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iluvchick3nz · 20 days ago

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I saw this old post (yes i'm scrolling down lumosinlove's blog and sending you all my favourite posts) that was asked to our beloved hazel and I thought of you (again!). Would you write something about the boys and spending time with their parents? Something with baby pictures maybe?? Not necessarily a first meeting but just some family dinners or parties or something. Thank you so much, your writing is giving me such much life

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Oh, wine drunk FinnLo is a sigh to behold, ESPECIALLY when paired with an equally tipsy Eloise and her extensive collection of baby pictures. Cue an ADORING Wyatt Knut and a fondly exasperated Leo in all his bashful glory.

Character credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Look, look, at that one!”

Logan let out a gasp, then fell into a fit of laughter alongside Finn. “Regarde, comme c'est mignon!”

Eloise smiled at the photo Finn was holding, her legs crossed underneath her on the rug. “He did make the cutest little duck. He loved Halloween.”

Logan gasped again, and picked up another photo from the coffee table. “His third birthday!”

Leo shook his head fondly from the sink as he washed a saucepan. “They’ve had too much wine,” he whispered to his dad in quiet French.

“Ah, ouais,” Wyatt replied, taking the pan from Leo’s hand to dry it. “I didn’t realize Eloise had opened the third bottle. I had a glass.” He nudged Leo. “Have you had any?”

“No, I had none! It was all them.” He hissed as he watched the wine glass in Logan’s hand come dangerously close to spilling on the carpet with the movement of his laughter. “Oh, God.”

Wyatt laughed. “Go. I’ll dry this last one and wipe the counter, then we’re done.”

Leo patted his dad on the back and walked quickly over, snatching the glass out of Logan’s hand. Logan smiled at him sheepishly. “Oops.”

“Yeah, oops.” Leo walked a few paces to set it down on the dining room table. “Seems like we’re a little tipsy.”

Logan just made grabby hands out at him. “Ici, mon coeur.”

Leo saw his mother’s eyes follow him as he sat in between Logan and Finn, back resting against the couch. Logan immediately swung himself sideways and planted himself in Leo’s lap. He held out a photo. “Regarde.”

Leo obeyed and smiled. It was a picture of himself and his dad on their boat. It must have been taken before his accident, because he had no gray streak. Wyatt was standing behind him and helping him to hold a fishing rod over the side. His own face was scrunched in laughter, shaded by a blue bucket hat.

Finn rested his chin on Leo’s shoulder and made a happy sound. “Look at your curls, baby.” He looked up at Eloise. “Did he always have curly hair?”

She nodded happily, accepting a glass of water and a kiss on the forehead from Wyatt as he sat down beside her. “Since the day he was born. He had a full head of hair when he came out.”

Finn’s face was eager. “Oh did he now?”

Eloise swallowed a sip of water and stood. “I’ve got some pictures somewhere, sweethearts, hold on.”

“Honey!” Wyatt called. “Do you need help?”

“No!”

Wyatt followed her with his eyes for a moment before standing. “I’m gonna go help her. She knows she can’t reach without the ladder, and that is a safety hazard after all the wine she drank.”

Leo groaned when his dad left and thunked his head back against the couch cushion. “I can’t believe she has that many photos, that’s so embarrassing.”

“Non, it’s cute,” Logan insisted. He squished Leo’s cheeks together, face flushed with alcohol and green eyes bright. “You’re cute.”

Leo kissed his forehead. “And you’re tipsy.” He turned to Finn. “So are you, your ears are all red.”

Finn’s smile was a little dopey. “You’re so pretty.” He began to kiss all over Leo’s face. “Pretty, pretty, pretty.”

“Mm, ouais, the prettiest. Prettiest soleil.”

“Guys,” Leo laughed as Logan joined Finn in planting wet kisses on his skin. “Okay, geez, I love you, too.” He let out a yelp at a wet feeling on his cheek. “Finn, no licking.”

