#Finn O'hara x Leo Knut x Logan Tremblay

[remuslupininskirts]

I need Wolfstar recs! Please. I can never find good fics.

Wait give me a minute to compile.

*Me takes ages to get list then forgets about ask by accident*

Me: shit.

Okay here we go

Storms and stress

Sirius is a student at durmstrang and comes to hogwarts then meets the boys

Forever is a state of mind

Deaf dance choreographer remus with young teddy meets make-up artist sirius.

Red, White & Royal Annoyance

Rwrb au for wolfstar (the garden kiss)

Siriusly? The moon!? Okay i went through a period of really liking social media aus so this is another

Countermoves

Hunger games au.

Literally read anything by athenowl and you should be good so hears some of their other stuffs

Axe and sword

Royal au -athenowl

The secret garden

A secret garden au -athenowl

Okay i will stop with the athenowl love now

Turn on my charm

Oh wait another fuckin YouTuber au i promise i dont have a problem

.You’re my kaleidoscope

Raising teddy au after he was left on remus’s doorstep. James and sirius step up to the plate to help

The kitchens

Will you accept another royal au?

OKAY AND THE BEST FOR LAST. MY FAVOURITE SHIP AND SUB-FANDOM

Sweater weather

Ice hockey au. It has the best fandom ever around it with loads of other fics.

My favourites being written by @/fruitcoops

Who may or may not also be athenowl

Their fics are just crazy good okay.

#remus lupin #wolfstar #sirius black #remus x sirius #james potter #harry potter #hp marauders #james x lily #jily #rem’s asks #sweater weather lumosinlove #lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #the cubs #gryffindor lions #coops #finn o'hara #leo knut #logan tremblay #alex o’hara #regulus black #kasey winters #natalie darcy #o’darwin

[xxxregulusblackxxx]

Anyone else want more Leo Knut and Regulus content? Like PLEASE there always said to be hanging out, show me them! We already know Regulus wears his jersey to games, show me them fake flirting in front of the team, show me Regulus having his gay realization one of those times and show me Remus picking up on it. Show me big Brother Remus Lupin to Regulus and show me Regulus having a breakdown over a crush that's forming show me him TRYING to distance himself from Leo but there so co dependent at that point he can't. Show me Logan realizing Regulus feelings and telling him it's okay and he gets it. Show me Regulus falling for the Cubs and them falling back but not saying anything to each till Logan says something to Finn and Leo. Show me Leo inviting Regulus over and confessioning then his other 2 confesse after and Regulus is so overwhelmed but it's good and show me Regulus just kissing Leo then kissing Finnlo.

OR Show be best friends Regulus and Leo. Show me Regulus ranting about Barty and possibly Evan to Leo and trying to decide if he wants to ask them out or not. Show me Regulus showing up at halftime to a game the Lions are losing and just saying to Leo. "My boyfriend's are here do better Knut. They can't be thinking my best friends is a loser" In his super sarcastic tone that he only uses with Leo and Rosekiller and then show me Leo getting super excited because "You asked them out?" And it just boosting his mood so much that it affects the whole team. Show me Regulus bringing his boys in saying "Good job you aren't all losers. Meet my boyfriends" Show me Sirius absolutely lose his mind because "what the fuck" and "Reggie you're gay?". Show me Leo smiling watching his best friend then coming up to Barty and Even and being super supportive but also threatening.

Look. I'm a multi shipper what do you want from me? I ship Jegulus too just not in the SW universe

#wolfstar #lumosinlove #leo knut #finnlo #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #o'knutzy #regulus black #regulus x o'knutzy #rosekiller #starkiller #regulus x barty #regulus x Barty x Evan

[lumosinlove]

Vaincre

February (part two)

Sirius took Remus’ hand across the center console, and let out a breath when Remus squeezed it.

“Maybe…” Remus began. “Maybe I should take it off?” He looked down at the ring, the diamond catching the sunlight. “God, I don’t want to, but maybe just for today.”

“Non, non,” Sirius shook his head, eyes on the road. “I don’t think anyone would want you to feel like that.” Sirius, eyes still sad, sent a smile Remus’ way. “I also don’t want you to take it off.”

“I know, but, maybe…” Remus sighed and rubbed his eyes. “God, I have fucking, like…emotional whiplash or something.”

“Tell me about it,” Sirius mumbled and threw his blinker on. He looked tired. They’d stayed up late, very happily, and then even later still once Remus had made the mistake of checking his phone before bed. “Merde, I…I really didn’t think…”

“I mean, maybe it’s one of those loan trades, you know?” Remus said. “That makes the most sense to me, Tremz’s contract had, what, one more season on it? He was about to be a free agent, the Rangers were looking for a solid winger for their top line and we’re slumping hard.”

“Loan doesn’t always mean we get him back, though,” Sirius said. “And I want him back.”

“No, but it means new blood, a mix-up. We’ve seen teams coming right off of a Cup do this before. I wouldn’t be surprised if management thinks we needed a kick in the ass.”

“This isn’t a kick in the ass,” Sirius sighed as the arena came into view. “This is a kick in the teeth.”

Remus brought Sirius’ knuckles up to his lips and kissed them. “I know. I know it is. I’m not trying to reason it out, I just…”

“At least one of us can see reason in it,” Sirius raised a few fingers off of the steering wheel at Ned, who manned the parking lot booth. There were fans at the gate, as always, but Sirius gave them a shaky smile only. Remus saw a few holding up Tremblay jerseys and looked away.

“Do you think Finn and Leo are in?” Remus asked as the jerseys disappeared from his rear view mirror.

“I don’t know…I don’t even want to think about them. What—what do we even say to them?” Remus watched the way Sirius’ hands flexed on the steering wheel, watched his chest rise and fall tightly. “And Dumo. And…practice is just going to be horrible—who thought this would help us?”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Remus said softly. Remus knew he was part of that us, but this was still Sirius’ team. Sirius shouldered more weight than he did, and always would when it came to the team’s wellbeing. And he had a point. The Lions, anyone had to admit, had been more or less unchanged for much longer than any other team in the League. It was unheard of, boarder-line strange, how little trading had been done in the past five years. Kasey had been acquired of course, but Cole and Leo were products of the draft—no switch-arounds necessary. And then there was himself, an entirely different and even stranger case.

Remus had always admired it as a PT, how tightly-knit a group the Lions were, but it had always scared him a little, too—especially when he’d really started to get to know Sirius. Bonds like that didn’t break easy, and they would never break in the way hockey expected them to. No one on this Lions roster would ever have an easy go of friends-one-day-old-teammates-the-next. Logan wasn’t a Ranger now. He was a Lion in the wrong sweater. Remus was worried because he wasn’t sure Logan, especially Logan, was going to be able to stop feeling that way like the League expected him to.

“This isn’t happening,” Sirius breathed as they pulled into their spot near the elevators. He all but yanked the car into park. “I’m talking to Coach.”

Sirius, without a proper family, had woven one around him through what seemed like sheer willpower and skill. He was good enough to make those around him even better. It was why the lines worked and stayed the same. Remus wondered just how much pull Sirius might actually have. He also worried about what Sirius would put himself through if he couldn’t turn this around.

Remus sighed and then slipped off his ring and put it into his pocket. For now, it was for the best. He pushed out of the car after Sirius.

“And say what?” Remus said, jogging a few steps to where Sirius was waiting for him, palm up. Remus laced their fingers together. Sirius frowned at his fingers.

“Just for now, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know,” Sirius sighed. He ran a hand through his hair, said something low and frustrated in French that Remus didn’t catch.

“Sirius,” Remus tugged him to a stop in front of the elevator. Sirius glanced down at Remus’ look of warning, but his jaw remained tight and defiant. "Don’t put this on yourself.”

“It’s not on me,” Sirius said. He jammed the elevator button and looked down at Remus. “It’s on them. And I’m going to make them see that.”

When they reached their floor, even the hallway was quiet, not to mention the eerily still locker room. Remus pushed the locker room door open first, and some of the boys looked up and straight at Sirius. Remus felt the way Sirius’ posture changed, shifting into his role, but his hand tightened around Remus’. He was scared. He wasn’t sure how to lead them, or where. Logan’s absence was in the air like mist. Leo and Finn were in their stalls, Logan’s empty one, a blaring light beside Finn. Leo was studying Sirius carefully, whereas Finn didn’t look up at all, just focused on the roll of tape he was wrapping a stick with as it went round and round. With a jolt, Remus realized he was wearing Logan’s necklace. He kept glancing at his phone, face-up in his stall beside him. Remus caught Leo’s eye, finally, but when he took one step forward, Leo shook his head minutely, sent him a shaky smile, and dropped his gaze, shadowed by the brim of his hat. He didn’t want to talk. Remus didn’t blame him.

“I already can’t take this. I’ll be right back.” Sirius didn’t exactly whisper and earned himself more than a few curious looks as gave Remus’ hand a squeeze before letting it go and banging back out into the hallway again, where the coaches offices were.

“Sirius,” Remus couldn’t help but hiss out, but he was already gone. Remus closed his eyes briefly. He turned back to the room and cast a quick glance around. Leo, Finn, looking like wrecks. Sullen faces. Pascal, tired eyes and watching Remus carefully.

“Hey, Loo.”

Remus looked and found, with relief, that Thomas was standing by the coffee cart. He tried not to walk over too quickly. Thomas looked sad, too, but really his face shared Remus’ worry more than anything else.

“I love our boy,” Thomas said, nodding into the direction Sirius had just left in. “But what the hell was that?”

“He thinks he can talk sense into…well.” Remus wasn’t even sure he should say it. “He thinks he can get Logan back.”

“Can he?”

They both turned to look at Finn, who was standing now, brown eyes alert, almost a little wild. Remus couldn’t stop glancing at Logan’s necklace around his neck.

“Can Sirius do something? Because if he can—”

“Finn,” Leo said quietly from behind him. He reached out for Finn’s sleeve but Finn pulled away.

“If he can, he should. If he has any pull, he’s gotta use it.” Finn’s voice was firm, fiery. “Logan belongs here—”

He was cut off this time, not by Leo, but by the door opening. Kota Takahashi walked through.

If the locker room had been quiet before, it was soundless now. Kota had an expression on his face like he regretted walking in, his footsteps slowing to a stop just inside the door. He looked at Finn, and Finn looked back, brown eyes hard. Remus was struck by how much he didn’t look like himself. He’d never seen Finn be anything but kind except on the ice, which was different. Now, Finn turned on his heel sharply, swiping his phone up out of his stall before brushing out of the room without a word.

Kota adjusted his bag over his shoulder uncomfortably. “Uh. Hey, guys.” His eyes found Kasey. “Winter.”

Kasey stood, a little awkward with one goal pad already strapped onto his leg, and reached out a hand. “How’ve you been, Kota?”

Their voices seemed loud in the room and Remus’ brain raced for something, anything to say. The two must have been on the Rangers together, and Remus opened his mouth to ask about it, when he remembered. The Rangers probably weren’t the best topic right now. God, it felt like they were all at open sea.

“Been all right,” Kota said. His eyes darted after Finn. “You know. Short flight, all that.”

“Right,” Kasey smiled, but it was shaky. “Well, welcome to Gryffindor. We should grab a drink tonight.” He looked at Remus. “Loops? T?”

“Hell yeah,” Thomas said and strode forward. His smile lit up the room, as usual. Remus all but felt some of the misty dimness subside. Thank God for Thomas Walker. “What’s up, man, welcome to the team. We’ll show you all the best spots. You like pool?”

Kota seemed to feel the tension ease, too, just a tad. “Absolutely, if you like losing.”

“Oh-ho,” Thomas laughed. “Well, if it’s me you’re challenging, that might be a good bet.” He jerked a thumb back at Remus. “But don’t go making words at this guy, he’ll flatten you with that table.”

Remus couldn’t help but smile at that. “Come on, T, he might be a secret champion, we don’t know. Hey, Kota, nice to meet you.”

Remus watched Kota look him over. He didn’t take it personally. He’d felt the same stares from across the ice. Guys were curious about him, and he knew that the rumors of favoritism or worse flew around the League. But Kota shook his hand and smiled easily.

“Nice to me you, Lupin. Where’s your other half?”

Remus narrowed his eyes a little, saw Thomas do the same. He thought it was kind of sloppy form when people they didn’t know in hockey referred to Sirius and his relationship rather than their professional roles. But he decided that Kota might mean nothing by it, might just be nervous.

“The Captain’s talking to Coach,” Remus replied.

Kota raised an eyebrow. “You always call him that?”

Remus crossed his arms. Two strikes. “When I’m in this room, that’s what he is.”

“You should probably call him that, too,” Thomas said, a little more friendly, tag-teaming with Remus’ cooler look. It worked, the read each other just like on the ice. Remus felt a flood of warmth because of it.

Kota, to his credit, looked taken aback. “I—oh, no, yeah, I…of course. I didn’t mean…” he looked at Remus, then at Thomas, then away and to his stall. “Um.”

Leo was sitting stiffly in his locker, staring at the place Finn had just been. Remus watched him blink once, twice, shoulders rising and falling in a sharp breath, before he stood and threw on a shaky smile.

“Hey, Kota, I’m Leo. Welcome to Gryffindor.” His accent seemed stronger from lack of sleep, Remus thought, the way Sirius’ got, too. His words drawled sweetly but Remus could see the effort it took. Leo wasn’t that much younger than him, but Remus suddenly felt a familiar swell of pride, the same he got for Julian sometimes. That smile of Leo’s must have been killing him.

“Hey, Knut, right?” Kota smiled. “Looks like we’re seat mates.”

“Looks like,” Leo nodded.

“Uh,” Kota glanced at Finn’s empty space. “Guess you guys’ll be missing Tremblay around here, huh?”

Leo went a little pale.

“Most,” Evgeni’s deep voice came, and he gave Kota’s shoulder a hard pat as he passed, headed for the ice. “We drink tonight. You impress.”

“That was an invitation, not a threat,” Jackson smiled appeasingly and shook Kota’s hand as he followed Evgeni. “Even though they always sound a little similar coming from him. See you out there.”

Kota sat down heavily in Logan’s seat, looking a little dazed.

“We miss him, yeah,” Leo said quietly from beside him. “But we’re real glad to have you.”

Finally, Remus thought when the locker room doors opened again. Some of the team had already made it out onto the ice as Sirius followed Coach back through the doors. Remus widened his eyes at Sirius a little, hoping where the hell have you been? came across clearly. Sirius looked back, eyes stormy. Obviously, he hadn’t been as successful as he had hoped.

Kota was on his feet again in a second, looking at Sirius the way they all did. Almost hungry, awe-filled and excited. I’m going to play with Sirius Black, he’d probably said to someone. His partner, maybe, or his parents. Sirius fucking Black.

“Takahashi,” Coach said. “How you doin’? These guys giving you trouble?” He looked back at Sirius when he said trouble and Sirius stuck his hands in his pockets.

“Uh,” Kota said, then laughed a little. “No?”

Coach arched a brow, smiling. “Yeah. You sound real sure about that.”

“C’mon, we’re all making plans!” Kasey said. “That’s all, Coach, that’s all.”

“Yeah? Well, why don’t you all plan to get your butts out on the ice in twenty, okay?”

“Yes, Coach,” Remus chorused with the rest of them, then gave Sirius an elbow to the ribs.

“Kota,” Sirius said, stepping forward. “How was your flight over?”

“Short,” Kota said again, a little breathlessly. “Hi. Captain.”

Sirius blinked, then began to smile. “Oh, uh, you can just call me Si—”

Thomas clapped loudly. “We gotta get to that ice, boys. Let’s go, Captain!”

Kota all but jumped back to his stall to get changed, and Remus tapped Sirius lightly on his back to get him to follow him away.

“Really?” Remus said when they were alone. “What the hell was that, walking away—”

“It’s one year,” Sirius said in a low voice to Remus. “It’s a one year contract, and it’s meant to get the Rangers into the playoffs this year. If the Rangers make the playoffs, we get two of their first round picks.”

“Well…” Remus sighed. “Okay. Now you know. But you’ve got a new player in there who, thanks to Finn, really already knows just how welcomed he is here and—”

“Well, management should know how important Logan is here,” Sirius cut him off. “Regarde—Look at the fans, even, it’s all over fucking Twitter, no one is happy. C’est—It’s a bullshit move.”

“All right, I know, I know,” Remus said, and stroked a hand up and down Sirius’ arm as Sirius rubbed at his eyes. “I know, baby. I miss him, too.”

“Sirius?” They looked up to see Finn there, half-dressed in his padding.

“What did they say?” Finn said. “I—look, if the Rangers don’t make the playoffs, maybe he can come back.”

Sirius looked at Finn quietly for a moment. “Maybe. But Finn…”

Remus reached into his pocket and touched his ring nervously. “Guys, we have no control over this.”

“We can keep them out of the playoffs by playing better,” Finn said flatly.

“That’s ridiculous,” Remus said. “We’re not the only two teams in the Met Division, Finn.”

“We could at least try—”

“Quoi, and we weren’t trying before?” Sirius snapped. “Go get dressed, Harzy.”

Finn looked like he wanted to argue, looked like it took some effort to turn back to the locker room. Remus looked up at Sirius.

“You okay?”

“Let’s just go,” Sirius sighed and then leaned down to kiss Remus’ temple. “See how Kota plays, I guess.”

“Be nice,” Remus said. “It’s not his fault.”

“I’m always nice,” Sirius said, a smile creeping onto his face.

“You’re intimidating,” Remus said, and leaned up for a light kiss.

“What happened with the Captain thing?” Sirius murmured into the kiss.

“Nothing,” Remus said. It wasn’t really a problem—if it was, then he’d tell. “Now, come on before Coach makes us do sprints.”

~

“We didn’t lose that game,” Percy was saying, beer in one hand, the other pounding on the bar table. “It ran away.”

Logan watched as Will snorted into his own glass. “That’s not how it works, Perc.”

The bar was loud and crowded, but Logan preferred it that way—at least while he was tucked into a booth between teammates. It was classic. Logan recognized it as one of Finn’s favorite places, all license plates and two dollar bills covering the walls. The booths were of red, cracked leather and there were softly buzzing neon signs on the walls that said things like Pabst Blue Ribbon, to NOQUITNY. They were recognized by almost everyone who walked in, but beside a few cheers and back slaps, they were left alone. Maybe that’s why the boys frequented this place so much. The beer pitchers were cold and the owner, a guy fondly referred to as Lenny who remembered Logan all the way back from college, had a tan, kind-eyed face that made Logan think of Pascal.

Logan checked the clock then took out his phone.

I miss you, he typed out. He wasn’t sure why that was easier to write than anything to Leo or Finn, but it was. Pascal replied immediately.

We all miss you very much, Logan. You’re playing so well!! Celeste wants to send you some things so get us your address when you can

And then, a second text: Also we’re taking you down in April

Logan clicked his phone off and ran a hand over his face. He realized that he was smiling. Dumo. God, he missed Dumo.

