#o'knutzy fanfiction

[peanut-in-the-goal]

1. I apologize for the long paragraphs this was supposed to be a short like 3 sentences but nevermind 2. I got distracted and forgot to hit post after writing this like an hour or two ago, also the ending is rushed 3. I might finish this later 4. characters are haz’s as always ( @lumosinlove )

O’knutzy soulmate au

Your soulmates don’t always line up, when they do it’s supposedly a true pair. There’s this old myth that those who don’t find their soulmates, or choose someone else who isn’t their soulmate, then they are destined to live alone or suffer within the relationship.

Some people don’t believe in the myth, some old tale that they chalked up to folklore. But there are some families that have never broken the tradition, like the Blacks, the Ristens, the Tremblays.

They’re set on finding the “right” person, the one that is picked up and given to you. Even if your heart belongs to someone else.

Everyone has their soulmates name someone on their body. They’re born with it, but as you get older, the writing because clearer and less smudged. It’s often around age 11 or 12 when you can finally read it.

Finn’s soulmate is Logan. His name is written out in black ink on the inside corner of his elbow. It’s fancy, cursive writing imprinted into his skin. He’s ecstatic the day that he meets Logan. They were at Harvard, shaking hands on the ice. A friendship was immediately sprung, the two of them hit it off as soon as they played together the first time. The pucks slid easily between their sticks, back and forth to each other. The communication on ice was something the other players strived for. Finn just wished that the could move that communication off the ice, and be something more that friends. But that couldn’t happen, not with the Tremblays holding up tradition, and Finn’s name not being the one that wrapped around Logan’s wrist.

Logan’s soulmate was Leo. The three letters wrapped his wrist like lace. The dainty font looking so simple but at the same time far too noticeable. That was one of his least favorite things about hockey. The lack of privacy that came with locker room and the showers. At some point everyone was going to see the name you were assigned with, the word that marks your skin. It’s not fair that everyone gets sent on some wild goose hunt to find their soulmate, especially when you have eyes on someone else. That annoying redhead called Finn was getting under his skin. Not in a bad way, more of an every minute your near me makes it harder for me to stay away. He couldn’t disobey the family tradition. He’s never even dated anyone, or kissed anyone. Refused to do anything with meaning because once you let someone in, it was so much harder to get them to leave.

Leo’s soulmate was Finn. The four letters intricately woven together on his left ankle. He was excited for the longest time to find Finn, always thinking of the stupid nicknames he could give them. Fish, Fishy, Nemo, anything that had to do with water. Although Leo was 18 now, all of his friends has at least found someone that had the same name as their soulmate. And logically he knows that you don’t have to find your soulmate, or even look for them. His parents aren’t soulmates and they’re the kindest people he knows. Though part of him wants to find his soulmate, meet them and see what they’re like. See if they even like him at least. He was leaving for Gryffindor soon anyways, leaving NOLA behind and going somewhere new. He can’t help but be worried that he’s also leaving his soulmate behind too. But maybe... Maybe he wasn’t leaving anyone behind, maybe he was going to find someone there. Leo was quickly welcomed to the team. They became his family away from home. One of them was named Finn. He had red hair and was covered in freckles. He thought... He thought he had gotten lucky, that is until he saw Finn in the locker room one day. It was just after a game, everyone was stripping and heading off to the showers. Finn sat their in his padding, a dark line visible on arm. If Leo squinted then he could kinda read it. It started with an L, okay, good, that good right? He looked a little closer... that wasn’t his name, it was Logan’s. did he really want to risk a friendship to steal someone from his best friend?

[splendidlyinlove]

would you write something about the cubs where leo gets hurt? nothing too serious!! just something small, maybe he’s a bit teary, and then his boys make him feel better xxx

Absolutely friend! :)

I've Never Been a Natural

Pairing: O'Knutzy

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Leo makes a mistake during the game and feels like he's a disappointment. Logan Tremblay will not let that happen.

Basically Leo feels down about himself and his boys come to the rescue!

Read it on ao3!

All characters belong to the amazing mind of @lumosinlove !

Content Warnings for minor injuries and negative self talk!

Leo felt stupid. He felt so incredibly stupid. He turned his head to the monitor set up in the PT room playing silent footage of the game, wincing a little at the answering sting that flashed across his face. He adjusted the ice pack held against his nose in effort for some relief. The game was halted for a few moments because of review for some penalty or other that Leo missed. The commentators came up on screen, the captions sprawled below them. 

Well, it looks like the game is paused for a moment, let's go back to an earlier moment in this game. 

Video started to play. It showed Leo in slow motion butterflying to stop an incoming puck. It showed how he leaned too far forward. It showed him trying and failing to readjust. It showed him falling face first onto the ice. It showed the puck colliding with his nose, and bouncing towards the edge of the goal where he then accidentally kicked it in with his leg. Leo's face started to burn for an entirely different reason. He was so stupid. He felt too small for his gear in that moment, far too gangly and young for the NHL. He feared what Kasey thought. He feared what coach thought. Who the fuck makes a mistake like that over the age of twelve? Did he even deserve to be in the NHL after that mistake? What was he even doing here, among all these clearly talented players? Tears started to prick at the corners of his eyes, his face felt extra hot against the ice pack. He was such a disappointment. A soft knock sounded against the door, Logan peaked his head through a moment later. 

“Peanut? Hey! How are you feeling?” Logan walked towards the table Leo was sitting on, picked up his hand, and gently played with his fingers. Leo let his hand holding the ice pack fall to his lap. Logan looked at him for two seconds before encircling him in a bone crushing hug. “Stop. I am having absolutely none of that.” 

“I didn’t even say anything.” 

Logan pulled back and cradled Leo’s head in his hands, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the highpoint of Leo’s cheek. “You didn't have to.” Logan kissed the space on Leo’s forehead directly below his gray tuft of hair. 

Leo’s lip started to wobble and tears started to roll down his cheek and onto Logan’s hand. “I’m so stupid .” Leo hid his head in the crook of Logan’s neck. 

“There is nothing further from the truth than that.” 

“But it is true! Who makes mistakes like that?! And all of you were counting on me, and I’m supposed to be at the NHL level! And all of you are so talented and im just this stupidkid who got lucky and-” 

Logan cut him off with a soft kiss. “Everyone makes mistakes like that, that's who. The other day I tripped on the ice while skating backwards and fell on my ass. Do you think I’m not talented?” 

“No, but-” 

“Exactly. We are all human mon soleil, and when we are talking about talent you have it in spades. Did you or did you not win The Stanley Cup,” Logan interrupted himself to knock on wood three times. Leo bit back a smile. “during your rookie year?” 

A small, shy smile broke through the sadness on Leo’s face. “I did.” 

“And don’t get me started on the saves that you make each game! Mon dieu, you made fifteen saves this game alone, and the first period has just ended. And you do that all while being young. Please, the hockey stats nerds rave about you online for how talented you are for someone so young.” Leo chuckled a bit at the last one. 

Logan gently pulled Leo’s head away from his neck to look him in the eyes. “You’re not stupid, you’re wonderful.” Leo’s hands covered Logan’s where they cupped his cheeks. “Répète, mon amour.” 

Leo felt like crying for an entirely different reason. “I’m not stupid, I’m wonderful.” 

Logan kissed him firmly for several seconds. The cold dissipated from Leo’s skin and mind. Logan peppered kisses all over his face, avoiding his nose. “You’re not stupid, you're wonderful, and amazing, and talented, and good at cooking, and smart, and kind, and wonderful, and you’re my boyfriend, and I love you.” Logan embraced him again, grounding him in a sea of worries. 

Finn burst through the door and immediately stopped in his tracks. A look of mock betrayal crossed his face, his mouth agape, and his hand clutching his chest in horrified shock. “Leonardopher Kunt and Loganberry Tremblay, I cannot believe you are cuddling without me!” Leo burst into laughter that didn't seem to stop. 

Logan smiled wide while he rolled his eyes. “Get over here you idiot.” Finn walked over to them and enveloped them both in a warm hug. He kissed the top of Leo’s head before softly running his hands through Leo’s hair. Leo looked up to meet Finn’s eyes. 

Finn smiled and wiped the last remaining tear off Leo’s face with his thumb. “You ready to kick some ass out there mahn amore?” 

Leo smiled. “Yeah. Yeah I am.” 

Logan sighed and rubbed his palm across his face before grumbling “We���ve been over the French thing” in French. Leo laughed so hard he snorted, frantically trying to catch his breath between Finn’s repeated exclamations of “What’s so funny!?” and “Tell me what he said! This isn’t fair! Leo tell me what he said!”  