“Mm, but you’re so tasty.” He bit Leo’s jaw. “Tasty, tasty baby.” He let out a sigh, his breath warm on Leo’s skin. “Your pictures are so cute. And there are so many.”

“Hm.” Leo pulled Logan closer to him and dipped his nose into Finn’s hair. “I was their only kid, and a miracle baby, so they took lots of photos. My mama, especially.”

Logan kissed his cheek. “Miracle baby?”

“She had fertility problems.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. He carded his fingers through Leo’s hair. “You’re the best miracle, soleil.”

Leo leaned into his touch with a smile. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He shrugged. “I just feel lucky to have the parents I have. They’re my best friends.”

As if one cue, there was the sound of Eloise and Wyatt’s laughter coming from the hallway. They entered, Wyatt holding a cardboard box in one arm and looping his other with Eloise’s. He helped her sit down, flushed face and crazy curls and all, before setting the box down on the coffee table.

“Okay,” he said. “Here it is. From the day he was born until his second birthday.”

Finn leaned over and took the top off. “How many boxes do you have?”

“Oh, loads,” Eloise laughed. She reached across and put a palm on Leo’s cheek, smile soft and fond. “I just love my beautiful boy.”

Leo blushed. “Love you, mama.”

Eloise kissed her hand then touched his forehead before leaning back. She clapped her hands. “Now! Let’s take a look, shall we? Finn, honey, you found one you like?”

“Oh boy, you bet I did.” He waggled his eyebrows and held up a picture. “Look at this.”

Leo leaned forward, arms tight around Logan’s waist, before letting out an embarrassed sound. “Oh, God.”

“Non, non, I love it!” Logan took the photo from Finn and looked at it closely, then held it up to Leo proudly. “Si mignon, mon soleil.”

Leo hid his nose in Logan’s shoulder sheepishly and looked at the picture. It was of the day he was born, probably a few hours after he came out, because he was clean and wrapped in a white blanket. His eyes were blue and wide open, and there were tight curls close to his scalp, so light they were almost invisible.

“Hey,” a voice whispered in his ear.

Leo turned to meet Finn’s hazy gaze and soft smile. “Hi.”

“You were very cute. Are very cute.”

Leo kissed him quickly. “Love you,” he whispered.

“Love you.”

A nose poked Leo’s cheek. “What about me?”

Leo and Finn burst out laughing, turning to look at Logan’s bashful smile and bright eyes. They each kissed him and Leo squeezed him tightly, rocking them back and forth. “We love you so much baby.”

Logan giggled into Leo’s neck, peeking out at Finn. “Yay.”

Finn tickled his side. “Say it back, ten.”

Logan flinched away from Finn’s hand, clutching the photo to his chest. “I love you.”

“There it is.” Leo kissed his cheek, feeling the stretch of his skin under his lips as he smiled.

Finn drummed on Leo’s thigh. “Can we look at more pictures?”

Leo looked up at his parents questioningly. They were pretending to not pay attention, but Leo saw their hidden smiles. He boosted Logan up further onto his lap. “Is that okay? I’ll put them away.”

Wyatt nodded. “Of course.” He wrapped his arm around Eloise’s shoulders and drew her tired head to rest against him. “I think we’re gonna go to bed.”

“Good night, sweethearts,” Eloise said as she stood, balancing herself on the coffee table. She walked around and patted Finn and Logan each on the head, then pressed a lingering kiss to Leo’s temple. “Love you, baby.”

Leo smiled up at her. “Love you.”

Wyatt ran a hand through his hair and followed Eloise through the kitchen and up the stairs towards their bedroom. Leo watched them for a minute when he felt a tug in his hair. He smiled down at Logan. “You’re so needy.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed, but he didn’t deny it. “Ici.”

“Honey, you’re literally on top of me.”

He wiggled in Leo’s lap. “Non, tighter.”

“Okay.” Leo squeezed him tighter. “How’s this?”

“C’est bien.” He reached out clumsily for Finn’s hand. “Fish, ici.”

Finn laced their fingers together and pressed against their sides. “I think you need water baby.”