It felt almost like old times with Percy on his left and Will on his right. And there was Alex, who was a mean, trick-of-the-light version of Finn. Luke and Saint had joined, too, and he knew Fox and Miller and some of the other guys were around here somewhere. It was okay like this. He was okay like this. People talking around him. They were fresh off of another win that was bringing them closer and closer to the play-offs, which he knew was why he was here in the first place, even if it didn’t feel like those wins even belonged to him. The Rangers had been willing to let go of two first round picks for him. And he was playing well. Being met with the roar of Madison Square Garden was any little kid’s dream. But then he’d go home at the end of the day, after the adrenaline wore off, and he’d be alone again. Finn would call. Leo would text. But something in him just couldn’t face it.

Logan flashed a smile to Percy when their eyes met, but ducked his head down a little, taking a sip of his beer.

“No, no, no,” Percy was still on the old Harvard game they’d been talking about. “Wisconsin—those hits Wisconsin used to hand out were lethal and dirty. We could’ve stole it in penalty minutes but—”

“You do know how long ago that game was, don’t you?” Logan replied, hoping to get Percy to stop looking at him like that, like he could see right into Logan’s brain.

Alex scoffed. “Oh, like you ever forget a game, Tremzy.”

Logan let a small smile creep onto his face. He figured Alex remembered parts of Logan and Finn’s Harvard days as well as they did. Logan had all but lived at their New York place during the first part of their summers.

“I guess I don’t,” Logan said.

“Hey, when we play Gryf in a few weeks, we gotta get Harzy out with us,” Percy said. “I mean, c’mon, how fucking perfect is this? The gang’s back together. The O’Hara brothers, us—”

“We’re feeling real included right now, Perseus,” Saint piped in dryly.

Percy just laughed and stole Saint’s hat—which Logan was pretty sure had actually been on Luke’s head at the beginning of the night—and placed it over his thick blond curls.

“You can come, too!” Percy said. “Finn’ll get a real kick out of you.”

Logan couldn’t help but smile at that. He was right. Finn would like Saint. He was loud and sarcastic and had the locker room in stitches most of the time, even Logan. Even Luke, who seemed to spend most of his time scowling at anyone and anything—except Saint. Or, usually, especially Saint. Even now, he narrowed his eyes at Percy and snatched his hat back, but returned it to Saint’s head instead of his own.

The truth was, Logan missed Gryffindor more than anything…but he liked this team. They had the same tight-knit nature as the Lions did, looking out for each other off ice as much as on.

“Wonderful,” Saint rolled his. brown eyes. “I love being invited so people can get a kick out of me.”

Percy waved him off and slapped Logan on the back instead. “Tremzy, come get the next round with me, eh?”

Logan supposed that he did want another beer. He was feeling loose. Relaxed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that way. It was like a bad headache had finally cleared up to a small ache behind the skull.

“Ouais,” Logan said. “Yeah, let’s go. Fries, too?”

“Fuck yes,” Luke said as he stretched out an arm along the back of the booth behind Saint. Logan’s eye caught on how his fingers brushed along the back of Saint’s neck, dipping below the collar of his t-shirt for a flash of a second.

Logan knew that move. He knew that move all too well. Half of Logan’s life was that move. When Saint saw him looking though, he didn’t flinch. He smiled, arching an eyebrow that was almost challenging. Yes? it said. And?

Logan followed Percy up to the bar.

“So,” Percy reached for one of the bowls of peanuts at the bar and popped a few into his mouth. His Star of David caught the light of some of the neon signs—bright blue and red. “What is it, are you and Harz not close anymore or something? Because, frankly, that’s hard to imagine.”

Logan felt his own eyebrows rise in surprise. “What?”

Percy shrugged, leaning on his elbows the way Logan was. It was nice to be around someone his own height for once. And Percy was just as scrappy. They made a good team with Alex as their center.

“Every time I bring him up, you, like…flinch or something, I don’t know.”

Logan straightened, flexing his wrists against the slightly sticky wood bar top. “I—no, we’re, y’know.”

“FinnAndLogan?” Percy smiled.

Logan laughed. “We’re really close.” He cleared his throat. “Guess I just miss him.”

“Been a while since you played without each other.”

Logan looked down, picking at a lone napkin that had a wet glass ring on it. It came apart easily in his hands. “Ouais.”

“Maybe us Harvard boys aren’t supposed to be apart, eh?” Percy said, and then stayed quiet for a while when Logan merely nodded. The bar tender was still busy, hung up with a crowd that looked like a bachelorette party. Percy tapped out a few different rhythms on the bar, reminding Logan that he played guitar. Logan had fallen asleep lots of nights to the soft, electric chords coming from the room below him in Harvard’s OKN house.

“I’m sorry, Tremz,” Percy finally said, more quietly. “You’ve been having kind of a hard time with this trade, haven’t you? I can see it. Morgy can, too.” Percy knocked their shoulders together. “We know you, man, don’t forget.”

Logan bit down on the inside of his cheek hard. “I’m okay. Hockey’s hockey.”

“Bullshit.” Percy leaned in. “I know it’s been a while between us, but I was there when Finn and Will graduated. It hit you harder than it hit me, and Will’s my best friend in the whole world.”

“I…” Logan said. He could feel himself drawing in. This was getting too close for comfort. “What do you…”

“I’m just saying I’m here for you,” Percy said, and finally the bar tender noticed them. He tapped Logan on the back. “And I know Morg and Hazard are, too. That’s all.”

“What can I get for you, gents?” the barman said.

“Another round, Mike,” Percy said, and with a pointed look at Logan, “And some fries.”

Logan gave him a shove and smiled, and just like that something eased again, right back into place. Logan didn’t have a lot of positive emotions associated with the phrase like no time passed at all, but he was more than happy to feel that way with Percy.

“C’mon,” Logan threw an arm around Percy’s shoulder. “I’ll kick your ass a bubble hockey.”

Logan looked around his new apartment as he closed the door, easy with a pleasant buzz. He felt good, with laughter left over in his mouth. The second the door closed behind him though, the quiet was so loud that it rang. He kept expecting something different, but it was always this. Quiet. The warm smell of beer and fries was left by the door as he hung up his jacket, like Leo would have wanted. He swallowed and tried to keep it with him. It had felt good to talk to Will and Percy again. Alex was as fun to be around as he always remembered. Saint had such wild stories that Logan wondered if he’d lived another life before hockey. Logan clung to it as he kicked his shoes off. He went to his electric kettle and flicked it on before opening the cupboard above it. It was bare except for a box of mint tea. This part felt okay, too, now. Methodical. Familiar. The kettle boiled and Logan drew another long breath in before letting it out again.

He was tossing his teabag when his phone began to ring. Finn’s face lit up his screen. It was a picture from Logan’s freshman year of college, Finn’s sophomore. Finn was slumped low in a library chair and looked exhausted, but happy. Logan wanted to kiss the purple beneath his eyes, wanted to touch the way his hood pushed his hair forward. Logan stared at it and stared at it until it went to voicemail. A text followed, almost immediately.

Night, Lo xoxoxoxoxoxoxo love you so much

The tears sprang up so fast that it actually pulled the corners of Logan’s mouth down a little, drew his eyebrows together. He blinked hard. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe Percy’s words from earlier, but the feeling from the bar—lighter, something beginning to ease off of his shoulders—disappeared with a snap. He missed them so fiercely it burned.

Hope the apartment is okay. Leo says not to leave your towels on the bathroom floor.

Logan definitely had left his towel on the floor, wet. He rubbed at his eyes, feeling hopeless at all of it all over again. Living alone. Being alone. Even at feeling okay. Was he really doing better if the feeling could vanish just like that?

Finn’s texts were nearly a steady stream. Logan didn’t reply. He wanted to. He could picture it. Went to your favorite spot tonight. Had Italian with the boys last night, Leo’s is better. He’d told him he needed time but he wasn’t sure Finn had completely understood. Not talking didn’t mean Logan wanted to be talked at. He wanted to grab Finn by the shoulders and shake him. And kiss him.

Please call, was the last thing Finn had said before he’d left. Please.

Maybe it was guilt that was eating at him, too.

Logan sipped his tea and leaned against the counter, staring around the space. The furniture wasn’t theirs. The refrigerator was take-out leftovers. Logan couldn’t look at anything without choking up. When he was alone, he had constant goosebumps but he couldn’t seem to shiver. Eventually, Leo’s text came, too. Leo, who was probably having trouble sleeping. And Logan wasn’t there.

Good game tonight <3 Leo’s text came in.

Neither of them pushed him to call or text back exactly, but the unspoken words were there. More imagined responses flitted through Logan’s head. I miss our midnight talks. God, he missed everything about Leo.

Logan held the phone to his ear and tried to will the lump in his throat away. The phone only rang once.

“Hi, Lolo,” Noelle chimed. “How’s the big apple treating you?”

Logan dropped to an elbow against his kitchen counter and inhaled a sharp, hitching breath. “Noelle…”

“Oh,” Noelle whispered. “God, Logan, hey…” she sounded like she was moving away from other people, closing a door. She switched to French. “I know. I know, Lo. Go ahead. You can cry, you’re all right. I’m right here.”

Logan pressed his forehead into the crook of his arm and fought away the tears. “It’s been—I need to be okay by now. I can’t do this, what if I can’t do this?”

“You can. Logan, you’re doing it, of course it’s going to take time.” Noelle had what Logan liked to think of as her big sister voice on. It wasn’t so different than her captain voice. “What do your boys say?”

Logan had known in making this call that he would run straight into that question. And he’d made the call anyway. Your boys. But they felt so far away.

“We haven’t talked.”

He was met by a silence that made him rub at his eyes fiercely. It brought spots to his gaze as he looked around the dim kitchen. A siren was whining down a street somewhere nearby.

“You haven’t…” Noelle began. “Logan.”

“Don’t look at me like that,” Logan sighed.

“First of all, you can’t even see me,” Noelle scoffed. “And second—Logan. What the hell?”

“I can’t.” Logan was surprised by how hoarsely he said the words. “Noelle, I…”

Logan grit his teeth against the fresh wave of tears that threatened, hung up the call, and dropped his face into his folded arms, willing himself not to cry. He ignored her both times she tried to call him back.

~

It was getting better, but not by much. Maybe this is what it was now, Remus thought. Back and forth, like any homesickness and grief. Springing between okay and not okay with only time to rely on to make it better. The next week felt like five. Remus could tell the coaching staff was noticing, too. Everything was stilted. Finn couldn’t make a shot—but Leo couldn’t seem to miss one. The fuel of Logan’s absence seemed to bring different things to different people. Sirius took breath away with insane angled shots, Finn delivered hits like never before, but he was scrappy about it. The littlest comment sent him off the rails, taking stupid penalty after stupid penalty. And then, Sirius would go in after, defending him. They played 4 on 3 more than Remus even wanted to think about. Still, they were winning games now. Six in a row so far and still running hot.

Remus stood by Leo’s goal when Coach blew the whistle between scrimmages at practice. He didn’t push, and Leo didn’t respond to his presence for a few long moments, but finally he let out a breath. Remus had a feeling he was holding it all in. Remus skated a little closer, watching as Leo shoved his mask up and took some water, then pushing it back down again. He traced another line around the crease.

“Do you know he stayed with Alex for a couple weeks, but he’s got his own place now?” Leo finally said, as if they’d been talking already.

“Oh?” Remus replied, trying not to sound too overly interested. “No, I didn’t. Sirius has tried to reach out, but…That’s nice. Do you have pictures?”

“No, he…” Leo chewed on his lip for a second. “He sent us, like, one text.”

Remus nodded, taking that in. He looked over to Finn, who was getting an earful from one of the assistant coaches. “What do you mean, ‘one text’?”

Leo looked down, tracing the blue crease of his goal with his stick. “Nothing. He…he won’t really talk to us.”

Remus’ heart sank. “You mean…since he left?” he asked softly. He had been so long.

“He warned us,” Leo added quickly, and kept his mask down. A barrier. A shield. “We’re not—like, we understand. Well,” he sent a glance towards Finn, now giving the coach back just as good. “I understand. But still. It’s been so long…and my birthday…”

Leo cut the word off halfway through, as if he wished he hadn’t said it. He gave his head a hard shake.

“Well, I thought he’d call, at least.”

“Oh, Nutty,” Remus said again. He couldn’t imagine getting traded and not calling Sirius the second he got to wherever he was going. “Well…I mean, I don’t know. Lo’s very…”

“Scared?” Leo supplied. “Stubborn?”

Remus bit his lip. “Well, I’d say give him time, but…” Three weeks was a long time to hear nothing. Even thinking about going that long without talking to Sirius made him want to shake the thought from his head.

“I know,” Leo’s voice came out frustrated, and he glanced up apologetically. “Sorry. Sorry, I don’t want to take any of this out on you.”

“It’s okay,” Remus said, skating closer. “Seriously, I won’t take anything personally. Especially not now. Especially when I think Finn just tried to take my head off with a shot.”

Leo’s expression seemed to get heavier. “He’s really not doing well. And I’m okay, but I…I get out three plates for dinner.”

Remus put his glove on Leo’s shoulder. “Aw, Leo…God, I’m so sorry.”

Leo just shook his head with a slight smile, blue eyes blinking away tears.

“I just wish…I do understand, I just…” He sniffed and jumped a little as Thomas called Remus over for face-off. “We’ll be okay.”

“I know you will,” Remus said. “But, like…it’s okay to hurt about it, you know? Or not understand. And…” Remus shrugged. “Maybe it’s okay to give Finn a piece of your mind.”

Leo actually laughed a little, then sniffed. “I think I’m getting there.”

Practice was a little brutal once Remus skated away. Finn nearly broke a stick as Leo blocked shot after shot of his, Sirius collected an even hat trick against Kasey, but it all finally came to a peak when Finn shook Remus up against the boards in a hard—and not entirely clean—hit.

“Fucking whoa,” Thomas called out, voice echoing in the empty stadium, just as Coach blew a shrill whistle that made all of them duck their heads.

“O’Hara!” Coach barked. “I see another hit like that in practice, I’m gonna sit you so hard next game you’ll put a hole in that bench!”

Remus rolled his shoulder out, glancing up at Finn’s stony expression. Finn didn’t reply, and didn’t so much as glance at Remus as he skated away—straight for the locker room, Remus realized. They still had fifteen minutes.

Remus heard the familiar sound of Sirius’ skating stop sharply next to him. His hair peaked out of his helmet in dark, sweat-slick strands and his eyes were wide, watching Finn retreat. “Loops. Merde, Re, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Remus said, putting a glove on his arm. “Just surprised me mostly.”

“Lupin?” Coach called out.

“I’m fine, Coach.”

“Yeah, he’s damn lucky you’re fine,” Thomas grumbled. “What the fuck. Season’s finished at this rate.”

“Don’t say that,” Remus began as Coach blew the whistle again.

“All right, I think we’ve all had enough for one morning. Hit the showers, boys. Be ready for video review later.”

Remus felt the tension thicken as the team skated off the ice. He looked up at Leo when he tapped his shin with his stick. His blue eyes looked almost mournful.

“Are you okay?” Leo asked. “I can’t believe…I don’t know why he…”

Remus made sure his smile looked real and not worried. “I’m okay. Really, I am.”

Leo didn’t look convinced, but he filed back down the tunnel with the rest of them in silence. That silence was only broken when they made it into the locker room to find Finn already half-undressed.

Before anyone could so much as mutter a word, Sirius had Finn by the straps of his chest padding, pushed up against the edge between his own and what was now Kota’s stall.

Remus had to bite his own tongue to keep from yelling Sirius’ name. He had to let him do this.

“You want to push your own team around?” Sirius all but growled. “That’s really what you want to do?”

Finn tried to shove Sirius away but he wouldn’t budge. Remus saw his eyes dart to Leo, but Leo had his eyes down, unstrapping his own padding. Remus guessed Leo thought Finn needed this, too. Kota looked a little wide-eyed, but kept his distance with the others.

“You’re just mad ‘cause it was Loops—” Finn shot back, and Sirius gave him another firm push.

“You know that’s not true,” Sirius said. “You’re taking stupid penalties in games, and you’re taking your problems out on everyone else like this whole situation isn’t effecting the rest of us, too. You’re not the only person in this room, and every person here fucking loves you. So stop acting like you’re alone. I’ve been there. It’s not true.”

And that was it. Sirius turned away to his own stall, placing his helmet down evenly and pulling his jersey over his head. Slowly, the others followed. Remus’ throat felt dry as he looked at Finn. His brown eyes were cast down and unfocused, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Remus began undressing slowly, too, but when Sirius headed towards change room, he jogged after him.

“Hey,” Remus said, catching him around the arm.

They were both sweaty, but when Sirius turned towards him and wrapped him up in his arms, Remus didn’t care. Maybe they both needed a moment away from it all, away from Kota, who was nice enough but a constant reminder of how heavy this season now felt without Logan. Away from Finn’s snapping remarks and Leo’s sad eyes. They needed a moment away from wondering how they were going to ever bring up their engagement. A moment away from feeling guilty about how damn happy they were.

“Was that too much?” Sirius asked, dropping a kiss to Remus’ head.

“No, he needed that,” Remus whispered. “All this just makes me think about…” He couldn’t even say the word trade. He was a player now, just like any other. Sirius wasn’t going anywhere but that didn’t protect him, nor should it.

“Non,” Sirius shushed him softly. “No, I wouldn’t let that happen.”

“It’s not up to you,” Remus pulled back to look at him.

“I’d go on strike.”

Remus let out a slight laugh. “No, you definitely wouldn’t.”

He felt Sirius smile against his temple. “Non, maybe not.” He wrapped Remus up tighter. “But we’d be okay.”

It was so close to what Leo had just said that Remus had to squeeze his eyes shut and let out a steadying breath through his nose. He looked up at Sirius, wanting a kiss. “I know we would be. But I’d want to call you every night, okay? Just so you know.”

Sirius leaned down, brushing their lips together. “I’d want to call you every hour.”

They jumped a little when Finn came around the corner and stopped dead, looking at them with wide eyes that quickly dulled. It was like he was making a bad habit of simply tucking the emotion away. He was fiddling with Logan’s necklace.

Remus felt Sirius pull away a little as guilt flooded him.

“Sorry,” Finn said, eyes down, and pushed around them to the showers.

“Merde,” Sirius breathed, looking after him.

“Tremz isn’t calling them,” Remus whispered. “At All Stars, you—baby, you got to get him to call them. I get not wanting to in the beginning, but I don’t think it’s helping anyone. Not anymore.”

Sirius frowned. “He’s not calling them? Why?” He nodded quickly when Remus just looked at him. “Okay, d’accord, you know what I meant. God…” Sirius pressed a soft kiss to Remus’ mouth. “Is that what brought this on?”

Remus bit his lip, then nodded.