[the-cubs]

There was something on @lumosinlove about Leo asking for blow jobs by straddling his boys and tilting his head and now this exists. I'm kinda sorry but also not at all.

Leo was horny.

Leo was horny for a blow job.

Let's face it, Leo was 18 he was horny for everything all the time but you get the picture.

Because it was hot in the apartment and he had just cooked his boys dinner and they had been teasing him in the kitchen and god damn, the noises they made while eating were obscene and they weren't even doing it on purpose and now he wanted those mouths on him and he couldn't help it.

So, wearing only his boxers and a little pout he walked out of his room, over to Finn, straddled his lap and just tilted his head.

Logan knew what it meant.

And oh boy did Finn know what it meant.

With a quick smirk stretching over his face Finn had Leo flipped over so that he was looking up at him before sliding off the couch and onto his knees so that he was at eye level with Leo's hard cock.

Logan had crawled over so his mouth was hovering just above Leo's ear, 'do you need something sweat pea?'

Leo could feel Logan's breath ghosting over his ear and his neck and feel Finn's hands slowly inching down his underwear, exposing him to the air, and Leo couldn't bring himself to do much more than moan in answer, pushing his head back to give Logan better access to his neck and lifting his hips up so that Finn could just get his mouth on his dick already.

Boxers off, Leo could feel Logan biting marks down his neck, fell his hardening cock against his hands, feel Finn licking up and down and around his head and over his slit, feel him rub against his leg, feel the soft heat of his mouth moving around him.

This. This is what he wanted.

[thestrangebeingyouarent]

Picnic Birthday

It’s James’ birthday!! I had to write something for Jamiee, i love him so much. He’s just such a loving and kind person and he deserves all the lovee.

characters by the amazing @lumosinlove

CW: Food

~

The morning of march 27th was sunny. James woke up from a pair of soft lips against his cheek and a weight falling on his chest. He opened his eyes to see Harry sitting on his chest. Lily sat next to them and had the biggest grin on her face.

“Good morning, Jamie,” she said with a soft voice. She leaned forward to James and ended in the middle of a sunbeam. Her freckles stood out as golden flecks on her pale skin.

“Good morning, flower,” he replied, before pressing his lips to hers. He tucked a lock of loose hair behind her ears and kissed her nose. “Love you,” he whispered.

“Hi, Da-da!” Harry’s high voice broke through the soft atmosphere. He sat on James’ chest with a gleeful grin.

“Hi, Haz!” James replied with a matching level of enthusiasm. Lily smiled at her small family.

After 30 minutes of snuggling, Lily sat up.

“Now, Harry, let’s put on your jersey, okay?” She faced James again. “There’s breakfast in the kitchen. Your mother and Celeste sent me some recipes, so we should be set for the next 2 months.” She kissed him. “And then later today we have a surprise.” She winked and picked up Harry to get him all dressed up.

~

After breakfast the Potters had sat on the couch and watched Frozen. Watching Disney movies on Saturday morning had become somewhat of a routine in the Potter household. And Harry and James loved it and what else could Lily do but go along with their enthusiasm. And even if she didn’t like the movie, she got to see her husband and son cuddled up and singing along to songs.

After the movie had ended it was already about 1pm and Lily turned the television off. “Now, it’s time for the surprise, right Haz?”

“Yes!” Harry giggled and even though Lily had seen it a hundred times, it was still the sweetest thing. James picked his baby up and followed Lily outside. They walked for about 30 minutes before Lily stopped. They stood in front of the entrance to the park where they went sometimes to relax.

Over the grass in the park laid an enormous picnic blanket. At least two dozen people jumped into his vision.

“Surprise!” Sirius walked up to him.

“Congrats, Pots!” He embraced him and then pulled him to the others. The whole team was there, most of their significant others and even some of their children. The next to congratulate him was Remus, then the cubs, Kasey, Talker. At some point he stopped trying to just greet everyone and decided to just calmly talk with people and start conversations. He’d talk to everyone eventually.

After talking to Kuny and Nado for a bit, he found himself just looking over the field. He was surrounded by people he loved and who loved him. And in the middle of it all stood Lily with Harry. She was engaged in an enthusiastic conversation with Remus and Finn and held Harry on her hip. She was wearing James’ jersey, just like Harry, and under that a pair of jeans. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun and streaks of hair surrounded her face.

It was moments like these where James couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have all these people. To have Logan and Leo, who were also staring at the conversation, undoubtedly staring at Finn. To have Nado and Kuny who were laughing with Nat, Kasey and Alex. To have Sirius, who was in deep conversation with Noelle and Regulus.

“Congratulations, mon fils,” Dumo said with his fatherly smile, breaking James out of his thoughts. “I remember when mine were that small.” Dumo nodded to Harry. James laughed.

“Thanks, Dumo.”

Then Celeste walked to the table in the corner of the field and raised her voice a little. “It’s time for cake, non?” Within minutes there was a line of hockey players waiting for their piece of chocolate and/or fruitcake.

When he sat down next to Lily a minute later with a plate and cake in hand, she smiled at him. “Having fun, Love?”

“Thank you for organizing this, Flower. Love you,” he whispered against her lips.

“James!” A voice broke their kiss. He looked over at Sirius. “They’re playing Killer Queen! Sing with me!” was his explanation. James laughed and headed over to his best friend.

“..She keeps her Moët et Chandon in her pretty cabinet! ‘Let them eat cake’, she says, just like Marie Antoinette-”

And when he laid in bed, hours later, he vowed to himself that he’d make sure that all these people, who showed him so much love, would always feel loved in the way he felt loved.

~

I love james potter so much

[fortheloveofmundanity]

Have some Cubs hurt/comfort fluffiness. Like chicken soup for the soul. Thanks to @bkfstclubmember for the prompt and the welcomed distraction. creds for the characters to @lumosinlove as always.

“Logan gets into argument with one of his sisters, or is having a hard time getting in touch with one of them, and he gets upset about it. Maybe Finn and/or Leo talk him through it and comfort him”

“Non, je ne vais pas—non, Noel.”

Leo is roused from a deep sleep by Logan pacing the floor at the foot of their bed and Finn still out cold next to him. The late-morning sun sets his fly-aways aglow, completely oblivious to Logan whisper-yelling into his phone with an anguished look on his face. From the sounds of it, he is having a lively conversation with his sister.

Logan suddenly stops dead where he’s been treading back and forth, his eyes flashing.

“Ne dis plus ça. Ne dis ça. Noel, je sais. Je suis désolé. Ce n’est pas comme ça que je le pensais.” He pauses, listening to Noel’s response. “Je sais. C’est bon.” Another pause. “D’accord, I’ve woken Nutty, I gotta go. Love you...I know. I’m sorry too. Yeah. Bye.” Logan sighs, tapping the ‘End Call’ button and tossing his phone onto the bed. He crawls his way back between his boys, resting his head on Leo’s warm, steady chest. He presses a soft kiss to the skin there breathing in his taller boyfriend’s scent.

“What was that about?” Leo asked, smiling at Logan’s tenderness. Logan harrumphs into Leo’s chest, drawing a loud laugh from the goalie. Finn’s eyelashes flutter at the sound and he slowly focuses on his two boyfriends embracing.

“What’s got Lo all grumpy?” he asks blearily. Leo grins but only offers a shrug.

“Noel and I had a row,” Logan says, voice muffled. Finn and Leo share a more serious look. A look that says ‘I didn’t know they fought.’

“What happened, Lo, baby? Y’all usually get along so well,” Leo finally pipes up. Only then does Logan emerge to look him in the eye.

“She was pissed at me for being possessive of her. I guess Talker started feeling weird about saying anything about her in my presence because I kept getting sullen and hostile.” He stressed the words, obviously quoted and soaked in mocking tone. Leo and FInn share another significant look. One that says, ‘... Well…he’s not exactly cheery.’

“Don’t you two make those eyes at each other. I know she’s right,” Logan grumbles. “But I guess I got a little defensive and then she started saying… well, stuff about us.” At the two boys’ raised eyebrows, he sighs and continues, “Just stuff like… how did I think she felt when her baby brother all of a sudden had two boyfriends after being all mopey about one guy for years… how much it took to process it all...polyamory, keeping it all a secret… I don’t know.”

“Oh, baby—” Finn began, but Logan squeezes his hand to silence him.

