Have Another Gift That I Concocted Before The Holidays! We Love Some Fluffy Family Skate!

did you maybe get any inspo for a cubs hiking or camping fic while on your trip👀👀

Have some Cubs fun in the evergreen Canadian forest! (And some contemplative Tremzy)

Credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Honey, slow down, we’re almost ready.”

“But I’m excited, peanut!” Finn bounced on his toes. “I’m so fucking ready.”

Logan shook his head and grabbed a small white bottle from his bag. “Non, you’re not, ici.”

Finn dutifully stood still as Logan rubbed sunscreen over his face, finishing with a gentle pass of his fingers on Finn’s cheeks. Logan kissed where his fingers had been and stood back down on his heels. “Bien. Okay, let’s go.”

Finn spun around and began walking quickly toward the trailhead, whistling as he went. Leo and Logan stood and watched him for a second before looking at each other with amused smiles.

“Do you think we should just let him run ahead?” Leo asked as he took Logan’s hand.

Logan shrugged. “Maybe. But then it’s not a date.”

“Honey, we’re basically dating a puppy, we’ve gotta let him run.”

Logan laughed and leaned into Leo’s side for a brief moment. Leo winked and kissed the side of his head before letting go of his hand. “C’mon. I have a feeling this hike isn’t going to be a lovely stroll with him around.”

They met Finn where he was waiting by the trailhead, greeting another group of hikers in broken, enthusiastic French. Logan and Leo said a polite ‘salut’ as well before they turned to Finn. He was grinning at them proudly, hands looped through the straps of his backpack like a little kid going to school. It made Logan’s heart melt just a little to see him there, in the Canadian forests he’d loved as a child, as a teenager, as a yearning and confused college student. It warmed Logan even further when Leo stepped into his sightline as well. He was so comfortable here, with his charming self and his perfect French. Logan could tell it made him happy when people were impressed and asked where he was from. He would answer them with a proud and slightly sheepish smile, and Logan could watch forever as his eyes lit up thinking of New Orleans. 

Leo snapped one of the straps of Finn’s backpack. “Slow down there, speedy. Your boyfriends need to catch up with you.”

Finn just looked up at him gleefully. “I’m just so excited.” He turned Leo around and nudged him forward. “I think you should go first.” 

“What?” Leo said, tripping slightly over a root as he began to walk up the sloped trail. “Why? You’re way faster.”

Finn shrugged. “No reason.” He reached for Logan as well. “You, too, baby.”

Logan shook his head at Finn fondly. “I know what you’re doing.”

Finn’s grin was the lovely and mischievous one Logan adored. “I know you know.” He nudged his chin towards Leo. “But he doesn’t.”

Logan turned to look at Leo, who was now a little further up the trail, and ran his eyes up and down his long, lean body. He smiled. “Si beau.”

“Mhm.” Finn leaned around to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “C’mon, can’t let sunshine get too far ahead.” 

They followed Leo up the trail. Despite his long legs, he didn’t hike particularly fast. He liked to take in the nature around him and stooped to touch moss or examine leaves frequently. Every now and then, too, he’d hum when he found a particularly interesting leaf. He’d even brought the identification book Logan had got him at a local shop in Rimouski, with all of the local flora and fauna. Leo smiled every time he found a match and nodded satisfactorily. Logan found it incredibly adorable. 

After the fifth time they’d stopped to examine a leaf, Leo sighed on a steep section and turned to look at Finn. “Are you sure you don’t want to go ahead, sweetheart? You’ll be able to move a lot faster.”

Finn shook his head fondly. “No, baby, I want to walk with you.” His eyes turned playful. “Plus, walking behind you has its advantages.”

Leo looked confused for a second, eyes narrowed, before he rolled them with a blushing grin. “You’re staring at my ass, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely. And Lo’s.” He emphasized his statement with a loving pat on Logan’s butt. “I gotta say, it’s a nice view.”

Logan laughed. “The view is at the top!”

“That view’s overrated. I prefer this one.”

Logan couldn’t take it anymore. He turned and planted a kiss right on Finn’s lips. They were both sweaty in the humid August heat, but Logan still loved the smell of him, all mixed up with the scents of the woods. He pulled away after a moment and flicked Finn’s cheek gently. “You’re so weird.”

“And yet, you love me.” He gave Logan’s butt one more soft pat, then looked up the trail at Leo, who had bent to look at something on a rock. “You ready sunshine?” he called.

 “Look, I found a newt!” A pause. “Oh, he’s so cute, come see!”

Finn caught Logan’s eye. “We’re looking at a cute newt right now, actually.”

Leo just shook his head, but Logan could see his cheeks were red. “No, I’m serious, come see!”

Logan and Finn looked at each other, smiling widely before answering Leo’s call.

Their hike continued as such. Leo would stop every now and then to look at something interesting he found, and Logan and Finn would listen as he murmured under his breath while he flipped through the tiny book. Eventually, they reached where they could see the top, and Finn bounded ahead, pressing smacking kisses to their cheeks on the way. By the time they got there, Leo and Logan found him sitting on a rock, bag of trail mix already in hand munching while looking at the view. When they turned around, he smiled widely. “Oh, look! The view has arrived!”

Leo laughed and went to sit beside him, snatching some trail mix for himself. While they were talking, Logan took a look at the view. He’d been up here dozens of times: with his sisters, his parents, his high school friends. It was a beautiful view, all rolling evergreen hills and endless sky, even so close to the city. The air was fresh and crisp, and he inhaled against the memories. 

There was one summer weekend in college he came up here with his former high school teammates, all slightly hungover from a reunion party in late May, to watch the sunrise. He remembered some of them had brought their college girlfriends with them. Logan and a boy named Riley, who he hadn’t been close with but was nice enough, had been the only ones without girlfriends. Someone made a joke, saying they should kiss, and Riley had been so nervous red had shone through on his brown cheeks. Logan had told them to knock it off, giving his teammate a nudge, and that was that. But Logan had been hoping they couldn’t hear how fast his breathing was, how his heart had been about to pump out of his chest. In that moment, his gaze had landed on one of his teammate’s girlfriends, who had bright red hair and lots of freckles. He had to excuse himself to go lie down on a rock, alone.

 He felt two arms wrap around him, and two hands appeared to unclasp the buckles on his backpack and ease the straps off his shoulders. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais. Just- thinking.”

Leo hummed. He set Logan’s bag down and rested his hands on Logan’s hips. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Non, mon amour, not right now. I’ll tell you later.”

“Okay.” Leo kissed his shoulder. “You hungry, honey? I made us BLTs with that homemade mayo sauce you like.”

Logan smiled. He wrapped Leo’s arms fully around himself. “Ouais, merci. Sounds good.”

Leo squeezed him tightly before letting go to lead him over to where Finn was watching them. He had his phone out and was looking at something. “Look,” he said, showing it to them. “Got my new lockscreen.” 

Logan bent down to peek at it and smiled. Leo really was much taller than him; Logan never noticed that he had to look up that much to smile at him. “Can you send it to me, please, rouge?”

“Already did, babe.” Finn chucked his phone down onto his bag and reclined a bit with a sigh. “This is the life, man.”

“Glad you like it, sweetheart,” Leo said. He was shuffling through his own backpack. “You hungry? Want a sandwich?”

Finn squinted at him in the bright sun. “You’re so cute, always making sure we’re well fed.”

“Well, we just exercised for two hours in the sun! I just don’t want you to get dizzy on the way down or-”

Finn just cupped his face and interrupted him with a kiss. “It’s a good thing, baby. I’d love one of your BLTs.”

Leo nodded, a little grin on his face. “That’s what I thought.”

They ate their sandwiches under a shaded section of rocks at Leo’s insistence, facing the view as the sun began to dip just past noon. Finn sat through Logan rubbing more sunscreen on him before he waggled his eyebrows and pulled a bag of M&Ms out of his backpack. “Peanut M&Ms for you, peanut!”

The colored sugar dyed their tongues different colors. Finn only ate the green ones in an attempt to ‘become a leprechaun’, as he so called it, which left Leo and Logan with a myriad selection. Logan let the sweetness settle over his tongue, followed by the crunchiness of the peanut, for a moment. He watched as Finn insisted Leo throw one into his mouth. Finn caught it, to no one’s surprise, and he leaned over Logan’s head to press a smacking kiss to Leo’s cheek in victory. When his eyes landed on Logan, they were contemplative. “What’s up, Lolo?”

Logan shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“Yikes, you feeling okay?”

Logan tried to look unimpressed. “That is getting old.” He leaned into Leo’s thigh that was touching his own. A sigh escaped him. “I once came up here during summer in college. With my high school teammates.”

“Oh?” Leo’s eyes were questioning, but he was still smiling for Logan. “Did you have fun?”

“Ouais, I guess.” Logan looked out at the view. How could something once so normal to him feel so uncomfortable now? “We all got drunk at a party, then decided to climb up for the sunrise. I don’t know why, it was awful. We were so hungover.”

Leo laughed. “You know, sometimes I forget you both had a wild side.”

“Had?” Finn looked offended. “We’re still perfectly wild.”

“What, with your nine-thirty read-aloud story time?”

“You love story time!” Finn scooched over and threw his right leg over Logan’s, leaning in to pinch Leo’s bicep. “And you’re wild too, peanut.”

Leo snorted. “In the kitchen, maybe.”

“In other places, too,” Finn replied with a sharp grin.

That made Logan take in a sharp breath. The memory of what his teammates said to him throbbed against his skull like it was trying to escape. Everything he felt back then, the yearning, the want, the shame, suddenly felt so close he could taste it. He wondered if this weight on his chest would ever lift, if he would ever stop being surprised and in awe of the beautiful life he got to live with Leo and Finn. He both wanted it gone and wanted it to press down against him harder, until all he could do was sink into the feeling of their bodies around him. 

“Lo?” Leo asked, dipping his head to whisper in Logan’s ear. “You okay sweetheart?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He cleared his throat. “Ouais, it’s just… mais, the day, when I came up here with my teammates?” He looked for their confirming nods before continuing. “Everyone came with girlfriends. Except me and another guy. Some of the others- well…” 

Finn’s face suddenly appeared in his sightline. Logan was so grateful they were the only ones at the top. “They… implied some not nice things about us. Said we should’ve done some stuff together.” He heard Leo suck in a breath from beside him. Finn’s eyes bored into his own. “And then one of my teammates had a girlfriend with red hair. And freckles.”

Finn, for once, didn’t say anything. He just cupped the back of Logan’s head and brought it to his shoulder, holding him there. He smelled like sweat, and summer air, and Finn, and Logan gripped his hip as he breathed him in. Finn kissed the side of his head, letting his lips rest there, and Logan felt something in himself begin to heal. 

