#st tweedle

[arrowofcarnations]

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

[hecksee]

Safe With Me

Hex? Hex posted a @lumosinlove oc fic in the year of 2022? After being MIA in the fandom for like a year and a half? More likely than you think

Anyways have this Vaincre St. Tweedle. I havent read Vaincre, so uh *thumbs up*

As always thanks to Haz for the characters, thank you to @peggyrose19 for the help with my boys, and @wonder-womans-ex for being a god and the best ever.

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The sound of the bedroom door slamming echoed through the apartment, leaving Luke staring at the hallway where Saint had stormed off to. Luke’s ears were ringing, the silence being a stark difference from the shouting that had just taken place. It was unsettling. The calm before the storm, although, Luke supposed, that wasn’t right. More like the eye of a hurricane; everything unnaturally still and unsuspecting before the intense storm resumes.

He knew that Saint wasn’t mad at him, not really. They’d gotten into fights before, big blow-up ones happened more often than not when they’d first met, with their assigned rooming together freshman year. Fights over where they’d left their textbooks, where the food was put in the fridge, where their gear was stored; anything and everything was cause for an argument. 

But this wasn’t like that. It happened occasionally, Saint got overwhelmed and lashed out. Saint didn’t come from the safest environment to be vulnerable in. In foster care, it was safer to lash out, to mask your emotions with anger and get into fights to release the tension. That was Luke’s guess at least, old habits die hard; Luke knew that himself.

read more on ao3 here

#st. tweedle #saint lumosinlove #luke deveaux #luke deveaux x saint #lumosinlove #sweater weather #vaincre #sweater weather lumosinlove #lumosinlove sweater weather #lumosinlove vaincre #idk what else to tag this with lmao

[lumosinlove]

If you're willing, whichever number question you want to answer for St. Tweedle? They're so <3333

Do they enjoy dancing?

So much. Slow and fast, close and spinning. But I don't think anyone knows.

[fruitcoops]

do you have any st. tweedle fics per chance?

I haven’t read Relic Keel, so no, but my lovely friend @peggyrose19 has a few!

#fic recs

[hazelnoot-analyst]

Best St. Tweedle fics recs?

Ohohoho do I have some recs for you. They’re my favs and it’s quite possible I have either written or read every single fanfic of them. Not sure. But it’s possible. 

When In Vegas - @wonder-womans-ex 

One Word Answer - @wonder-womans-ex 

Coughing Up Secrets - @wonder-womans-ex (this one hurts)

You’re Going to be the Death of Me - @peggyrose19 

Hold Me Closer - @peggyrose19 (18+)

How It Could Have Gone - @hecksee 

WILD - @hecksee 

Happy reading!!

#ask the analyst #fic recs

[marauderserasimp747]

*Now Taking Fic Requests*

I’m taking requests now! For @lumosinlove OCs and Ships!

This includes: O’knutzy, Coops, Jily, Dorlene, O’Darwin, Luke x Saint (St. Tweedle?) Etc.

Will Write: Fluff, Light Smut, Headcanons, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, funny scenarios, social media fics idea credit goes to @fruitcoops ,etc.

Will NOT Write: Drug use, Car accidents, Severe Drunkness, Self harm, heavy smut, xReader fics, etc.

I CANNOT guarantee a consistent update schedule. Some OCs of mine will be added depending on the request.

#not fic #lumosinlove #oknutzy #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #kasey winter #leo knut #sweater weather lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #hockey #coops #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter

[moonyswriting]

Heart and Soul

@peggyrose19 and @wonder-womans-ex had their birthdays over a month back and I didnt manage to make them a gift. but I still wanted to make you something because I wont just drop it after I missed the day. so this is for you two. you are incredible and talented people and I'm honoured I get to call myself your friend. I hope you'll like it.

characters by @lumosinlove

thank you for beta reading @moonofthenight

Chapter 1

“Final seconds of the second period on the clock, Frank. The Saint’s going for the goal again, passing Tremblay and going straight in Nutty’s direction-”

“And that was a hit on Leo Knut, by the Hollow’s Saint’s winger Andrew Kline. And now, the expected punches follow. Marly, they could have really seen Logan and Finn coming, right?” “Definitely, Frank. No team likes it when someone fights with their goalie but these two seem to be particularly protective of our sunshine boy. Tremzy is already throwing punches at Ethan Bart and I can see O’Hara skating over to them.”

