A Little Something I Wrote To Follow My Last Post! I Hope You Have Found Some Happiness, Maybe Let Yourself

OMG THAT ANON IS GENIUS BRO I ABSOLUTELY LOVE WRITE ME IN AND ON THE LINE (IS THAT WHAT THE TENNIS ONE IS CALLED?? I DONT REMEMBER) I NEVER CONSIDERED ASKS ABT THOSE TWO

Awwww, I'm glad you liked it! Feel free to request more stuff from those two AUs, or any AUs that you want! I've also done Hogwarts ones and Soulmate ones, which you can find on my Masterlist. :)

Can we get something for Leo’s birthday?🥹 I think it’s today but I can’t find where the exact date is

Of COURSE you can, friend! <3

This is just a quick little drabble. Sorry, I am going out of order again with the asks, and you all have been waiting SO patiently. I'll post another one tomorrow, if you folks want. I've got a pile just WAITING to be published, and a few prompts I need to finish- y'all have got me working overtime (it's okay, I love it, you all are so sweet, PLEASE keep on sending me more!).

Happy birthday, sunshine!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo awoke to soft kisses falling over his back like a waterfall. He sighed contentedly into his pillow and blinked. Bright green eyes met his own, and he closed his eyelids again briefly with a smile. “Lo.”

Logan's nose nudged his own. “Joyeux anniversaire, mon soleil.” 

The kisses along Leo's back hadn't stopped, but now they reached up to the back of his neck. He could feel Finn's grin against his skin. “Happy birthday, baby.” He placed a wet kiss on Leo's cheek. “Your first birthday as a husband.”

Leo let out a happy sound as Finn continued kissing down his back and Logan reached up to scratch at his scalp. He grunted and lifted himself up onto his forearms, only to flop down on Logan and squish him into the mattress. Logan let out a laugh, but continued running his hand through Leo's hair. “Happy, mon amor?”

Leo nuzzled into where Logan's neck met his shoulder. “Just happy my birthday lines up with the All Star break. I get to wake up to both of you in my bed.” He yawned again and let himself go heavier against Logan's body. “Best gift ever.”

Finn paused his kisses that were trailing over Leo's ribs. “You deserve all the gifts.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed. He gave Leo's curls a kiss. “Every last one.”

Leo wondered if Logan could feel how hot his cheeks were where their bare skin touched. “You're sweet. But,” he said, wiggling a little in Logan's arms. “I like this. This is good.”

He knew Finn and Logan were smiling at each other. Finn rubbed a hand up and down his back. “Yeah?”

Leo nodded. “Mhm.” He reached a hand back to feel for Finn's body and dragged him down to lay with them. “I just want this.” 

Finn kissed his way from Leo's neck to his jaw. “We love you so much.”

“Ouais, so much. More than anything.”

Leo braced himself on Logan's chest to get a good look at the both of them. They were smiling softly at him and he leaned in to kiss them each. “I love you.” He scooted down to rest his head on Logan's chest. “My husbands.”

Finn sucked in a sharp breath. “You know what that word does to me, Leonardo.”

Leo smiled and bit beside Logan's nipple. “Come and get it, O'Hara.”

Leo and Logan laughed as Finn scrambled to tackle Leo back onto the bed and kiss him. They were a tangle of limbs and lips pressed into skin. Logan shifted to grasp Leo's jaw and bring him into his own firm kiss and Leo couldn't help the giggle that made its way up through his chest and out of his mouth. 

Finn lifted his head up from where he had been working on leaving a mark just below Leo's jaw. His lips were red and his hair was still messy from sleep. “What's so funny?”

Leo shook his head. “Nothing, sweetheart,” he said, cupping Finn’s cheek and touching his and Logan's temples together. “I just love you very much.”

Finn softened. He looked between the two of them. “This feels like my birthday.”

Logan pressed a soundless kiss to Leo's neck, peeking out at Finn. “Do you love your life?”

Leo suddenly got a flashback to Logan's birthday, the first year they were dating. Sweaty skin, shaking bodies, a closeness like Leo had never known. He shivered at the memory. 

It seemed Finn remembered, too, because a knowing smile spread its way across his face. “I really do.” He kissed Logan deeply, then Leo. When he pulled away his brown eyes were warm. “Happy birthday, nutter butter.”

Leo smiled at him and reached up to tug at his hair. “Come kiss me, O'Hara, I want my gift.”

When his husbands pressed him into the pillows, mouths insistent and smiles familiar, Leo sank back for a moment and basked in the warmth. This was the bliss he'd been dreaming about, he thought. He opened his eyes and saw green and brown, tan marble and freckled porcelain, twin, toothy grins being directed his way. He put a hand on each of their bodies and drew them closer.

Not a dream, he corrected himself. This bliss was better than anything he could ever imagine.

Please cubs wisdom tooth removal🥹🥹! I can so see Finn being hilarious and just making inappropriate jokes in the dentist office, Logan being sleepy and clingy just hanging off of his boys, and for some reason I just see Leo straight up sobbing about how much he loves them and asking them if they love him back (how I acted towards my bf I can’t lie)

I remember when my friends all got theirs out and the pictures and videos were so fucking funny. Those videos never cease to make me laugh!

Have Finn being himself but times 10 (and in public, YEESH), Logan being an extra snuggly koala bear (again), and Leo being just the sweetest sweetheart there ever sweethearted!

All credits to @lumosinlove !! Keep sending in prompts, I LOVE your ideas!! <3

When Finn came to, the light was blinding. He squinted against the brightness, feeling slightly fuzzy, and turned his aching neck in confusion. This was not his comfy bed, which was big, fluffy, and always warm. This particular chair was tiny, stiff, and severely lacking in human barnacle furnaces, which he was so accustomed to sleeping with that it was disorienting waking up without other limbs splayed across him. He tried to sit up, couldn't, huffed, and plopped back down. His surroundings were still blurry, but he tried to make shapes out in the haze anyway. He turned his head to the left, and-

“Woah,” Finn said. He blinked hard, sure his eyes had malfunctioned, but when he opened them again it was still the same view. “Oh man.”

