I feel like this is a big ask so you do not have to do it if you don’t wanna but maybe a soulmate au?? Like soulmate identifying marks?? Just cause I’m thinking about Harvard finnlo angst where they already know they’re soulmates and choosing to ignore it🥲 and also thinking about leo somehow seeing both of their marks and choosing to hide his anyway idk I just think it would be really angsty and romantic🥹🥹🥹 sorry for rambling hopefully this made some sense THANK YOU❤️❤️
I think this takes the prize as my favorite prompt EVER! This idea just flowed so well to me, and I LOVE this AU! Definitely one of my proudest fics for you all. :)
All credits to @lumosinlove !! <3
Gryffindor, December 2019
Leo brushed his sweaty hair back from his face and placed his goalie mask on the bench. It was getting long, curling down towards the base of his neck. He'd need to cut it again soon.
He considered to himself, as he stripped off his pads, what exactly would happen if he cut it shorter on the sides instead of just trimming it all around. He'd always liked that style on curly hair, shorter on the sides and fluffy and defined at the top, but hadn't allowed himself to do that in years. Now it was so much to manage, especially with the more intense NHL schedule. He ran a hand across the side, imagining how it would feel- then his fingers touched the raised skin behind his ear and the thought vanished completely.
Leo's soul mark had always branded him a bit ‘different’. There were three, like fine-lined tattoos, nestled just behind the shell of his right ear: a sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish, like the outline of a Goldfish cracker. At first, it hadn't been a big deal. He wore it out, like everyone did at a young age, his hair not bothering to hide it. But as he got older, people started to ask questions. And at twelve years old, when he realized he liked boys, he'd decided that enough was enough. He started to grow his hair out, just enough to cover it, and that was that.
Leo scratched his fingers over it and looked around the locker room. Nobody, that he was aware of, had three marks, just the normal two. Some guys wore them out: Pascal, Sirius and Remus, Thomas. Some others kept them covered: Kasey, even though he had a girlfriend, Kuny, Jackson- Finn and Logan.
Leo tried not to let his face flush too much at the thought of the last two. It was bad enough being gay and having a distinct soul mark that would surely ostracize him; he didn't need anyone discovering the little crush he had on his two teammates who were definitely into one another. Leo had seen the looks, the longing- he wasn't about to get in the way. He sighed and turned to grab his towel for his shower.
Boston, MA, February 2015
“Fucking yes, Tremzy!”
Logan whooped as he allowed himself to be pressed into the boards by his teammates, watching as hats rained down on the ice.
“Hatty hatty!” Percy yelled. “Beanpot Finals, here we come, let's go!”
Logan laughed, skating away towards the bench for a shift change. There were only three seconds left on the clock- overtime against Northeastern had barely been avoided.
He felt a smack on his butt from a stick as he climbed the boards. “Way to go, Lolo.”
Logan rolled his eyes and looked at Finn, who was grinning at him mischievously through his mask. It was his assist that had allowed Logan to give them the lead. “Nice pass.”
Finn hopped the boards, too, and gave Logan's helmet a tap with his own. “Fucking magic, we are.”
Yes, Logan thought as he watched the clock wind down. Fucking magic.
He was kept behind for quite a few interviews afterwards, the other boys having long gone to get dinner in the meal hall the stadium was providing them with before getting the bus back to campus. Logan sighed as he stripped his Under Armour and jock strap off, left bare in the empty locker room. He rolled out his neck and looked down at his body. He ran his thumb over the fleur-de-lis tattoo on his left. It was dark against his skin. On his other hip the thin bandage and strong tape he used to cover his soul mark was peeling off.
He looked around carefully- nobody was here. Normally, he showered with it then removed the bandage once he put on his clothes, out of sight from anyone else. But now, with no one to disturb him, he felt an itch to wash the sweaty skin underneath. Carefully, he stripped it off and threw the waste in the trash can, grabbing his towel and some soap and heading to the showers.
The water was warm against his aching muscles. Logan washed himself then tilted his head down, back against the spray. He loved his teammates, the game, the fans, but sometimes he needed a moment to collect himself. English still had him fumbling his words in interviews, and it exhausted him to be surrounded by the noise and fanfare, no matter how well-intentioned it may be. Logan liked his time to himself, with nobody else around him.
Well, maybe nobody else except-
A sharp gasp made him look up, covering himself with his hand. It was Finn. He was staring intently at Logan's right hip. Logan furrowed his brow. “Harz, what-”
Then he realized. The soul mark.
Logan's wide eyes looked up, trying to catch Finn's attention, but he was standing still, more still than Logan had ever seen him. Then suddenly, as if someone lit a match under him, he turned and walked out of the room.
“Merde,” Logan swore, shutting off the water and reaching for his towel. “Fish!”
Logan hurried after him to the locker room. Finn was pacing, chest heaving and mouth covered by his hand. He was quiet, so unlike himself, and Logan was beginning to get worried.
“Finn,” Logan said. “What's wrong?”
Finn still didn't say anything. He stopped in front of Logan with his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes were hard and desperate, and Logan could feel the heat of his skin this close. It made goosebumps trail up his bare chest.
