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FINLO GOING TO A REUNION WITH THE HARVARD HOCKEY TEAM AND GETTING MADE FUN OF BECAUSE THEY KEEP BRINGING UP LEO!! BONUS IF LEO IS IN NOLA AND POSTS LIKE A HOT PHOTO OF HIM ON THE BOAT OR SOMETHING

Why have a sweet, talented, sexy boyfriend if not to show him off?

Enjoy a smitten FinnLo missing their sunshine and a chaotic Harvard reunion!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Sharmall!”

“A’Horo!”

Logan and Will Morgan shared a look as Finn and Percy did their usual crazy greeting, grabbing each other by the face and chattering nonsense. It didn’t matter that they were in a private room in a fancy restaurant in Boston- they would greet each other like that anywhere.

“How are you, Tremz?” Will greeted, drawing Logan in for a hug. “Summer treating you well?”

“Ouais, all good,” he replied.

Will’s eyes darted around the room. “Where’s your other half? Or, third I guess.”

Logan grinned and pulled out his phone. “Back in New Orleans visiting his mom and dad. Look, sent us a photo of the cove he likes when he was out on his boat.”

Will peered over Logan’s shoulder and let out a breath. “Damn. Damn, that’s gorgeous. You guys heading down?”

Logan nodded, a dreamy sort of smile on his face. “Oui, tomorrow. We fly out in the morning.”

“I know that face,” Percy interrupted. He took Logan by the shoulders. “That’s your ‘loverboy’ face. Were you talking about Finn?”

“Non, Leo. Was showing Will a picture of his cove down in Louisiana.”

Percy rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Finn just showed me the same one. Saps, the both of you.”

Finn stuck out his tongue at Percy and wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist. “You’re just jealous.”

“Nuh-uh,” Percy whined. A love-sick smile broke out over his face. “I got a Cassie Baker.”

Will snorted. “No he does not.”

“Not yet. You just wait, William, you’ll see.”

Will whispered conspiratorially. “She still hasn’t agreed to go on a date yet.”

Percy narrowed his eyes. “We are going out as friends. I told you, just you wait, I’ll woo her.” He closed his eyes and smiled. “I’ll woo her, I promise.”

“Mon Dieu,” Logan said. “You’re so bad.”

“It’s Cassie Baker, Logan.”

“I know, Perce.”

“You’ve got a Finn and a Leo now!” Percy exclaimed. “You’re all set- it’s my turn to have a Cassie. Or for her to have me, I’m not picky.”

Finn laughed. “I think it’s a mutual thing.” He jerked his head to the bar. “Let’s go get a drink, ten. We’ll make the rounds.”

Logan was glad to have Finn by his side at events like this. Even more so now that they were together. Before, he and Finn had to do almost an equal amount of sharing about their lives, even if Finn was the one to break the ice with others. Now, their life was so intertwined that Logan didn’t need to say anything if he didn’t want to. He contributed the odd comment, but mostly let Finn take the lead with an arm wrapped around his waist. Finn didn’t let go of him at all, always a hand on him, as he caught up with their old teammates and shared bits of their adult lives.

Best of all, Logan thought, they now got to talk about Leo.

“Yeah, I don’t know either, Max,” Finn laughed. He was talking with Max and Nathaniel, two of their former teammates that had graduated the year before Finn. They were still roomates in a town in Massachussetts, working as teachers and high school coaches. “I asked his dad once, and he just said that they got lucky he had so many good players in the program at the time. Not much hockey in Louisiana.” Finn drew Logan in closer with a hand around his hip. “We’re pretty grateful, though.”

“I bet you are,” Max smiled. He had always had such a genuine smile, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. “You guys got any plans for the summer?”

“Well, we’re off to New Orleans tomorrow. Going to train there for a couple weeks, soak up the sun. Hot as hell, though, my God. You’d probably like it, actually.”

Nathaniel laughed. “He would. He still complains about the cold all winter, you wouldn’t believe.”

“Hey, I was raised in North Carolina. I was not prepared for the cold.”

Finn nodded eagerly and laughed. “Neither was Le. We brought him snowshoeing this past winter and he was not a fan.”

“I can imagine,” Max said. 

They made their rounds in a similar fashion, discussing summer plans, sharing photos of their lives post-college. Some of their teammates were married, others had dogs, some were in grad school. It made Logan feel a little less out of place- hockey was love, and hockey was wonderful, but his life was so much more than that now. It felt good to tell people.

“And this was when we went to France last summer.” Finn was now talking with Will’s wife, Ray, about some of the food they had tried in their travels. She was a chef by trade, and was always curious. “Leo makes ratatouille all the time now, and the tuna there was to die for.”

Ray laughed. “You know, I don’t think I’ve heard how you two have been doing at all.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked, confused. It was some of the first he’d contributed to the conversation. “What do you mean?”

She smiled. “First we talk about vacation plans, and all you can talk about is New Orleans. Then we talk about food plans during the season, so I can get some ideas to help Will, and all I hear about is how good of a cook your Leo is- who I would very much like to meet officially, by the way. And even now, when I ask about the traditional cuisine you guys tried- because I’m trying to improve my French cooking repertoire for a client- all I hear about is how Leo recreated all the dishes at your house.”

Finn, for the first time all night, spluttered, blushing hard. “Well- we… sorry, sorry, we didn’t-”

Ray waved her hand. “It’s okay. He must be wonderful, if you talk about him like that.” She tilted her head. “Everyone deserves to have someone talk about them like that.” She laughed. “Or someones.”

“Well,” Logan said. “He’s- he is wonderful.” He shrugged. “C’est notre soleil.”

“What?” she asked.

“Sunshine,” Finn answered. He was still red, but smiling softly. “He’s our sunshine.”

“God,” Ray laughed. “You two are romantics. I wish Will talked about me like that.”

Logan smiled at her. “He does. All the time, he talks about you and your little Noah.”

She brightened. “Really?” Her eyes strayed somewhere over his shoulder, and Logan looked back to find her gazing at Will, who was laughing with the bartender. “Well, like I said. Everyone deserves someone like that.” She rapped her knuckles on the table they were standing beside. “Excuse me, boys. It was lovely to catch up.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “Hey, we’ll meet for dinner next time we’re in the city, okay?”

Ray winked. “Count on it. And bring your sunshine, please.” She ran a hand down Logan’s shoulder and walked over and into Will’s waiting arms.

Logan watched them for a second fondly, then jumped a little as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and smiled up at Finn. “Soleil.”

“Oo,” Finn said eagerly. He kissed Logan’s forehead. “What’d he send? A sexy photo?”

Logan opened up their groupchat to find a picture of Leo driving his family boat, looking back over his shoulder to smile at the camera. He was laughing, sunglasses pushed up into his blonde curls in the dying evening light, tall and tan and so gorgeous that Logan’s heart just melted. 

Mama insisted I send this to you, his message said. Went for an evening boat ride with her and dad. I love you, sweethearts, I hope you’re having fun at your party! Call me when you get to the hotel room. <3

Logan watched Finn’s unabashed smile creep over his face, the same one that he was sure he currently wore. Finn pushed a hand under Logan’s shirt, untucking it from his pants slightly to get at his warm skin. “Shit, he’s so gorgeous. We’re so lucky.”

“Ouais, we are,” Logan sighed. He leaned his head against Finn’s shoulder and leaned up to kiss his jaw. “I’m very lucky.”

Finn turned just enough to smile and kiss him softly. “Well, then, me, too.” He nudged their noses together. “I got you. I got you and some sunshine.”

“All the sunshine.”

“Yeah, all of it.” Finn sighed and looked at the photo again. “All of the sunshine.”

Logan laced their fingers together. “Want to go back and call him?”

Finn looked around the room and nodded. “I think we’ve done our rounds.” He ducked closer to kiss Logan a bit more firmly. “Time to say goodbye and have you both all to myself.”

“Ouais,” Logan laughed. “Ouais, let’s say goodbye.”