“It’s okay now. Really. I just hate fighting with my sisters. She didn’t mean what she said, and I know I’ve been a bit much with Talkie. I’ll lay off. We both apologized. We’re good.” He sighs, still frowning. “I just love her a lot. Hate it when we do that.”

“You’re both hot heads, Lolo. It’s bound to happen occasionally,” Leo says, gathering Logan against his body. “Let me make it better, mon chérie.”

“Hey, I want Tremzy cuddles too,” Finn protests and scoots in to cover Logan’s back with his own body. 

“Merci, thanks, you two. Love you.” Leo and Finn answer likewise and place gentle kisses to his shoulders and hair, drifting back into a sun-soaked sleep.

[wonder-womans-ex]

The High Road

Chapter the First: In Which Logan Enters Into a Non-negotiable Negotiation

There is a man in Logan’s room. 

For a moment, he stands there in the doorway, motionless, because that fact alone is a little difficult to come to terms with. There is a man in Logan’s room. 

He’s not just in the room; he’s sitting cross-legged on the foot of Logan’s bed, picking at a loose thread on one of the blankets. Logan, still stunned, shuts the door behind him, and the man looks up abruptly at the sound.  

He jumps to his feet, bowing and saying “Your Highness,” at the same time as Logan starts to fire questions at him. “How did you get in here?” he demands first, and, without waiting for a response, moves onto “Why are you here? Who are you?”

He doesn’t expect an answer, but he gets one—and what an answer it is.

“My name,” the man says with an air of great importance, “is Leo Knut.” 

There’s a pause. “Never heard of you,” Logan tells him. 

“Good.”

Another pause. Logan takes a step forward, then two, until he’s close enough to get a good look at the intruder. There’s a black bandana covering his mouth and nose, and another pulled over his hair, but a blond curl is still peeking out and falling over his forehead. A slit has been cut into one of his slender, pale eyebrows, and it takes Logan a few seconds to tear his gaze away, but he’s glad once he does. He meets Leo’s eyes, and he’ll be damned if they aren’t the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen. 

He could get lost in those eyes—they’re a bright, sunny blue, speckled with glints of sapphire and shimmering aquamarine; they seem to glow in the same way a cloud does when it passes in front of the sun—and, indeed, he does. Reclaiming his senses takes a few moments, but it’s worth it for the energy that passes between them. He and Leo are a current, brighter even than the sun shining outside, and Logan starts to mourn the loss of that current the instant he forces himself to look away.

“You were wondering how I got in here?”

So, sure, it’s not the first time Logan has heard him speak, but it’s almost like it is. Before, he had only been able to hear Leo’s words, not his voice, but now it’s a completely different story. Leo’s accent washes over him, and it takes him a moment to place it—American, he realizes now, which means that the boy standing in front of him has roots buried halfway across the world—but once he has, he’s gone. 

“I—I was, yeah,” he stammers, trying not to blush. Leo scrunches his eyebrows up, and then he turns and steps back to sit once more on the bed. One hand, fitted snugly into a fingerless black glove, pats the space next to him, and Logan sits, trying not to show how flustered he truly is. The wool blanket is rough against his palms, so he folds them into his lap. He imagines he must look like an idiot—a stuck-up idiot, for that matter—or some sort of damsel in distress, but it’s worth it if he gets to be just that much closer to Leo. 

“Well,” begins Leo, earnestly meeting Logan’s eyes once more, “first I had to distract the guards. They’re good at their jobs, you know, especially the one by the west gate…”

The apparent problem with Leo, Logan reasons, is that there’s just so much of him. Not physically, no—in fact, he’s on the slighter side, muscular but with the leanness of someone who knows what it’s like to go for days at a time without proper food—but he’s overflowing with personality. Passionate is not a word Logan uses often, but it truly is the only word that comes to mind when he thinks about Leo Knut. 

Well, not the only word. There are a few others, too, on the tip of his tongue: beautiful; vibrant; charming; the only thing ever envied by the sun itself, but passionate is the one that gives him the least pause; it’s the one that needs no modification or analysis. Leo is passion. Passion is Leo. To Logan, at least, it makes sense in a way very little ever has before. It can’t have been even a quarter hour since Leo entered his life, but already Logan knows he’ll never recover. 

Leo’s voice is like honey. It’s like melted butter in a frying pan. It’s like dipping his toes into cold, clear water on a hot summer’s day. It’s like waking up in the morning to sunshine streaming through the gap in his curtains. It’s like laughing and crying all at once. Logan’s strong suit may not be description, but there is no world in which he could not write poetry about Leo Knut’s voice. 

Logan has always fallen in love fast, and this is no exception. 

“...that’s the brilliant part, see? The others think they’ve seen an intruder, so they shoot, and the one at the west gate runs off to see what all the commotion is. Now I’m free to get past his post, and—Logan? Are you listening?”

Logan starts. “How do you know my name?” he asks, somewhat stupidly. 

“I don’t think there’s anyone from here to Prussia who doesn’t know your name, Lo.”

Despite all evidence to the contrary, Logan’s heart really does not melt inside at ‘Lo.’ Plenty of people call him that—his sisters do; most of his friends do; heck, even a few of the servants he’s known for a while. 

But Leo is not plenty of people. 

“Oh,” says Logan, “right.”

“‘Oh,’ he says, like he isn’t the heir to the fucking throne of France—”

“Shut up, Leo!” Logan protests playfully. At least, he tries to pass it off as playful—he’d be lying if he tried to tell himself he isn’t flirting. After all, there’s something truly intimate about using someone’s name in conversation when alone. 

It rolls off his tongue right, too—out loud, it sounds like some sort of tree spirit, or a star in the night sky. For a moment, he even entertains the thought that perhaps Leo is a prince, too; he knows what it’s like to be royalty and can therefore understand Logan’s life in a way so few people can. But just as quickly, he lets himself acknowledge that Leo is no prince. 

For Leo’s hands, when Logan reaches out towards them and takes them in his own, are rough and calloused. These are the hands of a woodworker, or of a hunter. They are not at all like Logan’s own soft, pale, occasionally-inkstained ones, and this alone is proof that he and Leo are and always will be worlds apart. 

He knows why it matters to him, but he also knows why it shouldn’t—after all, there is no world in which he and Leo would ever be able to love each other, anyway. Not when the law and the people and everything else Logan was born to uphold are against it. 

Leo smiles—or, at least, his eyes squint in the telltale way that means he’s smiling—but, even from what little Logan can see of his face, there’s something off about it. It’s halfway between awkwardness and confusion, and Logan isn’t sure there’s a word for exactly what it conveys. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t protest or resist when Leo gently pulls his hands out of Logan’s grasp—or maybe there’s another reason, too. 

“You didn’t answer my other question,” he points out, simply to continue the conversation. He’s not entirely sure what he’d do if he doesn’t hear Leo’s voice again right now, and he doesn’t think he really wants to. “What are you doing here?” 

Leo nods thoughtfully, eyes seeming to darken. His entire personality shifts. He no longer has happiness radiating from every inch of him; he no longer seems to emit warmth like he’s a fire. He becomes cooler and more poised and almost more vicious, but in a way that is, paradoxically, anything but angry. He’s still smiling, though, and Logan has no idea what to think of that. “I’m here to kidnap you.”

It takes Logan a second to register this. Once he does, however, his hands clench into fists and he’s immediately on the defensive. “What?” he asks, but it’s clear this is a how dare you ‘what’ and not a please repeat yourself; I think I misheard ‘what.’ “You—that’s illegal! You can’t just tell the prince of France you’re planning to kidnap him and expect him to let you get away with it!” 

He’s blustering, and he knows it. “I could get you arrested, you know. Every guard on this floor will come running if I just so much as scream!”

It happens so fast he nearly misses it. One second, they’re sitting next to each other, a good two feet between them, and the next, Logan is flat on his back against the pillows, Leo pinning him down with one knee on either side of his torso and his left hand holding both of Logan’s wrists above his head. The other hand is pressing something sharp and cold into Logan’s neck, and he knows without having to look that it’s some sort of dagger. Leo’s bandana has slipped down, too, and his whole face is visible for the first time. 

“You could,” Leo agrees, grinning to reveal a narrow gap between his front teeth and two perfect dimples, “but you’re not going to.”

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wonderful characters by @lumosinlove

thanks to @heyitssmiller for beta reading :)

[fforsythiaaa]

Sweater Weather Tarot

Y’all, never have I ever created fan art or anything... and I still haven’t. Because I can’t draw. But after @lumosinlove mentioned a Sweater Weather tarot deck, I had to cross over this amazing story (which you should 100% read immediately) with my only other creative talent -- reading tarot.

