Just Anything Fluffy And Domestic Pls I Just Wanna See Our Boys Happy 🥹🥹

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.”

You ever think abt how good Leo’s gaydar was? He really clocked Logan and Finn being in love. At the same time it makes me think abt how after Logan almost kissed him and Finn did kiss him he probably thought they were both just sad and missing each other and was full prepared to back off and be alone and let them have each other :(((( thank GOODNESS that’s not what happened tho

Thank GOODNESS!!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo closed the door to his bedroom behind him, thunking his head back against the wood with a sigh. He swallowed, closing his eyes and trying to control his breathing. His sweater stuck to his neck with a light layer of sweat.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He sucked in a breath and rubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck.”

He didn't know what had gotten into him. God, what was he doing? What was he doing, thinking about them like that? At the way Logan looked late at night on roadies, boxing himself in with blankets and pillows, nose in his sweatshirt and his eyes peeking out like some soft, cozy figment out of Leo's dreams; the way Finn always had a smile for him, rubbing Leo's ankles when they were sore and raving about how much he loved the food Leo cooked for him. And now, Logan almost kissing him- twice- and Finn watching them walk away, hand in June's but his eyes following Logan, and Leo didn't understand. He didn't understand the way that Finn's eyes also followed him, the way Logan's eyes followed the both of them- and he certainly didn't understand why it made him feel so warm, why it made his breath jump and heat pool at the base of his stomach. 

He groaned softly into his skin. He couldn't do this. He couldn't get in the way of whatever Logan and Finn weren't saying to each other. It was written all over their faces, but maybe that was half the problem. Everything was written on their faces for Leo and it drove him crazy. Crazy with frustration or crazy with want, he didn't know. Maybe they were one and the same.

From where he was against the door he could hear footsteps approaching in the hallway, muffled slightly through the wood. Finn’s knock sent vibrations down his back. “Leo? Nutty, you there?”

“Yeah,” Leo replied. He wiped his face one more time and turned to open the door. Finn looked so handsome in his dark blue pants and red sweater, glasses perched on his face. He would never admit it, but Leo thought Finn looked exactly how an English professor should look. That image did nothing to quell the confusing desire swirling around in his heart. 

Finn smiled at him gently. “Hey. You have fun at Dumo’s party?”

Leo tried for a smile back, but he knew it was shaky. “Yeah. Food was good. You? Did June enjoy herself?”

Finn looked taken aback, his smile faltering slightly. “Yeah, uh… yeah, she did, I think.”

“Good,” Leo said, looking down briefly, chewing the inside of his cheek. He couldn't look Finn in the eye. “She's nice.”

Finn’s expression was conflicted. “Yeah, yeah, she is.” He took a step forward. “Le, are you okay?”

Leo jerked his head up. He was going to sink to the floor if Finn continued to talk to him that gently. “Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Are you okay?”

Finn’s nod was hesitant. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. Listen, is-” He winced slightly, biting his lip nervously. “Is Logan okay?”

Leo clenched his jaw. He couldn't think about Logan without thinking of how warm his body had been in the Dumais’ basement. How his breath fanned against Leo’s mouth, how his eyes had closed- how his lips looked, as if waiting for Leo to kiss them. Leo had wanted so badly in that moment that the ache still lingered. But he couldn't say that to Finn.

“Honestly,” Leo said. His voice was strained, even to his own ears. “Honestly, Finn, I don't know. I think- I think he had too much to drink, and he- I think he's a little lonely.” 

Finn made a little broken sound in the back of his throat. “What?”

Leo nodded. “Or he feels- he feels lost.” Leo shrugged. “Maybe you should take him out to lunch over the break. Or invite him here, I can leave for a few hours.”

“No,” Finn said immediately, loud for the quiet room. He cleared his throat and lowered his tone. “No, no he'd want you there. I want you there, Le.”

Le. I want you there, Le. 

Leo was so confused.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “That sounds good.”

“Okay.” Finn took another step towards him. “Do you want a cup of tea, peanut? Before bed?”

Leo shook his head. Finn was close enough that, if Leo wanted to, he could lean in and kiss him. “No. Thank you, but I'm kind of tired.” He forced a chuckle. “Think I ate too much.”

Finn let out a breathy laugh. “Celeste’s cooking will do that to you.” 

He rocked back and forth a few times, then opened his arms to draw Leo into a hug. One hand pressed against the back of Leo’s neck, one underneath Leo’s other arm. Leo leaned into him, allowing himself a brief second to breathe in Finn’s scent and feel the soft fabric of his sweater against his neck. When they pulled away, Finn rested his hands on Leo’s ribs and bicep for a moment.

“I’m really glad you're here, Le,” he said. His eyes were like melted chocolate, so sweet and warm that Leo almost couldn't handle it. “Sleep well, okay?”

“Okay.” He reached behind himself to open his door. “G’night Harz.”

“Sleep tight, peanut.”

When Leo closed the door and sat on his soft mattress, warm lamp light glowing around him, he finally let the first tears fall.

***

“Hey, sweetheart,” Finn said. He put a hand on Leo's back and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. “You need any help?”

Leo shook his head, brow furrowed as he peered through Celeste's spice rack. He'd just had the paprika, now where did he-?

“Le?”

“Hm?”

Finn laughed softly, kneading Leo’s waist gently. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Where is the- ah!” He snatched the glass bottle, shaking it into the two large pots in front of him. “Okay. Okay, now it’s just gotta simmer.” He turned to Finn, who was smiling. “What?”

“Nothing.” Finn nosed his jaw. “You’re just so cute.”

Leo rolled his eyes to the ceiling in amusement as Finn peppered kisses to his jaw and neck. Really, he was just smushing his face into Leo’s skin. His lips were wet, and Leo felt his tongue poke out.

“No!” Leo laughed. He tried to pull away, but Finn just held him closer. “No licking in the kitchen.” Finn bit at his jaw, and Leo felt himself unravel. “Finn.”

Finn finally did pull away, a satisfied grin on his face. “I love you.” He looked at the pots. “Christmas chili almost done?”

Leo nodded, gazing at Finn’s side profile. “Yeah.” 

Finn’s glasses reflected the light of the kitchen, making his eyes look soft and warm behind the frames. He looked so good always, but especially in the winter, with his nice boots and the pants that hugged his thighs just right and his-

Leo unintentionally sucked in a breath. His sweaters. This sweater. The one he wore now, the same one he had worn that night that felt so far away, but really wasn’t. That night that had left Leo yearning for him, for Logan, in an acute way he’d never felt before.

Finn tilted his chin up to look at Leo. “You okay, Le?”

“Yeah, I-” He laughed at himself deprecatingly. “Sorry. You just- you look…”

Finn’s eyes were concerned. “I look…”

Leo sighed. “You remember Dumo’s first Christmas dinner I went to, my rookie season?” 

Finn nodded, hand sneaking under Leo’s waffle shirt to rub his skin. “Yeah.”

Leo sighed. “You were wearing the same sweater.”

“Oh.” Finn turned Leo away from the stove to face him fully. “Le…”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek. “I thought you looked so gorgeous. And then Logan almost kissed me, but he obviously wanted you, and I didn’t understand.” Leo looked him squarely in the eye. “And then at- at home, you asked if he was okay, and I…” Leo touched their foreheads together, breathing deeply with his eyes closed. “I just cared about you both so badly that I couldn’t get in the way of you wanting each other.”

“Oh, sunshine.” Finn pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

Leo pulled back, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. You just…” He looked Finn up and down. “You look like you did back then.” He smiled against the memory. “Except now you’re mine.”

“All yours, baby.” Finn kissed him hard. “But if you ever want to talk about it…”

Leo nodded, their noses brushing. “I’ll tell you. Promise.”

“Okay.” Finn wrapped him in a hug. “If it helps, I wanted you just as badly. And I was also very confused.”

Leo laughed, tucking his nose into Finn’s sweater. “I know you were.”

“Hey,” Finn protested. “I was pining over two very sexy men. I’m allowed to have a crisis over that.”

“You are.” He sighed into Finn’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you so much, baby. So, so much.”

They stayed there for a few moments, swaying in the oddly deserted kitchen. There was laughter coming through the entrance to the living room, the voices of their teammates and their families carrying over the sound of the bubbling chili. Leo let his weight go in Finn’s arms, almost being lulled to sleep- until a heavy body fell against his back.

“Oof,” Finn said, stumbling a bit. “Careful, Tremblay.”

Leo laughed, shifting to open his arm so Logan could press against him. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Hi, sweetheart. You okay?”

Logan’s smile was a little tipsy, his flushed cheeks scrunching. “Ouais.” He buried his face into Leo’s chest, the force of it making Leo stumble again.

“Oh, baby,” Finn said. He winked at Leo over Logan’s head. “Had something to drink?”

Logan grunted into Leo’s shirt. “Wine is so good.”

Finn barked out a laugh, cradling Logan in between them and ducking to kiss his neck. “When’s the last time you ate something?”

Logan shrugged, lifting his face up to look at Leo. “Breakfast?”

Leo whistled lowly. “No food before drinking?” He brushed a thumb over Logan’s slightly-tinted lips. “Honey, how many glasses did you have?”

“Je ne sais pas. Jackson just kept refilling my glass.”

“Oh no,” Finn said. He peppered Logan’s neck with kisses. “Gonna feel it in the morning.”

“Have some water, Lo,” Leo said, turning to reach for the cabinet with the glasses. He didn’t get very far, though, with Logan hanging off of him. He laughed. “Logan.”

“Peanut, don’t leave me!” 

Logan groaned when Leo pulled away to fill it up with water, narrowing his eyes when Leo held it to his lips. He sipped it slowly, draining the whole glass, green eyes challenging. Leo bit his lip around a smile.

When the glass was empty, Logan gasped out a breath. “Happy, soleil?”

Leo set the glass down. “Very.” He cupped Logan’s face. “You need to eat something soon, sweetheart.” 

Logan huffed, reaching up to wind his arms around Leo’s neck and pulling him into a hug. “Fish, ici.”

“I’m right here, ten.”

“Closer.”

“Okay, okay.” Finn pressed harder against Logan’s back. “Geez, you’re demanding when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not.”

Leo snorted into Logan’s hair. “You’re more than halfway there at least, sweetheart.” He kissed Logan’s forehead, then Finn’s where he was resting his chin on Logan’s shoulder. “Love you.”

“Je t’aime,” Logan sighed. He pulled back just enough to catch Leo’s eye. “What are we doing?”

“We’re cooking, sweetheart,” Leo said gently. “And reminiscing.”

“About what?”

Leo and Finn smiled at each other. Leo ducked his chin down to look at Logan again, brushing his hair out of his face. “About how much we want each other.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. He sighed and pressed into Leo’s chest. “Tell me later. I’m too tipsy to talk now.” 

“Yes you are,” Finn agreed. 

“I want you, too,” Logan said. He sounded halfway asleep. “I love you.”

Leo kissed his forehead once more before turning him in Finn’s arms, despite his protests. Finn cooed at him. “Poor baby.”

“Soleil,” Logan whined. “Come back.”

“I gotta finish the chili, honey. I’ll snuggle you at home, don’t worry.”

Logan groaned. “That’s so long away.”

Finn laughed. “I don’t think that was proper English.”

Logan smacked at his hip. “I’ll show you proper English.”

“Lo, baby, that doesn’t even make sense.”

Leo left them to their quiet bickering as he stirred the chili. Their voices warmed him, Logan’s comebacks slightly slurred and nonsensical. He could tell Finn was trying to hold in his laughter as Logan became increasingly opinionated, arguing for the sake of arguing while also burrowing his face into Finn’s neck. Eventually, their chatter subsided, and Logan was back to being sleepily cradled in Finn’s arms. Leo tapped the spoon on the side of one of the pots, deeming the chili sufficiently simmered, and turned to face his boyfriends again. Finn smiled, walking Logan backwards until he fell into Leo’s arms with a grunt. He settled right down again, a content sigh falling from his lips.

“Ready, baby?” Finn asked.

Leo smiled. “Ready.” He kissed Finn briefly, then Logan’s cheek. “Let’s call ‘em in for supper.”

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

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

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

:)

TW: MCD spoilers in Little Women!

Credits to @lumosinlove

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Allez, look.”

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

“Ouais,” Logan sighed happily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo looked smug. “Sure can.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Toujours,” Logan whispered. “Always.”

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

***

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

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

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

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Just love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo’s eyes were surprised. “Hm?”

“You wanna sleep together?”

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

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

***

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

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

“And don't roll your eyes at me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo snorted. “Don't I know it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo laughed. “No you're not.”

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

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

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 all my asks are leo centric I’m sorry 🥲🥲 I JUST LOVE HIM! Anyway I’ve always been fascinated with the gray streak in Leo’s hair and the scar on his head if you think you can write anything about that!

No apologies necessary. Leo Knut deserves to be loved like that! O'Hara and Tremblay are the presidents of the Sunshine Fan Club after all.

Have some contemplative Dad Wyatt, some snarky Eloise, and (as usual) some Leo-obsessed FinnLo!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo was an active 5-year-old. In many ways, Wyatt was grateful for that. He was always willing to go for a swim, a walk with Eloise, skating at the rink, basketball in the park. He was an easy-going kid, too; he wasn’t fussy, was very polite, friendly and a bit shy. All in all, Wyatt counted himself lucky to have such a wonderful son, such a wonderful wife, such a wonderful life.

This day, however, was testing his patience. 

