Logan Tremblay - Blog Posts

You ever think abt how good Leo’s gaydar was? He really clocked Logan and Finn being in love. At the same time it makes me think abt how after Logan almost kissed him and Finn did kiss him he probably thought they were both just sad and missing each other and was full prepared to back off and be alone and let them have each other :(((( thank GOODNESS that’s not what happened tho

Thank GOODNESS!!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo closed the door to his bedroom behind him, thunking his head back against the wood with a sigh. He swallowed, closing his eyes and trying to control his breathing. His sweater stuck to his neck with a light layer of sweat.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He sucked in a breath and rubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck.”

He didn't know what had gotten into him. God, what was he doing? What was he doing, thinking about them like that? At the way Logan looked late at night on roadies, boxing himself in with blankets and pillows, nose in his sweatshirt and his eyes peeking out like some soft, cozy figment out of Leo's dreams; the way Finn always had a smile for him, rubbing Leo's ankles when they were sore and raving about how much he loved the food Leo cooked for him. And now, Logan almost kissing him- twice- and Finn watching them walk away, hand in June's but his eyes following Logan, and Leo didn't understand. He didn't understand the way that Finn's eyes also followed him, the way Logan's eyes followed the both of them- and he certainly didn't understand why it made him feel so warm, why it made his breath jump and heat pool at the base of his stomach. 

He groaned softly into his skin. He couldn't do this. He couldn't get in the way of whatever Logan and Finn weren't saying to each other. It was written all over their faces, but maybe that was half the problem. Everything was written on their faces for Leo and it drove him crazy. Crazy with frustration or crazy with want, he didn't know. Maybe they were one and the same.

From where he was against the door he could hear footsteps approaching in the hallway, muffled slightly through the wood. Finn’s knock sent vibrations down his back. “Leo? Nutty, you there?”

“Yeah,” Leo replied. He wiped his face one more time and turned to open the door. Finn looked so handsome in his dark blue pants and red sweater, glasses perched on his face. He would never admit it, but Leo thought Finn looked exactly how an English professor should look. That image did nothing to quell the confusing desire swirling around in his heart. 

Finn smiled at him gently. “Hey. You have fun at Dumo’s party?”

Leo tried for a smile back, but he knew it was shaky. “Yeah. Food was good. You? Did June enjoy herself?”

Finn looked taken aback, his smile faltering slightly. “Yeah, uh… yeah, she did, I think.”

“Good,” Leo said, looking down briefly, chewing the inside of his cheek. He couldn't look Finn in the eye. “She's nice.”

Finn’s expression was conflicted. “Yeah, yeah, she is.” He took a step forward. “Le, are you okay?”

Leo jerked his head up. He was going to sink to the floor if Finn continued to talk to him that gently. “Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Are you okay?”

Finn’s nod was hesitant. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. Listen, is-” He winced slightly, biting his lip nervously. “Is Logan okay?”

Leo clenched his jaw. He couldn't think about Logan without thinking of how warm his body had been in the Dumais’ basement. How his breath fanned against Leo’s mouth, how his eyes had closed- how his lips looked, as if waiting for Leo to kiss them. Leo had wanted so badly in that moment that the ache still lingered. But he couldn't say that to Finn.

“Honestly,” Leo said. His voice was strained, even to his own ears. “Honestly, Finn, I don't know. I think- I think he had too much to drink, and he- I think he's a little lonely.” 

Finn made a little broken sound in the back of his throat. “What?”

Leo nodded. “Or he feels- he feels lost.” Leo shrugged. “Maybe you should take him out to lunch over the break. Or invite him here, I can leave for a few hours.”

“No,” Finn said immediately, loud for the quiet room. He cleared his throat and lowered his tone. “No, no he'd want you there. I want you there, Le.”

Le. I want you there, Le. 

Leo was so confused.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “That sounds good.”

“Okay.” Finn took another step towards him. “Do you want a cup of tea, peanut? Before bed?”

Leo shook his head. Finn was close enough that, if Leo wanted to, he could lean in and kiss him. “No. Thank you, but I'm kind of tired.” He forced a chuckle. “Think I ate too much.”

Finn let out a breathy laugh. “Celeste’s cooking will do that to you.” 

He rocked back and forth a few times, then opened his arms to draw Leo into a hug. One hand pressed against the back of Leo’s neck, one underneath Leo’s other arm. Leo leaned into him, allowing himself a brief second to breathe in Finn’s scent and feel the soft fabric of his sweater against his neck. When they pulled away, Finn rested his hands on Leo’s ribs and bicep for a moment.

“I’m really glad you're here, Le,” he said. His eyes were like melted chocolate, so sweet and warm that Leo almost couldn't handle it. “Sleep well, okay?”

“Okay.” He reached behind himself to open his door. “G’night Harz.”

“Sleep tight, peanut.”

When Leo closed the door and sat on his soft mattress, warm lamp light glowing around him, he finally let the first tears fall.

***

“Hey, sweetheart,” Finn said. He put a hand on Leo's back and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. “You need any help?”

Leo shook his head, brow furrowed as he peered through Celeste's spice rack. He'd just had the paprika, now where did he-?

“Le?”

“Hm?”

Finn laughed softly, kneading Leo’s waist gently. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Where is the- ah!” He snatched the glass bottle, shaking it into the two large pots in front of him. “Okay. Okay, now it’s just gotta simmer.” He turned to Finn, who was smiling. “What?”

“Nothing.” Finn nosed his jaw. “You’re just so cute.”

Leo rolled his eyes to the ceiling in amusement as Finn peppered kisses to his jaw and neck. Really, he was just smushing his face into Leo’s skin. His lips were wet, and Leo felt his tongue poke out.

“No!” Leo laughed. He tried to pull away, but Finn just held him closer. “No licking in the kitchen.” Finn bit at his jaw, and Leo felt himself unravel. “Finn.”

Finn finally did pull away, a satisfied grin on his face. “I love you.” He looked at the pots. “Christmas chili almost done?”

Leo nodded, gazing at Finn’s side profile. “Yeah.” 

Finn’s glasses reflected the light of the kitchen, making his eyes look soft and warm behind the frames. He looked so good always, but especially in the winter, with his nice boots and the pants that hugged his thighs just right and his-

Leo unintentionally sucked in a breath. His sweaters. This sweater. The one he wore now, the same one he had worn that night that felt so far away, but really wasn’t. That night that had left Leo yearning for him, for Logan, in an acute way he’d never felt before.

Finn tilted his chin up to look at Leo. “You okay, Le?”

“Yeah, I-” He laughed at himself deprecatingly. “Sorry. You just- you look…”

Finn’s eyes were concerned. “I look…”

Leo sighed. “You remember Dumo’s first Christmas dinner I went to, my rookie season?” 

Finn nodded, hand sneaking under Leo’s waffle shirt to rub his skin. “Yeah.”

Leo sighed. “You were wearing the same sweater.”

“Oh.” Finn turned Leo away from the stove to face him fully. “Le…”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek. “I thought you looked so gorgeous. And then Logan almost kissed me, but he obviously wanted you, and I didn’t understand.” Leo looked him squarely in the eye. “And then at- at home, you asked if he was okay, and I…” Leo touched their foreheads together, breathing deeply with his eyes closed. “I just cared about you both so badly that I couldn’t get in the way of you wanting each other.”

“Oh, sunshine.” Finn pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

Leo pulled back, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. You just…” He looked Finn up and down. “You look like you did back then.” He smiled against the memory. “Except now you’re mine.”

“All yours, baby.” Finn kissed him hard. “But if you ever want to talk about it…”

Leo nodded, their noses brushing. “I’ll tell you. Promise.”

“Okay.” Finn wrapped him in a hug. “If it helps, I wanted you just as badly. And I was also very confused.”

Leo laughed, tucking his nose into Finn’s sweater. “I know you were.”

“Hey,” Finn protested. “I was pining over two very sexy men. I’m allowed to have a crisis over that.”

“You are.” He sighed into Finn’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you so much, baby. So, so much.”

They stayed there for a few moments, swaying in the oddly deserted kitchen. There was laughter coming through the entrance to the living room, the voices of their teammates and their families carrying over the sound of the bubbling chili. Leo let his weight go in Finn’s arms, almost being lulled to sleep- until a heavy body fell against his back.

“Oof,” Finn said, stumbling a bit. “Careful, Tremblay.”

Leo laughed, shifting to open his arm so Logan could press against him. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Hi, sweetheart. You okay?”

Logan’s smile was a little tipsy, his flushed cheeks scrunching. “Ouais.” He buried his face into Leo’s chest, the force of it making Leo stumble again.

“Oh, baby,” Finn said. He winked at Leo over Logan’s head. “Had something to drink?”

Logan grunted into Leo’s shirt. “Wine is so good.”

Finn barked out a laugh, cradling Logan in between them and ducking to kiss his neck. “When’s the last time you ate something?”

Logan shrugged, lifting his face up to look at Leo. “Breakfast?”

Leo whistled lowly. “No food before drinking?” He brushed a thumb over Logan’s slightly-tinted lips. “Honey, how many glasses did you have?”

“Je ne sais pas. Jackson just kept refilling my glass.”

“Oh no,” Finn said. He peppered Logan’s neck with kisses. “Gonna feel it in the morning.”

“Have some water, Lo,” Leo said, turning to reach for the cabinet with the glasses. He didn’t get very far, though, with Logan hanging off of him. He laughed. “Logan.”

“Peanut, don’t leave me!” 

Logan groaned when Leo pulled away to fill it up with water, narrowing his eyes when Leo held it to his lips. He sipped it slowly, draining the whole glass, green eyes challenging. Leo bit his lip around a smile.

When the glass was empty, Logan gasped out a breath. “Happy, soleil?”

Leo set the glass down. “Very.” He cupped Logan’s face. “You need to eat something soon, sweetheart.” 

Logan huffed, reaching up to wind his arms around Leo’s neck and pulling him into a hug. “Fish, ici.”

“I’m right here, ten.”

“Closer.”

“Okay, okay.” Finn pressed harder against Logan’s back. “Geez, you’re demanding when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not.”

Leo snorted into Logan’s hair. “You’re more than halfway there at least, sweetheart.” He kissed Logan’s forehead, then Finn’s where he was resting his chin on Logan’s shoulder. “Love you.”

“Je t’aime,” Logan sighed. He pulled back just enough to catch Leo’s eye. “What are we doing?”

“We’re cooking, sweetheart,” Leo said gently. “And reminiscing.”

“About what?”

Leo and Finn smiled at each other. Leo ducked his chin down to look at Logan again, brushing his hair out of his face. “About how much we want each other.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. He sighed and pressed into Leo’s chest. “Tell me later. I’m too tipsy to talk now.” 

“Yes you are,” Finn agreed. 

“I want you, too,” Logan said. He sounded halfway asleep. “I love you.”

Leo kissed his forehead once more before turning him in Finn’s arms, despite his protests. Finn cooed at him. “Poor baby.”

“Soleil,” Logan whined. “Come back.”

“I gotta finish the chili, honey. I’ll snuggle you at home, don’t worry.”

Logan groaned. “That’s so long away.”

Finn laughed. “I don’t think that was proper English.”

Logan smacked at his hip. “I’ll show you proper English.”

“Lo, baby, that doesn’t even make sense.”

Leo left them to their quiet bickering as he stirred the chili. Their voices warmed him, Logan’s comebacks slightly slurred and nonsensical. He could tell Finn was trying to hold in his laughter as Logan became increasingly opinionated, arguing for the sake of arguing while also burrowing his face into Finn’s neck. Eventually, their chatter subsided, and Logan was back to being sleepily cradled in Finn’s arms. Leo tapped the spoon on the side of one of the pots, deeming the chili sufficiently simmered, and turned to face his boyfriends again. Finn smiled, walking Logan backwards until he fell into Leo’s arms with a grunt. He settled right down again, a content sigh falling from his lips.

“Ready, baby?” Finn asked.

Leo smiled. “Ready.” He kissed Finn briefly, then Logan’s cheek. “Let’s call ‘em in for supper.”

cubs date night??? (like finn & leo, finn & logan, logan & leo, and all 3)

Yaaaaaaay date night! I LOVE the idea of dating your partner(s) forever- time together that is outside of the daily routine is so important!

Have a series of them (they are in no particular order, but LeLo's takes place right around the latest chapter of Vaincre!)!

P.S. Please do go listened to the John Denver songs listed they are beautiful, especially the first one- it really reminds me of how the Cubs love one another.

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

Logan and Finn

“What is this?”

Logan smiled at Finn's confusion. “A surprise, rouge.”

“I'm so confused,” Finn said. His brow was furrowed as he took in the store front. “What are we doing here?”

Logan tugged him by the hand through the door of the studio. “We're painting.”

“Huh?”

Logan rolled his eyes and kissed Finn's cheek. “Allez.” He smiled at the curly haired receptionist. Her smock was covered in paint, and there was even some in her bandana. “Hi. I booked a couple hours.”

She smiled back and opened a book in front of her. “Last name?”

“Tremblay.”

“Ah, gotcha,” she said, then penciled something in. She waved them along with a bright grin. “This way.” 

They passed by display cases of completed work, and a couple of classrooms where there were sculpting lessons. Finn's hand was warm on Logan's lower back as they eventually made their way to a large room. There were other couples and groups there, immersed in their work. The girl spun on her heel and gestured to a shelf.

“Blank pieces are here for you to choose from, and I set the glazes by your station. There are smocks, too. When you're done, find one of us, and we will put them in the kiln for you to pick up next week.” She led them to a table laden with small plastic pots of glazes and paints. “Make sure you don't go too thick or too thin. We'll be around if you have any questions.” She rapped her hands on the table then took a step back. “Have fun!”

“Merci,” Logan said softly. He turned to look at Finn. “So?”

Finn just grinned and kissed him hard. “You're such a sweetheart.” He looked to the shelves with the various blank clay pieces. “What do you think? Bowl? Plate?”

Logan hummed and scanned them with his eyes, Finn doing the same beside him. They both reached for a different item, and turned to look at each other at the same time. Finn had a large plate with a raised bowl in the middle.

“For Leo,” he said, blushing a little. “He's been making a lot of dips this summer. He'd like this, I think.”

Logan felt his heart skip a beat. “Yeah. He will.”

“What'd you choose?”

Logan held up the mug with a smile. It had a perfect thumb hold, and was tall enough to hold a lot of tea. Engraved on the side was a raised sun design. Finn clocked it immediately and bit around a grin. His eyes were warm when they looked into Logan's own. 

“We're hopeless, huh?” he sighed. “Leo leaves for one fishing weekend with Reg and we are barely surviving without him.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He brushed one hand up and down Finn's waist. “But that means we get to greet him when he walks through the door.”

Finn's expression turned excited. “Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I can't wait.” He jerked his head towards the table. “Let's get to work, ten.”

They attempted to make them a matching set- kind of. Logan had thought it was a weird suggestion when Finn brought it up, but he was sure Leo would appreciate it anyhow. His piece was admittedly neater than Finn's. The sun was perfectly yellow, with a gradient blue sky starting from its outline and working outwards around the mug. Finn had attempted the same, starting in the middle with the dip bowl and working towards the edges of the plate, but he'd been a bit heavy handed with the glaze and now the colors were starting to blur together.

He let out a frustrated groan. “I am absolutely butchering this.”

Logan laughed and leaned into his shoulder. Their ankles were crossed underneath the table. “Non, it'll look fine. Leo will love it anyway.”

“I know he will,” Finn said. “He will because he's Leo and he appreciates the littlest things, even if they are ugly.” He huffed. “But I want this to be perfect. He deserves perfection.”

“Ouais, he does,” Logan said softly. He considered Finn's work. “Maybe- maybe you try mixing them. Like tie-dye, or- what's the word? When you randomly mix a bunch of paint together?”

“Splatter paint?”

“Ouais, splatter paint.” He gestured to his own mug. “That way they'll be matching, but not exactly the same.” He pointed to the outside rim of the bowl. “You could put green there, oui? To make it transition?”

Finn laughed. “Since when did you become an expert in pottery?”

Logan blushed. “Non. It's just ‘cause it's Leo.”

Finn looked wistful. “Yeah.” He sighed and tilted his temple against Logan's. “I miss him.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. “Me too. But Reg is leaving for school soon. He won't see him for a while.”

“But you’re leaving soon. For New York.”

Finn's dejected voice tugged at Logan's heartstrings. “Ouais. Ouais, I know.” He kissed Finn's temple. “But we are people outside of us being together, too, rouge. And Reg means a lot to Leo.”

Finn sighed again. “I know. I know, I'm being silly. I just really miss him.” He turned to push his nose into Logan's neck. “I like doing stuff with friends during the day. But I like when we're all in bed together at night.” He pulled back to cup Logan's jaw and kiss him softly. “Don't like going to sleep without you two.”

Logan breathed out heavily. “Je sais. I know, it's hard.” He turned back to his mug. “Let's make these for Leo and surprise him with them next week. Then I'll take you out for dinner, then to bed, ouais?”

Finn smiled. “You bet you can take me to bed.”

Logan rolled his eyes but hooked his ankle more firmly around Finn's. “Allez. Soleil deserves perfection, so let's paint.”

***

Leo and Logan

“Mm, smells good, soleil.”

Leo smiled at Logan from where he was finishing up their cutlets. “Thanks honey. How was practice? Feel good about tomorrow?”

“Ouais,” Logan said, slipping off his shoes. He took Leo in, then noticed the dining room table, near his balcony doors, set with candles and a bottle of sparkling cider. He smiled. “You did this for me?”

Leo nodded, then turned back to the stove. “I thought we could have a date night while Fish is out for dinner with Alex. And you've been tired with the playoffs, so I figured staying in might be the best option.” When he didn't get a response, he looked up at Logan, brow furrowed. “Is that okay?”

But Logan was already walking towards him, smile bright and loving. “Oui. C'est bien.” He fell against Leo's chest to kiss him. “Je t'aime, soleil. Merci.”

Leo kissed him again. “Love you. Now go get changed, sweetheart. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Logan squeezed against his waist once more before going to their bedroom. Leo hummed along to the music playing through the speakers, his soft, old country playlist reverberating around the room. He had just finished placing the pans on the table when Logan appeared from their bedroom, making Leo stop in his tracks.

“You look… Lo, you look gorgeous.”

Logan smiled sheepishly. “So do you.”

Leo looked down at himself, in his navy jeans and dark salmon waffle shirt, then at Logan in his black pants and plum button down and was lost for words. Logan’s hair was curlier, too, now that it was longer, and framed his face in a middle part. His eyes were jewel-like as they roved over the table setting, and Leo was so, so in love with him. He said as much.

“I'm so, so in love with you.” He walked forward to cup Logan's face. “God, Lo. You’re just… you’re so gorgeous. You're so gorgeous.”

Logan scrunched his nose around his Finn impression. “Look who's talking.”

Leo laughed, but rubbed his thumbs over Logan's sharp cheekbones, holding his gentle gaze. “I know, I know, but you… Logan, sometimes Finn and I don't know what to do, you're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful, sweetheart, all the time.” He leaned down to kiss Logan softly. “But especially in person.”

That seemed to rile Logan up, and he sighed heavily through his nose and kissed Leo deeper. He was gripping Leo's shirt in his hands, pulling Leo down to where he was, and it made Leo dizzy.

“Honey,” Leo gasped out between kisses. “Honey, the food's getting cold.”

“Mm,” Logan groaned. “One more.”

Leo complied, smiling against Logan's mouth before drawing them apart. Logan's face fit perfectly in between his palms and he kissed his forehead before nodding towards the table. “Let's eat, sweetheart.”

Logan laughed as Leo pulled out his chair. “I really like the sparkling cider.”

Leo blushed. “Well, no alcohol because of the playoffs. I just wanted it to still be special.”

Logan took his hand and kissed it. “I love it, soleil. I love you.”

Leo smiled and placed a cutlet on Logan's plate, topped with arugula and tomatoes marinated in their own juices with garlic and basil, a lemon on the side to squirt the juice over the dish. “Love you, sweetheart. Eat, before it gets cold.”

Logan complied, tangling his ankles with Leo's when he sat across from him. His New York apartment would never be home, not like in Gryffindor, but Leo did like having a dining room table to sit at instead of just sitting at the bar stools by the counter. He especially loved to watch Logan enjoy the table, laden with perfectly assembled food and place settings, like at a fancy restaurant. He looked happy, content, and more relaxed than Leo had seen him in a long time.

Their chatter was gentle, as it so often tended to be. Finn was the main conversationalist, and Logan never felt like he had to say anything, but also never felt like he couldn't. Leo usually made himself to be whatever the other person needed him to be in the moment. He sat with Logan in silence or quiet conversation, or made him laugh loudly with his sharp wit. He could read Logan like an open book, and Logan had once said to him that he wondered what he ever felt like he had to hide anyway.

“Merci, Le,” he said after they’d finished. He was playing with Leo’s fingers. “That was delicious, mon coeur.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Leo replied, standing to clear their plates.

“Non, non,” Logan protested, batting his hands away. “Let me clean, mon chou, you cooked.”

Leo raised his eyebrows teasingly. “Am I going to have to rewash dishes?”

Logan rolled his eyes and stacked their plates. “Fish only has to do that sometimes. I’ve gotten better since living on my own.”

Leo’s smile was a bit joking, and a bit sad. “Well, whatever it takes, I guess.” He kissed Logan briefly. “I’ll dry, then.”

They worked quietly side by side, and Logan triple checked to make sure each plate was clean. He was focused, his tongue poking out in the way that made Finn and Leo laugh. Leo smiled and kissed the side of his head. 

“I've got some dessert,” Leo said, breaking their silence. “If you want something sweet.”

“According to Fish, I am something sweet.”

Leo bumped him with his hip. “And he's right.” Leo sorted the utensils into their drawer. “And then I was thinking we'd have to just go to sleep, even before Finn gets home. Want you rested for the game tomorrow.” 

Logan sighed. “I'm sorry.”

Leo shook his head hard. “No, no, Lo, don't be sorry. We're so proud of you.” He kissed Logan’s forehead. “We'll finish this, eat, then bed. Okay?”

Logan was placing the last pan on the drying rack when Leo moved to the fridge. He furrowed his brow quizzically, then made an ah! sound when he found what he’d been looking for. 

“Not necessarily on the diet plan, but I figured an exception could be made for date night,” he said, holding up a plate with a large piece of cake. “The New York Blackout Cake from that place Finn brought us to.”

Logan bit his lip and looked Leo up and down. Leo looked him up and down, too, everything from his soft curls falling over his face to the eager way he was looking at Leo holding the cake. Leo watched as a conflicted feeling made its way across Logan’s expression. Logan watched Leo's face as Leo caught on, too. 

Leo set the plate down on the counter. “What's wrong, sweetheart?”

“I just…” Logan sighed, closing his eyes and hanging his head back. He didn’t quite know how to find the English words, sometimes. “I just want to rest with you.”

Leo moved into his space and cupped his hips gently. Logan reached up to play with his hair, looking into Leo’s eyes as he tried to understand. “What do you mean, Lo?” He ducked down. “Dites-moi.”

Logan sighed, then continued in French. “I want to go to bed with you and not have to get up and do anything. I want to- I want to go to bed early to stay up late with you, not because I have to sleep enough for a game. And I-” He took a deep breath and pulled Leo close, brushing their noses together. “I want you, Le. It’s been so long, and I want you, but we have to be careful because of the playoffs, and I-” He made a low groan in the back of his throat. His breath was hot against Leo’s cheek. “I just want to rest with you. To be with you.” He kissed Leo hard. “I missed you, mon soleil.”

Leo shuddered, breathing quick and shaky. “I’m sorry, Lo. I’m sorry I said anything about- about going to sleep early, I-”

“Sh, sh,” Logan hushed. He tucked himself under Leo’s chin. “It’s because you care. I love that about you.” He looked up at him. “Let’s eat our cake, oui? Then we go to bed.” Logan sighed and pushed himself further into Leo’s chest. “I want some rest more than none at all.”

“Soon, sweetheart,” Leo said, pulling back to rub up and down Logan’s arms. He jerked his head to the table. “C’mere, you can sit on my lap and I can feed you.”

Logan laughed and took the hand Leo offered, his other holding the cake. Leo did insist on feeding him, taking a bite for himself every now and then. Mostly, he just smiled at Logan, laughing softly as Logan told him about Percy putting shaving cream in Saint and Alex’s gloves, which had them chasing him around the arena with bottles of their own cream provided by Will. Apparently, he was invested in putting a stop to Percy’s practical pranking streak- Percy spent way too much time buying shaving cream, he said. 

With every laugh, Leo wrapped Logan up tighter with his free arm until there was no space between them. After Leo took the final bite of cake, Logan kissed him just to taste it off his tongue. Leo obliged for a minute, then insisted that they get ready for bed.

“I want you to be comfy, sweetheart,” Leo said softly. “Then we can spend some more time together, but I want you ready for bed so you can just fall asleep when you need to.”

Logan told him didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky.

Later, after brushing their teeth and Leo forcing him through a skincare routine, Logan sat straddled in Leo’s lap, kissing him languidly with his arms thrown across Leo’s shoulders, Leo’s hands running up and down his back. It felt good, to kiss just to kiss when they hadn’t had the time to in so long. Logan’s body was warm against his own, skin against skin now that they were just in their boxers. Logan let his head fall back with a slightly wanton sound as Leo moved down to kiss at his neck, scraping his teeth against the hinge of Logan’s jaw like he liked. Leo couldn’t help the pool of arousal working its way up his spine.

“Fuck,” he gasped suddenly, pulling back. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess from Logan’s hands. “Fuck, we have to stop. We have to stop, we have to go to bed.” He blinked hard. “You need to sleep, oh God.”

Logan kissed him softly. “I want you.”

Leo sucked in a breath. “Logan, you can’t say that, not when we can’t-”

“Ouais, we can,” Logan whispered. He settled himself more firmly in the cradle of Leo’s hips. “We can go slow. I’ll be okay, mon coeur, I’m asking you to.” He sighed. “I missed you, Le.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. It didn’t take him long to decide, but he hoped his eyes conveyed he was still a bit worried. “Okay. Okay, but we have to go so slow-”

“Ouais,” Logan interrupted, suddenly urgent. “Ouais, yes, yes.” He bent to suck at Leo’s neck. “Leo.”

“I love you,” Leo gasped. “I love you so much.”

Then, in the dim light of their bedside lamp, Leo let Logan’s everything fill him up and held tightly to his body as he kissed Leo gently back against the pillows. 

***

Finn and Leo

“How’s this, Le?”

Leo nodded, smiling at the way Finn patted the cushioned chair beside his own at the high top table. Finn smiled back, enjoying the way Leo looked golden under the dim cafe lights. He had seen the local band advertised a few days ago, coincidentally playing in his favorite cafe, and had immediately texted Leo demanding a date night.

Besides, he didn't want to be in their apartment any longer than he had to. Not when the winter nights left him cold on one side because Logan wasn't there to warm him up. 

They had just played their last game before the All Star break, a matinee, and he could feel that excitement that preceded a vacation, even a stay at home one. He could tell that Leo did, too, with the way he'd been laughing freely that afternoon as he had cooked them an early dinner, the way he’d kissed Finn happily after Finn had held the door open for him to get out of the car. He looked sweet tonight, in his white wool sweater and jeans, golden chain peeking out when it caught the light. Finn took his hand and kissed it. “What do you want, sunshine? I’ll go to the bar and order.”

Leo smiled brightly. “You know what I want.” He leaned across the table and nudged their noses. “And a couple of those blueberry scones, if they still have them, please.”

“You got it,” Finn said, then kissed him briefly and walked to the bar. 

The bartender smiled at him when he approached. “Finn,” he said. “The usual?”

“You know it, Marius,” Finn replied with a grin. “And a Dark ‘n Stormy for Le. Oh, and two of those blueberry scones, if they're still around, please?”

Marius nodded, already grabbing a shaker. “We always have them for our favorite food critic. Usual table?”

“Yep, thank you.” Finn slapped some bills on the bar. “Keep the change.”

“This is why you’re my favorite, O’Hara!” Marius called as Finn walked away.

Finn spun and gave him a thumbs up before turning back to walk towards their high top. Leo smiled and reached out his arms, Finn swaying into the cradle of his legs and rubbing his hands up and down Leo’s thighs. “Howdy, nutter butter.”

“Hi,” Leo said softly. “Usual?”

“Always, baby.” Finn kissed his cheek. “Got a couple scones for you. You’re their favorite food critic.”

Leo blushed happily. “That’s sweet.”

“Here we are,” a voice said behind them. A young woman about Leo’s age with long, dark hair placed a tray on their table. “One Manhattan, one Dark ‘n Stormy, and two blueberry scones for you.”

“Thanks, Isha,” Leo said, rubbing a thumb on Finn’s hip. “How’re classes?”

Isha scoffed. “Way harder than whatever hockey you're playing.”

Finn laughed. “I’ll drink to that. Hey, if you do well in fashion school, we’ll commission your first pieces, how does that sound?”

Isha rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Fine. But I hope you like colorful suits, because I make nothing short of fabulous.”

“Amen,” Leo said, reaching to take a sip of his drink. “I’m tired of black and navy.”

She knocked on their table. “I’ll leave you to it, guys. Enjoy!”

They waved her off, then Finn pulled away to sit on his own stool. “I’m kind of excited for the band. Haven’t seen them before.”

Leo hummed and picked up a scone. “Reg went out with Sirius and Remus to see them at the park the other week. Said they’re pretty acoustic.” He took a bite. “Fuck, these are good. Want some?”

Finn smiled and hooked their ankles together. “Nah, baby. I’m fine just sitting here looking at you.”

Leo rolled his eyes. His cheeks were red. “You’re so funny about that.”

“Uh, there’s nothing funny about it. I’ll sit and stare at you and Lo for hours. We’ll test it sometime.”

“You sure you can sit still for that long?” Leo’s eyes were playful.

Finn leaned in. “Sure, if there’s a reward.”

Leo laughed. “If that’s the case, I’m not sure Logan will sit still that long, either.” He straightened. “Hey, look, they’re starting.”

The band was small. A vocalist, guitarist, bassist. A keyboard player. The percussionist had a kit, but also a lot of small instruments Finn didn’t know the name of. They introduced themselves briefly, the vocalist swinging their long hair over their shoulder, then the drummer counted them off. They were a bit folk, almost country.

“Your taste in music, huh, Le?”

“Yeah.” Leo nodded, watching intently. He turned to look at Finn with a smile and reached out his hand. “Thanks for taking me.”

Finn tugged him. “C’mere.”

He led Leo over to stand back to chest with him. Sat on the high stool, Finn was the perfect height to rest his chin on Leo’s shoulder and watch. The skin of Leo’s neck was warm against his cheek, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Leo’s waist. Leo sighed and relaxed back into him, covering Finn’s hands with his own.

“I’m ready for a vacation,” Leo said softly. “Feels like that last roadie went on for ages.”

“Hm,” Finn agreed. He kissed Leo’s skin. “Can’t wait to have you to myself for a few days.”

He could feel Leo smile. “All for you? What if Logan wants me?”

“You’re both all for me,” Finn countered. He buried his nose into Leo’s soft sweater. “All mine.”

Leo leaned back to look at him. “All yours.” He twisted slightly, bringing one hand up to cup Finn’s jaw. “What’s wrong?”

Finn bent to tuck his nose behind Leo’s neck, out of view from the rest of the people. “Miss him.”

“I know,” Leo said, scratching his scalp. “But he’ll be driving home tomorrow after his game. Early, too, it’s at one ‘o clock.”

“I know,” Finn sighed. “And I can’t wait to have a week with both of you, but- it’s just a week.”

This part of the season was always the most difficult. Time spent with Logan was finite and few and far between. They missed him constantly, like a bruise, and trying to fit everything in was impossible. They’d gotten better at not doing that after it made Leo have an anxiety-fused meltdown trying to make all of Logan’s favorite foods during the last All Star break. Now, they mostly enjoyed being in each other’s presence wherever they were: going out to dinner, going for a walk, helping Leo in the kitchen, even cleaning their apartment. But it still didn’t make them hold Logan any less tight when they bid him goodbye.

Leo saw right through him. He kissed the side of Finn’s head. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Finn lifted his head. Leo’s eyes were soft, his hand gentle as he cupped Finn’s cheek. Finn kissed his engagement ring. “I love you.”

Leo smiled and nudged their noses together. “I love you.” He kissed Finn lightly. “How about this? Tomorrow, we get up and go for a run, then stop by the bakery on the way back and the indoor farmer’s market at the church. I’ll make some nice BLTs and potato wedges for lunch while we watch Logan play, then we sit and cuddle and read until he gets home.”

Finn smiled. “Yeah, okay.” He pressed their temples together. “And tonight?”

Leo’s grin was sly. “We’ll finish here, then you’ll take me to bed. Then tomorrow you take us both to bed.”

Finn laughed softly. “I love that.” He kissed Leo again. “Thank you.”

Leo nodded, then turned back towards the band. “You’re forever for us, sweetheart. After all this hockey is done, we’ll still want you.”

Finn nodded and pressed his lips to Leo’s neck. “Yeah. Yeah, I like forever.”

Leo snorted. “You love forever.” He wiggled further into Finn’s arms. “Now hold me close, O’Hara, the band’s not done.”

Finn squeezed him tighter, settling into Leo’s body as the band wrapped up another song. There was light applause, then the lead singer was smiling at them from the small, raised stage.

“This next one’s a cover,” they said. “An oldie, but a goodie. It’s, in my opinion, one of the most romantic songs to have ever been written, and we love playing it for folks.”

The percussionist picked up a couple shaker eggs, and the keyboardist and bassist a couple violins. Finn raised his eyebrows, intrigued.

“Alright, here we go.”

When the first notes played, Finn gasped out a laugh.

Leo patted his thigh. “What?”

“Nothing,” Finn said with a smile, voice a little tight. Leo turned to look at him fully, eyebrows furrowed. Finn shook his head. “Nothing, it’s just- Lo and I were reading together, this summer, when you were calling your parents to tell them we were engaged.” He bit his lip at the memory. “We were listening to the John Denver vinyl, and this song came on. Lo said it always reminded him of you.”

Leo smiled. “Yeah? Annie’s Song?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. He said this one, and the other one. About the sun.”

“Sunshine On My Shoulders.”

“Yes, that one.” Finn took a shaky breath. “And he said he wants to dance to them with you at our wedding.”

Leo’s smile was so wide both dimples appeared. “He does?”

Finn used a finger to turn Leo to face him more directly. His eyes were watering. “Mm hm.”

“And what’d you say?”

Finn kissed him. “I said that if he gets two first dances with you, then I get two with each of you, too. Then we get two to dance all together.”

Leo laughed. “People are going to get sick of watching us.”

“I don’t care,” Finn said. “They don’t even have to be there.”

“My mama would be so mad.”

“Well, she can come and watch if she wants, but when you two are dancing, I won’t be a good conversationalist.” He nosed at Leo’s neck. “I’ll be too busy watching my husbands.”

Leo sucked in a breath. “Your husbands.”

“My husbands.”

“All yours.”

“All mine.”

Leo gripped his hair to draw him into a deep kiss, too needy for a public setting. When he pulled back, his face was flushed and his voice a little high. “Take me home. Please, Finn.”

Finn sighed happily. The sound of the violins carried over the crowd. “After this song,” he whispered. He settled back against the chair and closed his eyes with a smile, tucking Leo’s face into his neck, hand in his curls. “I’m imagining my husbands dancing.”

***

The Cubs

“You want to take them where?”

“To the spa, Layla,” Leo said. “The one Lily gave you vouchers for for your birthday. The really good new one, owned by the lesbian couple?”

“Oh, that place is fantastic.”

Leo and Layla looked over to Thomas, who was contentedly sitting in his ice bath. 

Layla looked amused. “You been, Talky?”

“Have I? Fuck, Kasey, James, and I got our relaxation on with the girls one day. Best day of my life.” He snorted. “And I know Kasey went back with Alex and Natalie. Apparently Alex fell asleep in the massage chair.”

That made Leo and Layla laugh. She turned back to massage out his tight quad. “I can give you the phone number, Nut. You going during Christmas?”

Lep nodded. “Yeah, I said I wanted to take them out on a date when Logan’s home for a couple days. Figured this would be relaxing.” He shrugged. “Plus, I figured it’d be a bit… safer for us, you know? They’ve got a three or more persons relationship package.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You think Finn can sit still that long?”

“If he’s in a comfy chair, sure. He loves a good chair.”

Thomas snorted. “I swear, he’s an old man. When he reads he slides his glasses down his nose.”

Leo smiled. “I know. He’ll be such a sexy old man.”

“And that’s enough for today, I think,” Layla said, looking at him pointedly. “Up you get, go shower. I’ll text you the number.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Leo said brightly. “I’ll bake you a pie as a thank you.”

“Pecan, please!” she called out after him.

“You got it!”

***

Logan looked confusedly at the building in front of them. “You are taking us…”

“...to a spa?” Finn finished. “What for?”

Leo smiled. “You’ll see.”

“This better be worth leaving our bed,” Logan grumbled.

Leo took his hand and kissed his cheek. “Promise, honey. It’s to get you to relax.”

Logan cocked an eyebrow. “You already know how to get me relaxed.”

“Tremblay,” Finn scolded gently. “Public indecency is not how I want to go to jail!”

Leo left them to their quiet bickering and approached the desk attendant. She had brown hair that faded into purple waves at the ends and a pronoun pin that said Izzy she/her on it. “Hi, ma’am. Reservation for three people at 2 o’clock for Leo Knut?”

She smiled back. “Hi there, Leo. You can follow me!”

They were led back to a changing room, where they were instructed to dress themselves in the robes folded on the benches. The room smelled like eucalyptus. 

Finn looked around at the space. “Wowzers. This place is nice.” He looked up at the wall, where there were various Pride flags hung up, as there were all over the building. “Cute.”

“How’d you find it, Le?” Logan asked.

Leo reached down to play with his fingers, poking out of the robe sleeves. It was a little big on him. “Layla. She gave me the number. We got a package.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Like a couple’s package?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, but they do relationship packages for more than two people.” He blushed a little, biting his cheek. “I know we want to spend as much time together as possible, but I thought it’d be relaxing. We don’t always get to do this stuff, you know? At least not like other people.” He shrugged, ducking down a little. “I thought it’d be romantic.”

Logan smiled brightly at him, looping his arms around Leo’s waist and falling onto his chest with a sigh. “It is romantic, soleil.” He stood on his toes to kiss Leo gently. “You’re just so…”

“Sweet?” Finn supplied.

“Oui. The sweetest.” He bit Leo’s jaw. “Like candy.”

Finn made an eager little sound and pressed a burst of kisses to Leo’s cheek. “Does that mean we get to eat you, sunshine? Because I’m so game for that.”

Leo shook his head, but was grinning. “Later. First it’s massage time.”

Three people knocked on the door and led them to three massage tables, lined up side by side. Leo’s masseuse, Leanna, instructed him to take his robe off and lay down with a towel around his hips. He did as told, and sighed deeply when she began rubbing lotion on him and working on his upper back.

“Jesus Christ,” a voice came. It was Logan’s masseuse, Iris. “I’m going to break my hands, you’ve got so many knots. What is it you said you did again?”

“Professional hockey players,” Finn replied. He sounded halfway asleep. “He also frequently gets into fights.”

“Fish.”

Iris sighed. “That’ll do it.” Leo laughed as he heard their knuckles crack. “Let’s get to work then, Logan. I’m going to have you so unwound, it’ll be like magic.”

***

About an hour later, when they were declared done, Logan and Leo sat up, Logan rolling his shoulders and neck. Their masseuses turned away politely to let them put their robes back on, then Logan let out a satisfied groan. He looked at Iris with wide eyes. “Merde. You really did work magic.”

Iris smiled. “You gave me a run for my money. My elbow could only dig so far into those big muscles of yours.”

A knock on the door interrupted their laughter, and Izzy poked her head in. “We all good here? The next room is ready for you.”

“Hi, baby,” Iris said. “We’re all done.” They jerked their head at Logan. “This one had knots the size of a baseball.”

Izzy winced. “Yikes. Leanna, Felicity, any trouble?”

Felicity shook her head. “No.” She looked to Finn. “But I think he’s asleep.”

Indeed, Finn had fallen asleep. His breathing was even, and there were soft snores coming from where his face was poking through the head rest.

They all laughed softly, and Logan hopped off his bed to crouch beside Finn. “Rouge,” he whispered. “Rouge, wake up. Gotta get dressed.” When Finn still didn’t stir he kissed his back. “Finn.”

Finn jerked awake at his name, almost letting the towel slide down. Leo acted quickly and held it for him. “No nudity here, O’Hara.”

The masseuses laughed, and Finn pushed up onto his elbows in surprise. He blinked hard. “Oh man.” He tilted his head up to look at Logan, who gazed at him adoringly. “I took a nap.”