They said their goodbyes quickly and walked the few blocks back to the hotel they were renting. Immediately upon closing their room door behind them, they were unbuttoning their shirts and Finn clicked on Leo’s contact on their iPad, setting it against the pillows. Leo’s face, when he answered, was sun-kissed and happy, his smile enough to warm Logan through.

“Hi sweethearts,” he said. “Good party?”

“Ouais,” Logan answered. He looked to Finn’s lovestruck expression and knew he was thinking exactly the same thing. He turned back to Leo and smiled. “Ouais, soleil. But we missed our sunshine.” He settled himself more on top of the covers to get a full view of Leo’s sparkling blue eyes and white smile. “Allez,” he sighed happily. He was so, so in love. “We love you. We miss you and we love you so much. Now, tell us about your day.”

Please cubs wisdom tooth removal🥹🥹! I can so see Finn being hilarious and just making inappropriate jokes in the dentist office, Logan being sleepy and clingy just hanging off of his boys, and for some reason I just see Leo straight up sobbing about how much he loves them and asking them if they love him back (how I acted towards my bf I can’t lie)

I remember when my friends all got theirs out and the pictures and videos were so fucking funny. Those videos never cease to make me laugh!

Have Finn being himself but times 10 (and in public, YEESH), Logan being an extra snuggly koala bear (again), and Leo being just the sweetest sweetheart there ever sweethearted!

All credits to @lumosinlove !! Keep sending in prompts, I LOVE your ideas!! <3

When Finn came to, the light was blinding. He squinted against the brightness, feeling slightly fuzzy, and turned his aching neck in confusion. This was not his comfy bed, which was big, fluffy, and always warm. This particular chair was tiny, stiff, and severely lacking in human barnacle furnaces, which he was so accustomed to sleeping with that it was disorienting waking up without other limbs splayed across him. He tried to sit up, couldn't, huffed, and plopped back down. His surroundings were still blurry, but he tried to make shapes out in the haze anyway. He turned his head to the left, and-

“Woah,” Finn said. He blinked hard, sure his eyes had malfunctioned, but when he opened them again it was still the same view. “Oh man.”

There, right in front of him, we're two very handsome Greek gods. Or, at least, they had to have been Greek gods, because that kind of beauty was ethereal. Otherworldly. Jaw-dropping. And what was more devastating was they were smiling at him, which did nothing to help his current disbelieving predicament. Instead, he thought, it would be worth it to use his charm. Everyone loved a charmer, and Finn was nothing if not a well-practiced extrovert.

As such, he gave them his most dashing smile and batted his eyelashes in a way he had been told was sexy. When he spoke, his voice sounded funny, but he at least had to try. “Now, what are a couple pretty things like you doing in a place like this?”

Logan snorted and approached the chair, running his fingers through Finn's hair. “Salut, mon rouge.”

Finn decided to try a different tactic. “Hey, gorgeous. Come here, often?”

“Non, no I don't come here.”

That made Finn giddy. “Well, I can make you, if you want.”

“Finn,” Leo admonished, but he was blushing with a smile. “There are other people.”

A woman on Finn's other side, dressed in floral scrubs, let out a laugh. “Don't worry about it. Happens all the time.” She rummaged around on a table, then turned to Leo and Logan. “I think it's time to get him home.”

“Yes,” Finn nodded eagerly. He reached for the hem of Logan's shirt. “Take me home.”

“Rouge,” Logan said gently. He eased Finn's hand into his and squeezed. “Quiet, mon coeur.”

“Make me.”

“My Lord,” Leo laughed. He, too, approached Logan's chair and rubbed a hand on his thigh. “You are hopeless, sweetheart. Let's get you home and to bed.”

Finn winked. “Only if you join me.” He scrunched his brow. “My face feels funny.”

The nurse laughed. “You sure are a talker, huh? That'll be the meds, hon. You've just gotten your wisdom teeth out.”

That alarmed him. “So my wisdom is gone? But then how will I know how to fuck my-”

Logan gently placed a hand over his mouth with a startled look. “Non, Fish.” He looked at the nurse with wide eyes. “Sorry about him.”

She just laughed again. “You have fun with him.” She slapped her hands on her knees and stood. “C'mon Finn, your boys will take you home.”

“Yay,” Finn said around Logan's hand. He wrapped his fingers around Logan’s wrist. “Yay, yay, yay.”

Leo pinched his thigh then stepped into Logan's space. Together, they helped Finn stand and each put an arm around his waist. He listed a little into Logan and put a hand on his chest to steady himself. Finn raised his eyebrows in startled surprise at the hard muscle underneath. He grinned down and met Logan's fond green gaze with wide eyes. “Whoa.” He spun himself to face Logan completely, slightly too quickly.

“Geez, Fish,” Leo scolded. He followed and pressed himself behind Finn with a firm grip to his waist. “Be careful.”

Finn just ignored him and used two hands to cup Logan's pecs. “Woah.” He stared down at Logan's chest, which was pressing tight to the edges of his shirt. “Are you real?”

Logan was bright red and grinning. “Rouge…”

“Wait.” Finn turned in their arms and cupped Leo's chest, too. It was a bit softer than Logan's, so he ran his fingers down Leo's torso. When he got to his abs and felt the ridges under his fingertips, his eyes widened further. When he looked back up at Leo, he was smirking. “I know what I want to do when I get home.”

Leo just shook his head fondly and bit his lip around a smitten grin. “Oh yeah? What's that?”

Finn leaned in. “You.” He glanced over his shoulder at Logan. “And you.”

Leo guffawed, but Logan just twitched. “Rouge, mon Dieu, you can't say that here.” He nodded to the nurse who was looking at them amusedly. “She's waiting for us, we've got to go.”

The nurse played along, clapping her hands. “Chop chop, loverboy. Gotta get you into bed with some fluids.”

Finn nodded eagerly and straightened. “Yes, please.” He gathered Leo and Logan to either side of him and walked them forward hurriedly. They stumbled, but followed him out. “Bed, let's go to bed, yeah.”

“So sorry about him, again, ma'am,” Leo said. He had to talk over his shoulder as Finn made a beeline for the front door. “Thanks for your help! The doc gave us instructions.”

“Have a lovely day!” She winked. “And not too much fun yet.”

Leo laughed and waved before helping Logan aid Finn in walking to the car. Once he was strapped in, Finn wiggled back in his seat. “So,” he said, waggling his eyebrows, grin sharp and slightly painful around his chubby cheeks. “I hear your instructions are to take me home.”

Then he leaned back as his boys rolled their eyes, head lolling against the headrest, and passed out promptly five minutes into the ride home. 

***

Leo watched Logan's tired eyes blink open slowly, the drowsiness making him heavy against the dentist chair. He squinted at them, confused, before letting out a sigh and closing his eyes once more. He reached his hands out, levitating them over his body, straight out and stiff. Leo looked to Finn, who had a hand over his mouth and was shaking in silent laughter.

Logan sighed heavily again. “Ici.”

Finn laughed softly and walked over to take Logan's hands gently in his own. “How you doing, ten?”

Logan's brow furrowed. “Ici.”

Leo smiled and approached the chair to rub Logan's thighs gently. “Honey, we can't snuggle yet. Gotta get you home first.”

Logan let out a whine. He opened his eyes and his expression was defiant. “Non. Non, ce n'est pas bien.”

Finn leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Let's go, baby boy. Time to get up.”

“Help,” Logan said. He reached out for Finn's shoulders and wrapped his arms around him. “Help, please.”

Finn wrapped him up and hauled him to a sitting position. “There you go, baby. You okay?”

Logan just looked out at Leo over Finn’s shoulder with soft eyes. “Soleil, viens ici.”

Leo shook his head. “You've gotta get up, honey. We've gotta take you home.”

Logan let out one more petulant whine that he would surely be embarrassed about later. “Non, soleil, viens ici. Je veux un câlin de toi.”

Leo passed his hands once more up and down Logan’s thighs. “How about this, sweetheart: if you stand, I'll give you a hug.”

