I Love Attack Dog Logan With All My Heart

Can we get cubs engagement announcement to the team, siblings and parents, etc?? I LOVED the first engagement fic so freaking cute 🥹🥹

This was so cute! Thank you for the prompt. <3

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Finn took a deep breath. This was totally fine. He could do this. It was just his parents. They'd be happy, so happy, he knew for sure. But the nerves still buzzed at the edge of his vision.

They'd spent the first three days of their engagement happy and private, barely leaving their apartment, save for going to the grocery store or the gym. Even then, any more than thirty minutes spent apart was a gaping chasm, and every time they’d stepped back through their apartment heated kisses were shared and clothes were immediately off- not that Finn was complaining. But they hadn't even told anyone yet, and weren't planning on doing so for at least a week.

Until Finn went and spilled the beans to his brother.

Alex, Natalie, and Kasey were visiting Gryffindor for a few days to clear out Kasey and Natalie's old apartment. They'd originally kept that one and Alex's in New York so that they could travel between and visit friends, but after a few years it seemed silly when all of their friends would happily let them stay in their guest rooms anytime. As such, Finn knew he couldn't get out of a meet-up with his brother.

Finn also knew he couldn't keep his mouth shut if he tried. And neither could Alex.

They'd gone to lunch and then out for an afternoon drink. Finn had apparently been jittery, anxious every time a text came through from his fiancées, ranging from sweet love confessions to dirty things he wouldn't dare say out loud. Alex must've noticed, because he smacked Finn's thigh in the middle of the cocktail bar.

“Dude, what is going on? You're jumping out of your skin or something.”

Finn had just bit his nail with wide eyes, bouncing his leg and staring Alex down. But Alex wasn't taking a non-answer.

“Fish, come on.” After a brief silence, Alex put him in a headlock. “Fish, Fish, Fish-”

“Logan and Leo proposed!”

Immediately, Finn had smacked his hand across his mouth. A few people were looking at them, and it was Alex's turn to stare with his mouth ajar. “What?”

Finn had taken the rings out of his pocket and told the whole story. Alex had been happy, shaking him with a whoop! and a hard hug. He'd even yelled out to the restaurant, My little brother's getting married!, which warranted a round of applause and a free drink for them each. In all of the excitement, Finn had forgotten to tell Alex not to say anything.

Logan and Leo had found the whole thing amusing actually. So amusing that, after kissing a flustered Finn, Logan and Leo had suggested blowing off some steam, which took up the next few hours- and then they slept through the entire night.

It wasn't until the following day that Finn actually called Alex up and asked him if he'd told anybody.

“Um,” Alex had said, voice suspiciously high-pitched. “No?”

Finn had groaned. “Really?”

“I couldn't keep it in! And only Kase and Nat, and they keep a secret really well. Or, at least Kasey does.”

Finn had scrubbed a hand over his face. “We just can't help ourselves, huh?”

“We get it from mom.”

And so it was decided. They'd made the spontaneous choice to drive the three hours to New York to tell Haley and Ramsey over dinner. They'd taken the subway from Logan's apartment, and Finn was holding tight to his hand as Leo held the door for them.

“It'll be fine, sweetheart,” he whispered. He pressed a palm to Finn's lower back. “They'll be so happy.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He turned briefly and pressed a palm to Finn's cheek, eyes mischievous. “If you don't freak out, we'll give you a treat at home.”

Finn perked up. “What kind of treat?”

“The cowboy kind,” Leo teased in his ear. Finn could feel his smile against the shell of it. “Saddle up.”

Finn felt a little warm. “Huh.”

“Allez,” Logan said, gesturing to a table. “There they are.”

They had a half-booth, half-table, Alex and Natalie squished in along the wall with Finn's parents. Haley had stood up, using both hands to wave them over.

Finn took a deep breath. “Let's do this. I want my prize.”

Logan kissed his cheek, then led them over.

“There they are!” Haley said again delightedly. “C'mere, sweet boys!” She hugged Logan and Leo first, squeezing them as tight as she always did.

Kasey had stood up, too, to clasp hands with Finn and draw him into a slap on the back. “You two can't keep quiet can you?” he asked. 

Finn laughed. “No.”

Kasey squeezed his shoulder. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Finn O'Hara, what is on your hand?”

Finn pulled back from Kasey's hug abruptly. He stared at the hand that he'd had on Kasey's back, the one with his engagement rings that had surely been visible to the whole table. “Uh…”

“Oh my God!” Haley gasped. She had Logan and Leo's left hands in her own two, and was staring bug-eyed. “Oh my God!” 

They all laughed as she pulled her two future sons-in-law into a hug, arms tight around their upper backs. She was crying, and so was Ramsey, who came up to take Finn into his own arms.

“Dad,” Finn said into Ramsey's shoulder. His throat was tight.

Ramsey just squeezed them tighter. “I'm so happy for you, bud.”

“I really love them.”

Ramsey pulled back to look him in the eye. “And they really love you.”

Finn wanted to reply, but couldn't, as his mom swept him into a hug. “Oh, my baby!”

For some reason, being in his mom's embrace caused Finn to really cry. “Mom. Mom, I'm getting married.”

That set Haley off, too. “You are, honey.” She lowered her arms to cup his face. Her smile was the widest Finn had ever seen it. “Now you can finally have your dream wedding.”

Leo laughed loudly as Finn turned bright red. “His dream wedding?”

Haley looked over at Leo and Logan, who had their arms around each other. “Mm hm,” she nodded. “Up until he was ten he had all these plans for his dream wedding.”

“Mom,” Finn said. He put a hand over his flushed face. “Stop.”

She just kissed his cheek. “My baby's getting married!” she whispered excitedly.

There was a wolf whistle from Natalie, who had stood with Alex to hug Logan and Leo. “Well done, Freckle. Couple of studs you got.”

“Hey,” Alex pouted. “Kasey and I are your only studs.”

Kasey kissed his cheek. “You can't argue with cold hard facts, hon.”

Alex scowled, but leaned into his arms.

After that, it was a flurry of hugs and congratulations before they finally sat down and ordered some wine and pasta. Leo was telling Haley the whole story of their engagement for the third time, Logan's hand clutched in his and resting on the table. Finn sat on the other side of Leo with Kasey, across from Alex and Natalie. He rubbed his palm up and down Leo's thigh to get rid of his nervous energy. 

“So,” Natalie said. She held out her hand expectantly. “Let's see them.”

Finn placed his left palm in hers, allowing her to examine his finger. She smiled and nodded approvingly. “Very you.”

Finn shrugged. “Yeah, they did a good job.” He glanced at his fiancés. Leo's gold chain was around Logan's neck and catching the light. Logan turned to Leo and said something with a smile, Leo kissing his cheek while Haley and Ramsey beamed at them. Finn turned back to his end of the table. “They beat me to it.”

Kasey furrowed his brow. “Huh?”

Finn took a sip of wine. “I was going to go to the jewelers next week and pick out rings. But they beat me to it, the both of them.”

Natalie laughed. “It's not a competition.”

Finn narrowed his eyes. “No, but my vows are gonna be so good they're gonna cry.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “That's kind of the goal of all of the vows.”

“Well,” Finn scoffed. “Then mine will make them cry the hardest.”

Alex shook his head. “You're so fucking weird.”

Finn stuck his tongue out at him. “I'll tell mom you're being mean to me.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “You can't do that.”

“Mom!” Finn said, turning to look at his parents. Haley's eyebrows were already raised in exasperation. “Alex is being mean to me.”

Haley sighed and looked to Leo and Logan. “Are you sure you want that one?”

They both laughed. Leo wrapped an arm around Finn and placed a kiss to the top of his head. “Yeah, we're sure.”

Finn just smiled dopily. Haley cooed and took out her phone. “Go on, boys, get together for a picture.” She gestured frantically with her hands. “Finn, Logan, honey, go stand behind Leo, come on.”

Finn and Logan complied, scraping their chairs back to stand behind Leo. They each had an arm around each other and an arm draped over Leo's shoulders, who was so tall, even in the chair. Finn kissed his forehead, then Logan's. “All good, lovers?”

Haley beamed at them and counted down. “Three, two, one, smile!”

The camera flashed, and their smiles were preserved for forever.

***

“Fuck me.”

Leo rested his chin on Logan’s hoodie-covered head to look at Finn, who'd flopped down on the other side of the couch and tangled his ankles with theirs. He laughed. “That can be arranged.”

Finn smiled sleepily. “I seem to remember we just did that.” He yawned. “I meant I was tired. But I'll take you up on your offer tomorrow, let me rest up.”

Logan stretched, reaching behind himself to grab on Leo’s shoulders and arch upward. Leo snorted. “Well, at your service, my liege.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed happily, eyes closed. “Merci.”

Leo kissed his head. “You have no shame.”

Logan just scratched at Leo’s scalp. “Allez, what time is it?”

“Nine o’clock, baby.”

“Ouais, I've got to call my family. It's Thursday.”

Every Thursday possible, the Tremblay family had a group family video call. Finn and Leo usually said a quick hello, but it was mostly for Logan’s parents to keep track of all their children and check in. Sometimes they didn't all make it, depending on their game schedule, but during the summer it was a sacred and special thing. Even more special that tonight, after revealing it to the O’Haras the day before, Logan was going to tell his parents and sisters the big news.

Logan sighed, pressing back into Leo once more before standing with a groan. His back popped which made Leo laugh. Logan just sent him a scowl.

“I love you,” Leo said with a smile. “Even if you're an aging athlete.”

Finn tweaked his foot. “That joke gets less funny the older we all get.”

Leo winked then leaned his chin up for a kiss from Logan. Logan's face softened before he cupped Leo’s jaw, Leo’s lips soft as a feather against his own. He kissed him once, twice, three times before lingering a moment. 

“D'accord,” he said. “I've got to go tell them.”

Finn smacked him on the butt and leaned up for a hard kiss of his own. “Go get ‘em, Tremblay.”

Logan smiled sheepishly then walked to their bedroom.

He grabbed their iPad from their dresser and flicked out its kickstand, placing it on the bed in front of him as he sat back against the pillows. The icon of their family group chat was a picture of their childhood cats, Mille-feuille and Colette, who'd passed away just before Logan's senior year of college. He smiled and clicked on the video camera icon. Immediately, his family's faces filled the screen. Sydney was with their parents in Rimouski, and Aubrey was visiting Noelle for a couple of weeks, so they were pressed close together in the frame. A flurry of French greeted him and he smiled.

“Salut,” he said. “Ça va?”

His mother immediately launched into a story of some rabbits eating the lettuce in the garden, Noelle saying that they should build the gate around it lower into the ground and higher upwards. His mother tisked at her, which launched another playful argument, and Logan tried to pretend he was listening, but he was biting his nails. 

Aubrey, who was telling them about a new salad recipe she'd made the other day, stopped suddenly in the middle of her sentence. Her eyes bugged out and her mouth parted. “Merde,” she said.

“Quoi?” his mother asked. “What's wrong?”

Aubrey looked at Noelle and then back to the screen. “Look. At Logan’s hand.”

Logan jerked back to attention. Busted. 

Noelle gave a gasp, which set his parents and Sydney off in a confused frenzy, until Sydney realized and started slapping at their father's shoulder. “Oh my goodness, look, look, look!”

Logan smiled sheepishly, holding his left hand up in front of his face. His mother leaned in to get a closer look over her glasses. When she realized, she let out a shout and jolted backwards, covering her mouth in surprise. Logan's dad was smiling.

“T!” Noelle called in English. “T, baby, come over here right now!”

There was a thumping sound, and then Thomas was in the frame behind Noelle and Aubrey. “What? What's happened?”

“Our little Lolo is a betrothed man.”

Thomas squinted, then a huge smile broke over his face. “Fuck yes! Way to fucking go, Tremz.”

“Merci.” Logan said. He could tell his face was bright red.

Sydney tapped the table in front of her anxiously. “You still haven't told us the story, Lolo.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “I'm getting to it.”

“Allez.”

Logan narrowed his eyes at her before sighing and telling them what had happened. His mother gasped when he got to the part about Leo walking out of the room; Marius, Thomas, and his sisters laughed. He smiled. It felt good, to share this with his family. There was a time when he'd have been scared out of his mind to reveal these sorts of details of his life with them. Now, he talked about Leo and Finn and smiled, especially when his father asked to see them.

“Allez, we've got to talk to our sons-in-law,” he said with an arm around Iva's shoulders. They were both slightly teary-eyed.

Logan held up a finger and turned to the slightly ajar bedroom door. “Soleil? Rouge?” he called.

There was the sound of footsteps and then they were standing in the doorway, Leo's arm around Finn's waist and both of them smiling at him. Logan's heart jolted. 

“Sup, baby?” Finn said. 

Logan patted the bed. “Ici. They want to see you.”

Finn's grin widened and he jumped heavily on the bed, jostling them both. He wrapped two arms around Logan's shoulders and pressed a smacking kiss to his cheek before turning to the screen. “Hi, folks,” he said in his Finn way. “How are we?”

“Finnegan,” Noelle said excitedly. “I hear you're a promised man.”

Finn waggled his fingers. “Twice over, Christmas. Got me some bling.”

Marius laughed. “Hi, Finn. We’re so happy for you. Where's Leo?”

“Here!” Leo crawled, much more gently than Finn had, onto the bed on Logan's other side. Logan smiled at him and Leo kissed his forehead, lacing their fingers together. “Howdy, y'all.”

“Gentlemen,” Thomas said. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks, T.” Finn raised his eyebrows and leaned in conspiratorially. “You're the first on the team to know, so keep it on the DL please.”

Thomas’ eyes lit up with mischief. “Oh man. Special privileges. They're gonna be so jealous.”

Leo snorted. “That's one way to think of it, T.”

Finn reached around to brush his thumb over the back of Leo's neck. “We'll tell them at Cap and Loops’ get-together this weekend. Still gotta call Leo's parents when they get back from vacation tomorrow.”

“Well.” Iva clapped her hands together. “Boys, we are so excited to make you part of the family. Our Lolo is very lucky.”

Logan could feel the smile Leo pressed into his hair. “We're lucky, too.”

They all just smiled for a moment before Aubrey let out an uncharacteristic snort.

“Quoi?” Logan asked, straightening. “What's so funny.”

“Nothing,” Aubrey said, trying to hide her amusement. “Just- Leo, are you ready to go from being an only child to having a gazillion siblings?”

That made them all laugh. Leo's smile was bright and wide, and Logan vowed to kiss it when they ended the call. “I don't really have a choice, do I?” he said rhetorically. He squeezed Logan's hand. “Y'all are trouble.” He let go to smack the back of Finn’s head lightly. “But not more than him and Alex.”

“Hey.”

