#Cubs/Regulus

[floralflorence]

POV: Reg gives Leo a lapdance to this tune ^^^

Leo settled himself on the sofa despite being anything but 'settled' - his leg was jumping, his fingers drumming along the back of it where he'd slung his arms in a desperate attempt to look more composed than he felt. Reg was hovering by the massive sound system they had by the TV in the corner of the room. His back was towards him as he scrolled through his phone and connected it to the speakers. All Leo could really see was the stark white number '1' on the back of the black jersey he was wearing, the print of his own name on his boyfriend bold and clear. He wasn't sure whether it was that or the sheer black stockings that trailed up his legs and stretched across his thighs that drove him more insane.

Even without seeing himself, he knew he was flushed: sweaty, near panting with excitement as his blood seemingly began to detour south all at once.

"Baby?" Reg was now facing him which arguably was worse as he stared at him with big, grey eyes, trying desperately not to laugh at his predicament. "You okay?"

"Y-" Leo cleared his throat as an attempt to distract from the helium-high pitch his voice came out as. "Yeah, darlin', 'm fine, great, even."

At that, Reg couldn't hold in a light laugh that made Leo smile despite himself. "I thought I was supposed to be the nervous wreck here."

"'M not nervous, I'm just- honestly you're just really hot." Leo cringed slightly at his blunt wording, laughing softly at himself as Reg basked in the praise for a moment with a bright smile. He flicked his finger across a button on the main speaker before heading over to where Leo was sat in beat with the opening of the song. He maintained direct eye contact with him the entire time until he reached him. When he did, Reg placed his hands on Leo's thighs, bending at the hips so their faces were level while he placed soft, teasing kisses to his lips, swaying his ass behind him as he got into the rhythm of it. He laughed into his mouth when Leo made a small noise: he'd tried to push forward to get closer but Reg moved away as soon as he did.

Turning so his back was facing Leo, Reg trailed his fingers teasingly up his own thighs as he swayed his hips, allowing them to catch the edge of the jersey, riding it up slightly so the swell of his ass showed for a split second before he let the fabric fall back into place. He moved so he was practically sat in Leo's lap, his back to his chest but he balanced the majority of his weight on the balls of his feet. That way, he could grind his hips over Leo's crotch, just about creating the smallest amount of friction but not enough to be anything close to giving him pleasure. Reg, however, was enjoying himself immensely; Leo was outwardly panting now, sighing quick breaths over the back of his neck, his thighs under Reg's skin were trembling, the muscles jumping if even the barest breeze of Reg's body passed over them.

Relenting slightly when the chorus came on, Reg leaned more of his weight back against Leo's chest and, consequently, against his cock, throbbing harshly behind the thin fabric of his sweats. He ground his hips properly down against him, getting lost in the music and raising his arms above his head. His skin was alive, every sensation sending his heart racing - he'd never felt so sexy in all his life; he adored how desperate Leo was for him; loved how he could make him like that with a few soft, teasing touches. Teasingly running his fingertips over his own arms, Reg stretched them higher above his head. He moved them so they danced like willow branches, fluid and hypnotising as he synced the movements with the grinding of his hips.

Leo's hands flew up from where they'd been clenched into fists on the sofa cushion when Reg rose, completely separating his body from Leo's. He stopped himself and brought them back to rest next to his thighs, remembering Reg's condition: no touching unless told you can.

Turning to face him now, Reg's eyes scanned over Leo's body. First, his flushed face, the redness spreading across his ears, down his neck and detailing the top of his chest. Then to his lips, a deep, cherry red from how much he'd chewed on them, parted and shining slightly with spit. Reg's resolve shook dangerously when their eyes met - sultry, deep grey meeting wide, pleading blue. After composing himself, Reg didn't miss a beat when sliding into Leo's lap, straddling his waist but still pushing up on his knees so only his inner thighs skimmed his hips. Because he wasn't totally sank into his lap, Reg's torso was directly in Leo's line of sight. He stared unblinkingly as inch upon inch of pale, unblemished skin was revealed to him; Reg never stopping the side-to-side sway of his entire body while he slowly tugged the jersey up by the hem, arms criss-crossed across his body.

He threw it gently onto the sofa cushion next to Leo when it was completely pulled over his head before he changed his motion. Instead, he rolled his body forwards and backwards, Leo's eyes intently tracing the shift and stretch of Reg's muscles as he did. Skimming his fingers across the bare expanse of Leo's shoulders, he relished in the visible shudder that ran through him, his eyes fluttering as his head dropped back to lean against the back of the sofa.

"You can touch me, baby." Leo's head shot up, glancing at him to confirm he hadn't imagined it.

Softly wrapping his hands around Leo's wrists, he lifted them from resting on the sofa and brought them to his thighs. The moment his fingers touched the meshy material of the stockings, Leo snapped back to himself and indulged. He rubbed the pads of his fingers across it before wrapping his hands around his thigh as much as he could, squeezing the muscle there with a groan. He moved his hands slowly up to Reg's hips, following their constant motion with his hands, watching it as if in a trance. His touch was so gentle it was as though he was afraid he may break, like accidentally shattering porcelain by breathing on it too harshly.

As the song gradually came to a close, Reg lowered himself so he was fully sat in Leo's lap, the entirety of their hips and torsos pressed tightly together. Leo leaned in to brush his lips along the line of his collarbone, tracing it before trailing a path up the front of his neck to his lips. With a hand in Leo's hair, Reg pulled him into a deep, toe-curling kiss. Even as the music flicked to the next song, Reg continued to kiss him, now rocking his hips to give both their aching cocks friction instead of rolling to a beat.

[fruitcoops]

Debut

Day 5, ft. our black-cat lucid-dreaming king. Characters belong to @lumosinlove (sorry not sorry for what I did to your favorite boy) and header belongs to @noots-fic-fests!

Yesterday's movie: It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! (1966)

TW for mentioned movie-murder (nobody actually dies)

Regulus spared the glass double-doors hardly a glance before wrinkling his nose. It was hot out, sticky and steamy, and the direct sun pummeling the entire courtyard reeked of early September. Busy chatter ran rampant around him between flashes of color and blurry faces.

“I’m dead,” Regulus said decisively.

Next to him, Leo rolled his eyes and caught his tennis ball on the downswing. “You haven’t even been to first period.”

“This—” Regulus gestured at the main building, blindingly bright and stuffier than any high school had the right to be. “This is hell. Ergo, dead.”

“Tell me again in pre-calc and I’ll believe you.”

“You tested out of pre-calc,” Regulus reminded him, laying back on the hood of Leo’s car. The blue paint was unspecific and unassuming, almost black in certain lights. “And that’s an ugly sweater you’d never wear.”

