Can You Write Something About The Cubs Seeing Each Others Childhood Rooms/homes For The First Time?

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

Leo in eyeliner feat. Finnlo’s reaction

PLEASE HIS BABY BLUES WOULD LOOK SO GOODDDDD

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

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

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

Character credits to @lumosinlove

“Leo, Leo, come on!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan laughed against his mouth. “Good.”

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

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

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

Logan pouted. “Me, too.”

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

“But he’s so far.”

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

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

Thomas nudged him playfully and made an oo sound. 

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

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

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

“I’m excited.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh my goodness the home video of Finn was so precious if we see Leo or Logan’s home videos I could see Leo playing with one of those little toy kitchens 🥹🥹 or Logan being a clingy annoying baby brother to his sisters

This was a fun one, I have to say! Enjoy some French-speaking tiny Cubs!

Please keep sending me more prompts if you'd like!!!!

Credits to @lumosinlove <3

“All right,” Finn said. He slapped his hands on his knees and stood up from where he was knelt on the floor in front of his computer. “Should be all set.”

“Whose are we starting with?” Leo asked. He was resting with his back to Logan's chest, legs stretched along the length of the couch.

“Why, with our resident grump,” Finn said, which made Logan narrow his eyes. Finn winked at him and then lifted Leo's legs and sat down with them across his lap. Leo closed his eyes in satisfaction when Finn began to massage his ankles. “Sore, baby?”

Leo nodded. “Mmhm, thank you.” Logan kissed his curls.

After watching the O’Hara's home movies, Finn had made it a project to convert the tapes into digital movie files on a USB, which had been distributed to his parents and Alex. Since then it had become a project to do so for Logan and Leo, too. He'd asked their parents to send them boxes of the tapes and, after a few weeks, the USB drives were finally ready to be put in Finn's laptop and hooked up to their TV.

It had seemed like a good idea to end a date night. He’d taken them out to dinner at a new Turkish place near the park then had bought them ice cream while they'd sat in the grass and watched the sunset. 

Now, they were showered and in shorts and sweatshirts.  Logan had his hood of Leo’s Saints one pulled up, waves poking out the front, and Leo had his nose buried in the neckline of Finn's Harvard hockey hoodie. Finn smiled at them and brought Leo’s foot up to kiss his ankle.

Leo wrinkled his nose at him playfully. “Gross.”

“Nuh uh,” Finn said. “I love these ankles.” He ran a hand up Leo’s calf to his thigh. “And these legs.”

Leo kicked him lightly. Finn just kissed his ankle again. 

“Allez,” Logan said. “It's starting.”

Indeed, the video had loaded. The Tremblay's living room appeared on their television screen. Sydney and Aubrey were standing with their hockey bags and a backpack each. Iva asked them a question in French, and they responded excitedly.

“This is their first away hockey tournament,” Logan explained. “They were gone the whole weekend. Papa went, but Noelle and I had to stay home with Maman.”

Leo looked up at him. “Do you remember it?”

Logan rolled his eyes. His face was red. “Non. But I've heard this story a lot.”

Finn perked up and turned to the screen again. 

It seemed like the two older girls had finished their introduction. Marius was there, shuffling to the door. His face disappeared from the frame, only his shoulders and chest visible as he leaned in to give Iva a kiss goodbye. The camera then righted to show Noelle there, too, giving her older sisters a hug. She couldn't have been more than four or five. 

All of a sudden, from out of the frame, there was a yelp and a cry of a small child. A tiny Logan, dressed in only a pair of black briefs, came running into the frame. He was scrawny and small, his skin tan, even then. His hair was wild and wavy, lighter than it was now, and his face was red and scrunched up as he barreled into Sydney.

Sydney looked to her mother a little exasperatedly, speaking in rapid French. But she complied, picking Logan up and kissing his cheek. It seemed like she was trying to console him. Aubrey joined in, taking his hand and talking to him in a soothing voice. But he wasn't having any of it and continued crying.

Beside Finn, Leo laughed loudly. “Oh my God, you really are the baby of your family.”

Logan whacked his hip lightly. “I was two.”

Finn cooed. He kissed his hand and pressed it to Logan's forearm where it rested over Leo's stomach. “Little baby Lolo.”

Logan just huffed.

Back on the TV, Logan was now in Aubrey's arms as she kissed his cheek goodbye. She tickled his tummy and said something playful in French. He giggled and wrapped his arms around her neck to give her a big hug. Marius said something to her and she nodded, calling Noelle over. Noelle took Logan from Aubrey's arms and held him against her hip, even though he was almost as big as her.

The two older girls and Marius gathered their bags, waving goodbye to their siblings and mother with wide smiles. When Logan realized they were leaving, he burst into tears again, reaching out towards them.

“Non, Lolo,” Noelle said. She said something else that Finn didn't know and kissed his cheek. But he was still crying.

“Geez,” Finn said. “You'd think you'd have been dehydrated by now.”

Leo laughed and leaned up to kiss Logan's jaw. “You've always been such a sweetheart, huh?”

“Hm,” Logan hummed. “My sisters left me. It was traumatic.”

Leo snorted and wrapped Logan's arms tighter around him. He winked at Finn before saying, “I think you've just always been grumpy so you get affection.”

“Non.”

Finn laughed before a sound from the TV grabbed his attention again. 

Iva had panned over to one of the couches in the living room. Noelle and Logan were standing and looking out the window at where Finn knew their driveway was. Noelle looked at him and said something encouraging, demonstrating a wave. “Au revoir!” she said. “Lolo, au revoir!”

Logan stared at her for a moment before smiling and doing the same. He repeated the phrase and said something else, looking out the window to where, presumably, Marius and the girls were driving away. Noelle had a hand on his back and laughed at him, which made Iva laugh. Then, Noelle looked at her mother with wide eyes, said something, and hopped down from the couch and ran away. Logan saw her leave abruptly and stared after her for a second with wide green eyes before bursting into tears again. Iva tisked and said something before the camera went dark.

Leo was laughing, and even Logan looked resigned to being amused. Finn furrowed his brows and tugged on Leo's ankle. “What'd Noelle say?”

Leo laughed. “She'd forgotten to turn the TV off downstairs and left to go do it.” He looked up at Logan fondly. “He didn't like being ditched again.”

Logan sunk back into the cushions with a sheepish smile on his face. Finn bit his lip around his own grin.

“You know,” he said. “That's the same smile you've had since you were little.” He stood and went to kiss Logan's forehead. “My bashful baby.”

“You were very cute, honey,” Leo said. He turned to kiss Logan briefly. When he pulled away, he smiled gently. “Your eyes are the same color.”

Logan bumped their foreheads together lightly. “Merci.”

Finn took one last longing look at them before spinning to face the TV again. “Okay,” he said, dropping to a crouch. “Sunshine time?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. Finn heard the sound of him kissing Leo's cheeks. “Es-tu prêt, mon coeur?”

“Ugh,” Leo groaned. “Little me was so embarrassing.”

“What?” Finn asked as he looked for the file. He found it, clicked on it, and stood to face them again. He had his hands on his hips. “What do you mean?”

Leo shrugged and dipped his chin into his sweatshirt neck. “I don't know, I just- I was kind of cringey.”

Finn shook his head and took Leo's face in his hands. “I'm sure you were your bubbly, sunshine self,” he said, kissing Leo on the nose. “Who we love, by the way.”

“Oui,” Logan agreed. He reached up to squish Leo's cheeks. “We love you and your chubby cheeks.”

“Yeah, we've seen pictures,” Finn agreed, leaning down to kiss above Logan’s hands wetly a few times. “You and your cheeks and your cute little button nose.” He booped said nose before straightening. “Which is still the exact same, by the way.”

Leo blushed and sank further into his sweatshirt. “I love you.”

“Love you,” Finn said. He flopped back down onto the couch to rub Leo's ankles some more. “Here we go. The ‘Sunshine Show.’”

Leo kicked him again, and Finn just kissed his ankle once more.

The video opened pointing at the grass. Eloise muttered in French briefly before raising it. It showed the Knut's New Orleans backyard, shaded by trees. In the background was Wyatt, whistling at the grill. And in the foreground was-

“Oh Mon Dieu,” Logan laughed. “Of course it's you.”

In the foreground sat Leo, about three or four years old, because he didn't yet have the gray streak, playing with a large kitchen set. He was sitting in the grass in shorts and a T-shirt, the sun shining against his hair. He looked so similar to how he did now: bright blonde curls and crystal blue eyes; round, squishable face and button nose; long limbs that were gangly against his frame. He was even tall, for a young child. Finn hadn't been that tall until he was at least six. Every now and then he would look at his dad and get a determined look on his face. He stuck his tongue through his teeth and focused on the fake stove in front of him.

“Oh my God,” Finn said. He squeezed Leo’s calf excitedly. “Tongue.”

Leo laughed. “Yeah, my dad does it, too.”

“Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?” asked Eloise from behind the camera.

“I'm cookin’, mama!” Leo said. His accent was thick. “Like daddy!”

Eloise asked him something in French and Leo nodded, responding in kind, before grabbing something from the fake counter. He turned to her and beamed, holding out a fake plate with fake eggs and bacon.

“Merci, honey.”

“De rien!” Leo replied, then turned happily back to his kitchen. He was humming to himself as he puttered around.

Finn looked across the couch to find Leo burying his face further in his sweatshirt, face bright red. Logan caught Finn's eyes and smiled. He leaned down to whisper something in French in Leo's ear, which just made him flush even more and turn to hide his face in the crook of Logan's elbow. Logan laughed and wrapped him up closer, pressing a hard kiss to his curls. “Oh, mon soleil.”

In the video, Wyatt called something out in French. Eloise called something back and then zoomed in on Leo once more. He was still intently focusing on his toy.

“C'mon, sweetheart, daddy says dinner's ready.”

“But I'm cookin’, mama!”

Eloise crouched down, pointing the camera square in his face. “Daddy said that you can help cut the steak, honey, and make the herb butter to toast on the bread.”

Leo gasped, standing immediately, all long limbs and bouncy curls, and made a start towards the house. He stopped abruptly and came back to his kitchen set. He grabbed a couple of plastic baskets and began putting some of the pieces away. “I gotta clean first, mama.”

Eloise laughed fondly. “You can do that after dinner, honey, don't worry about it. I'll help you, then we'll make some strawberry shortcake.”

Leo beamed at her. “Merci, mama!” He ran forward and hugged her around her legs and waist before dashing towards the house once more. “I love you!” he called.

“I love you, too!” 

Eloise sighed happily behind the camera, following Leo with it until he opened the glass back door excitedly, calling out to his father in French. She finally turned it off after the door closed behind him.

Finn stood to shut his laptop, then turned to lay himself on top of Leo. He rested his chin on Leo's chest. Leo had his eyes closed and was hiding in Logan's arms still. Logan was biting his lip and trying not to laugh. He succeeded for a few moments before he made eye contact with Finn. They immediately burst out giggling, which grew louder until they were laughing so hard they were jostling Leo.

“Stop!” Leo whined. “It's so embarrassing.”

“Non, soleil,” Logan protested. He bent his neck to kiss along Leo's cheek. “Trop mignon.”

“The cutest little sunshine baby,” Finn agreed. He pressed his lips repeatedly to Leo's other cheek. Leo tried to hide his face again, but Finn could feel his cheeks raising into a smile under their lips. Finn pulled back to kiss him on the mouth, then Logan. “You both were so cute.” He scuffed Logan's head. “You were tiny.”

Logan stuck his tongue out. “Soleil was tall and gangly.”

“Hey, I didn't say anything, why am I being dragged into this?”

Logan kissed his head. “Désolé, mon amour. You were a very cute gangly boy.”

Leo snorted. “I'll take your word for it, cry baby.”

“Va te faire.”

Finn barked out a laugh. “Baby, I love you, but your sisters left for a weekend and you had a meltdown.” He brushed Logan's hair back from his face. “You've always been a more sensitive thing than you let on.”

Logan just kissed his wrist. “Je t'aime.”

Finn smiled and let his weight go, snuggling into Leo's chest. “I vote for mandatory cuddle time.” 

Leo laughed and rubbed a palm up and down his back. “Now who's the demanding one?”

“Mm,” Finn hummed. “I have my moments.” He yawned. “Sleep.”

Leo shuddered. “Okay, the Logan impression is getting scarily good.”

“Yeah, c'mon, man, stop stealing my thunder.”

Leo threw his head back and laughed with his whole body at Logan's imitation of Finn. “Oh my God, you both are so weird.”

Logan let out a little satisfied sound and kissed Leo's neck. “Sleep. For a little while.”

“Okay,” Leo said. Finn felt him shift a bit to get comfortable. “Okay, sleep.”

“Tomorrow, though,” Finn said. “We watch more home videos. It's supposed to rain.”

“Whatever you want, mon amour,” Logan whispered. His and Leo's breathing had evened out. “Anything you want.”

Finn closed his eyes and snuggled further into the warmth. 

All credits to @lumosinlove !! Let's be honest, Finn really would be a stellar English teacher.

Finn had crossed off half of the names on the list when Logan came back from making them each a cup of tea in the kitchen. He snuggled up to Logan’s side, pulling his arm around his shoulder. “I just don’t know,” he said.

Logan leaned down and kissed his head. “What don’t you know?”

Finn breathed heavily. “I just- I just don’t know which ones I should apply to. They’re all such good schools.”

“Ouais,” Logan responded. “They are, so why don’t you apply to all of them?” He glanced at the notebook in Finn’s hand. “Only six left, that’s reasonable, oui?”

Finn chewed his lip, face heating up a little bit. “No, it’s not that. Like, they are good schools, and I would be lucky to get into any. Just, what if- what if I’m not…”

Logan brought his hand up to cup his jaw and turn his face to look in his eyes. “What if you’re not what, mon rouge?”

Finn tried to drop his gaze from Logan’s, but Logan held his jaw firmer, his pinky tracing Finn’s neck. Normally, this sort of touch would have him kissing Logan soundly on the mouth, hand working his way to grip the fleur-de-lis tattoo on Logan’s hip, but now he just resigned himself to sighing and collapsing a little in Logan’s hold. “What if I’m not good enough?”

Logan look taken aback, to Finn’s surprise. “What? Not good enough?” He shook his head hard, eyes firm but loving. “Non, you’re so good. Finn-”

“I know, I know. I know I’m good. Or at least,” he licked his lips. “I was good. I got good grades, at Harvard, but it’s been a few years. And I would be getting my Master’s from another good school, part-time, while still playing hockey.”

Logan looked confused. “Ouais, but I thought that you wanted to start studying again as you start thinking about…” He paused, looking Finn’s face up and down. “...stopping.”

None of them could say the word retirement, or at least not Logan and Finn. Logan still had a few seasons left, and Leo certainly did, but Finn- Finn loved hockey, but he kept getting injured. He broke his collar bone again last season in October, and had had two close concussion calls once again within his first four weeks back after being on injured reserve. After the second one, he had clutched Leo’s sweatshirt in the TD Garden PT room, a little desperate, as Leo held him tightly. “I don’t want another one, Le. I don’t want my brain to hurt anymore.”

Leo had just kissed the top of his head, stroked his back. “Okay, sweetheart. That’s okay, we can do something about that.”

Later that night, while video chatting an anxious Logan in their hotel room, Finn had started to cry into Leo’s chest when he suggested that, maybe, the following season would be his last. 

“I didn’t really realize that it was a fear before now,” he had said. “But I don’t want to keep damaging my brain. It- it was harder to start reading after the last one, and I don’t want to stop reading. I don't-” His breath had hitched, and Leo just wrapped him closer in the blankets. “I don’t want to not be smart. I want to read to you without struggling, and I want to not have anymore setbacks, and I think that… I think that I want to teach.”

Unexpectedly, that had made Logan smile from the iPad screen. “Oh, mon rouge.” His head tilted, gaze adoring, as he watched Leo press his lips to Finn’s hair. “You’ll be such a good teacher.”

And here he was, applying for online English Lit Master’s programs to start part-time during his final season, and hopefully after he completed that he would go get his teaching certificate. He’d always imagine teaching high school. They were old enough to argue, but not too old that they were set in their ways. The world was still their oyster, with lots of room to grow. After all, Finn knew he definitely wasn’t the same person he was in high school.

“Rouge,” Logan started, interrupting his daydreaming. “Are you sure you want to do this now? Maybe we wait to do this until after next season.”

Finn shook his head. “No, no I want to do it now. I want it right in front of me.” He shuddered a breath. “I want something to look forward to, to motivate me to stay safe, I guess.”

Logan hummed, guiding Finn’s head to his chest and picking up his hand, where his wedding band was. He traced the rose-gold metal of one of his engagement rings, the one Leo had given him; Logan’s was slightly cool on the skin of his chest. Finn rotated between which one he wore with his wedding band every day on his hand, but put all three rings on the necklace when he went out to play, tucked under his jersey and close to his heart. Every time during warm-ups when the Lions played the Rangers, he caught Logan’s eye, lifted the chain from its place on his skin, and kissed it. Logan did the same with his two rings, his wedding ring and the engagement ring Leo had given him. And then, like clockwork, they’d each replace their rings, tucked safe under their jerseys, and turn to look at Leo, who was always watching them. Leo didn’t often like to wear a chain under his bulky padding, but he always pointed two fingers at his eyes, then at Logan’s, and back to his own, smiling cheekily. Finn loved watching them, even if he wished they were still playing together. 

Today, he just watched Logan’s capable fingers trace the star designs in his ring, collecting his thoughts carefully before speaking again. “I think I’m more worried about the fact that I won’t be- academically capable of keeping up with college again. It’s not the work load, it’s just- what if I’m not smart any more?”

A scoff sounded behind them. Finn hadn’t even noticed Leo had come from the kitchen, where he’d been working on their dinner. His curls were tighter with the Gryffindor summer humidity and heat of the stove, Finn supposed. He raised his eyebrows expectantly at them and he crossed in front of the couch, leaving a kiss on Logan’s forehead before settling down on Finn’s other side and throwing his arm around the back of them both. “What do you mean ‘you’re not smart anymore’? You’re the smartest person I know, sweetheart.”

“Ouais, rouge,” Logan agreed. “Si intelligent.”

Finn rolled his eyes, but he was smiling a bit. “Well, of course you think that. You’re obligated to.” He lifted his hand, flashing his rings at them. 

Leo snorted. “You know well enough by now that if you were bad at something, honey, I’d tell you.

Finn just flopped his head onto Leo’s shoulder. “Hmph.”

Logan lifted the hand that had been around Finn’s shoulder and reached up to play with Leo’s hair, scratching his scalp. “Le’s right, mon couer. You’ll be just fine. You still read all the time, and we have boxes of your essays in our closet. You can reread them if you need to, to help.” He brought his nose down to nudge at Finn’s temple. “You know, I always thought you looked so sexy when you got all dressed up to go give a presentation in college.”

Leo let out a happy breath, his nose scrunching. “Hey, when you start working in a high school, will you buy some hot teacher outfits?”

That had Finn laughing. “Oh God, that’s so bad.”

Leo shrugged. “Hey, all I’m saying is that if you were my English teacher, I’d never get anything done.” He brought his mouth to Finn’s ear and spoke lowly. “And I love English class.”

