#ficoween

[nostalgic-soda]

Introducing Ficoween!!!!!!

A Fanfiction Prompt List for the last week of October leading up to Halloween!! Use the tag ficoween so I can reblog any fics following the prompt list!

#fandom #fanfic #fanfiction #prompt #fanfiction prompts #writing prompt #prompt list #ficoween

[guiltygearbridget]

For @nostalgic-soda's ficoween prompt 24: Decor! (i hope this fits the prompt adshjf)

my first ever guilty gear fic! sorry if the characterization is a bit off asdjghf, hope you enjoy!!! :D

#guilty gear #guilty gear fanfic #guilty gear fanfiction #gg fanfic #gg fanfiction #testament #johnny #may #johnny guilty gear #may guilty gear #testament guilty gear #testament gg #may gg #johnny gg #ficoween #johnny x testament #johnnytest

[arrowofcarnations]

Fic-O-Ween 2023 Day 1: First Frost

Happy fest, y’all! Here’s some Harvard-era FinnLo pining to ring in day one. Huge thank-yous to @lumosinlove for the Sweater Weather characters and universe and to @noots-fic-fests for organizing the fest!

Title: Love at First Fright Pairing: Finn O'Hara/Logan Tremblay Rating: G

“Trick or treat!”

Finn smiled at the ghost-witch-robot trio looking up at him and dropped three handfuls of candy into the plastic pumpkin pails they held up expectantly.

“Hey, nice costumes! Happy Halloween!”

The kids barely stood still long enough to say it back before they were taking off in the opposite direction of the frat house, eager to get back to their parents and hit up more treat stops around campus before dark. It was a good day for it; classic autumn in New England, from the crispness in the air to the red, brown and yellow leaves drifting down off the trees to cover the manicured grass in a vibrant seasonal blanket. Even the deep red of Harvard’s brick buildings seemed more beautiful in October, like they were meant to exist in a state of perpetual fall.

Throngs of local kids—and some of their parents—were all decked out in their Halloween best, while Finn and the rest of the OKN guys wore school-branded clothes while taking turns manning the candy-laden folding table outside the house between classes. (Finn wasn’t sure any of them owned a costume they could wear outside in broad daylight.) 

He laughed as Percy walked over, refill bag in hand, wearing the exact same gray sweatshirt with a crimson HARVARD across the chest as he was, the same black joggers—almost the same sneakers. “Fashion.”

Percy grinned back at him. “You know it, baby.” He turned the bag upside down, dumping the candy into any bowls that weren’t full and spilling some across the table as he went.

“Yo, you’re getting jolly ranchers all over the ground.”

“You’re a fuckin’ jolly rancher.”

“You’re a fuckin’ kit-kat.”

“You’re a—”

“Shut up, there’s kids,” Will warned, then passed some treats to a tiny ballerina with a kind smile and a compliment for her costume.

“Oh shit, my bad,” Percy said, and Finn snorted as Will cuffed him on the side of the head.

Finn unwrapped a watermelon jolly rancher and popped it into his mouth as he watched students and families pass by. Percy nudged him with an elbow, getting his attention. “Where’s Tremz? Thought you were surgically fused at this point.”

“Fu—” he cut off as Will leveled the captain stare at him. “Heck off. He’s in his medieval history class, he’ll be back soon.”

“Speak of the French-Canadian devil,” Percy shouted as Logan walked up the path to the house, backpack on his shoulders and snapback on his head—backwards, per usual. He looked good in the crimson Harvard Hockey hoodie he was wearing; Finn’s eyes caught the fraying at the cuffs and his stomach swooped as he realized it was his, that Logan must’ve swiped it this morning before heading out. 

“Bonjour,” Logan said, oblivious to the state of Finn’s internal organs.

“Bone-joor,” Percy replied before Finn could say it. “Very French of you. And shorts in October. Very Canadian of you.”

“We haven’t even had first frost yet.” Logan looked from Percy to Finn. “How much candy did you let him eat?”

“Too much,” Will answered for him. “Don’t you have class next, Marshy?”

After a complicated handshake with Finn that neared 15 seconds long, Percy grabbed his bag and took off at a slow jog. Finn wasn’t happy that he left, exactly, but he was happy that Logan walked around the table to take his spot right beside him.

“How’s that black plague treatin’ ya?” he asked as Logan slid his backpack off and under the table.

Logan’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. “Better than it’s treating medieval Europeans. But the reading is a little…”

He looked away—embarrassed, maybe, or frustrated. Finn knew he hated that English still tripped him up sometimes, though the amount he’d improved in just a few semesters was damn impressive. Finn kicked his shin lightly. “I got you. Would’ve flunked out last spring if it weren’t for you, so. Bring on the plagues.”

Logan kicked him back and sent him a grateful smile. And just because he couldn’t help it, Finn plucked at the sleeve of his hoodie. “Nice sweatshirt.”

“You left it on my chair,” Logan said, but Finn saw a little bit of color in his cheeks that he was pretty sure the afternoon chill didn’t put there.

It was a shoddy excuse, but so was Finn teasing him about it being “a little tight in the shoulders, Tremz, you gym beast” just so he could put a hand on one of those broad shoulders and squeeze. Logan was warm and so solid even through the layers; his hand lingered just a second too long before he let it fall away.

The next half hour passed quickly as trick-or-treaters came and went. The sun had just started to sink lower in the sky when a girl who couldn’t have been older than five or six walked up to the table, her guardian hanging back a ways. She had a hockey jersey on and was carrying her helmet, probably tired of wearing it around. 

She was closing in on Logan, who’d ended up on the opposite end of the long folding table as Finn at some point, when the big animatronic ghoul in front of the porch lurched and let out its tinny scream. The girl jumped, looking terrified, and tears filled her wide brown eyes.

“Oh,” Finn heard Logan say softly; his brow was knitted with concern as he walked quickly out from behind the table and crouched down in front of her. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you.”

The girl didn’t say anything, just turned to look at her adult and then back at Logan. It seemed like she was trying not to run away.

Logan nodded at her jersey. “You play hockey?”

She nodded.

“Me too. All these guys are on my team. What’s your favorite position to play?”

That drew her out of her shell. “Goalie,” she said with a quiet confidence as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I see. You know what I know about goalies?” The girl shook her head, but clearly looked interested at whatever Logan was about to say. He leaned in like he was telling a secret, then said, “They’re the bravest ones. Also the craziest.”

Finn’s chest warmed at the way she laughed, at how Logan had gotten her from near-tears to happy and chatting in no time at all. He never got to see Logan with little kids; all their siblings were older. It was nice. It was sweet. It was doing things to Finn’s heart that he’d rather not think about.

In the end, the little girl—Harper, she told Logan as he filled her candy pail until it was overflowing, then filled her helmet, too—skipped away in a great mood. Logan was still smiling a little after they’d gone as Finn walked over to him.

“She was cute.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.”

“You, too.” It was out of his mouth before he could shove it back in. Logan raised an eyebrow at him. “You were cute with her,” he explained—not that that really made it better.

But Logan looked pleased that he’d said so, even as he shrugged. “It’s not hard when they’re adorable. She said she’s a goalie.”

“Oh, so the skeleton thing should’ve been afraid of her.”

Logan laughed. “That’s kind of what I told her.”

Finn wanted to say so much. You’re cute all the time. You should only wear my hoodies. You’ll make a great dad someday. I want to share that someday with you.

Instead, he took Logan’s hat off and ruffled his hair. “Dinner?” he asked. “Burgers? Hog’s Head?”

Logan took his hat back and put it back on, but he wasn’t even pretending to be annoyed. “Ouais, let’s go now before they make us clean up.”

As they snuck off behind the house toward the pub, Finn took a handful of cherry jolly ranchers out of his pocket and put them in Logan’s. Logan laughed, then did the same for Finn with the watermelon ones. 

“Happy Halloween, Tremz.”

“Happy Halloween, Harzy.”

#sweater weather lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #breakaway lumosinlove #finnlo #o'knutzy #my fic #ficoween 2023

[radiohand]

The prison guards (Nanbaka) taking the day off cuz their s/o forced them 2 so they could watch horror movies and eat candy

The Guards Taking The Day Off

characters: Hajime/Samon/Kiji/Kenshirou

warnings: barely suggestive stuff

Hajime

He will put up a fight..

Good luck on even getting him to comply with this idea

If by some miracle he agrees, then you better buy multiple bags of candy.

He literally won't flinch a bit

Not even during gory movies

If you get scared by horror movies

He tells you that you shouldn't choose a very scary movie

If you decide to ignore him (rude), then expect him to say he told you so while you are hidden in his side.

Lets be honest, he is very protective and loves for you to see him as your protector.

So of course he will stay up through the night to "make sure you sleep well"

In reality, through the night he is working on paperwork T-T

If you don't get scared by horror movies

I like to think it hurts for him to have someone/something laying on his stomach due to his stomach problems, so he will be sitting up and you either in his lap or laying on his shoulder.