Grey cotton switched to thick stripes by the time he looked at Leo next; the stupid silver chain remained around his neck. Leo frowned down at himself. “I like this sweater.”

“Hmm.” The characters didn’t tend to care whether Regulus interacted with them much or not. The plot plodded on until he shook himself awake or the blare of an alarm did it for him. It rarely came to a conclusive end.

“Natalie got a phone call last night from some weirdo on the landline,” Leo continued, tossing his ball back up in the air. “They were talking about…I dunno, I think he was asking her questions? Sounded like a guy, anyway.”

“Horrifying.”

“Kasey’s going over tonight with Finn’s brother to keep her company.”

Regulus stretched his back against the windshield and looked to the vast sky. No matter how far he tilted his head back, the old tin roof was always visible. It was a mutated version of his memories—he hadn’t tried very hard to remember what it looked like from the outside. Sirius had excelled there. Every professor remembered his name.

A thread on his baggy jeans was coming loose. If he allowed the dream to progress, Leo would no doubt call him later to inform him, distraught, that Kasey and Finn’s brother (whose name slipped Regulus’ mind constantly) and probably Natalie had died in some explosively gory fashion. It would be distressing despite the fallacy of it all, he’d drag himself awake, and then it would be three o’clock in the morning and he would be sweaty with adrenaline. Regulus had enjoyed the party at Leo’s new house. He’d prefer not to pay the cost of attendance (a rare seasonal hangover) before he absolutely had to.

Denim-on-denim warned him of a new presence before he could actively pick a new story. “O’Hara.”

“Babe, is he bothering you?” Finn’s voice dragged and drawled with California haze. Under his arm, Tremblay narrowed his eyes at Regulus. His bubblegum gave a violent pop.

“Not too bad,” Leo said playfully.

Did Finn even own a denim jacket? God, he probably did. Even Regulus’ imagination couldn’t have pinned something that specific from nothing. Maybe he should just let the rest of this murderous Riverdale-ass nonsense play out in its original form to punish that fashion nightmare.

“Can you wear a hoodie like a normal person?” he yawned. Apparently, he was overtired even in his sleep.

Finn fixed him with a comically disgusted look. “Why are you even here?”

Where the fuck had Regulus picked that accent from? “This is my high school,” he said. “I spent the whole night at your house, can I have some peace and quiet here?”

Logan popped another bubble. His scowl held far too little legitimate danger; if nothing else, that would have tipped Regulus off. The original outright animosity had rested much heavier on him than teenage pouting.

But there—on the steps. “Calisse de crisse,” he muttered, swinging himself down from the hood of Leo’s car.

The courtyard was almost perfect under his feet, as if he was feeling the asphalt through his old loafers. He had hated those goddamn shoes. He came to a sharp halt, right as his shadow fell across lined paper marked with meticulous, infuriating lines.

“Go away.”

Sirius blinked up at him. “Hi.”

“Stop,” Regulus insisted. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Why?”

“We didn’t go to high school together.” Honestly, it was so embarrassing for his brain to mix it up this badly. Valley-Girl Finn O’Hara was a nightmare in and of itself; the least his imagination could do was keep track of a timeline. “Put your physics away and leave.”

Sirius’ brow creased. “How did you know I was doing homework?”

“Unlucky guess.”

“How did you know it was—"

“Because you’re always doing your fucking physics in my nightmares!” Regulus dragged a hand down his face and gripped the back of his own neck. It felt like nothing, not even air. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face toward the clouds. “Yes, I understand, I hated the classes Sirius excelled in as an extension of my own complex inner world, merci, au revoir.”

When he looked down again, Sirius was gone. Remus Lupin leaned on the railing by the bay windows, looking out over the river. He had a book in one hand and a bloody knife in the other.

Regulus stared at him.

“No.”

It was Leo when he blinked. A dark robe and everything, and that tennis ball instead of a book. His face got a little fuzzy in profile, but cleared up when he looked at Regulus head-on.

Regulus tipped his head back and forth. “Better.”

He walked with Leo through the never-ending halls. Some were direct rip-offs of his actual high school, down to the navy lockers and their silver buckles. Others had been borrowed: a staircase from elementary school, a music room from Steinhardt, the artificial glow of Sirius’ basement skating rink around a corner. His stomach swooped at the sight of the broken dumbwaiter he and Sirius had used for hide and seek, and he ground his teeth hard.

He had his loafers on. His khakis were tight on his thighs. Leo’s footsteps made no sound.

“I think you’re supposed to be a serial killer,” Regulus noted on their third circuit of the second floor. “With a mask and everything.”

“Oh.” Leo sounded almost disappointed. “I mean, I could?”

“I might just be bad at imagining that.”

“Should’ve stuck with Lupin,” Leo agreed.

“I can go off and find him—”

“Don’t leave me here,” Leo groaned, walking backward for a few floppy steps that made him look more like himself than he had the whole time.

Regulus huffed. “Neither of you pose much of a danger to me.”

“I think we do, in a way.”

--

No.

The thought was forceful enough to pull Regulus to the surface. He exhaled hard, blinking fast until his left eye decided to get with the program and open properly.

The stove’s electric clock told him it was just past two in the morning. Not bad.

He sighed. His feet, tangled in the fresh sheets Leo had laid out for him, still felt too compressed. That explained the loafers. He could get up for a few minutes; make a snack, take a walk around the still-sparse main floor of the house. He didn’t hear anyone else up yet.

Or he could stay here, burrowed in a quilt that smelled lightly of magnolia. The sheets let his legs free when he stretched, still shaking off the scent of bubblegum and industrial cleaning solution. He was tired. Perhaps a little drunk, enough to dull the oncoming throbbing behind his temple. The sugar rush was long dead.

Regulus tucked his nose down into a butter-yellow square and shut his eyes. Being asleep was an exhausting business. He had too many questions. There was too much to nitpick. Too much psychoanalysis to avoid.

The sheer audacity of Leo to pull some therapy trick in Regulus’ own dream. As if he wouldn’t be aware of it, as if he’d fall into the trap that easily. Regulus muffled a frown in the quilt. If Leo, the real one, was an actual danger to anything but the occasional low doorframe, he wouldn’t be on the foldout in the first place. Really, it was just lazy writing.

Do better, Regulus thought as he shuffled deeper into his cocoon. From the top, this time.

[rinnnatin]

regulus' patronus but its a lion

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

Regulus: [traps a spider under a cup]

Pandora: [puts two more cups]

Regulus: Please don't

Pandora: [start shuffling cubs]

[metalomagnetic]

Hi Metalo!