Iva beamed. “Oh, Leo, Finn, we are just so excited!” Logan didn't think he'd ever heard his mother talk so animatedly. She raised her eyebrows at her son. “You keep your father and I updated with the plans, you hear me? No being shy about this, Lobear.”

Logan rolled his eyes and blushed. “Ouais, maman.”

They chatted for a few more minutes before Noelle, Aubrey, and Thomas had to leave to meet some of Noelle's teammates for a drink, and Sydney, Marius, and Iva had to finish cleaning the kitchen. With lots of excited ‘I love yous’, the iPad screen finally went dark. Logan let out a heavy breath, flopping back against the pillows. Leo scratched the hair at the base of his scalp.

“Mm.” Logan leaned into his fingers and opened his eyes sleepily. “Soleil.”

Leo smiled and kissed him softly. “Proud of you, sweetheart.” 

Logan sighed contentedly. Leo's mouth was soft and gentle against his own. He was going to be lulled to sleep until he felt two arms squeeze hard around his waist. He broke away with an amused wheeze. “Rouge-”

Finn ignored him and rolled into him. “Way to fucking go, Tremblay.” He kissed Logan hard, bracketing his thighs with his knees. He was smiling widely when he pulled away. “We're getting fucking married.”

Leo and Logan laughed. “Ouais,” Logan whispered. 

Finn knelt up away from their faces to let out a whoop! and then he was back to crushing Logan's body beneath his own. His nose was so close to Logan's that Logan’s eyes crossed. He jostled them around a bit with a happy laugh, then knelt up again to do the same to Leo, kissing him in that sloppy way he did when he was really excited and energetic.

“Geez,” Leo said around his laughter and Finn's heavy kisses. “Jesus, Harz, oh my Lord. You need- mm- you need to go for a run or something.”

Finn pulled away and shook his head rapidly. “No I don't. We're getting married, peanut!”

They both just laughed and let him tackle them into the bed. Logan's heart was so full.

***

Leo hummed to himself as the ringtone sounded through his AirPods. He could vaguely hear Logan and Finn puttering around in the living room and the soft music they'd put on, but the sound of the sizzling pan and his phone overrode that. After a few moments, there was a swooshing sound and Eloise and Wyatt's faces appeared on the screen where Leo had his cell phone propped against their salt jar.

“Hi, honey!” Eloise said with a wide smile. Her and Wyatt were both tan. “How are you?”

“Good, mama. How was vacation?”

“Caught a big one off the coast, Le,” Wyatt said. “Allez, the guide took a photo on a professional camera, so I'll send it to you once I receive the drive.”

Leo smiled at his father. He loved how he and his parents switched from French to English so easily, their sentences half and half. “Ouais, sounds good dad.  Y'all look tan.”

“Oh, honey, that Florida sun really gets you. Doesn't it, Wy?”

“Sure thing.” 

Eloise nodded then rested her chin in her palm. Her fingers were painted a nice peach. “What's new with you, sweetheart?”

Leo bit his lip around a grin. He made sure that when he spoke he was looking at them. He saw two sets of his own blue eyes reflected right back at him. “Logan proposed.”

Eloise's mouth fell open and Wyatt's eyes crinkled as a smile took over his face. “He didn't.” When Leo nodded, Wyatt let out a barking laugh. “Congratulations, bud.”

Eloise still looked shocked, but her eyebrows were furrowed. “Honey, I thought you were- you showed us the rings!”

Leo laughed with his whole body. “I did, too. This past weekend.”

Eloise raised her eyebrows. “Quoi? And, why, Leo Knut, did you take so long to tell us?”

Leo could feel himself flushing. He coughed. “Well, we- um, we were going to wait until this upcoming weekend.”

“Mm hm,” Eloise said, her eyes knowing. “And you didn't because…?”

“Finn spilled the beans to Alex.”

Both his parents laughed, giving fond shakes of their heads, which is where, Leo realized, he picked up the habit. His mother pointed her finger at him. “D'accord, allez. Tell us everything, sweet boy.”

So Leo did. His parents listened intently, as they always did, interrupting only with exclamations and gasps, a laugh or two in there as well. Leo kept himself busy with the spicy vodka sauce he was making to go with their breaded chicken and pasta. It felt natural, to cook in his Gryffindor kitchen while talking with his parents about Logan and Finn, the two boys just behind him as they dusted and washed the leather sofa. He knew they were only getting half the conversation, Finn even less as Leo and his parents switched effortlessly between their two languages, but he'd tell them later.

Or now, which is what Eloise requested.

“Now, bring my two boys over here, please. I want to see them.” She let out an excited noise and tapped his father on the forearm repeatedly. “Oh, Wy, we're getting some more kids!”

Wyatt just laughed. “Sure are, honey.”

Leo smiled at them and took out his AirPods, shutting them off in their case. He looked over his shoulder to find his fiancés on the couch, Finn reading to Logan softly above the music that they still had playing. It sounded like one of Leo's old country albums.

“Guys,” he said. “Your mother-in-law requests the presence of her two new favorite children.”

Finn's head immediately popped up. “Oh boy.” He grinned widely and patted Logan’s back. “Up and at ‘em, Tremblay.”

They both stood and came over to where Leo had moved to the other side of the counter so they could all fit.

“You know, Eloise,” Finn said mischievously. “You can't really have two favorites.”

Logan shoved him. “Non, you can. What do you think this relationship is?”

Finn nudged him pleadingly. “Let me try and win her over as the favorite, you already had your chance.”

Leo felt his heart warm at the way his parents smiled at them. 

“Oh, my boys,” Eloise said. “We are so excited!”

“So excited,” Wyatt agreed. He nodded. “Well done, Logan. It looks nice.”

Logan blushed. “Merci.”

Leo looked at his father with narrow eyes. “Did you know?”

Wyatt shrugged. “Logan asked me for permission a while ago. But you'd already bought your rings for them, too, so I didn't say anything.”

Finn turned to Leo and Logan. “Did you both ask for permission from our families?”

Leo blushed. “Maybe.”

“Then,” Finn started. “Did all of our families know?”

Wyatt shook his head. “I don't think so. Marius called me, and he'd talked to Haley. We all knew it was going to happen, but we didn't think it'd happen at the same time.” He laughed. “We figured one of you would ask, then the other at a later date. We had a bet going on who would ask first. Marius and I are both fifty bucks richer each, I guess, but just barely.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Thanks, dad.”

Wyatt winked. “Logan seemed impatient.”

Logan laughed nervously. “Ouais. Ouais, I was.” 

Eloise elbowed Wyatt lightly. “Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped with something!”

Wyatt kissed the side of her head. “There was nothing to help with, dear. Plus, Logan called when you were out for wine night with the Michelle and Elliot, and when that happens y’all don't come back for ages. I wanted it to be a surprise for you, too, honey, so I told him yes for both of us.” 

Eloise narrowed her eyes but accepted another kiss from him. “You're lucky I love you, Wyatt Knut. And that this is a good surprise.” She turned her eyes back to the screen. “Now, Logan, Finn, sweethearts, tell me. How's summer? We’re looking forward to y’all coming down in a couple weeks, Wyatt’s got the cellar stocked with cocktail mixers for you.” 

Leo took that as his cue to leave the conversation and head back to his cooking. When his mother wanted to talk to his boys they chatted for hours, and he figured he might as well be productive with his time. 

He kissed each of their cheeks before walking around to the other side of the counter, opening the oven to check on the breaded chicken. Behind him he could hear his parents’ voices, slightly tinny through the phone, Finn's barking laugh, and Logan's softer accent. Wyatt and Eloise had asked to see the rings and Finn was busy showing them off, holding Logan's hand as though he was displaying a perfume bottle in a store. Leo shook his head fondly. He didn't really mind if he wasn't the favorite son any more (even though his mother would always call him her baby)- his future husbands were worthy opponents to lose to. Plus, it's not as though their relationship shied away from competition. 

Leo bit his lip as his face heated up against the spine-melting memories of the last few days. He leaned against the cabinets beside the stove as he turned to look at Finn and Logan. They were still laughing and talking, Finn regaling Leo's parents with a story about a crazy squirrel fight he'd witnessed on his run the other day. He caught Leo's eye and winked before going back to the story, Eloise and Wyatt laughing through the screen. Logan saw him do it and turned to look, too, his face lighting up even further when he saw Leo. He pursed his lips to lightly blow a kiss. Leo placed a hand over his rapidly beating heart. If he could, he thought, he'd get down on one knee and ask them to marry him all over again.

***

“Mm, are you sure we have to go to this party?”

Leo grinned against Finn's mouth as they kissed across the car console. “You love parties.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “But you look so good in that shirt and with your curls that I'm finding it difficult to want to leave the car.” He turned to look at Logan in the row behind them with a smirk. “How about I find us a shaded space to park on a back road and we have some fun in the back seat?”

“Non,” Logan said. He leaned forward to kiss Finn’s cheek. “We have to tell them.”

Finn groaned and banged his forehead into the headrest. “But we just got engaged!”

Leo smiled and reached across the console to cup Finn's head and kiss his cheek. “C'mon, sweetheart. Let's go.”

Finn huffed but opened his driver side door. Logan jumped out to open the trunk and grab the cooler with Leo's portion of the barbecue- various salads, corn bread, and some of his mama’s butterscotch cookies.

“I can get that, Lo, if you want.”

Logan shook his head firmly. “Non.” He leaned up for a kiss. “I got this, soleil, you go enjoy the party.”

Leo smiled at him. He looked good, with his partially-unbuttoned pink shirt and blue checkered shorts- like a summer dream in the August heat. His hair was longer, too, the curls fanning out over his ears and lighter from the summer sun. 

“Ugh,” Finn said. “You have to stop.”

Logan turned to find Finn glaring at them with his arms crossed. “Quoi?”

“Your arms,” Finn said, gesturing to where Logan's biceps were flexing while holding the cooler, tan skin on display against his black tank top. Finn stared at him for a moment before flashing his eyes to Leo. “And you, just-” He waved his hand up and down. “-fucking everything, ugh.” He hung his head. “This will be the longest party of my life.”

Logan and Leo both laughed. Leo took Finn's hand and tugged him to the gate on the side of the house. “C'mon.”

The party was in full swing when they walked around to the back yard. There were lawn games set up and tables lined with food. Celeste and Lyall Lupin were by the large grill Sirius and Remus had, plates of marinated meat beside them waiting to be cooked. Finn and Leo went ahead to greet Thomas and Noelle. Logan saw Thomas give them each a huge slap on the back and a big smile, and Noelle looked like she was about to buzz out of her skin. Logan grinned softly. 

“Hey there, Tremz.”

Logan turned to find both Remus and Sirius approaching him. They were both in summer clothes and Remus pushed his sunglasses up into his hair to give Logan a hug. “How are you?”

“Good,” Logan said. He gestured to the cooler. “Where can I put this?”

“Over here,” Sirius said. He picked up one side and helped Logan bring it over to one of the tables. “Leo's handiwork?”

“Yeah,” Logan laughed, opening the cooler so they could both begin unloading some salads. “He made that farro salad you like, Loops, and some spicy corn bread and some not spicy cornbread. Oh, and his mama's butterscotch cookies, they're my-”

A gasp from Remus interrupted him. Sirius looked up, alarmed. “Quoi? Mon loup?”

But Remus ignored him. His eyes were on Logan's hand that was holding a Tupperware container. Logan looked down at his hand and then back up sheepishly. A slow, wide smile crept its way across Remus’ face. “Really?” 

Logan nodded.

“Oh my God!” Remus whispered excitedly. He darted forward and pulled Logan into an excited hug. “Oh my God, congratulations!”

“Quoi?” Sirius asked again. “What, what's happening?”

Remus pulled back and smacked Sirius on the arm. “Look.”

Sirius looked Logan up and down a moment. His eyebrows were furrowed. “I don't understand. What am I-?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “His hand, baby.”

Sirius took another moment to scan Logan. When his eyes caught on his ring, they widened. “Non.”

Logan nodded quickly, his face warm. “Ouais. Leo proposed.”

“But I thought- mais, you had bought-”

“I did. And Leo did. At the same time.” Logan laughed sheepishly and brushed his hand over the back of his neck. “Guess we had the same idea.” 

Sirius just stared at Logan for another moment. Then he barreled forward and pulled him into a clumsy hug, knocking Logan backwards a little bit. “You're getting married,” he whispered in French.

“Ouais,” Logan said. “I'm getting married.”

Sirius slapped his back a few more times. Logan knew they were probably being too obvious, but it felt so good to tell others besides their family that he couldn't find himself to care.

“Mon fil,” came Dumo's low voice. “I'm assuming this has to do with the ring on your finger, and the ones on Leo's and Finn's?”

Logan and Sirius broke apart to find Pascal looking at them with a knowing smile on his face. His eyes were crinkled at the edges and he opened his arms for Logan.

“Leo proposed,” he whispered into Pascal’s shoulder. “And- and I proposed.”

Dumo laughed. “Of course you did it at the same time.”

Logan didn't even have it in him to snark back. Pascal patted him on the shoulder a few times before letting him go with a smile. 

“Did you tell your families?” Sirius asked. 

Logan rolled his eyes. “Finn accidentally told Alex. We were going to wait a bit.”

Pascal laughed loudly. “That sounds like him.”

“Alex is around here somewhere with Kasey and Natalie,” Remus said. “Let's hope he hasn't spilled the beans, yet.”

Logan laughed. “Kasey told him the other night that he couldn't talk about it anymore until we told everyone.”

It seemed, though, that they wouldn't be keeping it in any longer. There was a shout from across the yard that sounded like James. Logan peeked around Remus’ shoulder to see Lily pulling Leo down into a tight hug, chattering excitedly in his ear, and James holding Finn's hand and staring, bug eyed. He looked up at Finn's face with a huge smile. “No fucking way!” 

Finn laughed and accepted James’ hug. 

Sirius sighed. “Not a secret anymore.”

Logan smiled. “Ah, non. But that's okay.”

“Little brother, get over here!” Noelle shouted. She was standing beside Lily, who was looking at Leo’s ring. “Come greet your admirers!”

From there it was a lot of hugs and back slaps, congratulations and way to gos in limitless supply. Logan clutched tightly to Leo's hand as Finn did a dramatic retelling over their engagement story, complete with hand movements and terrible impressions of Leo and Logan's accents. Leo shook his head fondly multiple times and Finn winked at him before continuing. It got people laughing, Logan supposed, even if Finn exaggerated certain bits in that very obvious, sarcastic way he did. 

After, Lyall and Celeste called for dinner, and then it was back to the normal chaos of the party. Logan and Remus won a competitive game of corn hole against Pascal and Sirius, who was cursing in French underneath his breath half the time. Remus laughed at him and chirped back. Sirius just glared at him playfully before breaking into a smile. 

