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Rating: General Audience - there are ships, and they have sailed. General description: Zoo trip with a toddler. Bonus material: Toddler is better at art than the author is. Thanks to @lumosinlove, @noots-fic-fests, and @hazelnoot-analyst

Cap and Loops join James and Lily on an excursion, taking not-quite-3-year-old Harry for his first visit to the zoo. At the zoo shop afterwards, Harry doesn’t want a little lion toy, but instead hones in immediately on a giant stuffed red panda. “Sweetie, it is bigger than you, you won’t be able to carry him home.”

"‘Sa colour ‘a punkin spice. ‘Sa best spice. Like Momma's hair. Gonna call her Pie." Sirius and Remus sneak the purchase through while James and Lily are preoccupied with getting Harry to use the bathroom before they head back to the car.

"Tanks Unca Pafoo’! Tanks Unca ‘Oops!" ---

Unca Pafoo! Unca Pafoo! Pie painted you a picture! For your fridge! 'Sa burnt pumpkin pie!

[Picture description: 44 inch stuffed red panda sitting on a wooden table with its paws folded as if silently asking you to admire its artwork. The artwork is in front of the stuffed red panda, a crinkly A4 sheet painted with abstract swirls of olive green and orange paint.] *This was a "get well" picture made for me by my friend's three year old. It really is titled burnt pumpkin pie. Pie is actually called Panda Roux, and you can find their cousins in zoo shops around the world or online. They provide excellent lumbar support. **Most of my submissions from here on out are likely to be short, or silly and very low effort, and there is only one that might maybe be in French...

Fic O'Ween Day 1: Superstition

One of many Cap superstitions. Left skate first when stepping into the ice, Left skate sharpened first, lacing his left skate first, always left.

My fic for the fabulous fic -o-ween! This is not even remotely scary and is basically a big fluff ball. I hope you enjoy your Halloween as much as Sirius and co!

A big shout out to @ais-for-alex for being my beta for this fic. I did make a couple of changes as I was re-reading this morning (who can resist) so any mistakes are most likely my fault.😂

And finally, a massive thank you to @lumosinlove for lending us these wonderful characters to play with. They really have been a massive part of my lockdown sanity.

Rating: G

CW: Food mentions

“Do you think I should sell this house?” Sirius mused, tapping his long fingers against the rim of his mug.

Remus looked up slowly from his tablet, from which he’d been reading the daily news. “Why would you want to do that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s just so big, you know,” Sirius shrugged, taking a second to formulate his thoughts into a coherent reply. “I kind of just brought it as an act of rebellion when I got my first pay check. We’re never really here and even when we are, we use what, maybe five of the rooms.” He leaned back in his chair, pushing his hair back off his face. “It just feels so soulless,” he finished, glancing at Remus to gauge his reaction. His boyfriend was as impossible to read as ever, not giving an ounce away until he opened his mouth to speak.

“So, give it soul then.” Remus said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Like you said we’re never here. But we could be. We can make memories here if you want to,” he smiled gently at the thought. “Maybe, we could start with me officially moving my stuff in here?” he added, biting into a doughnut casually. If Sirius didn’t know Remus better he would have thought that the monumentality of the question had bypassed him.

Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus's waist pulling him close, smiling into his curls at the memory. It had taken place two years ago now and of course, Remus had been right. Sirius couldn’t imagine living anywhere else now. A crunching sound interrupted his thoughts. He shook his head, but didn’t comment on his boyfriend’s breakfast, a leftover toffee apple, knowing from previous experiences that it would only encourage him to make worse choices.

The conversation in his memory had been the reason that he’d first thrown his annual Halloween bonanza, a tradition (if something that had only been done twice could be called a tradition) that was quickly becoming infamous. It was a family affair with all the team bringing their loved ones to enjoy what was quite frankly, an outrageous display of wealth. Each year, Remus and he turned their back garden into a fete with, pumpkin carving, a hay maze, apple bobbing, spooky cupcake decorating and face painting to name but a few things. No expense was spared. But it wasn’t about the money really.

A soft kiss to his jawline pulled him out of his thoughts again. Remus sighed contentedly and leaned into his chest, body warmth radiating between them. Sirius glanced down at the shorter man, giving him a reassuring smile. Remus could always tell when he was in his own head.

“Just thinking about last night,” Sirius hummed, his eyes flickering to the giant corkboard on the wall. It was currently monopolized by the polaroids that had been taken the previous evening. The collection showcased exactly what the party was all about.

It was the photo of Logan, his teeth clenched around an apple, sticky liquid dripping down his chin and eyes glimmering with competition. Next to it, the photo of Katie Dumais hugging a huge, black stuffed dog, almost the same size as her.

“Logan won me a new stuffie!” she had beamed as the photo was taken. Logan, much to Katie’s distain, ruffled her hair and told her, “N’importe quoi pour vous.” Anything for you.

It was the image of a frantic James declaring, “I have lost my child!” Olli and Timmy laughing in the background because they could see a tiny Harry dressed as a pumpkin toddling around behind his father.

