The Cubs Having A Lazing Morning In?? I Love Your Work Btw Xx

Soooooo, gender-bent Cubs? As a WLW, I LOVE WLW Cubs AUs, and figured we needed more of them.

Enjoy Finn being VERY obsessed with her girlfriends- but would we really expect anything less from our favorite resident red-head?

GO BOSTON FLEET RAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Whoa-ho, there, Tremblay. Hey there, hot stuff.”

Logan jumped at Finn’s smack to her ass from where she was bent over putting on her skates. She turned around to glare daggers. “Finn-”

Finn grabbed her waist and brought her close, smile sharp. “You can’t bend over like that and expect me not to take advantage.”

Logan rolled her eyes but reached her hands up to tug at Finn’s hair. She had cut it for the season and it fell just to her jaw in light waves. Leo had done two French braids that morning to keep the face-framing pieces out of her eyes, but there was still enough loose for Logan to grip. “We’re in the locker room.”

Finn just leaned down and kissed her. “I can’t help that your ass is incredible always. Le’s, too. I’m a very lucky girl.”

“Hm?” Leo asked, walking by in her compression shirt in leggings. She hadn’t put her pads on yet. She leaned against their sides and wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist. “What’d you say, honey?”

“That I love you,” Finn said, but her eyes were twinkling. 

Leo narrowed her eyes. “No you didn’t.”

Finn shrugged. “Believe what you want, baby.” But as she walked to her stall to suit up, she gave Leo’s ass a squeeze with two hands.

“Fish,” Leo gasped. She looked down at Logan, her face bright red. “She was talking about my ass, wasn’t she?”

Logan smiled and leaned up to kiss her. “Ouais.” Logan leaned against Leo’s chest. “It’s a very nice ass, soleil.”

Leo snorted. “Yours, too, sweetheart.”

***

“Shit, Knut, you’re a fucking wall today,” Tabby Walker said, panting. “What the hell.”

Leo just smiled and pushed up her mask. “Sorry, Talky.” She squirted water into her mouth as Tabby came up to tap her stick against Leo’s pads.

“You’re gonna be hot tomorrow against Minnesota, baby, I can feel it.”

Leo laughed. “You think?”

“Yeah,” Tabby replied. “Red hot.”

“Hey!” Finn’s voice came. “You can’t call Leo hot!”

Finn and Logan were finishing up stick handling drills with the other forwards at the other end of the ice. They were helping to pick up the cones that they used sometimes when they interrupted Leo and Tabby. Finn handed hers to Logan, who was laughing, and skated over.

She stopped right beside Leo and looked to Tabby. “What’re you doing calling my Leo hot?”

Leo raised her eyebrows. “She also called me baby.”

Finn just pouted. “Walky Talky.”

Tabby slugged Finn in the shoulder gently. “She can’t help the heat, dude. She went full splits, I didn’t have a chance.” She jerked her chin and gave Leo a fist bump. “I’m off, lovebirds.” She turned to Leo and winked cheekily. “Later, Nutty.”

Leo winked back even as Finn made a desperate little whine. “Leo.”

Giggling, Leo turned back to Finn. “Sweetheart, you’re so easy.”

“I can’t help that I’m dating two goddesses. You can do the splits, for crying out loud.” She crossed her arms. “And ‘baby’ is a privilege reserved for me.” 

Leo rolled her eyes with a small smile. “You’re so difficult.” But she kissed Finn’s helmet. “I love you.”

Finn preened under the attention. “Lucky me.”

“Oui, lucky you,” Leo replied. “And if it makes you feel better, Talky calls everybody hot.” She smirked. “Especially Logan’s sister.”

Finn laughed. “Noelle’s a lucky one.”

“Hm,” Leo said, turning to her net. “She is. C’mon, Finnley, help me get my stuff to the locker room so we can go. Vodka chicken’s on the menu tonight.”

“Let’s fucking go,” Finn said, pumping her fists. She grabbed Leo’s water bottle. “Fucking love your vodka chicken.” She looked up to where Logan and Sirius were having what looking like a shooting contest on Kasey at the other end. “Hey Tremblay! Let’s go! Got vodka chicken for dinner tonight.”

Logan looked up at that, and said something to Sirius before skating away. She approached her girlfriends with a smile. “Ouais, let’s go.”

Leo nodded towards the other end of the ice. “Having fun?”

Logan smiled. “Oui, just doing a shooting competition with Cap.” She turned her head slightly and raised her voice. “Which I won!”

“Non!” Sirius yelled back. “Non, tu n'as pas gagné!”

Logan rolled her eyes, turning back. “I so did.”

Finn just threw her arm around her. “Let’s go. Vodka chicken time.”

The locker room was rowdy as it always was after practice, the adrenaline having yet to wear off. Leo shook her curls out of their low ponytail and fluffed it up from her scalp. It was getting long now- she’d have to cut it soon so it wouldn’t overheat the back of her neck, especially as they were getting deeper into the season. They were on a winning streak, and the Boston crowd was expecting big things from the Fleet.

She felt a tug on a lock of hair and arms wrapping around her waist from behind. Logan squeezed her briefly before coming around to face her. “Ca va?”

Leo nodded, placing a kiss between her two Dutch braids. There were pieces that had come loose. Leo thought that Logan always looked so gorgeous after practice, her face warm and her dark hair a little mussed. The messy braid look really suited her. 

“Ouais,” Leo said. She continued in French. “How much longer do you need?”

Logan kissed her collarbone. “Twenty minutes. Gotta shower real quick, then we can go home.”

Leo nodded, stripping off to follow Logan into the showers. Logan led her to the ones on the other side of the wall that divided the shower room, where Finn already was under her own nozzle. There wasn’t anybody else, and she lit up at the sight of them. “Oh boy.” She not-so-subtely peeked around at Leo and Logan’s backsides. “Yup, I don’t regret a thing.”

Leo turned bright red and Logan laughed, leaning up to kiss her cheek before turning on two nozzles for them. “Later, Harz.”

Finn smiled, eyes happy and with that sharp look that she sometimes got. “Hot stuff, Tremblay.”

Logan turned her face up to the spray, careful to not get her braids too wet. “You can’t call me that.” She peeked out mischievously. “Only Talker can.”

Finn spluttered and Leo laughed loudly. When Logan turned to look, Finn’s ears were red and she looked like the was struggling to maintain composure, which just made Logan smirk and close her eyes.

“Nuh-uh,” Finn complained. “Nope, nope, no more.” She flicked water at them both. “Not funny.”

Leo just reached over to grab her hand and kiss it. “Love you, sweetheart.” Finn put on her sad eyes and Leo snorted. “Say it back, you goof.”

Finn’s eyes narrowed. 

Leo bit her lip around a smile and turned towards her own shower. “Fine. No vodka chicken for you.”

Finn gasped. “You don’t mean that.”

Logan hummed. “Ouais. Le and I will eat it all.”

“No, nope,” Finn said. She stepped up behind Leo and pressed a kiss to her shoulder before reaching out to tug Logan over. Surprised, Logan came with a slight yelp, slipping a little on the floor. But before she could chastise, Finn kissed her soundly. “Love you, love you, love you.”

Leo looked over her shoulder to see Logan’s green eyes looking up through dark lashes. She was smiling softly. “Je t’aime.” She looked to Leo and her smile grew. “Je t’aime, soleil.”

“I love you,” Leo said, leaning in for a brief kiss. “But let’s get a move on.” She reached for the soap. “I’m fucking starving and you two are stalling me.”

And with a light smack to each of their asses, Finn went back to her own shower, laughing at her girlfriends’ twin gasps. 

Finn O'Hara really was a very lucky girl

this shows up often but one of my fav dynamics is leo “takes care of everything but forgets to take care of himself” knut and i would always love to read more of it!!

Enjoy some Hamptons Cubs featuring the Dumais kids, with Super Cool Uncle Leo turning into Ultimate Dad Mode Leo, and then finally into (forcefully) Relaxed Sunshine! Because everyone needs to take a load off now and again. :)

Credits to @lumosinlove

“Okay, Marc, Louis, Adele! Can you come help Katie with the beach stuff, please?”

Finn looked up through the bedroom doorway at the sound of Leo’s voice. He tied the string of his shorts and ran his fingers through his hair before walking curiously towards the kitchen. It sounded like Leo needed help.

            It was still a trip to see Leo and Logan in his family’s Hampton’s house, even after three years together. The walls, once filled just with photographs of Finn’s childhood here, held some new memories, too: one of Kasey, Alex, and Natalie on the back deck; one of Leo, Logan, and Haley with cocktails in their hands; one of Finn and Leo building a sand castle, Logan asleep on the towel beside them. Finn smiled at the last one as he made his way down the hall.

“Louis and Marc, may you please take the boogie boards to the back and hose them down? Girls, can you go put the chairs and the umbrellas in the garage?”

Finn shook his head fondly at Leo, who was unloading grocery bags in the kitchen with Logan. He had sunglasses around his neck on a lanyard and his cap was a bit askew. He and Logan both looked tan from their day out. They’d gone to a different beach in the car today so the Dumais kids could catch bigger waves on their boogie boards, and so Leo could go to the farmer’s market and the butcher’s that he loved to pick things up for their dinner. It was a hustle, loading and unloading all of the gear into the Celeste’s minivan that she’d lent them, but Leo was nothing if not a natural delegator, and he had those kids doing their own tasks faster than Logan and Finn could even think. Finn gave Louis and Marc a fist bump each as they passed through to go wash off the boogie boards before he went to stand across the counter from his boyfriends.

“You need any help, lovers?”

“No, thank you,” Leo said. He didn’t even look around, too busy unloading some vegetables. Logan looked back to Finn and rolled his eyes with a fond smile.

Finn grinned back. “You sure?”

“Yes, honey, don’t you worry. I’ve got the kids cleaning up and then I’ll start on dinner.”

“You know, soleil,” Logan said, slipping Leo’s sunglasses over his head and placing them on the counter. He pressed a hand to Leo’s hip and nuzzled his cheek with his nose. “I think you can compete with Celeste for best mom voice.”

Leo scoffed. “Y’all should have heard my mama when I was little. I learned from the best, that’s for sure.”

“Yikes,” Finn teased. “Those Dumais kids don’t know what’s coming for them.”

Leo let out an exasperated sigh. “Honey, I’m not that bad. They made the mess, they can help clean it up.”

Logan kissed Leo’s cheek in bursts. “Ouais, but I seem to remember someone building sand castles and going boogie boarding with the kids. Maybe they should go help clean the mess.” At Leo’s raised eyebrows, Logan drew him in with a laugh, his arms around Leo’s neck and lips pressing more kisses to his face. “Non, désolé, mon soleil, désolé, I’m joking.”

“Mm,” Leo said, accepting Logan’s soft kiss and pulling his lip with his teeth. He was smiling, though, when they broke apart. “You’re lucky you’re handsome.”

Logan’s grin was the pleased kind that Finn associated with him being content. It came out more often now, especially since they were on summer break, but Finn knew he’d never get tired of seeing it, not in a million lifetimes. 

“Hey,” he said. “C’mere, ten.”

Logan complied, coming to stand across the counter from Finn. “Quoi?”

Finn shook his head. “Nothing. Just like seeing you smile.” He took Logan’s hand and kissed his fingers, then tilted his head to look at Leo’s lean back. “Sunshine.”

“Yes, sweetheart, just a moment. Want to get this chicken out and marinating.”

“Just quickly, baby, please?”

“Okay.” When he turned around, the small crease in between his eyebrows faded, replaced with his dimples appearing on his cheeks as he smiled. “Hi, sorry, I’m distracted. You both look handsome.”

“You, too, baby.” Finn reached for his hand, too, and kissed his way up his forearm. He bit at the sun-kissed skin. “Fuck, you’re both so tan. Drives me crazy.”

Logan stroked his nose. “And you are burnt.”

Finn let out a frustrated groan against Leo’s skin. “I don’t know how this always happens. I reapplied sunscreen and everything, I promise!”

Leo leaned his long torso over the counter and kissed Finn’s forehead. “Our own little tomato. Speaking of which…” He turned around to take up a paper bag, a cutting board, and a knife. “Gotta chop these for the fattoush. Oh, and the meat! Meat first, okay…”

Logan sighed and pressed his lips to Leo’s shoulder. “You’ll call us if you need help, please, d’accord?”

“Yes, I promise.” Leo set down his knife to cup Logan’s face and kiss him. “I promise, I swear. I think I’m okay for now, though, just a lot of chopping.”

“D’accord.” Logan kissed him once more and then settled back on his heels. “We’ll make sure everyone gets showered and clothes get washed.”

“Yes, please do. Make sure Katie washes her hair, she was laying in the sand a lot while the others made her into a mermaid.”

“D’accord,” Logan laughed. He walked around and rested a hand on Finn’s lower back. “Help us get stuff put away, then we make drinks and set the table?”

Finn kissed him. “You got it, babe.” He patted Logan’s butt. “Let’s get this party started.”

***

“Dinner and dessert were really good, Leo, thank you,” Adele said as she folded her napkin and set it on her empty plate.

Leo smiled around his last bite of cobbler. “You’re welcome, hun, glad you liked it.”

Finn stretched and rested his arm around Leo’s shoulders, kissing the side of his head. “It was great, sunshine.” 