Click through for the Major Arcana as Sweater Weather. (Please, please, someone make my dreams come true and illustrate these.)

spoilers abound, read the fic first!!! 0 - The Fool - James The start of the tarot encourages us to think about the hopeful, confident feelings we have at the beginning of a journey. James is overly excited about welcoming Sirius to the team, about Lily’s pregnancy, then later about Coops and O’Knutzy. He’s a tad oblivious - the main caution that the fool gives us -  but we all wish we had his optimism.

1 - The Magician - Dumo The magician is the one who sees all, knows all, and makes shit happen. Can you think of anyone who better represents creative problem-solving, using intuition to guide actions, charisma, power, benevolence? Daddy Pascal all the way.

2 - The High Priestess - Natalie Even though she’s a relatively minor character, it’s clear to everyone that Natalie knows exactly who she is and she acts like it. She’s a bad-ass who knows what she wants and gets it. That’s the high priestess - balancing our internal and external drives, goals, and motivations.

3 - The Empress - Lily I know, I know, put the pregnant lady on the card featuring.... a pregnant lady? The empress encourages us to embrace our compassion, empathy, and healing powers; she tells us to bring new things into the world, whether that’s literally small people or creative projects or new relationships. She’s so supportive of Loops, James, and Sirius that she deserves this (my favorite card!)

4 - The Emperor - The League Is is cheating to put a kind of abstract body here? The emperor represents the structures in our life that give us rules and regulations. Sometimes, that’s a good thing - we can all use a little routine and structure for stability. Sometimes it can feel oppressive. The League is responsible for bringing all our favorite characters together, but its power makes them feel scared of breaking the rules.

5 - The Hierophant - Minnie A hierophant is a religious leader; in the tarot, he taps into The Rules and uses them to provide guidance on the journey. Minnie, as Sirius’s agent, knows how to guide him along that traditional path as a star hockey player without too much damage to who he is inside. She’s going to work within the system to give the press some Brothers Black drama to distract other news, but she’s proud as hell when he snaps back at nosy reporters. She’s the best.

6 - The Lovers - Coops What did you expect??? In the Tarot, this card isn’t just about romantic relationships with others - it’s also about our relationship to ourselves. Sirius and Remus are both healing and building their relationships with their own identities throughout the course of their careers and lives in SW. Their growth together and individually is what makes them perfect for this card.

7 - The Chariot - Finn This card represents action, action, action - even if you’re not sure which direction that action is headed in. Finn dates June, kisses Leo, runs after Logan, shares their relationship with team... all of this to keep himself moving forward. Maybe it’s not a linear path, but he’s sure as hell skating running down it.

8 - Justice - the Blizzard Honestly I think this card is such a perfect pairing with the High Priestess. Justice asks us to think broadly about what is fair, to ourselves and to others. At Remus’s during All-Stars, Kasey sums up perfectly how Sirius's reaction wasn’t fair to anyone involved -- it’s a moment that really hit home for me what a stand-up guy he is! 

9 - the Hermit - 36 Missed Calls It’s good to take time out to retreat and evaluate yourself, your life, your next steps. The hermit isn’t a “bad” card, by any means. But we can’t hide forever, and we have to choose when our self-reflection is going do the most good, for ourselves and for the ones around us.

10 - Wheel of Fortune - O’Knutzy The wheel reminds us that sometimes it’s best to go with the flow and trust that the right opportunities will present themselves at the right times. Sometimes you just gotta wait 8 years for your missing piece to show up, okay? I’m not crying. 

11 - Strength - Sirius TW: coming out, being outed, abuse (mentions, not graphic) This card always gets me because the Waite-Smith illustration reminds us that strength doesn’t always look like we would assume. Sometimes it’s just surviving, just making it another day, even if you’re not doing the most “courageous” thing. It’s hard to not be out, it’s hard to come out, it’s hard to be outed. And it’s hard to experience abuse and hard to have abuse in your past. Sirius knows a thing or two about strength, okay, plus this card has a lion on it, so there you go.

12 - the Hanged Man - Leo Where the hermit retreats to do his self-reflection and thinking, the hanged man takes his time to reflect out in the open. His upside-down position represents considering that what’s expected of you might not serve you. The most observant guy on the team could teach us a thing or two about stepping back to step up.

13 - Death - Regulus Listen. LISTEN. Death is a great card to pull in the Tarot. It signifies the end of an old chapter and the beginning of a new one. When Regulus and Sirius cut off their mother and Reg agrees to come back to Gryffindor, he ends that chapter of the Black brothers’ lives, allowing a new one to start.

14 - Temperance - Arthur I’m 100% basing this on the snippet that Haz shared where Arthur tells everyone not to bring their relationship drama onto the ice. He’s clearly so happy, but there’s also a game to play and a cup to win. Balance, boys, everything in balance.

15 - the Devil - Paparazzi & Press Sure, we’re mad at the paps and want to characterize them as negatively as possible, but truthfully they’re more complicated. The paparazzi and the press represent the temptation of caring about what others think... it’s fine to care a little bit, but when you care to the point of sacrificing yourself and your own growth, you’ve given into a dangerous temptation. 

16 - the Tower - Greyback, Walburga, and The Photo When everything falls apart in a spectacular mess, that’s the tower for ya. Greyback, Sirius’s mom, and the photo are the ones that set off the chain of obstacles that Sirius and Remus overcome in SW. Of course in hindsight we’re glad the tower fell so that we can build up a better one, but wow, did it have to suck so much? Like the death card, the tower also paves the way for new beginnings, but we can grieve the way it happened. 

17 - the Star - Remus You thought it would be Sirius, didn’t you? Well the star is a “dreams come true” card, and Remus knows something about that. Even when his hockey career was ended before it began, he pivoted and created a new dream to go by; his dreams of love may have taken a back-burner, but now they’re coming truuuue <3 thanks for letting me be so corny

18 - the Moon - Logan The phases of the moon remind us that nothing is permanent. Even if there’s some mystery about what’s going to come next, our worries aren’t going to prevent the sun from rising. Logan was perhaps a little reticent to move from his “ignoring feelings” phase into “yay love amazing relationship” phase. He hid a little bit from himself and from Finn. But it’s all going to be great!

19 - the Sun - Julian & Adele We look to the sun for happiness, confidence, inspiring happiness in others -- the next generation is certainly a source of that. Hazelnuts love Julian and Adele because they represent how amazing life can be for our favorite Lions.

20 - Judgement - Hazel @lumosinlove She’s engineering the whole show. Us Hazelnuts can only wait with bated breath for her to bless us with the next chapters of Sweater Weather and Coast to Coast! 21 - the World - the Cup *knocks on wood* *throws salt over left shoulder* This card is the end of the journey in the Major Arcana and it’s achieving our goals - growth, love, stability, creativity, new knowledge, whatever your heart needs or desires. It’s not just about winning a championship for our characters.... it’s about living a complex and fulfilled life, with love, hockey, self-confidence, family, friends, and maybe a Cup, too. *knocks on wood again*

[healyandthemarauders]

SWEATER WEATHER IS THE FUCKING BEST

!sweater weather by @lumosinlove spoilers!

HOLY SHIT I FINISHED SWEATER WEATHER AND I COULD CRY I THINK ITS MY FAVORITE FIC IVE EVER READ @lumosinlove YOU ARE A GENEOUS OH MY GOD THE ENDING WAS THE BEST POSSIBLE ENDING WE COULD GET AND JUST ALL OF IT WAS SO PERFECT I LOVE THIS FIC MORE THAN LIFE

GONNA GO READ COAST TO COAST BECAUSE OKNUTZY IS MY NEW FAVORITE SHIP EVER

I DONT KNOW WHAT IM GONNA DO WITHOUT HOCKEY AU CONTENT ANYMORE PLS ITS ALL SO WONDERFUL AND JUST WHAT I NEED

THE SPORTS TEAM TROPE IS JUST PERFECT ESPECIALLY AS A SPORTS PLAYER LIKE THE FEELINGS THEY TALK ABOUT ARE JUST SO ACCURATELY DESCRIBED AAHHHHH

I WILL NEVER BE OVER THIS FIC. EVER. GONNA GO REREAD IT. OVER AND OVER AGAIN. 

[bakamoonshine]

Writing Masterlist!

