Ik Your Writing Is Usually Really Fluffy But I Have Had Such A Bad Week And I Need To Cry And Leo Is

This is kind of an old post from hazel but would you write this?? I love your writing!!!

https://www.tumblr.com/lumosinlove/686264769765867520/you-could-punch-me-in-the-face-and-i-would-still?source=share

Going to be honest, this is out of order of when asks were sent, BUT I don't necessarily write them in order, and this is the one I feel I have the most ready! The others asked before this are coming, don't worry. They're in the process of being written/edited. :)

Honestly, I LOVE the non-SW/Vaincre AU's you guys ask for, it's so fun to have a different kind of creative freedom with the Cubs! It's like I get to write a bit of my own story, to an extent! You can also find others, such as the Hogwarts one (which has two parts) and the Soulmate one (which also has two parts) on my Masterlist (pinned post). So PLEASE keep sending me these, they're definitely some of my favorite prompts by far.

I hope you all are having a lovely end to your week and that you have some fun weekend plans! I know I do- lots of homework. Yippee.

Character credits to @lumosinlove <3

TW for HEAVY making out, but no explicit nefarious activities, as per!

“Fuck!”

“Well, not here.”

Logan skated hard to a stop by the Lions’ net, breathing harshly through his nose. Knut had snatched the puck out of the hair with a flash of his glove. Now, he was grinning at Logan through his mask, standing up and passing the puck to the ref. Logan narrowed his eyes. Fuck Leo Knut and his stupid reflexes, and his stupid flexible legs, and his stupidly pretty blue eyes, and his annoyingly gorgeous curls that he shook out every time he took off his helmet, and-

Logan’s brain finally caught up to what Knut had said, and he huffed. “Non.”

Knut raised his eyebrows playfully. “Non? Tu ne veux pas baiser?”

Logan sucked in a sharp breath. Fuck Leo Knut and his stupid, dirty, strange-sounding French mouth. “You-”

“Speak French, too, honey.” Knut jerked his head. “Face off.”

Logan blinked hard, and turned around to find O’Hara waiting at the dot. Finn O’Hara with his stupid brown eyes, and red hair, and gorgeous puck handling, and mischievous grin-

A whistle blew, and Logan groaned as he lost the face off, chasing after the 17 on O’Hara’s jersey.

***

Logan let out a yelp as he tripped over a stick, flying on his back right into the Lions’ goal. Leo Knut fell on him with a grunt, Logan holding up his hands to soften the impact, even if it made a minimal difference with a strong, tall body colliding with his. Really, it didn’t do much- it just had him that much more trapped under Knut’s watchful gaze.

After recovering for a moment, Knut barked out a twinkly laugh. “Gotta say, Tremblay,” he said in that strange French of his. “You don’t look that bad underneath me.”

Logan grinded his teeth against his mouthguard. “Knut,” he attempted to growl, but it really came out as a groan. “Are you alright?”

Leo’s eyes were mischievous. “Well, I’ve got a nice view, that’s for sure.”

Logan went to retort, but the moment was interrupted by a hand grabbing the back of his jersey. “Up you go, Tremblay.”

Oh God, Logan could not handle Finn O’Hara right now. “You-”

“Yeah, yeah, my bad, sorry my stick wiped the floor with you.” He winked. “You do look nice and pretty on the floor, though.” Finn- O’Hara, Logan’s mind supplied- paid no mind to Logan’s choking sound and went to help Leo- Knut, what was up with him- up. “Okay, Le?”

Logan didn’t know for sure, but he swore he saw Knut’s gaze soften. “All good, Fish. Just surprised me.”

“Oh-ho, that Tremblay is full of surprises.” He turned around and tapped Logan’s butt with his stick. “C’mon, Trelembalaylay, we’re both off to the box. They gave you two minutes for goalie interference, chop chop.”

Logan let out a frustrated sound (he didn’t mean to crash into Knut) and tried to will away the blush that rose when O’Hara winked at him. 

***

He saw them walking through Central Park on a chilly October afternoon. At first, he didn’t realize it was them, but he slowed down his running pace to get a better look. O’Hara had his arm over Knut’s shoulder and was pointing to something on the ground. Knut made a confused face, then laughed when O’Hara bent down to pick something from the grass to hand to him. It was a four-leaf cover. Knut threw his head back and laughed (and Logan certainly didn’t look at the sharp angle of his jaw). He craned his neck down so that his and O’Hara’s noses were almost touching, their smiles wide in the golden afternoon light. Logan’s own eyes widened, suddenly feeling as though he was intruding, when O’Hara spotted him and waved. Knut looked, too, confused for a moment, then broke out into a smile. They both started to walk over.

“Logan,” O’Hara said by way of greeting, freckles stark against his pale skin.

Logan nodded. “O’Hara, Knut.”

Knut snorted. “Please, you’ve played us enough times to be less formal.” His gaze softened, and goddamn did his curls look like golden silk. “It’s Leo.”

“And Finn!”

“Yes, and Finn.” 

“Désolé,” Logan said. 

Leo shook his head. “It’s alright.” He looked at Finn briefly, then back at Logan. “You ready for the game tomorrow?”

Logan blinked. “Uh, ouais.”

Finn cocked his head, amused. “Good run?”

“Ouais.”

Now Finn’s eyes were mirthful. “You aren’t usually this quiet.”

“Oh,” Logan laughed nervously. “Guess I’ve- comment dit-on-” He waved his hand. “Got a lot on my mind?” Like blue eyes, and freckles, and capable hands, and lean backs, and-

“I get it,” Finn said. Logan swore he saw his pinky finger brush Leo’s. “I run a lot, too.” He jabbed his fingers into Leo’s waist. “Sometimes this one accompanies me.”

Leo flinched away with a laugh and slapped Finn’s hand playfully. Logan watched the movement with careful eyes, and didn’t miss the way Leo blushed when he looked back up at him. “Only if he promises to buy me a pastry after.”

That perked Logan up. “I like pastries,” he said, then felt immediately stupid.

But Finn just studied him carefully, kindly. He dedicated his full attention to most things, Logan realized. “Yeah?”

“Ouais, je-” He swallowed, then started again. “I, um, I really like this place in the village. Foli-”

“Foligno’s, yeah,” Finn added. He looked slightly embarrassed that he’d interrupted. His ears turned bright red. “Uh, sorry, that was- I used to go there a lot, when I was a kid. With my brother.”

Logan licked his lips. “Alex.”

“Yeah.”

Alex O’Hara had been traded back to the Rangers from Tampa about two weeks ago. Logan had almost had a heart attack when he first walked into the locker room, thinking he was Finn. And then he had felt even more ashamed when he had hopefully looked for Leo coming behind him. 

Logan tilted his head. “You’re from here.”

That got a real O’Hara grin, crinkled freckles and all. “Born and raised. I’ve got an apartment still, so that’s where Le and I stay when we play here. We’ve got a day off Sunday, so we’re gonna fly back on Monday morning.”

Logan did the quick math. Today was Friday. The Lions flew in today and must have had a practice, and would have morning skate before the matinee game tomorrow. Then, for one whole day, Finn, Leo, and himself would have nothing to do and would be in the same city. Logan looked at Finn’s smile and Leo’s gentle eyes and tried not to let himself get hopeful. 

“That must be nice,” he said. “Are your parents coming?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. We’re actually on our way to get dinner with them now. They’re coming to the game tomorrow, too, but have a wedding on Sunday, so we won’t see them after.”

Logan nodded. He flicked his gaze over to Leo, who was watching something that was akin to amusement. “And you’re not from here. From the South.”

“New Orleans,” Leo said with a fond look. “Not exactly a hockey hub, but I made it work.”

Logan nodded quickly. “You definitely did, you’re-” He realized he was bouncing on his toes and settled back onto his feet, crossing his arms. “You’re really good.”

“Aw, thanks.”

“You speak strange French, though.” 

That got both Leo and Finn to laugh. Leo’s curls bounced against his forehead, which was entirely too distracting. “Well, you do, too.”

Logan grinned. “Ouais, I do.” 

He felt his watch buzz with a text. It was from Luke. Where are you? At Sally’s. 

“Merde,” he cursed. “I- I have to go, my friend- we’re getting burgers.”

Leo hummed. “Yeah, we’ve got supper with Finn’s family.” He directed that perfect Southern accent and charm Logan’s way. “See you tomorrow?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He suddenly felt breathless. “Oui, ouais, I’ll- see you tomorrow.”

Finn raised his hand in a wave. “Bye, Logan.”

“Bye.”

And as he jogged away, trying to run and text Luke at the same time, he couldn’t help but look back. Leo and Finn were walking in the opposite direction, the sun gleaming perfectly off their hair. They were laughing, and holding hands, and when Finn leaned in to kiss Leo’s cheek Logan had the sudden feeling that he was standing on the edge of a cliff. He ignored the growing warmth in his stomach, took a deep breath, and pounded his feet against the pavement.

***

One more comment from Leo Knut and Logan was going to throw his stick at a wall. 

“Focus,” Logan mumbled to himself. “Allez, focus.”

“What?” Will Morgan asked from beside him in the locker room.

“Nothing,” Logan said, shaking his head. “Just distracted.”

From Will’s other side, Percy snorted. “I’ll bet. That Knut has been chirping you all game.”

 “He always does,” Will commented. “It’s like he knows how to press your buttons.” 

Alex O’Hara snorted. “Maybe not yours,” he whispered, low enough so just Logan could hear. “But certainly my baby brother’s. The clingy fucks.”

Logan whipped his head around, a question on the tip of his tongue. “Alex, they’re-?”

Alex nodded minutely, busy adjusting his skates to go out for the third period. They were tied, 1-1. “Yeah,” he said. His eyes flicked up to Percy and Will, who were distracted by talking about something with their goalie, Saint, then caught Logan’s eye again. “They told me last night they thought you knew. Or, figured it out.”

Logan licked his lips. “I didn’t- I mean- I thought I saw something, ouais.”

Alex raised his eyebrows. “A kiss in the park.”

Logan let out a laugh. “Do you tell each other everything?”

Alex smiled. “Almost, yeah.” He sat up. “It’s not- it’s not impossible, you know. Three people.”

Logan blinked hard. “What?”

Alex looked at him carefully. “My boyfriend’s on the Lions. And my girlfriend, well- we all met when I last was playing for New York. He was the goalie here. Then they started dating, then he got traded to Gryff, and then last year, during the Lions’ Cup run, we all- yeah.”

Logan’s eyes widened. “Kasey Winter?”

Alex nodded. He was fiddling with the pendant necklace he wore all the time. “And Natalia Darcy. Well, Natalie, but she’s Natalia to me.”

Logan huffed in amusement. “You and Finn are both so…”

“Weird?” When Logan nodded sheepishly, Alex laughed. “Our partners say the same thing, don’t worry.”

Logan felt like the elephant was back in the room. Being gay in the NHL was new, but not unheard of, not since Sirius Black and Remus Lupin from the Lions had started dating last season. He glanced around nervously. They only had a few minutes left of intermission, and he needed to know. “How long have Finn and Leo been…?”

“Since June,” Alex said. “After the Cup win it all- came to a head, so to speak. But they loved each other long before that. I swear Finn was in love with Leo the day he stepped into his apartment at the beginning of last season.” Alex pulled his jersey back on. “Honestly, can’t blame him. That Leo is a firecracker with the face of a prince, that’s for sure.”

“Ouais,” Logan said thoughtfully, pulling on his own jersey.

“As Finn always says, every prince needs a jester. Or a bard, something like that. He just loves Leo a lot.” He went silent for a moment, then looked at Logan carefully. “And every prince and jester need a knight.”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

Alex just shrugged. “Don’t know, sometimes the words just come to me.” He stood and slapped Logan’s shoulder. “C’mon, Tremblay. Gotta whoop my baby brother’s and my boyfriend’s ass, let’s go.” 

Logan stayed in his stall for a moment, confused beyond measure, before standing and coming at his coach’s call.

***

“Nice hair there, Rapunzel.”

“You looked so pretty pressed up against the boards down there.”

