#“DON'T TOUCH MY HARZY OR MY PEANUT- wait they're not mine... i want them to be... they can't be mine... i love them” *internal crash out*

[iluvchick3nz]

Hello! I saw this old post from lumosinlove and I immediately thought of you! Would you write something about the boys on the ice? All the little comments and reactions they have to each other. Either before or after they get together (or maybe both 👀) ?

https://www.tumblr.com/lumosinlove/635257535556894720/im-just-re-reading-all-of-sw-again-cause-im-not?source=share

(thank you so much for all your stories, you make my little heart very very happy every time ❤️)

I am a HUGE fan of pre-O'Knutzy angst and yearning, I gotta say. Some of my favorite stuff to write!

I hope you enjoy; this was such a fun prompt!

Credits to @lumosinlove !!

Gryffindor Stadium, USA, October 2019

Leo winced as Dallas’ seventy-four collided with his right leg, stretching it out even more than it already was until it twinged. He forced himself to cover the puck with his glove to stop the play, grateful for the corresponding whistle.

The Stars player, still heavy on his leg, struggled to stand and tapped Leo’s blocker with his stick, obviously irritated that Leo had interrupted their chance for a lead. “Watch your limbs, rookie.”

Immediately, there was a Lions jersey invading his space. Logan had his hands on the player’s jersey in half a second. “The fuck you say?” he growled.

“Oh, Jesus,” Leo muttered under his breath. 

But seventy-four wasn’t backing down. He got right in Logan’s face. “You got a problem, you damn pipsqueak?”

Then, out of the blue, Finn was there, yanking him back by the neck of his jersey. “Fucking watch it, you asshole. Don’t touch our goalie.”

Leo tried to pretend not to be hot and bothered by the dark stares Finn and Logan were directing at the other player.

Seventy-four looked like he wanted to protest, but eyed the linesmen standing nearby warily. “Fine,” he spat, then skated off.

When Leo looked up after handing the puck to the ref he was met with twin anxious- and soft, so soft- gazes. Logan skated closer. “You okay, Nutty?”

Leo cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, thanks.”

“Bien.” Logan tapped their helmets together. “You’re playing good.”

“Thank you.”

Finn came in for his own helmet tap. “You’re kicking ass, peanut.”

Leo laughed. “You, too.”

Finn gave him a wink, then he and Logan were skating over to take the face-off, playfully nudging each other. 

Leo swallowed around the heavy feeling in his throat and turned to tap his goal posts. 

***

Anaheim, USA, November 2019

Logan felt a twinge in his wrists as number sixteen’s stick came slashing down over them. He let out a grunt and drew them into his body on the whistle, hissing through his teeth at the sharp pain.

“Hey, whoa!” yelled a familiar voice behind him. Finn was chest to chest with the Anaheim player in a blink. “Man, that was not clean!”

The guy rolled his eyes. “Whoops, O’Hara.”

“Don’t you fucking whoops me, that was totally unnecessary! That’s how people get injured, you fuck, I oughta-”

“Whoa, guys,” a linseman said, stepping in between them. “Break it up. Tremblay, you good?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais, I’ll go back to the bench. Talk to our PT.”

The linesman nodded and went to go deliberate with the others before calling the penalty. Logan was skating back to the bench to have Remus look at when he felt a warm presence by his side.

“Lo, you good?”

Logan slowed a bit, meeting Finn’s worried eyes. He put on a smile. “Ouais, I’ll just have to ice it between periods. There’s only a minute left.” At Finn’s raised eyebrows, he nudged him. “I’ll be fine, Fish. Go, you’re on the power play.”

Finn narrowed his eyes but complied, tapping their helmets together before skating to meet Sirius and James near the dot. Logan turned just as he got to the bench. Leo was waiting for him, dressed and playing backup with a cap over his curls. The sight of him made Logan’s stomach churn in an unfamiliar yet all-too-familiar way.

“Hey,” Leo said, smile white and bright. He opened the bench gate. “Bien?”

Logan nodded, meeting Leo’s clear eyes. “Bien.”

“Hey, Tremz, got an ice pack.”

Logan jumped at Remus’ voice, tearing his eyes away from Leo, who ducked his nose into his jersey, the highs of his cheeks slightly red. Remus held out the pack expectantly, and Logan shucked off his gloves. “Ah, ouais. Merci, Loops.”

Remus slapped his back. “Keep ‘em there for a few minutes, then we’ll make sure they’re still loose, okay? Let me know if anything pinches or twinges really badly.”

“Ouais, got it.”

Logan turned to say something to Leo- what exactly, he didn’t know, but he felt he needed to, his heart was racing so bad. But before he could, he was interrupted by the whistle, then one of the assistant coaches was herding him further along the bench, away from Leo’s hunched form. Logan scowled down at his wrists before looking back towards the end of the bench.