There, right in front of him, we're two very handsome Greek gods. Or, at least, they had to have been Greek gods, because that kind of beauty was ethereal. Otherworldly. Jaw-dropping. And what was more devastating was they were smiling at him, which did nothing to help his current disbelieving predicament. Instead, he thought, it would be worth it to use his charm. Everyone loved a charmer, and Finn was nothing if not a well-practiced extrovert.

As such, he gave them his most dashing smile and batted his eyelashes in a way he had been told was sexy. When he spoke, his voice sounded funny, but he at least had to try. “Now, what are a couple pretty things like you doing in a place like this?”

Logan snorted and approached the chair, running his fingers through Finn's hair. “Salut, mon rouge.”

Finn decided to try a different tactic. “Hey, gorgeous. Come here, often?”

“Non, no I don't come here.”

That made Finn giddy. “Well, I can make you, if you want.”

“Finn,” Leo admonished, but he was blushing with a smile. “There are other people.”

A woman on Finn's other side, dressed in floral scrubs, let out a laugh. “Don't worry about it. Happens all the time.” She rummaged around on a table, then turned to Leo and Logan. “I think it's time to get him home.”

“Yes,” Finn nodded eagerly. He reached for the hem of Logan's shirt. “Take me home.”

“Rouge,” Logan said gently. He eased Finn's hand into his and squeezed. “Quiet, mon coeur.”

“Make me.”

“My Lord,” Leo laughed. He, too, approached Logan's chair and rubbed a hand on his thigh. “You are hopeless, sweetheart. Let's get you home and to bed.”

Finn winked. “Only if you join me.” He scrunched his brow. “My face feels funny.”

The nurse laughed. “You sure are a talker, huh? That'll be the meds, hon. You've just gotten your wisdom teeth out.”

That alarmed him. “So my wisdom is gone? But then how will I know how to fuck my-”

Logan gently placed a hand over his mouth with a startled look. “Non, Fish.” He looked at the nurse with wide eyes. “Sorry about him.”

She just laughed again. “You have fun with him.” She slapped her hands on her knees and stood. “C'mon Finn, your boys will take you home.”

“Yay,” Finn said around Logan's hand. He wrapped his fingers around Logan’s wrist. “Yay, yay, yay.”

Leo pinched his thigh then stepped into Logan's space. Together, they helped Finn stand and each put an arm around his waist. He listed a little into Logan and put a hand on his chest to steady himself. Finn raised his eyebrows in startled surprise at the hard muscle underneath. He grinned down and met Logan's fond green gaze with wide eyes. “Whoa.” He spun himself to face Logan completely, slightly too quickly.

“Geez, Fish,” Leo scolded. He followed and pressed himself behind Finn with a firm grip to his waist. “Be careful.”

Finn just ignored him and used two hands to cup Logan's pecs. “Woah.” He stared down at Logan's chest, which was pressing tight to the edges of his shirt. “Are you real?”

Logan was bright red and grinning. “Rouge…”

“Wait.” Finn turned in their arms and cupped Leo's chest, too. It was a bit softer than Logan's, so he ran his fingers down Leo's torso. When he got to his abs and felt the ridges under his fingertips, his eyes widened further. When he looked back up at Leo, he was smirking. “I know what I want to do when I get home.”

Leo just shook his head fondly and bit his lip around a smitten grin. “Oh yeah? What's that?”

Finn leaned in. “You.” He glanced over his shoulder at Logan. “And you.”

Leo guffawed, but Logan just twitched. “Rouge, mon Dieu, you can't say that here.” He nodded to the nurse who was looking at them amusedly. “She's waiting for us, we've got to go.”

The nurse played along, clapping her hands. “Chop chop, loverboy. Gotta get you into bed with some fluids.”

Finn nodded eagerly and straightened. “Yes, please.” He gathered Leo and Logan to either side of him and walked them forward hurriedly. They stumbled, but followed him out. “Bed, let's go to bed, yeah.”

“So sorry about him, again, ma'am,” Leo said. He had to talk over his shoulder as Finn made a beeline for the front door. “Thanks for your help! The doc gave us instructions.”

“Have a lovely day!” She winked. “And not too much fun yet.”

Leo laughed and waved before helping Logan aid Finn in walking to the car. Once he was strapped in, Finn wiggled back in his seat. “So,” he said, waggling his eyebrows, grin sharp and slightly painful around his chubby cheeks. “I hear your instructions are to take me home.”

Then he leaned back as his boys rolled their eyes, head lolling against the headrest, and passed out promptly five minutes into the ride home. 

***

Leo watched Logan's tired eyes blink open slowly, the drowsiness making him heavy against the dentist chair. He squinted at them, confused, before letting out a sigh and closing his eyes once more. He reached his hands out, levitating them over his body, straight out and stiff. Leo looked to Finn, who had a hand over his mouth and was shaking in silent laughter.

Logan sighed heavily again. “Ici.”

Finn laughed softly and walked over to take Logan's hands gently in his own. “How you doing, ten?”

Logan's brow furrowed. “Ici.”

Leo smiled and approached the chair to rub Logan's thighs gently. “Honey, we can't snuggle yet. Gotta get you home first.”

Logan let out a whine. He opened his eyes and his expression was defiant. “Non. Non, ce n'est pas bien.”

Finn leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Let's go, baby boy. Time to get up.”

“Help,” Logan said. He reached out for Finn's shoulders and wrapped his arms around him. “Help, please.”

Finn wrapped him up and hauled him to a sitting position. “There you go, baby. You okay?”

Logan just looked out at Leo over Finn’s shoulder with soft eyes. “Soleil, viens ici.”

