SeldomSplendid

Allison | she/her | 22 | AO3: SeldomSplendid | main blog: @alsoknownasallison | I generally write marauders stuff, but I stray occasionally!

[seldomsplendid]

Hearts and Homes

Pairing: O'Knutzy

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Leo is home for Christmas with his boys and his mother has given them the very important job of helping her make Christmas cookies. Something feels different, though.

CW for holiday and food mentions

Thank you to the wonderful @lumosinlove for creating these characters!

Leo's childhood home was warm around this time of year. Warm in the way the incandescent bulbs threw a soft glow across rooms (The LEDS just aren't the same Le), warm from the coastal breeze fluttering through windows, but mostly warm because of preheating ovens. 

His mother had gone all out again this year. Every year since Leo could hold a wooden spoon, Eloise Knut had him mixing cookie dough. The only difference this year was the amount of bakers. 

Finn and Leo bobbed amongst a sea of cookie trays covering kitchen counters. Finn was in the ugliest Christmas sweater one could find, and Logan kept making little disgusted faces every time the blinking Santa Claus on said sweater broke into another verse of Jingle Bells. Though, Lohan did have flour on his face that Finn had yet to mention, so, payback. 

His mother hummed along to the radio as she tossed even more ingredients into the Kitchen Aid. It all felt familiar to Leo; it was home after all, but he couldn't shake a small desire in the back of his mind for snowfall behind the New York City skyline and Canadian cabins up to their eaves in snow. It was an adjustment, to say the least, not a bad one, just one he hadn't been expecting. 

"What's going on in that head of yours, Pumpkin?"

Leo snapped his head up from where he had been staring intently at a sheet of dough rolled out on the counter. 

"It's warm." 

"It is not! It's fifty degrees out; got out my thick socks for today." 

Leo gave his mother a cheeky look. 

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you say that," Finn said. He was on oven duty and strictly oven duty. Logan was allowed to touch the dough under supervision. He was currently attempting to cut little gingerbread men that looked like the three of them. It was cute. It made something settle right behind Leo's sternum. 

"Oh, like you have anything to talk about." Logan poked Finn in the chest with a whisk. 

"I'll have you know, NYC winters–!" 

"So, it's warm." Leo turned back to Eloise as Finn and Logan devolved into increasingly nonsensical bickering. 

"Yeah. It's warm." 

Eloise gave him a look like she already had it all figured out. She probably did. 

"Oh, he's gone all northern on me already. Wistfully dreaming of a white Christmas in the New Orleans sun. The best I have is confetti pumpkin; hope it's enough." 

Leo laughed, and his mother smiled. He was seven years old again, stealing chocolate chips off the counter, laughing when he got caught, his mother laughing too.

They settled into a bout of comfortable silence after that. Something was still niggling at the back of Leo's mind, though. 

"It's just…" 

Eloise looked up, now rolling out her famous peppermint mocha cookie dough. 

"Yes?" 

"This is home." 

"Yes." 

"This has always been my home." 

"...Yes." 

"It's not like it doesn't feel like home this time. It's just that…" 

Eloise looked at him and smiled that knowing smile. 

"What?" 

Eloise shrugged. "Didn't say anything." 

"You're up to something." 

"I am! I'm making cookies!" 

"Mama."

Eloise chuckled. "You're in love, sweetheart." 

"...Okay? But-" 

"Oh, sugar, it's simple. Home isn't really a place. It's just love." She picked up a silver cookie cutter and started pressing out shapes. "So, in that way, New Orleans is home because it's where Dad and I's love for you lives." 

The radio across the kitchen slowly faded to the next song. 

I'll be home for Christmas…

"A home, by the way, that you will continue to visit periodically til the end of time. I'll create new holidays to celebrate if I have to-"

"Of course, I'll always come back, Mama." 

Eloise patted his cheek with a floury hand. "Anyways, but New Orleans isn't the only place where love for you lives anymore, is it?" She tilted her head towards where Logan was taking pictures of Finn attempting to balance spoons on his nose. 

"And the people that hold that love for you, bless their heart, love the cold and snow. And so, home now isn't just the New Orleans sun. It's a little colder." 

Leo could almost feel things finally slot into place in his mind. They had always been there, the strings that tugged his heart North, South, and East. He had always thought one direction would win out, but he was wrong. They enabled his heart to stretch farther across state lines and biomes, rivers and lakes, cities and farms. Home had just gotten bigger, stretching out its limbs, settling into the comfort of having more room to breathe. 

Leo held back a few wayward tears that threatened to well up.

"I miss thirty-degree weather," he said with shock and awe. 

Eloise shook her head. "Lord, help us." 

Leo laughed at the same time a telltale Ding! sounded from the oven. 

"The cookies!" Finn yelped before putting on comically large oven mitts and racing towards the oven. He took out a tray of sugar cookies and started to place them on the wire racks. Logan wandered over to where Leo was working and rested his head on Leo's shoulder. 

"What are we talking about?" 

"The cold." 

"Oh! We should absolutely ask Noelle if she'd be up to trade weeks for the family cabin next month. Maybe we could go ice fishing." 

Leo looked at his mother.

"Don't look at me, you picked him." 

Leo trembled with barely contained laughter.

"Quoi? It will be fun, Soleil, I promise." 

Finn walked over, making little Ah! Ooh! noises as he gently tossed a cookie back and forth between both hands. 

"Here, Le, taste. We need to know if it's Knapproved." 

Leo leaned forward and took a bite out of the same sugar cookie his mother had been baking since he could talk, but it tasted a little different this time. 

It still tasted like boat rides and summer heat, but it also tasted like peppermint tea and long drives. It tasted like sleepy mornings and playoff wins and bookshops. It tasted like something impossible. It tasted like the simplest thing on Earth. 

Even though Leo's love stretched across country borders, it somehow managed to all fit in that small kitchen then, tucked into the corners and squeaky cabinets. 

"It's good."

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O’Knutzy Week Day 1!!!!!

I’m not late because I said so also time is a concept. A huge thank you to @oknutzyweek2023 for organizing this fest and to the lovely @lumosinlove for the creation of these characters!!! 

Day 1 Prompt: Smile 

CW for mentions of food/drink and depictions of internalized homophobia/negative self talk

When Logan was four years old smiles were as simple as breathing. He was all scraped knees and grubby fingers, trailing behind his three (which comes after two and before five…he thinks) older sisters. All he knew was dress up and pirates and that was enough for him.  

He had lost his first tooth last Tuesday, La Petite Souris had reimbursed him kindly with several shiny new coins. He had run down the stairs with them clasped in his hand and shouted “Look!” at his maman. His cheeks were round and rosy, indents from the pillowcase still stretching across them, and smiling so hard it almost hurt. There was still blue on his lips from where he had accidentally drawn on his mouth with a marker while rubbing his eye and his mouth made a faint whistling sound when he exhaled through his teeth. His maman smiled back. And that was how life worked at four. 

