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what are some of your head cannons for the cubs ?🤍

Haha, this is so cute! I've never answered an ask like this! I'd be happy to answer more specific headcanons in the future if you want. It's a great writing and characterization exercise, actually!

One of my FAVORITES is that Leo has a natural affinity for languages, and he takes classes. I think he learns Spanish and Portuguese and then they go to various LatAm countries, where he discovers he LOVES the food (if you haven't tried Peruvian or Colombian food, you are MISSING OUT, especially their soups and stews). He then begins to cook more of it at home!

Following that vein, I think he becomes really interested in Middle Eastern and South Asian cooking. It's VERY well seasoned and balanced, and there are lots of easy ways to get tasty protein in those cuisines, of the plant and non-plant variety.

Logan loves the outdoors. Like, LOVES loves the outdoors. He needs a hiking trip at least once a year, and wants to move to a more rural area when they retire. I think he gets upset by climate change, and then he and the boys try to find ways to reduce their environmental impact as a family (supporting local, sustainable businesses, eating more plant-based, buying sustainable products (everything from clothes to shampoo), DONATING, volunteer work during the summers, etc.).

Logan also is a yard work FIEND!!!!!!! Not great at cleaning INSIDE without supervision, but he loves to have his hands busy. Yardwork also requires a less delicate touch, which is good, because he's not a very delicate guy.

They get a dog (a rescue, obviously, because Leo LOVES the mutts at the shelter), and Finn takes it on runs almost every morning, especially when he retires and needs to stay active. I also think he joins a pickleball league, a pick-up basketball league, a pick-up hockey league, etc. Anything to stay busy!

Finn tries REALLY HARD to get better at French, but it's super difficult for him. He gets frustrated that it doesn't come easily, because he's very academic generally, and it takes a long time for him to be semi-fluent. He tries, though, and Leo and Logan love him for it.

If they decide to have a kid or two (or three), it's after they all retire, so they're a bit on the older side in comparison to all the other parents.

Obviously, Finn becomes an English teacher after he retires, and Logan becomes a SAHD/personal trainer. Leo does a lot of non-profit work for inclusivity in sports, which takes him all over the country. It also helps that he speaks multiple languages, so he can communicate with a larger demographic. He helps to get lots of BIPOC and LGBTQIA+ kids and teens involved in hockey.

They had THREE NHL salaries for a long time, and they CERTAINLY don't need all of it, especially since they all work in their retirement. They keep enough to live comfortably and donate the rest.

What anxiety meds do you think Finn is on? That boy had got to be on something to be so well adjusted all things considered lmao

I definitely think that, after three concussions, Finn might need some help. They do permanently alter your brain chemistry, and can expedite mental health conditions, which I say as someone who did have multiple concussions and then was diagnosed with anxiety! Meds and therapy really help, but it can still be kind of confusing to develop anxiety as you get older (or, at least have it manifest more prominently in adulthood) instead of being diagnosed with it at an earlier age (because it can also be hereditary). So, this was a fun look into Fish's brain!

If you don't headcanon him with anxiety, that's okay! It's not obligatory to headcanon characters with ADHD, anxiety, OCD, etc., (and, in fact, doing that too often or to every single one can be harmful to the actual effects/perception of them in society), HOWEVER, those with those mental health conditions sometimes do it because they see themselves in the character and heavily relate, which is fine, too!

Credits to @lumosinlove

“Finn, honey, you’ve gotta take them.”

Finn didn’t answer, just crossed his arms on the counter and rested his chin on them. The orange bottle stared back at him. He tried to read the words on its white label, but they didn’t make any sense to him. Just a bunch of scientific words that he’d never understand.

A hand settled itself on his upper back. “Sweetheart,” Leo said gently. “Sweetheart, do you want to try later?”

Finn sighed. “No, thank you. I need to do this.”

“Baby.” Leo sat down on the stool beside him. He tilted his head to rest against Finn’s. “You know I love you?”

“Mhm.”

“And that I want you to do what’s best for you always?”

“Yeah.”

A worried, sad sigh. “Finn.”

Finn dropped his head back as his eyes felt hot. “Le…”

“Okay.” Leo let Finn slump into him, wrapping him up tightly as the first hitching breath escaped Finn’s mouth. “Okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

“Leo.”

“Sh, Finn. Look at me.” Leo held Finn’s face firmly in his hands. Finn wasn’t crying, but he looked distraught. Leo smiled. “Hey, baby, hi. Hi, beautiful.” He pressed a hard kiss to Finn’s forehead. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

“I don’t know what wrong-”

“Nothing’s wrong. Hey.” Leo gripped Finn’s jaw when he tried to look away. Blue eyes burned back into Finn’s own, and he felt safe and grounded and also like he was falling. Leo kissed his forehead again. “Hey, I love you. And this is going to help you, okay? The doctor said it would.”

“But I don’t have anxiety, peanut. Or, like, it’s not been- I didn’t when I was a kid.” Leo nodded along, even though he’d heard all this many times. “I just- I don’t know, I’m an adult, Le, and this is hard.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Leo pulled him into a hug, squeezing him just like he liked. “But just because you didn’t need it when you were a kid doesn’t mean you don’t need it now, okay? And it’s not forever, baby, it’s until you feel like it doesn’t help you anymore, or like you don’t need it.”

Finn nodded against Leo’s shoulder. He could vividly see the day the doctor had told him anxiety medication might be a way to help. He had been on edge for months, with trouble sleeping and chest pains, and finally Leo had put his foot down and taken him to the doctor. His anxiety had developed, a therapist had explained to him; from what he and Logan went through in college, to dancing around both Leo and Logan before they were together, to being long-distance, to getting a third concussion. The therapist explained that the concussion could have triggered it more extremely, as a “response to multiple traumatic brain injuries”. Finn had never thought of a concussion as a traumatic brain injury before. To him, it was an associated risk to his profession. If he had known, he wondered if he’d have been more careful.

“Finn,” Leo whispered. “Want me to call Lo?” At Finn’s eager nod against his shoulder, Leo moved to reach into his back pocket. “Okay, let’s sit up, baby.”

When they were sitting up straighter, Finn slouched just slightly to rest his head on Leo’s shoulder, Leo set his phone against the ceramic salt container and clicked on Logan’s contact. Almost immediately, Finn got a full view of Logan’s gorgeous green eyes and soft smile. It quickly faded, though, when he saw Finn’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, in lieu of hello.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Leo whispered. Finn felt grateful- he didn’t think he could handle talking at full volume. “We’re just having a little trouble taking our meds.”

Logan’s concerned face turned soft, eyes roving over Finn. “Mon rouge. What’s going on, mon amour?”

Finn sighed. “Don’t know. Just really don’t wanna take them. It’s all new.”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded. He looked contemplative for a second, then smiled. “You want to know what helps me do something new?”

Finn perked up. “What?”

“You.” Logan let out a laugh at Finn’s confused face. “Non, it’s true. You and Le help me do new things.”

“Baby,” Finn said. “I really appreciate the help, but I don’t understand…”

“Remember my first presentation I did at Harvard? In my American History class?” At Finn’s nod, he continued. “You let me practice for hours in our room. You sat on your bed and let me make mistakes, and you smiled at me, and you gave me a high five before I went in, and you were there waiting for me after class.” He bit his lip around his grin. “I don’t even know what I said, or what my classmates looked like. All I saw was your face and all I thought about was how proud you were of me.”

Finn nuzzled his way further into Leo’s side. “I was proud of you.”

Leo squeezed his hip and ducked to talk in his ear. “Do you remember the first time you came to New Orleans, the day after I told you about Jack? When we had to go to the bait shop near his house?” 

Despite himself, Finn smiled against the skin of Leo’s neck. “You were so nervous.”

“Well, I didn’t want to run into him. We used to go there a lot.” He kissed Finn’s cheek. “And you drove, because I was too nervous, and you parked in a shaded spot a few blocks away. Then you and Logan talked to me, and you kissed me, and you waited in the car while Logan and I went together. And even though we didn’t see him, I didn’t relax until I was back in the Jeep, but I still did it because you were there waiting to tell me how proud of me you were.” Leo nudged Finn’s cheek with his nose until Finn lifted his head and met his mouth in a kiss. “Let us be here for you, honey. We’re so proud of you.”

Finn looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“Of course, Finn.” Leo was smiling, but his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. “Did you think we wouldn’t be?”

Finn shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Rouge,” Logan said. “We want you to get help, mon coeur. You’re brave to ask for help.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you tell me the same thing all the time.”

Finn nodded. “Okay.” A deep breath. “Okay, okay.” He held out his hand, palm up. “Hit me, sunshine.”

Leo laughed, but popped open the container and shook a pill into Finn’s right hand, placing a water glass in his left. “On three, honey. One, two…”

Finn chucked the pill into his mouth, immediately following it with water so he didn’t feel it for too long in the back of his throat. He drank until the glass was empty, just to be safe, then slammed it down like he would a shot glass at the bar. “Done,” he said, wiping his mouth.

“Allez,” Logan said. He was smiling widely. “Allez, mon rouge.”

“Well done baby.” Leo wrapped Finn up again and placed hard, happy kisses all over his face. “So proud of you.”

“Thank you,” Finn said. He gasped out a laugh at Leo’s playful pinch to his waist, which let his mouth free for Leo to claim in a deep kiss. He melted a bit, the laughter fading, but he felt happy and content in Leo’s arms, with Logan’s voice ringing through his ears. He broke away from Leo with another soft peck to his mouth. “Thank you, I love you. I love you both so much.”

“Mm, ouais, love you, too.” Logan was looking at them fondly. “You should kiss again.”

“Oh yeah?” Leo looped his ankles around Finn’s stools to draw him closer. “You want a show?”

“Oui, I do.”

Leo turned that mischievous grin on Finn. “C’mere, O’Hara, grumpy wants to watch us get it on.”

“Non, I didn’t say that!”

Finn raised his eyebrows at the telephone screen, breath hitching when he felt Leo’s lips on his neck. “No?”

Logan looked a little confused and very wanting. “Mais, well, je- I-”

But he cut himself off as Leo kissed Finn on the mouth again. Finn knew he was putting on a show for Logan, his movements much more pointed and dramatic than they normally were. Finn also knew that Leo knew that he knew, because the smile and wink he gave Finn after was nothing short of sly and playful. Finn smiled back and kissed him again. He heard the sound of clicking on the other side of the screen. “Got your screenshot, ten?”

“Oui.” Logan sounded proud. “Oui, I did.”

“Mm, good,” Finn mumbled against Leo’s mouth. He pulled away with one more kiss and rested their foreheads together. “Love you.”

“Love you, sweetheart.” Leo kissed his cheek once more, then slapped his thighs and stood up. “Okay. Who wants supper?”

Logan groaned. “Me, allez, I miss your cooking so much.”

Leo grinned. “One more week, then we see you in the Big Apple, honey. I’ll send you an ingredients list to buy before we get there.”

Logan just made another satisfied noise. “Ouais, yes.”

Leo rolled his eyes fondly and took out a knife and a cutting board. Finn watched his tongue poke out in concentration and the curls that fell over his forehead. He was beautiful, objectively- Finn wasn’t unaware of that. But, he was even more beautiful because he was Finn’s.

“Finn, ça va?”

Finn jerked and looked at Logan, who was staring at him a little warily. He, too, was gorgeous. Always had been. He drew eyes wherever they went, and Finn felt like he carried this dirty little secret around that Logan was off the market. It filled him with fire and warmed him all over. “Yeah, baby. All good.” He looked between the two of them. “Just thinking about how gorgeous you are.”

Leo smiled and leaned over to kiss Finn’s forehead. Finn preened at the gesture, smiling satisfactorily, and settled back to relax on the stool. He saw Logan still looking at him with concern, and he rolled his eyes. “Hey, Trelembalaylay.”

Logan looked kind of exasperated, but mostly fond. “Yes?”

“I was thinking of getting your name tattooed across my forehead, what do you think?”

Logan hung his head back, but he was grinning. “You’re trouble.”

“Only yours, babe,” Finn said with a wink. “Now, lay it on me. How you feeling about the Habs tomorrow?”

Finn and Leo listened as Logan went on about zone time and save percentage, about power plays and penalty kills, contributing every now and then with their own thoughts. The kitchen soon carried the aroma of Leo’s chicken soup and the focaccia he’d been prepping that afternoon, and Finn closed his eyes to breathe in the scent. It smelled like home and felt like warmth, and Finn was so in love it filled him up head to toe. Anxiety was hard, and it was stressful, and he was navigating something new, but he knew this feeling would never change. In fact, he hoped it would last a lifetime. 

And so when he opened his eyes and gazed at their smiles, suddenly taking a little pill once a day didn’t seem so daunting. 

Harvard era finnlo plz👀 gotta love angst w/ baby finnlo love and sweetness

*Sighs*

Once again, I cannot write unresolved angst. It's just too painful, and I don't like to hurt myself that much. HOWEVER, this piece does STAY a little angsty because Leo is a *kinda hurt* ray of sunshine in NOLA after the playoffs, BUT FinnLo miss him SOSOSO much!

Please keep sending in prompts if you'd like! I'm almost done writing all the ones I've got. :)

Credits to @lumosinlove :)

Logan didn’t know how to be mad at Finn. That’s what he’d discovered after their first fight. 

Finn had promised to help him with his English reading, but then he’d had to meet up with his French Literature group for a project at the last minute because their professor had moved the due date up. With Samyra. Logan liked Samyra. She was nice, funny, smart, beautiful- and obviously got along with Finn. Logan wouldn’t be surprised if he asked her out. And Logan really should have been happy about that, should have been understanding about the fact that Finn really did have a good excuse to miss their study session. But it was Finn. He drove Logan crazy, he made Logan laugh, he made Logan lose every single bit of rationale he was holding in. 

And he was also supposed to help Logan study for his English midterm. 

Logan really regretted yelling. Irritation was justified, even if it wasn’t Finn’s fault. Feelings were justified, as Aubrey loved to remind him when he was little and got hot-headed, but the actions one took afterwards sometimes weren’t. And yelling at Finn, who had been trying to be reasonable even if he was confused, definitely wasn’t justified. Logan had slammed the door so hard after him a book had fallen from Finn’s shelf. Pride and Prejudice. Logan almost cried at the memory of him and Finn watching the movie the day Logan had turned in his essay on it. 

Now, Logan was still sitting at his desk, trying to make sense of the essay prompts they were given for Romeo and Juliet. Logan had read it in high school, but in French, and never with the level of analysis his professor required. He let out a frustrated grunt and threw his pencil down. He looked at his phone. 5:30.

The dining hall would be getting busy soon. He should have gone before all the good options were gone, but he never went alone. He and Finn always went together, even if they were coming from different places or left to meet up with different people after eating. It was Logan’s favorite part of the day: Finn’s undivided attention, Finn’s laugh, the way Finn always gave him half of his dessert. Logan let out a shaky breath and covered his face with his hands. 

After a moment, he heard a thump outside of their door and then the sound of the knob being turned. Finn walked through, humming to whatever was playing through his AirPods. He stopped when he saw Logan, looking him up and down, before taking his headphones out. The silence that stretched between him removing them from his ears and their case clicking shut seemed like an eternity. 

Finally, he looked Logan in the eye. “Hey, Lo. I-”

“I’m sorry,” Logan interrupted, standing abruptly. They weren’t eye to eye, so Finn had to look down, and even though the difference wasn’t much, Logan still felt incredibly small. Finn’s gaze was a little curious, a little shocked, a little hurt. Logan hated hurting Finn. “I’m sorry,” he said again. His accent sounded thick. “I’m so sorry, I should not have yelled at you. That was not fair.” 

Finn’s shoulder relaxed, the hurt fading into something Logan didn’t understand, but all that mattered was that Finn was looking at him. “Hey, no, it’s okay. You’re stressed.”

“No,” Logan shook his head. “Non, non, it’s never okay to yell at you like that. I-” He stopped. English was hard for him. He tried to think of what Aubrey would tell him to do. 

Breathe. Breathe, Logan, it’s okay to feel things. It’s okay to apologize, too. 

Logan took a deep breath. “I am sorry. I am stressed, and I was frustrated, but I should not have yelled at you.” He averted his gaze and looked down at his sneakers. He could make out where Finn had signed his name on the top of his foot with a smiley face. It made his breath catch all over again. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“What? Wait, no, Logan-” Finn cut himself off to grab Logan’s shoulders, ducking down to meet his eyes. “No, God, I’m not mad at you. I can’t- I can’t be mad at you.”

Logan jerked his head up. “What?” That sounded too close to-

“You’re my best friend. I can’t be mad at you.” Finn jostled him lightly. “You’re my best friend, okay? Forever. You don’t have a choice.”

“Oh.” The news wasn’t new to Logan, but for some reason he still felt surprised. “You’re my best friend, too.”

“Good. C’mere.” 

Finn wrapped him in a hug. His arms were strong and his chest was solid. Logan knew his hands were too low on Finn’s back, clutching at his waist. Normal friends didn’t hug like that. But Finn and Logan did. Logan was confused and scared, but he was mostly warm and safe. Finn’s arms were safe. Even if Logan didn’t know anything else, he certainly knew that.

“Okay,” Finn said, giving Logan one more squeeze before leaning back. They were a little further apart now, but they didn’t completely remove their arms from around each other. Finn smiled down at him. “Pack your stuff. Let’s go get dinner and go to the library. I’ll help you with your English essay, ‘kay?”

“D’accord,” Logan said, pulling away from Finn’s warmth to pack his things. A thought popped into his head, and he felt a pang in his stomach as he asked, “Did you ask Samyra out?”

Finn blinked. “Uh, no? She’s got a girlfriend. We’re just friends.” He cocked his head. “Why?”

“Oh, uh…” Logan shrugged. “Seemed nice, that’s all. Thought you might like her.”

Finn smiled slightly and shook his head. “No. No.” He bit his lip and looked Logan up and down. “No, I’m all set for now, actually.” He jerked his head towards the door. “C’mon, the dining hall will be busy soon, and I want to get the chocolate pudding before it’s gone.”

“You mean you want to get it and give it to me, don’t you?”

Finn shoved him out the door. “Maybe with other desserts, but not with chocolate pudding. Let’s go, Tremblay, you’ve got an essay to write and I’m starving.”

Logan laughed and walked with Finn down the stairs and out of the house. In the sunshine, with Finn as his company, he felt a little lighter.

***

“Fuck me, this steak is good.”

Logan smiled against the rim of his wine glass. Across the table, Finn had his cutlery poised and his mouth closed, slowly chewing his bite of New York strip. After a moment, he hummed in appreciation and opened his eyes. He smiled at Logan around his food. “What?”

Logan swallowed his wine and set the glass down. “You’re cute.”

That made Finn’s eyes sparkle. “You flirting with me, ten?”

Logan looked from his eyes, to his lips, to his capable hands, then back up to his face, where his cheeks were now flushing slightly. “Maybe.”

Finn put the utensils down and squeezed Logan’s ankle between his own two feet. “Stop that, I’ll never eat my steak if you keep looking at me like that. And it’s good steak.”

“Ouais, it is,” Logan sighed, picking up his own fork and knife and cutting into his piece of meat. “Le would like this place.”

“Mm.” Finn finished another bite. “Well, we can take him. When he gets back from New Orleans.”

“Ouais.” Logan worried the inside of his cheek. “Fish?”

At Logan’s tone, Finn looked up from his plate. “Yeah?”

Logan let out a nervous breath. “Do you think Leo’s mad at me?”

Finn studied him for a moment. The dim restaurant lights made his eyes look warm. Or, maybe, that’s just how they looked when they saw Logan. “No, baby. He’s not mad.”

Logan nodded minutely. “Ouais. Non, ouais, you’re right, I’m sorry. That was silly.”

“Hey, hey,” Finn said, taking both of Logan’s hands in his own and squeezing his fingers. He was leaning across the table a bit now, as if to keep their conversation private. “He’s not mad at you. Mad that we lost in the playoffs? Yes. Mad that he was in goal? Yes. Mad that it was you who scored on him? Yes. But he’s not mad at you, baby.” Finn paused for a minute, scrunching his eyes in thought. “I don’t even think he’s mad, more frustrated, because he could never be mad at you. And he's hurt. Hurt that we ended up in that situation and that we were forced to face each other like that. Hurt that he did, that he had to face some things he really didn’t want to.”

Logan let out an angry breath. “Jack.”

Finn kissed his fingers. “Yes. Jack, but not just him. Le felt so separate there, for a minute, you know? When I got my concussion. And you talked it out, and it’s fine now, but it did happen. And so he was frustrated at himself, and Jack, and the playoffs, and-” Finn looked conflicted for a second.

“What?” Logan pressed. “What, rouge?”

When Finn’s eyes looked into his, they were almost a little sad, but he smiled anyway. “I think that, the longer we’re dating, and the more he learns about the two of us at Harvard… I don’t know, he just gets more frustrated with the fact that he wasn’t there? Not like, sad, but- selfish, I guess, for the years he didn’t know us. Not that he could have, obviously, and we’re together forever, there’s no stopping that.” Finn smiled when Logan let out a light laugh. He shrugged. “I think he just wants to have been there with us. It probably would have been messy, I know, but- I don’t know, even I’m selfish for that lost time with him, I guess. With both of you. It would have meant more time with him, if he was there with us.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Ouais, I would have liked him there, too.” He brought Finn’s hands up to his own mouth, now, and kissed them gently. “But I also like him here.” He brushed a hand through Finn’s hair. “He helped me be okay with loving you both. With loving myself. And I don’t think I would have felt that way in college, even if he was there. I had a lot to learn.” He grinned softly. “I also cannot be mad at him. Or you. Never could.”

Finn laughed. “Yeah, me neither. And yeah, you did. We both did.” He cupped Logan’s cheek and kissed him gently. “I love you.” 

Logan smiled against his mouth and kissed him again. “I love you, too.” 

When he sat back and picked up his utensils again, he spared a glance at Finn. It was different than sitting across from him in the Harvard dining hall. He was still Finn. He made Logan laugh like he did back then, but it was also more now. He kissed Logan, he held Logan, he gave Logan pleasure so deep and heady, let Logan give him pleasure until they were shaking with it. He loved Logan. He loved Leo. He kissed Leo, held Leo, made love to Leo. Logan loved seeing him love Leo. He loved seeing Leo love Finn. He loved both of his boys receiving the love they so deserved, that he wanted them to have. He loved how gently they treated each other and him. He couldn’t ask for anything more, didn’t want to. He had everything he’d ever wanted, and even more than he’d ever thought to look for in the first place.

“You okay?” Finn asked, breaking him out of his reverie.

Logan smiled at him. “Ouais.” He pressed their ankles more insistently together. “I love sitting across from you at dinner.”

Finn tilted his head questioningly at him for a moment. Logan watched the moment he understood and felt something warm settle in his chest. Finn reached across and playfully pushed at his cheek. “Fuck, ten, don’t say things like that, or we’re going to be out of here real fast. And I am enjoying this steak.”

“Oui,” Logan agreed. “It’s good steak.” He took a bite and considered for a moment. “But not as good as Leo’s”

“Ain’t that the truth. C’mon, eat up, you need all the protein you can get for those big muscles of yours. Then we can go home and call sunshine.”

Logan rolled his eyes playfully but obeyed, and poised his fork and knife.

Logan and dumo father son vibes hurt comfort? love your work!!

Just a quick little drabble on this lovely Monday! I hope you all are doing so so so well!

Credits to @lumosinlove

“Mon fil,” Pascal said. His smile was as warm as always when he saw Logan. “To what do I owe the surprise?”

Logan felt relieved to be able to speak his mother tongue. “Salut. I- can I come in?”

Pascal stepped to the side and let Logan enter. Immediately, he was grabbed around the waist in a hug. “Tremzy! What are you doing here?”

Logan smiled down at an excited Katie. She had grown now, almost up to his chest. “I’m here to talk with your dad.”

“Can we play Mario Kart after?”

“Of course, just give me a few minutes.”

She ran down the stairway to their basement to set up the XBox. Pascal was looking at Logan knowingly and beckoned with his hand. “Come. I’ll make us some tea.”

Five minutes later, they were sat at the counter together, Logan knocking his heels against the stool like he’d never left. He loved his life now more than he could say, but he did sometimes yearn to be back here, shoulder to shoulder with the kids, speaking French and cooking with Celeste. Pascal looked at Logan like he knew that. He probably did.

“Everything okay?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Actually, it’s- it’s really good.” Logan reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black velvet box, flicking it open with his thumb. Pascal’s eyes widened, but he waited for Logan to say something. Logan laughed nervously and looked him in the eye. “They’re rings.”

“I see that.”

“For Finn and Leo.”

“I assumed that.”

Logan felt like he was vibrating. “I’m going to ask them to marry me.”

Pascal’s smile was the widest Logan had ever seen it. “Mon fil. Of course you are.” At Logan’s still nervous expression, he furrowed his brow. “What’s wrong?”

Logan took a shaky breath in. “I just- I don’t know. Sometimes I don’t feel I deserve this, I don’t know.”

Pascal rubbed a hand on his back. “What do you mean?”

Logan closed his eyes against the tears he could feel at the back of his eyes. “I hurt Finn. A lot. And we’ve talked about it before, and we still talk about it now, but… it’s still painful to think about.” He opened his eyes and looked into Pascal’s. They were worried, and a bit sad, but always gentle. “I hurt Finn, but I still get him, and I get Leo. It feels…”

“Too lucky?”

“Ouais.” Logan let his head fall back a little. “I just want to be a good husband to them.”

“Logan.” Pascal’s voice was softer now as he pulled Logan into a hug. “You will. You’ll be such a good husband to them, mon fil.” He squeezed Logan tightly. “You love each other, and you treat each other well. And you being nervous just shows how much you care, how dedicated you are to them.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Ouais, you’re right.”

“And you and Finn hurting each other doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be happy now, d’accord? You had a few rough years together, but you’ll have many more beautiful ones, and this time with Leo, too.” Pascal went silent for a few moments before speaking more carefully. “Are you also nervous because- the distance?”

Logan sighed. “Non, not- a little, ouais, but not really. We said we wanted to get married regardless. It won’t be easy, but I want to marry them.” He saw their eyes so clearly in the forefront of his mind. “I want to marry them more than anything.”

Pascal’s laugh shook their bodies. “Then what is all the worrying for?”

Logan smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know.” He hugged Pascal tightly. “Merci.”

“Any time, you know that.” They pulled apart and each took a sip of their tea. “Now, there is a girl downstairs who’s waiting for her favorite person to play with her. Why don’t you go join her, d’accord?”

Logan nodded and picked up his mug. “Ouais, I’ll go join her.” He caught Pascal’s eye once more. “I’m going to be happy. With them.”

Pascal’s laugh lines stretched as he smiled. “Oh, mon fil. You already are.”

oh my goodness OUCH I didn’t expect you to shoot us in the face with that last fic today

Yikes, sorry, babe. 🤘

i just saw a tik tok where a hockey player used the bottom of their skate to crack a drink can to shotgun it… i’m envisioning…

(ur work is incredibly and i’m obsessed w everything you write!!!)

I SAW A VIDEO OF THIS, TOO! It was a women's college hockey team- very impressive!

I gotta say, though, this one kind of got away from me. It went in a COMPLETELY different direction than I thought it was going to, although I'm not mad about it. I hope you like it!

I'm also currently sat with a cup of tea and my computer, writing up a storm! I am hoping to have these prompts written and edited within the next day or two, so please send me more if you want!

Credits to @lumosinlove

Logan didn’t even like the taste of beer that much, but the cold liquid did feel good sliding down his throat after a win. It was late April now, just before the playoffs, and the Rangers had finished their undefeated home streak with another win, setting off an electric feeling in the locker room. They had barely finished taking off their jersey when Percy and Alex had supplied them with beers. 

“Fucking beauty of a goal, Tremz!” Percy shouted in his ear over the thumping bass music. “OT win to close it out, let’s fucking go!”

Logan laughed and let Percy tip his head back again and press a can to his lips. It wasn’t the nice beer- that would be ordered later at the bar they would inevitably end up at- so it left a lingering dirty after taste, but Logan soaked up the warm feeling of his teammates around him and the adrenaline of the win and let it fill him right up. He felt Percy slap him on the back as he removed the can from his lips.

“Gentlemen!” he yelled, turning to look at Logan with a sly grin. “I think it’s time for our three scorers of the game to get this party started.”

“What the fuck are you planning?” Will asked with narrowed eyes.

“A Harvard hockey tradition,” Percy said. He reached into the cardboard box and pulled out three beers. “Morgs, Hazard, Tremz, sit.”

Logan took a breath in and shook his head amusedly. “Non, no fucking way.”

“Yes way, man, you gotta! You were the king of this!”

Logan sighed and sat between Will and Alex in front of their stalls. Alex leaned over with confused eyes. “What the hell is going on?” he whispered. 

Logan grinned. “We have to open the cans with our skate blades and shotgun them.”

Alex just blinked at him. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not. We used to do this back at Harvard.”

“Finn too?”

“Ouais.” Logan laughed at the memories. “He was never very good at it.”

“Nah, he doesn’t like chugging alcohol. Prefers to sip, the pretentious bastard.”

Logan just nudged him playfully. “I think it’s cute.”

“Of course you do, you have no chill.” Alex sat up and slapped his thighs. “Alright, Perseus, hit me.”

Percy’s smile was elated and, perhaps, slightly tipsy. “That’s the fucking spirit, bro.” He handed them each their beers. 

“Fuck, haven’t done this in years,” Will said from Logan’s other side. “You remember that time after playing BC? Your rookie season?”

Logan laughed. “Fuck, that was shit beer.”

Will smiled at him. “Yeah, it was. Finn gave up halfway through.” He reached up to ruffle Logan’s waves. “But I remember some rookie leaving us all in the dust.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, rolling his eyes playfully. “I guess I had a reputation.”

“You absolutely fucking did,” Percy interrupted. “Okay, okay, who’s videoing? Who’s got a phone?”

“Ici,” Logan said, reaching behind him into his stall and getting his phone. He held it out to Luke, who’d come over to watch. “Allez, Dev, take it, please.”

Luke sighed. “I forget that you’re a frat boy sometimes.”

“Non, I’m not,” Logan protested, aligning the can underneath his skate blade as Alex and Will did the same. “Not anymore.”

“Habits are hard to break,” Luke teased, laughing at Logan’s scoff. He held up the phone. Saint came to his side to watch, and Logan didn’t miss the way their hips were brushing. “Okay, ready.”

“Gentlemen!” Percy called again. “Are you ready?”

“Jesus, you’re so dramatic,” Will said, poised and ready. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“On your marks, get set, go!”

Logan slashed the can with the heel of his blade and scooped it up to his mouth. He could hear the cheers around him, Will, and Alex as they chugged. Alex made some sort of strangled sound from beside him, but Logan ignored it, forcing his throat to open to let the liquid down. He sucked in, one, two, three, four, and when he felt nothing left, he slammed the can onto the ground with a gasp and a pant. “Allez!”

Will let out a laugh as he took one last chug, and Alex coughed as he finished his own beer. “Fucking hell, that’s shit.”

“You still got it, don’t you?” Will said, squeezing his can between his hands to crush it. “Jesus, that’s harder than it was five years ago.”

“How did you do that?” Alex groaned. “Fuck, the hole was too fucking small, and that is really awful beer. Kase and Nat aren’t gonna believe I did this.”

“Practice, mon ami.” Logan slapped him on the back and stood. “Did you get it?” he asked Luke.

“Yeah,” Luke said, handing over Logan’s phone. “Your boys are gonna love that one.”

Logan punched him softly in the arm. “Shut up.”

Luke just winked and turned to go take off his pads. Logan sighed, looking down at his phone. He watched the video once. It felt like a trip- with him, Will and Alex, who look so much like Finn, sitting and chugging beer, Logan could almost pretend he was back at Harvard, reliving the first time he did this in the BC locker room. He remembered he had felt hot and bothered with Finn’s thigh pressed against his and confused by the swirling emotion in his chest. He sighed, a little wistfully, and opened his group chat with Finn and Leo. They’d already sent him texts after his game, ranging from inappropriate to sweet, but always smitten. He bit his lip as his cheeks heated up and sent them the video. Percy made us do it, he typed. I love you. 

He listened to the swoosh sound of the message going through and propped his leg up to take off his skates.

***

Hours later, Logan was pleasantly buzzed and fumbling with his keys to open his apartment door. Behind him, Alex was laughing. “You okay, Tremz?”

“Ouais.” Logan stuck his tongue through his teeth and focused. When he got the key in the lock and turned, he let out a sigh of relief. “Allez, it’s open.”

“Good.” Alex pulled him in for a hug. “Night, bud, say hi to my brother and Leo.”

Logan laughed disbelievingly. “What? How did you…?”

Alex rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “You have two sips of alcohol and you turn into the biggest softie known to man. Go, go call them, they’re probably waiting.”

“Ah, ouais,” Logan said sheepishly. “Let me know when you get home.”

Alex winked. “Will do. Night, Lo.”

Logan felt himself smile at the nickname. “Night, Al.”

He felt a little fuzzy as he went through the motions of getting ready for bed. No sooner had he stepped through his apartment door than he was ripping his shirt off, body hot from the alcohol and the spring evening, and putting on a clean pair of boxers like Leo would have wanted him to do. He smiled at the thought as he put his clothes in the laundry hamper and pulled out his phone to check the time. It was late, around one in the morning, but he had received a text from Leo not thirty minutes prior. The Lions had a few days off, and he knew Finn and Leo had gone out to dinner with Thomas and Cole, so there was a chance they were still awake. He smiled as he opened the message. It was a video of Finn, sitting on the couch in nice black slacks and a thin light purple shirt. His collar was undone and he had obviously been in the middle of undoing his belt when he got distracted by something on his phone. Logan squinted and realized it was the video of him. Logan laughed as Finn replayed once, then twice more. His ears were red. Leo flipped the camera, shaking his head fondly, then winked. “Love you,” he whispered, then the video stopped.

The sigh Logan let out sounded wanting, even to himself, as he rolled over onto his stomach on the bed. He still felt a little out of it from the beer and the four rum and cokes he’d drunk at the bar, so he didn’t even think before pressing the video camera icon just beside Leo’s name. 

When Leo picked up, Logan got a full view of his smile and fluffy curls peeking out of the hood of his maroon sweatshirt. It looked like one of Finn’s from Harvard. He was sitting on the couch, the overhead lights dimmed in the late night. “Hi, sweetheart. Good game.” When Logan didn’t say anything, just smiled at him, he let out a snort and his eyes lit up further. “Oh my God, how much did you have to drink?”

Logan just made a happy sound and hid his face in the pillows. He and Leo just gazed at each other for a moment before there was a voice from off the screen. “Is that Lo?” 

Leo looked up to where Logan presumed Finn was. “Yeah, honey, come say hi.”

Finn suddenly appeared at Leo’s side, his reading glasses shifting as his nose scrunched with his freckled smile. “Hi, baby. Good night?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Went to a bar.”

Finn’s eyes flitted over his face. “I know, I can tell. You’ve got sleepy eyes.” He turned his head to press kisses to Leo’s rosy cheeks. 

Logan hated the distance more than anything, but he did love watching them love one another, even if it was through a screen. He lived for these video calls more than he could ever put into words. “Did you like my video?”

Leo nodded, and Finn made an approving sound against his skin. With a last kiss, he pulled away and turned back to look at Logan again. “Like it? Fucking loved it, what a blast from the past. You’re so hot and sexy, Lo, baby.” 

Logan wiggled his hips unconsciously, pleased. He looked at Leo. “Et toi, soleil?”

Leo’s smile made him feel cozy all over. “Of course I loved it, sweetheart. Very impressive.”

“Mm, good.” He yawned. “I’m sleepy.”

Leo made a tisking sound. “I know, honey. Have you brushed your teeth and washed your face?”

Logan hid his face in the pillows. “Non. Not yet.”

“Take us with you, honey, and we’ll talk before bed. It’s late.”

“Mm.” Logan didn’t get up immediately, just folded his arms on top of a pillow and let his phone lean against the headboard. “I miss you,” he sighed. “Wish you were here to snuggle me.”

Leo was still smiling at him, but Logan saw his eyes turn a little sad. He was always trying to be positive and make things better, and Logan loved him for it, but sometimes even that mask slipped a little. Leo probably wouldn’t sleep tonight. Logan wanted to be there to rub his back and kiss his forehead in the moonlight. 

“Us, too, Lo,” Finn said. He pulled Leo’s head to rest onto his shoulder and wrapped his arms around him. It seemed he’d noticed Leo’s eyes dim a little bit, too. Despite the pain, that comforted Logan a bit, and he watched as Finn watched him. “We’ll see you in a few weeks, baby, I promise. Go get ready for bed, we’ll be right here.”

Logan didn’t think he’d ever get used to going through his night routine without someone there to put their hands on his hips or press kisses to his neck. He had suddenly felt cold, and dug around in his closet for the Saints sweatshirt that still smelled like Leo’s cologne. Now, he had his tooth brush hanging out of his mouth and his phone propped against his soap bottle as Leo told him a story about how Finn scared a girl at the bar today.

“...and he just stood there, silent, waiting for her to move so he could use the bathroom. And she was short, like five feet tall, so obviously she got scared shitless when a big man was behind her trying to squeeze by.” Leo smiled delightedly at Finn’s groan. “She spilled her drink all over her white pants.”

Logan laughed as Finn came out of his hiding place that was Leo’s neck. “Oh, mon rouge.”

“I didn’t know what to do, okay? I thought I had enough space to squeeze past!”

Leo tilted his head to meet Finn’s eyes. “Honey, you’re a six foot professional hockey player, you can’t just squeeze through anywhere.” He kissed Finn’s chest and rested his face against it. It squished his cheek and Logan suppressed the urge to reach through the screen and pinch his other one. “Anyways, he bought her and her friends two rounds of drinks, then they really liked him. I had to go rescue our boyfriend again, honey.”

Logan smiled as he washed his face. “Again?” he teased, standing to reach for a towel.

“I can’t help it!” Finn defeatedly slouched forward to press his face into Leo’s neck. “I don’t know why everyone thinks that I’m flirting, I’m just friendly.”

“Yeah, too friendly,” Leo joked.

Finn made a playful sound and bit at Leo’s jaw. “I’m only too friendly with you two, I’ll have you know.” His big brown eyes blinked out tiredly at Logan. “Hi, Lo, baby.”

“Salut.” Logan picked his phone up and walked back to his bedroom, boxing himself in with pillows and snuggling under the sheets. “D’accord, it’s late. You need to go to bed.”

“No,” Finn whined. Logan saw him squeeze Leo tightly, even through his yawn. “No, no, let’s stay up and talk. An all-nighter.”

Logan shook his head, smiling softly. “Non, rouge, I have practice in the morning, then we fly out to Calgary.”

“No,” Finn protested again. His voice was a little tight, and his brow was furrowed. Logan could see Leo biting the inside of his cheek at Finn’s distress. “No, Lo, stay up. Stay up, baby.”

“Rouge.” Logan’s eyes felt a little hot. “Rouge, you have to sleep.”

Finn sighed heavily. “I miss you.” Leo shifted to sit up fully, bringing Finn to rest on his chest now.

“Je sais,” Logan whispered. “Look at me, mon amour.” When Finn did, Logan watched a tear fall down his cheek. Logan thought about what Leo would do if he were far away from them, and he plastered a smile on his face. It felt almost sad, but it was real. He didn’t force his smiles for Finn anymore. “I love you. I miss you, but I love you, too, d’accord? I love you more than I miss you. And that’s what matters, oui?”

“I know.” Finn sniffed. He clutched at the hands Leo had wrapped around his waist. “I know, I love you, too.” 

Logan smiled a little wider now, then looked at Leo’s face. He was smiling, too, a little sadly. He dipped his chin into Finn’s hair. I’ve got him. Don’t worry, sweetheart.

“Allez.” Logan pursed his lips in a kiss. “I love you, mes amours. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“We love you, honey.” Leo kissed the top of Finn’s head, which was lolling back as he obviously struggled to not close his eyes. The purple under his eyes made him look exhausted, but he was still just as gorgeous as the day Logan had met him. Leo, too, with his crystal blue eyes that were gazing at Logan so lovingly it made his breath catch. “Sweet dreams, Lo, we’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Love you,” Logan said once more before hanging up. The second he shut his phone off, it felt as though warmth had left him. It wasn’t okay, but Logan had learned to sleep in cold sheets. 

He lay awake for a while, a pillow clutched in his arms and curled on his side, when his phone lit up with a text. He reached for it and squinted. Leo again.

When he opened it, it was a photo. Finn and Leo were in bed now, Finn passed out with his cheek against Leo’s chest and his fingers curled around the neckline of Leo’s sweatshirt. Logan could tell he was sleeping heavily in the way he did when he was really exhausted, his mouth open slightly. Logan could almost hear his soft snoring. Leo had slightly dark circles under his eyes, but he was smiling, cheek resting on the top of Finn’s head. He looked so soft and cozy and warm, and Logan wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms. 

We love you, sweetheart, Leo’s text read. Sleep tight.

I love you, I love you, I love you so much, Logan wrote back. Good night.

He went to set his phone back on his nightstand, but paused. He rubbed his thumb over Leo’s smile, over the slope of Finn’s nose, as if he could actually feel them. No, he decided. The nightstand would be too far. So, he clutched his phone to his chest and stared at it, imagining their body heat mixing with his, until he fell asleep. 

And if in the morning, while brushing his teeth, while making breakfast, he spent the whole time staring at his new lock screen- well, he would just say he was a man in love.

PLS I LOVE LEOS CURLS

Give me finnlo seeing Leo’s hair without product for the first time and it’s just all big and messy beautiful golden curls

give me leo with a ten step hair care routine

Give me finnlo having the whole process memorized

Give me leo getting so frustrated by rain cause his curls get all cute and frizzy

on a side note I really love your writing and how kind and consistent but also communicative you are with us! we appreciate you so deeply!

I also have curly hair, so I REALLY understand the frustration. Sometimes all you can do is throw it in a bun, I'm afraid.

Also, you're so sweet! I care about you all, too, and communication is important to me! It makes me so happy that you feel you're being heard. :)

Thank you for all the prompts! Making my way through them!

