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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.

Can you write how each of the cubs would react to the others getting injured? Thanks so much and we appreciate you!!!

This was so fun! Thank you for the prompt!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

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.

Can we get some VERY LITTLE angst with LOTS OF COMFORT AND FLUFF that maybe touches on the hurt that Leo felt when Logan got protective over Finn after his concussion it makes me want to cry how guilty he probably felt because Jack was the one who hurt Finn 🥲 and then Logan snapping at him probably solidified that guilt/ also made him feel like an outsider in their relationship

Poor sunshine. That was a tough time for him. :(

I kinda reworked this prompt a bit, because in Vaincre it does address some of the elements you mentioned, anon, HOWEVER, I do think I did it justice. Please let me know, though, if you want another perspective or something. Maybe a reflective Leo in NOLA (even though that angst would be yikes)?

I've FINALLY got a good chunk of prompts written, so please keep sending in more! They're a good brain exercise/creative escape when I need a break from my homework. To all going through finals right now- I feel you, I see you, and FUCK GROUP PROJECTS, oh my goodness. I'm never going to recover, I fear. It's not the people in the group, obviously, but holy smokes I work better solo. Sending thoughts and prayers to all those who feel the same as me, haha.

ANYWHO, enjoy a bit of angst, a lot of love, and a hefty amount of Logan Tremblay Weighted Blanket Extraordinaire (because his sunshine was gone for a LONG TIME, okay?! He went through a withdrawal and now has a Vitamin D deficiency, and the only cure is Leo's bare skin touching his for a MINIMUM of twelve hours of snuggles. So sue him.).

Credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo never wanted to move from their arms again. Finn’s uninjured one was scratching the back of his head, and Logan was a warm heat against Leo’s back, hands clasped tight around his stomach. Leo breathed out a sigh and sank into the warmth even New Orleans couldn’t provide him.

“Hi, baby,” Finn whispered. He was pressing kisses softly over Leo’s face. “Hi, we missed you. Right, Lo?”

Leo felt Logan’s hum reverberate throughout his body. A kiss was dropped onto the back of his left shoulder. “Ouais, so much.”

Finn’s smile was soft and fond when he looked at Leo. “To what do we owe the surprise?”

Leo shrugged. He rubbed his hands up and down Finn’s ribs distractedly. “Just didn’t wanna stay away. Missed you. And…”

I think- I’m trying to say sorry.

You think?

I fucked up.

Yeah, Jack, you think?

“Le?” 

Finn was a bit concerned now. Leo reached up with one hand to brush his hair back from his forehead carefully. His eyes flashed to the band of his sling. I’m sorry. For high school. For the lights, for these last few months, for O’Hara.

“Soleil?”

Leo opened up an arm for Logan to tuck into his side. He kissed his cheek. “I think I want to shower. Then we can- I can talk about it.”

Finn nodded. “Of course, yeah, of course.” He nudged their noses together and kissed him lightly. “Do you want us to come with you?”

Leo thought for a moment then shook his head. “I need to collect my thoughts. Please.”

“D’accord.” Logan reached up to cup Leo’s jaw and leaned in for a kiss. “We love you so much.”

“Love you.” Leo sighed and squeezed each of them, Finn a little more gently. “Okay, give me ten minutes.”

Leo felt the distance from them acutely while in the shower. He’d almost asked them to stay outside the shower doors. Logan would have started there, at least, but he would have wormed his way in to be close to Leo. And Finn would try and talk and distract him, because that was what he did, and he was so kind and gorgeous, but Leo didn’t need that right now- as much as he wanted it. Jack’s pinched face on the dock flashed through his mind. He sucked in a breath and turned the shower off hard, slipping a bit on the floor a bit as he grabbed a towel. He dripped water on the floor in his haste to get to their bedroom, but he hardly noticed.

When he opened the door, Finn was straddling Logan’s lap, both of them smiling softly and whispering. Finn had his good arm draped over Logan’s shoulder and was scratching his scalp. They both turned to look at Leo when he entered with happy eyes. 

“Hi,” Leo whispered with a small smile.

Logan’s own smile got wider, if possible, and he nudged Finn off his lap to stand and press himself against Leo’s chest. His fingers played with the edge of the towel around Leo’s hips. He let out a sigh. “Je t’aime.”

Leo caught Finn’s eye over Logan’s head. The corner of his eyes were crinkled at the edges. “Grumpy missed you.”

Leo rested his cheek on top of Logan’s head. “Just him?”

“Obviously not.”

“I missed you, too.” He kissed Logan’s temple. “I gotta get changed.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. “Non.”

“Ouais, honey, I do.” 

Logan let out another soft noise of contentment. “Your accent sounds stronger.” He pulled back slightly to run his hands up and down Leo’s arms and kissed him. “I love it.”

Leo knew his face was red from blushing when he gave Logan a last kiss and turned to the dresser. He was searching for his favorite pair of Finn’s plaid boxers when he felt two arms wrap around his waist again. He hung his head back with a laugh. “Logan.” 

When Logan didn’t say anything, Leo looked over his shoulder. Finn was still watching them with playful eyes. 

“Lo, sweetheart, I gotta get changed.”

“Non, you don’t.”

“Oh my God. Okay, fine, stay there.”

It was a bit of a struggle, getting boxers on with a barnacle attached to his back, especially when Logan made a real effort to prevent Leo from putting them on in the first place. Leo turned to raise his eyebrows at him when he felt a playful tap to his butt. Logan was hiding his grin in the skin of Leo's shoulder, green eyes looking innocently up at him. Leo shook his head fondly and managed to pull the waistband around his hips. But when there was another pinch, he spun around and bent to wrap his arms under Logan’s thighs. Logan let out a loud laugh, squeezing his feet together in the small of Leo’s back as he was lifted. Leo narrowed his eyes. 

“You’re trouble, Tremblay.”

“You realize he got exactly what he wanted, right?” Finn asked through his own laugh. 

“Mhm.” Leo leaned in to nudge his and Logan’s noses together. “Like he somehow always does.”

Logan tucked his face in Leo’s neck. “Mm, ouais.”

Leo snorted. “You have no shame.” 

He walked over to the bed and knelt on the mattress beside Finn, leaning over and falling on top of Logan. They both let out an oof and Logan threw his head back in a laugh, his face flushed in the way it got when he was really, truly happy. Leo leaned down to kiss his cheeks. He felt Finn press a warm palm to his back.

“Oh, baby,” Finn whispered, kissing Leo’s shoulders. “We’re so happy, we’re so happy you’re home.” 

Leo shifted onto his side to lay in between them, Logan resting his head against his chest. “Me, too.”

Finn tugged on one of his curls. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Leo said. He pushed himself to sit up against the pillows, bringing Logan with him. “Better, definitely.”

“Good.” Finn kissed his forehead and Leo felt tension he didn’t know he was carrying melt away. 

They sat there in silence for a minute. Finn and Logan were both watching Leo carefully, even as they kept their hands busy touching his skin and hair. Leo knew they were waiting for him to talk. He took a deep breath and watched Logan play with his fingers. “I saw Jack.”

Logan’s eyes darkened. His jaw clenched. “Quoi?”

Leo avoided their gazes. “He found me when I was bringing the boat in. This afternoon.”

Finn cupped Leo’s jaw to meet his eyes. “And?”

Leo chewed on his bottom lip. “He said he was sorry.”

Finn scoffed. “Good.” At Leo’s silence, Finn eyebrows furrowed. His fingers were still mindlessly playing with Leo’s jaw. “Not good?”

Leo felt his shoulders sink. “He said he was sorry.” He looked at Finn. “For you.” At Logan. “For high school. For the lights, for- everything. I don’t know, he held himself accountable. And I accepted it.” He shrugged. “So that’s that, I guess, but…” He felt his eyes heat up a bit. “I don’t know, I still feel…”

“Mon soleil.” Logan looked a bit sad as he straddled Leo’s lap, fingers coming to lace themselves through Leo’s curls. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, mon coeur.” He kissed Leo’s cheeks gently. “Mon amour,” he murmured.

“No.” Leo gripped Logan’s hips hard. “No, Lo, I’m sorry.”

“Quoi? What, no-”

“Yeah, yes.” Leo nodded quickly. He looked between Finn and Logan, who both had curious and hesitant looks on their faces. “I’m so sorry. About making Finn’s concussion about me, about leaving you in New York, I don’t- I don’t know why I did that, that was really mean, and I’m sorry. I love you so much, and I’m so sorry.”

“Whoa, whoa, hey,” Finn hushed. He knelt up to bring Leo’s head to rest against his chest on his good side. “Hey, Le, no, baby. No, baby, no.” He pressed his mouth into Leo’s hair. “Don’t be sorry, sweetheart, it’s not your fault.”

“It kind of is.” Leo pulled back to look at him. “I left Logan. In New York. And Jack did take his anger out on you, he told me. And he was angry at me, and so I- seeing him, and hearing him tell me, it just-” He let out a frustrated noise. “I guess I just realized how much I missed you. How separate I felt for a minute, and how much I didn’t like that.”

“Leo.” Logan coaxed Leo into looking at him. “We already said sorry, mon coeur. It’s all okay now.” He kissed Leo, firm but gentle. “I don’t want you to feel like that again, d’accord?”

“I know.” Leo nodded and sniffed. Logan brushed his thumbs over Leo’s cheeks where a few tears had fallen. “I know, sorry. I just- I think Jack just made me feel guilty again.”

Finn kissed Leo’s cheek hard. “Fucker.”

Despite that, Leo laughed. “I guess, yeah. A bit.” He let his head fall back and closed his eyes. “I don’t know, I still want him to be happy. But I don’t really want to see him.” He opened his eyes again. “Is that awful of me?”