“Take that fire you got to bed, sweetheart.”

“You know, you can keep coming back into my crease if you want. I like seeing your pretty eyes.”

At the last comment, Logan stopped hard in front of Leo’s crease, spraying him with a layer of snow. He hated that it made Leo’s blue eyes look stark and beautiful.

“Stop that,” he growled in French, leaning in. He tapped Leo with his stick, and for the first time, Leo’s gaze went unsure, dark, and a little challenging. “Stop distracting me.”

The next thing he knew, a body was up against his and hands were shoving at his back. “Fucking watch it, seventy-one.” 

Logan spun and faced Finn. “The hell was that for?”

“Stop fucking touching my goalie.” Finn shoved past him and went to Leo. “Le, baby, you-” He stopped, looking at Logan with wide eyes. “I-”

Logan rolled his eyes. “I don’t care, O’Hara.”

Finn rounded on him again. “The fuck is that tone? You got a problem?”

Logan tried to will the heat pooling in his hips away when he caught sight of Finn’s intense, sweaty face. “Non.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” Logan spat. He glared at Leo, who was now standing. If he was tall in real life, he was a giant on skates. “But stop fucking distracting me.”

“What, can’t take a little chirping?”

Leo winced. “Finn-”

“No, uh-uh, I don’t care.” Finn gripped the front of Logan’s jersey. “You don’t touch my goalie.”

“He’s just your goalie?”

Finn looked like Logan had slapped him. His grip loosened on Logan’s jersey. Logan used it to get leverage, gripping Finn’s back and drawing their faces together.

“I don’t fucking care,” Logan snarled. “I really don’t. But he needs to stop trying to distract me.”

Logan swore he saw Finn’s eyes dart to his lips before meeting his own gaze. “You know what your problem is, Tremblay?”

“What?”

“You can yell at us both all you fucking want,” Finn said lowly, dangerously. “But you still look fucking gorgeous when you pretend to be angry.”

At that moment, the refs finally decided to break them apart, and Logan was left reeling from Finn’s intense gaze, the heat of his breath. He was breathing shakily as he was led back to the bench by Luke, his eyes fixed on Finn’s strong frame and Leo’s slightly anxious eyes. 

Luke gave him a nudge. “What the hell happened?”

Logan turned to look at him, his neck tendons straining as his jaw clenched. “I-” He shook his head, the words lost. He watched as Finn went back to his own bench, but not before flashing Logan a look he couldn’t comprehend. He took a trembling breath. “I really don’t fucking know.”

And when they lost, 2-1 on a beauty of a wrist shot by Finn O’Hara, all Logan could see was Alex’s meaningful look as they sat next to each other in the locker room. Logan stared back, biting the inside of his cheek, before standing with a grunt and stomping his way to the showers.

***

An hour and a half later saw him at a bar nursing a shitty beer, his teammates laughing and joking around him. Though they had lost, they decided to take advantage of the matinee game and were all out for an early drink. Logan figured they’d order burgers or something here to eat, then he could make his escape to go and seethe by himself. It seemed appropriate, given the game he had just had.

“Dude,” Percy said. “What is up, man, you’re fucking out of it today.”

Logan let out a frustrated breath. “O’Hara. Knut. Fucking in my face.”

Percy made eye contact with Will and smiled mischievously. “You mean, the two hotshot Lions who have definitely been flirting with you since last season?”

Logan scoffed. “No they have not.”

Will shrugged and took a sip of his own beer. “Maybe not together, like they do now sometimes, but separately, for sure. You always lose your cool when we play Gryff.”

“Hey,” Percy said, clapping Logan on the shoulder. “If I swung that way, I’d go for them, too.”

Will slapped him upside the back of the head. “Dude. So not smooth.” He sighed and looked at Logan again, face serious. “What Percy meant to say is… it is okay. If you swing that way.”

Percy nodded quickly. “Any way. Or all ways.”

Logan felt his face heat. “I- thank you, I- but I’ve never- not with a- you know.”

Will examined his face for a moment. “Don’t have to kiss a boy to know you like them.”

“Yeah,” Percy agreed. “I mean, I knew I liked girls way before I kissed them.”

Will snorted. “You’ve kissed, like, four.”

Percy stuck his tongue out. “I’m just waiting for the right one. Like-”

“Cassie Baker, we know, oh my God.” Will knocked the rest of his beer back. “I’m so thankful I married young, you’re so pathetic.”

“Hey!”

Logan slapped them each on the shoulder. “I’m going to get a rum and coke. This beer’s shit.”

Will patted his back as he walked past. When he arrived at the bar, Alex was leaning against the wood, chatting with the bartender. He looked so freakishly like Finn it made Logan’s stomach do a weird summersault.

“Oh hey,” Alex said with a smile. “Come for something sweeter?”

“How did you know?” Logan asked, surprised.

“Heard from a little birdie that you like pastries. Put that together with all the candy you sneak in, and I made an assumption.” He waved a hand up and down Logan’s body. “I don’t know how you get away eating so much shit and still end up looking like that. Un-fucking-fair.”

That made Logan laugh. “Ouais, I- I’ve just always been like that.” He quickly hailed the bartender and ordered his drink.

“Hm.” Alex played with a napkin for a minute before looking cautiously up at Logan. “So,” he said. “My brother and you got in a scuffle.”

Logan tried to act casual, but he knew his cheeks were flaming. “It’s just… you know, on the ice. Nothing personal.”

Alex cocked his head. “Does the ice have to not be personal?” But Logan didn’t have a chance to answer, because Alex caught sight of someone in the bar and his entire body softened. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Kasey Winter said, sidling up to Alex’s side to press a quick kiss to his lips. He wrapped a large hand around Alex’s waist. “Good game.”

“Thank you.” Alex leaned in for one more soft kiss, hand covering Kasey’s, before he turned back to Logan. “Logan, this is Kasey. Kase, this is Mr. Hot Head Shortie Pants.”

Logan balked a bit at the name, but Kasey just laughed and patted Alex’s hip. “You’re so weird.” He held out a hand for Logan to shake. “Nice to officially meet you.”

“You, too.” Logan cleared his throat. He accepted his drink with a thanks, then turned back to the two other men. “How is your thigh?”

That made Kasey look almost pleasantly surprised. “Hanging in there. For now. Thank goodness I’ve got Leo, it’s really nice to be able to evenly switch out starts and stuff.”

Logan choked a little on his drink. He ignored Alex’s raised eyebrows. “Uh, ouais, yeah, Leo’s- Knut’s good.”

Kasey had a small, amused smile on his face. “He is.” He bumped his hips with Alex’s. “Want to go say hi to some of the guys? Thomas has been talking about playing foosball with you all day.”

“Oh boy.” Alex’s grin was wide as he ducked his forehead closer to Kasey’s. “Can’t pass off that invitation.” He nodded to Logan. “If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Frenchie, I’ve got boyfriend duties to attend to.” 

“Have fun,” Logan said, raising his glass. 

He moved to a quieter end of the bar, resting his hip against the wood. It wasn’t too rowdy, and it was mostly the Rangers and the Lions filling the space. Logan spotted a few he recognized- Dumais, Lupin, Black, Walker. He tried to stop the hard beating in his chest and pressed a hand over his heart. Just because their teammates were here didn’t mean they-

“Salut.”

Logan choked on a sip of his drink as Leo Knut stepped in front of him. He swallowed, coughed, and looked up at him and his striking blue eyes. “Salut.”

Leo’s face was a bit scrunched. Logan had the sudden urge to reach up and smooth the worried crease between his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry,” Leo said in French. “For saying all those things to you. That was too much.”

“Non,” Logan said, shaking his head. “Non, I’m sorry for speaking to you that way. That wasn’t fair.” He let out a humored breath. “It’s just a game.”

Leo didn’t answer right away, just bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. His eyes gave Logan a once over- they were so blue against his blonde hair and black sweater. “Yeah,” he finally said. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Le, baby.” Logan’s heart gave a little jerk as Finn approached, his fingers shifting to discreetly fiddle with Leo’s. He flashed his eyes to Logan. “Logan.” He looked back up to Leo. “Good?”

Leo nodded, his eyes still anxious. “Good.”

Finn nodded, gaze lingering on the still-present furrow of Leo’s eyebrows, before he turned to Logan. “I’m here to apologize. I said some out-of-line stuff.”

“Me, too,” Logan said. He swiped a finger through the condensation on his glass. His breathing was a bit jagged. “Those comments I made- I’m sorry, I really don’t care if you’re together.” His eyes widened, and he looked between the two of them. “Non- non, that’s not- I meant, I do care that you’re together, but not in a- je, c’est-” He groaned, letting out a heavy breath. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” Leo nudged Logan’s shoe with his own. His eyes were slightly amused now. “No, it’s okay. We get it. Thank you.”

Logan nodded slowly, meeting Leo’s eyes. They were still a striking blue, but softer now, gentle. Logan almost didn’t want to admit how easily they were reading him. 

“How-” he started, then cleared his throat. “How did you know?”

Finn cocked his head. His brown eyes were so focused it made Logan’s heart pick up. “What?”

Logan licked his lips. “That it was okay. To be… you know, in the league.”

Finn laced his fingers with Leo’s, then took a step closer to Logan. “Are you… Logan.”

Logan suddenly felt too warm. He looked at their hands, then up at Finn’s face, which was closer now. His eyes flashed down to Finn’s lips, red and wet and inviting, then to Leo’s face, his own perfect Cupid’s bow parted. He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Merde,” he swore. “Shit, I-” 

Then he looked between the two of them once more, breathing heavy, and spun on his heel down the hallway behind him.

***

The room he found was unlit save for the warm hallway lights shining through the windows. There was a pool table at one end and dining tables with chairs flipped upside on top of them on the other. Logan guessed that it was an event room. He probably shouldn’t be there. 

He closed the door probably too harshly behind him and stumbled his way in. He didn’t feel drunk, but he needed to lean his hands against the pool table anyway. His chest was heaving against the fabric of his shirt.

“Merde,” he whispered, pressing his hand over his chest. “Oh, fuck.”

He let out a whimpering sound and pressed his forehead into his hands, elbows against the soft green table cover. His head ached. He felt his pulse at his temples, and he was sure that he couldn’t go back out there. Not while they were-

The door clicked open behind him. Two sets of footsteps followed. Logan cursed again. “I can’t-”

But then there was a warm palm at his back and he felt his body shudder. “Logan.”

Logan turned to face him. Finn’s eyes were concerned, his mouth turned downwards in a way that Logan somehow knew meant he was really upset. His broad shoulders and lean waist were almost pressed against Logan’s. His hand had moved with Logan’s body and was now resting on his ribs. Logan felt a sharp burst of desperation and confusion work its way up his throat. He let out what he meant to be a grunt, but was more of a groan. “What do you want?”

“You.”

It wasn’t Finn who had answered. Logan’s heart stopped as he jerked his head to look at Leo. He had stayed in the doorway, but was making his way over slowly now, blue eyes pinning Logan in place. He stopped just beside Finn, close enough that Logan could reach out and cup his jaw and-

“We want you.” 

Logan suddenly felt angry. “For what? So you can just-”

“No, not like that,” Leo said firmly. His gaze was somehow challenging and loving and Logan was so gone. “For real.”

“Quoi? Why?”

“How could we not?” Finn whispered lowly. He bent his head so their foreheads were almost touching, his mouth by Logan’s ear. “With that fire you got in you, with those hands on the ice.” Logan felt his smile brush the shell of his ear. “Your sweet tooth.”

Logan let out a soft sound and closed his eyes. “Finn.”