Logan groaned into Finn's shoulder, which was a little wet with drool. “Non. Non, non, non.”

“Yon,” Finn said. He pulled gently away and took Logan's hands. “C'mon, my baby, let's go. I'll get your stuff and the keys ready, Le will help you to the car.”

Finn helped Logan stand with another groan and Logan patted his cheek lovingly. “Merci, rouge.” He turned to Leo and held his arms out. “Soleil.”

Leo laughed and rested his chin on top of Logan's head, watching as Finn amusedly gathered their instructions from the doctor and said goodbye to the remaining nurses. “Salut, Lo.”

“Mm, français,” Logan sighed happily. He tucked his face into Leo's chest. “Je préfère le français.”

“I know you do, honey,” Leo replied, rubbing a hand gently up and down Logan's back. “But Fish can't always understand.”

“Should learn.”

“I'll have you know,” Finn said, turning towards them. “I understand more than you think.” He tilted his head. “At least, I know when you tell me you love me. And when you demand things from me.”

Logan peeked out from Leo's chest. “Bisou.”

Finn placed a smacking kiss to Logan's forehead. “There you go, baby.”

Logan grinned the best he could around the gauze in his mouth before closing his eyes. He didn't say anything, just sighed heavily again. 

The nurse was smiling around a laugh and approached Finn. “You need a wheelchair to get him out of here?”

Leo shook his head with a grin. “No thank you, ma'am, we'll be fine.” He passed a hand through Logan’s hair. “Open your eyes, Lo, we're gonna go.”

“Câlins?”

“When we get home sweetheart. All the hugs you want.”

Logan hummed but stepped back. “Bien. Allez.” He wrapped an arm around Leo’s waist and took a step forward towards the door, carefully watching his feet. He almost ran into Finn and looked up with pleased eyes. “Rouge.”

Finn grinned down at him and shouldered his backpack. “Hi, Lo, baby. Ready to go?”

“Ouais.” Logan turned to the nurse. “Merci.” He tugged at Leo’s waist. “Allez, soleil. Câlins.”

“Coming up, sweetheart, as soon as we get home.”

Forty-five minutes later, Logan was settled back to chest with Leo on the couch, Finn settling down beside them with some water and electrolyte powder. He threw an arm around the back of the couch to stroke Leo's hair and rested his other hand on Logan's stomach. “Feeling okay, baby?”

Logan's sleepy eyes looked out at him. “Ouais.” He wiggled back into Leo and stretched out his arm closest to Finn. “Câlin.”

Finn complied and rested his head on Logan's shoulder, Leo winding an arm around to rub at his ribs. Leo rested his own head on top of Logan's and closed his eyes. He was just about to fall asleep when a gasp from Logan jerked him awake.

“Merde,” Logan whispered. “I can't kiss you until my mouth heals!” He let out a frustrated groan.

Leo and Finn burst out laughing and Leo kissed his head. 

“Lots of hugs then, Lo,” he said gently. He and Finn smiled at each other. “Lots and lots of hugs.”

***

“And you're, like, my- my boyfriends?”

Logan laughed from where he was sat in the backseat with Leo. “Ouais, soleil. We're your boyfriends.”

“You got two of us, Le,” Finn said. He smiled and caught Logan's eye in the rearview mirror. “How ‘bout that, huh?”

“Oh my God,” Leo gasped. He burst into tears again. “Oh my God!”

Logan tried not to laugh as he shushed Leo again and wiped his slightly puffy, tear-streaked cheeks. He'd been like this since awakening from being under anesthesia. At first, he had been excited to learn he had two boyfriends, and had dragged them like a puppy out to the car. Now, though, it seemed like the emotions had become too much for him, and he'd been crying in amazement pretty much since Logan had buckled him in and Finn had pulled out of the parking lot. Logan figured that Leo should've counted himself lucky they weren't video taping him.

Leo was still crying when he took Logan’s hand in his own and squeezed tightly to stop him from wiping his cheeks. “And do you- you love me?”

Logan’s shoulders relaxed and he softened. “Ouais, mon coeur.” He once again caught Finn’s eye in the mirror. They were both flushed with love and smiling gently. He turned back to look Leo in the eyes and kissed his cheek. “More than anything. Toujours.”

Leo's eyes widened. “Et tu parles français.” He leaned forward to look at Finn. Logan placed a palm on his waist to steady him. “Parles-tu français?”

Finn laughed. “Just a bit, baby. Just enough to tell you I don't. And to give you kisses and coffee.”

Leo thanked his head back on his seat happily. “Je t'aime.” He blinked hard and looked sharply to Logan. “I've told you I love you, right?”

Logan couldn't help it. He grinned and nudged Leo's cheek with his nose before kissing him there again. “From the very first day we said we wanted each other, you told us you were going to love us.” He brushed the gray pieces back from Leo's face, accenting his wide blue eyes. They were, as usual, taking in everything Logan was saying without even trying. “And then a little while later I told you I love you.”

“We.”

“Ouais, we did,” Logan amended. He smirked. “But I said it first.”

“Don't listen to him, Le,” Finn said with a fond eye roll. “We had a plan, but somebody got too impatient.” He winked back at Leo. “Your boyfriends both have impulsive streaks. You sure you still want us?”

“Uh,” Leo said. He looked between them tearily. “Oui, I do.”

“Good.” Finn reached a hand back to squeeze Leo's fingers. “Because we want you forever, how does that sound?”

“Oh,” Leo whispered. His eyes were watering again and Logan swiped the tear that fell with his thumb. Leo looked at him and smiled. “I'd like that.” His slightly swollen bottom lip quivered. “You're really good boyfriends.”

“Aw, baby,” Finn laughed. He spun the wheel deftly to turn at the green light. “You're a good boyfriend, too.”

Leo looked down at Logan with his glistening baby blues. “I am?”

“Ouais, mon amour,” Logan sighed happily. He guided Leo’s head to his shoulder and laced their fingers. Leo’s breathing had calmed. “The best.” He kissed Leo’s curls and watched Finn’s sharp jaw spread in a smile as he drove. “Sleep, mon soleil. I'll tell you when we’re home.”

Logan and dumo father son vibes hurt comfort? love your work!!

Just a quick little drabble on this lovely Monday! I hope you all are doing so so so well!

Credits to @lumosinlove

“Mon fil,” Pascal said. His smile was as warm as always when he saw Logan. “To what do I owe the surprise?”

Logan felt relieved to be able to speak his mother tongue. “Salut. I- can I come in?”

Pascal stepped to the side and let Logan enter. Immediately, he was grabbed around the waist in a hug. “Tremzy! What are you doing here?”

Logan smiled down at an excited Katie. She had grown now, almost up to his chest. “I’m here to talk with your dad.”

“Can we play Mario Kart after?”

“Of course, just give me a few minutes.”

She ran down the stairway to their basement to set up the XBox. Pascal was looking at Logan knowingly and beckoned with his hand. “Come. I’ll make us some tea.”

Five minutes later, they were sat at the counter together, Logan knocking his heels against the stool like he’d never left. He loved his life now more than he could say, but he did sometimes yearn to be back here, shoulder to shoulder with the kids, speaking French and cooking with Celeste. Pascal looked at Logan like he knew that. He probably did.

“Everything okay?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Actually, it’s- it’s really good.” Logan reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black velvet box, flicking it open with his thumb. Pascal’s eyes widened, but he waited for Logan to say something. Logan laughed nervously and looked him in the eye. “They’re rings.”

“I see that.”

“For Finn and Leo.”

“I assumed that.”

Logan felt like he was vibrating. “I’m going to ask them to marry me.”

Pascal’s smile was the widest Logan had ever seen it. “Mon fil. Of course you are.” At Logan’s still nervous expression, he furrowed his brow. “What’s wrong?”

Logan took a shaky breath in. “I just- I don’t know. Sometimes I don’t feel I deserve this, I don’t know.”

Pascal rubbed a hand on his back. “What do you mean?”