“No,” Finn whispered. He was smiling softly. “No, baby, that’s not awful of you. I think that’s very big of you, wanting him to be happy, even though he hurt you. Not many people would.”

“Ouais, me.”

Leo threw his head back and gasped out a laugh. “Logan!”

“Quoi? It’s true!” He buried his face in Leo’s neck and kissed the skin there. “I don’t want to see you hurting.” He pulled away to look at Finn. “Either of you. He hurt you both, and I don’t like that.”

Leo’s laughter subsided and he pressed their foreheads together. “I know, sweetheart.” He kissed Logan’s lips quickly. “I don’t want to hurt anymore either. But I feel better.” He reached out for Finn’s hand and kissed the back of it. “And you? How are you feeling, baby?”

Finn smiled. “I’m so good. So good.” He moved to sit beside Leo, snuggling close with his nose in Leo’s neck. “So happy you’re better, baby. How was the rest of New Orleans?”

Leo could almost feel the warmth of his city on his skin if he thought hard enough. “Really, really good. Cooked a lot with my parents, saw my cousins, the neighbors. Took the boat out a lot and went fishing. Ran with my mama, got ice cream with dad. The usual.”

Finn hummed, busy kissing Leo’s jaw. “Good usual?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah. Really good.” He stretched out his legs under Logan’s weight. “Mama and dad are excited we’re coming down. Said they want to have a party for you if you win, Lo. Or even if you don’t. My cousins and stuff are dying to meet you both.”

“Oh, boy,” Finn said, waggling his eyebrows. “A southern-style welcome.”

“I will go,” Logan whispered, brushing his nose with Leo’s, as if he couldn’t help it. “If there is good food.”

Leo snorted. “Oh honey,” he said, shaking his head fondly. “You already know there will be. The Knuts cook some mean barbecue.”

“Bien,” Logan sighed. He wiggled happily in the cradle of Leo’s hips, then rested his head back on his chest. “Sleep.”

“Okay, hold on.” 

Leo shifted himself down to lie flat on the bed, Logan a warm weight on top of him and Finn against his opposite shoulder, ankles intertwined. Finn pulled the covers over them and kissed each of their cheeks. “Feels good to have you back in bed,” he said with a yawn. “Was empty.”

“Mm.” Leo squeezed Finn’s ankles between his own. He sighed. “I always sleep better with you both.”

Logan made a slightly distressed noise. “Did you sleep in New Orleans?”

“A bit, yeah. Had to tire myself out a lot, though.” He rubbed a hand up and down Logan’s warm back. “Feels better when I’m home.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed. His face was slack; two more minutes and he would be asleep. “Feels better when you’re home.”

Logan pressed a kiss right into the center of Leo’s chest. “Sleep, mon coeur. If you can’t, I’ll rub your back.”

Leo felt his breath hitch a bit. It felt so good to be home. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“Love you.”

“Je t’aime.”

Leo closed his eyes. For the first time in what felt like months, with the heat of their skin against his, he felt himself finally relax as he drifted off to sleep.

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

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

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

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

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

Like right now.

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

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

Leo shook his head. “Oh, no, mama-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo bit his lip. “Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I've seen a lot of folks liking some of my older posts, so I just wanted to repost this! This is my Masterlist with everything I've written. It makes me so happy that you go back and read some of my stuff- I've received a lot of good prompts from a lot of lovely people!

Lots of love on this Monday! <3

Masterlist!!

I have LOVED creating these fics for you, and I am so happy you have enjoyed them! Please find the master list below to go back and reread if you so choose. Please also keep sending in prompts- I LOVE receiving your ideas. <3

Character credits go to @lumosinlove !

Posting Schedule EXPLAINED (as of 28 Feb, 2025)

Cubs Engagement: This is my first one ever written, and sets the timeline for the rest of my fics (LOOSELY). This is NOT the canon timeline set by @lumosinlove in SW, C2C, or Vaincre, as the Cubs have obviously NOT reached that point in their lives. It's just how I imagine it!

Teacher Finn Pt. I

Teacher Finn Pt. II: Finn and His Fountain Pen

Man Bun Leo Knut TM

Leo's 2-4-1 Weighted Blanket Deal

Leo's Long Distance Surprise

Respecting Ratatouille (with DISCUSSIONS of the FUTURE)

Gender-Bent PWHL Cubs (P.S. please let me know if you'd be interested in more gender-bent/PWHL AUs! It didn't do as well as my other posts (sad face), but as a WLW I LOVE the PWHL fics that @fruitcoops did a while back. And I love the PWHL! So PLEASE let me know!!)

Logan's Favorite Combo: Boyfriends, Hot Chocolate, and CUDDLES

Ballet Butter Baby (i.e., Eloise Knut bring out baby photos!!)

BECs for Dinner Courtesy of FinnLo

FinnLo Finding Out About Jack >:|

Leo's Morning Accent

Concussion Angst + Fluff

Sunshine Being Carried Around

Finn and Healthy Discussion About Nefarious Activities

Icicle Leo Braving the Canadian Winter

Two Times Leo was Flustered, and One Time He Was the Flusterer

Black Brothers and Their Mom, Hope Lupin

Finn's Love Language

Leo's Blast from the Past, feat. Competitive BFs

O'Hara Home Videos in the Hamptons

FinnLo at a Harvard Reunion

LT10 is Back On Gryff Ice

Hurt/Comfort: A Commentary on US Marriage Laws and Visas

Leo Learning to Accept Affection

Finn Being the Best HAB

Future Family Skate

Cubs Lazy Morning In

Where Leo Got His Gray

Finn Being a Personal Jungle Gym

Leo Being a Heat-Resistant Master Chef

Wisdom Teeth Removal

Leo's Personal Lolo Guard Dog

Cubs Visit CANADIA

Married Cubs Fluff in Nice

Leo and His Tiger Stripes

Date Night!

Leo's Gaydar

Hogwarts AU

Seeing One Another Cry

Muscle Man Logan Tremblay

PWHL AU PT. II: Super Model Leo Knut and Her Protective GFs

Discussions of Age Differences

Insomniac Sunshine

Teacher Finn in Love with His Hubbies

Home Videos Pt. II: Baby of the Family Lolo and the Sunshine Show

Leo's All Star Panic Attack

Reaction to Injuries

Engagement Announcement!!!!

Soulmate AU (Pt I ;))

Cubs Being Obsessed with Legs, Arms, and Freckles!!!!

Logan Being Jealous of Pets feat. Pet Names

Hogwarts AU Pt. II

Seeing Each Other's Rooms for the First Time (Ever, or In a While)

Leo and His Homies in the Hamptons

Clingy Cubs

Harvard FinnLo Falling Alseep- then Waking Up to Their Sunshine

Protective Leo and Finn

Soulmate AU (Pt. II)

Cubs Go Hiking

Curly Cutie Leo Knut!!!!

Logan Beer Chugging Frat Boy King

Dumo and His Fatherly Advice feat. an Anxious LoganTM

Harvard FinnLo Fight and Reconciliation

Finn + Anxiety Meds

Cubs in the Hamptons feat. Dumais Children and Ultimate Dad Mode Leo

Write Me In AU!!!!

Finn Needing a Little Comfort

Leo is a Softball Legend

Hi! Do you only write fanfic for SW? Would you write something in the universe of write me in? I would love to read about finn logan and leo being together after the end of wmi, seeing how their relationship with leo evolves as finnlo becomes public!

(i love all your fics, you're amazing!!!)

Of COURSE I'll write stuff in this AU! It's so cute, and I absolutely adore it. I'm happy to write in almost any AU you all want. :)

Disclaimer: this work by @lumosinlove is not actually finished yet, so what I am writing is not necessarily canon, but an imagined extension of the story we have already written for us. I highly recommend you read it if you haven't!

TW: mention of nefarious activities, but nothing explicit, as per usual. :)

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo felt his phone vibrate as soon as he stepped into his building’s elevator. He rolled out his shoulders and let out an exasperated sigh, but smiled as soon as he saw the screen. Difficult little rockstar, it said, with a picture of Finn on Leo’s family boat in New Orleans, looking up at the camera as he sat on the seat, all sunburnt and happy. Leo let it ring for a moment, just to look at Finn’s gorgeous freckles a bit longer, before picking up. “Hello?”

“Hi, sunshine! Good day?” Finn sounded bright, a contrast to the rain that was pouring outside. 

“All right, yeah,” Leo answered. “Long day at work, lots of editing. Went on a run this morning, so that was nice.”

Leo could hear Finn’s pout. “Without me?”

The elevator door dinged and Leo stepped out, amused. “Sweetheart, you’re busy, and you live a forty minute train ride away. I can do long runs on the weekends with you, but not on a Tuesday at five in the morning.”

Leo would bet anything that that bottom lip was still stuck out. “Why do you live so far?” Finn groaned.

“Because I’m not a difficult little rockstar.” Leo moved the phone to hold it with his shoulder as he dug for his keys. “I can’t afford a penthouse.”

“You know, it doesn’t have to be a penthouse! There are other options.”

“None within my budget, I’m afraid. It’s okay, I’ll travel anywhere to eat those croissants from the place a couple blocks down.”

“I thought you came to visit us?”

Leo bit his lip as he shut the apartment door behind him. “That, too.” He shucked off his shoes and flopped on the couch with a groan. “It’s been a long day, fuck me.”

“Well, not when you’re forty minutes away.”

Leo rolled his eyes and felt his cheeks warm. “Shut up.”

“I bet all my penthouse rent that you’re blushing right now.”

