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thehollowwriter · 30 days

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Summary: After the events of Ashes, Finn has an encounter with Blaze, who makes it his business to harass him. (Blaze also projects a lot). Word count: 1603

Warnings: Bullying, fatphobia, name calling, swearing, Blaze is really fucking mean, blood, violence, gore(???)

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Bait

Finn felt like he was spiralling. There was a hole in his heart, a pit in his stomach, a well of sadness that wouldn't go away.

His fight with Azul had been circling in his head for days. Every time he felt he might be over it, the memories sprang up once again as if they were brand new.

At first, Finn was simply hurt. He may have even shed a few tears. But then, after replaying the whole ordeal over and over in his mind, that sharp, fiery feeling of anger settled over him.

How dare Azul? How dare he, after everything Finn has done for him? Stuck with him through thick and thin, chased off his bullies, showered him in compliments, loved him with all his heart, helped him start his stupid lounge... only now, it seemed trivial. Worthless, in Azul's eyes.

The sadness and anger swirled together to create a damning mass of too much emotion. Finn was petty and, if he were to be honest with himself, mean.

Azul was trying to make it up to him. He at least seemed to regret what be said, but Finn wasn't having it. As Azul tried to fix things, Finn found himself talking before he could stop himself, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Sorry, Mister Ashengrotto, I'm afraid I have clubs with Malleus-senpai today. Oh, don't worry, I'll be sure to tell him to compliment you. Will that satisfy you? I'll even be quiet myself since what I have to say is worthless to you."

"Mister Ashengrotto, I don't have time for art galleries. Vil-senpai is helping me plan a diet. ...Yes, of course I need it. You made that quite clear."

He really wanted to go to that art gallery.

Every time Finn said "Mister Ashengrotto" instead of "Azul," "love"," "My love", "darling" and so on, Azul would flinch and go quiet.

An ugly part of Finn, deep down, took pleasure in that reaction.

The twins, caught in the middle of this whole debacle, flip-flopped between waiting to see what would happen and trying to to solve the issue.

It was a fruitless effort. Finn was unwilling to let things be fixed. He was too angry, hurt too deeply, to allow it.

This, of course, left him in a constant bad mood. If he were as powerful as Malleus, a thunderstorm would have descended upon the school.

Other students avoided him even more than usual, giving him a wide berth. Nobody wanted to risk passing him off further.

Well, nobody except one.

"There you are, pipsqueak."

The sound of that familiar posh, snobbish voice made Finn suck in a breath and tighten his grip on his books. He continued down the hall at a quick pace, ignoring his tormentor the best he could. He was not in the mood for this.

"Hey! I'm talking to you." A large, bony hand gripped his shoulder and forcefully turned him around until he faced a pair of bright yellow eyes.

"For a guy who acts so polite, you're really rude, you know." Said Blaze Dugal with a crooked grin. "You answer and look at someone when they're talking to you. It's basic manners."

He paused.

"Do you know basic manners? You grew up pretty wild."

Finn pried Blaze's hand off his shoulder and glared at his. "I'm afraid I'm not in the mood, Dugal. Go waste your time elsewhere."

"I'm afraid I'm not in the mood, Dugal. Go waste your time elsewhere." Blaze mocked with a laugh, his voice shrill. "Still trying to sound all fancy and clever, I see. All collected, even though your weird, cringy friendship with Azul is toast."

Finn narrowed his eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Blaze scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. Azul'a got his tentacles in a knot trying to do you favours left and right, and you're acting like a kicked puppy. Anyone with a brain can see it a mile away."

Finn's nostrils flared, but he decided not give Blaze the satisfaction of a response and stepped back to leave. However, he was stopped by the very unwelcome feeling of Blaze draping himself over him

"So, what caused trouble in paradise? What did he say? Did he finally let slip what a parasite you are? Tell you he doesn't actually need you for anything?"

Blaze would always bait Finn like this, hoping to get the reaction he wanted in some way or other.

"Keep spitballing, maybe after the next few hundred guesses you'll hit the target." Finn snapped, immediately failing at ignoring Blaze. He didn't have the patience to act all together.

"Oh, snappy today. So he did say something bad. Was I right, then? Did he finally tell you how little use you actually have?"

Bait. It's bait.

"No."

'"Really? Are you sure?" Blaze asked sweetly. "I wouldn't blame him if he did say that. What do you do, exactly? Gather information? Jade, Floyd, heck, all of you octavinelle freaks do that. Keep staff and customers in line? Anybody in their second year could do that. Take someone's form? Steal a voice? Potions can do that. That creep of a first year in your dorm can do that. Tell me, Finn, why does Azul even keep you around?"

The bait was dangling.

"I don't have to explain anything to you." Finn hissed.

Blaze sighed. "Ah, true. I get it. Really, I do. If I were you, I wouldn't want to think about why someone I admire so greatly even bothered to keep me around, either. Especially of my presence reminds me of the version of him he hates so much."

"Shut up!" Finn snarled, and a nearby window cracked.

Every single time he took that bait, like a stupid little fish.

Blaze pressed his forefingers together and then pressed them against his lips, smiling innocently.

"So that's what he said, then? Finally got honest about how all of this," He reached down and poked Finn's flabby, pudgy stomach for emphasis. "-is nothing but a reminder of everything he hated about himself?"

"I-"

"Oh!" Blaze pulled a face like he had a sudden revalation. "Maybe that's why he keeps you around. As a reminder of what he was. An encouragement to keep counting those calories. He must hate that gross, flabby body of yours."

"He doesn't."

'He doesn't.' Finn assured himself. 'He loves me. He loves me.'

"It must hurt, right? For someone you adore so much, someone you bend over backwards for, because really, Finn, you don't have a spine when it comes to Azul, to be so disgusted by you. For him to think you're ugly."

'No. Azul- Azul loves me. He wouldn't-"

A memory from that awful night sprang forth.

"Do you really think being fat makes you ugly?" Finn asked, his voice so quie Azul almost couldn't hear.

Azul hesitated.

'No, no, no, no. Azul wouldn't think that. Azul doesn't think that. Azul doesn't find him gross or disgusting.

Does he?

"Guess you two aren't as tight as you thought."

For someone with no claws or fangs to speak of, Blaze's grin was awfully predatory.