“Oh and here comes Luke. Throwing off his gloves and joining his teammates. Maybe with all those uncovered wrists we could actually get a chance to see some soulmate tattoos again. Last one spotted was Kasey Winter’s almost two years ago now, spelling out Natalie, the name of his girlfriend. They still seem to be going strong; I’m happy for them. That incident did however get most of the players to cover their wrists up,” Frank waited for a second before continuing, “How’s the fight? Looks like we got a big one tonight, eh?”

“It is! We’ve got three people from each team fighting at the moment, but the Refs are pulling them apart now. Coach Weasley doesn’t look too happy that his players are risking injuries for fights again. He’s calling a few over now and I do not want to be on the receiving end of Arthur’s wrath, believe me.”

“Same here, Marlene. Huh, that was weird. Did you see that?”

“It was. Loops just had to shake DV so he’d move. He had stared a hole into the ice and didn’t react to the Coach or his teammate. Haven’t seen him do that before. Hopefully, he’ll be fully focused again after the break.”

“I’m hoping it wasn’t a bad hit. The Lions really don’t need another injury right now.”

“Especially after only just getting Finn back from his small wrist injury that didn’t allow him to play the last two games.”

“Yeah. We’ll keep everyone updated of course. I’m sure he’s being checked right now.”

“In the meantime, there were some fantastic plays in there. It would be quite nice for the players to have a good game before some of them get to have a break.”

“Yes, All Star week is next week and we’ll be seeing a few of the Lions there, such as the newly wedded Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, but also last year's MVP Logan Tremblay, of course.”

“I’m excited Frank! We’ll be right back after a quick break for the second period.”

-

Luke was still feeling off after the fight, going through the questions Layla asked him on autopilot. No, he wasn’t hurt, there was neither pain there nor there, yes, he could still remember his address and full name.

Their new PT seemed at a loss. She could see that he was acting very strange and, honestly, she was getting worried about forgetting some usually obvious injuries for his behaviour. There was only so much a human could guess, so she simply asked.

“What happened out there, Deveaux?”

It took a moment for Luke to register he was being addressed, mumbling a “nothing” before continuing to stare at the wall. How stupid did this boy think she was? 

Letting out a sigh, she clarified, “I just need to know if you’re injured or not,” after a second of hesitation Kayla added, “but if there’s something bothering you or just occupying your thoughts, you can always go talk to Heather. She’s helped a few of your teammates too.”

She watched his expression while telling Luke. Some guys were embarrassed of going to therapy. There was no reason to be, of course. No one got shy about having the PT check on them but when it came to mental struggles, they somehow believed they have to handle it all alone. Society and the messed up way of thinking that they teach children, honestly. She was glad they at least had some people on the team who encouraged visiting Heather any time they saw someone struggling. She knew Sirius really did help them a lot by being so open about going to her office at least once a week.

There really was no way to tell how Luke thought about her proposal, he certainly seemed to be thinking, but there was no way to determine what about. Suddenly Luke broke the silence.

“Can I go?”

Since Layla hadn’t found any injuries and she couldn’t really do more than encourage him to visit Heather, she let him leave.

The brunette was out of the room the second after the words had left her mouth.

--

They had won. The locker room was already buzzing, the mandatory playlist echoing into the hallway. After their last game against the Saint’s, which they had lost, the whole team was even more excited about having won. There was even some kind of dance match between Logan and Sirius going on, not that Luke noticed. He had been a bit off for the rest of the game, much to the dismay of Coach Weasley. That got him to spend most of his time on the bench in the last period, but he didn’t mind. For once, hockey was not his main concern, not even during this game.

He had seen it. When number 7 had thrown off his gloves for the fight, there it had been in black cursive. A soulmate tattoo, spelling out “Luke”. Of course "Luke" didn’t necessarily mean Luke as in himself, but there was still a possibility.

