your writing is getting me through finals weeks rn…which leads me to a prompt of one of the cubs being stressed with comfort from the other two, could be work related, could be not, whatever you want!!
I hope you are having lovely holidays/vacations! Sorry for the delay in posting- I was hiking for a few days and had limited WiFi, but I am BACK!! I have SO much written so please be prepared to be bombarded with some Cubs, and please keep sending in prompts! This blog is as much for you as it is for me, so whatever visions of stories you have, please send me an ask!
Without further ado, some lovely Cubs! This is an official F-YOU to the US visa process and the fact that polygamy is not legal in this country. We should always be hoping and pushing for a better, more inclusive, and more intersectional future! Credits to @lumosinlove ! <3
P.S. I hope your finals went well!! Sending you love, friend!!
Logan Tremblay did not consider himself a highly stressed out person. There really wasn’t anything for him to stress over, at least not anything physical or superficial. He was lucky, he knew that, one of the last people to want for anything. And any sort of stress, really, was always tied to hockey, which he was grateful for.
The U.S. Visas and Immigration process, however, was enough to cause a lifetime of stress for just about anybody. Or so he reckoned.
“Merde,” he muttered under his breath. Every Google search, every document he found on his hard drive made him more confused. “Shit.”
Finn’s voice called out to him from their bedroom, the sound of footsteps echoing through the halls as he approached the living room where Logan was sat. “Lo, baby, have you seen my purple sweater? I was going to wear it for dinner with- oh. Oh, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
Logan looked up at his husband with a pinch between his brows. “Just looking at visa stuff.”
A confused expression washed over Finn’s face. “What are you doing that for?” He came up behind the couch and put a hand on Logan’s shoulder. “But, you’re on the professional athletes, visa, right? So we’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Non, but when I- when I stop, we will,” Logan said.
“What do you mean?”
Logan sighed. “I won’t be able to stay here without a green card. So I’ll need to get a visa.”
“Oh,” Finn said with a breath. “Oh, that makes sense.”
Logan flipped through another folder on his hard drive. “Mais, I have all the documents my parents and I used for my student visa. But a lot has changed since then, and the student visa is different- I’m just not sure what to do, really.” He rubbed a hand over his face. His head was killing him. “I’ll figure it out, don’t worry, rouge.”
Logan turned back to his computer, squinting his eyes against the glare of the screen. He didn’t want to even think about retiring from hockey at the moment, but he knew it was coming in the next few years. They wanted to settle down a bit, be together more- hockey had been a part of their relationship for almost ten years, since the very beginning. And now that Logan and Leo were both with the Lions, spending all his time back in Gryffindor had Logan thinking of the future more often than not. If they had a house, a pet, a child or two (or more), he wanted to be present and not be worried about the legalities. The route to get there, however, looked more complicated than he had originally thought.
All of the legal English was starting to tire his brain, and he blinked hard before letting out a sigh. He jumped when he felt a hand card through his hair, and looked up to find Finn just watching him. He’d gotten better, over the years, at letting Logan come to him with words. Sometimes, though, Logan still wanted him to push. “Quoi, rouge? Tell me.”
“I just…” Finn started. He huffed and came around to sit beside Logan and look at the computer. “I guess I just hadn’t really thought about it, is all. That you’re not a U.S. citizen.”
“Non,” Logan said. He pressed a kiss to Finn’s cheek. “But it’ll be fine. I’ll figure it out.”
“Lo-”
“I will, I promise,” he interrupted. Logan felt so unlike himself, so restless and jumpy, and he could see concern written all over Finn’s face. He set the laptop down on the table. “I’ll find a professional to help me, or I’m sure the NHL has someone-”
“What’s going on?”
Logan and Finn both jumped at Leo’s voice. He, too, came and sat down on Logan’s other side, arm around the back of the couch. He smiled at them, then took a glance at the computer, and the smile immediately faded. Logan didn’t like when it did that.
“What’s going on, honey?”
Logan leaned a head on Leo’ shoulder and sighed. “Visa. I’ll need one when I’m done with hockey.”
“Oh,” Leo said, in the same way Finn had. “Well, that… that makes sense, I guess.” Leo turned to look down. “What’s the face for, Lo? Everything alright?”
Logan nodded. “Ouais. Ouais, it’s just…” He paused, taking Finn’s hand and pushing harder into Leo’s shoulder. “I could do the green card, I think, but I don’t know where to start, and not all my student visa stuff can be used. Or…”
Leo nudged him gently. “What is it?”
Logan could barely stand looking at Finn’s brown eyes. “Or I marry one of you.”
Finn’s eyes flashed to his wedding and engagement ring, confused for a moment. Logan watched the realization dawn on his face. It looked exactly how Logan felt- happy and guilty at the same time, wanting it with everything he had, and yet knowing that it wasn’t fair.
Based on Leo’s sharp inhale, he had realized as well. “You marry… one of us.”
“Ouais,” Logan whispered.
Finn groaned, pitching forward to press his forehead into Logan’s. “I hate that. I hate that.”
“Ouais, me too,” Logan said shakily. All of a sudden, tears pressed at the edges of his eyes. “I-I don’t like that we aren’t legally married. That we can’t be.” He looked at the computer screen, the words tumbling from his mouth uncharacteristically. “I don’t want to have to make that choice. I hate that that’s an option, for me to stay with you, but to choose one of you. And then if we want children- I don’t want just one of you, I want both-” His voice broke over his words and he groaned as the tears fell.
