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idk if you only write the cubs but I love your writing so much and would love to read some rookie Sirius and Dumo hurt comfort OR some Sirius and Hope Lupin hurt comfort. I feel like all the family time around holidays would be tough for him at first but then he find out he’s so loved ya know😩 thanks babes keep up the great content!!!

This is the SECOND ask for hurt/comfort Sirius and Hope Lupin. I wasn't planning on writing Coops or Sirius/Remus as main characters, but I am a SUCKER for a found family story. It warms my heart. PLUS, this one features the Black Brothers!

Thank you for the kind words, friend! Keep the prompts coming!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Sirius, Regulus, could you come here for a second?”

Sirius looked up from where he was sat in the Lupin’s living room, on the couch with a cup of coffee and a photo album Hope had handed him. Remus, Julian, and Lyall had gone to get the family Christmas tree- something Julian had been very excited about- leaving himself and Regulus alone in the house with Remus’ mom. She was standing in the arched walkway that lead to the kitchen, and was glancing expectantly at the both of him. Regulus bookmarked his page and gingery set the novel down.

“Yeah, Mrs. Lupin?” he asked.

She waved her hand at him. “I told you to stop calling me that, honey. Hope is fine.” She jerked her head. “This way, come on. I need to watch my cakes, so may you please both come to the kitchen?”

It was still weird for the both of them, Sirius thought, to be asked to do things instead of told to do them. Sometimes there was that element, in the way Hope had firmly told Remus and Julian to shovel the snow that morning, but always with a layer of humor and love behind it. They always had a choice in everything, and Hope would never make them do things they never truly were comfortable doing. Remus and Julian were definitely capable, and even liked, shoveling snow- they’d just been a bit lazy and had protested doing it. But Hope had just raised her eyebrows at them, and sure enough, forty-five minutes later they had returned jostling one another, Julian stuffing a massive snowball down Remus’ back. Sirius had watched Regulus’ eyes follow them and was sure the same look was plastered on his own face; laughter had never really been all that common in their household.

They both stood and followed Hope into the kitchen, where she was monitoring what looked like some ginger cakes for the town Christmas dinner food drive she was donating to later that evening. She peeked into the oven, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned to them with a smile on her face. “Now,” she said. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Quoi?” Sirius asked. He and Regulus wore matching confused expressions. “You do?”

“Mmhm,” she said, as though it was obvious. She pointed to two boxes on the counter. Their names were written on little tags in cursive on the top. “Those are for you, dears.”

“Oh,” Regulus said. He looked a little out of place. “Thank you.”

“Go on, open them, I’m excited.”

Tentatively, they both reached for their respective boxes and lifted the lids. Inside each of them was a round wooden ornament with a red ribbon running through the top. And engraved in the otherwise flat surface was-

“The Leo constellation?”

“Canis Major?”

Regulus and Sirius both looked at each other simultaneously, realization dawning, and then at Hope.

“Oh,” Sirius said. “That’s us.”

“You’re right, sweetheart,” Hope answered gently. She leaned onto the counter on her forearms. “Every year, Re and Jules get a new ornament to decorate the Christmas tree with, and there’s a theme every year. I got you each one of those kind this year, too, but I figured you needed some to start with. Re and Jules each got ones carved with their birth flower when they were born, and I thought- well, I thought that your constellations would fit you. The brightest star in the sky, and the heart of the Lion, yes?”

“Yeah,” Regulus said. His voice was soft and his face red, but he looked Hope right in the eye. “Thank you. Thank you.” 

And in a fashion very unlike himself, he walked around the counter and straight into Hope’s arms. 

“Oh,” Hope laughed, surprised, but she squeezed him tightly back. “Oh, you’re welcome, honey. You’re so welcome.” 

Sirius watched his brother, his not-so-baby brother, fold himself, perhaps for the first time, in a loving mother’s embrace, and he wanted to cry. He wanted to hug Regulus, to hug Hope, to hug Lyall and Julian and Remus. He wanted to be a part of this family forever, wanted to take Reg with him. When Hope and Regulus parted, he didn’t know what he must have looked like, but when Hope came around the counter all he could do was fall into her arms. He was much taller and weighed more, but she somehow made him feel tiny and precious in her embrace. 

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you, this means so much. You have no idea.”

“No, I don’t,” she replied, frank as always. “But I hope you never will have to have any idea ever again.”

Sirius squeezed her tight and caught his brother’s eye over her shoulder. Regulus nodded, a small, tiny thing, and he knew: this was what a forever home felt like. 

I LOVE HOW YOU TALK ABOUT HOW LEO BLUSHES SO MUCH IN YOUR FICS ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER HES SO FLUSTERED ALL THE TIME

I'm trying to answer these in the order I received them, so don't worry if you don't see yours yet! They are a-comin'! ;)

Enjoy our flustered little sunshine baby! He's so adorable, it's INSANE!!!! All credits to @lumosinlove

“How’s my nutter-butter-peanut-lovernut-nutty-butty-sunshine-baby?”

Leo looked up from where he was stretching out on the mat, his mouth parted and his eyes wide. “Finn.”

“What?” Finn asked, confused. “What, did I say something?”

“I- you just- you can’t-”

“Hey Harz!” called James. “You got any more names to add to that list?”

“Yeah,” Thomas continued. “What about Reese’s peanut butter cup? Macadamia nut cookie? Planter’s peanuts?”

Finn rolled his eyes and turned to look at them. “Oh, ha-ha. You’re just jealous because Lily and Noelle aren’t allowed to practice with you.” He turned to gaze at Leo and bit his lip. “That is a right specifically reserved for me.”

“Fish,” Leo said. His face was bright red and his cheeks hot, but he was smiling. He looked so pretty like that, blonde hair splayed out on the floor beneath him and his arms stretched out over his head.

“Nuh-uh, you won’t get me to stop calling you that.” He knelt down beside Leo and squished his cheeks. “You’re my baby-baby-baby.” He kissed him soundly and whispered the phrase once more against his mouth. “My baby-baby-baby.”

When he pulled away, Leo was still blushing, but he didn’t look any less in love.

***

“Logan,” Leo gasped. “Logan, we’re in public-”

“Ouais, I don’t care,” Logan replied from his perch on Leo’s lap. He continued to suck at Leo’s neck and whispered in French against Leo’s ear. “I haven’t seen you in weeks; we should not be at a bar right now.”

“Je sais,” Leo said breathlessly. He ran his hands up and down Logan’s back to try and calm himself, although feeling his muscles underneath his shirt really did not help the situation. He looked around the dim bar at all the other people. “Je sais, but- but your teammates.”

“I don’t care what they think,” Logan said lowly. “They all know, so I don’t care.” He pulled back and his gaze was fiery. “I want you.”

Leo took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. “Lo, Lo we have to go.” 

Logan grinned and leaned in to brush their noses. “Your face is so red, mon coeur.”

“Yeah, well, you keep talking like that.”

“I think you like it,” Logan replied. He kissed Leo’s cheek. “You look so gorgeous when you blush. You look so gorgeous all the time.”

That made Leo’s face even redder around his grin. “Stop that.”

“Non,” Logan said. “Non, never.” He tugged at Leo’s hair. “Let’s go find Fish, then we can-”

“Hello, lovers,” Finn’s voice sounded, as if on cue. He put a hand on Logan's back, tilting his head and smiled knowingly. “Lo, what did you say to him? Le, you’re all flushed.”

“I- he-”

“Take me home,” Logan interrupted. He settled himself further in Leo’s lap and pressed kisses all over his cheeks. “Now, right now, let’s go home, and I’ll make you blush even more.”

Finn let out a delighted laugh and cupped Leo’s cheek. “Oh, I can definitely get behind that.” He kissed Leo’s forehead. “Let’s go, gorgeous. Tomorrow I’ll take you both out to breakfast, show you the city.”

“Non,” Logan answered, grinning cheekily. “I’ll show you, the city. But first I want to show you my sheets.”

“Jesus,” Leo said. If possible, he was blushing even harder. “Oh God, let’s just get out of here. This is embarrassing, I’m so red.”

Logan laughed and kissed his rosy cheeks. “With pleasure, mon soleil.”

***

“Fucking- jeez, your forearms, Le.”

“Hm?” Leo looked up from where he was kneading pizza dough at the counter. “What?”

Finn didn’t looked away from his hands. “Just, your forearms. And your hands, ugh.” He put his hand on his forehead as if checking for a fever. “I’m just- you’re gonna kill me. Too sexy.” He spread his hands out as if reporting a news title. “Here lies Finn O’Hara- absolutely obliterated by his boyfriend’s hot bread-kneading forearm veins.”

Leo laughed and dusted some more flour on his hands. “You’re ridiculous.”

“No I’m not. Lo!”

“Quoi?” 

“Get in here, on the double! I need your professional opinion on something.”

Logan came sliding in from their bedroom, finishing slipping his hands through Leo’s sweatshirt sleeves and pulling up the hood. His hair fluffed out from underneath. “Quoi? What’s happening?”

Finn turned towards him seriously. “I need you to watch.”

Logan furrowed his brow. “Huh? Watch what?”

Finn grasped onto his shoulders and turned him to look at Leo, who was shaking his head and blushing around a grin. “Just watch his hands. Watch them.”

“I told you, you’re ridiculous-”

“Just wait, nutter butter, you’ll see. Lo will agree with me.”

Logan dutifully watched for a few moments. His gazed was transfixed on Leo’s hands, stretching and pulling the dough, his forearms working it into the counter, his veins pulsing on every push-

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. He looked up to Leo, a light dusting of red dotting his cheeks. “Ouais, I see now.”

“Right?” Finn concurred, breathless. Leo wondered if he could tell how red his neck and ears were. “I mean- just, right?”

Leo bit his lip and looked at them through his lashes. “You like this?”

Logan nodded as if in a trance. “Ouais. Yes, yeah, I really like it.”

“Well,” Leo said. He wiped his hands on a towel and came around the counter. Both of his boys were flushed and watching him, eyes a little wide. He ducked down to kiss at Finn’s neck, then Logan’s lips when they came searching for him. He pulled away and dropped a devastating wink. “How about you make yourselves useful and chop the toppings for dinner?”

Finn spluttered. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yup,” Leo deadpanned. “Chop, chop, O’Hara. You’re on sausage and chicken duty. Tremblay, peppers and onions, please.” He looked up and smirked. “I, however, am going to finish up this pizza dough.”

His boys, their faces as red as the tomato sauce waiting to top their pizzas, just groaned and went to take out some knives.

Leo’s from NOLA so he’s probably so used to extreme heat that he’s chronically freezing cold in the fall/winter 😭

As a northern girl myself, I would never survive in the NOLA heat. To each their own, I guess.

Enjoy our lovernut being a very adorable icicle! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Absolutely not.”

“Leo,” Logan laughed. He was holding up a pair of snowshoes with a grin. “Allez.”

“No, no, no way, have you seen the thermometer?” Leo exclaimed. He picked it up from its place on Logan’s parents’ counter. “Negative twelve Celsius. That’s, like, 10 degrees!” He shivered as if to demonstrate. “I will be an icicle.”

“A very cute icicle,” Finn said, straightening from where he was tying his boots up. “C’mon, sunshine, you’ve gotta go snowshoeing at least once while we’re here.” He kissed Leo’s cheek and wrapped him in a hug. “Please, please, please?”

“Allez, Le, look,” Logan added. He pulled out some gear from a box in the mud room. “I’ve got some nice wool mittens and a fleece Buff, and you’ve got your beanie maman knit you.” He walked up to Leo and put a hand on his cheek. “You’ll be fine, mon coeur.”

Leo narrowed his eyes, but huffed. “Fine. Fine, but don’t be surprised if I can’t make you hot cocoa when we get back.”

Finn snorted lightly through his nose in amusement. “The horror.”

Leo turned to him. “You laugh now, but you love my cocoa.”

“Not as much as I love you,” Finn said with a last kiss to his cheek. “C’mon, let’s get you bundled up, butter.”

“Ouais, I’ll even strap you into your snowshoes, soleil, so you don’t have to take off your mittens.”

Leo thought for a second. “Okay,” he conceded. He pulled the fleece gaiter firmly over his head and tucked it into the neck of his jacket. “Okay, let’s go.”

After being sufficiently bundled up by his boyfriends, Leo stepped out onto the snow-covered porch of the Tremblay’s Rimouski home, just outside of the main city, and took a breath of freezing-cold air. This was not how he anticipated to be spending their week off for the All Star break, but Logan had wanted to go home where the snow was high, and Finn and Leo would follow him anywhere- hence, their mid-season reunion headed up north to the freezing cold Canadian winter. It was a wonderland, the snowbanks piled up on the side of the streets and the tree branches weighed down with heavy powder. If only Leo’s parents could see him now. His mother would certainly laugh. 

Leo watched as Logan knelt to strap him into the snowshoes he was borrowing from Logan’s father. He looked handsome with his winter coat and his bomber hat, all rugged and outdoorsy. Leo sometimes forgot that this had been Logan’s life before the NHL- it was more distinctly different from Leo's and Finn’s than Leo’s and Finn’s were from each other. It seemed that he never lost the love for the wilderness, either, because the first thing he had suggested they do last night was go for a morning snowshoe the following day, which Finn had readily agreed to. Leo had taken a little more convincing, and was promised lots of cuddles and blankets after their walk in the woods- a promise he certainly was going to make sure they kept.

Now, however, he got to relish the brightness of Logan’s eyes looking up at him as he finished helping Leo. His gloves were hanging around his wrists on their straps to allow his nimble fingers to do the buckles, and his hair flopped out a little over his forehead from underneath his hat. He smiled gently up at Leo and cradled the back of his calf. “All done,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to Leo’s thigh through his snowpants. He stood up and pressed a light peck to Leo’s lips. “Ready, mon amour?”

“Ouais,” Leo replied. He shivered. “I’m already cold.”

“Well, let’s get moving,” Finn said. He kicked his feet out a few times and grinned at Logan. “Damn, Lo, it’s been a while since I wore these. Probably the last time I visited your place during the winter in college.”

Logan grinned back. “Oui. Not so awkward on your feet now, huh, Bambi?”

Finn rolled his eyes but kissed Logan’s forehead. “Ha ha.” He jerked his chin at Leo. “Why don’t you teach him?” His toasty brown eyes caught Leo’s own baby blues, and his toothy grin and freckles were sharp against the dark navy of his hat. “These are no ordinary shoes, sunshine.”

“Non,” Logan agreed. “You’ve gotta pick your feet up a little more and walk slightly outwards, d’accord? So they don’t drag and tear your snowpants.” He demonstrated by stepping off the porch and walking a few steps in the yard. “Like this, oui?”

“Ooooo-ways!” Finn yelled. He followed after Logan, jumping on him briefly with an arm around his shoulders. He kissed his cheek hard, then turned and held his hand out to Leo. “You coming, baby-baby?”

Leo nodded and took the first step towards them through the soft, twinkling snow.  

***

“Oh, baby. Oh, baby-baby, you’re shaking.”

“Uh-huh,” Leo said through chattering teeth. He attempted a smile. “It was fun, though.”

Finn made a noise in the back of his throat. “Are you sure?” He tugged Leo’s hat and Buff off, both slightly damp with sweat and snow. “You’re freezing, sweetheart.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He had stripped himself of his winter clothes the fastest, left in only jogging pants and a thermal T-shirt. “Let’s throw our damp clothes in the dryer, and I’ll make us a fire.”

“Th-thanks,” Leo got out.

Finn tisked his tongue. “Let’s get you in some fresh dry clothes, Le.”

“I-I’m really fine-”

“Nope, nuh-uh.” Finn shook his head. “No frozen boyfriends. You’re not any fun if you’re frozen.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully but crossed his arms over his body, completely rid of all layers except his pants and thermal shirt as well. “I’m going to go put on a sweatshirt.”

Finn kissed him. “And dry socks. There are some more wool ones I unpacked last night, they’re in the top drawer.”

“Merci,” Leo said, and all but rushed up the stairs to Logan’s bedroom. He found one of Logan’s Rangers sweatshirts on their bed. It was a little big on Logan anyways, and made Leo feel surrounded by the scent of him as he pulled the hood over his head. Leo ducked his nose into the collar and took a big inhale. He’d missed Logan so terribly some nights it was hard to sleep, even with Finn as a warm weight against his back. Now, though, he felt tucked away and safe in the place Logan grew up- even though he was freezing his tail off.

He came back downstairs laden in cozy clothing and two pairs of woolen socks to find Logan in the kitchen bustling around to make tea and Finn putting a few more logs on the fire Logan had made in the Tremblay’s woodstove. Marius and Iva were skiing overnight at a lodge somewhere, so they had the house to themselves, and took full advantage of sprawling across the couches in the living room. Leo nestled into the cushions and smiled as Finn draped a fleece blanket over him, tucking it under Leo’s body.

“There we go,” Finn said. He kissed Leo softly. “A nice Leo burrito.” He sat sideways on Leo’s lap and hugged his shoulders tightly. “How are you feeling, my pretty peanut?”

“Good,” Leo said. Between the sweatshirt, the blanket, and Finn’s fleece-covered shoulder pressing against him, his voice came out muffled. “My face is a little cold, still, and my feet. But I’m okay.”

“Well,” Finn said. “I can do something about that.” He turned his torso slightly and squished Leo’s cheeks, pressing kisses all over his face. His lips were warm and firm, a sharp contrast to Leo’s freezing skin. With a final wet, smacking one to his forehead, Finn leaned back and looked down with a soft grin. “Better?”

Leo nodded. He was smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. “Merci. Where’s Lo?”

“Salut,” Logan said. He came into the room balancing a tray with three cups in one hand and a pair of fuzzy slippers in the other. “Allez, soleil, I brought you something to help with your feet.” He set the tray down and then knelt to the floor to slip the shoes on Leo’s feet. “I figured they would be cold.”

Leo felt his cheeks flush around his smile. Finn laughed and ran a hand through Logan’s hair. “You’re such a sweetheart, huh, ten?”

Logan bit his lip and looked up. He looked happy and content in the soft firelight. “Only sometimes.” He peered around to look at Leo. “You look so cute with your eyes just looking at me like that.”

It was a display of frankness so uncharacteristic of Logan that it made Leo gasp out a giggle, nudging his nose into Finn’s shoulder. “I guess I just got something nice to look at.”

“Ouais, you do,” Logan grinned. He moved to the couch to curl up beside Leo, pushing his warm nose into his neck. He dropped a lingering kiss there. “Thank you for coming snowshoeing with us.”

Leo leaned their heads together and looked up at Finn. “I had fun. Really, I did.” He shivered. “I think I’m just not made for cold weather.”

Logan laughed. “Non. Non, you’re not.” He turned Leo’s face to kiss him gently. “Even though you do look very sweet when you’re all cozy in winter clothes.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed. He pinched Leo’s nose lightly. “You’re like our own little snugglebug. Soft and squishable and cuddly.”

Leo snorted. “Gee, thanks, Harz.”

“It’s a good thing.” He tucked his face on the other side of Leo’s neck and pressed closer. “I like having a personal snugglebug.” He leaned back to look at Logan and kissed him briefly. “In fact, I got two. Lucky me.”

“Ouais, lucky you.” Logan’s eyes were so fond Leo thought that he would melt into the couch cushions. “Allez, tea time.” He stroked Leo’s belly with a warm hand. “Gotta heat you up from the inside.”

Finn swung his leg over and settled down on Leo’s other side with a final kiss to his cheek. He reached for their tea and handed a cup to each Logan and Leo before taking a sip of his own. His face scrunched in a grimace and he coughed. “Lo. Baby, I love you, so much, but I think this is yours.”

Logan scoffed. “It’s not that bad.”

“I don’t know how you drink that sugar bomb-”

“It’s good-”

“It’s literally pure honey, honey, that is not a perfectly balanced-”

“Oh, mon Dieu, rouge, to me it’s-”

Leo couldn’t help it. Giggles started deep in his belly, warm with the tea, and bubbled upwards until they escaped through his mouth. Logan and Finn stopped abruptly, smiling at him with their mouths open and their foreheads pinched in confusion. Leo looked between the two of them, flushed, and wiggled himself back into the cushions a little bit more.

“Quoi?” Logan asked. He nuzzled into Leo’s neck playfully and nipped at the skin there. “Quoi, what?”

“Nothing,” Leo laughed. “Nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing.” He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. “I’m good. I’m so good.” He sighed. “I’m so, so in love with you.”

He couldn’t see their smiles, but he knew they were there. Just like he knew that they were as happy as he was, that they were as in love as he was. He knew that they were in freefall just like him, floating higher and higher and weightless, up in the clouds and on the beach, watching the rolling, blue seas. Their laughter was the music he swayed to, their eyes the view he pictured when he fell asleep. Their fingers had left marks on his skin, their smiles on his heart. Their lips had caressed every part of him, knew all of him, and Leo was so in love he was vibrating with it. He was shivering, but not because he was cold anymore. 

He settled further back into the couch and sighed. One of Finn’s hands was on his thigh, the other’s fingers laced with his own; Logan’s warm palm was under his sweatshirt, rubbing his stomach soothingly, the other up in his hair. He felt everywhere their skin touched acutely, like it was burning him, but not like fire. Or, yes, like fire, but like the fire in front of him: heating him from inside out, igniting this eternal flame inside of him. 

Leo opened his eyes to find both of their beautiful faces hovering in front of him. He kissed them each softly and bent all their heads together. “I love you,” he whispered with a smile. “I love you so much. Thank you for taking me snowshoeing."

I LOVE LOVE LOVE all your prompts! Please keep sending them, and I will do my best to get to them when I can. I feel honored to be the voice you trust with your thoughts and ideas. :)

This was something I wrote ages ago, so I figured I'd post it. It also happens to have some of my favorite dialogue of the boys that I've ever written.

TW for discussion of nefarious activities. Nobody actually participates in them, but there is a healthy discussion about them, which should ALWAYS be happening in relationships where nefarious activities are participated in, regardless of how long the people have been together.

All credits to @lumosinlove

The world was full of people that loved Logan Tremblay. Finn and Leo included. Finn and Leo especially, in Finn’s expert opinion. But that did not mean other people didn’t, particularly fans.

Like the ones by the glass that were being shown on the jumbotron. 

A group of what looked like young adults were standing there with signs, saying things like Hey, hot (head) Tremblay, can I get a puck?; #71, nice lettuce! Can I have your haircare routine?; and Finn’s personal favorite: Remember me? Harvard Halloween party 2016?

Maybe, Finn thought, squinting at the screen, a few too many people loved Logan Tremblay.

The boy holding the final sign had wavy red hair and blue eyes, and looked strong underneath his Rangers jersey. It confused Finn slightly- Logan had never mentioned picking up boys in college before, and Finn was one-hundred percent sure it had never happened. Mostly.

Logan would’ve told him. Right?

He nudged Leo, who was sat beside him in the players box. The Lions had gotten knocked out in the previous round, and Finn had taken some personal days off from school so they could both come and support Logan as he and the Rangers made (another) run for the Cup. Alex had retired at the end of last season when they had made it to the Stanley Cups Finals and won, going out on a high. It had been a tough and physical 7-game series, with both him and Logan walking away with cuts all over their hands and cheeks, but a silver trophy nonetheless. 

Honestly, it was almost annoying how often they made it deep into the playoffs. Finn, two years into his retirement and in his first year of teaching, still couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

Leo turned to him, ginger ale can raised to his mouth. He swallowed. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Finn nudged his chin. “Look at the folks on the jumbotron.” 

Leo did, squinted to read, then grinned a little amusedly. “You jealous?”

Finn scoffed. “No.” He paused. “A little. I don’t know, I’m mostly confused.” He took Leo’s hand, stroking his wedding band and engagement ring. “He just- he never mentioned hooking up with any boys in college. In the year we were apart.”

Leo’s brow furrowed. “Okay. But does it matter?”

Finn shook his head hard. “No. God, of course not, not in that way. It’s just-” He sucked through his teeth. “He was so afraid of not being- straight. He couldn’t even break those walls down for me then, and…” He rolled his eyes. “This is stupid.”

Leo reach up to brush his cheek. “No, it’s not stupid. Tell me.”

Finn played with Leo’s fingers, looking down. “He couldn’t break those walls down for me, even though he loved me. I just don’t understand how he could-” He paused, breath hitching, then moved his eyes upward. Leo was staring at him in his careful way, listening. He was so good at listening. “I just don’t understand how he could break those walls down for somebody else, for another guy, if he couldn’t do it for me.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Leo whispered. “Maybe…” Leo paused, obviously considering his next words carefully. Finn nudged him. “Maybe he did it with them because he didn’t have to break down walls for them. If it was just one time.” He put his pointer finger under Finn’s chin to kiss him. “He loved you so much. Loves you so much. So do I. Sometimes those feelings are so overwhelming- those walls he had for you might not have been about sex, sweetheart.” Leo took a deep breath. “I think- I think they were beyond that. Logan’s love transcends sex, Fish, and I think that was the problem at the time.” He shrugged. “Plus, that person kind of looks like you, yeah? Might’ve just reminded him of you.”

Finn looked down at the guy, who was no longer on the jumbotron but still close to the ice. He saw the lean set of his waist, his broad back. His red hair, his blue eyes. He looked at Leo. “Kind of looks like you, too. The eyes. His build.”

Leo smiled. “Well- Logan was just looking for both of us, then.”

Finn kissed him. “I love you, Le.”

“Love you, too, honey. Lo, too.”

They both turned back to the ice, where the Rangers and Bruins were still doing their warm-ups. Logan had skated over to the group of people, tilting his head in a way that Finn knew meant he was confused. He was reading the sign and then briefly talked to the guy. The guy replied to him, looking both sheepish and excited, then they were both laughing. Logan reached down for a puck, sharpie in hand, signed it and tossed it over the boards. They exchanged a few more words, and Logan tapped his fist to the glass with a smile before skating away.

“Well,” Leo said. “They obviously recognize each other. And they seemed friendly. That’s a good thing, I think.”

Finn hummed in agreement, but he was still confused. Leo, sensing his lingering hesitation, cupped his jaw, gentle but firm, and turned to kiss him. When he pulled away, he looked resolute, his eyes loving and determined. 

“Us three, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Forever.”

Finn smiled, relaxing. Leo smiled back. He looked so gorgeous when he smiled that Finn had to kiss him again. “Yeah, baby. Forever and ever.” 

He watched the game mostly tucked under Leo’s arm, even when they were standing. Logan played hard, he always did, but the playoffs made him even more determined. He stick-handled deftly, checked hard but clean. His game was efficient and well thought out, and he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head with the way that he kept finding his guys. Finn loved watching him, always had. He loved watching Logan even more with Leo at his side, a warm weight around him. Leo knew how special Logan was, watched him so lovingly. Leo was special. Finn was so lucky.

They pulled out a win in overtime, with an incredible wrist shot from the dot by Zibanejad. Logan had scored two goals in regulation, both assisted by Luke. They weren’t like how Finn and Logan had been when they’d played together, but they were as close as anyone could get, Finn thought. He was glad Logan had someone in his corner like that in New York.

After the game, he and Leo said goodbye to Logan’s family, Thomas, who came with Noelle, and Adelaida, Logan’s sister Sydney’s girlfriend, before heading down to wait outside the locker room. Finn knew he was gripping Leo’s hand and forearm hard, but Leo just turned and placed a kiss on his forehead. They were standing there against the wall for Finn didn’t know how long, his head on Leo’s shoulder with his eyes half-closed. He was suddenly tired, and Leo was soft and warm. Logan would be, too.

Beside them, the locker room door opened and someone took a surprised inhale. “Oh,” Logan said. “Soleil. Rouge.” He stepped in front of them, his smile soft. He glanced at their hands, then at their faces. “Bonjour, mes amours.”