Smiling was a language like French or English. On humid summer days in France, he and his sisters would sit on sticky hardwood floors and sound out vowels through box fans. The giggles and smiles were I love yous, just with fewer syllables. His sisters forced him into dresses and called him gross, but it was okay. They smiled at him like he was theirs forever and he trusted them enough to know it was true. 

Smiles were opening presents on Christmas and jumping through the sprinkler outside. They were storytime and birthday cakes and good night kisses. They were stitched onto his favorite stuffed animals and frozen in time in pictures covering the wall on their stairway. 

One time he snuck out of bed to sit on the stairs and watch TV through the railing over the backs of his parents’ heads. The man on the TV looked sad and said a lot of big words. He didn’t smile much, he said something about life not making sense. Logan didn’t understand that. Living was about love and love was where home was and home was where he smiled most. 

There was a creak from behind him and when he turned around he saw Noelle smiling while holding her finger up to her mouth with a silent shh. Logan smiled back when she sat down next to him. Yeah, it all seemed pretty simple to him. 

___

At thirteen years old the world was not simple. It was messy and confusing, it was like someone had paint splattered across walls and asked him what the shapes spelled out. Logan didn't know, and they would smile. But not the smiles that he was used to, no, smiles were different now. 

Smiles could be sharp, pointed weapons. Looks shared between boys with letterman jackets across the halls, the ringing laughter after a slam against lockers. Dirty jokes, ego, us vs. them politics, mental gymnastics, I know you are but what am I?, thinly veiled insults, banter, and “locker room talk.” 

There was a sense of panic building up inside Logan that he couldn’t pinpoint. He smiled along, though he could feel it not reaching his eyes. Did they see it not reaching his eyes? Is his hair weird? His shirt feels too small, why’d he wear this today? Purple is a stupid color. Stupid. This is stupid. He’s stupid. 

He walked into his algebra class and sat down next to some boy he didn't recognize with a huff. 

“Bad day?” 

Logan’s head snapped to look at him. “Huh?” 

“I was just wondering if you were okay. You seem…grumpy.” 

And then the boy smiled at him. He smiled. 

His eyes crinkled up at the corners and the freckles on his cheeks stretched out. There was a light that seemed to shine outwards from his irises, his hair looked soft and his jaw was somewhere between round and angular. Logan wanted to reach out and touch, and why did his stomach feel like-? 

Oh. 

Oh no. 

Smiles always had teeth, but they had never bitten until then. Logan didn't smile back, he clenched the feeling between his fists and made it as small as it could be. 

___

Finn was something impossible. He was a broken clock right three times a day, a city with no people, lightning in a bottle, a tsunami with no casualties, dressed in socks with Adidas slides and brown eyes that felt like a sacrament.  

He gave smiles away like old furniture. Here, you’ll get more use out of this than I will. He was unguarded and open and free and if Logan was honest Finn terrified him. Finn was the sun. Logan could already feel his eyes burning, he really should look away, but oh, didn’t it feel so good to be warm?  

Logan was cool green stares with walls miles high surrounding them. But, Finn was well equipped with inside jokes, memorized coffee orders, delirious late nights, no-look passes, adrenaline highs, and shared greasy breakfasts. Finn poked and prodded at the hard shell Logan had so carefully put together over four years. Slowly, piece by piece it wore down, floating like wilted flower petals to the floor. Logan could feel himself loosen, feel the tense muscles relax, his fists unclench. 

At seventeen, inside a rundown frat house, in their messy, poorly decorated room, Logan couldn't help himself. He smiled, but he swore it didn't mean I love you. It didn’t.  

___

Leo was simple. He was like thunder after lightning and the rainbow after a storm. He made sense, slotted into place like he always belonged. He was loud sort of quiet, he had a presence about him that you didn't realize how much room it encompassed until it wasn’t there. 

Leo let Logan talk. Just talk. And the best part is he would listen. Logan felt heard when Leo was around, Finn listened too but sometimes he didn’t understand. Maybe it was because, for Logan, English never seemed to be a good medium for explanation, it always seemed one size too small. Leo understood, though, both in English and French. Leo could read between the lines, sometimes Logan didn't have to say anything at all. And that, that was ecstasy in itself. Logan could get so tired of explaining, sometimes he just wanted to be. 

If Finn was the sun and Logan was the moon, then Leo was the night sky. Vast and all-consuming in a quiet sort of way, comforting like a blanket, pretty to look at. God, was he pretty to look at. 

In a hotel room in a city that Logan had visited several times but never got to know, Leo answered a knock on the door and brought in a tray. He picked a mug up off of it and handed it to Logan. 

“Here, I got you some mint tea.” 

Logan smiled. He couldn’t lie to himself this time, he knew it meant I love you. And didn’t that just make it all the more tragic? 

___

Smiles weren’t as simple as breathing, they were as simple as atoms. They made up everything around Logan and were everywhere. Logan would wake up and smile, eat breakfast and smile, pay taxes and smile. He would stay up late in the night with Leo, fighting with insomnia together and he would wake up sleep deprived and the happiest he's ever been.  Finn would come home from a run sweaty and hug him and it would be gross, and disgusting, and really, Logan should be screaming in terror but, against all odds there he was smiling. 

It was convoluted, but then again, it was the most understandable thing to ever happen. He was right when he was four, smiles meant I love you and there was so much love to give. In the dead of night, in the blazing afternoon, love was exchanged like playground, pinky-swear promises. Logan would keep every one. 

He had been planning it for months, he nearly wore a hole in the rug from the pacing back and forth. He sat in front of them on a blanket in the middle of a field and pushed two small velvet boxes toward each of them, along with letters that bared his soul. He had opted for letters instead of some big speech, he was terrified of not getting the words out right and of switching to French halfway through. Words had always been Finn’s department anyway. 

They both looked back up at him with tears in their eyes.

Logan smiled and said, “I love you.” 

They knew, of course they knew. Logan said it out loud anyway. 

___

The wedding was a summer affair, chairs were set outside by a big tree. Finn had put on sunscreen in preparation. 

“This is a setup” he had said. Logan and Leo had laughed so hard that they almost fell off the bed. 

“I don’t see what’s so funny about it.” It would have sounded serious if Finn wasn’t smiling, and he was smiling. 

After a coughing fit Leo gathered himself enough to say, “You don’t want to marry us outside, Finn?” 

Finn paused at that. He was still smiling but it changed into something soft yet sure, like faith. 

“I’d marry you anywhere and nowhere at all.” 