“That you did,” Felicity said with a grin. She clapped her hands. “Robe on, let’s go. You get face masks next.”

***

“You boys want anything to drink?” Isaiah, one of their estheticians, said. He was mixing Leo’s face mask. The other esthetician, Marcy, was washing up from doing Finn’s. “We got iced tea, fruity iced tea, lemonade, green juice.”

Leo looked to Logan, who was relaxed against his chair, a ridiculous blue mask on his face and cucumbers on his eyes. Finn’s brown eyes were peeking out from his white mask, his own cucumber slices in his hand as he considered.

“You have sweet tea?” Leo asked.

Isaiah smiled and nodded “I thought I detected a southern accent. Where are you from?”

“New Orleans, sir.”

“Savannah.”

Leo laughed. “I’m in good company, then.”

Isaiah winked and turned to Finn. “Anything for you?”

Finn nodded. “Unsweetened iced tea with lemon for me, thanks.” He jerked his head at Logan. “He’ll take the sweetest drink you got in your largest glass, please.”

“Ouais, s'il vous plaît,” Logan sighed happily.

Marcy laughed. “I’ll go grab them for you. You finish with Leo, Isaiah, I’ll be right back.”

She slipped out the door, then Isaiah turned to Leo. “Alright, let’s get to work.” He peered at Leo’s face. “I can’t believe how good your skin already is.”

Leo blushed. He thought about his acne scars on his cheek and jaw. “Really?” 

“Yeah,” Isaiah said. “You moisturize really well, which is the most important thing.” He brushed his fingers on Leo’s jaw. “I know you’ve got blemishes here, but considering you spend your days with a mask over your sweaty face, your skin is fantastic. Your scars don’t seem irritated- they should heal, and your pores are still pretty clear.” He raised his eyebrows at Logan. “Unlike Mr. Blackheads over there.”

That made Leo laugh. “I’m working on it. They were both frat boys; skin care isn’t their forte.”

Isaiah looked amused. “Frat boys? Didn’t know they came in the polyamorous variety.”

Leo shrugged. “Me neither.” He roved his eyes over Finn and Logan’s bodies. “Got lucky I guess.”

Isaiah smiled. “Alright, loverboy. Close your eyes.”

The mask was cool against his face as Isaiah applied it in smooth strokes with his plastic spatula. It relaxed him against the seat, along with the cool air and the soft music of the room. If he listened close enough, he could hear Logan and Finn breathing beside him.

A knock sounded at the door, then Marcy walked in carrying a tray. “Order up.”

Leo watched amusedly as Logan straightened and held out his hand when Marcy instructed him to. His drink was indeed in a tall glass and looked like a sunset, yellow liquid fading into orange, then pink. There were bits of fruit floating in it. He took a sip, nodding approvingly. “Ouais,” he sighed. He then relaxed back into the chair, cucumber eyes and all, straw resting in his mouth. “Ouais. Merci.”

They all laughed, Finn and Leo saying a polite thanks when they were given their tea. Leo took a sip, letting the thick, sugary taste settle over his tongue before leaning back to let Isaiah place cucumbers over his eyes.

“Twenty for the mask and the cukes, okay? We’ll leave you for a bit.”

“Thank you,” Leo said, then the click of the door left them just with each other.

They laid in silence for a while, each basking in the relaxation. Every now and then Logan would let out a happy little sound as he sipped his tea. After a few minutes, Leo felt Finn’s long, dexterous fingers take his own. 

“Thanks for taking us, Le, baby,” he said softly with a squeeze to Leo’s hand. “You’re so sweet.”

Leo squeezed back. “Thanks for going along with it.” He fiddled with Finn’s fingers some more. “I didn’t know if you’d like it or not.”

“Non,” Logan sighed. “I love it.”

Finn scoffed. “Of course you would, you absolutely pampered baby. You get massages at home, too!”

Leo could imagine Logan’s smirk. “Ouais. I bat my eyelashes and you give me anything I want.”

Finn scoffed again, but didn’t protest. 

Leo tugged at him gently. “I love you, sweethearts.”

“Je t’aime.”

“Love you, lovers.” There was the thud of Finn’s head falling against his seat. “You know, this skincare thing isn’t so bad. Might have to do face mask date nights at home.”

That got a laugh out of Leo. “Whatever you want, honey.”

They were interrupted by another knock on the door and it creaking open. “We all set here, boys?”

“Come in!” Leo called. 

Two pairs of footsteps sounded, then some running water. There was a deep sigh from Isaiah. “Alright, Mr. Blackheads. Let’s see how we did.”

Leo took the cucumbers off his eyes to watch Marcy and Isaiah wash off his boys’ masks and apply some moisturizer, Isaiah with a pointed look at Logan and some containers.

“A sample of the mask and the cream,” he said. “My parting gift to you.”

Logan smiled sheepishly. “Merci.”

Finally, Marcy washed off Leo’s own mask and applied some moisturizer, peering at his skin. “You want a sample of the mask, too? I think it’ll help the scarring reduce quicker, especially since you’ve already taken such good care of your skin.”

Leo nodded and accepted the small container with a blush. “Thank you.”

Finn leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Pretty baby.” He flopped dramatically against his chair. “I don’t wanna leave.” He pouted. “Can we come back?”

Marcy laughed. “We’ll happily let you blow your NHL salary on us.” She walked towards the door. “You can change into your clothes and then pay at reception on the way out!”

They thanked them both, then went to the changing room to put their clothes on. Finn took one look at them and whistled lowly. “You two are glowing. Got my own shiny Greek god statues.” 

Leo looked down at himself. He supposed the massage lotion had made him pretty shiny. When he caught Finn's eye again, he was staring. “Harz,” Leo laughed.

“Mm?” Finn was not really paying attention.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

“But I don't want to look at your eyes.”

Logan laughed, shucking off his robe completely. “Rouge. Time to change.”

When Finn turned to Logan, he raised his eyebrows higher. He focused in on Logan's pecs. “Would you be open to public indecency?”

Leo scoffed. “No way. I'm not sweating or washing all this moisturizer off. Gotta let it sit on the skin for a bit.”

Finn groaned, reaching for his shirt. “But how long?”

“Probably a good few hours, honey.”

That did not seem to help the situation. “No,” Finn whined. “I did not sign up for this. Peanut.”

Leo laughed as he pulled his jeans up, leaning to press a lingering kiss to the side of Finn's head. “You'll be okay, sweetheart. Just until, like, ten o'clock tonight, okay?”

Finn bonked his head against Leo's shoulder. “I'm setting an alarm,” he grunted  “You can't get out of Christmas break sex.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, mon coeur “ Logan said with a brief kiss to Finn's cheek. “D'accord, let's go. Want to go to the Sunstone for dinner?”

“Hey, this is my date I'm taking you on,” Leo pouted.

Logan looked over his shoulder with a smirk as he opened the door. “I didn't say I would be paying. Allez.”

They walked out to the reception desk, Leo pulling out his credit card. Izzy smiled at him and she pulled his charge up on the computer. “Did you have fun?”

Leo nodded. “Absolutely. Y'all might have tricked them into skincare.”

She laughed. “Yeah, that tends to be a theme with most men.” She took his card and swiped it, handing it back with a flourish. “You're all set!”

“Thank you,” Leo said, placing some bills on the counter. “Seriously, it was really good. I'll leave these for you guys.”

Izzy smiled. “You're a real gentleman, Mr. Knut.”

He smiled back. “It's my southern disposition. Now,” he sighed, turning back to Logan and Finn, who were thumb wrestling. “I think my two knuckleheads are hungry.”

“Have a good night, boys!”

“Thank you!” Logan and Finn called back, jostling each other on the way to the car, attempting to continue thumb wrestling while they walked. A particularly hard movement from Logan sent Finn slipping on the ice. 

“Woah!”

Leo caught him around the waist and hauled him to the passenger side. “Jesus, you two are walking hazards wherever you go.”

“Hey, that's not me. That's my loser brother.”

Leo just kissed him briefly. “In the car, please. I'm hungry for steak.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, opening the back door on Finn's side. He took Leo's hand. “Merci, soleil. I had a lot of fun.”

Logan's smile was so lovely that Leo had to kiss him, too. “I really love you.” He looked between them. “I love to date you, too.”

Finn's gaze was soft. “Good,” he whispered. “I think I want to date you a long time.”

Leo bit his lip around his own smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Finn looked to Logan. “How's that sound, Lo, baby?”

Logan fell against Leo's chest, arms around his waist. “C'est bien.” He sighed, nuzzling into Leo's jacket. “C'est bien.”

Leo kissed his head. “Let's go, sweethearts.” He walked around the car to climb in the driver's side. “Dinner awaits us.”

“Make sure you eat up,” Finn said. Leo saw his smirk out of the corner of his eye as he backed the car up. “You'll need lots of energy starting at ten o'clock. Perfect end to a date, in my opinion. Perfect end to a day.”

Leo caught Logan's eye in the rearview mirror. Logan was looking back, eyes soft and lovingly exasperated in the way Finn could only make him.

 “Yeah,” Leo said, smiling. “Perfect end to a day.”

Masterlist!!

I have LOVED creating these fics for you, and I am so happy you have enjoyed them! Please find the master list below to go back and reread if you so choose. Please also keep sending in prompts- I LOVE receiving your ideas. <3

Character credits go to @lumosinlove !

Posting Schedule EXPLAINED (as of 28 Feb, 2025)

Cubs Engagement: This is my first one ever written, and sets the timeline for the rest of my fics (LOOSELY). This is NOT the canon timeline set by @lumosinlove in SW, C2C, or Vaincre, as the Cubs have obviously NOT reached that point in their lives. It's just how I imagine it!

Teacher Finn Pt. I

Teacher Finn Pt. II: Finn and His Fountain Pen

Man Bun Leo Knut TM

Leo's 2-4-1 Weighted Blanket Deal

Leo's Long Distance Surprise

Respecting Ratatouille (with DISCUSSIONS of the FUTURE)

Gender-Bent PWHL Cubs (P.S. please let me know if you'd be interested in more gender-bent/PWHL AUs! It didn't do as well as my other posts (sad face), but as a WLW I LOVE the PWHL fics that @fruitcoops did a while back. And I love the PWHL! So PLEASE let me know!!)

Logan's Favorite Combo: Boyfriends, Hot Chocolate, and CUDDLES

Ballet Butter Baby (i.e., Eloise Knut bring out baby photos!!)

BECs for Dinner Courtesy of FinnLo

FinnLo Finding Out About Jack >:|

Leo's Morning Accent

Concussion Angst + Fluff

Sunshine Being Carried Around

Finn and Healthy Discussion About Nefarious Activities

Icicle Leo Braving the Canadian Winter

Two Times Leo was Flustered, and One Time He Was the Flusterer

Black Brothers and Their Mom, Hope Lupin

Finn's Love Language

Leo's Blast from the Past, feat. Competitive BFs

O'Hara Home Videos in the Hamptons

FinnLo at a Harvard Reunion

LT10 is Back On Gryff Ice

Hurt/Comfort: A Commentary on US Marriage Laws and Visas

Leo Learning to Accept Affection

Finn Being the Best HAB

Future Family Skate

Cubs Lazy Morning In

Where Leo Got His Gray

Finn Being a Personal Jungle Gym

Leo Being a Heat-Resistant Master Chef

Wisdom Teeth Removal

Leo's Personal Lolo Guard Dog

Cubs Visit CANADIA

Married Cubs Fluff in Nice

Leo and His Tiger Stripes

Date Night!

Leo's Gaydar

Hogwarts AU

Seeing One Another Cry

Muscle Man Logan Tremblay

PWHL AU PT. II: Super Model Leo Knut and Her Protective GFs

Discussions of Age Differences

Insomniac Sunshine

Teacher Finn in Love with His Hubbies

Home Videos Pt. II: Baby of the Family Lolo and the Sunshine Show

Leo's All Star Panic Attack

Reaction to Injuries

Engagement Announcement!!!!

Soulmate AU (Pt I ;))

Cubs Being Obsessed with Legs, Arms, and Freckles!!!!

Logan Being Jealous of Pets feat. Pet Names

Hogwarts AU Pt. II

Seeing Each Other's Rooms for the First Time (Ever, or In a While)

Leo and His Homies in the Hamptons

Clingy Cubs

Harvard FinnLo Falling Alseep- then Waking Up to Their Sunshine

Protective Leo and Finn

Soulmate AU (Pt. II)

Cubs Go Hiking

Curly Cutie Leo Knut!!!!

Logan Beer Chugging Frat Boy King

Dumo and His Fatherly Advice feat. an Anxious LoganTM

Harvard FinnLo Fight and Reconciliation

Finn + Anxiety Meds

Cubs in the Hamptons feat. Dumais Children and Ultimate Dad Mode Leo

Write Me In AU!!!!

Finn Needing a Little Comfort

Leo is a Softball Legend

Some Supportive Hubbies in NOLA

FinnLo Old Scars + Leo Helping Them to Heal

Married Cubs Moving Lolo to NYC (Kinda f-ed up my own timeline- Finn still has another two seasons in the NHL left after they get married. Pretend he's, like, going in to do a practical or something as part of his Master's the following day, idk. Whoopsiiiiie!

Enemies to Lovers AU

Leo Returning Home Post Playoff Loss

Halloween feat. Leo in EYELINER

Leo and Reg Being Fishing Bros

Cubs Having the First Big "Kids ConvoTM"

Married Cubs and Finn Being OBSESSED with LeLo'a Bodies (Non-Sexual Intimacy)

Cubs Headcanons I, II, III, IV

Finn is UNHAPPY the NHL Makes Him Sleep Without His Husbands

College AU feat. Rockstar Leo

would love something about one of the cubs being insecure about something and getting comforted by the others!! your writing is so so good, i’m obsessed w everything u post

You ask, I answer! A lot of us have tiger stripes- mine are actually what inspired Leo's! They are absolutely gorgeous on y'all who have them. <3

Enjoy some nutter butter lovin'! I still love receiving your prompts! I've got a bunch of stuff written and to be posted, so please keep sending your ideas. I feel very grateful that you trust me with your lovely thoughts!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo took a look at himself in the bathroom mirror, leaning with his hands against the sink. He noticed the flex of his arms, his shoulders, his back and chest. The decision to do a summer bulk had done him good, in terms of gaining muscle. He felt stronger, he looked stronger. But eating in a surplus every day could only be healthy for so long, and it had come with other bodily changes that he hadn't anticipated- some which he wasn't very fond of, either.

He sighed, leaning back to rest against the wall on the other side of the room. His stomach was certainly softer, his abs still poking through, but not as defined. Finn absolutely loved it.

I love your tummy, baby, he had said. Can feel how strong you are underneath, ugh. You drive me crazy. 

That had made Leo blush the first time. Finn had just dug his teeth into the flesh of his stomach, leaving a mass of hickeys behind.

Logan, on the other hand, really loved Leo's back. He ran his hands up and down it every chance he got, clung to it when they were in bed together. Leo had had to put lotion on his back multiple times this summer to heal scratches from Logan's nails. Often, too, Logan would request Leo would walk around shirtless in the kitchen when he was chopping, and would sit on a stool and watch.

Allez, Le, shirt off, he would say. It's my favorite show, allez.

Leo would shake his head fondly, but he always complied.

For all the wonderful things bulking had done for his physical performance, he hadn't, however, considered the negative side effects. Pulling up his boxer shorts, he considered the expanse of his inner thighs.

They had appeared a couple of weeks ago, small and purple against his skin. Now, though, they were longer, more defined, and had increased in number. They felt uncomfortable when he ran his fingers over them, as if they were sensitive. 

He hadn't let Finn or Logan get too close to his inner thighs in a while. When they had tried, he'd simply flipped them over and gone down on them instead, or claimed he didn't want to be on the receiving end that night, even if his body was shaking with arousal that indicated the contrary. And immediately after, he always, always put his boxers back on. His boys hadn't said anything, but he knew they noticed. He also knew he could only hold out for so long.

“Le, baby!” Finn's voice called from their bedroom. “You coming to bed?”

“Coming, sweetheart!”

Leo took one last look at his thighs and sighed, letting go of his boxers and making his way to their bedroom. Finn was propped up against some pillows, laughing at something Logan, who was on his stomach with his chin on Finn's chest, had said. They both turned when Leo came up, Logan rolling over and spreading his arm out with a smile. “Ici, soleil.”

Leo walked around the bed and tucked himself on Logan's other side. He leaned in for a kiss. “Hi, honey.”

Logan hummed and drew Leo closer. “Ça va? Fish and I were just talking about going to the Hamptons house for a couple days before I have to leave for training camp.”

Leo nodded. “Sounds good.” He threw a leg over Logan's hips, and Finn's hand moved to stroke his calf. “Maybe I can hire a guide and go sea fishing.”

“You can do whatever you want, sunshine,” Finn said. He winked. “I like watching you fish. Very sexy.”

That drew a laugh out of Leo. “Fishing? Really? That's what gets you going?"

Finn shrugged. “Duh. Backwards hat, tan skin, your arm muscles flexing when you catch a big one.” He crawled over Logan to hover over Leo and bit his bicep. “Especially now that you're bigger. Sexy as fuck.”

Leo bit his lip and pushed Finn's hair back. “You're a weird one, O'Hara.”

“He's right,” Logan said. He also bit Leo, but this time where his shoulder and back muscles met near his neck. “Your back looks sexy when you fish.”

“You think my back looks sexy all the time.”

“Ouais, it does.” Logan nudged Leo's jaw to kiss at his neck. “The sexiest back.”

Leo made a soft noise, leaning into it. Finn took that as a cue to kiss him on the mouth, his hands immediately going to caress his stomach. Leo felt heavy against their mattress, one hand wrapped around Logan's bicep, the other cupping Finn's jaw. Both his boys could kiss filthily when they wanted, well practiced in taking him apart with their mouths as quickly as possible. He gasped for air when Finn broke their kiss and began to kiss down his body. Logan turned his jaw to kiss him as Finn ran his lips down Leo's heaving chest and stomach. Leo was lost, unaware of anything, until Finn reached the band of his underwear, hands coming to wrap around his legs, hands working their way towards his thighs-

Leo sat up abruptly, sucking in a breath and unsettling Finn and Logan from their places against his body. He pushed to sit up against the pillows in a sudden movement. Logan looked a bit taken aback; Finn looked mildly frustrated. Their expressions made Leo sink back into himself.

“Sorry,” he whispered, eyes going to where his hands were fiddling in his lap. “Sorry.”

“Okay, Leonardo,” Finn said. He gripped Leo's chin between two fingers to look at him directly. His eyebrows were raised. “What's going on?”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek.

“Soleil,” Logan whispered. He tugged on Leo’s arm gently, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “What's wrong, mon amour?”

Leo just chewed his cheek, eyes darting around the room.

“Baby.” Finn's voice was gentle, but firm. “Baby, look at me.” He kissed Leo gently. “We don’t have to do anything, alright. Just tell us what's wrong.”

Leo thumped his head back against the headboard. “I'm so sorry. It's- it's so stupid.”

“Non, non, it's not, Le.” Logan brushed some curls back from his face. Seemingly without knowing it, his hand dropped to Leo's inner thigh. Leo jerked away again; Logan looked really freaked out this time. “Leo.”

“Okay, this isn't working,” Finn said. He took Leo's hands in his own. “How about I tell you what's going on in my head, okay nutter butter? Is that okay?”

Leo nodded, resting into the fingers Logan was scratching into his scalp. “Mm hm.”

“Okay,” Finn began. “To me, it feels like you haven't let us touch you in ages.”

Leo raised his eyebrows at him. “You know that's not true.”

He could tell Finn was frustrated, but Finn didn't comment on his snark. “No, not the way we like to, baby. You- you won't let us… you won't let us have you, baby.” He sighed, watching as Logan kissed Leo's temple gently. His eyes were a bit sad when they met Leo's again. “Which is fine, that's totally fine, we will never do anything you don't want. I just…” Finn's ears were red now. “We know you like it, Le.” He brushed their noses together. “We know your body inside and out. We know what you like.” His breath was hot against Leo's cheek, and Leo's eyes fluttered closed at Finn's words. “We know when you've been denying yourself, sweetheart.”

“Oui,” Logan agreed. “And you won't let us touch your thighs, mon coeur.” He sighed a little dreamily. “Mon endroit préféré. One of my favorite places to be, chérie.”

“Please tell us what's wrong, Le,” Finn pleaded. “Please, baby.”

Leo took a shaky breath, sitting himself up. “You can't laugh. Or- or judge, okay?”

Their brows furrowed, but they both nodded. Slowly, carefully, Leo grasped the edge of his boxers and pulled them up. The lines were now exposed, bumpy where the tip of his pointer finger brushed his skin. He flinched slightly, but steeled himself, watching as confusion washed over Finn and Logan's faces.

Finn clucked his tongue. “All I'm seeing are my favorite pair of legs.”

“What about Lo's?”

Finn scoffed. “I can have two favorite pairs of legs, that's how this relationship works. I get two of everything, that's the whole point.” His eyes dropped back to Leo's thighs. “I still, however, have yet to find anything wrong with this particular pair. Seriously, Leo, what's wrong?”

Logan, however, leaned in, touching Leo's knuckles where they were curled against the fabric of his underwear. He looked up at Leo with wide green eyes and full, parted lips. “Soleil. Are you talking about these?”

Leo chewed his lip and nodded.

Finn bent to look where his fingers were brushing. He jerked his head back, confused. “Stretch marks? That's what you're worried about?”

“Don't say it like that-”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, Le, baby.” Finn ran his hands up Leo's sides. “Well, it's just- loads of us have them.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed. “Rouge has them on his shoulders. And I've…” He turned bright red. “Well, I've got them…”

Finn's smile was sharp with his teeth. “On your ass. I'm very familiar with those.” He reached around to pat Logan's butt firmly. “But seriously, Le, it's okay. You're gorgeous always, sunshine, stretch marks are nothing.”

“They just show how strong you are,” Logan said, kissing along Leo's neck. “All for us.”

Leo took a deep breath. “Right, but yours aren't like mine. Yours are… white, faded. Mine are…” He scoffed through his nose, eyes a little warm. “They're purple. And they feel weird. And I don't- I don't feel sexy with them.”

“Woah.” Finn held a hand up. “Hold the fucking phone. No talking about our favorite body like that.”

Logan tugged his hair to draw him into a filthy kiss. “You're so sexy, mon coeur.” He was breathing shakily, as if his own words were too much for him. “So fucking sexy.”

Leo groaned, eyes falling closed. “Lo.”

“Sh, soleil,” Logan hushed. “Can I touch?”

Leo opened his eyes, running a finger down Logan's cheek as Logan brought his hand down to rest on his inner thigh. His thumb stroked slowly as his lips rested against Leo's forehead. Leo felt his body shaking with the closeness.

“Fuck,” Finn breathed. “Leo, can I?”

Leo let out a small sound from the back of his throat as he nodded. Finn brought his hand down, too, palm cupping over every single mark. Their hands on him felt like a deliverance of some sort, or a relief. He watched apprehensively as they continued to caress his skin, not looking for anything more; just touching.

“Oh,” Finn said. He sounded worked up, throat tight. “Baby, can I?”

“What?” Leo asked.

“Just- I have to-’ Finn let out a huff, then flopped down in between Leo's legs, looping his hands underneath and around his thighs. He rested his chin just above Leo's boxer band. His eyes were brown and yearning. “Please. Please, baby, please.”

“Okay,” Leo whispered. “Yes, okay.”

Immediately, Finn ducked his chin to suck at the soft skin of Leo's inner thigh, his tongue brushing over each mark as he went. Logan and Leo both were mesmerized watching him, until Logan scooted himself down to lay by Finn's side. Without removing his mouth, Finn shifted over. Both of his boys looking up at him had Leo still, incapable of moving even if he wanted.

“Soleil,” Logan said lowly. “Je le veux. Please?”

Leo nodded and threaded his hands in both their hair. He felt weighed down against the pillows, their mouths warm and wet against the marks. He felt a scrape of Finn's teeth, Logan's hand coming up to push down against his chest. Tears pricked at the edge of his vision with the intimacy. Their mouths were growing a bit frantic against his skin, and Finn actually pulled away for a second to drag his body further down the bed, Leo falling suddenly against their mattress and pillows. He let out a gasp, which made Logan groan, the vibrations running acutely up Leo's thighs. Finn and Logan both slowed their kisses until they were just soft, close-mouthed pecks. Leo sighed, gazing up at the ceiling. 

“Ça va?” Logan asked. He pushed himself to hover over Leo's body, kissing him firmly on the mouth. 

Leo hummed into his mouth, pulling him down to his body. Logan nestled his face into Leo’s neck where it belonged. “Ça va.”

“Oui, baguette,” Finn contributed, shifting to lay by Leo's side. His palm was still rubbing Leo's inner thigh. “Feel good, baby?”

“Feel good.” Leo touched their temples together. “Thank you.”

“You already know we're happy to do that anytime, sunshine.” Finn jerked his head. “But you should take a look at your thighs. Yikes.”

Leo laughed, getting his elbows under him to push himself and Logan into a sitting position. Logan shifted to look, too. He blinked hard. “Mon Dieu.” He looked, alarmed, at Finn. “Did we do that?”

Finn kissed his cheek sloppily. “Sure did. Had a blast, too.” He turned to Leo. “Whatcha think, Le?”

Leo peered around Logan’s body to take a closer look. To anyone else, the marks would seem, admittedly, obscene, dark purple hickeys with teeth marks filling in the gaps between his stretch marks. But they just made Leo smile. “Not too bad.”

Finn scoffed. “‘Not too bad.’ I'll have you know I sucked the life out of your blood vessels.”

Logan winced. “Rouge, non.”

Finn cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” He crawled over to kneel up beside Logan, who met his challenging gaze. Finn bent to get at his neck. “I have it on good authority that you like it when I suck the life out of your blood vessels.”

“He's right, honey,” Leo whispered. He also jutted his chin out to place his lips on Logan's neck. “You can't resist a little suction.”

Finn pulled off with a wet sound to laugh, body shaking hard. Leo settled against the pillows once more, satisfied, as Logan's smile filled his vision. Logan huffed, but wiggled himself down to hide his face in Leo’s neck once more. 

Finn's laughter settled, and he came to rest beside Leo once more, hand playing with his curls. “Le, baby, seriously. I don't want you to think that anything could be embarrassing about your body.” He kissed Leo's forehead. “We think you're so sexy no matter what, okay? We love you so much.”

“Ouais,” Logan said from his place under Leo's jaw. “We love you, mon coeur.” He bit at Leo's shoulder. “You're sexy always.”

That made Finn's eyes flash briefly before his gaze softened again. He brushed his thumb over Leo's lip. “Do you want to…?”

Leo shook his head. “Not tonight. Too tired.” He closed his eyes with a sigh. “I feel floaty.” 

Logan snorted against his skin. “D'accord. But you'll let us? Because we want you.”

Leo dipped his nose into Logan's hair and looked up to Finn. “Tomorrow? We could take a picnic dinner to that hill just outside the city. Make out under the sunset.”

Finn waggled his eyebrows. “And then?”

Leo blushed. “You know what then.”

Finn looked giddy. “I do.” He threw a leg over their bodies and snuggled right in. “Yay. Yay, let's go to sleep. So we can wake up sooner.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. “Ouais.” He let out a warm snuffle against Leo's neck. “Je t'aime.”

Leo relaxed back into the pillows, the places where his boys had left marks aching in a good way against his skin. He smiled and pressed a kiss to each of their heads. They were warm against him, almost too warm, but he would never want to be further than this from them. “Love you. Love you, love you, love you.”

just anything fluffy and domestic pls I just wanna see our boys happy 🥹🥹

Every time I write "husbandS" my computer wants to correct it to "husbanD", which is SEVERLY homophobic, my goodness. Like, Finn has two husbands, okay, Microsoft? So do Leo and Logan. They're a package deal. Golly gee.

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Finn turned his face into Logan's bicep and brushed his lips gently against the warm skin. Logan hummed into his hair and stroked his arm from where it was wrapped around him. The beach was peaceful in the late summer evening, only a few other people dotting the quiet Mediterranean seaside. They had spent all morning in Logan's maman's family home, Leo cooking an incredible lunch with some fresh vegetables and chicken from the market. The white wine had been sweet on Finn's tongue, then Logan's as they'd kissed while watching Leo bustle around the stove. A satiating morning had turned into a scorching afternoon, which Leo had happily declared called for a beach day. He had been so gorgeous and giddy as they'd set down their stuff on the sand, immediately running into the waves as soon as Finn had finished rubbing sunscreen on his back. Finn and Logan had followed, and Finn had taken every opportunity to toss his boys around in the ocean, for nothing else but to see their smiles and hear their beautiful, tinkly laughs.

Now, though, Finn was sleepy, snuggled against Logan on their beach blanket. It was warm with both of their body heat, but neither of them minded. Finn, in fact,  never wanted to be any further from Logan than this.

He opened a tired eye and lifted his head to glance at the ocean. The sunset was golden and orange, a sharp contrast to the bright blue water. If he squinted hard enough, though, he could distinguish a wheat-colored head bobbing out in the sea. He smiled and pinched Logan’s hip. Logan’s chest shifted under his head.

“Quoi?” Logan's voice was gravelly from disuse.

“Look. Out in the ocean.”

Finn felt Logan’s neck strain for a moment and then his chest shook with a laugh. “We are never getting him out of there, are we?”

“I know,” Finn said, shaking his head fondly. “He's like our own little water bug.”

“A very handsome water bug.”

“Oh, for sure, baby.” Finn sighed and snuggled further into Logan's chest. “I like it here.”

Logan smiled down at him. “Ouais?”

“Uh huh.” Another sigh. “It's very peaceful.”

“Mm.” Logan kissed his forehead. “You're so beautiful here. Le, too.”

Finn smiled into Logan's skin. “Yeah?”

“Ouais.” Logan made a content noise. “Si beaux.”

Finn closed his eyes once more, weighed down by the hot air and Logan's warm body. He felt calm, breathing even and measured. Logan would every now and then place a kiss on Finn's head or scratch his hand through Finn's hair. It was soothing, relaxing, a nice break from the constant chaos of the hockey season. It was easier, now that Logan was back in Gryffindor, but Finn still sometimes felt that they barely saw each other during the week. He felt so grateful for the almost three months of rest he could sing.

Finn didn't know how long he and Logan had been laying there, but after a time he felt the ground rumble slightly underneath him, and opened his eyes to find Leo staring down adoringly at them both. He smiled. “Hi, butter baby. Having fun?”

“Mm hm,” Leo said. He reached for a towel to dry himself off. “Good nap?”

“Ouais,” Logan replied. He patted the blanket on his other side. “Ici, soleil.”

“I'm gonna get you all wet, honey.”

“Non, lay your towel down on top of the blanket.” He looked up at Leo through his lashes, and Finn grinned into his skin. Logan's eyelashes were long and thick, and he got anything he wanted when he looked at them like that. “I want to snuggle.”

Leo sighed. “Only you want to snuggle when it's boiling outside.”

Finn shrugged. “You'll cool us down, sweetheart.”

“Allez,” Logan said insistently. “Leo.”

Leo shook his head fondly but walked around to the other side of them, laying his towel down carefully on top of the blanket. Finn felt the vibrations in Logan's body when Leo laid his head on his chest and reached across to gently rub Leo’s torso. He was tan, both of his husbands were, a bit softer now that they weren't in the playoffs. Finn liked to imagine a day when they were all a bit softer; they'd always be athletic and always be strong, but he dreamed of kissing their soft bellies as much as he currently loved to dig his teeth into their defined abs. He breathed heavily into Logan's chest and burrowed himself in closer. 

“Rouge?” Logan asked softly. “You okay?”

Finn nodded. “I just really love you.” He kissed Logan's warm skin. “I want to stay here forever.”

“That sounds good to me,” Leo agreed gently. He bumped his forehead against Finn's where they were both laying on Logan. “Hey, wanna get married again? Right here, right now?”

That made Logan and Finn laugh. “That sounds like something I would say, baby,” Finn said.

Leo shrugged, blue eyes bright and playful. “What can I say? You rubbed off on me.” He shifted to prop himself up on an elbow and turned slightly sideways, chin against Logan’s chest. “So, what do you think? Marry me again?”

Finn couldn't help the shameless grin that spread over his face. “Anytime you want, baby.”

“Oui,” Logan whispered. He wrapped an arm around Leo's shoulders to bring him into a kiss. He didn't let them separate, pressing their temples together with their eyes closed. “I'll marry you a thousand times, mon coeur. I'll marry you forever.”

They looked so beautiful in the sunset, all tucked together and close, that it stole Finn's breath. “I love forever,” he said. He leaned over to kiss each of them, now sprawled across Logan's chest. “I'll take all the forevers with you.”

Leo scrunched his nose around his grin. “That doesn't sound so bad.”

Finn snorted. “‘Not so bad’, he says.” He shifted to look at Leo directly, nose to nose. “I'll have you know that they call me Heartthrob O'Hara for a reason. I could have a line of suitors and I'd still choose you forever.”

“Non, no suitors,” Logan said grumpily, squeezing Finn around his waist. “Just us.”

Leo laughed and stroked Finn's hair back from his face. “You act as though you belong with anyone else but us.” He kissed Finn's nose. “You, Heartthrob O'Hara, are ours in every lifetime. No take-backs.” 

Finn knew he was smiling dopily, but he didn't really care. “All yours, lovers.”

“Maris.”

“Huh?”

“Husbands,” Leo translated. 

Finn's heart gave a brief jolt. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Husbands.” A giddy feeling spread up through his chest, and he pushed himself up on a forearm to kiss each of them hard, smiling the whole time. “You're my husbands.” He laughed. “Oh my God, you're my husbands.”

Logan and Leo laughed along with him, each with a hand on his back. Their laughter grew and grew until they were shaking with it, the French sunset disappearing on the horizon. Finn stood up in the dimming light and held both his hands out to them.

“C'mon,” he said. “I've got a date with two hot men and a bottle of wine.”

Logan and Leo placed a hand in each of his and stood, too, gathering their towels and blanket into the bags they brought. Finn looped his arm through Leo's and laced the fingers of his other hand with Logan's. Leo rolled his eyes playfully, claiming he was “pulling a Logan” by not carrying anything. Finn just kissed his cheek with a wink and told him he'd make it up to him later.

Together, Finn and his husbands walked up the road back to the Tremblay's house, shivering slightly in the cooling evening air. When they got to the front steps, Finn kissed them both lightly then held open the door. As they walked through, each pressing a hand to his waist in thanks, he had the same feeling he had on the dazzling French beach: calm, peaceful, and irrevocably in love. He smiled and closed the door behind them.

Hey hey hey, just wanted to tell you that everything you’ve written has been an absolute JOY to read. I was thinking about logan and how he’s from rimouski which is a kinda small town I think?for a prompt maybe logan is showing finn and leo around his hometown, where he grew up skating, and where he used to get into trouble and his highschool :)

Yikes, this one is LONG!! Apologies.

I LOVE showing people around my hometown, even though I don't get back much anymore. I feel lucky that I am always happy to go home, even if I could NEVER imagine living there permanently again, which is kind of how I think Logan feels.

I also did some research on Rimouski, just to get a feel for it. It's not a BIG city, but it's a port town, so it's fairly large. However, I have learned that a 'small town' means different things to different people, depending on where you're from. I'm from a 'small town'of 13,000 people, but there's a town next to me with 4,000. From what I understand, Rimouski has about 50,000 people. So for me, it's HUGE! But if you're from NYC or something, that's fairly small!

Enjoy some fluffity fluffy fluff!! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

TW: Mentions of nefarious activities, but no participation in said activities.

P.S. Thank you for the kind words, friend!! <3

“Finn!”

Logan watched as Finn laughed and was swept up into a hug by his sisters Sydney and Aubrey, all chatting excitedly as Logan and Leo stepped out of their rental car behind them. The flight from New Orleans was still in his muscles, and Logan stretched his arms over his head to relieve some of the tension. A hand came to rest on his lower back, and he squinted at Leo beside him, who was smiling softly.

“Salut, soleil,” Logan said gently. He reached up to twist the gray curls on the front of Leo’s forehead. “Ça va?”

Leo nodded, but his eyes were tense. “Yeah, just tired.” He flushed and looked over to where Finn had an arm around each of the girls and was still laughing. “A little nervous.”

“Regarde-moi,” Logan whispered, and lowered his hand to cup Leo's cheek. “They all love you, d'accord?” He leaned up to kiss Leo softly. “And most importantly, I love you.”

Leo nodded and took a deep breath. “Okay.” He kissed Logan quickly. When he spoke again, it was in French, which warmed Logan from the inside. “Okay, I love you, too.” He grinned. “Now let's get our bags before we get dragged away by your sisters.”

As if summoned, Sydney and Aubrey appeared behind Logan to dog pile him, and he rolled his eyes fondly as he turned to hug them. Noelle came put a bit more calmly, and Logan watched as she hugged Leo tightly. They were more familiar with each other, and Logan was grateful that she was providing him a warming presence. Still, the tension lingered in Leo's shoulders. Logan vowed to massage it out later.

“You ready to give those boys of yours a Canadian welcome?” Aubrey asked. It was reassuring, hearing his own accent after the whirlwind of adjusting to the French that Leo and his parents had spoken at home.

Sydney hummed in agreement. “Especially your Leo.” She patted Logan's shoulder. “At least he speaks more French than the redhead over here.”

“Hey,” Finn said. He’d crossed his arms and was pouting. Logan couldn't help but smile at him, gone on the way he looked standing on the steps and framed by his family home after so long. “I might not speak French fluently, but I can tell when you're talking about me.”

Sydney laughed and went over to scuff his head. 

***

This was all he needed, Logan thought. They were in their rental car, Leo beside him in the passenger's seat, Finn in the middle row behind them. The wind was blowing their hair back from the open windows and they were laughing as Finn sang along horribly with the radio. The car had always been his safe space to be a little silly, a little dorky. He was earnest and fun all the time, but only Logan and Leo got to see him truly let himself go and indulge all those beautiful thoughts that were constantly running through his brain. Logan smiled at him in the rearview mirror and readjusted his hand on the steering wheel to reach over and place the other on Leo's thigh. Leo laced his fingers over the back of Logan's own.

“Allez,” Logan said, nodding out the window. “That's my old high school.” 

He slowed down and pulled over so they both could see. He had taken Finn here years ago and they'd snuck around to the football field and laid out in the sun. The school itself was nothing remarkable, but Leo lit up ten different colors when he looked at it for the first time. 

“Hey, sunshine,” Finn said, leaning over to rest his chin on Leo's shoulder over the back of the seat. He was smirking. “Ask Lo about what he got up to behind the bleachers.”

Leo laughed and looked at Logan in amusement. “Oh? What happened behind the bleachers?”

Logan bit his lip and rolled his eyes at Finn playfully. “Nothing awful. Just… the usual. Weed, booze-”

“Bad blow jobs.”

Leo barked out a laugh and Logan flushed. “Finn.”

“What? It's funny!”

Leo was still laughing when he squeezed Logan's fingers. His blue eyes were mischievous. “What'd you do? Get caught or something?”

“Non,” Logan said. His cheeks were burning. “I didn't even ask her! She offered to me because she had never- and I hadn't-” He huffed. “She just- her teeth.”

That made Leo laugh even harder, leaning back in his seat. Finn had his cheek on the headrest, smiling at Logan brightly. “Poor girl.”

“Was she okay?” Leo asked.

Logan nodded sheepishly. “Ouais, she was fine. It actually wasn't the last time we- well.”

Finn's eyes widened and he sat up. “Wait. Was she your- your first time, too?”

“She was nice. And she didn't care about the whole-” Logan waved his hand up and down. “-hockey thing. Lots of girls did, but she didn’t. She was first in our class and she was kind. We had history together, we got along.” He shrugged. “So we- you know. A few times. It was good, I guess.”

He smiled widely at Finn's narrowed eyes and leaned over to kiss him lightly. “Not as good as with you, don't worry, rouge.” He turned to nudge at Leo's cheek with his nose. “And your blow jobs are way better, soleil.”

Leo snorted. “I should hope so,” he said drily, but he accepted Logan's sweet kiss. “You make me practice a lot.”

Logan laughed and put the car into gear to pull away. 

***

“Oh my God!” Leo gasped. He pulled his sweatshirt sleeves over his fingers. “This rink is way nicer than mine back home.”

Finn nudged him. “You're in Canadia, nutter butter. This is considered a shit-hole here.”

Logan tisked. “Non, rouge is telling lies.” He held the door to the stands open for them. “This is a nice rink. Lots of summer camps, and we've got gear for kids that can't afford it.”

Leo smiled softly as he took the ice in for the first time. “That's nice. I like that.” Without anybody there with them, he grabbed at Logan's hand to pull their bodies together. “Did you ever go to summer camp here?”

