#noelles hair is so fucking green

[starlightshadowsworld]

Noelle and Finral bonding over being cast outside from their respective noble families and having siblings who don't even want to know them anymore.

And thinking, hey why don't we just be siblings?

Finral helping her control her powers, teasing her.

Makes her laugh when he regails the "and no boys, because trust me Ell they are the worst" speech.

Noelle stealing his shirts, dyeing a green streak in her hair so they match.

Loudly groaning at his attempts at flirting "Oh my god Fin, stop I'm dieing over here."

They both go to coffee shops and if you fuck with em they become the most bitchiest formed rich kids in existence.

[sallymae32]

Story that 3 people wanted to see: From Rags to royalty

Rae Meadows was from a small island called Esmard Cay, a place not too far away from Yami. They often went fishing together, which ended up washing them up on the beach of the Clover Kingdom. She was short, but her emerald green eyes were only made brighter by her waist-length pitch-black hair. She may have been chubby, but she still had curves in all the right places. She was known for having no filter, being sarcastic, and speaking her mind. She wasn’t concerned about her manners.

Rae and Yami had been in a relationship since their teens. It didn’t take long for Yami to become the captain of his squad, which led to Rae as his vice-captain. She helped train the squad members, especially Magna since she also had fire mana. Eventually, the entire squad just started calling her mom, which she found sweet. 

Yami and Rae attended a few get-togethers with the other captains, and he thoroughly enjoyed her making fun of the royals, especially Nozel Silva and his stupid braid. Occasionally this set the Silva siblings into a rage, and they almost attacked Rae, but when she amped up her mana, they quickly walked away.

Rae is well acquainted with all of the Magic Knight captains, but the only one that doesn’t drive her crazy is Fuegoleon Vermillion. While she is still very much in love with Yami, who would also hold a piece of her heart, she couldn’t fight the attraction she felt when with the Crimson Lion King. He was so unjudgemental. He didn’t care about her status, about her being a foreigner. None of it seemed to matter to him. In fact, he enjoyed making fun of them as much as she and Yami did. It sounded so odd coming out of the mouth of a royal, let alone one as straight-faced and serious Crimson Lion Kin. He was curious about her mana, though he never tried to get her to switch squads after seeing her strength and control over fire. She could rival even the Vermillions with a little more training.

 She had gotten to know him very well over the years since she attended all of the meetings that Yami didn’t want to attend, which meant she went to almost everything, even the star-awarding festival once the Black Bulls were back at the bottom of the chart. She was privy to information she shouldn’t know since she sat in on captains’ meetings. While it was apparent that most of the captains happened to hate her, she found Fuegoleon easy to talk to and enjoyed their conversations which could range from non-confidential missions to their squauds’ shenanigans. While it made some captains uncomfortable, they all knew Yami would tell her everything anyway. They often complained about all of the duties that came with being a captain, knowing she did most of the office work while Yami sat on his ass reading a newspaper and smoking like a chimney. 

“Has Nozel always had that braid? It’s fucking ridiculous! How can anyone take him seriously? Can he even see with that damn thing in his face, or is he just really good at guessing where his opponent is?” Rae laughed one night.

“Believe it or not, he grew out his bangs when we were teenagers to have that braid. I believe his exact words were, ‘Now no woman will ever say no to me.’”

“I call bullshit!”

“I swear! That is exactly what happened!”

“What about that shitty attitude? I know it’s not fully genetic since Noelle is actually a decent person.”

“My rival and his siblings do have very…difficult…personalities,” Fuegoleon

sympathized.

“Oh please, him trying to be your rival is like Asta trying to use magic.”

“What is that troublemaker up to these days?” He asked, dodging the compliment. 

“Same old same old. Taking on too many missions, constantly getting hurt, and busting his ass to clean the house when he’s not allowed to go on missions. The boy is going to work himself into the ground before he’s our age.”

“How did the last dungeon mission go?”

“Very few casualties. The squad is FINALLY learning how to work together better. What about your little cubs? How’s Leo doing?”

“My cubs,” he said, rolling his eyes,” Are doing great, training hard. As for Leo, his talent is almost on par with my own. A few more years, and he’ll be ready to be vice-captain.”

“Good to hear. I always liked that little scamp the few times I’ve seen him. That kid deserves it. Hey! See if you can talk your sister into taking me on her hotsprings trip this year! I’ve always wanted to go!”

“I’ll be sure to pass the message along.”

“What message?” his big sister asked as she rounded the corner.

“I was just asking him to let you know I’d like to go on one of your infamous hot springs trips. The Bulls wouldn’t stop raging about it a few years back.”

“Consider yourself invited!”

“Thanks, Mereolona! I look forward to it!”

“It’s not like you’ll be hard to find. You’ll probably already be living here by then, saving him from marrying that bitch from the Heart Kingdom.” 

Before you or Fuegoleon could object to her statement, the subject was quickly changed, and Rae returned to the Black Bulls hide-out. 

After attending a meeting where some of their squad members were getting promoted, Yami started to get worried about how well Rae got along with the Lion King, his subconscious telling him that the royal would take the love of his life. When they returned, Yami practically pounced on her the moment walked into the living room, pinning her up against the wall. He kissed her deeply, then down her neck, physically trying to express his love since he wasn’t so good with words. After getting a few comments from people in the area, he growled and threw Rae over his shoulder.

“Leave us the hell alone for the rest of the night. Anything you hear, you keep your mouth shut about or leave,” he told their squad. When they reached their room, Rae was thrown unceremoniously onto the bed before her clothes were practically ripped from her body. Yami continued kissing down her neck before he started playing with her large breasts. He took turns on each hard nipple before running his hands up and down her body while he looked into her eyes. She smiled at him, knowing this was how he was showing her he loved her. He grinned down at her before moving her properly on the bed. He quickly disappeared between her legs, eating her out, one of his favorite things to do.

“Damn, baby, you’re already soaked…I hope it's for me and not that damn stuck-up Lion King.”

“It's always for you, Yami. You’re the only one who can make me feel this good,” Rae groaned as Yami licked a long strip up her pussy before focusing on sucking on her clit. He didn’t stop lapping at her pussy until he needed air.

“You always taste so damn good,” he said before diving back down like she was the last meal he would ever have. It didn’t take long before she was moaning his name and pulling on his hair.

“Fuck Yami! I’m gonna cum!” Rae yelled after a few minutes after his digits had joined the party

“That’s it, baby girl, cum all over my face,” he said, doubling his efforts. Soon, Rae was granting his wish while screaming his name. “God, you taste amazing when you cum…bet the Lion King would never do this for you.”

Rae put a complete halt on sex for the rest of the night after that. 

“Why do you worry about him so much, Yami?” “Because he’s going to steal you away from me! I saw you being all fuckin’ buddy-buddy with him when Luck, Grey, and Magna got promoted!”

“For fucks sake, I go to all the damn meetings at the capitol for you, and I need someone to talk to! You know those damn things go on forever, and he’s literally the only person there but Julius I get along with! “Then talk to Julius!”

“He’s always too busy! You’re so fucking insecure. We’ve been together since we were 18! Literally TEN YEARS! Do you honestly trust me that little?”

“It’s not you I don’t trust. It’s him. I see the way he looks at you, Rae.”

“Well, get your eyes checked because we are nothing but FRIENDS, Yami Sukehiro. Get the thick head of yours out of your ass and stop being so fucking paranoid. Hell, the two of you would actually get along great if you’d give him half a chance.”

“Why would I give that all high and mighty bastard a chance? He’s just like all of those other assholes.”

Rae scoffed at that. “No, Yami, he’s not. Why are we even having this conversation? It’s ridiculous. You know me better than this.”

“You think I haven’t heard the rumors? I’ve heard that the two of you are awfully chummy at meetings.”

“Then start going to them yourself! It’s not my job! Damn it, Yami, why are we even having this conversation?”

“We’re having this conversation because I’m a paranoid, jealous asshole who doesn’t want to lose the love of his fucking life.”

“You’re not going to lose me, Yami unless you keep treating me like I’m cheating on you for being friends with some other guy.” 

“Okay, I’ll try.”

LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD KEEP GOING

[muutosarchive]

If they had a kid meme / / @alsquiet

mountain & copia !

Name: virgo

Gender: afab, nb she/they/doesn't care

General appearance: mid-height, probably somewhere close or at six foot tall, perhaps give some inches? (i could go up to six foot five) light brunette long hair, smaller horns than mountain - lithe but strong bodied, not very shapely but also has somewhat of a hipline. skin tone matches mountains, & they have one eye matching mountain's & one eye the colour of copia's good eye (glassy blue/green) probably has sharper jaw/longer nose like copia. little fangs. large hands, wide digging claws. soft, sometimes blank or vacant appearance.

Personality: they take after mountain, with copia's with sprinkled in. a bit dry & sparse, but there nonetheless. they have a hard time relating (due to both their parent's genetics). they're quiet, observant and calm most of the time. copia & mountain both have anxiety i would say, but vigo has more than mountain & less than copia. easily unsettled, scared of fire. they hide things. whether in the dirt, or the wall, or anywhere.

Special talents: virgo, lives up to the namesake, in the sense that the ground they walk/touch on becomes fertile. the ministry could harvest their own crops and feed their own and virgo could bring them bounties unlike the luckiest farmer could imagine. they dig well, due to their claws.

Who they like better: mountain i think, because mountain makes sense. they love copia, & they love to spend time with him. but he can be a bit overwhelming, and agitate their anxiety. i think they bond on their ghoul level with mountain, but they also very much appreciate copia's humanity and his ability to be so loving.

Who they take after more: mountain, looks and personality.

Personal headcanon: copia insisted they do a ritual to have mountain's genes just as much a part of the surrogate process if this were ever to happen?? i think mountain may have had pause but copia was insistent.

omega & ifrit

Name: Hamal, or Arietis Ghoul (hamal = brightest star in Aries, as omega is named for the brightest star in pegasus. quintessence style name with fire sprinkled in)

Gender: male

General appearance: i think generally quintessence genes are stronger. i think he ended up a bit more humanoid, with a more human-esque face than omega. same deep black coloured skin like omega, with glowing white eyes. but he has if's hair & ram horns, which are also white like omega's horns. he has like, more body hair too to make up for omega's fur. he's very conventionally attractive, fit and scaled to a more typical size (also more like ifrit in that way)

Personality: oh he's ifrit's kid 100% - dumb of ass, pure of heart, well meaning fuckboy. but he's more naturally .. like, he's got a more uppity way about carrying himself from omega & his quintessence. he's also cocky/confident, which isn't infallible by any means but i think he likes to think it is. he's super good at everything he does naturally and he pranks people all the time.. he gets lots of ire from omegs for being a little shit but he makes up for it in like, sheer... basically being fucking gifted.

Special talents: hamal could be a multi-ghoul. can do lead or rhythm work on the guitar, can probably sing. would be a shoe-in for the band. he's also a master of his fire element. he can conjure fire, control it - amongst other things. he also prolly quintessence magic but i don't have a lot of hc's about that, yet.

Who they like better: ifrit, i think he has more fun with iffers & they relate better but also he does really like omega. omega is just more of a 'parent' so !! also having a quintessence as a dad? sheesh.

Who they take after more: mmmmm both. pretentious know-it-all mixed with what ifrit got goin' on. this kid needs to never be born.

Personal headcanon: omega and hamal have a soul bond (telekinetic/empathic)

rain & swiss

Name: hailey or hail ghoul (maybe noelle?) (multi precipitation, i couldn't think of a better name)

Gender: female

General appearance: longer, black hair. slim & sharp features, with big round eyes and horns like swiss. her tail is spaded, but she has inherited any of the little water features rain has. her skin-tone is kinda sickly grey, almost like it was trying to look like swiss's skin. otherwise you would never tell she's multi-element. in fact swiss is starting to believe she's all water. lithe bodied, probably on the taller side.

Personality: she's like rain. 100%, like she's basically his mini me. she gets frustrated that she's not more confident, like swiss. probably like cynical as fuck. she can't master either element, also like rain she's very alienated from water. she has an angry/moody streak like rain. second guesses herself, but is always carrying herself like she doesn't give a shit. but it more comes off as reserved shy. she's less vain than rain is though, thanks to swiss. she got his jealousy.

Special talents: she can play the bass like dad, and guitar like swiss. also probably can sing, but not conventionally well. i feel like it's a bit high. but she has no elemental control, over either element.

Who they like better: swiss because he's more of a friend and he's good at cheering her up, and !! idk swiss is i think not a natural parent.. he's definitely bad at disciplining/following through. rain has to be the bad guy.

Who they take after more: rain 1000%

Personal headcanon: she's close with copia, copia also helps her feel better about her predicament & helps her feel useful.

[songofsilentechoes]

The three women are the same height as Noelle and seem similar to her in general appearance. However, their clothing and demeanor all mark them as different people.

"You know we don't have to-" The woman with punk clothes, short green hair and golden eyes begins before Noelle cuts her off.

"They're my...'sisters', for lack of a better word. That one there is Trinity."

The green-haired woman waves.

"She's a little shy so-"

"Hey fuck you, Noelle." Trinity says, looking more embarrassed than upset.

The third woman, dressed as a jester giggles. Noelle gestures to her. "Her name is Jingle. She doesn't speak. I'm...not sure if she can. She makes sounds, though, unlike me. They don't always match. But she's friendly."

