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o'knutzy week day three!
today i offer up: a loose interpretation of the prompt, a return to deep fandom roots in the form of a little sickfic. gratuitously fluffy boyfriends, big strong hockey boys being baby, and a kiss on the nose from me to you.
note; non-graphic description of illness
{@oknutzyweek2023 organizing cred & @lumosinlove everything cred}
Finn was sick, and no one in the shared apartment was feeling good.
He’d been fine in practice all day, a little quieter than normal but still fast and strong and light in his skates. He’d been quiet again after practice, and in the car. They’d all laid down for a nap after practice, planning on going out with Noelle and Thomas while she visited, and then.
And then Logan and Leo had woken up to their bed missing someone, to find Finn in the dark bathroom, laying on the cold tiles with his hands over his head. It had freaked Logan out so bad his hands were shaking, and Leo just sank down to sit next to Finn.
“Just hurts,” Finn had whispered, hoarsely.
“Your head?” Logan asked, moving a hand to lay at the base of Finn’s skull.
“Mhm.” Finn swallowed, cracked an eye open and shut it again. “I’m feeling- really nauseous. I just.” He stopped. “Fuck.”
“Oh, baby,” Leo murmured. He and Logan were pressed up against the wall next to Finn. The tiles were glossy blue, pretty enough to look at but nothing to lay on for hours on end. “Let’s get you into bed, baby, even if you’re feeling nauseous I think you’ll be more comfortable there.”
“Nng,” said Finn. He tried again. “I really feel like. I’m gonna. Puke again. Need to stay here.”
Logan’s eyes widened and he looked at Leo helplessly. Leo knew Logan had been through injuries, head injuries, with Finn, knew that he was remembering other times, other bathrooms and other times he’d seen Finn in pain and unable to do anything. Sometimes Leo thought it was like scar tissue, tough layers of protection around the places that Logan and Finn had hurt each other with their big love.
Leo didn’t necessarily have all that scar tissue. If sometimes he wondered what it would have been like to know them in college, more often he thanked his lucky stars that they’d all found each other just at the perfect time. He just had a big bubbling love, overflowing his chest sometimes and overwhelming him when he remembered that this was his life, that he’d found his people and got to keep them so close. When he saw Finn hurting he just wanted to make his baby, who always worked so hard to make them feel good, feel better.
Leo looped an arm under Finn’s back, used his other hand to support his boyfriend’s head and pulled him against his shoulder to sag against each other. “We’re here, baby,” he said softly, carding his fingers through Finn’s thick waves. “Always here, baby.”
On his other side, Logan pressed his hands against Finn’s chest, to where his steady heartbeat echoed between them. Sometimes love was going out dancing and drinking and twirling, and sometimes it was the electric heat that pooled between them, leaving them shaking with pleasure. Sometimes, though, it was this: Three of them on the floor of the bathroom, pressed together on the cold tile floors, tangled like a body with too many limbs.
Finn let out a little sigh, nestling himself between the two of them. “Love you both. Love you so much,” he whispered, and his voice was hoarse but he sounded like himself. “I love you so much.”
“Mon rouge,” Logan whispered back, and it made Leo’s heart swell up with love just knowing how connected they all were. “I wish I could take this pain away, merde, I..” He paused, like he was trying to get himself back under control. “I hate that I can’t do anything.” His voice broke over the last word and he covered his mouth with the hand that wasn’t looped around Finn.
“Lo, baby,” Leo ached for him, for both of his boys.
“Lo, don’t. Don’t be sad,” Finn whispered, cracking one eye open. He pressed his lips against Logan’s forehead, and then leaned across to press his lips to Leo. He closed his eye again, sighing out a breath when he’d kissed them both. “I’m so happy I’m with you both right now.”
Logan made a little punched out sound, eyebrows coming together. His eyes were a little teary but he didn’t move an inch.
Finn reached out and held one of Logan’s hands between his, back pressed to Leo’s chest. “At school there were. There were so many times when I just wanted to be close to you. And I wanted it to be okay and I didn’t think- I didn’t think it ever would be.”
His eyes were still closed, Logan’s left hand between his two. Breathing even like he hadn’t just dropped one of his aching confessions on them. Leo always felt a stutter in his chest at how they talked about college. So much love and so much pain all mixed up.
“It was always okay, mon amour” Logan breathed, green eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Even when I was so stupid and I pushed you away it was still okay, and I loved you every second. I was just an idiot.”
“Aww, Lo,” Finn mumbled, cracking an eye open. He swallowed for a second, exhaled through his nose. Leo leaned back, sensing where things might be going.
“Not great timing, huh,” Finn choked out, leaning toward the toilet just in time to throw up.
“Oh, poor thing,” Leo said sympathetically. “I know you really feel sick, huh” He rubbed reassuring circles on Finn’s back, wincing a little at the heat radiating off his boyfriend’s strong shoulders.
“Wow, I tell you how much I love you and then you vomit?” Logan teased, but his eyes were worried. “Let me go get you some water.”
Finn groaned and raised his head. “Lo will puke if he sees someone else. Very unfortunate trait. Learned that after we both drank too much back in our roommate days.” Its a testament to how bad he feels that he doesn’t even really crack a smile, just rests his head on the edge of the toilet bowl.
Leo didn’t say anything, just kept up rubbing Finn’s back, smoothing a hand through his slightly sweaty hair and humming reassurances when Finn leaned down and was sick again.
“Fuck,” Finn sighed. Logan had returned with some water and he took a deep gulp, swirling it around his mouth before spitting it out.
“Can we get into bed now?” Leo asked softly, one hand coming back to cup Finn’s head. “I think you’ll be more comfortable there, baby.”
Finn closed his eyes, thinking about it. “Okay,” He said finally. “I’m exhausted.”
Logan was back, then, pulling Finn to his feet and scooping him up like a cat.
“You can carry me?” Finn asked breathlessly, at the same time as Leo said, “Oh, boy.”
Logan smiled, his secret, soft, private smile that lit up his face. He didn’t say anything, just crossed the short distance from the bathroom into their bedroom and gently deposited Finn on the bed.
“I still feel like crap but man that was so sexy of you Logan remind me to be on my deathbed more often” Finn said, closing his eyes and nestling in as Leo got into bed next to him.
“Only you would be feeling so bad and talking about how sexy Logan is,” Leo laughed feeling the vibrations of his body against Finn’s. Solid and long and back against the pillows, where he belonged. Where he would feel better.
Logan didn’t say anything, but he was blushing hard as he got back into bed as well. “Whatever,” he grumbled, coming up close to kiss Leo on the mouth and then Finn, a little more gently, on the forehead.
Leo felt love all the way down to his toes, filling him up and radiating out. He imagined a blanket of love covering them all, spilling through the apartment, something soft and bright and glowing. He couldn’t take the pain all the way away ever, but he could hold Finn and Logan close and let himself be held and feel so good. And that would always be precious.
#o'knutzy week 2023#o'knutzy#finn o'hara#logan tremblay#leo knut#liv fic#sickfic#sweater weather lumos in love
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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O'KNUTZY WEEK ‼️‼️ (it's officially the 31st in my time zone so here we go)
credit to @lumosinlove and a special thanks to @oknutzyweek2023 for hosting this week!
Day 1: Cooking Mishaps
Weekly team dinners had been a thing for as long as Finn had been with the Lions. It had been a tradition that had been passed on as players came and went. More often than not it was sort of like a potluck. Everyone brings their own food to share and everyone is told to bring a different thing every week. Desserts fell on Leo, Logan, and Finn this week.
This was good because it meant that Finn and Logan could actually help rather than ‘attempting’ to assist Leo when they have to bring main courses or really anything that wasn’t cookies.
Logan and Finn could handle some cookies. Leo had faith in their abilities to bake cookies. They’d done it before and the house hadn’t caught fire. He was so confident in fact that he left them unsupervised for a whole 10 minutes to shower.
Leo left an organized kitchen with pans, eggs, and milk all set out nicely as Logan read the instructions to Finn. When he came back to the kitchen floor covered in flour, Logan had eggs running down his hair, dough dripping down the cabinets in clumps, and Finn with something that looked suspiciously like vanilla extract making its way down his face. As Leo stepped into the room Logan dropped a large spoon to the floor and Finn hid something that looked like a whisk behind his back quickly.
There was a beat or two before the kitchen erupted into noise.
“He started it.”
“That’s a lie! He threw the eggs first.”
“In retaliation. Leo-”
“Finn! I dropped some flour and that warranted eggs in my hair?”
“Alright, maybe I overreacted but Leo-”
Leo abruptly burst into peals of laughter. “What the hell happened?” Logan was quick to answer. “J’etais innocent, je le jure! Finn-” Finn huffed, the vanilla extract getting dangerously close to his eye. “Hey, that’s not fair! That’s French I can’t even defend myself if I don’t know what you’re saying, you anserine!” Logan’s face pinched in the way it did when he was confused. He turned his lost eyes to Leo who just shrugged as he grabbed a clean towel (something that was in short supply at the moment) and wiped Finn’s forehead. “What is an anserine?” Logan asked with a frown. Finn just humphed. “It’s not any fun when you don’t understand it, is it?”
Logan glared at Finn from across the kitchen. Finn glared back. Leo gave up trying to stop the vanilla extract from staining Finn’s forehead. “Alright, children, since we can’t play nice we can’t play at all. Let’s clean up and start again. When everyone makes fun of us for being late I’m completely throwing y’all under the bus and y’all have to take it, understood?” Logan mumbled under his breath and Finn turned his glare to the ground as he muttered an audible annoyed, ‘yes sir.’ Leo smiled, happy with himself. “Okay, good. Logan get the vacuum. Finn start picking up the dough.” Finn started protesting immediately. “That’s not fair I didn’t spill the flou-” Leo turned to Finn with an exasperated look. “Finn.” He gave up with a groan, everyone dispersing to their station.
