“He Picks Me Up All The Time” Erm We Need More Of Finn Picking Up His Boyfriends ASAPPPOO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Our kitchen,” Finn said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Sighs*

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

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

Credits to @lumosinlove :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good. C’mere.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

“Fuck me, this steak is good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan let out an angry breath. “Jack.”

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

“What?” Logan pressed. “What, rouge?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

saw this meme template earlier and it made me laugh

Honestly, this is pretty much my inbox. 😂

your writing is getting me through finals week 🙏🥹! That last fic was actually so cute I think it would be funny to see a boy who leo had “been with” in the past who maybe ended up at gryff university or something coming to one of the games with a sign and leo getting all flustered 😭. I’m a firm believer that leo had more situationships than just jack 🤮

This ended up being a very cute ask, so thank you! I am also a firm believer in showing how beautiful queer love can be in middle school/high school (like in Heartstopper). So meet someone who treated our Leo well, before Jack (ew) came into the picture and broke our sunshine's heart. But it's okay now- he's got two boyfriends who love him very, very much. <3

Keep the asks coming! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“No way,” James laughed, mouthguard hanging out of his mouth and water bottle poised for a sip. “No fucking way! Nutty, you dog.”

Leo looked up from where he was in a butterfly stretch. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Sirius laughed at James’ waggling eyebrows. He jerked his chin to the glass. “You got an admirer there, nut.”

“Who?” Leo asked, confused expression on his face. “Is it Finn making faces again? Because I told him it distracts- oh.”

Across the ice a few rows up from the glass was a boy that looked like he was about Leo’s age with tan skin and dark, curly hair. He was in a Lions jersey, Leo’s own, and was holding a white sign above his forehead and smiling. Hi from NOLA! it said. We love #1! His friend beside him was laughing in his own Lions jersey.

Leo laughed and stood. He gestured to Layla, who was on the bench. “Layla, may you please pass me a puck and a sharpie?”

She nodded at him and bustled around for a puck and silver pen, handing them to him with a smile. “Do you know them?”

“Yeah, I went to school with one of them back home. I think he’s at Gryffindor University now, I saw it on his Instagram.” He wrote his signature with a smiley face and handed her back the pen. “Thanks, Layla. Be right back.”

She patted his head. “Off you go, nutter butter.”

James whistled at him while he skated away and Leo saw Finn lift his head up from where he had also been doing his warm-up stretches. Leo rolled his eyes playfully and made his way over to the glass. He smiled up and waved for the two boys to come down, and they hustled down the steps and stopped right in front of Leo.

“Enrique,” Leo greeted. “Long time no see. How are you?”

“‘Sup, Le,” Enrique answered. 

He looked the same as he had when they were in middle and high school, a little gangly with bright white teeth and a sharp jawline. Leo remembered meeting him for the first time in 5th grade and being confused as to why his face flushed so hard. Flashbacks of tentative hand-holding and first kisses on an overnight school trip ran fondy through his mind. He remembered being young and unsure, and Enrique always being so gentle and kind. 

Enrique seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he looked at Leo with a wide smile. “How’s the big show?”

“It’s good,” Leo said. He fiddled with the puck in his hand. “You studying at Gryff?”

“Yup! Math with a minor in anthropology.” He wrapped an arm around the boy beside him and noogied him in the head. “It’s how I met this history buff- we had a couple freshman classes together.” He lowered his arm to wrap gently around the boy’s waist and smiled up at him. “This is my boyfriend, Shan.”

Leo could feel his nose scrunching up with his smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” Shan replied, a bit shyly. “It’s really cool to see you out here.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, it feels good to be out here.” He tossed the puck up and down a few times in his fingers. “Hey, step back a little bit and put your hands up.”

Enrique did as told and deftly caught the puck that Leo tossed over the glass. Shan leaned over to look at it and read it as well, and they both looked up and smiled at him.

Suddenly, Leo felt a presence skate up to his side and watched both of their eyes widen. Leo bit his lip and turned to find Finn next to him. “Harz. This is Enrique and Shan.”

“Hello, lover,” Finn said, eyes twinkling. He looked over at the two boys. “Saw one of your friends had my jersey.” He smiled through the glass. “Hey, catch!”

Shan caught his own puck with a laugh. “Thanks, Harzy!”

Finn saluted. “No problem.” He wrapped an arm around Leo’s waist and squeezed gently. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take my Leo here back to his goal so I can practice scoring on him.”

Leo nudged him gently. “Alright, alright.” He tapped a hand up to the glass. “It was good to see you, Enrique. You, too, Shan. Enjoy the game!”

“You, too!”

“Good luck!”

“Gentlemen,” Finn said, then tugged Leo to face him as the two boys went back to their seats. “Did you know them?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, I went to school with Enrique.” He grinned down at Finn. “He was my first kiss on a middle school outdoor excursion trip.”

Finn froze for a second then broke out into a smile, his tongue sticking out a little. “Oh? And who kisses better?”

Leo snorted and tapped his helmet to Finn’s. “It was a first kiss, sweetheart. Nothing to write home about. And the boy he was with today is his boyfriend, they both go to college here.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Finn gave Leo a tap on the butt with his stick then snatched a puck. “Go get in goal, sunshine, I’ll shoot on you,” he said. As he skated towards the blue line, he turned around to look at Leo again. “Then we’ll go to home and FaceTime Lo while I kiss you stupid!”

Leo flushed at the chirps that got from their teammates, but smiled and narrowed his eyes as he turned to face Finn in his net. 

Later, after they had a post-victory pasta dinner in their apartment, Leo was warm and flushed, pressed against the mattress by Finn’s body. Finn had called Logan with single-minded zeal, told him the story of warm-ups, and then had proceeded to kiss Leo into oblivion, Logan watching them eagerly from the iPad. Finn’s hands were all over Leo’s body and his lips somehow insistent and gentle. Leo felt like he was drowning and breathing clearly at the same time, caught in the whirlwind that was Finn’s focused attention. After what felt like hours, Finn pulled away, lips wet and red and hair a mess from Leo’s hands. 

“So,” he began with a mischievous grin. “Who kisses better?”

Leo shook his head in amusement. “I told you, he was my first kiss. He’s probably way better at it now, and anyways, it’s not a competition.”

“Ouais, yes it is,” Logan said. He had his head resting on his hands and his green eyes were roaming up and down their bodies. “It’s always a competition. Allez, Le. Who’s better?”

“Guys, we were thirteen-”

“Leo.”

“I’m just saying, I’d feel weird comparing-”

But Finn interrupted him with a frustrated huff and bent to press his lips all over Leo’s neck and face. Leo laughed and wrapped his arms and legs around Finn’s body, head tilted up against the pillows and pliant. When Finn pulled away his face was serious but his eyes were twinkling. “You know there’s only one right answer, butter.”

Leo sighed and leaned up to kiss him. “You,” he said. He turned to smile at Logan, sated and content. “You, you, and you.” 

these fics are so good! Can you do a Cubs panic attack hurt comfort fic? I feel like Leo is always the comforter, can we see his boys rally to care for him when he’s feeling super anxious 🙏🏼

Everyone has a bad day. Sometimes the clouds hide the sunshine. But it's okay, he's got two boyfriends who are always going to be there for him!

Please keep sending in prompts! <3

All credits to @lumosinlove :)

On my way up, Logan sent as the elevator doors closed behind him. He leant against his suitcase handle, watching as the numbers increased on the screen above the doors. Though it had only been a few weeks since Leo and Finn had come to New York for a game, it felt like months. Logan, for his part, was looking forward to a week with no hockey (with the exception of watching the All Stars) and with his boyfriends. He yawned, slightly tired from the early morning drive, but perked up when the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

As he stepped out, he heard a door open quickly from down the hall, and he looked up to find Finn jogging towards him. Leo was leaning against the doorframe to their apartment, arms crossed and with a soft smile on his face.

Logan barely had time to get his suitcase off the elevator before Finn was squeezing him around the waist and lifting him up with an excited laugh.

“Baby's home!” he said, far too loudly for the empty hallway, but he didn't seem to care.

Logan laughed in his ear as Finn spun him around. He could see Leo laughing, too, over Finn’s shoulder. “Salut, rouge.”

