really glad he's gay, I didn't like him and Katniss as a couple anyway”

*whispers* Peeto.

Peeto was the reason this blog was bad tbh. Someone who had a Cato blog asked me to make a Peeta and yeah.

[infrozenfractalsallaround-blog]

connorargent

YOU OWE ME, HUSBAND!

[infrozenfractalsallaround-blog]

KISS ME //JUST BC I CAN

17. Forearm

Elsa and Connor had an odd friendship, to say the least. They were close friends, nothing would either of them to deny that. But what seemed to keep them together was Elsa’s power. She hadn’t meant to show them to Connor, it was an accident. But ever since that day, they had been friends.

The blonde was playfully throwing single snowflakes at his arm, causing his skin to become cold. A slight whine made her stop and lean forward, placing a gentle kiss to his forearm, at the spot where she had been aiming the small pieces of ice.

                                                                  “You are such a wimp sometimes, Connor.”

[thatfunnygirlnamedbelle-archive]

meigvoren said: ( Sounds like a good reason )

Not for me.

connorargent said: It is.

YOU DON'T HAVE AN OPINION! Go and be in love with Aurora.

[titaniumxargent-blog]

+people

"Uh- hey, I'm Allison."

[theadoptedwolf]

So, if I followed you back, feel free to drop me a starter if you want to interact (I'm assuming that's why you followed me anyway) I was going to write individual starters, but im always too drained after replies. So. If you guys threw starters at me, I'd be so grateful

[thelasthalebeta]

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15: last kiss

There was blood. There was so much blood. It was all he could smell, the scent clogging the back of his throat and making it so hard to breath, but he had to. Because it wasn't his blood, it was somebody else's. Somebody whose scent he could recognize from a mile off and it had his steps picking up. Connor had been going after one of the Alphas. Fuck, why hadn't he waited for the rest of them? He almost tripped over a root when his eyes finally found the hunter, listening for some sign of life.

It was there. Barely. The light pounding of his heart, breaths coming in shallow pants when Isaac collapsed by his side. He didn't even seem to realize he was there. "C-Connor? Please, Connor. I'm here. Come on, react. Please," His voice was desperate by the end, one hand moving to rest against the bloody gash on the others chest, the other cupping his cheek. He tried to take the pain, the veins in his arms darkening, the burning sensation spreading up his arm, but even he could tell it was too late. He leaned in, gently pressing his lips to the others forehead, fighting back the tears.

He didn't cry. Couldn't. Even if it was another life gone, along with his family, and with Erica, he couldn't cry.