Logan reached up to play with the ends of his curls. “I coached them, mon coeur. The middle schoolers. The little kids.” 

Leo's eyebrows raised. “Oh yeah?”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. He took a quick look around before leaning up and kissing him. “I like little kids.”

“Don't say that here,” Finn scolded. He looked conflicted and his ears were red. “That’s grounds for public indecency in the bleachers.”

Leo and Logan laughed at him. Suddenly, a thought occurred to Logan, and he turned to Leo again with a smile. 

“You know, soleil,” he said, leaning in. “I would’ve coached you at summer camp. In high school.”

Leo groaned and rolled his eyes. “You think you’re so funny.”

Logan just kissed his cheek. “Je t’aime.” He turned to Finn, who was watching them gently. “Ça va?”

Finn nodded. “Mm hm.” He brushed Logan’s hair out of his face. “I like you both with little kids.”

Leo snorted. “Nope, I still practically am one, according to this one,” he said, nudging Logan with his shoulder. “We are taking a rain check on this conversation.”

That didn't seem to deter Finn, who reached to play with Leo’s fingers, eyes bright. “So the conversation is happening.”

“Not yet, Fish, my Lord.”

“Not yet? Oh man.”

“Okay,” Logan interrupted with a laugh. “Allez, allez, let’s go. Home for dinner and maman is making cassoulet.”

***

Leo's laugh rang out across their backyard as he worked in the garden with Iva. They were- planting? Weeding? Picking? Logan didn't know what they were doing exactly, but he knew that he couldn't take his eyes off of Leo and the way he spoke French with his maman. His parents both loved Leo, but Iva had really taken to him because he was gentle and ready and willing to kneel in the garden with her. Logan's parents had started that garden when he'd gone off to college, and since then it had grown to an immense size. Most of their vegetables in the spring, summer, and fall came from that garden, and they spent Logan didn't know how much time and effort maintaining and caring for it. Leo's eyes had immediately got excited when he saw it, which Logan filed away in that folder in his brain for future reference. Leo deserved his own garden someday, Logan decided.

Behind him, through the screen door, his father’s soft, accented English mixed with Finn’s loud American, barking tone. They were mixing drinks, Logan assumed. Marius had invested in a bar cart the year previous, and Finn had been anxious and curious to see it. Logan could hear bottles clinking and their chatter. He felt at peace with their voices surrounding him, mixing with the cadence of the French that Leo and his maman were speaking.

“You know, Lolo,” Sydney said in French from beside him, peeking out over her sunglasses from where she was sat in an Adirondack chair. “I don’t think maman is going to let that Leo of yours go now that she’s got him in that garden. 

Logan laughed. “Non, I don't thinks so either.” He sighed and settled against his own seat back. “I want to get him a garden some day.”

Noelle snorted. “You can’t just get people gardens, Lobear. You can buy land-”

“D’accord, you know what I meant.”

“Do you want to buy Leo land?” Aubrey asked suddenly. 

Logan turned to stare at her. “Quoi?”

“I'm just saying…” She bit her cheek. Aubrey was quiet most of the time, and often struggled to find words. Logan related to her the most, in that respect. “I guess I'm asking if you see that. With him- and Finn.” She gestured with her hand. “The house, the garden, the future.”

“Oh,” Logan said, taken aback. 

He had kind of thought that was a given, if he was honest. Leo and Finn were it for him, he knew it. They knew it, too, he supposed. They just seemed to talk about the future already assuming that they were forever. He'd never talked about it directly- not with them, not with anyone.

Aubrey's eyes were still watching him knowingly, but she was smiling. “Leo's so gentle and kind. He's so good to you, you know? Finn, too, he always has been.” She squeezed his arm. “They deserve you. Don't forget that you deserve them, too. We all want that for you.”

Logan took an inhale, lost for words. All three of his sisters, who knew him better than almost anyone, who wanted nothing but the best for him, were watching him carefully. He turned to face them. 

“Merci,” he whispered. He felt his cheeks warm. “Thank you for saying that. I-” He huffed, a little frustrated, and they all looked at him amusedly. “Allez, you know.” He sighed. “I really missed you.”

Noelle laughed. “Look at our little Lolo. All grown up with his big feelings.”

He narrowed his eyes at his sisters as they all laughed. Sydney ruffled his hair. “We missed you, too.”

Logan turned back to watch Leo and Iva, who had moved onto some green looking vegetables. They were checking under the leaves- for worms, Logan supposed. He loved the way Leo's French mixed with his mother's. At first, when he heard Leo speak it for the first time, he hadn't been so sure. But now, he loved it as much as his own Quebecois accent. French meant his old home, where he was from. But mixed with Leo's voice, slightly Cajun from his parent's influence, it was home, too. Leo's French was his two worlds colliding and mixing and existing in the same plane- a new home with Leo and Finn. His forever home. Logan sighed and rested his chin on his hand to take in Leo's tan skin and blond curls. 

Suddenly, a glass appeared in front of him and a hand rested on his upper back. Finn's voice was quiet in his ear. “Hi, baby. Brought you something.”

Logan tilted his head back and looked up at Finn, who looked so gorgeous with his hair pushed back slightly, more wavy from the summer humidity. He was smiling and kissed Logan’s forehead before shaking the glass. “Long Island iced tea. With peach iced tea to make it sweeter for you, sweet thing.”

Logan smiled and rested his temple against Finn’s hip. He took the glass from him. “Merci, rouge.” He took a sip. “Mm, it’s good.”

“Hey, freckle!” Noelle called from the end of the deck. She was looking at him over her sunglasses expectantly. “Where’s our iced beverages?”

Finn rolled his eyes but was grinning. “Your dad’s almost done. I had to make a special delivery.”

Noelle snorted and turned back to her book. Aubrey caught Logan’s eye with raised brows as if to say, See? Logan nodded at her and leaned into Finn’s touch.

Finn sighed from above him. “He looks so happy, doesn’t he? Le.”

Logan smiled at the way Leo took the basket of vegetables from his mother, waving her off with one hand as he walked over to the hose to wash them. She stood with her hands on her hips, caught them watching, and winked. 

Logan held a hand up for Finn to take and played with his fingers. “Ouais. I was thinking…”

“You? Yikes, you feeling okay?”

Logan bonked his head against Finn’s stomach. “Fish, this is important.”

A kiss was dropped to his head. “I’m listening.” He bent to whisper in Logan’s ear. “God, I love your voice.”

Logan nudged his shoulder against Finn’s jaw gently and laughed, before settling down again. “I was thinking…” He let go of Finn’s hand to cup his jaw and look into his eyes. His beautiful brown eyes. “I was thinking that I want to get Leo space for a garden. Someday.”

Finn's smile was blinding. “Yeah?”

Logan nodded and traced his cheek. “Ouais. And maybe a bar cart. For you. And bookshelves with a library ladder. And a nice big kitchen for Leo. And a reading nook for the both of you.”

“And what'll you have?”

Logan flitted his eyes across Finn's face, then to Leo, who was washing carrots. He gripped Finn's hair and touched their temples. “I'll have you and Le.” He sighed shakily. “That's all I want.” He laughed. “Plus, I'll probably just follow you both around the house to wherever you are, anyways.”

Finn laughed into a brief kiss. “You lost puppy.” He regarded Logan carefully, still smiling. “I love you.”

“Je t'aime,” Logan sighed happily. “I love you so much.”

“Hey,” Leo's voice said softly. Instantly, they turned to look at him. He was smiling broadly and standing in front of them. He patted the basket in his arms. “Got some fresh veggies. Y'all want a platter with some dip? I could whip some up.”

“Yes, please,” Sydney said. “And some iced cold beverages, too, please O'Hara.”

“On it.”

Finn and Leo each passed a hand through Logan's hair before going inside. He sighed and tilted his face up towards the sun.

***

Later, Logan was watching Finn and Leo get ready for bed with a warm feeling in his chest. Leo's chest was still damp from his shower, and Logan’s eyes followed a water droplet down his happy trail and to the hem of his boxers. Finn must have noticed, too, because he brushed his thumb over the wet mark and licked some of the water on Leo's collarbone. Leo laughed and nudged Finn slightly, but Finn just leaned up and kissed his cheek. Logan suddenly felt a desperate wanting to have them beside him. 

“Ici,” he said.

Finn's eyes on his were playful. “What? You getting jealous?” He walked over and flopped down on Logan. “I'll lick you, too, if you want. Watch.”

Logan laughed. “Non, non, rouge-”

But it was too late. Finn had bent his head to lick up Logan's stomach, running his tongue across his own happy trail before settling his chin against Logan's chest. “Don't lie, baby, you like being licked.”

Logan just traced the purple under his eyes with his thumbs. He looked up to Leo, who was putting his dirty garden clothes in the laundry hamper. “Soleil, ici.”

“I'm coming, sweetheart.” He dug around in his suitcase for a second before holding up a book. “Just getting my book out for bed, honey.”

Logan sighed and leaned against Leo's side as he sat down. “I have to tell you something.”

“Okay,” Finn said. He ran a hand up and down Logan's ribs. “Are you okay, baby?”

Logan nodded. He pushed Finn's hair back and settled underneath the arm Leo rested across his shoulders. “I just- I have something to tell you.”

Leo kissed his temple. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Logan took a deep breath. He pressed his cheek to Leo's shoulder, cool from the shower water, and cupped Finn's freckled face in his hands. “You do know that you're forever for me, oui?”

Finn's eyes closed and Leo's breath hitched against his shoulder. They were waiting for him to continue, and he didn't want to keep it in any longer.

“I need you to know that,” he said. He bent to kiss Finn's forehead, then tilted his head up to press his lips to Leo's jaw. Leo's eyes were blue and wide like jewels. “You're it for me. You're forever. There's- there's nothing after you, d'accord? Nothing. I love you too much for there to be room for anything else.”

Leo breathed shakily into his hair. “Oh.”

Logan nudged his cheek with his nose. “Soleil, do you understand? You're it, mon coeur.” When Leo nodded, biting his lip, Logan turned to Finn, who still had his eyes closed and his mouth resting beside Logan's nipple. “Rouge. Rouge do you understand?”

When Finn's eyes opened, they were warm and watery. “I've wanted to have you forever since the day I met you.” Logan's breath hitched as Finn adjusted himself to straddle his thighs. He cupped Logan's jaw firmly, a tear catching on his eyelashes before falling down his cheek. “You've been my forever since you walked into that stupid frat house with that backwards hat. I have loved you every second I've known you, baby. Every single second. And you.” He turned to Leo and smiled in that way him and Logan both did when they caught sight of those baby blues. “You were the most unexpected, beautiful gift the NHL ever gave me. I love to play hockey, sunshine, but I was made to love you. To love both of you.” His tears were falling a bit more freely now, and he brushed the ones that were falling from Leo’s eyes away with his thumbs. “Don’t you ever doubt that, Le, baby. We were made to love you.”

“Ouais, mon coeur,” Logan whispered. He tucked his face into Leo's neck and breathed his scent in deeply. “We love you so much.”

Leo nodded, but he was still sniffling. He tried to speak, but his breath only hitched with a light sob. When his shoulders started shaking, Finn moved away from Logan to settle on top of his lap and hold him. “Oh, Le, baby, it's okay. It's okay, sweetheart.” He kissed the side of Leo's head. “We love you so much.”

“I'm so sorry,” Leo got out. He leaned back to look at Finn and drew Logan close to him. “I'm sorry, it's just- I mean- I just don't know what to do without you. I'm barely an adult, and I don't know what I’d do without you, and I- it's just a lot. I just love you so- so much.”

Surprisingly, that made Finn laugh. “You're so pretty when you cry, you know that?”

Leo just groaned and pinched Finn's hip. “I just mean… I'm still nineteen. Most people don't find their forever at nineteen, or know what that forever feels like. And just- I'm younger but it doesn't feel that way? We're in love, and we live together, and I'm nineteen, and I-” He took a pained breath. “You two- you're too permanent for this to go sideways and have me come out on the other side okay.”

Logan sucked in a breath. “But that's not going to happen, d'accord?” He twisted to kneel up beside them both, taking Leo's face in his hands and looking down at him. “You’re forever, mon soleil. This is it.” He kissed his wet cheeks. “You found us, mon chou. You, okay? Finn and I felt okay to love each other because of you, because we also get to love you.”

“Lo's right,” Finn said. He took Leo's hand and kissed it. “There's no us without you. We are not anything if you're not here, too, okay, baby? I am meant to love you both or nothing at all, there's no in between.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. “I love you both, or nothing at all.”

Leo nodded and looked at them each carefully, lovingly. “I love you more than anything. Anything at all.” He shrugged and smiled softly. “Besides, finding you at nineteen means lots and lots of years together.”

Logan smiled widely. “Ouais. Ouais, you're right, it does.” He kissed Leo, then Finn, then flopped down onto Leo's chest with a grunt. “That was so much English.”

Finn and Leo both laughed loudly and Finn crawled over to rest on Leo's other side. “I don't think you've talked that much ever.”

Logan threw and arm across to tug at Finn's hair. “I needed you to know.”

“Mm,” Finn hummed into Leo's neck. He reached for the book Leo discarded. “Want me to read to you? Let’s see how many books we get through in forever.”

Leo leaned down to kiss him. “Yes, please.” He scooted further down the pillows and closed his eyes. “Your voice puts me to sleep. Like a lullaby.”

Finn grinned at Logan and winked before turning to gaze at Leo's relaxed face. “Oh yeah? Well, get ready, baby, because this lullaby is forever.”

Leo sighed contentedly and wiggled closer to both of them. Logan closed his eyes, too, tucked against Leo's chest. Finn's voice reverberated around his childhood bedroom, the place where Logan dreamed of having him forever, the place that he got to bring Leo to for the first time knowing he was forever. That they both were. The sheets were warm around his torso, Leo's chest heating up as he drifted off. Logan sighed and sank against Leo's skin, against the hand Finn had resting on his hip. He couldn't wait to wake up. There'd be a Cup parade, his family with him, the hot summer sun and the French conversation surrounding him on the main street. But for now, Logan was sleepy and sated, the most important things in his life were in his bed, and he was safe and sound and so, so in love. Logan took a deep breath and basked in his forever.  

I love attack dog Logan with all my heart

Everyone needs a guard dog every now and then to protect them from the not nice homo sapiens. Logan just happens to be a pitbull: he'll bear his teeth, but the second the threat is gone he is a pile of snuggly mush. I also like to think Finn has a bit of a protective streak in him, to.

Enjooooy!!!! All credits to @lumosinlove !!!!

The lights of the rooftop bar made the people around Logan soft, even in the late night darkness. He guessed it must have been close to one in the morning, but he didn't bother checking his watch. He was too busy watching Leo at the bar.

Logan's Rangers teammates had texted the group chat a week previous, asking if anyone was around to have a mid-summer meet-up at their favorite place. Finn, ever the extrovert, had jumped at the opportunity to socialize with his brother, Percy, and Will, and Logan hadn't the heart to refuse his big brown eyes. Besides, it was nice to catch up with his teammates- even if all he had done for the past few hours was stare at his boys, particularly Leo.

The last time he had come to this bar, it had been after they'd knocked Gryffindor out of the playoffs in June, and Logan had spent the whole night yearning with every fiber of his being to be with Leo. The previous six months had been hard on them all, but Leo's hurt had been a different ache. He had been so calm and collected throughout it all: Logan moving, Finn breaking down, Jack, Finn's concussion- even playing during their playoff series. But losing to Logan's goal had been the final straw, and the weight on his shoulders had finally been laid bare for Finn and Logan to see. It felt good to be here with Leo, at the place Logan had missed him so terribly. Now he got to watch him order them more drinks, Finn off somewhere probably making friends. Logan rested his chin on his hand with a soft sigh.

Leo looked so good tonight, with a slightly sheer black button down shirt and dark purple 8-inch shorts that hugged his thighs perfectly. He was smiling and laughing with the bartender as he handed over some bills, his gold chain briefly catching the light as his arm shifted. He caught Logan staring and winked at him. Logan could feel himself shamelessly smiling back as Leo thanked the bartender and took their glasses. As he began to walk over, a man approached him from beside him and blocked his path. 

It wasn't uncommon for them to get recognized in public, but it still made Leo jump every time. He was good at putting up a front, though, and put on his charming smile as he greeted the stranger. It didn't quite reach his eyes, not like it did when he smiled at Logan and Finn, but it was genuine nonetheless. Logan huffed impatiently, resigning himself to a few more minutes of waiting, when something made him sit straight up.

Leo’s smile had abruptly fallen (Logan hated when it did that), his body tensing and his eyes widening. He didn't look afraid, just surprised and uncomfortable. Logan sat on edge for a few more seconds, waiting, then stood as the man said something else and Leo visibly flinched and deflated. He was not going to let his sunshine fade away like that, and walked quickly over.

When Logan approached, Leo caught his eye with a slightly panicked look. Logan didn't hear the tail end of the man's sentence, but he did hear the scoff as he wrapped an arm around Leo's waist.

“Case and point, I see,” the man said. He was rolling his eyes, and it set Logan's blood boiling.

“He doesn't want to talk to you,” Logan bit out. His voice was low, even to his own ears, as he looked the man right in the eye. He was taller than Logan, but not by much, and Logan was certainly stronger. “Leave us alone.”

The man held up his hands in surrender and backed away, turning to walk to the other side of the rooftop. Immediately, Logan spun around. He placed one hand over Leo’s heaving chest and raised the other to cup his flushed cheek. Leo’s breathing was harsh and his eyes were still trailing over the space the man had disappeared to.

“Breathe, mon soleil,” Logan said softly. No matter how angry he felt towards other people, he always softened for Leo and Finn, who deserved his care and gentleness more than anyone else. “What did he do to you?”

Leo clutched at the glasses still in his hands and finally looked down at Logan. “I- he said- Logan.”

Logan stiffened at the use of his full name and the defeat in Leo's voice. He took the tumblers from his hands and set them on the bar, then laced their fingers together and led Leo over to a spare section of wall, hidden under a light bulb that had gone out. There was a small table and a couple of chairs, and Logan sat down and patted his lap. “Ici, mon chou.” 

Leo didn't protest, just bit his lip and nodded. He sat himself sideways over Logan's thighs and clutched at the hand Logan offered him. “Sorry.”

Logan shook his head hard. “Non, don't be sorry, mon amour.” He kissed Leo's cheek. “What did he say to you?”

Leo took a heavy breath as if to prepare himself. “Just… he just wanted to make sure I wasn't letting the other team win.”

Logan's brow furrowed. “Quoi? What do you mean?”

Leo rolled his eyes at himself as they watered. “He said he was disappointed in my ‘playoff mistake’ and wanted to make sure my personal life wouldn't…” He made air quotes with his fingers. “...affect my future performance.”

Logan breathed in sharply and glared towards where the man had wandered off to, as if he could conjure him again just to give him a piece of his mind. “Non, Le,” he said firmly, turning to rest a hand on Leo's jaw. It was tight and his pulse was fast under his fingers. Leo just looked defeated. “Mon coeur, you know that's not true.”

“I know that,” Leo said shakily. He pressed his forehead into Logan's and closed his eyes. “But the season ended with me against you and with me in goal. And I love you more than hockey, but they don't and I-”

“Hey, lovers, how are we-” Finn stopped abruptly at their expressions and rushed the last few feet to them, pressing close. He rested a hand on Leo's back. “What's happening?” At a shaky sigh from Leo, Finn laced his fingers in his hair. “Sunshine, baby, what's wrong?”

Leo just flopped his head on Finn's chest. “Some guy came up and told me to get it together when I play Logan. To not throw away games and to stay focused.”

Hearing the story again did nothing to quell Logan's anger, and it seemed that Finn's face reflected the same sentiment back to him. He looked Logan in the eye fiercely. “He did what? Where the hell is he, I'll-”

“No, Finn,” Leo pleaded. He reached to grasp at the hem of Finn's shirt. “Just stay, please.”

“Okay, okay,” Finn hushed. He wrapped his arm fully around Leo’s shoulders and kissed his head. “I'm staying, not going anywhere, baby.”

Leo closed his eyes and sank into their bodies. He looked tired, like he'd given up, and Logan knew all of those rolling emotions he had felt a few months ago came running back to him; the loss, the frustration, the anger despite not wanting to feel that way. Logan unlaced their fingers and brought both hands up to hold his cheeks. 

“Soleil,” he whispered. “Regarde-moi, mon amour.” Leo slowly opened his eyes and looked helplessly into Logan's own. Logan pressed a hard kiss to his cheek. He needed Leo to understand. “You did the best you could. You are focused, you work hard, and you are so good, mon coeur. So good. Don't let him make you think you aren't.” He sighed deeply and brushed his mouth soft as a feather across Leo's own. “And no matter what happens, I will always love you more than hockey, d'accord? Always. You're everything to us.” He brushed Leo's hair back from his face and caught a stray tear with his thumb. “I can live without hockey. I can't live without you.”

Finn pulled Leo's sagging torso tighter against him. “That goes for both of us, baby. I love you always, okay? You're forever, sweetheart, and hockey isn't.”

Leo didn't say anything for a moment, just bit his lip and looked between them carefully. They just waited, carding his hair back from his face and caressing his skin, until he took a deep inhale, eyes closed. “Thank you,” he said simply. He reached for Finn's hand around his waist and kissed Logan's palm where it was still resting on his cheek. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Finn nodded into his hair and kissed his temple softly. “Let's go home, sweetheart.”

Leo sat up straighter. “No, it's okay. You've been looking forward to this, I'll be fine, I-”

“Non,” Logan interrupted. He wrapped Leo up tighter on his lap. “Home time. Then we cuddle.”

Finn let out a low whistle. “Threats of cuddles from Tremblay. That's the big guns, Le.”

Despite it all, Leo laughed. He kissed Finn, then Logan. “Okay. If you're sure.”

Finn scoffed. “Ditch my loser brother and weirdo friends to go snuggle with the loves of my life? There's no competition, baby.”

Logan laughed. “I'm sure Will and Perce would love you calling them losers.”

Finn considered that for a moment. “Well, Will isn’t a loser, but Percy definitely is.” He squeezed Leo’s waist. “I'll say our goodbyes, and then we'll leave. Wait for me here?”

Logan and Leo both nodded, and Finn wandered off to find their friends. Leo sank into Logan as he wrapped his arms firmly around his trim waist, content to keep him on his lap as long as possible. In turn, Leo threw an arm over Logan's shoulders, their chests pressing together as they watched the scene around them. People were laughing, chatting, drinking- absolutely oblivious to the hurt that Leo was feeling. It made Logan angry, that someone could make his sunshine this upset and the world just didn't stop. His world certainly did, because his world was Leo and Finn, and everything else, even hockey, was the background music to this blissful life of theirs. Logan side and rested his mouth against Leo's bicep.

“Alright, sweetheart?”

Leo's eyes were soft as they looked down at him. Logan met his gaze and nodded, leaning up for a kiss. “Je t'aime.” He gently pressed their foreheads together. “Just thinking about how much I love you.”

Leo closed his eyes and kissed Logan's cheek. “I really love you.” He sighed shakily, but he was smiling as he opened his eyes and gazed at Logan again. Logan couldn’t believe how blue his irises were. “Sometimes I can't believe I got so lucky.”

Logan squeezed Leo's waist harder. “Moi aussi, mon soleil. You're both so beautiful.”

“Look who's talkin’.”

They both laughed at Leo's impression of Finn. Leo's body was shaking on top of his own, so Logan didn't quite notice when the laughter turned to tears.

“Sh, sh, soleil,” he hushed, reaching up to wipe Leo's cheeks. “C'est bien, mon soleil.”

“I know, I know,” Leo said. His nose sounded clogged up and his eyes were dazzling. Despite it all, he was so pretty when he cried. “I'm sorry, I think- he just freaked me out, and then you're here telling me how much you love me, and I- it was just a lot of emotions.” He kissed Logan so hard it burned him up. “I'm okay. Really, I'm okay.”

“Are you sure?”

Leo nodded hurriedly and smiled again. “Yes, yes, I'm sure.” He bumped their temples together. “Thank you for loving me.”

“Always, Le,” Logan whispered. He ran a palm up and down Leo's side. “Always, mon coeur.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, enjoying each other's body heat, before Finn appeared and began to approach them again. Logan felt them both perk up, and he didn't have to look at Leo's face to know he was smiling, too.

Finn pushed Leo's hair back and kissed his forehead gently. He smiled. “Ready to go, baby?”

Leo looked at Finn softly, so softly, and nodded. “Yeah. Let's go to bed.”

Finn held out a hand for Leo, then for Logan. He pulled Logan close and ducked down to kiss him. “You alright, Lo, baby?”

Logan tapped his chest, then reached to take Leo's hand. “Ouais,” he sighed. And like Leo had, despite it all, he smiled. He laced the fingers of his other hand with Finn's, then brought each of their hands to his mouth to kiss the backs of them. “Ouais, mon rouge. Let's go home.”

Please cubs wisdom tooth removal🥹🥹! I can so see Finn being hilarious and just making inappropriate jokes in the dentist office, Logan being sleepy and clingy just hanging off of his boys, and for some reason I just see Leo straight up sobbing about how much he loves them and asking them if they love him back (how I acted towards my bf I can’t lie)

I remember when my friends all got theirs out and the pictures and videos were so fucking funny. Those videos never cease to make me laugh!

Have Finn being himself but times 10 (and in public, YEESH), Logan being an extra snuggly koala bear (again), and Leo being just the sweetest sweetheart there ever sweethearted!

All credits to @lumosinlove !! Keep sending in prompts, I LOVE your ideas!! <3

When Finn came to, the light was blinding. He squinted against the brightness, feeling slightly fuzzy, and turned his aching neck in confusion. This was not his comfy bed, which was big, fluffy, and always warm. This particular chair was tiny, stiff, and severely lacking in human barnacle furnaces, which he was so accustomed to sleeping with that it was disorienting waking up without other limbs splayed across him. He tried to sit up, couldn't, huffed, and plopped back down. His surroundings were still blurry, but he tried to make shapes out in the haze anyway. He turned his head to the left, and-

“Woah,” Finn said. He blinked hard, sure his eyes had malfunctioned, but when he opened them again it was still the same view. “Oh man.”

There, right in front of him, we're two very handsome Greek gods. Or, at least, they had to have been Greek gods, because that kind of beauty was ethereal. Otherworldly. Jaw-dropping. And what was more devastating was they were smiling at him, which did nothing to help his current disbelieving predicament. Instead, he thought, it would be worth it to use his charm. Everyone loved a charmer, and Finn was nothing if not a well-practiced extrovert.

As such, he gave them his most dashing smile and batted his eyelashes in a way he had been told was sexy. When he spoke, his voice sounded funny, but he at least had to try. “Now, what are a couple pretty things like you doing in a place like this?”

Logan snorted and approached the chair, running his fingers through Finn's hair. “Salut, mon rouge.”

Finn decided to try a different tactic. “Hey, gorgeous. Come here, often?”

“Non, no I don't come here.”

That made Finn giddy. “Well, I can make you, if you want.”

“Finn,” Leo admonished, but he was blushing with a smile. “There are other people.”

A woman on Finn's other side, dressed in floral scrubs, let out a laugh. “Don't worry about it. Happens all the time.” She rummaged around on a table, then turned to Leo and Logan. “I think it's time to get him home.”

“Yes,” Finn nodded eagerly. He reached for the hem of Logan's shirt. “Take me home.”

“Rouge,” Logan said gently. He eased Finn's hand into his and squeezed. “Quiet, mon coeur.”

“Make me.”

“My Lord,” Leo laughed. He, too, approached Logan's chair and rubbed a hand on his thigh. “You are hopeless, sweetheart. Let's get you home and to bed.”

Finn winked. “Only if you join me.” He scrunched his brow. “My face feels funny.”

The nurse laughed. “You sure are a talker, huh? That'll be the meds, hon. You've just gotten your wisdom teeth out.”

That alarmed him. “So my wisdom is gone? But then how will I know how to fuck my-”

Logan gently placed a hand over his mouth with a startled look. “Non, Fish.” He looked at the nurse with wide eyes. “Sorry about him.”

She just laughed again. “You have fun with him.” She slapped her hands on her knees and stood. “C'mon Finn, your boys will take you home.”

“Yay,” Finn said around Logan's hand. He wrapped his fingers around Logan’s wrist. “Yay, yay, yay.”

Leo pinched his thigh then stepped into Logan's space. Together, they helped Finn stand and each put an arm around his waist. He listed a little into Logan and put a hand on his chest to steady himself. Finn raised his eyebrows in startled surprise at the hard muscle underneath. He grinned down and met Logan's fond green gaze with wide eyes. “Whoa.” He spun himself to face Logan completely, slightly too quickly.

“Geez, Fish,” Leo scolded. He followed and pressed himself behind Finn with a firm grip to his waist. “Be careful.”

Finn just ignored him and used two hands to cup Logan's pecs. “Woah.” He stared down at Logan's chest, which was pressing tight to the edges of his shirt. “Are you real?”

Logan was bright red and grinning. “Rouge…”

“Wait.” Finn turned in their arms and cupped Leo's chest, too. It was a bit softer than Logan's, so he ran his fingers down Leo's torso. When he got to his abs and felt the ridges under his fingertips, his eyes widened further. When he looked back up at Leo, he was smirking. “I know what I want to do when I get home.”

Leo just shook his head fondly and bit his lip around a smitten grin. “Oh yeah? What's that?”

Finn leaned in. “You.” He glanced over his shoulder at Logan. “And you.”

Leo guffawed, but Logan just twitched. “Rouge, mon Dieu, you can't say that here.” He nodded to the nurse who was looking at them amusedly. “She's waiting for us, we've got to go.”

The nurse played along, clapping her hands. “Chop chop, loverboy. Gotta get you into bed with some fluids.”

Finn nodded eagerly and straightened. “Yes, please.” He gathered Leo and Logan to either side of him and walked them forward hurriedly. They stumbled, but followed him out. “Bed, let's go to bed, yeah.”

“So sorry about him, again, ma'am,” Leo said. He had to talk over his shoulder as Finn made a beeline for the front door. “Thanks for your help! The doc gave us instructions.”

“Have a lovely day!” She winked. “And not too much fun yet.”

Leo laughed and waved before helping Logan aid Finn in walking to the car. Once he was strapped in, Finn wiggled back in his seat. “So,” he said, waggling his eyebrows, grin sharp and slightly painful around his chubby cheeks. “I hear your instructions are to take me home.”

Then he leaned back as his boys rolled their eyes, head lolling against the headrest, and passed out promptly five minutes into the ride home. 

***

Leo watched Logan's tired eyes blink open slowly, the drowsiness making him heavy against the dentist chair. He squinted at them, confused, before letting out a sigh and closing his eyes once more. He reached his hands out, levitating them over his body, straight out and stiff. Leo looked to Finn, who had a hand over his mouth and was shaking in silent laughter.

Logan sighed heavily again. “Ici.”

Finn laughed softly and walked over to take Logan's hands gently in his own. “How you doing, ten?”

Logan's brow furrowed. “Ici.”

Leo smiled and approached the chair to rub Logan's thighs gently. “Honey, we can't snuggle yet. Gotta get you home first.”

Logan let out a whine. He opened his eyes and his expression was defiant. “Non. Non, ce n'est pas bien.”

Finn leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Let's go, baby boy. Time to get up.”

“Help,” Logan said. He reached out for Finn's shoulders and wrapped his arms around him. “Help, please.”

Finn wrapped him up and hauled him to a sitting position. “There you go, baby. You okay?”

Logan just looked out at Leo over Finn’s shoulder with soft eyes. “Soleil, viens ici.”

Leo shook his head. “You've gotta get up, honey. We've gotta take you home.”

Logan let out one more petulant whine that he would surely be embarrassed about later. “Non, soleil, viens ici. Je veux un câlin de toi.”

Leo passed his hands once more up and down Logan’s thighs. “How about this, sweetheart: if you stand, I'll give you a hug.”

Logan groaned into Finn's shoulder, which was a little wet with drool. “Non. Non, non, non.”

“Yon,” Finn said. He pulled gently away and took Logan's hands. “C'mon, my baby, let's go. I'll get your stuff and the keys ready, Le will help you to the car.”

Finn helped Logan stand with another groan and Logan patted his cheek lovingly. “Merci, rouge.” He turned to Leo and held his arms out. “Soleil.”

Leo laughed and rested his chin on top of Logan's head, watching as Finn amusedly gathered their instructions from the doctor and said goodbye to the remaining nurses. “Salut, Lo.”

“Mm, français,” Logan sighed happily. He tucked his face into Leo's chest. “Je préfère le français.”

“I know you do, honey,” Leo replied, rubbing a hand gently up and down Logan's back. “But Fish can't always understand.”

“Should learn.”

“I'll have you know,” Finn said, turning towards them. “I understand more than you think.” He tilted his head. “At least, I know when you tell me you love me. And when you demand things from me.”

Logan peeked out from Leo's chest. “Bisou.”

Finn placed a smacking kiss to Logan's forehead. “There you go, baby.”

Logan grinned the best he could around the gauze in his mouth before closing his eyes. He didn't say anything, just sighed heavily again. 

The nurse was smiling around a laugh and approached Finn. “You need a wheelchair to get him out of here?”

Leo shook his head with a grin. “No thank you, ma'am, we'll be fine.” He passed a hand through Logan’s hair. “Open your eyes, Lo, we're gonna go.”

“Câlins?”

“When we get home sweetheart. All the hugs you want.”

Logan hummed but stepped back. “Bien. Allez.” He wrapped an arm around Leo’s waist and took a step forward towards the door, carefully watching his feet. He almost ran into Finn and looked up with pleased eyes. “Rouge.”

Finn grinned down at him and shouldered his backpack. “Hi, Lo, baby. Ready to go?”

“Ouais.” Logan turned to the nurse. “Merci.” He tugged at Leo’s waist. “Allez, soleil. Câlins.”

“Coming up, sweetheart, as soon as we get home.”

Forty-five minutes later, Logan was settled back to chest with Leo on the couch, Finn settling down beside them with some water and electrolyte powder. He threw an arm around the back of the couch to stroke Leo's hair and rested his other hand on Logan's stomach. “Feeling okay, baby?”

Logan's sleepy eyes looked out at him. “Ouais.” He wiggled back into Leo and stretched out his arm closest to Finn. “Câlin.”

Finn complied and rested his head on Logan's shoulder, Leo winding an arm around to rub at his ribs. Leo rested his own head on top of Logan's and closed his eyes. He was just about to fall asleep when a gasp from Logan jerked him awake.

“Merde,” Logan whispered. “I can't kiss you until my mouth heals!” He let out a frustrated groan.

Leo and Finn burst out laughing and Leo kissed his head. 

“Lots of hugs then, Lo,” he said gently. He and Finn smiled at each other. “Lots and lots of hugs.”

***

“And you're, like, my- my boyfriends?”

Logan laughed from where he was sat in the backseat with Leo. “Ouais, soleil. We're your boyfriends.”

“You got two of us, Le,” Finn said. He smiled and caught Logan's eye in the rearview mirror. “How ‘bout that, huh?”

“Oh my God,” Leo gasped. He burst into tears again. “Oh my God!”

Logan tried not to laugh as he shushed Leo again and wiped his slightly puffy, tear-streaked cheeks. He'd been like this since awakening from being under anesthesia. At first, he had been excited to learn he had two boyfriends, and had dragged them like a puppy out to the car. Now, though, it seemed like the emotions had become too much for him, and he'd been crying in amazement pretty much since Logan had buckled him in and Finn had pulled out of the parking lot. Logan figured that Leo should've counted himself lucky they weren't video taping him.

Leo was still crying when he took Logan’s hand in his own and squeezed tightly to stop him from wiping his cheeks. “And do you- you love me?”

Logan’s shoulders relaxed and he softened. “Ouais, mon coeur.” He once again caught Finn’s eye in the mirror. They were both flushed with love and smiling gently. He turned back to look Leo in the eyes and kissed his cheek. “More than anything. Toujours.”

Leo's eyes widened. “Et tu parles français.” He leaned forward to look at Finn. Logan placed a palm on his waist to steady him. “Parles-tu français?”

Finn laughed. “Just a bit, baby. Just enough to tell you I don't. And to give you kisses and coffee.”

Leo thanked his head back on his seat happily. “Je t'aime.” He blinked hard and looked sharply to Logan. “I've told you I love you, right?”

Logan couldn't help it. He grinned and nudged Leo's cheek with his nose before kissing him there again. “From the very first day we said we wanted each other, you told us you were going to love us.” He brushed the gray pieces back from Leo's face, accenting his wide blue eyes. They were, as usual, taking in everything Logan was saying without even trying. “And then a little while later I told you I love you.”

“We.”

“Ouais, we did,” Logan amended. He smirked. “But I said it first.”

“Don't listen to him, Le,” Finn said with a fond eye roll. “We had a plan, but somebody got too impatient.” He winked back at Leo. “Your boyfriends both have impulsive streaks. You sure you still want us?”

“Uh,” Leo said. He looked between them tearily. “Oui, I do.”

“Good.” Finn reached a hand back to squeeze Leo's fingers. “Because we want you forever, how does that sound?”

“Oh,” Leo whispered. His eyes were watering again and Logan swiped the tear that fell with his thumb. Leo looked at him and smiled. “I'd like that.” His slightly swollen bottom lip quivered. “You're really good boyfriends.”

“Aw, baby,” Finn laughed. He spun the wheel deftly to turn at the green light. “You're a good boyfriend, too.”

Leo looked down at Logan with his glistening baby blues. “I am?”

“Ouais, mon amour,” Logan sighed happily. He guided Leo’s head to his shoulder and laced their fingers. Leo’s breathing had calmed. “The best.” He kissed Leo’s curls and watched Finn’s sharp jaw spread in a smile as he drove. “Sleep, mon soleil. I'll tell you when we’re home.”

Being the experienced chef he is, do you think when leo accidentally burns himself he just barley feels it anymore because today my mother was cooking and fully just touched the pan to see if it was hot enough. Said “ouch. Yup it’s ready.” And proceeded and it made me think of our sunshine🥲🥲.

I am a restaurant worker, so I DEFINITELY relate to Leo. My fingers are so used to touching hot things, just like Leo. It's an acquired skill. Although, Finn and Logan would say that LEO is hot and they touch him, so ayo, I guess they have mad skills, too (shrugs).

Enjoy Chef Knut and his concerned, smitten side kicks/food critics! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

P.S. I am almost done writing all the prompts I've been sent so feel free to send more my way!!

“Baby?” Finn called from their bedroom.

“Yeah?”

“You need any help in there?”

“Nope! You go get Lo, I'll be fine!”

Leo hummed to himself and stirred the pot where the stew was cooking. Lamb, potatoes, leeks, onions, carrots, spices- the smell wafted through the air as he opened the lid to check on it. Satisfied, he grabbed a towel to protect his hands and placed the Dutch oven in the oven. A gasp sounded behind him.

“Baby, careful!”

Leo furrowed his eyebrows at Finn, who was now standing on the other side of the counter in checkered pants and a sweater, eyes wide behind his glasses. Leo knocked the oven door closed with his hip. “What, sweetheart? I'm fine.”

Finn shook his head and came around to join Leo. “Your hands, Le. You're gonna burn them, baby.”

Leo looked at him in confusion as Finn played with his fingers. “No, it's not hot. I’m okay, I used a towel.”

Finn scoffed. “Yeah, a towel. That's thinner than oven mitts.” He brought Leo's hands up to kiss them hard, then looked with pleading eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” He brushed a curl out of Leo's eyes. “I love these hands too much.”

Leo just smiled softly at him. “You're sweet.” He squeezed Finn's fingers and leaned in for a kiss. “But I'm okay, I promise. I don't notice it, sweetheart, I'm used to it.”

Finn narrowed his eyes skeptically but huffed, kissing Leo hard on the mouth. “I'm going to pick up baby from the Rangers hotel.” He kissed Leo's cheek and went to grab his shoes. “Be careful please. No burnt boyfriends- room temperature only.”

Leo laughed and turned back to the counter, where he was working on shaping some bread dough. “I'll try my best, sweetheart. Love you.”

“Love you!” Finn called, then he was out the door.

Leo sighed happily, then went back to his bread.

***

An hour later, the front door opened and Finn and Logan came in with a flurry of laughter and chatter. Finn had Logan's bag in one hand and Logan's own hand In his other, and they both stopped suddenly when they saw Leo, who was back to stirring the stew on the stove as it warmed up again. His bread was staying warm in the oven, ready to come out any minute, and he'd set their counter with plates, utensils, and a few candles. Logan roved his eyes over it with a pleased smile, then unlaced his fingers with Finn's to go to Leo.

“Salut,” he said contentedly, wrapping his arms around Leo's neck and drawing him into a kiss.