He looked around the patio table. Across from him, against the backdrop of the beach, sat Katie and Logan, Katie trying to teach him to make an origami swan out of some of the spare napkins they’d set out. Marc was on her other side with his cheek resting on his palm. He had droopy eyes and his head lolled a little on Louis’ shoulder before jerking awake. 

Finn nudged his foot under the table and smiled. “You tired?”

Marc shook his head quickly. “Non, no I’m not, I swear.”

Logan looked at him with a teasing grin. “I think it’s bedtime.”

“No! I swear, I’m awake! I also don’t have a bedtime anymore, Tremzy.”

Louis scoffed beside him. “You go to sleep at nine, don’t lie.”

Marc nudged him back, and there was a brief scuffle before Adele cleared her throat loudly at them. “Boys, come on.”

They rolled their eyes but complied, giving each other one last nudge before settling down. Finn could feel Leo’s light laugh reverberate against his own body. “How about we clean the kitchen, ouais? Then we can go to bed, gotta get up early to go hike to that beach y’all wanted to go to.”

Leo made to get up, but Logan reached across and patted his hand. “Non, soleil, you cooked. The kids and I will clean up, you and Finn stay here.”

Louis narrowed his eyes. “Are we going to have to wash dishes after you again? Because mom used to make me do it when you left them still dirty.”

Finn and Leo laughed loudly at Logan’s flushed face. He narrowed his eyes and said something in French to Louis, which just made him grin wider. He shrugged and began to clear the table with his siblings. 

As Logan passed, he bent down to whisper in Finn’s ear. “Keep him distracted, ouais? He did so much today.”

Finn kissed him lightly. “You got it, ten.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

Logan just smiled at Leo and kissed him, too. “Je t’aime.” Then he was walking through the door and talking in loud French with the Dumais children.

 Leo let out a sigh and rested his head on Finn’s shoulder. “Today was a good day.”

Finn kissed his curls, golden from all the time they’d spent at the beach. “You’re good with them.”

“They’re good kids. I like hanging out with them.”

Finn smiled. “I’m glad.” He lowered his mouth to talk lowly in Leo’s ear. “But Le, you’ve gotta let yourself rest.”

A sigh. “Finn…”

“No, Le, I’m not- I’m not criticizing you.” Finn wrapped him up tighter. “You’ve just spent a lot of time organizing and doing things for other people on this trip, and Lo and I don’t want you to burn yourself out, baby. That’s all.”

Leo sighed again. “I know. I know, I’m sorry.”

“Nope, no, none of that.” Finn nudged Leo’s forehead with his nose until he looked him in the eye. They were a tired blue, and Finn brushed his hair out of the way to see them a bit more clearly. “Don’t apologize, Le, baby, it’s okay. Just rest with me for a bit, alright?”

Leo nodded and leaned into Finn’s hands. “I’m-”

“-not sorry.” Finn kissed him softly and grinned. “Lean on me, sweetheart.” When Leo did, the both of them looking out at the beach, Finn let out a content sigh. “I love you.”

Leo kissed his shoulder and closed his eyes. “I love you, too.”

Finn settled back in his chair to admire the dying sun. The evening breeze was cool on the coast, even with a bit of light still lingering. Finn loved the way it brushed gently across his burnt cheeks and cooled the skin. He breathed in deeply. He’d always loved the smell of the beach: the salt, the sand, the lingering scent of seaweed. The waves splashed gently against the shore, reflecting the orange and pink colors of the sky. The sunset had glowed against Logan at dinner, making him look ethereal almost, like a figment out of Finn’s dream. It did the same to Leo now, his blond eyelashes, brushing against the highs of his cheeks, shining with a faint golden tinge. Finn kissed just below them on the slightly purple skin. “You’re beautiful.”

Leo smiled and opened his eyes. At a stronger gust of wind, he shivered and cuddled closer to Finn. “Brr.”

Finn laughed and squeezed him tighter. “Cold baby?”

“A little,” Leo whispered. He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and peeked out at Finn. “You’re warm.”

“Mm.” Finn kissed his nose. “Not as warm as our space heater.”

That made Leo let out a satisfied noise. He slouched down a bit to rest his head on Finn’s upper chest. “I wonder how he’s doing in there.”

“Hopefully not forcing Louis to wash dishes twice.”

Leo laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”

They settled into a comfortable silence for a few minutes to watch the sunset. Finn remembered the first time he took Logan here and they’d done a similar thing, albeit physically farther apart. They’d spent the whole day at the beach and came back from their evening run to Ramsey making steak tips at the grill. Logan had been so happy and calm, calmer than he had been in a long time. Finn had known something was bothering him, even if he hadn’t known exactly what it was. He suspected it had something to do with the want that had been making its way through both of their bodies and hearts, made even worse by the way that, at the Hampton’s house, it had been so easy to imagine a life together: a vacation with Finn’s family, spending the entire day just enjoying one another’s company, having the exact same routine and not getting tired or wanting to separate for even a second. Finn counted himself lucky that he knew what that was like now. That he got it, doubled. Because every run he took with Logan he also took with Leo; every night after brushing his teeth there were two toothbrushes in the cup with his own; and every time he went to bed there were two pairs of arms to hold him, two sets of eyes to fall into. It gave a whole new meaning to this house, even. He got to introduce it to more people that loved it, that loved the time they spent there. For every childhood memory he had, in every room, he now had multiple new ones that were even more lovely. 

Finn held one of those memories in his arms now, all sweet and gorgeous in the golden hour. He ran a palm up and down Leo’s forearm. “Feeling better, baby?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah. Thank you.” He played with the strings of his sweatshirt. “I don’t think I knew how much I needed a break.”

Finn breathed in to reply, but was interrupted by a voice coming from the doorway. “Leo?”

Leo sat himself up to turn and look at the kids, who were standing all together with Logan behind them. He smiled then looked at Katie, who’d spoken. “Hi, hun. What’s up?”

She didn’t reply right away, just walked up to give him a hug. “Thank you for hanging out with us today.”

“And for dinner,” Louis added.

“It was delicious.”

“You should give maman the recipe for the meat.”

Leo barked out a laugh. “I’ll text it to her, Marc.” He gave Katie a last gentle squeeze. “You going to bed?”

She nodded with a yawn as she removed her arms from around Leo’s neck. “Ouais. Gotta be up for the hike tomorrow, like you said.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” He turned his body fully to smile at the others. Logan was looking at him fondly, an arm flung over Louis’ shoulder. Leo tilted his head in that way he did when he was calm and content. “Night, kids.”

They said their goodnights to Finn and Leo, then each gave Logan a fistbump as they went to ascend the stairs to their rooms. Logan watched them fondly for a second before walking over. He looked a little tired, but happy, as he leaned over to kiss their foreheads. “Ça va?”

“All good, baby,” Finn said softly. “Just keeping Leo relaxed and warm.”

“Mm.” Logan brushed a hand through Leo’s hair. “Cold, soleil?”

“A little chilly, yeah.”

“Allez, ici.” 

When Logan started to pull Leo’s chair out, Leo stabilized himself with a surprised laugh. “What-”

“D’accord.” Logan, with enough space in between Leo’s chair and the table, came to straddle Leo’s lap and wrap him in a hug. Finn placed a hand on his back, as warm as ever, admiring the way Logan pressed kisses all over Leo’s face. With a last one to his nose, Logan cupped his cheeks in his palms and touched their foreheads. “Better?”

Leo’s eyes were fond. “Much.” He wrapped his arms completely around Logan’s waist and settled his face in his neck. He looked like a cute little turtle, all hunched in his sweatshirt and his curls fanning out of his hood. “Mm, you’re toasty.”

 Logan sent Finn a smile. “Good.” He leaned back to squish Leo’s cheeks. “Feeling relaxed, mon coeur?” Leo nodded. “Ouais,” he said with a yawn. “I needed a break.” 

Finn kissed his shoulder. “Let’s go shower and go to bed, baby.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Gotta get up nice and early for the hike tomorrow.”

Leo’s face went red and he rolled his eyes. “God, I sound like my mama.”

“We’ll make sure to tell her,” Finn teased, laughing at Leo’s tisking sound.

Logan placed a smiling kiss on each of their cheeks. “Bed?”

“Oo-ways,” Finn said. He stood and offered a hand to each of them. “C’mon, shower and snug, doctor’s orders.”

Leo snorted. “What doctor?”

“Doctor Heartthrob O’Hara,” Finn answered, giving Leo’s hand a playful tug. He patted Logan’s butt. “Let’s go, time to get naked and wet.”

“Sh,” Logan shushed, but he was smiling. “The kids.”

“Are fine, promise. They probably didn’t hear.”

Logan pinched his side playfully. “Allez, I’m not explaining to Dumo and Celeste that we traumatized their kids. Let’s go.”

Finn brought Leo’s hand up to his mouth kiss it as they followed Logan to the downstairs main bedroom. “All relaxed, sunshine?”

“So relaxed.” Leo wrapped his arms around Finn’s waist from behind. “And ready to snug. And get naked and wet.”

Finn bit his lip around a grin. “Doctor’s orders. Gotta follow ‘em.”

“Ouais,” Logan said as they got to the bathroom door. He pulled his shirt over his head. Finn and Leo weren’t shy about staring at his muscles, and Logan looked between them proudly. “Clothes off, allez.”

“Yup, I’m so relaxed.” Leo stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head, too. Finn followed the long lines of his torso before looking back up and into his mischievous expression. Leo looked at him expectantly. “Well?”

Finn nodded. “Oh boy.” He clumsily reached behind himself to pull his shirt off. When his head was out of the fabric, he got a nice view of Leo and Logan stripping down to their underwear. He sucked in a breath. “Oh boy, you’re beautiful. Got me some tan Greek gods or some shit, holy smokes.”

Leo came up to take his hands. The purple skin was still there, a little puffy, but his eyes were as playful as ever, as well as his smile. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” Finn kissed him, then laced their fingers and turned around. Logan was watching them with a fond smile, and Finn laced their fingers, too. “Shower time?”

Logan shook his head fondly. “I think you mean ‘wet and naked’ time.”

“Potato, po-tah-to. I just can’t wait to feel up your abs.”

Logan rolled his eyes but squeezed his hand and let them into the ensuite. “Allez. We have to shower and go to bed. Gotta be up early for the hike.”

“That’s so not funny anymore.”

Logan just turned on the showerhead and took up their exfoliating cloth. He looked at Finn first with his gorgeous eyes, then at Leo. “Allez, soleil,” he said. His smile and Leo’s skin warmed Finn through. “Let me wash your back.”

i needdddd more teacher finn!!!! like him talking to his students about his hockey husbands 🫠🫠

Happy V-Day to all who celebrate! Have some Fish-reflections on young love while he falls in love more and more each day. :)

Love your prompts, keep them coming! I've got almost all of them written. :)

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

“Okay,” Finn said with a sigh. He fell back into his chair and looked at his students. “Time's up. Pencils down.”

There was a light clatter as they all dropped their writing implements, a few rubbing their foreheads against the inevitable headache. Finn smiled at them and clapped his hands once.

“Well done. I'll give you an MCQ packet for the break, and don't forget your Pride and Prejudice essays that are due the week we get back, on the Friday. I want your drafts by the Monday, please, for feedback.” He stood. “This AP test doesn't know what's coming.”

There was a light chatter as they all stood up to hand in their practice FRQ exams and took the packet Finn handed them. They looked tired and worn out, but they were ready. They always were- Finn made sure of it. 

“What did you think?” one of his students, Robbie, asked his classmate, Marianne.

She looked at him over her round glasses. They suited her. “We can't talk about it, you know that, Robert.”

Finn hid his smile behind a packet. She never called him by his nickname. He heard Robbie sigh and looked up to find him watching her longingly as she and her bouncy curls left the room with her friend, Claire, throwing a thank you! over their shoulders. Robbie sighed again and turned towards his backpack, catching Finn’s eye. He blushed. Finn raised his eyebrows at him.

“You okay there, Robbie?”

He nodded, but his smile was forced. “Yeah. Got a basketball tournament over break down in South Carolina. Pretty excited.”

“Well,” Finn said, standing to approach him at his desk. “You’re doing really well. You're still on track to be top of your class.”

Robbie shook his head. “I don't think so. Marianne has a higher GPA. Her entire life is academics, and the school newspaper, and the cello.” He counted each one off on his fingers. “I might get salutatorian, though.”

Finn bit the inside of his cheek in amusement. “Well, she's an honorable competitor to lose to.”

Robbie let out a wistful, airy chuckle. “Yeah. She is.” He paused and looked at Finn quizzically. “Mr. O’Hara, I have a question.”

Finn tried to hide his surprise. “Shoot.”

Robbie was chewing his lip nervously. “Did people ever,” he started. “I don't know, not take your academic achievements seriously, just because you were good at sports?”

Finn tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

Robbie huffed. “It's just- sometimes people ask me why I even bother with school, you know? When I've got a scholarship to play basketball in college and everything. Especially stuff like English. They don't understand.”

“Well,” Finn said, resting his hands on the desk. “You can always just enjoy school. That's not their business. My teammates teased me all the time, but I found a purpose in retirement outside of hockey, you know?” He glanced at the shelf of books he kept at the back of the room. He let students check them out, and they were filled with his own annotations. Some of them even had Leo’s, from all the times he'd read and reread Finn’s books from college. Finn smiled. “And even if I hadn't made it to the NHL, academics gave me something else that I would've been happy doing.”