Logan smiled at him over Finn’s head, grin sharp. “Ouais, you do.”

Finn groaned, wiggling himself further between them and into the couch cushions. “All right, I get the point. I’m being silly.”

“Non,” Logan said. “You’re just thinking too hard.” He rapped his knuckles on Finn’s head lightly, and Finn just nudged him gently, then pulled him right back to where he was. 

“Okay,” Finn said, sitting up slightly. “NYU. Wisconsin. BU, BC, Umass Amherst, and…” He thought briefly, pencil circling each school as he said them out loud. “Michigan.”

Leo kissed his forehead. “Proud of you, baby.”

“Me, too, rouge.”

“Thank you,” Finn said, squinting as they squished his cheeks with their kisses, still smiling even if it was difficult with their lips all over him. There could be bigger problems, though. “I love you both.”

“Love you, sweetheart.”

“J’taime.”

With a few more kisses each, they pulled away. Logan leaned over Finn’s head, now back to slumping on his chest, to kiss Leo, who pulled away to look at them briefly. “All right, now it’s supper time. C’mon, I made chili cause it’s raining and it’s cold today.”

Logan shook his head. “Non, soleil, it’s not cold.”

Leo shivered, wrapping his arms around himself. Years living in Gryffindor, and his body couldn’t shake off the yearning to be in the New Orleans heat. “Colder, at least than it has been the past few weeks this summer. I even made seasoned rice, and some of my mama’s zucchini bread for dessert.”

Both Finn and Logan perked up at that, and Leo laughed as they hastily got off the couch, a tangle of limbs and slight grunts. Finn set his notebook down and kissed each of them firmly before attempting Leo’s accent. “You heard the man, y’all, it’s supper time.”

Leo rolled his eyes, but took his hand and accepted Logan’s arms around his waist as they shuffled into the kitchen to plate their food.

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

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

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

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

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

Like right now.

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

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

Leo shook his head. “Oh, no, mama-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo bit his lip. “Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soooooo, gender-bent Cubs? As a WLW, I LOVE WLW Cubs AUs, and figured we needed more of them.

Enjoy Finn being VERY obsessed with her girlfriends- but would we really expect anything less from our favorite resident red-head?

GO BOSTON FLEET RAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Whoa-ho, there, Tremblay. Hey there, hot stuff.”

Logan jumped at Finn’s smack to her ass from where she was bent over putting on her skates. She turned around to glare daggers. “Finn-”

Finn grabbed her waist and brought her close, smile sharp. “You can’t bend over like that and expect me not to take advantage.”

Logan rolled her eyes but reached her hands up to tug at Finn’s hair. She had cut it for the season and it fell just to her jaw in light waves. Leo had done two French braids that morning to keep the face-framing pieces out of her eyes, but there was still enough loose for Logan to grip. “We’re in the locker room.”

Finn just leaned down and kissed her. “I can’t help that your ass is incredible always. Le’s, too. I’m a very lucky girl.”

“Hm?” Leo asked, walking by in her compression shirt in leggings. She hadn’t put her pads on yet. She leaned against their sides and wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist. “What’d you say, honey?”

“That I love you,” Finn said, but her eyes were twinkling. 

Leo narrowed her eyes. “No you didn’t.”

Finn shrugged. “Believe what you want, baby.” But as she walked to her stall to suit up, she gave Leo’s ass a squeeze with two hands.

“Fish,” Leo gasped. She looked down at Logan, her face bright red. “She was talking about my ass, wasn’t she?”

Logan smiled and leaned up to kiss her. “Ouais.” Logan leaned against Leo’s chest. “It’s a very nice ass, soleil.”

Leo snorted. “Yours, too, sweetheart.”

***

“Shit, Knut, you’re a fucking wall today,” Tabby Walker said, panting. “What the hell.”

Leo just smiled and pushed up her mask. “Sorry, Talky.” She squirted water into her mouth as Tabby came up to tap her stick against Leo’s pads.

“You’re gonna be hot tomorrow against Minnesota, baby, I can feel it.”

Leo laughed. “You think?”

“Yeah,” Tabby replied. “Red hot.”

“Hey!” Finn’s voice came. “You can’t call Leo hot!”

Finn and Logan were finishing up stick handling drills with the other forwards at the other end of the ice. They were helping to pick up the cones that they used sometimes when they interrupted Leo and Tabby. Finn handed hers to Logan, who was laughing, and skated over.

She stopped right beside Leo and looked to Tabby. “What’re you doing calling my Leo hot?”

Leo raised her eyebrows. “She also called me baby.”

Finn just pouted. “Walky Talky.”

Tabby slugged Finn in the shoulder gently. “She can’t help the heat, dude. She went full splits, I didn’t have a chance.” She jerked her chin and gave Leo a fist bump. “I’m off, lovebirds.” She turned to Leo and winked cheekily. “Later, Nutty.”

Leo winked back even as Finn made a desperate little whine. “Leo.”

Giggling, Leo turned back to Finn. “Sweetheart, you’re so easy.”

“I can’t help that I’m dating two goddesses. You can do the splits, for crying out loud.” She crossed her arms. “And ‘baby’ is a privilege reserved for me.” 

Leo rolled her eyes with a small smile. “You’re so difficult.” But she kissed Finn’s helmet. “I love you.”

Finn preened under the attention. “Lucky me.”

“Oui, lucky you,” Leo replied. “And if it makes you feel better, Talky calls everybody hot.” She smirked. “Especially Logan’s sister.”

Finn laughed. “Noelle’s a lucky one.”

“Hm,” Leo said, turning to her net. “She is. C’mon, Finnley, help me get my stuff to the locker room so we can go. Vodka chicken’s on the menu tonight.”

“Let’s fucking go,” Finn said, pumping her fists. She grabbed Leo’s water bottle. “Fucking love your vodka chicken.” She looked up to where Logan and Sirius were having what looking like a shooting contest on Kasey at the other end. “Hey Tremblay! Let’s go! Got vodka chicken for dinner tonight.”

Logan looked up at that, and said something to Sirius before skating away. She approached her girlfriends with a smile. “Ouais, let’s go.”

Leo nodded towards the other end of the ice. “Having fun?”

Logan smiled. “Oui, just doing a shooting competition with Cap.” She turned her head slightly and raised her voice. “Which I won!”

“Non!” Sirius yelled back. “Non, tu n'as pas gagné!”

Logan rolled her eyes, turning back. “I so did.”

Finn just threw her arm around her. “Let’s go. Vodka chicken time.”

The locker room was rowdy as it always was after practice, the adrenaline having yet to wear off. Leo shook her curls out of their low ponytail and fluffed it up from her scalp. It was getting long now- she’d have to cut it soon so it wouldn’t overheat the back of her neck, especially as they were getting deeper into the season. They were on a winning streak, and the Boston crowd was expecting big things from the Fleet.

She felt a tug on a lock of hair and arms wrapping around her waist from behind. Logan squeezed her briefly before coming around to face her. “Ca va?”

Leo nodded, placing a kiss between her two Dutch braids. There were pieces that had come loose. Leo thought that Logan always looked so gorgeous after practice, her face warm and her dark hair a little mussed. The messy braid look really suited her. 

“Ouais,” Leo said. She continued in French. “How much longer do you need?”

Logan kissed her collarbone. “Twenty minutes. Gotta shower real quick, then we can go home.”

Leo nodded, stripping off to follow Logan into the showers. Logan led her to the ones on the other side of the wall that divided the shower room, where Finn already was under her own nozzle. There wasn’t anybody else, and she lit up at the sight of them. “Oh boy.” She not-so-subtely peeked around at Leo and Logan’s backsides. “Yup, I don’t regret a thing.”

Leo turned bright red and Logan laughed, leaning up to kiss her cheek before turning on two nozzles for them. “Later, Harz.”

Finn smiled, eyes happy and with that sharp look that she sometimes got. “Hot stuff, Tremblay.”

Logan turned her face up to the spray, careful to not get her braids too wet. “You can’t call me that.” She peeked out mischievously. “Only Talker can.”

Finn spluttered and Leo laughed loudly. When Logan turned to look, Finn’s ears were red and she looked like the was struggling to maintain composure, which just made Logan smirk and close her eyes.

“Nuh-uh,” Finn complained. “Nope, nope, no more.” She flicked water at them both. “Not funny.”

Leo just reached over to grab her hand and kiss it. “Love you, sweetheart.” Finn put on her sad eyes and Leo snorted. “Say it back, you goof.”

Finn’s eyes narrowed. 

Leo bit her lip around a smile and turned towards her own shower. “Fine. No vodka chicken for you.”

Finn gasped. “You don’t mean that.”

Logan hummed. “Ouais. Le and I will eat it all.”

“No, nope,” Finn said. She stepped up behind Leo and pressed a kiss to her shoulder before reaching out to tug Logan over. Surprised, Logan came with a slight yelp, slipping a little on the floor. But before she could chastise, Finn kissed her soundly. “Love you, love you, love you.”

Leo looked over her shoulder to see Logan’s green eyes looking up through dark lashes. She was smiling softly. “Je t’aime.” She looked to Leo and her smile grew. “Je t’aime, soleil.”

“I love you,” Leo said, leaning in for a brief kiss. “But let’s get a move on.” She reached for the soap. “I’m fucking starving and you two are stalling me.”

And with a light smack to each of their asses, Finn went back to her own shower, laughing at her girlfriends’ twin gasps. 

Finn O'Hara really was a very lucky girl

I know I’m vaincre Finn and Logan seem to already know about Leo’s past with jack archer but I don’t remember him telling them so I MUST ask you, how do you think they found out ? How do you think that conversation went? I LOVE UR WORK THANK U FOR WRITING DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE THIS

I love when your asks give me writing prompts! I can't promise I will get to all of them right away, but keep them coming!

Enjoy Leo being the town-favorite NOLA sweetheart that he is, Logan falling in love with butterscotch cookies, Finn being, once again, obsessed with his boys, and Eloise Knut being Mom of the Year.

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo ushered Finn and Logan through the front door, all sweaty from their evening, post-dinner run. They were bickering over who won the sprint back to the house, a little out of breath, and Leo pinched each of their hips to remind them to take off their shoes before walking through towards the kitchen. A familiar, sweet smell hung in the air and he followed his nose to find his mother standing near the oven. 

“Hi boys,” Eloise said, smiling. “How was your run?”

“Good, mama,” Leo replied. He kissed her cheek. “You baking?”

But before she could reply, there was a thump and Logan stumbled in from taking his sneakers off, nose tilted up. “What smells so good?”

Finn snorted from behind him. “Nice manners, Tremblay.”

Logan rolled his eyes playfully. “Salut, Eloise. It smells good in here.” 

Eloise just waved him off with a laugh. “Thanks, Logan, honey. Just making some butterscotch cookies. Not an approved post-run meal, but you’re on vacation time, so I figured an exception could be made for one night.”

“Definitely,” Finn said. “Thanks for feeding Logan’s sweet tooth this week- those bulk sour strips are getting expensive.” 

Logan just shoved him gently. “Mais, non. Leo makes me sweet stuff now.” 

Leo would never get tired of the way they looked in his home’s kitchen, laughing and joking with his parents. Eloise eyes were bright as she turned to smile at Leo; she saw right through him always. “Well,” she said. “I taught him well then.” She went over to the fridge. “I must’ve done an exceptional job, too, because he’s not only got one but two lovely boyfriends.”

“Don’t pretend you weren’t already a fan, especially of Tremblay,” Wyatt said as he entered the kitchen and kissed her cheek. “He was always your favorite.”

“Ouch, Eloise,” Finn said, a hand over his heart in a wounded gesture.

“Oh, hush,” Eloise said. She wasn’t even embarrassed, just amused. “Leo, sweetheart, grab the pitcher from the fridge and some glasses? I made some decaf cold-brew. Wyatt, there’s milk in the fridge and I just restocked the sugar bowl.”

“We can help,” Logan said.

Eloise just shooed them away with her hands. “No, you boys go sit out back. Leo and Wyatt have got it.”

Leo and Wyatt both sent her an exasperated, but fond, look, and set about gathering the pitcher and glasses. Leo loved when his mother did this- she was a good hostess always, but he especially loved it in the summer when she would make homemade iced tea and coffee for the ever-rotating guests that would be over in their backyard. Leo and his father always set up and cleaned up so she could just enjoy the company of their friends, and had been for as long as Leo could remember. Sometimes, too, Wyatt would grill some sausages and they’d have late night sandwiches with their neighbours, or just the three of them. Leo didn’t realize how much he’d missed his hometown during his rookie year, especially after getting together with his boys. But this week had been spent going to all his old haunts after his Cup parade: his cove, his old gym, the nice sundae place he and his dad frequented, the market where the blues guitarist played. He had been bringing Mr. Jones baked goods at that market every week for as long as he could remember, and it had felt so good to do so again. Mr. Jones had seen him today, walking up with Finn and Logan and a container of zucchini bread, and had smiled so wide it had almost made Leo cry. 

“My boy,” he had said, hugging Leo briefly over his guitar. “What’ll it be today? Any requests?”

Finn had actually answered, with his signature grin. “Any B.B. King?”

Leo had almost melted right through the ground.

Later, they’d stopped by briefly to visit his old hockey coach, who ran youth summer camps at Leo’s old rink. Mrs. Auclair had let out a loud shout, and then a small gasp at Finn and Logan beside her. “My sweet boy,” she’d said in French. Leo had missed her Cajun accent. “You gotta warn me next time so I don’t get starstruck!”

To Leo’s surprise, Logan had laughed and made a comeback in French, much to her amusement. When she’d asked Finn something in French, he’d hesitated, which in turn made her laugh and switch to English. They’d immediately started a conversation, mindful of the little eyes on the ice that were skating around, and Leo had felt so happy in that moment that the bittersweet feeling of being back home had started to fade and transform into sunshiney, bone-deep warmth.  

Now, he and his dad brought out a plate of cookies and the iced coffee to their glass table outside. Logan and Finn were sitting close on two of the wooden chairs, old and well-loved, Finn running a hand through Logan’s sweaty hair. When they saw Leo, they both looked up and their smiles widened. Leo still didn’t really know what to do with that, only knew that it made him feel better than anything ever had. 

“Hi, nutter-butter,” Finn said as Leo bent and set the tray down. “Need any help?”

Leo shook his head and accepted Finn’s kiss on his forehead. “No, thanks. You want some iced coffee?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He shifted to sit up straighter. “Merci, mon coeur.”

Leo smiled and poured two glasses of the dark liquid, adding a dash of milk to Finn’s and lots of milk and sugar to Logan’s. He heard a whistle from behind him. “Damn,” Wyatt said. “Is there even any coffee in that?”

Logan flushed and Finn laughed. “I’ve been saying that for years. The sweet tooth is incurable.” Finn held his up. “Mine, however, is perfectly balanced. Not too strong, and not too weak, like Mr. Sugar Bomb’s over here.”

Logan grumbled under his breath and Wyatt winked at Leo with a smile. Leo blushed slightly, but poured some for himself and his parents and sat down as Wyatt placed the tray of cookies on the table. Eloise followed, her blonde curls bouncing on top of her head. “How are we, boys?”

“Good,” Finn said. “Thanks so much, Eloise. These look so good.”

She looked pleased. “Help yourselves, honeys.”

Logan immediately reached for a cookie and moaned when he took a bite. His eyes closed and he nodded repeatedly making Leo chuckle. “Ouais,” he said after swallowing. He looked at Eloise. “These are really good. Can we have the recipe?”

Leo snorted. “You mean can she give me the recipe? You can’t bake, sweetheart.”

Logan patted his thigh, already reaching for another cookie. “Ouais, that’s what I meant.”

Leo rolled his eyes but kissed the top of his head. “I’ll take a picture from mama’s recipe book.” He looked to Eloise. “If that’s okay?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” she said. She took a sip from her iced coffee. “You know, it’s been a while since I made these. I used to make them all the time for your team, remember, sweetheart? The iced coffee, too, and sweet tea. Lord, Wyatt and I used to bring those plastic baseball coolers, didn’t we? The ones with the spouts.”

“Iced tea? At a hockey game?” Finn asked, amused.

“Yeah,” Leo replied with a shrug. “People really loved it. Buses and stuff used to get hot.” He grimaced. “It was awful playing a full game of hockey and then stepping out into the humid air, too.”

“I’m just impressed you had that many kids wanting to play hockey here,” Finn said. He had an arm around Logan in between them and was stroking Leo’s shoulder with his hand. “It just doesn’t seem, like…”

“Like a hockey town?” Wyatt supplied. Finn nodded. “Not really, but in the city you can find everything.” He jerked his head to Leo. “We just got lucky Le had such a good coach and a talented group of kids the years he played.”

Logan turned to look at Leo, swallowing another bite of cookie. “Did any of your other teammates make it to the NHL, Le?”

Leo looked up abruptly from where he had been picking up a cookie. His mother’s eyes were already on him, careful and watching. She was frowning slightly, her lips pursed, but didn’t say anything. He flicked his eyes across to Finn, who had furrowed his brow, and finally landed his gaze on Logan, who looked like he was going to shy away a little. Leo put a hand on his thigh and squeezed before turning to pick up his coffee again. 

“Yeah,” he said. “A couple. But I don’t- we don’t really keep in touch anymore.” He took a bite of cookie and straightened with a small smile. “That’s okay though. I like the Lions better anyway.”

Finn squeezed his shoulder gently, but when Leo turned to look at him he was smiling. “Well, I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

That made them all laugh and Leo listed into Logan’s side a little, feeling the texture of his ribs through his shirt. He felt a little lighter, but when he looked across the table he could see his mother’s eyes still watching him and swallowed. 

***

Later, when he was finishing drying up the dishes, his mother walked in through the back door and gently closed it behind her. Wyatt and his boys were still outside and chatting, laughing. Leo had placed a kiss on Finn and Logan’s foreheads and had come inside to begin cleaning. He just needed a moment, and they seemed to recognize it, following him with their soft gazes as he’d carried the plates, cups, and pitcher inside. 

His mother came up beside him and took a plate from his hands to put in a cabinet. “You alright, sweetheart?” she whispered gently in French. He’d missed the way her voice curved around the vowels, so different from Logan’s and Pascal’s and Sirius’. 

“I’m okay,” he said, but his voice was soft.

She bit her lip. “Do they know about…?”

Leo shook his head. “No. No, I- I haven’t told them yet. Hasn’t come up.”

She grasped onto his biceps to turn him towards her. He was stronger than her, much taller, too, but she had always been good at making him feel held and surrounded. “I think you should, honey.”

Leo nodded and felt his eyes sting. “I know. I know, I should, mama, but- I don’t want to make them feel guilty-”

“Why would they feel guilty?” she asked, brows furrowed.

Leo breathed shakily. “Because… he wanted to hide, and I didn’t. And now, with them, we…”

“You feel like you’re hiding?” Eloise asked gently. When Leo nodded, she tisked her tongue and reached up to bring his down into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist. She was warm and strong, as always, and he hoped he always felt this safe in her arms. “Oh, honey.” She stroked his hair. “There is a difference between not coming out to the world because you’re not ready, and hiding from each other.” She pulled back to grab his face between her two palms. “You’re boys don’t hide from you, Leo. Not like him. They’re not like him. So don’t hide from them, honey. They love you so much.”

