since you loved the first hogwarts au prompt, can i ask for more???? take your time ofc !!🤍
This is a little drabble I've had sitting in my drafts for a while now! It's in the same realm as the last Hogwarts one I did. If it's not what you're looking for, or if you have a different/more specific vision for a prompt, please please please write me another ask! I want to do your ideas justice. :)
Enjoy some long-distance Cubs in the mountains of beautiful Eryri!
TW: alluded to nefarious activities, but nothing explicit!
All credits to @lumosinlove :)
P.S.: I am making assumptions on the kinds of spells and magic stuff they have. It's been AGES since I read HP, because She Who Must Not Be Named is a TERF and we #donotlikeher, so I just took some liberty on the few times magic is explicitly referenced.
Logan took a satisfied breath in, feeling as his bare chest brushed Finn’s above him. The light shining through their bedroom window was as warm as the afterglow. He sighed, nudging his nose into Finn’s hair to breath in his scent. He smelled like a mix of himself, sweat- and Leo’s cologne, Logan realized. He must have sprayed some on himself before his apprenticeship that morning.
“Fuck,” Finn said with a laugh. He let go of Logan's wrists and wrapped him up. “Fuck, how is it always so good?”
Logan brought their mouths together sloppily again with a hum. “Je t'aime.”
Finn kissed him harder, turning them on their sides and relaxing into the mattress. They made out lazily, just feeling each other's skin, until Finn pulled back to press a kiss to his temple.
“I love you.” He tucked his face into Logan’s neck. “Cleaning charm or shower?”
Logan snorted. “Leo would want us to shower.”
Finn smiled into his skin. “Mm, yeah. He looks so good in the shower.”
“Ouais, so tall. Like a god.”
“Ugh, he's so sexy.” Finn rolled over to squish Logan into the mattress. “You're both so sexy. What am I supposed to do?”
Logan laughed. “You poor thing,” he mocked in Finn’s accent.
Finn huffed, giving Logan one more hard kiss before standing. He held out his hand. “Shower? Then we call Leo.”
Logan took it and followed Finn to the bathroom. Their Muggle flat in Derby was a bit old, and the pipes didn't always heat the water up fully, but Logan loved it more than he could say. Today, luckily, the water was nice and warm, and Logan reveled in getting to run his hand through Finn's thick, shampooed waves. He had been growing it out since October, and Leo and Logan couldn't get enough of it. Logan had watched as Leo stepped off the Hogwarts Express at Christmas with wide eyes, hands immediately carding through Finn's hair.
What's this, O'Hara?
Finn had smirked. What, you don't like it?
Leo had tugged at the strands, forcing Finn to look up and make a noise that was not appropriate for a train station. What do you think? Then he'd kissed Finn, then Logan, so hard that it made them dizzy.
Safe to say, sitting through dinner with Leo's parents that evening had been a monumental task.
“What’re you thinking about, baby?”
Logan shook out of his reverie. “You. Your hair. Leo.” Logan sighed, closing his eyes and imagining blond curls. “His hair.”
“He does have nice hair.”
“So do you.”
“So do you.” Finn threaded his fingers to scratch at Logan's scalp. “All dark and thick.” He kissed Logan's forehead. “It's getting curlier, now that it's longer.”
Logan hummed, leaning into Finn's body. “Wonder what Leo's hair looks like.”
Finn snorted. “You know what it looks like. We called him the other day.”
Logan grunted. “It's different in person.”
Finn sighed. “I know, baby. I know.” He leaned back. “Let’s finish here, then call him, yeah? He's probably almost done with his homework for the evening.”
Logan washed Finn's body reverently, taking time to massage his shoulders and upper back where he got sore. He was rewarded with soft kisses to his forehead, his collarbone, his cheek. Logan missed being at Hogwarts, missed being with his friends every day, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't also love this domestic bliss he lived in now. He loved not having to sneak into Finn or Leo's bed, he loved being able to bathe together like this. Most of all, he loved coming home to a place that was theirs, that they made together, that encompassed the bed, and the bathing, and everything else. He saw himself in the Quidditch magazines lying around the house, Finn in the books piled everywhere- even Leo, though he didn’t live there yet, with the perfectly knitted blanket from his farm in Wales that had a permanent residence on the couch.