“Leo, honey,” Eloise was saying, a bit exapserated. She had driven them out to a cove on their motorboat and was sat on the high stool near the wheel. “Please be careful near the windshield, I don’t want you to hit your head.”

Wyatt could tell Leo was also exasperated, but he nodded anyways. “Yes, mama.”

She leaned down to frame his head with her hands and kissed his blonde curls. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“But it’s easier to grip there if I move the ladder!”

Eloise sighed and looked over at Wyatt. “Then have your daddy and I help you on further down the side, okay? Please? Just until you’re older and your arms are longer.”

Leo bit his lip. Even as a young boy, Leo was very careful with his words, just like his father. Wyatt smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. 

“Okay,” Leo said. “I’m sorry, mama.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” she replied gently. “Why don’t you hop back in, huh? Then we’ll go back home. Daddy’s going to grill some steak.”

Wyatt sat up. “You wanna help me bud? I’ll teach you how to use the grill. We can make the steak sauce together, too.”

Leo nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah!” He scurried to the ledge, stood with one foot up, and yelled as he jumped off into the water. 

Eloise laughed and came to sit on Wyatt’s lap in the shade of the canopy. “You know, we’ll make a chef out of him, yet.”

Wyatt rubbed a hand up and down her thigh. “Or an athlete. He’s got enough energy for an entire army.”

“Eats enough for one, too, my Lord.” Eloise blew out air through her cheeks. “He’s going to cost us a fortune in food when he’s older.”

Wyatt just took her cheek in his hands. “Hey,” he said. She turned and smiled at him, leaning in for a kiss. “We did good.”

“Yes.” Eloise’s teeth were white against her tan skin, her blonde curls, exactly like their son's, bobbing as she nodded. “We did.” She pressed their foreheads together. “He’s a very special boy, our Leo.”

Before Wyatt could agree, Leo was calling out for them.

“Mama, daddy! There is this huge plant that’s growing from the bottom, come-” 

There was a clunk, and a cry, and then Eloise was looking up abruptly and pulling out of Wyatt’s arms, rushing over to where Leo was lying on the floor of the boat. There was blood, stark on the white paint of the material, and Leo was curled up and whimpering. Eloise jerked her head to Wyatt. “Get me the First Aid Kit! We gotta go back to shore.” She hushed Leo gently, elevating his head in her arms while Wyatt scrambled for their emergency bag. “Sh, sh, baby it’s okay. Mama’s got you, sweetheart, you’ll be just fine.” She placed a kiss right beside the cut just as Wyatt kneeled down beside them. “The gauze please, Wy.”

Wyatt didn’t know how his wife was so calm, cool, and collected while he was inwardly freaking out. His hands shook as he opened the case, pulling out a roll of the white fabric and handing it to his wife. She thanked him, holding Leo in the crook of her elbow with one arm to press the material to her son’s head. When Wyatt still didn’t move, she turned to him. 

“Wyatt, to the shore. If we need to go to the hospital, we need to be on land.”

Wyatt scrambled up. “Right. Right, okay.” He took the key from the seat and turned on the motor, muttering to himself. “Right, the shore. The land, then the hospital.”

And with Leo’s whimpers as their background music, he turned them towards the boat launch.

***

“When did it start going gray like this, Le?”

Leo looked up at Finn and then to his father with questioning eyes. “I don’t know. Dad?”

Wyatt walked over to find Leo and his boys sat on the couch in their living room, where Eloise had once again brought out a photo album for them to peruse. The particular photo they were looking at was Leo in the hospital after he’d banged his head. He’d gotten a few staples, the scar not incredibly visible now due to the sheer quantity of hair he had, and the photo showed him with a bandage wrapped around his head and smiling with a lollipop in his mouth. Eloise was sat beside him, laughing, and stroking his hair back from his face. 

“I don’t know,” Wyatt answered. “Not for a couple of weeks.” He chuckled softly. “I remember when you first noticed it. You got really freaked out that you’d been possessed or something.”

Leo rolled his eyes and blushed when Finn laughed. “Did a New Orleans monster of the deep possess you, baby?”

Wyatt smiled fondly. “Let’s just say he had an active imagination.”

Logan reached up to play with the gray strands. Wyatt couldn’t count the number of times he had done the exact same thing during Leo’s childhood. It jolted his heart, still, to see someone newer doing that to Leo. Finn and Logan were gentle with him in a way not many other people were. Mostly, people tended to look over Leo, or used his sweet disposition to their advantage- Wyatt didn’t know all of the details of his high school relationship, but he knew that Leo was treated unfairly. He and Eloise had noticed him retreating in on himself, and they were slightly worried when he’d gone off to the NHL, alone and newly out to them. But then he’d call them and talk about his roommates, at home and on the road, smiling and laughing and with a twinkle in his eyes that had Eloise and Wyatt exchanging knowing looks. It hadn’t been the plan, their Leo dating two of his teammates, but though it was a surprise, it was also a joyful revelation. He smiled more easily now, laughed harder than he ever had anywhere else, except for maybe in their home. And he was obviously in love and committed for the long haul. Wyatt remembered that exact feeling when he’d brought Eloise home for the first time to his parents. They were out in the country, a typical Cajun household, and were overjoyed that Eloise wanted to know them, to cook with them, to speak French with them. He remembered feeling so in love the first time she’d gone fishing with him and his father, prepared crab with his mother and older brother. He felt proud of Leo for finding that love, even if it was in an unlikely place.

“I think it suits you, soleil,” Logan said, interrupting Wyatt’s musings. “It’s like a ray of sunshine.”

“Yeah!” Finn agreed. “Sunshine for our sunshine.”

Leo was blushing really hard now. “Guys stop that.”

“Don’t you dare,” came Eloise’s voice. She came in from the kitchen with a plate of butterscotch cookies, and Logan’s eyes widened in excitement as she set the it down. She took Leo’s head in her hands, just as she had the day he’d fallen on the boat, and every day before that, and every day since, and kissed him hard where the gray streaks grew from his temple. “Don’t you let them stop, you hear me, sweetheart?” She patted his head. “And please still be careful near the windshield.”

“Mama, I’m six foot three, I can get on the boat now.”

Eloise smiled mischievously. “Well, then make sure Logan is careful near the windshield.”

Logan choked slightly on the cookie in his mouth as Finn burst out into laughter, his entire body shaking. “Oh man, Eloise. You should hang out in the locker room more often, the boys would get a kick out of you.” He reached across Leo’s body to scuff Logan’s head. “Way to take him down a notch.”

That made Leo laugh and turn to look delightedly at Logan. “That’s what Kasey said to me the first time I made fun of your height in the locker room.”

Logan rolled his eyes so hard Wyatt thought they might permanently stay back in his skull. “Va te faire.”

“Language, Tremblay,” Finn scolded.

Eloise tisked. “Oh, we’ve heard it all, don’t you worry. We’re a hockey family.” She turned her raised eyebrows to Leo. “But Leo knows not to repeat those words.”

Leo’s mouth hung open in surprise, which set both Finn and Logan off into laughter once more. “Mama, I’m twenty-two-”

“And you will use appropriate language in this household, I don’t care what your boyfriends do.”

“What? How is that fair? Dad swears all the time-”

“Leo.”

Wyatt knew she was just teasing, but he still couldn’t help but be amused at Leo’s narrowed eyes. “Sorry, mama.”

Eloise nodded. “Very good.” She clapped her hands and wrapped her arms around Wyatt’s waist. “Now, how about we have some cookies and then we go for a boat ride, hm? All this talk makes me want to get on the water.”

“Ouais, sounds good,” Logan said, swallowing what must have been his third cookie. He and Finn both gazed up at Leo adoringly. “Will you drive the boat?”

“If you want, sweetheart sure,” Leo replied. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “Since I’ve got older I’ve basically become a chauffeur.” 

“A very handsome chauffeur,” Finn corrected. He gently brushed the gray tuft of hair. “Very handsome.”

As the boys continued talking, Eloise nudged Wyatt’s hips. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and turned to look at her.

“We did good,” she said in soft French. “We did so good.”

Wyatt pressed their temples together and kissed her lightly. They both turned to look at their son, who had an arm around each of his boyfriends, Finn with a hand on his thigh and Logan with his on Leo’s chest. They were laughing, and Leo’s gray hair bounced with the shake of his body. Wyatt smiled. “Ouais. We did good.”

What anxiety meds do you think Finn is on? That boy had got to be on something to be so well adjusted all things considered lmao

I definitely think that, after three concussions, Finn might need some help. They do permanently alter your brain chemistry, and can expedite mental health conditions, which I say as someone who did have multiple concussions and then was diagnosed with anxiety! Meds and therapy really help, but it can still be kind of confusing to develop anxiety as you get older (or, at least have it manifest more prominently in adulthood) instead of being diagnosed with it at an earlier age (because it can also be hereditary). So, this was a fun look into Fish's brain!

If you don't headcanon him with anxiety, that's okay! It's not obligatory to headcanon characters with ADHD, anxiety, OCD, etc., (and, in fact, doing that too often or to every single one can be harmful to the actual effects/perception of them in society), HOWEVER, those with those mental health conditions sometimes do it because they see themselves in the character and heavily relate, which is fine, too!

Credits to @lumosinlove

“Finn, honey, you’ve gotta take them.”

Finn didn’t answer, just crossed his arms on the counter and rested his chin on them. The orange bottle stared back at him. He tried to read the words on its white label, but they didn’t make any sense to him. Just a bunch of scientific words that he’d never understand.

A hand settled itself on his upper back. “Sweetheart,” Leo said gently. “Sweetheart, do you want to try later?”

Finn sighed. “No, thank you. I need to do this.”

“Baby.” Leo sat down on the stool beside him. He tilted his head to rest against Finn’s. “You know I love you?”

“Mhm.”

“And that I want you to do what’s best for you always?”

“Yeah.”

A worried, sad sigh. “Finn.”

Finn dropped his head back as his eyes felt hot. “Le…”

“Okay.” Leo let Finn slump into him, wrapping him up tightly as the first hitching breath escaped Finn’s mouth. “Okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

“Leo.”

“Sh, Finn. Look at me.” Leo held Finn’s face firmly in his hands. Finn wasn’t crying, but he looked distraught. Leo smiled. “Hey, baby, hi. Hi, beautiful.” He pressed a hard kiss to Finn’s forehead. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

“I don’t know what wrong-”

“Nothing’s wrong. Hey.” Leo gripped Finn’s jaw when he tried to look away. Blue eyes burned back into Finn’s own, and he felt safe and grounded and also like he was falling. Leo kissed his forehead again. “Hey, I love you. And this is going to help you, okay? The doctor said it would.”

“But I don’t have anxiety, peanut. Or, like, it’s not been- I didn’t when I was a kid.” Leo nodded along, even though he’d heard all this many times. “I just- I don’t know, I’m an adult, Le, and this is hard.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Leo pulled him into a hug, squeezing him just like he liked. “But just because you didn’t need it when you were a kid doesn’t mean you don’t need it now, okay? And it’s not forever, baby, it’s until you feel like it doesn’t help you anymore, or like you don’t need it.”

Finn nodded against Leo’s shoulder. He could vividly see the day the doctor had told him anxiety medication might be a way to help. He had been on edge for months, with trouble sleeping and chest pains, and finally Leo had put his foot down and taken him to the doctor. His anxiety had developed, a therapist had explained to him; from what he and Logan went through in college, to dancing around both Leo and Logan before they were together, to being long-distance, to getting a third concussion. The therapist explained that the concussion could have triggered it more extremely, as a “response to multiple traumatic brain injuries”. Finn had never thought of a concussion as a traumatic brain injury before. To him, it was an associated risk to his profession. If he had known, he wondered if he’d have been more careful.

“Finn,” Leo whispered. “Want me to call Lo?” At Finn’s eager nod against his shoulder, Leo moved to reach into his back pocket. “Okay, let’s sit up, baby.”

When they were sitting up straighter, Finn slouched just slightly to rest his head on Leo’s shoulder, Leo set his phone against the ceramic salt container and clicked on Logan’s contact. Almost immediately, Finn got a full view of Logan’s gorgeous green eyes and soft smile. It quickly faded, though, when he saw Finn’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, in lieu of hello.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Leo whispered. Finn felt grateful- he didn’t think he could handle talking at full volume. “We’re just having a little trouble taking our meds.”

Logan’s concerned face turned soft, eyes roving over Finn. “Mon rouge. What’s going on, mon amour?”

Finn sighed. “Don’t know. Just really don’t wanna take them. It’s all new.”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded. He looked contemplative for a second, then smiled. “You want to know what helps me do something new?”

Finn perked up. “What?”

“You.” Logan let out a laugh at Finn’s confused face. “Non, it’s true. You and Le help me do new things.”

“Baby,” Finn said. “I really appreciate the help, but I don’t understand…”

“Remember my first presentation I did at Harvard? In my American History class?” At Finn’s nod, he continued. “You let me practice for hours in our room. You sat on your bed and let me make mistakes, and you smiled at me, and you gave me a high five before I went in, and you were there waiting for me after class.” He bit his lip around his grin. “I don’t even know what I said, or what my classmates looked like. All I saw was your face and all I thought about was how proud you were of me.”

Finn nuzzled his way further into Leo’s side. “I was proud of you.”

Leo squeezed his hip and ducked to talk in his ear. “Do you remember the first time you came to New Orleans, the day after I told you about Jack? When we had to go to the bait shop near his house?” 

