Can you write how each of the cubs would react to the others getting injured? Thanks so much and we appreciate you!!!
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Vancouver, Canada
“Harz!”
Finn spotted Remus up the ice, miles ahead of the defenseman chasing after him. He was approaching the blue line. If Finn timed it right, the puck would sail across before Remus, and they could avoid the offside call, leaving just Remus, Sirius, who was coming up the other wing, and the Canucks goalie. Finn raised his stick a little and saucered the puck over, Remus letting it feed through and onto his stick.
Finn had barely brought his own stick down before a body slammed into him. A sharp pain bloomed from his mid to lower back, and he fell with a cry.
He heard the goal horn, and the Canucks player beside him muttering an apology. Finn groaned and winced. Thomas came into his line of vision. “Trainer over here!” He looked down at Finn. “Shit, you alright, Freckle?”
Finn tried for a smile, but he knew it was strained. Leo skated up beside Thomas, blue eyes concerned behind his mask. “What happened, sweetheart?”
“My back,” Finn said. “Fuck, that stings.”
“Coming through, Knut, Walker,” came Lars’ voice. He knelt beside Finn. “Talk to me, seventeen.”
“Thirty-four got me good in the back.”
“Can you sit up?”
Finn tried, but the sharp pain stung him again. “Fuck.”
“Okay,” Lars said. He looked behind him. “Layla, on his other side. We can stabilize him enough to get him to the PT room.”
Together, they helped Finn stand, trying to limit his spine movement as much as possible. He sent Leo a small smile before disappearing down the tunnel.
***
They won, 4-2. Finn watched from the PT room, sucking on a raspberry ice pop Layla had given him to keep him occupied. Just a back strain, nothing major, but he'd be out for a week or two just to be sure. Now, he was impatiently waiting for his sunshine, who was no doubt pulling off his goalie pads. When he heard footsteps, his ears perked up. Leo's voice rang through, like he was talking on the phone. Finn smiled- he knew exactly who that was.
“He's fine, Lo,” Leo said as he opened the door. “Lars just came and told us, it's just a strain.” Logan said something back in French, and Leo shook his head fondly. He said something back before turning to look at Finn. “Hi, sweetheart.”
Finn smiled back. “Is there steam coming out of his ears?”
“Only a little.” Leo came and stood beside him, holding out the phone so Finn could get a full view of Logan’s furrowed brows and intense eyes. “Say hello.”
“Hi, grumpy,” Finn said. “How's it hanging?”
Logan just huffed. “What happened?”
“Just got a little banged up along the board. It's a minor back strain- I'll miss a week, two weeks tops.”
“Promise?”
Finn kissed his fingers and touched the screen. “Promise.” He leaned into the kiss Leo pressed to his forehead. “Good practice?”
“Ouais, until I learned you got injured and I'm not there to see it.”
Leo snorted. “What would you have done, beat the guy up?”
“Ouais.”
“Feisty little attack dog,” Finn teased, just to see the way Logan narrowed his eyes at him. “I love you, baby. We'll call you from the hotel.”
“Ouais, I love you, too.” He looked to Leo. “Good game, soleil. Nice save in the second.”
Leo tilted his head and took Logan in. “Thanks, sweetheart. We've gotta go. I love you, we'll call you in an hour and a half, max, okay?”
“Oui, I'll be waiting.”
Leo blew a kiss, then hung up. He looked at Finn with an amused expression. “Ten bucks he'll be waiting by his phone until we call again.”
Finn snorted. “Oh, a hundred percent. Probably will stare at it, too, until it, like, explodes or something.”
Leo laughed and kissed him lightly. “C'mon, freckle face. Time to go.”
“I might need some assistance. Of the physical kind.”
Leo rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.” He grabbed Finn's hand gently. “Up you go.”
Leo wrapped an arm around Finn's waist, easing the pain in his back. Finn waggled his eyebrows. “Got my hot stuff-care staff.”
Leo sighed and kissed his cheek with a grin. “C'mon. Grumpy's waiting for us.”
***
Gryffindor, USA
“Yes, baby scored!”
Finn drummed on Leo's belly excitedly as they watched a replay of Logan’s goal. Percy’s saucer pass landed just on Logan's stick, which he slid underneath the pads of the Lightning goalie. Finn kissed behind Leo's ear repeatedly in celebration.