At one point, when they'd settled down around the two fire pits, Logan found himself on Leo's lap in a camp chair. Finn was off mixing drinks with Celeste and Hope Lupin, and Logan watched his freckles darken in the dying light. They framed his smile as he laughed. His hair looked bronze in the sunset.

Leo kissed the back of his neck. “Ça va?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.” He turned to look. The setting sun also made Leo's hair shine, but it was golden, save for the gray streak. Logan reached up to play with the corkscrew curl. “You both look good. In the sunset.”

Leo smiled. “So do you. Makes you look even more tan. Turns your eyes to jewels.”

Logan bit his lip, smitten, and leaned in to kiss Leo softly. Leo smelled like summer and his cologne and tasted like Logan's future husband. He wanted to kiss Finn and taste the same flavor. 

“We're getting married,” he sighed against Leo's mouth.

Leo kissed his cheek. “We are.”

“Allez,” Logan said, settling himself more firmly in Leo's lap. “Let's go. Now.”

Leo snorted and shook his head. “No, you've gotta let my parents have enough time to buy plane tickets. My mama would cry if she missed our wedding.”

Logan slumped against his chest with a happy hum. “Our wedding.”

Leo smiled and tucked Logan's face into his neck. “Not too soon. I wanna enjoy being your fiancé for a bit, first.”

Logan hummed again and kissed Leo's jaw. 

A hand settled itself on Logan's back. “Order up, husbands.”

Leo laughed and accepted his drink. “Not yet.”

Finn shrugged. “I'm testing it out.” He gave Leo a quick kiss. “How are we?”

Logan sat up to take his drink. “Bien, merci.” He took a sip. Finn was just looking at him with a smile. “Quoi?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.” He looked between them. “You both just look gorgeous in the sunset.”

Logan settled against Leo's chest that was shaking with laughter. He let out an airy laugh of his own before reaching out his hand. Finn took his fingers and squeezed.

“Allez,” Logan said. He yawned. “Let's finish this drink and then say goodbye. I'm sleepy.”

Leo pressed a kiss to the back of his head. “I'll go pack up the containers.”

“Uh uh,” Finn said. He waved Leo off. “You cooked it all, and Lo unloaded it, so I'll load it, peanut butter. Give me ten minutes.”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “It does not take ten minutes to load the cooler.”

Finn winked at him. “It will when I keep getting distracted by watching my future husbands from across the yard.”

Logan could tell Leo was blushing and could practically see his eyeroll, even without looking at his face. He smiled into Leo’s shoulder and peeked out at Finn.

“Ugh,” Finn said. “So gorgeous.” He kissed their cheeks hard and then backed away. “Be back! Don't get married without me!”

Leo squeezed his arms tighter around Logan. “We sure picked a weird one.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. “Ouais, we did.”

“I think we keep him around anyways.”

Logan kissed Leo's cheek. “Ouais. I'll keep you, too.”

Leo kissed him on the mouth slowly. “Sounds good to me.”

They sat there in silence, watching as their teammates laughed and chatted. It was calmer- some of the kids had gone inside to watch a movie. Pascal, Sirius, and Kasey were all passed out in a couple of Adirondack chairs. Lily, Natalie, and Alex were taking pictures of them and laughing. Remus and Thomas were playing some sort of board game on a picnic blanket with Cole and Layla. Logan stretched. New York was good, but Gryffindor would always be home.

Finn appeared in front of them, cooler in his hands. “Ready?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.” He yawned again. “Tired.”

“Let's get up, sweetheart,” Leo said. “Bedtime.”

They stood and said their goodbyes with promises to meet some of their friends for lunch or dinner soon, and before Logan knew it he was being sleepily shuffled along by Leo to their car. Finn had the trunk open.

“Your butterscotch cookies were a hit, butter baby,” he said, closing the trunk door. He pouted. “None left for us.” 

Leo opened his free arm to let Finn press against them. “I set some aside for us at home, don't worry honey.”

Finn kissed his cheek. “I knew I agreed to marry you for a reason.” He twirled the keyring around his finger. “Let's go home.”

“Un moment,” Logan sighed. He sank into their bodies. “Let me hug you. We just got engaged.”

Their smiles against his skin lit him up warmer than he ever thought possible.

We can only dream of man-bun Leo Knut. All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Dressed up in his suit, Leo thought that he looked slightly unrecognizable. It was a dark navy with a light blue pocket square that Finn had insisted matched his eyes. Leo had told him that pocket squares were outdated, but Finn had just scoffed and folded it up for him anyway. He’d also attempted to style his curls, which were much longer than they were months ago, but had resorted to pulling half of them into a bun at the top of his head. Really, he felt he didn’t look like himself, but Finn’s parents’ 30-year wedding anniversary party’s dress code was ‘formal’, and he was nothing if not a respectful future son-in-law. 

“Le?” Finn’s voice called from the living room. “You almost ready, baby? We gotta go and pick up the cake.”

Leo took one more look at himself in the bathroom mirror and breathed deeply, fiddling with his gold chain necklace nervously. “Yeah, Harz, coming.”

When he entered the living room of Logan’s New York apartment, Logan and Finn were busy packing a couple bags of what looked like decorations. Finn and Alex had gone all out for their parents, buying cheesy table centerpieces to place alongside the flowers, and streamers to hang around the event room they’d rented out at their family’s favorite restaurant in the city. 

Each of his boys were also in their suits, Logan in dark green with his brown waves pushed back by his sunglasses and Finn in gray, a white shirt with stiched flower patterns visible underneath his open jacket. They looked gorgeous always, Leo thought, but today, with the summer sun shining through the curtains onto their skin and hair, dressed to the nines, they looked especially beautiful.

Finn was still fussing with something when he spoke. “Hey, butter, you good to go? We should start bringing these things down to- oh fuck me.” 

Leo looked up from where he had been messing with the cuffs on his light pink undershirt to find both of his boys staring at him. Logan’s eyes flitted all over his body, and Finn’s seemed to be stuck somewhere on his face. 

Suddenly, Finn shook his head, blinking hard. “Jesus, Leo,” he said, eyes widening. He unabashedly moved to peek at Leo’s rear end and thighs. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”

Leo looked down at himself, then back at him. “Huh?”

This time, it was Logan who spoke. “Tres beau.” He looked a little restless, breathing a bit heavy like he did when he couldn’t find a way to direct his desire. Walking up to Leo, he ran a hand up the back of his head, gripping his hair. When he spoke again, it was a bit softer, his eyes dark as he drew Leo in. “Tres beau.” He kissed Leo deeply, opening his mouth up with a soft moan as Leo gripped his hips.

Finn groaned from where he was watching them. “Oh God, now you’re both going to kill me. Fucking gorgeous, what the hell.”

Leo felt Logan smile against mouth. “Non, rouge, come join us.”

“Lo, there is literally nothing I’d like more, but we’ve gotta go-”

“Viens ici.”

They both looked at Finn, whose fists were clenching and releasing, his jaw tight and throat bobbing as he considered Logan’s offer. He looked over their bodies, then sighed in defeat. “Fine.” He walked up to Logan, staring him down. “But you can be the one to tell Alex why we are late.”

Logan just kissed him hard, stepping briefly out of Leo’s hold to bring Finn’s mouth down to his with his arms around his neck. He didn’t stand on his toes, Leo noticed, flat footed and forcing Finn to come to him. Leo smiled; Logan could be demanding at the best of times, but sometimes he was so forceful it made Finn and Leo powerless to his will.

It seemed as though this was the case with Finn, who let out a loud moan, craning his neck downwards. Leo could see his tongue dart into Logan’s mouth quickly, his glasses squishing to his face as Logan got his fill. Eventually, with a harsh breaking sound, they pulled away. Logan’s face was smug, but Finn looked visibly flushed. “Oh, man, ten. I’m not gonna make it out of here.”

Logan just patted his chest. “Leo.”

At that, Finn lifted his head up, smiling again as he shifted in Logan’s arms to face slightly away. “Oh, that’s right.” He grabbed for Leo’s hand, pulling him right up against them. “Can’t forget about you sunshine.” 

Leo hummed, smiling at them both. “You both look so handsome.”

“Well, if we are handsome, then you’re some sort of- god or something,” Finn said. “I mean, a bun has no right to look that good on anyone, yet there you stand.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed, reaching up to grip Leo’s hair again. “It’s so sexy, mon coeur.”

Leo was rolling his eyes slightly, but Finn gripped his jaw. “Uh uh, no you don’t. You get to accept our compliments like a nice boyfriend.”

“Just kiss me, please.”

Finn didn’t hesitate, kissing with the same firmness that he and Logan had kissed. Finn really could kiss filithily, could kiss them like they were suspended in time. Leo somehow felt like he was holding himself so firmly, yet also relaxed into Finn’s arm around his waist, Logan’s hand at the base of his skull. He felt another pair of lips on the base of his throat, felt the stiffness of Logan’s body that meant he was standing on his toes to reach. His blood was overheated, and he knew if they didn’t stop right now, they wouldn’t actually make it to the party.

“We have to-” he started, but was interrupted by Finn’s lips on his again. “We have to go.”

“One more, baby,” Finn said, drawing him in. 

Leo whined, mouth going slack against Finn’s. Logan made his way up his jaw, then pulled his head away from Finn’s to get his own kiss. Leo furrowed his brow and made a low noise before reluctantly pulling away. “Gotta go.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, placing one more soft peck on Leo’s lips. “Ouais, let’s go.” 

They separated slightly, Logan and Leo bending down to pick up a couple of bags each. When they stood up, they found Finn unabashedly gazing at the backs of their bodies, obviously having stared at them bent over. He abruptly snapped out of his reverie and put his hands over his face, hanging his neck.

“Oh, God, I need a cold shower,” he groaned, peeking out at them. “A really, really cold shower. Ice bath temperature. You’ve both been sent here to tempt me, I swear.”

Logan laughed Leo’s favorite laugh, taking a step forward with his fingers reaching out. Finn put a hand up to stop him.

“Don’t,” he said, voice firm. “If you want us to leave within the next two hours, you will stand right there and not come closer.” He shuddered a breath. “I might actually not make it.”

Leo grinned slyly and looked over at him. “Two hours? That’s all you’d give us?” He nodded his head to Lo. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

Logan bit his lip smugly, catching on. “I think,” he said, making his way back to Leo and wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist. “That two hours is definitely not enough time, soleil, and that we’d be very late to the party.”

“Oh my god.” Finn really sounded distressed now. “Oh my God, this is torture. This is actual torture.” He paused, turning to face them. “Stop looking at me like that!”

They both just laughed as Finn put his face back in his hands. Leo stepped forward and kissed his forehead. “C’mon, sweetheart. We can take a rain check until this evening.”

“That is not as helpful as you think it is. Now that’s all I’m going to be thinking about.”

“Ouais, good,” Logan said, opening the door. “Allez, mes amours, the party awaits us.” 

I feel like this is a big ask so you do not have to do it if you don’t wanna but maybe a soulmate au?? Like soulmate identifying marks?? Just cause I’m thinking about Harvard finnlo angst where they already know they’re soulmates and choosing to ignore it🥲 and also thinking about leo somehow seeing both of their marks and choosing to hide his anyway idk I just think it would be really angsty and romantic🥹🥹🥹 sorry for rambling hopefully this made some sense THANK YOU❤️❤️

I think this takes the prize as my favorite prompt EVER! This idea just flowed so well to me, and I LOVE this AU! Definitely one of my proudest fics for you all. :)

All credits to @lumosinlove !! <3

Gryffindor, December 2019

Leo brushed his sweaty hair back from his face and placed his goalie mask on the bench. It was getting long, curling down towards the base of his neck. He'd need to cut it again soon.

He considered to himself, as he stripped off his pads, what exactly would happen if he cut it shorter on the sides instead of just trimming it all around. He'd always liked that style on curly hair, shorter on the sides and fluffy and defined at the top, but hadn't allowed himself to do that in years. Now it was so much to manage, especially with the more intense NHL schedule. He ran a hand across the side, imagining how it would feel- then his fingers touched the raised skin behind his ear and the thought vanished completely.

Leo's soul mark had always branded him a bit ‘different’. There were three, like fine-lined tattoos, nestled just behind the shell of his right ear: a sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish, like the outline of a Goldfish cracker. At first, it hadn't been a big deal. He wore it out, like everyone did at a young age, his hair not bothering to hide it. But as he got older, people started to ask questions. And at twelve years old, when he realized he liked boys, he'd decided that enough was enough. He started to grow his hair out, just enough to cover it, and that was that.

Leo scratched his fingers over it and looked around the locker room. Nobody, that he was aware of, had three marks, just the normal two. Some guys wore them out: Pascal, Sirius and Remus, Thomas. Some others kept them covered: Kasey, even though he had a girlfriend, Kuny, Jackson- Finn and Logan.

Leo tried not to let his face flush too much at the thought of the last two. It was bad enough being gay and having a distinct soul mark that would surely ostracize him; he didn't need anyone discovering the little crush he had on his two teammates who were definitely into one another. Leo had seen the looks, the longing- he wasn't about to get in the way. He sighed and turned to grab his towel for his shower.

Boston, MA, February 2015

“Fucking yes, Tremzy!”

Logan whooped as he allowed himself to be pressed into the boards by his teammates, watching as hats rained down on the ice. 

“Hatty hatty!” Percy yelled. “Beanpot Finals, here we come, let's go!”

Logan laughed, skating away towards the bench for a shift change. There were only three seconds left on the clock- overtime against Northeastern had barely been avoided.

He felt a smack on his butt from a stick as he climbed the boards. “Way to go, Lolo.”

Logan rolled his eyes and looked at Finn, who was grinning at him mischievously through his mask. It was his assist that had allowed Logan to give them the lead. “Nice pass.”

Finn hopped the boards, too, and gave Logan's helmet a tap with his own. “Fucking magic, we are.”

Yes, Logan thought as he watched the clock wind down. Fucking magic.

He was kept behind for quite a few interviews afterwards, the other boys having long gone to get dinner in the meal hall the stadium was providing them with before getting the bus back to campus. Logan sighed as he stripped his Under Armour and jock strap off, left bare in the empty locker room. He rolled out his neck and looked down at his body. He ran his thumb over the fleur-de-lis tattoo on his left. It was dark against his skin. On his other hip the thin bandage and strong tape he used to cover his soul mark was peeling off. 

He looked around carefully- nobody was here. Normally, he showered with it then removed the bandage once he put on his clothes, out of sight from anyone else. But now, with no one to disturb him, he felt an itch to wash the sweaty skin underneath. Carefully, he stripped it off and threw the waste in the trash can, grabbing his towel and some soap and heading to the showers.