“Hi, honey,” Leo replied happily. Logan was kissing him in hard, happy draws of his lips, and he held him there for a moment. When they pulled away, Logan buried his face in Leo's chest, and Leo chuckled. “How are you?”

“Bien,” Logan sighed. “I'm so good.” He pulled away and reached up to scratch at Leo's scalp. “What are you making?”

“Stew and bread, honey. It's done cooking, just reheating the stew and keeping the bread warm in the oven.” He gave Logan another quick kiss and turned to the pot. “Wash your hands, sweethearts, and I'll plate it up.”

While they washed their hands, Leo took the lid off the pot and grabbed their bowls to be filled with soup. He dipped a finger in to test the temperature, hummed satisfactorily, then handed the bowls to each of his boys. 

“Looks good, Le,” Finn said.

“Nice and hot, honey, so be careful.”

“Merci, mon amour,” Logan said. He kissed Leo's shoulder as he passed. “Need any help?”

Leo shook his head and kissed Logan's temple. “No, I'll be fine. Just going to cut up the bread.”

He shooed them off to sit at the counter, then opened the oven to take out the loaves. They were warm and had a nice crust, and steamed as he cut into them. He examined the crumb and nodded in approval, slicing some more to place in the basket he had ready with honey butter. He was almost done, ready to sit and eat, when a noise sounded from behind him.

“Leo, fais attention,” Logan said earnestly. “You're going to burn yourself, chérie.

Finn's fork clattered against his plate. “That's what I said!”

Leo laughed and placed the basket in front of them. “Honestly, boys, I don't feel it. It's not that hot.”

Finn narrowed his eyes and reached for a piece of bread, flinching when his fingers made contact. “Ouch!” he gasped, sucking his finger into his mouth. “Le, that's hot, you're crazy.”

“Ouais, and you dipped your finger in the stew to test it, and it's hot, too,” Logan pointed out. “You're going to hurt yourself.”

Leo smiled at them and rolled his eyes playfully. “If you two spent as much time in the kitchen as I do, then you might build up a tolerance to pain as well.” He sighed and walked around the counter, settling on a stool on the other side of Logan. They were both watching him closely. “Besides, I'd rather have hot food and wait for it to cool than have cold food. That's what my mama always said.” He took a spoonful of stew and popped it into his mouth. “Hey, this is good.”

“Ouais, but it's hot,” Logan said. 

Leo winked at him. “You’re hot.”

Finn guffawed out a laugh. “He's got a point.” He leaned over and bit Logan's shoulder. “You're hot, and we eat you. Very tasty.”

Logan raised his eyebrows, but Leo could see the blush dusting his cheeks. “You're so weird.” He kissed each of their cheeks. “I love you.”

“Love you,” Leo replied. He felt floaty. “Now, c'mon, eat while it's still hot.” He grinned mischievously at Finn. “Then we can eat Logan.”

Leo laughed at their sudden eagerness to finish their stew and reached for a piece of bread. They both burned their tongues, humming in appreciation anyways, but Leo didn't care if it was the worst stew they'd ever had, or a Michelin star dish. They ate it up eagerly and he watched them with his chin in his palm. He was as warm as the supper in front of them and basked in the sunshine. 

Yes, Leo decided, scooping his last spoonful. It was a good stew.

“He picks me up all the time” erm we need more of Finn picking up his boyfriends ASAPPPOO

So sorry this took so long. I've been busy-busy, so I've been spacing out my posts until I can write some more. Keep the asks coming though, I love love LOVE receiving prompts! <3

Have some Finn having fun tossing around his boys! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Let’s go, Lo baby,” Finn said. He grabbed Logan’s body from the bed and picked him up bridal style. Logan let out a wheezing noise.

“Fish.”

“Nope, we gotta go.” Finn was grinning down at him and placed a smacking kiss on his forehead. “It’s Christmas!”

“Non, it’s not,” Logan sighed. He burrowed his face into Finn’s neck. “That’s tomorrow.”

Finn nodded enthusiastically as he carried Logan out into the living room. “Right, but Leo’s doing food prep today for dinner tomorrow. Loads of people are coming over, baby, we gotta help.”

Logan groaned. “Café.”

“Right here, honey,” Leo’s voice came. He was stood in the kitchen dressed in the cute reindeer apron Finn had bought him for this exact day, smiling with a mug in his hand. “Put some cinnamon in it, too. And some homemade whipped cream.”

Logan smiled at him. “Thank you.” He jostled Finn’s shoulders. “Down.”

“Nope, not yet.” He boosted Logan up. “Here we go.” And with that, he ran around the counter, making a zoom sound, and stopped right in front of Leo. “Here, Le, Santa brought you a present.”

Leo raised his eyebrows amusedly. “Santa, huh?”

“Yup.” Finn’s grin was sly. “Sexy Santa, too. He forgot his suit and hat, though.”

Leo held out his arms. “It’s okay. I prefer him without it.” He transitioned Logan from Finn’s arms to his own and kissed his forehead. Logan preened under the attention. “My favorite gift ever.”

Finn waggled his eyebrows. “Want me to wrap him up for you? Give me five minutes.”

Leo snorted. “We don’t have time.” Logan reached up to play with his curls and drew him down into a kiss. Leo smiled into it. “Although, you do make a very convincing argument.” With a last kiss, he placed Logan back in Finn’s arms. “Go get dressed, sweethearts. I’ve got coffee ready, some oatmeal, and then it’s show time.”

“On it, butter.” Finn spun a one-eighty, making Logan laugh, and ran back into their bedroom. “Don’t worry, Le!” he called. “Santa will be back with your present in a jiffy!” There was a small silence. “Hey, Le! If I get a sexy Santa costume, can I get you a sexy Mrs. Claus outfit, and then we can unwrap our gift together?”

Leo shook his head fondly. “Whatever you want sweetheart!” He bit his lip. “Tell you what, honey, if we can get the meat marinating and the desserts in the oven by lunch, I’ll give you a present.”

There were two sharp intakes of breath. “On it!”

***

“Finn!”

Logan opened his eyes from where he was laying beneath the shade of a tree. He squinted against the sun filtering through the leaves and turned his head, breaking out into a smile. He didn’t know how or why, but Finn had Leo over his shoulder, Leo still with the football they were throwing in his hands. Leo was laughing, curls dangling towards the ground. Finn was running towards Logan a little lopsidely with that gorgeous crooked smile. Logan pushed himself up on his elbows to greet them, grinning up at them as Finn stopped beside their picnic blanket. 

“Hi, gorgeous.”

“Rouge.” He peered around Finn’s legs to meet Leo’s red face. “Why is soleil upside down?”

Finn gave Leo’s butt a loving smack. “I wanted to demonstrate my football tackle.”

“Finn,” Leo laughed. “This is not a football tackle.”

Finn shrugged. “It’s like… if a football tackle was combined with a touchdown. The goal is to carry you into the endzone, Le.” 

“Harz, that is not how football-”

But Finn interrupted him by spinning around a few times before crouching down to put Leo on his feet. He pressed a burst of kisses to Leo’s cheek. “Howdy, baby. You okay?”

Leo pinched his hips. “That was a lot of spinning.”

Finn waggled his eyebrows. “Fun, right?”

Leo giggled in the twinkly way he did. It lit Logan up, and he reached up to grab at Leo’s hand. “Assieds-toi, mon amour.”

Leo sat down with an oof and flopped down on Logan’s chest. “How’s your nap, sweetheart?”

“Good,” Logan sighed. “Rouge, ici.”

Finn laid himself down on Logan’s other shoulder. He looked contemplative. “Hey, Lo, do you think I could use you as a football?” He grinned sharply. “Leo and I could toss you in between us.”

Logan slapped his chest, but blushed anyways. Leo’s laugh was light in his ear and he leaned into their bodies as he closed his eyes, allowing the summer heat to work its way into his body. He was warm all over as he drifted off to sleep.

***

“Fish, this is not going to-”

“No, no, hold on, I can do it-”

“Rouge, you’re going to drop me-!”

“Oof.”

Leo stabilized himself on the ground to keep from falling on Logan and Finn, who were pressed into the couch at an awkward angle. Finn was attempting to lift them both up, a feat he assured them he could accomplish. So far, it had proven less than easy.

“Finn,” Leo sighed. “Combined Logan and I are almost four hundred pounds. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Nuh-uh,” Finn protested, righting himself with a kiss to Logan’s cheek. “I can squat four twenty-five for reps, peanut butter. I can totally carry you.”

“Hm, so strong,” Logan said appreciatively as he ran his hands up and down Finn’s biceps. 

Finn winked at him. “Just for you, baby.” He jumped a couple times them squatted down with a look behind his shoulder at Leo. “C’mon, Le, up.”

Leo sighed again. “Okay,” he conceded. He jumped on Finn’s back and gripped him with his limbs. “Just be careful, sweetheart. We’ve gotta go back after the All-Star break, and coach would kill us if you got injured. And Lo’s gotta make it back to New York in one piece.”

“It’ll be fine, trust me, baby.” He patted Leo’s thighs. “You secure, nutter butter?”

“So secure.”

“All righty.” He guided Logan into standing on the coach and reached out for him. “C’mere, Lolo.”

“That’s not my name.”

“Lo, baby. Let’s go, I wanna do it.”

“D’accord. D’accord, here we go.”

Logan gingerly wrapped his legs around Finn and Leo’s bodies, hooking his ankles into Leo’s lower back. His hands gripped around Finn’s neck. 

“Rouge, am I choking you?”

“Not now, but you can later.”

“Harz, non-”

“What do you mean, ‘non’? I’ll have you know, I’m totally game for-”

“Guys,” Leo interrupted with a laugh. “Guys, we’re doing it.”

“Oh,” Finn gasped. “Oh, oh, hey! Yes, look at that!” Finn let out a whoop and jostled Logan around his butt. “Let’s fucking go! Gonna carry both my boys around everywhere.”

Logan raised his eyebrows. “I dare you to take two steps.”

“You just watch.” Finn took two shaky steps backward, then spun and attempted to walk around the couch. Each stride was easier and easier, and Logan and Leo watched a pleased grin take over his face. “Would ya look at that?” He reached one arm around to pat at Leo blindly. “Hey, wanna walk down the aisle like this?”

“No,” Leo laughed. “That’d be ridiculous.”

“Not really. I don’t think it’d surprise anybody.”

Logan laughed and kissed him. “Only you, rouge.”

“No,” Finn retorted with a smile. He was just wandering around the apartment now, aimlessly meandering. “You two seem to be enjoying this.”

Leo got a full view of Logan’s twinkling eyes. “Ouais. Ouais, you know, I am.”

Leo tucked his chin over Finn’s shoulder. “Me, too. Maybe we do walk down the aisle like this.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Finn did a little shimmy and headed towards their bedroom. “Okay, now let’s go to the park and see how far I can run with you.”

“Non,” Logan said. He was smirking. “I think I want you to toss me around a little more.”

“Oh yeah? Get ready baby.”

And all Logan and Leo could do was laugh as Logan was launched onto their bed.

I feel like all my asks are leo centric I’m sorry 🥲🥲 I JUST LOVE HIM! Anyway I’ve always been fascinated with the gray streak in Leo’s hair and the scar on his head if you think you can write anything about that!

No apologies necessary. Leo Knut deserves to be loved like that! O'Hara and Tremblay are the presidents of the Sunshine Fan Club after all.

Have some contemplative Dad Wyatt, some snarky Eloise, and (as usual) some Leo-obsessed FinnLo!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo was an active 5-year-old. In many ways, Wyatt was grateful for that. He was always willing to go for a swim, a walk with Eloise, skating at the rink, basketball in the park. He was an easy-going kid, too; he wasn’t fussy, was very polite, friendly and a bit shy. All in all, Wyatt counted himself lucky to have such a wonderful son, such a wonderful wife, such a wonderful life.

This day, however, was testing his patience. 

“Leo, honey,” Eloise was saying, a bit exapserated. She had driven them out to a cove on their motorboat and was sat on the high stool near the wheel. “Please be careful near the windshield, I don’t want you to hit your head.”

Wyatt could tell Leo was also exasperated, but he nodded anyways. “Yes, mama.”

She leaned down to frame his head with her hands and kissed his blonde curls. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“But it’s easier to grip there if I move the ladder!”

Eloise sighed and looked over at Wyatt. “Then have your daddy and I help you on further down the side, okay? Please? Just until you’re older and your arms are longer.”

Leo bit his lip. Even as a young boy, Leo was very careful with his words, just like his father. Wyatt smiled at him and nodded encouragingly. 

“Okay,” Leo said. “I’m sorry, mama.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” she replied gently. “Why don’t you hop back in, huh? Then we’ll go back home. Daddy’s going to grill some steak.”

Wyatt sat up. “You wanna help me bud? I’ll teach you how to use the grill. We can make the steak sauce together, too.”

Leo nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah!” He scurried to the ledge, stood with one foot up, and yelled as he jumped off into the water. 

Eloise laughed and came to sit on Wyatt’s lap in the shade of the canopy. “You know, we’ll make a chef out of him, yet.”

Wyatt rubbed a hand up and down her thigh. “Or an athlete. He’s got enough energy for an entire army.”

“Eats enough for one, too, my Lord.” Eloise blew out air through her cheeks. “He’s going to cost us a fortune in food when he’s older.”

Wyatt just took her cheek in his hands. “Hey,” he said. She turned and smiled at him, leaning in for a kiss. “We did good.”

“Yes.” Eloise’s teeth were white against her tan skin, her blonde curls, exactly like their son's, bobbing as she nodded. “We did.” She pressed their foreheads together. “He’s a very special boy, our Leo.”

Before Wyatt could agree, Leo was calling out for them.

“Mama, daddy! There is this huge plant that’s growing from the bottom, come-” 

There was a clunk, and a cry, and then Eloise was looking up abruptly and pulling out of Wyatt’s arms, rushing over to where Leo was lying on the floor of the boat. There was blood, stark on the white paint of the material, and Leo was curled up and whimpering. Eloise jerked her head to Wyatt. “Get me the First Aid Kit! We gotta go back to shore.” She hushed Leo gently, elevating his head in her arms while Wyatt scrambled for their emergency bag. “Sh, sh, baby it’s okay. Mama’s got you, sweetheart, you’ll be just fine.” She placed a kiss right beside the cut just as Wyatt kneeled down beside them. “The gauze please, Wy.”

Wyatt didn’t know how his wife was so calm, cool, and collected while he was inwardly freaking out. His hands shook as he opened the case, pulling out a roll of the white fabric and handing it to his wife. She thanked him, holding Leo in the crook of her elbow with one arm to press the material to her son’s head. When Wyatt still didn’t move, she turned to him. 

“Wyatt, to the shore. If we need to go to the hospital, we need to be on land.”

Wyatt scrambled up. “Right. Right, okay.” He took the key from the seat and turned on the motor, muttering to himself. “Right, the shore. The land, then the hospital.”

And with Leo’s whimpers as their background music, he turned them towards the boat launch.

***

“When did it start going gray like this, Le?”

Leo looked up at Finn and then to his father with questioning eyes. “I don’t know. Dad?”

Wyatt walked over to find Leo and his boys sat on the couch in their living room, where Eloise had once again brought out a photo album for them to peruse. The particular photo they were looking at was Leo in the hospital after he’d banged his head. He’d gotten a few staples, the scar not incredibly visible now due to the sheer quantity of hair he had, and the photo showed him with a bandage wrapped around his head and smiling with a lollipop in his mouth. Eloise was sat beside him, laughing, and stroking his hair back from his face. 

“I don’t know,” Wyatt answered. “Not for a couple of weeks.” He chuckled softly. “I remember when you first noticed it. You got really freaked out that you’d been possessed or something.”

Leo rolled his eyes and blushed when Finn laughed. “Did a New Orleans monster of the deep possess you, baby?”

Wyatt smiled fondly. “Let’s just say he had an active imagination.”

Logan reached up to play with the gray strands. Wyatt couldn’t count the number of times he had done the exact same thing during Leo’s childhood. It jolted his heart, still, to see someone newer doing that to Leo. Finn and Logan were gentle with him in a way not many other people were. Mostly, people tended to look over Leo, or used his sweet disposition to their advantage- Wyatt didn’t know all of the details of his high school relationship, but he knew that Leo was treated unfairly. He and Eloise had noticed him retreating in on himself, and they were slightly worried when he’d gone off to the NHL, alone and newly out to them. But then he’d call them and talk about his roommates, at home and on the road, smiling and laughing and with a twinkle in his eyes that had Eloise and Wyatt exchanging knowing looks. It hadn’t been the plan, their Leo dating two of his teammates, but though it was a surprise, it was also a joyful revelation. He smiled more easily now, laughed harder than he ever had anywhere else, except for maybe in their home. And he was obviously in love and committed for the long haul. Wyatt remembered that exact feeling when he’d brought Eloise home for the first time to his parents. They were out in the country, a typical Cajun household, and were overjoyed that Eloise wanted to know them, to cook with them, to speak French with them. He remembered feeling so in love the first time she’d gone fishing with him and his father, prepared crab with his mother and older brother. He felt proud of Leo for finding that love, even if it was in an unlikely place.

“I think it suits you, soleil,” Logan said, interrupting Wyatt’s musings. “It’s like a ray of sunshine.”

“Yeah!” Finn agreed. “Sunshine for our sunshine.”

Leo was blushing really hard now. “Guys stop that.”

“Don’t you dare,” came Eloise’s voice. She came in from the kitchen with a plate of butterscotch cookies, and Logan’s eyes widened in excitement as she set the it down. She took Leo’s head in her hands, just as she had the day he’d fallen on the boat, and every day before that, and every day since, and kissed him hard where the gray streaks grew from his temple. “Don’t you let them stop, you hear me, sweetheart?” She patted his head. “And please still be careful near the windshield.”

“Mama, I’m six foot three, I can get on the boat now.”

Eloise smiled mischievously. “Well, then make sure Logan is careful near the windshield.”

Logan choked slightly on the cookie in his mouth as Finn burst out into laughter, his entire body shaking. “Oh man, Eloise. You should hang out in the locker room more often, the boys would get a kick out of you.” He reached across Leo’s body to scuff Logan’s head. “Way to take him down a notch.”

That made Leo laugh and turn to look delightedly at Logan. “That’s what Kasey said to me the first time I made fun of your height in the locker room.”

Logan rolled his eyes so hard Wyatt thought they might permanently stay back in his skull. “Va te faire.”

“Language, Tremblay,” Finn scolded.

Eloise tisked. “Oh, we’ve heard it all, don’t you worry. We’re a hockey family.” She turned her raised eyebrows to Leo. “But Leo knows not to repeat those words.”

Leo’s mouth hung open in surprise, which set both Finn and Logan off into laughter once more. “Mama, I’m twenty-two-”

“And you will use appropriate language in this household, I don’t care what your boyfriends do.”

“What? How is that fair? Dad swears all the time-”

“Leo.”

Wyatt knew she was just teasing, but he still couldn’t help but be amused at Leo’s narrowed eyes. “Sorry, mama.”

Eloise nodded. “Very good.” She clapped her hands and wrapped her arms around Wyatt’s waist. “Now, how about we have some cookies and then we go for a boat ride, hm? All this talk makes me want to get on the water.”

“Ouais, sounds good,” Logan said, swallowing what must have been his third cookie. He and Finn both gazed up at Leo adoringly. “Will you drive the boat?”

“If you want, sweetheart sure,” Leo replied. He pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “Since I’ve got older I’ve basically become a chauffeur.” 

“A very handsome chauffeur,” Finn corrected. He gently brushed the gray tuft of hair. “Very handsome.”

As the boys continued talking, Eloise nudged Wyatt’s hips. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and turned to look at her.

“We did good,” she said in soft French. “We did so good.”

Wyatt pressed their temples together and kissed her lightly. They both turned to look at their son, who had an arm around each of his boyfriends, Finn with a hand on his thigh and Logan with his on Leo’s chest. They were laughing, and Leo’s gray hair bounced with the shake of his body. Wyatt smiled. “Ouais. We did good.”

the cubs having a lazing morning in?? i love your work btw xx

Thank you for the kind words, friend! They made my day!

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!

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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.”

Have another gift that I concocted before the holidays! We love some fluffy family skate!

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

“Allez, Fish!”

Finn looked up at Logan’s yell of his name and the slap of his stick on the ice. Without even thinking, he sent the puck up towards him, feeding Logan slightly ahead of where he was standing to allow him to skate through the pass. Logan spun around Noelle and flicked the puck in a wrist shot, sending it sailing over Leo’s shoulder and into the net.

“Yeah!” Finn shouted. He skated up and crashed Logan into the boards, heart so happy it was going to fly out of his chest. Magic, that’s what it was. They were magic together, and Finn felt so elated to be back with Logan on the ice he was vibrating. He ducked down to talk in Logan’s ear. “Fuck, baby, your spin move is gorgeous.”

Logan was laughing against him. “Merci, rouge. Beautiful pass.”

Finn leaned back to grab Logan’s head and tap their helmets together. “We were meant to find each other, baby. Gorgeous baby.” He kissed Logan’s helmet. “C’mon, back to center ice.”

They skated by Leo, who was shaking his head fondly at them, his goalie mask pushed up over his head to take a drink of water. “Good one, boys.”

Finn smacked him in the butt with his stick. “Can’t beat magic, Knut.” He spun around to find Leo’s eyes following. “Love you.”

Leo rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Love you.”

“Allez!” called Sirius from the face off circle. “Let’s go, we gotta win.”

Remus snorted at him from across the dot. “Family skate is for having fun, Captain.”

“Ouais, but it’s not fun if we don’t win,” Sirius replied matter-of-factly. He braced his stick across his knees and looked at his husband challengingly. “And right now you’re still winning. Logan’s goal only brought us one closer, and we need more to win.”

Remus sighed heavily and looked at Finn. “You have fun with him.”

Finn grinned. “Count on it.” He braced himself against Cole. “Let’s go, double-x.”

Cole groaned. “I’m not even close to twenty any more.”

But Finn didn’t have time to respond as Remus won the face off and Cole dashed up the ice for his pass. Finn grunted and skated hard after him.

***

“You still got it, huh, Harz?”

Finn looked up at Thomas with a grin, sat in Logan’s stall and stripping off to take a shower. Their team had won, 3-2, Finn with an assist on each goal, two to Logan, one to Sirius. He’d felt a bit bad scoring on Leo, but they had been pretty goals. Sirius had a beautiful one-timer from the dot and Finn had found Logan on a breakaway, sending the puck up into empty space and leaving Leo without any defense to help him. Logan had faked, spun the puck backwards between his legs, and sent it right underneath Leo’s thighs. Leo had just laughed and accepted Logan’s apologetic kiss to his cheek, like the good sport he was, but Finn could tell that even he was impressed with how the puck got past him. Logan was fiery always, but especially when playing hockey. It was difficult being on the opposing team. Finn, for his part, had just enjoyed being there with him, playing with him. They had hardly needed to even look at one another yet found each other every time. 

Magic, Finn thought again with a smile. Pure magic.

Thomas laughed at him. “You feeling okay there, all-star?”

Finn just turned to look at him. “I’m toasty, Talky.”

Thomas raised his eyebrows. “That does not sound like appropriate locker room talk for family skate.”

Finn just closed his eyes and thumped his head on the back of his stall. “I can’t help the toastiness, Walky Talky.”

“Quoi?” Logan’s voice sounded. Finn opened his eyes to find Logan in front of him. Thomas was now occupied with Noelle, tracing her engagement and wedding bands with his thumb as he laughed at something she was saying. Finn smiled at them, then up at Logan, who was looking at him with those devastating green eyes. “What can’t you help?”

Finn reached out and grabbed at Logan’s hips, pulling him in between his spread thighs. “I can’t help the toastiness.” He leaned forward and pressed kisses on Logan’s bare abs just above his waistband. “You make me all toasty, baby.”

Logan flushed and pulled at Finn’s hair to force him to look up. His eyes were dark and his jaw clenched. “You can’t say things like that here.”

Finn just ignored him. He held Logan’s gaze and continued pressing kisses to his skin. Logan was breathing hard and looked around the almost empty room. Most had gone to the showers or were not paying attention. “Finn,” he whispered. “Stop that.”

“No,” Finn said. “I want you now.”

“Later,” Logan promised. He leaned down to kiss Finn lightly. “Time to shower, rouge. Then food.”

Finn thunked his head against Logan’s toned stomach with a groan. “No, now.”

Logan laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m toasty.”

“You’re something,” Leo said. He came and sat in his own stall beside them, back from his cool down run in shorts and compression leggings. He smiled and kissed the side of Finn’s head. “What’s going on?”

Logan ran a hand through Finn’s hair. “Rouge is toasty.”

Confusion washed over Leo’s face before he broke out into a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

Finn pouted. “No I am not, you guys. I am in love with two sexy hockey players. Can you really blame me?”

“Non,” Leo said. He kissed Finn’s forehead. “But we’re at family skate. It has to be family appropriate.”

“I guarantee you that Cap and Loops have-”

But Logan covered his mouth before he could finish. “Rouge, non. Non, I don’t want to know what Cap and Loops do.”

Finn just kissed his palm and lightly bit his pointer finger before pulling away. “I love you.”

Logan smiled at him and moved his hand to card through Finn’s hair. “Je t’aime.” He massaged Finn’s scalp. “You know, you still got it. On the ice.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“It’s almost annoying,” Leo scoffed. He leaned his head on Finn’s shoulder. “You’re just too talented.”

“You know, giving me compliments is not really helping the situation.”

Logan just leaned down to kiss him deeply. “Let’s go shower.”

Finn perked up with a toothy grin. “Yes, please.”

“No, honey,” Leo laughed. “Seriously, if you don’t calm down, we’re going to have to wait until everyone’s done so we can shower without you causing a public disturbance.”

“That is kind of my point.”

“Mon Dieu,” Logan sighed. “What is up with you?”

“I’m toasty, baby, I told you.” He took Logan’s hand and kissed over his rings. “You both make me a toasty ghosty.”

Leo snorted. “Let’s go, you pale boy.” He stood and kissed Logan on the forehead. “Shower time.”

Finn looked around the locker room, now empty of anyone accept them, and then at his boys and their retreating forms. He bit his lips and smiled. He followed them, approaching from behind and landing a loving smack to each of their behinds. They both jumped, turning to him with blushing faces; even years later, and they looked at him the same way that they had when they’d been in this locker room playing together, all new feelings and navigating themselves for the first time. He smiled at them and pressed a hard kiss to each of their mouths. 

“Yeah,” Finn whispered. He wrapped an arm around each of their toned waists and ducked their heads closer to his with a content sigh. “Yeah, I still got it.” 

Have some (late) Christmas cheer. Finn would make a great HAB (husband and boyfriend) during his retirement!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Finn waved a hand to the guards outside of the players box, flashing his pass and quickly jogging to the door. He was panting a bit, running late from a department meeting at school, and stumbled through the doorway a bit. Pascal and Celeste Dumais turned to look at him, both with matching amused expressions, as he made his way to his seat. 

“Hi, hi, sorry I’m late,” he breathed. He gave Celeste a kiss on the cheek and clasped Dumo’s hand. “Did I miss warm-ups? We had a meeting after school, last one before the Christmas break, and it went way over.”

“Ouais,” Pascal said. “Puck drop in a couple.” His eyes were mischievous. “You know, it’s okay if you’re not here for warm-ups every time. Your boys look good.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t give them a good luck kiss.”

Celeste snorted slightly. “They’ll be fine, Finn.”

He nudged her gently. “You don’t know that. Logan gets very upset when he doesn’t get a good luck kiss.”

Pascal was shaking his head. “He’s got you wrapped around his finger, mon fils.”

Celeste scuffed the back of his head. “As if I don’t have you in the same position.”

Finn watched as Dumo’s eyes lit up and he leaned over to kiss the side of her head. “Ouais, you do.” He nudged his chin towards the ice. “Allez, puck drop.”

Sure enough, the players were taking to the ice for the start of the game. Leo was in goal, and Finn watched him jump up and down a few times to warm up his legs. Logan was on the outside of the circle, bodying up to an Anaheim player, while Sirius took the face-off. Another forward, a young guy by the name of Ethan Binesi, was their other winger, eyes intently on where Sirius’ stick was splayed across his knees. It was a trip, still, seeing Logan in a Lions jersey again. He’d taken back the number 10, which looked just as gorgeous on him now as it had on his first Harvard jersey. He saw Logan look to Leo briefly, give a nod- I love you- and then he readied his stick. The ref hovered the puck above the dot and the game began.

Sirius won the face-off, immediately snapping it back to Logan, who shot off and stick handled his way around an Anaheim player. He had his head up, searching for a lane, finding Binesi who had faked out his own guy on the opposite side and was hanging out by their offensive zone dot. Logan sent the puck flying onto the Binsei’s stick blade for a slap shot, but the Anaheim goalie blocked it.

It was a physical game, Logan and Thomas getting sent to the box after someone got a little too close to Leo, who held his own spectacularly in the five on three that resulted. Finn couldn’t help but be absolutely smitten as he watched them, as he always was when he got to come and see them play. He loved the game, he missed it, and he was happy teaching, incredibly so- but there was something else about being able to spectate his husbands like he was, being able to finally watch them together after so long of Logan being apart from them for the majority of the year. They were all deliriously happy, sparking that same insatiable feeling they’d had when they’d gotten together, engaged, married- Finn’s heart stopped in his chest every time he saw their shoes paired together by the door, every time he looked up from grading at the table and found Logan sitting on the counter, keeping Leo company while he cooked them dinner. He wanted them forever- which, he guessed, was already implied by the whole marriage thing. But he wanted to marry them over and over again, preferably every day, if he had his way. He’d dance with them like he had at their wedding, spinning Leo around the dance floor by his hips, holding Logan close during softer songs. He’d kiss them like he had at their ceremony, when he had taken each of their faces in between his palms and kissed them so deeply he had almost knocked them over, even Leo, who had a few inches on him.

Finn watched them shake hands with the other team after a demanding third period. They’d won 1-0, a shutout for Leo and an assist for Logan, but it wasn’t much of a lead. Logan would inevitably want to seethe a bit in the car, Leo going over everything that could have gone wrong that would have made them give up their lead. That was one thing Finn didn’t miss about hockey: the constant reviewing every little thing he’d done and feeling like the weight of the entire team was on his shoulders. He found it easier, though, to help Logan and Leo let loose from those experiences, having gone through it himself. He kept finding creative ways to take their minds off of it- asking Leo to read him his students’ essays out loud so he could fairly grade them, rubbing Logan’s feet while he colored in an adult coloring book (he’d really taken to them recently). He’d gotten really good at mocktails, too, so when his husbands were in between games or intense training sessions, they didn’t have to drink alcohol but could still enjoy the taste and the conversation that came with Finn mixing them drinks. 

He gave Pascal and Celeste each a hug, waving good-bye to other family members in the box, and scurried down to go to the locker room. When he entered, it felt a little like he’d never left. There were a few new players, a few not. Sirius, Remus, and Thomas each came up to give him a hug, and little once-rookie Cole held out his fist for Finn to bump. Even Kuny was still there- although, it seemed like he was never going to leave. He was almost a permanent part of the structure of Gryffindor Stadium at that point. 

He spotted Logan and Leo, stalls side-by-side, at the other end from where he’d entered, and walked up, placing a hand on Leo’s head as he was unlacing his skates. He jerked his head up in initial surprise, which softened immediately upon seeing Finn. His blue eyes twinkled out at Finn from his otherwise flushed and sweaty face. “Hi, sweetheart. How are you?”

“I’m sorry,” Finn said. He pressed a hard kiss to Leo’s forehead. “I’m sorry, my meeting ran over, and I wanted to be here to kiss you good luck, but it went so late-”

“Sh, it’s okay, honey,” Leo said. He looked amused and leaned up to kiss Finn properly. Finn felt the tension in his body melt away and he rested his hands on Leo’s strong shoulders. “I’m happy to kiss you whenever you have time.”

“All the time,” Finn said, nodding eagerly. “Preferably all the time. What do you say we all quit working and just make out all day, every day?”

Leo blushed. “Well.”

“Ouais, I like that idea,” Logan chirped. He was smirking when Finn turned to him, even as he leaned over to kiss Leo’s cheek. “Especially if it makes you blush like that.”

Leo rolled his eyes but was smiling at Logan. “Stop that.”

“Non, non. You can’t return me.” He kissed Leo’s cheek again, then his lips. “Forever.”

Finn’s heart jolted at the words, even at Logan’s sarcastic tone. “You hear that, Knut? Grumpy says forever, so I guess that's the verdict.”

“Non, I’m not grumpy,” Logan retorted. He looked at Finn petulantly. “And if I am, it’s only because I missed out on my good luck kiss.” 

“I’m sorry.” Finn pouted. “Forgive me, baby? It’s almost Christmas.”

Logan smiled, his nose scrunching. “Ouais. Bisou.”

Finn complied, taking Logan’s face in his hands like he’d been thinking about doing all game and tilting it back as he kissed him hard. Logan smiled against his mouth and rested a hand on Finn’s side, rubbing up and down slowly. When they pulled apart, Finn kissed his forehead and looked down at him. “Better?”

“Ouais,” Logan said with a soft smile. He went back to unlacing his skates. “But I think we would’ve won by more if you’d kissed me before the game.”

Leo snorted. “Right. Because that’s the reason we hardly had any net.”

“Sh, nut,” Logan said. “No jinxes.”

“What jinxes?”

“The superstitions.”

“I thought we’d established that we didn’t adhere to our superstitions, and that’s why we only scraped by?”

“Okay,” Finn interrupted. They both looked up at him suddenly. “No more hockey talk. Time to shower, home, dinner, sex, and bed.”

Sirius, who was in the stall next to Logan, choked a little on the water he was sipping. “Jesus, O’Hara,” he said. “I did not miss your locker room talk.”

Finn stuck his tongue out at him. “You’re just as bad with Loops and you know it.”

Sirius rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. “Stop distracting the boys while they get undressed.” He seemed to realize what he had said the second he said it. “Wait-”

Finn’s eyebrows shot up with a mischievous grin. “With absolute pleasure.” He turned to his husbands, who were watching him with fond smiles. “You heard the captain. Get undressed, let’s go.”

Sirius just sighed roughly and went to the showers. 

Leo smacked Finn lightly on the hip as he stood up to remove the rest of his padding. “You’re such a mence, you know that?”

Finn just watched appreciatively as more of his body was revealed with each article taken off. “You love me.” He grinned wider. “You married this menace baby.” He put his hands on either side of Leo’s hips, now free of everything except his thin Under Armour layer. “No take backs.”

“Hm, I’m not so sure about that,” Leo said, but he kissed Finn gently. “I’m going to shower, then we will go home.”

“And then we’ll have dinner, and then-”

“D’accord, rouge,” Logan laughed. “Ouais, sounds good.”

“Yay! Yay, yay, yay, my favorite.”

“Tu est fou, chérie.” Logan let out a sigh as he pulled off the rest of his clothes, too, then grabbed a towel from his locker. “D’accord, we’ll be right back.” He kissed Finn’s shoulder as he passed. “Stay out of trouble, oui?”

“No promises, babe, you know that.”

Logan just pinched his hip as he and Leo walked to the showers. 

***

An hour later, when Finn walked into the living room after his own shower, he encountered his boys not following his ‘no more hockey’ instructions.

“Ouais,” Logan was saying, sat at the counter. He was talking to Leo, who was working on dinner. “We weren’t maintaining our triangle shape in the attacking zone, Le, it just made it-”

“Whoa,” Finn interrupted. He wrapped his arms around Logan’s shoulders to squeeze. “Time out. I thought I said no more hockey talk?”

Leo, at least, tried to look a little sheepish. “We were just-”

“Nope, nope. You already reviewed it all with coach, I’m sure of it.” He pressed a hard kiss to Logan’s cheek, the muscles tense with a smile under his lips. “Home time is for relaxation. Home time is Finn-time.”

Leo laughed as he stirred something on the stove. “Finn-time?”

“Mmhm,” Finn affirmed. “Because I don’t see you all day, so home time is for hanging out with Finn, eating dinner with Finn, cuddling with Finn, and doing you-know-what with Finn.”

Leo’s eyes were bright as he looked over at him. “You-know-what? What’s that exactly?”

“You know exactly what that is, my beautiful nutter butter baby.” He rested his chin on Logan’s shoulder. “So no more hockey talk tonight. Just Finn-time.”

“Ouais,” Logan sighed. He leaned his head against Finn’s. “Sounds good.”

“Finn and Logan time,” Leo whispered. He leaned across the counter to press a kiss to each of their foreheads. When he pulled back, he was smiling so gently at them that Finn thought he would seep into the floorboards. “My favorite.”

Finn made a noise in the back of his throat. “Enough of that question.” He hooked his chin over Logan’s shoulder to look Leo in the eyes. “You’re just too gorgeous. We can’t resist you

THE IDEA OF LEO BEING RELUCTANT TO ACCEPT COMPLIMENTS OR AFFECTION BREAK MY HEART

As promised, the bombardment continues!

This was a very interesting prompt to work with, because you can be reluctant to accept love for a myriad of reasons. And there is a huge difference between accepting love and affection, and accepting and being confident in your sexual orientation, which Leo seems pretty sure of (as far as we can interpret from SW, C2C, and Vaincre). If this is you, I understand it's difficult, and you're not alone. Your FinnLo is out there waiting (if that's the relationship you desire, of course)!

Enjoy some Lovernut appreciation! All credits to @lumosinlove <3

Leo hummed quietly to himself as he turned onto the sidewalk. Viv had made a fresh back of ciabatta, and had texted him this morning to come down to the bakery and grab some for sandwiches that week. His boys had kissed him goodbye as they went for a run and he had begun a slow meander down to the park and then the bakery, enjoying the peace of the Gryffindor summer morning. He smiled as he walked back the long way through the park again, watching as the ducks quacked softly in the pond. Their chicks were still young, retaining some of their fluffy feathers, and he broke off a bit of bread to toss to them. They ruffled their feathers and approached him, waddling slowly over to where he was standing on the water’s edge. He cooed softly at them and then stood, leaving them to their snacks. As he was walking away, a sharp whistle sounded behind him.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” a voice called.

Leo rolled his eyes and turned around to see his boys jogging slowly up to him. Finn was smirking sharply as Logan laughed beside him. For the last few meters, Finn sped up and launched himself at Leo, laughing, wrapping him up in his arms and pressing a slightly sweaty kiss to his cheek. “Nutter butter baby!” he sing-songed.

Leo was blushing and a little sheepish. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna cause a scene.”

Finn just gripped his waist and picked him up off the ground slightly, leaving him suspended in the air for a few seconds. His teeth were spread in a bright white smile. “Just let me love you, baby.”

Leo felt his face heat up even more and he ducked his chin with a grin. “Fish-”

“Uh uh,” Finn said. “Nope, none of that.” He set Leo back on the ground and opened up his other arm for Logan to tuck himself against their sides. They were both smiling at him lovingly, Logan’s head against Finn’s shoulder. Finn reached up to stroke Leo’s hair. “We get to love you wherever we want, nutty baby. You’re just too pretty.”

“Oh, stop that-”

“Non,” Logan cut in. He kneaded the skin of Leo’s hip with one of his hands. “Finn’s right. You’re just too pretty.” He stood up on his toes to kiss Leo soundly, and Leo felt warmed through and through. “The prettiest boy in the world.”

***

Finn watched Leo laughing with the tiny older lady in the grocery store, helping her to reach the zucchini and arugula that were placed on the higher shelves. She commented on his height, then on his strength, which got him blushing good-naturedly. His accent was always stronger with strangers, a lot of ‘yes sirs’ and ‘yes ma’ams’ accompanied with his bashful small talk. He wasn’t as outgoing as Finn, not by a long shot, but he was charming, particularly with elderly people, and was always willing to help. Finn leaned his forearms against their shopping cart and smiled adoringly.

“There you go, ma’am,” Leo said, placing the final bag of vegetables in her basket. “Can I help you reach anything else? You need me to carry something out to your car for you?”

She laughed. “No, dear, but you’re sweet.” She shook her basket and patted his arm. “Just needed a few extra things my husband forgot to get me the other day. I’m off to find some breadcrumbs. You have a lovely day!”

Leo smiled brightly at her. “You, too, ma’am.” He waved her off, then turned to Finn. “Sorry about that honey. What were we looking for, some squash- mph.”

Finn had taken Leo’s face between his palms and kissed him gently, in long, slow strokes that made his body tingly. When he pulled back, Leo was smiling, a bit embarrassed and flushed, and Finn leaned in to kiss him softly once more. “I love you so much, baby,” he whispered. “You’re so good.”

“Oh,” Leo said. He shrugged and blushed even more. “That’s very sweet, thank you.”