“Yeah,” Leo said. He was nervous, and a bit sad, but he still smiled when he thought of them. “Yeah, they do.”

“I love you, honey,” his mother said, pulling him into another hard hug. “I love you so much. All I want is for you to be happy, and they make you so happy. That’s all I could ask for my sweet boy. And I know I don’t know… everything about what happened, but they should.” She stroked a hand slowly through his hair and said her next words quietly. “They’ll listen, I know they will. They deserve you sweetheart.” She kissed his cheek. “And when you’re all ready, you can tell people. But it doesn’t mean that you’re hiding right now.”

As if on cue, the back door opened. Leo watched over his mother’s shoulder as Finn and Logan walked in, looking at him with careful eyes. With a last squeeze, his mother pulled away. “I’m going to go join Wyatt out back.” She smiled softly at Leo. “Good night, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you, mama,” Leo whispered and leaned down to kiss her cheek. 

She winked at him and turned around, placing a hand on each of his boys and giving their arms a squeeze. “Night, boys.”

“Bonne nuit, Eloise,” Logan said softly.

They both watched her as she closed the back door behind her, then turned to Leo. Finn walked up and took his hand. “Le?”

Leo just squeezed his hand, then reached his other one out for Logan’s. He smiled at them both. “Shower?”

Logan leaned up to kiss him softly. “Ouais.”

Leo tried not to be quiet in the shower, he really did. Finn and Logan didn’t ask any questions, just washed his hair and body gently. Logan tucked himself under Leo’s chin when they wrapped themselves in towels, and Finn gently handed them each a pair of boxers with a kiss to each of their cheeks. Leo stayed in the bathroom a moment longer, combing through his curls with some cream and gathering his breath. To his own surprise, he looked calm on the outside. His mother was right, he supposed. His boys loved him, they listened to him, they never judged- what reason would he have to be nervous? 

He took a deep breath and shook out his hair lightly, squeezing it gently with the microfiber towel his mother had given him a few years ago. He felt arms wrap gently around him, and he looked back to see Logan staring up at him with his devastating green eyes. He pressed a kiss to Leo’s spine. “Ça va?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, let me finish with my hair. I’ll join you in a minute.”

But Logan didn’t move, still a warm weight against Leo’s back. Leo smiled at himself in the mirror. A barnacle, that one.

When he finished, he turned around to face Logan. “Tired, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded with his face squished into Leo’s chest. “Ouais. The heat makes me sleepy.”

Leo laughed. “Can’t make fun of me for not liking the cold in the winter anymore, can you?”

“Non, I still can,” Logan grumbled, but he was smiling softly. 

He moved his arms to loop around Leo’s neck and looked up at him expectantly. Leo snorted, but grabbed him under his thighs to hoist him up and wrap his legs around his waist. Logan was heavier than he looked, all thick muscle, but Leo supported him easily and ran a hand up and down his back. He bit at Logan’s shoulder. “You’re so strong and sexy. Just want to eat you.”

Logan laughed in his ear. He pulled back slightly to bite at Leo’s shoulder as well. “You, too.”

Leo kissed his neck with a smile and walked into his bedroom. Finn was already sat up in bed with his glasses down his nose, book in his hand. He glanced up at them and smiled as they came to sit next to him. Leo tried to gently set Logan down on the bed, but Logan shook his head and held on tighter. 

Finn snorted. “You’re such a little shit, Tremblay.”

“Non,” Logan said.

Leo sat down on the edge of the bed with a laugh, Logan now in his lap. “Ouais, you are. I love you, though.”

“You do,” Logan said. He leaned into for a kiss then leaned back with a sigh and a smile. “You know, I said that to you three months ago to the day.”

Finn leaned over to scuff the back of his head. “You mean we said that.”

“Ouais, but I said it first.”

“Because you jumped the gun, Logan.” 

“How could I resist?” Logan asked. He kissed Leo’s cheeks hard, and Leo squinted one eye shut with a grin. “Look at him.”

“Look at both of you,” Finn replied. He patted the bed next to him. “C’mon, up here.”

Logan swung a leg over Leo’s lap and crawled next to Finn. He opened his arm for Leo to come and tuck himself into his side, but Leo just sat crisscrossed on the bed and stared at them for a minute. Logan furrowed his brow, but Leo just shook his head and smiled. Finn put his book down, and Leo took each of their hands.

“Thank you,” he said. “Thanks for coming home with me this week.” 

Finn kissed his hand. “Of course, baby.”

“I just mean,” Leo started. “It’s been really nice to bring you home.” He tilted his head. “I’ve always wanted to take someone- or, someones now, I guess- home to meet my parents.”

Logan still looked slightly confused. “Soleil… did you ever-?”

Leo sat up straighter. “Date someone else?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. I just- I thought about what I said at the table. And I just thought maybe you’d- with someone else on your-” He paused for a moment in that way he did when he was thinking of the English words. “D’accord, I’m sorry. I- did I say something wrong? Out in the garden?”

Leo shook his head. “No, you’re okay. You’re- you’re not wrong.”

Finn also sat up. “Someone on your team?”

Leo nodded and looked down. “Yeah. Yeah.”

Logan made a noise in his throat. He knelt his way over to Leo and straddled his lap, legs extending out towards the end of the bed. His hands began to mindlessly card their way through Leo’s still-damp hair. “What happened?”

Leo ran his hands up and down his waist. “What do you mean?”

“Something happened.”

Leo laughed slightly, but it was rough. “And how do you know?”

Finn answered for Logan. “Because whoever it was put that look on your face.” He also crawled over to sit beside them. Leo could feel his body heat from where he was pressed against his side. “I don’t like that look.”

“Me neither,” Logan said. He kissed Leo’s cheek. “Don’t like you sad.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “I’m not sad.”

“Then what are you?” Finn asked.

Leo shrugged. “I don’t- it’s not really-”

“No, it is important,” Finn pushed. He softened his tone and his eyes were gentle. He was always so gentle with them. “Really, Le, what are you?”

Leo closed his eyes and leaned into Logan’s hands. “Angry I think.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. He gripped Leo’s hair a bit harder and Leo opened his eyes to look at him. “What did he do to you?” he repeated.

Leo took a deep breath. “His name was Jack. Jack Archer.”

Finn scoffed. “Basic name. Not a fan.”

Leo rolled his eyes bit, but smiled. “You don’t know anything about him yet.”

Finn shrugged. “Don’t need to, your face says it all. And besides, am I wrong?”

Leo shook his head. “Not- not really, no.”

“Allez,” Logan said. He settled his hips further down into Leo’s. “Tell us.”

“Okay,” Leo said. He breathed shakily. “Okay, yeah. He played hockey with me, and is now on Tampa’s farm team, but we also had classes together in high school. We- we were a… ‘thing’ I guess.” His boys looked concerned, but they let him continue. “But he never- he never wanted anyone to know. Which was fine. I didn’t want anyone to know about me, either, for a while. But he also-” Leo felt the tears start in his eyes. “He would- ignore me, I guess, sometimes. In public. Like, one second we’d be joking, and then I’d get too close, I guess, or accidentally touch him, and then he’d- he’d just jerk back. Or tell me to back off, but not in a nice way?”

Finn let out a frustrated huff. “Fucker.”

“No, Finn,” Leo said. “No, he really- I mean, in general he was nice. But he just- I think he was just really scared. I mean, we were in high school.” He kneaded his palms into Logan’s lower back. “And I was fine for a while, keeping it a secret. And I also…” Leo breathed, his cheeks turning a flushed red with shame. “I also just really liked having that attention from someone. Finally, you know? After spending so long hiding it, it felt good to not have to hide it, at least to one person.”

Logan kissed his cheek. “Ouais. Ouais, I understand.”

Leo leaned back to look at him and Finn. “But I also knew that that wasn’t how I deserved to be treated. And so I- when I wanted to tell my family, I broke up with him. I didn’t want to hide anymore. But then the NHL was looking, so I didn’t start anything new, and then I got on the Lions, and, well-” He shrugged with a smile. “You know the rest.”

“Yeah,” Finn whispered. “Yeah, we do.”

“Leo,” Logan said suddenly. He looked a bit scared, a bit sad. “Do we- are you still hiding? Do we make you feel like you’re hiding?” 

Leo shook his head hard. “No. No, you don’t. It’s okay. You- you don’t ignore me in public. We still go on dates, we still hug on the ice.” He stroked Logan’s cheek. “It’s hard. I know it is. But we don’t hide from each other.” Finn cupped his cheek, and Leo kissed his palm. “And I’ll- I’ll wait for you. Whenever you want to, we’ll come out, but I’ll wait for you.”

Logan directed his gaze back to him. His words came out in a rush, so unlike his normal way of speaking. “Désolé. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m not-”

Leo interrupted him with a hard kiss. “Non, no, Logan. It’s my decision, too, and I’m deciding it’s okay to wait.”

“Me, too, baby,” Finn said. He leaned in and kissed Logan. “I’ll wait for you. I love you, I'll wait for you forever.”

Logan's face had a complicated expression. “You- I don't want you to wait forever. Just- just not right now.” He pushed his forehead against Leo's. “I’m still sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Leo said. “You two- you’re nothing like Jack. He didn’t-” Leo felt his eyes tearing up. “He didn’t- God, sometimes he didn’t even look at me, and I wanted him to look so bad, I don’t- sometimes I don’t even recognize who I was back then.”

“Well,” Finn said. “I love you who you are now.” He kissed Leo gently then moved to sit behind Logan. “We love you for who you are now and who you will be, baby.” 

“Ouais,” Logan said. “No more hiding, soleil.” He tucked his head over Leo’s shoulder and Leo wrapped him up tight. “No more.” 

Leo’s tears fell onto Logan’s bare shoulder, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I love you. I love you so much.” He laughed a little and hid his face in Logan’s neck. “You know, he hated my mother’s butterscotch cookies.”

“Quoi?” Logan said, loud in the quiet room. He pulled back with wide eyes. “What, why?”

Leo couldn’t help but laugh. “He said they were too sweet.”

“Non,” Logan retorted. He looked offended. “Pas question, je ne te crois pas.”

“Believe it, sweetheart,” Leo said. He looked up to Finn. “He also put three shots of espresso in his lattes.”

Finn scrunched his nose. “Ew. That is not perfectly balanced.”

Logan kissed Leo’s forehead firmly. “Sounds like he wasn’t good for you, anyways.”

Leo gazed at them both adoringly. “But you both are perfect for me.”

Both of their gazes softened. Finn leaned in to place his lips gently on Leo’s temple, then Logan’s. “I love you.” He shifted to go lie down. “Now, I believe it’s bed time. C’mon, I’ll read to you.”

“Ouais,” Logan said with a last kiss to Leo’s lips. He brushed their noses together. “Je t’aime.”

“Love you,” Leo whispered. He crawled into Finn’s open arms and Logan curled up on his chest, their legs tangled. “And I’ll- I can tell you more stuff about him, if you want.”

Finn put an arm around them. “Only if you want to.” He shrugged. “Don’t want to stroke my ego too much, you know?”

Leo laughed. “He wasn’t that bad.”

Finn grinned mischievously. “Right, but I’m perfect for you. Can’t really beat that.”

“No,” Leo sighed happily. “No you can’t.”

Logan grunted against his chest. “Allez, soleil, rouge.”

Finn reached down to smack his butt lightly. “I’m going, Tremblay, gotta appreciate our Leo thoroughly first.”

Logan peeked out through one eye with a smirk. “Oui?”

Finn kissed his hand and touched Logan’s forehead. “Focus, baby.” He settled back and opened the book. “Alright, where were we, Le? Chapter six?”

Leo nodded and leaned his head against Finn’s shoulder. Jack Archer seemed so far away in that moment, even though he was probably also visiting his parents just about fifteen minutes away. But he didn’t crowd Leo’s mind like he used to- not with Logan’s weight on him and Finn’s gentle voice in his ear. Leo closed his eyes, basking in the warm Louisiana air and the smell of his childhood bedroom, now mixing with Finn and Logan’s scents. This, he thought, was worth the waiting. 

cubs date night??? (like finn & leo, finn & logan, logan & leo, and all 3)

Yaaaaaaay date night! I LOVE the idea of dating your partner(s) forever- time together that is outside of the daily routine is so important!

Have a series of them (they are in no particular order, but LeLo's takes place right around the latest chapter of Vaincre!)!

P.S. Please do go listened to the John Denver songs listed they are beautiful, especially the first one- it really reminds me of how the Cubs love one another.

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

Logan and Finn

“What is this?”

Logan smiled at Finn's confusion. “A surprise, rouge.”

“I'm so confused,” Finn said. His brow was furrowed as he took in the store front. “What are we doing here?”

Logan tugged him by the hand through the door of the studio. “We're painting.”

“Huh?”

Logan rolled his eyes and kissed Finn's cheek. “Allez.” He smiled at the curly haired receptionist. Her smock was covered in paint, and there was even some in her bandana. “Hi. I booked a couple hours.”

She smiled back and opened a book in front of her. “Last name?”

“Tremblay.”

“Ah, gotcha,” she said, then penciled something in. She waved them along with a bright grin. “This way.” 

They passed by display cases of completed work, and a couple of classrooms where there were sculpting lessons. Finn's hand was warm on Logan's lower back as they eventually made their way to a large room. There were other couples and groups there, immersed in their work. The girl spun on her heel and gestured to a shelf.

“Blank pieces are here for you to choose from, and I set the glazes by your station. There are smocks, too. When you're done, find one of us, and we will put them in the kiln for you to pick up next week.” She led them to a table laden with small plastic pots of glazes and paints. “Make sure you don't go too thick or too thin. We'll be around if you have any questions.” She rapped her hands on the table then took a step back. “Have fun!”

“Merci,” Logan said softly. He turned to look at Finn. “So?”

Finn just grinned and kissed him hard. “You're such a sweetheart.” He looked to the shelves with the various blank clay pieces. “What do you think? Bowl? Plate?”

Logan hummed and scanned them with his eyes, Finn doing the same beside him. They both reached for a different item, and turned to look at each other at the same time. Finn had a large plate with a raised bowl in the middle.

“For Leo,” he said, blushing a little. “He's been making a lot of dips this summer. He'd like this, I think.”

Logan felt his heart skip a beat. “Yeah. He will.”

“What'd you choose?”

Logan held up the mug with a smile. It had a perfect thumb hold, and was tall enough to hold a lot of tea. Engraved on the side was a raised sun design. Finn clocked it immediately and bit around a grin. His eyes were warm when they looked into Logan's own. 

“We're hopeless, huh?” he sighed. “Leo leaves for one fishing weekend with Reg and we are barely surviving without him.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He brushed one hand up and down Finn's waist. “But that means we get to greet him when he walks through the door.”

Finn's expression turned excited. “Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I can't wait.” He jerked his head towards the table. “Let's get to work, ten.”

They attempted to make them a matching set- kind of. Logan had thought it was a weird suggestion when Finn brought it up, but he was sure Leo would appreciate it anyhow. His piece was admittedly neater than Finn's. The sun was perfectly yellow, with a gradient blue sky starting from its outline and working outwards around the mug. Finn had attempted the same, starting in the middle with the dip bowl and working towards the edges of the plate, but he'd been a bit heavy handed with the glaze and now the colors were starting to blur together.

He let out a frustrated groan. “I am absolutely butchering this.”

Logan laughed and leaned into his shoulder. Their ankles were crossed underneath the table. “Non, it'll look fine. Leo will love it anyway.”

“I know he will,” Finn said. “He will because he's Leo and he appreciates the littlest things, even if they are ugly.” He huffed. “But I want this to be perfect. He deserves perfection.”

“Ouais, he does,” Logan said softly. He considered Finn's work. “Maybe- maybe you try mixing them. Like tie-dye, or- what's the word? When you randomly mix a bunch of paint together?”

“Splatter paint?”

“Ouais, splatter paint.” He gestured to his own mug. “That way they'll be matching, but not exactly the same.” He pointed to the outside rim of the bowl. “You could put green there, oui? To make it transition?”

Finn laughed. “Since when did you become an expert in pottery?”

Logan blushed. “Non. It's just ‘cause it's Leo.”

Finn looked wistful. “Yeah.” He sighed and tilted his temple against Logan's. “I miss him.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. “Me too. But Reg is leaving for school soon. He won't see him for a while.”

“But you’re leaving soon. For New York.”

Finn's dejected voice tugged at Logan's heartstrings. “Ouais. Ouais, I know.” He kissed Finn's temple. “But we are people outside of us being together, too, rouge. And Reg means a lot to Leo.”

Finn sighed again. “I know. I know, I'm being silly. I just really miss him.” He turned to push his nose into Logan's neck. “I like doing stuff with friends during the day. But I like when we're all in bed together at night.” He pulled back to cup Logan's jaw and kiss him softly. “Don't like going to sleep without you two.”

Logan breathed out heavily. “Je sais. I know, it's hard.” He turned back to his mug. “Let's make these for Leo and surprise him with them next week. Then I'll take you out for dinner, then to bed, ouais?”

Finn smiled. “You bet you can take me to bed.”

Logan rolled his eyes but hooked his ankle more firmly around Finn's. “Allez. Soleil deserves perfection, so let's paint.”

***

Leo and Logan

“Mm, smells good, soleil.”

Leo smiled at Logan from where he was finishing up their cutlets. “Thanks honey. How was practice? Feel good about tomorrow?”

“Ouais,” Logan said, slipping off his shoes. He took Leo in, then noticed the dining room table, near his balcony doors, set with candles and a bottle of sparkling cider. He smiled. “You did this for me?”

Leo nodded, then turned back to the stove. “I thought we could have a date night while Fish is out for dinner with Alex. And you've been tired with the playoffs, so I figured staying in might be the best option.” When he didn't get a response, he looked up at Logan, brow furrowed. “Is that okay?”

But Logan was already walking towards him, smile bright and loving. “Oui. C'est bien.” He fell against Leo's chest to kiss him. “Je t'aime, soleil. Merci.”

Leo kissed him again. “Love you. Now go get changed, sweetheart. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Logan squeezed against his waist once more before going to their bedroom. Leo hummed along to the music playing through the speakers, his soft, old country playlist reverberating around the room. He had just finished placing the pans on the table when Logan appeared from their bedroom, making Leo stop in his tracks.

“You look… Lo, you look gorgeous.”

Logan smiled sheepishly. “So do you.”

Leo looked down at himself, in his navy jeans and dark salmon waffle shirt, then at Logan in his black pants and plum button down and was lost for words. Logan’s hair was curlier, too, now that it was longer, and framed his face in a middle part. His eyes were jewel-like as they roved over the table setting, and Leo was so, so in love with him. He said as much.

“I'm so, so in love with you.” He walked forward to cup Logan's face. “God, Lo. You’re just… you’re so gorgeous. You're so gorgeous.”

Logan scrunched his nose around his Finn impression. “Look who's talking.”