Requests are: closed

*** = coming soon,  🌻 = request

Harry Potter / Marauders / SW

O’Knutzy

Goalie Appreciation - 18+ O’knutzy car sex

Coops

Gazing At My Star - Coops stargazing

George Weasley

Jersey of Champions - George gives you his jersey to wear after winning a quidditch match.

Sugar and Smoke - You think George slips you a love potion. 

Draco Malfoy

Throne - Draco is teasing you, but you secretly know he cares too much.

Strawberries, Sunflowers, and Lemon Pie 🌻 - Draco smells you, a Hufflepuff student’s, scent in Amortentia and realizes he’s in love with you. But not before he freaks out a little bit.

A Surprise Encounter🌻 - A trans male reader experiences gender dysphoria, and Draco comforts him.

Sirius Black

Best Friends🌻 - Non-binary teen Sirius helps you figure out your gender.

Non-Fandom Related

Black Angel - Artemis Lyss finds herself in the middle of a war with the potential power to put an end to it. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

[peanut-in-the-goal]

Ha, I hate birthdays and Leo is suffering with me yeah?

characters belong to @lumosinlove

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Damn it!

Leo let out a frustrated breath, his shoulders tensed and teeth clenched together tightly. Like he was preparing for someone to yell at him and he knew they were right. Because they were, he fucked up, he lost them the game.

His first game.

Of course, he lost his first game, who would he be if he didn’t make a fool of himself on tv. Fuck.

He can’t blame the other guys for being quiet and hardly acknowledging him on the bus. After all, he was a rookie, and if tonight was anything to go by, then not a very good one. He couldn’t help but feel guilty, knowing that everyone else probably resented him because of this.

Logically he knew it wasn’t all his fault. Their defense had fallen apart and everyone was still shaken from when Kasey got hurt in the first quarter. But there were definitely some shots he could have saved.

Four.

He let four shots in, when Henrik Lundqvist, one of the goalies he used to watch online before his own games, got a shut out. As if that didn’t make it so much worse. He idolized this guy, waking up early on game days just so he could watch Lundqvist play, and block the goal. He’d try to mimic his saves at practice, hoping that one day he’d get the chance to actually meet him.

And he did get to meet him. Not formally of course, no. Leo got to meet him in the sense of, they glared at each other from across the ice whilst Leo made more and more horrendous attempts of trying to stop the shot.

How did he even make it into the league?

Leo truthfully couldn’t tell. His father had always told him that goalies were set up to fail. If the offense has a good shot or strike of luck, then more often than not there would be nothing you could do about it.

Sure, he made a lot of good saves as well. The Rangers had gotten a lot of shots on them that game, the puck mostly stayed on their half of the ice. 

To be honest, they hadn’t really stood a chance. Not with Cap’s remaining nerves about his ankle and how Kasey leaving shook everyone up.

The interviews had drilled into Leo after the game. 

As a rookie, and this being your first real game, how did it feel when you let four goals in?

Leo had clenched his teeth. He was pissed at himself but knew he couldn’t lose it in an interview.

Well. I feel as if this is just another reason for me to train harder. I’m looking forward to playing the Rangers again later in the season.

He felt all eyes trailing him when Dumo had come and they walked away from the cameras towards the lockerroom. Leo’s face was blank, having learned a long time ago that you can’t let the games get to you. Of course, if they did, then you can’t let it show. Keep your head up and work harder. 

Logan had nudged him with his knee on the bus. Leo didn’t respond. His AirPods were playing, drowning everything out. He was hoping the music would also drown out the thoughts telling him that he wasn’t good enough. No such luck.

He focused on resting his elbows on his knees, eyes glaring holes into his own feet. He heard Logan sigh before softly headbutting Leo’s shoulder. Normally, the childish antics would’ve made him laugh, but not today.

Logan had surprisingly opened up a lot more to him. He was no longer so guarded around him, didn’t mind when Leo would walk up to him and hug him. He was okay with showing emotions around him, not acting like he had to always be okay or be strong for everyone else.

Not when it felt like Logan was only doing it because he had to. Cap had done that too, pulling him to the side to tell him that everyone had bad games. It wasn’t Leo’s fault, they were in this as a team. It was still hard to believe him.

If I were just a little faster, if I had seen the play coming, if I were better and if I worked harder.

He could picture his dad telling him it was okay when he was younger. Even with all the training in the world, he wasn’t going to stop every shot. But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

Logan eventually gave up on trying, accepting that the drive back to the hotel room was going to be silent. 

When they arrived back, there was some talk of a team dinner, but no one seemed too hyped about it. Leo s gaze looked distant, he was thinking about something. Probably about what he should’ve done. 

Logan huffed, and Finn looked over at him. Logan gestured to Leo with a jerk of his head, catching his attention. Leo looked like he wanted to say something, but whatever it was he didn’t.

Instead, Leo padded quietly into his and Logan’s room. Logan and Finn both shared another look before waving to the others goodnight and following Leo. 

Leo seemed to be staring off into space when they walked in. He sat in the middle of his bed crisscrossed, and his shoes and sweatshirt were discarded on the floor.

“Peanut,” Logan said in a sing-song like manner. Leo blanked before looking towards the door where Logan and Finn stood.

“What… Hi.” He said softly, his accent cutting through his words more than normal. It would’ve been cute if he didn’t look so sad. He raised his hands to take his headphones out, the AirPods case shutting with a click.

“Nutter Butter.” Finn sat beside him on the bed. He knocked their shoulders together, making them both sway softly. “What’s wrong?”

Leo just shook his head, he flipped his AirPod case between his hands. He smiled slightly at the case. A gift from Logan, he said it reminded him of Leo. The thought never failed to make him smile. It was a cartoonish peanut with the monocle, cape, and top hat that served as a reminder that there was always somewhere he belonged, no matter how much he thinks he messed up.

He was safe with the team who wouldn’t hate him if he missed a save. No one hated Cap if he missed a shot. 

“I shouldn’t have missed those shots…” He mumbled. The guilt was eating away at him. The guilt of letting all his teammates down. Because he’s looked up the Lions for so long and almost didn’t believe it when he made the team. It was his dream, and now that he has it he’s so worried he messed it up.

“Knut no.” Logan jumped on the bed, making all of them bounce. It brought a ghost of a smile onto his face before it dropped again. ”Those weren’t your fault, you know that. We all have bad games but it’s only the beginning of the season. This was a game we could afford to lose. Sure, it’s not preferred but that’s what practice is for.”

Leo shrugged. “I guess… It just kind of sucks that I couldn’t block them you know? I let the nerves get to me or I just wasn’t good enough, I don’t know.”

Finn gasped in mock outrage. “Hey, excuse you! That is my friend you’re talking about!” 

Leo grinned. “You’re friend needs to work harder then.”

“Okay, that’s it!” Finn twisted and grabbed a pillow from behind him. He snatched it before turning and smacking Leo with it.

The pillow made a satisfying plop sound when it hit. Logan sniggered at the expression on Leo’s face.

“Tu viens de me frapper avec un oreiller?” Leo asked incredously. The sadness from the game still lingered but the atmosphere had changed completely. 

“French,” Finn complained. Leo smirked, which resulted in him getting hit with another pillow.

“What, hey!” Leo grabbed his own pillow to fight back, and Logan joined soon after. Soon they were all laughing and tired, wondering where that energy boost came from but grateful for it either way.

“Okay, come on.” Finn jumped off the bed, pulling at Leo’s arm, making him stumble and almost fall.

“Harzy, what? Where’re we going?” 

“Ice cream! I saw this place and it’s not too far from here we can walk, or steal the team bus, but I doubt Moody would let us have the keys again after what me and Logan did last time.” Finn rambled, still pulling Leo to the door.

Leo furrowed his eyebrows. “What did y’all do?” 

“That’s not important,” Logan said quickly. “Let’s go, ice cream time.”

“That is definitely not in our diet plan.”

“No one has to know!” Finn declared triumphantly.

“Wait, hey! I don’t even have shoes on,” Leo complained. 

“You don’t need them!”

“Logan, it’s raining.”

“That’s beside the point.”

“Finn."

[splendidlyinlove]

I Find Myself Running Home to Your Sweet Nothings

Pairing: O’Knutzy 

Rating: Everyone 

Summary: Leo and Logan are being themselves and Finn cannot deal and accidently asks them to marry him. 

Read it on ao3!

All characters are from the wonderful mind of @lumosinlove

Finn was going to melt into the floor. He started pondering the details of his impending doom about two minutes ago. How would it feel to be within each individual grain of the wood? Would he be completely liquid? Or is this more of an oobleck situation? Would he stain the floor? All questions would be answered soon, he was sure of it, because still in front of him was the most beautiful picture he had ever seen. 