You both point out stupid decisions that the characters make

I also headcannon that he will get mad if an animal (cats mostly) gets killed

Points out mistakes in the fight scenes

Samon

Scaredy cat 10000%

He takes a little convincing to stay home with his little cutie

He stays home with you to protect you!!

And for candy. His favorite candies are Toosie Rolls somehow???

In reality, he needs to be protected and held more than you.

If you get scared by horror movies

Oh your poor neighbors...

They will be hearing screams ALL NIGHT LONG

Samon tries to say that you screamed more

You didn't

Neither of you are getting sleep tonight

I really believe that if you guys hear a strange noise in the night, he will send you out to check.

Don't say a word about this to Hajime

If you don't get scared by horror movies

Good luck! You are a babysitter!

He will be glued to your side the entire night

Cover his eyes during gore scenes please

He may work at a prison but he can't handle guts and pain

BUT he will focus on fight scenes and tell you what they are doing wrong, right, etc.

Expect to be woken up just to go to the bathroom with him cause he is scared

Also don't say a word to Hajime about this

Kiji

"Oh honey...no"

Say you will let them do your makeup and it's a yes!

Doesn't allow candy T-T

They want to make you happy and enjoy the movie with you...but is worried about losing beauty sleep

So instead you two will watch some more family friendly Halloween movies!

Kiji's favorite is ''It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown!''

You both will put face masks on and eat some popcorn (unsalted)

Falls asleep in the middle of the movie but pretends they were up during the entire thing...yeah right

They overall aren't a fan of Halloween

Not only because Kiji never really celebrated it, but they don't like being scared

Kenshirou

".....Why?"

He is actually sorta okay with staying home with you

But to spend that time getting scared?

He is confused

But he is a cheesy romantic so he will do anything to please you

How sweet

Speaking of sweet, he also doesn't like many sweets.

But will buy you some of course!

And by "some", I mean 6 bags of candy...

He loves to spoil

If you get scared by horror movies

Probably the sweetest out of the four

Will pull you closer each time you get scared

Kisses you when he can tell that a jumpscare is about to happen

Afterwards, he will stay up till you fall asleep

Holds you close throughout the night, not because he is scared but because he wants to comfort you

If you don't get scared by horror movies

Still holds you close in case you do get scared

During slow parts of the movie, kisses your neck and whispers in your ear.

Doesn't talk during any other parts of the movie

He also doesn't leave the room except to let his dogs out (I like to think he takes the dog guards home with him)

While you are watching closely to the movie, he will admire you

God the smile this man will have on his face

#nanbaka x reader #hajime headcanons #nanbaka headcannons #samon headcanons #samon x reader #kiji headcanons #kiji x reader #kenshirou headcanons #kenshirou x reader #nanbaka halloween #ficoween

[fruitcoops]

Hi Eve! Okay so I was reading sw and after the cubs get together we see Finn and Leo tell part of the team about their relationship and Logan telling Sirius, but we never get to see Dumo finding out and I would really love to see Logan telling Dumo. I just feel like coming out to him would be a really important moment for Logan and a very cute, emotional, father/son, bonding moment for both of them.

I adore your writing and if you have the time, I’d love it if you could write something like that? Thank you!♥️♥️

Fic O' Ween Day 10 (Cryptids) was an ao3 fic, so here's Day 11! I'll be publishing Day 12 sometime today or tomorrow <3 Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Day 11: Halloween Song

If there’s somethin’ strange, in the neighborhood—

“I’m in a relationship.”

Dumo paused with a handful of unicorn streamers halfway to his cart. “Really?”

“Mhmm.” Logan was still sifting through the sticker bin, elbow-deep in characters from a dozen different holidays, but his hands trembled. “Have been for—for about a week now, officially.”

He nodded slowly and set the streamers down. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck— “What’s their name?”

Logan snorted. “Not assuming it’s a girl?”

“I think I learned that lesson already with my other basement goblin. Is she?”

“No.”

Is there something in the tap water? Dumo thought as ‘Ghostbusters’ continued to play overhead. Maybe something haunting the basement walls? “What’s…his name?”

A beat of quiet passed as Logan continued shuffling through sparkly butterflies; he swallowed hard before chancing a look over. “Two.”

Dumo blinked. “Two? Two boyfriends?”

His answering hum was a bit strangled. “You know them, actually.”

“Alright, well, good for—”

“It’s Leo. Knut. Knutty?” He cleared his throat. We’re doing this in a Party City playing outdated Halloween music, Dumo realized through his fog of surprise. My other son is coming out to me and we’re in fucking Party City. “And Finn. Finn O’Hara, the…you know him.”

“Yeah, I know him,” Dumo said, feeling rather silly about the whole thing. He wasn’t exactly surprised, but he had to admit it had been a toss-up between the two for who Logan would end up with. Both…both wasn’t bad. “That’s wonderful, Logan.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” he said thickly, swiping his cheek on the sleeve of his shirt without taking his hands out of the sticker bin. “It’s—I’ve been in love with Finn for about six years, actually, and Leo’s Leo and he’s just great and I’m gay but also not really?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Dumo reached out and placed his hand on the back of Logan’s shoulder, where he could feel him shaking all the way through. The tinny song echoing through the nearly-empty store was almost over. “I’m proud of you.”

He took a shuddering inhale. “D’accord.”

“Viens ici,” he murmured, folding Logan into his arms with a sigh. Hands immediately clutched the back of his thick sweater and a sob was muffled in the knit—he ran his palm in a steady circle over Logan’s shoulder blades until his shivering eased. “This is wonderful news and I am very, very happy for you.”

“I th—I think Sirius and Loops figured their shit out,” he said, sniffling. “They’re gonna be okay.”

“So are you.”

“It’s kind of a lot, isn’t it?”

Dumo gave him a light squeeze of comfort and felt Logan melt into him. “Not if it makes you happy.”

“I haven’t told anyone else yet.”

The electro-synth faded into silence and Dumo closed his eyes. “Thank you for telling me, then. I won’t share unless you want me to.”

“You can tell Celeste. Probably easier that way.”

“D’accord, mon fils.” He pressed a kiss to the top of Logan’s head; after a few more seconds, Logan pulled away and wiped his face off before turning back to the stickers. “We can head home now, if you’d like. We don’t have to stay.”

“Nah, it’s okay,” he said with a wet laugh. “We might miss the Christmas music next.”

“Logan?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is this the ‘no boyfriends behind a closed door’ talk?”

“Non,” Dumo laughed. “If all three of you can manage to fit in one bed, you deserve it. It’s just…I’m proud of you. That’s all.”

His teasing smile slipped into something softer and a flush spread up to his ears. “Merci.”

“I’m proud of you,” Dumo repeated. I wish I could have had this conversation with all five of you. “And I’m here for whatever you need.”

Logan set the roll of glitter-coated stars down and Dumo met him in the middle for an even tighter hug, one that nearly knocked the breath out of him. There was nothing more he needed to say—Logan, despite his allergy to emotional discussions, seemed to understand. They would have plenty of time to discuss the details later without ‘The Monster Mash’ as their background music.

#pascal dumais #logan tremblay #oknutzy #cubs #coops #sweater weather #lumosinlove #father/ son #my fic #fanfic #ficoween #coming out

[rosemoonweaver]

Attention Fic-o-Ween writers! There is now a collection you can post your fic to! If you’d like to add your works to the collection, please feel free to do so! 

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/FicoWeenFanficCelebration

@samanddeaninpanties @quiescentcastiel @dragonpressgraphics @dreamsfromthebunker @maliciouslycreative @leofgyth @omgbubblesomg @nox-lee @jemariel @lilliavance 

#ficoween

[maliciouslycreative]

Rules: Post the name of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues/interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or I will tell you something about it!

I was tagged by @stevieraebarnes. she wanted to see my shame. This is not a comprehensive list, just what I could find easily.

Jason wants a taco

Clone Wars but Dean is a jedi and Castiel and Jimmy are clones

destiel but in heaven because fuck season 15 ep 20

batfam voltron xover

mosh pit romance

crime boss dick

fairshaw soppon

I Forgot, I Want to Forget (But Sometimes I Want to Remember You)

dessert dick

UtRH but Bruce dies

jason is bad at fps

Jason in a dress

food for Imp

tiddy bear

bunny keef

Only the Finest Jutlery

Cat Keith

dicktimkaldur metal au

shjaith

nb Keith

chubby Shiro

voltron curling au

deanjimmy zoo

ham sticks

fanfiction leads to love

trans dean dr office

soul mates

curling au

receiving panties

underwear model dean

winjimstiel vampires

[name redacted because fuck Jon Schaffer for being a fucking fascist fuck]

passive-aggressive flower battle

mustard dick

(a handful of unttiled ME fics that are all part of the same fic)

fake dating jaydick

ficoween - jason sees ghosts

breaking into library

do I have more wips? absolutely. I have 18 years of wips. These were all the ones I could find and are probably more than the equivalent of a couple notes scrawled on a napkin.

tagging: @rosemoonweaver @gabedemon @luthienluinwe and.... my brain has turned off. I can’t think of anyones names. please if you see this consider yourself tagged. I want to know about all your wips. And honestly if you’re feeling bad about how many wips you have remember my list. And I can send you some from like 15 years ago so you feel better about being slow at updating.