Finn stomped on his foot and elbowed in him the stomach and the drew back with a yelp. He stumbled back a few steps, angry at first, but then that grin returned, and he laughed.

"Guess I hit a nerve. You aren't gonna come and butcher me, are you?"

"You're not even worth the effort." Finn spat with as much venom as he could muster. "You won. Leave me alone and harass someone else."

"Come on now, that's no fun." Blaze drawled, closing the short distance between them once again and draping his arm over Finn's shoulder.

"You're my favourite person to mess with. That's the highest compliment you'll ever get from me, you know. There's not much about you deserving of compliments. Makes me wonder why Azul let's himself be seen interacting with you. You're a real blow to his reputation. I-"

Blaze was abruptly cut off by Finn suddenly turning his head and biting down on Blaze's arm as hard as possible.

Blaze screamed and frantically ripped his arm away, but that only made it worse.

Blood dripped down his arm onto the floor in thick rivulets, and the spot where his blazer, shirt, and a piece of flesh had been torn off was drenched red.

"Ow ow ow, what the fuck-"

As Blaze screeched in a mix of rage and pain, Finn spat out what was missing from about 3cm of Blaze's arm, and it hit the floor with a wet "splat". The taste of fabric, flesh, and blood was a terrible combination.

"Fuck, you shitty little parasite!" Blaze roared, his eyes bulging. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Finn simply sent a bloody smile his way, turned around, and began walking down the hallway.

"Hey! HEY! GET BACK HERE! I'M GONNA REPORT YOU FOR THIS YOU FUCKING PARASITIC WELP! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

Finn didn't respond. Blaze could complain all he liked (after a hospital visit, of course), but since this hallway had no cameras, he had no proof apart from a bite that could have come from anyone or anything. Finn made sure not to make it look like a circle.

Finn smiled to himself as he wandered to his music class, though Blaze's screams were all the music he needed.

He was finally feeling a bit better.

-End

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A/N: Ty so much for reading! I'm actually surprised at how mean I managed to make Blaze I'm usually not good at that sort of thing

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tomatette · 3 months

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(Original: Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, David with the Head of Goliath, 1610. Galleria Borghese, Rome, Italy)

Star Wars Art Gallery Manip

Kylo Ren | Ben Solo / Armitage Hux / Rey / Finn / Poe Dameron

#starwarsartgallerymanip #star wars sequels #starwars #swedit #starwarsblr #starwarsedit #star wars edit #swsource #star wars #Armitage Hux #General Hux #enric pryde #general pryde

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zergula · 1 year

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Welcome To Lunestia

The date is 7600.

Humanity finds itself alive and well on the planet of Lunestia! With its gorgeous greens, purples, pinks, and white fields it is definitely different than Earth but almost eerily the same. After the legendary forum wars of 2025, aliens have fully become a part of society on Earth as well as Lunestia. Great advancements in not only technology but human evolution have improved life in the universe more than any being could imagine!

I fell in love with Risa's Lunestia and Meroze maps as soon as I saw them! It was really hard to choose between those two to use for this space world save but Lunestia's beautiful terrain painting and blend won me over! I highly recommend both of these worlds, absolutely gorgeous and incredible work!

INTERESTING CHARACTERS

Mae, Malie, and Una Verse keep watch over the renovated remains of the First Contact ship that brought all beings to beautiful Lunestia! Although thankful for the great honor bestowed upon them from their ancestors, these young beings just want to have some fun, sometimes!

The Goth family and Bachelor family fell into a wormhole in Sunset Valley and have found themselves farther in the future than they could even imagine!

Candy is a plantsim who is trying her very best to recreate all of the lovely plants from Earth! She lives in her underground lab and you can find her there or above ground tending to all of her lovely friends…uh plants!

Skyla Martial is a genius who has filled her home with bots that she treats like family but never stopped to wonder if she wants an actual family. Either way, the bots fill that void…for now.

Finally, you will find lots of beings from Oasis Landing and Lunar Lakes here: Amelia Loveland, Kel Gwyn, Harkin Shire, Fawn Lacey, Felix Finn, The Planesons, The James family, The Mosqueda family, The Su family, the Sekemoto Family, Eleanor Alto, the Castle family, the Star family, the Orey family, and the Landgraab Clones.

Around Town

29 Community Lots 62 Residential Lots

There's lots to do in Lunestia! Along with all EA rabbitholes, you can visit:

The Millennium Falcon Bot Emporium - A recreation of the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars by soocoolsim! It includes the bot emporium register, comics register, and a food register.

The Future Fashion Salon - - I have been experimenting with combining rabbitholes, registers, and lots on one lot and am loving the results! It saves so much room in town and I love how some of these rabbitholes/registers/lots work together! This is a salon and tattoo shop that includes the Elixir Consignment register, nectary register, consignment store register, and the Spa rabbithole.

Purple Flourite Museum - Art Gallery by Satureja13 that includes another nectary register.

Monsters Inc Stadium - a fun recreational park built by Hidehi for the Disney Magic Kingdom collaboration. The school and stadium rabbitholes are also located here.

Sapphire Ice Gym - by Satureja13 A small gym with all machines and martial arts stuff

Zephyr 47 - An old starship repurposed into Lunestia's favorite spot to watch the game, get some wings, and drink some juice with the old team! (shell by geminiagre, interior redone and converted to sportsbar by me)

Natatorium Pool - pool from Lunar Lakes

Laser Waves - A poolside club with lots of secret places to find!

Cosmic Ray's Bowling Lanes by Sandraelle is the place to be in Lunestia! A huge arcade with every game and numerous bowling lanes open at all times, all beings come here for fun and prizes, to grab some groceries, catch a movie, or have a quick meal at the diner!

Lunestia Library And Bookstore - a huge library with fun for the kids, snacks, the bookstore, and the Vault of Antiquity

Full Spectrum Fire Safety - by Waterheart197 - Even in the future, fire will still get you. Luckily, the fire safety beings here at Full Spectrum can help!

Bridgeport Acres Festival Grounds

Astro Orbiter - by soocoolsim is a fun hangout with a roller coaster, games, and snacks

Lunar Hub Casino - this is Lunestia's Live Show Venue that includes all casino games, giant performer's stage, nectary, and food register. You can find HOLODEK by Livvy1049 - a bright future lounge right next door!

Science Tech Center - bot emporium I built that includes the bot competition arena and observatory rabbitholes

Cube by Snowmoon - this dive bar is for surly beings only!

