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Taking in an Orphan (on ao3): The Rebels find and take in a four-year-old Ezra. Chaos and adventure ensue.

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O'Knutzy Week Day 6: A Cluster of Kittens

Happy O’Knutzy Week 2026 Day 6 (again)! As always, thank you to @lumosinlove for writing these stories and triggering my current hyperfixation! And thank you to @oknutzy-week-2026 for making all of this possible! 

A Cluster of Kittens: Stray Pets

For context: This takes place after Finn has retired (he’s a teacher).

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

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Leo felt Finn take his hand, pull it to his mouth, soft lips brushing over it. 

“You look so lovely in the dusk, sunshine.” Leo smiled and Finn turned to his other side, swinging his hands in the process. “And you, Lo. Made for the sunset.” 

“Flirty tonight, rouge,” Logan said, bumping Finn, causing him to bump into Leo. 

They were walking home for once. It was a nice night, and it was a short walk from the bar back to their apartment. 

“When is he not?” Leo asked, earning a kiss to the neck. 

The conversation turned to hockey soon after, with Logan and Finn debating how the game could have gone even better. Even though Finn had retired the year before, he came to every home game and some away, when his teaching breaks allowed. 

“No, Lo. I don’t think that it was possible to pass then…” And Leo sighed. 

“No more, please!” They both looked at him with knowing looks, used to this conversation by now. “I just want a quiet night. No more hockey talk. Please.” 

Finn gave him a mischievous look, eyes glinting in the streetlight. 

“Oh, you want a quiet night, huh?” 

“Well, it doesn’t have to be that…” But a sound cut him off. At first, he didn’t know what he was hearing. Some sort of cry. Coming from the alley. 

He stopped abruptly. 

Was that a baby crying?

“Peanut?” 

“Buerre?” 

But Leo shushed them as he crept closer to the alley, and he heard the rustle of his boys following close behind. 

“Um, mon cœur, I don’t think it’s the safest…” 

“Do you hear that, Lo?” He paused once again. The crying sound was now coming from his left. It sounded too faint and high pitched to be a baby. And now the sound was joined by multiple other cries. 

Leo fumbled in his pocket, but Finn was one step ahead, holding out his phone flashlight. 

“Oh.” 

In front of them sat a thin-looking adult cat. And she wasn’t alone. Six kittens surrounded her, all crawling over each other and mewling up at them. 

“Oh, hello.” Leo leaned down, and one of the cats, a light tan one, crawled immediately to the hand he had put out. He immediately picked it up, cradling it to his stomach. It snuggled up to him, Leo assumed he was probably warm, as it started purring. 

And now he found himself sniffling. Because they all looked so small. And they had nowhere to go. And the mama cat was all alone. And it was just gonna get colder. And…

“Oh, peanut, it’s alright.” Finn said, leaning next to him. Logan followed. 

He felt arms come around him and he leaned into Logan’s grip. 

“W…we can’t just leave them here. Th…they need help.” 

“Of course we’re not going to just leave them!” Finn said, as if the idea were ridiculous. And it was. None of them would just leave them here. “We’ll take them to a shelter.” 

Leo felt himself sniffing again. All the shelters would be closed for the night. And then they’d be separated from their family.

“C’est bon, soleil. We’re gonna take care of them now.” 

Logan stood up, and he and Finn glanced around, their eyes settling on a box near the recycling. 

“Here,” Finn said, setting the box down. “We’ll put them in this. Get them home and warm, and in the morning, we can take ‘em to the shelter.” 

Leo agreed, and not five minutes later, they were walking through the street, now with six cats in a box that Finn had insisted he would carry (“you two already worked hard tonight. My turn.”) 

“Not sure Rory’s gonna love to have cats around. It’s probably best if we keep ‘em somewhere contained for the time being,” Leo said, trying to sort out the logistics. He still had one of the cats in his arms. The little tan one that had curled there and not wanted to leave. 

“Of course, I can go in first and distract him while you two set them up somewhere,” Finn said. 

When they got home, Finn did just that, keeping their over-excited dog out of the front hall as Leo and Logan went straight through to the guest bedroom. 

The kittens mewled, unsure of where they were or what was going on. Leo slowly set the fast asleep tan kitten in with the rest, quickly running downstairs for a paper bowl for water and rustling through their closet, finding a can of tuna that would do. Back in the room, Logan was sitting by the box, having set a few old towels around in case they wanted to use them. 

Unsure about how she’d like it, Leo tentatively let the mama cat smell him before reaching for her, taking her out of the box. She was luckily obliging, especially after he opened the can of tuna, letting him set her down on an old towel and give her the water and food. The kittens mewled some more, but were too little to climb out of the box. 

“You’re okay, babies. Your mama’ll be right back,” Leo said, reaching into the box to pet at their little heads. The tan one came up, sniffing his hand, and nuzzled into it, purring. The two black ones sat next to each other in one corner, clearly frightened, while the black tuxedo, gray tuxedo, and fluffy orange ones all walked around, still mewling. Logan took his phone out, snapping a few pictures of them. 

“What are we going to do with you guys?” He asked no one in particular. 

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Twenty minutes later, after the mama had finished eating and the kittens had settled in next to her, now on an old blanket set inside the box, the boys decided to head to bed. 

“We’ll take ‘em to the vet tomorrow to make sure they're all healthy. Then we’ll decide what to do from there.” 

They would decide if they were going to take them to a shelter or not. Leo still didn’t like the idea of the cats being separated. But, he knew realistically that no one was going to take in seven cats. 

“Hey, Le, baby. No need to look so worried, we’ve got this,” Finn said, kissing the side of his head, his boys now leading him to bed. 

An hour later, after his boys had gone to sleep,  he was still awake/ Which wasn’t unusual. But he could swear he heard mewling. But maybe it was all in his head. He turned over, closing his eyes to try to drift off. 

But ten minutes later, he sighed, not wanting to wake his boys with his tossing and turning. He would just get up, get water, maybe check on the cats, and then try to sleep once more. 

But the sight of the cats, all tired and sleeping peacefully, except one, made his heart melt. It was the tan one that had nuzzled his hand. It was wandering around, clearly wanting to explore the small box. Maybe it had insomnia, too. At that thought, Leo quickly plucked it up in his hands, holding it to his chest. 

“Can’t sleep, little one?” He asked in a hushed whisper, sitting down, back against the side of the guest bed. “Me neither. It’s okay, we can stay awake together.” The cat just sat on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck, purring. Leo closed his eyes, relaxed by the soft purr coming from the kitten. 

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“Baby baby, wake on up!” Finn’s voice drifted into his ear and Leo opened his eyes, moving, and groaning as his back creaked. 

“Oh yeah, soleil, your back’s gonna hurt,” Logan said, wincing with him as he rubbed circles on it. 

“Did I…” Leo yawned. “Oh. I fell asleep.” 

“Ouais.” 

Logan smiled at them as they pulled him to his feet. Then he panicked. 

“The kitten!” What if it fell when he had gotten up. Where had it gone?” 

But Finn pointed behind him at the guest bed where the tiny kitten was curled up. It must have climbed his body and gone on the bed. Thank goodness it hadn’t fallen down. 

Leo gently took the cat, setting it back in with its siblings, all now mewling at their mama, hungry and wanting milk. 

“Sorry we had to get you up so early on a day off, soleil. But, it’s vet time. Reg said if we come in before seven, he can have a look at them.” The advantages of having a friend who was training to be a vet. 

“Alright.” 

A twenty minute drive later, they were being ushered into a room by Regulus, who looked at the cats, face softening slightly. Leo, who had learned much about him since they had become friends a few years ago, knew that he had a soft spot for animals, especially baby animals. 

“Wow, a whole cluster!” Reg said, taking each cat out one at a time, examining them. The kittens wriggled and squirmed, the mama cat perfectly calm. “Well, it seems like you’re lucky. All the little ones are healthy, and mama cat is, too. Makes me think that the previous owners might have dumped them, and quite recently.” 

Leo stared in horror at the implication that anyone would just dump tiny kittens that they didn’t want. 

“Do you know yet what you’re going to do with them? I know a good shelter.” But Finn shook his head. 

“No, we’re going to reach out to the team, see if anyone’ll take ‘em first.” They had discussed on the way here, deciding that was the best course of action. “Until then, we’ll keep them with us. Can they be adopted at this age?” 

“Theoretically, yes. I’d put their age at about eight weeks old. They should be transitioning to solid food. But once you’ve weaned them, they can be separated from the mother.” 

Then Regulus told them the process of encouraging weaning before sending them on their way, requesting that they text if they need any help. 

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For the next week, they worked on weaning the kittens, and worked on getting their families and friends to adopt them. Logan had insisted that they not mentioned anything about the cats to Pascal, and had requested the team not to let Pascal catch wind of it, clearly planning something. They received many varied responses.

In the week they had had the cats, Finn and Logan had already begun calling the two black cats Sirius Jr. and Regulus Jr., trying to get Sirius to take in the stray pets. Sirius seemed to be interested, but Remus had reminded them that “It’s not a good time to ask. We can’t take one right now. Not with the baby on the way.” Which was completely understandable. He told them he’d ask the rest of the Lupin family, though. They had an older cat, and he told them there was a high probability that they’d say yes.  

The Potter family had a similar explanation of not needing anymore chaos in the house at the moment. With three young kids, they completely understood. 

Coach Weasley, who clearly didn’t ascribe to the same sentiment after seven kids of his own, told them that he would be interested in taking one of them. After all, as he had told them, “what’s one more animal in this house?” His two youngest, Ron and Ginny, really wanted a kitten, and he told them he was also hoping to teach his twins some responsibility. 

Logan, after a day spent with Celeste and Katie, told them not to offer the orange one to anyone else, as he had plans for it. 

Kuny had agreed to take the mama cat, saying she would go nicely with the other calm cat he had at home. 

And by then, they had run out of people on the team to ask. With three of the seven cats accounted for, they turned to their families. Finn told them that he couldn’t ask Alex and family, because Alex was allergic, which had started a conversation about the fact that Finn had also begun developing allergy symptoms to the cats. Itchy red eyes, a stuffy nose, lots of sneezing. Logan had insisted that Finn stop touching the kittens, but Finn had refused, stating that it “wasn’t that bad,” and “they’re too cute to resist!” 

“Well, we’ve got four of the cats accounted for,” Logan said after another sneezing fit from Finn. 

“Four?” Leo asked, petting the tan cat that was once again in his lap, sure that he had counted correctly. He plucked the kitten up, setting her against his neck, where she nuzzled in, purring. “Only three. Kuny, Arthur, secret Dumais cat.” 

Leo finally looked up to see his boys both smiling at him. 

“What if we kept one?” Finn said.

“What?” Leo was taken aback. Especially coming from Finn, who wiped at his nose. “But you’re allergic!” 

Finn waved him away. 

“That one’s so attached to you. It’s only fair that she gets to stay,” Logan said. “Finn and I have discussed it. You agreed to get a dog with us. We want to get a cat for you.” 

It had been a debate when they first decided to get a pet. They had eventually decided on a dog, Finn having just retired and needed a new outlet. Rory was a rescue dog, and had been a good amount of work for them. But it had been the right time to get a dog with Finn’s more flexible schedule, and Leo had been happy about the decision. But he had also wanted a cat, so his boys had promised him that, eventually, they’d also get a cat, once things settled. 

Leo’s eyes filled with tears and he moved to kiss his boys, but the little cat got unsettled by his movement, so he sat back, petting her once more. At the silence coming from his boys, he looked up. 

“Being a dad looks really good on you,” Finn said, a mushy look in his eyes. “Love you in dad-mode.” 

“They’re cats, Fish,” Leo reminded, rolling his eyes and feeling himself blush. 

“Still.” 

“Best cat dad, then,” Logan piped up. “Seeing you being so…parental, buerre, it does things to me.” 

“Not you, too. I’ve told you before that we’re not ready for kids.” 

“Oui, je sais. But we can still enjoy you being a cat dad, non?” 

“You’re really okay with keeping her?” He looked into both their eyes, making sure they were sure before he let himself get excited. 

“Of course!” Logan said, coming over to give his cheek a kiss. 

“She was ours the moment she climbed into your arms and refused to leave, Le,” Finn said, coming up to his other side. 

Leo smiled, tears in his eyes once again. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He peppered kisses on their cheeks and his boys chuckled. 

“We’ll love her, too. Even if you’re clearly her favorite.” Finn said, then turned to sneeze. 

“And I’ve got a name suggestion, but I can’t take credit for it. You’ll have to thank Katie for this one.” 

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Eventually, discussions moved to what they wanted to do with the three remaining cats. Neither of Leo’s, Logan’s, or Finn’s family felt able to take in a cat at that time. 

“I…know I said we don’t want to split them up. I want them to be with family, but…” Leo reasoned with himself. He knew realistically that the cats weren’t going to be together anymore, but having them adopted by people that he thought of as family helped. 

“Let’s not give up quite yet. Remus still has to talk to his mom. And I’ve got one more person we can ask,” Finn said. “But maybe you should text him, because after all these years, I think he still likes you the best,” he told Leo. 

Two minutes later, he sent a text. 

Leo

Hey, we have three more cats to be adopted

are you interested in taking in “Sirius Jr.” and 

or “Regulus Jr.”?

He received a reply a few minutes later.

Regulus

I’ll consider it if you convince your boys to 

stop calling them that right now. 

Leo laughed, relaying the information to said boys. 

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It was a week later, the week they were finally sending the kittens to live with their new families, when Logan finally let them in on the plan with the Dumais cat. 

“So Celeste and I are surprising him for his birthday with an orange kitten that looks like one he had from his childhood. He still keeps a picture of him in his wallet.” 

At the party, they got to watch Logan and the Dumais kids, who had somehow successfully kept it a secret, present the cat to their dad, whose eyes had widened, filling with rare tears. An instant later, he was up and hugging Logan to him. 

“A good surprise, mon fils.” 

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Two days later, the Lupins had come to pick up their kitten, the little black tuxedo. 

A day later, Kuny and Arthur got theirs, followed by Regulus, who picked up the cats formerly known as Sirius Jr. and Regulus Jr. 

Which just left them with their new kitten, a perfect end to their little kitten adventure.

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One month later

Group Chat: Kitten Cluster

Leo

The boys request kitten pictures!

Kuny

Princess Leia, not so happy in costume. But brother Luke will save her. 

Arthur

Scabbers causing trouble, as usual. Very happy with himself. 

Hope

Socks, who was getting alone with her older brother for once.

Regulus

Nova and Astra, Sirius and Remus's two favorite nieces (maybe besides Socks).

Pascal

Simba, very proud of himself. 

Leo

Love all the pictures! Here’s Nala, our sweet girl!

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Thanks for reading!

I just had to add kitten pictures at the end! These were all just pulled off the internet, if you were wondering where they were from (all credit to...Google I guess). I love cats so much, hence my profile picture! I hope you enjoyed!

The idea of Regulus being a vet is completely based off of rxgulus's work over on ao3! Go check them out!

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O'Knutzy Week Day 6: Going Swimmingly

Happy O’Knutzy Week 2026 Day 6! As always, thank you to @lumosinlove for the amazing stories that totally ruined my sleep schedule when I first discovered them (and I loved every second of it)! And thank you to @oknutzy-week-2026 for making all of this possible! 

Going Swimmingly: Freckles, Hometown, Solstice

For context: This takes place after Finn and Leo have retired. Finn is a professor and Leo is a stay-at-home dad for their kids. Logan still plays hockey with the Lions! 

Featuring the three O’Knutzy kids: Margo, Oliver, and Emilie!

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

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“Sunscreen, lifejacket, yes you need to wear a lifejacket even though I know you can swim, and then make sure Papa has the diaper bag and remind Dad to grab the picnic lunch,” Leo said as Margo asked once again if they could “please go now.” 