#stevieraebarnes #replies #tag meme #writing meme #rip me honestly #i like how only like 3 of them are actual titles #titles are hard ok

[samanddeaninpanties]

Family Ties

Title: Family Ties

Rating: Explicit

Rhip: Sam/Jack, Destiel, wincest if you squint

Warning/tags: au, creature fic/au, creature Jack, creature Cas, werecreatures, werecat jack, werecat cas, top!Sam, bottom!Jack, implied switching between Sam and Jack, bottom!Dean, top!Cas, d/s, dom!Cas, sub!Dean, alternating POV, time skips, age difference, barebacking, team Dean’s red ass, spanking, confessions, drunk Dean Winchester, wincest if you squint, wincest vibes, established destiel, first time, first kiss, first time for everything fest, falling in love, idiots in love, interspecies romance/relationship/sex, Sam needs brain bleach, Dean needs brain bleach, Jack probably also needs brain bleach

Prompt: 16

Summary: A cat follows Sam home. He's more of a dog person but it doesn't stop him from letting the friendly kitty inside. What's the harm in feeding it and giving it a warm place to stay for the night? That's what he thinks until the next morning when he discovers a man in his kitchen. Naked. Shit really hits the fan when the man tells Sam he's the son of a friend, because there's only one name that comes to mind - Cas. Dean's boyfriend.

*Please note the spanking is between Sam and Dean. I have decided to leave their relationship ambiguous, so you can choose to see their scenes as platonic, sexual, romantic… whatever you wish.  

Written for @rosemoonweaver 's ficoween. (Yes, posting way late. Sorry).

#tori writes #spn #rosesficoween #samjack #destiel #creature au

[queenofcarrots]

N and Q for end of year asks? If you haven't done them yet? :)

N. Anything you were planning to write that never got written?

Yes! I have a list of prompts for the finnreylo murder au, stories that fill in the plot, and then other things will come along and render those careful plans moot. At one point I was going to have a whole story where Ben and Rey basically propose to Finn and ask him to move in with them, but then I wrote How To Bake Sweet Honey Cake: A Recipe as a prompt for @lovethemfiercely and @flypaper-brain and the topic came up in that story so I ran with it. And my next story will be Finn moving in with them. There are aspects of that original planned story that will turn up later, but the story itself is no longer a thing.

Q. Quote three bits of writing you read his year. Can be your writing, or not. 

Your father is about to ask me the question. This is the most important moment in our lives, and I want to pay attention, note every detail. Your dad and I have just come back from an evening out, dinner and a show; it’s after midnight. We came out onto the patio to look at the full moon; then I told your dad I wanted to dance, so he humors me and now we’re slow-dancing, a pair of thirtysomethings swaying back and forth in the moon-light like kids. I don’t feel the night chill at all. And then your dad says, “Do you want to make a baby?”

Ted Chiang, “The Story of Your Life” (the short story on which The Arrival is based) The whole story is beautiful and I love the use of tenses.

I love everything @lovethemfiercely writes. She is the best person to be writing Statera Trium and I will forever be thankful that she chose to write the prompt. It’s impossible to pick a favorite bit, but this from the most recent chapter is a lovely illustration of the evocative language she uses, and how she effectively keeps the characters together even when they’re physically separated.

Finn had stopped as they saddled the horses and made ready to depart; he was leaning his head against the mare’s side, anxious and conflicted, feeling inside his satchel to touch the book, the Gospels. It was still there, still secret.  At once, his mouth was filled with the taste of strawberries. There’d been no such fruit at breakfast, but the tart-sweet flavor was unmistakable. Eyes closed, he could feel the burst of juice on his tongue, and hear a sound he’d heard only once before;  Ben was laughing. Finn could feel a hand on his own, feel the small shape of the fruit in his palm. He felt hot, and a little confused; but over all of that was a sense of surprise, and delight. It was enough reassurance, for now.

Rey’s raptures over the little handful of strawberries he’d picked were extremely gratifying.  The speed with which she popped the first one into her mouth when he placed it in her hand surprised a laugh out of him; which made her grin out of the side of her mouth as she chewed.  She insisted on sharing, and he was happy to comply. It made a nice addition to their bread and cheese, and Ben knew he’d be looking out for more as they rode. She’d thrown her arms around him in thanks; such a small thing, to make her so happy.  He was still smiling as he lifted her onto Exilium’s back to start their second day’s travel. Making Rey happy was something he enjoyed a great deal.

This last bit is my own, probably not the best or most poetic, but I like it because it’s the first bit in this particular story where I hope the reader thinks, oh shit. It’s from The Beach House, a Lovecraft/M.R. James influenced horror story (Finnreylo) that I wrote at Halloween for @rosemoonweaver‘s ficoween. The lead-up to this is Ben losing his shit because Rey blows a whistle that they found in his dead uncle’s study.

“That was so scary,” Rey whispered to him, “I had no idea he could be like that.”

Finn could only nod, his eyes trained on the horizon outside the window, which was now almost completely dark. “Yeah, that was bad. I’m really sorry, Rey. He’d better apologize.” But Finn didn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t.

As it happens, Ben did apologize. He came up to the bedroom, head hanging, about an hour later. And he was very, very sorry. He explained that he’d used to have anger issues, but he’d been in therapy for a few years, and he didn’t understand what had set him off earlier. It was just a stupid whistle. He promised to practice his calming techniques the next time he felt an outburst coming on. And he cried, too, he wept, and asked them to please, please forgive him.

They did, of course, and their caresses of forgiveness quickly turned heated. Ben argued convincingly that he deserved to be punished for his transgressions, and Rey agreed with this wholeheartedly. And Finn? Well, Finn was happy to go along with this; anything to keep his lovers happy.

Afterwards, when knots had been untied and heated skin was being iced, Finn finally thought to ask Ben what the Latin words on the whistle had said.

“Oh right, I forgot about that,” Ben answered. “It means who is the one who is coming. I can’t bring myself to make a joke about it. Anyway, it’s nothing.” And Finn nodded, and kissed his boyfriend’s lips again, and promptly forgot all about the whistle and its inscriptions.

Narrator: he should not have forgotten.

Thanks for the asks @orkindofamazing!!

#dot answers #orkindofamazing

[ao3feed-jily]

BOOya!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3mvWpZ0

by whataboutmyfries

The cubs, Coops and Jily dress up for a night out and Remus and Lily have cooked up a scheme

Words: 1142, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Sweater Weather - Lumosinlove, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Leo Knut, Logan Tremblay, Finn O Hara

Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Leo Knut/Logan Tremblay/Finn O Hara

Additional Tags: oknutzy, wolfstar, jily, ugh this is nowhere as good as some other stuff ive written but oh well, spoopy season, Lily and remus stopping hearts, Halloween!, ficoween

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3mvWpZ0

#ao3feed #fanfic #Harry Potter #Jily #James Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Potter #Lily Evans Potter

[ao3feed-castiel]

Poppet Dolls and Pet Names

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2xsoivt

by blood_moon_mermaid

Dean and Rowena are a perfectly happy couple. They have great chemistry, even better sex and a good time in general. Though Rowena has a secret, she's a witch, over 300 years old. One day Dean finds a popper doll sitting on his pillow and he decides to use it, believing that nothing would come about.

Prompt-

Character A comes into possession of a poppet. They don’t really think anything of it, because everyone knows magic isn’t real. That is, of course, until Character B shows up and they have some issues with what Character A has been doing to them via the doll.

This is for Rosemoonweaver's ficoween on Tumblr. Her blog- http://ift.tt/2ggpwB6 And AO3- http://ift.tt/2xsbghz

Words: 969, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Characters: Rowena MacLeod, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester

Relationships: Castiel/Rowena/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: rose's ficoween, Poly Relationship, Alternate Universe, Kind of..., Bisexual Dean Winchester, bisexual rowena, poly dean winchester, poly rowena, poly castiel

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2xsoivt

#IFTTT #cas #castiel #spn #supernatural #ao3feed

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Fic-O-Ween 2023 Day 4: Dead End

Some Luke/Logan friendship for day four of the fest (@noots-fic-fests)! Thanks to @lumosinlove for creating these two, and special thanks to @fruitcoops for beta-reading this and being an all-around excellent friend and hype noot. <3

Title: Birds of a Feather Characters: Luke Deveaux, Logan Tremblay Rating: G

(Contains Vaincre spoilers!)