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

“Okay, checklist,” Leo said, pushing his wet hair back from his face. He counted off on his fingers. “Chicken thighs. Zucchini. Got all the stuff for the sauce here at home, so there’s nothing to worry about there. Summer squash. Those nice sweet onions, those are good. Oh, shallots, too, actually, I’ll add those to the sauce, now that I think about it.”

Finn absentmindedly carded his fingers through Leo’s hair to help him rinse off his conditioner as he continued to babble. “That nice bread from the bakery, baby?” he suggested. 

“Oo, yes, good one, Finn.” Leo reached for their exfoliatoing pad and the soap bar. “But I’ll have to go after going to the grocery store. The bakery is in the other direction, and I want to get the chicken thighs marinating and in the fridge as soon as possible.”

“Soleil,” Logan said, reaching up to wash Leo’s back. “Are you sure you don’t want me to run to the bakery, mon coeur?”

Leo shook his head. “No, thanks, it’s okay. I’ll need your help here. Besides, they take a new batch out around one, so I’ll go to pick it up then, fresh, before we head to Finn’s parent’s place at three.”

Finn smiled. “You’ve got a whole schedule, don’t you?”

“I’ve gotta. I told your mom I’d make this dinner for her so she and your aunt could relax.”

“Yes, but are you relaxed, baby?”

“No, but that’s okay. I like to cook!”

“Okay.” Finn kissed his cheek. “Want me to help you with your hair?”

“No, thanks, honey. I’ll rewet it and do it before we leave. I’m gonna go, gotta arrive when the supermarket opens. I love you.” And with a kiss to each of their cheeks, he was out of the shower and rushing to put his clothes on.

Finn followed his body with his eyes until he couldn’t see him anymore before turning to look at Logan. He was finishing washing himself, also staring at where Leo had walked off to. Logan noticed him watching and smiled softly. “Bien?”

“Oo-ways,” Finn said, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist and kissing him briefly. “You think he’ll be okay?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais, just stressed.” He looked again towards the open bathroom door. “I think his hair is going to bother him later.”

“Mm.” Finn stepped back to open the shower door and grab their towels. “He doesn’t like it when it gets all crazy.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Me, too.” He handed Logan his towel with a grin. “You remember the first time we saw it unstyled?”

“Ouais,” Logan laughed. “He was so embarrassed.”

“Adorable, I think.”

Logan hummed in agreement and Finn bit his lip fondly at the memory. It was just after Logan had moved in and they had an away game. Leo normally didn’t wash his hair on the road so he didn’t have to bring his products with him, but after a particularly sweaty game and a dip in the hotel pool, he was wincing every time he looked in the mirror. It was safe to say his curls had dried into a gorgeous, golden mess. He’d been sheepish, but all Logan and Finn had wanted to do was tug each and every freshly-washed spiral. Since then, he had gotten less ashamed of just letting his hair go, but for fancy events, he still liked to have it shiny and defined and soft. Finn, for one, couldn’t say he hated it. 

“Fish,” Logan said as he was flipping through their drawers for a pair of boxers, snapping Finn out of the memory. “I make breakfast for when Le gets back, you iron our shirts?”

Ironing his boyfriends’ shirts while one of them made breakfast shirtless, awaiting the other’s arrival. If only college Finn could see him now. He grinned broadly. “Sounds good, baby.”

***

“Okay. Okay, okay, cool, chicken is marinated, zucchini and squash are roasted, we’ll just have to heat those up under the broiler at your mom’s so it gets crispy. Her oven has two rows, yes?”

“Yes, sunshine.”

“Good, good. Because I’ll need to cook the chicken through, then set it to broil to get the skin crispy, and that’s when I’ll put the veggies in, too. Salad dressing is prepared, fresh veggies are prepped and in boxes, yes, Lo?”

“Ouais, mon amour.”

“Good, good. Oh! And the pie’s in the carrier, yes, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, baby, I put it in the fridge.”

“Awesome, we’ll have to remember the container of homemade whipped cream, remind me, please.” Leo turned away from the counter and clapped his hands. “Awesome.” He walked around to kiss their lips in bursts. “Thank you, thank you for helping, I love you.”

“Ouais, mon coeur,” Logan said, brushing his fingers over Leo’s hands that were cupping his face. “Love you, too.” 

“How about a nap, baby?” Finn suggested. “We went to the gym super early, and you didn’t sleep well last night. We’ve got time.”

But Leo shook his head. “No, I’ve gotta go to the bakery and be back in time to do my hair.”

Finn sighed. “Baby, a half hour? Please? We’ll sleep with you, I’ll rub your back.”

Leo considered. “What time is it?”

“Just before noon, sunshine. You’ll still have time to go to the bakery.” At Leo’s skeptical look, Finn put on his best puppy eyes and pout. “Please?”

Leo looked at him and took a deep breath. “Fine.”

“Le.”

“Sorry, sorry, honey.” He reached for Finn’s hand to draw him closer and pressed their foreheads together. “I’m sorry, Finn.”

Finn just kissed his cheek and took his hands. “Don’t be, baby, just come rest with us.”

He and Logan ushered Leo into their bedroom and under the covers. Logan crawled up Leo’s body to hover over him. “You want to be in the middle, soleil?”

Leo shook his head. “No, thanks. Too hot.”

“D’accord.” Logan pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. He reached across Leo’s chest for his phone on the night stand. “I’ll set a timer. Thirty minutes, ouais?”

Finn kissed his shoulder. “Yup. Thirty minutes, then we’ll go to the bakery.”

“No, no, it’s okay I can go-”

“Sunshine,” Finn laughed. “We’ve got nothing else to do, and we like going to the bakery with you. You’re all picky about the bread you choose, it’s cute.”

He heard Leo let out a breath. “Okay.” A pause. “I like going to the bakery with you, too.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. He shifted in Finn’s arms to tuck Leo under his chin. Their legs were all tangled under the sheets. “Sleep, mon chou. We’ll see you in a half hour.”

***

Finn woke up feeling as though he’d slept a century. Logan was warm against his chest., and he’d rolled over to tuck his nose under Finn’s neck. Finn stretched his toes and arched his back. Logan, perhaps sensing his movements, let out a deep breath and blinked up slowly. “Salut.”

“Hi.” Finn arched his back and breathed out when it cracked. “Good nap?”

“Mm.”

“Good.” He lifted shook the blankets away too look at his watch, then jerked. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

“Quoi?”

“Shit, it’s almost two. Fuck.” He frantically looked beside him to wake Leo up, then realized that side of the bed was empty and cold. It was quiet, save for the spatter of rain that had apparently started up when they were sleeping. “Le’s not here.”

Logan, who’d sat up and away, stood to go poke his head out the door. “Soleil?” he called. When there was no answer, he walked to peek into the other rooms of their New York apartment. “Soleil?”

Finn flapped around for his phone, finding it buried under the blankets near his feet. In their group chat, there was a text from Leo from about forty-five minutes previous. Overslept. Ran to bakery, hopefully the good stuff isn’t gone.

Don’t worry if it isn't, sunshine, Finn wrote. We’ll figure something out.

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes before swinging to stand up and following Logan out the bedroom door. “Leo went to the bakery. He overslept.”

Logan bit his lip with a furrowed brow. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“He’s gonna arrive and be…”

“Yeah.” Finn opened his arms. “C’mere, ten.”

Logan sighed and pressed himself to Finn closely. “He doesn’t have to work so hard.”

“I know, baby, but he likes to cook. He was so happy in the kitchen this morning.” Finn carded Logan’s hair back to look him in the eye. “Le just wants it to be good.”

“Ouais. Je sais,” Logan whispered, resting his head back on Finn’s shoulder.

“Hm.” Finn kissed his forehead. “We can help him, though. All we have to do is load the cooler and change.”

“His hair.”

Finn winced. “Oh, yeah, shit, that’s gonna make him-”

But he was interrupted by keys scratching at the door and a soaked-through Leo tumbling through. He was clutching his waterproof backpack that Logan got him for Christmas closely. His rain jacket kept his torso dry, but water seemed to have dripped down his neck to his shirt neckline, and his pants and shoes were dripping onto the floor. The curls on his head were frizzy and fluffy, a little static. He was looking at them with wide eyes. “It just started pouring, but I’ve got the bread. And I bought some of those nice dips they have to go with it.” He kicked off his shoes and slid along their wooden floor to the counter. “Okay, we have to pack the cooler, and change, and-” Leo froze, hand going up to half-cover his mouth.

“Le?” Finn asked.

“Shit,” Leo said, softer, then more loudly, “Shit, shit, shit, my hair.” Before Logan or Finn could stop him, he was slipping once again towards the bathroom, catching himself on the doorframe to stumble in front of the mirror. He tugged at his curls roughly. “Oh my God, look, they’re a disaster! Oh fuck.”

“Leo,” Logan said carefully. “It’s okay, they’ll be fine, mon soleil.”

“No, because then tomorrow they’ll be tangled and they’ll just be worse until I wash them again. But I can’t wash them for a few days because it isn’t good for curly hair, and-” Leo let out a frustrated noise. “I can’t go to your mother’s looking like this, Finn, I just can’t do it.”

“Whoa,” Finn said. He walked into the bathroom and turned Leo by the shoulders to look more squarely at him and Logan. “First off, you always look good, so we don’t want to hear that sort of talk about the love of our lives, okay?” Leo looked like he wanted to retort, but instead bit the inside of his cheek. Finn brought his hands up to cup Leo’s neck. “And second, we know your curl routine baby, we’ve helped you do it a thousand times.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He was taking a spray bottle and Leo’s products out from under the sink. “Sit, soleil, on the toilet. We’ll do your hair.”

Leo dutifully let Finn settle him down on the toilet seat, a furrow between his brows. Finn reached out to smooth it with his thumb. “Relax, Le, baby. We got you.”

Together, Finn and Logan started the routine they’d observed hundreds of times. Finn lifted Leo’s curls into sections as Logan wet them with a spray bottle. The thick strands became slippery when they added leave-in conditioner and curl cream, running through Finn’s fingers like gold silk. 

“Ça va, soleil?” Logan asked, reaching for Leo’s styling brush.

“Ouais,” Leo replied softly. “Feels good.”

Finn smiled at Logan over Leo’s head. “Good.”

Finn helped to hold Leo’s hair in sections as Logan ran the brush gently through, curling it like Leo had taught him. Then, they began winding each individual curl around their fingers in little spirals. They talked with each other as they worked, and Leo, at first silent and tense, began to relax his shoulders and smile. The first laugh that broke through made Finn warm. By Logan’s soft look at Leo’s face, he felt the same way. 

When they were finished, Logan stood in front of Leo with two containers and a questioning, but fond, look. “Mousse, gel, or both soleil?”

Leo tilted his head back and forth. “Both, please, to hold up against the rain. But light on the gel, please, or else it’ll be really weighed down.”

“D’accord.” Logan kissed his forehead and moved behind his body again. He scooped some gel into his hands then held them out to Finn. “Some water, please, rouge?”

“You got it.” Finn sprayed Logan’s hands, then watched as he rubbed them together and gently scrunched the gel into Leo’s locks. After a minute, Finn picked up the other bottle. “Mousse now?”

“Ouais, then we’ll scrunch it a bit.”

Leo let out a happy sound as Finn’s hands worked through his hair. “You’re both so cute for knowing my hair routine.”

“Of course we do, sunshine,” Finn said, tongue stuck through his teeth as he focused. Logan’s hands joined him in gently scrunching. “Gotta make sure our prince is perfect looking at all times.” They finished, and he leaned around to press wet kisses on Leo’s cheek. “Right?”

He could feel Leo smiling under his lips. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.” He kissed Leo’s jaw once more before straightening. “Now, what do we have to do to help get you ready?”

“Gotta pack the cooler. And diffuse my hair, because I don’t wanna go out with it wet.”

“I’ll go pack the cooler,” Logan said. He kissed Finn’s cheek, then Leo’s mouth while wiping his hands on a towel. “You’ll diffuse, rouge?”

“On it, babe.” Finn knelt to open the cabinet below the sink and pulled out Leo’s hair dryer and diffuser attachment, as well as his hair oil. He took the microfiber towel Logan had placed on the top of the toilet in his hand and straightened. “Ready, baby?”

“Uh-huh. You remember how to do it? Hover, then-”

“Then gently cup and dry it in sections, a little closer to the scalp. Don’t worry, babe, I got you. You just sit and look pretty, you’re very good at that.”

Leo shook his head fondly, and Finn smiled as he turned on the hair dryer. He squeezed out the initial wetness gently with the towel, then began to hover on medium heat, just like Leo had taught him. Leo was humming quietly to himself like he sometimes did when he was distracted. Finn didn’t think he realized he was doing it; it only happened when Leo was especially happy, so Finn just bit his lip to keep from laughing and making Leo sheepish. It had been a few minutes, so he switched the dryer to a high speed and brought it closer to Leo’s scalp.

“Let me know if I burn you, sunshine, okay?”

“Okay,” Leo said happily, then went back to humming. Finn shook his head fondly and cupped a curl cluster in his hands.

He loved this part. It was almost magical, watching as Leo’s curls turned from soaking wet and heavy to soft and fluffy, the blonde even brighter now after having spent so much time in the sun over the summer. The crunchiness of the mousse faded slightly as the hair dried, leaving behind smooth, defined ringlets. Finn wasn’t kidding when he said Leo was a prince.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, apart from Leo’s soft humming, Logan appeared in the doorway in khakis and a button-down T-shirt. His quad muscles were visible through the fabric, and Finn almost laughed at how abruptly Leo’s humming stopped when he caught sight of them. Logan noticed, too, and smiled delightedly as he came to stand between Leo’s legs and cup his jaw. “Almost done?”

“Yup,” Finn said. “Just finishing the last section. Grab the oil for me, Lo, baby? We can scrunch out the crunch.”

Leo snorted. “I can’t believe you.”

“I like the saying! It’s fun.” He shut off the hair dryer with a satisfied nod. “Alrighty, butter, just another minute.”

He and Logan squeeze some oil on their hands and set about scrunching out Leo’s curls. Finn could feel the crust from the gel and mousse fade away under his fingers, replaced by the soft curls he loved to caress, to lean his cheek on, to tug playfully. He did just that, gripping one ringlet between his pointer finger and thumb and pulling it gently, making Leo laugh.

“Okay,” Leo said, standing up and turning to face them. He bent down to give them each a kiss. “Thank you. I was really stressed.”

Finn snorted. “Yeah, you were, baby. Feel better?”

Leo nodded, running a hand through Finn’s hair. “Loads, thank you, sweetheart.” He caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror and a huge smile broke over his face. “Oh. Would you look at that.”

Even though they were both looking directly at him, Logan and Finn turned to face the mirror, too. Leo was smiling at himself in the reflection, reaching a hand up to touch the curls that were towards the front of his head. Finn liked the way he was looking at himself, like he finally saw how good he looked. Logan and Finn had seen him deflated as he critically examined himself before- the acne on his chin and jaw, the fat he gained when he bulked the last summer, the way his brow furrowed after said bulk when he didn’t fit into his game-day suit anymore. Finn felt the sudden urge to make Leo feel how truly beautiful he was, how much they both absolutely adored every part of him.

“Gorgeous,” Finn whispered, wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. The three of them in the mirror, standing close together, made his heart stutter. He caught Leo’s eye. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Leo’s smile turned sheepish. “Who?”

“Both of you.” He leaned across Leo’s body to smack at Logan’s thighs gently. “Seriosuly, who gave quads a right to look this good?”

Leo and Logan burst out laughing, Logan kissing the top of his head before pulling away to look up at Leo. “He’s right. You’re out of a fairytale.”

Leo grinned down at him. “Thanks, honey.” He kissed Logan briefly, then looked at himself in the mirror once more. “Okay. Wow, my hair looks really good, thank you.” He patted each of their hips before walking away. “Time to get dressed. Gotta get the car loaded.”

“Hey, wait,” Finn said, grabbing Leo’s hand and pulling him back to their bodies in one quick movement. Leo stumbled, but his smile was pleased. Finn placed firm kiss on his mouth. “We love you. We love you and your crazy, beautiful curls, okay? Even when they’re messy.” 

“I know.” Leo’s eyes were twinkly and bright. “I love you, too.” He pressed his lips to Finn’s, then to Logan’s, hard and happy. The soft moment settled over them before Leo clapped his hands. “Okay. Okay, you both look stunning, my curls are fantastic, and I’ve got a dinner to cook. Let’s go.”

Logan and Finn hung back for a moment. Finn felt Logan come up behind him and place his hands on his waist. “We did good, rouge.”

“So good.” He leaned back to kissed Logan’s cheek. “C’mon. We got a Disney prince waiting for us.” He licked his lips. “How mad do you think he’ll be if I mess those lovely curls of his up later?”

Logan laughed. “I don’t think he’ll be too mad.” He tapped Finn’s hip. “Allez, let’s go. Soleil’s waiting.”

Finn just smiled, smitten, and tugged Logan out of the bathroom.

did you maybe get any inspo for a cubs hiking or camping fic while on your trip👀👀

Have some Cubs fun in the evergreen Canadian forest! (And some contemplative Tremzy)

Credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Honey, slow down, we’re almost ready.”

“But I’m excited, peanut!” Finn bounced on his toes. “I’m so fucking ready.”

Logan shook his head and grabbed a small white bottle from his bag. “Non, you’re not, ici.”

Finn dutifully stood still as Logan rubbed sunscreen over his face, finishing with a gentle pass of his fingers on Finn’s cheeks. Logan kissed where his fingers had been and stood back down on his heels. “Bien. Okay, let’s go.”

Finn spun around and began walking quickly toward the trailhead, whistling as he went. Leo and Logan stood and watched him for a second before looking at each other with amused smiles.

“Do you think we should just let him run ahead?” Leo asked as he took Logan’s hand.

Logan shrugged. “Maybe. But then it’s not a date.”

“Honey, we’re basically dating a puppy, we’ve gotta let him run.”

Logan laughed and leaned into Leo’s side for a brief moment. Leo winked and kissed the side of his head before letting go of his hand. “C’mon. I have a feeling this hike isn’t going to be a lovely stroll with him around.”

They met Finn where he was waiting by the trailhead, greeting another group of hikers in broken, enthusiastic French. Logan and Leo said a polite ‘salut’ as well before they turned to Finn. He was grinning at them proudly, hands looped through the straps of his backpack like a little kid going to school. It made Logan’s heart melt just a little to see him there, in the Canadian forests he’d loved as a child, as a teenager, as a yearning and confused college student. It warmed Logan even further when Leo stepped into his sightline as well. He was so comfortable here, with his charming self and his perfect French. Logan could tell it made him happy when people were impressed and asked where he was from. He would answer them with a proud and slightly sheepish smile, and Logan could watch forever as his eyes lit up thinking of New Orleans. 

Leo snapped one of the straps of Finn’s backpack. “Slow down there, speedy. Your boyfriends need to catch up with you.”

Finn just looked up at him gleefully. “I’m just so excited.” He turned Leo around and nudged him forward. “I think you should go first.” 

“What?” Leo said, tripping slightly over a root as he began to walk up the sloped trail. “Why? You’re way faster.”

Finn shrugged. “No reason.” He reached for Logan as well. “You, too, baby.”

Logan shook his head at Finn fondly. “I know what you’re doing.”

Finn’s grin was the lovely and mischievous one Logan adored. “I know you know.” He nudged his chin towards Leo. “But he doesn’t.”

Logan turned to look at Leo, who was now a little further up the trail, and ran his eyes up and down his long, lean body. He smiled. “Si beau.”

“Mhm.” Finn leaned around to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “C’mon, can’t let sunshine get too far ahead.” 

They followed Leo up the trail. Despite his long legs, he didn’t hike particularly fast. He liked to take in the nature around him and stooped to touch moss or examine leaves frequently. Every now and then, too, he’d hum when he found a particularly interesting leaf. He’d even brought the identification book Logan had got him at a local shop in Rimouski, with all of the local flora and fauna. Leo smiled every time he found a match and nodded satisfactorily. Logan found it incredibly adorable. 

After the fifth time they’d stopped to examine a leaf, Leo sighed on a steep section and turned to look at Finn. “Are you sure you don’t want to go ahead, sweetheart? You’ll be able to move a lot faster.”

Finn shook his head fondly. “No, baby, I want to walk with you.” His eyes turned playful. “Plus, walking behind you has its advantages.”

Leo looked confused for a second, eyes narrowed, before he rolled them with a blushing grin. “You’re staring at my ass, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely. And Lo’s.” He emphasized his statement with a loving pat on Logan’s butt. “I gotta say, it’s a nice view.”

Logan laughed. “The view is at the top!”

“That view’s overrated. I prefer this one.”

Logan couldn’t take it anymore. He turned and planted a kiss right on Finn’s lips. They were both sweaty in the humid August heat, but Logan still loved the smell of him, all mixed up with the scents of the woods. He pulled away after a moment and flicked Finn’s cheek gently. “You’re so weird.”

“And yet, you love me.” He gave Logan’s butt one more soft pat, then looked up the trail at Leo, who had bent to look at something on a rock. “You ready sunshine?” he called.

 “Look, I found a newt!” A pause. “Oh, he’s so cute, come see!”

Finn caught Logan’s eye. “We’re looking at a cute newt right now, actually.”

Leo just shook his head, but Logan could see his cheeks were red. “No, I’m serious, come see!”

Logan and Finn looked at each other, smiling widely before answering Leo’s call.

Their hike continued as such. Leo would stop every now and then to look at something interesting he found, and Logan and Finn would listen as he murmured under his breath while he flipped through the tiny book. Eventually, they reached where they could see the top, and Finn bounded ahead, pressing smacking kisses to their cheeks on the way. By the time they got there, Leo and Logan found him sitting on a rock, bag of trail mix already in hand munching while looking at the view. When they turned around, he smiled widely. “Oh, look! The view has arrived!”

Leo laughed and went to sit beside him, snatching some trail mix for himself. While they were talking, Logan took a look at the view. He’d been up here dozens of times: with his sisters, his parents, his high school friends. It was a beautiful view, all rolling evergreen hills and endless sky, even so close to the city. The air was fresh and crisp, and he inhaled against the memories. 

There was one summer weekend in college he came up here with his former high school teammates, all slightly hungover from a reunion party in late May, to watch the sunrise. He remembered some of them had brought their college girlfriends with them. Logan and a boy named Riley, who he hadn’t been close with but was nice enough, had been the only ones without girlfriends. Someone made a joke, saying they should kiss, and Riley had been so nervous red had shone through on his brown cheeks. Logan had told them to knock it off, giving his teammate a nudge, and that was that. But Logan had been hoping they couldn’t hear how fast his breathing was, how his heart had been about to pump out of his chest. In that moment, his gaze had landed on one of his teammate’s girlfriends, who had bright red hair and lots of freckles. He had to excuse himself to go lie down on a rock, alone.

 He felt two arms wrap around him, and two hands appeared to unclasp the buckles on his backpack and ease the straps off his shoulders. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Just- thinking.”

Leo hummed. He set Logan’s bag down and rested his hands on Logan’s hips. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Non, mon amour, not right now. I’ll tell you later.”

“Okay.” Leo kissed his shoulder. “You hungry, honey? I made us BLTs with that homemade mayo sauce you like.”

Logan smiled. He wrapped Leo’s arms fully around himself. “Ouais, merci. Sounds good.”

Leo squeezed him tightly before letting go to lead him over to where Finn was watching them. He had his phone out and was looking at something. “Look,” he said, showing it to them. “Got my new lockscreen.” 

Logan bent down to peek at it and smiled. Leo really was much taller than him; Logan never noticed that he had to look up that much to smile at him. “Can you send it to me, please, rouge?”

“Already did, babe.” Finn chucked his phone down onto his bag and reclined a bit with a sigh. “This is the life, man.”

“Glad you like it, sweetheart,” Leo said. He was shuffling through his own backpack. “You hungry? Want a sandwich?”

Finn squinted at him in the bright sun. “You’re so cute, always making sure we’re well fed.”

“Well, we just exercised for two hours in the sun! I just don’t want you to get dizzy on the way down or-”

Finn just cupped his face and interrupted him with a kiss. “It’s a good thing, baby. I’d love one of your BLTs.”

Leo nodded, a little grin on his face. “That’s what I thought.”

They ate their sandwiches under a shaded section of rocks at Leo’s insistence, facing the view as the sun began to dip just past noon. Finn sat through Logan rubbing more sunscreen on him before he waggled his eyebrows and pulled a bag of M&Ms out of his backpack. “Peanut M&Ms for you, peanut!”

The colored sugar dyed their tongues different colors. Finn only ate the green ones in an attempt to ‘become a leprechaun’, as he so called it, which left Leo and Logan with a myriad selection. Logan let the sweetness settle over his tongue, followed by the crunchiness of the peanut, for a moment. He watched as Finn insisted Leo throw one into his mouth. Finn caught it, to no one’s surprise, and he leaned over Logan’s head to press a smacking kiss to Leo’s cheek in victory. When his eyes landed on Logan, they were contemplative. “What’s up, Lolo?”

Logan shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“Yikes, you feeling okay?”

Logan tried to look unimpressed. “That is getting old.” He leaned into Leo’s thigh that was touching his own. A sigh escaped him. “I once came up here during summer in college. With my high school teammates.”

“Oh?” Leo’s eyes were questioning, but he was still smiling for Logan. “Did you have fun?”

“Ouais, I guess.” Logan looked out at the view. How could something once so normal to him feel so uncomfortable now? “We all got drunk at a party, then decided to climb up for the sunrise. I don’t know why, it was awful. We were so hungover.”

Leo laughed. “You know, sometimes I forget you both had a wild side.”

“Had?” Finn looked offended. “We’re still perfectly wild.”

“What, with your nine-thirty read-aloud story time?”

“You love story time!” Finn scooched over and threw his right leg over Logan’s, leaning in to pinch Leo’s bicep. “And you’re wild too, peanut.”

Leo snorted. “In the kitchen, maybe.”

“In other places, too,” Finn replied with a sharp grin.

That made Logan take in a sharp breath. The memory of what his teammates said to him throbbed against his skull like it was trying to escape. Everything he felt back then, the yearning, the want, the shame, suddenly felt so close he could taste it. He wondered if this weight on his chest would ever lift, if he would ever stop being surprised and in awe of the beautiful life he got to live with Leo and Finn. He both wanted it gone and wanted it to press down against him harder, until all he could do was sink into the feeling of their bodies around him. 

“Lo?” Leo asked, dipping his head to whisper in Logan’s ear. “You okay sweetheart?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He cleared his throat. “Ouais, it’s just… mais, the day, when I came up here with my teammates?” He looked for their confirming nods before continuing. “Everyone came with girlfriends. Except me and another guy. Some of the others- well…” 

Finn’s face suddenly appeared in his sightline. Logan was so grateful they were the only ones at the top. “They… implied some not nice things about us. Said we should’ve done some stuff together.” He heard Leo suck in a breath from beside him. Finn’s eyes bored into his own. “And then one of my teammates had a girlfriend with red hair. And freckles.”

Finn, for once, didn’t say anything. He just cupped the back of Logan’s head and brought it to his shoulder, holding him there. He smelled like sweat, and summer air, and Finn, and Logan gripped his hip as he breathed him in. Finn kissed the side of his head, letting his lips rest there, and Logan felt something in himself begin to heal. 

“Lo,” Leo said softly. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.” 

Logan ducked his nose into Finn’s neckline one more time before sitting up. “Non, non it’s okay. I mean, it’s not okay, what they said, but I am. I’m okay.” He turned to face Leo and kissed him softly. “I’m so good.”

“Good,” Leo whispered against his mouth. “That makes me happy.”

Logan smiled. “Ouais.” He pulled back to look at Leo. “Are you happy?”

Leo softened. The light reflected off his curls and his white teeth as he smiled. He was beautiful always, but especially when he looked at Logan like that. Like he was his. “Yeah.”

“Bien.” He turned his body slightly to settle with his back to Leo’s chest, grinning as Leo let out an amused laugh. Logan reached his hand out to tangle his fingers with Finn’s. “Are you happy?”

Finn’s brown eyes were golden in the summer sun. He looked like a figment of every one of younger Logan’s dreams. “More and more every day.”

“Bien,” Logan said again. He kissed Finn’s fingers then caught his eye with a challenging look. “Race you down.” Then he grabbed the trash leftover from their lunch, stuffed it in his bag, and stood to begin jogging down the trail.

“Oh no you don’t, ten!”

“Will you two please be careful? I don’t want you to fall!”

Logan smiled as their laughter and footsteps followed him. He spared one look behind him to catch the view and his boys against it before picking up his pace and running down the mountain.

best part of me reading your new fics when i first wake up and am still half asleep (at like 6:30 so i literally went back to sleep after bc i dont wake up until 8) is that i was so tired that i barely remember and get to re experience how wonderful they are

Haha, you're so sweet for this! I'm so glad you like them and so grateful you read them! :)

you’ve been so active tonight! I’m LIVINGGGGG for it

Awwww, thanks, your so sweet! Personally, I just feel that, as a smaller blog, I want to make sure that people know that I am seeing their asks and their comments, even if I don't answer the prompts very quickly (life has been SO BUSY for me lately). I also like to think of it as a way of thanking you all. You engage with me via liking my posts, commenting, reblogging, and sending me the SWEETEST asks, so I want to engage with YOU directly as well! If I were a bigger blog, it'd be harder to do so, and I feel like that's understandable. But I'm not, which is fine, because I LOVE being able to answer every request! I feel it creates a more personal touch, and it's a way for people to hopefully see their imagination come to life (and I hope I'm doing it justice). Not everyone likes to write, has the time, feels confident at it, etc. (not that any of those things should stop you from trying should you so want to!), so I mostly just feel as though it is a privilege to be trusted with all of your precious ideas. I also understand that helping you all get your voices heard is particularly special because I imagine that many of you, like me, are part of the LGBTQ+ community. So, even indirectly through me, I want your ideas and your visions of a loving, gentle queer relationship to be brought to life! And I think that's pretty spectacular. :)

In short, I guess this was my long-winded way of saying thank you! <3

fic had perfect timing i was just crashing out this is the emotional support i needed :)) you are so appreciated🩷🩷

YIKES, I'm so sorry! Crashing out and burnout is SO real right now, so I hope you're doing okay, bestie. <3

Recommended burnout cures include a nap, chocolate cake, and dog/cat cuddles (or pets in general, but I can't say I'd cuddle a lizard if I had one)!

(Also, thanks for the appreciation! I appreciate YOU, you're so sweet!)

Masterlist says soulmate au part 1?!?? DOES THIS MEAN ITS GONNA BE CONTINUED?? CAUSE THAT WAS MY ASK IM SO HAPPY IT WAS EVERYTHING I WANTED

JUST POSTED, HOPE YOU LIKE! If you want another part, let me know of a prompt idea!

SO ADORABLE I ❤️ SOULMATE O KNUTZY🥹🥹 any chance for a part two?? i get so attached to the characters in each au i would love more if you’re open to it <333

You all have me starting a THIRD Word document (it's okay, I love it, I love all your beautiful brains and their beautiful ideas!)! That's crazy, and I can't thank you enough for all the support you give me every single time I post.

This was also a fun little drabble to write- would definitely consider writing more stuff in this AU if you so wanted. Although, I gotta say, I still think the first part will always be my favorite. They kinda just wrote themselves, to be honest.

ENJOOOOOOY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Credits to @lumosinlove

Leo shifted under the warmth of the blankets, stretching his legs as he drifted into consciousness. He felt a weight on his shoulder and smiled as Logan let out a sigh in his sleep. Leo scratched a hand through his hair, then brought it down to rest on the sun, the fleur-de-lis, and the fish on his hip. Logan’s skin, Leo had discovered, was always so soft and warm. He radiated heat like a furnace, and Leo and Finn had taken to reaching for him unconsciously in their sleep. He normally slept in the middle, a spot he had claimed three weeks ago their first night in bed together, but the night previous Leo had been particularly cold. Logan had rolled over Leo’s body with a groan and his pushed nose under Leo’s chin. 

“Ici, soleil,” he had whispered. “We’ll keep you warm.”

And they did just that. The whole night, Leo slept blissfully with Finn up against his back and Logan tucked into him, safe and sound and happy, so happy. Leo didn’t think he’d ever felt happier. 

A movement from beside him made him look over to his left. Finn was awake. He was on his side, facing Leo, with his hand tucked under his head. He blinked sleepily, his brown eyes reflecting the light, before he smiled. “Hi, sunshine.”

Leo smiled right back. “Hi.”

Finn let out a happy sound. When he spoke next, he sounded almost giddy. “Hi, hi, hi, good morning, baby.” He shifted to prop himself up on an elbow and hovered over Leo, reaching out a hand to cup Leo’s face. His sun, fleur-de-lis, and fish were visible on his stretched-out torso, so stark and beautiful against his pale skin. “You’re so gorgeous.”

Leo grinned into the kiss Finn gave him. It still didn’t feel real, kissing Finn and Logan. It had been a long time since Leo had kissed someone, been held by someone, made love to someone- although, if he was being honest, his previous relationship hadn’t been that loving at all. And coming to the NHL had left no room for dating or hookups, not that Leo would have wanted to, anyway. His heart had jolted the moment Finn first smiled at him and when Logan had first looked at him with those gorgeous green eyes of his. 

Finn had moved one hand to cup Leo’s waist, sending goosebumps up his stomach and chest. Leo arched into the feeling with a soft sound and used his free hand to run his fingers through Finn’s hair. It was thick and silky, just as Leo had always imagined it to be, and Finn loved it when they tugged on it. Leo did so, gently, and Finn made a happy sound against his mouth before pulling away with a grin. He brushed their lips together. “I love you.”

Leo dug his heels into the back of Finn’s thighs and wrapped his free arm around Finn’s trim waist, rubbing a hand up and down his soul mark. “Love you.”

Finn’s eyes darted across Leo’s face for a moment. “I like your hair like this.”

Leo laughed softly. “You’ve said that every day since I got it cut.”

“Well, yeah.” Finn dipped his head just beside Logan’s to kiss behind Leo’s right ear, where the hair was now shorter. “Now everyone gets to see that you’re mine.”

 “Finn,” Leo sighed. He laced his hand through Finn’s hair again. “Kiss me.”

Finn didn’t even argue. He just dragged his lips across Leo’s jaw and cheek until he reached his mouth, tongue brushing Leo’s lips languidly. Leo loved how Finn kissed, focused and completely giving himself over. He loved to watch Finn kiss Logan, too. Logan was so responsive and melted under their touch always, but Finn had a way of directing him, of directing them both, without missing a beat. 

Leo lost track of time with how lovingly Finn was kissing him. Finn’s hands were all over his body: his chest, his hips, his jaw. Leo pressed into wherever they roamed, content to just give himself over completely. He slipped away a little, too caught up in the heady feeling, before he was brought back to reality when a pair of lips pressed over the marks behind his ear.

“Mm,” Leo mumbled against Finn’s mouth. “Lo.”

Finn pulled away with a last kiss, then immediately leaned over Leo’s body to kiss Logan. “‘Sup, baby?”

Leo felt the shaking movement of Logan’s body which meant he was laughing. “Salut, rouge.” 

Finn left a few more exaggerated kisses on Logan’s face and neck before pulling back and hovering once more over Leo. He pushed Leo’s hair back from his face. “Sleep okay, sunshine?”

Leo nodded. “Mhm. Nice and warm.” He felt fingers brush along his stomach and finally turned to face Logan with a soft smile. “‘Morning, sweetheart.”

Logan’s sleepy green eyes filled his vision. “Soleil,” he sighed, leaning in to kiss Leo, a bit sloppy and luxurious. “Bon matin.”

Leo let out a satisfied breath and let his head fall back against the pillows once more. Logan had bullied his way onto Leo’s chest, forcing Finn to drop onto the mattress once more on Leo’s other side. Finn narrowed his eyes. “You’re hogging my sunshine.”

“Notre soleil.” 

“You’re still hogging him!”

Logan just let out a huff, rolling his body even further on top of Leo’s, lying chest to chest with his nose in Leo’s neck. Leo let out a soft laugh. “You have no shame.” 

“Non.” Logan kicked Finn in the shin. “Ici, rouge.” 

Finn scoffed but complied. He threw his leg over both Leo and Logan’s bodies, one arm coming to rest on Logan’s back. “How is this, my liege?”

“C’est bien.” Logan lifted his head up a bit to look at Leo. He smiled with a happy noise and traced his thumb under Leo’s eye. “Tu es si beau, mon chou.”

Leo tilted his head to kiss Logan’s palm. He bit his lip mischievously, glancing at Finn briefly. “Look who’s talkin’.”

Logan laughed and Finn groaned at Leo’s poor attempt at his accent. “I do not sound like that.”

“No, you don’t, I’m sorry, honey,” Leo agreed, opening his free arm so Finn could rest his head on his shoulder. He shifted his head just enough to place a lingering kiss on Finn’s temple. “Better?”

“Much.”

Leo smiled and tucked his nose into Finn’s hair. He loved the weight of them in bed with him, a luxury he, at one point, thought would have to wait until he retired. But now there was this: Logan, practically moved into the apartment at this point, taking up a disproportionately large amount of space on his chest; Finn, always the one to be brave and smiling, letting his walls down and letting himself be held; a feeling, so warm and heady and lovely that Leo wanted to cup it gently in his hands and never let it go. He was ruined in the best way, weighted and safe under the sheets with his lovers.

Logan, it seemed, had begun to gain some more consciousness. He started wriggling around in the way he did when he was trying to get comfortable, moving their limbs around to hold him how he liked. He was demanding, there was no doubt about that, but Leo wouldn’t have traded him for anything in the world. Leo looked down fondly at him as he slipped his thigh between Leo’s own and moved Finn’s hand down to massage his lower back. He let out a satisfied sound as Finn’s fingers began to dig into the sore muscle. “Ouais.”

Finn let out a snort and kissed his cheek. “So bossy.”

Logan just smiled softly. He reached up to play with the edges of Leo’s hair. “I like your curls like this, mon soleil.”

Leo laughed. “Fish just said that, too.”

“Well it’s true,” Finn said. He pressed his nose into the side of Leo’s head and nuzzled his curls exaggeratedly. “You look like our very own Disney prince or something.”

Leo turned to look him in the eye. “And what does that make you and Lo?”

“Well, I’m your bard. Or your jester. Or both, you choose. And Lo here,” he said, moving his arm up to squeeze around Logan’s upper back. “He’s your knight.” He made a little growling sound and bit at Logan’s shoulder. “Imagine these muscles in armor, holy moly.”

Logan’s nose scrunched around his smile. He watched his own hand play with Leo’s hair. “I just think you’re beautiful.”

Leo tried to bite his lip against the blush, but it was no use. He leaned into the thumbs Logan brushed over his heated cheeks. “I love you.” He kissed Logan briefly, then settled back again onto the pillows. He looked between Finn and Logan, whose eyes were both watching him intently. “I think I want to keep my hair like this for a while.” 

Logan and Finn smiled widely down at him. It made Leo’s breath catch and he could feel every place their warm skin touched his like they were trying to be melded together. When he’d cut his hair like he’d always wanted to- a bit shorter on the sides, still curly at the top- over a week ago, he’d been more than a little nervous. It meant that his mark would be revealed to the world, and anyone who saw would potentially wonder about its oddity, about why there were three shapes. Logan and Finn didn’t have to worry about that as much- theirs were covered by their clothes most of the day. And after they’d left them uncovered in the locker room, it didn’t take too long before there were careful questions and then excited congratulations from their teammates. But Leo’s was out in the open. It wasn’t necessarily an obvious place, but it was still visible with shorter hair. 

Finn and Logan had let him talk it out with them for hours over takeout, the both of them snuggled in Leo’s sweatshirts from high school. It had made his heart jolt when he saw them for the first time in his clothes. It was as if it was a fever dream, and the feeling in Leo’s chest when he came into the living room to see them both, snuggled in his hoodies on the couch, smiling at each other, smiling at him- it was warm and weighty. And Leo felt, in that moment, that he was gone on them forever. So, when they asked him if he wanted to get his haircut, despite the hesitation, he didn’t really have to decide at all. Being with them, loving them, was liberating, and made all of the potentially hard things feel worth it. And it had certainly been worth it to see their grins and feel their lips on his skin when he’d come home from running errands with his curls cut and styled how he’d always dreamed. 

Now, he felt Logan’s fingers caressing the skin behind his ear lovingly. Both Logan and Finn were mindless touchers. Sometimes, Leo didn’t even think they realized they were doing it. After not having to hide in the locker room anymore, Leo found there was frequently a hand on his back, fingers brushing his, a gentle scratch on his scalp. Finn was even a good multitasker, and always had a hand on them whenever he was talking, to them or anyone else, and he was in close proximity to at least one of them. Even now, in the peaceful silence that had fallen over their bedroom, Leo felt Finn’s fingers tracing the slant of his jaw, placing soundless kisses after he finished before starting up again near Leo’s ear. Leo let out a sigh and closed his eyes again briefly, content to just rest to the sound of their breathing and the feeling of their bodies. 

“I really love you,” Leo whispered. “I really, really love you. I love your smiles, and your skin, and the weight of you in bed with me.”

“Oh, baby,” Finn said. He sounded a little choked up and giddy at the same time. “We really love you, too.”

“Ouais, mon soleil.” Logan settled himself back down onto Leo’s chest and let out a sigh. “Mm, c’est chaud ici.”

“Geez,” Finn said abruptly after a brief silence. He lifted himself on his forearm to look down at them and smiled as he caught Leo’s eye. “Geez, I’m so in love with you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“Well,” Leo said sarcastically. “That’s high praise.”

Finn stuck out his tongue and poked Leo’s cheek playfully. “Stop trying to be silly when I’m trying to be romantic.”

“Honey, you walk the line between silly and romantic all the time!”

“Yes, but when I want to! And right now it’s just romance time.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. He cupped the back of Finn’s head and guided it to his shoulder once more. He felt Finn’s teeth scrape against the skin and tugged his thick red waves. “Hey, biting isn’t romantic.”

“It is when I bite. Or when Logan bites.”

Logan, who had been a dead weight against Leo’s chest, responded by lightly dipping his chin down and biting beside Leo’s nipple. “Mm, you’re sweet, soleil.”

Leo let out a snort. “You’re so weird. I love you.”

“Je t’aime.”

“Love you, love you, love you.” Finn accentuated his statement by pressing bursts of wet kisses to their cheeks, then licked Leo’s jaw. “Hm, you are sweet.”