Robbie’s eyebrows shot up. “You would've still been an English teacher?”

Finn nodded, smiling widely. “Oh, I absolutely would've. But I'm grateful I played hockey. Met my husbands.”

Robbie considered this for a moment. “And do you think that you and your husbands would've still gotten together, even if you hadn't played hockey?” At Finn’s silence, Robbie’s eyes widened. He spoke nervously. “I'm really sorry, you're not supposed to ask a teacher that.”

Finn laughed. “No, it's okay.” He thought for a moment. In his head he could imagine him and Leo running into one another in a bookstore, both reaching for the same trashy romance novels they read when they were really tired. “They definitely would have. Leo loves to read as much as I do, we would've gotten along really well. And Logan…” He paused again. He could picture Logan’s green eyes and smile so vividly. “Well, he'd be hard to get rid of in any lifetime. He's pretty stubborn. And he likes to be read to.” 

Robbie chuckled, shouldering his backpack. “Well, he fights on the ice like he's stubborn, so I'm not surprised.”

Finn grinned, then blinked hard, eyes going to his watch. “Speaking off, I've got to get going soon. Gotta catch my husbands before warm-ups tonight.” He clapped Robbie on the shoulder. “Have a good break, bud.”

Robbie smiled. “You, too, Mr. O'Hara.”

Finn watched him walk out of the room. Just as he stepped through the doorway, Marianne approached him. She was rubbing her arm nervously and talking a mile a minute. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wide, but Robbie’s smile was so big that it seemed to relax her shoulders slightly. She swung her backpack around onto one arm, reaching inside to pull out Pride and Prejudice, sticky notes sticking out of the top. Marianne pointed to something on the page and continued talking. It was obvious that she wanted Robbie to follow along, but all he could do was stare at her, a small smile on his face. When she realized this, she paused, blushing, and fidgeted with the corners of the pages nervously. Robbie said something gently and gestured towards the library, which was at the end of the hall and open until late in the afternoon. Marianne nodded and they walked off together. Finn smiled at their retreating forms.

“Mr. O'Hara?”

Finn jumped slightly. He turned to find another student, Daniel, standing by Finn’s desk nervously. Finn eased his shoulders and smiled. “Hey, man. What's up?”

Daniel blushed. “I was wondering if I could get an extension on the essay,” he said, his Austrian accent thick with nerves.

Finn tilted his head. “Daniel, I can only do that so much for you. You're taking an AP class.”

His face flushed even more. “I know, it's just- the English is harder than what I was expecting. I'm struggling to analyze it.”

Finn sighed. He crossed his arms and leaned his hip against his desk. “Tell you what. I have an idea, okay? And if it doesn't work, I'll give you an extension, but I want you to try. The exam is in three weeks.”

Daniel nodded eagerly. “Okay.”

Finn reached for a photo frame on his desk. It was of him and Logan and Leo on the Harvard campus at sunset. They'd gone for a visit to see a football game and to go to the library, where Finn had led them both to a dark corner and kissed them breathless. Finn smiled at the memory. He turned the frame for Daniel to see. 

“My husband, Logan. The shorter one,” he said. “He's from Quebec, so English is his second language.” He looked up to find Daniel staring hard at the photo. “I used to read to him in college to help him understand the hard texts. He found it easier, sometimes, to hear the words and talk about them with someone.”

Daniel nodded. “That's nice.” He looked at Finn. “But what do I do?”

Finn smiled at him. “What if you got Jesse to read to you? He's doing great in AP Lang, and he's an incredible writer. He took my class last year when he was a junior.”

Daniel blushed even harder, stark against his golden hair. Finn had suspected for a long time that he and Jesse liked each other, even if they didn't know it. When Daniel had moved their sophomore year from Austria, Jesse had taken right to him, inviting him to join the tennis team and always being an ear to listen, even when Daniel struggled to find the words. Finn felt his heart ache a little for them. He wanted to give them a push in the right direction, but he more than anyone knew that these things took time. So he settled for looking at Daniel's unsure face over his glasses. 

“I think you should try it, Daniel. He's a good friend, he'd be happy to help. He can read you passages, talk them out with you, read your essay back to you.”

Daniel nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, he's a good friend.” He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, taking one last look at the photo in Finn's hands. “Thank you, Mr. O'Hara. I will try it, and let you know if I still need an extension.”

Finn grinned widely. “Sounds good.” He jerked his head towards the door. “Now get outta here. I gotta go watch my husbands play some stick and puck.”

Daniel nodded with a shy smile, saying a quiet goodbye before walking out of the room in that slightly nervous way he always did. Finn laughed softly. It seemed like years ago he watched Logan carry himself the same way, guarded against a language he wasn't totally confident in. Not anymore, though. Now he could take Finn and Leo apart in two languages, whispered in their ear in the early morning or gasped in their bedroom late at night. Or both. Even watching him yell on the ice got Finn all toasty. 

Finn sighed wistfully, taking another look at the picture in his hands. He turned, placing it in its rightful place on his desk alongside all the others. There were loads of pictures spread all around his desk area, even hung up on the wall behind him. Some were of him and his Lions or Harvard teammates, some with his family. Most, however, were of him and Finn and Leo, or some combination thereof, all wrapped up in one another and smiling in every frame. Finn hadn't known that delirious happiness could be so long lasting, but he was now falling more in love each and every day and living a more blissful life than he could have imagined. True happiness, he supposed, was one of those feelings that was almost unshakeable. 

Finn checked his watch one more time and hissed through his teeth. He grabbed the grading he'd need to do over the weekend and his bag, rushing to lock his classroom door and jog down the stairs. He waved to the secretary, Mx. Tulane, on the way out and searched frantically for his keys. Logan would've laughed at him, and Leo would've gently scolded him for never putting them in the same place, and all Finn could think about was blue eyes and dark brown hair and the greatest love he'd ever known. He was desperate for some good luck kisses.

An hour later saw him slightly out of breath and flashing his pass to the stadium security guards, jogging to where he knew his husbands would both be. He was correct, and found them on their pre-game loop around the back halls of the stadium. Logan had used to warm up on the bikes, but ever since returning to Gryffindor he joined Leo in his and Finn's old warm-up.

I don't want soleil to be warming up alone anymore, he'd said. And I've spent too much time away from you both to do it anymore than I have to now. Plus, then you always know where to find us to kiss us before the game.

Indeed, Finn had known where to find them. They were running ahead of him, both in their spandex and some shorts. They were talking happily, and Leo said something that made Logan shove him playfully. Leo just laughed. It sounded like sunshine.

Finn couldn't contain his excitement anymore and ran forward. At the last second, Logan heard his footsteps and turned, eyes widening in delight. He slowed down, expecting Finn to stop, but Finn just kept running. He bent down and wrapped his arms securely around Logan's waist, picking him up and jogging a few steps before halting and squeezing him tightly. Logan was laughing freely, more freely than he did with anyone else, as Leo slowed down, too, with a smile on his face.

“Hey, teach,” Leo said. He looked Finn up and down. “You look hot.”

“Hi, butter baby,” Finn said. “And my Lolo.”

Logan wriggled around in protest, but Finn just held him tighter and kissed his cheek a few times. Logan was still laughing and turned his head to cup Finn's jaw, bringing him into a proper kiss. Finn sighed against his mouth contentedly, setting him down on the ground so he could hold Logan's face firmly with both hands. Logan's fingers were all in his hair and tugging at the strands. Finn felt a bit dizzy.

A warm presence made its way to their sides. “Do I not get a treat, too?”

“Mm,” Finn hummed against Logan’s mouth. “One sec.” He pressed a last firm kiss to Logan's mouth before pulling back with a smile. “Hi, Lo, baby.”

Logan's mouth was red. “Salut.”

Finn kissed his cheek before turning to Leo, grabbing his hips and pulling him flush. “And how's my sunshine?”

“Good,” Leo said. He smiled into Finn's first kiss. “Better, now that I'm with both of you.”

Finn just kissed him deeper. He clutched one arm around Leo's waist and one at the back of his neck, using this leverage to dip him suddenly. Leo gasped against his mouth, grabbing at Finn's shoulders. Finn loved to do this to the both of them, to take them by surprise and romance them, no matter how cheesy they thought him to be. He loved the feeling of their bodies and skin beneath his hands. He didn't think he'd ever tire of it.

After a long moment, Finn broke their kiss, staring down at Leo's flushed face and hair that seemed like it was floating towards the floor. Leo was smiling exasperatedly and lovingly at him. “You sure know how to sweep boys off their feet, huh, O'Hara?”

Finn kissed his forehead. “I've had lots of practice.” He helped Leo stand and opened his arm for Logan to join them. “How are we feeling, lovers?”

Logan kissed his jaw. “Ready. Right, Le?”

Leo traced a finger down Logan’s jaw and leaned down to kiss him lightly. “So ready. Colorado doesn't know what's coming for them.”

Logan leaned into the touch. Finn watched them love each other and smiled. He drew them closer to his body. “I missed you today.” He rested his head on top of Logan's. “I thought of you.”

Leo kissed his forehead. “Oh yeah?”

Finn nodded. “Robbie was nervous about being an academic and an athlete. I think he has a crush on Marianne, who's the smartest girl in school. She's not an athlete.”

“What'd you tell him?” Logan asked. 

Finn closed his eyes and swayed into the warmth of their bodies. “That I have husbands who like to read or be read to, and even if I hadn't played hockey and had chosen to just go into teaching, they would've loved me regardless.” He paused, then snorted lightly. “Oh, and Jesse and Daniel are totally crushing on each other. Jesse is going to help him with the hard English.” Finn could feel Logan’s smile against his shoulder.

“Mm,” Leo said into Finn's hair. “You mean we could've had a sexy English teacher from the beginning?”

Finn squeezed his hip. “Hey, you loved when I played hockey. I was a very sexy seventeen.”

“Ouais, you were,” Logan laughed. “The sexiest seventeen.” He kissed Finn's shoulder and Leo's chest. “Allez, we need to finish our warm-up.”

“Go on,” Finn said. He kissed them both hard once more each and patted their butts firmly. “I love you, good luck, I love you, you'll be amazing, I love you. Have I mentioned that I love you?”

Leo kissed his forehead and ran away. When he was far enough down the hallway, he turned to jog backwards. “I love you!” he shouted, eyes twinkling. “C'mon, Lo, I'll race you back!”

Logan pressed a fleeting kiss to Finn's cheek. “Je t'aime,” he said, then he was off and chasing after Leo. Leo's smile was bright and toothy, Logan yelling at him in French and him responding in kind, both of them laughing hard. 

Finn couldn't help the fond feeling that arose in his chest as he watched them run away. He missed them with every step they took, but no matter- they'd be back in his arms in a couple of hours, ready to go home and read a book before bed. Finn bit his lip around a grin and turned to go to the family box.

can you write something about the cubs seeing each others childhood rooms/homes for the first time?

we kind of got a little with Leo’s home in NOLA and that moment of Logan thinking about walking through the house and “looking for signs of him” was just so freaking precious I NEED MORE

I just imagine in my mind leo had an attic room that was floor to ceiling wall to wall book shelves and Finn just being OBSESSED and them seeing old pictures of each other ugh it would just be so adorable

:)

TW: MCD spoilers in Little Women!

Credits to @lumosinlove

This was all he needed, Logan thought as he watched Leo and Finn unload Leo's Jeep. He roved his eyes over Leo's forearms, starkly tan against the white cooler, even in the porch light. Finn whispered something to him and kissed his cheeks, taking the cooler from him with a smile. Leo looked pleased and content. Something settled in his shoulders, being in NOLA, Logan could tell. He wanted to feel the relaxed muscles and put a hand on Leo's lower back. 

Leo turned to look down at him. “Hi, sweetheart.” He kissed Logan softly on the forehead. “You okay?”

Logan nodded, tucking his nose into Leo's shoulder. “Ouais. Merci, for today.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed. “Thanks for the boat ride.”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “Just the boat ride?”

Logan felt warm as Finn's cheeks and ears flushed around his freckled grin. “And other things.”

Leo leaned over to kiss his forehead, too. “You're welcome, sweetheart.” He patted Logan's waist. “Bed time, c'mon. I'll clean the cooler while you get in the shower.”

Finn and Logan tried to insist on helping, but Leo waved them off and distractedly put ice packs back in the freezer. They each took one last look at his long, lean legs before quietly creeping up the stairs.

Leo's bedroom was set at the end of the hall, right beside another door. Logan and Finn glanced at it curiously before opening the door to Leo's room. Logan felt something nestle deep in his chest.

The room even smelled like Leo. It was warm and inviting, and meticulously organized, as all his things were. His bed was neatly made, pillows fluffed against the headboard with a stuffed duck resting on them, and there were three books stacked on the night stand beside it. His dresser held other little signs of him: his cologne, his Honors Society cord, some birthday cards, a couple photos. Most of them looked old. There was one of Leo and his parents on the boat when he was little, another of him and his cousins on Leo's draft day. But then there was a photo without a frame, leaning against a tournament trophy. Logan peered closer and smiled softly. “Rouge, ici.”