Leo laughed, but rubbed his thumbs over Logan's sharp cheekbones, holding his gentle gaze. “I know, I know, but you… Logan, sometimes Finn and I don't know what to do, you're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful, sweetheart, all the time.” He leaned down to kiss Logan softly. “But especially in person.”

That seemed to rile Logan up, and he sighed heavily through his nose and kissed Leo deeper. He was gripping Leo's shirt in his hands, pulling Leo down to where he was, and it made Leo dizzy.

“Honey,” Leo gasped out between kisses. “Honey, the food's getting cold.”

“Mm,” Logan groaned. “One more.”

Leo complied, smiling against Logan's mouth before drawing them apart. Logan's face fit perfectly in between his palms and he kissed his forehead before nodding towards the table. “Let's eat, sweetheart.”

Logan laughed as Leo pulled out his chair. “I really like the sparkling cider.”

Leo blushed. “Well, no alcohol because of the playoffs. I just wanted it to still be special.”

Logan took his hand and kissed it. “I love it, soleil. I love you.”

Leo smiled and placed a cutlet on Logan's plate, topped with arugula and tomatoes marinated in their own juices with garlic and basil, a lemon on the side to squirt the juice over the dish. “Love you, sweetheart. Eat, before it gets cold.”

Logan complied, tangling his ankles with Leo's when he sat across from him. His New York apartment would never be home, not like in Gryffindor, but Leo did like having a dining room table to sit at instead of just sitting at the bar stools by the counter. He especially loved to watch Logan enjoy the table, laden with perfectly assembled food and place settings, like at a fancy restaurant. He looked happy, content, and more relaxed than Leo had seen him in a long time.

Their chatter was gentle, as it so often tended to be. Finn was the main conversationalist, and Logan never felt like he had to say anything, but also never felt like he couldn't. Leo usually made himself to be whatever the other person needed him to be in the moment. He sat with Logan in silence or quiet conversation, or made him laugh loudly with his sharp wit. He could read Logan like an open book, and Logan had once said to him that he wondered what he ever felt like he had to hide anyway.

“Merci, Le,” he said after they’d finished. He was playing with Leo’s fingers. “That was delicious, mon coeur.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Leo replied, standing to clear their plates.

“Non, non,” Logan protested, batting his hands away. “Let me clean, mon chou, you cooked.”

Leo raised his eyebrows teasingly. “Am I going to have to rewash dishes?”

Logan rolled his eyes and stacked their plates. “Fish only has to do that sometimes. I’ve gotten better since living on my own.”

Leo’s smile was a bit joking, and a bit sad. “Well, whatever it takes, I guess.” He kissed Logan briefly. “I’ll dry, then.”

They worked quietly side by side, and Logan triple checked to make sure each plate was clean. He was focused, his tongue poking out in the way that made Finn and Leo laugh. Leo smiled and kissed the side of his head. 

“I've got some dessert,” Leo said, breaking their silence. “If you want something sweet.”

“According to Fish, I am something sweet.”

Leo bumped him with his hip. “And he's right.” Leo sorted the utensils into their drawer. “And then I was thinking we'd have to just go to sleep, even before Finn gets home. Want you rested for the game tomorrow.” 

Logan sighed. “I'm sorry.”

Leo shook his head hard. “No, no, Lo, don't be sorry. We're so proud of you.” He kissed Logan’s forehead. “We'll finish this, eat, then bed. Okay?”

Logan was placing the last pan on the drying rack when Leo moved to the fridge. He furrowed his brow quizzically, then made an ah! sound when he found what he’d been looking for. 

“Not necessarily on the diet plan, but I figured an exception could be made for date night,” he said, holding up a plate with a large piece of cake. “The New York Blackout Cake from that place Finn brought us to.”

Logan bit his lip and looked Leo up and down. Leo looked him up and down, too, everything from his soft curls falling over his face to the eager way he was looking at Leo holding the cake. Leo watched as a conflicted feeling made its way across Logan’s expression. Logan watched Leo's face as Leo caught on, too. 

Leo set the plate down on the counter. “What's wrong, sweetheart?”

“I just…” Logan sighed, closing his eyes and hanging his head back. He didn’t quite know how to find the English words, sometimes. “I just want to rest with you.”

Leo moved into his space and cupped his hips gently. Logan reached up to play with his hair, looking into Leo’s eyes as he tried to understand. “What do you mean, Lo?” He ducked down. “Dites-moi.”

Logan sighed, then continued in French. “I want to go to bed with you and not have to get up and do anything. I want to- I want to go to bed early to stay up late with you, not because I have to sleep enough for a game. And I-” He took a deep breath and pulled Leo close, brushing their noses together. “I want you, Le. It’s been so long, and I want you, but we have to be careful because of the playoffs, and I-” He made a low groan in the back of his throat. His breath was hot against Leo’s cheek. “I just want to rest with you. To be with you.” He kissed Leo hard. “I missed you, mon soleil.”

Leo shuddered, breathing quick and shaky. “I’m sorry, Lo. I’m sorry I said anything about- about going to sleep early, I-”

“Sh, sh,” Logan hushed. He tucked himself under Leo’s chin. “It’s because you care. I love that about you.” He looked up at him. “Let’s eat our cake, oui? Then we go to bed.” Logan sighed and pushed himself further into Leo’s chest. “I want some rest more than none at all.”

“Soon, sweetheart,” Leo said, pulling back to rub up and down Logan’s arms. He jerked his head to the table. “C’mere, you can sit on my lap and I can feed you.”

Logan laughed and took the hand Leo offered, his other holding the cake. Leo did insist on feeding him, taking a bite for himself every now and then. Mostly, he just smiled at Logan, laughing softly as Logan told him about Percy putting shaving cream in Saint and Alex’s gloves, which had them chasing him around the arena with bottles of their own cream provided by Will. Apparently, he was invested in putting a stop to Percy’s practical pranking streak- Percy spent way too much time buying shaving cream, he said. 

With every laugh, Leo wrapped Logan up tighter with his free arm until there was no space between them. After Leo took the final bite of cake, Logan kissed him just to taste it off his tongue. Leo obliged for a minute, then insisted that they get ready for bed.

“I want you to be comfy, sweetheart,” Leo said softly. “Then we can spend some more time together, but I want you ready for bed so you can just fall asleep when you need to.”

Logan told him didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky.

Later, after brushing their teeth and Leo forcing him through a skincare routine, Logan sat straddled in Leo’s lap, kissing him languidly with his arms thrown across Leo’s shoulders, Leo’s hands running up and down his back. It felt good, to kiss just to kiss when they hadn’t had the time to in so long. Logan’s body was warm against his own, skin against skin now that they were just in their boxers. Logan let his head fall back with a slightly wanton sound as Leo moved down to kiss at his neck, scraping his teeth against the hinge of Logan’s jaw like he liked. Leo couldn’t help the pool of arousal working its way up his spine.

“Fuck,” he gasped suddenly, pulling back. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess from Logan’s hands. “Fuck, we have to stop. We have to stop, we have to go to bed.” He blinked hard. “You need to sleep, oh God.”

Logan kissed him softly. “I want you.”

Leo sucked in a breath. “Logan, you can’t say that, not when we can’t-”

“Ouais, we can,” Logan whispered. He settled himself more firmly in the cradle of Leo’s hips. “We can go slow. I’ll be okay, mon coeur, I’m asking you to.” He sighed. “I missed you, Le.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. It didn’t take him long to decide, but he hoped his eyes conveyed he was still a bit worried. “Okay. Okay, but we have to go so slow-”

“Ouais,” Logan interrupted, suddenly urgent. “Ouais, yes, yes.” He bent to suck at Leo’s neck. “Leo.”

“I love you,” Leo gasped. “I love you so much.”

Then, in the dim light of their bedside lamp, Leo let Logan’s everything fill him up and held tightly to his body as he kissed Leo gently back against the pillows. 

***

Finn and Leo

“How’s this, Le?”

Leo nodded, smiling at the way Finn patted the cushioned chair beside his own at the high top table. Finn smiled back, enjoying the way Leo looked golden under the dim cafe lights. He had seen the local band advertised a few days ago, coincidentally playing in his favorite cafe, and had immediately texted Leo demanding a date night.

Besides, he didn't want to be in their apartment any longer than he had to. Not when the winter nights left him cold on one side because Logan wasn't there to warm him up. 

They had just played their last game before the All Star break, a matinee, and he could feel that excitement that preceded a vacation, even a stay at home one. He could tell that Leo did, too, with the way he'd been laughing freely that afternoon as he had cooked them an early dinner, the way he’d kissed Finn happily after Finn had held the door open for him to get out of the car. He looked sweet tonight, in his white wool sweater and jeans, golden chain peeking out when it caught the light. Finn took his hand and kissed it. “What do you want, sunshine? I’ll go to the bar and order.”

Leo smiled brightly. “You know what I want.” He leaned across the table and nudged their noses. “And a couple of those blueberry scones, if they still have them, please.”

“You got it,” Finn said, then kissed him briefly and walked to the bar. 

The bartender smiled at him when he approached. “Finn,” he said. “The usual?”

“You know it, Marius,” Finn replied with a grin. “And a Dark ‘n Stormy for Le. Oh, and two of those blueberry scones, if they're still around, please?”

Marius nodded, already grabbing a shaker. “We always have them for our favorite food critic. Usual table?”

“Yep, thank you.” Finn slapped some bills on the bar. “Keep the change.”

“This is why you’re my favorite, O’Hara!” Marius called as Finn walked away.

Finn spun and gave him a thumbs up before turning back to walk towards their high top. Leo smiled and reached out his arms, Finn swaying into the cradle of his legs and rubbing his hands up and down Leo’s thighs. “Howdy, nutter butter.”

“Hi,” Leo said softly. “Usual?”

“Always, baby.” Finn kissed his cheek. “Got a couple scones for you. You’re their favorite food critic.”

Leo blushed happily. “That’s sweet.”

“Here we are,” a voice said behind them. A young woman about Leo’s age with long, dark hair placed a tray on their table. “One Manhattan, one Dark ‘n Stormy, and two blueberry scones for you.”

“Thanks, Isha,” Leo said, rubbing a thumb on Finn’s hip. “How’re classes?”

Isha scoffed. “Way harder than whatever hockey you're playing.”

Finn laughed. “I’ll drink to that. Hey, if you do well in fashion school, we’ll commission your first pieces, how does that sound?”

Isha rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Fine. But I hope you like colorful suits, because I make nothing short of fabulous.”

“Amen,” Leo said, reaching to take a sip of his drink. “I’m tired of black and navy.”

She knocked on their table. “I’ll leave you to it, guys. Enjoy!”

They waved her off, then Finn pulled away to sit on his own stool. “I’m kind of excited for the band. Haven’t seen them before.”

Leo hummed and picked up a scone. “Reg went out with Sirius and Remus to see them at the park the other week. Said they’re pretty acoustic.” He took a bite. “Fuck, these are good. Want some?”

Finn smiled and hooked their ankles together. “Nah, baby. I’m fine just sitting here looking at you.”

Leo rolled his eyes. His cheeks were red. “You’re so funny about that.”

“Uh, there’s nothing funny about it. I’ll sit and stare at you and Lo for hours. We’ll test it sometime.”

“You sure you can sit still for that long?” Leo’s eyes were playful.

Finn leaned in. “Sure, if there’s a reward.”

Leo laughed. “If that’s the case, I’m not sure Logan will sit still that long, either.” He straightened. “Hey, look, they’re starting.”

The band was small. A vocalist, guitarist, bassist. A keyboard player. The percussionist had a kit, but also a lot of small instruments Finn didn’t know the name of. They introduced themselves briefly, the vocalist swinging their long hair over their shoulder, then the drummer counted them off. They were a bit folk, almost country.

“Your taste in music, huh, Le?”

“Yeah.” Leo nodded, watching intently. He turned to look at Finn with a smile and reached out his hand. “Thanks for taking me.”

Finn tugged him. “C’mere.”

He led Leo over to stand back to chest with him. Sat on the high stool, Finn was the perfect height to rest his chin on Leo’s shoulder and watch. The skin of Leo’s neck was warm against his cheek, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Leo’s waist. Leo sighed and relaxed back into him, covering Finn’s hands with his own.

“I’m ready for a vacation,” Leo said softly. “Feels like that last roadie went on for ages.”

“Hm,” Finn agreed. He kissed Leo’s skin. “Can’t wait to have you to myself for a few days.”

He could feel Leo smile. “All for you? What if Logan wants me?”

“You’re both all for me,” Finn countered. He buried his nose into Leo’s soft sweater. “All mine.”

Leo leaned back to look at him. “All yours.” He twisted slightly, bringing one hand up to cup Finn’s jaw. “What’s wrong?”

Finn bent to tuck his nose behind Leo’s neck, out of view from the rest of the people. “Miss him.”

“I know,” Leo said, scratching his scalp. “But he’ll be driving home tomorrow after his game. Early, too, it’s at one ‘o clock.”

“I know,” Finn sighed. “And I can’t wait to have a week with both of you, but- it’s just a week.”

This part of the season was always the most difficult. Time spent with Logan was finite and few and far between. They missed him constantly, like a bruise, and trying to fit everything in was impossible. They’d gotten better at not doing that after it made Leo have an anxiety-fused meltdown trying to make all of Logan’s favorite foods during the last All Star break. Now, they mostly enjoyed being in each other’s presence wherever they were: going out to dinner, going for a walk, helping Leo in the kitchen, even cleaning their apartment. But it still didn’t make them hold Logan any less tight when they bid him goodbye.

Leo saw right through him. He kissed the side of Finn’s head. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Finn lifted his head. Leo’s eyes were soft, his hand gentle as he cupped Finn’s cheek. Finn kissed his engagement ring. “I love you.”

Leo smiled and nudged their noses together. “I love you.” He kissed Finn lightly. “How about this? Tomorrow, we get up and go for a run, then stop by the bakery on the way back and the indoor farmer’s market at the church. I’ll make some nice BLTs and potato wedges for lunch while we watch Logan play, then we sit and cuddle and read until he gets home.”

Finn smiled. “Yeah, okay.” He pressed their temples together. “And tonight?”

Leo’s grin was sly. “We’ll finish here, then you’ll take me to bed. Then tomorrow you take us both to bed.”

Finn laughed softly. “I love that.” He kissed Leo again. “Thank you.”

Leo nodded, then turned back towards the band. “You’re forever for us, sweetheart. After all this hockey is done, we’ll still want you.”

Finn nodded and pressed his lips to Leo’s neck. “Yeah. Yeah, I like forever.”

Leo snorted. “You love forever.” He wiggled further into Finn’s arms. “Now hold me close, O’Hara, the band’s not done.”

Finn squeezed him tighter, settling into Leo’s body as the band wrapped up another song. There was light applause, then the lead singer was smiling at them from the small, raised stage.

“This next one’s a cover,” they said. “An oldie, but a goodie. It’s, in my opinion, one of the most romantic songs to have ever been written, and we love playing it for folks.”

The percussionist picked up a couple shaker eggs, and the keyboardist and bassist a couple violins. Finn raised his eyebrows, intrigued.

“Alright, here we go.”

When the first notes played, Finn gasped out a laugh.

Leo patted his thigh. “What?”

“Nothing,” Finn said with a smile, voice a little tight. Leo turned to look at him fully, eyebrows furrowed. Finn shook his head. “Nothing, it’s just- Lo and I were reading together, this summer, when you were calling your parents to tell them we were engaged.” He bit his lip at the memory. “We were listening to the John Denver vinyl, and this song came on. Lo said it always reminded him of you.”

Leo smiled. “Yeah? Annie’s Song?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. He said this one, and the other one. About the sun.”

“Sunshine On My Shoulders.”

“Yes, that one.” Finn took a shaky breath. “And he said he wants to dance to them with you at our wedding.”

Leo’s smile was so wide both dimples appeared. “He does?”

Finn used a finger to turn Leo to face him more directly. His eyes were watering. “Mm hm.”

“And what’d you say?”

Finn kissed him. “I said that if he gets two first dances with you, then I get two with each of you, too. Then we get two to dance all together.”

Leo laughed. “People are going to get sick of watching us.”

“I don’t care,” Finn said. “They don’t even have to be there.”

“My mama would be so mad.”

“Well, she can come and watch if she wants, but when you two are dancing, I won’t be a good conversationalist.” He nosed at Leo’s neck. “I’ll be too busy watching my husbands.”

Leo sucked in a breath. “Your husbands.”

“My husbands.”

“All yours.”

“All mine.”

Leo gripped his hair to draw him into a deep kiss, too needy for a public setting. When he pulled back, his face was flushed and his voice a little high. “Take me home. Please, Finn.”

Finn sighed happily. The sound of the violins carried over the crowd. “After this song,” he whispered. He settled back against the chair and closed his eyes with a smile, tucking Leo’s face into his neck, hand in his curls. “I’m imagining my husbands dancing.”

***

The Cubs

“You want to take them where?”

“To the spa, Layla,” Leo said. “The one Lily gave you vouchers for for your birthday. The really good new one, owned by the lesbian couple?”

“Oh, that place is fantastic.”

Leo and Layla looked over to Thomas, who was contentedly sitting in his ice bath. 

Layla looked amused. “You been, Talky?”

“Have I? Fuck, Kasey, James, and I got our relaxation on with the girls one day. Best day of my life.” He snorted. “And I know Kasey went back with Alex and Natalie. Apparently Alex fell asleep in the massage chair.”

That made Leo and Layla laugh. She turned back to massage out his tight quad. “I can give you the phone number, Nut. You going during Christmas?”

Lep nodded. “Yeah, I said I wanted to take them out on a date when Logan’s home for a couple days. Figured this would be relaxing.” He shrugged. “Plus, I figured it’d be a bit… safer for us, you know? They’ve got a three or more persons relationship package.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You think Finn can sit still that long?”

“If he’s in a comfy chair, sure. He loves a good chair.”

Thomas snorted. “I swear, he’s an old man. When he reads he slides his glasses down his nose.”

Leo smiled. “I know. He’ll be such a sexy old man.”

“And that’s enough for today, I think,” Layla said, looking at him pointedly. “Up you get, go shower. I’ll text you the number.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Leo said brightly. “I’ll bake you a pie as a thank you.”

“Pecan, please!” she called out after him.

“You got it!”

***

Logan looked confusedly at the building in front of them. “You are taking us…”

“...to a spa?” Finn finished. “What for?”

Leo smiled. “You’ll see.”

“This better be worth leaving our bed,” Logan grumbled.

Leo took his hand and kissed his cheek. “Promise, honey. It’s to get you to relax.”

Logan cocked an eyebrow. “You already know how to get me relaxed.”

“Tremblay,” Finn scolded gently. “Public indecency is not how I want to go to jail!”

Leo left them to their quiet bickering and approached the desk attendant. She had brown hair that faded into purple waves at the ends and a pronoun pin that said Izzy she/her on it. “Hi, ma’am. Reservation for three people at 2 o’clock for Leo Knut?”

She smiled back. “Hi there, Leo. You can follow me!”

They were led back to a changing room, where they were instructed to dress themselves in the robes folded on the benches. The room smelled like eucalyptus. 

