the cubs having a lazing morning in?? i love your work btw xx
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Domestic fluff is actually my FAVORITE thing to write! I think that, simply because of the structure of longer works, we don't always get to see it in multi-chapter stories, so it's cool to be able to explore that in one-shots. The SW universe has so many wonderful characters and I love that we have the opportunity to imagine them in our own heads beyond the given canon. Such is the magic of reading. :)
Have a nice snuggly morning featuring America's Top Chef, Koala Backpack Gold Medal Olympian, and Chatterbox That Comes Up With A Million Nicknames!
All credits to @lumosinlove !!
Leo awoke to soft light filtering through their curtains and the gentle feeling of blunt nails scratching lightly up and down his back. His body was warm, even with the sheet pooled down by his hips. He blinked hard and took a deep inhale, rousing himself from a vague dream, to find Logan already staring back at him. Leo smiled and made a noise in the back of his throat, stretching with his arms above his head and his hands pushing at the headboard. Logan switched to all palm, massaging Leo’s lower back gently. “Bon matin, soleil.”
Leo peeked out at him with a grin. “Mornin’.”
Logan leaned in to kiss his forehead. “How’d you sleep?”
Leo nodded. “Okay. Thank you for rubbing my back.”
“Mm,” Logan said. “Anytime.”
“Fish?” Leo asked.
“Here, butter,” Finn whispered, morning voice raspy. His arms were wrapped around Logan’s torso and he gently reached over to caress Leo’s ribs. “Hi, sweetheart.”
“Hi.” Leo’s voice was soft and gentle. “Hi, Fish.”
Finn laughed, and Leo looked up in time to see him peek over Logan’s body, propped up on an elbow. He bent over to kiss at Logan’s neck and Leo smiled at them. Logan’s cheek was squished into the pillow, his grin wide. He shrugged his shoulder against Finn’s jaw as Finn worked his way down his neck; Finn pulled away with a smacking kiss and hooked his chin over Logan’s shoulder to look at Leo with soft eyes. “Howdy, butter baby.”
Leo closed his eyes again with a sigh, content and warm enough to just fall back asleep. But he let out a wheeze when, all of a sudden, he felt an arm wrap around his waist and pull. When he opened his eyes he was tucked against Logan’s chest, Finn now pushed up and away and laughing. Leo laughed, too, and reached up to nudge gently at Logan’s shoulder, forcing him onto his back and flopping down on top of him. He turned his head sideways to gaze out at Finn.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” Finn chuckled. He ran a hand through Leo’s hair. “Grumpy caught you?”
“Non,” Logan said defiantly. He had his arms secured around Leo’s shoulders. “Non, he’s not caught.”
Leo kissed his cheek. “Then what am I?”
“Snuggling.” Logan let out a content sound, a sigh mixed with a soft groan that had Finn and Leo smiling at each other. “You’re snuggling me.”
“I’m squishing you.”
“Non, you’re not. You’re like a weighted blanket.”
Finn snorted. “Oh, really, Tremblay? You like a weighted blanket, huh?”
“Mm, ouais.” He opened a sleepy eye at them. “Quoi?”
Leo pushed his face into Logan’s neck. “Nothing. I’m just not usually the weighted blanket. I like it.” He winked at Finn. “Someone else normally holds that position.”
Logan smacked at his hip lightly but didn’t say anything. Finn was on his side, looking at them lovingly and running a hand up and down Leo’s ribs. “What are we doing today?”
Leo took his hand. “I’ve got some of that homemade protein pancake dry mix left. I can make us breakfast.” He kissed Finn’s fingers. “Then the gym for training?”
Logan groaned. “We are on vacation. No morning gym.”
Finn smiled down at him. “Then when do we go to the gym, sweetheart?”
“Afternoon,” Logan grumbled. “Vacation. Lazy morning.”
“Sounds perfect,” Finn said. He laid back down on his pillow. “I love you.”
Leo just leaned in for a kiss. “Love you.” He pressed a kiss to Logan’s mouth, too. Logan reached up to trace his cheeks, green eyes soft. Leo kissed his nose, too. “Breakfast.”
“Non, stay.”
“Lo, I gotta make breakfast.”
“Stay.” Logan made a protesting noise when Leo went to stand up. He made grabby hands at him. “Peanut, come back.”
“Oh my God,” Finn said with an impressive eyeroll. “Come here, you big baby.” He rolled Logan onto him with a smacking forehead kiss. He looked to Leo. “We’ll come help you in five minutes, Le. Let grumpy get this out of his system.”
“I’m not grumpy.”