Logan closed his eyes against the tears he could feel at the back of his eyes. “I hurt Finn. A lot. And we’ve talked about it before, and we still talk about it now, but… it’s still painful to think about.” He opened his eyes and looked into Pascal’s. They were worried, and a bit sad, but always gentle. “I hurt Finn, but I still get him, and I get Leo. It feels…”

“Too lucky?”

“Ouais.” Logan let his head fall back a little. “I just want to be a good husband to them.”

“Logan.” Pascal’s voice was softer now as he pulled Logan into a hug. “You will. You’ll be such a good husband to them, mon fil.” He squeezed Logan tightly. “You love each other, and you treat each other well. And you being nervous just shows how much you care, how dedicated you are to them.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Ouais, you’re right.”

“And you and Finn hurting each other doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be happy now, d’accord? You had a few rough years together, but you’ll have many more beautiful ones, and this time with Leo, too.” Pascal went silent for a few moments before speaking more carefully. “Are you also nervous because- the distance?”

Logan sighed. “Non, not- a little, ouais, but not really. We said we wanted to get married regardless. It won’t be easy, but I want to marry them.” He saw their eyes so clearly in the forefront of his mind. “I want to marry them more than anything.”

Pascal’s laugh shook their bodies. “Then what is all the worrying for?”

Logan smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know.” He hugged Pascal tightly. “Merci.”

“Any time, you know that.” They pulled apart and each took a sip of their tea. “Now, there is a girl downstairs who’s waiting for her favorite person to play with her. Why don’t you go join her, d’accord?”

Logan nodded and picked up his mug. “Ouais, I’ll go join her.” He caught Pascal’s eye once more. “I’m going to be happy. With them.”

Pascal’s laugh lines stretched as he smiled. “Oh, mon fil. You already are.”

Sometimes long distance is about the little things. And sometimes it's about the big things. But it's ALWAYS about showing up in any way you can when your partners, or partner, need you. Have some angsty, fluffy, and in-love long-distance boys. All credits to @lumosinlove :)

Leo had had a bad day, and just needed something to make him feel better. Actually, it had been a bad week, or two, if he was being honest with himself. The days were short, in December, and every day he woke up to darkness and left the rink looking at the stars. Logan loved it, the cold, the obscurity, the significant lack of thunderstorms- but Logan was in New York, not here where Leo and Finn wanted him. They had barely been able to fit in a visit two weeks ago during the Thanksgiving holidays, and they wouldn’t get a chance before Christmas, which would still only be for a few days. They had played the Rangers in October and weren’t playing them again until mid-February, and it was in these cold moments, especially, that Leo felt Logan’s absence acutely, that he missed his New Orleans house more and more with each passing day of snow and little light. 

He was standing at the stove, making some butternut squash soup. Not exactly on the preapproved meal plan, and it definitely didn’t have enough protein for professional athletes, but it was warm and aromatic, and he had just put some homemade sourdough bread in the oven to bake for the second time out of its Dutch oven. He had scored it with a little design, the classic line down the middle and the leaf pattern, but also with three little birds, like sketched seagulls, in the top left corner. Leo guessed that his longing even translated into his cooking. 

Finn came out of the bedroom just then, walking to the door to put his shoes on. He always looked so good in the winter, with his long buttoned coats and dark pants, boots, scarf, and beanie. More often than not, too, he wore his glasses in the winter. He looked so cozy, and so gorgeous all the time it was sometimes difficult for Logan and Leo to concentrate when they went out into the city together. Now, he was also bearing a little bit of winter scruff, just a day or so worth, and if Leo hadn’t been so tired and sad, he would have asked him to dance in the kitchen just to be close to him for a little while under the soft lights. 

Patting his pockets for his belongings, Finn looked up at him. “I’m going to the pharmacy, sunshine, gotta pick up some more tape for my thigh. Can’t go running without it, Layla said, after last game’s strain.” He walked over, putting his arms around Leo’s waist. “Need anything while I’m out, baby? 

Leo just shook his head, biting his lip and looking to the soup he was stirring on the stove. 

Finn looked at him with a furrowed brow. His voice was hesitant but gentle when he spoke. “Peanut, what’s wrong? You’ve been… upset lately.”

Leo lifted his gaze as Finn reached a hand to cup his neck. “Just sad, I guess. It’s dark, and it’s cold, and I miss my parent’s house, and I… I really miss Logan.”

Finn’s shoulders sagged and he looked at Leo sympathetically. “I know, baby. God, I know it’s hard.” He let out a sharp breath. “And I know it doesn’t help to say that we’ll see him in a few weeks when he’s not waking up in our bed every other day.” He kissed Leo. “How about you finish your soup, yeah? Lo said he has a late practice, but we can call him after and cuddle in bed. I’ll read to you both, how does that sound?”

Leo nodded, trying to be strong, but his voice came out small. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Finn just drew him in. “Oh, baby.” He kissed Leo’s forehead firmly. “You want me to stay? I don’t have to go to the pharmacy, I can go without running tomorrow.”

Leo shook his head. “No, no, go. I’ll be okay for a bit. Just…” Leo glanced down at him. “Hurry back?”

Finn nodded and kissed him firmly, then softly, holding Leo there by his cheeks. “I love you, Le, baby. So does Lo.”

“Love you,” Leo said. “I love you.”

With one last kiss, Finn pulled away and opened the door. As he closed it behind him, he kissed his fingers and flashed them at Leo. Leo felt his mouth tug to the side, but as soon as the click of the lock sounded, he sighed and turned back his soup. The timer went off for the bread, and after determining the crust good enough, he put it on a rack to cool for a bit before he would slice it and toast it for their dinner. Then, he set about cleaning up what he could of the kitchen before Finn got home, turning on the kettle to make a cup of tea.

As he stood at the counter, closer to the residual warmth of the slowly cooling stove, sipping his mint tea, his eye caught on the picture frames by the door. The largest was of them in the locker room after the Stanley Cup win with the Lions, Finn kissing Leo’s cheek as Logan and Leo looked at each other. Logan had his arms wrapped around Leo’s waist, backwards champion hat on his head keeping his long hair out of his face. He was smiling so widely at Leo, having said something to make Leo blush and Finn coo, leaning in to wetly press his lips Leo’s skin just as someone had clicked the camera. Leo remembered feeling invincible in that moment. He had proven himself, his first NHL season, but more than that he was so high on being in love with his two boys that it had overshadowed their Cup victory. He knew he wouldn’t have felt that happy to win if Logan and Finn hadn’t been right beside him.

Below that photo, though, there was a newer one, taken on their most recent trip to Nice, to Logan’s mother’s childhood home that she shared with her brother. It was of the three of them on the beach. Thomas and Noelle had been staying at the same time, and had suggested going down to the ocean for sunset in the boiling French evening. Never one to turn down the opportunity to see his boys by the water, Logan had gifted them new swimsuits with a sly little grin on his face. They had been almost two small to wear in public, Leo had thought, but Thomas had taken one look at the three of them, wolf whistled, said something about inseam length, and that had sealed their fate.

  They had gone to the beach in their new swimsuits, definitely drawing eyes. One particular group of girls had really gotten along with Finn, which had definitely made Logan prickly; but what had actually made him snap was a tall, dark, and handsome French man coming to flirt with Leo while he and Finn had been reading on their towels. Logan, having just gotten back with Noelle and Thomas from finding some fruity, alcoholic drink, had seen the man looking Leo’s sun-tanned body up and down and immediately given his drink to Thomas to hold. Rushing over, he gave the man a glare and plopped himself right down on Leo’s lap, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him deeply. When he pulled away after an indecent amount of time, the man was gone and Finn was laughing beside them. Logan had just scowled, pulling him in to be kissed hard as well. 

In that moment, Leo had watched them, in the light that was just beginning to set over the Mediterranean, and thought how he had probably seen nothing more beautiful. Finn had pulled away laughing, pinching Logan’s side and making him smirk, then smile sheepishly with a blush. With a shout from Noelle, they’d all turned, Logan moving slightly sideways in Leo’s lap and Finn’s head resting on Leo’s shoulder, to smile for the camera. That was the last time Leo had remembered feeling truly warm before coming back to not only play ice hockey again, but to see Logan off to New York for another season.