“You’re so gorgeous, baby.” Finn made a pleased sound at Logan’s shaky intake of breath. “So gorgeous all the time. Your smile, your laugh. The way you shake out your hair before you put a helmet back on. The way you pretend you’re so tough, when all you want is for someone to touch you gently.” Finn pressed his nose into Logan’s hair. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Logan’s eyes fluttered behind his eyelids. Now that he was thinking about it, his life had been wrapped up in Leo and Finn long before this. First, him and Finn getting drafted a year apart, meeting on the ice, on nights out, at the All Stars. Polite interactions on the ice, in a bar, watching as Finn made everyone around him laugh and smile. And then Leo, joining last year. He and Finn were instantly inseparable. The Lions social media had a field day with it. But Logan watched them more carefully, though he loathed to admit it. He saw the way Leo was gentle, kind, how he always listened intently. They, too, had crossed paths in bars after games. He always had an arm around someone, always had a good thing to say to Logan after they played each other, even if it had been brutal and rough on the ice. But Logan also knew he got cold easily. Every time he saw him, he always had a sweater on, even on a spring night. 

And Finn and Leo both, Logan realized, only sought him out. They said a polite hi to the other Rangers, maybe talked a little more with Alex, but mostly they went to Logan. Always Logan. Always a warm hand to shake, always a smile when they ran into each other on their pre-game runs in whatever stadium they were playing, a slap on the back in the dim lights of a pub when they saw each other after a game, even amidst that competitive second round of the playoffs the year previous. 

Maybe, Logan thought, they had always been waiting for each other. Even when they didn’t know it.

He realized he hadn’t answered Finn’s challenge, and Finn was starting to pull away, a bit tense against Logan’s body. “Non,” Logan said. He reached both hands out, placing them on the dip of Finn’s waist. He pulled his head back to meet Finn’s eyes, their noses brushing. Finn’s pupils were dark and blown. “You’re not wrong.”

Logan only had a moment to breathe before Finn was kissing him. 

He let out a soft sound against Finn’s mouth. Oh, Finn O’Hara could kiss. He kissed with his entire body, with his entire being, both hands clutching hard at Logan’s hips and kneading the skin. Logan moved his hands upwards, one around Finn’s back, one in those thick red waves. Finn’s lips pressed harder against his, his movement precise in taking Logan apart as he coaxed his mouth open with his tongue. 

“Finn,” Logan whimpered. 

“Fuck, baby,” Finn said, and grinned against Logan’s lips at the wanting sound he made. He began to kiss down Logan’s neck. “You’re so gorgeous.”

Logan hung his head back, inviting Finn to continue pressing those biting kisses to his skin. There was a sharp nip of his teeth, a soft brush of his tongue. Logan felt himself floating higher, higher, his head dizzy, his eyes closed. A third hand on him made him let out a noise, eyes flashing open. “Leo.”

Leo was there, one hand on Logan, another on Finn, watching them carefully. His strong chest was heaving in the dim light, his curls reflecting the warmth. He flashed his eyes to where Finn was still kissing Logan’s neck, then met Logan’s gaze. “Lo, sweetheart.”

Logan whined, then Finn was kissing his mouth again. “Finn,” he gasped against Finn’s lips. “Leo, Leo, Leo, kiss me.”

Finn stepped back and then Leo was there, cupping Logan’s jaw and bringing their lips together. His palms were large and warm. He brought one to grip Logan’s waist and leaned further over him. It moved down Logan’s body, and he arched into the touch, letting himself fall backwards against the pool table as Leo hitched his thigh around his waist. 

“Fuck,” Leo whispered. “Logan.”

“Please.” Logan didn’t even know what he was asking for. He was shaking. “Please.”

Leo’s chest brushed his own and Logan clenched his knee against Leo’s lean hips. He squirmed under the attention, heat working its way up his spine as he pressed himself upwards. He tugged Leo’s soft curls with one hand, pushing his other under Leo’s T-shirt to dig his fingers into his bare, strong back. Leo smiled and let out a pleased sound before dragging his teeth gently over Logan’s lip. It drove Logan crazy.

“Fuck,” Finn whispered, then his lips were on Logan’s jaw, his hand covering Leo’s on Logan’s waist. “You two.”

Logan knew that if he didn’t stop them now, he wouldn’t ever. He’d have them right on this pool table and then he’d never leave. Not now that he knew what their skin felt like. Not now that he knew how they kissed. Not now that he knew how they wanted him. 

“Attendez,” he gasped. “Wait, ouais, wait, I-” He let out a moan when Leo captured his lips in one last kiss and Finn sucked a bruise under his jaw. “Merde.”

Leo finally pulled back, laughing softly against Logan’s mouth. “Oh God.” He pressed their foreheads together. “Shit, okay, we have to stop.” His blue eyes, when they met Logan’s, were bright and playful, slightly glazed over with a hint of arousal. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Logan was stunned. “I- you-” he stuttered.

That made Finn giggle slightly into the hinge of his jaw. “Oh my.” He sounded a bit giddy. “Fuck, we’ve been waiting forever to do that.” He took a step back and kissed Leo’s cheek, then cupped Leo’s hips. “Up you get.”

Leo let out a strained sound as he pushed himself to stand, then held out a hand for Logan. Logan took it and sat up, reaching out to pull Leo’s shirt down where he had shucked it up. “Sorry.”

Leo snorted. “Don’t even think about that, Tremblay.” He squeezed Logan’s fingers. “That was the hottest thing ever.”

“Damn fucking right.”

Logan felt his cheeks flush and he bit his lip around his smile. “Ouais.”

They let the moment hang in the air for a moment, smiling at each other, before Finn stepped in between Logan's legs. He cupped Logan’s cheeks, gentle and less desperate outside the heat of the moment, and kissed him quickly. “Seriously, though. Go on a date with us?”

Logan looked up at him through his lashes, admiring the way Finn looked at him. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Leo said. He still hadn’t let go of Logan’s hand. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed the back of it. “Please?”

And how could Logan refuse those blue eyes, peeking out at him through those silky curls? He brought Leo’s hand to his own mouth now and pressed his lips gently to his fingers. He felt energized and calm all at once. “Oui.”

The grin Finn gave him was all teeth. “Really?”

“Ouais.”

“Really?”

Logan laughed. “Yes.”

Finn made some sort of happy, growling noise, unable to contain himself, and wrapped his arms tightly around Logan’s waist, lifting him off the table. Leo was looking fondly at them, smiling with his tongue poking through his teeth. Logan laughed as Finn let out a happy shout.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes!” He set Logan down and began to press kisses all over his cheek. “Oh my God, thank fuck, we were so worried you’d say no, but we couldn’t wait any longer, you’re just so-”

Logan cut him off with a burst of happy kisses, Finn immediately relaxing under his hands. He pulled away and smiled. He felt light. “Of course I said yes.”

Finn was almost vibrating. He turned to Leo with a ridiculous grin on his face. “Le.”

“Oh God,” Leo laughed. He brushed Finn’s cheek with the back of his fingers, then did the same to Logan. He towered over Logan, but not in an intimidating way. Logan kind of wanted to ask him to lie down on the pool table and cover Logan’s body with his own, just to feel the weight of him. “Look what you’ve done.”

Finn gripped Leo’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissed him hard. “We fucking did it.” He turned back to Logan, bouncing on his toes. “Come over for dinner?”

“Finn!” 

“What?” Finn turned to look at Leo, who was laughing and shaking his head fondly. “What? We’re here for another full day, my parents leave for the wedding tonight, so we won’t see them, and it’s almost dinner time.” He let out a gasp and tapped a hand against Leo’s chest repeatedly. “You left stew in the crockpot, and you got that bread, we could go back to ours and eat-”

“Okay.” Leo cupped Finn’s face and kissed him slowly. Logan felt something warm settle in the pit of his stomach, watching them. “Okay, we can do that.” He looked down at Logan. “You like stew? Wanna come over for dinner?”

Logan nodded, smiling softly. “Ouais.” An anxious thought unfolded itself in the back of his mind. “But…”

Finn gripped Logan’s hips more insistently. “What? What’s wrong, what?”

Logan shook his head. “Nothing, I just-” He took a deep breath and met their eyes. “After dinner. I’ve never- not with a…” He swallowed. “A boy.”

“Oh.” Finn’s shoulders sagged in relief and he smiled. “Oh, baby, that’s okay.” He kissed Logan’s forehead. “We don’t have to. We probably shouldn’t, actually, should probably talk and stuff first.” 

“Yeah,” Leo said. He, too, kissed Logan’s forehead, and Logan preened under the attention. Leo smiled down at him and took Logan’s hands. “It’s okay. Finn hadn’t either, before we got together, and he did just fine.”

“Well, I had a good teacher. And we practice a lot.”

Leo rolled his eyes, but he was blushing. “Well,” he said finally. “Yes, we do.” He squeezed Logan’s fingers. “But we don’t have to do anything. Not until you’re ready, okay? This is gonna be a lot, for all of us. We need to talk, get to know each other better. You can even stay over. We've got the whole day tomorrow.” He paused and lifted one hand to brush a thumb over Logan's lip. “But we don't have to do anything.”

“But when we do,” Finn said, eyes bright and kind. “It’ll be so good, ‘cause it’s with you.” He kissed Logan softly. “And then it’s gonna be a problem, because we’re not gonna want to stop.”

“Finn.”

“What? Look at him, Le.” Finn waggled his eyebrows. “Look how gorgeous.”

Logan felt like he was basking in the sun under their attention. Leo seemed to notice, and kissed his warm cheek. “Ouais. Si beau.”

“Oh, c’mon. I can’t have two Frenchies ganging up on me now, that’s not fair!”

Leo threw his head back and laughed. He wrapped his long arms around them both, and Logan placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. They were warm against him and so beautiful Logan almost didn’t know what to do with himself. He sank into the feeling and tucked his head against Leo’s chest. He felt Finn rest his head on top of his hair and let out a content sigh.

“Allez,” Logan said. “I’m starving.” He looked up at Leo. “Stew?”

“Yeah,” Leo nodded, pressing a lingering kiss to Logan’s forehead, then Finn’s. “Stew.”

***

Seven months later

“Welcome to your new home, Trelembalaylay. Hope it meets your expectations.”

Logan turned around and wrapped his arms around Finn’s neck, tugging at the base of his hair. “Does it have you in it?”

“Sure does.”

“Mm.” Logan stood on his toes to kiss him through a smile. “Then I think I’ll be fine.”

Finn made a happy sound. “You sure you’re not gonna miss that old dusty apartment of yours?”

Logan smacked the back of his head. “It was not.”

“Yeah-huh. Last time you went there was, like two months ago. It was dusty today, baby.”

“Good thing I’m not living there anymore, eh?”

Finn kissed him again. “Good thing.” He wrapped Logan up in a hug and tucked his nose into Logan’s neck. “It’s gonna be nice, having you live here. Even if we’re apart during the season. Like the thought of having you in my home.” He kissed Logan’s neck. “Our home.”

“Ouais, mon rouge.” Logan kissed Finn’s neck back. “Our home.” He pulled back to look at Finn’s face, slightly burnt across his nose from the June sun. “When are we moving some of my stuff to Gryff again?”

Finn shrugged. “Dunno. Might not be until after we get back from New Orleans. We’ve got Alex’s engagement party next week, then mom and dad’s thirty-fifth anniversary the week after, then we go down to Louisiana.” He kissed Logan quickly. “Might be nice just to chill all together here for a while. Plus, Leo loves the bakery down the street.”

Logan laughed. “Ouais, he does.” He absentmindedly ran his hands through Finn’s hair. “He’s excited to go down to New Orleans.”

Leo had been bouncing on his toes when he brought the idea up in April. He and Logan had been FaceTiming while Leo made breakfast one morning, Finn out for a run. He had looked so good, bare back lean and strong in the morning light filtering in through the kitchen windows of his and Finn’s Gryffindor apartment. Logan was in Finn’s apartment in New York, practically moved in at that point, even if not officially. Eloise and Wyatt had just been up for a brief visit for one of Wyatt’s work trips, which coincidentally coincided to a day when the Rangers played the Lions in Gryffindor. The Knuts had gone out to dinner with Logan, Finn, Leo, Kasey, Alex, and Natalie, and had vaguely brought up the idea of Leo bringing Finn and Logan home for a few weeks of training in New Orleans. Leo had been rambling about it and scrambling eggs while Logan watched him fondly through the screen.