A possibility that his soulmate was a Saint. A Saint. He would have been happy with almost anyone, but no, it had to be an ice hockey player. He didn't care about the gender. Luckily he wouldn't even have to hide a relationship between him and a potential boyfriend because of Remus and Sirius. But a Saint? Even in his thoughts, he knew he was whining. The real problem was that they would not only live miles apart and would have practically no time for each other half of the year, but they would be opponents. In ice hockey, the other team is the enemy. He couldn't befriend the enemy and he definitely couldn't date the enemy. Even if he wanted, he'd be blamed for not playing as hard as he could or making exceptions when it came to his hypothetical boyfriend.

So really, dating a Saint was not an option.

Still, his curiosity got the better of him. If this was really his soulmate, no matter how much he didn't want him to be, he had to know.

Standing up, he made his excuses and slipped into the hallway, running along until he got to the other team's locker room.

Great plan, idiot, what will you do now?! You can’t just go in and ask in front of everyone.

Then a group of people stepped out, each looking at Luke as if he had a kick-me sign on his forehead and as if they were considering it. Quite a few had walked past him and when one held open the door for his teammate, Luke could see that there were only three people left in the room. No time better than now, he told himself, gathering some of his Lion courage and walked straight inside.

“The fuck, Lion?!”, one of the players mumbled while he left the room too, shortly followed by the other player that wasn’t the one Luke had been looking for.

He took a deep breath. The tattoo wouldn't refer to him. Of course it wouldn't. Why would it be a Saint, really. Stepping closer to the boy lacing up his shoes, Luke's eyes met a pair of brown ones, looking up through gold curls.

“Why are you here?”, the other asked, narrowing his eyes and standing up to be on eye level with the Lion.

Oh, the charm of rivalry, always straight to the point, no need for formalities.

“Do you want to brag about catching up? Hate to break it to you, but you’re not in the lead and we’ll win the next one anyway.”

Even though his words sounded confident, he leaned back and knocked on the wood of the benches.

“No,” the brunette stated, looking him dead in the eyes. This boy had activated Luke's competitiveness so there was no turning back, “to both. We’ll just win as we did today. Last time was luck and you know it.”

The other raised an eyebrow at him. “The only thing that was luck last time was that you got a goal.”

The nerve this person had. Here he was, coming to actually try to talk to him and possibly get to know him to find out about the tattoo and just got insults in return. Luke was about to shoot something back when the door opened again.

“Babe, you coming?”

#thirty-first fic #1.5k words #audrey's birthday #aj's birthday #birthday #heart and soul #chaptered fic #luke deveaux #st tweedle #lumosinlove #relic keel #chapter 1 #soulmate au #enemies to lovers #saint #angst #birthday gift #<2k words

[heyitssmiller]

So the discord and I are up to no good again ( @wonder-womans-ex @im-oknutzy-trash @asunshinepuff )

And we created a St. Tweedle WW2 au. So I wrote this little thing. Saint as a fighter pilot and Luke as a navy officer. :))

.

Saint comes back from a dogfight with a thousand yard stare and trembling hands. Luke can tell he’s shaking even as he’s climbing out of the cockpit of his F6F. Normally he’d chalk it up to the adrenaline that always came with a fire-fight like that, but not this time. It was those eyes that gave him away - usually bright and expressive, now dull and more than a little lost.

Luke didn’t know what happened, he’s not sure he wants to. He just jerks his head in the direction of their bunk room and sits down on the bed. Not a minute later, Saint is there, locking the door behind him just to be safe. He climbs into Luke’s lap, biting down hard on his bottom lip, and buries his face in the coarse material of Luke’s uniform. It smells like salt and the sea - nothing like engine grease and gasoline. It soothes him more than anything else he can think of. That and the steady motion of his chest as he breathes, in and out, back and forth like the waves they were currently traveling over.

Saint breathes along with him.

