#finnlo

[lumosinlove]

Just saw something on Pinterest that says “a sea of rum couldn’t intoxicate me as much as a drop of you” and we all know who prefers to drink rum and who has big green eyes that give away half of the waterfalls of love he thinks about so anyway it’s really snowy outside how’s everyone doing

[fruitcoops]

Harvard, Baby

Breakaway-era FinnLo, you break me. Ever been so madly in love with someone your organs start growing their own hearts to break? You may be entitled to financial compensation. Contact Finn C. O'Hara for more information (or, I suppose, @lumosinlove 's brilliant brain). Thanks for making Logan so I can put him in moose-themed shirts <3

Logan leans back, laughing, like he’s going to splay out and look up at the stars the way they so often do—and in their haze, it seems they both forget how full the bottle clutched to his chest actually is. Finn reaches out too late. Whiskey sloshes over Logan’s neck and collarbones, making him startle and yelp and sit up, arms out, baffled.

They break down again. There’s nothing for it.

“Merde,” Logan mutters, setting the bottle down with too much care. He swipes at the few droplets on his arms and sleeves, looks down at himself, and sighs. The flannel comes off with only a bit of struggle. He’s left in a white tee with a gaudy moose on the back, Bienvenue! stretching over its head and between his shoulders. His necklace falls out the soaked neckline when he leans forward to assess the damage.

“It’s not so bad,” Finn remarks.

Logan’s nose crinkles at the side. “Sorry. I know it’s a nice bottle.”

It’s true—Finn used his Christmas money for it. But he bought it just for this. For them. For the roof.

Looking at Logan shake his shirt out, he can’t imagine it would look better in any other place.

“Here,” he says, reaching across the (always too) small space between them, shrugging his own overshirt off as he goes. He daubs at Logan’s arm (hot so hot always so hot) and presses cotton to his chest, drinking in the tang of alcohol on the night breeze. It’s warm, for spring. He can smell the undertones of the whiskey on Logan’s skin.

This close, he can see porch-light reflecting off the dampness on Logan’s neck, not yet evaporated. A bit dribbles down into the hollow of his throat, past the thick cord of his necklace, vanishing into the wet patch above his collarbone. It’s good whiskey. He can hardly imagine how it would be to taste it off Logan. To take fabric between his teeth and drink every drop, then fix his mouth to the warm skin beneath.

Finn looks, and for a moment, it’s devastation.

He looks, and it’s Logan.

Green eyes, calm and quiet and deeper than the deepest sea. A sharp jaw begging to be kissed, to be bitten. Lips curled in what would be a wry grin if it wasn’t so him. He doesn’t flinch. It’s so much worse. They’re so close like this. They’re always too close.

“Finn.”

Finn fights the flutter of his eyes and feels the breath in his lungs go still. Logan’s voice around his name—not Harzy, ‘arzy, mon ami—and nobody home. Nobody’s home, not really. Just Percy, and Will, and maybe Dylan. A couple of the guys who haven’t left for break. Maybe even Cole, but he’s supposed to leave in the morning, he wouldn’t be out tonight, wouldn’t see if Finn finally collapsed under the tingling gooseflesh weight of that voice on his name. Yours-and-yours-and-yours, his heart beats. He would roll Logan onto his back, he thinks. Right here on the shingles. He’d kiss him until he couldn’t taste the alcohol, just Logan and spit and body and Logan. They really didn’t have that much. Not at all. He’d die for just a moment of it.

“Harzy.”

‘arzy.

Does he want Finn’s heart on a plate? He’ll give it to him now, with a shot to chase it. Oh, god, he can’t take another moment of this rib-clenching want in the night and his name. He wants to make Logan laugh like that again, loud, free, just to kiss it from his lips.

Logan looks sober. And sad.

Finn wants to apologize. His mouth is numb and empty. “Is that better?” he asks, ragged.

“Ouais,” Logan whispers back. The silence, the silence. Please please please please. “We should go inside. You’re drunk.”

Finn shakes his head. Please please pleasepleaseplease.

“I’m cold.”

He could cry. He could fucking cry. Would Logan break if he did? “I’ll get a blanket.”

That’s the thing of it all, that’s the fucking thing, is he can see it all over Logan’s face and his wildfire eyes and the unhappy curve of his mouth. He wouldn’t tell Finn no, if he took the cord of his necklace between his teeth and sucked it clean. He wouldn’t push him away if his neckline followed, and god knows he wouldn’t tear Finn a new one for kissing whiskey off his skin. He loved it when Finn took the sea-salt off him like that in France. He fucking loved it. The way he smiled—the way he held Finn.

Logan’s gaze flickers over his face. Finn braces for it. Digs his skates in hard.

“Okay.”

That’s…Finn stumbles over his own thoughts. He blinks. Logan’s expression does a funny thing, not quite agony, not quite a smile. He nods, once, just a dip of his chin.

“That would be nice.”

“Okay,” Finn says, too quiet to his own ears.

Logan takes the whiskey bottle by the neck and moves it away from the edge. “Okay.”