“Mm?” Finn asked. He looked up from where he was getting their toiletry bags and pajamas. “What is it, baby?”

“Allez, look.”

Finn walked over and rested his chin on Logan's shoulder, arms tight around his waist. Logan leaned back into his body. He felt as Finn smiled against his neck with an amused sound. “He’s just such a sweetheart, isn't he?”

“Ouais,” Logan sighed happily.

He reached to touch the edges of the photo. It was of the three of them at Dumo's cup party just a few weeks previous. Finn was in the middle, a hand tight around each of their waists and a big smile on his face. Logan was leaning against him, expression soft and tired, and maybe a bit tipsy. He and Leo had their arms crossed over Finn's abdomen, Logan's strong hand rubbing Leo's forearm. On Finn's other side, Leo had his head tilted with a wide, happy grin, his blue eyes twinkling and his cheeks a gorgeous shade of blushing red. Logan ran his thumb over it. For such a new photo, the edges were frayed. 

“I forgot we took that,” Finn commented. He kissed Logan’s skin. “I wonder when he printed it.”

As if on cue, they heard Leo's footsteps approaching. The door opened slowly, and Finn and Logan both turned to look. When Leo saw them, he smiled widely. “Hi.” He saw where they were facing and glanced between them and the photo. His cheeks flushed. “Oh. You found it.”

Finn reached a hand out to draw Leo to them. Logan pressed his nose into Leo's chest before looking up at him. “When did you print it?”

Leo's face got even redder. “The day I arrived here in New Orleans.”

Finn bit his lip in amusement and nudged Leo's jaw with his nose. “But the edges are frayed.”

“I just missed you,” Leo whispered, obviously slightly sheepish. “I hold it when I go to bed.”

Logan shifted him and Finn so he was facing Leo directly. He reached up to tangle his hand in Leo's hair, drawing him down for a kiss. “Je t'adore.”

“You're so good, baby,” Finn said. He pressed a hand to Leo's cheek. “What did we do to deserve you?”

Leo just shrugged and kissed his palm. “Good things.”

Finn smiled and brought his hand down to caress Leo's ribs. They stood there in silence for a minute before Finn let out a noise. “Hey, what's the other door out there?”

Leo's grin was all teeth. “Oh! C'mon, I'll show you.” Then he was out the door.

Finn and Logan looked at one another curiously before following. Leo put a finger to his lips then crept up a winding stairwell of the now-open secret door. They ascended slowly, careful to limit the creaking. When they reached the top, Leo flicked on a light. Finn let out a gasp and a laugh. “Oh my God!”

Leo turned to them and smiled proudly. Lined along the walls of the small attic were a couple of bookshelves overflowing with novels. Beside them was a rocking chair and a small ottoman, Winnie the Pooh pillows resting on top of each of them.

Finn took a step forward and touched along the spine of a hardback. He smiled softly. “Peanut, this is amazing.”

Leo looked proud and pleased as he stepped behind Finn to cup his hips. “It's my reading nook.”

Logan walked up to the other bookshelf. There were children's books on the top shelf, but the rest of them were chapter books, a few with French titles. “How long have you had this, mon soleil?”

Leo reached out to wrap and arm around Logan's waist and pull him in. “Since I was about seven. We don't have a lot of extra stuff, and we have the cellar, so Dad and I found some disassembled bookshelves and the rocking chair at yard sales, then fixed them up here. Also got a used AC unit and repaired it, too. That's how I learned to use a drill.”

Finn looked over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. “You can use a drill?”

Leo looked smug. “Sure can.”

“Hot.” Finn went back to flicking through the book he was holding. “I can't believe we've never heard of this place before.”

Leo blushed a little. “I wanted to wait until you came home with me for the first time. To surprise you with it.”

Finn turned in Leo's arms, book clutched to his chest, and kissed him. “Best surprise ever.”

Leo smiled into Finn's next kiss. “I'm glad you like it.” He kissed Finn once more, than Logan's forehead. “C'mon, choose a book. We can read it before bed.”

Finn considered a few before picking up a well-worn paperback with a nod. He looked up at them softly. The warm light made his eyes look almost golden. “Okay. Let's go shower and go to bed.”

Leo nudged him down the steps before turning to Logan. He, too, looked golden in the light. “You coming, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais.” He stepped into Leo's space and leaned up for a kiss. “Je t'aime.”

Leo touched their foreheads together. “I love you. Thanks for letting me take you home.”

“Toujours,” Logan whispered. “Always.”

Then he laced their fingers together and followed Leo down the stairs. 

***

Finn took a deep breath as he glanced up the stairway towards where he knew Logan's bedroom was. The Tremblay family was still wrapped up in welcoming Logan home and welcoming Leo for the first time. Iva had Leo wrapped in a hug, speaking fast French to him and making him laugh. It relieved Finn a bit to see him smiling. This house held a lot of good memories for Finn, but also a lot of strained ones: longing looks at Logan's back in the mornings, yearning desire whenever Logan took off his shirt to help his parents in the garden. He hoped that it would only hold good memories for Leo, touched by nothing bad save for the initial anxiety of entering into a world he hadn't been a part of previously. 

Finn took another breath and settled a hand on Leo's back, who was picking up his duffel bag.

Leo turned to him and stepped closer. His eyes were soft, maybe a little relieved, as they met Finn's own. “You alright, honey?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Just love you.”

Leo smiled. “I love you, too.” He glanced up the stairwell briefly, then behind him. Marius and Iva had disappeared into the kitchen, and now it was just Logan and his sisters chatting away in rapid French. Leo leaned in closer. His beautiful blue eyes pinned Finn where he was. “It's okay to be nervous, sweetheart. You both hurt for a long time.”

Finn sighed and closed his eyes. Leo always saw right through him. “I know. I know.” He leaned into the hand Leo settled on his waist and opened his eyes with a soft smile. “But it's okay now. Because he loves me. And I love him.” He swayed into Leo's warm body. “And we both love you, how special is that?”

Leo grinned. “Pretty special.” He nodded towards the stairs. “Let's go put our stuff down. Then Lo said he wanted to take us for a drive.” 

Finn nodded and picked up his and Logan's bags before leading Leo up the stairs. Leo pressed a hand to his lower back as they made their way to the end of the hall where Logan's bedroom was. “I love you,” he whispered into Finn's ear.

Finn turned to blindly kiss his shoulder before slowly opening the door. 

He didn't know what he expected, coming back into Logan's childhood room- most of his stuff was in Gryffindor anyways. But there were still little signs of him. A poster of Lightning McQueen that Finn had chirped him for so hard still hung on the wall; his sisters had given it to him for his sixteenth birthday after they spent the whole day having a Pixar Movie marathon during Christmas break. There was a singular book on his bedside table- the original version of Little Women. Finn had helped him read it his freshman year. Logan had tried to hide it, but he'd cried when Beth had died. Propped up on the pillows, probably done by Iva, was a stuffed moose. Finn forgot the name. He hadn't seen it since college.

He heard Leo laugh quietly from near the dresser. “Look at you both.”

Finn turned abruptly, heart beating a little faster in his chest. Leo was holding a picture frame delicately in his fingers. Finn rested his chin on Leo's shoulder to get a closer look. His breath caught. “Oh.”

It must have been taken Finn's senior year. In the photo, he and Logan were sat on OKN’s old couch, a pile of books and papers on the coffee table in front of them. They each had their Harvard Hockey sweatshirts on, Logan with his hood pulled up over his hair. It was long and slightly curly in the picture. His head was resting against Finn’s shoulder, Finn's temple pressed to his. Finn didn't even know a photo had been taken. All he remembered was one moment they were pulling an all -nighter, and the next he'd woken up slumped awkwardly with an aching neck, Logan awake and making coffee in the kitchen. He hadn't realized Logan had slept beside him. He'd assumed Logan had left him to sleep alone.

As if summoned, there was a rap of knuckles on the door. “Salut.”

Both Leo and Finn turned. Leo was smiling at Logan. Finn didn't know what he looked like, but it must have caused concern, because both his boys immediately furrowed their eyebrows. 

“Rouge,” Logan said, stepping forward to cup Finn's face in his hands. “What's wrong?”

Finn blinked. “I didn't know we slept together.”

Logan's smile was confused. “Quoi?” Leo nudged him and gestured to the photo. Logan blushed, then looked sheepishly back at Finn. “Oh. Percy took that.”

Finn shook his head. “I don't remember that.”

Logan laughed nervously. “You were really asleep.” He took a deep breath, then moved his hands to cup Finn’s neck. He pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling away. His green eyes were soft and loving.

“I kept that on my bedside table all of senior year,” he said. He shrugged. “I missed you, mon coeur.”

Finn breathed in through his nose and pressed their foreheads together. He closed his eyes. “I missed you, too.” He kissed Logan briefly. “But now you're right in front of me.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. “Ici, rouge.”

Finn wrapped his arms around Logan's waist and squeezed, holding him there for a moment. When he pulled away, he found Leo leaning against Logan's bedside table, still looking at the photo. He was biting his lip and stroking his thumb over the edge of the frame. Finn looked at Logan and they both smiled. Finn turned. “Hey sunshine?”

Leo’s eyes were surprised. “Hm?”

“You wanna sleep together?”

They all burst out laughing, their bodies shaking. Leo clutched the photo to his chest and stepped into their space. His blue eyes were happy and twinkly, and Finn and Logan were so, so in love with him. 

“Yeah,” he said softly, lovingly. “You know what, I just might.”

***

“Boys, I'd like everything out of there by five! We've got reservations at the nice new French place at six thirty!”

Leo watched as Alex and Finn simultaneously rolled their eyes at their mother's voice in the exact same way. Leo knew they grumbled at being compared to one another, but they were so similar it was almost scary. 

“And don't roll your eyes at me!”

They both flushed red. Finn glanced towards where his mother's voice had come from in the kitchen, where she was making tea. “How did she-?”

“No fucking clue,” Alex said. He sighed. “Okay, let's do this.” He turned to Kasey and Natalie with a pout. “Help?”

Natalie bounced on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Nope!” she said, heading into the kitchen. “This is man labor. Your mom and I are trying out some new tea from the tea box I got her for her birthday.” 

Alex groaned. “Really?” He turned his head towards the kitchen doorway. “Mom! Is it true your stealing my girlfriend?”

“Oh, yes! Natalie, dear, come here, I've started with the white and peach tea!”

Natalie winked. “Coming!” she called, then was sliding away towards the kitchen.

Alex watched her for a moment then sighed, shoulders sagging. “Damn. Mom’s just robbing us.”

Finn poked him in the side. “Nuh uh, she's not robbing me.”

Alex stuck his tongue out just as Haley’s voice sounded once again through the doorway. “Logan, honey, you come here, too! I found a mint one I think you'll like!”

Finn’s eyes bulged. “How does she even know that?”

Logan just smirked. “That's my cue.” He kissed Finn's cheek, then stood on his toes to press his warm lips to Leo's. “Have fun.” Then he, too, slunk out of the living room.

Finn looked dejectedly at Leo. “You won't leave me, will you?”

Leo glanced at him, then at Alex, who had a similar expression directed at Kasey, and rolled his eyes fondly. “C'mon, O'Hara boys. Time to clean your rooms.”

Alex wrinkled his nose as Kasey brought him under his arm. “You're not my mom.”

Leo snorted. “Don't I know it.”

Alex looked like he was about to protest, but Kasey tugged his hand. “Let's go, Al. We've gotta take care of that mess.”

Alex scowled as Kasey dragged him down the hallway. “It is not!”

Leo watched them go amusedly, then turned back to look at Finn. He looked a little tired from the drive up that morning, the skin under his eyes more purple than normal. Leo rubbed his thumbs over it and kissed his nose. “C'mon, sweetheart. We've gotta move the rest of your stuff out. I'll help.”

Finn nodded and leaned into Leo's hands briefly. “Okay. Okay, let's go.”

Leo didn't really know why Alex and Finn still had lots of stuff left in their childhood brownstone home, especially considering they spent lots of time in the city and had plenty of opportunities to grab stuff- and the fact that they were both in their twenties and had moved out a long time ago. But Haley had declared enough was enough, and here they were, ready to tackle a host of childhood memories and to decide whether to keep or donate them.

Finn led the way down the hallway, past where they could hear Alex and Kasey laughing in Alex's own room, to a brown door. Leo had never been inside the O'Hara's home before, nevermind Finn's room. There wasn't really a need to come when Alex had his apartment and Logan had his. Most of the time, they went out to dinner because there were so many of them, or Leo cooked a nice meal at Logan's place. He wanted to look for all the little signs of Finn, just like he had in Logan's room. 

Finn opened the door carefully and whistled. “Damn, it's been a while.” He stepped aside and swept his arm. “After you, sunshine.”

Leo pressed a hand to his waist in thanks and stepped through the doorway.

It definitely was Finn's room. Not messy, but a little disorganized: trinkets on the dresser, a Rangers poster on the wall, a Harvard flag, a stuffed bulldog with a hockey jersey on the bed, books piled high on every available surface- even a stack on the floor. Leo was surprised Haley hadn't moved them. 

What really caught his eye, however, were the photos on his dresser. 