“Finn,” Logan whispered, just to say his name.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Finn plucked at the bottom hem of his own shirt. Logan watched as the skin was revealed, freckles dotting his shoulders, his muscles lean and strong. When Finn finally pulled the fabric over his head, he was looking at Logan expectantly.
“Quoi?” Logan asked. “I don't-” But his breath caught in his throat. There, along the side of Finn's ribs, where his arm was moved to display the skin, were three tattoos in a vertical line: a sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish.
Logan let out a small gasp, staring at the mark for a second. A hand cupped his jaw, one going down to his right hip. He leaned into the touch and watched as Finn moved the towel down with his thumb, revealing the cluster of Logan's identical marks. They were breathing harshly against one another, their chests brushing as Logan lifted his head to meet Finn's eyes. They were open and raw, asking him a question. Logan only nodded slightly, and then Finn was leaning in.
When their lips met, it was grace and relief as Logan had never felt. Finn was soft and gentle at first, but then Logan ran a hand over his ribs, over his mark, and then Finn was gripping his jaw and hip more desperately, a soft noise leaving his mouth as he kissed Logan harder.
Logan reached his other hand up to lace in Finn's hair, soft and thick and the subject of an embarrassing amount of daydreams. Finn took that as an invitation to kiss down Logan's neck, his lips hot and wet. Logan didn't realize he'd closed his eyes until they opened abruptly at the sound of a door opening, him and Finn jerking apart.
“Harz, Tremz!” Will called. “Team meeting during dinner, let's go!”
Finn and Logan were both still panting as they took each other in. Finn stared at Logan's mark for a second, then at his face. “Lo…”
The way Finn said his name was going to make Logan melt. He jerked his head towards the door. “Allez, Will's calling.” He turned towards his stall to find his clothes. “I'll meet you there.”
There was the sound of a frustrated sigh, then footsteps and the door as Finn left. Logan closed his eyes against the tears and pulled on his boxers.
Gryffindor, March 2019
Leo heard the door to his and Finn’s apartment slam. He jerked up from where he'd been reading to find a wet and shivering Finn staring at him with his arms crossed. His running clothes were soaked through and his lips were purple.
“Jesus, Finn,” Leo said, standing up and going to the bathroom. “I thought you were out with Logan.”
Finn shook his head, his teeth chattering. “N-no, he c-c-cancelled.”
Leo rushed towards him with a towel. “It's pouring. You were gone for hours, what happened?”
Finn shrugged, but Leo saw him try and duck away. “N-needed to th-th-think.”
“In the rain?”
Finn just looked at him, shivering. “P-Peanut, I'm cold.”
“Okay, okay,” Leo hushed. “I've got you.” He reached his hands out and grasped at the bottom of Finn's T-shirt. “Is this okay?”
Finn nodded hurriedly, letting the towel drop to the floor as Leo lifted his shirt over his head. Next, he helped Finn out of his shorts and socks and shoes, just left in his thermal undershirt and briefs.
“Okay, last layer, then I'll warm up the shower for you, okay?”
Finn nodded. “‘Kay.”
Leo helped him pull the final layer over his head, the wet and clinging fabric sticking to his face briefly. When he was freed of the clothing, Finn immediately started shivering harder, skin exposed to the air. Leo leaned in to hug him. “I've got you. Geez, Fish.”
“S-Sorry.”
“No, don't be, it's okay.” He leaned back, arms still around Finn's freezing waist. “Shower.”
Finn nodded, leaning down to pick up his towel from the floor. As he was bent over, his arm shifted, and Leo got a peak at some dark marks on his ribs. Leo thought it was a tattoo, but then he looked closer, eyes widening. He couldn't help the gasp he let out.
Finn looked up, alarmed, until he saw Leo looking at the soul marks. A sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish. He smiled a bit sheepishly. “Sorry.”
Leo shook his head quickly, a little dizzy. He hoped Finn didn't notice the flush on his cheeks. “No, I'm sorry.” He hurried away. “I'll go turn on the shower for you, then get you some comfy clothes.”
Finn quietly said his thanks from behind. Leo put his hand over his mouth and tried to fight against the tears.
Harvard University, June 2016
“Lo, c'mere. I've gotta go.”
Logan just continued to stare down angrily at the wooden table. Finn sighed and sat across from him. He looked gorgeous in the early morning light, the golden sun streaking across his brown hair. When he looked up to Finn, his green eyes were sad. “Non. You're not leaving.”
Finn bit the inside of his cheek. “Don't make this harder than it already is.”
“But you're leaving-”
“And so will you, in a year! I graduated, you'll graduate, hopefully be drafted like me. And I-” Finn sucked in a breath. “Lo, I already miss you.”
Logan closed his eyes tightly, fighting against obvious tears. Like he did almost every day, Finn thought about the marks along his ribs, on Logan's hip, and that kiss over a year ago. They didn't talk about it. It was agony, sometimes, and since then they'd kissed a few more times: after a playoff game, when Finn got drafted- one memorable time not three days earlier, watching the sunset on the grass together. They'd laid and kissed on the grass on the hill they liked to drive to until it got dark, until they were interrupted by Alex calling Finn. When he'd ended the call, Logan was already waiting for him in the passenger seat, eyes down and cheeks flushed with embarrassment. They'd driven home in silence.