Have you ever thought about potential patronus animals for the Black family? If so, what kind of animals would fit in your opinion?

As always, your questions make me think a lot. This one is sooo difficult!

Ok, so this might be unpopular but I feel Bella would be a lioness. She is a figure of strength, is territorial, she works hard, perfect hunter that takes down prey twice her size, devoted mother (to her child or to her little sisters) teaching her youngster skills they need to survive, and protecting them so fiercely.

Narcissa is a spider queen. Spiders also have *remarkable* maternal instincts, more developed than in many other species of the earth. Spiders can be aggressive, but also quite peaceful, depending on circumstances. She weaves a beautiful home, but that can also turn into a trap. She isn't showy in her strength, prefers to lure her target into her web, where she can deliver that final, venomous bite to an unsuspecting target that dared trespass against her.

Andromeda is a fox. Cunning, agile and highly adaptable. not overly aggressive, preferring to live their life in stealth mode.

Regulus is a coyote. Almost like a dog, only much shier than a dog, and more cautious. However, when push comes to shove, coyotes are quite territorial and willing to die for what is theirs.

Sirius, obviously, is perfect as a dog. (And I also used him to give Regulus and Andromeda similar patronus forms, from a canidae family, since they are related and one would assume they share traits.)

Ok, so these are the only ones we know from canon, or at least we know something about them that allowed me to try to guess their patronus.

Now, for my head-canon about the rest of the Black family and their personalities, which I depict in 'It runs'.

Waburga is a polar bear. Polar bears are aways striving for the highest possible standards. They are fierce, and they are obsessed with their children. They protect their cubs with their lives, but they also expect their cubs to behave and fall in line. It's a tough life out there, so a polar bear mother needs to teach her youngsters to be ruthless. They love their children, but can be a bit rough in handling them. They can also be very gentle with their cubs, when there's no 'emergency' situation going on. Polar bears are strong, fearless but so lonely. Something about Walburga ending up alone, defined by solitude in her last years, reminds me of a polar bear wandering alone in a harsh, cold environment (Grimmauld, cough cough). Polar bear mamas are also one of the few animals species that become depressed, distressed and vulnerable when they lose a child. They can even stop hunting after such a loss, and waste away.

Orion in 'It runs' is an eagle. Fearless, confident, quite arrogant. Extremely territorial. An eagle will never surrender, regardless of the size or strength of its opponent. It will do anything to regain its territory and it will always defend its nest. Eagles are quite paternal, like most raptors. An eagle father will bring sticks to the nest, and will bring food to the young. When babies fall from nest, a father often dives to catch them on their wings. However, an eagle father also picks favourites, and there's a food hierarchy going on, often choosing to give more food to one baby, encouraging sibling rivalry, which is apparently important for the development of a raptor. Eagle males do form a pair bond with a single female, however, if the female isn't available in mating season, he will find another one.

Cygnus would be a tiger. Not the most paternal, but a fierce predator. They're also one of the few brave enough to get into fights with bears. Tigers and dogs are amongst the few that will look at a bear and go 'yeah, I can take that' (hence why Cygnus and Sirius are the only ones mad enough to get into fights with Walburga). Also, he's a tiger mostly because I want Bella to take after her dad, the only big cats in their immediate family.

Alphard is a lone wolf, to keep up with many of the Blacks having canine counterparts. He's majestic, he's fierce, too, he loves a pack, but at some point he got into too many fights with the leaders of his pack and took off on his own, though at night sometimes he cries to the moon, missing them.

Arcturus is a hawk. Similar to his son, but a tad less fierce. Just a tad.

Sirius the old was a sphinx. He's a special badass, and the world sees him as this almost mythological creature. He has the body of a land apex predator, like many of his descendants (lion, like Bella), but he also has the wings of an eagle (like Orion). He's enigmatic, merciless, and has a gaze that will see straight into your soul. He knows everything that goes on, everywhere. A sphinx represents royalty and sacred status, which is how he views his family (and himself).

This was so much fun. I really like how they turned out, and I love that in this family of vertebrates, Narcissa is the only invertebrate (since she's always the outliner with her blonde hair). She's no less lethal, no less impressive, but she's a tad different from the rest.

I hope you liked it! ❤️

[maladaptivewriting]

sometimes i think about a little baby regulus turning into a tiny bear cub

[crimsonlovebartylus]

a baseball bartylus au

just think about it.

it would obviously be a rival, and regulus would be in the cubs and barty in the white soxs (or yankees)

ugh

[houseoflibra]

Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas – Bangai-hen The Land of Wind (Part 2)

Page 1

Sisyphus: - Hey, brother. - I didn't think I'd be back here so soon. - Especially with such unexpected company.

Pages 2 + 3

Asmita: - Oh… - So this is the final resting place of Ilias, the former Leo.

Sisyphus: - Yeah. - It's also where I found little Regulus.

Asmita: - I see. The lion cub lived here on his own? - It must have been very hard for such a young child. - Ilias must have worried a lot too.

Page 4

Asmita: - By the way, Sisyphus. - What kind of person was Ilias like? - (Regulus is always going on and on about how we're alike…)

Sisyphus: - Yeah… how should I put this… - He was detached from the material world… - He wasn't very good at interacting with people so he was always alone, communing with nature…

Page 5

Sisyphus: - Better yet, I should say that, while he was respected, no one could really understand him. - Probably not even me, his younger brother…

Asmita: - I see. - It's said that those who awaken to the Eighth Consciousness can see and exist across multiple dimensions. - He must have lived in a world that ordinary people couldn't hope to understand. - Yes… maybe even in the Underworld, for example…

Page 6

Sisyphus: - If that's true, then we might find a way to seal the immortality of the Specters… - …though it sounds like grasping at clouds… - If my brother is still around like you say and he's summoned us here… - …there must be something to be gained from this place.

Page 7

-

Page 8

Asmita: - It seems an evil spirit has wandered out here.

Sisyphus: - Wait, Asmita! She's not evil!

Asmita: - "She"?

Sisyphus: - Yes. She's my brother's wife, Arkhes. - She's a Pythia of Delphi who specialized in animal possession. - I've met her before in the guise of this white wolf.

Page 9

Asmita: - You're unexpectedly soft, Sisyphus.

Sisyphus: - ?!

Asmita: - That doesn't mean this one isn't an evil spirit. - That's what it appears like to my closed eyes. - Like the howling soul of a furious spirit. - Begone!

Arkhes: - Grrr… - Those who disturb this land…

Pages 10 + 11

Arkhes: - …shall be swallowed by the earth!!

Sisyphus: - Is this the Pythia's illusion?!…

Asmita: - It's no use, Sisyphus!… - It's dangerous to let our guards down!!