The MotherShip by Snowmoon is a little more inviting for the locals in Lunestia. The Darts Competition is weekly, see you there!

It wasn't long after Lunestia was discovered that the Space Buzz Studio by Hidehi was built! You can always see some of the actors rehearsing on stages upstairs if you stop by to tour the studio rabbithole (in the basement).

Crater Lagoon is the town fishing spot stocked with all fish and not too far from there you will find Oasis Shoreline Beach!

Don't forget to visit the crash scene wreckage! It might look like a junkyard but very important research is being done here. You can see the renovated First Contact ship from here as well!

OTHER INFO

In this download, you will find the world and 3 save files:

LunestiaCommunityLots - this save has the community lots only, no residential houses or other lots

LunestiaUnpopulated - the is the final version of the save without sims

LunestiaPopulated - this is the final version of the save with all households

This save uses Into The Future, Lunar Lakes, and all sci fi store content extensively but there is zero custom content. I have all expansions, all stuff packs, and all store content but if you do not have some of the items, the game will generate a similar item for you (but you may have to edit). The only expansion not used is PETS so I am unsure how the save will perform with Pets, but there is definitely plenty of room for them!

Because this world was just roads and trees, I ran into the same problem I had with Simarellen, which was sometimes the lots do not line up perfectly with the roads. Some of the lots may look diagonal or incorrectly placed because of that but I have playtested everything and have not found any routing issues. This world save does use the Into The Future elevators profusely so there might be an issue with some of the elevators not working as intended. To fix this, simply go into build mode on the lot, go to the ground floor of the lot, use the hand tool to pick up the elevator and then drop it, this will reset the elevators to go to the correct floors. I tried not to fill the world up with lots too much, but it was hard to choose with so many excellent options out there! You can always add more, if you like!

This took me longer than I expected, my apologies for the delay! Please tag me @zergula or #lunestia if you share any photos, etc I would love to see them. You can find my other world saves here: River Falls here: Simarellen and here: Kaodina

Happy simming and green plumbobs for all <3

SIMFILESHAREDOWNLOAD

#ts3cc #s3cc #the sims 3 #the sims 3 world save #the sims 3 save file #the sims 3 world save file #lunestia

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oillydiya · 2 months

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 12 : Envy's Inferno

A week later, on the New Ross film set,

Cillian was taking a break during the day, sitting down to review his script for the upcoming scenes. Suddenly, his ears perked up at the mention of Sansa's name in a conversation between Steve and Joe nearby. Without hesitation, Cillian joined in.

"Hey, what's up, Steve?" Cillian asked the director.

"Hey, Cill! Are you free this Friday? I was thinking of taking Joe and Finn to check out Sansa's art exhibition."

"Oh, is it this Friday already?" Cillian feigned surprise.

"You found her that gallery," Steve reminded him.

"Right, right. But how did you know about Sansa's exhibition happening this Friday? Did you run into her or something?" Cillian was genuinely curious about how Steve knew the date of Sansa's exhibition.

"I just happened to bump into Sansa at Mister Louis' the other day. She invited me to her opening, and asked me to bring you guys along too. See, I'm just following your advice, Cill, and it led me to Sansa again," Steve replied cheerfully.

"Okay, I'm in - No wonder my Friday evening suddenly cleared up. So that's why," Cillian teased Steve to keep things light-hearted.

"It's for Sansa, after all. I want to congratulate her."

"Me too," Cillian responded, before they went their separate ways to continue their day. After the conversation, Cillian felt a twinge of jealousy. He had spoken to Sansa just the other day, and she hadn't mentioned running into Steve -- Cillian didn't quite like how close Steve seemed to be with Sansa. He couldn't shake off a feeling of possessiveness over her!

Friday, at the London Gallery,

Sansa was in the midst of chaos, her head spinning from the hustle and bustle. She was almost late in getting her various art pieces to the gallery, dealing with transportation issues and her sculptures not being dry enough for transport from the main studio to the gallery. Thankfully, her dear friend Gigi stepped in to help with the preparations. Sansa thought if it weren't for Gigi, the exhibition might have been doomed from day one!

By 5 PM, the gallery was swarming with visitors eager to see Sansa's Master's degree final art exhibition. Classmates, professors, and the general public filled the space, bringing joy to Sansa's heart. Art was a significant part of her life, and finally, she was celebrating her graduation in style.

"Hey, Sansa," someone called out from behind her.

"Oh, Steven, it's you," she turned and greeted Steven, along with Joe, Finn, and Cillian!

"Wow, you look beautiful today. Not that you don’t always look beautiful, but today there’s something special -- Here! Congratulations on your exhibition," he said, offering her a bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you so much. I'm just happy you all could make it -- Have you had a chance to look around yet?" Sansa asked, gratefully accepting the flowers.

"We've just arrived. It’s really crowded. People must really appreciate your work," Finn added.

"Yes, I'm just as surprised to see so many people here. I have no idea where they all came from," Sansa replied, clearly overwhelmed. She hadn't expected such a large turnout, especially since she had hardly told anyone. She figured it must have been word of mouth from her fellow students that filled her gallery with so many visitors. As they were chatting, Sansa began to notice people within the event starting to pay attention to their group, likely because the three actors and a scriptwriter among them were quite famous in England, particularly Cillian! People were especially interested in him.

Just then, Gigi approached Sansa from behind.

"Hey, Sansa, I've got someone I'd like you to meet," her best friend said, oblivious to who Sansa was currently talking to.

"Cillian!!! You!!!" Gigi's words stumbled out in surprise when she saw all the actors.

"Hello, I'm Cillian. Good to see you again," he greeted Gigi, extending his hand, as well as Steven, Joe, and Finn.

"How did you all end up here? -- I had no idea I'd bump into you today," Gigi asked, confused. She had encountered Cillian by chance at Mr. Louis's, but now here he was at Sansa's exhibition!

"I'll explain in a sec, but... do you need something?" Sansa quickly asked her friend, hoping to steer the conversation away from any further questioning.

"Do you remember my friend Francois from France? I invited him to the exhibition today. Here he is! I thought you should meet him," Gigi introduced her male friend from France while Sansa gave him a quick look. Francois was tall, well-built, and strikingly handsome in a distinctly French way. Sansa felt confused. Why was Gigi introducing her to a man?