The water was warm against his aching muscles. Logan washed himself then tilted his head down, back against the spray. He loved his teammates, the game, the fans, but sometimes he needed a moment to collect himself. English still had him fumbling his words in interviews, and it exhausted him to be surrounded by the noise and fanfare, no matter how well-intentioned it may be. Logan liked his time to himself, with nobody else around him. 

Well, maybe nobody else except-

A sharp gasp made him look up, covering himself with his hand. It was Finn. He was staring intently at Logan's right hip. Logan furrowed his brow. “Harz, what-”

Then he realized. The soul mark. 

Logan's wide eyes looked up, trying to catch Finn's attention, but he was standing still, more still than Logan had ever seen him. Then suddenly, as if someone lit a match under him, he turned and walked out of the room.

“Merde,” Logan swore, shutting off the water and reaching for his towel. “Fish!”

Logan hurried after him to the locker room. Finn was pacing, chest heaving and mouth covered by his hand. He was quiet, so unlike himself, and Logan was beginning to get worried.

“Finn,” Logan said. “What's wrong?”

Finn still didn't say anything. He stopped in front of Logan with his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes were hard and desperate, and Logan could feel the heat of his skin this close. It made goosebumps trail up his bare chest.

“Finn,” Logan whispered, just to say his name.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Finn plucked at the bottom hem of his own shirt. Logan watched as the skin was revealed, freckles dotting his shoulders, his muscles lean and strong. When Finn finally pulled the fabric over his head, he was looking at Logan expectantly.

“Quoi?” Logan asked. “I don't-” But his breath caught in his throat. There, along the side of Finn's ribs, where his arm was moved to display the skin, were three tattoos in a vertical line: a sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish.

Logan let out a small gasp, staring at the mark for a second. A hand cupped his jaw, one going down to his right hip. He leaned into the touch and watched as Finn moved the towel down with his thumb, revealing the cluster of Logan's identical marks. They were breathing harshly against one another, their chests brushing as Logan lifted his head to meet Finn's eyes. They were open and raw, asking him a question. Logan only nodded slightly, and then Finn was leaning in.

When their lips met, it was grace and relief as Logan had never felt. Finn was soft and gentle at first, but then Logan ran a hand over his ribs, over his mark, and then Finn was gripping his jaw and hip more desperately, a soft noise leaving his mouth as he kissed Logan harder. 

Logan reached his other hand up to lace in Finn's hair, soft and thick and the subject of an embarrassing amount of daydreams. Finn took that as an invitation to kiss down Logan's neck, his lips hot and wet. Logan didn't realize he'd closed his eyes until they opened abruptly at the sound of a door opening, him and Finn jerking apart.

“Harz, Tremz!” Will called. “Team meeting during dinner, let's go!”

Finn and Logan were both still panting as they took each other in. Finn stared at Logan's mark for a second, then at his face. “Lo…”

The way Finn said his name was going to make Logan melt. He jerked his head towards the door. “Allez, Will's calling.” He turned towards his stall to find his clothes. “I'll meet you there.”

There was the sound of a frustrated sigh, then footsteps and the door as Finn left. Logan closed his eyes against the tears and pulled on his boxers.

Gryffindor, March 2019

Leo heard the door to his and Finn’s apartment slam. He jerked up from where he'd been reading to find a wet and shivering Finn staring at him with his arms crossed. His running clothes were soaked through and his lips were purple. 

“Jesus, Finn,” Leo said, standing up and going to the bathroom. “I thought you were out with Logan.”

Finn shook his head, his teeth chattering. “N-no, he c-c-cancelled.”

Leo rushed towards him with a towel. “It's pouring. You were gone for hours, what happened?”

Finn shrugged, but Leo saw him try and duck away. “N-needed to th-th-think.”

“In the rain?”

Finn just looked at him, shivering. “P-Peanut, I'm cold.”

“Okay, okay,” Leo hushed. “I've got you.” He reached his hands out and grasped at the bottom of Finn's T-shirt. “Is this okay?”

Finn nodded hurriedly, letting the towel drop to the floor as Leo lifted his shirt over his head. Next, he helped Finn out of his shorts and socks and shoes, just left in his thermal undershirt and briefs. 

“Okay, last layer, then I'll warm up the shower for you, okay?”

Finn nodded. “‘Kay.”

Leo helped him pull the final layer over his head, the wet and clinging fabric sticking to his face briefly. When he was freed of the clothing, Finn immediately started shivering harder, skin exposed to the air. Leo leaned in to hug him. “I've got you. Geez, Fish.”

“S-Sorry.”

“No, don't be, it's okay.” He leaned back, arms still around Finn's freezing waist. “Shower.”

Finn nodded, leaning down to pick up his towel from the floor. As he was bent over, his arm shifted, and Leo got a peak at some dark marks on his ribs. Leo thought it was a tattoo, but then he looked closer, eyes widening. He couldn't help the gasp he let out.

Finn looked up, alarmed, until he saw Leo looking at the soul marks. A sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish. He smiled a bit sheepishly. “Sorry.”

Leo shook his head quickly, a little dizzy. He hoped Finn didn't notice the flush on his cheeks. “No, I'm sorry.” He hurried away. “I'll go turn on the shower for you, then get you some comfy clothes.”

Finn quietly said his thanks from behind. Leo put his hand over his mouth and tried to fight against the tears. 

Harvard University, June 2016

“Lo, c'mere. I've gotta go.”

Logan just continued to stare down angrily at the wooden table. Finn sighed and sat across from him. He looked gorgeous in the early morning light, the golden sun streaking across his brown hair. When he looked up to Finn, his green eyes were sad. “Non. You're not leaving.”

Finn bit the inside of his cheek. “Don't make this harder than it already is.”

“But you're leaving-”

“And so will you, in a year! I graduated, you'll graduate, hopefully be drafted like me. And I-” Finn sucked in a breath. “Lo, I already miss you.”

Logan closed his eyes tightly, fighting against obvious tears. Like he did almost every day, Finn thought about the marks along his ribs, on Logan's hip, and that kiss over a year ago. They didn't talk about it. It was agony, sometimes, and since then they'd kissed a few more times: after a playoff game, when Finn got drafted- one memorable time not three days earlier, watching the sunset on the grass together. They'd laid and kissed on the grass on the hill they liked to drive to until it got dark, until they were interrupted by Alex calling Finn. When he'd ended the call, Logan was already waiting for him in the passenger seat, eyes down and cheeks flushed with embarrassment. They'd driven home in silence.

Finn knew he had to try and push one last time. “Logan. Logan, look at me.” When Logan looked up at him, a tear fell down his cheek. Finn reached across to wipe it with his thumb. “I want you.”

Logan immediately shook his head. “Non, Finn-”

“We're it, Lo, it says so on our skin!” Finn whisper-yelled. He didn't want to wake the rest of the house up. “Why are you denying yourself-”

“There's three.”

Finn stopped, his mouth hanging open. “What?”

“There's three,” Logan said again, more forcefully. He stood up and out of Finn’s reach, pulling down his waistband to reveal the marks. He placed his thumb over each of them individually. “Un, deux, trois.”

Finn shook his head. “That doesn't mean anything, they're the same.”

“Yes it does, Finn.” Logan sat back down and took a shaky breath. “Who do you know that has three? Who? Everyone else has two.”

Finn could feel his eyes getting wet. “No one. Lo-”

“It means there's someone else out there for you.” Logan's face was heartbroken, devastated. “Someone better for you.”

Finn's mouth fell open with a soft, sad cry. “No, Logan, don't say that.” He pushed his chair back and went to kneel at Logan's feet. He rested his hands on the back of Logan's calves and Logan's fingers came down to grasp at his hair. “You're perfect for me, you're everything. I want you.”

But Logan wasn't to be deterred. “But this is your dream. And it's my dream.” He looked at Finn so softly. “I can't take that away from you. From myself.”

Finn rested his forehead on Logan's thigh and breathed deeply. “I know.” He glanced up again and met Logan's green eyes. “But we’re supposed to be together. And- and maybe there is someone else, yes, for me, but also for you. They're the same mark, Logan.”

Logan nodded. “I know. Merde, I know.” To Finn's surprise, Logan leaned down and kissed him. “But our dream won't let us, Fish. It just won't.”

“So what?” Finn asked. “We just ignore it? Be lonely?”

Logan shook his head. “Non, you find them. You find them.”

Finn's eyes widened. “Logan-”

“Find them, Finn.” Logan's eyes were pleading. “Please. I just want you to be happy, please.”

Finn let out a breath and knelt up higher, dragging Logan down into a hug. He kissed the side of Logan's head. “I'll miss you every day.”

“I know.”

“I'm still going to call you.”

“I know.”

“You're still my best friend.”

“I know.” Logan turned his nose into Finn's hair. “You're mine. Allez, Gryffindor is waiting.”

And in one motion, Finn squeezed Logan tightly, stood, grabbed his backpack, and tore out of OKN. He looked back and saw Logan watching from the doorway. They looked at each other one last time before Finn opened his car door and put the keys in the ignition.

Winnipeg, April 2019

Logan laughed as Leo landed one last smack to his face with a pillow, falling back against the hotel bed. He'd started it, throwing a pillow at Leo as Leo showed him a thirst trap someone had made of Logan that he'd come across. They'd been scrolling through Instagram side by side. Logan had groaned, taking one of the throw pillows from his own bed and throwing it across to Leo's, smacking him in the chest. Leo had just raised his eyebrows, stood, and used his own pillow to smack back. From there it had been an all out war on Logan's bed as they tried to best each other.

“Merde,” Logan panted from his spot against the mattress. “Allez, allez, you win, fuck.”

Leo sat back against his heels, satisfied. “Just because I don't have siblings doesn't mean I just take it, Tremblay.”

“That's obvious,” Logan grunted, propping himself up on his elbows. “Mon Dieu, you've got a fucking arm.”

Leo laughed, standing to go and gather his pillows, setting them neatly on his own bed. “Merci.”

Logan hummed sleepily. Leo glanced back to see he had his eyes closed. Logan had a small smile on his face, too, starfished on the bed, tired from their victory against the Jets. He was just in his boxers and a sweatshirt, the hem riding up to display his lean body. In the scuffle, his underwear had slid down, displaying the top of his fleur-de-lis tattoo on his left hip, and on his right-

Leo had to cover his mouth and bite his finger to hold himself back from making a sound. A sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish. Leo's head was reeling as he climbed into his bed.

Logan opened one eye to look at him. “Ça va?”

“Mhm.” Leo pushed a hand through his hair, then realized it was shaking and hid it beneath the covers. “Just tired.”

“Non,” Logan said. He turned on his side, his boxers riding down lower, and reached across to press a hand to Leo's shoulder. His touch burned. “Non, Leo, what's wrong?”

Leo just stared at his hand, then glanced briefly at the marks. Logan's eyes followed his and he flushed. Leo shook his head. “I'm sorry.”

Logan sighed. “Non. Non, it's okay.” He laid back on his own bed and looked at Leo softly. “Do you ever…”

Leo stared back, biting his lip. “Do I ever…?”

Logan let out another sigh and closed his eyes, as if it was too much. He spoke in French. “Do you ever feel like everything you want is right in front of you, and yet you miss it anyways?”

Leo ran his eyes up and down Logan's strong body. This couldn't be happening. “All the time.”

Logan opened his eyes again. “What do I do?”

Leo snuggled further underneath the covers. “I think- I think you have to care about it enough. Whatever that may be.”

“Even if I have to let it go?”

Leo ducked his nose into his sweatshirt neckline. “Yeah. Yeah, even to let it go.” He breathed deeply. He needed Logan to understand. “But sometimes you shouldn't. Sometimes you should take it.”

“Ouais?”

“Ouais.”

Logan looked at him. “Have you let it go?”

Leo could feel tears welling up in his eyes. “I don't have it.”

That made Logan's eyes go sad. Despite it, he smiled. “You deserve it, Leo.” He cocked his head. “I'm happy you're here.”

“Thank you,” Leo said shakily. “Thank you, Lo.”

Logan nodded, then reached up to turn off the light. “Bonne nuit, peanut.”

“Night.”

In the darkness, Leo finally let the silent tears fall.

Las Vegas, NV, October 2019

“Nut!”

Leo reached up above Finn's head to grasp the small ball tossed from Remus, jumping out of the pool to dunk it in the small hoop. The hotel pool in Vegas was a team favorite, and James had discreetly packed a portable pool hoop to bring with them this time. Their matinee game had been rough and physical, but Remus had his first NHL goal and Leo had a shutout, so the energy was wild and fierce. Coach had told them, exasperated, to go work their energy out before bed, which had James grinning widely. He'd instructed them to go to the pool, scurrying away to go find the box he'd stowed away in his luggage. Now, Leo was reconsidering his NHL career. Maybe the NBA would take him.

“Fuck off!” Sirius shouted. “That's not fair!”

Remus jumped on his back, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You're such a baby.”

Sirius just leaned back to dip him then let go. He and James were both red-faced and frustrated they were losing so badly.

“Seriously, Knut, what the hell is up with those octopus arms?”

Leo turned to find Finn looking at him, his lean, freckled chest on display. Leo swallowed, trying to get a grip. “I can't help it.”

“I'm a fan,” Logan chimed in. His green eyes and smile made Leo warm all over. “If it makes you lose, Fish.” 

Finn rolled his eyes and splashed water over Logan's face. Logan spluttered and Finn laughed before turning to Leo. He was smiling. Leo realized what was about to happen. “No, no, I just washed my-”

But it was too late. Finn cupped his hands and threw water over Leo's head. Leo blinked hard and squinted through the chlorine. Logan was talking in fast French as he and Finn splashed each other. “Leo, allez!”

Leo laughed, running his hand across the water to get it in Finn's face. Finn gasped, staring at him incredulously. “Oh, it is so on, Nut.”

He lunged, trying to get his hands on Leo's shoulders and dunk him. Leo leaned back, trying to push him off, but slipped on the pool's slippery bottom. He and Finn both fell, chest to chest. Leo felt the water proof bandage Finn used to cover his mark as he scrambled for purchase, Finn's hands still on his shoulders. He kicked hard, breaking through the surface with a gasp, using both hands to push his hair back. He needed to pull himself together. 

“You okay?”

Leo opened his eyes to find Logan and Finn smiling at him softly. They looked so gorgeous that Leo had to take a deep breath. “Yeah. Water's just heavy in my hair.”

“Why don't you cut it?” Finn asked. 

Leo shrugged, his heart rate picking up. “Don't know,” he fibbed.

Logan tilted his head. “It looks nice pushed back.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “I like it like that. You usually don't wash your hair in the team showers.”

Leo bit his lip. “Too much work. Don't feel like bringing my creams and stuff.”