“Oh my God.” Leo began to move in an attempt to sit up. “I’m getting new boyfriends.” 

“No, no, baby come back,” Finn pleaded. Logan just let his weight go even further; Finn began to kiss Leo’s neck. “No, baby, I’m sorry, I love you, I love you, come back.”

Leo began to lay back down and looked at Finn’s puppy eyes with raised eyebrows. “Do you not want breakfast?” 

Logan reached up to tug Leo’s hair. “Want you for breakfast.”

That made Leo warm all over, and he ran a palm up Logan’s back. “Fine, fine, I acquiesce.”

“Oo, fancy words,” Finn said. He wiggled his eyebrows. “You know how much intelligence turns me on.”

“I do,” Leo whispered. He cupped Finn’s cheek and watched as his eyes turned soft and fond. He didn’t have to say anything- he knew Finn knew how lucky they all were. Finn kissed his palm, and Logan kissed his chest, and Leo let out a deep sigh. He was so in love he was dizzy with it. The feeling felt too big for his chest. “I do. And I love you. I love you both more than anything.” 

out of curiosity why are chickens your fav animal? is there a specific reason or do u just like them? another question… who on the lions do u think would have pet chickens

HAHAHAHA this is actually a really funny ask! I had chickens for YEARS growing up, for meat and eggs, and they were basically my pets (we didn't have a dog at the time). They're actually really complex and fun to learn about, in terms of caring for them. All my chickens had names and distinct personalities, right up until they passed away. I was very fond of them and their silly antics! I don't have them anymore, and I have my dog who I love more than anything or anyone, but my dream is to one day have chickens again!

Edit: I DEFINITELY imagine Leo and Thomas having chickens. And I imagine Kuny having a singular one that he keeps as a house pet and takes on walks, lol.

i will forever be in love with leo😔

This is so real of you, I fear. He's a pretty stand-up guy.

hiii!!

i was wondering if we could get some overprotective cubs moments over each other ? they kill me with their cuteness and love for each other 💕

thank u!! love ur works smmm!!

Awwww, you're so sweet!

I DID write a Logan attack dog fic, but I DEFINITELY do see Finn and Leo getting protective every now and then. I feel like Leo is mostly fondly amused, whereas Finn is kind of just like, "Um, exCUSE me?! That's MY LeLo, thank you very much, lemme kiss 'em and prove it." and is less of an attack dog than Tremzy.

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Logan sank into the feeling of Finn’s hands on his hips, guiding him to sway to the beat of whatever song was playing over the speakers. He didn’t recognize it; it was in Portuguese. But he didn’t care- he was on summer break, he was in Brazil, and, most importantly, his boyfriends were with him. 

Well, one was.

Finn’s nimble fingers ran lower over Logan’s stomach, rucking up his shirt to press a palm to his abs. Logan shuddered and leaned back to rest his head against Finn’s shoulder. They normally didn’t go out to clubs like this, but Leo had been so excited to practice his Portuguese, and they hadn’t gone out all together in so long. The place they were at was small, intimate, but big enough to be unrecognizable. And, as Logan had soon realized, very queer. His eyes darted to a lesbian couple a few feet away from them, locked in a close embrace and making out like nobody could see them. And everybody could, but nobody looked. Logan glanced around- nobody was looking at him and Finn, either. 

He leaned into the kisses Finn was placing on his neck. They were warm and sloppy against his already hot body, and he felt sweaty and a little fuzzy from the dancing and the alcohol. Logan made a soft noise and turned to kiss him properly. Finn smiled against his mouth. “You look so good, Lo, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Logan turned in his arms to get a better angle. He felt the beat of bass thrumming through him, accentuating the heat that was starting to pool in his hips. Finn began to kiss down his throat again and Logan let his head fall back, letting out a groan, eyes hooded. His vision was unfocused for a minute, too lost in Finn’s touch and smell, until it zoomed in on two bodies at the bar. He sucked in a sharp breath and tugged Finn’s hair. “Rouge. Rouge.”

“Yeah?” Finn hardly pulled away to gasp out the question before his teeth were back against Logan’s neck.

Logan let out a curse. “Fish, Leo. Leo.”

Finn straightened. His mouth was red and wet. “Huh? What happened?”

“Allez, look.”

Finn turned his head to where Logan had gestured, eyes moving quickly for a second, before they widened, then narrowed. “Huh.”

Across the bar, Leo looked stunning. He’d bought some Brazilian products from the store the other day, and his sun-lightened curls were defined and soft, softer than Logan had ever felt them. The colored lights of the venue bounced off them like light and glowed against his tan- so tan- skin, making his blue eyes stand out, even in the darkness. Leo thrived in places like this, Logan had found out this trip. He’d been wanting to go to a queer venue for so long, but the hockey season made it difficult, and people were funny about that stuff when they recognized them. But here, nobody knew who they were, and Leo seemed to be taking full advantage of that and played the average tourist so well- except for the fact that he drew eyes everywhere they went because he was just so gorgeous. 

Now, he seemed to be stumbling his way through speaking Portuguese at the bar with a man just as tall as him, with smooth skin and glitter on his bare, strong chest that reflected off of him whenever a light flashed. He seemed kind- he wasn’t leering at Leo. But he definitely was taking the conversation to mean something more than it really did. After all, Leo had gone to get drinks for himself and his boyfriends. 

Logan turned back to Finn. “What do we do?”

Finn shook his head. “Let’s wait. He might come back once he orders the drinks.”

They watched for a minute more, and the bartender still hadn’t approached Leo, too busy with some folks on the other end. But the man seemed comfortable enough to make a move, because he put his hand on Leo’s arm. Leo looked down at it with a furrowed brow.

“Okay, that’s it,” Finn said. He grabbed Logan’s hand and tugged him over gently. When they got to the bar, he slipped an arm possessively around Leo’s waist. “Hi, sunshine.”

Leo turned to him, smile happy and a little tipsy. “Hi, sweetheart. Having fun?”

Finn didn’t respond, just tilted his head up to kiss Leo. Hard. 

Leo made a surprised noise, but moved a hand to cup Finn’s jaw. Finn took this as an excuse to deepen the kiss, letting go of Logan’s hand with a squeeze to press Leo up against the bar, his hands roaming all over Leo’s body. Logan watched them for a moment before realizing they still had company, then turned to face the guy. He didn’t even seem phased- mostly amused. “You’re together?” he asked Logan in heavily accented English.

“Ouais,” Logan said. “I mean, yes. We are.”

The man jerked his head. “You’re lucky. Very cute. He speaks good Portuguese.”

Logan nodded. “Merci.”

The man clapped him on the shoulder with a smile and walked away. Logan watched him for a moment, chewing his lip, before he felt someone bump into him. It had been Finn, he realized. Leo had straightened, body up and away from the bar, to take Finn’s head in both of his hands as they kissed aggressively. Finn let out a whine, a sound Logan didn’t hear frequently, and arched backwards at the leverage Leo had over him. Their heads bent together, mouths moving frantically, did funny things to Logan’s chest. Sometimes they looked so beautiful together he could barely breathe. He took advantage of their close proximity and pressed a hand to the dip in each of their waists. 

Leo held Finn still for a long, lingering moment before pulling away with a smirk. His eyes were wide and his pupils were dark as he took in Finn’s flushed face. He looked like some sort of tempting angel in this light. “Well,” he said. “Jealousy looks good on you.”

Finn licked his obviously-kissed lips. “I wasn’t jealous.”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “You weren’t?”

“No.”

Leo hummed. “Then you wouldn’t have minded,” he began, gripping Finn’s jaw with his hand and kissing his neck wetly, “if he touched me like this?”

Finn groaned. His ears were red. “Leo.”

Leo’s smile turned wicked. He squeezed Finn’s jaw playfully before turning to Logan. His eyes kept Logan in place. “And you’re going to tell me you weren’t jealous either?”

Logan shook his head. “I wasn’t.”

“Mm.” He nicked Logan’s chin with his finger, and Logan met his challenging gaze. Leo’s smirk widened. “You know I only have eyes for you both, honey.” He dipped down to brush his lips, just barely, against Logan’s. “Only you, baby.”

Logan closed his eyes and leaned in, expecting a kiss, but he was met with air. He opened his eyes, affronted, until he saw Leo had stepped back a few feet, looking them up and down while biting his lip, glowing in the dim light. Beside him, Finn sucked in a sharp breath. Logan’s heart dropped to his stomach. “Soleil, viens ici.”

Leo shook his head and looked between the two of them. He held out his hands. “Come. Come dance with me.”

And how could they do anything but follow?

***

Finn O’Hara was many things at once. A brother, a son, an athlete, a teacher, a husband- one of the loves of Leo’s life. But, almost more than anything, Finn O’Hara was, first and foremost, a chatterbox. 

Leo looked at his watch and sighed. It was already close to eleven at night, and he and Logan had a game the following day. But Logan seemed content against his side, and Finn was… well, Finn was being his normal Finn self, Leo supposed.

His red hair caught the light across the room as he chatted with the bartender. She was new, Leo thought. The Lions had been renting out the top room of this restaurant for as long as he could remember, and he had never seen her before. She was pretty, her black locks done in a braid down her back, and she was tall, almost as tall as Finn. In another life, Finn probably would have asked her for coffee. But he wasn’t in another life, and Leo liked to think that, even if they did live in an alternate universe, the three of them would be together, so he rendered that point mute in the back of his head. 

The bartender was wiping a glass dry with a towel, sending Finn flirtatious glances from the side of her eye everytime she said something back to him, but he seemed blissfully unaware. He was probably talking about the drink he ordered, as tended to happen. He was a lover of the finer things in life, and that included good whiskey. 

Leo felt an absentminded kiss being pressed to his shoulder. “Soleil.”

“Hm?” Leo said distractedly. He looked down to find Logan staring up at him, bags under his beautiful eyes. He had smiles lines at the corners of them. It made Leo smile, too, and press a lingering kiss to his forehead. “Tired, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded. He secured his arms tightly around Leo’s waist and pressed his nose into Leo’s neck. His eyes were closed. “Ouais. Where’s rouge?” 

Leo rubbed a hand up and down his ribs. “Over there chatting up the bar tender.”

Logan lifted his head to look over curiously. He watched for a moment, then a small grin broke over his face. He shook his head fondly. “Il est si mignon.”

Leo laughed, pressing his nose into the top of Logan’s hair. “He doesn’t even realize he’s such a flirt.” He kissed Logan’s cheek briefly. “Stay here, honey. I’ll go rescue our husband.”

Leo crossed the room quickly, giving small smiles and nods to his teammates, his coaches, the training staff. But his sights were set on the bar. Finn looked so good in his teacher slacks and button down, glasses perched on his nose and reflecting the light. Leo always knew the look would suit him. He had a whiskey glass in his hands that he kept fiddling with, his wedding band and Leo’s engagement ring flashing in the light. Logan’s engagement ring shone starkly against his freckled collarbone.

When Leo got to the bar, he pressed close to Finn’s body, settling a had low on his back. His skin was warm through the fabric of his thin shirt. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Finn immediately turned his head, smile as wide as it ever got when he look at Leo and Logan, and then turned his body to the side to look at Leo more squarely. “Hi, baby. Look here, try this bourbon, Macy here said it’s made at a distillery not too far. We’ll have to go visit.”

Leo flashed his eyes briefly to the bartender, Macy, who was definitely pretending not to listen, as he took a sip and let the alcohol settle over his tongue. Finn’s brown eyes were as warm as the drink as they watched Leo over the rim of the glass. He nodded and hummed. “It’s good.” At Finn’s answering grin, Leo leaned over and kissed him. It was maybe too deep for a public setting, but Leo didn’t really care.

When Finn pulled away, he did so with a little intake of breath. He looked happy, though, as he brushed Leo’s nose with his own. “What was that for, sunshine?”

“Just ‘cause I love you.” He looked over at Macy once more, then back to Finn. He leaned in to talk lowly in his ear. “And ‘cause you’re mine.”

Finn caught on immediately. He looked almost gleeful as he wrapped his arm tightly around Leo’s waist. “You know I only have eyes for you and baby.” He leaned in closer. “My sexy husbands.”

Leo hummed, kissing Finn languidly again, scrapping his teeth just barely along his bottom lip. “You also forget what flirting is,” he whispered. “The entire room wants you.”

Finn ran his tongue over his lip where Leo’s teeth had just bit. “Funny. I only care about two in this room wanting me.”

Leo smiled. “Good.” 

He kissed Finn once more, pressing their bodies together with his hands on Finn’s hips. Finn made a soft, wanting sound against his mouth before Leo pulled away. “Wait, one more.”

Leo kissed him once, twice, three times more, hard. They broke apart and Leo reached a hand up to cup Finn’s cheek. “Speaking of people wanting you...” At Finn’s raised eyebrows, Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “Hush, that’s not what I meant.” He tapped his thumb against Finn’s bottom lip. “The other husband who wants you is tired, and he wants to go to bed.”

That got Finn to soften. “Where is he?”

Leo took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Waiting for us. C’mon, let’s finish the whiskey and go home.”

Finn knocked back the rest of the bourbon with a flourish (and Leo certainly didn’t watch the line of his throat as he swallowed), then rested the glass down hard on the countertop. He smiled at Macy. “Thanks so much, that was delicious. You have a good night!”

She smiled back, although it was more reserved. “You folks, too. Drive safe.”

Finn waved his free hand at her, then went at Leo’s tug on his other one. “I’m coming sunshine. Gotta get grumpy home.”

Leo laughed and squeezed his fingers. “You know, you still got it after all these years, Heartthrob O’Hara.”

Finn pressed close behind Leo as they stopped to let a waiter with a tray pass. He ran a hand slowly down the curve of Leo’s hips to his butt and gave it a pat. “Good. Gotta keep you and Lolo falling in love with me.”

Leo bit his lip around a smile as they began to move again, side-by-side. “Oh, honey, we already are.”

“Lucky me, then. Got the two hottest guys on the planet as my husbands. Fucking score.”

Leo stopped abruptly and turned sideways to cup Finn’s face. Finn stumbled in surprise, but leaned into Leo’s soft hold. “I love you,” Leo whispered, and kissed him softly. 

Finn’s smile was everything. “I love you, too.”

Leo kissed him again, then turned to where he knew Logan would be waiting. He spotted him, all handsome in a maroon quarter-zip and khakis, brown waves falling gently over his head. His fingers were running absentmindedly over the rim of his almost-empty glass of rum and coke, green eyes surveying the room in that intense way they did. Leo stood for a moment, content to just take him in: the athletic line of his shoulders, his perpetually-tan skin, his sharp jawline- the way he smiled nervously as two definitely tispy girls came through the event room doors and approached him, stumbling in their heels.

Leo groaned. “Oh, for Pete’s sake.” He tugged Finn’s hand firmly, dragging him along even when he let out a noise of surprise. “I can’t take you two anywhere.”

Finn was laughing softly as they cleared the last few feet between them and their husband shortly. One of the girls jumped a little when she saw them, taking a step back. “Uh. Hi.”

Leo smiled exaggeratedly. “Hi there.” He gestured with his head. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m just here to take my husband home.”

The second girl, the one who was standing closer to Logan, blinked hard in surprise. “Husband?”

Leo nodded curtly, still smiling. “Yes.” He sidestepped her and put his hands on Logan’s hips. He let his face relax a little bit as he met soft green eyes. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Soleil.” Logan looked tired, but amused, as he cupped the back of Leo’s head and stood on his tiptoes. “Ça va?”

Leo just craned his neck down to kiss him firmly. He could hear the girls behind him now moving on to Finn (honestly, what was Leo going to do with him?), but he let them down quickly enough. “Oh, no. You both seem kind, but they’re both my husbands, that I’m very much in love with. You got a ride home?”

Leo didn’t really pay attention after that. He was too focused on the heat of Logan’s body pressed against him, on the way it felt when he scratched his blunt nails across his scalp. Logan made a soft sound into Leo’s mouth before pulling away. He laughed lightly. “Mon coeur, ça va?”

“You’re mine,” Leo whispered. He felt a little frantic, high on adrenaline, and took a deep breath. “You’re mine.”

“Ouais, all yours.” He turned to face Finn, who had come to press against their sides. “And yours.”

Finn waggled his eyebrows and kissed Logan briefly. “Oo, yay, lucky me.” He wrapped an arm around each of their waists. “I sent them off with one of the waiters to call a cab. Got too deep in the margaritas, it seems.” He pressed his lips to each of their cheeks. “Home?”

“Yeah,” Leo nodded. “Let’s go home.” He huffed. “Then I can have you all to myself. I mean, what’s with all these people?”

That made Logan smile widely, teeth and all. He swayed into Leo’s hold. “You know, soleil, I like you jealous.”

“Yeah, now I’ve got two guard dogs for husbands,” Finn contributed. “I’m a lucky, lucky man.”

Leo rolled his eyes and blushed. “You’re my husbands, and I didn’t like people all over you. I’m not a guard dog.”

Finn nuzzled his cheek. “Woof woof, baby. C’mon. I remember saying something about going to bed. Big time cuddles, let’s go.”

Finn led them out of the restaurant, whistling softly as they headed down the stairs. Logan was holding tight to Leo’s hand. When they got to the bottom few steps, Logan stopped him with a tug. He was two steps above Leo, and this way Leo had to look up at him. He looked almost like a prince from a movie, with the restaurant lights and chandelier in the background, his smile soft and loving. Leo’s heart stopped at the sight of him. “You know, soleil,” Logan whispered, “that you’re the only ones for me.” He leaned down to press their foreheads together. “Toute ma vie.”

Leo let his eyes fall closed. “Oui. Toute ma vie.” He kissed Logan softly, and it felt like gentle electricity. “I love you.”

“Je t’aime, mon coeur.” 

“Hey, gorgeous husbands! Let’s go, it’s cuddle time.”

Leo felt Logan smile as he pressed one more kiss to Leo’s mouth. “Ouais. Coming.” He pulled away and kissed Leo’s hand gently. “Allez, soleil. We’ve got a sexy redhead waiting for us.”

“Damn right,” Finn said. He was waiting for them, opening the door with a flourish and his signature grin. “After you, babes. But I gotta warn you, there’s an exit fee.”

Leo stepped into his space. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Why, a true love’s kiss of course, from a prince. Or two, I’m not fussy.”

Leo complied, kissing him happily. “I love you.”

“Love you.” He hummed when Logan kissed him, too, then followed them out into the parking lot. “All right, you’re allowed through. But there’s an entrance fee to our apartment, too. And to the bedroom. And the living room and the kitchen. Actually, anywhere you go there’s an entrance fee, I’ve decided. No breaking the law.”

Logan and Leo smiled at each other. Leo took Logan’s hand in his right, and Finn’s in his left. A deep warmth settled in his chest. “Wouldn’t dream of it, honey,” he said to Finn, kissing the side of his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

ooo these fics😩🫶🏼 can you do one with Harvard era finnlo? Angsty and also cutie, as all Harvard finnlo fics must be haha

Look, look, LOOK, I CAN'T just write pure angst, okay? So...... I didn't. However, there IS angst, I pinky swear.

Also, I am SO SORRY this prompt took me so long to answer! I've had a lot of asks recently, so I've been writing up a storm in the spare moments I can. I might post more frequently over the coming days just to clear out my inbox and so y'all don't have to wait too much longer. :)

Character credits to @lumosinlove

Logan woke up with a deep inhale, blinking hard in the early morning gray light. He looked around- the table in front of him had textbooks piled on it and scribbled notes. Shit, he thought. He’d fallen asleep.

Come to think of it, he realized, he had fallen asleep on something. He felt a soft sweatshirt under his cheek and a warm chest against his shoulder, a solid thigh touching his own. He breathed in through his nose and inhaled the familiar scent. Finn. 

Logan felt almost guilty, turning his head to try and look at him. Soft, freckled skin filled his vision. Finn had one freckle right on his lip, pale brown against rosy pink. His mouth was parted, breathing softly, and Logan, involuntarily, tilted into it. He wondered what would happen if he just-

The front door clicked open and closed. Logan paused abruptly, tilting his head and listening. He gently eased his head off of Finn’s shoulder, guiding Finn back to lean against the couch cushions, before standing up and rubbing his face. 

Percy came into the living room, Silver on his heels. He was giving her treats to keep her quiet. He stopped when he saw Logan. “Oh, you’re awake,” he whispered.

Logan nodded blearily. “Ouais. Ouais, I’m awake.”

“Fall asleep studying?”

“Ouais.”

“Must have been real tired. You didn’t move when I took Silver out. Got a picture, too.”

Alarm bells went of in Logan’s brain at the same time as warmth filled his chest. “What?”

But Percy was distracted heading to the kitchen to give an increasingly impatient Silver her breakfast. “Yeah, I’ll send it to you. Now where the fuck-” There was some opening of cabinets and then a sigh. “Shit, Silver, girl. Forgot to get your food. Guess you’ll be getting eggs and chicken for breakfast, huh?” 

Silver tippy-tapped happily at the word ‘chicken’. She wagged her tail when Logan came to scratch behind her ears. “Salut, petite.” Logan glanced once more towards the couch where he could see the top of Finn’s bright red hair. Not for the first time, he imagined what it’d be like to run his fingers through it to coax him into waking up. He bit his lip hard and turned towards the counter. “I’m going to make coffee. Want some?”

“Fucking please, this silly girl got me up at four thirty.” Percy knelt down to let Silver lick all over his face. “Yes you did, you silly, silly girl!”

Logan sneaked one more peak at the top of Finn’s head, then measured out the coffee grounds.

***

Logan blinked awake to a dark living room, save for the little sliver of moonlight shining through the open window. He and Finn must have fallen asleep and left it open. He took a deep breath in the cool evening air and shivered. 

Finn’s head was heavy against his shoulder, slumped awkwardly from his place beside him on the couch. Their evening had been filled with restless waiting for Leo to get back from his day out with Cole and Regulus. Finally, after a sternly loving text from Leo telling them to make themselves busy and stop sending what started out as dirty messages, but then turned into pleas for him to come home and snuggle, Logan and Finn had sat down determined to sufficiently distract themselves until the arrival of their sunshine. Finn had picked up his latest romance novel, letting out a gasp every now and then, while Logan had taken to drawing in one of the adult coloring books Leo had gotten him for Valentine’s Day. Based on said book still open in his lap, he’d been working on a geometrically-designed frog before he and Finn had fallen asleep. 

Logan shifted slightly to work out a kink in his neck. His movement made Finn’s head start to fall further, and Logan quickly wrapped his arms around his shoulders to hold him comfortably. His weight was dead in Logan’s arms, but warm, and Logan took a moment to appreciate his features: soft, wavy hair pushed back from his face; his beautiful jaw that Logan loved to trace with his thumb; that freckle on his lip that younger Logan, in a similar predicament, had at one point wanted to kiss so badly he thought he would go insane. He could do so now, and he leaned down to press his lips gently to that spot, light as a feather. Finn didn’t even stir. Logan loved the weight of him in his arms. 

Suddenly, the apartment door opened and closed quietly. Logan sighed softly as keys clinked in the bowl by the door. He turned his head to gaze at Leo, who was trying to sneakily take off his shoes and jacket. When Leo looked up at him, he smiled. Hi, he mouthed. Logan bit his lip and jerked his head.

Leo padded over, standing in front of them with his arms crossed against the chilly wind. He leaned down to kiss Logan quickly at first, before Logan cupped the back of his head and reeled him in for more. Leo smiled against his mouth. “Brr,” he whispered.

Logan laughed breathily. “Ouais.”

Leo pressed his lips quickly to Logan’s forehead before going to close the window. When he came back, he knelt against the plush carpet of their living room and moved the coloring book onto the coffee table. He took Logan’s hand. “Good day?” he whispered.

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Missed you.”

Leo’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m aware.”

Logan bit his lip around his flushing face. “Désolé.”

Leo just kissed the back of his fingers and used his other hand to push Finn’s hair back from his forehead. His eyes looked icy in the moonlight, but not cold. Never cold. “Harzy, sweetheart. Let’s get ready for bed, honey.”

Finn let out a soft noise before breathing deeply. Logan watched as his eyes blinked open slowly, like a deer, and as he smiled. “Le.”

Leo laughed. “Hi, baby.”

Finn let out another noise, extending an arm to pull Leo up and into him. He rested his face in the crook of Leo’s neck and pressed a kiss to the golden skin. “Missed you.”

Leo pressed his smile into Finn’s hair. “Missed you, too.” When they pulled away, he gave Finn a quick kiss before leaning back on his heels. “Did you eat dinner?”

Finn and Logan looked guiltily at each other before Finn buried his face to hide in Logan’s chest. “No,” he said, voice muffled by the fabric.

Logan pulled him tighter against him before reaching out with one hand to play with Leo’s curls. “We were waiting for you to get back.”

Leo looked unimpressed and amused. “For me to cook for you?”

“Non, because we missed you. We forgot to eat.” He pinched Leo’s cheek. “We can cook egg sandwiches, you taught us.”

Leo licked his lips and rolled his eyes fondly. “I did.” He stood. “But you haven’t eaten still, I’ll make you some sandwiches. Then we can go to bed.”

“Non,” Logan said. He grabbed onto Leo’s shirt and tugged. “Non, Le, sit, I’ll do it. Come be Fish’s pillow.”

“Yes, please come be Fish’s pillow.”

Leo considered this for a second. He sighed. “If you’re sure.”

“Of course, Le, you don’t have to feed us all the time. Sit, mon amour.”

“Le, come cuddle.”

Finn’s pout made Leo laugh. “Okay, okay, I’ll come cuddle.”

Logan kissed Finn’s cheek and stood, making room for Leo on the couch. He guided Leo by the hips to sit down, Finn immediately flopping onto Leo’s chest with a grunt. Leo smiled up at Logan as he ran a hair through Finn’s hair. “Thank you.”

“Ouais, mon coeur.” Logan kissed him. “Relax for me, d’accord? I’ll be back soon.”

Logan took a moment, to look at Finn and Leo, brown and blue eyes gazing up at him lovingly. A part of him that he knew would never be silenced tugged sharply at his chest. He’d almost not let himself have this, he thought, this beautiful, blissful life. He let out a soft noise and kissed each of their foreheads. “I love you.”

“Love you,” they repeated back to him soflty, Finn settling himself further against Leo’s chest. They each let out a sigh and closed their eyes.

Logan ran a palm against each of their cheeks briefly before standing and going to the kitchen. He heard Leo and Finn talking to each other softly behind him as he cracked eggs in a bowl and put some sourdough in the toaster. A laugh from Leo made him turn his head briefly. He saw the side profile of Leo’s smile, the shifting of Finn’s head that meant he was talking a mile a minute. Logan almost got choked up. He turned back to the butter that was heating up in the pan. Better focus and get the sandwiches made. The sooner they were done, the sooner he would be back in their arms. He smiled and poured the eggs in.

Can we see the cubs being adorable and clingy?(clingy in a good way!!) like after they come out just publicly hanging off of each other and being in their own little world🥹

That night at that one bar, Logan had spent nearly the whole time pressed into Leo’s side just… content. Just at ease. So at ease.- Vaincre Ch. 27, lumosinlove

I read this prompt and IMMEDIATELY thought of this moment in Vaincre. So have my vision of how Tweedle perceived it, along with some implied pining and some O'Hara wisdom.

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Luke tapped his fingers along the side of his beer glass. His short nails clinked against it lightly, a soft undertone to the loud music and chatter that surrounded him. He was sat in the middle of the room, a place that he didn’t really like to be normally, but there were no other spots available when he arrived. Next to him, Alex O’Hara and Percy Marshall were playing some sort of card game. Luke didn’t know what it was, but it seemed complex and had been going on when he had sat down. That was over an hour ago. 

He stretched his neck, closing his eyes briefly against the feeling. His eyes, when they opened, were staring at the section of the bar where there were high tops. Logan was sat on a stool with a rum and coke in front of him. He looked a bit sleepy and was leaning against someone- Leo, Luke realized.

He observed silently for a moment. Leo was laughing and talking to Will Morgan and his wife, Ray. He was standing, tall, even for a professional hockey player, and his laugh reverberated around the space. Logan pressed closer to him, ducking under Leo’s arm, his own coming to wrap around Leo’s waist. Leo looked down at him with a smile, kissed his forehead, then went back to talking with Will and Ray. Logan didn’t move his gaze from Leo for a second, though, just rested his chin on Leo’s chest to look up at him. Leo gave no obvious indication that he realized Logan was gazing at him, but he did bring his hand up to run a thumb over Logan’s jaw.

Suddenly, as if from thin air, Finn appeared by their sides. He clapped Will’s hand, kissed Ray’s cheek, then went over to his boyfriends. His cheeks and ears were flushed, obviously a bit tipsy, as he bent to kiss Logan’s cheek repeatedly. Logan laughed, scrunching his nose, but he was obviously pleased. Leo looked happy, too, and soft, until Finn leaned over Logan’s head to press those same kisses to his face. Then, he opened up, almost like a flower, curls bouncing with his laughter. Luke got why they called him the sun. 

Logan, in between the two of them, just looked happy, content. He had an arm resting on each of their ribs. When Finn pulled away, he started talking to rapidly, a hand on each of them, mindlessly touching. They didn’t seem aware, nor to care, that Will and Ray were still there. They had watched amusedly, but now were talking to Saint, who was at the high top next to them. Luke’s breath caught. 

“Ugh, they’re so gross,” Alex scoffed from beside Luke, breaking him from his reverie. “It’s like they don’t even realize it.”

Luke just turned to him, eyebrows raised. “I think Finn’s just a little tipsy, too.”

Percy laughed. “Yeah, he kind of goes crazy when that happens.” The cards in his hands slapped against one another as he shuffled them. “It’s nice, though. It was tough, watching him and Logan in college, sometimes. But they figured their shit out- and Leo is good at keeping them honest, too. He’s good for the both of them.”

Alex nodded solemnly. “Yeah, they really needed him. Need him.” He looked contemplatively at his younger brother. “He makes it all easier, I think.”

Luke furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

Alex shrugged. “He’s part of them allowing themselves to love each other. By loving him, they are okay loving one another, too.” He looked serious. “And I think- well, Leo makes them being public easier, too. From what Finn’s told me, he was always sure of who he was, what they were, even if they, especially Logan, were nervous. Or afraid.”

Luke nodded, biting his lip as he turned back to look across the bar. Leo was now talking to the both of them. He looked like he was telling a story, the light reflecting off his blonde curls as they bobbed with his head. Logan had his head leaning against Leo’s bicep, tucked in close and safe. Finn, seemingly without knowing once again, had Leo’s hand in his own, pressing soft kisses to the back of it and up his forearm. Leo didn’t even look phased. He smiled at Finn, and nicked his cheekbone with his pointer finger, but didn’t stop telling his story. Finn was nodding rapidly along. He replied to something Leo had said, and it must have been snarky, because Logan turned with a wide grin to contribute. In sync, they both looked at Leo. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes fondly at them. 

“Luke?” 

Luke jerked, turning to Alex, who was looking at him strangely. “Yeah?”

Alex ran his tongue over his lips. It was brief, but Luke saw his eyes flash over to where they both knew Saint still was. “You okay?”

Luke swallowed. “Mhm.”

Alex looked him up and down. When his eyes met Luke’s, they were the most serious Luke had ever seen them. “Sometimes you can’t make it easier. Here, out in the world. But you can choose to try.”

Luke just stared at him. His body felt hot, and his chest felt a tug, as if a string was pulling on it. Probably pulling it right across the bar to the other high top table. 

“Uh, Hazard? Tweedle? The fuck is going on?”

The look in Alex’s eyes vanished as quickly as it had come, and he turned that signature O’Hara grin on Percy. “Nothing, Perseus.” He nudged Luke with his elbow. “Just letting Luke here know that it will hurt for you both to lose, but that you can try not to, anyways.”

Percy narrowed his eyes at Alex’s smile, but sighed. “Fine. Fine, that’s not it, but I’ll let it slide.” He flipped his hat backwards. “Game fucking on.”

Alex turned to look at Luke. His smile was still playful, but his eyes were back to serious. “You dealing in, Tweeds?”

Luke took a deep breath. He glanced to Saint, then to Logan, head against Leo’s shoulder and fingers laced with Finn’s, then to Alex and Percy . “Yeah,” he said softly. “I’m dealing in.”

Hi! I just read your last prompt (Leo feeling insecure about his age) and I really liked the idea of him having friends from college (like Amanda). Would love to read more about him and that friend group if you ever feel the inspiration strike!

This was so much fun to write! A little goofy, a little silly, very innocent college fun! There is alcohol consumption, but it is safe, and everyone is mindful.

Character credits to @lumosinlove !! <3

“No, no, Regulus, it’s gonna-”

Regulus let out a loud laugh as the coke ran over the red plastic cup and onto his hand. “Oh no!”

Leo giggled, shaking his head fondly. “You’re so fucking drunk.”

“Sh, don’t tell my brother. He’s so grumpy.”

“He’s not grumpy.”

“Is to!”

“He’s not even here, he’s in Gryff. And what are we, five?”

“Ouais, Leo, allez, I need help!”

Leo sighed, setting his own solo cup down on the sand to take the bottle of coke from Regulus and twist the top closed. He then took the rum and coke and held it gently to Regulus’ mouth. “Just a little sip off the top, okay? So it doesn’t spill.”

With comically wide eyes and flushed red cheeks, Regulus gingerly drank, confidently taking the cup from Leo when the liquid sank down further and further away from the rim. “Merci.”

Leo patted his back softly. “Any time.” He looked around the beach. “Where are the others?”

Regulus shrugged. “I don’t know. Swimming, I guess?”

Leo sat up suddenly. “Are they drunk?”

“Non, non,” Regulus said, waving his hand. “I am. They aren’t. They only had a drink each, I made sure of it.”

Leo narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure?”

Regulus’ eyeroll could only be called impressive. “Ouais. I made sure, then I drank enough for each of them.”

That made Leo snort. “You sure fucking did.”

Regulus made a noise, then took another sip of his drink. When he pulled his hand back, he looked contemplative. He smiled at Leo softly. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Leo raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Well, I kind of have to be. It’s my boyfriend’s Hamptons house.”

“Non, non, not that,” Regulus said. “Mais, ouais, that, but also…” He glanced up at the stars, bright in the cool May air. His eyes lit up and he pointed. “Allez, look,” he said with a wide smile. “The Leo constellation.”

Leo turned his gaze upwards. He grinned at the cluster of stars. He could imagine the mane, the tail, the claws. “Would you look at that.”

A head thumped on his shoulder. “I’m just really glad we’re friends, Le.”

Leo rested his head against Regulus’. “Me, too.”

“Thanks for being my first friend when I first got to Gryff. My first real friend.”

“Thanks for being mine.”

Regulus sat up and scoffed at him. “I was not.”

Leo shrugged. “You kind of were.”

“Finn and Logan were your first friends.”

“They’re my boyfriends, they don’t count.”

“Let me tell them that, see what they think.”

Leo laughed. “I just mean… I don’t know, they were my first friends, yeah. But then they were- are- my boyfriends, and the loves of my life. And the rest of the team were also my friends in the beginning, but…”

Regulus nudged him with a kind elbow. “But what?”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek. “You were my first- normal friend, I guess.”

“Oh, so I’m just ‘normal’, am I?”

Leo wrapped an arm around him and jostled him. “I never said you were boring, shut up. You were just my first friend outside of hockey. Like, did you play it? Yes. Does your brother? Yes. But you don’t play it anymore, and you live this-” He raised his fingers in air quotes. “‘-normal’ life. You go to college and stuff.” 

“‘College and stuff’, the fuck does that mean?”

“It means exactly what I said it means, you weirdo,” Leo retorted, scuffing Regulus in the back of the head. “I’m trying to tell you I appreciate you.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Regulus clumsily patted Leo’s back in consolation. “But I get it.”

“I know you do.” Leo looked back up at the constellation for a moment and sighed. “Thank you. For introducing me to your NYU friends.”

There was a pause. Regulus leaned his head back on Leo’s shoulder. “They’re yours, now, too, Le.”

As if on cue, a body crashed into them from behind, an arm thrown around each of their shoulders. “You’ll never guess what just happened to me!” Amanda whispered excitedly in their ears. 

Leo leaned back slightly and turned to face her. “Oh? What happened?”

She came around in front of them and flopped dramatically on the blanket. “She smiled at me!”

Regulus’ eyes rolled so far back Leo swore he saw his own skull. “Seriously? This again? You’re absolutely pathetic, you know that?”

Amanda pushed herself up onto her elbows and pointed her finger at him with a scowl. “And you are homophobic.”

Regulus looked unimpressed. “That is not true. You are the one who’s been pining after a girl for two years, and we’ve finally become friends with her and you still do nothing!”

John appeared from behind them and sat down beside Amanda. “It’s true. Aadhya is just being friendly and you are the one that’s blushing and stammering. Pull yourself together, man.”

“But she’s gorgeous!”

John just bonked his head on his own knees with a groan.

Leo smiled, shifting to sit up slightly and looking down at Amanda’s still blissed-out face. “Have you tried just telling her you like her?”

Amanda looked at him with wide eyes. “That’s so scary, absolutely not.” She crossed her arms petulantly. “I can sit in my own sapphic misery, thanks.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “No you’re not.” 

“I so am.” She looked out to where Aadhya was still talking with Harper and their other friend Ezekiel by the shore. “I just don’t want to be rejected, you know? My last relationship didn’t end so well.”

Leo smiled sadly. “I know a thing or two about that.” When her eyes darted to him, he bit his lip and continued. “But you can’t let that stop you from looking for love again. Even if it’s scary.”

“Yeah, says the guy with two boyfriends.” She winced at her accidentally bitter tone. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.”

“It’s alright.” Leo thought for a second, then a mischievous grin took over his face. He looked to Regulus. “You know…”

Regulus sat up straight, looking cautiously back at him. “What? Knut, what is going on in your head?”

Leo waggled his eyebrows at him, then turned back to Amanda and John. “Finn’s house has a lot of bedrooms. The boys and I are in his old one, but there’s his parent’s bedroom, Alex’s room, and a guest room.”

John looked to their friends still by the ocean, then back at him, a wicked smile on his face. “Are you saying…?”

“Oh, I’m definitely saying that.”

Amanda pushed herself into a sitting position. She looked determined. “I am not just going to have sex with her.”

Leo shook his head. “I’m not saying that.” He patted her knee. “I’m actually advocating that that not be the goal, however fine it would be if it happened.” At her playful glare, he laughed and continued. “I’m just saying it’d be a private place for you two to talk! You guys can have a room, Harper and Regulus can have one, and John and Ezekiel.”

Regulus nodded along. “Yeah, and if it goes to shit, you can just come to ours.”

Amanda considered this for a minute. Her brow was furrowed in anxiety, but she was resolute when she met Leo’s eyes. “Okay. Okay, yeah, let’s do that. I’ll talk to her.”

“Oh, thank God!” John said. “Fucking finally, I don’t know how much more I could’ve taken.”

Amanda smacked him on the arm. “Shut up.” She turned back to Leo with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Leo.”

Leo smiled widely. “Anytime.” He reached behind him for the rum bottle and a stack of cups. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I need to let loose, and we don’t have to drive tonight because my boyfriend’s house is right there. So I’m having a fucking drink. Who wants one?”

***

“Leo, I have to pee, I have to pee!”

“Me, too! I’ve gotta shower, my boyfriends won’t let me sleep in the bed if I don’t!”

“Then let me go first!”

“Sh, okay, fine, hurry up, hurry up.”

Leo bounced on his toes anxiously outside the bathroom while he waited for Regulus to empty his bladder. He could hear John and Ezekiel talking lowly with Harper in one of the other bedrooms. Amanda and Aadhya’s room was fairly quiet, but they had gone in ages ago and nobody had come out yet. Leo took that as a good sign.

The door to the bathroom clicked open and Regulus slipped out, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. “M’kay, ‘oo goh’uh go.”

Leo furrowed his eyebrows. “Don’t you have to spit?”

“Ou’ ‘uh ‘indow.”

Leo just stared for a moment. “I- okay, wow, okay. Sure, spit it out the window, that’s fine.”

Regulus just leaned in and hugged him. He smelled like mint and sweat. “‘Uv ‘oo. G’ight.”

Leo smiled. “Love you, too. See you in the morning.”

Regulus squeezed him one more time before staggering tiredly towards his bedroom. Leo shook his head fondly as he entered the bathroom. He caught himself humming and smiled at his reflection. He looked happy, young, tipsy- free, he realized. Leo liked that look on himself. 

His vision was a little fuzzy in the shower, and he maybe dropped the soap too many times and almost choked on his toothbrush, but he managed to stumble his way out clean and (hopefully) smelling better than he had fifteen minutes ago. When he opened the door to Finn’s bedroom, he found both of his boyfriends snuggled up shirtless under the covers, each of them dead asleep. He tiptoed his way through pulling his boxers on before standing to take a look at them with his head tilted. Logan’s head was tucked under Finn’s chin like it normally was. His hair was a bit of a mess, but it looked adorable on him. Finn always looked so good when he slept, all sharp features and freckles shining in the moonlight. Leo giggled to himself. Two. He had two boyfriends.

His laughter must have woken them up, because their bodies started stirring. Finn lifted his head up and stared for a second before he broke out into a smile. “Hi, baby,” he whispered. His voice was rough and low with sleep. “Have fun?”

Leo felt giddy. “I have friends.”

“Oh? Good, baby, I want you to have friends.”

Leo nodded eagerly as he knelt on the end of the bed. “Uh huh.” He shimmied a little to sit back on his heels, gazing at them excitedly. “And I have boyfriends.”

That made Logan laugh, low and happy in the dark room. “Ouais, you do.” He didn’t bring his head up, but he reached around to pat the empty mattress behind him. “Ici, soleil.”

Finn opened his arm. “C’mere, baby.”

Leo complied, snuggling against Logan’s back and leaning into the hand Finn settled in the dip of his waist. He sighed into Logan’s hair. It was so warm here. “It’s so warm here.”

“Good.” Finn’s hand came up briefly to scratch through his hair. “Everyone in the house okay?”

Leo nodded. “Ouais.” He smiled and buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “Amanda and Aadhya are in a room together. Doing lesbian things.”

Finn snorted. “Lesbian things?”

“Well, hopefully doing lesbian things. That’s the goal. That they do lesbian things.”