Finn slips in through their window, somehow. He’s not hammered but he feels like it, sweaty-cold with a pounding pulse. He scrubs both hands through his hair and folds them at the back of his neck, pushing hard on the pressure points there. He rests his head on his desk and tries to remember how to breathe. Cool wood. The sounds of a late, late dinner for one downstairs, and a party three or four streets down.

Finn takes the blanket off his bed and clambers back onto the roof.

[badartmada]

🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃

[crylo--ben]

Aaaaand dip!

[noblecorgi]

2024: A Re-Entry to Fandom

I guess this is a thing? (Oh shit this brackets bit was written at the end and I appear to have emotionally vomited an essay. Sorry ‘bout that.)

In late 2023 I experienced a personal tragedy and retreated to where I had always found comfort: books.

I read a series that had been recommended to me before, but I hadn’t had time to read it - The Simon Snow Trilogy by @rainbowrowell and it awoke a dormant-but-never-forgotten love of fanfiction in me.

In my teens and early 20s I wrote a lot of fan fiction on the ol’ FF net, all of it of atrocious quality I’m certain, which is why I haven’t tried to rediscover that account.

Instead I found AO3, and restarted regularly writing for fun instead of for work or study/research.

I didn’t do any summation for 2023 because I think my first fic was posted on like 10 December 2023, but AO3 tells me I wrote 4 works, all SnowBaz, at a total of 55,154 words.

In 2024, I’ve published 5 works, at a total of 94,323 words.

What truly blows me away (and honestly makes me a bit teary) is the 1013 kudos, 100 subscribers (inc 15 subscribers to just me rather than a fic!), and 222 comment threads on my works. 🥹

So: my 2024 works.

Use your words, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 3,930 words

A smutty lil gift fic wherein Baz teaches Simon how to sext.

Splendid Morons, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 12,886 words

Published for Erotic Grope Fest, aka Baz’s birthday. A collaboration with @alexalexinii and a story written to enable their amazing art of Baz in lingerie.

Precious to me for not only getting to work with Alex, but also for being the beginning of my relationship with Becky @rbkzz, my incomparable beta who has become one of the dearest people in my life.

On The Rocks, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 74,592 words (WIP)

My opus, as it were. It originated from a fluffy cute prompt of “what if Baz and Lady Ruth were work besties?!” And I came along like “YEAH! But with trauma, exploration of love in mental illness, and alcoholism!”

I began posting it in March and it’s about 2/3 done now. But for Becky it would be both an absolute pile of horse poop, and an abandoned WIP. Instead it has a clear direction and she found motifs that I’d repeatedly used by accident in my drafts and built imagery, greater meaning, and also debated me ad nauseam on my preference for spelt over spelled.

Immune Response, @lumosinlove’s Cubs, Rated: G, 1,421 words

I was a big consumer of WolfStar in my teens and was recommended Lumosinlove’s Sweater Weather and, like many before me, fell in love with the story, the original characters, and ice hockey itself (much to the surprised glee of my Canadian spouse, who for a decade has tried in vain to get me on board. Little did he know the key was obviously gays.)

This is a lil’ slice of life sick fic examining how each of the Cubs responds to getting sick.

I have a lot more unpublished drabbles about these characters and some fics that are being cocreated so stay tuned for 2025?

Preliminary, my dear Basil, SnowBaz, Rated: T, 1,494 words

A gift fic for @martsonmars as part of the Carry On Discord’s Secret Snowflake Exchange.

Among their suggestions was “Sherlock AU, but not BBC Sherlock, 19th century Sherlock” and it hooked me with the idea that Baz would absolutely fancy himself as Sherlock. I actually sketched out a plot to SnowBazify 4 of the Holmes stories, so maybe 2025 will see them unearthed.

There is one other published fic I worked on this year, but as a beta rather than a writer for @swoopswrites @rsbigbang piece Class A which was super fun to do (and got me to watch a great series - The Gentlemen on Netflix) and Swoops has a fantastic mind so I’d encourage you to to check it out.

Finally, I have always been a writer rather than an artist, but I do enjoy drawing, and the need to upgrade my iPad for work arose and so I also tried my hand at drawing again for the first time since I was 17 or so.

In order from the first one to the most recent one, the lil scribbles I did this year:

Penelope Bunce, Wolfstar on a train, Baz with coffee, cuddly Cubs, FinnLo being adorable, iconic Moony with a cane, emo Sirius Black.

And THAT was 2024 (and 2023).

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[avestigeofformerdays]

rereading coast to coast by @lumosinlove and just remembering the glorious Pascal Dumais gaydar because there is truly no other straight man in the world who could absolutely clock so damn many gay hockey players and I just love and respect him so damn much

[mymoonss]

every time i see will smith and macklin celebrini all i can think about is finn o’hara and logan tremblay…

[my-complicated-pairs]

With which heroic male character you ship Ben Solo/Kylo Ren the most?

with Finn

with Poe Dameron

with Beaumont Kin

with Snap Wexley

with Tai

with Chewbacca

with Obi-Wan Kenobi

with Lando Calrissian

with Luke Skywalker

with Han Solo

Voting ended onMar 11