Logan sighed, staring at that blanket while Finn made them both dinner (egg sandwiches, the way Leo taught them), sat at a stool by the counter with his evening tea. He stretched his legs, sore from practice, and turned to Finn. “Fish?”
Finn hummed, handing him a plate with his sandwich. “Yeah?”
“I miss him.”
Finn looked up at that, sandwich halfway to his mouth. “Le?”
“Ouais.” Logan sighed again, picking up his own sandwich. “It just doesn't feel like home.”
Finn furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
Logan shrugged as he swallowed. “Je ne sais pas. It just- it is ours, and I love living here with you, and it is home. Home is with you.” Logan pursed his lips. “But it's also with Leo.”
Finn nodded in understanding. “I know. I know, baby, it doesn't- it's like it's home, but not a complete one.”
“Exactly,” Logan said. “It's not complete without both of you.”
Finn finished off his dinner, then came to wrap Logan in a hug. “Only a few more days until he comes home for Easter, then he graduates in May. Then he's all ours forever, okay, baby?”
“Mais, he is all ours. You're mine, too.”
Finn smiled into his hair. “Yes, we are all yours, you greedy thing.” He kissed Logan's head. “C'mon. I need a dose of sunshine.”
Leo picked up his two-way mirror on the first vibration they sent through. He looked tired, a little stressed, but his smile was wide when he saw them. “Hi, fy nghariadau. You okay?”
“Hi, love,” Finn said. He touched his thumb to the edge of the mirror. “We're alright. Just wanted to see your pretty face once more before you come home.”
Leo scrunched his nose at them. “You're sweet.”
“Non, you are.” Logan groaned, flopping onto Finn's chest. “Soleil, ici. Come back.”
That made Leo blush, his crystal blue eyes standing out against his red cheeks. “I'm trying, honey,” he said. “I've got to do one last thing for Potions, and-
“I hope this is an actual assignment and not some extra experiment that's going to get you blown up,” Finn interrupted with a raised eyebrow. “Because I prefer your whole body, not pieces of it.”
If possible, Leo turned even redder. “It is assigned, I'll have you know.”
“Get it done faster,” Logan said. “I miss you.”
“We.”
“Ouais, that's what I meant.”
Finn rolled his eyes fondly, but turned back to the mirror. “We are suffering from a sunshine deficiency.”
Leo, who was now distracted by something, presumably a book, just quirked an eyebrow. “A vitamin D deficiency? But it's spring now, go outside.”
Logan scoffed. “Non, soleil. Toi.”
Finn put a hand over Logan's head. “You, sunshine. We have a you deficiency.”
“Soleil, come back,” Logan whined again, frustrated. He patted the couch cushions hard. “Allez.”
Leo sighed, looking up from his book. He looked mildly irritated at having been interrupted, but he softened immediately upon seeing their faces. He spoke to Logan. “Oh, cariad, don’t look at me with those eyes.”
Finn laughed. He tapped Logan on the hip a few times. “Don't make him feel guilty for studying.”
“But it keeps him away from us.”
Leo scoffed and waved a piece of parchment at them. “Not everyone can just get by on muscles and Quidditch skills for their career, Lo.”
“Ouais, you could.”
“Yeah, Le, I already told you. Best Keeper Ravenclaw has seen.”
Leo pointed his finger at him. “And I told you that you're biased.” He straightened his posture. “Now, I've got to write six more inches of this Arithmancy essay. I love you, I love your voices, now be my soundtrack so I can concentrate.” He turned his devastating eyes at them. Logan felt his heart kick. “Tell me about your day.”
***
Beddgelert, March 2016
Leo sighed, savoring the last bite of his mother's lamb cawl, heating him up from the inside as the last dregs of the Eryri winter faded away. They didn't have anymore snow, but the chill was still there. His Raynaud's flared up frequently in the drafty halls of Hogwarts. He was grateful to be in his kitchen at home; it was warm from the oven and his mother's cooking.
“Diolch, mam,” he said, turning to look at his mother. It felt like a relief to speak his native language. “It was really good.”
She kissed his forehead and poured herself some more wine. She gave him a wink. “Of course, honey. I'll have to make it again when those boys of yours arrive.”