It was the one of Talker, for once sitting still, albeit in a chair designed for small children, his eyes closed but his mouth moving. Across from him, Noelle’s expression was fondly exasperated as she tried to finish painting his face. Another photo evidenced that she had been successful; there were two matching skeletons (Thomas and little Xavi) with faces warped by laughter.

It was the collection of photos towards the top of the corkboard. Reg and Leo. Reg and Celeste. Reg and Jules. And his personal favourite, Reg and Remus.

“I love this one,” Sirius said aloud, his fingers reaching out to brush the picture he was referring to. Even now it still baffled him to see his brother interacting with his boyfriend so casually. At this point the two men had their own relationship outside of Sirius, founded on nerdy things that he failed to understand. His heart swelled as he took in the image of the two most important people in his life.

“It’s a great photo,” Remus agreed. He and Regulus had their heads close together, hands waving as they enthusiastically discussed something. Remus had a smug expression on his face, Reg looked disgruntled. The photo captured their personalities fantastically. “I think this is my favourite,” Remus added, pointing out a different polaroid.

This one was taken inside. An entanglement of blankets and sleeping children. Smitty’s youngest, Noah, had started it. He’d crashed around 9pm after an almighty sugar rush, and his father had laid him down in the quiet of the lounge to sleep. Katya Ivanov and Katie Dumais followed soon after. Harry had put up a valiant effort not to join them. In fact, there was a photo a little to the left of Sirius rocking his godson who was fighting his drooping eyelids. Never the less, he ended up in the pile too.

“One day, we will have one of our own to add to that pile,” Remus smiled, giving Sirius a squeeze.

“One day,” Sirius agreed, wiping a thumb across Remus's lips to remove a trace of toffee. "We better go and wake those two up. Marcie will be here soon – she won’t want to clean around them,” Sirius declared, his head inclining towards the lounge. Remus chuckled in response, spinning in Sirius’s arms and taking his hand to lead him to the other room. Sirius allowed himself to be led, picking up the camera from the counter as he passed.

The camera flashed and pushed out a photo with a click. Sirius grinned, shaking the small square whilst it developed. Slowly it revealed two men curled into one another, the taller of the them had his arms wrapped around the smaller. They looked peaceful. Remus tried to wake them up gently, but apparently the small shake to Kuny’s shoulder was enough to startle the pair. A string of Russian – almost certainly profanities – left Kuny’s mouth as he pulled himself away from Nado. Sirius noted the blush that spread over Kuny’s cheeks as he realised how entwined they had been. 

“Right boys. I hate to kick you out but my housekeeper will be here soon and she does not need to be subjected to your hungover asses,” Sirius said, although he didn’t sound regretful at all.

Nado grumbled, showing Sirius his middle finger and sweeping his hair back of his face. “Come on Koon, I’ll drop you home.”

Leaving Remus to deal with their two unexpected guests, Sirius wandered back into his kitchen to pin the photo he had just taken with the rest. There wasn’t a lot of room left, but he managed to squeeze it between a photo of Natalie and Kasey holding their carved pumpkins, and a particularly sweet one of the cubs. Finn’s lips were pressed against Leo’s nose, red from the cold. Logan cocooned between them, resting his head on Finn’s chest. Sirius couldn’t help but smile as he realized that none of them were wearing the same sweaters they had arrived in, seemingly having swapped them over the course of the evening.

Remus came back soon enough, shaking his head and huffing out a laugh. Sirius didn't want to know. “They'll be gone soon. We should pick up. Marcie isn't paid enough to deal with…this" Remus said, gesturing towards the chaos of the kitchen. Sirius looked around, a grimace forming on his face before he nodded his agreement. The floor was littered with costume parts, either lost or removed as games were played and alcohol was drunk – devil horns here and iron man’s mask there. There was a stain on the rug where a bowl of perfectly spiced pumpkin soup had been spilt. Toilet paper had managed to make its way into the craziest of places, casualties of the mummy competition. Popcorn crunched under his feet – the impromptu viewing of ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ had happened two rooms over - how popcorn had ended up in the kitchen, Sirius did not know.

Thank you for @opaleyedragon for organising the SW Discord's 13 days of fic-o-ween🖤

Make sure to check out the other fics for this tag on Ao3! They are amazing!

(I have the same username)

The characters are by @lumosinlove! thank you so much for inspiring the halloween fest aswell.👻❤

Leo was so glad Golie-practice was over for another week. It really was quite a lot Kasey did when all the others already made their way back home. Although it was Leo's choice to stay, he was more than relieved seeing his front door and planning dinner with his boys.

He had bought pumpkins yesterday, since it was almost Halloween and he only made pumpkin pie once a year as a tradition. So he was very excited to finally have a taste of his family's delicious homemade pie.

When he got up all of the stairs to their apartment, he could practically imagine Lo and Finn cuddling on the coach after a long day of practice, patiently waiting for him to come home and bake the pie he had been talking about a lot the last few- well, months let's face it.