Finn and Logan’s giggled were muffled into the pillows. Logan tangled their ankles together. “And did you help them do those lesbian things?”

“What? Ew, no.” Leo wrinkled his nose. “I don’t like lesbian things, but they do. Well, Amanda’s bi, so she likes both lesbian and not-lesbian things I guess, but that’s just technicalities.” He settled further against the mattress. “The point is, I just provided them the place to do those lesbian things, if they so choose. Which, again I hope they do. They’re just talking first, though.” 

Finn ran a hand up and down his ribs. “Well, I’m glad that they’re hopefully doing lesbian things.” He pinched Leo’s hip. “You’re chatty when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. I’m tipsy.”

“Sorry, my bad. You’re chatty when you’re tipsy.”

“I’m just excited. I’ve got friends. And boyfriends.” He wrapped his arms tighter around Logan’s waist and kissed his upper back. “Have I mentioned how excited I am to have boyfriends?”

“Ouais, once or twice.” Leo could imagine Logan’s smile. “We’re excited to have boyfriends, too.”

“Mm, good.” Leo nuzzled into Logan’s neck. “One day I want us to be not-boyfriends, though.”

Finn made a confused noise. “Huh? Sunshine, that’s not an option.”

“Uh, yeah, it is.” Leo propped himself up on one elbow to stare down at them. They looked confused, and slightly panicked, so he smiled. “I want us to be not-boyfriends. Husbands, silly.”

Logan’s expression morphed into one of pure joy. “Ouais,” he whispered, his smile all teeth. “Ouais, husbands sounds good.”

Finn winced. “Yeah, but let’s not call it ‘not-boyfriends’, okay? That’ll just confuse me. Emotionally.”

Leo cocked his head. “But then we wouldn’t be boyfriends. We’d be husbands, Fish.” He reached out to squish Finn’s cheeks. “Fishy fishy Fish. Huh, you’re not actually that squishable.”

Logan rolled onto his back and pressed his palms to the side of Leo’s round face, applying pressure. “But you are.” He drew Leo down to look him in the eyes. “And when I make you my husbands, you’ll still be my boyfriends.”

“Yeah, sunshine,” Finn agreed. “It’s a three-for-one deal sort of situation. When we get married, we are boyfriends, fiancés, and husbands all in one. Times three, for each of us.” He looked to Logan. “Yeah, so really, nine-in-one.”

Logan nodded in agreement. “Ouais, that’s right.” He looked back to Leo. “C’est bon?”

Leo smiled. “Oui.” He leaned down to kiss each of them, a little sloppy in his tipsy state, but they melted back into the pillows for it nonetheless. “I love you.”

“We love you so much, Le, baby.” Finn scooched back and rested a palm on the space in between himself and Logan. “Come lay down, sweetheart, it’s bed time.”

Leo made a happy sound and flopped in between them, a little heavily, if their grunts and laughs when he hit the mattress were anything to go by. “I’ve got two boyfriends,” he sighed contentedly.

Logan ran blunt nails up and down his back. “Ouais.” He kissed Leo’s curls at the same time Finn kissed Leo’s forehead. “Now, go to sleep, mon coeur. We’ll order breakfast in the morning.”

“Yay,” Leo whispered, halfway asleep. “Love you.”

“Love you,” Finn replied softly. “Love you, love you, love you.”

can you write something about the cubs seeing each others childhood rooms/homes for the first time?

we kind of got a little with Leo’s home in NOLA and that moment of Logan thinking about walking through the house and “looking for signs of him” was just so freaking precious I NEED MORE

I just imagine in my mind leo had an attic room that was floor to ceiling wall to wall book shelves and Finn just being OBSESSED and them seeing old pictures of each other ugh it would just be so adorable

:)

TW: MCD spoilers in Little Women!

Credits to @lumosinlove

This was all he needed, Logan thought as he watched Leo and Finn unload Leo's Jeep. He roved his eyes over Leo's forearms, starkly tan against the white cooler, even in the porch light. Finn whispered something to him and kissed his cheeks, taking the cooler from him with a smile. Leo looked pleased and content. Something settled in his shoulders, being in NOLA, Logan could tell. He wanted to feel the relaxed muscles and put a hand on Leo's lower back. 

Leo turned to look down at him. “Hi, sweetheart.” He kissed Logan softly on the forehead. “You okay?”

Logan nodded, tucking his nose into Leo's shoulder. “Ouais. Merci, for today.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed. “Thanks for the boat ride.”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “Just the boat ride?”

Logan felt warm as Finn's cheeks and ears flushed around his freckled grin. “And other things.”

Leo leaned over to kiss his forehead, too. “You're welcome, sweetheart.” He patted Logan's waist. “Bed time, c'mon. I'll clean the cooler while you get in the shower.”

Finn and Logan tried to insist on helping, but Leo waved them off and distractedly put ice packs back in the freezer. They each took one last look at his long, lean legs before quietly creeping up the stairs.

Leo's bedroom was set at the end of the hall, right beside another door. Logan and Finn glanced at it curiously before opening the door to Leo's room. Logan felt something nestle deep in his chest.

The room even smelled like Leo. It was warm and inviting, and meticulously organized, as all his things were. His bed was neatly made, pillows fluffed against the headboard with a stuffed duck resting on them, and there were three books stacked on the night stand beside it. His dresser held other little signs of him: his cologne, his Honors Society cord, some birthday cards, a couple photos. Most of them looked old. There was one of Leo and his parents on the boat when he was little, another of him and his cousins on Leo's draft day. But then there was a photo without a frame, leaning against a tournament trophy. Logan peered closer and smiled softly. “Rouge, ici.”

“Mm?” Finn asked. He looked up from where he was getting their toiletry bags and pajamas. “What is it, baby?”

“Allez, look.”

Finn walked over and rested his chin on Logan's shoulder, arms tight around his waist. Logan leaned back into his body. He felt as Finn smiled against his neck with an amused sound. “He’s just such a sweetheart, isn't he?”

“Ouais,” Logan sighed happily.

He reached to touch the edges of the photo. It was of the three of them at Dumo's cup party just a few weeks previous. Finn was in the middle, a hand tight around each of their waists and a big smile on his face. Logan was leaning against him, expression soft and tired, and maybe a bit tipsy. He and Leo had their arms crossed over Finn's abdomen, Logan's strong hand rubbing Leo's forearm. On Finn's other side, Leo had his head tilted with a wide, happy grin, his blue eyes twinkling and his cheeks a gorgeous shade of blushing red. Logan ran his thumb over it. For such a new photo, the edges were frayed. 

“I forgot we took that,” Finn commented. He kissed Logan’s skin. “I wonder when he printed it.”

As if on cue, they heard Leo's footsteps approaching. The door opened slowly, and Finn and Logan both turned to look. When Leo saw them, he smiled widely. “Hi.” He saw where they were facing and glanced between them and the photo. His cheeks flushed. “Oh. You found it.”

Finn reached a hand out to draw Leo to them. Logan pressed his nose into Leo's chest before looking up at him. “When did you print it?”

Leo's face got even redder. “The day I arrived here in New Orleans.”

Finn bit his lip in amusement and nudged Leo's jaw with his nose. “But the edges are frayed.”

“I just missed you,” Leo whispered, obviously slightly sheepish. “I hold it when I go to bed.”

Logan shifted him and Finn so he was facing Leo directly. He reached up to tangle his hand in Leo's hair, drawing him down for a kiss. “Je t'adore.”

“You're so good, baby,” Finn said. He pressed a hand to Leo's cheek. “What did we do to deserve you?”

Leo just shrugged and kissed his palm. “Good things.”

Finn smiled and brought his hand down to caress Leo's ribs. They stood there in silence for a minute before Finn let out a noise. “Hey, what's the other door out there?”

Leo's grin was all teeth. “Oh! C'mon, I'll show you.” Then he was out the door.

Finn and Logan looked at one another curiously before following. Leo put a finger to his lips then crept up a winding stairwell of the now-open secret door. They ascended slowly, careful to limit the creaking. When they reached the top, Leo flicked on a light. Finn let out a gasp and a laugh. “Oh my God!”

Leo turned to them and smiled proudly. Lined along the walls of the small attic were a couple of bookshelves overflowing with novels. Beside them was a rocking chair and a small ottoman, Winnie the Pooh pillows resting on top of each of them.

Finn took a step forward and touched along the spine of a hardback. He smiled softly. “Peanut, this is amazing.”

Leo looked proud and pleased as he stepped behind Finn to cup his hips. “It's my reading nook.”

Logan walked up to the other bookshelf. There were children's books on the top shelf, but the rest of them were chapter books, a few with French titles. “How long have you had this, mon soleil?”

Leo reached out to wrap and arm around Logan's waist and pull him in. “Since I was about seven. We don't have a lot of extra stuff, and we have the cellar, so Dad and I found some disassembled bookshelves and the rocking chair at yard sales, then fixed them up here. Also got a used AC unit and repaired it, too. That's how I learned to use a drill.”

Finn looked over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. “You can use a drill?”

Leo looked smug. “Sure can.”

“Hot.” Finn went back to flicking through the book he was holding. “I can't believe we've never heard of this place before.”

Leo blushed a little. “I wanted to wait until you came home with me for the first time. To surprise you with it.”

Finn turned in Leo's arms, book clutched to his chest, and kissed him. “Best surprise ever.”

Leo smiled into Finn's next kiss. “I'm glad you like it.” He kissed Finn once more, than Logan's forehead. “C'mon, choose a book. We can read it before bed.”

Finn considered a few before picking up a well-worn paperback with a nod. He looked up at them softly. The warm light made his eyes look almost golden. “Okay. Let's go shower and go to bed.”

Leo nudged him down the steps before turning to Logan. He, too, looked golden in the light. “You coming, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.” He stepped into Leo's space and leaned up for a kiss. “Je t'aime.”

Leo touched their foreheads together. “I love you. Thanks for letting me take you home.”

“Toujours,” Logan whispered. “Always.”

Then he laced their fingers together and followed Leo down the stairs. 

***

Finn took a deep breath as he glanced up the stairway towards where he knew Logan's bedroom was. The Tremblay family was still wrapped up in welcoming Logan home and welcoming Leo for the first time. Iva had Leo wrapped in a hug, speaking fast French to him and making him laugh. It relieved Finn a bit to see him smiling. This house held a lot of good memories for Finn, but also a lot of strained ones: longing looks at Logan's back in the mornings, yearning desire whenever Logan took off his shirt to help his parents in the garden. He hoped that it would only hold good memories for Leo, touched by nothing bad save for the initial anxiety of entering into a world he hadn't been a part of previously. 

Finn took another breath and settled a hand on Leo's back, who was picking up his duffel bag.

Leo turned to him and stepped closer. His eyes were soft, maybe a little relieved, as they met Finn's own. “You alright, honey?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Just love you.”

Leo smiled. “I love you, too.” He glanced up the stairwell briefly, then behind him. Marius and Iva had disappeared into the kitchen, and now it was just Logan and his sisters chatting away in rapid French. Leo leaned in closer. His beautiful blue eyes pinned Finn where he was. “It's okay to be nervous, sweetheart. You both hurt for a long time.”

Finn sighed and closed his eyes. Leo always saw right through him. “I know. I know.” He leaned into the hand Leo settled on his waist and opened his eyes with a soft smile. “But it's okay now. Because he loves me. And I love him.” He swayed into Leo's warm body. “And we both love you, how special is that?”

Leo grinned. “Pretty special.” He nodded towards the stairs. “Let's go put our stuff down. Then Lo said he wanted to take us for a drive.” 

Finn nodded and picked up his and Logan's bags before leading Leo up the stairs. Leo pressed a hand to his lower back as they made their way to the end of the hall where Logan's bedroom was. “I love you,” he whispered into Finn's ear.

Finn turned to blindly kiss his shoulder before slowly opening the door. 

He didn't know what he expected, coming back into Logan's childhood room- most of his stuff was in Gryffindor anyways. But there were still little signs of him. A poster of Lightning McQueen that Finn had chirped him for so hard still hung on the wall; his sisters had given it to him for his sixteenth birthday after they spent the whole day having a Pixar Movie marathon during Christmas break. There was a singular book on his bedside table- the original version of Little Women. Finn had helped him read it his freshman year. Logan had tried to hide it, but he'd cried when Beth had died. Propped up on the pillows, probably done by Iva, was a stuffed moose. Finn forgot the name. He hadn't seen it since college.

He heard Leo laugh quietly from near the dresser. “Look at you both.”

Finn turned abruptly, heart beating a little faster in his chest. Leo was holding a picture frame delicately in his fingers. Finn rested his chin on Leo's shoulder to get a closer look. His breath caught. “Oh.”

It must have been taken Finn's senior year. In the photo, he and Logan were sat on OKN’s old couch, a pile of books and papers on the coffee table in front of them. They each had their Harvard Hockey sweatshirts on, Logan with his hood pulled up over his hair. It was long and slightly curly in the picture. His head was resting against Finn’s shoulder, Finn's temple pressed to his. Finn didn't even know a photo had been taken. All he remembered was one moment they were pulling an all -nighter, and the next he'd woken up slumped awkwardly with an aching neck, Logan awake and making coffee in the kitchen. He hadn't realized Logan had slept beside him. He'd assumed Logan had left him to sleep alone.

As if summoned, there was a rap of knuckles on the door. “Salut.”

Both Leo and Finn turned. Leo was smiling at Logan. Finn didn't know what he looked like, but it must have caused concern, because both his boys immediately furrowed their eyebrows. 

“Rouge,” Logan said, stepping forward to cup Finn's face in his hands. “What's wrong?”

Finn blinked. “I didn't know we slept together.”

Logan's smile was confused. “Quoi?” Leo nudged him and gestured to the photo. Logan blushed, then looked sheepishly back at Finn. “Oh. Percy took that.”

Finn shook his head. “I don't remember that.”

Logan laughed nervously. “You were really asleep.” He took a deep breath, then moved his hands to cup Finn’s neck. He pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling away. His green eyes were soft and loving.

“I kept that on my bedside table all of senior year,” he said. He shrugged. “I missed you, mon coeur.”

Finn breathed in through his nose and pressed their foreheads together. He closed his eyes. “I missed you, too.” He kissed Logan briefly. “But now you're right in front of me.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. “Ici, rouge.”

Finn wrapped his arms around Logan's waist and squeezed, holding him there for a moment. When he pulled away, he found Leo leaning against Logan's bedside table, still looking at the photo. He was biting his lip and stroking his thumb over the edge of the frame. Finn looked at Logan and they both smiled. Finn turned. “Hey sunshine?”

Leo’s eyes were surprised. “Hm?”

“You wanna sleep together?”

They all burst out laughing, their bodies shaking. Leo clutched the photo to his chest and stepped into their space. His blue eyes were happy and twinkly, and Finn and Logan were so, so in love with him. 

“Yeah,” he said softly, lovingly. “You know what, I just might.”

***

“Boys, I'd like everything out of there by five! We've got reservations at the nice new French place at six thirty!”

Leo watched as Alex and Finn simultaneously rolled their eyes at their mother's voice in the exact same way. Leo knew they grumbled at being compared to one another, but they were so similar it was almost scary. 

“And don't roll your eyes at me!”

They both flushed red. Finn glanced towards where his mother's voice had come from in the kitchen, where she was making tea. “How did she-?”

“No fucking clue,” Alex said. He sighed. “Okay, let's do this.” He turned to Kasey and Natalie with a pout. “Help?”

Natalie bounced on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Nope!” she said, heading into the kitchen. “This is man labor. Your mom and I are trying out some new tea from the tea box I got her for her birthday.” 

Alex groaned. “Really?” He turned his head towards the kitchen doorway. “Mom! Is it true your stealing my girlfriend?”

“Oh, yes! Natalie, dear, come here, I've started with the white and peach tea!”

Natalie winked. “Coming!” she called, then was sliding away towards the kitchen.

Alex watched her for a moment then sighed, shoulders sagging. “Damn. Mom’s just robbing us.”

Finn poked him in the side. “Nuh uh, she's not robbing me.”

Alex stuck his tongue out just as Haley’s voice sounded once again through the doorway. “Logan, honey, you come here, too! I found a mint one I think you'll like!”

Finn’s eyes bulged. “How does she even know that?”

Logan just smirked. “That's my cue.” He kissed Finn's cheek, then stood on his toes to press his warm lips to Leo's. “Have fun.” Then he, too, slunk out of the living room.

Finn looked dejectedly at Leo. “You won't leave me, will you?”

Leo glanced at him, then at Alex, who had a similar expression directed at Kasey, and rolled his eyes fondly. “C'mon, O'Hara boys. Time to clean your rooms.”

Alex wrinkled his nose as Kasey brought him under his arm. “You're not my mom.”

Leo snorted. “Don't I know it.”

Alex looked like he was about to protest, but Kasey tugged his hand. “Let's go, Al. We've gotta take care of that mess.”

Alex scowled as Kasey dragged him down the hallway. “It is not!”

Leo watched them go amusedly, then turned back to look at Finn. He looked a little tired from the drive up that morning, the skin under his eyes more purple than normal. Leo rubbed his thumbs over it and kissed his nose. “C'mon, sweetheart. We've gotta move the rest of your stuff out. I'll help.”

Finn nodded and leaned into Leo's hands briefly. “Okay. Okay, let's go.”

Leo didn't really know why Alex and Finn still had lots of stuff left in their childhood brownstone home, especially considering they spent lots of time in the city and had plenty of opportunities to grab stuff- and the fact that they were both in their twenties and had moved out a long time ago. But Haley had declared enough was enough, and here they were, ready to tackle a host of childhood memories and to decide whether to keep or donate them.

Finn led the way down the hallway, past where they could hear Alex and Kasey laughing in Alex's own room, to a brown door. Leo had never been inside the O'Hara's home before, nevermind Finn's room. There wasn't really a need to come when Alex had his apartment and Logan had his. Most of the time, they went out to dinner because there were so many of them, or Leo cooked a nice meal at Logan's place. He wanted to look for all the little signs of Finn, just like he had in Logan's room. 

Finn opened the door carefully and whistled. “Damn, it's been a while.” He stepped aside and swept his arm. “After you, sunshine.”

Leo pressed a hand to his waist in thanks and stepped through the doorway.

It definitely was Finn's room. Not messy, but a little disorganized: trinkets on the dresser, a Rangers poster on the wall, a Harvard flag, a stuffed bulldog with a hockey jersey on the bed, books piled high on every available surface- even a stack on the floor. Leo was surprised Haley hadn't moved them. 

What really caught his eye, however, were the photos on his dresser. 

Most of them looked like they were from college. There was Alex and Finn on Finn’s draft day; Percy and Finn obviously drunk off their asses and hanging off of one another with streamers in their hair; Finn and Will standing together on the ice in their jerseys and smiling, Will with a C on his shoulder and Finn with an A. Leo smiled- he liked putting the pieces of Finn and Logan together, separately and individually. They'd spent so long intertwined, and that's what most of the Harvard stories they told him were about, but it warmed him to think they still had their own friends, their own people, their own experiences. Leo loved them both endlessly in all their multifacetedness. 

The photo on the far right made him stop. It was of Finn and Logan in a backyard somewhere. String lights shone behind them. Finn had his arm tightly over Logan's shoulders, Logan's head resting in the crook of his elbow. They were both smiling widely, obviously a little tipsy. Their jaws were a little less defined, their shoulders less broad, their legs slimmer. They looked so young. 

Two hands came to rest on Leo's hips. “That was the first fall we met,” Finn whispered into Leo’s shoulder. “Even then I was already falling in love with him.”

Leo swallowed around a lump in his throat. It hurt him, to think of them hurting. It hurt, selfishly, to think about the fact he didn't know them then; if they would have even been friends, much less lovers.

Finn seemed to sense the tension lingering in his body, because he wrapped Leo up tighter and pressed their bodies close together. Leo could feel the warmth and solid muscle of Finn, even through their sweatshirts. 

“I love you,” Finn said. “We love you. You make everything worth it, sunshine, because we got you.”

“I know,” Leo replied softly, leaning back against Finn's chest. “Sometimes I just- I imagine I was there. In school, making friends, studying, laying on the grass. Playing hockey, going to parties, laughing. Being young in that way.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “I always imagine it as being fall.”

Finn smiled against Leo's neck. “Fall in New England is pretty.”

Leo tilted his head sideways to rest against Finn's. “Can we go someday? During the fall?”

Finn nodded eagerly and kissed his jaw softly. “Whatever you want, baby. I'll take you everywhere.”

Leo let out a happy sound and turned his head to kiss Finn on the lips. Finn’s mouth was gentle and loving, pinning Leo in place in the way only he and Logan could do. Leo had never been kissed with such care and focus until he'd kissed them.

“Oh.” A voice interrupted them. They smiled against one another's mouths and then turned to look at Logan in the doorway. He looked them up and down carefully before nodding to the tray in his hands. “Haley made you tea.”

Finn squeezed Leo's waist one more time before walking to take the tray from Logan with a kiss. “Thanks, baby.” He set the tray on the bed and picked up a red mug with a fish on it. “What'd she make?”

“Lady Grey for you,” Logan said. He picked up a mug with flowers and walked over to Leo. “And a green and raspberry tea for you, Le.” He stopped when he saw where Leo was looking at. When he saw the photo, he smiled. “Oh.” He turned to look at Finn. “That was a long time ago, non?”

Finn nodded around his sip. “Your freshman year.”

Logan hummed, then leaned into Leo's chest. “Allez,” he said, tilting the mug towards Leo's lips. “Ça va, mon soleil?”

Leo nodded, reaching up to wrap his fingers gently around Logan's wrists. “It's good.” He kissed Logan's forehead and moved one arm down to wrap around his waist. “Thank you.”

“Hey,” Finn said suddenly. “Look here.”

They both turned to find Finn standing there with his phone. The warmth of the mug pressed into Leo's chest where Logan was holding it between them. He pressed his fingers into Logan's lower back to bring him closer and smiled. He felt Logan’s forehead rest against his collarbone. He could imagine his smile: sheepish and content, his green eyes peering out at the camera. 

Finn stayed there for a moment, then brought his phone down. He looked out over his classes at the screen and smiled. “Perfect,” he said. His eyes moved to look at them. His teeth were white against his freckled skin. “I'm printing this when we get home. Gonna blow it up and frame it in the living room for everyone to see.”

Leo laughed. “No you're not.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Watch me.” He walked up to them and wrapped an arm around each of their waists. He kissed their cheeks softly. “I love you.”

“Love you,” Logan sighed. He nuzzled into Leo's sweatshirt neck, then tilted his head up. Leo brushed his thick hair back off his forehead so he could gaze at his eyes. Logan grinned softly and leaned up for a kiss. “Allez,” he said against Leo's mouth. “Let's clean.”

since you loved the first hogwarts au prompt, can i ask for more???? take your time ofc !!🤍

This is a little drabble I've had sitting in my drafts for a while now! It's in the same realm as the last Hogwarts one I did. If it's not what you're looking for, or if you have a different/more specific vision for a prompt, please please please write me another ask! I want to do your ideas justice. :)

Enjoy some long-distance Cubs in the mountains of beautiful Eryri!

TW: alluded to nefarious activities, but nothing explicit!

All credits to @lumosinlove :)

P.S.: I am making assumptions on the kinds of spells and magic stuff they have. It's been AGES since I read HP, because She Who Must Not Be Named is a TERF and we #donotlikeher, so I just took some liberty on the few times magic is explicitly referenced.

Logan took a satisfied breath in, feeling as his bare chest brushed Finn’s above him. The light shining through their bedroom window was as warm as the afterglow. He sighed, nudging his nose into Finn’s hair to breath in his scent. He smelled like a mix of himself, sweat- and Leo’s cologne, Logan realized. He must have sprayed some on himself before his apprenticeship that morning.

“Fuck,” Finn said with a laugh. He let go of Logan's wrists and wrapped him up. “Fuck, how is it always so good?”

Logan brought their mouths together sloppily again with a hum. “Je t'aime.”

Finn kissed him harder, turning them on their sides and relaxing into the mattress. They made out lazily, just feeling each other's skin, until Finn pulled back to press a kiss to his temple. 

“I love you.” He tucked his face into Logan’s neck. “Cleaning charm or shower?”

Logan snorted. “Leo would want us to shower.”

Finn smiled into his skin. “Mm, yeah. He looks so good in the shower.”

“Ouais, so tall. Like a god.”

“Ugh, he's so sexy.” Finn rolled over to squish Logan into the mattress. “You're both so sexy. What am I supposed to do?”

Logan laughed. “You poor thing,” he mocked in Finn’s accent.

Finn huffed, giving Logan one more hard kiss before standing. He held out his hand. “Shower? Then we call Leo.”

Logan took it and followed Finn to the bathroom. Their Muggle flat in Derby was a bit old, and the pipes didn't always heat the water up fully, but Logan loved it more than he could say. Today, luckily, the water was nice and warm, and Logan reveled in getting to run his hand through Finn's thick, shampooed waves. He had been growing it out since October, and Leo and Logan couldn't get enough of it. Logan had watched as Leo stepped off the Hogwarts Express at Christmas with wide eyes, hands immediately carding through Finn's hair.

What's this, O'Hara?

Finn had smirked. What, you don't like it?

Leo had tugged at the strands, forcing Finn to look up and make a noise that was not appropriate for a train station. What do you think? Then he'd kissed Finn, then Logan, so hard that it made them dizzy. 

Safe to say, sitting through dinner with Leo's parents that evening had been a monumental task.

“What’re you thinking about, baby?”

Logan shook out of his reverie. “You. Your hair. Leo.” Logan sighed, closing his eyes and imagining blond curls. “His hair.”

“He does have nice hair.”

“So do you.”

“So do you.” Finn threaded his fingers to scratch at Logan's scalp. “All dark and thick.” He kissed Logan's forehead. “It's getting curlier, now that it's longer.”

Logan hummed, leaning into Finn's body. “Wonder what Leo's hair looks like.”

Finn snorted. “You know what it looks like. We called him the other day.”

Logan grunted. “It's different in person.”

Finn sighed. “I know, baby. I know.” He leaned back. “Let’s finish here, then call him, yeah? He's probably almost done with his homework for the evening.”

Logan washed Finn's body reverently, taking time to massage his shoulders and upper back where he got sore. He was rewarded with soft kisses to his forehead, his collarbone, his cheek. Logan missed being at Hogwarts, missed being with his friends every day, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't also love this domestic bliss he lived in now. He loved not having to sneak into Finn or Leo's bed, he loved being able to bathe together like this. Most of all, he loved coming home to a place that was theirs, that they made together, that encompassed the bed, and the bathing, and everything else. He saw himself in the Quidditch magazines lying around the house, Finn in the books piled everywhere- even Leo, though he didn’t live there yet, with the perfectly knitted blanket from his farm in Wales that had a permanent residence on the couch. 

Logan sighed, staring at that blanket while Finn made them both dinner (egg sandwiches, the way Leo taught them), sat at a stool by the counter with his evening tea. He stretched his legs, sore from practice, and turned to Finn. “Fish?”

Finn hummed, handing him a plate with his sandwich. “Yeah?”

“I miss him.”

Finn looked up at that, sandwich halfway to his mouth. “Le?”

“Ouais.” Logan sighed again, picking up his own sandwich. “It just doesn't feel like home.”

Finn furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

Logan shrugged as he swallowed. “Je ne sais pas. It just- it is ours, and I love living here with you, and it is home. Home is with you.” Logan pursed his lips. “But it's also with Leo.”

Finn nodded in understanding. “I know. I know, baby, it doesn't- it's like it's home, but not a complete one.”

“Exactly,” Logan said. “It's not complete without both of you.”

Finn finished off his dinner, then came to wrap Logan in a hug. “Only a few more days until he comes home for Easter, then he graduates in May. Then he's all ours forever, okay, baby?”

“Mais, he is all ours. You're mine, too.”

Finn smiled into his hair. “Yes, we are all yours, you greedy thing.” He kissed Logan's head. “C'mon. I need a dose of sunshine.”

Leo picked up his two-way mirror on the first vibration they sent through. He looked tired, a little stressed, but his smile was wide when he saw them. “Hi, fy nghariadau. You okay?”

“Hi, love,” Finn said. He touched his thumb to the edge of the mirror. “We're alright. Just wanted to see your pretty face once more before you come home.” 

Leo scrunched his nose at them. “You're sweet.”

“Non, you are.” Logan groaned, flopping onto Finn's chest. “Soleil, ici. Come back.”

That made Leo blush, his crystal blue eyes standing out against his red cheeks. “I'm trying, honey,” he said. “I've got to do one last thing for Potions, and- 

“I hope this is an actual assignment and not some extra experiment that's going to get you blown up,” Finn interrupted with a raised eyebrow. “Because I prefer your whole body, not pieces of it.”

If possible, Leo turned even redder. “It is assigned, I'll have you know.”

“Get it done faster,” Logan said. “I miss you.”

“We.”

“Ouais, that's what I meant.”

Finn rolled his eyes fondly, but turned back to the mirror. “We are suffering from a sunshine deficiency.”

Leo, who was now distracted by something, presumably a book, just quirked an eyebrow. “A vitamin D deficiency? But it's spring now, go outside.”

Logan scoffed. “Non, soleil. Toi.”

Finn put a hand over Logan's head. “You, sunshine. We have a you deficiency.”

“Soleil, come back,” Logan whined again, frustrated. He patted the couch cushions hard. “Allez.”

Leo sighed, looking up from his book. He looked mildly irritated at having been interrupted, but he softened immediately upon seeing their faces. He spoke to Logan. “Oh, cariad, don’t look at me with those eyes.”

Finn laughed. He tapped Logan on the hip a few times. “Don't make him feel guilty for studying.”

“But it keeps him away from us.”

Leo scoffed and waved a piece of parchment at them. “Not everyone can just get by on muscles and Quidditch skills for their career, Lo.” 

“Ouais, you could.”

“Yeah, Le, I already told you. Best Keeper Ravenclaw has seen.”

Leo pointed his finger at him. “And I told you that you're biased.” He straightened his posture. “Now, I've got to write six more inches of this Arithmancy essay. I love you, I love your voices, now be my soundtrack so I can concentrate.” He turned his devastating eyes at them. Logan felt his heart kick. “Tell me about your day.”

***

Beddgelert, March 2016

Leo sighed, savoring the last bite of his mother's lamb cawl, heating him up from the inside as the last dregs of the Eryri winter faded away. They didn't have anymore snow, but the chill was still there. His Raynaud's flared up frequently in the drafty halls of Hogwarts. He was grateful to be in his kitchen at home; it was warm from the oven and his mother's cooking. 

“Diolch, mam,” he said, turning to look at his mother. It felt like a relief to speak his native language. “It was really good.”

She kissed his forehead and poured herself some more wine. She gave him a wink. “Of course, honey. I'll have to make it again when those boys of yours arrive.”

His father laughed. “Might need to make a double batch. Logan always eats us out of house and home.”

Leo smiled. “Don't tell him that, he'll get embarrassed.” He rested his chin on his hand. “Are you sure you're okay with them staying here for a few days? I know it'll be a lot, what with the family Easter party on Sunday.”

Eloise shook her head. “They’re welcome, as long as they help.” She came over to give him a hug and pressed a kiss to his curls. “Besides, I missed my boy. And I did have you first.”

Leo laughed, giving her a kiss on the cheek before beginning to clear the table. He had missed her and his dad, too, and the mountains and the farm. He had missed the way his parents spoke Welsh, the lilt of their vowels and their familiar accents. They hadn’t forced him to come home; he had actually suggested it. He wanted to spend a few days in Beddgelert before going to Finn and Logan’s (and his, he guessed) apartment in Derby. They were due to arrive the following evening after Logan’s practice and Finn’s last day of his apprenticeship before his own Easter break. They were excited to come celebrate with Leo’s extended family- Finn said he had bought a special ‘Easter shirt’ at the charity shop the other day.

I want to look proper spiffy for your family, sunshine, he had said. Gotta make a good first impression.

Leo smiled to himself at the memory, handing the last plate to be dried to his dad. Together, they wiped down the counters and stove. Leo couldn't wait for the kitchen to be filled with the smell of bara brith and Welsh cakes and more lamb and roasted vegetables over the next few days. He loved the Hogwarts meals, but he did miss being able to cook his own food. He perused the cabinets, looking for a packet of digestives, his favorite biscuits, when there was a whooshing sound of someone coming through the fireplace.

“Mam!” he called. “Did you invite Effie over?”

Effie Potter and Eloise had become fast friends when they had been invited to the Potter’s annual New Years Eve party. James and Monty had helped them set up the Floo in the Knut's fireplace, and Effie and Eloise now often had a post-dinner tea (or drink, depending on the mood). There was another whooshing sound, and Leo furrowed his brow. 

“Hello?” he said, creeping slowly into the living room. The sight in front of him stopped him in his tracks. He let out a joyful laugh.

“Salut.”

“Hi, sunshine.”

Leo leaned against the doorway, smiling. “Hi.”

Logan, who was bouncing on his toes, couldn't seem to hold back anymore. He dropped his bag and ran forward right into Leo's arms. Leo wrapped him up close, slouching down to tuck his face into Logan's hair. “Hi, cariad. Hi.”

He opened an arm for Finn to tuck in against them. Finn reached a palm to cup Leo's cheek and kiss him. “Surprise, baby.”

Leo grinned against Finn's mouth. “The best surprise.” He pulled back, tightening his arm around Finn's waist. “I thought you wouldn't be here until tomorrow.”

“Logan’s last practice was actually today, as well as my last day before break.” Finn winced. “Sorry we lied.”

Leo kissed his temple. “You get away with it this time.” He tilted his head to look down at Logan. “How's my needy snugglebug?”

Logan rested his chin on Leo's collarbone and glared up. “Non, I'm not.”

Leo grinned. “You mean you don't want kisses?”

Logan grunted. “That's not what I said. Allez.” 

He dragged Leo down to meet his mouth, and Leo let himself sink into Logan's warm body. He lingered until he physically needed to breath, breaking away with a slight gasp. Logan placed sloppy kisses under his jaw before tucking his face back into Leo's neck with a happy sigh.

Finn looked at him, amused. “Not needy, my arse.”

Logan just grunted in reply, but he didn’t deny it.

“There they are!” Eloise came striding in with Wyatt in tow. “It worked!”

“What?” Leo asked as she pulled both Finn and Logan into hugs. 

“The surprise,” Wyatt said matter-of-factly. He shook both Finn and Logan's hands. “How are we, boys, you alright?”

Finn wrapped an arm around Logan's shoulders. “Yeah, we're good. Excited to be here.”

Eloise clapped her hands excitedly. “Okay, bed's upstairs, all made up. You hungry? I've got some leftover lamb cawl.”

Logan shook his head. “Non, merci, we ate. For lunch tomorrow?”

Eloise nodded excitedly. “With some fresh bread from the bakery down the street.” She shooed them away with wink. “Off you pop, I'm sure you've got lots of catching up to do.”

Leo blushed. “Mam.” He let Logan, then Finn up the stairs, following with a hand resting on Finn's lower back. “Nos da.”

“Sleep tight, loves!”

Their footsteps sounded all the way down the hallway to Leo's room. Upon closing the door, Logan pulled Leo in and wrapped his arms around Leo's neck. He was grinning eagerly. “Will there be much sleeping?”

Leo smiled, ducking down to wrap Logan fully in his arms. Logan played with his scalp, and Leo relaxed into it, letting out a yawn.

Finn laughed at him over Logan's shoulder, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I think there might be. You look tired, baby.”

Leo straightened. “No, I'm okay. I'm totally fine, we can-”

Logan pressed three fingers to his mouth. “Non. You were stressed with work and traveled all day on the train. You're tired, mon soleil.” He pressed his thumbs to Leo's cheeks, just below his lashes. “I can see it in your eyes.”

Leo sighed, tipping forward to press their foreheads together. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. “I'm exhausted. Tomorrow, I promise.”

Finn came up to press along Logan's back, a hand on Leo's ribs. “Sex isn't an obligation, love. It's a nice bonus, but only if you want it.”

Leo considered that for a moment. “I do want it. I want you.” He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. “But right now I want to shower and I want you to hold me.”

Finn brushed a few curls away from his face. “Can do, sunshine. We already showered, so you go ahead. We'll warm the bed up for you.”

Leo nodded, kissing each of their cheeks before pulling a pair of boxers and a towel from his closet, leaving them to get ready for bed. 

The shower was warm against his skin. His hair felt greasy under his fingers, so he decided to wash it. He was just putting in some conditioner when there was a knock at the door.

“Le?” came Finn's voice. “Can we come in and brush our teeth and wash our faces?”

Leo smiled. He'd gotten them into Muggle skincare since they'd started dating, particularly Logan, to their collective surprise. He really loved a good moisturizer.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I'm almost done.”

He heard the popping of toothpaste caps and the cleanser bottle that Logan liked as he washed his body and rinsed out the conditioner. When he stepped out and grabbed a towel, he came face to face with Logan, who looked up at him through his lashes. Leo smiled. “What?”

Logan just kissed his chest. “Si beau.” He held up a few containers. “I bought you the face creams that you like.”

Leo just leaned down and kissed him. 

After drying off and settling his boyfriends into bed, Leo went about applying lotion to his arms and legs. His skin got dry and cracked when it was cold, and he could already feel the chilly night air working its way into his bones.

“Allez,” Logan said. “Leo.”

“Just a moment, cariad. I've got to do my other leg.”

Logan huffed and slumped down against his pillow, arms crossed in frustration. Finn caught Leo's eye and winked. “Getting all nice and moisturized for us, baby?”

Leo rolled his eyes, but went to kneel on the end of the bed. “You wish. My skin gets dry when I'm cold.”

Finn patted the space next to him. “C'mere.”

Leo obliged, crawling up the mattress to lay in between them. Logan immediately settled himself on Leo's chest, his nose taking up its permanent resident just underneath Leo's chin. Finn wrapped an arm around Leo's torso and threw his leg over both of them.

“It feels good,” Finn said. “To be in bed all together again.” He nuzzled Leo's shoulder. “Love the weight of you.”

“I don’t sleep well,” Leo whispered. “Not without you.”

Logan made a discontent noise. “I don't like that.”

“I know,” Leo said, rubbing a hand up and down Logan's back. “But do you know what I do when I can't sleep?”

“What?” Finn asked, intrigued.

Leo turned his head to nudge their noses together. “I read the letters you send me, and I look at the pictures.” He kissed Finn lightly, then the top of Logan's head. “We have mirror calls almost four times a week, and yet you two still send me letters every couple of days.”

“We want you to know what's going through our heads,” Logan mumbled.

Leo pulled him tighter to his chest. “I love it more than anything.”

Finn scoffed, pinching his hip. “You don't love it more than us.”

Leo laughed. “That's true.” He closed his eyes. “I love you more than anything that ever has and ever will be.” He yawned, settling into the weight of their bodies and the heat their skin. “Nos da.”

“Good night, loves.”

“Bonne nuit. Je t’aime.”

absolutely LIVE for Leo using southern style pet names like: darlin, sugar, honey etc and finn and Logan absolutely loving it

GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH HER COMPUTEEEEERRRRR!!!! This means I can write faster, which is SUCH a relief. I've already banged out a couple of prompts today, and am so excited every time I get new ones!

Have some FinnLo being jealous of fur babies, and Leo being the sweetest sunshine that ever shone. :)

Credits to @lumosinlove :)))))

It all started with a dog and a cat getting more affection than him.

Well, that wasn’t necessarily true. But Logan liked to pretend it was so he could justify the way he narrowed his eyes at the two animals when they were the subject of Leo's affections.

They were in Nice for a few weeks by themselves before guests were supposed to start arriving for their wedding. It hadn't been difficult to pick the location, and they had more than enough money to pay for their non-professional athlete friends and family members to come, but the process was long and stressful and Logan, quite frankly, had had enough by the time the hockey season had ended. A few weeks with just his soon-to-be husbands sounded just perfect to him- sand, sun, and the beautiful French sea.

And it was perfect- until Leo's affections had been diverted elsewhere.

The nice ladies down at the tailors where they bought their sweaters had over the years grown quite fond of Leo. Logan could relate, obviously- it was hard not to love the epitome of sunshine in human form. Leo brought them coffee and pastries a few times a week from the place they all liked and always bought sweaters and shirts to bring back as gifts for birthdays and holidays, which Eloise absolutely loved. But more than the ladies adoring him, the store's beagle, Antoinette, and calico cat, Xavier, had really, truly fallen in love with him. They always rushed to him, sat in his lap, licked at his hands gently. So when Madame Colette had asked if Leo wanted to pet sit while she and her husband were on vacation for a little while, Leo had of course enthusiastically obliged.

Logan never thought he'd be so jealous of four-legged animals. 

“Hi, darlin’, hi!” Leo cooed as Antoinette rushed to greet him at the door. “Sweet girl, how are you?”

She barked happily and hopped on her toes until Leo knelt down to scratch her ears. She tilted her head into his hand, tail happily wagging and making soft, appreciative noises through her nose. Logan scowled- he was the one that normally received head scratches.

There was a meow from the other side of the kitchen, and Logan almost scoffed. Xavier sauntered around to nudge at Leo's other hand until he scratched his head, too. Logan's fingers gripped tightly around his mug of coffee.

“Hi, sugar, how are you? Were you sleeping? You're so pretty, look at you.”

Antoinette barked again, Xavier meowed, and Logan huffed.

At the noise, Leo looked up and smiled. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He held up a bag. “I've got some nice bread and pastries to go with the eggs this morning.”

Logan just petulantly took a sip of coffee.

Leo’s eyebrows furrowed. “What's wrong?” When he saw Logan's eyes dart to the animals still at his feet, he let out a laugh. “Logan, you can't be jealous of a dog and a cat.”

Logan blushed. “I'm not.”

“You are.” Leo scratched each animal one more time before standing and walking around to the other side of the counter. He pressed against Logan's back, large hands cupping his hips, and began to kiss his neck. “I agreed to marry you, remember?”

Despite himself, Logan smiled and leaned into Leo's mouth. “Ouais.”

“I'm going to be your husband, yeah, baby?”

Logan felt his heart kick like it did every time Leo used a pet name. They sounded so good in his accent: the way the ‘o’ in ‘honey’ had an exaggerated ‘u’ sound; the way Logan saw a NOLA sunset every time Leo said ‘sweetheart’; the drawn out ‘a’ sound in ‘baby’, like how all people from New Orleans said it. Logan wanted more and more of those words from Leo's mouth only.