#ww2 au #st tweedle #miller throws herself willingly down another rabbit hole

[moonofthenight]

My Playlists

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

The first six ships belong to @lumosinlove

coops

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

o'knutzy

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

finnlo

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

o'darwin

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

skip a beat

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

st. tweedle

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

young royals - happy

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

young royals - sad

the more canon version

i don't feel like our love is brand new

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

can i put a ring on it?

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

wilhelm

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

simon

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

i hope you have a nice Christmas

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

would you kiss me?

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

nick nelson

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

charlie spring

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

#lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #o'knutzy #coops #FinnLo #O'Darwin #playlists #st tweedle #Skip a Beat #young royals #wilmon #heartstopper #nick nelson #charlie spring

[peggyrose19]

I have a hurt-comfort fic nearly finished but I cannot stand this fucking country right now so you all get teeth-rotting St. Tweedle fluff instead. Set some point in the future in the SW/Vaincre universe. No spoilers. Aside from the fact that Luke and Saint are characters that exist. 

Also, those that sent in fic prompts I haven’t answered yet: I haven’t forgotten about them! I will get to them hopefully this weekend. Work is just being rude and kicking my butt. 

characters belong to @lumosinlove 

Warm light filtered through the windows of Luke’s bedroom, waking Saint early. He blinked blearily out the window, seeing only fuzzy shapes and warm light. Luke had an arm around his waist, warm and solid at Saint’s back. Saint craved mornings like this, when he was free to wake up naturally, not to some infernal alarm. Most of all, he liked waking up with Luke beside him. Sometimes it still felt like a dream.

Saint let his eyes slip shut again, enjoying the warmth and comfort, letting himself relax into Luke’s embrace. So rarely did he feel safe, but in that moment, in the safety of Luke’s house and embrace, it felt almost like nothing could touch him. 

He felt before he heard Luke wake, hand sliding along Saint’s stomach and pulling him closer. 

“Morning,” he murmured, lips by Saint’s ear. Luke’s voice was low and rough in the morning and Saint loved it. He thought he could listen to Luke talk forever. 

“Morning,” Saint replied, tilting his head back until Luke pressed a kiss to his cheek. His skin was rough, in need of a shave, but Saint didn’t even mind. 

“What time’s practice?” Luke asked, still slow and sleepy.

“It’s Sunday, Tweedle, we don’t have practice today.” Saint fought a smile. Of course he’d forgotten. 

“Oh. Right.”

Luke fell silent again, pressing, soft, slow kisses to Saint’s neck and shoulders, lips gentle and dry. He tangled their feet together, and Saint let him, enjoying the feeling of being so completely wrapped up. He never would have guessed he liked the closeness so much. 

“Want breakfast?” Luke asked eventually. Saint shook his head.

“Later. Just, stay here with me for a bit longer.” It came out as a question, a hesitant one, but Luke snuggled closer immediately without another word. Saint let his eyes close drowsily, falling somewhere between asleep and awake, aware only of Luke’s arms around him, Luke’s chest against his back, their ankles tangled together. The contact tethered him, kept him present, comforted him. 

Eventually they got up, slowly, sunlight dappling across blanket-warmed skin, with soft smiles and gentle touches. Saint dragged Luke into the shower with him and washed his hair, kissing his neck even as he could taste the bitter chemicals of soap on his skin. Luke let him rinse the bubbles from his hair before he turned, kissing Saint with a hand in wet curls, tugging him closer. Saint let himself be kissed until the water turned cold and Luke finally let him go, running a hand over pink, smirking lips. 

Luke made breakfast once they got out and dressed, Saint leaning against the counter and watching. He smirked when Luke nearly dropped a hot piece of toast, laughing at the glare it earned him. They ate at the kitchen counter with their feet tangled together, voices quiet as late morning sun filtered through the windows. Saint watched particles of dust float through the air and wondered faintly when this had become his life. 

When they finished, dishes left in the sink for later, Luke collapsed onto the couch, nose buried in a book a mere five seconds later. Saint watched him amusedly for a moment before curling up across from him and switching the television on quietly. Luke didn’t even look up.