Her face, which had freckled tenfold since the summer began, turned into a look of concentration as she repeated the list, running back inside. 

“No, Millie, yucky!” He said, as he glanced to the side, grabbing the one-year-old from where she sat next to her brother, pulling a stray bit of grass out of her mouth. “Ollie, did you grab your swim goggles?” 

“I don’t wanna swim, Daddy.” 

“You might change your mind once we’re out there.” 

“No, Daddy!” 

Oliver was a sweet kid, but when it came to something he didn’t want to do, like swimming, he stood firm and got stubborn and grumpy. Leo and Finn swore it was a habit he had picked up from Logan. Logan argued that he had not necessarily been a sweet kid, which had been confirmed by his sisters. 

Leo sighed, taking a breath to regain his patience, as he often did since becoming a father. It was taking longer to get three kids ready to go out on a boat than the actual time they’d be on said boat. 

“G’mornin’ my Lelo and my Ollie Bug and my Emmy Lou!” Leo sighed with relief as dirty blond hair came into view through the front door. 

Thank God. 

“What do you need from me?” Eloise Knut asked as she looked up from kissing the kids good morning, noticing the look on his face. 

“I…could you hold Millie? I need to check and see what’s taking the boys so long.” She opened her arms, more than happy to take her granddaughter onto her hip as Millie cooed. 

“Last I heard, Wyatt and Logan were looking for a missing lifejacket. I didn’t see Finn or Mags.” 

“Alright. Ollie, are your goggles in the swim bag?” 

Oliver shrugged, avoiding eye contact. His fear of swimming was worrying, especially since he had refused to learn and he was about to turn five years old. Then the boys was instead distracted by a heron flying overhead. 

“Grandmama, look!” 

Leo sighed once again, stepping into the house. Nearly running face first into Finn, leading Margo out of the house, bags slung on his shoulder. 

“Sorry, Daddy,” Margo said, giving him a hug around the middle, then side stepping him to go hug her grandma. 

“Yeah, sorry, nutter butter,” Finn said with a grin. Then his brows furrowed. “What’s wrong, you look stressed?” 

“I…this parenting thing is hard,” a phrase that they often used to mean I’m at the end of my rope here. 

“Oh, Le. How can I help?” Finn put the bags down, circling Leo into his arms. “What do you still need to do before we leave?” 

“You want a list?” Leo asked a bit sarcastically, but Finn nodded. 

“Actually, yes. I want to help and your brain’s so organized all the time. You always know what everyone needs. We’d be a total mess without you.” Leo blushed, rolling his eyes a bit at the praise. Although it was making him feel a little better. 

“Alright. I have to find Oliver’s goggles. I think they’re in the swim bag, but he also might have hidden them as an excuse not to swim. And then I think I forgot Millie’s baby sunscreen, and you know how her skin is.” 

“Soft and sensitive, like a baby, and just like our Logan,” Finn supplied. 

“Right. And I don’t know if my mama packed drinks in the truck. And then…” Leo looked down. There was one other thing. “Oh yeah, I need my own swim suit.” 

“Okay, I’ll look for the goggles and make sure we have drinks. You grab the baby sunscreen and your own swimsuit. And maybe get Lo and your dad down here if possible. Okay?” 

“Okay, thanks Fish.” Finn grabbed his face and placed a kiss on his forehead. “And tomorrow, your parents are bringing the kids to that festival, and we can have the day to ourselves to relax because we’re on vacation!” Leo smiled. He loved the kids. So much. But it would be nice to have his parents take them out so they could have a quiet morning in. Or, as Finn and Logan had insisted, maybe a not-so-quiet morning in. 

It had become a nearly yearly tradition for them to visit his family near the summer solstice. There were a bunch of festivals in New Orleans to celebrate the solstice, including a fair that his parents would be bringing the kids to tomorrow. But today, as much as he may be regretting it, he had promised them they could go out on the boat. 

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When they were finally, finally out the door, and about to board the boat, Logan gave him a kiss on the side of his head, running one hand along his face, gaining his attention. 

“Is your sunburn feeling okay? Your face is very red today.” Then he turned to the boy in his arms. “Did you steal all the sunscreen for yourself, Vivi?” 

Oliver laughed. 

“No, Papa. You’re silly!” 

Luckily he was in a better mood now. 

“Are we going to get you out in the water today, huh?” 

Oliver shook his head. Logan nodded. They wouldn’t ever force him to swim. But they could at least hope to get him in the water. 

Finn came up to them, bag in one arm and Millie in the other, now wearing her strawberry sunhat. 

“Aw, Margo’s old hat! Une autre petite fraise!” Logan gave her cheek a kiss. 

“Okay, all. Onto the boat!” Wyatt called out. As Margo ran ahead to be the first on, Oliver wiggled to get out of Logan’s arms to run after her. They had somehow wrestled him into his life jacket, and also convinced Margo to wear hers. Small victories. “Careful now, we don’t want anyone slipping. We don’t need you matching your Daddy in that way!” Wyatt called as he steadied the kids with a hand up into the boat. 

Although Wyatt hadn’t been around to see the incident that had led to Leo’s gray spot, his mama had mentioned it often enough, reminded each time they got on a boat. He had been about the same age as Oliver was now, but certainly much more excited about the swimming aspect, trying to jump off the side of the boat but slipping and knocking his head on the way down. Luckily, he had been wearing a life jacket and his mom had easily fished him out of the water, spluttering and crying. He had been taken straight to the hospital, reinforcing the importance of boat safety to all of the adults and his two cousins who had been there to see it happen. 

“C’est exact, fais attention,” Logan called, hurrying after the kids. Logan smiled, taking the baby from Finn’s arms, kissing her to a shriek of “Daddy!” as they made their way toward the boat. 

“We need to get some sunscreen on you, Mils. Just because you might just tan like your Papa, you still need to wear sunscreen.” Which reminded him. “Did Lo put some on?” He asked as Finn helped steady his arm as he climbed onto the boat. 

“No idea. I put some on Margo and Ollie in the car.” Finn helped him settle in a seat with Millie on his lap, babbling away. “Hey, Lo!” Finn called him over, asking if he had sunscreen on, and looking a bit guilty, Logan shook his head, taking the bag and fishing through it. He held out the baby sunscreen and then found some of the regular stuff. 

Finn knelt in front of him and began putting some on Millie’s face, and she sputtered and began whining. 

“Non!” She turned her face into Leo’s shoulder, crying out once again. “Non!” 

Leo adjusted her, but she kicked out her feet and flailed her arms, catching a particularly sunburned part of his face, making him hiss out. 

“Ici, soleil.” Logan gently plucked her up, then cooing and attacking her cheek with kisses, Finn was able to get some sunscreen around her arms and legs. Then Logan held her out and Finn quickly got her face before giving her a quick kiss on her cheek himself, standing back up straight and landing one on Logan’s jaw line. 

“Ah, sunscreen!” Finn said, wiping at his mouth. 

“You literally saw me put it on. Don’t know what you expected, rouge.” 

They all took a seat as Wyatt started up the boat. 

“Wait, did you put on sunscreen, Le?” Logan asked. 

That was a good question. He supposed in the rush to leave, he didn’t get a chance to. His face must have said it all, because then he was being attacked with cold sunscreen hands on his face. 

“No more Lobster Leo allowed!” 

“Papa, Dada, Daddy, when can we swim?” Margo asked, coming up to them and leaned onto his lap, Oliver beside her. 

“As soon as we get to a good stopping point. Probably a few more minutes, punkin.” 

“Will you swim wif us?” Oliver asked and Leo’s heart soared with hope. 

“Of course, bud. Are you going to try it?” 

Oliver nodded, tentatively. Leo’s heart soared with relief. 

“But you hafta hold on. I don’t wanna go under.” 

“Of course we will, Ols. You’ll be safe with us,” Finn said, grabbing the boy and pulling him into his lap. 

“Dada! You’re gross and sweaty! An’ it’s too hot!” Oliver’s curls were already sticking to his head in a way that Leo could guess his probably were, as well. Although he hadn’t lived in Louisiana for awhile, he was still used to the heat after spending 18 summers there. But Oliver was much like his Papa with respect to the extreme heat, Logan already looking miserably hot from his spot on a boat seat. 

“Okay, okay,” Finn let go. “Maybe this summer, we can sign you up for your big boy swim lessons, huh?” 

They had held off for another year last year, the pool offering parent and child lessons up to four-years old. And Oliver had been terrified of the water. It was an activity that Logan often did with the kids during his time off from hockey, and Emilie had been too little to start hers. But this year, they were hoping to get him in beginner independent lessons. This interest in swimming gave them hope. 

“An’ you hafta protect me from alligators! I don’t want them to chomp off my toes!”  

Leo glared slightly at Finn, this new fear of Oliver’s coming from one small comment from Finn that he needed to wear shoes in the yard so that the “alligators won’t chomp off your toes.” 

Finn didn’t meet his eye, looking a little guilty, but said, “I promise we’ll be right there. Your Daddy’s a professional alligator wrangler, not to mention your Grandmama!” 

“Really?” Margo asked, perking up, and glancing at Eloise, who was now steering the boat. 

Leo laughed.

“You can ask her.” This had the two running off to ask, and Eloise caught them up in a hug, and an excited look, having Wyatt take the wheel as she told them a story about an alligator. 

“We don’t want alligators chomping up your toes, hey Millie?” Finn said, now miming chompers with his hands, tickling her feet as she squirmed and squealed. 

“Dada! Dada!” 

Leo leaned back, watching the sun peak between the clouds. 

Ah, what a summer this was turning out to be. 

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Thanks for reading!

Just as a sidenote, I headcanon that Wyatt is actually Leo’s step-dad. Background on this: When I was originally reading SW/Vaincre and fanfics based off of them, I saw a lot about mama’s boy Leo and I thought that Eloise was a single mom. So when I found out Wyatt existed, I decided that (in my headcanon) Wyatt is Leo’s step-dad and has been since Leo was about 12 (Leo’s never met his bio-dad, and he calls Wyatt “Dad”). I also liked the idea of Eloise Knut being a single mom for years, raising a completely self-sufficient, loving, (and also adorable) mama’s boy.

I’m curious to hear any thoughts about this, as well!

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O'Knutzy Week Day 5: Cool Dads

Happy O’Knutzy Week 2026 Day 5 (again)! As always, thank you to @lumosinlove for these stories and my newfound desire to watch hockey! And thank you to @oknutzy-week-2026 for making all of this possible!

Cool Dads: Office, Constellation, Dads

For context: This takes place after Finn and Leo have retired from hockey. Finn is a professor and Leo is a stay-at-home dad for their kids. Logan still plays hockey with the Lions!

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

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“Dada, your job is so boring!” Margo piped up from where she was sitting on the chair in Finn’s office, pushing her feet on the desk so she could spin around. Not a great start to their afternoon. 

“Margo!” Leo’s reprimand was paired with a shake of his head. Margo looked up at him with innocent eyes. 

“But Daddy, Papa’s on TV! Papa works with the most famous hockey player ever!” 

“And who would that be?” Finn asked. 

“Uncle Sirius of course!” 

“Don’t ever let your Uncle Loops or Uncle Reg hear you say that.” Leo said with a laugh. 

“My job’s not boring! I get to teach about books!” Finn countered, knowing that it might not sound as fun as playing hockey, but it was still an enlightening career. 

She looked at him, considering. “I do like books.” 

“I know you do. And between you and me, your Papa’s job is a lot cooler. But you know who has the coolest job in the world?” 

She shook her head, eyes widening in anticipation. Finn’s eyes met Leo’s and he rolled his eyes, knowing what Finn was going to say just a second before he said it. Which was enough time for him to start blushing apparently. 

“Your Daddy! Because he gets to spend all day with the two of you!” 

“Daddy is the coolest! And the only one without gray hairs!” Margo adds, laughing as Finn scoffed. Standing and walking over to Leo, bringing his fingers through Leo’s gray spot. 

“And what do you call this?”

“That’s not old person gray hair. Not like this, Dada,” Margo stood on the chair, Leo’s arms coming around to steady her, as she pulled a rare gray strand of Finn’s hair in her fingers.

“Yes, okay, okay, I get it,” Finn said, and Margo was giggling. Leo couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. “Oh no, not you too!” He quickly pulled Leo in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Dada! Yucky!” Margo exclaimed as they broke apart. “Can we please please please go now?” 

The college was having a family night with booths and kids activities set up by the education majors who wanted to be elementary school teachers. Finn had mentioned a table for kids to pick out free books, as he had worked with his department on that.

“Lo here yet?” 

“No, I don’t think he’s left the rink yet. We could probably head down to the event and meet him there.”

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“I know all those constellations already,” Margo said proudly. At five years old, she already had the confidence of someone much older. “My Uncle Reg is part of the lion constellation right there. I love lions. And Uncle Sirius is right there. He says he’s a dog star. An’ Uncle Reg calls him a smelly wet dog! An’ also my cousin’s name means Star.” Then she called out, “Daddy! Look! Your name!” 

Through the crowds of people at Gryffindor University’s Kids Discovery Day, Leo had finally caught up to Margo who had went running through the crowds when she saw the astronomy booth. He bent down to see what she was looking at, sending the college student who was running the booth a smile. 

“What did you say, Punkin’?” 

“Your name, Daddy!” She was pointing at a chart of constellations, the word “Leo” was in bright red with an arrow toward the constellation of a lion. 

“Oh yeah. My name is also the name of a constellation. Actually, it’s the one that the Regulus star is in!” 

“Read please, Daddy?” She asked, shoving a piece of paper with multiple constellations on it. He read the short blurb about the Leo constellation to her. She grinned, jumping up and down. 

“Daddy, stickers!” Margo grabbed for the sticker sheets on the table. 

“I see them, hon. Can you ask nicely if you can grab some?” 

“Can I please, please, please have some star stickers? An’ some for my baby brother?” 

“Of course, take as many as you want. They glow in the dark!” The university student said, smiling down at her and handing over the stickers. “And you can take some for your brother, too.” 

“Thank you,” Leo said. Then he stood, glancing around for said baby brother. He found them a minute later, eyes catching the bouncing blond curls as Finn glanced around the crowd with Oliver high in his arms, bouncing the boy up and down as tears rolled down his face. 

Oh no. 

“Margs, lets go find Dada and Ollie. What do you say?” 

“Thank you!” She grabbed the stickers and sheet of paper, and took off in the crowd once more. 

“Margo!” He called, but she had already swerved between two people and was gone. At least she had gone in the direction of Finn. 

When Leo made it through the dense crowds to Finn, he leaned over to kiss Oliver on the cheek. 

“What’s wrong, bug?” 

Leo caught the boy as he lurched toward him from Finn’s arms. He buried his face in Leo’s shoulder, sniffling. It hurt him to see their sweet two-year-old so sad. He looked at Finn, eyebrow raised. 

Finn shrugged. 

“He got upset when I didn’t follow you through the crowd. He was saying something in French, but all I picked up was ‘Papa’ because…y’know.” Even after so many years, years spent teaching their kids French by talking almost exclusively in that language some days of the week, Finn was still hopeless with it beyond a few key phrases. “Maybe he’s coming down with something,” Finn said, feeling his forehead. The boy didn’t respond. But there hadn’t been any other indication of sickness all day, the boy had simply been grumpy. Leo had a sneaking suspicion that he was getting his molars, and teething was never a fun time with kids. 

“Well, you guys don’t have to stay. When Lo gets here…” But Finn shook his head. 

“No, we’re going to your concert.” Leo had been playing in the Gryffindor community band since Margo was two, when Finn and Logan had mentioned that he didn’t seem to be doing any activities that were just for him, emphasizing that he was always working to take care of the family. He had finally admitted to wanting to join a band, having played oboe all through high school. So they had encouraged him, and for years he had been playing. Tonight they had a kid-friendly concert that they had planned to bring Margo and Oliver to. 