He turned to cup Leo's jaw and kiss him. “Je t'aime.”

Leo smiled against his lips. “I love you.”

Logan kissed him quietly again, content with Leo's warm hands on his hips and his soft hair slipping through his fingers. They maybe got a little too into it, because there was a protesting meow from close by, and they knocked their noses together as they pulled apart.

“Sorry,” Leo whispered, kissing Logan's nose and mouth quickly. They both turned to find Xavier examining them expectantly. Leo smiled. “Don't you worry, darlin’, I didn't forget about you. I bought you your food.” He picked Xavier and the shopping bag up and walked towards the living room where the food bowls were, Antoinette following close at his heels. “C'mere, sweethearts, let's get you some breakfast.”

Logan scowled again as his eyes followed Antoinette’s wagging tail and clacking feet. Another warm presence came up behind him and a kiss was pressed to his shoulder. “What are you so grumpy for?”

Logan turned to face Finn. Their noses were brushing. “Leo loves the cat and dog more than us.”

Finn just stared at him for a second before breaking out into a grin. “No he doesn't.”

“This week he does.”

“No he doesn't,” Finn repeated. He wrapped his arms more firmly around Logan's waist. “He just loves animals. Like our own Disney princess, Snow White or Cinderella or something. Rapunzel, maybe, they've both got good hair.”

Logan leaned back against Finn's chest. “He calls them ‘darling’ and ‘sugar’.”

Finn's eyes were confused. “So? He calls us all sorts of things.” His eyes went soft. “I love the way he says ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart’. And ‘honey’. A tall glass of Southern lovin’.”

Logan elbowed Finn lightly. “He calls them those names, too.”

Finn blinked. “Huh.” He looked to the archway that led to the living room. They could hear Leo talking softly to Xavier, trying to get him to eat. “Well, that's- I mean…”

“It's not fair.”

“Well, I wouldn't go that far, but-”

They were interrupted by Leo walking back through to the kitchen. Somehow, Antoinette had ended up in his arms. She looked content, head on his shoulder and eyes closed, like a sleeping baby. Logan could feel Finn freeze behind him. 

When Leo saw them both, he smiled. “Hi.” He patted Antoinette's back. “We're gonna sit in the sun for a few minutes, then I'll get started on breakfast.” He leaned across the counter to kiss them each briefly, then sat in the breakfast nook that always caught the morning sun. It lit his hair up in gold and reflected in his bright blue eyes as he settled Antoinette in his lap. She looked up at him with wide eyes, tail wagging as he kissed her forehead. “There you go, darlin’. Lay down, sweetheart, we'll rest for a few minutes.”

Finn let out a breath in Logan's ear as Leo continued to coo at the dog. “You're right,” he whispered. “That's so not fair.”

Logan nodded and kissed his cheek, and they watched as Leo stroked Antoinette’s back gently and closed his eyes against the sun. 

***

The week continued as such. They awoke, and the dog was scratching at the door to be let in and snuggle into Leo's chest, the cat not far behind. Logan narrowed his eyes as his coveted pillow spot was taken. They didn't know enough to appreciate the firmness of Leo’s chest underneath their bodies. 

Finn had taken to running with Antoinette in the mornings, which made them both tired and happy- Leo and Logan had found them both asleep on their backs and starfished on the bed on multiple occasions in the hot summer afternoons. And, despite stealing their fiancé, both Finn and Logan had to admit that Antoinette was cute, Xavier, too. The cat especially liked when Logan sat at the counter with him to watch Leo cook, scratching behind his ears. It was worth it for the fond smiles Leo sent them both.

The pet names, however, were still an issue. 

“Hi, sugar, hi,” Leo said to a jumpy Antoinette. “I know, baby, I know, I'll get your leash.” 

Finn and Logan, who were cuddling on the couch, peeked around the archway to watch as Leo got Antoinette's bright blue leash and clipped it to her collar. 

“I'm taking the dog out!” Leo called as he opened the door. He blew them a kiss with a smile. “Be back in a bit.”

When the door clicked shut, Finn let out a groan and flopped his head onto Finn's chest. “Fuck,” he said. “Fuck, she's stealing our fiancé from us. They both are.”

Logan kissed his head. “He calls them more pet names than us.”

“I know.” Finn let out another groan into Logan's sweatshirt. “And the worst part is, I can't even be mad because he's so gorgeous and sexy, and the names he does call us sound so gorgeous and sexy, and every time he says them my body just melts. Ugh.”

Logan smiled into Finn's hair. “Oui, he's so gorgeous and sexy.”

“Right?” Finn shifted to turn onto his back, drawing Logan's hands to rest on his stomach and playing with his fingers. “Do you think, if we asked, he'd call us those things, too?”

Logan considered this for a moment. “Ouais, I think so. But I think it'd be- mais, allez, not weird, but…”

Finn nodded. “We've been together for so long that it'd be odd to add new names to call each other.”

“Yeah,” Logan sighed. “Are we being crazy?”

Finn hummed. “A little bit, I think, yeah.” 

“I just,” Logan started, then sighed. “Je ne sais pas, I'm not… jealous. I just really like the way he says things.”

“Yeah.” Finn twiddled Logan’s fingers. “We're really lucky. He's so good.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. He pressed his nose into Finn's hair and closed his eyes. “You're so good.”

Finn laughed. “And you're sweet.” 

There was a meow from beside them and they both looked to find Xavier looking up at them with demanding eyes.

Finn scoffed. “Oh, don't even get me started on you.” After another meow, Finn rolled his eyes and sat up a bit, reaching for the cat. “All right, all right, c'mere.” He rubbed a hand down Xavier's soft back as he settled down on Finn's stomach. Finn sighed. “Maybe they aren't so bad, after all.”

“Non, they aren't,” Logan agreed, reaching around to caress Xavier's ears. “They're not so bad.”

When Leo came in and found them both snuggling the cat, Antoinette quick to hop on the couch with them, he smiled so wide that it heated Logan from his head to his toes.

***

Logan awoke the next morning to find the bed empty and delicious smells wafting in from the kitchen. Logan could hear soft music, too, as he went to the bathroom. He stretched as he brushed his teeth. Finn was probably out for a run, he supposed, but he'd still go to the gym with Logan and Leo in the afternoon. 

Logan splashed cool water on his face before going back to the bedroom and reaching for one of Leo's sweatshirts. The house was cold with the air conditioning unit his mother had had installed a few years ago. He yawned as he entered the kitchen to find Leo in boxers and a T-shirt. His back was lean through the fabric, and Logan pressed against him to kiss along his shoulder. 

“Morning, sweetheart.”

Logan hummed. “Bon matin. What are you making?”

Leo reached behind to pat his butt lovingly. “Those baked eggs you both like. Just put them in the oven.”

“Merci.” He nudged Leo's hips until he turned around, smiling softly. Logan leaned up to kiss him. “You left me in bed.”

Leo stroked a hand down his cheek with an amused expression. “I'm sorry, honey.” He pressed a lingering kiss to Logan's forehead. “Better?”

Logan nodded and smiled. He wrapped his arms around Leo's neck and fell against him slightly. “Ouais, merci.”

They smiled at each other for a moment before something caught Leo's eye over Logan's shoulder. His eyes brightened. “Oh, hi, sweetheart.”

Logan turned in Leo's arms to find that Xavier had climbed up onto the counter. He felt the coldness on his hips acutely when Leo let go of him to reach around and pick up the cat, who immediately curled into Leo's chest. Logan glared at him.

“Hi, darlin’,” Leo said soothingly. He scratched under Xavier’s chin to make him purr. “Hi, baby, you're so precious.” When he looked up and saw Logan's expression he let out a sigh. He set Xavier down and nudged him towards the living room, then stood and cupped Logan's face. “Okay, what's wrong?”

Logan felt his face heat. He darted his eyes around the room. “Nothing.”

But Leo was already shaking his head. “No. No, something is wrong. You and Finn have been all weird this week.” He ran a hand through Logan's hair. “Tell me, Lo. Please?”

Logan let out a breath through his nose. He forced himself to look into Leo's concerned eyes. “D'accord. It's just… you…”

Leo's eyes were questioning. “I…?”

Logan rolled his eyes at himself. “You call them names.”

“Who?” Leo looked thoroughly confused. 

“Antoinette. And Xavier.”

Leo's confused expression turned into an amused smile. “Are you actually jealous of a cat and a dog?”

Logan bit his lip. “Non, you just call them things. Nice things. Things you don't call us.”

Leo stepped closer into his space. “But I call you nice things, too.” A kiss to his forehead. “Like honey.” A kiss to his cheek. “And sweetheart.” A smile pressed to his mouth. “And baby.” At Logan's shiver, Leo nudged their noses together. “Yeah, you like that one.”

Logan couldn't take it anymore. He captured Leo's lips with his own, allowing himself to be kissed deeply for a moment. Leo’s thumbs were soft on his cheeks, and he smelled like home, and was so warm against Logan's body. Logan got a little lost in the moment, and was surprised when Leo pulled back to look at him. 

“Seriously,” Leo said. “I can stop calling them names, if you want. Whatever makes you happy, Lo.”

But Logan shook his head. “Non, non, it's not that.” He carded his hand through Leo's curls. “Finn and I- we like the names you call them.”

Leo's smile was amused. “You want me to call you ‘darlin’ and ‘sugar'?”

Logan suddenly felt embarrassed. “Ugh,” he groaned, smushing his face into Leo's chest. “Désolé, soleil. I'm sorry.”

“No, Lo, don't be sorry,” Leo laughed, running a hand up and down Logan's back. “I just thought they were too cheesy when we started dating.”

Logan pulled back to look at him. “What?”

Leo shrugged. “I thought they were too stereotypically southern, I guess, I don't know.” He leaned in mischievously. “And you don't exactly call someone ‘sugar’ in bed. Sweetheart, on the other hand…”

Logan kissed his smile. “Non, ‘sugar’ doesn't sound so good in bed. But out of bed…?”

Leo's eyes were sparkling. “Why would we ever leave bed?”

Logan scoffed. “I'd prefer we didn't. Why are we in the kitchen? We're all alone.”

Leo tucked his face down into Logan's neck with a light laugh. “I'll call you and Fish whatever you both want, okay, baby?” He paused. “Darlin’.”

Logan just hummed happily, squeezing Leo's back harder. They held each other, swaying for a moment to Leo's playlist. Logan almost fell asleep, but then the song changed, and the familiar guitar plucking and soothing voice of John Denver reverberated around the room.

“Hey,” Logan whispered, pressing a kiss to Leo's cheek as he pulled back. “This is our wedding song.”

Leo's smile was soft. “It is.” He reached for Logan’s right hand, running his palm down the length of his arm to lace their fingers together. He settled his hand more firmly into the dip of Logan's lower back. “You wanna practice, sweetheart?”

Logan squeezed his hand. “Ouais.”

It started out practiced, swaying and stepping in time in the kitchen. Leo's hand was good in guiding Logan around. He only let go for a brief moment to put the song on repeat. Eventually, they stopped trying to dance so formally and Logan drew Leo closer to press their foreheads and chests together. This soon, too, grew too spacious, and Logan ended up with his head resting on Leo's collarbone, Leo's nose in his hair.

Logan didn't know how long they spent there, dancing in the soft light coming through the window, but it was long enough for the doorknob to turn and for Finn and Antoinette to come tumbling through and into the entryway. Logan watched as Leo's eyes lit up with fond excitement at the sound of Finn's fumbling. He didn't turn, just snuggled into Leo's chest again.

“There you go, girl, go get some water!” A breath. “Well, what have we here?”

Logan felt Leo press a hand to the back of his hair. “We're practicing for the wedding, sugar.”

Logan felt hand grip his hips by Leo's and a hard kiss was pressed into his neck. “Looks like someone had a talk with our sunshine.”

Logan blindly turned his head for a real kiss. Finn's skin was slightly cool. “Ouais, we did.” He turned back into Leo's chest. “But he won't call us ‘sugar’ in bed.”

“Yeah, that's not attractive,” Finn laughed. His warmth left Logan's back and then his face appeared over Leo's shoulder. He kissed Leo's cheek and cupped Leo's hips. “Can I join?”

Leo tilted their temples together. “Are you sweaty?”

“The dog and I took a little dip before coming back.”

Leo turned to face him with a raised eyebrow. “Does that mean Antoinette is dripping puddles on the carpet?”

Finn winced. “Maybe a little. It's just water!”

Leo sighed and closed his eyes. “What are we gonna do with you, baby?”

“You can keep calling me ‘baby’, that's for sure.”

Leo just hummed and leaned into Finn's head, which was now resting on his shoulder. Finn smiled briefly at Logan before closing his eyes, too. He rubbed one hand over Logan's ribs. “We’re getting married!” Finn whisper-yelled.

Logan and Leo each chuckled, Leo turning his face to kiss by Finn's ear. “Yeah, sweetheart.”

“Yay, yay, yay!”

“Rouge,” Logan said, reaching up to trace under Finn's eyes. 

“Yeah?”

“Sh, mon amour, we're dancing.”

“Right,” Finn said softly. “Right, sorry.” He instantly relaxed under their hands, closing his eyes and resting against Leo again. “I love you.”

“We love you, honey,” Leo replied. He kissed Finn's cheek one more time. “Let's dance.”

Logan smiled against the fabric of Leo’s T-shirt, sun-warmed from the light streaming in through the windows. He decided that he didn't care if nobody made it to their wedding, if it was raining, or even if there was a thunderstorm- none of that would stop him from dancing with his husbands. He couldn't wait to feel the coolness of their wedding rings, the soft fabric of their suites, their skin, warm on excitement and adrenaline. Logan had been given the greatest gift he hadn't even thought to look for, and nothing would ever compare to the love he felt every time he touched Finn and Leo’s bodies, or heard their voices, or saw them smile. 

And so, content and swaying to the acoustic guitar of Annie’s Song, Logan settled into the warmth of them and closed his eyes. 

I was wondering if you could write anything to do with any of these:

Finn and Logan being obsessed with Leo’s legs

Finn and Leo being obsessed with Logan’s arms

Logan and leo being obsessed with Finn’s freckles and eyes

Just them being obsessed with each other in general😭 they are so in love I can’t stand it

Thank you so much! You’re a Saint <3

I am SO CLOSE to being back with my computer! I've been doing a lot of hiking, so not so much writing, but in 48 hours I will be up and running as normal. YIPPEE!!!!

This was one of those aska that was just so fun to write! I love all of your ideas, friends, keep 'em comin'. :)

Credits to @lumosinlove <3

Katie Dumais was getting too big, Logan thought. At ten years old, she was the spitting image of her dad, down to the practical pranks she played on her siblings. Adele found it amusing- Marc and Louis did not.

Ten was a big age, Logan decided. It was when kids stopped liking to be held, to be picked up, to hang out with their older siblings (blood related or not). Katie had given him and his boys a hard hug each when they arrived to her birthday party, but was now way more occupied with her friends where they were painting each other's nails on a picnic blanket in the Dumais’ backyard. Logan sighed, resting his head back against the Adirondack chair he was sitting on. He felt someone else sit in the chair beside him.

“This is making me feel old.”

Logan smiled at Sirius’ familar French and opened his eyes to look at him. “Ouais. I remember when she was little.”

“I remember when she was a newborn- I'd just moved in.”

Logan let out an amused snort. “Fuck, you must be feeling really old.”

“Allez, I'm not thirty quite yet.”

They laughed at each other for a brief moment. It felt good, to let go with Sirius again. Like it had been no time at all that they were on the same team, spending lots of free time together. They had so many fond memories together in the Dumais’ kitchen: meals shared, laughter, cleaning up the kitchen with Dumo. Logan loved the life he had now, with Finn and Leo, but there were times he wanted to be back there, young and clumsily moving through life. Being with Sirius in this moment felt like a different version of that, Logan supposed.

A presence joined them in the chair on Logan's other side. A cup with a drink in it appeared in front of his face. “For my Lo.”

Logan smiled and kissed Finn's cheek in thanks. “Merci.” He sipped it. “It's good.”

Finn patted his thigh. “Of course it is. I've made rum and coke for you for over a decade, I'm a master.”

“I wish Remus and I were good at mixing drinks,” Sirius said wistfully. “We always end up putting too much alcohol in it.”

Finn laughed around the sip he was taking from Logan's cup. “Well, if that's the goal, you're doing it right then.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Ouais, I guess.”

Finn nudged Logan's ear with his nose. “Heads up, some of Katie's friend have tiny siblings and they are all over Leo right now.”

Logan turned into him. Their noses were now brushing. “And what do you think of that?”

“Let's just say that, if I had ovaries, they would be bursting.”

Logan full-body laughed at that, hiding his face in Finn's shoulder. He could feel the smile Finn pressed into his forehead.

“What's so funny?” Remus asked. He and Cole had come to sit on Sirius’ other side.

Finn looked amused. “My ovaries.”

Remus just looked at him. “You don't have ovaries.”

“Well, not physical ones.”

Cole shook his head. “You're so fucking weird, O'Hara.”

Finn just shrugged. He took a sip of Logan's drink again, then suddenly sat up straighter. “Lo, look, look, look.”

Logan picked his head up to follow where Finn's finger was pointing to. Sure enough, Leo was surrounded by about half a dozen little kids, all definitely four or under, and they were playing what looked like a game of keep-away with a tiny soccer ball. A little girl was in the middle, laughing when Leo dangled the ball out in front of her, only to take it back. Eventually, he did let her get it, and went into the middle of the circle. He jogged slowly, exaggeratedly, as the kids passed it around to one another.

“Oh,” Remus said. He snorted lightly. “That's why your ovaries are exploding.”

Finn hummed. “Can you blame me?”

“He has no comment,” Sirius said, which made Remus just laugh.

Logan laced his fingers with Finn's on top of his thigh as they continued to watch. Leo looked happy, smile wide and white, a light sheen of sweat on his face from the hot summer sun. He was tall, too, dwarfing the small children around him. Logan let out a happy sigh. Finn kissed the side of his head. “He's going to be such a cute dad.”

Logan felt his chest warm. “Ouais. Ouais, he is.” He turned to kiss Finn properly on the mouth. “So are you. So sexy.”

Finn laughed a little breathlessly. “Stop that, you're getting me going,” he whispered.

“Maybe I want you to.” Logan leaned in closer with a smile. “Let's go to Dumo's bathroom again.”

Finn's ears were red and his eyes wide. Logan could tell he liked the idea, even if he wouldn't go through with it. “We can't do that, it's Katie's birthday.”

“She doesn't care about us,” Logan scoffed. “We're not cool enough anymore.”

Finn laughed and squeezed his hand. “Well, then, we can't because we're watching Leo play with tiny humans.”

“Oh, that's right.” Logan kissed Finn's cheek once more before turning with a sigh to look at Leo. “He's so tall.”

“Ugh, I know. Just look at his legs, Jesus Christ.”

Indeed, his legs were a sight to behold. They were lean and tan, the quad and hamstring muscles flexing and visible whenever he moved. His waist was slim, and he was tall, so shorts never ran long enough anyways, but Leo also preferred the eight-inch inseam, which left so much bare skin visible. Logan wanted to dig his teeth into the muscles of his inner thighs. 

Leo was still in the middle, not quite yet letting himself best the kids. But one of them kicked the ball a little too hard, and it was going to go flying into a food table on the other side of the yard. Leo acted quickly, extending his long- so long, Jesus Christ- leg out to block it with his foot. He fell to the ground, one leg tucked under him and his other completely extended, the entire limb touching the ground. He didn't even flinch.

“Geez,” Remus said. “That's so not fair.”

“How the hell does he do that?” Cole asked. “That's so not fair.”

“Oh, it so is,” Finn said. His cheeks were flushed. “I'm a big fan.”

“Ew,” Sirius said. “Stop being gross.”

Logan scoffed. “Let's tell Loops what you think about his arms.”

Remus looked at Sirius mischievously. “Oh yeah? You like my arms, baby?”

Sirius stuttered. “Mais- allez, but- I don't not like them.”

“Oh my God,” Cole said, hands covering his face. “I should not be privy to these conversations.”

Finn just settled back in his chair, amused, and sighed contentedly. “Oh, look, here he comes.”

Logan turned to find Leo walking up to them. He was smiling, still, and he stopped in front of them with his hands on his hips. “Hi.”

“Hi, baby,” Finn said. He was looking at Leo adoringly. “Having fun?”

“Yeah,” Leo nodded. “Dumo and the other parents said they could watch the kids in the pool, so they went to change into their swimsuits.” When they said nothing, still just looking at him, he furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“They're saying inappropriate things about you,” Cole said. 

Leo let out a confused laugh. “What?”

“Something about Finn's ovaries,” Sirius grumbled.

Leo blinked. “Excuse me? None of y'all have those.”

Finn leaned forward in his chair to cup the backs of Leo’s knees. “Figuratively, I do. C'mere, Le, sit.”

Leo hesitated, but he allowed himself to be pulled down and into straddling Finn's lap. Logan and Finn immediately put their hands on his thighs. “Why are you saying you have ovaries?”

Finn rolled his eyes. “They're figurative.” He kissed Leo quickly. “And they go crazy when I see you with kids.”

That got Leo to smile. “Yeah?”

Logan nodded. “Mhm, ouais. That and your legs.”

“Oo, yeah,” Finn said, rubbing his hands further up Leo's thighs. “Your flexible, flexible legs.”

Leo tisked and grabbed Finn's hands where they were making their way towards his butt and settled them further down towards his knees. “Stop that, there are children,” he chastised, but he was biting back a smile and blushing. 

“Mm,” Finn hummed, leaning in to bite at Leo's jaw. “Sexy, sexy legs.”

“Are you pretending you're not hearing this?” Remus asked. 

“Yes,” Cole said. “Oh my God, yes.”

“Rouge,” Logan scolded. “We don't want to make them uncomfortable.”

“Well, then,” Finn said. He let out a grunt and stood, hoisting Leo up underneath his thighs. “We will be taking this party elsewhere. Where’s the pool? Are there tiny children in it yet? We've got a change of clothes in the car.”

Leo was laughing. “Finn, no-”

But Finn was already off walking across the grass. He drew some eyes, a few surprised looks at first, but then Logan watched as people smiled as they watched Leo and Finn laughing, Leo's hands laced in Finn's hair. Logan bit his knuckle around a grin as he watched them go.

“Mon Dieu, that was painful,” Sirius said. “I don't even want to know what you're like behind closed doors.”

Logan raised his eyebrows at him. “Non, you don't.”

Sirius groaned and fell into Remus, who just kissed his head. “Baby, you set yourself up so well every time. You should have learned by now.”

“This is supposed to be a family friendly party,” Cole said. “How does it always turn out like this?”

Sirius glared at Logan. “Because the Cubs are dirty.”

Logan winked at him, which definitely didn't thwart his ideas, and stood to follow the sound of his boyfriends’ laughter. 

***

Finn loved Logan and Leo at parties. He loved the way that, when he himself wandered off to socialize, Logan automatically tucked himself into Leo's side, content to just watch as Leo charmed whoever he was speaking to with his wit and his smile and that special goodness that Finn and Logan adored. 

Tonight however, on the rooftop of a New York City bar, it seemed that Logan’s social battery had somehow activated itself.

He'd definitely had too much to drink- Finn could tell by the way his face flushed and by the way he every so often gripped Leo's jaw to bring him down into some kisses that would have been way too obscene during the day. But during the night, in the middle of summer, surrounded by other tipsy people- well, Finn, for one, was really enjoying the show.

“You know,” Natalie said from beside him at the bar. “I used to think that Logan was just a shy little grump.” Her eyebrows raised even higher when Logan took Leo's lip between his teeth, Leo shaking his head at him fondly with wide eyes when he pulled away. “But now I know that he’s a loud grump who needs just the right amount of tequila to bring him out of his shell.” She winced when Logan interrupted Leo talking to Alex to bring him down into another deep kiss. “Sheesh, maybe too much out of his shell.”

Finn smiled. “Yeah, those shots were not a good idea. I'm surprised he even did them.”

“I'm regretting buying him them.” Natalie rapped her knuckles on the bar top. “So, Freckle, how's it hangin'? Thanks for coming out with us tonight. Alex really needed to be taken for a walk.”

Finn laughed. “Yeah, we can't be inside for too long. What'd he do?”

Natalie counted off on her fingers. “Claimed he was bored, cleaned the kitchen, claimed he was bored again, cleaned the bathroom, baked brownies, fell asleep on Kasey for a weird twenty minutes, went for a run, claimed he was bored another time, then was tapping his fingers all through dinner when we were watching the Open.” She sighed. “And this was all by 5 p.m.”

“Huh,” Finn hummed. “To be fair to him, sounds like a pretty empty day.”

Natalie just looked at him, then rolled her eyes over to where the bar tender was coming with their drinks. “You boys are both crazy.” She thanked the bar tender, then picked up her tray. “C'mon. Maybe if we give them enough alcohol, they'll be too hung over to do anything tomorrow but sleep.”

Finn snorted, picking up his own tray. “Logan might. But us O'Haras have a fast metabolism.”

“Don't fucking remind me.”

They maneuvered their way around the other people slowly, careful not to spill anything. Finn had ordered Logan a water and Leo a Dark ‘n Stormy. He got himself a Manhatten; this late in the night, he was in a sipping mood. Plus, somebody had to be sober enough to get Logan home.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Alex said with a smile, accepting his drink and a kiss on the cheek from Natalie. “Thank you.” He turned to Finn. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes a little wild- he was definitely past tipsy. “Tremzy here challenged me to an arm wrestle.”

Finn looked to Kasey, who winced with a nod. Leo had his arms wrapped around Logan, keeping his arms contained in an obvious attempt to deter the idea with cuddling. By Logan’s excited, drunken grin, it was not exactly working.

“Al,” Finn said, eyeing his brother. “Are you sure? Logan doesn't really know his own strength when he’s-”

Alex waved him off with a determined look. “I've got this.” He took a sip of his drink and cracked his knuckles, leaning forward in Kasey’s hold, who had a hand on each of Alex’s hips from behind. Alex propped his elbow up on the table. “Let’s see what you got, Lolo.”

Logan scoffed. “That's not my name.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “C’mon.”

Leo looked at Finn with raised eyebrows. Finn sighed and took a step closer, cupping Logan’s face in his hands. “Please be careful with him. He's my older brother, and he's an ass, but I do love him.”

“Hey!”

Logan just giggled in the way he only did when he was intoxicated and leaned up to kiss Finn sloppily. “Ouais, I won't break him.”

Finn kissed his forehead. “Okay. Okay, show ‘em what you got, Tremblay.”

Logan and Finn switched places, Finn leaning back into Leo's chest and Logan taking a seat opposite Alex. 

“What did you get him?” Leo whispered. 

“Water,” Finn said. He brought Leo's hand up to his mouth and kissed it. “I really don't want to deal with a mega hungover Logan tomorrow.”

Leo snorted quietly. “He acts like the world's ending. Le, I want soup, please. Fish, I need a massage, allez.”

Finn grinned. “I promise I'll give you lots of nice kisses if you service me.”

They snickered quietly together, Leo hiding his face in Finn's shoulder. Alex and Logan, whose hands were clasped, looked at them. “Quoi?” Logan asked. “What's so funny?”

Finn patted the top of his head. “Nothing, baby, carry on.” He smiled at the laugh Leo let out against his neck.

Logan narrowed his eyes at them, then turned back to Alex, who was focused intently. “Kase, count off,” Alex slurred.

Kasey sighed from where he was sitting behind Alex, Natalie standing next to him and running her hands through his hair. “Okay,” he said exasperatedly. “Three, two, one, go!”

“Shit,” Leo said breathlessly in Finn's ear after a moment. “Maybe this was a good idea after all.”

Indeed, Finn was inclined to agree. Logan's sharp jaw was clenched in concentration, his slightly sweaty hair curling out and fanning over his ears. Finn followed a line down from his devastating green eyes to his shoulder and back, defined in the maroon shirt he was wearing, all the way down to his arm. His bicep was bulging in a way that was not helpful in a public setting, and the veins in his forearms showed distinctly through his skin. Finn bit his lip as his face flushed. Leo must have been feeling the same way, because he pressed lingering, open-mouthed kisses to the back of Finn's neck.

“Oh, baby,” Leo said hotly, quietly. “Look at those biceps.”

Finn nodded absentmindedly, gripping hard onto where Leo's forearms were wrapped around his waist. Leo had just flattened his palms, running a hand lower on Finn's abs down to the waistline of his shorts, when Alex let out a grunt as his arm fell limp on the table. 

“Allez!” Logan yelled, slapping the table with his hand.

Alex let out a defeated groan, covering his face with his hands as he fell heavily back onto Kasey's chest, Natalie carding a hand through his hair. “Fuck, that's not fair.”

“It's okay, hon,” Kasey reassured him with a kiss to his cheek. “You'll get him next time.”

Alex just groaned again.

Logan, however, stood up and moved right into Finn and Leo's space, grin a little victorious, definitely drunk, and very much in love. “Did you see?”

Leo laughed. “Yeah, honey, we saw. You beat him good.”

Logan hummed, reaching up to tug on Finn's hair. “Did you like what you saw?”

Finn guided Logan's hands down then rubbed possessively at his biceps. “Definitely. I'd like to record it next time, please, zoomed in on your arms. For alone-time material.”

Leo smacked his hip. “Since when have you ever done that alone since you started dating us?”

Finn bit back a smile and turned to kiss Leo's jaw. “You're so right, I've even got two of you.” He nosed under Leo's chin. “We can use it as material when we have alone time together while he's in New York.”

Leo sucked in a breath. Finn knew he'd got him. “That's a good point.”

Logan reached up again to grab at Finn's hand and draw his attention. “Allez, what material will I be getting, all alone in New York?”

Finn kissed him. “Anything you want, baby.”

That made Logan's eyes light up. “Ouais, then, I want a video of your hands on Leo's thighs.”

Finn nodded. “Oo, good choice. We can do that.” He reached around to pat the back of Leo’s thighs. “I love getting my hands on these sexy legs.”

Based on Logan's smile, Leo had rolled his eyes. “This is not appropriate for public consumption.”

“It sure as hell isn’t,” Finn said. He winked at Logan. “Our eyes only.”

Logan hummed happily. “Ouais, our eyes only.” He fell forward a little bit, distractedly running his hands through Finn’s hair. “I'm tired.”

Finn tilted his jaw down to bite at Logan's bicep. The muscle was firm under his teeth. “Let's finish these drinks, then we go home.”

Logan kissed him briefly. “What did you get me?”

“Water.”

Logan scoffed, letting his hands fall to his side and maneuvering to bully Finn out of the way so he could snuggle into Leo's chest. “You're no fun.”

Leo kissed his forehead appeasingly. “We are trying to avoid the hangover of the century tomorrow.”

Logan just sighed heavily.

After forcing Logan through the entire glass of water and sipping on their own drinks, Leo and Finn coaxed Logan into letting them guide him out of the bar. They waved goodbye to Natalie, Kasey, and Alex, the latter of whom was almost asleep and being half-carried by Kasey to stand up so they could leave themselves. Finn smacked his brother on the back, eliciting a huff, before tightening his other arm around Logan’s waist to help him down the stairs. Leo went in front of them, walking backwards and holding out his hands to support Logan as he wobbled.

“My Lord, honey, you are really drunk, aren't you?”

“Non,” Logan protested. “I'm not.”

“Okay, let me just let go of your hands then.”

Logan gripped Leo’s wrists tighter, his arms flexing. “Non, non, peanut, non.”

Leo just smiled fondly and bent to kiss Logan’s biceps. “C’mon, muscle man, let's go to bed.”

Finn laughed, and they helped Logan slowly down the stairs. When they got to the bottom, the lights of the noise and the city surrounding them, Finn couldn't help but push them both against the dark corner of a building, Logan stumbling a bit. 

“Merde, Fish, I'm gonna fall.”

“Nuh uh,” Finn said. He pressed his hands to Logan’s hips and kissed his mouth hard. “Not while I've got you. You and your sexy arms.”

Logan laughed, resting his head against the brick. He gazed at Leo, then at Finn, a sleepy smile on his face. “I love you.”

Leo smiled back and bent to kiss him. “Love you, sweetheart.” He tugged at Logan’s hand, blue eyes playfully meeting Logan’s own. Finn was so in love with them. “Alright, it's not too far to walk. Let's get you and your sexy biceps back home.”

***

Leo hummed quietly to himself as he puttered around the kitchen, placing the lid on the pot so the taco meat could simmer. He checked on the potatoes in the oven. They still weren't near done, but they definitely weren't as raw as they had been earlier. He sighed, glancing around. The guacamole was ready, and so was the crema and the pico de gallo. He covered the bowls with the beeswax wrap Regulus had got him for his birthday and placed them in the fridge to stay cool while the rest of the dinner cooked. 

He stretched, his back popping just as there was the scratching of keys in the lock. Logan walked through a few seconds later and smiled when he saw Leo. “Salut, soleil,” he said, toeing his sneakers off and sliding over to give Leo a kiss.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Leo wrapped him in a hug. “How's Sirius?”

“Good,” Logan sighed into Leo's neck. “Happy to not be an All Star again.”

Leo hummed happily into Logan's hair. “So are you. You get to come home.”

Logan made a content noise. “Where's rouge?”

“Reading in bed,” Leo said. He pulled back to hold onto Logan's hips with a smile. “He was tired after pickup yesterday and our long run this morning.”

Logan stepped on Leo's toes with a bashful smile. “And we had a late night.”

Leo nuzzled their noses. “That we did.” He tugged Logan's hand. “C'mon, let's go say hi.”

Leo held tightly to Logan's hand all the way to their bedroom. The door was opened just slightly, and there was just a reading light on. There wasn't any noise.

“Is he asleep?” Logan whispered, standing on his toes to peer over Leo’s shoulder.

Leo nodded. “I think so. We have to be so quiet.”

Logan hid his laugh in Leo's sweater-covered bicep. They stepped through as quietly as they could. Leo peered around the doorway and smiled. He felt Logan squeeze his hand.

Finn was uncharacteristically starfished on the bed, mouth open and sleeping soundly. He had a special talent for falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but even this was extreme- he normally slept on his side. Now he was flat on his back with his arms over his head. The cuffs at the bottom of his sweatpants had ridden up, as well as his gray Harvard sweatshirt, exposing the trail of red hair at the bottom of his stomach. He'd kicked one of his fuzzy socks half off his foot.

Leo could feel Logan still giggling into his arm. “Très étrange.”

“Ouais,” Leo whispered. He squeezed Logan's hand and let go, approaching the bed. He and Logan laid down on either side, hovering over to just look at him. Leo touched his cheek lightly. “He has so many freckles, even in winter.”

Logan smiled down at Finn fondly. “Oui.” He pressed a silent kiss to Finn's cheek. “I think he has more now than he did in college.”

Leo turned to catch Logan's eye. “Yeah?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.” He gazed back down at Finn, smile still on his face. Leo loved how Logan looked at him. “I don't think I could count them all now.”

Leo got his knees under him. “Let's try.”

They counted, Leo pointing to each one and Logan saying the number in soft French with a hand stroking Finn's hair back. They grinned at one another every now and then, giggling, Logan giving Leo a kiss to keep him quiet. 

They'd gotten to freckle one hundred and seventy when Finn let out a little noise, making Leo laugh. Logan had hushed him, leaning across for a soft kiss. It was with their lips pressed together that they felt Finn's chest expand with a deep breath. “Whoa.”

Leo smiled against Logan's mouth and pulled away. Finn was staring at them with parted lips. Leo stroked his cheekbone. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Finn smiled lazily and stretched. “Don't stop on my account.”

Logan huffed out a breathless laugh and leaned down to kiss Finn on the mouth. “Salut, rouge.”

“Mm,” Finn said, reaching a hand up to rub up and down Logan's ribs. “Hi, baby. Good day?”

“Ouais,” Logan said softly. He settled himself on his stomach with his chin on Finn's chest. “Good nap?”

Finn nodded and let out a puff of air through his lips. “Yeah. Yikes, I was tired.”

Leo's laugh made them both look at him. “You were conked out, honey. I think that's the hardest I've ever seen you sleep.”

Finn's smile widened. “Enjoy the view?”

Leo shifted to hover over him more. Finn's eyes followed the line of his body. “Definitely.” He looked at Finn's eyes in the warm lamp light and softened. “Your eyes look so pretty.”

“You think?”

Logan shifted to look down at Finn's face, too. He grinned. “Oui, they do. Like they're- comment dit-on?” He looked at Leo with questioning eyes. “Fondre?”

Leo leaned over and kissed his cheek. “To melt. They look like they're melting.”

“Ouais, melting.”

Finn was looking at them both fondly. Leo swore that if Finn's eyes weren't actually melting, they'd make Leo melt. Now, they twinkled a bit, too. “I love the way you talk to each other.”

Logan hid his face sheepishly in Finn's neck. Finn rubbed up and down his ribs and looked up at Leo with a satisfied smile. Leo smiled back and leaned down to kiss him. “Rise and shine, sweetheart. Dinner's almost ready.”

Finn just wrapped his other arm around Leo's back and dragged him down to his chest next to Logan. “Five minutes.” He turned to look at Leo with a pout. “Please?”

How could Leo say no to those eyes? To the gorgeous, star-like freckles that lined the skin around them? 

“Okay. Five minutes.” He settled in against Finn's shoulder and reached his other hand out to scratch Logan's scalp, Logan humming contentedly. “But only five minutes. I worked hard on those taco bowls, and they will be spectacular.”

Finn laughed softly into Leo's hair. “I bet they will be. Your food always is.” He kissed Leo's curls. “Love you.”

“Love you,” Leo whispered. He pressed a kissed to Finn's shoulder and closed his eyes. “I love you.”

I feel like this is a big ask so you do not have to do it if you don’t wanna but maybe a soulmate au?? Like soulmate identifying marks?? Just cause I’m thinking about Harvard finnlo angst where they already know they’re soulmates and choosing to ignore it🥲 and also thinking about leo somehow seeing both of their marks and choosing to hide his anyway idk I just think it would be really angsty and romantic🥹🥹🥹 sorry for rambling hopefully this made some sense THANK YOU❤️❤️

I think this takes the prize as my favorite prompt EVER! This idea just flowed so well to me, and I LOVE this AU! Definitely one of my proudest fics for you all. :)

All credits to @lumosinlove !! <3

Gryffindor, December 2019

Leo brushed his sweaty hair back from his face and placed his goalie mask on the bench. It was getting long, curling down towards the base of his neck. He'd need to cut it again soon.

He considered to himself, as he stripped off his pads, what exactly would happen if he cut it shorter on the sides instead of just trimming it all around. He'd always liked that style on curly hair, shorter on the sides and fluffy and defined at the top, but hadn't allowed himself to do that in years. Now it was so much to manage, especially with the more intense NHL schedule. He ran a hand across the side, imagining how it would feel- then his fingers touched the raised skin behind his ear and the thought vanished completely.

Leo's soul mark had always branded him a bit ‘different’. There were three, like fine-lined tattoos, nestled just behind the shell of his right ear: a sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish, like the outline of a Goldfish cracker. At first, it hadn't been a big deal. He wore it out, like everyone did at a young age, his hair not bothering to hide it. But as he got older, people started to ask questions. And at twelve years old, when he realized he liked boys, he'd decided that enough was enough. He started to grow his hair out, just enough to cover it, and that was that.

Leo scratched his fingers over it and looked around the locker room. Nobody, that he was aware of, had three marks, just the normal two. Some guys wore them out: Pascal, Sirius and Remus, Thomas. Some others kept them covered: Kasey, even though he had a girlfriend, Kuny, Jackson- Finn and Logan.

Leo tried not to let his face flush too much at the thought of the last two. It was bad enough being gay and having a distinct soul mark that would surely ostracize him; he didn't need anyone discovering the little crush he had on his two teammates who were definitely into one another. Leo had seen the looks, the longing- he wasn't about to get in the way. He sighed and turned to grab his towel for his shower.

Boston, MA, February 2015

“Fucking yes, Tremzy!”

Logan whooped as he allowed himself to be pressed into the boards by his teammates, watching as hats rained down on the ice. 

“Hatty hatty!” Percy yelled. “Beanpot Finals, here we come, let's go!”

Logan laughed, skating away towards the bench for a shift change. There were only three seconds left on the clock- overtime against Northeastern had barely been avoided.

He felt a smack on his butt from a stick as he climbed the boards. “Way to go, Lolo.”

Logan rolled his eyes and looked at Finn, who was grinning at him mischievously through his mask. It was his assist that had allowed Logan to give them the lead. “Nice pass.”

Finn hopped the boards, too, and gave Logan's helmet a tap with his own. “Fucking magic, we are.”

Yes, Logan thought as he watched the clock wind down. Fucking magic.

He was kept behind for quite a few interviews afterwards, the other boys having long gone to get dinner in the meal hall the stadium was providing them with before getting the bus back to campus. Logan sighed as he stripped his Under Armour and jock strap off, left bare in the empty locker room. He rolled out his neck and looked down at his body. He ran his thumb over the fleur-de-lis tattoo on his left. It was dark against his skin. On his other hip the thin bandage and strong tape he used to cover his soul mark was peeling off. 

He looked around carefully- nobody was here. Normally, he showered with it then removed the bandage once he put on his clothes, out of sight from anyone else. But now, with no one to disturb him, he felt an itch to wash the sweaty skin underneath. Carefully, he stripped it off and threw the waste in the trash can, grabbing his towel and some soap and heading to the showers.

The water was warm against his aching muscles. Logan washed himself then tilted his head down, back against the spray. He loved his teammates, the game, the fans, but sometimes he needed a moment to collect himself. English still had him fumbling his words in interviews, and it exhausted him to be surrounded by the noise and fanfare, no matter how well-intentioned it may be. Logan liked his time to himself, with nobody else around him. 

Well, maybe nobody else except-

A sharp gasp made him look up, covering himself with his hand. It was Finn. He was staring intently at Logan's right hip. Logan furrowed his brow. “Harz, what-”

Then he realized. The soul mark. 

Logan's wide eyes looked up, trying to catch Finn's attention, but he was standing still, more still than Logan had ever seen him. Then suddenly, as if someone lit a match under him, he turned and walked out of the room.

“Merde,” Logan swore, shutting off the water and reaching for his towel. “Fish!”