'Is she trying to set me up again? That mischievous friend of mine!!!' Sansa inwardly grumbled, aware of the setup.

She turned to introduce herself politely to Francois, "Oh, hello, I'm Sansa."

"I'm Francois," he responded, seeming about to say more, but Sansa quickly turned her attention back to Gigi, avoiding further conversation.

"What are you up to, Gigi? I really don't want to meet any guys or anyone else right now!" Sansa murmured, visibly annoyed.

"You need to meet someone today. You never do it on your own. So, here! I found someone for you," Gigi replied nonchalantly.

"Seriously! You're driving me crazy!" Sansa muttered in frustration at her friend's habit of making decisions without consulting her first.

"Like it or not, you're going to suck your first dick tonight. Consider it a graduation gift from me," Gigi revealed her intentions.

Sansa felt like she was on the verge of madness! She hadn't yet told her best friend about Cillian or about their intimate moment together. Who would just blurt out, "Hey, buddy, I had sex my first time with a famous actor"? It would be a massive story. So, Sansa decided it was best to keep her and Cillian affair a secret – letting Gigi believe she was still uninterested in anyone, wanting to keep her relationship with Cillian private.

As the crowd's attention began to focus more on Cillian and his group, making them uncomfortable because they were still standing by while Sansa and Gigi chatted.

"Maybe you guys should check out the artwork first, I'll catch up in a bit," Sansa suggested to Steven.

"Sure, we'd love to admire your work. It looks beautiful and diverse," he replied, before the whole group dispersed to explore the various pieces. Sansa stole a quick glance at Cillian, the two hadn't had a chance for a private conversation due to the bustling crowd, and she didn't want to arouse suspicion. As Cillian‘s group moved away, Sansa turned back to meet Francois, complying with Gigi's forceful introduction. They engaged in small talk, but Sansa soon excused herself, feeling too overwhelmed to continue the conversation.

Sansa excused herself to find some peace away from the lively atmosphere. Along the way, several people stopped her to chat and compliment her work. She responded briefly but kept moving, feeling overwhelmed by the crowd. Finding herself struggling to breathe, a sign of the panic she often felt in crowded spaces, she sought refuge in a secluded corner of the gallery. It was a quiet spot, rarely crossed by others, where one of her most beloved paintings hung. She spent a long time there, quietly admiring the artwork that meant so much to her.

"It's really beautiful," a deep voice sounded from behind her. Sansa turned around, locking eyes with those deep sea blue eyes.

"I painted it while thinking of you," she replied to him. It was a painting of a couple making love, with the man’s back to the viewer and the woman straddling him, looking out towards the observer. To an outsider, it might seem like a typical lovers' portrait, but only Sansa and Cillian knew it depicted them.

"I've missed you," he murmured.

"Me too."

"It's really crowded here. If it weren’t for all these people, I'd kiss you to congratulate you."

"Just having you here makes me happy."

"Who was that guy?"

"Do you mean Francois? He's a friend of Gigi”

"Hm! He seems handsome."

Sansa raised an eyebrow, "Jealous?"

"Yes!... I don’t like it when you talk to other men."

She looked directly into his eyes, "Don’t be jealous, I wasn’t thinking anything of it," Sansa said in a cooing voice, smiling at him. She teased him further, "You're cute when you're jealous," as she playfully bumped his shoulder with hers.

"If we were alone, I’d have you for that. So cheeky, such a naughty girl!" he growled back playfully, giving her a mock stern look. But their moment was brief, as they had to quickly separate when Steven, Joe, and Finn approached. The two discreetly moved apart, understanding the need to maintain a semblance of distance in the presence of others.

"Sansa, your work is so multifaceted. You're really talented," Steven complimented.

"Yes, I agree. I particularly love your sculptures," Finn added.

"Thank you so much for appreciating them. Is there any piece you're interested in? Once the exhibition is over, if you'd like any, I could send it to you," Sansa offered generously. Joe, meanwhile, was captivated by the painting of the couple making love that he was currently looking at.

"Could I have this one? I really like it," he pointed to the couple's painting.

"I'd prefer if you chose another piece. I'd like to keep that one for myself," Sansa immediately responded. Cillian felt a wave of relief that Sansa declined Joe's request for that particular painting, as he would've fought his fellow actor to keep it for himself if necessary!

The group chatted a bit more before Steven spoke up.

"Sansa, we should probably get going. It seems like we're starting to draw more attention. We'd better leave now so as not to disturb you further," he said as a farewell.

"Thank you all so much for coming to my exhibition today. If there's a chance, I'd love to treat you to dinner as a thank you," the young woman told her four male friends before turning to thank Cillian specifically for the gallery.

"Thanks again for the gallery," she said.

"You're welcome," Cillian nodded in response.

"Goodbye, Sansa," they all said their farewells and then left the event.

After parting ways from Sansa's art exhibition, the four actors strolled down the streets towards a bar, eager to continue their evening with some drinks.

"Wow...it was incredible. Sansa's work is beautiful. She truly has the soul of an artist," Steve remarked.

"She's really talented in these matters," Joe added.

"Did you see that painting of the man and woman?" Finn leaned in, asking everyone.

He continued, puzzled, "Damn! Was that woman supposed to be her? – And the man in the painting too. He's one lucky guy. Or could it be that French dude!" someone in the group murmured under their breath.

Cillian walked quietly, listening to the conversation without comment. He didn't particularly enjoy his fellow actors discussing Sansa in such contexts, it made him uncomfortably protective.

"Let's not talk about Sansa like that. She's been really nice to us. Man up, Finn. It's her private matter!" He cautioned his colleagues before they all arrived at a Soho bar. The four ordered beers and chatted about work.

"You're flying to New York this Sunday, right, Cill?" the scriptwriter among them inquired.

"Yes, I've got a movie promotion there."

"Your schedule is really packed, isn't it?" Steve teased.

The four guys were chatting about life, man-to-man, as one bottle turned into two, then three, four, five, and six. They were drinking heavily, fitting for a Friday night before a weekend break. By nearly eleven, it was clear Finn was significantly intoxicated. He turned to talk to Joe, and amidst their conversation, bursts of laughter escaped them, catching Cillian's attention just as Finn mentioned someone's name.

"He must be fucking her right now, having the time of his life. I wonder what positions he's putting her in," he muttered lustfully.