He didn’t know how much time he had spent staring at the photographs, but his tea had gone cold in his hands. Sighing, he put the kettle on to boil more water, even if only to pour into a mug to hold. He checked his watch. Finn had been gone for a long time, longer than a trip to the pharmacy required. He tapped at his phone screen, but there were no new messages. He supposed Finn had just gone to another store, maybe to get some more dirt for their windowsill garden. They were running out of soil.

Just as he was pouring his second mug of tea, the sound of keys scratching at the door reverberated through the apartment. Leo closed his eyes and sighed, grateful for the time alone, but desperately wanting to collapse into Finn’s arms. He would understand the ache Leo felt in Logan’s absence more than anyone. 

He was just finishing adding honey to his tea, about to turn to the stove again to heat up the soup for dinner, when footsteps echoed as they walked through the door.

“Bonjour, soleil.”

Leo’s head snapped up. There, standing in front of him, was Logan, smiling widely. He had one of his hand’s laced with Finn’s, who was also grinning at Leo and carrying Logan’s bag, and was dressed in one of Leo’s sweatshirts and Adidas pants. He looked a bit tired, a Rangers hat on his head to tame what were undoubtedly his wild mid-season waves. Leo thought he’d never looked more gorgeous, waiting for him with Finn in the light of their apartment. “Oh.”

Logan took a step forward, and that was all it took for Leo to meet him the rest of the way, arms wrapping hard around his waist to lift him up. Logan’s legs were clutching his hips hard, arms encircling his neck and hands cradling the back of his head. When Leo had regained some of his sense he realized he was crying, making the edge of Logan’s sweatshirt- his sweatshirt- wet and salty. He knocked Logan’s hat off of his hat, hearing it hit the floor, and threaded one hand through his hair, the other underneath his thigh. Finn had come up and put a hand on each of their backs. “Surprise, nutter butter.”

Leo inhaled Logan’s scent and leaned back. “I mean- how… you had practice? And your car, did you drive here? The snow, Lo, you guys just got quite a bit the other day-”

Logan just shook his head, smiling at him. He tugged Leo’s hair a little to bring their mouths together, and Leo instantly relaxed. The tension left his body, and he let Logan’s fire, always bubbling, completely consume him for a few moments. Logan was warm, Finn’s hands on his back were warm, and he finally felt so warm he didn’t know what to do. His kisses grew desperate, trying to make up for lost time, and he felt Finn’s mouth on his shoulder, probably watching them together with his gorgeous brown eyes. Leo loved them endlessly.

Eventually, their kisses grew softer, Logan pulling away with a few more light pecks. “Oh, soleil, j’taime. I missed you, mon couer.”

“I- I missed you, too, sweetheart. I love you.” He jerked his head a little bit, mouth parting. “But how- what about practice?”

Finn laughed at Leo’s lingering confusion, and Logan just leaned in to kiss him again, smiling into it. “Non, no practice. I never had practice.” He looked up at Leo through his dark lashes. “And my car’s in for inspection, so I flew.” His eyes turned somber. “Finn said you’ve been sad.”

Leo looked at Finn, who was staring at him, maybe a little guiltily. Leo just kissed his forehead and then touch their temples together. “Yeah, yeah I’ve been sad. It’s just been-” He could feel himself starting to cry again. “It’s just been the cold, and the darkness, and missing my parent’s house, and- and missing you.” Leo took a shuddering breath in. “I really, really missed you sweetheart.”

Finn’s arm squeezed around his waist, and Logan made a small noise in the back of his throat and tightened his limbs around Leo's body. “Ouais, I missed you to, soleil. Missed you both.” He leaned towards Finn for a light kiss, then placed one on Leo’s mouth, too. “Finn told me, and I figured I could surprise you. We have a couple days off after our roadie, and I’d rather be here with you than in my apartment.” He looked up at him, green eyes searching. “Une bonne surprise?”

Leo smiled at him and closed his eyes as Logan leaned their foreheads together. “Ouais. The best.”

“Oo-ways.”

Logan and Leo laughed at Finn, Logan drawing him in for a few sloppy kisses. “Oh, mon rouge. Ton français est terrible.”

Finn winked, kissed him again, then kissed Leo firmly. “Happier now, peanut?”

Leo tiled his head, gazing at Finn’s eyes behind his glasses. “Yeah. Yeah, thank you. I love you.” He turned to Logan. “I love you both.”

Logan just hummed and laid his head on Leo’s shoulder for a brief moment before Leo squeezed his hip and moved to place him on the counter, parting with a kiss. Finn replaced Leo between Logan’s legs, his back to Logan’s chest and Logan’s arms around his waist, hands clasped in the front. It made Leo’s heart jolt to see them together like that again in their kitchen. 

Logan peeked out at him over Finn’s shoulder. “What did you make?”

Leo smiled. “Butternut squash soup. I’ll toast the bread in the oven, too, I made sourdough. Even made a design, see?”

He picked up the loaf and showed it to them. Both Finn and Logan hovered their fingers over the crust, eyes going to the three birds. Finn looked up first, grinning. “Aw, you cut us into bread.”

“Scored, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know about bread scoring, but you can score tonight if you want, peanut.” Finn’s eyes sparkled, then his nose crinkled. “Butternut. You’re our very own butternut squash!”

Logan snorted quietly, pressing a burst of kisses to Finn’s neck. Finn just smiled sharply at Leo, who was shaking his head in fondness. “I try and do something sentimental, and this is what I get.” He kissed Finn’s cheek. “You’re all trouble.”

Finn just winked at him. 

“I like them, soleil,” Logan interrupted, reaching out to bring Leo’s face to his to kiss him. “Les trois oiseaux.”

Leo smiled. “Oui.” 

“You know, French is a lot sexier when you're saying it in my ear, I gotta say.”

Logan smacked Finn’s hip lightly and Leo leaned back, laughing. As he heated the oven up and sliced the bread, he couldn’t bring himself to slice through the three birds. He smiled down at them as he listened to Logan and Finn’s bickering, at the feel of Finn’s hands on his hips, Logan’s warm body at his side watching his hands work the knife. He would freeze that section, he decided, and take it out and toast it on another cold day.

Because today… today he was warm.

Hi!! Youre writing Is everything!! Cant really stop! I have no idea how to use this app, I Guess this Is where we ask for ideas for you to write? Anyway Im obsessed with this trio, but very much would like to read about Leo/Regulus friendship, I think Leo would be such a good friend, great advices, so suportive and so mature, or maybe just being his 19 yo self... Thanks anyway ❤️

Oh, I LOVE a good Leo/Regulus friendship moment! In this story I wrote, they're a little older than 19. Maybe 21? 22? Right before Reg's senior year of college? But they're having fun fishing- I headcanon Leo as a HUGE fisherman. It just relaxes him, and he just loves to sit out on the water in the early morning with a cup of coffee, by himself or with QUIET company, and catch some bass. Or trout, maybe, but I see him more as a spin or sea fisherman than a fly fisherman. I think that's probably something he gets into in retirement, though, and I DEFINITELY think it's something that Logan and Finn just CANNOT get into (except for sea fishing; I think Logan likes it 'cause it's on the ocean, and Finn likes it because he can nap in the sun and he doesn't have to be AS quiet). Hence, Regulus makes the PERFECT fishing companion: he's chill, he's quiet, and he is DEFINITELY an early riser. Plus, Leo just loves to spend time with his best friend, he loves him so much. <3

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

P.S. Yes, this is where you all send me prompts for any ideas that you have that you want me write! It can be done anonymously or not, it's up to your discretion. And my asks are ALWAYS open, so I accept ideas at any time. Depending on how many prompts I have and how long it takes me to write each one (some are longer than others, like any AUs where I have to make a story base of my own, which is really fun!), I might not publish it for up to a month, but rest assured I am working on it!