Asmita & Sisyphus: - Wooooh!!!

Pages 12 + 13

-

Page 14

Arkhes: - !…

Sisyphus: - I see… - If I recall, you died here too, just like my brother… - But why would the soul of a Pythia such as you turn into an evil spirit?! - Why?!…

Arkhes: - Grrr… - Grr… - Are you specters? - Or those humans who consume the earth?

Page 15

Asmita & Sisyphus: - !!

Arkhes: - I am indeed the lingering thought of a Pythia who lived in this land. - I had the honor of protecting it with prophecy and oracle. - Perhaps that is why the shrieks of this future land tear through me.

Sisyphus: - Wait, no!… - We're here to defeat the Specters…

Arkhes: - Specters and humanity both pollute and destroy the earth. - Listen!…

Page 16

Arkhes: - "The thunderous roar of wheels that fills the earth"!!!…

Sisyphus: - Ah… - (Such fury…) - Arkhes… please listen to me!!…

Arkhes: - According to prophecy…

Page 17

Arkhes: - "A giant spider web will spread across the land"!!

Asmita & Sisyphus: - What?… - Aaaaah!!

Page 18

Arkhes: - This is also said in the Hopi tribe prophecies. - From here on, you humans will rush into an even more materialistic era. - You will devour the earth and forget its blessings!!…

Asmita: - In this situation… - …we cannot afford to sit idly by. - Regardless of whether she is a Pythia or not, for her to confront the two of us like this…

Sisyphus: - Yeah, at this rate, we really will be swallowed up by this dimension…

Arkhes: - According to prophecy…

Page 19

Arkhes: - "Rivers of stone will crisscross the land…" - …and "iron serpents will traverse the land."

Pages 20 + 21

Asmita & Sisyphus: - A crash…

Arkhes: - Be swallowed by the earth! - ?! - What is this?!

Page 22

Arkhes: - The car is crumbling… This is…

Asmita: - Tenpou Rin'in!

Page 23

Asmita: - I have finally caught up to your cosmo. - This space is the domain of your thoughts… - …so I had to elevate myself to the level of your consciousness. - These are too powerful to be the thoughts of a single Pythia. - Reveal yourself… - …Ilias!

Page 24

Sisyphus: - Chiron's Light Impulse

Ilias: - Well done, you two. You've managed to raise your cosmo enough to reach this dimension.

Page 25

Ilias: - But it is still not enough. - The Eighth Consciousness is the boundary between humans and gods! To be continued...

[xxxregulusblackxxx]

Anyone else want more Leo Knut and Regulus content? Like PLEASE there always said to be hanging out, show me them! We already know Regulus wears his jersey to games, show me them fake flirting in front of the team, show me Regulus having his gay realization one of those times and show me Remus picking up on it. Show me big Brother Remus Lupin to Regulus and show me Regulus having a breakdown over a crush that's forming show me him TRYING to distance himself from Leo but there so co dependent at that point he can't. Show me Logan realizing Regulus feelings and telling him it's okay and he gets it. Show me Regulus falling for the Cubs and them falling back but not saying anything to each till Logan says something to Finn and Leo. Show me Leo inviting Regulus over and confessioning then his other 2 confesse after and Regulus is so overwhelmed but it's good and show me Regulus just kissing Leo then kissing Finnlo.

OR Show be best friends Regulus and Leo. Show me Regulus ranting about Barty and possibly Evan to Leo and trying to decide if he wants to ask them out or not. Show me Regulus showing up at halftime to a game the Lions are losing and just saying to Leo. "My boyfriend's are here do better Knut. They can't be thinking my best friends is a loser" In his super sarcastic tone that he only uses with Leo and Rosekiller and then show me Leo getting super excited because "You asked them out?" And it just boosting his mood so much that it affects the whole team. Show me Regulus bringing his boys in saying "Good job you aren't all losers. Meet my boyfriends" Show me Sirius absolutely lose his mind because "what the fuck" and "Reggie you're gay?". Show me Leo smiling watching his best friend then coming up to Barty and Even and being super supportive but also threatening.

Look. I'm a multi shipper what do you want from me? I ship Jegulus too just not in the SW universe

[fruitcoops]

Hi Eve! Could you write a little something for Leos birthday if you have the time and spoons please? :)

Happy birthday Nutter Butter! Character credit goes to @lumosinlove, and this was combined with an ask for a goalie point :)

TW for mild making out (at the very end)

Leo stared at the ceiling. Fake stars in green-tinted pinpricks stared back.

If he squinted, something like Orion’s Belt appeared near the closet. He frowned—that had rapidly become his least favorite constellation from name alone, though no others offered themselves up to take its place. The three of them got a little carried away when they first decorated the ceiling, and all intentional star placements anywhere but Finn’s face had quickly gone out the window.

The analog clock in the living room ticked faintly. Somewhere outside, a car’s muffler pop-cracked in a burst of noise. Logan mumbled an incoherent protest and pushed his face further into Leo’s bicep. Finn continued to snore softly, the only sign he was still breathing in the depths of sleep.

Leo stuck his tongue out at the back of Finn’s head with more petulance than he usually allowed himself. It just didn’t seem fair that Finn could practically die for eight hours every night while he was stuck counting plastic outlines of nonsense.

Logan lifted his head a half inch, mumbling some sleepy thing in the rough voice Leo loved so much. “Dors,” he heard somewhere in the midst of it. Logan blinked a couple times, brows pitching. “I can help?”

Leo smiled softly in the darkness. “Sleep, cher,” he whispered, trailing his fingertips down the scratchy edge of Logan’s jaw. “ ‘m okay.”

Logan was quiet for a long moment before he swiped the front of Leo’s curls aside and kissed his forehead, then pulled him over so their positions were swapped. A breath came loose in Leo’s chest when he felt Logan’s heartbeat against his cheekbone and a large hand in his hair. His other hand came up to rest at the small of Leo’s back, tracing tiny circles that made him shiver. “You’re okay,” Logan repeated. He met Leo’s gaze with a drowsy smile. “Remind me to kiss you in the morning.”

Giddiness flooded every part of him. “I can do that.”

“Hmm. Good.” Logan stretched his legs out; his toes just brushed Leo’s ankles beneath the covers. “Big day tomorrow, soleil.”

He was asleep in the space of his next heartbeat. Leo pressed his cheek to warm, soft skin and counted stars behind his eyes.

The next time he opened them, the sun was up and their phone alarm was ringing madly. Logan reached over and smacked it, and kissed him without prompting.