“Hi, honey,” Leo said, reaching with his free arm to pull Logan towards them and into a kiss. “Good game. You played so well.”

“Hm,” Logan said into another kiss. “Merci, mon coeur.” He turned his face up to Finn and smiled. “Finn.”

God, Finn loved the way Logan said his name. “Hi, baby,” he said, smiling and kissing him. “You looked so good out there.” He leaned down to bite at Logan’s jaw. “So good.”

Logan hummed happily, his head against Leo’s chest, eyes pointed down. He was looking at Finn and Leo’s intertwined hands. Finn knew he was still squeezing tightly. “Quoi? Ça va?” He looked up. Busted. “What’s wrong?”

Leo looked at Finn, and then at Logan, whose eyes were flitting between their faces. Eventually, he nodded and bit his lip, placing a hard kiss on each of their foreheads. “Is there a room, Lo? Or do we wanna go home, talk?”

At that, Finn looked up at him. “Home.”

Logan was still worried, but understood. Leo shouldered Logan’s bag with a kiss to his head, and with his now free arms Logan hugged Finn around the waist briefly. Finn wrapped his arms around Logan’s neck, tucking his face into Logan’s hair. He smelled clean, like the showers. Finn could breath in his scent, Leo’s scent, for eternity. After a few seconds, he felt Leo’s hand on his back and pulled away. “Okay,” he said, grabbing Logan’s hand. “Let’s go home.”

Leo drove them to Logan’s apartment, Logan following behind in his Jeep that he’d taken earlier to the arena. Finn played with Leo’s fingers, which were resting on his thigh and rubbing softly. He looked over to Leo’s side profile: his cut jaw, his curls, his careful eyes watching the road. Finn took a deep breath. When his voice came out, it was soft. “Do you think he’ll get mad at me?”

Leo looked at him briefly from the road. “No, sweetheart. No, I don’t think he will get mad.” He brought Finn’s hand to his mouth and kissed over his wedding band and his engagement ring. He had Logan’s on his hand, today, Leo’s around his neck on a chain. “He isn’t going anywhere, Finn. He loves you too much.”

Finn squeezed his hand. “He loves you, too, Le, baby.” He kissed Leo’s knuckles in return. “I love you.”

Leo just smiled. “Love you.”

They pulled up at the same time as Logan, Leo once again grabbing Logan’s bags from the car. Logan grabbed for Finn’s hand, but Finn just wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist and kissed him hard. He smiled, and felt Logan smile back. “Love you, Tremblay.”

Logan giggled in the way he only did for the two of them. “Je t’aime, rouge.”

Finn turned around, then bent down. He looked over his shoulder. “Jump.”

“Quoi?” Logan’s brow was furrowed. 

“Jump,” Finn said again. “I’m being a nice husband. You just played an NHL playoff game. It’s prince-treatment tonight.”

Leo laughed. “Oh, God, that’s going to go to his head now.”

Logan just smiled, all teeth. “Oh man”, he said, mocking Finn’s accent. Finn just stuck his tongue out as Logan jumped onto his back, arms around his neck. “I’m a lucky prince.” He pointed ahead of them. “Onward, mon rouge.”

Finn just fake dropped him, catching him under his thighs as Logan made an ah! sound. Finn blindly smacked at his legs. “I’m not a horse, ten.”

Leo rolled his eyes with a grin. “Let’s go, His Royal Highness and his trusty steed.”

Logan was warm along Finn’s back all the way up to the apartment, pressing kisses along the base of his neck. Leo opened the door for them and patted Logan’s butt as they walked through, earning himself a cheeky grin. Logan wiggled to get down, but Finn gripped his thighs harder, carrying him over to the couch. Realizing what was going to happen, Logan tried again. “Rouge-”

But Finn ignored him, sitting down backwards on the couch, squashing Logan a bit underneath him with a satisfied sigh. “Ah,” he said. “My favorite couch cushion.”

Logan just pinched his side and bit his neck. “Rouge.”

“Ow,” Finn said. “Didn’t know couch cushions bite.”

“Ouais, this one does.” 

Finn let Logan have a little room to scoot upwards and fully sit, then flopped down, his back to Logan’s chest. He laced their hands on his stomach, slumped down a little to accommodate for the height difference. Leo settled down alongside them. 

“Wow,” he said, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Look at you, Tremblay. Finally of service, and not being serviced.”  

Logan rolled his eyes, but reach his hand out. “Ici, soleil.”

Leo complied, snuggling up along their sides, one arm along the back of the couch and the other on Finn’s side. He threw his left leg over Finn’s, settling down. “I take back what I just said.”

Logan just smiled and kissed him contentedly. Finn settled his head back on Logan’s left shoulder and slouched down further so he could lean and watch the both of them. Gorgeous. Both of them were so gorgeous.

Leo pulled away first, giving Logan one last peck before turning his eyes to Finn’s. He somehow always knew what they were thinking, everything on their faces written out plainly for him. Logan, upon seeing Leo’s gaze, turned to look down, too. He furrowed his brow. “Rouge?” He lifted Finn more firmly to his chest. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Finn could feel himself panicking a little, breathing heavy. Leo just squeezed his thigh, nudging his chin in a go on gesture. Finn took a deep breath, looking down at his and Logan’s hands laced across his stomach. He played with Logan’s rings briefly, collecting his thoughts.

“When you were warming up,” he started. “I saw- there was this guy. With his friends, and they had signs. And you went to talk to him, and the guy…” He took a shaky breath in, pressing harder back into Logan’s solid chest. Logan held him tighter. “His sign said something about- Harvard? And sex? Or- insinuating sex… with you.” He could feel Logan’s sudden intake of breath and turned his head to look into his eyes. “Not that that’s bad. God, Lo, I’m not gonna judge you for that. I know we-” His eyes were wettening. “We both had… other people when we weren’t at Harvard together. Hell, even when we were. I just-” He stopped, a heavy weight settling in his chest.

“Rouge,” Logan whispered, nudging his cheek with his nose. “Dites-moi. Tell me.”

Finn whimpered slightly, feeling Leo’s hand come up to stroke his neck. He was so grateful for their touch, for their strength, in moments like this. “I didn’t know you had slept with another man,” he said. “And I… oh God, this is awful.”

He had really started crying then, and Logan made a panicked sound. He started grabbing for Finn to turn him around, but Finn was so stiff that Leo had to stand up and help him. Together, they moved Finn so he was straddling Logan’s lap, facing his husbands, Logan and Leo’s hands on his hips, steadying him. Logan leaned up to kiss his cheeks wet cheeks.

“Rouge,” Logan whispered, a little frantically. “Rouge, what’s wrong? Mon coeur, mon coeur…”

“Sorry,” Finn got out. Leo shushed him, hand going to the back of his neck and squeezing. “Sorry, sorry, it’s not you. It’s just, what I’m about to say makes me feel really guilty, I’m sorry-”

“Rouge,” Logan said again, nose against Finn’s jaw. “Donne le moi. It’s okay. Give it to me.” 

“Okay, okay,” Finn started, sitting up and away. He wiped his cheeks and looked at his husbands, their eyes patient if not a bit concerned. “What I was going to say is-” He cleared is through. “Is that I- it surprised me to see that, to see the man with the sign because…” Finn took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Because you broke down your walls to have sex with him, and not for me.”

Logan made a noise low in his throat, and looked to Leo. “Quoi?”

Leo brushed Finn’s hair back from his forehead like he sometimes did. “Finn, honey, it’s okay.” He turned to Logan. “It’s okay, it makes sense.” Back to Finn. “Go on, sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” Finn said, swallowing. “Yeah, okay. Lo,” he said, looking into Logan’s eyes. “I was surprised because… because, back then, you were so afraid of being not straight…” He had expected Logan to wince, or look away, but he just nodded, stroking a finger down Finn’s cheek. Finn, boldened, continued on. “And I thought that, if you couldn’t let your walls down to have me, who you… who you loved- how could you let your walls down for him? And it’s not-” He closed his eyes again, guilt creeping in. “It’s not that I’m trying to make it about me in that sense, it’s your body- I just don’t understand I guess. Leo said-” He stopped again, gripping at the hand that Leo offered him. “Leo said that it might’ve been different, because what we had- what we have- that goes beyond sex. It goes beyond everything.” He looked at Logan. “You’re everything.” Looked at Leo. “You’re both everything.” Back to Logan. “I- I’m obviously okay with it, I’m not here to judge. But I just- I think I’m hurt. Not by what you did, but just- a surprised hurt. A reliving-my-sad-days hurt.” He laughed a little self-deprecatingly. “You did a number on me Tremblay.”

Logan whined. “Finn-”

“No, no, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” Finn said. “It’s not important- we figured that out years ago.” He grabbed Leo’s hand, the one with his rings, and held it up alongside his own, flashing his own rings. “Now I’m yours forever, huh? And you get two, Tremblay. You lucky duck.”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh, a little tearily, staring at their hands then Finn’s face. “Ouais. The luckiest.” His smile faded a little. “But, Finn- I know I wasn’t okay back then.”

Finn shook his head. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

Logan gripped his hip harder with one hand, then reached for Leo and Finn’s hands with the other. “Non, non, that’s not what I was going to say.” He played with their rings. “Mais, ouais, not exactly what I was going to say.”

Finn and Leo straightened up, Leo leaning over to kiss the side of Logan’s head. Logan looked to him, and smiled. “Mon soleil.”

“Toujours.”

Logan smiled wider, then looked at Finn. “I never slept with any men. That I knew of.”

Finn jerked back a bit, confused. “What? But the guy-”

Logan shook his head. “Merde, that came out wrong.” He laughed a little. “That was Sam. He was a freshman when I was a senior, played on the women’s rugby team. He still went by Sam back then, so it clicked when he reintroduced himself today, but- he hadn’t come out yet.”

Leo’s eyes widened, then he grinned broadly. “Oh. Oh. Oh, that’s so sweet.”

Finn was still confused. “What? I’m still confused.”

Logan laughed. “He’s trans, Fish.”

Finn’s mouth opened, then he choked out a laugh. “Oh. Oh my God, that makes so much sense.” He pushed his hips down into Logan. “You slept with him- before he came out as a man. So he didn’t- he didn’t know he was a man, then?”

Logan shrugged. “Might’ve known, I’m not sure. It was one time.” His smiled softened. “His partner plays hockey. They were there, too. Had the sign about my hair.” That made Leo laugh, his nose scrunching, and Logan reached his hand out to pinch it lightly. “Tres mignon, mon soleil.” He brought his hand down. “He just wanted to say thanks, I guess. Said it meant a lot to see other… ‘not straight’ players out there.” Logan grinned slyly as he finished his sentence. 

Finn just smiled. “Hey, you said it.”

Logan just kissed him. “I’m not with you because you’re a man, mon rouge,” he said. His eyes had turned soft, firm, and a little desperate. “I’m with you because you’re Finn, because…” His breath hitched, and he brought his temple to rest against Finn’s. “Because you’re mine. Because we are supposed to be together.” He leaned back to look at Leo, brushing a hand to his cheek. “All of us. You’re both mine.” He huffed a breath. “I don’t- I don’t know if I would have knowingly been with another man besides you, mon rouge, but… but I don’t think that’s what matters.” He took both of their hands with their wedding rings and pressed his mouth to them. His breath warmed the metal, and Finn felt like he was going to burst from the love floating around the room. “What matters is that I love you. Vous êtes tous ma vie, mes amours. Vous êtes tous tout.” He looked at each of them in turn, kissed them both lightly. “My life. My everything. And sex with you both, it’s…” He grinned a little sheepishly, his cheeks reddening. “C'est tellement bon. The best. The best because you’re my everything.” 

Leo was a bit teary as he pulled Logan in to kiss him again, then Finn. His lips were soft against Finn’s own, all warmth and sunshine just like the rest of him. “Oh, sweethearts, you are everything.” He sniffled, then grinned a little mischievously. “You know, when I first told my mom we were dating, when I told her it was gonna be a lot- she said that I could’ve said that I was going to marry a sea turtle and she would’ve thrown us a party.” 

That got them all to laugh, Logan’s chest shaking under where Finn’s hands were resting on his pecs. 

“Non, soleil,” Logan said, smile so wide his eyes scrunched. “No sea turtles.” He looked at Finn. “But not bad, eh?”

“I don’t know,” Leo said. “Sometimes you both are more trouble than you’re worth, I think.”

Finn scoffed, reaching his arms out to shove him lightly. “Yeah, right.” He stuck his nose up, crossing his arms. “No more foot rubs for you then, peanut.”

Logan pinched his side, and Leo leaned forward to kiss at his neck. “Alright, baby,” Leo said, exasperated. “You know I love you and all your trouble.”

Finn turned his head, squinting his eyes for a moment before conceding and kissing him. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought.”

“Oh, rouge,” Logan sighed. “You’re just the most trouble.”

Leo snorted. “You’re one to talk, His Royal Highness Prince Tremblay.”

“Non,” Logan retorted, leaning in to kiss Leo deeply, a bit heatedly, if Finn had to say. “Being trouble and demanding are two different things.”

Leo laughed, the sound reverberating across the living room. He settled back into the couch, leaning heavily against their sides. Finn slumped forward and dropped his head into the crook of Logan’s neck. “I’m sorry I freaked you out, Lo, baby,” he said softly.

Logan scratched his back. “Non, it’s okay. It’s good.” He kissed Finn’s head. “Feels good we make a difference, non?”

Finn sat up slightly, turning to look at his two boys. Maybe Logan was right- it didn’t matter that they were all boys. Not in the context of their relationship just existing between them. Finn would love them any way he could have them, he was sure of it. But to the world, to others like them, it did matter. It mattered enough that someone was brave enough to talk to Logan at the game, that kids showed up to the LGBTQ+ hockey camps Leo ran in the summer. It mattered to Finn’s students, when they walked into his classroom and saw a Pride flag, when they saw the wedding pictures on his desk of three men, committed to each other for life because they were in love. So deeply, deeply in love. 

That’s all that mattered, Finn thought. The devotion was important. The commitment, too. But more than anything, the thing that made the difference was the love. All of the beautiful, fulfilling love.“Ouais,” he said in an attempt to mimic Logan’s accent. His husbands smiled down at him, all gorgeous and lovely and his. “Feels good to be in love."

One of my favorite little moments from vaincre is when Leo got visibly flustered at the fact that Finn could pick him up during the scene where they were all hanging out at the pool. Just the fact that he probably thinks he’s too tall or heavy to be picked up and him getting so flustered when Finn did it omg

This is ALSO one of my favorite moments. Great minds, I guess.

As a short human, I identify with Logan in the sense that I love to be picked up. I also identify with Finn in the sense that I also like to pick other people up. Tall people deserve to be carried around, too!

Enjoy our sunshine being carried around a bunch!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“You picked me up,” Leo said as the door shut behind them. 

“Hm?” Finn asked. He was drying off his hair with a towel. “What’d you say, sunshine?”

“At the pool,” Leo continued. He stripped himself of his swimsuit and pulled on a pair of boxers from his suitcase. “You just- you put me over your shoulder and picked me up.”

Finn finished pulling up his own shorts and grinned at him. “Oh? Did you like that?”

“Well, I’ve never-” Leo started, but was interrupting by a buzzing sound coming from the nightstand. He looked over at where their iPad screen was lit up. “It’s Lo.”

Finn walked over and picked up the tablet, pressing the green button. Logan’s face lit up the screen and Finn smiled. “Hey, gorgeous. How are you?”

“Bien,” Logan replied. “Congrats on the win.”

“Thanks, baby,” Finn said. He sat criss-cross on top of the hotel bed covers. “Did you eat?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais, at Luke’s. We had burgers.” He paused. “Where’s Le?”

Finn gestured with his hand. “Right over here, baby, he’s-” He paused and broke out into a sharp grin. “Are you still thinking about that?”

Leo hadn’t moved since Finn had picked up the phone. His brow was furrowed and his mouth parted in thought as he listened to his boys talk. Logan made a questioning noise through the screen. “Quoi? What’s happening?”

Finn turned to face Logan again, still grinning. “Leo’s all flustered that I picked him up.”

Logan laughed. “Quoi? Soleil?”

Leo shook himself out of his trance and went to sit by Finn. Logan’s face was amused when Leo looked at him. “Sorry, sorry. We just- we went swimming in the hotel pool, and- Sirius and Remus were there.” He jerked his head to Finn. “And then Finn just- he just picked me up and ran and jumped in the pool.”

Logan burst out laughing. “Ouais, that sounds like him. But he picks me up all the time.”

Leo rolled his eyes and could feel his face flushing. “Yeah, but you’re not six-foot-three and two hundred pounds.”

Finn made a noise in the back of his throat. He got on his knees and put his hands on Leo’s thighs to rub gently. His eyes were warm and questioning. “Is that what you’re worried about? Because I can assure you, Logan and I can definitely bench you, sunshine. Throwing you over my shoulder is nothing.”

Logan nodded in agreement. “Ouais, soleil. Next time I see you, I’ll pick you up, too.”

Leo ducked his face shyly. “Well- okay, then.”

“Look at you, all blushing,” Finn cooed. He pressed a burst of kisses to Leo’s cheek. “This is really doing it for you, huh?”

Leo bit his lip around a smile. “Well, I just never thought I’d be with someone who could do that. There aren’t many people who are strong enough to lift someone as big as me.”

“Well, not if they aren’t trying, baby,” Finn said. He knelt his way off the bed and set the iPad further down the bed so Logan could have a wider view. Then, he looked up and beckoned Leo with a hand. “C’mere.”

“What?” Leo asked around a laugh. 

“Just come here.”

Leo stood up and walked over to him. Finn wrapped his arms loosely around Leo’s waist and kissed him softly. When they pulled back from one another, his brown eyes were serious. “I don’t care what anyone else has said to you, or what you thought they would say. You’re body is absolutely gorgeous, and we love it very much.”

“Ouais,” came Logan’s voice. Leo looked behind himself to see his eyes were twinkling and they smiled at one another. “The most gorgeous.”

Finn pressed his mouth to Leo’s ear and spoke quickly. “Plus, the perk of dating two athletes is that we can do this.”

Leo yelped slightly as the arms around his waist tightened again and Finn bent down slightly to throw him over his shoulder. Finn’s arms went around his thighs, one hand coming up to pat his butt lovingly. Leo twisted his head up, his neck straining slightly to see Logan laughing through the iPad. “Fish,” he gasped delightedly.

“Gotcha, butter,” Finn said. His voice was light and happy. He was laughing, too. “Gonna carry you like this through the streets of Gryff.”

“No,” Leo protested, but it wasn’t all that convincing.

“Yon,” Finn retorted. Then Leo’s world spun as Finn turned them around. “How’s he look, Tremblay?”

“Gorgeous,” Logan replied. “Viens ici.”

Finn took a step closer towards the bed. Leo gasped as he was flung down off of his shoulder, falling against the springy mattress. Finn straddled him and planted his hands on either side of Leo’s head. His hair flopped down over his face and his teeth were a bright white against his freckled skin. “Gorgeous, gorgeous, baby. I like tossing you around.”

Leo’s smile and giggles scrunched his face as Finn made a big show of kissing his neck sloppily. He turned his head to look at Logan, who was smiling back. Joy bubbled up through his belly and made him lightheaded as he cupped the back of Finn’s head against him.

“I love you,” he laughed. “I love you so much.”

Both of their answering smiles were blinding. 

***

“Thank you for surprising me,” Logan said. He had come up to put his hands on Leo’s hips as he wiped the counters. They had just finished the breakfast Finn had brought them. “I like waking up with you in my bed.”

“Us too, sweetheart,” Leo said. He turned to rest his arms over Logan’s shoulders. “You feeling ready for the B’s?”

“Mmhm,” Logan nodded. He pressed closer and rested his chin on Leo’s collarbone, a smile making its way across his face. “I have a surprise for you.”

Leo looked at him, confused. “What? But, you didn’t know we were coming how could you-” He gasped suddenly as Logan gripped him under his thighs and in one smooth motion boosted him up to sit on the counter. He let out a breathless laugh. “Lo…”

“I told you,” Logan said through a mischievous grin. “I told you that the next time I saw you I would pick you up.”

Leo wrapped his legs around Logan’s torso. It felt good to do that, to not be the one who did the lifting, to be the one that got to wrap his limbs around someone else instead of the other way around. “Oh yeah?”

Logan leaned up to kiss him. “Ouais.” He smoothed his hands up and down Leo’s legs. “Hold on.”

“What are you- oh my God.”

Logan had, once again in one movement, grabbed Leo’s thighs and pulled him forward until he was off of the counter, hanging on tightly to Logan. It was a bit awkward, and Leo felt his height acutely, but Logan didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he didn’t even look like he was struggling at all.

“Careful, sweetheart, I don’t wanna hurt-”

Logan scoffed. “You’re not hurting me.” He leaned up to bring their faces closer together. “I bench more than you weigh, remember?”

Leo smiled, smitten. “I remember.”

“Good,” Logan said, satisfied. “Now, to the couch.”

Leo laughed as Logan carried him around the counter and to the living room. Finn chose that moment to come out of the bathroom, amused smile plastered on his face. “What have we here?”

“Leo appreciation,” Logan answered. He squeezed Leo around his thighs and plopped him on the couch, immediately straddling his waist. “We aren’t letting his feet touch the ground all day.”

Finn came to kneel on the ground just to the side of them and looked up. “I can get behind that.” He ran his hands up and down Leo’s thighs and pressed kisses just above his knee. Leo felt warm all over. “These beautiful legs aren’t going to have to work a single second.”

Logan pressed his lips to Leo’s jaw and Leo made a happy sound. Logan grinned against his skin, and Leo was so, so in love with the both of them. “Non. Not a single second."

Concussion Finn makes me 😭 would love to read some Harvard era concussion angst if you feel so inclined, love your writing!

As someone who has had multiple concussions, I really do feel for Finn. Poor baby Bambi!

I don't think I have it in me to write pure angst. HOWEVER, I made a compromise. Have some Harvard-era concussion angst with a healthy helping of LeLo softness and Finn being a silly, sleep-talking concussed goose.

All credits to @lumosinlove

“Ayo, Tremz! Why don’t you bring some of this up to Bambi? He’s probably hungry, and he hasn’t been downstairs all day.”

Logan looked up from his own taco to see Percy holding up a plate with three of them on it, laden with pico and guacamole and cheese, just the way Finn liked it. He was holding it out expectantly, and Logan furrowed his eyebrows. “Quoi? Why me?”

Percy rolled his eyes. “Because you’re the only one who actually gets any information out of him or anything. He’s been faking it or something for the rest of us, I don’t know.” His eyes glanced to Will, who was hovering nearby with a plate of his own. “Would you- would you mind just checking on him?”

Logan nodded and finished off his last taco with a large bite. “Ouais,” he said. He took the plate from Percy. “Merci, Perce.”

Percy nodded. Will’s eyes looked between them in that gentle, careful way that they did. He and Percy shared a look before Will took a deep breath and turned to Logan. “Tell him we said hi, okay? We’re a little worried.”

Logan sighed. “Ouais, me too.” He turned towards the stairs. “I’ll be right back.”

He tried to control his breathing as he ascended, the plate shaking slightly in his hands. It wasn’t good, he thought, that every time he entered their room it felt like he would crawl out of his skin. It hurt looking across at Finn’s back in the dim light, all hunched in on himself. In the months he’d known him, Finn was never quiet. He was loud and bubbly, friendly to a fault, and now… now he looked defeated, Logan thought. And even worse, in the midst of the overwhelming emotions surfacing, Logan hadn’t been able to resist him. He’d spent too much time in Finn’s bed, holding him, reassuring him- too much time, even for best friends. And Finn was his best friend, but he was also- everything. Finn was everything, and Logan didn’t know what to do about that.

He knocked quietly on their bedroom door on the second landing, and upon not hearing an answer, gently opened it. The blackout curtains were drawn, and Finn was in his bed, eyes closed, and earplugs in his ears. Logan had seen teammates with concussions, had been there when his older sister, Sydney, had gotten one when she was in high school, but this- this was bad. It had only been a few days since their game against Yale, but it was really, really bad. Finn slept most of the time and any little light or noise drained him. Logan could see that, even in the peacefulness of their bedroom, the tendons in his neck were straining. There was still a rumbling sound of the music coming from their team dinner downstairs, and Logan hoped that Finn couldn’t hear it.

Logan took a deep breath, and crossed the room. He set the plate down on the table beside Finn’s bed and placed a hand gently on his back. “Harzy,” he whispered. “Harzy, wake up. Percy made you food.” Finn shifted, but he didn’t wake up. Logan tried again. “Harz. Fish, Finn.” His voice was a little bit firmer, a little bit more desperate. “I’ve brought you dinner.”

Finn rolled slightly and his eyes, warm brown and tired, opened slowly. “Lo.”

Logan smiled. “How are you? I have tacos.” Finn just made a grunting noise and closed his eyes once again. Logan knelt down and pushed his hair back from his forehead. He was warm. “Shit, Fish. What’s wrong?”

“Lo,” Finn whispered. It was high pitched and sad, and he looked like he was going to cry. “Lo, it hurts.”

“What hurts?” Logan asked hurriedly. “Finn, what hurts?”

“My head,” Finn replied. He was breathing a little sharply and in tearful huffs. “Logan, the bass, it really hurts, and I miss everyone, and-”

“Sh, sh, it’s okay,” Logan hushed. He stood up. “I’ll go tell them to turn it down, it’s okay-”

“No,” Finn protested. He reached out his hand to grab at Logan’s wrist. “No, stay.”

“Finn, you’re hurting, it’s gonna-”

“Please.” Finn’s voice was going to break Logan, and he couldn’t look away. “Stay, please you-” His eyelids fluttered and he squeezed Logan’s wrist. “You make it better.”

Logan felt all his resolve fade out. “Okay. Okay, but you have to put on my noise cancelling headphones over your earplugs, oui?”

Finn nodded. “Okay.”

Logan reached for them where they were lying on his bed and helped adjust the pillows so Finn could sit up. He bent down to put them on Finn’s head, and let himself run a hand down the back of Finn’s hair as he pulled away. “C’est bien?” he asked, looking at Finn’s face so he could read his lips.

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, stay.”

“Finn, I really don’t-”

But Finn didn’t hear, or wasn’t listening, or both. He moved over in his bed and patted beside him. Logan sighed and climbed in, pulling the covers over both of their bodies. He adjusted himself so Finn could lean back against his chest. Finn settled against him and Logan ducked to press his nose gently into his hair. He wondered if Finn could feel how hard his heart was beating in his chest. Logan could only hope that none of the boys would knock on the door- he hardly knew what to do with himself, let alone what to tell them.

Logan lifted one of the headphones off and away from Finn’s ear. “Fish?”

“Mm.”

“Ten minutes, then you need to eat, d’accord? And I’ll ask them to turn off the music.”

“Twenty.”

“Non, Harz, you’ll feel even-”

“Fifteen.” Finn let out a deep breath. “Just- just stay, for fifteen minutes. Please?”

Logan sighed. He leaned his head back against the wall in defeat. “Ouais,” he whispered. “Ouais.”

Fifteen minutes later, as Logan scooted out from behind Finn and handed him his plate of tacos, he didn’t have the heart to look back and see Finn’s eyes watching him. He opened the door once again, and went down to ask Percy to turn down the music

***

Logan woke up in the early morning light with a view of Finn’s face across from his. He was sleeping peacefully, turned into Leo’s right side, with his sling holding his arm protectively. Above him, Leo was slightly propped up against the pillows, his perfect cupid’s bow lips parted slightly with his breathing. He had one arm gently around Finn’s waist and the other around Logan’s shoulders, pulling them close to him. Logan was surprised that none of them had moved during sleep.

