I Know I’m Vaincre Finn And Logan Seem To Already Know About Leo’s Past With Jack Archer But I Don’t

sorry to add another prompt to your probably really long list but I was wondering if you could write something based on a thought I had the other day:

So basically was just thinking about how Finn and Logan are best friends and know everything about each other probably and I just thought it would be cute to see them learning things that maybe they didn’t know about Leo maybe they learn that he is a super fan of something or that he played a different sport besides hockey in highschool (maybe soccer or baseball?) or they learn that he can sing or do something else crazy idk. Just a little something of them learning more about him because I know a lot of people think him being the newest in the relationship is something he should be insecure about but I actually think it’s really beautiful that he has two people who fall in love with him and immediately want to know everything about him:)))

I’m just realizing this is word vomit but I’ll send it anyway lol thank you so much!!!

This was an AMAZING excuse to finally bring to life this headcanon I have about Leo, oh my gooooooooooosh!!!!!!! I have this idea that his entire family is really good at team sports. Like, Finn is good at running, obvs, and Logan is a lifting champ, but for Leo, sports in general just come so naturally, kind of the same as Captain Sirius Black. Basketball, football, soccer, lacrosse, baseball- it doesn't matter, he picks it up super quick. I also think his parents are big sports fans, so he is as well!

So have the Knut family (and Adele Dumais) absolutely tearing it up on the diamond, and Finn and Logan trying with all their might to REAL IN their adoration and surprise (and maybe conceal the fact that they are hot and bothered by Leo's competence, too). ;)

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Okay, team,” Finn said. “Bring it in, let’s go.”

He wrapped an arm around Logan and Louis’s shoulders as they all huddled in a circle. It had been Coach’s idea, a family softball game to start the summer, fifteen and older all welcome on the field. It was a mix of parents, siblings, children and players. There were even some veteran players; Hope Lupin, Celeste Dumais, and Thomas’ mom, Chelsea, had dusted off their old softball gloves from college and were on the opposing team. Finn knew it was all for fun, but he was going to keep his eye on them anyways. 

“Okay,” he said, leaning his head in. “This is just for fun, remember that… but we also want to win.” He looked around the circle. “A lot of you have siblings, parents, partners, or children on the other team, but that doesn’t mean you go any easier on them, okay?” He looked at Louis and Pascal first, then at Eloise. “We are not letting Celeste and Adele beat us out, or Leo. Or my brother. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Ouais,” Sirius agreed. He had his focus face on. “Remus is going down.”

“Geez,” Natalie said. “Your love sure is loud, Captain.”

Sirius turned bright red. “If I lose I have to cook dinner for a week.”

“And there it is,” Natalie laughed. She turned to Kasey. “Should’ve made a bet with Alexander.”

Kasey snorted. “Absolutely not, he is way too competitive.” He nodded to Finn. “We’re all ready.”

“Okay, hands in!” They all slapped their hands in the middle of the circle. Finn nodded his head satisfactorily. “Team on three, one, two, three…”

“Team!”

Finn slapped Logan’s back and rested his other arm over Eloise’s shoulder. “How we feeling, team? Ready to kick some nutter butter butt?”

Eloise looked at him in amusement. “I wouldn’t underestimate him, honey.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?” When she just shrugged and walked away, he turned to look at Logan frantically. “Lo, what did she mean?”

Logan ran a hand through Finn’s hair. “I’m sure it’s nothing, mon coeur. She just likes to mess with you.”

Finn nodded. “Right, right. Cool, okay, I’m good.”

Logan smiled and kissed his sweaty cheek. “Relax, rouge. It’s just a game.”

“A game that I am not losing. I’ve got my boyfriend and my brother on the other team. This is bragging rights on the line, Lo.”

“D’accord.” Logan soothed him with another kiss. “D’accord, baby, let’s go play.”

They were batting first, and Finn watched on bouncing toes as Pascal stepped up to the plate, eyes scanning the field. The outfield was composed of only hockey players- Alex, the tallest, at center; Remus in left field; Thomas in right. The infield was mostly people that actually played softball- Celeste at third, Chelsea at shortstop, Hope at second. Adele, who Pascal had said had a wicked vertical jump height was at first, eyes focused and narrowed at her father. Wyatt, almost as tall as his son, was laughing with Pascal at the plate, catcher’s uniform snuggly fitting his frame. Finn knew he’d be tricky. He played in an adult league, but so did Eloise, so Finn figured they were fairly evenly matched. On the mound, scanning the field with his devastatingly gorgeous blue eyes, stood the only non-softball player in the infield, who also happened to be Finn and Logan’s most beautiful muse and biggest competition. It was a curious choice, putting someone who didn’t play the game in as pitcher, but Finn sucked in a nervous breath anyways when Leo caught him staring and winked. 

“He’s just playing with you, Freckle.”

Finn turned to look at Natalie. “He’s up to something.”

She just sighed. “Let’s go, get your bat and warm up. You’re up next.”

Finn stood in the warm up box, idly swinging his bat between his hands. Layla blew her whistle, dressed in a black umpire uniform, and crouched behind Wyatt. Dumo raised his bat. He yelled something in French at Leo, who laughed before turning sideways and readying himself. Finn watched Wyatt make a motion with his hand, and his throat closed up. His eyes flicked to Leo, who just nodded before winding his arm back. Between one moment and the next, the ball had left his fingers in a perfect underhand and before Pascal could even blink it was flying straight over the plate and into the back of Wyatt’s glove. 

“Shit,” Finn said, eyes wide. “Oh fuck.”

“I told you honey,” Eloise said, patting his arm. “Don’t underestimate him.”

“Jesus Christ, Knut!” Thomas called from the outfield. “The fuck was that, you absolute beauty!”

Leo just smiled a little sheepishly and caught the ball his dad tossed him. Pascal was shaking himself out and readying for another pitch. He came close with his swing, but there was still the satisfying slap of the ball in Wyatt’s mitt. 

“Rouge.” Logan placed a hand on his lower back. “Rouge.”

Finn hung his head back with a groan and turned to face Logan. “We’re so screwed. Where the hell did he learn to pitch like that?”

Logan just looked at him. He had that determined expression on his face that he sometimes got when he was faced with genuine competition. He huffed out a breath and took Finn’s shirt in his hands and brought their faces close together. “Don’t let him scare you. You’ve got this, rouge.”

Finn tapped his helmet gently onto Logan’s head. “Got it, ten.”

There was another slapping sound and some whoops, and Pascal dejectedly walked back to the dugout. His face was amused, though. “Mon fil,” he said to Logan, slapping his back as he walked by. “That boy of yours can play.”

Logan just hung his head back with a huff. He smacked Finn’s butt and then gently shoved him toward the plate. “Allez, rouge.”

Finn would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous as he stepped up to the plate. Layla and Wyatt were laughing when he stepped up, and Layla looked at him with teasing eyes. “Looks like your lover boy has quite the arm.”

“Don’t fucking remind me.” He bounced a little and turned to Wyatt. “Where the hell did he learn to play like that?”

Wyatt laughed at him. “He played when he was little, but then he’d play in mine and Eloise’s league during the spring and summer when he could.” He looked fondly at his son. “He’s good, isn’t he?”

Finn narrowed his eyes. “Mhm.” 

He ignored Wyatt’s chuckle and set his feet, eyes on Leo on the pitcher’s mound. Leo was already looking back at him with mischievous blue eyes. Finn shook his head. He couldn’t get distracted. 

Leo’s expression turned serious before he hid his mouth and nose behind his glove. He nodded minutely, presumably at his father, before shifting. Finn took a deep breath and braced his shoulders.

The first pitch went right down the pipe, making a whistling sound as it passed by. Finn had been shocked when he saw the first pitch Pascal had taken, but it was nothing compared to actually being at the plate and experiencing it. Finn let out a surprised sound and stumbled back a bit.

“C’mon Harz!”

“Allez, Finn!”

He rolled out his shoulders and neck before stepping back up to the plate. This time, he timed his swing, and the ball bounced off his bat with a satisfying thwack! He dropped his bat and ran, but he was only halfway down the baseline before he watched the ball land efficiently in Adele’s glove on a throw from Chelsea, her foot sturdy on the plate. He groaned as he ran through. Adele just grinned at him and tossed the ball back to Leo. “Better luck next time, Finn.”

“Ha-ha.” He flicked her hat brim down before jogging back down the baseline. “Hey Knut! The fuck is up with that?”

Leo just played innocent and shrugged with a devious little smile. Finn hated that it made him look gorgeous.

Back at the dugout, Logan was waiting for him with his arms crossed and an intense look on his face. He winced when he saw Finn. “It’s all right, rouge.”

Finn huffed. “They’re all fucking all-stars or some shit. I thought this was supposed to be a fun game.”

Eloise laughed as she passed by, bat swinging in her hands. “Don’t take it so seriously, honey. You’ll be fine.” Then she was stepping up to the plate.

They cheered her on from the dugout, Sirius and Louis leading the charge and shaking the fence. They both had the same intense expression on their faces as Logan. It was clear they were all surprised by the advanced skills on the other team.

Finn and Logan stood close, shoulders touching as they watched Eloise tap her husband’s helmet playfully before sobering up, raising her bat. Leo smiled briefly before once again hiding his face with his mitt, blue eyes intense. The routine was the same: the settling of his feet, his arm winding up, the ball leaving his hands at an impressive speed, flying down the middle-

None of them were expecting the resounding crack of Eloise’s bat against the ball that sent it sailing over Leo’s head and into the outfield.

“Holy shit!” Finn yelled. He bounced up and down, cheering with the rest of their team. “Yeah, Eloise!”

She ran fast, clearing first and heading for second. Thomas had recovered the ball and threw it, landing it in Hope’s waiting glove just after Eloise’s foot touched the base. 

“Allez!” Sirius yelled. He was smiling gleefully now. “Double, Eloise, allez!”

“Holy shit,” Finn whispered to Logan. “Our in-laws are softball wizards or some shit.”

“Ouais,” Logan said back. He sighed and rolled his neck. “Allez, I’m up.”

Finn smacked his butt. “Go get ‘em.”

Logan ended up hitting a single into center field, Alex just mistiming the throw, and Adele caught it a second after Logan’s foot hit the base. He let out a shout and patted her head in celebration, and she just shoved him playfully, spewing what Finn assumed was some vulgar French trash talk, if the way her mother reprimanded her was anything to go by. She huffed, but threw the ball back to Leo. Finn scanned the field; Logan’s hit had advanced Eloise to third. They just needed one more hit and she’d be home.

“Okay,” Finn said. He patted Sirius’ shoulders as he went to step up to the plate. “Okay, Cap, you got this. No losing to Remus, remember?”

Sirius didn’t say anything, just nodded curtly. His gray eyes were focused and icy as he walked out. He raised his bat, expression unreadable.

Leo threw two perfect strikes, Sirius letting out a frustrated huff every time he swung and missed. The third pitch, however, landed right on his bat and the ball sailed overhead- and right into Remus’ glove.

“Oh, come on!”

Remus just laughed loudly at his husband as he and his team began to clear the field. “Gotcha, baby!”

Sirius gritted his teeth and turned back to the dugout. “Allez, we need to field well, let’s go.”

“Yikes,” Natalie said drily. “Captain Scary has made an appearance.”

Sirius just sucked his teeth and picked up his glove.

“Okay, listen up!” Kasey called. He read from his clipboard. “Nat, you’re pitching, Logan, you’re catch. Louis, you’re at short, Eloise at second. Cap, Dumo, Lyall, you’re all outfield. Cole’s at third, Finn’s at first.” He looked up at them all. “Everyone else, you’ll sit this inning out, and we’ll rotate you in the next one so everyone gets a turn.”

There was a shuffling of people putting their gloves on and light chatter, then they were jogging out onto the field to the cheers of some of their friends and family in the stands. Finn waved to his and Logan’s parents before taking his place on first base. It was close enough to the other dugout that he could hear them cheering, but he tried to focus in on the plate.