Logan scrunched his nose around a laugh. “You're probably the only hockey player with a haircare routine.”

Leo flushed. “I like my curls.”

“They're very nice,” Finn said. Alarms went off in Leo's body as he approached. He touched the side of Leo's hair. “You know, I think it'd look nice if you cut it a little on the-”

He stopped suddenly. Leo could feel himself breathing hard. Finn's fingers were brushing right by where he knew his soul mark was now definitely visible, the hair pushed out of the way and transparent enough to allow it to be seen. Finn's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly.

Leo grit his teeth. “Finn…”

But Finn just looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Leo stepped back and Finn's hand fell. He backed away towards the steps.

“Finn?” Logan asked, looking worriedly between them. “What's going on?”

Leo didn't wait for Finn's response. He grabbed his towel and room key and jogged out the door.

***

Finn watched as Leo ran away, flip flops slapping against the bottoms of his wet feet. His head was reeling.

“Finn? Finn, allez, what's wrong?” Logan appeared in his line of sight and grabbed his shoulders. “Fish.”

Finn blinked, shaking his head. “Shit.” He looked to Logan, then at the door through which Leo had disappeared. “Shit, shit, shit.”

He ran out of the pool and grabbed his towel, some of the guys yelling questions. He could hear Logan behind him as he ran through the door.

“Finn, what the hell-” 

Finn turned and faced him frantically in the hallway. “Where is your room?”

Logan looked confused. “170B. Fish, what-”

“Leo has the mark. Behind his ear.”

Logan stared at him for a moment before his face paled. “Non.”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, fuck, we-” He pressed his hands over his eyes. “We have to find him.”

Logan looked hesitant, shrinking into himself. “Finn…”

Finn let out a frustrated noise and backed Logan into the nearest wall, just beside a supply closet. His voice was shaky. “No, no, you don't get to do this! You don't get to ignore it, or push me away, or tell me to go off and be with him, because it's us, Logan. He has the three marks, it's the three of us.” Logan's eyes were wide and vulnerable. Finn pressed their foreheads together. “I thought I was going crazy when I first started wanting him, because I still wanted you with everything I am. I love him, and I love you, and I will not let you take this away from me.”

Logan's breathing was quick. When Finn pulled back slightly, he saw that Logan's eyes were teary. “You love me?”

Finn nodded. “I do. God, I've been in love with you from the moment you walked into that shitty house your freshman year.”

Logan pressed his lips together. His hand came to cup the back of Finn's head. “I love you, too. I love you.” His green eyes fitted across Finn's face for a moment, searching. Then, to Finn's amazement and delight, he kissed him.

Finn felt like he could barely breathe, or maybe like he was breathing for the first time. Logan was so soft against him, needy and panting. His lips were working frantically against Finn's own, that fire that was always beneath his skin bubbling to the surface. Finn cupped his jaw firmly, slowing them down with deep presses of his mouth and tongue. Logan shuddered and melted into the wall behind him. It felt like his body was overheating under Finn's hands. With a few more soft kisses, Finn pulled away, albeit reluctantly. Logan's eyes were still closed.

“I love you,” Finn whispered. “And it's okay. It's okay now.”

Logan nodded, opening his eyes slowly. “Ouais, it is. I thought-” He took a shaky breath and Finn kissed his cheek. “I thought I couldn't want this. But now Sirius and Remus, and- and you and I were drafted to the same team, that can't be a coincidence. And Leo-” Logan let out a soft sound, forehead dropping onto Finn's shoulder. “I love him. I love him, and I love you, and I'm tired of not taking what I want when it's right in front of me.”

Finn's breath hitched at his words, heart beating as fast as it had the first time he'd seen Logan's mark. He stepped back and grabbed firmly onto Logan's shoulders. “You mean you…”

Logan smiled and nodded. “I want you. I want you both.”

Finn let out a teary laugh and kissed Logan hard. They were smiling against each other's mouths, light and happy and in love, Finn realized. They might have kept kissing forever had Logan not pulled away roughly. “Leo.”

Finn jerked his head up. “Shit. Shit, you're right.” He took Logan's hand and laced their fingers. “Let's go.”

They ran to the nearest stairwell and bounded up to the next floor. Logan's hands were shaking as he scanned the room key, grabbing the handle and shoving the door open roughly. “Leo?” he called.

Finn came in after him, looking around frantically. He poked his head in the bathroom. “Leo?”

When he came out, Logan was standing still and looking at the ground. Leo's suitcase was thrown open, his wet swimsuit on the floor. Clothes were disorganized inside it, which was so unlike him. He must have grabbed some and ran. Beside it was his room key. Logan knelt down briefly and picked it up. He looked at Finn. “Fish.”

Finn leaned in and hugged him. He felt the first of Logan's soft, hitching breaths underneath his hands. “Baby…”

“He's not here.” Logan was shaking. “He's not here, and we love him.”

“Okay,” Finn said. He pulled away and gripped Logan's hips. “He's probably still here somewhere, he's just really freaked out.”

“We have to find him.”

“I know.” Finn wiped Logan's cheeks and kissed his forehead. “Let's get changed first, okay? Then we go find Leo.”

“Soleil,” Logan said.

Finn looked down at him. “What?”

Logan closed his eyes and a tear slipped out. “What I will call him. Soleil. Sun.” He opened his eyes and leaned into Finn's chest. “He’s like sunshine.”

Finn nodded. “He is.” He brushed Logan's hair back from his face. “And what am I?”

Logan reached up to run a hand through Finn’s damp hair. “Rouge. Red.”

Finn kissed him.

***

Logan watched as Finn pulled on one of his high school sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants. The sweatshirt was a little short on him, the sleeves not quite reaching his wrists, but he looked so soft and cosy in Logan's clothes that Logan could only go up and kiss him.

Finn kneaded the skin of his back, just above where he'd put some shorts on. “Go put a shirt on, baby, then we'll go find Le.”

Logan nodded, kissing Finn once more before making his way towards his own suitcase. He had a sweater in there, one from France, but it wasn't as bulky and cosy. He needed something to swallow him, to settle the aching feeling in his chest.

He looked to Leo's suitcase. He always traveled with two sweatshirts: a Lions one for the locker room and cameras, and then one from home for the hotel room. He must've grabbed the Lions one in his rush, because the one left in his suitcase was purple and had the name of an ice cream parlor. Logan assumed it was the one he and his dad visited after Leo had a good game in high school. Finn saw him looking and put a hand on his back. “I don't think he'll mind.”

Logan nodded, kissing Finn's shoulder before kneeling and picking up the sweatshirt. He pulled it over his head. It was thick and soft and reached down to his thighs. It smelled like Leo's cologne. Logan turned his nose into the neckline and breathed in the scent.

Finn kissed the side of his head, lingering and gentle. “I've got the room key. Let's go get our sunshine.”

***

Leo squeezed his knees closer to himself in the cold hallway. He didn't know which floor he was on, one of the top ones. The hallway had ended in a T, with no rooms on either side, just big windows with a nice view of the city.

Leo sat against the opposite wall, gazing at the lights below him. He imagined he could hear and see people laughing, friends dancing, couples kissing. He wondered if there was anyone else like him, but happier; someone who was in love with two people, but actually had them. He could imagine dancing like that with Finn and Logan: Finn at his back, his chin on Leo's shoulder, arms around Leo's waist; Logan against Leo's chest, smiling up at him, his hands resting on the back of Leo's neck, maybe one in his hair. He closed his eyes as a sharp pain ran through his chest. He felt a tear escape. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. “Oh, fuck.”

How could he have been so careless, so stupid? He thought of Finn's horrified face and the fact that Logan definitely knew by now. If they hadn't confessed their feelings to one another, they certainly had after that display, and Leo would never forgive himself if he was the cause of such an emotional and difficult conversation. Coming out was hard enough on its own, but coming out to your best friend? The one you were in love with? Leo could barely imagine that talk they were probably still having without feeling a weight settle in his gut. He'd caused that. And now he was making their lives more difficult, and the whole team saw them run out, and Leo didn't know what to do. He really didn't know what to do.

He sat there shaking for he didn't know how long, blankly staring at the lights of the city. It was almost calming; peaceful, even, save for the rapid rhythm of his beating heart. He pressed a hand to his chest and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, behind him, he heard some frantic whispers.

“I don't know, Lo, we've looked everywhere.”

“Cherchez-en devantage, encore une fois.”

“I don't speak French.”

“Look again.”

“I'm trying!”

Leo clenched his teeth, eyes widening. He quickly but quietly shuffled his way to the corner, trying to remain out of sight, but he knew he was a sitting duck. He only hoped they gave up before they found him.

What would he even say if they did? I'm in love with you, but you're in love with each other. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I'll leave you be.

No, he couldn't do that. He wasn't strong enough to do that, to let them go completely, nor to ruin a friendship like that that was so intertwined with love and lust and laughter and life- a friendship that had bones, that had history. Leo bit his lip once again at the tears that threatened to claim his vision.

“Le?”

Leo sighed heavily and turned his head. When he opened his eyes, he found Finn and Logan looking at him carefully. Their hands were intertwined.

“Hi,” he said. His voice was rough, even to his own ears. “Hi.”

He saw Logan squeeze Finn's hand and let go. He came to sit beside Leo, criss-crossed and facing him. He was wearing Leo's sweatshirt. If this ended poorly, Leo didn't know if he'd want Logan to keep it or to keep it himself and smell Logan's scent guiltily every time he wore it. He looked so cozy. 

“Ça va?”

Leo just blinked at him. Logan sighed, dropping his head down to look at his fingers, which he was twiddling in his lap.

Finn came to sit across from them both, back against the window. His eyes were soft. “How long have you known?”

Leo shrugged. He looked out past Finn's shoulder at the city lights. “Since you came home from that run. In the freezing rain, and I had to undress you and put you in the shower.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked.

Finn's cheeks were flushed. “You and I were supposed to go to lunch. But you went home with a girl from the bar the night before and then I didn't hear from you the next day.” He shrugged. “I needed to think, so I ran. It was cold and wet.”

Logan looked at him so sadly it was breaking Leo's heart. “Rouge…”

Leo's stomach jolted. A nickname. A sweet one. Red. So they'd obviously figured themselves out.

Finn nudged Logan's thigh with his socked foot. He was wearing Logan's sweatshirt and sweatpants, Leo realized. “It doesn't matter now.” He looked to Leo. “And Logan's? How'd you find out?”

Leo turned back to look out the window. He smiled sadly. “We had a pillow fight in our hotel room. Logan's boxers slid down and his sweatshirt rode up, and, well…” He looked to Finn. “He asked if I knew if what I wanted was right in front of me, but if I still missed it.” He bit his lip as his eyes watered. “That's when I knew he was in love with you.”

Finn was looking with wide eyes at Logan, who was in turn looking intently at Leo. “You knew?”

Leo sniffled. “Of course I knew. Y'all think you're discreet, but you're not.”

Finn nudged him with his toe. “So if you knew, why didn't you say anything? About you.”

“I couldn't do that to you,” Leo said. He put his hands over his eyes. “Fuck, I couldn't do that to you. Your love radiates off of you, and I just figured- I just figured I was the universe's backup. If you didn't get together, one of you would find me.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. “Leo.”

Leo groaned and buried his face in his knees. “Not everyone ends up with their soul mate. My grandma's died when they were teenagers, and my grandpa didn't have one. But they loved each other, and were happy, and I-” He felt his throat closing up. “I had to care about you enough to let you go.”

He heard Logan take in a sharp breath beside him. “Non. Non, Leo.” He knelt up and wrapped an arm around Leo's upper back, pressing his forehead to the back of Leo's curls. “Leo, non. Non, it doesn't have to be like that.”

“I told you it can be, Lo,” Leo said. “That night. With the pillow fight. You're supposed to be with Finn, and I'm supposed to let you go.”

“You are not supposed to do anything like that, Leo.” Finn's voice was thick with tears. “Why would you say that?”

Leo sat up. Logan shifted back, but their thighs were still pressed together. “I didn't want to wreck you. You have history, years of it, and I owed it to you to let you figure out your feelings on your own time.” He looked between them. “Everyone deserves that. I'm sorry if I forced you to do that today.”

They both softened at that and looked at each other briefly. Finn shifted over to the side to be more squarely in front of Leo. He leaned forward and took Leo's hands in his own. They were shaking. “We already knew.”

Leo sat up straighter. “What?”

Logan rested his chin on Leo's shoulder, hand rubbing at his lower back. “Ouais, we figured it out years ago. We just hadn't met you yet.”

At Leo's still-confused look, Finn began to speak again. “It was after Logan scored a hatty in the Beanpot Semis, my junior year. We won, and he stayed late for interviews.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “Nobody was there, in the locker room, so I took my covering off to go shower.” He let out a laugh. “Finn walked in and saw my mark.”

Leo hummed. “And what happened?”

Finn smiled. “I freaked out, Logan followed me to the locker room. Long story short, I showed him mine, we kissed, we got interrupted. We kissed a few more times before I left. We didn't talk about it, not until the day I came to Gryff. But we knew.”

“What we couldn't figure out,” Logan said. “Was you.” He sighed heavily. “Fish tried to talk to me, the day he left. But I told him to look for whoever else was for him- for us. Someone who deserved him.”

Leo touched their temples together. “But you do.”

He could feel Logan’s smile. “Ouais, I know that now.” He shifted, wrapping his arm fully around Leo’s waist. “But I didn't know how to make how I felt work with hockey. With our dream.”

“What changed?”

“You did, sunshine.”

Leo looked at Finn. He let out a surprised laugh. “What?”

Finn smiled at him. “Sunshine. It's what we’re calling you.”

“Soleil,” Logan corrected.

“Well I'm not French, am I?”

“Neither am I! Canada's different.”

Finn rolled his eyes playfully. “Anyways.” He reached out to pluck at one of Leo’s curls. “You came along and made us realize that avoiding what we desired was silly. And that there was so much more to want. To love.”

Leo closed his eyes briefly in a slow blink. His heart was pounding.“Really?”

“Ouais, soleil,” Logan whispered. “It’s because of you.”

Leo nodded. “And are you okay? You figured yourselves out?”

Finn laughed. “Yeah, literally, like, a half hour ago. We kissed, we talked a bit, whatever.” He brought Leo’s hands to his mouth and kissed them. “But then we came looking for you.”

Leo felt his heart kick. “You did?”

“Don't be surprised,” Logan said. “We want you. We love you.” He touched just behind Leo’s ear. “You’re ours. Our soul mate.”

Finn reached one hand out to brush Leo’s jaw. “Do you want that, sunshine?”