The jester beams at Chiasa and makes a happy chime sound. She seems thrilled to meet Chiasa, with a bouncy, barely contained energy.

Goths, punks and theatre kids? The three Minettes look at each other and blush a little. They feel seen.

[clownkure]

getting stronger

[lumosinlove]

is there anyway u could do noelle and talker for the falling asleep over skype or chat one? :)

“Saw it, your eyes just closed.”

“Mm,” Noelle smiled, voice muffled by her pillow case. “Keep talking to me in that raspy sex voice of yours and they’ll be wide open again.”

Thomas adjusted himself on his side, wishing the sheets that he reached out towards were warmer, that they smelled like Noelle. He shivered a little at the way her green eyes looked up at him, even through the screen.

“Okay,” he smiled, pillowing his head on his arm. “Maybe I will, Christmas.”

Noelle just smiled, suppressing a yawn.

“Seriously, you’re tired, No.”

“I don’t want to stop talking to you,” Noelle sighed, pushing her hair back from her bare shoulder. “We never get to talk these days.” He watched her eyes flit around his face. “I miss you. A lot.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Thomas said, scooting closer to the screen. “Don’t cry on me. I’ll cry, too.”

“I won’t, I won’t,” Noelle laughed, pretending to fan her face. “Just—ugh.”

“Go get my sweatshirt,” Thomas said, hand involuntarily going to rest on the edge of his laptop, as if he could touch her cheek. “And get cozy as fuck. And I’ll be right here.”

Noelle just laughed again and pushed herself up, giving Thomas a view of the gentle curves of her breasts and the soft muscles of her arms, before disappearing from the frame. It sent a pang through him, but he let it out in a sigh and waited for her.

“Okay, okay, here I am,” Noelle sing-songed before landing on the bed in a fluff of pillows and quilt—and a Lions sweatshirt. Thomas watched her burrow back into the covers. “It’d be warmer with you, though, you fucking heater.”

“Thirty days,” Thomas said. “I’ll heat you up.”

Noelle sighed and closed her eyes again. “So long.”

“Go to sleep and it’s 29.”

“Math wizard.”

[hellofastudysession]

kwis. and/or fwisk.

first impression of kris: who is this. they look nice... and small (gets distracted by everything else)

impression middle: AND THEN. and then snd then. look at me okay? so the bakesale is selling hearts donuts and choco diamonds. of course the hearts donuts are for susie - they give her the most healing. so i assumed NATURALLY the choco diamonds did the same for ralsei. the narration said someone REALLY likes them, and they were green and ralsei shaped, and who else would like tgem in the party? huh? huh??? and then ralsei reacts less to them than i expected. so i gave them to kris andfhgun hfufjjgvujfp jfbuvjfk hbfuchbhuvhiduci

impression now: this is my fucking. this is KRIS DELTARUNE do you HEAR ME??? they're so strong and smart and they have IMPECCABLE FASHION and i am so PROUD to know them. they are silly and they took ballet lessons as a child and they're friends with noelle deltarune and they're semiverbal and they're NONBINARY. THEY USE THEY/THEM. they miss their brother and they are skilled with memes and speedrunning and they are sixteen years old LOOK AT THEIR HAIR and they still wear a striped sweater!!!!!!! i just hope i can be friends with them someday.

idea for a story: honestly just wanna write kris doing anything. something with them being happy. yeah.

unpopular opinion: i think i mentioned earlier that kris is semiverbal? yeah it just makes me happy when they don't talk gshdiydig also it's interesting to write!!!!!! it's like no pronouns

favorite relationship: the lancer fun squad. thank you...! goodnight !!!!!

favorite headcanon: uhhhhhhhbb one of my friends introduced me to this idea and i latched onto it like duct tape. kris is like me they have a chest and don't bind or whatever they're just fine with it. gender. also they're filipino :3 ALSO!! them having only one eye

[whereismymindnow]

Pretty When You Cry (Hal Yorke x ofc)

Author's Note: The scene in which Harry offers Nick the blood and then with a smug smile shows that it is from his dead wife that is being drained in the cellar... ugh, his fucking smirk had me immediately!

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Noelle’s small heels clacked against the cold ground as she walked the streets away from the small club that she sang at. Her coat reached just below her knees leaving her calves and ankles free for the cool air to attack. She folded her arms over her chest and carried on with her march home. She loved singing at the bar but hated walking home once the doors were closed. It was close to 2AM and the dim streetlamps did little to light her way home. The cool air also left her feeling uneasy as goosebumps rose on her skin; she supposed that she may have read one too many horror books which caused her imagination to run a little wild.

A small chuckle behind her made her freeze in place. She felt the familiar sensation of two eyes burning into her and quickly turned around. There was nothing.

Noelle had felt someone staring at her all night and it had been close to the end of her gig when she had spotted a man sat at the back. His hair was combed impeccably and he wore an expensive looking suit. His dark eyes had gazed at her so intently that she had had to look away for a few moments before glancing back at him. His lips had curled into a smirk at that. He looked to be only a few years older than her although the way he held his posture straight made her think he could have been older.

Noelle’s green eyes glanced around a little more before she took a step back. A gasp left her painted red lips as her back touched something behind her and she heard the rustle of fabric. She felt the gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder and a mouth lowered itself to hover just above the shell of her ear.

“Good evening.” The man had a strong accent that told her he was of a higher class than she. Noelle carefully turned around and stepped out of reach as the same dark eyes from earlier looked back at her. His eyebrow arched at her effort to put distance between them and another teasing smirk graced his face.

“Y-you were at the club…”

“You have a lovely voice. I think I will hear it a lot more in the future. You shouldn’t be wasted in such a dive, Ellie.” The girl visibly flinched as the name that her parents used to call her rang throughout her mind. Why did he call her that? She hated being called that. “Noelle Cutler, correct?”

“How do you know that?” Her boss at the club only ever announced her as Miss Noelle. How could he possibly know her surname?

“Your brother told me.”

“You know Nick?” Perhaps they worked toget--- why was he moving closer to her? Noelle immediately stepped back again as he let out a mirthless laugh. His eyes turned cold and his smirk faded.

“You’re going to be fun.” One of his hands quickly covered her mouth and another wrapped around her throat. A muffled shout left her lips as he pushed her back into the alley that she had briskly moved past only minutes before. She could barely see his face as the glow of the streetlights disappeared. “Sssh... Why do they always scream? It never changes the outcome.”  He leant closer to her and she noticed that his eyes rolled backwards as though he was annoyed as she attempted to pull his hands from her. “This might hurt a pinch.”

Noelle couldn’t help but let out another muffled scream as his eyes shut and re-opened to show two pitch black holes. She pushed fruitlessly against his chest as two fangs extended from his mouth. The blonde had no hope as his hand pulled on her curls to move her head to the side and his fangs pierced her soft skin. She quickly felt her strength leaving her as he gulped down her blood; her fingers clenched onto the lapel of his coat in an attempt to stay standing. Animalistic growls left his throat as he felt her slowly slump against his chest; her small body was easily held in his arms as he pulled back with a crimson smile.

The slight girl dropped to the floor as the monster took out a silk cloth from his coat pocket and wiped the blood from his chin.

A man came from around the corner and threw the girl over his shoulder; the two villains shared a nod and left as quickly as they had appeared.

The only sign of what had just transpired was a crumpled black piece of fabric on the floor soaked in Noelle Cutler’s blood.

"Rachel!" Noelle scrambled to her feet and dived to the bedframe that her sister-in-law was strapped onto. The chain around her neck stopped her from getting any closer than being able to grasp onto Rachel's shoulder.

"Elle!" Rachel screamed in reply and struggled against her bindings. They didn't budge, of course. She awkwardly turned her neck to look upwards at the younger girl and a second scream left her lips as she saw the puncture wounds that leaked blood down Noelle's collarbone and onto the top of her dress. Her cream coat had been discarded so that the whole gruesome display could be seen properly. "W-what happened?!"

"They're monsters, Rach. Monsters like in the books I enjoy reading!" Noelle cried along with her close friend; her fingers trembled and stroked the top of Rachel’s head in an act of comfort.

"They did that to you?"

"HE did."

"Who is he?"

"The young looking one with dark hair that woke us up that night. I didn’t remember his face until now; he had been watching me at the club!"

"The men in the garage with Nick?" Rachel had been awfully confused when she had woken up to find her husband and a few strangers talking at such an early hour, usually it was Noelle that woke her after her songs were over for the night and she made her usual coffee before bed. She remembered the fellow that had greeted her and made excuses for their interruption… he had seemed so charming…

"Y-yes..." Noelle kept her hand touching Rachel's hair and gingerly lifted her right to touch her neck. Fresh blood coated her fingertips as the small holes carried on to drip with blood like a leaky tap.

"Are you alright?" Rachel asked as she noted that she had been unharmed and only tied down unlike her sister-in-law who had blood crusted on her neck and a chain that seemed fit for a dog shackling her to the wall.

"I-I'm just a little dizzy, but I don't think the wounds are deep enough to do anything more than make me a little woozy."

"What caused them?"

"His teeth. He had fucking fangs, Rach!" Noelle didn't bother to curb her language as panic raced through her body; how the hell were they going to get out of here? The chain was heavily bolted to the wall and was made out of strong metal. Rachel's bindings were a thick type of rope like something hikers would use so there was little chance of her wriggling out of them.

"L-like a vampire?" Rachel was used to Nick's younger sister letting her imagination run away with her after all of the countless horror novels that she read on a weekly basis, but considering the current situation, she would believe everything the girl said.

The twenty-one year old enjoyed spinning long tales that would entertain those that would listen, but tonight was certainly not a situation in which Noelle would lie. If there was nothing that Noelle cared about more, it was protecting what little family she had left. Her and Nick had been extremely close after their parents had died in the war, and Rachel had felt a little like an outsider when she had first been introduced to Noelle Cutler. However, after seeing the true love that both Nick and Rachel shared, it didn't take long for Elle to let Rach into her little bubble that she kept her brother in.

"I-I'm scared." Her childlike voice broke through Rachel's inner-thoughts and she glanced up to see the girl staring at the blood that stained her fingers. Rachel did what she could to give Noelle comfort and gently rested her chin upon the hand that gripped her shoulder.

"I know you are, but Nick wouldn't let anything bad happen to us." ...would he? Rachel hated to admit that her husband had been acting strange as of late. He would come home early in the morning and would stay out for most of the hours of the day. Now, considering Noelle worked late hours at the bar that she sang at, Elle didn't notice how often Nick would not come home until the sun began to rise and merely thought of him as being at work during the day. Of course, Rachel had been fine to allow her to think that considering how anxious Elle would get should she know that Nick was not in fact working as often as she believed. However, a little alarm began to chime in the back of Rachel's mind as she wondered if he had gotten into trouble, perhaps through gambling and betting, and that the pair of them had been taken until Nick paid up. This thought process was shattered as the door opposite them swung open.

There he was. The great Lord Henry Yorke sauntered through the doorway with his two finest henchmen behind him.

Noelle unintentionally raised her shoulders as far the collar would allow in an attempt to try and hide her neck from his gaze. Her fingers left half-moon shapes in Rachel's shoulder, but with the fear that both ladies felt, neither could even begin to care. Rach couldn't help but sink further into the material behind her as Lord Harry's emotionless gaze swept over her form; his shark-like grin emerged as he could literally smell the fear of his prey.

"I'm sorry to have kept you ladies waiting. It is most unforgivable." He gave a mock bow before straightening his form. Despite Noelle wanting nothing more than to run back into the wall behind her, she stayed in her place next to her sister-in-law. Her body shook but she knew that she could not leave Rachel whilst she was in such a vulnerable position.

"W-what do you want? Where is Nick?" Rachel stuttered.

"Nick is busy. However, he will be here soon enough." Harry replied curtly as he turned his attention on to the small figure that was kneeling next to the bed. The blood had stopped dripping from her wound but the red stain that covered the majority of her right shoulder and the top of her green dress made him inhale deeply. Oh, she had tasted so sweet. Usually he would have killed her within minutes, but he decided that it was about time he had a new toy. Little Ellie just happened to be that new toy. Perhaps it would also keep Cutler in check as well.

"G-get away from her..." Rachel whimpered as she noted how Noelle sobbed a little when the man knelt down next to her. Harry gently placed a few ringlets over her shoulder and his gaze burned into the right side of her face.

"Hello again, Noelle." She did not reply. "It is rude to ignore someone when they are talking to you." This time she couldn't help herself and quickly dived back against the wall when his hand came to touch her cheek. Lord Harry rose from the floor and smirked before motioning with his hand at the two men that were with him. Noelle had no choice other than stay where she was as Harry turned his back to her to watch the show. Rachel's scream echoed through the room as one of the men held her head back against the bedframe. The other man raised his hand and wrapped his fingers around Rachel's throat.

"No!" Noelle attempted to push against Harry's back to get to her sister-in-law, but was halted as he turned back around and pressed her back into the hard wall.