Logan hurried after him to the locker room. Finn was pacing, chest heaving and mouth covered by his hand. He was quiet, so unlike himself, and Logan was beginning to get worried.

“Finn,” Logan said. “What's wrong?”

Finn still didn't say anything. He stopped in front of Logan with his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes were hard and desperate, and Logan could feel the heat of his skin this close. It made goosebumps trail up his bare chest.

“Finn,” Logan whispered, just to say his name.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Finn plucked at the bottom hem of his own shirt. Logan watched as the skin was revealed, freckles dotting his shoulders, his muscles lean and strong. When Finn finally pulled the fabric over his head, he was looking at Logan expectantly.

“Quoi?” Logan asked. “I don't-” But his breath caught in his throat. There, along the side of Finn's ribs, where his arm was moved to display the skin, were three tattoos in a vertical line: a sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish.

Logan let out a small gasp, staring at the mark for a second. A hand cupped his jaw, one going down to his right hip. He leaned into the touch and watched as Finn moved the towel down with his thumb, revealing the cluster of Logan's identical marks. They were breathing harshly against one another, their chests brushing as Logan lifted his head to meet Finn's eyes. They were open and raw, asking him a question. Logan only nodded slightly, and then Finn was leaning in.

When their lips met, it was grace and relief as Logan had never felt. Finn was soft and gentle at first, but then Logan ran a hand over his ribs, over his mark, and then Finn was gripping his jaw and hip more desperately, a soft noise leaving his mouth as he kissed Logan harder. 

Logan reached his other hand up to lace in Finn's hair, soft and thick and the subject of an embarrassing amount of daydreams. Finn took that as an invitation to kiss down Logan's neck, his lips hot and wet. Logan didn't realize he'd closed his eyes until they opened abruptly at the sound of a door opening, him and Finn jerking apart.

“Harz, Tremz!” Will called. “Team meeting during dinner, let's go!”

Finn and Logan were both still panting as they took each other in. Finn stared at Logan's mark for a second, then at his face. “Lo…”

The way Finn said his name was going to make Logan melt. He jerked his head towards the door. “Allez, Will's calling.” He turned towards his stall to find his clothes. “I'll meet you there.”

There was the sound of a frustrated sigh, then footsteps and the door as Finn left. Logan closed his eyes against the tears and pulled on his boxers.

Gryffindor, March 2019

Leo heard the door to his and Finn’s apartment slam. He jerked up from where he'd been reading to find a wet and shivering Finn staring at him with his arms crossed. His running clothes were soaked through and his lips were purple. 

“Jesus, Finn,” Leo said, standing up and going to the bathroom. “I thought you were out with Logan.”

Finn shook his head, his teeth chattering. “N-no, he c-c-cancelled.”

Leo rushed towards him with a towel. “It's pouring. You were gone for hours, what happened?”

Finn shrugged, but Leo saw him try and duck away. “N-needed to th-th-think.”

“In the rain?”

Finn just looked at him, shivering. “P-Peanut, I'm cold.”

“Okay, okay,” Leo hushed. “I've got you.” He reached his hands out and grasped at the bottom of Finn's T-shirt. “Is this okay?”

Finn nodded hurriedly, letting the towel drop to the floor as Leo lifted his shirt over his head. Next, he helped Finn out of his shorts and socks and shoes, just left in his thermal undershirt and briefs. 

“Okay, last layer, then I'll warm up the shower for you, okay?”

Finn nodded. “‘Kay.”

Leo helped him pull the final layer over his head, the wet and clinging fabric sticking to his face briefly. When he was freed of the clothing, Finn immediately started shivering harder, skin exposed to the air. Leo leaned in to hug him. “I've got you. Geez, Fish.”

“S-Sorry.”

“No, don't be, it's okay.” He leaned back, arms still around Finn's freezing waist. “Shower.”

Finn nodded, leaning down to pick up his towel from the floor. As he was bent over, his arm shifted, and Leo got a peak at some dark marks on his ribs. Leo thought it was a tattoo, but then he looked closer, eyes widening. He couldn't help the gasp he let out.

Finn looked up, alarmed, until he saw Leo looking at the soul marks. A sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish. He smiled a bit sheepishly. “Sorry.”

Leo shook his head quickly, a little dizzy. He hoped Finn didn't notice the flush on his cheeks. “No, I'm sorry.” He hurried away. “I'll go turn on the shower for you, then get you some comfy clothes.”

Finn quietly said his thanks from behind. Leo put his hand over his mouth and tried to fight against the tears. 

Harvard University, June 2016

“Lo, c'mere. I've gotta go.”

Logan just continued to stare down angrily at the wooden table. Finn sighed and sat across from him. He looked gorgeous in the early morning light, the golden sun streaking across his brown hair. When he looked up to Finn, his green eyes were sad. “Non. You're not leaving.”

Finn bit the inside of his cheek. “Don't make this harder than it already is.”

“But you're leaving-”

“And so will you, in a year! I graduated, you'll graduate, hopefully be drafted like me. And I-” Finn sucked in a breath. “Lo, I already miss you.”

Logan closed his eyes tightly, fighting against obvious tears. Like he did almost every day, Finn thought about the marks along his ribs, on Logan's hip, and that kiss over a year ago. They didn't talk about it. It was agony, sometimes, and since then they'd kissed a few more times: after a playoff game, when Finn got drafted- one memorable time not three days earlier, watching the sunset on the grass together. They'd laid and kissed on the grass on the hill they liked to drive to until it got dark, until they were interrupted by Alex calling Finn. When he'd ended the call, Logan was already waiting for him in the passenger seat, eyes down and cheeks flushed with embarrassment. They'd driven home in silence.

Finn knew he had to try and push one last time. “Logan. Logan, look at me.” When Logan looked up at him, a tear fell down his cheek. Finn reached across to wipe it with his thumb. “I want you.”

Logan immediately shook his head. “Non, Finn-”

“We're it, Lo, it says so on our skin!” Finn whisper-yelled. He didn't want to wake the rest of the house up. “Why are you denying yourself-”

“There's three.”

Finn stopped, his mouth hanging open. “What?”

“There's three,” Logan said again, more forcefully. He stood up and out of Finn’s reach, pulling down his waistband to reveal the marks. He placed his thumb over each of them individually. “Un, deux, trois.”

Finn shook his head. “That doesn't mean anything, they're the same.”

“Yes it does, Finn.” Logan sat back down and took a shaky breath. “Who do you know that has three? Who? Everyone else has two.”

Finn could feel his eyes getting wet. “No one. Lo-”

“It means there's someone else out there for you.” Logan's face was heartbroken, devastated. “Someone better for you.”

Finn's mouth fell open with a soft, sad cry. “No, Logan, don't say that.” He pushed his chair back and went to kneel at Logan's feet. He rested his hands on the back of Logan's calves and Logan's fingers came down to grasp at his hair. “You're perfect for me, you're everything. I want you.”

But Logan wasn't to be deterred. “But this is your dream. And it's my dream.” He looked at Finn so softly. “I can't take that away from you. From myself.”

Finn rested his forehead on Logan's thigh and breathed deeply. “I know.” He glanced up again and met Logan's green eyes. “But we’re supposed to be together. And- and maybe there is someone else, yes, for me, but also for you. They're the same mark, Logan.”

Logan nodded. “I know. Merde, I know.” To Finn's surprise, Logan leaned down and kissed him. “But our dream won't let us, Fish. It just won't.”

“So what?” Finn asked. “We just ignore it? Be lonely?”

Logan shook his head. “Non, you find them. You find them.”

Finn's eyes widened. “Logan-”

“Find them, Finn.” Logan's eyes were pleading. “Please. I just want you to be happy, please.”

Finn let out a breath and knelt up higher, dragging Logan down into a hug. He kissed the side of Logan's head. “I'll miss you every day.”

“I know.”

“I'm still going to call you.”

“I know.”

“You're still my best friend.”

“I know.” Logan turned his nose into Finn's hair. “You're mine. Allez, Gryffindor is waiting.”

And in one motion, Finn squeezed Logan tightly, stood, grabbed his backpack, and tore out of OKN. He looked back and saw Logan watching from the doorway. They looked at each other one last time before Finn opened his car door and put the keys in the ignition.

Winnipeg, April 2019

Logan laughed as Leo landed one last smack to his face with a pillow, falling back against the hotel bed. He'd started it, throwing a pillow at Leo as Leo showed him a thirst trap someone had made of Logan that he'd come across. They'd been scrolling through Instagram side by side. Logan had groaned, taking one of the throw pillows from his own bed and throwing it across to Leo's, smacking him in the chest. Leo had just raised his eyebrows, stood, and used his own pillow to smack back. From there it had been an all out war on Logan's bed as they tried to best each other.

“Merde,” Logan panted from his spot against the mattress. “Allez, allez, you win, fuck.”

Leo sat back against his heels, satisfied. “Just because I don't have siblings doesn't mean I just take it, Tremblay.”

“That's obvious,” Logan grunted, propping himself up on his elbows. “Mon Dieu, you've got a fucking arm.”

Leo laughed, standing to go and gather his pillows, setting them neatly on his own bed. “Merci.”

Logan hummed sleepily. Leo glanced back to see he had his eyes closed. Logan had a small smile on his face, too, starfished on the bed, tired from their victory against the Jets. He was just in his boxers and a sweatshirt, the hem riding up to display his lean body. In the scuffle, his underwear had slid down, displaying the top of his fleur-de-lis tattoo on his left hip, and on his right-

Leo had to cover his mouth and bite his finger to hold himself back from making a sound. A sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish. Leo's head was reeling as he climbed into his bed.

Logan opened one eye to look at him. “Ça va?”

“Mhm.” Leo pushed a hand through his hair, then realized it was shaking and hid it beneath the covers. “Just tired.”

“Non,” Logan said. He turned on his side, his boxers riding down lower, and reached across to press a hand to Leo's shoulder. His touch burned. “Non, Leo, what's wrong?”

Leo just stared at his hand, then glanced briefly at the marks. Logan's eyes followed his and he flushed. Leo shook his head. “I'm sorry.”

Logan sighed. “Non. Non, it's okay.” He laid back on his own bed and looked at Leo softly. “Do you ever…”

Leo stared back, biting his lip. “Do I ever…?”

Logan let out another sigh and closed his eyes, as if it was too much. He spoke in French. “Do you ever feel like everything you want is right in front of you, and yet you miss it anyways?”

Leo ran his eyes up and down Logan's strong body. This couldn't be happening. “All the time.”

Logan opened his eyes again. “What do I do?”

Leo snuggled further underneath the covers. “I think- I think you have to care about it enough. Whatever that may be.”

“Even if I have to let it go?”

Leo ducked his nose into his sweatshirt neckline. “Yeah. Yeah, even to let it go.” He breathed deeply. He needed Logan to understand. “But sometimes you shouldn't. Sometimes you should take it.”

“Ouais?”

“Ouais.”

Logan looked at him. “Have you let it go?”

Leo could feel tears welling up in his eyes. “I don't have it.”

That made Logan's eyes go sad. Despite it, he smiled. “You deserve it, Leo.” He cocked his head. “I'm happy you're here.”

“Thank you,” Leo said shakily. “Thank you, Lo.”

Logan nodded, then reached up to turn off the light. “Bonne nuit, peanut.”

“Night.”

In the darkness, Leo finally let the silent tears fall.

Las Vegas, NV, October 2019

“Nut!”

Leo reached up above Finn's head to grasp the small ball tossed from Remus, jumping out of the pool to dunk it in the small hoop. The hotel pool in Vegas was a team favorite, and James had discreetly packed a portable pool hoop to bring with them this time. Their matinee game had been rough and physical, but Remus had his first NHL goal and Leo had a shutout, so the energy was wild and fierce. Coach had told them, exasperated, to go work their energy out before bed, which had James grinning widely. He'd instructed them to go to the pool, scurrying away to go find the box he'd stowed away in his luggage. Now, Leo was reconsidering his NHL career. Maybe the NBA would take him.

“Fuck off!” Sirius shouted. “That's not fair!”

Remus jumped on his back, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You're such a baby.”

Sirius just leaned back to dip him then let go. He and James were both red-faced and frustrated they were losing so badly.

“Seriously, Knut, what the hell is up with those octopus arms?”

Leo turned to find Finn looking at him, his lean, freckled chest on display. Leo swallowed, trying to get a grip. “I can't help it.”

“I'm a fan,” Logan chimed in. His green eyes and smile made Leo warm all over. “If it makes you lose, Fish.” 

Finn rolled his eyes and splashed water over Logan's face. Logan spluttered and Finn laughed before turning to Leo. He was smiling. Leo realized what was about to happen. “No, no, I just washed my-”

But it was too late. Finn cupped his hands and threw water over Leo's head. Leo blinked hard and squinted through the chlorine. Logan was talking in fast French as he and Finn splashed each other. “Leo, allez!”

Leo laughed, running his hand across the water to get it in Finn's face. Finn gasped, staring at him incredulously. “Oh, it is so on, Nut.”

He lunged, trying to get his hands on Leo's shoulders and dunk him. Leo leaned back, trying to push him off, but slipped on the pool's slippery bottom. He and Finn both fell, chest to chest. Leo felt the water proof bandage Finn used to cover his mark as he scrambled for purchase, Finn's hands still on his shoulders. He kicked hard, breaking through the surface with a gasp, using both hands to push his hair back. He needed to pull himself together. 

“You okay?”

Leo opened his eyes to find Logan and Finn smiling at him softly. They looked so gorgeous that Leo had to take a deep breath. “Yeah. Water's just heavy in my hair.”

“Why don't you cut it?” Finn asked. 

Leo shrugged, his heart rate picking up. “Don't know,” he fibbed.

Logan tilted his head. “It looks nice pushed back.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “I like it like that. You usually don't wash your hair in the team showers.”

Leo bit his lip. “Too much work. Don't feel like bringing my creams and stuff.”

Logan scrunched his nose around a laugh. “You're probably the only hockey player with a haircare routine.”

Leo flushed. “I like my curls.”

“They're very nice,” Finn said. Alarms went off in Leo's body as he approached. He touched the side of Leo's hair. “You know, I think it'd look nice if you cut it a little on the-”

He stopped suddenly. Leo could feel himself breathing hard. Finn's fingers were brushing right by where he knew his soul mark was now definitely visible, the hair pushed out of the way and transparent enough to allow it to be seen. Finn's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly.

Leo grit his teeth. “Finn…”

But Finn just looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Leo stepped back and Finn's hand fell. He backed away towards the steps.

“Finn?” Logan asked, looking worriedly between them. “What's going on?”

Leo didn't wait for Finn's response. He grabbed his towel and room key and jogged out the door.

***

Finn watched as Leo ran away, flip flops slapping against the bottoms of his wet feet. His head was reeling.

“Finn? Finn, allez, what's wrong?” Logan appeared in his line of sight and grabbed his shoulders. “Fish.”

Finn blinked, shaking his head. “Shit.” He looked to Logan, then at the door through which Leo had disappeared. “Shit, shit, shit.”

He ran out of the pool and grabbed his towel, some of the guys yelling questions. He could hear Logan behind him as he ran through the door.

“Finn, what the hell-” 

Finn turned and faced him frantically in the hallway. “Where is your room?”

Logan looked confused. “170B. Fish, what-”

“Leo has the mark. Behind his ear.”

Logan stared at him for a moment before his face paled. “Non.”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, fuck, we-” He pressed his hands over his eyes. “We have to find him.”

Logan looked hesitant, shrinking into himself. “Finn…”

Finn let out a frustrated noise and backed Logan into the nearest wall, just beside a supply closet. His voice was shaky. “No, no, you don't get to do this! You don't get to ignore it, or push me away, or tell me to go off and be with him, because it's us, Logan. He has the three marks, it's the three of us.” Logan's eyes were wide and vulnerable. Finn pressed their foreheads together. “I thought I was going crazy when I first started wanting him, because I still wanted you with everything I am. I love him, and I love you, and I will not let you take this away from me.”

Logan's breathing was quick. When Finn pulled back slightly, he saw that Logan's eyes were teary. “You love me?”

Finn nodded. “I do. God, I've been in love with you from the moment you walked into that shitty house your freshman year.”

Logan pressed his lips together. His hand came to cup the back of Finn's head. “I love you, too. I love you.” His green eyes fitted across Finn's face for a moment, searching. Then, to Finn's amazement and delight, he kissed him.

Finn felt like he could barely breathe, or maybe like he was breathing for the first time. Logan was so soft against him, needy and panting. His lips were working frantically against Finn's own, that fire that was always beneath his skin bubbling to the surface. Finn cupped his jaw firmly, slowing them down with deep presses of his mouth and tongue. Logan shuddered and melted into the wall behind him. It felt like his body was overheating under Finn's hands. With a few more soft kisses, Finn pulled away, albeit reluctantly. Logan's eyes were still closed.

“I love you,” Finn whispered. “And it's okay. It's okay now.”

Logan nodded, opening his eyes slowly. “Ouais, it is. I thought-” He took a shaky breath and Finn kissed his cheek. “I thought I couldn't want this. But now Sirius and Remus, and- and you and I were drafted to the same team, that can't be a coincidence. And Leo-” Logan let out a soft sound, forehead dropping onto Finn's shoulder. “I love him. I love him, and I love you, and I'm tired of not taking what I want when it's right in front of me.”

Finn's breath hitched at his words, heart beating as fast as it had the first time he'd seen Logan's mark. He stepped back and grabbed firmly onto Logan's shoulders. “You mean you…”

Logan smiled and nodded. “I want you. I want you both.”

Finn let out a teary laugh and kissed Logan hard. They were smiling against each other's mouths, light and happy and in love, Finn realized. They might have kept kissing forever had Logan not pulled away roughly. “Leo.”

Finn jerked his head up. “Shit. Shit, you're right.” He took Logan's hand and laced their fingers. “Let's go.”

They ran to the nearest stairwell and bounded up to the next floor. Logan's hands were shaking as he scanned the room key, grabbing the handle and shoving the door open roughly. “Leo?” he called.

Finn came in after him, looking around frantically. He poked his head in the bathroom. “Leo?”

When he came out, Logan was standing still and looking at the ground. Leo's suitcase was thrown open, his wet swimsuit on the floor. Clothes were disorganized inside it, which was so unlike him. He must have grabbed some and ran. Beside it was his room key. Logan knelt down briefly and picked it up. He looked at Finn. “Fish.”

Finn leaned in and hugged him. He felt the first of Logan's soft, hitching breaths underneath his hands. “Baby…”

“He's not here.” Logan was shaking. “He's not here, and we love him.”

“Okay,” Finn said. He pulled away and gripped Logan's hips. “He's probably still here somewhere, he's just really freaked out.”

“We have to find him.”

“I know.” Finn wiped Logan's cheeks and kissed his forehead. “Let's get changed first, okay? Then we go find Leo.”

“Soleil,” Logan said.

Finn looked down at him. “What?”

Logan closed his eyes and a tear slipped out. “What I will call him. Soleil. Sun.” He opened his eyes and leaned into Finn's chest. “He’s like sunshine.”

Finn nodded. “He is.” He brushed Logan's hair back from his face. “And what am I?”

Logan reached up to run a hand through Finn’s damp hair. “Rouge. Red.”

Finn kissed him.

***

Logan watched as Finn pulled on one of his high school sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants. The sweatshirt was a little short on him, the sleeves not quite reaching his wrists, but he looked so soft and cosy in Logan's clothes that Logan could only go up and kiss him.

Finn kneaded the skin of his back, just above where he'd put some shorts on. “Go put a shirt on, baby, then we'll go find Le.”

Logan nodded, kissing Finn once more before making his way towards his own suitcase. He had a sweater in there, one from France, but it wasn't as bulky and cosy. He needed something to swallow him, to settle the aching feeling in his chest.

He looked to Leo's suitcase. He always traveled with two sweatshirts: a Lions one for the locker room and cameras, and then one from home for the hotel room. He must've grabbed the Lions one in his rush, because the one left in his suitcase was purple and had the name of an ice cream parlor. Logan assumed it was the one he and his dad visited after Leo had a good game in high school. Finn saw him looking and put a hand on his back. “I don't think he'll mind.”

Logan nodded, kissing Finn's shoulder before kneeling and picking up the sweatshirt. He pulled it over his head. It was thick and soft and reached down to his thighs. It smelled like Leo's cologne. Logan turned his nose into the neckline and breathed in the scent.

Finn kissed the side of his head, lingering and gentle. “I've got the room key. Let's go get our sunshine.”

***

Leo squeezed his knees closer to himself in the cold hallway. He didn't know which floor he was on, one of the top ones. The hallway had ended in a T, with no rooms on either side, just big windows with a nice view of the city.

Leo sat against the opposite wall, gazing at the lights below him. He imagined he could hear and see people laughing, friends dancing, couples kissing. He wondered if there was anyone else like him, but happier; someone who was in love with two people, but actually had them. He could imagine dancing like that with Finn and Logan: Finn at his back, his chin on Leo's shoulder, arms around Leo's waist; Logan against Leo's chest, smiling up at him, his hands resting on the back of Leo's neck, maybe one in his hair. He closed his eyes as a sharp pain ran through his chest. He felt a tear escape. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. “Oh, fuck.”

How could he have been so careless, so stupid? He thought of Finn's horrified face and the fact that Logan definitely knew by now. If they hadn't confessed their feelings to one another, they certainly had after that display, and Leo would never forgive himself if he was the cause of such an emotional and difficult conversation. Coming out was hard enough on its own, but coming out to your best friend? The one you were in love with? Leo could barely imagine that talk they were probably still having without feeling a weight settle in his gut. He'd caused that. And now he was making their lives more difficult, and the whole team saw them run out, and Leo didn't know what to do. He really didn't know what to do.

He sat there shaking for he didn't know how long, blankly staring at the lights of the city. It was almost calming; peaceful, even, save for the rapid rhythm of his beating heart. He pressed a hand to his chest and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, behind him, he heard some frantic whispers.

“I don't know, Lo, we've looked everywhere.”

“Cherchez-en devantage, encore une fois.”

“I don't speak French.”

“Look again.”

“I'm trying!”

Leo clenched his teeth, eyes widening. He quickly but quietly shuffled his way to the corner, trying to remain out of sight, but he knew he was a sitting duck. He only hoped they gave up before they found him.

What would he even say if they did? I'm in love with you, but you're in love with each other. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I'll leave you be.

No, he couldn't do that. He wasn't strong enough to do that, to let them go completely, nor to ruin a friendship like that that was so intertwined with love and lust and laughter and life- a friendship that had bones, that had history. Leo bit his lip once again at the tears that threatened to claim his vision.

“Le?”

Leo sighed heavily and turned his head. When he opened his eyes, he found Finn and Logan looking at him carefully. Their hands were intertwined.

“Hi,” he said. His voice was rough, even to his own ears. “Hi.”

He saw Logan squeeze Finn's hand and let go. He came to sit beside Leo, criss-crossed and facing him. He was wearing Leo's sweatshirt. If this ended poorly, Leo didn't know if he'd want Logan to keep it or to keep it himself and smell Logan's scent guiltily every time he wore it. He looked so cozy. 

“Ça va?”

Leo just blinked at him. Logan sighed, dropping his head down to look at his fingers, which he was twiddling in his lap.

Finn came to sit across from them both, back against the window. His eyes were soft. “How long have you known?”

Leo shrugged. He looked out past Finn's shoulder at the city lights. “Since you came home from that run. In the freezing rain, and I had to undress you and put you in the shower.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked.

Finn's cheeks were flushed. “You and I were supposed to go to lunch. But you went home with a girl from the bar the night before and then I didn't hear from you the next day.” He shrugged. “I needed to think, so I ran. It was cold and wet.”

Logan looked at him so sadly it was breaking Leo's heart. “Rouge…”

Leo's stomach jolted. A nickname. A sweet one. Red. So they'd obviously figured themselves out.

Finn nudged Logan's thigh with his socked foot. He was wearing Logan's sweatshirt and sweatpants, Leo realized. “It doesn't matter now.” He looked to Leo. “And Logan's? How'd you find out?”

Leo turned back to look out the window. He smiled sadly. “We had a pillow fight in our hotel room. Logan's boxers slid down and his sweatshirt rode up, and, well…” He looked to Finn. “He asked if I knew if what I wanted was right in front of me, but if I still missed it.” He bit his lip as his eyes watered. “That's when I knew he was in love with you.”

Finn was looking with wide eyes at Logan, who was in turn looking intently at Leo. “You knew?”

Leo sniffled. “Of course I knew. Y'all think you're discreet, but you're not.”

Finn nudged him with his toe. “So if you knew, why didn't you say anything? About you.”

“I couldn't do that to you,” Leo said. He put his hands over his eyes. “Fuck, I couldn't do that to you. Your love radiates off of you, and I just figured- I just figured I was the universe's backup. If you didn't get together, one of you would find me.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. “Leo.”

Leo groaned and buried his face in his knees. “Not everyone ends up with their soul mate. My grandma's died when they were teenagers, and my grandpa didn't have one. But they loved each other, and were happy, and I-” He felt his throat closing up. “I had to care about you enough to let you go.”

He heard Logan take in a sharp breath beside him. “Non. Non, Leo.” He knelt up and wrapped an arm around Leo's upper back, pressing his forehead to the back of Leo's curls. “Leo, non. Non, it doesn't have to be like that.”

“I told you it can be, Lo,” Leo said. “That night. With the pillow fight. You're supposed to be with Finn, and I'm supposed to let you go.”

“You are not supposed to do anything like that, Leo.” Finn's voice was thick with tears. “Why would you say that?”

Leo sat up. Logan shifted back, but their thighs were still pressed together. “I didn't want to wreck you. You have history, years of it, and I owed it to you to let you figure out your feelings on your own time.” He looked between them. “Everyone deserves that. I'm sorry if I forced you to do that today.”

They both softened at that and looked at each other briefly. Finn shifted over to the side to be more squarely in front of Leo. He leaned forward and took Leo's hands in his own. They were shaking. “We already knew.”

Leo sat up straighter. “What?”

Logan rested his chin on Leo's shoulder, hand rubbing at his lower back. “Ouais, we figured it out years ago. We just hadn't met you yet.”

At Leo's still-confused look, Finn began to speak again. “It was after Logan scored a hatty in the Beanpot Semis, my junior year. We won, and he stayed late for interviews.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “Nobody was there, in the locker room, so I took my covering off to go shower.” He let out a laugh. “Finn walked in and saw my mark.”

Leo hummed. “And what happened?”

Finn smiled. “I freaked out, Logan followed me to the locker room. Long story short, I showed him mine, we kissed, we got interrupted. We kissed a few more times before I left. We didn't talk about it, not until the day I came to Gryff. But we knew.”

“What we couldn't figure out,” Logan said. “Was you.” He sighed heavily. “Fish tried to talk to me, the day he left. But I told him to look for whoever else was for him- for us. Someone who deserved him.”

Leo touched their temples together. “But you do.”

He could feel Logan’s smile. “Ouais, I know that now.” He shifted, wrapping his arm fully around Leo’s waist. “But I didn't know how to make how I felt work with hockey. With our dream.”

“What changed?”

“You did, sunshine.”

Leo looked at Finn. He let out a surprised laugh. “What?”

Finn smiled at him. “Sunshine. It's what we’re calling you.”

“Soleil,” Logan corrected.

“Well I'm not French, am I?”

“Neither am I! Canada's different.”

Finn rolled his eyes playfully. “Anyways.” He reached out to pluck at one of Leo’s curls. “You came along and made us realize that avoiding what we desired was silly. And that there was so much more to want. To love.”

Leo closed his eyes briefly in a slow blink. His heart was pounding.“Really?”

“Ouais, soleil,” Logan whispered. “It’s because of you.”

Leo nodded. “And are you okay? You figured yourselves out?”

Finn laughed. “Yeah, literally, like, a half hour ago. We kissed, we talked a bit, whatever.” He brought Leo’s hands to his mouth and kissed them. “But then we came looking for you.”

Leo felt his heart kick. “You did?”

“Don't be surprised,” Logan said. “We want you. We love you.” He touched just behind Leo’s ear. “You’re ours. Our soul mate.”

Finn reached one hand out to brush Leo’s jaw. “Do you want that, sunshine?”

Leo closed his eyes again. He felt the heat of their bodies beside him, the softness of their skin. Logan’s nose was pressed to his jaw, obviously impatiently waiting, and Finn’s thumb was tracing soft patterns on his skin. They were handsome, and kind, and good- and Leo was so in love with them.

“Yeah,” he said. He opened his eyes and caught Finn’s gaze. “I do.”

“Leo,” Logan whispered beside him. He nudged at Leo’s cheek, obviously asking. “Leo, je t’aime.”

Leo smiled and turned into him. “I love you.” And then Logan was kissing him.

It was the most gentle kiss Leo had ever received. Logan’s lips were warm and soft, softer than anything Leo had touched, and he kissed like he moved through life: a fierce, focused intensity that burned Leo up from the inside. He started out slow, then peaked with faster, deeper, rougher presses, his hand coming up to grip Leo’s hair, then settled again when Leo rubbed his hip, right over the soul mark. Logan fell against his chest a little. When Leo pulled away, Logan let himself go completely, his head resting on Leo’s shoulder, eyes closed. He looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Finn was looking them both up and down. His pupils were a little blown. When he caught Leo watching, he smiled. “I would like to record that and put it on a loop to watch forever, please and thank you.”

Leo laughed a little, felt Logan do the same, before he slouched back against the wall. Logan was gripping the fabric of his Lions sweatshirt lightly in between his fingers. They both looked at Finn softly as he got himself onto his knees and leaned forward with a smile.

“I love you,” Finn whispered. 

Leo could count each one of his freckles. “I love you, too.”

Finn kissed like he moved through life, too, but it was different than Logan. Finn was motivated by a goal, directing Leo into exactly what he wanted, somehow. He gripped Leo’s jaw gently and firmly at the same time, Leo helpless to do anything but accept what he was given. Leo sighed heavily. Finn kissed him deeper still, and Logan began to kiss up Leo’s neck and jaw. Leo whined, pulling back to catch his breath. “Fuck.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Maybe later.”

Leo laughed and rested his head against the wall behind him. “No, our first time will not be in a hotel. I still smell like chlorine.”

Finn let out a huff through his nose. “Then when will it be? I've gotta mark my calendar, clear my schedule.”

Leo bit his lip around a grin. “In your bed. If you want.”

Finn sucked in a breath. His ears were bright red, and Logan reached up to thumb the shell of one. “Oh, I so want.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He pulled Finn down into a kiss. Leo loved how they looked together. “But now we sleep.”

“Where?” Leo asked.

Logan hummed. “My bed. It's the closest to the door.”

Leo snorted. “Not by much, sweetheart.”

Logan just sighed happily again and snuggled further into Leo’s body. Leo kissed the top of his head. Finn was looking at them both fondly.

“So,” he said. “Does this mean we’re in love? We’re doing this?”

Leo smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re doing this.”

Finn’s expression was nothing short of elated. “Fuck yes.” He leaned down to kiss them both hard. “Best day ever.”

Leo and Logan both laughed. Leo held out a hand. “Help us up, O’Hara.”

Finn grasped onto each of their hands, pulling them from the floor and towards him. When they stood, Leo tried to walk down the hallway, but Finn tugged him back. “Wait.” His eyes, when they met Leo's, were serious. “I just want you to know how much we want this, Le. You aren't some- some ‘third’ in a relationship already involving the two of us. You're not a second choice.”

Logan nodded, stepping into Leo's space. “Ouais, mon coeur. We're equal- all of us, or nothing.”

Leo took them both in for a second. Finn, with his gentleness and his heart on his sleeve; Logan, with his firm, yet loving, touches and the obvious desire and want that was constantly simmering under his skin. They were looking at Leo like he was everything. Leo didn't know what to do with that quite yet, but he figured telling them how he felt was as good a start as any.

“I want you, too,” he said. He cleared his throat. “When I- when I said I was letting you go, it wasn't because I didn't love you. Or because I didn't want you. I just… I thought loving you would cause you more pain when you were obviously already hurting for each other.”

Logan shook his head firmly. “Non.” He leaned up and kissed Leo. “Non, we love each other because we love you.”

Finn nodded, kissing the back of Leo's hand. “You helped us find you and each other, baby. No take backs, okay?”

Leo nodded, smiling with a blush. “Okay.” He stepped forward a bit to bring them closer together. Logan rested his head on Leo's collarbone, and Leo touched his and Finn's temples together. “Let's go to bed.”

Finn nodded. “Mhm. Sleepy time.” He kissed Leo quickly, then ducked to kiss Logan's cheek. “But mark your calendars. My mattress, as soon as that plane lands tomorrow.” 

Leo laughed, and Logan made a happy sound into the fabric of his sweatshirt. “Sure thing Harz,” Leo said. “I'll rearrange my schedule.”

“You fucking better. C'mon, let's go.”

They walked back to the room, Finn holding each of their hands tightly even in the stairwell, which was a little logistically difficult, but they managed. They each took turns showering to get the chlorine off, Finn swiping Logan's toothbrush with a smirk. Logan just rolled his eyes and kissed him. 

Leo came back from his shower to find them both huddled in Logan's hotel bed. Logan still had Leo's sweatshirt on with the hood pulled up, his hair fluffing out in the front as he laughed at something Finn said. Finn was straddling Logan's thighs and talking about something- what, Leo didn't know. Finn talked a lot.

When they heard him come through the doorway, they both looked at him and smiled widely. Finn swung his leg over Logan's hips to settle on the bed. He patted the space in between them. “C'mere, sunshine baby.”

Leo knelt on the end of the mattress and crawled to them. “Is that my new name?”

Finn nodded excitedly. “Among others. I'm workshopping a few. How do you feel about lovernut?”

Leo laughed as he settled onto his back. “Whatever you want, honey.”

Finn smiled at the pet name and leaned in to press kisses to Leo's cheeks. “You're so sweet.”

“Oui,” Logan agreed. He grunted and rolled over to flop on top of Leo with a content sigh. 

Finn tapped his butt hard. “I knew you'd be a koala, you youngest-of-four baby.”

Logan just peeked out at him. “Should I not?”

“No,” Leo said. He kissed Logan's curls. “Wherever you want to sleep, sweetheart, it's okay.”

Logan bit his lip innocently and continued to roll- right in between the two of them. He pressed his nose into Leo's neck. “Mm, c'est chaud ici.”

Finn scoffed. “I thought Leo was in the middle.”

Logan just reached back for Finn's arm. “Ici, rouge.”

Finn melted a little bit. “Fine. Fine, but we have to take turns, okay? Gotta try out all the positions.”

Leo laughed. He reached across Logan's body to brush Finn's hair out of his face. “You just can't help yourself, can you?”

Finn kissed his palm. “No. I'm telling you, it's all I'm going to be thinking about.” He settled down, throwing an arm and a leg across their bodies. “I love you.”

Leo smiled. “I love you.”

“Sleep.”

Finn bit at Logan's jaw. “Say it back, you grump.”

Leo felt Logan's smile against the skin of his neck. Logan kissed his soul mark. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Heyyyy just out of curiosity how often do you post? Don’t feel rushed or pressured to answer this!! Love your blog!

Hi there!

I try and post every 3 to 5 days! I have loads of material, but I spread out posting for reasons I dicuss here. I posted twice today because I will be without signal for a few days in the mountains, so I will be MIA and enjoying the wilderness!

Please keep sending me prompts, because I love them!

Can we get cubs engagement announcement to the team, siblings and parents, etc?? I LOVED the first engagement fic so freaking cute 🥹🥹

This was so cute! Thank you for the prompt. <3

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Finn took a deep breath. This was totally fine. He could do this. It was just his parents. They'd be happy, so happy, he knew for sure. But the nerves still buzzed at the edge of his vision.

They'd spent the first three days of their engagement happy and private, barely leaving their apartment, save for going to the grocery store or the gym. Even then, any more than thirty minutes spent apart was a gaping chasm, and every time they’d stepped back through their apartment heated kisses were shared and clothes were immediately off- not that Finn was complaining. But they hadn't even told anyone yet, and weren't planning on doing so for at least a week.

Until Finn went and spilled the beans to his brother.

Alex, Natalie, and Kasey were visiting Gryffindor for a few days to clear out Kasey and Natalie's old apartment. They'd originally kept that one and Alex's in New York so that they could travel between and visit friends, but after a few years it seemed silly when all of their friends would happily let them stay in their guest rooms anytime. As such, Finn knew he couldn't get out of a meet-up with his brother.

Finn also knew he couldn't keep his mouth shut if he tried. And neither could Alex.

They'd gone to lunch and then out for an afternoon drink. Finn had apparently been jittery, anxious every time a text came through from his fiancées, ranging from sweet love confessions to dirty things he wouldn't dare say out loud. Alex must've noticed, because he smacked Finn's thigh in the middle of the cocktail bar.

“Dude, what is going on? You're jumping out of your skin or something.”

Finn had just bit his nail with wide eyes, bouncing his leg and staring Alex down. But Alex wasn't taking a non-answer.

“Fish, come on.” After a brief silence, Alex put him in a headlock. “Fish, Fish, Fish-”

“Logan and Leo proposed!”

Immediately, Finn had smacked his hand across his mouth. A few people were looking at them, and it was Alex's turn to stare with his mouth ajar. “What?”

Finn had taken the rings out of his pocket and told the whole story. Alex had been happy, shaking him with a whoop! and a hard hug. He'd even yelled out to the restaurant, My little brother's getting married!, which warranted a round of applause and a free drink for them each. In all of the excitement, Finn had forgotten to tell Alex not to say anything.

Logan and Leo had found the whole thing amusing actually. So amusing that, after kissing a flustered Finn, Logan and Leo had suggested blowing off some steam, which took up the next few hours- and then they slept through the entire night.

It wasn't until the following day that Finn actually called Alex up and asked him if he'd told anybody.

“Um,” Alex had said, voice suspiciously high-pitched. “No?”

Finn had groaned. “Really?”

“I couldn't keep it in! And only Kase and Nat, and they keep a secret really well. Or, at least Kasey does.”

Finn had scrubbed a hand over his face. “We just can't help ourselves, huh?”

“We get it from mom.”

And so it was decided. They'd made the spontaneous choice to drive the three hours to New York to tell Haley and Ramsey over dinner. They'd taken the subway from Logan's apartment, and Finn was holding tight to his hand as Leo held the door for them.

“It'll be fine, sweetheart,” he whispered. He pressed a palm to Finn's lower back. “They'll be so happy.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He turned briefly and pressed a palm to Finn's cheek, eyes mischievous. “If you don't freak out, we'll give you a treat at home.”

Finn perked up. “What kind of treat?”

“The cowboy kind,” Leo teased in his ear. Finn could feel his smile against the shell of it. “Saddle up.”

Finn felt a little warm. “Huh.”

“Allez,” Logan said, gesturing to a table. “There they are.”

They had a half-booth, half-table, Alex and Natalie squished in along the wall with Finn's parents. Haley had stood up, using both hands to wave them over.

Finn took a deep breath. “Let's do this. I want my prize.”

Logan kissed his cheek, then led them over.

“There they are!” Haley said again delightedly. “C'mere, sweet boys!” She hugged Logan and Leo first, squeezing them as tight as she always did.

Kasey had stood up, too, to clasp hands with Finn and draw him into a slap on the back. “You two can't keep quiet can you?” he asked. 

Finn laughed. “No.”

Kasey squeezed his shoulder. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Finn O'Hara, what is on your hand?”

Finn pulled back from Kasey's hug abruptly. He stared at the hand that he'd had on Kasey's back, the one with his engagement rings that had surely been visible to the whole table. “Uh…”

“Oh my God!” Haley gasped. She had Logan and Leo's left hands in her own two, and was staring bug-eyed. “Oh my God!” 

They all laughed as she pulled her two future sons-in-law into a hug, arms tight around their upper backs. She was crying, and so was Ramsey, who came up to take Finn into his own arms.

“Dad,” Finn said into Ramsey's shoulder. His throat was tight.

Ramsey just squeezed them tighter. “I'm so happy for you, bud.”

“I really love them.”

Ramsey pulled back to look him in the eye. “And they really love you.”

Finn wanted to reply, but couldn't, as his mom swept him into a hug. “Oh, my baby!”

For some reason, being in his mom's embrace caused Finn to really cry. “Mom. Mom, I'm getting married.”

That set Haley off, too. “You are, honey.” She lowered her arms to cup his face. Her smile was the widest Finn had ever seen it. “Now you can finally have your dream wedding.”

Leo laughed loudly as Finn turned bright red. “His dream wedding?”

Haley looked over at Leo and Logan, who had their arms around each other. “Mm hm,” she nodded. “Up until he was ten he had all these plans for his dream wedding.”

“Mom,” Finn said. He put a hand over his flushed face. “Stop.”

She just kissed his cheek. “My baby's getting married!” she whispered excitedly.

There was a wolf whistle from Natalie, who had stood with Alex to hug Logan and Leo. “Well done, Freckle. Couple of studs you got.”

“Hey,” Alex pouted. “Kasey and I are your only studs.”

Kasey kissed his cheek. “You can't argue with cold hard facts, hon.”

Alex scowled, but leaned into his arms.

After that, it was a flurry of hugs and congratulations before they finally sat down and ordered some wine and pasta. Leo was telling Haley the whole story of their engagement for the third time, Logan's hand clutched in his and resting on the table. Finn sat on the other side of Leo with Kasey, across from Alex and Natalie. He rubbed his palm up and down Leo's thigh to get rid of his nervous energy. 

“So,” Natalie said. She held out her hand expectantly. “Let's see them.”

Finn placed his left palm in hers, allowing her to examine his finger. She smiled and nodded approvingly. “Very you.”

Finn shrugged. “Yeah, they did a good job.” He glanced at his fiancés. Leo's gold chain was around Logan's neck and catching the light. Logan turned to Leo and said something with a smile, Leo kissing his cheek while Haley and Ramsey beamed at them. Finn turned back to his end of the table. “They beat me to it.”

Kasey furrowed his brow. “Huh?”

Finn took a sip of wine. “I was going to go to the jewelers next week and pick out rings. But they beat me to it, the both of them.”

Natalie laughed. “It's not a competition.”

Finn narrowed his eyes. “No, but my vows are gonna be so good they're gonna cry.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “That's kind of the goal of all of the vows.”