Leo closed his eyes again. He felt the heat of their bodies beside him, the softness of their skin. Logan’s nose was pressed to his jaw, obviously impatiently waiting, and Finn’s thumb was tracing soft patterns on his skin. They were handsome, and kind, and good- and Leo was so in love with them.

“Yeah,” he said. He opened his eyes and caught Finn’s gaze. “I do.”

“Leo,” Logan whispered beside him. He nudged at Leo’s cheek, obviously asking. “Leo, je t’aime.”

Leo smiled and turned into him. “I love you.” And then Logan was kissing him.

It was the most gentle kiss Leo had ever received. Logan’s lips were warm and soft, softer than anything Leo had touched, and he kissed like he moved through life: a fierce, focused intensity that burned Leo up from the inside. He started out slow, then peaked with faster, deeper, rougher presses, his hand coming up to grip Leo’s hair, then settled again when Leo rubbed his hip, right over the soul mark. Logan fell against his chest a little. When Leo pulled away, Logan let himself go completely, his head resting on Leo’s shoulder, eyes closed. He looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Finn was looking them both up and down. His pupils were a little blown. When he caught Leo watching, he smiled. “I would like to record that and put it on a loop to watch forever, please and thank you.”

Leo laughed a little, felt Logan do the same, before he slouched back against the wall. Logan was gripping the fabric of his Lions sweatshirt lightly in between his fingers. They both looked at Finn softly as he got himself onto his knees and leaned forward with a smile.

“I love you,” Finn whispered. 

Leo could count each one of his freckles. “I love you, too.”

Finn kissed like he moved through life, too, but it was different than Logan. Finn was motivated by a goal, directing Leo into exactly what he wanted, somehow. He gripped Leo’s jaw gently and firmly at the same time, Leo helpless to do anything but accept what he was given. Leo sighed heavily. Finn kissed him deeper still, and Logan began to kiss up Leo’s neck and jaw. Leo whined, pulling back to catch his breath. “Fuck.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Maybe later.”

Leo laughed and rested his head against the wall behind him. “No, our first time will not be in a hotel. I still smell like chlorine.”

Finn let out a huff through his nose. “Then when will it be? I've gotta mark my calendar, clear my schedule.”

Leo bit his lip around a grin. “In your bed. If you want.”

Finn sucked in a breath. His ears were bright red, and Logan reached up to thumb the shell of one. “Oh, I so want.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He pulled Finn down into a kiss. Leo loved how they looked together. “But now we sleep.”

“Where?” Leo asked.

Logan hummed. “My bed. It's the closest to the door.”

Leo snorted. “Not by much, sweetheart.”

Logan just sighed happily again and snuggled further into Leo’s body. Leo kissed the top of his head. Finn was looking at them both fondly.

“So,” he said. “Does this mean we’re in love? We’re doing this?”

Leo smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re doing this.”

Finn’s expression was nothing short of elated. “Fuck yes.” He leaned down to kiss them both hard. “Best day ever.”

Leo and Logan both laughed. Leo held out a hand. “Help us up, O’Hara.”

Finn grasped onto each of their hands, pulling them from the floor and towards him. When they stood, Leo tried to walk down the hallway, but Finn tugged him back. “Wait.” His eyes, when they met Leo's, were serious. “I just want you to know how much we want this, Le. You aren't some- some ‘third’ in a relationship already involving the two of us. You're not a second choice.”

Logan nodded, stepping into Leo's space. “Ouais, mon coeur. We're equal- all of us, or nothing.”

Leo took them both in for a second. Finn, with his gentleness and his heart on his sleeve; Logan, with his firm, yet loving, touches and the obvious desire and want that was constantly simmering under his skin. They were looking at Leo like he was everything. Leo didn't know what to do with that quite yet, but he figured telling them how he felt was as good a start as any.

“I want you, too,” he said. He cleared his throat. “When I- when I said I was letting you go, it wasn't because I didn't love you. Or because I didn't want you. I just… I thought loving you would cause you more pain when you were obviously already hurting for each other.”

Logan shook his head firmly. “Non.” He leaned up and kissed Leo. “Non, we love each other because we love you.”

Finn nodded, kissing the back of Leo's hand. “You helped us find you and each other, baby. No take backs, okay?”

Leo nodded, smiling with a blush. “Okay.” He stepped forward a bit to bring them closer together. Logan rested his head on Leo's collarbone, and Leo touched his and Finn's temples together. “Let's go to bed.”

Finn nodded. “Mhm. Sleepy time.” He kissed Leo quickly, then ducked to kiss Logan's cheek. “But mark your calendars. My mattress, as soon as that plane lands tomorrow.” 

Leo laughed, and Logan made a happy sound into the fabric of his sweatshirt. “Sure thing Harz,” Leo said. “I'll rearrange my schedule.”

“You fucking better. C'mon, let's go.”

They walked back to the room, Finn holding each of their hands tightly even in the stairwell, which was a little logistically difficult, but they managed. They each took turns showering to get the chlorine off, Finn swiping Logan's toothbrush with a smirk. Logan just rolled his eyes and kissed him. 

Leo came back from his shower to find them both huddled in Logan's hotel bed. Logan still had Leo's sweatshirt on with the hood pulled up, his hair fluffing out in the front as he laughed at something Finn said. Finn was straddling Logan's thighs and talking about something- what, Leo didn't know. Finn talked a lot.

When they heard him come through the doorway, they both looked at him and smiled widely. Finn swung his leg over Logan's hips to settle on the bed. He patted the space in between them. “C'mere, sunshine baby.”

Leo knelt on the end of the mattress and crawled to them. “Is that my new name?”

Finn nodded excitedly. “Among others. I'm workshopping a few. How do you feel about lovernut?”

Leo laughed as he settled onto his back. “Whatever you want, honey.”

Finn smiled at the pet name and leaned in to press kisses to Leo's cheeks. “You're so sweet.”

“Oui,” Logan agreed. He grunted and rolled over to flop on top of Leo with a content sigh. 

Finn tapped his butt hard. “I knew you'd be a koala, you youngest-of-four baby.”

Logan just peeked out at him. “Should I not?”

“No,” Leo said. He kissed Logan's curls. “Wherever you want to sleep, sweetheart, it's okay.”

Logan bit his lip innocently and continued to roll- right in between the two of them. He pressed his nose into Leo's neck. “Mm, c'est chaud ici.”

Finn scoffed. “I thought Leo was in the middle.”

Logan just reached back for Finn's arm. “Ici, rouge.”

Finn melted a little bit. “Fine. Fine, but we have to take turns, okay? Gotta try out all the positions.”

Leo laughed. He reached across Logan's body to brush Finn's hair out of his face. “You just can't help yourself, can you?”

Finn kissed his palm. “No. I'm telling you, it's all I'm going to be thinking about.” He settled down, throwing an arm and a leg across their bodies. “I love you.”

Leo smiled. “I love you.”

“Sleep.”

Finn bit at Logan's jaw. “Say it back, you grump.”

Leo felt Logan's smile against the skin of his neck. Logan kissed his soul mark. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Being the experienced chef he is, do you think when leo accidentally burns himself he just barley feels it anymore because today my mother was cooking and fully just touched the pan to see if it was hot enough. Said “ouch. Yup it’s ready.” And proceeded and it made me think of our sunshine🥲🥲.

I am a restaurant worker, so I DEFINITELY relate to Leo. My fingers are so used to touching hot things, just like Leo. It's an acquired skill. Although, Finn and Logan would say that LEO is hot and they touch him, so ayo, I guess they have mad skills, too (shrugs).

Enjoy Chef Knut and his concerned, smitten side kicks/food critics! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

P.S. I am almost done writing all the prompts I've been sent so feel free to send more my way!!

“Baby?” Finn called from their bedroom.

“Yeah?”

“You need any help in there?”

“Nope! You go get Lo, I'll be fine!”

Leo hummed to himself and stirred the pot where the stew was cooking. Lamb, potatoes, leeks, onions, carrots, spices- the smell wafted through the air as he opened the lid to check on it. Satisfied, he grabbed a towel to protect his hands and placed the Dutch oven in the oven. A gasp sounded behind him.

“Baby, careful!”

Leo furrowed his eyebrows at Finn, who was now standing on the other side of the counter in checkered pants and a sweater, eyes wide behind his glasses. Leo knocked the oven door closed with his hip. “What, sweetheart? I'm fine.”

Finn shook his head and came around to join Leo. “Your hands, Le. You're gonna burn them, baby.”

Leo looked at him in confusion as Finn played with his fingers. “No, it's not hot. I’m okay, I used a towel.”

Finn scoffed. “Yeah, a towel. That's thinner than oven mitts.” He brought Leo's hands up to kiss them hard, then looked with pleading eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” He brushed a curl out of Leo's eyes. “I love these hands too much.”

Leo just smiled softly at him. “You're sweet.” He squeezed Finn's fingers and leaned in for a kiss. “But I'm okay, I promise. I don't notice it, sweetheart, I'm used to it.”

Finn narrowed his eyes skeptically but huffed, kissing Leo hard on the mouth. “I'm going to pick up baby from the Rangers hotel.” He kissed Leo's cheek and went to grab his shoes. “Be careful please. No burnt boyfriends- room temperature only.”

Leo laughed and turned back to the counter, where he was working on shaping some bread dough. “I'll try my best, sweetheart. Love you.”

“Love you!” Finn called, then he was out the door.

Leo sighed happily, then went back to his bread.

***

An hour later, the front door opened and Finn and Logan came in with a flurry of laughter and chatter. Finn had Logan's bag in one hand and Logan's own hand In his other, and they both stopped suddenly when they saw Leo, who was back to stirring the stew on the stove as it warmed up again. His bread was staying warm in the oven, ready to come out any minute, and he'd set their counter with plates, utensils, and a few candles. Logan roved his eyes over it with a pleased smile, then unlaced his fingers with Finn's to go to Leo.

“Salut,” he said contentedly, wrapping his arms around Leo's neck and drawing him into a kiss.

“Hi, honey,” Leo replied happily. Logan was kissing him in hard, happy draws of his lips, and he held him there for a moment. When they pulled away, Logan buried his face in Leo's chest, and Leo chuckled. “How are you?”

“Bien,” Logan sighed. “I'm so good.” He pulled away and reached up to scratch at Leo's scalp. “What are you making?”

“Stew and bread, honey. It's done cooking, just reheating the stew and keeping the bread warm in the oven.” He gave Logan another quick kiss and turned to the pot. “Wash your hands, sweethearts, and I'll plate it up.”

While they washed their hands, Leo took the lid off the pot and grabbed their bowls to be filled with soup. He dipped a finger in to test the temperature, hummed satisfactorily, then handed the bowls to each of his boys. 

“Looks good, Le,” Finn said.

“Nice and hot, honey, so be careful.”

“Merci, mon amour,” Logan said. He kissed Leo's shoulder as he passed. “Need any help?”

Leo shook his head and kissed Logan's temple. “No, I'll be fine. Just going to cut up the bread.”

He shooed them off to sit at the counter, then opened the oven to take out the loaves. They were warm and had a nice crust, and steamed as he cut into them. He examined the crumb and nodded in approval, slicing some more to place in the basket he had ready with honey butter. He was almost done, ready to sit and eat, when a noise sounded from behind him.

“Leo, fais attention,” Logan said earnestly. “You're going to burn yourself, chérie.

Finn's fork clattered against his plate. “That's what I said!”

Leo laughed and placed the basket in front of them. “Honestly, boys, I don't feel it. It's not that hot.”

Finn narrowed his eyes and reached for a piece of bread, flinching when his fingers made contact. “Ouch!” he gasped, sucking his finger into his mouth. “Le, that's hot, you're crazy.”

“Ouais, and you dipped your finger in the stew to test it, and it's hot, too,” Logan pointed out. “You're going to hurt yourself.”

Leo smiled at them and rolled his eyes playfully. “If you two spent as much time in the kitchen as I do, then you might build up a tolerance to pain as well.” He sighed and walked around the counter, settling on a stool on the other side of Logan. They were both watching him closely. “Besides, I'd rather have hot food and wait for it to cool than have cold food. That's what my mama always said.” He took a spoonful of stew and popped it into his mouth. “Hey, this is good.”

“Ouais, but it's hot,” Logan said. 

Leo winked at him. “You’re hot.”

Finn guffawed out a laugh. “He's got a point.” He leaned over and bit Logan's shoulder. “You're hot, and we eat you. Very tasty.”

Logan raised his eyebrows, but Leo could see the blush dusting his cheeks. “You're so weird.” He kissed each of their cheeks. “I love you.”

“Love you,” Leo replied. He felt floaty. “Now, c'mon, eat while it's still hot.” He grinned mischievously at Finn. “Then we can eat Logan.”

Leo laughed at their sudden eagerness to finish their stew and reached for a piece of bread. They both burned their tongues, humming in appreciation anyways, but Leo didn't care if it was the worst stew they'd ever had, or a Michelin star dish. They ate it up eagerly and he watched them with his chin in his palm. He was as warm as the supper in front of them and basked in the sunshine. 

Yes, Leo decided, scooping his last spoonful. It was a good stew.

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.

Concussion Finn makes me 😭 would love to read some Harvard era concussion angst if you feel so inclined, love your writing!

As someone who has had multiple concussions, I really do feel for Finn. Poor baby Bambi!

I don't think I have it in me to write pure angst. HOWEVER, I made a compromise. Have some Harvard-era concussion angst with a healthy helping of LeLo softness and Finn being a silly, sleep-talking concussed goose.

All credits to @lumosinlove

“Ayo, Tremz! Why don’t you bring some of this up to Bambi? He’s probably hungry, and he hasn’t been downstairs all day.”

Logan looked up from his own taco to see Percy holding up a plate with three of them on it, laden with pico and guacamole and cheese, just the way Finn liked it. He was holding it out expectantly, and Logan furrowed his eyebrows. “Quoi? Why me?”

Percy rolled his eyes. “Because you’re the only one who actually gets any information out of him or anything. He’s been faking it or something for the rest of us, I don’t know.” His eyes glanced to Will, who was hovering nearby with a plate of his own. “Would you- would you mind just checking on him?”

Logan nodded and finished off his last taco with a large bite. “Ouais,” he said. He took the plate from Percy. “Merci, Perce.”

Percy nodded. Will’s eyes looked between them in that gentle, careful way that they did. He and Percy shared a look before Will took a deep breath and turned to Logan. “Tell him we said hi, okay? We’re a little worried.”

Logan sighed. “Ouais, me too.” He turned towards the stairs. “I’ll be right back.”