Finn knew he had to try and push one last time. “Logan. Logan, look at me.” When Logan looked up at him, a tear fell down his cheek. Finn reached across to wipe it with his thumb. “I want you.”
Logan immediately shook his head. “Non, Finn-”
“We're it, Lo, it says so on our skin!” Finn whisper-yelled. He didn't want to wake the rest of the house up. “Why are you denying yourself-”
“There's three.”
Finn stopped, his mouth hanging open. “What?”
“There's three,” Logan said again, more forcefully. He stood up and out of Finn’s reach, pulling down his waistband to reveal the marks. He placed his thumb over each of them individually. “Un, deux, trois.”
Finn shook his head. “That doesn't mean anything, they're the same.”
“Yes it does, Finn.” Logan sat back down and took a shaky breath. “Who do you know that has three? Who? Everyone else has two.”
Finn could feel his eyes getting wet. “No one. Lo-”
“It means there's someone else out there for you.” Logan's face was heartbroken, devastated. “Someone better for you.”
Finn's mouth fell open with a soft, sad cry. “No, Logan, don't say that.” He pushed his chair back and went to kneel at Logan's feet. He rested his hands on the back of Logan's calves and Logan's fingers came down to grasp at his hair. “You're perfect for me, you're everything. I want you.”
But Logan wasn't to be deterred. “But this is your dream. And it's my dream.” He looked at Finn so softly. “I can't take that away from you. From myself.”
Finn rested his forehead on Logan's thigh and breathed deeply. “I know.” He glanced up again and met Logan's green eyes. “But we’re supposed to be together. And- and maybe there is someone else, yes, for me, but also for you. They're the same mark, Logan.”
Logan nodded. “I know. Merde, I know.” To Finn's surprise, Logan leaned down and kissed him. “But our dream won't let us, Fish. It just won't.”
“So what?” Finn asked. “We just ignore it? Be lonely?”
Logan shook his head. “Non, you find them. You find them.”
Finn's eyes widened. “Logan-”
“Find them, Finn.” Logan's eyes were pleading. “Please. I just want you to be happy, please.”
Finn let out a breath and knelt up higher, dragging Logan down into a hug. He kissed the side of Logan's head. “I'll miss you every day.”
“I know.”
“I'm still going to call you.”
“I know.”
“You're still my best friend.”
“I know.” Logan turned his nose into Finn's hair. “You're mine. Allez, Gryffindor is waiting.”
And in one motion, Finn squeezed Logan tightly, stood, grabbed his backpack, and tore out of OKN. He looked back and saw Logan watching from the doorway. They looked at each other one last time before Finn opened his car door and put the keys in the ignition.
Winnipeg, April 2019
Logan laughed as Leo landed one last smack to his face with a pillow, falling back against the hotel bed. He'd started it, throwing a pillow at Leo as Leo showed him a thirst trap someone had made of Logan that he'd come across. They'd been scrolling through Instagram side by side. Logan had groaned, taking one of the throw pillows from his own bed and throwing it across to Leo's, smacking him in the chest. Leo had just raised his eyebrows, stood, and used his own pillow to smack back. From there it had been an all out war on Logan's bed as they tried to best each other.
“Merde,” Logan panted from his spot against the mattress. “Allez, allez, you win, fuck.”
Leo sat back against his heels, satisfied. “Just because I don't have siblings doesn't mean I just take it, Tremblay.”
“That's obvious,” Logan grunted, propping himself up on his elbows. “Mon Dieu, you've got a fucking arm.”
Leo laughed, standing to go and gather his pillows, setting them neatly on his own bed. “Merci.”
Logan hummed sleepily. Leo glanced back to see he had his eyes closed. Logan had a small smile on his face, too, starfished on the bed, tired from their victory against the Jets. He was just in his boxers and a sweatshirt, the hem riding up to display his lean body. In the scuffle, his underwear had slid down, displaying the top of his fleur-de-lis tattoo on his left hip, and on his right-
Leo had to cover his mouth and bite his finger to hold himself back from making a sound. A sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish. Leo's head was reeling as he climbed into his bed.
Logan opened one eye to look at him. “Ça va?”
“Mhm.” Leo pushed a hand through his hair, then realized it was shaking and hid it beneath the covers. “Just tired.”
“Non,” Logan said. He turned on his side, his boxers riding down lower, and reached across to press a hand to Leo's shoulder. His touch burned. “Non, Leo, what's wrong?”
Leo just stared at his hand, then glanced briefly at the marks. Logan's eyes followed his and he flushed. Leo shook his head. “I'm sorry.”
Logan sighed. “Non. Non, it's okay.” He laid back on his own bed and looked at Leo softly. “Do you ever…”
Leo stared back, biting his lip. “Do I ever…?”
Logan let out another sigh and closed his eyes, as if it was too much. He spoke in French. “Do you ever feel like everything you want is right in front of you, and yet you miss it anyways?”
Leo ran his eyes up and down Logan's strong body. This couldn't be happening. “All the time.”
Logan opened his eyes again. “What do I do?”