“Fucking beautiful, baby, geez.”
Leo laughed and reached a hand back to scratch at Finn’s scalp. “You're such a puppy. Full of energy.”
“How can you not be? We've got a sexy boyfriend that five-holes goalies like it's his job.”
“It is.”
“Even better.”
They settled back into the couch cushions again as the teams reset, Finn distractedly pressing his lips to Leo’s skin again. He always had such nervous energy when Logan was playing. He itched to be out on the ice with him again, tearing it up together, Leo a solid wall at their backs.
On the TV screen, Luke faced the Tampa center at the dot, sticks across his thighs. The ref dropped the puck and the Rangers won it. It was a bit of a scuffle, each team fighting hard in their offensive zone. After about a minute, Logan's line hopped the boards again. Alex cleanly checked Tampa's left defenseman and sent the puck up the boards where Logan was waiting with his stick. Finn was staring intently, focused just on Logan, but Leo let out a gasp. “Lo, watch-”
There was a cracking sound as number twenty-three crashed into Logan. He let out a yell, his stick tumbling from his hands, the right one cradled against his stomach.
“Shit,” Leo said, sitting up straight. Finn gripped his hips tightly. “Shit, Logan.”
The camera zoomed in on his face. He was in obvious pain, eyes shut, and talking rapidly to Alex. A trainer came up and asked him a couple questions, hand on his back as she led Logan off the ice. Both teams tapped their sticks against the boards. Finn and Leo watched as Logan disappeared down the tunnel. Finn looked at the clock- three minutes left in the third, and the Rangers were up 3-1.
Leo was bouncing his leg. “What happened?”
Finn drew him back down to him. “My bet is on his wrist, sunshine. I'm sure we'll hear something soon.”
Leo was biting his nails, which he only did when he was really nervous. “He's broken a lot of fingers, too, which isn't good if he keeps doing it.”
Finn drew Leo's hand away from his mouth and kissed it. “Just breathe, Le, baby. We won't know until we know.”
Leo couldn't sit still for the rest of the game, so he busied himself with cleaning up the kitchen from their dinner. Finn kept one eye on the TV, one eye on Leo's back. When he asked him if he needed help, Leo just shook his head with a, No thanks, sweetheart, and continued puttering around. Finn raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.
About forty-five minutes after the period ended, Finn's phone began to ring.
Leo slid over from the kitchen. “Who is it?”
“Will,” Finn said. He swiped to answer the video call. “Hey, Marshy-Marsh, how's it going?”
Will's jovial smile filled the screen. “Hey there, Harz. Figured I'd call and give you an update.”
Finn smiled back. “Aw, look at you, you softie.”
Will rolled his eyes. The background kept shifting behind him, as though he was walking. “I'm heading to PT right now.” There was the sound of a door opening, and then Percy's voice. Will grinned at whoever was in the room. “Hey, Tremz, I've got your better halves.”
Leo sat down, blue eyes expectant. Finn snorted. “Yeah, hey, Will? I've got an icy blue goalie stare burning a hole in my phone. May you please take us to our grumpy liege?”
Will laughed. “Sure thing.”
Percy came into the frame, smile wide. “‘Sup, A'Horo?”
“Hi, Sharmall.”
“Fish.”
“Okay, okay,” Finn said, patting Leo's thigh. “It's good to see you guys.”
Will took the cue, handing the phone over. Logan’s face filled the screen. “Salut.”
“Are you okay?” Leo asked, leaning in. His words came out in a rush. “What happened? That looked nasty, Lo. Have you eaten?”
Logan let out a full body laugh. “I'm okay, mon soleil. Broken wrist, but I should be back after Christmas.” He tilted his head and gazed at Leo fondly. “And Luke's getting Chinese food. Then I go to the hospital to get a real cast.”
Leo nodded approvingly. “Good. You can eat that with one hand.”
Logan blew him a kiss, then looked at Finn. “Rouge, ça va?”
“All good baby,” Finn replied. He touched his fingers to his phone screen. “Little worried about you. Which hand was it, again?”
“Right,” Logan said. He winked. “Not the one with my engagement ring.”