Leo took in a deep breath of the cool morning air of the lake, letting his head fall back to absorb the warm sun. Beside him, Regulus was doing the same, fishing rod held loosely in his hand as he reeled in slowly. Leo followed suit, not wanting to let the line slack too much, and kept his eye on the bobber as it floated in the still water. There were no bugs this early, and the only sounds were the bird calls and the world waking up around them. Every now and then, the canoe rocked with the water, but other than that everything was still and calm.

“This is nice,” Regulus whispered. “Thanks for dragging me out of bed.”

Leo laughed quietly as he reeled in the last of his line, drawing his rod over his shoulder before flicking his wrist and sending the lure sailing to plop softly in the water again. “No problem.” He squeezed his rod in between his knees briefly before reaching into the cooler beside him and pulling out a bag. “Zucchini bread?”

“Please.”

Leo handed Regulus a piece and sat back for a moment, holding the bread in his mouth while he reeled in a bit, watching as the line uncurled on top of the water. He finished his piece, then took a sip of coffee from his thermos. “Honestly, feels good to get out of the city. I didn’t realize how lucky I was in New Orleans, having both the city and the water right there.”

“Mm,” Regulus hummed. He swallowed around his own sip of coffee. “I never went fishing before Lyall took me the summer of Sirius and Remus’ wedding.”

Leo looked carefully at Regulus, but he was as stoic as ever, eyes contemplatively looking out over the lake. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “It wasn’t- you know. My parents just cared about hockey.” He laughed a little humorlessly. “I don’t even think they cared about it that much, either. Just what it brought them.” His eyes looked down into his lap. “What Sirius and I brought them.”

Leo felt a twinge of sadness tug at his gut. “Reg…”

Regulus looked at him and smiled slightly. “It’s okay, Le. I’m better now.” He shrugged. “At least I get to do it now, I guess. For myself. Fishing is freedom, or something.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, I guess it is.” He nudged Regulus’ knee with his own. “Still, I’m here if you- you know. Need to talk.”

Regulus nudged him back. “I know you are.” He settled back onto the little portable seat he’d put on the bench under him. “But honestly? I kind of like the quiet. Sirius might not seem like it, but he’s so loud and annoying sometimes. Both him and Remus, my God.”

Leo laughed, a little too loudly for the hour. He probably scared off some fish, but he didn’t care. “Honestly, I’m not surprised. Logan is the same way. He and Finn together at home are just- chaotic, sometimes. Lots of energy.”

Regulus snorted. “Finn has energy everywhere. Logan just feeds off him, I swear.” He gave Leo a once over. “You calm them down, though.”

That made Leo all warm inside. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

Regulus wrinkled his nose. “Get that look off your face, this is our time.” He turned back to the water. “You’re all so fucking gross.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “Don’t pretend you don’t like hanging out with us. You and Logan are quite the team when we go to the bar, you know.” He reeled in the rest of his line. “I can’t believe you got him to do karaoke.”

Regulus bit back against a smile. “Well. He had a lot to drink.”

“Yeah, and who’s fault was that? Finn and I certainly didn’t order him that many rum and cokes. We know better.”

“What can I say? College has a bad influence on me.” He took another sip of his coffee and pointed a finger at Leo. “And your boyfriends were once frat boys, don’t you forget. They know how to have a good time.”

Leo smiled out at the water. “They do. They’re trouble.”

Regulus cast his rod again. “Are they upset I’ve stolen you?”

Leo considered this for a minute. “Not really. I think Finn is a bit- I don’t know, he can get kinda clingy at this point in the summer, right before Logan goes back to New York. But he’ll be okay.” Leo watched the bobber float on top of the water. “We talked about it before I left. We’re people outside of the fact that we’re dating, and you’re also leaving soon, so I need to spend time with you. I think he sometimes forgets that, because… well…”

Regulus smirked. “You’re his entire fucking world?”

Leo tisked and kicked Regulus’ foot. His face was warm. “Shut up.” He sighed. “I don’t know, I think it’s more that his social circle really is the Lions, or his brother, or his college friends. And they all play hockey. Which is fine.” He cast again. “And that circle also includes me and Logan. So it’s just what he’s used to. But I’ve got other friends, you know? And Logan has Luke, who is definitely, like, just his friend.”

Regulus looked at him with a furrowed brow. “Do you think- is that going to be, like, a problem for Finn?”

Leo shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, you’re friends with people who have similar interests as you, right? And he loves hockey- he would, even if he didn’t play.” He reeled in a bit. “I just think it sometimes limits his perspective. That, and the fact that he doesn’t really have to try to see his best friends, because they’re all together for hours every day. But we’re working on it.” He looked at Regulus, who was biting the inside of his cheek. “He’s happy I’m here, don’t worry. And I’m happy to be here. This fishing weekend is for us, not for boyfriends.”

That made Regulus snort. “How about I tell them you said that?”

“Oh, don’t, please. Finn will put on his pout, and Logan will just stare at me, and then- I just…”

“Can’t resist them?”

Leo sighed in defeat. “No. They’re pretty convincing. And pretty pretty.”

“Ew.”

“Ha-ha.” He flashed his eyes at Regulus and winked. “Don’t worry, Reg, you’re pretty, too.”

Regulus fake gagged. “Oh my God, that’s so gross. You’re so gross.”

“I love you, too.”

Then, suddenly, Regulus’ rod bent so far it curved over the edge of the boat. 

“Holy shit!” Regulus exclaimed. He sat up straighter, bracing his core. He jerked the rob up, hooking the line, and began to reel. “Shit, fuck, Le, this is a big one.”

Leo reeled his own rod in and set it aside, reaching for the net they brought. “You got it, c’mon. Is it hooked well?”

“Yup.”

“Okay.” Leo turned around, leaning carefully over to see where Regulus had reeled the fish in close to the side of the boat. He laughed. “Holy shit, Reg.”

“What?”

“Fucking pig, look at it!” Leo reached down with the net. “Reel just a bit more- there!” He brought the net up, Regulus and him wearing matching goofy grins. “Look at her.”

Regulus laughed, reaching into the net to gently take the hook out of the fish’s mouth, and held it up. It was the length of his forearm, and fat. “Big ass bass.”

“Bitch ass bass, as Finn would say.” Leo slapped Reg’s shoulder. “Holy fuck, lemme get a picture.”

Regulus posed with a smile, cheeks red from the exertion of reeling in the fish. It was calm in his gentle hands. Leo took a few pictures, then set his phone back in the waterproof bag. 

“Good?” Regulus asked.

“Fucking awesome.” Leo leaned in to look at the bass a bit closer. “Look at the gorgeous color on her. Well fucking done.”

“Merci.” Regulus carefully moved over to the edge of the boat and leaned over, setting the fish in the water. “Bye, fishy.”

They watched it squirm away until it blended with the dark color of the lake. Regulus sat back, satisfied, and picked up his rod again.

“Well,” he said. “Time to catch another one.” He raised his eyebrows challengingly at Leo. “See who gets the most before lunch?”

Leo grinned widely. “You’re so fucking on.” 

Then they both cast at the same time, their lures flashing in the brightening sun before rippling in the water.

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

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

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

All credits to @lumosinlove

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

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

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

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

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

Logan would’ve told him. Right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finn kissed him. “I love you, Le.”

“Love you, too, honey. Lo, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo just smiled. “Love you.”

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

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

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

“Quoi?” Logan’s brow was furrowed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ouais, this one does.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Logan whined. “Finn-”

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

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

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

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

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

“Toujours.”

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

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

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

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

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

Logan laughed. “He’s trans, Fish.”

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

Logan shrugged. “Might’ve known, I’m not sure. It was one time.” His smiled softened. “His partner plays hockey. They were there, too. Had the sign about my hair.” That made Leo laugh, his nose scrunching, and Logan reached his hand out to pinch it lightly. “Tres mignon, mon soleil.” He brought his hand down. “He just wanted to say thanks, I guess. Said it meant a lot to see other… ‘not straight’ players out there.” Logan grinned slyly as he finished his sentence. 