"I'm so jealous. Just think, Joe, spending the whole night like him. What would you do? It's mind-blowing to even consider," Finn said, clearly drunk, his question directed at Joe, asking Joe who was in a similarly bad state.

"Do as you desire, hmmmm," the two of them laughed at their own ludicrous fantasies.

"Who are you guys talking about?" Cillian asked them curiously.

"Sansa and that French guy we met at the event, that's who, Cillian -- damn, it's enviable," Finn replied.

"What exactly are you implying?" Cillian furrowed his brows, pressing for clarity on the subject of their conversation.

"That French guy must be Fucking Sansa right about now. They're probably having a good time," Finn replied, clearly intoxicated.

Cillian was instantly taken aback by those words, his drunken haze abruptly cleared as his eyes flashed brightly, a chill running down his spine. He felt a surge of anger towards Finn for speaking about Sansa in such a disrespectful manner again.

"What are you babbling about from your own delusions? She's our friend, Finn. Show some respect for her, or I swear I'll punch you if you don't shut up!" Cillian cursed furiously.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't make it up. She really is with that guy," Finn continued. "When Sansa was talking to her friend, I was nearby. I heard her friend say that tonight Sansa had to finally get with that French guy -- ask Joe, he heard it too," Finn pointed towards another friend to corroborate his story.

"Nonsense!" Cillian barked, turning to glare at Joe with anger, yet seeking confirmation whether what Finn had just said was true.

"It's true, Cill! I heard it too. Her friend even said that Sansa had to finally have sex for the first time," Joe confirmed what he had heard.

"Imagine that, isn't it enviable? By now, they must be having a great time," Finn continued to mutter.

"It might well be true. I saw her talking to that guy, they seemed very close indeed," Steve chimed in, reinforcing another point.

At this point, Cillian was filled with rage, wanting to punch the smirks off their faces. He was extremely frustrated by what he had heard, as he had been mingling with guests at the event and hadn't caught the conversation or seen what his despicable friends were discussing. He had only seen the moment when Gigi introduced the French guy to Sansa at the beginning of the event.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you! She's not like that. Stop talking about her, damn it! You guys are fucking disgusting!" Cillian yelled out loud, overwhelmed with anger and annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I'm drunk!" They apologized again and shifted the conversation to other topics. Yet, Cillian's mind was far from at ease. He couldn't understand why he was dwelling on those thoughts, which kept swirling in his head. Since leaving the exhibition event and as the clock neared midnight, Cillian hadn't yet called Sansa. He thought by now she must have returned to her apartment. 'Could Sansa really be with that bastard?' His mind began to imagine all sorts of scenarios.

"Damn it! Bloody hell!" Cillian cursed loudly in front of everyone at the table, leaving his friends puzzled about what was wrong with him.

"I'll be right back, need to use the restroom," said the agitated young actor, his mind in turmoil. He had to call Sansa. He needed to know what she was doing! Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to do anything else for the rest of the night.

Cillian hurriedly grabbed his phone and dialed her number. Beep... beep... beep... Only the dial tone, but no answer. He pressed the call button again, second, third, fourth time, cursing under his breath. Sansa wasn't picking up the phone at all. He was frustrated, angry, and completely restless.

"Damn it, that scoundrel!" Cillian's mind raced with wild imaginations at this point.

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian #cillianmurphy #cillian fic

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the-kneesbees-arts · 7 months

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howdy!

welcome to my art blog :]

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I do the art thing occasionally <3

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you can find my other interests @the-kneesbees

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currently working on: nothing in particular...drawing a lot of rdr though

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I have never taken a clear photo in my life 💕

#ill clean this up at some pont i promise 😭#let me just actually get something posted first lol #finns art gallery

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the-kneesbees · 1 year

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steve randle + a little poem I wrote a while ago :) (ft. twin size mattress lyrics)

#the chokehold this man has on me i swear to god #the outsiders posting #finns art gallery #post posting

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lumosinlove · 1 year

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Day Nine:

On the ninth day of Winterfic, Hazel gave to you, Leo/Logan/Finn Bridgerton AU Part Two.

The ballroom was all whites and silvers, and Logan kept close to his sisters’ sides. He didn’t like balls. He didn’t like smalltalk. He didn’t like introductions. Balls were all smalltalk, all introductions, two of the most painful, awkward things in the world. He wanted more than anything to have Finn by his side. Finn always said how much he loved balls, the formal dress, the food, the dancing. Looking around, Logan couldn’t deny that Finn would fit right in. Logan could picture him, by his side, leaning down and whispering things in Logan’s ear. He would have no problem with with the introductions, the constant remembering of names and how is your daughter, your Grace, the one studying art in…Rome, was it? Ah, lovely.

He imagined Finn, beside him, as his husband. Then they could dance as many times in a row as they pleased, and Logan didn’t like dancing much, either, but Finn did, and he had forced Logan to teach him each one—even though they’d never had any music.

Logan had given Finn the first dance lesson during the final time that Finn had snuck upstairs to his bedroom. He’d taught Finn the steps, clothed in nothing at all, in front of his roaring fireplace. Finn used to sneak upstairs all the time, but Noelle had caught him that night, and thank heavens it had been Noelle, but they’d both decided it was too dangerous after that.

That night had also been the last time they had been able to do anything…in full, and in their own time. Logan’s room had been a safe haven, but after coming to town there was no quiet forests for them to sneak away to with blankets and picnic baskets. No stars to lie beneath. Logan was so tired of merely unbuttoning their trousers, of rushed kisses, and being pressed against a wall, or a couch. Hurried hands over each other, cocks hard from the relief of each other’s presence, maybe a little from the thrill of it all. Feverish kisses, and nothing more. Being rushed, being out of time.

Logan missed what they had had that last night in his bedroom. The fire done up, warm and softly crackling. Finn, skin pale and creamy against Logan’s white feather pillows. Damn what his mother thought, Logan wanted Finn to luxuriate in the things that Logan could give him, soft feather beds included. He wanted that sight every single night as Logan pressed their bodies together, as he let Finn work him over slowly until he was inside, until Logan could sit up, nestled down onto Finn’s warm cock, and watch the way he could make Finn’s mouth drop open with each roll of his hips. The way Finn had rolled them over, sheltered him in nice and close, and made him fall apart. The way he’d pulled the quilt over them. The way they had lay there afterwards, sweat cooling, Finn’s fingertips tracing gentle patters along Logan’s waist and hip as they talked. Just talked, like they always did. Like they could never run out of things to say. And of course, dances had come up. Teach me, Finn had said, and pushed himself from the sheets to stand in the space in front of the fire, bare and glorious. Come on, Tremblay, up you get. Logan remembered propping himself up onto his elbows and only being able to stare at how Finn had looked. How utterly gorgeous, more beautiful than the Greek and Roman statues in their gallery. More beautiful than anything.