“Luke and I have been running along the river. You know, the Hudson River path? It’s been kinda warm so sometimes we lay out after. There’s a park with grass. It’s nice.” (Logan, Vaincre, May Part Two)

~

They didn’t have a set schedule or anything. It would happen like this: Luke would text him something like “Run tomorrow? Gonna be nice out,” Logan would send a thumbs-up, and they’d pick an access point along the path to meet—sometimes a familiar one, sometimes a new one way uptown or downtown so they could try out a different route. That’s how it happened in the beginning, at least. Now Logan texted first sometimes, too.

Neither of them were runners the way Finn was, both preferring to keep it down to a few easy miles at most. Sometimes they’d stop so Luke could pet a dog, or so Logan could take a picture of the view to send to his boys. It was…well, nice, like he’d told Leo. Grounding. Head-clearing. Nice, too, to hang out with Luke outside of practice, travel and team dinners.

He had other real friends in New York, of course—with Alex, Percy and Will as his teammates, it still kind of shocked Logan just how many friends he had here—but there was a level of understanding with Luke that was unique. Alex and Percy were loud, outgoing, hearts-on-their-sleeves people. Will was a thousand times more patient and level-headed than Logan could ever be. But Luke—Luke was a lot like him. A hundred silent thoughts for every one said aloud. Guarded around new people. Tough shells, Leo had said of the two of them. Logan supposed that was as good a phrase to characterize it as any. He just knew he was thankful for it.

On this particular day—the warmest they’d had since they’d started doing this together—they hooked up with the path near the George Washington Bridge and headed south, flanked by rows of still-blooming cherry trees lining the river. They’d timed it late enough in the afternoon for the crowds of cyclists, families and dog-walkers to have thinned slightly, but with enough daylight left so they could finish before dark. Streaks of orange and pink were starting to paint the sky by the time they reached Riverside Park. They found an empty spot and planted themselves there; the grass was cool on Logan’s skin as he flopped down on his back, only raising his head to take a sip of water before going boneless.

“Do you have a good route in Gryff?”

Logan’s gaze traveled from the wispy clouds overhead to Luke sitting beside him, bent over his own thigh in a stretch.

“Ouais, kind of,” he replied. He liked that Luke never used the past tense when they talked about Gryffindor, about his life there. “I usually go with Finn—he has his favorites. There’s one we do in the old part of the city that’s good. You know the Godric’s Hollow neighborhood?”

Luke nodded, switching to the other leg. “Hazard dragged us to a bakery there on some little dead-end street once.”

An ache Logan was now familiar with pinged briefly in his chest. Race you to the door. Damn, I can smell those croissants. C’mon, Lo baby, I’ll buy you something sweet. “I know the one. Pretty sure he built the route around that bakery. Even when Knutty and I sleep in, he’ll bring us back something.”

It was a relief to not have to pick and choose his words when it came to Finn and Leo. So new, and still so strange. Had there ever been a time before the last few weeks when he didn’t have to worry about implications?

Finished with his stretch, Luke sat up straight and rolled his neck and shoulders a few times before grabbing his own water bottle. “He’s a morning guy, eh?”

Logan nodded. “Annoyingly so. He needs a coffee in one hand and a book in the other just to keep him in bed past eight.”

Luke gave a hum of acknowledgement, then chugged the rest of his water. He was quiet long enough that Logan was about to ask something else, but then Luke, staring out at the water, said, “Saint’s the same way.”

It was a good thing that Logan had already noticed, that he’d already suspected as much, because it was easy to keep his expression neutral. He was surprised, though; not because Luke and Saint were a thing, but because Luke had told him about it.

“He’s a morning runner?” he asked, staying put in his casual sprawl as though no big news had just been dropped.

“No, yoga. Out on his balcony, ass crack of dawn, with this ugly tie-dye bandana on his head.”

Logan laughed, loud and bright, and it startled a little laugh out of Luke, too. “Goalies are crazy.”

Luke’s shoulders, which had been creeping up toward his ears, dropped; his whole body seemed to relax by several degrees, and he smiled. “They’re nuts.”

They both let the lull in conversation stretch for a little while after that. Luke eventually laid down under the waning sun like Logan was, both of them watching the sky as the city provided a familiar soundtrack of birds, dogs, people and distant traffic. Logan thought about how Luke helped make New York feel like a home away from home. About how nice, how necessary, it was to carve out new routines and memories in a place that was so tangled up with his memories of Finn, and how Luke seemed to know that, how he’d been helping Logan do that without ever discussing it. Though, he guessed part of it was that Luke simply wanted to hang out with him because he liked him.

Liked him and trusted him. Logan wasn’t sure how he’d earned that, but he knew he’d do his best to keep it.

And because he liked Luke, too, he had to turn his head on the grass to look at him and find out what the two of them were dealing with, even if it was awkward.

“Do the other guys know?”

Luke shook his head.

“Your families?”

Another head shake.

“Have you talked about it? You and him.”

Luke glanced away, then snapped his eyes back to Logan like he was making himself stick this out. Logan understood that more than he could put into words. “Not really. It’s—a thing, but not…no one’s said boyfriend. It’s not like Black and Lupin. Or you three.”

“D’accord.”

Luke didn’t ask him not to tell anyone. He didn’t need to.

“You don’t seem surprised,” Luke said after a moment.

Logan shrugged. “Not because—I didn’t hear anything from anyone. I think maybe I can see it because I lived it for so long.”

Luke looked like he was taking that in for a second. Logan hoped he got it right. He wasn’t Finn, who always knew just what to say to anyone, or Leo, who made people feel comfortable with the kindness that radiated from him like sunlight. But Luke nodded, tossed him a stick of gum, and started talking about their upcoming game on Tuesday, so Logan figured he hadn’t fucked it up too badly.

They talked hockey until they really started to lose the light, then made their way through the park toward the street, walking fast to keep warm as dusk ushered the spring chill back in. They lived close enough to share an uber, and Luke called one as they reached the curb.

Logan pulled out his phone as they waited; Finn had correctly guessed where he was just from a blurry picture of one of the pink-petaled trees from earlier, and Leo sent a selfie of the two of them with goofy grins from ear to ear and a love you, gonna kiss you in 2 days!!!. He forgot all about the weather, warmed from the inside out at the sight of them. He wanted that for Luke and Saint, too. He wanted it for everyone who still had to hide, who still told themselves they weren’t allowed to have it.

The car pulled up in front of them and, just before they got in, Luke put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing briefly.

“Thanks, Tremz,” he said, tone casual but green-brown eyes sincere. “For real.”

“No worries,” Logan said, a phrase he’d picked up from Leo. “Get in, I’m fucking freezing.”

Luke shoved him, then climbed into the car. Logan followed his friend close behind.

#sweater weather lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #o'knutzy #st tweedle #my fic #ficoween 2023

[radiohand]

Qi matching Halloween costumes!!! (Maybe like corpse bride or ghost face and syd or something yk!!)

Oh this...this is beautiful. I decided to have different costumes based on how the reader presents so I hope you don't mind!

Matching Halloween Costume With: Qi

|Fem Presenting|

Frankenstein's Monster & Bride

Let me be honest...you will have to plan this costume for both of you. That includes ordering everything, doing y'alls makeup, etc.

You will also have to beg him to do this with you

But in the end it is worth it

You guys are super cute & won Nanbaka's costume contest!!!

yes I believe Nanbaka does a costume contest

|Masculine Presenting|

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

OOOOOh BOIIIIIIIII

So you will most likely be Billy Loomis (right) because Qi doesn't want fake blood on his face

Now this will be a costume he will actually be down for!

This is because he doesn't need that much makeup and prep

This boy is lazy. We all know it. But when it comes to making you happy, he will try his best.

And yes...that includes dressing up as very gay serial killers for Halloween

Actually he has never watched the movie

You told him a quick summary tho so don't worry

Gets 2nd place in the Nanba Costume Contest

Liang accidentally wins with his "ghost" costume

wink wink manga readers know what I am talkin' about

#this is so different than what i usually do #nanbaka qi #qi x reader #ficoween #nanbaka x reader

[fruitcoops]

Maybe something with Dumo first realizing Sirius liked Remus. I feel like it would be something along the lines of "aw, it's good Sirius is making friends - nope, he likes him"

Fic O'Ween Day 2! Have some pre-Coops Halloween pining <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Prompt #2: Masquerade Meet-Cute

TW for implied/ mentioned alcohol (no drunkenness)

Dumo ducked to avoid a flying lollipop and leveled a playful glare on Logan—he received a sheepish grin beneath the skeleton half-mask before Finn jogged past with the lollipop in hand and dragged him back off into the crowd. It was exciting to have a new rookie in his home after all that time, especially one so different than Sirius.