Leo had his hands around the collar of Finn’s old Harvard sweatshirt that Logan was wearing. His feet were digging into the ground for leverage while the rest of his body pushed against Logan’s trying to push Logan to the ground. Logan, never one to be outdone, pushed back with just as much fervor, head to the side against Leo’s chest, fingers scrambling over his very own Harvard sweatshirt that Leo was wearing, trying to jam a finger into Leo’s ribs or pinch the inside of his arm, anything to get the upper hand. 

And they were laughing. Eyes crinkled, noses scrunched, out of breath laughing. Muffled giggles had been emanating from the tangle of limbs for two minutes into the kitchen bathed in morning light. Finn didn't remember how it had started. One minute he was reading at the table, a furrow between his brow and glasses slipping down his nose and the next his book had fallen closed, his face flushed, and his mouth was opening and closing in awe. Finn could do nothing but stare as the scene unfolded.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       “Get off me!” 

“Give up!”

“No! Ow! You bit me, that's a penalty Tremblay!” 

“Get over it Butter.” Leo scoffed and turned his head to Finn. 

“Finn, tell him that he can’t- Fish? Baby what’s the matter?” 

Both Leo and Logan immediately paused, loosening their grip on each other slightly. Their heads turned to Finn and their eyes filled with quiet concern. And Finn just couldn’t anymore. Not with the way they looked when the sun streamed through the windows like that. Not with the way their laughs bounced off the walls and reverberated to his heart. Not with the sleepy smiles, and the ruffled hair, and paring of a too small and too big sweatshirt, and Logan’s small scar on his nose scrunched up in joy, and Leo’s tuft of gray hair falling into his eyes, and, and, and. So, before he could catch himself, he blurted out the only two words that made any sense to him at that moment. 

“Marry me?!?!” It came out louder than Finn expected. It rang through the room, blanketing all other noise and replacing it with a shocked silence. Logan’s mouth opened in shock, Leo’s eyes widened, and Finn was now going to melt into the floor for an entirely different reason. But he stayed still, bracing himself for impact, hoping to God that someone said something soon. 

For five whole seconds there was nothing but quiet. But then a smile that burned like the sun spread across Leo’s face and Logan’s eyes began to shine as his dimples made an appearance. They rushed over to Finn, engulfed him in their arms and whispered yes against his skin a thousand times over between I love yous.

Kisses were given so feverishly that his glasses got knocked askew, hands were everywhere, smiles were glued to faces. They eventually tumbled to the floor piled on top of each other, the joy was insurmountable. Finn got this. He got this for the rest of his life, he got it forever, he got it for next Wednesday, he got it for his eightieth birthday, he got this. Finn laughed when his tears started to flow.  

He loved his life. 

[the-cubs]

Spontaneous.

Leo came out in a post-game interview.

He hadn’t planned it, hadn't come out to the team yet and hadn't discussed it with his boys. It was spontaneous and he couldn't help it and it felt like it was the right time.

He had volunteered to do the interview. It was the first game after Sirius had been outed so the press were going to be asking for opinions and fishing for drama, no one else on the team had wanted to be faced with the sort of questions that might have been posed so he had donned his goalie mask and thrown himself to the wolves. All of the questions up to a point were relatively easy and a surprising amount of the reports had kept to questions about the game.

The whole team had stuck around so they could hear what was said and offer the best support possible and they had all been rather pleased with the direction the interview had taken so far but then Rita Skeeter had started talking and it had taken a turn for the worse and Leo got mad and wanted to shut them all up.

She was trying to goad him into bad mouthing his captain and Leo wasn't having it, so when she plastered on her insipid little smile and asked him how he thought a homosexual player in the league would affect the younger audience of the game he took a deep breath, painted on his own obviously fake smile and gave diplomacy the proverbial middle finger because while there were many ways he could give a fake, pre-planned answer to that question, but it had struck a chord in him and he refused to let something like that slide.

“Well Rita I'm so glad you asked because that is something that needs to be talked about isn't it,” she instantly perked up and adjusted her grip on the fluffy green monstrosity she called a pen, the other reporters looked up, clearly seeing the look in his eye that she wasn't and wanting to see where this was going but the looks that most made him want to stop this tangent were the ones from his team, the shock, horror and confusion on their faces knocking at his confidence but he brushed it off and continued anyway.

“I've always enjoyed watching and playing hockey and I know that it is just as influential to so many others as it was for me growing up. And Sirius is six years older than me, I've been watching him play since I was twelve, he is as much a hero for me as he is for anyone else, but one thing that I would never allow him is credit for my own sexuality.”

And suddenly the smile on his face was replaced by stormy anger and people were starting to understand where this was going because, oh my god-is he-did he just say-I think he did.

“The fact that you would try to take away from mine and so many other people's journeys to acceptance of our varying degrees of homosexuality by saying that we are young and impressionable and have been tricked or influenced by people in the mainstream media is offensive and disgusting. Yes, Sirius is gay, yes, he has been a figure in my life that I have been aware of and looked up to since I was a child and yes, I am gay. But the fact that you would try to insinuate that any of those things are linked either in my situation or in anybody else's is so disrespectful that I don't know how I will ever look you in the eye again. Self-discovery and acceptance are important parts of life Miss Skeeter, do not attempt to belittle anybody's attempt at finding themselves, it is insulting.”

And, oh, the silence that fell after that little outburst was so gratifying that Leo could almost forget that he's had just come out on a live broadcast on national TV. But not quite and now he wanted to run away and hid under a mountain of pillows and blankets because god damn it, after that he fucking deserves to.

So, without another word he nodded, turned on n his heel and marched past the nose stunned faces of his team to the locker room where he sat shaking and let the adrenalin drain or of his system before silently going through the motions of his post-game routine.

And if, as he cooked dinner that night his boys were turning his bed into a man-sized pillow cave for them to hide from the world in, well, he certainly wasn't complaining.

@lumosinlove

[moonofthenight]

My Playlists

I've made a few playlists over the last months and thought I might share them here as well. They are by no means finished, I always add new songs if I find one that's fitting! I've made these playlists based on the vibe of the relationship/person/show. Most songs have a fitting lyrics but there are also some that are there for the mood.

The first six ships belong to @lumosinlove

coops

this playlist is a whole emotional rollercoaster, it's sad, happy and sappy but so so coops

o'knutzy

this one is mostly cute and adorable, very much giving away the "I'm so fucking in love" vibe

finnlo

this is, as you may have suspected, very sad. there are like two happy songs in there but it's great to get in the finnlo mood

o'darwin

this one has a very chill, happy but also adventurous vibe

skip a beat

this playlist is for the O'Knutzy Dance AU that I am writing/that I wrote. It is mostly very happy and has songs on it that fit the story but also songs that you just want to dance to! It is cute but also upbeat

st. tweedle

it has island vibes but also a few sad songs cause it's st. tweedle. since we don't know much about them yet this playlist will probably grow and change from time to time

young royals - happy

their relationship isn't all heartbreak so I captured the happy feelings with this playlist

young royals - sad

the more canon version

i don't feel like our love is brand new

it's for one my absolute favourite wilmon fanfiction of all time (by @prince-simon on AO3); it mostly got more of a happy, dancy vibe and is really really sappy

can i put a ring on it?

yes, it's a wedding playlist and yes it's for the fic above this link - it's very emotional but it gets so fun and upbeat towards the end !

wilhelm

it's soft and powerful, just like our favourite swedish prince

simon

want to feel badass? this might be the perfect playlist for you; but beware, you might get surprised by some emotional songs in between

i hope you have a nice Christmas

(The Wilmon Christmas playlist (in a happier universe where they actually get to spend it together))

would you kiss me?

the nick and charlie playlist (very much a "coming off age" movie vibe and it includes the songs from charlie's playlist for nick)

nick nelson

generally, it has very good vibes but you might get emotional from time to time

charlie spring

to be honest with you, this is just emotional but in a good way... most of the time

[wonder-womans-ex]

The High Road

Chapter the Second: In Which Logan Begins to Realize He May Be Slightly Stupid

It’s dark in the carriage.

Or maybe that’s the blindfold. Logan isn’t sure. In any case, he can’t see, and he wants to.

It isn’t that Logan is afraid of the dark—in fact, the opposite is true; he finds it soothing in a way the bright light of oil lamps, or the sun, will never be—but he still likes to be aware of his surroundings. Being alone in a dark carriage with his kidnapper—however good-looking that kidnapper may be—is not doing very good things to his sense of security.