“Whoa, whoa, hey,” Leo hushed him gently. “Hey, hey, sweetheart, it’s okay.”
“Non, non it’s not, Le. I won’t do that to you-”
But Leo just wrapped his arms around him, pulling him back against his chest. Logan fell, burying his face in the crook of Leo’s elbow. Finn gasped tearily, too, their temples touching gently. Logan was shaking now, sobs wracking through his body. It was stress, it was anger, it was sadness at the thought that the world wanted him to choose between things he physically couldn’t. It was the fact that it took him so long to get here, to accept the fact he wanted not just one boy, but two, to be comfortable loving them in the open, letting them love him in private, letting himself love them in private. Logan couldn’t help the sounds that left his mouth, desperate and wet and frustrated as he fell apart in his husbands’ arms. He could feel Leo’s chest shaking underneath him, Finn’s wet skin as he brushed their cheeks together. It brought a new wave of emotion over him, and he gripped Leo’s forearm hard.
“Oh, Lo,” Leo said softly. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
“Ce n'est pas juste-”
“Sh, sh, I know. I know, it’s not fair.”
They sat there and rocked him gently for what felt like hours. They would periodically press soft kisses to his skin, always gentle, always loving. Logan closed his eyes, almost sleepy in Leo’s hold as he let his head fall heavy against Leo’s body. Leo just squeezed him tighter.
“Logan,” Finn said quietly. “Logan, look at me baby.”
Logan lifted his head from his nook for Finn to take between his palms. To his surprise, Finn was smiling at him.
“It’s going to be okay,” he said. “If you had to- if you had to legally marry one of us, that doesn’t mean you love the other any less, okay? We know that, baby. You promised us forever, you don’t get to take it back now.”
Logan made a whining, desperate noise in the back of his throat. “Non, Fish-”
“No, Lo, listen to me.” Finn got his knees under himself to sit up. He looked at Leo briefly before turning back to Logan. “If we want all of those things- the house, the kids- we need to make that decision, yes. But right now, for this particular thing, we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. Okay?”
“Yeah,” Leo agreed gently. “We can ask for an advisor, we can first try to do it without the whole legal marriage thing.” Leo kissed his head. “But if we had to, at some point, we would talk about it, okay? And it’d all be fine.”
But Logan still couldn’t be convinced, and another sob fell from his mouth. “I’m so sorry, I’m making this hard for you-”
“No,” Finn said firmly. “No, you are not. Do you hear me? Okay, listen, Lo. Both of you, listen, please.” He gripped Logan’s cheeks and pressed a hard kiss to his mouth, then to Leo’s. His eyes were firm and loving, and so fiery it was burning Logan up. “I waited for so long to be had by the both of you, even when I didn’t want it, even when I didn’t know it. It was always going to be us because we are supposed to be together forever, do you hear me? Forever.” He laughed, but he was crying slightly, too. “We are married, point blank, period. That piece of paper would be a law, nothing more. And I know that means it’s significant, I don’t want you to think I don’t know that.” He sighed, cupping Logan’s jaw with one hand and reaching up with the other to tangle in Leo’s hair. “But that does not change how much I love you, nor how much you love me, okay? That’s what’s important, that we love each other, and I would choose this life with you over and over again if I could, do you understand? Without a second thought, I would choose the both of you.”
“Me, too,” Leo whispered. Logan tilted his head enough to look at his face, blue eyes lined with red from his tears but not any less beautiful. “You both are everything, and I- I won’t let you go.” He let out a shaky breath and dipped his nose into Logan’s hair, eyes trained on Finn. “I’m not letting you go.”
“Not in a million years, sunshine,” Finn said. He leaned in to kiss Leo gently. “My sunshine baby.”
“Notre soleil.”
Finn ducked down to smile at Logan. “You’re right. Our sunshine.” He breathed deeply. “And you’re ours, too, okay? And I’m yours. I’m all yours, totally, completely yours. You both have me.” He kissed Logan’s forehead gently. “So we are going to figure this out, okay, baby? We will talk to someone, make a plan for the next few years.” Logan felt him smile against his skin. “And maybe we make a plan for the few years after that. Tiny human plans.”
Leo laughed. “Ouais. Tiny human plans.”
Logan hummed. “I like tiny humans.”
“I know you do,” Finn said with a chuckle. “A tiny baby girl, Lo, how’s that sound?”
Leo snorted. “We don’t get to choose their gender.”
“I know,” Finn nodded. His eyes were twinkling. “I just have a feeling.”
“I don’t care who they are,” Logan sighed contentedly. “I just want to love them.” He settled back into Leo and leaned into Finn’s hand that was still cradling his face. “I love you.”
“Love you,” Leo replied. “I love you so much.”
“Forever,” Finn said. He kissed them gently. “I love you forever, and one more forever as well.” He leaned back and slapped his hands against his knees, looking at Logan’s computer on the coffee table. “Now, let’s see what we’re dealing with.”
And in Leo’s warm embrace, with Finn’s chatter in his ear, Logan closed his eyes and tried to imagine a future. A future tomorrow, a future in ten years, a distant future in thirty. And in every single one, the brightest thing he could imagine was that he was in love; deeply, madly, free-fall love with his husbands for forever. He smiled- and, he decided, one more forever, too