“You can’t see me.”

“But I know you. And I love you. I know you and I love you, so I know you’re blushing.” He lowered his voice as if to keep their conversation private. “I’ll travel forty minutes to make you blush more, sunshine, if you want.”

Leo tisked. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the studio?”

“Yeah, I’m taking a break. We’ve recorded these damn backing harmonies so many times I’ll be singing them in my sleep.”

“Well,” Leo said, standing to stretch and walk to his bedroom. “We can FaceTime later if you want.” He paused to roll out his neck. “Is Lo there?”

“Nah, he’s not needed for this. I think he’d actually throw the producer’s notebook at the wall if he was here.”

Leo laughed. “Well, then I’m glad he’s not there, then.”

Finn hummed. “Actually, I think you’ll really like where Logan is right now.” 

“What?” Leo furrowed his brow as he pushed open his bedroom door. “What do you mean-” He let out a gasp and then smiled. “Oh.”

Logan was in the middle of his bed on his stomach, starfished out as if reaching for them in his sleep. He was in one of Leo’s sweatshirts, one from his college newspaper that he wrote for, and his hair was a mess of long waves. The sheets were pooled low, and the hoodie had ridden up, so Leo got a clear view of the warm, soft skin of Logan’s lower back. Leo lowered his voice as he spoke into the phone.

“Is this a surprise?” he whispered.

“Oo-ways, peanut butter,” Finn said. “Is he sleeping?”

“Yeah.” Leo started moving towards the bed. 

“Go on, wake him up. We can say hi together.”

“Okay. I’ll put you on speaker and on the pillow, but don’t make a sound yet, ‘kay?”

“Roger that, babe.”

Leo set his phone down on the pillow unoccupied by Logan’s head and knelt on the mattress. Logan looked so peaceful and relaxed. Leo admired the way his long eyelashes casted shadows over his upper cheeks, and how his perfect Cupid’s bow lips were parted and squished against the pillow. He ran a hand through Logan’s hair softly before settling it on his lower back. 

“Logan.” When that still didn’t rouse him, Leo began to press kisses to the back of his neck. “Lo, sweetheart, I’m home.”

There was the tensing of Logan’s muscles as he woke up, then they relaxed once more against the sheets with a deep breath. “Soleil.”

Leo smiled wider. Logan hadn’t even opened his eyes. “Hi, honey. Good nap?”

Logan just made a sleepy affirmative sound and rolled over onto his side, green eyes now looking into Leo’s own. He lifted an arm up. “Ici, mon coeur.”

“One sec.” Leo picked up his phone in his left hand and joined Logan in the bed. He wrapped his arm around Logan’s waist and looped it up around his shoulder to hold the phone above them. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead as he tangled their legs. “Say hi to Fish, sweetheart.”

“Hey, sweet thing.”

Logan’s smile was tired, but content. “Rouge.”

“That’s me. Hey, I kept the surprise a secret, are you proud?”

Leo felt Logan’s amused huff against his neck. “Ouais, so proud.”

“Aw, shucks, baby, thanks.” There was some noise on the other line. “Hey, look, I gotta go, but I love you both very much, okay? I’ll see you soon, I’m stopping by after work, Le.”

Leo just shook his head fondly. “I can’t stop you, can I?”

“Nor would you want to. Okay, goodbye, I love you, love you, love you, love you-”

Logan laughed. “Ouais, je t’aime, mon rouge.”

“Love you, sweetheart,” Leo whispered.

“I love you!” Then the line went dead.

Leo threw his phone towards the end of the bed and wrapped Logan up properly. “That key I gave you came in handy, huh?”

“Mhm.” Logan yawned and nuzzled closer. “Missed you. I wanted to see you.” He kissed Leo’s jaw. “Good surprise?”

“Of course.” Leo palmed the skin of Logan’s hip. “I like your sweatshirt.”

Logan bit at Leo’s skin. “I like you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Ouais. I love you.”

“Well how about that?” Leo hovered above him to kiss him lingeringly. “I love you, too.” 

Logan reached up for him. “Come back.”

“Hold on, sweetheart, let me change into some comfy clothes.”

Leo left Logan alone and dozing for a few minutes to change into some joggers and a sweatshirt. It was one of Finn’s that he stole, a well-worn New York Rangers hoodie, and he played with the hood strings as he knelt back on the bed to pull back the covers. 

“When does Finn get out?” he asked in French.

“Around seven. He’s got the other key you gave us.” Logan opened his arms again for Leo to settle into. “He said he’d bring dinner. From that Thai place we both like.”

“Oh, that sounds so good right now.” Leo let out a sigh and allowed his weight to settle into the bed. “Best Tuesday ever.”

Logan hummed and squeezed Leo tighter. “Sleep.”

“You read my mind.” Leo brushed Logan’s hair back from his face to look at his droopy green eyes. “How do you do that?”

Logan’s smile was warm. “Because I love you.”

“I love you.” Leo nudged their noses together then cupped Logan’s head to his chest. “Nap, sweetheart, until Finn gets here.” 

Logan just let out a content sigh and kissed his chin before they both closed their eyes.

***

Leo woke up a while later to a hand running gently through his hair. He leaned into the touch and opened his eyes, stretching his toes towards the end of the bed. When he was met with a freckled grin and soft brown eyes framed by dark glasses, he smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi, baby.” Finn leaned down and kissed his forehead. “How are you?”

“Good.” Leo pressed into the hand still carding through his curls. “You’re here.”

“Of course I am. Got my boys all cozy and waiting in bed for me.”

Leo shifted a bit to get a hand on the back of Finn’s neck and drew him down for a kiss. “You want to stay the night? I don’t want you going out in the dark.”

Finn bit his lip playfully. “You know I can just call my driver.”

Leo nipped his lip back. “Maybe I just want you to wake up in my bed.”

“Can’t argue with that.” Finn’s pleased eyes flitted to look over Leo’s shoulder. “Good morning, grumpy.”

Leo turned to find green eyes examining them both. Logan just let out a tired grunt from the back of his throat and stretched in Leo’s arms. “Salut.”

Finn leaned over Leo’s body to kiss Logan, too, before sitting up and away. Leo thought he looked so handsome in his plum quarter zip and jeans. “You hungry, lovers? Got some Thai for you.” 

 “Thank you, sweetheart,” Leo said. He kissed Logan’s cheek. “C’mon, honey, gotta get up.” And Logan’s groan, Leo smiled and scratched a hand through his hair. “You’ve been so lazy this afternoon. Just sleeping.”

Logan let out another groan and began to roll off the bed. He sat on the edge and rubbed his face with his hands with a yawn. “Merde.” He stretched his arms above his head and stood, smiling at them both. “Salut.”

“Hi, baby.” Finn held out a hand to pull Leo up off the bed and into a kiss. “And my other baby. Hungry?”

“Starving.”

Ten minutes later, they were sitting at Leo’s small dining room table with heaps of take out boxes in front of them. Leo and Logan had both laughed when they saw how much food Finn brought, but he’d just smiled and said he couldn’t choose just three dishes, opening the box of chicken satay. Leo couldn’t say he wasn’t grateful- the leftovers would likely last him for at least two days.  

“Thank you for dinner, sweetheart,” Leo said, scooping some Massaman curry onto his rice. 

Finn smiled up briefly from his own plate. “Of course, Le. You had a long day.”

Leo hummed around a bite. “It just dragged on. The whole day I was thinking about coming back and watching that new show I started.” He reached out and squeezed Logan’s hand. “But my surprise was better.”

Logan took his fingers and kissed him. “Bien.” 

Leo took up his fork again. “Do you guys need anything to stay the night? It’s been a while, I’m usually at your place.”

Finn shook his head. “Nope, brought a bag. No comfy clothes, though, so I guess we’ll have to borrow yours, unfortunately.”

“Shame,” Leo said sarcastically.

Finn shrugged his shoulders. “What can you do?” He then gave Logan a meaningful look, one that Leo didn’t understand. He’d gotten good at reading them in the year and half they’d been together, and most of the time he could, but sometimes the fact that they’d known each other for much longer caught up with them, and Leo was left trying to put the pieces together. 

“What?” Leo asked, looking between them. He sank a little into his seat. “Is there something wrong?”

Both of them turned abruptly to him, eyes wide in surprise. Finn shook his head rapidly back and forth and took Leo’s hand. “No, no, Le, baby, nothing’s wrong.” He laughed nervously. “Actually, we wanted to ask you something.”

Leo furrowed his eyebrows. “Okay…”

Logan shifted his chair closer and rested a hand on Leo’s upper thigh. His green eyes were earnest. “We were wondering…” He looked at Finn briefly, who smiled and gave him an encouraging nod. When Logan caught Leo’s eye again, he was smiling, too. “How would you feel if this was one of the last nights spent in this apartment?”

Leo felt his heart stop for a minute. “What? You mean…”

Finn kissed his fingers. “Move in with us, baby.”

Leo brought his free hand to his mouth. He felt his eyes starting to become wet. “Really?”

Logan let out a teary laugh and squeezed Leo’s thigh. “Ouais, mon coeur. Move in with us.”

“Oh my God.” Leo knew his grip on Finn’s hand was tight, but he couldn’t seem to let go. He nodded his head and looked between them. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

 The next thing he knew his face was being gripped between Logan’s hands as he pressed kisses all over Leo’s cheeks. They were both laughing and crying as Leo reached out to draw him into his lap. He felt Logan’s warm weight settle over his thighs as a different pair of hands came to run their fingers through his hair and eventually settle on the base of his neck. Leo turned his face blindly for Finn’s mouth, Logan moving to kiss down the side of his neck. Leo kissed Finn hard before pulling back to look at him. “Are you sure?”