“Well thank God for that.” Finn turned his head to find Leo biting his nails again, watching Logan anxiously. He laughed and kissed Leo's cheek. “He's fine, Le.”
“He might just be saying that.”
“Non, soleil, I promise, I'm okay.” His smile was a little sad. “Wish I could kiss you, though.”
Leo softened at that. “Soon, honey. We've got a two day break after our road trip next week. We can come to New York.”
Logan made a happy noise. “Ouais, or maybe I can come visit.” He waved his fingers that were peaking out of the top of the make-shift cast. “I can't practice for a bit.”
“Okay,” Leo said. “But you have to fly, or take the bus or the train. You can't drive with that thing.”
Logan sighed fondly. “Has anyone ever told you how protective you are?”
Leo blushed and hid his nose in his sweatshirt. “Sorry.”
“Non, you're sweet.”
“The sweetest,” Finn agreed, biting Leo's jaw. “We’ll go visit Logan and just eat you up.”
Leo made a wanting noise, but it almost sounded like a protest. “He has to be careful-”
“I have another hand, soleil. And a mouth. I'll be just fine.”
There was a choking noise from off the screen, and Alex came into the frame. “I did not need to hear that, Jesus.”
Finn scoffed. “‘Sup, loser.”
Alex rolled his eyes. “Annoying little brother.” He nodded to Leo. “Annoying little brother's not annoying fiancé.”
“Hey!”
Leo laughed, which made Finn warm on the inside. “Hi, Al. Good game.”
Alex saluted. “Why thank you, your Royal Knutness.” He slapped Logan’s good shoulder. “Food’s here. Then we gotta take this grumpy one to the hospital.”
Logan nudged him. “I am not.”
Alex shoved him gently back. “You so are.”
“Hey, you can't shove me, I'm injured.”
Alex pouted mockingly. “You poor thing.” He looked at the phone. “Bye, baby brother, bye, Leo. I leave you to your damsel in distress.”
“You have a big ass!” Finn yelled after him. He shook his head. “God, he's so annoying.”
Logan looked at him with raised eyebrows. “What's so bad about a big ass?”
Finn considered this for a moment, grinning at Logan silently. “You're too right, Tremblay. Alex doesn't have a big ass, he is a big ass.” He winked at Logan, then at Leo. “You two, on the other hand…”
They both laughed, Leo bonking his head against Finn's shoulder. Logan grinned softly at them for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Allez, I should go. I love you, I'll call you tomorrow.”
Leo let out a disapproving sound. “What about after the hospital?”
Logan shook his head. “It'll be late, mon coeur. I'll text you, ouais? Try and get some sleep. Do you have my necklace?”
Finn had it on, but he took it off and slipped it over Leo's head. “Now he does, baby.”
“Bien.” Logan kissed his fingers, then touched the screen. “Bonne nuit, I love you.”
“Love you, baby. Talk to you tomorrow.”
“Love you, honey.”
Logan smiled, then the call ended, displaying Finn's home screen. It was a picture of Logan and Leo at golden hour on Harvard campus, Logan kissing Leo's cheek. Finn had been so proud he'd caught that photo.
Leo let out a heavy breath through his lips and sagged into Finn's arms. “I won't be able to sleep tonight.”
“I'll rub your back, baby.” Finn kissed his head. “He's in good hands.”
Leo nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, he is.” He snuggled further into Finn's chest. “Can you hold me for a little bit?”
Finn made a happy noise in the back of his throat. “I'll hold you for the rest of our lives, sunshine. Of course I'll hold you tonight.” He jostled Leo a little bit. “How about we get ready for bed, then snuggle and read for a bit?”
“Okay, sounds good,” Leo said. He yawned. “I love you.”
“I love you, Le, baby. Love you so much.”
And with that, Finn coaxed him up and into the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.
***
Gryffindor, USA
“Shit.”
Finn stood up in the family box, watching as the Rangers got a breakaway. The Lions were on the penalty kill, Thomas left as the only defenseman in the Rangers’ offensive zone. New York's fourth line was scrappy, and they were out for blood as they screamed up the ice.
It was now a three on one, Leo obviously waiting anxiously in his crease to see what Thomas would do. Thomas kept them at bay for as long as he could, but he was outnumbered- the wing sent it past him to the center, and Leo came out to deliver a clean poke check- and the Rangers center completely disregarded it, knocking Leo onto his back and sailing into his own goal.