Despite himself, Finn smiled against the skin of Leo’s neck. “You were so nervous.”

“Well, I didn’t want to run into him. We used to go there a lot.” He kissed Finn’s cheek. “And you drove, because I was too nervous, and you parked in a shaded spot a few blocks away. Then you and Logan talked to me, and you kissed me, and you waited in the car while Logan and I went together. And even though we didn’t see him, I didn’t relax until I was back in the Jeep, but I still did it because you were there waiting to tell me how proud of me you were.” Leo nudged Finn’s cheek with his nose until Finn lifted his head and met his mouth in a kiss. “Let us be here for you, honey. We’re so proud of you.”

Finn looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“Of course, Finn.” Leo was smiling, but his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. “Did you think we wouldn’t be?”

Finn shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Rouge,” Logan said. “We want you to get help, mon coeur. You’re brave to ask for help.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you tell me the same thing all the time.”

Finn nodded. “Okay.” A deep breath. “Okay, okay.” He held out his hand, palm up. “Hit me, sunshine.”

Leo laughed, but popped open the container and shook a pill into Finn’s right hand, placing a water glass in his left. “On three, honey. One, two…”

Finn chucked the pill into his mouth, immediately following it with water so he didn’t feel it for too long in the back of his throat. He drank until the glass was empty, just to be safe, then slammed it down like he would a shot glass at the bar. “Done,” he said, wiping his mouth.

“Allez,” Logan said. He was smiling widely. “Allez, mon rouge.”

“Well done baby.” Leo wrapped Finn up again and placed hard, happy kisses all over his face. “So proud of you.”

“Thank you,” Finn said. He gasped out a laugh at Leo’s playful pinch to his waist, which let his mouth free for Leo to claim in a deep kiss. He melted a bit, the laughter fading, but he felt happy and content in Leo’s arms, with Logan’s voice ringing through his ears. He broke away from Leo with another soft peck to his mouth. “Thank you, I love you. I love you both so much.”

“Mm, ouais, love you, too.” Logan was looking at them fondly. “You should kiss again.”

“Oh yeah?” Leo looped his ankles around Finn’s stools to draw him closer. “You want a show?”

“Oui, I do.”

Leo turned that mischievous grin on Finn. “C’mere, O’Hara, grumpy wants to watch us get it on.”

“Non, I didn’t say that!”

Finn raised his eyebrows at the telephone screen, breath hitching when he felt Leo’s lips on his neck. “No?”

Logan looked a little confused and very wanting. “Mais, well, je- I-”

But he cut himself off as Leo kissed Finn on the mouth again. Finn knew he was putting on a show for Logan, his movements much more pointed and dramatic than they normally were. Finn also knew that Leo knew that he knew, because the smile and wink he gave Finn after was nothing short of sly and playful. Finn smiled back and kissed him again. He heard the sound of clicking on the other side of the screen. “Got your screenshot, ten?”

“Oui.” Logan sounded proud. “Oui, I did.”

“Mm, good,” Finn mumbled against Leo’s mouth. He pulled away with one more kiss and rested their foreheads together. “Love you.”

“Love you, sweetheart.” Leo kissed his cheek once more, then slapped his thighs and stood up. “Okay. Who wants supper?”

Logan groaned. “Me, allez, I miss your cooking so much.”

Leo grinned. “One more week, then we see you in the Big Apple, honey. I’ll send you an ingredients list to buy before we get there.”

Logan just made another satisfied noise. “Ouais, yes.”

Leo rolled his eyes fondly and took out a knife and a cutting board. Finn watched his tongue poke out in concentration and the curls that fell over his forehead. He was beautiful, objectively- Finn wasn’t unaware of that. But, he was even more beautiful because he was Finn’s.

“Finn, ça va?”

Finn jerked and looked at Logan, who was staring at him a little warily. He, too, was gorgeous. Always had been. He drew eyes wherever they went, and Finn felt like he carried this dirty little secret around that Logan was off the market. It filled him with fire and warmed him all over. “Yeah, baby. All good.” He looked between the two of them. “Just thinking about how gorgeous you are.”

Leo smiled and leaned over to kiss Finn’s forehead. Finn preened at the gesture, smiling satisfactorily, and settled back to relax on the stool. He saw Logan still looking at him with concern, and he rolled his eyes. “Hey, Trelembalaylay.”

Logan looked kind of exasperated, but mostly fond. “Yes?”

“I was thinking of getting your name tattooed across my forehead, what do you think?”

Logan hung his head back, but he was grinning. “You’re trouble.”

“Only yours, babe,” Finn said with a wink. “Now, lay it on me. How you feeling about the Habs tomorrow?”

Finn and Leo listened as Logan went on about zone time and save percentage, about power plays and penalty kills, contributing every now and then with their own thoughts. The kitchen soon carried the aroma of Leo’s chicken soup and the focaccia he’d been prepping that afternoon, and Finn closed his eyes to breathe in the scent. It smelled like home and felt like warmth, and Finn was so in love it filled him up head to toe. Anxiety was hard, and it was stressful, and he was navigating something new, but he knew this feeling would never change. In fact, he hoped it would last a lifetime. 

And so when he opened his eyes and gazed at their smiles, suddenly taking a little pill once a day didn’t seem so daunting. 

I LOVE SLIDE AND I LOVE LEO AND LEO WOTH A GUITAR???? YOURE GENIUS!!! IF YOU EVER TURN THIS INTO A FIC IM FIRST IN LINE

Get in line then, it seems! This is in response to some headcannons I wrote a while ago (you can find them linked on my Masterlist), which I LOVE doing, they're so fun! So enjoy Leo being a guitar legend and some SW/Vaincre gang in a band! They're super rock n' roll. 🤘

Oh, and have some FinnLo in the audience being OBSESSED that their sunshine is a musician! :)

Credits to @lumosinlove

“Le, did you get the extra cables for tonight?”

“Yup,” Leo said to Cassie, typing quickly on his computer. His political philosophy paper wasn’t going to write itself. “In my backpack.”

“Cool, great. And the extra amp, how are we getting that there?”

“Amanda’s girlfriend is bringing it in her car.”

“‘Kay, cool. Cool, cool, cool.”

Leo grinned, swiveling in his chair and looking at Cassie with raised eyebrows. “You’re stressed.”

“Well, obviously,” she hissed. “This is our biggest gig yet.”

“And you’re sure it has nothing to do with a certain person being there?”

She rolled her eyes, but was blushing. “Percy Marshall has free will. He can come if he wants. I didn’t even invite him, Finn did.”

Leo winced. “Yeah, sorry. He likes to meddle.”

“Yes, he does.” She tapped her pen against her notebook repeatedly. “Also, it doesn’t matter if Percy is there or not. I sing because I like it. And I’m good.”

“So good.”

“Right?”

“Are you asking me, or telling me?”

Cassie groaned, thumping her head on the table. Her blonde waves fell in a curtain around her head. “I don’t know.”

“Well, figure it out. And study for your Calc exam, you don’t want to have to take it again next year.”

“Why the hell does a journalism major have to take math anyways?!”

“Your voice is going high,” Leo pointed out, turning back to his essay.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m stressed.” 

“Still, I’d prefer not to lose my hearing at twenty-one. Go, do math, please.”

Cassie kicked his foot gently under the table, but she was smiling.

***

“How we feeling?”

Leo and Amanda looked up from where they were tuning their guitars to find Layla’s smiling face. She was fiddling with her drumsticks.

“Good,” Leo said. “Almost done. Has Cole tuned his bass yet?”

She rolled her eyes. “No. He’s still drinking his pre-gig tea. And Thomas came backstage to talk, so they’re distracting each other.”

Amanda snorted. “Well, then we might be down a bassist tonight.”

“I’ll go find him,” Layla laughed, then she was walking away, her long twists swishing behind her.

Leo plucked his final string, watching the light on his electric tuner turn green. “‘Kay,” he said. “I’m all set.”

“Me, too.” Amanda unclipped her strap and set her guitar in its stand. “I’m gonna go say goodbye to Aadhya, I’ll be right back!”

Leo made kissing sounds as she jogged to the little back room where their stuff was, laughing when she flipped him off. He hummed to himself as he plucked out a few chords. Even after performing with the band for almost two years, he still got nervous he would forget something on stage. A quick review was necessary. He was just running through their opening number when his eyes were covered by two hands.

“Guess who?”

Leo smiled. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” Finn said happily, uncovering his hands and bouncing in front of Leo, Logan following. “How are you?”

“Good,” Leo said, slipping his guitar strap over his head and setting the instrument in its stand.

Logan reached out and thumbed the bottom of Leo’s tank top. “Feel ready?”

Leo smiled. “Yeah. Little nervous.”

“You’ll be so good,” Finn said. He draped his arms loosely around Leo’s shoulders. “There are so many people out there waiting to see you.”

Logan laughed. “Rouge, I don’t think that’s helping.”

“But they’re his fans!” Finn scratched absentmindedly at the back of Leo’s scalp. “We’re your biggest fans, though.”

“I don’t know,” Leo teased with a smile. “My mama might have you beat on that one.”

“I’ll fight her for the honor.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “No you will not,” he chastised gently. “But you will give me a good luck kiss.”

He didn’t even have time before Finn’s smile was kissing his own in happy bursts. “I love you, I love you, good luck, peanut butter sunshine baby.”

Logan was there, too, pressed against their sides. He cupped Leo’s waist with his hand gently and tilted his head up for a kiss of his own. “You’ll be amazing, soleil.” He ran his hand appreciatively up Leo’s arm. “You look very sexy.”

“Yes, very,” Finn agreed. “We’re lucky boys, that’s for sure.”

“Okay,” Leo laughed. “We go on soon, so I need to go.” He kissed them each quickly and squeezed their hands. “I love you.”

“Je t’aime.”

“Love you!”

Leo blew them a kiss as he walked into the backstage room. Thomas was on his way out and held his fist out for Leo to bump. “Kick ass, man.”

Leo slapped his back. “Thanks, Talky.” He closed the door behind Thomas and smiled at his bandmates. “Feeling good?”

Cole nodded. “Feeling good.”

“Good.” Leo went over and sat by Cassie on the couch, throwing an arm over her shoulders. “How are you?”

She sighed, resting her head on Leo’s shoulder. “I’m okay. All warmed up.”

“You’ll be amazing.”

“Mm.” She shifted closer, then looked up at him. “Would your boyfriends be jealous if they saw us right now?”

Leo laughed. “Oh, definitely. Finn’s ears would be bright red, and Logan would be staring at you so hard.” He rested their temples together. “But I won’t tell them.”

“Thanks.” She looked around the room at everyone else watching her carefully. “I’ll be fine, guys, really.”

Layla nodded. “We know. You get on stage and you’re fine, just- I don’t know, I think we’re all a little nervous.”

“Right?” Amanda laughed nervously. “I mean, fuck, this place is huge!”

Cole was staring off into space with wide eyes. “I’m absolutely shitting myself.”

They all looked at each other for a moment, silent, then burst out into laughter. Cassie’s body shook against Leo’s shoulder, and Layla was doubled up over her knees across from him. Amanda and Cole were falling over each other on the other couch. Leo felt the anxiety of the moment slip away a little and he bit his lip around a smile. 

“Oh, fuck me, we’re crazy,” Amanda laughed.

Leo felt a buzz in his back pocket, and unwound his arm from Cassie’s shoulders to take out his phone while the others continued laughing around him. His lock screen lit up with a notification. He took a minute to smile at the photo. It was of himself, Logan, and Finn around a campfire from the fall, bundled up in sweatshirts and sweatpants. Logan was sitting sideways on Leo’s lap in a camp chair and Finn had both his arms draped over Leo’s shoulders from behind, pressing their cheeks together and smiling. Leo ran his thumb over it fondly before unlocking his phone and opening up his texts. 

Finn had sent him a photo of the stage, and then a photo of Logan flipping him off, a cup held to his mouth. Here’s where we are, sunshine, the text read. Love you x A GAZILLION ur so sexy and talented and hot and pretty and we love you mwah mwah MWAH <33333333333

Leo snorted out loud, shaking his head fondly. <3 you both, you can come backstage after.

Cassie not-so-subtley peeked over his shoulder. “Oo-oo, Leo’s got some admirers!”

He blushed and nudged her. “Shut up.”

“Seriously,” Cole said. “You three are always just like…” He widened his eyes and smiled goofily, fluttering his eyelashes.

“No we are not.”

“Yeah-huh,” Amanda said.

“Fine.” Leo sighed, dropping his head back. He feigned exasperation, but really his stomach was fluttering. “Yes, we’re sickeningly in love, all right?”

Layla snorted. “Yes, you are.” She clapped her hands. “And it’s five-to, so we gotta go.”

They all grabbed their water and walked back to get their instruments. Leo peeked around the wooden panels on the side of the stage that blocked them from the view of the audience as he adjusted his guitar strap.

“You find them?” asked Cole from behind him. 

“I’m looking,” Leo said. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a shock of red hair or the slope of Logan’s broad back. 

“There,” Cole said. “With our other friends.”

Leo followed Cole’s finger to where it was pointing and smiled. Sure enough, there were Finn and Logan, talking with Hannah, a friend of Finn’s from his freshman year, and Sirius, who had bonded with Logan the year before because they were both from Quebec. Finn had a drink in one hand and another secure around Logan’s waist, pulling him flush to his own body. Logan was quiet, as he usually was, and was listening to Finn so closely and intently his nose was almost brushing Finn’s cheek. Finn took notice and kissed him quickly before going back to whatever he had been talking about. 