Finn looked around at the space. “Wowzers. This place is nice.” He looked up at the wall, where there were various Pride flags hung up, as there were all over the building. “Cute.”

“How’d you find it, Le?” Logan asked.

Leo reached down to play with his fingers, poking out of the robe sleeves. It was a little big on him. “Layla. She gave me the number. We got a package.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Like a couple’s package?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, but they do relationship packages for more than two people.” He blushed a little, biting his cheek. “I know we want to spend as much time together as possible, but I thought it’d be relaxing. We don’t always get to do this stuff, you know? At least not like other people.” He shrugged, ducking down a little. “I thought it’d be romantic.”

Logan smiled brightly at him, looping his arms around Leo’s waist and falling onto his chest with a sigh. “It is romantic, soleil.” He stood on his toes to kiss Leo gently. “You’re just so…”

“Sweet?” Finn supplied.

“Oui. The sweetest.” He bit Leo’s jaw. “Like candy.”

Finn made an eager little sound and pressed a burst of kisses to Leo’s cheek. “Does that mean we get to eat you, sunshine? Because I’m so game for that.”

Leo shook his head, but was grinning. “Later. First it’s massage time.”

Three people knocked on the door and led them to three massage tables, lined up side by side. Leo’s masseuse, Leanna, instructed him to take his robe off and lay down with a towel around his hips. He did as told, and sighed deeply when she began rubbing lotion on him and working on his upper back.

“Jesus Christ,” a voice came. It was Logan’s masseuse, Iris. “I’m going to break my hands, you’ve got so many knots. What is it you said you did again?”

“Professional hockey players,” Finn replied. He sounded halfway asleep. “He also frequently gets into fights.”

“Fish.”

Iris sighed. “That’ll do it.” Leo laughed as he heard their knuckles crack. “Let’s get to work then, Logan. I’m going to have you so unwound, it’ll be like magic.”

***

About an hour later, when they were declared done, Logan and Leo sat up, Logan rolling his shoulders and neck. Their masseuses turned away politely to let them put their robes back on, then Logan let out a satisfied groan. He looked at Iris with wide eyes. “Merde. You really did work magic.”

Iris smiled. “You gave me a run for my money. My elbow could only dig so far into those big muscles of yours.”

A knock on the door interrupted their laughter, and Izzy poked her head in. “We all good here? The next room is ready for you.”

“Hi, baby,” Iris said. “We’re all done.” They jerked their head at Logan. “This one had knots the size of a baseball.”

Izzy winced. “Yikes. Leanna, Felicity, any trouble?”

Felicity shook her head. “No.” She looked to Finn. “But I think he’s asleep.”

Indeed, Finn had fallen asleep. His breathing was even, and there were soft snores coming from where his face was poking through the head rest.

They all laughed softly, and Logan hopped off his bed to crouch beside Finn. “Rouge,” he whispered. “Rouge, wake up. Gotta get dressed.” When Finn still didn’t stir he kissed his back. “Finn.”

Finn jerked awake at his name, almost letting the towel slide down. Leo acted quickly and held it for him. “No nudity here, O’Hara.”

The masseuses laughed, and Finn pushed up onto his elbows in surprise. He blinked hard. “Oh man.” He tilted his head up to look at Logan, who gazed at him adoringly. “I took a nap.”

“That you did,” Felicity said with a grin. She clapped her hands. “Robe on, let’s go. You get face masks next.”

***

“You boys want anything to drink?” Isaiah, one of their estheticians, said. He was mixing Leo’s face mask. The other esthetician, Marcy, was washing up from doing Finn’s. “We got iced tea, fruity iced tea, lemonade, green juice.”

Leo looked to Logan, who was relaxed against his chair, a ridiculous blue mask on his face and cucumbers on his eyes. Finn’s brown eyes were peeking out from his white mask, his own cucumber slices in his hand as he considered.

“You have sweet tea?” Leo asked.

Isaiah smiled and nodded “I thought I detected a southern accent. Where are you from?”

“New Orleans, sir.”

“Savannah.”

Leo laughed. “I’m in good company, then.”

Isaiah winked and turned to Finn. “Anything for you?”

Finn nodded. “Unsweetened iced tea with lemon for me, thanks.” He jerked his head at Logan. “He’ll take the sweetest drink you got in your largest glass, please.”

“Ouais, s'il vous plaît,” Logan sighed happily.

Marcy laughed. “I’ll go grab them for you. You finish with Leo, Isaiah, I’ll be right back.”

She slipped out the door, then Isaiah turned to Leo. “Alright, let’s get to work.” He peered at Leo’s face. “I can’t believe how good your skin already is.”

Leo blushed. He thought about his acne scars on his cheek and jaw. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” Isaiah said. “You moisturize really well, which is the most important thing.” He brushed his fingers on Leo’s jaw. “I know you’ve got blemishes here, but considering you spend your days with a mask over your sweaty face, your skin is fantastic. Your scars don’t seem irritated- they should heal, and your pores are still pretty clear.” He raised his eyebrows at Logan. “Unlike Mr. Blackheads over there.”

That made Leo laugh. “I’m working on it. They were both frat boys; skin care isn’t their forte.”

Isaiah looked amused. “Frat boys? Didn’t know they came in the polyamorous variety.”

Leo shrugged. “Me neither.” He roved his eyes over Finn and Logan’s bodies. “Got lucky I guess.”

Isaiah smiled. “Alright, loverboy. Close your eyes.”

The mask was cool against his face as Isaiah applied it in smooth strokes with his plastic spatula. It relaxed him against the seat, along with the cool air and the soft music of the room. If he listened close enough, he could hear Logan and Finn breathing beside him.

A knock sounded at the door, then Marcy walked in carrying a tray. “Order up.”

Leo watched amusedly as Logan straightened and held out his hand when Marcy instructed him to. His drink was indeed in a tall glass and looked like a sunset, yellow liquid fading into orange, then pink. There were bits of fruit floating in it. He took a sip, nodding approvingly. “Ouais,” he sighed. He then relaxed back into the chair, cucumber eyes and all, straw resting in his mouth. “Ouais. Merci.”

They all laughed, Finn and Leo saying a polite thanks when they were given their tea. Leo took a sip, letting the thick, sugary taste settle over his tongue before leaning back to let Isaiah place cucumbers over his eyes.

“Twenty for the mask and the cukes, okay? We’ll leave you for a bit.”

“Thank you,” Leo said, then the click of the door left them just with each other.

They laid in silence for a while, each basking in the relaxation. Every now and then Logan would let out a happy little sound as he sipped his tea. After a few minutes, Leo felt Finn’s long, dexterous fingers take his own. 

“Thanks for taking us, Le, baby,” he said softly with a squeeze to Leo’s hand. “You’re so sweet.”

Leo squeezed back. “Thanks for going along with it.” He fiddled with Finn’s fingers some more. “I didn’t know if you’d like it or not.”

“Non,” Logan sighed. “I love it.”

Finn scoffed. “Of course you would, you absolutely pampered baby. You get massages at home, too!”

Leo could imagine Logan’s smirk. “Ouais. I bat my eyelashes and you give me anything I want.”

Finn scoffed again, but didn’t protest. 

Leo tugged at him gently. “I love you, sweethearts.”

“Je t’aime.”

“Love you, lovers.” There was the thud of Finn’s head falling against his seat. “You know, this skincare thing isn’t so bad. Might have to do face mask date nights at home.”

That got a laugh out of Leo. “Whatever you want, honey.”

They were interrupted by another knock on the door and it creaking open. “We all set here, boys?”

“Come in!” Leo called. 

Two pairs of footsteps sounded, then some running water. There was a deep sigh from Isaiah. “Alright, Mr. Blackheads. Let’s see how we did.”

Leo took the cucumbers off his eyes to watch Marcy and Isaiah wash off his boys’ masks and apply some moisturizer, Isaiah with a pointed look at Logan and some containers.

“A sample of the mask and the cream,” he said. “My parting gift to you.”

Logan smiled sheepishly. “Merci.”

Finally, Marcy washed off Leo’s own mask and applied some moisturizer, peering at his skin. “You want a sample of the mask, too? I think it’ll help the scarring reduce quicker, especially since you’ve already taken such good care of your skin.”

Leo nodded and accepted the small container with a blush. “Thank you.”

Finn leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Pretty baby.” He flopped dramatically against his chair. “I don’t wanna leave.” He pouted. “Can we come back?”

Marcy laughed. “We’ll happily let you blow your NHL salary on us.” She walked towards the door. “You can change into your clothes and then pay at reception on the way out!”

They thanked them both, then went to the changing room to put their clothes on. Finn took one look at them and whistled lowly. “You two are glowing. Got my own shiny Greek god statues.” 

Leo looked down at himself. He supposed the massage lotion had made him pretty shiny. When he caught Finn's eye again, he was staring. “Harz,” Leo laughed.

“Mm?” Finn was not really paying attention.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

“But I don't want to look at your eyes.”

Logan laughed, shucking off his robe completely. “Rouge. Time to change.”

When Finn turned to Logan, he raised his eyebrows higher. He focused in on Logan's pecs. “Would you be open to public indecency?”

Leo scoffed. “No way. I'm not sweating or washing all this moisturizer off. Gotta let it sit on the skin for a bit.”

Finn groaned, reaching for his shirt. “But how long?”

“Probably a good few hours, honey.”

That did not seem to help the situation. “No,” Finn whined. “I did not sign up for this. Peanut.”

Leo laughed as he pulled his jeans up, leaning to press a lingering kiss to the side of Finn's head. “You'll be okay, sweetheart. Just until, like, ten o'clock tonight, okay?”

Finn bonked his head against Leo's shoulder. “I'm setting an alarm,” he grunted  “You can't get out of Christmas break sex.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, mon coeur “ Logan said with a brief kiss to Finn's cheek. “D'accord, let's go. Want to go to the Sunstone for dinner?”

“Hey, this is my date I'm taking you on,” Leo pouted.

Logan looked over his shoulder with a smirk as he opened the door. “I didn't say I would be paying. Allez.”

They walked out to the reception desk, Leo pulling out his credit card. Izzy smiled at him and she pulled his charge up on the computer. “Did you have fun?”

Leo nodded. “Absolutely. Y'all might have tricked them into skincare.”

She laughed. “Yeah, that tends to be a theme with most men.” She took his card and swiped it, handing it back with a flourish. “You're all set!”

“Thank you,” Leo said, placing some bills on the counter. “Seriously, it was really good. I'll leave these for you guys.”

Izzy smiled. “You're a real gentleman, Mr. Knut.”

He smiled back. “It's my southern disposition. Now,” he sighed, turning back to Logan and Finn, who were thumb wrestling. “I think my two knuckleheads are hungry.”

“Have a good night, boys!”

“Thank you!” Logan and Finn called back, jostling each other on the way to the car, attempting to continue thumb wrestling while they walked. A particularly hard movement from Logan sent Finn slipping on the ice. 

“Woah!”

Leo caught him around the waist and hauled him to the passenger side. “Jesus, you two are walking hazards wherever you go.”

“Hey, that's not me. That's my loser brother.”

Leo just kissed him briefly. “In the car, please. I'm hungry for steak.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, opening the back door on Finn's side. He took Leo's hand. “Merci, soleil. I had a lot of fun.”

Logan's smile was so lovely that Leo had to kiss him, too. “I really love you.” He looked between them. “I love to date you, too.”

Finn's gaze was soft. “Good,” he whispered. “I think I want to date you a long time.”

Leo bit his lip around his own smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Finn looked to Logan. “How's that sound, Lo, baby?”

Logan fell against Leo's chest, arms around his waist. “C'est bien.” He sighed, nuzzling into Leo's jacket. “C'est bien.”

Leo kissed his head. “Let's go, sweethearts.” He walked around the car to climb in the driver's side. “Dinner awaits us.”

“Make sure you eat up,” Finn said. Leo saw his smirk out of the corner of his eye as he backed the car up. “You'll need lots of energy starting at ten o'clock. Perfect end to a date, in my opinion. Perfect end to a day.”

Leo caught Logan's eye in the rearview mirror. Logan was looking back, eyes soft and lovingly exasperated in the way Finn could only make him.

 “Yeah,” Leo said, smiling. “Perfect end to a day.”

I swear someone asked for a fic about the first time the Cubs saw each other cry, BUT I THINK I DELETED IT I AM SO SO SO SORRY!! :(((( However, I still wrote it, so whoever it was, here is my gift to you. Giving you a big virtual hug!!

There are some canon times we do see them cry, so I took some liberty with this. So these are SOME of the first moments we see them cry with one another, as I have imagined them.

Side note, it was REALLY hard to come up with something that would make Finn really upset. I feel like, for him to cry, something needs to really rock his boat (like Logan getting traded), sooooo... I made him sick. Sorry, Harzy, I guess. He is not very good at being sick.

Enjooooy!!!! All credits to @lumosinlove <3

Mid-April 2019

The bar was a bit loud, Logan thought, even for a Friday night. There was a rowdy group of people on the other side of the room, and the bass of whatever was on the jukebox was pounding in his skull, making his jaw tingle. It was a rare Friday night out, their last one before the playoffs, and Logan was committed to enjoying himself. He took a sip of his rum and coke, eyeing Leo where he was talking with Thomas and Remus over at a high top. His blonde curls were stuck with sweat to his forehead, his cheeks flushed in the same way they did on the ice, in the gym- in bed, Logan now knew. 

Living with him and Finn was like living a dream every day of his life. While they couldn't be together in public quite yet, they could be together at home, in the apartment they shared that smelled like the three of them, with Leo's pristine kitchen and Finn's overflowing bookshelf. He scanned their corner, looking for a familiar shade of red, when he felt an arm come across his shoulders.

“Hey, you,” Finn said. His gesture was platonic, but he said everything Logan needed to know with his eyes. The corners of which, Logan noticed, were a bit strained. “How we doing?”

Logan nodded, brow furrowed. “Good. Rouge, you okay?”

Finn bit the inside of his cheek, gripping Logan's shoulder harder. “Yeah, feeling- feeling a bit dizzy, though.”

Logan turned, grabbing Finn's biceps to get a good look at him. “Merde, rouge, you're pale.”

Finn winked, but it wasn't convincing. “You already knew that, Lo.”

Logan made a noise in his throat. “Non, you're really pale.” He pressed his palm to Finn's forehead. “And hot, fuck. You have a fever.”

“No, I'm fine, I-”

“Non, Fish, we've gotta go home.” He turned to face away briefly. “Leo!”

Leo turned abruptly, his bright smile falling as he saw Logan's expression. He excused himself, then came over hurriedly. “What's wrong?”

Logan stepped aside to allow him to look at Finn. “Rouge has a fever.”

Leo immediately put his own palm to Finn's forehead, wincing as their skin connected. “Shit, Harz, you're burning. Does your stomach hurt?””

Finn rolled his eyes. “Only a little-”

“What'd you have to drink? Did you eat anything funny?”

Finn huffed. “I had one beer, and lunch at the rink and you cooked me dinner. I swear, I'm fine!”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “Spring flu is going around. Kuny was out with it last week, remember? We should go home.”

“But it's our last night out before the playoffs, and-”

“Ah,” Leo said, in a very good impression of his mother. “I don't want to hear it.” He took Finn under his arm and steered him towards the door. “Let's go. Time to go home.”

They called out their goodbyes over their shoulders, Remus narrowing his eyes, concerned. “All good?”

Logan shrugged. “Rouge doesn't feel so good. We're taking him home.”

“Let me and Coach know, okay Tremz? Trainer's orders.”

Logan smiled. “Ouais, promise.” He clapped Remus on the back. “Night, Loops.”

“Drive safe.”

They walked out to the car, Leo reaching into Finn’s front pocket to get the keys. Finn huffed out a sigh but dutifully sat himself in the backseat, head lolling to lean against the cool window. Logan furrowed his eyebrows at Leo from the passenger side, but Leo just shrugged. So he had no idea then, either.

They rode in silence, letting Finn rest his eyes, Leo with his hand on Logan's thigh and drumming with his fingers. Logan took his hand and played with the digits, eyes flashing to Finn in the side view mirror. His gray T-shirt was a little damp with sweat around the neckline and he looked uncomfortable. Logan frowned as Leo turned into their parking garage, the change in tempo rousing Finn from his sleep. He blinked, then winced, placing a hand on his stomach. Something was wrong.

As soon as Leo had the car in park, Logan hopped out to open Finn's door and give him a hand. Finn, despite being in obvious pain, attempted a smirk. “Chivalry is not dead after all.”

Logan just raised his eyebrows. Finn sighed, but took Logan's hand. 

“When did you start feeling sick, honey?” Leo asked as they made their way to the elevator.

Finn's hand gripped Logan's hard. “I don't know, this afternoon? I felt a little dehydrated at practice this morning, I guess, but that was all before we took our nap after lunch.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek as the door opened. “Come here. Let's go get a thermometer.”

Inside their apartment, Logan settled Finn on the couch and went to get him some water while Leo went to their bathroom. When he came back with a glass, Finn had slumped back into the cushions, breathing a little ragged. Leo put a hand on his forehead and coaxed him into opening his mouth, slipping the metal probe under his tongue. When it beeped, Leo squinted at the little screen and his eyes widened. “Shit, Fish.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked worriedly.

Leo turned the thermometer so he could see. “A hundred and two. Geez, Finn, that's high.”

Logan gripped Leo's forearm. “Hospital?”

Leo shook his head, placing a cooling hand on Finn's temple. “Not unless it lasts a few days, or gets to a hundred and three.” He kissed the skin just beside Finn's eye. “How you feeling, sweetheart?”

Finn groaned. “Sick. Feel really sick.” He curled around himself a bit. “Tummy hurts.”

“Okay,” Leo said. “I'll get you some ginger ale, some ibuprofen, and a pillow and blanket. Lo, can you take him to shower? I think he should sleep out here.”

Logan nodded, lifting Finn from under his arms. Finn whined out, but Logan gently shushed him as he guided him to their bathroom. He helped them both brush their teeth, then Finn shivered as Logan undressed him, his skin covered in goosebumps and a little sensitive. 

“Rouge, hot or cold?”

“Hot,” Finn said. His brown eyes were a bit glassy. “Please.”

Logan got the shower up to temperature and helped Finn under the spray, immediately going to wash his sweaty hair and body. He wanted him in dry clothes and under blankets as soon as possible, and Finn didn't look like he could stand up much longer. 

“Mon rouge,” Logan whispered, kissing his cheek. “What's wrong?”

Finn fell forward with his head on Logan's shoulder. “I feel so shit.”

Logan kissed his neck repeatedly, carding his fingers through his thick waves. “Why didn't you tell us?”

“Don't know,” Finn said, pressing harder into Logan's hold. “Didn't want to stop you from going out.”

Logan backed them out of the shower and wrapped Finn in a towel. “Non, you could never disappoint us.” He stood on his toes and kissed Finn's forehead firmly. “I would rather stay here with you than go out. Le, too.” Finn just nodded, obviously too tired to argue. Logan wrapped him up tighter in the towel and tugged him to their bedroom. He dressed them in boxers only before going back to the living room. “Le?”