“Of course we are, what kind of question is that?” Finn was standing above him and smiling so wide almost all his teeth were showing. “We miss you when you’re not there. It’s not home without you, baby.”

That made Leo close his eyes, a tear slipping out and falling down his cheek. He felt Logan gently kiss it away. “Mon coeur.”

“I’m sorry,” Leo whispered. “I just- to hear you say that, I-” He cut himself off and took in a shaky breath before opening his eyes again. Logan had settled himself into the crook of Leo’s neck and Finn was cupping Leo’s jaw gently. Leo took a deep breath. “It’s not that I don’t know that you love me. It’s just that, you’ve been together for longer, and were public together before being public with me, and even still people aren’t really aware. And there are times when you’re away for so long anyways,  I guess- I don’t know, I guess I just thought it was easier, having two separate places, so people didn’t speculate as much. That it was safer for you.”

Finn made a soft sound and kissed Leo’s forehead hard. “What, did you think we wouldn’t want you to come live with us? We love you, baby. We want you forever, and we want you home.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. Leo turned to look at him, and Logan kissed him gently before continuing. “And we don’t care what people think.” He flicked his eyes to Finn before kissing Leo again. “We were thinking of taking a break. Of being home with you.”

Leo sniffed, wiping his cheek. “Huh?”

Finn leaned down to drape his arms over Leo’s shoulders. “The album’s almost done. And normally we’d be planning a tour, or something, but we thought- maybe we delay this tour by a couple years.”

Leo’s eyes widened. “What? I can’t ask you to do-”

“You’re not asking us to do anything, baby,” Finn said. He let out a sigh into Leo’s neck. “Honestly, I’m really tired. I love music, and I love performing, but… I don’t know, maybe we do a New York concert series for a couple weeks after the album is out, but then we just want to stay home with you. Maybe write a bit, spend time with friends and family, do some volunteering, and just be with each other.”

“Oui,” Logan whispered. His hands were mindlessly running through Leo’s hair. “We want to stay still for a while.”

“Settle,” Finn contributed. 

“Ouais, settle.” Logan touched their foreheads together. “I thought I had everything, when I got Finn, but something inside of me was still- restless. I thought it was because we were moving so much, but then I met you, mon soleil. And for the first time, I felt still inside.” He kissed Leo’s cheek. “So let us be still together, for a while.”

“And who knows,” Finn said. “Maybe after a few years, we come back and do a tour, but this time engaged.”

Leo breathed in so sharply that he had to clear his throat. “What?”

Finn knew he’d got him. Leo could tell by the smile that was pressed into his neck. “I said what I said.”

“But, you two-”

“Are not getting married without you, mon amour.” Logan’s eyes were amused now. “I thought you knew that.”

“Oh.” Leo felt his heart in his throat. “You mean…”

“I’m not proposing now,” Logan said gently, smiling at them both. “But when I do, I’ll put a ring on both your fingers.”

Finn cupped his jaw softly with one hand. “And who says it’ll be you that proposes first?”

Logan’s grin was a bit fond, a bit mischievous. “Because it’s a competition. And I like to win.”

Finn’s eyebrows shot up. “Is that right?”

“Ouais.” 

“Hm.” Finn leaned down to kiss Logan, then turned Leo’s face to kiss him, too. “We mean it, sunshine,” he mumbled against Leo’s mouth. “We don’t want to do anything without you, preferably not ever.” With a last kiss, he pulled back and smiled. “So let’s start by having you get out of this tiny apartment.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “It’s not that bad.”

“You’re right, it’s not.” Finn stood straighter, a hand still on each of them, to look around the space. “We’ve got a bigger kitchen, though, so ha-ha.”

“You do,” Leo said.

“We do,” Logan corrected. He tugged on Leo’s hair gently. “It’s yours now, too, soleil. Anything you want.”

Leo smiled and looked at them both. Finn had moved to stand in front of the chair beside Logan, so Leo had a view of both of their gorgeous faces. He leaned closer, warm from the weight of Logan’s body and Finn’s hand on his ribs, to catch their eyes. “What if I just want you?”

Finn’s eyes were delighted. “Can do that, baby, easy.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed. He kissed Leo’s temple. “Toujours, mon amour.”

“Mm.” Leo ran a hand up and down Logan’s warm back. “So, we’re really doing this? I’m moving in? You’re taking a break?”

“Fuck yes, we’re doing this.” Finn sounded relieved. “I want to do nothing else but relax and wait for you to come home from work, Le, so we can kiss you hello.”

Leo shrugged. “Sounds good to me. Lo?”

“Mm, ouais.” Logan wrapped his arms around Leo’s shoulders and tucked his face into his neck. “You can join our gym.”

Leo snorted. “Of course that’s what you’re thinking of right now.”

“I want to go to the gym with you!” 

Leo could feel Logan’s pout against his skin and kissed the side of his head. “Whatever you want, sweetheart. I’ll go to the gym with you.”

Logan just let out a pleased sound and settled himself further onto Leo’s lap. Leo caught Finn’s eye, who was looking at them both fondly, and they smiled at each other. Finn sighed, then bent down to kiss the tops of their heads. “Okay. You two wanna finish dinner? Then we can take a look at finishing out Leo’s lease and when we can move stuff in.” He bounced on his toes excitedly. “Oh, I can’t wait, this is awesome!”

 Leo laughed. “Sure is, honey.” He patted Logan’s hip. “Let’s finish eating, Lo, then we can cuddle and get some logistics done.”

Logan sighed, but complied, kissing Leo’s neck before going to sit in his chair again, kissing Finn, too, along the way. “We did good, mon rouge.”

“So good.” Finn turned to Leo and kissed him briefly before sitting down. “You’re so gorgeous, Le, baby.”

Leo blushed and picked up his fork. “And you’re a sweet talker, Heartthrob O’Hara.”

Finn winked and nodded to Leo’s plate. “Eat up, babe, we got a sexy night of finances to get to.” He waggled his eyebrows. “And maybe a sexy night of other activities, too.”

Leo just shook his head fondly and speared a piece of chicken.

***

Four months later

“Wow, those disguises of yours sure are secretive.”

Finn smiled at Cassie widely, taking off his sunglasses and lowering the scarf from around his nose. “Thanks, Cass. Looking stunning as usual.”

Cassie raised her eyebrows at Leo before smiling back at Finn. “Why thank you, Finnegan.”

“That is not my name.”

“It is until you give me the number of that hot friend of yours from that dinner you hosted last week.”

“Percy?” Logan asked as he took off his own sunglasses. 

“Yep. Very cute, even though he was a bit awkward.”

Finn barked out a laugh as he unzipped his backpack. “Yeah, he’s usually not like that. And I already gave him your number.”

Cassie smiled. “Perfect. I’ll be sure to go easy on him.” She patted Leo’s head and pushed her chair back. “I’ve got a meeting, but I’ll see you later, Le? We’ve got that meeting for the piece with that sexy Olympic diver.”

Leo nodded and saluted. “You got it, boss, I’ll see you at three.”

Cassie waved good-bye to Finn and Logan before she was out of the office door. Leo waited until it had closed behind her before standing and crossing in front of his desk to wrap his arms around Finn’s waist. “Hi, sweetheart,” he said into a quick kiss. He moved to wrap Logan up and kiss him, too. “And my other sweetheart. How was your day?”

“Good,” Finn said, unpacking the bag he’d brought with him. “Had that virtual meeting after our run this morning, after you left. We’re gonna fund a charity run for the Trevor Project in April. Then we went for a walk, wrote for a little bit.”

“Mm,” Leo said. Logan still had him in an embrace, so he caught Finn’s eye over Logan’s shoulder. “Anything good?”

Finn shrugged. “I don’t know, something about some hottie with blond hair and blue eyes. Could be Lo’s imaginary friend, though, you never know.”

That got Logan to pull back and face Finn with a slight scowl. “I don’t have an imaginary friend.” 

“Not according to what Noelle told me, about when you were a kid. How’s Jacques these days?”

Logan groaned and dropped his head back with a curse. “Merde, I can’t believe she told you.”

Finn grinned and finished laying out their food. He reached out and took Leo’s hand to pull him over. “We got you your favorite banh mi from that little place you like, and an oatmeal raisin cookie from the bakery down the street. Good?”

Leo smiled and kissed his cheek. “Excellent, I love you. Thank you.”

Finn looked pleased. “Good. Let’s eat.”

They ended up sitting around the desk, Leo across from them in his big chair and Finn and Logan in two on the other side. Their conversation was gentle and mundane, as it so often was when they visited Leo for lunch, but Leo took special pride in how much joy he felt from living a daily, domestic life. So much of the first year and a half of being with them had been fanfare and travel and trying to avoid the spotlight as much as possible, which was hard to do when dating two of the sexiest and most talented, in Leo’s opinion, men in the world. There had been stretches where Leo, unable to take time off of work to travel, had been left alone in New York, video chatting with them every free second they all had. It was worth it, but tiring, and so moving into their penthouse and being there while Finn and Logan took time off from work did settle something in Leo, just like Logan had said it would the day they asked him. 

Leo looked across his desk at them, Logan laughing as Finn told a story of some kind, and felt himself soften. These kind, silly, dorky, beautiful boys had chosen him, kept choosing him, made it a point in their relationship to emphasize that, if given the choice, they would both choose him over and over again. It warmed Leo through and filled him up with so much joy he didn’t know what to do with it all.

They must have noticed him spacing out, because Logan set down his sandwich for a moment to reach and touch Leo’s forearm with his warm fingers. “Le? Ça va?”