"Now, Ellie... that isn't how we play, is it? You need to behave." Harry took great joy in pinning her back to his front and keeping a cold grip on her chin so that she had no choice other than to watch as Rachel's throat was ripped out. The blood sprayed everywhere, a small spatter further decorated the front of Noelle's dress, and she clenched her eyes shut as the men began to thread a tube into Rachel's throat. A few last gargles echoed around the room before the woman's twitching body stilled; the only sounds were Noelle's panicked breaths and the steady drip of Rachel's blood feeding into a glass jug that was used for wine storing. With a small nod Harry gave the men the freedom to leave and loosened his grip on Noelle’s chin. He kept an arm around her waist and mockingly tsked whilst wiping away the tears that flowed down her cheeks. “Ellie, stop with your crying.” When she couldn’t do as he said and was merely able to gulp for air and choke on her own sobs Hal pulled her head up to look at him with a strong tug of her hair. “You will do as I say or I shall make you lick up the blood that has spilt onto the floor.”

“N-no…” Noelle knew that he meant every word and so forced herself to take deep breaths until she could look at him without breaking down into uncontrollable cries. Her body shook against his as he carefully wiped away the fresh lot of tears. If she hadn’t known any better, then she would have mistaken him for a human at that very moment. It seemed like a crack in his mask had appeared, but as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. His emotionless eyes seemed to look straight into her soul and she tried her very best not to shy away from his challenge.

“Good girl, Ellie.” He patted her head like an owner would do to a dog when it had been good.

“D-don’t call me that.” She couldn’t help but choke out. She could stand being called Elle, but Ellie made her sound like a little girl in a frilly dress with pigtails. She hated that.

“Oh, but I like the name Ellie. It’s cute.” Harry knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted that fire to burn deeply within because once it rose high enough, he would have the pleasure of putting out all over again.

“Lord Harry?” A voice called from the other side of the door. “He’s here.”

“Nick?” Noelle breathed as Harry gave her a knowing smile.

“Be right there.”  He let her drop to the floor in a heap and stared down at her pointedly. “Don’t do anything stupid. I like my toys to be in one piece.” Harry turned and flicked the light switch as he left the room swiftly. Noelle kept her gaze on her feet in an effort to not look at her sister-in-law. The copper tang hit the back of her throat as the mask of Harry’s aftershave faded away with him. Her ears seemed to zone in on the sound of the blood that steadily filled the jug no matter how hard Noelle tried to think of a song to hum. A deep exhale left her lips before she looked up to see the murder scene.

“Dear God…” She whimpered and raised a hand to her mouth to stifle any further noises from escaping. Poor Rachel; it was a horrid thing to look at. That ugly tube that disappeared into her throat ensured that every little drop of blood was drained from her body. What would they do with her? She didn’t deserve to be just left in a ditch to rot. Noelle’s eyes flickered over to the doorway as she heard footsteps coming closer. “Nick?” Her voice was hoarse from all of the crying and it hurt to swallow. Oh, how she wished that she could call out to her brother and warn him not to enter… but she supposed that those disgusting brutes would just carry him in here anyway.

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And the moon gives me Permission and I enter Through her eyes She's losing her virginity And all her will to compromise I didn't want to hurt you baby I didn't want to hurt you I didn't want to hurt you But you're pretty when you cry

---Pretty When You Cry by VAST---

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I don't know if you did this already (I'm sorry if you did) or somebody asked but could you do one where they supportive teammates reacts to homophobic teammates

Hello anon! This is a super interesting idea and I’ve been thinking about it for a couple days so I could get the vibe right--none of our boys would be homophobic, but new rookies on the other hand...

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove, but this features a character who does not appear in SW (I’m not claiming him as an OC because he’s a dick)

TW for homophobic statements, no slurs

I

James caught sight of the new guy just as he was leaving the locker room, towel draped over his neck. “Rookie! Wait up, man!”

The other man paused, looking rather surprised as he jogged over. “Hey, you’re James, right?”

“Call me Pots.” He held his hand out and they shook. “Didn’t catch your name earlier, sorry.”

“Tanner Chase, nice to meet you.”

“Welcome to the team, Tanner.” James grinned. “You’re on my line, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m a winger,” Tanner said with a good bit of pride. Oh, to be twenty again, James thought. “Giving you a run for your money.”

“Sure, kid,” James laughed. “You do that. You’d have better luck with me than Loops, though.”

Tanner’s smile turned a little sharp. “Nah, he’d be too easy, am I right?”

James paused. “What?”

“Y’know, since he’s…” Talker gave him a significant look and a stone sank in James’ gut.

“I think you lost me.” I hope this isn’t what I think it is. “Because he’s a rookie? ‘cause I hate to break it to you, but—”

“No, dude, because he’s a fairy,” he snorted, as if they were still joking around.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Tanner blinked and reeled back. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t get to talk about my friends like that. Don’t talk about anyone like that. It’s not tolerated on this team and I won’t hesitate to kick your ass if I hear it again.” James made sure his voice was as even as possible, but he could tell it shook at the edges. “You just used up your one free pass, Chase.”

 II

“Drive safe, Loops!” Talker called as Remus headed for the hall with his bag under his arm.

Sirius opened the door just as he reached it and his face broke into a smile. “Bonjour, mon amour, I was just looking for you. Ready to go?”

“Hiya, handsome.” He leaned up to peck him on the lips. “Yeah, I think I left my phone on the bench, though.”

Their conversation faded out as they wandered off together and Talker returned to his stretch, closing his eyes at the familiar burn in his hamstring. “Yikes,” the new rookie muttered under his breath. Tanner…something, Talker remembered.

“What’s up? You okay?”

Tanner glanced over at him. “Doesn’t it bother you?”

“Stretching? Not really, no. That’s why I do it.”

“No, not stretching. That.” He waved a hand at the slightly-open door.

“I can close it if you—”

“Dude.” Talker crossed his legs and faced him fully. “I mean Black and Lupin.”

Talker narrowed his eyes. “No. Does it bother you?”

“I mean, yeah, how am I supposed to respect a guy like that?” he scoffed.

Talker made direct eye contact with him; he wanted zero miscommunication about this. “You respect him because he’s your captain, which is a title he earned that has nothing to do with who he loves. And you respect Loops, too, or we’re going to have an issue. I don’t know what the fuck you’re thinking bringing that attitude to this team, but you better drop it right now.”

Tanner turned back to his stretch. With a shake of his head, Talker collected his stuff and left him alone on the mats.

III

“Hey, Harzy.” Tanner sat down next to Finn on the bench and passed him a waterbottle. There was a shout from the ice as Remus stole the puck from Sirius’ stick and raced toward the goal, laughing loudly.

“Tan-man, what’s up?”

“What’s the deal with them?” he asked, lowering his voice.

“Cap and Loops? They’re engaged, didn’t you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” There was a slight tone shift that made Finn’s skin crawl. “But what do you think about it? Isn’t it, like, a little weird being on the same team as them?”

“Uh, no.”

Tanner’s eyebrows rose. “You aren’t afraid they’re looking at you or something?”

“What part of ‘engaged’ don’t you understand?” Finn’s jaw tightened. What a little shit. “If this is some homophobic fuckery, I’d like to take this time to remind you I have two boyfriends before you say something that gets you punched.”

Tanner’s eyes went wide and he scooted away without a word.

IV

“Alright, everyone, Sid’s tonight?” Kasey shouted over the noise. The whole locker room cheered in agreement and he smiled as the buzz of victory filled his chest. “Knutty, since my team kicked your ass, I believe you owe me a pizza!”

“I still say Cap is a cheater!” Leo called back; within a few seconds, Sirius had him in a loose headlock as he ruffled his hair. “Alright, alright, I give!”

The volume level did not die down as they all flooded into the hallway—Kasey spotted a flash of mousy brown hair out of the corner or his eye and frustration lodged in his throat. In a smooth movement, he reached out and blocked Tanner from following the rest of the group out. “Not you.”

“But it’s a team dinner—”

“And you’re not part of the team until you get your head out of your ass,” he said coolly. The jumble of voices echoed around the corner. That was his team. “Don’t think I missed those looks you were shooting Cap and Loops. You’re not invited. Go home and think about what actually matters.”

V

They won the next game by a landslide. Arthur Weasley was furious. Every time an opponent came to check Tanner Chase, not a single Lion moved to help him. At one point, Pots had taken the puck right off his stick and skated down the ice for a goal, leaving him in the dust. Whenever Chase was on the bench, he was pointedly ignored by the rest and left to sit alone; Logan literally sat on Talker’s lap to avoid being within five feet of the rookie.

“Team meeting, everyone sit your asses down!” he barked as he entered the locker room. Immediately, the celebratory whoops quieted. “Anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?”

Sirius looked up at him in confusion. “I thought we played pretty well, Coach.”

“You played fine, but Chase over here got the cold shoulder like I’ve never seen before. Even the fucking commentators noticed!”

“Good,” Finn muttered under his breath.

“Shut it, O’Hara, this is not good.” He took a deep breath to try and calm himself. “Once again, does anyone want to enlighten me on this sudden attitude toward rookies? Since when are we like this?”

“It’s not toward rookies, it’s toward him,” Kasey said, glaring at Tanner from his stall. “He’s a homophobic douchebag. You want to tell Coach what you said?”

Tanner stared at the floor.

Arthur’s fury vanished. “What? Chase, is that true?” The rookie stayed silent. “Hey, kid, I’m talking to you.”

“Yes, Coach.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Remus’ jaw tick and Sirius’ face grow stormy.

“How long has this been going on?”

“It started the first day of practice,” Pots said, crossing his arms. “Our first conversation, in fact.”

“Eyes on me, rookie.” Tanner winced as he looked up. “I know the organization has told you in the past that this kind of behavior is okay, but right here and right now, I’m telling you it’s not. If you’re going to continue with that, you can leave.”

“I just get uncomfortable when—”

“When what?” Remus asked, standing up and leaning on his stall. He looked overall unthreatening, but there was a stony look in his eyes. “Tanner, what did Sirius and I do to make you uncomfortable?”

Tanner floundered for a moment. “It’s just—the kissing, the cuddling, the nicknames, all that.”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem when Lily came to visit,” Remus continued. “Or Natalie, or Noelle, or Celeste. Is that correct?”

“Yeah.”

“But it bothers you when I call my fiancé ‘baby’, or he calls me ‘sweetheart’?”

“It does.”

“Tanner, I hope you know I’m not going to apologize,” he finally said. “If this had nothing to do with us being gay, we would tone down the PDA, but that’s clearly not the case.”

Sirius sighed. “None of us want to alienate you, but you’re making judgements before taking the time to know us. That’s a shitty thing to do.”

“You’ve never met an openly gay person before, have you?” Remus asked. Tanner shook his head. “Hi, I’m Remus Lupin. I play a wing position on the hockey team that you were just signed to and my favorite color is green. I have a dog named Hattie and I’m engaged to a man. Nice to meet you.”

Sirius walked across the room; Arthur tensed for a moment, but he stopped in front of Tanner and held his hand out. “Sirius Black, team captain. I play center and I hate pineapple pizza. Also, I’m gay. Congrats on being signed to the Lions.”

Tanner’s eyes flickered up, and after a moment’s hesitation, he shook Sirius’ hand. “Nice to meet you.” He swallowed thickly. “Cap.”

“Nice to meet you, too. Are we done with the bullshit?”

“It—it might take me a bit to get used to it.”

“Make it quick. We’ve got games to win and nobody here has time to hold your hand through it.” Sirius turned to look at everyone else, his Captain Face in full effect. “That goes for everyone, got it? No more cold shoulders, we talk this through like adults as soon as it happens.”

“You got it, Cap,” Pots said.

“Black, Lupin, can we talk?” Coach beckoned them toward the door; just before it closed, he saw Talker walk over to Tanner’s stall.

“That’s why you respect Cap and Loops,” Talker said quietly. “Not because of threats or some shit—because of that right there.”

[wonder-womans-ex]

See It In Your Eyes

The sequel to ‘Cause Boy I was Made for You 

When Finn O'Hara was eleven years old, he got two things for Christmas: an Iron Man action figure and a telling off. There were probably other things, too, but in ten years (or eleven, or twelve, or even thirty for that matter) he wouldn't be able to remember them. 

But the action figure had been the one he'd eyed in the toy store window for the past seven months, and the telling off had been from his Aunt Isla. 

"There are two things you must never ask a lady," she had scolded. "Her age, and to see the mark on her wrist. Remember that, Finnegan." 

(For the record, he hadn't asked to see her wrist. He had asked her to pass him the stuffing, and he'd said "What's that?" when her sleeve got bunched up around her elbow.) (Not like she cared.)  

***

When Logan Tremblay was eleven years old, he nearly broke his jaw. One of the boys on his team tied his shoelaces together after practice and he fell and smashed his face on the locker room bench. 

After three and a half hours in the ER, he met his own eyes in the bathroom mirror, cheek swollen comically huge, and thought, don’t let it get to you, even though it already had. 

***

When Leo Knut was eleven years old, he got his first job. Sure, it was only a paper route, but to Leo, it was everything. Not only was he making money (real, actual money; his dad couldn’t tell him his Monopoly skills were just pure luck anymore) but he was the first in his family to learn anything interesting. One morning, halfway through his rounds, he flipped to the sports page. The words Local Team Manager Loses Job over Sexuality glared up at him. 

At lunchtime, when his parents asked about the news lately, he merely shrugged and took another bite of his taco. 

*** 

When Finn O’Hara was fifteen years old, he fell in love for the first time. Not with a person, no, but no one could deny that he was in love—by the fourth rewatch of Mamma Mia, his mother was resigned to promising him extra dessert if he would please, for the love of God, just sing anything else.