“No wonder Finn’s so…God, maybe I was too harsh. I didn’t know that.” Sirius looked after the direction Finn had gone. Remus pressed his cheek to Sirius’ chest and felt him take a long, slow breath. “All right. Yeah, I’ll talk to him. I still think we can get him home.”

“Sirius, that’s not helpful for anyone right now,” Remus closed his eyes, holding him tighter. “Especially you.”

“But if I can convince—”

“You can’t,” Remus said. “Hey, listen to me, you can’t.” He pressed both of his palms to Sirius’ cheeks. “And, baby, you frankly shouldn’t be able to. You know those rumors flying around about you getting me this spot? Yeah, well, the Lions made a whole big thing about you not having any pull then, so they’re sure as hell not gonna give any to you right now.”

Sirius closed his eyes, which made him look sweet with his cheeks pressed between Remus’ palms. Remus had to lean up and kiss him again.

“I know,” Sirius whispered. “I just—he’s like my brother. But I know.”

“And maybe don’t fight with Finn again.”

“Then get him to stop tempting me.”

“I know,” Remus pressed up for another kiss. “Look, you’ll be at All Stars next week and all the guys will get a much needed break.”

Sirius’ fiery expression melted into a smile. “You’re coming with me to New York, you know that, right? I have plans.”

Remus wound his arms around Sirius’ neck. “Hmm, plans?”

Sirius smiled into their next kiss. “Plans.”

~

Leo watched Finn’s eyes dart to his phone every time the screen lit up. They had settled down on the couch to watch the All Stars opening red carpet. It all looked too bright, the commentator’s happy tones, the pump-up music. Leo had Finn tucked against his side—he’d finally stopped fidgeting, getting up and sitting back down again—but neither of them could deny that the couch felt empty. It had felt that way for three weeks.

The phone screen on the table lit up again, a news alert, and Finn’s body tensed as he leaned forward a little to check it.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think…” Leo began hesitantly, stroking Finn’s hair back from his face. They hadn’t talked about how practice had been going yet. They hadn’t talked about Sirius’ talk-down.

Finn just pressed himself harder into Leo’s side.

“You…you can’t be angry with him for not talking to us,” Leo whispered. “He’s—we all have to just…deal with this, and if that’s how he’s—”

“Yeah, I got it,” Finn said shortly, and pushed himself up from the couch. “I’m going for a run.”

“You shouldn’t,” Leo sighed, closing his eyes. “Baby, it’s dark—first of all—and second, we had a tough practice today and we have a game tomorrow.”

“Well, I’m going to,” Finn was already tugging his shirt over his head.

“No, Finn,” Leo said and stood. “No, you’re not. Tomorrow, fine, at morning skate, but no, not right now. You need to rest. Plus, the show’s about to start.”

“I don’t know if I want to watch him interviewed,” Finn mumbled as he disappeared into the bedroom.

Leo looked back at the TV. Truthfully, there was nothing Leo wanted more than to catch a glimpse of Logan walking down the red carpet, or suiting up in the All Stars locker room beside Sirius. Anything. He’d take anything, he missed Logan so bad it hurt.

“Finn,” he sighed, and pushed himself up from the couch. He’d expected to have to pry the running shoes out of Finn’s hands, but when he got to the bedroom, Finn was just sitting on the bed, elbows on his knees. The position made Logan’s fleur-de-lis swing lightly from his neck. Leo stared at it. Sometimes, when he couldn’t sleep and Finn was, as usual, soundly full under, he’d reach out and touch it where it rested against Finn’s chest, or, if he was on his side, against the mattress. It didn’t exactly put him to sleep, not with the lump it brought to his throat, but it helped all the same.

Leo took another step towards the bed. “Finn—”

“At All Stars, we could’ve—” Finn said suddenly standing back up. “What’s that all about? That’s not a fucking phone call that’s too hard to deal with. We’d be there. We’d be there in the fucking hotel room with him, all together, why doesn’t he—” Finn’s voice broke and his bare shoulders seemed to curl down a little. He pressed his hands over his face and Leo pushed forward, putting his hands on Finn’s waist, trying to steady him. Finn was shaking his head, brow pinched. “Why doesn’t he want us there, I…I don’t…”

“You know that’s not true,” Leo said. His voice wavered and he fought to control it. “You know he wants us there, it’s just—put yourself in his shoes. It would be torture. Finn, it would be torture, for me at least, to know that you two were together and I wasn’t there. God, I hate it, too, but I get it. It’s horrible but I get it.”

“I’d want a week with you!” Finn said. “And not to mention your fucking birthday like—at least then he should—I would’ve fucking—”

“Well, Logan’s not you,” Leo said, more firmly than he’d meant to, but, God, Finn was so sad, so angry, all the time. It was getting to Leo, too. His birthday. Leo crossed his arms over his chest and took a step back. “You’re the only one here who’s had to leave the others before and I…” Leo pressed his lips together, sniffing. He closed his eyes and took a breath. “Look, you don’t have to watch, but I really want to see him, so…join me, don’t join me. Whichever.”

And he turned back towards the living room.

It only took a few minutes for Finn to walk back into the living room and stand uncertainly by the couch until Leo lifted the blanket for him. He let out what sounded like a relieved sigh and tucked Leo into his side this time, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple.

“I love you,” Finn whispered. “God, Le, I love you. I know I’ve been…”

Leo rubbed a hand over Finn’s chest, his soft t-shirt and the bump of the pendant, but didn’t take his eyes away from where they were showing Logan and Sirius, standing beside each other on the red carpet. They weren’t smiling exactly, but their shoulders were close. Leo swallowed. He would have given anything for the three of them to be sitting on this couch right now.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, and tilted his head to rest against Finn’s shoulder just as the camera zoomed in close to Logan.

“He looks—” Finn said quietly, voice breaking off. “Oh, Lo…”

They both leaned forward. Logan’s cheeks looked a little sunken. He had darkness beneath his eyes. He had his hands deep in his pockets and his brown waves of hair were free and tussled. His green eyes darted around, like they couldn’t settle. Leo pressed a hand to his chest. He’d never seen Logan look like that. Almost frail, the pink of his cheeks tender. Had he been working himself too hard? Had he been sleeping?

“No,” Finn whispered, and pushed up again, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “No, I can’t watch this.”

Leo faintly heard their bedroom door close, but he felt frozen there on the couch, knowing Logan couldn’t see him but somehow silently begging him to look at him, to know he was there.

~

They hadn’t said anything at first. Logan had requested they wait to see each other, really see each other, until the first day’s opening events were done, and, really, Sirius didn’t want cameras around, either. One moment Sirius had been standing in Logan’s hotel room doorway and the next they were hugging. It was such a relief, when Logan started speaking French. Sirius was so choked up right now he wasn’t sure he felt like managing English. It felt like it had hugging Regulus again. He didn’t want to lose another brother.

“Tremz,” Sirius whispered. “Merde…”

“I can’t believe this,” Logan breathed as they pulled away. His dark green suit looked brighter against the ugly red carpet of the hallway. “God, Cap—I mean…”

“Don’t you dare stop calling me that,” Sirius said. “Fuck, nothing’s the same without you. I can’t tell you how hard it’s been.”

“Come in,” Logan all but pulled him in and shut the door. He thought of Remus a few doors down. He’d almost asked him to come, but something in Sirius was thinking of last year’s All Stars and how it had been Logan to talk some sense into him. He wanted it to be just the two of them for now.

“Tell me,” Logan said, and Sirius’ heart hurt at the strained note of pleading in his voice. “Please. I just—just tell me.”

“It’s…” Sirius began haltingly. How in hell was he supposed to tell him about Finn? “Well, Leo is… But Finn…” Sirius didn’t know how to say it. “Finn’s not doing so well right now.”

Logan’s green eyes were big and almost terrified. “And—Leo?”

“Hides it better, but I keep find him just staring at your stall. I can’t imagine…I mean, when he’s at your home…”

“And Kota?”

Sirius tilted his head, grimacing a little. “Kota seems nice enough. But Finn’s being a real ass, I’m not going to lie.”

Logan blinked and Sirius almost felt bad for bringing it up, but part of him knew Remus was right. Logan needed to know. “To Leo even?”

“To everyone.”

“He’s upset with me. Him more than Leo, I think,” Logan bit his lip, ran his hand through his hair. “I told them not to come this week.”

“Ouais…I know about that.” Sirius nodded. “Why—”

“Are they angry?”

Sirius hesitated before answering. “Well, I think you have to do what’s best for you right now.”

“That’s not an answer,” Logan sighed. “Cap, I…I just…” Logan shook his head, eyes on the floor. “I just started, like, being hungry even. Sleeping through the night. Seeing them, spending a week with them…I don’t think it would be…good. Not now. Merde, I love them, but I don’t want to lose my appetite when I’m not with them.”

Sirius sat down slowly on the bed, rubbing his palms together. “I understand. Really, Tremz, I get it.”

“Then what?” Logan sighed.

Sirius shook his head. “Nothing, I just…”

“Non, I know that look, you’re not saying something.”

Sirius couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Well, first, I’m proud of you. I can’t imagine how hard this has been. Oh, and don’t let me forget I have some cookies from Celeste for you. Apparently Katie packed her backpack, said she was coming with me to see you.”

“Oh,” Logan just offered a shaky smile. “Katie…”

It was the same smile Logan had been giving on the carpet all day, to the cameras and fans. Today had been an exhausting one, but Sirius knew that he’d be feeling a whole lot worse right now if Remus hadn’t been by his side through it, holding his hand.

“Second,” Sirius said. “How the hell are you playing so well while feeling like all that?”

Logan blew out a breath and sat down, too. “I can either get Coach Gallant to give me more minutes or sit on the bench and feel sorry for myself. And…” Logan sighed, voice smaller. “Who knows, you know? It’s a one year contract and if they want me for a playoff run and I help get it for them…maybe I’ll have a little more say next time.”

Sirius winced. “That’s a pretty big gamble. But that’s also what Finn said.”

“Really?” Logan asked. “Oh.”

“He’s really not doing well,” Sirius said again. “I…”

Logan waved him on. “Just tell me, Cap.”

Sirius huffed out a laugh. “I’m that obvious?”

“Always have been,” Logan shrugged. “Well. Not always, I guess.”

Sirius took another breath. “I know you aren’t calling them.”

Logan shrunk into himself a bit then, and Sirius felt guilty but not enough to back down. Logan looked away.

He had lost a little weight, Sirius had noticed on the carpet. Not enough to be very noticeable, but Sirius had spent hours and hours with Logan. His cheeks looked a little sharper. His lips were chapped, eyes tired.

“Cap…” Logan shook his head.

Sirius put a hand on Logan’s knee. “Tremz, I know how it was with you and Finn. I’ll never feel what you two felt, I know that, and it must have been so, so horrible, but have you…have you thought about how this doesn’t have to be all or nothing in the way that Harvard was?”

Sirius felt Logan hold himself very still. Sirius was being truthful when he said that he couldn’t imagine what Finn and Logan must have gone through. He’d only truly fallen for Remus when they’d started seeing each other. To feel the way he did about Remus for years and not be able to do anything…he couldn’t begin to imagine.

“Is Loops with you?” Logan asked.

Sirius sighed a little at the topic change but nodded. “Yeah. We thought we’d make a trip of it. Together.”

Logan shot him a look. “Did you kick him out of this talk?”

Sirius laughed. “A little, yeah.”

Sirius paused. He thought of the ring that sat prettily on Remus’ finger. They’d been so dead-set on not rubbing the news into the Cubs’ faces, but maybe…maybe it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe it would help. For Sirius, marrying Remus was the ultimate sign that life, hard and brutal sometimes, worked out.

“Tremz,” Sirius began, and ran a hand through his hair. He wished now that he’d taken the time to change out of his suit. It felt too hot and tight. Logan looked back at him expectantly. He really did look so tired. It made Sirius want to tuck him into his side. God, he hoped this was the right thing to say right now.

“I finally did it,” he said, and Logan tilted his head for a moment before his eyes widened. “I asked Remus to marry me.”

“You did?” Logan said breathlessly. “You finally—the ring?”

Sirius laughed. “I completely forgot about the ring actually.”

Logan laughed, too, reached out and gripped Sirius’ hand, then he blinked and a tear fell. He curled into himself a little. He touched his own wet cheek. “Oh, sorry, I—Oh.”

Sirius felt himself tearing up to. “Don’t you cry, I’ll cry.”

Logan nodded, and then he didn’t seem to be able to speak. He buried his face in his hands. His next breath was a sob.

“Hey,” Sirius said softly. “Tremz, hey…” He squeezed Logan’s hands. “No, I…I’m sorry, I thought it might help to see that things do work out and—”

“Non, I’m so happy for you—I’m sorry—”

Sirius didn’t know what to do but sit there and let Logan squeeze his hands so hard that it hurt a little.

“We were going to come out,” Logan’s words were all tangled up with tears. “We decided—maybe an hour before I got the call.”

“You were—” Sirius felt his heart lurch. A moment later Logan was sort of listing to one side and Sirius pulled him in against his chest. “Oh my god. Oh God, Logan…”

“I wanted to,” Logan cried, clutching at Sirius’ suit jacket. “I finally wanted to and then…”

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said through tears in his throat. He felt Logan’s seeping through the thin cotton of his shirt. “That’s not going to be the last time you want to. Don’t worry about that, Lo, don’t worry.”

“I miss them so bad,” Logan said. “I miss them.”

“Call them,” Sirius said, and realized he was pushing his fingers through Logan’s hair, the way he did with Remus. It felt right with the way Logan leaned into it. “Logan. You know them. I know it’s hard, but you know them. They love you so fucking much. Do you really think seeing their faces, hearing their voices, will be harder than this?”

“I don’t know,” Logan said. “Saying goodbye was so horrible, I…”

“That’s because you’re acting like you’re never going to see them again. It’s a three hour drive or something. You can do that in a day off. It’s not the best, but you can. You can.”

Logan let out a breath and sat up. He wiped at his eyes, dark eyelashes clumped together with tears, and looked at Sirius. “Ouais…” He wiped at more fresh tears. “Ugh. I’ve never cried so much in my life.”

Sirius ruffled Logan’s hair again and then let them sit for a few minutes. He reached up and loosened his own tie, then did the same for Logan, who sent him a grateful look.

“Sorry about your shirt.”

“I could care less about this shirt,” Sirius said, and looked at Logan’s bare throat. “Gave Finn your necklace.”

Logan just nodded and touched where the missing piece would have hung. He sat up a little straighter, scrunching his nose a little, blocked up. “Is Loops just waiting for you?”

“He can entertain himself,” Sirius laughed, and put a hand on Logan’s shoulder. “You’re really important to us, Tremz.”

Logan cracked a smile. “Does he want to watch a movie with us?”

“Absolutely.”

Logan’s smile reached his eyes this time, which he gave another firm rub. “All right. I’m going to get out of this suit.”

“Ouais, me too.” Sirius had one hand on the door when Logan’s phone lit up. Finn, Sirius could see. A picture that looked like it was from Harvard. Finn looked much more like Alex now.

“Want me to give you a bit?” he asked carefully.

When Logan didn’t reply right away, Sirius shut the door again. They watched the phone ring out together.

“D’accord,” Sirius sighed. “Meet up in ten?”

Logan was quiet for a long moment. Sirius watched his eyes dart to the clock, then away. Finally, he straightened. “Non. You two go enjoy yourselves. I have something I need to do.”

Sirius’ chest flooded with relief. “Okay.” He slapped Logan’s shoulder. “Good.”

~

Finn couldn’t help himself anymore. Leo was in the shower, water loud, and Finn pressed his phone harder against his ear.

“Hi,” he whispered to Logan’s voicemail. He’d not yet left a message. He couldn’t help it. Maybe it was seeing him, and not just on Youtube in a press interview (which he and Leo had been watching maybe too many of), but seeing a live feed of Logan walking and talking to other people. How tired he’d looked, how lonely. “Lo, I…I know you said you couldn’t—“

Finn had to stop for a moment, get his breathing under control. He didn’t want to cry. He was so tired of crying, of feeling this way.

“But I need…I can deal with you being in New York. I—I can do that, I really can, but I can’t do this again. I can’t do the silence again, please, please, please…”

His breathing hitched and he covered his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I said I wouldn’t do this, but please call us. It’s just—so hard like this, Lo, it’s so hard—”

His nose was running horribly. Leo would know immediately he’d been crying but Finn wanted nothing more than to sink into Leo’s arms after this.

He let out a long breath. “God, I’m sorry. I love you. Fuck, don’t listen to this, okay—”

He hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed, resting his head back against the pillows. He shouldn’t have done that. Logan had asked him not to do that, not to do any of what he’d been doing. But when he’d left Harvard, Finn hadn’t said a thing after that single, horrible phone call and it had been hell. How much deeper could they sink? Apparently some ways.

He listened to Leo humming softly to himself for a moment before pushing himself up from the bed and cracking the door to the steamed up bathroom.

Le? Can I come in?” Finn asked over the steam, and he saw Leo’s silhouette freeze at the sound of his blocked up nose.

“Oh, sweetheart, of course,” Leo said. “C’mere.”

The second Finn was undressed and stepping onto the wet tile he was taking Leo into his arms.

“I called him, I’m sorry…”

“Finn—” Leo began, holding him tight. “No, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

It felt good, just to breathe each other in, skin on skin. Finn ran his hands up and down Leo’s back, just as Leo did the same for him. He took a deep breath, gathering himself, and leaned back to look at Leo. He pushed his blond hair away from his eyes.

“I’m such an asshole—”

Leo shushed him gently, pressing three gentle fingers over his mouth.

“I just want to hold you, okay?” Leo said. “And I want you to hold me.”

Finn loved him. Finn loved him so much. He nodded, and let Leo tuck his face back into his neck, pressing him close beneath the shower’s warm spray.

~

Sirius shut the door to his and Remus’ room in New York and sat down heavily on the bed. He brought Remus’ hand up to his mouth and kissed where he had replaced his engagement ring. Sirius didn’t like it, but it probably was for the best that he’d taken it off for the red carpets. At least for now, until they told the team officially.

“I think he’s going to call them,” he said, and Remus’ shoulders visibly loosened.

“Yes. Good Logan.”

“Yeah,” Sirius wrapped an arm around Remus’ waist. “Re, they were going to come out.”

Remus’ eyes widened and he dropped his forehead to Sirius’ shoulder. “Oh my god. Aw, Leo…I knew there was something else he wasn’t saying. Oh my god, I can’t even imagine…and when Logan was asking me about it…”

Neither of them found more words, just sat on the cool hotel sheets. Remus started twisting his ring around his finger at one point and Sirius watched the flash of the diamond as it came round and round again.

“Okay,” Sirius said, and pressed a kiss to Remus’ temple. “I love Logan, I miss him, but right now I’ve had a camera in my face all day and we deserve to celebrate,” Sirius tugged Remus closer. “I’m going to start us on our Pre-Wedding Honeymoon New York City Itinerary.”

Sirius took delight in nothing more than the smile that slowly broke over Remus’ face.