They warmed up with some throwing before Layla signaled it was time to get started. Noelle was up first, her long braids swishing against her back as she stepped up to the plate. She knocked her knuckles on Logan’s helmet and he looked up at her. Finn didn’t need to see his face to know he was scowling.

Natalie was a good pitcher. She threw straight, even if not as fast as Leo, and could throw a mean change-up. Noelle landed a pop hit into right field and took off running to cheers.

“Let’s fucking go, Christmas!” Thomas shouted. 

Finn watched as the ball landed just out of Sirius’ reach and he scrambled to pick it up. His throw was a bit wild, so Finn had to leave the base to catch it, allowing Noelle to just get there in time. She was breathing hard as she turned to Finn. “Nice try, Fish.” She tilted her head. “Hey, like our star pitcher?”

Finn narrowed his eyes. “I have no alliance with him in this game.”

“I don’t know, wait until you see him in those baseball pants.” Her eyes flashed to Thomas, who was whistling shrilly at her, and she smiled. “Nothing sexier than an ass in baseball pants.”

“Ugh, stop that. I’m trying to focus.”

She just pretended to zip her mouth shut and readied herself to run.

Natalie struck Remus out, much to Sirius’ delight, but Noelle did end up stealing second. Leo was up next, and he left the dugout to lots of cheering and whistling. He said something to Logan with a fond smile and a tap to his helmet, then steadied his bat above his shoulder. Finn really tried not to look at his ass in those pants, he really did, but it was a failed attempt, and he sucked in a breath as he looked away briefly. Noelle smirked at him, and he stuck his tongue out at her.

Leo took a ball and a strike, and after the second pitch he stepped out of the box to take a couple practice swings. He looked focused and determined when he stepped back in, eyes boring into Natalie’s from her place on the mound. She steadied herself and sent the ball flying in what Finn thought would be a perfect strike, but Leo timed it beautifully, and with a swing so fast it made a swooshing sound he sent the ball in a perfect arc to left field, just beyond Lyall’s reach but still within the outfield.

The next thing Finn knew, Leo was flying past him and rounding to second. Lyall had caught the ball and sent it to Pascal, who’d shifted to receive it, but it was no use. No sooner had Pascal turned to send it to Eloise at second then Leo was flying over that base, too, and hustling to third, Noelle sprinting to home plate. Cole slapped his glove in urgency, but caught the ball just after Leo arrived, jerking as he came to a halt to keep his foot on the base. He was breathing hard, but smiling. Noelle had cleared home easily, much to the obvious chagrin of her little brother, and was being picked up by a shouting Thomas and carried into the dugout, her head thrown back in a laugh. There were lots of cheers and back slaps for her, then Alex picked up his bat and made his way towards the box, but not before he cupped his hands around his mouth to shout at Finn. “How does it feel, little bro?”

Finn heard Logan’s frustrated grunt and narrowed his eyes at Alex’s smirk, but didn’t say anything. He couldn’t let himself go this early in the game- not, at least, if he wanted to win.

Alex ended up getting out on an impressive zinger from Eloise, who threw so hard it actually hurt Finn’s hand to catch the ball, even with his glove on. He laughed loudly in Alex’s face, but Alex just rolled his eyes. “Got blondie across home plate, though, didn’t I?”

Finn’s smile faded abruptly as he looked at the opposing dugout. Wyatt was shaking Leo’s shoulders excitedly as he made his way to sit down. Logan stood up and watched them, mask pulled up and away from his face. Finn saw him stare at Leo’s butt in his pants, then watched as he realized Finn caught him and blushed. Finn sighed. They were so fucked.

Chelsea was up next and walked. Wyatt was after her and bunted impressively, allowing Chelsea to advance, even if he got out. But Adele’s pop fly was caught easily by her father, and then they were changing out again. Finn met Logan at the entrance to the dugout. He was sweating in his catcher’s gear, shaking out his hair as he took off his helmet. Despite himself, Finn smiled and kissed his cheek. “You know, you are a very sexy catcher. Might have to make a career change.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but was grinning as he kissed Finn on the mouth. “Je t’aime.”

“Love you.” Finn took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. “Now, c’mon. We gotta focus if we want to beat the love of our lives, let’s go.”

Cole was up first and hit a double off of Leo’s second pitch. Louis then ran on a drop-third strike, but Wyatt sent it perfectly into Adele’s glove. Cole did end up at third, then crossed home on Kuny’s single, but Celeste snatched the ball out of the air with ease. With two outs, Kuny walking a bit dejectedly back to the dugout, Finn started to feel the pressure. Natalie hit a perfect single just out of Noelle’s reach in the outfield, though, which set them up with at least a man on base. Logan was up to hit after her, and Finn drew him close with an arm around his shoulders and touched their foreheads together. “I know he’s distracting, but you can’t let him get to you. He’s just your opponent out there.” He sighed. “A very sexy opponent, but an opponent nonetheless.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Ouais, d’accord, I’ve got this.”

“You’ve got this.”

“I’ve got this.”

Logan took a deep breath, then walked up to the plate, cheers following him from the dugout. He tapped his bat against his shoes and rolled out his shoulders, squaring up to face the mound. Leo winked at him.

“Fuck,” Finn muttered. “C’mon, baby, don’t get distracted.”

Leo’s first pitch went a little high, and Logan dutifully let it pass by as Layla called it a ball. 

“Okay.” Finn tapped his foot. “Good, baby, good, c’mon.”

Logan drew two balls, then swung and missed for his first strike. After the second strike and Logan’s frustrated huff, Finn began to chew the inside of his cheek.

“Full count,” Pascal said from beside him. “It’s fine, Logan does well under pressure.”

“This is high stakes, Dumo. Bragging rights.”

A snort. “Mon Dieu, you three are competitive.”

Finn watched as Leo took a steadying breath, centering himself before preparing for his next pitch. He sent it right down the middle, and Finn let out a shout as Logan cracked it off his bat. But the victory was short lived, because in an impossible leap, Leo stretched his long (gorgeous) arm out and dove, snatching the ball just before he fell to the ground. 

Logan let out a loud curse and went to pick up his bat, practically marching back to the dugout with a scowl. Finn met him and held his hands out to settle against his shoulders. “Whoa, hey, baby, it’s just a game.”

Logan walked past him and sat heavily on the bench, whipping his helmet off and thumping his head against the wall. When he looked at Finn, his face was frustrated and- flushed? 

“Fuck,” Logan said, before muttering rapidly in French. “The fuck is he doing, just looking like that? He just- I can’t- I’m trying to focus!”

Finn gaped for a minute, realization dawning over him, before he gasped delightedly. “Oh my God!”

Logan glared at him. “Rouge-”

“Oh my God, you’re turned on.” When Logan shushed him, he lowered his voice and went to stand between his legs and cup Logan’s blushing cheeks. “Oh, baby, you’re so turned on right now.” 

“Shut up.”

“Nuh-uh, no way.” He felt giddy and bent to look into Logan’s eyes. “Really? This is doing it for you?”

“Don’t pretend it’s not doing it for you, too!”

“Oh, I’m not.” He pressed a kiss to the top of Logan’s head and drew him in for a hug. “Okay, we’ll be fine. Just a few more innings, then we can go see him.”

“But then there’s team dinner-”

“Which we can leave early.”

“His parents.”

“They’d stay long after we would leave, anyways, you know how they are. Eloise dances until the sun comes up with my mom and the Walkers, and Wyatt chats with Dumo and Lyall for ages every time. At Christmas we had to drag them home.”

Logan just let out a groan into his chest. “I can’t do this.”

Finn stepped back and pulled Logan onto his feet. “Well, you’re gonna have to. Because sunshine can be sexy all he wants, but he’s not gonna win.”

Finn was, however, proven mistaken. Four and a half innings later and Thomas and James were dumping a cooler of ice water on Leo’s back as he crossed home plate, Natalie standing on the pitcher’s mound gaping at where the ball had flown over the fence. It had been a competitive game, the opposing team going into their final at-bat tied with the other team 6-6, and Finn’s team had been fielding fantastic, but it was apparently no match for six-feet-and-three-inches of pure muscle and skill. Leo’s walk-off homer had pushed Noelle and Adele across the plate, too, and Finn had known at that moment that they had absolutely lost. He sighed, squinting against the late afternoon sun, and watched as Leo laughed and was pulled into a hug by his father.

“I told you honey.” Eloise had come to stand beside him and placed a comforting hand on his back. “Don’t underestimate my Leo. He’s got quite a skill set.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “More like a super power.” He gave her a squeeze and smiled down at her. “Hey, you played great, too. That double play in the third was insane.”

She grinned, pleased. “Aw, thanks, honey. Lots of practice, me and Wyatt. You boys should come play the next time you’re down.”

“I’m sure we will.” He looked back at home plate to see Logan sigh heavily. “Yikes, better go comfort grumpy. I’ll be right back.”

She patted his back and went to go talk to Natalie on the pitcher’s mound, and Finn jogged over to home plate. When he got there, he smiled and wrapped a slightly dejected Logan up in a hug. “You played good, baby.”

“Merci. You, too.”

Finn kissed his cheek. “Just no match for our MLB All-Star, huh?”

“What’s that about me?”

Finn and Logan turned to find Leo grinning at them broadly, soaking hair pushed back to reveal his blue eyes in a way that did not help the flush Finn knew was tinting his ears. He looked Leo up and down. “Just wondering where in the hell you learned to pitch like that.”

Leo winked. “So I might have played a little in New Orleans.” His gaze turned soft and he approached them. “Good game. You guys played great.”

“Soleil,” Logan said, voice slightly hushed. He went to go play with the chain hanging down in between the open top buttons of Leo’s jersey. He then gripped the fabric in his fingers and dragged Leo down into a kiss. “Mon coeur.”

Leo looked confused for a second before his eyes lit up. “Oh my God.” He laughed quietly and cupped Logan’s hips. “Really?” When Logan nodded, the highs of his cheeks red, Leo smiled even wider. “Oh, honey. Look at you.”

“Leo.”

“Sh, sh.” Leo drew Logan in for a hug and placed his mouth by his ear, whispering just loud enough so Finn could hear, too. “Sh, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Logan let out a soft sound and settled into Leo’s body, Leo smiling at Finn over his shoulder. Finn bit his lip and came up behind Logan to give Leo a brief kiss. “What can we say? Your skills are irresistible, baby.” 

Leo made a happy sound and kissed Logan’s cheek before standing more upright. “Thank you.” He slung an arm around each of their shoulders, his body pleasantly cool from the ice water, and smiled brightly. “So, how fast are we leaving this team dinner?”

Finn laughed. “Oh, so fast. We’ll see if Lo even makes it there.”

Leo’s dimples deepened. “Well, we’ve got time. I’m sure we could find a shady spot in a parking lot on the way to Dumo’s.”

Finn perked up. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

Logan looked up at Leo with raised eyebrows. “But we’re all sweaty.”

Leo just shrugged. “What can I say, you both looked good out there. Finn holds a baseball very gracefully.” He bent to nuzzle Logan’s cheek. “And those baseball pants do wonders for you, baby.”

Logan blinked slowly, lips slightly parted. “Huh.”

Leo kissed his mouth twice in a burst, then patted each of their backs before walking towards his dugout. “Let’s go, clean-up time. I also gotta find my mama, that double play was awesome.”

“Yeah!” Finn called after him. “When were you gonna tell us you’re all a bunch of prodigies?”

Leo just turned, dropped a devastating wink, and went to help organize the dugout.

Finn let out a sigh and turned to Logan. “Damn. He just gets sexier every day, doesn’t he?”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded. He looped his arms around Finn’s neck. “I like still learning stuff about him.” 

Finn smiled and kissed him. “Yeah, me, too. Like still learning stuff about both of you.” He patted Logan’s butt. “Like how you look really good in these pants. Le, too.”