“Lo,” Leo said softly. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.” 

Logan ducked his nose into Finn’s neckline one more time before sitting up. “Non, non it’s okay. I mean, it’s not okay, what they said, but I am. I’m okay.” He turned to face Leo and kissed him softly. “I’m so good.”

“Good,” Leo whispered against his mouth. “That makes me happy.”

Logan smiled. “Ouais.” He pulled back to look at Leo. “Are you happy?”

Leo softened. The light reflected off his curls and his white teeth as he smiled. He was beautiful always, but especially when he looked at Logan like that. Like he was his. “Yeah.”

“Bien.” He turned his body slightly to settle with his back to Leo’s chest, grinning as Leo let out an amused laugh. Logan reached his hand out to tangle his fingers with Finn’s. “Are you happy?”

Finn’s brown eyes were golden in the summer sun. He looked like a figment of every one of younger Logan’s dreams. “More and more every day.”

“Bien,” Logan said again. He kissed Finn’s fingers then caught his eye with a challenging look. “Race you down.” Then he grabbed the trash leftover from their lunch, stuffed it in his bag, and stood to begin jogging down the trail.

“Oh no you don’t, ten!”

“Will you two please be careful? I don’t want you to fall!”

Logan smiled as their laughter and footsteps followed him. He spared one look behind him to catch the view and his boys against it before picking up his pace and running down the mountain.

OMG THAT ANON IS GENIUS BRO I ABSOLUTELY LOVE WRITE ME IN AND ON THE LINE (IS THAT WHAT THE TENNIS ONE IS CALLED?? I DONT REMEMBER) I NEVER CONSIDERED ASKS ABT THOSE TWO

Awwww, I'm glad you liked it! Feel free to request more stuff from those two AUs, or any AUs that you want! I've also done Hogwarts ones and Soulmate ones, which you can find on my Masterlist. :)

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

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

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

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

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

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

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

“Look. Out in the ocean.”

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

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

“A very handsome water bug.”

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

Logan smiled down at him. “Ouais?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I'm gonna get you all wet, honey.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maris.”

“Huh?”

“Husbands,” Leo translated. 

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

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

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

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

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

I LOVE HOW YOU TALK ABOUT HOW LEO BLUSHES SO MUCH IN YOUR FICS ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER HES SO FLUSTERED ALL THE TIME

I'm trying to answer these in the order I received them, so don't worry if you don't see yours yet! They are a-comin'! ;)

Enjoy our flustered little sunshine baby! He's so adorable, it's INSANE!!!! All credits to @lumosinlove

“How’s my nutter-butter-peanut-lovernut-nutty-butty-sunshine-baby?”

Leo looked up from where he was stretching out on the mat, his mouth parted and his eyes wide. “Finn.”

“What?” Finn asked, confused. “What, did I say something?”

“I- you just- you can’t-”

“Hey Harz!” called James. “You got any more names to add to that list?”

“Yeah,” Thomas continued. “What about Reese’s peanut butter cup? Macadamia nut cookie? Planter’s peanuts?”

Finn rolled his eyes and turned to look at them. “Oh, ha-ha. You’re just jealous because Lily and Noelle aren’t allowed to practice with you.” He turned to gaze at Leo and bit his lip. “That is a right specifically reserved for me.”

“Fish,” Leo said. His face was bright red and his cheeks hot, but he was smiling. He looked so pretty like that, blonde hair splayed out on the floor beneath him and his arms stretched out over his head.

“Nuh-uh, you won’t get me to stop calling you that.” He knelt down beside Leo and squished his cheeks. “You’re my baby-baby-baby.” He kissed him soundly and whispered the phrase once more against his mouth. “My baby-baby-baby.”

When he pulled away, Leo was still blushing, but he didn’t look any less in love.

***

“Logan,” Leo gasped. “Logan, we’re in public-”

“Ouais, I don’t care,” Logan replied from his perch on Leo’s lap. He continued to suck at Leo’s neck and whispered in French against Leo’s ear. “I haven’t seen you in weeks; we should not be at a bar right now.”

“Je sais,” Leo said breathlessly. He ran his hands up and down Logan’s back to try and calm himself, although feeling his muscles underneath his shirt really did not help the situation. He looked around the dim bar at all the other people. “Je sais, but- but your teammates.”

“I don’t care what they think,” Logan said lowly. “They all know, so I don’t care.” He pulled back and his gaze was fiery. “I want you.”

Leo took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. “Lo, Lo we have to go.” 

Logan grinned and leaned in to brush their noses. “Your face is so red, mon coeur.”

“Yeah, well, you keep talking like that.”

“I think you like it,” Logan replied. He kissed Leo’s cheek. “You look so gorgeous when you blush. You look so gorgeous all the time.”

That made Leo’s face even redder around his grin. “Stop that.”

“Non,” Logan said. “Non, never.” He tugged at Leo’s hair. “Let’s go find Fish, then we can-”

“Hello, lovers,” Finn’s voice sounded, as if on cue. He put a hand on Logan's back, tilting his head and smiled knowingly. “Lo, what did you say to him? Le, you’re all flushed.”

“I- he-”

“Take me home,” Logan interrupted. He settled himself further in Leo’s lap and pressed kisses all over his cheeks. “Now, right now, let’s go home, and I’ll make you blush even more.”

Finn let out a delighted laugh and cupped Leo’s cheek. “Oh, I can definitely get behind that.” He kissed Leo’s forehead. “Let’s go, gorgeous. Tomorrow I’ll take you both out to breakfast, show you the city.”

“Non,” Logan answered, grinning cheekily. “I’ll show you, the city. But first I want to show you my sheets.”

“Jesus,” Leo said. If possible, he was blushing even harder. “Oh God, let’s just get out of here. This is embarrassing, I’m so red.”

Logan laughed and kissed his rosy cheeks. “With pleasure, mon soleil.”

***

“Fucking- jeez, your forearms, Le.”

“Hm?” Leo looked up from where he was kneading pizza dough at the counter. “What?”

Finn didn’t looked away from his hands. “Just, your forearms. And your hands, ugh.” He put his hand on his forehead as if checking for a fever. “I’m just- you’re gonna kill me. Too sexy.” He spread his hands out as if reporting a news title. “Here lies Finn O’Hara- absolutely obliterated by his boyfriend’s hot bread-kneading forearm veins.”

Leo laughed and dusted some more flour on his hands. “You’re ridiculous.”

“No I’m not. Lo!”

“Quoi?” 

“Get in here, on the double! I need your professional opinion on something.”

Logan came sliding in from their bedroom, finishing slipping his hands through Leo’s sweatshirt sleeves and pulling up the hood. His hair fluffed out from underneath. “Quoi? What’s happening?”

Finn turned towards him seriously. “I need you to watch.”

Logan furrowed his brow. “Huh? Watch what?”

Finn grasped onto his shoulders and turned him to look at Leo, who was shaking his head and blushing around a grin. “Just watch his hands. Watch them.”

“I told you, you’re ridiculous-”

“Just wait, nutter butter, you’ll see. Lo will agree with me.”

Logan dutifully watched for a few moments. His gazed was transfixed on Leo’s hands, stretching and pulling the dough, his forearms working it into the counter, his veins pulsing on every push-

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. He looked up to Leo, a light dusting of red dotting his cheeks. “Ouais, I see now.”

“Right?” Finn concurred, breathless. Leo wondered if he could tell how red his neck and ears were. “I mean- just, right?”

Leo bit his lip and looked at them through his lashes. “You like this?”

Logan nodded as if in a trance. “Ouais. Yes, yeah, I really like it.”

“Well,” Leo said. He wiped his hands on a towel and came around the counter. Both of his boys were flushed and watching him, eyes a little wide. He ducked down to kiss at Finn’s neck, then Logan’s lips when they came searching for him. He pulled away and dropped a devastating wink. “How about you make yourselves useful and chop the toppings for dinner?”

Finn spluttered. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yup,” Leo deadpanned. “Chop, chop, O’Hara. You’re on sausage and chicken duty. Tremblay, peppers and onions, please.” He looked up and smirked. “I, however, am going to finish up this pizza dough.”

His boys, their faces as red as the tomato sauce waiting to top their pizzas, just groaned and went to take out some knives.

idk if you only write the cubs but I love your writing so much and would love to read some rookie Sirius and Dumo hurt comfort OR some Sirius and Hope Lupin hurt comfort. I feel like all the family time around holidays would be tough for him at first but then he find out he’s so loved ya know😩 thanks babes keep up the great content!!!

This is the SECOND ask for hurt/comfort Sirius and Hope Lupin. I wasn't planning on writing Coops or Sirius/Remus as main characters, but I am a SUCKER for a found family story. It warms my heart. PLUS, this one features the Black Brothers!

Thank you for the kind words, friend! Keep the prompts coming!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Sirius, Regulus, could you come here for a second?”

Sirius looked up from where he was sat in the Lupin’s living room, on the couch with a cup of coffee and a photo album Hope had handed him. Remus, Julian, and Lyall had gone to get the family Christmas tree- something Julian had been very excited about- leaving himself and Regulus alone in the house with Remus’ mom. She was standing in the arched walkway that lead to the kitchen, and was glancing expectantly at the both of him. Regulus bookmarked his page and gingery set the novel down.

“Yeah, Mrs. Lupin?” he asked.

She waved her hand at him. “I told you to stop calling me that, honey. Hope is fine.” She jerked her head. “This way, come on. I need to watch my cakes, so may you please both come to the kitchen?”

It was still weird for the both of them, Sirius thought, to be asked to do things instead of told to do them. Sometimes there was that element, in the way Hope had firmly told Remus and Julian to shovel the snow that morning, but always with a layer of humor and love behind it. They always had a choice in everything, and Hope would never make them do things they never truly were comfortable doing. Remus and Julian were definitely capable, and even liked, shoveling snow- they’d just been a bit lazy and had protested doing it. But Hope had just raised her eyebrows at them, and sure enough, forty-five minutes later they had returned jostling one another, Julian stuffing a massive snowball down Remus’ back. Sirius had watched Regulus’ eyes follow them and was sure the same look was plastered on his own face; laughter had never really been all that common in their household.

They both stood and followed Hope into the kitchen, where she was monitoring what looked like some ginger cakes for the town Christmas dinner food drive she was donating to later that evening. She peeked into the oven, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned to them with a smile on her face. “Now,” she said. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Quoi?” Sirius asked. He and Regulus wore matching confused expressions. “You do?”

“Mmhm,” she said, as though it was obvious. She pointed to two boxes on the counter. Their names were written on little tags in cursive on the top. “Those are for you, dears.”