They hadn’t needed music. It was heaven, truly, and torture, to think about how they had danced that night, bare skin brushing with each turn, each hardly-there touch of a hand—after all, the dances were not made for two to publicly embrace. They had danced and spun until neither of them could take it anymore, Finn’s hands firm on Logan’s hips as he lowered him to the plush rug, right there in front of the fireplace, and took him again.

Someone stepped on Logan’s foot.

“Get your head out of your arse, you’re almost up,” Noelle whispered. “You look like a bloody fortune teller gazing into the distant future.”

Logan blinked, and the chatter of the ballroom slammed back into him, making him suck in a breath. God, he just wanted to go home. He wanted Finn. He looked to the front of the room, where the throne stood, the Queen like a golden—well, puddle, really, in her silks and dressings. He studied all those who had approached her before him. He recognized many of the faces, eager as they were. All were outfitted extravagantly, only all looked too happy about it. Suitors, was the word that had been buzzed into their ears. You are looking for suitors.

Did they even realize they were looking for the person they were to spend the rest of their lives with? Logan wondered. Did they realize, did they think beyond the ball? Did they have any idea just how luxurious it was to spend hours in bed with someone, moving together, whispering to each other, tucking oneself in closer when you woke in the night. Logan would take Finn’s half-awake brown eyes and his mumbles about Hamlet over anything else any day. He would take the way Finn woke him up so early because he had to go to work, but he knew that Logan didn’t like waking up alone. Good morning, my love. I have to go, but kiss me first. When you eat the lemon cakes today at tea, know that I made them for you, all right? And his laugh when Logan inevitably tried to keep him in bed. Shh, I’ll come again tonight. We’ll walk the creek after dinner, okay?

No, Logan decided. Those who had gone to present themselves in front of the Queen did not know. They did not know.

“Lord Logan Marius Tremblay,” the footman announced loudly, along with two firm taps of his staff.

Logan felt the ballroom turn on him but he kept his eyes focused on nothing in particular, not even the Queen, as he took a step forward, then another. He’d never forced himself so hard into anything before.

“Bit plain,” he heard a whisper from someone as he passed by, no doubt about his suit.

What would happen if he turned around? Whistledown had named him for the season, surly that gave him some credit no matter what he did, enough to make his mother happy, even if he himself could not. If he stopped walking, if he stole away in the carriage back home, the carriage the Finn would see arrive, would wonder why he was back so early—damn everything, except you, marry me and we will be partners in—

“Lord Tremblay, your Majesty,” said yet another footman.

Logan managed the bow, but barely. He was right in front of the throne, The Queen looking down scrutinizingly.

“My Queen,” Logan said in the smoothest voice he could manage, all the while in his head marry me, and I will take you back to the country house. And you will make me, not king of the damn season, but king of my life, of all of my wildest dreams.

There was no reply for a long moment.

“An escort, for Mr. Tremblay?” rang the Queen’s voice.

This was the part Logan had been dreading. It would be whoever spoke first, and he’d have to dance with them, talk to them—

“I, my Queen, would like the honor.”

There was a murmur from the crowd, and Logan had no choice but to turn and see who had spoken. At first, all that registered was blond hair. And then Logan realized exactly who he was looking at.

The Knuts were not among the wealthiest families, they were the wealthiest. Not to mention, with the closest ties to the royal household. Lady Eloise Knut was her majesty’s cousin and closest confidante. Logan glimpsed his mother and sisters’ wide, delighted eyes.

This must be Lady Knut’s son. Logan couldn’t remember his name, but he knew there was only one, and that there had been a health scare of some sort when he was a child. What had it been—a bad fall off of—a horse, was it? A head injury? Yes, he could see the evidence. Above very blue eyes, at his temple, a curl had gone gray, as if the usual golden color had been cut and and bruised, and made lifeless. Only it didn’t make him lifeless. It was charming. Paired with his exceptional height, his lean build—it was handsome.

“Very well, Lord Knut,” the Queen said. “Come forward.”

Logan turned away, back towards the Queen—it was bad form to turn one’s back on royalty. He was just doing has he had been told, but he didn’t like this feeling. He didn’t like this Lord Knut walking as though to sneak up on him from behind.

“My Lord,” said the same, clear voice, now at his side, only much softer. Just for Logan. “May I?”

Logan glanced down and saw that Knut was offering him his arm. Unless Logan was feeling particularly cruel, and likely to embarrass them both, he should take it. Logan could practically feel his mother’s willpower trying to reach him. Logan couldn’t deny that he was pleased by the May I. So rarely was he himself asked permission.

And people really wondered why he snuck around so much. It was only a bit of freedom. Or, rather, the pretense of it.

Logan took Knut’s arm with all the smile that he could manage, and allowed him to guide him towards the dance floor, where others were beginning to filter back into the music that had struck back up.

“Do you enjoy this dance?” Lord Knut asked. “We can wait for the next.”

“This one is fine, thank you,” Logan nodded, and then allowed Knut to smile down at him again and take his hand. He meant to lead, it seemed, and so Logan placed his other hand on the Lord’s shoulder. “I do like to lead, you know.”

Knut laughed, a gentle, open thing, as they turned into the waltz. “I apologize, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

“Next time? Presumptuous, sir.” The Lord released Logan in all but one hand and Logan spun when Knut prompted him to.

“I prefer the term hopeful,” Knut said, and pulled Logan safely back in.

“I’m sorry,” Logan said quietly. “I’ve forgotten your given name.”

He was worried Knut might be offended, but he just smiled. “Leo, my Lord. Leo Knut.”

“Newt?” Logan repeated, as if he didn’t know the name.

Leo looked down at him, blue eyes peaking through a fringe of blond hair—and gray. The room spun behind him, and Logan thought perhaps he should feel dizzy, but he didn’t. Leo danced well. “Not like the animal.”