Leo snuggled further underneath the covers. “I think- I think you have to care about it enough. Whatever that may be.”
“Even if I have to let it go?”
Leo ducked his nose into his sweatshirt neckline. “Yeah. Yeah, even to let it go.” He breathed deeply. He needed Logan to understand. “But sometimes you shouldn't. Sometimes you should take it.”
“Ouais?”
“Ouais.”
Logan looked at him. “Have you let it go?”
Leo could feel tears welling up in his eyes. “I don't have it.”
That made Logan's eyes go sad. Despite it, he smiled. “You deserve it, Leo.” He cocked his head. “I'm happy you're here.”
“Thank you,” Leo said shakily. “Thank you, Lo.”
Logan nodded, then reached up to turn off the light. “Bonne nuit, peanut.”
“Night.”
In the darkness, Leo finally let the silent tears fall.
Las Vegas, NV, October 2019
“Nut!”
Leo reached up above Finn's head to grasp the small ball tossed from Remus, jumping out of the pool to dunk it in the small hoop. The hotel pool in Vegas was a team favorite, and James had discreetly packed a portable pool hoop to bring with them this time. Their matinee game had been rough and physical, but Remus had his first NHL goal and Leo had a shutout, so the energy was wild and fierce. Coach had told them, exasperated, to go work their energy out before bed, which had James grinning widely. He'd instructed them to go to the pool, scurrying away to go find the box he'd stowed away in his luggage. Now, Leo was reconsidering his NHL career. Maybe the NBA would take him.
“Fuck off!” Sirius shouted. “That's not fair!”
Remus jumped on his back, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You're such a baby.”
Sirius just leaned back to dip him then let go. He and James were both red-faced and frustrated they were losing so badly.
“Seriously, Knut, what the hell is up with those octopus arms?”
Leo turned to find Finn looking at him, his lean, freckled chest on display. Leo swallowed, trying to get a grip. “I can't help it.”
“I'm a fan,” Logan chimed in. His green eyes and smile made Leo warm all over. “If it makes you lose, Fish.”
Finn rolled his eyes and splashed water over Logan's face. Logan spluttered and Finn laughed before turning to Leo. He was smiling. Leo realized what was about to happen. “No, no, I just washed my-”
But it was too late. Finn cupped his hands and threw water over Leo's head. Leo blinked hard and squinted through the chlorine. Logan was talking in fast French as he and Finn splashed each other. “Leo, allez!”
Leo laughed, running his hand across the water to get it in Finn's face. Finn gasped, staring at him incredulously. “Oh, it is so on, Nut.”
He lunged, trying to get his hands on Leo's shoulders and dunk him. Leo leaned back, trying to push him off, but slipped on the pool's slippery bottom. He and Finn both fell, chest to chest. Leo felt the water proof bandage Finn used to cover his mark as he scrambled for purchase, Finn's hands still on his shoulders. He kicked hard, breaking through the surface with a gasp, using both hands to push his hair back. He needed to pull himself together.
“You okay?”
Leo opened his eyes to find Logan and Finn smiling at him softly. They looked so gorgeous that Leo had to take a deep breath. “Yeah. Water's just heavy in my hair.”
“Why don't you cut it?” Finn asked.
Leo shrugged, his heart rate picking up. “Don't know,” he fibbed.
Logan tilted his head. “It looks nice pushed back.”
“Yeah,” Finn said. “I like it like that. You usually don't wash your hair in the team showers.”
Leo bit his lip. “Too much work. Don't feel like bringing my creams and stuff.”
Logan scrunched his nose around a laugh. “You're probably the only hockey player with a haircare routine.”
Leo flushed. “I like my curls.”
“They're very nice,” Finn said. Alarms went off in Leo's body as he approached. He touched the side of Leo's hair. “You know, I think it'd look nice if you cut it a little on the-”
He stopped suddenly. Leo could feel himself breathing hard. Finn's fingers were brushing right by where he knew his soul mark was now definitely visible, the hair pushed out of the way and transparent enough to allow it to be seen. Finn's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly.
Leo grit his teeth. “Finn…”
But Finn just looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Leo stepped back and Finn's hand fell. He backed away towards the steps.
“Finn?” Logan asked, looking worriedly between them. “What's going on?”
Leo didn't wait for Finn's response. He grabbed his towel and room key and jogged out the door.
***
Finn watched as Leo ran away, flip flops slapping against the bottoms of his wet feet. His head was reeling.
“Finn? Finn, allez, what's wrong?” Logan appeared in his line of sight and grabbed his shoulders. “Fish.”
Finn blinked, shaking his head. “Shit.” He looked to Logan, then at the door through which Leo had disappeared. “Shit, shit, shit.”
He ran out of the pool and grabbed his towel, some of the guys yelling questions. He could hear Logan behind him as he ran through the door.
“Finn, what the hell-”
Finn turned and faced him frantically in the hallway. “Where is your room?”
Logan looked confused. “170B. Fish, what-”
“Leo has the mark. Behind his ear.”
Logan stared at him for a moment before his face paled. “Non.”
Finn nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, fuck, we-” He pressed his hands over his eyes. “We have to find him.”