***

When Logan Tremblay was fifteen years old, he and his sister Noelle woke up at five in the morning on April Fool’s to rig their house. Noelle, admittedly, was behind most of it, but Logan came up with five spectacular (if he did say so himself) pranks: baking soda in the cereal and vinegar in the milk, which caused his father’s breakfast to fizz and explode the moment he poured it out; semi-permanent hair dye in his mother’s shampoo (her hair kept the blue tint for almost a month); all the hard-boiled eggs in the fridge swapped out for raw ones and vice versa; glue in his father’s shaving cream; and, just because he felt like it, all the toilet paper in the house hidden in the downstairs freezer. The day was a bright spot in a patch of darkness—it had been only a week before that he had found the tumblr post about anxiety symptoms and thought, maybe…

***

When Leo Knut was fifteen years old, he quit baseball—for good this time. His coach was confused as to why anyone would give up an 84 mph fastball and a glove that could catch any pop fly in favour of the ice, but Leo was sure. Hockey was his destiny. The pitcher’s mound had nothing to offer him, not anymore. 

***

When Finn O’Hara was eighteen years old, he met Logan Tremblay. His first thought—though he would not accept it until years later—was, He has very nice lips. I would like to kiss them. His second, mere moments later, was, Wait shit no fuck no dammit shit fuck.

***

When Logan Tremblay was eighteen years old, he began to wonder who his soulmate was. Maybe she would have coffee-brown eyes and a gap between her front teeth, the perfect height for him to rest his chin on top of her head. Maybe she would be taller, with wide hips and sharp elbows and long eyelashes. 

He tried to shake his fantasies of fiery red hair and gorgeous grins, because Logan was a hockey player and hockey players weren’t queer. 

*** 

Leo Knut is eighteen years old, and he is being pulled down a dimly lit hallway by Finn O’Hara. His wrist is warm beneath Finn’s grasp, his heart beating a little too fast for his liking. 

“Where are we going?” Logan asks from his place at the end of Finn’s other arm, but he gets no answer. 

Finally, they reach what Leo assumes is their destination: the…. Well, Leo isn’t sure where they are, actually. Some sort of storage room, he guesses, judging by the net in the corner. 

He still has no idea why they’re there. 

Logan is looking at Finn expectantly, a curious expression on his face. He looks like he knows what’s happening, and the thought bites at Leo’s heart. Great—he’s the only clueless one here. 

Finn takes a deep breath, and then another. “Hi,” he begins, and then stops. 

Not sure which of them he should look at, Leo focuses on a spot on the wall between Logan’s and Finn’s heads. He senses one of them watching him. He doesn’t check which it is. 

“So,” Finn tries again. “Ugh. I’m bad at this.”

“What exactly is ‘this’?” Logan’s brow, when Leo sneaks a glance at him, is furrowed, only a sliver of green eyes visible beneath his squint. 

There’s a thunk as Finn lets his head fall back against the wall. “This is me finally deciding to man up and tell you I’m in love with you.” 

Leo’s head turns to look at Logan so fast his neck hurts. He sees Logan blink once, and then twice. 

***

Finn meets Logan’s eyes. He can practically feel the electricity crackling between them. 

Because Logan knows.

He has to. 

He has to know that Finn’s heart nearly beats out of his chest every time Logan smiles. He has to know that sometimes he’ll be talking to someone, anyone—Cap, or Coach Weasley, or the press—and he’ll think about Harvard and he’ll forget how to breathe. Logan is half of Finn’s heart. 

But whether or not Logan knows it, the look on his face says he feels the same. Finn feels his lips start to curve into a smile. 

And then Leo says, “Why am I here, then?”

There are a hundred ways Finn could answer that question. One of them is ‘Why wouldn’t you be?’ and another is ‘I don’t know.’ He could be passionate. He could be tactful. He could be poetic or blunt or gentle or any of those things. 

What he goes with, in the end, is philosophical. 

“Who decides it’s wrong?” Finn says to the floor. “Any of it. The feeling. The wanting. The having, even. If it’s real, then how can it be wrong?”

He can’t see Logan’s face, nor Leo’s, but he imagines they must be confused. He goes on, not entirely sure he knows what he’s saying and not entirely sure he cares. “And maybe it’s destiny. And maybe it isn’t. Why does it matter? If it’s real and painful and there for the taking, why bother about whether it’s supposed to be?” 

Finally, he looks up. He senses that one of them is going to say something, and whichever it is, he cuts them off. 

“Maybe it’s not you. Fuck, maybe it isn’t either of you, and maybe I’m the only one who thinks it should be. But it has to mean something, doesn’t it? Because if it doesn’t… why bother at all?” 

And maybe, Finn thinks, I’m going to start crying.

***

Logan, mind still wheeling, is the only one who gets an inkling of what Leo is going to do before he does it. Finn certainly doesn’t, and he’s not quite sure Leo does either. 

He grabs Finn by the collar and pulls him up, their faces smashing together, red and gold curls tangling between their foreheads. Logan watches them slowly break apart, far enough away to lock eyes, yet still so close they’re breathing into each other’s mouths. His heart surges—with jealousy, yes, but also with something fiery and sweet. Something akin to excitement, or—dare he say—love. 

“Whoa,” he says out loud, not realizing it until Leo and Finn both glance over at him. His cheeks start to colour.

Then Leo places a hand on his shoulder and leans down to kiss him, too. This one is more gentle by far that the previous; a dance rather than a battle. It makes sense—Finn’s always been the brash one, the impulsive one, while Logan is tentative, sturdy—and it seems fitting that Leo is the one to remind them of that. 

Logan still doesn’t know what they’re doing there. 

Well, he knows what they’re doing, of course. They’re kissing. But he doesn’t know why Finn picked now to haul them halfway across Hogwarts arena and make it happen. Maybe if he really thought about it, something would come to him. 

But of course he’s not going to think about it, because Leo is still kissing him. 

When one of them finally pulls away—Logan isn’t sure who—Leo reaches one hand up and touches Logan’s lip. They stay there for a long moment, neither of them moving, before calloused fingers carefully skate across his waist. He turns towards Finn. 

They surge forward together, meeting in the middle. One of Finn’s hands fists in Logan’s hair, the other slipping under his shirt, as they kiss for the first time in nearly four years. 

He can taste salt. One of them is crying; it’s probably him.

When Logan starts to break away, desperate for air, Finn chases his mouth. Within a few seconds, though, he’s pulled back, too. It’s almost simultaneously that they remember there’s another person in the room. 

Leo’s lip is between his teeth as he worries at it. He doesn’t speak for a long moment; the silence, before it shatters, if practically tangible. “You two have history,” he says, like it’s a question he already knows the answer to. 

“We do,” Finn answers easily. There’s something fierce in his eyes. “But it’s the future that matters.”

Logan wishes Finn would stop sounding like Plato. Or Socrates. Or Aristotle. One of them, anyway. Finn is an American in his 20’s, not a 2000-something-year-old Greek. In any case, mystery is decidedly not Finn’s colour. 

Leo shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What do you mean, then?” 

“I mean you guys are—you’re practically—” he breaks off. One of his hands moves towards Logan, only stopping when it hovers mere centimetres from his wrist. “May I?” 

“I—sure.” Logan’s heart skips a beat when their fingers brush. Leo gently turns his hand so Logan’s palm is up, and it’s not until Leo starts to push his sleeve away that Logan realizes what he’s doing. 

But by then it’s too late—those three paw prints he spends so much time agonizing over are on display, no longer private, no longer just for him. For a split second, he considers covering his wrist again and leaving. But he does no such thing. 

Because if he can’t trust Finn and Leo, he can’t trust anyone. 

Finn’s mouth opens slightly in surprise. “It’s—” he says, and there’s barely any hesitation before he’s pulled his sleeve up, too. 

It takes a moment before Finn’s soulmark registers in Logan’s mind. When he does, he starts to smile. 

They’re soulmates. 

***

Leo feels his jaw clench. He knows he should be happy for them—and he is, really. They’ll smile at each other, and they’ll kiss again, and they’ll go on with their lives as that one couple who are so in love it hurts to look at them. 

He turns away when tears start to pool in his eyes. He’ll go back to the locker room; they obviously want to be alone right now. “I’ll just… yeah.”

Just as soon as he takes his first step towards the door, Finn grabs his arm. “Wait,” he says, and Leo stops. 

“Logan and I are soulmates,” says Finn, all in one breath, “But there are three prints. Not two. And I know that it’s rare, but Re—but I’ve been told it’s possible. That it’s happened before.”

Leo thinks he knows, but he has to make sure. “Do you mean—do you think we’re—”

“I know you’re only eighteen,”  Finn continues. “And I know there’s no way of knowing for a while. But does it matter? Even… even if I’m wrong? I love you—I love both of you—soulmates or not.” 

Leo waits for one of the others to say something more. When neither does, he wonders why, and quickly comes to the conclusion that it’s because they’re waiting for him to say something. 

“Who told you?” he asks the moment it pops into his head. It’s not the best thing he could say, but it’s not the worst, either. 

“Told me what?” 

“You said someone told you it was possible to have two soulmates. Who was it?”

There’s a pause as Finn cracks one of his knuckles, deep in thought. “Loops,” he whispers, but not until Leo has decided he’s not going to say anything at all. “I was talking to Loops yesterday, and I told him I thought… anyway, he said I should tell you.”

“You told him we’re soulmates?” Logan’s eyes are wide and fearful. “He knows we’re…?”

“Not you guys, no. Well, Leo, maybe. I just said you were both on the team, that’s all.”

“But you would have had to say something about my age,” Leo concludes, the dots starting to connect in his head. “And I’m the only one who’s not nineteen yet.”

“Yeah.” 

Logan swallows, the almost comical gulp audible in the quiet room, and he crosses his arms over his chest. There’s something about the gesture, however, that tells Leo it’s an act of protection, not defiance. “He’s not going to… tell anyone, is he?”

“No. And if he doesn’t, I won’t.” 

“What?” Leo thinks he might be missing something. 

“He won’t tell anyone we’re… gay.” It’s the first time any of them have said it—that three-letter word that, in their profession, could ruin everything. “Because he has his own secrets. There’s a difference between being ashamed of something and wanting to keep it private.” 

Logan’s eyes widen slightly. “You mean… we’re not the only ones?” His voice is incredulous, choked with emotion, and Leo reaches out a hand to him. 

“I don’t think we ever were.” 

***

Finn feels as though he’s floating. No—this is better than floating. This is dreaming. At any moment, he’s going to wake up staring at the ceiling of his bedroom with Leo asleep just a wall away. A mile away. 

It’s like he’s watching, not experiencing, the way Logan’s fingers twine with Leo’s, love overflowing from the gaze they share. He’s imagining the kiss Logan leans forward to plant on his cheek. Leo’s arm wrapping itself around his shoulders is all in his head. 

But it isn’t. Without having to speak, the three of them make their way out of the storage room and back into the hall—blond and brunet hand in hand, blond holding redhead so close it seems he’ll never let go. Finn leans into the warm body to his side, and he feels Leo stagger slightly as Logan does, too. They seem as though they would be perfect on the cover of a book, or a movie poster—Three’s Company, his mind provides, and he files it away just in case he ever decides he wants to sell the rights to his life story. 

He’s a long way from that, though. After all, it’s been barely half an hour since they started to unravel this knot they’ve spent so long tangling themselves into, and right now all Finn needs to do is try his best to make sure they don’t get tied up again. 

The locker room is almost abandoned. Pascal’s packing up the last of his stuff, and he smiles when they enter. Logan, for one, stiffens slightly in fear, but it doesn’t seem like there’s any need to. Indeed, the only thing Pascal says as he does up the zipper of his bag is, “Be good to him,” and none of them knows who he’s talking to, so they all nod. 

Finn waits until they have the room to themselves to pull Logan close to him. “It’ll be okay,” he says. “I promise.”

“But if people find out—”

“Then we’ll have to deal with that—all of us will. But you don’t have to be afraid. The team’s family. And family means no one gets lost behind or forgotten.” 

Logan nods, chewing his lower lip. It’s obvious when the gravity of Finn’s words clicks in his head—the expression on his face twists into one of confusion. “Wait a second—why does that sound familiar?”

“Because it’s from Lilo and Stitch.” 

Swiveling his head towards Leo, Finn stage whispers, “Shhhhh!” This gets a smile out of Logan. 

“I knew I’d heard it before somewhere. Shame on you, Finn—plagiarizing the words of an innocent blue alien!” He stops, blinking. “There’s something I never thought I’d say.” 

Finn smiles. This is his life now. He thinks he’ll have a lot of fun getting used to it.

***

Skates swishing over the ice, Logan lets the world fall away. He stops thinking about everything—even Finn’s contagious laughter and Leo’s broad grin fade from his mind as he gets closer and closer to the goal. 

Almost there, almost there—

He shoots. The puck whizzes past Kasey’s elbow, only barely missing him. 

“Nice one, Tremblay!”

Moody is nodding in approval. Logan feels a rush of pride—it’s an easy, everyday drill, something he’s been able to do in his sleep since he was a kid, but praise is always a good thing. When he can’t have a cheering crowd, he might as well have a coach who admires his talents. 

“Merci!” he says, beaming, and then, on second thought, adds, “I’d be surprised if it wasn’t!” 

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Finn and Leo bump shoulders. His heart swells—they love each other, and he loves that they love each other. Somehow, he finds it hard to believe it’s only been a day since the storage room and the kissing and—

“Tremblay!” Logan is shocked back out of his thoughts by Coach Weasley’s (albeit slightly amused) shout. “Stop daydreaming and take another shot!”