Speaking of…

He leaned back against the table and craned his neck to try and spot the familiar head of raven hair; the excessive sprawl of the rink ballroom made the search much more difficult than it would have been if they kept to the tradition of having the party at his own home. Still, he couldn’t deny that a costume party wasn’t a little bit more fun when he didn’t have to scrape crepe paper off the walls at the end of the night.

“Ope!” The sudden yelp to his left startled him; when he turned, red was already dripping over pale fingers. “Oh, god, I’m so sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” Sirius said, already dabbing at the spilled drink with a handful of novelty napkins. His brow was furrowed over his domino mask. “It was my fault, I should have been more careful.”

“I’m such a klutz,” the other man sighed as he reached around Sirius’ waist for a few more napkins. The accent was familiar, but the gray-and-tan wolf mask obscuring his face made Dumo stop and think for a moment. He was never all that good at placing American accents, especially when they were watered-down by years spent in the melting pot of Gryffindor and muffled by the noise of the crowd. “Did I spill on you?”

“Not at all,” Sirius assured him. The other man’s free hand flailed uselessly by his sloshed drink before he pushed the mask up, revealing an apologetic smile and worried hazel eyes. Sirius visibly paused. “Oh.”

“I guess your costume kind of hides it, huh?” Remus laughed with a shake of his head. “Good call.”

Sirius remained quiet for reasons Dumo didn’t quite understand before he blinked and seemed to come back to himself. “It was all Pots. Uh, James’ idea. Looks a bit stupid without him here.”

“Hey, no way!” Remus protested, looking up from his attempts at salvaging his tattered and lightly stained flannel with a frown. “You look badass. Robin, right?”

A soft smile—too soft for a mere lucky guess, to be honest—came over Sirius’ face. “Exactly. James is Batman.”

“He chose you over a couple’s costume with Lily?” Remus teased. The punch was nowhere to be seen on his hand, but neither of them moved from their place by the table. Interesting, Dumo thought. It wasn’t like their corner was particularly well-lit or close to the action. Very interesting.

“Catwoman’s around here somewhere.” The smile didn’t fade; if anything, it grew broader when Remus laughed.

Dumo tilted his head. Oh.

Oh.

“Oh,” he murmured to himself, taking a sip of the punch Logan had definitely helped spike not twenty minutes earlier. Pieces began clicking into place like the cutouts of a jack o’lantern, forming a whole picture that he had somehow missed over six years of knowing Sirius Black. There was no concrete proof, of course, but there was just enough to prod the back of Dumo’s thoughts.

He had never seen his pseudo-son look at anyone with that same bashful excitement before. Yet there it was, directed at one Remus Lupin.

Their topic had changed; Sirius poked one of the fuzzy wolf ears perched on Remus’ head and his eyes grew mercury-bright against the black of his mask at the responding snort. Though Remus’ quick sip of his drink might have hidden his face from Sirius, it did nothing to conceal his grin from Dumo.

Someone called Remus’ name over the pumping Monster Mash and they both jumped. “You should probably go make sure nobody drowns in the apple tub,” Sirius said wryly.

“Nah, I’m off-duty. Means I just get to enjoy the show.” Remus’ eyes twinkled in the low light under the brim of his mask. The voice called out again, more insistent, and they laughed. “Happy Halloween, Wonder Boy.”

Sirius’ breath visibly caught in his chest as Remus turned and nearly bumped right into Lily, who rolled her eyes and linked their arms before dragging him off. Dumo wasn’t the best at reading lips, but he could have sworn he saw Sirius mouth ‘wonder boy’ to himself before setting his own glass down and vanishing into the dense crowd.

Very, very interesting, he thought with a sly smile.

He checked his watch—ten minutes to midnight. Plenty of time to slip away like the phantom his own mask was named for and fill Celeste in on the plan taking a vague shape in his mind.

#pascal dumais #dumo #sirius black #remus lupin #logan tremblay #finn ohara #james potter #lily evans #pre-coops #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #ficoween #masquerade #halloween party #pining

[rosemoonweaver]

OK! I would like to do #18 for Finnreylo. It'll be based heavily on MR James' classic ghost story "Oh, Whistle, And I'll Come To You, My Lad," which I've wanted to base something on for a while.

You got it! I’m excited to see what you write :) 

#ficoween #leofgyth #rock the askbox

[arrowofcarnations]

Fic-O-Ween 2023 Day 5: Ritual

Some spice (and I’m not talkin’ pumpkin spice) with a Star Wars-y twist for day five of the fest (@noots-fic-fests)! Co-written with the fantabulous @veryspacecowboy—and posted just in time for your birthday!!! <3

Title: Beskar Babes Characters: Finn O'Hara/Logan Tremblay/Leo Knut Rating: E

Thank you as always to @lumosinlove for the boys—especially Kuny, who I think we can all agree is the real MVP of this one.

Like many good things, it all started with a Star Wars marathon spread over an away trip. 

Actually, it really started with a shutout game where Leo made several impossible saves. In the locker room, Kuny had ruffled Leo's sweaty hair and called him Master Skywalker, to which Leo had blushed and admitted he'd never actually seen Star Wars. 

Naturally, this caused a huge uproar, especially from Kuny and Nado, but also from Finn. The three of them ranted and raved for all of about five minutes before Kuny clapped his hands on Finn and Leo's shoulders and said 'Your padawan, he is, O'Hara. Teach him Force, you must.’

Over the next week, Finn showed Leo (and Logan, who was mostly there for cuddles) episodes four through six, one through three, Solo, Rogue One, and finally (with a grain of salt), seven through nine.

Once they were finally back home in their apartment, settling back into their routine after the ups and downs of the long roadie, Finn started watching The Mandalorian on nights when he wasn’t caught up in a book. His boys had pretty much left him to it, declaring themselves Star Wars-ed out for the time being. But Leo’s passing glances at the screen while Finn was watching slowly became watching half an episode over Finn’s shoulder, and then the two of them were in it together, shared blanket thrown over their legs and all. Logan grumbled more and more about it until he finally gave in, the allure of couch cuddles too strong, and started watching with them.

It didn’t take Logan long to notice his boyfriends’ crushes on the show’s lead, the Mandalorian himself. Leo was the first to admit it, letting out a low whistle during the scene when Djarin removes his helmet for the first time. “I knew he was hot.”

Finn had laughed and thrown his hands in the air. “Okay, right?! He was hot with the helmet on, even, but damn. Like, okay.”

Logan didn’t disagree, but mostly he was just amused at their fawning, which they kept doing from time to time until the season ended. Then one day in the locker room, as he watched Finn and Leo talk about the finale with Kuny and Nado, he got an idea.

Before crawling into bed with his boyfriends that night, he sent a quick text to Kuny.

Did you buy that Mando armor you showed us?

да yes, beskar delivery today.

why?

Can I borrow it this weekend?

There was a long-ish pause, those three dots moving like Kuny was typing, then deleting, typing, then deleting once more.

clean off cum after, little Mando

you come here and pick up?

Logan’s cheeks were burning as he tapped out a fast tomorrow am, ignoring both the short joke and the implication because, well. It would just sound stupid to lie. He already knew the smug grin Kuny was going to give him tomorrow, but he could take a little chirping from him (and inevitably Nado) if it meant the success of his plan.

~

It was easy enough to pull off the surprise; Logan stopped at Kuny and Nado’s place on the way home from a grocery run, leaving the outfit in his car until he had some time alone to get ready. Luckily, Finn was hell-bent on restocking their bar so he could make them a round of after-dinner manhattans (“We have off tomorrow!”) and Leo wanted some weird liqueur for a baking project, so all Logan had to do was pass on joining them for the ride, saying he wanted to shower instead.

The armor wasn’t the easiest thing to get into, but still only took him half the time it did to suit up for a game, giving him a few spare minutes to check himself out in the mirror. It had been custom-made for Kuny, so some of it was unsurprisingly big on him, but he thought he looked alright anyway. He huffed out a laugh at his reflection, shaking his head a little.

“D’accord, here we go,” he said to himself. He heard the rumble of Leo’s car pulling up in the driveway, fitted his helmet on, and made his way to the living room.

The way their apartment was set up, the living room was kind of tucked behind a wall that helped give the kitchen more cabinets. If he knew his boys, they'd go straight to the kitchen to put away groceries before doing anything else. He shifted a little, the blaster at his hip and the tracking fob blinking steadily in his other hand. 

The lock at the front door clicked open and the voices of his lovers carried through, halfway through a conversation. Logan swallowed thickly and waited. 

"—cool that we don't have to get your Crystal hot sauce from your parents anymore, now that they just have it at the grocery store."

"Well, yeah, but I like getting care packages from my parents. Even if I'm paying for the shipping." The sounds of things being put away, bottles clinking, and the fridge doors closing were slightly muffled through the helmet.