“Hey,” Finn urged. He kissed Leo once more, rubbing a palm gently up and down his side. “You are good. You’re so good, and helpful, and kind, sunshine. Lo and I love that about you, okay?”

“Okay,” Leo replied. He rested his forehead on Finn’s shoulder briefly. “I love you.”

“Love you so much.” Finn scratched his scalp a few times then looked at the list in his hand. “Squash time? Then some peppers.”

Leo lifted his still-blushing face from the crook of Finn’s neck. “Yeah,” he said, kissing Finn’s cheek. “Squash time.”

***

Leo looked gorgeous in the golden hour light, Logan thought, tall and tan in the dying summer sun. They’d gone to the local courts to shoot some evening hoops, and now Finn was over at one of the stands in the park getting them some ice cream. Leo’s phone had rung and  he had excused himself to talk to Regulus about their plans to go to an amusement park the next day. He was laughing, his head thrown back and his curls long and wild. He had taken his shirt off, too, while playing basketball, and had yet to put it back on. Logan roved his eyes over his body greedily, trying to forever internalize the feeling he got just from looking at him. Leo caught his eye briefly, waving with a wide smile, before saying goodbye to Regulus and hanging up the phone. Really, Leo smiling was a feat that should be illegal: his dimples were deep, his teeth white as snow, and his eyes so bright they could light up the darkest room. Logan sucked in a breath and walked up to him.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Leo said. “Sorry, I was just talking to Reg. I’ll be taking one of the cars early in the morning, if that’s okay?”

Logan didn’t say anything, just gripped the back of Leo’s hair and pulled him down into a kiss. Leo made a startled noise, but quickly settled into it, cupping Logan’s hips gently with his hands. Logan sighed, his body listing into Leo’s, his kisses deep and sloppy and, more than anything, irrevocably in love. 

When they pulled back, Leo’s brow was furrowed, as if trying to chase Logan’s mouth, but he was smiling. “What was that for, sweetheart?”

“Because I love you.” Logan tilted his head. “Why do you always ask that?”

Leo took a surprised breath, but didn’t have the chance to say anything as Finn approached with their ice cream. “Okay, I got a couple for us to share: chocolate and Moose Tracks, your favorites, babes.” He stopped talking abruptly upon looking at their faces. “What’s wrong, what’s happening?”

Logan just pulled Leo closer. “Was just asking Le why he’s always so surprised.”

Finn was confused. “Surprised by what?”

“When you show me affection,” Leo said warily.

Finn looked between the two of them before settling his eyes on Leo. “Are you surprised when we show you affection? I didn’t think you were.”

“Non.” Logan shook his head. “Like, when we surprise him with it. When we don’t… je ne sais pas-”

“When there’s no reason for it,” Leo finished for him. He took a deep breath. “It surprises me when you show me affection when there’s no reason for it.”

Finn looked a little shocked and he set their ice cream down on a picnic table beside them. “What- we need a reason for it? Baby, the reason is because we love you, I- do you feel like you only deserve affection when you- when you’ve earned it?”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek, eyes nervous and flitting around the park. His red cheeks and silence were all Finn and Logan needed.

“Whoa,” Finn said. His voice was a little panicked. “Whoa, Le, baby, that’s not true.” He took Leo’s face in his hands to force him to look at him. “That’s not true.”

“Soleil,” Logan said. Leo’s pulse was fast underneath his thumb. “Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know.” Leo’s voice was small and timid. He rolled his eyes at himself. “I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

“Is it Jack?” Logan asked, voice low. He couldn’t help but see red. “Did he make you feel that way?”

“I- maybe. Yeah, probably.” Leo took a shaky breath. “He only ever showed me affection if I did the right thing for him.”

“The right thing?” Finn asked. 

“Like,” Leo started. He was clutching at Logan’s lower back as if to gound himself. “Like, if I helped him with homework. Or if I didn’t touch him in public. Just doing things by his terms and his rules is what got me affection, so I guess…” He paused, looking down at his feet. “I guess I feel I need to earn it. To deserve it somehow.”

Finn sharply inhaled and brushed Leo’s cheek with his nose. “Oh, my love,” he whispered. Logan looked up. Finn only called them each that in the most delicate moments, and only ever in private. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry he made you feel that way, but that’s not true with us. You don’t have to do anything for us to love you- we love you for who you are, sweetheart.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed softly. He tucked his face into Leo’s chest. “Mon coeur, mon soleil. Je t’aime, I love you just as you are. Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime.”

Leo let out a defeated breath and rested his head on top of Logan’s. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Finn said firmly, shaking his head hard. “No apologies. We’ll make sure to tell you more, make sure to do more, to let you know how much we want you. Just for you. We want you just as you are, nothing more, nothing less.” He kissed Leo’s blushing cheek. “You are perfect for us just the way you are, Le.”

“Parfait,” Logan whispered with a kiss to Leo’s bare skin. “Tu es parfait pour nous.”

“I love you,” Leo said. He pulled back and kissed them each gently. They didn’t stray far from one another, Logan and Finn with their arms around Leo’s body and Leo with an arm around each of them. “I’ll… I’ll work on being better at accepting love, I think. I want it- I like it.”

Finn smiled up at him. “Good, baby.” He bit at Leo’s neck. “Because I plan on giving you a lot of it.”

“Moi aussi,” Logan said. “Moi aussi, mon coeur. You deserve all the love.”

Leo just smiled, then nodded to their ice cream. “Let’s eat this before it melts. I didn’t just bear my feelings to then let my Moose Tracks become a soup.”

“Ouais,” Logan laughed. “That’d be a shame.”

“C’mere, lovers,” Finn told them. He sat down at the picnic table and held up a singular spoon with a mischievous grin. “I’ll even feed it to you.” 

Logan and Leo laughed, sitting beside one another across from Finn and accepting spoonfuls of slightly melted ice cream on their tongues. It turned Leo’s kisses sweet and chocolatey, and Logan couldn’t get enough. When they eventually finished it all, Finn and Logan made a big show of kissing his cheeks before grabbing their backpacks and making their way back to their apartment.

The entire way, Finn and Logan had their arms wrapped around Leo’s waist and Logan, for one, didn’t want to move ever again. He smiled and leaned against Leo’s shoulder as the city got darker, watching as Leo accepted periodic kisses to his neck by Finn and turned to press his nose into Leo’s bicep. And when they eventually got into bed, showered and in pajamas, Logan laid himself on top of Leo’s body and watched as Finn watched them both, a palm rubbing up and down Logan’s side and the fingers of his other hand in Leo’s hair. Leo was gazing back at him, quiet, but eyes a shining blue in the dark.

“I’m so lucky,” Finn whispered. “You’re so gorgeous.” He kissed each of their foreheads gently before laying his head on his pillow with a gentle smile. “Gonna give you all the loving.”

“Ouais,” Logan sighed. He closed his eyes and nestled into Leo’s chest. “Ouais, mes amours. All the love. All the love for you always.”

Then they fell into their most contented sleep of the summer, a loving tangle of limbs and bodies, with no alarm set for the morning.

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

This was something I wrote ages ago, so have a gift!

I am still working on the prompts, but keep them coming!

TW: Mention of nefarious activities but nothing explicit!

All credits to @lumosinlove

“Tremblay, what have you done this time?”

Logan knew that Cecilia, his manager, was being sarcastic, but her eyebrows still raised warily as he stepped into her office. She was fairly new still, and Logan liked her a lot. Martin had recommended her upon his retirement two years ago, and she had been nothing but efficient and helpful- but Logan couldn’t deny that he did cause her a little trouble. He winced internally at the memory of the time he had gotten into a brutal fight with an L.A. Kings player who’d said something about Leo, who was out with a hamstring injury at the time. He’d implied an unsavory way in which Leo could have gotten that injury, and Logan had immediately lost it. 

He had woken up to a message from Cecilia saying Impressed, but really? with some photos attached that had circulated Twitter. They weren’t anything incriminating, just annoying, but they had required he attend a conference regarding his ‘attack dog tendencies’, as Finn so loveingly called them. Needless to say, however, Cecilia had not been impressed, and he had bought her some really nice chocolates as a thank you for clearing up the misudnerstanding.

He closed the door behind him. “Hi, Cece, how are you?”

She brought her shoulder-length micro-braids up in a twist. “Depends on what you have to say to me Logan.” Her voice was serious, but her expression was teasing. “Have a seat, hon.”

That was another thing that Logan liked about Cecilia. She was no-nonesense, but she was unbearably kind. Her wife, Leanna, played for the New York Sirens, so she was knowledgeable not only about the hockey world, but about how to exist as a queer player within it. Sometimes, if Logan was particularly lonely, he would ask them to go out for a beer, or Leanna would cook for them in their apartment. It felt good to have friends here in New York- even if they sometimes just reminded what he was missing back in Gryffindor.

Which was why he was here today.

He sat down in front of her desk, looking at the picture of her and Leanna when the Sirens won the Walter Cup the previous year. It made him smile and remember that first Stanley Cup he had won with his boys, just about seven years previous. He remembered the parties, and the handshakes, and the hugs from his parents and sisters- but he mostly remembered feeling high and in love on top of it all, the newness of it all. He still felt like that- he’d definitely felt that when they had gotten married two years previous. 

And that’s why now he felt it was time to end that feeling of separation, of sadness. The day after they lost in the Conference Finals less than a week ago, he had called to set up a meeting with Cecilia. His boys were still sleeping when he left, and he had left a note saying he was going to meet up with the team for a final good-bye before they all went their separate ways for the summer. In reality, he had nervously driven here, to Cecilia’s office, hoping he was going to be able to convince her to free him from the box that had weighed down on all their shoulders for years.

Logan looked up to Cecilia. “I want to leave New York.”

She didn’t even flinch, just folded her hands on her lap and nodded for him to continue.

He took a deep breath. “I just- I appreciate everything the Rangers have done for me. And, ouais, d’accord, it could have been a lot worse.” He sighed, suddenly nervous. “And I am… grateful it hasn’t been worse, but- but I think it’s time for me to go.

“I really just,” he started again, then realized he was tearing up. He wiped his nose on his sleeve. “I really miss my husbands. And we made a plan together three years ago that, at the end of mine and Leo’s contracts, we would renegotiate together.” Logan looked at Cecilia, trying to look sure of himself. “So I want to go back to the Lions. Or- or I retire.” He rolled his eyes. “Mais, non, I won’t retire.” He squinted, though, thinking. “Second option is Leo coming here. Which is… fine. But if that’s not happening, then I retire.”

To his surprise, Cecilia just smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she said. She shuffled around in her desk, pulling out a file. “Leo called me last week, and basically said the same thing.” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Although, he didn’t threaten me with retirement.”

Logan flushed with a small smile. “Non, don’t tell them I did that. I think that was just in the moment.”

She laughed. “And I don’t know why it’s a threat to me exactly, but you especially made it seem like that.”

Logan cocked his head, smile challenging. “Well, me retiring means you lose a salary, non?”

Cecilia just snorted. “Tremblay, I’ve got plenty enough clients. You’re not that special, sorry.” She settled down, her expression turning soft. “In all honesty, I’m happy you came to me. No offense, but I can only take so much more of your sad eyes looking at my wife and I in our kitchen cooking you dinner when you have a perfectly capable chef for a husband waiting for you at home.”

Logan laughed, then sat up straighter, suddenly. “What do you mean- waiting for me at home?”

Cecilia grinned slyly. “I had the privilege of having a chat with Arthur Weasley the other day.” She took out a piece of paper from the folder, sliding it over to him. “He’s excited to be welcoming you back for training camp in August.”

Logan just stared at her for a second, then at the papers. There in front of him was his name, a number with a dollar sign- he didn’t care what it was, honestly, they had plenty of money. But he’d been waiting for this moment for so long he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

He looked back up at Cecilia. “I thought- I thought it’d be a lot harder to negotiate this, if I’m honest.”

She just shrugged. “Trust me, I’ve got my magical ways.” She leaned over, resting on her forearms. “But I think it’s time that you call your boys. Or, better yet-” She looked at her watch, then nodded at the door. “I’ve got a couple of guys out there waiting for my next appointment, if you want to let them in.”

Logan’s eyes widened, then he bolted out of his chair and ripped open the door. Leo jumped slightly in the chair he was sitting in- he made it seem so small. Finn, beside him, was gripping Leo’s thigh in surprise, then furrowed his brow when he saw Logan. He stood. “Lo? Baby, what-?”

But Logan was just laughing, walking over in a couple strides to grab Finn’s neck and bring him down for a hard, happy kiss. Finn made a noise as he relaxed into Logan’s hold and wrapped his arms around his waist. Logan pulled away when he felt Leo’s hand on his hip, turning to kiss him, too. Logan was squished in between his two boys, warm and happy and finally going home.

“Lo,” Leo said against his lips. “Lo, Logan, sweetheart. What’s going on?”

Logan pressed one more hard kiss to his lips before pulling away. Finn and Leo were both flushed but still surprised, gripping him hard around his waist and hips as they looked down at him. They looked so funny to Logan in that moment that he had to just laugh. 

Finn, smiling confusedly, just squeezed his ribs a little bit. “Lo, baby, what’s happening?”

Logan leaned in to look in his eyes, noses brushing. “Looks like number ten is going to be back on Gryffindor ice.”

Leo made a choked gasping sound behind him and Finn’s eyes widened. 

“No,” Finn said, mouth splitting into a smile. “No fucking way!”

Logan was nodding, then Finn was gripping his face hard and pulling him into a deep kiss. Leo wrapped his arms harder around Logan’s ribs, lips against his neck. “Oh, Lo,” Leo whispered, voice a little shaky. “Oh, God.”

Logan broke away from Finn, who just pressed a few sloppy kisses to his face, laughing, before he turned to Leo. “Ouais, ouais, soleil.”

“Oh my God,” Leo said again.

Logan realized that Leo was crying. “Sh, sh, soleil,” he shushed, pressing kisses to Leo’s red cheeks. “Don’t cry. Sh, non, don’t cry, c’est bien.”

Leo laughed. “I’m not sad, God, no.” He kissed Logan hard and short in that way he only did when he was deliriously happy. “I’m just so happy, Lo. Oh-” 

He stopped himself, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist to lift him into a hard hug, Logan’s feet leaving the ground. Logan laughed as he looped his own arms around Leo’s neck. Finn came up behind them and placed his hands gently on Logan’s hips, coaxing Logan’s legs around Leo’s waist. He began to press hard kisses to the back of Logan’s hair and the top of Leo’s head, which was resting in the curve of where Logan’s shoulder met his neck. They were all smiling hard into each other’s skin and laughing a little.

“Fuck,” Finn said giddly. “Fuck, ten. This is so good, what the hell.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “Ouais, I’m coming home.”

Leo whined a little into Logan’s neck and Logan shushed him again. “Sh, sh, soleil.”

“Sorry,” Leo said, pulling back. Logan wiped away the tears on his rosy cheeks, and Finn leaned around briefly to kiss his lips. “Sorry, it’s just- it’s just been really hard without you.”

Logan nodded in understanding. He’d thought it would be harder on Finn to be apart, especially considering the beginning when Logan left. He knew that he had partially manifested Finn’s worst fear of one of them leaving, but they’d moved past that ages ago. To all of their surprise, including his own, it had been Leo who had had the most difficult time with the separation. He frequently didn’t sleep well and would sometimes get into these funks where he would be sad and nostalgic for days. It checked out, Logan guessed- Leo had always missed his home more than most people, more than Logan or Finn. And just when they had established a home together in Gryffindor all those years ago, Logan had been traded to New York. For him, within two years he had left one home and had one taken away from him, or at least for the nine months of the year that they played hockey. 

Logan and Finn had gotten a lot better at dealing with Leo’s times of spaciness. Normally, he needed to be held by Finn and to call Logan. Finn would read to them, or he would fall asleep to Finn and Logan’s talking. Leo just loved their voices- Logan could relate. He took numerous videos every time he came home and savoured every voice message they sent him, just to rewatch or relisten to them constantly when they were apart. It had gotten easier once Finn had retired and he was able to visit on weekends or travel with Leo to New York, but it definitely stung that Leo was at the mercy of the NHL schedule and his time with Logan was more limited. 

Now, though, hopefully Leo wouldn’t feel that way ever again. 

They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Logan looked over Leo’s shoulder to see Cecilia standing by her office door with her arms folded. Her eyebrows were raised, but her eyes were teasing. “Not that this isn’t sweet, boys, but I believe it isn’t official under Mr. Tremblay signs some papers.”

They all laughed.

“Sorry, Cece,” Finn said, helping Logan down from Leo’s hold. They followed her into her office. Finn took Leo’s hand as Logan approached the desk. “We’re just excited, I think.”

“I know,” she replied, placing a pen on top of Logan’s contract. “Been a long time coming, huh?”

Leo shrugged. “Yeah, but you understand how it is more than anyone.”

She nodded. “Yeah, the constant traveling and being apart does take its toll on anyone.” She reached out to ruffle Logan’s hair playfully. “But this one called me all stubborn the other day, so I figured I could do something about that.”

Finn snorted. “That’s one way to describe him.”

Logan tisked his tongue, but signed his signature to the dotted line. When he was finished, he looked up to find everyone else smiling at him.

“Well,” Cecilia sighed. “Looks like I’ll be seeing a lot less of your face around here, Logan. Phone calls only.” She narrowed her eyes. “Unless you cause any more trouble.”

Finn laughed, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist and pressing a harsh kiss and a bite to Logan’s sharp jaw. “Don’t worry, Cece. He’ll be very good, promise.”

“Finn,” Leo chastised.

But Cecilia just laughed. “Okay, O’Hara. You can continue that at home.” She walked around her desk, and Logan met her for a hard hug. “I’m very happy for you Logan.” She pulled back and put her hands on his shoulders. “And any time you’re back in the city, you’re always welcome over for dinner. All of you.”

“Merci, Cecilia,” Logan said. “Thanks for- for everything.”

She just patted his shoulder softly. “My pleasure, you know that.” She turned to Leo and Finn. “Come here, you two. Then you be on your way- gotta pack up that New York apartment, I imagine.”

Leo and Finn hugged her with bright smiles and a ‘thank you’ each before she was ushering them out the door. 

“I’ll get this contract processed ASAP, Logan, and then I’ll call you when it’s finalized.” She stopped, resting her body against her office door. “But as far as I know, you’re all good to go back to Gryff.”

“Merci beaucoup,” Logan said, hugging her once more. “À bientôt.”

“Nos vemos,” she replied, stepping back. “Off you go boys. Give me a call when you’re back in the city.” And with a final wave, she closed her office door behind her.

Now in the silent hallway, Logan turned to his two boys, who were looking at him expectantly. “Quoi?”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “Seemed like a fun meeting with your team.” 

Logan rolled his eyes. “It was going to be a surprise.”

Leo took him under an arm as they started to walk. “And what if it hadn’t worked out?”

Logan shrugged. “That wasn’t going to happen.”

Leo snorted.

“Non,” Logan said. “I wasn’t going to let it happen.” He briefly took the hand Leo had over his shoulder and kissed the back of it before letting it go limp against him again. “I’ve spent enough time away from you. Not anymore.”

Finn just took his hand and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Agreed, ten.” He grinned. “Feels so good to call you that again and have it be true.”

Logan laughed. “I thought I always was your ten?”

“Well,” Finn said. “You’re a ten outta ten, if that’s what you’re wondering.” He winked at Leo. “You, too, sunshine.”

Leo just blushed as they entered the elevator and he pushed the button for the parking garage. “You think you’re so clever, Fish.”

“You surely thought that last night when I-”

“Finn.” 

Finn was still laughing when the elevator doors opened for them. Logan walked to his car, then realized they were following him. “Where’s your car?” he asked.

Leo kissed his head. “We walked to breakfast then took the subway here.”

“Hey Le,” Finn interrupted, taking Logan’s keys from him. “I’ll drive, if you wanna blow Logan in the backseat.”

Logan straightened as Leo spluttered. “Finn!” Leo whisper-shouted. His eyes were wide and a bit admonishing, but his adorable cheeks were flushing steadily. “What is up with you today?”

Finn smirked at him and kissed his cheek. “Don’t pretend like you don’t like it.” He chirped the car to unlock it. “Besides, I’m just basking in the love.” He paused. “And if you give me a show and blow Lo in the backseat, maybe I’ll blow you when we get home.”

Logan hummed. “Maybe?”

Finn winked. “Definitely, baby. I’ll blow you both, if you wanna go again, Tremz. Maybe do a little bit more than blow you, if that’s what you want.”

Logan blinked hard. “Ouais. Ouais, yeah, let’s go.”

Finn opened the back door, and Logan gently ushered a blushing Leo into the backseat and closed the door behind them.

Leo shifted as Logan followed and they buckled themselves in. “You’re sure lucky that these windows have shades we can put up, Fish.”

“Counting on it, butter.” He climbed in the driver’s side, adjusting the rearview window. Logan could see his brown eyes in the reflection. “Let’s get going boys. Gonna be a long drive with the midday traffic. You might as well make the most of it.”

Logan smiled at Leo’s flushed skin and Finn’s sharp grin as he leaned over to kiss Leo. Their mouths moved together and he could tell Finn was watching them in the mirror with the way he started cursing. Leo’s body was warm, his hands were working on Logan’s shorts zipper, and Finn was praising them from the front seat- Logan was so high on their sounds and their bodies he almost didn’t know what to do with himself. And, best of all, underneath the teasing words and the heated touches, there always was the love. The beautiful, soul-encompassing love that his boys gave him all day, every day, whether together or apart. But now, that distance was being crossed, hopefully never to part them again.

Logan smiled against Leo’s mouth, reached for Finn’s hand to squeeze it. He couldn’t wait to go home. 

FINLO GOING TO A REUNION WITH THE HARVARD HOCKEY TEAM AND GETTING MADE FUN OF BECAUSE THEY KEEP BRINGING UP LEO!! BONUS IF LEO IS IN NOLA AND POSTS LIKE A HOT PHOTO OF HIM ON THE BOAT OR SOMETHING

Why have a sweet, talented, sexy boyfriend if not to show him off?

Enjoy a smitten FinnLo missing their sunshine and a chaotic Harvard reunion!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Sharmall!”

“A’Horo!”

Logan and Will Morgan shared a look as Finn and Percy did their usual crazy greeting, grabbing each other by the face and chattering nonsense. It didn’t matter that they were in a private room in a fancy restaurant in Boston- they would greet each other like that anywhere.

“How are you, Tremz?” Will greeted, drawing Logan in for a hug. “Summer treating you well?”

“Ouais, all good,” he replied.

Will’s eyes darted around the room. “Where’s your other half? Or, third I guess.”

Logan grinned and pulled out his phone. “Back in New Orleans visiting his mom and dad. Look, sent us a photo of the cove he likes when he was out on his boat.”

Will peered over Logan’s shoulder and let out a breath. “Damn. Damn, that’s gorgeous. You guys heading down?”

Logan nodded, a dreamy sort of smile on his face. “Oui, tomorrow. We fly out in the morning.”

“I know that face,” Percy interrupted. He took Logan by the shoulders. “That’s your ‘loverboy’ face. Were you talking about Finn?”

“Non, Leo. Was showing Will a picture of his cove down in Louisiana.”

Percy rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Finn just showed me the same one. Saps, the both of you.”

Finn stuck out his tongue at Percy and wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist. “You’re just jealous.”

“Nuh-uh,” Percy whined. A love-sick smile broke out over his face. “I got a Cassie Baker.”

Will snorted. “No he does not.”

“Not yet. You just wait, William, you’ll see.”

Will whispered conspiratorially. “She still hasn’t agreed to go on a date yet.”

Percy narrowed his eyes. “We are going out as friends. I told you, just you wait, I’ll woo her.” He closed his eyes and smiled. “I’ll woo her, I promise.”

“Mon Dieu,” Logan said. “You’re so bad.”

“It’s Cassie Baker, Logan.”

“I know, Perce.”

“You’ve got a Finn and a Leo now!” Percy exclaimed. “You’re all set- it’s my turn to have a Cassie. Or for her to have me, I’m not picky.”

Finn laughed. “I think it’s a mutual thing.” He jerked his head to the bar. “Let’s go get a drink, ten. We’ll make the rounds.”

Logan was glad to have Finn by his side at events like this. Even more so now that they were together. Before, he and Finn had to do almost an equal amount of sharing about their lives, even if Finn was the one to break the ice with others. Now, their life was so intertwined that Logan didn’t need to say anything if he didn’t want to. He contributed the odd comment, but mostly let Finn take the lead with an arm wrapped around his waist. Finn didn’t let go of him at all, always a hand on him, as he caught up with their old teammates and shared bits of their adult lives.

Best of all, Logan thought, they now got to talk about Leo.

“Yeah, I don’t know either, Max,” Finn laughed. He was talking with Max and Nathaniel, two of their former teammates that had graduated the year before Finn. They were still roomates in a town in Massachussetts, working as teachers and high school coaches. “I asked his dad once, and he just said that they got lucky he had so many good players in the program at the time. Not much hockey in Louisiana.” Finn drew Logan in closer with a hand around his hip. “We’re pretty grateful, though.”

“I bet you are,” Max smiled. He had always had such a genuine smile, his eyes crinkling up at the corners. “You guys got any plans for the summer?”

“Well, we’re off to New Orleans tomorrow. Going to train there for a couple weeks, soak up the sun. Hot as hell, though, my God. You’d probably like it, actually.”

Nathaniel laughed. “He would. He still complains about the cold all winter, you wouldn’t believe.”

“Hey, I was raised in North Carolina. I was not prepared for the cold.”

Finn nodded eagerly and laughed. “Neither was Le. We brought him snowshoeing this past winter and he was not a fan.”

“I can imagine,” Max said. 

They made their rounds in a similar fashion, discussing summer plans, sharing photos of their lives post-college. Some of their teammates were married, others had dogs, some were in grad school. It made Logan feel a little less out of place- hockey was love, and hockey was wonderful, but his life was so much more than that now. It felt good to tell people.

“And this was when we went to France last summer.” Finn was now talking with Will’s wife, Ray, about some of the food they had tried in their travels. She was a chef by trade, and was always curious. “Leo makes ratatouille all the time now, and the tuna there was to die for.”

Ray laughed. “You know, I don’t think I’ve heard how you two have been doing at all.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked, confused. It was some of the first he’d contributed to the conversation. “What do you mean?”

She smiled. “First we talk about vacation plans, and all you can talk about is New Orleans. Then we talk about food plans during the season, so I can get some ideas to help Will, and all I hear about is how good of a cook your Leo is- who I would very much like to meet officially, by the way. And even now, when I ask about the traditional cuisine you guys tried- because I’m trying to improve my French cooking repertoire for a client- all I hear about is how Leo recreated all the dishes at your house.”

Finn, for the first time all night, spluttered, blushing hard. “Well- we… sorry, sorry, we didn’t-”

Ray waved her hand. “It’s okay. He must be wonderful, if you talk about him like that.” She tilted her head. “Everyone deserves to have someone talk about them like that.” She laughed. “Or someones.”

“Well,” Logan said. “He’s- he is wonderful.” He shrugged. “C’est notre soleil.”

“What?” she asked.

“Sunshine,” Finn answered. He was still red, but smiling softly. “He’s our sunshine.”

“God,” Ray laughed. “You two are romantics. I wish Will talked about me like that.”

Logan smiled at her. “He does. All the time, he talks about you and your little Noah.”

She brightened. “Really?” Her eyes strayed somewhere over his shoulder, and Logan looked back to find her gazing at Will, who was laughing with the bartender. “Well, like I said. Everyone deserves someone like that.” She rapped her knuckles on the table they were standing beside. “Excuse me, boys. It was lovely to catch up.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “Hey, we’ll meet for dinner next time we’re in the city, okay?”

Ray winked. “Count on it. And bring your sunshine, please.” She ran a hand down Logan’s shoulder and walked over and into Will’s waiting arms.

Logan watched them for a second fondly, then jumped a little as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and smiled up at Finn. “Soleil.”

“Oo,” Finn said eagerly. He kissed Logan’s forehead. “What’d he send? A sexy photo?”

Logan opened up their groupchat to find a picture of Leo driving his family boat, looking back over his shoulder to smile at the camera. He was laughing, sunglasses pushed up into his blonde curls in the dying evening light, tall and tan and so gorgeous that Logan’s heart just melted. 

Mama insisted I send this to you, his message said. Went for an evening boat ride with her and dad. I love you, sweethearts, I hope you’re having fun at your party! Call me when you get to the hotel room. <3

Logan watched Finn’s unabashed smile creep over his face, the same one that he was sure he currently wore. Finn pushed a hand under Logan’s shirt, untucking it from his pants slightly to get at his warm skin. “Shit, he’s so gorgeous. We’re so lucky.”

“Ouais, we are,” Logan sighed. He leaned his head against Finn’s shoulder and leaned up to kiss his jaw. “I’m very lucky.”

Finn turned just enough to smile and kiss him softly. “Well, then, me, too.” He nudged their noses together. “I got you. I got you and some sunshine.”

“All the sunshine.”

“Yeah, all of it.” Finn sighed and looked at the photo again. “All of the sunshine.”

Logan laced their fingers together. “Want to go back and call him?”

Finn looked around the room and nodded. “I think we’ve done our rounds.” He ducked closer to kiss Logan a bit more firmly. “Time to say goodbye and have you both all to myself.”

“Ouais,” Logan laughed. “Ouais, let’s say goodbye.”

They said their goodbyes quickly and walked the few blocks back to the hotel they were renting. Immediately upon closing their room door behind them, they were unbuttoning their shirts and Finn clicked on Leo’s contact on their iPad, setting it against the pillows. Leo’s face, when he answered, was sun-kissed and happy, his smile enough to warm Logan through.

“Hi sweethearts,” he said. “Good party?”

“Ouais,” Logan answered. He looked to Finn’s lovestruck expression and knew he was thinking exactly the same thing. He turned back to Leo and smiled. “Ouais, soleil. But we missed our sunshine.” He settled himself more on top of the covers to get a full view of Leo’s sparkling blue eyes and white smile. “Allez,” he sighed happily. He was so, so in love. “We love you. We miss you and we love you so much. Now, tell us about your day.”

I don’t know if you’ve ever seen this: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8NASMSn/ clip of baby Taylor swift but it gave me SUCH baby leo vibes the way she says “thank you!…thanks for saying that!” and it just made me think of the cubs watching each others home videos

I am not going to lie- I am not a Taylor Swift fan, nor am I really on TikTok. And I don't pay much attention to celebrities in general, so I DEFINITELY don't get the reference, BUT I love love LOVE home movies. My parents have some of my brothers and I that I love, so I thought it'd be cool to have an O'Hara Brother Feature.

Keep the asks coming! All credits to @lumosinlove !

“Oh-ho, look at these gems,” Finn laughed. He had a box open in front of him on the ground, laden with VHS tapes in his parent’s Hamptons house living room. “A blast from the past.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. He came up behind Finn to put a hand on his back, glass of wine held in the other. “What are those?”

“These, my baby, are old family movies.” Finn smiled at the dates scribbled on the back. “Oh man, we gotta put these in. I think we still have the VHS player under the TV.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, kissing the top of his head. It smelled salty like the sea, and musky, like Finn. “I’ll go get Le.”

“Mm,” Finn hummed. “Tell him to get out of the kitchen and sit down. He’s doing too much.”

Logan laughed and straightened. “I’ll try, but your mother’s recipe book collection is hard to pull him away from.”

Sure enough, when he entered the large kitchen, Leo was sat at the granite countertop on a barstool, humming to himself and flipping through one of Haley’s cookbooks. He had an entire stack of a half dozen in front of him, and a piece of paper that he kept tearing up and using to create bookmarks. Logan watched his back fondly for a moment before sidling up to him and kissing his cheek. “What are you reading, soleil?”

“Falafel fritters with a tomato and carrot cream,” Leo said. He didn’t even turn to look at Logan, eyes focused on the page. “It’s in this new vegan book Haley got, I think I’ll make it as an appetiser tomorrow.”

“Ouais, sounds good,” Logan replied. He pressed soft kisses to the skin under Leo’s ear. “Leo.”

“One second.” Leo’s eyes were still glued to the recipe and he ripped some paper to make a bookmark, then turned to drape his arms over Logan’s shoulders. “Hi. Hi, sweetheart, hi.” He kissed Logan softly. “Sorry, I’ve been so focused.”

“Non, it’s good,” Logan said gently with a smile. He ran a palm up and down Leo’s side. “You’re so relaxed. You sleep better here.”

Leo nodded. “I think it’s the air. And the food. I like having time to cook more.” He perked up and turned to another cookbook. “Which reminds me, I also saw this Yemeni recipe for lamb, it looks really good.” He flipped through a few pages, brows furrowed, and Logan leaned his head on his shoulder. “I can’t remember what page it’s on, I’m sure I bookmarked it-”

“Ouais, mon coeur, sounds good,” Logan murmured into his skin. He took the book gently from Leo’s hands and set it down. “We can go to the farmer’s market tomorrow for vegetables and to the butcher’s the next town over. And there’s the spice shop right beside it, ouais?”

Leo was nodding. He ran a hand through Logan’s hair. “Ouais, sounds good.” He took Logan’s glass for a sip of wine and then set it on the counter. “C’mere,” he said, folding Logan into a hug. With Leo sat down like that, they were closer in height, and it was easier for Logan to tuck his face into his neck. Leo let out a deep sigh. “I’m so happy here. I feel so much better.”

“I know,” Logan whispered. He felt the tension in his muscles ease. “You’re so beautiful here.” He pulled back to kiss Leo gently a few times then took his hands. “C’mon. Fish found some home movies he wants to show us.”

“Oh yeah?” Leo asked, eyebrows raised in amusement. He turned to organize the cookbooks back together. “Can’t miss that. You want more wine, honey?”

Logan shook his head. “Non, merci.” He looped his arms around Leo’s neck when he turned around. He stood on Leo’s socked feet with a smile. “Just you. You and rouge.”

Leo grinned at him walked them a few steps before grabbing Logan under his thighs and picking him up. Logan gasped out a laugh and squeeze Leo’s hips with his thighs. “Soleil.”

“It’s the vacation bliss, honey,” he said matter-of-factly. His blue eyes were twinkly and happy. “Let’s go see our boy.”

Back in the living room, Finn had seemingly figured out how to work the VHS player and was flicking the television on. He smiled up from the couch when they came in. “Hello, lovers.” He raised his eyebrows. “Lo, did you somehow lose function in your feet on vacation?”

“Non,” Logan said. Leo brought him closer to the couch and he gently transferred himself from Leo’s arms and onto the cushions. “Non, but vacation means I get to be carried around.”

“And what about our Leo?” He patted his lap. “Come sit, sunshine.”

“Hi,” Leo said as he straddled Finn’s waist. “What’d you find, sweetheart?”

Finn caressed Leo’s ribs. “Home movies of Al and I when we were little. I wanna watch them.” He leaned in to kiss Leo softly, and Logan loved how gentle he always was with them. “Having fun being a personal climbing gym?”

Leo laughed, his face flushing. “Loads,” he said. “If you can be mine.”

“Count on it baby, hold on.”

Finn abruptly stood up, clutching one hand under Leo’s thigh and the other around his back, and dipped him towards the ground. Leo’s face was red with laughter and his curls hung freely away from his head as he tilted it back. “Fish, your back-”

“You’re not hurting me,” Finn said through his snickering, love written all over his face as he bent to kiss at Leo’s neck exaggeratedly. “I could just eat you for dessert.”

“No,” Leo laughed, his biceps flexing where they were wrapped around Finn’s shoulders. 

“No?” Finn asked incredulously. He straightened and boosted Leo higher in his arms with a pout. “What do you mean, ‘no’? Logan and I love eating you for dessert.” He turned to look at Logan. “Isn’t that right, Lo, baby?”

“Ouais, my favorite,” Logan sighed with a soft smile. He brought his feet up under him and tilted his head to lay back against the cushions. “Allez, ici.”

Finn placed another kiss on Leo’s cheek and sat back down on the couch, Leo swinging a leg around to settle down on his other side. Logan threw his legs across their laps and poked Leo’s thigh with his toes. “Le.”

Leo snorted but massaged his arches with his thumbs. “What excuse do you have for foot rubs? I thought they stopped functioning.” 

Logan just looked up at him through his eyelashes. “Non, they didn’t. They’re sore.”

Leo just kissed his ankle.

Meanwhile, Finn had switched over to the right input on the TV. He briefly lifted Logan’s legs up to go to the player and press ‘play’, then sat back down with an excited little shimmy. “I have no idea how long these are, but the date should be when I was about a year and a half and Alex about five. Should be pretty funny.”

Leo chuckled. “I bet. You’ve both been trouble makers since you were born.”

“Hush,” Finn said teasingly. “I am an esteemed gentleman.”

“Non,” Logan snorted. “Non, you’re not.” He reached for Finn’s hand and kissed it. “But you’re very sweet.

“Well, we know how you feel about sweet things, huh, sweet thing?” Finn retorted. He rubbed a palm up and down Logan’s thigh. “Oh, shit, it’s loaded.”

They all turned their heads to look at the screen. Logan recognized the O’Hara’s brownstone living room, but there was carpet instead of hardfloor and the video was a bit grainy. Ramsey was sat on the floor, hair a little bit less gray and thicker, but still that deep auburn that was signature to the O’Hara’s. He had black glasses with overly large rectangular frames, and his eyes were trained on the foam blocks in front of him. Beside him was-

“Oh, sweetheart,” Leo said fondly. “You were so cute! Oh, look at you.”

Finn, no more than a toddler, was sat next to his father in just a pull-up. His face was freckly, all though not as much as in adulthood, and his hair was still red and thick, much thicker than a normal toddler’s. He was a bit chubby and his eyes were still toasty brown and wide, trained on Ramsey as his father tried to demonstrate how to stack blocks on top of one another. Finn was watching him carefully. 

“Finn, baby,” Haley, who was filming, said. “Whatcha doing?”

Finn turned and gave her a toothy grin, exactly the same one he gave Logan and Leo every day. “Mama.”

Haley laughed. “Hi, baby. You having fun with dad?”

“Yeah, bud,” Ramsey cooed. He held up a blue rectangle. “Can you stack it for me?”

Finn furrowed his brow and nodded, taking the block from his father and placing it on top of the small pile. He smiled, proud of his work. “Mama, look!”

“I see baby!” Haley laughed. “Can you tell me the colors, please?”

Finn nodded, and rattled them off from bottom to top. Red, blue, yellow, green, pink- he stumbled over the world ‘purple’, which made his father laugh and run a hand over the top of his head. “Purple, buddy.”

“Poi-pur-purple.”

Haley and Ramsey cooed over him again, and he bounced happily where he was sat on the floor- until someone else came into the frame. 

“Mom!” a little Alex O’Hara called. “Mom, I don’t know where my skates are. I want to bring them in for show and tell.”

He walked further into the frame then, a spitting image of Finn- or, really, Finn was a spitting image of him- but older and taller. He stopped when he saw his mom with the camera, and went up to hug at her legs eagerly. “Can I see myself?”

“What’s the magic word?” Ramsey asked.

“Please?”

“Sure, honey, hold on.” There was a movement, presumably Haley flipping the little video screen on the side over to display Alex to himself. “There you go, can you see?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Alex said. He was checking himself out in the camera, smoothing his hair back slightly. His eyes brightened suddenly. “Hey, Fishy, come here.”

“Alex, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna show Finn himself, dad,” Alex said. He went over and scooped his hands under Finn’s armpits. Finn protested slightly, but Alex wrapped his arms around Finn’s chest. “It’s okay, Fish, I got you.” He lifted him up gingerly and waddled him over to the camera. “Look, Finn, look,” he gasped, voice higher. “Look, it’s you! Can’t you see?” He used one hand to point. “Can you see us, Fishy?”

Finn took a second to look, then burst out laughing. “Alex!”

“Yeah,” Alex giggled. “Look at this.” He crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, sending Finn into a fit of laughter all over again. Ramsey and Haley were laughing, too, shaking the camera slightly.

“Al, be careful,” Ramsey said. “Don’t squeeze him too hard.”

“I won’t hurt him,” Alex replied, giving Finn a hug. “He’s my baby brother.” He made another face at the camera. “Fishy, make a funny face, too!”

Finn did his best attempt at mimicking his brother, and then the tape went dark. 

Logan took a breath, carefully looking over at Finn beside him. He was smiling, a hand brought up to his chin. Leo looked at Logan from across his body and winked, then leaned in to kiss the side of Finn’s head. “You smile exactly the same.”

Finn didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then, as though he couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “Did you see my father’s glasses?” He had to lean back on the couch he was laughing so hard. “Oh my God, and Alex’s shirt? That was bright fucking neon yellow, what an awful fashion statement.”

Logan brought his legs back to tuck under himself and leaned in to scratch at Finn’s scalp. “Ouais, but you were wearing- what do you call them?”