“Yes, Coach.” 

He’s sweating by the time he’s finally allowed to sit down again. He takes a swig of Gatorade, watching Finn try and sneak up behind him. 

“Boo!”

“Hi, Fish.”

“Dammit.” Two red eyebrows lift and fall again. “How’d you know I was here?”

“I saw you. You’re not inconspicuous.”

“You don’t just love me so much you could sense me from halfway across the world?”

Logan can’t help it—he glances around furtively, heart pounding, hoping desperately that no one heard Finn’s comment. “Well, that, too,” he adds, once he’s sure everyone else is sufficiently distracted. “But mostly that ginger head of yours just sticks out like a sore thumb. I call you mon rouge for a reason, you know.”

“Fuck you.”

"Peut-être plus tard.”

“In English, please?”

“...Maybe later.”

“But I want to know now.”

(If only he knew.)

Logan feels giddy as he realizes they really do have time for ‘maybe later.’ They have time, and they’ve earned it. After all, it’s been a day. It’s been eight years. 

It’s been forever. 

***

It’s almost a year later that Leo wakes up in an empty bed. He yawns, stretches, arches his back and hears his joints pop. For a moment, he wonders where his boys—even now, the thought that they really are his boys makes him unbelievably happy—are. 

Then he hears the voices from the kitchen. A smile spreads across his face at the exclamation of “Oh, shit!” and he swings his legs over the side of the bed, placing his feet on the floor and preparing for whatever disaster may greet him. 

(Honestly, who thought letting Finn and Logan cook was a good idea?)

And true enough, the moment walks into the kitchen he’s greeted by two things: the grinning faces of his boyfriends, and the smell of smoke. 

“What’s burning?”

“The bacon.” 

“Of course it is.” He reaches over, taking the pan from Finn, and scrutinizes it. “Salvageable,” he declares, “But please never try to make anything other than instant ramen again.”

Logan nods sheepishly. “Sorry,” he says. “We just wanted to make you something special. Y’know, for your birthday.” 

Right. 

His birthday. 

He’d actually forgotten about that. 

He’s not sure how—it’s all he’s been able to think about for almost a month now it’s here and he knows all three of them have the same thing on their minds. Sure, he’s excited, but right now, he’s leaning a little more towards terrified. Today’s the day. 

But he knows, when he lets a very real grin spread across his face, that they won’t pressure him. They know it’s his choice, and they’ll respect that. He has nothing to worry about except for the fact that the smoke detector is around six seconds away from going off. 

“Here,” he instructs Logan, putting the frying pan down on the stove. “Grab the fan from the bathroom—the little portable one—and bring it in here if you don’t want the fire department racing lights-and-fucking-sirens down our street.”

“Oui.” 

“Finn… just try not to set anything else on fire.” 

The hustle and (incredibly mild, all considering) panic only lasts for a few minutes. Finally, Leo presses a kiss to the top of Logan’s head, ruffling Finn’s hair, and opens the fridge. “Thanks for the breakfast, by the way.”

“Anytime.”

“...Or not.”

They all laugh at this, and when Leo grabs the milk and pours out three glasses, he watches them. He sees Finn pull out Logan’s chair with an exaggerated bow, glancing over and smiling when he and Leo lock eyes. 

It’s the classic movie dilemma. Will he, won’t he. Won’t he, will he. 

He waits until they’re all seated to bring it up. In the meantime, he rubs his wrist through the long-sleeved shirt he wore to bed yesterday for this very reason. It meant he was warm last night, but at least he gets a choice this morning. 

“So.”

Finn and Logan both look up. “Yeah, Peanut?” one of them asks—probably Finn, but Leo’s mind is too far away to give it much thought. 

“Are we going to talk about it?”

This time, it’s definitely Logan who responds, shrugging and poking at his bacon before saying, “Do you want to?”

“I think so.”

Here Finn cuts in. “I only have one thing to say, and that’s that whatever’s on your wrist? It doesn’t change anything. You’re mine—you’re ours—no matter what. We don’t have to be soulmates to be in love.” 

“I know that. I just… I used to feel like I was missing something, you know? It’s been ages since I did, but at the beginning I felt like this was your relationship, and I was just an extra part of it.” 

“I… I didn’t know you felt that way.” Logan’s eyes are earnest, emotional. Leo thinks he might see tears there. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. No, really—I felt that way, sure, but I don’t anymore. I know you guys love me. That’s what matters. I’m just tired of having the ability to tell myself I don’t belong, and this… this is what confirms it either way. 

“I want to know. I really do. But I can’t help being afraid of the answer.” 

Finn opens his mouth to speak, but Logan beats him to it. “It’s your choice. Whatever you decide to do, we’re here for you. You can do it today, you can do it tomorrow, you can do it in a year, you can do it never. Je t’aime, mon amour. Toujours.”

Time seems to slow down in the instant it takes Leo to reach into the deepest recesses of himself to gather all the courage he can find, take a deep breath, and pull up his left sleeve. His hands are hidden under the table, so neither Logan nor Finn knows what’s happened until Leo’s face spreads into the widest smile he’s ever worn and a choked, happy sob escapes his lips. 

He can see in both their eyes the instant they realize—Finn first, Logan following mere instants later—and he rubs a thumb over the golden print. Somehow, he knows that one’s his. 

He’s already seen this mark a hundred thousand times, but it feels so much more real there on his skin, blue and golden and green and—

“Yeah.” They know what he means. He wants to shout it out loud, sing it boldly as he walks down the street, because they’re his soulmates, and the only thing that matters more than that is that they’re in love. 

thanks to @peggyrose19 for betaing and @lumosinlove for the incredible characters <3

[achliegh]

The Cult Of Dionysus

Masterlist

Chapter 7

Y'all remember that fic I wrote a while back named British V-Sign? Well I turned it into a shitty chapter fic. You’re welcome and I’m sorry

Character’s belong to: @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Swearing, Mentions of drugs, drug usage, Underage drinking, Smut, Therapy, Not Happy Ending.

Clay was sitting on a random couch in a random house in a random town. He was told this was a therapist place that his mom had set up but honestly it was feeling more like a hostage situation. There were no pictures and not very many decorations. A very handsome man did show him where the office was. He didn’t know who that guy was but Clay could look at him all day. He was very nice as well, didn’t treat Clay like he was some amazing person because he was famous or whatever. He joked around like they were friends and stayed in the room just to chat. Clay found out he was on the same team as Sergei, who he had become friendly with through Leo. If all hockey players were as good looking as the ones Leo had introduced him to, Sergei included, he wouldn’t mind going to a game. 

He hears a little knock on the door and is expecting that man to come back in but instead it was an absolutely beautiful woman. Her hair was up in a tight ponytail, she was tall and looked like she ran everyday, her eyes were a sharp green but friendly at the same time, she has one dimple on her right cheek that just makes her smiles even more sweet.She is smiling at him.

“Hi I’m Noelle Tremblay, I’ll be your therapist.” She shakes Clay’s hand while he is still a bit dazed from having an internal argument with himself. He pops back into the moment to shake her hand back.   Why does he feel this way, he's not supposed to crush on a therapist but… it doesn’t mean he can’t, he just can’t act on it. Right?

“I’m Clay.” 

“I know.” She smirks at him and he feels his face heat up, that look she gave him was not good. This was going to be a struggle.

Leo and Melony were invited to go out with Sergei’s team at a bar tonight. That means Logan and Finn will most likely be there. Leo was a bit jittery, Melony was as relaxed as ever. She was really good at blending in with large crowds and talking to people she doesn’t know while Clay and Leo, more so Leo stay away from those situations. 

“You’re going to be fine, your boyfriends will be there.” Leo became a part of their relationship about a month ago after they confessed they had feelings for him over the phone when he was in Italy. When Leo got back to the states he parted ways with Melony and Clay at the Newark airport to go home with his boys. It was a great night but sadly it was ruined by having a flare up and his lack of drugs making him rather cranky the next morning. He worries that Logan and Finn are going to get annoyed with him and leave him. He did agree to go to therapy that his mom set up for him but he didn’t tell them that because he doesn’t want them to know how bad he really is. 

“Yeah, but what if-”

“Nope, shut the fuck up. We are going and you’re going to have fun.” Melony’s hair was down which was a rarity, she was just in a band shirt and jeans with her ginormous black boots and she is still so friendly looking. He doesn’t get it. Leo is wearing basically the same thing yet people are scared to approach him, maybe it's because he is so tall. Melony and his dad both say it's because he rarely smiles in public places because he is so overwhelmed. 

“Okay, let's go.” A half hour in a van later they pull up outside the bar and get out, Hagrid is going with them just because it's his job as their bodyguard and because he enjoys a good night out. They walk in the bar that honestly looked closed and notice the only people in there are the team and a couple bartenders. “I’m going to go to the bathroom quick.” Leo squeezes Melony’s arm who looks back at him and nods. 

“I’ll cover for you, go.” She walks over to the group and greets everyone smiling brightly. “Hello! I’m Melony.” She shakes a bunch of peoples hands and laughs at them when they realize how strong her grip is because she does mostly drum for the band. “Leo is here too, just had to stop to take a piss he’ll be out in a minute.” She meets Logan’s eyes and then looks away. “This is Hagrid, he is our body guard so he had to come but he does quite enjoy a night out so don’t be thinking he will spoil the fun.” 

“Nice to meet you.” A man catches her hand and shakes it. He was rather pretty, had short curly hair with very bright blue eyes and tan skin, he was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans along with the same boots as Melony, she also notices an Ace pin on his boot and smiles. Someone like her. “I’m Regulus, but you can call me Reg. It’s nice to have someone my own age here. Everyone else is pretty old and crepid.” An older man pats Reg’s back and laughs, he looks like Reg with similar features but with longer hair and a slightly crooked nose. 

“You act the oldest out of all of us Reg. I’m Sirius, his older brother.” She shakes his hand as well and they chat until he is called off to go take some shots. 

“He seems like fun.” 

“Depends on when you catch him, after a losing game? Not so much.” Reg takes a sip of his drinks and offers to buy her one, she just asks for a Shirley temple and he gets it for her without asking. “So, you play in a band I hear. Sirius went to one of your shows, which I was surprised because he doesn’t like concerts, he loved it. Hasn’t stopped listening to your music. Your songs in particular.” 

“How flattering your brother has a crush on me.” Reg snorts before he takes another sip, she follows his lead and takes a sip of her own. “I noticed your pin.” She pokes his boot with her own and smiles. “Me too.” Reg lights up completely, his smile was very bright letting the corners of his eyes crinkle. 

“I’ve never met anyone else like me, I’m around horny hockey players all the time. It’s nice to finally meet someone who understands.” Melony nods. 

“My bandmates are also very horny but it seems like two people on your team have caught one of their attention.” She nods towards Leo and his boys who are already hanging off each other. Logan looks a bit tense but Finn is looking very sappy while Leo talks to them while sloshing his drink around, looking more relaxed than before the bathroom. He probably took a line in there before he came out. 

“Eh, it's not my team, just my brothers. I live with him. Mom thought she was sending a spy down to keep him in line but really I just lie to her to say he isn’t doing anything the family wouldn’t agree with. Where is the other bandmate?”

“He’s off doing his own thing.” She doesn’t want to out Clay for therapy because she knows the stigma around it. She wants him to be safe. 

“Do you want to go share a cigarette?” Reg stands up and pulls a pack out of his sweatshirt pocket and a lighter from his jean pocket. She gets up as well and follows him out to the smoking area where a couple other people are. 

“Leo, are you okay?” Logan looks up at him and notices just how large his pupils are, it isn’t that dim here and he knows Leo doesn’t need glasses. 

“Yeah! I’m great! Especially seeing you again.” Leo leans down and kisses both of Logan’s cheeks making him smile a bit and turn red. “You’re really pretty. Where's Finn? Finn!- oh there you are! I was just telling Logan how pretty he is and wanted to make sure you didn’t feel left out. You're very pretty as well.” Finn laughs a bit and smiles at Leo, Logan notices it's the same smile he gives Logan and it makes his worries dissipate a bit. 

Logan is very straightedge, since his sister is a therapist for things like addiction he knows how bad it can get. He doesn’t smoke, doesn’t really drink much either. Finn doesn’t care for smoking but he does enjoy a good drink so they have never really ran into these problems before. It appears that Leo really likes to drink and if from what Noelle has told him, the way he acted when he was at their place was symptoms of someone who was missing their substances. 

This worried and annoyed Logan. 

[blingywitch]

Good Feelings - Chapter II

Hey! Here’s chapter two! This fic is going to go in a bit of a weird direction for a while I think— starting in the next couple chapters— but I promise it’ll all align eventually! (Even if it doesn’t seem that way) See, the problem is... I’m having a little trouble figuring out how things will work with it—plot wise—hence why this took some time to get out. It’s out now and that’s all that matters :) But just note that if the chapters are taking longer to get out than usual it’s probably because I’m stuck and can’t write anything but they will get out... eventually. I promise <3

Umm... all I have left to say is Logan Tremblay is a sucker for pretty eyes... as am I.

