Hii!! If you'd wanna write something about Leo being a bit younger than Finn and Logan that would be lovely! Maybe him being slightly insecure about it and FinnLo reassuring him, or maybe he misses his mama and needs some extra hugs, or perhaps Finn and Logan have to teach him something about adulthood, like paying bills or smth. Whatever you feel like really! No pressure though 🥰
Have a lovely day!!
Personally, I feel like Leo was pretty ready for a lot of adult stuff, like paying rent and cooking for himself and taxes. I headcanon Wyatt as working as an accountant or in finance and actually LOVING IT, he's a total math and numbers nerd (if you were wondering, Eloise works at a nonprofit and volunteers at a women's shelter and you can fight me on that). So I feel like Mama and Papa Knut prepared Leo really well for the real world. HOWEVER, it's hard on ANYONE to move away from home, especially if you're lucky enough to come from a loving one or are from a place you love to go back to, like Leo.
Hence, have some sweet little nutter butter needing a pick-me-up from his boyfs who couldn't even chop a carrot properly before they met him (it's okay, they've learned, and they help Leo prep and can make a few good recipes)!
All credits to @lumosinlove
P.S. I just got back from a LONG hike, so I am going to curl up with a blanket and bang out some of these prompts staring at me in my inbox. Thank you for being so patient, and please keep sending me your ideas! XOXO
Leo liked hanging out with Regulus’ college friends. They were funny and charming, and didn't seem to have any idea about anything related to hockey, which suited him just fine. They were a bit artsy, kind of like the friends he wished he'd had when he was in high school.
It was another end of year party, after Regulus’ sophomore year, and Leo was talking to Amanda about her French essay.
“It was kind of cool,” she was saying. “Looking at the demographics of different dialects and where they came from. But there's almost nothing out there on Cajun French, at least not that I could find.”
Leo laughed. “I could've been your textbook.”
She smiled. “Should've thought of that.” She shrugged. “But I found enough sources to justify the length of my section on that dialect, so it's all right, I guess.”
He nodded, trying to still listen, but he caught sight of Finn and Logan across the way. Finn had a hand low on Logan's back as he mixed them both drinks, and Logan had turned to talk to him, smiling with his lips against Finn's jaw. Logan had grown his hair out again, the curls less frizzy now that he actually took care of it. Finn was running his long, nimble fingers through the dark locks, and Leo could just imagine the feeling.
“I've never asked,” Amanda said. “You didn't go to college, did you? Not even for a little bit?”
Leo turned to her, brow furrowed. “No, why?”
She nodded her head from side to side. “Just trying to put the pieces together.” She considered her next words. “They were already in the NHL when you met, right?”
“Yeah,” Leo said. “They met at Harvard, then Finn got drafted to the Lions, then Logan, then about- three? No, a two years later, I came along, right out of high school.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “How old were you when you got together?”
Leo suddenly straightened. “Uh, nineteen.” He looked at her shocked face. “What?”
Amanda shook her head rapidly. “Nothing, nothing. It's just- does it bother you?”
Leo was confused. “That they knew each other beforehand? No, I actually like learn-”
“No,” Amanda laughed, then sobered. “No, the fact that they're a bit older than you.”
Leo just looked at her. “Uh, no? I don't think I've ever thought of it as a bad thing.”
“But they were, like, out of college for a few years when you met. You would've just been starting.” She looked at him apprehensively. “And that doesn't- I don't know, it doesn't make you think?”
“About what?”
Amanda seemed a bit lost for words. “About- about whether they're… you know, it.”
Leo was taken aback. “It? Of course they are, I love them.”
She sighed. “I'm not trying to, like, make you insecure or criticize.” She shrugged. “I was in a relationship when I was in middle school, all the way up until halfway through this year. I thought he was ‘it’, too. I guess I'm…”
“You're what?”
She looked him right in the eye. “I'm curious.”
“Curious?”
“About what it's like to know- like, really know- that you've found the loves of your life when you're so young.”
Leo looked at her carefully. “I think- I think for us it works. And for some people it doesn't.” He bit his lip. “It's also different for us. Logan and Finn were always destined for each other, even if they were a disaster at Harvard. But if I wasn't really it, if they didn't love me completely and wholly, they wouldn't have been with anyone else but each other.”
“And that doesn't bother you?”
To Amanda’s obvious surprise, Leo smiled. “No. No, I think it's romantic.”
“Oh.” She looked down. “I'm sorry.”
Leo patted her arm. “Don't be. It- it's okay to have questions.”
He looked up to where Finn and Logan were talking with Regulus, who got approached by someone else. He excused himself, leaving the other two by themselves.
Leo turned back to Amanda, gesturing with his thumb. “I think I'm- I'm gonna just…”
“Yeah,” she said with a small smile.
“I hope you did well on your French essay.”
Her cheeks flushed, pleased. “Thanks, Leo. I'll see you later.”
“See you.”
Leo wandered over to where his boyfriends were, seemingly bickering quietly underneath a string of lights. He came up behind them and rested his hands on Logan's hips. Logan turned up to him with a smile. “Soleil,” he said happily. He turned into Leo's arms and leaned up for a kiss. “Ça va?”
Leo nodded. “Ouais. What are we talking about?”
Finn snorted. “Which M&M flavor is best. I said pretzel.”
“Non, the caramel ones.”
“Those aren't even that good, they're just pure sugar.”
Logan huffed, then tugged Leo's forearm gently. “Allez, Le,” he said. “Which one's better?”
“Personally,” he said, bending his neck down to be closer to them. “I prefer the peanut ones.”
Their answering smiles warmed him from his head to his toes.
***
Later, when they were all cuddled up in bed, cooling down in a late-night afterglow, Amanda's words kept nagging slightly at Leo’s brain.