“A pull-up, sweetheart,” Leo said.

“Right, a pull-up.” He grinned against Finn’s jaw. “It barely fit over your chubby thighs.”

“Hey,” Finn said. “I was a baby.”

“I thought your chubby thighs were cute, honey,” Leo said. He also had an arm around Finn, but was massaging at the base of his neck. “I didn’t realize you were that chunky, my Lord.”

“I grew out of it by the time I was four. Then I was a scrawny fucker for a while, jeez.”

Logan bit at his bicep. “Not anymore.”

“Nope, now I’m all muscly for you,” Finn said smugly. “Means I can pick you up.”

Leo laughed. “So you’re muscly so we can use you as our personal climbing gym?”

“I said what I said.”

Leo shook his head. “You’re ridiculous.” He kissed Finn’s cheek. “I love you very much.” He nodded at the T.V. “Let’s put in another tape.”

“Ouais,” Logan said lowly. He looked up through his lashes with a grin. “And then dessert?”

Finn’s whipped his head over to look at him, smiling, then turned to Leo. “I could eat dessert.”

Leo’s face was bright red, but he looked pleased. “Movie first. Then you can eat dessert.” 

Logan laughed- he had never seen Finn scramble to stand up so fast.  

your writing is getting me through finals week 🙏🥹! That last fic was actually so cute I think it would be funny to see a boy who leo had “been with” in the past who maybe ended up at gryff university or something coming to one of the games with a sign and leo getting all flustered 😭. I’m a firm believer that leo had more situationships than just jack 🤮

This ended up being a very cute ask, so thank you! I am also a firm believer in showing how beautiful queer love can be in middle school/high school (like in Heartstopper). So meet someone who treated our Leo well, before Jack (ew) came into the picture and broke our sunshine's heart. But it's okay now- he's got two boyfriends who love him very, very much. <3

Keep the asks coming! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“No way,” James laughed, mouthguard hanging out of his mouth and water bottle poised for a sip. “No fucking way! Nutty, you dog.”

Leo looked up from where he was in a butterfly stretch. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Sirius laughed at James’ waggling eyebrows. He jerked his chin to the glass. “You got an admirer there, nut.”

“Who?” Leo asked, confused expression on his face. “Is it Finn making faces again? Because I told him it distracts- oh.”

Across the ice a few rows up from the glass was a boy that looked like he was about Leo’s age with tan skin and dark, curly hair. He was in a Lions jersey, Leo’s own, and was holding a white sign above his forehead and smiling. Hi from NOLA! it said. We love #1! His friend beside him was laughing in his own Lions jersey.

Leo laughed and stood. He gestured to Layla, who was on the bench. “Layla, may you please pass me a puck and a sharpie?”

She nodded at him and bustled around for a puck and silver pen, handing them to him with a smile. “Do you know them?”

“Yeah, I went to school with one of them back home. I think he’s at Gryffindor University now, I saw it on his Instagram.” He wrote his signature with a smiley face and handed her back the pen. “Thanks, Layla. Be right back.”

She patted his head. “Off you go, nutter butter.”

James whistled at him while he skated away and Leo saw Finn lift his head up from where he had also been doing his warm-up stretches. Leo rolled his eyes playfully and made his way over to the glass. He smiled up and waved for the two boys to come down, and they hustled down the steps and stopped right in front of Leo.

“Enrique,” Leo greeted. “Long time no see. How are you?”

“‘Sup, Le,” Enrique answered. 

He looked the same as he had when they were in middle and high school, a little gangly with bright white teeth and a sharp jawline. Leo remembered meeting him for the first time in 5th grade and being confused as to why his face flushed so hard. Flashbacks of tentative hand-holding and first kisses on an overnight school trip ran fondy through his mind. He remembered being young and unsure, and Enrique always being so gentle and kind. 

Enrique seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he looked at Leo with a wide smile. “How’s the big show?”

“It’s good,” Leo said. He fiddled with the puck in his hand. “You studying at Gryff?”

“Yup! Math with a minor in anthropology.” He wrapped an arm around the boy beside him and noogied him in the head. “It’s how I met this history buff- we had a couple freshman classes together.” He lowered his arm to wrap gently around the boy’s waist and smiled up at him. “This is my boyfriend, Shan.”

Leo could feel his nose scrunching up with his smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” Shan replied, a bit shyly. “It’s really cool to see you out here.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, it feels good to be out here.” He tossed the puck up and down a few times in his fingers. “Hey, step back a little bit and put your hands up.”

Enrique did as told and deftly caught the puck that Leo tossed over the glass. Shan leaned over to look at it and read it as well, and they both looked up and smiled at him.

Suddenly, Leo felt a presence skate up to his side and watched both of their eyes widen. Leo bit his lip and turned to find Finn next to him. “Harz. This is Enrique and Shan.”

“Hello, lover,” Finn said, eyes twinkling. He looked over at the two boys. “Saw one of your friends had my jersey.” He smiled through the glass. “Hey, catch!”

Shan caught his own puck with a laugh. “Thanks, Harzy!”

Finn saluted. “No problem.” He wrapped an arm around Leo’s waist and squeezed gently. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take my Leo here back to his goal so I can practice scoring on him.”

Leo nudged him gently. “Alright, alright.” He tapped a hand up to the glass. “It was good to see you, Enrique. You, too, Shan. Enjoy the game!”

“You, too!”

“Good luck!”

“Gentlemen,” Finn said, then tugged Leo to face him as the two boys went back to their seats. “Did you know them?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, I went to school with Enrique.” He grinned down at Finn. “He was my first kiss on a middle school outdoor excursion trip.”

Finn froze for a second then broke out into a smile, his tongue sticking out a little. “Oh? And who kisses better?”

Leo snorted and tapped his helmet to Finn’s. “It was a first kiss, sweetheart. Nothing to write home about. And the boy he was with today is his boyfriend, they both go to college here.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Finn gave Leo a tap on the butt with his stick then snatched a puck. “Go get in goal, sunshine, I’ll shoot on you,” he said. As he skated towards the blue line, he turned around to look at Leo again. “Then we’ll go to home and FaceTime Lo while I kiss you stupid!”

Leo flushed at the chirps that got from their teammates, but smiled and narrowed his eyes as he turned to face Finn in his net. 

Later, after they had a post-victory pasta dinner in their apartment, Leo was warm and flushed, pressed against the mattress by Finn’s body. Finn had called Logan with single-minded zeal, told him the story of warm-ups, and then had proceeded to kiss Leo into oblivion, Logan watching them eagerly from the iPad. Finn’s hands were all over Leo’s body and his lips somehow insistent and gentle. Leo felt like he was drowning and breathing clearly at the same time, caught in the whirlwind that was Finn’s focused attention. After what felt like hours, Finn pulled away, lips wet and red and hair a mess from Leo’s hands. 

“So,” he began with a mischievous grin. “Who kisses better?”

Leo shook his head in amusement. “I told you, he was my first kiss. He’s probably way better at it now, and anyways, it’s not a competition.”

“Ouais, yes it is,” Logan said. He had his head resting on his hands and his green eyes were roaming up and down their bodies. “It’s always a competition. Allez, Le. Who’s better?”

“Guys, we were thirteen-”

“Leo.”

“I’m just saying, I’d feel weird comparing-”

But Finn interrupted him with a frustrated huff and bent to press his lips all over Leo’s neck and face. Leo laughed and wrapped his arms and legs around Finn’s body, head tilted up against the pillows and pliant. When Finn pulled away his face was serious but his eyes were twinkling. “You know there’s only one right answer, butter.”

Leo sighed and leaned up to kiss him. “You,” he said. He turned to smile at Logan, sated and content. “You, you, and you.” 

Have some domestic morning fluff featuring yummy pastries! I know Love Lane sounds cheesy, but the town I go to college in actually does have a Love Lane and I think that's very cute. :)

Also, remember to always be dating your partner(s), no matter how long you have been together! It's very important. :)

I am steadily working on your prompts, so please keep them coming!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Finn turned the corner onto Love Lane just as the ending notes of Shiny Happy People drifted off in his headphones. He smiled as he slowed down to a jog, then a walk, stopping the run on his watch and pausing the music. His breathing was still quick and a bit labored, but he hummed happily as he approached Vivienne’s, pulling out his credit card from his running vest. He brought his mouth down to take a sip from the water bottle on his chest before opening the door, a light chime sounding from the bell above his head. Chantel was behind the counter today, her goddess braids piled into a clip in the back of her head, and she smiled when she saw him approach the counter. 

“Bon matin, loverboy,” she greeted, placing her hands on the counter in front of her. “What’ll it be today?”

Finn shrugged and grinned at the pastries displayed proudly in front of him. “What do you got for me today, Chan?”

Chantel moved behind the glass case. “Well, for your sweeth-tooth-sweetheart, I’ve got a nice white chocolate and mixed berry filled croissant. Viv just perfected the recipe, and they are to die for. They’ve got a nice lemony hint, too.”

Finn nodded at her with a grin. “Yeah, okay. And for my sunshine?”

Chantel laughed and gestured to something on the far end. “Raspberry scones. A little sweet, but not too sweet- they’re tart, too. And for you,” she continued. “I’ve got some nice spinach and feta quiches.”

Finn nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll have two of those, please. Leo will just try and steal that from me anyways. Then a scone for him, too.” He thought for a minute. “And two of the croissants, please.” He flit his eyes up. “Lo will feel left out if I only get him one thing.”

Chantel laughed and proceeded to box up the pastries. “You got it.”

Finn leaned against the counter by the register. “How’s the wife?”

Chantel bobbed her head as she finished packaging. “Good. Viv’s back in the kitchen now. Said something about a summer focaccia.”

Finn hummed appreciatively. “That sounds good. Might have to save me some.”

Chantel flashed her eyes up at him teasingly. “Anything for our best customer.”

That made Finn laugh as he handed her his credit card. “Can’t help it I’ve got two hungry boys at home. And me.”

“Hey, we aren’t complaining,” Chantel said. “But bring Leo next time- he gives good constructive feedback.”

Finn saluted, then took the box. “You got it, boss.” He began to back out towards the door. “Say hi to Viv for me. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, loverboy!” Chantel called after him.

He grinned and closed the door to the bakery behind him, box in one hand and phone in the other to text his boys. On my way home. Just stopped by Viv’s.

Okay, sweetheart! Leo’s text came. I’ve got coffee brewing, we’ll see you at home. 

Finn sent back a string of hearts and pocketed his phone with a deep sigh. He rolled his neck- his back muscles were a bit stiff from their weights session the day before, and his legs from his run, but it felt good. He could probably bribe Leo with kisses into giving him a massage. It was a technique that he employed often and it always yielded good results. He smiled just thinking about it- Leo would sit him in a stool by the counter, Logan beside him. Logan would scratch Finn’s scalp- he really seemed to like that- as Leo used his strong, capable hands to knead out the knots near Finn’s neck that he got. They’d both periodically press kisses to Finn’s neck, his forehead- any skin that was reachable, really. Finn laughed to himself and quickened his pace, anxious to get home. 

He tapped his toe impatiently as he waited in the elevator, clutching the box of pastries to his chest. His sweat was cooling just a bit, starting to become uncomfortable and a bit cold in the building’s air conditioning. He exited the elevator with a small shiver when he arrived at their floor, transferring the box to one hand to fiddle around in his running vest for his keys. He was struggling to balance the box and fit them in the lock when the door opened in front of him. Finn looked up to find Leo standing there and smiling at him in boxers and one of Finn’s Strand sweatshirts, the material around the hood a bit damp- from residual wetness on his skin from a shower, Finn presumed. He was tall, curly hair like a halo around his head, and so cute it made Finn want to squish his cheeks.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Leo said. He took the box from Finn and stepped back into the apartment. “Good run?”

“Yeah,” Finn said, following Leo into their apartment. “Hey, wait.”

“Hm?” Leo asked. He placed the pastry box on the counter and then made a noise of surprise when Finn tugged his hand and turned him around to press a hard kiss to his mouth. Leo let out a sigh through his nose and used his free hand to cup Finn’s cheek gently. When they pulled apart, Leo was grinning softly. “What was that for?”

Finn just wrapped his arms around Leo’s waist. “What, I need a reason to kiss my boyfriend?” He pressed his lips gently to Leo’s neck. “You just looked so gorgeous standing there waiting for me in my clothes. Made me want to do this.” He leaned back and took Leo’s face in his hands, applying a little pressure until the skin of his cheeks started to crinkle. “You’re so squishable.”

Leo snorted, but he was still smiling. “You sure know how to hand out compliments.”

“Mm,” Finn said. He leaned in to kiss Leo once more. “It’s easy when it’s you.”

Leo smacked his hip lightly but kissed him back. They stayed there for a moment, Finn’s arms winding around Leo’s neck, kissing softly in the morning kitchen light, until a weight fell against Finn’s back.

“Oof,” Finn gasped against Leo’s mouth. “Morning, Tremblay. You’re heavy this morning.”

“Non,” Logan said. He stepped around and bullied his way in between them, his face pressed into Finn’s neck. “Ici.”

Finn ducked down to kiss his mouth softly. “Hi, baby. Sleep okay?”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded. He tucked his face back down. “Missed you when you left.”

Finn grinned at Leo over Logan’s head. “Oh yeah?”

“Ouais,” Logan said again. He lifted his head gently to look at Finn. “What did you bring me?”

Finn scoffed and kissed his cheek. “What, you only want me for my money? Want me to buy you things?”

“No,” Leo laughed. 

“Hey,” Finn said. He leaned to bring his mouth next to Logan’s ear and looked up at Leo. “You know I’ll buy you all the things if you want.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Leo said. Finn closed his eyes when he kissed his forehead. “But pastries are enough.”

“Good,” Finn replied. He pressed a smacking kiss to Logan’s head then turned him gingerly into Leo’s arms. Logan grumbled, but wrapped his arms around Leo’s torso and squeezed tightly, Leo doing the same around his waist. Finn smiled softly at them, then turned to the pastries. “Chan gave me a couple of quiches for us, Le, and I got you a scone. And Lo, I got you two white chocolate and berry croissants. Sound good?”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded. He peered over into the box. “Looks good.”

Finn smiled. “Good. How about I shower, then we eat?”

Leo nodded and kissed Logan’s head. “I’ll pour your coffee, honey. You go shower.”

“Thanks nutter butter,” Finn said. He placed a kiss on each of their cheeks. “Love you. I’ll be right back.”

Finn stripped off his clothes in the bathroom before turning on the water and stepping through their shower door. He smiled as he turned his head up into the spray, pushing his hair back from his face. The sound of the door opening reverberated through the bathroom, and he opened his eyes to peer out through the fogged glass doors to see a silhouette. Logan.

“Rouge?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I put your towel in the dryer. I'm leaving it here on the toilet.”

Finn laughed. God, Logan was so cute sometimes, and he didn't even realize it. “Thanks, baby.”

“Ouais,” Logan replied. Finn could hear him open the bathroom door again.

“You sure you don't want to join?” he asked suggestively. 

He could hear Logan’s grin. “I'm helping Le with breakfast. He's getting out the nice plates.”

Finn felt his heart skip in his chest. “You're both such sweethearts.” He turned to grab the soap. “I'll hurry and be out in a couple minutes.” He turned to look at Logan through the glass, even though he couldn't completely see him. “I'll be expecting lots of kisses, please.”

“Ouais,” Logan laughed. “Je t'aime, we'll wait for you.” 

Finn heard the door close and finished washing his body, slipping out of the shower and wrapping himself in the warm towel that Logan had given him. It even smelled like Logan, just a bit, and Finn brought it up to his nose to inhale his familiar scent. He walked to their bedroom and threw on a pair of boxers and Leo's New Orleans Saints sweatshirts. That, too, smelled like Logan, with a hint of Leo's cologne- they must have both worn it recently. Finn felt all wrapped up in them and smiled as he made his way to the kitchen.

Logan, who was sat at a stool with a cup of coffee in front of him, turned as he heard Finn walk into the room. “Salut.”

Finn folded him back against his chest and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Logan turned his head to kiss Finn more squarely on the lips and Finn grinned. “Hi, baby.”

Logan sniffed at his neckline. “You smell good.”

Finn hummed. “Smell like you. And Le. Did you both wear this or something?”

Leo nodded. “He wore it when we were reading last night while you were out with Alex.” His eyes were twinkling. “He sprayed me with my cologne and then rubbed himself all over me.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “I did not.”

Leo snorted as he turned to pour coffee in Finn's mug. “Well it certainly wasn't cuddling. You were like a dog, just flopped down on me.”

“Our very own pitbull,” Finn teased, biting at Logan's jaw. “A tough exterior, but really just needs cuddles like he needs air.”

Logan scoffed. “You like it. Besides,” he continued, turning to grip at Finn’s hair. “I need to let them know you're mine.”

Leo laughed. “Who?”

Logan turned to look at him as though it was obvious. “Everyone.”

Finn smiled dopily at him, at Leo. Sometimes he couldn't believe his luck. He had two boys, two kind, gorgeous boys, that he got to love. “As if I would choose anyone else,” he said, squeezing tighter around Logan’s broad chest. Logan melted back into him. They both watched Leo’s back as he plated their pastries. Finn sighed happily. “Le.”

“Yeah?” Leo asked. He was focused on his task. 

“Leo,” Finn said.

“What, sweetheart?” Leo’s voice was gentle, but he was still not looking at them.

“Allez,” Logan urged. 

“Look here, baby,” Finn said softly.

Leo turned, licking berry jam off his finger, and placed Logan’s plate in front of him. “What? I'm almost done with breakfast, Fish, I just need to put some milk in your-”

Logan interrupted him by grabbing abruptly for his hand and tugging him to lean across the counter. Leo just had time to widen his eyes before Logan was kissing him. He hummed and relaxed his body into the marble countertop, one hand making its way up to cup Logan’s cheek. Finn felt his body warm watching them and he dropped a kiss to Logan’s shoulder.

After a brief moment, Leo pulled back with a smile. “What was that for?”

Finn made a noise in the back of his throat. “Enough of that question.” He hooked his chin over Logan’s shoulder to look Leo in the eyes. “You’re just too gorgeous. We can’t resist you.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “Sorry, I’m just not used to being tugged around and kissed in the kitchen.”

“Non?” Logan asked teasingly. “We can do it more often.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. He waggled his eyebrows. “Here I come, nutter butter.” 

He untangled himself from Logan and crossed to the other side of the counter. Leo’s eyes and fond expression told him he knew what was coming, but Finn pulled him firmly to him by his waist anyways. The sides of Leo’s eyes were crinkling when Finn got him close. He gripped around the small of Leo’s back and leaned up to kiss him hard. He was probably being too sloppy, and definitely using too much tongue, but Leo was leaning backwards over his arm, enough for Finn to grasp at the back of his neck with his other hand and dip him. Leo made a surprised noise against his mouth, which turned into a breathy laugh as he held on tightly to Finn’s shoulders. Finn pulled away to smile down at him, his blond curls hanging off his head towards the floor, and his face all flushed red and please.

“You’re so much trouble, O’Hara,” Leo teased.

Finn nipped lightly at his perfect cupid’s bow. “Only for you.” He pulled them upright and turned to grin at Logan, who was watching them with his face resting gently on his palm. “Alright, lovers. How about some food?”

“Yes, I’m starving,” Leo said. Finn smacked his butt lightly as he turned to grab his and Finn’s plates. Leo just raised his eyebrows. “Go sit, honey.”

Finn kissed his cheek then walked back around the counter to sit by Logan, pressing their shoulders together. They watched as Leo put the finishing touches on their breakfast: some nice silverware, his and Finn’s coffee, a glass of water for each of them. Leo stood across from them, fork poised over his quiche, and Finn did the same. The first bite was heavenly, a bit salty from the feta, a bit sweet from the tomatoes. Finn hummed appreciatively and looked up at Leo. “Good?”

Leo closed his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, really good. Gosh, Viv just knows how to combine flavors, that’s for sure.”

Finn grinned. “She was in the kitchen making a summer focaccia when I got there. Chan said she’d save us some this week, and that I should bring you in to give feedback.”

Leo laughed delightedly. “Aw, that’s very sweet.”

Finn nodded. “Speaking of sweet.” He turned to look at Logan, who was already halfway through his first pastry. “How’s the croissant, my sweet-tooth baby?”

Logan made an appreciative noise before swallowing. “Ouais, really good.” He took another big bite. “The jam is good.”

Leo snorted and reached out with his own napkin to wipe some of it off of Logan’s mouth. “Slow down there, sweetheart, you’ll get a stomach ache.”  

“But it’s so good,” Logan retorted. He looked up at Leo through his lashes. “Can you make croissants with jam sometime?”

Leo tilted his head and looked at him fondly. “Sure, honey. I’ll get my mama’s recipe. She used to make them when we had guests over all the time.” 

“Merci,” Logan said, already going back in for another bite. He looked content, all tan and soft from the summer, back from New York for a few months. Finn loved the way he looked in their kitchen, when he would sit on the counter while Leo cooked, when he would help Finn dry the dishes, when he’d help Leo chop vegetables for dinner. 

Finn loved him so much he thought he would explode, and so leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Love having you home, baby.”

Logan turned to brush their noses together. “Love being home.” He kissed Finn lightly then turned to Leo. “Soleil?”

“Hm?” Leo asked. He had moved onto the scone now. “Yeah?”

Logan laughed. Leo was always starving first thing in the morning, and not a lot could distract him from eating. “Regarde-moi.”

Leo held up a finger and swallowed the last bit of his scone. “That was really tasty, wow.” He wiped his fingers on his napkin and stood up straighter, taking Logan’s hand. “What is it, Lo?”

Logan bit his lip and looked at each of them. “Wanna take you both on a date.”

Leo furrowed his brows. “Ouais, of course. You wanna go to the Sunstone for supper, or-”

“Non,” Logan interrupted. He kissed Leo’s hand and wove the fingers of his other hand into Finn’s hair. “I want to get all dressed up and go to a place on the river. And drive you there, and hold the door for you, and pull out your chairs.” He was blushing a bit, but smiling, and Finn was going to melt into the floor. Leo looked a little stunned, and Logan played with his fingers. “And I want to sit across from you, and look at you, and tangle our ankles under the table. And then we’ll go for a walk on the path by the water, and hold hands, and then I’ll buy you gelato near the beach.” His green eyes were sparkling. “Then I’ll kiss you at sunset, and then drive you home and kiss you some more. Kiss you goodnight.”

Finn sucked in a breath. He felt floaty. “Lo…”

“I want to take you on dates all summer,” Logan said. His voice was firm and happy. “To the beach, to a cabin in the woods. Take you dancing.” He closed his eyes dreamily. “Gonna kiss you everywhere we go. Hold your hands when we walk down the street.”

Leo was blushing hard now, looking as smitten as Finn felt. “Oh. Logan, that’s…”

“That sounds amazing,” Finn finished. Leo nodded at him. “Shit, that sounds so good.”

“I love you,” Logan said. He tugged Leo’s hand. “Ici.”

Leo obeyed, walking around the counter to stand beside their chairs. Logan stood and once again tugged insistently at him, wrapping his arms around Leo’s neck. Finn was struggling to breath with how gorgeous they looked together. 

Logan turned him and Leo slightly and leaned against Finn’s side when Finn wrapped an arm around his waist. “I want to date you,” Logan whispered softly. “Now that the world knows, I want to take you everywhere, show everyone you’re mine. I want to date you now and forever.”

Leo was smiling so hard that his button nose was scrunching. “I love you.” He leaned down to kiss Logan softly a few times, their lips brushing gently against one another. When they pulled apart, he leaned down to do the same with Finn. “I love you so much.”

Finn kissed him once more for good measure, then turned to Logan. Their lips met and Finn felt his breathing hitch. He imagined that, when he pulled apart and looked at them, that he had a ridiculous, love-struck expression, but he didn’t care. “Forever wouldn’t be enough with you two.” He leaned his head on Logan’s shoulder. “I love you both more than anything.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. His eyes were soft. He leaned up on his toes to press his forehead to Leo’s. “Toujours.”

Finn smiled, pressed a kiss to Logan’s shoulder, and then straightened. He lifted his arms above his head to stretch, then winced when pain shot up his upper back. Leo made a noise and came to stand behind him. “Want me to massage it out, sweetheart?”

Finn tilted his head to smile at him upside down. “If you don’t mind, gorgeous. That’d be great, thank you.”

Leo kissed the top of his head and worked his strong thumbs just below Finn’s neck. Finn groaned, his head lolling just a little. Logan boosted himself onto his stool once more and scratched at Finn’s scalp. As if on cue, they both leaned to kiss him, Logan on his neck and Leo on the side of his head. Finn burst out laughing.

“Quoi?” Logan asked. His eyes were amused. “What happened?”

Finn was still laughing and shaking his head. He reached one hand up to cup Logan’s cheek and the other one back to lace his fingers with Leo’s on his shoulder. “Nothing. I just love you.” He closed his eyes. “I love you very, very much.” Finn opened his eyes. “Hey, kiss me again.”

And with their smiles against his skin and their hands on him, Finn felt all of the tension float out of his body. If he spent the rest of the summer like this, well… he’d consider himself lucky in love, indeed.

I LOVE HOW YOU TALK ABOUT HOW LEO BLUSHES SO MUCH IN YOUR FICS ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER HES SO FLUSTERED ALL THE TIME

I'm trying to answer these in the order I received them, so don't worry if you don't see yours yet! They are a-comin'! ;)

Enjoy our flustered little sunshine baby! He's so adorable, it's INSANE!!!! All credits to @lumosinlove

“How’s my nutter-butter-peanut-lovernut-nutty-butty-sunshine-baby?”

Leo looked up from where he was stretching out on the mat, his mouth parted and his eyes wide. “Finn.”

“What?” Finn asked, confused. “What, did I say something?”

“I- you just- you can’t-”

“Hey Harz!” called James. “You got any more names to add to that list?”

“Yeah,” Thomas continued. “What about Reese’s peanut butter cup? Macadamia nut cookie? Planter’s peanuts?”

Finn rolled his eyes and turned to look at them. “Oh, ha-ha. You’re just jealous because Lily and Noelle aren’t allowed to practice with you.” He turned to gaze at Leo and bit his lip. “That is a right specifically reserved for me.”

“Fish,” Leo said. His face was bright red and his cheeks hot, but he was smiling. He looked so pretty like that, blonde hair splayed out on the floor beneath him and his arms stretched out over his head.

“Nuh-uh, you won’t get me to stop calling you that.” He knelt down beside Leo and squished his cheeks. “You’re my baby-baby-baby.” He kissed him soundly and whispered the phrase once more against his mouth. “My baby-baby-baby.”

When he pulled away, Leo was still blushing, but he didn’t look any less in love.

***

“Logan,” Leo gasped. “Logan, we’re in public-”

“Ouais, I don’t care,” Logan replied from his perch on Leo’s lap. He continued to suck at Leo’s neck and whispered in French against Leo’s ear. “I haven’t seen you in weeks; we should not be at a bar right now.”

“Je sais,” Leo said breathlessly. He ran his hands up and down Logan’s back to try and calm himself, although feeling his muscles underneath his shirt really did not help the situation. He looked around the dim bar at all the other people. “Je sais, but- but your teammates.”

“I don’t care what they think,” Logan said lowly. “They all know, so I don’t care.” He pulled back and his gaze was fiery. “I want you.”

Leo took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. “Lo, Lo we have to go.” 

Logan grinned and leaned in to brush their noses. “Your face is so red, mon coeur.”

“Yeah, well, you keep talking like that.”

“I think you like it,” Logan replied. He kissed Leo’s cheek. “You look so gorgeous when you blush. You look so gorgeous all the time.”

That made Leo’s face even redder around his grin. “Stop that.”

“Non,” Logan said. “Non, never.” He tugged at Leo’s hair. “Let’s go find Fish, then we can-”

“Hello, lovers,” Finn’s voice sounded, as if on cue. He put a hand on Logan's back, tilting his head and smiled knowingly. “Lo, what did you say to him? Le, you’re all flushed.”

“I- he-”

“Take me home,” Logan interrupted. He settled himself further in Leo’s lap and pressed kisses all over his cheeks. “Now, right now, let’s go home, and I’ll make you blush even more.”

Finn let out a delighted laugh and cupped Leo’s cheek. “Oh, I can definitely get behind that.” He kissed Leo’s forehead. “Let’s go, gorgeous. Tomorrow I’ll take you both out to breakfast, show you the city.”

“Non,” Logan answered, grinning cheekily. “I’ll show you, the city. But first I want to show you my sheets.”

“Jesus,” Leo said. If possible, he was blushing even harder. “Oh God, let’s just get out of here. This is embarrassing, I’m so red.”

Logan laughed and kissed his rosy cheeks. “With pleasure, mon soleil.”

***

“Fucking- jeez, your forearms, Le.”

“Hm?” Leo looked up from where he was kneading pizza dough at the counter. “What?”

Finn didn’t looked away from his hands. “Just, your forearms. And your hands, ugh.” He put his hand on his forehead as if checking for a fever. “I’m just- you’re gonna kill me. Too sexy.” He spread his hands out as if reporting a news title. “Here lies Finn O’Hara- absolutely obliterated by his boyfriend’s hot bread-kneading forearm veins.”

Leo laughed and dusted some more flour on his hands. “You’re ridiculous.”

“No I’m not. Lo!”

“Quoi?” 

“Get in here, on the double! I need your professional opinion on something.”

Logan came sliding in from their bedroom, finishing slipping his hands through Leo’s sweatshirt sleeves and pulling up the hood. His hair fluffed out from underneath. “Quoi? What’s happening?”

Finn turned towards him seriously. “I need you to watch.”

Logan furrowed his brow. “Huh? Watch what?”

Finn grasped onto his shoulders and turned him to look at Leo, who was shaking his head and blushing around a grin. “Just watch his hands. Watch them.”

“I told you, you’re ridiculous-”

“Just wait, nutter butter, you’ll see. Lo will agree with me.”

Logan dutifully watched for a few moments. His gazed was transfixed on Leo’s hands, stretching and pulling the dough, his forearms working it into the counter, his veins pulsing on every push-

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. He looked up to Leo, a light dusting of red dotting his cheeks. “Ouais, I see now.”

“Right?” Finn concurred, breathless. Leo wondered if he could tell how red his neck and ears were. “I mean- just, right?”

Leo bit his lip and looked at them through his lashes. “You like this?”

Logan nodded as if in a trance. “Ouais. Yes, yeah, I really like it.”

“Well,” Leo said. He wiped his hands on a towel and came around the counter. Both of his boys were flushed and watching him, eyes a little wide. He ducked down to kiss at Finn’s neck, then Logan’s lips when they came searching for him. He pulled away and dropped a devastating wink. “How about you make yourselves useful and chop the toppings for dinner?”

Finn spluttered. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yup,” Leo deadpanned. “Chop, chop, O’Hara. You’re on sausage and chicken duty. Tremblay, peppers and onions, please.” He looked up and smirked. “I, however, am going to finish up this pizza dough.”

His boys, their faces as red as the tomato sauce waiting to top their pizzas, just groaned and went to take out some knives.

Leo’s from NOLA so he’s probably so used to extreme heat that he’s chronically freezing cold in the fall/winter 😭

As a northern girl myself, I would never survive in the NOLA heat. To each their own, I guess.

Enjoy our lovernut being a very adorable icicle! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Absolutely not.”

“Leo,” Logan laughed. He was holding up a pair of snowshoes with a grin. “Allez.”

“No, no, no way, have you seen the thermometer?” Leo exclaimed. He picked it up from its place on Logan’s parents’ counter. “Negative twelve Celsius. That’s, like, 10 degrees!” He shivered as if to demonstrate. “I will be an icicle.”

“A very cute icicle,” Finn said, straightening from where he was tying his boots up. “C’mon, sunshine, you’ve gotta go snowshoeing at least once while we’re here.” He kissed Leo’s cheek and wrapped him in a hug. “Please, please, please?”

“Allez, Le, look,” Logan added. He pulled out some gear from a box in the mud room. “I’ve got some nice wool mittens and a fleece Buff, and you’ve got your beanie maman knit you.” He walked up to Leo and put a hand on his cheek. “You’ll be fine, mon coeur.”

Leo narrowed his eyes, but huffed. “Fine. Fine, but don’t be surprised if I can’t make you hot cocoa when we get back.”

Finn snorted lightly through his nose in amusement. “The horror.”

Leo turned to him. “You laugh now, but you love my cocoa.”

“Not as much as I love you,” Finn said with a last kiss to his cheek. “C’mon, let’s get you bundled up, butter.”

“Ouais, I’ll even strap you into your snowshoes, soleil, so you don’t have to take off your mittens.”

Leo thought for a second. “Okay,” he conceded. He pulled the fleece gaiter firmly over his head and tucked it into the neck of his jacket. “Okay, let’s go.”

After being sufficiently bundled up by his boyfriends, Leo stepped out onto the snow-covered porch of the Tremblay’s Rimouski home, just outside of the main city, and took a breath of freezing-cold air. This was not how he anticipated to be spending their week off for the All Star break, but Logan had wanted to go home where the snow was high, and Finn and Leo would follow him anywhere- hence, their mid-season reunion headed up north to the freezing cold Canadian winter. It was a wonderland, the snowbanks piled up on the side of the streets and the tree branches weighed down with heavy powder. If only Leo’s parents could see him now. His mother would certainly laugh. 

Leo watched as Logan knelt to strap him into the snowshoes he was borrowing from Logan’s father. He looked handsome with his winter coat and his bomber hat, all rugged and outdoorsy. Leo sometimes forgot that this had been Logan’s life before the NHL- it was more distinctly different from Leo's and Finn’s than Leo’s and Finn’s were from each other. It seemed that he never lost the love for the wilderness, either, because the first thing he had suggested they do last night was go for a morning snowshoe the following day, which Finn had readily agreed to. Leo had taken a little more convincing, and was promised lots of cuddles and blankets after their walk in the woods- a promise he certainly was going to make sure they kept.

Now, however, he got to relish the brightness of Logan’s eyes looking up at him as he finished helping Leo. His gloves were hanging around his wrists on their straps to allow his nimble fingers to do the buckles, and his hair flopped out a little over his forehead from underneath his hat. He smiled gently up at Leo and cradled the back of his calf. “All done,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to Leo’s thigh through his snowpants. He stood up and pressed a light peck to Leo’s lips. “Ready, mon amour?”

“Ouais,” Leo replied. He shivered. “I’m already cold.”

“Well, let’s get moving,” Finn said. He kicked his feet out a few times and grinned at Logan. “Damn, Lo, it’s been a while since I wore these. Probably the last time I visited your place during the winter in college.”

Logan grinned back. “Oui. Not so awkward on your feet now, huh, Bambi?”

Finn rolled his eyes but kissed Logan’s forehead. “Ha ha.” He jerked his chin at Leo. “Why don’t you teach him?” His toasty brown eyes caught Leo’s own baby blues, and his toothy grin and freckles were sharp against the dark navy of his hat. “These are no ordinary shoes, sunshine.”

“Non,” Logan agreed. “You’ve gotta pick your feet up a little more and walk slightly outwards, d’accord? So they don’t drag and tear your snowpants.” He demonstrated by stepping off the porch and walking a few steps in the yard. “Like this, oui?”

“Ooooo-ways!” Finn yelled. He followed after Logan, jumping on him briefly with an arm around his shoulders. He kissed his cheek hard, then turned and held his hand out to Leo. “You coming, baby-baby?”

Leo nodded and took the first step towards them through the soft, twinkling snow.  

***

“Oh, baby. Oh, baby-baby, you’re shaking.”

“Uh-huh,” Leo said through chattering teeth. He attempted a smile. “It was fun, though.”

Finn made a noise in the back of his throat. “Are you sure?” He tugged Leo’s hat and Buff off, both slightly damp with sweat and snow. “You’re freezing, sweetheart.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He had stripped himself of his winter clothes the fastest, left in only jogging pants and a thermal T-shirt. “Let’s throw our damp clothes in the dryer, and I’ll make us a fire.”

“Th-thanks,” Leo got out.

Finn tisked his tongue. “Let’s get you in some fresh dry clothes, Le.”

“I-I’m really fine-”

“Nope, nuh-uh.” Finn shook his head. “No frozen boyfriends. You’re not any fun if you’re frozen.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully but crossed his arms over his body, completely rid of all layers except his pants and thermal shirt as well. “I’m going to go put on a sweatshirt.”

Finn kissed him. “And dry socks. There are some more wool ones I unpacked last night, they’re in the top drawer.”

“Merci,” Leo said, and all but rushed up the stairs to Logan’s bedroom. He found one of Logan’s Rangers sweatshirts on their bed. It was a little big on Logan anyways, and made Leo feel surrounded by the scent of him as he pulled the hood over his head. Leo ducked his nose into the collar and took a big inhale. He’d missed Logan so terribly some nights it was hard to sleep, even with Finn as a warm weight against his back. Now, though, he felt tucked away and safe in the place Logan grew up- even though he was freezing his tail off.

He came back downstairs laden in cozy clothing and two pairs of woolen socks to find Logan in the kitchen bustling around to make tea and Finn putting a few more logs on the fire Logan had made in the Tremblay’s woodstove. Marius and Iva were skiing overnight at a lodge somewhere, so they had the house to themselves, and took full advantage of sprawling across the couches in the living room. Leo nestled into the cushions and smiled as Finn draped a fleece blanket over him, tucking it under Leo’s body.

“There we go,” Finn said. He kissed Leo softly. “A nice Leo burrito.” He sat sideways on Leo’s lap and hugged his shoulders tightly. “How are you feeling, my pretty peanut?”

“Good,” Leo said. Between the sweatshirt, the blanket, and Finn’s fleece-covered shoulder pressing against him, his voice came out muffled. “My face is a little cold, still, and my feet. But I’m okay.”

“Well,” Finn said. “I can do something about that.” He turned his torso slightly and squished Leo’s cheeks, pressing kisses all over his face. His lips were warm and firm, a sharp contrast to Leo’s freezing skin. With a final wet, smacking one to his forehead, Finn leaned back and looked down with a soft grin. “Better?”

Leo nodded. He was smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. “Merci. Where’s Lo?”

“Salut,” Logan said. He came into the room balancing a tray with three cups in one hand and a pair of fuzzy slippers in the other. “Allez, soleil, I brought you something to help with your feet.” He set the tray down and then knelt to the floor to slip the shoes on Leo’s feet. “I figured they would be cold.”

Leo felt his cheeks flush around his smile. Finn laughed and ran a hand through Logan’s hair. “You’re such a sweetheart, huh, ten?”

Logan bit his lip and looked up. He looked happy and content in the soft firelight. “Only sometimes.” He peered around to look at Leo. “You look so cute with your eyes just looking at me like that.”

It was a display of frankness so uncharacteristic of Logan that it made Leo gasp out a giggle, nudging his nose into Finn’s shoulder. “I guess I just got something nice to look at.”

“Ouais, you do,” Logan grinned. He moved to the couch to curl up beside Leo, pushing his warm nose into his neck. He dropped a lingering kiss there. “Thank you for coming snowshoeing with us.”

Leo leaned their heads together and looked up at Finn. “I had fun. Really, I did.” He shivered. “I think I’m just not made for cold weather.”

Logan laughed. “Non. Non, you’re not.” He turned Leo’s face to kiss him gently. “Even though you do look very sweet when you’re all cozy in winter clothes.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed. He pinched Leo’s nose lightly. “You’re like our own little snugglebug. Soft and squishable and cuddly.”

Leo snorted. “Gee, thanks, Harz.”

“It’s a good thing.” He tucked his face on the other side of Leo’s neck and pressed closer. “I like having a personal snugglebug.” He leaned back to look at Logan and kissed him briefly. “In fact, I got two. Lucky me.”

“Ouais, lucky you.” Logan’s eyes were so fond Leo thought that he would melt into the couch cushions. “Allez, tea time.” He stroked Leo’s belly with a warm hand. “Gotta heat you up from the inside.”

Finn swung his leg over and settled down on Leo’s other side with a final kiss to his cheek. He reached for their tea and handed a cup to each Logan and Leo before taking a sip of his own. His face scrunched in a grimace and he coughed. “Lo. Baby, I love you, so much, but I think this is yours.”

Logan scoffed. “It’s not that bad.”

“I don’t know how you drink that sugar bomb-”

“It’s good-”

“It’s literally pure honey, honey, that is not a perfectly balanced-”

“Oh, mon Dieu, rouge, to me it’s-”

Leo couldn’t help it. Giggles started deep in his belly, warm with the tea, and bubbled upwards until they escaped through his mouth. Logan and Finn stopped abruptly, smiling at him with their mouths open and their foreheads pinched in confusion. Leo looked between the two of them, flushed, and wiggled himself back into the cushions a little bit more.