“Oh,” Regulus said. He looked a little out of place. “Thank you.”

“Go on, open them, I’m excited.”

Tentatively, they both reached for their respective boxes and lifted the lids. Inside each of them was a round wooden ornament with a red ribbon running through the top. And engraved in the otherwise flat surface was-

“The Leo constellation?”

“Canis Major?”

Regulus and Sirius both looked at each other simultaneously, realization dawning, and then at Hope.

“Oh,” Sirius said. “That’s us.”

“You’re right, sweetheart,” Hope answered gently. She leaned onto the counter on her forearms. “Every year, Re and Jules get a new ornament to decorate the Christmas tree with, and there’s a theme every year. I got you each one of those kind this year, too, but I figured you needed some to start with. Re and Jules each got ones carved with their birth flower when they were born, and I thought- well, I thought that your constellations would fit you. The brightest star in the sky, and the heart of the Lion, yes?”

“Yeah,” Regulus said. His voice was soft and his face red, but he looked Hope right in the eye. “Thank you. Thank you.” 

And in a fashion very unlike himself, he walked around the counter and straight into Hope’s arms. 

“Oh,” Hope laughed, surprised, but she squeezed him tightly back. “Oh, you’re welcome, honey. You’re so welcome.” 

Sirius watched his brother, his not-so-baby brother, fold himself, perhaps for the first time, in a loving mother’s embrace, and he wanted to cry. He wanted to hug Regulus, to hug Hope, to hug Lyall and Julian and Remus. He wanted to be a part of this family forever, wanted to take Reg with him. When Hope and Regulus parted, he didn’t know what he must have looked like, but when Hope came around the counter all he could do was fall into her arms. He was much taller and weighed more, but she somehow made him feel tiny and precious in her embrace. 

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you, this means so much. You have no idea.”

“No, I don’t,” she replied, frank as always. “But I hope you never will have to have any idea ever again.”

Sirius squeezed her tight and caught his brother’s eye over her shoulder. Regulus nodded, a small, tiny thing, and he knew: this was what a forever home felt like. 

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.”

PLS I LOVE LEOS CURLS

Give me finnlo seeing Leo’s hair without product for the first time and it’s just all big and messy beautiful golden curls

give me leo with a ten step hair care routine

Give me finnlo having the whole process memorized

Give me leo getting so frustrated by rain cause his curls get all cute and frizzy

on a side note I really love your writing and how kind and consistent but also communicative you are with us! we appreciate you so deeply!

I also have curly hair, so I REALLY understand the frustration. Sometimes all you can do is throw it in a bun, I'm afraid.

Also, you're so sweet! I care about you all, too, and communication is important to me! It makes me so happy that you feel you're being heard. :)

Thank you for all the prompts! Making my way through them!

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

“Okay, checklist,” Leo said, pushing his wet hair back from his face. He counted off on his fingers. “Chicken thighs. Zucchini. Got all the stuff for the sauce here at home, so there’s nothing to worry about there. Summer squash. Those nice sweet onions, those are good. Oh, shallots, too, actually, I’ll add those to the sauce, now that I think about it.”

Finn absentmindedly carded his fingers through Leo’s hair to help him rinse off his conditioner as he continued to babble. “That nice bread from the bakery, baby?” he suggested. 

“Oo, yes, good one, Finn.” Leo reached for their exfoliatoing pad and the soap bar. “But I’ll have to go after going to the grocery store. The bakery is in the other direction, and I want to get the chicken thighs marinating and in the fridge as soon as possible.”

“Soleil,” Logan said, reaching up to wash Leo’s back. “Are you sure you don’t want me to run to the bakery, mon coeur?”

Leo shook his head. “No, thanks, it’s okay. I’ll need your help here. Besides, they take a new batch out around one, so I’ll go to pick it up then, fresh, before we head to Finn’s parent’s place at three.”

Finn smiled. “You’ve got a whole schedule, don’t you?”

“I’ve gotta. I told your mom I’d make this dinner for her so she and your aunt could relax.”

“Yes, but are you relaxed, baby?”

“No, but that’s okay. I like to cook!”

“Okay.” Finn kissed his cheek. “Want me to help you with your hair?”

“No, thanks, honey. I’ll rewet it and do it before we leave. I’m gonna go, gotta arrive when the supermarket opens. I love you.” And with a kiss to each of their cheeks, he was out of the shower and rushing to put his clothes on.

Finn followed his body with his eyes until he couldn’t see him anymore before turning to look at Logan. He was finishing washing himself, also staring at where Leo had walked off to. Logan noticed him watching and smiled softly. “Bien?”

“Oo-ways,” Finn said, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist and kissing him briefly. “You think he’ll be okay?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais, just stressed.” He looked again towards the open bathroom door. “I think his hair is going to bother him later.”

“Mm.” Finn stepped back to open the shower door and grab their towels. “He doesn’t like it when it gets all crazy.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Me, too.” He handed Logan his towel with a grin. “You remember the first time we saw it unstyled?”

“Ouais,” Logan laughed. “He was so embarrassed.”

“Adorable, I think.”

Logan hummed in agreement and Finn bit his lip fondly at the memory. It was just after Logan had moved in and they had an away game. Leo normally didn’t wash his hair on the road so he didn’t have to bring his products with him, but after a particularly sweaty game and a dip in the hotel pool, he was wincing every time he looked in the mirror. It was safe to say his curls had dried into a gorgeous, golden mess. He’d been sheepish, but all Logan and Finn had wanted to do was tug each and every freshly-washed spiral. Since then, he had gotten less ashamed of just letting his hair go, but for fancy events, he still liked to have it shiny and defined and soft. Finn, for one, couldn’t say he hated it. 

“Fish,” Logan said as he was flipping through their drawers for a pair of boxers, snapping Finn out of the memory. “I make breakfast for when Le gets back, you iron our shirts?”

Ironing his boyfriends’ shirts while one of them made breakfast shirtless, awaiting the other’s arrival. If only college Finn could see him now. He grinned broadly. “Sounds good, baby.”

***

“Okay. Okay, okay, cool, chicken is marinated, zucchini and squash are roasted, we’ll just have to heat those up under the broiler at your mom’s so it gets crispy. Her oven has two rows, yes?”

“Yes, sunshine.”

“Good, good. Because I’ll need to cook the chicken through, then set it to broil to get the skin crispy, and that’s when I’ll put the veggies in, too. Salad dressing is prepared, fresh veggies are prepped and in boxes, yes, Lo?”

“Ouais, mon amour.”

“Good, good. Oh! And the pie’s in the carrier, yes, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, baby, I put it in the fridge.”

“Awesome, we’ll have to remember the container of homemade whipped cream, remind me, please.” Leo turned away from the counter and clapped his hands. “Awesome.” He walked around to kiss their lips in bursts. “Thank you, thank you for helping, I love you.”

“Ouais, mon coeur,” Logan said, brushing his fingers over Leo’s hands that were cupping his face. “Love you, too.” 

“How about a nap, baby?” Finn suggested. “We went to the gym super early, and you didn’t sleep well last night. We’ve got time.”

But Leo shook his head. “No, I’ve gotta go to the bakery and be back in time to do my hair.”

Finn sighed. “Baby, a half hour? Please? We’ll sleep with you, I’ll rub your back.”

Leo considered. “What time is it?”

“Just before noon, sunshine. You’ll still have time to go to the bakery.” At Leo’s skeptical look, Finn put on his best puppy eyes and pout. “Please?”

Leo looked at him and took a deep breath. “Fine.”

“Le.”

“Sorry, sorry, honey.” He reached for Finn’s hand to draw him closer and pressed their foreheads together. “I’m sorry, Finn.”

Finn just kissed his cheek and took his hands. “Don’t be, baby, just come rest with us.”

He and Logan ushered Leo into their bedroom and under the covers. Logan crawled up Leo’s body to hover over him. “You want to be in the middle, soleil?”

Leo shook his head. “No, thanks. Too hot.”

“D’accord.” Logan pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. He reached across Leo’s chest for his phone on the night stand. “I’ll set a timer. Thirty minutes, ouais?”

Finn kissed his shoulder. “Yup. Thirty minutes, then we’ll go to the bakery.”

“No, no, it’s okay I can go-”

“Sunshine,” Finn laughed. “We’ve got nothing else to do, and we like going to the bakery with you. You’re all picky about the bread you choose, it’s cute.”

He heard Leo let out a breath. “Okay.” A pause. “I like going to the bakery with you, too.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. He shifted in Finn’s arms to tuck Leo under his chin. Their legs were all tangled under the sheets. “Sleep, mon chou. We’ll see you in a half hour.”

***

Finn woke up feeling as though he’d slept a century. Logan was warm against his chest., and he’d rolled over to tuck his nose under Finn’s neck. Finn stretched his toes and arched his back. Logan, perhaps sensing his movements, let out a deep breath and blinked up slowly. “Salut.”

“Hi.” Finn arched his back and breathed out when it cracked. “Good nap?”

“Mm.”

“Good.” He lifted shook the blankets away too look at his watch, then jerked. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

“Quoi?”

“Shit, it’s almost two. Fuck.” He frantically looked beside him to wake Leo up, then realized that side of the bed was empty and cold. It was quiet, save for the spatter of rain that had apparently started up when they were sleeping. “Le’s not here.”

Logan, who’d sat up and away, stood to go poke his head out the door. “Soleil?” he called. When there was no answer, he walked to peek into the other rooms of their New York apartment. “Soleil?”

Finn flapped around for his phone, finding it buried under the blankets near his feet. In their group chat, there was a text from Leo from about forty-five minutes previous. Overslept. Ran to bakery, hopefully the good stuff isn’t gone.

Don’t worry if it isn't, sunshine, Finn wrote. We’ll figure something out.

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes before swinging to stand up and following Logan out the bedroom door. “Leo went to the bakery. He overslept.”

Logan bit his lip with a furrowed brow. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“He’s gonna arrive and be…”

“Yeah.” Finn opened his arms. “C’mere, ten.”

Logan sighed and pressed himself to Finn closely. “He doesn’t have to work so hard.”

“I know, baby, but he likes to cook. He was so happy in the kitchen this morning.” Finn carded Logan’s hair back to look him in the eye. “Le just wants it to be good.”

“Ouais. Je sais,” Logan whispered, resting his head back on Finn’s shoulder.

“Hm.” Finn kissed his forehead. “We can help him, though. All we have to do is load the cooler and change.”

“His hair.”