Most of them looked like they were from college. There was Alex and Finn on Finn’s draft day; Percy and Finn obviously drunk off their asses and hanging off of one another with streamers in their hair; Finn and Will standing together on the ice in their jerseys and smiling, Will with a C on his shoulder and Finn with an A. Leo smiled- he liked putting the pieces of Finn and Logan together, separately and individually. They'd spent so long intertwined, and that's what most of the Harvard stories they told him were about, but it warmed him to think they still had their own friends, their own people, their own experiences. Leo loved them both endlessly in all their multifacetedness. 

The photo on the far right made him stop. It was of Finn and Logan in a backyard somewhere. String lights shone behind them. Finn had his arm tightly over Logan's shoulders, Logan's head resting in the crook of his elbow. They were both smiling widely, obviously a little tipsy. Their jaws were a little less defined, their shoulders less broad, their legs slimmer. They looked so young. 

Two hands came to rest on Leo's hips. “That was the first fall we met,” Finn whispered into Leo’s shoulder. “Even then I was already falling in love with him.”

Leo swallowed around a lump in his throat. It hurt him, to think of them hurting. It hurt, selfishly, to think about the fact he didn't know them then; if they would have even been friends, much less lovers.

Finn seemed to sense the tension lingering in his body, because he wrapped Leo up tighter and pressed their bodies close together. Leo could feel the warmth and solid muscle of Finn, even through their sweatshirts. 

“I love you,” Finn said. “We love you. You make everything worth it, sunshine, because we got you.”

“I know,” Leo replied softly, leaning back against Finn's chest. “Sometimes I just- I imagine I was there. In school, making friends, studying, laying on the grass. Playing hockey, going to parties, laughing. Being young in that way.” He sighed and closed his eyes. “I always imagine it as being fall.”

Finn smiled against Leo's neck. “Fall in New England is pretty.”

Leo tilted his head sideways to rest against Finn's. “Can we go someday? During the fall?”

Finn nodded eagerly and kissed his jaw softly. “Whatever you want, baby. I'll take you everywhere.”

Leo let out a happy sound and turned his head to kiss Finn on the lips. Finn’s mouth was gentle and loving, pinning Leo in place in the way only he and Logan could do. Leo had never been kissed with such care and focus until he'd kissed them.

“Oh.” A voice interrupted them. They smiled against one another's mouths and then turned to look at Logan in the doorway. He looked them up and down carefully before nodding to the tray in his hands. “Haley made you tea.”

Finn squeezed Leo's waist one more time before walking to take the tray from Logan with a kiss. “Thanks, baby.” He set the tray on the bed and picked up a red mug with a fish on it. “What'd she make?”

“Lady Grey for you,” Logan said. He picked up a mug with flowers and walked over to Leo. “And a green and raspberry tea for you, Le.” He stopped when he saw where Leo was looking at. When he saw the photo, he smiled. “Oh.” He turned to look at Finn. “That was a long time ago, non?”

Finn nodded around his sip. “Your freshman year.”

Logan hummed, then leaned into Leo's chest. “Allez,” he said, tilting the mug towards Leo's lips. “Ça va, mon soleil?”

Leo nodded, reaching up to wrap his fingers gently around Logan's wrists. “It's good.” He kissed Logan's forehead and moved one arm down to wrap around his waist. “Thank you.”

“Hey,” Finn said suddenly. “Look here.”

They both turned to find Finn standing there with his phone. The warmth of the mug pressed into Leo's chest where Logan was holding it between them. He pressed his fingers into Logan's lower back to bring him closer and smiled. He felt Logan’s forehead rest against his collarbone. He could imagine his smile: sheepish and content, his green eyes peering out at the camera. 

Finn stayed there for a moment, then brought his phone down. He looked out over his classes at the screen and smiled. “Perfect,” he said. His eyes moved to look at them. His teeth were white against his freckled skin. “I'm printing this when we get home. Gonna blow it up and frame it in the living room for everyone to see.”

Leo laughed. “No you're not.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Watch me.” He walked up to them and wrapped an arm around each of their waists. He kissed their cheeks softly. “I love you.”

“Love you,” Logan sighed. He nuzzled into Leo's sweatshirt neck, then tilted his head up. Leo brushed his thick hair back off his forehead so he could gaze at his eyes. Logan grinned softly and leaned up for a kiss. “Allez,” he said against Leo's mouth. “Let's clean.”

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.”

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.

A little Cubs engagement fic I wrote inspired by @lumosinlove and her amazing OCs. Haz, thank you for this wonderful universe! Go Lions! (And Bruins) 🦁🐻

Leo let out a groan as he stretched in the mid-morning light coming through their curtains, their bedroom warm and a bit stuffy from the summer heat. He felt Logan’s soft hair on his chest, bobbing a little bit with the movement of him arching his back. Logan’s breath was coming out in soft puffs against his pecs, and Leo heard the hitch that signaled he was waking up. Leo smiled, eyes still closed, and felt a hand scratch through his hair.

“Morning, baby.”

Leo turned to look at Finn, who was propped up against some pillows, book in hand and his glasses perched on the end of his nose. He continued carding Leo’s hair back from his head, and Leo tilted his face to kiss his palm gently. “Hi.”

Finn breathed out a soft laugh, pushed his glasses up, then turned to look down at Logan, moving his hand down to rub at Logan’s back. “Up and at ‘em, Tremblay.”

Logan scrunched his eyes and buried his face further into Leo. “Non,” he grumbled. “Nous sommes en vacances. Vacation.”

Finn just laughed, setting his book aside and scooting down the bed to prop his chin on Logan’s strong back muscles. “Breakfast. Gym time. Training.”

“Non.”

“Yon. Professional athletes. We still gotta work out during the summer.”

Logan just groaned even louder, but sighed happily as Finn began peppering kisses down his back, working his way down to the dip of Logan’s waist where the sheets were pooled. “Ouais, feels good, rouge.”

Finn just looked up at Leo, grinning with a glint in his eye, and bit at the fleshy bit of Logan’s skin just beside his spine. Logan hissed, and finally looked up, turning his green eyes on Leo’s face. Leo just bit his lip, grinning, and reached his hand down to press the pad of his thumb to Logan’s mouth, catching on his full lower lip. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Logan closed his eyes and smiled dreamily for a moment, before wiggling his way out of the sheets and scrambling up to straddle Leo’s lap. Leo laughed, opening his arms and letting Logan all but flop down on top of him, tucking his face into his neck where his dark hair was curling as he grew it out. Logan sighed deeply, pressing his lips to Leo’s neck, then reaching one arm behind him. “Fish, ici.”

Finn scoffed, but complied, straddling Leo’s knees and lower thighs and wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist. “Man oh man, you are a bossy one, aren’t you?”

“Non.”

“Uh huh, yon.”

Leo could feel Logan’s grin against his neck, and looked over Logan’s shoulder to Finn, who had been leaning his head against Logan’s hair. He looked up to meet Leo’s eyes, then smiled at him. Leo only had just enough time to smile back before Finn was leaning in and kissing him softly. “Howdy, nutter butter baby.”

Leo just looked at him. “Love you.”

That made Finn really smile, bright and giddy, and he leaned in to kiss Leo harder, firmer. They were abruptly split apart by Logan moving his head back, twisting his torso around and reaching back with his right hand to cup the back of Finn’s neck. He looked between the two of them briefly, kissing Finn gently, then turning to Leo and kissing him short and hard. “Je vous aime.”

A noise escaped Finn that was a mixture of a laugh and a groan, and he suddenly launched himself forward, crushing Logan into Leo’s chest, causing them all to laugh. “What is this, ‘make Finn cry morning’? Stop looking at me like that, holy moley.”

“Oh?” Leo teased. 

Finn rolled his eyes. “Not really, but think of my poor heart right now, Knut.”

Leo snorted. “Last name. Guess I’m in real trouble.”

Logan peeked out at him from under his eyelashes. “That sounds like fun.”

Finn patted his hip. “It might just be, Tremblay.” He sat up and rolled out of the bed, his long, summer-freckled torso on display as he stretched. Logan and Leo just watched him. “Alright, now it’s really time to seize the day.” He turned to look at them, his face softening. “Seriously, you keep looking at me like that and we aren’t making it to the gym.”

Logan just looked at him while biting just beside Leo’s nipple, making Leo jump a little in shock. “Lo, we gotta go,” he chastised gently.

“Non.”

“Yes, ouais, we do.”

“Ways, babes, let’s go.”

Logan just grumbled at Finn’s French, pushing himself up on his elbows, kissing Leo and rolling out of his bed. “Café.”

Finn slipped his arms around Logan’s waist, giving his butt a firm pat and a squeeze. “You don’t deserve to call your sugar monstrosity coffee, baby, but I love the spirit.”

Logan rolled his eyes so hard they almost went back into his skull, but he reached up and squeezed Finn’s cheeks anyways. “C’est du cafe.”

Finn narrowed his eyes but accepted Logan’s kiss anyways, his forehead relaxing. They pulled apart, and looked back at Leo, Finn extending his hand. “Le, you coming?”

Leo nodded. “Just a sec, gonna put clothes on.”

Logan tilted his head, giving Leo’s body a once-over. “You don’t need clothes for breakfast. Mais tu es déjà magnifique.”

Leo blushed, but stood to go over to their dresser. “Yeah, but you know how I feel about my bare feet on the floors. I’ll be two minutes.”

Logan seemed to decide this was acceptable and grabbed Finn’s hand, walking out to the kitchen. Leo stood there for a minute staring at the drawers, listening to the coffee machine start up and Logan and Finn’s gentle conversation. He bit his bottom lip and rung his hands briefly, opening up his drawer and bypassing all the socks in the front, reaching back for a pair of blue wool socks Logan had bought him last winter from a wool shop in New York. They’d arrived in a package, along with a green pair, a red pair, and a note that had said, "Found these when I went out shopping with Alex. They’re handmade by a woman from Patagonia, she owns the shop. I know how much you love handmade things, and how your feet get cold in the winter. Je t’aime, mon couer." Leo had cried when he received them, in the middle of the hockey season in February, only having seen Logan for a few days over Christmas and New Year’s, and briefly during the All Star break. That was always the worst part of the season, the stretch of months in between holidays and summer, where they didn’t have many spare moments to visit one another. It never got any easier, even after managing it for a few years now. Missing Logan was a constant ache, a piece of him and Finn not very far, technically speaking, but not present all the same. Video calls, phone calls, and packages were all well and good, but it would never compare to the feeling of Logan waking up on his chest, of Finn’s arms reaching across to hold both of their bodies. Leo guessed he could only feel lucky to have such a loving, tender ache- not everybody got that. Sometimes he wanted to cup that feeling and pull it close to his chest, where he could guard it and keep it warm and light.

Unraveling the pair of socks, he let the black ring box tumble out into his hand. He opened the lid, taking out the two rings to examine them. Finn’s- rose-gold that would match his hair, the woman had said at the store- was engraved with stars around the band; Leo could still remember the rush he felt the first time he kissed Finn on the balcony, and looked up at the fake plastic stars that were somehow still stuck to their ceiling; a surprise from Finn a few years ago, about two weeks after they started dating. He had walked into the apartment to find Leo cooking at the stove, Logan standing behind him with his arms around Leo’s waist, and held up the bag with such a big smile that Leo had almost melted right then and there. They’d eaten and then spent probably far too long putting the stars up on the ceiling, Logan insisting that they try to accurately replicate the Leo constellation. That had been one of Leo’s free-fall moments, as he liked to call them: those moments where he knew he was already in love, even if it was far too early to say it yet. 

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he looked back down at the rings, rubbing his thumb over Logan’s. The silver matched his necklace, the fleur-de-lis engravings reflecting his ties to the language he used to love them. In the quietest, most tender moments, even if Finn had no idea what he was saying, he always was gentle when he talked to them in French. Often, when Leo couldn’t sleep, they would both just talk to one another, quietly in the dark. In those tired moments, and in the most difficult ones, it was always harder for Logan to express how he was feeling in English, even though he had been speaking it consistently for years now. Leo cherished that trust, that vulnerability that Logan shared with him more than he could ever put into words, in either language. He would just respond to Logan likewise, kiss his hand, brush his hair back from his face, and get so lost in his deep green eyes he wondered how he would ever get back out- or if he would ever want to. The only shame in getting completely lost in Logan’s eyes would be the fact that, if he did that, he wouldn’t be able to look at Finn’s. He supposed having two pairs of eyes to get lost in forever wasn’t so bad.  

They had plans to go out to dinner the following night, at the really nice vegetarian-vegan place Leo had discovered a few months back. Then he was going to take them back to the apartment, where he would make them strawberry shortcake and get down on one knee- and hopefully make them his forever. Not that they already weren’t, but Leo wanted the ceremony, the vows, he wanted his mama and his dad there- he wanted to kiss them and feel that adrenaline of a life-long promise, regardless of the presence of others, and he wanted to dance with them, and take them to bed after-

He inhaled sharply at the last image, his cheeks heating up as he stuffed the rings back in their box and into the socks, shoving them to the back of the drawer. He then pulled on some ankle socks and grabbed some workout clothes from the closet. Logan would probably pout about the fact that he couldn’t press kisses to Leo’s bare chest over breakfast, but Leo didn’t want them thinking he had spent all this time in here just putting on socks. As if on cue, he heard footsteps coming down the hallway and Finn’s tell-tale rhythmic rap of his knuckles on the doorframe. “Le? You alright?”