“Well,” Finn scoffed. “Then mine will make them cry the hardest.”

Alex shook his head. “You're so fucking weird.”

Finn stuck his tongue out at him. “I'll tell mom you're being mean to me.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “You can't do that.”

“Mom!” Finn said, turning to look at his parents. Haley's eyebrows were already raised in exasperation. “Alex is being mean to me.”

Haley sighed and looked to Leo and Logan. “Are you sure you want that one?”

They both laughed. Leo wrapped an arm around Finn and placed a kiss to the top of his head. “Yeah, we're sure.”

Finn just smiled dopily. Haley cooed and took out her phone. “Go on, boys, get together for a picture.” She gestured frantically with her hands. “Finn, Logan, honey, go stand behind Leo, come on.”

Finn and Logan complied, scraping their chairs back to stand behind Leo. They each had an arm around each other and an arm draped over Leo's shoulders, who was so tall, even in the chair. Finn kissed his forehead, then Logan's. “All good, lovers?”

Haley beamed at them and counted down. “Three, two, one, smile!”

The camera flashed, and their smiles were preserved for forever.

***

“Fuck me.”

Leo rested his chin on Logan’s hoodie-covered head to look at Finn, who'd flopped down on the other side of the couch and tangled his ankles with theirs. He laughed. “That can be arranged.”

Finn smiled sleepily. “I seem to remember we just did that.” He yawned. “I meant I was tired. But I'll take you up on your offer tomorrow, let me rest up.”

Logan stretched, reaching behind himself to grab on Leo’s shoulders and arch upward. Leo snorted. “Well, at your service, my liege.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed happily, eyes closed. “Merci.”

Leo kissed his head. “You have no shame.”

Logan just scratched at Leo’s scalp. “Allez, what time is it?”

“Nine o’clock, baby.”

“Ouais, I've got to call my family. It's Thursday.”

Every Thursday possible, the Tremblay family had a group family video call. Finn and Leo usually said a quick hello, but it was mostly for Logan’s parents to keep track of all their children and check in. Sometimes they didn't all make it, depending on their game schedule, but during the summer it was a sacred and special thing. Even more special that tonight, after revealing it to the O’Haras the day before, Logan was going to tell his parents and sisters the big news.

Logan sighed, pressing back into Leo once more before standing with a groan. His back popped which made Leo laugh. Logan just sent him a scowl.

“I love you,” Leo said with a smile. “Even if you're an aging athlete.”

Finn tweaked his foot. “That joke gets less funny the older we all get.”

Leo winked then leaned his chin up for a kiss from Logan. Logan's face softened before he cupped Leo’s jaw, Leo’s lips soft as a feather against his own. He kissed him once, twice, three times before lingering a moment. 

“D'accord,” he said. “I've got to go tell them.”

Finn smacked him on the butt and leaned up for a hard kiss of his own. “Go get ‘em, Tremblay.”

Logan smiled sheepishly then walked to their bedroom.

He grabbed their iPad from their dresser and flicked out its kickstand, placing it on the bed in front of him as he sat back against the pillows. The icon of their family group chat was a picture of their childhood cats, Mille-feuille and Colette, who'd passed away just before Logan's senior year of college. He smiled and clicked on the video camera icon. Immediately, his family's faces filled the screen. Sydney was with their parents in Rimouski, and Aubrey was visiting Noelle for a couple of weeks, so they were pressed close together in the frame. A flurry of French greeted him and he smiled.

“Salut,” he said. “Ça va?”

His mother immediately launched into a story of some rabbits eating the lettuce in the garden, Noelle saying that they should build the gate around it lower into the ground and higher upwards. His mother tisked at her, which launched another playful argument, and Logan tried to pretend he was listening, but he was biting his nails. 

Aubrey, who was telling them about a new salad recipe she'd made the other day, stopped suddenly in the middle of her sentence. Her eyes bugged out and her mouth parted. “Merde,” she said.

“Quoi?” his mother asked. “What's wrong?”

Aubrey looked at Noelle and then back to the screen. “Look. At Logan’s hand.”

Logan jerked back to attention. Busted. 

Noelle gave a gasp, which set his parents and Sydney off in a confused frenzy, until Sydney realized and started slapping at their father's shoulder. “Oh my goodness, look, look, look!”

Logan smiled sheepishly, holding his left hand up in front of his face. His mother leaned in to get a closer look over her glasses. When she realized, she let out a shout and jolted backwards, covering her mouth in surprise. Logan's dad was smiling.

“T!” Noelle called in English. “T, baby, come over here right now!”

There was a thumping sound, and then Thomas was in the frame behind Noelle and Aubrey. “What? What's happened?”

“Our little Lolo is a betrothed man.”

Thomas squinted, then a huge smile broke over his face. “Fuck yes! Way to fucking go, Tremz.”

“Merci.” Logan said. He could tell his face was bright red.

Sydney tapped the table in front of her anxiously. “You still haven't told us the story, Lolo.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “I'm getting to it.”

“Allez.”

Logan narrowed his eyes at her before sighing and telling them what had happened. His mother gasped when he got to the part about Leo walking out of the room; Marius, Thomas, and his sisters laughed. He smiled. It felt good, to share this with his family. There was a time when he'd have been scared out of his mind to reveal these sorts of details of his life with them. Now, he talked about Leo and Finn and smiled, especially when his father asked to see them.

“Allez, we've got to talk to our sons-in-law,” he said with an arm around Iva's shoulders. They were both slightly teary-eyed.

Logan held up a finger and turned to the slightly ajar bedroom door. “Soleil? Rouge?” he called.

There was the sound of footsteps and then they were standing in the doorway, Leo's arm around Finn's waist and both of them smiling at him. Logan's heart jolted. 

“Sup, baby?” Finn said. 

Logan patted the bed. “Ici. They want to see you.”

Finn's grin widened and he jumped heavily on the bed, jostling them both. He wrapped two arms around Logan's shoulders and pressed a smacking kiss to his cheek before turning to the screen. “Hi, folks,” he said in his Finn way. “How are we?”

“Finnegan,” Noelle said excitedly. “I hear you're a promised man.”

Finn waggled his fingers. “Twice over, Christmas. Got me some bling.”

Marius laughed. “Hi, Finn. We’re so happy for you. Where's Leo?”

“Here!” Leo crawled, much more gently than Finn had, onto the bed on Logan's other side. Logan smiled at him and Leo kissed his forehead, lacing their fingers together. “Howdy, y'all.”

“Gentlemen,” Thomas said. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks, T.” Finn raised his eyebrows and leaned in conspiratorially. “You're the first on the team to know, so keep it on the DL please.”

Thomas’ eyes lit up with mischief. “Oh man. Special privileges. They're gonna be so jealous.”

Leo snorted. “That's one way to think of it, T.”

Finn reached around to brush his thumb over the back of Leo's neck. “We'll tell them at Cap and Loops’ get-together this weekend. Still gotta call Leo's parents when they get back from vacation tomorrow.”

“Well.” Iva clapped her hands together. “Boys, we are so excited to make you part of the family. Our Lolo is very lucky.”

Logan could feel the smile Leo pressed into his hair. “We're lucky, too.”

They all just smiled for a moment before Aubrey let out an uncharacteristic snort.

“Quoi?” Logan asked, straightening. “What's so funny.”

“Nothing,” Aubrey said, trying to hide her amusement. “Just- Leo, are you ready to go from being an only child to having a gazillion siblings?”

That made them all laugh. Leo's smile was bright and wide, and Logan vowed to kiss it when they ended the call. “I don't really have a choice, do I?” he said rhetorically. He squeezed Logan's hand. “Y'all are trouble.” He let go to smack the back of Finn’s head lightly. “But not more than him and Alex.”

“Hey.”

Iva beamed. “Oh, Leo, Finn, we are just so excited!” Logan didn't think he'd ever heard his mother talk so animatedly. She raised her eyebrows at her son. “You keep your father and I updated with the plans, you hear me? No being shy about this, Lobear.”

Logan rolled his eyes and blushed. “Ouais, maman.”

They chatted for a few more minutes before Noelle, Aubrey, and Thomas had to leave to meet some of Noelle's teammates for a drink, and Sydney, Marius, and Iva had to finish cleaning the kitchen. With lots of excited ‘I love yous’, the iPad screen finally went dark. Logan let out a heavy breath, flopping back against the pillows. Leo scratched the hair at the base of his scalp.

“Mm.” Logan leaned into his fingers and opened his eyes sleepily. “Soleil.”

Leo smiled and kissed him softly. “Proud of you, sweetheart.” 

Logan sighed contentedly. Leo's mouth was soft and gentle against his own. He was going to be lulled to sleep until he felt two arms squeeze hard around his waist. He broke away with an amused wheeze. “Rouge-”

Finn ignored him and rolled into him. “Way to fucking go, Tremblay.” He kissed Logan hard, bracketing his thighs with his knees. He was smiling widely when he pulled away. “We're getting fucking married.”

Leo and Logan laughed. “Ouais,” Logan whispered. 

Finn knelt up away from their faces to let out a whoop! and then he was back to crushing Logan's body beneath his own. His nose was so close to Logan's that Logan’s eyes crossed. He jostled them around a bit with a happy laugh, then knelt up again to do the same to Leo, kissing him in that sloppy way he did when he was really excited and energetic.

“Geez,” Leo said around his laughter and Finn's heavy kisses. “Jesus, Harz, oh my Lord. You need- mm- you need to go for a run or something.”

Finn pulled away and shook his head rapidly. “No I don't. We're getting married, peanut!”

They both just laughed and let him tackle them into the bed. Logan's heart was so full.

***

Leo hummed to himself as the ringtone sounded through his AirPods. He could vaguely hear Logan and Finn puttering around in the living room and the soft music they'd put on, but the sound of the sizzling pan and his phone overrode that. After a few moments, there was a swooshing sound and Eloise and Wyatt's faces appeared on the screen where Leo had his cell phone propped against their salt jar.

“Hi, honey!” Eloise said with a wide smile. Her and Wyatt were both tan. “How are you?”

“Good, mama. How was vacation?”

“Caught a big one off the coast, Le,” Wyatt said. “Allez, the guide took a photo on a professional camera, so I'll send it to you once I receive the drive.”

Leo smiled at his father. He loved how he and his parents switched from French to English so easily, their sentences half and half. “Ouais, sounds good dad.  Y'all look tan.”

“Oh, honey, that Florida sun really gets you. Doesn't it, Wy?”

“Sure thing.” 

Eloise nodded then rested her chin in her palm. Her fingers were painted a nice peach. “What's new with you, sweetheart?”

Leo bit his lip around a grin. He made sure that when he spoke he was looking at them. He saw two sets of his own blue eyes reflected right back at him. “Logan proposed.”

Eloise's mouth fell open and Wyatt's eyes crinkled as a smile took over his face. “He didn't.” When Leo nodded, Wyatt let out a barking laugh. “Congratulations, bud.”

Eloise still looked shocked, but her eyebrows were furrowed. “Honey, I thought you were- you showed us the rings!”

Leo laughed with his whole body. “I did, too. This past weekend.”

Eloise raised her eyebrows. “Quoi? And, why, Leo Knut, did you take so long to tell us?”

Leo could feel himself flushing. He coughed. “Well, we- um, we were going to wait until this upcoming weekend.”

“Mm hm,” Eloise said, her eyes knowing. “And you didn't because…?”

“Finn spilled the beans to Alex.”

Both his parents laughed, giving fond shakes of their heads, which is where, Leo realized, he picked up the habit. His mother pointed her finger at him. “D'accord, allez. Tell us everything, sweet boy.”

So Leo did. His parents listened intently, as they always did, interrupting only with exclamations and gasps, a laugh or two in there as well. Leo kept himself busy with the spicy vodka sauce he was making to go with their breaded chicken and pasta. It felt natural, to cook in his Gryffindor kitchen while talking with his parents about Logan and Finn, the two boys just behind him as they dusted and washed the leather sofa. He knew they were only getting half the conversation, Finn even less as Leo and his parents switched effortlessly between their two languages, but he'd tell them later.

Or now, which is what Eloise requested.

“Now, bring my two boys over here, please. I want to see them.” She let out an excited noise and tapped his father on the forearm repeatedly. “Oh, Wy, we're getting some more kids!”

Wyatt just laughed. “Sure are, honey.”

Leo smiled at them and took out his AirPods, shutting them off in their case. He looked over his shoulder to find his fiancés on the couch, Finn reading to Logan softly above the music that they still had playing. It sounded like one of Leo's old country albums.

“Guys,” he said. “Your mother-in-law requests the presence of her two new favorite children.”

Finn's head immediately popped up. “Oh boy.” He grinned widely and patted Logan’s back. “Up and at ‘em, Tremblay.”

They both stood and came over to where Leo had moved to the other side of the counter so they could all fit.

“You know, Eloise,” Finn said mischievously. “You can't really have two favorites.”

Logan shoved him. “Non, you can. What do you think this relationship is?”

Finn nudged him pleadingly. “Let me try and win her over as the favorite, you already had your chance.”

Leo felt his heart warm at the way his parents smiled at them. 

“Oh, my boys,” Eloise said. “We are so excited!”

“So excited,” Wyatt agreed. He nodded. “Well done, Logan. It looks nice.”

Logan blushed. “Merci.”

Leo looked at his father with narrow eyes. “Did you know?”

Wyatt shrugged. “Logan asked me for permission a while ago. But you'd already bought your rings for them, too, so I didn't say anything.”

Finn turned to Leo and Logan. “Did you both ask for permission from our families?”

Leo blushed. “Maybe.”

“Then,” Finn started. “Did all of our families know?”

Wyatt shook his head. “I don't think so. Marius called me, and he'd talked to Haley. We all knew it was going to happen, but we didn't think it'd happen at the same time.” He laughed. “We figured one of you would ask, then the other at a later date. We had a bet going on who would ask first. Marius and I are both fifty bucks richer each, I guess, but just barely.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Thanks, dad.”

Wyatt winked. “Logan seemed impatient.”

Logan laughed nervously. “Ouais. Ouais, I was.” 

Eloise elbowed Wyatt lightly. “Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped with something!”

Wyatt kissed the side of her head. “There was nothing to help with, dear. Plus, Logan called when you were out for wine night with the Michelle and Elliot, and when that happens y’all don't come back for ages. I wanted it to be a surprise for you, too, honey, so I told him yes for both of us.” 

Eloise narrowed her eyes but accepted another kiss from him. “You're lucky I love you, Wyatt Knut. And that this is a good surprise.” She turned her eyes back to the screen. “Now, Logan, Finn, sweethearts, tell me. How's summer? We’re looking forward to y’all coming down in a couple weeks, Wyatt’s got the cellar stocked with cocktail mixers for you.” 

Leo took that as his cue to leave the conversation and head back to his cooking. When his mother wanted to talk to his boys they chatted for hours, and he figured he might as well be productive with his time. 

He kissed each of their cheeks before walking around to the other side of the counter, opening the oven to check on the breaded chicken. Behind him he could hear his parents’ voices, slightly tinny through the phone, Finn's barking laugh, and Logan's softer accent. Wyatt and Eloise had asked to see the rings and Finn was busy showing them off, holding Logan's hand as though he was displaying a perfume bottle in a store. Leo shook his head fondly. He didn't really mind if he wasn't the favorite son any more (even though his mother would always call him her baby)- his future husbands were worthy opponents to lose to. Plus, it's not as though their relationship shied away from competition. 

Leo bit his lip as his face heated up against the spine-melting memories of the last few days. He leaned against the cabinets beside the stove as he turned to look at Finn and Logan. They were still laughing and talking, Finn regaling Leo's parents with a story about a crazy squirrel fight he'd witnessed on his run the other day. He caught Leo's eye and winked before going back to the story, Eloise and Wyatt laughing through the screen. Logan saw him do it and turned to look, too, his face lighting up even further when he saw Leo. He pursed his lips to lightly blow a kiss. Leo placed a hand over his rapidly beating heart. If he could, he thought, he'd get down on one knee and ask them to marry him all over again.

***

“Mm, are you sure we have to go to this party?”

Leo grinned against Finn's mouth as they kissed across the car console. “You love parties.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “But you look so good in that shirt and with your curls that I'm finding it difficult to want to leave the car.” He turned to look at Logan in the row behind them with a smirk. “How about I find us a shaded space to park on a back road and we have some fun in the back seat?”

“Non,” Logan said. He leaned forward to kiss Finn’s cheek. “We have to tell them.”

Finn groaned and banged his forehead into the headrest. “But we just got engaged!”

Leo smiled and reached across the console to cup Finn's head and kiss his cheek. “C'mon, sweetheart. Let's go.”

Finn huffed but opened his driver side door. Logan jumped out to open the trunk and grab the cooler with Leo's portion of the barbecue- various salads, corn bread, and some of his mama’s butterscotch cookies.

“I can get that, Lo, if you want.”

Logan shook his head firmly. “Non.” He leaned up for a kiss. “I got this, soleil, you go enjoy the party.”

Leo smiled at him. He looked good, with his partially-unbuttoned pink shirt and blue checkered shorts- like a summer dream in the August heat. His hair was longer, too, the curls fanning out over his ears and lighter from the summer sun. 

“Ugh,” Finn said. “You have to stop.”

Logan turned to find Finn glaring at them with his arms crossed. “Quoi?”

“Your arms,” Finn said, gesturing to where Logan's biceps were flexing while holding the cooler, tan skin on display against his black tank top. Finn stared at him for a moment before flashing his eyes to Leo. “And you, just-” He waved his hand up and down. “-fucking everything, ugh.” He hung his head. “This will be the longest party of my life.”

Logan and Leo both laughed. Leo took Finn's hand and tugged him to the gate on the side of the house. “C'mon.”

The party was in full swing when they walked around to the back yard. There were lawn games set up and tables lined with food. Celeste and Lyall Lupin were by the large grill Sirius and Remus had, plates of marinated meat beside them waiting to be cooked. Finn and Leo went ahead to greet Thomas and Noelle. Logan saw Thomas give them each a huge slap on the back and a big smile, and Noelle looked like she was about to buzz out of her skin. Logan grinned softly. 

“Hey there, Tremz.”

Logan turned to find both Remus and Sirius approaching him. They were both in summer clothes and Remus pushed his sunglasses up into his hair to give Logan a hug. “How are you?”

“Good,” Logan said. He gestured to the cooler. “Where can I put this?”

“Over here,” Sirius said. He picked up one side and helped Logan bring it over to one of the tables. “Leo's handiwork?”

“Yeah,” Logan laughed, opening the cooler so they could both begin unloading some salads. “He made that farro salad you like, Loops, and some spicy corn bread and some not spicy cornbread. Oh, and his mama's butterscotch cookies, they're my-”

A gasp from Remus interrupted him. Sirius looked up, alarmed. “Quoi? Mon loup?”

But Remus ignored him. His eyes were on Logan's hand that was holding a Tupperware container. Logan looked down at his hand and then back up sheepishly. A slow, wide smile crept its way across Remus’ face. “Really?” 

Logan nodded.

“Oh my God!” Remus whispered excitedly. He darted forward and pulled Logan into an excited hug. “Oh my God, congratulations!”

“Quoi?” Sirius asked again. “What, what's happening?”

Remus pulled back and smacked Sirius on the arm. “Look.”

Sirius looked Logan up and down a moment. His eyebrows were furrowed. “I don't understand. What am I-?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “His hand, baby.”

Sirius took another moment to scan Logan. When his eyes caught on his ring, they widened. “Non.”

Logan nodded quickly, his face warm. “Ouais. Leo proposed.”

“But I thought- mais, you had bought-”

“I did. And Leo did. At the same time.” Logan laughed sheepishly and brushed his hand over the back of his neck. “Guess we had the same idea.” 

Sirius just stared at Logan for another moment. Then he barreled forward and pulled him into a clumsy hug, knocking Logan backwards a little bit. “You're getting married,” he whispered in French.

“Ouais,” Logan said. “I'm getting married.”

Sirius slapped his back a few more times. Logan knew they were probably being too obvious, but it felt so good to tell others besides their family that he couldn't find himself to care.

“Mon fil,” came Dumo's low voice. “I'm assuming this has to do with the ring on your finger, and the ones on Leo's and Finn's?”

Logan and Sirius broke apart to find Pascal looking at them with a knowing smile on his face. His eyes were crinkled at the edges and he opened his arms for Logan.

“Leo proposed,” he whispered into Pascal’s shoulder. “And- and I proposed.”

Dumo laughed. “Of course you did it at the same time.”

Logan didn't even have it in him to snark back. Pascal patted him on the shoulder a few times before letting him go with a smile. 

“Did you tell your families?” Sirius asked. 

Logan rolled his eyes. “Finn accidentally told Alex. We were going to wait a bit.”

Pascal laughed loudly. “That sounds like him.”

“Alex is around here somewhere with Kasey and Natalie,” Remus said. “Let's hope he hasn't spilled the beans, yet.”

Logan laughed. “Kasey told him the other night that he couldn't talk about it anymore until we told everyone.”

It seemed, though, that they wouldn't be keeping it in any longer. There was a shout from across the yard that sounded like James. Logan peeked around Remus’ shoulder to see Lily pulling Leo down into a tight hug, chattering excitedly in his ear, and James holding Finn's hand and staring, bug eyed. He looked up at Finn's face with a huge smile. “No fucking way!” 

Finn laughed and accepted James’ hug. 

Sirius sighed. “Not a secret anymore.”

Logan smiled. “Ah, non. But that's okay.”

“Little brother, get over here!” Noelle shouted. She was standing beside Lily, who was looking at Leo’s ring. “Come greet your admirers!”

From there it was a lot of hugs and back slaps, congratulations and way to gos in limitless supply. Logan clutched tightly to Leo's hand as Finn did a dramatic retelling over their engagement story, complete with hand movements and terrible impressions of Leo and Logan's accents. Leo shook his head fondly multiple times and Finn winked at him before continuing. It got people laughing, Logan supposed, even if Finn exaggerated certain bits in that very obvious, sarcastic way he did. 

After, Lyall and Celeste called for dinner, and then it was back to the normal chaos of the party. Logan and Remus won a competitive game of corn hole against Pascal and Sirius, who was cursing in French underneath his breath half the time. Remus laughed at him and chirped back. Sirius just glared at him playfully before breaking into a smile. 

At one point, when they'd settled down around the two fire pits, Logan found himself on Leo's lap in a camp chair. Finn was off mixing drinks with Celeste and Hope Lupin, and Logan watched his freckles darken in the dying light. They framed his smile as he laughed. His hair looked bronze in the sunset.

Leo kissed the back of his neck. “Ça va?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.” He turned to look. The setting sun also made Leo's hair shine, but it was golden, save for the gray streak. Logan reached up to play with the corkscrew curl. “You both look good. In the sunset.”

Leo smiled. “So do you. Makes you look even more tan. Turns your eyes to jewels.”

Logan bit his lip, smitten, and leaned in to kiss Leo softly. Leo smelled like summer and his cologne and tasted like Logan's future husband. He wanted to kiss Finn and taste the same flavor. 

“We're getting married,” he sighed against Leo's mouth.

Leo kissed his cheek. “We are.”

“Allez,” Logan said, settling himself more firmly in Leo's lap. “Let's go. Now.”

Leo snorted and shook his head. “No, you've gotta let my parents have enough time to buy plane tickets. My mama would cry if she missed our wedding.”

Logan slumped against his chest with a happy hum. “Our wedding.”

Leo smiled and tucked Logan's face into his neck. “Not too soon. I wanna enjoy being your fiancé for a bit, first.”

Logan hummed again and kissed Leo's jaw. 

A hand settled itself on Logan's back. “Order up, husbands.”

Leo laughed and accepted his drink. “Not yet.”

Finn shrugged. “I'm testing it out.” He gave Leo a quick kiss. “How are we?”

Logan sat up to take his drink. “Bien, merci.” He took a sip. Finn was just looking at him with a smile. “Quoi?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.” He looked between them. “You both just look gorgeous in the sunset.”

Logan settled against Leo's chest that was shaking with laughter. He let out an airy laugh of his own before reaching out his hand. Finn took his fingers and squeezed.

“Allez,” Logan said. He yawned. “Let's finish this drink and then say goodbye. I'm sleepy.”

Leo pressed a kiss to the back of his head. “I'll go pack up the containers.”

“Uh uh,” Finn said. He waved Leo off. “You cooked it all, and Lo unloaded it, so I'll load it, peanut butter. Give me ten minutes.”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “It does not take ten minutes to load the cooler.”

Finn winked at him. “It will when I keep getting distracted by watching my future husbands from across the yard.”

Logan could tell Leo was blushing and could practically see his eyeroll, even without looking at his face. He smiled into Leo’s shoulder and peeked out at Finn.

“Ugh,” Finn said. “So gorgeous.” He kissed their cheeks hard and then backed away. “Be back! Don't get married without me!”

Leo squeezed his arms tighter around Logan. “We sure picked a weird one.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. “Ouais, we did.”

“I think we keep him around anyways.”

Logan kissed Leo's cheek. “Ouais. I'll keep you, too.”

Leo kissed him on the mouth slowly. “Sounds good to me.”

They sat there in silence, watching as their teammates laughed and chatted. It was calmer- some of the kids had gone inside to watch a movie. Pascal, Sirius, and Kasey were all passed out in a couple of Adirondack chairs. Lily, Natalie, and Alex were taking pictures of them and laughing. Remus and Thomas were playing some sort of board game on a picnic blanket with Cole and Layla. Logan stretched. New York was good, but Gryffindor would always be home.

Finn appeared in front of them, cooler in his hands. “Ready?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.” He yawned again. “Tired.”

“Let's get up, sweetheart,” Leo said. “Bedtime.”

They stood and said their goodbyes with promises to meet some of their friends for lunch or dinner soon, and before Logan knew it he was being sleepily shuffled along by Leo to their car. Finn had the trunk open.

“Your butterscotch cookies were a hit, butter baby,” he said, closing the trunk door. He pouted. “None left for us.” 

Leo opened his free arm to let Finn press against them. “I set some aside for us at home, don't worry honey.”

Finn kissed his cheek. “I knew I agreed to marry you for a reason.” He twirled the keyring around his finger. “Let's go home.”

“Un moment,” Logan sighed. He sank into their bodies. “Let me hug you. We just got engaged.”

Their smiles against his skin lit him up warmer than he ever thought possible.

Can you write how each of the cubs would react to the others getting injured? Thanks so much and we appreciate you!!!

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Vancouver, Canada

“Harz!” 

Finn spotted Remus up the ice, miles ahead of the defenseman chasing after him. He was approaching the blue line. If Finn timed it right, the puck would sail across before Remus, and they could avoid the offside call, leaving just Remus, Sirius, who was coming up the other wing, and the Canucks goalie. Finn raised his stick a little and saucered the puck over, Remus letting it feed through and onto his stick.

Finn had barely brought his own stick down before a body slammed into him. A sharp pain bloomed from his mid to lower back, and he fell with a cry.

He heard the goal horn, and the Canucks player beside him muttering an apology. Finn groaned and winced. Thomas came into his line of vision. “Trainer over here!” He looked down at Finn. “Shit, you alright, Freckle?”

Finn tried for a smile, but he knew it was strained. Leo skated up beside Thomas, blue eyes concerned behind his mask. “What happened, sweetheart?”

“My back,” Finn said. “Fuck, that stings.”

“Coming through, Knut, Walker,” came Lars’ voice. He knelt beside Finn. “Talk to me, seventeen.”

“Thirty-four got me good in the back.”

“Can you sit up?”

Finn tried, but the sharp pain stung him again. “Fuck.”

“Okay,” Lars said. He looked behind him. “Layla, on his other side. We can stabilize him enough to get him to the PT room.”

Together, they helped Finn stand, trying to limit his spine movement as much as possible. He sent Leo a small smile before disappearing down the tunnel.

***

They won, 4-2. Finn watched from the PT room, sucking on a raspberry ice pop Layla had given him to keep him occupied. Just a back strain, nothing major, but he'd be out for a week or two just to be sure. Now, he was impatiently waiting for his sunshine, who was no doubt pulling off his goalie pads. When he heard footsteps, his ears perked up. Leo's voice rang through, like he was talking on the phone. Finn smiled- he knew exactly who that was.

“He's fine, Lo,” Leo said as he opened the door. “Lars just came and told us, it's just a strain.” Logan said something back in French, and Leo shook his head fondly. He said something back before turning to look at Finn. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Finn smiled back. “Is there steam coming out of his ears?”

“Only a little.” Leo came and stood beside him, holding out the phone so Finn could get a full view of Logan’s furrowed brows and intense eyes. “Say hello.”

“Hi, grumpy,” Finn said. “How's it hanging?”

Logan just huffed. “What happened?”

“Just got a little banged up along the board. It's a minor back strain- I'll miss a week, two weeks tops.”

“Promise?”

Finn kissed his fingers and touched the screen. “Promise.” He leaned into the kiss Leo pressed to his forehead. “Good practice?”

“Ouais, until I learned you got injured and I'm not there to see it.”

Leo snorted. “What would you have done, beat the guy up?”

“Ouais.”

“Feisty little attack dog,” Finn teased, just to see the way Logan narrowed his eyes at him. “I love you, baby. We'll call you from the hotel.”

“Ouais, I love you, too.” He looked to Leo. “Good game, soleil. Nice save in the second.”

Leo tilted his head and took Logan in. “Thanks, sweetheart. We've gotta go. I love you, we'll call you in an hour and a half, max, okay?”

“Oui, I'll be waiting.”

Leo blew a kiss, then hung up. He looked at Finn with an amused expression. “Ten bucks he'll be waiting by his phone until we call again.”

Finn snorted. “Oh, a hundred percent. Probably will stare at it, too, until it, like, explodes or something.”

Leo laughed and kissed him lightly. “C'mon, freckle face. Time to go.”

“I might need some assistance. Of the physical kind.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.” He grabbed Finn's hand gently. “Up you go.”

Leo wrapped an arm around Finn's waist, easing the pain in his back. Finn waggled his eyebrows. “Got my hot stuff-care staff.”

Leo sighed and kissed his cheek with a grin. “C'mon. Grumpy's waiting for us.”

***

Gryffindor, USA

“Yes, baby scored!” 

Finn drummed on Leo's belly excitedly as they watched a replay of Logan’s goal. Percy’s saucer pass landed just on Logan's stick, which he slid underneath the pads of the Lightning goalie. Finn kissed behind Leo's ear repeatedly in celebration.

“Fucking beautiful, baby, geez.”

Leo laughed and reached a hand back to scratch at Finn’s scalp. “You're such a puppy. Full of energy.”

“How can you not be? We've got a sexy boyfriend that five-holes goalies like it's his job.”

“It is.”

“Even better.”

They settled back into the couch cushions again as the teams reset, Finn distractedly pressing his lips to Leo’s skin again. He always had such nervous energy when Logan was playing. He itched to be out on the ice with him again, tearing it up together, Leo a solid wall at their backs.

On the TV screen, Luke faced the Tampa center at the dot, sticks across his thighs. The ref dropped the puck and the Rangers won it. It was a bit of a scuffle, each team fighting hard in their offensive zone. After about a minute, Logan's line hopped the boards again. Alex cleanly checked Tampa's left defenseman and sent the puck up the boards where Logan was waiting with his stick. Finn was staring intently, focused just on Logan, but Leo let out a gasp. “Lo, watch-”

There was a cracking sound as number twenty-three crashed into Logan. He let out a yell, his stick tumbling from his hands, the right one cradled against his stomach.

“Shit,” Leo said, sitting up straight. Finn gripped his hips tightly. “Shit, Logan.”

The camera zoomed in on his face. He was in obvious pain, eyes shut, and talking rapidly to Alex. A trainer came up and asked him a couple questions, hand on his back as she led Logan off the ice. Both teams tapped their sticks against the boards. Finn and Leo watched as Logan disappeared down the tunnel. Finn looked at the clock- three minutes left in the third, and the Rangers were up 3-1.

Leo was bouncing his leg. “What happened?”

Finn drew him back down to him. “My bet is on his wrist, sunshine. I'm sure we'll hear something soon.”

Leo was biting his nails, which he only did when he was really nervous. “He's broken a lot of fingers, too, which isn't good if he keeps doing it.”

Finn drew Leo's hand away from his mouth and kissed it. “Just breathe, Le, baby. We won't know until we know.”

Leo couldn't sit still for the rest of the game, so he busied himself with cleaning up the kitchen from their dinner. Finn kept one eye on the TV, one eye on Leo's back. When he asked him if he needed help, Leo just shook his head with a, No thanks, sweetheart, and continued puttering around. Finn raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

About forty-five minutes after the period ended, Finn's phone began to ring.

Leo slid over from the kitchen. “Who is it?”

“Will,” Finn said. He swiped to answer the video call. “Hey, Marshy-Marsh, how's it going?”

Will's jovial smile filled the screen. “Hey there, Harz. Figured I'd call and give you an update.”

Finn smiled back. “Aw, look at you, you softie.”

Will rolled his eyes. The background kept shifting behind him, as though he was walking. “I'm heading to PT right now.” There was the sound of a door opening, and then Percy's voice. Will grinned at whoever was in the room. “Hey, Tremz, I've got your better halves.”

Leo sat down, blue eyes expectant. Finn snorted. “Yeah, hey, Will? I've got an icy blue goalie stare burning a hole in my phone. May you please take us to our grumpy liege?”

Will laughed. “Sure thing.”

Percy came into the frame, smile wide. “‘Sup, A'Horo?”

“Hi, Sharmall.”

“Fish.”

“Okay, okay,” Finn said, patting Leo's thigh. “It's good to see you guys.”

Will took the cue, handing the phone over. Logan’s face filled the screen. “Salut.”

“Are you okay?” Leo asked, leaning in. His words came out in a rush. “What happened? That looked nasty, Lo. Have you eaten?”

Logan let out a full body laugh. “I'm okay, mon soleil. Broken wrist, but I should be back after Christmas.” He tilted his head and gazed at Leo fondly. “And Luke's getting Chinese food. Then I go to the hospital to get a real cast.”

Leo nodded approvingly. “Good. You can eat that with one hand.”

Logan blew him a kiss, then looked at Finn. “Rouge, ça va?”

“All good baby,” Finn replied. He touched his fingers to his phone screen. “Little worried about you. Which hand was it, again?”

“Right,” Logan said. He winked. “Not the one with my engagement ring.”

“Well thank God for that.” Finn turned his head to find Leo biting his nails again, watching Logan anxiously. He laughed and kissed Leo's cheek. “He's fine, Le.”

“He might just be saying that.”

“Non, soleil, I promise, I'm okay.” His smile was a little sad. “Wish I could kiss you, though.”

Leo softened at that. “Soon, honey. We've got a two day break after our road trip next week. We can come to New York.”

Logan made a happy noise. “Ouais, or maybe I can come visit.” He waved his fingers that were peaking out of the top of the make-shift cast. “I can't practice for a bit.”

“Okay,” Leo said. “But you have to fly, or take the bus or the train. You can't drive with that thing.”

Logan sighed fondly. “Has anyone ever told you how protective you are?”

Leo blushed and hid his nose in his sweatshirt. “Sorry.”

“Non, you're sweet.”

“The sweetest,” Finn agreed, biting Leo's jaw. “We’ll go visit Logan and just eat you up.”

Leo made a wanting noise, but it almost sounded like a protest. “He has to be careful-”

“I have another hand, soleil. And a mouth. I'll be just fine.”

There was a choking noise from off the screen, and Alex came into the frame. “I did not need to hear that, Jesus.”

Finn scoffed. “‘Sup, loser.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Annoying little brother.” He nodded to Leo. “Annoying little brother's not annoying fiancé.”

“Hey!” 

Leo laughed, which made Finn warm on the inside. “Hi, Al.  Good game.”

Alex saluted. “Why thank you, your Royal Knutness.” He slapped Logan’s good shoulder. “Food’s here. Then we gotta take this grumpy one to the hospital.”

Logan nudged him. “I am not.”

Alex shoved him gently back. “You so are.”

“Hey, you can't shove me, I'm injured.”

Alex pouted mockingly. “You poor thing.” He looked at the phone. “Bye, baby brother, bye, Leo. I leave you to your damsel in distress.”

“You have a big ass!” Finn yelled after him. He shook his head. “God, he's so annoying.” 

Logan looked at him with raised eyebrows. “What's so bad about a big ass?”

 Finn considered this for a moment, grinning at Logan silently. “You're too right, Tremblay. Alex doesn't have a big ass, he is a big ass.” He winked at Logan, then at Leo. “You two, on the other hand…”

They both laughed, Leo bonking his head against Finn's shoulder. Logan grinned softly at them for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Allez, I should go. I love you, I'll call you tomorrow.”

Leo let out a disapproving sound. “What about after the hospital?”

Logan shook his head. “It'll be late, mon coeur. I'll text you, ouais? Try and get some sleep. Do you have my necklace?”

Finn had it on, but he took it off and slipped it over Leo's head. “Now he does, baby.”

“Bien.” Logan kissed his fingers, then touched the screen. “Bonne nuit, I love you.”

“Love you, baby. Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Love you, honey.”

Logan smiled, then the call ended, displaying Finn's home screen. It was a picture of Logan and Leo at golden hour on Harvard campus, Logan kissing Leo's cheek. Finn had been so proud he'd caught that photo.

Leo let out a heavy breath through his lips and sagged into Finn's arms. “I won't be able to sleep tonight.”

“I'll rub your back, baby.” Finn kissed his head. “He's in good hands.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, he is.” He snuggled further into Finn's chest. “Can you hold me for a little bit?”

Finn made a happy noise in the back of his throat. “I'll hold you for the rest of our lives, sunshine. Of course I'll hold you tonight.” He jostled Leo a little bit. “How about we get ready for bed, then snuggle and read for a bit?”

“Okay, sounds good,” Leo said. He yawned. “I love you.”

“I love you, Le, baby. Love you so much.”

And with that, Finn coaxed him up and into the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.

***

Gryffindor, USA 

“Shit.”

Finn stood up in the family box, watching as the Rangers got a breakaway. The Lions were on the penalty kill, Thomas left as the only defenseman in the Rangers’ offensive zone. New York's fourth line was scrappy, and they were out for blood as they screamed up the ice. 

It was now a three on one, Leo obviously waiting anxiously in his crease to see what Thomas would do. Thomas kept them at bay for as long as he could, but he was outnumbered- the wing sent it past him to the center, and Leo came out to deliver a clean poke check- and the Rangers center completely disregarded it, knocking Leo onto his back and sailing into his own goal.

Finn let out a shout as Leo hit the ice hard. Logan, in his blue jersey, had already hopped the bench and rushed over to Leo, angrily swearing at his teammate, probably in French. The ref gave him a stern word and he quieted with narrowed eyes. But he turned to Leo, hands gentle as he took his gloves off to press them lovingly to Leo's chest.

Finn was running his teeth across his bottom lip anxiously. He waited a minute to see what Leo would do. When he didn't get up, and when Logan called for a trainer, Finn started tapping his foot nervously. 

“Finn, sweetheart, you okay?”

Finn turned to look at Hope Lupin. She and Lyall flew in to watch a stretch of home games in Gryffindor while Julian was on a class trip. They were both looking at him with concern. He accepted the arm Hope put around his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said. “Just wanna see if he's okay.”

At this point, Sirius and Remus had come to help the trainers get Leo and his bulky padding off the ice. He was favoring his left leg. His back-up, Hugo, gave him a pat on the shoulder and went to take his place in the goal. The Rangers had drawn a penalty.

Hope squeezed him for a moment. “Why don't you head down, honey? You can watch Logan from the PT room with Leo if he's feeling up to it.”

Finn nodded. “Right. Yeah, yeah, you're right.” He turned to look at her. “Thank you.”

Her smile was gentle. “Any time, sweetheart.”

“Tell Leo we hope he's okay,” Lyall said.

Finn grabbed his coat. “Will do. See you guys later.”

He hurried down the familiar tunnels to the Lions locker room. The guard didn't even need to see him flash his pass. One of them, Amelia, gave him a comforting pat on the back as he entered. He smiled at her and continued through the doorway to the PT room, where Layla, who'd taken over for Lars a few years ago when he moved to Minnesota, was examining Leo's thigh. She looked up when she saw him. “Hey, Harz.”

Leo, who was relaxing back in the chair, now free of his padding, tilted his head. His blue eyes were a bit strained, but he smiled. “Hi, honey.”

Finn walked over and took off the chain he was wearing around his neck. Leo didn't like to wear things under his padding. When he was away, he left his rings in a nice little jewelry box Finn and Logan had given him as a small gift after their wedding. But for home games, he put them on his gold chain and placed it over Finn's head in the morning before he left for morning skate. Now, Finn kissed the rings, then kissed Leo's forehead as he placed the chain over his neck. “Howdy, butter baby.” He brushed Leo's hair back from his face, then turned to Layla. “What's the diagnosis, doc?”

“Hamstring strain. Right leg. Guy collided with Leo real hard when he was in a crouch and stretched it real good.” She focused on massaging the muscle for a second before looking at Leo with raised eyebrows. “Also a bit of neck strain from his head hitting the ice.”

Alarm bells went off in Finn’s brain. He jerked his head to Leo. “No dizziness? Concussion? Le, baby, you okay?”

Leo snorted. “You want Layla’s job?” 

Finn blushed. “Sorry.”

Leo tugged Finn’s shirt to bring him down and kiss him. “I'm okay, I promise. Just a little whiplash, really. I'll take it easy for a bit.” He played with the hem of Finn’s sweater for a moment, then looked at the TV. “Look, third period’s almost done.”

Finn did look. It was 2-1, Rangers. Hugo had only let in one goal, then, and there were about ten seconds left. Finn brushed Leo’s curls off his face. “Sorry about the loss, baby.”

Leo smiled gently at him. “It’s okay. We’re both clinched for the playoffs. We’re trying to just finish out the season, really.”

A horn sounded, then the players were shaking hands. Finn laughed to himself as he saw Logan rushing through it, obviously eager to be off the ice. Leo must've noticed it too, because he snorted. “How long until he's barging through that door?”

Layla scoffed. “Less than ten minutes.” She looked up at them from where she was still massaging Leo’s muscle. “He’s not very sneaky, is he?”

Finn smiled. “No, he's not.” He peered at where her fingers were working against Leo’s thigh. “How’s it going?”