Finn winced. “Oh, yeah, shit, that’s gonna make him-”

But he was interrupted by keys scratching at the door and a soaked-through Leo tumbling through. He was clutching his waterproof backpack that Logan got him for Christmas closely. His rain jacket kept his torso dry, but water seemed to have dripped down his neck to his shirt neckline, and his pants and shoes were dripping onto the floor. The curls on his head were frizzy and fluffy, a little static. He was looking at them with wide eyes. “It just started pouring, but I’ve got the bread. And I bought some of those nice dips they have to go with it.” He kicked off his shoes and slid along their wooden floor to the counter. “Okay, we have to pack the cooler, and change, and-” Leo froze, hand going up to half-cover his mouth.

“Le?” Finn asked.

“Shit,” Leo said, softer, then more loudly, “Shit, shit, shit, my hair.” Before Logan or Finn could stop him, he was slipping once again towards the bathroom, catching himself on the doorframe to stumble in front of the mirror. He tugged at his curls roughly. “Oh my God, look, they’re a disaster! Oh fuck.”

“Leo,” Logan said carefully. “It’s okay, they’ll be fine, mon soleil.”

“No, because then tomorrow they’ll be tangled and they’ll just be worse until I wash them again. But I can’t wash them for a few days because it isn’t good for curly hair, and-” Leo let out a frustrated noise. “I can’t go to your mother’s looking like this, Finn, I just can’t do it.”

“Whoa,” Finn said. He walked into the bathroom and turned Leo by the shoulders to look more squarely at him and Logan. “First off, you always look good, so we don’t want to hear that sort of talk about the love of our lives, okay?” Leo looked like he wanted to retort, but instead bit the inside of his cheek. Finn brought his hands up to cup Leo’s neck. “And second, we know your curl routine baby, we’ve helped you do it a thousand times.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He was taking a spray bottle and Leo’s products out from under the sink. “Sit, soleil, on the toilet. We’ll do your hair.”

Leo dutifully let Finn settle him down on the toilet seat, a furrow between his brows. Finn reached out to smooth it with his thumb. “Relax, Le, baby. We got you.”

Together, Finn and Logan started the routine they’d observed hundreds of times. Finn lifted Leo’s curls into sections as Logan wet them with a spray bottle. The thick strands became slippery when they added leave-in conditioner and curl cream, running through Finn’s fingers like gold silk. 

“Ça va, soleil?” Logan asked, reaching for Leo’s styling brush.

“Ouais,” Leo replied softly. “Feels good.”

Finn smiled at Logan over Leo’s head. “Good.”

Finn helped to hold Leo’s hair in sections as Logan ran the brush gently through, curling it like Leo had taught him. Then, they began winding each individual curl around their fingers in little spirals. They talked with each other as they worked, and Leo, at first silent and tense, began to relax his shoulders and smile. The first laugh that broke through made Finn warm. By Logan’s soft look at Leo’s face, he felt the same way. 

When they were finished, Logan stood in front of Leo with two containers and a questioning, but fond, look. “Mousse, gel, or both soleil?”

Leo tilted his head back and forth. “Both, please, to hold up against the rain. But light on the gel, please, or else it’ll be really weighed down.”

“D’accord.” Logan kissed his forehead and moved behind his body again. He scooped some gel into his hands then held them out to Finn. “Some water, please, rouge?”

“You got it.” Finn sprayed Logan’s hands, then watched as he rubbed them together and gently scrunched the gel into Leo’s locks. After a minute, Finn picked up the other bottle. “Mousse now?”

“Ouais, then we’ll scrunch it a bit.”

Leo let out a happy sound as Finn’s hands worked through his hair. “You’re both so cute for knowing my hair routine.”

“Of course we do, sunshine,” Finn said, tongue stuck through his teeth as he focused. Logan’s hands joined him in gently scrunching. “Gotta make sure our prince is perfect looking at all times.” They finished, and he leaned around to press wet kisses on Leo’s cheek. “Right?”

He could feel Leo smiling under his lips. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.” He kissed Leo’s jaw once more before straightening. “Now, what do we have to do to help get you ready?”

“Gotta pack the cooler. And diffuse my hair, because I don’t wanna go out with it wet.”

“I’ll go pack the cooler,” Logan said. He kissed Finn’s cheek, then Leo’s mouth while wiping his hands on a towel. “You’ll diffuse, rouge?”

“On it, babe.” Finn knelt to open the cabinet below the sink and pulled out Leo’s hair dryer and diffuser attachment, as well as his hair oil. He took the microfiber towel Logan had placed on the top of the toilet in his hand and straightened. “Ready, baby?”

“Uh-huh. You remember how to do it? Hover, then-”

“Then gently cup and dry it in sections, a little closer to the scalp. Don’t worry, babe, I got you. You just sit and look pretty, you’re very good at that.”

Leo shook his head fondly, and Finn smiled as he turned on the hair dryer. He squeezed out the initial wetness gently with the towel, then began to hover on medium heat, just like Leo had taught him. Leo was humming quietly to himself like he sometimes did when he was distracted. Finn didn’t think he realized he was doing it; it only happened when Leo was especially happy, so Finn just bit his lip to keep from laughing and making Leo sheepish. It had been a few minutes, so he switched the dryer to a high speed and brought it closer to Leo’s scalp.

“Let me know if I burn you, sunshine, okay?”

“Okay,” Leo said happily, then went back to humming. Finn shook his head fondly and cupped a curl cluster in his hands.

He loved this part. It was almost magical, watching as Leo’s curls turned from soaking wet and heavy to soft and fluffy, the blonde even brighter now after having spent so much time in the sun over the summer. The crunchiness of the mousse faded slightly as the hair dried, leaving behind smooth, defined ringlets. Finn wasn’t kidding when he said Leo was a prince.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, apart from Leo’s soft humming, Logan appeared in the doorway in khakis and a button-down T-shirt. His quad muscles were visible through the fabric, and Finn almost laughed at how abruptly Leo’s humming stopped when he caught sight of them. Logan noticed, too, and smiled delightedly as he came to stand between Leo’s legs and cup his jaw. “Almost done?”

“Yup,” Finn said. “Just finishing the last section. Grab the oil for me, Lo, baby? We can scrunch out the crunch.”

Leo snorted. “I can’t believe you.”

“I like the saying! It’s fun.” He shut off the hair dryer with a satisfied nod. “Alrighty, butter, just another minute.”

He and Logan squeeze some oil on their hands and set about scrunching out Leo’s curls. Finn could feel the crust from the gel and mousse fade away under his fingers, replaced by the soft curls he loved to caress, to lean his cheek on, to tug playfully. He did just that, gripping one ringlet between his pointer finger and thumb and pulling it gently, making Leo laugh.

“Okay,” Leo said, standing up and turning to face them. He bent down to give them each a kiss. “Thank you. I was really stressed.”

Finn snorted. “Yeah, you were, baby. Feel better?”

Leo nodded, running a hand through Finn’s hair. “Loads, thank you, sweetheart.” He caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror and a huge smile broke over his face. “Oh. Would you look at that.”

Even though they were both looking directly at him, Logan and Finn turned to face the mirror, too. Leo was smiling at himself in the reflection, reaching a hand up to touch the curls that were towards the front of his head. Finn liked the way he was looking at himself, like he finally saw how good he looked. Logan and Finn had seen him deflated as he critically examined himself before- the acne on his chin and jaw, the fat he gained when he bulked the last summer, the way his brow furrowed after said bulk when he didn’t fit into his game-day suit anymore. Finn felt the sudden urge to make Leo feel how truly beautiful he was, how much they both absolutely adored every part of him.

“Gorgeous,” Finn whispered, wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. The three of them in the mirror, standing close together, made his heart stutter. He caught Leo’s eye. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Leo’s smile turned sheepish. “Who?”

“Both of you.” He leaned across Leo’s body to smack at Logan’s thighs gently. “Seriosuly, who gave quads a right to look this good?”

Leo and Logan burst out laughing, Logan kissing the top of his head before pulling away to look up at Leo. “He’s right. You’re out of a fairytale.”

Leo grinned down at him. “Thanks, honey.” He kissed Logan briefly, then looked at himself in the mirror once more. “Okay. Wow, my hair looks really good, thank you.” He patted each of their hips before walking away. “Time to get dressed. Gotta get the car loaded.”

“Hey, wait,” Finn said, grabbing Leo’s hand and pulling him back to their bodies in one quick movement. Leo stumbled, but his smile was pleased. Finn placed firm kiss on his mouth. “We love you. We love you and your crazy, beautiful curls, okay? Even when they’re messy.” 

“I know.” Leo’s eyes were twinkly and bright. “I love you, too.” He pressed his lips to Finn’s, then to Logan’s, hard and happy. The soft moment settled over them before Leo clapped his hands. “Okay. Okay, you both look stunning, my curls are fantastic, and I’ve got a dinner to cook. Let’s go.”

Logan and Finn hung back for a moment. Finn felt Logan come up behind him and place his hands on his waist. “We did good, rouge.”

“So good.” He leaned back to kissed Logan’s cheek. “C’mon. We got a Disney prince waiting for us.” He licked his lips. “How mad do you think he’ll be if I mess those lovely curls of his up later?”

Logan laughed. “I don’t think he’ll be too mad.” He tapped Finn’s hip. “Allez, let’s go. Soleil’s waiting.”

Finn just smiled, smitten, and tugged Logan out of the bathroom.

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Vancouver, Canada

“Harz!” 

Finn spotted Remus up the ice, miles ahead of the defenseman chasing after him. He was approaching the blue line. If Finn timed it right, the puck would sail across before Remus, and they could avoid the offside call, leaving just Remus, Sirius, who was coming up the other wing, and the Canucks goalie. Finn raised his stick a little and saucered the puck over, Remus letting it feed through and onto his stick.

Finn had barely brought his own stick down before a body slammed into him. A sharp pain bloomed from his mid to lower back, and he fell with a cry.

He heard the goal horn, and the Canucks player beside him muttering an apology. Finn groaned and winced. Thomas came into his line of vision. “Trainer over here!” He looked down at Finn. “Shit, you alright, Freckle?”

Finn tried for a smile, but he knew it was strained. Leo skated up beside Thomas, blue eyes concerned behind his mask. “What happened, sweetheart?”

“My back,” Finn said. “Fuck, that stings.”

“Coming through, Knut, Walker,” came Lars’ voice. He knelt beside Finn. “Talk to me, seventeen.”

“Thirty-four got me good in the back.”

“Can you sit up?”

Finn tried, but the sharp pain stung him again. “Fuck.”

“Okay,” Lars said. He looked behind him. “Layla, on his other side. We can stabilize him enough to get him to the PT room.”

Together, they helped Finn stand, trying to limit his spine movement as much as possible. He sent Leo a small smile before disappearing down the tunnel.