“Lo and I can take turns walking him if necessary. He didn’t sleep well either, so he might just pass out to the sweet supple sounds of his Daddy playing oboe.” 

Leo could feel himself blush, but was saved from responding by a soft, “Où est Papa?”

Leo decided to respond in French. It was also possible the boy was overstimulated and needed the steadiness of the language. “He’s coming from practice and he’ll be here in just a few minutes.” Leo had to go warm up with the band in twenty minutes, and he hoped that Logan could ease his departure a bit for Oliver. The boy had developed a new strain of separation anxiety that made it hard for them to leave unless he was fully distracted. “Your sister got you some stickers.” Oliver shifted so he could look at Margo, who was showing Finn the collection of items she got from the table. 

“Oggie, I got you some glow in the dark stickers! B’cause you don’t like the dark!” 

“Merci,” he said in a soft voice, reaching for them and staring at the collection. 

“Let’s go now. I want to see more tables! Where are the free books, Dada?” 

Finn glanced around, then he pointed at a table with a light blue tablecloth across the room. 

Margo was about to set out before Leo called down to her, hand on her shoulder. 

“Hey, you need to please slow down in these crowds, Margo. We don’t need you bowlin’ people over.” But before the words had even left his mouth, she was running once more. 

Leo sighed. 

“Ah, good old O’Hara energy,” Finn said, taking Leo’s hand and leading them smoothly through the crowd toward the booth. He was able to keep sight of her through the crowd, as he was taller than most here. 

Leo could hear Margo’s excited voice as they walked up to her. 

“No, I’m not lost! My dads are right there!” 

“That’s your dad?” One of the college students asked, gesturing to Finn. 

“Yep. My Dada and my Daddy. And my baby brother, Oggie!” 

“Hi, Dr. O’Hara!” Another of the students said as they walked up. “Is this your family?” 

Finn nodded, beaming, making introductions. Apparently these were a few education majors who were taking his upper-level English teaching class. 

“And this is my husband, Leo, and my kids, Margo and Oliver,” Finn reached over and rustled Oliver’s hair, who, at seeing unfamiliar faces, hid in Leo’s shoulder once again, making a few of the students coo. 

“I didn’t know you had kids or a husband, professor,” one of the girls said. Sofie, Leo remembered. 

“Well, honestly, I don’t talk about them a whole lot in class because if I did, I’d go on and on and never get to my lesson!” Finn said, smiling at him. Leo blushed, but he could tell that Finn was telling an only slightly exaggerated truth. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dr. O’Hara’s husband!” Leo was used to people recognizing him in public. Any professional athlete, or former professional athlete, was. But he wasn’t used to people calling him that. He loved it.

“Nice to meet you,” Leo said in return, shifting Oliver around so he could shake hands with the girl. 

Finn chatted with his students a bit. After a few minutes, Margo had chosen a book and was darting between them, eying the other booths. In a moment, her eyes lit up and Leo knew she was about to bolt. 

Then tan arms came under her shoulders and she was being pulled up into the air with a flurry of giggles. 

“Papa!” She squealed. 

“I knew you were about to run off, ma fraise. It’s busy in here. You know your dads have gotten slow and we can’t chase after you. Good thing I caught you, huh?” Logan smiled, hiking the girl over his shoulder before turning to give Leo a peck on the cheek and pat Oliver’s head. The boy looked up and cried out, “Papa!” before lunging for him. Logan easily caught the boy in his other arm, talking to him in French as the boy smiled and nuzzled into Logan’s neck. Logan  unceremoniously deposited a wriggling Margo into Finn’s arms, turning to give him a peck, too. 

By now, Finn’s students looked really confused. Finn laughed at their wide eyes. 

“My other husband, Logan Tremblay,” Finn said by way of explanation. The students seemed to take this in stride, shaking hands once more. 

“Oh, I do hope he’s teaching you all the right stuff! You should really listen to him, he helped me not fail out of my own English class in college!” 

The students laughed. Then one piped up. 

“You’re the Logan Tremblay? The hockey player.” 

Logan nodded, obviously used to this. Over the past few years his popularity had grown significantly, especially in Gryffindor. Although Logan was quite a private person, he had had to get used to being recognized in public more and more. 

“Oui, I am. But did you know that these two also were?” 

“You played hockey, Dr. O’Hara?” One of them asked, looking as shocked as the rest of the girls. Finn laughed. 

“I swear, no one listens to my start of the year presentation. I did mention I’m a big Lions fan and that I played hockey growing up.” 

Leo had to admit that that was a huge understatement. 

“Also, if you ever look me up on anything other than RateMyProfessor, you’d know all about my hockey career!” Finn had once bragged about his RateMyProfessor score of 4.7 out of 5, complaining that the student who pulled his score down hadn’t even shown up to class. Leo had asked why he was checking the website in the first place, and he had mentioned that his students were all talking about it in class and he had to keep up with the “opinions of the youth.” 

They talked some more before Margo bolted once more with a shriek of “Uncle T!” This time, Leo turned to find that Margo was barreling straight into Thomas’s legs, the man laughing and rustling her hair, little Ellie smiling down at her from her dad’s arms, Charlie weaving around him, looking extremely excited to see her cousin. 

“Ah, you made it!” Logan said as he and Leo hurried after her, leaving Finn talking with one of his coworkers, Oliver now clinging to his neck. 

“Did you doubt me, Lo Lo Bear?” 

“Arrête, Talker!” Lo said, glancing around, as if anyone was listening to them in the overly crowded and loud area. “Only my sisters and my parents get to call me that!” 

“I am your sister now, man.” Logan shoved him lightly, leaning over to give Ellie a kiss on the cheek. 

“Whatever you say.” 

“I’m extra-prepared and ultra-excited to hear you on the oboe, Knutty!” Thomas said, setting Ellie down as she wriggled. “You want your Uncle Leo, don’t you?” And, sure enough, the girl immediately walked to Leo’s legs. He picked her up, kissing her on the cheek. 

“Bonjour, Ellie!” Leo turned back to Thomas. “Don’t get too excited, T.” 

“Oh, I am!” 

“Untle Knut?” Ellie asked. He turned to her once again, smiling at her bright green Tremblay eyes that matched her sister’s, mother’s, and uncle’s. 

“Oui, mon chou?” 

“I wanna pay music like you do when I grow up,” the three-year-old’s voice was smiling up at him, eyes bright. Then he heard a cry from behind and he recognized immediately, even through the noise of the crowd. That’s my kid. 

“Non, Daddy! Non, Ewie!” 

Oliver was toddling over to him, Finn following from behind. The two-year-old could be fast when he wanted to be. And also territorial. 

“Okay, okay. It’s fine, bug.” The next thing he knew, he was holding a kid in each arm, both refusing to leave, staring each other down. The cousins usually loved each other, both having similar sweet dispositions that they got along so well. But they were territorial of their parents, often angry when their cousin was getting attention from their mom or dads instead of them. It was an issue that they hoped the kids would grow out of, but hadn’t yet. 

“Um, where did Margo go? And did you just bring one today?” Finn asked after he clapped hands with Thomas in greeting. 

“That girl is going to be the death of me,” Leo muttered, glancing around until he spotted red and brown hair on the other side of the room. 

“Well, at least she’s enjoying this event,” Finn reasoned, as they made their way over. “Maybe she won’t think my job’s so boring after all.” 

“Aw, you really took that to heart, didn’t you, Finn?” Leo asked, smiling as he relayed the story to Thomas and Logan. 

“Your own daughter, huh?” Thomas asked. “I want you to know that my daughters think that my job is cool.” 

“Peut-être, but do they think your job’s cooler than my sister?” 

Thomas let out a barking laugh and then looked away, shaking his head. 

Once they made it to Margo, Logan leaning down to once again remind her that she needed to stay with them, Thomas making sure Charlie stopped running off as well. These two were often very well behaved by themselves, Margo a bit less so when she was excited, but when they got together, their energy fed off each other and they would get a bit crazy. 

“She’s going to love your concert so much,” Finn said. “You’re going to be the new cool dad.” 

“I was always the cool dad,” Leo said, although he wasn’t sure he believed it. “Speaking of the concert…” Leo glanced at the two kids in his arms still in a glaring match, gripping his shoulder tightly. “I’ve got to go get warmed up.” 

“Here,” Finn said, grabbing Ellie, who went with little resistance, happy to see her other uncle who she hadn’t seemed to notice was there.

“Dada, non!” Oliver said, now struggling to get out of Leo’s arms. Thomas offered to take him, and when he handed him over, the two kids started screeching. 

“Alright, I think it’s time to go,” Finn said, as he and Thomas quickly traded toddlers. “We got this, Le. You go.” 

“Time to go, Margo and Charlie!” Logan said, noticing the squabble and taking each of them by hand. “I think ice cream is in order before the concert.” 

And, as expected by this promise of ice cream, the kids calmed down and jumped around with excitement. Enough for Leo to sneak away, waving at Finn, who was purposely holding Oliver’s attention away from Leo’s quick departure. 

The concert was a great success! Leo stood proudly as the audience clapped after their final piece. He then noticed Margo and Charlie, each standing on a chair, each being held tightly by Finn and Thomas, clapping, calling for him and waving. It seemed that the other two kids were already asleep on Logan’s shoulders as Logan attempted to clap, but couldn’t quite reach around them, instead giving a soft whooping sound that Leo read from his lips. 

On the car ride home, Margo told them, sleepily that “Daddy definitely has the coolest job of you all,” before promptly falling asleep, unknowingly causing a whispered debate among them about who really did have the coolest job. 

And while they couldn’t decide, his boys reassured him that Leo’s stay-at-home, keeping their life together job was definitely the most important of them all. 

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I hope you enjoyed! I love a girl-dad Thomas!

If you enjoy Margo as much as I do, and want to read another story about her, here's my story featuring a baby Margo, check it out: Papa! (also on ao3)!

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O'Knutzy Week Day 5: Dumais Departure

Happy O’Knutzy Week 2026 Day 5! As always, thank you to @lumosinlove for these wonderful stories and for my 300 day duolingo streak because after meeting the Dumais’s and Logan, I just had to learn French! And thank you to @oknutzy-week-2026 for making all of this possible! 

Dumais Departure: Bound, Encouragement

Lo adjusting to moving out of the Dumais family household, featuring Katie Dumais and the rest of the gang!

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

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It had been a week since Logan officially moved out of the Dumais’s and into his boys’ apartment. And he was over again for dinner. For the fourth time that week. 

If he was completely honest with himself, he had spent more time at the Dumais house than he had at his boys’ apartment that week, even sleeping over a few of the nights after dinner. He had told himself (and Pascal) that he was still moving things out of the basement. But that wasn’t exactly true. Wednesday night, Leo and Finn had come to help move the rest of his things over after dinner with the family. 

And here he was again, two nights later, enjoying Celeste’s amazing pot roast. 

When Logan was in the car with Pascal after practice, Pascal had asked if he was okay. 

“I mean to say, are you certain that moving out is what you want to do?” 

He had glanced up from where he had been texting his boys about when he planned to be home. 

“Of course, why?” He expected a joking comment about how it was “as if he never left,” that he had heard plenty of from Celeste and Dumo the past few days. 

But instead, Pascal looked genuinely worried.  

“Well, it just…seems like you’re having a tough time leaving. We love your company, of course. We want you around. I just wanted to make sure you felt like this was the best decision. I want to make sure everything was okay over at the boys’ place.” 

“Oh. Yes. It’s wonderful. It’s…” Logan had trailed off, knowing he had a goofy grin on his face. Pascal gave him a look before turning back to the road. 

“No details necessary, mon fils.” Which had caused Logan to blush and stare pointedly out the window. A few minutes later, Pascal brought up another point. “If you’re feeling guilty about the kids…” 

Logan hadn’t been the only one who was seemingly having a tough time with this transition. Every time he came over, the kids clung to him. The younger two physically, while the older two just wanted to spend time with him. And he'd be lying to himself and Pascal if he said that wasn’t part of the reason. But really, he was just…clinging to the family that had taken him in as a rookie. His “Gryffindor family” as he referred to them with his parents and sisters, who often just called them his "other family." 

And every time he remembered that he would be going home to his boys, his heart soared. But part of it dropped, too, when he remembered the sad look in Katie’s eyes every time he had to go to practice instead of stay and play. Louis holding out a game controller, a hopeful look in his eye. Celeste’s soft humming as she cooked dinner. The warm smell of the house. The feeling of safety and comfort.

It was a strange sense of homesickness, really. 

“Look, mon fils. As much as I joke about encouraging you to move out, you can always come back. I see the way you boys are and I doubt you’ll ever need to move back in permanently. But even for just the night. Or a weekend. Whenever. You are family. You will always be welcomed back with open arms. Moving out doesn’t change anything. You will always be family. Just as Sirius is family, too. I know you know this. But I need you to hear it again and understand that this doesn’t change anything. Oui?”

“Ouias. Merci, Papa.” Logan had said in a joking tone. And in some ways he wasn’t joking. And Pascal seemed to know that. 

So here he sat, stomach full from the delicious pot roast, sitting on the couch, Katie in his lap, Adele sitting next to him on the couch, Marc nodding off against his arm on the other side, trying to beat Louis at Mario Kart, as he heard a knock at the door. 

“It smells amazing in here! I sure hope you saved some dessert for me!” Finn’s voice drifted in as he walked through the living room, stepping in front of the TV.

Logan groaned as he lost sight of the track, forfeiting the game to Louis as Finn leaned down and kissed his forehead. 

“Rouge!” Logan said in a mock-groan. “You made me lose!”

Louis was laughing like a maniac as Leo drifted into the room. 

“Sounds rowdy in here!” He came over to the couch, smiling his bright sunny smile. “Hey guys, how’s it going? Oh, Adele, I loved that series when I was your age!” 

Marc had woken up a bit, and was now hugging Finn around the middle. 

“Harzy, Harzy, Harzy!” Finn laughed, picking him up so that he was upside down. 

“Goodness, should have known you two were here just by the noise!” Celeste said, walking through the entrance. 

“There’s chocolate cupcakes for tired kids in the kitchen.” 

And Louis and Marc were off, followed slowly by Adele, who was still talking with Leo. 

Then Finn stepped close, setting a hand on Logan’s back, arm out to pull him up to his feet when there was an ear-splitting scream. 

“NOOO!” 

Finn startled back, everyone staring at the little girl in Logan’s lap. Pascal’s face peaked from the kitchen. 

“Katie, what…?” Logan asked, moving to get up. But this only made her scream once again. 

“Stay, stay, stay! Don’t leave!” Then she turned to Leo and Finn, screaming, “Why do you have to take him away?” 

They all stared at each other for another minute before Logan felt tears forming in his eyes, and he turned, sniffing and wiping his eyes. 

Pascal came in, waving the rest of them out to the kitchen, coming to kneel near the couch. 

“Mon chou, no one has taken our Logan away.” 

He sniffed again, feeling an actual tear on his cheek. 

“Oh, mes enfants.” Pascal came to sit next to them, and Logan felt himself being enveloped into a hug. “Things are changing, and I know it’s hard, Katie. But we’re still going to see Logan so much. But we do have to let him grow up and move out.” 

“But…but why?” Katie asked in a tearful voice, effectively breaking Logan’s heart once more. 

“Because he can’t live with us forever. He wants to move in with his boys and make space for more people here. Just like when Sirius moved out.” 

“Sirius moved out and lived all alone.” 

“True, yes. Maybe a bad example. But he lives with Remus now.” 

“Loops!” Katie said cheerfully, smiling through sad eyes. 

“Oui.” Soft padded footsteps came from the other side of the room. Logan glanced up to see Celeste walking over. She sat on their other side of him, and put an arm around Logan’s shoulder. 

“Logan’s going to visit us so much. Whenever he wants. Or at the very least once a week.” 