In one motion, Finn set him down and drew him in for hard, happy kisses. Logan almost couldn't keep up.

“Hi,” Finn said in between each press of their mouths. “Hi, hi, hi, I missed you.”

Logan kissed him lingering once more before pulling back. “Missed you.”

Finn turned him around to walk towards the door. He pressed against Logan's back, one hand on his waist and one dragging his suitcase. It was impractical and clumsy as they moved towards Leo, but Logan wasn't ready to be out of Finn’s arms quite yet. 

When they arrived in the doorway, Leo was looking down amusedly at them. Logan admired the way his shoulder muscles showed through his T-shirt before stepping into his space. 

“Hi, honey,” Leo said with a smile. “Welcome home.”

Logan just reached up to wrap his arms tightly around Leo's neck, Leo doing the same around Logan's waist. Leo smelled spicy, like he'd been cooking, and like their laundry detergent. Logan breathed it in before pulling back slightly to cup around the base of Leo's neck. “Bonjour, mon soleil.”

Finn pressed against Logan's back again as Leo leaned down to kiss him. Logan sighed against Leo's mouth. They kissed softly, languidly, until Leo cupped Logan's face in his palms to hold him there a moment. When they pulled apart, Leo bent down to tuck his nose in Logan's neck. “Missed you.”

There was a sizzling sound from the kitchen and Leo let Logan go. “Whoops, that'll be the meatballs.”

“Meatballs?” Logan asked, following Leo curiously over to the stove.

Leo nodded. “Got all your favorites on the menu this week. Spaghetti and meatballs, chicken wings, lamb stew, spicy burritos, chili. Some creme brulee- I finally got a tray with sides for a water bath. Homemade bread.” Leo paused, turning a few meatballs over to let them finish browning. “Oh, and your maman sent me her cassoulet recipe. Figured I'd sneak that in as well.”

Logan smiled against Leo's bicep. “Merci, soleil.” He looked up to gaze at Leo's side profile. “But you don't have to do all that if you don't want to. I don't want you to stress.”

“That's what I said!” Finn called from where he was putting Logan's suitcase in their bedroom.

Leo shook his head. “And I told you it's fine!” He dropped a kiss on Logan's head. “I know you don't eat as well in New York. I want you to feel at home.”

“I do feel at home,” Logan said. “You're here.”

Leo smiled happily down at him and leaned in for a kiss. “I love you.” He inspected his meatballs. “Now, go have a seat, sweetheart. I'll finish this up to let the sauce simmer for a few hours, then I'll make us some lunch.”

Logan sighed but complied, going over to take his rightful place sitting on the counter.

***

The BLTs for lunch the first day were good. So was the spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Logan didn't mind spending the whole day in the apartment, sitting at the counter in Finn’s arms to keep Leo company while he cooked. It felt so good just to be together again.

The following day had been a relaxing one as well. They'd gone for a morning run all together, then brought pastries back to go with the eggs and bacon Leo cooked. Leo had no sooner finished his plate than he was washing the dishes and getting out more ingredients to prepare food for the All Stars week. But it was okay- they sat on the couch together to watch the skills competition with piles of homemade wings, onion rings, and loaded fries.

It was the third day that Logan started to get worried. By the look Finn gave him as they stepped through the apartment door, hand in Logan's after coming back from the pharmacy, he did, too.

“Le?” Finn asked cautiously. “You okay?”

“Hm?” Leo looked up at them. He was stirring at the stove with one hand and measuring out some stock with the other. He paused to step away and pour what looked like brownie batter into a pan. “I'm okay.”

“Do you need help?” Logan asked.

Leo shook his head, distracted. “No, thank you. Go put on the All Star game, I'll join you in a minute.”

Logan and Finn looked at each other warily as they shrugged off their coats.

***

“Shit.”

Finn jerked his head up from his place on Logan's chest on the fourth day. They both peered over the back of the couch at Leo's back. 

“Le,” Logan said. “Ça va?”

Leo waved his hand. “Nope, no, it's fine. I forgot to add in the garlic before sautéeing the rest of the veggies. Just gotta mince some.”

Finn flashed his eyes to Logan before standing and walking over to the counter. “I can do it, Le.”

But Leo's arm was furiously moving with his chopping. His words were rushed and a bit frantic. “No, no, sweetheart , it's okay, I-” He was interrupted by the timer on their stove going off. “Oo, that'll be the creme brulee.” 

He grabbed a couple of oven mitts and opened the door, peering for a second.

“Le,” Finn said. “Are you sure-”

“Promise, sweetheart, I've got it.” Leo held the hot tray with one hand and stirred the pan on the stove with the other. “I just gotta make sure the garlic doesn't- ah!”

Finn took in a sharp breath. There was the sound of the tray clattering onto the counter, and then Leo was rushing towards the sink to run cold water over his arm where the boiling water from the water bath had burned him. Logan couldn't see his face, but his back muscles were tense. 

Finn looked alarmed as he carefully approached Leo's side. He gently touched Leo’s arm. “Le…”

Leo was still for a moment. Logan couldn't even hear him breathing. Then, maybe it was Finn's presence, or maybe his soft voice, but Leo's shoulders hitched with his first sob.

“Oh, baby.” Finn reached to shut the faucet off and opened his arms. “Baby, c'mere.”

Leo turned into him, crying freely now. He cradled his arms against his stomach and fell against Finn. Logan didn't think he'd ever seen Leo cry like that, helpless and lost and completely boneless. And when he spoke, his words came out disjointed. His breathing was static and much too rapid for Logan's liking.

“I'm so sorry,” Leo sobbed. “It's just- he's never here. And- and I want to do something, and this is how I- I want him home, and now I've wasted our time-”

“Sh, sh, baby,” Finn whispered. He had a hand in Leo's hair and one tight around his heaving ribs, applying pressure. “I've got you, sunshine. Breathe, baby, breathe.” 

Finn twisted his head slightly to rest it on Leo's shoulder, facing Logan. He wasn't crying, exactly, but he looked sad, heartbroken- even a little guilty, Logan thought. Guilty that he and Leo were bearing this sorrow in front of Logan. They talked about how much they missed each other, but sometimes Logan thought he would never know how truly deep their ache ran.

Logan stood and walked over cautiously to where Finn and Leo were standing by the stove. Leo had stopped crying so hard now, but his breathing was still shaky against Finn's shoulder. Logan leaned against the island opposite them. “Soleil?”

Leo pulled away with a sniffle and wiped his nose. “Hi, honey,” he said. He tried for a smile, but then his breathing caught and he put a hand over his eyes. “Fuck.”

Logan immediately took Leo in his arms, Finn moving to rub a hand up and down Leo's back. Leo wasn't crying, but his breathing was harsh against Logan’s neck.

“I'm sorry, Lo,” Leo whispered. “I'm so, so sorry.”

Logan turned his head to press his mouth to Leo's ear. “Sh, mon soleil. It's okay.”

“No, Lo, it's not, I've spent the whole time in the damn kitchen-”

“Leo,” Finn said, somehow firm and gentle in that way he always was. “We just want you to breathe for us, baby. Just for a minute.”

Leo nodded into Logan's neck, holding tightly around Logan's waist. He didn't seem to know how hard he was squeezing, but Logan didn't dare move. He squeezed just as tightly back.

After a few minutes, Leo's breathing calmed down enough that he started to get heavy in Logan's arms. Finn raised his eyebrows, and Logan nodded minutely. Finn leaned in to kiss Leo's neck. “Le?”

“Mm.”

“You wanna talk, baby?”

Leo just buried his nose further into Logan's neck and shook his head. “No.”

Logan turned his nose into Leo's curls. “Why not, mon soleil?” When Leo didn't answer and Logan felt a couple more tears fall onto his shoulder, he made a soft noise and kissed the side of Leo's head. “Mon coeur, don't cry. It's okay.”

Finn rested his forehead on Leo's shoulder. “Please tell us what's wrong, baby.”

Leo mumbled something, but it was unintelligible. 

Logan scratched at Leo's scalp. “Quoi?”

Leo sighed. “I'm embarrassed.”

Finn and Logan looked at each other with sad eyes. Logan tugged once gently on Leo’s hair. “Regarde-moi, mon soleil.”