Leo shook himself out of his trance. “Yeah, sorry.” He settled back into his chair and grinned at them. “Just love you.”

Logan smiled back at him. “We love you, too.” He tilted his head to look at Leo, then at Finn. “I’d like to take you on a date tomorrow. To go skating.”

Leo laughed. “I can’t skate well, oh God.”

“Non, non, I’ll teach you! I’ll hold your hands.” Logan looked excited, which wasn’t normal for him outside of a competitive situation. “We can disguise ourselves easily with winter clothes, and it gets dark early, so we can go out to dinner, too, and not have to worry as much.”

Finn nodded eagerly. “Sounds good to me, baby.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Hm, maybe I put on a British accent, just to fake everyone out.”

Leo winced. “Please no, honey. I love you so much, but your accents are terrible.”

Finn stuck his tongue out. “Ha-ha.” He pulled out his phone. “I’ll have Paul come and watch us from afar, just to be safe, he loves to skate. I’ll pay for him and his wife to come and have some fun.”

“Hey, this is my date I’m taking you on,” Logan protested with a kiss to Finn’s cheek. “I do the planning.”

Finn typed on his phone for a moment longer before setting it down. He took Logan’s face in his hands and pressed kisses to his skin repeatedly. “Sorry, sorry, I promise, I’m done. Wine, dine, and sixty-nine us tomorrow all you want, baby.”

Logan captured Finn’s lip in a real kiss before looking at Leo. “Soleil? Sounds good?”

“Ouais, sounds good,” Leo said, taking another bite of his sandwich. “I really can’t skate for shit, though, so I’ll need help.”

“As far as I’m concerned,” Finn said with a smirk, “that’s just an excuse to get our hands all over you. No problems on my end.” 

“One lunch,” Leo laughed. “I want one lunch without any sexual innuendos, please. For my birthday or something.”

Finn pouted. “But that’s half my material! I can’t help it if I see you and they just pop into my head.”

Leo shook his head fondly. “One lunch, O’Hara, I challenge you. And if you do it, you’ll get a surprise.”

Finn sat at attention. “What kind of surprise?”

Leo shrugged innocently. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Finn closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hanging his head back. “Fuck, you can’t say things like that when we are in an office, baby.”

Leo wiped his hands on a napkin. “I’ll have you know, it’s my office, with shades. And the door locks. And I have disinfecting wipes, just in case, and leather chairs.”

Logan looked between them and the door. “How much time do you have left on your break?”

Leo stood to walk around to the other side. He didn’t miss the way both Finn and Logan spread their legs a little and smiled. “Enough.” He bent to whisper in Logan’s ear. “Go lock the door and lower the blinds, sweetheart, and take off your shirt. I’ll get started on our redhead.”

Logan’s eyes glazed over briefly before he shot up, reaching for the door handle with one hand and behind him to grip his shirt fabric in the other. Leo chuckled and looked down to Finn, who was wetting his lips with his tongue. “This okay?”

Finn just looked him up and down. “You know, Le, baby, I kind of like visiting you at work.”

Leo nudged their noses together as he felt two other hands come up from behind to work on his belt. “I like you visiting me at work, too.”

“Off,” Logan said, voice low and his lips kissing wetly at Leo’s neck. “Off, please, allez.”

Leo smiled, giving Finn one last wink, before reaching behind himself to help Logan remove his shirt. He was a lucky man, indeed. 

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

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

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

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

Credits to @lumosinlove

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

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

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

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

Leo smiled right back. “Hi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Notre soleil.” 

“You’re still hogging him!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Much.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Je t’aime.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One of ur asks by an anon said something like “Leo’s always the comforter” and I agree but it’s because he’s SO GOOD AT COMFORTING!! He’s so perceptive and caring and SO SO SWEET HE ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT TO SAY!!! so can we get some instances of Leo being the perfect boyfriend/husband to his boys?? They deserve it so much !(just like he deserves them!)

- sincerely the captain of the “LEO KNUT IS A *PERFECT* ANGEL” ship

I am SO glad for this ask, because I've had this idea in my head for a while that Finn LOVES forever, but he doesn't know if his boys are as enthusiastic as him, if that makes sense? Like, he is so obsessed with them, and becomes more obsessed with them each day, like he's stuck in this eternal honeymoon phase, and he's worried that they don't feel as fiercely as he does. He knows they love him, OBVIOUSLY, and that they always will, but he's worried this passion that he feels isn't reciprocated and that his boys won't be satisfied emotionally, physically, and mentally in the way he knows he will always be.

And who better to comfort him than a little (tall) ray of sunshine (Logan is there, too, duh, but he's a sleepy head who hasn't had coffee, so he's not much help for a few minutes, haha!)?

So after a REALLY long introduction, have some conflicted Harzy and a fondly exasperated nutter butter (and a tired grumpy Tremz). :)

TW: mentions of nefarious activities and HEALTHY DISCUSSION about them, but nothing explicit, as per!

Credits to @lumosinlove <3

P.S. Anon, you're SO FUNNY for the "leo is a ____ angel" hashtag shout out, haha! I try and do a different one each post. I think I've done it for all but two or three, and it's so fun to think of them!

“Le, are you bored?”

Leo looked up from his, frankly perfect, hangover breakfast, to look Finn in the eye. “Huh?”

“Like, are you- I don’t know, bored of this?”

Leo took another bit of his pancake and a piece of bacon. “Of what, sweetheart?”

There was a brief silence in which Finn bit the inside of his cheek nervously. “Us?”

“Woah.” Leo’s fork clattered against his plate. He spun in his high top chair to face Finn directly and take his hands. “Woah, honey, no. Where is this coming from?”

Finn let out a nervous breath and looked down into his lap. “When you- yesterday, at the festival, during the Wallows set…” He shrugged. “I don’t know, you just sang that one song really loud? With Regulus?”

“‘Cause it’s a good song honey. And Reg loves that band.”

Finn nodded. “I know. I know, but it just got me thinking…” He looked up at Leo through his lashes with worried brown eyes. “Are you bored? In this relationship?” His breath hitched. “I don’t want you to be bored.”

Despite himself, Leo smiled. “Oh, honey no.” He drew Finn into a hug. “No, Finn, of course I’m not bored. That’s not possible with you around.” He kissed the side of Finn’s head. “Did you think that I was?”

Finn shrugged. “I don’t know. You just sang the song really excitedly.”

Leo laughed. “‘Cause it’s a good song, honey, like I said. I really liked it in high school.” 

“Yeah, but- you’d tell me if you’re bored, right, peanut?”

“Oh, you’re so sweet.” Leo pulled back to hold Finn’s face in his hands. His cheeks were a little wet under Leo’s lips when he kissed them. “Of course I would, baby, but I’m telling you, that’s not gonna happen.” He smiled gently. “You’re really worried about this, aren’t you?”

Finn nodded, his mouth forming a little pout. “Yeah.” He looked at Leo’s face for a moment, his fingers twitching on Leo’s back. “And you don’t- you don’t get bored during sex, do you?”

Leo laughed, tucking Finn’s face into his neck once more. “Oh, baby.”

“It’s not funny!”

“No, no, it’s not, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” Leo bit his lip against a grin as Finn let out another wet sound into his neck. “Finn, baby, I promise I don’t get bored. You’re so good to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course.” He squeezed Finn tighter. “You make me feel so good, baby, every time.” He turned his head to whisper in Finn’s ear. “And if something doesn’t feel so good, or we don’t want something, we talk and we change it up. Or we try something new. You know Lo and I are especially partial to that vibrator you got us.”

Finn laughed wetly into his neck and pressed into Leo harder. “Yeah, you are.” He let out a sigh. “It’s just- we haven’t had sex in a while.”

Leo snorted. “Like, five days, sweetheart.”

“But that’s a long time.”

“Eternity.”

Finn pinched his side and sighed. “I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”

Leo felt himself soften. “Yeah, baby, it’s okay. We were just really busy this week, I think, with your students’ exams, and Lo and I starting summer training and deep cleaning the apartment. And then we had the festival the past few days, and now we’re all hungover. It just happens, sometimes.”

“It’s still too long.”

“I agree,” Leo placated, cupping the back of Finn’s head gently. “Way too long.” After a moment of silence, Leo kissed Finn’s shoulder. “Tell you what, sweetheart. Let’s eat and go for a walk, let ourselves work off this hangover, then we’ll spend the next few days just doing nothing but being together, okay? I’ll take you both to that nice steak restaurant you like tonight, then we’ll come back here and see how we feel. And if we want to have sex, we have sex, and if we don’t, we don’t.” He grinned against Finn’s jaw and bit it. “But I have a feeling it’ll be the former.”

Finn laughed and nodded, pulling back to wipe his flushed cheeks. “Yeah, me, too.” He leaned forward and kissed Leo gently, then took his hands and kissed his rings. “Thank you, Le, baby. I’m sorry I was so worried.”

Leo shook his head. “Don’t be, sweetheart, it’s okay. Lo and I are so lucky to have a husband who cares about our pleasure so much.” He squeezed Finn’s fingers and touched their temples together. “But you don’t have to worry, Finn. We’ll be old and gray and still want you.”

Finn kissed him quickly. “Promise?”

“Promise.” Leo kissed him once, twice, three more times before pulling back and turning towards his plate. “Now, eat your breakfast, c’mon. Lo will wake up soon, then we can get ready and go for our walk.”

Finn nodded. “Okay.” He bumped his head against Leo’s shoulder. “I love you.”

Leo kissed the top of his head. “I love you, too.”

From behind them, there were footsteps, and a few seconds later Leo felt two arms come and wrap around his shoulders. A head bumped into the back of his neck with a groan. “Café.”