***

They won, 4-2. Finn watched from the PT room, sucking on a raspberry ice pop Layla had given him to keep him occupied. Just a back strain, nothing major, but he'd be out for a week or two just to be sure. Now, he was impatiently waiting for his sunshine, who was no doubt pulling off his goalie pads. When he heard footsteps, his ears perked up. Leo's voice rang through, like he was talking on the phone. Finn smiled- he knew exactly who that was.

“He's fine, Lo,” Leo said as he opened the door. “Lars just came and told us, it's just a strain.” Logan said something back in French, and Leo shook his head fondly. He said something back before turning to look at Finn. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Finn smiled back. “Is there steam coming out of his ears?”

“Only a little.” Leo came and stood beside him, holding out the phone so Finn could get a full view of Logan’s furrowed brows and intense eyes. “Say hello.”

“Hi, grumpy,” Finn said. “How's it hanging?”

Logan just huffed. “What happened?”

“Just got a little banged up along the board. It's a minor back strain- I'll miss a week, two weeks tops.”

“Promise?”

Finn kissed his fingers and touched the screen. “Promise.” He leaned into the kiss Leo pressed to his forehead. “Good practice?”

“Ouais, until I learned you got injured and I'm not there to see it.”

Leo snorted. “What would you have done, beat the guy up?”

“Ouais.”

“Feisty little attack dog,” Finn teased, just to see the way Logan narrowed his eyes at him. “I love you, baby. We'll call you from the hotel.”

“Ouais, I love you, too.” He looked to Leo. “Good game, soleil. Nice save in the second.”

Leo tilted his head and took Logan in. “Thanks, sweetheart. We've gotta go. I love you, we'll call you in an hour and a half, max, okay?”

“Oui, I'll be waiting.”

Leo blew a kiss, then hung up. He looked at Finn with an amused expression. “Ten bucks he'll be waiting by his phone until we call again.”

Finn snorted. “Oh, a hundred percent. Probably will stare at it, too, until it, like, explodes or something.”

Leo laughed and kissed him lightly. “C'mon, freckle face. Time to go.”

“I might need some assistance. Of the physical kind.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.” He grabbed Finn's hand gently. “Up you go.”

Leo wrapped an arm around Finn's waist, easing the pain in his back. Finn waggled his eyebrows. “Got my hot stuff-care staff.”

Leo sighed and kissed his cheek with a grin. “C'mon. Grumpy's waiting for us.”

***

Gryffindor, USA

“Yes, baby scored!” 

Finn drummed on Leo's belly excitedly as they watched a replay of Logan’s goal. Percy’s saucer pass landed just on Logan's stick, which he slid underneath the pads of the Lightning goalie. Finn kissed behind Leo's ear repeatedly in celebration.

“Fucking beautiful, baby, geez.”

Leo laughed and reached a hand back to scratch at Finn’s scalp. “You're such a puppy. Full of energy.”

“How can you not be? We've got a sexy boyfriend that five-holes goalies like it's his job.”

“It is.”

“Even better.”

They settled back into the couch cushions again as the teams reset, Finn distractedly pressing his lips to Leo’s skin again. He always had such nervous energy when Logan was playing. He itched to be out on the ice with him again, tearing it up together, Leo a solid wall at their backs.

On the TV screen, Luke faced the Tampa center at the dot, sticks across his thighs. The ref dropped the puck and the Rangers won it. It was a bit of a scuffle, each team fighting hard in their offensive zone. After about a minute, Logan's line hopped the boards again. Alex cleanly checked Tampa's left defenseman and sent the puck up the boards where Logan was waiting with his stick. Finn was staring intently, focused just on Logan, but Leo let out a gasp. “Lo, watch-”

There was a cracking sound as number twenty-three crashed into Logan. He let out a yell, his stick tumbling from his hands, the right one cradled against his stomach.

“Shit,” Leo said, sitting up straight. Finn gripped his hips tightly. “Shit, Logan.”

The camera zoomed in on his face. He was in obvious pain, eyes shut, and talking rapidly to Alex. A trainer came up and asked him a couple questions, hand on his back as she led Logan off the ice. Both teams tapped their sticks against the boards. Finn and Leo watched as Logan disappeared down the tunnel. Finn looked at the clock- three minutes left in the third, and the Rangers were up 3-1.

Leo was bouncing his leg. “What happened?”

Finn drew him back down to him. “My bet is on his wrist, sunshine. I'm sure we'll hear something soon.”

Leo was biting his nails, which he only did when he was really nervous. “He's broken a lot of fingers, too, which isn't good if he keeps doing it.”

Finn drew Leo's hand away from his mouth and kissed it. “Just breathe, Le, baby. We won't know until we know.”

Leo couldn't sit still for the rest of the game, so he busied himself with cleaning up the kitchen from their dinner. Finn kept one eye on the TV, one eye on Leo's back. When he asked him if he needed help, Leo just shook his head with a, No thanks, sweetheart, and continued puttering around. Finn raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

About forty-five minutes after the period ended, Finn's phone began to ring.

Leo slid over from the kitchen. “Who is it?”

“Will,” Finn said. He swiped to answer the video call. “Hey, Marshy-Marsh, how's it going?”

Will's jovial smile filled the screen. “Hey there, Harz. Figured I'd call and give you an update.”

Finn smiled back. “Aw, look at you, you softie.”

Will rolled his eyes. The background kept shifting behind him, as though he was walking. “I'm heading to PT right now.” There was the sound of a door opening, and then Percy's voice. Will grinned at whoever was in the room. “Hey, Tremz, I've got your better halves.”

Leo sat down, blue eyes expectant. Finn snorted. “Yeah, hey, Will? I've got an icy blue goalie stare burning a hole in my phone. May you please take us to our grumpy liege?”

Will laughed. “Sure thing.”

Percy came into the frame, smile wide. “‘Sup, A'Horo?”

“Hi, Sharmall.”

“Fish.”

“Okay, okay,” Finn said, patting Leo's thigh. “It's good to see you guys.”

Will took the cue, handing the phone over. Logan’s face filled the screen. “Salut.”

“Are you okay?” Leo asked, leaning in. His words came out in a rush. “What happened? That looked nasty, Lo. Have you eaten?”

Logan let out a full body laugh. “I'm okay, mon soleil. Broken wrist, but I should be back after Christmas.” He tilted his head and gazed at Leo fondly. “And Luke's getting Chinese food. Then I go to the hospital to get a real cast.”

Leo nodded approvingly. “Good. You can eat that with one hand.”

Logan blew him a kiss, then looked at Finn. “Rouge, ça va?”

“All good baby,” Finn replied. He touched his fingers to his phone screen. “Little worried about you. Which hand was it, again?”

“Right,” Logan said. He winked. “Not the one with my engagement ring.”

“Well thank God for that.” Finn turned his head to find Leo biting his nails again, watching Logan anxiously. He laughed and kissed Leo's cheek. “He's fine, Le.”

“He might just be saying that.”

“Non, soleil, I promise, I'm okay.” His smile was a little sad. “Wish I could kiss you, though.”

Leo softened at that. “Soon, honey. We've got a two day break after our road trip next week. We can come to New York.”

Logan made a happy noise. “Ouais, or maybe I can come visit.” He waved his fingers that were peaking out of the top of the make-shift cast. “I can't practice for a bit.”

“Okay,” Leo said. “But you have to fly, or take the bus or the train. You can't drive with that thing.”

Logan sighed fondly. “Has anyone ever told you how protective you are?”

Leo blushed and hid his nose in his sweatshirt. “Sorry.”

“Non, you're sweet.”

“The sweetest,” Finn agreed, biting Leo's jaw. “We’ll go visit Logan and just eat you up.”

Leo made a wanting noise, but it almost sounded like a protest. “He has to be careful-”

“I have another hand, soleil. And a mouth. I'll be just fine.”

There was a choking noise from off the screen, and Alex came into the frame. “I did not need to hear that, Jesus.”

Finn scoffed. “‘Sup, loser.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Annoying little brother.” He nodded to Leo. “Annoying little brother's not annoying fiancé.”

“Hey!” 

Leo laughed, which made Finn warm on the inside. “Hi, Al.  Good game.”

Alex saluted. “Why thank you, your Royal Knutness.” He slapped Logan’s good shoulder. “Food’s here. Then we gotta take this grumpy one to the hospital.”

Logan nudged him. “I am not.”

Alex shoved him gently back. “You so are.”

“Hey, you can't shove me, I'm injured.”

Alex pouted mockingly. “You poor thing.” He looked at the phone. “Bye, baby brother, bye, Leo. I leave you to your damsel in distress.”

“You have a big ass!” Finn yelled after him. He shook his head. “God, he's so annoying.” 

Logan looked at him with raised eyebrows. “What's so bad about a big ass?”

 Finn considered this for a moment, grinning at Logan silently. “You're too right, Tremblay. Alex doesn't have a big ass, he is a big ass.” He winked at Logan, then at Leo. “You two, on the other hand…”

They both laughed, Leo bonking his head against Finn's shoulder. Logan grinned softly at them for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Allez, I should go. I love you, I'll call you tomorrow.”

Leo let out a disapproving sound. “What about after the hospital?”

Logan shook his head. “It'll be late, mon coeur. I'll text you, ouais? Try and get some sleep. Do you have my necklace?”

Finn had it on, but he took it off and slipped it over Leo's head. “Now he does, baby.”

“Bien.” Logan kissed his fingers, then touched the screen. “Bonne nuit, I love you.”

“Love you, baby. Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Love you, honey.”

Logan smiled, then the call ended, displaying Finn's home screen. It was a picture of Logan and Leo at golden hour on Harvard campus, Logan kissing Leo's cheek. Finn had been so proud he'd caught that photo.

Leo let out a heavy breath through his lips and sagged into Finn's arms. “I won't be able to sleep tonight.”

“I'll rub your back, baby.” Finn kissed his head. “He's in good hands.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, he is.” He snuggled further into Finn's chest. “Can you hold me for a little bit?”

Finn made a happy noise in the back of his throat. “I'll hold you for the rest of our lives, sunshine. Of course I'll hold you tonight.” He jostled Leo a little bit. “How about we get ready for bed, then snuggle and read for a bit?”

“Okay, sounds good,” Leo said. He yawned. “I love you.”

“I love you, Le, baby. Love you so much.”

And with that, Finn coaxed him up and into the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.

***

Gryffindor, USA 

“Shit.”

Finn stood up in the family box, watching as the Rangers got a breakaway. The Lions were on the penalty kill, Thomas left as the only defenseman in the Rangers’ offensive zone. New York's fourth line was scrappy, and they were out for blood as they screamed up the ice. 