“You see ‘em?” Cole asked.

Leo nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

Cole snorted and slapped his back. “C’mon, lover boy, it’s show time.”

Leo grinned quietly to himself as the lights went up and they followed Cassie out onto the stage.

***

Leo strummed the last chord of their song, With You, letting his sound ring before silencing his guitar with his palm. There was a brief silence, then the crowd was applauding and cheering. Cassie, smiling broadly as always, thanked them with a nod and a laugh as she set her microphone in its stand.

“I’m glad you liked that one,” she said, fiddling with the mic chord. “We do, too.” She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and turned to Leo. Good? she mouthed. 

Leo nodded, running the cable connecting his guitar to the amp through his hands to stretch it out.

“Okay,” he heard Cassie say. “I’m going to take a step back for a minute. We’re gonna play a cover for you, one of our favorites, and Mr. Leo Knut here is gonna sing lead for us.” She scrunched her nose teasingly at him. “He’s very good.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully as they switched spots, Amanda going to pick up her acoustic guitar. Cassie stopped him with a hand on his bicep. “Good?”

Leo nodded with a smile. “Yeah.” 

She smiled. “You’ll be great.”

He smiled back, nudging their arms. “Thanks, Cass.” He stepped up to the mic, raising just a bit. “Hey, y’all, how ya doin’?” He winced inwardly- his accent always came out stronger when he was onstage, but people didn’t seem to mind. There was some applause and cheers, and a loud whoop! that Leo would bet all his money on came from Finn. He grinned, squinting against the lights shining on the stage. He fiddled with the neck of his guitar. “Good. Hey, look, we’re gonna do a little cover for you. This song is one of my favorites.” 

He flashed his eyes around the crowd until they landed on his boyfriends, the both of them smiling up at him. Logan was slumped back against Finn’s chest, Finn’s arms tight around his waist. Finn winked at him and Leo felt this face warm.

Leo realized he had spaced out for a few seconds and cleared his throat. “Um, so,” he said, strumming once on his instrument. “Yeah, I like this one a lot. Reminds me of some people very dear to me.” He turned to look behind him. “Ready?”

His bandmates nodded, and then they were off.

Leo opened it with the guitar riff, now familiar under his fingers after so many run-throughs. He bobbed his head to the beat and took a deep breath just as Cole and Amanda joined him.

Could you whisper in my ear

The things you wanna feel?

I’d give you anything

To feel it comin’

Do you wake up on your own

And wonder where you are?

You live with all your faults

Leo smiled, eyes flashing to the neck of his guitar as he plucked out the shortened transition riff, feeling the sound of Cassie’s tambourine and Layla’s soft cymbal shake through his chest. He glanced out at the crowd and moved closer to the mic.

I wanna wake up where you are

I won’t say anything at all

So why don’t you slide?

Leo rocked his body faster, grinning at the rhythm of his and Amanda’s strumming. 

Yeah, I’m gonna let it slide

The crowd was lively now. Lots of people were swaying and singing along, a few even dancing with their friends or partners. It energized Leo, touched something so deep in his bones he felt like his body was thrumming. He bounced a little as he strummed, closing his eyes as he started the next verse, Cassie’s harmonies mixing with his own voice. 

Don’t you love the life you killed?

The priest is on the phone

Your father hit the wall

Your ma’ disowned you

Don’t supposed I’ll ever know

What it means to be a man

It’s something I can’t change

I’ll live around it

I wanna wake up where you are.

I won’t say anything at all.

So why don’t you slide?

Oo, slide

Leo loved this part of the song. The way the strumming picked up, the way it made him feel light and giddy as he sang it. He caught Cassie’s eye and smiled. She was slapping the tambourine on her hands and tapping her toe, her long, golden hair shaking with the movement of her body. Amanda and her were back to back now and laughing; on his other side, Leo could see Cole shaking his head and smiling goofily at Layla in the back. 

And I’ll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete

Little pieces of the nothing that fall.

He turned towards the crowd again. He had to find them, quickly, had to catch their eye to sing the next bit, like he always did. 

They were already looking back at him when he caught their gazes. Finn was swaying Logan gently and singing along to the lyrics. It reminded Leo of all the times he’d seen lovers at music festivals, hands on each other’s hips, casually touching in a way that said, I’m here. I’m here with you, and I love you.

Leo blushed and looked out at them through his lashes with a grin, holding their gaze as he continued.

Oh, May

Put your arms around me

What you feel is what you are

And what you are is beautiful

Oh, May

Do you wanna get married?

Or run away?

They broke off into a brief instrumental interlude, and Leo broke his gaze to look at his guitar neck, shifting his fingers accordingly. Sometimes, looking at them was too much. Sometimes, he didn’t know what to do when they smiled at him like they had just then, so full of adoration and joy. 

The instrumental part was finishing up again and Leo was catching their eyes once more.

And I’ll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete

Little pieces of the nothing that fall

Oh, May

Put your arms around me

What you feel is what you are

And what you are is beautiful

Oh, May

Do you wanna get married?

Or run away?

Leo scrunched his nose at Logan and Finn in a smile, their expressions mimicking his.

I wanna wake up where you are

And I won’t say anything

There was the sound of Layla’s drum fill, and then they were all bouncing. Leo angled his head to Cassie and bopped along with her.

And I’ll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete

Little piece of the nothin’ that fall

And I’ll do anythin’ you ever dreamed to be complete

Little pieces of the nothing that fall

Leo felt his chest heaving as he looked at the other people around the room. They were looking at him, trying to catch his eye, and smiling. But he really didn’t care much about them at that moment, if he was being honest with himself. He moved closer to the mic as the instruments crescendoed and grinned, locking eyes with Finn and Logan’s happy faces one final time.

Yeah, slide between the sheets of all them beds you never knew

Why don’t you slide into my room?

Just slide into my room

Oh, we’ll run away, run away, run away

Leo tore his eyes away only to look at his guitar as he played the closing rift through, his fingers shaking slightly with the adrenaline. He took a deep breath as they all let their instruments ring out a bit. As always, there was silence, then applause. Cassie was beside him in a moment, grabbing his arm and shaking it excitedly.

“You kicked ass!”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully and bumped their foreheads together. “So did you. That one’s always fun.”

She flashed her eyes to the crowd, grin widening, then looked back at Leo. “Your lovers are staring.”

Leo blushed but turned to look. And sure enough, in the crowded room, dark and dusty and probably smelling of sweat and beer, two sets of twinkling eyes were looking at him, smiles so wide almost all their teeth were showing. Logan raised his fingers in a wave and Finn blew him a kiss. Love you.

Leo bit his lip around a smile and let out a quiet, giddy laugh. Love you. 

Then he gave Cassie one more pat on the shoulder and went back to his place to finish the set.

***

Leo wiped the sweat off his face with the bottom of his tank top, bristling a bit as some of the saltiness got in his eyes. They all set their instruments in their stands backstage to be put away in a few minutes and hurried to the dressing room. There was a window that Cole immediately threw open, and then Layla was handing them all water bottles from a cooler.

“Drink up,” she said. “Before you go to the bar, please.”

“Thanks,” Leo panted. He cracked it open and downed half in one go, then fell against the couch and placed the cool plastic on his forehead. The condensation was a little uncomfortable, but he was too hot to care. The others were chatting around him, and there was the sound of the door opening and closing as people came and went, fussing with cables and amps. Aadhya slapped his leg in a job well done and he stuck his thumb up. 

“Gimme a minute,” he said. “I’ll help.”

“Nope,” she said. “Percy, Thomas, and I have got it. You all just sit for a minute, okay? You’re dehydrated.”

Leo didn’t really have it in himself to protest. “‘Kay. Thanks.”

She nodded and went back to putting away Amanda’s guitars. 

Leo closed his eyes once more and let out a deep breath through his mouth. Performing was a joy and an adrenaline boost, but the period after was stressful sometimes. Their bodies and brains were exhausted; a few moments of relaxation and quiet was necessary.

Suddenly, he felt two palms rub the outside of his thighs and a soft voice. “Soleil.”

Leo opened his eyes slowly to meet Logan’s loving green ones. He smiled up at him. “Salut.”

“Salut, chérie.” The French was warm and comforting, like Leo was being wrapped in a blanket. Logan bent to kiss his mouth softly. “You did so well.”

“Merci,” Leo said. He set the water bottle beside him then wrapped his hands around the backs of Logan’s thighs. “Hey, c’mere.” When Logan was seated on his lap, knees digging into the soft cushions around them, Leo leaned up to kiss him a little harder. “Thank you for coming.” 

“Oui, of course we did. Finn’s helping put stuff away.” Logan picked up the water bottle and pressed it back to Leo’s forehead. “Es-tu chaud, mon coeur?”

Leo nodded. “Ouais, a little.” He winced as Logan kissed his temple. “Sorry, I’m all sweaty.”

Logan grinned and pressed another soft kiss to his mouth. “Non, I like you sweaty.” 

Leo smiled against his mouth and stole another kiss. “I love you. I’m so happy you both are here.”

Logan set the water bottle aside and tenderly cupped Leo’s face in his hands. “We love you so much, peanut.”

They smiled at each other for a moment before a freckled face appeared above Logan’s shoulder. “‘Sup, lovers?” Finn asked, kissing Logan’s cheek then leaning down to peck Leo on the lips. “How are you, baby?”

“Tired,” Leo sighed. “Hot.”

“Yeah you are.” Finn put Leo's guitar case down, flopped beside him on the couch, and threw one arm around his shoulders, his other hand resting on Leo’s thigh. “Hey, I have an idea.”

Leo rested his head on Finn’s shoulder. “Hm?”

“How about we run away and get married?”

Leo tisked and raised his head. Finn’s grin was mischievous, and Leo just rolled his eyes fondly. “Shut up.”

“No, no, let’s go. Right now.” He bent to whisper in Leo’s ear. “And if you’re lucky, we’ll both slide into your room.”

“That’s it,” Leo said, sitting up and moving to stand. “I’m getting new boyfriends.”

“Non,” Logan demanded firmly. He let his weight go heavier on Leo’s lap and laced a hand through his hair possessively. “Non, you’re not.” 

“Kidding.” Leo placated Logan with a kiss then fell back into the cushions, slumped down and leaning into Finn’s side. “But I don’t just sing those lyrics to you for no reason, you know.”

“We know, sunshine.” Finn nosed at Leo’s hair and kissed his temple. 

“It’s because I love you very much.”

“And we love you, baby.” Finn reached out to play with Logan’s fingers. “But- we are getting married, right? Maybe not the ‘running away’ thing, because my parents and brother would kill me, but… marriage?”

Leo turned to brush their noses together and nodded. “If that’s what you want, then I want it. Lo?”

“Of course I do,” Logan answered. He brought their left hands to his mouth and kissed their ring fingers. He then peeked out through his lashes and winked. “And I’d also like to slide into your bed.”

“Oh my God, this isn’t funny anymore!” Leo exclaimed, bouncing his legs up and down to jostle Logan. He laughed and looked up at him. “I am trying to be romantic, stop being weird about it.”

Logan pressed their smiles together in a slow kiss. “It’s very romantic, mon soleil,” he whispered. “We love it.”

“Yeah, we do, baby. You’re so sweet.” Finn kissed his cheek and bit his jaw. “Sweet enough to eat.”

“Oh-kay, lovebirds!” Cassie sing-songed. Leo looked around Logan’s body to find her standing across the room with Layla, the both of them waggling their eyebrows exaggeratedly. Percy was behind her with her purse, his face flushed nervously. Cassie jerked her head. “C’mon, time to celebrate. We can leave our stuff here.”

“Damn right,” Leo said. “I need a fuckin’ drink.”

“Mm, your accent always sounds stronger when you’re tired,” Finn murmured with a last kiss to his and Logan’s cheeks. He stood and held out his hands. “Let’s go, I’m buying.”

Logan and Leo took his hands and followed him out the door, the rest of Leo’s bandmates and a few of their friends behind them. Finn refused to stop holding their hands, even when passing through the narrow hallway, which made Cole let out a frustrated groan behind them. “Let’s move it! I would like a fruity drink!”

Layla rolled her eyes fondly. “You and your cocktails.”

“Hey, don’t mock me, babe, you always steal them anyways.”

Leo smiled and held Finn’s hand tightly until they got to the bar. Finn rapped his knuckles and put on his most charming smile. “A rum and coke, a dark n’ stormy, and a Jameson neat, please.”

A bartender with a thick braid running down her back smiled at Leo. “You guys were good.”

“Thanks,” he said sheepishly.

“Aw, don’t get so shy, butter baby,” Finn teased. He pinched Leo’s cheeks. “You deserve all the praise.”

Leo looked between him and Logan and leaned in. “Maybe you can slide in my bed and give me some tonight.”

Finn’s eyes darkened. Logan just looked a little dazed. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He kissed each of their stunned mouths quickly and grabbed his drink, smiling. “Now, c’mon, let’s go find a dark corner and make out.”

And with their laughter following him, Leo turned towards the crowd and let himself internalize the moment. The hands on his hips were warm and gentle and he smiled at the stage where he had just been. Maybe, he thought, it wouldn’t be so bad running away and getting married. 

Not until he graduated though.

“Love you,” Finn whispered, resting his temple on the back of Leo’s neck.