But that couldnt be what was happening in there. Because as he looked through his bag for his keys, he heard muffled shouts for behind the door.

"Shit, shit, shit", that was definitely Finn's voice.

And pretty much as soon as he had entered the room, he was- there is no other way to put it- attacked. Logan ran to him and hugged his waist turning Leo to face in the direction of the window. Finn joining them just a second later.

"Hey, peanut. How was practise?", Finn asked, seemingly more interested than ever in the quite boring but exhausting drills he and Kasey ran through.

When Leo just looked a bit surprised at the red-head's unusual interest, Lo gave Finn a look. The moment after he was kissing Leo's neck, just where he could reach without the blonde moving. Finn quickly followed and pressed soft kisses from Leo's cheek until he reached his mouth. Logan started to pull back a bit and it had the exact desired effect of Leo following him. The second Havard boy knew exactly what the other's plan was. He started to push Leo a bit in the direction of their bedroom and once Leo knew that they were moving with purpose he groaned.

They knew exactly how tired he was after golie-practice. They knew he just wanted to eat, cuddle and sleep on those days. But they also knew it would be hard for him to just say he didn't want to. The problem was he did. He just wanted to cuddle and sleep in their arms way more.

"Alright," Leo sighed, just as Finn and him pulled apart for air, "You know how drained I am after today. I'd really prefer to just make the pie for us and cuddle?"

"Yeah, of course. We weren't going to do anything, we know your tired-tuesdays, Nutter Butter. But we just thought cuddling on our bed would be nicer?", Logan not quite stated more asked.

"Yes, the sofa is overrated. Also you dont need to make that pie, Nutty. It's already pretty late, right?" Finn added.

"Okay... You guys have been excited for me to bake that pie ever since I told you I can cook. Why have you so suddenly changed your mind? Also it is half past five..." Leo told them getting more confused by the second.

"We can wait another day, peanut. We can see how tired you are." Logan explained, "No rush, really."

Finn just nodded and pulled him closer to their bedroom.

"Alright, if you dont want it today, I'll make it tomorrow that's fine." Leo placed a kiss on both or their foreheads, his boys relaxing their hold on him immediately.

He was back though the door before they could do anything, though. "I'll just make myself a sandwich for dinner. Have you guys-" he went silent once he saw the kitchen.

Logan and Finn, running after him, stopped and hid shyly behind the door frame.

"What the hell happend here?!", Leo stormed through their kitchen seeing every single surface being covered in what looked like the insides of pumpkins. "Guys. Can you explain this to me?!"

He turned around facing brown and red curls sticking out from either side of the door frame.

Finn stepped out first, quickly being followed by Logan.

"So...?" Leo started expectantly.

"So Lo-", Finn started but was interrupted by Logan, "dont lie you wanted to try it too!"

"Fine," Finn tried again, "we were so excited about Halloween coming up, right?"

"And about your pumpkin pie!"

"And about your pumpkin pie" Finn repeated. "But we also never really got to carve pumpkins, well, since I was like 4..." he trailed off.

"So we decided...", Logan made a long pause. "itwouldbeagoodideatosurpriseyouwiththepumpkinswecarved?", he said smiling shyly.

"Wait- how wrong can this have gone for the entire kitchen to look like the inside if Cinderellas carriage!?", Leo asked, less frustrated more confused and genuinely curious now.

"Well, as we said. We dont know what we're doing..." Finn tried. "And we might have used a mixer to get the insides out..." Logan added slowly.

Suddenly Leo's face completely relaxed out of its confusion, which was quickly replaced by the loud laughter his boys loved so much.

"You went and mixed the pumpkin?! And- wh-" he started but broke off with laughter again.

"Yes?" Logan and Finn said at the same time.

"I love you, guys. And you know that, but sometimes I wonder how you're able to use a spoon correctly." Leo's gasped, his laugh barely fading.

"Maybe you can teach us?" And as Logan suggested that, Leo's face went loving.

"I will. Even if I know you won't listen. We'll make pumpkin soup tomorrow, okay?"

Leo was about to open the fridge, when he slowly asked, "Can I at least see the pumpkins that nearly destroyed my mixer and our kitchen?"

Now it was Finns turn to laugh. "Well, I would love to show you Logan's, but the mixer actually got more of the actual pumpkin than the insides...- but mine went pretty great considering."

He went up to one of the cabinets - Leo had been wondering why all the washed plates were on the counter, now covered in slimy pumpkin- and got out one of the pumpkins Leo had bought.

He turned it around. It had a wonky heart carved into it. The letters were barely readable, but Leo was pretty positive it was an 'F' in between two 'L"s.

"What do you think? I mean it was my first try, so I know it's not perfect. Not even close, but-"

Finn was cut off by Leo kissing him, and then the blonde was kissing Logan. It left them both in a daze.

Still accepting late Fic-O-Ween submittals all through this week! They'll be reblogged with love and enthusiasm. 🎃🍂🍁