“Here,” Leo said. He smiled gently, opening his arms for Finn to fall into. “Hi, sweetheart. Got you some ginger ale, okay? I'm going to go have a shower, then I'll sit here with you.”

Finn made an affirmative noise, and Logan watched as he let himself be tucked under the blankets Leo had put out, propped against a few spare pillows from their closet. Leo handed him a cup with a straw and kissed his forehead before turning to Logan.

“Ça va?” Logan asked as Leo cupped his jaw. 

“Ouais,” Leo whispered. “I'll stay out with him for a while, okay, honey? You should get some sleep.”

Logan pinched his eyebrows together. “Non, je-”

Leo interrupted him with a kiss and a soft smile. “No, it's better if one of us sleeps. He'll need space to let the fever run its course, too, so we can't snuggle him on the couch anyways.” Leo shrugged. “Besides, it's not like I will sleep a lot regardless.” At Logan's noise of dissent, Leo laughed breathily and shushed him, pulling Logan closer. “One problem at a time, sweetheart.” He kissed Logan again and wrapped him in a hug. “Go say goodnight and go to bed, please. I love you.”

“Je t'aime.”

With a last peck, Leo walked to their bathroom. Logan sighed, watching his back for a brief moment before turning back to Finn, who was blinking up at him with big eyes. Logan knelt by his head, and brushed his hair out of his face. “Salut, mon rouge.”

“Mm,” Finn sighed. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. “Love you.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Finn sighed again and then his breathing evened out. Logan kissed his temple in a lingering press of his lips before quietly standing and walking towards their bedroom. With a last look at Finn and at the bathroom door, he crawled into bed, big and lonely without either of his boys, and laid down to try and sleep.

***

“Okay, it's okay, honey. Let's go to the bathroom.”

Logan jerked awake at the sound of Leo's voice through their open bedroom doorway. He heard a thump, then two sets of footsteps, and a groan from Finn down the hallway. Logan sprung out of bed, jogging quickly to watch just in time as Finn threw up in the toilet.

“There you go, baby,” Leo said, rubbing a hand up and down Finn's sweaty back. 

Finn reached up with a tired hand to flush the liquid away, head bent over the seat. He let out a groan and wilted a bit, Leo scooting behind him to support his weight with an arm around Finn's stomach. He was sweating profusely and shaking, face paler than it had been.

“Fuck,” Finn said. 

“Oh, mon coeur.” Logan knelt beside them. “Feel better?”

Finn shook his head. “Uh uh.”

Logan tisked. “Want water?”

That made Finn gulp. “No. Gonna be sick again.” 

“Shit,” Leo said. He reached another hand around to brush Finn's hair out of his eyes. “Don't try and force it down, honey, that'll make worse.”

And with that, Finn bent his head over the toilet once more as his stomach convulsed. “Ugh.”

Logan pressed the lever on the toilet this time, allowing Finn to sink back into Leo again. 

“Okay?” Leo asked.

“No.” Finn's breath hitched. “Le.”

“Sh, sh, I know.” Leo adjusted them, bracketing Finn with his legs and allowing him to sit curled against his chest. He pressed a hard kiss to the side of Finn's head. “I know, it hurts. I think your fever is breaking at the same time. But it's okay, baby, we got you.”

Finn let out a noise and Logan realized he was crying. Logan reached out to rub his arm. “Rouge.”

“I'm sorry,” Finn said wetly. He peeked out at Logan with one teary eye. “I'm sorry, it just really hurts.”

“Sh, sh,” Leo said again. He brushed Finn's cheeks with his thumbs. “Don't be sorry, Fish. It sucks to be sick.”

“It's not just that,” Finn sniffled, tears now flowing freely down his freckles. “It-it's that I've been feeling like shit for hours, and my head hurts, and my stomach hurts, and we have the playoffs soon, and I ruined our night out-”

“Whoa,” Logan interrupted. He took one of Finn's hands and kissed it. “Mon amour, I told you that you didn't ruin anything.”

Leo turned to look at Finn, too. “You're worried about ruining our night out?”

Finn's bottom lip was poking out and quivering as he nodded. “Yeah.”

Leo let out an oh and wrapped him tighter in his arms. Finn clung to his biceps. “Oh, honey, no, you didn't ruin anything.” He tucked his nose into Finn's hair. “And in terms of the playoffs, we still have a few days. That means you can rest, it's probably just a stomach bug. You'll be good as new in no time, sweetheart.”

“Ouais, rouge,” Logan agreed. He leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “We just want you better.”

Finn groaned again. “I feel so sick.” He looked up at Leo. “I'm sorry, peanut, this is not-” His breath hitched with another round of tears. “This is not very sexy.”

Leo laughed, which just made Finn cry harder into his shoulder. He kissed Finn's head. “Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I laughed, it's not funny.”

“No it's not.”

Leo wrapped him up fully. “It's not very sexy, no. But I love you.”

Finn let out a strangled noise, then abruptly turn his wet face around and threw up another time into the basin. He moaned. “I just want to be better.”

Leo supported him still with a hand low on his stomach and Logan rubbed his back. “I know, mon chou,” Logan said. 

“It still hurts, why does it still hurt?” Finn cried, before vomiting once more.

“Geez,” Leo said. “You think that's all?”

“Ugh,” Finn groaned. He flushed a final time, then fell back, letting out an oof and a sniffle. “I think so. I still feel really sick.”

Logan clucked his tongue and pressed his hand to Finn's forehead. “Still warm, rouge.”

“Why don't you brush your teeth, honey,” Leo said, rubbing his hands up and down Finn's heaving ribs. “I'll get you some ginger ale again.”

Finn wiped his eyes. “Yeah, okay. Thank you.”

Leo kissed his cheek, then lifted Finn under his arms to help him stand. Logan took his weight, then Leo was gone back to the kitchen, and the two of them were stood in front of the mirror. Logan rested his lips to Finn’s shoulder and played with his fingers while Finn brushed his teeth. He had a bit more color, but was still sweaty and shaky.

“Are you cold, mon amour?” Logan asked once Finn was done rinsing his mouth. 

Finn touched their foreheads together. “I don't know. Now I am, but on the couch I was hot.”

“It's the fever,” Leo said as he appeared in the doorway. “I think it's still breaking.” He winced. “Not ideal when you're also throwing up.”

Finn took the ginger ale. “Thank you, peanut.”

“You're welcome, sweetheart.”

“Allez,” Logan said. “Let's go sit.” He kissed Finn's wet cheek, then Leo's. “We can sleep.”

Leo pursed his lips. “But we can't-”

Logan kissed him on the mouth. “I'll hold you in the chair so you can sleep, mon coeur. Then Finn has his own space, but we can be there.”

Leo traced a finger down his cheek, then kissed his nose. “Okay.” He turned to Finn. “Sound good?”

To their surprise, Finn grin and winked. “Got my own nursing staff.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Merde. Only you say dirty things while sick.”

Finn huffed out a chuckle, but wobbled a bit, spilling some ginger ale. “Whoops.”

Leo sighed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Come on, sweetheart. Bed time.”

Logan let Leo tuck Finn in while he went to get more pillows and blankets. After they each gave Finn a kiss on the forehead, Logan sat in their leather chair and reclined it, pulling the lever for the foot rest. He fluffed a pillow behind him and opened his arm with a look to Leo. “Ici, soleil.”

Leo climbed in gingerly, careful not to put too much weight on the footrest, then settled onto Logan's chest with a sigh. His feet hung off the end, but he didn't seem to care. Logan tugged the blanket over both of them. “Ça va?”

Leo nodded into his chest and kissed his collarbone. “You sure you'll be able to sleep like this?”

“Of course,” Logan said. He squeezed Leo to him. “With you, always.”

“Mm.” Leo shifted slightly, burrowing his nose into Logan's neck and peeking out at Finn's sleeping form. “Hope he's okay.”

“I'm sure he will be, soleil.” Logan kissed his forehead softly. “Je t'aime.”

“Love you,” Leo said. He yawned, making his face look like that of a puppy, and Logan pinched his button nose as it scrunched up. “Hey.”

Logan nuzzled their noses together and kissed his lips lightly. “Love you, love you, love you.” He sighed. “Bonne nuit, mon amour.”

Leo let out a breath, and between one moment and the next, they were both asleep.

***

Mid-March 2019

Logan’s hands shook slightly as he held his cell phone, his mother’s contact staring up at him. It was a picture of the two of them in Nice during the summer when Logan had been about seven. He was wet and sandy, his hair short and spiky like he'd liked at that age. He and his maman were both facing the camera, his skinny arms reaching up to wrap around her neck. He'd always loved physical affection, and was a frequent snuggler with all his family members, but with his mother especially when he was younger. They were both laughing in the photo. The fading sunset reflected against his mother’s dark hair and made her skin golden. Logan thumbed over her face- he had her eyes.

“Fuck,” he whispered, dropping his cell phone on Leo and Finn’s apartment floor. “Merde.”

“Lo?” came Leo's voice from the bedroom. He stepped out, curls damp from their post-run shower and in shorts and Finn's sweatshirt. “You okay?”

Logan just looked at him. Leo made a soft noise, coming over to the couch and tucking Logan under his arm. Logan pulled the Saints sweatshirt sleeves over his hands and snuggled into Leo's side.

“What's wrong?” Leo asked in French.

“I can't do it.”

“What can't you do?”

“Call my parents.”

Leo looked down at him, brow furrowed. “What?”

Logan sighed. “I want to tell them. About us.”

Leo pulled him closer, dipping his nose into Logan's hair. “You don't have to do anything you don't want, d'accord? I haven't said anything to my mama and dad yet, either. That's for after you move in.”

“Je sais,” Logan whispered. “I just- I can't keep it in anymore.” He carded his hands through Leo's hair. “My sisters know, and Finn's family knows, and I can't keep it in any longer.” He pulled Leo down for a kiss. “I want to tell them about you.”

Leo's eyes widened slightly. “Me?”

Logan nodded firmly. “Ouais. They won't be surprised by Finn.” He kissed Leo again. “I want to tell them about you, too. You're so amazing, mon coeur.”

Leo smiled against his mouth. “I like it when you say things like that.”

“Quoi?”

“When you tell us, directly, what you want from us, what you like about us.”

Logan smiled back. “I do like you.”

“I sure hope so.” Leo kissed him once more. “I'm sure it'll be okay, Lo. Your mother already loves me.”

Logan snorted. “All mothers love you.”

Leo shrugged. “It's my disposition.” He nuzzled their noses. “But I know it's scary.”

Reality came crashing back in. Logan bit his lip, staring down at his phone on the hardwood. “It's just…” He looked back up to Leo. “What if they don't love me anymore?”

Leo looked alarmed. “What?” 

Tears pressed at the edge of his vision. “They didn't ask for this. And it- it will make their life harder, and I don't want that.”

Leo pulled back to sit up straight, and Logan felt cold. “Their life harder? Sweetheart, it's about you. It's about us, and I- what matters is Finn loves you, and I-”

Logan's heart jolted. They hadn't said that to each other yet.

Leo shook his head. “I'm here for you. I want you, Lo. That's what matters. Are you- are you sure you want to do this?”

Logan sucked in an alarmed breath, meeting Leo's eyes. “Mon coeur, I want you more than anything. And I'm- I'm not ashamed, I'm just…” His voice felt weak. He blinked and tears fell.“I'm scared.”

Leo deflated. “Oh, honey.” He wrapped Logan up close, and Logan let out a sob into his chest. “Sh, sh, it's okay. It's okay, sweetheart, it's- Finn!”

“Yeah?” 

“Can you come here, please?”

Finn also appeared from the bedroom, grinning and freshly showered like Logan and Leo and in Logan's high school hockey sweatshirt and boxers. “What's-” His face fell. “Shit.” He hurried over to kneel in front of them and cupped Logan's calves. “Baby, what happened?”

Logan tried to answer, but his voice caught, and he turned to bury his face into Leo's forearm.

That made Finn more alarmed, eyes wide. “Logan, Lo, baby, what's going on?” He looked to Leo. “Peanut?”

Leo's voice was tight as he spoke. “He- he tried to call his maman. To tell his parents about… well…”

“Us?”

“Yeah.”

Finn ran his hands up and down Logan's thighs. Logan peeked out through his eyelashes, expecting some sort of panic or frustration, but all he caught a glimpse of was Finn's soft gaze before he pressed a kiss to Logan's forehead. “Oh, baby. I'm so sorry.” He brushed Logan's hair out of is eyes. “Are you nervous?”

“Ouais,” Logan said hoarsely. He leaned into the touch of Finn's hands. “Ouais, I'm nervous.”

Finn hauled himself up to Logan's other side, an arm thrown over Logan’s torso, gripping Leo's where they criss-crossed. “How about we stay with you when you call them, baby? We're right here.”

“He's right,” Leo agreed. He kissed Logan's head. “We’re always right here, sweetheart.”

Finn dipped to whisper in his ear. “Love you.”

Logan kissed his cheek, then Leo's, and bent to pick up his phone. He unlocked it, still on his mother's contact. Leo gave him an encouraging smile, Finn a small squeeze, and he took a deep breath. His mother picked up on the second ring.

“Salut, mon ange! Ça va?”

“Ouais, maman,” he sighed. “Ça va.” He took a look at Finn. He'd probably be itching to know what they were saying, but Logan needed to speak French if he was going to get through this conversation. He'd tell him after. “I have something to tell you. Is dad there?”

He could imagine his mother's eyebrows, dark and full, furrowed in worry. “Is everything okay?”

“Ouais, it's good news. I hope it's good news.”

“Give me a moment, sweetheart. Marius!” A beat of silence. “It's Logan!” There was some rustling, then her voice sounded far away. “You're on speaker phone.”

“Salut, Lolo,” his dad said. “All good?”

Logan took a deep breath. He reached up to take Leo's hand that was pressed over his heart and squeezed. “I have- I have something to tell you.” 

“What is it?” His father's voice sounded worried.

He looked to Finn, who thumbed his damp cheek. “I-I'm seeing someone.” He turned to Leo, who was watching him with soft blue eyes. “Someones.”

“Quoi?” his mother asked. “What do you mean-”

“It’s Finn and Leo. Both. Both of them.”

He heard two sharp inhales, then a soft noise from his dad. “Oh, Logan…”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He was crying again. “I-I'm so sorry, I-”

“Now what would you have to be sorry for?” Iva said. She laughed, and it was teary. “You've been in love with Finn since the first day you met him. And Leo… well, he's so good to you, I adore him.”

Despite it all, that made Logan laugh. “That's what he said.”

He could imagine her smile. “It's true. He's an angel.”

“Ouais, he is.” He bounced his leg nervously. “Papa?”

“Sorry,” his dad said gruffly. “I'm just- I'm so proud of you, mon fil.” His voice made Logan cry all over again. “We love you so much.”

“I love you,” Logan replied. 

“Do you love them?”

His father's question made Logan jerk his head up. First, he found Finn's eyes, loving and caring, almost jewel-like. Then he turned to Leo. He and Finn had a plan to tell him they loved him, and while it hadn't been said out loud, Logan already felt it deep within his bones. He may have fallen in love with Finn O'Hara years ago, in a shit-hole Harvard frat house, but he fell in love with Leo Knut the first time Leo had ordered them both sundaes and tea on the road, when they had talked about missing home and Logan, missing Finn like an ache even if he was right in front of him, had for the first time in a while felt a sense of peace, of home, in Leo’s blue eyes. They knew him wholly, completely, without so much as uttering a word, and Logan never felt more seen than when he was in Leo's arms.

“Ouais,” he said to his parents. “I do.”

“Are you happy?”

“Ouais. I'm so happy.”

“Then that's all we could ever ask for,” his father replied. 

“Thank you for telling us, sweetheart.”

“Ouais, maman. Thank you for listening.” He took a shaky breath. “And- the team knows, and the girls know, but we're… we're not ready for it to be public yet.”

He could imagine his mother shaking her head gently. “Whenever you're ready, Lolo. We'll be right here for you.”

“We love you,” his father said. “Bonne nuit, mon ange.”

“Bonne nuit.”

Logan ended the call, staring at his phone for a second before bursting into tears.

“Sh, sh, honey, it's okay,” Leo hushed. He cradled Logan to his chest. “It's going to all be okay.”

“Non, non,” Logan said. He sat up, wiping his eyes. “They're okay. They're okay with it.”

Finn's wide grin filled his vision. “That's so great, baby.” He cupped Logan's cheek and kissed him hard. “What'd you tell them?”

Logan sniffled. “That, um. That we are together and that- that the world doesn't know yet, but the team does, and that-” He looked into Finn's eyes. His own welled up again, and he blinked a few tears down his cheeks. “That I'm happy.” He turned and kissed Leo. “We're happy.”

Leo smiled against his lips. “The happiest.”

Logan flopped back against him and opened his arms for Finn to give him a hug. “Can I stay here tonight?”

Finn kissed his cheek. “Of course you can. You're moving in in a few weeks.”

Logan groaned. “But that's so far away.”

“It's the best time for it, sweetheart,” Leo said, pulling Logan slightly into his lap. “We've got two days off after the regular season ends.” He made a raspberry noise against Logan's neck, making Logan giggle. “Plus, we need to give the Dumais kids some time to process.”

Finn whistled lowly under his breath. “Yikes, yeah. We're gonna be public enemy number one after stealing their Frenchie from them.”

Logan hit the back of his head lightly, then pulled him in for a kiss. “Don't talk about my children that way.”

Leo snorted. “They're not yours.”

“Katie is.”

“Well, fine, fine,” Leo sighed. He gave Logan's temple one last kiss before moving to stand. “I'm starving after that run. How about some burritos? I've got some meat, and I can make spicy rice and pico and guac.”

Logan smiled as he shifted over to let Leo out. “Merci, soleil.”

Leo kissed them each on the lips briefly before sauntering into the kitchen, whistling. Logan watched Finn’s eyes follow him. When he turned back to Logan, he smiled widely. “Hi, baby-baby. Feel better?”

Logan nodded, but he remained serious. He brought their faces closer. “I love you.” He played with Finn's hair briefly. “The day I move in I want to tell Leo we love him,” he whispered.

Finn's smile grew so big it scrunched his nose and the corners of his eyes. “Yeah?”

Logan smiled, too. “Ouais.”

Finn wiggled excitedly. “Yay. Yay, yay, yay!” he whisper-shouted. “We can get that cake he likes from down the road, and we can light candles, and I'll put on that jazz record-”

Logan kissed him, unable to direct his eagerness anywhere else. He was flushed with just the thought. “Ouais, yes, yes, yes.”

Finn just laughed and leaned into kiss Logan once more. 

***

End of March, 2019 (this takes place after Ch. 17 of SW)

Lorgan sat down on one of the kitchen barstools heavily with a sigh. He loved team dinners, he loved the Dumais, but he did like coming home to his own space. Or, not his own space but his-and-Finn's-and-Leo's space. An adult space. A home, one that they were making together.

It had been only a few days since moving in, a few days since telling Leo he loved him (We, he could hear Finn's voice say. We told him we love him.), and already he couldn't imagine existing in the same space as anyone else. It was bliss, it was home, it was love and pleasure so heady that Logan almost couldn't contain his joy and neediness. In fact, that seemed like a pretty good idea. Finn was in the shower; Leo was texting his parents, but maybe Logan could drag him away with a few kisses and join Finn underneath the spray, all steamy and glistening, and-

Logan sucked in a breath, already hot at the thought, and went to their bedroom. 