So it was settled. The wedding would be outside, and if Finn had more freckles on his nose during their honeymoon, it would be a burden Logan and Leo would gladly carry. However, the sunscreen turned out to be unnecessary. Dark clouds had rolled in and rain trickled down around them. 

It was perfect, unexpected, but perfect. Like a child, they loved the moment anyway. There was no world where it could be bad, because it was theirs, and it was them, and they were together, and wouldn’t that always be beautiful? 

They got married in the rain with wet hair in front of all of their friends and family. Their smiles said I do well before their mouths did, and though Leo and Logan would miss Finn’s extra freckles, it was a small sacrifice. 

___

The hospital room was white and smelled sterile. It was much different from the shade of pink that the guest bedroom in their house had been painted. 

Daughter. 

You’re having a daughter. 

Logan had been drowning in shades of pink for four months and he never wanted it to stop. He wanted tea parties, and race cars, and doll houses, and dress up, and pirates, and math homework, and sleepless nights, and play pretend. He wanted it all. He put all of his excited energy into planning the nursery and buying toys. Now, sitting between Finn and Leo in hospital room chairs, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He bounced his leg up and down and tapped his fingers on the armrest, Finn and Leo had grabbed his hands several times to get him to stop. 

Time seemed to stop when the door opened. A nurse walked in holding a bundle of blankets. 

“You ready to hold your baby girl?” 

Before Logan could process, the baby was placed into his arms. She was the tiniest thing he’d ever seen, with a button nose and round cheeks. She fussed a bit, her arms wiggling and feet kicking, and for a moment her eyes opened the smallest amount. 

Two pairs of green eyes met.

And Logan cried.

But mostly he just smiled. 

[seldomsplendid]

Snoop for O’Knutzy Week Day 1!

Smiling was a language like French or English. On the humid summer days in France, he and his sisters would sit on sticky hardwood floors and sound out vowels through box fans. The giggles and smiles were I love you’s, just with less syllables. His sisters forced him into dresses and called him gross, but it was okay. They smiled at him like he was theirs forever and he trusted them enough to know it was true. 

[seldomsplendid]

Begin Again

Pairing: Coops

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Sirius just got his cast off his ankle a week ago and has his first physical therapy session with Remus. He is lovesick and pining. (this takes place before sweater weather and is pre coops) 

Read it on ao3!

This version of Remus and Sirius belong to the lovely mind of @lumosinlove

Content warnings for injuries and recovering from them! 

Remus was like those paintings that you can't look away from in museums. You know the ones that practically drag you by the front of your shirt to stand in front of it. And you stand there, just staring up at it in its entirety, tears rolling down your face for a reason you can't name. The painting reaches out, opening its arms like a mother, and as it caresses your cheek it says, "It's okay, I understand." Remus was like that, he'd make you fall to pieces in a public setting, he'd make you feel whole again with just one glance. 

Sirius watched as Remus flitted about the room gathering materials. He shifted awkwardly on the PT table. His foot didn’t look right out of his cast, he hadn't stopped staring at it since last week when he got his cast off. He hated this, feeling weak. He was nervous, what if he never played the same again, what if he couldn’t play again, what if his skates never fit the same-

“Okay Pads, let’s get started yeah?” Remus looked at him with a soft open smile. 

Remus Remus Remus. His heart beat in time with the syllables. It was dangerous, he felt like he was on a cliff looking down at the drop below. It was deep, he had a long way to fall. He was terrified that everything in him screamed to jump. 

He nodded at Remus, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. Remus walked over to the end of the table, carefully taking off the soft brace that Sirius still had on his ankle. Sirius cringed at the phantom pains that seemed to emanate up his leg. 

Remus noticed, stopping his movements immediately. “Are you okay? That doesn’t hurt right?” 

Sirius blushed, feeling embarrassed. “No! No, it’s just…,” he trailed off, vaguely gesturing at his head. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

A look of understanding crossed Remus’s face. “Ah, your brain is messing with you. That’s okay, phantom pains are very common.” Remus cleared his throat and moved his hand slightly up Sirius’s leg to his shin and reassuringly rubbed his hand back and forth. “If you ever want to stop just let me know okay? If it ever gets hard physically or mentally we’ll stop and take a break. We’ll go at your speed.” 

Sirius blushed harder, bringing his hands up to cover his face. “Ouais okay, sorry that was stupid.” 

“It wasn’t stupid at all, I want you to be comfortable. Can I continue?” 

Sirius dropped his hands into his lap and gave a little nod. When Remus got the brace off, he ran his fingers along Sirius’s ankle and foot, checking the tendons and bones. Sirius tried not to shiver at his touch, he failed. His eyes trailed up Remus’s arm to his face where he could see his caramel lashes fan over the highpoints of his cheek. Remus had a freckle right below his ear, Sirius had never allowed himself to look long enough to notice before. He was looking now. 

Remus turned to look at him. “It looks perfect.” 

“Quoi…oh! Oh, that’s,” Sirius cleared his throat, “that’s good.” 

“Okay, this being our first session we’re going to go easy.” Remus took Sirius’s foot in his hands. “I’m going to warn you, it’s not going to be exactly…comfortable, but if anything hurts, or twinges, or stings you tell me immediately, okay?” Sirius nodded. “Okay, so what I’m going to do first is help you roll your ankle in a slow circle ten times to the left and then ten times to the right, ready?” 

Sirius sucked in a nervous breath, he hadn’t moved his ankle in months, his mind flitted through images of it breaking again upon the first movement and being sent right back to the hospital. He closed his eyes, pushing all the thoughts from his brain, and took a deep breath. This was Remus, he was with Remus, Remus would never let that happen. “Yeah, I’m ready.” 

Remus started to slowly move Sirius’s foot. He was right, it wasn’t comfortable. He felt like his ankle joint had rusted, he could practically hear the groaning of metal as it moved. It freaked him out a little bit. 

Remus seemed to see the slight panic on his face and started talking.   

“So, what do you usually do on Thursday nights at 7PM instead of hanging out with the coolest person you know while he awkwardly touches parts of your body?” Sirius laughed. He laughed like he never knew what sadness was. He laughed like he was alive, the breaths he dragged in after felt like his first. It was silly but he felt reborn in that fluorescent lighting sitting on a slightly sticky padded table. He could feel a page turn, a new chapter beginning. Remus beamed up at him. 

“Oh, you didn’t tell me Pots was here.” Sirius pretended to look around for James. Remus’s mouth dropped open in mock offense. 

“Jeez, tell me how you really feel. But really, what does Gryffindor Lions Captain Sirius Black get up to around this time of night.” 

“Before or after the ankle?” 

Remus shrugged. “Both.” 