He yelps when the carriage jerks unexpectedly—going over a bump in the road, maybe, or perhaps a pothole—and causes him to hit his head on something that feels a lot like a window. Probably because it is a window.

Immediately, his hand flies up to touch the sore spot on the back of his skull. He hisses in pain, glad that his wrists aren’t bound behind his back.

“You all right?” Leo asks, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Yeah. No thanks to you, though,” grumbles Logan. He’s in pain, but it’s not like he’s about to admit it to the guy who kidnapped him.

“Are you sure? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Do you want me to—”

“Good grief!” Logan sighs in agitation. “I’m fine. Truly. Why do you care, anyway?”

“It would not reflect well on me if I let the Prince of France die while I was on the job. Head wounds are serious business, you know.”

Logan honestly can’t tell whether or not he’s joking. “Does that mean you’re not going to kill me?”

In lieu of an answer, Leo comes to sit next to him. Side by side, they lean against the carriage wall, and Logan’s breath catches in his throat when Leo reaches out to squeeze his hand.

“But why take me, then? If not to…” he trails off.

The smirk in Leo’s voice is audible. “You’ll find out soon enough.” He pauses for a moment, then, “Are you pouting?”

Logan hastily rearranges his expression. “No.”

“You were!”

“I wasn’t pouting!”

(He was pouting.)

“Sure thing,” Leo says, nudging Logan’s rib cage with one elbow. “Sure thing.”

Logan can’t be sure when he drifts off, but he does know that the rumble of the carriage on the cobbled street and the warmth of Leo’s body against his both help to slowly lull him to sleep. He does register when his head drops to rest on Leo’s shoulder, however, and he feels a calloused hand stroke his hair once, gently, before he becomes lost to the world completely.

When Logan wakes, it’s with a start. He opens his eyes, and he’s a bit startled to be able to see the outlines of trees and the faint glow of a handheld torch. His blindfold must have come off while he was sleeping, he reasons, and, sure enough, the band of cloth hangs loosely around his neck.

“Oh, you’re awake,” says a voice to his left, and he sees Leo’s face illuminated by yet another torch. He’s standing just outside of the carriage—the two doors at the side have been left open, and Leo’s busy making a fire out of a small pile of sticks and bracken.

Logan yawns, somewhat against his will. He’s still in what he was wearing when he first saw Leo, back in his room, and the velvet collar of his frock coat is beginning to itch. He takes it off, shivering when the cool night air hits the thin silk of his shirt.

He feels Leo watching him.

Sure enough, when he turns around, Leo’s head is tilted to one side, a curious expression on his face. For the first time, Logan truly realizes the difference between them—he’s just taken off and carelessly discarded a garment that probably cost three times the amount of money Leo will ever have. In fact, he wonders how Leo, in his blouse and tunic, isn’t freezing.

Then it occurs to him that maybe Leo is freezing, and just hasn’t said anything.

“Are you cold?” he asks, as he steps carefully to the ground. With one hand, he steadies himself against the door, and with the other, he holds out his coat. “Do you want it?”

Leo smiles. “I’m fine, really,” he says. “Thank you for the offer, though.”

There’s an awkward pause as Logan nods slightly, and then Leo sits down, patting the space beside him. Logan hesitates, not entirely too pleased about sitting on the ground, but then forces himself to throw that notion away. He’s been kidnapped—he can’t expect to be waited on at every turn.

The dirt road is cold and unforgiving, and he’s fairly sure he might be sitting on a pebble, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t want to act too much like the spoiled prince he is—who knows how thin Leo’s patience is? There has to be a line somewhere, and, seeing that Leo is a hardened criminal with a knife and the only means of transportation for what could be miles around, Logan isn’t going to test it.

“Are you hungry?” asks Leo once he’s got the fire going. His cheekbones cast shadows across his face in the dim light, and a few more curls have come loose from his bandana, but Logan doesn’t notice that. Not at all.

“Yes?” he says tentatively, really not wanting to say anything that will get him on Leo’s bad side.

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Is that a trick question?”

He’s genuinely curious—and more than a little scared—but Leo just tilts his head back and laughs. “You’ve got more fire than you than I expected, prince,” he says, a grin on his face. “It’ll do you well where we’re going.”

Logan doesn’t know what to say to that, so he just nods.

“I’ve got bread, and I think some cheese,” Leo continues, still smiling, “in the carriage. Want some?”

Logan nods again.

Against his will, his eyes follow Leo as he stands up, stretching his arms over his head, and then makes his way towards the front of the carriage. He disappears around the other side, but Logan watches as his feet go up onto tiptoes, probably to reach into the driver’s seat.

He makes sure his eyes are focused elsewhere, however, by the time Leo returns, sitting down beside him. He’s holding a threadbare rucksack—the fabric is so worn out in places that Logan can almost see what’s inside.

“Here,” Leo whispers as he undoes the buckles and reaches inside, pulling out a bundle of cloth with something inside it. “It’s all we’ve got, though, so don’t eat it all at once.”

“Right.” Logan nods a few times absentmindedly, chewing on his lower lip. He’s hungry, but he’s not sure how this is supposed to work—what exactly is the etiquette for dining with one’s kidnapper? Simply for lack of anything else to say, he asks, “Why are we whispering?”

It’s almost comical—Leo visibly starts. “Oh,” he says, still whispering. “It’s Jackson. The guy driving. He’s asleep.”

You know your driver’s name? Logan manages to stop himself the instant before he says it; he’s pretty sure the remark—or any like it, for that matter—wouldn’t go over well. Instead, he just nods, and takes the piece of bread Leo offers him.

They eat in silence. It’s the kind of silence that’s caught just between comfortable and awkward—Logan’s least favourite kind. He tries to speak, but the words get stuck in his throat.

Maybe that’s for the best. He’s not sure what he was going to say, anyway, and, with his luck, it’d be something pompous and ignorant that would make Leo realize that he, Logan, really isn’t worth it and leave him here on the side of the road for the next group of vagabonds to find.

After a few more bites of (slightly stale, but he’s not going to mention it) bread, he finally manages to think of a relatively safe topic to bring up. “Where are we going, anyway?”

“All in due time, Prince,” Leo grins. “All in due time.”

Well. That was short-lived. Logan wonders if Leo does actually realize that Logan is trying to exchange more than the bare minimum of words necessary and is avoiding it, or if he’s really just that oblivious.

“So you won’t tell me where you’re taking me—or why.” He isn’t even aiming for a response this time; he just needs to be talking; he just needs the empty silence to be filled. “I don’t know where we are, and something tells me you don’t, either. All I do know is that you’re called Leo—though it’s just occurred to me that that might not be your real name—and you’re stupidly brave enough to kidnap the heir to the throne of France in broad daylight.”

There’s a pause, as if the whole world—or their little corner of it, anyway—is holding its breath. Then Leo tips his head back, throat bared to the night air, and lets out a sharp bark of laughter that’s unlike anything Logan has ever heard before.

Logan is used to small laughter. Polite smiles. A ladylike giggle hidden behind a gloved hand. The occasional chuckle from his father. He’s used to the quiet of people either playing up amusement that isn’t there or smothering what is.

He is most certainly not used to the way Leo is laughing now—full and joyful and easy. He knows without really having to ask or even guess that this is Leo’s happiness: contagious and all-encomapassing.

And so Logan begins to laugh too. It starts with a guffaw, and, before he knows it, he’s rocking back and forth on the dirt road, cheeks red, stomach muscles aching. He doesn’t think he’s ever laughed like this. He doesn’t think he’s ever been allowed to.

The fire in front of them crackles merrily. It seems almost as though the flames are reaching higher than before, laughing along with them, but Logan knows that’s not possible.

That doesn’t mean he can’t pretend.

He doesn’t know what it is—the stars above them, glittering, thousands upon thousands of spectators; the crinkle of Leo’s eyes and the way he finally pulls the bandana off of his head, letting a mess of golden-blond curls fall over his ears; the knowledge that they’re as good as alone, so long as they don’t wake the driver (Logan could remember his name if he tried, but he can’t bring himself to) and Logan has knows all his life that alone means freedom—but something makes him shift closer. Something makes him lean in until their faces are almost touching; they’re breathing the same air.

Neither of them is laughing anymore.