Full Masterlist & Good Feelings Masterlist

Characters belong to the lovely, @lumosinlove

CW: mentions of food and drink

The sun was barely out when Logan woke up that morning. He could already tell it was going to be a nice day though, there was no clouds in sight and the only reminiscence of the rain that had passed through Gryffindor earlier in the week was the damp grass and small puddles that were scattered around the pavement. 

Logan liked the rain, it reminded him of home; And yes, rain was still as common in Gryffindor than it was in Quebec but it just wasn’t the same. No matter where he was in the world nothing would be the same as his home. He missed it.

Logan and his three sisters had moved down to Gryffindor about a month ago. They wanted to expand their families business—Tremblay’s— that had been solely in Rimouski, Quebec until now; and Gryffindor seemed like the perfect place to start. So they packed their bags, said goodbye to their parents—who were staying in Rimouski to mange things there— and they were off.

It was hard at first; Being in such an unfamiliar place. Being without anything that was normal to them. But the Tremblay siblings had each other and that was familiar. They worked together, getting used to the new things and eventually it got to a point where Gryffindor was starting to feel like home to them— a second home.

Moving in together helped. Again, it was comforting to have someone around 24/7 that they knew in a city that was filled with strangers. Logan and Noelle had bought a small apartment together while Audrey and Sydney got places of their own on the other side of town. Being the youngest siblings Noelle and Logan didn’t think they were quite ready to be on their own anyways.

And that’s how Logan got here; closing the door to his Uber and telling the driver where to go. Off to his first official day working at Tremblay’s. Aka opening day.

When the car exited the parking lot Logan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He hauled it out to see who it was.

New message from: Noelle

Hey, are you almost here? Please tell me you’re almost here.

I just got into the Uber. What’s the rush?

Aubrey is flipping out; Running around the place and talking to herself. Saying something is going to go ‘terribly wrong’. She checked if the open sign was working 3 times already. Syd and I can’t handle this much longer. SOS.

Logan chuckled softly.

Tell Aubrey that it’s going to be fine and that nothing is going to go ‘terribly wrong’. I’ll be there soon.

And if you want me there so bad why didn’t you wake me up when you left this morning?!

I didn’t wake you up this morning because before you went to bed last night you were grumbling about not being awoken before 6 or you’ll be all moody.

I can’t deal with moody Logan in the morning. Especially not this one.

Ok that’s reasonable. See you soon!

Byee.

—

“Logan!” He heard his name being shouted at him by one of his sisters as he entered the coffee shop— Sydney, he realized it was when he looked up. “Vous êtes ici!” She exclaimed.

“Logan!?” He heard again, accompanied by a clash that sounded like a pan hitting the floor. The next moment Audrey appeared; looking slightly frantic.

“Oh thank gods.” Audrey breathed. “You’re here.”

“Finally.” Noelle said playfully; joining in from where she was straightening mugs on a shelf.

Her brother narrowed his eyes at her. Only for her to shoot Logan back a smile that said, you know you love me.

“D’accord d’accord,” Audrey interrupted her siblings moment. “Enough playing around. We have work to do.” She walked over to the back and grabbed a classic blue Tremblay’s apron off of the rack that was there. She tossed it at Logan, the fabric draping over his head, “Put this on. This place opens in twenty.”

Logan lifted the apron off his head, “Yes, captain. I’ll get right to work.”

Audrey ignored her brother’s attempt at trying to loosen the tense atmosphere that was looming over her and went back to what she was doing.

“Oh, and Audrey?!” Logan called after her.

Audrey turned around, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

“Everything is going to be fine. Nothing crazy or terribly bad is going to happen; I promise.” Logan had a serious look in his eyes.

Audrey smiled softly at him. Logan sure as hell didn’t know how to deal with his emotions but he always knew how to comfort others; especially his sisters.

Walking over to turn on the record player Logan quietly repeated his words to himself so no one would hear, “Everything is going to be fine. Nothing crazy or terribly bad is going to happen; I promise.”

If only Logan knew.

—

Noelle was cleaning off one of the front counters when she heard them walk in; laughing and joking with each other. Holding hands and going to sit down at a table in the corner. She watched as the taller one pulled out a chair for the other and then start a small conversation.

They hadn’t Looked her way, so she was able to sneak away to the back without them noticing while the pair got settled and decided what they wanted. Plus, Logan said he wanted to serve people today.

So she picked up her wash cloth and made her way back into the kitchen where her siblings were. She looked at her brother, “Logan, a couple of people just walked in. You got it?”

“Y-yeah.” Logan almost looked nervous at learning the information. “Ouais.”

Noelle nodded. “Okay. Just give them a couple more minutes to get settled.”

Logan knew he was nervous about today. Would he ever admit that to his sisters? Fuck no. But he never would have guessed that when the time came for the actual work to happen he would be this nervous.

Noelle said there were people here. What if those people hated it here? What if they didn’t like any of the food? Or what if he messed up and got an order wrong? What if he trips over his own feet walking over to them and embarrasses himself— knowing himself though, and how clumsy he could be that is something Logan would do.

“Logan?” Sydney’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts that were quickly getting the best of him. “You okay?” She asked “You look a little sick there.”

Trying to regain himself, Logan took a deep breath and sat up straighter. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Okay.” She sounded unsure with his response but didn’t push it anymore. “Noelle said they should be ready now.”

“Right....” Logan nodded, bringing his hand up to take off his hat before he realized what he was doing and quickly brought it back down.

So, clearing his throat and patting his apron pocket to make sure he had his pen and note pad he set off to take their order. Exiting the kitchen, turning the corner, looking around and—

The odds really weren’t in his favour today were they?

His first thought was, pretty. His second, get it together Tremblay. But that was easier said then done when the two boys that were sat at the table looked like they did. He was still a good ten feet away from them but from what he could see Logan didn’t think he’d ever seen two boys they were so— pretty, as he described them. It was the only clear word in his head right now so it would have to do.

It was then Logan realized he was just standing there, staring at these pretty boys— thank gods they hadn’t noticed him yet— and he had a job to do. So, for what felt like the hundred time that day he took a deep breath and composed himself and mustering up all the courage he had, walked over.

As he got closer he noticed that the boys looked to be in deep conversation, pointing at the menu and nodding along with whatever the other said and Logan almost felt bad for having to break it up. He didn’t want to break it up. He had only laid eyes on the two for a maximum of thirty seconds but he felt content to watch them talk to each other for hours. Something about the way they communicated drew him in, the way they weren’t using many words—from what Logan could hear anyways— but seemed to know exactly what the person across from them meant. It took two people knowing each other well to be able to do that. Logan wanted to know these people well.

He had reached their table. Here goes nothing. “Bonjour, welcome to Tremblay’s,” he greeted. “I’m Logan. What can I get for you two?”

The boys looked up at his voice and Logan felt like he got punched in the stomach. If he thought they were pretty before then this was godly.

Eyes he thought. A deep shade of brown that looked like pools of melted chocolate. In the early morning sunlight Logan could see that they had lighter spots making chocolate and honey swirl into each other in a perfect circle around his pupils. Logan could stare forever. His Auburn hair that appeared as fire itself looked incredibly soft, with the sides shaved and the waves on top flopping to one side. It took Logan everything he had in him to keep his jaw off the floor.

He looked away from the redhead and met the others eyes. Mon dieu was Logan a sucker for eyes. Orbs of cornflower blue stared into his green. They looked curious, observing, almost like they held an expression of their own, like they were doing the thinking instead of his brain. Though Logan couldn’t guess what the boy was thinking if he tried. His face was Guarded; Not in a way that said he didn’t want you to know what he was thinking but in a way that said you just needed to earn it. And Logan couldn’t comprehend why he so badly wanted to. His hair curled around his ears and came down slightly over his forehead where a tuft of white could be seen amongst blonde curls. He was gorgeous. And just before Logan snapped out of his trance he saw the boy’s eyes roam over him; he really had trouble keeping his face straight at that.

The blonde suddenly cleared his throat. “Oh, um... sorry. Finn?”

The other boy— Who Logan now knew as Finn— looked at his friend. Those beautiful eyes of his going wide for a second before looking down at the table. “Right, uhh, I’ll have....”

Logan nodded along with their orders. It was nothing complicated— thankfully. He didn’t think he could handle complicated right now. “Alright, sounds good. I’ll be back with that, you guys sit tight.” He smiled politely at them and started making his way back to the kitchen. Careful not to match his pace with his rapidly beating heart.

As soon as he was out of sight from the boys and back in the kitchen he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and just sat there for a moment; leaning against the wall and calming himself down. Why today? His first day. At least give him a couple days before the really hot guy—or in this case, guys— walked into the coffee shop.

“You okay?” Noelle noticed him first and he was asked that question for the millionth time that day.

Logan opened his eyes and looked at his sister. “You could have told me they were hot!” he whispered yelled.

Noelle just laughed loudly, accompanied by chuckles from his other sisters. They knew that Logan was bisexual; There was an incident when he was in high school where Logan was crushing so hard on a boy that he had to tell somebody and he chose his sisters. It had been a good choice; Unsurprisingly, they were greatly accepting. Sydney even telling him she wasn’t exactly straight herself either. And maybe things didn’t work out between Logan and the boy but he now had amazing sisters that loved him no matter who he loved and that made him more than happy.

“Sorry,” Noelle managed to get out when her laughter died down. “It didn’t cross my mind if I’m being honest.”

Logan narrowed his eyes at her but left it alone. He turned to Sydney, “Syd, I need a breakfast sandwich, hold the tomato— Oh! and a croissant instead of a bagel please!”

“I’m on it, petit fère.” She smiled.

“Excuse me.” He said to Noelle, still playfully narrowing his eyes at her. “I have coffee to go make.”

Noelle smirked and moved out of the way, as Logan walked away she called after him, “I’ll put your number on their check later!”

Logan rolled his eyes, though he was trying to suppress a smile.

—

Deep breaths Logan. Deep breaths.

“Okay, so, we have the breakfast sandwich and the black coffee for you.” Who drinks black coffee? Ew. Logan thought, placing Finn’s order in front of him. “And just the medium two sugar two cream for you.” He handed the blonde his coffee. Did he ever want to know his name.

“Thanks.” He said, looking right into Logan’s eyes.

“No problem!” Logan managed to get out. But not before a pink tint washed over his cheeks.

Logan abruptly looked away. In a failed attempt to hide his blush he smiled politely at Finn and he got one in return, though the redhead looked a bit confused. And that was all Logan could stand before he turned around and walked away, not being able to resist bringing his hand up to remove his hat and run his fingers through his hair.

How was it still only 9 am? Logan didn’t know. But let’s just say he continued his work day with two beautiful faces never leaving his mind.

Auburn and brown, blonde and blue.

[lumosinlove]

Between Fifth And You

AO3

chapter two

~

It’s Saturday night for Manhattan’s elite, and we know what that means. The Noble House of Black beckons, and one particularly family seems to be a little behind on preparations—at least, their youngest son is.

Spotted—Logan Tremblay, looking hot in nothing but basketball shorts. Better soak up that fading blue August heat while you can, Lo. Or are you more interested in something a little more…fiery? But in the LES? Why so far from home, Dorothy? Eye color isn’t the only thing green about the Tremblay family. And they have a bad habit of sorting everything out with a little help from Ben Franklin.

“Shoot, shoot!”

Logan pivoted on his heel and was able to toss the ball around his opponent’s shoulder. He only caught a glimpse of red hair as Finn caught it with ease and jumped it up to the rim.

Finn O’Hara. One of these days Logan was going to step on his own shoes watching Finn O’Hara. His pale chest looked like sugar dusting, his exertion-red cheeks the goddamn cherry.

“Point moo-oi!” Finn shouted, slapping Will Morgan and Percy Marshall on their bare backs. “That’s how you say it, right, Tremblay?”

Logan feigned a shudder. “Non.”

“Shorty’s got game,” Will laughed, sweat dripping down his dark brown skin, darkening the leather bracelets he wore.

Percy shook his head, swallowing over a caught-breath, his silver Star of David swinging at his throat. “Shorty must be cheating with his Upper Side shoes.���

Logan just narrowed his eyes and laughed, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “You’re just tall. Doesn’t mean you’re good.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mazel tov, you fucker.”

“I’m finally winning,” Finn grinned. “And now I gotta get back to the shop. I said be back in five…pretty sure it’s been fifty-five.”

Logan swallowed. “I’ll—I’ll walk you.”

Percy slapped him on the back as they left, and Finn held the cage door of the basketball court open for him.

“So, you’re back at school?” Finn asked as he pulled his shirt on. Logan nodded, following suit, picking at the neck where it stuck to his sweaty skin.

“Yeah,” Logan nodded. “I’m supposed to be getting fitted for a suit right now.”

Finn snorted. “What does that have to do with school?”

“Oh,” the corner of Logan’s mouth raised as he realized. “Nothing, I…well, you know. The social scene. It sort of all feels like one thing, up there.”

Finn pouted at him. “Poor baby. Too many parties.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Logan laughed.

“Hey, feel like lunch?”

“I thought you had to be back.”

Finn shrugged. “I’m hungry.”

Logan bit his lip, wondering how many different ways his older sisters could actually kill him. Honestly, he thought he’d just die on the spot of he passed up the change to be squeezed into one of the small restaurants that Finn frequented. Screw the grand tables of his life. Logan wanted cracked leather booths small enough to let their ankles brush. Not that he’d ever say that out loud.

Finn didn’t disappoint. They walked down the shade of Mott street, then turned at a bakeshop on the corner. Finn pointed at it.