He tried to control his breathing as he ascended, the plate shaking slightly in his hands. It wasn’t good, he thought, that every time he entered their room it felt like he would crawl out of his skin. It hurt looking across at Finn’s back in the dim light, all hunched in on himself. In the months he’d known him, Finn was never quiet. He was loud and bubbly, friendly to a fault, and now… now he looked defeated, Logan thought. And even worse, in the midst of the overwhelming emotions surfacing, Logan hadn’t been able to resist him. He’d spent too much time in Finn’s bed, holding him, reassuring him- too much time, even for best friends. And Finn was his best friend, but he was also- everything. Finn was everything, and Logan didn’t know what to do about that.

He knocked quietly on their bedroom door on the second landing, and upon not hearing an answer, gently opened it. The blackout curtains were drawn, and Finn was in his bed, eyes closed, and earplugs in his ears. Logan had seen teammates with concussions, had been there when his older sister, Sydney, had gotten one when she was in high school, but this- this was bad. It had only been a few days since their game against Yale, but it was really, really bad. Finn slept most of the time and any little light or noise drained him. Logan could see that, even in the peacefulness of their bedroom, the tendons in his neck were straining. There was still a rumbling sound of the music coming from their team dinner downstairs, and Logan hoped that Finn couldn’t hear it.

Logan took a deep breath, and crossed the room. He set the plate down on the table beside Finn’s bed and placed a hand gently on his back. “Harzy,” he whispered. “Harzy, wake up. Percy made you food.” Finn shifted, but he didn’t wake up. Logan tried again. “Harz. Fish, Finn.” His voice was a little bit firmer, a little bit more desperate. “I’ve brought you dinner.”

Finn rolled slightly and his eyes, warm brown and tired, opened slowly. “Lo.”

Logan smiled. “How are you? I have tacos.” Finn just made a grunting noise and closed his eyes once again. Logan knelt down and pushed his hair back from his forehead. He was warm. “Shit, Fish. What’s wrong?”

“Lo,” Finn whispered. It was high pitched and sad, and he looked like he was going to cry. “Lo, it hurts.”

“What hurts?” Logan asked hurriedly. “Finn, what hurts?”

“My head,” Finn replied. He was breathing a little sharply and in tearful huffs. “Logan, the bass, it really hurts, and I miss everyone, and-”

“Sh, sh, it’s okay,” Logan hushed. He stood up. “I’ll go tell them to turn it down, it’s okay-”

“No,” Finn protested. He reached out his hand to grab at Logan’s wrist. “No, stay.”

“Finn, you’re hurting, it’s gonna-”

“Please.” Finn’s voice was going to break Logan, and he couldn’t look away. “Stay, please you-” His eyelids fluttered and he squeezed Logan’s wrist. “You make it better.”

Logan felt all his resolve fade out. “Okay. Okay, but you have to put on my noise cancelling headphones over your earplugs, oui?”

Finn nodded. “Okay.”

Logan reached for them where they were lying on his bed and helped adjust the pillows so Finn could sit up. He bent down to put them on Finn’s head, and let himself run a hand down the back of Finn’s hair as he pulled away. “C’est bien?” he asked, looking at Finn’s face so he could read his lips.

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, stay.”

“Finn, I really don’t-”

But Finn didn’t hear, or wasn’t listening, or both. He moved over in his bed and patted beside him. Logan sighed and climbed in, pulling the covers over both of their bodies. He adjusted himself so Finn could lean back against his chest. Finn settled against him and Logan ducked to press his nose gently into his hair. He wondered if Finn could feel how hard his heart was beating in his chest. Logan could only hope that none of the boys would knock on the door- he hardly knew what to do with himself, let alone what to tell them.

Logan lifted one of the headphones off and away from Finn’s ear. “Fish?”

“Mm.”

“Ten minutes, then you need to eat, d’accord? And I’ll ask them to turn off the music.”

“Twenty.”

“Non, Harz, you’ll feel even-”

“Fifteen.” Finn let out a deep breath. “Just- just stay, for fifteen minutes. Please?”

Logan sighed. He leaned his head back against the wall in defeat. “Ouais,” he whispered. “Ouais.”

Fifteen minutes later, as Logan scooted out from behind Finn and handed him his plate of tacos, he didn’t have the heart to look back and see Finn’s eyes watching him. He opened the door once again, and went down to ask Percy to turn down the music

***

Logan woke up in the early morning light with a view of Finn’s face across from his. He was sleeping peacefully, turned into Leo’s right side, with his sling holding his arm protectively. Above him, Leo was slightly propped up against the pillows, his perfect cupid’s bow lips parted slightly with his breathing. He had one arm gently around Finn’s waist and the other around Logan’s shoulders, pulling them close to him. Logan was surprised that none of them had moved during sleep.

It was strange, not waking up in the middle. Normally, Logan preferred to wake up surrounded: Leo all along his back with his arms tightly around his waist, Finn tucking him under his chin. But he also really did like to wake up and look at both of his boys at the same time, all peaceful and soft, unsuspecting of his loving gaze. He glanced up at Leo; their talk the night before had resolved their issues and eased Logan’s anxiety, but he still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. His and Finn’s conversation from the previous afternoon ran through his mind.

I maybe got a little protective… that first night.

From Leo?

Logan took a shaky breath and turned his nose into Leo’s chest. As if sensing he was awake, Leo stirred slightly. His eyes, when they opened, were a gorgeous, bright blue. They’d always been striking to Logan, from the day they’d met all those months ago. Even now they still managed to take Logan’s breath away in a second, and he’d do anything to keep Leo looking at him in that gentle, careful way he did. They saw right through him, every thought on his face on intimate display. He almost couldn’t bear it, and propped himself up on an elbow to lean over and kiss Leo carefully. When they pulled away, Logan touched their heads together softly. “Je t’aime. Je t’aime, I love you more than anything.”

Leo smiled against his mouth. “I love you. Hi.”

“Salut,” Logan whispered, then kissed him again. He settled his face into Leo’s neck. “Missed you.”

“I miss you always, sweetheart,” Leo replied. The words made Logan’s heart tug gently. Leo pressed a kiss to his hair and rested his head on top of Logan’s. “How’s our boy?”

Logan turned his head to lay against Leo’s shoulder so he could look down at Finn, who was still sleeping against Leo’s chest. “C’est bien. I think. Didn’t hear him talking any more.”

That made Leo laugh softly. “No, neither did I. That was really funny, though.”

Leo sounded so happy and content and looked so beautiful that Logan had to turn and kiss him some more. They stayed like that for a while, Leo holding him tightly around his shoulders, their mouths pressing together softly, until a small gasp made Logan look down.

“Whoa,” Finn said. His voice was groggy with sleep, but his eyes were bright as he watched them. He smiled. “Nice.”

Leo’s nose scrunched around his grin. “How are the boats, honey? Did you make it before they left the harbor?”

Logan laughed at Finn’s confused look. “Huh?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He scooted down to lay his head beside Finn’s and kiss his cheek. “Did they take your money?”

“Uh,” Finn started. “I- I don’t know? What are you talking about?”

Leo ran a palm up and down Logan’s side. “You don’t even stop talking when your sleepy and concussed. That has to be a super power.”

Finn blinked hard. “Did I talk in my sleep?”

“Uh huh,” Leo answered. “Something about boats and money.”

“I- I don’t even know what to say about that,” Finn said. He shifted closer to Logan. “I’m just happy both of my boys are back with me.”

Logan reached over to brush his hair off of his forehead. “Ouais. Ouais, me, too.”

Finn looked at him carefully with his tired eyes. “Did you talk?”

Logan nodded. He pushed his face further into Leo’s chest and felt Leo drop a kiss onto his forehead. “Ouais. We did.” He pressed his mouth against Leo’s ribs through his shirt. “C’est bien.”

“Good,” Finn whispered. “That’s good.” His eyes were droopy, and he yawned. “Stay. Stay for fifteen minutes.”

“Twenty.”

Logan and Finn both turned their heads to look up at the sound of Leo’s voice. Logan felt his mouth part into a smile, and saw Finn’s do the same. He remembered, then.

Leo for his part, looked confused. “What?”

“Nothing,” Logan said. He tilted his head up for a kiss and snuggled back down next to Finn, their heads sharing Leo's chest as a pillow. He tangled his legs with Leo’s and let out a long sigh. “Twenty minutes sounds perfect."

hiii!!

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

thank you!! 💕 (sorry i’m heartless)

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

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

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

Credits to @lumosinlove

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

“Ouais, soleil.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

“But home is right here.” 

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

“I don’t want to leave you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise.”

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

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

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

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

Leo laughed. “Ouais, he is.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ouais.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Two weeks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

The response was almost immediate. Yeah.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ouais.”

“Did you get ready for bed?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that Lo?”

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

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

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

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

Leo’s cheeks reddened. “No.”

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

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

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

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

“Nom nom nom.” 

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

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

“You still got Charlie?”

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

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

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

Leo sighed. “Tired. Awake. You know.”

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

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

“Mm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

Logan smiled and hit the video call icon once again.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE all your prompts! Please keep sending them, and I will do my best to get to them when I can. I feel honored to be the voice you trust with your thoughts and ideas. :)

This was something I wrote ages ago, so I figured I'd post it. It also happens to have some of my favorite dialogue of the boys that I've ever written.

TW for discussion of nefarious activities. Nobody actually participates in them, but there is a healthy discussion about them, which should ALWAYS be happening in relationships where nefarious activities are participated in, regardless of how long the people have been together.

All credits to @lumosinlove

The world was full of people that loved Logan Tremblay. Finn and Leo included. Finn and Leo especially, in Finn’s expert opinion. But that did not mean other people didn’t, particularly fans.

Like the ones by the glass that were being shown on the jumbotron. 

A group of what looked like young adults were standing there with signs, saying things like Hey, hot (head) Tremblay, can I get a puck?; #71, nice lettuce! Can I have your haircare routine?; and Finn’s personal favorite: Remember me? Harvard Halloween party 2016?

Maybe, Finn thought, squinting at the screen, a few too many people loved Logan Tremblay.

The boy holding the final sign had wavy red hair and blue eyes, and looked strong underneath his Rangers jersey. It confused Finn slightly- Logan had never mentioned picking up boys in college before, and Finn was one-hundred percent sure it had never happened. Mostly.

Logan would’ve told him. Right?

He nudged Leo, who was sat beside him in the players box. The Lions had gotten knocked out in the previous round, and Finn had taken some personal days off from school so they could both come and support Logan as he and the Rangers made (another) run for the Cup. Alex had retired at the end of last season when they had made it to the Stanley Cups Finals and won, going out on a high. It had been a tough and physical 7-game series, with both him and Logan walking away with cuts all over their hands and cheeks, but a silver trophy nonetheless. 

Honestly, it was almost annoying how often they made it deep into the playoffs. Finn, two years into his retirement and in his first year of teaching, still couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

Leo turned to him, ginger ale can raised to his mouth. He swallowed. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Finn nudged his chin. “Look at the folks on the jumbotron.” 

Leo did, squinted to read, then grinned a little amusedly. “You jealous?”

Finn scoffed. “No.” He paused. “A little. I don’t know, I’m mostly confused.” He took Leo’s hand, stroking his wedding band and engagement ring. “He just- he never mentioned hooking up with any boys in college. In the year we were apart.”

Leo’s brow furrowed. “Okay. But does it matter?”

Finn shook his head hard. “No. God, of course not, not in that way. It’s just-” He sucked through his teeth. “He was so afraid of not being- straight. He couldn’t even break those walls down for me then, and…” He rolled his eyes. “This is stupid.”

Leo reach up to brush his cheek. “No, it’s not stupid. Tell me.”

Finn played with Leo’s fingers, looking down. “He couldn’t break those walls down for me, even though he loved me. I just don’t understand how he could-” He paused, breath hitching, then moved his eyes upward. Leo was staring at him in his careful way, listening. He was so good at listening. “I just don’t understand how he could break those walls down for somebody else, for another guy, if he couldn’t do it for me.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Leo whispered. “Maybe…” Leo paused, obviously considering his next words carefully. Finn nudged him. “Maybe he did it with them because he didn’t have to break down walls for them. If it was just one time.” He put his pointer finger under Finn’s chin to kiss him. “He loved you so much. Loves you so much. So do I. Sometimes those feelings are so overwhelming- those walls he had for you might not have been about sex, sweetheart.” Leo took a deep breath. “I think- I think they were beyond that. Logan’s love transcends sex, Fish, and I think that was the problem at the time.” He shrugged. “Plus, that person kind of looks like you, yeah? Might’ve just reminded him of you.”

Finn looked down at the guy, who was no longer on the jumbotron but still close to the ice. He saw the lean set of his waist, his broad back. His red hair, his blue eyes. He looked at Leo. “Kind of looks like you, too. The eyes. His build.”

Leo smiled. “Well- Logan was just looking for both of us, then.”

Finn kissed him. “I love you, Le.”

“Love you, too, honey. Lo, too.”

They both turned back to the ice, where the Rangers and Bruins were still doing their warm-ups. Logan had skated over to the group of people, tilting his head in a way that Finn knew meant he was confused. He was reading the sign and then briefly talked to the guy. The guy replied to him, looking both sheepish and excited, then they were both laughing. Logan reached down for a puck, sharpie in hand, signed it and tossed it over the boards. They exchanged a few more words, and Logan tapped his fist to the glass with a smile before skating away.

“Well,” Leo said. “They obviously recognize each other. And they seemed friendly. That’s a good thing, I think.”

Finn hummed in agreement, but he was still confused. Leo, sensing his lingering hesitation, cupped his jaw, gentle but firm, and turned to kiss him. When he pulled away, he looked resolute, his eyes loving and determined. 

“Us three, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Forever.”

Finn smiled, relaxing. Leo smiled back. He looked so gorgeous when he smiled that Finn had to kiss him again. “Yeah, baby. Forever and ever.” 

He watched the game mostly tucked under Leo’s arm, even when they were standing. Logan played hard, he always did, but the playoffs made him even more determined. He stick-handled deftly, checked hard but clean. His game was efficient and well thought out, and he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head with the way that he kept finding his guys. Finn loved watching him, always had. He loved watching Logan even more with Leo at his side, a warm weight around him. Leo knew how special Logan was, watched him so lovingly. Leo was special. Finn was so lucky.

They pulled out a win in overtime, with an incredible wrist shot from the dot by Zibanejad. Logan had scored two goals in regulation, both assisted by Luke. They weren’t like how Finn and Logan had been when they’d played together, but they were as close as anyone could get, Finn thought. He was glad Logan had someone in his corner like that in New York.

After the game, he and Leo said goodbye to Logan’s family, Thomas, who came with Noelle, and Adelaida, Logan’s sister Sydney’s girlfriend, before heading down to wait outside the locker room. Finn knew he was gripping Leo’s hand and forearm hard, but Leo just turned and placed a kiss on his forehead. They were standing there against the wall for Finn didn’t know how long, his head on Leo’s shoulder with his eyes half-closed. He was suddenly tired, and Leo was soft and warm. Logan would be, too.