“Good, a little less tension.” She stepped back, stretching out her fingers. “I'm going to leave you here for a minute, Leo, and check in on the other guys. Then I'll bring you some painkillers and a special pillow for your neck, deal?”

Leo nodded, holding up a fist for her to bump. “Deal. Thank you, ma’am.”

She winked, bumped his fist, then was out the door.

Now that they were alone, Finn took the opportunity to sit on the PT chair beside Leo, stroking his hair back from his face. “You scared me for a moment there, husband.” When Leo wrinkled his nose, Finn laughed. “What?”

Leo laced their fingers together. “I don't know, people don't really use just the word ‘husband’ as a pet name.”

Finn pouted. “But it's my favorite word.”

Leo kissed his hand with a grin. “I know it is. Mine, too. It just sounds weird in that context.”

“What about if I say my husband? Huh, how does that sound?”

Leo rolled his eyes, but he was smiling and blushing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Nuh uh,” Finn protested. “You are my husband. I've got the pictures to prove it, I've got three rings- and I probably have some hickeys still left over on the inside of my thighs from our honeymoon.”

Leo snorted and put a hand over his eyes. “No you don't, that was months ago.”

Finn leaned down to nuzzle his cheek. “I don't know. You and Lo kind of went to town.”

There was the sound of heavy, rushing footsteps outside the door. Leo smiled. “Speak of the devil.”

“Oh yeah,” Finn said. He sat up and counted down on his fingers. “Three, two, one-”

“Soleil.” Logan burst through the door, panting. He had taken the pads on his upper body off, but not the ones on his legs. He still had his skates on. “Soleil.”

Leo laughed at him. “You look ridiculous.”

Logan just scowled. Finn moved down the bed so Logan could kneel by Leo’s head. For all his forceful intensity, he touched Leo’s cheek so softly. “What happened, mon coeur?”

“Hammie strain in my right thigh, a neck strain. Whiplash, mostly, I think.”

Logan touched the base of his neck, as if to sooth the hurt. “And your head?”

Leo kissed his forearm. “All good, honey.”

Logan nodded. “Bien.” He kissed Leo softly. “I missed you, mon amour.”

Finn smiled. The Rangers had gotten in a little late due to some rain, so Leo and Logan didn't have time to say hi until they were already on the ice. Finn had had the privilege of being allowed into the visitor’s locker room for a quick kiss (or two, or three, or four- Finn had lost count, actually) and an I love you, but his husbands had only had the chance to tap helmets on the ice before taking their places. As if to make up for it, Logan was pressing soft kisses all over Leo’s face.

“Lo,” Leo laughed, then winced. “Ow, don't make me laugh too hard.”

“Désolé,” Logan whispered. He kissed Leo lingeringly. “Désolé, I'm sorry, I love you.”

Leo rubbed a hand up and down Logan's ribs. “I love you. Now.” He patted Logan's butt firmly a few times. “Go get changed and listen to your coach, then it's home time, okay? Then we can carefully cuddle.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “So carefully.” He kissed Leo again. “See you in a bit.” When he turned to Finn, he opened his arms for a hug. “Rouge.”

Finn came and wrapped him up. They were eye-to-eye when Logan was in skates. “Good game, baby.”

“Mm, merci.” Logan pulled back to kiss him. “Je t'aime, I'll be right back.”

Like Leo had, Finn patted Logan's butt. “Atta boy, hubs.” Both his husbands looked at him imploringly. “I'm telling you, it'll catch on.”

Logan just kissed him again, then turned to lean down and kiss Leo's forehead. He tried to walk away, but came back to kiss Leo once more. “Allez,” he muttered to himself. “Allez, I love you, I'm going.” Then he was out the door just as subtly as he came in, skates clunking down the hallway.

Leo looked to Finn fondly. “He is the most grumpy and fiery sweetheart there ever was.”

Finn hummed happily and ran a hand through Leo’s hair. “Too right you are.” He moved his hand down to thumb Leo's lip. “How about ice cream sundaes when we get home?”

Leo smiled. “Sounds perfect.”

The door clicked open behind them. Layla stepped through, holding a bright pink pillow, almost like the kind to take on a plane, with emojis on it. It looked a bit ridiculous. 

“All right,” she said, dark eyes twinkling. “How about some neck support?”

Leo and Finn looked at each other and laughed.

these fics are so good! Can you do a Cubs panic attack hurt comfort fic? I feel like Leo is always the comforter, can we see his boys rally to care for him when he’s feeling super anxious 🙏🏼

Everyone has a bad day. Sometimes the clouds hide the sunshine. But it's okay, he's got two boyfriends who are always going to be there for him!

Please keep sending in prompts! <3

All credits to @lumosinlove :)

On my way up, Logan sent as the elevator doors closed behind him. He leant against his suitcase handle, watching as the numbers increased on the screen above the doors. Though it had only been a few weeks since Leo and Finn had come to New York for a game, it felt like months. Logan, for his part, was looking forward to a week with no hockey (with the exception of watching the All Stars) and with his boyfriends. He yawned, slightly tired from the early morning drive, but perked up when the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

As he stepped out, he heard a door open quickly from down the hall, and he looked up to find Finn jogging towards him. Leo was leaning against the doorframe to their apartment, arms crossed and with a soft smile on his face.

Logan barely had time to get his suitcase off the elevator before Finn was squeezing him around the waist and lifting him up with an excited laugh.

“Baby's home!” he said, far too loudly for the empty hallway, but he didn't seem to care.

Logan laughed in his ear as Finn spun him around. He could see Leo laughing, too, over Finn’s shoulder. “Salut, rouge.”

In one motion, Finn set him down and drew him in for hard, happy kisses. Logan almost couldn't keep up.

“Hi,” Finn said in between each press of their mouths. “Hi, hi, hi, I missed you.”

Logan kissed him lingering once more before pulling back. “Missed you.”

Finn turned him around to walk towards the door. He pressed against Logan's back, one hand on his waist and one dragging his suitcase. It was impractical and clumsy as they moved towards Leo, but Logan wasn't ready to be out of Finn’s arms quite yet. 

When they arrived in the doorway, Leo was looking down amusedly at them. Logan admired the way his shoulder muscles showed through his T-shirt before stepping into his space. 

“Hi, honey,” Leo said with a smile. “Welcome home.”

Logan just reached up to wrap his arms tightly around Leo's neck, Leo doing the same around Logan's waist. Leo smelled spicy, like he'd been cooking, and like their laundry detergent. Logan breathed it in before pulling back slightly to cup around the base of Leo's neck. “Bonjour, mon soleil.”

Finn pressed against Logan's back again as Leo leaned down to kiss him. Logan sighed against Leo's mouth. They kissed softly, languidly, until Leo cupped Logan's face in his palms to hold him there a moment. When they pulled apart, Leo bent down to tuck his nose in Logan's neck. “Missed you.”

There was a sizzling sound from the kitchen and Leo let Logan go. “Whoops, that'll be the meatballs.”

“Meatballs?” Logan asked, following Leo curiously over to the stove.

Leo nodded. “Got all your favorites on the menu this week. Spaghetti and meatballs, chicken wings, lamb stew, spicy burritos, chili. Some creme brulee- I finally got a tray with sides for a water bath. Homemade bread.” Leo paused, turning a few meatballs over to let them finish browning. “Oh, and your maman sent me her cassoulet recipe. Figured I'd sneak that in as well.”

Logan smiled against Leo's bicep. “Merci, soleil.” He looked up to gaze at Leo's side profile. “But you don't have to do all that if you don't want to. I don't want you to stress.”

“That's what I said!” Finn called from where he was putting Logan's suitcase in their bedroom.

Leo shook his head. “And I told you it's fine!” He dropped a kiss on Logan's head. “I know you don't eat as well in New York. I want you to feel at home.”

“I do feel at home,” Logan said. “You're here.”

Leo smiled happily down at him and leaned in for a kiss. “I love you.” He inspected his meatballs. “Now, go have a seat, sweetheart. I'll finish this up to let the sauce simmer for a few hours, then I'll make us some lunch.”

Logan sighed but complied, going over to take his rightful place sitting on the counter.

***

The BLTs for lunch the first day were good. So was the spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Logan didn't mind spending the whole day in the apartment, sitting at the counter in Finn’s arms to keep Leo company while he cooked. It felt so good just to be together again.

The following day had been a relaxing one as well. They'd gone for a morning run all together, then brought pastries back to go with the eggs and bacon Leo cooked. Leo had no sooner finished his plate than he was washing the dishes and getting out more ingredients to prepare food for the All Stars week. But it was okay- they sat on the couch together to watch the skills competition with piles of homemade wings, onion rings, and loaded fries.

It was the third day that Logan started to get worried. By the look Finn gave him as they stepped through the apartment door, hand in Logan's after coming back from the pharmacy, he did, too.

“Le?” Finn asked cautiously. “You okay?”

“Hm?” Leo looked up at them. He was stirring at the stove with one hand and measuring out some stock with the other. He paused to step away and pour what looked like brownie batter into a pan. “I'm okay.”

“Do you need help?” Logan asked.

Leo shook his head, distracted. “No, thank you. Go put on the All Star game, I'll join you in a minute.”

Logan and Finn looked at each other warily as they shrugged off their coats.

***

“Shit.”

Finn jerked his head up from his place on Logan's chest on the fourth day. They both peered over the back of the couch at Leo's back. 

“Le,” Logan said. “Ça va?”

Leo waved his hand. “Nope, no, it's fine. I forgot to add in the garlic before sautéeing the rest of the veggies. Just gotta mince some.”

Finn flashed his eyes to Logan before standing and walking over to the counter. “I can do it, Le.”

But Leo's arm was furiously moving with his chopping. His words were rushed and a bit frantic. “No, no, sweetheart , it's okay, I-” He was interrupted by the timer on their stove going off. “Oo, that'll be the creme brulee.” 

He grabbed a couple of oven mitts and opened the door, peering for a second.

“Le,” Finn said. “Are you sure-”

“Promise, sweetheart, I've got it.” Leo held the hot tray with one hand and stirred the pan on the stove with the other. “I just gotta make sure the garlic doesn't- ah!”

Finn took in a sharp breath. There was the sound of the tray clattering onto the counter, and then Leo was rushing towards the sink to run cold water over his arm where the boiling water from the water bath had burned him. Logan couldn't see his face, but his back muscles were tense. 

Finn looked alarmed as he carefully approached Leo's side. He gently touched Leo’s arm. “Le…”

Leo was still for a moment. Logan couldn't even hear him breathing. Then, maybe it was Finn's presence, or maybe his soft voice, but Leo's shoulders hitched with his first sob.

“Oh, baby.” Finn reached to shut the faucet off and opened his arms. “Baby, c'mere.”

Leo turned into him, crying freely now. He cradled his arms against his stomach and fell against Finn. Logan didn't think he'd ever seen Leo cry like that, helpless and lost and completely boneless. And when he spoke, his words came out disjointed. His breathing was static and much too rapid for Logan's liking.

“I'm so sorry,” Leo sobbed. “It's just- he's never here. And- and I want to do something, and this is how I- I want him home, and now I've wasted our time-”

“Sh, sh, baby,” Finn whispered. He had a hand in Leo's hair and one tight around his heaving ribs, applying pressure. “I've got you, sunshine. Breathe, baby, breathe.” 

Finn twisted his head slightly to rest it on Leo's shoulder, facing Logan. He wasn't crying, exactly, but he looked sad, heartbroken- even a little guilty, Logan thought. Guilty that he and Leo were bearing this sorrow in front of Logan. They talked about how much they missed each other, but sometimes Logan thought he would never know how truly deep their ache ran.

Logan stood and walked over cautiously to where Finn and Leo were standing by the stove. Leo had stopped crying so hard now, but his breathing was still shaky against Finn's shoulder. Logan leaned against the island opposite them. “Soleil?”

Leo pulled away with a sniffle and wiped his nose. “Hi, honey,” he said. He tried for a smile, but then his breathing caught and he put a hand over his eyes. “Fuck.”

Logan immediately took Leo in his arms, Finn moving to rub a hand up and down Leo's back. Leo wasn't crying, but his breathing was harsh against Logan’s neck.

“I'm sorry, Lo,” Leo whispered. “I'm so, so sorry.”

Logan turned his head to press his mouth to Leo's ear. “Sh, mon soleil. It's okay.”

“No, Lo, it's not, I've spent the whole time in the damn kitchen-”

“Leo,” Finn said, somehow firm and gentle in that way he always was. “We just want you to breathe for us, baby. Just for a minute.”

Leo nodded into Logan's neck, holding tightly around Logan's waist. He didn't seem to know how hard he was squeezing, but Logan didn't dare move. He squeezed just as tightly back.

After a few minutes, Leo's breathing calmed down enough that he started to get heavy in Logan's arms. Finn raised his eyebrows, and Logan nodded minutely. Finn leaned in to kiss Leo's neck. “Le?”

“Mm.”

“You wanna talk, baby?”

Leo just buried his nose further into Logan's neck and shook his head. “No.”

Logan turned his nose into Leo's curls. “Why not, mon soleil?” When Leo didn't answer and Logan felt a couple more tears fall onto his shoulder, he made a soft noise and kissed the side of Leo's head. “Mon coeur, don't cry. It's okay.”

Finn rested his forehead on Leo's shoulder. “Please tell us what's wrong, baby.”

Leo mumbled something, but it was unintelligible. 

Logan scratched at Leo's scalp. “Quoi?”

Leo sighed. “I'm embarrassed.”

Finn and Logan looked at each other with sad eyes. Logan tugged once gently on Leo’s hair. “Regarde-moi, mon soleil.”

Leo took a deep breath and stepped back. His cheeks were blotchy and his blue eyes lined with red. Logan took his face in his hands, stood on his toes, and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. Finn had one arm wrapped around Leo's torso, palm rubbing up and down his stomach.

“I'm sorry,” Leo said. “I really wanted this week to be special for you.”

“It is, Le,” Logan replied gently. “Every day with you is special.”

Leo looked down at the floor. “I just wanted to make you feel at home.”

“You make me feel at home, mon coeur. You and rouge.” Logan rubbed his thumbs underneath Leo’s eyes. “You're so good to me, and you're so kind, and so thoughtful, and so beautiful. We have the rest of our lives to eat the delicious food you cook.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “Le, we love when you cook for us, but that's not why we love you.”

“Ouais.” Logan leaned up to kiss Leo lightly. He took Leo’s hand in his to kiss just above the slightly burnt skin on his forearm. “I want to be with you, soleil. That's all I want.”

Leo pressed their foreheads together. “I'm still so sorry.”

“Non, don't be,” Logan said. “I love how sweet you are.” Logan smiled against Leo's cheek. “But maybe tonight we don't cook.”

Leo laughed tearily. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you.”

“Tell you what, nutter butter,” Finn said, shifting to stand by their sides with his arms looped around Leo's waist. “I'll box up the veggies and the beef and we can make chili together tomorrow. You'll sit at the counter looking all pretty and tell Lo and I what to do.”

Leo looked mildly horrified. “Uh-”

“Don't worry your pretty little curls, it'll be fine.” Finn pressed a wet kiss to Leo's cheek and spoke with his nose nudging where his lips had been. “Tonight, however, I'm going to take you both out to that Turkish place, then we will come home and have dessert. The creme brulee looks great, all it needs is the sugar, and you know how much I love a blow torch.”

Leo couldn't help but smile, a little bashfully, and nod. “Okay. Okay, yeah, that sounds good.” He turned to look at Finn. “Thank you.”

Finn kissed him. “Any time, you know that, baby.” His expression got a little more serious. “And, Le, if you ever feel like that again, please tell us?”

“Ouais, we won't judge,” Logan said. He nuzzled his nose under Leo's jaw. “We just want you to be alright.”

“I promise,” Leo whispered into Logan's hair. They stood still for a minute, tucked together and close. “I promise.”

“All righty,” Finn said jovially. He pressed a smacking kiss to each of their cheeks. “You go get all nice and handsome for me, and I'll clean the kitchen, okay? Lo, can you take our sunshine to the shower, and then put some cream on that burn?”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “I can shower myself.”

Finn waggled his eyebrows. “But why would you do that when Logan Tremblay is so ready and willing to go with you?”

Leo looked down at Logan and smiled. “You have a good point.” He took Logan's hand and started towards the bathroom. “We'll be right back!”

Logan grinned, looking over his shoulder to find Finn watching them fondly. Love you, he mouthed. Logan mouthed it back and continued following Leo to the bathroom. He pushed forward and wrapped his arms around Leo's waist, causing them to stumble.

Leo caught them and covered Logan's hand with his own. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded against Leo's back. “Je t'aime.”

Leo spun and kissed his forehead. “I love you, too. Now c'mon, we got a sexy redhead waiting for us.”

“I heard that!”

Logan laughed and let himself be dragged beneath the hot spray. 

Oh my goodness the home video of Finn was so precious if we see Leo or Logan’s home videos I could see Leo playing with one of those little toy kitchens 🥹🥹 or Logan being a clingy annoying baby brother to his sisters

This was a fun one, I have to say! Enjoy some French-speaking tiny Cubs!

Please keep sending me more prompts if you'd like!!!!

Credits to @lumosinlove <3

“All right,” Finn said. He slapped his hands on his knees and stood up from where he was knelt on the floor in front of his computer. “Should be all set.”

“Whose are we starting with?” Leo asked. He was resting with his back to Logan's chest, legs stretched along the length of the couch.

“Why, with our resident grump,” Finn said, which made Logan narrow his eyes. Finn winked at him and then lifted Leo's legs and sat down with them across his lap. Leo closed his eyes in satisfaction when Finn began to massage his ankles. “Sore, baby?”

Leo nodded. “Mmhm, thank you.” Logan kissed his curls.

After watching the O’Hara's home movies, Finn had made it a project to convert the tapes into digital movie files on a USB, which had been distributed to his parents and Alex. Since then it had become a project to do so for Logan and Leo, too. He'd asked their parents to send them boxes of the tapes and, after a few weeks, the USB drives were finally ready to be put in Finn's laptop and hooked up to their TV.

It had seemed like a good idea to end a date night. He’d taken them out to dinner at a new Turkish place near the park then had bought them ice cream while they'd sat in the grass and watched the sunset. 

Now, they were showered and in shorts and sweatshirts.  Logan had his hood of Leo’s Saints one pulled up, waves poking out the front, and Leo had his nose buried in the neckline of Finn's Harvard hockey hoodie. Finn smiled at them and brought Leo’s foot up to kiss his ankle.

Leo wrinkled his nose at him playfully. “Gross.”

“Nuh uh,” Finn said. “I love these ankles.” He ran a hand up Leo’s calf to his thigh. “And these legs.”

Leo kicked him lightly. Finn just kissed his ankle again. 

“Allez,” Logan said. “It's starting.”

Indeed, the video had loaded. The Tremblay's living room appeared on their television screen. Sydney and Aubrey were standing with their hockey bags and a backpack each. Iva asked them a question in French, and they responded excitedly.

“This is their first away hockey tournament,” Logan explained. “They were gone the whole weekend. Papa went, but Noelle and I had to stay home with Maman.”

Leo looked up at him. “Do you remember it?”

Logan rolled his eyes. His face was red. “Non. But I've heard this story a lot.”

Finn perked up and turned to the screen again. 

It seemed like the two older girls had finished their introduction. Marius was there, shuffling to the door. His face disappeared from the frame, only his shoulders and chest visible as he leaned in to give Iva a kiss goodbye. The camera then righted to show Noelle there, too, giving her older sisters a hug. She couldn't have been more than four or five. 

All of a sudden, from out of the frame, there was a yelp and a cry of a small child. A tiny Logan, dressed in only a pair of black briefs, came running into the frame. He was scrawny and small, his skin tan, even then. His hair was wild and wavy, lighter than it was now, and his face was red and scrunched up as he barreled into Sydney.

Sydney looked to her mother a little exasperatedly, speaking in rapid French. But she complied, picking Logan up and kissing his cheek. It seemed like she was trying to console him. Aubrey joined in, taking his hand and talking to him in a soothing voice. But he wasn't having any of it and continued crying.

Beside Finn, Leo laughed loudly. “Oh my God, you really are the baby of your family.”

Logan whacked his hip lightly. “I was two.”

Finn cooed. He kissed his hand and pressed it to Logan's forearm where it rested over Leo's stomach. “Little baby Lolo.”

Logan just huffed.

Back on the TV, Logan was now in Aubrey's arms as she kissed his cheek goodbye. She tickled his tummy and said something playful in French. He giggled and wrapped his arms around her neck to give her a big hug. Marius said something to her and she nodded, calling Noelle over. Noelle took Logan from Aubrey's arms and held him against her hip, even though he was almost as big as her.

The two older girls and Marius gathered their bags, waving goodbye to their siblings and mother with wide smiles. When Logan realized they were leaving, he burst into tears again, reaching out towards them.

“Non, Lolo,” Noelle said. She said something else that Finn didn't know and kissed his cheek. But he was still crying.

“Geez,” Finn said. “You'd think you'd have been dehydrated by now.”

Leo laughed and leaned up to kiss Logan's jaw. “You've always been such a sweetheart, huh?”

“Hm,” Logan hummed. “My sisters left me. It was traumatic.”

Leo snorted and wrapped Logan's arms tighter around him. He winked at Finn before saying, “I think you've just always been grumpy so you get affection.”

“Non.”

Finn laughed before a sound from the TV grabbed his attention again. 

Iva had panned over to one of the couches in the living room. Noelle and Logan were standing and looking out the window at where Finn knew their driveway was. Noelle looked at him and said something encouraging, demonstrating a wave. “Au revoir!” she said. “Lolo, au revoir!”

Logan stared at her for a moment before smiling and doing the same. He repeated the phrase and said something else, looking out the window to where, presumably, Marius and the girls were driving away. Noelle had a hand on his back and laughed at him, which made Iva laugh. Then, Noelle looked at her mother with wide eyes, said something, and hopped down from the couch and ran away. Logan saw her leave abruptly and stared after her for a second with wide green eyes before bursting into tears again. Iva tisked and said something before the camera went dark.

Leo was laughing, and even Logan looked resigned to being amused. Finn furrowed his brows and tugged on Leo's ankle. “What'd Noelle say?”

Leo laughed. “She'd forgotten to turn the TV off downstairs and left to go do it.” He looked up at Logan fondly. “He didn't like being ditched again.”

Logan sunk back into the cushions with a sheepish smile on his face. Finn bit his lip around his own grin.

“You know,” he said. “That's the same smile you've had since you were little.” He stood and went to kiss Logan's forehead. “My bashful baby.”

“You were very cute, honey,” Leo said. He turned to kiss Logan briefly. When he pulled away, he smiled gently. “Your eyes are the same color.”

Logan bumped their foreheads together lightly. “Merci.”

Finn took one last longing look at them before spinning to face the TV again. “Okay,” he said, dropping to a crouch. “Sunshine time?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. Finn heard the sound of him kissing Leo's cheeks. “Es-tu prêt, mon coeur?”

“Ugh,” Leo groaned. “Little me was so embarrassing.”

“What?” Finn asked as he looked for the file. He found it, clicked on it, and stood to face them again. He had his hands on his hips. “What do you mean?”

Leo shrugged and dipped his chin into his sweatshirt neck. “I don't know, I just- I was kind of cringey.”

Finn shook his head and took Leo's face in his hands. “I'm sure you were your bubbly, sunshine self,” he said, kissing Leo on the nose. “Who we love, by the way.”

“Oui,” Logan agreed. He reached up to squish Leo's cheeks. “We love you and your chubby cheeks.”

“Yeah, we've seen pictures,” Finn agreed, leaning down to kiss above Logan’s hands wetly a few times. “You and your cheeks and your cute little button nose.” He booped said nose before straightening. “Which is still the exact same, by the way.”

Leo blushed and sank further into his sweatshirt. “I love you.”

“Love you,” Finn said. He flopped back down onto the couch to rub Leo's ankles some more. “Here we go. The ‘Sunshine Show.’”

Leo kicked him again, and Finn just kissed his ankle once more.

The video opened pointing at the grass. Eloise muttered in French briefly before raising it. It showed the Knut's New Orleans backyard, shaded by trees. In the background was Wyatt, whistling at the grill. And in the foreground was-

“Oh Mon Dieu,” Logan laughed. “Of course it's you.”

In the foreground sat Leo, about three or four years old, because he didn't yet have the gray streak, playing with a large kitchen set. He was sitting in the grass in shorts and a T-shirt, the sun shining against his hair. He looked so similar to how he did now: bright blonde curls and crystal blue eyes; round, squishable face and button nose; long limbs that were gangly against his frame. He was even tall, for a young child. Finn hadn't been that tall until he was at least six. Every now and then he would look at his dad and get a determined look on his face. He stuck his tongue through his teeth and focused on the fake stove in front of him.

“Oh my God,” Finn said. He squeezed Leo’s calf excitedly. “Tongue.”

Leo laughed. “Yeah, my dad does it, too.”

“Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?” asked Eloise from behind the camera.

“I'm cookin’, mama!” Leo said. His accent was thick. “Like daddy!”

Eloise asked him something in French and Leo nodded, responding in kind, before grabbing something from the fake counter. He turned to her and beamed, holding out a fake plate with fake eggs and bacon.

“Merci, honey.”

“De rien!” Leo replied, then turned happily back to his kitchen. He was humming to himself as he puttered around.

Finn looked across the couch to find Leo burying his face further in his sweatshirt, face bright red. Logan caught Finn's eyes and smiled. He leaned down to whisper something in French in Leo's ear, which just made him flush even more and turn to hide his face in the crook of Logan's elbow. Logan laughed and wrapped him up closer, pressing a hard kiss to his curls. “Oh, mon soleil.”

In the video, Wyatt called something out in French. Eloise called something back and then zoomed in on Leo once more. He was still intently focusing on his toy.

“C'mon, sweetheart, daddy says dinner's ready.”

“But I'm cookin’, mama!”

Eloise crouched down, pointing the camera square in his face. “Daddy said that you can help cut the steak, honey, and make the herb butter to toast on the bread.”

Leo gasped, standing immediately, all long limbs and bouncy curls, and made a start towards the house. He stopped abruptly and came back to his kitchen set. He grabbed a couple of plastic baskets and began putting some of the pieces away. “I gotta clean first, mama.”

Eloise laughed fondly. “You can do that after dinner, honey, don't worry about it. I'll help you, then we'll make some strawberry shortcake.”

Leo beamed at her. “Merci, mama!” He ran forward and hugged her around her legs and waist before dashing towards the house once more. “I love you!” he called.

“I love you, too!” 

Eloise sighed happily behind the camera, following Leo with it until he opened the glass back door excitedly, calling out to his father in French. She finally turned it off after the door closed behind him.

Finn stood to shut his laptop, then turned to lay himself on top of Leo. He rested his chin on Leo's chest. Leo had his eyes closed and was hiding in Logan's arms still. Logan was biting his lip and trying not to laugh. He succeeded for a few moments before he made eye contact with Finn. They immediately burst out giggling, which grew louder until they were laughing so hard they were jostling Leo.

“Stop!” Leo whined. “It's so embarrassing.”

“Non, soleil,” Logan protested. He bent his neck to kiss along Leo's cheek. “Trop mignon.”

“The cutest little sunshine baby,” Finn agreed. He pressed his lips repeatedly to Leo's other cheek. Leo tried to hide his face again, but Finn could feel his cheeks raising into a smile under their lips. Finn pulled back to kiss him on the mouth, then Logan. “You both were so cute.” He scuffed Logan's head. “You were tiny.”

Logan stuck his tongue out. “Soleil was tall and gangly.”

“Hey, I didn't say anything, why am I being dragged into this?”

Logan kissed his head. “Désolé, mon amour. You were a very cute gangly boy.”

Leo snorted. “I'll take your word for it, cry baby.”

“Va te faire.”

Finn barked out a laugh. “Baby, I love you, but your sisters left for a weekend and you had a meltdown.” He brushed Logan's hair back from his face. “You've always been a more sensitive thing than you let on.”

Logan just kissed his wrist. “Je t'aime.”

Finn smiled and let his weight go, snuggling into Leo's chest. “I vote for mandatory cuddle time.” 

Leo laughed and rubbed a palm up and down his back. “Now who's the demanding one?”

“Mm,” Finn hummed. “I have my moments.” He yawned. “Sleep.”

Leo shuddered. “Okay, the Logan impression is getting scarily good.”

“Yeah, c'mon, man, stop stealing my thunder.”

Leo threw his head back and laughed with his whole body at Logan's imitation of Finn. “Oh my God, you both are so weird.”

Logan let out a little satisfied sound and kissed Leo's neck. “Sleep. For a little while.”

“Okay,” Leo said. Finn felt him shift a bit to get comfortable. “Okay, sleep.”

“Tomorrow, though,” Finn said. “We watch more home videos. It's supposed to rain.”

“Whatever you want, mon amour,” Logan whispered. His and Leo's breathing had evened out. “Anything you want.”

Finn closed his eyes and snuggled further into the warmth. 

i needdddd more teacher finn!!!! like him talking to his students about his hockey husbands 🫠🫠

Happy V-Day to all who celebrate! Have some Fish-reflections on young love while he falls in love more and more each day. :)

Love your prompts, keep them coming! I've got almost all of them written. :)

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

“Okay,” Finn said with a sigh. He fell back into his chair and looked at his students. “Time's up. Pencils down.”

There was a light clatter as they all dropped their writing implements, a few rubbing their foreheads against the inevitable headache. Finn smiled at them and clapped his hands once.

“Well done. I'll give you an MCQ packet for the break, and don't forget your Pride and Prejudice essays that are due the week we get back, on the Friday. I want your drafts by the Monday, please, for feedback.” He stood. “This AP test doesn't know what's coming.”

There was a light chatter as they all stood up to hand in their practice FRQ exams and took the packet Finn handed them. They looked tired and worn out, but they were ready. They always were- Finn made sure of it. 

“What did you think?” one of his students, Robbie, asked his classmate, Marianne.

She looked at him over her round glasses. They suited her. “We can't talk about it, you know that, Robert.”

Finn hid his smile behind a packet. She never called him by his nickname. He heard Robbie sigh and looked up to find him watching her longingly as she and her bouncy curls left the room with her friend, Claire, throwing a thank you! over their shoulders. Robbie sighed again and turned towards his backpack, catching Finn’s eye. He blushed. Finn raised his eyebrows at him.

“You okay there, Robbie?”

He nodded, but his smile was forced. “Yeah. Got a basketball tournament over break down in South Carolina. Pretty excited.”

“Well,” Finn said, standing to approach him at his desk. “You’re doing really well. You're still on track to be top of your class.”

Robbie shook his head. “I don't think so. Marianne has a higher GPA. Her entire life is academics, and the school newspaper, and the cello.” He counted each one off on his fingers. “I might get salutatorian, though.”

Finn bit the inside of his cheek in amusement. “Well, she's an honorable competitor to lose to.”

Robbie let out a wistful, airy chuckle. “Yeah. She is.” He paused and looked at Finn quizzically. “Mr. O’Hara, I have a question.”

Finn tried to hide his surprise. “Shoot.”

Robbie was chewing his lip nervously. “Did people ever,” he started. “I don't know, not take your academic achievements seriously, just because you were good at sports?”

Finn tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

Robbie huffed. “It's just- sometimes people ask me why I even bother with school, you know? When I've got a scholarship to play basketball in college and everything. Especially stuff like English. They don't understand.”

“Well,” Finn said, resting his hands on the desk. “You can always just enjoy school. That's not their business. My teammates teased me all the time, but I found a purpose in retirement outside of hockey, you know?” He glanced at the shelf of books he kept at the back of the room. He let students check them out, and they were filled with his own annotations. Some of them even had Leo’s, from all the times he'd read and reread Finn’s books from college. Finn smiled. “And even if I hadn't made it to the NHL, academics gave me something else that I would've been happy doing.”

Robbie’s eyebrows shot up. “You would've still been an English teacher?”

Finn nodded, smiling widely. “Oh, I absolutely would've. But I'm grateful I played hockey. Met my husbands.”

Robbie considered this for a moment. “And do you think that you and your husbands would've still gotten together, even if you hadn't played hockey?” At Finn’s silence, Robbie’s eyes widened. He spoke nervously. “I'm really sorry, you're not supposed to ask a teacher that.”

Finn laughed. “No, it's okay.” He thought for a moment. In his head he could imagine him and Leo running into one another in a bookstore, both reaching for the same trashy romance novels they read when they were really tired. “They definitely would have. Leo loves to read as much as I do, we would've gotten along really well. And Logan…” He paused again. He could picture Logan’s green eyes and smile so vividly. “Well, he'd be hard to get rid of in any lifetime. He's pretty stubborn. And he likes to be read to.” 

Robbie chuckled, shouldering his backpack. “Well, he fights on the ice like he's stubborn, so I'm not surprised.”

Finn grinned, then blinked hard, eyes going to his watch. “Speaking off, I've got to get going soon. Gotta catch my husbands before warm-ups tonight.” He clapped Robbie on the shoulder. “Have a good break, bud.”

Robbie smiled. “You, too, Mr. O'Hara.”

Finn watched him walk out of the room. Just as he stepped through the doorway, Marianne approached him. She was rubbing her arm nervously and talking a mile a minute. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wide, but Robbie’s smile was so big that it seemed to relax her shoulders slightly. She swung her backpack around onto one arm, reaching inside to pull out Pride and Prejudice, sticky notes sticking out of the top. Marianne pointed to something on the page and continued talking. It was obvious that she wanted Robbie to follow along, but all he could do was stare at her, a small smile on his face. When she realized this, she paused, blushing, and fidgeted with the corners of the pages nervously. Robbie said something gently and gestured towards the library, which was at the end of the hall and open until late in the afternoon. Marianne nodded and they walked off together. Finn smiled at their retreating forms.

“Mr. O'Hara?”

Finn jumped slightly. He turned to find another student, Daniel, standing by Finn’s desk nervously. Finn eased his shoulders and smiled. “Hey, man. What's up?”

Daniel blushed. “I was wondering if I could get an extension on the essay,” he said, his Austrian accent thick with nerves.

Finn tilted his head. “Daniel, I can only do that so much for you. You're taking an AP class.”

His face flushed even more. “I know, it's just- the English is harder than what I was expecting. I'm struggling to analyze it.”

Finn sighed. He crossed his arms and leaned his hip against his desk. “Tell you what. I have an idea, okay? And if it doesn't work, I'll give you an extension, but I want you to try. The exam is in three weeks.”

Daniel nodded eagerly. “Okay.”

Finn reached for a photo frame on his desk. It was of him and Logan and Leo on the Harvard campus at sunset. They'd gone for a visit to see a football game and to go to the library, where Finn had led them both to a dark corner and kissed them breathless. Finn smiled at the memory. He turned the frame for Daniel to see. 

“My husband, Logan. The shorter one,” he said. “He's from Quebec, so English is his second language.” He looked up to find Daniel staring hard at the photo. “I used to read to him in college to help him understand the hard texts. He found it easier, sometimes, to hear the words and talk about them with someone.”

Daniel nodded. “That's nice.” He looked at Finn. “But what do I do?”

Finn smiled at him. “What if you got Jesse to read to you? He's doing great in AP Lang, and he's an incredible writer. He took my class last year when he was a junior.”

Daniel blushed even harder, stark against his golden hair. Finn had suspected for a long time that he and Jesse liked each other, even if they didn't know it. When Daniel had moved their sophomore year from Austria, Jesse had taken right to him, inviting him to join the tennis team and always being an ear to listen, even when Daniel struggled to find the words. Finn felt his heart ache a little for them. He wanted to give them a push in the right direction, but he more than anyone knew that these things took time. So he settled for looking at Daniel's unsure face over his glasses. 

“I think you should try it, Daniel. He's a good friend, he'd be happy to help. He can read you passages, talk them out with you, read your essay back to you.”

Daniel nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, he's a good friend.” He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, taking one last look at the photo in Finn's hands. “Thank you, Mr. O'Hara. I will try it, and let you know if I still need an extension.”

Finn grinned widely. “Sounds good.” He jerked his head towards the door. “Now get outta here. I gotta go watch my husbands play some stick and puck.”

Daniel nodded with a shy smile, saying a quiet goodbye before walking out of the room in that slightly nervous way he always did. Finn laughed softly. It seemed like years ago he watched Logan carry himself the same way, guarded against a language he wasn't totally confident in. Not anymore, though. Now he could take Finn and Leo apart in two languages, whispered in their ear in the early morning or gasped in their bedroom late at night. Or both. Even watching him yell on the ice got Finn all toasty. 

Finn sighed wistfully, taking another look at the picture in his hands. He turned, placing it in its rightful place on his desk alongside all the others. There were loads of pictures spread all around his desk area, even hung up on the wall behind him. Some were of him and his Lions or Harvard teammates, some with his family. Most, however, were of him and Finn and Leo, or some combination thereof, all wrapped up in one another and smiling in every frame. Finn hadn't known that delirious happiness could be so long lasting, but he was now falling more in love each and every day and living a more blissful life than he could have imagined. True happiness, he supposed, was one of those feelings that was almost unshakeable. 

Finn checked his watch one more time and hissed through his teeth. He grabbed the grading he'd need to do over the weekend and his bag, rushing to lock his classroom door and jog down the stairs. He waved to the secretary, Mx. Tulane, on the way out and searched frantically for his keys. Logan would've laughed at him, and Leo would've gently scolded him for never putting them in the same place, and all Finn could think about was blue eyes and dark brown hair and the greatest love he'd ever known. He was desperate for some good luck kisses.

An hour later saw him slightly out of breath and flashing his pass to the stadium security guards, jogging to where he knew his husbands would both be. He was correct, and found them on their pre-game loop around the back halls of the stadium. Logan had used to warm up on the bikes, but ever since returning to Gryffindor he joined Leo in his and Finn's old warm-up.

I don't want soleil to be warming up alone anymore, he'd said. And I've spent too much time away from you both to do it anymore than I have to now. Plus, then you always know where to find us to kiss us before the game.

Indeed, Finn had known where to find them. They were running ahead of him, both in their spandex and some shorts. They were talking happily, and Leo said something that made Logan shove him playfully. Leo just laughed. It sounded like sunshine.

Finn couldn't contain his excitement anymore and ran forward. At the last second, Logan heard his footsteps and turned, eyes widening in delight. He slowed down, expecting Finn to stop, but Finn just kept running. He bent down and wrapped his arms securely around Logan's waist, picking him up and jogging a few steps before halting and squeezing him tightly. Logan was laughing freely, more freely than he did with anyone else, as Leo slowed down, too, with a smile on his face.

“Hey, teach,” Leo said. He looked Finn up and down. “You look hot.”

“Hi, butter baby,” Finn said. “And my Lolo.”

Logan wriggled around in protest, but Finn just held him tighter and kissed his cheek a few times. Logan was still laughing and turned his head to cup Finn's jaw, bringing him into a proper kiss. Finn sighed against his mouth contentedly, setting him down on the ground so he could hold Logan's face firmly with both hands. Logan's fingers were all in his hair and tugging at the strands. Finn felt a bit dizzy.

A warm presence made its way to their sides. “Do I not get a treat, too?”

“Mm,” Finn hummed against Logan’s mouth. “One sec.” He pressed a last firm kiss to Logan's mouth before pulling back with a smile. “Hi, Lo, baby.”

Logan's mouth was red. “Salut.”

Finn kissed his cheek before turning to Leo, grabbing his hips and pulling him flush. “And how's my sunshine?”

“Good,” Leo said. He smiled into Finn's first kiss. “Better, now that I'm with both of you.”

Finn just kissed him deeper. He clutched one arm around Leo's waist and one at the back of his neck, using this leverage to dip him suddenly. Leo gasped against his mouth, grabbing at Finn's shoulders. Finn loved to do this to the both of them, to take them by surprise and romance them, no matter how cheesy they thought him to be. He loved the feeling of their bodies and skin beneath his hands. He didn't think he'd ever tire of it.

After a long moment, Finn broke their kiss, staring down at Leo's flushed face and hair that seemed like it was floating towards the floor. Leo was smiling exasperatedly and lovingly at him. “You sure know how to sweep boys off their feet, huh, O'Hara?”

Finn kissed his forehead. “I've had lots of practice.” He helped Leo stand and opened his arm for Logan to join them. “How are we feeling, lovers?”

Logan kissed his jaw. “Ready. Right, Le?”

Leo traced a finger down Logan’s jaw and leaned down to kiss him lightly. “So ready. Colorado doesn't know what's coming for them.”

Logan leaned into the touch. Finn watched them love each other and smiled. He drew them closer to his body. “I missed you today.” He rested his head on top of Logan's. “I thought of you.”

Leo kissed his forehead. “Oh yeah?”

Finn nodded. “Robbie was nervous about being an academic and an athlete. I think he has a crush on Marianne, who's the smartest girl in school. She's not an athlete.”

“What'd you tell him?” Logan asked. 

Finn closed his eyes and swayed into the warmth of their bodies. “That I have husbands who like to read or be read to, and even if I hadn't played hockey and had chosen to just go into teaching, they would've loved me regardless.” He paused, then snorted lightly. “Oh, and Jesse and Daniel are totally crushing on each other. Jesse is going to help him with the hard English.” Finn could feel Logan’s smile against his shoulder.

“Mm,” Leo said into Finn's hair. “You mean we could've had a sexy English teacher from the beginning?”

Finn squeezed his hip. “Hey, you loved when I played hockey. I was a very sexy seventeen.”

“Ouais, you were,” Logan laughed. “The sexiest seventeen.” He kissed Finn's shoulder and Leo's chest. “Allez, we need to finish our warm-up.”

“Go on,” Finn said. He kissed them both hard once more each and patted their butts firmly. “I love you, good luck, I love you, you'll be amazing, I love you. Have I mentioned that I love you?”

Leo kissed his forehead and ran away. When he was far enough down the hallway, he turned to jog backwards. “I love you!” he shouted, eyes twinkling. “C'mon, Lo, I'll race you back!”

Logan pressed a fleeting kiss to Finn's cheek. “Je t'aime,” he said, then he was off and chasing after Leo. Leo's smile was bright and toothy, Logan yelling at him in French and him responding in kind, both of them laughing hard. 

Finn couldn't help the fond feeling that arose in his chest as he watched them run away. He missed them with every step they took, but no matter- they'd be back in his arms in a couple of hours, ready to go home and read a book before bed. Finn bit his lip around a grin and turned to go to the family box.