“Oui, I promise,” Logan said, kissing Katie’s forehead. 

Celeste then leaned in close, talking in a loud whisper. 

“And in the meantime, Katie, do you remember that present you got for your birthday?” Katie seemed to think for a second. Then she perked up. 

“You mean we can have matching ones?” 

“Oui, mon minou.” 

Katie turned to Logan, now excited, whispering into his ear, “Can they be rainbow colors so we match Leo too?” Logan had no idea what she was talking about, but he nodded, trying to remember the gifts she had gotten for her last birthday just a few weeks ago. 

“Ouias, sure.” 

Katie hopped off his lap. But before she could get very far, Celeste held onto her hand. 

“First, you need to apologize to Finn and Leo for yelling at them. They aren’t taking Logan away from us. And they are part of our family, too. And they will be for a very long time, I think,” her eyes sparkled as she looked at Logan. He could feel himself smiling, and rolled his eyes half-heartedly as she kissed his cheek and followed Katie to the kitchen. 

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Two days later, when Logan was once again at the Dumais’s house for dinner, he was presented with a bracelet, purple and pink, his and Katie’s favorite colors. A matching one sat on her wrist. 

“Now we match! Will you wear it?” 

“Always!” Logan said, kissing her on the cheek.

She then turned a little shyly to Finn and Leo, setting a bracelet into each of their hands, and another into Logan’s. Each was a mix of red, yellow, and green. 

“Mama says that friendship bracelets mean that we’re bound together through friendship. But you’re not my friend.” Logan was taken aback at that for a moment, and he saw Finn glance up at Logan, a small hurt clear on his face, and Leo still glancing at Katie, nodding patiently. “We’re family.” 

That night, when Logan had said his goodbyes to the family, Katie had not cried while he was leaving. A first since he had moved out. Instead, she was waving and jumping up and down at Logan’s promise to see her after their home game. 

Logan kept both bracelets close. A reminder of his Gryffindor family. He and Sirius, who had quickly received his own bracelet, got to show off their bracelets to two child reporters interviewing them after the game. Logan showed his purple and pink one, Sirius his red and pink one, telling the cameras all about their little sister, Pascal beaming over at them, Katie wedged in the middle, smiling as she talked about her two biggest brothers.

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O'Knutzy Week Day 4: Beach Day Brunch and Godforsaken Golf Balls

Happy O’Knutzy Week 2026 Day 4! As always, thank you to @lumosinlove for these wonderful, competitive hockey boys! And thank you to @oknutzy-week-2026 for making all of this possible! 

Beach Day Brunch and Godforsaken Golf Balls: Freckles, Workout

The boys take Leo on a summer date!

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

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“Morning, sunshine!” Finn’s excited voice called as Leo walked into the kitchen and was handed a cup of coffee, a kiss placed on his cheek. “We’re taking you on a summer date-day, so drink that and then we’re leaving.” 

“Huh?” Leo asked, still a little foggy from just waking up.

“Allez, Le, let’s go pick out something to wear.” 

“Breakfast?” Leo asked, as Logan took his hand and led him back upstairs. 

“We’re getting brunch. Then we’re keeping the rest of the day a surprise. So put on a summer outfit and pack a change of clothes and maybe a swimsuit.” Logan winked at him as he let go of his hand to grab a backpack, stuffing his own clothes in. 

“Don’t forget the sunscreen,” Leo said as he went about getting dressed for the day and collecting the extra clothes, now smiling with excitement. He loved when his boys had a day planned. 

“Ouias, my little sunbugs. Le coup de soleil.” 

“Just because you don’t burn…” 

“Oui, oui, still wear sunscreen, je sais.”

When they were packed and ready to go, Finn drove them out into the less populated areas of Gryffindor. 

“Any hints on where you’re taking me?” Leo asked, watching the landscape out the window. 

“Well, first…” But Finn was cut off as Logan’s hand landed on his mouth. 

“Secrets! Surprises, Fish! No hints!” Then Logan made a noise of disgust, taking his hand away. “You licked me! Unbelievable. Keep your tongue to yourself!” 

“That’s not what you usually say,” Finn said with a wide grin, eyes glancing in the rearview mirror to smile at Leo, his freckles more present than ever in the morning sunlight. “All I was going to say was that we’re taking him to brunch, which he already knows. But I bet you can’t guess where.” 

Leo’s eyes widened at Finn’s excited tone. 

“Are you really taking me to Hogsmeade Cafe?” The best breakfast place they had found in Gryffindor, sat right next to a beautiful lake. 

“Oui,” Logan said, smiling back at him. “Got a reservation for the table overlooking the lake.” 

“Oh, so that’s why someone woke me up before my alarm.” 

“Oui, désolé, beurre. I wanted to let you sleep as long as possible.” Logan had been up with him when he had been unable to sleep after waking up at two am. He had stroked through his hair, whispered to him. It had put him back to sleep, eventually, but he had still woken up groggy to a pair of lips on his cheek and a soft french-accent in his ear. 

“It’s alright, Lo. Didn’t mean to wake you up at two…” But as this conversation usually went, Logan answered with an uh-uh and Finn interrupted with a “you woke up again? Were you able to get back to sleep?” his voice full of pure worry and Leo simply remembered how much he loved them. 

After a wonderful brunch filled with laughter and one of the best french toasts he’d ever had, eating as they overlooked the boats on the water, Finn pulled them both up, nearly bouncing with excitement. He led them toward the car, but instead of getting in, he simply unlocked it and grabbed his bag. 

“Next up on the itinerary is…” He reached into his bag and pulled out his swimsuit, “get naked!” 

“Finn!” Leo said, feeling himself blush, as he glanced around. Luckily, no one was close enough to hear.

“Okay, okay. But we do need to change. Don’t forget the sunscreen.” 

Twenty minutes later, they were stepping into a three-person kayak, pushing out onto the water. Logan seemed a little nervous, but they had convinced him to settle in the middle. 

“You’ll be fine, Lo. Don’t worry, I’ll save you if you fall in,” Finn had said, settling behind him. 

When Logan still looked a little nervous, Leo told him they didn’t have to do this, although he was extremely excited to try. 

Leo loved kayaking. Not only did his family do a lot of boating, but they also owned kayaks, and would use them whenever they could. It had been awhile since he’s been kayaking. Whenever they went to New Orleans, the boys insisted on going out into the boat, which Leo cheerfully obliged. 

After Finn had coaxed Logan into the kayak, whispering something in his ear that Logan responded to with a look at Leo and a wicked grin, he had settled in with more enthusiasm. 

“How did you know I like to kayak?” Leo asked, attempting to turn from his front seat to ask them. 

“I remember you saying something about them. And Wyatt was talking to me about all the kayaking you guys’ve done. I asked him if you liked it and he said it was one of your favorite hobbies growing up,” Logan said from directly behind him.  

“Which is crazy that we didn’t know that! I thought we knew everything there was to know about our nutter butter baby, but you surprise us every day!” Finn called from further back. 

“I didn’t realize this place had kayaking or I would have dragged you two here a long time ago!” Leo told them as he paddled. There was a lot of drag from the back, but he was used to a one-person kayak, so maybe that was it. “This sure is a workout!” He attempted to paddle harder, making a bit of progress, feeling the pull of his muscles in his shoulders and back. 

As he continued, he realized that his boys hadn’t said anything for at least a minute. When he glanced back, he just saw the two of them staring at him, oars in hand, but neither paddling. Logan’s mouth was open in little o and a pretty blush peppered his cheeks, Finn was just looking at him dreamily, with a smirk. 

“God, Le, we should have taken you kayaking before now.” 

“This is doing things to me, buerre.” 

Leo blushed once again, glaring at them. 

“I wondered why I was feeling so much drag back there. Are you two going to help or are you going to ogle all day?” 

“Is the second one an option?” Finn’s voice piped up. 

“Your shoulders, Le, Finn was right about this,” he felt the kayak shift and hands touching his back, “you’re so strong. Keep going!” 

Leo had certainly bulked up the past few years, and his shoulders, especially, had gotten a lot broader in the process. 

“What am I going to do with you two?” Leo asked, complying and continuing to paddle. 

“I certainly have some ideas,” Finn said. 

When he had finally convinced them to help him, they started making progress, fighting against the wind pushing their boat away. 

For the most part, they stayed relatively dry, except for when Finn exclaimed excitedly from the back as a few ducks floated toward their kayak, rocking the kayak and nearly capsizing them. Logan yelped and gripped the boat with an admonishing “rouge” as Leo tried to steady them. 

When they were steady once more, Logan turned to Finn, Leo glancing back to see Logan’s familiar grumpy pout. 

“Allez, I’m done.” 

“Something making you nervous?” Finn asked, innocently. “You have a life jacket and everything! And you can swim!” 

“Je sais, mais…” 

“Let’s go back,” Leo said, happy to stop if it helped Logan. 

“I don’t want to ruin…” 

“Non, Lo. Let’s go, I’d like to be dry again.” 

“And we can go to our next stop!” Finn said, excitedly from the back. 

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Thirty minutes later, now in dry clothing, they pulled into another park. 

“Minigolfing?” Leo asked, reading the sign. 

“Oui!” Logan said from the back seat. “I’ve never been, but Harz says it’s fun.” 

“We were trying to think about what people do on summer dates, and this seemed like a good idea.” 

Leo hadn’t been minigolfing since he was in middle school. He remembered he hadn’t been very good. This one seemed like a large course, and he noticed a mix of colorful figurines of various animals around as they made their way in and Finn paid. 

“So how does this work?” Logan asked as they made their way to the first hole. Finn described the simple rules, showing him the card for if they wanted to keep score. Logan insisted they use it, as competitive as ever, even when it came to minigolf. 

“Alright, Butter, you first!” Finn said, leading Leo onto the first course. 

“Why?” 

“Maybe I want to watch from behind,” he said with a wink. Leo rolled his eyes, glancing around. Luckily, the families that were there were well ahead of them on the course. 

It took all of three holes for Logan to start swearing. 

“You’ve got to aim it, Lo, love.” Finn told him.

“I am!” Logan fished his ball out of the little pool that he had hit it into, and set it on the green once more. He hit it again, a little too hard once again, the ball ricocheting off a rock. 

“Gentler, Lo,” Leo suggested. Logan tried once more, and the ball stopped right before the hole. He groaned as the ball bounced off the hole and back out on another swing. Logan swore quietly under his breath in French. He finally hit it in, with a sigh, taking the ball out and talking to it. 

“I have a feeling you hate me. But trust me, the feeling’s mutual!” 

Leo chuckled, Finn barely looked up from the score card. 

“So shall I put that down as maybe…a three?” Logan had hit it at least eight above par, but he and Finn had both made par, so Finn seemed to feel bad. 

“Non, rouge, don’t go easy on me. That was just a fluke.” He sidled up next to Finn, taking the pencil and writing in an eight. 

“Alright,” Finn said, laughing, giving Logan and Leo a kiss each before moving onto the next one. 

By the time Logan had hit his ball ten times, without making it into the hole, he started shouting once more. 

“I’m literally a professional athlete! My literal job is to get a puck in a net! And I can’t even get this in the hole!” 

Finn, who was closer to Logan, muttered something under his breath, most likely something inappropriate from the curve of his mouth, and Logan fought a grin, shoving Finn on the arm instead with a shake of his head. 

Then, “Uncle Tremzy?” 

There were running feet and an excited giggle as a tiny figure with red hair flew through the green to latch onto Logan’s legs. 

It took Leo’s brain a moment to catch up before someone was calling, “Remy!” and a hand was patting him on the shoulder. 

“Hey, guys!” Remus said, gold club in hand. “Funny seeing you here!” 

The man looked a little frazzled, but grinned at them. 

Remy Potter, who was now being swung up into Finn’s arms, giggled, “Uncle Remus, Uncle Leo, look! I’m flying!” Finn swung her around once more before setting her down. 

“Hey, Loops!” He greeted. “Where’s the rest of the gang? Are you out with Lily and the kids?” Leo couldn’t imagine Sirius ever going minigolfing. 

“Babysitting, actually.” 

“Hey, Remus, did you find her? Oh, hey guys!” Sirius said, coming into their view, leading two kids by the hands, Harry trailing after him. 

“Hey, Cap, baby Loops, all the little LilyPots.” When he had first heard them, Finn had been obsessed with the ship-names that fans often called his teammates and friends. He would often use the names to poke fun at the couples. By now, Finn just used them unironically, Leo guessed it had turned into a habit. 

“Having fun?” Sirius asked. 

“Well, some of us are,” Leo said, glancing at Logan, who had kneeled down to talk to Remy, simultaneously tightening one of her pigtails that had come undone in her flight. 

“Well, if this game wasn’t so impossible!” 

“Oh, you’ve got one of them, too, huh?” Remus asked, as he looked back at Sirius. Etta, their three-year-old, was now next to Remus, looking to be picked up. 

“This game is rigged!” Sirius shot back. 

“Just because an eight-year-old is beating you.” 

“Actually, a six-year-old,” Harry said, pointing at Evie Potter, who was hiding slightly behind Sirius, looking a bit overwhelmed by all the people. 

“I’m winning, too!” Etta said, now in Remus’s arms. She looked adorable with her little strawberry sunhat, small dark braids poking out, a little competitive pout on her face.

“Oui, ma chérie. You’re beating your Dada and I! But only because Reggie taught you how to golf! Unfair advantagem,” Sirius said. 

“Can Uncle Regulus teach me how to golf?” Harry asked, looking hopeful. 

“I think I’ll be signing up Sirius for some golf lessons with Uncle Regulus,” Remus said, with a smile aimed at Sirius. 

“Pretentious pédant,” Sirius muttered, but looked fond. “This game is impossible. But I guess it’s fun. Even if I’m being beaten by my godchildren and my three-year-old.” 

“And your husband,” Remus reminded, earning him a glare and a laugh from Leo. 

“Well, loser gets ice cream!” Sirius said, smiling at the kids. 

“I want ice cream!” Remy said, now running circles around them all with all the unbridled energy of an extra hyper four-year-old that Lily insisted was all James Potter’s genes. “Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!” 

“I think Uncle Sirius meant to say, loser buys ice cream!” Remus said, Remy now pulling him back toward their game. 

“Let’s go, Uncle Remus.” 

“Well, best of luck to you,” Sirius said, pointedly looking at Logan as he made to leave.

“Thanks, Cap, but I don’t need it. I’m gonna crush them, they don’t even know!” 

They all laughed, then Sirius was pulled away by the slightly less unbridled, hyper energy of Harry Potter. 

Leo waved to Evie, who was glancing back at them as she was led away by Sirius. She smiled and returned the wave. 

“I’ll never understand how Pots had such a calm kid,” Finn said, waving at her, as well. 

“Guess all the energy was pent up for the next one!” Logan said, laughing as they watched Remus barely stop Remy from jumping into one of the pools of water, one hand gripping her arm and pulling her away, the other still holding Etta. “I got her,” Sirius called as he took Remy into his arms, hauling her over his shoulder and upside down with an echo of giggles. 

When they finished their game and went to get their own ice cream, Logan had in fact not crushed them, and instead got one of the highest scores the workers had seen from someone who had tried. 

“You know, in my field of work, high scores are quite impressive,” Logan said to them, after autographing the score sheet when one of the blushing workers asked for his signature. 

“We’re gonna have to get you and Sirius to come here and see who wins,” Finn said, when they made their way to a picnic table in the shade of a tree. 

“I would so beat Cap in minigolf!” Logan insisted, stealing a lick of Leo’s ice cream cone. 

“Hey, tongue to yourself!” Leo said, laughing as Logan kissed him, tasting the sweet taste on his lips.  

“Yeah, you were right, Finn, that is definitely not something we usually say!”

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I hope you enjoyed! Logan being bad at minigolf is hilarious to me!