Beside them, the locker room door opened and someone took a surprised inhale. “Oh,” Logan said. “Soleil. Rouge.” He stepped in front of them, his smile soft. He glanced at their hands, then at their faces. “Bonjour, mes amours.”

“Hi, honey,” Leo said, reaching with his free arm to pull Logan towards them and into a kiss. “Good game. You played so well.”

“Hm,” Logan said into another kiss. “Merci, mon coeur.” He turned his face up to Finn and smiled. “Finn.”

God, Finn loved the way Logan said his name. “Hi, baby,” he said, smiling and kissing him. “You looked so good out there.” He leaned down to bite at Logan’s jaw. “So good.”

Logan hummed happily, his head against Leo’s chest, eyes pointed down. He was looking at Finn and Leo’s intertwined hands. Finn knew he was still squeezing tightly. “Quoi? Ça va?” He looked up. Busted. “What’s wrong?”

Leo looked at Finn, and then at Logan, whose eyes were flitting between their faces. Eventually, he nodded and bit his lip, placing a hard kiss on each of their foreheads. “Is there a room, Lo? Or do we wanna go home, talk?”

At that, Finn looked up at him. “Home.”

Logan was still worried, but understood. Leo shouldered Logan’s bag with a kiss to his head, and with his now free arms Logan hugged Finn around the waist briefly. Finn wrapped his arms around Logan’s neck, tucking his face into Logan’s hair. He smelled clean, like the showers. Finn could breath in his scent, Leo’s scent, for eternity. After a few seconds, he felt Leo’s hand on his back and pulled away. “Okay,” he said, grabbing Logan’s hand. “Let’s go home.”

Leo drove them to Logan’s apartment, Logan following behind in his Jeep that he’d taken earlier to the arena. Finn played with Leo’s fingers, which were resting on his thigh and rubbing softly. He looked over to Leo’s side profile: his cut jaw, his curls, his careful eyes watching the road. Finn took a deep breath. When his voice came out, it was soft. “Do you think he’ll get mad at me?”

Leo looked at him briefly from the road. “No, sweetheart. No, I don’t think he will get mad.” He brought Finn’s hand to his mouth and kissed over his wedding band and his engagement ring. He had Logan’s on his hand, today, Leo’s around his neck on a chain. “He isn’t going anywhere, Finn. He loves you too much.”

Finn squeezed his hand. “He loves you, too, Le, baby.” He kissed Leo’s knuckles in return. “I love you.”

Leo just smiled. “Love you.”

They pulled up at the same time as Logan, Leo once again grabbing Logan’s bags from the car. Logan grabbed for Finn’s hand, but Finn just wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist and kissed him hard. He smiled, and felt Logan smile back. “Love you, Tremblay.”

Logan giggled in the way he only did for the two of them. “Je t’aime, rouge.”

Finn turned around, then bent down. He looked over his shoulder. “Jump.”

“Quoi?” Logan’s brow was furrowed. 

“Jump,” Finn said again. “I’m being a nice husband. You just played an NHL playoff game. It’s prince-treatment tonight.”

Leo laughed. “Oh, God, that’s going to go to his head now.”

Logan just smiled, all teeth. “Oh man”, he said, mocking Finn’s accent. Finn just stuck his tongue out as Logan jumped onto his back, arms around his neck. “I’m a lucky prince.” He pointed ahead of them. “Onward, mon rouge.”

Finn just fake dropped him, catching him under his thighs as Logan made an ah! sound. Finn blindly smacked at his legs. “I’m not a horse, ten.”

Leo rolled his eyes with a grin. “Let’s go, His Royal Highness and his trusty steed.”

Logan was warm along Finn’s back all the way up to the apartment, pressing kisses along the base of his neck. Leo opened the door for them and patted Logan’s butt as they walked through, earning himself a cheeky grin. Logan wiggled to get down, but Finn gripped his thighs harder, carrying him over to the couch. Realizing what was going to happen, Logan tried again. “Rouge-”

But Finn ignored him, sitting down backwards on the couch, squashing Logan a bit underneath him with a satisfied sigh. “Ah,” he said. “My favorite couch cushion.”

Logan just pinched his side and bit his neck. “Rouge.”

“Ow,” Finn said. “Didn’t know couch cushions bite.”

“Ouais, this one does.” 

Finn let Logan have a little room to scoot upwards and fully sit, then flopped down, his back to Logan’s chest. He laced their hands on his stomach, slumped down a little to accommodate for the height difference. Leo settled down alongside them. 

“Wow,” he said, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Look at you, Tremblay. Finally of service, and not being serviced.”  

Logan rolled his eyes, but reach his hand out. “Ici, soleil.”

Leo complied, snuggling up along their sides, one arm along the back of the couch and the other on Finn’s side. He threw his left leg over Finn’s, settling down. “I take back what I just said.”

Logan just smiled and kissed him contentedly. Finn settled his head back on Logan’s left shoulder and slouched down further so he could lean and watch the both of them. Gorgeous. Both of them were so gorgeous.

Leo pulled away first, giving Logan one last peck before turning his eyes to Finn’s. He somehow always knew what they were thinking, everything on their faces written out plainly for him. Logan, upon seeing Leo’s gaze, turned to look down, too. He furrowed his brow. “Rouge?” He lifted Finn more firmly to his chest. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Finn could feel himself panicking a little, breathing heavy. Leo just squeezed his thigh, nudging his chin in a go on gesture. Finn took a deep breath, looking down at his and Logan’s hands laced across his stomach. He played with Logan’s rings briefly, collecting his thoughts.

“When you were warming up,” he started. “I saw- there was this guy. With his friends, and they had signs. And you went to talk to him, and the guy…” He took a shaky breath in, pressing harder back into Logan’s solid chest. Logan held him tighter. “His sign said something about- Harvard? And sex? Or- insinuating sex… with you.” He could feel Logan’s sudden intake of breath and turned his head to look into his eyes. “Not that that’s bad. God, Lo, I’m not gonna judge you for that. I know we-” His eyes were wettening. “We both had… other people when we weren’t at Harvard together. Hell, even when we were. I just-” He stopped, a heavy weight settling in his chest.

“Rouge,” Logan whispered, nudging his cheek with his nose. “Dites-moi. Tell me.”

Finn whimpered slightly, feeling Leo’s hand come up to stroke his neck. He was so grateful for their touch, for their strength, in moments like this. “I didn’t know you had slept with another man,” he said. “And I… oh God, this is awful.”

He had really started crying then, and Logan made a panicked sound. He started grabbing for Finn to turn him around, but Finn was so stiff that Leo had to stand up and help him. Together, they moved Finn so he was straddling Logan’s lap, facing his husbands, Logan and Leo’s hands on his hips, steadying him. Logan leaned up to kiss his cheeks wet cheeks.

“Rouge,” Logan whispered, a little frantically. “Rouge, what’s wrong? Mon coeur, mon coeur…”

“Sorry,” Finn got out. Leo shushed him, hand going to the back of his neck and squeezing. “Sorry, sorry, it’s not you. It’s just, what I’m about to say makes me feel really guilty, I’m sorry-”

“Rouge,” Logan said again, nose against Finn’s jaw. “Donne le moi. It’s okay. Give it to me.” 

“Okay, okay,” Finn started, sitting up and away. He wiped his cheeks and looked at his husbands, their eyes patient if not a bit concerned. “What I was going to say is-” He cleared is through. “Is that I- it surprised me to see that, to see the man with the sign because…” Finn took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Because you broke down your walls to have sex with him, and not for me.”

Logan made a noise low in his throat, and looked to Leo. “Quoi?”

Leo brushed Finn’s hair back from his forehead like he sometimes did. “Finn, honey, it’s okay.” He turned to Logan. “It’s okay, it makes sense.” Back to Finn. “Go on, sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” Finn said, swallowing. “Yeah, okay. Lo,” he said, looking into Logan’s eyes. “I was surprised because… because, back then, you were so afraid of being not straight…” He had expected Logan to wince, or look away, but he just nodded, stroking a finger down Finn’s cheek. Finn, boldened, continued on. “And I thought that, if you couldn’t let your walls down to have me, who you… who you loved- how could you let your walls down for him? And it’s not-” He closed his eyes again, guilt creeping in. “It’s not that I’m trying to make it about me in that sense, it’s your body- I just don’t understand I guess. Leo said-” He stopped again, gripping at the hand that Leo offered him. “Leo said that it might’ve been different, because what we had- what we have- that goes beyond sex. It goes beyond everything.” He looked at Logan. “You’re everything.” Looked at Leo. “You’re both everything.” Back to Logan. “I- I’m obviously okay with it, I’m not here to judge. But I just- I think I’m hurt. Not by what you did, but just- a surprised hurt. A reliving-my-sad-days hurt.” He laughed a little self-deprecatingly. “You did a number on me Tremblay.”

Logan whined. “Finn-”

“No, no, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” Finn said. “It’s not important- we figured that out years ago.” He grabbed Leo’s hand, the one with his rings, and held it up alongside his own, flashing his own rings. “Now I’m yours forever, huh? And you get two, Tremblay. You lucky duck.”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh, a little tearily, staring at their hands then Finn’s face. “Ouais. The luckiest.” His smile faded a little. “But, Finn- I know I wasn’t okay back then.”

Finn shook his head. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

Logan gripped his hip harder with one hand, then reached for Leo and Finn’s hands with the other. “Non, non, that’s not what I was going to say.” He played with their rings. “Mais, ouais, not exactly what I was going to say.”

Finn and Leo straightened up, Leo leaning over to kiss the side of Logan’s head. Logan looked to him, and smiled. “Mon soleil.”

“Toujours.”

Logan smiled wider, then looked at Finn. “I never slept with any men. That I knew of.”

Finn jerked back a bit, confused. “What? But the guy-”

Logan shook his head. “Merde, that came out wrong.” He laughed a little. “That was Sam. He was a freshman when I was a senior, played on the women’s rugby team. He still went by Sam back then, so it clicked when he reintroduced himself today, but- he hadn’t come out yet.”

Leo’s eyes widened, then he grinned broadly. “Oh. Oh. Oh, that’s so sweet.”

Finn was still confused. “What? I’m still confused.”

Logan laughed. “He’s trans, Fish.”

Finn’s mouth opened, then he choked out a laugh. “Oh. Oh my God, that makes so much sense.” He pushed his hips down into Logan. “You slept with him- before he came out as a man. So he didn’t- he didn’t know he was a man, then?”

Logan shrugged. “Might’ve known, I’m not sure. It was one time.” His smiled softened. “His partner plays hockey. They were there, too. Had the sign about my hair.” That made Leo laugh, his nose scrunching, and Logan reached his hand out to pinch it lightly. “Tres mignon, mon soleil.” He brought his hand down. “He just wanted to say thanks, I guess. Said it meant a lot to see other… ‘not straight’ players out there.” Logan grinned slyly as he finished his sentence. 

Finn just smiled. “Hey, you said it.”

Logan just kissed him. “I’m not with you because you’re a man, mon rouge,” he said. His eyes had turned soft, firm, and a little desperate. “I’m with you because you’re Finn, because…” His breath hitched, and he brought his temple to rest against Finn’s. “Because you’re mine. Because we are supposed to be together.” He leaned back to look at Leo, brushing a hand to his cheek. “All of us. You’re both mine.” He huffed a breath. “I don’t- I don’t know if I would have knowingly been with another man besides you, mon rouge, but… but I don’t think that’s what matters.” He took both of their hands with their wedding rings and pressed his mouth to them. His breath warmed the metal, and Finn felt like he was going to burst from the love floating around the room. “What matters is that I love you. Vous êtes tous ma vie, mes amours. Vous êtes tous tout.” He looked at each of them in turn, kissed them both lightly. “My life. My everything. And sex with you both, it’s…” He grinned a little sheepishly, his cheeks reddening. “C'est tellement bon. The best. The best because you’re my everything.” 

Leo was a bit teary as he pulled Logan in to kiss him again, then Finn. His lips were soft against Finn’s own, all warmth and sunshine just like the rest of him. “Oh, sweethearts, you are everything.” He sniffled, then grinned a little mischievously. “You know, when I first told my mom we were dating, when I told her it was gonna be a lot- she said that I could’ve said that I was going to marry a sea turtle and she would’ve thrown us a party.” 

That got them all to laugh, Logan’s chest shaking under where Finn’s hands were resting on his pecs. 

“Non, soleil,” Logan said, smile so wide his eyes scrunched. “No sea turtles.” He looked at Finn. “But not bad, eh?”

“I don’t know,” Leo said. “Sometimes you both are more trouble than you’re worth, I think.”

Finn scoffed, reaching his arms out to shove him lightly. “Yeah, right.” He stuck his nose up, crossing his arms. “No more foot rubs for you then, peanut.”

Logan pinched his side, and Leo leaned forward to kiss at his neck. “Alright, baby,” Leo said, exasperated. “You know I love you and all your trouble.”

Finn turned his head, squinting his eyes for a moment before conceding and kissing him. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought.”

“Oh, rouge,” Logan sighed. “You’re just the most trouble.”

Leo snorted. “You’re one to talk, His Royal Highness Prince Tremblay.”

“Non,” Logan retorted, leaning in to kiss Leo deeply, a bit heatedly, if Finn had to say. “Being trouble and demanding are two different things.”

Leo laughed, the sound reverberating across the living room. He settled back into the couch, leaning heavily against their sides. Finn slumped forward and dropped his head into the crook of Logan’s neck. “I’m sorry I freaked you out, Lo, baby,” he said softly.

Logan scratched his back. “Non, it’s okay. It’s good.” He kissed Finn’s head. “Feels good we make a difference, non?”

Finn sat up slightly, turning to look at his two boys. Maybe Logan was right- it didn’t matter that they were all boys. Not in the context of their relationship just existing between them. Finn would love them any way he could have them, he was sure of it. But to the world, to others like them, it did matter. It mattered enough that someone was brave enough to talk to Logan at the game, that kids showed up to the LGBTQ+ hockey camps Leo ran in the summer. It mattered to Finn’s students, when they walked into his classroom and saw a Pride flag, when they saw the wedding pictures on his desk of three men, committed to each other for life because they were in love. So deeply, deeply in love. 

That’s all that mattered, Finn thought. The devotion was important. The commitment, too. But more than anything, the thing that made the difference was the love. All of the beautiful, fulfilling love.“Ouais,” he said in an attempt to mimic Logan’s accent. His husbands smiled down at him, all gorgeous and lovely and his. “Feels good to be in love."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

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

Like right now.

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

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

Leo shook his head. “Oh, no, mama-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo bit his lip. “Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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