Another turn, hands touching, Logan’s back to Leo’s front, their hands clasped by Logan’s waist. “And how are you different?”

“There’s a K in it,” Leo said, and righted Logan so they were front to front again. “And no W.”

Logan’s own laugh surprised him.

He didn’t like balls. He didn’t like small talk, he didn’t like introductions.

But he also hadn’t expected to enjoy dancing with Leo Knut so much. Tall, like Finn, and talented, too. He smiled and made jokes at his own expense if he tripped up, which so many stuck up Lords—perhaps Logan included—didn’t always do. Logan barely even realized when the first dance bled into a second…and then a third.

“Good bloody Christ, Logan,” Noelle said when they finally left the floor. Leo had gone to fetch them drinks and Noelle had practically pounced on him. Logan wondered where on Earth his mother had gone. He’d expected five sets of hands on him, not just the two gripping his arm excitedly. “Baby brother, are you trying to wed him on the very spot? Three dances?”

“I lost track,” Logan said, and, honestly, he was feeling a little guilty about it. There was only one other person in the world with whom he lost track of time like that.

Noelle just smiled at him, patted his cheek, and Logan swatted her away. “Stop it.”

“You like him, don’t you?” Noelle said. “He’s very sweet, though I hear he spends most of his time in the country. Even while his family is here in town. That’s something you wouldn’t mind, though, isn’t it?”

Logan sighed. “May I remind you that we are not married? It doesn’t matter to me where he spends his time.”

But Logan had a flash of an image, a happy sort of tumble of a cozy parlor, summer rides on horseback, and sprawling fields. Gardens and slow walks in the evening. Finn. Leo?

“Well.” Noelle was looking at him carefully. “It could matter to you.”

Leo had spent part of the second dance describing his beloved country gardens to him, the different pathways, some lined with roses, some with wildflowers. Hardly anyone plants the wild ones, Leo had said. And I just can’t see why, they’re so lovely, and different. Do you like the outdoors?

I ride, Logan had said. And I’m very fond of walking.

And then the guilt swarmed him. Finn’s face, just that afternoon. Come back and tell me everything.

How on Earth was he to explain this?

A soft clearing of the throat made Logan break the stare down with Noelle, and Leo was there, holding two cups.

“Oh, look, there’s dear Lily,” Noelle said, and curtsied quickly to Leo with a smile. “My Lord.” She hit the back of Logan’s head with her fan. “Brother.”

Logan wished he had something to hit back with, but he had to settle for a scowl at her retreating back.

“Here, my Lord,” Leo said to Logan, and handed Logan his punch.

Logan smiled, and he didn’t know what exactly made him say it, but—“I think, Lord Knut, since the entire ballroom thinks we are engaged now, that you may call me Logan.”

The smile that Leo answered him with was too bright for Logan. He didn’t feel like he deserved it. He shouldn’t have said that, not when he would not be getting engaged to Leo Knut. Not when half of his mind was set on running away.

“Then you must call me Leo.” Leo held out his cup. “Cheers to starting gossip, everyone’s favorite thing.”

Logan laughed again, that very one that kept surprising him each time Leo brought it out. He clinked their glasses. “Cheers.”

“Your sisters are lovely,” Leo said as they watched the ballroom together.

Logan scoffed. “Even while whacking me on the head?”

“Even when,” Leo laughed. “Are they married?”

“Two are,” Logan said. “Noelle—the whacking one—she’s courting Thomas Walker, do you know him?”

“Oh, Thomas is one of my best friends.” Leo nodded. “Yes, that seems like a good match.”

Logan nodded. Good match. It was society’s phrase. Good, because Thomas was kind? Because Noelle loved him? Because they shared a passion for the races, for literature? Good, because they seemed to be meant for each other? No. No, that wasn’t what the gossipers would ever mean. It was a good match because he was of rank, and so was she, and they had money to spare and would unite two great houses.

“Oh no,” Leo said, and smiled, just a little. “I’ve said something wrong, haven’t I?”

Logan looked up to find Leo’s blue eyes darting across his face, and wondered what he must have seen there. Logan had gotten lost again, as he had while waiting for his turn to be presented. Finn was his match, his perfect one, but he was not a good match and no one would ever see him that way. It made Logan so angry that he wanted to take all of the frills on all of the ridiculous clothing and tear them apart.

“No, I’m sorry, I…” Logan swallowed. “No, you haven’t. I was only…” He tried for a smile of his own. “I do that sometimes, it isn’t…”

But whatever Logan had been about to say fell right from his tongue as his eyes drifted to slightly behind Leo, to the glass doors that led out to the gardens. Standing there, half hidden yet framed by one of the glass panels, was Finn. For a long moment, Logan was sure he was only imagining it. Why, after all, would Finn be here? But then Finn raised a hand to him, gestured behind him with his chin, and disappeared.

Leo blinked in confusion, and then glanced behind him. “Logan? Are you all right?”

“I beg your pardon,” Logan said, and pushed his cup into Leo’s hand. “Excuse me a moment, please. Just a moment.”

Logan didn’t really remember how he got outside, only that he ignored many greetings that were cast his way—something he would surely regret later. He burst into the warm summer night and followed in what he hoped was the direction Finn had gone in. It would be somewhere hidden away from the house—tall hedges, perhaps, or the garden’s maze. No, not where they could get lost or discovered. There, Logan thought. The trees were tall and thick and designed to grow in a circle. Beneath the music coming from inside, he thought he could hear the trickle of a fountain.

He couldn’t help the way he ran, nor the release of breath when he saw Finn standing there, moonlight reflecting off of the water of the fountain, casting him in cool, marble tones. He was in his work clothes still, minus the apron. No jacket, just his shirt and trousers and boots. His hair was damp, like it got when he splashed water over his face and neck, and raked wet fingers through it after a long day. He’d come straight from home, then.

“Hello,” Finn said softly.

Logan smiled, let out a laugh, striding forward. “Hello. What are you doing here?” He reached Finn and took his hands into his own, as he’d wanted to all night. He kissed one of his knuckles and laughed again. “God, I…I thought I was imagining it for a moment.”