Sirius thought for a moment. Remus had switched directions, he hadn’t noticed. “Hmm, well before the ankle I’d usually go down to the basement and skate, do drills, that type of stuff.” 

“You skate in your basement?!” 

“Yeah, I have a synthetic rink.” 

“Oh of course you do, you have a synthetic ice rink in your house. The most normal sentence to say to anybody, very casual.” 

Sirius blushed and bit back a smile. “Shut up! Anyways, now I usually review tape around this time of night.” Remus snorted. “I don’t know what you're laughing at, it's not funny.” Sirius couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he tried. 

Remus peered up at Sirius cheekily. “It’s kind of funny.” 

“You're the worst.” Remus started to laugh out loud. “I want a new physical therapist.” 

“Too bad, you're stuck with me.” 

They fell into a surprisingly comfortable silence after that. Sirius was looking at the ceiling, counting the divots in each tile to keep himself from looking at Remus. He was sure once he looked at him again he’d never be able to stop. After a couple of minutes Remus spoke up again. 

“Do you have any other hobbies that occupy your time?” He sounded genuine now, like he really wanted to know instead of teasing. Sirius knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t. This was a bad idea, he couldn’t look at Remus right now and open up to him. It would be lovely, entirely too lovely, and he would bleed when it inevitably got ripped away from him. Jump, his body screamed, Feel the wind in your hair as you fall. Sirius resisted the urge. What happens when I hit the ground? 

“Sirius?” Sirius closed his eyes at Remus’s voice. He was a goner, he’d been walking towards the edge of that cliff since the moment he saw those kind eyes in that press room. There’s only so long he could prolong the inevitable. Remus was the moon and he pulled Sirius towards him as easily as he would the tides. 

“Drawing,” Sirius coughed lightly, “I like to draw. I’m not good or anything, but I don’t know, I find it…soothing, I guess.” Sirius wound his fingers together, fidgeting in the intimacy of the moment. “I’ve never told anyone that before.” 

Remus was silent for a beat. “I’m honored.” 

He sounded earnest, like he really meant it and Sirius, Sirius was a fool. He looked up and immediately locked eyes with Remus, and those eyes. Remus was the moon, but his eyes were daylight. Sirius could feel the shadows in his mind being chased away under his gaze. It was addictive to feel like he was golden, like when Remus looked at him he sparkled. He wanted to curl up here, in the pooled sunshine Remus placed on the table. He could feel himself take another step towards the edge of the cliff. 

They went through the rest of the exercises with relative ease. Remus kept Sirius laughing and that made it easier, a tension had been worked out of his shoulders by the end of the session without Remus ever having to touch them. Remus handed him sheets of paper explaining his physical therapy workouts to do at home with some resistance bands. He only ribbed Sirius about making sure he actually did the exercises a little as he walked him out of the PT room. 

“You did good today Cap, I’m proud of you.” 

A blush spread over Sirius’s cheek at that. Sirius was favoring his good foot and still walking with a single crutch for support. He didn’t feel like it was something to be proud of, he couldn’t help the bolt of anxiety that suddenly flared up his spine. He caught Remus’s hand when he turned to leave. 

“Loops…what if, what if I don’t get better enough to play again?” Sirius swallowed, his throat felt like sandpaper. 

“I don’t think that’s going to happen, you're recovering beautifully.” 

Sirius closed his eyes, ducking his head a bit. “Okay, but if…if–” 

“If…it turns out you don't get there in the end,…I would still be proud of you.” Sirius’s eyes flashed open in disbelief and wonderment. Remus was smiling at him like it was the simplest truth in the world. “Good night, Cap.” Remus squeezed Sirius’s hand before letting go.

Sirius watched as Remus turned and walked down the hall to leave. “Bonne nuit,” he whispered breathlessly into the empty air. 

When Sirius left the building, he looked up at the moon and smiled.

[seldomsplendid]

I Want You So Bad (It’s Driving Me Mad)

Pairing: O’Knutzy 

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Leo leans in a doorway wearing nothing but a towel after a shower. His boys’ brains break a bit. 

Read it on ao3! 

All characters belong to the lovely @lumosinlove 

Thank you to the hazelnoots on discord!

Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, for 18+ readers only!

Leo stepped out of the shower and slung a towel low around his hips. He was grateful for the little break they had from hockey over the next couple of days. The plane back to Gryffindor from Vegas had been long and tiring. He sighed while brushing his hair back away from his face in the mirror. Leo hated that sticky feeling on his skin planes gave him, he was glad to be rid of it. From the attached bedroom, he could hear the low murmurs of Finn and Logan talking to each other. They seemed to be arguing about which Avenger had the best ass, barely able to get their points out through laughter. Leo smiled. He walked to the doorway where the bathroom and bedroom met, his hands gripping the top of the door frame as he leaned on it.

“I don’t know why this is even a discussion, and it’s definitely Thor.” Sounds of protest started to fill the air and then abruptly stopped when both Finn and Logan turned to look at him. Finn and Logan froze, mouths parted in shock.

“What?” Leo said, looking down at himself trying to see what had caused them to freeze. He looked back up at them to find Finn still frozen, his mouth opening and closing, and Logan who seemed to finally come back to his senses a bit. Logan’s eyes traced a water droplet that Leo could feel racing down his chest and into the place where the ends of the towel joined. His eyes darkened and then he promptly stood up and walked right up to Leo and got on his knees.

“Sweetheart, what- ”

“I just have to-” Logan unwrapped the towel from Leo’s hips and used the ends to pull Leo closer. Logan dragged his mouth over the hard v-line of Leo’s hips while palming his cock. Leo let out a shocked and somewhat strangled moan.

“Oh my god, Lo. ” He could feel Logan’s smirk against his skin. Leo didn’t think he'd ever gotten hard this fast in his life. Logan only waited until Leo was half hard before looking up at him as he took Leo’s cock into his mouth until his nose touched his pelvis. Leo hissed and thread his hands in Logan’s hair, causing Logan to let out a satisfied hum. Logan didn’t break eye contact, continuing to pull back until the tip caught and then using the towel to push Leo’s hips all the way forward over and over again. Leo started to pant and keen when Logan traced his vein with his tongue.

Leo heard a punched-out breath from the bed. “I love my life.” Leo let out a breathy chuckle and looked over at Finn as he started to make his way over to where Leo was. Finn came up behind Leo and started to kiss his neck as his hands rubbed greedily down his abs. Leo’s head lolled to the side. Finn hooked his chin over Leo’s shoulder and looked down at Logan.

“Let me have a turn, Tremblay,” Finn said while tugging at the towel gently. Logan’s eyes snapped open from where they had closed and looked at Finn with a competitive glare as he hummed a warning noise. The noise sent a ripple of electricity up Leo’s spine, causing him to throw his head back and whine.