It was now a three on one, Leo obviously waiting anxiously in his crease to see what Thomas would do. Thomas kept them at bay for as long as he could, but he was outnumbered- the wing sent it past him to the center, and Leo came out to deliver a clean poke check- and the Rangers center completely disregarded it, knocking Leo onto his back and sailing into his own goal.

Finn let out a shout as Leo hit the ice hard. Logan, in his blue jersey, had already hopped the bench and rushed over to Leo, angrily swearing at his teammate, probably in French. The ref gave him a stern word and he quieted with narrowed eyes. But he turned to Leo, hands gentle as he took his gloves off to press them lovingly to Leo's chest.

Finn was running his teeth across his bottom lip anxiously. He waited a minute to see what Leo would do. When he didn't get up, and when Logan called for a trainer, Finn started tapping his foot nervously. 

“Finn, sweetheart, you okay?”

Finn turned to look at Hope Lupin. She and Lyall flew in to watch a stretch of home games in Gryffindor while Julian was on a class trip. They were both looking at him with concern. He accepted the arm Hope put around his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said. “Just wanna see if he's okay.”

At this point, Sirius and Remus had come to help the trainers get Leo and his bulky padding off the ice. He was favoring his left leg. His back-up, Hugo, gave him a pat on the shoulder and went to take his place in the goal. The Rangers had drawn a penalty.

Hope squeezed him for a moment. “Why don't you head down, honey? You can watch Logan from the PT room with Leo if he's feeling up to it.”

Finn nodded. “Right. Yeah, yeah, you're right.” He turned to look at her. “Thank you.”

Her smile was gentle. “Any time, sweetheart.”

“Tell Leo we hope he's okay,” Lyall said.

Finn grabbed his coat. “Will do. See you guys later.”

He hurried down the familiar tunnels to the Lions locker room. The guard didn't even need to see him flash his pass. One of them, Amelia, gave him a comforting pat on the back as he entered. He smiled at her and continued through the doorway to the PT room, where Layla, who'd taken over for Lars a few years ago when he moved to Minnesota, was examining Leo's thigh. She looked up when she saw him. “Hey, Harz.”

Leo, who was relaxing back in the chair, now free of his padding, tilted his head. His blue eyes were a bit strained, but he smiled. “Hi, honey.”

Finn walked over and took off the chain he was wearing around his neck. Leo didn't like to wear things under his padding. When he was away, he left his rings in a nice little jewelry box Finn and Logan had given him as a small gift after their wedding. But for home games, he put them on his gold chain and placed it over Finn's head in the morning before he left for morning skate. Now, Finn kissed the rings, then kissed Leo's forehead as he placed the chain over his neck. “Howdy, butter baby.” He brushed Leo's hair back from his face, then turned to Layla. “What's the diagnosis, doc?”

“Hamstring strain. Right leg. Guy collided with Leo real hard when he was in a crouch and stretched it real good.” She focused on massaging the muscle for a second before looking at Leo with raised eyebrows. “Also a bit of neck strain from his head hitting the ice.”

Alarm bells went off in Finn’s brain. He jerked his head to Leo. “No dizziness? Concussion? Le, baby, you okay?”

Leo snorted. “You want Layla’s job?” 

Finn blushed. “Sorry.”

Leo tugged Finn’s shirt to bring him down and kiss him. “I'm okay, I promise. Just a little whiplash, really. I'll take it easy for a bit.” He played with the hem of Finn’s sweater for a moment, then looked at the TV. “Look, third period’s almost done.”

Finn did look. It was 2-1, Rangers. Hugo had only let in one goal, then, and there were about ten seconds left. Finn brushed Leo’s curls off his face. “Sorry about the loss, baby.”

Leo smiled gently at him. “It’s okay. We’re both clinched for the playoffs. We’re trying to just finish out the season, really.”

A horn sounded, then the players were shaking hands. Finn laughed to himself as he saw Logan rushing through it, obviously eager to be off the ice. Leo must've noticed it too, because he snorted. “How long until he's barging through that door?”

Layla scoffed. “Less than ten minutes.” She looked up at them from where she was still massaging Leo’s muscle. “He’s not very sneaky, is he?”

Finn smiled. “No, he's not.” He peered at where her fingers were working against Leo’s thigh. “How’s it going?”

“Good, a little less tension.” She stepped back, stretching out her fingers. “I'm going to leave you here for a minute, Leo, and check in on the other guys. Then I'll bring you some painkillers and a special pillow for your neck, deal?”

Leo nodded, holding up a fist for her to bump. “Deal. Thank you, ma’am.”

She winked, bumped his fist, then was out the door.

Now that they were alone, Finn took the opportunity to sit on the PT chair beside Leo, stroking his hair back from his face. “You scared me for a moment there, husband.” When Leo wrinkled his nose, Finn laughed. “What?”

Leo laced their fingers together. “I don't know, people don't really use just the word ‘husband’ as a pet name.”

Finn pouted. “But it's my favorite word.”

Leo kissed his hand with a grin. “I know it is. Mine, too. It just sounds weird in that context.”

“What about if I say my husband? Huh, how does that sound?”

Leo rolled his eyes, but he was smiling and blushing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Nuh uh,” Finn protested. “You are my husband. I've got the pictures to prove it, I've got three rings- and I probably have some hickeys still left over on the inside of my thighs from our honeymoon.”

Leo snorted and put a hand over his eyes. “No you don't, that was months ago.”

Finn leaned down to nuzzle his cheek. “I don't know. You and Lo kind of went to town.”

There was the sound of heavy, rushing footsteps outside the door. Leo smiled. “Speak of the devil.”

“Oh yeah,” Finn said. He sat up and counted down on his fingers. “Three, two, one-”

“Soleil.” Logan burst through the door, panting. He had taken the pads on his upper body off, but not the ones on his legs. He still had his skates on. “Soleil.”

Leo laughed at him. “You look ridiculous.”

Logan just scowled. Finn moved down the bed so Logan could kneel by Leo’s head. For all his forceful intensity, he touched Leo’s cheek so softly. “What happened, mon coeur?”

“Hammie strain in my right thigh, a neck strain. Whiplash, mostly, I think.”

Logan touched the base of his neck, as if to sooth the hurt. “And your head?”

Leo kissed his forearm. “All good, honey.”

Logan nodded. “Bien.” He kissed Leo softly. “I missed you, mon amour.”

Finn smiled. The Rangers had gotten in a little late due to some rain, so Leo and Logan didn't have time to say hi until they were already on the ice. Finn had had the privilege of being allowed into the visitor’s locker room for a quick kiss (or two, or three, or four- Finn had lost count, actually) and an I love you, but his husbands had only had the chance to tap helmets on the ice before taking their places. As if to make up for it, Logan was pressing soft kisses all over Leo’s face.

“Lo,” Leo laughed, then winced. “Ow, don't make me laugh too hard.”

“Désolé,” Logan whispered. He kissed Leo lingeringly. “Désolé, I'm sorry, I love you.”

Leo rubbed a hand up and down Logan's ribs. “I love you. Now.” He patted Logan's butt firmly a few times. “Go get changed and listen to your coach, then it's home time, okay? Then we can carefully cuddle.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “So carefully.” He kissed Leo again. “See you in a bit.” When he turned to Finn, he opened his arms for a hug. “Rouge.”

Finn came and wrapped him up. They were eye-to-eye when Logan was in skates. “Good game, baby.”

“Mm, merci.” Logan pulled back to kiss him. “Je t'aime, I'll be right back.”

Like Leo had, Finn patted Logan's butt. “Atta boy, hubs.” Both his husbands looked at him imploringly. “I'm telling you, it'll catch on.”

Logan just kissed him again, then turned to lean down and kiss Leo's forehead. He tried to walk away, but came back to kiss Leo once more. “Allez,” he muttered to himself. “Allez, I love you, I'm going.” Then he was out the door just as subtly as he came in, skates clunking down the hallway.

Leo looked to Finn fondly. “He is the most grumpy and fiery sweetheart there ever was.”

Finn hummed happily and ran a hand through Leo’s hair. “Too right you are.” He moved his hand down to thumb Leo's lip. “How about ice cream sundaes when we get home?”

Leo smiled. “Sounds perfect.”

The door clicked open behind them. Layla stepped through, holding a bright pink pillow, almost like the kind to take on a plane, with emojis on it. It looked a bit ridiculous. 

“All right,” she said, dark eyes twinkling. “How about some neck support?”

Leo and Finn looked at each other and laughed.

This was something I wrote ages ago, so have a gift!

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TW: Mention of nefarious activities but nothing explicit!

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“Tremblay, what have you done this time?”

Logan knew that Cecilia, his manager, was being sarcastic, but her eyebrows still raised warily as he stepped into her office. She was fairly new still, and Logan liked her a lot. Martin had recommended her upon his retirement two years ago, and she had been nothing but efficient and helpful- but Logan couldn’t deny that he did cause her a little trouble. He winced internally at the memory of the time he had gotten into a brutal fight with an L.A. Kings player who’d said something about Leo, who was out with a hamstring injury at the time. He’d implied an unsavory way in which Leo could have gotten that injury, and Logan had immediately lost it. 

He had woken up to a message from Cecilia saying Impressed, but really? with some photos attached that had circulated Twitter. They weren’t anything incriminating, just annoying, but they had required he attend a conference regarding his ‘attack dog tendencies’, as Finn so loveingly called them. Needless to say, however, Cecilia had not been impressed, and he had bought her some really nice chocolates as a thank you for clearing up the misudnerstanding.

He closed the door behind him. “Hi, Cece, how are you?”

She brought her shoulder-length micro-braids up in a twist. “Depends on what you have to say to me Logan.” Her voice was serious, but her expression was teasing. “Have a seat, hon.”

That was another thing that Logan liked about Cecilia. She was no-nonesense, but she was unbearably kind. Her wife, Leanna, played for the New York Sirens, so she was knowledgeable not only about the hockey world, but about how to exist as a queer player within it. Sometimes, if Logan was particularly lonely, he would ask them to go out for a beer, or Leanna would cook for them in their apartment. It felt good to have friends here in New York- even if they sometimes just reminded what he was missing back in Gryffindor.

Which was why he was here today.

He sat down in front of her desk, looking at the picture of her and Leanna when the Sirens won the Walter Cup the previous year. It made him smile and remember that first Stanley Cup he had won with his boys, just about seven years previous. He remembered the parties, and the handshakes, and the hugs from his parents and sisters- but he mostly remembered feeling high and in love on top of it all, the newness of it all. He still felt like that- he’d definitely felt that when they had gotten married two years previous. 