Leo took a deep breath and stepped back. His cheeks were blotchy and his blue eyes lined with red. Logan took his face in his hands, stood on his toes, and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. Finn had one arm wrapped around Leo's torso, palm rubbing up and down his stomach.

“I'm sorry,” Leo said. “I really wanted this week to be special for you.”

“It is, Le,” Logan replied gently. “Every day with you is special.”

Leo looked down at the floor. “I just wanted to make you feel at home.”

“You make me feel at home, mon coeur. You and rouge.” Logan rubbed his thumbs underneath Leo’s eyes. “You're so good to me, and you're so kind, and so thoughtful, and so beautiful. We have the rest of our lives to eat the delicious food you cook.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “Le, we love when you cook for us, but that's not why we love you.”

“Ouais.” Logan leaned up to kiss Leo lightly. He took Leo’s hand in his to kiss just above the slightly burnt skin on his forearm. “I want to be with you, soleil. That's all I want.”

Leo pressed their foreheads together. “I'm still so sorry.”

“Non, don't be,” Logan said. “I love how sweet you are.” Logan smiled against Leo's cheek. “But maybe tonight we don't cook.”

Leo laughed tearily. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you.”

“Tell you what, nutter butter,” Finn said, shifting to stand by their sides with his arms looped around Leo's waist. “I'll box up the veggies and the beef and we can make chili together tomorrow. You'll sit at the counter looking all pretty and tell Lo and I what to do.”

Leo looked mildly horrified. “Uh-”

“Don't worry your pretty little curls, it'll be fine.” Finn pressed a wet kiss to Leo's cheek and spoke with his nose nudging where his lips had been. “Tonight, however, I'm going to take you both out to that Turkish place, then we will come home and have dessert. The creme brulee looks great, all it needs is the sugar, and you know how much I love a blow torch.”

Leo couldn't help but smile, a little bashfully, and nod. “Okay. Okay, yeah, that sounds good.” He turned to look at Finn. “Thank you.”

Finn kissed him. “Any time, you know that, baby.” His expression got a little more serious. “And, Le, if you ever feel like that again, please tell us?”

“Ouais, we won't judge,” Logan said. He nuzzled his nose under Leo's jaw. “We just want you to be alright.”

“I promise,” Leo whispered into Logan's hair. They stood still for a minute, tucked together and close. “I promise.”

“All righty,” Finn said jovially. He pressed a smacking kiss to each of their cheeks. “You go get all nice and handsome for me, and I'll clean the kitchen, okay? Lo, can you take our sunshine to the shower, and then put some cream on that burn?”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “I can shower myself.”

Finn waggled his eyebrows. “But why would you do that when Logan Tremblay is so ready and willing to go with you?”

Leo looked down at Logan and smiled. “You have a good point.” He took Logan's hand and started towards the bathroom. “We'll be right back!”

Logan grinned, looking over his shoulder to find Finn watching them fondly. Love you, he mouthed. Logan mouthed it back and continued following Leo to the bathroom. He pushed forward and wrapped his arms around Leo's waist, causing them to stumble.

Leo caught them and covered Logan's hand with his own. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded against Leo's back. “Je t'aime.”

Leo spun and kissed his forehead. “I love you, too. Now c'mon, we got a sexy redhead waiting for us.”

“I heard that!”

Logan laughed and let himself be dragged beneath the hot spray. 

Masterlist!!

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

Character credits go to @lumosinlove !

Posting Schedule EXPLAINED (as of 28 Feb, 2025)

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

Teacher Finn Pt. I

Teacher Finn Pt. II: Finn and His Fountain Pen

Man Bun Leo Knut TM

Leo's 2-4-1 Weighted Blanket Deal

Leo's Long Distance Surprise

Respecting Ratatouille (with DISCUSSIONS of the FUTURE)

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

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

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

BECs for Dinner Courtesy of FinnLo

FinnLo Finding Out About Jack >:|

Leo's Morning Accent

Concussion Angst + Fluff

Sunshine Being Carried Around

Finn and Healthy Discussion About Nefarious Activities

Icicle Leo Braving the Canadian Winter

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

Black Brothers and Their Mom, Hope Lupin

Finn's Love Language

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

O'Hara Home Videos in the Hamptons

FinnLo at a Harvard Reunion

LT10 is Back On Gryff Ice

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

Leo Learning to Accept Affection

Finn Being the Best HAB

Future Family Skate

Cubs Lazy Morning In

Where Leo Got His Gray

Finn Being a Personal Jungle Gym

Leo Being a Heat-Resistant Master Chef

Wisdom Teeth Removal

Leo's Personal Lolo Guard Dog

Cubs Visit CANADIA

Married Cubs Fluff in Nice

Leo and His Tiger Stripes

Date Night!

Leo's Gaydar

Hogwarts AU

Seeing One Another Cry

Muscle Man Logan Tremblay

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

Discussions of Age Differences

Insomniac Sunshine

Teacher Finn in Love with His Hubbies

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

Leo's All Star Panic Attack

Reaction to Injuries

Engagement Announcement!!!!

Soulmate AU (Pt I ;))

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

Logan Being Jealous of Pets feat. Pet Names

Hogwarts AU Pt. II

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

Leo and His Homies in the Hamptons

Clingy Cubs

Harvard FinnLo Falling Alseep- then Waking Up to Their Sunshine

Protective Leo and Finn

Soulmate AU (Pt. II)

Cubs Go Hiking

Curly Cutie Leo Knut!!!!

Logan Beer Chugging Frat Boy King

Dumo and His Fatherly Advice feat. an Anxious LoganTM

Harvard FinnLo Fight and Reconciliation

Finn + Anxiety Meds

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

Write Me In AU!!!!

Finn Needing a Little Comfort

Leo is a Softball Legend

Some Supportive Hubbies in NOLA

FinnLo Old Scars + Leo Helping Them to Heal

Married Cubs Moving Lolo to NYC (Kinda f-ed up my own timeline- Finn still has another two seasons in the NHL left after they get married. Pretend he's, like, going in to do a practical or something as part of his Master's the following day, idk. Whoopsiiiiie!

Enemies to Lovers AU

Leo Returning Home Post Playoff Loss

Halloween feat. Leo in EYELINER

Leo and Reg Being Fishing Bros

Cubs Having the First Big "Kids ConvoTM"

Married Cubs and Finn Being OBSESSED with LeLo'a Bodies (Non-Sexual Intimacy)

Cubs Headcanons I, II, III, IV

Finn is UNHAPPY the NHL Makes Him Sleep Without His Husbands

College AU feat. Rockstar Leo

first time sending an ask to anyone I am a simple woman I have but a simple request:

Leo in eyeliner feat. Finnlo’s reaction

PLEASE HIS BABY BLUES WOULD LOOK SO GOODDDDD

Indeed, you are a simple woman with a simple request, and a damn good one. Controversial opinion, maybe, but eyeliner is DEFINITELY the sexiest makeup product. And with Leo's BABY BLUES? I propose to you: silver. White. Gray. Black. Brown. Blue. The options are endless.

Enjoy some FinnLo and their brains absolutely shutting down because they are dating an actual ADONIS of a man, holy smokes. They're obsessed. But, then again, who wouldn't be? ALSO, BONUS 'cause Leo is matching Halloween costumes with Katie, and FinnLo's baby fever hearts go BOOM! And props to Layla for her incredible makeup skills, she's the absolute moment. I just KNOW she rocks an incredible golden wing eyeliner, I JUST KNOW IT!!!!!!

TW: Mentions of nefarious activities, but nothing explicit, as per!

Character credits to @lumosinlove

“Leo, Leo, come on!”

Leo smiled up at Katie, who was waiting for him patiently on the stairway leading up to the second floor bedrooms. “I’m coming, hun.” He turned to Finn, dressed up as a very handsome prince, if he did say so himself, and gave him a kiss on the nose. “Be right back.”

“‘Kay,” Finn said, patting his hip. “Tell Katie thanks a lot for stealing my sunshine from me and forcing him to do matching costumes with her this year.”

“It’s not just with me, it’s with Layla, too,” Leo laughed, kissing him again. “I love you.”