In the next couple of weeks, I will be publishing a story about the Potter kids (specifically the birth of their third baby, Remy) so if you're interested, watch out for that. It will be posted on here and on my ao3! Thanks for reading!

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O'Knutzy Week Day 3: Rest, love

Happy O’Knutzy Week 2026 Day 3 (again)! As always, thank you to @lumosinlove for these boys, who are the perfect characters for writing fluff! And thank you to @oknutzy-week-2026 for making all of this possible! 

Rest, love: Early Morning, Tiptoe

For context: This takes place after Finn and Leo have retired. Finn is a professor and Leo is a stay-at-home dad for their kids. Logan still plays hockey with the Lions!

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

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Leo heard the door squeak open and tiptoes on the floor before the bed bent down next to him. The slight chill on the sheets next to him told him that neither of his boys were with him, and hadn’t been for a little while at least. 

Groggily, and without opening his eyes, he reached for the figure, trying to determine who it was and if he had to get up yet. He felt the small figure curl into his arms and he relaxed, content to cuddle with Margo for the time being. 

Not even two minutes later, the door creaked open once more and heavier feet walked around the bed. 

There was a shift in the girl in his arms and then the soft whispered voice of Logan. 

“Daddy’s trying to sleep, Margo. Allez, out of here.” Then there was a giggle as the girl was taken up and out of Leo’s arms. 

Leo cracked his eyes open just enough to see Logan wrestling the girl onto his back and sneaking out of the room, closing the door on the way. He closed his eyes once again. 

A handful of minutes later, Leo couldn’t have guessed how long, the door creaked open a third time, then closed, and someone joined him on the bed once more, this time near his back. Leo rolled over, his eyes still closed, and found someone’s shoulder. He nuzzled in, and could smell a scent that could only be Logan. 

He groaned, nuzzling in further before a hand came up and ran through his hair, then down his neck. Then the motion was repeated with varying forms of pressure added, moving onto his shoulders. Leo groaned once again. 

God, that felt good. He hadn’t realized he was feeling so tense. 

“If you keep sounding like that, I’m not sure if we’ll make it downstairs today.” Leo smiled, still sleepy, at Logan’s gravelly morning voice. 

“The kids?” 

“Finn’s got ‘em.” 

“Breakfast?” 

“Taken care of, even Finn and I can make yogurt and fruit.” 

“Milk, too?”

“Oui, Vivi’s all fed and changed.” 

Leo sighed once more. 

“I love you.” 

“Love you more, mon soleil.” 

“Time to get up?” 

“Nah. I was sent in here to keep you company. Finn’s taking them to the park for a bit after breakfast.” 

“Need help?” 

“Non, his specific instructions were ‘make sure he sleeps at least two more hours’ because apparently 'even his magic boo-boo healing kisses can’t heal your poor tired eyes.'” Leo snorted at that. Finn’s magic boo-boo healing kisses had definitely saved them a lot of money on bandaids the last few years. “Sounds like you had a late night, then?” 

“More like an early morning.” Finn had found him at three in the morning, trying his best to get their four-month-old to take his bottle. He had been up since one, when Oliver had woken up the first time and refused to drink the milk he offered. He knew that Logan had fed him at midnight, and so Leo had simply changed him and put him back to sleep, only to be woken up once again at two thirty to a hungry and irritable baby. When Finn had walked in, Leo had nearly cried, and Finn had taken one look and grabbed the bottle, the baby, and led Leo back out of the room to go back to sleep. But they all knew that Leo had a terrible time trying to sleep if he heard the least bit of crying, and Finn had come back thirty minutes later to find Leo still awake, feeling guilty about his inability to help, simply staring at Logan’s sleeping figure. 

Strangely enough, he must have slept straight through their usual five am wake up feeding call, which Finn often took care of before going out for his morning run. 

And here he was, still sleeping at whatever time this was. 

“What’s the time?” 

“Just past eight.” 

“Have to go soon?” Logan often left for practice by nine, and Finn should definitely be out the door for school. 

“Not today, beurre. It’s Saturday. I don’t have a game today. Finn’s not teaching. You’re allowed to sleep. Just rest, love.” 

He let the low French wash over him as he sighed into the kiss Logan left on his shoulder, then on his cheek. 

He drifted off for a few more minutes before he heard the distinct sound of crying from downstairs. 

“Ollie,” Leo said, moving to get up. But Logan pulled him back before he had even gotten to the edge of the bed. 

“Finn’s got it, soleil. Please just relax. Let us take care of you. As Finn would say, ‘you’re so bad at relaxing.’”

He would say that. He had said that, especially since they’d had kids. 

And sure enough, the crying stopped a minute later. 

There was more sound from downstairs. An excited squeal from Margo, Oliver’s giggles, running footsteps, Finn’s clear voice with an,  “Alletz go!” followed by their three-year-old’s protests at the terrible French. 

They had clearly taught her well. 

“He’s so loud,” Logan said, extremely fondly. 

As they heard the door close, Logan started petting through Leo’s hair once again, and he relaxed further into Logan’s chest. 

“Just sleep, mon joli soleil.” 

And Leo did.

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O'Knutzy Week Day 3: Escape

Happy O’Knutzy Week 2026 Day 3! As always, thank you to @lumosinlove for creating these boys and allowing me to put them into a thousand different scenarios! And thank you to @oknutzy-week-2026 for making all of this possible! 

Escape: Zoo

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Enjoy!

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When Logan had heard that the Gryffindor Lions would be running a fundraising event for endangered species at the Gryffindor Zoo, he had assumed that it would be more fun. Not that the beginning of the day hadn’t been fun. And the middle, too. But the end? A huge bore. 

The beginning of the day had been a blast! They had started off the day with a photoshoot wearing the zoo’s merch, and had been presented with the collaboration merch that the zoo would be selling, with animals playing hockey. Then it had been a whole lot of signing. T-shirts, figurines, bobble-heads, cups, posters, you name it, Logan had signed it. 

Then they had been brought to an area that was set up for another shoot, but instead of more pictures, they were each called up for a video, being asked questions from young Lions fans. 

That had been fun to watch. Leo had answered honestly that his favorite animal was alligators, because they “reminded him of home.”

Thomas had confidently told the kid that was interviewing him that Sirius could definitely beat a bear in combat. James had answered that his spirit animal was a stag, because “they're pretty noble and protective, I think.” A shockingly sober answer for the usually quite hyper winger. Kuny had confidently told the kids that if he had to turn into an animal for a day, it would have to be Yoda. Remus had been asked why he was named after a wolf-man, and he had stared directly into the camera and said “my parents like to joke. You know my younger brother has a perfectly normal name?” Finn had answered that penguins would be the best hockey players out of all the animals. Sirius had said no, he’d never actually ridden a lion or any other animal before, but he’d probably like to if they wouldn’t bite him (and he told them that he probably could not beat a bear in a fight, but maybe he could beat one at hockey). Dumo had answered that he would love to have a pet giraffe, but he already had four wild animals at home. And Logan had had a tough time choosing between running as fast as a cheetah or be as strong as an elephant (he chose the cheetah, “so I could always beat Finn in a race.”) 

Then they had been shuffled outside to take pictures with fans and sign more signatures, this time with actual people. Then they had been taken in pairs or trios to do another video shoot, this time answering trivia questions. Later, Logan found out that Sirius and James had been completely beaten by Remus, because of his extensive knowledge on Lions (“look guys, I was a Lions fan when I was young. I knew everything there was to know about them!”). Leo had come out of his interview with Cole and Thomas a little red faced, and Thomas had gone on and on about how Leo knew everything there was to know about animals and that those two hadn’t stood a chance! Logan and Finn, having just left their interview with Dumo, had wrapped him up in their arms, cooing at him until he laughed, smiling and blushing some more. 

After that, they had lunch, before they spent their afternoon walking around to exhibits, where they featured players participating in special celebratory events. First, “retired player Kasey ‘the Blizzard’ Winter” had gone in to meet the penguin that had been named after him. They had all watched, smiling, Finn obviously a little jealous of getting to actually meet the penguins. Kasey had shown up right after lunch before being swept off to get dressed and miced for the event. 

A few players, who had volunteered at lunch, had gone into the alligator and crocodile exhibit to feed them. Finn and Thomas had been the first to volunteer, so they had been chosen. Leo had nervously started telling Finn what to do if an alligator started snapping, which had caused Finn, a new fear in his eyes, to pull Leo over with him, insisting to the manager that Leo needed to come, too. She had nodded quickly before leaving. Logan had watched, a little nervously, while they fed the alligators. He took a video, captioned it “The boys we’ve chosen to marry!”, adding a heart before sending it to Noelle. She had called not two minutes later, insisting that he put her on face time so she could watch, too. 

They had gone to the wolf exhibit, where the zoo was fundraising for a bigger habitat, and had Remus walk around the habitat and meet the only friendly wolf, ironically named Romulus. 

Finally, Sirius, Logan, and James had been brought into the lion exhibit, where they were naming the new baby lion cub Stanley after their win. Sirius had actually been handed the cub to hold, and Logan and James had been given a small cup that resembled the Stanley Cup and a Gryffindor Lions banner. They had smiled, Logan spotting his boys in the crowd, Finn looking excited and Leo looking adoringly at the baby cub in Sirius’s arms. 

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So after the whirlwind of fun events all day, now they were here. At the end of a donor dinner. By then, they had finished with the speeches, the clapping, the actual dinner, and people had been standing around, talking to donors and players for nearly an hour. 

Logan had managed to escape to the side of the room. Now he watched as Finn talked animatedly to a woman, probably about hockey, from the look in his eye. Leo talked quietly with Kasey, Remus, and Lily, who had Harry perched on her hip. Sirius and James were also talking to a donor, having a more serious conversation, it seemed. Sirius looked calm, but Logan knew that he’d be itching to be done with this part of the night. James looked about ready to vibrate through the floor, glancing around, eyes landing on Lily and Harry. The Dumais kids had been growing more and more restless, Marc and Louis shoving each other with their shoulders, before Louis knocked into Celeste, and she chastised them softly. Logan could almost imagine the reprimand, having heard it so many times when he had lived there. Katie was hanging off Pascal’s leg. Pascal rubbed at her back, muttering something down at her. Then brown eyes found his, and he was met with a tornado of an eight-year-old. 

“Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo,” Katie said as he picked her up and she giggled. “I’m so bored. Please take us to see more animals! Please, please, please.” 

Then the stage lit up once more. 

“If everyone could make their way to the auditorium, we’ll have a short video message from our top executive, followed by a cocktail hour.” Logan nearly groaned. 

“No more!” Katie cried softly, and Logan had to agree. He glanced over as people started filtering into the auditorium. Would they really miss him in there? 

“Katie, go grab your brothers and sister and meet me outside.” Katie excitedly shuffled down from his arms, skipping off to do as she was told. Logan made eye contact with Finn across the room, who was looking around for him. He gestured toward the door, then met Leo’s eyes, who had clearly seen the gesture, as well. They both smiled. As they made their escape, Logan quickly met Dumo’s eye, gesturing to his phone, where he’d sent a quick text. 

Making an escape. Taking the kids to see more animals. Let me know if we’re needed. 

Pascal looked back at him, giving him a smile, a nod, and then taking Celeste’s hand and guiding her toward the auditorium. 

As he made his way out to where the Dumais kids were waiting patiently for them all, looking at a map Adele held, he noticed Finn, now with Harry in his arms. 

“Thank the lord we’re escaping, Lo. Didn’t know how much more of that I could take. Picked up this stray little flowerpot on the way out. Thought he might like to escape as well.” 

Logan smiled, rustling Harry’s hair, kissing Finn on the cheek and pulling Leo down so he could give him a matching one. 

“Surprised you’re joining, Peanut. You’re usually such a rule follower.” 

“I’m on Finn with this one. Wasn’t that the cocktail hour? Besides, we’ll be back for the 7:00 silent firework show.” Leo loved his fireworks, especially if they were wild-life friendly. Logan nodded, smiling at him.

“Wouldn’t miss it. We’ve got a good hour and a half.”  

Leo moved over to Finn, giving him a kiss on the cheek, tickling Harry’s belly. The two-year-old giggled and launched himself over to Leo’s arms. Leo caught him easily and gave his forehead a kiss. 

“Ready to see more animals, Harry?” 

“Snates!” Harry cried. 

“Oh yeah, Lily made me promise to take him to see the snakes,” Finn said. “She said James refused because ‘Snakes are evil’ and she can’t really stand the sight of them.” 

“Well, snakes it is!” Logan said. “That good with you guys?” The Dumais kids all nodded. Louis insisted on seeing the polar bear afterwards, Marc insisted on the monkey house after that (“I have to visit my spider monkey friends!”). 

“Sounds like a plan!” 

“Follow me!” Adele said, taking off. Katie insisted on getting a piggy-back ride (which, despite his complaints of her getting “too big,” Logan was happy to give before she actually got too big to want them anymore), as the boys and Adele ran ahead toward the reptile house. 

YWatching Finn chase after them, darting around strollers and families, Leo talking softly with Harry about snakes next to him, and Katie talking excitedly in his ear, Logan realized that this was the zoo event he had wanted to participate in.

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O'Knutzy Week Day 2: Falling Asleep

Happy O’Knutzy Week 2026 Day 2! As always, thank you to @lumosinlove for these wonderful boys that I sometimes need to torment! And thank you to @oknutzy-week-2026 for making all of this possible! 

Falling Asleep: Emergency, Antibiotics

Slight Warning: Vaincre spoilers! (Logan’s situation)

For context: This takes place when (spoilers!) Logan is in New York and missing his boys. 

TW: Illness, Injuries (blood), Hospital

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Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

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Logan woke to the alarm on his phone. He groaned, checking the clock. Twenty minutes before his boys’ game. The Rangers had the night off. Which wouldn’t matter anyway since he had come down with strep throat three days prior. The few members on the team who had caught it were being thoroughly quarantined from the rest of the team, and were in frequent contact with the team’s medical specialist, who was directing them on what to take to get better soon. It didn’t do the team any favors having multiple players out sick in the middle of the season. 

Exhausted from his very entertaining day of pacing around his apartment, missing his boys, and trying to eat around a sore throat, Logan had decided to lay down for a while before his boys’ game. Because they were now across the country from him in California, a fact that made him a bit jumpy and increasingly homesick the more he thought about it, the game didn’t start until 9 pm New York time. So, after a meager dinner, he had barely remembered to take his antibiotics and set an alarm before he passed out in bed. 

Now, he pulled himself up to a sitting position, grabbing for the water next to him. He flicked on the TV in his room, hoping he wouldn’t fall asleep before seeing his boys. Luckily, this once, his body obeyed and he saw the team on the ice, camera panning on their faces during the national anthem. Finn stood right next to Leo, arm around him and, with a wrench to Logan’s heart, Logan’s necklace at his lips. Knowing them, they’d switch the necklace after the first period, as usual. 

Logan smiled, settling in as the game began. By the end of the first period, the Lions were winning 3-0. The Anaheim Ducks were no match for the Lions. He yelled weakly as Finn got a shot in, followed quickly by Remus. Then the Ducks got one in, and Logan watched as Leo’s eyebrows narrowed. Logan remembered that intense look. When he had gotten one past Leo on one of his first games against them, causing Leo’s eyes to go hard, and the blond boy turning away in a clear attempt to avoid making Logan feel guilty. In a perhaps naive thought, he hoped he wouldn’t have to see that look aimed at him ever again. 

Logan felt himself drifting off at the end of the second period, falling asleep to a score of 5-1, Lions. 

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He woke up feeling strange. He heard voices in the hallway of his apartment. No. That wasn’t right. It was their apartment. Back in Gryffindor. Their bed. The bedding he had helped pick out that Finn promised they would “ruin.” Leo’s black-out curtains were shut, a few of Finn’s socks littering the ground. 