“You’ve been here, haven’t you?”

Logan raised a shoulder. “I don’t get down here much.”

Finn snorted. “Listen to you. Down here. You’re down here enough to pop into my bookstore all the time.”

Logan studied the cakes in the windows, biting his lip when he realized Finn’s eyes were still on him in the reflection. “I…yeah.”

Finn flicked the bill of Logan’s hat which shaded the back of his neck. “How’s that latest book you bought?”

Logan turned away from the window to get them walking again, not sure where they were going but trusting Finn to lead. “I’m starting school, man, I don’t have all the time in the world.”

Finn just laughed. “Come on, let’s catch the 6.”

Logan found himself squeezed into a tiny French restaurant in the West Village that served them even tinier croissants.

“I know the chef,” Finn said popping one he had spread jam and butter on into his mouth. “Dumo. Don’t pay a cent. I fucking love these things.”

Logan would have bought Finn a thousand of the tiny pastries without a blink just to see him lick a bit of jam from his thumb again.

“Dumo doesn’t sound very French…” Logan began cutting up his waffle.

Finn laughed. “Pascal Dumais does.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s more like it.”

Logan glanced at a woman and her baby, who had started crying. He tried to think of something to say. For someone who’s job seemed to be making small talk at various parties and charming people with his accent—or so his mother sometimes said—he sure was horrible at it.

“So, what’s the suit for?” Finn asked, taking a sip of his black coffee.

“A fashion show,” Logan sighed, hiding his surprise—and maybe delight—at Finn’s unknowing shrug. “It’s…sort of a lot. Lots of people and cameras. And I always have to wear something green.”

Finn hummed in understanding. “It’s the eyes, yeah?”

Logan nodded. “A lot of fast English, too.”

Finn tilted his head. “I didn’t know that was hard for you. You’re perfect.”

Logan tried not to flush and covered it with a shrug. “I lived in France until I was fifteen before we finally moved to my dad. It’s still nice to be able to read lips sometimes. With the flashes and they make it super dark…I don’t know.”

“No, that makes sense,” Finn said, brown eyes soft. He smiled. “Hey, well, if you don’t want to go to the fitting, come man the shop with me. I’d love the company.”

Logan looked at him and ached, but saw his older sister Noelle’s pleading, excited expression in his mind. He might not love the scene, but he loved his sisters. “I wish I could. Really.”

They finished up their food and Logan had to admit that he lingered over his coffee until Finn said he absolutely had to leave.

“Hey, Tremblay,” Finn called from down the sidewalk, and Logan turned in the full knowledge that seeing the smile Finn sent him would only make him want to stay more.

The dutiful son wants the bookshop boy…I don’t know, Lo. How will their royal highnesses feel about that?

“Come buy more books you don’t read soon, okay?”

Logan couldn’t help but smile back. “D’accord.”

Finn walked backwards a few steps, yelling, “And bring me something green!” before turning and jogging down the subway stairs.

Logan laughed as he called his driver to him, escaping the heat for air conditioned leather.

XOXO

Pearls or diamonds, Upper Siders? Armani or Ralph? What, like you have other questions tonight?

Well, I have one for you. A tip from a friendly scroller gave me a peak at tonight’s guest list. Do you think we’re in for more than just a showdown on the runway? Cat fights over cat walks is what I always say.

XOXO.

[Image description: Two name cards reading, from left to right, Leo Knut and Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Sebastian Montague]

Remus found Julian already dressed and tapping at a game on his phone when he descended the winding staircase of their penthouse.

“You waiting for mom and dad?” Remus said, dropping a kiss to the top of his head.

“And you,” Julian said.

“Right, right,” Remus smoothed his black tuxedo, trying to ignore the subtle glint of blue-silver embroidered into the black velvet. His mother was a planner—which Remus liked usually—but this design had not aged well. This suit had a twin that it no longer belonged with. Remus clenched his jaw as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He’d hoped wearing it would feel like defiance.

But it only felt like he was lonely. He gave his head a hard shake. He had Leo. He couldn’t let New York throw him.

“Gossip Girl’s going crazy. Of course,” Julian said.

“Jules, you shouldn’t read that stuff,” Remus sighed. “It’s just gossip—”

“Just posted about Sirius,” Julian murmured.

Remus huffed, pushing his hair out of its too neat style in the mirror. “So?”

Julian shrugged, but pointedly looked away when Remus took out his own phone.

The photo looked like one from the paparazzi, but the sight of Sirius on the red carpet made Remus’ throat close up.

I spy a statement piece. Or maybe it’s just a statement. Sirius Black arrives on the red carpet—or should I say black carpet—with none other than New York’s favorite icon, in worship and fashion alike. The Saint of these streets is looking particularly dashing tonight, hand in hand with the heir of this city. Ouch, Re. Looks like you’ve been dethroned.

Remus stared down at the screen, neck hot. Sirius’ suit sleeves had the barely there leather half moon cut-outs that Remus remembered tracing onto his skin.

Sirius had smiled into their kiss. Think anyone will notice?

Remus had just laughed. Everyone will notice.

But there was Saint, a crown of moonstones in his golden hair.

Remus looked down at his own suit. Of course Saint had thought of a way they’d match, that was all it was, but it still felt like a snub.

“I sort of miss him,” Julian said quietly.

Remus’ heart pulled. He swallowed and clicked his phone off. He looked at Julian, who looked almost sheepish.

“Do you?” Julian asked even more quietly.

“Don’t you like Leo?” Remus asked.

“Of course,” Julian nodded quickly. “But…”

“Remus,” Hope smiled, coming down the stairs arm-in-arm with their father. “Jules. Ready, boys?”

Remus didn’t think saying no was an option. He cleared his throat, pushed his hair back.

“Almost,” he said, backtracking towards the stairs. “Just a second. Gotta call Leo, make sure he hasn’t left yet.”

XOXO

“We can watch a livestream of the red carpet and the show,” Natalie said. “Sit.”

Finn groaned, squished beside Natalie on her tiny sofa. “That feels like I’m stalking him.”

“We’re allowed to stalk the boys we like.”

“You’re dating my brother, Nat. Does this mean you stalked him?”

“It really does,” Alex said, coming in from the kitchen with their margaritas and dropping a kiss to Natalie’s temple.

“Hm,” Natalie smiled up at him, accepting a kiss to her lips. “Scruffy.”

Finn sighed and pulled a knee up to his chest, watching the loading video Natalie had pulled up.

“Your wifi sucks,” he mumbled.

“It’ll load,” Natalie scooted over for Alex and passed Finn his drink.

“Salsa, too,” Finn said, waving it over.

Finally, the video popped up to a view of the red carpet.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Alex said.

“Be nice,” Natalie laughed. “It’s fashion!”

“Look,” Alex sighed. “I know they’re wealthy and it’s suppose to be all, I don’t know sandy beaches and wristwatches, but not a single one of these people look remotely happy. Like take a look at this guy—“

Finn looked over the sandy-haired man posing in front of the cameras—well, not posing, really. Kasey Winter, the commentators were saying.

“Nice hair,” Natalie crunched on a chip. “And listen to that, his mother’s one of the biggest producers at Weird Sisters Records.”

“Fine, but he looks like he’s ready to kill someone. I mean, anyone else think its kind of fucked up that the New York families go to a New York university where New York businesses draw from New York’s elite?”

“Yes,” Finn and Natalie said in unison.

And then there was Logan.

Finn let out an embarrassing sound and set his drink down, leaning forward.

Logan walked out in front of the cameras with three girls—his sisters, Finn remembered. Not to mention he followed all of them on Instagram. They had a lot of shoes, sure, but they seemed all right.

“I saw this thing on Gossip Girl about one of the sisters,” Natalie said. “She—”

“Nat, why the hell do you read that?”

Natalie shot him a look. “Like you don’t.”

Finn ignored them, too focused on the dark, nearly black, velvety green cape—or was it cloak?—that covered Logan’s shoulders down to above his elbows, falling to an elegant point at the small of his back over his black suit. The sisters had a similar get-up in one way or another—a green train, a shawl, a corset. Logan’s clasp was a silver fleur-de-lis.

“Green,” Finn breathed.

“What?” Alex asked.

Finn bit the inside of his cheek at Logan’s expression. It was meant to be blank, Finn thought, at-ease and untouchable, but it came off almost enticing. His dark eyelashes swept against his cheeks. Finn watched his throat bob around a swallow, his adored eyes shifting from flash to flash.

“Nothing,” Finn answered his brother.

“How’d you meet this kid anyway, Fish?” his brother asked.

“I was closing up shop about a month ago,” Finn said. “And he stopped at one of our windows. Looked like he’d run the entire island, he was breathing so hard. Not to mention it was pouring like nothing else. Thought he was gonna pass out, so I unlocked the door and let him in to get dry. I don’t know, he was kind of shy at first. Listened to me talk for about an hour before he started giving anything back.” Finn shrugged, watching Logan walk off screen. “I invite him to play basketball with me, Morg, and Percy now. We get lunch after sometimes.”

Natalie sighed. “He looked like one unhappy camper.”

“I think his family puts a lot of pressure on him. He’s the baby. Only son. All that bullshit.”

“I kind of want that cape,” Natalie said.

Alex sighed. “That’s the idea.”

Natalie slapped his chest, then kissed his cheek, and Finn watched Logan walk off-screen.

XOXO

“What say you, Capulet?”

Sirius looked down at Saint at his shoulder. “They’re out of crab puffs.”

“Boo,” Saint said. “You still closing the show?”

“Yep.”

“Shouldn’t you be in hair and makeup?”

“Yep.”

Saint stepped in front of him, the gold band of moonstones nestled in his curls glinting in the dark stage lights. “Looking for someone?”

Sirius just reached out and ran a gentle thumbnail beneath where Saint’s golden eyeliner had smudged against his brown skin, striking it back to a point. “Nope. See you after the show.”

Saint clucked his tongue. “I’m unimpressed.”

“What else is new?” Sirius said.

Saint went to smile, when his eyes flickered behind Sirius and he raised his eyebrows. “That.”

Sirius turned around, and quickly schooled his expression. The cameras were going wild, and in front of all the flashing lights was Remus, hand-in-hand with Leo Knut.

“They make a sunshine pair,” Saint said from beside him. “How’re you feeling?”

Sirius touched two fingers to one of the black-leather moons on his jacket sleeve. They were meant to go with Remus’ stars. He remembered planning for them. He’d thought…part of him had thought if he’d worn them tonight—

“Cloudy sky,” he replied to Saint.

“I was gonna say dappled sunlight in…” Saint glanced around. “A dark forest.”

Remus and Leo were wearing dress shirts, collars rumpled and unbuttoned at their throats, each in a smooth shade of cream. Their hands, decked out in golden rings, were laced together, and they both wore pale gray slacks, slim cut, and laceless nikes.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun…hmm, but don’t I spy some burning jealous?

“What are we going for here,” Saint raised an eyebrow. “Left in a hurry and didn’t get the dress code?”

“We’re going against me,” Sirius replied, slipping his hands into his pockets and trying to stand straight. “That’s all.”

“Sunlight in a dark forest, indeed.”

Sirius watched them looking out over the flashes, and tried not to look surprised when golden eyes met his own. Remus’ expression didn’t change either. Instead, he simply blinked, then looked away. Leo, tall and lean, leaned into his ear, and Remus smiled. The cameras popped like champagne.

I love right here, Sirius remembered his own voice, the feeling of the soft skin by Remus’ eye beneath his thumb. I love right here when you smile.

“I need to get backstage,” Sirius said shortly, and turned on his heel.

“I’ll be watching.”

“Don’t I know,” Sirius called as he weaved his way through the crowd, heading backstage. The woman with a radio in her ear looked annoyed and nervous when he slipped past her, and radioed that he had arrived to whoever it was that needed to know.

“Sirius!” Alice called, hands full of makeup brushes and up in the air. “Jesus Christ, do you think I have all fucking night?”

Sirius shrugged out of his red carpet jacket—which someone took—and slid into her chair. “Sorry, Al.”

She twirled a protective cape around his shoulders, snapping it at the base of his neck. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty. But then again, I think everyone’s pretty.”

Sirius closed his eyes, letting her begin. “People are.”

Alice had just finished contour when Sirius all but felt his mother’s presence. A shift in the air. A cooler wind. People standing up straighter and shivering.  

“Sirius,” his mother’s face appeared in the mirror. Her red lipstick was the brightest thing about her, and even that was almost mauve. Her dress was tight around her breasts, but cascaded in thick waves of velvet behind her, and she wore tall leather boots. It almost looked like armor. “You’re very late, darling.”

“Sorry,” Sirius said. “Saint and I got caught up in the crowd, I guess.”

She hummed. “You two looked fetching out there. He’s much more pleasing than that other boy ever was. His family is important, too.”

It was true, that his mother had never liked Remus much. Though, Sirius couldn’t compare him and Saint. They were two different oceans.

“Get dressed,” his mother breathed, and was already snapping her fingers at one of the other models before Sirius could say another word.

“All right?” Alice asked him quietly.

Sirius looked at himself in the mirror. Her contour made his face look almost gaunt, as was the general makeup for all of the models, and he knew he’d be given dark eye makeup next, his hair fluffed into perfect curls.

“Fine,” Sirius said, and closed his eyes to let her work.