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” Sirius said, and pressed a gentle kiss to Remus’ mouth. “Get your coat.”

“My coat?” Remus laughed. “It’s like eleven at night!”

“What, there’s no where to go at night? Come on, allez.” He pulled Remus up and right into another kiss. “I’ve been thinking so much about Tremz, of course I have, but…” Sirius sighed. “All I want to think about is you.” He let his next kiss linger. “You and you and you.”

“Hmm,” Remus’ smiled. “Where are we going?”

Sirius pressed the words into his mouth along with kisses. He tucked Remus up against his body and turned them in a slow circle. “Dancing.”

Remus’ laugh was light. “Sirius Black is taking me dancing?”

“He is,” Sirius smiled into another kiss. “And he can’t wait.”

If Sirius had learned anything from his life so far, it was to seize the moment he was in. Worry would always be there. Problems were never in short supply. But he had Remus blushing with excitement and looking for their room key and his shoes. He was going to grab onto that and keep it close.

~

Leo hadn’t needed anything for his birthday, really. Finn had tried so hard that night, but neither of their hearts were really in it. They’d had dinner out at Leo’s favorite restaurant, and Leo had thought Finn looked so good. In another version of this night, he’d have them skip dessert entirely so he could take Finn home. But both of them had been waiting for a call from Logan that had never come. They had skipped dessert at the restaurant, if only because Finn knew Leo didn’t really like the attention public birthday candles brought. Instead, once they were both in their pajamas, Finn had brought out a perfect slice of chocolate coconut cake from the bakery down the street, a single candle in it, and kissed his cheek and neck in bursts while Leo tried to blow it out and laugh at the same time. They’d read their books with their feet tangled. They’d had a game the next day, and it had been a good night considering that they were both sore and jumping every time their phone lit up. In the end, Leo had pulled Finn to bed and made himself small against Finn’s warm chest. Finn had rubbed his back until they’d both fallen asleep.

Leo didn’t mind. What he did mind was staring up at the dark bedroom ceiling for what felt like the thousandth night in a row. It was somewhere closer to two in the morning now and Leo rubbed at his eyes, frustrated. He needed to sleep. God, he needed to sleep so bad. Finn had been tracing patterns across his back for a while, but he’d long since fallen asleep and rolled onto his other side.

He played back each glimpse they’d had of Logan on the TV. His green suit they’d picked out. He’d looked gorgeous in it. So gorgeous. Leo sighed and rolled onto one side, watching Finn’s back rise and fall beneath his t-shirt. His hair was still a little damp from the shower and Leo reached out to stroke the soft red strands at the base of his neck a few times. God, he was so tired. He was playing so well, though, it didn’t make any sense. They were finally winning games, and Twitter was giving some sort of weird, superstitious credit to shaking the team and lines up. Leo wanted to through his phone across the room more often than not.

He closed his eyes. They felt so heavy, dry with strain, but his body wouldn’t rest. He’d end up listening to his own heartbeat pound in his ears, or counting the soft freckles across Finn’s neck. He was scooting closer to Finn, softly fitting their bodies together again in hopes that it would help, when a sound from the living room made him freeze.

It was the scratch of keys in the door. The bolt opening. Leo tensed, lifting his head, wide awake now. His first thought was some sort of thief, but as the door opened and someone let out a breath, the telltale sound of keys being dropped into the bowl by the door made him sit up sharply. Finn always forgot about the bowl, no matter how many times Leo pointed it out to him. His keys ended up anywhere but that bowl Leo had put there. Couch, counter, bathroom, sheets.

But Logan. Logan had worked hard to make Leo happy and put his set there beside Leo’s, ready to be found again.

Leo realized he was shaking a little as he hurriedly pushed the covers off and stood, listening hard. Had he imagined it? He looked towards Finn’s sleeping form, but he didn’t want to wake him up if it was nothing. God, what if it was nothing, and Leo was standing there like some love-sick maniac, imagining Logan…But there was definitely someone in the living room. Leo took slow steps, pushing the bedroom door open slowly. There was more rustling. A suitcase rolled to a stop. A phone clicked off and was put on the counter. Shoes were toed off. Logan’s shoes. His keys might stay put, but his shoes ended up in two different rooms. Leo was always finding them and matching them back together by the door, socks, too.

Leo stepped out of the bedroom, took one step, two, three—

And there was Logan, standing by the kitchen counter, green eyes catching the light of the city outside. Leo’s heart gave a hard, lurching thud as they stared at each other.

“I was trying to be quiet,” Logan whispered and, God, his voice. Leo had all but clung to each word he’d heard Logan say in the interviews on TV. But that was nothing compared to hearing it here, now, scratched with tiredness and emotion. He was wearing a thick Rangers sweatshirt and gray sweatpants. Leo wanted to press the two of them together until they were one.

Leo couldn’t help it, he broke into a smile, eyes filling. “I was awake already.”

“You were?” Logan asked, eyes going sad, and dropped his bag onto the floor. He was looking at Leo almost greedily, body edging forward.

“What…did you drive all the way here?” Leo said, wiping at his eyes. There was so much space between them, and Leo was dying to close it, but he wanted to let Logan make the first move. He needed Logan to make the first move.

“Ouais,” Logan said. “I’ll get a fine for missing the skills competitions tomorrow, but…” He took a step forward. “I think I can afford it.”

“I’d give them triple if it meant having you here.”

Logan’s brows knit. He had been twisting his sweatshirt in his hands, but he let it go now, reached out a palm. “Le…”

And then the distance was closed and they were clutching each other. Leo felt a laugh bubble up inside him and mix with his tears. He turned his face into Logan’s hair and inhaled. “Hi. Hi, sweetheart. Lo…”

Logan was up on his toes, arms pulling Leo down to wrap around his neck, fingers in his hair, while Leo gripped his strong shoulders.

“I was so wrong,” Logan whispered.

Leo just shook his head and held him tighter. “It doesn’t matter now. I just need you to kiss me.”

Logan didn’t hesitate. He barely pulled away to press their mouths together hard. He stroked his tongue along Leo’s bottom lip lovingly. Leo let his teeth scrape gently against Logan’s, opening to him, needing the closeness, the warmth. He pressed his palm to Logan’s cheek and kissed him until he couldn’t breathe.

They panted softly into the quiet space of the living room.

“Do I have Sirius Black to thank for this?” Leo whispered.

“He told me to call you,” Logan replied. “I thought I could do better than that, since we technically have almost a week off.”

“God,” Leo laughed and wrapped Logan up again. “I’m so—I’ve been sick to my stomach thinking of you all alone.”

Logan clung to him. “I was worried it was just me.”

“Of course it wasn’t, you—dummy.”

The word startled a laugh out of both of them. Logan made a soft, low sound as Leo cupped a palm to the back of his neck, another to the small of his back.

“I’m not alone,” Logan said, pressing a kiss to the underside of Leo’s jaw. “Alex was so good to me, and Morgy and Perc…but then I’d go to sleep at night and I just…” He pressed himself into Leo harder, as if he could soak up all of his warmth. He lifted his nose into Leo’s neck, breathing him in.

They stood there, swaying slightly, in the middle of the apartment. Logan still had the cold February air clinging to him and Leo was determined to warm him up through and through.

“It’s so good to be home,” Logan whispered, and while Leo knew that it was his first time back in the apartment, the way Logan squeezed his shoulders let him know that Logan was talking about him. Logan pulled back and smiled up at him, wiping his thumbs gently beneath Leo’s eyes.

“You should go wake Finn up,” Leo smiled, feeling a little giddy at the thought of Finn’s face. “God, Lo, I’m so happy you’re here. He’s going to be so happy.”

Logan paused and Leo saw actual worry pass over his face. “Are you sure? Cap said that he’s been…”

Leo just shook his head and smiled. “I know. And he has been, but…come on.” He laced his fingers through Logan’s. “It’s you. It’s us. Come on.”

They crept back into the dark bedroom and Leo flicked on the dim lamp on his side of the bed as Logan sat down carefully on Finn’s side. It washed the room in a glow that finally felt warm again. Leo felt choked up all over again at the fact that the three of them were all in the same room once more. The bed felt softer, the light like a cocoon. He studied Logan as he frowned at the furrow in Finn’s brow, even in sleep, and the purple beneath his eyes. For a moment, it felt like Logan had never left. He sent Leo a soft smile before putting a hand on Finn’s back through the worn-out Harvard t-shirt he was wearing, rubbing gently. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Finn’s temple that was so tender it made Leo ache.

“Mon rouge,” Logan whispered. “Wake up. I love you, wake up.”

Finn stirred a little, and the crease between his brows deepened before relaxing into sleep again. His fingers fisted his pillow and he turned his face into it, making a soft sound. Leo realized he thought he was dreaming. He sat down on the bed, scooting close to Finn’s sleeping form and smiled at Logan, nodding for him to to try again.

“Harzy. Harzy…” Logan dropped his forehead to Finn’s shoulder. “Wake up, I missed…” The words cut off and Leo watched Logan swallow down his emotion. “Finn.”

Finn stirred again, lips parting, and then he stilled at the feeling of Logan’s cheek against his shoulder, his breath against his neck.

Without opening his eyes, Finn asked, voice sleep-coarse, “Is this real?”

Logan let out a soft laugh—Leo’s favorite laugh—and pressed a kiss to Finn’s shoulder, then his neck, then his cheek. “Ouais, mon amour, open your eyes.”

But Finn still didn’t, just allowed his hand to find the back of Logan’s neck, the other between his shoulder blades, and pulled him down against his chest.

“Lo,” Finn breathed, and turned his face into Logan’s neck.

“It’s me,” Logan whispered, and Leo had to hook his cheek over Finn’s shoulder, then, hand on his hip. Logan pressed another series of hard kisses to Finn’s cheek, to Finn’s tears falling there. “Shh, c’est moi.”

Leo smiled as Logan’s words dissolved into gentle French, then began to cry, too, when Finn did.

“I’m sorry,” Finn said through hitching breaths. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

“No apologies,” Logan whispered, and cupped Finn’s cheek. “Remember? Please, open your eyes…”

Finn rubbed a palm over the for a moment, like he was still scared it was all going to disappear, before finally letting his eyes flutter open to look at Logan. The brown of them looked so warm in the light that Leo had to duck to kiss his jaw.

“Surprise,” Leo whispered.

Finn just reached up and traced a finger along Logan’s neck. “Did you know, Le?” He asked Leo.

Leo shook his head as Logan kissed Finn’s fingers, shifting so that more of his weight pressed against Finn’s chest. He touched his fleur-de-lis around Finn’s neck.

“I didn’t even know until a few hours ago.” Logan turned and kissed Finn’s palm, too, when it pressed to his cheek. “I hope it’s a good surprise.”

“I should punch you for thinking it wouldn’t be,” Finn said, and made a fist and gave the Rangers logo on Logan’s sweatshirt a light bump. But then his hand flattened, pressed right over Logan’s heart. Finn looked over at Leo and then he was grinning, wide, eyes crinkled at the corners. “Got our boy back, Le.”

“We did,” Leo laughed, and bent down to meet Finn’s mouth when he tilted his chin up.

“Come here,” Finn said, and all but heaved Logan into the middle between them, startling a laugh out of him. “Come here right fucking now.”

Leo wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist and pressed his lips to his neck just as Finn brought Logan into a hard kiss. Leo felt Logan’s soft sound vibrate against his lips and Logan reached back to hold Leo there.

“We missed you,” Finn breathed. “Baby, we missed you so much.”

“I know,” Logan said, green eyes bright. “Me too.”

Leo threw his leg over Logan’s hip, could see Finn tangle his and Logan’s ankles together.

“Oh,” Logan let out a long, relieved sigh and tilted his head back into the pillows, closing his eyes. “This is all I’ve wanted.”

Across Logan’s shoulder, Leo met Finn’s eyes. Finn reached out and cupped his cheek. I love you he mouthed, and Leo kissed his wrist.

“Sleep, Lo,” Leo whispered. “We’ve got all week.”

And they slept, curled together, with no alarm to wake them in the morning.

#vaincre lumosinlove #wolfstar #vaincre #lumosinlove #Harry Potter fic #o'knutzy #fluff #angst #hockey au #wolfstar au #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #Logan tremblay #Leo knut #finn o'hara

[floralflorence]

POV: Reg teases Finn about his kissing; Finn takes that as a challenge.

"Oh, I'm not too sure about that," Reg smirked, taking a casual sip of his tea when Finn's eyebrows rose. When he then shuffled to face him, throwing an arm over the back of the sofa, his legs dropping open slightly as he lounged there, Reg felt heat stir low in his stomach at the flash of disbelief in his eyes. The three boys all agreed that, although they'd all kiss each other for hours, Finn just had that extra Harzy 'flare' that made your mind blank and your toes curl.

And Finn knew this - he used it against them often enough.

Whenever he wanted to stay cuddled in bed but the others were insistent on getting up and starting the day, a quick roll on top of them and a long, sweet kiss with a hand gently cupping their jaw and they were putty in his hands. Leo getting carried away cooking so he hadn't sat and had a break in hours; a few open-mouthed kisses on the back of his neck until he finally broke and gave him some attention. Then a couple deep, teasing kisses that almost always ended up with Finn sucking him off on the sofa - consequently making him lie there, happy and sated, for a little while at least. Usually longer though, considering one of the boys would cuddle up to him to make him have a rest and probably a small nap with them.

Finn always loved teasing Lo - his kisses only helped. It was no secret that Lo had a not so soft spot for muscles - the strength behind them; the way they tensed and moved beneath their skin even with the tiniest, mundane movements. He really knew what he was doing getting with three fellow hockey players. If Lo was being stubborn about getting subby (AKA was deciding to be a brat), himself and Leo would have to slowly persuade him that he'd much prefer it if he just behaved. It usually began with a few well-placed stretches in a just slightly too-tight tank or shirt. These then became seemingly helpful actions: sidling up behind him in the kitchen and reaching up to one of the high cupboards to grab something he needed, their strong chests and torsos pressed along the length of his back; somehow finding an excuse for teasingly lifting him into their arms with a few scattered kisses along his face in the name of some harmless flirting with their boyfriend - any little touches and caresses they can do while still keeping them seemingly innocent. Without fail though, it was always slow, loving kisses from Finn that became his Achilles heel. A strong hand cradling the back of his neck, the other wrapping low on his hip or his waist, cuddling him in close and safe against his chest and all the brattiness just poured out of him through the small whimpers that Finn swallowed between kisses.

Finn had just been lounging back and surveying Reg for a long while, eyes roving admiringly across him to the point even Reg looked down at himself questioningly. He had his knees tucked up to his chest, tea balanced on his lap with bed-hair and still wearing his pyjamas (a pair of boxers he was sure were not his and an old sweater that had to be Leo's from how far down his thighs it fell and the, frankly absurd, length of the arms). Unable to spot what Finn was apparently so enraptured with, Reg swallowed down another gulp of his tea and asked.

"Can I help you?" He shivered when Finn's face just broke out in his usual lopsided grin.

"What? I can't look at my boyfriend?"

Reg gave him an unimpressed look back, making his smile brighten.

"Looking at your boyfriend is fine, staring like a psychopath at him is a tad excessive."

Humming offhandedly, Finn just let his eyes trail a path of fire down from Reg's own to his lips, sliding down to his neck at the marks scattered across the pale skin, then to how Leo's sweater pooled like water around him before scanning the length of his thighs and the hard muscle there.

"'S a shame. He is very pretty to stare at."

Reg hid his violent blush behind his mug as he necked the rest of it back before placing it carefully on the coffee table. He then made a beeline towards where Finn was sat on the L-shaped sofa, crawling over to him quickly.

"Oh, I'm guessing my cuddles are better than my kisses then?" Finn chuckled, arms wrapping around Reg instantly when he climbed into his lap.

"Hush," Reg mumbled into the skin of his neck, "I'm hiding from a crazy, staring psycho." He couldn't help but smile at the chuckle that rumbled from Finn's chest.

"Maybe you should gimme a kiss," Finn's lips were nestled against the shell of his ear, his breath fanning over the sensitive area to make goosebumps appear where ever it fell, "show him you're off the market." Reg sat back on his heels, still straddling Finn's lap, his arms draped over his shoulders and looped around the back of his neck as he seemed to debate the thought.

"Well," he drawled, "if it's to prove a point then I guess so."

Sinking his teeth into his own bottom lip, Finn hummed in agreement, eyes tracing the sharp points of Reg's cupid's bow before skimming across the soft, plush expanse of his bottom lip. He leaned in until the tips of their noses brushed together, turning his head a fraction so they slid next to each other, their lips only millimetres apart. Finn's tongue darted out to wet his lips and Reg was sure that the tip of his tongue grazed along the seam of his lips, prompting Reg to lean forwards ever so slightly to initiate the kiss. However, Finn immediately mirrored this and moved backwards a hair, a smirk forming across his lips at Reg's outright whine.

"Harzy, baby. Please."

Finn's lips parted at the same time his hand slid around to cup the back of Reg's neck, pulling him closer until he could capture his lips with his own. He pressed them together completely with an arm around his waist, his head tilting to deepen the kiss until Reg's hands flexed where they were holding Finn's shoulders, one coming up to tangle in the hair at the back of his head, the other resting with his fingertips pressed lightly against his jaw.

Resisting the urge to just completely give up the pretense of Finn being anything but a fucking phenomenal kisser, Reg tried to give as good as he got (even though he knew he was thoroughly screwed). These were the kinds of kisses that had their hands trailing to unbuckle Finn's belt after the second one, shirts tugged as quickly as possible over their heads so they could be kissed once again. Seemingly, Finn caught on at the same time as Reg and got impatient, tongue teasing along the seam of his lips until they parted completely for him, slipping his tongue into his mouth. He pulled him in closer, hand tightening on the back of his neck as he tilted both their heads, licking patterns into the roof of his mouth.

At this point, Reg was certain he was shaking. Bolts of pleasure scattered down his spine with every deep kiss and every teasing flick of his tongue. He'd gradually stopped trying to battle him, far too content with just being kissed within an inch of his life. Eventually, they pulled away for longer than a breath and Reg was glad that Finn was just as ruined as he was. His eyes watched the string of spit that connected their lips with a whimper until it broke. They were swollen and sensitive, the air from his own panting making him shiver. He brought his attention back to Finn when he swallowed like he was preparing himself to speak.

"Point proven?" The look on his face and direct glance at Reg's bruised lips and flushed, well, everything, told Reg exactly what point he was referring to. He hummed brokenly back in agreement - "point definitely proven."