Leo turned to kiss him, then drew Logan to his chest to kiss him, too. “I love you,” he whispered back. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Omg such a huge massive fan of ur writing!! I find myself coming back to your page every so often just to make sure I haven’t missed an update from you!

I’ve been experiencing some serious academia-based burnout lately and just found that I’ve really been neglecting my mental and social health lately and just been bad at overall taking care of myself.

I’d love it if you could write the cubs in this type of scenario going through something similar, and finally getting the support they need (though they try to resist at first fs). Usually Leo is my ultimate comfort character, but maybe this one would be slightly more impactful if it was Finn-based. He’s typically the most social of them all and can def relate to the academia burnout aspect of it, I imagine. It’s totally up to ur discretion - however you choose to write it, if it’s a prompt that appeals to you! I’d read anything you write ☺️

I think academic burnout is kicking us all in the ass right now, at least a little bit. Hope you got some rest, friend, and that all your exams and assignments went well! Make sure to drink lots of water and eat well, pretty please. :)

Have some Finn DEFINITELY not following those instructions. O'Haras give 110% all the time to a fault, so sometimes they need a little TLC, it seems. Luckily, Finn has one husband who is a GREAT chef and loves to feed him yummy things and another husband who loves to distract him from school work, ever since they went to Harvard together.

Credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Finn?” Leo called as he opened the door to their apartment. When nobody answered, he furrowed his eyebrows and toed off his shoes. “Finn?”

Still no response. Leo chewed on his cheek and thought for a moment. Maybe he was napping. 

He poked his head through their bedroom door, but there was still no sign of Finn. The bed was perfectly made from this morning, the corners tucked in nice and neat like Leo liked. Finn’s book was on the bedside table, untouched. Leo felt an anxious feeling rise up in his throat.

“Finn!” he called again. The bathroom door was open, and there was nobody. He went to look in his old bedroom, now their home office. “Finn- oh.”

There he was, hunched over his computer and scribbling on a notepad. His hair was a bit messy, as if he had been tugging on it, and Leo could hear the music coming from his headphones, it was so loud. He was muttering to himself and tapping his foot. Two coffee mugs were pushed to the side.

“Oh, honey,” Leo sighed. He approached cautiously and tapped on Finn’s shoulder. “Sweetheart.”

Finn whipped around, eyes wide in confusion before they settled on Leo. He took off his headphones and offered a smile that was strained at the edges. There were purple circles under his eyes. “Oh. Hey, baby.”

“Hi.” Leo leaned down to kiss him softly. “What are you doing?”

“Finishing this paper,” Finn said, swiveling his chair back around to face his computer. “I’ve gotta get it done before practice tomorrow. And I’m doing my bibliography, but I can’t find one of the sources I used, I’m sure I had it downloaded, and I-”

“Baby,” Leo whispered. He massaged Finn’s shoulders, not missing the way he leaned back into it. “I think you should take a break.” 

“No, Le, it’s fine, really, I-”

“Finn,” Leo interrupted, a bit more sternly. “You’ve spent every free second in here and writing, it’s not good for you. You’re exhausted, honey.”

Finn looked like he wanted to protest, but he didn’t say anything. He let out a defeated sigh and rubbed his eyes. “My eyes hurt.” 

“It’s because you’ve been sitting in front of the computer for so long.” Leo kissed his temple. “I’ve barely seen you in days.”

Finn bit his lip nervously. His hands were fidgeting with his hoodie strings. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a bad husband lately.”

“No, you haven’t.” Leo spun him around in his chair and knelt on the floor. He ran his hands up Finn’s strong thighs and rubbed gently. “You’ve just been busy. Too busy. It’s not good for you.”

Finn’s eyes were anxious when they met Leo’s own. “I don’t- this was such a stupid idea. Studying while playing hockey.”

“No.” Leo shook his head and cupped Finn’s cheeks. “It’s not stupid. Lo and I think you’re so smart, honey.”

That got Finn to smile a little. “Yeah?”

“Of course.” Leo took his left hand and kissed over his rings. “We also think that you’ve been spreading yourself too thin. You want every essay and piece of work to be perfect, Finn, and it’s wearing you down.”

“I know,” Finn said softly, nervously. He reached down to play with some of the curls by Leo’s forehead. “I don’t know how to- I don’t know, not give one hundred percent into something.”

Leo laughed. “I think that’s an O’Hara thing.”

Finn laughed with him. “Yeah. Yeah, probably.” He peeked out at Leo through his lashes. “Can you read over my essay, please?”

“Of course.” Leo used Finn’s thighs as leverage to stand and then bent down to give him a kiss. “Here,” he said, coaxing Finn into standing, too, then sitting him down on the futon they’d put in there. He took out his phone and handed it to him. “You call Lo and we can talk to him for a little bit. I’ll read over your essay and finish your bibliography, okay?”

“‘Kay,” Finn replied, opening Leo’s phone. “The source list is in my notebook.”

Leo sat down at the desk and shook his head fondly. “Why don’t you just immediately cite your sources when you use them? It’d save you this whole process.”

“Because the thought of doing that is just too much, and it’s so boring.” 

Leo clucked his tongue. “Well, you’re lucky I love you.” He went into Finn’s files and snorted when he found an article title to match a note in Finn’s notebook. “And I found the source you were looking for.”

“What? Where?”

“In your files, honey.”

“What? I looked over that a gazillion-” He cut off, then made a happy sound. “Hey, sweet thing.”

“Salut,” came Logan’s soft voice. “Ça va? Where’s Le?”

“Here!” Leo called, fingers flying over the keyboard. “Finishing Finn’s bibliography.”

Logan let out a sigh. “Mon rouge, you always do this. You always wait until the last minute to cite your sources.”

“That’s what I said!”

“Hey,” Finn pouted. “This is not ‘chastise Finn time’. I am a burnt out boy.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Leo stood and crossed over to Finn, leaning down to kiss him on the lips softly a few times. “So sorry, sweetheart.” He wrapped an arm around Finn’s shoulders to draw his head to rest against his chest and looked down at the phone with a smile. “Hi, Lo.”

“Salut,” Logan said again. He had a cup of tea in his hands and his sweatshirt hood was pulled over his waves. “How are you?”

“Good.” He kissed Finn’s forehead. “We’re feeling a little tired from schoolwork right now, so we’re gonna take a break.” He looked down at Finn pointedly. “And then make a schedule so we don’t run ourselves to the ground.”

Finn put on an innocent smile. “Oops.”

“Rouge,” Logan sighed. “Are you okay?”

Finn nodded, but he was cut off by a big yawn. “I’m better. Like seeing your face.” He winced and looked up at Leo again. “And yours. Sorry, I haven’t been around much.”

“It’s okay.” Leo kissed his temple again then went back to the desk. He sat down with a heavy sigh. “Jesus, Finn, these are a lot of sources.”

“I’m thorough.” 

“You’re something, all right.” Leo ran his finger down the list in Finn’s notebook. “Gimme fifteen minutes, then I’ll read it over for you. Then I’ll make us dinner. I’m thinking bolognese.”

A groan sounded from the telephone. “I miss your bolognese.”

Leo smiled even as he typed. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make it when you come up next week.”

“That’s right,” Finn said, a little more jovial now. “We get to play our biggest Frenchie rival next week. I’m very excited to pin you against the boards.”

“Fish,” Logan laughed.

“I’ll pin you against other things, too, don’t worry,” Finn reassured. He let out a soft sigh. Leo could imagine the fond tilt of his head. “Can’t wait to hold you.”

“Moi aussi, mon mari. Me, too.” 

Finn and Logan chatted for a while, Leo piping in every now and then. Eventually, Finn decided that the futon was too far and came to stand behind Leo and drape his arms over his shoulders. They propped Logan up on the desk against one of the used mugs. Leo was mostly focused on the essay in front of him, but he leaned into the soft kisses Finn periodically pressed to his face and neck, calmed by the feeling of his warm skin and Logan’s deep voice. 

“‘Kay,” he said after a while. “All done.” He turned slightly to look Finn in the eye and smiled. “It’s good. It’s really good, honey.”

Finn tapped his hands rhythmically against Leo’s chest. “You sure?”

“Positive.” Leo leaned up to kiss him and there was the clicking sound of a screenshot. He laughed and pulled away. “Logan, honey, you have a million of those. Your phone will run out of storage.”

“Ouais, I don’t care.” Logan let out a satisfied sound. “I love them. I love you.”

“Love you, baby,” Finn said back. He kissed Leo’s forehead. “And I love you, sunshine. Thanks for helping.”

“Always.” Leo saved Finn’s essay and shut down the computer. “You can read it one more time tomorrow with fresh eyes, but then you’re turning it in, deal?”

Finn wrapped his arms around Leo as he stood. “Deal.” He gave Leo one last kiss and picked up the phone. “C’mon, Lo, baby, we can go help Leo make dinner.”

“Ouais, I want to watch his back.”

Leo snorted. “You always want to watch my back.”

“Because I love it.” 

“Yeah,” Finn agreed as they made their way into the kitchen. “You’ve got a sexy back, sunshine, it’s not our fault we can’t keep our eyes off of you.”

Leo smiled at him as he took ground beef out of the fridge. “No?”

“No. All of our brain cells leave when we see your back.” Finn settled Logan on the counter and leaned the phone against the napkin holder. “Can you see?”

“Ouais. Can you ask Leo to take his shirt off?”

“No!” Leo laughed. “That’s how I burn myself. You always ask this, and it’s the same answer every time.”

“Damn,” Finn said defeatedly. He turned to Logan and shrugged. “At least we tried, baby.” 

“Okay.” Leo clapped his hands and turned to cup Finn’s hips. “Sit, honey, I want you to relax. You want some tea? A snack?”

Finn’s smile turned soft. “I can make myself tea, peanut butter.”

Leo shook his head. “No, I’ll do it. You’ve had a tough day.” He kissed Finn’s nose. “Let me take care of you.”

Finn feigned a sigh. “I guess I can let my blonde bombshell hottie take care of me.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Go,” he said with another kiss. “Go, sit and talk with Lo. I’ll make you tea, then dinner. Then we can snuggle, ‘kay?”

“M’kay.” Finn wrapped him in a hug. “I love you.”

Leo tucked his face into Finn’s neck. “Love you.” He tapped Finn’s hip and pulled away. “Now, go, please.”

Finn obliged, picking up the phone and going to sit at one of the stools on the other side of the counter, swinging his legs happily as he began to talk to Logan again. It made Leo warm inside to see him so relaxed and willing to accept some care. It was hard for Finn, not being able to just fix things and do things for everyone around him. But Logan was a good distraction, always willing to just sit and listen to Finn ramble on about whatever thought was running through his beautiful, beautiful brain. Leo set his cup of tea in front of him with a kiss to his cheek, then went back to preparing the sauce. He was stirring it on the stove and waiting for water to boil for the pasta when the chatter behind him abruptly stopped. He turned around to find Finn watching him and pointing the camera of the phone at him. He smiled, confused. “What?”

Finn shook his head. “Nothing,” he said with a grin. He winked. “Just watching your back.”

Leo let his head fall back, his cheeks warming. “Shut up.” He set the spoon he was holding down on its spoon rest and went to stand behind Finn, wrapping his arms around him. The camera was flipped back so Logan could see them. Leo kissed the top of Finn’s head and peeked out at the phone screen to meet Logan’s gentle eyes. “Love you.”

Logan smiled. “Je t’aime, soleil.”

Finn leaned to the side so he could kiss Leo’s cheek. “Love you, baby. Thank you.”

Leo just traced the purple under Finn’s eyes gently. “You’re welcome, our little scholar.” He pressed their foreheads together. “You’re going to be such a good teacher.”

And when their smiles were pressed together and there was another sound of a screenshot, they pulled back, laughing, to look at Logan, who was smiling proudly at them through the screen. Leo let the warm feeling fill him up for a moment before kissing Finn again and going back to the stove, blushing at the wolf whistle Finn did at his back. He knew that Finn would sleep heavily tonight, and that the stress of his Master’s wouldn’t go away in just a day. But they could manage it. And then one day, in the near future, Leo would kiss him goodbye in the doorway as he went off to school in those slacks and button downs that were currently in his closet, his glasses perched on his gorgeous nose, and, most importantly, the rose-gold bands on his fingers and around his neck. And maybe, if they played their cards right and negotiated, Logan would be there to kiss him goodbye, too.

Leo let out a content sigh at the thought and dumped the pasta in the water. 

hiii!!

i was wondering if we could get some overprotective cubs moments over each other ? they kill me with their cuteness and love for each other 💕

thank u!! love ur works smmm!!

Awwww, you're so sweet!

I DID write a Logan attack dog fic, but I DEFINITELY do see Finn and Leo getting protective every now and then. I feel like Leo is mostly fondly amused, whereas Finn is kind of just like, "Um, exCUSE me?! That's MY LeLo, thank you very much, lemme kiss 'em and prove it." and is less of an attack dog than Tremzy.

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Logan sank into the feeling of Finn’s hands on his hips, guiding him to sway to the beat of whatever song was playing over the speakers. He didn’t recognize it; it was in Portuguese. But he didn’t care- he was on summer break, he was in Brazil, and, most importantly, his boyfriends were with him. 

Well, one was.