“Rude.” Finn used his hand in Leo’s hair to pull his head back, kissing over the skin it exposed. “Fine, I guess we’ll just have to share him in another way then.” Finn started kissing down Leo’s back in a long trail as he slowly got to his knees. Finn reached up and pulled the towel out of Logan’s hands and dropped it behind him. Logan protested loudly and attempted to reach around Leo to swat Finn. Logan shot up a disgruntled look at Leo, making him chuckle, before he doubled his efforts, causing Leo to bend slightly at the waist. Finn hummed as he kissed and bit at the backs of Leo’s thighs, reaching up to rub soothing circles on the small of his back.

Finn pulled back a bit. “You smell so good, Peanut” he sighed. He sucked hickeys into the dimples of Leo’s waist and ran his hands down his thighs and all the way up to his ass before squeezing. Leo’s chest heaved and he let out soft, pleased moans. Logan had started to use one of his hands to squeeze Leo’s balls, Leo groaned with the added pleasure. Finn had started to leave soft chaste kisses on his ass before biting down. Leo let out a shout. Finn hummed and spread his cheeks before running a thumb over Leo’s hole. Leo’s breath stopped and he reached out to grab the door frame for support.

Oh god, he's going to-  

Finn licked a long stripe up from his perineum to his hole and then started to suck and kiss at the saltiness there. Leo nearly doubled over, his legs going shaky. Logan caught him at the hips and held him there. They both worked tirelessly at pleasuring Leo, Leo was sure the room had started to spin. He gripped at the door frame frantically for support as his chest heaved with moans and keens. Sweat sheened on his body as he trembled, pleas filled the air. After the dozenth or so time the Finn pushed his tongue inside Leo, he inserted one finger alongside it, in effort to open Leo up. Finn hummed a little at the resistance and pulled back, dropping a kiss on Leo’s ass before patting it.

“Lube.” Finn sighed out. Finn stood up and stumbled to the nightstand while tossing his shirt off to the side. Leo watched as he searched for a bottle grumbling that they needed a new bottle and wandering to their linen closet in the hallway. Logan pushed his hands up Leo’s sides and dragged his nails back down. Leo’s eyes snapped back to Logan’s. Oh, that's new. Logan had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he continued to drag his nails down Leo’s sides, ass, and the back of his thighs. Leo's knees went weak and his mouth opened in a silent moan. Logan slowly pulled off his cock with a pop. He looked up at Leo as he positioned his mouth right below the tip and opened it obscenely, sticking his tongue out towards his chin. Leo’s brain short-circuited a moment before Logan started to jack him off at a feverish speed. Leo's chest rose and fell with each stroke, breaths punching out in moans as looked down at Logan’s open mouth and playful stare. Logan’s strokes only got faster.

“Lo baby, oh Lo. FuckFuckFuckFuck. Oh my God. I love you. ” Leo removed his vice-like grip from Logan’s hair and dragged his hand down to cup his open jaw as he came on his waiting tongue. Leo’s orgasm never seemed to stop, coming in strong, addictive waves that kept his mind reeling. He came back down to see Logan’s smug look as he made a show of swallowing before taking Leo’s cock back in his mouth for a couple of long, dragged-out sucks that made Leo hiss and whine from the overstimulation. Logan pulled off and then smirked smugly over at Finn who was now standing by the bed with a new bottle of lube. Finn walked over and whacked Logan on the head lightly.

“Fuck you Tremblay, I had a plan.” Logan flipped him off with a teasing glare.

“Since when was making me come a competition?” Leo panted.

“Just now,” Finn and Logan chorused. A small fire lit in Leo's lower stomach at the notion.

“Don’t worry Fish, I’m sure we can put that lube to good use still.” Logan stood up on wobbly knees before laying back on the bed and looked up at them both through hooded eyes and long lashes.

“Oh, yeah?” The disgruntled look started to dissipate from Finn’s face as his eyes trailed to Logan’s now open thighs.

“Yeah.” Finn practically jumped on the bed and placed himself between Logan’s thighs as he kissed up his sternum.  

Logan chuckled lightly before sighing contentedly.

Both Finn and Leo turned to look at him. “You coming, Nut?”

Leo had already started towards the bed. “Jesus, I’m not complaining, but what brought this on?” he sidled up towards Logan’s side leaving kisses on his shoulder. Both Finn and Logan stopped what they were doing to look up incredulously at Leo.

“You’re kidding right?” Finn said. “You didn’t put the towel that low on purpose?”

“No? It's just a towel?”

“Merde, is the mirror broken in that bathroom?” Logan scoffed.

“It’s just a towel, there’s no way I looked that good.”

Logan hummed, starting to extract himself from under Finn and pushing Leo onto his back. “ Mmm, but you did. Water was dripping down you, and your hair was all sexy and pushed back-” Logan straddled Leo’s hips and pushed his hands up his chest. “-touching the top of the door frame like it was nothing. And mon dieu, your muscles.” Logan started kissing and biting up Leo’s pecs. “ Et tu étais juste là avec ces putains de jambes-”

“ Hey! You already had your turn!”

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Stay A Little Longer

Pairing: Coops 

Rating: Teen and Up 

Summary: Sirius is at the Dumais Holiday party and wanders off a bit on his own. Remus has a very important question to ask. 

Read it on ao3! 

All characters belong to the very talented @lumosinlove !

Content Warning for mention of holidays and implied sexual content!

The house was warm, the Dumais house always was, especially around the holidays. Right now it was full to the brim with hockey players and family. Sirius could hear the faint laughter pouring through the walls. He missed this. The ability to live with no pressure, to just be. It hit him over dinner while Logan was making him laugh so hard he could barely breathe, he was so happy. 

It was a bit overwhelming, scary even. He let himself wander away a bit, climbing the stairs.  Sirius looked at the picture frames hung along the hallway as he walked through the second floor. Endless photos of the Dumais children and their parents in various poses were sprawled across the walls, creating a very eclectic collage. Sirius chuckled to himself at one where Katie looked to be about three and was wearing five different costumes at once with Tinkerbell sunglasses to match. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his own face and looked closer. It was a photo of him and Remus, a photo that Sirius was pretty sure that neither of them knew was taken. Remus was sitting in his stall while Sirius leaned against its wall and they both were looking at each other with enamored smiles. Sirius flushed a bit as he giddy feeling zinged down his spine. So much has changed in so little time.  He never thought he would be able to have-

A hand shot out of a doorway and dragged him inside. Sirius’s back hit the door after it closed and Remus’s mouth was instantly on his. Sirius hummed happily after the initial shock melted away and cradled the back of Remus’s head. 