“Yes you are, honey,” Leo giggled. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s back and Finn’s nose then turned towards their closet. “But I love you very much. I’ll get dressed and go make breakfast.”
“Don’t get dressed.”
Leo hung his head back, flushing. “Lo…”
“Shirt off, please,” Finn requested.
Leo leaned out of the closet. “That’s how I burn myself with oil, honey.” He smiled at their matching groans. He flipped through his shirts on a clothes hanger and smiled, pulling one of Finn’s tank tops over his head. He walked out. “Okay?”
They both stared unabashedly at his arms and shoulders. Finn nodded. “Acceptable.”
Leo winked at them before heading to the kitchen and opening the cupboard, searching for the plastic tub with his homemade protein pancake dry-mix. From there it was easy: add the wet ingredientes, fry some eggs and turkey bacon, chop some fruit. He put on some low music, an old John Denver album that Finn liked, and hummed to himself as he set the kettle to boil. They’d all taken to black tea in the morning recently, what with the lack of an intense schedule, which Leo liked better. He enjoyed the act of putting the bags in the mug, pouring the water. Logan still liked his with a lot of honey, and Finn liked his plain, but with the tea bag in. Leo preferred a mix, with no milk and minimal honey and with no tea bag. He felt that that described their relationship perfectly: in the essence they belonged together, they were a unit- tea was tea, after all. But they brought something different and new to compliment one another, three distinct parts that made an inseparable whole.
Leo smiled as two arms came to wrap around his waist. “Hi, sweetheart.”
Logan just grunted into his back, planting his feet to take more of Leo’s weight. “Up.”
Leo snorted and looked over his shoulder to meet Logan’s green eyes. “You actually are a baby now.”
“Non, I’m not.” He sighed dejectedly. “You left me in bed.”
“To make you breakfast, sweetheart.”
Logan scowled. “Piggyback.”
“Lo, honey, I don’t want your feet to get burned or-”
“Leo.”
Leo sighed and raised his eyebrows. “Fine. Okay, okay, Lord.” He bent down and held his arms out behind him. “You’re sure good at getting what you want, huh?”
Logan smiled against his ear as he jumped onto Leo’s back, arms wrapping around his shoulders, legs around his hips. “It’s a special skill.”
Leo hummed and tilted his neck for the kisses that Logan was placing on his skin. Logan rested his chin on Leo’s shoulder contentedly, watching as Leo flipped their pancakes. Every now and then he would reach over his shoulder with fruit, sometimes a little bit of bacon. Logan thanked him with a kiss to his cheek every time. When Leo turned to grab some plates, he found Finn sat at the counter, watching them.
“Hi lovers,” Finn said with a smile. “You need help, nutter butter baby?”
Leo reached for his hand to kiss the back of it. “Can you get the butter, syrup, silverware, stuff like that, please?”
“Sure thing, baby.” Finn wrapped his knuckles on the counter and walked around to the other side, placing a kiss on Leo’s cheek before going to the utensil drawer. “Lo, what have you done?”
“I’m keeping Leo warm.”
Finn raised his eyebrows at him.
Logan laughed lowly. “I’ll clean up.” He kissed Leo’s cheek wetly. “Don’t worry, peanut, I got you.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Leo squeezed Logan’s thighs. “You wanna sit down?”
“Non.”
Finn pinched Logan’s hip. “We gotta eat, Tremz.”
“I’ll eat here.”
Leo laughed. “Logan.”
Logan grumbled. “Fine, fine, d’accord.” He sighed heavily.
Finn scoffed. “You poor baby. Poor baby boy.”
“Oui, I am.”
Leo just walked around the counter and set him down in a chair, soothing his disappointment with a kiss. Logan kept him there, hands in his hair and mouth on fire, until Leo pulled away and looked at him knowingly. Logan just sighed again. “At least I tried.”
“Poor baby boy,” Leo echoed. He went back to his pancakes, Finn kneading at his hips. “Can you get me the plates, please, honey? I’ll dish it up and then we’ll eat.” He jerked his head to their mugs. “Tea should be cool enough to drink now, too.”
“Thank you, baby,” Finn said with a final squeeze to Leo’s waist. “You always cook so well.”
Leo smiled and grabbed a spatula to serve their eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Finn spooned the fruit into bowls and grabbed their mugs to place in front of their seats.
Leo admired their handiwork with a warm feeling in his chest. He loved hockey, he really, truly did; but he and Finn were forced to miss Logan during the season, and meals were often rushed, even if they were together. Leo liked to take his time with his food, with his cooking, with his boys. He stepped up behind Finn to wrap him in a hug, tucking his face into his neck. Finn reached back to scratch his scalp and Leo sighed into it, looking at Logan over Finn’s shoulder.