Finn let out a shout as Leo hit the ice hard. Logan, in his blue jersey, had already hopped the bench and rushed over to Leo, angrily swearing at his teammate, probably in French. The ref gave him a stern word and he quieted with narrowed eyes. But he turned to Leo, hands gentle as he took his gloves off to press them lovingly to Leo's chest.
Finn was running his teeth across his bottom lip anxiously. He waited a minute to see what Leo would do. When he didn't get up, and when Logan called for a trainer, Finn started tapping his foot nervously.
“Finn, sweetheart, you okay?”
Finn turned to look at Hope Lupin. She and Lyall flew in to watch a stretch of home games in Gryffindor while Julian was on a class trip. They were both looking at him with concern. He accepted the arm Hope put around his shoulder.
“Yeah,” he said. “Just wanna see if he's okay.”
At this point, Sirius and Remus had come to help the trainers get Leo and his bulky padding off the ice. He was favoring his left leg. His back-up, Hugo, gave him a pat on the shoulder and went to take his place in the goal. The Rangers had drawn a penalty.
Hope squeezed him for a moment. “Why don't you head down, honey? You can watch Logan from the PT room with Leo if he's feeling up to it.”
Finn nodded. “Right. Yeah, yeah, you're right.” He turned to look at her. “Thank you.”
Her smile was gentle. “Any time, sweetheart.”
“Tell Leo we hope he's okay,” Lyall said.
Finn grabbed his coat. “Will do. See you guys later.”
He hurried down the familiar tunnels to the Lions locker room. The guard didn't even need to see him flash his pass. One of them, Amelia, gave him a comforting pat on the back as he entered. He smiled at her and continued through the doorway to the PT room, where Layla, who'd taken over for Lars a few years ago when he moved to Minnesota, was examining Leo's thigh. She looked up when she saw him. “Hey, Harz.”
Leo, who was relaxing back in the chair, now free of his padding, tilted his head. His blue eyes were a bit strained, but he smiled. “Hi, honey.”
Finn walked over and took off the chain he was wearing around his neck. Leo didn't like to wear things under his padding. When he was away, he left his rings in a nice little jewelry box Finn and Logan had given him as a small gift after their wedding. But for home games, he put them on his gold chain and placed it over Finn's head in the morning before he left for morning skate. Now, Finn kissed the rings, then kissed Leo's forehead as he placed the chain over his neck. “Howdy, butter baby.” He brushed Leo's hair back from his face, then turned to Layla. “What's the diagnosis, doc?”
“Hamstring strain. Right leg. Guy collided with Leo real hard when he was in a crouch and stretched it real good.” She focused on massaging the muscle for a second before looking at Leo with raised eyebrows. “Also a bit of neck strain from his head hitting the ice.”
Alarm bells went off in Finn’s brain. He jerked his head to Leo. “No dizziness? Concussion? Le, baby, you okay?”
Leo snorted. “You want Layla’s job?”
Finn blushed. “Sorry.”
Leo tugged Finn’s shirt to bring him down and kiss him. “I'm okay, I promise. Just a little whiplash, really. I'll take it easy for a bit.” He played with the hem of Finn’s sweater for a moment, then looked at the TV. “Look, third period’s almost done.”
Finn did look. It was 2-1, Rangers. Hugo had only let in one goal, then, and there were about ten seconds left. Finn brushed Leo’s curls off his face. “Sorry about the loss, baby.”
Leo smiled gently at him. “It’s okay. We’re both clinched for the playoffs. We’re trying to just finish out the season, really.”
A horn sounded, then the players were shaking hands. Finn laughed to himself as he saw Logan rushing through it, obviously eager to be off the ice. Leo must've noticed it too, because he snorted. “How long until he's barging through that door?”
Layla scoffed. “Less than ten minutes.” She looked up at them from where she was still massaging Leo’s muscle. “He’s not very sneaky, is he?”
Finn smiled. “No, he's not.” He peered at where her fingers were working against Leo’s thigh. “How’s it going?”
“Good, a little less tension.” She stepped back, stretching out her fingers. “I'm going to leave you here for a minute, Leo, and check in on the other guys. Then I'll bring you some painkillers and a special pillow for your neck, deal?”