Finn brushed his blonde hair out of his eyes. “Love you.” He gave Leo’s butt a hard tap. “Go get changed.”

Leo sent him a wink over his shoulder and followed Katie up to her bedroom, where Layla was also waiting. Finn watched him for a moment before he felt a hand come around his waist. “Salut.”

He smiled widely. “Hey.” He turned to face Logan, cupping his face excitedly and pressing kisses to his lips. “How’s my sexy knight?”

Logan laughed against his mouth. “Good.”

Finn made another happy sound and kissed Logan’s cheek. “Thank you for driving up, baby. Sorry it’s not a long visit.”

“Non, it’s okay, I like the Halloween parties.” He rested his forehead against Finn’s shoulder and looked up the stairway. “Like it better when we can all match.”

“Right?” Finn tugged on the cape of Logan’s costume to bring their bodies closer. “Silly Katie stealing our sunshine.” He raised his eyebrows teasingly. “If anything, I would have thought she would steal you from us, not Leo.”

Logan pouted. “Me, too.”

Finn kissed him again with a smile. “C’mon. We have to mingle and stuff while we wait for Le or else we’re just gonna be sad and standing here.”

“But he’s so far.”

Finn just smiled against Logan’s temple and guided him into the kitchen.

An eternity later, but what was really probably only twenty minutes, there were footfalls coming down the staircase. Finn had his arms around Logan’s shoulders, laughing and talking with Thomas and Cole, when Cole suddenly stopped trailed off. His eyes widened. “Holy shit.”

Thomas nudged him playfully and made an oo sound. 

Cole just shoved him back. “Shut up.” But he was smiling as he made his way towards Layla. “You look gorgeous,” he said, hands coming down to cup her waist. She did look pretty stunning, Finn thought, in her pirate get-up. 

“Thank you,” she said with a proud smile. “Just wait until you see Leo and Katie.”

Finn felt Logan perk up against his chest, his hands coming up to grip Finn’s forearms excitedly. Finn bent down to whisper by his ear. “Calm down.”

“I’m excited.”

“Me, too, just- breathe for a second, baby, you’re getting all worked up.”

Logan flashed dark eyes at him. “What if I want to?”

Finn just rolled his eyes playfully and kissed his cheek. When he pulled away, he was met with crystal blue eyes that were-

“Whoa,” Finn said, a little breathless. “Huh.”

Leo smiled, then turned down to look at Katie. “You think they like our costumes?”

She nodded assuredly. “Yep! I’m gonna go show maman.” Then she was bouncing off her toes and stealing Layla from Cole, presumably going to look for Celeste. The extra fabric of her bandana flapped behind her as she ran to the living room. 

Leo turned back to Finn and Logan, spinning around with his hands splayed out. “So? What do you think? Layla sewed some of this, can you believe that?”

But Finn wasn’t paying attention to the clothes, though they did look nice. He instead straightened, Logan shifting to press against just his side, and reached out to rub a thumb under Leo’s eye. “Huh,” he said again. “What…?”

Leo blushed. “Katie insisted. She wanted my eyes to look like Jack Sparrow’s, but Layla took a little more creative freedom than that. Said silver would look good with the blue.”

“She was right.” Finn leaned in a little to look closer at the silver around Leo’s eyes. It made his blue irises look piercing. He could feel heat working its way down his lower back. “Jesus.”

Leo bit his lip in amusement. “Your ears are red.” He looked at Logan and laughed, reaching out to brush the back of his fingers over his cheeks. “Oh, honey.” 

Finn looked down at Logan, too, who was partially hiding his face in Finn’s shoulder, green eyes dark and wanting, a flush blooming on the high of his cheeks. The look he was giving Leo was so devastating that Finn had to have a serious mental talk with his body.

“Si beau,” Logan whispered. He reached a hand out and Leo came willingly, allowing Logan, too, to press his thumb to the delicate skin under his eye. Logan let out a groan. “Soleil.”

“You’re okay,” Leo whispered, leaning down to kiss Logan softly. “All okay, sweetheart.”

“Non, je t’aime, let’s go, let’s leave.”

Leo barked out a laugh, straightening. “Absolutely not. I did not get all dressed up for a party to then immediately leave. I haven’t even had a drink yet.”

“Sunshine, I’ll buy you any drink you want if we leave right now,” Finn said. “In fact, I’ll literally lick it off your body, or you can lick it off mine, or Logan’s, I just- come on.”

Leo looked amused at Finn’s tone, which had become a little high at the end of his ramble. “Baby,” he said lowly, which was not helping Finn nor Logan whatsoever. He held up two fingers with a mischievous grin. “Two hours. Long enough to be polite, late enough to justify leaving, and early enough to go back home and have hot sex for as long as you want.”

Both Finn and Logan took a sharp breath in at Leo’s forwardness. Logan’s hands were busy fiddling with Leo’s costume. “Soleil.”

Leo just winked, kissed them both, and turned towards the living room. “I am going to find my other pirates. I love you.” Then he and his crystal clear blue eyes were walking away and leaving Finn and Logan desperate in the entryway.

Logan groaned, bumping his head against Finn’s shoulder. “Oh no.”

“I agree, oh no.” Finn wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Oh, we are so done for.”

“Ouais. He looks so fucking good, I can’t-” Logan cut himself off with another groan and looked up at Finn pleadingly. “Finn.”

Finn ran a hand over his own face. “Okay,” he said. “Okay, game plan.” He counted off on his fingers. “We set a timer, two hours exactly. No later. We make nice and polite chit-chat with all of our friends that we love very dearly to distract ourselves.” He pressed their foreheads together and lowered his voice. “Then when the timer goes off on my watch, we get Leo, drag him and his sexy blue eyes out of here, and I reasonably break the speed limit to get us in bed and get him naked as fast as possible.”

“Not completely naked,” Logan said with a smile. “Not with that eyeliner.”

“Oh, for sure, not completely naked. That stuff is staying on, and I am asking Layla where she got it.”

Logan laughed, then kissed Finn slowly. “D’accord. D’accord, let’s do this.” He let out a heavy sigh. “This will be the longest two hours of our lives.”

“Oh for sure,” Finn agreed, pulling back to fiddle with his watch. “And the timer starts… now.” He straightened and held out his hand for Logan to take. “Now, my knight in shining armor, please escort me to the kitchen. Those ribs smell delicious, and we need lots of sustenance for tonight.” He craned his head and caught sight of golden curls. “And I see our pirate bombshell in there waiting for us. We might not leave for two hours, but that doesn’t mean we’re staying far away from him the whole time. Gotta have our eyes on the prize.”

“Ouais,” Logan said with one of his secret little smiles. He squeezed Finn’s fingers. “Allez, mon prince, let’s get you some sustenance.”

And with a tug of his hand, Finn followed Logan into the kitchen and to the warmth of their sunshine. 

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

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

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

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

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

Credits to @lumosinlove !!

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

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

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

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

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

I think- I’m trying to say sorry.

You think?

I fucked up.

Yeah, Jack, you think?

“Le?” 

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

“Soleil?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi,” Leo whispered with a small smile.

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

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

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

“Obviously not.”

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

“Mm,” Logan hummed. “Non.”

“Ouais, honey, I do.” 

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

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

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

“Lo, sweetheart, I gotta get changed.”

“Non, you don’t.”

“Oh my God. Okay, fine, stay there.”

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

“You’re trouble, Tremblay.”

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

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

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

Leo snorted. “You have no shame.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Quoi? What, no-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ouais, me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, hold on.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Love you.”

“Je t’aime.”

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

can you write something about the cubs seeing each others childhood rooms/homes for the first time?

we kind of got a little with Leo’s home in NOLA and that moment of Logan thinking about walking through the house and “looking for signs of him” was just so freaking precious I NEED MORE

I just imagine in my mind leo had an attic room that was floor to ceiling wall to wall book shelves and Finn just being OBSESSED and them seeing old pictures of each other ugh it would just be so adorable

:)

TW: MCD spoilers in Little Women!

Credits to @lumosinlove

This was all he needed, Logan thought as he watched Leo and Finn unload Leo's Jeep. He roved his eyes over Leo's forearms, starkly tan against the white cooler, even in the porch light. Finn whispered something to him and kissed his cheeks, taking the cooler from him with a smile. Leo looked pleased and content. Something settled in his shoulders, being in NOLA, Logan could tell. He wanted to feel the relaxed muscles and put a hand on Leo's lower back. 