Once everything was cleaning up he sent Logan and Finn to go shower. Maybe if they showered together they’d get over their tiff. Leo figured it would be over before the dinner either way though.
About twenty minutes later the boys emerged from their bedroom, pinkies linked and swinging between them. “Need help with anything, Le?” Logan asked as Leo put the cookie sheet into the oven. “Nope.” Leo said with a fond smile. He loved seeing his boys getting along. As amusing as it is when they’re annoyed with each other it’s always more fun to see them being affectionate.
Logan walked up to Leo and wrapped his arms around Leo’s middle. Leo’s arms came up to rest across the shorter boy's shoulders. Logan dug his face into Leo’s neck and Leo could feel his body go lax against him. Finn leaned against the counter next to Leo and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“Thank you for remaking the cookies.” Leo returned the kiss that was offered and tightened his grip on Logan. “Y’all are very welcome. I appreciate y’all trying to make them even if it ended up all over the kitchen.” Logan huffed a laugh against his neck and Leo felt chills shoot down his arms.
Leo pressed a kiss to the top of Logan’s head and straightened up. “As nice as this is, I have to go change. Watch the cookies. Literally all you need to do is wait for the timer to go off and then take them out. That’s it. Just wait for the timer. Logan and Finn rolled their eyes in sync before sharing a look. “We know how a timer works, Leo.” Leo just raised his hands in surrender and backed out of the kitchen.
After he freshened up and changed out of his sweatpants he headed back to the kitchen.
He came to a halt when he heard panicked murmurs. He looked between his boys before looking down at the cookies.
The very very burnt cookies.
#o'knutzy week 2023#lumosinlove#sweater weather#logan tremblay#finn o'hara#leo knut#coast to coast#cooking mishaps
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O'Knutzy Week! Prompts: Bucket hat & Summer Vacation
I'll be posting parts making up one story each day this week! It's a cubs au where Finn's spending the summer at his parent's house in the Hamptons and Leo is their private chef. yes, inspired by those amazing tiktoks. Logan will be revealed tomorrow 😏
Characters by @lumosinlove, for @oknutzyweek2023
Part 1
It was a day of full July heat, the kind of day that promises a summer full of sunshine, and you can already smell the sunscreen and salty air. Finn and Leo were sitting outside eating dinner, Leo had laid out a large wooden cutting board covered with the fixings to make world class sandwiches. He had arranged the meats, cheese, sourdough bread, fresh rolls, and chopped vegetables in a beautiful rainbow across the tray. It had been entirely too hot to even consider turning on an oven.
As was their way on these long hot days of summer vacation in the Hamptons, Haley and Ramsey had eaten earlier, and then they spent most evenings at some friend’s or another, returning to the city most weekdays. Finn and Leo tended to eat together a bit later in the evening, so the temperature had blessedly gotten down a few degrees. Nevertheless, they sat in the garden under an umbrella, the shade surrounding them and the smell of the evening flowers beginning to fill the air. Finn always had a book (or ten) to work through editing and he had been spending his days moving with his laptop and piles of manuscripts from one place to another, working in every corner of the property as his attention ebbed and flowed. But on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, mysteriously the best work spots seemed to always be in sight of the kitchen. Those were the days Leo was there.
Leo had been working for Finn's parents for a few years now, in the city and at the Hamptons house. But Finn had been away at school and he had only met Leo a few weeks ago when he came home for a summer in the Hamptons. Leo was tall, taller than Finn even, his hair a bleached golden blonde and sky blue eyes that reflected the summer sky. Today, despite the shade of the umbrella, Leo also had a bucket hat perched on his head, mostly blue, with designs of nebulas and stars and space decorating it. Just the ends of his blonde hair curled out the bottom of the hat, and Finn’s eyes darted from Leo’s eyes to those teases of hair and back again approximately every minute.
Having Leo around was both a motivation and a distraction for Finn. He lived for the time in the afternoon when Leo would sit down, taking a break after cleaning up lunch and before he needed to start making supper. Knowing that was basically the only time of the day that Leo would stop was quite an effective motivator for Finn. He would make sure that he had done as much as he could in the morning so he could coincidentally have those hours free too. They had gone for walks, sat in the shade and read together, or sometimes Finn pretended to do his work and really covertly watched Leo make his elaborate grocery lists. Because the food Leo made was nothing less than amazing.
This Sunday night, Finn was finishing his turkey on sourdough, the tang of the bread combining perfectly with some sort of perfect sandwich sauce that Finn suspected Leo had made himself. The flowers were all in bloom and the trees were the bright green that they got after the spring rains. It was glorious. Finn felt a tether between his heart and this place, this property that he had been coming to since he was a kid. But there was something new growing in his heart too … and it seemed to bloom on the weekends. He doesn’t want it to end. They switched to a fruit pie with cream and sure the food was great, but it wasn’t only the call of his taste buds that prompted Finn to jump.
“Hey, um, Leo?”
“Mmm?”
“I know this is kind of weird, of course you can say no, you wouldn’t have to cook at all! But would you want to stay this week? We can just… hang out?”
Leo paused, gazing at the big brown eyes looking up at him so hopefully.
“Oh, um, that’s real nice of you Finn! But my … boyfriend is expecting me back in the city.”
Finn’s heart skipped about three beats, then raced to catch up. Boyfriend! But, boyfriend.
“Oh yeah! Of course!” There was a long pause as they took bites of their pie. Finn felt disappointment fill his belly even more than the food did. Of course Leo had a boyfriend, he was funny, and sweet, and so gorgeous. Even as beautiful as the property was, he didn’t relish week after week with nothing but his work to keep him company.
“He could come too!”
“Really?” Leo looked up, seeming surprised. “That’s a very kind offer, you don’t have to do that.”
“No really, if you like him, he must be great. And it doesn’t have to be anything else. I just love having you around. I don’t like being alone all week and Alex is barely coming up this summer at all. So, next week, do you want to bring him, and you guys can stay? I promise you don’t have to cook a single thing.”
A smile blossomed over Leo’s face as Finn rambled at high speed.
“Well, he is actually on summer holiday right now. He’s a teacher,” Leo said.
Finn perked up. “Wow, that’s so amazing, that’s even better! What’s he teach? I’ll cook, I promise I’m not trying to get extra work out of you.”
“Mmmhhmm, and what do you usually eat during the week then, Finn?” Leo asked, and Finn knew he was caught.
“Well, nothing like you make, obviously. But I couldn’t put you to work here during the week too.”
Leo smiled. “Well, I’d be cooking for myself and working on new recipes at home anyways. I don’t mind making some for you too. But maybe I’ll let you do the cleaning up.”
Finn felt a prickle of excitement tingle under his skin. “I can clean up! Dishes, sweeping, I know where everything goes, I can do that.” They laughed, Finn glanced away at the line of trees in the distance. He was being too eager. He took a breath.
“Well I’ll have to ask Lo, but I’ll message you tomorrow what he says, OK? It really is such a nice offer. I know Lo would appreciate getting out of the city after a busy semester.” Finn nodded eagerly. Lo and Leo. He wanted to spend the summer out here, but most of his friends were in the city. But next week he could have Leo and Lo in his house. He smiled to himself, trying to keep his excitement in check. They finished their sandwiches as the evening melded into the perfect temperature. Finn showed he could be true to his word by helping Leo clean up, happy for the chance to talk, and to plan and hope for what they could do next weekend.
#coast to coast#lumosinlove#o'knutzy#o'knutzy week 2023#bucket hat#summer vacation#hamptons house#chef Leo#food
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O'Knutzy Week (late) day 4
O'Knutzy Vacation! In Italy!
So, this was meant to be for O'Knutzy Week (which has been over for a week now, but what is time anyway?) It's the first of two parts (pt2 is close behind!) and also a present for sweet Harzy! Happy bday bud. Have some love and be a lit nerd with me. Chraracters credits to the wonderful @lumosinlove, prompt and hosting credits to @oknutzyweek2023.
Prompt: Summer Vacation
“Lo, tell me that I’m a genius.”
“You’re a genius.”
“And that you love me.”
“I love you so, so much.”
“Yeah, you do.”
Logan raised an eyebrow at Leo. He was sitting on the couch with a proud grin on his face, his iPad close to his chest in the way Finn held his books after finishing them. He looked like a kid too excited not to speak, Logan noted. Cute. “You know that I love serenading you, but that grin tells me there’s something else. What is it?”
“So, we’ll be in Nice in August.”
“Ouais.”
“Did you know Nice was part of Italy once?”
Logan’s eyes widened in alarm. “Look, it’s better if it doesn’t come up while we’re there, or with my mother. People don’t like to…”
“No, Lo, I mean. It’s close. Literally so close.”
“Yeah, I went there once or twice as a kid. You…wanna go?”
“Could we?”
Logan went to sit on the armrest of the couch and left a kiss among soft curls. “We can do whatever we want, Peanut.”
Leo’s smile almost blinded him. “Great. Because I found something our Harzy will love.”
Logan let himself slide next to Leo, circling his shoulders with an arm. “Tell me everything.”
“Did he enjoy studying Romanticism in college?”
Logan laughed. “Butter, I distinctly remember him crying over Romanticism in college. More than twice.”
“Perfect."