Logan’s gaze flickers down to the subtle pout of Leo’s perfect lips, and then back up to meet his oh-so-blue eyes. He lets himself forget the fear he always feels whenever he thinks about something like this—he lets himself forget everything except the warmth of Leo’s breath and the… dull pain in his arm as Leo grabs his shoulder and shoves him away.

“We can’t.”

Logan knows they can’t. But he thought they were pretending.

“Right,” he says, but it comes out so quietly that even he himself can’t hear it. So, because there’s nothing else he can do, not really, he clears his throat and tries again. “Right.”

Something in him desperately wants to ask why. The problem—or one of them, anyway—is that he’s almost positive he doesn’t want to know the answer.

So he simply turns his head away, tracing the pad of one finger lightly through the dusty soil next to him. Logan est ici, he writes. Logan is here.

They let the quiet stretch on for a few minutes. Somewhere just outside the reach of the fireglow, an owl hoots, low and melancholy. The sound echoes, and a shiver runs down Logan’s spine.

“Well,” says Leo eventually, “I suppose you’re getting chilly. Get back in the carriage—make yourself comfortable; it’ll be a few hours until we can travel again.”

“What are you going to do?”

A shrug. “Tend to the horses. Stoke the fire. Make sure you aren’t assassinated. Travelling with a stolen member of the royal family is risky business, you know.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I slept when you did.” Leo’s voice is short. “A little, anyway. I’ll be fine.”

Logan nods, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it. It’s a nervous habit of his—one that countless nannies and governesses tried to no avail to train him out of as a child. “All right.”

Nearly half an hour later, Leo, in solitude for the first time in what feels like far too long, draws a heart in the dirt with the toe of his shoe. He then crouches down, writing something inside it that Logan, watching through the carriage window, either can’t quite make out or doesn’t quite want to.

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wonderful characters by @lumosinlove

thanks to @heyitssmiller for beta reading <3

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Okay, @lumosinlove, you gave us birthdays for O’Knutzy and I’m back on my witchy bullshit with some short lil chart readings.

Leo Knut February 11, 2000 - New Orleans, LA

Sun: Aquarius Moon: Taurus Ascendant: Pisces

As a Pisces rising, Leo can appear to be sensitive and even dreamy. He comes across as caring, empathetic, and idealistic. He values love (romantic, familial, and platonic) as a concept and as a primary motivation in his life, and he sees the world through a creative lens.

His sun in Aquarius contributes to his identity as a unique and intelligent individual. Leo isn’t satisfied to accept the status quo; taking a risk for what he believes in is central to his core being.

People with a moon in Taurus have a strong intuition and connection to their emotional landscapes. Sometimes, that manifests as emotional maturity; other times, it presents the challenge of getting too wrapped up to see others’ intentions clearly. Taurus moons are best represented by snuggling, cooking as an expression of love, and clear communication in romantic partnerships.

Leo was born under a crescent moon, indicating that his taking risks and breaking through expectations will play a big role in the way he finds success and happiness.

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THINGS I LOVE ABOUT:

Sweater Weather, by @lumosinlove

... and other related works.

SPOILER FREE

Short(er) Remus Rights. One of the big things I dislike about a lot of people within any fandom is how much they can sometimes gatekeep different interpretations of characters. Remus and Sirius get a lot of this - there are interpretations of their characters that the majority of the fandom has decided to agree on, and anything outside of that is somehow wrong. For me, Remus is the hardest, because my interpretation is at times the exact opposite of what the fandom seems to have agreed on. I won't go into too much detail here, but one of my points is that I imagine Remus as shorter and smaller than Sirius. A lot of people will come for your next if you don't think that Remus is like seven feet tall or something ridiculous. Overall, Hazel's Remus has always lined up a lot with my interpretation of him. It's just nice to see Remus written and described in a way that I also imagine him in my head. (I may make another post explaining myself more in depth on this one...)

Use of French, and Hockey Accuracy. When reading Sweater Weather, I would be constantly translating the French that is used by multiple characters in the story, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the use of the language seemed to be a lot more accurate and genuine than a simple google translate plug (which... No hate, I've been there.) It made me wonder if Hazel actually knows French? At least a little? Also the descriptions of Hockey both on and off the ice feel really real and accurate, especially after I finished the story and started to look more into Hockey (because I'm probably on my way to becoming a Hockey fan now) and was ecstatic to find a lot of the things being discussed in the story also being discussed in real hockey clips and videos. This is most likely due to Hazel being a Hockey fan and actually understanding the sport instead of just fudging it. (Which again, I would be guilty of.)

Healthy Polyamorous Relationship(s). I have very rarely read anything with a polyamorous relationship. Period. But when I do I have that awful monogomous-normative voice in the back of my head that tells me which two are "actually in love" and which one is "the third wheel" and I definitely don't have that awful voice regarding the real life polyamorous relationships I've seen. Hazel does a wonderful job at developing every interpersonal relationship with O'Knutzy as well as how they all work together. (And O'Darwin is new to me, but I already love it so, so much)

Varying Relationship Lengths. There are relationships of varying shapes and sizes. Some take years to say "I love you" while others are engaged less than two years after getting together. I think it's easy to forget nowadays that you don't need to be dating for years before getting married and starting a family - and it doesn't need to be in that order.

That Hurt/Comfort tho. Hurt/Comfort is may favorite genre perhaps ever. And in Hockey there is a lot of hurt, so it makes sense to be followed up by a lot of comfort. It's perfect. *chef's kiss*

Feeling Things With The Characters. In almost every scene I could feel how each character felt and kind of get a sense of what's going on in their heads. There were times in these works where I could really feel that longing or loneliness or pain or sadness. I don't get to feel that intensely that often when reading fanfiction, and these fics make me feel all the things.

These are just a few of the broader themes I enjoyed while reading Sweater Weather.

SPOILERS AHEAD

TOP FIVE FAVORITE SCENES:

The All Stars Game (AKA all of Chapter 15) I loved this chapter, because it captures the entire arc of the pain Remus and Sirius feel after being outed, the steps they take to actually talk about it and talk to eachother again and get through it together, to once again being on the same page, and rooting for and protecting eachother more fiercely than ever. I loved the team members coming over to be with Remus and watch the game, I loved Remus's past coming to light, I loved Sirius punching Greyback in the face, Regulus being rescued. I even loved hearing the terrible things the press had to say, because I love that kind of drama it gets me so worked up (... In works of fiction. In real life that stuff would make me very, very angry.)

Remus Talking to Logan (Chapter 13) I love this scene because it really shows basically every side of the O'Knutzy drama, and because I could really feel Logan's pain and panic in this scene. I loved how soft and kind Remus was in trying to talk to Logan about it, at the same time trying to keep him calm. I loved Finn walking in and seeing that Logan was hurting and immediately wanting to fix it, nearly ready to fight Remus, who was getting in his way. And I love the final part, where Remus suggests Logan tell 'them' he loves them, all the while promising himself he would tell Sirius the same thing. I think this scene is the perfect crossover point between Coast to Coast and Sweater Weather, and progresses both storylines flawlessly.

Family Skate (Chapter 12) I think it's hat I liked most about this scene was the Team learning not only that Remus used to play, but just how good he was, and still is. I loved how shocked they are, and the foreshadowing when Arthur asks Remus if he has any tapes. I really like the somber tone around Remus's injury, and how tragic it is, and the team can really understand that. It also sets the time for just how much this injury is affecting Remus even to this day. Aside from all that serious stuff, seeing the Team with little kids is also super cute. And James finding out about the necklace.

The Game Against Vegas (Chapter 16) I liked this scene a lot because you can really feel how much the team wants to avenge Remus. I liked the tense interactions between Remus and Greyback, especially the part where Remus said "you're not my teammate". One of my favorite moments is at the end of this chapter when Remus is spiraling in a gas station parking lot, and all of his old superstitions are coming back to him. The Angst Levels are astronomical.

Leo and Finn Like Eachother (Coast to Coast, Chapter 4) I honestly loved this scene so much, the emotional roller coaster Leo went through, the hesitance surrounding the whole "all three of us" question. The pain Leo feels when he thinks the kiss was only out of confusion, and that Finn only loved Logan. The relief he feels when Finn says he likes him. It's just a master piece. (Honorable mention for when all three of them get together in the next chapter: it was such a close tie.)

All in all, Sweater Weather is such a good read, and I love that I'm still immersed even after I've read the fic so many times. I'm going to keep following Vaincre, and I have a lot of ficlets planned out for this universe, coming soon.

Lots of love and praise to Hazel, who wrote not only such a good story, but wonderful characters (both Harry Potter, and original) as well.