“Quoi?” Logan asked. He nuzzled into Leo’s neck playfully and nipped at the skin there. “Quoi, what?”

“Nothing,” Leo laughed. “Nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing.” He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. “I’m good. I’m so good.” He sighed. “I’m so, so in love with you.”

He couldn’t see their smiles, but he knew they were there. Just like he knew that they were as happy as he was, that they were as in love as he was. He knew that they were in freefall just like him, floating higher and higher and weightless, up in the clouds and on the beach, watching the rolling, blue seas. Their laughter was the music he swayed to, their eyes the view he pictured when he fell asleep. Their fingers had left marks on his skin, their smiles on his heart. Their lips had caressed every part of him, knew all of him, and Leo was so in love he was vibrating with it. He was shivering, but not because he was cold anymore. 

He settled further back into the couch and sighed. One of Finn’s hands was on his thigh, the other’s fingers laced with his own; Logan’s warm palm was under his sweatshirt, rubbing his stomach soothingly, the other up in his hair. He felt everywhere their skin touched acutely, like it was burning him, but not like fire. Or, yes, like fire, but like the fire in front of him: heating him from inside out, igniting this eternal flame inside of him. 

Leo opened his eyes to find both of their beautiful faces hovering in front of him. He kissed them each softly and bent all their heads together. “I love you,” he whispered with a smile. “I love you so much. Thank you for taking me snowshoeing."

I LOVE LOVE LOVE all your prompts! Please keep sending them, and I will do my best to get to them when I can. I feel honored to be the voice you trust with your thoughts and ideas. :)

This was something I wrote ages ago, so I figured I'd post it. It also happens to have some of my favorite dialogue of the boys that I've ever written.

TW for discussion of nefarious activities. Nobody actually participates in them, but there is a healthy discussion about them, which should ALWAYS be happening in relationships where nefarious activities are participated in, regardless of how long the people have been together.

All credits to @lumosinlove

The world was full of people that loved Logan Tremblay. Finn and Leo included. Finn and Leo especially, in Finn’s expert opinion. But that did not mean other people didn’t, particularly fans.

Like the ones by the glass that were being shown on the jumbotron. 

A group of what looked like young adults were standing there with signs, saying things like Hey, hot (head) Tremblay, can I get a puck?; #71, nice lettuce! Can I have your haircare routine?; and Finn’s personal favorite: Remember me? Harvard Halloween party 2016?

Maybe, Finn thought, squinting at the screen, a few too many people loved Logan Tremblay.

The boy holding the final sign had wavy red hair and blue eyes, and looked strong underneath his Rangers jersey. It confused Finn slightly- Logan had never mentioned picking up boys in college before, and Finn was one-hundred percent sure it had never happened. Mostly.

Logan would’ve told him. Right?

He nudged Leo, who was sat beside him in the players box. The Lions had gotten knocked out in the previous round, and Finn had taken some personal days off from school so they could both come and support Logan as he and the Rangers made (another) run for the Cup. Alex had retired at the end of last season when they had made it to the Stanley Cups Finals and won, going out on a high. It had been a tough and physical 7-game series, with both him and Logan walking away with cuts all over their hands and cheeks, but a silver trophy nonetheless. 

Honestly, it was almost annoying how often they made it deep into the playoffs. Finn, two years into his retirement and in his first year of teaching, still couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

Leo turned to him, ginger ale can raised to his mouth. He swallowed. “What is it, sweetheart?”

Finn nudged his chin. “Look at the folks on the jumbotron.” 

Leo did, squinted to read, then grinned a little amusedly. “You jealous?”

Finn scoffed. “No.” He paused. “A little. I don’t know, I’m mostly confused.” He took Leo’s hand, stroking his wedding band and engagement ring. “He just- he never mentioned hooking up with any boys in college. In the year we were apart.”

Leo’s brow furrowed. “Okay. But does it matter?”

Finn shook his head hard. “No. God, of course not, not in that way. It’s just-” He sucked through his teeth. “He was so afraid of not being- straight. He couldn’t even break those walls down for me then, and…” He rolled his eyes. “This is stupid.”

Leo reach up to brush his cheek. “No, it’s not stupid. Tell me.”

Finn played with Leo’s fingers, looking down. “He couldn’t break those walls down for me, even though he loved me. I just don’t understand how he could-” He paused, breath hitching, then moved his eyes upward. Leo was staring at him in his careful way, listening. He was so good at listening. “I just don’t understand how he could break those walls down for somebody else, for another guy, if he couldn’t do it for me.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Leo whispered. “Maybe…” Leo paused, obviously considering his next words carefully. Finn nudged him. “Maybe he did it with them because he didn’t have to break down walls for them. If it was just one time.” He put his pointer finger under Finn’s chin to kiss him. “He loved you so much. Loves you so much. So do I. Sometimes those feelings are so overwhelming- those walls he had for you might not have been about sex, sweetheart.” Leo took a deep breath. “I think- I think they were beyond that. Logan’s love transcends sex, Fish, and I think that was the problem at the time.” He shrugged. “Plus, that person kind of looks like you, yeah? Might’ve just reminded him of you.”

Finn looked down at the guy, who was no longer on the jumbotron but still close to the ice. He saw the lean set of his waist, his broad back. His red hair, his blue eyes. He looked at Leo. “Kind of looks like you, too. The eyes. His build.”

Leo smiled. “Well- Logan was just looking for both of us, then.”

Finn kissed him. “I love you, Le.”

“Love you, too, honey. Lo, too.”

They both turned back to the ice, where the Rangers and Bruins were still doing their warm-ups. Logan had skated over to the group of people, tilting his head in a way that Finn knew meant he was confused. He was reading the sign and then briefly talked to the guy. The guy replied to him, looking both sheepish and excited, then they were both laughing. Logan reached down for a puck, sharpie in hand, signed it and tossed it over the boards. They exchanged a few more words, and Logan tapped his fist to the glass with a smile before skating away.

“Well,” Leo said. “They obviously recognize each other. And they seemed friendly. That’s a good thing, I think.”

Finn hummed in agreement, but he was still confused. Leo, sensing his lingering hesitation, cupped his jaw, gentle but firm, and turned to kiss him. When he pulled away, he looked resolute, his eyes loving and determined. 

“Us three, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Forever.”

Finn smiled, relaxing. Leo smiled back. He looked so gorgeous when he smiled that Finn had to kiss him again. “Yeah, baby. Forever and ever.” 

He watched the game mostly tucked under Leo’s arm, even when they were standing. Logan played hard, he always did, but the playoffs made him even more determined. He stick-handled deftly, checked hard but clean. His game was efficient and well thought out, and he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head with the way that he kept finding his guys. Finn loved watching him, always had. He loved watching Logan even more with Leo at his side, a warm weight around him. Leo knew how special Logan was, watched him so lovingly. Leo was special. Finn was so lucky.

They pulled out a win in overtime, with an incredible wrist shot from the dot by Zibanejad. Logan had scored two goals in regulation, both assisted by Luke. They weren’t like how Finn and Logan had been when they’d played together, but they were as close as anyone could get, Finn thought. He was glad Logan had someone in his corner like that in New York.

After the game, he and Leo said goodbye to Logan’s family, Thomas, who came with Noelle, and Adelaida, Logan’s sister Sydney’s girlfriend, before heading down to wait outside the locker room. Finn knew he was gripping Leo’s hand and forearm hard, but Leo just turned and placed a kiss on his forehead. They were standing there against the wall for Finn didn’t know how long, his head on Leo’s shoulder with his eyes half-closed. He was suddenly tired, and Leo was soft and warm. Logan would be, too.

Beside them, the locker room door opened and someone took a surprised inhale. “Oh,” Logan said. “Soleil. Rouge.” He stepped in front of them, his smile soft. He glanced at their hands, then at their faces. “Bonjour, mes amours.”

“Hi, honey,” Leo said, reaching with his free arm to pull Logan towards them and into a kiss. “Good game. You played so well.”

“Hm,” Logan said into another kiss. “Merci, mon coeur.” He turned his face up to Finn and smiled. “Finn.”

God, Finn loved the way Logan said his name. “Hi, baby,” he said, smiling and kissing him. “You looked so good out there.” He leaned down to bite at Logan’s jaw. “So good.”

Logan hummed happily, his head against Leo’s chest, eyes pointed down. He was looking at Finn and Leo’s intertwined hands. Finn knew he was still squeezing tightly. “Quoi? Ça va?” He looked up. Busted. “What’s wrong?”

Leo looked at Finn, and then at Logan, whose eyes were flitting between their faces. Eventually, he nodded and bit his lip, placing a hard kiss on each of their foreheads. “Is there a room, Lo? Or do we wanna go home, talk?”

At that, Finn looked up at him. “Home.”

Logan was still worried, but understood. Leo shouldered Logan’s bag with a kiss to his head, and with his now free arms Logan hugged Finn around the waist briefly. Finn wrapped his arms around Logan’s neck, tucking his face into Logan’s hair. He smelled clean, like the showers. Finn could breath in his scent, Leo’s scent, for eternity. After a few seconds, he felt Leo’s hand on his back and pulled away. “Okay,” he said, grabbing Logan’s hand. “Let’s go home.”

Leo drove them to Logan’s apartment, Logan following behind in his Jeep that he’d taken earlier to the arena. Finn played with Leo’s fingers, which were resting on his thigh and rubbing softly. He looked over to Leo’s side profile: his cut jaw, his curls, his careful eyes watching the road. Finn took a deep breath. When his voice came out, it was soft. “Do you think he’ll get mad at me?”

Leo looked at him briefly from the road. “No, sweetheart. No, I don’t think he will get mad.” He brought Finn’s hand to his mouth and kissed over his wedding band and his engagement ring. He had Logan’s on his hand, today, Leo’s around his neck on a chain. “He isn’t going anywhere, Finn. He loves you too much.”

Finn squeezed his hand. “He loves you, too, Le, baby.” He kissed Leo’s knuckles in return. “I love you.”

Leo just smiled. “Love you.”

They pulled up at the same time as Logan, Leo once again grabbing Logan’s bags from the car. Logan grabbed for Finn’s hand, but Finn just wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist and kissed him hard. He smiled, and felt Logan smile back. “Love you, Tremblay.”

Logan giggled in the way he only did for the two of them. “Je t’aime, rouge.”

Finn turned around, then bent down. He looked over his shoulder. “Jump.”

“Quoi?” Logan’s brow was furrowed. 

“Jump,” Finn said again. “I’m being a nice husband. You just played an NHL playoff game. It’s prince-treatment tonight.”

Leo laughed. “Oh, God, that’s going to go to his head now.”

Logan just smiled, all teeth. “Oh man”, he said, mocking Finn’s accent. Finn just stuck his tongue out as Logan jumped onto his back, arms around his neck. “I’m a lucky prince.” He pointed ahead of them. “Onward, mon rouge.”

Finn just fake dropped him, catching him under his thighs as Logan made an ah! sound. Finn blindly smacked at his legs. “I’m not a horse, ten.”

Leo rolled his eyes with a grin. “Let’s go, His Royal Highness and his trusty steed.”

Logan was warm along Finn’s back all the way up to the apartment, pressing kisses along the base of his neck. Leo opened the door for them and patted Logan’s butt as they walked through, earning himself a cheeky grin. Logan wiggled to get down, but Finn gripped his thighs harder, carrying him over to the couch. Realizing what was going to happen, Logan tried again. “Rouge-”

But Finn ignored him, sitting down backwards on the couch, squashing Logan a bit underneath him with a satisfied sigh. “Ah,” he said. “My favorite couch cushion.”

Logan just pinched his side and bit his neck. “Rouge.”

“Ow,” Finn said. “Didn’t know couch cushions bite.”

“Ouais, this one does.” 

Finn let Logan have a little room to scoot upwards and fully sit, then flopped down, his back to Logan’s chest. He laced their hands on his stomach, slumped down a little to accommodate for the height difference. Leo settled down alongside them. 

“Wow,” he said, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Look at you, Tremblay. Finally of service, and not being serviced.”  

Logan rolled his eyes, but reach his hand out. “Ici, soleil.”

Leo complied, snuggling up along their sides, one arm along the back of the couch and the other on Finn’s side. He threw his left leg over Finn’s, settling down. “I take back what I just said.”

Logan just smiled and kissed him contentedly. Finn settled his head back on Logan’s left shoulder and slouched down further so he could lean and watch the both of them. Gorgeous. Both of them were so gorgeous.

Leo pulled away first, giving Logan one last peck before turning his eyes to Finn’s. He somehow always knew what they were thinking, everything on their faces written out plainly for him. Logan, upon seeing Leo’s gaze, turned to look down, too. He furrowed his brow. “Rouge?” He lifted Finn more firmly to his chest. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Finn could feel himself panicking a little, breathing heavy. Leo just squeezed his thigh, nudging his chin in a go on gesture. Finn took a deep breath, looking down at his and Logan’s hands laced across his stomach. He played with Logan’s rings briefly, collecting his thoughts.

“When you were warming up,” he started. “I saw- there was this guy. With his friends, and they had signs. And you went to talk to him, and the guy…” He took a shaky breath in, pressing harder back into Logan’s solid chest. Logan held him tighter. “His sign said something about- Harvard? And sex? Or- insinuating sex… with you.” He could feel Logan’s sudden intake of breath and turned his head to look into his eyes. “Not that that’s bad. God, Lo, I’m not gonna judge you for that. I know we-” His eyes were wettening. “We both had… other people when we weren’t at Harvard together. Hell, even when we were. I just-” He stopped, a heavy weight settling in his chest.

“Rouge,” Logan whispered, nudging his cheek with his nose. “Dites-moi. Tell me.”

Finn whimpered slightly, feeling Leo’s hand come up to stroke his neck. He was so grateful for their touch, for their strength, in moments like this. “I didn’t know you had slept with another man,” he said. “And I… oh God, this is awful.”

He had really started crying then, and Logan made a panicked sound. He started grabbing for Finn to turn him around, but Finn was so stiff that Leo had to stand up and help him. Together, they moved Finn so he was straddling Logan’s lap, facing his husbands, Logan and Leo’s hands on his hips, steadying him. Logan leaned up to kiss his cheeks wet cheeks.

“Rouge,” Logan whispered, a little frantically. “Rouge, what’s wrong? Mon coeur, mon coeur…”

“Sorry,” Finn got out. Leo shushed him, hand going to the back of his neck and squeezing. “Sorry, sorry, it’s not you. It’s just, what I’m about to say makes me feel really guilty, I’m sorry-”

“Rouge,” Logan said again, nose against Finn’s jaw. “Donne le moi. It’s okay. Give it to me.” 

“Okay, okay,” Finn started, sitting up and away. He wiped his cheeks and looked at his husbands, their eyes patient if not a bit concerned. “What I was going to say is-” He cleared is through. “Is that I- it surprised me to see that, to see the man with the sign because…” Finn took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Because you broke down your walls to have sex with him, and not for me.”

Logan made a noise low in his throat, and looked to Leo. “Quoi?”

Leo brushed Finn’s hair back from his forehead like he sometimes did. “Finn, honey, it’s okay.” He turned to Logan. “It’s okay, it makes sense.” Back to Finn. “Go on, sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” Finn said, swallowing. “Yeah, okay. Lo,” he said, looking into Logan’s eyes. “I was surprised because… because, back then, you were so afraid of being not straight…” He had expected Logan to wince, or look away, but he just nodded, stroking a finger down Finn’s cheek. Finn, boldened, continued on. “And I thought that, if you couldn’t let your walls down to have me, who you… who you loved- how could you let your walls down for him? And it’s not-” He closed his eyes again, guilt creeping in. “It’s not that I’m trying to make it about me in that sense, it’s your body- I just don’t understand I guess. Leo said-” He stopped again, gripping at the hand that Leo offered him. “Leo said that it might’ve been different, because what we had- what we have- that goes beyond sex. It goes beyond everything.” He looked at Logan. “You’re everything.” Looked at Leo. “You’re both everything.” Back to Logan. “I- I’m obviously okay with it, I’m not here to judge. But I just- I think I’m hurt. Not by what you did, but just- a surprised hurt. A reliving-my-sad-days hurt.” He laughed a little self-deprecatingly. “You did a number on me Tremblay.”

Logan whined. “Finn-”

“No, no, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” Finn said. “It’s not important- we figured that out years ago.” He grabbed Leo’s hand, the one with his rings, and held it up alongside his own, flashing his own rings. “Now I’m yours forever, huh? And you get two, Tremblay. You lucky duck.”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh, a little tearily, staring at their hands then Finn’s face. “Ouais. The luckiest.” His smile faded a little. “But, Finn- I know I wasn’t okay back then.”

Finn shook his head. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

Logan gripped his hip harder with one hand, then reached for Leo and Finn’s hands with the other. “Non, non, that’s not what I was going to say.” He played with their rings. “Mais, ouais, not exactly what I was going to say.”

Finn and Leo straightened up, Leo leaning over to kiss the side of Logan’s head. Logan looked to him, and smiled. “Mon soleil.”

“Toujours.”

Logan smiled wider, then looked at Finn. “I never slept with any men. That I knew of.”

Finn jerked back a bit, confused. “What? But the guy-”

Logan shook his head. “Merde, that came out wrong.” He laughed a little. “That was Sam. He was a freshman when I was a senior, played on the women’s rugby team. He still went by Sam back then, so it clicked when he reintroduced himself today, but- he hadn’t come out yet.”

Leo’s eyes widened, then he grinned broadly. “Oh. Oh. Oh, that’s so sweet.”

Finn was still confused. “What? I’m still confused.”

Logan laughed. “He’s trans, Fish.”

Finn’s mouth opened, then he choked out a laugh. “Oh. Oh my God, that makes so much sense.” He pushed his hips down into Logan. “You slept with him- before he came out as a man. So he didn’t- he didn’t know he was a man, then?”

Logan shrugged. “Might’ve known, I’m not sure. It was one time.” His smiled softened. “His partner plays hockey. They were there, too. Had the sign about my hair.” That made Leo laugh, his nose scrunching, and Logan reached his hand out to pinch it lightly. “Tres mignon, mon soleil.” He brought his hand down. “He just wanted to say thanks, I guess. Said it meant a lot to see other… ‘not straight’ players out there.” Logan grinned slyly as he finished his sentence. 

Finn just smiled. “Hey, you said it.”

Logan just kissed him. “I’m not with you because you’re a man, mon rouge,” he said. His eyes had turned soft, firm, and a little desperate. “I’m with you because you’re Finn, because…” His breath hitched, and he brought his temple to rest against Finn’s. “Because you’re mine. Because we are supposed to be together.” He leaned back to look at Leo, brushing a hand to his cheek. “All of us. You’re both mine.” He huffed a breath. “I don’t- I don’t know if I would have knowingly been with another man besides you, mon rouge, but… but I don’t think that’s what matters.” He took both of their hands with their wedding rings and pressed his mouth to them. His breath warmed the metal, and Finn felt like he was going to burst from the love floating around the room. “What matters is that I love you. Vous êtes tous ma vie, mes amours. Vous êtes tous tout.” He looked at each of them in turn, kissed them both lightly. “My life. My everything. And sex with you both, it’s…” He grinned a little sheepishly, his cheeks reddening. “C'est tellement bon. The best. The best because you’re my everything.” 

Leo was a bit teary as he pulled Logan in to kiss him again, then Finn. His lips were soft against Finn’s own, all warmth and sunshine just like the rest of him. “Oh, sweethearts, you are everything.” He sniffled, then grinned a little mischievously. “You know, when I first told my mom we were dating, when I told her it was gonna be a lot- she said that I could’ve said that I was going to marry a sea turtle and she would’ve thrown us a party.” 

That got them all to laugh, Logan’s chest shaking under where Finn’s hands were resting on his pecs. 

“Non, soleil,” Logan said, smile so wide his eyes scrunched. “No sea turtles.” He looked at Finn. “But not bad, eh?”

“I don’t know,” Leo said. “Sometimes you both are more trouble than you’re worth, I think.”

Finn scoffed, reaching his arms out to shove him lightly. “Yeah, right.” He stuck his nose up, crossing his arms. “No more foot rubs for you then, peanut.”

Logan pinched his side, and Leo leaned forward to kiss at his neck. “Alright, baby,” Leo said, exasperated. “You know I love you and all your trouble.”

Finn turned his head, squinting his eyes for a moment before conceding and kissing him. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought.”

“Oh, rouge,” Logan sighed. “You’re just the most trouble.”

Leo snorted. “You’re one to talk, His Royal Highness Prince Tremblay.”

“Non,” Logan retorted, leaning in to kiss Leo deeply, a bit heatedly, if Finn had to say. “Being trouble and demanding are two different things.”

Leo laughed, the sound reverberating across the living room. He settled back into the couch, leaning heavily against their sides. Finn slumped forward and dropped his head into the crook of Logan’s neck. “I’m sorry I freaked you out, Lo, baby,” he said softly.

Logan scratched his back. “Non, it’s okay. It’s good.” He kissed Finn’s head. “Feels good we make a difference, non?”

Finn sat up slightly, turning to look at his two boys. Maybe Logan was right- it didn’t matter that they were all boys. Not in the context of their relationship just existing between them. Finn would love them any way he could have them, he was sure of it. But to the world, to others like them, it did matter. It mattered enough that someone was brave enough to talk to Logan at the game, that kids showed up to the LGBTQ+ hockey camps Leo ran in the summer. It mattered to Finn’s students, when they walked into his classroom and saw a Pride flag, when they saw the wedding pictures on his desk of three men, committed to each other for life because they were in love. So deeply, deeply in love. 

That’s all that mattered, Finn thought. The devotion was important. The commitment, too. But more than anything, the thing that made the difference was the love. All of the beautiful, fulfilling love.“Ouais,” he said in an attempt to mimic Logan’s accent. His husbands smiled down at him, all gorgeous and lovely and his. “Feels good to be in love."

One of my favorite little moments from vaincre is when Leo got visibly flustered at the fact that Finn could pick him up during the scene where they were all hanging out at the pool. Just the fact that he probably thinks he’s too tall or heavy to be picked up and him getting so flustered when Finn did it omg

This is ALSO one of my favorite moments. Great minds, I guess.

As a short human, I identify with Logan in the sense that I love to be picked up. I also identify with Finn in the sense that I also like to pick other people up. Tall people deserve to be carried around, too!

Enjoy our sunshine being carried around a bunch!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“You picked me up,” Leo said as the door shut behind them. 

“Hm?” Finn asked. He was drying off his hair with a towel. “What’d you say, sunshine?”

“At the pool,” Leo continued. He stripped himself of his swimsuit and pulled on a pair of boxers from his suitcase. “You just- you put me over your shoulder and picked me up.”

Finn finished pulling up his own shorts and grinned at him. “Oh? Did you like that?”

“Well, I’ve never-” Leo started, but was interrupting by a buzzing sound coming from the nightstand. He looked over at where their iPad screen was lit up. “It’s Lo.”

Finn walked over and picked up the tablet, pressing the green button. Logan’s face lit up the screen and Finn smiled. “Hey, gorgeous. How are you?”

“Bien,” Logan replied. “Congrats on the win.”

“Thanks, baby,” Finn said. He sat criss-cross on top of the hotel bed covers. “Did you eat?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais, at Luke’s. We had burgers.” He paused. “Where’s Le?”

Finn gestured with his hand. “Right over here, baby, he’s-” He paused and broke out into a sharp grin. “Are you still thinking about that?”

Leo hadn’t moved since Finn had picked up the phone. His brow was furrowed and his mouth parted in thought as he listened to his boys talk. Logan made a questioning noise through the screen. “Quoi? What’s happening?”

Finn turned to face Logan again, still grinning. “Leo’s all flustered that I picked him up.”

Logan laughed. “Quoi? Soleil?”

Leo shook himself out of his trance and went to sit by Finn. Logan’s face was amused when Leo looked at him. “Sorry, sorry. We just- we went swimming in the hotel pool, and- Sirius and Remus were there.” He jerked his head to Finn. “And then Finn just- he just picked me up and ran and jumped in the pool.”

Logan burst out laughing. “Ouais, that sounds like him. But he picks me up all the time.”

Leo rolled his eyes and could feel his face flushing. “Yeah, but you’re not six-foot-three and two hundred pounds.”

Finn made a noise in the back of his throat. He got on his knees and put his hands on Leo’s thighs to rub gently. His eyes were warm and questioning. “Is that what you’re worried about? Because I can assure you, Logan and I can definitely bench you, sunshine. Throwing you over my shoulder is nothing.”

Logan nodded in agreement. “Ouais, soleil. Next time I see you, I’ll pick you up, too.”

Leo ducked his face shyly. “Well- okay, then.”

“Look at you, all blushing,” Finn cooed. He pressed a burst of kisses to Leo’s cheek. “This is really doing it for you, huh?”

Leo bit his lip around a smile. “Well, I just never thought I’d be with someone who could do that. There aren’t many people who are strong enough to lift someone as big as me.”

“Well, not if they aren’t trying, baby,” Finn said. He knelt his way off the bed and set the iPad further down the bed so Logan could have a wider view. Then, he looked up and beckoned Leo with a hand. “C’mere.”

“What?” Leo asked around a laugh. 

“Just come here.”

Leo stood up and walked over to him. Finn wrapped his arms loosely around Leo’s waist and kissed him softly. When they pulled back from one another, his brown eyes were serious. “I don’t care what anyone else has said to you, or what you thought they would say. You’re body is absolutely gorgeous, and we love it very much.”

“Ouais,” came Logan’s voice. Leo looked behind himself to see his eyes were twinkling and they smiled at one another. “The most gorgeous.”

Finn pressed his mouth to Leo’s ear and spoke quickly. “Plus, the perk of dating two athletes is that we can do this.”

Leo yelped slightly as the arms around his waist tightened again and Finn bent down slightly to throw him over his shoulder. Finn’s arms went around his thighs, one hand coming up to pat his butt lovingly. Leo twisted his head up, his neck straining slightly to see Logan laughing through the iPad. “Fish,” he gasped delightedly.

“Gotcha, butter,” Finn said. His voice was light and happy. He was laughing, too. “Gonna carry you like this through the streets of Gryff.”

“No,” Leo protested, but it wasn’t all that convincing.

“Yon,” Finn retorted. Then Leo’s world spun as Finn turned them around. “How’s he look, Tremblay?”

“Gorgeous,” Logan replied. “Viens ici.”

Finn took a step closer towards the bed. Leo gasped as he was flung down off of his shoulder, falling against the springy mattress. Finn straddled him and planted his hands on either side of Leo’s head. His hair flopped down over his face and his teeth were a bright white against his freckled skin. “Gorgeous, gorgeous, baby. I like tossing you around.”

Leo’s smile and giggles scrunched his face as Finn made a big show of kissing his neck sloppily. He turned his head to look at Logan, who was smiling back. Joy bubbled up through his belly and made him lightheaded as he cupped the back of Finn’s head against him.

“I love you,” he laughed. “I love you so much.”

Both of their answering smiles were blinding. 

***

“Thank you for surprising me,” Logan said. He had come up to put his hands on Leo’s hips as he wiped the counters. They had just finished the breakfast Finn had brought them. “I like waking up with you in my bed.”

“Us too, sweetheart,” Leo said. He turned to rest his arms over Logan’s shoulders. “You feeling ready for the B’s?”

“Mmhm,” Logan nodded. He pressed closer and rested his chin on Leo’s collarbone, a smile making its way across his face. “I have a surprise for you.”

Leo looked at him, confused. “What? But, you didn’t know we were coming how could you-” He gasped suddenly as Logan gripped him under his thighs and in one smooth motion boosted him up to sit on the counter. He let out a breathless laugh. “Lo…”

“I told you,” Logan said through a mischievous grin. “I told you that the next time I saw you I would pick you up.”

Leo wrapped his legs around Logan’s torso. It felt good to do that, to not be the one who did the lifting, to be the one that got to wrap his limbs around someone else instead of the other way around. “Oh yeah?”

Logan leaned up to kiss him. “Ouais.” He smoothed his hands up and down Leo’s legs. “Hold on.”

“What are you- oh my God.”

Logan had, once again in one movement, grabbed Leo’s thighs and pulled him forward until he was off of the counter, hanging on tightly to Logan. It was a bit awkward, and Leo felt his height acutely, but Logan didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he didn’t even look like he was struggling at all.

“Careful, sweetheart, I don’t wanna hurt-”

Logan scoffed. “You’re not hurting me.” He leaned up to bring their faces closer together. “I bench more than you weigh, remember?”

Leo smiled, smitten. “I remember.”

“Good,” Logan said, satisfied. “Now, to the couch.”

Leo laughed as Logan carried him around the counter and to the living room. Finn chose that moment to come out of the bathroom, amused smile plastered on his face. “What have we here?”

“Leo appreciation,” Logan answered. He squeezed Leo around his thighs and plopped him on the couch, immediately straddling his waist. “We aren’t letting his feet touch the ground all day.”

Finn came to kneel on the ground just to the side of them and looked up. “I can get behind that.” He ran his hands up and down Leo’s thighs and pressed kisses just above his knee. Leo felt warm all over. “These beautiful legs aren’t going to have to work a single second.”

Logan pressed his lips to Leo’s jaw and Leo made a happy sound. Logan grinned against his skin, and Leo was so, so in love with the both of them. “Non. Not a single second."

Concussion Finn makes me 😭 would love to read some Harvard era concussion angst if you feel so inclined, love your writing!

As someone who has had multiple concussions, I really do feel for Finn. Poor baby Bambi!

I don't think I have it in me to write pure angst. HOWEVER, I made a compromise. Have some Harvard-era concussion angst with a healthy helping of LeLo softness and Finn being a silly, sleep-talking concussed goose.

All credits to @lumosinlove

“Ayo, Tremz! Why don’t you bring some of this up to Bambi? He’s probably hungry, and he hasn’t been downstairs all day.”

Logan looked up from his own taco to see Percy holding up a plate with three of them on it, laden with pico and guacamole and cheese, just the way Finn liked it. He was holding it out expectantly, and Logan furrowed his eyebrows. “Quoi? Why me?”

Percy rolled his eyes. “Because you’re the only one who actually gets any information out of him or anything. He’s been faking it or something for the rest of us, I don’t know.” His eyes glanced to Will, who was hovering nearby with a plate of his own. “Would you- would you mind just checking on him?”

Logan nodded and finished off his last taco with a large bite. “Ouais,” he said. He took the plate from Percy. “Merci, Perce.”

Percy nodded. Will’s eyes looked between them in that gentle, careful way that they did. He and Percy shared a look before Will took a deep breath and turned to Logan. “Tell him we said hi, okay? We’re a little worried.”

Logan sighed. “Ouais, me too.” He turned towards the stairs. “I’ll be right back.”

He tried to control his breathing as he ascended, the plate shaking slightly in his hands. It wasn’t good, he thought, that every time he entered their room it felt like he would crawl out of his skin. It hurt looking across at Finn’s back in the dim light, all hunched in on himself. In the months he’d known him, Finn was never quiet. He was loud and bubbly, friendly to a fault, and now… now he looked defeated, Logan thought. And even worse, in the midst of the overwhelming emotions surfacing, Logan hadn’t been able to resist him. He’d spent too much time in Finn’s bed, holding him, reassuring him- too much time, even for best friends. And Finn was his best friend, but he was also- everything. Finn was everything, and Logan didn’t know what to do about that.

He knocked quietly on their bedroom door on the second landing, and upon not hearing an answer, gently opened it. The blackout curtains were drawn, and Finn was in his bed, eyes closed, and earplugs in his ears. Logan had seen teammates with concussions, had been there when his older sister, Sydney, had gotten one when she was in high school, but this- this was bad. It had only been a few days since their game against Yale, but it was really, really bad. Finn slept most of the time and any little light or noise drained him. Logan could see that, even in the peacefulness of their bedroom, the tendons in his neck were straining. There was still a rumbling sound of the music coming from their team dinner downstairs, and Logan hoped that Finn couldn’t hear it.

Logan took a deep breath, and crossed the room. He set the plate down on the table beside Finn’s bed and placed a hand gently on his back. “Harzy,” he whispered. “Harzy, wake up. Percy made you food.” Finn shifted, but he didn’t wake up. Logan tried again. “Harz. Fish, Finn.” His voice was a little bit firmer, a little bit more desperate. “I’ve brought you dinner.”

Finn rolled slightly and his eyes, warm brown and tired, opened slowly. “Lo.”

Logan smiled. “How are you? I have tacos.” Finn just made a grunting noise and closed his eyes once again. Logan knelt down and pushed his hair back from his forehead. He was warm. “Shit, Fish. What’s wrong?”

“Lo,” Finn whispered. It was high pitched and sad, and he looked like he was going to cry. “Lo, it hurts.”

“What hurts?” Logan asked hurriedly. “Finn, what hurts?”

“My head,” Finn replied. He was breathing a little sharply and in tearful huffs. “Logan, the bass, it really hurts, and I miss everyone, and-”

“Sh, sh, it’s okay,” Logan hushed. He stood up. “I’ll go tell them to turn it down, it’s okay-”

“No,” Finn protested. He reached out his hand to grab at Logan’s wrist. “No, stay.”

“Finn, you’re hurting, it’s gonna-”

“Please.” Finn’s voice was going to break Logan, and he couldn’t look away. “Stay, please you-” His eyelids fluttered and he squeezed Logan’s wrist. “You make it better.”

Logan felt all his resolve fade out. “Okay. Okay, but you have to put on my noise cancelling headphones over your earplugs, oui?”

Finn nodded. “Okay.”

Logan reached for them where they were lying on his bed and helped adjust the pillows so Finn could sit up. He bent down to put them on Finn’s head, and let himself run a hand down the back of Finn’s hair as he pulled away. “C’est bien?” he asked, looking at Finn’s face so he could read his lips.

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, stay.”

“Finn, I really don’t-”

But Finn didn’t hear, or wasn’t listening, or both. He moved over in his bed and patted beside him. Logan sighed and climbed in, pulling the covers over both of their bodies. He adjusted himself so Finn could lean back against his chest. Finn settled against him and Logan ducked to press his nose gently into his hair. He wondered if Finn could feel how hard his heart was beating in his chest. Logan could only hope that none of the boys would knock on the door- he hardly knew what to do with himself, let alone what to tell them.

Logan lifted one of the headphones off and away from Finn’s ear. “Fish?”

“Mm.”

“Ten minutes, then you need to eat, d’accord? And I’ll ask them to turn off the music.”

“Twenty.”

“Non, Harz, you’ll feel even-”

“Fifteen.” Finn let out a deep breath. “Just- just stay, for fifteen minutes. Please?”

Logan sighed. He leaned his head back against the wall in defeat. “Ouais,” he whispered. “Ouais.”

Fifteen minutes later, as Logan scooted out from behind Finn and handed him his plate of tacos, he didn’t have the heart to look back and see Finn’s eyes watching him. He opened the door once again, and went down to ask Percy to turn down the music

***

Logan woke up in the early morning light with a view of Finn’s face across from his. He was sleeping peacefully, turned into Leo’s right side, with his sling holding his arm protectively. Above him, Leo was slightly propped up against the pillows, his perfect cupid’s bow lips parted slightly with his breathing. He had one arm gently around Finn’s waist and the other around Logan’s shoulders, pulling them close to him. Logan was surprised that none of them had moved during sleep.

It was strange, not waking up in the middle. Normally, Logan preferred to wake up surrounded: Leo all along his back with his arms tightly around his waist, Finn tucking him under his chin. But he also really did like to wake up and look at both of his boys at the same time, all peaceful and soft, unsuspecting of his loving gaze. He glanced up at Leo; their talk the night before had resolved their issues and eased Logan’s anxiety, but he still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. His and Finn’s conversation from the previous afternoon ran through his mind.

I maybe got a little protective… that first night.

From Leo?

Logan took a shaky breath and turned his nose into Leo’s chest. As if sensing he was awake, Leo stirred slightly. His eyes, when they opened, were a gorgeous, bright blue. They’d always been striking to Logan, from the day they’d met all those months ago. Even now they still managed to take Logan’s breath away in a second, and he’d do anything to keep Leo looking at him in that gentle, careful way he did. They saw right through him, every thought on his face on intimate display. He almost couldn’t bear it, and propped himself up on an elbow to lean over and kiss Leo carefully. When they pulled away, Logan touched their heads together softly. “Je t’aime. Je t’aime, I love you more than anything.”

Leo smiled against his mouth. “I love you. Hi.”

“Salut,” Logan whispered, then kissed him again. He settled his face into Leo’s neck. “Missed you.”

“I miss you always, sweetheart,” Leo replied. The words made Logan’s heart tug gently. Leo pressed a kiss to his hair and rested his head on top of Logan’s. “How’s our boy?”

Logan turned his head to lay against Leo’s shoulder so he could look down at Finn, who was still sleeping against Leo’s chest. “C’est bien. I think. Didn’t hear him talking any more.”

That made Leo laugh softly. “No, neither did I. That was really funny, though.”

Leo sounded so happy and content and looked so beautiful that Logan had to turn and kiss him some more. They stayed like that for a while, Leo holding him tightly around his shoulders, their mouths pressing together softly, until a small gasp made Logan look down.

“Whoa,” Finn said. His voice was groggy with sleep, but his eyes were bright as he watched them. He smiled. “Nice.”

Leo’s nose scrunched around his grin. “How are the boats, honey? Did you make it before they left the harbor?”

Logan laughed at Finn’s confused look. “Huh?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He scooted down to lay his head beside Finn’s and kiss his cheek. “Did they take your money?”

“Uh,” Finn started. “I- I don’t know? What are you talking about?”

Leo ran a palm up and down Logan’s side. “You don’t even stop talking when your sleepy and concussed. That has to be a super power.”

Finn blinked hard. “Did I talk in my sleep?”

“Uh huh,” Leo answered. “Something about boats and money.”

“I- I don’t even know what to say about that,” Finn said. He shifted closer to Logan. “I’m just happy both of my boys are back with me.”

Logan reached over to brush his hair off of his forehead. “Ouais. Ouais, me, too.”

Finn looked at him carefully with his tired eyes. “Did you talk?”

Logan nodded. He pushed his face further into Leo’s chest and felt Leo drop a kiss onto his forehead. “Ouais. We did.” He pressed his mouth against Leo’s ribs through his shirt. “C’est bien.”

“Good,” Finn whispered. “That’s good.” His eyes were droopy, and he yawned. “Stay. Stay for fifteen minutes.”

“Twenty.”

Logan and Finn both turned their heads to look up at the sound of Leo’s voice. Logan felt his mouth part into a smile, and saw Finn’s do the same. He remembered, then.

Leo for his part, looked confused. “What?”

“Nothing,” Logan said. He tilted his head up for a kiss and snuggled back down next to Finn, their heads sharing Leo's chest as a pillow. He tangled his legs with Leo’s and let out a long sigh. “Twenty minutes sounds perfect."

As someone from the south my southern accent comes out STRONGLY when I’m tired so I can just imagine leo talking with a deep drawl after a game or on the bus ride home LOL! You’re so amazing and I love ur work so much pls never stop

This was actually a really cool prompt, because I got to do some research on NOLA accents! They're kind of similar to NYC ones in many ways, and distinct from the stereotypical Southern US ones. I noticed, particularly, that the way that lots of people pronounce '-ing' is not necessarily with a hard 'n' sound like '-in', nor a hard 'ng' sound. It's kind of like in the Northeast, where we don't really touch our tongues to the roof of our mouths right behind our teeth, but don't touch the back of our tongues to the back of our throat- it's a mix between the two. It's like a soft '-ing' sound with the same casual feeling of '-in', if that makes sense? It also depends on the starting sound of the word following the word ending in '-ing', so I also tried to represent that when I as writing. There was a lot of talking to myself, haha!

There's also obviously a bunch of different NOLA accents, depending on the area of the city you live in, your economic class, and your race, so I tried to emulate Leo's based on what we know about him and the characterization of him and his family in the SW universe. I hope I did it justice, and if I didn't, please let me know so I can learn more!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo turned up towards to the Louisiana sun and took a deep breath. It was warm on his face and neck, and the air smelled like home: slightly salty, heavy, and a little humid in the midday heat. He smiled and looked out over the front of the boat. His cove was up ahead, all secluded and shadowed, as if waiting for him and his boys. He realized they weren’t beside him, and turned around to look at the seats. They liked to sit there and watch him, they said, Finn usually with Logan in his lap or an arm around his shoulders. After a few minutes, Logan would inevitably come up to stand beside Leo and kiss his shoulder, just like he had the first time they’d gone out there. Finn took a photo every time, without fail. He had a special album on his phone, Leo knew, and the most recent one was his screen saver. 

But when Leo turned around fully, they weren’t there. He jerked his head around. They weren’t anywhere. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused- he’d definitely undone the ropes with Logan, he was sure of it. And Finn had definitely squeezed his hips and pressed a kiss to his cheek in thanks after Leo helped him on the boat. All of their lifejackets were still there, too, nestled up right where they normally sat, in case of an emergency. Panic rose in Leo’s throat, and his breathing started to quicken. Where were they? They couldn’t have gone overboard, Leo would never forgive himself if-

Soleil.