"BabyNut, no one's saying you can't get care packages from your sweet mama, I'm just saying now she can put more homemade goodies in, if she wants."

"Yeah, s'pose so. Remember when it exploded in the box?" There was some laughter and a soft silence Logan recognized as kissing. "Hey, where's Lo? Is he napping?"

And with that, Finn flipped the lights on in the living room and the pair of them stepped out of the kitchen. Leo froze at the sight of Logan (he assumed it was Logan) in full-on, practically screen-exact Mandalorian armor. Finn bumped into him with a soft oof and gasped when he peeked around Leo.

"Holy—Jesus Christ, Lo, where the hell did you get that? It looks great!" There was a long pause as Logan stood up, tracking fob blinking softly as he pointed it at his boyfriends. Then, he pulled the blaster from its holster.

"I can bring you in warm…or I can bring you in cold." 

All three of them went still for a moment, and Logan was smiling from ear to ear under the helmet at the literal jaw drops he’d elicited from his boyfriends. Leo was dragging his gaze all the way down Logan from head to toe and back again, and Finn’s gaze flicked from the blaster to the helmet right where Logan’s eyes would be, seemingly rendered speechless mid-sentence. That was more like it, Logan thought.

Leo broke the silence first. “I surrender,” he said, voice low and honey-sweet as his lips twitched up in a tiny grin. He sent a sidelong glance toward Finn, who was still wide-eyed and uncharacteristically quiet. “Harz?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “What about you?”

Finn swallowed twice, and Logan was just starting to feel worry unfurling in his chest when the redhead took a step forward, then another, stopping just short of the blaster aimed at him. “Oh yeah,” he said, putting his hands in the air in a show of surrender. His crooked smile was warm and full of promise, and it chased away the panic in Logan instantly. “I’m all yours, baby.”

"I would've thought that a Marshal of Tattooine—" Logan semi-gently poked Finn in the belly with his blaster before nodding his helmet at Leo. “and a Jedi Master would put up more of a fight for having bounties on their heads, but I've been surprised before. Not that surprise has helped them live." 

There was another beat as Finn and Leo caught on to Logan’s play. Anticipation was picking Logan’s heart rate up, but he fought the urge to squirm, keeping still as he waited to see what the other two would do.

Finn considered him with raised brows, that crooked grin turning a little more surprised, but no less amused. “A bounty, eh?” Finn said, letting his belly press against the end of the blaster just slightly. “Well, that changes things. I thought this was a Mandalorian’s way of asking a guy for a drink.”

Leo came up behind Finn, snaking his arms around his waist. “And we’d be very interested in having a drink with you,” he said, voice soft and sweet but blue eyes full of mischief where they burned into Logan’s despite the helmet.

Leo leaned his head down to press a lingering kiss to the side of Finn’s neck, and Finn sighed into it. It distracted Logan just enough to let Finn get his hand around the weapon, coaxing it away from his body until it was pointed toward the floor between them. “What do you say?” Finn breathed. The two of them were looking right at where they knew green eyes were considering them. “No fun bringing us in cold when we’re this hot.”

That got a little huff of a laugh out of their darling Mando, and Finn felt that warmth in his belly from making his sweetheart laugh. They hadn't talked super seriously about sexy roleplaying or dress up, but this? The beskar armor? The tough-guy attitude? Finn liked it a lot and, from the feel of Leo pressed up against him, he guessed he wasn’t the only one.

"I thought the Jedi had rules about attachment. You two seem pretty attached."

"Restarting the Order comes with a few perks," Leo said, his disapproval of how Luke acted in the series shining through a little. "Friendship, love, and sex aren't the enemy. But…the last of those is on the table, Mando. If you like."

Logan tilted his head, pretending to consider their offer. Then he motioned toward the hallway with the blaster. “Bedroom, now,” he said in the most commanding tone he could muster.

He watched as Finn and Leo shared a look, all wide eyes and excited grins, and felt the familiar pull to be closer to them. But he wasn’t ready to give up the game just yet. Finn went first, then Leo, then Logan behind them both, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Once he turned around to face them, he was met with two gorgeous boys standing by the foot of their enormous bed, watching him and waiting for his next direction. A thrill ran through him as he found himself running the show. This wasn’t their usual dynamic, even without the roleplay, but Logan was eager to see where it would go, where he could take them.

He holstered the blaster at last, crossing his arms instead as he stared them down. “Take off his clothes, Jedi,” he said, the hint of a smile in his voice. “Since he’s in such a hurry to get out of them.”

Being called Jedi was apparently doing it for Leo because he'd never stripped one of the boys out of their clothes as fast as he was getting Finn naked. "Oh my g—kriffing shit. Leo!" Oop—he'd actually forgotten about Finn's shoes. Well, now he was naked at least. All those freckles on display, with that gorgeous, perfect amount of deep red body hair…and that lovely, lovely cock. Logan was definitely hard in his armor.

"Now, Marshal…give us a turn and get the Jedi naked."

Marshal. Finn didn’t know if he should be finding that as hot as he was, but he was too into this whole surprise roleplay to care. What was hotter than that, though, was Logan. The way he was carrying himself, so in command, made Finn want to do things—want to have things done to him—that he hadn’t really thought about before. He shivered in the open air, feeling distinctly exposed with his boyfriends still fully dressed. But not for long—he had orders, after all.

Finn stole a moment to give Leo a lingering kiss, pressing his palms to the sides of Leo’s neck and stroking the strong line of Leo’s jaw with his thumbs, before pulling away with a grin and a waggle of his eyebrows. He stripped Leo efficiently—not as lightning-fast as Leo had done to him, maybe, but he didn’t make a show of it, either—and pulled him in for another kiss, heated and a little sloppy with excitement, once they were both completely, equally naked.

“Oh, hi,” Finn murmured as Leo’s quickly filling cock pressed against his hip. “You like him, huh, Master Knut?” Leo gasped, eyes wide and dark, and Finn smiled, knowing he’d got him good. They would absolutely be returning to the Jedi persona for Leo; it just fit so perfectly, and Leo obviously really liked it.

"I do, I do like him. The voice, the confidence…the armor." Leo swallowed thickly and glanced over at Logan, still with his blaster in his hand. "What…what would you have us do, Mando?"

"It's been a while since I've been to a show. Too busy hunting Imperials. Take him apart, Master Jedi. At my direction."

Finn felt a little shiver run through him again, but it wasn’t from the air this time. He looked over at Logan, then at Leo, who was sizing him up with a hunger in his eyes that made Finn’s heart pick up. Oh, he was in trouble. And it was going to be good trouble.

“It would be my pleasure,” Leo said, ducking his head to leave a trail of kisses from the corner of Finn’s jaw down his neck, stopping at the cap of his shoulder. Finn was a little twitchy with excited energy, wiggling his toes on the wood floor and skating his hands through Leo’s hair, across his back, up his arms—wherever he could reach.

Leo noticed, and walked Finn backwards until he could coax him down onto the bed. He ran a soothing hand down Finn’s bare chest, then looked over his shoulder at Logan. “This good?” he asked.

Logan nodded, walking closer to the bed to get a better view of them as Leo settled himself on top of Finn. He didn’t join them, though; he was content to watch the show for now, like he’d said, though he didn’t know how long he’d last without giving into the desire to touch them.

He watched as Leo and Finn lost themselves in a slow, tender kiss that morphed into something a little more desperate by the time they broke apart, panting against each other’s mouths. Leo hummed softly, nuzzling his nose against Finn’s cheek in a sweet contrast to the way his hips were slowly starting to roll against Finn’s. Finn’s hands were curled around Leo’s ribs, fingertips pressing into the strong muscles of his back, and he kissed the gray tuft that was always visible in the mass of Leo’s blond curls before his gaze wandered over to the armored figure looming a few feet away.

“You could help him,” Finn said to Logan, his smile going slack as Leo moved to suck a bruise into the junction of his neck and shoulder. “You could—fuck, Leo—help him take me apart.”

"Mm." Logan shifted a bit, helmet tilting as he assessed what Finn had suggested and what Leo was doing to him. "Something tells me you're not the one getting taken apart. Take it slow… take a moment to settle into it. I'll do my part soon enough, Marshal. And Jedi? Make sure to leave marks. This is the Way." This was as much Logan talking as Mando, and it made another shiver go through Leo and Finn.

Leo guided Finn’s gaze back to his with gentle fingers on his chin. “What do you say, O’Hara?” Leo’s smile was playful and loving and it warmed Finn from the inside out, helping to calm his energy a bit. “Do you trust me?”

Finn knew that Leo was playing along with the scene, but he was also really asking. He wasn’t used to just—lying back and taking it, so to speak. He liked to do the work, he liked to take Leo and Logan apart and give them everything they wanted and then some. But his answer came without hesitation. “Mhm,” he hummed, kissing the tip of Leo’s nose. Because he did trust them, both of them, implicitly. And whenever he’d stepped out of his comfort zone with them before, it had always ended more than well. “Go ahead, baby. I’m all yours.”