Leo turned to look down at him. “Hi, sweetheart.” He kissed Logan softly on the forehead. “You okay?”

Logan nodded, tucking his nose into Leo's shoulder. “Ouais. Merci, for today.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed. “Thanks for the boat ride.”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “Just the boat ride?”

Logan felt warm as Finn's cheeks and ears flushed around his freckled grin. “And other things.”

Leo leaned over to kiss his forehead, too. “You're welcome, sweetheart.” He patted Logan's waist. “Bed time, c'mon. I'll clean the cooler while you get in the shower.”

Finn and Logan tried to insist on helping, but Leo waved them off and distractedly put ice packs back in the freezer. They each took one last look at his long, lean legs before quietly creeping up the stairs.

Leo's bedroom was set at the end of the hall, right beside another door. Logan and Finn glanced at it curiously before opening the door to Leo's room. Logan felt something nestle deep in his chest.

The room even smelled like Leo. It was warm and inviting, and meticulously organized, as all his things were. His bed was neatly made, pillows fluffed against the headboard with a stuffed duck resting on them, and there were three books stacked on the night stand beside it. His dresser held other little signs of him: his cologne, his Honors Society cord, some birthday cards, a couple photos. Most of them looked old. There was one of Leo and his parents on the boat when he was little, another of him and his cousins on Leo's draft day. But then there was a photo without a frame, leaning against a tournament trophy. Logan peered closer and smiled softly. “Rouge, ici.”

“Mm?” Finn asked. He looked up from where he was getting their toiletry bags and pajamas. “What is it, baby?”

“Allez, look.”

Finn walked over and rested his chin on Logan's shoulder, arms tight around his waist. Logan leaned back into his body. He felt as Finn smiled against his neck with an amused sound. “He’s just such a sweetheart, isn't he?”

“Ouais,” Logan sighed happily.

He reached to touch the edges of the photo. It was of the three of them at Dumo's cup party just a few weeks previous. Finn was in the middle, a hand tight around each of their waists and a big smile on his face. Logan was leaning against him, expression soft and tired, and maybe a bit tipsy. He and Leo had their arms crossed over Finn's abdomen, Logan's strong hand rubbing Leo's forearm. On Finn's other side, Leo had his head tilted with a wide, happy grin, his blue eyes twinkling and his cheeks a gorgeous shade of blushing red. Logan ran his thumb over it. For such a new photo, the edges were frayed. 

“I forgot we took that,” Finn commented. He kissed Logan’s skin. “I wonder when he printed it.”

As if on cue, they heard Leo's footsteps approaching. The door opened slowly, and Finn and Logan both turned to look. When Leo saw them, he smiled widely. “Hi.” He saw where they were facing and glanced between them and the photo. His cheeks flushed. “Oh. You found it.”

Finn reached a hand out to draw Leo to them. Logan pressed his nose into Leo's chest before looking up at him. “When did you print it?”

Leo's face got even redder. “The day I arrived here in New Orleans.”

Finn bit his lip in amusement and nudged Leo's jaw with his nose. “But the edges are frayed.”

“I just missed you,” Leo whispered, obviously slightly sheepish. “I hold it when I go to bed.”

Logan shifted him and Finn so he was facing Leo directly. He reached up to tangle his hand in Leo's hair, drawing him down for a kiss. “Je t'adore.”

“You're so good, baby,” Finn said. He pressed a hand to Leo's cheek. “What did we do to deserve you?”

Leo just shrugged and kissed his palm. “Good things.”

Finn smiled and brought his hand down to caress Leo's ribs. They stood there in silence for a minute before Finn let out a noise. “Hey, what's the other door out there?”

Leo's grin was all teeth. “Oh! C'mon, I'll show you.” Then he was out the door.

Finn and Logan looked at one another curiously before following. Leo put a finger to his lips then crept up a winding stairwell of the now-open secret door. They ascended slowly, careful to limit the creaking. When they reached the top, Leo flicked on a light. Finn let out a gasp and a laugh. “Oh my God!”

Leo turned to them and smiled proudly. Lined along the walls of the small attic were a couple of bookshelves overflowing with novels. Beside them was a rocking chair and a small ottoman, Winnie the Pooh pillows resting on top of each of them.

Finn took a step forward and touched along the spine of a hardback. He smiled softly. “Peanut, this is amazing.”

Leo looked proud and pleased as he stepped behind Finn to cup his hips. “It's my reading nook.”

Logan walked up to the other bookshelf. There were children's books on the top shelf, but the rest of them were chapter books, a few with French titles. “How long have you had this, mon soleil?”

Leo reached out to wrap and arm around Logan's waist and pull him in. “Since I was about seven. We don't have a lot of extra stuff, and we have the cellar, so Dad and I found some disassembled bookshelves and the rocking chair at yard sales, then fixed them up here. Also got a used AC unit and repaired it, too. That's how I learned to use a drill.”

Finn looked over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. “You can use a drill?”

Leo looked smug. “Sure can.”

“Hot.” Finn went back to flicking through the book he was holding. “I can't believe we've never heard of this place before.”

Leo blushed a little. “I wanted to wait until you came home with me for the first time. To surprise you with it.”

Finn turned in Leo's arms, book clutched to his chest, and kissed him. “Best surprise ever.”

Leo smiled into Finn's next kiss. “I'm glad you like it.” He kissed Finn once more, than Logan's forehead. “C'mon, choose a book. We can read it before bed.”

Finn considered a few before picking up a well-worn paperback with a nod. He looked up at them softly. The warm light made his eyes look almost golden. “Okay. Let's go shower and go to bed.”

Leo nudged him down the steps before turning to Logan. He, too, looked golden in the light. “You coming, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.” He stepped into Leo's space and leaned up for a kiss. “Je t'aime.”

Leo touched their foreheads together. “I love you. Thanks for letting me take you home.”

“Toujours,” Logan whispered. “Always.”

Then he laced their fingers together and followed Leo down the stairs. 

***

Finn took a deep breath as he glanced up the stairway towards where he knew Logan's bedroom was. The Tremblay family was still wrapped up in welcoming Logan home and welcoming Leo for the first time. Iva had Leo wrapped in a hug, speaking fast French to him and making him laugh. It relieved Finn a bit to see him smiling. This house held a lot of good memories for Finn, but also a lot of strained ones: longing looks at Logan's back in the mornings, yearning desire whenever Logan took off his shirt to help his parents in the garden. He hoped that it would only hold good memories for Leo, touched by nothing bad save for the initial anxiety of entering into a world he hadn't been a part of previously. 

Finn took another breath and settled a hand on Leo's back, who was picking up his duffel bag.

Leo turned to him and stepped closer. His eyes were soft, maybe a little relieved, as they met Finn's own. “You alright, honey?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Just love you.”

Leo smiled. “I love you, too.” He glanced up the stairwell briefly, then behind him. Marius and Iva had disappeared into the kitchen, and now it was just Logan and his sisters chatting away in rapid French. Leo leaned in closer. His beautiful blue eyes pinned Finn where he was. “It's okay to be nervous, sweetheart. You both hurt for a long time.”

Finn sighed and closed his eyes. Leo always saw right through him. “I know. I know.” He leaned into the hand Leo settled on his waist and opened his eyes with a soft smile. “But it's okay now. Because he loves me. And I love him.” He swayed into Leo's warm body. “And we both love you, how special is that?”

Leo grinned. “Pretty special.” He nodded towards the stairs. “Let's go put our stuff down. Then Lo said he wanted to take us for a drive.” 

Finn nodded and picked up his and Logan's bags before leading Leo up the stairs. Leo pressed a hand to his lower back as they made their way to the end of the hall where Logan's bedroom was. “I love you,” he whispered into Finn's ear.

Finn turned to blindly kiss his shoulder before slowly opening the door. 