Finn smiled, tracing a hand down Logan’s cheek. “It’s me. I just…” Finn swallowed. He was breathing hard, as though his heart was pounding, and glanced back towards the party. He gave his head a little shake. “I thought of you dancing all night, and I just…”

Logan took a step closer, or perhaps it was a step away from the party—from certain blue eyes, and kind smile, and…and guilt at having enjoyed himself so much. Especially looking at Finn’s conflicted, sad eyes.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have,” Finn said softly. “But I came because…after everything we said this afternoon, I just wanted you to know that I…That no matter what happens…”

Logan just shook his head and put his hands on Finn’s shoulders, his cheek. “Darling, no. I want you here. I’ve wanted you here all night.”

Finn leaned into Logan’s hands, smile creeping onto his face. “Have you been dancing with stuffy good-for-nothings?”

Logan bit his lip. “For the most part.” For all but three.

Finn arched a brow. “Count me jealous.”

Logan laughed, then pushed up on his toes and kissed him. “Don’t be. You know why?”

“Why?”

Logan took a step back, bowed, then held out his hand as he would have on the dance floor, should he be the one leading. “Because we can still hear the music.”

Finn laughed, brown eyes brightening. “Well. We have made do with less, haven’t we?”

Logan looked at Finn standing there. The two of them, hiding in a garden to be free. He should have been able to walk Finn through those doors, have the music swell and surround them, dance six times in a row because, yes, this is my fiancé.

“Yes,” he replied to Finn. "Much less. So much less than you deserve.”

Finn shook his head. “No, no. None of that now.” Finn gave a mocking little bow back, and looked up at Logan with a smile. “And I’m leading.” He straightened, holding out his hand. “May I?”

May I? A fleeting thought of Leo flashed before his eyes. Leo, standing there alone, waiting for him, holding two cups. He should go back. He should.

“You may,” Logan said, because he wanted this, too. He had wanted this all night.

But Finn knew him too well. Logan had never been able to hide anything from Finn. As they joined hands, Finn kept him close even as he asked the question that Logan knew must pain him.

“Who was he?” They turned together to the distant strings.

Logan closed his eyes, leaned his forehead against Finn’s shoulder briefly, then looked up at him. “He was kind, that’s all. They rarely are.”

He reminded me of you. He made me feel the way I do when I’m with you.

“It’s all right, Lo,” Finn said. “I…I hardly want you to be miserable. I’m only—curious.”

Logan smiled a little as they parted, palms pressed together, circling one another. “Jealous.”

Finn smiled. “But you already knew that.”

“Lord Leo Knut.” Logan arched a brow when Finn made an interested noise as they switched palms, circling the other way. “You know him?”

“Yes, actually,” Finn said. “Not know him. Know of him and have seen him. Do you know he accompanies his cooks to the markets himself?”

Logan frowned. “What, he doesn’t trust them?”

Finn laughed and drew them back together, trading Logan’s hand between his own behind his back. “No. He enjoys it. Peter, my friend, he’s the fire-starter for the Knut household.” They fell back into place, Finn’s hand low on Logan’s back. Logan loved it so much he could burst. “Says his Lordship’s down in the kitchens all the time—cooking.”

“Cooking?” Logan said, and let Finn pull him closer, let himself sink into the feeling of Finn’s laugh. “God.”

“And you can hardly make tea.”

Logan laughed, pinched Finn’s shoulder where his hand rested. “Oh, stop.”

Finn grinned and turned Logan once more just as the song came to a close, leaving them in a lapse of silence and pressed against each other. Logan, hand against Finn’s warm chest, the familiar, rough fabric of his shirt beneath his fingers, felt the peace he had been looking for all night. The peace, he could not yet admit to himself, that he had found glimpses of in a scene that was a mirror to this one. In blue eyes rather than brown, in a soft voice that made him laugh just as loudly as Finn did.

“You’ve been practicing,” Logan said softly. The night settled around them, Finn’s face thrown into soft shadows by the lights coming from the distant party.

“Only on my own,” Finn said back. “I wouldn’t want to feel anyone but you.”

“Finn…” Logan reached up to cup the back of Finn’s neck, to feel his soft hair slip through his fingers.

“What if I was wrong?” Finn whispered. “Earlier, what if…” He looked so conflicted suddenly, was holding Logan so tightly. “Logan, what if I told you that—that there was a way for me to be someone you could deserve, someone who you could be seen with—”

“Finn,” Logan breathed. “God, I don’t need you to change.”

“Yes, you do,” Finn said. “If we—if we were ever to be together, then, yes, you do. And…” Finn made a pained noise, pressed their foreheads together. “And what if I said that there might be a way, but—but it could not work.”

“No,” Logan said. “I don’t need a way. You don’t need a way. Today, you said I needed this ball. But isn’t that the fucking problem with me?” Logan laughed, but only bitterly, only at himself. “I’m useless. I do basically nothing all day because no one needs anything from me. I’m a youngest child of a wealthy family. I don’t need to marry for a title. I don’t need someone else’s money. I don’t need society’s good opinion, that’s for fucking sure. What I need is you, and I…” Logan had to break off, heart pounding hard in his chest. “I am so—so in love with you.”

Logan watched Finn’s brows draw together, eyes filling with bright tears.

“And I am in love with you,” Finn whispered.

“Then that’s it,” Logan smiled, tearful himself, and pressed up on his toes to kiss Finn again. “That settles it for me. That’s all I need.”

Finn cupped Logan’s cheek. “Logan, it’s not that simple…”

“It could be.” Logan hesitated, then sighed. “It should be. Fine. Then what is this way of yours?”

Finn’s eyes darted between Logan’s. He opened his mouth to speak, but seemed to be having trouble forming the words.

“I have to tell you,” he finally said. “Logan, I have to tell you something. Before tomorrow morning I have to tell you—and I was rash, I do know that, perhaps I…I was jealous and I do love you, so much that it hurts sometimes, but…Please, listen, I think this could help us.”

“Finn,” Logan shook his head, confused. “I don’t understand. Don’t look so worried, it’s all right.” Logan pressed up to kiss him again and kept close as he spoke, trying to sooth him. “It’s all right, we’ll be all right—”

Logan was cut off by a soft gasp that came somewhere to their left, making them both look up. Logan’s heart dropped into his stomach.

Because Leo was standing there, blue eyes wide.

#12 days of winterfic 2022 lumosinlove #Bridgeton au #o'knutzy #finn o'hara #Leo knut #Logan tremblay

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