Leo smiled and turned to kiss Logan’s forehead. “In the coffee maker, sweetheart. I put your plate in the oven to keep it warm.”

“Merci.” Logan came around to kiss Leo slowly, then Finn, slumping into his side with another groan. “Ça va?”

“Yeah.” Finn rested their heads together and wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist. He looked up at Leo. “Love you.”

“Mm, je t’aime.” Logan stretched and went to go pour his coffee and get his plate. “What are we doing today?”

“Each other, hopefully.” Leo jumped when Logan accidentally slammed the oven door shut with a bang then straightened, blinking hard. He laughed at him. “Just kidding. Well, kind of.” Leo settled a hand on Finn’s thigh and rubbed. “It’s just been a while. We were thinking of going for a walk today, then I’ll take you out for dinner at the nice steak place. Sound good?”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded. He was still flicking his eyes between them. “But what about-?”

Leo winked. “That can happen after if you want.”

Logan moved his head more rapidly now. “Ouais, I want.” He sighed and walked around the counter again to set his plate down, then practically fell against Leo’s side. “It’s been forever. I want you.”

Leo shook his head fondly. “You’re so dramatic.” He kissed Logan’s cheek and patted his hip firmly. “C’mon, sweetheart, go sit and eat. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

Logan sighed and went to sit on Finn’s other side, moaning when he took a bite of pancake and eggs. “Délicieux.”

Leo smiled at Logan for a moment before looking at Finn. “Good?”

Finn nodded, a small smile on his face. “Good. I’m good.” He considered for a second before kissing Leo’s shoulder. “Are you good?”

Leo nodded. “I’m so good, baby. I’m so good.”

“Good.”

“What is going on?”

Leo and Finn turned to look at Logan, who was shoveling food in his mouth so fast that Leo was certain he wasn’t even chewing. They laughed and Finn nudged him. “We’ll get some food in you first and tell you.”

“Mm, ouais.” Logan swallowed and looked up at them. “Are you sure we can’t have sex before our walk and after dinner?”

Leo grinned mischievously. He looked at Finn, winked, then stood and began to walk towards the bathroom. “You know, I think a shower is just what I need right now.”

There was a curse from them both as they both tried to finish eating. Leo had just pulled his shirt off when forks were clinking and there was the sound of plates being put in the sink. He smiled to himself and turned the shower on. 

“Boys, I’m getting in!” 

And at the sound of thudding footsteps, Leo felt his chest warm and turned his face up to the spray, yearning for the moment where he felt their skin on his.

No, he thought to himself. No, he’d never get bored of this. 

hiii!!

i’m living for angst recently…. give us anything at all that’s gonna make me sob please!!! perhaps something tremzy centric because i love making him suffer!!!!

thank you!! 💕 (sorry i’m heartless)

Damn, y'all are really making poor Tremzy go THROUGH IT lately, give my guy a breeeeeaaaaaaak!!!!!!!!

Have some angsty recently married Cubs bringing Lolo to NYC for the hockey season. :(

I LOVE seeing all your messages and asks, I smile so big when I see the notifs!

Credits to @lumosinlove

“Okay. Okay, you got everything? Nothing left in the car from yesterday?”

“Ouais, soleil.”

“And you’ve got your tea in the cupboard. I bought you your tea, right?”

Logan smiled from his place at the kitchen counter, leaning back into Finn’s chest. “Ouais, mon amour.”

“Good.” Leo spent another moment fussing through the kitchen cabinets before he turned towards them, nodding satisfactorily. “Good, alright, you’re all set. You call us if you forgot anything, okay?”

“Mhm.” Logan reached out a hand. “Ici, Le.” 

Leo walked around to stand beside them, leaning down to cup Logan’s jaw. His eyes flitted over Logan’s face, a bit sad at the edges, even though he was smiling. Logan could feel the cool metal of his rings against his jaw, and he reached up to rub his thumb along them. Leo let out a breathy laugh. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. He tilted his head up for a soft kiss. “You have to go,” he whispered against Leo’s mouth.

Finn squeezed him tighter with a shaky breath. “No.”

“Ouais, yes. Leo has his first practice tomorrow. You have to go get your classroom ready.”

“No.”

Logan bit his lip against the oncoming tears. “Finn-”

“We just got married.” Logan could feel Finn’s tears falling against the fabric of his shirt- Leo’s shirt. “It’s not fair, we just got married.”

“Sweetheart,” Leo said gently, reaching out to run a hand through Finn’s hair. “Lo’s right. We don’t want to drive home in the dark.”

“But home is right here.” 

“Mon rouge.” Logan boosted himself out of the chair and turned to face Finn. He cupped his cheeks, red from his crying, and wiped away the tears sticking to his skin. “Sh, mon rouge, c’est bien. It’s okay, baby.” 

“I don’t want to leave you.”

Logan drew him into a tight hug. “I know, sh, I know. Mon mari.”

Leo pressed against Logan’s back and they stood there for a few minutes, just breathing. This part was always difficult; Logan had had half a mind to move back to New York all by himself this year, but Leo and Finn had shot that down quickly enough, and so the day before they had accompanied him to move all his stuff. Logan couldn’t say he wasn’t grateful for them coming, and was certainly grateful for today, when they’d spent the whole day inside, wrapped in each others’ bodies. Newlywed bliss was as heady and lovely as Logan had imagined, but he felt he had spent the whole summer with a clock floating above his head, waiting for the hand to strike midnight when they would have to separate and navigate being husbands- husbands- across distance. And now, with Finn shaking and falling apart in his arms, and Leo’s chest heaving as he not-so-subtly began to cry as well, Logan momentarily cursed the love he had for the sport that he played.

“D’accord.” Logan kissed the side of Finn’s head firmly. “D’accord, it has to happen sometime.”

Leo nodded against his neck. “We’re gonna miss you. Call us every morning.”

“Mon soleil,” Logan said, reaching back to scratch a hand through Leo’s curls. “I’ll call you every hour.” 

That made Leo laugh wetly. “Okay. Okay, that sounds good.” He bent his neck slightly and Logan craned his to meet him, brushing their lips together. “I love you so much.”

Logan smiled against his mouth. “I love you, too, Le.” 

Finn made a wounded sound against his neck. “Lo.”

“Sh, sh, Finn.” Logan laced his fingers through Finn’s hair to pull his head up and look at him. His cheeks were wet again and Logan kissed the purple under his eyes. “Je t’aime. Je t’aime, toujours, je t’aime.”

“I love you,” Finn gasped. “I love you, I love you both so much. This is-” He let out a groan and let his head fall back into Logan’s touch. “This is so hard, I don’t want to do this.”

“Hey,” Logan said. He tugged on Finn’s waves gently, even as tears began to roll down his own cheeks. “I’ll call you every morning and every night. I’ll send you a picture on every run I take, of every new bistro I go to, of every new drink I try and don’t like because you didn’t make it for me. D’accord?” 

Finn’s eyes blinked slowly and he nodded, studying Logan’s face. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay.” Finn leaned down and kissed him hard. “I love you,” he whispered, voice shaky. 

Logan ran his hands down Finn’s arms until they could lace their fingers together. “Je t’aime.”

Leo’s arms squeezed once around his waist. “It’s time.”

Logan nodded, kissing Finn’s hands before turning and stepping on Leo’s feet gently. He wrapped his arms around his neck and brought him down into a hug. “Drive home, please,” he whispered in French into Leo’s ear. “He’s going to fall asleep in the car.”

Leo laughed. “Ouais, he is.” 

Emotionally exhausting days made Finn tired, whether they were happy or sad. The day of their wedding, in the middle of the reception, Leo and Logan had had to take him into the dressing room at their venue and coax him into taking a nap on the too-small couch.

Tonight, however, he would be the feverish kind of tired and would no doubt fall asleep as soon as they hit the highway. It would be safer for Leo to drive, even if that didn’t provide Logan comfort, either- when Leo was emotionally exhausted, he couldn’t sleep. During away games, Logan knew he often didn’t. Until Finn retired, Leo hadn’t slept in a hotel room without one of them since making it to the NHL. At least Finn, when Leo was on the road, got to come home to a familiar apartment, or he went to visit Logan for the weekend. And Logan was used to it; he’d slept in the same room with different teammates since Harvard, and now he roomed with Alex on roadies. But Leo… Logan hugged him harder at the thought of him alone in an unfamiliar bed. 

“Mon soleil,” Logan said urgently. “You have to call me, d’accord? When you- when you can’t sleep, when you’re alone on roadies. I don’t want you to be alone.”

“I promise.” Leo squeezed him just as tightly, his cold nose seeking out the warmth of the skin of Logan’s neck. He pressed a smile there, too. “Oh, I love you so much. Mon mari.”

Logan smiled, too, and pulled back to look at him, blue eyes crystal clear and bright, even in the hard moments. Logan never thought he’d be so grateful for that. “Oui. Mon mari.”

When Leo kissed him, Logan shuddered at the warmth that washed over his body. Leo had one hand in his hair, one wrapped around his waist to draw their bodies together, needing to be closer. Logan let his arms drape over Leo’s shoulders and arched into his touch. It was the kind of kiss he had definitely seen in a movie- a desperate goodbye, happy and sad and in love in equal measure. Logan moved to hold Leo’s face firmly in his hands. He brushed his thumb over his sharp jaw, under his eyes where the skin would turn purple and puffy later tonight, along the slightly textured skin of his cheeks that Leo hated but Logan loved, because everything about Leo was absolutely beautiful. 