Leo turned and looked at him, lean body on display, a bit softer from the summer, but still strong. His hands- which Logan and Leo had both agreed that they could stare at forever- were clutching onto the doorframe, making the veins in his forearms strain slightly. Leo bit his lip and smiled, making Finn smile, which quickly turned to confused surprise as Leo rushed forward and gripped his face hard between his palms, kissing him soundly. Leo felt Finn relax and make a soft noise, arms slipping around his waist as he indulged in Leo’s mouth insistently. 

“Hey!” came Logan’s voice. “Ce qui se passe? Am I missing something?”

Leo grinned as he pulled away from Finn, who still had a look of surprise on his face. “What-”

Leo just silenced him with another hard kiss and passed him on the way to the kitchen. Logan was sat at the stools by their counter, eyes narrowed playfully and hands clutched around his coffee mug. “Quoi?”

Leo approached him and wrapped Logan’s legs around his waist as Logan’s arms went around his neck. “Quoi? Tu veux des bisous?”

“Ouais, mais-”

Leo didn’t wait for him to finish, lifting Logan up from the seat from underneath his thighs, causing him to let out a laugh in surprise, which was quickly quieted by Leo’s mouth. Logan let out a groan, a little more wanting than Finn’s had been, and tangled his fingers in Leo’s hair indulgently as his legs tightened around Leo’s waist. Leo could feel that simmering fire, always present beneath Logan’s skin, making its way to the surface. He broke their kiss before it became too heady, their lips breaking apart with a light sound. Logan just looked at Leo, eyes flitting rapidly around his face before breaking out into a devilish smile, eyebrows raised. 

“Jesus,” came Finn’s voice, a little breathless. “Jesus, Leo. Logan. You two drive me crazy.”

Leo just laughed, depositing Logan back into his chair and scooting around to the fridge to get out ingredients for breakfast. “Come on, y’all, the day awaits us.”

Finn scoffed at Leo’s teasing tone, but went to stand behind Logan with his arms draped over his shoulders, both of them watching Leo’s back as he moved around the kitchen. Leo just smiled to himself where they couldn’t see him, and went about whisking their eggs.

***

Sometimes, Logan would be with Finn and Leo and would wonder if he was actually living in a dream. He would just look at them, at Finn’s bright smile and capable hands that held him the way he liked, at Leo’s soft hair and gentle eyes that always seemed to understand him, and he’d just want to melt. Or fall at their feet, and worship them. Or shatter, overwhelmed by his love for them, their love for him, after so long of feeling like he would never be brave enough to love them the way they deserved. And they deserved everything. If he was dreaming, he decided, he would do everything in his power to stay asleep.

They had talked about getting married before, and their future in general, late at night. The past few years, it had mostly been over FaceTime, Logan feeling like he was oceans away from them in New York, even if it was only just three hours. Still, the hockey season kept them busy, and they clung hard to the few times during the season where they could see each other. More often than not, once or twice a month they found time to see each other for a brief thirty-six hour trip in either New York or Gryffindor, but that got hard in the late winter and spring, when the playoffs were approaching. Those months always, for some reason, sparked more and more conversations about their post-hockey life, about their future as a relationship, as a family. Maybe it was because they felt each other’s absence so distinctly in those moments, or maybe because they thought that, deep down, if they were married, if their relationship was somehow more ‘tied-down’ than it already was, then they could convince the league to not split them up- even though that was highly unlikely. They had pondered it, multiple times, sometimes with tears because it hurt so bad, to love so hard and not be near one another; most of the time though, it was with smiles, Finn describing the perfect garden he would build for Leo, and Leo fantasizing about the large kitchen he wanted and enough guest rooms so that ‘all the Tremblays could stay over at once, and the O’Hara’s and the Knut’s, too’. Logan, more often than not, imagined a dog bed and going to a rescue shelter to find one of those mutts Leo liked to pet in the street, and a swingset, and a big bedroom in a house in the quiet part of town, so Finn could go to bed early undisturbed and Leo maybe wouldn’t have as much trouble sleeping. 

For all the times they had talked about getting married, there were only a few times that they had talked about it within the context of them playing on two different teams. Leo had broached the conversation one night, in Logan’s New York apartment, after a regular season game had gone into overtime. Logan thought Leo always looked so good on the ice, with his piercing blue eyes following Logan’s every move. He had felt Finn breathing down his neck a few times against the boards, and it took everything in him not to groan, throw his helmet off, and kiss Finn then and there, hockey be damned. Those games always got Logan’s adrenaline running harder than anything, and afterwards it was only a matter of time before he was ushering Leo and Finn out of Madison Square Garden, or out of the bar where they were with the Lions or the Rangers, and into his apartment, into his bed. Clothes were stripped off, sometimes fast and aggressive, sometimes slow and teasing if Leo and Finn had their way, but always with that gentle reverence, even in the rougher, more grounding touches that Logan loved so much. And with their skin warm against his, their voices in his ear, Finn’s smirk in his eyeline and Leo’s, frankly dangerous, mouth against his thighs, Logan was able to float away for a few hours, with nothing but them, his boys. And they were all his, there with him to overwhelm him and themselves with pleasure and love so blinding he knew, he knew he would forever be changed because he met them, because he loved them, because he got to keep them forever.

It was after one of those nights, when Logan’s desire had finally been satiated- admittedly long after Finn and Leo’s, who had had to resort to just their mouths and hands to finally satisfy him- that Leo had rolled himself over and tucked his face into Logan’s neck, his body heavy on top of Logan’s, peeking out at the both of him with his devastating blue eyes.

“I think I want to get married before we retire.”

Finn, who had been busy stroking up and down Logan’s chest, whose breathing was still heavy in the intensity of his afterglow, abruptly looked up at Leo. “What do you mean, sunshine?”

Leo didn’t answer right away. Logan and Leo were alike in that way, sometimes- in the heaviest moments, it always took them a moment to collect their thoughts. Leo was always more articulate and insightful than Logan was, though. Both Finn and Logan loved that about him, his ability to think so deeply about the most cherished parts of his life. Logan just pushed his nose into Leo’s golden curls, kissing him once, twice, and a third time, holding his lips there and closing his eyes briefly, then glancing at Finn with his mouth still in Leo’s hair. Finally, Leo took a deep breath.

“I just mean… I don’t want to wait for all of us to retire to get married.” He then whimpered slightly and looked away, nose pushing into Logan’s chest.

Finn looked slightly panicked at Leo’s abrupt distress, and climbed over to lay on his stomach beside him, tucking his chin over Leo’s shoulder. “Wow, hey, Le, it’s okay.” When Leo just let out a shaky breath, Finn shook him gently with an arm thrown over his waist. “Leo, Leo, baby, it’s okay. Don’t cry, it’s okay.” He took a deep breath. “I mean, you’re talking about us getting married, there’s nothing that would make me happier than that, quite frankly.”

Leo snorted a little bit at Finn’s humor, but his nose still sounded blocked up. He lifted his head, and Logan saw his eyes bright with tears, a few tracks running down his cheeks. Logan cupped his face tenderly, leaning down to touch their noses together. “Oh, mon soleil, qu'est-ce qui s’est passé?”

“No, nothing, it’s just… I mean, not nothing, I just…” Leo took a shaky breath, and Finn and Logan wrapped him up tighter. “I mean, I know that, Lo, you’re spoken for in New York for a while longer, and Finn and I are going to be in Gryffindor. And I know that even that could change, and I know that it’d be hard, but…” Leo paused, looking at the two of them carefully, so gently that Logan almost could feel himself drowning in him. “I want to marry you two. And I don’t want to wait for hockey to- to let us do that, you know? I don’t want it to be on the league’s terms, I want it to be on ours, and I want to marry you.” Logan held his breath at the last statement, and he thought Finn did, too, by the way in which his throat was bobbing slowly, mouth closed. “I want to marry you. And it’s not ‘just because’, or because it’s just ‘the next step’,” Leo continued, rolling his eyes slightly at himself. “I want to marry you because I want to make that promise to you both. You’re already mine in all the ways that are important, and that matter, but I want that- that unity that comes with the concept of marriage. And I also-” he paused, chewing his lip. “I want to take something that historically hasn’t been meant for us, and make it for us, you know?”

That last part made Logan freeze. Leo had always been much more open and involved in that way in the community than he and Finn had. It was important, for Leo, to always be thinking of the bigger picture. Over the years since they had come out, he had made every effort to take part in the NHL Pride nights, to try and encourage minority youth in hockey, to go and coach training camps and pay for gear to be provided in under-funded communities. Finn and Logan had, of course, gone with him, but it was Leo who had taken the initiative, who had come crying to them one night after a 12-year-old girl had asked him to sign a puck, telling him he was her favorite player, that she played goalie, too, that her and her older sister had painted her goalie pads rainbow colored after she came out to her family. So it made sense, that Leo, laying on them and crying about how much he wanted them, had a desire to challenge the institution of marriage in a very Leo way- with gentleness, with love. Logan sometimes didn’t know what to do with the way Leo carried himself with so much heart- Finn, too. 

Finn bit his lip, a little tearful, but smiling. Suddenly, he raised himself onto his knees. “Sit up.”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows, and Leo lifted his face and stared, his mouth slightly ajar. “What?”

“You heard me,” Finn continued, grinning even wider now. It did pretty things to Finn’s freckles, when he smiled like that. “Uppity up, up you get, come sit across from me. Lo, you, too.”

“Finn, I-”

“Leonardonius, I swear, just trust me, and sit up.”

Logan and Leo complied, Leo sitting cross-legged, Logan with his legs sprawled, one draping over Finn’s, and leaning into Leo’s side. 

Suddenly, Leo’s eyes widened. “Finn, are you-”

Finn waved his hand. “No, no I’m not proposing… yet.” He gave them each a pointed look. “I just didn’t want you crying over something that, frankly, does not deserve for you to be sad over.” He paused, leaning over to brush his thumbs under Leo’s eyes with a kiss to his nose. “Even though you still look very pretty when you cry.” That got Leo to smile, and his posture relaxed slightly, putting more of his weight on Logan.

Logan shuffled a bit, nudging Finn’s thigh gently with his foot. “Allez, rouge, what is it?”

Finn had a hand on each of them, his palms running up and down Logan’s calf and Leo’s knee. “I’ve thought a lot about us, recently. Getting married, that is.” He tilted his head, smiling at them. “I want us to get married, and I think that, if we want to do it before we all retire, I’d like that. I- I think that, like what Leo said… I want you in that way before we retire. And then after, or after at least one of us does retire…” He paused, sniffling slightly. This time, Leo leaned forward and brushed a thumb under his eye. “Maybe we get a house? And- and a tiny human? Or two? Or three, we could be matching. Three dads, three kids, ya know? And a dog, and maybe even chickens! I bet you’d love the fresh eggs, Le, and Lo, baby, you’d look so sexy raking leaves in our back yard, in overalls and plaid, like our very own lumberjack-”

Logan couldn’t take it anymore; he burst out laughing, leaning forward and tackling Finn onto the bed, kissing all over his face. Finn was laughing, too, arms and legs wrapped around him, and Logan felt a warm palm stroking up and down his back. Leo.

Logan scrambled up, forcing his way into Leo’s lap and kissing all over his face, too, until Finn dragged Leo’s face to his for a deep kiss of his own, ending in a burst of kisses to Leo’s cheek. They were all smiling so hard, those kinds of smiles that hurt their cheeks and scrunched Leo and Finn’s noses in the most adorable way. They were kissing each other, and smiling, and laughing, and Logan thought that if this was how happy they were when they just talked about proposing, and marriage, he couldn’t imagine how happy he would feel when it actually happened. 

That had been March, three months ago, before the playoffs. Logan was almost thankful that they had each gotten knocked out in the second round, so as not to have to play one another, but mostly because Logan, perhaps selfishly, savored these long summers more than he could put into words. After all, he wanted to spend more than one night engaged to them before parting ways to go back to his New York apartment. He wanted to bask in that love for months before the season inevitably pulled them apart again. And he wanted to propose to them in their home. His apartment in the city was nice, sure, but it held nothing on what they had created in Gryffindor: the blanket Leo’s mom had made them slung over the sofa, Finn’s books stacked on every available table surface, Leo’s pan collection hanging in the kitchen, the herb garden by the window that Finn painstakingly took care of. Logan wanted to ask them to marry him where they fell in love, where he kissed Leo for the first time, where he and Finn began their middle-of-the-night whiskey tradition again, where he made love to them for the first time, all together, insatiable and high on how in love they were.

The late afternoon sun shone through slightly dusty, stained-glass windows as they were finishing up at the local book store, after having gone to their weights session and then spent the rest of the day wandering around the city. They had gone to the park, where Finn had sat up against a tree and let Logan lay his head in his lap, Leo sprawled beside him on a blanket, the both of them listening as Finn read to them from his and Leo’s latest novel. After finishing the last chapter, Leo had suggested they go to their favorite second-hand book store, which Finn had readily agreed with. Logan was just happy to follow them and listen to them bicker gently over plots, characters, thematic elements- it didn’t matter what they were talking about, really. Logan just loved to be surrounded by their voices. 