Leo jerked his head up. Logan’s voice, like a whisper on the wind. 

Soleil, réveille-toi, mon amour.

“Logan?” Leo asked. He tilted his head up to the sky. “Lo. Logan, where-”

Sh, sh, it’s alright. Open your eyes for me, mon coeur.

With a start, Leo jerked awake. His face was squished in the pillow, his hipbones pressing into something soft underneath him. “What-”

“Bon matin, Le.”

Leo squinted, and then a face came into view. Green. Green eyes. Leo gasped. “Lo.”

Logan was laughing softly. “Salut, mon coeur.” He was stretched out beside Leo on their bed, athletic and strong body all on display for Leo to gaze at. “You were talking in your sleep.”

“I- what-” Leo stammered. He shifted his body, feeling the mattress underneath his hips. “I been- been lookin’ for you for ages.”

Logan shuffled in closer and put a hand on Leo’s back. “Quoi? Why were you looking for us?”

Leo made a distressed sound low in his throat. “You left the boat.”

Logan’s brow furrowed. “Quoi?”

“You left the boat,” Leo continued. “We were gonna pass by my cove, ya know? Was thinking ‘bout-” He interrupted himself with a yawn. “Was thinking ‘bout kissing you- give you a passion mark.”

“A what?”

“A passion mark.”

“Soleil, I have no idea what that is.”

Leo huffed. “Ici,” he said, tugging at Logan’s arm. Logan shifted even closer and hissed in surprise when Leo leaned in and began sucking on his neck. He was propped on his elbow, hovering over with Logan’s head underneath him on the pillows. Logan reached up with his outside hand to scratch at Leo’s curls and hummed into the sheets. Leo in turn made a noise against his skin, hand running down Logan’s soft torso. He pulled off gently and surveyed his work. “Bon.”

“Soleil,” Logan said, face smushed a little. He was laughing. “Soleil, I’m stuck.”

“Hm,” Leo replied. “Can do somethin’ ‘bout it, honey.” 

Logan laughed even harder as Leo straighted their twisted bodies by rolling over completely and flopping on Logan’s chest. Logan scratched his nails gently up and down Leo’s back. “Your accent always sounds so much stronger in the morning, mon coeur.”

“So does yours,” Leo retorted from his place against Logan’s neck. He placed his mouth back against the skin and sucked gently. Logan’s chest rose and fell with a content sigh, his hands still working their way up Leo’s shoulders.

Suddenly, the door to their bedroom opened. Leo didn’t remove himself from where he was, but he could hear Finn’s breath hitch when he saw them.

“Yeah, mom,” Finn said. He must have been on his weekly phone call with his parents. “Yes, I’ll tell them you said that.” A pause and a scoff. “Nuh-uh, we feed him, too.” Finn let out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, mom, okay. Okay, yeah, send it to me. I can work a stove you know.” Leo peeked his eye out to look at him. There was more chatter on the other end of the line, and then Finn laughed. “Yes, I know. Okay. Okay, I love you. Tell dad I say hi. Love you, ‘kay, bye.” Finn hung up and then let out a big sigh. His gaze on them was tired, but he was smiling. “Oh man, I need to lie down.”

Logan laughed. “You’ve barely gotten up.”

“No,” Finn said. The bed shifted as he crawled under the covers. “I’ve been up since the early morning, but some people have been being sleepy-heads.”

Logan shoved him slightly. “I was up with Leo.”

Finn turned his adoring eyes on Leo and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I know, I’m sorry baby. Trouble sleeping?”

“Mm-hm,” Leo said. He settled down with his cheek against Logan’s shoulder, closing his eyes and moving into the feeling of Finn’s hand stroking his hair back. “Kept havin’ weird dreams. Lost y’all when we were passin’ by my cove.”

“When we were what?” Finn asked. His voice sounded confused.

Leo huffed slightly. “When we were passin’ by my cove. On the boat.” He opened his eyes again. “How’s your mama’n’em?”

Finn smiled. “Oh, I see. You’re that tired, hm? Last night's game wear you out?” Leo just blinked slowly. Finn kissed his forehead again. “Oh, you’re really exhausted, sweetheart. Why don’t you go back to sleep, huh? We got a day off.”

“Non,” Leo said defiantly. It was a little like what Logan would say, lovingly grumpy. “Non, I wanna stay here and talk.” He yawned. “Don’t wanna lose you on the boat again.”

Logan grinned into the top of his head. “Non, soleil. You’re not losing us on a boat.”

Leo kissed his chest, then looked at Finn again. “So, how’s your mama’n’em?”

“Well,” Finn started. “No ‘n’em’ today, just mom.” He settled himself firmly against them with a leg thrown over their bodes. He took one of Leo’s bouncy curls between his fingers. “She said she’d send me her bolognese recipe. Said it was ‘foolproof’, and that I should cook you dinner tonight because you feed me too much.” He scoffed. “I told her I know how to work a stove. And that I do feed you- sometimes.”

Leo smiled. “Ouais, you do. But I like cooking for ya.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “Mais, we can do it for you.” He nuzzled Leo’s head. “Let’s treat you today, hm? Go for a walk around the park that you like, outside the city. Go swimming in the swimming hole.” He paused and squeeze Leo tighter. “How does that sound, mon soleil?”

“Yeah,” Leo nodded. “Yeah, okay. 

“Sounds perfect, baby,” Finn said. He leaned in for a quick kiss from Logan. When he pulled back, his eyebrows furrowed, then a smile broke over his face. “Looks like somebody already got to you this morning, huh?” He leaned down to kiss over the mark that Leo had left.

Logan made a happy little sound. “Ouais. It’s a- what did you call it, soleil?”

“A passion mark,” Leo sighed. He snuggled further down into Logan. “‘Cause I love ya. Love ya both.”

“Je t’aime.” Logan settled back into the pillows. He sounded like he was half asleep again.

“Love you,” Finn whispered. He buried himself in next to them. “Love you, love you, love you. My sexy boys with sexy accents.”

Leo and Logan just laughed, shaking the bed beneath them. The day ahead felt a little less tiring now. 

I know I’m vaincre Finn and Logan seem to already know about Leo’s past with jack archer but I don’t remember him telling them so I MUST ask you, how do you think they found out ? How do you think that conversation went? I LOVE UR WORK THANK U FOR WRITING DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE THIS

I love when your asks give me writing prompts! I can't promise I will get to all of them right away, but keep them coming!

Enjoy Leo being the town-favorite NOLA sweetheart that he is, Logan falling in love with butterscotch cookies, Finn being, once again, obsessed with his boys, and Eloise Knut being Mom of the Year.

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo ushered Finn and Logan through the front door, all sweaty from their evening, post-dinner run. They were bickering over who won the sprint back to the house, a little out of breath, and Leo pinched each of their hips to remind them to take off their shoes before walking through towards the kitchen. A familiar, sweet smell hung in the air and he followed his nose to find his mother standing near the oven. 

“Hi boys,” Eloise said, smiling. “How was your run?”

“Good, mama,” Leo replied. He kissed her cheek. “You baking?”

But before she could reply, there was a thump and Logan stumbled in from taking his sneakers off, nose tilted up. “What smells so good?”

Finn snorted from behind him. “Nice manners, Tremblay.”

Logan rolled his eyes playfully. “Salut, Eloise. It smells good in here.” 

Eloise just waved him off with a laugh. “Thanks, Logan, honey. Just making some butterscotch cookies. Not an approved post-run meal, but you’re on vacation time, so I figured an exception could be made for one night.”

“Definitely,” Finn said. “Thanks for feeding Logan’s sweet tooth this week- those bulk sour strips are getting expensive.” 

Logan just shoved him gently. “Mais, non. Leo makes me sweet stuff now.” 

Leo would never get tired of the way they looked in his home’s kitchen, laughing and joking with his parents. Eloise eyes were bright as she turned to smile at Leo; she saw right through him always. “Well,” she said. “I taught him well then.” She went over to the fridge. “I must’ve done an exceptional job, too, because he’s not only got one but two lovely boyfriends.”

“Don’t pretend you weren’t already a fan, especially of Tremblay,” Wyatt said as he entered the kitchen and kissed her cheek. “He was always your favorite.”

“Ouch, Eloise,” Finn said, a hand over his heart in a wounded gesture.

“Oh, hush,” Eloise said. She wasn’t even embarrassed, just amused. “Leo, sweetheart, grab the pitcher from the fridge and some glasses? I made some decaf cold-brew. Wyatt, there’s milk in the fridge and I just restocked the sugar bowl.”

“We can help,” Logan said.

Eloise just shooed them away with her hands. “No, you boys go sit out back. Leo and Wyatt have got it.”

Leo and Wyatt both sent her an exasperated, but fond, look, and set about gathering the pitcher and glasses. Leo loved when his mother did this- she was a good hostess always, but he especially loved it in the summer when she would make homemade iced tea and coffee for the ever-rotating guests that would be over in their backyard. Leo and his father always set up and cleaned up so she could just enjoy the company of their friends, and had been for as long as Leo could remember. Sometimes, too, Wyatt would grill some sausages and they’d have late night sandwiches with their neighbours, or just the three of them. Leo didn’t realize how much he’d missed his hometown during his rookie year, especially after getting together with his boys. But this week had been spent going to all his old haunts after his Cup parade: his cove, his old gym, the nice sundae place he and his dad frequented, the market where the blues guitarist played. He had been bringing Mr. Jones baked goods at that market every week for as long as he could remember, and it had felt so good to do so again. Mr. Jones had seen him today, walking up with Finn and Logan and a container of zucchini bread, and had smiled so wide it had almost made Leo cry. 

“My boy,” he had said, hugging Leo briefly over his guitar. “What’ll it be today? Any requests?”

Finn had actually answered, with his signature grin. “Any B.B. King?”

Leo had almost melted right through the ground.

Later, they’d stopped by briefly to visit his old hockey coach, who ran youth summer camps at Leo’s old rink. Mrs. Auclair had let out a loud shout, and then a small gasp at Finn and Logan beside her. “My sweet boy,” she’d said in French. Leo had missed her Cajun accent. “You gotta warn me next time so I don’t get starstruck!”

To Leo’s surprise, Logan had laughed and made a comeback in French, much to her amusement. When she’d asked Finn something in French, he’d hesitated, which in turn made her laugh and switch to English. They’d immediately started a conversation, mindful of the little eyes on the ice that were skating around, and Leo had felt so happy in that moment that the bittersweet feeling of being back home had started to fade and transform into sunshiney, bone-deep warmth.  

Now, he and his dad brought out a plate of cookies and the iced coffee to their glass table outside. Logan and Finn were sitting close on two of the wooden chairs, old and well-loved, Finn running a hand through Logan’s sweaty hair. When they saw Leo, they both looked up and their smiles widened. Leo still didn’t really know what to do with that, only knew that it made him feel better than anything ever had. 

“Hi, nutter-butter,” Finn said as Leo bent and set the tray down. “Need any help?”

Leo shook his head and accepted Finn’s kiss on his forehead. “No, thanks. You want some iced coffee?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He shifted to sit up straighter. “Merci, mon coeur.”

Leo smiled and poured two glasses of the dark liquid, adding a dash of milk to Finn’s and lots of milk and sugar to Logan’s. He heard a whistle from behind him. “Damn,” Wyatt said. “Is there even any coffee in that?”

Logan flushed and Finn laughed. “I’ve been saying that for years. The sweet tooth is incurable.” Finn held his up. “Mine, however, is perfectly balanced. Not too strong, and not too weak, like Mr. Sugar Bomb’s over here.”

Logan grumbled under his breath and Wyatt winked at Leo with a smile. Leo blushed slightly, but poured some for himself and his parents and sat down as Wyatt placed the tray of cookies on the table. Eloise followed, her blonde curls bouncing on top of her head. “How are we, boys?”

“Good,” Finn said. “Thanks so much, Eloise. These look so good.”

She looked pleased. “Help yourselves, honeys.”

Logan immediately reached for a cookie and moaned when he took a bite. His eyes closed and he nodded repeatedly making Leo chuckle. “Ouais,” he said after swallowing. He looked at Eloise. “These are really good. Can we have the recipe?”

Leo snorted. “You mean can she give me the recipe? You can’t bake, sweetheart.”

Logan patted his thigh, already reaching for another cookie. “Ouais, that’s what I meant.”

Leo rolled his eyes but kissed the top of his head. “I’ll take a picture from mama’s recipe book.” He looked to Eloise. “If that’s okay?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” she said. She took a sip from her iced coffee. “You know, it’s been a while since I made these. I used to make them all the time for your team, remember, sweetheart? The iced coffee, too, and sweet tea. Lord, Wyatt and I used to bring those plastic baseball coolers, didn’t we? The ones with the spouts.”

“Iced tea? At a hockey game?” Finn asked, amused.

“Yeah,” Leo replied with a shrug. “People really loved it. Buses and stuff used to get hot.” He grimaced. “It was awful playing a full game of hockey and then stepping out into the humid air, too.”

“I’m just impressed you had that many kids wanting to play hockey here,” Finn said. He had an arm around Logan in between them and was stroking Leo’s shoulder with his hand. “It just doesn’t seem, like…”

“Like a hockey town?” Wyatt supplied. Finn nodded. “Not really, but in the city you can find everything.” He jerked his head to Leo. “We just got lucky Le had such a good coach and a talented group of kids the years he played.”

Logan turned to look at Leo, swallowing another bite of cookie. “Did any of your other teammates make it to the NHL, Le?”

Leo looked up abruptly from where he had been picking up a cookie. His mother’s eyes were already on him, careful and watching. She was frowning slightly, her lips pursed, but didn’t say anything. He flicked his eyes across to Finn, who had furrowed his brow, and finally landed his gaze on Logan, who looked like he was going to shy away a little. Leo put a hand on his thigh and squeezed before turning to pick up his coffee again. 

“Yeah,” he said. “A couple. But I don’t- we don’t really keep in touch anymore.” He took a bite of cookie and straightened with a small smile. “That’s okay though. I like the Lions better anyway.”

Finn squeezed his shoulder gently, but when Leo turned to look at him he was smiling. “Well, I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

That made them all laugh and Leo listed into Logan’s side a little, feeling the texture of his ribs through his shirt. He felt a little lighter, but when he looked across the table he could see his mother’s eyes still watching him and swallowed. 

***

Later, when he was finishing drying up the dishes, his mother walked in through the back door and gently closed it behind her. Wyatt and his boys were still outside and chatting, laughing. Leo had placed a kiss on Finn and Logan’s foreheads and had come inside to begin cleaning. He just needed a moment, and they seemed to recognize it, following him with their soft gazes as he’d carried the plates, cups, and pitcher inside. 

His mother came up beside him and took a plate from his hands to put in a cabinet. “You alright, sweetheart?” she whispered gently in French. He’d missed the way her voice curved around the vowels, so different from Logan’s and Pascal’s and Sirius’. 

“I’m okay,” he said, but his voice was soft.

She bit her lip. “Do they know about…?”

Leo shook his head. “No. No, I- I haven’t told them yet. Hasn’t come up.”

She grasped onto his biceps to turn him towards her. He was stronger than her, much taller, too, but she had always been good at making him feel held and surrounded. “I think you should, honey.”

Leo nodded and felt his eyes sting. “I know. I know, I should, mama, but- I don’t want to make them feel guilty-”

“Why would they feel guilty?” she asked, brows furrowed.

Leo breathed shakily. “Because… he wanted to hide, and I didn’t. And now, with them, we…”

“You feel like you’re hiding?” Eloise asked gently. When Leo nodded, she tisked her tongue and reached up to bring his down into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist. She was warm and strong, as always, and he hoped he always felt this safe in her arms. “Oh, honey.” She stroked his hair. “There is a difference between not coming out to the world because you’re not ready, and hiding from each other.” She pulled back to grab his face between her two palms. “You’re boys don’t hide from you, Leo. Not like him. They’re not like him. So don’t hide from them, honey. They love you so much.”

“Yeah,” Leo said. He was nervous, and a bit sad, but he still smiled when he thought of them. “Yeah, they do.”

“I love you, honey,” his mother said, pulling him into another hard hug. “I love you so much. All I want is for you to be happy, and they make you so happy. That’s all I could ask for my sweet boy. And I know I don’t know… everything about what happened, but they should.” She stroked a hand slowly through his hair and said her next words quietly. “They’ll listen, I know they will. They deserve you sweetheart.” She kissed his cheek. “And when you’re all ready, you can tell people. But it doesn’t mean that you’re hiding right now.”

As if on cue, the back door opened. Leo watched over his mother’s shoulder as Finn and Logan walked in, looking at him with careful eyes. With a last squeeze, his mother pulled away. “I’m going to go join Wyatt out back.” She smiled softly at Leo. “Good night, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you, mama,” Leo whispered and leaned down to kiss her cheek. 

She winked at him and turned around, placing a hand on each of his boys and giving their arms a squeeze. “Night, boys.”

“Bonne nuit, Eloise,” Logan said softly.

They both watched her as she closed the back door behind her, then turned to Leo. Finn walked up and took his hand. “Le?”

Leo just squeezed his hand, then reached his other one out for Logan’s. He smiled at them both. “Shower?”

Logan leaned up to kiss him softly. “Ouais.”

Leo tried not to be quiet in the shower, he really did. Finn and Logan didn’t ask any questions, just washed his hair and body gently. Logan tucked himself under Leo’s chin when they wrapped themselves in towels, and Finn gently handed them each a pair of boxers with a kiss to each of their cheeks. Leo stayed in the bathroom a moment longer, combing through his curls with some cream and gathering his breath. To his own surprise, he looked calm on the outside. His mother was right, he supposed. His boys loved him, they listened to him, they never judged- what reason would he have to be nervous? 

He took a deep breath and shook out his hair lightly, squeezing it gently with the microfiber towel his mother had given him a few years ago. He felt arms wrap gently around him, and he looked back to see Logan staring up at him with his devastating green eyes. He pressed a kiss to Leo’s spine. “Ça va?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, let me finish with my hair. I’ll join you in a minute.”

But Logan didn’t move, still a warm weight against Leo’s back. Leo smiled at himself in the mirror. A barnacle, that one.

When he finished, he turned around to face Logan. “Tired, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded with his face squished into Leo’s chest. “Ouais. The heat makes me sleepy.”

Leo laughed. “Can’t make fun of me for not liking the cold in the winter anymore, can you?”

“Non, I still can,” Logan grumbled, but he was smiling softly. 

He moved his arms to loop around Leo’s neck and looked up at him expectantly. Leo snorted, but grabbed him under his thighs to hoist him up and wrap his legs around his waist. Logan was heavier than he looked, all thick muscle, but Leo supported him easily and ran a hand up and down his back. He bit at Logan’s shoulder. “You’re so strong and sexy. Just want to eat you.”

Logan laughed in his ear. He pulled back slightly to bite at Leo’s shoulder as well. “You, too.”

Leo kissed his neck with a smile and walked into his bedroom. Finn was already sat up in bed with his glasses down his nose, book in his hand. He glanced up at them and smiled as they came to sit next to him. Leo tried to gently set Logan down on the bed, but Logan shook his head and held on tighter. 

Finn snorted. “You’re such a little shit, Tremblay.”

“Non,” Logan said.

Leo sat down on the edge of the bed with a laugh, Logan now in his lap. “Ouais, you are. I love you, though.”

“You do,” Logan said. He leaned into for a kiss then leaned back with a sigh and a smile. “You know, I said that to you three months ago to the day.”

Finn leaned over to scuff the back of his head. “You mean we said that.”

“Ouais, but I said it first.”

“Because you jumped the gun, Logan.” 

“How could I resist?” Logan asked. He kissed Leo’s cheeks hard, and Leo squinted one eye shut with a grin. “Look at him.”

“Look at both of you,” Finn replied. He patted the bed next to him. “C’mon, up here.”

Logan swung a leg over Leo’s lap and crawled next to Finn. He opened his arm for Leo to come and tuck himself into his side, but Leo just sat crisscrossed on the bed and stared at them for a minute. Logan furrowed his brow, but Leo just shook his head and smiled. Finn put his book down, and Leo took each of their hands.

“Thank you,” he said. “Thanks for coming home with me this week.” 

Finn kissed his hand. “Of course, baby.”

“I just mean,” Leo started. “It’s been really nice to bring you home.” He tilted his head. “I’ve always wanted to take someone- or, someones now, I guess- home to meet my parents.”

Logan still looked slightly confused. “Soleil… did you ever-?”

Leo sat up straighter. “Date someone else?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. I just- I thought about what I said at the table. And I just thought maybe you’d- with someone else on your-” He paused for a moment in that way he did when he was thinking of the English words. “D’accord, I’m sorry. I- did I say something wrong? Out in the garden?”

Leo shook his head. “No, you’re okay. You’re- you’re not wrong.”

Finn also sat up. “Someone on your team?”

Leo nodded and looked down. “Yeah. Yeah.”

Logan made a noise in his throat. He knelt his way over to Leo and straddled his lap, legs extending out towards the end of the bed. His hands began to mindlessly card their way through Leo’s still-damp hair. “What happened?”

Leo ran his hands up and down his waist. “What do you mean?”

“Something happened.”

Leo laughed slightly, but it was rough. “And how do you know?”

Finn answered for Logan. “Because whoever it was put that look on your face.” He also crawled over to sit beside them. Leo could feel his body heat from where he was pressed against his side. “I don’t like that look.”

“Me neither,” Logan said. He kissed Leo’s cheek. “Don’t like you sad.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “I’m not sad.”

“Then what are you?” Finn asked.

Leo shrugged. “I don’t- it’s not really-”

“No, it is important,” Finn pushed. He softened his tone and his eyes were gentle. He was always so gentle with them. “Really, Le, what are you?”

Leo closed his eyes and leaned into Logan’s hands. “Angry I think.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. He gripped Leo’s hair a bit harder and Leo opened his eyes to look at him. “What did he do to you?” he repeated.

Leo took a deep breath. “His name was Jack. Jack Archer.”

Finn scoffed. “Basic name. Not a fan.”

Leo rolled his eyes bit, but smiled. “You don’t know anything about him yet.”

Finn shrugged. “Don’t need to, your face says it all. And besides, am I wrong?”

Leo shook his head. “Not- not really, no.”

“Allez,” Logan said. He settled his hips further down into Leo’s. “Tell us.”

“Okay,” Leo said. He breathed shakily. “Okay, yeah. He played hockey with me, and is now on Tampa’s farm team, but we also had classes together in high school. We- we were a… ‘thing’ I guess.” His boys looked concerned, but they let him continue. “But he never- he never wanted anyone to know. Which was fine. I didn’t want anyone to know about me, either, for a while. But he also-” Leo felt the tears start in his eyes. “He would- ignore me, I guess, sometimes. In public. Like, one second we’d be joking, and then I’d get too close, I guess, or accidentally touch him, and then he’d- he’d just jerk back. Or tell me to back off, but not in a nice way?”

Finn let out a frustrated huff. “Fucker.”

“No, Finn,” Leo said. “No, he really- I mean, in general he was nice. But he just- I think he was just really scared. I mean, we were in high school.” He kneaded his palms into Logan’s lower back. “And I was fine for a while, keeping it a secret. And I also…” Leo breathed, his cheeks turning a flushed red with shame. “I also just really liked having that attention from someone. Finally, you know? After spending so long hiding it, it felt good to not have to hide it, at least to one person.”

Logan kissed his cheek. “Ouais. Ouais, I understand.”

Leo leaned back to look at him and Finn. “But I also knew that that wasn’t how I deserved to be treated. And so I- when I wanted to tell my family, I broke up with him. I didn’t want to hide anymore. But then the NHL was looking, so I didn’t start anything new, and then I got on the Lions, and, well-” He shrugged with a smile. “You know the rest.”

“Yeah,” Finn whispered. “Yeah, we do.”

“Leo,” Logan said suddenly. He looked a bit scared, a bit sad. “Do we- are you still hiding? Do we make you feel like you’re hiding?” 

Leo shook his head hard. “No. No, you don’t. It’s okay. You- you don’t ignore me in public. We still go on dates, we still hug on the ice.” He stroked Logan’s cheek. “It’s hard. I know it is. But we don’t hide from each other.” Finn cupped his cheek, and Leo kissed his palm. “And I’ll- I’ll wait for you. Whenever you want to, we’ll come out, but I’ll wait for you.”

Logan directed his gaze back to him. His words came out in a rush, so unlike his normal way of speaking. “Désolé. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m not-”

Leo interrupted him with a hard kiss. “Non, no, Logan. It’s my decision, too, and I’m deciding it’s okay to wait.”

“Me, too, baby,” Finn said. He leaned in and kissed Logan. “I’ll wait for you. I love you, I'll wait for you forever.”

Logan's face had a complicated expression. “You- I don't want you to wait forever. Just- just not right now.” He pushed his forehead against Leo's. “I’m still sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Leo said. “You two- you’re nothing like Jack. He didn’t-” Leo felt his eyes tearing up. “He didn’t- God, sometimes he didn’t even look at me, and I wanted him to look so bad, I don’t- sometimes I don’t even recognize who I was back then.”

“Well,” Finn said. “I love you who you are now.” He kissed Leo gently then moved to sit behind Logan. “We love you for who you are now and who you will be, baby.” 

“Ouais,” Logan said. “No more hiding, soleil.” He tucked his head over Leo’s shoulder and Leo wrapped him up tight. “No more.” 

Leo’s tears fell onto Logan’s bare shoulder, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I love you. I love you so much.” He laughed a little and hid his face in Logan’s neck. “You know, he hated my mother’s butterscotch cookies.”

“Quoi?” Logan said, loud in the quiet room. He pulled back with wide eyes. “What, why?”

Leo couldn’t help but laugh. “He said they were too sweet.”

“Non,” Logan retorted. He looked offended. “Pas question, je ne te crois pas.”

“Believe it, sweetheart,” Leo said. He looked up to Finn. “He also put three shots of espresso in his lattes.”

Finn scrunched his nose. “Ew. That is not perfectly balanced.”

Logan kissed Leo’s forehead firmly. “Sounds like he wasn’t good for you, anyways.”

Leo gazed at them both adoringly. “But you both are perfect for me.”

Both of their gazes softened. Finn leaned in to place his lips gently on Leo’s temple, then Logan’s. “I love you.” He shifted to go lie down. “Now, I believe it’s bed time. C’mon, I’ll read to you.”

“Ouais,” Logan said with a last kiss to Leo’s lips. He brushed their noses together. “Je t’aime.”

“Love you,” Leo whispered. He crawled into Finn’s open arms and Logan curled up on his chest, their legs tangled. “And I’ll- I can tell you more stuff about him, if you want.”

Finn put an arm around them. “Only if you want to.” He shrugged. “Don’t want to stroke my ego too much, you know?”

Leo laughed. “He wasn’t that bad.”

Finn grinned mischievously. “Right, but I’m perfect for you. Can’t really beat that.”

“No,” Leo sighed happily. “No you can’t.”

Logan grunted against his chest. “Allez, soleil, rouge.”

Finn reached down to smack his butt lightly. “I’m going, Tremblay, gotta appreciate our Leo thoroughly first.”

Logan peeked out through one eye with a smirk. “Oui?”

Finn kissed his hand and touched Logan’s forehead. “Focus, baby.” He settled back and opened the book. “Alright, where were we, Le? Chapter six?”

Leo nodded and leaned his head against Finn’s shoulder. Jack Archer seemed so far away in that moment, even though he was probably also visiting his parents just about fifteen minutes away. But he didn’t crowd Leo’s mind like he used to- not with Logan’s weight on him and Finn’s gentle voice in his ear. Leo closed his eyes, basking in the warm Louisiana air and the smell of his childhood bedroom, now mixing with Finn and Logan’s scents. This, he thought, was worth the waiting. 

If you don't know how to do a life skill, like cooking, then you should learn so your partner can have a break. At least, that's what Logan and Finn did. And they're getting there, in time. Leo just loves that they try for him, in all their honest, loving chaos. :)

Enjoy our Lovernut getting a little break and being treated with some high-end breakfast for dinner!! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Oi,” Finn said. “Watch it with the whisk, Tremblay.”

“Non, you watch it,” Logan retorted. “I need space, allez.”

“There is no more space, and I’m the one with the butter you need, anyways.”

Logan grumbled in French, but pressed a kiss to Finn’s shoulder and moved out of the way.

Leo smiled from his spot on the couch. It was mid-October, the air crisp and cool for the start of his second season as a Lion. They had had a light morning practice and were sent home with instructions for an ‘active rest day’ before their crazy schedule the following week; Logan and Finn had surprised him, insisting that they could make a ‘nice homemade meal, sunshine’ and he could have a day off. The sentiment was nice, Leo thought, but the execution was- questionable.

“Can I please come see what you’re doing?” he called.

“No!” came Finn’s voice. “Sit there and look gorgeous, please. We’ll be done soon.”

“Seriously,” Leo said, making a move to get up. “It’s alright, I can help you-”

“Non,” Logan said. He jogged around the counter and into the living room, sitting heavily down in Leo’s lap. Leo fell back onto the couch with an oof and gripped Logan’s hips. “Non, now you can’t move.”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “You do realize I could just pick you-”

But Logan interrupted him with a hard kiss. “Distract.”

“Wait, that’s not fair,” Finn whined. “I can’t even watch.”

“Better hurry up then, Harz,” Logan retorted. He was leaning in to Leo once more. 

Finn huffed, but Leo heard him turn back to whatever he was doing in the kitchen. Logan kissed Leo slowly and sloppily with his hands in Leo’s hair. Leo melted back into the couch cushions and sighed against Logan's mouth. He couldn't remember the last time they'd done this- kissed languidly, no pressure, no running around to games. Leo ran his hands up Logan’s warm back and held him gently. He pressed his hands lower, directing Logan’s body towards him, and felt Logan relax and fall forward just a bit. Logan sighed and pulled away slowly. His eyes were closed and his face was relaxed, his body going slightly limp in Leo’s arms. Leo coaxed him to rest his head on his shoulder, tucked against one another like two puzzle pieces. Logan’s breath was hot on Leo’s neck and his hands gentle in Leo’s hair. 

“Aw, I like this,” came Finn’s voice from behind them. He came around into Leo’s field of vision and lean down to run a hand up and down Logan’s back and place a kiss to his cheek. “Hello, lovers.”

Leo smiled. “You’ve got to stop calling us that, or people are going to get some weird ideas about our relationship.”

Finn grinned back and kissed his forehead. “Let them. They’re just jealous ‘cause I’ve got two gorgeous boys to cuddle when we go to sleep.”

Leo let out a satisfied sound and closed his eyes when Logan scratched his fingers through his scalp. Logan was still heavy in his lap but leaned his head back to kiss at Finn’s jaw gently. “Salut, rouge.”

“Hi baby,” Finn said, gazing at Logan adoringly. “You hungry?”

“Ouais,” Logan replied. He leaned back and stretched his arms above his hands, and Leo placed his hands on Logan’s ribs. It made Logan smile and squint at him through his stretch. “Soleil?”

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Leo said. He patted Logan’s thighs. “Time to see what catastrophe awaits me in my kitchen.”

“Our kitchen,” Finn said. 

Leo laughed and reached a hand up to brush through Finn’s hair. “You might help pay for it, but how much do you actually use it, sweetheart?”

Finn scoffed but kissed his palm. “You ungrateful little peanut.” But he tugged at Leo’s hand insistently. “Up, let’s go. Don’t want it to get cold.”

Logan stood up with a grunt and Finn pulled Leo up from the couch with a short kiss. He ushered Leo onto a stool by the counter beside Logan, then scurried around to grab some plates. Leo furrowed his eyebrows with an amused expression. “Egg sandwiches?”

Finn scoffed. “Not just any egg sandwiches, lovernut. These egg sandwiches are special.”

“Oh?” Leo asked with a smile. “Do tell.”

“First,” Finn said, counting on his fingers. “Logan and I found the nice eggs from the farm stand that you like.”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded, resting his head on Leo’s shoulder. “Ms. Adeline says hi.”

“Right,” Finn continued. “So, fresh eggs. Scrambled with water and butter, so they’re fluffy, of course. Next, we’ve got tomatoes, arugula, and bacon. And everything is on a fresh bagel from the bakery down the street.”

“And,” Logan said. “Yours has that nice hot sauce that you brought from New Orleans.”

“Yup,” Finn agreed. Then his eyes lit up. “Oh! And we roasted and seasoned potatoes, like you taught us, Le.” He surveyed his handy work before looking up at Leo. “Good?”

But Leo was already smiling, so hard his cheeks hurt. “Thank you.” He laughed and turned to kiss Logan’s cheek hard, then reached across the counter to cup Finn’s face and kiss him, too. “Thank you. I love you. I love you so much.”

He could feel Logan’s grin against his shoulder and watched Finn’s from across him, his teeth flashing white against his freckled face. He looked pleased. “Well,” he said, his eyes flashing to Logan. “We love you, too. You always take care of us so good, and we just- wanted to return the favor, let’s say.”

“D’accord,” Logan said. He nudged Leo’s cheek with his nose. “Essayez-le.”

Leo picked up the sandwich and took a bite, then speared a potato and popped one into his mouth. He hummed, his eyes crinkling, and swallowed. “It’s good. It’s really good, thank you, sweethearts.”

“You hear that, Lo?” Finn jested. “Finally got something Knu-pproved.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “It’s not gonna catch on, Fish.”

Finn shrugged and took a bite of his own sandwich. “You don’t know that.” He nodded his head with wide eyes and turned to Logan. “You know, we didn’t do a bad job.”

“Non,” Logan agreed. He dove in for some more of his own sandwich. “It’s actually pretty good.”

Leo snorted. “Should I be concerned about the surprise in your voices?”

“Sh,” Logan hushed, but he was smiling. He kissed Leo’s shoulder. “Eat your sandwich, soleil.

You’re my favorite o’knutzy writer at the moment! I need to know if you know about the head canon that Leo was a dancer for years and that’s why he’s so flexible! I loveee this! Just imagine him constantly spinning or leaping unprompted or instinctively pointing his foot

Some professional athletes, like NFL players, do do ballet to help with balance, flexibility, mobility, and strength! So enjoy this little thing I wrote taking a break from homework- finals are no joke in college. Thanks for the ask! <3

Also, let's show some appreciation for français louisiane! It's not a common language anymore, and I like to think that Leo's parents grew up in a more rural area outside of NOLA where Cajun French was spoken a lot, before they moved to the city and had Leo. I imagine that they did everything to make sure Leo spoke it as much as possible. Hence, French ballet classes for our little sunshine!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo was not normally a fan of keeping secrets from his boys. In fact, he was generally staunchly against the notion. They told each other everything eventually- all the little details about their childhoods, Finn and Logan about their years at Harvard, Leo about his high school life. But sometimes things were forgotten, or just didn’t come up naturally in conversation, and somehow, Leo’s mother had a special knack for unearthing elements of his past that he would rather not be revealed until the precise moment that he wanted them to be.

Like right now.

“Oh, look at what I found!” Eloise exclaimed. She was sitting at the dining room across from Finn and going through old boxes of photos. Leo had initially resisted with a blushing, stammering refusal, but she and Finn had double-teamed him until he conceded. “Look at you in your leotard, you sweet little boy.”

Leo’s head jerked up abruptly, his eyes widening. Beside him, Logan was also looking at Eloise from where he was helping Leo prepare lunch in the kitchen. Finn had started moving to sit beside her. Leo knew the photo that they were looking at, the one from when he was about eight, all dressed up for dance class with his leotard and tights, his curls wild and golden and his face still slightly chubby.

Leo shook his head. “Oh, no, mama-”

“You were so cute, honey. Boys, c’mere.”

“No,” Leo gasped. He grabbed at Logan’s arm. “No, no, no, oh my God. Wait-”

But Logan’s smile was teasing, and he moved over to sit on Eloise’s other side. When he sat down his grin turned adoring and his eyes sparkled. “Oh, mon soleil. Tres mignon.”

“Ouais,” Eloise replied. She was giggling. “He used to love wearing his leotard.”

Finn looked up at Leo, who’s eyes were like saucers. “Why didn’t you tell us you did ballet, baby?”

Leo rubbed his hand over his face and stayed by the counter. “Because it’s embarrassing.”

Logan shook his head. “Non. Non, it’s not. When did you stop?”

Eloise smirked. “He still comes with me to the studio when he visits sometimes.”

Finn’s mouth fell open. “What? But we’ve never seen you go!”

Leo groaned. “That’s because I only go when I come here without you guys.”

“Or when he ‘comes with me to the grocery store’ when you all visit.”

Finn barked at a laugh as Leo flushed even more. “Mama. That was our secret.”

“Oops,” Eloise shrugged. “Better now than later.” She stood up and kissed Leo on the cheek with a smile. “I’ll go bring the sandwiches out onto the porch. Y’all come join me when you’re done here.” She picked up the tray Leo and Logan had prepared and whisked out of the room, her linen pants swishing.

Finn got up and came to wrap his arms around Leo’s waist. “Why did you hide ballet from us, sweetheart?”

Leo was so embarrassed. “It just- I started when I was, like, three? It was to help with balance and flexibility. And then I started doing it pretty seriously in the off-season once I decided to be a goalie. Never competitions or anything, just classes. French ones, too. It’s how I kept it up when I wasn’t speaking it at school as much.” 

“Ouais,” Logan said, still looking at the photo. “That makes sense, soleil.”

“I know, but…” Leo sighed. “It’s still just a bit embarrassing.” 

“Why, sweetheart?” Finn asked. He pressed a few kisses to Leo’s neck.

“I don’t know,” Leo replied. “It’s just- it’s such a stereotype. The gay boy doing dance and stuff.” Leo felt tears start to well up in his eyes. “I was already struggling so much with being gay and playing hockey as a teenager, and I think- sometimes I wanted to stop doing ballet to just, I don’t know, distance myself from it.”

“From what?” Logan asked, eyebrows furrowed. He also stood up, pocketing the photo, and came to wrap his arms around Leo and bury his face in his chest.

Leo rested his own arms around the small of Logan’s back. “From being gay, I guess. For a while, until I realized that I didn’t want to hide.” He sniffled. “I think that ballet sometimes just brings up all that shame I felt when I was younger, in middle school, when I realized I didn’t like girls.” 

Finn was stroking his hair back from his face. “But do you like it, Le?”

Leo looked to him and a few tears fell. Finn caught them with his thumb. “Yeah.”

Finn smiled and kissed him briefly. “Then let’s look for classes in Gryff.”

Leo bit his lip. “Really?”

“Oui,” Logan said. He tilted his head up to rest on Leo’s collarbone. “It helps you, non?”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “Yeah, it really does. And I really like it.”

Logan reached up to grab his hair and bring his mouth down to be kissed. “D’accord. Then we find classes.” He kissed him hard again. “And I’m sorry you felt you had to hide it. But we won’t ever judge you for that.”

“I’m sorry for hiding it,” Leo replied. His boys were looking at him so lovingly, holding him so tightly, and he was so warm. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Finn shook his head. “It’s alright baby. It was a hard thing to bring up.” He grinned mischievously. “But now we know how you got so flexible.”

Leo snorted. “That’s also because I’m a goalie, Harz. We kinda have to be.”

Finn shrugged. “Hey, it’s not a bad thing. I certainly reap the benefits.”

“Finn,” Leo chastised. “My mama is out there.”

“Oh, like she doesn’t know that already.” Finn pressed a burst of kisses to his cheek. “We’re young and in love, what does she think happens when we close the bedroom door?”

“Fish,” Logan laughed. “Non, we’re going to be kicked out.”

“No we won’t,” Finn countered. “She loves us.”

“I love you,” Leo said. He was smiling and kissed each of their foreheads. “I love you.”

“We love you so much, mon coeur,” Logan said. He was soft and heavy in Leo’s arms.

“We do, baby,” Finn agreed. He bit at Leo’s jaw. “And I’ll love you even more if you do the splits for us tonight.”

“Jesus, Harz,” Leo said. He rolled his eyes hard, but he was blushing. “Let’s go, mama’s waiting for us with the sandwiches. I’ll grab the tea.”

“Non” Logan said. He batted Leo’s hands away, took them, and kissed the backs of each of them. “Non, you go. I got it.”

Leo smiled and watched as Logan puttered around the kitchen, getting a tray and a stack of glasses to go with the pitcher. Finn was behind Leo with his palms low on his back, kissing the top of his spine and shepherding him out to the porch where his mama was waiting. When they stepped out of the door, she looked up from her book and grinned. “Ça va?”

“Ouais,” Leo said. He gazed at his boys, who were bickering quietly about where to place the tea tray on the table, and smiled. “C’est bien