Logan kept Leo close to him for one more lingering press of their lips. He didn’t let them pull away very far from each other, just enough to touch their foreheads together. “Je t’aime.”

Leo kissed him once more, quick but sure. “I love you. I’ll see you in a few weeks, right? Preseason game?”

“Ouais.”

“And you’ll see Finn in two weeks, when he comes to visit?”

Logan smiled at Leo’s rambling. He was a bit tense under Logan’s hands. “Ouais.”

“I left you some leftovers in the fridge. Please remember to eat, Lo, and you call me if you need help, ‘kay? I’ll help you cook, I’ll send you recipes, I’ll-”

Logan interrupted him with one more kiss, feeling as Leo finally relaxed into him. “I will. I love you.”

“Okay.” Leo pressed his lips to Logan’s forehead softly. “I love you. See you in a few weeks.”

Logan hummed, running his hand through Leo’s hair. A noise from their sides made them both look over. Finn was standing there, his fist pressed to his mouth, as more tears rolled down his cheeks. The fact that he was still beautiful broke Logan’s heart. “Rouge.”

“Sorry.” Finn sniffed and wiped his eyes. “God, I’m sorry, it’s just- the sight of you two together, I just can’t.”

Leo held his arm open. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Finn just about fell into them, one arm gripping Leo’s waist and the other up around Logan’s back, coming to clutch at his hair and press their temples together. “I love you so much.”

Logan kissed his cheeks. “Je t’aime. I’ll see you in two weeks.”

“Two weeks.”

“Mhm.” Logan brought their mouths together. Finn always kissed differently when they said goodbye: a little desperate, a little frantic. It was the only time when Logan and Leo had to direct him into what he wanted, too upset to do so himself. Logan rested his thumb firmly against Finn’s chin and dipped his head down. Finn responded beautifully, his mouth going softer, more heated. With one last sigh and deep press of their mouths, Logan pulled away and kissed his forehead. “Take care of each other.”

Leo nodded. “Always, Lo.” He let them go to grab the duffle bag he and Finn were sharing, hefting it onto his shoulder. His eyes were wet as he looked at the two of them, but he still smiled. “Okay. Time to go.” 

Logan took Finn by the hand and walked him over, then took Leo’s and brought them to his mouth, kissing their rings. “I love you. Call when you get back to Gryff.”

“Ouais.” Leo opened the door and turned to face them, holding his hand out to Finn. “Let’s go, sweetheart.”

Finn nodded, his lips still in that little pout that meant he was really upset. Logan stood on his toes and kissed it. “Je t’aime.”

“I love you.” Finn drew him in for one more hug, laced their fingers, then reached his other hand out to take Leo’s. “See you soon.”

Logan squeezed his fingers. “See you soon.” He looked up to Leo. “Have a good start to the season.”

“You, too, honey.” Leo leaned down and kissed him softly once more. “I love you.”

“I love you.” 

Finn held onto Logan’s fingers until he physically couldn’t. “Love you.”

Logan smiled and leaned his head against the doorframe. He felt like his chest was starting to become cold. “Je t’aime.”

He watched them until they disappeared into the elevator, Leo waving goodbye once more. Finn was leaning heavily into his side, obviously trying to hold back any more tears until they got to the car. Leo kissed the top of his head lovingly. That was the last image Logan had of them until the elevator doors closed. 

With a heavy sigh, Logan closed the door and leaned against it, running his hands through his hair. His fingers twitched. He needed something to do to stop the ache in his chest.

Eating dinner was simply just going through the motions. It was early still, around five in the evening, but Logan didn’t really know what else to do to occupy himself. He didn’t want to play videogames. He didn’t want to watch a movie. Instead, he sat in silence at his counter, letting the warmth of Leo’s bolognese sauce settle over his tongue. Every now and then, his phone lit up with a notification, and he got to look at the lock screen. It was of Leo, Finn, and himself at their wedding. Logan was in between them, his favorite place, one hand laced with Finn’s behind him and one hand on Leo’s chest, looking up and smiling at something Leo had said to make him laugh. He could feel the phantom warmth of Finn on his back, the sure grip of Leo’s palms on his hips. The photo hadn’t even been staged- Noelle had simply caught them at the right time with her phone camera. It had been just before dinner, when the sun was still out, and they hadn’t worn themselves out talking and dancing and eating and laughing. Logan wanted to go back to that moment and exist in it forever, just a little bubble of their own making.

He yawned. It was definitely not even six o’clock, but he felt like he needed a nap. An hour would do the trick- then he would be awake for Leo and Finn’s phone call. He put his dishes in the sink to be washed the following morning and went to change into a pair of Finn’s boxers and Leo’s Saints sweatshirt that he’d left him. Leo would encourage him to get ready for bed now, even if he was planning on waking up again. He knew Logan hated waking up with a bad taste in his mouth. 

Brushing his teeth alone was still a feeling that made the hairs of his neck stand on edge. Logan was waiting for Finn’s hand to run through his hair, for Leo to bump their hips together from beside him. He missed the way Leo would break them each a string of floss, something that Logan and Finn had, admittedly, not started doing until they started dating him. What Logan would do to have Leo’s bright white smile flashing at him in the reflection of the mirror. To have Finn make fun of the water he dumped on the sink counter when he washed his face, or the way he laughed when Logan inevitably got soap in his eyes and pleaded for a towel. The way Leo would take moisturizer on his knuckle and dot it over Logan’s cheeks, sealing the cream with a kiss on his nose. 

Logan’s head throbbed. He let out a soft groan and reached into his medicine cabinet, flapping around for his bottle of ibuprofen. He popped two pills into his mouth and drank from the sink faucet, forcing them down his throat. He winced- he hated the feeling of pills going down his throat. Finn had been making fun of him for it since they’d met.

Logan sighed, then turned off the light and dragged himself to his bedroom. Leo had left his childhood stuffed duck, Charlie, on the pillows. Logan had been embarrassed the first time Leo had brought Charlie over, but he had become essential during the lonely nights when Logan needed something to hug. Charlie was tiny, and wasn’t as warm as either of his husbands, but he was the same color as Leo’s hair, and Leo had stitched an ‘F’ and an ‘L’ over his heart as a surprise for Logan last Valentine’s Day, when it had corresponded with the All Star break. Logan smiled and pulled back the covers, squeezing Charlie to his chest and pressing a kiss over the letters. His eyes started to shut against his will, his body heavy and warm underneath the blankets. 

Between one moment and the next, without even realizing it, he was asleep. 

***

Some time later, Logan awoke to a pitch black bedroom. He grunted, wincing when his back popped as he stretched, Charlie still firmly held in his hands. Logan let him fall to his chest and looked at him with a soft smile. He was sat and slumped over, obviously worn a little with love. Logan went to reach for his phone to send a picture to- Leo. He was waiting for Leo, and Finn, to call. He sat up straight and picked up his phone from his bedside table. 11:30.

Logan cursed. His boys were definitely home, and Finn, at the very least, was probably asleep. He sat up a little bit, pulling Charlie to sit in the crook of his elbow, and opened his messages with Leo. You awake?

The response was almost immediate. Yeah.

Logan hit the video call button less than a second later, tapping his toe anxiously. When Leo answered, he was in their living room, dark circles under his eyes. He smiled softly. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Salut.” Logan shifted to slouch further against the pillows. He tilted the phone down. “Regarde, look who I have.”

Leo smiled wider. “Aw, look at you two. You fall asleep?”

“Ouais, I’m so sorry,” Logan said quickly. He shook his head. “I was exhausted.”

“I’m sure,” Leo laughed gently. “You and Finn both fall asleep when you have tough days.”

Logan made a noise of dissent. “It wasn’t all tough. Not the morning.”

Leo softened. “No. No, it wasn’t.” His eyes flitted over Logan’s face. “Did you eat?”

“Ouais.”

“Did you get ready for bed?”

Logan narrowed his eyes. “Ouais. I know what you’re doing.”

“I will force you to take care of yourself, even if we are three hours away, sweetheart, you know this.” He winked. “You married me.”

Logan felt the hard sensation in his chest melt a little. “Ouais. I did.” He looked at Leo for a moment before licking his lips. “Fish?”

“Asleep, honey. We barely finished dinner and he was nodding off.”

As if on cue, a slightly panicked voice sounded from off the screen. “Le?”

Leo winced. “Yikes, shouldn’t have left him alone in bed.” He stood from the couch, his eyes looking over the phone as he entered their bedroom. Logan admired the sharp angle of his jaw and chin as he smiled reassuringly at Finn. “Hi, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

“Is that Lo?”

“Yeah, hold on.” There was some shuffling, the click of a lamp turning on, and then Logan was watching as Leo settled down onto the bed, pulling Finn’s head to rest against his chest. Finn also had purple under his eyes and his hair was mussed in the way it got after he’d slept heavily. He blinked slowly and yawned. Leo kissed his head. “Say hi, honey.”

Finn let out a heavy sigh, his cheek squishing against Leo’s chest as he tried for a small smile. “Hi.”

“Oh, mon rouge,” Logan cooed. “You’re so sleepy.”

“Mm. Miss you.” He shifted to look up at Leo. “Did you sleep, baby?”

Leo’s cheeks reddened. “No.”

“Hm,” Finn grunted, then pushed himself up and away to shift onto his side. “C’mere.” 

Leo let out an oomph and a laugh as Finn dragged him back against his chest. They were sideways on the bed now, and Logan got to look at both of their tired, beautiful faces. He could feel the phantom sensation of their feet tangled with his own if he tried hard enough.

Finn pressed an exaggerated kiss on the back of Leo’s head and made a happy little sound. “Bone.” 