“I could take you out to the cove, Finn loves the cove. I think you would, too. And you’ll get all nice and tan, you and your muscles, which already drive me crazy, you know.” Leo bit into a piece of bacon. “And my parents obviously love you both so much. My mother couldn’t stop raving about how handsome you were when you met her at Christmas, honestly, and she was so happy sitting between you and Finn at dinner the other day.”

Logan had smiled at the memory. After dinner, when they were all saying goodbye, Eloise had drawn him into a hug that lasted long enough for Logan to relax into it. Her arms were strong and warm, just like her son’s.

 “You make my Leo so happy,” she had whispered. “You and Finn both. He loves you so much.” She had kissed his cheek. “You’re his family, sweetheart, so you’re ours. We are so lucky to have you.”

Logan had had to try really hard to blink back the tears in his eyes as he pressed his cheek into her shoulder.

Now, in their New York apartment, wrapped in Finn’s arms, Logan felt more settled than he had in a long time. Family. 

He looked around the apartment, then back up at Finn. “Where’s Le?”

Finn looked around, too. “Dunno?”

Logan spun in Finn’s arms, his back to Finn’s chest. “Soleil?”

“In here!” Leo emerged from their bedroom. He was smiling with a stack of empty boxes in his hands. “I unpacked all your clothes for here, honey, and organized them.” 

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

Leo shrugged innocently and set the boxes down in the entryway. “It’s probably futile. I’ll still find your socks in the dishwasher or something, I swear.” He stood and smiled at them both, stepping into their space to cup Logan’s hips. “Hi.” 

“Salut.” Logan cupped the back of Leo’s head with one hand and stood on his toes to kiss him. “Merci. For unpacking. That was really fast.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed, leaning over Logan’s shoulder for a kiss of his own from Leo. “How the hell did you do that?”

“Magic,” Leo teased. He made a happy noise and bent to kiss Logan’s neck in a burst. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I’m here all the time.”

“Yeah, but officially officially here. Moved in. Forever.” Leo nudged their noses together. “It’s exciting.”

Logan smiled. “Je t'aime.”

Leo kissed him once, happy. “I love you.”

“Hey, what am I, chopped liver?”

Leo stood up straight and rolled his eyes playfully at Finn. “You know you’re not.” He shifted a bit to stand at their sides and drew Finn in for a long kiss. “I love you.”

Finn smiled. “I love you.” He wrapped Logan up tighter and bit his shoulder. “And I love you. I get two boyfriends, I’m so lucky.” 

“Hm.” Leo pushed Finn’s hair back from his forehead, then Logan’s. Logan loved when he did that- his fingers were always so gentle. “Lucky you.” He ducked to kiss them each one last time, then clapped his hands. “Okay. Next, we’ve got to make sense of the miscellaneous box. Honestly, Lo, I don’t know what to do with all those nutcrackers you collect, there’s so many of them.”

Finn barked out a laugh. “Oh, baby,” he said, walking him and Logan forward to follow Leo into the bedroom. “Welcome home.”

Logan hummed, reaching back to scratch a hand through Finn’s hair as they watched Leo mutter to himself, sorting through Logan’s, admittedly, extensive collection of nutcrackers. “Home.”

“Home.”

“Seriously, Lo, I think we might have to box these up and use them to decorate for Christmas, I don’t know what else to do with them.” A pause. “Oh! Hey, I was looking for this photo!” He held up a small picture of the three of them at All Stars, dressed up in their suits. It was the first big public event they went to together. Leo had printed it out and pinned it to the fridge.

“Oh, ouais,” Logan said. “I took that with me on a long roadie. Guess I forgot to give it back.”

Leo shook his head, standing. He was still looking fondly at the photo. “Don’t worry.” He smiled at them both. “I got the real thing right in front of me. So it’s okay.”

Logan felt himself melt into Finn’s arms. “Ouais. Ouais, it’s okay.” He let out a sigh. “I love you so much.”

Finn kissed his neck. “Forever, Tremblay. Don’t you forget that.”

“Non,” Logan laughed quietly. He let out a sigh as Leo came to press against his chest, resting their temples together. He felt something settle in himself. Home. “Non, non, I couldn’t forget that.”

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Recommended burnout cures include a nap, chocolate cake, and dog/cat cuddles (or pets in general, but I can't say I'd cuddle a lizard if I had one)!

(Also, thanks for the appreciation! I appreciate YOU, you're so sweet!)

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

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

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

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo snorted. “Yours, too, sweetheart.”

***

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

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

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

Leo laughed. “You think?”

“Yeah,” Tabby replied. “Red hot.”

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

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

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

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

Finn just pouted. “Walky Talky.”

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

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

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

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

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

Finn preened under the attention. “Lucky me.”

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

Finn laughed. “Noelle’s a lucky one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finn’s eyes narrowed. 

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

Finn gasped. “You don’t mean that.”

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

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

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

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

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

Finn O'Hara really was a very lucky girl

this is a big ask but i’ve been thinking about it all week! onutzy hogwarts au??

imo, logan: hufflepuff, finn: gryffindor, leo: ravenclaw

This was one of my FAVORITE things I have written! I'd be so happy to take more asks for this AU!

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

O'Knutzy Household, May 2024

Finn knelt on the floor of their walk-in closet, peering around underneath the bottom shelf. He'd known he could've summoned his wand with an accio, but his brain was so fried after marking exams all day that he could barely do magic with his wand, nevermind without it. He squinted, peering through the darkness to where he'd estimated it had fallen out of his robes as he'd shrugged them off.

“Ah,” he said, spotting the thin piece of wood. It was all the way at the back. He stretched his long arm, grasping for it, when his fingers brushed something else.

Finn furrowed his brow and wrapped his fingers around his wand, murmuring a soft lumos. The light shined brightly in the small, dark space, illuminating a cardboard box. Written on the side were the years 2014-2016. He smiled, reaching his other hand to grab the box, and stood to go into their dining room.

Soon, he was sat with a cup of tea, rifling through the photos he hadn't seen in a while. He guessed that they hadn't bothered to unpack this box when they moved into their house a year ago, after their wedding, which he thought was a shame really.

Some of the photos were unremarkable, some a little goofy. There was one of Logan and Sirius with severely overgrown eyebrows, both glaring off camera where Finn assumed Remus and James were stood laughing. It was a moving photo, but Logan and Sirius had been so still with annoyance that it looked like a Muggle one. Another was of Leo and Regulus brewing a potion together, anxious and stressed expressions on their faces. Regulus was flipping off the camera. Finn hadn't been there for this photo (it was during Leo's last year, the year after Finn and Logan had graduated), but he did remember having a two-way mirror call with an anxious Leo the night before his final potions exam (which he got a perfect score on in the end).

Finn flipped through a few more, smiling at the wave of memories that came back to him. Even though both he and Leo now worked in the same walls they'd gone to school within, being a student at Hogwarts was nothing like being a teacher. It did have some perks (like being able to share a room with Logan and Leo instead of having to sneak into one another's beds), but Finn did miss that youthful, jubilant feeling of being in school with his favorite people around all day, every day.

One photo in particular made him stop and laugh softly. It was of the three of them the day Logan had been signed to the Chudley Cannons. Leo had his arm wrapped tenderly around Logan's waist, smiling sweetly as he always did. Logan looked a little sheepish, but proud, holding his new jersey. Finn, on the other hand, was jostling Logan with an arm around his shoulder, the other holding a sign that said Let's Go Lolo! with a poor drawing of the Hufflepuff badger. In the moving photo he and Leo both leaned in to press a kiss to each of Logan's cheeks at the same time, and Logan's eyes crinkled with his laughter. Finn had been so proud that day he could've bursted.

Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch, April 2015

Finn sat anxiously in the stands, his leg bouncing as he scanned the field for Logan. The prospective players were warming up on the field below, both Logan and James among them, stretching and flying laps around the perimeter. Finn eyed the professional scouts as well, high up in the stands where the teachers normally sat. They were peering down critically, talking amongst one another with notebooks in their hands. Finn sucked in a breath and played with the thick paper in his hand.

“I hope that isn't what I think it is, O'Hara.”

Finn's eyes lit up as Leo climbed the last few stairs to where Finn was, shuffling over to sit next to him. Leo’s eyes were playful, his grin happy and sunshiny and all things good. Finn nudged him with his shoulder. “What can I say? Your dad’s Muggle football obsession has rubbed off on me. Gotta show the world I'm Lo's number one fan.”

Leo quirked an eyebrow and reached out to play with Finn's Gryffindor tie, loose around his neck. “Who says you're his number one fan?”

Finn smiled, leaning in. “We can share that coveted position.” He kissed Leo briefly. “Hi.”

Leo smiled against his mouth. “Hi, cariad. How are you?”

“Good,” Finn said. His leg was still bouncing. “Nervous.”

Leo placed a hand on his thigh. “Did you go for a run this morning? You know how your pent-up energy gets.”

Finn knocked his head against Leo's shoulder. “Yes, I did, nutter butter. It's just a big day.” He rested his chin on Leo's shoulder. “How was the library?”

Leo kissed his forehead. “Good. Finished my Arithmancy assignment. Reg and I are gonna meet with Lily tomorrow to do some Advanced Potions stuff.”

Finn lifted his head and raised his eyebrows. “I thought you were taking that class next year?”

Leo blushed. “Lily offered to teach us some stuff early.”

“Love,” Finn said soothingly, scratching a hand through Leo’s scalp. “You're going to be fine next year, both you and Regulus are. You're so good at Potions, I don't want you to stress yourself if you don't have to.”

Leo considered this for a moment. “But I like to be ahead. The stuff we do now is too easy.” His ears turned a bit red. “Plus, the three of us experiment.”

Finn snorted. “I don't even want to know. Just be careful, please. We don't need the future of the Potions field blowing up in a disaster of their own making.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “I'll be careful, promise.” He sighed, resting his forehead on Finn's shoulder. “I just… I don't know, I want to be good, you know? I want to prove that a Muggle-born can do all the things. Lily, too. And Reg- well.”

Finn laughed. “Wants to prove that he's more than just a disgraced run-away heir and that he actually has a brain behind all that rich boy nonsense?”

Leo smiled into Finn's shoulder. “Yeah.”

Finn wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Le, you're going to be fantastic. You're the smartest person I know.”

“Says you.”

“Yes, says me, so then you know it's on good authority.” He kissed Leo's curls. “Besides, if Potions doesn't work out, you could always play Quidditch.”

Leo snorted. “You know, most people don't have professional Quidditch as their backup plan.”

“You could. You're good enough. Best damn Keeper Ravenclaw's ever seen, with those long limbs of yours.”

Leo lifted his head to look him in the eye. “You're biased.”

“Absolutely.” Finn kissed him soundly. “I love you.”

Leo bit his lip around his smile. “Love you.” He nodded his head. “Look, here they are.”

Finn turned to find their friends walking towards them, the most nervous among them being Sirius, who was wringing his hands and biting his nails.

“Stop that,” Remus scolded. “You're going to make yourself bleed.”

“But Moony, this is the biggest day of my life!”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Is it really, now?”

Sirius didn't even seem phased by his boyfriend's expression. “Yes.” He turned to Lily. “What if he doesn't make it?”

Lily shook her head nervously. “Don't even talk about that.”

Natalie laughed. “He'll probably never recover.”

“Nat.”

“Noelle thinks they've both got a good chance,” Thomas piped in with a dreamy look on his face. Noelle, Logan's older sister, was the new captain of the Harpies, and Thomas’ girlfriend. “If it helps.”

Sirius and Lily's expressions indicated that it didn't.  

“Hello, party people!” Finn called with a wave. “How we feeling today?” He took one look at Lily’s face and winced. “Yeah, sorry I asked.”

Regulus and Cole, a friend of theirs in their year in Gryffindor, went to sit by Leo, who had laced the fingers of his opposite hand with Finn's. Lily and Sirius sat together, chattering nervously while Remus and Thomas looked on in amusement. Natalie plopped herself by Finn's side. “Hello, Freckle.”

“Hi, Nat,” he said, giving her a sideways hug. “How are things? How's my older brother?”