Saint had never been one for contentment. He ran far too often for that, to set down roots, get comfortable in a familiar place. He didn’t like letting people in, letting them get close. His secrets were just that, secrets. Others didn’t know about them and he liked it that way. But somehow, somehow Luke had learned them. Luke had taken apart his walls, one brick at a time, never flinching from what he found. Saint supposed that’s what he loved about him. 

Maybe it should have felt more like a revelation. A surprise. Something life-changing. But that was the thing about life, it was always changing. And Luke had been changing his life for months now. Loving him wasn’t anything new. It felt, after all this time, like the easiest thing in the world. 

Saint looked over at Luke, curled up on their sofa, tattered book in his lap. One of his father’s probably. Or maybe his well-loved copy of The Song of Achilles. He took him in, all tousled curls and soft edges, the faint flush of his cheeks and the tip of his tongue poking out as he concentrated. 

“I love you,” Saint said to him, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

#fluff #very soft fluff #is this entirely in character #not really but i don't care #it's close enough #they can be domestic if they want #st. tweedle #vaincre #lumosinlove

[hecksee]

Have LukeAint memes I made last night bc that chapter oh my god

As always @lumosinlove made these ocs and their story

Thank you, that is all, good day

#lumosinlove #lumosinlove relic keel #relic keel #luke deveaux x saint #luke deveaux #saint #lukeaint #lint #whatever the hell their shipname is #st. tweedle #st tweedle

[lumosinlove]

31 for St. Tweedle?

What’s a perfect date for them?

Hmm...I'll say some type of competitive activity. Maybe they like to train together, like boxing or something. It gets them smiling and they love the sharp edge of competing that's always right there. Gives something of a contrast to that soft as hell kiss Saint gives Luke when they're done.

[wonder-womans-ex]

two character’s dying together, laying outside in the cold, rain, holding hands

and

‘‘you’re the worst thing that has ever happened to me. no, listen to me. you’ve destroyed me.’‘

please and thankyou?

characters by @lumosinlove

Saint's hair is plastered to his forehead. His eyelashes are clumped together, droplets that could be either tears or rain clinging to each strand, and his arms are crossed protectively across his chest.

Luke thinks he's beautiful like this.

Vulnerable.

Hurting.

Dying.

Vaguely, Luke wonders what they're doing here. Neither of them has to be here; neither of them wants to die.

He thinks.

If this the end, he thinks that there's one more thing he has to do.

One of his hands reaches out clumsily and grasps Saint's wrist. Even despite the cold water, Saint is warm. It's comforting; it's painful.

Maybe they're safe like this. The boat will survive. They'll survive. This won't be the end, and they'll keep going until they can't any more. They'll find the treasure and everything will be okay again.

But maybe this is where it all comes to a sudden halt. Maybe they're going to die here and now, still thinking they hate each other. Maybe they'll never make anything right.

Luke pushes himself up onto one elbow. His eyes smart with the spray of salt water, and his body is trembling from a deadly combination of adrenaline and cold and pure, simple need.

He presses a kiss to the back of Saint's hand. Two hazel eyes, normally bright and alert, but currently dulled with dread, fly open.

The boat jerks, and they pull each other close.

Saint's mouth tastes like salt and fire and the colour gold.

"You're the worst thing that has ever happened to me."

At first, Luke thinks he's imagining the words. But no, Saint is murmuring against his lips, slow and pained and desperate, as if it's the last thing he'll ever say.

"No; listen to me. You've destroyed me."

Of course he has. That's all they've ever done, isn't it? They've spent years destroying each other, and now is no exception.

They die here.

They die in a storm that the thought meant the beginning of a perfect life.

They die in each other's arms, lips still tingling from the last kiss either will ever have.

They die on a boat that doesn't belong to either of them.

They die on a sinking ship.

They die in an ocean, far away from the boys who want nothing more than to save them.

They die when a gust of wind blows them into a jagged rock barely breaking the water's choppy surface, and their bodies are torn apart, each sent into a dark sea of lies, tears of rain beating down upon them.

It's fitting, thinks Luke, as he's pulled down into the murky depths, that I never got to tell him he's destroying me, too.