#lumosinlove #o'knutzy x reg #o'knutzy #smut #finn o'hara is a fucking phenomenal kisser #love these boys #lumosinlove ocs #leo knut #finn ohara #logan tremblay #regulus black

[waltzedintherain]

hey y’all!!

i’m gonna do some poly drawing prompts, so send in:

- number

- letter

- ship of your choice!

anyways!! this is gonna be exciting :DD

(drawings are by @mcnuggyy !!<3)

#promt list #o'knutzy #jegulily #o’darwin #wolfstarbucks #sweater weather lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #james x sirus x remus #james x regulus x lily #leo knut x finn o'hara x logan tremblay #marauders fanart

[livingforcoopsandoknutzy]

So my boyfriend and I came out to my my team years ago and they supported. There was a new guy who is very homophobic and made comments about my relationship and I was wondering if you could write something like that but obviously you don't have to I was just wondering.NO PRESSURE. Seriously you don't have to write it

hey babes! first of all i just wanted to say sorry for that prick there's always gotta be someone who can't let others enjoy their happiness but i hope things are better now or getting there. there was so stress or anything i promise so don't worry at all. <3

trigger warnings: homophobia / cursing

Sirius and Remus had been out for a year when they got a new teammate on the Gryffindor Lions. Normally this would be no problem, new teammates were typically nervous and quiet at first so they could watch the team and try to see where they fit best.

But Beau was different. He was brash, sarcastic, and all around rude. He would make rude remarks constantly and it caused immediate tension in the locker room.

It only took a week before it reached a breaking point. Thomas was the first to say something.

Sirius and Remus had just walked in, smiles on both of their faces as Remus leaned closer to hear something Sirius was saying. Thomas smiled at them before turning when he felt something bump his arm to see his new teammate smirking at him. "How often do you get annoyed with them? I feel like it's barely been a week and I'm already tired of their PDA." Beau scoffed like he'd said something funny.

Everyone within hearing distance went quiet.

"What did you just say?" Thomas said. His face having quickly lost all warmth. Beau scoffed. "You can't tell me you are actually comfortable with that in the locker room? They're in here while you're changing. I know your team gets a lot of publicity and you have to act like it's fine but we're teammates now. You don't have to pretend off camera."

Thomas was about three seconds away from decking him. He straightened and glared down at their new teammate. "I'm giving you three seconds to take that right the fuck back."

Beau laughed before looking at the guys around them. They had drawn the attention of Dumo, Winter, and Knut who were all staring at Beau with varying expressions of anger.

Beau laughter died off and a confused look fell over his face.

Dumo spoke up, his voice calm but his face giving away how upset he was. "I don't know where you got that idea but on this team we love and support each other no matter what. You need to either accept that or think about talking to your management about switching teams."

Remus appeared next to Leo with a falsely cheerful smile. "What are we talking about?" Sirius was standing next to him, his face set into his interview face. Cold and shut off. There was a bigger group now. Logan and Finn were standing next to Dumo.

Beau looked around at their faces anxiously, shifting his weight from side to side. "It- I was just-" Leo cut him off, his voice seemingly kind to everyone who didn't know him.

"He was just learning some ground rules for being on the team." Remus nodded and looked around the team. "Okay, well I think that's enough ground rules for the day, as long as the newbie understood them?"

The entire team turned their heads toward Beau who had long ago averted his eyes to the floor. He remained silent.

Sirius stepped up, "Was that understood?" Beau jolted slightly, obviously having not expected Sirius to talk to him. "Yes, captain."

Sirius nodded and cracked a false smile. "Good. Now, everyone better be on the ice in five minutes." As soon as the words came out of his mouth everyone started dispersing. Talker still glaring daggers and Logan mumbling angrily under his breath. Dumo watched Beau scamper off before turning to the boys. "If anything like that happens again you tell me, alright?" Remus nodded gratefully.

Sirius and Remus hung back until the locker room was more or less deserted. Remus walked up to Sirius until he was close enough to rest their foreheads together. "You okay?" He asked quietly.

Sirius let out a small huff before closing his eyes and leaning a bit more into Remus. "Fucking homophobes." Remus stuttered out an unexpected laugh and leaned down to kiss Sirius gently.

"Fucking homophobes."

#coops #remus x sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #oc #leo knut #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #lumosinlove #o'knutzy #sweater weather #tw: homophobia #cw: homophobia #tw: cursing #cw: cursing #i hope i did that justice #love you tons <3

[hecksee]

I made an incorrect quotes for the characters made by @lumosinlove

Credit to @jacklighting 's amazing discord server for a few of these ideas, y'all are amazing and I love you.

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Logan: *after Leo gave Finn a kiss before going out on the ice* I hate you two with every inch of my being

Leo: Awww you love us

Finn: So not that much then

Logan: I. Will. Murder. You. In. Your. Sleep.

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Coach: Moody, how's your headache?

Moody: It comes and goes

Entire Team: *enters locker room*

Moody: Here it is again

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Remus: Sirius I want you to look me straight in the eyes and tell me you didn't put glitter in Kasey's helmet

Sirius: Mon Loup, you can't expect me to look you in the eyes and be straight

Remus: *rubs temples* You - You actually did that

Sirius: *laughing* For the record it wasn't me, Potts did it.

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Lily: Can you pass me the salt?

James: Huh?

Lily: The salt, can you pass me the salt

James: The salt? What's that?

Lily: *long suffering sigh*

Lily: The ocean cocaine

James: Yeah sure

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@opaleyedragon had this wonderful idea on the discord

Twitter: Lions announce a trade for Pascal Dumais!

Dumo: *five minutes later* *tweeting* Pascal Dumais announces immediate retirement!

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@whataboutmyfries came up with this one

Talker: *asking for another stick* Loops could I have a hitty sticky?

Team: ????

Talker: A stick, could I have another stick

Team: Talker you cant just call a hockey stick a 'hitty sticky' and expect us to understand

Team: That doesn't even rhyme and it doesn't even make sense

*after practice going out for dinner*

Talker: *complimenting the forks* This restaurant has some nice Stabby Grabbies.

Team: Okay, that one actually made sense, I see what you did there

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Dumo: Why isn't there a sad sunglasses emoji

Dumo: I want to show that I'm sad but still cool

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Leo: *at Starbucks* I like my coffee like I like my women

Barista: Hot? Sweet?

Leo: I like coffee just fine, I'm just not sexually attracted to it

Barista: Yes, that’s fine sir, but what’s your order

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James: Are you the middle spoon?

Logan: I'm a peice of spaghetti

James: What?

Leo: You heard the man, he's a peice of spaghetti

Finn: I'm a peice of spaghetti too if that helps

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Kasey: I mean, small animals are way more vicious. It’s because their anger has way less space to be bottled up in.

Finn: What? No, give me an example.

Dumo: Wasps

James: Spiders

Sirius: Chihuahuas

Kuny: Geese

Nado: Logan

Finn: Okay, I see your point

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[peanut-in-the-goal]

Ha, I hate birthdays and Leo is suffering with me yeah?

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Damn it!

Leo let out a frustrated breath, his shoulders tensed and teeth clenched together tightly. Like he was preparing for someone to yell at him and he knew they were right. Because they were, he fucked up, he lost them the game.

His first game.

Of course, he lost his first game, who would he be if he didn’t make a fool of himself on tv. Fuck.

He can’t blame the other guys for being quiet and hardly acknowledging him on the bus. After all, he was a rookie, and if tonight was anything to go by, then not a very good one. He couldn’t help but feel guilty, knowing that everyone else probably resented him because of this.

Logically he knew it wasn’t all his fault. Their defense had fallen apart and everyone was still shaken from when Kasey got hurt in the first quarter. But there were definitely some shots he could have saved.

Four.

He let four shots in, when Henrik Lundqvist, one of the goalies he used to watch online before his own games, got a shut out. As if that didn’t make it so much worse. He idolized this guy, waking up early on game days just so he could watch Lundqvist play, and block the goal. He’d try to mimic his saves at practice, hoping that one day he’d get the chance to actually meet him.

And he did get to meet him. Not formally of course, no. Leo got to meet him in the sense of, they glared at each other from across the ice whilst Leo made more and more horrendous attempts of trying to stop the shot.

How did he even make it into the league?

Leo truthfully couldn’t tell. His father had always told him that goalies were set up to fail. If the offense has a good shot or strike of luck, then more often than not there would be nothing you could do about it.

Sure, he made a lot of good saves as well. The Rangers had gotten a lot of shots on them that game, the puck mostly stayed on their half of the ice. 

To be honest, they hadn’t really stood a chance. Not with Cap’s remaining nerves about his ankle and how Kasey leaving shook everyone up.

The interviews had drilled into Leo after the game. 

As a rookie, and this being your first real game, how did it feel when you let four goals in?

Leo had clenched his teeth. He was pissed at himself but knew he couldn’t lose it in an interview.

Well. I feel as if this is just another reason for me to train harder. I’m looking forward to playing the Rangers again later in the season.

He felt all eyes trailing him when Dumo had come and they walked away from the cameras towards the lockerroom. Leo’s face was blank, having learned a long time ago that you can’t let the games get to you. Of course, if they did, then you can’t let it show. Keep your head up and work harder. 

Logan had nudged him with his knee on the bus. Leo didn’t respond. His AirPods were playing, drowning everything out. He was hoping the music would also drown out the thoughts telling him that he wasn’t good enough. No such luck.

He focused on resting his elbows on his knees, eyes glaring holes into his own feet. He heard Logan sigh before softly headbutting Leo’s shoulder. Normally, the childish antics would’ve made him laugh, but not today.

Logan had surprisingly opened up a lot more to him. He was no longer so guarded around him, didn’t mind when Leo would walk up to him and hug him. He was okay with showing emotions around him, not acting like he had to always be okay or be strong for everyone else.

Not when it felt like Logan was only doing it because he had to. Cap had done that too, pulling him to the side to tell him that everyone had bad games. It wasn’t Leo’s fault, they were in this as a team. It was still hard to believe him.

If I were just a little faster, if I had seen the play coming, if I were better and if I worked harder.

He could picture his dad telling him it was okay when he was younger. Even with all the training in the world, he wasn’t going to stop every shot. But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

Logan eventually gave up on trying, accepting that the drive back to the hotel room was going to be silent. 

When they arrived back, there was some talk of a team dinner, but no one seemed too hyped about it. Leo s gaze looked distant, he was thinking about something. Probably about what he should’ve done. 

Logan huffed, and Finn looked over at him. Logan gestured to Leo with a jerk of his head, catching his attention. Leo looked like he wanted to say something, but whatever it was he didn’t.

Instead, Leo padded quietly into his and Logan’s room. Logan and Finn both shared another look before waving to the others goodnight and following Leo. 

Leo seemed to be staring off into space when they walked in. He sat in the middle of his bed crisscrossed, and his shoes and sweatshirt were discarded on the floor.

“Peanut,” Logan said in a sing-song like manner. Leo blanked before looking towards the door where Logan and Finn stood.

“What… Hi.” He said softly, his accent cutting through his words more than normal. It would’ve been cute if he didn’t look so sad. He raised his hands to take his headphones out, the AirPods case shutting with a click.

“Nutter Butter.” Finn sat beside him on the bed. He knocked their shoulders together, making them both sway softly. “What’s wrong?”

Leo just shook his head, he flipped his AirPod case between his hands. He smiled slightly at the case. A gift from Logan, he said it reminded him of Leo. The thought never failed to make him smile. It was a cartoonish peanut with the monocle, cape, and top hat that served as a reminder that there was always somewhere he belonged, no matter how much he thinks he messed up.

He was safe with the team who wouldn’t hate him if he missed a save. No one hated Cap if he missed a shot. 

“I shouldn’t have missed those shots…” He mumbled. The guilt was eating away at him. The guilt of letting all his teammates down. Because he’s looked up the Lions for so long and almost didn’t believe it when he made the team. It was his dream, and now that he has it he’s so worried he messed it up.

“Knut no.” Logan jumped on the bed, making all of them bounce. It brought a ghost of a smile onto his face before it dropped again. ”Those weren’t your fault, you know that. We all have bad games but it’s only the beginning of the season. This was a game we could afford to lose. Sure, it’s not preferred but that’s what practice is for.”

Leo shrugged. “I guess… It just kind of sucks that I couldn’t block them you know? I let the nerves get to me or I just wasn’t good enough, I don’t know.”

Finn gasped in mock outrage. “Hey, excuse you! That is my friend you’re talking about!” 

Leo grinned. “You’re friend needs to work harder then.”

“Okay, that’s it!” Finn twisted and grabbed a pillow from behind him. He snatched it before turning and smacking Leo with it.

The pillow made a satisfying plop sound when it hit. Logan sniggered at the expression on Leo’s face.

“Tu viens de me frapper avec un oreiller?” Leo asked incredously. The sadness from the game still lingered but the atmosphere had changed completely. 

“French,” Finn complained. Leo smirked, which resulted in him getting hit with another pillow.

“What, hey!” Leo grabbed his own pillow to fight back, and Logan joined soon after. Soon they were all laughing and tired, wondering where that energy boost came from but grateful for it either way.

“Okay, come on.” Finn jumped off the bed, pulling at Leo’s arm, making him stumble and almost fall.

“Harzy, what? Where’re we going?” 

“Ice cream! I saw this place and it’s not too far from here we can walk, or steal the team bus, but I doubt Moody would let us have the keys again after what me and Logan did last time.” Finn rambled, still pulling Leo to the door.

Leo furrowed his eyebrows. “What did y’all do?” 

“That’s not important,” Logan said quickly. “Let’s go, ice cream time.”

“That is definitely not in our diet plan.”

“No one has to know!” Finn declared triumphantly.

“Wait, hey! I don’t even have shoes on,” Leo complained. 

“You don’t need them!”

“Logan, it’s raining.”

“That’s beside the point.”

“Finn."

#Leo Knut #Finn O'Hara #Logan Tremblay #Happy Birthday I guess? #Sweater Weather #lumosinlove #Coast To Coast #SW #c2c #O'Knutzy #fanfiction #Finn O'hara x Leo Knut x Logan Tremblay

[noxnights]

From One O’Hara to Another Part 2

This fic is the sequel to my fic From One O’Hara to Another which you can find here. Sorry this took forever to write, but thank you all for your patience! Character credit goes to the wonderful @lumosinlove

CW: anxiety, struggling to come out, brief mention of fire due to brain fog

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Finn felt Logan’s hands before he even opened his eyes, fingers smoothing over his skin, through his hair, across his brow. Finn swallowed, whispering like it was a secret, “I’m nervous.”

“I know.” Logan said softly.

“I feel silly for being nervous because he knows, and he gets it, and I’m so excited but-”

“Harz, I promise you it’s okay. You were holding onto a lot of very scary feelings for a long time, and even if you know it’s gonna be okay now, your body might still be in fight or flight mode.”

“I don’t want it to be.” Finn protested.

Logan laughed, “I know baby, I know. It’s gonna be good though, and pretty soon that will outweigh all the nerves.”

Leo who had begun to wake at his boys’ words let out a quiet yawn, “Lo’s right Fish. It’s going to be good.”

Finn hummed in agreement, “Hey who do you think Alex is dating? He said he wanted to reintroduce us to them. That must mean we’ve met them right?”

Logan’s brow furrowed, “yeah… yeah, hey maybe Kase knows! I mean they used to play together right, and they’re still close friends so…”

“You’re right! Ugh, obviously I’m not gonna ask him but Alex talks about him all the time. You know, sometimes I wish they still played together. I mean the way Alex talks about it, I can’t imagine them being traded apart. I know it was really rough for him. It’s like- I mean I can’t even think about it, it’s like if one of us got traded away.” 

All three boys knocked three times on wood, Finn’s whole body shaking at the thought.

“Anyway,” Finn said, “I just keep trying to think about who it could be, you know?”

Leo let out a small laugh, and both Finn and Logan rolled over to stare at him. 

“What?” Finn asked, eyes narrowing.

“Nothing- nothing, y’all are just funny. That’s all.”

Finn watched him for another minute before breaking into a smile and leaning forward for a kiss. 

“I love you, and I love your smile,” Leo whispered into his lips. “You’re like the sun Finn, you come into peoples’ lives and you just light them up. You set the world on fire and you just- I’m just so thankful for you.”

“Knutty…” Finn could barely keep his voice from breaking as he tried to speak.

“We know today isn’t easy for you,” Logan added, murmuring the words with his lips pressed to Finn’s skin, mapping out each freckle, “but we want you to know we’re so proud of you and- and”

“And that’s never going to change.” Leo finished.

Finn felt warm all over, like he was bathing in sunlight, skin tingling where his boys touched him, their lips, their fingers covering his whole body. He loved talking to his boys, but it was hard for him to admit when something was wrong. 

He preferred to go on runs and sink into books and lose sleep, than put that weight onto anyone else; but moments like this were the perfect reminder for why it was good to open up. The perfect reminder that it was okay to let them know when he was struggling. Finn let himself sink into their cuddles, into their heat. He let them take care of him for once. 

-

Finn kept trying to take deep breaths, rubbing his fingers together, trying to get the tingling to go away. It was fine. He’d talked to Logan and Leo and that had really helped. And it was fine. He pressed a hand to his chest, trying to gauge how fast he was breathing, trying to rub away the tightness. Was this normal? Or was something wrong? He had been doing something, trying to… to… he couldn’t remember what. His brain felt fuzzy and hot. Why couldn’t he breathe?

“Oh my god, Finn! Oh my god!”

Finn’s eyes went into focus. The pan he’d been trying to heat noodles in was on fire, or at least the noodles were. Finn took a big step back as Logan dropped the lid onto the pan carefully, snuffing the fire out. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m- I’m so sorry. My brain, it completely spaced. Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I can’t shake the nerves. I’m sorry. We’ve already talked about this, it’s just circular, I-”

“Finn, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m really glad we talked about it, but that doesn’t mean your feelings will just go away. It just means we’re here for you and that we know today’s hard for you. You can always, always talk to us even if it’s circular, or you know repetitive, or something.” 

Finn dropped his head onto Lo’s shoulder. “Thank you, thank you. I think I’m just feeling so much, excited, nervous, then feeling bad and confused about being nervous because I already told Alex, and that was supposed to be the hard part. This is supposed to be the easy part, the fun part.”

“Baby, it can be both. Sometimes having the facts laid out isn’t enough to change a feeling, what our body just knows. Alex telling you he heard you and loves you and identifies the same way you do is something your brain knows, but it’s not something your body knows yet. You don’t feel like it’s true even though you know it is, and that’s going to take time, and that’s okay Fish. It’s all okay and we’re here for you through all of it. 

Finn let out a big breath, “I love you. I really really love you, you know that right?”

Logan looked at him softly, “yeah Fish, I know that, we know that. I really really love you too. Why don’t you go get dressed so we can head out. We can get there a little early, walk around, and get seated first that way we have time to settle in before Alex gets there.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a good idea.”

“Perfect.”

Finn tried to take some deep breaths as he left the kitchen and headed toward their bedroom. He could do this, he wanted to do this, and he’d have his boys with him the whole time. It was okay to have mixed feelings about this, he just had to keep reminding himself of that.

He dug through their drawers until he found his favorite and most worn pair of jeans, an old Gryff hoodie which always made him feel safe, and lastly his rainbow bracelet- the match to Logan’s and Leo’s. 