Logan looked hesitant, shrinking into himself. “Finn…”
Finn let out a frustrated noise and backed Logan into the nearest wall, just beside a supply closet. His voice was shaky. “No, no, you don't get to do this! You don't get to ignore it, or push me away, or tell me to go off and be with him, because it's us, Logan. He has the three marks, it's the three of us.” Logan's eyes were wide and vulnerable. Finn pressed their foreheads together. “I thought I was going crazy when I first started wanting him, because I still wanted you with everything I am. I love him, and I love you, and I will not let you take this away from me.”
Logan's breathing was quick. When Finn pulled back slightly, he saw that Logan's eyes were teary. “You love me?”
Finn nodded. “I do. God, I've been in love with you from the moment you walked into that shitty house your freshman year.”
Logan pressed his lips together. His hand came to cup the back of Finn's head. “I love you, too. I love you.” His green eyes fitted across Finn's face for a moment, searching. Then, to Finn's amazement and delight, he kissed him.
Finn felt like he could barely breathe, or maybe like he was breathing for the first time. Logan was so soft against him, needy and panting. His lips were working frantically against Finn's own, that fire that was always beneath his skin bubbling to the surface. Finn cupped his jaw firmly, slowing them down with deep presses of his mouth and tongue. Logan shuddered and melted into the wall behind him. It felt like his body was overheating under Finn's hands. With a few more soft kisses, Finn pulled away, albeit reluctantly. Logan's eyes were still closed.
“I love you,” Finn whispered. “And it's okay. It's okay now.”
Logan nodded, opening his eyes slowly. “Ouais, it is. I thought-” He took a shaky breath and Finn kissed his cheek. “I thought I couldn't want this. But now Sirius and Remus, and- and you and I were drafted to the same team, that can't be a coincidence. And Leo-” Logan let out a soft sound, forehead dropping onto Finn's shoulder. “I love him. I love him, and I love you, and I'm tired of not taking what I want when it's right in front of me.”
Finn's breath hitched at his words, heart beating as fast as it had the first time he'd seen Logan's mark. He stepped back and grabbed firmly onto Logan's shoulders. “You mean you…”
Logan smiled and nodded. “I want you. I want you both.”
Finn let out a teary laugh and kissed Logan hard. They were smiling against each other's mouths, light and happy and in love, Finn realized. They might have kept kissing forever had Logan not pulled away roughly. “Leo.”
Finn jerked his head up. “Shit. Shit, you're right.” He took Logan's hand and laced their fingers. “Let's go.”
They ran to the nearest stairwell and bounded up to the next floor. Logan's hands were shaking as he scanned the room key, grabbing the handle and shoving the door open roughly. “Leo?” he called.
Finn came in after him, looking around frantically. He poked his head in the bathroom. “Leo?”
When he came out, Logan was standing still and looking at the ground. Leo's suitcase was thrown open, his wet swimsuit on the floor. Clothes were disorganized inside it, which was so unlike him. He must have grabbed some and ran. Beside it was his room key. Logan knelt down briefly and picked it up. He looked at Finn. “Fish.”
Finn leaned in and hugged him. He felt the first of Logan's soft, hitching breaths underneath his hands. “Baby…”
“He's not here.” Logan was shaking. “He's not here, and we love him.”
“Okay,” Finn said. He pulled away and gripped Logan's hips. “He's probably still here somewhere, he's just really freaked out.”
“We have to find him.”
“I know.” Finn wiped Logan's cheeks and kissed his forehead. “Let's get changed first, okay? Then we go find Leo.”
“Soleil,” Logan said.
Finn looked down at him. “What?”
Logan closed his eyes and a tear slipped out. “What I will call him. Soleil. Sun.” He opened his eyes and leaned into Finn's chest. “He’s like sunshine.”
Finn nodded. “He is.” He brushed Logan's hair back from his face. “And what am I?”
Logan reached up to run a hand through Finn’s damp hair. “Rouge. Red.”
Finn kissed him.
***
Logan watched as Finn pulled on one of his high school sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants. The sweatshirt was a little short on him, the sleeves not quite reaching his wrists, but he looked so soft and cosy in Logan's clothes that Logan could only go up and kiss him.
Finn kneaded the skin of his back, just above where he'd put some shorts on. “Go put a shirt on, baby, then we'll go find Le.”
Logan nodded, kissing Finn once more before making his way towards his own suitcase. He had a sweater in there, one from France, but it wasn't as bulky and cosy. He needed something to swallow him, to settle the aching feeling in his chest.
He looked to Leo's suitcase. He always traveled with two sweatshirts: a Lions one for the locker room and cameras, and then one from home for the hotel room. He must've grabbed the Lions one in his rush, because the one left in his suitcase was purple and had the name of an ice cream parlor. Logan assumed it was the one he and his dad visited after Leo had a good game in high school. Finn saw him looking and put a hand on his back. “I don't think he'll mind.”
Logan nodded, kissing Finn's shoulder before kneeling and picking up the sweatshirt. He pulled it over his head. It was thick and soft and reached down to his thighs. It smelled like Leo's cologne. Logan turned his nose into the neckline and breathed in the scent.