Logan’s eyes were fond as he tugged Finn’s hair. “Allez, let’s clean up and go find our families. I’m sure Noelle and Alex are looking for us.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “Ugh. Losers.”

“Non, rouge, us.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He bent to wrap his arms around the backs of Logan’s thighs to lift him up with a grunt, grinning at Logan’s loud laugh. “Let’s go, ten, then we get sunshine time.”

“And you time.”

“And you time.” Finn bit at the skin of Logan’s waist that was closest to his mouth, his shirt having ridden up a bit against Finn’s body. “Mm, you’re tasty.”

“Rouge.”

Finn just laughed, feeling light and in love, and carried him into the dugout. 

Some more Cubs headcanons because I need a BREAK from homework but still need to activate the creative side of my brain:

I know that in Write Me In, Finn is the musician, but I REALLY see Leo being a good guitar player, and in another AU the Cubs are dating in college and he's in a band that gets REALLY popular locally. He plays guitar, obvs, but sings backup vocals and lead vocals on some songs as well. I think he's influenced a lot by John Denver and Tracy Chapman (country without being conservative- I think contemporary country and the message it can often carry bothers him), and the Goo Goo Dolls. OH! And Pearl Jam. One of the songs his band frequently covers is 'Slide' by the Goo Goo Dolls, and every time he sings about getting married, running away, etc., he finds FinnLo in the audience and smiles at them.

Logan LOVES stew. Any kind of stew. He loves to sit in between his boys on the couch with fuzzy socks on and blankets covering him, watch sports, and eat a nice bowl of stew and some crusty bread.

Finn is REALLY fussy about desserts. He doesn't like things that are too sweet, but he also needs a little something-something after dinner. Leo finds a happy medium in baking him quick breads: pumpkin, zucchini, etc., because he can make them more spicy and less sweet.

Following the college AU from the first one, I imagine them going to school in the PNW region of the US. Think Washington? Or maybe mid-west, like Michigan State. Big state schools. OR, they all go to school in Boston, and Finn actually plays hockey at BU/BC, and Leo plays club tennis, and Logan swims (but he's also good at hockey, he just didn't want to play in college). FinnLo are still older- Finn is a senior and Logan is a junior when Leo is a freshman, but Finn stays to do grad school. He and Leo are both in their college's Honors Program. Logan is an RA.

Obviously, in my version of SW/Vaincre, Leo and Logan both propose. Finn feels guilty that he doesn't, but Leo and Logan remind him that, in queer relationships, people don't always have to be proposed back to. (It's obviously fine if you do, too! Every queer relationship is different and doesn't follow norms, that's kinda the point.) And, at the end of the day, gender roles DEFINITELY don't apply to their relationship, and what matters is that they all want to marry each other. However, Finn buys them each REALLY NICE silver/gold bracelets and 'proposes' to them just before their five-year wedding anniversary and asks them to renew their vows. Leo and Logan cry so hard. Every five years, then, for the rest of their lives, Finn 'proposes' to them and they renew their wedding vows that anniversary.

Finn has a really tough time after he retires with his changing body. He used to be fairly scrawny, and his primary form of exercise in retirement is running. He lifts 2-3 times a week, but it's not the same as playing professional hockey, and with all the cardio and his fast metabolism, he loses muscle mass and his body starts to look different SUPER fast. Leo and Logan have to work with him on it for a long time, and it's something he struggles with for years.

Leo forces Logan and Finn to do a nightly mobility routine with him, and he NEVER skips it. Things could be getting hot and heavy, and he BOLTS up from the bed and is like: 'We haven't done mobility yet tonight, let's go.' And FinnLo are like, 'Can't it wait til after, sunshine? WE could stretch you out. 😏'. Leo is just like, 'Nope, nuh-uh, get up.', and they roll their eyes fondly but follow him to get the yoga mats.

Logan is a biter. He bites his boys all the time. Sometimes, he does it without even realizing, and even in public. He just leans over and CHOMPS on Leo's back, or Finn's bicep. Sometimes, he'll bring their hands to his mouth and bite their fingers. They hardly feel it anymore, but they always smile and give him attention when he does it, which makes him a self-satisfied little fucker.

the cubs having a lazing morning in?? i love your work btw xx

Thank you for the kind words, friend! They made my day!

Domestic fluff is actually my FAVORITE thing to write! I think that, simply because of the structure of longer works, we don't always get to see it in multi-chapter stories, so it's cool to be able to explore that in one-shots. The SW universe has so many wonderful characters and I love that we have the opportunity to imagine them in our own heads beyond the given canon. Such is the magic of reading. :)

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Leo awoke to soft light filtering through their curtains and the gentle feeling of blunt nails scratching lightly up and down his back. His body was warm, even with the sheet pooled down by his hips. He blinked hard and took a deep inhale, rousing himself from a vague dream, to find Logan already staring back at him. Leo smiled and made a noise in the back of his throat, stretching with his arms above his head and his hands pushing at the headboard. Logan switched to all palm, massaging Leo’s lower back gently. “Bon matin, soleil.”

Leo peeked out at him with a grin. “Mornin’.”

Logan leaned in to kiss his forehead. “How’d you sleep?”

Leo nodded. “Okay. Thank you for rubbing my back.”

“Mm,” Logan said. “Anytime.”

“Fish?” Leo asked.

“Here, butter,” Finn whispered, morning voice raspy. His arms were wrapped around Logan’s torso and he gently reached over to caress Leo’s ribs. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi.” Leo’s voice was soft and gentle. “Hi, Fish.”

Finn laughed, and Leo looked up in time to see him peek over Logan’s body, propped up on an elbow. He bent over to kiss at Logan’s neck and Leo smiled at them. Logan’s cheek was squished into the pillow, his grin wide. He shrugged his shoulder against Finn’s jaw as Finn worked his way down his neck; Finn pulled away with a smacking kiss and hooked his chin over Logan’s shoulder to look at Leo with soft eyes. “Howdy, butter baby.”

Leo closed his eyes again with a sigh, content and warm enough to just fall back asleep. But he let out a wheeze when, all of a sudden, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and pull. When he opened his eyes he was tucked against Logan’s chest, Finn now pushed up and away and laughing. Leo laughed, too, and reached up to nudge gently at Logan’s shoulder, forcing him onto his back and flopping down on top of him. He turned his head sideways to gaze out at Finn. 

“Hey there, gorgeous,” Finn chuckled. He ran a hand through Leo’s hair. “Grumpy caught you?”

“Non,” Logan said defiantly. He had his arms secured around Leo’s shoulders. “Non, he’s not caught.”

Leo kissed his cheek. “Then what am I?”

“Snuggling.” Logan let out a content sound, a sigh mixed with a soft groan that had Finn and Leo smiling at each other. “You’re snuggling me.”

“I’m squishing you.”

“Non, you’re not. You’re like a weighted blanket.”

Finn snorted. “Oh, really, Tremblay? You like a weighted blanket, huh?”

“Mm, ouais.” He opened a sleepy eye at them. “Quoi?”

Leo pushed his face into Logan’s neck. “Nothing. I’m just not usually the weighted blanket. I like it.” He winked at Finn. “Someone else normally holds that position.”

Logan smacked at his hip lightly but didn’t say anything. Finn was on his side, looking at them lovingly and running a hand up and down Leo’s ribs. “What are we doing today?”

Leo took his hand. “I’ve got some of that homemade protein pancake dry mix left. I can make us breakfast.” He kissed Finn’s fingers. “Then the gym for training?”

Logan groaned. “We are on vacation. No morning gym.”

Finn smiled down at him. “Then when do we go to the gym, sweetheart?”

“Afternoon,” Logan grumbled. “Vacation. Lazy morning.”

“Sounds perfect,” Finn said. He laid back down on his pillow. “I love you.”

Leo just leaned in for a kiss. “Love you.” He pressed a kiss to Logan’s mouth, too. Logan reached up to trace his cheeks, green eyes soft. Leo kissed his nose, too. “Breakfast.”

“Non, stay.”

“Lo, I gotta make breakfast.”

“Stay.” Logan made a protesting noise when Leo went to stand up. He made grabby hands at him. “Peanut, come back.”

“Oh my God,” Finn said with an impressive eyeroll. “Come here, you big baby.” He rolled Logan onto him with a smacking forehead kiss. He looked to Leo. “We’ll come help you in five minutes, Le. Let grumpy get this out of his system.”

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Yes you are, honey,” Leo giggled. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s back and Finn’s nose then turned towards their closet. “But I love you very much. I’ll get dressed and go make breakfast.”

“Don’t get dressed.”

Leo hung his head back, flushing. “Lo…”

“Shirt off, please,” Finn requested.

Leo leaned out of the closet. “That’s how I burn myself with oil, honey.” He smiled at their matching groans. He flipped through his shirts on a clothes hanger and smiled, pulling one of Finn’s tank tops over his head. He walked out. “Okay?”

They both stared unabashedly at his arms and shoulders. Finn nodded. “Acceptable.”

Leo winked at them before heading to the kitchen and opening the cupboard, searching for the plastic tub with his homemade protein pancake dry-mix. From there it was easy: add the wet ingredientes, fry some eggs and turkey bacon, chop some fruit. He put on some low music, an old John Denver album that Finn liked, and hummed to himself as he set the kettle to boil. They’d all taken to black tea in the morning recently, what with the lack of an intense schedule, which Leo liked better. He enjoyed the act of putting the bags in the mug, pouring the water. Logan still liked his with a lot of honey, and Finn liked his plain, but with the tea bag in. Leo preferred a mix, with no milk and minimal honey and with no tea bag. He felt that that described their relationship perfectly: in the essence they belonged together, they were a unit- tea was tea, after all. But they brought something different and new to compliment one another, three distinct parts that made an inseparable whole. 

Leo smiled as two arms came to wrap around his waist. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Logan just grunted into his back, planting his feet to take more of Leo’s weight. “Up.”

Leo snorted and looked over his shoulder to meet Logan’s green eyes. “You actually are a baby now.”

“Non, I’m not.” He sighed dejectedly. “You left me in bed.”

“To make you breakfast, sweetheart.”

Logan scowled. “Piggyback.”

“Lo, honey, I don’t want your feet to get burned or-”

“Leo.”

Leo sighed and raised his eyebrows. “Fine. Okay, okay, Lord.” He bent down and held his arms out behind him. “You’re sure good at getting what you want, huh?”

Logan smiled against his ear as he jumped onto Leo’s back, arms wrapping around his shoulders, legs around his hips. “It’s a special skill.”

Leo hummed and tilted his neck for the kisses that Logan was placing on his skin. Logan rested his chin on Leo’s shoulder contentedly, watching as Leo flipped their pancakes. Every now and then he would reach over his shoulder with fruit, sometimes a little bit of bacon. Logan thanked him with a kiss to his cheek every time. When Leo turned to grab some plates, he found Finn sat at the counter, watching them.

“Hi lovers,” Finn said with a smile. “You need help, nutter butter baby?”

Leo reached for his hand to kiss the back of it. “Can you get the butter, syrup, silverware, stuff like that, please?”

“Sure thing, baby.” Finn wrapped his knuckles on the counter and walked around to the other side, placing a kiss on Leo’s cheek before going to the utensil drawer. “Lo, what have you done?”

“I’m keeping Leo warm.”

Finn raised his eyebrows at him. 

Logan laughed lowly. “I’ll clean up.” He kissed Leo’s cheek wetly. “Don’t worry, peanut, I got you.” 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Leo squeezed Logan’s thighs. “You wanna sit down?”

“Non.”

Finn pinched Logan’s hip. “We gotta eat, Tremz.”

“I’ll eat here.”

Leo laughed. “Logan.”

Logan grumbled. “Fine, fine, d’accord.” He sighed heavily.

Finn scoffed. “You poor baby. Poor baby boy.”

“Oui, I am.”

Leo just walked around the counter and set him down in a chair, soothing his disappointment with a kiss. Logan kept him there, hands in his hair and mouth on fire, until Leo pulled away and looked at him knowingly. Logan just sighed again. “At least I tried.”