Leo shook his head. “You've gotta get up, honey. We've gotta take you home.”

Logan let out one more petulant whine that he would surely be embarrassed about later. “Non, soleil, viens ici. Je veux un câlin de toi.”

Leo passed his hands once more up and down Logan’s thighs. “How about this, sweetheart: if you stand, I'll give you a hug.”

Logan groaned into Finn's shoulder, which was a little wet with drool. “Non. Non, non, non.”

“Yon,” Finn said. He pulled gently away and took Logan's hands. “C'mon, my baby, let's go. I'll get your stuff and the keys ready, Le will help you to the car.”

Finn helped Logan stand with another groan and Logan patted his cheek lovingly. “Merci, rouge.” He turned to Leo and held his arms out. “Soleil.”

Leo laughed and rested his chin on top of Logan's head, watching as Finn amusedly gathered their instructions from the doctor and said goodbye to the remaining nurses. “Salut, Lo.”

“Mm, français,” Logan sighed happily. He tucked his face into Leo's chest. “Je préfère le français.”

“I know you do, honey,” Leo replied, rubbing a hand gently up and down Logan's back. “But Fish can't always understand.”

“Should learn.”

“I'll have you know,” Finn said, turning towards them. “I understand more than you think.” He tilted his head. “At least, I know when you tell me you love me. And when you demand things from me.”

Logan peeked out from Leo's chest. “Bisou.”

Finn placed a smacking kiss to Logan's forehead. “There you go, baby.”

Logan grinned the best he could around the gauze in his mouth before closing his eyes. He didn't say anything, just sighed heavily again. 

The nurse was smiling around a laugh and approached Finn. “You need a wheelchair to get him out of here?”

Leo shook his head with a grin. “No thank you, ma'am, we'll be fine.” He passed a hand through Logan’s hair. “Open your eyes, Lo, we're gonna go.”

“Câlins?”

“When we get home sweetheart. All the hugs you want.”

Logan hummed but stepped back. “Bien. Allez.” He wrapped an arm around Leo’s waist and took a step forward towards the door, carefully watching his feet. He almost ran into Finn and looked up with pleased eyes. “Rouge.”

Finn grinned down at him and shouldered his backpack. “Hi, Lo, baby. Ready to go?”

“Ouais.” Logan turned to the nurse. “Merci.” He tugged at Leo’s waist. “Allez, soleil. Câlins.”

“Coming up, sweetheart, as soon as we get home.”

Forty-five minutes later, Logan was settled back to chest with Leo on the couch, Finn settling down beside them with some water and electrolyte powder. He threw an arm around the back of the couch to stroke Leo's hair and rested his other hand on Logan's stomach. “Feeling okay, baby?”

Logan's sleepy eyes looked out at him. “Ouais.” He wiggled back into Leo and stretched out his arm closest to Finn. “Câlin.”

Finn complied and rested his head on Logan's shoulder, Leo winding an arm around to rub at his ribs. Leo rested his own head on top of Logan's and closed his eyes. He was just about to fall asleep when a gasp from Logan jerked him awake.

“Merde,” Logan whispered. “I can't kiss you until my mouth heals!” He let out a frustrated groan.

Leo and Finn burst out laughing and Leo kissed his head. 

“Lots of hugs then, Lo,” he said gently. He and Finn smiled at each other. “Lots and lots of hugs.”

***

“And you're, like, my- my boyfriends?”

Logan laughed from where he was sat in the backseat with Leo. “Ouais, soleil. We're your boyfriends.”

“You got two of us, Le,” Finn said. He smiled and caught Logan's eye in the rearview mirror. “How ‘bout that, huh?”

“Oh my God,” Leo gasped. He burst into tears again. “Oh my God!”

Logan tried not to laugh as he shushed Leo again and wiped his slightly puffy, tear-streaked cheeks. He'd been like this since awakening from being under anesthesia. At first, he had been excited to learn he had two boyfriends, and had dragged them like a puppy out to the car. Now, though, it seemed like the emotions had become too much for him, and he'd been crying in amazement pretty much since Logan had buckled him in and Finn had pulled out of the parking lot. Logan figured that Leo should've counted himself lucky they weren't video taping him.

Leo was still crying when he took Logan’s hand in his own and squeezed tightly to stop him from wiping his cheeks. “And do you- you love me?”

Logan’s shoulders relaxed and he softened. “Ouais, mon coeur.” He once again caught Finn’s eye in the mirror. They were both flushed with love and smiling gently. He turned back to look Leo in the eyes and kissed his cheek. “More than anything. Toujours.”

Leo's eyes widened. “Et tu parles français.” He leaned forward to look at Finn. Logan placed a palm on his waist to steady him. “Parles-tu français?”

Finn laughed. “Just a bit, baby. Just enough to tell you I don't. And to give you kisses and coffee.”

Leo thanked his head back on his seat happily. “Je t'aime.” He blinked hard and looked sharply to Logan. “I've told you I love you, right?”

Logan couldn't help it. He grinned and nudged Leo's cheek with his nose before kissing him there again. “From the very first day we said we wanted each other, you told us you were going to love us.” He brushed the gray pieces back from Leo's face, accenting his wide blue eyes. They were, as usual, taking in everything Logan was saying without even trying. “And then a little while later I told you I love you.”

“We.”

“Ouais, we did,” Logan amended. He smirked. “But I said it first.”

“Don't listen to him, Le,” Finn said with a fond eye roll. “We had a plan, but somebody got too impatient.” He winked back at Leo. “Your boyfriends both have impulsive streaks. You sure you still want us?”

“Uh,” Leo said. He looked between them tearily. “Oui, I do.”

“Good.” Finn reached a hand back to squeeze Leo's fingers. “Because we want you forever, how does that sound?”