But wasn’t he…

And then he heard them. Leo and Finn. They were right outside the door. Or maybe right at the bottom of the stairs. Talking. Calling for him, maybe. 

And wasn’t that nice? They had come to see him when he was sick. They had brought him home. They were taking care of him. 

He got on shaky feet, holding onto the bed for support, as he made his way out of the room. 

Then he heard Finn’s always too loud voice yell out “Bye, Lo!” And the door shutting. 

“No!” Logan hurried after them. “Non, come back. Don’t leave yet. I didn’t get to say good…” but he never did reach the door. Because instead, he was falling. Tumbling down. 

Thud. 

Everything went black. 

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The next thing Logan saw was a flash of red hair, and felt a frantic patting on his cheek. Stressed voices. One sounded familiar. The hurried slightly accented voice, too loud for his ears. He tried to blink his eyes open once again, but all he saw was a flash of blond hair. 

Oh. Red and blond. 

Oh. He knew them. 

He felt his breathing calm and heard himself mutter something. Then a hand was gripping his. He stared at the figure. The blond one. 

Leo. 

But as the hand squeezed around his, he realized it was too small. Too small. Too small. 

Not his Leo. 

And he panicked. 

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Finn had called him after second period, asking if he could check on Logan, who supposedly wasn’t answering his texts. 

“Nice shot, Fishy Fish!” Alex said when he answered the phone, smiling as he watched Nat leave to make some popcorn. 

“Hey, Al.” Finn’s tone set him on edge and his smile dropped instantly. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I…I might be being paranoid, but… could you check up on Lo? We were going to call before the game, but I think he probably went to bed or maybe forgot. But Leo and I’ve been texting him and he’s not answered either of us. And… I wouldn’t ask you, but, well, I’m not there and I can’t…” Finn’s voice broke alongside Alex’s heart. He of all people knew what it was like to have the ones you loved far away. 

“Of course, Finn. Don’t worry. I’ll go check on him,” Alex stood, moving to grab his car keys. “I’ll head over there right now. I’ve got him. And you just focus on winning this game, little rival.” 

“Thanks, Alex. And remember, he gets really grumpy when he’s sick and he can be a pain about being taken care of, so just…go easy on him.” 

“Oh, I’m well aware.” Alex had been the one to bring him to the doctor after the boy had refused, saying that he wasn’t sick and was just tired because he couldn’t sleep in such an empty bed. Alex had no doubt that Logan was missing his boys, and that the stress had probably not helped his immune system any. But he couldn’t ignore the obvious signs of strep, especially after two of their teammates had already gone down with it. The players were under direct warning to limit in-person contact with their sick teammates. And so the past few days, Nat had been going to check on Logan and reporting back to his boys, since a sick Logan had a really bad habit of forgetting to let anyone know if he was okay. 

But since Finn had asked him directly, and had sounded so worried, Alex decided he could go today. 

“I’ll come with, too. I’ve been helping that stubborn grump the past few days,” Nat said, smiling fondly about her almost brother-in-law. “I’m sure he just fell asleep early and didn’t read his texts.” 

But the sight that had met them was anything but the calm, sleeping boy they had expected. 

Alex nearly had a heart attack when he turned the spare key he had forced Logan to give him into the lock, turned, and seen a tan head surrounded by blood, body laying in a crumpled mess on the bottom of the staircase. 

“Logan!” Nat seemed just as shocked as he was, but she was clearly better in an emergency. She knelt down right away, feeling for a pulse at his neck. As she sighed in relief at finding one, Alex knelt down next to her and patted his cheek. 

“Tremzy? You with us?” 

Eyes flickered, but there was no recognition. Alex spoke to him, hoping to wake him up. Later, he wouldn’t be able to recall what he had even said. But the boys eyes flickered once more, and his breathing got less labored. 

Nat grabbed his hand, trying to pat him awake, taking a turn talking as Alex quickly got up and dialed 911. 

As he talked with the operator, describing the situation, Nat called out to him. 

“His heart rate’s gone up, it seems like he’s panicking.” 

“He’s really stressed out, I don’t think he knows where he is,” Alex relayed the information. The operator quickly and calmly told him what to do. Try their best to comfort and elevate his feet to help try to avoid Logan going into shock. “Alright, we’ll do that,” Alex said, moving to the boy who looked much too young at the moment. 

“Okay, stay on the phone. The ambulance will be there in five minutes.” 

“Alright.” Alex set the phone to speaker, moving to do as he was told, explaining to Nat. 

“You should sit by his head. Talk to him. Your voice is close enough to Finn’s for him to maybe calm down a bit from it.” 

So that’s what he did. For the next five minutes, he stayed calm, talking to Logan in a gentle voice, trying his best to imitate what his brother sounded like. 

Then there was a knock on the door. A stretcher. Talking. Someone telling him that only one person could be in the ambulance. 

“You go, keep doing what you were doing, I think it was working,” Nat said. “Promise I’ll be right behind.”  

And so the whole ride, he spoke gentle words as he watched Logan remain unconscious, breathing steady, and he thought about how he was going to tell his baby brother about this. 

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Logan opened his eyes, blearily, staring at the ceiling. He first noticed the bright lights. Then the insistent beeping. He was stiff, muscles aching as if moving them would be painful. 

He tried to wrack his brain for what he was doing before waking up. The last thing he remembered was running after his boys. And an imposter pretending to be Leo running around his house and holding his hand, although he wasn’t sure if the last one had been a dream or not. 

As he turned his head to the side, he noticed tubes. Running with some sort of liquid. Connected to his arms. Running a liquid into his arm. 

Mon dieu, he hated needles. 

What was he doing in the emergency room? 

He tried to push himself up when arms surrounded him. 

“Lo. Oh my God, Lo.” And there was a familiar sob and more arms fell around him on the other side. Red and blond hair filled his vision. And a very familiar scent of home. 

It took his brain a minute. But…

“Le, Finn!” 

His boys!

Then the arms disappeared, moving to help him sit up. 

He turned to look at their faces, Finn’s nose red, tears shown on his freckled cheeks. And Leo, blue eyes darting around the room, seeming to be staving off tears and failing miserably. 

“What…why…” Logan tried to ask, looking between the boys who were now kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his nose. Anywhere they could reach. And he was content for a moment, soaking in the feeling of his boys being there. 

“He lives!” A loud voice said as the door to the room opened and shut. 

Alex. 

“What…what am I doing here?” 

“You don’t remember, Lo?” Finn asked, nervous. Leo set a calming hand on Finn’s arm.  

“The doctor said that a little confusion is completely normal.” Then he turned to Logan, taking his hand into his large one. Now that felt right. “You…you fell down the stairs in your apartment after sleepwalking. The doctor thinks it was a mix of stress, a lack of sleep, and vivid dreams from your antibiotics that probably caused the sleepwalking.” 

“Sleepwalking?” Logan asked, still trying to catch up. “But…I was following you out of my apartment. You…you were leaving without a kiss!” 

Finn’s eyes looked sad once more and he peppered kisses on Logan’s face. 

“Never, baby. That was a dream. I would never do that. I will always wait for your goodbye kisses.” 

“You got away with bruises and a nasty cut on your head, but no concussion,” Leo said, looking incredibly relieved. “It could have been so much worse. Not that it’s good. But a concussion…” Logan took the moment to pull Leo in, rubbing him on the back in an attempt at comfort. 

“I’m okay, buerre.” 

“You’re really not,” Finn said. “But that is the reason that Kasey and Nat are currently installing babygates and door alarms in your apartment.” 

“Really?” Logan asked, incredulously. He’d never sleep walked before. 

“Yes really. I’m not getting another call from California that you fell down the stairs! Nearly gave me a heartattack,” Finn said. Leo nodded, looking stressed once more. 

“Honestly, you were the calmer one. Never again, Lo,” Leo said and Logan kissed his nose, whispering a promise in low French. 

“And, you will be under the strict roadie roomie protection of Alex.” 

Alex had offered when Logan had joined the team that they room together on roadies so that Logan didn’t feel so lonely. At first he had refused. But now he could see that it might be beneficial.

“Better not snore too loud, Tremz,” Alex piped out from the couch in the room. 

“Not as loud as Fish says you snore,” Logan said. 

And now Alex was punching Finn in the arm and they were laughing. Leo just held Logan tighter. 

“I just want you to be safe, Lo.” 

“And I will be, Le. Promise I’ll take care of myself. Speaking of which, I still have strep throat.” But Leo just held him tighter. 

“Don’t care. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.” 

And a week later, Logan had recovered and Leo was out with strep throat. Which just gave Logan another excuse to visit his boys back in Gryffindor.

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O'Knutzy Week Day 1: Towel Off

Happy O’Knutzy Week 2026 Day 1 (again)! As always, thank you to @lumosinlove for the characters and stories that give endless entertainment to my sometimes very dull life! And thank you to @oknutzy-week-2026 for making all of this possible! 

Towel Off: Office, Shower (also on ao3)

For context: This takes place after Finn and Leo have retired. Finn is a professor and Leo is a stay-at-home dad for their kids. Logan still plays hockey with the Lions!

Slight warning: This one is a bit NSFW, (but honestly when it comes to these boys, when is it not?) Nothing explicit, just implied. 

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

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Finn set his keys down, heading to his office to safely deposit his bag there. He had done this for the past four years, ever since Margo learned to crawl, and had gotten into his teaching bag. He had had to tell his students that his baby ate their homework. 

But what he opened the door to was certainly not on his bingo card for the week. 

There, sitting behind the desk chair that was facing the window, was Logan. Which wouldn’t be that out of the ordinary. Had he not sat in nothing but a towel. And a rather loose fitting towel at that. 

Finn felt his mouth open in shock. 

“Lo,” Finn began.

Logan stood up, and the towel started sliding off. 

“Nice of you to join me, Harzy.” 

“Lo…” 

“Been a long day? Want to relax?” Logan inched toward him, but Finn set a hand on his shoulder, the skin warm. 

“Wait, Lo…” Logan stopped, sighing, posture deflating. 

“Oh, come on, Finn. Don’t tell me this isn’t doing it for you!” Logan’s eyes flicked down to Finn’s slacks and he gave a smirk. “You wouldn’t convince me when I have that for proof!” 

“But Lo…”

They had only the briefest warning of little feet running before the door burst open and a hurricane of red hair came in, and Logan let out what could only be described as a yelp. 

“Dada! Daddy wants to know what you want for…” the girl paused, taking in the scene. Finn stood, partially blocking Logan, who had grabbed the towel in record time, swinging it back around his waist. “Papa? Why are you naked in Dada’s office?” 

“W…well…I was…looking for my clothes,” Logan said. Finn turned to him, eyebrow raised. Was that really the best he could do?

“In Dada’s office? Papa, you’re silly!” Margo laughed. 

The door creaked open once more and there was Leo, holding little Oliver in his arms, apron on and looking ready to cook. 

As his eyes took in the scene, his confusion turned into a smirk. 

“Ah, I see that Papa’s home.” 

“Yeah, an’ he’s in Dada’s office looking for his clothes.” 

Now it was Leo’s turn to look at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“Wh…what happened to the park?” Logan sputtered out, looking between the two other adults. 

“It’s raining,” Leo said simply. “We might try for a walk after dinner to get out the wiggles.” Leo leaned down and grabbed Margo in his free arm, picking her up and hauling her over his shoulder in a flurry of giggles. 

“You’re gettin’ so big, punkin! You both are!” Margo let out a squeal as Leo squeezed her and then set a small kiss on Oliver’s head. Leo glanced back at them and Finn almost melted at the sight. “How about pasta?” 

“Sounds good!” Finn said. 

“Ouais, works for me!” Logan said, looking guilty now. 

“Um, I think I’ll shower first,” Finn said. 

“Oh, me too.” Logan said, grinning. 

“But you’re already in a towel, Papa! And your hair’s wet! And you always shower right when you get home!” 

“Come help me make the sauce, Margs.” Leo glanced back at them once more as he carried the kids out of the office, amusement in his eyes, along with something else. A look that they both knew meant they’d be in for some more fun later. 

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O'Knutzy Week Day 1: Buon Appetito!

Happy O’Knutzy Week 2026 Day 1! Thank you to @lumosinlove for their wonderful characters and the hours I have spent obsessing over said characters! And thank you to @oknutzy-week-2026 for making all of this possible! 

I would also like to thank @iluvchick3nz and @fruitcoops for their amazing works that I have come back to read time and time again since I joined this fandom! I hope to meet many more SW-inspired fans and writers throughout the week!

Buon Appetito!: Italy, Aging, Longing, Honeymoon (also on ao3)

For context: This takes place after Finn has retired (he’s a teacher), but that's not really relevant to the plot.

This is my first fic of my first O’Knutzy week, so I would love to hear if you liked it! Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

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“You know I know how to make pasta and other Italian dishes, but not the true, authentic Italian way! And I’ll learn to make the  perfect cannolis. Don’t even mention panna cotta! And tiramisu! Oh, it’ll be so amazing to learn, and a great credential to have, especially if I ever want to open a bakery! And your sweet tooth, Lo. And Finn, they have these seafood dishes! You’d absolutely love them!” 

“I love everything you make, sunshine,” Finn said. 

Leo glanced up from where he was looking at his computer, and found his two boys staring back at him, lovingly. Leo felt himself blush. 

“That is, if I get approved for the program.” 

“They would be fools if they don’t accept you, mon soleil. Mon joli beurre. Mon homme parfait et talenteaux,” Logan had inched closer and closer, and was now peppering his neck with kisses. Leo laughed as Finn came up from his other side, holding him from the back. He relaxed back into his arms, pulling Logan with him. 

“What time do you find out?” Finn asked, biting softly near his ear. Leo swatted him off, laughing. 

“3 a.m. here. Italy time, you know? But I’ll probably be awake anyway.” 

“We’ll wait up with you, Le!” Logan said. 

“Oo-ways, my pretty nutter butter baby.” 

“No, we’ve got work in the morning. Lo and I have practice and you’ve got to teach!” 

Finn waved him off, going back to nibbling at his ear. 

“Okay, okay, enough.” Leo stepped away from the onslaught and grinned. “There’s no way you two are gonna make it to 3. I’ll give you ‘til midnight at the latest. You two forget that you’re aging.”

Finn and Logan both opened their mouths in mock-offense at the statement. 

“How could you say that? I’m as young and spriteful as I’ve always been!” 

“And I’m even younger than him!”

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But sure enough, Leo accidently woke them up when he checked his inbox in bed right at 3 a.m., and he let out a soft shout of surprise. 

Congratulations! You have been accepted to our week-long Italian cooking course in Rome, Italy during the weeks of July 6-12th. Michelin-star chefs and award winning bakers will assist in teaching this rigorous seven-day course. Please send your confirmation through this link. We are excited to have you join us!

Logan sat up next to him, green eyes blinking groggily. 

“Qoui?” 

“Sorry, sorry, love.” 

“Le?” Finn asked from Logan’s other side. 

“Oh, I really didn’t mean to wake you both up.” But Leo could barely contain his excitement as he nearly bounced where he sat. “But I made it! I made it into the course!” After a moment, the news seemed to register to Finn, who shot up, basically climbing over Logan to give Leo a tight hug and a kiss. It took a moment longer to register with Logan, who was often groggy (and cranky) whenever he was woken up. But a smile came across his face as he realized what was happening. 

“Oh, Leo. Of course you did! You’re so smart!” 

“And talented!” 

“And lovely!” 

“And pretty!” 

Leo laughed. “I don’t think they considered that when they chose me.” Then,  “I’m going to Italy!” Shocked. Elated. 

“We!” Logan said, pulling away for a second, looking him in the eye. 

“We?” Leo asked. 

“Oui, Oui, why are we saying yes?” 

“Non, mon poisson, I was correcting notre soleil. There’s no way you’re going to Italy without us! Unless…you’d rather we not…” Logan gave him a serious look, clearly ready to shut down his thinking at any indication that they weren’t invited. 