He didn't know what he expected, coming back into Logan's childhood room- most of his stuff was in Gryffindor anyways. But there were still little signs of him. A poster of Lightning McQueen that Finn had chirped him for so hard still hung on the wall; his sisters had given it to him for his sixteenth birthday after they spent the whole day having a Pixar Movie marathon during Christmas break. There was a singular book on his bedside table- the original version of Little Women. Finn had helped him read it his freshman year. Logan had tried to hide it, but he'd cried when Beth had died. Propped up on the pillows, probably done by Iva, was a stuffed moose. Finn forgot the name. He hadn't seen it since college.

He heard Leo laugh quietly from near the dresser. “Look at you both.”

Finn turned abruptly, heart beating a little faster in his chest. Leo was holding a picture frame delicately in his fingers. Finn rested his chin on Leo's shoulder to get a closer look. His breath caught. “Oh.”

It must have been taken Finn's senior year. In the photo, he and Logan were sat on OKN’s old couch, a pile of books and papers on the coffee table in front of them. They each had their Harvard Hockey sweatshirts on, Logan with his hood pulled up over his hair. It was long and slightly curly in the picture. His head was resting against Finn’s shoulder, Finn's temple pressed to his. Finn didn't even know a photo had been taken. All he remembered was one moment they were pulling an all -nighter, and the next he'd woken up slumped awkwardly with an aching neck, Logan awake and making coffee in the kitchen. He hadn't realized Logan had slept beside him. He'd assumed Logan had left him to sleep alone.

As if summoned, there was a rap of knuckles on the door. “Salut.”

Both Leo and Finn turned. Leo was smiling at Logan. Finn didn't know what he looked like, but it must have caused concern, because both his boys immediately furrowed their eyebrows. 

“Rouge,” Logan said, stepping forward to cup Finn's face in his hands. “What's wrong?”

Finn blinked. “I didn't know we slept together.”

Logan's smile was confused. “Quoi?” Leo nudged him and gestured to the photo. Logan blushed, then looked sheepishly back at Finn. “Oh. Percy took that.”

Finn shook his head. “I don't remember that.”

Logan laughed nervously. “You were really asleep.” He took a deep breath, then moved his hands to cup Finn’s neck. He pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling away. His green eyes were soft and loving.

“I kept that on my bedside table all of senior year,” he said. He shrugged. “I missed you, mon coeur.”

Finn breathed in through his nose and pressed their foreheads together. He closed his eyes. “I missed you, too.” He kissed Logan briefly. “But now you're right in front of me.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. “Ici, rouge.”

Finn wrapped his arms around Logan's waist and squeezed, holding him there for a moment. When he pulled away, he found Leo leaning against Logan's bedside table, still looking at the photo. He was biting his lip and stroking his thumb over the edge of the frame. Finn looked at Logan and they both smiled. Finn turned. “Hey sunshine?”

Leo’s eyes were surprised. “Hm?”

“You wanna sleep together?”

They all burst out laughing, their bodies shaking. Leo clutched the photo to his chest and stepped into their space. His blue eyes were happy and twinkly, and Finn and Logan were so, so in love with him. 

“Yeah,” he said softly, lovingly. “You know what, I just might.”

***

“Boys, I'd like everything out of there by five! We've got reservations at the nice new French place at six thirty!”

Leo watched as Alex and Finn simultaneously rolled their eyes at their mother's voice in the exact same way. Leo knew they grumbled at being compared to one another, but they were so similar it was almost scary. 

“And don't roll your eyes at me!”

They both flushed red. Finn glanced towards where his mother's voice had come from in the kitchen, where she was making tea. “How did she-?”

“No fucking clue,” Alex said. He sighed. “Okay, let's do this.” He turned to Kasey and Natalie with a pout. “Help?”

Natalie bounced on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Nope!” she said, heading into the kitchen. “This is man labor. Your mom and I are trying out some new tea from the tea box I got her for her birthday.” 

Alex groaned. “Really?” He turned his head towards the kitchen doorway. “Mom! Is it true your stealing my girlfriend?”

“Oh, yes! Natalie, dear, come here, I've started with the white and peach tea!”

Natalie winked. “Coming!” she called, then was sliding away towards the kitchen.

Alex watched her for a moment then sighed, shoulders sagging. “Damn. Mom’s just robbing us.”

Finn poked him in the side. “Nuh uh, she's not robbing me.”

Alex stuck his tongue out just as Haley’s voice sounded once again through the doorway. “Logan, honey, you come here, too! I found a mint one I think you'll like!”

Finn’s eyes bulged. “How does she even know that?”

Logan just smirked. “That's my cue.” He kissed Finn's cheek, then stood on his toes to press his warm lips to Leo's. “Have fun.” Then he, too, slunk out of the living room.

Finn looked dejectedly at Leo. “You won't leave me, will you?”

Leo glanced at him, then at Alex, who had a similar expression directed at Kasey, and rolled his eyes fondly. “C'mon, O'Hara boys. Time to clean your rooms.”

Alex wrinkled his nose as Kasey brought him under his arm. “You're not my mom.”

Leo snorted. “Don't I know it.”

Alex looked like he was about to protest, but Kasey tugged his hand. “Let's go, Al. We've gotta take care of that mess.”

Alex scowled as Kasey dragged him down the hallway. “It is not!”

Leo watched them go amusedly, then turned back to look at Finn. He looked a little tired from the drive up that morning, the skin under his eyes more purple than normal. Leo rubbed his thumbs over it and kissed his nose. “C'mon, sweetheart. We've gotta move the rest of your stuff out. I'll help.”

Finn nodded and leaned into Leo's hands briefly. “Okay. Okay, let's go.”

Leo didn't really know why Alex and Finn still had lots of stuff left in their childhood brownstone home, especially considering they spent lots of time in the city and had plenty of opportunities to grab stuff- and the fact that they were both in their twenties and had moved out a long time ago. But Haley had declared enough was enough, and here they were, ready to tackle a host of childhood memories and to decide whether to keep or donate them.

Finn led the way down the hallway, past where they could hear Alex and Kasey laughing in Alex's own room, to a brown door. Leo had never been inside the O'Hara's home before, nevermind Finn's room. There wasn't really a need to come when Alex had his apartment and Logan had his. Most of the time, they went out to dinner because there were so many of them, or Leo cooked a nice meal at Logan's place. He wanted to look for all the little signs of Finn, just like he had in Logan's room. 

Finn opened the door carefully and whistled. “Damn, it's been a while.” He stepped aside and swept his arm. “After you, sunshine.”

Leo pressed a hand to his waist in thanks and stepped through the doorway.

It definitely was Finn's room. Not messy, but a little disorganized: trinkets on the dresser, a Rangers poster on the wall, a Harvard flag, a stuffed bulldog with a hockey jersey on the bed, books piled high on every available surface- even a stack on the floor. Leo was surprised Haley hadn't moved them. 

What really caught his eye, however, were the photos on his dresser. 

Most of them looked like they were from college. There was Alex and Finn on Finn’s draft day; Percy and Finn obviously drunk off their asses and hanging off of one another with streamers in their hair; Finn and Will standing together on the ice in their jerseys and smiling, Will with a C on his shoulder and Finn with an A. Leo smiled- he liked putting the pieces of Finn and Logan together, separately and individually. They'd spent so long intertwined, and that's what most of the Harvard stories they told him were about, but it warmed him to think they still had their own friends, their own people, their own experiences. Leo loved them both endlessly in all their multifacetedness. 

The photo on the far right made him stop. It was of Finn and Logan in a backyard somewhere. String lights shone behind them. Finn had his arm tightly over Logan's shoulders, Logan's head resting in the crook of his elbow. They were both smiling widely, obviously a little tipsy. Their jaws were a little less defined, their shoulders less broad, their legs slimmer. They looked so young. 

Two hands came to rest on Leo's hips. “That was the first fall we met,” Finn whispered into Leo’s shoulder. “Even then I was already falling in love with him.”

Leo swallowed around a lump in his throat. It hurt him, to think of them hurting. It hurt, selfishly, to think about the fact he didn't know them then; if they would have even been friends, much less lovers.

Finn seemed to sense the tension lingering in his body, because he wrapped Leo up tighter and pressed their bodies close together. Leo could feel the warmth and solid muscle of Finn, even through their sweatshirts. 

“I love you,” Finn said. “We love you. You make everything worth it, sunshine, because we got you.”