“Poor baby boy,” Leo echoed. He went back to his pancakes, Finn kneading at his hips. “Can you get me the plates, please, honey? I’ll dish it up and then we’ll eat.” He jerked his head to their mugs. “Tea should be cool enough to drink now, too.”

“Thank you, baby,” Finn said with a final squeeze to Leo’s waist. “You always cook so well.”

Leo smiled and grabbed a spatula to serve their eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Finn spooned the fruit into bowls and grabbed their mugs to place in front of their seats. 

Leo admired their handiwork with a warm feeling in his chest. He loved hockey, he really, truly did; but he and Finn were forced to miss Logan during the season, and meals were often rushed, even if they were together. Leo liked to take his time with his food, with his cooking, with his boys. He stepped up behind Finn to wrap him in a hug, tucking his face into his neck. Finn reached back to scratch his scalp and Leo sighed into it, looking at Logan over Finn’s shoulder. 

“You okay, baby?” Finn asked.

Leo nodded. “Can we snuggle after this?”

Logan grinned at him where his fork was poised over his eggs. “Ouais.”

“Lazy morning,” Finn whispered, leaning his head back into Leo. “We can do whatever you want, sunshine.”

“I want to snuggle.”

Finn turned in his arms. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Leo furrowed his brow. “Yeah, why?”

“You don’t usually ask to snuggle.” He patted Leo’s butt lovingly. “That’s usually a Logan thing. Or a me thing.” When he saw Leo’s blush, he made a sound and kissed his cheek. “It’s not a bad thing, Le. It’s a very good thing, actually, we love you telling us what you want.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed. “I’m always okay to snuggle.”

Finn snorted and looked over his shoulder. “We know that, Tremblay.”

Leo nudged his nose into Finn’s cheek. “I’m just happy that we’re together.”

“Yeah?” Finn said giddily. “Me, too.” He carded his fingers through Leo’s hair. “I’m a very lucky man. You’re sexy as fuck.” Leo laughed and Finn turned once again in his arms to face Logan. Leo stroked his hands over his stomach. “And you’re sexy as fuck.”

Logan was grinning so hard his eyes crinkled. “Vous deux aussi.”

“Oui baguette.” Finn brought Leo’s hands to his mouth to kiss them. “Let’s eat, sweet things.”

They sat on either side of Logan, conversation gentle and happy. Logan had an ankle intertwined around one of each of theirs, and he looked content and handsome in the kitchen light. Finn was relaxed, spending half the time chatting instead of eating, as per usual, and was the last one to finish. Logan was playing with the fingers of his left hand, which was not helping the slow eating issue, but Leo thought it was worth it to see the way Finn’s long, delicate fingers clutched at Logan’s thicker, veiny ones. Finn saw him looking and waved said fingers at him, making him laugh around his sip of tea. Logan pinched his nose and kissed him playfully before standing up to bring their plates to the sink. Finn went to help him, and Leo got a nice view of both of their back muscles working through their T-shirts as they cleaned together. Finn refilled his tea with a kiss to his forehead and a “you just sit there and look pretty, sunshine”, Logan smacking his butt to get him to focus back on the task in front of them. Finn rolled his eyes but complied, giving Logan’s own behind a hard pat in return. 

“You know,” Leo said suddenly, interrupting their quiet bickering. “This was one of the things I dreamed about the most. When I thought of having a partner. Or, partners.”

“Pourquoi, soleil?” Logan’s eyes were gentle, loving.

Leo shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess- for me, it’s about companionship. You can go through the motions in any sort of relationship.” Leo waved his hand vaguely. “The dates, the kissing, even the sex- it can all… happen, you know?” He rested his cheek on his palm and met their soft gazes. “But this- this feeling. How calm I feel with you, how happy I am- I think that’s what makes it different. It’s companionship, it’s a life.” He stretched out his arms. “And that’s what I wanted, when I was younger.”

Finn smiled widely at him. “Well… I don’t know how to top that.”

Leo shook his head fondly. “You don’t have to. You’re the reason why I have this life.”

“Oh, baby.” Finn walked around the counter to kiss Leo’s smile gently. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” He turned to Logan. “You, too. C’mere, Lo.”

But Logan didn’t move, too busy flitting his eyes over both of their faces. He looked a little shocked, a little frozen, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Leo furrowed his brow. “Lo? You okay?”

Logan didn’t say anything as he walked around the counter and bullied himself in between them. Finn laughed as he forced his way into Leo’s lap, making the high chair wobble dangerously, and burrowed himself into Leo’s neck. “Soleil, you can’t just say things like that.”

Finn was still laughing, hands gently resting on Logan’s waist. “And why can’t he?”

“Because it- he can’t just…” Logan huffed. “He just can’t.”

“You know what I think?” Finn’s grin was mischievous and Leo shook his head exasperatedly at him.

“Quoi?”

“I think you’re flustered,” Finn said in Logan’s ear. “I think peanut went and flustered you, and you can’t handle it, and so you’re a grumpy boy. A grumpy baby boy.”

“I already told you, I’m not-”

“You so are.”

“Non, rouge, je ne suis pas-”

Leo sighed, taking matters into his own hands and interrupting Logan with a hard kiss. His body jerked, surprised, but after a moment he melted into it with a soft noise, shoulders relaxing under Leo’s hands. Leo grinned against Logan’s mouth before pulling away. “Snuggle?”

Finn pressed a kiss to Logan’s neck. “I have an idea. On the couch.”

He took both of their hands and led them to their living room, where he flopped down on their sofa lengthwise, back nestled against a pillow in the corner, legs spread in front of him. He patted at the space in between them and looked up at Leo. “Sit, gorgeous.”

Leo sat with his back to Finn’s chest and opened his arms for Logan to lie on top of him on his stomach. He sighed heavily, letting his weight go on Finn and burying his nose in Logan’s hair. “I love sitting like this,” he whispered.

He felt Finn grin into his own hair. “I know you do, sweetheart. You’ve loved it since the day we did this in the airport on our way to play Lo for the first time in New York.”

Logan lifted his head up. As if he couldn’t help himself, he reached up to play with Leo’s curls. “Quoi?” 

Leo pushed Logan’s hair back from his forehead. “When we were in the airport, I sat with my back to Finn’s chest and fell right asleep.” He turned to look at Finn, whose eyes were soft and crinkled with his smile. “So we started sitting like this a lot, like he does with you.” Logan was smiling, too, when Leo faced him again, hand cupping his jaw. “We watch you play like this on the TV.”

“You do?” Logan asked. His lips were parted softly and he sighed. “That makes me happy.”

“Yeah?” Finn’s voice was a bit tight.

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Makes me happy to think you’re there. Gives me something to think about when you’re not.”

“Oh.” The word escaped Finn abruptly, as if he didn’t mean for it to. Leo laced their fingers where they were resting across Logan’s lower back. “Oh, baby…”

Logan smiled at them so softly it stole Leo’s breath. “Non, rouge, ne pleure pas, mon amour.”

“Sorry,” Finn got out. He pressed soft kisses into Leo’s neck. “You’re just so beautiful, it makes me, like- emotional.” He let out a laugh. “That’s so cheesy.”

Logan laughed, too. “Non, it’s good. Vous êtes tous les deux les plus beaux.”

“What?”

“He said we’re the most beautiful,” Leo whispered. He leaned back to kiss Finn’s jaw. “How’s that for topping me, huh?”

“No, not topping you,” Finn said. He ran a thumb over Logan’s bottom lip. “Just as good. Jesus, you both render me speechless.”

Leo snorted. “That’s not true.”

“Well, almost speechless. Closer than anyone else has ever got, at least.”

That got a full body laugh out of Logan, shaking against Leo’s body. “One day I’ll get you to be quiet.”

“Oh?” Leo could imagine Finn’s smile. “That sounds fun.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but was blushing. “Non, not that.” He sighed and rested his head against Leo’s chest again. “When I ask you to marry me.”

Now Leo could actually feel Finn’s smile, pressed against the skin below his ear. “Oh yeah? Who says you’ll get down on one knee first, Tremblay?”

“Yeah,” Leo agreed. “Might beat you to it.”

Logan just kissed Leo’s chest. “I just have a feeling.” He wiggled a little bit, settling right down. “Then we have sleepy mornings forever.”

“Ouais,” Leo whispered. “Sounds perfect.”

“Forever isn’t long enough,” Finn said. “Not nearly long enough.” He pulled them both snug against him. “I love you. Forever and even after that.”

“Je t’aime.”

Leo let out a breath and turned his face into Finn’s, a hand in Logan’s hair. “I love you.” He kissed Finn’s jaw with a grin. “Forever and a little bit more.”

“A lot more, sunshine, catch up.”

Leo snorted, then his snort grew into a laugh, and soon they were all laughing hard. It wasn’t even that funny, but they were laughing like it was the best joke they’d ever heard. Finn and Leo set Logan, who wasn’t a very loud laugher, off every time they looked at him. He crawled up Leo’s body to kiss him hard, then Finn, before sitting back on his heels. His smile was bright, as wide as Leo had ever seen it, and he was so gorgeous that Finn and Leo couldn’t look away. He scrunched his nose around his grin and stroked up and down Leo’s abs. 

“I’m gonna love you forever,” Logan finally said with a content sigh. “Forever and a lot more.” He then flopped down dramatically on Leo with an oof and resumed his position as human koala extraordinaire. “Lots of lazy mornings.”

“Yeah,” Leo whispered. Finn kissed his cheek. “Lots and lots of lazy mornings. As many as you want, sweethearts.”

“C’est bien,” Logan said. He was falling asleep. “C’est bien.” Between one breath and the next, he was unconscious.

Finn squeezed them both tighter. “Sleep, butter. I’ll wake you up when it’s lunchtime.”

“Okay,” Leo said. He felt floaty and warm. “Love you.”

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

I don’t know if you’ve ever seen this: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8NASMSn/ clip of baby Taylor swift but it gave me SUCH baby leo vibes the way she says “thank you!…thanks for saying that!” and it just made me think of the cubs watching each others home videos

I am not going to lie- I am not a Taylor Swift fan, nor am I really on TikTok. And I don't pay much attention to celebrities in general, so I DEFINITELY don't get the reference, BUT I love love LOVE home movies. My parents have some of my brothers and I that I love, so I thought it'd be cool to have an O'Hara Brother Feature.

Keep the asks coming! All credits to @lumosinlove !

“Oh-ho, look at these gems,” Finn laughed. He had a box open in front of him on the ground, laden with VHS tapes in his parent’s Hamptons house living room. “A blast from the past.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. He came up behind Finn to put a hand on his back, glass of wine held in the other. “What are those?”

“These, my baby, are old family movies.” Finn smiled at the dates scribbled on the back. “Oh man, we gotta put these in. I think we still have the VHS player under the TV.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, kissing the top of his head. It smelled salty like the sea, and musky, like Finn. “I’ll go get Le.”

“Mm,” Finn hummed. “Tell him to get out of the kitchen and sit down. He’s doing too much.”

Logan laughed and straightened. “I’ll try, but your mother’s recipe book collection is hard to pull him away from.”

Sure enough, when he entered the large kitchen, Leo was sat at the granite countertop on a barstool, humming to himself and flipping through one of Haley’s cookbooks. He had an entire stack of a half dozen in front of him, and a piece of paper that he kept tearing up and using to create bookmarks. Logan watched his back fondly for a moment before sidling up to him and kissing his cheek. “What are you reading, soleil?”

“Falafel fritters with a tomato and carrot cream,” Leo said. He didn’t even turn to look at Logan, eyes focused on the page. “It’s in this new vegan book Haley got, I think I’ll make it as an appetiser tomorrow.”

“Ouais, sounds good,” Logan replied. He pressed soft kisses to the skin under Leo’s ear. “Leo.”

