#sweaterweater

1990s Disneyland Tinkerbell Vintage Sweatshirt

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Cub's halloween sexy times. This one is going to get EXPLICIT.

As always, thank you to @lumos in love for allowing us to play with this wonderful men.

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Leo breathed in the fresh air as he wandered outside. The heat of all the bodies inside had raised the temperature considerably and it was a relief to feel the breeze on his skin. The sound of the bass faded as he wandered over to join Regulus in leaning against the brick wall. “Thought I’d find you out here. Bit rogue to abandon your own house warming.” he quipped, smiling at his friend.    

Regulus raised an eyebrow, lifting his drink to his lips and taking a sip before offering a reply. “This is not my housewarming. This is merely a Halloween party. A very slutty one apparently – although, I don’t remember writing ‘come dressed with as little clothes as possible on the invite.’”. He raked his eyes up Leo’s form, noting the Peter Pan costume had considerably less leaves on it than the original.    

 Leo snorted, returning the assessment. “You can talk. You’re literally wearing a cape and underwear – superman” he shoved Reg lightly in the shoulder, causing him to spill some of his drink. “Is this not the first party you have hosted in this house?” he asked, receiving a nod of affirmation. “Then, it’s a housewarming party.” Leo declared, an air of finality in his voice.    

“Fuck off. If it’s a house warming party, then where is my plant.” Regulus argued. “Also, are you pregnant?” he added, gesturing towards the water glass in Leo’s hand.    

 “Got to be sober for what I plan to do tonight.” Leo drawled out an answer, grinning as he met Regulus’s eyes. “I’ll bring the plant round tomorrow.” he added as an afterthought.  The younger Black was still formulating an appropriately sarcastic response when Natalie appeared at the door. “Oi, Knut! Finn says that you might want to come and switch out Logan’s drinks right about now.” she said, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she turned on her stilettos and strode back inside again.   

 “Why can’t Fish do it himself?” Leo huffed but pushed off the wall with his foot. “Are you staying out here?” he asked.    

 Regulus nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be back inside in a bit. I’ll see you in there if you haven’t abandoned me to fuck your boyfriends yet.”   

Leo laughed, shaking his head as he walked away. “You know I might have a little bit more sympathy if you hadn’t had 5 different humans in your bed this week.” he called over his shoulder, hearing a brief protest as the door shut behind him.    

 He found the answer to his earlier question in the form of Finn playing beer pong as he passed through the lounge.    

“Sorry babe, I couldn’t abandon the game. I have a week’s worth of extra drills riding on this.” Finn explained, holding a faux eyeball in his hand. “Don’t worry, James’ is doing the drinking for our team though. Not that he will be doing any.” he taunted Timmy and Olli, his opponents.   

 Leo rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s antics and left to find the other one. He sighed as he spotted Logan at the drinks table in the process of pouring another rum and coke. Leo very much had plans that he wasn’t willing to carry out when Logan wasn’t sober, so he walked over and plucked the cup out of Logan’s hand pressing his own water glass into it instead.    

Leo pressed his hips against Logan's halting the shorter man's protests. “Nope. You don’t get to walk around here dressed like that and then get wasted. I want you writhing on my fingers later.” Leo growled into his ear, the dark feathers of Logan's wingspan brushing against his face.   

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.