As if they had to ask. 

Leo just grinned at him. 

“You’ll really come?” 

“Of course we will! We’re a package deal. And now even Italy will know it!” Finn shouted out. Logan winced.

“Si fort, poisson!” 

“Hmm, too bad I don’t know what that means,” Finn said with a smile and a kiss to Logan’s jaw, turning back to Leo when he spoke. 

“You know I won’t have much time to explore or sight-see or anything.” 

“Oui, but we can. And then we’ll come back and try your lovely new cooking.”

“Eat your Italian desserts under the Italian stars!” Finn agreed. 

“Trust me, if you’re in Italy, you won’t be needing my cooking.” 

“We love your cooking!” 

“Only your cooking!” 

“I’ll refuse to eat anything else.” 

Leo smiled, laying back down, followed by the other two. He had somehow found his way to the middle. Wrapped up in the arms of his boys, he was content to sleep and dream of Italian dishes and eating Italian desserts with his boys under the stars. 

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Logan heard the door open from his place on the couch, head on Finn’s stomach, listening to the rumbling of his chest as he read to him. The windows were open with the sweet summer breeze drifting in. And they were waiting just for this moment. 

“Soleil!” Logan shot up, nearly hitting Finn in the chin. He smiled a little guiltily at Finn’s shocked look before Finn sat up himself, grinning.

“Our sunshine baby is home!” 

Leo looked at them, face a little red, grinning broadly. Like the sun peaking through the clouds on a rainy day. 

“I told y’all you didn’t have to stay up for me,” Leo said as Logan sidled up next to him, pulling Leo into a kiss. 

“Y’all!” Finn parroted before hugging Leo from the back.

“We’re in Italy! You should be out sightseeing!” 

“Not without notre soleil!” Logan said, although he and Finn had been out sightseeing all day. They just wanted to be back at the hotel in time to greet Leo home. 

“Besides, you’re the only sight I want to see!” Finn said, taking the bags from Leo’s hands and kissing his cheek. 

Leo rolled his eyes and went a bit more red. 

“What did you do today?” Logan asked, smiling as Leo went about explaining all of the techniques he learned in detail as Logan led him to sit down on the couch. Leo had a four-hour cooking class in the mornings and then a quick hour break for lunch, and a four-hour baking class in the evenings, leaving him with dozens of new recipes and techniques to try. And also leaving him dead tired when he got home. 

Leo yawned, which interrupted his story about a professional baker telling him his cannolis were “meraviglioso.” They had since moved to the couch, Leo in between them, where they were snacking on said cannolis, savoring the taste, Logan already planning to beg him to make him more when they got back home. 

“Enough about me! I want to hear about your day! Where did you go? What did you do?” 

Finn started his monologue of their day in Vatican City. 

“...And Lo got scared by a pigeon!” Finn finished excitedly. 

“Rouge, an unnecessary detail!” 

Leo just laughed, focus never leaving Finn’s face, unless Logan made a comment. It was clear that Leo had been longing to sight-see. It was his first time in Italy and he had been extremely excited for his boys to see everything. It was really too bad that he was so wiped out at the end of the day. 

“We wish you were there, mon cœur.” Logan said, pulling Leo into him, Leo now resting half on Logan’s chest. 

“I’m sorry you feel so left out, Le baby.” Leo moved to protest, but Finn just shook his head, pulling Leo’s legs over his lap, massaging his calves, which Logan knew were often tight after being on his feet all day. “You’re so smart, so accomplished! Our own Italian chef!” 

“That feels nice, Fish,” Leo said, sleepily. “Might fall asleep.” 

“Well, before you do that…I had an idea…” Finn’s face had transformed into a grin, and Logan realized he didn’t have any idea what Finn was going to say next.

“What are you up to, Rouge?” Because that grin could either mean something really good, or something kind of, sort of teetering on the edge of illegal. 

 “I thought that since our Butter was so busy with his cooking course and Lo and I have been exploring Rome all alone, that we could stay here for another week after your course ends. Just to see the sights again.” 

It was Leo’s turn to nearly hit Logan in the chin as he shot up. 

“Oh, désolé, Lo.” Then he looked excitedly at Finn.“You mean it, Fish?” Finn was grinning, smiling at the two of them. His face took on a nonchalant look. 

“Well, you know, if you want to,” he said with a shrug. But Finn couldn’t keep his face straight for long as Leo kissed him right on the mouth. 

“Oh, that would be lovely, Finn!”

“I’ve already arranged everything. That’s what I was doing on my phone all day, Lo.” Logan remembered complaining about Finn kept taking phone calls, wanting him to keep walking and to, if he was completely honest with himself, keep his attention all to himself. “I called Pascal and Reg, who are fine watching the pets for an extra week. And the hotel is fine with us staying since no one’s booked our room. And I’ve changed flights.” 

“Wow, you’ve been busy.” 

“Um, oo-ways. Not very easy when I’ve got you pulling my attention away every few seconds with your sad, ‘why aren’t you looking at me’ eyes.” 

“Oh, was he pouting, too?” Leo asked, a sly look on his face. 

Finn made a face, lip pouting out, arms crossed, sad eyes, which, Logan had to say, looked nothing like him, but it set Leo off giggling once more, and Logan pulled him back toward him for a hug. 

“You two are so mean to me.” 

“Oh, and there’s the face!” Leo said, kissing Logan’s pouted out lip. When the boys stopped laughing Leo sat against him once more. 

“Are you guys really okay with seeing the same sights again?” 

“Bien sûr, mon amour, toujours.” 

“Um, I would want to go anywhere with you,” Finn said. “And besides, I love watching you look at things!” 

“What does that even mean?” Leo asked with a yawn, pulling Finn toward him. 

“Lo knows what I mean.” Yeah, Logan did. The big blue eyes getting somehow even larger with wonder. The look of awe, mouth slightly open. The grin when he pointed something out to one of them. Sharing an interesting fact with an excited tone. The joy on his face from learning something new. 

A few minutes later, Leo was drifting off on his chest, breaths evening out. 

“Tell me again why we can’t have our honeymoon here?” Finn said, smiling over Leo’s head at him. 

“Um, maybe because we already had our honeymoon?” 

“Mmm.” Finn said. “Our second honeymoon then?” 

“Not sure that’s how it works.” 

“Well then, our anniversary?” 

Leo made a sound from his chest. They both looked down at him, unsure if those were actual words. 

“Quoi, beurre?” 

“Other countries, too.” The heavily southern accented voice spoke, muffled. “Have… bucket list.” 

“Well, our sunshine has spoken!” Finn says, leaning down so he was also against Logan’s chest, kissing Leo on the forehead, then stretching to get nuzzle into Logan’s neck. “We’ll visit all the countries for you, Le.” 

“Tout pour vous, Le.”

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Happy Father's day to the Cubs! This is my first Sweater Weather-inspired fic! Getting prepared for O'Knutzy week! All credit goes to lumosinlove for their wonderful universe and amazing characters (thanks for giving me hours upon hours of free entertainment!)

For context: This takes place after Finn and Leo have retired. Finn is a professor and Leo is a stay-at-home dad for their daughter. Logan still plays hockey with the Lions!

Also on ao3!

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think! Enjoy!

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“Papa!” They were in downtown Gryffindor, meeting up with Logan after his morning practice and before he had to get back for his game. But Logan wasn’t with them yet. And their eleven-month-old daughter was calling for him. 

Finn glanced at the almost one-year-old in his arms, who was doing a grabby-hand gesture behind him. 

“I’m not Papa, Punkin’!” Leo said as he smiled at her and kissed her on the head. 

“Dada, Papa!” She said it with more force now, glancing at Finn and then back at Leo.

“We’re gonna see Papa really soon. We’re meeting him for lunch. Is that what you’re saying, Margo?” Finn guessed. The girl just looked at him, a little frustrated. 

“Daddy, Papa!” She said, lurching on Finn’s shoulder toward Leo. He grabbed her under the arms, swinging her around until she was perched on his hip. 

“We’ll see him soon, hon. Are you excited?” 

“Papa!” Margo cried, face crumpling as they crossed the street and continued on. Finn gave a small glance behind, wondering if someone looked like Logan behind them, but he couldn’t see anyone that resembled him. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Here, Le,” he grabbed the diaper bag that Leo was trying to shuffle around now that he had Margo in his arms. 

There were honks and a screech of bus breaks and Margo was once again distracted. 

Finn supposed Margo had been extra clingy recently. But it mostly tended toward Leo, who she was with the most. If Leo even left a room in their house, her face would crumple and she would shriek either until he came back or until she had cried herself out. This, they had read, was normal for babies her age. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier for any of them. 

This "separation anxiety” often extended to Logan and Finn, too. She had cried just that morning when Logan was leaving for practice, giving her a kiss on her yogurt-filled cheek. He had tried to be sneaky, but she still caught him giving Finn a goodbye kiss before walking toward the door. She had started screeching, holding out her arms for him. Finn’s heart had broken at the downcast look on Logan’s face. A look that was often reflected on Finn’s own face when he had to leave in the morning accompanied by Margo’s cries. She wanted her family all together. Finn knew the feeling. 

Logan had come back in for another kiss and a ruffle of her hair. “I’m meeting you for lunch. Just a few hours, ma petite fraise, I promise.” 

Margo had only stopped ten minutes later when Finn had whisked her off for a morning bath after blueberries had somehow ended up in her red curls.  

“Papa!” She said again, as they turned another corner, Finn now hand-in-hand with Leo. “Papa!” She pointed behind them. Finn chanced a glance back once again. 

“Where do you see Papa, love?” Finn asked. Then he spotted something that made him let out a snort. On the streetlamps behind them were banners with pictures of the Gryffindor Lions players in front of the team’s very familiar logo. Sure enough, the one she was pointing to had Logan, looking a little intense and giving a half-smirk. 

“Look, Le, she’s right! Oh, what a photogenic boy we chose!” Leo glanced where Finn was pointing as they stepped out of the path of the people walking behind them.  

“Would you look at that? Didn’t even notice!” Then he turned to Margo. “You see a picture of Papa?” 

“Oui, Papa!” Margo said, looking pleased that they understood her now, bouncing on Leo’s hip. “Big Papa!”  

“This is too cute,” Finn said as he pulled out his phone and gestured for Leo to stand a little to the left with Margo. He probably looked like a tourist, and his past New Yorker self cringed a bit. 

After snapping a few photos, Finn turned on the video. First on himself. 

“Thought she was just calling for you, turns out you’re famous!” 

He flipped the video to show Margo and Leo with the big sign of Logan behind them. 

“Point to Papa, Margs!” She flopped her head back to look up and pointed once again. 

“Papa!” 

He sent the video to their Cubs group chat. 

“Ready for lunch, you two?” 

“Starving,” Leo said, taking Finn’s hand once again. 

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They were nestled in a booth in the back of the restaurant, Margo’s highchair already empty after she had squealed when Leo had tried to set her down. Leo held her up as she stood on his knees, bouncing herself. 

“Dow, Daddy!” She said, pointing at the floor. Although she hadn’t started walking independently yet, she was a quick crawler and loved to practice. 

“No, honey. Not here, love.” The waitress came over as Margo continued wriggling on his lap, now looking at another family across the restaurant. 

“Anything to drink? Ready to order?” 

“We’re still waiting on someone, but we’ll all take water. Thanks!” Finn said, cheerful as ever. 

“Papa!” Margo called again, a little softer than when they were outside, pointing across the restaurant. Finn looked over and Leo turned to glance behind him, as well. But Logan wasn nowhere in sight. 

“Where, love? I don’t see Papa here.” It was quiet again as Finn checked his phone for Logan’s location and the waitress brought glasses of water to the table. 

“Papa!” Margo shrieked again. The waitress glanced over and her eyes crinkled in a smile. 

“Aw, are you here with your Papa, dear?” Margo didn’t even glance at the woman, now pointing behind her again.

“Just waiting on him, actually,” Finn said, giving a classic O’Hara grin. 

“I’ll be back in a bit for your orders, dears,” the woman said, walking to another table. 

“Still don’t see him, Margo. Looks like he’ll be here in a few minutes, though,” Finn said, showing her his phone. She made a grab for it, but Finn laughed and pulled it out of her reach. 

“Maybe not my phone. Do you want a toy? How about your froggy? Then maybe you’ll let go of your death grip on your Daddy’s hair, huh?” Leo grinned as he untangled the tiny hand from his strands and Finn rustled through the diaper bag. He handed over Margo’s frog toy that she loved to chew on. 

“Want to look at your book, too?” Margo made grabby hands at Finn again and he handed over a board book, which Leo opened and began reading to her, pointing at the ducks on the logs. 

Leo was just finishing up reading to her when there was another screech of “Papa!,” this time with a wriggling. The next moment, Margo disappeared from his lap as tan arms picked her up. There were shrieking giggles as Logan attacked her face with kisses. He leaned down and gave Finn a few kisses, then he slid in next to Leo, kissing around his face now. 

“Okay, okay. What are you, a dog?” Leo said, laughing. 

“Just happy to see mon famille.” 

“We missed you, especially Margs. She’s been calling for you since we left home,” Leo said, patting the back of her head softly. 

“Oh, did you miss me, my Margaret?” Margo looked content now that she had all her dads around her. She grabbed for a straw wrapper on the table, which promptly ended up in her mouth. 

“Did you see the video?” Finn asked excitedly, reaching over and pulling the wrapper out. “No, Margo, yucky.” 

Logan smiled, handing the frog toy to her instead, with an accompanying ribbit. 

“I did. C’est adorable. I showed it to the team, too, and I got to do one of my favorite things. Brag about my baby!” 

“Of course,” Finn said, smiling at them from across the table.

“How was practice then? Ready for the game?” Leo asked, interested in the Lions’s chance tonight. 

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As they were finishing up their meal, Margo started getting fussy. She and Finn had both finished their lunch, so Finn offered to hold her for a bit, bouncing her as they waited for the other two to finish their meals. 

“Bout time for your nap, huh?” Logan asked Margo as he handed over the frog toy once again, which got pushed away as Margo whined.

“Think so,” Leo said, yawning. 

“Oh, is it Knutty nap time as well?” Logan said, putting an arm around Leo and pulling him closer. Leo slumped slightly against him, setting his head on Logan’s shoulder. 

“You know what they say, sleep when the baby sleeps!” Finn said before Leo could protest. 

“I think that’s only for the first few months,” Leo muttered from where he had closed his eyes and tilted his head back. 

“You're so tense, mon soliel.” Logan said, and Finn noticed he was now rubbing Leo’s shoulders. 

On Finn’s lap, Margo started crying in earnest. He was about to get up to walk her around a bit when she suddenly stopped.

“Papa!” She had snapped out of her crying and was once again grinning and pointing, behind Leo and Logan.

“Oui, mon chou? Want to come here?” Logan asked, holding his hands out. But Margo wasn’t staring at him, and was pointing behind his shoulder. Logan said something in French, glancing behind himself. 

“Papa!” She clapped her hand, then called out. “Cap!” Leo stared between them.

“A cat? Do you see a cat somewhere? Un chat?”

“Cap! Cap!”

“Cap? What do you mean, sweetheart?” Finn tried, trying to look where she was pointing. “What do you see?” 

“Papa!” Margo said, glancing at Finn and then pointing again. This time, he followed her gaze and caught sight of what she was pointing at. When he noticed, he laughed once again. 

“Oo-ways, Margs. Papa!” Leo and Logan looked at him like he was crazy, both cringing at his attempted French. He rolled his eyes. He had said it just like they did. “Oh, and Cap, too, huh?” 

He watched as the restaurant TV played moments of a hockey game, interspersed with clips of an interview with both Logan and Sirius. It seemed that they were playing some sort of promotional video for the game that night. He could see Logan’s bright green eyes from here, as TV Logan patted Sirius on the back, laughing. Finn felt himself soften a bit, and he gestured toward the TV when he caught the real-life green eyes staring at him in confusion. 