He put on a smile, biting his lip in a way he hoped was sexy enough for Leo to want to kiss him (not that it was hard), and leaned against the bedroom door. Leo was sat on the mattress, all tall and nicely dressed from dinner, and looking intently at his phone. 

Logan wanted to kiss him so badly. “Le?”

“Hm?” When Leo looked up, his eyes were wet and his face flushed.

Logan stiffened and pushed off the wall. “Merde,” he said. He went to stand in between Leo’s legs and cupped his round face. “Peanut, what's wrong?”

Leo blinked, pulling back to wipe at his face. “Sorry. Sorry, sweetheart, I'm okay.”

“Non,” Logan protested gently. Leo watched him as he walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled over to settle against the pillows by Leo's left side. He sat up, stretched out his arm, and tugged Leo until he fell against his chest. “Mon soleil, can you tell me?”

Leo swung his legs onto the bed to lie down fully, bringing a hand up to hold Logan's bicep. “I watched Sirius’ interview. From the game.”

“Okay,” Logan whispered into his hair. He kissed Leo's temple, letting him collect his thoughts.

“What he said,” Leo continued. “About- about loving the game and finding someone who allowed him to love the game and love outside of the game. About Remus, it- I don't know, it just made me sad.”

Logan made a noise of dissent and squeezed Leo harder. “Why would it make you sad, mon coeur?”

Leo’s breath was shaky. “Because it- because so many people reacted so horribly, and now all he does is answer questions about it. I'm- I'm so proud of them, and so grateful that there are openly gay people in hockey, but it-” Leo's voice turned high pitched, and Logan felt as his body hitched with a sob.

“Mon soleil,” Logan whispered, hugging Leo tightly. “Sh, c'est bien, I've got you.”

“Nobody should have to do that,” Leo cried softly. “I don't want to do that.”

Logan felt his heart break and his body stiffen. He knew Leo wasn't shy about his identity, not in the way Logan was. They were still figuring this dynamic out, the three of them, and had agreed to wait a while, but Logan couldn't help but wonder if Leo would have chosen to have done something differently if he hadn't gotten together with the two of them. If he would have already come out, however subtly. 

Finn chose that moment to walk through the door, a towel hanging from his hips. He entered with his usual swagger, but stopped upon seeing Logan and Leo. “Shit,” he said. “Give me two seconds.”

He threw the towel on the floor and rummaged quickly for a pair of boxers, then came to lie beside them on the bed. “What's happening? Leo, what's wrong?”

Leo sniffled, leaning into Finn's hand that was smoothing back his hair. “I watched Sirius’ interview. After the game.” A few more tears fell down his cheek and Finn wiped them away. “I don't like watching him have to defend himself and Remus, or- or just answer questions about it.” He ducked down into Logan's chest. “He's good at hockey. People seem to forget that now, sometimes.”

Finn glanced at Logan with knowing eyes, then looked back down to Leo. “Do you- do you think about that, sweetheart? Having to answer questions about it?”

Leo nodded, his eyes welling up again. “Mmhm.” He snuggled closer in Logan's arms. “I'm not ashamed of who I am. I just wish that it wasn't a given that I'll have to  talk to reporters about it. To defend it.” His lips wobbled a bit. “I'm good at hockey.”

Finn bent his head to press kisses to Leo's cheeks. “You're so good, nutter butter,” he whispered. “And you're so beautiful, and gentle, and kind.” Every descriptor seemed to make Leo cry harder, but Finn just kissed the tears away. “You're so much more than just your sexuality, baby. And you're everything to us. Right, Lo?”

Logan nodded hurriedly, kissing Leo's head repeatedly. “Ouais, mon soleil. We meant it when we said we loved you. You're everything.”

Finn made a noise in agreement. “We love you so much. We talk about it all the time.”

“You do?” Leo asked, almost timid.

Finn kissed him slowly. “Of course we do. And we will only come out whenever we are all ready. And we will do it in such a way that we avoid as much questioning as possible.” He had a fierce glint in his eye. “I will defend you both if I have to, but I will not let anyone tell me loving you is wrong.” He looked between them both. “It is the most right thing that I've ever felt.”

Leo nodded against Logan's chest and Logan held him tighter. It wasn't often that he was the one holding one of his boys like this, and he loved the weight of Leo's body on top of his. He vowed to do it more often. 

“I love you,” Leo whispered tearily “I love you so much.”

“Love you,” Logan said, kissing Leo's temple in bursts. “Love you, love you, love you. Now, soleil-” He sat up slightly, jostling Leo a little bit. “-I was going to come in here and ask to go give rouge a sexy surprise in the shower-”

Finn's eyebrows shot up. 

Logan rolled his eyes playfully. “-but I think it's best we go to bed.” He tilted Leo's face to the side to kiss him lightly. “Let's take a shower. I want to wash the day off of me, then we can cuddle.”

Leo bit his lip around a small smile. His eyes were still a bit wet, but the tears made his baby blues crystal clear. “I could be persuaded into a sexy surprise.”

Logan felt heat stir in his belly. “Ouais?”

Leo nodded. “Ouais. It makes me all hot when you tell me you love me.” He made to sit up, then turned to Finn and winked. “We'll be right back, sweetheart.”

“Fuck that,’ Finn blurted out. He shot up and scurried around the bed, grasping Leo by the hips and kissing him as he nudged him out through the doorway. “I'm joining.”

Leo laughed in between the wet kisses Finn was pressing to his mouth. “You just- hm, Finn- you just showered, honey.”

“I literally said I don't care. I'll shower after, if you want, too. Just no sexy showering without me.” Finn held out a hand to Logan. “Chop chop, Tremblay, sexy shower time.”

Logan shook his head fondly and flushed, allowing himself to be pulled off the bed, pulled out of their bedroom, pulled out of his clothes, pulled into the steamy shower, and pulled off the edge, in free-fall and forever- forever- in love. This, he thought as his boyfriends’ bodies blanketed his own, their laughs in his ear and their mouths against his skin, was what a home should feel like.

Oo so active I love!! Can you do a Finnlo fight with old scars/trauma resurfacing? And Leo heals all, I love when he gets one on one with each and helps them understand each other better.

Oof, I do love a good FinnLo working through trauma sort of situation, it has to be said. And Leo hates seeing them hurt, poor sunshine baby. :(

HOWEVER, I do think it's kind of beautiful that, no matter how long you know someone, there is always more to learn about each other, something that I see FinnLo kind of struggling to recognize sometimes. So, have some (yikes) FinnLo ANGST with a perceptive and intelligent sunshine coming to help ease the pain.

Character credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Salut, maman.”

“How are you, sweetheart?” his mother asked in French.

“Bien.” Logan switched the phone to his other hand as he put the dried utensils away. “Le just made a nice dinner. Are you on your way to the airport?”

On the other side of the line, Iva let out a sigh. “Actually, Lobear, I have some bad news. Your father got caught up in a work thing- one of the administrators in the hospital committed fraud and now he’s having to deal with the fallout. It’s a mess, sweetheart, we’re not going to make it.”

“Quoi?” Logan sat down heavily at one of the counter stools. “What do you mean? Maman, can’t you come?”

“Logan, I can’t just leave your father and go to France right now. He’s stressed out and working long hours, and-”

“But I-” Logan took a breath and rested his forehead in his hand. “Sorry, I was just excited for a family vacation. The girls are all coming next week.”

“Logan.” His mother’s voice was stern, but still sad. “I know, sweetheart, I know. I’m so sorry. The girls are upset as well.” She let out a sigh. “We’ll try and visit you and the boys at some point this summer before you have to go back to New York, but it’s looking really bad. There’s a lot of frustrated doctors and patients.”

Logan nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “Ouais. Ouais, I understand.” He hung his head back and tried to fight against the tears forming in his eyes. “I love you. Tell dad I say hi.”

“I love you, too, Logan. Sleep tight, my love.”

The line went dead, and Logan slouched forward to rest his head in his hands. He took a shaky breath and let out a soft sound. Time with his boys in Nice was invaluable, but it had been ages since the Tremblay family had been all together and not surrounded by hockey, just each other. And Leo and Finn had been so excited to come on a family vacation. Logan felt his chest ache for them.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Leo came through the doorway. “Finn’s making a fire out on the- whoa.” He stopped abruptly and came up to rest a hand on Logan’s back. “Lo, what’s wrong?”

Logan quickly wiped away the tears that had fallen on his cheeks. “Everything’s fine, soleil,” he whispered in French. He was too tired for English.

“No, it’s not.” Leo guided Logan into his chest and they wrapped their arms around each other. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“There’s an emergency at my dad’s work- one of the administrators committed fraud, and he’s having to deal with the legal stuff. It’s a complete mess. Maman just called to say they can’t make it.”

“Oh, mon coeur.” Leo squeezed him tightly. “Oh, Logan, I’m so sorry.”

“I know.” Logan felt his voice shaking. “It’s just, I was so excited to finally have a family-”

“Lovers, I’ve got the fire started!” Finn’s voice came from down the hallway. “What do you want to drink, we’ve got-” He stopped in the doorway. “What’s going on, what’s happening?” When Logan groaned and more tears slipped out, Finn’s face dropped and he rushed over. “Hey, baby, what-?”

“I just wanted them to be here with you-”

“Sh, I know, honey, it’s alright.”

“Non, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just miss my parents, and-”

“Lo, English, I can’t understand.”

Logan looked up at him from his place in Leo’s chest. “I was.”

Finn shook his head, eyes pained. “No, Lo, you weren’t. I don’t like this, you need to tell me.” 

Logan bit his lip and tilted his head back, slightly frustrated. It hurt, sometimes, having to translate the things he was feeling into words that Finn could understand. And Logan was tired, so tired, because they had gotten up early, and had gone for a long run, and then spent the whole day wandering around, and his head hurt. It hurt so badly, trying to switch between languages, and translating, and communicating. He let out a sigh that must have come across harsh, because Finn took a step back, cheeks red. “Hey, whoa. Lo, what the hell?”

Leo looked frantically between them. “Finn.”

“No, I don’t like not knowing what he’s saying! Logan, c’mon-”

“Finn, I don’t think you should push-”

“Allez,” Logan said softly, breathing in and out through his mouth, which just seemed to make Finn panic more. He rubbed his hands over his face and stood, heading towards the patio door. “Allez, I need some space.”

“Logan. English, please, I need to understand, I can’t understand you.” 

“Finn.” Leo’s voice was soft. “Finn, he just needs a minute. Just give him a minute.”

The last thing Logan heard was Finn’s frustrated huff, and then he closed the patio door behind him.

***

French was tricky for Finn, Leo had figured out. He tried his best, spending time watching movies and TV shows with French audio and English captions, and did some grammar exercises when he could, but his lack of progress and fluency was clearly frustrating him. Most of the time, unless the two of them were alone just together, Leo and Logan spoke English in Finn’s presence. It didn’t really bother Leo much, to switch between the two languages, but it clearly sometimes bothered Logan- when he was overstimulated, when he was tired, when he was feeling things he needed to just let out, and he couldn’t do that as automatically in English. He’d gotten better, but there were times when Leo could physically see him flinching and wincing, the act of translating taking a toll on his body and mind. And Finn, Leo had come to realize, didn’t quite understand how difficult it was.

They watched Logan’s back disappear through the patio door and into the dying French sunlight, Leo still gripping Finn’s hand gently from when he’d stopped him from following Logan outside. Finn was breathing heavily, face and neck red from frustration and worry- and maybe a little anger, Leo thought. He drew those freckled fingers to his lips and kissed them gently. He gave Finn a tug. “C’mere, sweetheart. Let’s go for a walk.”

But Finn was still staring out the door. “No, Le, he’s just sitting out there, and I don’t understand-”

“Finn.” Leo tugged harder, forcing Finn to look at him. “I know you’re upset, but you need to let him be, okay? His dad had a legal emergency at work, so his parents can't come, and he's exhausted. Let’s go for a walk and talk.”

Finn looked a little taken aback at Leo’s firm tone of voice, but nodded. The fight had just evaporated from his body. “Okay. I’m sorry, Le, okay.”

“Hey.” Leo kissed him softly, then kissed the purple underneath his strained brown eyes. “I love you. And Logan does, too.” He laced their fingers together and squeezed. “Let’s go, I know just the place.”

They didn’t go far, just to the beach near Logan’s house, but it was far enough where they could both get some air. Leo pulled Finn back against his chest and laced their hands across Finn’s stomach. The sunset was just turning orange, casting a glow over the world and the water. Leo kissed the back of Finn’s head. “You look beautiful in the sunset.”

There was a hitching breath, a soft whimper, and then Finn started to cry, silent, shaking sobs wracking through his body. Leo leaned around and kissed each tear, waiting.

Finn pressed into his touch. “He just- in college he would just walk away from me. I would try to talk to him about- about us, and he would use French to- to get out of talking, and I can’t do it anymore, Le, I just can’t.”

“Sh, I know. I know, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” Leo felt like his heart was breaking. “I’m so sorry, let it out, baby.”

“Leo, I don’t know what I did wrong.”

That made Leo suck in a breath. “Nothing. Finn, you did nothing wrong. You’re just- you’re having trouble communicating.”

Finn let out a sad sound and shook his head. His eyes were squeezed shut tightly, as if he was in pain. “No.”

“Oh, honey.” Leo wrapped him up tightly. “Honey, you are. It happens, even for you two.” He licked his lips nervously. “Can I- can I say something?” 

“Yeah.”

“And when I say this, I need you to know that this is not to hurt you, and that I love you so much, okay?”

A brief pause. “Okay.”

Leo took a preparatory breath. “I think- I think you need to let Logan speak in French. Sometimes.” Finn flinched, but let Leo continue. “When he gets emotional, or frustrated, it’s sometimes hard for him to translate. And I know it doesn’t seem fair, but you need to let him feel for a minute for himself, then let him explain it to you.”

“Yeah.” Finn rested his head back against Leo’s shoulder. “But he can’t- he can’t use it as an excuse not to talk to me. I need him to, like, say he needs space, I can’t-” His breath hitched again. “I just feel so lost, and I hate not being able to help him.”

“Sh, sh, honey, I know.” Leo kissed where his hair fanned out over his ears. “But sometimes you don’t need to help him, at least not right away. Sometimes you need to just listen, and let him come to you when he’s ready.” He brushed Finn’s hair back from his face. His eyes were still closed, but not as tightly anymore. “And he will. You know he will. He’ll always talk to you, he’ll always tell you how he feels. And I know it’s unfair that I can understand him first, I know, baby, and I know it makes you feel frustrated. But he loves you so much, Finn. And he’ll talk to you once he can express how he feels in a way you can understand.”

Finn was silent for a long time. After a few minutes of gazing at the sunset, he tilted his head and pressed a kiss to Leo’s jaw. “In college, when Logan brought me here, we swam one night right out there.” He pointed to a spot in the distance, and Leo braced for the story he knew so well. “And I told him I wanted him. And he just- he spoke French at me and…” A new wave of tears fell from his eyes and his voice broke. His heart was fast under Leo’s palm, breathing quick and uneven. “God, that hurt so badly. That hurt more than anything else I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“Finn.” Leo felt himself start to tear up, too, and pressed his nose into Finn’s cheek. It wasn’t like Finn to panic so harshly. “Finn, baby, breathe. I need you to breathe with me, baby, you’re scaring me.”

“Sorry,” Finn gasped. “Sorry, sorry, Leo-”

“I’ve got you,” Leo whispered, pressing their foreheads together. “I’ve always got you.” 

They breathed together for a few minutes. Finn’s body was hot against Leo’s own, as if he was feverish, and Leo had half a mind to take him into that ocean and wash away the memories. Instead, when Finn’s pulse slowed, he pressed a soft kiss to his lips and pulled back to look at him. “Feel better?” At Finn’s nod, Leo kissed him again. “Good. Let’s go back to the house, sweetheart. I’ll talk to Lo.”

Finn’s eyes turned anxious. “Do you think he’s mad at me?”

“No.” Leo shook his head. “No, I think… I think he loves you more than he can say, and he doesn’t want to hurt you.” 

Finn deflated. “I know. I know, I’m sorry.” He looked up at Leo through his lashes. “I love you. I love you both so much. I’m just- I don’t know why I get frustrated.”

Leo bit his lip. “Maybe it’s just one of those things you don’t quite understand about each other yet. That you’re still learning.” He brushed their noses together. “I think that’s kind of beautiful, that you’re still learning each other.”

Finn smiled slightly. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right, it is.” He kissed Leo’s cheek. “Thank you, peanut.”

“Always, sweetheart.” Leo patted his hip. “C’mon, up you get. Go take a shower, and I’ll go talk to Lo.”

They both felt lighter, clearly, as they stood, but Leo didn’t miss the way Finn looked longingly at the water once more. 

***

Fifteen minutes later, Leo let his head thump lightly against the wall beside the bathroom door. He could hear the shower running and Finn talking to himself, which was a good sign, but his heart was still pounding in his chest. They hadn’t seen Logan when they walked through the house- Leo assumed he was still on the patio. He pressed a hand over his chest, took a deep breath, and walked through the living room to the back door. 

Through the glass, he could see Logan hunched over, adding another log to the dying fire. He looked serious, muscles tense, and when he heard Leo slide the door open he jerked a bit. His eyes were red when they met Leo’s. “Salut.”

“Salut.” Leo closed the door softly behind him and went to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the fire pit. “Ça va?” When Logan just shook his head, Leo let out a sigh. “I just took Finn to the beach,” he whispered in French. “We talked for a while, he’s in the shower now.”

Logan looked up at him. “D’accord, is he-” He stopped, squinting at Leo briefly across the flames, before he sucked in a breath. “Were you crying?”

Leo felt a nervous feeling work its way up his throat. “Ouais.”

Logan’s face looked like heartbreak. “And Finn, was he-?”

“Ouais.”

Logan groaned, falling forward to rest his face in his hands with a shaky breath. “I don’t want to make him cry. Oh God, I made him cry-”

“Sweetheart, look at me.” Leo stood and went to kneel between Logan’s legs, the warm fire at his back, and cupped his face in his hands. “Look at me, Lo.” When Logan did, Leo wiped away the wetness on his cheeks. “Finn was just scared, and frustrated. He doesn’t like not being able to understand you.”

“Je sais.” Logan’s voice was broken and sad. “Je sais, Leo, I’m so sorry-”

“Sh, sh, I’ve got you.” Leo pressed a firm kiss to his forehead, then rested their temples together. “I know you’re trying, I know it, Lo, but he sometimes doesn’t. He just wants to fix anything that’s hurting you right away. But he also has to let you feel, and I told him that. And once you figure it out, then you can translate and tell him, but he needs to let you do it yourself.” Leo pulled back to look him in the eye. “But you can’t just walk away, Lo. You have to tell him, in English, that you need a minute, and then take it.”

Logan closed his eyes like the words hurt him. “It- it’s a bad habit. With him.”