“One second.” Leo’s eyes were still glued to the recipe and he ripped some paper to make a bookmark, then turned to drape his arms over Logan’s shoulders. “Hi. Hi, sweetheart, hi.” He kissed Logan softly. “Sorry, I’ve been so focused.”

“Non, it’s good,” Logan said gently with a smile. He ran a palm up and down Leo’s side. “You’re so relaxed. You sleep better here.”

Leo nodded. “I think it’s the air. And the food. I like having time to cook more.” He perked up and turned to another cookbook. “Which reminds me, I also saw this Yemeni recipe for lamb, it looks really good.” He flipped through a few pages, brows furrowed, and Logan leaned his head on his shoulder. “I can’t remember what page it’s on, I’m sure I bookmarked it-”

“Ouais, mon coeur, sounds good,” Logan murmured into his skin. He took the book gently from Leo’s hands and set it down. “We can go to the farmer’s market tomorrow for vegetables and to the butcher’s the next town over. And there’s the spice shop right beside it, ouais?”

Leo was nodding. He ran a hand through Logan’s hair. “Ouais, sounds good.” He took Logan’s glass for a sip of wine and then set it on the counter. “C’mere,” he said, folding Logan into a hug. With Leo sat down like that, they were closer in height, and it was easier for Logan to tuck his face into his neck. Leo let out a deep sigh. “I’m so happy here. I feel so much better.”

“I know,” Logan whispered. He felt the tension in his muscles ease. “You’re so beautiful here.” He pulled back to kiss Leo gently a few times then took his hands. “C’mon. Fish found some home movies he wants to show us.”

“Oh yeah?” Leo asked, eyebrows raised in amusement. He turned to organize the cookbooks back together. “Can’t miss that. You want more wine, honey?”

Logan shook his head. “Non, merci.” He looped his arms around Leo’s neck when he turned around. He stood on Leo’s socked feet with a smile. “Just you. You and rouge.”

Leo grinned at him walked them a few steps before grabbing Logan under his thighs and picking him up. Logan gasped out a laugh and squeeze Leo’s hips with his thighs. “Soleil.”

“It’s the vacation bliss, honey,” he said matter-of-factly. His blue eyes were twinkly and happy. “Let’s go see our boy.”

Back in the living room, Finn had seemingly figured out how to work the VHS player and was flicking the television on. He smiled up from the couch when they came in. “Hello, lovers.” He raised his eyebrows. “Lo, did you somehow lose function in your feet on vacation?”

“Non,” Logan said. Leo brought him closer to the couch and he gently transferred himself from Leo’s arms and onto the cushions. “Non, but vacation means I get to be carried around.”

“And what about our Leo?” He patted his lap. “Come sit, sunshine.”

“Hi,” Leo said as he straddled Finn’s waist. “What’d you find, sweetheart?”

Finn caressed Leo’s ribs. “Home movies of Al and I when we were little. I wanna watch them.” He leaned in to kiss Leo softly, and Logan loved how gentle he always was with them. “Having fun being a personal climbing gym?”

Leo laughed, his face flushing. “Loads,” he said. “If you can be mine.”

“Count on it baby, hold on.”

Finn abruptly stood up, clutching one hand under Leo’s thigh and the other around his back, and dipped him towards the ground. Leo’s face was red with laughter and his curls hung freely away from his head as he tilted it back. “Fish, your back-”

“You’re not hurting me,” Finn said through his snickering, love written all over his face as he bent to kiss at Leo’s neck exaggeratedly. “I could just eat you for dessert.”

“No,” Leo laughed, his biceps flexing where they were wrapped around Finn’s shoulders. 

“No?” Finn asked incredulously. He straightened and boosted Leo higher in his arms with a pout. “What do you mean, ‘no’? Logan and I love eating you for dessert.” He turned to look at Logan. “Isn’t that right, Lo, baby?”

“Ouais, my favorite,” Logan sighed with a soft smile. He brought his feet up under him and tilted his head to lay back against the cushions. “Allez, ici.”

Finn placed another kiss on Leo’s cheek and sat back down on the couch, Leo swinging a leg around to settle down on his other side. Logan threw his legs across their laps and poked Leo’s thigh with his toes. “Le.”

Leo snorted but massaged his arches with his thumbs. “What excuse do you have for foot rubs? I thought they stopped functioning.” 

Logan just looked up at him through his eyelashes. “Non, they didn’t. They’re sore.”

Leo just kissed his ankle.

Meanwhile, Finn had switched over to the right input on the TV. He briefly lifted Logan’s legs up to go to the player and press ‘play’, then sat back down with an excited little shimmy. “I have no idea how long these are, but the date should be when I was about a year and a half and Alex about five. Should be pretty funny.”

Leo chuckled. “I bet. You’ve both been trouble makers since you were born.”

“Hush,” Finn said teasingly. “I am an esteemed gentleman.”

“Non,” Logan snorted. “Non, you’re not.” He reached for Finn’s hand and kissed it. “But you’re very sweet.

“Well, we know how you feel about sweet things, huh, sweet thing?” Finn retorted. He rubbed a palm up and down Logan’s thigh. “Oh, shit, it’s loaded.”

They all turned their heads to look at the screen. Logan recognized the O’Hara’s brownstone living room, but there was carpet instead of hardfloor and the video was a bit grainy. Ramsey was sat on the floor, hair a little bit less gray and thicker, but still that deep auburn that was signature to the O’Hara’s. He had black glasses with overly large rectangular frames, and his eyes were trained on the foam blocks in front of him. Beside him was-

“Oh, sweetheart,” Leo said fondly. “You were so cute! Oh, look at you.”

Finn, no more than a toddler, was sat next to his father in just a pull-up. His face was freckly, all though not as much as in adulthood, and his hair was still red and thick, much thicker than a normal toddler’s. He was a bit chubby and his eyes were still toasty brown and wide, trained on Ramsey as his father tried to demonstrate how to stack blocks on top of one another. Finn was watching him carefully. 

“Finn, baby,” Haley, who was filming, said. “Whatcha doing?”

Finn turned and gave her a toothy grin, exactly the same one he gave Logan and Leo every day. “Mama.”

Haley laughed. “Hi, baby. You having fun with dad?”

“Yeah, bud,” Ramsey cooed. He held up a blue rectangle. “Can you stack it for me?”

Finn furrowed his brow and nodded, taking the block from his father and placing it on top of the small pile. He smiled, proud of his work. “Mama, look!”

“I see baby!” Haley laughed. “Can you tell me the colors, please?”

Finn nodded, and rattled them off from bottom to top. Red, blue, yellow, green, pink- he stumbled over the world ‘purple’, which made his father laugh and run a hand over the top of his head. “Purple, buddy.”

“Poi-pur-purple.”

Haley and Ramsey cooed over him again, and he bounced happily where he was sat on the floor- until someone else came into the frame. 

“Mom!” a little Alex O’Hara called. “Mom, I don’t know where my skates are. I want to bring them in for show and tell.”

He walked further into the frame then, a spitting image of Finn- or, really, Finn was a spitting image of him- but older and taller. He stopped when he saw his mom with the camera, and went up to hug at her legs eagerly. “Can I see myself?”

“What’s the magic word?” Ramsey asked.

“Please?”

“Sure, honey, hold on.” There was a movement, presumably Haley flipping the little video screen on the side over to display Alex to himself. “There you go, can you see?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Alex said. He was checking himself out in the camera, smoothing his hair back slightly. His eyes brightened suddenly. “Hey, Fishy, come here.”

“Alex, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna show Finn himself, dad,” Alex said. He went over and scooped his hands under Finn’s armpits. Finn protested slightly, but Alex wrapped his arms around Finn’s chest. “It’s okay, Fish, I got you.” He lifted him up gingerly and waddled him over to the camera. “Look, Finn, look,” he gasped, voice higher. “Look, it’s you! Can’t you see?” He used one hand to point. “Can you see us, Fishy?”

Finn took a second to look, then burst out laughing. “Alex!”

“Yeah,” Alex giggled. “Look at this.” He crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, sending Finn into a fit of laughter all over again. Ramsey and Haley were laughing, too, shaking the camera slightly.

“Al, be careful,” Ramsey said. “Don’t squeeze him too hard.”

“I won’t hurt him,” Alex replied, giving Finn a hug. “He’s my baby brother.” He made another face at the camera. “Fishy, make a funny face, too!”

Finn did his best attempt at mimicking his brother, and then the tape went dark. 

Logan took a breath, carefully looking over at Finn beside him. He was smiling, a hand brought up to his chin. Leo looked at Logan from across his body and winked, then leaned in to kiss the side of Finn’s head. “You smile exactly the same.”

Finn didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then, as though he couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “Did you see my father’s glasses?” He had to lean back on the couch he was laughing so hard. “Oh my God, and Alex’s shirt? That was bright fucking neon yellow, what an awful fashion statement.”

Logan brought his legs back to tuck under himself and leaned in to scratch at Finn’s scalp. “Ouais, but you were wearing- what do you call them?”

“A pull-up, sweetheart,” Leo said.

“Right, a pull-up.” He grinned against Finn’s jaw. “It barely fit over your chubby thighs.”

“Hey,” Finn said. “I was a baby.”

“I thought your chubby thighs were cute, honey,” Leo said. He also had an arm around Finn, but was massaging at the base of his neck. “I didn’t realize you were that chunky, my Lord.”

“I grew out of it by the time I was four. Then I was a scrawny fucker for a while, jeez.”

Logan bit at his bicep. “Not anymore.”

“Nope, now I’m all muscly for you,” Finn said smugly. “Means I can pick you up.”

Leo laughed. “So you’re muscly so we can use you as our personal climbing gym?”

“I said what I said.”

Leo shook his head. “You’re ridiculous.” He kissed Finn’s cheek. “I love you very much.” He nodded at the T.V. “Let’s put in another tape.”

“Ouais,” Logan said lowly. He looked up through his lashes with a grin. “And then dessert?”

Finn’s whipped his head over to look at him, smiling, then turned to Leo. “I could eat dessert.”

Leo’s face was bright red, but he looked pleased. “Movie first. Then you can eat dessert.” 

Logan laughed- he had never seen Finn scramble to stand up so fast.  

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

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

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

“Absolutely not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

“Th-thanks,” Leo got out.

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

“I-I’m really fine-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo snorted. “Gee, thanks, Harz.”

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

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

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

Logan scoffed. “It’s not that bad.”

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

“It’s good-”

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

“Oh, mon Dieu, rouge, to me it’s-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hi everyone!

I received an ask today requesting a fic with Barty Crouch Jr. and Evan Rosier in it as main characters alongside the Cubs, and I just want to say that I won't be writing anything with them, nor any other characters in the Marauders fandom besides the ones that 1) are explicitly mentioned in SW/Vaincre AND 2) that are directly involved with the Cubs (a great example being Regulus as Leo's best friend). Otherwise, this is a Cubs blog, and will stay that way.

I don't know if any of you have seen, but there has been a massive legal infringement on transgender rights in the UK, with their Supreme Court deciding that the legal definition of a woman is based on biological sex, which will affect how transgender folks are treated under the Equality Act. She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has publically, ARDENTLY supported this ruling, as well as making some aphobic comments on social media. As such, I will not be involving any of her characters that don't need to be added. O'Knutzy is its own entity, courtesy of Hazel's brilliant brain, and is not created by the She-Devil.

I'm writing a post about this because I don't want any of you to think I don't read the asks, and to give this anon a justified answer as to why I wouldn't be writing the prompt. This is not to make anyone feel bad, nor to tell them to distance themselves from the Mauraders fandom. I know many people have found community and joy there! However, if you continue to interact with content, you must be aware of the effects it has. Supporting it, while not directly contributing to anything HP-related, signals that it is still an active fandom capable of being monetized (think: the Harry Potter TV series, for example- it only is happening because HP continues to be so popular in the secular world), which allows Her to continue having influence and a voice. I am not here to speak for the transgender friends that have found and continue to find community in the Marauder's fandom- they obviously have the right to engage with whatever content they would like, just like every other person! This is also not to stop people from enjoying the queer media they enjoy. But I encourage you to center trans voices and listen to them as things in the UK move forward (or, backward, I really should say). Furthermore, please support them, inform yourselves, and engage with queer media that is queer in its essence and is positively queer (such as Heartstopper! Or the hundreds of other books, TV shows, comics, movies, artists, etc. that are LGBTQIA+ and that we already have!).