“Mon chéri,” Logan sighed. “Non, ton français n'est pas très bon.”

“Nom nom nom.” 

Leo giggled and snuggled further under their covers, blue eyes peeking out from under his curls. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded. “Just miss you.”

“You still got Charlie?”

Logan held up the toy and wiggled it in front of the camera. “Right here, soleil.”

“Good.” He shifted a bit. “I’m going to prop you up on a pillow, hold on.” He fiddled around for a minute, then had both of his hands free to hold Finn’s forearms, which were wrapped around his waist. “There. Now we can talk until we fall asleep.”

“Mm.” Logan shifted onto his own side and propped his phone on a couple of throw pillows, hugging Charlie close to his chest. He looked at Finn, who had his eyes closed and nose in Leo’s hair, then at Leo’s open eyes and their dark circles. “How do you feel, soleil?”

Leo sighed. “Tired. Awake. You know.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. “I know.” He smiled softly. “How about I tell you a story?”

Leo smiled back, sleepy and content. “Ouais. Sounds good. Fish?”

“Mm.”

Leo laughed, squeezing Finn’s hands and then looking at Logan. “That’s him saying yes, and that he loves you. We both do.”

Logan’s heart fluttered. Years and years of loving them and his heart still fluttered. “I love you, too. Close your eyes, mon soleil.” When Leo complied, Logan shifted to get comfortable, then took a deep breath. His husbands’ faces were peaceful on the other side of the screen.

“One day, Luke and I went running in Central Park. It was beautiful, sunny- the kind of day where you wanted to sit on the grass and tan. It was a month before I proposed to you. I had the rings and everything, buried in my sock drawer.” 

Logan saw Leo smile and heard Finn let out a content sigh, his hands flexing around Leo’s waist. Leo’s eyes blinked open briefly, like he couldn’t help it, before they shut again with a flutter of his golden lashes. Logan reached out and thumbed the screen, as if to touch them.

“There was a woman selling flowers. She sold them individually and in bouquets, I think. Lots of people were there buying them; when Luke and I went to look, they were all gone. Except two.” He bit his lip- against a laugh, against a sob, he didn’t know which. “Just two. A bright yellow daffodil and a red rose.” 

Leo made a sound in the back of his throat. “Lo.”

“Sh, mon soleil,” Logan hushed. Leo’s eyebrows were furrowed. “It’s all right.”

Leo nodded, then settled down again. Finn held him tighter. It made Logan’s heart ache.

“I bought them,” he whispered. “And I cut the stems like you showed me, Le, and put them in water in the tallest mug I had, because I don’t have a vase. And I sat and looked at them every day until they wilted. Or, they almost wilted.” He cleared his throat. “I left a gift for you. Under the bed, in a brown paper bag. Open it tomorrow, ouais?” At Leo’s affirmative sound, Logan laughed slightly. “It’s to remind you how much I love you.” He got closer to the camera and talked in a more hushed tone. “I love you, I love you, I love you…” 

He whispered to them until he saw Leo’s chest even out in sleep, then closed his own eyes, Charlie the duck held close to his chest.

***

The next morning, Logan awoke to a text and a picture in their group chat from Leo. It was of his and Finn’s forearms next to one another, the bracelets Logan got them on their wrists. They were made of brown cord with a dry preserved petal bead each: sunshine yellow that perfectly matched Leo’s golden skin, and deep red the exact same color as Finn’s hair. 

Thank you, sweetheart, Leo’s text read. We’re up, we love you, and call us when you’re awake.

Logan smiled and hit the video call icon once again.

NEED to read about Finn and leo in absolute awe of Logan’s muscles and how strong he is

You are so real for this ask, I fear.

Content warning for mention of nefarious activities, but, once again, nothing explicit!

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

“One more, baby. Yes, there you go.” 

Logan grunted as he pulled himself up one more time, the weights hanging heavily from the chain wrapped around his waist. Finn smacked his butt as he hopped to the ground once more.

“Atta boy, Tremz.”

Logan was breathing hard, but he smiled at Finn. “Merci.”

Despite the sweat covering both their bodies, Finn leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. “You make pull-ups look like light work.”

Logan laughed, using his shirt to wipe his sweat off. “Where's Le?”

“Doing mobility and flexibility stuff. He already did his big lifts.”

Logan groaned. “Fucking love when he does the splits.”

“You and me both.” Finn tapped his butt once more. “I'll go find him, then we'll leave, okay?”

“D'accord. I might do another set.”

“Ways, Lolo.” Finn skipped on his heel. “Be right back!” he sing-songed. 

He found Leo holding a lunge on some mats, a weight held out straight in his hands as he lifted his front leg over a block. Finn didn't really know what the movement was exactly, but he figured that it was to train his hip-flexors and ankles, which always worked over time from him dropping into the splits so often.

Not that Finn would complain about that.

Leo concentrated for a few more moments before he turned to Finn with a smile. He dropped the weight, and knelt on the mat, rocking back on his heels, relaxed. Finn's brain almost short-circuited with how easily he did that.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Leo said, reaching out a hand. “You all done?”

Finn took Leo's fingers and nodded. “Uh huh, just did some sprints on the bike. Lo's finishing some pull-ups.” He bent down to whisper in Leo's ear. “Do you have any idea how obscene you look right now?”

Leo's smile was confused. “What?”

Finn pulled back, waving his hand up and down. “You just- you just kneel like that all… all flexible and- fuck, what am I supposed to do?”

Finn could've sworn Leo stuck his butt out just a little as he leaned further back onto his thighs. “Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah!”

“How about I do it for you naked sometime?”

Finn's brain really did then short-circuit at the image. “Huh?” 

“You heard me.” Leo stood, replacing the weight and wiping his mat. His hamstring muscles were defined and straining as he bent over. When he straightened, he gave Finn a quick kiss on the mouth, a happy smirk on his face. “Let's go get Lo.”

Finn spun around to follow him, pointer finger in the air. “Oh, we are so revisiting that later.”

Leo winked at him from over his shoulder. He was just about to say something else when he stopped in his tracks. He blinked hard. “Whoa.”

‘Whoa’ was right. Because there was Logan, now bare-chested, rolling out his shoulders underneath the same pull-up bar as before. His muscles shifted beneath his skin with every movement, including when he turned to look at them. His teeth showed through when he smiled at Leo. “Salut, soleil.”

Leo just stared for a moment, then groaned and brought his hand up to his eyes. “Oh God.” He peeked through his fingers. “Oh God.”

Logan's cheeks flushed, but he looked pleased. He knew how good he looked. The whole world knew how good he looked. He caused lots of fumbling words and garnered lots of double takes whenever they went out in public, as though everyone was overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of him. Finn and Leo could relate, Finn supposed. They were just the lucky ones who actually had him, so ha ha.

They both watched as Logan turned towards the bar again, looking up as he jumped slightly to grasp onto it with his scarred knuckles. Finn went to stand by Leo. 

“You watching the show?”

“Uh huh.”

“This is the best show.”

“Uh huh.”

Finn nudged at his jaw with a laugh. “You got any other vocabulary up there?”

“Nope. I'm too busy watching the show.”

Finn hummed, wrapping an arm around Leo’s waist. They watched as Logan braced with his lats, rolling his shoulders back into a stable position, and pulled himself up towards the bar. Finn swore he could break the metal with those strong hands of his.

“Shit,” Leo whispered. “Look at his back.”

Indeed, it was a sight to behold. Every muscle fiber was on acute display as Logan repeated the motion, raising and lowering himself with practiced form. From this angle, they got a view of his muscular chest and abs, too, glistening with a sheen of sweat. His sharp jaw was clenched with the effort, moving slightly every time he breathed. Finn didn't really believe in any sort of heaven, but he didn't think that was really relevant when he was obviously currently existing in one right now.  

Leo and Finn watched for what felt like hours, but couldn't have been more than two minutes. Finally, after one last straining repetition, Logan let out a heavy breath and lowered himself to the floor. Immediately, he undid the chain, dropping it and the weight at his feet. He was still panting when he looked up at them. At their stunned expressions, he laughed. “What?”

Leo reached out to pull him to them, planting a firm kiss on his mouth. “Your muscles, honey, my Lord.”

Logan looked amused. “I thought you weren't a fan of sweaty kisses?”

Leo shook his head. “I can make an exception.” He kissed Logan again. “You can't just look so sexy and have me not do something about it.”

Logan hummed against his mouth then turned to Finn. “Et toi, mon rouge?”

Finn wrapped an arm firmly around his hips and pulled him flush to his body. “You already know how I feel about sweat and muscles.” He kissed Logan quickly, but deeply. “So sexy and strong.”

“We have to go home,” Leo said in a rush. He was staring at them with wide eyes and trying to cover himself with his water bottle and his long sleeved pull over he'd started the workout in. “You both just look- we have to go home.”

Logan went to put away the weights. “What about the sweaty sheets?”

“We can start in the shower,” Leo replied, a bit dazed. He was staring blatantly at where Logan was bent over. Finn couldn't blame him. “Jesus Christ, we have to go home.”

“Hm,” Finn said. He leaned in to whisper in Leo's ear. “And after we shower, do you think you could make good on your promise? Think you could kneel naked on the bed for me, baby?”

Leo sucked in a breath. “Go, go, let's go.”

Finn laughed loudly. “Lolo! Get your stuff, we gotta get out of here.”

“Allez,” Logan said. He shouldered his gym bag and led them towards the exit. “Ça va?”

And if Leo and Finn stared at the swell of his butt as he walked in front of them to their car- well, they were only human after all. And they had permission. Finn smiled, kissed each of their hot cheeks, and chirped the keys to unlock the doors.