“You okay, baby?” Finn asked.
Leo nodded. “Can we snuggle after this?”
Logan grinned at him where his fork was poised over his eggs. “Ouais.”
“Lazy morning,” Finn whispered, leaning his head back into Leo. “We can do whatever you want, sunshine.”
“I want to snuggle.”
Finn turned in his arms. “You okay, sweetheart?”
Leo furrowed his brow. “Yeah, why?”
“You don’t usually ask to snuggle.” He patted Leo’s butt lovingly. “That’s usually a Logan thing. Or a me thing.” When he saw Leo’s blush, he made a sound and kissed his cheek. “It’s not a bad thing, Le. It’s a very good thing, actually, we love you telling us what you want.”
“Ouais,” Logan agreed. “I’m always okay to snuggle.”
Finn snorted and looked over his shoulder. “We know that, Tremblay.”
Leo nudged his nose into Finn’s cheek. “I’m just happy that we’re together.”
“Yeah?” Finn said giddily. “Me, too.” He carded his fingers through Leo’s hair. “I’m a very lucky man. You’re sexy as fuck.” Leo laughed and Finn turned once again in his arms to face Logan. Leo stroked his hands over his stomach. “And you’re sexy as fuck.”
Logan was grinning so hard his eyes crinkled. “Vous deux aussi.”
“Oui baguette.” Finn brought Leo’s hands to his mouth to kiss them. “Let’s eat, sweet things.”
They sat on either side of Logan, conversation gentle and happy. Logan had an ankle intertwined around one of each of theirs, and he looked content and handsome in the kitchen light. Finn was relaxed, spending half the time chatting instead of eating, as per usual, and was the last one to finish. Logan was playing with the fingers of his left hand, which was not helping the slow eating issue, but Leo thought it was worth it to see the way Finn’s long, delicate fingers clutched at Logan’s thicker, veiny ones. Finn saw him looking and waved said fingers at him, making him laugh around his sip of tea. Logan pinched his nose and kissed him playfully before standing up to bring their plates to the sink. Finn went to help him, and Leo got a nice view of both of their back muscles working through their T-shirts as they cleaned together. Finn refilled his tea with a kiss to his forehead and a “you just sit there and look pretty, sunshine”, Logan smacking his butt to get him to focus back on the task in front of them. Finn rolled his eyes but complied, giving Logan’s own behind a hard pat in return.
“You know,” Leo said suddenly, interrupting their quiet bickering. “This was one of the things I dreamed about the most. When I thought of having a partner. Or, partners.”
“Pourquoi, soleil?” Logan’s eyes were gentle, loving.
Leo shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess- for me, it’s about companionship. You can go through the motions in any sort of relationship.” Leo waved his hand vaguely. “The dates, the kissing, even the sex- it can all… happen, you know?” He rested his cheek on his palm and met their soft gazes. “But this- this feeling. How calm I feel with you, how happy I am- I think that’s what makes it different. It’s companionship, it’s a life.” He stretched out his arms. “And that’s what I wanted, when I was younger.”
Finn smiled widely at him. “Well… I don’t know how to top that.”
Leo shook his head fondly. “You don’t have to. You’re the reason why I have this life.”
“Oh, baby.” Finn walked around the counter to kiss Leo’s smile gently. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” He turned to Logan. “You, too. C’mere, Lo.”
But Logan didn’t move, too busy flitting his eyes over both of their faces. He looked a little shocked, a little frozen, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Leo furrowed his brow. “Lo? You okay?”
Logan didn’t say anything as he walked around the counter and bullied himself in between them. Finn laughed as he forced his way into Leo’s lap, making the high chair wobble dangerously, and burrowed himself into Leo’s neck. “Soleil, you can’t just say things like that.”
Finn was still laughing, hands gently resting on Logan’s waist. “And why can’t he?”
“Because it- he can’t just…” Logan huffed. “He just can’t.”
“You know what I think?” Finn’s grin was mischievous and Leo shook his head exasperatedly at him.
“Quoi?”
“I think you’re flustered,” Finn said in Logan’s ear. “I think peanut went and flustered you, and you can’t handle it, and so you’re a grumpy boy. A grumpy baby boy.”
“I already told you, I’m not-”
“You so are.”
“Non, rouge, je ne suis pas-”
Leo sighed, taking matters into his own hands and interrupting Logan with a hard kiss. His body jerked, surprised, but after a moment he melted into it with a soft noise, shoulders relaxing under Leo’s hands. Leo grinned against Logan’s mouth before pulling away. “Snuggle?”
Finn pressed a kiss to Logan’s neck. “I have an idea. On the couch.”