It was strange, not waking up in the middle. Normally, Logan preferred to wake up surrounded: Leo all along his back with his arms tightly around his waist, Finn tucking him under his chin. But he also really did like to wake up and look at both of his boys at the same time, all peaceful and soft, unsuspecting of his loving gaze. He glanced up at Leo; their talk the night before had resolved their issues and eased Logan’s anxiety, but he still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. His and Finn’s conversation from the previous afternoon ran through his mind.

I maybe got a little protective… that first night.

From Leo?

Logan took a shaky breath and turned his nose into Leo’s chest. As if sensing he was awake, Leo stirred slightly. His eyes, when they opened, were a gorgeous, bright blue. They’d always been striking to Logan, from the day they’d met all those months ago. Even now they still managed to take Logan’s breath away in a second, and he’d do anything to keep Leo looking at him in that gentle, careful way he did. They saw right through him, every thought on his face on intimate display. He almost couldn’t bear it, and propped himself up on an elbow to lean over and kiss Leo carefully. When they pulled away, Logan touched their heads together softly. “Je t’aime. Je t’aime, I love you more than anything.”

Leo smiled against his mouth. “I love you. Hi.”

“Salut,” Logan whispered, then kissed him again. He settled his face into Leo’s neck. “Missed you.”

“I miss you always, sweetheart,” Leo replied. The words made Logan’s heart tug gently. Leo pressed a kiss to his hair and rested his head on top of Logan’s. “How’s our boy?”

Logan turned his head to lay against Leo’s shoulder so he could look down at Finn, who was still sleeping against Leo’s chest. “C’est bien. I think. Didn’t hear him talking any more.”

That made Leo laugh softly. “No, neither did I. That was really funny, though.”

Leo sounded so happy and content and looked so beautiful that Logan had to turn and kiss him some more. They stayed like that for a while, Leo holding him tightly around his shoulders, their mouths pressing together softly, until a small gasp made Logan look down.

“Whoa,” Finn said. His voice was groggy with sleep, but his eyes were bright as he watched them. He smiled. “Nice.”

Leo’s nose scrunched around his grin. “How are the boats, honey? Did you make it before they left the harbor?”

Logan laughed at Finn’s confused look. “Huh?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He scooted down to lay his head beside Finn’s and kiss his cheek. “Did they take your money?”

“Uh,” Finn started. “I- I don’t know? What are you talking about?”

Leo ran a palm up and down Logan’s side. “You don’t even stop talking when your sleepy and concussed. That has to be a super power.”

Finn blinked hard. “Did I talk in my sleep?”

“Uh huh,” Leo answered. “Something about boats and money.”

“I- I don’t even know what to say about that,” Finn said. He shifted closer to Logan. “I’m just happy both of my boys are back with me.”

Logan reached over to brush his hair off of his forehead. “Ouais. Ouais, me, too.”

Finn looked at him carefully with his tired eyes. “Did you talk?”

Logan nodded. He pushed his face further into Leo’s chest and felt Leo drop a kiss onto his forehead. “Ouais. We did.” He pressed his mouth against Leo’s ribs through his shirt. “C’est bien.”

“Good,” Finn whispered. “That’s good.” His eyes were droopy, and he yawned. “Stay. Stay for fifteen minutes.”

“Twenty.”

Logan and Finn both turned their heads to look up at the sound of Leo’s voice. Logan felt his mouth part into a smile, and saw Finn’s do the same. He remembered, then.

Leo for his part, looked confused. “What?”

“Nothing,” Logan said. He tilted his head up for a kiss and snuggled back down next to Finn, their heads sharing Leo's chest as a pillow. He tangled his legs with Leo’s and let out a long sigh. “Twenty minutes sounds perfect."

As someone from the south my southern accent comes out STRONGLY when I’m tired so I can just imagine leo talking with a deep drawl after a game or on the bus ride home LOL! You’re so amazing and I love ur work so much pls never stop

This was actually a really cool prompt, because I got to do some research on NOLA accents! They're kind of similar to NYC ones in many ways, and distinct from the stereotypical Southern US ones. I noticed, particularly, that the way that lots of people pronounce '-ing' is not necessarily with a hard 'n' sound like '-in', nor a hard 'ng' sound. It's kind of like in the Northeast, where we don't really touch our tongues to the roof of our mouths right behind our teeth, but don't touch the back of our tongues to the back of our throat- it's a mix between the two. It's like a soft '-ing' sound with the same casual feeling of '-in', if that makes sense? It also depends on the starting sound of the word following the word ending in '-ing', so I also tried to represent that when I as writing. There was a lot of talking to myself, haha!

There's also obviously a bunch of different NOLA accents, depending on the area of the city you live in, your economic class, and your race, so I tried to emulate Leo's based on what we know about him and the characterization of him and his family in the SW universe. I hope I did it justice, and if I didn't, please let me know so I can learn more!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo turned up towards to the Louisiana sun and took a deep breath. It was warm on his face and neck, and the air smelled like home: slightly salty, heavy, and a little humid in the midday heat. He smiled and looked out over the front of the boat. His cove was up ahead, all secluded and shadowed, as if waiting for him and his boys. He realized they weren’t beside him, and turned around to look at the seats. They liked to sit there and watch him, they said, Finn usually with Logan in his lap or an arm around his shoulders. After a few minutes, Logan would inevitably come up to stand beside Leo and kiss his shoulder, just like he had the first time they’d gone out there. Finn took a photo every time, without fail. He had a special album on his phone, Leo knew, and the most recent one was his screen saver. 

But when Leo turned around fully, they weren’t there. He jerked his head around. They weren’t anywhere. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused- he’d definitely undone the ropes with Logan, he was sure of it. And Finn had definitely squeezed his hips and pressed a kiss to his cheek in thanks after Leo helped him on the boat. All of their lifejackets were still there, too, nestled up right where they normally sat, in case of an emergency. Panic rose in Leo’s throat, and his breathing started to quicken. Where were they? They couldn’t have gone overboard, Leo would never forgive himself if-

Soleil.

Leo jerked his head up. Logan’s voice, like a whisper on the wind. 

Soleil, réveille-toi, mon amour.

“Logan?” Leo asked. He tilted his head up to the sky. “Lo. Logan, where-”

Sh, sh, it’s alright. Open your eyes for me, mon coeur.

With a start, Leo jerked awake. His face was squished in the pillow, his hipbones pressing into something soft underneath him. “What-”

“Bon matin, Le.”

Leo squinted, and then a face came into view. Green. Green eyes. Leo gasped. “Lo.”

Logan was laughing softly. “Salut, mon coeur.” He was stretched out beside Leo on their bed, athletic and strong body all on display for Leo to gaze at. “You were talking in your sleep.”

“I- what-” Leo stammered. He shifted his body, feeling the mattress underneath his hips. “I been- been lookin’ for you for ages.”

Logan shuffled in closer and put a hand on Leo’s back. “Quoi? Why were you looking for us?”

Leo made a distressed sound low in his throat. “You left the boat.”

Logan’s brow furrowed. “Quoi?”

“You left the boat,” Leo continued. “We were gonna pass by my cove, ya know? Was thinking ‘bout-” He interrupted himself with a yawn. “Was thinking ‘bout kissing you- give you a passion mark.”

“A what?”

“A passion mark.”

“Soleil, I have no idea what that is.”

Leo huffed. “Ici,” he said, tugging at Logan’s arm. Logan shifted even closer and hissed in surprise when Leo leaned in and began sucking on his neck. He was propped on his elbow, hovering over with Logan’s head underneath him on the pillows. Logan reached up with his outside hand to scratch at Leo’s curls and hummed into the sheets. Leo in turn made a noise against his skin, hand running down Logan’s soft torso. He pulled off gently and surveyed his work. “Bon.”

“Soleil,” Logan said, face smushed a little. He was laughing. “Soleil, I’m stuck.”

“Hm,” Leo replied. “Can do somethin’ ‘bout it, honey.” 

Logan laughed even harder as Leo straighted their twisted bodies by rolling over completely and flopping on Logan’s chest. Logan scratched his nails gently up and down Leo’s back. “Your accent always sounds so much stronger in the morning, mon coeur.”

“So does yours,” Leo retorted from his place against Logan’s neck. He placed his mouth back against the skin and sucked gently. Logan’s chest rose and fell with a content sigh, his hands still working their way up Leo’s shoulders.

Suddenly, the door to their bedroom opened. Leo didn’t remove himself from where he was, but he could hear Finn’s breath hitch when he saw them.

“Yeah, mom,” Finn said. He must have been on his weekly phone call with his parents. “Yes, I’ll tell them you said that.” A pause and a scoff. “Nuh-uh, we feed him, too.” Finn let out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, mom, okay. Okay, yeah, send it to me. I can work a stove you know.” Leo peeked his eye out to look at him. There was more chatter on the other end of the line, and then Finn laughed. “Yes, I know. Okay. Okay, I love you. Tell dad I say hi. Love you, ‘kay, bye.” Finn hung up and then let out a big sigh. His gaze on them was tired, but he was smiling. “Oh man, I need to lie down.”

Logan laughed. “You’ve barely gotten up.”

“No,” Finn said. The bed shifted as he crawled under the covers. “I’ve been up since the early morning, but some people have been being sleepy-heads.”

Logan shoved him slightly. “I was up with Leo.”

Finn turned his adoring eyes on Leo and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I know, I’m sorry baby. Trouble sleeping?”

“Mm-hm,” Leo said. He settled down with his cheek against Logan’s shoulder, closing his eyes and moving into the feeling of Finn’s hand stroking his hair back. “Kept havin’ weird dreams. Lost y’all when we were passin’ by my cove.”

“When we were what?” Finn asked. His voice sounded confused.

Leo huffed slightly. “When we were passin’ by my cove. On the boat.” He opened his eyes again. “How’s your mama’n’em?”

Finn smiled. “Oh, I see. You’re that tired, hm? Last night's game wear you out?” Leo just blinked slowly. Finn kissed his forehead again. “Oh, you’re really exhausted, sweetheart. Why don’t you go back to sleep, huh? We got a day off.”

“Non,” Leo said defiantly. It was a little like what Logan would say, lovingly grumpy. “Non, I wanna stay here and talk.” He yawned. “Don’t wanna lose you on the boat again.”

Logan grinned into the top of his head. “Non, soleil. You’re not losing us on a boat.”

Leo kissed his chest, then looked at Finn again. “So, how’s your mama’n’em?”

“Well,” Finn started. “No ‘n’em’ today, just mom.” He settled himself firmly against them with a leg thrown over their bodes. He took one of Leo’s bouncy curls between his fingers. “She said she’d send me her bolognese recipe. Said it was ‘foolproof’, and that I should cook you dinner tonight because you feed me too much.” He scoffed. “I told her I know how to work a stove. And that I do feed you- sometimes.”

Leo smiled. “Ouais, you do. But I like cooking for ya.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “Mais, we can do it for you.” He nuzzled Leo’s head. “Let’s treat you today, hm? Go for a walk around the park that you like, outside the city. Go swimming in the swimming hole.” He paused and squeeze Leo tighter. “How does that sound, mon soleil?”

“Yeah,” Leo nodded. “Yeah, okay. 

“Sounds perfect, baby,” Finn said. He leaned in for a quick kiss from Logan. When he pulled back, his eyebrows furrowed, then a smile broke over his face. “Looks like somebody already got to you this morning, huh?” He leaned down to kiss over the mark that Leo had left.

Logan made a happy little sound. “Ouais. It’s a- what did you call it, soleil?”

“A passion mark,” Leo sighed. He snuggled further down into Logan. “‘Cause I love ya. Love ya both.”

“Je t’aime.” Logan settled back into the pillows. He sounded like he was half asleep again.

“Love you,” Finn whispered. He buried himself in next to them. “Love you, love you, love you. My sexy boys with sexy accents.”

Leo and Logan just laughed, shaking the bed beneath them. The day ahead felt a little less tiring now. 

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Soooooo, gender-bent Cubs? As a WLW, I LOVE WLW Cubs AUs, and figured we needed more of them.

Enjoy Finn being VERY obsessed with her girlfriends- but would we really expect anything less from our favorite resident red-head?

GO BOSTON FLEET RAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Whoa-ho, there, Tremblay. Hey there, hot stuff.”

Logan jumped at Finn’s smack to her ass from where she was bent over putting on her skates. She turned around to glare daggers. “Finn-”

Finn grabbed her waist and brought her close, smile sharp. “You can’t bend over like that and expect me not to take advantage.”

Logan rolled her eyes but reached her hands up to tug at Finn’s hair. She had cut it for the season and it fell just to her jaw in light waves. Leo had done two French braids that morning to keep the face-framing pieces out of her eyes, but there was still enough loose for Logan to grip. “We’re in the locker room.”

Finn just leaned down and kissed her. “I can’t help that your ass is incredible always. Le’s, too. I’m a very lucky girl.”

“Hm?” Leo asked, walking by in her compression shirt in leggings. She hadn’t put her pads on yet. She leaned against their sides and wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist. “What’d you say, honey?”

“That I love you,” Finn said, but her eyes were twinkling. 

Leo narrowed her eyes. “No you didn’t.”

Finn shrugged. “Believe what you want, baby.” But as she walked to her stall to suit up, she gave Leo’s ass a squeeze with two hands.

“Fish,” Leo gasped. She looked down at Logan, her face bright red. “She was talking about my ass, wasn’t she?”

Logan smiled and leaned up to kiss her. “Ouais.” Logan leaned against Leo’s chest. “It’s a very nice ass, soleil.”

Leo snorted. “Yours, too, sweetheart.”

***

“Shit, Knut, you’re a fucking wall today,” Tabby Walker said, panting. “What the hell.”

Leo just smiled and pushed up her mask. “Sorry, Talky.” She squirted water into her mouth as Tabby came up to tap her stick against Leo’s pads.

“You’re gonna be hot tomorrow against Minnesota, baby, I can feel it.”

Leo laughed. “You think?”

“Yeah,” Tabby replied. “Red hot.”

“Hey!” Finn’s voice came. “You can’t call Leo hot!”

Finn and Logan were finishing up stick handling drills with the other forwards at the other end of the ice. They were helping to pick up the cones that they used sometimes when they interrupted Leo and Tabby. Finn handed hers to Logan, who was laughing, and skated over.

She stopped right beside Leo and looked to Tabby. “What’re you doing calling my Leo hot?”

Leo raised her eyebrows. “She also called me baby.”

Finn just pouted. “Walky Talky.”

Tabby slugged Finn in the shoulder gently. “She can’t help the heat, dude. She went full splits, I didn’t have a chance.” She jerked her chin and gave Leo a fist bump. “I’m off, lovebirds.” She turned to Leo and winked cheekily. “Later, Nutty.”

Leo winked back even as Finn made a desperate little whine. “Leo.”

Giggling, Leo turned back to Finn. “Sweetheart, you’re so easy.”

“I can’t help that I’m dating two goddesses. You can do the splits, for crying out loud.” She crossed her arms. “And ‘baby’ is a privilege reserved for me.” 

Leo rolled her eyes with a small smile. “You’re so difficult.” But she kissed Finn’s helmet. “I love you.”

Finn preened under the attention. “Lucky me.”

“Oui, lucky you,” Leo replied. “And if it makes you feel better, Talky calls everybody hot.” She smirked. “Especially Logan’s sister.”

Finn laughed. “Noelle’s a lucky one.”

“Hm,” Leo said, turning to her net. “She is. C’mon, Finnley, help me get my stuff to the locker room so we can go. Vodka chicken’s on the menu tonight.”

“Let’s fucking go,” Finn said, pumping her fists. She grabbed Leo’s water bottle. “Fucking love your vodka chicken.” She looked up to where Logan and Sirius were having what looking like a shooting contest on Kasey at the other end. “Hey Tremblay! Let’s go! Got vodka chicken for dinner tonight.”

Logan looked up at that, and said something to Sirius before skating away. She approached her girlfriends with a smile. “Ouais, let’s go.”

Leo nodded towards the other end of the ice. “Having fun?”

Logan smiled. “Oui, just doing a shooting competition with Cap.” She turned her head slightly and raised her voice. “Which I won!”

“Non!” Sirius yelled back. “Non, tu n'as pas gagné!”

Logan rolled her eyes, turning back. “I so did.”

Finn just threw her arm around her. “Let’s go. Vodka chicken time.”

The locker room was rowdy as it always was after practice, the adrenaline having yet to wear off. Leo shook her curls out of their low ponytail and fluffed it up from her scalp. It was getting long now- she’d have to cut it soon so it wouldn’t overheat the back of her neck, especially as they were getting deeper into the season. They were on a winning streak, and the Boston crowd was expecting big things from the Fleet.

She felt a tug on a lock of hair and arms wrapping around her waist from behind. Logan squeezed her briefly before coming around to face her. “Ca va?”

Leo nodded, placing a kiss between her two Dutch braids. There were pieces that had come loose. Leo thought that Logan always looked so gorgeous after practice, her face warm and her dark hair a little mussed. The messy braid look really suited her. 

“Ouais,” Leo said. She continued in French. “How much longer do you need?”

Logan kissed her collarbone. “Twenty minutes. Gotta shower real quick, then we can go home.”

Leo nodded, stripping off to follow Logan into the showers. Logan led her to the ones on the other side of the wall that divided the shower room, where Finn already was under her own nozzle. There wasn’t anybody else, and she lit up at the sight of them. “Oh boy.” She not-so-subtely peeked around at Leo and Logan’s backsides. “Yup, I don’t regret a thing.”

Leo turned bright red and Logan laughed, leaning up to kiss her cheek before turning on two nozzles for them. “Later, Harz.”

Finn smiled, eyes happy and with that sharp look that she sometimes got. “Hot stuff, Tremblay.”

Logan turned her face up to the spray, careful to not get her braids too wet. “You can’t call me that.” She peeked out mischievously. “Only Talker can.”

Finn spluttered and Leo laughed loudly. When Logan turned to look, Finn’s ears were red and she looked like the was struggling to maintain composure, which just made Logan smirk and close her eyes.

“Nuh-uh,” Finn complained. “Nope, nope, no more.” She flicked water at them both. “Not funny.”

Leo just reached over to grab her hand and kiss it. “Love you, sweetheart.” Finn put on her sad eyes and Leo snorted. “Say it back, you goof.”

Finn’s eyes narrowed. 

Leo bit her lip around a smile and turned towards her own shower. “Fine. No vodka chicken for you.”

Finn gasped. “You don’t mean that.”

Logan hummed. “Ouais. Le and I will eat it all.”

“No, nope,” Finn said. She stepped up behind Leo and pressed a kiss to her shoulder before reaching out to tug Logan over. Surprised, Logan came with a slight yelp, slipping a little on the floor. But before she could chastise, Finn kissed her soundly. “Love you, love you, love you.”

Leo looked over her shoulder to see Logan’s green eyes looking up through dark lashes. She was smiling softly. “Je t’aime.” She looked to Leo and her smile grew. “Je t’aime, soleil.”

“I love you,” Leo said, leaning in for a brief kiss. “But let’s get a move on.” She reached for the soap. “I’m fucking starving and you two are stalling me.”

And with a light smack to each of their asses, Finn went back to her own shower, laughing at her girlfriends’ twin gasps. 

Finn O'Hara really was a very lucky girl

I know I’m vaincre Finn and Logan seem to already know about Leo’s past with jack archer but I don’t remember him telling them so I MUST ask you, how do you think they found out ? How do you think that conversation went? I LOVE UR WORK THANK U FOR WRITING DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE THIS

I love when your asks give me writing prompts! I can't promise I will get to all of them right away, but keep them coming!

Enjoy Leo being the town-favorite NOLA sweetheart that he is, Logan falling in love with butterscotch cookies, Finn being, once again, obsessed with his boys, and Eloise Knut being Mom of the Year.

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo ushered Finn and Logan through the front door, all sweaty from their evening, post-dinner run. They were bickering over who won the sprint back to the house, a little out of breath, and Leo pinched each of their hips to remind them to take off their shoes before walking through towards the kitchen. A familiar, sweet smell hung in the air and he followed his nose to find his mother standing near the oven. 

“Hi boys,” Eloise said, smiling. “How was your run?”

“Good, mama,” Leo replied. He kissed her cheek. “You baking?”

But before she could reply, there was a thump and Logan stumbled in from taking his sneakers off, nose tilted up. “What smells so good?”

Finn snorted from behind him. “Nice manners, Tremblay.”

Logan rolled his eyes playfully. “Salut, Eloise. It smells good in here.” 

Eloise just waved him off with a laugh. “Thanks, Logan, honey. Just making some butterscotch cookies. Not an approved post-run meal, but you’re on vacation time, so I figured an exception could be made for one night.”

“Definitely,” Finn said. “Thanks for feeding Logan’s sweet tooth this week- those bulk sour strips are getting expensive.” 

Logan just shoved him gently. “Mais, non. Leo makes me sweet stuff now.” 

Leo would never get tired of the way they looked in his home’s kitchen, laughing and joking with his parents. Eloise eyes were bright as she turned to smile at Leo; she saw right through him always. “Well,” she said. “I taught him well then.” She went over to the fridge. “I must’ve done an exceptional job, too, because he’s not only got one but two lovely boyfriends.”

“Don’t pretend you weren’t already a fan, especially of Tremblay,” Wyatt said as he entered the kitchen and kissed her cheek. “He was always your favorite.”

“Ouch, Eloise,” Finn said, a hand over his heart in a wounded gesture.

“Oh, hush,” Eloise said. She wasn’t even embarrassed, just amused. “Leo, sweetheart, grab the pitcher from the fridge and some glasses? I made some decaf cold-brew. Wyatt, there’s milk in the fridge and I just restocked the sugar bowl.”

“We can help,” Logan said.

Eloise just shooed them away with her hands. “No, you boys go sit out back. Leo and Wyatt have got it.”

Leo and Wyatt both sent her an exasperated, but fond, look, and set about gathering the pitcher and glasses. Leo loved when his mother did this- she was a good hostess always, but he especially loved it in the summer when she would make homemade iced tea and coffee for the ever-rotating guests that would be over in their backyard. Leo and his father always set up and cleaned up so she could just enjoy the company of their friends, and had been for as long as Leo could remember. Sometimes, too, Wyatt would grill some sausages and they’d have late night sandwiches with their neighbours, or just the three of them. Leo didn’t realize how much he’d missed his hometown during his rookie year, especially after getting together with his boys. But this week had been spent going to all his old haunts after his Cup parade: his cove, his old gym, the nice sundae place he and his dad frequented, the market where the blues guitarist played. He had been bringing Mr. Jones baked goods at that market every week for as long as he could remember, and it had felt so good to do so again. Mr. Jones had seen him today, walking up with Finn and Logan and a container of zucchini bread, and had smiled so wide it had almost made Leo cry. 

“My boy,” he had said, hugging Leo briefly over his guitar. “What’ll it be today? Any requests?”

Finn had actually answered, with his signature grin. “Any B.B. King?”

Leo had almost melted right through the ground.

Later, they’d stopped by briefly to visit his old hockey coach, who ran youth summer camps at Leo’s old rink. Mrs. Auclair had let out a loud shout, and then a small gasp at Finn and Logan beside her. “My sweet boy,” she’d said in French. Leo had missed her Cajun accent. “You gotta warn me next time so I don’t get starstruck!”

To Leo’s surprise, Logan had laughed and made a comeback in French, much to her amusement. When she’d asked Finn something in French, he’d hesitated, which in turn made her laugh and switch to English. They’d immediately started a conversation, mindful of the little eyes on the ice that were skating around, and Leo had felt so happy in that moment that the bittersweet feeling of being back home had started to fade and transform into sunshiney, bone-deep warmth.  

Now, he and his dad brought out a plate of cookies and the iced coffee to their glass table outside. Logan and Finn were sitting close on two of the wooden chairs, old and well-loved, Finn running a hand through Logan’s sweaty hair. When they saw Leo, they both looked up and their smiles widened. Leo still didn’t really know what to do with that, only knew that it made him feel better than anything ever had. 

“Hi, nutter-butter,” Finn said as Leo bent and set the tray down. “Need any help?”

Leo shook his head and accepted Finn’s kiss on his forehead. “No, thanks. You want some iced coffee?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He shifted to sit up straighter. “Merci, mon coeur.”

Leo smiled and poured two glasses of the dark liquid, adding a dash of milk to Finn’s and lots of milk and sugar to Logan’s. He heard a whistle from behind him. “Damn,” Wyatt said. “Is there even any coffee in that?”

Logan flushed and Finn laughed. “I’ve been saying that for years. The sweet tooth is incurable.” Finn held his up. “Mine, however, is perfectly balanced. Not too strong, and not too weak, like Mr. Sugar Bomb’s over here.”

Logan grumbled under his breath and Wyatt winked at Leo with a smile. Leo blushed slightly, but poured some for himself and his parents and sat down as Wyatt placed the tray of cookies on the table. Eloise followed, her blonde curls bouncing on top of her head. “How are we, boys?”

“Good,” Finn said. “Thanks so much, Eloise. These look so good.”

She looked pleased. “Help yourselves, honeys.”

Logan immediately reached for a cookie and moaned when he took a bite. His eyes closed and he nodded repeatedly making Leo chuckle. “Ouais,” he said after swallowing. He looked at Eloise. “These are really good. Can we have the recipe?”

Leo snorted. “You mean can she give me the recipe? You can’t bake, sweetheart.”

Logan patted his thigh, already reaching for another cookie. “Ouais, that’s what I meant.”

Leo rolled his eyes but kissed the top of his head. “I’ll take a picture from mama’s recipe book.” He looked to Eloise. “If that’s okay?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” she said. She took a sip from her iced coffee. “You know, it’s been a while since I made these. I used to make them all the time for your team, remember, sweetheart? The iced coffee, too, and sweet tea. Lord, Wyatt and I used to bring those plastic baseball coolers, didn’t we? The ones with the spouts.”

“Iced tea? At a hockey game?” Finn asked, amused.

“Yeah,” Leo replied with a shrug. “People really loved it. Buses and stuff used to get hot.” He grimaced. “It was awful playing a full game of hockey and then stepping out into the humid air, too.”

“I’m just impressed you had that many kids wanting to play hockey here,” Finn said. He had an arm around Logan in between them and was stroking Leo’s shoulder with his hand. “It just doesn’t seem, like…”

“Like a hockey town?” Wyatt supplied. Finn nodded. “Not really, but in the city you can find everything.” He jerked his head to Leo. “We just got lucky Le had such a good coach and a talented group of kids the years he played.”

Logan turned to look at Leo, swallowing another bite of cookie. “Did any of your other teammates make it to the NHL, Le?”

Leo looked up abruptly from where he had been picking up a cookie. His mother’s eyes were already on him, careful and watching. She was frowning slightly, her lips pursed, but didn’t say anything. He flicked his eyes across to Finn, who had furrowed his brow, and finally landed his gaze on Logan, who looked like he was going to shy away a little. Leo put a hand on his thigh and squeezed before turning to pick up his coffee again. 

“Yeah,” he said. “A couple. But I don’t- we don’t really keep in touch anymore.” He took a bite of cookie and straightened with a small smile. “That’s okay though. I like the Lions better anyway.”

Finn squeezed his shoulder gently, but when Leo turned to look at him he was smiling. “Well, I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

That made them all laugh and Leo listed into Logan’s side a little, feeling the texture of his ribs through his shirt. He felt a little lighter, but when he looked across the table he could see his mother’s eyes still watching him and swallowed. 

***

Later, when he was finishing drying up the dishes, his mother walked in through the back door and gently closed it behind her. Wyatt and his boys were still outside and chatting, laughing. Leo had placed a kiss on Finn and Logan’s foreheads and had come inside to begin cleaning. He just needed a moment, and they seemed to recognize it, following him with their soft gazes as he’d carried the plates, cups, and pitcher inside. 

His mother came up beside him and took a plate from his hands to put in a cabinet. “You alright, sweetheart?” she whispered gently in French. He’d missed the way her voice curved around the vowels, so different from Logan’s and Pascal’s and Sirius’. 