He pretended to not see the way Leo’s wide eyes darted to his, nose still buried in his jersey, before turning his gaze back to the ice to watch Sirius take the face-off. 

***

Gryffindor, USA, December 2019

Leo lunged, extending his blocker, reacting quickly as the puck ricocheted and covering it with his glove. His heart was beating, and his muscles strained from flexing so quickly. He let out a heavy breath and dropped his head down to rest on his glove. Their defense had been messy and disorganized, and he was making more saves than he preferred this game. 

Suddenly, a spray of ice was hitting his face, followed by the frustrated grunt of Winnipeg's sixteen, who had taken the shot. Leo shook his head, trying to brush the wetness out of his face. He heard the sharp slicing of skates across the ice, then was watching Logan take sixteen’s jersey in between his now ungloved hands. 

“Fucking watch it,” he growled, green eyes dark and his mouth in a snarl that did funny things to Leo’s stomach. 

Sixteen said something lowly that Leo didn’t catch, then he was watching as Logan lunged to hook his arm around the man’s head to try and shove him down.

Two refs were there in a second to pull them apart, Logan continuing to yell in angry French. Leo pushed his mask up over his face, breathing hard, and handed the puck to a linesman that came up to him.

“Nice save, one.”

Leo nodded through his pants. “Thanks.”

“Peanut.” Leo turned, and Logan was there, eyes now a softer shade, but the anger was still there. “C’est bien? That was dirty.”

Leo put on a small smile, flustered under Logan’s focused attention. “I’m good. Just surprised me.”

“Hm.” Logan reached up and brushed his warm thumb under Leo’s eye. “Snow.”

“Ah. Thanks.” Leo glanced at where the refs were staring at them, obviously waiting. “You’re going to the box.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Fucking sixteen. That was totally unnecessary, what the hell was he thinking-”

“Logan.” Leo felt his smile widen, cheeks hot. He nodded his head. “Go.”

Logan’s cheeks flushed ever more under his helmet. He looked slightly sheepish. “Ah, ouais. Just…” He took a deep breath. “I got you, peanut.”

Leo bent to tap his head against Logan’s helmet. “Thanks, Tremz.”

Logan nodded then turned awkwardly, shaking himself off before heading over dutifully to the box. Leo marked up his crease and dropped into a brief butterfly stretch, trying to loosen up his muscles. When he stood, he turned his eyes to the dot, where Sirius and another Jets player were waiting to take the faceoff. Finn and James were there, Thomas, too. 

Leo didn’t miss the way Finn’s eyes, framed by his freckles and a furrowed eyebrow, flashed briefly to his own.

***

Gryffindor, USA, October 2020

Logan didn’t really know how it happened. One second he had a Detroit player at his back as he protected the puck, trying to swing it to the outside and send it away from the Lions’ defensive end and protect their late third period lead, and the next second he had two sticks under his skates and went flying across the ice, crashing right into Leo in all his tall, padded glory. 

Logan didn’t really mind being under Leo- enjoyed it, actually- but preferably with much less on. Pads were kind of inconvenient, he thought. And heavy.

The two of them slid, knocking the goal off its posts. Logan felt the bump of them knocking into the boards and Leo fell a little more heavily on top of him with a grunt. 

“Soleil,” Logan said softly. “You okay?”

Leo nodded. His blue eyes were bright under the stadium lights. He groaned as he shifted to get up. “Sorry, I’m crushing you.”

Logan found it in himself to laugh lightly. “Non. I, ah- it’s okay. Under different circumstances.” At Leo’s snort, Logan smiled wider and shifted. “Allez, let me move and give you space.”

They got up and adjusted their pads, Logan reaching up to help Leo with his helmet. Behind them, there was a commotion. They both looked over to find Finn’s broad form in between two Red Wings players, his face red as he shouted. Logan couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying above the shouts of the other two players and the refs trying to calm them down. Finn’s helmet had come off somehow, and his hair was pushed back from his forehead with sweat. In another context- or, even in this one, if he was honest with himself- Logan would have found that quite attractive.

Leo, perhaps reading his mind, nudged him. “Hot.”

Logan smiled at him playfully. “Ouais.” He turned back to watch Finn, who was still yelling at the other players, even as they were all dragged to the penalty box, and sighed exasperatedly. “Rouge.”

“You know, usually that’s your thing.”

Logan shrugged. “What can we say? We feel very strongly about protecting our goalie.”

Leo rolled his eyes, but he was blushing, and nudged Logan to go to the dot and take the face-off.

***

Fifteen minutes later, after a scrape-by win, Leo was wiping sweat off of his face and trying to look a little composed for the camera as Marlene finished asking him questions.