“I know,” Leo replied softly, leaning back against Finn's chest. “Sometimes I just- I imagine I was there. In school, making friends, studying, laying on the grass. Playing hockey, going to parties, laughing. Being young in that way.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “I always imagine it as being fall.”

Finn smiled against Leo's neck. “Fall in New England is pretty.”

Leo tilted his head sideways to rest against Finn's. “Can we go someday? During the fall?”

Finn nodded eagerly and kissed his jaw softly. “Whatever you want, baby. I'll take you everywhere.”

Leo let out a happy sound and turned his head to kiss Finn on the lips. Finn’s mouth was gentle and loving, pinning Leo in place in the way only he and Logan could do. Leo had never been kissed with such care and focus until he'd kissed them.

“Oh.” A voice interrupted them. They smiled against one another's mouths and then turned to look at Logan in the doorway. He looked them up and down carefully before nodding to the tray in his hands. “Haley made you tea.”

Finn squeezed Leo's waist one more time before walking to take the tray from Logan with a kiss. “Thanks, baby.” He set the tray on the bed and picked up a red mug with a fish on it. “What'd she make?”

“Lady Grey for you,” Logan said. He picked up a mug with flowers and walked over to Leo. “And a green and raspberry tea for you, Le.” He stopped when he saw where Leo was looking at. When he saw the photo, he smiled. “Oh.” He turned to look at Finn. “That was a long time ago, non?”

Finn nodded around his sip. “Your freshman year.”

Logan hummed, then leaned into Leo's chest. “Allez,” he said, tilting the mug towards Leo's lips. “Ça va, mon soleil?”

Leo nodded, reaching up to wrap his fingers gently around Logan's wrists. “It's good.” He kissed Logan's forehead and moved one arm down to wrap around his waist. “Thank you.”

“Hey,” Finn said suddenly. “Look here.”

They both turned to find Finn standing there with his phone. The warmth of the mug pressed into Leo's chest where Logan was holding it between them. He pressed his fingers into Logan's lower back to bring him closer and smiled. He felt Logan’s forehead rest against his collarbone. He could imagine his smile: sheepish and content, his green eyes peering out at the camera. 

Finn stayed there for a moment, then brought his phone down. He looked out over his classes at the screen and smiled. “Perfect,” he said. His eyes moved to look at them. His teeth were white against his freckled skin. “I'm printing this when we get home. Gonna blow it up and frame it in the living room for everyone to see.”

Leo laughed. “No you're not.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Watch me.” He walked up to them and wrapped an arm around each of their waists. He kissed their cheeks softly. “I love you.”

“Love you,” Logan sighed. He nuzzled into Leo's sweatshirt neck, then tilted his head up. Leo brushed his thick hair back off his forehead so he could gaze at his eyes. Logan grinned softly and leaned up for a kiss. “Allez,” he said against Leo's mouth. “Let's clean.”

Hi! I just read your last prompt (Leo feeling insecure about his age) and I really liked the idea of him having friends from college (like Amanda). Would love to read more about him and that friend group if you ever feel the inspiration strike!

This was so much fun to write! A little goofy, a little silly, very innocent college fun! There is alcohol consumption, but it is safe, and everyone is mindful.

Character credits to @lumosinlove !! <3

“No, no, Regulus, it’s gonna-”

Regulus let out a loud laugh as the coke ran over the red plastic cup and onto his hand. “Oh no!”

Leo giggled, shaking his head fondly. “You’re so fucking drunk.”

“Sh, don’t tell my brother. He’s so grumpy.”

“He’s not grumpy.”

“Is to!”

“He’s not even here, he’s in Gryff. And what are we, five?”

“Ouais, Leo, allez, I need help!”

Leo sighed, setting his own solo cup down on the sand to take the bottle of coke from Regulus and twist the top closed. He then took the rum and coke and held it gently to Regulus’ mouth. “Just a little sip off the top, okay? So it doesn’t spill.”

With comically wide eyes and flushed red cheeks, Regulus gingerly drank, confidently taking the cup from Leo when the liquid sank down further and further away from the rim. “Merci.”

Leo patted his back softly. “Any time.” He looked around the beach. “Where are the others?”

Regulus shrugged. “I don’t know. Swimming, I guess?”

Leo sat up suddenly. “Are they drunk?”

“Non, non,” Regulus said, waving his hand. “I am. They aren’t. They only had a drink each, I made sure of it.”

Leo narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure?”

Regulus’ eyeroll could only be called impressive. “Ouais. I made sure, then I drank enough for each of them.”

That made Leo snort. “You sure fucking did.”

Regulus made a noise, then took another sip of his drink. When he pulled his hand back, he looked contemplative. He smiled at Leo softly. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Leo raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Well, I kind of have to be. It’s my boyfriend’s Hamptons house.”

“Non, non, not that,” Regulus said. “Mais, ouais, that, but also…” He glanced up at the stars, bright in the cool May air. His eyes lit up and he pointed. “Allez, look,” he said with a wide smile. “The Leo constellation.”

Leo turned his gaze upwards. He grinned at the cluster of stars. He could imagine the mane, the tail, the claws. “Would you look at that.”

A head thumped on his shoulder. “I’m just really glad we’re friends, Le.”

Leo rested his head against Regulus’. “Me, too.”

“Thanks for being my first friend when I first got to Gryff. My first real friend.”

“Thanks for being mine.”

Regulus sat up and scoffed at him. “I was not.”

Leo shrugged. “You kind of were.”

“Finn and Logan were your first friends.”

“They’re my boyfriends, they don’t count.”

“Let me tell them that, see what they think.”

Leo laughed. “I just mean… I don’t know, they were my first friends, yeah. But then they were- are- my boyfriends, and the loves of my life. And the rest of the team were also my friends in the beginning, but…”

Regulus nudged him with a kind elbow. “But what?”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek. “You were my first- normal friend, I guess.”

“Oh, so I’m just ‘normal’, am I?”

Leo wrapped an arm around him and jostled him. “I never said you were boring, shut up. You were just my first friend outside of hockey. Like, did you play it? Yes. Does your brother? Yes. But you don’t play it anymore, and you live this-” He raised his fingers in air quotes. “‘-normal’ life. You go to college and stuff.” 

“‘College and stuff’, the fuck does that mean?”

“It means exactly what I said it means, you weirdo,” Leo retorted, scuffing Regulus in the back of the head. “I’m trying to tell you I appreciate you.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Regulus clumsily patted Leo’s back in consolation. “But I get it.”

“I know you do.” Leo looked back up at the constellation for a moment and sighed. “Thank you. For introducing me to your NYU friends.”

There was a pause. Regulus leaned his head back on Leo’s shoulder. “They’re yours, now, too, Le.”

As if on cue, a body crashed into them from behind, an arm thrown around each of their shoulders. “You’ll never guess what just happened to me!” Amanda whispered excitedly in their ears. 

Leo leaned back slightly and turned to face her. “Oh? What happened?”

She came around in front of them and flopped dramatically on the blanket. “She smiled at me!”

Regulus’ eyes rolled so far back Leo swore he saw his own skull. “Seriously? This again? You’re absolutely pathetic, you know that?”

Amanda pushed herself up onto her elbows and pointed her finger at him with a scowl. “And you are homophobic.”

Regulus looked unimpressed. “That is not true. You are the one who’s been pining after a girl for two years, and we’ve finally become friends with her and you still do nothing!”

John appeared from behind them and sat down beside Amanda. “It’s true. Aadhya is just being friendly and you are the one that’s blushing and stammering. Pull yourself together, man.”

“But she’s gorgeous!”

John just bonked his head on his own knees with a groan.

Leo smiled, shifting to sit up slightly and looking down at Amanda’s still blissed-out face. “Have you tried just telling her you like her?”

Amanda looked at him with wide eyes. “That’s so scary, absolutely not.” She crossed her arms petulantly. “I can sit in my own sapphic misery, thanks.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “No you’re not.” 

“I so am.” She looked out to where Aadhya was still talking with Harper and their other friend Ezekiel by the shore. “I just don’t want to be rejected, you know? My last relationship didn’t end so well.”