Finn’s nimble fingers ran lower over Logan’s stomach, rucking up his shirt to press a palm to his abs. Logan shuddered and leaned back to rest his head against Finn’s shoulder. They normally didn’t go out to clubs like this, but Leo had been so excited to practice his Portuguese, and they hadn’t gone out all together in so long. The place they were at was small, intimate, but big enough to be unrecognizable. And, as Logan had soon realized, very queer. His eyes darted to a lesbian couple a few feet away from them, locked in a close embrace and making out like nobody could see them. And everybody could, but nobody looked. Logan glanced around- nobody was looking at him and Finn, either. 

He leaned into the kisses Finn was placing on his neck. They were warm and sloppy against his already hot body, and he felt sweaty and a little fuzzy from the dancing and the alcohol. Logan made a soft noise and turned to kiss him properly. Finn smiled against his mouth. “You look so good, Lo, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Logan turned in his arms to get a better angle. He felt the beat of bass thrumming through him, accentuating the heat that was starting to pool in his hips. Finn began to kiss down his throat again and Logan let his head fall back, letting out a groan, eyes hooded. His vision was unfocused for a minute, too lost in Finn’s touch and smell, until it zoomed in on two bodies at the bar. He sucked in a sharp breath and tugged Finn’s hair. “Rouge. Rouge.”

“Yeah?” Finn hardly pulled away to gasp out the question before his teeth were back against Logan’s neck.

Logan let out a curse. “Fish, Leo. Leo.”

Finn straightened. His mouth was red and wet. “Huh? What happened?”

“Allez, look.”

Finn turned his head to where Logan had gestured, eyes moving quickly for a second, before they widened, then narrowed. “Huh.”

Across the bar, Leo looked stunning. He’d bought some Brazilian products from the store the other day, and his sun-lightened curls were defined and soft, softer than Logan had ever felt them. The colored lights of the venue bounced off them like light and glowed against his tan- so tan- skin, making his blue eyes stand out, even in the darkness. Leo thrived in places like this, Logan had found out this trip. He’d been wanting to go to a queer venue for so long, but the hockey season made it difficult, and people were funny about that stuff when they recognized them. But here, nobody knew who they were, and Leo seemed to be taking full advantage of that and played the average tourist so well- except for the fact that he drew eyes everywhere they went because he was just so gorgeous. 

Now, he seemed to be stumbling his way through speaking Portuguese at the bar with a man just as tall as him, with smooth skin and glitter on his bare, strong chest that reflected off of him whenever a light flashed. He seemed kind- he wasn’t leering at Leo. But he definitely was taking the conversation to mean something more than it really did. After all, Leo had gone to get drinks for himself and his boyfriends. 

Logan turned back to Finn. “What do we do?”

Finn shook his head. “Let’s wait. He might come back once he orders the drinks.”

They watched for a minute more, and the bartender still hadn’t approached Leo, too busy with some folks on the other end. But the man seemed comfortable enough to make a move, because he put his hand on Leo’s arm. Leo looked down at it with a furrowed brow.

“Okay, that’s it,” Finn said. He grabbed Logan’s hand and tugged him over gently. When they got to the bar, he slipped an arm possessively around Leo’s waist. “Hi, sunshine.”

Leo turned to him, smile happy and a little tipsy. “Hi, sweetheart. Having fun?”

Finn didn’t respond, just tilted his head up to kiss Leo. Hard. 

Leo made a surprised noise, but moved a hand to cup Finn’s jaw. Finn took this as an excuse to deepen the kiss, letting go of Logan’s hand with a squeeze to press Leo up against the bar, his hands roaming all over Leo’s body. Logan watched them for a moment before realizing they still had company, then turned to face the guy. He didn’t even seem phased- mostly amused. “You’re together?” he asked Logan in heavily accented English.

“Ouais,” Logan said. “I mean, yes. We are.”

The man jerked his head. “You’re lucky. Very cute. He speaks good Portuguese.”

Logan nodded. “Merci.”

The man clapped him on the shoulder with a smile and walked away. Logan watched him for a moment, chewing his lip, before he felt someone bump into him. It had been Finn, he realized. Leo had straightened, body up and away from the bar, to take Finn’s head in both of his hands as they kissed aggressively. Finn let out a whine, a sound Logan didn’t hear frequently, and arched backwards at the leverage Leo had over him. Their heads bent together, mouths moving frantically, did funny things to Logan’s chest. Sometimes they looked so beautiful together he could barely breathe. He took advantage of their close proximity and pressed a hand to the dip in each of their waists. 

Leo held Finn still for a long, lingering moment before pulling away with a smirk. His eyes were wide and his pupils were dark as he took in Finn’s flushed face. He looked like some sort of tempting angel in this light. “Well,” he said. “Jealousy looks good on you.”

Finn licked his obviously-kissed lips. “I wasn’t jealous.”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “You weren’t?”

“No.”

Leo hummed. “Then you wouldn’t have minded,” he began, gripping Finn’s jaw with his hand and kissing his neck wetly, “if he touched me like this?”

Finn groaned. His ears were red. “Leo.”

Leo’s smile turned wicked. He squeezed Finn’s jaw playfully before turning to Logan. His eyes kept Logan in place. “And you’re going to tell me you weren’t jealous either?”

Logan shook his head. “I wasn’t.”

“Mm.” He nicked Logan’s chin with his finger, and Logan met his challenging gaze. Leo’s smirk widened. “You know I only have eyes for you both, honey.” He dipped down to brush his lips, just barely, against Logan’s. “Only you, baby.”

Logan closed his eyes and leaned in, expecting a kiss, but he was met with air. He opened his eyes, affronted, until he saw Leo had stepped back a few feet, looking them up and down while biting his lip, glowing in the dim light. Beside him, Finn sucked in a sharp breath. Logan’s heart dropped to his stomach. “Soleil, viens ici.”

Leo shook his head and looked between the two of them. He held out his hands. “Come. Come dance with me.”

And how could they do anything but follow?

***

Finn O’Hara was many things at once. A brother, a son, an athlete, a teacher, a husband- one of the loves of Leo’s life. But, almost more than anything, Finn O’Hara was, first and foremost, a chatterbox. 

Leo looked at his watch and sighed. It was already close to eleven at night, and he and Logan had a game the following day. But Logan seemed content against his side, and Finn was… well, Finn was being his normal Finn self, Leo supposed.

His red hair caught the light across the room as he chatted with the bartender. She was new, Leo thought. The Lions had been renting out the top room of this restaurant for as long as he could remember, and he had never seen her before. She was pretty, her black locks done in a braid down her back, and she was tall, almost as tall as Finn. In another life, Finn probably would have asked her for coffee. But he wasn’t in another life, and Leo liked to think that, even if they did live in an alternate universe, the three of them would be together, so he rendered that point mute in the back of his head. 

The bartender was wiping a glass dry with a towel, sending Finn flirtatious glances from the side of her eye everytime she said something back to him, but he seemed blissfully unaware. He was probably talking about the drink he ordered, as tended to happen. He was a lover of the finer things in life, and that included good whiskey. 

Leo felt an absentminded kiss being pressed to his shoulder. “Soleil.”

“Hm?” Leo said distractedly. He looked down to find Logan staring up at him, bags under his beautiful eyes. He had smiles lines at the corners of them. It made Leo smile, too, and press a lingering kiss to his forehead. “Tired, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded. He secured his arms tightly around Leo’s waist and pressed his nose into Leo’s neck. His eyes were closed. “Ouais. Where’s rouge?” 

Leo rubbed a hand up and down his ribs. “Over there chatting up the bar tender.”

Logan lifted his head to look over curiously. He watched for a moment, then a small grin broke over his face. He shook his head fondly. “Il est si mignon.”

Leo laughed, pressing his nose into the top of Logan’s hair. “He doesn’t even realize he’s such a flirt.” He kissed Logan’s cheek briefly. “Stay here, honey. I’ll go rescue our husband.”

Leo crossed the room quickly, giving small smiles and nods to his teammates, his coaches, the training staff. But his sights were set on the bar. Finn looked so good in his teacher slacks and button down, glasses perched on his nose and reflecting the light. Leo always knew the look would suit him. He had a whiskey glass in his hands that he kept fiddling with, his wedding band and Leo’s engagement ring flashing in the light. Logan’s engagement ring shone starkly against his freckled collarbone.

When Leo got to the bar, he pressed close to Finn’s body, settling a had low on his back. His skin was warm through the fabric of his thin shirt. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Finn immediately turned his head, smile as wide as it ever got when he look at Leo and Logan, and then turned his body to the side to look at Leo more squarely. “Hi, baby. Look here, try this bourbon, Macy here said it’s made at a distillery not too far. We’ll have to go visit.”

Leo flashed his eyes briefly to the bartender, Macy, who was definitely pretending not to listen, as he took a sip and let the alcohol settle over his tongue. Finn’s brown eyes were as warm as the drink as they watched Leo over the rim of the glass. He nodded and hummed. “It’s good.” At Finn’s answering grin, Leo leaned over and kissed him. It was maybe too deep for a public setting, but Leo didn’t really care.

When Finn pulled away, he did so with a little intake of breath. He looked happy, though, as he brushed Leo’s nose with his own. “What was that for, sunshine?”

“Just ‘cause I love you.” He looked over at Macy once more, then back to Finn. He leaned in to talk lowly in his ear. “And ‘cause you’re mine.”

Finn caught on immediately. He looked almost gleeful as he wrapped his arm tightly around Leo’s waist. “You know I only have eyes for you and baby.” He leaned in closer. “My sexy husbands.”

Leo hummed, kissing Finn languidly again, scrapping his teeth just barely along his bottom lip. “You also forget what flirting is,” he whispered. “The entire room wants you.”

Finn ran his tongue over his lip where Leo’s teeth had just bit. “Funny. I only care about two in this room wanting me.”

Leo smiled. “Good.” 

He kissed Finn once more, pressing their bodies together with his hands on Finn’s hips. Finn made a soft, wanting sound against his mouth before Leo pulled away. “Wait, one more.”

Leo kissed him once, twice, three times more, hard. They broke apart and Leo reached a hand up to cup Finn’s cheek. “Speaking of people wanting you...” At Finn’s raised eyebrows, Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “Hush, that’s not what I meant.” He tapped his thumb against Finn’s bottom lip. “The other husband who wants you is tired, and he wants to go to bed.”

That got Finn to soften. “Where is he?”

Leo took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Waiting for us. C’mon, let’s finish the whiskey and go home.”

Finn knocked back the rest of the bourbon with a flourish (and Leo certainly didn’t watch the line of his throat as he swallowed), then rested the glass down hard on the countertop. He smiled at Macy. “Thanks so much, that was delicious. You have a good night!”

She smiled back, although it was more reserved. “You folks, too. Drive safe.”

Finn waved his free hand at her, then went at Leo’s tug on his other one. “I’m coming sunshine. Gotta get grumpy home.”

Leo laughed and squeezed his fingers. “You know, you still got it after all these years, Heartthrob O’Hara.”

Finn pressed close behind Leo as they stopped to let a waiter with a tray pass. He ran a hand slowly down the curve of Leo’s hips to his butt and gave it a pat. “Good. Gotta keep you and Lolo falling in love with me.”

Leo bit his lip around a smile as they began to move again, side-by-side. “Oh, honey, we already are.”

“Lucky me, then. Got the two hottest guys on the planet as my husbands. Fucking score.”

Leo stopped abruptly and turned sideways to cup Finn’s face. Finn stumbled in surprise, but leaned into Leo’s soft hold. “I love you,” Leo whispered, and kissed him softly. 

Finn’s smile was everything. “I love you, too.”

Leo kissed him again, then turned to where he knew Logan would be waiting. He spotted him, all handsome in a maroon quarter-zip and khakis, brown waves falling gently over his head. His fingers were running absentmindedly over the rim of his almost-empty glass of rum and coke, green eyes surveying the room in that intense way they did. Leo stood for a moment, content to just take him in: the athletic line of his shoulders, his perpetually-tan skin, his sharp jawline- the way he smiled nervously as two definitely tispy girls came through the event room doors and approached him, stumbling in their heels.

Leo groaned. “Oh, for Pete’s sake.” He tugged Finn’s hand firmly, dragging him along even when he let out a noise of surprise. “I can’t take you two anywhere.”

Finn was laughing softly as they cleared the last few feet between them and their husband shortly. One of the girls jumped a little when she saw them, taking a step back. “Uh. Hi.”

Leo smiled exaggeratedly. “Hi there.” He gestured with his head. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m just here to take my husband home.”

The second girl, the one who was standing closer to Logan, blinked hard in surprise. “Husband?”

Leo nodded curtly, still smiling. “Yes.” He sidestepped her and put his hands on Logan’s hips. He let his face relax a little bit as he met soft green eyes. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Soleil.” Logan looked tired, but amused, as he cupped the back of Leo’s head and stood on his tiptoes. “Ça va?”

Leo just craned his neck down to kiss him firmly. He could hear the girls behind him now moving on to Finn (honestly, what was Leo going to do with him?), but he let them down quickly enough. “Oh, no. You both seem kind, but they’re both my husbands, that I’m very much in love with. You got a ride home?”

Leo didn’t really pay attention after that. He was too focused on the heat of Logan’s body pressed against him, on the way it felt when he scratched his blunt nails across his scalp. Logan made a soft sound into Leo’s mouth before pulling away. He laughed lightly. “Mon coeur, ça va?”

“You’re mine,” Leo whispered. He felt a little frantic, high on adrenaline, and took a deep breath. “You’re mine.”

“Ouais, all yours.” He turned to face Finn, who had come to press against their sides. “And yours.”