Finn kissed the side of his head, lingering and gentle. “I've got the room key. Let's go get our sunshine.”
***
Leo squeezed his knees closer to himself in the cold hallway. He didn't know which floor he was on, one of the top ones. The hallway had ended in a T, with no rooms on either side, just big windows with a nice view of the city.
Leo sat against the opposite wall, gazing at the lights below him. He imagined he could hear and see people laughing, friends dancing, couples kissing. He wondered if there was anyone else like him, but happier; someone who was in love with two people, but actually had them. He could imagine dancing like that with Finn and Logan: Finn at his back, his chin on Leo's shoulder, arms around Leo's waist; Logan against Leo's chest, smiling up at him, his hands resting on the back of Leo's neck, maybe one in his hair. He closed his eyes as a sharp pain ran through his chest. He felt a tear escape.
“Fuck,” he whispered. He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. “Oh, fuck.”
How could he have been so careless, so stupid? He thought of Finn's horrified face and the fact that Logan definitely knew by now. If they hadn't confessed their feelings to one another, they certainly had after that display, and Leo would never forgive himself if he was the cause of such an emotional and difficult conversation. Coming out was hard enough on its own, but coming out to your best friend? The one you were in love with? Leo could barely imagine that talk they were probably still having without feeling a weight settle in his gut. He'd caused that. And now he was making their lives more difficult, and the whole team saw them run out, and Leo didn't know what to do. He really didn't know what to do.
He sat there shaking for he didn't know how long, blankly staring at the lights of the city. It was almost calming; peaceful, even, save for the rapid rhythm of his beating heart. He pressed a hand to his chest and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, behind him, he heard some frantic whispers.
“I don't know, Lo, we've looked everywhere.”
“Cherchez-en devantage, encore une fois.”
“I don't speak French.”
“Look again.”
“I'm trying!”
Leo clenched his teeth, eyes widening. He quickly but quietly shuffled his way to the corner, trying to remain out of sight, but he knew he was a sitting duck. He only hoped they gave up before they found him.
What would he even say if they did? I'm in love with you, but you're in love with each other. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I'll leave you be.
No, he couldn't do that. He wasn't strong enough to do that, to let them go completely, nor to ruin a friendship like that that was so intertwined with love and lust and laughter and life- a friendship that had bones, that had history. Leo bit his lip once again at the tears that threatened to claim his vision.
“Le?”
Leo sighed heavily and turned his head. When he opened his eyes, he found Finn and Logan looking at him carefully. Their hands were intertwined.
“Hi,” he said. His voice was rough, even to his own ears. “Hi.”
He saw Logan squeeze Finn's hand and let go. He came to sit beside Leo, criss-crossed and facing him. He was wearing Leo's sweatshirt. If this ended poorly, Leo didn't know if he'd want Logan to keep it or to keep it himself and smell Logan's scent guiltily every time he wore it. He looked so cozy.
“Ça va?”
Leo just blinked at him. Logan sighed, dropping his head down to look at his fingers, which he was twiddling in his lap.
Finn came to sit across from them both, back against the window. His eyes were soft. “How long have you known?”
Leo shrugged. He looked out past Finn's shoulder at the city lights. “Since you came home from that run. In the freezing rain, and I had to undress you and put you in the shower.”
“Quoi?” Logan asked.
Finn's cheeks were flushed. “You and I were supposed to go to lunch. But you went home with a girl from the bar the night before and then I didn't hear from you the next day.” He shrugged. “I needed to think, so I ran. It was cold and wet.”
Logan looked at him so sadly it was breaking Leo's heart. “Rouge…”
Leo's stomach jolted. A nickname. A sweet one. Red. So they'd obviously figured themselves out.
Finn nudged Logan's thigh with his socked foot. He was wearing Logan's sweatshirt and sweatpants, Leo realized. “It doesn't matter now.” He looked to Leo. “And Logan's? How'd you find out?”
Leo turned back to look out the window. He smiled sadly. “We had a pillow fight in our hotel room. Logan's boxers slid down and his sweatshirt rode up, and, well…” He looked to Finn. “He asked if I knew if what I wanted was right in front of me, but if I still missed it.” He bit his lip as his eyes watered. “That's when I knew he was in love with you.”
Finn was looking with wide eyes at Logan, who was in turn looking intently at Leo. “You knew?”
Leo sniffled. “Of course I knew. Y'all think you're discreet, but you're not.”
Finn nudged him with his toe. “So if you knew, why didn't you say anything? About you.”
“I couldn't do that to you,” Leo said. He put his hands over his eyes. “Fuck, I couldn't do that to you. Your love radiates off of you, and I just figured- I just figured I was the universe's backup. If you didn't get together, one of you would find me.”
“Quoi?” Logan asked. “Leo.”
Leo groaned and buried his face in his knees. “Not everyone ends up with their soul mate. My grandma's died when they were teenagers, and my grandpa didn't have one. But they loved each other, and were happy, and I-” He felt his throat closing up. “I had to care about you enough to let you go.”
He heard Logan take in a sharp breath beside him. “Non. Non, Leo.” He knelt up and wrapped an arm around Leo's upper back, pressing his forehead to the back of Leo's curls. “Leo, non. Non, it doesn't have to be like that.”