And that’s why now he felt it was time to end that feeling of separation, of sadness. The day after they lost in the Conference Finals less than a week ago, he had called to set up a meeting with Cecilia. His boys were still sleeping when he left, and he had left a note saying he was going to meet up with the team for a final good-bye before they all went their separate ways for the summer. In reality, he had nervously driven here, to Cecilia’s office, hoping he was going to be able to convince her to free him from the box that had weighed down on all their shoulders for years.

Logan looked up to Cecilia. “I want to leave New York.”

She didn’t even flinch, just folded her hands on her lap and nodded for him to continue.

He took a deep breath. “I just- I appreciate everything the Rangers have done for me. And, ouais, d’accord, it could have been a lot worse.” He sighed, suddenly nervous. “And I am… grateful it hasn’t been worse, but- but I think it’s time for me to go.

“I really just,” he started again, then realized he was tearing up. He wiped his nose on his sleeve. “I really miss my husbands. And we made a plan together three years ago that, at the end of mine and Leo’s contracts, we would renegotiate together.” Logan looked at Cecilia, trying to look sure of himself. “So I want to go back to the Lions. Or- or I retire.” He rolled his eyes. “Mais, non, I won’t retire.” He squinted, though, thinking. “Second option is Leo coming here. Which is… fine. But if that’s not happening, then I retire.”

To his surprise, Cecilia just smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she said. She shuffled around in her desk, pulling out a file. “Leo called me last week, and basically said the same thing.” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Although, he didn’t threaten me with retirement.”

Logan flushed with a small smile. “Non, don’t tell them I did that. I think that was just in the moment.”

She laughed. “And I don’t know why it’s a threat to me exactly, but you especially made it seem like that.”

Logan cocked his head, smile challenging. “Well, me retiring means you lose a salary, non?”

Cecilia just snorted. “Tremblay, I’ve got plenty enough clients. You’re not that special, sorry.” She settled down, her expression turning soft. “In all honesty, I’m happy you came to me. No offense, but I can only take so much more of your sad eyes looking at my wife and I in our kitchen cooking you dinner when you have a perfectly capable chef for a husband waiting for you at home.”

Logan laughed, then sat up straighter, suddenly. “What do you mean- waiting for me at home?”

Cecilia grinned slyly. “I had the privilege of having a chat with Arthur Weasley the other day.” She took out a piece of paper from the folder, sliding it over to him. “He’s excited to be welcoming you back for training camp in August.”

Logan just stared at her for a second, then at the papers. There in front of him was his name, a number with a dollar sign- he didn’t care what it was, honestly, they had plenty of money. But he’d been waiting for this moment for so long he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

He looked back up at Cecilia. “I thought- I thought it’d be a lot harder to negotiate this, if I’m honest.”

She just shrugged. “Trust me, I’ve got my magical ways.” She leaned over, resting on her forearms. “But I think it’s time that you call your boys. Or, better yet-” She looked at her watch, then nodded at the door. “I’ve got a couple of guys out there waiting for my next appointment, if you want to let them in.”

Logan’s eyes widened, then he bolted out of his chair and ripped open the door. Leo jumped slightly in the chair he was sitting in- he made it seem so small. Finn, beside him, was gripping Leo’s thigh in surprise, then furrowed his brow when he saw Logan. He stood. “Lo? Baby, what-?”

But Logan was just laughing, walking over in a couple strides to grab Finn’s neck and bring him down for a hard, happy kiss. Finn made a noise as he relaxed into Logan’s hold and wrapped his arms around his waist. Logan pulled away when he felt Leo’s hand on his hip, turning to kiss him, too. Logan was squished in between his two boys, warm and happy and finally going home.

“Lo,” Leo said against his lips. “Lo, Logan, sweetheart. What’s going on?”

Logan pressed one more hard kiss to his lips before pulling away. Finn and Leo were both flushed but still surprised, gripping him hard around his waist and hips as they looked down at him. They looked so funny to Logan in that moment that he had to just laugh. 

Finn, smiling confusedly, just squeezed his ribs a little bit. “Lo, baby, what’s happening?”

Logan leaned in to look in his eyes, noses brushing. “Looks like number ten is going to be back on Gryffindor ice.”

Leo made a choked gasping sound behind him and Finn’s eyes widened. 

“No,” Finn said, mouth splitting into a smile. “No fucking way!”

Logan was nodding, then Finn was gripping his face hard and pulling him into a deep kiss. Leo wrapped his arms harder around Logan’s ribs, lips against his neck. “Oh, Lo,” Leo whispered, voice a little shaky. “Oh, God.”

Logan broke away from Finn, who just pressed a few sloppy kisses to his face, laughing, before he turned to Leo. “Ouais, ouais, soleil.”

“Oh my God,” Leo said again.

Logan realized that Leo was crying. “Sh, sh, soleil,” he shushed, pressing kisses to Leo’s red cheeks. “Don’t cry. Sh, non, don’t cry, c’est bien.”

Leo laughed. “I’m not sad, God, no.” He kissed Logan hard and short in that way he only did when he was deliriously happy. “I’m just so happy, Lo. Oh-” 

He stopped himself, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist to lift him into a hard hug, Logan’s feet leaving the ground. Logan laughed as he looped his own arms around Leo’s neck. Finn came up behind them and placed his hands gently on Logan’s hips, coaxing Logan’s legs around Leo’s waist. He began to press hard kisses to the back of Logan’s hair and the top of Leo’s head, which was resting in the curve of where Logan’s shoulder met his neck. They were all smiling hard into each other’s skin and laughing a little.

“Fuck,” Finn said giddly. “Fuck, ten. This is so good, what the hell.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “Ouais, I’m coming home.”

Leo whined a little into Logan’s neck and Logan shushed him again. “Sh, sh, soleil.”

“Sorry,” Leo said, pulling back. Logan wiped away the tears on his rosy cheeks, and Finn leaned around briefly to kiss his lips. “Sorry, it’s just- it’s just been really hard without you.”

Logan nodded in understanding. He’d thought it would be harder on Finn to be apart, especially considering the beginning when Logan left. He knew that he had partially manifested Finn’s worst fear of one of them leaving, but they’d moved past that ages ago. To all of their surprise, including his own, it had been Leo who had had the most difficult time with the separation. He frequently didn’t sleep well and would sometimes get into these funks where he would be sad and nostalgic for days. It checked out, Logan guessed- Leo had always missed his home more than most people, more than Logan or Finn. And just when they had established a home together in Gryffindor all those years ago, Logan had been traded to New York. For him, within two years he had left one home and had one taken away from him, or at least for the nine months of the year that they played hockey. 

Logan and Finn had gotten a lot better at dealing with Leo’s times of spaciness. Normally, he needed to be held by Finn and to call Logan. Finn would read to them, or he would fall asleep to Finn and Logan’s talking. Leo just loved their voices- Logan could relate. He took numerous videos every time he came home and savoured every voice message they sent him, just to rewatch or relisten to them constantly when they were apart. It had gotten easier once Finn had retired and he was able to visit on weekends or travel with Leo to New York, but it definitely stung that Leo was at the mercy of the NHL schedule and his time with Logan was more limited. 

Now, though, hopefully Leo wouldn’t feel that way ever again. 

They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Logan looked over Leo’s shoulder to see Cecilia standing by her office door with her arms folded. Her eyebrows were raised, but her eyes were teasing. “Not that this isn’t sweet, boys, but I believe it isn’t official under Mr. Tremblay signs some papers.”

They all laughed.

“Sorry, Cece,” Finn said, helping Logan down from Leo’s hold. They followed her into her office. Finn took Leo’s hand as Logan approached the desk. “We’re just excited, I think.”

“I know,” she replied, placing a pen on top of Logan’s contract. “Been a long time coming, huh?”

Leo shrugged. “Yeah, but you understand how it is more than anyone.”

She nodded. “Yeah, the constant traveling and being apart does take its toll on anyone.” She reached out to ruffle Logan’s hair playfully. “But this one called me all stubborn the other day, so I figured I could do something about that.”

Finn snorted. “That’s one way to describe him.”

Logan tisked his tongue, but signed his signature to the dotted line. When he was finished, he looked up to find everyone else smiling at him.

“Well,” Cecilia sighed. “Looks like I’ll be seeing a lot less of your face around here, Logan. Phone calls only.” She narrowed her eyes. “Unless you cause any more trouble.”

Finn laughed, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist and pressing a harsh kiss and a bite to Logan’s sharp jaw. “Don’t worry, Cece. He’ll be very good, promise.”

“Finn,” Leo chastised.

But Cecilia just laughed. “Okay, O’Hara. You can continue that at home.” She walked around her desk, and Logan met her for a hard hug. “I’m very happy for you Logan.” She pulled back and put her hands on his shoulders. “And any time you’re back in the city, you’re always welcome over for dinner. All of you.”

“Merci, Cecilia,” Logan said. “Thanks for- for everything.”

She just patted his shoulder softly. “My pleasure, you know that.” She turned to Leo and Finn. “Come here, you two. Then you be on your way- gotta pack up that New York apartment, I imagine.”

Leo and Finn hugged her with bright smiles and a ‘thank you’ each before she was ushering them out the door. 

“I’ll get this contract processed ASAP, Logan, and then I’ll call you when it’s finalized.” She stopped, resting her body against her office door. “But as far as I know, you’re all good to go back to Gryff.”

“Merci beaucoup,” Logan said, hugging her once more. “À bientôt.”

“Nos vemos,” she replied, stepping back. “Off you go boys. Give me a call when you’re back in the city.” And with a final wave, she closed her office door behind her.

Now in the silent hallway, Logan turned to his two boys, who were looking at him expectantly. “Quoi?”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “Seemed like a fun meeting with your team.” 

Logan rolled his eyes. “It was going to be a surprise.”

Leo took him under an arm as they started to walk. “And what if it hadn’t worked out?”

Logan shrugged. “That wasn’t going to happen.”

Leo snorted.

“Non,” Logan said. “I wasn’t going to let it happen.” He briefly took the hand Leo had over his shoulder and kissed the back of it before letting it go limp against him again. “I’ve spent enough time away from you. Not anymore.”

Finn just took his hand and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Agreed, ten.” He grinned. “Feels so good to call you that again and have it be true.”

Logan laughed. “I thought I always was your ten?”

“Well,” Finn said. “You’re a ten outta ten, if that’s what you’re wondering.” He winked at Leo. “You, too, sunshine.”

Leo just blushed as they entered the elevator and he pushed the button for the parking garage. “You think you’re so clever, Fish.”

“You surely thought that last night when I-”

“Finn.” 

Finn was still laughing when the elevator doors opened for them. Logan walked to his car, then realized they were following him. “Where’s your car?” he asked.

Leo kissed his head. “We walked to breakfast then took the subway here.”