“I’m okay,” he said, but his voice was soft.

She bit her lip. “Do they know about…?”

Leo shook his head. “No. No, I- I haven’t told them yet. Hasn’t come up.”

She grasped onto his biceps to turn him towards her. He was stronger than her, much taller, too, but she had always been good at making him feel held and surrounded. “I think you should, honey.”

Leo nodded and felt his eyes sting. “I know. I know, I should, mama, but- I don’t want to make them feel guilty-”

“Why would they feel guilty?” she asked, brows furrowed.

Leo breathed shakily. “Because… he wanted to hide, and I didn’t. And now, with them, we…”

“You feel like you’re hiding?” Eloise asked gently. When Leo nodded, she tisked her tongue and reached up to bring his down into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist. She was warm and strong, as always, and he hoped he always felt this safe in her arms. “Oh, honey.” She stroked his hair. “There is a difference between not coming out to the world because you’re not ready, and hiding from each other.” She pulled back to grab his face between her two palms. “You’re boys don’t hide from you, Leo. Not like him. They’re not like him. So don’t hide from them, honey. They love you so much.”

“Yeah,” Leo said. He was nervous, and a bit sad, but he still smiled when he thought of them. “Yeah, they do.”

“I love you, honey,” his mother said, pulling him into another hard hug. “I love you so much. All I want is for you to be happy, and they make you so happy. That’s all I could ask for my sweet boy. And I know I don’t know… everything about what happened, but they should.” She stroked a hand slowly through his hair and said her next words quietly. “They’ll listen, I know they will. They deserve you sweetheart.” She kissed his cheek. “And when you’re all ready, you can tell people. But it doesn’t mean that you’re hiding right now.”

As if on cue, the back door opened. Leo watched over his mother’s shoulder as Finn and Logan walked in, looking at him with careful eyes. With a last squeeze, his mother pulled away. “I’m going to go join Wyatt out back.” She smiled softly at Leo. “Good night, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you, mama,” Leo whispered and leaned down to kiss her cheek. 

She winked at him and turned around, placing a hand on each of his boys and giving their arms a squeeze. “Night, boys.”

“Bonne nuit, Eloise,” Logan said softly.

They both watched her as she closed the back door behind her, then turned to Leo. Finn walked up and took his hand. “Le?”

Leo just squeezed his hand, then reached his other one out for Logan’s. He smiled at them both. “Shower?”

Logan leaned up to kiss him softly. “Ouais.”

Leo tried not to be quiet in the shower, he really did. Finn and Logan didn’t ask any questions, just washed his hair and body gently. Logan tucked himself under Leo’s chin when they wrapped themselves in towels, and Finn gently handed them each a pair of boxers with a kiss to each of their cheeks. Leo stayed in the bathroom a moment longer, combing through his curls with some cream and gathering his breath. To his own surprise, he looked calm on the outside. His mother was right, he supposed. His boys loved him, they listened to him, they never judged- what reason would he have to be nervous? 

He took a deep breath and shook out his hair lightly, squeezing it gently with the microfiber towel his mother had given him a few years ago. He felt arms wrap gently around him, and he looked back to see Logan staring up at him with his devastating green eyes. He pressed a kiss to Leo’s spine. “Ça va?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, let me finish with my hair. I’ll join you in a minute.”

But Logan didn’t move, still a warm weight against Leo’s back. Leo smiled at himself in the mirror. A barnacle, that one.

When he finished, he turned around to face Logan. “Tired, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded with his face squished into Leo’s chest. “Ouais. The heat makes me sleepy.”

Leo laughed. “Can’t make fun of me for not liking the cold in the winter anymore, can you?”

“Non, I still can,” Logan grumbled, but he was smiling softly. 

He moved his arms to loop around Leo’s neck and looked up at him expectantly. Leo snorted, but grabbed him under his thighs to hoist him up and wrap his legs around his waist. Logan was heavier than he looked, all thick muscle, but Leo supported him easily and ran a hand up and down his back. He bit at Logan’s shoulder. “You’re so strong and sexy. Just want to eat you.”

Logan laughed in his ear. He pulled back slightly to bite at Leo’s shoulder as well. “You, too.”

Leo kissed his neck with a smile and walked into his bedroom. Finn was already sat up in bed with his glasses down his nose, book in his hand. He glanced up at them and smiled as they came to sit next to him. Leo tried to gently set Logan down on the bed, but Logan shook his head and held on tighter. 

Finn snorted. “You’re such a little shit, Tremblay.”

“Non,” Logan said.

Leo sat down on the edge of the bed with a laugh, Logan now in his lap. “Ouais, you are. I love you, though.”

“You do,” Logan said. He leaned into for a kiss then leaned back with a sigh and a smile. “You know, I said that to you three months ago to the day.”

Finn leaned over to scuff the back of his head. “You mean we said that.”

“Ouais, but I said it first.”

“Because you jumped the gun, Logan.” 

“How could I resist?” Logan asked. He kissed Leo’s cheeks hard, and Leo squinted one eye shut with a grin. “Look at him.”

“Look at both of you,” Finn replied. He patted the bed next to him. “C’mon, up here.”

Logan swung a leg over Leo’s lap and crawled next to Finn. He opened his arm for Leo to come and tuck himself into his side, but Leo just sat crisscrossed on the bed and stared at them for a minute. Logan furrowed his brow, but Leo just shook his head and smiled. Finn put his book down, and Leo took each of their hands.

“Thank you,” he said. “Thanks for coming home with me this week.” 

Finn kissed his hand. “Of course, baby.”

“I just mean,” Leo started. “It’s been really nice to bring you home.” He tilted his head. “I’ve always wanted to take someone- or, someones now, I guess- home to meet my parents.”

Logan still looked slightly confused. “Soleil… did you ever-?”

Leo sat up straighter. “Date someone else?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. I just- I thought about what I said at the table. And I just thought maybe you’d- with someone else on your-” He paused for a moment in that way he did when he was thinking of the English words. “D’accord, I’m sorry. I- did I say something wrong? Out in the garden?”

Leo shook his head. “No, you’re okay. You’re- you’re not wrong.”

Finn also sat up. “Someone on your team?”

Leo nodded and looked down. “Yeah. Yeah.”

Logan made a noise in his throat. He knelt his way over to Leo and straddled his lap, legs extending out towards the end of the bed. His hands began to mindlessly card their way through Leo’s still-damp hair. “What happened?”

Leo ran his hands up and down his waist. “What do you mean?”

“Something happened.”

Leo laughed slightly, but it was rough. “And how do you know?”

Finn answered for Logan. “Because whoever it was put that look on your face.” He also crawled over to sit beside them. Leo could feel his body heat from where he was pressed against his side. “I don’t like that look.”

“Me neither,” Logan said. He kissed Leo’s cheek. “Don’t like you sad.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “I’m not sad.”

“Then what are you?” Finn asked.

Leo shrugged. “I don’t- it’s not really-”

“No, it is important,” Finn pushed. He softened his tone and his eyes were gentle. He was always so gentle with them. “Really, Le, what are you?”

Leo closed his eyes and leaned into Logan’s hands. “Angry I think.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. He gripped Leo’s hair a bit harder and Leo opened his eyes to look at him. “What did he do to you?” he repeated.

Leo took a deep breath. “His name was Jack. Jack Archer.”

Finn scoffed. “Basic name. Not a fan.”

Leo rolled his eyes bit, but smiled. “You don’t know anything about him yet.”

Finn shrugged. “Don’t need to, your face says it all. And besides, am I wrong?”

Leo shook his head. “Not- not really, no.”

“Allez,” Logan said. He settled his hips further down into Leo’s. “Tell us.”

“Okay,” Leo said. He breathed shakily. “Okay, yeah. He played hockey with me, and is now on Tampa’s farm team, but we also had classes together in high school. We- we were a… ‘thing’ I guess.” His boys looked concerned, but they let him continue. “But he never- he never wanted anyone to know. Which was fine. I didn’t want anyone to know about me, either, for a while. But he also-” Leo felt the tears start in his eyes. “He would- ignore me, I guess, sometimes. In public. Like, one second we’d be joking, and then I’d get too close, I guess, or accidentally touch him, and then he’d- he’d just jerk back. Or tell me to back off, but not in a nice way?”

Finn let out a frustrated huff. “Fucker.”

“No, Finn,” Leo said. “No, he really- I mean, in general he was nice. But he just- I think he was just really scared. I mean, we were in high school.” He kneaded his palms into Logan’s lower back. “And I was fine for a while, keeping it a secret. And I also…” Leo breathed, his cheeks turning a flushed red with shame. “I also just really liked having that attention from someone. Finally, you know? After spending so long hiding it, it felt good to not have to hide it, at least to one person.”

Logan kissed his cheek. “Ouais. Ouais, I understand.”

Leo leaned back to look at him and Finn. “But I also knew that that wasn’t how I deserved to be treated. And so I- when I wanted to tell my family, I broke up with him. I didn’t want to hide anymore. But then the NHL was looking, so I didn’t start anything new, and then I got on the Lions, and, well-” He shrugged with a smile. “You know the rest.”

“Yeah,” Finn whispered. “Yeah, we do.”

“Leo,” Logan said suddenly. He looked a bit scared, a bit sad. “Do we- are you still hiding? Do we make you feel like you’re hiding?” 

Leo shook his head hard. “No. No, you don’t. It’s okay. You- you don’t ignore me in public. We still go on dates, we still hug on the ice.” He stroked Logan’s cheek. “It’s hard. I know it is. But we don’t hide from each other.” Finn cupped his cheek, and Leo kissed his palm. “And I’ll- I’ll wait for you. Whenever you want to, we’ll come out, but I’ll wait for you.”

Logan directed his gaze back to him. His words came out in a rush, so unlike his normal way of speaking. “Désolé. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m not-”

Leo interrupted him with a hard kiss. “Non, no, Logan. It’s my decision, too, and I’m deciding it’s okay to wait.”

“Me, too, baby,” Finn said. He leaned in and kissed Logan. “I’ll wait for you. I love you, I'll wait for you forever.”

Logan's face had a complicated expression. “You- I don't want you to wait forever. Just- just not right now.” He pushed his forehead against Leo's. “I’m still sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Leo said. “You two- you’re nothing like Jack. He didn’t-” Leo felt his eyes tearing up. “He didn’t- God, sometimes he didn’t even look at me, and I wanted him to look so bad, I don’t- sometimes I don’t even recognize who I was back then.”

“Well,” Finn said. “I love you who you are now.” He kissed Leo gently then moved to sit behind Logan. “We love you for who you are now and who you will be, baby.” 

“Ouais,” Logan said. “No more hiding, soleil.” He tucked his head over Leo’s shoulder and Leo wrapped him up tight. “No more.” 

Leo’s tears fell onto Logan’s bare shoulder, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I love you. I love you so much.” He laughed a little and hid his face in Logan’s neck. “You know, he hated my mother’s butterscotch cookies.”

“Quoi?” Logan said, loud in the quiet room. He pulled back with wide eyes. “What, why?”

Leo couldn’t help but laugh. “He said they were too sweet.”

“Non,” Logan retorted. He looked offended. “Pas question, je ne te crois pas.”

“Believe it, sweetheart,” Leo said. He looked up to Finn. “He also put three shots of espresso in his lattes.”

Finn scrunched his nose. “Ew. That is not perfectly balanced.”

Logan kissed Leo’s forehead firmly. “Sounds like he wasn’t good for you, anyways.”

Leo gazed at them both adoringly. “But you both are perfect for me.”

Both of their gazes softened. Finn leaned in to place his lips gently on Leo’s temple, then Logan’s. “I love you.” He shifted to go lie down. “Now, I believe it’s bed time. C’mon, I’ll read to you.”

“Ouais,” Logan said with a last kiss to Leo’s lips. He brushed their noses together. “Je t’aime.”

“Love you,” Leo whispered. He crawled into Finn’s open arms and Logan curled up on his chest, their legs tangled. “And I’ll- I can tell you more stuff about him, if you want.”

Finn put an arm around them. “Only if you want to.” He shrugged. “Don’t want to stroke my ego too much, you know?”

Leo laughed. “He wasn’t that bad.”

Finn grinned mischievously. “Right, but I’m perfect for you. Can’t really beat that.”

“No,” Leo sighed happily. “No you can’t.”

Logan grunted against his chest. “Allez, soleil, rouge.”

Finn reached down to smack his butt lightly. “I’m going, Tremblay, gotta appreciate our Leo thoroughly first.”

Logan peeked out through one eye with a smirk. “Oui?”

Finn kissed his hand and touched Logan’s forehead. “Focus, baby.” He settled back and opened the book. “Alright, where were we, Le? Chapter six?”

Leo nodded and leaned his head against Finn’s shoulder. Jack Archer seemed so far away in that moment, even though he was probably also visiting his parents just about fifteen minutes away. But he didn’t crowd Leo’s mind like he used to- not with Logan’s weight on him and Finn’s gentle voice in his ear. Leo closed his eyes, basking in the warm Louisiana air and the smell of his childhood bedroom, now mixing with Finn and Logan’s scents. This, he thought, was worth the waiting. 

If you don't know how to do a life skill, like cooking, then you should learn so your partner can have a break. At least, that's what Logan and Finn did. And they're getting there, in time. Leo just loves that they try for him, in all their honest, loving chaos. :)

Enjoy our Lovernut getting a little break and being treated with some high-end breakfast for dinner!! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Oi,” Finn said. “Watch it with the whisk, Tremblay.”

“Non, you watch it,” Logan retorted. “I need space, allez.”

“There is no more space, and I’m the one with the butter you need, anyways.”

Logan grumbled in French, but pressed a kiss to Finn’s shoulder and moved out of the way.

Leo smiled from his spot on the couch. It was mid-October, the air crisp and cool for the start of his second season as a Lion. They had had a light morning practice and were sent home with instructions for an ‘active rest day’ before their crazy schedule the following week; Logan and Finn had surprised him, insisting that they could make a ‘nice homemade meal, sunshine’ and he could have a day off. The sentiment was nice, Leo thought, but the execution was- questionable.

“Can I please come see what you’re doing?” he called.

“No!” came Finn’s voice. “Sit there and look gorgeous, please. We’ll be done soon.”

“Seriously,” Leo said, making a move to get up. “It’s alright, I can help you-”

“Non,” Logan said. He jogged around the counter and into the living room, sitting heavily down in Leo’s lap. Leo fell back onto the couch with an oof and gripped Logan’s hips. “Non, now you can’t move.”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “You do realize I could just pick you-”

But Logan interrupted him with a hard kiss. “Distract.”

“Wait, that’s not fair,” Finn whined. “I can’t even watch.”

“Better hurry up then, Harz,” Logan retorted. He was leaning in to Leo once more. 

Finn huffed, but Leo heard him turn back to whatever he was doing in the kitchen. Logan kissed Leo slowly and sloppily with his hands in Leo’s hair. Leo melted back into the couch cushions and sighed against Logan's mouth. He couldn't remember the last time they'd done this- kissed languidly, no pressure, no running around to games. Leo ran his hands up Logan’s warm back and held him gently. He pressed his hands lower, directing Logan’s body towards him, and felt Logan relax and fall forward just a bit. Logan sighed and pulled away slowly. His eyes were closed and his face was relaxed, his body going slightly limp in Leo’s arms. Leo coaxed him to rest his head on his shoulder, tucked against one another like two puzzle pieces. Logan’s breath was hot on Leo’s neck and his hands gentle in Leo’s hair. 

“Aw, I like this,” came Finn’s voice from behind them. He came around into Leo’s field of vision and lean down to run a hand up and down Logan’s back and place a kiss to his cheek. “Hello, lovers.”

Leo smiled. “You’ve got to stop calling us that, or people are going to get some weird ideas about our relationship.”

Finn grinned back and kissed his forehead. “Let them. They’re just jealous ‘cause I’ve got two gorgeous boys to cuddle when we go to sleep.”

Leo let out a satisfied sound and closed his eyes when Logan scratched his fingers through his scalp. Logan was still heavy in his lap but leaned his head back to kiss at Finn’s jaw gently. “Salut, rouge.”

“Hi baby,” Finn said, gazing at Logan adoringly. “You hungry?”

“Ouais,” Logan replied. He leaned back and stretched his arms above his hands, and Leo placed his hands on Logan’s ribs. It made Logan smile and squint at him through his stretch. “Soleil?”

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Leo said. He patted Logan’s thighs. “Time to see what catastrophe awaits me in my kitchen.”

“Our kitchen,” Finn said. 

Leo laughed and reached a hand up to brush through Finn’s hair. “You might help pay for it, but how much do you actually use it, sweetheart?”

Finn scoffed but kissed his palm. “You ungrateful little peanut.” But he tugged at Leo’s hand insistently. “Up, let’s go. Don’t want it to get cold.”

Logan stood up with a grunt and Finn pulled Leo up from the couch with a short kiss. He ushered Leo onto a stool by the counter beside Logan, then scurried around to grab some plates. Leo furrowed his eyebrows with an amused expression. “Egg sandwiches?”

Finn scoffed. “Not just any egg sandwiches, lovernut. These egg sandwiches are special.”

“Oh?” Leo asked with a smile. “Do tell.”

“First,” Finn said, counting on his fingers. “Logan and I found the nice eggs from the farm stand that you like.”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded, resting his head on Leo’s shoulder. “Ms. Adeline says hi.”

“Right,” Finn continued. “So, fresh eggs. Scrambled with water and butter, so they’re fluffy, of course. Next, we’ve got tomatoes, arugula, and bacon. And everything is on a fresh bagel from the bakery down the street.”

“And,” Logan said. “Yours has that nice hot sauce that you brought from New Orleans.”

“Yup,” Finn agreed. Then his eyes lit up. “Oh! And we roasted and seasoned potatoes, like you taught us, Le.” He surveyed his handy work before looking up at Leo. “Good?”

But Leo was already smiling, so hard his cheeks hurt. “Thank you.” He laughed and turned to kiss Logan’s cheek hard, then reached across the counter to cup Finn’s face and kiss him, too. “Thank you. I love you. I love you so much.”

He could feel Logan’s grin against his shoulder and watched Finn’s from across him, his teeth flashing white against his freckled face. He looked pleased. “Well,” he said, his eyes flashing to Logan. “We love you, too. You always take care of us so good, and we just- wanted to return the favor, let’s say.”

“D’accord,” Logan said. He nudged Leo’s cheek with his nose. “Essayez-le.”

Leo picked up the sandwich and took a bite, then speared a potato and popped one into his mouth. He hummed, his eyes crinkling, and swallowed. “It’s good. It’s really good, thank you, sweethearts.”

“You hear that, Lo?” Finn jested. “Finally got something Knu-pproved.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “It’s not gonna catch on, Fish.”

Finn shrugged and took a bite of his own sandwich. “You don’t know that.” He nodded his head with wide eyes and turned to Logan. “You know, we didn’t do a bad job.”

“Non,” Logan agreed. He dove in for some more of his own sandwich. “It’s actually pretty good.”

Leo snorted. “Should I be concerned about the surprise in your voices?”

“Sh,” Logan hushed, but he was smiling. He kissed Leo’s shoulder. “Eat your sandwich, soleil.

You’re my favorite o’knutzy writer at the moment! I need to know if you know about the head canon that Leo was a dancer for years and that’s why he’s so flexible! I loveee this! Just imagine him constantly spinning or leaping unprompted or instinctively pointing his foot

Some professional athletes, like NFL players, do do ballet to help with balance, flexibility, mobility, and strength! So enjoy this little thing I wrote taking a break from homework- finals are no joke in college. Thanks for the ask! <3

Also, let's show some appreciation for français louisiane! It's not a common language anymore, and I like to think that Leo's parents grew up in a more rural area outside of NOLA where Cajun French was spoken a lot, before they moved to the city and had Leo. I imagine that they did everything to make sure Leo spoke it as much as possible. Hence, French ballet classes for our little sunshine!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo was not normally a fan of keeping secrets from his boys. In fact, he was generally staunchly against the notion. They told each other everything eventually- all the little details about their childhoods, Finn and Logan about their years at Harvard, Leo about his high school life. But sometimes things were forgotten, or just didn’t come up naturally in conversation, and somehow, Leo’s mother had a special knack for unearthing elements of his past that he would rather not be revealed until the precise moment that he wanted them to be.

Like right now.

“Oh, look at what I found!” Eloise exclaimed. She was sitting at the dining room across from Finn and going through old boxes of photos. Leo had initially resisted with a blushing, stammering refusal, but she and Finn had double-teamed him until he conceded. “Look at you in your leotard, you sweet little boy.”

Leo’s head jerked up abruptly, his eyes widening. Beside him, Logan was also looking at Eloise from where he was helping Leo prepare lunch in the kitchen. Finn had started moving to sit beside her. Leo knew the photo that they were looking at, the one from when he was about eight, all dressed up for dance class with his leotard and tights, his curls wild and golden and his face still slightly chubby.

Leo shook his head. “Oh, no, mama-”

“You were so cute, honey. Boys, c’mere.”

“No,” Leo gasped. He grabbed at Logan’s arm. “No, no, no, oh my God. Wait-”

But Logan’s smile was teasing, and he moved over to sit on Eloise’s other side. When he sat down his grin turned adoring and his eyes sparkled. “Oh, mon soleil. Tres mignon.”

“Ouais,” Eloise replied. She was giggling. “He used to love wearing his leotard.”

Finn looked up at Leo, who’s eyes were like saucers. “Why didn’t you tell us you did ballet, baby?”

Leo rubbed his hand over his face and stayed by the counter. “Because it’s embarrassing.”

Logan shook his head. “Non. Non, it’s not. When did you stop?”

Eloise smirked. “He still comes with me to the studio when he visits sometimes.”

Finn’s mouth fell open. “What? But we’ve never seen you go!”

Leo groaned. “That’s because I only go when I come here without you guys.”

“Or when he ‘comes with me to the grocery store’ when you all visit.”

Finn barked at a laugh as Leo flushed even more. “Mama. That was our secret.”

“Oops,” Eloise shrugged. “Better now than later.” She stood up and kissed Leo on the cheek with a smile. “I’ll go bring the sandwiches out onto the porch. Y’all come join me when you’re done here.” She picked up the tray Leo and Logan had prepared and whisked out of the room, her linen pants swishing.

Finn got up and came to wrap his arms around Leo’s waist. “Why did you hide ballet from us, sweetheart?”

Leo was so embarrassed. “It just- I started when I was, like, three? It was to help with balance and flexibility. And then I started doing it pretty seriously in the off-season once I decided to be a goalie. Never competitions or anything, just classes. French ones, too. It’s how I kept it up when I wasn’t speaking it at school as much.” 

“Ouais,” Logan said, still looking at the photo. “That makes sense, soleil.”

“I know, but…” Leo sighed. “It’s still just a bit embarrassing.” 

“Why, sweetheart?” Finn asked. He pressed a few kisses to Leo’s neck.

“I don’t know,” Leo replied. “It’s just- it’s such a stereotype. The gay boy doing dance and stuff.” Leo felt tears start to well up in his eyes. “I was already struggling so much with being gay and playing hockey as a teenager, and I think- sometimes I wanted to stop doing ballet to just, I don’t know, distance myself from it.”

“From what?” Logan asked, eyebrows furrowed. He also stood up, pocketing the photo, and came to wrap his arms around Leo and bury his face in his chest.

Leo rested his own arms around the small of Logan’s back. “From being gay, I guess. For a while, until I realized that I didn’t want to hide.” He sniffled. “I think that ballet sometimes just brings up all that shame I felt when I was younger, in middle school, when I realized I didn’t like girls.” 

Finn was stroking his hair back from his face. “But do you like it, Le?”

Leo looked to him and a few tears fell. Finn caught them with his thumb. “Yeah.”

Finn smiled and kissed him briefly. “Then let’s look for classes in Gryff.”

Leo bit his lip. “Really?”

“Oui,” Logan said. He tilted his head up to rest on Leo’s collarbone. “It helps you, non?”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “Yeah, it really does. And I really like it.”

Logan reached up to grab his hair and bring his mouth down to be kissed. “D’accord. Then we find classes.” He kissed him hard again. “And I’m sorry you felt you had to hide it. But we won’t ever judge you for that.”

“I’m sorry for hiding it,” Leo replied. His boys were looking at him so lovingly, holding him so tightly, and he was so warm. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Finn shook his head. “It’s alright baby. It was a hard thing to bring up.” He grinned mischievously. “But now we know how you got so flexible.”

Leo snorted. “That’s also because I’m a goalie, Harz. We kinda have to be.”

Finn shrugged. “Hey, it’s not a bad thing. I certainly reap the benefits.”

“Finn,” Leo chastised. “My mama is out there.”

“Oh, like she doesn’t know that already.” Finn pressed a burst of kisses to his cheek. “We’re young and in love, what does she think happens when we close the bedroom door?”

“Fish,” Logan laughed. “Non, we’re going to be kicked out.”

“No we won’t,” Finn countered. “She loves us.”

“I love you,” Leo said. He was smiling and kissed each of their foreheads. “I love you.”

“We love you so much, mon coeur,” Logan said. He was soft and heavy in Leo’s arms.

“We do, baby,” Finn agreed. He bit at Leo’s jaw. “And I’ll love you even more if you do the splits for us tonight.”

“Jesus, Harz,” Leo said. He rolled his eyes hard, but he was blushing. “Let’s go, mama’s waiting for us with the sandwiches. I’ll grab the tea.”

“Non” Logan said. He batted Leo’s hands away, took them, and kissed the backs of each of them. “Non, you go. I got it.”

Leo smiled and watched as Logan puttered around the kitchen, getting a tray and a stack of glasses to go with the pitcher. Finn was behind Leo with his palms low on his back, kissing the top of his spine and shepherding him out to the porch where his mama was waiting. When they stepped out of the door, she looked up from her book and grinned. “Ça va?”

“Ouais,” Leo said. He gazed at his boys, who were bickering quietly about where to place the tea tray on the table, and smiled. “C’est bien

Dreaming of snowy winters right now! Have some snuggly boys.

All credits to @lumosinlove !

Hot chocolate had always reminded Logan of Christmases in Canada. They would go down to Sherbrooke to visit his father’s family for a few days and go snowboarding, sometimes skating on the nearby lakes and ponds if the ice was thick. There were copious amounts of chocolate shops in the towns there, serving the drink fresh-made. Logan always asked for a milk chocolate base, minimal milk, to reap as much sweet flavor as possible, and extra whipped cream. He and his sisters would usually go back for seconds, and maybe leave with a few truffles as well. His cousins never had quite the sweet tooth they did, but would entertain them nonetheless, waiting patiently for them all wrapped up in their winter gear. When he was younger, he would have considered it the best hot chocolate he’d ever had, a self-proclaimed connoisseur. 

Leo’s recipe, though, took hot chocolate to a whole new level.

Finn closed his eyes as he took a sip out of his own mug, his glasses fogging up briefly. “Hot damn, Leonardo, this might be your best cup yet.”

Leo smiled from where he was ladeling into his own cup, all soft-featured and delighted in their kitchen light. Instrumental Christmas music played lowly from the speakers, adding to the ambience that made him look, in Logan’s opinion, like an angel. “Thanks, Harz. I bought some chocolate from the new chocolatier by the bookstore, it’s nice stuff.”

Finn scoffed. “This is not just nice stuff.” He took a big gulp. “This is real nice stuff.” He looked at Leo over the rim of his mug. “And you’re real hot stuff.” Finn paused to look over at Logan, giving him a once-over before he winked and smirked. “So are you.” 

Logan rolled his eyes, but reached to grip Finn’s hair. “Shut up.”

“Oh-ho, you wanna make me?”

Logan just blushed and gave Finn’s head one last tug, which only made him smile wider as he brought his cup to his mouth once again. 