Now, he listened and watched as the light from the stained glass casted a purplish hue on Leo’s golden hair, which captured and reflected the color so well. They both looked so good, Leo with a casual white short-sleeved button down and peach shorts, Logan’s fleur-de-lis against his strong, tan chest; Finn with a green long-sleeved shirt, open at the collar and made from some ultra-light, wicking material he had taken to recently, and denim shorts, which he had definitely had since college. Leo said something to Finn, which made him turn to Leo, that look of slightly surprised amusement on his face appearing like it always did when Leo said something snarky to someone. He was good at catching people off guard, his wit so sharp in contrast to his normally gentle and sweet disposition. It seemed he had caught Finn particularly by surprise this time, because it took Finn a second to process what he had said before bursting out laughing so hard he had to close his eyes. He turned his face into Leo’s neck, snorting, and pressed two hard kisses to his skin, one to his neck and one to his cheek. Leo turned his face so his nose brushed Finn’s ear, giggling in his ear. Logan felt like he could look at them forever, immortalized in this moment with their laughter and their smiles. 

He looked down at himself for a brief moment, at the rust-colored shirt Finn had once told him looked good on him a few years ago, in New York, and at his black shorts Leo had once unzipped with his teeth, claiming that they ‘revealed way too much leg, sweetheart, it’s indecent’. Sometimes, Logan wondered how he even compared with their beauty; yes, he knew he was attractive by conventional standards, but beauty was more than that. He was a bit sullen, quiet and intimidating at first, and stared hard at everyone without realizing it. Finn and Leo were effortlessly beautiful in their mannerisms; Finn walked into a room with a smile so wide it drew people to him, Logan no exception, and there was no other way to describe Leo other than that the sun followed him. Or maybe he was the sun- he was certainly Logan’s. He couldn’t compete with that, would never be able to. It wasn’t so much an insecurity, per se, but more of an awe at the way that his boys carried themselves, how they carried him with them, how their beauty somehow included him in its sphere without singling him out. He existed simultaneously alongside it and within it, and at the center of it all was this infinite amount of love circulating him, drowning him, allowing him to exist in the same plane as them forever and ever. Logan at the same time was overwhelmed by it and knew exactly what to do to keep it close. They gave him their love and their beauty, and he in return gave them his, in his own way. 

Logan hadn’t realized he had been spacing out staring at them until Leo’s face appeared in front of his, brow furrowed. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Logan shook his head briefly. “Ouais, mon couer.” He brought his hand up to Leo’s cheek, and Leo placed his hand over his. “Tu es si beau.” 

That brought a blush to Leo’s cheeks, and he squeezed Logan’s hand and bent down to kiss the top of his head a bit bashfully. Logan reached a hand up to scratch his neck, holding him there for a moment. He then felt another presence at his side, an arm around each him and Leo. Finn.

“Hey, hey, there, baby. My baby, hi.”

Logan smiled at Finn’s rambling, at the kiss he pressed to Logan’s cheek. “Rouge.” 

Finn’s body relaxed like it always did when Logan called him that, his head turning to rest right next to Leo’s on top of Logan’s. Leo still had his nose in Logan’s hair, all three of them still and embracing in the quiet, emptying book store. 

Truth be told, Logan knew that they had all felt the shift since that conversation in Logan’s New York apartment. They held each other with a similar giddy, insatiable grip to the one they had when they first started dating. Now though, it was deeper, more developed, with stronger bones, and somehow more passionate than it had ever been. Logan had thought it had been because the season had finally ended and they were all together again, but now he realized it wasn’t just that. They sometimes loved so fiercely, yet so gently, that it was almost like whiplash. They were unsettled, but not in the way that would knock them off kilter. No, they were unsettled in the way that meant they were ready for more. They were aching for it, and Logan knew that he would have to do something about it. 

Tomorrow, after they had dinner at the new vegetarian-vegan place that Leo loved, he would bring them back to the apartment, their favorite chocolate cake from the local restaurant down the street waiting in the fridge, maybe some wine- and Logan would get down on one knee and ask them to be his.

***

Leo was just finishing putting the finishing touches on their supper when he felt two hands grab at his hips. “You need any help finishing up here, baby?”

Leo turned and pressed a kiss to Finn’s head. “No, sweetheart, but thank you. Just finishing off the steak with some butter and herbs, and the roasted veggies are in the oven staying warm.” He shut off the stove and set the steak on the wooden steak board to rest. He stuck a thermometer in. Perfectly medium rare. He thought for a second, then turned around and draped his arms over Finn’s shoulders. Finn was in an old blue knit sweater of Leo’s, and he looked adorably soft in the cool summer night. “You and Lo set the table for me? There are some nice candles my mama sent us from the market, you could light them, if you wanted?”

Finn wiggled his eyebrows. “You trying to romance us, or something? Trying to take us to bed later?”

Leo snorted. “Something like that.” He jerked his head. “Go on, get Lo, he’s in our room getting a sweatshirt. I’ll just let the steak rest and bring it out.” He pressed a kiss to Finn’s mouth and turned back towards dinner, smiling to himself. God, he could hardly wait for tomorrow. But tonight, he wanted to enjoy this last night of them hanging on this precipice, basking in the anticipation of being engaged, even if neither of his boys knew.

***

Logan could hear both Finn and Leo talking in the kitchen from where he was in the bedroom, pulling Finn’s dark gray, almost black, crewneck sweatshirt over his head. Finn had just been in to grab Leo’s sweater, and had left smelling like a mixture of himself and Leo, combining and making Logan’s head feel dizzy. Now, he knew that he smelled like himself and Finn, and reached for Leo’s cologne on the dresser to spray a little on the neckline of the sweatshirt. Perfect. 

As he set the bottle back down, his sock drawer caught his eye. Buried in the back, wrapped in one of his beanies, was the box with Leo and Finn’s rings. Unable to resist the temptation, he briefly glanced at the kitchen, seeing Finn walk up to put his hands on Leo’s hips, and opened the drawer. God, they were so gorgeous, and they’d look even more so with these rings on their fingers.

Logan opened the box, running his thumb briefly over both of them. Leo’s was pure gold, with a small blue sapphire, slightly deeper than his eyes, embedded in the band, soleil inscribed on the inside. Finn’s was a rose-gold- the lady at the shop said the particular shade would match his hair- and a dark champagne diamond- the lady said it would match his eyes. Rouge was inscripted on the inside of his. Logan peeked out at the kitchen again, and saw Finn, all cozy in Leo’s sweater, and Leo, now in Finn's old Harvard sweatshirt, with his blond curls, kissing each other so gently and smiling so lovingly. Logan ran his thumb over the rings one more time before they could catch him, looked down at them, and then closed the box as he heard Finn summon him to set the table.

***

Supper, Leo had to admit, had been a roaring success. He loved having time in the off season to finally cook how he wanted, to take his full time with recipes. He deserved it, the food deserved it, and his boys certainly did. Afterwards, his boys had batted his hands away as he tried to clear the table, and cleaned the kitchen with light-hearted chatter. Leo, a glass of red wine in front of him, was content to just watch and participate from the sidelines. Especially if it meant that one of his boys would lean over- Finn much more easily than Logan, no matter how much Logan grumbled that he was not that short- and kiss him on the forehead. Eventually, they finished up, Logan coming to sit beside Leo at one of the stools, Finn standing across the counter from them, both with a glass in their hands, looking delicate and breakable compared to their strong fingers. 

Finn looked at him, taking a sip from his glass and peering out over the rim. “Thank you for dinner, nutter butter, it was delicious.” 

Leo smiled, cheeks heating up like they did every time one of them complimented him so blatantly. “Thank you.”

Finn just smiled brighter, and reached across to pinch his cheek. “Aw, look at you, so rosy. You’re so pretty, peanut.”

Logan pressed up against Leo’s other side, placing a wet kiss on this cheek. “Ouais, mon soleil, tres mignon.” He looked across at Finn, reaching across to grab at his hand. “Et toi, mon rouge. Si beau.” Finn just took Logan’s hand and kissed it, gazing up through his eyelashes.

Leo watched in adoration, until suddenly Logan got a strange look on his face. It was nervous, sheepish, but he was also biting his lip in excitement. Leo saw Finn straighten up and squeeze Logan’s hand harder. “Lo?”

Logan stood up and tugged on Finn’s hand. “Viens ici.”

Finn came around the counter, allowing Logan to push him into the seat beside Leo. He took both of their hands, kissed each of them. Leo felt himself getting a little lightheaded, his breathing beginning to pick up.

Logan looked up at them, his eyelashes dark, his eyes wanting and his smile bashful. He squeezed each of their hands once more before stepping back. “Ouais, d’accord.” He felt around in the pockets on his dark shorts, taking something out into his hands… and sinking down on one knee.

Leo heard Finn gasp beside him, and his breathing was really picking up now. Finn’s thigh and shoulder were warm against him, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Finn bring a hand up to cover his mouth, a soft 'oh' escaping him. Leo leaned heavily into his side, but he couldn’t look away from Logan, who was smiling up at them and slowly opening a box, two rings nestled inside. 

Logan took a deep breath before beginning. “Ouais, je… I had a whole speech prepared. I was going to do this tomorrow, after dinner, but you two just looked so beautiful just now, and I had to…” He huffed, obviously frustrated with the English. Leo caught his eye, and nodded, whispering a soft 'bon, continue'. Logan inhaled and exhaled with a shudder, before looking between them resolutely. Finn still hadn’t moved a muscle, really, but Leo could feel him shaking beside him as Logan continued. “I never thought I would have this, this overwhelming kind of love. Not because I didn’t think it was out there, but because I was too afraid to want it for myself.” He looked to Finn. “Rouge, you made me realize for the first time what it is to want someone so fully, so completely. I loved you the second I walked through that doorway my first day of college, and I have spent every moment since loving you and wanting you more than anything.” Tears were forming in his eyes as he smiled, gaining confidence as he spoke. “Je t’aime, mon rouge. I love you so much.” He turned those beautiful eyes to Leo, and Leo felt like he was going to fall off of his chair. “Mon soleil,” Logan said, his eyes going so soft, his head tilting. Leo, in his periphery, saw Finn turn to look at him, too. “You taught me how to be brave. You’re braver than anyone I think I have ever known. You showed me how to want, how to love anyway while still being scared, and how I can be scared and brave at the same time.” He looked back to Finn briefly, eyes darting between them. “I don’t- I don’t think I ever would have been brave enough to love, without you, soleil… to love anyone they way that I want.” He bit his lip. “Je t’aime, mon soleil. I love you, and I want you.” 

Leo didn’t know what to do with himself, and he felt Finn grab his hand as he closed his eyes and let a few tears escape. It was release, relief, and love so profound that he was overflowing. He opened his eyes at Finn’s squeeze of his hand, looking at him. Finn leaned over, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and then they both turned to look at Logan with their temples touching. Logan was smiling up at them, then looked down at the rings. 

“Je veux passer le reste de ma vie avec vous deux. I… I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, deserving you, and caring for you. And I want to love you in the next life, and the next, and every one after it. I don’t ever want to stop loving you, and I hope you want the same. Et alors, s'il vous plaît…” At this, Logan looked up from the ring box, into their eyes. They were both frozen under his gaze. “...épousez-moi, mes amours?” 

Finn took a shuddering breath in, a whimper escaping him as tears escaped from his eyes. And Leo…

Leo looked at Logan, down on one knee, jumping the gun because he couldn’t wait for tomorrow, when Leo was also going to propose. And Leo was so overwhelmed by this, how preposterous and silly and so them this whole situation was, that he let out at breathless laugh.

Logan, still smiling, looked at him, brows furrowed. “Soleil?”

Leo laughed again. “Wait here.”

And he stood up and walked out of the room.

***

Logan watched as Leo stepped into their bedroom, still on one knee, as confused as he had ever been. His brow furrowed, his breathing harsh. He had been so sure that Leo would want this. After all, Leo had been the one to suggest getting married before they retired. He wouldn’t say no, surely. Right?

Finn’s harsh breathing snapped Logan out of his reverie. Normally so talkative, Finn was rendered speechless, his fingers resting lightly over his mouth, face flushed with his tears, eyes wide with… panic? Nerves? Logan didn’t know, but he looked like he would fall over and faint. 

“Rouge…”

“Lo,” Finn responded, breathless and soft, hand coming rest at his collarbone. “I- do you…?” He looked frantically at their bedroom before looking back at Logan. 

Logan shook his head. “Rouge, no, I- I don’t-” He breathed in harshly, a soft noise escaping him as he turned to look at the door to their bedroom, voice tight. “Soleil?”

“Ouais, yeah, sorry. I’m coming.” Leo sounded a bit breathless, and a bit… giddy? 

Logan was so confused. 

After another few moments, Leo came through the door, and came to stand over them. He looked so tall from the floor, Logan thought, so beautiful, like an angel. But he was shaking, red-cheeked and smiling, blue eyes shining and a bit mischievous. Both Logan and Finn looked at him, bewildered, until he opened his palm to reveal a box in the center, and opened it with his thumb. 

Finn made a slight yelping sound, slapping his hand hard over his mouth. Logan’s breath caught in his throat, vision going a bit fuzzy as Leo reached down and gently pulled him up by the hand. Logan let himself by guided by Leo’s warm palm into the seat beside Finn, their positions now swapped. Leo kissed his cheek, then Finn’s… and then sank on one knee in front of them. Unlike Logan, who had taken a moment to collect his thoughts, Leo just started talking, happy and energized and so in love.