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They spent two weeks in Nice, rediscovering the bliss of taking their time. They started their slow, quiet days with the sun high in the sky, rolling over in bed to find each other despite the heat. Nice was a constant flow of colors, sounds and touches that Finn never wanted to forget. It was the smiles and kisses shared for the pictures, and Logan showing them little villages on the coast and immense lavender fields. It was Leo’s hand dragging them around colorful markets, and it was Logan ordering meals in a quick and slightly different flow of French.
It was everything.
It was…a car?
Finn blinked. And not just some car. It was an old-style, red Chevy that shined under the sun, convertible roof and elegant lines. Finn swore had come out straight of an old movie. Leo and Logan were there, leaning on the car with two pleased, smug smiles plastered on their pretty faces. At their feet, their bags were packed.
“Hop on, sweetheart,” Leo smiled, rolling the slow vowels in his mouth as honey dripping from a spoon. “We’re goin’ on an adventure.”
Finn blinked again. “Guys, what…” The flight home is in a week. That’s not our car. Why are our bags packed? Did I forget something we had planned? Did something happen?
“We,” Logan interrupted his thoughts, opening the backseat’s door for him , “Are taking you on a trip.”
“We are on a trip,” Finn mumbled absently, but he stepped forward. He peeked inside. A pile of books was neatly displayed on the cream leather backseat. He gasped and launched himself, making the car creak eerily.
“Harz,” Leo laughed. “The car is as old as it looks, hun.”
But Finn didn’t pay him any attention, as unusual as it sounds. He was busy studying the various books. A quick scan of the titles made him frown. The Greatest Romantic Poems. Romanticism in Italy. The Gulf of the Poets: inspiration for immortal verses.
“You guys,” Finn breathed. He passed a reverent hand on the book covers, as if he’d just found a treasure.
Logan squeezed his shoulder lightly. “Allons, mon rouge. We have a reservation for dinner.”
The road was a wonderful, continuous landscape of coasts and alps. Finn remembered it all like a dream the moment you wake up. Confused flashes and big emotions you can’t quite put a finger on. He remembered Leo’s tanned arms on the steering wheel and Logan’s hair dancing wildly in the wind. Hands reaching blindly for his knee and flipping the books’ pages and photos to understand what was happening. At one point he caught Leo’s smiling eyes in the review mirror. We can surprise you, too, Harzy. He guessed he’d turned pretty insistent at some point, too, because they explained him everything.
“There’s this bay with the cutest little villages,” Leo said as he raised the convertible roof and silence replaced the roaring wind. The sun was high in the sky, and Finn had gotten plenty of sun in the last few weeks. “And that’s where some of your favorite poets lived for some time. Shelley, Byron, others. And it was pretty close, you know?”
“So, Leo thought we’d make a little surprise trip. He looked it all up.”
“Well, Logan found the car and the books.”
“And,” Logan smiled, “A cooking class on how to make authentic focaccia, tomorrow night.”
Leo gasped without looking away from the road. His hand found Logan’s and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “Sweetheart, you didn’t.”
“It’s a cooking class with aperitif. We’ll have spritz with an Italian grandma.”
“I love you so much.”
“Yeah, you do.”
They laughed, but Finn just smiled and leaned back in his seat. He didn’t trust himself with words just yet. He focused on the group of colorful, crumpled houses that were getting bigger and bigger instead, wondering how did the stars align so perfectly that he’d ended up with two boyfriends like that. Two people that knew him so well, and cared so much to make all that fuss just for him. He leaned forward to take Logan’s hand and squeeze Leo’s shoulder, and received a squeeze back and a quick kiss to his hand. They must have understood what was going on with him, because they didn’t say a thing. They always knew what Finn was thinking- even when Finn himself had no idea.
They soon reached their destination, a white villa that looked directly on to the sea and stood regally against the deep blue. Next to the big entrance, a marble plaque. Finn squinted to read it, and his eyes widened. He remembered thinking fuck it as he let the grip in his throat, that had kept him on edge since the beginning of the trip, loose into watery sobs.
“Guys, what the fuck,” he cried. Leo hopped down the car and cooed him into a hug as Logan quickly made his way over and took his place under Finn’s chin. They just held him there, in between them, as he stared at the big house. “The Shelley’s villa. Shelley’s. They lived here.”
“It’s a hotel and museum now,” Leo explained, a smile in his voice and against Finn’s forehead. “Couldn’t let it pass.”
Finn held them tighter. “Of course you couldn’t.”
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The next few days passed in an enchanted haze. It was the crashing sound of the waves that woke them up, and later rocked them into gripping bedsheets and each other hard. They explored villages lost in time, enjoying their slow rhythms and careless calm. They kept themselves off the beaten path that the area had traced for tourists, and the villa itself was located out of the nearest town. No one would recognize them. Their days on the Italian coast were full of brighty colored houses that spied the sea, and midnights jump into the dark water to escape the heat.
As it turned out, Leo had kept one last surprise to himself just like Logan. Where the steps of the villa met the sea, a white motorboat was waiting for them. Finn let himself be guided onto the passenger seat as Leo took them far from the rocky shores, and Logan pressed smiles and kisses on him.
But it was on the third day that Finn’s own personal catharsis came to a peak.
He was more or less shoved into the car by a too excited Leo and an amused Logan for a short drive to a village close by. It was beautiful and colorful like the many others they’d seen, but it was at the top of a cliff that the magic was revealed. Old walls stood timeless and climbed up to a little church that faced the sea on its own; and behind the walls, a narrow passage on the side of the rocks went down.
Finn squinted in the sun to read the plaque above the passage. ‘“This grotto was the inspiration of Lord Byron. It records the immortal poet and daring swimmer…’” he trailed off, eyes widening. He turned, looking at the other two with an alarmed frown. “You guys are fucking with me. You… you’re just putting on these plaques in random places. To kill me.”
Logan laughed at that, patting his shoulder. “Ouais, Harzy, that’s exactly how things went. You didn’t notice Knutty slipping out of bed this morning while I was riding the life out of you.”
Finn opened and closed his mouth a few times, even more at loss of word. At least he could pretend the redness on his cheeks was sunburn.
“Stop thinking of this morning, Harz,” Logan called. “Allez, it’s Byon’s cave. You love him. This is the core of your Italian adventure.”
Finn studied the plaque a moment longer, before glancing at the passage with a sudden urgency. “So, this…this is where he composed his most important poems.” His voice trembled a bit.
Leo handed him the tote bag he’d been carrying around with a smile. “Inside there’s a notebook and your favorite pen, some music and a towel.”
Finn frowned. “You’re not coming with me? No, you two are my Italian adventure.”
Long fingers squished his cheeks around a kiss. “We thought we might give you some time, and then come and get you.”
“Come on, Rouge,” Logan came at their side. “We know you’re dying to have your poet moment. We’ll be right here.”
Finn stared at them for a second, disbelievingly, then drew them both into a hug, squeezing as hard as he could. “I love you so much. I love you, love you, love you.”
Carefully, he started to go down the steep passage. Only a slim railing kept him from the risk of falling, but Finn found he couldn’t slow down as he jumped from rock to rock, ignoring Leo and Logan telling him to be careful. After a sharp turn, the cave appeared. Finn kept his breath as he wandered inside, nose up to the dark walls and the landscape the grotto framed.
He felt his eyes burn. He remembered reading again and again poems about that place- so much that it felt a bit like coming home. Hell, he’d done it all; he’d read, recited, written essays and annotated every line of those pages. Of those clouds at the horizon. The fact that he remembered everything so vividly was infinitesimal compared to the realization that Logan remembered, too. Quiet nights in their Harward room, only a small light in between them for Finn to read to him. And Leo…oh, Leo. So careful to everything Finn as much as breathed on. It was easy to picture him putting that trip together in silence, without leaving anything to chance.
He took a seat on a rock, taking it all in. The rocky cliffs, covered by the lively green of pines, ended abruptly into the sea. The gentle rocking of the waves arrived at his ankles. Finn understood what the poets were so desperately trying to communicate through their bleeding lines. What they’d been lacking before they found that paradise, and why their lives and poetry would forever be tied to those shores.
But the only thing Finn could think of was them.
Logan’s smile that morning. And every morning before. And every morning forever.
Leo jumping into the crystal blue water, and his smile resurfacing before anything else. He looked like a nymph appearing from the waves. His own personal muse. His hero that would not end in tragedy.
Finn closed his eyes and breathed.
When he exhaled, messy ink had filled pages on his lap, and the sun had lowered a bit.
“Wow.”
Finn turned, to see Leo and Logan staring mesmerized at the sea, holding hands. Leo raised his free one to him, mouth still half open. Finn got up, and squeezed it as he joined them, keeping quiet as if not to disturb the waves.
They breathed together. Finn’s eyes were wide and a little red. He licked his lips. “I wrote some poems for you."
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Notes: this was a pretty self indulgent piece, more fluff will come in pt2! Hope you enjoyed!
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One last @oknutzyweek2023 as the little life snippets of the boys come to an end... for now.
Friday, R5 – These Are The Days
“Celeste made a treat for everyone… Scotcharoos!” Dumo announced as he made his way out into the backyard, where the team had gathered for a cookout.
Logan sent a smile over to where Finn and Leo were sitting; those were Finn’s favorite, he remembered from college. He was over at the grill with Cap and he didn’t miss the knowing look he sent to his own boyfriend, Loops was a fan of them too it seemed.
“How did we get so lucky?” Logan said, a dreamy look in his eyes and voice sounding a bit dazed.
“I really don’t know. Must have done something great in a past life to deserve it. Them. I know the relationships aren’t… new, but every time I look at Re it’s just… not like the first time, but it’s special. I’m not scared of it anymore, like I was then. How could I ever think he was bad for me, you know?” Sirius glanced over at Logan, still flipping things on the grill.