“Oh,” Leo whispered. His eyes were watering again and Logan swiped the tear that fell with his thumb. Leo looked at him and smiled. “I'd like that.” His slightly swollen bottom lip quivered. “You're really good boyfriends.”

“Aw, baby,” Finn laughed. He spun the wheel deftly to turn at the green light. “You're a good boyfriend, too.”

Leo looked down at Logan with his glistening baby blues. “I am?”

“Ouais, mon amour,” Logan sighed happily. He guided Leo’s head to his shoulder and laced their fingers. Leo’s breathing had calmed. “The best.” He kissed Leo’s curls and watched Finn’s sharp jaw spread in a smile as he drove. “Sleep, mon soleil. I'll tell you when we’re home.”

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

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

Heyyyy just out of curiosity how often do you post? Don’t feel rushed or pressured to answer this!! Love your blog!

Hi there!

I try and post every 3 to 5 days! I have loads of material, but I spread out posting for reasons I dicuss here. I posted twice today because I will be without signal for a few days in the mountains, so I will be MIA and enjoying the wilderness!

Please keep sending me prompts, because I love them!

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

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

Credits to @lumosinlove !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Just- thinking.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“Yikes, you feeling okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo snorted. “In the kitchen, maybe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh no you don’t, ten!”

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

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

ACTUALLY STOP that FinnLo fight was my favorite fic of yours yet. You’ve blessed my feed today and fed the monster in my brain lmao you’re awesome

Just posted another angsty one with our Lolo! You all LOVE to watch him suffer, my goodness.

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

*Sighs*

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

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

Credits to @lumosinlove :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good. C’mere.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

“Fuck me, this steak is good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan let out an angry breath. “Jack.”

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

“What?” Logan pressed. “What, rouge?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finn made a noise in the back of his throat. “Enough of that question.” He hooked his chin over Logan’s shoulder to look Leo in the eyes. “You’re just too gorgeous. We can’t resist you

THE IDEA OF LEO BEING RELUCTANT TO ACCEPT COMPLIMENTS OR AFFECTION BREAK MY HEART

As promised, the bombardment continues!

This was a very interesting prompt to work with, because you can be reluctant to accept love for a myriad of reasons. And there is a huge difference between accepting love and affection, and accepting and being confident in your sexual orientation, which Leo seems pretty sure of (as far as we can interpret from SW, C2C, and Vaincre). If this is you, I understand it's difficult, and you're not alone. Your FinnLo is out there waiting (if that's the relationship you desire, of course)!

Enjoy some Lovernut appreciation! All credits to @lumosinlove <3

Leo hummed quietly to himself as he turned onto the sidewalk. Viv had made a fresh back of ciabatta, and had texted him this morning to come down to the bakery and grab some for sandwiches that week. His boys had kissed him goodbye as they went for a run and he had begun a slow meander down to the park and then the bakery, enjoying the peace of the Gryffindor summer morning. He smiled as he walked back the long way through the park again, watching as the ducks quacked softly in the pond. Their chicks were still young, retaining some of their fluffy feathers, and he broke off a bit of bread to toss to them. They ruffled their feathers and approached him, waddling slowly over to where he was standing on the water’s edge. He cooed softly at them and then stood, leaving them to their snacks. As he was walking away, a sharp whistle sounded behind him.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” a voice called.

Leo rolled his eyes and turned around to see his boys jogging slowly up to him. Finn was smirking sharply as Logan laughed beside him. For the last few meters, Finn sped up and launched himself at Leo, laughing, wrapping him up in his arms and pressing a slightly sweaty kiss to his cheek. “Nutter butter baby!” he sing-songed.

Leo was blushing and a little sheepish. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna cause a scene.”

Finn just gripped his waist and picked him up off the ground slightly, leaving him suspended in the air for a few seconds. His teeth were spread in a bright white smile. “Just let me love you, baby.”

Leo felt his face heat up even more and he ducked his chin with a grin. “Fish-”

“Uh uh,” Finn said. “Nope, none of that.” He set Leo back on the ground and opened up his other arm for Logan to tuck himself against their sides. They were both smiling at him lovingly, Logan’s head against Finn’s shoulder. Finn reached up to stroke Leo’s hair. “We get to love you wherever we want, nutty baby. You’re just too pretty.”

“Oh, stop that-”

“Non,” Logan cut in. He kneaded the skin of Leo’s hip with one of his hands. “Finn’s right. You’re just too pretty.” He stood up on his toes to kiss Leo soundly, and Leo felt warmed through and through. “The prettiest boy in the world.”

***

Finn watched Leo laughing with the tiny older lady in the grocery store, helping her to reach the zucchini and arugula that were placed on the higher shelves. She commented on his height, then on his strength, which got him blushing good-naturedly. His accent was always stronger with strangers, a lot of ‘yes sirs’ and ‘yes ma’ams’ accompanied with his bashful small talk. He wasn’t as outgoing as Finn, not by a long shot, but he was charming, particularly with elderly people, and was always willing to help. Finn leaned his forearms against their shopping cart and smiled adoringly.

“There you go, ma’am,” Leo said, placing the final bag of vegetables in her basket. “Can I help you reach anything else? You need me to carry something out to your car for you?”

She laughed. “No, dear, but you’re sweet.” She shook her basket and patted his arm. “Just needed a few extra things my husband forgot to get me the other day. I’m off to find some breadcrumbs. You have a lovely day!”

Leo smiled brightly at her. “You, too, ma’am.” He waved her off, then turned to Finn. “Sorry about that honey. What were we looking for, some squash- mph.”

Finn had taken Leo’s face between his palms and kissed him gently, in long, slow strokes that made his body tingly. When he pulled back, Leo was smiling, a bit embarrassed and flushed, and Finn leaned in to kiss him softly once more. “I love you so much, baby,” he whispered. “You’re so good.”

“Oh,” Leo said. He shrugged and blushed even more. “That’s very sweet, thank you.”