Leo smiled sadly. “I know a thing or two about that.” When her eyes darted to him, he bit his lip and continued. “But you can’t let that stop you from looking for love again. Even if it’s scary.”

“Yeah, says the guy with two boyfriends.” She winced at her accidentally bitter tone. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for.”

“It’s alright.” Leo thought for a second, then a mischievous grin took over his face. He looked to Regulus. “You know…”

Regulus sat up straight, looking cautiously back at him. “What? Knut, what is going on in your head?”

Leo waggled his eyebrows at him, then turned back to Amanda and John. “Finn’s house has a lot of bedrooms. The boys and I are in his old one, but there’s his parent’s bedroom, Alex’s room, and a guest room.”

John looked to their friends still by the ocean, then back at him, a wicked smile on his face. “Are you saying…?”

“Oh, I’m definitely saying that.”

Amanda pushed herself into a sitting position. She looked determined. “I am not just going to have sex with her.”

Leo shook his head. “I’m not saying that.” He patted her knee. “I’m actually advocating that that not be the goal, however fine it would be if it happened.” At her playful glare, he laughed and continued. “I’m just saying it’d be a private place for you two to talk! You guys can have a room, Harper and Regulus can have one, and John and Ezekiel.”

Regulus nodded along. “Yeah, and if it goes to shit, you can just come to ours.”

Amanda considered this for a minute. Her brow was furrowed in anxiety, but she was resolute when she met Leo’s eyes. “Okay. Okay, yeah, let’s do that. I’ll talk to her.”

“Oh, thank God!” John said. “Fucking finally, I don’t know how much more I could’ve taken.”

Amanda smacked him on the arm. “Shut up.” She turned back to Leo with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Leo.”

Leo smiled widely. “Anytime.” He reached behind him for the rum bottle and a stack of cups. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I need to let loose, and we don’t have to drive tonight because my boyfriend’s house is right there. So I’m having a fucking drink. Who wants one?”

***

“Leo, I have to pee, I have to pee!”

“Me, too! I’ve gotta shower, my boyfriends won’t let me sleep in the bed if I don’t!”

“Then let me go first!”

“Sh, okay, fine, hurry up, hurry up.”

Leo bounced on his toes anxiously outside the bathroom while he waited for Regulus to empty his bladder. He could hear John and Ezekiel talking lowly with Harper in one of the other bedrooms. Amanda and Aadhya’s room was fairly quiet, but they had gone in ages ago and nobody had come out yet. Leo took that as a good sign.

The door to the bathroom clicked open and Regulus slipped out, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. “M’kay, ‘oo goh’uh go.”

Leo furrowed his eyebrows. “Don’t you have to spit?”

“Ou’ ‘uh ‘indow.”

Leo just stared for a moment. “I- okay, wow, okay. Sure, spit it out the window, that’s fine.”

Regulus just leaned in and hugged him. He smelled like mint and sweat. “‘Uv ‘oo. G’ight.”

Leo smiled. “Love you, too. See you in the morning.”

Regulus squeezed him one more time before staggering tiredly towards his bedroom. Leo shook his head fondly as he entered the bathroom. He caught himself humming and smiled at his reflection. He looked happy, young, tipsy- free, he realized. Leo liked that look on himself. 

His vision was a little fuzzy in the shower, and he maybe dropped the soap too many times and almost choked on his toothbrush, but he managed to stumble his way out clean and (hopefully) smelling better than he had fifteen minutes ago. When he opened the door to Finn’s bedroom, he found both of his boyfriends snuggled up shirtless under the covers, each of them dead asleep. He tiptoed his way through pulling his boxers on before standing to take a look at them with his head tilted. Logan’s head was tucked under Finn’s chin like it normally was. His hair was a bit of a mess, but it looked adorable on him. Finn always looked so good when he slept, all sharp features and freckles shining in the moonlight. Leo giggled to himself. Two. He had two boyfriends.

His laughter must have woken them up, because their bodies started stirring. Finn lifted his head up and stared for a second before he broke out into a smile. “Hi, baby,” he whispered. His voice was rough and low with sleep. “Have fun?”

Leo felt giddy. “I have friends.”

“Oh? Good, baby, I want you to have friends.”

Leo nodded eagerly as he knelt on the end of the bed. “Uh huh.” He shimmied a little to sit back on his heels, gazing at them excitedly. “And I have boyfriends.”

That made Logan laugh, low and happy in the dark room. “Ouais, you do.” He didn’t bring his head up, but he reached around to pat the empty mattress behind him. “Ici, soleil.”

Finn opened his arm. “C’mere, baby.”

Leo complied, snuggling against Logan’s back and leaning into the hand Finn settled in the dip of his waist. He sighed into Logan’s hair. It was so warm here. “It’s so warm here.”

“Good.” Finn’s hand came up briefly to scratch through his hair. “Everyone in the house okay?”

Leo nodded. “Ouais.” He smiled and buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. “Amanda and Aadhya are in a room together. Doing lesbian things.”

Finn snorted. “Lesbian things?”

“Well, hopefully doing lesbian things. That’s the goal. That they do lesbian things.”

Finn and Logan’s giggled were muffled into the pillows. Logan tangled their ankles together. “And did you help them do those lesbian things?”

“What? Ew, no.” Leo wrinkled his nose. “I don’t like lesbian things, but they do. Well, Amanda’s bi, so she likes both lesbian and not-lesbian things I guess, but that’s just technicalities.” He settled further against the mattress. “The point is, I just provided them the place to do those lesbian things, if they so choose. Which, again I hope they do. They’re just talking first, though.” 

Finn ran a hand up and down his ribs. “Well, I’m glad that they’re hopefully doing lesbian things.” He pinched Leo’s hip. “You’re chatty when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. I’m tipsy.”

“Sorry, my bad. You’re chatty when you’re tipsy.”

“I’m just excited. I’ve got friends. And boyfriends.” He wrapped his arms tighter around Logan’s waist and kissed his upper back. “Have I mentioned how excited I am to have boyfriends?”

“Ouais, once or twice.” Leo could imagine Logan’s smile. “We’re excited to have boyfriends, too.”

“Mm, good.” Leo nuzzled into Logan’s neck. “One day I want us to be not-boyfriends, though.”

Finn made a confused noise. “Huh? Sunshine, that’s not an option.”

“Uh, yeah, it is.” Leo propped himself up on one elbow to stare down at them. They looked confused, and slightly panicked, so he smiled. “I want us to be not-boyfriends. Husbands, silly.”

Logan’s expression morphed into one of pure joy. “Ouais,” he whispered, his smile all teeth. “Ouais, husbands sounds good.”

Finn winced. “Yeah, but let’s not call it ‘not-boyfriends’, okay? That’ll just confuse me. Emotionally.”

Leo cocked his head. “But then we wouldn’t be boyfriends. We’d be husbands, Fish.” He reached out to squish Finn’s cheeks. “Fishy fishy Fish. Huh, you’re not actually that squishable.”

Logan rolled onto his back and pressed his palms to the side of Leo’s round face, applying pressure. “But you are.” He drew Leo down to look him in the eyes. “And when I make you my husbands, you’ll still be my boyfriends.”

“Yeah, sunshine,” Finn agreed. “It’s a three-for-one deal sort of situation. When we get married, we are boyfriends, fiancés, and husbands all in one. Times three, for each of us.” He looked to Logan. “Yeah, so really, nine-in-one.”

Logan nodded in agreement. “Ouais, that’s right.” He looked back to Leo. “C’est bon?”

Leo smiled. “Oui.” He leaned down to kiss each of them, a little sloppy in his tipsy state, but they melted back into the pillows for it nonetheless. “I love you.”

“We love you so much, Le, baby.” Finn scooched back and rested a palm on the space in between himself and Logan. “Come lay down, sweetheart, it’s bed time.”

Leo made a happy sound and flopped in between them, a little heavily, if their grunts and laughs when he hit the mattress were anything to go by. “I’ve got two boyfriends,” he sighed contentedly.

Logan ran blunt nails up and down his back. “Ouais.” He kissed Leo’s curls at the same time Finn kissed Leo’s forehead. “Now, go to sleep, mon coeur. We’ll order breakfast in the morning.”

“Yay,” Leo whispered, halfway asleep. “Love you.”

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