“I told you it can be, Lo,” Leo said. “That night. With the pillow fight. You're supposed to be with Finn, and I'm supposed to let you go.”
“You are not supposed to do anything like that, Leo.” Finn's voice was thick with tears. “Why would you say that?”
Leo sat up. Logan shifted back, but their thighs were still pressed together. “I didn't want to wreck you. You have history, years of it, and I owed it to you to let you figure out your feelings on your own time.” He looked between them. “Everyone deserves that. I'm sorry if I forced you to do that today.”
They both softened at that and looked at each other briefly. Finn shifted over to the side to be more squarely in front of Leo. He leaned forward and took Leo's hands in his own. They were shaking. “We already knew.”
Leo sat up straighter. “What?”
Logan rested his chin on Leo's shoulder, hand rubbing at his lower back. “Ouais, we figured it out years ago. We just hadn't met you yet.”
At Leo's still-confused look, Finn began to speak again. “It was after Logan scored a hatty in the Beanpot Semis, my junior year. We won, and he stayed late for interviews.”
“Ouais,” Logan said. “Nobody was there, in the locker room, so I took my covering off to go shower.” He let out a laugh. “Finn walked in and saw my mark.”
Leo hummed. “And what happened?”
Finn smiled. “I freaked out, Logan followed me to the locker room. Long story short, I showed him mine, we kissed, we got interrupted. We kissed a few more times before I left. We didn't talk about it, not until the day I came to Gryff. But we knew.”
“What we couldn't figure out,” Logan said. “Was you.” He sighed heavily. “Fish tried to talk to me, the day he left. But I told him to look for whoever else was for him- for us. Someone who deserved him.”
Leo touched their temples together. “But you do.”
He could feel Logan’s smile. “Ouais, I know that now.” He shifted, wrapping his arm fully around Leo’s waist. “But I didn't know how to make how I felt work with hockey. With our dream.”
“What changed?”
“You did, sunshine.”
Leo looked at Finn. He let out a surprised laugh. “What?”
Finn smiled at him. “Sunshine. It's what we’re calling you.”
“Soleil,” Logan corrected.
“Well I'm not French, am I?”
“Neither am I! Canada's different.”
Finn rolled his eyes playfully. “Anyways.” He reached out to pluck at one of Leo’s curls. “You came along and made us realize that avoiding what we desired was silly. And that there was so much more to want. To love.”
Leo closed his eyes briefly in a slow blink. His heart was pounding.“Really?”
“Ouais, soleil,” Logan whispered. “It’s because of you.”
Leo nodded. “And are you okay? You figured yourselves out?”
Finn laughed. “Yeah, literally, like, a half hour ago. We kissed, we talked a bit, whatever.” He brought Leo’s hands to his mouth and kissed them. “But then we came looking for you.”
Leo felt his heart kick. “You did?”
“Don't be surprised,” Logan said. “We want you. We love you.” He touched just behind Leo’s ear. “You’re ours. Our soul mate.”
Finn reached one hand out to brush Leo’s jaw. “Do you want that, sunshine?”
Leo closed his eyes again. He felt the heat of their bodies beside him, the softness of their skin. Logan’s nose was pressed to his jaw, obviously impatiently waiting, and Finn’s thumb was tracing soft patterns on his skin. They were handsome, and kind, and good- and Leo was so in love with them.
“Yeah,” he said. He opened his eyes and caught Finn’s gaze. “I do.”
“Leo,” Logan whispered beside him. He nudged at Leo’s cheek, obviously asking. “Leo, je t’aime.”
Leo smiled and turned into him. “I love you.” And then Logan was kissing him.
It was the most gentle kiss Leo had ever received. Logan’s lips were warm and soft, softer than anything Leo had touched, and he kissed like he moved through life: a fierce, focused intensity that burned Leo up from the inside. He started out slow, then peaked with faster, deeper, rougher presses, his hand coming up to grip Leo’s hair, then settled again when Leo rubbed his hip, right over the soul mark. Logan fell against his chest a little. When Leo pulled away, Logan let himself go completely, his head resting on Leo’s shoulder, eyes closed. He looked like he was about to fall asleep.
Finn was looking them both up and down. His pupils were a little blown. When he caught Leo watching, he smiled. “I would like to record that and put it on a loop to watch forever, please and thank you.”
Leo laughed a little, felt Logan do the same, before he slouched back against the wall. Logan was gripping the fabric of his Lions sweatshirt lightly in between his fingers. They both looked at Finn softly as he got himself onto his knees and leaned forward with a smile.
“I love you,” Finn whispered.
Leo could count each one of his freckles. “I love you, too.”
Finn kissed like he moved through life, too, but it was different than Logan. Finn was motivated by a goal, directing Leo into exactly what he wanted, somehow. He gripped Leo’s jaw gently and firmly at the same time, Leo helpless to do anything but accept what he was given. Leo sighed heavily. Finn kissed him deeper still, and Logan began to kiss up Leo’s neck and jaw. Leo whined, pulling back to catch his breath. “Fuck.”
Finn raised his eyebrows. “Maybe later.”