“Hey,” Finn urged. He kissed Leo once more, rubbing a palm gently up and down his side. “You are good. You’re so good, and helpful, and kind, sunshine. Lo and I love that about you, okay?”

“Okay,” Leo replied. He rested his forehead on Finn’s shoulder briefly. “I love you.”

“Love you so much.” Finn scratched his scalp a few times then looked at the list in his hand. “Squash time? Then some peppers.”

Leo lifted his still-blushing face from the crook of Finn’s neck. “Yeah,” he said, kissing Finn’s cheek. “Squash time.”

***

Leo looked gorgeous in the golden hour light, Logan thought, tall and tan in the dying summer sun. They’d gone to the local courts to shoot some evening hoops, and now Finn was over at one of the stands in the park getting them some ice cream. Leo’s phone had rung and  he had excused himself to talk to Regulus about their plans to go to an amusement park the next day. He was laughing, his head thrown back and his curls long and wild. He had taken his shirt off, too, while playing basketball, and had yet to put it back on. Logan roved his eyes over his body greedily, trying to forever internalize the feeling he got just from looking at him. Leo caught his eye briefly, waving with a wide smile, before saying goodbye to Regulus and hanging up the phone. Really, Leo smiling was a feat that should be illegal: his dimples were deep, his teeth white as snow, and his eyes so bright they could light up the darkest room. Logan sucked in a breath and walked up to him.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Leo said. “Sorry, I was just talking to Reg. I’ll be taking one of the cars early in the morning, if that’s okay?”

Logan didn’t say anything, just gripped the back of Leo’s hair and pulled him down into a kiss. Leo made a startled noise, but quickly settled into it, cupping Logan’s hips gently with his hands. Logan sighed, his body listing into Leo’s, his kisses deep and sloppy and, more than anything, irrevocably in love. 

When they pulled back, Leo’s brow was furrowed, as if trying to chase Logan’s mouth, but he was smiling. “What was that for, sweetheart?”

“Because I love you.” Logan tilted his head. “Why do you always ask that?”

Leo took a surprised breath, but didn’t have the chance to say anything as Finn approached with their ice cream. “Okay, I got a couple for us to share: chocolate and Moose Tracks, your favorites, babes.” He stopped talking abruptly upon looking at their faces. “What’s wrong, what’s happening?”

Logan just pulled Leo closer. “Was just asking Le why he’s always so surprised.”

Finn was confused. “Surprised by what?”

“When you show me affection,” Leo said warily.

Finn looked between the two of them before settling his eyes on Leo. “Are you surprised when we show you affection? I didn’t think you were.”

“Non.” Logan shook his head. “Like, when we surprise him with it. When we don’t… je ne sais pas-”

“When there’s no reason for it,” Leo finished for him. He took a deep breath. “It surprises me when you show me affection when there’s no reason for it.”

Finn looked a little shocked and he set their ice cream down on a picnic table beside them. “What- we need a reason for it? Baby, the reason is because we love you, I- do you feel like you only deserve affection when you- when you’ve earned it?”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek, eyes nervous and flitting around the park. His red cheeks and silence were all Finn and Logan needed.

“Whoa,” Finn said. His voice was a little panicked. “Whoa, Le, baby, that’s not true.” He took Leo’s face in his hands to force him to look at him. “That’s not true.”

“Soleil,” Logan said. Leo’s pulse was fast underneath his thumb. “Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know.” Leo’s voice was small and timid. He rolled his eyes at himself. “I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

“Is it Jack?” Logan asked, voice low. He couldn’t help but see red. “Did he make you feel that way?”

“I- maybe. Yeah, probably.” Leo took a shaky breath. “He only ever showed me affection if I did the right thing for him.”

“The right thing?” Finn asked. 

“Like,” Leo started. He was clutching at Logan’s lower back as if to gound himself. “Like, if I helped him with homework. Or if I didn’t touch him in public. Just doing things by his terms and his rules is what got me affection, so I guess…” He paused, looking down at his feet. “I guess I feel I need to earn it. To deserve it somehow.”

Finn sharply inhaled and brushed Leo’s cheek with his nose. “Oh, my love,” he whispered. Logan looked up. Finn only called them each that in the most delicate moments, and only ever in private. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry he made you feel that way, but that’s not true with us. You don’t have to do anything for us to love you- we love you for who you are, sweetheart.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed softly. He tucked his face into Leo’s chest. “Mon coeur, mon soleil. Je t’aime, I love you just as you are. Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime.”

Leo let out a defeated breath and rested his head on top of Logan’s. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Finn said firmly, shaking his head hard. “No apologies. We’ll make sure to tell you more, make sure to do more, to let you know how much we want you. Just for you. We want you just as you are, nothing more, nothing less.” He kissed Leo’s blushing cheek. “You are perfect for us just the way you are, Le.”

“Parfait,” Logan whispered with a kiss to Leo’s bare skin. “Tu es parfait pour nous.”

“I love you,” Leo said. He pulled back and kissed them each gently. They didn’t stray far from one another, Logan and Finn with their arms around Leo’s body and Leo with an arm around each of them. “I’ll… I’ll work on being better at accepting love, I think. I want it- I like it.”

Finn smiled up at him. “Good, baby.” He bit at Leo’s neck. “Because I plan on giving you a lot of it.”

“Moi aussi,” Logan said. “Moi aussi, mon coeur. You deserve all the love.”

Leo just smiled, then nodded to their ice cream. “Let’s eat this before it melts. I didn’t just bear my feelings to then let my Moose Tracks become a soup.”

“Ouais,” Logan laughed. “That’d be a shame.”

“C’mere, lovers,” Finn told them. He sat down at the picnic table and held up a singular spoon with a mischievous grin. “I’ll even feed it to you.” 