Logan looked back at him, catching his eyes for the briefest moments. “Yeah, I do. And there’s only so far you can run away from it before it catches up,” He looked back over at where Leo was planted in Finn’s lap, laughing at something he said and looking down at him like he was the sun.
“Or,” Sirius said, a smirk obvious in his voice, “You crash headfirst into someone else. And he forces you two idiots to get your shit together.”
“Oh yeah? What about having you own father figure force you to share a guest bedroom and confront your feelings? Hmm? What about that?” Logan said, giving Sirius a shove.
“Okay fine, you got me. But it all worked out for both of us, oui?”
Logan huffed a laugh and shook his head, watching as Finn finally got his hands on a piece of the desert Celeste had made. “Oui. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go get that recipe from Celeste, her’s are always way better than when I try to make it and I need to know the secret.”
“Good luck with that,” Sirius chuckled, “I once asked her for it and she said she’d mail it over. I’m still waiting and that was back when I lived in her basement!”
#sweater weather lumosinlove#o'knutzy week 2023#finn o'hara#logan tremblay#leo knut#coops#o'knutzy#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#posting on time and at a reasonable hour?#don't get used to it lol
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Hello folks! It looks like I will be hosting O'Knutzy week 2023!
We love all forms of fan art over here so anything would be welcome - fics, headcanons, drawings, poetry etc...
I do need some help though with prompts (although can always use a generator if needed!). If you have any ideas send me a message by Sunday (preferably by like midday BST). I know it's soon, but I'd like to give everybody as much time as possible to create.
TLDR; message me with ideas for o'knutzy week prompts please. Deadline: Sunday 2nd July, 12 noon BST.
#sweater weather#lumosinlove#oknutzy#o'knutzy#finn o'hara#logan tremblay#leo knut#vaincre#coast to coast
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Hi friends! Quick reminder that Lucy @awanderingdeal has graciously volunteered to host O'Knutzy Week 2023 at the beginning of August, and would like prompt suggestions sent in by Sunday, July 2, 2023 by noon BST. Thank you Lucy!
(please reblog this if you'd like to participate so we get more eyes on it!)
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Masterlist (updated 10/26/23)
Lumosinlove universe: Sweater Weather, Coast to Coast, Vaincre, YSAMS, etc.
Coops (Sirius/Remus)
A Taste of Honey (Early-days, heart-eyes Coops; mutual pining, fluff, humor)
O’Knutzy (Finn/Leo/Logan)
Beskar Babes (18+; O'Knutzy smut with a Star Wars flair)
O’Knutzy Week 2023 series, aka Triwizard Tournament cubs: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4 part 1/2, Day 4 part 2/2, Day 5
Corn Maze ('Cowboy au' O’Knutzy fluff, get-together, ficlet)
Wherever You Find Love, it Feels Like Christmas (O’Knutzy fluff with a holiday flair)
I’m Gonna Thrill You Tonight (18+; O’Knutzy smut & fluff; the cubs host the team Halloween party)
Hold on to Me (O’Knutzy YSAMS au; angst, war au, chaptered fic *incomplete, on indefinite hiatus*)
FinnLo (Finn/Logan)
Love at First Fright (Harvard-era FinnLo fluff; the OKN boys passing out candy to trick-or-treaters on Halloween)
Like Real People Do (18+; FinnLo smut w/ established O’Knutzy; Finn and Logan “meet” at a bar; sex with a ridiculous amount of feelings)
the scent of you everywhere (18+; Harvard-era FinnLo smut; angsty, basically just Harzy pining)
Other/Gen
Come Rain or Come Shine (18+; fem!Remus/fem!Logan smut & fluff w/ established Coops & O’Knutzy; Logan and Remus spend a rainy day in bed together)
Birds of a Feather (Luke/Logan friendship fluff w/ established O'Knutzy & St. Tweedle; bestie bonding time while on a run)
Take Me, Guide Me (18+; Sirius/Finn smut w/ established Coops & O’Knutzy; friends hooking up and talking about their feelings)
I’ll be Home for Christmas (You Can Plan on Me) (Kuny/Nado get-together fluff with a holiday flair)
Harry Potter
Wolfstar
Inked (Wolfstar fluff and non-explicit smut, non-magical, modern era, tattoo parlor/flower shop au, chaptered fic)
Whumptober Prompt 1 (Wolfstar modern uni au, prompt fill)
Modern uni au snippet
Jily
Whumptober Prompt 2 (canon-compliant, prompt fill)
Perciver
Whumptober Prompt 3 (canon-compliant, prompt fill)
Other/Gen
Becoming a Potter (James & Sirius friendship, Sirius running away from Grimmauld Place, angst, short oneshot)
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O'knutzy Week Day 2: Advice
characters belong to @lumosinlove and more appreciation to @oknutzyweek2023
also i was half asleep when i wrote this so pls forgive any errors
Couples fight. It’s something that every couple will tell you. Leo, Finn, and Logan knew it was true to an extent but they simply couldn’t imagine not getting along.
Until they could.
Leo loves his boys. He really does. He loves that Logan is always trying new things. He loves that Finn loves reading so much. He loves that they love to do stuff together. He doesn’t love picking up after them as much.
He ignores it most of the time and he tries not to take it to heart when he reminds Logan to pick up his puzzle before he moves onto his painting only to come back twenty minutes later not only to pick up the aforementioned puzzle but also the paint Logan got bored with ten minutes in.
He tries not to be bothered when Finn leaves his books on the dining room table, or his bedside table, or the middle of the fucking living room floor.
Really he tries.
He’s asked them nicely and maybe it’s his fault for not being vocal enough about it, but when he trips and falls over Logan’s shoes that he left in the middle of the entryway after a 7 hour practice he’s suddenly fighting off tears.
“Fucking hell, Logan. Can you just pick up your fucking shoes. I asked you to do that twice before we left. You just have to fucking pick them up and move them three inches it’s not that fucking hard.”
Leo hates the way his voice cracks. He hates the way Logan’s face falls so quickly. He hates the simultaneous shocked and understanding look Finn gives him. He hates the fucking shoes in front of him. He takes a shuddering breath in before turning around and walking back out the door.
He can hear the footsteps hurrying behind him and clenches his eyes shut to try and stave off the tears. “Leo, wait.” Logan sounded so guilty and Leo hated that he made him feel that way. In a weird way he knew he was overreacting but he also couldn’t find it in himself to reel it in. “Baby, wait. I am so sorry. I should have moved the shoes. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I’m so sorry I didn’t move them when you asked me to. That was really inconsiderate of me.” Leo tugged his lip into his mouth roughly for a second before releasing it and turning around. “I know. I know you’re sorry. Lo, this is just me cooling off. I’m not mad at you-” Leo cut himself off and wrinkled his nose. “Okay, I’m a little mad, more so annoyed but this isn’t me leaving or walking out. This is me taking a break so I don’t take it out on you or Finn, okay? We’re okay.” Logan’s eyes were glossy but he nodded and took a step back. “I love you.” Leo hated how soft it was, how unsure. Leo took purposeful steps forward until he could press a kiss to Logan’s dark hair. “I love you too.”
It didn’t take him long to make it to where Regulus was staying. He hadn’t thought to text Regulus to let him know he was coming and was starting to regret it as he stood on his doorstep. He let out a deep sigh and knocked softly. If he didn’t answer Leo would just go back home. It wasn’t that big of a deal. It kind of felt like one though.
He didn’t have to worry about it for long. Regulus opened the door and smiled when he saw Leo, though his smile faltered as he took him in. “You okay?” Leo suddenly found himself unable to swallow around the lump in his throat. “May I come in?” Regulus was quick to step to the side and usher him in.
He pushed Leo to the couch with a quiet, ‘two minutes’, before retreating to his kitchen. Leo settled back against the cushions and took a few breaths. As he calmed down he found himself feeling more guilty about his overreaction. Logan hadn’t deserved the verbal lashing Leo gave him. It was just a stupid pair of shoes and Leo completely blew up. Finn was probably torn between who to comfort and Leo hated to think that he had put him in that position.
Leo was torn out of his thoughts when a mug was put in front of him. Leo lifted it to his lips and smiled softly at the smell of hot cocoa. “Merci.” He murmured as he took a sip. “De rien. Are you going to tell me about what happened?” Leo didn’t raise his eyes from his cup but he gave a loose explanation as to what happened.
Regulus hummed appropriately here and there before settling next to Leo on the couch. “I think that you being upset is perfectly reasonable. You had asked him to put them to the side and he didn’t listen. I get you feeling guilty about blowing up but you were tired and understandably upset. You can apologize but Le, I wouldn’t apologize for the whole thing. I think you should talk to them if it’s making you this upset.” Leo went to deny that claim but Reg held up his hand. “I know, I know. It’s not making you upset, but Leo you wouldn’t have gone off about nothing. Hell, I would’ve smacked Sirius by now if it was him doing it. I know you feel bad but I think you just need to talk to them.”
Leo let that sink in for a moment before nodding. “I think you’re right. I felt bad leaving but I just needed to walk it off for a minute. I was upset but I wasn’t being reasonable at the moment.” Regulus patted his arm gently. “I think that was a good move honestly. You made sure to communicate with Logan before leaving and you knew it was good for you and it ultimately was good for them too. You had a minute to calm down and think about it with a level head and the boys will have had a moment to realize how upset this made you. You did good here, Leo, I’m proud of you.” Leo would definitely blame his exhaustion for the tears that pooled in his eyes at Regulus’s words.