Natalie looked amused. “I thought you talked all the time.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “No. He spends way more time talking to you.”

“I should hope so.” She sighed, settling onto the bleachers. “He's good, both he and Kase. Been working on rehab with the Common Welsh Green they found injured a couple weeks back, and Kasey's got lots of shifts at Mungo's so they've been busy.” She shrugged with a smile. “But other than that, they've been good.”

“Good,” Finn said. “You know, my parents are still expecting you to come to County Kerry at some point after we graduate in May. They're so excited that my brother found two Scots instead of two English people.”

Natalie laughed. “Shitting on the English sounds like a great bonding experience.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Lo's from England.”

Natalie rolled her eyes. “He moved to Sheffield from Nice when he was eleven. He still sounds French when he speaks English. That boy doesn't count.” She narrowed her eyes. “If anything, a Frenchman is better because the English hate them.”

Finn laughed. “That's my Lolo.”

“Speaking of,” Natalie said. She plucked at his sign. “Really?”

Finn shrugged. “Leo's parents are Muggles and introduced Lo and I to football when we went to visit in Beddgelert over Easter. The fans carry signs in the crowd.” He waggled his eyebrows. “His mom also taught me Welsh swear words that people yell during the match.”

“You're a weird one, O'Hara.”

Finn felt a tug on his hand and immediately turned. Both Leo and Logan were shiny topics for Finn, instantly diverting his attention from any other happenings around him. He put on his most dazzling smile. “Yes, pretty sunshine baby?”

Leo rolled his eyes at Regulus’ gagging noises and jerked his head to the pitch. “They're starting.”

Finn sat up straighter, sucking in a breath. Sure enough, the players were all lined up, listening to instructions from a coach. Finn's leg started bouncing again and he squeezed Leo's hand tighter.

“Cariad,” Leo whispered. “It's going to be fine. He was asked to try out, they already think he's good.”

“I know,” Finn whispered, tapping his foot. “I’m still really nervous.”

Leo sighed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Rwy'n dy garu di. And we love him, too. It's going to be fine, Fish.”

Finn turned to look at him. “Diolch.”

It was worth it to see Leo's smile. “Look at you, catching on.”

“Wait until you hear the stuff your mom taught me.”

Leo snorted. “I don't want to know.”

They both turned back to the pitch to watch as the tryouts began.

O'Knutzy Household, May 2024

“Rouge?” Logan’s voice called out. “I'm home, mon coeur.”

“In the dining room!” Finn replied.

There were footsteps and then two arms came to wrap around his shoulders from behind, a chin resting on his head. “Salut.”

“Hi, baby,” Finn tilted his head and brought a hand up to cup Logan's jaw and give him a kiss. “Good practice?”

“Ouais, it was fine. Le still not home?”

Finn shook his head. “No, he's still proctoring the Advanced Potions exam until six. I just got home from my office, I was grading all day.”

Logan hummed. “Your head okay?”

“My brain feels like it's going to melt, but not too bad.”

Logan made a noise of dissent and scratched a hand through Finn's scalp. “C'est bien?”

Finn nodded, leaning into the touch. “Thanks, love.” He shook the photo. “Hey, look what I found.”

Logan peered down over his shoulder, one arm bracketing Finn's upper body as his hand came to rest on the dining room table. “Is that-?”

Finn kissed his cheek. “Your try-outs and signing day. I found this box in the closet.” He rubbed his thumb over their faces. “Look how young we were.”

Logan smiled into Finn's hair. “That sign was so stupid.”

“Nuh uh,” Finn protested. “You loved it.”

“Ouais, I did.” Logan sat down beside him, taking Finn's face in his hands. Finn leaned forward almost unintentionally, hooked on the way Logan held him. “You're still so beautiful. More than you were then.”

“Hey, I thought you loved eighteen year-old me.”

“Oui.” Logan swiped his thumb under Finn’s eye. “But now you're not so- scranny?”

“Scrawny, love.”

“Ouais, that's the one,” Logan said. He kissed Finn's temple softly. “You're not so scrawny anymore. And you get more beautiful every day.”

“Says the muscle man,” Finn said. He leaned forward and bit Logan’s shoulder. “What are Leo and I supposed to do, huh, with you walking around looking like you do?” He shucked up Logan’s shirt to get a hand on his abs. “This is for our eyes only.”

Logan smiled. “Ouais, all yours.” He looked back down at the photo. “Soleil was so tall, even then.”

“He's taller now, I swear. Sexy, tall sunshine baby.”

Logan laughed. “You're so weird.”

“You married this weirdness, love,” Finn said, waggling his ring finger. “No take backs.”

“Non, no take-backs.” He got a closer look at the photo. “How long ago was this? Almost ten years, non?”

“Nine. Year we graduated, baby, 2015.”

“Wow,” Logan said. “It does not feel that long ago.”

Finn grinned. “You know, that means we've been together almost ten years. This October.”

Logan's eyes crinkled around his smile. “You're right.” He sighed, resting his head against Finn's. “I remember that day.”

“Don't think any of us could forget it.”

Hogwarts Potions Classroom, 2014

Logan was just slightly embarrassed that he needed tutoring in Potions from someone the year below him. He just couldn't seem to make it click, and if he wanted to have any sort of backup plan to professional Quidditch he really needed to do well on his N.E.W.T.S. Potions, it seemed, was the one thing his brain just couldn't quite comprehend, not even some of the more basic brews, and he found himself grasping at straws every class. 

Sirius wasn't much better, really, but he at least had his boyfriend, Remus, to help him through the hard ones (although Remus refused to partner with him in class, citing him as a ‘danger prone to explosives’ and only brewed with Lily). And James and Luke had both really helped him last year, but James had dropped Potions (“like bloody fuck am I following in my dad's footsteps now that he's got Regulus as his apprentice, thank Merlin”), and Luke had graduated. Finn was good at Potions, but not good enough to tutor, and was already busy tutoring kids in Transfiguration. Besides, Logan could barely handle seeing Finn every other free hour of the day without kissing him; extra tutoring might just push him over the edge. Thus, Logan had been left floundering and barely passing. 

When Professor Dumais had suggested that Leo tutor him, Logan had been slightly embarrassed about the whole ordeal. Leo was nice, he liked Leo; he was friends with Sirius’ brother, Regulus, and had always been gentle and sweet and patient. He got along with Finn really well, too, and the three of them would study together, or he and Leo would talk about Quidditch plays while Finn pretended to know what was going on. Normally, Logan could handle that sort of friendly conversation, even if he tended to be shy. But he still spent his Potion sessions with Leo fumbling, red-faced, and a bit nervous.

Although, he guessed that only partially had to to with the embarrassment at having to be tutored. 

“Logan,” Leo sighed exasperatedly. “Counterclockwise, mate.”

“Oh,” Logan said, looking at where his hand was definitely stirring clockwise. “Merde.”

Leo sighed again. “Iawn, let's go over that again. We'll have to dump this out.”

Logan huffed, frustrated. “Désolé, Leo.”

“It's okay. Let's just try it again.”

They remixed the Felix Felices, Logan adding the ingredients under Leo's watchful eye. When it came time to stir again, Logan did stir counter clockwise, but it still wasn't quite right.

“Slower,” Leo said. He watched Logan for a couple more seconds. “Slower. And don't flick your wrist so much, that'll disrupt it.”

“Quoi? I don't understand.”

“Here,” Leo said. He came up beside Logan and took his hand to guide him. “See? Now the ingredients can mix slowly and evenly, like with Muggle baking, yeah?” 

Logan nodded, but he didn't understand. He couldn't even if he tried- he was too distracted. Leo's skin was warm against his own, his shoulder solid through his robes. His voice was so soothing in Logan's ear, chattering and intelligent and so patient, always so patient with him. Logan turned just barely and caught a glimpse of Leo's crystal blue eyes. The metal stirring stick in his hands suddenly felt too hot.

He jerked back, letting go and watching as the stick clattered against the side of the cauldron. A bit of potion spilled out and onto the floor, both of them jumping out of the way just in time.

Leo whirled on him, a slightly frustrated look on his face. “Logan- what? What is going on with you today?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

Leo shook his head. “I don't have to do this you know? Professor Dumais asked Regulus first, but he couldn't, so I offered, because I care about you and I want you to do well!”

“I know,” Logan said timidly. His chest was heaving.

“Then what is going on?” Leo was almost shouting now, and he took a step forward to look at Logan more squarely. “You spend every time, like- like, jumpy and nervous and I don't get it! Is it because…” His voice turned soft, his face suddenly pale. “Is it because I'm…?”

Logan's lips parted, a light breath escaping him. Leo didn't hide the fact he was gay. He'd dated a boy a little while back, Jack, a Slytherin. They'd broken up before the summer. Logan didn't know anything other than what Sirius knew through Regulus. I don't know, mate, Regulus just said he'd been ‘dealt with’. Not too sure I want to know what my little brother did, if I'm honest. But he wasn't too nice to Leo I'm assuming.

“No, Le,” Logan whispered. He had to look up to look Leo in the eye. “It's not cause you're gay.”

“Then what?”

Logan took a shaky breath. “It's because you're- it's because I'm-” Leo's eyebrows raised expectantly. Logan's heart was racing. “It's because you make me feel…”

“I make you feel what, Lo?”

Logan closed his eyes briefly at the way Leo's soft voice said his name. He leaned closer, taking in Leo’s eyes and full, wet lips. “It's because you make me feel-”

The door banged open. “Knock knock!” Finn strode through with his usual lively gate. “How is the potion- oh.” 

Logan and Leo had jerked apart, Leo backing into the table behind him with a white-knuckle grip on the edge. His face was bright red and he was staring hard at the floor, biting his lip. Logan was stood stock-still, eyes flitting nervously between the other two boys. He knew what they had just done- or, almost had just done- was written all over their faces.

“Oh,” Finn said again. He looked shocked and a bit dejected. “I'm so sorry, I'll-” He turned towards the door. “I'll just be going-”

“No!” Leo outbursted. He looked surprised by his own words. “I mean, no, don't go. It- it's okay.”

Finn looked skeptically between them. “But you- you two were…”

“No,” Leo said, then shook his head quickly. “I mean, we didn't- we hadn't-” He let out a frustrated noise, grasping at his own hair. He looked to Logan. “Ffyc,” he said. He looked back to Finn, eyes pleading. “Oh, fucking hell.”

Then he strode across the room, took Finn's surprised face in his hands, and kissed him right on the mouth.

Logan watched as Finn stumbled back a moment, eyes wide. But Leo kept kissing him, a little desperately, and Finn made a soft noise and relaxed into it. One arm wrapped tightly around Leo's waist, the other reached up to grasp at Leo's hair with his fingers. Finn met Leo's urgency for a moment before they both gentled, kissing one another in long draws. Logan could barely breathe.

Eventually, they pulled away. Finn looked a bit shell-shocked, wide brown eyes staring at Leo for a moment before turning to Logan. He swallowed. “I…”

Leo smiled softly and leaned into to give him a barely-there kiss, Finn chasing his mouth for one more. Then, Leo released him and walked over to Logan, back to his shyer self. “Can I kiss you too?”

Logan nodded, not really trusting his words. Leo cupped his jaw in his large hands, leaning down. Logan gripped one of his wrists softly and stood on his tiptoes to meet him.

Their mouths met gently, so gently that Logan almost couldn't feel it. Leo's lips were soft and warm, and Logan heard himself make a noise before kissing Leo a bit harder. Leo kissed him back so purposefully that Logan had to reach out a hand to steady himself on Leo's body. He fell forward into Leo's chest as Leo traced his mouth with his tongue, Logan letting him in eagerly. Leo smiled into their kiss, working Logan's mouth gently with his own, and Logan felt like he was about to buzz out of his skin. He kissed Leo with a bit more pressure, eager to feel every part of him, when Leo abruptly broke away. Logan let out an involuntary whine as Leo kissed down his neck a few times. He gripped Leo's curls. 

“I think someone else wants your attention,” Leo whispered hotly into Logan's ear.