“You know you don't have to do this anymore, we’re engaged you could have just asked” Sirius chuckled, sliding his hand down to cup the back of Remus’s neck. 

Remus glared playfully at Sirius. “Someone has to keep you on your toes, Captain. This is way more exciting.” 

“Not that I’m complaining, but you dragged me into this room just so we could make out like some horny teenagers?” 

“....I may have had some ulterior motives.”

“Oh?” 

“I wanted to give you your Christmas present.” Remus stepped away from Sirius and sat on the bed inside the room. It was then that Sirius realized what room they were in. His face broke into a sly grin. 

“Does this gift involve you naked and or in my jersey again?”

“No, but it could involve me in Logan’s t-shirt again if you’re not careful.” Sirius’s smile instantly dropped from his face. Remus laughed. 

Remus patted beside him on the bed. “Come here, sit.” 

“Yes, captain.” 

Remus playfully rolled his eyes. Sirius sat down and Remus took his hand. 

He was silent for a moment before saying, “I love you, endlessly. I never thought I could have you and I am so thankful that I am able to every day. I know I’m kinda late to this but I could not live with myself if I didn’t do this so…” Remus pulled a small black box out of his pocket and flipped it open. Inside was a half gold half silver ring with the words mon étoile engraved on the inside. 

Remus gave a small, shy smile. “Marry me?” 

Sirius’s eyes welled up with tears. “ I- But we’re already engaged?” 

Remus gave a small shrug. “You deserve to be proposed to too.” A cheeky smile spread across his face. “Plus I had to one up you.”

Sirius let out a watery laugh. “Oui, oui. Mon dieu, oui.” 

Remus’s face lit up. They struggled to put the ring on several times through kisses as they fell back onto the bed. Sirius never thought he would be able to have this, thank god he was proven wrong.

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would you write something about the cubs where leo gets hurt? nothing too serious!! just something small, maybe he’s a bit teary, and then his boys make him feel better xxx

Absolutely friend! :)

I've Never Been a Natural

Pairing: O'Knutzy

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Leo makes a mistake during the game and feels like he's a disappointment. Logan Tremblay will not let that happen.

Basically Leo feels down about himself and his boys come to the rescue!

Read it on ao3!

All characters belong to the amazing mind of @lumosinlove !

Content Warnings for minor injuries and negative self talk!

Leo felt stupid. He felt so incredibly stupid. He turned his head to the monitor set up in the PT room playing silent footage of the game, wincing a little at the answering sting that flashed across his face. He adjusted the ice pack held against his nose in effort for some relief. The game was halted for a few moments because of review for some penalty or other that Leo missed. The commentators came up on screen, the captions sprawled below them. 

Well, it looks like the game is paused for a moment, let's go back to an earlier moment in this game. 

Video started to play. It showed Leo in slow motion butterflying to stop an incoming puck. It showed how he leaned too far forward. It showed him trying and failing to readjust. It showed him falling face first onto the ice. It showed the puck colliding with his nose, and bouncing towards the edge of the goal where he then accidentally kicked it in with his leg. Leo's face started to burn for an entirely different reason. He was so stupid. He felt too small for his gear in that moment, far too gangly and young for the NHL. He feared what Kasey thought. He feared what coach thought. Who the fuck makes a mistake like that over the age of twelve? Did he even deserve to be in the NHL after that mistake? What was he even doing here, among all these clearly talented players? Tears started to prick at the corners of his eyes, his face felt extra hot against the ice pack. He was such a disappointment. A soft knock sounded against the door, Logan peaked his head through a moment later. 

“Peanut? Hey! How are you feeling?” Logan walked towards the table Leo was sitting on, picked up his hand, and gently played with his fingers. Leo let his hand holding the ice pack fall to his lap. Logan looked at him for two seconds before encircling him in a bone crushing hug. “Stop. I am having absolutely none of that.” 

“I didn’t even say anything.” 

Logan pulled back and cradled Leo’s head in his hands, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the highpoint of Leo’s cheek. “You didn't have to.” Logan kissed the space on Leo’s forehead directly below his gray tuft of hair. 

Leo’s lip started to wobble and tears started to roll down his cheek and onto Logan’s hand. “I’m so stupid .” Leo hid his head in the crook of Logan’s neck. 

“There is nothing further from the truth than that.” 

“But it is true! Who makes mistakes like that?! And all of you were counting on me, and I’m supposed to be at the NHL level! And all of you are so talented and im just this stupidkid who got lucky and-” 

Logan cut him off with a soft kiss. “Everyone makes mistakes like that, that's who. The other day I tripped on the ice while skating backwards and fell on my ass. Do you think I’m not talented?” 

“No, but-” 

“Exactly. We are all human mon soleil, and when we are talking about talent you have it in spades. Did you or did you not win The Stanley Cup,” Logan interrupted himself to knock on wood three times. Leo bit back a smile. “during your rookie year?” 

A small, shy smile broke through the sadness on Leo’s face. “I did.” 

“And don’t get me started on the saves that you make each game! Mon dieu, you made fifteen saves this game alone, and the first period has just ended. And you do that all while being young. Please, the hockey stats nerds rave about you online for how talented you are for someone so young.” Leo chuckled a bit at the last one. 

Logan gently pulled Leo’s head away from his neck to look him in the eyes. “You’re not stupid, you’re wonderful.” Leo’s hands covered Logan’s where they cupped his cheeks. “Répète, mon amour.” 

Leo felt like crying for an entirely different reason. “I’m not stupid, I’m wonderful.” 

Logan kissed him firmly for several seconds. The cold dissipated from Leo’s skin and mind. Logan peppered kisses all over his face, avoiding his nose. “You’re not stupid, you're wonderful, and amazing, and talented, and good at cooking, and smart, and kind, and wonderful, and you’re my boyfriend, and I love you.” Logan embraced him again, grounding him in a sea of worries. 

Finn burst through the door and immediately stopped in his tracks. A look of mock betrayal crossed his face, his mouth agape, and his hand clutching his chest in horrified shock. “Leonardopher Kunt and Loganberry Tremblay, I cannot believe you are cuddling without me!” Leo burst into laughter that didn't seem to stop. 

Logan smiled wide while he rolled his eyes. “Get over here you idiot.” Finn walked over to them and enveloped them both in a warm hug. He kissed the top of Leo’s head before softly running his hands through Leo’s hair. Leo looked up to meet Finn’s eyes. 

Finn smiled and wiped the last remaining tear off Leo’s face with his thumb. “You ready to kick some ass out there mahn amore?” 

Leo smiled. “Yeah. Yeah I am.” 

Logan sighed and rubbed his palm across his face before grumbling “We’ve been over the French thing” in French. Leo laughed so hard he snorted, frantically trying to catch his breath between Finn’s repeated exclamations of “What’s so funny!?” and “Tell me what he said! This isn’t fair! Leo tell me what he said!”  