“Thanks, Reg.” Regulus smiled at him softly and Leo was hit with a wave of wonder at how this was the same boy from the first time they met. He was so vastly different and yet so similar to the person he is now. “Of course. Now, I think we should watch an episode of the Office and then you can head home to your boys.” Leo laughed lightly and nodded. He grabbed his phone to text the group chat he had with Finn and Logan.
When Leo finally made it home about 45 minutes later he walked into a quiet apartment. He could hear the TV playing in the living room on low and wandered in to find Finn and Logan sitting on the couch.
“Hey,” He said softly. Logan’s head whipped up at the sound and he sat up straighter. Leo could see the tension Finn was holding as he looked at him carefully before seemingly finding something that made his body untense. “Sorry, I took so long. I wanted to say sorry for losing it like that.” Logan shook his head quickly. “Non, I should have moved the shoes. I’m so sorry.” Leo walked over to them and sat on the couch in the spot between them. “It’s okay. I am sorry for losing my temper, but I would really appreciate it if you cleaned up a little more after yourselves moving forward though. I don’t mind it every now and then but sometimes I’m tired and I just want to relax but all I can think about is the stuff everywhere.” Logan nodded eagerly.
Finn moved so that he could press against Leo’s side, his arm going around Leo’s waist. Leo sagged against him, allowing himself to relax in Finn’s arms. “We will definitely try harder moving forward. We’re really sorry for not seeing how much it bothered you.” Logan nodded his head to Finn’s words. “We hope you know you can always talk to us or knock some sense into us if we’re being thick headed. We don’t want you to stress Leo and if we’re causing that we want to know. We love you too much to hurt you on purpose.” Leo smiled and wrapped his free arm around Logan, pulling him against his other side so he was sandwiched between his boys.
“I really appreciate that. I guess I knew I could talk to you about it, I just hadn’t realized how much it had been weighing on me.” Logan pressed his head against Leo’s chest. “That’s okay. Sometimes we don’t realize things until we’re a little too late but that doesn’t mean we’ve ruined things. You yelling at us a few times isn’t going to make us leave you.” Leo felt his heart skip a beat at how accurately Logan could read him. Finn pressed a hard kiss to his forehead and Leo sighed into it.
“I love you both so much.” His boys smiled back brightly. “We love you, too.”
#lumosinlove#sweater weather#logan tremblay#finn o'hara#leo knut#o'knutzy week 2023#o'knutzy#regulus black#regulus black and leo knut
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O'Knutzy Week Day 2
character credits to @lumosinlove , prompt and hosting credits to @oknutzyweek2023 .
Prompts: Toys; Bondage; Phone; Daddy; Migraine
It was one of the first days of autumn in Gryffindor. The dry heat had finally left place to cool, crispy air, and the sky was nicely cloudy. It was the perfect weather for a book club meeting, Finn thought as he looked out of the window from Sirius’ and Remus’ house. Some of the team had met to discuss the book they’d decided to start reading together, “Under the whispering door”. Remus was sitting on one of the armchairs, and on the couch there were Thomas, Adam and Evgeni -to improve his English, he said. Finn, from his place on the window nook, ate another cookie and listened to Remus.
“…I’m not saying it was a bad opening, but the book does get more interesting after the first chapters...”
Evgeni tilted his head. “Yes, but have to build scene first. Explain situation.”
Adam nodded. “He’s right, it’s not the kind of book you can start mid action.”
Finn lifted a finger. “I think it’s a good opening. It surely catches Wallace’s flow of thoughts. The confusion, the anger. But I get what you’re saying, Loops. It does sound a bit…elementary.”
A wave of disagreements filled the room as Finn got up, hands raised, and made a quick jog to the kitchen to get another cup of tea. He decided to check his phone in the meantime -something they’d agreed not to do during the club meetings. He scrolled to see what was new. A meme from Alex, a few messages in the basket group chat…oh. A video from Logan. It was only a few seconds long, and Finn decided to watch it quickly before joining the others again.
He’d left the house to Leo napping -he could have joined the book club, but they’d decided together it was something Finn could do on his own. Logan had been showering, pouty about Finn not joining him because of the book club. To be fair, both his boys had been acting quite…demanding, since the end of summer. It was probably because of the jump from having all the time to themselves to going back to their routines. It had been a promiscuous summer, Finn could say that. There had been sex on a beach, sex on a boat, sex in fluffy hotel beds, sex in a pool, in a tent...anyway. Both Leo and Logan had not taken well the sudden change of pace under the sheets, teasing Finn to whole new level. It started at breakfast, leaning too much on the kitchen island, and went on till bedtime, scooping their backs too close to him.
Finn, being the gentleman he was, never left his boys hanging in there for too long. But the horny levels in their house had never been so high, and keeping two horny men at bay was no joke. Especially since the little game they’d started a few months ago. Finn’s cheeks flushed the second he thought about it.
It was for all these reasons that Finn decided to check the phone’s volume and to be alone before watching the video. Just for precautions. But nothing, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next.
The video was taken in their bedroom, curtains closed. The camera quietly approached the bed, where Leo was…holy fuck, Leo was.
He was lying on their bed, resting on his belly. Pink leather laced and stilled his tan, toned body in all the right places. His legs were tied and bent so that his heels almost touched his ass, and the wrists were tied behind his back, limiting his squirming and moans.
“Holy fuck,” Finn breathed, voice cracking at the end. A flush hot enough to make his head spin overwhelmed him. He had to readjust his sweatpants and boxers to make the sudden ache less evident.
In the video, Logan’s hand appeared into frame, stroking Leo’s ass appreciatively a few times. He traced the pink lines cutting in half his perfect, toned cheeks, and Finn almost cried at how the goalie tried to lean up towards the touch. Logan let out a low chuckle, squeezing the muscle before lifting his hand and leaving a loud spank on the same spot. That made Leo moan loudly his name, and a series of “please, Lo, please”. Logan made a disapproving noise at that.
“Oh, mais non, mon chou. You know it’s not me you have to beg for. Who is it you want here?”
“Daddy,” Leo immediately sighed, quite desperately, as he tried to move for some friction. Logan grabbed one of the leather strands around his wrists to keep him in place and tugged. That earned him a groan. “Daddy, daddy, please. Come home now.”
Finn let out a shaky breath -it would have been a moan, had he been in the same room as his boyfriends. The hand in between his legs was vital now to alleviate the pressure he felt at the nickname. He watched open mouthed as Leo raised his head as he could to look into the camera and bat his gorgeous eyes at him. The bastard knew the effect they had on him.
“Daddy, I want you now,” he sighed. “Please.”
And when Finn thought that heaven couldn’t look any better -or hell any worse- Logan’s hand lowered again, down and down and down. He stroked Leo’s ass gently a few times before cupping one cheek to spread them apart. Finn felt his soul leave his body. Logan’s grip revealed the little vibrator that Leo loved, set on a medium speed. It was long and narrow, a opaque black with golden circles around. And now barely visible, so deep into the trembling, obscene mess that Leo was. He shined with sweat and lube, like the most beautiful and obscene angel from a Renaissance painting.
“It has been like this for a while, now,” Logan’s voice returned, low and accented. “It must be driving him crazy.”
“Sweet Jesus,” Finn muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.”
He needed to go home now. He needed teletransportation -why wasn’t teletransportation a thing in the 21st century?
Finn stared at the wall in front of him and blinked, waiting for his brain to start again.
The book club could wait until next time. Until Finn and Leo and Logan…no, he couldn’t think those things with his teammates in the other room. But he needed to go, and they were, in fact, in the other room. If he acted quickly, it would take twenty minutes top to reach his apartment. Thirteen if he considered speed limits speed suggestions.
“Okay, O’Hara,” he whispered to himself. “Get it together.”
He quickly lost the Lions’ hoodie, folding it onto his arms to keep it in front of his pants, and took a deep breath. He could do this. He would do this. He just had to be quick, and unsuspicious, and not sound as horny and desperate and on the verge of tears as he actually was. Easy peasy.
Finn quietly stepped back into the living room, car keys in hand and moving on his feet a little. He made a point to look sad and agonizing, fishing the expression he’d used so many times to soften his mother and skip school when he was little. The boys were still talking about the book, Adam rambling about the mysterious encounter in chapter six.
It was when Finn shook his keys a bit that they looked up at him. Remus frowned. “Harzy, you’re leaving so soon?”
“You feeling alright, man?” Thomas asked, turning to look at him. In a second, four pair of eyes were on him, confused and concerned.
Finn swallowed. “Yeah, uh, no. Migraine. Fulminating. Awful business. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go home to lay down a bit.”
“Oh, jeez. Sorry to hear that, Harz. Do you want to go lay down in the guests’ room? I can get you a painkiller…” Remus started, closing his book and getting up.
Finn suppressed a whimper. “Oh, thanks Loops, there’s really no need.”
“You sure man? You have a PT here with you.”
“Yeah, but uhm. I really want my bed right now?”
Evgeni sent him a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, let him go Loops. I’m sure Cubs will take care of him just fine.”
Oh, you big Russian bear, you have no idea, Finn thought. Stopping himself from jumping on his spot was getting harder.
Adam raised an eyebrow. “You do look a bit red and hot, man.” He opened and closed his mouth, maybe to tell Finn not to make puns. But he must have decided Finn looked miserable enough. “Hope you’re not coming up with a fever.”
Finn nodded some more. “I’ll check the temp at home and let you know. Thanks guys, er, don’t worry. Sorry about leaving. See you at practice, bye!”
“Do you want me to drive you-”
“Bye!”