Logan looked behind him, watched the TV for  moment, and then groaned as his face once again filled the screen.  

“Forgot I did that.” 

“Can’t escape your face in this city, huh?” Leo asked. 

“Not that we’re complaining!” Finn said, winking at Logan, who was now a little red. Logan ignored them and instead looked at Margo. 

“You’re so smart, mon chou, noticing things that we didn’t. And recognizing Uncle Cap, too.” 

“Cap!” Margo said, smiling. 

“Here, Marguerite, say hi to Cap!” Logan took out his phone and recorded, asking “who do you see on the TV, Margo?” 

“Papa!” 

“And who else?” 

“Pos,” she said, bouncing again. Logan glanced behind him before bursting out laughing. Finn followed his gaze as Logan shifted the camera to the TV screen that now showed James being interviewed, hair as askew as ever. 

“So smart, punkin’!” Leo said, taking a small hand in his and wiggling it. “You know so many names! And you know just how to make Sirius jealous! You’re gonna get your Uncles competing to see whose name you’ll say now. Already have them wrapped around your little finger, huh?” 

Sure enough, the next time they visited the team, Sirius and James spent a whole ten minutes cooing at Margo, trying to get her to say their names. Instead, she let out a squeal and a “Woops!” as Remus walked into the room, earning him two glares and two 20 dollar bills shoved grumpily into his hands by James and Sirius.

[luna-azzurra]

Chaotic gremlin best friends!!

⟢ "I need an alibi for Tuesday." - "What time." - "You didn't ask what I did." - "What time."

⟢ "Hypothetically." - "No." - "You didn't hear the question." - "Hypothetically no."

⟢ "I did something." - "Scale of one to ten." - "Depends who's asking." "Me." - "Seven." - "Police." - "Four." - "God." - "Thirteen."

⟢ "We need to leave."- "Why." - "I'll explain in the car." - "Why." - "I'll explain in a different country."

⟢ "This is your fault." - "You literally came up with the idea." - "I have bad ideas all the time, you're not supposed to DO them."

⟢ "Okay hear me out." - "My lawyer has advised me not to hear you out." - "You don't have a lawyer." - "I'm getting one specifically for conversations with you."

⟢ "Nobody got hurt." - "Physically." . "Nobody got physically hurt." - "Yet." - "Nobody has gotten physically hurt yet, which is a win."

⟢ "I have a type." - "Yeah?" - "People who are bad for me and you specifically." - "That's not a type that's a pattern." - "Same thing."

⟢ "What's the worst that could happen." - "I have a list. It's laminated. I made it specifically for when you say that."

⟢ "Rate my decision making." - "Historically or right now." - "Both." - "Zero. Consistent zero across the board."

⟢ "You're the only person I trust." - "I dropped your birthday cake last year and told you it arrived like that." - "Yeah but you still got me a cake."

⟢ "I need your honest opinion." - "It's bad." - "You didn't see it yet." - "I've met you. It's bad."

⟢ "Why do you even keep me around." - "Honestly? Entertainment. And you're warm in winter."

⟢ "I wasn't thinking." - "First time for everything." - "I resent that." - "Statistically valid though."

⟢ "On a scale of fine to not fine." - "Remember that time in Prague." - "We don't talk about Prague." - "That fine."

⟢ "Nobody panic but." - "I'm already panicking." - "I haven't said anything yet." - "I know you. I'm getting ahead of it."

⟢ "Promise you won't be mad." - "Absolutely not, that's a trap and I won't fall for it."

⟢ "I have good news and bad news." - "Good news first." - "The car is fine." - "And the bad." - "Define car."

⟢ "You're my emergency contact." - "I know." - "You're listed as my next of kin." - "I know." - "You're also listed as my therapist, my lawyer, and my spiritual advisor." - "I know." - "Do you want to talk about that." - "Nope." - "Cool."

⟢ "I'm a responsible adult."- "You once called me crying because you got your sleeve caught in a door and didn't know what to do." - "I was panicking." - "For forty minutes." - "It was really stuck."

⟢ "I regret everything." - "No you don't." - "No I don't but I feel like I should." - "Same honestly."

[maestro030403]

Literally Regulus and Barty

[oknutzy-week-2026]

Taking bingo card word suggestions now for O’Knutzy Week 2026! O’Knutzy Week 2026 will be July 6-12! @lumosinlove thank you for these characters!

O’Knutzy Week 2026 Word Suggestions

You can either list words or drop words individually for suggestions!

[iluvchick3nz]

Finn made a noise in the back of his throat. “Enough of that question.” He hooked his chin over Logan’s shoulder to look Leo in the eyes. “You’re just too gorgeous. We can’t resist you

THE IDEA OF LEO BEING RELUCTANT TO ACCEPT COMPLIMENTS OR AFFECTION BREAK MY HEART

As promised, the bombardment continues!

This was a very interesting prompt to work with, because you can be reluctant to accept love for a myriad of reasons. And there is a huge difference between accepting love and affection, and accepting and being confident in your sexual orientation, which Leo seems pretty sure of (as far as we can interpret from SW, C2C, and Vaincre). If this is you, I understand it's difficult, and you're not alone. Your FinnLo is out there waiting (if that's the relationship you desire, of course)!

Enjoy some Lovernut appreciation! All credits to @lumosinlove <3

Leo hummed quietly to himself as he turned onto the sidewalk. Viv had made a fresh back of ciabatta, and had texted him this morning to come down to the bakery and grab some for sandwiches that week. His boys had kissed him goodbye as they went for a run and he had begun a slow meander down to the park and then the bakery, enjoying the peace of the Gryffindor summer morning. He smiled as he walked back the long way through the park again, watching as the ducks quacked softly in the pond. Their chicks were still young, retaining some of their fluffy feathers, and he broke off a bit of bread to toss to them. They ruffled their feathers and approached him, waddling slowly over to where he was standing on the water’s edge. He cooed softly at them and then stood, leaving them to their snacks. As he was walking away, a sharp whistle sounded behind him.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” a voice called.

Leo rolled his eyes and turned around to see his boys jogging slowly up to him. Finn was smirking sharply as Logan laughed beside him. For the last few meters, Finn sped up and launched himself at Leo, laughing, wrapping him up in his arms and pressing a slightly sweaty kiss to his cheek. “Nutter butter baby!” he sing-songed.

Leo was blushing and a little sheepish. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna cause a scene.”

Finn just gripped his waist and picked him up off the ground slightly, leaving him suspended in the air for a few seconds. His teeth were spread in a bright white smile. “Just let me love you, baby.”

Leo felt his face heat up even more and he ducked his chin with a grin. “Fish-”

“Uh uh,” Finn said. “Nope, none of that.” He set Leo back on the ground and opened up his other arm for Logan to tuck himself against their sides. They were both smiling at him lovingly, Logan’s head against Finn’s shoulder. Finn reached up to stroke Leo’s hair. “We get to love you wherever we want, nutty baby. You’re just too pretty.”

“Oh, stop that-”

“Non,” Logan cut in. He kneaded the skin of Leo’s hip with one of his hands. “Finn’s right. You’re just too pretty.” He stood up on his toes to kiss Leo soundly, and Leo felt warmed through and through. “The prettiest boy in the world.”

***

Finn watched Leo laughing with the tiny older lady in the grocery store, helping her to reach the zucchini and arugula that were placed on the higher shelves. She commented on his height, then on his strength, which got him blushing good-naturedly. His accent was always stronger with strangers, a lot of ‘yes sirs’ and ‘yes ma’ams’ accompanied with his bashful small talk. He wasn’t as outgoing as Finn, not by a long shot, but he was charming, particularly with elderly people, and was always willing to help. Finn leaned his forearms against their shopping cart and smiled adoringly.

“There you go, ma’am,” Leo said, placing the final bag of vegetables in her basket. “Can I help you reach anything else? You need me to carry something out to your car for you?”

She laughed. “No, dear, but you’re sweet.” She shook her basket and patted his arm. “Just needed a few extra things my husband forgot to get me the other day. I’m off to find some breadcrumbs. You have a lovely day!”

Leo smiled brightly at her. “You, too, ma’am.” He waved her off, then turned to Finn. “Sorry about that honey. What were we looking for, some squash- mph.”

Finn had taken Leo’s face between his palms and kissed him gently, in long, slow strokes that made his body tingly. When he pulled back, Leo was smiling, a bit embarrassed and flushed, and Finn leaned in to kiss him softly once more. “I love you so much, baby,” he whispered. “You’re so good.”

“Oh,” Leo said. He shrugged and blushed even more. “That’s very sweet, thank you.”

“Hey,” Finn urged. He kissed Leo once more, rubbing a palm gently up and down his side. “You are good. You’re so good, and helpful, and kind, sunshine. Lo and I love that about you, okay?”

“Okay,” Leo replied. He rested his forehead on Finn’s shoulder briefly. “I love you.”

“Love you so much.” Finn scratched his scalp a few times then looked at the list in his hand. “Squash time? Then some peppers.”

Leo lifted his still-blushing face from the crook of Finn’s neck. “Yeah,” he said, kissing Finn’s cheek. “Squash time.”

***

Leo looked gorgeous in the golden hour light, Logan thought, tall and tan in the dying summer sun. They’d gone to the local courts to shoot some evening hoops, and now Finn was over at one of the stands in the park getting them some ice cream. Leo’s phone had rung and  he had excused himself to talk to Regulus about their plans to go to an amusement park the next day. He was laughing, his head thrown back and his curls long and wild. He had taken his shirt off, too, while playing basketball, and had yet to put it back on. Logan roved his eyes over his body greedily, trying to forever internalize the feeling he got just from looking at him. Leo caught his eye briefly, waving with a wide smile, before saying goodbye to Regulus and hanging up the phone. Really, Leo smiling was a feat that should be illegal: his dimples were deep, his teeth white as snow, and his eyes so bright they could light up the darkest room. Logan sucked in a breath and walked up to him.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Leo said. “Sorry, I was just talking to Reg. I’ll be taking one of the cars early in the morning, if that’s okay?”

Logan didn’t say anything, just gripped the back of Leo’s hair and pulled him down into a kiss. Leo made a startled noise, but quickly settled into it, cupping Logan’s hips gently with his hands. Logan sighed, his body listing into Leo’s, his kisses deep and sloppy and, more than anything, irrevocably in love. 

When they pulled back, Leo’s brow was furrowed, as if trying to chase Logan’s mouth, but he was smiling. “What was that for, sweetheart?”

“Because I love you.” Logan tilted his head. “Why do you always ask that?”

Leo took a surprised breath, but didn’t have the chance to say anything as Finn approached with their ice cream. “Okay, I got a couple for us to share: chocolate and Moose Tracks, your favorites, babes.” He stopped talking abruptly upon looking at their faces. “What’s wrong, what’s happening?”

Logan just pulled Leo closer. “Was just asking Le why he’s always so surprised.”

Finn was confused. “Surprised by what?”

“When you show me affection,” Leo said warily.

Finn looked between the two of them before settling his eyes on Leo. “Are you surprised when we show you affection? I didn’t think you were.”

“Non.” Logan shook his head. “Like, when we surprise him with it. When we don’t… je ne sais pas-”

“When there’s no reason for it,” Leo finished for him. He took a deep breath. “It surprises me when you show me affection when there’s no reason for it.”

Finn looked a little shocked and he set their ice cream down on a picnic table beside them. “What- we need a reason for it? Baby, the reason is because we love you, I- do you feel like you only deserve affection when you- when you’ve earned it?”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek, eyes nervous and flitting around the park. His red cheeks and silence were all Finn and Logan needed.

“Whoa,” Finn said. His voice was a little panicked. “Whoa, Le, baby, that’s not true.” He took Leo’s face in his hands to force him to look at him. “That’s not true.”

“Soleil,” Logan said. Leo’s pulse was fast underneath his thumb. “Why do you think that?”

“I don’t know.” Leo’s voice was small and timid. He rolled his eyes at himself. “I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

“Is it Jack?” Logan asked, voice low. He couldn’t help but see red. “Did he make you feel that way?”

“I- maybe. Yeah, probably.” Leo took a shaky breath. “He only ever showed me affection if I did the right thing for him.”

“The right thing?” Finn asked. 

“Like,” Leo started. He was clutching at Logan’s lower back as if to gound himself. “Like, if I helped him with homework. Or if I didn’t touch him in public. Just doing things by his terms and his rules is what got me affection, so I guess…” He paused, looking down at his feet. “I guess I feel I need to earn it. To deserve it somehow.”

Finn sharply inhaled and brushed Leo’s cheek with his nose. “Oh, my love,” he whispered. Logan looked up. Finn only called them each that in the most delicate moments, and only ever in private. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry he made you feel that way, but that’s not true with us. You don’t have to do anything for us to love you- we love you for who you are, sweetheart.”

“Ouais,” Logan agreed softly. He tucked his face into Leo’s chest. “Mon coeur, mon soleil. Je t’aime, I love you just as you are. Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime.”

Leo let out a defeated breath and rested his head on top of Logan’s. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Finn said firmly, shaking his head hard. “No apologies. We’ll make sure to tell you more, make sure to do more, to let you know how much we want you. Just for you. We want you just as you are, nothing more, nothing less.” He kissed Leo’s blushing cheek. “You are perfect for us just the way you are, Le.”

“Parfait,” Logan whispered with a kiss to Leo’s bare skin. “Tu es parfait pour nous.”

“I love you,” Leo said. He pulled back and kissed them each gently. They didn’t stray far from one another, Logan and Finn with their arms around Leo’s body and Leo with an arm around each of them. “I’ll… I’ll work on being better at accepting love, I think. I want it- I like it.”

Finn smiled up at him. “Good, baby.” He bit at Leo’s neck. “Because I plan on giving you a lot of it.”

“Moi aussi,” Logan said. “Moi aussi, mon coeur. You deserve all the love.”

Leo just smiled, then nodded to their ice cream. “Let’s eat this before it melts. I didn’t just bear my feelings to then let my Moose Tracks become a soup.”

“Ouais,” Logan laughed. “That’d be a shame.”

“C’mere, lovers,” Finn told them. He sat down at the picnic table and held up a singular spoon with a mischievous grin. “I’ll even feed it to you.” 

Logan and Leo laughed, sitting beside one another across from Finn and accepting spoonfuls of slightly melted ice cream on their tongues. It turned Leo’s kisses sweet and chocolatey, and Logan couldn’t get enough. When they eventually finished it all, Finn and Logan made a big show of kissing his cheeks before grabbing their backpacks and making their way back to their apartment.

The entire way, Finn and Logan had their arms wrapped around Leo’s waist and Logan, for one, didn’t want to move ever again. He smiled and leaned against Leo’s shoulder as the city got darker, watching as Leo accepted periodic kisses to his neck by Finn and turned to press his nose into Leo’s bicep. And when they eventually got into bed, showered and in pajamas, Logan laid himself on top of Leo’s body and watched as Finn watched them both, a palm rubbing up and down Logan’s side and the fingers of his other hand in Leo’s hair. Leo was gazing back at him, quiet, but eyes a shining blue in the dark.

“I’m so lucky,” Finn whispered. “You’re so gorgeous.” He kissed each of their foreheads gently before laying his head on his pillow with a gentle smile. “Gonna give you all the loving.”

“Ouais,” Logan sighed. He closed his eyes and nestled into Leo’s chest. “Ouais, mes amours. All the love. All the love for you always.”

Then they fell into their most contented sleep of the summer, a loving tangle of limbs and bodies, with no alarm set for the morning.

[lumosinlove]

Knut in the stands of course, watching Tremblay play along side the coach they share, Finn O’Hara…You rarely see one without the others, isn’t that right? Some whispers going on there.

[lumosinlove]

same arms but they hold you in a new way