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What Are You Doing With Your Whole Life? How About Forever?

Pairing: Coops

Rating: Teen and Up 

Summary: Sirius hurts himself at a hockey match, so Remus finds himself back at the hospital. Things are different this time though 

Fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint but it's resolved. 

TW: hospitals, mentions of past injuries and current injuries, depiction of being inebriated, small depiction of anxiety/PTSD 

Read it on ao3!

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black belong to JK Rowling (unfortunately) 

Coops comes from the mind of the wonderfully talented @lumosinlove <3

It was eleven at night on a Friday and Remus was sitting in a hospital waiting room, counting the specks on the tiles and bouncing his leg to a nervous beat. His hair, still wet from his post game shower occasionally dripped on the floor, haloing his shadow. Hospital rooms never got easier, he got better at coping, but they still never got easier. The sounds and smells are all too familiar to forget. Remus kept rubbing his thumb over the face of his watch, a gentle reminder of the time that had passed and the reason he was here this time. Sirius. Sirius, who got hit in just the wrong place during tonight's game. Sirius, who right now is in the room with the doctor getting his shoulder reset. 

“Mr. Lupin, right?” a man in a white coat asked, furtively scribbling a couple of notes on his clipboard before holding his hand out for a handshake. 

Remus snapped his head up and wiped his hands on his pants before standing and taking the doctor's hand. “Yes. How is he?” 

“He’s completely fine, nothing torn, fairly minor dislocation, he should be good in a couple of weeks.” The doctor gave a warm, reassuring smile, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “You can go in now if you like, but just so you know he is on some painkillers that make him a bit loopy and we had to give him laughing gas in order to reset his shoulder. The laughing gas should wear off in about thirty minutes after it does, we just want to do one more check on him and then you guys are good to go.” 

Remus let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. “Thank you so much doctor.” He smiled at the man and then headed towards the room that Sirius was in. He stopped with his hand on the handle of the door listening to the muffled babbling Sirius was directing towards the nurse taking his vitals. It was half in French, half in English and completely, utterly intelligible. Remus felt his chest loosen from the worry that had been constricting his lungs for the better part of an hour. The corners of his mouth turned up at the edges while he pushed the door open. Sirius noticed him immediately, stopping his current sentence in its tracks as a slow, dopey smile spread across his face. His unfocused eyes dragged over every inch of Remus almost in reverie. 

“Hi.” Remus held the door open for the nurse as she left and then walked over to the side of the bed. He reached out his hand to brush sweaty curls out of Sirius’s face. “How are you feeling?” 

Sirius looked at Remus up and down again, a blush rose to his cheeks. “You're still wearing your suit.” He slurred as he blinked slowly up at Remus. 

Remus paused, his hand freezing between locks of Sirius’s hair. He teasingly squinted his eyes before tilting his head slightly. “Are you flirting with me?”  

Sirius immediately burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Remus chuckled along as he pulled a chair closer to Sirius's bedside and took hold of Sirius’s hand that wasn't in a sling. “But really, how are you feeling?” 

Sirius scoffed, still smiling. “Je me sens bien! Never felt better. I’m completely and totally myself” Sirius said as if it was obvious. 

Remus grinned, shaking his head slightly. “Jeez, you really are loopy.” 

Sirius broke into a dopey, sickly in love grin. “Jeez” he hummed fondly. “Wait-” Sirius eyebrows scrunched together in confused recognition. His eyes darting all over Remus’s face searching for an answer that was on the tip of his tongue before his face lit up. “Oh!” He pointed at Remus with a mischievous grin. “Loop-” 

Remus covered his mouth with his hand, fondly shushing him through chuckles while shaking his head. “I can’t believe you're making puns after dislocating your shoulder.” Remus picked up the pitcher on the table and poured water into a small dixie cup while eyeing the pretzels they left for Sirius in a small styrofoam bowl. “Here, you should really eat and drink something. It’ll help make the loopiness wear off faster. The doctor said we can’t leave until it wears off- what?” 

All joking and mischief had completely gone from Sirius's face. He was looking at Remus intently. His face inching towards Remus’s, mouth slightly agape in awe, as he brought his uninjured hand to softly caress Remus's cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Your eyes. Your eyes. Holy shit, mon dieu.” 

Remus held Sirius’s wrist as he caressed his cheek. Sirius’s thumb gently dragged across the tips of his eyelashes. “What about my eyes?” 

“They're beautiful. You’re beautiful. Do I tell you how beautiful your eyes are enough? I should tell you more. Mon loup, The color it’s…..I don't know the word in English, they're like caramel baby, caramel.” 

“Caramel? Like the candy?” 

“Oui. What's it called in English?” 

Remus let out a small, quiet laugh. “It’s called the same thing in English love.”

“Oh” Sirius said simply, resting his forehead against Remus’s, bumping their noses together. Sirius looked into Remus’s eyes for a couple seconds before meeting his lips in a soft, slow kiss. When he pulled back a faint blush had risen to his cheeks and his eyes were soft. “Je t’aime” he said, like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. 

Remus supposed it was. “I love you too.” 

“Marry me?” 

Remus bit his lip as he started to smile. “You already asked me that one.”

“No, I mean marry me again.”

“Sirius, we haven't even had our first wedding yet” Remus giggled, shaking his head in a fond disbelief, reaching up to cup Sirius’s cheek. 

Sirius shrugged with his good shoulder. “I know, but I already want to get married to you again. Marry me again?” Sirius caressed Remus’s wrist thumbing over the smooth face of his watch. 

Remus smiled. Things had changed. He wasn’t eighteen. The hospital room walls weren't trying to swallow him up anymore. The blue of the curtains didn't make him sick. The beeping of machines did not reverberate off the walls of his ribcage. The corners of his life were no longer dark. Light emanated from where Sirius lay outwards. It was eleven at night, pitch black outside, and yet the sun was still bursting through the windows. The future was still unknown, but this time he wasn't scared.  

“I suppose that can be arranged.” Remus kissed Sirius long and slow.  

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hi!! super cute sweet nothing fic <3

was wondering if you would write a fluffy, domestic fic for the cubs? just like sleepiness or doing chores together or reading together idk i will take anything sweet!! x

I sure can! <3

To Love and Be Loved

Pairing: O'Knutzy

Rating: Teen and Up (for a singular swear)

Summary: Leo is making a grocery list. Logan is not pleased.

Read it on ao3!

All characters belong to the lovely and talented @lumosinlove 

Content warning for mentions of food!

Eggs. 

Bread.

Those croissants Fish likes.

I’m missing something…..

Leo worried the tip of his pen between his lips, his brow furrowed in cocentration, when a mass of blankets hit him square in the back. 