“Bonne anniversaire, pinotte.” The words pressed into Leo’s bottom lip like a promise and his stomach fluttered. Logan grinned, tugging at him until Leo was tucked beneath him with an excellent view of his biceps. “What do you think? Do we wake the redhead for a proper celebration, or do I get you all to myself first?”

--

An hour and fifteen minutes later, Leo stood comfortably behind Finn at the stove while beignets popped and fizzed in oil. Finn scooped the last of the batch out and leaned back into him, big stupid gorgeous brown eyes turned bright from his glasses. “I get better every year,” he mused. The smile at the corner of his mouth tasted like powdered sugar.

--

“They’re taking Blackwood out,” Sirius panted, clapping him once on the shoulder. “Almost done. Kill it, Knut.”

Leo nodded, gnawing at his mangled mouthguard as Sirius skated back to the bench. His pulse hammered in his ears—the game had been a fucking fight from start to finish and everyone was rabid for one more goal. Logan and Finn had promised not to bust themselves up over breakfast that morning, but he knew they had been struggling all night.

He’s just so punchable, Logan groused between the second and third, so sweat-drenched he glittered. I can’t even go for one?

Lose a tooth on my birthday and you’re sleeping on the couch, Leo had countered, and that was the end of it. It was a terribly convenient trick to have up his sleeve.

Finn came to a sharp stop next to him as they set up for the next face-off. His focus could’ve sliced through pure diamond, but it gentled when he glanced at Leo. “If I get one, it’s for you,” he said, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

Leo wondered if his dopey grin would be plastered over ESPN, then found he didn’t care. He winked and Finn shook his head, turning back to the puck.

It fell.

White and vivid red snatched it up and Leo went down for it, bracing his stick across his body—his skates jerked right—the moment of impact hummed up his arms and he snapped his stick forward, a holy mary pass if he’d ever done one, a hope and a prayer and a leap of faith that it would be free enough for a Lion to snatch it up—

A goal horn went off.

Correction: their goal horn went off.

Leo did a double take. It was far too early for that. Everyone was still by his net, screaming and yelling and—“Oh, hey,” he managed as Finn slammed into him.

“What the fuck was that?” Finn spluttered. His helmet was long gone and lovely auburn stuck up in every direction, giving him the distinct appearance of having stuck his finger in a light socket. A wild grin covered his face as he all but leapt into Leo’s arms to hug him. “Happy fucking birthday, baby!”

“I…” What the fuck? The stadium was on its feet, along with the entire bench. Or at least, those who hadn’t hopped off to join the mob around his net. “Okay, easy,” he laughed when three more bodies swarmed him. “Which one of you nailed that one?”

Talker barked a slightly-hysterical laugh. “You, you goddamn legend!”

Leo frowned. “No, I didn’t.”

A hand—Logan’s hand—grabbed him by the chin and tilted his face toward the big screen. He watched the face-off happen again in slow-motion, from Finn’s crooked grin in the left corner to the puck drop to the feral lunge of players in a tie game at the bottom of the third. He saw himself brace for it before the camera slowed even further. It was strange to watch his own eyes track the puck as it neared, and even stranger to see himself bend to whip it out of the stampede.

He watched the puck fly between skate blades and into open ice.

He watched one of the Devils take off after it, and Remus blaze up behind him in a few powerful strides that cut up the ice.

He watched the puck outstrip them both and bounce neatly off the empty goalposts into the net.

He was grateful for the second replay, because that just wasn’t right.

Finn was vibrating when Leo looked down again. “I scored,” he said. “That’s not right.”

“You scored,” Finn confirmed. “You scored, baby, holy shit—”

“I scored.” It just felt wrong in his mouth. Someone whooped in his ear. His stomach felt funny. “I scored a goal.”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OVERACHIEVER,” Kasey said loudly from the clog of red and gold around him. “HOPE YOU’RE PROUD OF YOURSELF!”

Leo let him drag him in and yank his helmet off to ruffle his hair up. Despite his words, Kasey was smiling like a lunatic. “I scored.” The funny feeling in his stomach became a shiver, became a burn, became—“I scored! Bliz, I scored! I got a goal!”

Another cheer went up as tears stung Leo’s throat and a wild laugh burst out of him. They crushed him in a pack of pads and sweat and everything wonderful, the stadium was chanting his name like a prayer, his picture—his picture—was on the jumbotron. Leo’s legs went out from under him, but he didn’t fall. He was squished in too tight for that.

“Is the clock done?” he asked in a sudden burst of clarity. He received no answer. It didn’t matter; the tie was broken. He broke the tie.

--

“I feel immortal right now—”

Leo broke off with a groan when Finn’s mouth found a knee-weakening spot beneath his jaw.  “And goal, baby, a goal, you got a point.” Lips and teeth branded the words into his skin with the hammer of his heart. Pascal’s family room blurred around him with the adrenaline that had yet to fade after two hours. Logan pulled him down for a bruising kiss and he went like putty.

“Gotta call my momma,” Leo mumbled as he leaned down for more.

“You already did,” Logan panted.

Leo shook his head. “Gotta call her again, I got a point.”

“—scuse me, excuse me, pardon, excuse me, move, coming through.”

Finn stopped sucking at the bend of his neck and Leo whined. He opened his eyes to puppy-dog any of Finn’s PDA shyness away, only to be met with a sharp silver gaze instead. “Five minutes,” he promised, dragging Logan back in by the front of his shirt.

“Best friend privileges,” Regulus countered. They stared at each other for a long moment before Regulus’ expression split with a smile. “Crazy-ass goalie.”

“Is this why you guys play hockey?”

“Yes.”

“I feel like I’m high.”

“Why do you think I stuck with it for so long?” Regulus laughed. Leo fell into him the second his arms opened for a hug. A hard smack to the back knocked something into place and he finally got his limbs to work again, squeezing Regulus as tight as he could. “Merde, Knutty, you’re going to break my ribs.”

“I hear it’s a family habit.”

Regulus flicked his ear as a laugh shuddered through them both. “I’m choosing to believe that goal happened because I was in the stands.”

“Then you better start coming to every game.” Leo lifted him off the ground an inch before releasing him, though they didn’t part far. In his clearer vision, Regulus was happily flushed and still decked out in Lions colors. He reached out and yanked the beanie down over Regulus’ eyes. “Ready to be a superstition, Black?”

“You’ll never take me alive.”

“Non, I think that’s our job,” Logan teased, pulling Leo back steadily by his belt loops. “We get first dibs on the birthday boy.”

“Best friend privileges,” Regulus repeated.

“Boyfriend privileges,” they chorused.

A dark brow arched. “Fine. I’ll go let Celeste know the three of you aren’t interested in the cake, then.”