His father laughed. “Might need to make a double batch. Logan always eats us out of house and home.”
Leo smiled. “Don't tell him that, he'll get embarrassed.” He rested his chin on his hand. “Are you sure you're okay with them staying here for a few days? I know it'll be a lot, what with the family Easter party on Sunday.”
Eloise shook her head. “They’re welcome, as long as they help.” She came over to give him a hug and pressed a kiss to his curls. “Besides, I missed my boy. And I did have you first.”
Leo laughed, giving her a kiss on the cheek before beginning to clear the table. He had missed her and his dad, too, and the mountains and the farm. He had missed the way his parents spoke Welsh, the lilt of their vowels and their familiar accents. They hadn’t forced him to come home; he had actually suggested it. He wanted to spend a few days in Beddgelert before going to Finn and Logan’s (and his, he guessed) apartment in Derby. They were due to arrive the following evening after Logan’s practice and Finn’s last day of his apprenticeship before his own Easter break. They were excited to come celebrate with Leo’s extended family- Finn said he had bought a special ‘Easter shirt’ at the charity shop the other day.
I want to look proper spiffy for your family, sunshine, he had said. Gotta make a good first impression.
Leo smiled to himself at the memory, handing the last plate to be dried to his dad. Together, they wiped down the counters and stove. Leo couldn't wait for the kitchen to be filled with the smell of bara brith and Welsh cakes and more lamb and roasted vegetables over the next few days. He loved the Hogwarts meals, but he did miss being able to cook his own food. He perused the cabinets, looking for a packet of digestives, his favorite biscuits, when there was a whooshing sound of someone coming through the fireplace.
“Mam!” he called. “Did you invite Effie over?”
Effie Potter and Eloise had become fast friends when they had been invited to the Potter’s annual New Years Eve party. James and Monty had helped them set up the Floo in the Knut's fireplace, and Effie and Eloise now often had a post-dinner tea (or drink, depending on the mood). There was another whooshing sound, and Leo furrowed his brow.
“Hello?” he said, creeping slowly into the living room. The sight in front of him stopped him in his tracks. He let out a joyful laugh.
“Salut.”
“Hi, sunshine.”
Leo leaned against the doorway, smiling. “Hi.”
Logan, who was bouncing on his toes, couldn't seem to hold back anymore. He dropped his bag and ran forward right into Leo's arms. Leo wrapped him up close, slouching down to tuck his face into Logan's hair. “Hi, cariad. Hi.”
He opened an arm for Finn to tuck in against them. Finn reached a palm to cup Leo's cheek and kiss him. “Surprise, baby.”
Leo grinned against Finn's mouth. “The best surprise.” He pulled back, tightening his arm around Finn's waist. “I thought you wouldn't be here until tomorrow.”
“Logan’s last practice was actually today, as well as my last day before break.” Finn winced. “Sorry we lied.”
Leo kissed his temple. “You get away with it this time.” He tilted his head to look down at Logan. “How's my needy snugglebug?”
Logan rested his chin on Leo's collarbone and glared up. “Non, I'm not.”
Leo grinned. “You mean you don't want kisses?”
Logan grunted. “That's not what I said. Allez.”
He dragged Leo down to meet his mouth, and Leo let himself sink into Logan's warm body. He lingered until he physically needed to breath, breaking away with a slight gasp. Logan placed sloppy kisses under his jaw before tucking his face back into Leo's neck with a happy sigh.
Finn looked at him, amused. “Not needy, my arse.”
Logan just grunted in reply, but he didn’t deny it.
“There they are!” Eloise came striding in with Wyatt in tow. “It worked!”
“What?” Leo asked as she pulled both Finn and Logan into hugs.
“The surprise,” Wyatt said matter-of-factly. He shook both Finn and Logan's hands. “How are we, boys, you alright?”
Finn wrapped an arm around Logan's shoulders. “Yeah, we're good. Excited to be here.”
Eloise clapped her hands excitedly. “Okay, bed's upstairs, all made up. You hungry? I've got some leftover lamb cawl.”
Logan shook his head. “Non, merci, we ate. For lunch tomorrow?”
Eloise nodded excitedly. “With some fresh bread from the bakery down the street.” She shooed them away with wink. “Off you pop, I'm sure you've got lots of catching up to do.”
