Happy Birthday John Lennon [October 9th 1940]

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Happy Birthday John Lennon [October 9th 1940]
Completely obssessed with @a-selkie-abroad's human rockstar Vlad AU. Him and his gorgeous locks of hair have taken over my mind.
sorry i have the cutest cat in existence
October Almost-Drabbles 10/22: Costume
Pairing: Cherik
Word Count: 621
Additional tags: trick or treating, family fluff, pietro is an absolute adhd terror but we love him
Side note: I cut out like 300+ words of mostly boring exposition, so this is much more streamlined than it was at first. Other than the descriptor calling Wanda a witch (because she’s dressed like one, obvs), everyone else’s outfits are un-described. Mostly. So feel free to use your own imaginations. And yes, everybody did dress up. Even Erik.
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The little family made quite a picture, walking down the brightly lit sidewalk.
“Careful with that, Wanda.” Charles called out. The little witch was swinging her candy bucket enthusiastically, losing bits and pieces out of it. At his urging, she calmed her motions, though there was still a lot of swinging involved. As per usual, she was significantly calmer than her twin. Pietro was running loops around all of them. Up the street, down the street, into walkways, occasionally into yards (“Mind the grass!” Erik told him, multiple times). He couldn’t get far, thankfully - the metal bits subtly sewn into his costume made sure of that - but he tested the boundary at every chance he could.
“Alright back there?” Erik asked. He couldn’t see over the top of the dozing child on his back, but he knew Lorna was bringing up the rear of their little caravan.
“I'm good, Dad.” She was eating candy. He could practically hear the caramel as she answered. And more importantly, she was happy. All four of the children were. Even David, who smiled even in his tired state.
“So what do you think, guys? Trick-or-treating? Fun, huh?” Charles smiled, ruffling Pietro’s hair as he ran by. He didn’t really need to ask; he could feel their joy as bright as a beacon. But he always tried to encourage verbal communication. Especially in public, though they were mostly alone on that particular sidewalk.
There was a chorus of affirmations.
“Can Auntie Raven come with us next time?” Wanda asked. Charles made a show of considering this, though truth be told he‘d had a similar thought. It would be interesting, he reasoned, to bring along someone who didn’t need a preprepared outfit. Who could potentially change their appearance from house to house.
“Why don’t we ask her when we get home?” He gave Wanda a nod. She grinned and nodded back before slipping back behind them to walk with her sister. Aside from the red and white blur that was Pietro running around them, and their older boy being carried by Erik, the two parents were somewhat alone. Charles bumped their shoulders together gently.
So. We all survived.
That remains to be seen, Erik projected back, eyeing their running and giggling youngest son. The little terror. I’m only surprised he hasn’t run every single one of us ragged yet.
At that moment, the boy ran a little further out than either of them were comfortable with. Almost offhandedly, Erik reached out with his power, grabbed the metal threads in his costume, and pulled him back over. Pietro paused just long enough to say “sorry, dad,” before taking off again. He’d probably have long since spilled his candy everywhere had Charles not commandeered his bucket fairly early in the night.
And you’re already planning for next year. Erik shook his head, though he was also smiling. Doing his own planning, no doubt.
Maybe a little. But, Charles was quick to add, we’ve still got at least an hour or two of candy sorting ahead of us. “And it’s way past certain individuals’ bed time as it is.”
“Not tired!” Pietro said, zooming by.
David grumbled sleepily.
“I understand your point, however. Once the candy has been sorted, and the costumes put away, then we can do what all parents do after October 31st.”
“And that is?”
“To never think of Halloween again for the next eleven months or so.”
At that, Erik laughed. He shifted David a little, adjusting his position. “I’m gonna hold you to that, I hope you know. Also not looking forward to the mountains of candy to sift through.”
“Liar. You’ll be drowning in butterscotch for weeks. What a burden.”
“Quiet, you.”
Twas me who asked about the baby so I roughly doodled one (who’s baby is this well the world may never know-)
submitted by @dinobotking117
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BABYYYYYYYYY
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS! YOU WILL LITERALLY NOT BE ABLE TO STOP GRINNING!!! OMFG ONE OF THE SWEETEST FIC I'VE EVER READ AND I WANT TO GIVE THIS FIC A BIG HUG!!!