He’d stopped wearing it for awhile, when every time he looked at it just brought a reminder of the stress he was under and the pressure he felt, but right now it was a comfort more than anything else. It was a way to have Leo and Logan with him all the time. 

Leo walked in just as he was finishing up and he watched Leo’s eyes dart to his wrist and then back up to his face. Finn waited for a remark, some kind of comment, but Leo just gave a soft smile, pressing a kiss to hime temple. 

“Hey, Lo’s ready when you are.”

Finn looked at Leo, let himself drown in the cornflower blue of his eyes, “I’m ready.” He said, and he actually meant it.

The three of them walked to the little restaurant where they’d be having lunch, not Sid’s as they wanted something more low profile. The walk was good and by the time the three of them sat down Finn’s excitement was bubbling up. 

This was what he’d been excited for, for so long. It was also the first time it struck him that Alex might be nervous too, maybe not exactly the same way Finn was, but still. This was a big step for both of them. Finn tapped his fingers against the table, against his leg. They were early, they had time.

Just as the waitress was bringing them their drinks, Finn’s phone pinged. Pulling it out of his pocket he saw a text from Alex. 

Alex:

hey 

Finn:

hey what’s up?

Alex:

are you guys there yet?

Finn:

yeah, we’re in a booth by the back corner

I tried to pick something secluded

Alex:

okay awesome, thanks fish

we’ll be right in

Finn slipped his phone back into his pocket, looking at his boys on either side of him, “he’ll be in in a minute.”

He held onto both their hands, under the table, out of sight. “I’m excited, I mean obviously I’m still nervous but I’m also really excited. He’s gonna love you guys, he already does, but now he knows.” Finn smiled, Finn let himself smile.

Leo and Logan both just squeezed his hand briefly. Finn didn’t need them to say anything, he just needed them.

The bell of the restaurant rang as the door swung open and Finn’s neck snapped around to watch Alex walk in, “no fucking way,” he whispered to the table, “no fucking way, oh my god, how did I miss that?” as Natalie and Kasey followed Alex in. 

Alex grinned as he made eye contact with Finn, who still looked shocked, and the three made their way to the table, sliding into the booth opposite Leo, Finn, and Logan. 

From across the table Alex’s grin grew wider, “surprised?”

“Yes,” Finn and Logan chorused. Leo on the other hand stayed quiet. Finn looked at him, eyes narrowed. “You knew?”

“I didn’t know, but I suspected.”

“Is that why you were laughing yesterday? Oh god, I was talking about how Kase probably knew and you were laughing.”

Finn shook his head a little before turning back to Alex, “Congrats man, I’m definitely surprised, but also it makes a lot of sense. You guys just kind of fit together.”

“Thanks Finn, you guys too- I’ve seen how happy you’ve been, even sitting here it’s clear, I’m glad you have them.”

“Me too,” Kasey added in, “and just for the record my plan was to just start making out and see how long it’d take you to notice.”

Logan who had argued for the same tactic high fived Kasey across the table, while Natalie who had thrown her arm around Alex’s shoulder said, “yeah, I thought we should take the more direct approach, you know the one where you guys wouldn’t take forever to figure it out.”

Her eyes cut to Leo as she continued, “except for you Leo, you just always seem to know.”

“Honestly, at this point I’m not sure if it’s a gift or a curse, but I’ll take it.”

All six of them placed their orders and chatted easily while waiting for their food, shuffling seats as they got engrossed in different conversations. Finn and Alex who had been in the middle of the booth ended up right on the end, and Alex, as though he’d been waiting for the right moment, leaned in.

“Hey fish, I just wanted to ask, or check in really, how are you doing?”

Finn paused for a moment, the words I’m fine ready to roll off his tongue, but then he glanced at Logan and Leo, at Natalie and Kasey, at Alex, and something stopped him. 

He nodded slowly, “I’m- I’m good. I’m really good actually. This morning was rough, but being here with everyone, it’s exactly what I wanted, what I hoped for, what I was scared of. But- this is great. Seeing how great it really is has helped me, it’s given me something to replace the images my own mind had been drawing up.”

Alex hummed, like he understood, “I’m really glad you told me, and I’m really glad I told you. I- I know this wasn’t easy, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you more, in college when I knew something was going on, but I didn’t want to intrude. I wanted to let you tell me. I’m sorry for that.”

“Alex, no-” Finn tried to interject, but Alex continued.

“I’m so happy to be here for you now though, and I’m happy you have your boys.”

“I’m happy you have yours too, and Alex, I know I’m just your little brother but I’m here for you too.”

“You’re not just anything Fish.”

The two of them looked at each other for a moment. They were so similar, both with wild red hair, both in the NHL, both bisexual and polyamorous, but at the same time they were so so different, even just in how they carried themselves. 

Despite the awkward angle, Alex reached across the table to ruffle Finn’s hair, “love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, love you too.” Finn grumbled, trying to shake him off. 

“You know they’re gonna be fine with this, right?”

“Who?”

“Our parents.”

“How do you do that? How do you just know what I’m thinking?”

Alex looked at him, “because it’s scary, and I know it’s scary, but they will be. They’ve always wanted what’s best for us. They’ve always wanted us to be happy. They supported us going to the NHL, they supported us all through college, they’re gonna support us through this too.”

“Yeah, but what if it’s too much for them, all of this.” Finn said, gesturing to the table, to Alex and himself.

“Finn, it’s never going to be too much for them. They’re gonna love having the house filled on holidays and over the summer when we visit. They’re gonna love seeing you light up because you have Leo and Logan with you.”

“I- I know, but…”

“Fish, I- they knew something was up in college. They didn’t know what, but they knew something, and then that first year in Gryff, you would call, and you just seemed so… you were obviously happy to be in the NHL, but you also seemed so lonely and lost. Everytime you called it was like you were thinking of something else, someone else. In this last year that’s changed, they’ve seen it change. Even though they don’t know why yet, they’re so happy about it. It’s scary but they love you. It’s going to be okay.”

“I didn’t realize, I didn’t realize that you guys knew. I just- I don’t think I even realized how bad it was until I got them you know? I was hurting but I thought I was fine, and then suddenly I had Logan and Leo, and all that time that I’d thought I was fine, well suddenly I knew just how untrue that was.” Finn’s voice broke a little as he tried to explain.

“If you want, we can tell them together, maybe this summer or we can go down for a weekend sometime sooner. Either way I promise it’ll be okay.”

“Yeah, that’d be great Alex. Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course.” Alex said simply, as though it was just that easy. 

The two turned back to the others, who seemed to be listening intently to Leo telling the story of Finn coming out to him, laughing so hard he could barely finish it when he got to the part of Finn calling both Kasey and Natalie hot. 

Finn, who went bright red at the tale, laughed along, and sitting there listening to the conversation flow, he realized there really was nowhere he’d rather be than with his teammates, his friends, his family.

#lumosinlove #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #o'knutzy #o'darwin #alex o'hara #kasey winter #natalie darcy #sweater weather #coast to coast #vaincre #leo knut x finn o'hara x logan tremblay #harry pot #coming out #anxiety

[ttylfedora]

3 of the new fluff prompts "your eyes. your eyes. holy shit." with someone wearing makeup? potentially? either cubs or coops would be amazing

Asdfghjkl Cubs with eye make up YES PLEASE THANK YOU ANON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Inspiration for this came, quite unsurprisingly, at 1am so please don’t berate me for any spelling mistakes lol.

3: “Your eyes. Your eyes. Holy shit.”

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Enjoy💙

“You know, this would be a lot easier if you sat still.”

Leo giggled as Logan placed his hands on his hips to stop Leo from squirming on top of their bathroom counter.

“It tickles though,” Leo countered. Logan moved closer between Leo’s legs, causing Leo to wrap his legs around Logan to lock him in.

“Just stay still and it won’t,” Logan reasoned. He was half convinced Leo was only squirming so that he would get the chance to open his eyes and look at him.

“How does it look?” Leo asked.

“A lot better if you would let me finish,” Logan laughed. He kissed Leo on the nose and got back to work, blending the eyeshadow into the crease of Leo’s eyes. Leo squirmed again as Logan blew lightly on his cheeks to get rid of the excess eyeshadow that had fallen. He jumped off the counter and spun around to look in the mirror. A smile quickly spread across his face as he made eye contact with Logan in the mirror.

“I love it,” he gushed, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Logan smiled, standing on his tip toes to place a kiss on the back of Leo’s neck.

“Hey guys, what-“

Finn rounded into the bathroom and froze, eyes focused solely on Leo’s. His jaw dropped ever so slightly, letting out an extremely shallow breath, rendered speechless by his boyfriend in front of him.

He walked up to him and cupped Leo’s face in his hands, thumbs running along his cheek bones as he turned his head from side to side slightly.

“Your eyes. Your eyes. Holy shit!” He exclaimed, looking over at Logan. Logan nodded in agreement with an eyebrow raised.

“Looks good, doesn’t he?”

Finn could only nod in agreement as Leo’s cheeks reddened underneath his palms.

Maybe Leo would wear make up a bit more often from here on out.

#coast to coast lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #lumosinlove #leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #o’knutzy #fluff prompt #prompt #send me more thanks x

[onlydreamofmysoul]

Fanatics

For @ravenclaw-reblogs These are so much fun to write! I really hope you like it!

The world and characters belong, of course, to @lumosinlove

“Lupin we have a problem.” Thomas declared dramatically the moment Remus stepped into the locker room. “You officially have more fan accounts than I do and that’s just not okay.”

Remus choked on his coffee. “I’m sorry, what?”

Talker nodded seriously. “Yeah, I counted last night.”

Finn popped his head in between the two men. “Not that Loops having a big fan base isn’t an excellent topic,” He said, “But, Walkie you actually count your fan pages?”

“Mon dieu.” Logan said, appearing from behind them, scrubbing his face with his palms. “Please tell me I did not just hear what I thought I did.”

“It’s true, I do.” Thomas said, ignoring the scrutiny in true Walker fashion as the entire locker room hushed to listen in. “Cap has the most, which is fair since he’s well, the captain. Then Finn and Kasey, followed by Logan, Dumo and Pots. Then Loops, then me and so on.”

“You’re really famous now Loops.” Sirius said, kissing him quickly as he passed on the way to the kitchen.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “It’s just because I’ve been in the media lately, don’t worry Thomas, you’ll be back up there soon.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure Re,” Leo said from his seat. “The fans really love you, I mean I’m looking at a page that was dedicated to you before the whole,” He waved his hand at Remus and in the direction Sirius had gone, “Media field day. People called you ‘the hot guy on the bench’.”

Remus laughed as he shook his head, his cheeks flushing red. “This is so bizarre.”

“Yeah.” Thomas agreed gruffly. “I mean no offence Loops, but I think I should have more followers than my PT.”

“Hey Cap!” Logan called as Sirius re-entered the room. “Did you know your boyfriend’s more famous than Walkie?”

Sirius didn’t even glance up from his phone as he replied. “As he should be.” 

The entire locker room filled with gasps and jokes and Walker hung his head. “Betrayed by my own captain.” He said, pretending to wipe away a tear. “I never thought the day would come.”

Sirius came up behind Remus and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him in tight against his chest. “What can I say? I’m a little biased.”

The locker room all pretended to gag at once and Sirius just laughed them all off. Remus rolled his eyes at them lovingly one more time before slipping off to the PT room to get everything organised, passing Arthur in the corridor, who was just about to go and talk to the team.

“Coach!” Remus heard Thomas yell even as the door was closing. “Lupin has more followers than I do!”

Remus couldn’t help but chuckle to himself all the way down the hall. He decided he would just wait and not post anything on social media for a while, and maybe then things might calm down.

Or… he thought as he pulled up a particularly lovely picture of him and Sirius skating together, he could always post some great content and drive Talker even more nuts.

Yeah, he agreed as he clicked ‘post’. This way was so much more fun.

#coops #lumosinlove #sweater weather lumosinlove #Sweater Weather #Coast To Coast #coast to coast lumosinlove #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #wolfstar #remus lupin x sirius black #Remus Lupin/Sirius Black #thomas walker #Leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #o'knutzy #dumo #pascal dumais

[whataboutmyfries]

Of stars and seduction

wherein I present to you one Leo Knut being a BAMF and being way more hot than can possibly be legal  (this isn’t beta-ed so all mistakes are mine! sorry bout that) 

warning: it get a lil bit spicy towards the end! please proceed with caution!

Characters by the absolute GOD @lumosinlove 

~

Leo wouldn’t say he’d planned it, but he wouldn’t say it was simple coincidence either. He'd spotted the tights on an idle walk through a city and had bought them on an impulse. He vaguely remembered seeing a photo of some actor or the other wearing them under ripped jeans and had idly decided to try it out for himself. 

To say he loved it was an understatement. 

He turned in the mirror, running a hand through his hair as a smirk spread across his face. Oh, his boys were going to love this. 

He’d chosen to wear his favourite black jeans with the rips in them and the blue button-down that matched his eyes. The constellations on his thigh peeked through the fabric, trapped behind the crisscrossing lines of nylon. It was subtle enough that they wouldn't notice right away; but bold enough that they’d know something was different. 

It was perfect. 

Leo took one last look at himself in the mirror before grabbing his keys and phone on his way to the car. He shot Finn a quick text asking about their whereabouts, dropping his phone on the passenger seat

...

He met them at the restaurant, wrapping an arm around Finn’s waist and pressing a kiss to logan’s head discreetly. Finn grinned, tangling their feet together under the table. 

“God, we missed you, Lovernut,” Finn sighed, propping his head up on a fist. Logan nodded enthusiastically, slurping his milkshake. Leo grinned at his boys, shaking his head fondly in Logan’s general direction before flagging down the server. 

Leo rattled off their orders by memory, sneaking surreptitious glances at Finn and Logan’s animated conversation. Fifteen minutes in, no sign of them noticing. Leo smirked, simply pushing his knee out from under the table. 

Soon enough, they had their food and Leo tucked in hungrily. He hadn’t realised just how much he’d needed food until the smell of hot pizza had set his stomach grumbling. He smiled his thanks to Nate, who winked and looked pointedly down at his exposed knee. 

Leo grinned conspiratorially and returned to his pizza, laughing at something Logan had said.   

Finn loved their little dates, just the three of them out at Sid’s, having a good time. Finn looked at his boys adoringly, smiling like a loon. He frowned at a spot of grease just under Leo’s lip, leaning over the table to wipe it away. Leo startled but kissed Finn’s fingers as he pulled away, giving him a bite of his slice. Finn smiled, leaning back against the booth when something scratchy brushed against his thigh.  

He leaned back, ducking his head to look under the table. He took one look at their tangled legs and choked. Hard. 

Leo was wearing fishnets. Right now. Out here. Like it was nothing. 

“Fish! You okay?” Logan asked, thumping him on the back. Leo just grinned like that cat who got the canary, leaning back and sipping his drink. 

“Yeah, Harzy, seen something interesting down there?”  

Finn glared at him through the tears, his eyes dilating. “You. Me. Him. Home. Now.” 

Leo raised an eyebrow. “Well, your wish is my command Mon Rouge.” 

…

Finn swore the 15-minute drive home was the longest of his life. Watching Leo sprawled all over the back seat, licking sinfully at his ice cream cone while meeting Finn’s stare in the rearview, was the most glorious form of torture.  

Logan was swearing a blue streak in the passenger side, running his hands through his hair as he looked at his boyfriend. The man looked like sex on legs, what was a guy to do? 

He could hardly park the car fast enough, shoving Leo against the side of it as soon as he got out. Logan groaned, leaning down to press hard, biting kisses to Leo’s neck. 

Leo gasped, twining his hands through their hair, tugging gently, moaning at the soft groans he got in response. 

“Yes, yes, oh my god Lo— No, not here. Not here.” Leo gasped, his eyes snapping open to the soft light of their garage. “Upstairs. Upstairs. Now.”

Logan growled, tugging Leo forward to catch his lips in a bruising kiss. Finn groaned at the sight, fumbling for his keys. “C’mon, we gotta get upstairs.” 

Finn barely got the door open, all but slamming Leo against the wood when they were finally inside. Leo’s eyes slipped shut, his hands grabbing at Logan’s hair to tug him into a kiss. Finn slipped his hands under Leo’s shirt, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck. 

Logan fell to his knees, nipping gently at Leo’s tattoo through the fishnets. “god that tattoo has been driving me mad since you got it” Finn nodded his agreement. Kissing Leo feverishly while his hands trailed down to his belt. ‘Off, off, take ‘em off. I want to see.” 

Leo pulled back, raising an eyebrow. “Eager are we?” 

Finn grinned right back. “With you? Always” 

Leo bit back a groan, stumbling into their bedroom as he shoved his pants off. Logan's breath left him completely. Leo was just standing there, hair all mussed from their hands, and those legs that never seemed to stop. And that collection of stars on his thigh. 

Leo leaned against the doorway, his bulge already showing through his underwear. “Well? Are you coming?” 

“I think I might have already” Logan joked, tucking his fingers into the netting of the stockings, leaning up on his toes to kiss him. Leo smiled, bending to pick Logan up. Finn couldn’t help but smile at them, kissing in their bedroom, in their house. 

“I love my life.” 

Finn led them both into the bedroom, pushing Leo onto the bed. “Let us love you baby, let us love you.” 

Leo groaned at that, grabbing Finn’s hand to pull him down on top of him, kissing him deep and slow. “I love you, Fishy” 

Finn sighed happily, kissing his way down Leo’s torso, stopping when he got to the tattoo on his thigh. He looked at Logan, reaching a hand out for him. Logan complied easily, kissing Finn over Leo’s thigh, his fingers rubbing soft circles at the dip of Leo’s hipbone. Finn turned his attention back to the tattoo, the bruises there making it look like a little galaxy of its own. 

“Mon amour, you are the universe.” Logan breathed, sucking another bruise onto the stars inked on his beloved. Finn smiled lopsidedly at the sight, moving to kiss Leo, twining their fingers together on the sheets.  He leaned their foreheads together, ducking a little to see the tattoo again. 

“I'd pull every last star from the sky to make you happy nut, but I suppose our little galaxy will have to do for now”

Leo groaned, tugging Logan’s hand to get him closer to him. To them. “How are you two so perfect? What could I have possibly done to deserve you? Is this karma from that one shutout? Because then I have got to do that more often.” 

Finn and Logan burst out laughing, collapsing over each other. 

“God I love you.” 

#it's a lil spicy so beware #oknutzy #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #Leo knut #Coast To Coast #Sweater Weather #lumosinlove #lumosinlove ocs #leo x logan x finn

[thestrangebeingyouarent]

Part 1 - Happy Birthday Loops!!

ITS REMUS’ BDAYYY, AND ALSO EMMA’S ( @ttylfedora )!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Characters by the amazing @lumosinlove !! (please go read sweater weather if you haven't already)

CW: food

~

‘Happy Birthday Loops!’