“And finally, Leo, what do you think the Lions could do to tighten up their defense? I know you saw more shots than you would have preferred to this game.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, I think- we were better than we have been. We’ve been in a bit of a slump. It’s mostly a matter of spacing I think, and working to maintain our shape. We’ve been working really hard in practice, and the defense has come a long way. And we came out with a win, so, you know. All good today, I guess.” He smiled. “And honestly, I do prefer not to sit bored in goal, so it could be worse.” 

Marlene laughed. “Always a charmer. We’ll let you go, Leo, and good game.”

“Thanks.” 

He let out a breath as he always did after an interview. He wasn’t really a fan of cameras. He was friendly and personable, but he always got even more flushed in front of them, a bit in his head sometimes. He felt a sense of relief as he made his way down the hall and to the locker room.

As soon as he stepped through, he felt a weight jump on his back. Muscular thighs wrapped around his pad-covered body and he saw two socked feet stick out in front of his hips. Leo smiled and reached behind him to give Logan a pat on the butt. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Salut.” A kiss was pressed to his cheek, then Logan, shirtless and in just his thermals and some basketball shorts, jumped down from his back and came around to face him with a smile. “Good game.”

“You, too, sweetheart.” They walked over to their stalls and Leo began to take off his jersey and pads. “Fuck, I’m so hot and sweaty.”

“Yeah you are.” Long dexterous fingers began to help him unclip his shoulder pads. “Very hot, very sweaty.” Leo smiled as another kiss was pressed to the back of his neck. “Good game, baby.” 

Leo shucked off the rest of his upper body equipment before turning and meeting Finn’s bright eyes. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He sat down heavily next to Logan, reaching out to pat Finn’s hip. “Hey, thanks for defending our honor.”

Finn just shrugged. “Gotta protect what’s mine.” He knelt and began to untie Leo’s skates. “You okay? No twinging or anything?”

Leo shook his head. “No.” He felt a hand scratch at his scalp and he leaned into Logan’s touch. “Feels good. My head sometimes hurts after being under the bright lights for so long.”

Logan made a concerned sound. “Let me get you water, mon coeur.” He was shuffling around in his bag, then held up his Nalgene to Leo’s lips. “Allez, ici. Prendre.”

Leo tilted his head back and let the cool liquid slide down his throat in big gulps. When he finished, gasping in a large breath, he was met with twin smiles. He looked between them. “What?”

Finn shook his head. “Nothing,” he said, coaxing Leo’s left foot up to take off his skate. “You’re so funny when you drink.”

Leo laughed. “Excuse me?”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He was back to scratching Leo’s scalp. “You always drink so much, and then you run out of breath.”

“I like water!”

Finn kissed his knee. “You’re so cute, sunshine.”

Leo hummed happily, slouching to rest against Logan’s strong shoulder. He glanced down at where Finn was massaging his left foot before moving onto his right skate. “You know, I used to die when you both defended me on the ice. Before we got together.”

Finn’s eyes flashed up to his. “Really?”

“Mhm.” Leo let out a breath as Logan dug his fingers into the back of his neck. “I used to freak out so bad. Inwardly.” 

“Non.” Logan’s face was pleased. “You did?”

“Yeah,” Leo laughed softly. “Like, my biggest crushes were just there, all sweaty and angry and stuff, wrestling guys who talked bad to me. Of course I freaked out.”

“I didn’t know that,” Logan said, eyes playful and a little dark in the center. 

Leo snorted. “Well, it wasn’t like I was going to tell you, it’s so embarrassing.”

“If it makes you feel better, babe, you’re both my biggest crushes, too,” Finn chimed in with a wink.

“Oui, mine, too.”

Leo felt his face heat up. “It does, yeah.” 

“Okay,” Finn said. He sat back on his heels and ran his hands up and down Leo’s thighs. “Let’s get these sexy legs out of their pads, then we’ll shower, listen to Coach, and go home. Sound good?” 

Leo nodded. “‘Kay. I’ve got chili in the freezer.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, thanks, baby.” Finn guided him into standing and kissed his cheek. “C’mon, we’ll help you with your pads.”

Leo dutifully lifted his arms up a bit as four hands loosened and helped to pull down his leg pads and take off his blockers. He rested a hand on Logan’s bent back for balance to step out of one, then the other, before standing straight. Logan fit his fingers into the spaces between Leo’s ribs, his palms pressing on Leo’s sternum. “Ça va?”

“Ouais.” Leo kissed his forehead. “Thank you. Those pads are fussy.”

“Mm, I don’t know. I think you look like a cute turtle in them sometimes.”

Leo rolled his eyes at Finn playfully. “Of course you do.” He draped an arm around his shoulders and kissed the side of his head. “C’mon, I wanna shower with my celebrity crushes.”

“I have a feeling that’s not appropriate locker room talk, peanut butter. However, I am a fan.”

Leo just shook his head fondly, placed another kiss to each of their temples, and turned to gather their towels.