“Lo, you want some more?”

Logan looked up at Leo, standing expectantly by the stove. “Ouais, it was so good, Le. Merci.” 

He got up to bring his mug over, but Leo just shook his head. “No, no, sit, I’ll get it for you, sweetheart.”

Logan just grinned at the kiss Leo placed to his forehead, wrapping his blanket tighter around his shoulders. They were all cozy, freshly showered from an afternoon run and in sweatshirts and sweatpants. Logan had arrived the night before from New York for the Christmas break, and had no plans to move anywhere. Except maybe to their bed. Or to the kitchen, if Leo bribed him with food, which seemed likely considering the sheer amount of spices he had bought to make homemade gingerbread and molasses cookies tomorrow. 

Leo came back into the room, his and Logan’s mugs in his large hands, and placed them down on the coasters on their living room table. “Any room for me on the couch, Tremblay?”

Logan grinned up at him. “Ouais, ici.”

Leo made to sit down beside him, but Logan shook his head.

“Non, ici.”

He stood up briefly, the blanket pooling around his body, and looked down behind him, and then up at Leo again.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Leo said, smiling. “We get to be your personal couch cushions for Christmas, huh?”

Logan couldn’t even find it in himself to be sheepish. He just gestured again with his eyes to the couch, and Leo complied, shaking his head but blushing all the same. He really did look so pretty when he blushed. 

Finn tsked from the other end of the couch. “You are still such a baby, ten. So, so spoiled, even in your adulthood.” He sighed. “What’re we gonna do with you, huh?”

Logan just squished his cheek back into Leo’s shoulder to look over from his place on Leo’s lap. Finn looked so gorgeous, red hair long and wavy and his eyes big and brown. Most importantly, he was looking at them and smiling softly. “Ici.”

Finn snorted, but scooched over, throwing his legs horizontally over Logan’s thighs and leaning his shoulder into the cushion beside him. “You’re so lucky I love you so much,” he said drily. 

Logan just hummed and wiggled a bit. “Pass me my cocoa, please? And Leo’s?”

“Bossy, bossy,” Finn said, handing Leo his mug first, then Logan’s to him with a bow of his head. “My liege.”

That made Leo snort, jostling Logan’s cocoa dangerously. He took a sip, letting the thickness of it settle on his tongue. Leo had added homemade whipped cream, too, and a touch of cinnamon and peppermint. It was sweet, spicy, and tasted like home. “Je suis content.”

Leo kissed the back of his head. “Oui, sweetheart, me, too.”

Finn kicked at them lightly. “Translation, pretty please?”

Leo leaned his head back to look at him, smiling in his soft, gentle way. “Just happy, Harz.”

Finn’s face softened. “Oh. Yeah, me too.” He reached out to play with Leo’s hair. “Love you.”

Leo kissed his palm. “Love you.”

Logan leaned his head back to rest on Leo’s shoulder. “Mes amours.” He sighed, then smiled smugly. “My favorite couch cushions.”

They laughed, which made Logan smile wider. When the cocoa was all gone, Leo put his arm out and Finn shifted to lay against his side, nose resting on Logan’s shoulder. With the music through the speakers, the string lights around their apartment, and Leo’s cocoa on his tongue, Logan felt more content than he had in months. With a sigh, he snuggled himself into their warm bodies, and let his eyes close.

Finally, he could get some rest

Soooooo, gender-bent Cubs? As a WLW, I LOVE WLW Cubs AUs, and figured we needed more of them.

Enjoy Finn being VERY obsessed with her girlfriends- but would we really expect anything less from our favorite resident red-head?

GO BOSTON FLEET RAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Whoa-ho, there, Tremblay. Hey there, hot stuff.”

Logan jumped at Finn’s smack to her ass from where she was bent over putting on her skates. She turned around to glare daggers. “Finn-”

Finn grabbed her waist and brought her close, smile sharp. “You can’t bend over like that and expect me not to take advantage.”

Logan rolled her eyes but reached her hands up to tug at Finn’s hair. She had cut it for the season and it fell just to her jaw in light waves. Leo had done two French braids that morning to keep the face-framing pieces out of her eyes, but there was still enough loose for Logan to grip. “We’re in the locker room.”

Finn just leaned down and kissed her. “I can’t help that your ass is incredible always. Le’s, too. I’m a very lucky girl.”

“Hm?” Leo asked, walking by in her compression shirt in leggings. She hadn’t put her pads on yet. She leaned against their sides and wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist. “What’d you say, honey?”

“That I love you,” Finn said, but her eyes were twinkling. 

Leo narrowed her eyes. “No you didn’t.”

Finn shrugged. “Believe what you want, baby.” But as she walked to her stall to suit up, she gave Leo’s ass a squeeze with two hands.

“Fish,” Leo gasped. She looked down at Logan, her face bright red. “She was talking about my ass, wasn’t she?”

Logan smiled and leaned up to kiss her. “Ouais.” Logan leaned against Leo’s chest. “It’s a very nice ass, soleil.”

Leo snorted. “Yours, too, sweetheart.”

***

“Shit, Knut, you’re a fucking wall today,” Tabby Walker said, panting. “What the hell.”

Leo just smiled and pushed up her mask. “Sorry, Talky.” She squirted water into her mouth as Tabby came up to tap her stick against Leo’s pads.

“You’re gonna be hot tomorrow against Minnesota, baby, I can feel it.”

Leo laughed. “You think?”

“Yeah,” Tabby replied. “Red hot.”

“Hey!” Finn’s voice came. “You can’t call Leo hot!”

Finn and Logan were finishing up stick handling drills with the other forwards at the other end of the ice. They were helping to pick up the cones that they used sometimes when they interrupted Leo and Tabby. Finn handed hers to Logan, who was laughing, and skated over.

She stopped right beside Leo and looked to Tabby. “What’re you doing calling my Leo hot?”

Leo raised her eyebrows. “She also called me baby.”

Finn just pouted. “Walky Talky.”

Tabby slugged Finn in the shoulder gently. “She can’t help the heat, dude. She went full splits, I didn’t have a chance.” She jerked her chin and gave Leo a fist bump. “I’m off, lovebirds.” She turned to Leo and winked cheekily. “Later, Nutty.”

Leo winked back even as Finn made a desperate little whine. “Leo.”

Giggling, Leo turned back to Finn. “Sweetheart, you’re so easy.”

“I can’t help that I’m dating two goddesses. You can do the splits, for crying out loud.” She crossed her arms. “And ‘baby’ is a privilege reserved for me.” 

Leo rolled her eyes with a small smile. “You’re so difficult.” But she kissed Finn’s helmet. “I love you.”

Finn preened under the attention. “Lucky me.”

“Oui, lucky you,” Leo replied. “And if it makes you feel better, Talky calls everybody hot.” She smirked. “Especially Logan’s sister.”

Finn laughed. “Noelle’s a lucky one.”

“Hm,” Leo said, turning to her net. “She is. C’mon, Finnley, help me get my stuff to the locker room so we can go. Vodka chicken’s on the menu tonight.”

“Let’s fucking go,” Finn said, pumping her fists. She grabbed Leo’s water bottle. “Fucking love your vodka chicken.” She looked up to where Logan and Sirius were having what looking like a shooting contest on Kasey at the other end. “Hey Tremblay! Let’s go! Got vodka chicken for dinner tonight.”

Logan looked up at that, and said something to Sirius before skating away. She approached her girlfriends with a smile. “Ouais, let’s go.”

Leo nodded towards the other end of the ice. “Having fun?”

Logan smiled. “Oui, just doing a shooting competition with Cap.” She turned her head slightly and raised her voice. “Which I won!”

“Non!” Sirius yelled back. “Non, tu n'as pas gagné!”

Logan rolled her eyes, turning back. “I so did.”

Finn just threw her arm around her. “Let’s go. Vodka chicken time.”

The locker room was rowdy as it always was after practice, the adrenaline having yet to wear off. Leo shook her curls out of their low ponytail and fluffed it up from her scalp. It was getting long now- she’d have to cut it soon so it wouldn’t overheat the back of her neck, especially as they were getting deeper into the season. They were on a winning streak, and the Boston crowd was expecting big things from the Fleet.

She felt a tug on a lock of hair and arms wrapping around her waist from behind. Logan squeezed her briefly before coming around to face her. “Ca va?”

Leo nodded, placing a kiss between her two Dutch braids. There were pieces that had come loose. Leo thought that Logan always looked so gorgeous after practice, her face warm and her dark hair a little mussed. The messy braid look really suited her. 

“Ouais,” Leo said. She continued in French. “How much longer do you need?”

Logan kissed her collarbone. “Twenty minutes. Gotta shower real quick, then we can go home.”

Leo nodded, stripping off to follow Logan into the showers. Logan led her to the ones on the other side of the wall that divided the shower room, where Finn already was under her own nozzle. There wasn’t anybody else, and she lit up at the sight of them. “Oh boy.” She not-so-subtely peeked around at Leo and Logan’s backsides. “Yup, I don’t regret a thing.”

Leo turned bright red and Logan laughed, leaning up to kiss her cheek before turning on two nozzles for them. “Later, Harz.”

Finn smiled, eyes happy and with that sharp look that she sometimes got. “Hot stuff, Tremblay.”

Logan turned her face up to the spray, careful to not get her braids too wet. “You can’t call me that.” She peeked out mischievously. “Only Talker can.”

Finn spluttered and Leo laughed loudly. When Logan turned to look, Finn’s ears were red and she looked like the was struggling to maintain composure, which just made Logan smirk and close her eyes.

“Nuh-uh,” Finn complained. “Nope, nope, no more.” She flicked water at them both. “Not funny.”

Leo just reached over to grab her hand and kiss it. “Love you, sweetheart.” Finn put on her sad eyes and Leo snorted. “Say it back, you goof.”

Finn’s eyes narrowed. 

Leo bit her lip around a smile and turned towards her own shower. “Fine. No vodka chicken for you.”

Finn gasped. “You don’t mean that.”

Logan hummed. “Ouais. Le and I will eat it all.”

“No, nope,” Finn said. She stepped up behind Leo and pressed a kiss to her shoulder before reaching out to tug Logan over. Surprised, Logan came with a slight yelp, slipping a little on the floor. But before she could chastise, Finn kissed her soundly. “Love you, love you, love you.”

Leo looked over her shoulder to see Logan’s green eyes looking up through dark lashes. She was smiling softly. “Je t’aime.” She looked to Leo and her smile grew. “Je t’aime, soleil.”

“I love you,” Leo said, leaning in for a brief kiss. “But let’s get a move on.” She reached for the soap. “I’m fucking starving and you two are stalling me.”

And with a light smack to each of their asses, Finn went back to her own shower, laughing at her girlfriends’ twin gasps. 

Finn O'Hara really was a very lucky girl

I agree with Leo- we have to put some more respect on ratatouille. No more of this rat-patootie stuff.

Enjoy fluffy reunion!!!! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Do you find me wise yet, nutter butter baby?”

Leo snorted at Finn, whose arms were wrapped underneath Leo’s from behind and attempting to help cook. He was stirring the pot with his left hand and holding the zucchini with his right as Leo chopped it. 

“I really don’t think this is effective, Harz.”

“But I’m stirring the onions and garlic! So they don’t burn, like you taught us. And, at the same time, you’re chopping the zucchini and we are cuddling. Win-win-win solution.”

“What’s the third win?”

Finn bonked his head against Leo’s back. “The first is the cuddling, obviously.” He bit at Leo’s shoulder when Leo laughed again. “I’m not done. The first is the cuddling, second is the stirring, and the third is the zucchini chopping.”

“I’m pretty sure we could stir and chop standing separately.”

Finn groaned. “Nutty, but then we’d be standing separately. Now we get to be a homogenous blob.”

That got a real laugh out of Leo, one of his tinkling ones that shook his whole body. “I don’t know if it’s wise, sweetheart, but it’s sure ingenious.”

“Well, you’re engaged to this genius, baby. So no take-backs, no return policy.”

Leo finished chopping the zucchini and put it in the pan. “I’m pretty sure that only applies after we sign the wedding certificate.”

“Tomato, tom-ahto, point is you’re stuck with me for eternity.”

Leo paused his movements and turned in Finn’s arm to plant a kiss on his mouth. “What a shame, then.”

“Hm,” Finn hummed, plying Leo’s lips open with his own. He broke apart. “Shoot, sorry, I stopped stirring.”

Leo giggled. “I got this, honey. Go pour us some wine?”

Finn stepped back with a kiss to Leo’s shoulder and a shimmy towards their wine cabinet. “Speaking my language, baby.” He took out a red. “What are we having again? Rat-patootie?”

Finn couldn’t see Leo’s eye roll, but he knew it was there. “That joke gets less funny every time you say it.”

Finn grinned at his back. “It’s a good movie. Endless possible quotes.”

“Whatever you say, O’Hara, just no disrespect on my ratatouille,” Leo retorted, opening the oven to check on the rosemary chicken.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Le,” Finn said, pouring each of them a glass. “When’s Lo supposed to get here?”

“He said eight,” Leo replied, adding tomatoes to his pan. “He’s going to take a cab. I offered to pick him up at the airport, but he said they were going to the hotel first to watch some tape, so he’ll be here after that.”

“That’s right,” Finn said, leaning on the counter and appreciating the view of Leo’s back. “Our little Canadian rival.”

Leo sent him an exasperated smile. “You say that like it’s a dramatic novel or something.”

Finn shrugged. “Maybe it is. Enemies to lovers? Friends to lovers? Strangers to friends to lovers to friends to falling in love with a hot ass rookie goalie to lovers?”

That drew another laugh out of Leo, which made Finn smile. He loved making Leo laugh, loved making his curls shake and his dimples show themselves. He looked so good, in his maroon shirt and jeans, making dinner for themselves and Logan on a cool early-October night. Like a romantic angel.

“You wanna write that novel, Harz?”

Finn bit his lip around his happiness. “Nah, baby, I’d rather live it.” He blew Leo a kiss. “I love you.”

That made Leo blush, which in Finn’s opinion was just as good, if not better than making him laugh. “You’re lucky I love you, you romantic sap.”

“No returns.”

They were still giggling when the sound of keys scraping the lock sounded at the door. Both of their heads jerked up just as Logan entered, all gorgeous in his traveling suit pants and a white button-down, his overnight bag and jacket hanging from his shoulder. He looked up and smiled at them. “Salut.”

Finn let out a whoop and ran over to scoop Logan up in his arms, lifting him excitedly off his feet by the waist. Logan was laughing in his ear delightedly, and was still smiling when Finn set him down to kiss him deeply. Finn broke apart to press his lips all over his face. “Baby’s home, baby’s home. Missed you, baby-baby.” 

“Ouais, rouge, missed you, too,” Logan sighed. His hand was scratching Finn’s scalp and Finn leaned into the touch briefly. “Soleil?”

“Over here, honey.”

Leo was still standing by the stove and watching them as Logan took off his shoes. He slid over softly and stepped gingerly onto Leo’s feet, wrapping his arms around Leo’s neck to pull him into a kiss. Finn followed with an arm around Logan’s back, pressing soft kisses to Logan’s shoulder. Logan sighed contentedly as Leo moved down to kiss his neck. Leo wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist to hug him. “Missed you, Tremz.” He sighed into Logan’s skin. “Love you.” 

“Mm, je t’aime,” Logan said. He rested his lips to Leo’s shoulder. “What’re you making, Le? Smells amazing.”

“Rat-patootie,” Finn said, smirking.

This time, Finn got a full few of Leo’s eye roll. “Ratatouille, Fish. And roasted rosemary chicken.”

“Délicieux,” Logan said, pressing a few soft kisses to Leo’s neck. “Allez, I’m going to shower and change. Ten minutes.” He gave each of them a last kiss before grabbing his bag and heading towards the bathroom. Along the way, he stripped himself of his pants, shirt, and undershirt, leaving a trail of clothes behind him with a smirk. Finn narrowed his eyes.

“You trying to start something there, ten?”

Logan just bit his lip and looked up through his lashes. “Non. Je vais juste prendre une douche.” He disappeared into the bathroom.

Finn breathed out heavily. “That little fucker. Leaving a mess and totally getting away with it.”

Leo just looked at him. “You’d let him do anything as long as he did it naked.”

“Well,” Finn said. “Usually he does fun things when he’s naked.” He grabbed Leo’s hand, spun him, and pulled him to his chest. “You, too, if memory serves.”

Leo kissed him briefly. “Mm, it does.” He pulled away and turned to the stove. “But right now I am making a masterpiece, so clothes will be staying on.”

“Damn.”

While Leo set about finishing dinner, Finn threw Logan’s discarded clothes in the hamper and got out the plates and silverware, lighting a few candles, too. He poured himself another glass of wine, and one for Logan for when he returned. Then he sat by the counter, making gentle conversation with Leo as he tested the chicken with a thermometer and toasted some fresh rolls from the bakery down the street. Finn loved these nights, the domestic and quiet ones, where there was nowhere to go and nothing urgent to be done. He loved it even more when they were all together, Logan’s mere presence in their apartment settling something in his shoulders. He could tell Leo felt the same; he smiled more freely when Logan was around, jaw less tense, and sleep came easier. It was hard sometimes, being separated, especially with Logan’s contract extended. It hadn’t looked like the Lions were going to make a successful offer, so they had decided that it was better that Logan stayed where he was instead of taking a gamble that could send him potentially across the country. It was better than most alternatives, but Finn still cherished these moments when his home was full. Full of love for his boys, for their smiles, the way they smelled, the way they laughed. He himself was so full of love sometimes he didn’t know what to do with it.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he turned to find Logan in Leo’s navy sweater and dark jeans. “Mon rouge.”

Finn leaned his head back onto Logan’s shoulder. “I love you, baby.”

Logan kissed him upside down. “Je t’aime.” He looked at Leo’s back. “Salut, soleil.”

Leo turned to look at them. “Hi, honey.” He tilted his head, a small smile on his face. “Missed seeing you together.”

Finn smiled, too, as Logan pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You look good, peanut.”

“Ouais.”

“Bet I’d look even better without clothes, huh?”

Logan and Finn laughed as Leo turned away, fussing with the pans before turning back. “C’mon, bring the plates over. I’ll serve it from the stove.”

It was delicious, as all things Leo cooked were. Finn could taste the thyme of the ratatouille, the juicy dark meat of the chicken leg, his favorite. Logan kept making appreciative noises. His first bite had had him moaning, eyes closed. “Mon Dieu, soleil. Missed your cooking so much,” he had said, before promptly going in for a second, larger bite. 

Leo looked pleased with their feedback, as he always did when they complimented him. His cheeks flushed red, and his shoulders did a happy little shrug. It was unbearably adorable.

After, when Logan and Finn had cleaned the kitchen, they set about getting ready for bed, anxious to be close to one another again. Logan sought out a pair of Finn’s pajama pants and Leo’s sweatshirt, both of which pooled at the ends of his limbs. He had wrapped his arms around Leo’s waist while waiting for the two of them to finish brushing their teeth, pressing kisses to Leo’s spine and Finn’s shoulder. Finn just smiled at Leo in the bathroom mirror. 

When they finally made it to the bed, Logan squished himself in the middle, pulling Finn’s head to his chest and tucking himself into Leo’s side. He sighed happily, closing his eyes briefly. “Feels like so long since I’ve been in our bed,” he murmured. 

Leo, who was tracing patterns on his abs, pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Yeah, sweetheart, I know.”

Logan sighed heavily. “Do you ever think…”

At his tone, Finn looked up, pushing himself up on his forearms and steadying himself with one hand on Leo’s torso. “What, Lo, baby?”

Logan pushed his head further back into the pillows. “Do you ever think that it’s- it’s too hard doing this sometimes?” 

Red lights flared in Finn’s head, and Leo took in a sharp breath. “Honey, what are you-”

“Logan,” Finn blurted out. “Logan, uh-uh.”

Logan shook his head hard, eyes widening in realization. He looked up at Leo. “Merde, désolé. Non, non, I wasn’t going to say that.” He took Finn’s head in his hands, pressing a hard kiss between his eyebrows. “Rouge, désolé, I’m sorry. Non, non, not ever.”

“Jesus,” Finn said, flopping down on Logan’s chest. “You almost put me in cardiac arrest.”

Logan laughed a little. “Non, non, we can’t have that.”

“Lo,” Leo interrupted, eyes still serious. “What did you mean, seriously?”

Logan sucked at his teeth briefly, pausing. “I meant- what if I retired?”

Finn couldn’t help the gasp. “What? No, Lo, you don’t need to do that.”

Logan looked at him, brow furrowed. “But I- it’s hard, non? Living apart for so long,” he said. “And us not being together is not an option.” He grumbled the last bit, in that Logan way that was somehow grumpy and loving at the same time.

Leo just looked at him, eyebrows raised. “You don’t need to go zero to a hundred, Tremblay.”

“Ouais, je sais,” Logan said. “I just- I miss being home with you guys. And it is hard. I just- I don’t know how many years I can keep doing this.”

“Well,” Leo said, holding himself up on one elbow. “Let’s set a time limit, then.”

Finn and Logan looked at him. “Quoi?” Logan asked.

Leo cocked his head. “Let’s set a time limit. I’ll be a free agent at the end of three years, and Logan, your contract only has three more years on it as well- both including this year. And Finn…” he paused. “Well, yours is up at the end of the season, so we can see about renegotiating a contract with Gryff, or if not, then with New York.” His eyes focused. “We are together- the league knows that. Whether or not they like it, that is a factor in our contract negotiations. And we’ve been doing the distance thing for just over 3 years now, which hasn’t been easy. We’ve done our time.” He put a hand on Logan’s hip. “But none of us are ready to throw the towel in quite yet, nor should we have to. So, let’s say about three years. Three more years of this, of riding out what’s left for each of us with our respective organizations, and then we renegotiate. Together.” 

Finn considered for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Okay, yeah, we can do that. I can do that. Lo?”

Logan traced a hand down Leo’s cheek. “You’re so smart, soleil.” He looked at Finn’s eyes. “Three more years.”

Leo let out a shaky breath. “I know it’s not ideal, but…”

Finn brought him down for a kiss. “No, but it’s a plan. It’s an ending.” He kissed Logan, too, then smiled. “I love hockey, but I have my limits. We have our limits. And we’re getting married.” He traced patterns on their skin. “You both are more important to me than anything else, and like it or not, I’m always gonna put you before some stupid, made up game.”

Logan gasped, then pinched his side. “Non, Harzy. Ne dis pas ça.”

“Nom nom nom.”

Leo laughed. “You got your point across, Harz, I think.”

Finn laughed at the burst of kisses Leo pressed to his neck. “I’m very wise, Leonardo.”

That made Leo full-body laugh again, and he laid himself down on the other side of Logan’s chest. After a minute, he began kissing along Logan’s ribs, open-mouthed and hot against the skin. Logan flushed. “Soleil.”

Finn was getting warmer just looking at them. Leo looked up from a mark he was making on the outside of Logan’s torso, his signature sly grin on his face. “I think Finn said something about fun, naked acitivites.”

They both moved their gazes over to him, and Finn gave a serious set of nods. “Yes. Yes, yes I absolutely did.” He kissed down Logan’s neck. “Naked, very naked activities. Fucking gorgeous boys.”

And with Logan laughing breathlessly under him and Leo kissing along his spine with a smile, Finn thought that this was the wisest decision of them all. 

Sometimes long distance is about the little things. And sometimes it's about the big things. But it's ALWAYS about showing up in any way you can when your partners, or partner, need you. Have some angsty, fluffy, and in-love long-distance boys. All credits to @lumosinlove :)

Leo had had a bad day, and just needed something to make him feel better. Actually, it had been a bad week, or two, if he was being honest with himself. The days were short, in December, and every day he woke up to darkness and left the rink looking at the stars. Logan loved it, the cold, the obscurity, the significant lack of thunderstorms- but Logan was in New York, not here where Leo and Finn wanted him. They had barely been able to fit in a visit two weeks ago during the Thanksgiving holidays, and they wouldn’t get a chance before Christmas, which would still only be for a few days. They had played the Rangers in October and weren’t playing them again until mid-February, and it was in these cold moments, especially, that Leo felt Logan’s absence acutely, that he missed his New Orleans house more and more with each passing day of snow and little light. 

He was standing at the stove, making some butternut squash soup. Not exactly on the preapproved meal plan, and it definitely didn’t have enough protein for professional athletes, but it was warm and aromatic, and he had just put some homemade sourdough bread in the oven to bake for the second time out of its Dutch oven. He had scored it with a little design, the classic line down the middle and the leaf pattern, but also with three little birds, like sketched seagulls, in the top left corner. Leo guessed that his longing even translated into his cooking. 

Finn came out of the bedroom just then, walking to the door to put his shoes on. He always looked so good in the winter, with his long buttoned coats and dark pants, boots, scarf, and beanie. More often than not, too, he wore his glasses in the winter. He looked so cozy, and so gorgeous all the time it was sometimes difficult for Logan and Leo to concentrate when they went out into the city together. Now, he was also bearing a little bit of winter scruff, just a day or so worth, and if Leo hadn’t been so tired and sad, he would have asked him to dance in the kitchen just to be close to him for a little while under the soft lights. 

Patting his pockets for his belongings, Finn looked up at him. “I’m going to the pharmacy, sunshine, gotta pick up some more tape for my thigh. Can’t go running without it, Layla said, after last game’s strain.” He walked over, putting his arms around Leo’s waist. “Need anything while I’m out, baby? 

Leo just shook his head, biting his lip and looking to the soup he was stirring on the stove. 

Finn looked at him with a furrowed brow. His voice was hesitant but gentle when he spoke. “Peanut, what’s wrong? You’ve been… upset lately.”

Leo lifted his gaze as Finn reached a hand to cup his neck. “Just sad, I guess. It’s dark, and it’s cold, and I miss my parent’s house, and I… I really miss Logan.”

Finn’s shoulders sagged and he looked at Leo sympathetically. “I know, baby. God, I know it’s hard.” He let out a sharp breath. “And I know it doesn’t help to say that we’ll see him in a few weeks when he’s not waking up in our bed every other day.” He kissed Leo. “How about you finish your soup, yeah? Lo said he has a late practice, but we can call him after and cuddle in bed. I’ll read to you both, how does that sound?”

Leo nodded, trying to be strong, but his voice came out small. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Finn just drew him in. “Oh, baby.” He kissed Leo’s forehead firmly. “You want me to stay? I don’t have to go to the pharmacy, I can go without running tomorrow.”

Leo shook his head. “No, no, go. I’ll be okay for a bit. Just…” Leo glanced down at him. “Hurry back?”

Finn nodded and kissed him firmly, then softly, holding Leo there by his cheeks. “I love you, Le, baby. So does Lo.”

“Love you,” Leo said. “I love you.”

With one last kiss, Finn pulled away and opened the door. As he closed it behind him, he kissed his fingers and flashed them at Leo. Leo felt his mouth tug to the side, but as soon as the click of the lock sounded, he sighed and turned back his soup. The timer went off for the bread, and after determining the crust good enough, he put it on a rack to cool for a bit before he would slice it and toast it for their dinner. Then, he set about cleaning up what he could of the kitchen before Finn got home, turning on the kettle to make a cup of tea.

As he stood at the counter, closer to the residual warmth of the slowly cooling stove, sipping his mint tea, his eye caught on the picture frames by the door. The largest was of them in the locker room after the Stanley Cup win with the Lions, Finn kissing Leo’s cheek as Logan and Leo looked at each other. Logan had his arms wrapped around Leo’s waist, backwards champion hat on his head keeping his long hair out of his face. He was smiling so widely at Leo, having said something to make Leo blush and Finn coo, leaning in to wetly press his lips Leo’s skin just as someone had clicked the camera. Leo remembered feeling invincible in that moment. He had proven himself, his first NHL season, but more than that he was so high on being in love with his two boys that it had overshadowed their Cup victory. He knew he wouldn’t have felt that happy to win if Logan and Finn hadn’t been right beside him.