Finn got into his car in record time. He cursed as he lifted the sweater from his legs, making his dick ache for the waiting. He typed a quick “on my way” to the group chat with Leo and Logan. And if he snapped a picture of the poor state oh his pants, well that was his business and his business only. A few seconds later, Logan replied with a “good ;)”. Those little, little shits.
“Little, little shits.”
One last ping from his phone made the screen light up as he turned the keys and the car turned on. He checked quickly before cursing some more and putting on his seatbelt.
“Drive safe, Daddy ;)))”
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We stop here for today! But who knows, there's always space for a pt 2 in the future :))
#o'knutzyweek2023#o'knutzy week 2023#o'knutzy#lumosinlove#finn o'hara#leo knut#logan tremblay#lou's writing
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O'Knutzy Week day 3
character credits to @lumosinlove, prompts and hosting credits to @oknutzyweek2023 .
Prompts: Cooking Mishaps; Dance; Smiles; Cookouts.
“What if we just leave them here?”
“Finn, no.”
“What if we leave me here?”
“Finn. Go put on your socks.”
A long, suffering sigh.
Finn detached himself from the wake of the muffins on the counter and disappeared into their bedroom. Leo stared at the them a moment longer.
He appreciated the effort. He sure did. When he’d started taking out the ingredients for the muffins, Finn had immediately jumped to help. The fact that he’d compromised the whole recipe was only marginal to Leo. Just like the wobbly form of his poor, poor pumpkin muffins.
They could almost pass as cute. Almost.
They’d tasted one together before leaving, just like his Mama always did. And now Finn didn’t want to leave the house with them.
Leo knew deep in his heart that there was something fundamentally wrong with those muffins. He didn’t think Finn could mess up that much, honestly, but there they stood. But they were also the muffins for team dinner, and Finn had helped, how cute was that? Leo wouldn’t say a thing about them.
He hoped the team wouldn’t notice and pester him too much.
•••
The Dumais’ house was welcoming and vibrating with life as always. Logan would always look back with affection at his bed in the basement, the nights on crumpled couches for movie night and constantly having four kids to play with. But he sure wouldn’t complain about his current situation. No sir, he though, Leo’s hand pressing against his lower back as they entered the house.
They were met by cheers, various yells of “Cubs!”, and a few sloppy kisses on the cheek. The off-season hadn’t been long. The team had met under every pretext, from basketball nights to vacations together. Falling back into routine, together, felt good, and right.
The kitchen was filled with pots and bowls coming from every family of the team. Everybody brought something, that was the only rule for team dinners. Leo had, for once, given up his salty dishes position, sticking to desserts with Lily, Chris and Evgeni.
As soon as Leo placed the muffins on the kitchen isle, Finn disappeared, muttering something about setting the table. Leo couldn’t blame him.The muffins were immediately under attack by a crowd of hungry hockey players and kids. Sirius happily took a bite, only to start chewing less and less confidently after a few times.
“Leo…what happened to your muffins?”
“Finn happened!” Logan called.
Leo rolled his eyes. “Finn tried to help but put baking soda instead of baking powder. And…some cheese fell in. I…yeah.”
“It’s not…bad,” Remus tried, studying his half-bitten muffin with indecision.
“Y’all can hide them,” Leo sighed. “Just don’t let Harzy see.”
Celeste put a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll try to mask the taste with chocolate frosting.”
“Merci, Celeste.”
The backyard, their designated dinner place, was impeccable. A long, long table ran under a series of string lights, filled with baskets of bread and unmatched chairs. People were moving around to set the table, turn on the barbecue and catch up after summer. Katie was carefully putting vases of flowers from the garden in the already crumpled place in between the plates. Leo had missed all this. The moments outside of the rink that strengthened the bond in their team.
Somebody put music thought the speakers Pascal was so proud of installing on his own, and the smell of the barbecue began to fill the air. Dumo had announced it would be him and his garçons to take care of the grill that night. It was heart warming to see him explaining to Sirius, Logan and Cole how everything worked. But it was even cuter to see three grown hockey players following his every move with big eyes, nodding quickly and asking questions.
Soon, the long table in the garden was soon filled with chatter, laughter and hands passing plates and bowls. Leo tried to distract Finn from all the teasing about the muffins, and Logan smiled proudly every time they took a bite of the meat and vegetables grilled by him. He seemed to remember every single piece.
After dinner, the music in the yard turned slower and softer. Pascal was the first to pull Celeste in the middle of the cleared grass, making her laugh and spin. The others were quick to follow. A grinning Thomas, letting Noelle lead. James and Lily, smiling and chatting softly. Remus was melting against Sirius in a gentle rocking back and forth.
It was the kind of hopeless romantic moment that would have had Finn standing up in the bat of an eye, ready to dance with his boys under the gentle eye that was the moon. And he was. As soon as the sweet notes of a love song filled the yard, he was smiling and tilting his head at Leo. But the blond simply smiled back and pointed at something behind Finn’s back. Finn turned, perplexed, only for his eyes to widen in surprise.
Logan rolled his eyes around a smile too big. He stood straight and composed, an arm behind his back and the other still in the air, in front of a shocked Finn. He kept it up and visible, not faltering in the long moment Finn only stared at him. But it was alright. He’d wait eras for Finn.
“Mon rouge,” he smiled, feeling heat travel up to his cheeks. A wonderful kind of exposure and wait filled the space between them. The kind of adrenaline of asking out on a first date, or a school dance. He felt at the edge of a cliff, at the mercy of wind and waves. But it would be alright, because he was looking at Finn. And Finn had always been his lighthouse. “Shall we?”
Finn’s smile always lighted his nights.
Their eyes never left each other as Finn took his hand and stood up, letting Logan bring them to the middle of the improvised dance floor.
Finn was an elegant, old-fashioned boy at heart. He knew how to mix them cocktails and read poetry with the right stops and rhythms. And of course, he knew how to lead Logan in a slow dance. He eased a hand on his waist, gently moving them in well-practiced steps. The other hand was clasped to his, and his head tilted to the side. But Logan could see his eyes, sparkling with happiness. A happiness that, he knew, would turn into a vacant, distant stare for just a moment during their dance. A brief but inevitable thought of the past. And then Finn would return to him, dopey smile and wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. The past was something they could talk about anytime, now. And they’d understood and forgiven each other. It had all turned out in the end. But Logan also understood that in a little corner of Finn’s wonderful mind, there were scars that wouldn’t fade.
Logan was doing best to be visible lately. Taking their hands during their walks, choosing fancy, romantic restaurants for dinner instead of a nameless pub, where the world would only see them as friends. Restaurants where he could hold their hands on the table and feed them bits of his dessert. Finn was loving it as much as Leo did. Both Finn and Leo presumed that, together with the love, there was an effort to compensate for the wait, the lack of before. Both had reassured him multiple times that there was no need, no need at all, because they’d been happy before and they were happy now. But Logan was on a self imposed mission of romanticism, and Finn wouldn’t be the one to stop him.
Logan was quick to fall into Finn’s flow. It was after a twirl that he nudged their noses together. “You know, I used to be so scared of people seeing and watching,” he said. “But now…the only thing I want is to show you and Leo all over the place.” Finn left a gentle kiss on his lips before letting him continiue. “I’m still nervous around people, I guess that’s just who I am. But here…I know that these people want to see us happy, and together. I love being that with you.”
Finn had to rest his cheek against Logan’s temple after a deeper kiss. He looked around. The string lights hanged around the garden shined in soft lines that framed the night sky. Leo was looking at them and smiling even more brightly. He’d surely taken a few pictures of them. He’d show them lately that night, while getting ready for bed, like he always did. Logan shifted, maybe so he could get a snoop of Leo, too -Finn wouldn’t blame him.
Around them, the atmosphere sweetened the edges of people. James and Lily went back to their seats. Sergei made his wife laugh. Kasey and Natalie were dancing in a quiet corner, a phone balanced on a glass pointed at them. A video, Finn realized. For Alex.
Logan shifted a little, pressing a hand into his lower back. “Hey,” he whispered, without stopping the gentle rocking. “I want this song at our wedding.”
Finn stopped.
“What?” he breathed faintly.
Logan just shrugged, without letting the hand on Finn’s back falter. He smiled, a devastating half-smile that was melted gold in the low, warm light of the garden. Unaware of the turmoil those words had caused in Finn. “Ouais,” he nodded. “I like this song.”
“Logan.”
He heard Finn’s breathing breaking into smaller, quicker fits. Logan frowned, but what he feared would be the start of tears was followed by Finn’s laughter. Low in his chest, vibrating against the hand steady in between his shoulder blades. Two hands were grasping Logan’s shoulder and shaking him before he knew.
“Logan. You can’t just say that to me.”
“Non?”
“Nom.” Finn passed a thumb on his cheek, eyes wide and a little glossy. “You can’t.”
“Dommage.” Logan kissed him. “Because I will.”
They let the next song pass in a gentle hug. Finn’s arms circling Logan’s neck, temple drawn together. Logan could feel Finn breathing against his neck. He never wanted to move.
“Hey. We should do it more often,” Finn whispered, as if afraid to disturb their little bubble of bliss. Logan nodded. They swung around the grass some more, and then decided that they needed Leo to dance.
They didn’t find him at his seat, but he came back a moment later with a beer. He turned to look around, a hand on his hip.
“Y’all, we need a yard. I want to host these cookouts.”
Logan laughed, nodding. Finn took Leo’s hand, pulling him close.
“Sure, baby. We’ll get you a big yard. Come here.” Finn guided him on his lap, lacing his arms around the goalie’s waist. He sniffed a little. “All the yards you want.”
“Finn, were you crying?”
A knowing smile from Logan made his frown disappear. “I told him I wanted to dance the song from before at our wedding.”