“Woah, woah, hey—”

--

Leo stared at the ceiling. Fake stars stared back, thin threads of green connecting them in a glowing web. They shone just bright enough to pick out shapes when he let his eyes unfocus. Cassiopeia. Polaris, with its new halo. Both Dippers.

He licked his lips and tasted birthday cake still. Their silly cardboard party hats would be waiting in the living room when he woke in the morning. Finn breathed deep and slow against his collarbone like a metronome of sleep.

A thumb brushed over the rise of his rib; he hummed quiet acknowledgment and felt Logan smile into his shoulder. “Knutty?”

“Ouais?”

“Remind me to kiss to you in the morning.”

[racfoam]

hey! rac can I have a snippet from voldemort raises harry AU

Anon, I am so sorry this is late, but here you go!

This scene is from Regulus’ POV, he is an observer.

“Regulus,” greeted the Dark Lord, “what are you and my little soulmate doing this late in the kitchen?” Regulus gave Harry a little, gentle nudge on the back with his hand, encouraging her. “I was just…” mumbled Harry, “wanted… treacle tart… Mrs Malfoy says I can’t have more than one…” “And what did you say to that?” the Dark Lord asked curiously. It was common knowledge among the ranks that Harry was horrible with listening to people. She didn’t respect authority, unless it came from the Dark Lord. “I said I'm your soulmate so I can do what I want and that if she doesn’t give me treacle tart I’ll rat her out,” Harry said calmly, completely oblivious that she was one incredibly sassy child. Regulus was impressed. It took a lot of guts to threaten Narcissa Malfoy. How very Slytherin of Harry… then again, Harry was surrounded by Slytherins her entire life. You can put a lion cub in a snake den and it will pick up the behavioural patterns of snakes. It will behave like a snake. Because it doesn’t know anything else. The Dark Lord laughed. It was a booming, rich, joyous sound. Never before had Regulus heard the Dark Lord laugh like this. So… normal. “Then she thwacked me on the head with the Daily Prophet,” finished Harry. Regulus snorted. “Narcissa is a Healer among my ranks, but she does not have the mark. Therefore, if we follow the hierarchy, she doesn’t need to listen to anything I say.” “Yeah, she said that,” Harry said, looking thoughtful. “Anyway, as she didn’t let me have a second treacle tart…” “You intended to steal it?” the Dark Lord finished, amused. Harry looked properly innocent. “Not steal… I’d eat it.” “There would be no proof left.” “Exactly!” announced Harry excitedly, happy someone finally understood her plan.

The Dark Lord smiled, waved Harry forward — she ran toward him like a duckling, happy and trusting — and picked her up into his arms, cradling her to his chest.

“It will rot your teeth,” chided the Dark Lord, but moved to the fridge for the leftover treacle tart anyway, taking out one slice, handing it to a grinning Harry shining with joy. Her little fingers grabbed onto the treacle tart.

Regulus did not miss the fondness in the Dark Lord's eyes as the dark wizard gazed upon Harry, who busies herself with devouring the treacle tart.

“You are dismissed, Regulus,” said the Dark Lord. “I’ll put Harriet to bed.”

“Yes, my Lord,” said Regulus, bowing.

“Bye, Regulus!” said Harry, waving her tiny hand at him.

Not knowing what to do, yet not wanting to appear rude to Harry, Regulus raised his hand and gave a slight, awkward wave back, and headed to the doors.

“Will you read me Babbity Rabbity?” he heard Harry ask.

“Don’t you want me to read something else?” asked the Dark Lord. “The book has other stories.”

“Babbity Rabbity,” said Harry.

Regulus heard the Dark Lord sigh. “Babbity Rabbity it is.”

Regulus decided not to think how bizarre it was to hear the Dark Lord say Babbity Rabbity.

[commanderhorncleaver]

📎 ✨ 💎 for the old man

Ask Game

📎 - Siblings/close family

Gaius is closest to his sister Lucasta, and his cubs Augustus and Raevik. As discussed before, he had SOMETHING of a paternal role for Lu-- after they recommence contact and begin to interact, they spend very well most of their time around or in direct contact with one another. This presents challenges for them as they grow and age over the course of story, especially during IBS and the time after. Gaius loves her, and is proud of her, but at its base, they are both extraordinarily emotionally stunted, and due to their VERY different upbringings, struggle to show how they care, or do so in unhealthy ways.

Augustus is Gaius' oldest cub, at almost 25 during personal story. It would be accurate to say that Gaius' insights from his interactions with his son in the fahrar, and later on stepping in to keep him from being discharged as gladium (or worse) have shaped how he views younger soldiers. Raevik is a week younger than his older brother(s-- August does have a twin, who is not nearly as interested in the family). Raevik first meets his sire circa LWS3 and begins to hang around, initially--largely-- spying and looking to learn about Gaius and his warband. Gaius for his part is eager and excited (or as excited as he can be) and pretty openly allows Raevik the time and space, for he genuinely seems interested in learning how and why Gaius is successful, and who Gaius and the others are. In turn, he begins to take after the Horns as well.

✨ - Children (current or future)

Gaius... is a prolific sire, and has a good many cubs. However, the most notable--he does keep track, and there are methods for guessing if he named them or not-- are Augustus Silverhorn, Fulvius Smokelash, Raevik Flowscryer, Brutus Quietflame, Malcolm Boneslake, Gloryana (she's like, 3.), Almorra, Magpie, Jackdaw, Regulus...

💎 - Chosen family (including warband)

THE HORNS!!!! He adopts children like no tomorrow, and many can't take on the Horn name, but among them include Pythus Swifttail, Kudo Pyrehorn, Phlunq Blighthorn.

[daysofnights]

no thoughts other than regulus turning into an animagus for the first time and being a lion cub

[princesspuffle8]

Lion cub… wait you forget the “s!”

When you got pregnant with your second pregnancy with Sirius you were overjoyed. Your first born, Polaris, was about 4 years old and he was elated to be a big brother. Only there was a catch… instead of just one baby… it turned out to be two.

Sirius fainted at the news, ever the drama queen, but when he came to he was overjoyed at the idea of having two more children with you. You were a little scared at first but with each passing day and the more feeling and movement you felt in utero your excitement for your twins grew.

You went to see a muggle doctor for the ultrasound and it showed that babies shared a placenta but had two different amniotic sacs which is a good indicator of identical twins, and as it turned out you had two beautiful twin boys. With your eye color and Sirius hair (and a mixture of both your skin tone and his). Both twins had a small birth mark near their right that was shaped like a tiny star. Lily laughed at that and said they were starstruck babies. But they were total daddies boys and had their dads flare for dramatics through and through. 