Below that photo, though, there was a newer one, taken on their most recent trip to Nice, to Logan’s mother’s childhood home that she shared with her brother. It was of the three of them on the beach. Thomas and Noelle had been staying at the same time, and had suggested going down to the ocean for sunset in the boiling French evening. Never one to turn down the opportunity to see his boys by the water, Logan had gifted them new swimsuits with a sly little grin on his face. They had been almost two small to wear in public, Leo had thought, but Thomas had taken one look at the three of them, wolf whistled, said something about inseam length, and that had sealed their fate.

  They had gone to the beach in their new swimsuits, definitely drawing eyes. One particular group of girls had really gotten along with Finn, which had definitely made Logan prickly; but what had actually made him snap was a tall, dark, and handsome French man coming to flirt with Leo while he and Finn had been reading on their towels. Logan, having just gotten back with Noelle and Thomas from finding some fruity, alcoholic drink, had seen the man looking Leo’s sun-tanned body up and down and immediately given his drink to Thomas to hold. Rushing over, he gave the man a glare and plopped himself right down on Leo’s lap, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him deeply. When he pulled away after an indecent amount of time, the man was gone and Finn was laughing beside them. Logan had just scowled, pulling him in to be kissed hard as well. 

In that moment, Leo had watched them, in the light that was just beginning to set over the Mediterranean, and thought how he had probably seen nothing more beautiful. Finn had pulled away laughing, pinching Logan’s side and making him smirk, then smile sheepishly with a blush. With a shout from Noelle, they’d all turned, Logan moving slightly sideways in Leo’s lap and Finn’s head resting on Leo’s shoulder, to smile for the camera. That was the last time Leo had remembered feeling truly warm before coming back to not only play ice hockey again, but to see Logan off to New York for another season.

He didn’t know how much time he had spent staring at the photographs, but his tea had gone cold in his hands. Sighing, he put the kettle on to boil more water, even if only to pour into a mug to hold. He checked his watch. Finn had been gone for a long time, longer than a trip to the pharmacy required. He tapped at his phone screen, but there were no new messages. He supposed Finn had just gone to another store, maybe to get some more dirt for their windowsill garden. They were running out of soil.

Just as he was pouring his second mug of tea, the sound of keys scratching at the door reverberated through the apartment. Leo closed his eyes and sighed, grateful for the time alone, but desperately wanting to collapse into Finn’s arms. He would understand the ache Leo felt in Logan’s absence more than anyone. 

He was just finishing adding honey to his tea, about to turn to the stove again to heat up the soup for dinner, when footsteps echoed as they walked through the door.

“Bonjour, soleil.”

Leo’s head snapped up. There, standing in front of him, was Logan, smiling widely. He had one of his hand’s laced with Finn’s, who was also grinning at Leo and carrying Logan’s bag, and was dressed in one of Leo’s sweatshirts and Adidas pants. He looked a bit tired, a Rangers hat on his head to tame what were undoubtedly his wild mid-season waves. Leo thought he’d never looked more gorgeous, waiting for him with Finn in the light of their apartment. “Oh.”

Logan took a step forward, and that was all it took for Leo to meet him the rest of the way, arms wrapping hard around his waist to lift him up. Logan’s legs were clutching his hips hard, arms encircling his neck and hands cradling the back of his head. When Leo had regained some of his sense he realized he was crying, making the edge of Logan’s sweatshirt- his sweatshirt- wet and salty. He knocked Logan’s hat off of his hat, hearing it hit the floor, and threaded one hand through his hair, the other underneath his thigh. Finn had come up and put a hand on each of their backs. “Surprise, nutter butter.”

Leo inhaled Logan’s scent and leaned back. “I mean- how… you had practice? And your car, did you drive here? The snow, Lo, you guys just got quite a bit the other day-”

Logan just shook his head, smiling at him. He tugged Leo’s hair a little to bring their mouths together, and Leo instantly relaxed. The tension left his body, and he let Logan’s fire, always bubbling, completely consume him for a few moments. Logan was warm, Finn’s hands on his back were warm, and he finally felt so warm he didn’t know what to do. His kisses grew desperate, trying to make up for lost time, and he felt Finn’s mouth on his shoulder, probably watching them together with his gorgeous brown eyes. Leo loved them endlessly.

Eventually, their kisses grew softer, Logan pulling away with a few more light pecks. “Oh, soleil, j’taime. I missed you, mon couer.”

“I- I missed you, too, sweetheart. I love you.” He jerked his head a little bit, mouth parting. “But how- what about practice?”

Finn laughed at Leo’s lingering confusion, and Logan just leaned in to kiss him again, smiling into it. “Non, no practice. I never had practice.” He looked up at Leo through his dark lashes. “And my car’s in for inspection, so I flew.” His eyes turned somber. “Finn said you’ve been sad.”

Leo looked at Finn, who was staring at him, maybe a little guiltily. Leo just kissed his forehead and then touch their temples together. “Yeah, yeah I’ve been sad. It’s just been-” He could feel himself starting to cry again. “It’s just been the cold, and the darkness, and missing my parent’s house, and- and missing you.” Leo took a shuddering breath in. “I really, really missed you sweetheart.”

Finn’s arm squeezed around his waist, and Logan made a small noise in the back of his throat and tightened his limbs around Leo's body. “Ouais, I missed you to, soleil. Missed you both.” He leaned towards Finn for a light kiss, then placed one on Leo’s mouth, too. “Finn told me, and I figured I could surprise you. We have a couple days off after our roadie, and I’d rather be here with you than in my apartment.” He looked up at him, green eyes searching. “Une bonne surprise?”

Leo smiled at him and closed his eyes as Logan leaned their foreheads together. “Ouais. The best.”

“Oo-ways.”

Logan and Leo laughed at Finn, Logan drawing him in for a few sloppy kisses. “Oh, mon rouge. Ton français est terrible.”

Finn winked, kissed him again, then kissed Leo firmly. “Happier now, peanut?”

Leo tiled his head, gazing at Finn’s eyes behind his glasses. “Yeah. Yeah, thank you. I love you.” He turned to Logan. “I love you both.”

Logan just hummed and laid his head on Leo’s shoulder for a brief moment before Leo squeezed his hip and moved to place him on the counter, parting with a kiss. Finn replaced Leo between Logan’s legs, his back to Logan’s chest and Logan’s arms around his waist, hands clasped in the front. It made Leo’s heart jolt to see them together like that again in their kitchen. 

Logan peeked out at him over Finn’s shoulder. “What did you make?”

Leo smiled. “Butternut squash soup. I’ll toast the bread in the oven, too, I made sourdough. Even made a design, see?”

He picked up the loaf and showed it to them. Both Finn and Logan hovered their fingers over the crust, eyes going to the three birds. Finn looked up first, grinning. “Aw, you cut us into bread.”

“Scored, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know about bread scoring, but you can score tonight if you want, peanut.” Finn’s eyes sparkled, then his nose crinkled. “Butternut. You’re our very own butternut squash!”

Logan snorted quietly, pressing a burst of kisses to Finn’s neck. Finn just smiled sharply at Leo, who was shaking his head in fondness. “I try and do something sentimental, and this is what I get.” He kissed Finn’s cheek. “You’re all trouble.”

Finn just winked at him. 

“I like them, soleil,” Logan interrupted, reaching out to bring Leo’s face to his to kiss him. “Les trois oiseaux.”

Leo smiled. “Oui.” 

“You know, French is a lot sexier when you're saying it in my ear, I gotta say.”

Logan smacked Finn’s hip lightly and Leo leaned back, laughing. As he heated the oven up and sliced the bread, he couldn’t bring himself to slice through the three birds. He smiled down at them as he listened to Logan and Finn’s bickering, at the feel of Finn’s hands on his hips, Logan’s warm body at his side watching his hands work the knife. He would freeze that section, he decided, and take it out and toast it on another cold day.

Because today… today he was warm.

Bet Leo didn't know his 2-for-1 deal includes weighted blankets. All credits to @lumosinlove !!

It was the scent that woke Logan abruptly from his sleep. Bacon- definitely Leo up and about, Logan thought. The sun shining through their curtains was on his face, and he leaned into it as he moved over to Leo’s empty side of the bed- only to find it not empty. 

He jerked his head up only to collide his nose with Leo’s bicep, which was tucked up underneath the pillow as he slept on his stomach. Logan pushed up onto his forearms with a soft grunt to get a better look at his face. Leo always looked so beautiful when he slept, blond hair like a halo splayed on the pillow, his face finally relaxed. He seemed like an easy-going person, and he was- but he carried tension in his jaw and neck, especially when he was frustrated by not being able to sleep. 

Last night was one of those nights. Logan had awoken at around two in the morning to find Leo sat up and rubbing his face, breath coming out in angry huffs. He’d been having particular trouble sleeping lately and almost every night for a week had been awake for a few hours in the middle of the night. Finn was a heavy sleeper and never really noticed. But Logan, too used to being squished happily in between his two boys, always did, and rubbed Leo’s back softly until his breathing inevitably evened out again.

The night previous, though, it seemed Leo was particularly frustrated. The lack of sleep had caught up to him, Logan could tell. He wasn’t surprised by the stiffness of Leo’s upper back and neck, but he was surprised by the tears falling down Leo’s cheek when his blue eyes caught Logan staring.

“Sh, Lo go back to sleep,” he had said. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

But Logan had shook his head. “Non. Turn over.”

Leo had looked at him surprised. “What, honey?”

“Allez.”

Logan had settled him back down on the pillows, turned him onto his stomach, and straddled his hips. Leo sighed, grunting softly as Logan’s hands started massaging the tension out of his muscles. “Feels good.”

Logan had hummed back, smiling softly when Leo groaned at a particularly tight knot being loosed in his neck. 

A rustle had sounded beside them, and Logan had looked over to find Finn staring at them. “Wha’s hap’nin’?”

Nobody had responded, but Finn must have seen the tear-tracks on Leo’s face, and he scooted over to cup Leo’s cheek. “Oh, baby. Trouble sleeping, huh?”

Leo had released a shaky breath. “Yeah. Just really tired of not being able to rest.”

Finn had just placed a kiss on his forehead, stroking his hair. “Wanna be in the middle? When Lo’s done?”

Leo had just shaken his head. “No, too hot.” But he reached out to take Finn’s hand, upturned on the pillow. “Just stay.”

Finn had just kissed him.

They had stayed like that until Leo’s breath had finally evened out. Logan had gingerly climbed off and laid down again, but continued stroking Leo’s back. Finn reached his arm around to rest on Leo’s hips. “God, our poor boy,” he had said, nose in the back of Logan’s hair. “I just hate that we can’t do anything sometimes.”

Logan had tangled their legs together. “Ouais, rouge. Me too.” He had wiggled a little bit more back into Finn. “I think mostly he just wants us there.”

Finn had just breathed out, pressing a kiss to Logan’s neck. Eventually, he fell asleep, but Logan stayed awake, watching Leo’s back for a little longer in the moonlight before succumbing to his own exhaustion. 

Now though, in the morning light, Logan got to observe as Leo’s face was finally slack, mouth open slightly and breathing softly. Logan traced his full lips gently, then brushed some curls back from his face. Leo’s face shifted in his sleep, his breathing hitching under Logan’s touch. He was so achingly gorgeous, and Logan could spend hours just staring at him, at Finn, too. Sometimes he did, staring and marveling at how lucky he was to have two such boyfriends, beautiful inside and out, that loved him, that he got to love in return. 

Logan stayed there for he didn’t know how long, just watching, until Leo shifted a little more exaggeratedly and opened his eyes. They flitted over Logan’s face before he sighed, smiling softly. “G’morning, sweetheart.”

Logan said nothing, just leaned forward and kissed his forehead then touched their temples together. He could feel Leo take a deep breath and pressed against him harder. 

Eventually, Leo spoke. “Thank you,” he said, his voice soft and more settled into his accent. “I’m sorry I keep waking you up.”

Logan shook his head hard, leaning back to look Leo in the eyes. “Non. Non, soleil. Je t’aime, mon coeur.”

“I love you, too.” Leo bit his lip. “I just don’t want to keep disturbing you. My not being able to sleep shouldn’t mean that you can’t sleep either. You and Finn.”

But Logan shook his head again. “Non,” he said firmly. “Non, soleil, it’s okay. It’s one of my favorite things.”

Leo raised his eyebrows, surprised. “Really?”

“Ouais,” Logan replied, smiling at him. “You get so soft when I rub your back. I love seeing you relax, mon coeur. You deserve it.”

To Logan’s surprise, Leo’s lip wobbled a little bit. “I- thank you, Lo. That… that means a lot.”

Logan brushed underneath his dampening eyes. “Sh, sh, soleil.” He kissed his cheeks. “No more crying.”

Leo nodded shakily, then lifted his fingers up to brush Logan’s cheek. “I really like when you sit on my hips. When you lay on my back.” He closed his eyes, smushing his face into the pillow. “Love the weight of you. Love your skin.” 

Logan grinned. “Ouais?” He shifted down the bed to rest his body over Leo’s back. “You like this?”

Leo let out a small laugh. “Oui, je le veux.”

Logan pressed a hard kiss to his cheek and fully settled himself on top of Leo, reaching his hand out to intertwine his fingers over the back of Leo’s hand. Leo’s skin was smooth and warm against his own, and Logan pressed kisses all along it. They both were giggling at the beginning, but Leo’s breathing eventually evened out, closing his eyes again and gripping Logan’s hand. Logan rested his head sideways on Leo’s upper back after pressing a lingering kiss to his neck. They were both relaxed, content. Logan could have stayed there forever. 

Footsteps sounded from the hallway and Logan watched as their bedroom door open to reveal Finn, shirtless and in a pair of boxers. He was carrying two water glasses and smiled when he saw them. “Le still asleep?”

“No,” Leo mumbled. “Just resting.” He opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at Finn. “Hi, Fish.”

Finn smiled, setting the glasses down on the bedside table and kissed Leo’s head, then Logan’s. “Hello, lovers.” 

“Bon matin,” Logan said. “What did you make?”

Finn winced. “I attempted bacon. And eggs, like you taught us Le. And I put some tomatoes in the oven under the broiler, but they came out a bit charred.”

That got a laugh from Leo. “That’s okay. Char equals flavor.”

“What ever you say, nutter butter.” His face turned soft. “You feeling better?”

Leo leaned into the hand Finn pressed to his cheek. “Uh huh. Got my very own weighted blanket. Very heavy.”

Logan lifted his head and pinched his side. “You like it.”

“So do you.”

“Hm,” Logan replied, resting his face back down. “Ouais, I do.”

Finn stared to shuffle over. “How about two?” he asked, then climbed on top of Logan.

“Oh, Finn, Jesus-”

“Rouge, rouge, we are going to-”

With a final grunt, Finn let all of his weight go. Logan could feel his strong thighs straddling their waists, his breath against Logan’s neck. “Nice and comfy.”

Leo weezed a little, and that got them all to laugh. “You’re lucky I’m strong, or you’d have a panini for a boyfriend.”

Logan bit at his bicep, which was flexing under the strain of the two of them. “Ouais, so strong.” 

“Strong and sexy,” Finn added, and Leo rolled his eyes hard. “All right, all right, c’mon. Breakfast will get cold.” He rolled off with a grunt. “I brought you water. Gotta stay hydrated, busy day.”

Logan moved off of Leo with a kiss to his back. “What are we doing? I thought we were on summer vacation?”

Finn’s eyes glinted. “Lots of things. Fun things.” He winked at them. “Taking-off-clothes things.”

Leo laughed as he stood up. “That sounds lovely, but I do have to run some errands today. And I told Reg I’d meet him for a late lunch after he’s done with his morning math camp.”

Logan shook his head. “I still have no idea why he chose to do math during the summer. With children.”

Leo shrugged as he took a sip of water from the glass Logan had handed him. “Me neither, but he likes it. Keeps him busy and ‘away from the lovebirds’, as he so lovingly calls Remus and Sirius.”

Finn scoffed. “Well, regardless, he is ruining my summer plans. Which, as I have mentioned, are lots of fun and do not require clothing.”

Leo kissed him before walking through the bedroom door. “Sorry, sweetheart. I promise, from three o’clock onwards, I’m all yours.”

Finn patted his ass firmly. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I sure hope so.”

Finn and Logan stared at his retreating body. Finn groaned. “God, I can’t believe he just looks like that.” He looked down at Logan. “I can’t believe you look like that.” He pouted. “You won’t cancel our summer plans, will you?”

Logan just grinned up at him. “Noelle is visiting Thomas, so I did tell her I’d go skate with her at the indoor rink before lunch.”

Finn huffed and hung his head back. “Fuck, you two. Foiling everything.”

Logan put a hand behind his neck to kiss him sloppily. “Like Le said, this afternoon, I’m yours.” He smirked. “Maybe we tire Leo out enough that he sleeps.” Finn’s eyebrows shot up.

“I heard that!” came Leo’s voice from the kitchen. “Let’s go, I’m starving!” A pause. “Harz, these tomatoes aren’t so bad. I think I can salvage them by cutting off a few burnt bits.”

Finn groaned and rolled his eyes as he and Logan moved to the kitchen. “I’m sorry peanut. I really tried.”

Leo just grinned that beautiful pearly smile at him. “I know, sweetheart. I love you.”

Logan kissed Finn’s cheek as he smiled. “Love you, too. Love you both.” He narrowed his eyes. “Even if you are spoiling my summer plans.”

That just made them all laugh

We can only dream of man-bun Leo Knut. All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Dressed up in his suit, Leo thought that he looked slightly unrecognizable. It was a dark navy with a light blue pocket square that Finn had insisted matched his eyes. Leo had told him that pocket squares were outdated, but Finn had just scoffed and folded it up for him anyway. He’d also attempted to style his curls, which were much longer than they were months ago, but had resorted to pulling half of them into a bun at the top of his head. Really, he felt he didn’t look like himself, but Finn’s parents’ 30-year wedding anniversary party’s dress code was ‘formal’, and he was nothing if not a respectful future son-in-law. 

“Le?” Finn’s voice called from the living room. “You almost ready, baby? We gotta go and pick up the cake.”

Leo took one more look at himself in the bathroom mirror and breathed deeply, fiddling with his gold chain necklace nervously. “Yeah, Harz, coming.”

When he entered the living room of Logan’s New York apartment, Logan and Finn were busy packing a couple bags of what looked like decorations. Finn and Alex had gone all out for their parents, buying cheesy table centerpieces to place alongside the flowers, and streamers to hang around the event room they’d rented out at their family’s favorite restaurant in the city. 

Each of his boys were also in their suits, Logan in dark green with his brown waves pushed back by his sunglasses and Finn in gray, a white shirt with stiched flower patterns visible underneath his open jacket. They looked gorgeous always, Leo thought, but today, with the summer sun shining through the curtains onto their skin and hair, dressed to the nines, they looked especially beautiful.

Finn was still fussing with something when he spoke. “Hey, butter, you good to go? We should start bringing these things down to- oh fuck me.” 

Leo looked up from where he had been messing with the cuffs on his light pink undershirt to find both of his boys staring at him. Logan’s eyes flitted all over his body, and Finn’s seemed to be stuck somewhere on his face. 

Suddenly, Finn shook his head, blinking hard. “Jesus, Leo,” he said, eyes widening. He unabashedly moved to peek at Leo’s rear end and thighs. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”

Leo looked down at himself, then back at him. “Huh?”

This time, it was Logan who spoke. “Tres beau.” He looked a little restless, breathing a bit heavy like he did when he couldn’t find a way to direct his desire. Walking up to Leo, he ran a hand up the back of his head, gripping his hair. When he spoke again, it was a bit softer, his eyes dark as he drew Leo in. “Tres beau.” He kissed Leo deeply, opening his mouth up with a soft moan as Leo gripped his hips.

Finn groaned from where he was watching them. “Oh God, now you’re both going to kill me. Fucking gorgeous, what the hell.”

Leo felt Logan smile against mouth. “Non, rouge, come join us.”

“Lo, there is literally nothing I’d like more, but we’ve gotta go-”

“Viens ici.”

They both looked at Finn, whose fists were clenching and releasing, his jaw tight and throat bobbing as he considered Logan’s offer. He looked over their bodies, then sighed in defeat. “Fine.” He walked up to Logan, staring him down. “But you can be the one to tell Alex why we are late.”

Logan just kissed him hard, stepping briefly out of Leo’s hold to bring Finn’s mouth down to his with his arms around his neck. He didn’t stand on his toes, Leo noticed, flat footed and forcing Finn to come to him. Leo smiled; Logan could be demanding at the best of times, but sometimes he was so forceful it made Finn and Leo powerless to his will.

It seemed as though this was the case with Finn, who let out a loud moan, craning his neck downwards. Leo could see his tongue dart into Logan’s mouth quickly, his glasses squishing to his face as Logan got his fill. Eventually, with a harsh breaking sound, they pulled away. Logan’s face was smug, but Finn looked visibly flushed. “Oh, man, ten. I’m not gonna make it out of here.”

Logan just patted his chest. “Leo.”

At that, Finn lifted his head up, smiling again as he shifted in Logan’s arms to face slightly away. “Oh, that’s right.” He grabbed for Leo’s hand, pulling him right up against them. “Can’t forget about you sunshine.” 

Leo hummed, smiling at them both. “You both look so handsome.”

“Well, if we are handsome, then you’re some sort of- god or something,” Finn said. “I mean, a bun has no right to look that good on anyone, yet there you stand.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed, reaching up to grip Leo’s hair again. “It’s so sexy, mon coeur.”

Leo was rolling his eyes slightly, but Finn gripped his jaw. “Uh uh, no you don’t. You get to accept our compliments like a nice boyfriend.”

“Just kiss me, please.”

Finn didn’t hesitate, kissing with the same firmness that he and Logan had kissed. Finn really could kiss filithily, could kiss them like they were suspended in time. Leo somehow felt like he was holding himself so firmly, yet also relaxed into Finn’s arm around his waist, Logan’s hand at the base of his skull. He felt another pair of lips on the base of his throat, felt the stiffness of Logan’s body that meant he was standing on his toes to reach. His blood was overheated, and he knew if they didn’t stop right now, they wouldn’t actually make it to the party.

“We have to-” he started, but was interrupted by Finn’s lips on his again. “We have to go.”

“One more, baby,” Finn said, drawing him in. 

Leo whined, mouth going slack against Finn’s. Logan made his way up his jaw, then pulled his head away from Finn’s to get his own kiss. Leo furrowed his brow and made a low noise before reluctantly pulling away. “Gotta go.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, placing one more soft peck on Leo’s lips. “Ouais, let’s go.” 

They separated slightly, Logan and Leo bending down to pick up a couple of bags each. When they stood up, they found Finn unabashedly gazing at the backs of their bodies, obviously having stared at them bent over. He abruptly snapped out of his reverie and put his hands over his face, hanging his neck.

“Oh, God, I need a cold shower,” he groaned, peeking out at them. “A really, really cold shower. Ice bath temperature. You’ve both been sent here to tempt me, I swear.”

Logan laughed Leo’s favorite laugh, taking a step forward with his fingers reaching out. Finn put a hand up to stop him.

“Don’t,” he said, voice firm. “If you want us to leave within the next two hours, you will stand right there and not come closer.” He shuddered a breath. “I might actually not make it.”

Leo grinned slyly and looked over at him. “Two hours? That’s all you’d give us?” He nodded his head to Lo. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

Logan bit his lip smugly, catching on. “I think,” he said, making his way back to Leo and wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist. “That two hours is definitely not enough time, soleil, and that we’d be very late to the party.”

“Oh my god.” Finn really sounded distressed now. “Oh my God, this is torture. This is actual torture.” He paused, turning to face them. “Stop looking at me like that!”

They both just laughed as Finn put his face back in his hands. Leo stepped forward and kissed his forehead. “C’mon, sweetheart. We can take a rain check until this evening.”

“That is not as helpful as you think it is. Now that’s all I’m going to be thinking about.”

“Ouais, good,” Logan said, opening the door. “Allez, mes amours, the party awaits us.” 

Make the most of the next two months

Get all your vaccines

Travel while we have a functioning DOT

Read and buy books on feminism, anti-racism, pro-lgbt

Attend drag shows

Don't skip any of your classes

Read and buy history books

Find your out-of-state networks

Learn to carry cash

Get birth control solutions

Support the Biden/Harris administration

Postpone large purchases and save money

Be careful of what you say online, like un-ambiguous attacks against the incoming administration, especially in spaces that contain your full name or personal information

Feel free to add on.

A little something I wrote to follow my last post! I hope you have found some happiness, maybe let yourself grieve for a minute. Remember that the work starts now, and that change starts with us, the people. Use your voice.

Character credits to the lovely @lumosinlove as always!!

At first, Leo had thought that Finn’s fountain pen hadn’t been worth stealing, but that was before he started writing his grocery lists with it. It was the perfect weight in his hands and wrote so smoothly it was like spreading butter. He would take it out of the cup on Finn’s desk in what used to be his very own bedroom, now converted into a home office, and run his fingers along Finn’s engraved name lovingly before setting off to the kitchen. Finn would always wait so patiently for him to finish, even if he was bouncing on his toes while doing so. He always claimed that he wrote better with the fountain pen, a gift from Logan when he’d started his Master’s program this fall, and wouldn’t start his work without it. Leo would borrow it, write his lists, and then give it back to Finn with a kiss and a tap to his hip, nudging him to go back to work. 

Today, though, Leo just stole it, and didn’t feel even a little bit bad.

“You realize he is going to freak out when he can’t find it, ouais, soleil?” Logan asked through Leo’s iPad, which was resting on the counter as Leo cooked dinner. More often than not, they’d FaceTime in the evenings and eat dinner together anyways, but Logan claimed he also liked to watch Leo’s back through the screen as he cooked.

Leo ducked his head into the frame and grinned. “Oh, I know. It’s not even hard to find, I just put it in the kitchen towel drawer by the oven.” He settled more in front of Logan’s face. “But he’s been all stressed out lately, and his paper is fine; I’ve already read it and helped him edit it three times. He just needs to take an evening off.” 

As if on cue, Finn’s voice reverberated through the hallway. “Peanut, have you seen my fountain pen? I can’t find it anywhere!”

Leo just shook his head. “Sweetheart, I’m sure it’ll turn up! Come say hi to Lo.”

There was a thump and then Finn came sliding in on his socks into the kitchen, bumping softly into Leo as he stopped in front of the counter. “Hi, sweet thing, hi. How are you, Lo, baby?”

Logan grinned at him. “Ouais, bonjour, rouge.” He tilted his head. “You missing something?”

That perked Finn up, and he turned to Leo, wrapping his arms around his waist and looking up with wide eyes. “Yeah, yeah, baby, my fountain pen. Have you seen it, Le?”

Leo just feigned confusion. “What fountain pen?”

Finn’s ears started to turn a bit red, a mildly frustrated exhale coming out of his nose. Finn never got angry, especially not at them, but he did sometimes get fidgety when he was anxious about something. “Bullshit, which one. You know I can’t focus without it, and my paper is due tomorrow, and I don’t know where it is-”

“Isn’t your paper on the computer?”

Finn rolled his eyes as he looked at the iPad, but his expression was teasing. “Not helpful, Tremblay.”

Leo nudged him as he turned back to their bolognese sauce on the stove. “I’m sure you just lost it under the desk, or by the radiator, sweetheart. It’ll turn up.”

Finn whined in the back of his throat. “But I need it to focus.”

Leo snorted, but turned and took Finn’s face in his hands. “Finn, honey, you’ve had that paper done and ready for three days. You’ve been stressed out and can’t relax, even though it’s perfectly well written.” He kissed Finn’s forehead. “Just go and submit it, it’ll be fine.”