Finn just smiled. “Hey, you said it.”

Logan just kissed him. “I’m not with you because you’re a man, mon rouge,” he said. His eyes had turned soft, firm, and a little desperate. “I’m with you because you’re Finn, because…” His breath hitched, and he brought his temple to rest against Finn’s. “Because you’re mine. Because we are supposed to be together.” He leaned back to look at Leo, brushing a hand to his cheek. “All of us. You’re both mine.” He huffed a breath. “I don’t- I don’t know if I would have knowingly been with another man besides you, mon rouge, but… but I don’t think that’s what matters.” He took both of their hands with their wedding rings and pressed his mouth to them. His breath warmed the metal, and Finn felt like he was going to burst from the love floating around the room. “What matters is that I love you. Vous êtes tous ma vie, mes amours. Vous êtes tous tout.” He looked at each of them in turn, kissed them both lightly. “My life. My everything. And sex with you both, it’s…” He grinned a little sheepishly, his cheeks reddening. “C'est tellement bon. The best. The best because you’re my everything.” 

Leo was a bit teary as he pulled Logan in to kiss him again, then Finn. His lips were soft against Finn’s own, all warmth and sunshine just like the rest of him. “Oh, sweethearts, you are everything.” He sniffled, then grinned a little mischievously. “You know, when I first told my mom we were dating, when I told her it was gonna be a lot- she said that I could’ve said that I was going to marry a sea turtle and she would’ve thrown us a party.” 

That got them all to laugh, Logan’s chest shaking under where Finn’s hands were resting on his pecs. 

“Non, soleil,” Logan said, smile so wide his eyes scrunched. “No sea turtles.” He looked at Finn. “But not bad, eh?”

“I don’t know,” Leo said. “Sometimes you both are more trouble than you’re worth, I think.”

Finn scoffed, reaching his arms out to shove him lightly. “Yeah, right.” He stuck his nose up, crossing his arms. “No more foot rubs for you then, peanut.”

Logan pinched his side, and Leo leaned forward to kiss at his neck. “Alright, baby,” Leo said, exasperated. “You know I love you and all your trouble.”

Finn turned his head, squinting his eyes for a moment before conceding and kissing him. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought.”

“Oh, rouge,” Logan sighed. “You’re just the most trouble.”

Leo snorted. “You’re one to talk, His Royal Highness Prince Tremblay.”

“Non,” Logan retorted, leaning in to kiss Leo deeply, a bit heatedly, if Finn had to say. “Being trouble and demanding are two different things.”

Leo laughed, the sound reverberating across the living room. He settled back into the couch, leaning heavily against their sides. Finn slumped forward and dropped his head into the crook of Logan’s neck. “I’m sorry I freaked you out, Lo, baby,” he said softly.

Logan scratched his back. “Non, it’s okay. It’s good.” He kissed Finn’s head. “Feels good we make a difference, non?”

Finn sat up slightly, turning to look at his two boys. Maybe Logan was right- it didn’t matter that they were all boys. Not in the context of their relationship just existing between them. Finn would love them any way he could have them, he was sure of it. But to the world, to others like them, it did matter. It mattered enough that someone was brave enough to talk to Logan at the game, that kids showed up to the LGBTQ+ hockey camps Leo ran in the summer. It mattered to Finn’s students, when they walked into his classroom and saw a Pride flag, when they saw the wedding pictures on his desk of three men, committed to each other for life because they were in love. So deeply, deeply in love. 

That’s all that mattered, Finn thought. The devotion was important. The commitment, too. But more than anything, the thing that made the difference was the love. All of the beautiful, fulfilling love.“Ouais,” he said in an attempt to mimic Logan’s accent. His husbands smiled down at him, all gorgeous and lovely and his. “Feels good to be in love."

ACTUALLY STOP that FinnLo fight was my favorite fic of yours yet. You’ve blessed my feed today and fed the monster in my brain lmao you’re awesome

Just posted another angsty one with our Lolo! You all LOVE to watch him suffer, my goodness.

Finn made a noise in the back of his throat. “Enough of that question.” He hooked his chin over Logan’s shoulder to look Leo in the eyes. “You’re just too gorgeous. We can’t resist you

THE IDEA OF LEO BEING RELUCTANT TO ACCEPT COMPLIMENTS OR AFFECTION BREAK MY HEART

As promised, the bombardment continues!

This was a very interesting prompt to work with, because you can be reluctant to accept love for a myriad of reasons. And there is a huge difference between accepting love and affection, and accepting and being confident in your sexual orientation, which Leo seems pretty sure of (as far as we can interpret from SW, C2C, and Vaincre). If this is you, I understand it's difficult, and you're not alone. Your FinnLo is out there waiting (if that's the relationship you desire, of course)!

Enjoy some Lovernut appreciation! All credits to @lumosinlove <3

Leo hummed quietly to himself as he turned onto the sidewalk. Viv had made a fresh back of ciabatta, and had texted him this morning to come down to the bakery and grab some for sandwiches that week. His boys had kissed him goodbye as they went for a run and he had begun a slow meander down to the park and then the bakery, enjoying the peace of the Gryffindor summer morning. He smiled as he walked back the long way through the park again, watching as the ducks quacked softly in the pond. Their chicks were still young, retaining some of their fluffy feathers, and he broke off a bit of bread to toss to them. They ruffled their feathers and approached him, waddling slowly over to where he was standing on the water’s edge. He cooed softly at them and then stood, leaving them to their snacks. As he was walking away, a sharp whistle sounded behind him.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” a voice called.

Leo rolled his eyes and turned around to see his boys jogging slowly up to him. Finn was smirking sharply as Logan laughed beside him. For the last few meters, Finn sped up and launched himself at Leo, laughing, wrapping him up in his arms and pressing a slightly sweaty kiss to his cheek. “Nutter butter baby!” he sing-songed.

Leo was blushing and a little sheepish. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna cause a scene.”

Finn just gripped his waist and picked him up off the ground slightly, leaving him suspended in the air for a few seconds. His teeth were spread in a bright white smile. “Just let me love you, baby.”

Leo felt his face heat up even more and he ducked his chin with a grin. “Fish-”

“Uh uh,” Finn said. “Nope, none of that.” He set Leo back on the ground and opened up his other arm for Logan to tuck himself against their sides. They were both smiling at him lovingly, Logan’s head against Finn’s shoulder. Finn reached up to stroke Leo’s hair. “We get to love you wherever we want, nutty baby. You’re just too pretty.”

“Oh, stop that-”

“Non,” Logan cut in. He kneaded the skin of Leo’s hip with one of his hands. “Finn’s right. You’re just too pretty.” He stood up on his toes to kiss Leo soundly, and Leo felt warmed through and through. “The prettiest boy in the world.”

***

Finn watched Leo laughing with the tiny older lady in the grocery store, helping her to reach the zucchini and arugula that were placed on the higher shelves. She commented on his height, then on his strength, which got him blushing good-naturedly. His accent was always stronger with strangers, a lot of ‘yes sirs’ and ‘yes ma’ams’ accompanied with his bashful small talk. He wasn’t as outgoing as Finn, not by a long shot, but he was charming, particularly with elderly people, and was always willing to help. Finn leaned his forearms against their shopping cart and smiled adoringly.

“There you go, ma’am,” Leo said, placing the final bag of vegetables in her basket. “Can I help you reach anything else? You need me to carry something out to your car for you?”

She laughed. “No, dear, but you’re sweet.” She shook her basket and patted his arm. “Just needed a few extra things my husband forgot to get me the other day. I’m off to find some breadcrumbs. You have a lovely day!”

Leo smiled brightly at her. “You, too, ma’am.” He waved her off, then turned to Finn. “Sorry about that honey. What were we looking for, some squash- mph.”

Finn had taken Leo’s face between his palms and kissed him gently, in long, slow strokes that made his body tingly. When he pulled back, Leo was smiling, a bit embarrassed and flushed, and Finn leaned in to kiss him softly once more. “I love you so much, baby,” he whispered. “You’re so good.”