As for naming the boys, you both had already picked out a name for one of the twins. Leo was the eldest twins name. Leo Remus Black, his middle name taken from his godfather Remus who was super humbled by this fact. 

However, your second twins name was a bit tricky for Sirius as he couldn’t think of what to call him since he was just expecting a single baby. In fact he pulled out an atlas of the stars to find a good name for it which you thought was super sweet but you had a simpler suggestion that Sirius loved even more than any of the names he thought of (one of which was Ares which you were staunchly opposed to). The name you both decided on was Regulus Andy Black. Regulus, after his baby brother and Andy after his cousin andromeda. And it was the perfect fit since regulus was known as the “heart of the lion” in astronomy. 

His uncle, Regulus was so honored by this fact that he broke down in sobs while holding the baby who carried his namesake. 

Since there are two Regulus’s in the family though, often times your son is either referred to by Andy or princeling since the name regulus means little prince.

As for Leo, the older of the two he was born slightly bigger. Coming in at 6.5 lbs and Regulus at 6 lbs. 

So how do you tell these identical trouble makers apart? Regulus has tiny shoulder dimples while Leo does not. Regulus is also an early riser and is very talkative. While Leo on the other hand is a night owl and not that talkative unless you pique his interest. Your nickname for the two of them is your little Lion cubs, since your hubby has proclaimed that they will definitely get sorted into gryffindor.

As for your eldest son Polaris, well he wanted a girl and cried when he found out he was getting brothers instead. To which Sirius said “better luck next time bud…” 

But when the babies came, he fell in love with them. Often seen playing with them or trying to hold them. He’s a very protective big brother and loves to brag about his siblings whenever he gets the chance.

[tea-moon-ster]

Fic-O-Ween Dat 9: Sugar Rush

Hello! Here's another tremendously late work for Fic-O-Ween. Life really got in the way and I was not able to participate as I had planned.

This work is not part of the Fantasy Magic Au I've been posting during the fest. Instead, here's some slices of life of older Cubs managing a café and safe place for youth! The general idea is that as life got less busy, they opened a library-café that is open 24/7 to everyone. Here are just some random slices but I'd love to come back to this idea in the future!

Note: This work is takes inspiration from a conversation in the server and many ideas are not my own.

Credits to @lumosinlove for the characters (except Helias, Elise and Aramaiah) and to @noots-fic-fests for hosting and prompt! read it on ao3 here.

Sometimes nights the café was busy. Those were the nights of book presentations, cultural themed events, study groups at the end of terms, all sorts of clubs -Finn had founded the book club, and Leo could swear that Regulus had attended multiple crochet sessions. Sometimes they simply put on music and danced. Then there were quiet nights. A few people minding their businesses here and there, on the tables or couches in the low lights of the late hours. Logan in his office doing the math for the shop. Finn reading quietly on his favorite armchair and Leo either at their side or already beginning to cook for the following day.

That was one of those nights. A mid-week, cold night with no planned events or full tables. Leo didn’t mind the quiet nights; he needed them as a break from the eventful ones, who had considerably grown in numbers over the years. The café had become more popular, and every member of their stuff or costumer was invited to add suggestions, and that’s why they had a monthly movie night, theatre night, karaoke night, art night, and so on.

Quiet nights were perfect for when sleep couldn’t seem to find Leo. He would silently make his way out of bed, careful not to wake Finn or Logan -who’d become only more sensible to one of them missing from his side with time- and join whoever was at the café that night.

Leo peeked in the kitchen to say hello to Amy, yet another chef assistant they’d hired. There hadn’t really been a need to hire her per se, because the café was only so big, and their staff was at full capacity. But she was a young mother and student who needed a job, and who were they to deny her that?

The long, full days and nights when it had been just the three of them managing everything were now a memory. But for how fondly Leo could remember those times, he was secretly glad that didn’t have to stand for longs periods in the kitchen anymore. His hip had begun to make itself heard, an injury from 2027 that hadn’t bothered him in a few decades and was now sporadically back. Go figure. Finn claimed it was normal.

Leo went to the counter to make sure everything was in place. He spent some time organizing new recipes and what to include in the spring menu. It was once he made his way to the vinyl recorder to put some background jazz on that he noticed one table was occupied.

A young boy was sitting there. A hand supporting his chin and a mildly resigned face in a sea of books and messily written math exercises. Oh, am I glad those days are over, Leo mused as he opted for some low, relaxing music instead so not to disturb him. He smiled at the boy, who looked up at him as he walked back to the counter, and received a small, shy wave of a hand in return.

Leo decided to let the kid study in peace, even if ‘peace’ wasn’t the word he would have chosen to describe the situation. He snooped from his cooking books from time to time, only to see the poor boy writing furiously or turning pages frantically. When the third long, suffering sigh filled the room, Leo decided it was time for him to step in.

He smiled when even his steps getting closer didn’t make the boy look up from the books, and gently cleared his throat. Two big, dark circles -oh, and some eyes, too- were on him as he took a seat in front of him, placing a fuming mug carefully away from his books, and offered a smile.

“Hey, I’m Leo. Care for an herbal? Chamomile and lavender do miracles for stress.”

The boy, after the initial surprise, accepted the cup with a thankful nod. A shy one, then.

“What are you struggling on?”

The boy bit his lip, a light red coloring his cheeks. “Maths.”

Leo made a face. “Aw, hun. I’m sorry, I’d help you if I were able to. But I’m gay, good at sports and I know how to drive. There was no place left for math.” The boy sighed again, shaking his head at the open books.

“I’m gay, too.”

“Oh, shoot.”

The next half hour saw Leo and the young boy, Helias, really trying to make sense of the numbers and letters mixing without apparent logic in the books. Four pages of failed exercises, two additional herbals and various swearwords later, Leo stated that enough was enough. That’s when he saw Logan’s messages. He was awake, as predicted. He dialed his number. 

A misty, heavy accented mumble replied seconds later. “Mon soleil,” he yawned. “Où are you? Ça va?”

“Hey lovey, I’m at the café. Tout va bien, I’m with Helias, we’re trying to do…calculi. We have a test tomorrow. Please come here and make it make sense?”

“J’arrive.”

Helias was quite worried about Leo calling his husband in the middle of the night to join them and help him with calculus. Sure, the friends that had introduced him to the café had mentioned the owners, ex-hockey players so sweet and helpful to make the whole neighborhood melt. But wasn’t expecting this. He tried to politely refuse, saying that there was no need, he really didn’t want to bother- who was he to make a grown man move in the middle of the night to help him with calculi, goodness. But the blonde man dismissed him with a hand, affirming that his Logan was already up and would have joined them in a matter of time anyways. And he never minded helping.