Logan and Leo laughed, sitting beside one another across from Finn and accepting spoonfuls of slightly melted ice cream on their tongues. It turned Leo’s kisses sweet and chocolatey, and Logan couldn’t get enough. When they eventually finished it all, Finn and Logan made a big show of kissing his cheeks before grabbing their backpacks and making their way back to their apartment.

The entire way, Finn and Logan had their arms wrapped around Leo’s waist and Logan, for one, didn’t want to move ever again. He smiled and leaned against Leo’s shoulder as the city got darker, watching as Leo accepted periodic kisses to his neck by Finn and turned to press his nose into Leo’s bicep. And when they eventually got into bed, showered and in pajamas, Logan laid himself on top of Leo’s body and watched as Finn watched them both, a palm rubbing up and down Logan’s side and the fingers of his other hand in Leo’s hair. Leo was gazing back at him, quiet, but eyes a shining blue in the dark.

“I’m so lucky,” Finn whispered. “You’re so gorgeous.” He kissed each of their foreheads gently before laying his head on his pillow with a gentle smile. “Gonna give you all the loving.”

“Ouais,” Logan sighed. He closed his eyes and nestled into Leo’s chest. “Ouais, mes amours. All the love. All the love for you always.”

Then they fell into their most contented sleep of the summer, a loving tangle of limbs and bodies, with no alarm set for the morning.

Ik your writing is usually really fluffy but I have had such a bad week and I need to cry and leo is my comfort character, would you be willing to write any type of Leo centric angst and hurt/comfort? With a lot of fluffy happy ending of course! (If you don’t want to you obviously don’t have to! Reading anything you write cheers me up anyways!!!)

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to answer an ask out of order so we can help our friend have a better day! I recommend setting the phone down for a while and consuming some sort of creative art- watching a movie, reading a book, listening to music. Oh, and eating some chocolate! Chocolate cures a lot. Sending you lots and lots of love! <3

Have some Leo being a worried son, some Leo-and-Reg bonding time, and FinnLo being the "Best Husbands Ever" while Eloise is a little under the weather down in NOLA!

TW: mentions of car accidents, mentions of death, DUI, hospitals.

Credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo tapped his foot against the linoleum hospital floor anxiously. His back hurt from sitting in such a low-backed chair for so long, but he wasn’t moving until his dad got back- Leo had to practically shove him out the door with a demand to go shower and get Eloise her favorite roasted garbanzo beans from the local market. He flashed his eyes towards where his mama was sitting up against the flimsy hospital pillows, phone held up to her ear and a smile on her face as she talked to Regulus, the French flowing naturally out of her mouth.

“Non, he didn’t!” Eloise threw her head back and laughed- Leo winced at the way it tugged on her IV.

“Mama, be careful,” he said, placing a hand on her thigh.

She just patted his wrist with a fond shake of her head, then went back to speaking to Regulus. “Well, what did you do?” She furrowed her brows for a second, then laughed loudly again. “Oh, they must have been so mad! Oh, Regulus, sweetheart, you’re evil. Did you give them homework, too?” She paused, fiddling with the ends of her blonde curls. “Well, I expect the practice served them on the test.”

Behind Leo, the door clicked open. He turned to see his father step through, canvas shopping bags in his hands. Wyatt looked up at him. “Ça va?” he whispered.

Leo nodded. “Ouais. She’s talking to Regulus.”

Wyatt smiled. “Good.” He walked over and pressed a kiss to the top of Leo’s head, then to Eloise’s cheek. She scrunched her nose happily at him, then nodded into the phone.    

“Yes, honey, Wyatt’s here. I’ll tell him you say hi. Want me to give you to Leo?” There was a brief pause, Regulus’ voice muffled through Leo’s cell phone speaker. Eloise smiled and laughed once more. “Merci, sweetheart. You have a good afternoon, okay? Ok, bye, bye.” She held out the phone to Leo. “Here you go, baby.”

“Thanks, mama.” Leo stood and kissed her head. “I’ll be right back.”

He put the phone up to his ear as he closed the hospital room door behind him. Regulus must have heard the click, because he laughed through the phone. “She sounds good.”

Leo nodded, even though Regulus couldn’t see him. “Ouais. She’s better.” He sat down heavily in a chair in the hallway. “The surgery went well. Fixed her femur all up, and she’s just got that and some bruising on her ribs now. Minor concussion, too.”

“Mm.” There was some shuffling of papers. “And the driver of the truck?”

Leo rubbed a hand across his forehead. “DUI. He was drunk as hell, Reg, I mean-” His voice caught. “She was- Jesus Christ, she was so bad when the ambulance brought her in. And he- he could’ve killed her, Regulus, and I-” Leo bit his lip to muffle the sound, but a tear did fall down his cheek. “I can’t live without my mama.”

“Hey, hey, whoa, Le.” Regulus sounded closer to the phone now, and he was speaking in a hushed tone. “She’s gonna be just fine. Hurt, but fine. And it’s June, you and Finn and Logan could stay the whole summer, if you want. I’ll come down and visit her, too, once I’ve cleaned out my classroom.”

“Yeah, but France-”

“Fuck France.” Leo could almost see Regulus’ wince. “Non, sorry, not ‘fuck France’, but- Leo, your mom had a really serious accident, okay? And you might need to stay for a while to help her and your dad out. The Tremblays will understand.”

Leo gnawed on his cheek. “But Finn and Logan. They were looking forward to it.”

“You mean those husbands of yours who literally worship the ground you walk on? They’ll be just fine. And if they need to, they can go to France for a week and come back.” On the other line, Regulus let out a breath. “But I’m sure they won’t want to do that. In fact, if you try and make them, Finn will pull out his puppy dog eyes, and Logan will glare so hard at you you might turn to ash for suggesting he leave you.” 

Leo laughed wetly. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“These things happen, unfortunately, Le, and you just deal with it, you know? And that might mean sacrificing in some other areas. But you also gain something. You’d get to spend the summer with your parents and your husbands in New Orleans, which I know you miss more than you like to admit.” 