Finn waggled his eyebrows and kissed Logan briefly. “Oo, yay, lucky me.” He wrapped an arm around each of their waists. “I sent them off with one of the waiters to call a cab. Got too deep in the margaritas, it seems.” He pressed his lips to each of their cheeks. “Home?”

“Yeah,” Leo nodded. “Let’s go home.” He huffed. “Then I can have you all to myself. I mean, what’s with all these people?”

That made Logan smile widely, teeth and all. He swayed into Leo’s hold. “You know, soleil, I like you jealous.”

“Yeah, now I’ve got two guard dogs for husbands,” Finn contributed. “I’m a lucky, lucky man.”

Leo rolled his eyes and blushed. “You’re my husbands, and I didn’t like people all over you. I’m not a guard dog.”

Finn nuzzled his cheek. “Woof woof, baby. C’mon. I remember saying something about going to bed. Big time cuddles, let’s go.”

Finn led them out of the restaurant, whistling softly as they headed down the stairs. Logan was holding tight to Leo’s hand. When they got to the bottom few steps, Logan stopped him with a tug. He was two steps above Leo, and this way Leo had to look up at him. He looked almost like a prince from a movie, with the restaurant lights and chandelier in the background, his smile soft and loving. Leo’s heart stopped at the sight of him. “You know, soleil,” Logan whispered, “that you’re the only ones for me.” He leaned down to press their foreheads together. “Toute ma vie.”

Leo let his eyes fall closed. “Oui. Toute ma vie.” He kissed Logan softly, and it felt like gentle electricity. “I love you.”

“Je t’aime, mon coeur.” 

“Hey, gorgeous husbands! Let’s go, it’s cuddle time.”

Leo felt Logan smile as he pressed one more kiss to Leo’s mouth. “Ouais. Coming.” He pulled away and kissed Leo’s hand gently. “Allez, soleil. We’ve got a sexy redhead waiting for us.”

“Damn right,” Finn said. He was waiting for them, opening the door with a flourish and his signature grin. “After you, babes. But I gotta warn you, there’s an exit fee.”

Leo stepped into his space. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Why, a true love’s kiss of course, from a prince. Or two, I’m not fussy.”

Leo complied, kissing him happily. “I love you.”

“Love you.” He hummed when Logan kissed him, too, then followed them out into the parking lot. “All right, you’re allowed through. But there’s an entrance fee to our apartment, too. And to the bedroom. And the living room and the kitchen. Actually, anywhere you go there’s an entrance fee, I’ve decided. No breaking the law.”

Logan and Leo smiled at each other. Leo took Logan’s hand in his right, and Finn’s in his left. A deep warmth settled in his chest. “Wouldn’t dream of it, honey,” he said to Finn, kissing the side of his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I was wondering if you could write anything to do with any of these:

Finn and Logan being obsessed with Leo’s legs

Finn and Leo being obsessed with Logan’s arms

Logan and leo being obsessed with Finn’s freckles and eyes

Just them being obsessed with each other in general😭 they are so in love I can’t stand it

Thank you so much! You’re a Saint <3

I am SO CLOSE to being back with my computer! I've been doing a lot of hiking, so not so much writing, but in 48 hours I will be up and running as normal. YIPPEE!!!!

This was one of those aska that was just so fun to write! I love all of your ideas, friends, keep 'em comin'. :)

Credits to @lumosinlove <3

Katie Dumais was getting too big, Logan thought. At ten years old, she was the spitting image of her dad, down to the practical pranks she played on her siblings. Adele found it amusing- Marc and Louis did not.

Ten was a big age, Logan decided. It was when kids stopped liking to be held, to be picked up, to hang out with their older siblings (blood related or not). Katie had given him and his boys a hard hug each when they arrived to her birthday party, but was now way more occupied with her friends where they were painting each other's nails on a picnic blanket in the Dumais’ backyard. Logan sighed, resting his head back against the Adirondack chair he was sitting on. He felt someone else sit in the chair beside him.

“This is making me feel old.”

Logan smiled at Sirius’ familar French and opened his eyes to look at him. “Ouais. I remember when she was little.”

“I remember when she was a newborn- I'd just moved in.”

Logan let out an amused snort. “Fuck, you must be feeling really old.”

“Allez, I'm not thirty quite yet.”

They laughed at each other for a brief moment. It felt good, to let go with Sirius again. Like it had been no time at all that they were on the same team, spending lots of free time together. They had so many fond memories together in the Dumais’ kitchen: meals shared, laughter, cleaning up the kitchen with Dumo. Logan loved the life he had now, with Finn and Leo, but there were times he wanted to be back there, young and clumsily moving through life. Being with Sirius in this moment felt like a different version of that, Logan supposed.

A presence joined them in the chair on Logan's other side. A cup with a drink in it appeared in front of his face. “For my Lo.”

Logan smiled and kissed Finn's cheek in thanks. “Merci.” He sipped it. “It's good.”

Finn patted his thigh. “Of course it is. I've made rum and coke for you for over a decade, I'm a master.”

“I wish Remus and I were good at mixing drinks,” Sirius said wistfully. “We always end up putting too much alcohol in it.”

Finn laughed around the sip he was taking from Logan's cup. “Well, if that's the goal, you're doing it right then.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Ouais, I guess.”

Finn nudged Logan's ear with his nose. “Heads up, some of Katie's friend have tiny siblings and they are all over Leo right now.”

Logan turned into him. Their noses were now brushing. “And what do you think of that?”

“Let's just say that, if I had ovaries, they would be bursting.”

Logan full-body laughed at that, hiding his face in Finn's shoulder. He could feel the smile Finn pressed into his forehead.

“What's so funny?” Remus asked. He and Cole had come to sit on Sirius’ other side.

Finn looked amused. “My ovaries.”

Remus just looked at him. “You don't have ovaries.”

“Well, not physical ones.”

Cole shook his head. “You're so fucking weird, O'Hara.”

Finn just shrugged. He took a sip of Logan's drink again, then suddenly sat up straighter. “Lo, look, look, look.”

Logan picked his head up to follow where Finn's finger was pointing to. Sure enough, Leo was surrounded by about half a dozen little kids, all definitely four or under, and they were playing what looked like a game of keep-away with a tiny soccer ball. A little girl was in the middle, laughing when Leo dangled the ball out in front of her, only to take it back. Eventually, he did let her get it, and went into the middle of the circle. He jogged slowly, exaggeratedly, as the kids passed it around to one another.

“Oh,” Remus said. He snorted lightly. “That's why your ovaries are exploding.”

Finn hummed. “Can you blame me?”

“He has no comment,” Sirius said, which made Remus just laugh.

Logan laced his fingers with Finn's on top of his thigh as they continued to watch. Leo looked happy, smile wide and white, a light sheen of sweat on his face from the hot summer sun. He was tall, too, dwarfing the small children around him. Logan let out a happy sigh. Finn kissed the side of his head. “He's going to be such a cute dad.”

Logan felt his chest warm. “Ouais. Ouais, he is.” He turned to kiss Finn properly on the mouth. “So are you. So sexy.”

Finn laughed a little breathlessly. “Stop that, you're getting me going,” he whispered.

“Maybe I want you to.” Logan leaned in closer with a smile. “Let's go to Dumo's bathroom again.”

Finn's ears were red and his eyes wide. Logan could tell he liked the idea, even if he wouldn't go through with it. “We can't do that, it's Katie's birthday.”

“She doesn't care about us,” Logan scoffed. “We're not cool enough anymore.”

Finn laughed and squeezed his hand. “Well, then, we can't because we're watching Leo play with tiny humans.”

“Oh, that's right.” Logan kissed Finn's cheek once more before turning with a sigh to look at Leo. “He's so tall.”

“Ugh, I know. Just look at his legs, Jesus Christ.”

Indeed, his legs were a sight to behold. They were lean and tan, the quad and hamstring muscles flexing and visible whenever he moved. His waist was slim, and he was tall, so shorts never ran long enough anyways, but Leo also preferred the eight-inch inseam, which left so much bare skin visible. Logan wanted to dig his teeth into the muscles of his inner thighs. 

Leo was still in the middle, not quite yet letting himself best the kids. But one of them kicked the ball a little too hard, and it was going to go flying into a food table on the other side of the yard. Leo acted quickly, extending his long- so long, Jesus Christ- leg out to block it with his foot. He fell to the ground, one leg tucked under him and his other completely extended, the entire limb touching the ground. He didn't even flinch.

“Geez,” Remus said. “That's so not fair.”

“How the hell does he do that?” Cole asked. “That's so not fair.”

“Oh, it so is,” Finn said. His cheeks were flushed. “I'm a big fan.”

“Ew,” Sirius said. “Stop being gross.”

Logan scoffed. “Let's tell Loops what you think about his arms.”

Remus looked at Sirius mischievously. “Oh yeah? You like my arms, baby?”

Sirius stuttered. “Mais- allez, but- I don't not like them.”

“Oh my God,” Cole said, hands covering his face. “I should not be privy to these conversations.”

Finn just settled back in his chair, amused, and sighed contentedly. “Oh, look, here he comes.”

Logan turned to find Leo walking up to them. He was smiling, still, and he stopped in front of them with his hands on his hips. “Hi.”

“Hi, baby,” Finn said. He was looking at Leo adoringly. “Having fun?”

“Yeah,” Leo nodded. “Dumo and the other parents said they could watch the kids in the pool, so they went to change into their swimsuits.” When they said nothing, still just looking at him, he furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“They're saying inappropriate things about you,” Cole said. 

Leo let out a confused laugh. “What?”

“Something about Finn's ovaries,” Sirius grumbled.

Leo blinked. “Excuse me? None of y'all have those.”

Finn leaned forward in his chair to cup the backs of Leo’s knees. “Figuratively, I do. C'mere, Le, sit.”

Leo hesitated, but he allowed himself to be pulled down and into straddling Finn's lap. Logan and Finn immediately put their hands on his thighs. “Why are you saying you have ovaries?”

Finn rolled his eyes. “They're figurative.” He kissed Leo quickly. “And they go crazy when I see you with kids.”

That got Leo to smile. “Yeah?”

Logan nodded. “Mhm, ouais. That and your legs.”

“Oo, yeah,” Finn said, rubbing his hands further up Leo's thighs. “Your flexible, flexible legs.”

Leo tisked and grabbed Finn's hands where they were making their way towards his butt and settled them further down towards his knees. “Stop that, there are children,” he chastised, but he was biting back a smile and blushing. 

“Mm,” Finn hummed, leaning in to bite at Leo's jaw. “Sexy, sexy legs.”

“Are you pretending you're not hearing this?” Remus asked. 

“Yes,” Cole said. “Oh my God, yes.”

“Rouge,” Logan scolded. “We don't want to make them uncomfortable.”

“Well, then,” Finn said. He let out a grunt and stood, hoisting Leo up underneath his thighs. “We will be taking this party elsewhere. Where’s the pool? Are there tiny children in it yet? We've got a change of clothes in the car.”

Leo was laughing. “Finn, no-”

But Finn was already off walking across the grass. He drew some eyes, a few surprised looks at first, but then Logan watched as people smiled as they watched Leo and Finn laughing, Leo's hands laced in Finn's hair. Logan bit his knuckle around a grin as he watched them go.

“Mon Dieu, that was painful,” Sirius said. “I don't even want to know what you're like behind closed doors.”

Logan raised his eyebrows at him. “Non, you don't.”

Sirius groaned and fell into Remus, who just kissed his head. “Baby, you set yourself up so well every time. You should have learned by now.”

“This is supposed to be a family friendly party,” Cole said. “How does it always turn out like this?”

Sirius glared at Logan. “Because the Cubs are dirty.”

Logan winked at him, which definitely didn't thwart his ideas, and stood to follow the sound of his boyfriends’ laughter. 

***

Finn loved Logan and Leo at parties. He loved the way that, when he himself wandered off to socialize, Logan automatically tucked himself into Leo's side, content to just watch as Leo charmed whoever he was speaking to with his wit and his smile and that special goodness that Finn and Logan adored. 

Tonight however, on the rooftop of a New York City bar, it seemed that Logan’s social battery had somehow activated itself.

He'd definitely had too much to drink- Finn could tell by the way his face flushed and by the way he every so often gripped Leo's jaw to bring him down into some kisses that would have been way too obscene during the day. But during the night, in the middle of summer, surrounded by other tipsy people- well, Finn, for one, was really enjoying the show.

“You know,” Natalie said from beside him at the bar. “I used to think that Logan was just a shy little grump.” Her eyebrows raised even higher when Logan took Leo's lip between his teeth, Leo shaking his head at him fondly with wide eyes when he pulled away. “But now I know that he’s a loud grump who needs just the right amount of tequila to bring him out of his shell.” She winced when Logan interrupted Leo talking to Alex to bring him down into another deep kiss. “Sheesh, maybe too much out of his shell.”

Finn smiled. “Yeah, those shots were not a good idea. I'm surprised he even did them.”

“I'm regretting buying him them.” Natalie rapped her knuckles on the bar top. “So, Freckle, how's it hangin'? Thanks for coming out with us tonight. Alex really needed to be taken for a walk.”

Finn laughed. “Yeah, we can't be inside for too long. What'd he do?”

Natalie counted off on her fingers. “Claimed he was bored, cleaned the kitchen, claimed he was bored again, cleaned the bathroom, baked brownies, fell asleep on Kasey for a weird twenty minutes, went for a run, claimed he was bored another time, then was tapping his fingers all through dinner when we were watching the Open.” She sighed. “And this was all by 5 p.m.”