“But-”

“Go,” Leo said emphatically. “And maybe if you come back and make nice, stress-free conversation with your boyfriends for a couple hours you’ll get it back.”

“Ouais,” Logan piped up in agreement. “Rouge, go on.”

Finn stared at Logan’s face, then turned and narrowed his eyes at Leo. “You know where my pen is, don’t you?”

Leo just raised his eyebrows and winked at him. “Turn your paper in and find out.”

Finn took a deep breath and huffed in that way that he did when he really didn’t want to do something. “Fine. But I better be getting some really nice conversation when I get back.”

Logan laughed through the screen. “Ouais, maybe you’ll get something else really nice, too.”

“Oh?” Finn was smiling now, freckles scrunching on his forehead as he raised his eyebrows. “You gonna give you something, ten?”

Logan’s teeth flashed cockily. “I’ll take off my shirt for you, but only if you’re good.”

Finn tapped his hand to the camera. “You got yourself a deal, Trelembalaylay.” He turned to Leo and gave a pinch to each of his hips, making him squirm. “You know, Leonardus, you’re a lot more mischievous than you seem. The world doesn’t know you’re like this. I could tell them.”

Leo ducked his head down. “Oh? You want the world to know all about my delinquency?”

Finn stared for a second, then rolled his head back. “Fine. No. Just us, just Lo and I get to reserve that privilege.”

Logan laughed, then leaned his head closer to the screen. “Allez, rouge, go turn in your paper. Then Leo and I will be mischievous together for you.”

Finn bounced on his toes, nodding eagerly. “Yup, yup, that sounds like a great plan to me.” He kissed Leo’s cheek, then kissed towards the iPad. “Love you, babes, be right back,” he said, then scurried off back towards the home office as they both called a ‘love you!’ after him.

Leo gave the sauce one more stir, then turned to lean his forearms on the counter in front of Logan. “If I’d known it would have been that easy to get him to submit his work, I would’ve done that with the last two essays, as well.”

Logan chuckled at him. “Ouais, he’s very easily motivated by…” His smiled turned teasing. “Mischief.”

Leo laughed back at him, then tilted his head and admired the way Logan’s green eyes flitted all over his face. “Love you, Lo.”

Logan’s smiled turned soft. “Je t’aime, aussi, mon coeur.”

“Okay!” Finn’s voice called, followed by the sound of his thumping feet. He once again entered sliding on his socks, wrapping Leo up in his arms with a smacking kiss to his cheek. He wiggled his eyes at the two of them. “Time to get mischievous.” 

Leo and Logan just looked at him and laughed. 

All credits to @lumosinlove !! Let's be honest, Finn really would be a stellar English teacher.

Finn had crossed off half of the names on the list when Logan came back from making them each a cup of tea in the kitchen. He snuggled up to Logan’s side, pulling his arm around his shoulder. “I just don’t know,” he said.

Logan leaned down and kissed his head. “What don’t you know?”

Finn breathed heavily. “I just- I just don’t know which ones I should apply to. They’re all such good schools.”

“Ouais,” Logan responded. “They are, so why don’t you apply to all of them?” He glanced at the notebook in Finn’s hand. “Only six left, that’s reasonable, oui?”

Finn chewed his lip, face heating up a little bit. “No, it’s not that. Like, they are good schools, and I would be lucky to get into any. Just, what if- what if I’m not…”

Logan brought his hand up to cup his jaw and turn his face to look in his eyes. “What if you’re not what, mon rouge?”

Finn tried to drop his gaze from Logan’s, but Logan held his jaw firmer, his pinky tracing Finn’s neck. Normally, this sort of touch would have him kissing Logan soundly on the mouth, hand working his way to grip the fleur-de-lis tattoo on Logan’s hip, but now he just resigned himself to sighing and collapsing a little in Logan’s hold. “What if I’m not good enough?”

Logan look taken aback, to Finn’s surprise. “What? Not good enough?” He shook his head hard, eyes firm but loving. “Non, you’re so good. Finn-”

“I know, I know. I know I’m good. Or at least,” he licked his lips. “I was good. I got good grades, at Harvard, but it’s been a few years. And I would be getting my Master’s from another good school, part-time, while still playing hockey.”

Logan looked confused. “Ouais, but I thought that you wanted to start studying again as you start thinking about…” He paused, looking Finn’s face up and down. “...stopping.”

None of them could say the word retirement, or at least not Logan and Finn. Logan still had a few seasons left, and Leo certainly did, but Finn- Finn loved hockey, but he kept getting injured. He broke his collar bone again last season in October, and had had two close concussion calls once again within his first four weeks back after being on injured reserve. After the second one, he had clutched Leo’s sweatshirt in the TD Garden PT room, a little desperate, as Leo held him tightly. “I don’t want another one, Le. I don’t want my brain to hurt anymore.”

Leo had just kissed the top of his head, stroked his back. “Okay, sweetheart. That’s okay, we can do something about that.”

Later that night, while video chatting an anxious Logan in their hotel room, Finn had started to cry into Leo’s chest when he suggested that, maybe, the following season would be his last. 

“I didn’t really realize that it was a fear before now,” he had said. “But I don’t want to keep damaging my brain. It- it was harder to start reading after the last one, and I don’t want to stop reading. I don't-” His breath had hitched, and Leo just wrapped him closer in the blankets. “I don’t want to not be smart. I want to read to you without struggling, and I want to not have anymore setbacks, and I think that… I think that I want to teach.”

Unexpectedly, that had made Logan smile from the iPad screen. “Oh, mon rouge.” His head tilted, gaze adoring, as he watched Leo press his lips to Finn’s hair. “You’ll be such a good teacher.”

And here he was, applying for online English Lit Master’s programs to start part-time during his final season, and hopefully after he completed that he would go get his teaching certificate. He’d always imagine teaching high school. They were old enough to argue, but not too old that they were set in their ways. The world was still their oyster, with lots of room to grow. After all, Finn knew he definitely wasn’t the same person he was in high school.

“Rouge,” Logan started, interrupting his daydreaming. “Are you sure you want to do this now? Maybe we wait to do this until after next season.”

Finn shook his head. “No, no I want to do it now. I want it right in front of me.” He shuddered a breath. “I want something to look forward to, to motivate me to stay safe, I guess.”

Logan hummed, guiding Finn’s head to his chest and picking up his hand, where his wedding band was. He traced the rose-gold metal of one of his engagement rings, the one Leo had given him; Logan’s was slightly cool on the skin of his chest. Finn rotated between which one he wore with his wedding band every day on his hand, but put all three rings on the necklace when he went out to play, tucked under his jersey and close to his heart. Every time during warm-ups when the Lions played the Rangers, he caught Logan’s eye, lifted the chain from its place on his skin, and kissed it. Logan did the same with his two rings, his wedding ring and the engagement ring Leo had given him. And then, like clockwork, they’d each replace their rings, tucked safe under their jerseys, and turn to look at Leo, who was always watching them. Leo didn’t often like to wear a chain under his bulky padding, but he always pointed two fingers at his eyes, then at Logan’s, and back to his own, smiling cheekily. Finn loved watching them, even if he wished they were still playing together. 

Today, he just watched Logan’s capable fingers trace the star designs in his ring, collecting his thoughts carefully before speaking again. “I think I’m more worried about the fact that I won’t be- academically capable of keeping up with college again. It’s not the work load, it’s just- what if I’m not smart any more?”

A scoff sounded behind them. Finn hadn’t even noticed Leo had come from the kitchen, where he’d been working on their dinner. His curls were tighter with the Gryffindor summer humidity and heat of the stove, Finn supposed. He raised his eyebrows expectantly at them and he crossed in front of the couch, leaving a kiss on Logan’s forehead before settling down on Finn’s other side and throwing his arm around the back of them both. “What do you mean ‘you’re not smart anymore’? You’re the smartest person I know, sweetheart.”

“Ouais, rouge,” Logan agreed. “Si intelligent.”

Finn rolled his eyes, but he was smiling a bit. “Well, of course you think that. You’re obligated to.” He lifted his hand, flashing his rings at them. 

Leo snorted. “You know well enough by now that if you were bad at something, honey, I’d tell you.

Finn just flopped his head onto Leo’s shoulder. “Hmph.”

Logan lifted the hand that had been around Finn’s shoulder and reached up to play with Leo’s hair, scratching his scalp. “Le’s right, mon couer. You’ll be just fine. You still read all the time, and we have boxes of your essays in our closet. You can reread them if you need to, to help.” He brought his nose down to nudge at Finn’s temple. “You know, I always thought you looked so sexy when you got all dressed up to go give a presentation in college.”

Leo let out a happy breath, his nose scrunching. “Hey, when you start working in a high school, will you buy some hot teacher outfits?”

That had Finn laughing. “Oh God, that’s so bad.”

Leo shrugged. “Hey, all I’m saying is that if you were my English teacher, I’d never get anything done.” He brought his mouth to Finn’s ear and spoke lowly. “And I love English class.”

Logan smiled at him over Finn’s head, grin sharp. “Ouais, you do.”

Finn groaned, wiggling himself further between them and into the couch cushions. “All right, I get the point. I’m being silly.”

“Non,” Logan said. “You’re just thinking too hard.” He rapped his knuckles on Finn’s head lightly, and Finn just nudged him gently, then pulled him right back to where he was. 

“Okay,” Finn said, sitting up slightly. “NYU. Wisconsin. BU, BC, Umass Amherst, and…” He thought briefly, pencil circling each school as he said them out loud. “Michigan.”

Leo kissed his forehead. “Proud of you, baby.”

“Me, too, rouge.”

“Thank you,” Finn said, squinting as they squished his cheeks with their kisses, still smiling even if it was difficult with their lips all over him. There could be bigger problems, though. “I love you both.”

“Love you, sweetheart.”

“J’taime.”

With a few more kisses each, they pulled away. Logan leaned over Finn’s head, now back to slumping on his chest, to kiss Leo, who pulled away to look at them briefly. “All right, now it’s supper time. C’mon, I made chili cause it’s raining and it’s cold today.”

Logan shook his head. “Non, soleil, it’s not cold.”

Leo shivered, wrapping his arms around himself. Years living in Gryffindor, and his body couldn’t shake off the yearning to be in the New Orleans heat. “Colder, at least than it has been the past few weeks this summer. I even made seasoned rice, and some of my mama’s zucchini bread for dessert.”

Both Finn and Logan perked up at that, and Leo laughed as they hastily got off the couch, a tangle of limbs and slight grunts. Finn set his notebook down and kissed each of them firmly before attempting Leo’s accent. “You heard the man, y’all, it’s supper time.”

Leo rolled his eyes, but took his hand and accepted Logan’s arms around his waist as they shuffled into the kitchen to plate their food.

A little Cubs engagement fic I wrote inspired by @lumosinlove and her amazing OCs. Haz, thank you for this wonderful universe! Go Lions! (And Bruins) 🦁🐻

Leo let out a groan as he stretched in the mid-morning light coming through their curtains, their bedroom warm and a bit stuffy from the summer heat. He felt Logan’s soft hair on his chest, bobbing a little bit with the movement of him arching his back. Logan’s breath was coming out in soft puffs against his pecs, and Leo heard the hitch that signaled he was waking up. Leo smiled, eyes still closed, and felt a hand scratch through his hair.

“Morning, baby.”

Leo turned to look at Finn, who was propped up against some pillows, book in hand and his glasses perched on the end of his nose. He continued carding Leo’s hair back from his head, and Leo tilted his face to kiss his palm gently. “Hi.”

Finn breathed out a soft laugh, pushed his glasses up, then turned to look down at Logan, moving his hand down to rub at Logan’s back. “Up and at ‘em, Tremblay.”

Logan scrunched his eyes and buried his face further into Leo. “Non,” he grumbled. “Nous sommes en vacances. Vacation.”

Finn just laughed, setting his book aside and scooting down the bed to prop his chin on Logan’s strong back muscles. “Breakfast. Gym time. Training.”

“Non.”

“Yon. Professional athletes. We still gotta work out during the summer.”

Logan just groaned even louder, but sighed happily as Finn began peppering kisses down his back, working his way down to the dip of Logan’s waist where the sheets were pooled. “Ouais, feels good, rouge.”

Finn just looked up at Leo, grinning with a glint in his eye, and bit at the fleshy bit of Logan’s skin just beside his spine. Logan hissed, and finally looked up, turning his green eyes on Leo’s face. Leo just bit his lip, grinning, and reached his hand down to press the pad of his thumb to Logan’s mouth, catching on his full lower lip. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Logan closed his eyes and smiled dreamily for a moment, before wiggling his way out of the sheets and scrambling up to straddle Leo’s lap. Leo laughed, opening his arms and letting Logan all but flop down on top of him, tucking his face into his neck where his dark hair was curling as he grew it out. Logan sighed deeply, pressing his lips to Leo’s neck, then reaching one arm behind him. “Fish, ici.”

Finn scoffed, but complied, straddling Leo’s knees and lower thighs and wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist. “Man oh man, you are a bossy one, aren’t you?”

“Non.”

“Uh huh, yon.”

Leo could feel Logan’s grin against his neck, and looked over Logan’s shoulder to Finn, who had been leaning his head against Logan’s hair. He looked up to meet Leo’s eyes, then smiled at him. Leo only had just enough time to smile back before Finn was leaning in and kissing him softly. “Howdy, nutter butter baby.”

Leo just looked at him. “Love you.”

That made Finn really smile, bright and giddy, and he leaned in to kiss Leo harder, firmer. They were abruptly split apart by Logan moving his head back, twisting his torso around and reaching back with his right hand to cup the back of Finn’s neck. He looked between the two of them briefly, kissing Finn gently, then turning to Leo and kissing him short and hard. “Je vous aime.”

A noise escaped Finn that was a mixture of a laugh and a groan, and he suddenly launched himself forward, crushing Logan into Leo’s chest, causing them all to laugh. “What is this, ‘make Finn cry morning’? Stop looking at me like that, holy moley.”

“Oh?” Leo teased. 

Finn rolled his eyes. “Not really, but think of my poor heart right now, Knut.”

Leo snorted. “Last name. Guess I’m in real trouble.”

Logan peeked out at him from under his eyelashes. “That sounds like fun.”

Finn patted his hip. “It might just be, Tremblay.” He sat up and rolled out of the bed, his long, summer-freckled torso on display as he stretched. Logan and Leo just watched him. “Alright, now it’s really time to seize the day.” He turned to look at them, his face softening. “Seriously, you keep looking at me like that and we aren’t making it to the gym.”

Logan just looked at him while biting just beside Leo’s nipple, making Leo jump a little in shock. “Lo, we gotta go,” he chastised gently.

“Non.”

“Yes, ouais, we do.”

“Ways, babes, let’s go.”

Logan just grumbled at Finn’s French, pushing himself up on his elbows, kissing Leo and rolling out of his bed. “Café.”

Finn slipped his arms around Logan’s waist, giving his butt a firm pat and a squeeze. “You don’t deserve to call your sugar monstrosity coffee, baby, but I love the spirit.”

Logan rolled his eyes so hard they almost went back into his skull, but he reached up and squeezed Finn’s cheeks anyways. “C’est du cafe.”

Finn narrowed his eyes but accepted Logan’s kiss anyways, his forehead relaxing. They pulled apart, and looked back at Leo, Finn extending his hand. “Le, you coming?”

Leo nodded. “Just a sec, gonna put clothes on.”

Logan tilted his head, giving Leo’s body a once-over. “You don’t need clothes for breakfast. Mais tu es déjà magnifique.”

Leo blushed, but stood to go over to their dresser. “Yeah, but you know how I feel about my bare feet on the floors. I’ll be two minutes.”

Logan seemed to decide this was acceptable and grabbed Finn’s hand, walking out to the kitchen. Leo stood there for a minute staring at the drawers, listening to the coffee machine start up and Logan and Finn’s gentle conversation. He bit his bottom lip and rung his hands briefly, opening up his drawer and bypassing all the socks in the front, reaching back for a pair of blue wool socks Logan had bought him last winter from a wool shop in New York. They’d arrived in a package, along with a green pair, a red pair, and a note that had said, "Found these when I went out shopping with Alex. They’re handmade by a woman from Patagonia, she owns the shop. I know how much you love handmade things, and how your feet get cold in the winter. Je t’aime, mon couer." Leo had cried when he received them, in the middle of the hockey season in February, only having seen Logan for a few days over Christmas and New Year’s, and briefly during the All Star break. That was always the worst part of the season, the stretch of months in between holidays and summer, where they didn’t have many spare moments to visit one another. It never got any easier, even after managing it for a few years now. Missing Logan was a constant ache, a piece of him and Finn not very far, technically speaking, but not present all the same. Video calls, phone calls, and packages were all well and good, but it would never compare to the feeling of Logan waking up on his chest, of Finn’s arms reaching across to hold both of their bodies. Leo guessed he could only feel lucky to have such a loving, tender ache- not everybody got that. Sometimes he wanted to cup that feeling and pull it close to his chest, where he could guard it and keep it warm and light.

Unraveling the pair of socks, he let the black ring box tumble out into his hand. He opened the lid, taking out the two rings to examine them. Finn’s- rose-gold that would match his hair, the woman had said at the store- was engraved with stars around the band; Leo could still remember the rush he felt the first time he kissed Finn on the balcony, and looked up at the fake plastic stars that were somehow still stuck to their ceiling; a surprise from Finn a few years ago, about two weeks after they started dating. He had walked into the apartment to find Leo cooking at the stove, Logan standing behind him with his arms around Leo’s waist, and held up the bag with such a big smile that Leo had almost melted right then and there. They’d eaten and then spent probably far too long putting the stars up on the ceiling, Logan insisting that they try to accurately replicate the Leo constellation. That had been one of Leo’s free-fall moments, as he liked to call them: those moments where he knew he was already in love, even if it was far too early to say it yet. 

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he looked back down at the rings, rubbing his thumb over Logan’s. The silver matched his necklace, the fleur-de-lis engravings reflecting his ties to the language he used to love them. In the quietest, most tender moments, even if Finn had no idea what he was saying, he always was gentle when he talked to them in French. Often, when Leo couldn’t sleep, they would both just talk to one another, quietly in the dark. In those tired moments, and in the most difficult ones, it was always harder for Logan to express how he was feeling in English, even though he had been speaking it consistently for years now. Leo cherished that trust, that vulnerability that Logan shared with him more than he could ever put into words, in either language. He would just respond to Logan likewise, kiss his hand, brush his hair back from his face, and get so lost in his deep green eyes he wondered how he would ever get back out- or if he would ever want to. The only shame in getting completely lost in Logan’s eyes would be the fact that, if he did that, he wouldn’t be able to look at Finn’s. He supposed having two pairs of eyes to get lost in forever wasn’t so bad.  

They had plans to go out to dinner the following night, at the really nice vegetarian-vegan place Leo had discovered a few months back. Then he was going to take them back to the apartment, where he would make them strawberry shortcake and get down on one knee- and hopefully make them his forever. Not that they already weren’t, but Leo wanted the ceremony, the vows, he wanted his mama and his dad there- he wanted to kiss them and feel that adrenaline of a life-long promise, regardless of the presence of others, and he wanted to dance with them, and take them to bed after-

He inhaled sharply at the last image, his cheeks heating up as he stuffed the rings back in their box and into the socks, shoving them to the back of the drawer. He then pulled on some ankle socks and grabbed some workout clothes from the closet. Logan would probably pout about the fact that he couldn’t press kisses to Leo’s bare chest over breakfast, but Leo didn’t want them thinking he had spent all this time in here just putting on socks. As if on cue, he heard footsteps coming down the hallway and Finn’s tell-tale rhythmic rap of his knuckles on the doorframe. “Le? You alright?”

Leo turned and looked at him, lean body on display, a bit softer from the summer, but still strong. His hands- which Logan and Leo had both agreed that they could stare at forever- were clutching onto the doorframe, making the veins in his forearms strain slightly. Leo bit his lip and smiled, making Finn smile, which quickly turned to confused surprise as Leo rushed forward and gripped his face hard between his palms, kissing him soundly. Leo felt Finn relax and make a soft noise, arms slipping around his waist as he indulged in Leo’s mouth insistently. 

“Hey!” came Logan’s voice. “Ce qui se passe? Am I missing something?”

Leo grinned as he pulled away from Finn, who still had a look of surprise on his face. “What-”

Leo just silenced him with another hard kiss and passed him on the way to the kitchen. Logan was sat at the stools by their counter, eyes narrowed playfully and hands clutched around his coffee mug. “Quoi?”

Leo approached him and wrapped Logan’s legs around his waist as Logan’s arms went around his neck. “Quoi? Tu veux des bisous?”

“Ouais, mais-”

Leo didn’t wait for him to finish, lifting Logan up from the seat from underneath his thighs, causing him to let out a laugh in surprise, which was quickly quieted by Leo’s mouth. Logan let out a groan, a little more wanting than Finn’s had been, and tangled his fingers in Leo’s hair indulgently as his legs tightened around Leo’s waist. Leo could feel that simmering fire, always present beneath Logan’s skin, making its way to the surface. He broke their kiss before it became too heady, their lips breaking apart with a light sound. Logan just looked at Leo, eyes flitting rapidly around his face before breaking out into a devilish smile, eyebrows raised. 

“Jesus,” came Finn’s voice, a little breathless. “Jesus, Leo. Logan. You two drive me crazy.”

Leo just laughed, depositing Logan back into his chair and scooting around to the fridge to get out ingredients for breakfast. “Come on, y’all, the day awaits us.”

Finn scoffed at Leo’s teasing tone, but went to stand behind Logan with his arms draped over his shoulders, both of them watching Leo’s back as he moved around the kitchen. Leo just smiled to himself where they couldn’t see him, and went about whisking their eggs.

***

Sometimes, Logan would be with Finn and Leo and would wonder if he was actually living in a dream. He would just look at them, at Finn’s bright smile and capable hands that held him the way he liked, at Leo’s soft hair and gentle eyes that always seemed to understand him, and he’d just want to melt. Or fall at their feet, and worship them. Or shatter, overwhelmed by his love for them, their love for him, after so long of feeling like he would never be brave enough to love them the way they deserved. And they deserved everything. If he was dreaming, he decided, he would do everything in his power to stay asleep.

They had talked about getting married before, and their future in general, late at night. The past few years, it had mostly been over FaceTime, Logan feeling like he was oceans away from them in New York, even if it was only just three hours. Still, the hockey season kept them busy, and they clung hard to the few times during the season where they could see each other. More often than not, once or twice a month they found time to see each other for a brief thirty-six hour trip in either New York or Gryffindor, but that got hard in the late winter and spring, when the playoffs were approaching. Those months always, for some reason, sparked more and more conversations about their post-hockey life, about their future as a relationship, as a family. Maybe it was because they felt each other’s absence so distinctly in those moments, or maybe because they thought that, deep down, if they were married, if their relationship was somehow more ‘tied-down’ than it already was, then they could convince the league to not split them up- even though that was highly unlikely. They had pondered it, multiple times, sometimes with tears because it hurt so bad, to love so hard and not be near one another; most of the time though, it was with smiles, Finn describing the perfect garden he would build for Leo, and Leo fantasizing about the large kitchen he wanted and enough guest rooms so that ‘all the Tremblays could stay over at once, and the O’Hara’s and the Knut’s, too’. Logan, more often than not, imagined a dog bed and going to a rescue shelter to find one of those mutts Leo liked to pet in the street, and a swingset, and a big bedroom in a house in the quiet part of town, so Finn could go to bed early undisturbed and Leo maybe wouldn’t have as much trouble sleeping. 

For all the times they had talked about getting married, there were only a few times that they had talked about it within the context of them playing on two different teams. Leo had broached the conversation one night, in Logan’s New York apartment, after a regular season game had gone into overtime. Logan thought Leo always looked so good on the ice, with his piercing blue eyes following Logan’s every move. He had felt Finn breathing down his neck a few times against the boards, and it took everything in him not to groan, throw his helmet off, and kiss Finn then and there, hockey be damned. Those games always got Logan’s adrenaline running harder than anything, and afterwards it was only a matter of time before he was ushering Leo and Finn out of Madison Square Garden, or out of the bar where they were with the Lions or the Rangers, and into his apartment, into his bed. Clothes were stripped off, sometimes fast and aggressive, sometimes slow and teasing if Leo and Finn had their way, but always with that gentle reverence, even in the rougher, more grounding touches that Logan loved so much. And with their skin warm against his, their voices in his ear, Finn’s smirk in his eyeline and Leo’s, frankly dangerous, mouth against his thighs, Logan was able to float away for a few hours, with nothing but them, his boys. And they were all his, there with him to overwhelm him and themselves with pleasure and love so blinding he knew, he knew he would forever be changed because he met them, because he loved them, because he got to keep them forever.

It was after one of those nights, when Logan’s desire had finally been satiated- admittedly long after Finn and Leo’s, who had had to resort to just their mouths and hands to finally satisfy him- that Leo had rolled himself over and tucked his face into Logan’s neck, his body heavy on top of Logan’s, peeking out at the both of him with his devastating blue eyes.

“I think I want to get married before we retire.”

Finn, who had been busy stroking up and down Logan’s chest, whose breathing was still heavy in the intensity of his afterglow, abruptly looked up at Leo. “What do you mean, sunshine?”

Leo didn’t answer right away. Logan and Leo were alike in that way, sometimes- in the heaviest moments, it always took them a moment to collect their thoughts. Leo was always more articulate and insightful than Logan was, though. Both Finn and Logan loved that about him, his ability to think so deeply about the most cherished parts of his life. Logan just pushed his nose into Leo’s golden curls, kissing him once, twice, and a third time, holding his lips there and closing his eyes briefly, then glancing at Finn with his mouth still in Leo’s hair. Finally, Leo took a deep breath.

“I just mean… I don’t want to wait for all of us to retire to get married.” He then whimpered slightly and looked away, nose pushing into Logan’s chest.

Finn looked slightly panicked at Leo’s abrupt distress, and climbed over to lay on his stomach beside him, tucking his chin over Leo’s shoulder. “Wow, hey, Le, it’s okay.” When Leo just let out a shaky breath, Finn shook him gently with an arm thrown over his waist. “Leo, Leo, baby, it’s okay. Don’t cry, it’s okay.” He took a deep breath. “I mean, you’re talking about us getting married, there’s nothing that would make me happier than that, quite frankly.”

Leo snorted a little bit at Finn’s humor, but his nose still sounded blocked up. He lifted his head, and Logan saw his eyes bright with tears, a few tracks running down his cheeks. Logan cupped his face tenderly, leaning down to touch their noses together. “Oh, mon soleil, qu'est-ce qui s’est passé?”

“No, nothing, it’s just… I mean, not nothing, I just…” Leo took a shaky breath, and Finn and Logan wrapped him up tighter. “I mean, I know that, Lo, you’re spoken for in New York for a while longer, and Finn and I are going to be in Gryffindor. And I know that even that could change, and I know that it’d be hard, but…” Leo paused, looking at the two of them carefully, so gently that Logan almost could feel himself drowning in him. “I want to marry you two. And I don’t want to wait for hockey to- to let us do that, you know? I don’t want it to be on the league’s terms, I want it to be on ours, and I want to marry you.” Logan held his breath at the last statement, and he thought Finn did, too, by the way in which his throat was bobbing slowly, mouth closed. “I want to marry you. And it’s not ‘just because’, or because it’s just ‘the next step’,” Leo continued, rolling his eyes slightly at himself. “I want to marry you because I want to make that promise to you both. You’re already mine in all the ways that are important, and that matter, but I want that- that unity that comes with the concept of marriage. And I also-” he paused, chewing his lip. “I want to take something that historically hasn’t been meant for us, and make it for us, you know?”