“Oof. Good morning to you too, mon amour.” 

“Iffs fol ihout oo n’ eree.” 

“I’m afraid that is not a language I speak” Leo chuckled. Logan lifted his head away from Leo’s back and out from the blanket enshrouding him. His curls were sticking up in varying directions and his bleary eyes shone in the early morning sun. 

“I said ‘It’s cold without you in there’ come back to bed Le.” 

“I’m in the middle of something and you’re cold because you're not wearing anything except boxers, go put some clothes on.” Leo smiled as arms tightened around his waist.  

“It's a Saturday, it's illegal to wear anything more than underwear and what is more important than going back to bed with your hot, and as you pointed out, half naked boyfriend at five in the morning?” 

“It’s nine thirty.” Logan let out a long exasperated sigh and let his forehead drop heavily against Leo’s back. Leo chuckled and  continued, “I’m making a grocery list, everything has been so hectic this week I forgot to get groceries and now we have literally nothing in the fridge to eat for breakfast. I meant to catch Finn before his morning run but he snuck out of bed without me noticing. So, I need to run out real quick and come back before I can make breakfast.” Leo rested his arm on the corner of the counter and gently rubbed his forehead with his hand. I’m missing something, what am I missing?

“We can always just order something from the diner around the corner. You don’t have to make breakfast for us, especially if you have to get up early to do it. Don’t worry Le, we’ll order something and I’ll get groceries this afternoon.” Logan placed a soft kiss in the middle of his spine. 

“I know, but it's something I like to do for y’all. It’s how I show you that I love you.” Leo turned around and softly gazed into Logan’s eyes, Logan’s mouth spread into a soft smile. 

“I think we’re both very aware of just how much you love us.” Logan took Leo’s hand and twined their fingers together. At that moment the telltale sound of a keys jingling spread throughout the apartment. Then a door opening. Then very loud rustling. Then something that sounded suspiciously like tripping and then a muffled shit. Leo shook his head, smiling in disbelief that this was Finn trying to be quiet, while Logan tried to stifle his laughter into Leo’s chest. Finn rounded the corner into the kitchen sweaty, flushed, and slightly out of breath carrying brown paper bags. He also had a small grimace on his face as he did a very good impression of a cartoon character tiptoeing. When he saw Logan and Leo his face broke into a wide relieved smile. 

“Oh, thank god you guys are already awake. I was so scared I woke you two up. Anyways,” Finn lifted up the paper bags in his hand “ I saw that we had no food in the fridge, so I went grocery shopping after my run. I got eggs, bread, those croissants I like, milk, and some other things. I got at least enough for breakfast, we might need to go back to get something I missed. I didn't have a list-” Finn continued to ramble. 

 Leo paused. Milk. Milk! That's what he was missing. A smile that shined like the sun bloomed on Leo’s face. He grabbed Finn’s face between his palms and kissed him soundly on the lips.

“You’re wonderful, you know?” 

Finn pulled back looking both dazed and in love. “Thanks?” 

Logan cleared his throat. “Now can we all go back to bed?” 

Finn looked down at his clothes, still sweaty from his run. “Would you settle for a warm shower?” 

Logan made a show of pondering this for a minute, before airily sighing and tilting his head towards the air. “I guess I can make that sacrifice.”

Finn flicked him on the back of the head. He grabbed both Leo’s and Logan’s wrists and dragged them towards the bathroom. 

[seldomsplendid]

I Find Myself Running Home to Your Sweet Nothings

Pairing: O’Knutzy 

Rating: Everyone 

Summary: Leo and Logan are being themselves and Finn cannot deal and accidently asks them to marry him. 

Read it on ao3!

All characters are from the wonderful mind of @lumosinlove

Finn was going to melt into the floor. He started pondering the details of his impending doom about two minutes ago. How would it feel to be within each individual grain of the wood? Would he be completely liquid? Or is this more of an oobleck situation? Would he stain the floor? All questions would be answered soon, he was sure of it, because still in front of him was the most beautiful picture he had ever seen. 

Leo had his hands around the collar of Finn’s old Harvard sweatshirt that Logan was wearing. His feet were digging into the ground for leverage while the rest of his body pushed against Logan’s trying to push Logan to the ground. Logan, never one to be outdone, pushed back with just as much fervor, head to the side against Leo’s chest, fingers scrambling over his very own Harvard sweatshirt that Leo was wearing, trying to jam a finger into Leo’s ribs or pinch the inside of his arm, anything to get the upper hand. 

And they were laughing. Eyes crinkled, noses scrunched, out of breath laughing. Muffled giggles had been emanating from the tangle of limbs for two minutes into the kitchen bathed in morning light. Finn didn't remember how it had started. One minute he was reading at the table, a furrow between his brow and glasses slipping down his nose and the next his book had fallen closed, his face flushed, and his mouth was opening and closing in awe. Finn could do nothing but stare as the scene unfolded.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       “Get off me!” 

“Give up!”

“No! Ow! You bit me, that's a penalty Tremblay!” 

“Get over it Butter.” Leo scoffed and turned his head to Finn. 

“Finn, tell him that he can’t- Fish? Baby what’s the matter?” 

Both Leo and Logan immediately paused, loosening their grip on each other slightly. Their heads turned to Finn and their eyes filled with quiet concern. And Finn just couldn’t anymore. Not with the way they looked when the sun streamed through the windows like that. Not with the way their laughs bounced off the walls and reverberated to his heart. Not with the sleepy smiles, and the ruffled hair, and paring of a too small and too big sweatshirt, and Logan’s small scar on his nose scrunched up in joy, and Leo’s tuft of gray hair falling into his eyes, and, and, and. So, before he could catch himself, he blurted out the only two words that made any sense to him at that moment. 

“Marry me?!?!” It came out louder than Finn expected. It rang through the room, blanketing all other noise and replacing it with a shocked silence. Logan’s mouth opened in shock, Leo’s eyes widened, and Finn was now going to melt into the floor for an entirely different reason. But he stayed still, bracing himself for impact, hoping to God that someone said something soon. 

For five whole seconds there was nothing but quiet. But then a smile that burned like the sun spread across Leo’s face and Logan’s eyes began to shine as his dimples made an appearance. They rushed over to Finn, engulfed him in their arms and whispered yes against his skin a thousand times over between I love yous.

Kisses were given so feverishly that his glasses got knocked askew, hands were everywhere, smiles were glued to faces. They eventually tumbled to the floor piled on top of each other, the joy was insurmountable. Finn got this. He got this for the rest of his life, he got it forever, he got it for next Wednesday, he got it for his eightieth birthday, he got this. Finn laughed when his tears started to flow.  

He loved his life.