“Oh,” Leo said. He shrugged and blushed even more. “That’s very sweet, thank you.”

“Hey,” Finn urged. He kissed Leo once more, rubbing a palm gently up and down his side. “You are good. You’re so good, and helpful, and kind, sunshine. Lo and I love that about you, okay?”

“Okay,” Leo replied. He rested his forehead on Finn’s shoulder briefly. “I love you.”

“Love you so much.” Finn scratched his scalp a few times then looked at the list in his hand. “Squash time? Then some peppers.”

Leo lifted his still-blushing face from the crook of Finn’s neck. “Yeah,” he said, kissing Finn’s cheek. “Squash time.”

***

Leo looked gorgeous in the golden hour light, Logan thought, tall and tan in the dying summer sun. They’d gone to the local courts to shoot some evening hoops, and now Finn was over at one of the stands in the park getting them some ice cream. Leo’s phone had rung and  he had excused himself to talk to Regulus about their plans to go to an amusement park the next day. He was laughing, his head thrown back and his curls long and wild. He had taken his shirt off, too, while playing basketball, and had yet to put it back on. Logan roved his eyes over his body greedily, trying to forever internalize the feeling he got just from looking at him. Leo caught his eye briefly, waving with a wide smile, before saying goodbye to Regulus and hanging up the phone. Really, Leo smiling was a feat that should be illegal: his dimples were deep, his teeth white as snow, and his eyes so bright they could light up the darkest room. Logan sucked in a breath and walked up to him.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Leo said. “Sorry, I was just talking to Reg. I’ll be taking one of the cars early in the morning, if that’s okay?”

Logan didn’t say anything, just gripped the back of Leo’s hair and pulled him down into a kiss. Leo made a startled noise, but quickly settled into it, cupping Logan’s hips gently with his hands. Logan sighed, his body listing into Leo’s, his kisses deep and sloppy and, more than anything, irrevocably in love. 

When they pulled back, Leo’s brow was furrowed, as if trying to chase Logan’s mouth, but he was smiling. “What was that for, sweetheart?”

“Because I love you.” Logan tilted his head. “Why do you always ask that?”

Leo took a surprised breath, but didn’t have the chance to say anything as Finn approached with their ice cream. “Okay, I got a couple for us to share: chocolate and Moose Tracks, your favorites, babes.” He stopped talking abruptly upon looking at their faces. “What’s wrong, what’s happening?”

Logan just pulled Leo closer. “Was just asking Le why he’s always so surprised.”

Finn was confused. “Surprised by what?”

“When you show me affection,” Leo said warily.

Finn looked between the two of them before settling his eyes on Leo. “Are you surprised when we show you affection? I didn’t think you were.”

“Non.” Logan shook his head. “Like, when we surprise him with it. When we don’t… je ne sais pas-”

“When there’s no reason for it,” Leo finished for him. He took a deep breath. “It surprises me when you show me affection when there’s no reason for it.”

Finn looked a little shocked and he set their ice cream down on a picnic table beside them. “What- we need a reason for it? Baby, the reason is because we love you, I- do you feel like you only deserve affection when you- when you’ve earned it?”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek, eyes nervous and flitting around the park. His red cheeks and silence were all Finn and Logan needed.

“Whoa,” Finn said. His voice was a little panicked. “Whoa, Le, baby, that’s not true.” He took Leo’s face in his hands to force him to look at him. “That’s not true.”

“Soleil,” Logan said. Leo’s pulse was fast underneath his thumb. “Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know.” Leo’s voice was small and timid. He rolled his eyes at himself. “I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

“Is it Jack?” Logan asked, voice low. He couldn’t help but see red. “Did he make you feel that way?”

“I- maybe. Yeah, probably.” Leo took a shaky breath. “He only ever showed me affection if I did the right thing for him.”

“The right thing?” Finn asked. 

“Like,” Leo started. He was clutching at Logan’s lower back as if to gound himself. “Like, if I helped him with homework. Or if I didn’t touch him in public. Just doing things by his terms and his rules is what got me affection, so I guess…” He paused, looking down at his feet. “I guess I feel I need to earn it. To deserve it somehow.”

Finn sharply inhaled and brushed Leo’s cheek with his nose. “Oh, my love,” he whispered. Logan looked up. Finn only called them each that in the most delicate moments, and only ever in private. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry he made you feel that way, but that’s not true with us. You don’t have to do anything for us to love you- we love you for who you are, sweetheart.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed softly. He tucked his face into Leo’s chest. “Mon coeur, mon soleil. Je t’aime, I love you just as you are. Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime.”

Leo let out a defeated breath and rested his head on top of Logan’s. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Finn said firmly, shaking his head hard. “No apologies. We’ll make sure to tell you more, make sure to do more, to let you know how much we want you. Just for you. We want you just as you are, nothing more, nothing less.” He kissed Leo’s blushing cheek. “You are perfect for us just the way you are, Le.”

“Parfait,” Logan whispered with a kiss to Leo’s bare skin. “Tu es parfait pour nous.”

“I love you,” Leo said. He pulled back and kissed them each gently. They didn’t stray far from one another, Logan and Finn with their arms around Leo’s body and Leo with an arm around each of them. “I’ll… I’ll work on being better at accepting love, I think. I want it- I like it.”

Finn smiled up at him. “Good, baby.” He bit at Leo’s neck. “Because I plan on giving you a lot of it.”

“Moi aussi,” Logan said. “Moi aussi, mon coeur. You deserve all the love.”

Leo just smiled, then nodded to their ice cream. “Let’s eat this before it melts. I didn’t just bear my feelings to then let my Moose Tracks become a soup.”

“Ouais,” Logan laughed. “That’d be a shame.”

“C’mere, lovers,” Finn told them. He sat down at the picnic table and held up a singular spoon with a mischievous grin. “I’ll even feed it to you.” 

Logan and Leo laughed, sitting beside one another across from Finn and accepting spoonfuls of slightly melted ice cream on their tongues. It turned Leo’s kisses sweet and chocolatey, and Logan couldn’t get enough. When they eventually finished it all, Finn and Logan made a big show of kissing his cheeks before grabbing their backpacks and making their way back to their apartment.

The entire way, Finn and Logan had their arms wrapped around Leo’s waist and Logan, for one, didn’t want to move ever again. He smiled and leaned against Leo’s shoulder as the city got darker, watching as Leo accepted periodic kisses to his neck by Finn and turned to press his nose into Leo’s bicep. And when they eventually got into bed, showered and in pajamas, Logan laid himself on top of Leo’s body and watched as Finn watched them both, a palm rubbing up and down Logan’s side and the fingers of his other hand in Leo’s hair. Leo was gazing back at him, quiet, but eyes a shining blue in the dark.

“I’m so lucky,” Finn whispered. “You’re so gorgeous.” He kissed each of their foreheads gently before laying his head on his pillow with a gentle smile. “Gonna give you all the loving.”

“Ouais,” Logan sighed. He closed his eyes and nestled into Leo’s chest. “Ouais, mes amours. All the love. All the love for you always.”

Then they fell into their most contented sleep of the summer, a loving tangle of limbs and bodies, with no alarm set for the morning.

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

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

Keep the asks coming! All credits to @lumosinlove !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Count on it baby, hold on.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo just kissed his ankle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poi-pur-purple.”

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

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

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

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

“Please?”

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

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

“Alex, what are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A pull-up, sweetheart,” Leo said.

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

“Hey,” Finn said. “I was a baby.”

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

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

Logan bit at his bicep. “Not anymore.”

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

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

“I said what I said.”

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

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

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

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

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

best part of me reading your new fics when i first wake up and am still half asleep (at like 6:30 so i literally went back to sleep after bc i dont wake up until 8) is that i was so tired that i barely remember and get to re experience how wonderful they are

Haha, you're so sweet for this! I'm so glad you like them and so grateful you read them! :)