Leo laughed and rested his head against the wall behind him. “No, our first time will not be in a hotel. I still smell like chlorine.”
Finn let out a huff through his nose. “Then when will it be? I've gotta mark my calendar, clear my schedule.”
Leo bit his lip around a grin. “In your bed. If you want.”
Finn sucked in a breath. His ears were bright red, and Logan reached up to thumb the shell of one. “Oh, I so want.”
“Ouais,” Logan said. He pulled Finn down into a kiss. Leo loved how they looked together. “But now we sleep.”
“Where?” Leo asked.
Logan hummed. “My bed. It's the closest to the door.”
Leo snorted. “Not by much, sweetheart.”
Logan just sighed happily again and snuggled further into Leo’s body. Leo kissed the top of his head. Finn was looking at them both fondly.
“So,” he said. “Does this mean we’re in love? We’re doing this?”
Leo smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re doing this.”
Finn’s expression was nothing short of elated. “Fuck yes.” He leaned down to kiss them both hard. “Best day ever.”
Leo and Logan both laughed. Leo held out a hand. “Help us up, O’Hara.”
Finn grasped onto each of their hands, pulling them from the floor and towards him. When they stood, Leo tried to walk down the hallway, but Finn tugged him back. “Wait.” His eyes, when they met Leo's, were serious. “I just want you to know how much we want this, Le. You aren't some- some ‘third’ in a relationship already involving the two of us. You're not a second choice.”
Logan nodded, stepping into Leo's space. “Ouais, mon coeur. We're equal- all of us, or nothing.”
Leo took them both in for a second. Finn, with his gentleness and his heart on his sleeve; Logan, with his firm, yet loving, touches and the obvious desire and want that was constantly simmering under his skin. They were looking at Leo like he was everything. Leo didn't know what to do with that quite yet, but he figured telling them how he felt was as good a start as any.
“I want you, too,” he said. He cleared his throat. “When I- when I said I was letting you go, it wasn't because I didn't love you. Or because I didn't want you. I just… I thought loving you would cause you more pain when you were obviously already hurting for each other.”
Logan shook his head firmly. “Non.” He leaned up and kissed Leo. “Non, we love each other because we love you.”
Finn nodded, kissing the back of Leo's hand. “You helped us find you and each other, baby. No take backs, okay?”
Leo nodded, smiling with a blush. “Okay.” He stepped forward a bit to bring them closer together. Logan rested his head on Leo's collarbone, and Leo touched his and Finn's temples together. “Let's go to bed.”
Finn nodded. “Mhm. Sleepy time.” He kissed Leo quickly, then ducked to kiss Logan's cheek. “But mark your calendars. My mattress, as soon as that plane lands tomorrow.”
Leo laughed, and Logan made a happy sound into the fabric of his sweatshirt. “Sure thing Harz,” Leo said. “I'll rearrange my schedule.”
“You fucking better. C'mon, let's go.”
They walked back to the room, Finn holding each of their hands tightly even in the stairwell, which was a little logistically difficult, but they managed. They each took turns showering to get the chlorine off, Finn swiping Logan's toothbrush with a smirk. Logan just rolled his eyes and kissed him.
Leo came back from his shower to find them both huddled in Logan's hotel bed. Logan still had Leo's sweatshirt on with the hood pulled up, his hair fluffing out in the front as he laughed at something Finn said. Finn was straddling Logan's thighs and talking about something- what, Leo didn't know. Finn talked a lot.
When they heard him come through the doorway, they both looked at him and smiled widely. Finn swung his leg over Logan's hips to settle on the bed. He patted the space in between them. “C'mere, sunshine baby.”
Leo knelt on the end of the mattress and crawled to them. “Is that my new name?”
Finn nodded excitedly. “Among others. I'm workshopping a few. How do you feel about lovernut?”
Leo laughed as he settled onto his back. “Whatever you want, honey.”
Finn smiled at the pet name and leaned in to press kisses to Leo's cheeks. “You're so sweet.”
“Oui,” Logan agreed. He grunted and rolled over to flop on top of Leo with a content sigh.
Finn tapped his butt hard. “I knew you'd be a koala, you youngest-of-four baby.”
Logan just peeked out at him. “Should I not?”
“No,” Leo said. He kissed Logan's curls. “Wherever you want to sleep, sweetheart, it's okay.”
Logan bit his lip innocently and continued to roll- right in between the two of them. He pressed his nose into Leo's neck. “Mm, c'est chaud ici.”
Finn scoffed. “I thought Leo was in the middle.”
Logan just reached back for Finn's arm. “Ici, rouge.”
Finn melted a little bit. “Fine. Fine, but we have to take turns, okay? Gotta try out all the positions.”
Leo laughed. He reached across Logan's body to brush Finn's hair out of his face. “You just can't help yourself, can you?”
Finn kissed his palm. “No. I'm telling you, it's all I'm going to be thinking about.” He settled down, throwing an arm and a leg across their bodies. “I love you.”
Leo smiled. “I love you.”
“Sleep.”
Finn bit at Logan's jaw. “Say it back, you grump.”
Leo felt Logan's smile against the skin of his neck. Logan kissed his soul mark. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”