Leo’s expression softened. He cupped Finn’s face with his hands, leaving a soft kiss on his temple. “Oh, honey. Yeah, that’ll do it.”
For a while, they just watched the rest of the team dance and talk. “Yeah,” Leo repeated after a while. “I want a yard. A big yard. Like my parents’.”
“Oh, that’s a really big yard,” Logan said. Leo raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t like my parents’ yard?”
“No, I’m just saying. That’s a lot of space. It’s not a yard that you find in the city. Rimouski’s yard is optimal.”
“That’s not as big.”
“Hey, it’s not big, but there’s plenty of space to have fun. Size isn’t everything. It depends on how you use it.”
“Please stop making erotic references while we talk about our future yard.”
“What do you want in our big, big yard, Peanut Butter Better Butty Baby?” Finn song singed.
Leo tilted his head. The way his eyes shined with the string lights did all sort of things to Logan. “I want a place for the barbecue. A big patio so we can read outside when it rains and a garden to grow our own veggies. And, you know…place for some sort of playground, one day?”
Logan’s eyebrows shot up. Finn groaned, hiding his blushing cheeks into Leo’s shoulder. “Did you two decide if was Let’s make Finn cry night? Was this premeditated? You should be thankful I’m not wearing any mascara.”
“Finn, you don’t own a mascara.”
“And thank God for that. I’d be a mess by now.”
Logan sighed, leaning in for a kiss. “You’re so weird. Come here.”
•••
The yard gradually turned less and less crowded as people began to call it a night. There were pats on the back and, finally, a lot of “see you on Monday”’s. But three chairs hadn’t moved in almost an hour, and three pairs of eyes were staring at the night sky. Three pairs of hand were busy holding each other, or stroking gently a leg here or a strand of curls there. Low laughter came from three sleepy smiles.
“…And we also need a pool,” Logan yawned. They’d been talking about sweet nothings all night, but the mental image of that yard, one day, big and filled with love, and people, little people he hoped, hadn’t left him all night. “Because I like swimming and I like seeing you two in swimsuits.”
He didn’t add that he’d build a big slide so their kids could have fun in said pool.
Leo nodded, suppressing a yawn of his own. “I rectify: we need an outdoor pool for the fun, and an indoor pool because I like you two even more without swimsuits on.”
“Oh, ouais. I like that. Let’s just get pools.”
“Yeah,” Finn nodded against Logan’s shoulder, a hand passing through Leo’s hair. “I’ll get you two all the yards and the pools you want.”
Leo sat starigher to cup th eback of Finn’s neck. Soft lips met his. “I know, sweetheart.” And Leo knew. Finn always had that sparkle in his eyes, that pressing hand against his back. That veneration that made him remember about a starless balcony, and the promise to light up Leo’s nights in every way he could.
And he had.
He brought Finn’s hand up to place a gentle kiss on it. “Harz.”
“Mh.”
“We’ll get you everything you want, too, baby. Everything.”
Finn was aware of his inability to accept words and acts of kindness in a normal way. He felt a need to earn them, otherwise the guilt would take over and he had to scroll them off. It took a lot for Finn to believe he deserved good things. But he was finally feeling like he could let go a little. The ropes they used to build their relationship would not get loose if he relaxed into Leo and Logan as he so ardently wished them to do with him.
They’d build the good things together.
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@oknutzyweek2023 day five ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
my brain is a machine that produces harvard era finnlo so this is what i have to offer. pls don't ask me what happened to day four hehehe. instead enjoy college boys and sillysoft bus ride feelings. featuring a new hoodie and a playlist from alex.
Finn was cold. He was cold and he was annoyed and his feet hurt and it was all his fault. And it was a Sunday night and they were going to get back to campus so late. He could feel himself pouting but he couldn't bring himself to snap out of it.
“Why is it already cold now?” Finn complained, hunching his shoulders in. It wasn’t like it was winter, but he had left his sweatshirt almost certainly in the away team locker room. His perfect, reliable, heavy enough for a chilly day but easy to bring to practice sweatshirt.
Logan went along with the bitching, though. Reliable Logan. Logan whose quiet, private jokes had been distracting him from everything all evening. Logan who looked so pretty after he scored a goal it made Finn catch his breath suddenly. “Man, I know.”
Logan looked at Finn sideways. They were standing in line at a gas station in upstate New York, headed home from an away game. The bus was getting gas, so the team was released onto the store, stocking up on snacks like they wouldn’t reach civilization for weeks. “Did you leave your sweatshirt?”
“Yeah,” Finn sighed. One of them always forgot something, either on the way, which was annoying, or on the way back, which was disappointing.
“No wonder you’re cold,” Logan said. “You’re always cold. Merde, no wonder you’ve been like an ice cube.”
Finn blushed and tried to cover it up by tweaking Logan’s beanie. His stupid, silly beanie that pushed down his dark wavy bangs around his eyes. “No one said you had to take a nap on me if I was so cold,” he said. And it was true; no one had told Logan that he should lean his head on Finn’s shoulder and knock out with his headphones on. It was just something he did, instinctual, like the way he’d sometimes reach out and rub Logan’s ankles while they watched TV, or the way he’d fallen asleep instantly in Logan’s bed the other week during a movie and slept there through the night.
Then it was Logan’s turn to blush. It made a little rushing feeling go through Finn when Logan blushed back, or when their eyes caught in a look they wouldn’t name. The feeling of possibility-- and then a whole flickering array of other things, like hope and excitement and panic and fear fear fear-- and then, putting it away.
“Stay here. Get your snacks. I’ll be back,” Logan called as he turned to walk, toward the bathroom or something, Finn figured. He shrugged. He knew what Logan wanted.
Finn caught up with Will and Percy in line, scooped up twizzlers and cheez-its and some peanut m&ms for the journey ahead. Percy was acting out something from a movie, it seemed like, gesticulating wildly with the hand that wasn’t clutching a bag of sweet chili doritos. Finn rubbed his hands up and down his arms and let himself be distracted.
Moments later, they were headed back out, armed with enough sugar to raise the dead.
“Got you this.” Logan jogged to catch up with Finn. He didn’t look right at Finn but he was smirking as he shoved something into Finn’s arms.
Finn shook it out. It was a thick gray hoodie, with some text in garishly sparkly neon green lettering reading out, “New York is for Lovers”.
Finn had to laugh. It was so kitschy, so cheesy, but also...something in his silly, unreliable heart tweaked out a little at the word “lover” on anything that Logan was pushing into his hands. He didn’t want to ruin it by overthinking.
Not thinking about it at all, he pulled it over his head, sighing in relief. It was somehow incredibly soft, smelling like cleaning chemicals and faintly of movie theater popcorn butter. And it was from Logan who was so sweet and so unpredictable. Finn could not have seen this coming.
“So you’re not an ice cube for the rest of the drive,” Logan said, yanking the hood down over Finn’s eyes as soon as it was over his head.
“Uhhuh, I knew you had an agenda,” Finn laughed. His heart was beating quickly, though, his whole body warm in a way that had set on too fast to just be from the hoodie Logan had handed him. No, this was a fizzy, pulsing warmth not unrelated to how it felt lining a shot up into open goalspace.
Logan looked right at him, just for a second, and it was just the two of them. Locked eyes together in the parking lot of a Kwik Trip in nowhere, NY, on a Sunday night on the way back to campus. The night, dark and chilly and quiet besides for the whooshing of cars passing just up on the highway and the murmur of conversation from inside, from the bus.
And then just as quick as the moment arrived, it was over. With a sharp, and frankly unnecessarily screech of whistle, Coach was herding everyone back onto the bus, announcing their ETA back in Cambridge and starting to issue reminders about morning practice the next day.
Finn followed Logan to their normal spot, halfway up on the right side, and slid into the aisle seat. He pulled his arms in to hug himself, cocooned in the sweatshirt. Standing outside with Logan had been enough of an adrenaline rush to cause a little crash, and Finn felt impossibly tired all of the sudden, his feet aching once again as he pulled out his phone and looked at the practice schedule for the week.
Next to him, Logan’s headphones were back on, his eyes closed as he tilted his head back. Finn wiggled his shoulders over minutely, enough for Logan to do what he was undeniably waiting for the opportunity for.
The bus accelerated onto the highway, everyone seeming to quiet down and nestle in for the last leg of the trip. Logan didn’t disappoint; he dropped his head back against Finn’s chest and wiggled over so their thighs almost overlapped. Logan was toasty, of course, a little scowling space heater conveniently positioned on Finn’s right.
The lights were down, so Finn didn’t worry about the blush staining his cheeks or the goofy smile he quickly tucked away. He pulled out his headphones and scrolled back through texts until he found the playlist Alex had sent him a few days before. They didn’t have the exact same taste in music but it always felt good to think about his brother down in Tampa, jamming out or running to the same songs as him up in Cambridge.
Finn pressed shuffle and closed his eyes. His feet were sore but he felt perfectly content, going 60 miles per hour toward home with Logan next to him and his team all around them.
#o'knutzy week 2023#o'knutzy#finn o'hara#logan tremblay#finnlo#harvard era finnlo#sweather weather lumos in love#liv fic
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O'Knutzy Week 2023 snoops!
“You don’t like my parents’ yard?”
“No, I’m just saying. That’s a lot of space. It’s not a yard that you find in the city. Rimouski’s yard is optimal.”
“That’s not as big.”
“Hey, it’s not big, but there’s plenty of space to have fun. Size isn’t everything. It depends on how you use it.”
“Please stop making erotic references while we talk about our future yard.”
“Sweet Jesus,” Finn muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.”