Leo blushed. “Mam.” He let Logan, then Finn up the stairs, following with a hand resting on Finn's lower back. “Nos da.”
“Sleep tight, loves!”
Their footsteps sounded all the way down the hallway to Leo's room. Upon closing the door, Logan pulled Leo in and wrapped his arms around Leo's neck. He was grinning eagerly. “Will there be much sleeping?”
Leo smiled, ducking down to wrap Logan fully in his arms. Logan played with his scalp, and Leo relaxed into it, letting out a yawn.
Finn laughed at him over Logan's shoulder, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I think there might be. You look tired, baby.”
Leo straightened. “No, I'm okay. I'm totally fine, we can-”
Logan pressed three fingers to his mouth. “Non. You were stressed with work and traveled all day on the train. You're tired, mon soleil.” He pressed his thumbs to Leo's cheeks, just below his lashes. “I can see it in your eyes.”
Leo sighed, tipping forward to press their foreheads together. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. “I'm exhausted. Tomorrow, I promise.”
Finn came up to press along Logan's back, a hand on Leo's ribs. “Sex isn't an obligation, love. It's a nice bonus, but only if you want it.”
Leo considered that for a moment. “I do want it. I want you.” He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. “But right now I want to shower and I want you to hold me.”
Finn brushed a few curls away from his face. “Can do, sunshine. We already showered, so you go ahead. We'll warm the bed up for you.”
Leo nodded, kissing each of their cheeks before pulling a pair of boxers and a towel from his closet, leaving them to get ready for bed.
The shower was warm against his skin. His hair felt greasy under his fingers, so he decided to wash it. He was just putting in some conditioner when there was a knock at the door.
“Le?” came Finn's voice. “Can we come in and brush our teeth and wash our faces?”
Leo smiled. He'd gotten them into Muggle skincare since they'd started dating, particularly Logan, to their collective surprise. He really loved a good moisturizer.
“Yeah,” he replied. “I'm almost done.”
He heard the popping of toothpaste caps and the cleanser bottle that Logan liked as he washed his body and rinsed out the conditioner. When he stepped out and grabbed a towel, he came face to face with Logan, who looked up at him through his lashes. Leo smiled. “What?”
Logan just kissed his chest. “Si beau.” He held up a few containers. “I bought you the face creams that you like.”
Leo just leaned down and kissed him.
After drying off and settling his boyfriends into bed, Leo went about applying lotion to his arms and legs. His skin got dry and cracked when it was cold, and he could already feel the chilly night air working its way into his bones.
“Allez,” Logan said. “Leo.”
“Just a moment, cariad. I've got to do my other leg.”
Logan huffed and slumped down against his pillow, arms crossed in frustration. Finn caught Leo's eye and winked. “Getting all nice and moisturized for us, baby?”
Leo rolled his eyes, but went to kneel on the end of the bed. “You wish. My skin gets dry when I'm cold.”
Finn patted the space next to him. “C'mere.”
Leo obliged, crawling up the mattress to lay in between them. Logan immediately settled himself on Leo's chest, his nose taking up its permanent resident just underneath Leo's chin. Finn wrapped an arm around Leo's torso and threw his leg over both of them.
“It feels good,” Finn said. “To be in bed all together again.” He nuzzled Leo's shoulder. “Love the weight of you.”
“I don’t sleep well,” Leo whispered. “Not without you.”
Logan made a discontent noise. “I don't like that.”
“I know,” Leo said, rubbing a hand up and down Logan's back. “But do you know what I do when I can't sleep?”
“What?” Finn asked, intrigued.
Leo turned his head to nudge their noses together. “I read the letters you send me, and I look at the pictures.” He kissed Finn lightly, then the top of Logan's head. “We have mirror calls almost four times a week, and yet you two still send me letters every couple of days.”
“We want you to know what's going through our heads,” Logan mumbled.
Leo pulled him tighter to his chest. “I love it more than anything.”
Finn scoffed, pinching his hip. “You don't love it more than us.”
Leo laughed. “That's true.” He closed his eyes. “I love you more than anything that ever has and ever will be.” He yawned, settling into the weight of their bodies and the heat their skin. “Nos da.”
“Good night, loves.”
“Bonne nuit. Je t’aime.”