“No I don’t.”

Finn’s amused eyes met Leo’s. “Well, I know I do. And if I had water, would you take a sip or two?”

Logan considered this for a moment, looking at Finn with narrowed eyes, before conceding with a grunt, pushing his nose back under Leo’s jaw. “Ouais.”

Finn laughed softly and kissed each of their cheeks. “Be right back.”

While Finn scurried off to the kitchen, Logan and Leo sifted through some more photos. Logan particularly liked one of a tiny Leo, no more than a year and a half old, standing on a step stool at the counter and watching while Wyatt cut some carrots.

“You’ve always liked cooking.” He let out a happy noise and picked up another photo. “Allez, you’re on skates!”

Leo laughed. “Yeah, my dad sometimes went to the indoor rink. He took me when I was little and I loved it so much. Never left.”

Logan grinned at him playfully, then his eyes went soft, a bit more serious.

Leo furrowed his brow. “Quoi?”

“I like it here,” Logan whispered in French. He pressed their temples together. “Feels like home.”

A giddy feeling bubbled its way up Leo’s chest. “Ouais?”

“Ouais.” Logan kissed him softly. “Je t’aime.”

“Order up, lovers.” Finn sat down beside them with a large water glass in his hand. He held it to Logan’s lips. “Drink up, baby, don’t want a headache tomorrow.”

Logan dutifully downed half the glass then pulled back with a gasp. Leo snorted and brushed his hair back from his forehead. “You’re so dramatic.”

Logan was still breathing heavily when he reached for another photo. “Allez, I want to look at more photos.”

Finn rubbed a thumb over his collarbone. “You get very energetic when you’re drunk sometimes. Like, sporadic.”

“Hm?” Logan looked up at him with wide eyes. “Quoi? Non, I’m not drunk.” He hummed quietly to himself and picked up another photo. “Oo, look, you’re on the beach here.” He pressed warm kisses to Leo’s temple. “Cute little baby. Fish, look.”

Finn rolled his eyes fondly, but adhered to Logan’s demand. His face flushed with a smile. “Oh, sunshine, look at you! I think you win the cutest baby prize, look at your cheeks.” He kissed said cheeks. “Still just as rosy.”

“Thank you,” Leo said softly, fondly. He yawned. “I think it’s bedtime. Let’s help get this cleaned up, okay?”

Logan let out a protesting sound. “Five more minutes?”

“Yeah, sunshine, please?”

Leo looked down at each of them and their eager, still slightly tipsy eyes. Finn’s freckles looked like smudges in the warm living room lamp light. Logan’s hair was lighter from the summer sun, long and wavy still from the postseason. The looks they were giving him were open, raw, loving- all things he had dreamed of but never hoped for. He licked his bottom lip and smiled gently.

“Okay,” Leo whispered, kissing them each on the forehead with soft pressure. He rubbed Logan’s stomach with his thumb and wrapped his other arm around Finn’s strong shoulders. Their bodies were warm against his own. Leo was so in love he could barely breathe. “Five more minutes.”

#lumosinlove #leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #o'knutzy #vaincre #sweater weather #coast to coast #lgbtqia #love #leo is a *fond exasperated smitten in love* angel #oh and he's an expert at preventing wine spillage on his mother's nice carpet when his boyfs get crazy loco tipsy #especially logan he is a HAZARD #finn o'hara was MADE to kiss leo's pretty cheeks and pretty nose and pretty curls he thinks his sunshine is so pretty #AND he was made to prevent a logan tremblay hangover of epic proportions- he's like an NFL water cooler guy but boyfriend style #logan is a demanding little fucker when he is tipsy; doesn't matter where they are he will find a lap to sit on and will require snuggles #finnlo want to make a COLLAGE from all of leo's baby photos they just love him SO MUCH he was (is) SO CUTE #eloise knut mom of the year makes an appearance she just loves her boy so much #wyatt once again wins a gold medal in “Best Husband Ever” he's such a good guy

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