Leo nodded, holding up a fist for her to bump. “Deal. Thank you, ma’am.”
She winked, bumped his fist, then was out the door.
Now that they were alone, Finn took the opportunity to sit on the PT chair beside Leo, stroking his hair back from his face. “You scared me for a moment there, husband.” When Leo wrinkled his nose, Finn laughed. “What?”
Leo laced their fingers together. “I don't know, people don't really use just the word ‘husband’ as a pet name.”
Finn pouted. “But it's my favorite word.”
Leo kissed his hand with a grin. “I know it is. Mine, too. It just sounds weird in that context.”
“What about if I say my husband? Huh, how does that sound?”
Leo rolled his eyes, but he was smiling and blushing. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Nuh uh,” Finn protested. “You are my husband. I've got the pictures to prove it, I've got three rings- and I probably have some hickeys still left over on the inside of my thighs from our honeymoon.”
Leo snorted and put a hand over his eyes. “No you don't, that was months ago.”
Finn leaned down to nuzzle his cheek. “I don't know. You and Lo kind of went to town.”
There was the sound of heavy, rushing footsteps outside the door. Leo smiled. “Speak of the devil.”
“Oh yeah,” Finn said. He sat up and counted down on his fingers. “Three, two, one-”
“Soleil.” Logan burst through the door, panting. He had taken the pads on his upper body off, but not the ones on his legs. He still had his skates on. “Soleil.”
Leo laughed at him. “You look ridiculous.”
Logan just scowled. Finn moved down the bed so Logan could kneel by Leo’s head. For all his forceful intensity, he touched Leo’s cheek so softly. “What happened, mon coeur?”
“Hammie strain in my right thigh, a neck strain. Whiplash, mostly, I think.”
Logan touched the base of his neck, as if to sooth the hurt. “And your head?”
Leo kissed his forearm. “All good, honey.”
Logan nodded. “Bien.” He kissed Leo softly. “I missed you, mon amour.”
Finn smiled. The Rangers had gotten in a little late due to some rain, so Leo and Logan didn't have time to say hi until they were already on the ice. Finn had had the privilege of being allowed into the visitor’s locker room for a quick kiss (or two, or three, or four- Finn had lost count, actually) and an I love you, but his husbands had only had the chance to tap helmets on the ice before taking their places. As if to make up for it, Logan was pressing soft kisses all over Leo’s face.
“Lo,” Leo laughed, then winced. “Ow, don't make me laugh too hard.”
“Désolé,” Logan whispered. He kissed Leo lingeringly. “Désolé, I'm sorry, I love you.”
Leo rubbed a hand up and down Logan's ribs. “I love you. Now.” He patted Logan's butt firmly a few times. “Go get changed and listen to your coach, then it's home time, okay? Then we can carefully cuddle.”
“Ouais,” Logan said. “So carefully.” He kissed Leo again. “See you in a bit.” When he turned to Finn, he opened his arms for a hug. “Rouge.”
Finn came and wrapped him up. They were eye-to-eye when Logan was in skates. “Good game, baby.”
“Mm, merci.” Logan pulled back to kiss him. “Je t'aime, I'll be right back.”
Like Leo had, Finn patted Logan's butt. “Atta boy, hubs.” Both his husbands looked at him imploringly. “I'm telling you, it'll catch on.”
Logan just kissed him again, then turned to lean down and kiss Leo's forehead. He tried to walk away, but came back to kiss Leo once more. “Allez,” he muttered to himself. “Allez, I love you, I'm going.” Then he was out the door just as subtly as he came in, skates clunking down the hallway.
Leo looked to Finn fondly. “He is the most grumpy and fiery sweetheart there ever was.”
Finn hummed happily and ran a hand through Leo’s hair. “Too right you are.” He moved his hand down to thumb Leo's lip. “How about ice cream sundaes when we get home?”
Leo smiled. “Sounds perfect.”
The door clicked open behind them. Layla stepped through, holding a bright pink pillow, almost like the kind to take on a plane, with emojis on it. It looked a bit ridiculous.
“All right,” she said, dark eyes twinkling. “How about some neck support?”
Leo and Finn looked at each other and laughed.