“He told me.” Leo thought for a moment, then lowered his voice. “He told me about the sea again. The story about you two in the water at night, while we were at the beach.”

“Merde.” Logan let out a pained sound. “Mon rouge…” He sniffed and held Leo’s wrists. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you always have to deal with- with us, us not communicating.”

“Non,” Leo whispered firmly, thumbs rubbing Logan’s jaw. “Hey, no, don’t say that. I want to help you, Lo, because I love you, not because I feel like I have to.” He sighed. “But you have to talk to him about it, okay? He doesn’t want to hurt you, and you don’t want to hurt him. And you don’t hurt each other, really, you just- you need to take a pause for a moment, that’s all.”

But Logan’s expression was disbelieving. “I made him cry. I made you cry.”

“Non, Logan.” Leo pressed their bodies together harder. “You didn’t, your actions did. The situation did. How much we love you made us cry, but never you, sweetheart. You’re all we could ever want.”

“I love you,” Logan said softly, kissing Leo so gently it felt like bathing in sunlight. “I love you so much.”

“I love you.” Leo stood, holding out his hands to pull Logan into standing up. “D’accord, Finn’s probably out of the shower now. Let’s go see him.”

Leo could tell Logan was nervous by the way he gripped his hand tightly as they made their way through the house. It was getting dark now, their bodies casting long shadows on the walls. There wasn’t a sound of water running through the pipes, so Leo figured Finn was in their bedroom. He tugged Logan along slowly and stopped in front of the door, turning to face him and kiss him briefly. “Good?”

“Ouais.” Logan pressed his forehead into Leo’s chest, hugging him, before cautiously turning the knob.

The room was bathed in just the warm light of a lamp. The window was open, letting in a cool breeze coming off the ocean, ruffling the white curtains. Finn was sitting up against the pillows on the bed, now in boxers and a sweatshirt, glasses perched on his nose as he read from a paperback. He looked up as Logan entered, Leo standing in the doorway. His eyes, though warm, were red-rimmed, and his cheeks were flushed. “Hi,” he whispered, voice cracking through what sounded to Leo like tears.

Logan let out a soft sound. “Mon rouge.”

Then he was crossing the room in two strides to straddle Finn’s hips on the mattress, wrapping his strong arms tightly around Finn’s shoulders. A soft sob escaped Finn’s body as he held Logan just as tightly, fingers gripping the muscles of Logan’s back. “Lo, I’m so sorry, I-”

“Non, non, Finn.” Logan pulled back to cup Finn’s face and kiss the skin, catching the falling tears with his lips. “Non, mon rouge, désolé. Mon amour, ma vie, mon tout, je suis tellement désolé. Don’t cry, I don’t want you to cry.” He kissed Finn on the mouth and then looked him in the eye. “I should not have walked away.”

“I should have let you have space, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, baby, about your family, I-” Finn cut himself off, kissing Logan hard once more. “I love you.”

“Ouais.” Logan began kissing his cheeks again, then moved down to his neck. “Ouais, je t’aime, ma vie, mon cœur, ma lumière, je t’aime.”

Finn let his head fall back with a soft smile. “Now this French I find sexy.”

“Finn.” Logan lifted his face from Finn’s neck and ran his hands through Finn’s hair. His eyes were serious and yearning, but he was so gentle it made Leo’s heart ache. “I’m being serious, I don’t want you to feel like that. I’m so sorry I keep making you feel like that, I’m going to try. I’m going to communicate better, I’m going to try.” 

“Then I’ll try, too.” Finn rested their foreheads together. “I don’t like not being able to fix things. But you need time, sometimes, and I know I won’t always understand right away.”

“But I’ll tell you.”

Finn smiled and kissed Logan’s cheek. “But you’ll tell me.” He sat up straighter, then looked to where Leo was standing. He smiled and held out an arm. “Now, where’s our sunshine?”

Leo tilted his head to rest against the doorframe and gazed at them softly. “Hi.”

“C’mere, baby, c’mere.” He pulled Leo against him when he walked over to the bed, scooching a bit so he didn’t fall off. Finn pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you, baby. It’s not your job, and it’s not why we love you, but thank you for catching us.”

“Ouais.” Logan moved off of Finn’s lap to sit in Leo’s and draped his arms around his shoulders. His green eyes were wet, but Leo saw his smile right up until he closed his eyes and kissed him. “Merci, mon coeur.”

Leo nudged their noses together. “I told you. I do it because I love you, not because I have to.” He looked at Finn. “And you catch me, too. You caught me right in your arms when we met, even if you didn’t know it, and you’ve caught me every time I’ve fallen since.” 

Finn’s smile widened. “I like catching you, baby. You look so pretty in my arms.” He kissed Leo’s blushing cheek. “Je t’aime, peanut.”

Leo laughed. “I love you.” He turned to Logan, who was watching them both with soft eyes. “Je t’aime aussi.”

“Oui. Toujours, mes amours.” He settled his hips further into Leo’s and nicked Finn’s cheek with his thumb. “That wasn’t that bad, Harz.”

Finn waggled his eyebrows. “Been learning. Though, I gotta say, most of my French is not very appropriate, so I will need some help with that.”

Logan laughed. “Ouais, we can help you.” He tilted forward and rested his cheek right where Leo and Finn’s shoulders were touching, his eyes turned to look at Leo. “I’m sleepy.”

“Mm.” Leo tilted his head to rest on top of Logan’s. “Shower? Then we can go to bed.”

“Can I be in the middle?”

Leo and Logan both straightened to look at Finn, who was biting his nail with slightly nervous brown eyes. Logan smiled widely. He took Finn’s hand and kissed it. “Ouais, mon amour.”

“Kay.” He ran a hand through Logan’s hair. “Can we snug?”

Leo scoffed. “Like that’s even a question.” He kissed Finn’s neck then took Logan by the hips to lift him off the bed to stand. “We’ll be ten minutes, honey, promise.”

“Hurry back.”

They left Finn to his book and went to the bathroom. Leo was grabbing some towels from the closet while Logan let the water heat up when a thought made him laugh. “You know,” he said. “I think it really would be funny to teach Finn French.”

“Huh?” Logan asked, stripping his clothes. “Quoi?”

Leo shrugged, hanging up the towels and reaching behind himself to pull his T-shirt off. “I’m just saying, his accent would be horrible.” He wrapped his hands around Logan’s waist as they stepped into the shower, guiding him beneath the hot spray. “And he would probably only use it to say dirty things to us, anyways, even if he knew more.”

Logan tilted his head back to face the water and laughed. “Ouais, he would.” He looked back at Leo over his shoulder. “But I wouldn’t complain.”

Leo smiled. “No. Neither would I.”

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Leo wiped his hand on the shower glass to clear it, then grinned even wider when he saw Finn staring at them, hips resting against the sink. “Sweetheart?”

Finn played with his own fingers. “Didn’t want to be far from you. Can I stay?”

“Of course, baby.”

“Cool.” Finn boosted himself up to sit on the side of the sink, letting his legs swing. “You know, I like this show. Might have to shower stalk you more often.” 

Logan blew him a kiss. “Whatever you want, mon coeur.”

Finn nodded. He whistled lowly when Leo and Logan both turned away from him to grab their exfoliator and soap. “Damn, this is a nice show. And it’s free, even better.”

Leo rolled his eyes fondly and shared a look with Logan. “He’s back.”

Logan bit his lip. “Ouais. He’s back.”

“Can you, like, make out or something, please? As an experiment.”

Leo furrowed his eyebrows. “An experiment for what?”

“To see how long I can sit still here for.”

Leo and Logan shook their heads, but leaned in for a kiss that started out brief, but Logan’s tongue ran over Leo’s lips and then Leo was melting underneath the warm water.

“Yup, that’s what I’m talking about.” They looked over to see him resting back against his hands, a delighted smile on his face. He waved his fingers. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Leo just winked at him and drew Logan’s body closer again. “I guess we gotta give it to him.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, looking up through his dark eyelashes. “Whatever he wants. Forever.”

Leo nodded. “Forever. Now, c’mere, Tremblay, and give me a kiss.”

And with Logan’s smile against his own and Finn’s happy noises, Leo felt himself soften… or maybe it just felt like the beginning of sinking into forever.

Hii!! If you'd wanna write something about Leo being a bit younger than Finn and Logan that would be lovely! Maybe him being slightly insecure about it and FinnLo reassuring him, or maybe he misses his mama and needs some extra hugs, or perhaps Finn and Logan have to teach him something about adulthood, like paying bills or smth. Whatever you feel like really! No pressure though 🥰

Have a lovely day!!

Personally, I feel like Leo was pretty ready for a lot of adult stuff, like paying rent and cooking for himself and taxes. I headcanon Wyatt as working as an accountant or in finance and actually LOVING IT, he's a total math and numbers nerd (if you were wondering, Eloise works at a nonprofit and volunteers at a women's shelter and you can fight me on that). So I feel like Mama and Papa Knut prepared Leo really well for the real world. HOWEVER, it's hard on ANYONE to move away from home, especially if you're lucky enough to come from a loving one or are from a place you love to go back to, like Leo.

Hence, have some sweet little nutter butter needing a pick-me-up from his boyfs who couldn't even chop a carrot properly before they met him (it's okay, they've learned, and they help Leo prep and can make a few good recipes)!

All credits to @lumosinlove

P.S. I just got back from a LONG hike, so I am going to curl up with a blanket and bang out some of these prompts staring at me in my inbox. Thank you for being so patient, and please keep sending me your ideas! XOXO

Leo liked hanging out with Regulus’ college friends. They were funny and charming, and didn't seem to have any idea about anything related to hockey, which suited him just fine. They were a bit artsy, kind of like the friends he wished he'd had when he was in high school. 

It was another end of year party, after Regulus’ sophomore year, and Leo was talking to Amanda about her French essay.

“It was kind of cool,” she was saying. “Looking at the demographics of different dialects and where they came from. But there's almost nothing out there on Cajun French, at least not that I could find.”

Leo laughed. “I could've been your textbook.”

She smiled. “Should've thought of that.” She shrugged. “But I found enough sources to justify the length of my section on that dialect, so it's all right, I guess.”

He nodded, trying to still listen, but he caught sight of Finn and Logan across the way. Finn had a hand low on Logan's back as he mixed them both drinks, and Logan had turned to talk to him, smiling with his lips against Finn's jaw. Logan had grown his hair out again, the curls less frizzy now that he actually took care of it. Finn was running his long, nimble fingers through the dark locks, and Leo could just imagine the feeling.

“I've never asked,” Amanda said. “You didn't go to college, did you? Not even for a little bit?”

Leo turned to her, brow furrowed. “No, why?”

She nodded her head from side to side. “Just trying to put the pieces together.” She considered her next words. “They were already in the NHL when you met, right?”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “They met at Harvard, then Finn got drafted to the Lions, then Logan, then about- three? No, a two years later, I came along, right out of high school.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “How old were you when you got together?”

Leo suddenly straightened. “Uh, nineteen.” He looked at her shocked face. “What?”

Amanda shook her head rapidly. “Nothing, nothing. It's just- does it bother you?”

Leo was confused. “That they knew each other beforehand? No, I actually like learn-”

“No,” Amanda laughed, then sobered. “No, the fact that they're a bit older than you.”

Leo just looked at her. “Uh, no? I don't think I've ever thought of it as a bad thing.”

“But they were, like, out of college for a few years when you met. You would've just been starting.” She looked at him apprehensively. “And that doesn't- I don't know, it doesn't make you think?”

“About what?”

Amanda seemed a bit lost for words. “About- about whether they're… you know, it.”

Leo was taken aback. “It? Of course they are, I love them.”

She sighed. “I'm not trying to, like, make you insecure or criticize.” She shrugged. “I was in a relationship when I was in middle school, all the way up until halfway through this year. I thought he was ‘it’, too. I guess I'm…”

“You're what?”

She looked him right in the eye. “I'm curious.”

“Curious?”

“About what it's like to know- like, really know- that you've found the loves of your life when you're so young.”

Leo looked at her carefully. “I think- I think for us it works. And for some people it doesn't.” He bit his lip. “It's also different for us. Logan and Finn were always destined for each other, even if they were a disaster at Harvard. But if I wasn't really it, if they didn't love me completely and wholly, they wouldn't have been with anyone else but each other.”

“And that doesn't bother you?”

To Amanda’s obvious surprise, Leo smiled. “No. No, I think it's romantic.”

“Oh.” She looked down. “I'm sorry.”

Leo patted her arm. “Don't be. It- it's okay to have questions.” 

He looked up to where Finn and Logan were talking with Regulus, who got approached by someone else. He excused himself, leaving the other two by themselves.  

Leo turned back to Amanda, gesturing with his thumb. “I think I'm- I'm gonna just…”

“Yeah,” she said with a small smile. 

“I hope you did well on your French essay.”

Her cheeks flushed, pleased. “Thanks, Leo. I'll see you later.”

“See you.”

Leo wandered over to where his boyfriends were, seemingly bickering quietly underneath a string of lights. He came up behind them and rested his hands on Logan's hips. Logan turned up to him with a smile. “Soleil,” he said happily. He turned into Leo's arms and leaned up for a kiss. “Ça va?”

Leo nodded. “Ouais. What are we talking about?”

Finn snorted. “Which M&M flavor is best. I said pretzel.”

“Non, the caramel ones.”

“Those aren't even that good, they're just pure sugar.”

Logan huffed, then tugged Leo's forearm gently. “Allez, Le,” he said. “Which one's better?”

“Personally,” he said, bending his neck down to be closer to them. “I prefer the peanut ones.”

Their answering smiles warmed him from his head to his toes.

***

Later, when they were all cuddled up in bed, cooling down in a late-night afterglow, Amanda's words kept nagging slightly at Leo’s brain.

“Guys,” he said from his place on Logan’s chest. “I have a question.”

Finn, walking over from where he threw the cloths in the laundry hamper, came to flop on his stomach beside them, his chin resting on Leo’s hip bone. “What is it, my peanut M&M?”

Leo snuggled closer into Logan's warm skin. “Does it ever… I don't know, like, bother you that I'm younger?”

Finn looked taken aback. “What? No- I mean-” He suddenly looked defensive  “Did someone say something?”

Leo pressed his nose into Logan's chest. “At the party today. Amanda asked if I was sure about you guys, because we met when I was so young.”

Logan shifted underneath him. “Quoi? Sure?”

Leo carded a hand through Finn's hair. “Like, if I was sure you guys are forever for me. If I am sure.”

“You are forever.”

Leo smiled at the grumpy, possessive tone that Logan sometimes got. “That's what I told her. I told her that, if I wasn't, then you two wouldn't have wanted anyone else but each other.”

Finn kissed his palm. “But we do want you.”

“You've made that very clear,” Leo laughed. “And I know that the two of you, or me with just one of you, would never compare to the three of us.” He brought his foot to rest on Finn's lower back. “But I do think about it. The fact that I'm a little younger.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. “You're more of an adult than we are.”

“Hey.” Finn flicked Logan's leg. “Speak for yourself.”

Logan wrapped Leo up tighter. “You were way more mature at nineteen than I was when I was nineteen.”

Finn nodded solemnly. “That's true. Nutty, you're way ahead of your years.”

“Thanks, I think?” Leo smiled. “But sometimes- I don't know, sometimes I don't feel like that.”

“What do you mean, mon coeur?” 

Leo shrugged. “I feel like- I don't know, sometimes I really miss home. New Orleans. Like, it's still home to me, but Gryff is home to me, and you're home to me, so I feel home in all these places. I just can't let go of New Orleans yet, and sometimes…” He pressed into their hands. “I really, really love you, but sometimes I feel like I need a hug from my mama.”

Finn smiled at him, carding a hand through his hair. “That's not because you're younger. That's just because you're so sweet.”

Leo felt sheepish, turning his smile into Logan's chest.

Finn cooed. “Aw, our little sunshine's embarrassed.”

Logan laughed, leaning his head down over Leo to press wet kisses to his forehead and cheeks. “Ouais, mon soleil, you're just the sweetest.”

“Guys,” Leo said, but he felt warm. “Stop that.”

“Non, non, never.” Logan settled further against the pillows, bringing Leo with him and cradling his head with his hand. “Toujours, soleil.”

Finn shifted further up the bed, laying down beside them with a leg thrown over their bodies. “Do you ever feel insecure about it, baby?”

Leo considered this for a second. “I guess… sometimes I wonder what people think. Because you were in your mid-twenties when I was nineteen and we got together.”

Logan groaned. “No we were not.”

“Way to call us old, peanut.”

Leo kissed Logan's chest. “I'm just sayin’- a lot of people would think that's weird. But as we've gotten older, it seems less weird.”

Finn smacked his hip lightly. “Will you quit it with the age thing?”

“I'm sorry, honey. C'mere.” He pulled Finn in for a kiss. “Better?”

Finn nodded satisfactorily. “Very much, yes.”

“Allez, where's mine?”

Logan was looking at them both expectantly. Leo rolled over a bit to hover over him, leaning down to brush their lips together. When they pulled apart, Logan didn't even open his eyes, just turned his face toward Finn, jutting his chin out.

“You needy thing,” Finn said, but complied. Their lips made a soft breaking sound as they pulled apart. “Needy baby boy.”

“Mm, ici.” Logan pulled Leo down to rest on him again and tangled his ankles with Finn's. “Ouais. We sleep like this.”

Finn brushed his hair back from his face. “Needy thing.” He looked to Leo. “Sweet thing.”

Leo snorted. “I thought that was Logan.”

Finn shook his head. “It's both of you. I'm a lucky guy.”

Leo nudged their noses together. “That you are.” He breathed deeply and settled once again on Logan’s chest. The skin was warm, like a heater, lulling his eyes into closing. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

“Love you,” Finn sighed. “My sweetest things.” He stroked a hand up and down Leo's ribs. “Your age doesn't matter, baby. You could be two years younger, or two years older, or ten years older, and we'd still love you.”

Leo scrunched his nose. “Ten years older?”

“Mm,” Finn said, biting Leo's jaw. “Sexy silver fox.”

Leo pushed his face away with a laugh. “Ew, no, that's so gross.”  When Finn leaned in to suck at his jaw again, licking at the skin, Leo made a protesting noise. “Finn.”

Logan patted Leo's butt. “I love how you are in this life, peanut. Exactly like this.”

That made Finn perk up. “Do you think we're together in every life?”

“Yes,” Leo answered immediately. He tilted his chin up to look between the two of them. “I don't want to love anyone else but the two of you.”

“Non, me neither,” Logan grunted. He wiggled a bit, wrapping his legs around Leo's calves. “Don't like that thought.”

Finn snorted. “You're a grumpy and possessive baby now.” He tucked his face into Logan's neck. “But you're both mine in every lifetime. No take-backs.”

“No,” Leo smiled. He could feel Logan's breathing evening out below his cheek. “No take-backs. Good night, sweethearts.”

“Good night, nutter butter.”

Logan just made a soft sighing noise, but he pulled Leo closer. Leo smiled, taking one last chance to look at how their skin shone in the moonlight, how their lips parted around their breathing, before closing his own eyes. He could get used to this in every lifetime.