“Guys,” he said from his place on Logan’s chest. “I have a question.”
Finn, walking over from where he threw the cloths in the laundry hamper, came to flop on his stomach beside them, his chin resting on Leo’s hip bone. “What is it, my peanut M&M?”
Leo snuggled closer into Logan's warm skin. “Does it ever… I don't know, like, bother you that I'm younger?”
Finn looked taken aback. “What? No- I mean-” He suddenly looked defensive “Did someone say something?”
Leo pressed his nose into Logan's chest. “At the party today. Amanda asked if I was sure about you guys, because we met when I was so young.”
Logan shifted underneath him. “Quoi? Sure?”
Leo carded a hand through Finn's hair. “Like, if I was sure you guys are forever for me. If I am sure.”
“You are forever.”
Leo smiled at the grumpy, possessive tone that Logan sometimes got. “That's what I told her. I told her that, if I wasn't, then you two wouldn't have wanted anyone else but each other.”
Finn kissed his palm. “But we do want you.”
“You've made that very clear,” Leo laughed. “And I know that the two of you, or me with just one of you, would never compare to the three of us.” He brought his foot to rest on Finn's lower back. “But I do think about it. The fact that I'm a little younger.”
“Quoi?” Logan asked. “You're more of an adult than we are.”
“Hey.” Finn flicked Logan's leg. “Speak for yourself.”
Logan wrapped Leo up tighter. “You were way more mature at nineteen than I was when I was nineteen.”
Finn nodded solemnly. “That's true. Nutty, you're way ahead of your years.”
“Thanks, I think?” Leo smiled. “But sometimes- I don't know, sometimes I don't feel like that.”
“What do you mean, mon coeur?”
Leo shrugged. “I feel like- I don't know, sometimes I really miss home. New Orleans. Like, it's still home to me, but Gryff is home to me, and you're home to me, so I feel home in all these places. I just can't let go of New Orleans yet, and sometimes…” He pressed into their hands. “I really, really love you, but sometimes I feel like I need a hug from my mama.”
Finn smiled at him, carding a hand through his hair. “That's not because you're younger. That's just because you're so sweet.”
Leo felt sheepish, turning his smile into Logan's chest.
Finn cooed. “Aw, our little sunshine's embarrassed.”
Logan laughed, leaning his head down over Leo to press wet kisses to his forehead and cheeks. “Ouais, mon soleil, you're just the sweetest.”
“Guys,” Leo said, but he felt warm. “Stop that.”
“Non, non, never.” Logan settled further against the pillows, bringing Leo with him and cradling his head with his hand. “Toujours, soleil.”
Finn shifted further up the bed, laying down beside them with a leg thrown over their bodies. “Do you ever feel insecure about it, baby?”
Leo considered this for a second. “I guess… sometimes I wonder what people think. Because you were in your mid-twenties when I was nineteen and we got together.”
Logan groaned. “No we were not.”
“Way to call us old, peanut.”
Leo kissed Logan's chest. “I'm just sayin’- a lot of people would think that's weird. But as we've gotten older, it seems less weird.”
Finn smacked his hip lightly. “Will you quit it with the age thing?”
“I'm sorry, honey. C'mere.” He pulled Finn in for a kiss. “Better?”
Finn nodded satisfactorily. “Very much, yes.”
“Allez, where's mine?”
Logan was looking at them both expectantly. Leo rolled over a bit to hover over him, leaning down to brush their lips together. When they pulled apart, Logan didn't even open his eyes, just turned his face toward Finn, jutting his chin out.
“You needy thing,” Finn said, but complied. Their lips made a soft breaking sound as they pulled apart. “Needy baby boy.”
“Mm, ici.” Logan pulled Leo down to rest on him again and tangled his ankles with Finn's. “Ouais. We sleep like this.”
Finn brushed his hair back from his face. “Needy thing.” He looked to Leo. “Sweet thing.”
Leo snorted. “I thought that was Logan.”
Finn shook his head. “It's both of you. I'm a lucky guy.”
Leo nudged their noses together. “That you are.” He breathed deeply and settled once again on Logan’s chest. The skin was warm, like a heater, lulling his eyes into closing. “I love you.”
“I love you so much.”
“Love you,” Finn sighed. “My sweetest things.” He stroked a hand up and down Leo's ribs. “Your age doesn't matter, baby. You could be two years younger, or two years older, or ten years older, and we'd still love you.”
Leo scrunched his nose. “Ten years older?”
“Mm,” Finn said, biting Leo's jaw. “Sexy silver fox.”
Leo pushed his face away with a laugh. “Ew, no, that's so gross.” When Finn leaned in to suck at his jaw again, licking at the skin, Leo made a protesting noise. “Finn.”
Logan patted Leo's butt. “I love how you are in this life, peanut. Exactly like this.”
That made Finn perk up. “Do you think we're together in every life?”
“Yes,” Leo answered immediately. He tilted his chin up to look between the two of them. “I don't want to love anyone else but the two of you.”
“Non, me neither,” Logan grunted. He wiggled a bit, wrapping his legs around Leo's calves. “Don't like that thought.”
Finn snorted. “You're a grumpy and possessive baby now.” He tucked his face into Logan's neck. “But you're both mine in every lifetime. No take-backs.”
“No,” Leo smiled. He could feel Logan's breathing evening out below his cheek. “No take-backs. Good night, sweethearts.”
“Good night, nutter butter.”
Logan just made a soft sighing noise, but he pulled Leo closer. Leo smiled, taking one last chance to look at how their skin shone in the moonlight, how their lips parted around their breathing, before closing his own eyes. He could get used to this in every lifetime.