That last part made Logan freeze. Leo had always been much more open and involved in that way in the community than he and Finn had. It was important, for Leo, to always be thinking of the bigger picture. Over the years since they had come out, he had made every effort to take part in the NHL Pride nights, to try and encourage minority youth in hockey, to go and coach training camps and pay for gear to be provided in under-funded communities. Finn and Logan had, of course, gone with him, but it was Leo who had taken the initiative, who had come crying to them one night after a 12-year-old girl had asked him to sign a puck, telling him he was her favorite player, that she played goalie, too, that her and her older sister had painted her goalie pads rainbow colored after she came out to her family. So it made sense, that Leo, laying on them and crying about how much he wanted them, had a desire to challenge the institution of marriage in a very Leo way- with gentleness, with love. Logan sometimes didn’t know what to do with the way Leo carried himself with so much heart- Finn, too. 

Finn bit his lip, a little tearful, but smiling. Suddenly, he raised himself onto his knees. “Sit up.”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows, and Leo lifted his face and stared, his mouth slightly ajar. “What?”

“You heard me,” Finn continued, grinning even wider now. It did pretty things to Finn’s freckles, when he smiled like that. “Uppity up, up you get, come sit across from me. Lo, you, too.”

“Finn, I-”

“Leonardonius, I swear, just trust me, and sit up.”

Logan and Leo complied, Leo sitting cross-legged, Logan with his legs sprawled, one draping over Finn’s, and leaning into Leo’s side. 

Suddenly, Leo’s eyes widened. “Finn, are you-”

Finn waved his hand. “No, no I’m not proposing… yet.” He gave them each a pointed look. “I just didn’t want you crying over something that, frankly, does not deserve for you to be sad over.” He paused, leaning over to brush his thumbs under Leo’s eyes with a kiss to his nose. “Even though you still look very pretty when you cry.” That got Leo to smile, and his posture relaxed slightly, putting more of his weight on Logan.

Logan shuffled a bit, nudging Finn’s thigh gently with his foot. “Allez, rouge, what is it?”

Finn had a hand on each of them, his palms running up and down Logan’s calf and Leo’s knee. “I’ve thought a lot about us, recently. Getting married, that is.” He tilted his head, smiling at them. “I want us to get married, and I think that, if we want to do it before we all retire, I’d like that. I- I think that, like what Leo said… I want you in that way before we retire. And then after, or after at least one of us does retire…” He paused, sniffling slightly. This time, Leo leaned forward and brushed a thumb under his eye. “Maybe we get a house? And- and a tiny human? Or two? Or three, we could be matching. Three dads, three kids, ya know? And a dog, and maybe even chickens! I bet you’d love the fresh eggs, Le, and Lo, baby, you’d look so sexy raking leaves in our back yard, in overalls and plaid, like our very own lumberjack-”

Logan couldn’t take it anymore; he burst out laughing, leaning forward and tackling Finn onto the bed, kissing all over his face. Finn was laughing, too, arms and legs wrapped around him, and Logan felt a warm palm stroking up and down his back. Leo.

Logan scrambled up, forcing his way into Leo’s lap and kissing all over his face, too, until Finn dragged Leo’s face to his for a deep kiss of his own, ending in a burst of kisses to Leo’s cheek. They were all smiling so hard, those kinds of smiles that hurt their cheeks and scrunched Leo and Finn’s noses in the most adorable way. They were kissing each other, and smiling, and laughing, and Logan thought that if this was how happy they were when they just talked about proposing, and marriage, he couldn’t imagine how happy he would feel when it actually happened. 

That had been March, three months ago, before the playoffs. Logan was almost thankful that they had each gotten knocked out in the second round, so as not to have to play one another, but mostly because Logan, perhaps selfishly, savored these long summers more than he could put into words. After all, he wanted to spend more than one night engaged to them before parting ways to go back to his New York apartment. He wanted to bask in that love for months before the season inevitably pulled them apart again. And he wanted to propose to them in their home. His apartment in the city was nice, sure, but it held nothing on what they had created in Gryffindor: the blanket Leo’s mom had made them slung over the sofa, Finn’s books stacked on every available table surface, Leo’s pan collection hanging in the kitchen, the herb garden by the window that Finn painstakingly took care of. Logan wanted to ask them to marry him where they fell in love, where he kissed Leo for the first time, where he and Finn began their middle-of-the-night whiskey tradition again, where he made love to them for the first time, all together, insatiable and high on how in love they were.

The late afternoon sun shone through slightly dusty, stained-glass windows as they were finishing up at the local book store, after having gone to their weights session and then spent the rest of the day wandering around the city. They had gone to the park, where Finn had sat up against a tree and let Logan lay his head in his lap, Leo sprawled beside him on a blanket, the both of them listening as Finn read to them from his and Leo’s latest novel. After finishing the last chapter, Leo had suggested they go to their favorite second-hand book store, which Finn had readily agreed with. Logan was just happy to follow them and listen to them bicker gently over plots, characters, thematic elements- it didn’t matter what they were talking about, really. Logan just loved to be surrounded by their voices. 

Now, he listened and watched as the light from the stained glass casted a purplish hue on Leo’s golden hair, which captured and reflected the color so well. They both looked so good, Leo with a casual white short-sleeved button down and peach shorts, Logan’s fleur-de-lis against his strong, tan chest; Finn with a green long-sleeved shirt, open at the collar and made from some ultra-light, wicking material he had taken to recently, and denim shorts, which he had definitely had since college. Leo said something to Finn, which made him turn to Leo, that look of slightly surprised amusement on his face appearing like it always did when Leo said something snarky to someone. He was good at catching people off guard, his wit so sharp in contrast to his normally gentle and sweet disposition. It seemed he had caught Finn particularly by surprise this time, because it took Finn a second to process what he had said before bursting out laughing so hard he had to close his eyes. He turned his face into Leo’s neck, snorting, and pressed two hard kisses to his skin, one to his neck and one to his cheek. Leo turned his face so his nose brushed Finn’s ear, giggling in his ear. Logan felt like he could look at them forever, immortalized in this moment with their laughter and their smiles. 

He looked down at himself for a brief moment, at the rust-colored shirt Finn had once told him looked good on him a few years ago, in New York, and at his black shorts Leo had once unzipped with his teeth, claiming that they ‘revealed way too much leg, sweetheart, it’s indecent’. Sometimes, Logan wondered how he even compared with their beauty; yes, he knew he was attractive by conventional standards, but beauty was more than that. He was a bit sullen, quiet and intimidating at first, and stared hard at everyone without realizing it. Finn and Leo were effortlessly beautiful in their mannerisms; Finn walked into a room with a smile so wide it drew people to him, Logan no exception, and there was no other way to describe Leo other than that the sun followed him. Or maybe he was the sun- he was certainly Logan’s. He couldn’t compete with that, would never be able to. It wasn’t so much an insecurity, per se, but more of an awe at the way that his boys carried themselves, how they carried him with them, how their beauty somehow included him in its sphere without singling him out. He existed simultaneously alongside it and within it, and at the center of it all was this infinite amount of love circulating him, drowning him, allowing him to exist in the same plane as them forever and ever. Logan at the same time was overwhelmed by it and knew exactly what to do to keep it close. They gave him their love and their beauty, and he in return gave them his, in his own way. 

Logan hadn’t realized he had been spacing out staring at them until Leo’s face appeared in front of his, brow furrowed. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Logan shook his head briefly. “Ouais, mon couer.” He brought his hand up to Leo’s cheek, and Leo placed his hand over his. “Tu es si beau.” 

That brought a blush to Leo’s cheeks, and he squeezed Logan’s hand and bent down to kiss the top of his head a bit bashfully. Logan reached a hand up to scratch his neck, holding him there for a moment. He then felt another presence at his side, an arm around each him and Leo. Finn.

“Hey, hey, there, baby. My baby, hi.”

Logan smiled at Finn’s rambling, at the kiss he pressed to Logan’s cheek. “Rouge.” 

Finn’s body relaxed like it always did when Logan called him that, his head turning to rest right next to Leo’s on top of Logan’s. Leo still had his nose in Logan’s hair, all three of them still and embracing in the quiet, emptying book store. 

Truth be told, Logan knew that they had all felt the shift since that conversation in Logan’s New York apartment. They held each other with a similar giddy, insatiable grip to the one they had when they first started dating. Now though, it was deeper, more developed, with stronger bones, and somehow more passionate than it had ever been. Logan had thought it had been because the season had finally ended and they were all together again, but now he realized it wasn’t just that. They sometimes loved so fiercely, yet so gently, that it was almost like whiplash. They were unsettled, but not in the way that would knock them off kilter. No, they were unsettled in the way that meant they were ready for more. They were aching for it, and Logan knew that he would have to do something about it. 

Tomorrow, after they had dinner at the new vegetarian-vegan place that Leo loved, he would bring them back to the apartment, their favorite chocolate cake from the local restaurant down the street waiting in the fridge, maybe some wine- and Logan would get down on one knee and ask them to be his.

***

Leo was just finishing putting the finishing touches on their supper when he felt two hands grab at his hips. “You need any help finishing up here, baby?”

Leo turned and pressed a kiss to Finn’s head. “No, sweetheart, but thank you. Just finishing off the steak with some butter and herbs, and the roasted veggies are in the oven staying warm.” He shut off the stove and set the steak on the wooden steak board to rest. He stuck a thermometer in. Perfectly medium rare. He thought for a second, then turned around and draped his arms over Finn’s shoulders. Finn was in an old blue knit sweater of Leo’s, and he looked adorably soft in the cool summer night. “You and Lo set the table for me? There are some nice candles my mama sent us from the market, you could light them, if you wanted?”

Finn wiggled his eyebrows. “You trying to romance us, or something? Trying to take us to bed later?”

Leo snorted. “Something like that.” He jerked his head. “Go on, get Lo, he’s in our room getting a sweatshirt. I’ll just let the steak rest and bring it out.” He pressed a kiss to Finn’s mouth and turned back towards dinner, smiling to himself. God, he could hardly wait for tomorrow. But tonight, he wanted to enjoy this last night of them hanging on this precipice, basking in the anticipation of being engaged, even if neither of his boys knew.

***

Logan could hear both Finn and Leo talking in the kitchen from where he was in the bedroom, pulling Finn’s dark gray, almost black, crewneck sweatshirt over his head. Finn had just been in to grab Leo’s sweater, and had left smelling like a mixture of himself and Leo, combining and making Logan’s head feel dizzy. Now, he knew that he smelled like himself and Finn, and reached for Leo’s cologne on the dresser to spray a little on the neckline of the sweatshirt. Perfect. 

As he set the bottle back down, his sock drawer caught his eye. Buried in the back, wrapped in one of his beanies, was the box with Leo and Finn’s rings. Unable to resist the temptation, he briefly glanced at the kitchen, seeing Finn walk up to put his hands on Leo’s hips, and opened the drawer. God, they were so gorgeous, and they’d look even more so with these rings on their fingers.

Logan opened the box, running his thumb briefly over both of them. Leo’s was pure gold, with a small blue sapphire, slightly deeper than his eyes, embedded in the band, soleil inscribed on the inside. Finn’s was a rose-gold- the lady at the shop said the particular shade would match his hair- and a dark champagne diamond- the lady said it would match his eyes. Rouge was inscripted on the inside of his. Logan peeked out at the kitchen again, and saw Finn, all cozy in Leo’s sweater, and Leo, now in Finn's old Harvard sweatshirt, with his blond curls, kissing each other so gently and smiling so lovingly. Logan ran his thumb over the rings one more time before they could catch him, looked down at them, and then closed the box as he heard Finn summon him to set the table.

***

Supper, Leo had to admit, had been a roaring success. He loved having time in the off season to finally cook how he wanted, to take his full time with recipes. He deserved it, the food deserved it, and his boys certainly did. Afterwards, his boys had batted his hands away as he tried to clear the table, and cleaned the kitchen with light-hearted chatter. Leo, a glass of red wine in front of him, was content to just watch and participate from the sidelines. Especially if it meant that one of his boys would lean over- Finn much more easily than Logan, no matter how much Logan grumbled that he was not that short- and kiss him on the forehead. Eventually, they finished up, Logan coming to sit beside Leo at one of the stools, Finn standing across the counter from them, both with a glass in their hands, looking delicate and breakable compared to their strong fingers. 

Finn looked at him, taking a sip from his glass and peering out over the rim. “Thank you for dinner, nutter butter, it was delicious.” 

Leo smiled, cheeks heating up like they did every time one of them complimented him so blatantly. “Thank you.”

Finn just smiled brighter, and reached across to pinch his cheek. “Aw, look at you, so rosy. You’re so pretty, peanut.”

Logan pressed up against Leo’s other side, placing a wet kiss on this cheek. “Ouais, mon soleil, tres mignon.” He looked across at Finn, reaching across to grab at his hand. “Et toi, mon rouge. Si beau.” Finn just took Logan’s hand and kissed it, gazing up through his eyelashes.

Leo watched in adoration, until suddenly Logan got a strange look on his face. It was nervous, sheepish, but he was also biting his lip in excitement. Leo saw Finn straighten up and squeeze Logan’s hand harder. “Lo?”

Logan stood up and tugged on Finn’s hand. “Viens ici.”

Finn came around the counter, allowing Logan to push him into the seat beside Leo. He took both of their hands, kissed each of them. Leo felt himself getting a little lightheaded, his breathing beginning to pick up.

Logan looked up at them, his eyelashes dark, his eyes wanting and his smile bashful. He squeezed each of their hands once more before stepping back. “Ouais, d’accord.” He felt around in the pockets on his dark shorts, taking something out into his hands… and sinking down on one knee.

Leo heard Finn gasp beside him, and his breathing was really picking up now. Finn’s thigh and shoulder were warm against him, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Finn bring a hand up to cover his mouth, a soft 'oh' escaping him. Leo leaned heavily into his side, but he couldn’t look away from Logan, who was smiling up at them and slowly opening a box, two rings nestled inside. 

Logan took a deep breath before beginning. “Ouais, je… I had a whole speech prepared. I was going to do this tomorrow, after dinner, but you two just looked so beautiful just now, and I had to…” He huffed, obviously frustrated with the English. Leo caught his eye, and nodded, whispering a soft 'bon, continue'. Logan inhaled and exhaled with a shudder, before looking between them resolutely. Finn still hadn’t moved a muscle, really, but Leo could feel him shaking beside him as Logan continued. “I never thought I would have this, this overwhelming kind of love. Not because I didn’t think it was out there, but because I was too afraid to want it for myself.” He looked to Finn. “Rouge, you made me realize for the first time what it is to want someone so fully, so completely. I loved you the second I walked through that doorway my first day of college, and I have spent every moment since loving you and wanting you more than anything.” Tears were forming in his eyes as he smiled, gaining confidence as he spoke. “Je t’aime, mon rouge. I love you so much.” He turned those beautiful eyes to Leo, and Leo felt like he was going to fall off of his chair. “Mon soleil,” Logan said, his eyes going so soft, his head tilting. Leo, in his periphery, saw Finn turn to look at him, too. “You taught me how to be brave. You’re braver than anyone I think I have ever known. You showed me how to want, how to love anyway while still being scared, and how I can be scared and brave at the same time.” He looked back to Finn briefly, eyes darting between them. “I don’t- I don’t think I ever would have been brave enough to love, without you, soleil… to love anyone they way that I want.” He bit his lip. “Je t’aime, mon soleil. I love you, and I want you.” 

Leo didn’t know what to do with himself, and he felt Finn grab his hand as he closed his eyes and let a few tears escape. It was release, relief, and love so profound that he was overflowing. He opened his eyes at Finn’s squeeze of his hand, looking at him. Finn leaned over, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and then they both turned to look at Logan with their temples touching. Logan was smiling up at them, then looked down at the rings. 

“Je veux passer le reste de ma vie avec vous deux. I… I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, deserving you, and caring for you. And I want to love you in the next life, and the next, and every one after it. I don’t ever want to stop loving you, and I hope you want the same. Et alors, s'il vous plaît…” At this, Logan looked up from the ring box, into their eyes. They were both frozen under his gaze. “...épousez-moi, mes amours?” 

Finn took a shuddering breath in, a whimper escaping him as tears escaped from his eyes. And Leo…

Leo looked at Logan, down on one knee, jumping the gun because he couldn’t wait for tomorrow, when Leo was also going to propose. And Leo was so overwhelmed by this, how preposterous and silly and so them this whole situation was, that he let out at breathless laugh.

Logan, still smiling, looked at him, brows furrowed. “Soleil?”

Leo laughed again. “Wait here.”

And he stood up and walked out of the room.

***

Logan watched as Leo stepped into their bedroom, still on one knee, as confused as he had ever been. His brow furrowed, his breathing harsh. He had been so sure that Leo would want this. After all, Leo had been the one to suggest getting married before they retired. He wouldn’t say no, surely. Right?

Finn’s harsh breathing snapped Logan out of his reverie. Normally so talkative, Finn was rendered speechless, his fingers resting lightly over his mouth, face flushed with his tears, eyes wide with… panic? Nerves? Logan didn’t know, but he looked like he would fall over and faint. 

“Rouge…”

“Lo,” Finn responded, breathless and soft, hand coming rest at his collarbone. “I- do you…?” He looked frantically at their bedroom before looking back at Logan. 

Logan shook his head. “Rouge, no, I- I don’t-” He breathed in harshly, a soft noise escaping him as he turned to look at the door to their bedroom, voice tight. “Soleil?”

“Ouais, yeah, sorry. I’m coming.” Leo sounded a bit breathless, and a bit… giddy? 

Logan was so confused. 

After another few moments, Leo came through the door, and came to stand over them. He looked so tall from the floor, Logan thought, so beautiful, like an angel. But he was shaking, red-cheeked and smiling, blue eyes shining and a bit mischievous. Both Logan and Finn looked at him, bewildered, until he opened his palm to reveal a box in the center, and opened it with his thumb. 

Finn made a slight yelping sound, slapping his hand hard over his mouth. Logan’s breath caught in his throat, vision going a bit fuzzy as Leo reached down and gently pulled him up by the hand. Logan let himself by guided by Leo’s warm palm into the seat beside Finn, their positions now swapped. Leo kissed his cheek, then Finn’s… and then sank on one knee in front of them. Unlike Logan, who had taken a moment to collect his thoughts, Leo just started talking, happy and energized and so in love.

“I was also going to do this tomorrow, after dinner,” he started, with a wink at Logan. “I was going to take you out to dinner and bring you back and make strawberry shortcake…” Logan heard himself and Finn each let out tearful chuckles. “...but then you sank down on one knee, Lo, and I just thought… this is so ridiculous. This is so silly, and out of order, and so us that it’s perfect, and I wouldn’t have either of you any other way.” He turned to Finn first, who was shaking so hard against Logan’s side. “Finn, sweetheart, I… I remember the first night you kissed me so vividly. Your gentle eyes and hands and words, always trying so hard to give your all to me, to Logan, even if it was hard. Even if it hurt. And you gave yourself to me so fully, and have continued to do so every day, and I love you. There’s nothing else to say other than I love you. And Logan…” He shifted his gaze, and Logan could do nothing but stare helplessly back into his baby blues. “Oh, Logan, honey, I wanted you so desperately I didn’t know what to do with myself. You burn, for yourself, but especially for us. And you were burning for me, and for Finn, and when you finally let yourself have us, I… I was so warm, sweetheart. You make me feel so warm, and I love you. I love you, I love you both so much.” Leo took a deep breath and settled his shoulders. “I told you I knew you were mine in all the ways that mattered, that you are, but that I want to marry you because I want that unity. And while that’s true, more than anything I just want to marry you because you're home. You’ve been home now, for so long now, and I want a marriage with you to be part of the foundation of that home. I know marriage is sometimes silly, and arbitrary, and- and a piece of paper…” Leo rolled his eyes at himself as he started to cry. “I just- I want it with you anyways. I want to write you vows, I want our families there, I want to show our world how much I love you, how devoted I am to you. I want that official promise because I believe you deserve it, and I want you to have all that you deserve.” He looked down at the rings, up at them, and smiled, crinkling his adorable nose in a way that made Logan’s heart skip a beat in his chest. “I love you, and I want you forever. Marry me. Will you marry me?”

Logan didn’t know what to expect, and he knew Leo didn’t either, from the way he was now holding himself slightly stiffly, but they didn’t expect Finn to outburst with a high-pitch, dramatic sob. “Oh my God!” He fanned his face, then pressed both of his hands over his face, fingertips meeting at the bridge of his nose. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!”

Immediately, Leo and Logan burst out laughing. It bubbled out of Logan’s chest, taking him by surprise as he gently knelt on the floor in front of Leo. The floor shook as Finn fell down clumsily beside them, causing them to laugh harder. Logan looked at Leo, pressing his fingers to Leo’s wrist where he was still clutching the opened ring box. “Oh, soleil…”

“Marry me,” Leo repeated, looking between the two of them. Finn’s eyes were moving back and forth, from their faces to the ring boxes they were still clutching. 

Logan looked up at Leo, biting his lip. “I asked you first.”

That had Leo laughing a tearful laugh, shaking his whole body. Logan looked at him in the eyes, holding his gaze.

“Veux-tu m’epouser, mon soleil?” He turned to Finn. “Et toi, mon rouge? Marry me, Fish.”

“Oh Jesus,” Finn said, before he was lurching forward and pulling Logan into a kiss. “Yes, oh God, baby, yes.” Finn kissed him sloppily, indulgently, before eventually letting them part.

Logan turned back to Leo, Finn’s hand still at his neck. Leo was nodding, biting his lips in that devastating way. “Oui, sweetheart. Yes.”

Logan heard Finn’s breath hitch as he and Leo leaned in to kiss each other, smiling too much to make it last long. Logan pressed a series of kisses to Leo’s flushed cheeks, then leaned back and took the rings out of the box. Shaking, he put them on each of their fingers, kissing their hands after each one. Leo let out a breath. “Oh, Lo, it’s beautiful.”

Finn, still crying too much for complete sentences, just let out a tearful 'baby' and clutched his hand to his chest, leaning over and pressing his forehead to Logan’s with a groan. After a moment, Logan felt a nudge at his other side. He turned to find Leo still on one knee, holding the ring box out for him. 

“Your turn, Lo,” Leo said gently. He grinned, then looked to Finn. “And your turn again, I guess.” 

Finn let out a choked sob again, and Leo and Logan looked at him and laughed. “Oh my God, oh my God, this is really happening.”

Leo shook his head. “You’ll be fine honey.” He held the box more insistently out to them. “Marry me.”

Logan smiled so hard he shook with it. “Ouais, soleil. Ouais.” 

Leo leaned in and kissed him hard. Logan had a flashback to the first time he had kissed Leo in public, right in New York City, ‘first kiss day’, as Finn had called it. Leo, normally so gentle with them, gripping him and holding so tightly that he felt wound up and gooey all at once. 

They broke apart after a moment, and Leo took Logan’s ring out of the box, showing him the engraving on the inside before slipping it on his finger. Logan admired it on his finger for a moment before his attention was diverted by another sound from Finn. “Oh, mon rouge,” he laughed.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just- I’m getting proposed to twice today, it’s a lot, okay?” He looked at Leo, who was looking at him with his eyebrows raised in amusement and still holding out Finn’s ring to him. That seemed to sober Finn up, and he whimpered. “Oh. Oh Leo-” 

Leo softened. “Oh, honey, c’mere.” 

Leo leaned in, kissing Finn softly on the lips, thumbs tracing under his eyes where the tear tracks were. He parted after a few moments and took Finn’s hand to slip his second ring on him. 

Leo chuckled. “Well, look at you. Collecting them all.”

Finn wiped under his eyes. “Oh God, I’m going to have to put them on a necklace or something. I don’t know if they’ll all eventually fit, with my-” His eyes widened briefly, before he started crying again. “Oh, my wedding ring, oh God!” 

Leo shushed him gently, pulling him under his arm and kissing his forehead. He opened his other arm for Logan to tuck himself under. Logan went willingly, one arm around Finn and Leo each, clutching them close. Finn was still shaking with his happy tears, although now they were a bit quieter than before. 

Suddenly, Finn looked up. “I for sure thought I was going to propose first. I was going to go to the jeweler next week.”

Logan shrugged. “We beat you, Fish.”

“Twice,” Leo added, jostling them both lightly.

“Hm,” Finn sighed, leaning his head heavily onto Leo’s chest and running his hand up and down Logan’s side. “I love you. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Logan felt himself shiver in excitement. “Moi aussi, mon couer.” 

“Yeah,” Leo said softly. “Gonna marry you forever.”

That set Finn off again. “Peanut, you can’t just say that!”

“I really didn’t think you’d react like this, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

“I was not planning on getting proposed to twice in one evening!”

Logan rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh, mon rouge.” He looked up at Leo. “Hey, Knut?”

Leo looked down at him, eyebrows raised. “Uh oh. What’s with the last name?”

Logan just bit his lip, glancing at him, then at Finn, who was suddenly rapt with attention and sitting up straighter. “O’Hara.”

“Oh God,” Finn whispered. 

Logan bit at Leo's chest through his shirt, and widened his eyes in a way he knew drove them crazy. “Can I be in trouble?”

Finn groaned and Leo looked down at him, eyes darkening and Logan smiled mischievously. Beside them, Finn cursed. “Fucking gorgeous, both of you. Gonna be in trouble for the rest of our lives.”

That got Leo alert, and he scrambled up, dragging them both with him. Logan laughed as he was ushered into their bedroom and thrown gently on their bedspread. They climbed after him, Finn immediately attacking his mouth, and Leo working a bruise into his neck. Finn pulled back, then looked down at Leo, amused. “Careful there, Knut, or you'll be in trouble, too.” 

Leo laughed, blue eyes shining and a singular dimple appearing, before leaning over and kissing Finn as well. As he watched them, with their smiles, and their mouths on him and each other, Logan thought that there, in that moment, he was the most in love he had ever been. 

***

Finn awoke the next morning to the sound of rain outside of the window, the room cooler than normal due to a drop in temperature. He breathed in heavily and ran a hand over his face, stopping when he felt cool metal brush his nose. Oh. Oh man.

He jerked his hand away, staring at the two rings, identical in color but unique in embellishments, that his boys had slipped on his fingers the night before. He almost got all worked up again, still riding the absolute rollercoaster of emotions of being proposed to not once, but twice in the same night. He hadn't been kidding when he told them it had been a lot: Logan, who at one point he never thought he'd have, kneeling before him and asking to be his forever; Leo, who showed up out of the blue and somehow made everything better, lighter, so brave, just like Logan had said, jumping when he was scared and simultaneously landing in their arms and catching them in his. 

Finn didn't know how he'd got so lucky, squinting across the pillow at Logan and Leo, the latter of which was spooning Logan with an arm around his middle. Logan had one hand on Leo, the other on Finn's bicep, their legs tangled together. Last night had been rolling pleasure, weighed down with so much love that Finn didn't want it to end. They didn't, really, until they physically couldn't anymore. And even then they'd stayed up so long just kissing, evidence of which lingering on all of their necks. Finn reached out and touched a bruise on Logan's neck, making him stir and open his eyes. Leo, perhaps sensing the change in Logan's breathing, also shifted, lifting his head to look at Finn over Logan's back. Finn just stared for a few seconds, until Logan reached the hand with his engagement ring on it out to cup his jaw, Leo tracking the movement with his beautiful eyes. 

“Rouge, ici.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, come here.” 

And so Finn went, pressing his nose into Logan's neck, hand reaching across to grip Leo's torso. He kissed Logan's chest, took Leo's hand from around Logan's waist and kissed that, too, and heard Leo press a kiss to the back of Logan's neck. This, Finn decided, was more valuable than anything else in the world. His boys, in their bed, in the home they created, living the life they shared, with a promise to continue to do so for eternity.

Finn, for one, couldn't think of a happier ending, and so closed his eyes to be lulled back to sleep by the sound of their breathing.