“Huh,” Finn hummed. “To be fair to him, sounds like a pretty empty day.”

Natalie just looked at him, then rolled her eyes over to where the bar tender was coming with their drinks. “You boys are both crazy.” She thanked the bar tender, then picked up her tray. “C'mon. Maybe if we give them enough alcohol, they'll be too hung over to do anything tomorrow but sleep.”

Finn snorted, picking up his own tray. “Logan might. But us O'Haras have a fast metabolism.”

“Don't fucking remind me.”

They maneuvered their way around the other people slowly, careful not to spill anything. Finn had ordered Logan a water and Leo a Dark ‘n Stormy. He got himself a Manhatten; this late in the night, he was in a sipping mood. Plus, somebody had to be sober enough to get Logan home.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Alex said with a smile, accepting his drink and a kiss on the cheek from Natalie. “Thank you.” He turned to Finn. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes a little wild- he was definitely past tipsy. “Tremzy here challenged me to an arm wrestle.”

Finn looked to Kasey, who winced with a nod. Leo had his arms wrapped around Logan, keeping his arms contained in an obvious attempt to deter the idea with cuddling. By Logan’s excited, drunken grin, it was not exactly working.

“Al,” Finn said, eyeing his brother. “Are you sure? Logan doesn't really know his own strength when he’s-”

Alex waved him off with a determined look. “I've got this.” He took a sip of his drink and cracked his knuckles, leaning forward in Kasey’s hold, who had a hand on each of Alex’s hips from behind. Alex propped his elbow up on the table. “Let’s see what you got, Lolo.”

Logan scoffed. “That's not my name.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “C’mon.”

Leo looked at Finn with raised eyebrows. Finn sighed and took a step closer, cupping Logan’s face in his hands. “Please be careful with him. He's my older brother, and he's an ass, but I do love him.”

“Hey!”

Logan just giggled in the way he only did when he was intoxicated and leaned up to kiss Finn sloppily. “Ouais, I won't break him.”

Finn kissed his forehead. “Okay. Okay, show ‘em what you got, Tremblay.”

Logan and Finn switched places, Finn leaning back into Leo's chest and Logan taking a seat opposite Alex. 

“What did you get him?” Leo whispered. 

“Water,” Finn said. He brought Leo's hand up to his mouth and kissed it. “I really don't want to deal with a mega hungover Logan tomorrow.”

Leo snorted quietly. “He acts like the world's ending. Le, I want soup, please. Fish, I need a massage, allez.”

Finn grinned. “I promise I'll give you lots of nice kisses if you service me.”

They snickered quietly together, Leo hiding his face in Finn's shoulder. Alex and Logan, whose hands were clasped, looked at them. “Quoi?” Logan asked. “What's so funny?”

Finn patted the top of his head. “Nothing, baby, carry on.” He smiled at the laugh Leo let out against his neck.

Logan narrowed his eyes at them, then turned back to Alex, who was focused intently. “Kase, count off,” Alex slurred.

Kasey sighed from where he was sitting behind Alex, Natalie standing next to him and running her hands through his hair. “Okay,” he said exasperatedly. “Three, two, one, go!”

“Shit,” Leo said breathlessly in Finn's ear after a moment. “Maybe this was a good idea after all.”

Indeed, Finn was inclined to agree. Logan's sharp jaw was clenched in concentration, his slightly sweaty hair curling out and fanning over his ears. Finn followed a line down from his devastating green eyes to his shoulder and back, defined in the maroon shirt he was wearing, all the way down to his arm. His bicep was bulging in a way that was not helpful in a public setting, and the veins in his forearms showed distinctly through his skin. Finn bit his lip as his face flushed. Leo must have been feeling the same way, because he pressed lingering, open-mouthed kisses to the back of Finn's neck.

“Oh, baby,” Leo said hotly, quietly. “Look at those biceps.”

Finn nodded absentmindedly, gripping hard onto where Leo's forearms were wrapped around his waist. Leo had just flattened his palms, running a hand lower on Finn's abs down to the waistline of his shorts, when Alex let out a grunt as his arm fell limp on the table. 

“Allez!” Logan yelled, slapping the table with his hand.

Alex let out a defeated groan, covering his face with his hands as he fell heavily back onto Kasey's chest, Natalie carding a hand through his hair. “Fuck, that's not fair.”

“It's okay, hon,” Kasey reassured him with a kiss to his cheek. “You'll get him next time.”

Alex just groaned again.

Logan, however, stood up and moved right into Finn and Leo's space, grin a little victorious, definitely drunk, and very much in love. “Did you see?”

Leo laughed. “Yeah, honey, we saw. You beat him good.”

Logan hummed, reaching up to tug on Finn's hair. “Did you like what you saw?”

Finn guided Logan's hands down then rubbed possessively at his biceps. “Definitely. I'd like to record it next time, please, zoomed in on your arms. For alone-time material.”

Leo smacked his hip. “Since when have you ever done that alone since you started dating us?”

Finn bit back a smile and turned to kiss Leo's jaw. “You're so right, I've even got two of you.” He nosed under Leo's chin. “We can use it as material when we have alone time together while he's in New York.”

Leo sucked in a breath. Finn knew he'd got him. “That's a good point.”

Logan reached up again to grab at Finn's hand and draw his attention. “Allez, what material will I be getting, all alone in New York?”

Finn kissed him. “Anything you want, baby.”

That made Logan's eyes light up. “Ouais, then, I want a video of your hands on Leo's thighs.”

Finn nodded. “Oo, good choice. We can do that.” He reached around to pat the back of Leo’s thighs. “I love getting my hands on these sexy legs.”

Based on Logan's smile, Leo had rolled his eyes. “This is not appropriate for public consumption.”

“It sure as hell isn’t,” Finn said. He winked at Logan. “Our eyes only.”

Logan hummed happily. “Ouais, our eyes only.” He fell forward a little bit, distractedly running his hands through Finn’s hair. “I'm tired.”

Finn tilted his jaw down to bite at Logan's bicep. The muscle was firm under his teeth. “Let's finish these drinks, then we go home.”

Logan kissed him briefly. “What did you get me?”

“Water.”

Logan scoffed, letting his hands fall to his side and maneuvering to bully Finn out of the way so he could snuggle into Leo's chest. “You're no fun.”

Leo kissed his forehead appeasingly. “We are trying to avoid the hangover of the century tomorrow.”

Logan just sighed heavily.

After forcing Logan through the entire glass of water and sipping on their own drinks, Leo and Finn coaxed Logan into letting them guide him out of the bar. They waved goodbye to Natalie, Kasey, and Alex, the latter of whom was almost asleep and being half-carried by Kasey to stand up so they could leave themselves. Finn smacked his brother on the back, eliciting a huff, before tightening his other arm around Logan’s waist to help him down the stairs. Leo went in front of them, walking backwards and holding out his hands to support Logan as he wobbled.

“My Lord, honey, you are really drunk, aren't you?”

“Non,” Logan protested. “I'm not.”

“Okay, let me just let go of your hands then.”

Logan gripped Leo’s wrists tighter, his arms flexing. “Non, non, peanut, non.”

Leo just smiled fondly and bent to kiss Logan’s biceps. “C’mon, muscle man, let's go to bed.”

Finn laughed, and they helped Logan slowly down the stairs. When they got to the bottom, the lights of the noise and the city surrounding them, Finn couldn't help but push them both against the dark corner of a building, Logan stumbling a bit. 

“Merde, Fish, I'm gonna fall.”

“Nuh uh,” Finn said. He pressed his hands to Logan’s hips and kissed his mouth hard. “Not while I've got you. You and your sexy arms.”

Logan laughed, resting his head against the brick. He gazed at Leo, then at Finn, a sleepy smile on his face. “I love you.”

Leo smiled back and bent to kiss him. “Love you, sweetheart.” He tugged at Logan’s hand, blue eyes playfully meeting Logan’s own. Finn was so in love with them. “Alright, it's not too far to walk. Let's get you and your sexy biceps back home.”

***

Leo hummed quietly to himself as he puttered around the kitchen, placing the lid on the pot so the taco meat could simmer. He checked on the potatoes in the oven. They still weren't near done, but they definitely weren't as raw as they had been earlier. He sighed, glancing around. The guacamole was ready, and so was the crema and the pico de gallo. He covered the bowls with the beeswax wrap Regulus had got him for his birthday and placed them in the fridge to stay cool while the rest of the dinner cooked. 

He stretched, his back popping just as there was the scratching of keys in the lock. Logan walked through a few seconds later and smiled when he saw Leo. “Salut, soleil,” he said, toeing his sneakers off and sliding over to give Leo a kiss.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Leo wrapped him in a hug. “How's Sirius?”

“Good,” Logan sighed into Leo's neck. “Happy to not be an All Star again.”

Leo hummed happily into Logan's hair. “So are you. You get to come home.”

Logan made a content noise. “Where's rouge?”

“Reading in bed,” Leo said. He pulled back to hold onto Logan's hips with a smile. “He was tired after pickup yesterday and our long run this morning.”

Logan stepped on Leo's toes with a bashful smile. “And we had a late night.”

Leo nuzzled their noses. “That we did.” He tugged Logan's hand. “C'mon, let's go say hi.”

Leo held tightly to Logan's hand all the way to their bedroom. The door was opened just slightly, and there was just a reading light on. There wasn't any noise.

“Is he asleep?” Logan whispered, standing on his toes to peer over Leo’s shoulder.

Leo nodded. “I think so. We have to be so quiet.”

Logan hid his laugh in Leo's sweater-covered bicep. They stepped through as quietly as they could. Leo peered around the doorway and smiled. He felt Logan squeeze his hand.

Finn was uncharacteristically starfished on the bed, mouth open and sleeping soundly. He had a special talent for falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, but even this was extreme- he normally slept on his side. Now he was flat on his back with his arms over his head. The cuffs at the bottom of his sweatpants had ridden up, as well as his gray Harvard sweatshirt, exposing the trail of red hair at the bottom of his stomach. He'd kicked one of his fuzzy socks half off his foot.

Leo could feel Logan still giggling into his arm. “Très étrange.”

“Ouais,” Leo whispered. He squeezed Logan's hand and let go, approaching the bed. He and Logan laid down on either side, hovering over to just look at him. Leo touched his cheek lightly. “He has so many freckles, even in winter.”

Logan smiled down at Finn fondly. “Oui.” He pressed a silent kiss to Finn's cheek. “I think he has more now than he did in college.”

Leo turned to catch Logan's eye. “Yeah?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.” He gazed back down at Finn, smile still on his face. Leo loved how Logan looked at him. “I don't think I could count them all now.”

Leo got his knees under him. “Let's try.”

They counted, Leo pointing to each one and Logan saying the number in soft French with a hand stroking Finn's hair back. They grinned at one another every now and then, giggling, Logan giving Leo a kiss to keep him quiet. 

They'd gotten to freckle one hundred and seventy when Finn let out a little noise, making Leo laugh. Logan had hushed him, leaning across for a soft kiss. It was with their lips pressed together that they felt Finn's chest expand with a deep breath. “Whoa.”

Leo smiled against Logan's mouth and pulled away. Finn was staring at them with parted lips. Leo stroked his cheekbone. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Finn smiled lazily and stretched. “Don't stop on my account.”

Logan huffed out a breathless laugh and leaned down to kiss Finn on the mouth. “Salut, rouge.”

“Mm,” Finn said, reaching a hand up to rub up and down Logan's ribs. “Hi, baby. Good day?”

“Ouais,” Logan said softly. He settled himself on his stomach with his chin on Finn's chest. “Good nap?”

Finn nodded and let out a puff of air through his lips. “Yeah. Yikes, I was tired.”

Leo's laugh made them both look at him. “You were conked out, honey. I think that's the hardest I've ever seen you sleep.”

Finn's smile widened. “Enjoy the view?”

Leo shifted to hover over him more. Finn's eyes followed the line of his body. “Definitely.” He looked at Finn's eyes in the warm lamp light and softened. “Your eyes look so pretty.”

“You think?”

Logan shifted to look down at Finn's face, too. He grinned. “Oui, they do. Like they're- comment dit-on?” He looked at Leo with questioning eyes. “Fondre?”

Leo leaned over and kissed his cheek. “To melt. They look like they're melting.”

“Ouais, melting.”

Finn was looking at them both fondly. Leo swore that if Finn's eyes weren't actually melting, they'd make Leo melt. Now, they twinkled a bit, too. “I love the way you talk to each other.”

Logan hid his face sheepishly in Finn's neck. Finn rubbed up and down his ribs and looked up at Leo with a satisfied smile. Leo smiled back and leaned down to kiss him. “Rise and shine, sweetheart. Dinner's almost ready.”

Finn just wrapped his other arm around Leo's back and dragged him down to his chest next to Logan. “Five minutes.” He turned to look at Leo with a pout. “Please?”

How could Leo say no to those eyes? To the gorgeous, star-like freckles that lined the skin around them? 

“Okay. Five minutes.” He settled in against Finn's shoulder and reached his other hand out to scratch Logan's scalp, Logan humming contentedly. “But only five minutes. I worked hard on those taco bowls, and they will be spectacular.”

Finn laughed softly into Leo's hair. “I bet they will be. Your food always is.” He kissed Leo's curls. “Love you.”

“Love you,” Leo whispered. He pressed a kissed to Finn's shoulder and closed his eyes. “I love you.”