“You’re right,” Leo sighed.

“Wow, twice in one conversation? I’m glad you admit it, I am pretty smart.”

Leo rolled his eyes, but smiled. “Ha-ha, shut up.”

“Non, too late. My ego has grown. It’s so big you can see it all the way down there in Louisiana.”

“Okay, okay, wow, I didn’t mean to do that, geez.” Leo softened a little, relaxing into the hard plastic chair. “Thank you. I needed this.”

“I know you did. Are you going home for the night?”

“Yeah. Finn and Logan are cleaning the house, and lots of folks have been bringing things around. Food and stuff. So, they’re chatting with neighbors when they stop by.” He snorted. “Or, at least, Finn is. I think Logan has been hiding in the garden, mostly.”

Regulus laughed. “Sounds like him.” There was another rustling sound. “Listen, I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta sort all these textbooks my students returned last week. But I’ll call you tomorrow, d’accord?”

“D’accord.” Leo sighed. “Love you.”

“Love you, too, Le. Talk to you tomorrow.”

Leo hung up the phone and let out a deep breath, letting his head rest for a brief moment against the wall behind him before standing and walking back into his mother’s room once more. His mother was relaxed against the pillows and talking with his dad in a soft voice. She smiled up at him when he walked through. “Hi, sweetheart.” She reached out a hand for him to take. “Good?”

He nodded. “Yeah. How are you feeling?”

She tisked and squeezed his fingers. “The same as when you asked twenty minutes ago, honey. A little banged up, but I’m alright.”

“D’accord.” He bent and kissed her cheek. “You need anything?”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “For you to go home.”

“Mama-”

“Nope, go, sweetheart.” 

She opened her arms and he knelt by the bed, gently folding himself against her chest. Leo felt so small against her, even as an adult. His dad put a hand on his back, and being in between his parents, being held like they had held him for so many years that felt so far away, made his eyes swell up.

Eloise felt his shuddering breath and kissed his head hard a few times. “I know those husbands of yours are waiting for you. Finn’s probably friends with half the neighborhood by now, and Logan sent me a picture of the garden all weeded, so he’s probably anxiously waiting for all those people to leave so he can have you all to himself.” At Leo’s teary laugh, she squeezed him a bit tighter. “Go home, sweetheart. They’re gonna bring a cot in for Wyatt so he can stay, okay? I’ll be just fine. You can come back with Finn and Logan tomorrow, please, I miss my boys.”

Leo smiled. “Ouais, they miss you, too.” He tucked his face into her neck and squeezed gently. “I love you.”

“Oh, my baby, I love you so much. You’re the best son I could ever ask for.” She kissed his forehead once more, then let him go. “Now, up you get. You need a shower and some food, you’re looking pale.”

“Mama.”

She raised her eyebrows at him once more. “I don’t care if I’m injured, or that you’re a grown man- you’re my baby, and you still gotta listen to me when I tell you to take care of yourself.”

Leo smiled. “Ouais.” He turned to his father and gave him a tight hug. “Love you, dad.”

Wyatt hugged him tightly and patted his back. “See you tomorrow, Le. Drive safe, and text me when you get home.”

Leo took a sharp breath in. That phrase held a lot more meaning now, and Leo could feel himself and his dad carrying that weight in the tension of their shoulders. “Yeah. Yeah, I will.”

***

Home, Leo texted twenty minutes later as he stepped through the door, toeing off his shoes. Love you, I’ll see you tomorrow.

“Is that my sexy sunshine baby?” came Finn’s voice from the kitchen. He appeared, a dish towel over his shoulder, smiling wide enough to make the freckled corners of his eyes crinkle. “Hi, gorgeous.”

“Hi.” Leo walked forward into Finn’s arms, dropping his head tiredly onto his shoulder. “How are you?”

“Good.” Finn squeezed him tightly. “Just packed up the rest of the food. Eloise has got a village looking out for her, that’s for sure, I met, like, fifteen people today.”

Leo felt his eyes start to heat up as he nodded against Finn’s neck. “Yeah. Yeah, she does.”

“Oh, Le.” Finn carded a hand through his hair and kissed his cheek. “Sh, I know, baby.”

“No, it’s just-” Leo pulled back and wiped his eyes. Finn still had his hands firmly cupping Leo’s hips, and Leo was grateful for the sturdiness of them. “I’m just so grateful she’s okay, God, I can’t- it felt like I couldn’t breathe when my dad called me.”

“I know.” Finn reached up with one hand to cup Leo’s cheek gently. “I’m sorry, Le. You love your mama so much.”

That brought a new wave of sadness over Leo and he squeezed his eyes shut hard. “I don’t- Finn, I can’t do life without her, I just can’t do it, and she almost-” His breath hitched even harder. “If she had-”

“But she didn’t.” Finn brought his other hand up and gripped Leo’s jaw more assuredly. “Hey, look at me.” When Leo did, it was to Finn’s soft brown eyes looking back at him, so loving, even when they were sad. “She didn’t,” he whispered firmly. “She’s here, and she’s going to be fine, baby. She’s not going anywhere.” 

Leo fell forward slightly, and Finn was there to catch him as his sobs grew louder, his tears soaking the fabric of Finn’s T-shirt. The sound of hurried footsteps descending the stairs reverberated around the room, and then Logan was there, too, at their sides, panting and hair slightly wet from the shower. His eyes were wide and worried as he settled a hand on Leo’s waist. 

“Soleil.” His voice was low and frantic. “Soleil, what happened?” He jerked his head over to look at Finn. “What’s wrong, what happened?” When Leo just let out another cry, Logan tangled his fingers in his hair and rested his mouth on Leo’s jaw. “Mon soleil. Sh, sh, mon soleil, c’est bien, mon coeur.”

“I’m sorry,” Leo gasped, standing up straighter again to look at them both. “I’m so sorry.”