Remus looked at the banner that stood on the closet in front of his and Sirius’ bed. A fan made that. For Remus. For him. On his birthday, today.

It had been a game day. Lions vs the Snakes. And even though Remus loved hockey, playing your biggest rival on your birthday wasn’t the best present. But as it turns out, it’s a very good motivator to win.

Sirius had scored once and Remus twice. The Snakes hadn’t scored at all. Both Kasey and Leo, who had to take his place after Kasey’s thigh started acting up, had stopped the puck plenty of times. Overall it was an amazing game. Not to mention the audience. Apparently, without Remus knowing, the Lions twitter had organized something with their fans. And after the game, happy birthday started playing. The lyrics were on screens everywhere and a good 60% of the arena was singing.

That’s when Remus had noticed the various banners made for him. ‘Happy Birthday Loops!’ was the general message on them. Remus had skated to many families, signed pucks, sticks, notebooks and a jersey. It had been surreal to think that not even a year ago he was nothing more than ‘the Guy on the Bench’. When he told Sirius that thought, Sirius simply responded: ‘You’ve always been more than “the Guy on the Bench.”’ And he kissed him.

It made him smile when he thought about the morning, before the game. Sirius had woken him up with breakfast in bed. The breakfast was made by Celeste, but it’s the thought that counts. After that Sirius had given him his present. A bunch of books that Finn had recommended to Loops -Finn’s book suggestions should not be taken lightly- and Remus had sounded really curious about.

And then they had just talked for the rest of breakfast. And if Remus was being completely honest, it might have been the best part of the day. Sitting there, with his fiancé, talking about anything. The game, the future, the team, Remus’ new books and of course the plans Sirius had for Remus’ birthday after the game.

When they arrived at the rink, Remus had gotten a very warm welcome, which involved being floored by a lot of heavy hockey players as an attempt to a group hug and a concerning amount of confetti.

‘Happy Birthday Loops! You have to listen to my birthday playlist,’ Talker said as soon as everyone was standing up again.

‘Non, we have to sing first, mon fils.’ Dumo smiled at Remus and started singing, in French.

And with the combination of grown men who cannot sing and grown men who cannot speak French, the result was interesting. But Remus loved it. He wasn’t one to want the spotlight, but in that moment, with the team singing for him, he felt like he belonged there. Like he was part if the team. He was part of the team, he knew that, but this still was a nice reminder.

Even laying in bed hours and hours later, Remus felt fuzzy and warm thinking about it. He felt so lucky to have these people in his life.

~

Part 2 - Birthday dinner at Dumo’s, will hopefully be up within a couple of hours.

And i also have a very short canon angst birthday piece :)) because, why happy, if angst?

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[lumosinlove]

Vaincre

February (part one)

~

February

Summer’s gone, seasons change

He’s got a heart of construction paper

All of his problems buried away

Inside the sleeve of a green windbreaker

Maybe by Monday, I’ll be okay

Any day’s better than February

Sometimes I wonder how life would be

Any day’s better than February

“And…” the realtor looked around. Logan didn’t remember her name. She checked her clipboard. “Keys, trash shoot, landlord’s info…Yep. That’s it, I think.”

She smiled and handed him the keys to his new apartment. “Congratulations.”

Logan took them, tried to smile a little. “Thank you.”

“Bet It’ll be nice not to be in a hotel, hm?” she laughed, pulling on her coat.

Logan glanced around at the furnished space. Open plan, two bedroom. None of it was his. The couch was a giant L that served as a natural divider between the living room and the dining room. It was leather and bare beside its pillows. Leo’s favorite blanket was not draped across one arm. Leo’s pans were not arranged to hang over the large kitchen island so that he didn’t even have to look up to know which one he was reaching for. The bookshelves were left mostly bare, presumably for him to fill, but what did he have with him? A suitcase that the boys had helped him pack when all he had seemed to be able to do was stare at it, Leo’s green sweater in hand again. He missed all of Finn’s books. He hadn’t realized how much their worn pages had contributed to the smell of home until now. He’d taken one, at random, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to look at it every day.

“I wasn’t, um,” Logan said. “I was staying with a friend. A teammate.”

“Ah,” she nodded. “Well. Nice to have your own space, then.”

Logan reached for his necklace, only to remember that it was no longer there, and fixed his hat instead. He nodded weakly. “Yeah. Nice.”

~

One Week Earlier

Leo’s voice came out thick when he spoke, nose still pressed into Logan’s neck.

“I’m sorry,” Leo breathed, and carded his fingers through Logan’s hair, as he had been for the last fifteen minutes. “Oh, Lo…”

Logan just kept his eyes closed. He wanted to cry, but he wasn't. Finn was still out in the living room, completely quiet. Too quiet. Logan wondered what he had hit. He’d never known Finn to lash out in anger in his life. It frightened him a little. It showed just how horrible this was, and in the most blatant, contrasting light.

“Leo,” Logan found that he had barely any voice.

Leo pulled back, just enough so that they could look at each other. He was so pale. Logan pushed his blond hair out of his face, eyes lingering on the gray streak. Tears lodged in his throat all over again.

“I don’t want anything to happen—“ Logan whispered. He shook his head, trying to ward off the thoughts. “I want to keep you.”

“That isn’t even a question,” Leo whispered fiercely and held him tighter. “I’ll never let you go, no matter where you are.”

Logan nodded, willing himself to believe it even as he knew it was true. He still worried. His eyes darted to the door, questioning, and Leo turned to look, too. He pressed a hand to Logan’s neck.

“That goes for the both of us. You know that,” Leo looked again, biting his lip. It was so quiet.

Logan leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and scrubbed a hand over his face. He stared down at where both his own and Finn’s phones lay at his feet, on top of Leo’s green sweater. He picked his own up. There it was. An email with his flight details. The day after tomorrow. He wanted to lay down in their bed. He wanted lay on their couch against Finn. He wanted to walk up behind Leo as he made dinner. He wanted it all at once, to cram everything he loved into two nights, all the things he wouldn’t get to be there for, and found that he couldn’t move.

“Let’s go see him,” Leo said gently. He took the phone out of Logan’s hand, set it face down on the nightstand, and took a step towards the door. “C’mon, it’s just us right now. We need to be together.”

Logan found himself a little unsteady as he rose, and he placed a hand on the small of Leo’s back, grounding himself as they walked into he living room. He felt a little terrified. Maybe Finn wouldn’t even be there. But he was. He was sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, staring at nothing. It was terrifying. Finn was so rarely still. So rarely angry. Logan cast a glance around the living room, but nothing seemed out of place. If Finn had hit something, it had been something that would have hurt himself more. Now that Logan looked closer, Finn was rubbing the heel of his palm idly with his opposite thumb, as if it ached from being slammed into a flat surface. The kitchen counter, maybe.

Finn looked over at them when they entered, and then covered his face with his hands.

“I can’t—” he began, muffled. He leaned back against the couch, head tilted back as if it were too heavy. “God…”

Logan sat down tentatively, but Finn pulled him under his arm, close and snug against his side. Logan closed his eyes, not realizing how worried he had been that Finn wouldn’t want this pain again. That he would pull away. Instead, Finn’s lips were pressed against his temple and he took in a long, slow breath, nose buried in Logan’s hair. Logan all but swooned into it.

Leo sat on Finn’s other side, hand dropping to Finn’s thigh, rubbing softly. Finn reached down and threaded their fingers together. Leo took a shaky breath of his own, then looked at Logan.

“Where?” Leo asked the question like he was terrified of the answer.

Logan spoke through the lump in his throat. “New York. Rangers. For Kota Takahashi.”

Leo huffed, maybe relieved, maybe like it was another blow. He half smiled, half let out another hitch of breath, and wiped a tear from his cheek. “Could be worse. Could be—“ his breathing hitched again. “Like, LA.”

Finn was just breathing slowly. Logan watched his chest rise and fall. He was so quiet. He’d never been this quiet except those horrible horrible nights when he’d had his concussions, in too much pain to so much turn over. The memories nearly made Logan flinch, as they always did.

“You can stay with Alex,” Finn finally said. “Until we figure something out.”

Logan and Leo blinked at each other. Logan was surprised, but Leo looked suddenly unbearably sad, worse than before.

Logan pulled back just enough to look at Finn. “What do you mean?”

Finn’s jaw was set, brown eyes hard. “I mean that this doesn’t make sense. Sure, the trade deadline’s coming up, sure, we’ve been in a slump, but we just won a cup. And, what, we suddenly need a fucking defenseman?”

His voice was rising as he spoke, and Logan put a hand on his chest to feel that Finn’s heart was pounding.

“Harzy,” Leo began softly. “I…I hear you, but what do you think we can do?”

“Not lose Logan,” Finn shot back. “That’s what we can do.”

“We’re not losing Logan,” Leo said. “The team is. His contract was almost up, so is—“ Leo swallowed. “So is yours. This is…” 

This is hockey, Logan finished Leo’s words in his head.

"We’re not losing anything,” Leo said.

Finn let out a laugh that was completely void of humor and rubbed at his eyes. “What, so he’s gonna be here for dinner every night?”

Logan felt tears burn hot behind his eyes and he gripped Finn closer.

“He’s gonna be in our bed every morning when we wake up? You’re gonna dump sugar in his coffee for him, and we’re all going to drive to practice together?”

Leo’s lip wobbled and he encased both of Finn’s hands in his own.

“No,” Finn said. “No, Le, he’s gonna be all the way at Harvard and we’re here and we are losing things. This is—I won’t do this, I…” but he didn’t seem to have any more words.

“New York,” Leo said gently.

Finn shook his head. “What?”

Leo brought Finn’s hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Harzy…”

“You said,” Logan began thickly. “That I’m going to be all the way at Harvard. But you meant New York.”

Finn was quiet again, and still. His jaw was locked against the tears brimming in his eyes. Logan could barely stand it, he pushed his nose against the overheated skin of Finn’s neck instead and kissed him there.

“No one’s at Harvard,” he whispered, and kissed Finn’s neck again. “I wouldn’t be doing this,” another kiss, “if it was like it was back then.”

He kissed along Finn’s jaw, slowly, savoring the taste of salt on his skin, the scratch of the stubble growing, until Finn squeezed his eyes shut and finally let himself cry.

~

When Logan got through baggage claim at JFK, his heart nearly stopped in his chest when he saw Finn waiting for him by the EXIT sign, by the automatic doors that kept opening at nothing, letting horribly cold blasts of air in.

No, not Finn.

“Logan!” Alex O’Hara called when his brown eyes, scanning the crowd, landed on him.

Logan just stared as Alex jogged towards him. Finn, Logan’s mind was trying to make him feel relieved. Finn Finn Finn.

Alex stopped in front of him only a moment before crashing into him. His hug was tight and almost familiar.

“Jesus,” Alex whispered into his ear. “You know, I didn’t know if—and I told the Rags I’d get you—oh, Tremz, I’m so…” he pulled back, hands still on Logan’s shoulders, eyes concerned at how quiet Logan was. “You’re staying with me. Finn told you that, right?”

Logan nodded. He reached for his necklace then put his hand down.

“Yeah,” Logan said, squeezing his hands around the straps of his backpack, then the handle of his suitcase. “Can we…”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Alex nodded quickly, and it was so like Finn that Logan had to look away.

“Nat’s at my place right now, too,” Alex said once they were in the car. He was wearing a plaid shirt and a puffer coat that Logan was swear Finn had, too. Maybe gifts from their mom. “Is that all right?”

“It’s your place, Alex.”

“I know,” Alex checked his mirrors. “I just meant…”

Logan didn’t look at him as he trailed off, but finally turned his phone back on. The white apple blared up at him from the dark screen and he bit his lip when he saw that he already had a red message bubble. It was from Leo, in their group chat. They were probably having dinner right now, probably eating on the couch instead of at the table, like they did after loses.

Landed. With Alex, he typed out quickly, and shoved it back in his bag. He didn’t want to watch them reply at the same time, receiving the message beside each other.

“Was the…” Alex took a breath. He looked over at Logan, then back at the road. “Was the plane okay?”

Finn would have been reading a book. During the summer, Leo had always brought cards for them to play. He’d sat in a window seat, alone and claustrophobic.

“It was short,” he said. The Rangers had insisted they fly him out, but it was barely a flight at all.

He knew his replies were short, too. A little twist of guilt made its way around his chest. He tried not to catch half-glimpses of Alex out of the corner of his eye. His red hair. His profile.

“It’s fine that Nat is here,” Logan said quietly. He reached up for his hat again. “It’ll be nice to see her.”

The city loomed up quickly. Logan was glad that Alex didn’t try to get him to talk too much. He just drove and occasionally pointed something out, though it sounded like he knew that Logan wasn’t really listening. Logan was wondering if he had any messages, and if he could actually stand to read them.

When they got to the apartment, Natalie had obviously been waiting for them. She was sitting forward on the couch when they entered, clicking her phone off and biting her lip. She wore a matching set of gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt that had a white outline of the Rangers logo on it.

“Hi, Lo,” she said, and Logan wished she didn’t sound so damn gentle about it. She was usually kind, of course, but louder.

He smiled tightly. “Hi, Nat.”

Logan pushed his suitcase out of the way and against the wall. He crossed his arms, then uncrossed them. He wondered what Leo and Finn were doing right then at that very moment. Washing dishes. Trying to watch a show. Waiting for him to reply.

“I was thinking we could, uh,” Alex rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at Natalie. A silent conversation, so quick it was barely there, crossed between them. “We could go out to dinner?”

Logan nodded vaguely as he looked around the room. It was nice. A plush leather couch, and large colorful art on the walls. A furry rug under foot. The kitchen was open and Logan looked at the bar stools. Finn and Leo might be sitting at theirs right now.

“Or we could stay in,” Alex said quickly.

“Whatever you want,” Logan said, though he couldn’t bare the thought of being surrounded by so many people right now. “I’m fine with whatever you want.”

The more he stood still, the more he realized there was an ache in his chest that was going to tear through his ribs. He wasn’t traveling anymore. He wasn’t waiting for Alex. He was going to have dinner, and then he was going to have to sleep. He was going to have to sit still for hours and sleep alone. The thought alone made his heart pound. He tried not to let his show, tried to keep the rise and fall of his chest even.

“Okay,” Alex nodded. “Well, let me show you your room. Finn said you’d want to take a shower so…yeah, man. What’s ours is yours, okay? Anything you need.”

Alex showed him to a small but cozy bedroom with a white, fluffy quilt on the bed and glossy dark hardwood floors that matched the rest of the apartment.

“Nat’s work?” Logan asked, trying to do something more than keep his eyes focused and actually appear thankful.

Alex cracked a smile, but he looked worried. “You know it.”

“I’m going to take a shower now.”

“Yeah,” Alex said. “Yeah, totally. We’ll order dinner.”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded quickly, suddenly desperately needing to be alone. Tears were clawing their way up to his eyes. “Be there soon.”

No sooner had Alex closed his door than did Logan press a hand over his mouth. Tears dripped down his cheeks. He took out his phone, saw two notifications, and dropped it onto the bed facedown.

“Non, non, non,” he whispered to himself, pressing his hands into his eyes. He had to keep it together. He was a professional athlete and this was part of the deal. Moving teams. Moving cities. Leaving friends and being far away from—

“Stop. Stop,” Logan whispered, wiping at his cheeks and tugging his shirt over his head.

The water pressure was hard and he was thankful for it. It pounded against the tense muscles of his back, warm and insistent and grounding. It roared against the tiles and he could cry, and then when he couldn’t cry anymore, he could take deep breaths.

He probably stayed in there too long, but if Alex and Natalie noticed his red eyes, they didn’t say anything. There was hot cartons of food on the table and they had a movie on. Natalie flipped part of the blanket back for him to join, and pressed up against him when he slid under. It wasn’t the same, but it felt good enough to have someone there. Part of him wondered if the boys would be angry he hadn’t texted, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at his phone. They were on the couch, too, probably, together, pressed up against each other like this—

Logan closed his eyes.

“Stop,” he breathed.

“What?” Natalie asked, and Logan blinked.

“Nothing,” he said softly, and smiled what he knew was an unconvincing smile.

He neck ached against his pillow as he tried desperately to sleep. Alex and Natalie had seemed hesitant to actually leave him alone. Alex seemed willing to stay up all night watching movies, if he wanted to. Logan had honestly almost wanted that, too. He hadn’t wanted to find out what would happen when he was finally alone, but he also had the constant feeling of needing to be alone, should he suddenly burst into tears. Now, though, he just wanted to forget. Just for a little while. His brain seemed to need it, his body, too. He could tell by the way the bed seemed to sway beneath him. If he tried hard enough he could pretend the quilt over him was Leo against his back, Finn against his front. But he was too exhausted to try.

The mattress dipped behind him, and maybe Logan had succeeded at being at least half asleep, restlessly almost asleep, because he flooded with elation.

He turned sharply, Leo’s name on his tongue.

“Logan?” Natalie’s voice whispered.

Natalie put her hand up, as if Logan thought she meant harm. She was wearing sleep shorts and a large t-shirt with The Strand Bookstore logo on it, her blond hair in a messy bun.

“Nat,” Logan breathed. The realization was almost worse than knowing. He fell from where he had propped himself up on a hand to his elbow.

She reached out and put a tentative hand on his hip. “Do you…I thought you might want some company?”

Logan just looked at her for a moment, framed by the city lights coming in through the window. At least New York City sounded like Gryffindor. The occasional sirens and shouts.

He could only nod hard once, and Natalie smiled a little, scooting under the covers and urging him back down onto his side again, his back towards her.

“What,” he began, but his voice was barely there. “What about Alex?”

Natalie ran a soothing hand up and down his back. “He knows he’s not super helpful right now, don’t worry about him. And…” she hesitated. “And I know I’m not the same, either, but…I know how hard it is. Missing them.”

Logan couldn’t help it. A low sob escaped and Natalie held him close, pressing along his back.

She was right. She wasn’t the same. Too small, too thin, but she was warm, a warmth that Logan was used to. He squeezed his eyes shut against the tears and put his hand over hers where it was over his chest.

“It’s okay if you didn’t text them goodnight,” she whispered into the dark. He could feel her nose brush against his shoulder blades. “They might not understand now, but it is. It’s okay.”

“I can’t even—I can’t even look.”

“I know,” Natalie said. “I…Alex texted them to say that you’re here and you’re safe. Okay? So you don’t have to feel guilty about anything. They know how much you love them.”

“I told Finn,” Logan said, trying to slow his breathing around a clogged nose. “I told him I wouldn’t be able to talk.”

~

Logan looked up when a weight settled on the far side of the bed.

Finn didn’t say anything as he lay down beside him, just pressed up along Logan’s back, pressing a kiss to the top notch of his spine before Logan turned into his chest, needing to see him. He didn’t even want to blink.