So, Helias let Leo push him on a beanbag as they waited, and he closed his eyes to soothing music coming from the vinyl recorder.

Logan arrived twenty minutes later, sitting down at the table covered in books and sheets of paper after a soft hug with his husband -Helias tried not to stare, he really did, but he’d never seen adult queer people interact in sweet domesticity as they did. Logan’s hair was messy, and his face was still drowsy with sleep, but he threw a reassuring smile at the boy as he took a pencil in hand. “Alors, let’s see what we have here.”

Slowly, things began to follow a logic. A contorted, full of exceptions and formulas logic, but a logic, nevertheless. Helias felt the lump of anxiety in his throat gradually detangle as he followed Logan’s patient voice through the equations. At some point Leo joined them again, with a mint tea and a kiss on the cheek for Logan, and a plate of oven-hot cookies that he placed in between them.

As the topics were covered and exercises began to be correct, Helias could feel a warm feeling expanding in his chest. It couldn’t be the sugar rush from all the baked goods Leo was filling the table with. No, it was something else. The way both men had not hesitated to help. Their untold understanding of each other and the kindness transpiring from every gesture. The way they always used we, we have a test tomorrow, we’re gonna try this method and see how it goes. The hands on one’s leg or shoulder and the feather-light kisses. Helias wanted that, someday. With a husband or two or three, it didn’t really matter. But he wanted that love and he wanted to help as he could, like they were doing.

When the clock reached two in the morning, Logan closed the books gently and looked at him in the eyes. Helias almost gulped when being studied by those eyes. They were tired, and small wrinkles framed them, but they were also deep, and intense. Helias hadn’t been warned that he’d need to get a grip in front of senior men in that café.

“I think you’re ready,” Logan nodded. “Now you need to catch a few hours of sleep to do well tomorrow, okay? Do you know how to get home? We can give you a lift.”

“I have my bike,” Helias replied noncommittally.

Leo shook his head as he placed a brown bag in front of him, raised eyebrow and hand on his hip. “Nonsense. You’ll come get it tomorrow, but it’s not safe this late, and you’re already falling asleep. Here’s something for breakfast tomorrow. Your brain needs sugars to give a top-notch performance.”

Helias wanted to cry a bit as Logan helped him gather his things and Leo went to the kitchen to say they were leaving. The drive home was silent with sleepiness and the warm air coming from the AC. In his exhausted state, Helias hadn’t remotely worried about accepting a lift from two random adults. But, he reasoned, if the ex-NHL players with a city-famous little business kidnapped teenagers, someone would have heard of it in all those years.

When they reached Helias’ house, both men turned to look at him, and the boy had to stop himself from pretending they were his parents, concerned and loving. At least not too much.

“You get home and sleep, don’t worry about the test,” Logan said gently. “You know everything you need to know. And it’s a test, anyways, so however it goes, you’ll do great because you did your best.”

Leo nodded, smiling softly. “And you let us know how it goes, yeah? It was a team effort.”

Coming from ex-NHL players, that phrase was something valiant and fierce.

Helias turned the lights off that night without a single worry about the test. He repeated himself what Logan had told him. You’ll have a long and full life, and you’ll remember nothing about this topic or the test. It doesn’t affect your life whatsoever. Tomorrow, you go to school thinking this. Except, he would forever remember that night. Even if math and formulas had nothing to do with it.

There was an old vinyl player in the corner, and a messy mountain of old custodies at its side. Finn and two girls were dancing chaotically to Abba’s, Leo smiling as he dried clean mugs behind the counter, but the moment Angel Eyes came up, Finn jumped the counter to come and get him to dance with them. The two girls laughed as they watched the two men swinging their shoulders in a well-coordinated choreography. Finn put a hand on Leo’s waist, moving them gently back and forth, nose against nose. Finn made him spin once, twice and ended it in a casqué, grinning, cheeks red with the dancing. Leo shook his head fondly, allowing a soft peck on the mouth from the man, before he was pulled up. His hip protested a bit, but it was fine. He went to sit on one of the stools by the counter and watched his husband mouthing the words of Dancing Queen with Aramiah and Elise.

When the last song slowly died down, they returned to the open books on one of the tables nearby. They had an English class to pass, after all. In the following hour, they did much of the work the two girls had been anxious about- Finn got on the table to recite Hamlet, explained everything they needed to know and made them analyze the texts on their own.

Leo supplied pieces of chocolate cake when they made another break.

“Whatcha making?” Logan asked, in a tone that was all Finn and made them both laugh. Leo smiled, a sweet memory on his lips as he chopped strawberries and put them in a bowl.

“Strawberry shortcakes.”

When Leo was met with silence, he raised his head to find Logan smiling at him smittenly, and he knew. They were both remembering the first time he’d made those for them. A smile so radiant, so happy and in love, after thirty years together, that made his heart ache. Leo could still see it all if he closed his eyes. The summer sun on their faces, wind, and splashes of salty water against their bodies. Him leading the motorboat with Logan pressed at his side, and Finn taking pictures and pictures and smiling so hard. Candle lights in the quietness of the bayou, kissing and feeling high on each other, on their first Cup, on their first summer together. Leo remembered feeling invincible.

The present Logan came to tuck himself under his arm, pressing his nose against his neck, just like he had all those years ago. Leo leaned to kiss the soft, greying curls.

Now those pictures were hanging in their hallway, together with many others. Logan had a copy in his office, and Leo had lost track of all the pictures crumpled in Finn’s wallet, almost round with yellowing polaroid’s. The café’s kitchen walls were full of smiling faces, too, because Leo liked to remember what had kept alive his cooking passion for all those years.

“Je me le souviens comme si c’était hier », Logan murmured, bringing a hand to Leo’s chest. I remember it as if it were yesterday.

“Moi aussi, mon doucet,” Leo smiled, putting the knife down to hug Logan properly. “Moi aussi.”

They remained in silence for a while, content in the embrace and reliving the memory. How many boat trips had followed. On their own, then with their kids, and with the team, at dawn and in the middle of the night to escape the heat of New Orleans. Leo sighed happily, tugging Logan closer, a sudden lump stuck in his throat. When he sniffed, Logan parted to bring a hand to his cheek, mesmerized green eyes studying him. But Leo only smiled, and when had that not meant that Logan would smile, too?

.

.

.

[floralflorence]

Have you noticed that the Regulus star is in the Leo constellation and is commonly referred to as "the heart of the lion"? Just one more reason to ship the cubs x Reg

I didn't but that makes SO much sense for them! if anyone needed more reasons to love them together, thank anon for giving us all one!! reg is really the final piece for them... the heart of the lion cubs indeed 🌸