As for me, I will continue to be just an O'Knutzy blog! They're so cute and lovely, and I love the community that I have found here!

I wrote a LOT yesterday, so expect another post in a couple of days! Have a lovely evening! <3 <3

this is a big ask but i’ve been thinking about it all week! onutzy hogwarts au??

imo, logan: hufflepuff, finn: gryffindor, leo: ravenclaw

This was one of my FAVORITE things I have written! I'd be so happy to take more asks for this AU!

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

O'Knutzy Household, May 2024

Finn knelt on the floor of their walk-in closet, peering around underneath the bottom shelf. He'd known he could've summoned his wand with an accio, but his brain was so fried after marking exams all day that he could barely do magic with his wand, nevermind without it. He squinted, peering through the darkness to where he'd estimated it had fallen out of his robes as he'd shrugged them off.

“Ah,” he said, spotting the thin piece of wood. It was all the way at the back. He stretched his long arm, grasping for it, when his fingers brushed something else.

Finn furrowed his brow and wrapped his fingers around his wand, murmuring a soft lumos. The light shined brightly in the small, dark space, illuminating a cardboard box. Written on the side were the years 2014-2016. He smiled, reaching his other hand to grab the box, and stood to go into their dining room.

Soon, he was sat with a cup of tea, rifling through the photos he hadn't seen in a while. He guessed that they hadn't bothered to unpack this box when they moved into their house a year ago, after their wedding, which he thought was a shame really.

Some of the photos were unremarkable, some a little goofy. There was one of Logan and Sirius with severely overgrown eyebrows, both glaring off camera where Finn assumed Remus and James were stood laughing. It was a moving photo, but Logan and Sirius had been so still with annoyance that it looked like a Muggle one. Another was of Leo and Regulus brewing a potion together, anxious and stressed expressions on their faces. Regulus was flipping off the camera. Finn hadn't been there for this photo (it was during Leo's last year, the year after Finn and Logan had graduated), but he did remember having a two-way mirror call with an anxious Leo the night before his final potions exam (which he got a perfect score on in the end).

Finn flipped through a few more, smiling at the wave of memories that came back to him. Even though both he and Leo now worked in the same walls they'd gone to school within, being a student at Hogwarts was nothing like being a teacher. It did have some perks (like being able to share a room with Logan and Leo instead of having to sneak into one another's beds), but Finn did miss that youthful, jubilant feeling of being in school with his favorite people around all day, every day.

One photo in particular made him stop and laugh softly. It was of the three of them the day Logan had been signed to the Chudley Cannons. Leo had his arm wrapped tenderly around Logan's waist, smiling sweetly as he always did. Logan looked a little sheepish, but proud, holding his new jersey. Finn, on the other hand, was jostling Logan with an arm around his shoulder, the other holding a sign that said Let's Go Lolo! with a poor drawing of the Hufflepuff badger. In the moving photo he and Leo both leaned in to press a kiss to each of Logan's cheeks at the same time, and Logan's eyes crinkled with his laughter. Finn had been so proud that day he could've bursted.

Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch, April 2015

Finn sat anxiously in the stands, his leg bouncing as he scanned the field for Logan. The prospective players were warming up on the field below, both Logan and James among them, stretching and flying laps around the perimeter. Finn eyed the professional scouts as well, high up in the stands where the teachers normally sat. They were peering down critically, talking amongst one another with notebooks in their hands. Finn sucked in a breath and played with the thick paper in his hand.

“I hope that isn't what I think it is, O'Hara.”

Finn's eyes lit up as Leo climbed the last few stairs to where Finn was, shuffling over to sit next to him. Leo’s eyes were playful, his grin happy and sunshiny and all things good. Finn nudged him with his shoulder. “What can I say? Your dad’s Muggle football obsession has rubbed off on me. Gotta show the world I'm Lo's number one fan.”

Leo quirked an eyebrow and reached out to play with Finn's Gryffindor tie, loose around his neck. “Who says you're his number one fan?”

Finn smiled, leaning in. “We can share that coveted position.” He kissed Leo briefly. “Hi.”

Leo smiled against his mouth. “Hi, cariad. How are you?”

“Good,” Finn said. His leg was still bouncing. “Nervous.”

Leo placed a hand on his thigh. “Did you go for a run this morning? You know how your pent-up energy gets.”

Finn knocked his head against Leo's shoulder. “Yes, I did, nutter butter. It's just a big day.” He rested his chin on Leo's shoulder. “How was the library?”

Leo kissed his forehead. “Good. Finished my Arithmancy assignment. Reg and I are gonna meet with Lily tomorrow to do some Advanced Potions stuff.”

Finn lifted his head and raised his eyebrows. “I thought you were taking that class next year?”

Leo blushed. “Lily offered to teach us some stuff early.”

“Love,” Finn said soothingly, scratching a hand through Leo’s scalp. “You're going to be fine next year, both you and Regulus are. You're so good at Potions, I don't want you to stress yourself if you don't have to.”

Leo considered this for a moment. “But I like to be ahead. The stuff we do now is too easy.” His ears turned a bit red. “Plus, the three of us experiment.”

Finn snorted. “I don't even want to know. Just be careful, please. We don't need the future of the Potions field blowing up in a disaster of their own making.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “I'll be careful, promise.” He sighed, resting his forehead on Finn's shoulder. “I just… I don't know, I want to be good, you know? I want to prove that a Muggle-born can do all the things. Lily, too. And Reg- well.”

Finn laughed. “Wants to prove that he's more than just a disgraced run-away heir and that he actually has a brain behind all that rich boy nonsense?”

Leo smiled into Finn's shoulder. “Yeah.”

Finn wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Le, you're going to be fantastic. You're the smartest person I know.”

“Says you.”

“Yes, says me, so then you know it's on good authority.” He kissed Leo's curls. “Besides, if Potions doesn't work out, you could always play Quidditch.”

Leo snorted. “You know, most people don't have professional Quidditch as their backup plan.”

“You could. You're good enough. Best damn Keeper Ravenclaw's ever seen, with those long limbs of yours.”

Leo lifted his head to look him in the eye. “You're biased.”

“Absolutely.” Finn kissed him soundly. “I love you.”

Leo bit his lip around his smile. “Love you.” He nodded his head. “Look, here they are.”

Finn turned to find their friends walking towards them, the most nervous among them being Sirius, who was wringing his hands and biting his nails.

“Stop that,” Remus scolded. “You're going to make yourself bleed.”

“But Moony, this is the biggest day of my life!”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Is it really, now?”

Sirius didn't even seem phased by his boyfriend's expression. “Yes.” He turned to Lily. “What if he doesn't make it?”

Lily shook her head nervously. “Don't even talk about that.”

Natalie laughed. “He'll probably never recover.”

“Nat.”

“Noelle thinks they've both got a good chance,” Thomas piped in with a dreamy look on his face. Noelle, Logan's older sister, was the new captain of the Harpies, and Thomas’ girlfriend. “If it helps.”

Sirius and Lily's expressions indicated that it didn't.  

“Hello, party people!” Finn called with a wave. “How we feeling today?” He took one look at Lily’s face and winced. “Yeah, sorry I asked.”

Regulus and Cole, a friend of theirs in their year in Gryffindor, went to sit by Leo, who had laced the fingers of his opposite hand with Finn's. Lily and Sirius sat together, chattering nervously while Remus and Thomas looked on in amusement. Natalie plopped herself by Finn's side. “Hello, Freckle.”

“Hi, Nat,” he said, giving her a sideways hug. “How are things? How's my older brother?”

Natalie looked amused. “I thought you talked all the time.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “No. He spends way more time talking to you.”

“I should hope so.” She sighed, settling onto the bleachers. “He's good, both he and Kase. Been working on rehab with the Common Welsh Green they found injured a couple weeks back, and Kasey's got lots of shifts at Mungo's so they've been busy.” She shrugged with a smile. “But other than that, they've been good.”

“Good,” Finn said. “You know, my parents are still expecting you to come to County Kerry at some point after we graduate in May. They're so excited that my brother found two Scots instead of two English people.”

Natalie laughed. “Shitting on the English sounds like a great bonding experience.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Lo's from England.”

Natalie rolled her eyes. “He moved to Sheffield from Nice when he was eleven. He still sounds French when he speaks English. That boy doesn't count.” She narrowed her eyes. “If anything, a Frenchman is better because the English hate them.”

Finn laughed. “That's my Lolo.”

“Speaking of,” Natalie said. She plucked at his sign. “Really?”

Finn shrugged. “Leo's parents are Muggles and introduced Lo and I to football when we went to visit in Beddgelert over Easter. The fans carry signs in the crowd.” He waggled his eyebrows. “His mom also taught me Welsh swear words that people yell during the match.”

“You're a weird one, O'Hara.”

Finn felt a tug on his hand and immediately turned. Both Leo and Logan were shiny topics for Finn, instantly diverting his attention from any other happenings around him. He put on his most dazzling smile. “Yes, pretty sunshine baby?”

Leo rolled his eyes at Regulus’ gagging noises and jerked his head to the pitch. “They're starting.”

Finn sat up straighter, sucking in a breath. Sure enough, the players were all lined up, listening to instructions from a coach. Finn's leg started bouncing again and he squeezed Leo's hand tighter.

“Cariad,” Leo whispered. “It's going to be fine. He was asked to try out, they already think he's good.”

“I know,” Finn whispered, tapping his foot. “I’m still really nervous.”

Leo sighed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Rwy'n dy garu di. And we love him, too. It's going to be fine, Fish.”

Finn turned to look at him. “Diolch.”

It was worth it to see Leo's smile. “Look at you, catching on.”

“Wait until you hear the stuff your mom taught me.”

Leo snorted. “I don't want to know.”

They both turned back to the pitch to watch as the tryouts began.

O'Knutzy Household, May 2024

“Rouge?” Logan’s voice called out. “I'm home, mon coeur.”

“In the dining room!” Finn replied.

There were footsteps and then two arms came to wrap around his shoulders from behind, a chin resting on his head. “Salut.”

“Hi, baby,” Finn tilted his head and brought a hand up to cup Logan's jaw and give him a kiss. “Good practice?”

“Ouais, it was fine. Le still not home?”

Finn shook his head. “No, he's still proctoring the Advanced Potions exam until six. I just got home from my office, I was grading all day.”

Logan hummed. “Your head okay?”

“My brain feels like it's going to melt, but not too bad.”

Logan made a noise of dissent and scratched a hand through Finn's scalp. “C'est bien?”

Finn nodded, leaning into the touch. “Thanks, love.” He shook the photo. “Hey, look what I found.”

Logan peered down over his shoulder, one arm bracketing Finn's upper body as his hand came to rest on the dining room table. “Is that-?”

Finn kissed his cheek. “Your try-outs and signing day. I found this box in the closet.” He rubbed his thumb over their faces. “Look how young we were.”

Logan smiled into Finn's hair. “That sign was so stupid.”

“Nuh uh,” Finn protested. “You loved it.”

“Ouais, I did.” Logan sat down beside him, taking Finn's face in his hands. Finn leaned forward almost unintentionally, hooked on the way Logan held him. “You're still so beautiful. More than you were then.”

“Hey, I thought you loved eighteen year-old me.”

“Oui.” Logan swiped his thumb under Finn’s eye. “But now you're not so- scranny?”

“Scrawny, love.”

“Ouais, that's the one,” Logan said. He kissed Finn's temple softly. “You're not so scrawny anymore. And you get more beautiful every day.”