Just like on the boat in New Orleans, Leo would take good care of Finn, and hopefully the pair of them could ease Finn down into subspace. Logan and Leo had experienced it before and Finn had been so good with them. He deserved the same. The fact that it had a Star Wars flair was just…a nice extra touch. 

The three of them shifted, Leo moving Finn up the bed a bit so Logan had room to perch on the edge of the bed and watch. He wanted to take off the helmet…but knew it would be better and 'more authentic' if he waited for now and left it on. "Touch him, softly. Ease him into it, touch him where he likes."

Leo looked over his shoulder at Logan and nodded, biting his lip against the arousal that spiked through him at Logan being in control. At Logan instructing him how to make love to Finn. It was intimate, doing this as a pair, and a part of his brain was already coming up with ideas of what they could try in the future. He looked back into warm brown eyes and shelved those thoughts for now; he had a marshal who needed him, after all, and he fully intended on following the mandalorian’s orders to the letter.

Leo settled back over Finn, bracketing him with his knees on either side of Finn’s thighs and his forearms on the sides of Finn’s head, and kissed him for what felt like a blissful eternity, slow and deep. When he felt Finn start to relax underneath him, Leo pulled back just enough to drag the pad of his thumb across Finn’s bottom lip. Finn smiled, kissing it, and Leo kept going, tracing a gentle path with his fingertips down the long expanse of Finn’s neck, to his broad chest, pale and strong and peppered with freckles.

He shifted to kiss over Finn’s adam’s apple as his fingers traced teasing circles around his nipples. Finn made a soft sound at the touch, arching up into it slightly, and Leo gave him a little more, brushing over the pink buds with the smoothest parts of his hands and then the spots where his skin was rougher and more calloused. Finn squirmed and sighed and sunk his hands into Leo’s hair, but he didn’t try to initiate anything, so Leo replaced his hands with his mouth as a reward, lapping and sucking gently until Finn’s nipples were hard peaks.

“You’re so beautiful, Harzy,” Leo breathed, blowing cool air over Finn where he was now extra sensitive. He gave each nipple a last kiss. “So good for me always.” He kissed the bump of Finn’s sternum as his hands made a slow path down his chest and belly to the V of his hips.

“Leo,” Finn gasped, cock pulsing out a bead of precome where it hung heavily between his legs. Leo’s mouth watered at the sight, but he wasn’t there yet. Finn wasn’t there yet.

He kissed his way back up to Finn’s neck, leaving a purple love bite to match the one on the opposite side. “Fuck,” Finn groaned, gripping Leo’s shoulders. His hips bucked, unconsciously seeking friction. “Fuck, baby.”

“You like being my good boy, don’t you?” Leo asked, running his knuckles down Finn’s cheek tenderly as he got an enthusiastic nod in response. Then he took hold of Finn’s wrists, easing his arms back until they framed his head on the pillow. “Can you stay just like this while I go a little lower?” There were so many other places Leo wanted to love on Finn’s bottom half.

As Leo smooched down Finn's belly, headed towards his cock, Logan shifted so he could stand up by Finn's head. "You like to be good for your Jedi?" He traced along Finn's arm and then his shoulder with the soft leather glove, just the tips of his fingers to make Finn shiver and moan sweetly. "You'll be so sweet for us, I can tell." 

"I—yeah, I'm good. I want to be good for you two." Finn let out a shaky breath as Leo lapped at the head of his cock. Logan cupped Finn's face in his hand, gently teasing his bottom lip with his thumb as he cradled Finn's jaw.

Without overthinking it, Finn yielded to the gentle pressure, opening his mouth and drawing Logan’s gloved thumb inside with his tongue as his eyes slid shut. He sucked on it once experimentally, then groaned around it, brown eyes fluttering back open to look up at Logan through his lashes. This was new for Finn; it made his cheeks hot and his dick throb under the barely-there flicks of Leo’s tongue. He stared at the shiny visor and wished he could see what Logan’s eyes looked like that second.

There was a shift between them, a subtle change in the feel of things, there in their bed. Leo squeezed where Finn's ass met his thigh and the redhead moaned softly around the gloved finger in his mouth. Finn was slipping nicely, his two boys easing him down into a fuzzy, warm floatiness.

"Yeah, sweetheart, you're so good. You look so good sucking his thumb. Such a good boy for us." Leo murmured these words of praise into Finn's lovely, freckled lower belly and looked up to see how Finn gazed up at Logan, still wearing his helmet. "Mando—Logan. Can you take off your helmet for us?"

Logan hesitated for a moment, debating with himself. Finn looked so gorgeous underneath them, eyes wide and dark and trusting, and his slow sucks around Logan’s thumb were sending arousal spiking through Logan’s body. Part of him was dying to rip the costume off and kiss the living daylights out of Finn, and then do the same to Leo. But part of him wasn’t sure what would happen if he did. Could he keep up this energy with them without the armor, without the persona?

He looked over at Leo where he was pressing kisses to the root of Finn’s cock and watching them both with lust-blown blue eyes. Then he looked back at Finn and felt his heart pull at the look on Finn’s face. He let Logan’s finger slip from his mouth, his hands reaching to find purchase on any part of Logan he could reach. “Please,” he said, soft and sweet and yearning. “Please, Lo baby, wanna see you.”

He hadn’t even finished getting the words out before Logan’s hands were flying up to the helmet, pulling it up over his head and letting it rest on the nightstand with a soft thud. He was flushed and his brown hair was sticking to his temples where a thin sheen of sweat had broken out over his skin from the heavy costume. Finn let out a soft noise as he finally locked eyes with Logan, smiling at him like he’d hung the moon, and Logan couldn’t wait another second, pushing a hand into Finn’s hair and giving it a tug that made Finn’s toes curl before catching him in a dizzying kiss.

“Gorgeous, mon rouge,” Logan purred against Finn’s lips, allowing the break in character to give Finn the praise that was so obviously sending him up to cloud nine. “Your mouth is perfect. I want you to keep doing that while Leo sucks your cock.” He looked over at Leo. “Ouais?”

Leo swallowed hard, his own cock heavy against the mattress. “Ouais,” he said, already a little breathless. It was such a treat to see his boys like this, it was like a remix of their special lovemaking on the boat. Christ, he wanted his boys any way he could have them, including with the added spice of beskar. "Finn, check in with Lo. Okay?"

"Uh-huh, okay, Le—" Finn let it out in a breathless rush, a blush settling high on his freckled cheeks as he gazed up at Logan. He tilted his head just enough to press a little kiss to Logan's thumb before Logan slipped his thumb past Finn's lips once more and Leo descended on the redhead's cock.

"You're such a treat to look at, Harzy, especially with Leo's mouth on you. Did the armor really get you that hot?" When Finn nodded and moaned around Logan's thumb, he couldn't hold back his smile. Fuck, he was so lucky.

For a long few moments, Logan let things play out, Finn’s sucks around his thumb becoming more rhythmic as he mimicked what Leo was doing between his legs. Then he slid his thumb out from that wet heat, cupping Finn’s cheek briefly to reassure him he hadn’t done anything wrong, and stepped back just enough to start getting himself out of the costume as fast as he could, taking care not to scuff or break anything. He had nothing but boxers on under the costume’s layers; it was a relief to be standing only in them after what felt like hours in the hot, heavy armor.

He crawled onto the bed, laying on his side next to Finn, and Leo pulled off Finn’s cock with a kiss before coming up to lay on his opposite side. Their hands trailed over Finn’s chest and stomach idly as Logan kissed him again, more slowly this time. When he pulled away, Finn chased his mouth, his eyes closed and his lips swollen and bitten-red. Logan felt his heart squeeze and his dick twitch at the sight.

“Gorgeous,” he said again, quiet and reverent, and ran a hand through Finn’s mussed-up hair. He took a second to lean over and kiss Leo for good measure, and he could practically feel how turned on Leo was by this, too.

A happy sigh beneath them made them both break the kiss and look. “Fucking love watching you two,” Finn said with a dopey grin. “Never gets old.”

That drew both of their attention back to him, and soon he had two pairs of lovely hands mapping his skin, two wickedly talented mouths drawing soft, low sounds out of him. Logan sucked a bruise into the side of Finn’s neck, just under his ear, as Leo pressed a few slow, open-mouthed kisses to the base of his cock before grinning up at him (fuck) and sinking down on him until the tip of his nose brushed the soft-coarse hair below Finn’s navel.

"Oh—Leo, fuck—Logan—” Finn was so glad they'd dropped the pretense of the roleplay because he was quickly getting a little too far under to remember anything but his gorgeous boys' names. Logan combed his fingers through Finn's hair again and again as Leo worked his magic on the redhead's cock, slurping when he pulled up near the head, swallowing and breathing through his nose to take Finn into his throat. 