It's fitting, thinks Saint, longing to see brown and green mottled eyes one last time, that my 'goodbye' was more of a 'thank you.'

send me an angst prompt!

#saint #luke deveaux #st tweedle #luke x saint #relic keel lumosinlove #cw death #angst #my writing #sorry not sorry #face it tho it would have been cool if they'd died right after their first kiss #what happens if remus and sirius don't get there in time? #aj has a field day that's what happens #idk if this anon wanted st tweedle #but that's what they got #you're welcome hex :)

[arrowofcarnations]

Masterlist (updated 10/26/23)

Lumosinlove universe: Sweater Weather, Coast to Coast, Vaincre, YSAMS, etc.

Coops (Sirius/Remus)

A Taste of Honey (Early-days, heart-eyes Coops; mutual pining, fluff, humor)

O’Knutzy (Finn/Leo/Logan)

Beskar Babes (18+; O'Knutzy smut with a Star Wars flair)

O’Knutzy Week 2023 series, aka Triwizard Tournament cubs: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4 part 1/2, Day 4 part 2/2, Day 5

Corn Maze ('Cowboy au' O’Knutzy fluff, get-together, ficlet)

Wherever You Find Love, it Feels Like Christmas (O’Knutzy fluff with a holiday flair)

I’m Gonna Thrill You Tonight (18+; O’Knutzy smut & fluff; the cubs host the team Halloween party)

Hold on to Me (O’Knutzy YSAMS au; angst, war au, chaptered fic *incomplete, on indefinite hiatus*)

FinnLo (Finn/Logan)

Love at First Fright (Harvard-era FinnLo fluff; the OKN boys passing out candy to trick-or-treaters on Halloween)

Like Real People Do (18+; FinnLo smut w/ established O’Knutzy; Finn and Logan “meet” at a bar; sex with a ridiculous amount of feelings)

the scent of you everywhere (18+; Harvard-era FinnLo smut; angsty, basically just Harzy pining)

Other/Gen

Come Rain or Come Shine (18+; fem!Remus/fem!Logan smut & fluff w/ established Coops & O’Knutzy; Logan and Remus spend a rainy day in bed together)

Birds of a Feather (Luke/Logan friendship fluff w/ established O'Knutzy & St. Tweedle; bestie bonding time while on a run)

Take Me, Guide Me (18+; Sirius/Finn smut w/ established Coops & O’Knutzy; friends hooking up and talking about their feelings)

I’ll be Home for Christmas (You Can Plan on Me) (Kuny/Nado get-together fluff with a holiday flair)

Harry Potter

Wolfstar

Inked (Wolfstar fluff and non-explicit smut, non-magical, modern era, tattoo parlor/flower shop au, chaptered fic)

Whumptober Prompt 1 (Wolfstar modern uni au, prompt fill)

Modern uni au snippet

Jily

Whumptober Prompt 2 (canon-compliant, prompt fill)

Perciver

Whumptober Prompt 3 (canon-compliant, prompt fill)

Other/Gen

Becoming a Potter (James & Sirius friendship, Sirius running away from Grimmauld Place, angst, short oneshot)

#masterlist #drunkonturpentine #arrowofcarnations

[hazelnoot-analyst]

hi! can you recommend me some food old angst?

May I point you to the nearest chapter of Vaincre? Just scroll to the last couple paragraphs and you’ll be a mess for days! 

But anyway, as for some actual recs, here’s some gut-wrenching angst for you heathens. Please pay attention to any content warnings because some of these may be triggering!

The Broken Down, The Left Behind - @peggyrose19 (O’Knutzy)

Stained Flowers - @im-oknutzy-trash (O’Knutzy)

When We Lied To Ourselves - @wonder-womans-ex​ (O’Knutzy; quite possibly the most upsetting fic I’ve ever read)

Coughing Up Secrets - @wonder-womans-ex​ (St. Tweedle)

Where Do Broken Hearts Go - @moonofthenight (Coops)

Apparently we enjoy hurting the cubs. Anyway, all of the authors listed here have more angst fics as well, I just picked the worst ones. So if you want even more, I would recommend starting there. 

#ask the analyst #fic rec