Finn’s eyes were red. Logan had come into their bedroom to use the bathroom, to splash water on his face. He hadn’t meant to lie down, but one of Finn’s t-shirts had been tossed near the pillows, and he’d sat to bring it up to his nose. He turned his head into Finn’s chest now. The feeling—one that he would miss—brought a new pounding to his headache, and he inhaled slowly, savoring.

Finn’s hands ran down his back, over his butt and thighs, pulling him closer. He kissed Logan’s cheek, then his temple and forehead and jaw.

“Hey,” Finn said, voice scratchy. “Pour toi.”

“For me?” Logan asked, and opened his eyes. His heart twisted all up.

Finn was holding out the old picture of them, the one from Harvard that Logan had been looking for. The one Finn had been keeping in his wallet after all this time.

Logan reached out tentatively, tracing a thumb over the place where the Finn in the picture’s hand pressed against his chest. Logan had loved that moment so much, feeling close to him like that, so casually. He could still remember the thrill, the never wanting it to end.

Now, Finn pressed a kiss to Logan’s hair and Logan looked up at him. Finn’s eyes flitted over his face, and then he kissed Logan’s forehead, then his lips.

“I’ll like knowing that you have it,” he whispered, barely pulling away. Logan couldn’t reply, just watched as Finn reached over and placed it beside his phone. “So you don’t forget it.”

As if Logan ever could. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, and Finn followed until they were facing each other, ankles tangled and crossed. Finn tried for a smile, but he must have known it fell short because he covered it by bringing Logan’s hands up to his mouth and kissing each knuckle. Logan just watched him through the entire process, the bow of his lips and the freckles on his nose.

“Don’t worry about anything,” Finn said, voice wavering. He squeezed Logan’s hands. “Leo told me what you said. Nothing here’s changed except…” his eyes brimmed again. “You know. But nothing else. Of course you get to keep us, baby.” He laughed and it crumbled back into tears. Finn ducked his head and raised a shoulder to wipe at his own cheek. “I’ve wanted to be had by you for forever, so. Just don’t worry.”

Logan, wordlessly, took his fleur-de-lis from around his neck.

Finn inhaled sharply. “Lo.”

Logan just slipped it over Finn’s head until it settled neatly over his chest and Logan could keep his hands by Finn’s temples, carding through the soft, fluffed out hair there. He brushed one back farther, touching that tender spot at the base of his skull again. He didn’t know how the trade had gotten all tangled up in his mind with Finn’s concussions, but he winced each time he thought about the trade because his mind supplied images of a dark, helpless room. So he liked having the necklace chain resting there at the back of Finn’s pale neck.

“I can’t,” Finn breathed, but he was clutching the pendant like he’d never let it go.

Logan just held onto him, fingers maybe gripping tighter than would be comfortable. He made himself keep his eyes on Finn’s brown ones, and tried to rid himself of the tremble in his lip and voice.

“I’m going to not be able to talk to you,” he said. “Not for a while. But it’s not like last time.”

Finn closed his eyes, then forced them open again, though his vision was blurred.

“It’s not because I’m trying not to need you. It’s not because I’m letting one of us leave,” Logan said. “It’s because…”

He had to clench his jaw hard against the tears, but Finn just nodded, hands coming to loop around Logan’s wrists.

“I know,” he whispered.

Logan felt like he was trying to talk through sand in his throat, through a windstorm snatching his voice away. “It’s because I love—”

Finn’s grip tightened, and then he reached forward, tilting Logan’s chin towards his own. “I know.”

Logan let their foreheads come together. “I’m not worried, I’m just—I’m so…”

Finn, for once, didn’t try to finish his sentence. He just leaned in and kissed him.

~

“How’s Bambi these days, Tremz?”

The Rangers’ home locker room, Logan had to admit, was nice. It rivaled Gryffindor’s. The blue, though, felt strange. Too bright. Logan missed the muted red he was used to.

Logan looked over at Percy Marshall, unsurprised to see that he looked exactly as he always had, even from all the way back at Harvard. Sandy-brown curly hair, hazel eyes, Star of David resting against his bare chest as they got dressed for practice. Logan took a breath and strapped his pads around his forearms. He had so many memories with Percy—but all of those memories included Finn.

“He’s good,” Logan said simply.

“Can’t believe you guys actually made it this far together,” Percy laughed, shaking his head. Logan all but felt Alex, sat to his right, glance at him.

Living with Alex was good. It was good to have voices around him. Natalie hadn’t made her offer again, and Logan was glad of that, too. Most nights, he just wanted to be by himself. In the dark, his phone screen was too bright as he stared at the goodnight texts he received, filled with I love you’s and little pictures of home that made everything hurt. They thought they were helping him, giving him glimpses of what he missed. Something simmering on the stove, a highlighted passage of a book Finn was reading, a Gryffindor sunset out their bedroom window.

Each night, he put the phone down without replying. it was okay, he told himself. He’d warned them, he told them he wouldn’t be able to. They weren’t mad, they couldn’t be mad at him.

“I mean, seriously,” Percy was saying. “I actually though you guys might be together forever.”

Logan risked a shaky smiled back, voice soft. “Ouais, me too.”

Percy looked at him funny. No doubt, he was remembering a louder Logan. Logan wished he could be that for him right now, but he felt as though he barely had the energy for practice. He wasn’t sleeping. Or, if he was, he didn’t remember it.

“This is Deveaux,” Percy said, moving on easily. That was Percy’s gift. He could talk to anyone, bring out the best in anyone. He reminded Logan of Leo, the sunny smile and the kind heart.

Percy nodded now to a boy with dark blond hair, buzzed short, and a severe expression. “He only thinks he’s a big meanie. Don’t you, Deveaux?”

Luke Deveaux looked up. He was a forward, a big hitter, Logan remembered, and not always clean about it.

Logan cleared his throat, eyes down. “I have played against the Rangers before, Perc.”

“I’m just giving you the nicknames!” Percy said defensively. “We call Deveaux “Tweedle”—don’t ask why. And that’s Saint.”

Logan nodded to Sebastian Montague, the Rangers’ starting goaltender. “Le saint?”

Percy snorted. “Le s-ehn, he says. Jesus, Tremz, I missed the fuck out of you.”

“Please,” Saint motioned to himself, all light brown skin and lean muscle. “I’m practically the Renaissance.”

Luke, to Logan’s surprise, snorted and Saint sent him a sharp grin. Logan wanted to laugh. He wanted to joke back. Instead, he turned back to Percy.

“Where’s Will?”

“Oh, he’ll be along,” Percy said, tugging his jersey over his head. “He’s got some PR stuff today. Pretty sure you’re next. Good luck.”

Logan had to close his eyes at that. He couldn’t even imagine being on camera right now.

“Hey,” Alex said, dragging out the sound. “I thought it was my turn. What, I’m not fresh meat anymore? What’s it been, a couple months?”

“Fresh meat?” Percy said. “Hazard, old man, I’m pretty sure you’re leftovers, eh?”

Alex laughed and lashed out at Percy with twisted up t-shirt.

~

“Lo…c’mon, are you sure you don’t want us to take you to the airport?”

Leo’s eyes were almost pleading, but Logan shook his head.

“If you’re in the airport with me, I’ll never go.”

Leo nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. Finn had his hands deep in the pockets of his sweatshirt. Logan couldn’t decide if he was happy without any contact or if he wanted to be crushed between them until the last minute. Finn looked dazed, not quite looking at Logan. Not quite looking anywhere.

Logan gazed past him, at their living room. It looked like it always looked. Pillows on the couch plumped by Leo. Fleece blanket over the back. Books overflowing from the shelves, stacked along the walls on either side. The pans were still on the stove and Logan’s half-touched plate of eggs and toast was on the counter. He’d wanted to eat, he really had, but his stomach was in knots. Leo had told him not to worry about it, and pressed a bagged BLT into his hands.

Logan looked up at Leo now and tried to decide what to do.

Two more weeks. Two more weeks and he would have been home for Leo’s birthday.

“I’m going to miss your birthday,” Logan whispered, realizing.

Leo pressed his lips together, blinked rapidly, and shrugged a shoulder. “You never know. The schedules might line up. I’ll look it up.”

Logan wanted to kiss him hard, make him not be able to forget what it felt like, but maybe tenderly, too. He wanted to crush them together, but it felt like it would burn too much if they touched.

Leo didn’t let him hesitate. He just drew him in, one hand on the small of his back, the other on his cheek, and kissed him slowly, and in short draws that made Logan chase him for more. Finally, he kept them settled together, thumb stroking down Logan’s cheek. Logan stroked his palms down Leo’s chest, then up to his neck, their foreheads together. A warmth thrummed under his skin, tears and fear and sadness—and Leo, burning into his skin and washing away all the rest.

“Okay,” Leo breathed and let out a slow breath before releasing Logan. “Okay. See you soon.” 

Logan was still gazing up at him, his palms sliding back to his sides, when Finn’s hand cupped the back of Logan’s neck. Logan’s eyes slipped closed at the pressure, the sheer presence of Finn for a moment, before meeting his brown eyes. Finn’s mouth was pulled into a slight frown, his jaw set against the emotion that he couldn’t keep out of his eyes. He just held Logan there, steady, and looked at him almost greedily. Logan never wanted to move again.

He kissed Logan hard and Logan pressed just as urgently back. Finn made a soft sound in his throat, and Logan couldn’t handle that, not now—

“Please call,” Finn whispered before Logan sank into his bruising kiss again. “Please.”

Logan let go of him, yanked his suitcase to his side and the door open in one motion and tore himself into the hallway, walking fast. If he so much as slowed down, he was going to turn around. If he heard Finn crying on the phone again, he was going to drive the four hours back to Gryffindor, hockey be damned. If he so much as breathed too deeply, he was going to turn around. He almost did, at the elevator. He remembered these doors opening the first time he’d ever come to the apartment when it had only been Finn’s. He’d almost turned around that time, too.

There was a hand around his wrist suddenly, turning him around for him. Logan closed his eyes, face breaking.

“Non,” his breathing hitched. “Don’t—”

But Leo was already crushing him against his chest. Logan had a flash of surprise. He’d thought for sure it was Finn. Logan’s arms wrapped around him instantly. He was half relieved to be in Leo’s arms again, and half panicked. Leo was perhaps the hardest to leave behind. Logan had never had to before.

“I know,” Leo was murmuring over again. He was stooped far down, head buried in Logan’s neck. He was crying, barely able to speak with the work it took to keep it quiet. “I know, I just needed…”

Logan cupped the back of his head and turned his face into Leo’s neck, too, pressing a hard kiss to his cheek.

“Mon soleil, it’s okay,” Logan whispered and Leo let out a sob. “It’s okay, it’s okay…Je t’aime, Leo, mon soleil…”

Leo clutched him tighter. “I’m sorry—I’m making this so hard—”

“Non,” Logan shook his head, eyes closing at the feeling of Leo’s lips against his neck, mixing with the tears falling there. “Non, I need you. I need this. And you knew that, of course you did. Leo…”

Over Leo’s shoulder, Finn was standing a little ways down the hall. He didn’t look like he could come any closer, cheeks wet and red. He was rubbing the back of his neck, body half turned away. The elevator dinged.

“Okay,” Leo’s breathing stuttered as he pulled away like it hurt. He wiped his cheeks and squeezed Logan’s hands. “Okay.”

As the doors of the elevator closed, Logan watched Leo try to smile as he raised a hand to wave.

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[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

HE MOVED IN - SW Coops fluff

So I’ve been surprisingly motivated today, so I wrote a quick little drabble about how the team found out Remus moved in, hope you enjoy! As always, credit to the amazing @lumosinlove for the characters and universe that I can’t believe isn’t actually real because my heart is so attached to these cute hockey boys.

“Kickoff is in 4 minutes, hurry up Cap!” Finn yells from his place on the floor in front of the TV. The team was over at Sirius’ house to watch the early afternoon football game, the Texans at Green Bay.

“If you don’t get your ass down here, I’m taking over the couch!” Dumo playfully threatens.

“I’m here I’m here, jeez.” An exasperated Sirius says, traipsing down the last few stairs. He makes himself comfortable leaning against the armrest and lounging, feet up on the couch, taking up all but the small space where Dumo sat like a normal person at the other end of the couch.

“Jeez? Your starting to sound like Loops.” James laughs.

“Where is the boyfriend? His Green Bay Packers are playing.” Talker adds.

“Yeah” Dumo teases, nudging his feet, “Didn’t you invite your Remus to watch the game?”

“I did. He wasn’t feeling well so he slept in is all.” Sirius says nonchalantly.

“Poor kid. So, who do you think is gonna win today?” Dumo inquiries.

“Honestly,” Sirius starts as there is a rustling heard from upstairs, “Aaron Rodgers has been on a hot streak lately and-“

“Baby?” Remus’ groggy voice comes from the bottom of the stairs. The team all turn their heads, eyes wide, James shooting Sirius a disbelieving look of surprise.

“In here sleepy head!” Sirius calls from his spot on the couch, and turning back to the team he continues, “And I think that the Packers have a good shot at… Hey, feeling any better, Re?” He quickly sets his attention on the sleepy man before him.

Remus shakes his head and whines as he collapses on top of Sirius’ chest, snuggling his head in below his chin and tucking his arms beneath himself, oblivious to anyone else in the room, “‘m cold. You left me.” He pouts.

“Never.” Sirius replies, wrapping his arms around the man. “Comfy?” He asks, but his boyfriend is already asleep in his arms. With a dopey smile, Sirius places a soft kiss into sandy curls. He turns his attention back to everyone else, who are all still staring wide-eyed at the sight before them, “They have a good shot with the Texans wide receiver, Cooks was it, coming back from an injury and… Why the hell are you all staring at me like that?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” James starts in, mock offended, “Could have to do with the sleeping man on your chest who presumably just came down from YOUR BEDROOM.”

Sirius blushes, but before he can retort, “Did he sleep here?” Kasey starts in, all but yelling. “SHIT, DID HE MOVE IN?! Did you not tell us?! When did this happen?!”

“Shh. Tais-toi, ne réveille pas mon loup!” Sirius whisper yells, still blushing and placing another soft kiss to Remus’ head and tracing soft shapes into his back with light fingertips.

“Mon loup, eh?” Dumo teases from the other end of the couch, eliciting a few laughs from some of the French speaking teammates.

“Shut up and watch the game, kickoff is starting.” Sirius is blushing furiously now, his cheeks and ears beat red, burying his nose into his boyfriend’s untamed curls.

The team smirks but turn their attention back to the TV. Finn leans back into Logan to ask, “What is ‘moan loop’?”

“Oh je parie qu'il gémit ‘Loops’.” Leo mutters, and Logan bursts out laughing.

“You’re terrible.” Logan mumbles to Leo, “And you’re terrible at French.” He places a kiss on Finn’s cheek.

“Wait, now what did Peanut say?” questions a curious Finn.

“We’ll explain later, pay attention to the game, Fish.” Logan smiles.

Kasey glances back at the boys cuddled on the couch, “He’s so precious when he’s sleepy, just look at him.” He coos as half the team takes a look back and murmur their agreements.

Sirius’ blush reforms across his cheeks and he tightens his grip around the sleeping man in his arms, “My Remus.”

***

French translations (I used google translate so I hope they were accurate lol):

Sirius: Be quiet, don’t wake my wolf!

Leo: Oh I bet he moans ‘Loops’.

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[spookypotato]

Happy Birthday, Logan!🥳

Yes, this is a fictional character. Yes, I am celebrating his birthday.

I wrote a little thing for his birthday for everyone who wants to read it!

Characters and birthday boy by @lumosinlove! 🎁🏒⚜

tw: food

Logan's Birthday

Finn. Leo.

Leo and Finn.

Finn and Leo.

"Where-", was all Logan's mind voiced out as he woke up. Moving his arms and legs around the bed, he could feel- nothing. He was alone. Where were Leo and Finn? They had slept here, Logan remembered them cuddling before falling asleep, but where were they now?

He looked to both sides, finally being awake enough to open his eyes properly, and saw Finns glasses missing. Whatever they were doing, it couldnt be that bad if Finn wore those.

After a few minutes of contemplating to get up and actually sitting up a couple of times before sleepily falling down onto the bed again, he heard whispers coming closer to the door.

He could clearly hear Finn's "Oh, be careful with that!" and Leo's "Relax, sweetheart, I got it."

Logan always loved whenever Leo used that term of endearment. It just made him feel warm inside. Like the heat from Leo's hometown went straight through those words into his heart.

Slowly the door was held open by Finn O'Hara. In only his boxers. Wearing his glasses. Holding it open for Leo Knut. Face a bit flushed by the heat, maybe from the stove. Concentrating on the tray he held in both hands. Baby blue eyes meeting Logan's as soon as Leo allowed himself to look away from the tray.

"Good morning, baby!", Finn said cheerfully, moving a chair to their bed and motioning Leo to put the tray on it.

"Good morning, sweetheart.", he got from Leo after he had carefully placed what had been in his hands onto the provided chair and then sitting down next to their boyfriend with Finn on the opposite side.

Logan's eyes were fixed on the food for a second, but then he looked at his boyfriends with a smile. He recieved a kiss on each cheek from them in return.

"Happy birthday, Lo.", Leo told him a he moved a hand in the general direction of their freshly prepared food and kissing him again. "Happy birthday!", came from Finn's side and he hugged him so hard, they fell onto Leo.

Logan started laughing, how had he forgotten? Of course today was his birthday. They sat up again. And his boyfriends had made him breakfast in bed. He might dissolve into a puddle at any point.

"We made-" Finn started enthusiastically, but stopped as his boyfriend gave him a sceptic look. "Alright, Peanut made you a soft boiled egg- for the soft sides of you only we get to see-, some french toast-for your incredibly adorable accent- drizzled with honey- because you are the sweetest- and I made you a hot chocolate- because you are tan and it's cold in canada and it's the only thing I know and it tastes good and well, you're hot.", Finn finished his ramblings with a broad smile, turning to Logan to see his reaction.

Logan just started giggling. Which got a confused expression on both his boyfriends faces. Once he saw them he answered, "Its just- It's really sweet of you two. And to think of all those relations. That was really cute. Thank you."

He saw his boyfriends sharing a look and before he could react he was tackled to the bed getting a hug from both sides, freckled and long limbs wrapping around him tightly, trying to show all their appreciation through only that hug. Logan kissed their heads, but they didn't let go.

"Guys?", he tried, but their grip on him stayed the same.

"Leo? Finn?", he only got two hmm' s in response and gave up.

He wasn't complaining, god no. Being cuddled by his boyfriends, on his birthday after they made him breakfast in bed in the cutest way possible. He could smell Leo's delicious french toast. His stomach voiced out his thoughts of how good that really smelled and how hungry he suddenly realised he was.

But even if he would be starving right now, he wouldn't change the situation. He had all the time in the world. The food might go cold, yes, but five more minutes would be fine. Five more minutes with the people he loved the most in the world wrapped around him. Snuggling into both his sides and sighing happily at the warmth. They could wait. There was no hurry. They had all the time they needed.

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