“I was also going to do this tomorrow, after dinner,” he started, with a wink at Logan. “I was going to take you out to dinner and bring you back and make strawberry shortcake…” Logan heard himself and Finn each let out tearful chuckles. “...but then you sank down on one knee, Lo, and I just thought… this is so ridiculous. This is so silly, and out of order, and so us that it’s perfect, and I wouldn’t have either of you any other way.” He turned to Finn first, who was shaking so hard against Logan’s side. “Finn, sweetheart, I… I remember the first night you kissed me so vividly. Your gentle eyes and hands and words, always trying so hard to give your all to me, to Logan, even if it was hard. Even if it hurt. And you gave yourself to me so fully, and have continued to do so every day, and I love you. There’s nothing else to say other than I love you. And Logan…” He shifted his gaze, and Logan could do nothing but stare helplessly back into his baby blues. “Oh, Logan, honey, I wanted you so desperately I didn’t know what to do with myself. You burn, for yourself, but especially for us. And you were burning for me, and for Finn, and when you finally let yourself have us, I… I was so warm, sweetheart. You make me feel so warm, and I love you. I love you, I love you both so much.” Leo took a deep breath and settled his shoulders. “I told you I knew you were mine in all the ways that mattered, that you are, but that I want to marry you because I want that unity. And while that’s true, more than anything I just want to marry you because you're home. You’ve been home now, for so long now, and I want a marriage with you to be part of the foundation of that home. I know marriage is sometimes silly, and arbitrary, and- and a piece of paper…” Leo rolled his eyes at himself as he started to cry. “I just- I want it with you anyways. I want to write you vows, I want our families there, I want to show our world how much I love you, how devoted I am to you. I want that official promise because I believe you deserve it, and I want you to have all that you deserve.” He looked down at the rings, up at them, and smiled, crinkling his adorable nose in a way that made Logan’s heart skip a beat in his chest. “I love you, and I want you forever. Marry me. Will you marry me?”

Logan didn’t know what to expect, and he knew Leo didn’t either, from the way he was now holding himself slightly stiffly, but they didn’t expect Finn to outburst with a high-pitch, dramatic sob. “Oh my God!” He fanned his face, then pressed both of his hands over his face, fingertips meeting at the bridge of his nose. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!”

Immediately, Leo and Logan burst out laughing. It bubbled out of Logan’s chest, taking him by surprise as he gently knelt on the floor in front of Leo. The floor shook as Finn fell down clumsily beside them, causing them to laugh harder. Logan looked at Leo, pressing his fingers to Leo’s wrist where he was still clutching the opened ring box. “Oh, soleil…”

“Marry me,” Leo repeated, looking between the two of them. Finn’s eyes were moving back and forth, from their faces to the ring boxes they were still clutching. 

Logan looked up at Leo, biting his lip. “I asked you first.”

That had Leo laughing a tearful laugh, shaking his whole body. Logan looked at him in the eyes, holding his gaze.

“Veux-tu m’epouser, mon soleil?” He turned to Finn. “Et toi, mon rouge? Marry me, Fish.”

“Oh Jesus,” Finn said, before he was lurching forward and pulling Logan into a kiss. “Yes, oh God, baby, yes.” Finn kissed him sloppily, indulgently, before eventually letting them part.

Logan turned back to Leo, Finn’s hand still at his neck. Leo was nodding, biting his lips in that devastating way. “Oui, sweetheart. Yes.”

Logan heard Finn’s breath hitch as he and Leo leaned in to kiss each other, smiling too much to make it last long. Logan pressed a series of kisses to Leo’s flushed cheeks, then leaned back and took the rings out of the box. Shaking, he put them on each of their fingers, kissing their hands after each one. Leo let out a breath. “Oh, Lo, it’s beautiful.”

Finn, still crying too much for complete sentences, just let out a tearful 'baby' and clutched his hand to his chest, leaning over and pressing his forehead to Logan’s with a groan. After a moment, Logan felt a nudge at his other side. He turned to find Leo still on one knee, holding the ring box out for him. 

“Your turn, Lo,” Leo said gently. He grinned, then looked to Finn. “And your turn again, I guess.” 

Finn let out a choked sob again, and Leo and Logan looked at him and laughed. “Oh my God, oh my God, this is really happening.”

Leo shook his head. “You’ll be fine honey.” He held the box more insistently out to them. “Marry me.”

Logan smiled so hard he shook with it. “Ouais, soleil. Ouais.” 

Leo leaned in and kissed him hard. Logan had a flashback to the first time he had kissed Leo in public, right in New York City, ‘first kiss day’, as Finn had called it. Leo, normally so gentle with them, gripping him and holding so tightly that he felt wound up and gooey all at once. 

They broke apart after a moment, and Leo took Logan’s ring out of the box, showing him the engraving on the inside before slipping it on his finger. Logan admired it on his finger for a moment before his attention was diverted by another sound from Finn. “Oh, mon rouge,” he laughed.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just- I’m getting proposed to twice today, it’s a lot, okay?” He looked at Leo, who was looking at him with his eyebrows raised in amusement and still holding out Finn’s ring to him. That seemed to sober Finn up, and he whimpered. “Oh. Oh Leo-” 

Leo softened. “Oh, honey, c’mere.” 

Leo leaned in, kissing Finn softly on the lips, thumbs tracing under his eyes where the tear tracks were. He parted after a few moments and took Finn’s hand to slip his second ring on him. 

Leo chuckled. “Well, look at you. Collecting them all.”

Finn wiped under his eyes. “Oh God, I’m going to have to put them on a necklace or something. I don’t know if they’ll all eventually fit, with my-” His eyes widened briefly, before he started crying again. “Oh, my wedding ring, oh God!” 

Leo shushed him gently, pulling him under his arm and kissing his forehead. He opened his other arm for Logan to tuck himself under. Logan went willingly, one arm around Finn and Leo each, clutching them close. Finn was still shaking with his happy tears, although now they were a bit quieter than before. 

Suddenly, Finn looked up. “I for sure thought I was going to propose first. I was going to go to the jeweler next week.”

Logan shrugged. “We beat you, Fish.”

“Twice,” Leo added, jostling them both lightly.

“Hm,” Finn sighed, leaning his head heavily onto Leo’s chest and running his hand up and down Logan’s side. “I love you. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Logan felt himself shiver in excitement. “Moi aussi, mon couer.” 

“Yeah,” Leo said softly. “Gonna marry you forever.”

That set Finn off again. “Peanut, you can’t just say that!”

“I really didn’t think you’d react like this, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

“I was not planning on getting proposed to twice in one evening!”

Logan rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh, mon rouge.” He looked up at Leo. “Hey, Knut?”

Leo looked down at him, eyebrows raised. “Uh oh. What’s with the last name?”

Logan just bit his lip, glancing at him, then at Finn, who was suddenly rapt with attention and sitting up straighter. “O’Hara.”

“Oh God,” Finn whispered. 

Logan bit at Leo's chest through his shirt, and widened his eyes in a way he knew drove them crazy. “Can I be in trouble?”

Finn groaned and Leo looked down at him, eyes darkening and Logan smiled mischievously. Beside them, Finn cursed. “Fucking gorgeous, both of you. Gonna be in trouble for the rest of our lives.”

That got Leo alert, and he scrambled up, dragging them both with him. Logan laughed as he was ushered into their bedroom and thrown gently on their bedspread. They climbed after him, Finn immediately attacking his mouth, and Leo working a bruise into his neck. Finn pulled back, then looked down at Leo, amused. “Careful there, Knut, or you'll be in trouble, too.” 

Leo laughed, blue eyes shining and a singular dimple appearing, before leaning over and kissing Finn as well. As he watched them, with their smiles, and their mouths on him and each other, Logan thought that there, in that moment, he was the most in love he had ever been. 

***

Finn awoke the next morning to the sound of rain outside of the window, the room cooler than normal due to a drop in temperature. He breathed in heavily and ran a hand over his face, stopping when he felt cool metal brush his nose. Oh. Oh man.

He jerked his hand away, staring at the two rings, identical in color but unique in embellishments, that his boys had slipped on his fingers the night before. He almost got all worked up again, still riding the absolute rollercoaster of emotions of being proposed to not once, but twice in the same night. He hadn't been kidding when he told them it had been a lot: Logan, who at one point he never thought he'd have, kneeling before him and asking to be his forever; Leo, who showed up out of the blue and somehow made everything better, lighter, so brave, just like Logan had said, jumping when he was scared and simultaneously landing in their arms and catching them in his. 

Finn didn't know how he'd got so lucky, squinting across the pillow at Logan and Leo, the latter of which was spooning Logan with an arm around his middle. Logan had one hand on Leo, the other on Finn's bicep, their legs tangled together. Last night had been rolling pleasure, weighed down with so much love that Finn didn't want it to end. They didn't, really, until they physically couldn't anymore. And even then they'd stayed up so long just kissing, evidence of which lingering on all of their necks. Finn reached out and touched a bruise on Logan's neck, making him stir and open his eyes. Leo, perhaps sensing the change in Logan's breathing, also shifted, lifting his head to look at Finn over Logan's back. Finn just stared for a few seconds, until Logan reached the hand with his engagement ring on it out to cup his jaw, Leo tracking the movement with his beautiful eyes. 

“Rouge, ici.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, come here.” 

And so Finn went, pressing his nose into Logan's neck, hand reaching across to grip Leo's torso. He kissed Logan's chest, took Leo's hand from around Logan's waist and kissed that, too, and heard Leo press a kiss to the back of Logan's neck. This, Finn decided, was more valuable than anything else in the world. His boys, in their bed, in the home they created, living the life they shared, with a promise to continue to do so for eternity.

Finn, for one, couldn't think of a happier ending, and so closed his eyes to be lulled back to sleep by the sound of their breathing. 

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.”

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Just a quick little drabble on this lovely Monday! I hope you all are doing so so so well!

Credits to @lumosinlove

“Mon fil,” Pascal said. His smile was as warm as always when he saw Logan. “To what do I owe the surprise?”

Logan felt relieved to be able to speak his mother tongue. “Salut. I- can I come in?”

Pascal stepped to the side and let Logan enter. Immediately, he was grabbed around the waist in a hug. “Tremzy! What are you doing here?”

Logan smiled down at an excited Katie. She had grown now, almost up to his chest. “I’m here to talk with your dad.”

“Can we play Mario Kart after?”

“Of course, just give me a few minutes.”

She ran down the stairway to their basement to set up the XBox. Pascal was looking at Logan knowingly and beckoned with his hand. “Come. I’ll make us some tea.”

Five minutes later, they were sat at the counter together, Logan knocking his heels against the stool like he’d never left. He loved his life now more than he could say, but he did sometimes yearn to be back here, shoulder to shoulder with the kids, speaking French and cooking with Celeste. Pascal looked at Logan like he knew that. He probably did.

“Everything okay?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Actually, it’s- it’s really good.” Logan reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black velvet box, flicking it open with his thumb. Pascal’s eyes widened, but he waited for Logan to say something. Logan laughed nervously and looked him in the eye. “They’re rings.”

“I see that.”

“For Finn and Leo.”

“I assumed that.”

Logan felt like he was vibrating. “I’m going to ask them to marry me.”

Pascal’s smile was the widest Logan had ever seen it. “Mon fil. Of course you are.” At Logan’s still nervous expression, he furrowed his brow. “What’s wrong?”

Logan took a shaky breath in. “I just- I don’t know. Sometimes I don’t feel I deserve this, I don’t know.”

Pascal rubbed a hand on his back. “What do you mean?”

Logan closed his eyes against the tears he could feel at the back of his eyes. “I hurt Finn. A lot. And we’ve talked about it before, and we still talk about it now, but… it’s still painful to think about.” He opened his eyes and looked into Pascal’s. They were worried, and a bit sad, but always gentle. “I hurt Finn, but I still get him, and I get Leo. It feels…”

“Too lucky?”

“Ouais.” Logan let his head fall back a little. “I just want to be a good husband to them.”

“Logan.” Pascal’s voice was softer now as he pulled Logan into a hug. “You will. You’ll be such a good husband to them, mon fil.” He squeezed Logan tightly. “You love each other, and you treat each other well. And you being nervous just shows how much you care, how dedicated you are to them.”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Ouais, you’re right.”

“And you and Finn hurting each other doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be happy now, d’accord? You had a few rough years together, but you’ll have many more beautiful ones, and this time with Leo, too.” Pascal went silent for a few moments before speaking more carefully. “Are you also nervous because- the distance?”

Logan sighed. “Non, not- a little, ouais, but not really. We said we wanted to get married regardless. It won’t be easy, but I want to marry them.” He saw their eyes so clearly in the forefront of his mind. “I want to marry them more than anything.”

Pascal’s laugh shook their bodies. “Then what is all the worrying for?”

Logan smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know.” He hugged Pascal tightly. “Merci.”

“Any time, you know that.” They pulled apart and each took a sip of their tea. “Now, there is a girl downstairs who’s waiting for her favorite person to play with her. Why don’t you go join her, d’accord?”

Logan nodded and picked up his mug. “Ouais, I’ll go join her.” He caught Pascal’s eye once more. “I’m going to be happy. With them.”

Pascal’s laugh lines stretched as he smiled. “Oh, mon fil. You already are.”

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