Logan panted, barely having the strength to hold himself up as Leo pulled away. Leo winked at him- which should have been illegal, merde- before jerking his head to gesture beside him.

Logan turned to find Finn had crossed over to stand next to them, hip resting against one of the work benches. His arms were crossed, one of his hands reaching up to touch his thumb to his lip. He looked them both up and down once before making eye contact with Logan. He smiled, then walked over to press his hands to Logan's hips. Logan felt his breath catch. “Finn…”

Finn took that as his cue and bent his head to kiss Logan hard. Logan threaded a hand through those soft red waves and leant back onto the work bench behind him, whimpering when Finn scraped his teeth over Logan's bottom lip. God, both of them kissed so well it made Logan dizzy.

After a few moments, Logan felt a hot mouth on his neck and Leo's breath in his ear. He let out another sound and grasped for something with his free hand, Leo lacing their fingers together. His other hand covered Finn's on Logan's waist, providing leverage to suck on the skin just below Logan's jaw.

Finn smiled into a last kiss, then he, too, began to press his lips to Logan's jaw and neck. Logan lolled his head back, leaning into both of them. 

Suddenly, he felt Leo giggle against his skin and pull away. He opened his eyes to find Leo looking at the two of them, hand pressed to his flushed cheek and smiling widely. Finn pulled away, too, taking one look at Leo and joining him in his laughter, his freckles scrunching up around his cheeks and nose. Logan grinned a bit stupidly, flushed with sheepishness.

“What the fuck?” Finn laughed. He took Leo's face in his hands. “Leo, what the fuck?”

“I don't know,” Leo giggled. It sounded like sunshine. “I don't know, I'm being so honest.”

That set them all off again, and soon Logan's sides hurt from his belly shaking. Finn's laugh was loud and barking, and he slumped against Leo's body. Logan liked how they looked together.

“Holy shit. Holy shit, Le,” Finn said. He looked up. “Where did that come from?”

Leo shrugged, amused. “Was tired of waiting, I guess.” He snorted. “Plus, it seemed like the easiest way to explain the situation without having you running.”

Finn raised an eyebrow. “And how did you know I wouldn't run if you kissed me?”

Leo's looked him up and down, smiling when Finn's ears turned red. “Just a feeling.” He reached a hand out to Logan and pulled him towards them. “You okay, Lo?”

Logan sank into the hand on his waist. “Ouais,” he said. He stood on his toes to kiss Leo's cheek and smiled at the both of them. “I think I'd like to take you on a date.”

Their answering smiles were blinding.

O'Knutzy Household, May 2024

Finn pressed a kiss to Logan's temple. “Le was so brave that day.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “He's so brave all the time.”

“Mm.” The sound of their door opening reverberated around the room. “Speak of the devil.” He turned his head. “Le! In here!”

Leo's blonde head peeked around the doorway. He smiled. “Hi.” He came and gave each of them a kiss. “How are we?”

“Good,” Logan said against his mouth. “Fish found some photos.”

Leo's eyes were twinkly. He sat down on Finn's other side. “Oh yeah? Let's see, then.”

Finn leaned over to show him. “Lo's try-outs and signing day.”

Leo smiled. “Oh, I remember that.” He caught Logan's eye. “We were so proud of you.”

Logan blushed and looked up at him through his thick eyelashes. “Merci.” He reached around to drape Finn's arm over his shoulders. “We were talking. It's been almost ten years since we got together.”

Leo laughed. “Oh, God.”

Finn scoffed. “What's that tone for?”

Leo waved him off. “Nothing, I just- the memory makes me laugh, is all.”

“Why?”

“I don't know, it just…” Leo rolled his eyes at himself. “I was kind of silly.”

Logan looked amused. “Non, you weren't silly.” He took Leo's hand and kissed it. “You were very brave.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed. He nuzzled Leo's cheek. “You brave little youngster, you.”

“Ugh, don't remind me.” Leo wiped his hand over his face. “I felt so stupid, being a pining sixteen year-old.”

“Not stupid,” Finn retorted. “And besides, we were the silly-stupid ones.” He bit at Leo's jaw. “We were so whiny that year we spent apart waiting for you to graduate.”

Leo looked amused. “You were?”

“Oui,” Logan said, standing up. He scooted Leo's chair back and flopped down into his lap. He tucked his face into Leo's neck. “We would just count down the minutes until our next mirror call.”

Leo stroked up at down Logan's back. “You're sweet.”

“No, you are,” Finn said with a kiss to Leo's cheek. “We were more excited for you to graduate than you were.”

Hogwarts Grounds, May 2016

Leo checked his watch, magically protected against the wards of Hogwarts, and bit his lip. Ten minutes until the ceremony. He could do this, he could totally do this. He'd already taken his exams, he had already done well- all that there was left to do was to walk across that stage and shake his professors’ hands. 

“You look like you're about to faint.”

Leo turned to look at Regulus, who had an eyebrow raised cooly, Cole beside him. “Huh?”

“I said, you look like you're about to faint.”

“Real helpful of you, cheers.”

“You'll be fine, Leo,” Cole said. He shrugged. “Besides, all you gotta do is walk across the stage.”

“But what if my parents don't arrive okay? Or what if I trip? Oh God, there are Ministry people here, if they see me trip, I'll never get a job-”

“Fucking hell,” Regulus said. He took Leo's shoulders in his hands and looked him squarely in the eye. “Leo, you're the third best in our class.”

“Yeah, behind you. And Layla.”

Regulus shrugged. “Can't beat perfection.” When Leo glared at him, he sighed. “Seriously, Le, you've done really well. Anybody will be happy to take you. And I'm sure your parents got here fine, I asked mum and dad to help them. Monty and Effie are angels, they definitely took good care of them.” He shook Leo gently. “And most importantly, those boyfriends of yours that you can't stop waxing poetic about will be here. If you do fall, Finn will go help you up, and if anybody says anything bad about you Logan will glare at them so hard they'll turn to ash, okay? Fucking guard dog, that one.”

Leo smiled dreamily. “Yeah.”

Regulus flinched and curled his lip. “Oh, God. Bleh. You three are disgusting.”

“I think they're cute,” Cole piped up. 

“Yes, yes, very,” Regulus said drily. He threw an arm around each of their shoulders, all three clad in their nice robes and school ties hanging off their necks. “Let's go hand over the last bit of youthful freedom the world has provided for our aching hearts and harrowed souls.”

“Oh, Christ, not yet,” Cole groaned. “You read way to many philosophical Muggle books.”

“They're the most intellectual of company.”

Leo laughed. “Quit talking like a posho, you Victorian wannabe. Let's go graduate.”

The actual ceremony space wasn't all that extravagant. There was a raised platform with chairs for the graduates on one side, professors on the other, and a lecturn for the speeches. Leo,  Layla, and Regulus, top three in their class, and Cole, Head Boy, Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, winner of the House Cup (much to Leo's chagrin), and future Harpies Beater, were sat all together in the first row. Leo immediately spotted his parents, sat with Effie and Monty. Beside them were Sirius, Remus, Lily, and James, all in attendance to support Regulus. James and Sirius each let out a whoop, which made Regulus’ mouth quirk (though he'd never admit it). Leo smiled, heart beating faster as his eyes moved down the row, looking for-

There. Right at the end of the row of chairs sat Finn and Logan, all fancy-looking in their nice slacks and button down shirts. Ever since Leo's parents had taken them charity shopping, they preferred to wear Muggle clothes instead of wizard robes. Logan pursed his lips and blew Leo a kiss, which surprised a laugh out of him, and Finn sent him a signature wink and a wiggle of his fingers. Leo blushed, wiggled his fingers back, and turned to pay attention to Headmistress McConagall’s opening words. 

There were a few general speeches after that. Regulus, as first in their class, gave one (Leo swore he saw Sirius and the Potters crying), as well as Layla, who was one of the most intelligent people Leo had ever met and Cole’s crush since fourth year (no matter how much he insisted it wasn’t like that). They stood to sing the school song, then each walked across the stage to receive their diplomas and transcripts. Regulus went first, garnering huge cheers from his brother and their friends and family, to which he rolled his eyes, but smiled. Layla went next, also to lots of clapping and cheers (one of the loudest of which from Lily, who she was going to work with at St. Mungo’s), and then Leo went. He shook the Headmistress’ hand, then a few other professors’. The last one he came to was Professor Dumais.

“Congratulations, Leo,” he said in his heavy French accent and with his signature smile. “You’ve done really well. One of the best students I’ve had the pleasure of teaching.”

Leo blushed. “Really?”

Professor Dumais nodded. “Really.” He brought Leo closer to whisper into his ear. “I’m going to be leaving this place in a few years, to spend some more time with Celeste and the kids. The position is yours if you want it, oui? I'll put in a good word.”

Leo pulled back, shocked. “But, sir, I've got to do an apprenticeship, and-”

Professor Dumais winked. “I think you'll find that all sorted. I wrote a recommendation on your behalf.” He winked. “Ms. Meadowes is excited to work with you.”

Leo gulped. Dorcas Meadowes was one of the most renowned Potions Masters in the field. She was young, only a few years older than Leo, incredibly intelligent, and very selective with who she hired. Leo used to dream of working with her.

“Thank you,” he gasped out. “Thank you, sir.”

Professor Dumais patted him on the back and sent him on his way.

After that, there was a farewell speech by the Headmistress, then a congratulations. When they were officially announced as graduates, there was a big yell and a standing ovation. Leo brought Cole and Regulus into an excited hug. He and Cole were both shouting. Regulus even let out an amused laugh, which was basically as excited as he ever got, and so Leo ruffled his hair. 

Finally, they were let off the stage, and Leo soon found himself in a tight hug from his mother. 

“Oh, my boy,” she said in Welsh. “We are so proud of you!”

Leo squeezed her tightly, turning his face into her blonde curls. His dad patted his back, kissing the side of his head. “Well done, Le. Congratulations.”

Leo leaned into his parents again before letting his mother go. “Mum, have you seen-?”

She cupped his face. “They're  around here somewhere, darling. Last I saw, Finn was taking pictures of Regulus and Sirius with that Muggle camera we got him.”

Leo shook his head fondly. “He's obsessed with that thing.”

“Oh, they're both such loves” she said. She patted his cheek. “Off you go, cariad. I'm going to find Effie, she's got a new roast recipe for me.”

Leo waved his parents off with a smile, using his height to peer over the crowd. He found them before they found him, and he took a moment to gaze smittenly. Finn had one hand clasped in Logan's, the other holding a small digital camera Leo's parents had gotten him for Christmas. He admired Logan's shoulders, visibly strong even through his button down, and the way Finn's red waves turned slightly golden in the sun. Logan saw him first, eyes lighting up, and tugged at Finn's hand. Rouge, Leo saw him say.

Leo bit his lip around his smile. Hi, he mouthed.

Logan let go of Finn's hand and was off, walking quickly through the crowd of people. When he broke through the last person, he broke off into a light jog. He and Leo laughed at each other as Logan threw his arms around Leo's neck, jumping to wrap his legs around his waist. Leo held him tight to his body.

“Hi, honey,” he laughed. “Hi.”

He felt Finn crash into them a moment later, and moved one hand to boost Logan under his thigh and used the other to draw Finn to his side. Finn's smile filled his vision right up until he kissed him, hard and a bit sloppy for being in public.

“Hi, sunshine,” Finn said as he pulled away. “Oh, how we missed you. We missed you, baby. Oh-” He broke himself off by kissing Leo again, grinning hard. 

“Missed you, too, cariad,” Leo sighed, letting Finn tuck his face into his neck. “Missed you so much.”

Logan finally pulled back, gripping Leo's hair. He was grinning so hard his nose was scrunching. Leo couldn't believe how green his eyes were. “Soleil.”

“Hi.” Leo nuzzled their noses, then let Logan kiss him deeply. His tongue traced Leo's bottom lip, and Leo made a soft noise before pulling back. “My parents are here, Lo.”

“I don't care,” Logan said, kissing Leo again. He sighed into Leo's mouth. “Je t'aime.”