He took both of their hands and led them to their living room, where he flopped down on their sofa lengthwise, back nestled against a pillow in the corner, legs spread in front of him. He patted at the space in between them and looked up at Leo. “Sit, gorgeous.”
Leo sat with his back to Finn’s chest and opened his arms for Logan to lie on top of him on his stomach. He sighed heavily, letting his weight go on Finn and burying his nose in Logan’s hair. “I love sitting like this,” he whispered.
He felt Finn grin into his own hair. “I know you do, sweetheart. You’ve loved it since the day we did this in the airport on our way to play Lo for the first time in New York.”
Logan lifted his head up. As if he couldn’t help himself, he reached up to play with Leo’s curls. “Quoi?”
Leo pushed Logan’s hair back from his forehead. “When we were in the airport, I sat with my back to Finn’s chest and fell right asleep.” He turned to look at Finn, whose eyes were soft and crinkled with his smile. “So we started sitting like this a lot, like he does with you.” Logan was smiling, too, when Leo faced him again, hand cupping his jaw. “We watch you play like this on the TV.”
“You do?” Logan asked. His lips were parted softly and he sighed. “That makes me happy.”
“Yeah?” Finn’s voice was a bit tight.
Logan nodded. “Ouais. Makes me happy to think you’re there. Gives me something to think about when you’re not.”
“Oh.” The word escaped Finn abruptly, as if he didn’t mean for it to. Leo laced their fingers where they were resting across Logan’s lower back. “Oh, baby…”
Logan smiled at them so softly it stole Leo’s breath. “Non, rouge, ne pleure pas, mon amour.”
“Sorry,” Finn got out. He pressed soft kisses into Leo’s neck. “You’re just so beautiful, it makes me, like- emotional.” He let out a laugh. “That’s so cheesy.”
Logan laughed, too. “Non, it’s good. Vous êtes tous les deux les plus beaux.”
“What?”
“He said we’re the most beautiful,” Leo whispered. He leaned back to kiss Finn’s jaw. “How’s that for topping me, huh?”
“No, not topping you,” Finn said. He ran a thumb over Logan’s bottom lip. “Just as good. Jesus, you both render me speechless.”
Leo snorted. “That’s not true.”
“Well, almost speechless. Closer than anyone else has ever got, at least.”
That got a full body laugh out of Logan, shaking against Leo’s body. “One day I’ll get you to be quiet.”
“Oh?” Leo could imagine Finn’s smile. “That sounds fun.”
Logan rolled his eyes, but was blushing. “Non, not that.” He sighed and rested his head against Leo’s chest again. “When I ask you to marry me.”
Now Leo could actually feel Finn’s smile, pressed against the skin below his ear. “Oh yeah? Who says you’ll get down on one knee first, Tremblay?”
“Yeah,” Leo agreed. “Might beat you to it.”
Logan just kissed Leo’s chest. “I just have a feeling.” He wiggled a little bit, settling right down. “Then we have sleepy mornings forever.”
“Ouais,” Leo whispered. “Sounds perfect.”
“Forever isn’t long enough,” Finn said. “Not nearly long enough.” He pulled them both snug against him. “I love you. Forever and even after that.”
“Je t’aime.”
Leo let out a breath and turned his face into Finn’s, a hand in Logan’s hair. “I love you.” He kissed Finn’s jaw with a grin. “Forever and a little bit more.”
“A lot more, sunshine, catch up.”
Leo snorted, then his snort grew into a laugh, and soon they were all laughing hard. It wasn’t even that funny, but they were laughing like it was the best joke they’d ever heard. Finn and Leo set Logan, who wasn’t a very loud laugher, off every time they looked at him. He crawled up Leo’s body to kiss him hard, then Finn, before sitting back on his heels. His smile was bright, as wide as Leo had ever seen it, and he was so gorgeous that Finn and Leo couldn’t look away. He scrunched his nose around his grin and stroked up and down Leo’s abs.
“I’m gonna love you forever,” Logan finally said with a content sigh. “Forever and a lot more.” He then flopped down dramatically on Leo with an oof and resumed his position as human koala extraordinaire. “Lots of lazy mornings.”
“Yeah,” Leo whispered. Finn kissed his cheek. “Lots and lots of lazy mornings. As many as you want, sweethearts.”
“C’est bien,” Logan said. He was falling asleep. “C’est bien.” Between one breath and the next, he was unconscious.
Finn squeezed them both tighter. “Sleep, butter. I’ll wake you up when it’s lunchtime.”
“Okay,” Leo said. He felt floaty and warm. “Love you.”
“Love you,” Finn replied softly. “Love you, love you, love you.”