“Non.” Logan stood on his toes, wrapping his arms around Leo’s neck to pull him down and kissed his forehead. “Non, mon amour, don’t be sorry.”

“I just- she looked so small in the hospital bed, and I almost lost-”

“Non, non, Le.” Logan squeezed their bodies together tighter, and Finn wrapped his arms around them both. “Non, Le, don’t talk like that. That won’t help you, mon amour.”

“Lo’s right, baby.” Finn’s head was also ducked close, his lips against Leo’s other ear. “That’s not healthy. Eloise is okay, Le, and she loves you so much. She wouldn’t want you to think like that.”

“I’m so-”

Logan pulled back quickly and pressed a finger to Leo’s lips. “Non.” He replaced his finger with his lips, his kiss soft and sweet. “Je t’aime.”

Leo rested their foreheads together. He sniffed. “Thank you.”

“Oh, my love.” Finn wiped the tears from under his cheeks. “Let’s get some food in you, baby, then a shower and bed. We can watch a movie, or I’ll read to you.”

Leo looked up at him through his wet eyelashes. “Read, please?” He closed his eyes. “Love your voice.”

Finn pressed his smile into Leo’s forehead. “Of course I can.” He kissed Leo quickly, then Logan, then took them both by the hand to lead them into the kitchen. “Now, Mrs. Dubois brought over some pot roast that smells amazing, and some roasted potatoes. How’s that sound?”

“Good.” Leo squeezed his hand and sat at the counter. “Thank you both for managing the house today. I know that was kind of a lot.”

Finn waved his hand as he dug through the fridge. “Nah, it was fun, you got a lot of cool people here. I had a blast.”

Leo smiled. “My mama thought you might.” He turned to Logan, who had tucked himself into Leo’s side and was carding gentle fingers through his hair. “She also said that you were probably hiding from all those people in the garden.”

Finn snorted. “She knows you so well, Lo.”

Logan scowled slightly, but his eyes were still soft. “There were too many. And they stayed to talk forever, mon Dieu.” He looked up to Leo, green eyes wide and seeking approval. “I weeded the garden, soleil, and harvested some things.”

Leo kissed his forehead in appreciation. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He took a deep breath. “I was also thinking…” 

They both turned to look at him. Logan tugged gently on his T-shirt. “Ouais?”

Leo looked between them cautiously. “I think I want to stay and train here this summer. To help my mama and dad.” He looked down at his hands. “Which means I wouldn’t go to France.”

“We,” Finn said softly. He reached across the counter and titled Leo’s chin up with two fingers to look him in the eye. “We wouldn’t go to France.”

Leo shook his head. “No, I can’t- Logan’s family-”

“Non, soleil, they’ll understand.” Logan kissed his shoulder. “I’ll call maman tomorrow.”

Leo sighed. “Are you sure you two don’t want to go?”

Finn looked genuinely confused. “What?”

“Like…” Leo sighed again and waved with his hands. “Like, you could go for a week, to relax and see Logan’s family, and I’ll stay.”

Finn scoffed. “Uh, no thank you.” He walked around the counter and wrapped Leo up from behind. “I am on summer break, away from dozens of crazy teenagers, and my husbands are finally done with the hockey season. We are not spending a single day apart, you understand? Not a damn one.”

“But-”

“No ‘buts’, sunshine.” Finn kissed him briefly upside down. “We are planting ourselves right down here this summer. Lots of boat rides, gardening, evening runs, and sunshine.”

“Ouais,” Logan said from his place against Leo’s chest. “Lots of sunshine.” He rested his chest against Leo’s chest and looked up at him. “D’accord?”

Leo nodded, brushing Logan’s hair back from his forehead. “D’accord.” He let his head fall back against Finn’s shoulder. “I’m starving.”

“Coming right up, nutter butter baby.” Finn sauntered around to pick up the pot roast container and dump the meat into the pot on the stove. “Let me just heat it up and we’ll be good to go.”

Leo winced. “Finn, are you sure you don’t want me to-”

“Hey! I can heat up pot roast,” he scoffed, turning to grab the potatoes next. “I don’t need anyone’s- shit!” Finn barely caught the pot he had bumped with his hip, looking with wide eyes as some of the meat juice fell on the floor. His fingers shook as he precariously put the heavy pot back on the stove and turned towards them sheepishly. “Uh. Well.”

Leo rolled his eyes fondly. “You have zero spacial awareness, honey.” He gave Logan a kiss and walked around to join Finn at the stove, nudging his hip with his own. “Go, you two set the table. I’ll reheat dinner.”

“Are you sure-”

“Finn.” Leo raised his eyebrows amusedly as he pulled out a sheet pan for the potatoes. “I love you both more than anything, but please go set the table.”

“Right.” A pause. “Are you sure?”

“Rouge,” Logan laughed. “Allez, Le said he’s fine.”

“But-”

“Sweetheart.” Leo turned towards him and cupped his hips, kissing him soundly. “Go.”

Finn looked a little dazed. “‘Kay.” He looked over his shoulder at Leo as he and Logan began to get the plates and silverware out. “But you can’t use kisses to get me to do things all the time, okay?”

Leo looked him up and down. “No?”

Leo and Logan shared a look as Finn’s ears turned red. “No.”

Logan stood on his toes and sucked gently on Finn’s jaw. “Non?”

Finn’s eyes fluttered shut briefly before he opened them with a sharp inhale and what sounded like a whine. “Stop that.”

Logan’s grin was mischievous. He winked at Leo, making him warm all over, and not for the first time that day, Leo thought about the lucky hand he’d been dealt. His face must have reflected it, because Logan sent him a fond smile and settled a soft hand on Finn’s back. 

“Allez, mon rouge,” he said, his eyes on Leo. They were warm and loving and the most beautiful shade of green Leo had ever seen. “Let’s set the table.”