“Hey Le,” Finn interrupted, taking Logan’s keys from him. “I’ll drive, if you wanna blow Logan in the backseat.”

Logan straightened as Leo spluttered. “Finn!” Leo whisper-shouted. His eyes were wide and a bit admonishing, but his adorable cheeks were flushing steadily. “What is up with you today?”

Finn smirked at him and kissed his cheek. “Don’t pretend like you don’t like it.” He chirped the car to unlock it. “Besides, I’m just basking in the love.” He paused. “And if you give me a show and blow Lo in the backseat, maybe I’ll blow you when we get home.”

Logan hummed. “Maybe?”

Finn winked. “Definitely, baby. I’ll blow you both, if you wanna go again, Tremz. Maybe do a little bit more than blow you, if that’s what you want.”

Logan blinked hard. “Ouais. Ouais, yeah, let’s go.”

Finn opened the back door, and Logan gently ushered a blushing Leo into the backseat and closed the door behind them.

Leo shifted as Logan followed and they buckled themselves in. “You’re sure lucky that these windows have shades we can put up, Fish.”

“Counting on it, butter.” He climbed in the driver’s side, adjusting the rearview window. Logan could see his brown eyes in the reflection. “Let’s get going boys. Gonna be a long drive with the midday traffic. You might as well make the most of it.”

Logan smiled at Leo’s flushed skin and Finn’s sharp grin as he leaned over to kiss Leo. Their mouths moved together and he could tell Finn was watching them in the mirror with the way he started cursing. Leo’s body was warm, his hands were working on Logan’s shorts zipper, and Finn was praising them from the front seat- Logan was so high on their sounds and their bodies he almost didn’t know what to do with himself. And, best of all, underneath the teasing words and the heated touches, there always was the love. The beautiful, soul-encompassing love that his boys gave him all day, every day, whether together or apart. But now, that distance was being crossed, hopefully never to part them again.

Logan smiled against Leo’s mouth, reached for Finn’s hand to squeeze it. He couldn’t wait to go home. 

Hi!! Youre writing Is everything!! Cant really stop! I have no idea how to use this app, I Guess this Is where we ask for ideas for you to write? Anyway Im obsessed with this trio, but very much would like to read about Leo/Regulus friendship, I think Leo would be such a good friend, great advices, so suportive and so mature, or maybe just being his 19 yo self... Thanks anyway ❤️

Oh, I LOVE a good Leo/Regulus friendship moment! In this story I wrote, they're a little older than 19. Maybe 21? 22? Right before Reg's senior year of college? But they're having fun fishing- I headcanon Leo as a HUGE fisherman. It just relaxes him, and he just loves to sit out on the water in the early morning with a cup of coffee, by himself or with QUIET company, and catch some bass. Or trout, maybe, but I see him more as a spin or sea fisherman than a fly fisherman. I think that's probably something he gets into in retirement, though, and I DEFINITELY think it's something that Logan and Finn just CANNOT get into (except for sea fishing; I think Logan likes it 'cause it's on the ocean, and Finn likes it because he can nap in the sun and he doesn't have to be AS quiet). Hence, Regulus makes the PERFECT fishing companion: he's chill, he's quiet, and he is DEFINITELY an early riser. Plus, Leo just loves to spend time with his best friend, he loves him so much. <3

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

P.S. Yes, this is where you all send me prompts for any ideas that you have that you want me write! It can be done anonymously or not, it's up to your discretion. And my asks are ALWAYS open, so I accept ideas at any time. Depending on how many prompts I have and how long it takes me to write each one (some are longer than others, like any AUs where I have to make a story base of my own, which is really fun!), I might not publish it for up to a month, but rest assured I am working on it!

Leo took in a deep breath of the cool morning air of the lake, letting his head fall back to absorb the warm sun. Beside him, Regulus was doing the same, fishing rod held loosely in his hand as he reeled in slowly. Leo followed suit, not wanting to let the line slack too much, and kept his eye on the bobber as it floated in the still water. There were no bugs this early, and the only sounds were the bird calls and the world waking up around them. Every now and then, the canoe rocked with the water, but other than that everything was still and calm.

“This is nice,” Regulus whispered. “Thanks for dragging me out of bed.”

Leo laughed quietly as he reeled in the last of his line, drawing his rod over his shoulder before flicking his wrist and sending the lure sailing to plop softly in the water again. “No problem.” He squeezed his rod in between his knees briefly before reaching into the cooler beside him and pulling out a bag. “Zucchini bread?”

“Please.”

Leo handed Regulus a piece and sat back for a moment, holding the bread in his mouth while he reeled in a bit, watching as the line uncurled on top of the water. He finished his piece, then took a sip of coffee from his thermos. “Honestly, feels good to get out of the city. I didn’t realize how lucky I was in New Orleans, having both the city and the water right there.”

“Mm,” Regulus hummed. He swallowed around his own sip of coffee. “I never went fishing before Lyall took me the summer of Sirius and Remus’ wedding.”

Leo looked carefully at Regulus, but he was as stoic as ever, eyes contemplatively looking out over the lake. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “It wasn’t- you know. My parents just cared about hockey.” He laughed a little humorlessly. “I don’t even think they cared about it that much, either. Just what it brought them.” His eyes looked down into his lap. “What Sirius and I brought them.”

Leo felt a twinge of sadness tug at his gut. “Reg…”

Regulus looked at him and smiled slightly. “It’s okay, Le. I’m better now.” He shrugged. “At least I get to do it now, I guess. For myself. Fishing is freedom, or something.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, I guess it is.” He nudged Regulus’ knee with his own. “Still, I’m here if you- you know. Need to talk.”

Regulus nudged him back. “I know you are.” He settled back onto the little portable seat he’d put on the bench under him. “But honestly? I kind of like the quiet. Sirius might not seem like it, but he’s so loud and annoying sometimes. Both him and Remus, my God.”

Leo laughed, a little too loudly for the hour. He probably scared off some fish, but he didn’t care. “Honestly, I’m not surprised. Logan is the same way. He and Finn together at home are just- chaotic, sometimes. Lots of energy.”

Regulus snorted. “Finn has energy everywhere. Logan just feeds off him, I swear.” He gave Leo a once over. “You calm them down, though.”

That made Leo all warm inside. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

Regulus wrinkled his nose. “Get that look off your face, this is our time.” He turned back to the water. “You’re all so fucking gross.”

Leo rolled his eyes playfully. “Don’t pretend you don’t like hanging out with us. You and Logan are quite the team when we go to the bar, you know.” He reeled in the rest of his line. “I can’t believe you got him to do karaoke.”

Regulus bit back against a smile. “Well. He had a lot to drink.”

“Yeah, and who’s fault was that? Finn and I certainly didn’t order him that many rum and cokes. We know better.”

“What can I say? College has a bad influence on me.” He took another sip of his coffee and pointed a finger at Leo. “And your boyfriends were once frat boys, don’t you forget. They know how to have a good time.”

Leo smiled out at the water. “They do. They’re trouble.”

Regulus cast his rod again. “Are they upset I’ve stolen you?”

Leo considered this for a minute. “Not really. I think Finn is a bit- I don’t know, he can get kinda clingy at this point in the summer, right before Logan goes back to New York. But he’ll be okay.” Leo watched the bobber float on top of the water. “We talked about it before I left. We’re people outside of the fact that we’re dating, and you’re also leaving soon, so I need to spend time with you. I think he sometimes forgets that, because… well…”

Regulus smirked. “You’re his entire fucking world?”

Leo tisked and kicked Regulus’ foot. His face was warm. “Shut up.” He sighed. “I don’t know, I think it’s more that his social circle really is the Lions, or his brother, or his college friends. And they all play hockey. Which is fine.” He cast again. “And that circle also includes me and Logan. So it’s just what he’s used to. But I’ve got other friends, you know? And Logan has Luke, who is definitely, like, just his friend.”

Regulus looked at him with a furrowed brow. “Do you think- is that going to be, like, a problem for Finn?”

Leo shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, you’re friends with people who have similar interests as you, right? And he loves hockey- he would, even if he didn’t play.” He reeled in a bit. “I just think it sometimes limits his perspective. That, and the fact that he doesn’t really have to try to see his best friends, because they’re all together for hours every day. But we’re working on it.” He looked at Regulus, who was biting the inside of his cheek. “He’s happy I’m here, don’t worry. And I’m happy to be here. This fishing weekend is for us, not for boyfriends.”

That made Regulus snort. “How about I tell them you said that?”

“Oh, don’t, please. Finn will put on his pout, and Logan will just stare at me, and then- I just…”

“Can’t resist them?”

Leo sighed in defeat. “No. They’re pretty convincing. And pretty pretty.”

“Ew.”

“Ha-ha.” He flashed his eyes at Regulus and winked. “Don’t worry, Reg, you’re pretty, too.”

Regulus fake gagged. “Oh my God, that’s so gross. You’re so gross.”

“I love you, too.”

Then, suddenly, Regulus’ rod bent so far it curved over the edge of the boat. 

“Holy shit!” Regulus exclaimed. He sat up straighter, bracing his core. He jerked the rob up, hooking the line, and began to reel. “Shit, fuck, Le, this is a big one.”

Leo reeled his own rod in and set it aside, reaching for the net they brought. “You got it, c’mon. Is it hooked well?”

“Yup.”

“Okay.” Leo turned around, leaning carefully over to see where Regulus had reeled the fish in close to the side of the boat. He laughed. “Holy shit, Reg.”

“What?”

“Fucking pig, look at it!” Leo reached down with the net. “Reel just a bit more- there!” He brought the net up, Regulus and him wearing matching goofy grins. “Look at her.”

Regulus laughed, reaching into the net to gently take the hook out of the fish’s mouth, and held it up. It was the length of his forearm, and fat. “Big ass bass.”

“Bitch ass bass, as Finn would say.” Leo slapped Reg’s shoulder. “Holy fuck, lemme get a picture.”

Regulus posed with a smile, cheeks red from the exertion of reeling in the fish. It was calm in his gentle hands. Leo took a few pictures, then set his phone back in the waterproof bag. 

“Good?” Regulus asked.

“Fucking awesome.” Leo leaned in to look at the bass a bit closer. “Look at the gorgeous color on her. Well fucking done.”

“Merci.” Regulus carefully moved over to the edge of the boat and leaned over, setting the fish in the water. “Bye, fishy.”

They watched it squirm away until it blended with the dark color of the lake. Regulus sat back, satisfied, and picked up his rod again.

“Well,” he said. “Time to catch another one.” He raised his eyebrows challengingly at Leo. “See who gets the most before lunch?”

Leo grinned widely. “You’re so fucking on.” 

Then they both cast at the same time, their lures flashing in the brightening sun before rippling in the water.