He needed to go home now. He needed teletransportation -why wasn’t teletransportation a thing in the 21st century? The book club could wait until next time. Until Finn and Leo and Logan…no, he couldn’t think those things with his teammates in the other room. But he needed to go, and they were, in fact, in the other room. If he acted quickly, it would take twenty minutes top to reach his apartment. Fifteen if he considered speed limits speed suggestions.
“Finn, you don’t own a mascara.”
“And thank God for that. I’d be a mess by now.”
He looked unbearably cute like that, Leo thought. Crouched in front of the plants, in his overalls and bucket hat, freckles and small fingers stroking the leaves with big, curious eyes. Leo could cry and scream and sing of happiness. That was his kid, their kid, theirs to love and raise and take care of. He wanted a picture of him like that. He’d send it to his mother for her birthday. Where was Finn with his camera?
“I think I’ll do it in New Orleans.” Finn was smiling at the setting sun. So brightly, a little absent. Already picturing it all. Alex nudged their shoulders together.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Leo would love that. Maybe on the boat, after dinner. And his parents would be close- yeah, I think it’ll be there.”
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O'Knutzy Week! Prompt: cooking mishap
I'll be posting parts of the same story each day this week! It's a cubs au where Finn's spending the summer at his parent's house in the Hamptons and Leo is their private chef. Established LeLo. Characters by @lumosinlove and parts of this were written by the incomparable @allhalloweve (specifically most the flashback cooking scene is by them, and the last few lines, and some more scattered in there too 💗)
Part 1 here
for @oknutzyweek2023
Part 2
Leo travelled home that Monday morning with his heart fluttering. He felt pulled to get home to Logan, their summer days in the city together were as sweet as the tea that accompanied them throughout the hot sticky days in Brooklyn.
But his mind also drifted over the past few weekends with Finn. Finn usually worked on his laptop, but sometimes had pages printed out, marked up with an indecipherable code of color pens. Leo had laughed with his full chest when he sat down and pulled the same pens out of his own bag to write his grocery lists and meal plans for the next weekend. They had shared the space and shared their pens, and even if Leo was no closer to understanding when Finn used the violet or the sage green, he could admit they were sharing something special. Friendship, of course.
Leo was so happy with Logan, they had been joined at the hip and the heart since Logan had attempted an evening cooking class that Leo had been teaching.
Logan was, quite possibly, the worst cook Leo had ever seen. He was hesitant to trust the man with anything sharper than a cutting board. Not for lack of competence–no, Logan was brilliantly smart with wit to match–but rather a complete inability to cook more than an egg. Even that was risky on occasion.
But bless his heart, Logan had the most refined palette Leo ever had the pleasure of finding. Despite not being able to find his way around a recipe with a flashlight and a map, Logan could taste a dish and know in a moment what it needed—not just salt or pepper, either. It needs spice, he had said the very first time Leo let him breathe near the industrial ovens, rummaging in the spice racks. It needs…this. This smells right.
The ensuing mac and cheese had tasted just as good as any Leo had eaten in a restaurant, yet came from the hands of a man who had nearly dropped a mallet on his foot mere minutes before. Leo’s plan had been a tenderised cut of beef, to be seared and then baked, teaching skills in basting, marinades, testing temperatures, and plating. This plan had been officially abandoned after the incident with the mallet. And the pan that may never recover. And better not to mention the smell.
When Leo switched his intention from ‘cooking lesson’ to ‘let’s just feed this adorable, wrecking ball of a man’, this glorious mac and cheese had unfolded. They had shared the dish over stainless steel counters while purposefully ignoring the mess that Leo was unreasonably glad wasn’t in his own home, in favour of enjoying their food and each other. They had been the only people left in the building, and Leo was gone on him. Logan spent half an hour rambling about the spice and silk trade of the 14th century—Leo spent half an hour admiring his bright eyes and soft mouth. Three years later, he had come to love those eyes more than anything.
Leo stepped off the train while the sweet memories swirled around his mind, and began the short walk home to their apartment, ready to try a new recipe that had also been percolating. He sent Logan a text letting him know he was home, and Logan responded.
Leo ☀️
I’m off the train now, loveLo. Home soon. Going to make a recipe i saw, like a apricot tart
Logan💚Ok i’ll be home soon, love. Just at the library. Can’t wait to get my mouth on you it
Leo ☀️
mmm but which first?
Logan💚
You, obviously. xxx
Leo smiled to himself and set to unpacking and prepping the veggies for dinner and dessert. He fully planned on allowing himself to be interrupted when Logan got home.
Steam sizzled on the stove and Leo turned the burner off, the kitchenaid joining music as the background noise wafting through their apartment. A warm chest pressed up against his back, bare rather than hidden beneath a carefully-ironed button down.
“Hi Tremzy,” Leo sighed, letting his head drop back into Logan’s shoulder. “Why don’t you have a shirt on?”
Logan turned his head to nuzzle Leo’s hair with his nose and wrapped his arms firmly around Leo’s waist.
“Is hot,” Logan murmured.
Leo turned to press a kiss to his forehead, brushing messy curls out of the way.
“Won’t catch me complaining. How was your weekend?”
“Fine, good. Met up with Noelle, did workouts in mornings, read that new biography book. Missed you,” his nose wrinkled. “Missed you way too much. Fuckin’ richies.”
“Your family has a summer house in addition to their regular house,” Leo pointed out with a snort. “And those richies pay our bills right now.”
“They steal my boyfriend.”
“They are perfectly nice. Haley and Ramsey treat me like family and, well I don’t know their oldest that well, but Finn’s sweet. You’d like him.”
Logan levelled a sceptical look on him while one hand slipped away to snag a bite of apricot. That seemed unlikely. “I would?”
“He’s funny. He’s smart, like you. An editor for novels ‘n shit. Total bookworm. You’d amuse each other, I think.” And it would keep you both out of my way so I can cook in peace. What Leo wouldn’t give to see them set each other off about a pedantic historical detail. If anyone in the world could make Finn’s ears go red in a little fit of crankiness, it would be Logan. Bullheaded, the both of them.
Logan seemed suspicious. “Isn’t this the same Finn who freaked out about seaweed?”
“Well, yes, and, um, so he invited us to stay next week. You can grill him for more details about phobias then.” Leo kissed his cheek again, then turned fully in his arms for a proper one on his lips.
The kiss appeased Logan’s huffiness enough to earn Leo a second one; he sank into it, settling one hand in the dip of Logan’s waist where his skin was warm and soft.
“Je t’aime,” Logan said into his mouth. His thumb ran in circles over Leo’s jaw and sent goosebumps over his body.
“Love you more,” he whispered back, and started walking Logan backwards towards their bed.
Some time later, after their traditional Monday reconnection, they lay in bed together. Logan had his head resting in Leo’s bare chest, and Leo was running his fingers through Logan’s hair rhythmically.
“Would you want to go?” Leo asked.
“Quoi?” Logan said.
“Finn really did invite us both up for the week. Might be nice to get away for a week?”
“I guess, but isn’t it a bit weird?”
“Yeah, I can see why’d you say that,” Leo sighed. “But Finn really is sweet. Haley and Ramsey - they would be around for the weekend, and I would be working then. But then we could have 4 days of relaxing… sitting by the pool, I’d take you to the farmer’s market, maybe down to the water… all the stuff I don’t have time for on the weekends.”
Logan rested his chin on Leo’s sternum and hummed.
“Sounds like you really want to go, hmm peanut?”
“Yeah, I guess I do. But only if you’re there,” Leo said, shrugging.
“D’accord, of course. Getting out of the city for a week sounds amazing. I do have that planning meeting with my principal and the other social science teachers this weekend though.”
“Oh shit, right, I forgot about that.”
Logan turned to kiss Leo’s shoulder, ran his tongue along his collarbone. “I’m pretty sure only a Saturday worked for some of them. But, one more weekend apart, and then I can be your sous chef for two whole weekends,” Logan kissed the dip between his collarbones, “help you, spend time with you,” he murmured and his kisses travelled up Leo’s neck.
Leo laughed, and pulled Logan up to kiss him, revelling in the softness of his lips.
“I can’t wait, love.” Kiss. “But, sweetheart?”
“Hmm?”
Kiss.
“Absolutely no knives.”
#coast to coast#o'knutzy#lumosinlove#o'knutzy week 2023#LeLo#cooking mishaps#but vaguely#chef Leo#food
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o'knutzy day 4: laundry
credit to @lumosinlove and special thanks to @oknutzyweek2023
Leo used to hate doing laundry. His mom used to make him do it with her a lot because it was an important life skill. He couldn’t be more appreciative of it now. It was a source of comfort.
Take the things out of the dryer.
Put them into the basket.
Give the basket to Finn.
Put the things from the washer into the dryer.
Try to limit the things Logan steals in the process.
(He doesn’t try all that hard on the last one.)
The repetitive motions works wonders when he's trying to calm down or relax after a long day.
By the time he's done with the laundry, Logan has switched into one of their clean sweatshirts and has made popcorn and Finn has taken the clothes basket to the living room so he can fold the clothes.
Most days they end up watching one of their comfort movies. Either Hercules (Finn), Brother Bear (Leo), or Meet The Robinsons (Logan).
It takes roughly 20 minutes for Finn to fall asleep and 30 minutes for Logan to start demanding Leo play with his hair. By the time the credits are rolling they're all far asleep on the couch until someone wakes up enough to wake the other one's up to move to their room. They may not appreciate it but their backs do.
In all honesty, Leo wouldn't trade laundry nights for the world.
#lumosinlove#sweater weather#logan tremblay#finn o'hara#leo knut#o'knutzy#o'knutzy week 2023#domestic
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