“Don’t come yet,” Logan instructed.

Finn whined, knee knocking into Leo’s shoulder as he shuddered with pleasure.

“Harzy,” he warned. He caught Leo’s eye as he looked up at him questioningly. Logan just winked in response, then grabbed lube out of the bedside table drawer and knelt behind Leo, drawing him up onto his knees, too.

“Don’t get him too good,” he said to Leo, borrowing a phrase he’d picked up from him. The anticipatory shiver that rolled through Leo as he ran his palm down each asscheek, then circled his rim with a slick fingertip, was worth every bit of chirping he was going to take from Kuny tomorrow. “You’re giving me a show, remember? I want to see him fill you.”

That got a moan out of both them, Leo's louder as he nodded his consent—and Logan worked the first finger inside him. "I can—I can take two, Mando—Lo, please.” The roleplay was a little hazy now that the armor had come off, but none of them much cared. Logan bit Leo's shoulder and then soothed it with a kiss, giving his lover another finger, at his request. 

"You guys are gonna fuckin' kill me, I swear—Lo, lemme cum—"

"Non. You'll cum in him after I do."

"Fuck yeah I want both, I want you both—" Leo rocked his hips back on Logan's hand, but Logan stopped him with a hand on his hip. 

"Be good and you'll get both." 

Leo, ever the team player, obeyed, melting into Logan’s hold as he was prepped. He had to pull his mouth off Finn twice more after bringing him to the edge; Logan watched those big goalie hands pet down Finn’s chest and flanks soothingly as Finn obeyed, too. (They were being so good for him. Logan was going to make it worth their while.)

The first press of his cock inside Leo was pure bliss, just like always. Logan’s eyes darted everywhere: at the sight of himself disappearing into Leo, at Leo’s strong back and the slightly sweaty blonde curls at the nape of his neck as he swallowed Finn down again, at Finn’s wrecked, desperate expression and pale fingers gripping the sheets as if for dear life.

He knew it would be over soon—they were all too fired up to take it slow—so the pace he set was fast, giving Leo the short, sharp thrusts that would get them both there before Finn lost it completely. He could tell Leo wanted it just as badly, groaning as he pushed his hips back to meet him.

“Gonna come,” Logan said tightly, reaching around to take Leo’s cock in hand. Leo’s strangled cry made Finn thrash and Logan pick up the pace, jacking Leo to the quick tempo of his thrusts.

“Oh my god, oh—yeah, Tremz, come on, wannahaveitgimmeitplease?”

Logan dropped his head between Leo’s shoulder blades and moaned long as low as he pulsed inside him, hips grinding slowly as he rode it out. He smiled to himself as he felt Leo start to come a few seconds later, stroking him through it and savoring the shocked little laugh that tumbled out of him as Logan got him nice and full and spent.

Well, hopefully not spent-spent. He still wanted to see their plan through. Logan looked over Leo's shoulder at Finn, who looked like he was trying very, very hard not to spontaneously combust.

Leo had stopped the blowjob while he came which seemed to give Finn just a moment to calm himself. But now he had two sets of eyes on him. Finn swallowed thickly and his cock twitched against his lower belly.

"Leo, do you still want—?"

"Yes I want it, I want him, m'fucking good for it." Leo let out a soft noise when Logan pulled out.

"You know what to do then, O'Hara. Give him his second and make him messy."

Finn groaned and covered his face with his hands. "You can't just say shit like that after Nutty's just given me the succ of my life and then not let me cum—jesus—" By then, Leo had already shifted, climbing up on top of Finn so Logan could line them up.

Leo looked down at him and gently moved one hand out of the way. "There's my handsome guy. You ready Fish?"

"Yeah baby, fucking give it to me."

Leo wasted no time; he sank down onto Finn’s cock as he guided Finn’s hands to his waist, squeezing them in a quick pulse as Finn got the message and held him there.

Logan almost missed Leo’s hushed “fuck yes” under the punched-out moan that escaped Finn’s lips as Leo found his seat. Finn was beautiful like this, utterly breathless and flushed down to his freckled chest. Logan’s hand was tender as it brushed red hair away from Finn’s eyes.

“I like you desperate,” he murmured, which earned him one of the surprised little laughs Finn often gave them in bed. Logan wanted to kiss the point of his smile-scrunched nose, so he did.

“You two,” was all Finn said before kissing him, as though that answered everything about his current state. Logan’s chest swelled with pride as he realized that for Finn, it did.

The grin on Leo’s face was a little wild, a little sex-drunk, as he started to move (and oh, did he move. Logan had literally just fucked him, but he was still a tiny bit jealous as he watched pure bliss blossom over Finn’s handsome face).

“Holy fuck, Le,” Finn managed. He pushed his hips up a few times, trying to meet Leo, but his shaking legs flattened on the bed after a minute. He was going, going, gone, and so was Leo. Logan wanted to get them the rest of the way there.

"Can you give us another, soleil? Can you cum all over Finn's pretty chest as he fills you up?" Logan kissed Leo's cheek and took hold of his cock, causing a gorgeous little hitch in Leo's hips that had all three of them groaning. "He's so close, aren't you, Rouge?"

"I'm there, I'm there, holy fuck, Le—Lo—baby, I'm there, can I? Let me, please can I?” There was nothing so beautiful as Finn O'Hara spread out and flushed with pleasure and begging to cum. He made the prettiest picture and his cock just felt so good inside of Leo that…

"You can cum, Finn, be good and cum and fill him up." Logan gave him permission and kissed his forehead as Leo threw his head back and rode their redhead as hard as he could.

As long as he lived, Logan would never, ever not be transfixed by the sight of his boys like this. The way Finn arched his back, eyes falling shut as he moaned so pretty and gave himself over to it; the way Leo laughed around a “yes, yes, yes!” as he got what he wanted and then followed Finn close behind, knees jerking inward on either side of Finn’s hips as he came harder than he had the first time, shaking in their hold on him.

It was like Logan could feel it, too, and it made him needy all over again. His cock twitched against his thigh, but he ignored it in favor of stroking Leo through the aftershocks and run fingertips down the ladder of Finn’s ribs as he gave every last drop to Leo.

Soon, though, both of them went a little boneless, Finn slipping out of Leo as Leo pitched forward to lay chest to chest. Finn looked a bit squashed, but he wasn’t complaining; he kissed Leo’s sweat-damp temple and rubbed his back in a slow rhythm. Logan knelt beside them and bit his lip against a groan as he closed a hand around himself, chasing a second orgasm. He’d join the cuddle puddle in a moment, he just needed to…

“Lemme,” Finn slurred, eyes already half-lidded as Leo pet his hair. He shot a hand out but missed, grazing Logan’s thigh; Logan laughed even as he stroked himself faster, gripped a little tighter.

“Stay,” Logan teasingly commanded. “ ‘M close. I’m—merde, you two…”

He jumped a little as he felt a hand grip him by the back of the knee and pull him closer.

“C’mere,” Leo said, sounding just as sleepily sated as Finn even as he urged Lo closer. “On me, on me, please?”

Logan was about to say something about Leo being messy enough, but then Leo arched a little so his ass was on display, displayed for Logan, and said “please?” again. Logan watched as cum trickled out of him and realized it could be his or Finn’s, and that was it—he shifted closer, jacked himself quick and hard for another few seconds, and painted Leo from the small of his back to the tops of his thighs.

All three of them were breathing heavily, sort of all smushed together in a pile of hockey players on their huge bed. That was truly one of the best parts of their sex ritual; however they ended up, they were snuggling. Eventually, Finn cleared his throat.

"So, uh, not to be that guy and question such an awesome thing that brought about mutual orgasms, but like…where the fuck did all that come from?! I mean, I loved it—the voice and the armor and the roleplay and the armor, but like. Where did all that come from?" He flapped his hands a little from where he was pinned under Leo, and it got chuckles out of Leo and Logan. But then Leo turned and peeked at Logan.

"...That's not your suit, is it?"

"Non. It's a rental."

"Right, but from who?"

Logan sat up and kissed Leo's shoulder and got up to get a flannel. "...it might have been Kuny."

"Ohhhh my God, we're about to get chirped so fucking bad," Finn lamented, even as Leo pressed smiley little kisses all over his freckled neck and shoulder.

"Mm, and I'm going to be fucking sore tomorrow, but it was worth it. Right, Marshal?"

"God… You'd make such a pretty Jedi, Le. The prettiest."

"Et moi? Do I get a thank you?" Logan returned with the cloth and began to clean up Leo.

"Consider my crush on Pedro Pascal officially replaced. New celebrity crush is Logan Tremblay in a Mandalorian costume."

"Hear-hear, seconded and the motion passes. But when you give the armor back…" Finn paused and caught Logan's eye with a grin. "Ask if that website has Jedi robes."

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