“Says the muscle man,” Finn said. He leaned forward and bit Logan’s shoulder. “What are Leo and I supposed to do, huh, with you walking around looking like you do?” He shucked up Logan’s shirt to get a hand on his abs. “This is for our eyes only.”

Logan smiled. “Ouais, all yours.” He looked back down at the photo. “Soleil was so tall, even then.”

“He's taller now, I swear. Sexy, tall sunshine baby.”

Logan laughed. “You're so weird.”

“You married this weirdness, love,” Finn said, waggling his ring finger. “No take backs.”

“Non, no take-backs.” He got a closer look at the photo. “How long ago was this? Almost ten years, non?”

“Nine. Year we graduated, baby, 2015.”

“Wow,” Logan said. “It does not feel that long ago.”

Finn grinned. “You know, that means we've been together almost ten years. This October.”

Logan's eyes crinkled around his smile. “You're right.” He sighed, resting his head against Finn's. “I remember that day.”

“Don't think any of us could forget it.”

Hogwarts Potions Classroom, 2014

Logan was just slightly embarrassed that he needed tutoring in Potions from someone the year below him. He just couldn't seem to make it click, and if he wanted to have any sort of backup plan to professional Quidditch he really needed to do well on his N.E.W.T.S. Potions, it seemed, was the one thing his brain just couldn't quite comprehend, not even some of the more basic brews, and he found himself grasping at straws every class. 

Sirius wasn't much better, really, but he at least had his boyfriend, Remus, to help him through the hard ones (although Remus refused to partner with him in class, citing him as a ‘danger prone to explosives’ and only brewed with Lily). And James and Luke had both really helped him last year, but James had dropped Potions (“like bloody fuck am I following in my dad's footsteps now that he's got Regulus as his apprentice, thank Merlin”), and Luke had graduated. Finn was good at Potions, but not good enough to tutor, and was already busy tutoring kids in Transfiguration. Besides, Logan could barely handle seeing Finn every other free hour of the day without kissing him; extra tutoring might just push him over the edge. Thus, Logan had been left floundering and barely passing. 

When Professor Dumais had suggested that Leo tutor him, Logan had been slightly embarrassed about the whole ordeal. Leo was nice, he liked Leo; he was friends with Sirius’ brother, Regulus, and had always been gentle and sweet and patient. He got along with Finn really well, too, and the three of them would study together, or he and Leo would talk about Quidditch plays while Finn pretended to know what was going on. Normally, Logan could handle that sort of friendly conversation, even if he tended to be shy. But he still spent his Potion sessions with Leo fumbling, red-faced, and a bit nervous.

Although, he guessed that only partially had to to with the embarrassment at having to be tutored. 

“Logan,” Leo sighed exasperatedly. “Counterclockwise, mate.”

“Oh,” Logan said, looking at where his hand was definitely stirring clockwise. “Merde.”

Leo sighed again. “Iawn, let's go over that again. We'll have to dump this out.”

Logan huffed, frustrated. “Désolé, Leo.”

“It's okay. Let's just try it again.”

They remixed the Felix Felices, Logan adding the ingredients under Leo's watchful eye. When it came time to stir again, Logan did stir counter clockwise, but it still wasn't quite right.

“Slower,” Leo said. He watched Logan for a couple more seconds. “Slower. And don't flick your wrist so much, that'll disrupt it.”

“Quoi? I don't understand.”

“Here,” Leo said. He came up beside Logan and took his hand to guide him. “See? Now the ingredients can mix slowly and evenly, like with Muggle baking, yeah?” 

Logan nodded, but he didn't understand. He couldn't even if he tried- he was too distracted. Leo's skin was warm against his own, his shoulder solid through his robes. His voice was so soothing in Logan's ear, chattering and intelligent and so patient, always so patient with him. Logan turned just barely and caught a glimpse of Leo's crystal blue eyes. The metal stirring stick in his hands suddenly felt too hot.

He jerked back, letting go and watching as the stick clattered against the side of the cauldron. A bit of potion spilled out and onto the floor, both of them jumping out of the way just in time.

Leo whirled on him, a slightly frustrated look on his face. “Logan- what? What is going on with you today?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

Leo shook his head. “I don't have to do this you know? Professor Dumais asked Regulus first, but he couldn't, so I offered, because I care about you and I want you to do well!”

“I know,” Logan said timidly. His chest was heaving.

“Then what is going on?” Leo was almost shouting now, and he took a step forward to look at Logan more squarely. “You spend every time, like- like, jumpy and nervous and I don't get it! Is it because…” His voice turned soft, his face suddenly pale. “Is it because I'm…?”

Logan's lips parted, a light breath escaping him. Leo didn't hide the fact he was gay. He'd dated a boy a little while back, Jack, a Slytherin. They'd broken up before the summer. Logan didn't know anything other than what Sirius knew through Regulus. I don't know, mate, Regulus just said he'd been ‘dealt with’. Not too sure I want to know what my little brother did, if I'm honest. But he wasn't too nice to Leo I'm assuming.

“No, Le,” Logan whispered. He had to look up to look Leo in the eye. “It's not cause you're gay.”

“Then what?”

Logan took a shaky breath. “It's because you're- it's because I'm-” Leo's eyebrows raised expectantly. Logan's heart was racing. “It's because you make me feel…”

“I make you feel what, Lo?”

Logan closed his eyes briefly at the way Leo's soft voice said his name. He leaned closer, taking in Leo’s eyes and full, wet lips. “It's because you make me feel-”

The door banged open. “Knock knock!” Finn strode through with his usual lively gate. “How is the potion- oh.” 

Logan and Leo had jerked apart, Leo backing into the table behind him with a white-knuckle grip on the edge. His face was bright red and he was staring hard at the floor, biting his lip. Logan was stood stock-still, eyes flitting nervously between the other two boys. He knew what they had just done- or, almost had just done- was written all over their faces.

“Oh,” Finn said again. He looked shocked and a bit dejected. “I'm so sorry, I'll-” He turned towards the door. “I'll just be going-”

“No!” Leo outbursted. He looked surprised by his own words. “I mean, no, don't go. It- it's okay.”

Finn looked skeptically between them. “But you- you two were…”

“No,” Leo said, then shook his head quickly. “I mean, we didn't- we hadn't-” He let out a frustrated noise, grasping at his own hair. He looked to Logan. “Ffyc,” he said. He looked back to Finn, eyes pleading. “Oh, fucking hell.”

Then he strode across the room, took Finn's surprised face in his hands, and kissed him right on the mouth.

Logan watched as Finn stumbled back a moment, eyes wide. But Leo kept kissing him, a little desperately, and Finn made a soft noise and relaxed into it. One arm wrapped tightly around Leo's waist, the other reached up to grasp at Leo's hair with his fingers. Finn met Leo's urgency for a moment before they both gentled, kissing one another in long draws. Logan could barely breathe.

Eventually, they pulled away. Finn looked a bit shell-shocked, wide brown eyes staring at Leo for a moment before turning to Logan. He swallowed. “I…”

Leo smiled softly and leaned into to give him a barely-there kiss, Finn chasing his mouth for one more. Then, Leo released him and walked over to Logan, back to his shyer self. “Can I kiss you too?”

Logan nodded, not really trusting his words. Leo cupped his jaw in his large hands, leaning down. Logan gripped one of his wrists softly and stood on his tiptoes to meet him.

Their mouths met gently, so gently that Logan almost couldn't feel it. Leo's lips were soft and warm, and Logan heard himself make a noise before kissing Leo a bit harder. Leo kissed him back so purposefully that Logan had to reach out a hand to steady himself on Leo's body. He fell forward into Leo's chest as Leo traced his mouth with his tongue, Logan letting him in eagerly. Leo smiled into their kiss, working Logan's mouth gently with his own, and Logan felt like he was about to buzz out of his skin. He kissed Leo with a bit more pressure, eager to feel every part of him, when Leo abruptly broke away. Logan let out an involuntary whine as Leo kissed down his neck a few times. He gripped Leo's curls. 

“I think someone else wants your attention,” Leo whispered hotly into Logan's ear.

Logan panted, barely having the strength to hold himself up as Leo pulled away. Leo winked at him- which should have been illegal, merde- before jerking his head to gesture beside him.

Logan turned to find Finn had crossed over to stand next to them, hip resting against one of the work benches. His arms were crossed, one of his hands reaching up to touch his thumb to his lip. He looked them both up and down once before making eye contact with Logan. He smiled, then walked over to press his hands to Logan's hips. Logan felt his breath catch. “Finn…”

Finn took that as his cue and bent his head to kiss Logan hard. Logan threaded a hand through those soft red waves and leant back onto the work bench behind him, whimpering when Finn scraped his teeth over Logan's bottom lip. God, both of them kissed so well it made Logan dizzy.

After a few moments, Logan felt a hot mouth on his neck and Leo's breath in his ear. He let out another sound and grasped for something with his free hand, Leo lacing their fingers together. His other hand covered Finn's on Logan's waist, providing leverage to suck on the skin just below Logan's jaw.

Finn smiled into a last kiss, then he, too, began to press his lips to Logan's jaw and neck. Logan lolled his head back, leaning into both of them. 

Suddenly, he felt Leo giggle against his skin and pull away. He opened his eyes to find Leo looking at the two of them, hand pressed to his flushed cheek and smiling widely. Finn pulled away, too, taking one look at Leo and joining him in his laughter, his freckles scrunching up around his cheeks and nose. Logan grinned a bit stupidly, flushed with sheepishness.

“What the fuck?” Finn laughed. He took Leo's face in his hands. “Leo, what the fuck?”

“I don't know,” Leo giggled. It sounded like sunshine. “I don't know, I'm being so honest.”

That set them all off again, and soon Logan's sides hurt from his belly shaking. Finn's laugh was loud and barking, and he slumped against Leo's body. Logan liked how they looked together.

“Holy shit. Holy shit, Le,” Finn said. He looked up. “Where did that come from?”

Leo shrugged, amused. “Was tired of waiting, I guess.” He snorted. “Plus, it seemed like the easiest way to explain the situation without having you running.”

Finn raised an eyebrow. “And how did you know I wouldn't run if you kissed me?”

Leo's looked him up and down, smiling when Finn's ears turned red. “Just a feeling.” He reached a hand out to Logan and pulled him towards them. “You okay, Lo?”

Logan sank into the hand on his waist. “Ouais,” he said. He stood on his toes to kiss Leo's cheek and smiled at the both of them. “I think I'd like to take you on a date.”

Their answering smiles were blinding.

O'Knutzy Household, May 2024

Finn pressed a kiss to Logan's temple. “Le was so brave that day.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “He's so brave all the time.”

“Mm.” The sound of their door opening reverberated around the room. “Speak of the devil.” He turned his head. “Le! In here!”

Leo's blonde head peeked around the doorway. He smiled. “Hi.” He came and gave each of them a kiss. “How are we?”

“Good,” Logan said against his mouth. “Fish found some photos.”

Leo's eyes were twinkly. He sat down on Finn's other side. “Oh yeah? Let's see, then.”

Finn leaned over to show him. “Lo's try-outs and signing day.”

Leo smiled. “Oh, I remember that.” He caught Logan's eye. “We were so proud of you.”

Logan blushed and looked up at him through his thick eyelashes. “Merci.” He reached around to drape Finn's arm over his shoulders. “We were talking. It's been almost ten years since we got together.”

Leo laughed. “Oh, God.”

Finn scoffed. “What's that tone for?”

Leo waved him off. “Nothing, I just- the memory makes me laugh, is all.”

“Why?”

“I don't know, it just…” Leo rolled his eyes at himself. “I was kind of silly.”

Logan looked amused. “Non, you weren't silly.” He took Leo's hand and kissed it. “You were very brave.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed. He nuzzled Leo's cheek. “You brave little youngster, you.”

“Ugh, don't remind me.” Leo wiped his hand over his face. “I felt so stupid, being a pining sixteen year-old.”