“I love you,” Leo said. He boosted Logan up and pressed a hand to the side of Finn's head where he was resting it on Leo's shoulder. “I love you both so much.”

“Love you,” Finn said. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. “It's so nice to say that to you in person.”

Leo tweaked his ear. “What, you don't love mirror dates?”

“Non,” Logan said defiantly. He'd taken up residence in the crook of Leo's neck again. “Take you on a real date.”

Leo shared a fond look with Finn. “Sounds good to me.” His eyes widended excitedly. “Hey, wait until I tell you what Professor Dumais said.”

O'Knutzy Household, May 2024

“We didn't know what was coming for us, huh?” Leo said. He kissed Logan's shoulder. “You with your Quidditch, Finn and I in our apprenticeships.” He sighed. “Who would've thought, you know?”

Finn rested his head on Leo's unoccupied shoulder. “I don't know. I think our past selves would have liked this life of ours.”

Leo turned to look at him. His eyes were blue and soft in the warm dining room light. “Yeah?”

Finn smiled, tracing Leo's jaw with a finger. “Yeah.” He kissed Leo's forehead gently. “I sure know I would. All that was important to younger me was you two.”

Leo snorted, jostling Logan's body on top of him. “That's not true.”

Finn nuzzled his cheek. “No, it's not. But it was the most important thing out of all the important things.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, finally rousing himself from Leo's neck. He looked a bit sleepy. “The most important thing.”

Leo kissed him lightly. “You look tired, cariad. How about I go heat up some leftover curry, okay? Then we snuggle and go to bed.”

Logan nodded. “Mm hm. Sounds good.”

With a last lingering kiss to Logan's lips, Leo shifted so Logan could climb into Finn's lap. Leo then kissed Finn's forehead and went through to the kitchen, humming softly to himself. Finn rubbed Logan's back. 

“Rouge?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can we look at more photos in bed?”

Finn smiled into Logan's neck. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. He took a breath. “I'm glad soleil was so brave that day.”

Finn closed his eyes and breathed in. Logan smelled like himself and Leo. Finn wanted to fall asleep to that scent forever. “Me, too, baby. Me too.”

Masterlist!!

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

Character credits go to @lumosinlove !

Posting Schedule EXPLAINED (as of 28 Feb, 2025)

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

Teacher Finn Pt. I

Teacher Finn Pt. II: Finn and His Fountain Pen

Man Bun Leo Knut TM

Leo's 2-4-1 Weighted Blanket Deal

Leo's Long Distance Surprise

Respecting Ratatouille (with DISCUSSIONS of the FUTURE)

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

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

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

BECs for Dinner Courtesy of FinnLo

FinnLo Finding Out About Jack >:|

Leo's Morning Accent

Concussion Angst + Fluff

Sunshine Being Carried Around

Finn and Healthy Discussion About Nefarious Activities

Icicle Leo Braving the Canadian Winter

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

Black Brothers and Their Mom, Hope Lupin

Finn's Love Language

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

O'Hara Home Videos in the Hamptons

FinnLo at a Harvard Reunion

LT10 is Back On Gryff Ice

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

Leo Learning to Accept Affection

Finn Being the Best HAB

Future Family Skate

Cubs Lazy Morning In

Where Leo Got His Gray

Finn Being a Personal Jungle Gym

Leo Being a Heat-Resistant Master Chef

Wisdom Teeth Removal

Leo's Personal Lolo Guard Dog

Cubs Visit CANADIA

Married Cubs Fluff in Nice

Leo and His Tiger Stripes

Date Night!

Leo's Gaydar

Hogwarts AU

Seeing One Another Cry

Muscle Man Logan Tremblay

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

Discussions of Age Differences

Insomniac Sunshine

Teacher Finn in Love with His Hubbies

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

Leo's All Star Panic Attack

Reaction to Injuries

Engagement Announcement!!!!

Soulmate AU (Pt I ;))

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

Logan Being Jealous of Pets feat. Pet Names

Hogwarts AU Pt. II

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

Leo and His Homies in the Hamptons

Clingy Cubs

Harvard FinnLo Falling Alseep- then Waking Up to Their Sunshine

Protective Leo and Finn

Soulmate AU (Pt. II)

Cubs Go Hiking

Curly Cutie Leo Knut!!!!

Logan Beer Chugging Frat Boy King

Dumo and His Fatherly Advice feat. an Anxious LoganTM

Harvard FinnLo Fight and Reconciliation

Finn + Anxiety Meds

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

Write Me In AU!!!!

Finn Needing a Little Comfort

Leo is a Softball Legend

Some Supportive Hubbies in NOLA

FinnLo Old Scars + Leo Helping Them to Heal

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

Enemies to Lovers AU

Leo Returning Home Post Playoff Loss

Halloween feat. Leo in EYELINER

Leo and Reg Being Fishing Bros

Cubs Having the First Big "Kids ConvoTM"

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

Cubs Headcanons I, II, III, IV

Finn is UNHAPPY the NHL Makes Him Sleep Without His Husbands

College AU feat. Rockstar Leo

Heyyyy just out of curiosity how often do you post? Don’t feel rushed or pressured to answer this!! Love your blog!

Hi there!

I try and post every 3 to 5 days! I have loads of material, but I spread out posting for reasons I dicuss here. I posted twice today because I will be without signal for a few days in the mountains, so I will be MIA and enjoying the wilderness!

Please keep sending me prompts, because I love them!

absolutely LIVE for Leo using southern style pet names like: darlin, sugar, honey etc and finn and Logan absolutely loving it

GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH HER COMPUTEEEEERRRRR!!!! This means I can write faster, which is SUCH a relief. I've already banged out a couple of prompts today, and am so excited every time I get new ones!

Have some FinnLo being jealous of fur babies, and Leo being the sweetest sunshine that ever shone. :)

Credits to @lumosinlove :)))))

It all started with a dog and a cat getting more affection than him.

Well, that wasn’t necessarily true. But Logan liked to pretend it was so he could justify the way he narrowed his eyes at the two animals when they were the subject of Leo's affections.

They were in Nice for a few weeks by themselves before guests were supposed to start arriving for their wedding. It hadn't been difficult to pick the location, and they had more than enough money to pay for their non-professional athlete friends and family members to come, but the process was long and stressful and Logan, quite frankly, had had enough by the time the hockey season had ended. A few weeks with just his soon-to-be husbands sounded just perfect to him- sand, sun, and the beautiful French sea.

And it was perfect- until Leo's affections had been diverted elsewhere.

The nice ladies down at the tailors where they bought their sweaters had over the years grown quite fond of Leo. Logan could relate, obviously- it was hard not to love the epitome of sunshine in human form. Leo brought them coffee and pastries a few times a week from the place they all liked and always bought sweaters and shirts to bring back as gifts for birthdays and holidays, which Eloise absolutely loved. But more than the ladies adoring him, the store's beagle, Antoinette, and calico cat, Xavier, had really, truly fallen in love with him. They always rushed to him, sat in his lap, licked at his hands gently. So when Madame Colette had asked if Leo wanted to pet sit while she and her husband were on vacation for a little while, Leo had of course enthusiastically obliged.

Logan never thought he'd be so jealous of four-legged animals. 

“Hi, darlin’, hi!” Leo cooed as Antoinette rushed to greet him at the door. “Sweet girl, how are you?”

She barked happily and hopped on her toes until Leo knelt down to scratch her ears. She tilted her head into his hand, tail happily wagging and making soft, appreciative noises through her nose. Logan scowled- he was the one that normally received head scratches.

There was a meow from the other side of the kitchen, and Logan almost scoffed. Xavier sauntered around to nudge at Leo's other hand until he scratched his head, too. Logan's fingers gripped tightly around his mug of coffee.

“Hi, sugar, how are you? Were you sleeping? You're so pretty, look at you.”

Antoinette barked again, Xavier meowed, and Logan huffed.

At the noise, Leo looked up and smiled. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He held up a bag. “I've got some nice bread and pastries to go with the eggs this morning.”

Logan just petulantly took a sip of coffee.

Leo’s eyebrows furrowed. “What's wrong?” When he saw Logan's eyes dart to the animals still at his feet, he let out a laugh. “Logan, you can't be jealous of a dog and a cat.”

Logan blushed. “I'm not.”

“You are.” Leo scratched each animal one more time before standing and walking around to the other side of the counter. He pressed against Logan's back, large hands cupping his hips, and began to kiss his neck. “I agreed to marry you, remember?”

Despite himself, Logan smiled and leaned into Leo's mouth. “Ouais.”

“I'm going to be your husband, yeah, baby?”

Logan felt his heart kick like it did every time Leo used a pet name. They sounded so good in his accent: the way the ‘o’ in ‘honey’ had an exaggerated ‘u’ sound; the way Logan saw a NOLA sunset every time Leo said ‘sweetheart’; the drawn out ‘a’ sound in ‘baby’, like how all people from New Orleans said it. Logan wanted more and more of those words from Leo's mouth only.

He turned to cup Leo's jaw and kiss him. “Je t'aime.”

Leo smiled against his lips. “I love you.”

Logan kissed him quietly again, content with Leo's warm hands on his hips and his soft hair slipping through his fingers. They maybe got a little too into it, because there was a protesting meow from close by, and they knocked their noses together as they pulled apart.

“Sorry,” Leo whispered, kissing Logan's nose and mouth quickly. They both turned to find Xavier examining them expectantly. Leo smiled. “Don't you worry, darlin’, I didn't forget about you. I bought you your food.” He picked Xavier and the shopping bag up and walked towards the living room where the food bowls were, Antoinette following close at his heels. “C'mere, sweethearts, let's get you some breakfast.”

Logan scowled again as his eyes followed Antoinette’s wagging tail and clacking feet. Another warm presence came up behind him and a kiss was pressed to his shoulder. “What are you so grumpy for?”

Logan turned to face Finn. Their noses were brushing. “Leo loves the cat and dog more than us.”

Finn just stared at him for a second before breaking out into a grin. “No he doesn't.”

“This week he does.”

“No he doesn't,” Finn repeated. He wrapped his arms more firmly around Logan's waist. “He just loves animals. Like our own Disney princess, Snow White or Cinderella or something. Rapunzel, maybe, they've both got good hair.”

Logan leaned back against Finn's chest. “He calls them ‘darling’ and ‘sugar’.”

Finn's eyes were confused. “So? He calls us all sorts of things.” His eyes went soft. “I love the way he says ‘baby’ and ‘sweetheart’. And ‘honey’. A tall glass of Southern lovin’.”

Logan elbowed Finn lightly. “He calls them those names, too.”

Finn blinked. “Huh.” He looked to the archway that led to the living room. They could hear Leo talking softly to Xavier, trying to get him to eat. “Well, that's- I mean…”

“It's not fair.”

“Well, I wouldn't go that far, but-”

They were interrupted by Leo walking back through to the kitchen. Somehow, Antoinette had ended up in his arms. She looked content, head on his shoulder and eyes closed, like a sleeping baby. Logan could feel Finn freeze behind him. 

When Leo saw them both, he smiled. “Hi.” He patted Antoinette's back. “We're gonna sit in the sun for a few minutes, then I'll get started on breakfast.” He leaned across the counter to kiss them each briefly, then sat in the breakfast nook that always caught the morning sun. It lit his hair up in gold and reflected in his bright blue eyes as he settled Antoinette in his lap. She looked up at him with wide eyes, tail wagging as he kissed her forehead. “There you go, darlin’. Lay down, sweetheart, we'll rest for a few minutes.”

Finn let out a breath in Logan's ear as Leo continued to coo at the dog. “You're right,” he whispered. “That's so not fair.”

Logan nodded and kissed his cheek, and they watched as Leo stroked Antoinette’s back gently and closed his eyes against the sun. 

***

The week continued as such. They awoke, and the dog was scratching at the door to be let in and snuggle into Leo's chest, the cat not far behind. Logan narrowed his eyes as his coveted pillow spot was taken. They didn't know enough to appreciate the firmness of Leo’s chest underneath their bodies. 