Sirius was shrugging into his given outfit—a billowing longcoat, 20th century in fashion, and a longer tunic made almost entirely of the thinnest black silk. It would shimmer when he walked, he knew, and his tall, lace-up boots, the flat sole so thin and delicate that he almost felt barefoot, would disappear beneath the shimmer. His mother was cold, stubborn, and cruel sometimes, an unfeeling, yawning sort of dark, but she was talented.

“Lord Vader,” came a voice from behind him, and Sirius laughed even before he turned to face Thomas Walker.

“Sounds about right,” Sirius said, and they clasped hands, pulling them into a one-armed hug. “You look fantastic, though.”

Thomas spun slowly on his heel, letting the long, loose fitting white linen of his button-down—which went out in two, tuxedo-like tails at his back—flare out above his slim, black trousers. He wore a thin scarf of distressed wool.

“Like a fallen gentleman, no?” Thomas grinned. “I might try and steal these pants. And maybe the shirt for Noelle.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sirius smiled, spying Noelle’s green eyes behind his shoulder. “She’ll love that.”

Noelle wrapped her arms, which were draped in a transparent green cloth, around Thomas’ waist. “Thanks for thinking of me, T baby.”

Thomas laughed in surprise. “Who let you back stage?”

“I’m a Tremblay, they’ll let us in anywhere.”

Thomas turned his head to capture Noelle in a soft kiss.

“See you after, hm?” Noelle said. “I’m gonna go say hi to my friend, she’s walking tonight, too.”

“Yeah, we’ll ride to Honeyduke’s together.”

Noelle raised an eyebrow at him. “You coming, Black?”

“Saint all but owns the place,” Sirius said. “Of course I am.”

Sirius walked. He didn’t look down, or hear the cameras. It wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, to be up here, not able to see past the lights—but something tonight was different. It felt as it had the night of his and Remus’ first kiss.

In that show, he had had one, thin line of black lipstick traced over the center of his bottom lip. It had marked Remus’ throat and cheeks like soot by the end of it all.

Remus had been waiting for him back stage.

“Come here,” Remus had whispered, and laced their fingers together.

“Where?” Sirius had answered, surprised by their palms pressing together.

But it hadn’t been a place. Remus had pressed them back in between clothing racks, and crashed their mouths together.

Here, Remus had whispered, and kissed him again.

Sirius felt the absence of the stage lights like a wash of cold air, and he stretched out his back, letting his stony face drop a little. He glanced around, but there was no one to be found. His cheeks were warm just thinking about it.

“Good,” his mother said as he passed her by to take off the makeup, and that was all.

XOXO

Saint looked across Honeyduke’s and felt like it was his. Logan was laughing with Thomas and Noelle, and he had Kasey Winter beside him, securing tickets to one of their favorite bands to see together.

“Done,” Kasey said, and flashed one of his rare smiles.

“I knew you were my favorite,” Saint took a sip of his drink, and Kasey scoffed.

“Me or my mom?”

“Maybe a little of both. Oh, and we’re going to sushi beforehand.”

Kasey’s smile was larger now. “Wouldn’t have it any other way. You gonna leave with that drummer again? What’s her name?”

Saint smiled. “Oh, Sally. And I make it a habit to always leave with the drummer.”

Kasey just shook his head. “Yeah, yeah. I’m getting a drink and leaving you to your one-liners.”

Saint watched him go, feeling settled, and set about scanning the room for Sirius. He was sure he’d know if he was there—people tended to swarm to Sirius, even if he didn’t ask for it. It was part of the reason they were so close. People flocked to Saint, too. So, they asked for each other’s company. A more intimate, calm part of life. Sirius was quiet. Saint wasn’t, but he let Saint , for a moment, be that way, too. Saint was loud. Sirius wasn’t, but Saint had his ways to fire him up.

“Another drink, sir?”

Saint looked over his shoulder, only to turn all the way around, interest peaked. The bartender had sandy hair, and a strong jaw, his cheeks textured by acne scars in some places. He had brown eyes—save for a sliver of green in one.

“Only if you have one with me,” Saint said, and glanced down at his name-tag. “Luke.”

Luke arched an eyebrow, pressing the heels of his palms onto the bar between them, revealing rolled up sleeves and some type of vine tattoo, wrapping all around both of his forearms.

“I’m working, sir.”

“Is that a later?” he nodded at the tattoo. “Nice.”

“I don’t think so,” Luke said.

“Oh, no?”

Luke scowled—how did he look so handsome doing that?

“Do you make it a habit to go home with all the waiters, too?”

Saint didn’t let his expression flicker, just smiled nice and slow.

“Hillrock,” Saint said. “Neat.”

The barkeep turned away.

Ouch. Looks like not everyone worships at your alter, Saint.

XOXO

The elevator doors opened, revealing the party to Sirius one outfit after the next. He had changed for the afterparty—the first of three. He wore a tight, thin black t-shirt and dark jeans. He hadn’t bothered to wash off the dark, smudged eyeliner from the show. His combat boots went up to just below his knee, and had the same nearly naked feeling sole. It made him feel soundless, like a shadow.

Maybe that’s why it was easy to find Remus and stand beside him without him stirring.

“You’re a little underdressed,” Sirius said without looking at him.

“Says the boy wearing a t-shirt,” Remus replied evenly.

Sirius scowled. “I meant at the show.”

“People like to be surprised,” Remus replied evenly.

“Who’s Leo?”

“My boyfriend.”

Sirius turned towards him. “You didn’t tell me you were coming home.”

Remus matched him. They were nearly chest to chest. “You didn’t say a word to me in class.”

“You didn’t—“

“I had the last word,” Remus snapped. “I figured maybe you’d finally have something to say back.”

Sirius stared at him, heart pounding in his ears. For a moment, he let himself look. At the golden eyes, hair more blond than ever from the summer’s sun. Sirius couldn’t stand that mouth set in a frown.

“Guess not,” Remus said softly, lips dropping open in the way they used to before they kissed.

Sirius all but felt him vanish into the writhing crowd.

XOXO

Finn looked up when a flash of color on the morning-silent street outside caught his eye. He set the books he was holding down, took the pen out from between his teeth.

Green.

“What the hell?” Finn laughed as he pulled open the door to his bookshop to find Logan standing there. “It’s five in the fucking morning, what are you doing here? Couldn’t sleep?”

“Never did,” Logan said, and that’s when Finn saw that Logan was still in his suit from the livestream.

“Ah, I see,” Finn said, eyes flicking up and down his broad form. He swallowed dryly. “The nature of afterparties, I suppose. Well, you—you look good. For someone who’s been up all night, I mean.”

Logan just smiled, one of his small, secretive ones. Finn watched as he stepped forward so they were almost toe to toe in the doorway.

“Wh…” Finn’s voice dropped off with a breathless laugh. He couldn’t help but look at Logan’s mouth. His full lips that could speak a language Finn couldn’t even begin to describe.

Logan just reached up to the base of his own throat and unclipped the fleur-de-lis clasp there. In one smooth swoop, he drew his short cloak from his shoulders and around Finn’s, right over his worn gray t-shirt, clicking it in place. The fabric brought a gentle scent, and he figured it must be Logan’s cologne.

“Something green,” Logan said softly. A warm, early morning breeze ruffled his hair, pushing the curls forward. Finn couldn’t move. “What are you doing here?”

“Inventory,” Finn whispered, then cleared his throat. “Inventory.”

“Okay,” Logan said. “I’ll help.”

[tigerellasims]

Mia: I swear to god, this is all that slut’s fault.

Chantelle: I don’t know. Sounds like things were going downhill before she came along, if you ask me.

Mia: This isn’t share time, Chantelle. Shut up. If I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.

Aisha: I think she sounds like trouble. She’s clearly been sniffing all around your man for a while now. I wouldn’t trust her around him.

Mia: Trust me, I don’t.

Taylor: Is she pretty?

Mia: *Sighs* yeah i guess. Blonde hair, green eyes. Cute round face. Fucking freckles.

Taylor: Oof, freckles. That’ll do it.

Aisha: I can’t believe he slept with her behind your back.

Chantelle: They were broken up Aisha. It’s not exactly behind her back.

Mia: He did it without my Knowledge, I think that’s doing it behind my back, don’t you?

Chantelle: Have you told him everything you’ve done behind his back?

Mia: I’ve never had sex with anyone behind his back.

Chantelle: No, you’d prefer to tell him about it to piss him off.

Taylor: And for that angry make-up sex, hmm?

Mia: God, the make-up sex is pretty... phenomenal.

Aisha: So what are you gonna do about her?

Mia: Nothing, yet. She has fucking Noelle as her pitbull. But I swear to God, if she even so much as looks at him in a way that I don’t like, I’m gonna make her life a living hell. She will regret ever introducing herself to Zeke, nevermind taking her fucking clothes off in front of him. She will know what hell on earth is really like.

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

Pt. 10000056321 of Tiffany is so undeniably gay and does not know how to function because of that

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I'M SO GAYYYY.

I'm gonna rant now, read it if you'd like, or not, lol. It's simply me simping for this one Hot Topic employee :))

So long story short, there's this one really attractive hot topic employee that works at the store at my closest mall. To rewind a bit, I first interacted with them for the first time on Halloween night last year. Yes I remember, but mainly because they were dressed up and had bright blue makeup and a crown. I don't know who they were dressed up as, but all I knew was that they looked absolutely stunning, lol. So much so that I even complimented their makeup, which is saying a hell of a lot since I was 1. Gay panicking, 2. Very awkward around new people, ESPECIALLY attractive ones. But I did anyway because I couldn't leave without saying anything, and what would I lose, right?

Anyway so we had this little conversation, they asked what book I bought since I was carrying around a lil Indigo bag (Indigo is Barnes and Noble for Canadians lol). I had just bought the book 'The Girl From The Sea', which is by the way, very gay LOL (as it should be (it's written by Molly Knox Ostertag who is married to Noelle Stevenson, the creator of She Ra! Which is also very gay.)) They asked to see what I got, I show them, and they say "That looks gay", and I was like "It is!!". I dunno, the conversation was memorable. I left thinking they were super cool, really pretty, but that was that.

Fast forward to a couple weeks (months?) later, I see them again. For some reason they are engrained in my mind, like I pass a Hot Topic and I just think "Hot Topic! Cool Hot Topic employee!!". Surprisingly I recognize them sans blue makeup, we make small talk (ish? I'm awkward, I suck at conversing with people).

Happens like, once more maybe. Then fast forward to now, I see them again. Yay! My lil gay heart yearns a bit, simps a bit, gay panics a bit, woo! I walked in telling myself I was NOT gonna buy anything because I am very much broke as is. I'm with my friend, he's buying a gift for his friend's birthday, and I look at the earrings as one does.

The employee comes by, says "Ooh, the earrings eh?" or something along the lines of that, idk it was a blur, the store was warm and I was warmer. Then they proceed to compliment my earrings and my voice raises like 3 PITCHES LIKE A FOOL. Apparently I said "Yeah, thank you!" even though I SWEAR I said "Oh, thank you!" but anyway. He checks out, we leave, and then with my indecisiveness I'm like "earrings...." because I found the CUTEST little set of earrings. So, after flipping a coin (that I did not follow because I went against what it said), some urging from my friend because he noticed I was SIMPING, I go back to buy the earrings.

Then they're like, "Oh, did you forget anything?" and I'm like nah *cue awkward finger guns because I DONT, IDK, IM AWKWARD OKAY* "earrings!" (also in a high pitched voice, idk. Help me. Please.) So I proceed to grab them, and they're like "Oh, its buy one get one 50% off, those cat earrings with knives are adorable" and I'm just like "FUCKKKKKKKKKKK" internally because APPARENTLY. I CANT SAY KNOW TO ATTRACTIVE EMPLOYEES MAKING SALES PITCHES. So I buy both pairs of earrings.

Did I mainly buy them so they could help me check out? Yes. Am I only admitting this here? Also yes.

Cue me buying the things, all I'm thinking is "Holy GODS are they so beautiful. I love their hair. Should I compliment their hair?? SHOULD I COMPLIMENT THEIR HAIR?" So I'm just out here panicking, thinking of a way to somehow flirt (not flirting, just compliments but that is as close to flirting that I can get without self-combusting). I dunno, they were just so cute I DON'T KNOW. Like its like the sort of cool AF type of person but also amidst like slightly awkward laughter and fumbling. In the end I say "By the way I love your hair!", because to be fair, it was really fucking cool. Like it was wavy and shoulder length and green with purple tips and AGHHHH (maybe it was just because they had the hair that it look so wonderful, I dunno). I'm awkward, have I mentioned? Apparently I said it slightly awkwardly but its okay because my friend said that I was matching their energy that was also slightly awkward so THATS OKAY!!

So then them and their coworker compliment the shirt that I was wearing that said "Mentally Gone", which is me every day of my life. I get flustered, stutter and say "Yeah! Thanks!!". Mind you I've said yeah like 3 TIMES ALREADY, BECAUSE MY BRAIN LACKS FUNCTION. Then I finish up and leave.

Then proceed to gay panic for the next half hour, I'm warm, blushing, second guessing everything while my friend is next to me laughing his fucking ass off because HE is perfectly fine flirting, but I AM NOT.

Anyway, to conclude, I cannot be trusted around pretty Hot Topic employees because I do not know how to function nor do I have any self-control because I spent $25 dollars on earrings ACK. But that is perfectly okay, haha. Im just gonna go live my life now.

That is all, good day!