“Not stupid,” Finn retorted. “And besides, we were the silly-stupid ones.” He bit at Leo's jaw. “We were so whiny that year we spent apart waiting for you to graduate.”

Leo looked amused. “You were?”

“Oui,” Logan said, standing up. He scooted Leo's chair back and flopped down into his lap. He tucked his face into Leo's neck. “We would just count down the minutes until our next mirror call.”

Leo stroked up at down Logan's back. “You're sweet.”

“No, you are,” Finn said with a kiss to Leo's cheek. “We were more excited for you to graduate than you were.”

Hogwarts Grounds, May 2016

Leo checked his watch, magically protected against the wards of Hogwarts, and bit his lip. Ten minutes until the ceremony. He could do this, he could totally do this. He'd already taken his exams, he had already done well- all that there was left to do was to walk across that stage and shake his professors’ hands. 

“You look like you're about to faint.”

Leo turned to look at Regulus, who had an eyebrow raised cooly, Cole beside him. “Huh?”

“I said, you look like you're about to faint.”

“Real helpful of you, cheers.”

“You'll be fine, Leo,” Cole said. He shrugged. “Besides, all you gotta do is walk across the stage.”

“But what if my parents don't arrive okay? Or what if I trip? Oh God, there are Ministry people here, if they see me trip, I'll never get a job-”

“Fucking hell,” Regulus said. He took Leo's shoulders in his hands and looked him squarely in the eye. “Leo, you're the third best in our class.”

“Yeah, behind you. And Layla.”

Regulus shrugged. “Can't beat perfection.” When Leo glared at him, he sighed. “Seriously, Le, you've done really well. Anybody will be happy to take you. And I'm sure your parents got here fine, I asked mum and dad to help them. Monty and Effie are angels, they definitely took good care of them.” He shook Leo gently. “And most importantly, those boyfriends of yours that you can't stop waxing poetic about will be here. If you do fall, Finn will go help you up, and if anybody says anything bad about you Logan will glare at them so hard they'll turn to ash, okay? Fucking guard dog, that one.”

Leo smiled dreamily. “Yeah.”

Regulus flinched and curled his lip. “Oh, God. Bleh. You three are disgusting.”

“I think they're cute,” Cole piped up. 

“Yes, yes, very,” Regulus said drily. He threw an arm around each of their shoulders, all three clad in their nice robes and school ties hanging off their necks. “Let's go hand over the last bit of youthful freedom the world has provided for our aching hearts and harrowed souls.”

“Oh, Christ, not yet,” Cole groaned. “You read way to many philosophical Muggle books.”

“They're the most intellectual of company.”

Leo laughed. “Quit talking like a posho, you Victorian wannabe. Let's go graduate.”

The actual ceremony space wasn't all that extravagant. There was a raised platform with chairs for the graduates on one side, professors on the other, and a lecturn for the speeches. Leo,  Layla, and Regulus, top three in their class, and Cole, Head Boy, Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, winner of the House Cup (much to Leo's chagrin), and future Harpies Beater, were sat all together in the first row. Leo immediately spotted his parents, sat with Effie and Monty. Beside them were Sirius, Remus, Lily, and James, all in attendance to support Regulus. James and Sirius each let out a whoop, which made Regulus’ mouth quirk (though he'd never admit it). Leo smiled, heart beating faster as his eyes moved down the row, looking for-

There. Right at the end of the row of chairs sat Finn and Logan, all fancy-looking in their nice slacks and button down shirts. Ever since Leo's parents had taken them charity shopping, they preferred to wear Muggle clothes instead of wizard robes. Logan pursed his lips and blew Leo a kiss, which surprised a laugh out of him, and Finn sent him a signature wink and a wiggle of his fingers. Leo blushed, wiggled his fingers back, and turned to pay attention to Headmistress McConagall’s opening words. 

There were a few general speeches after that. Regulus, as first in their class, gave one (Leo swore he saw Sirius and the Potters crying), as well as Layla, who was one of the most intelligent people Leo had ever met and Cole’s crush since fourth year (no matter how much he insisted it wasn’t like that). They stood to sing the school song, then each walked across the stage to receive their diplomas and transcripts. Regulus went first, garnering huge cheers from his brother and their friends and family, to which he rolled his eyes, but smiled. Layla went next, also to lots of clapping and cheers (one of the loudest of which from Lily, who she was going to work with at St. Mungo’s), and then Leo went. He shook the Headmistress’ hand, then a few other professors’. The last one he came to was Professor Dumais.

“Congratulations, Leo,” he said in his heavy French accent and with his signature smile. “You’ve done really well. One of the best students I’ve had the pleasure of teaching.”

Leo blushed. “Really?”

Professor Dumais nodded. “Really.” He brought Leo closer to whisper into his ear. “I’m going to be leaving this place in a few years, to spend some more time with Celeste and the kids. The position is yours if you want it, oui? I'll put in a good word.”

Leo pulled back, shocked. “But, sir, I've got to do an apprenticeship, and-”

Professor Dumais winked. “I think you'll find that all sorted. I wrote a recommendation on your behalf.” He winked. “Ms. Meadowes is excited to work with you.”

Leo gulped. Dorcas Meadowes was one of the most renowned Potions Masters in the field. She was young, only a few years older than Leo, incredibly intelligent, and very selective with who she hired. Leo used to dream of working with her.

“Thank you,” he gasped out. “Thank you, sir.”

Professor Dumais patted him on the back and sent him on his way.

After that, there was a farewell speech by the Headmistress, then a congratulations. When they were officially announced as graduates, there was a big yell and a standing ovation. Leo brought Cole and Regulus into an excited hug. He and Cole were both shouting. Regulus even let out an amused laugh, which was basically as excited as he ever got, and so Leo ruffled his hair. 

Finally, they were let off the stage, and Leo soon found himself in a tight hug from his mother. 

“Oh, my boy,” she said in Welsh. “We are so proud of you!”

Leo squeezed her tightly, turning his face into her blonde curls. His dad patted his back, kissing the side of his head. “Well done, Le. Congratulations.”

Leo leaned into his parents again before letting his mother go. “Mum, have you seen-?”

She cupped his face. “They're  around here somewhere, darling. Last I saw, Finn was taking pictures of Regulus and Sirius with that Muggle camera we got him.”

Leo shook his head fondly. “He's obsessed with that thing.”

“Oh, they're both such loves” she said. She patted his cheek. “Off you go, cariad. I'm going to find Effie, she's got a new roast recipe for me.”

Leo waved his parents off with a smile, using his height to peer over the crowd. He found them before they found him, and he took a moment to gaze smittenly. Finn had one hand clasped in Logan's, the other holding a small digital camera Leo's parents had gotten him for Christmas. He admired Logan's shoulders, visibly strong even through his button down, and the way Finn's red waves turned slightly golden in the sun. Logan saw him first, eyes lighting up, and tugged at Finn's hand. Rouge, Leo saw him say.

Leo bit his lip around his smile. Hi, he mouthed.

Logan let go of Finn's hand and was off, walking quickly through the crowd of people. When he broke through the last person, he broke off into a light jog. He and Leo laughed at each other as Logan threw his arms around Leo's neck, jumping to wrap his legs around his waist. Leo held him tight to his body.

“Hi, honey,” he laughed. “Hi.”

He felt Finn crash into them a moment later, and moved one hand to boost Logan under his thigh and used the other to draw Finn to his side. Finn's smile filled his vision right up until he kissed him, hard and a bit sloppy for being in public.

“Hi, sunshine,” Finn said as he pulled away. “Oh, how we missed you. We missed you, baby. Oh-” He broke himself off by kissing Leo again, grinning hard. 

“Missed you, too, cariad,” Leo sighed, letting Finn tuck his face into his neck. “Missed you so much.”

Logan finally pulled back, gripping Leo's hair. He was grinning so hard his nose was scrunching. Leo couldn't believe how green his eyes were. “Soleil.”

“Hi.” Leo nuzzled their noses, then let Logan kiss him deeply. His tongue traced Leo's bottom lip, and Leo made a soft noise before pulling back. “My parents are here, Lo.”

“I don't care,” Logan said, kissing Leo again. He sighed into Leo's mouth. “Je t'aime.”

“I love you,” Leo said. He boosted Logan up and pressed a hand to the side of Finn's head where he was resting it on Leo's shoulder. “I love you both so much.”

“Love you,” Finn said. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. “It's so nice to say that to you in person.”

Leo tweaked his ear. “What, you don't love mirror dates?”

“Non,” Logan said defiantly. He'd taken up residence in the crook of Leo's neck again. “Take you on a real date.”

Leo shared a fond look with Finn. “Sounds good to me.” His eyes widended excitedly. “Hey, wait until I tell you what Professor Dumais said.”

O'Knutzy Household, May 2024

“We didn't know what was coming for us, huh?” Leo said. He kissed Logan's shoulder. “You with your Quidditch, Finn and I in our apprenticeships.” He sighed. “Who would've thought, you know?”

Finn rested his head on Leo's unoccupied shoulder. “I don't know. I think our past selves would have liked this life of ours.”

Leo turned to look at him. His eyes were blue and soft in the warm dining room light. “Yeah?”

Finn smiled, tracing Leo's jaw with a finger. “Yeah.” He kissed Leo's forehead gently. “I sure know I would. All that was important to younger me was you two.”

Leo snorted, jostling Logan's body on top of him. “That's not true.”

Finn nuzzled his cheek. “No, it's not. But it was the most important thing out of all the important things.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, finally rousing himself from Leo's neck. He looked a bit sleepy. “The most important thing.”

Leo kissed him lightly. “You look tired, cariad. How about I go heat up some leftover curry, okay? Then we snuggle and go to bed.”

Logan nodded. “Mm hm. Sounds good.”

With a last lingering kiss to Logan's lips, Leo shifted so Logan could climb into Finn's lap. Leo then kissed Finn's forehead and went through to the kitchen, humming softly to himself. Finn rubbed Logan's back. 

“Rouge?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can we look at more photos in bed?”

Finn smiled into Logan's neck. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. He took a breath. “I'm glad soleil was so brave that day.”

Finn closed his eyes and breathed in. Logan smelled like himself and Leo. Finn wanted to fall asleep to that scent forever. “Me, too, baby. Me too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s the third win?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanna write that novel, Harz?”

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

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

“No returns.”

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

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

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

“Over here, honey.”

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

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

“Rat-patootie,” Finn said, smirking.

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

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

“You trying to start something there, ten?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ouais.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan sighed heavily. “Do you ever think…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan gasped, then pinched his side. “Non, Harzy. Ne dis pas ça.”

“Nom nom nom.”

Leo laughed. “You got your point across, Harz, I think.”

Finn laughed at the burst of kisses Leo pressed to his neck. “I’m very wise, Leonardo.”

That made Leo full-body laugh again, and he laid himself down on the other side of Logan’s chest. After a minute, he began kissing along Logan’s ribs, open-mouthed and hot against the skin. Logan flushed. “Soleil.”

Finn was getting warmer just looking at them. Leo looked up from a mark he was making on the outside of Logan’s torso, his signature sly grin on his face. “I think Finn said something about fun, naked acitivites.”

They both moved their gazes over to him, and Finn gave a serious set of nods. “Yes. Yes, yes I absolutely did.” He kissed down Logan’s neck. “Naked, very naked activities. Fucking gorgeous boys.”

And with Logan laughing breathlessly under him and Leo kissing along his spine with a smile, Finn thought that this was the wisest decision of them all. 

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

Yikes, sorry, babe. 🤘

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

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

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

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

Credits to @lumosinlove !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, but France-”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re right,” Leo sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D’accord.” Leo sighed. “Love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mama-”

“Nope, go, sweetheart.” 

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

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

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

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

“Mama.”

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m so-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finn looked genuinely confused. “What?”

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

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

“But-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure-”

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

“Right.” A pause. “Are you sure?”

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

“But-”

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

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

Leo looked him up and down. “No?”

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

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

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

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

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