Finn had taken to running with Antoinette in the mornings, which made them both tired and happy- Leo and Logan had found them both asleep on their backs and starfished on the bed on multiple occasions in the hot summer afternoons. And, despite stealing their fiancé, both Finn and Logan had to admit that Antoinette was cute, Xavier, too. The cat especially liked when Logan sat at the counter with him to watch Leo cook, scratching behind his ears. It was worth it for the fond smiles Leo sent them both.

The pet names, however, were still an issue. 

“Hi, sugar, hi,” Leo said to a jumpy Antoinette. “I know, baby, I know, I'll get your leash.” 

Finn and Logan, who were cuddling on the couch, peeked around the archway to watch as Leo got Antoinette's bright blue leash and clipped it to her collar. 

“I'm taking the dog out!” Leo called as he opened the door. He blew them a kiss with a smile. “Be back in a bit.”

When the door clicked shut, Finn let out a groan and flopped his head onto Finn's chest. “Fuck,” he said. “Fuck, she's stealing our fiancé from us. They both are.”

Logan kissed his head. “He calls them more pet names than us.”

“I know.” Finn let out another groan into Logan's sweatshirt. “And the worst part is, I can't even be mad because he's so gorgeous and sexy, and the names he does call us sound so gorgeous and sexy, and every time he says them my body just melts. Ugh.”

Logan smiled into Finn's hair. “Oui, he's so gorgeous and sexy.”

“Right?” Finn shifted to turn onto his back, drawing Logan's hands to rest on his stomach and playing with his fingers. “Do you think, if we asked, he'd call us those things, too?”

Logan considered this for a moment. “Ouais, I think so. But I think it'd be- mais, allez, not weird, but…”

Finn nodded. “We've been together for so long that it'd be odd to add new names to call each other.”

“Yeah,” Logan sighed. “Are we being crazy?”

Finn hummed. “A little bit, I think, yeah.” 

“I just,” Logan started, then sighed. “Je ne sais pas, I'm not… jealous. I just really like the way he says things.”

“Yeah.” Finn twiddled Logan’s fingers. “We're really lucky. He's so good.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. He pressed his nose into Finn's hair and closed his eyes. “You're so good.”

Finn laughed. “And you're sweet.” 

There was a meow from beside them and they both looked to find Xavier looking up at them with demanding eyes.

Finn scoffed. “Oh, don't even get me started on you.” After another meow, Finn rolled his eyes and sat up a bit, reaching for the cat. “All right, all right, c'mere.” He rubbed a hand down Xavier's soft back as he settled down on Finn's stomach. Finn sighed. “Maybe they aren't so bad, after all.”

“Non, they aren't,” Logan agreed, reaching around to caress Xavier's ears. “They're not so bad.”

When Leo came in and found them both snuggling the cat, Antoinette quick to hop on the couch with them, he smiled so wide that it heated Logan from his head to his toes.

***

Logan awoke the next morning to find the bed empty and delicious smells wafting in from the kitchen. Logan could hear soft music, too, as he went to the bathroom. He stretched as he brushed his teeth. Finn was probably out for a run, he supposed, but he'd still go to the gym with Logan and Leo in the afternoon. 

Logan splashed cool water on his face before going back to the bedroom and reaching for one of Leo's sweatshirts. The house was cold with the air conditioning unit his mother had had installed a few years ago. He yawned as he entered the kitchen to find Leo in boxers and a T-shirt. His back was lean through the fabric, and Logan pressed against him to kiss along his shoulder. 

“Morning, sweetheart.”

Logan hummed. “Bon matin. What are you making?”

Leo reached behind to pat his butt lovingly. “Those baked eggs you both like. Just put them in the oven.”

“Merci.” He nudged Leo's hips until he turned around, smiling softly. Logan leaned up to kiss him. “You left me in bed.”

Leo stroked a hand down his cheek with an amused expression. “I'm sorry, honey.” He pressed a lingering kiss to Logan's forehead. “Better?”

Logan nodded and smiled. He wrapped his arms around Leo's neck and fell against him slightly. “Ouais, merci.”

They smiled at each other for a moment before something caught Leo's eye over Logan's shoulder. His eyes brightened. “Oh, hi, sweetheart.”

Logan turned in Leo's arms to find that Xavier had climbed up onto the counter. He felt the coldness on his hips acutely when Leo let go of him to reach around and pick up the cat, who immediately curled into Leo's chest. Logan glared at him.

“Hi, darlin’,” Leo said soothingly. He scratched under Xavier’s chin to make him purr. “Hi, baby, you're so precious.” When he looked up and saw Logan's expression he let out a sigh. He set Xavier down and nudged him towards the living room, then stood and cupped Logan's face. “Okay, what's wrong?”

Logan felt his face heat. He darted his eyes around the room. “Nothing.”

But Leo was already shaking his head. “No. No, something is wrong. You and Finn have been all weird this week.” He ran a hand through Logan's hair. “Tell me, Lo. Please?”

Logan let out a breath through his nose. He forced himself to look into Leo's concerned eyes. “D'accord. It's just… you…”

Leo's eyes were questioning. “I…?”

Logan rolled his eyes at himself. “You call them names.”

“Who?” Leo looked thoroughly confused. 

“Antoinette. And Xavier.”

Leo's confused expression turned into an amused smile. “Are you actually jealous of a cat and a dog?”

Logan bit his lip. “Non, you just call them things. Nice things. Things you don't call us.”

Leo stepped closer into his space. “But I call you nice things, too.” A kiss to his forehead. “Like honey.” A kiss to his cheek. “And sweetheart.” A smile pressed to his mouth. “And baby.” At Logan's shiver, Leo nudged their noses together. “Yeah, you like that one.”

Logan couldn't take it anymore. He captured Leo's lips with his own, allowing himself to be kissed deeply for a moment. Leo’s thumbs were soft on his cheeks, and he smelled like home, and was so warm against Logan's body. Logan got a little lost in the moment, and was surprised when Leo pulled back to look at him. 

“Seriously,” Leo said. “I can stop calling them names, if you want. Whatever makes you happy, Lo.”

But Logan shook his head. “Non, non, it's not that.” He carded his hand through Leo's curls. “Finn and I- we like the names you call them.”

Leo's smile was amused. “You want me to call you ‘darlin’ and ‘sugar'?”

Logan suddenly felt embarrassed. “Ugh,” he groaned, smushing his face into Leo's chest. “Désolé, soleil. I'm sorry.”

“No, Lo, don't be sorry,” Leo laughed, running a hand up and down Logan's back. “I just thought they were too cheesy when we started dating.”

Logan pulled back to look at him. “What?”

Leo shrugged. “I thought they were too stereotypically southern, I guess, I don't know.” He leaned in mischievously. “And you don't exactly call someone ‘sugar’ in bed. Sweetheart, on the other hand…”

Logan kissed his smile. “Non, ‘sugar’ doesn't sound so good in bed. But out of bed…?”

Leo's eyes were sparkling. “Why would we ever leave bed?”

Logan scoffed. “I'd prefer we didn't. Why are we in the kitchen? We're all alone.”

Leo tucked his face down into Logan's neck with a light laugh. “I'll call you and Fish whatever you both want, okay, baby?” He paused. “Darlin’.”

Logan just hummed happily, squeezing Leo's back harder. They held each other, swaying for a moment to Leo's playlist. Logan almost fell asleep, but then the song changed, and the familiar guitar plucking and soothing voice of John Denver reverberated around the room.

“Hey,” Logan whispered, pressing a kiss to Leo's cheek as he pulled back. “This is our wedding song.”

Leo's smile was soft. “It is.” He reached for Logan’s right hand, running his palm down the length of his arm to lace their fingers together. He settled his hand more firmly into the dip of Logan's lower back. “You wanna practice, sweetheart?”

Logan squeezed his hand. “Ouais.”

It started out practiced, swaying and stepping in time in the kitchen. Leo's hand was good in guiding Logan around. He only let go for a brief moment to put the song on repeat. Eventually, they stopped trying to dance so formally and Logan drew Leo closer to press their foreheads and chests together. This soon, too, grew too spacious, and Logan ended up with his head resting on Leo's collarbone, Leo's nose in his hair.

Logan didn't know how long they spent there, dancing in the soft light coming through the window, but it was long enough for the doorknob to turn and for Finn and Antoinette to come tumbling through and into the entryway. Logan watched as Leo's eyes lit up with fond excitement at the sound of Finn's fumbling. He didn't turn, just snuggled into Leo's chest again.

“There you go, girl, go get some water!” A breath. “Well, what have we here?”

Logan felt Leo press a hand to the back of his hair. “We're practicing for the wedding, sugar.”

Logan felt hand grip his hips by Leo's and a hard kiss was pressed into his neck. “Looks like someone had a talk with our sunshine.”

Logan blindly turned his head for a real kiss. Finn's skin was slightly cool. “Ouais, we did.” He turned back into Leo's chest. “But he won't call us ‘sugar’ in bed.”

“Yeah, that's not attractive,” Finn laughed. His warmth left Logan's back and then his face appeared over Leo's shoulder. He kissed Leo's cheek and cupped Leo's hips. “Can I join?”

Leo tilted their temples together. “Are you sweaty?”

“The dog and I took a little dip before coming back.”

Leo turned to face him with a raised eyebrow. “Does that mean Antoinette is dripping puddles on the carpet?”

Finn winced. “Maybe a little. It's just water!”

Leo sighed and closed his eyes. “What are we gonna do with you, baby?”

“You can keep calling me ‘baby’, that's for sure.”

Leo just hummed and leaned into Finn's head, which was now resting on his shoulder. Finn smiled briefly at Logan before closing his eyes, too. He rubbed one hand over Logan's ribs. “We’re getting married!” Finn whisper-yelled.

Logan and Leo each chuckled, Leo turning his face to kiss by Finn's ear. “Yeah, sweetheart.”

“Yay, yay, yay!”

“Rouge,” Logan said, reaching up to trace under Finn's eyes. 

“Yeah?”

“Sh, mon amour, we're dancing.”

“Right,” Finn said softly. “Right, sorry.” He instantly relaxed under their hands, closing his eyes and resting against Leo again. “I love you.”

“We love you, honey,” Leo replied. He kissed Finn's cheek one more time. “Let's dance.”

Logan smiled against the fabric of Leo’s T-shirt, sun-warmed from the light streaming in through the windows. He decided that he didn't care if nobody made it to their wedding, if it was raining, or even if there was a thunderstorm- none of that would stop him from dancing with his husbands. He couldn't wait to feel the coolness of their wedding rings, the soft fabric of their suites, their skin, warm on excitement and adrenaline. Logan had been given the greatest gift he hadn't even thought to look for, and nothing would ever compare to the love he felt every time he touched Finn and Leo’s bodies, or heard their voices, or saw them smile. 

And so, content and swaying to the acoustic guitar of Annie’s Song, Logan settled into the warmth of them and closed his eyes. 

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

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

Please keep sending in prompts! <3

All credits to @lumosinlove :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you need help?” Logan asked.

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

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

***

“Shit.”

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

“Le,” Logan said. “Ça va?”

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

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

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

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

“Le,” Finn said. “Are you sure-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm.”

“You wanna talk, baby?”

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

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

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

Leo mumbled something, but it was unintelligible. 

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

Leo sighed. “I'm embarrassed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo looked mildly horrified. “Uh-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I heard that!”

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

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

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

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

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We can help,” Logan said.

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

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

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

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

Leo had almost melted right through the ground.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked pleased. “Help yourselves, honeys.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bonne nuit, Eloise,” Logan said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Non,” Logan said.

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

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

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

“Ouais, but I said it first.”

“Because you jumped the gun, Logan.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo sat up straighter. “Date someone else?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Something happened.”

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

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

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

Leo rolled his eyes. “I’m not sad.”

“Then what are you?” Finn asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finn let out a frustrated huff. “Fucker.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leo laughed. “He wasn’t that bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘Sup, Le,” Enrique answered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You, too!”

“Good luck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guys, we were thirteen-”

“Leo.”

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

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

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