Charles, why do you always have to ruin the moment?
I don’t even know what to say.
Merry Xmas! GOD I HAVENT DRAW XMEN FOR AGES. BUT CHRISTMAS SPIRIT GOT TO ME AND I HAD TO DRAW THEM.
Pietro stared skeptically up at the man before him, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “You don’t look like Santa.” He said quietly, head tilting to the side and gaze squinting. He may only be seven, but he wasn’t stupid. “You look like uncle Azazel.”
Not-Santa cleared his throat, holding back a smile and adjusting his satchel of toys. “If little Pietro does not believe in Santa, then he will not be needing gifts for Christmas.” He pointed out. Stricken, Pietro’s doubtful expression transformed into one of horror, pale eyes widening comically just as Papa walked in with Wanda in one arm and a pack of batteries in the other. Not one to let such dire threats go unpunished, Pietro shot towards Papa as fast as he could (he was already the fastest boy in his class, so it was a quick affair.)
“Papa!” Pietro wailed, forgetting momentarily that he had to stop running, and smacking straight into Papa’s legs. Papa grunted halfway to handing Daddy the batteries, dropping them and reaching to hold himself steady with the top of Pietro’s head.
“What is it, little one?” Papa asked gently, lowering Wanda when she started to kick and squirm in her poofy Christmas dress.
“Uncle Azazel says I won’t get any gifts because he’s bad at being Santa!” Pietro cried, tugging on Papa’s pants. Papa crouched, one giant hand brushing through Pietro’s pale hair softly, head turning to look at Daddy, who was busy fiddling with his camera.
Daddy looked up curiously, always knowing when Papa was thinking at him, and tilted his head.
“You know, Charles, Christmas was your idea.” Papa said dryly to Daddy. Daddy released a surprised laugh, setting a set of batteries into the camera and then gesturing to Pietro. Used to being traded off between his fathers, Pietro wiggled away from Papa to crawl up onto Daddy’s lap.
“You know, my darling…” Daddy began, reaching up and tweaking Pietro’s nose. Pietro yelped, holding his hands over his face and shaking his head to keep Daddy from doing it again. “Maybe you hurt Uncle Azazel’s feelings, saying he wasn’t a very good actor.” Daddy’s voice was low and very, very serious. Pietro thought about it for a moment, horrorified at how mean he must have sounded.
“Uncle Azazel wants to be an actor?” He asked, just to make sure. Daddy seemed to think about his question for a moment whenever Papa sat down next to them. Pietro wanted to climb into Papa’s lap (it was much bigger and had less chance of a quick tickle happening) but Wanda was already jumping up onto the couch to do so.
“Very much so, little one.” Papa said, answering for Daddy. “He wants to be the star of the next Moulin Rouge broadway, I’ll have you know.”
Pietro pinched his face, because he didn’t know what that was, and then scowled. “Should I apologize? Will that get me presents?” He made sure to whisper this - but he didn’t whisper too quietly because Papa had always told Daddy he was getting old, and old people didn’t ever have good hearing.
Pietro realized he may have thought this too loudly whenever Daddy’s face made an expression that looked kind of like Wanda when she had to go to the bathroom. Instead of saying something to Pietro, though, Daddy just shook his head.
“I’m rather certain Uncle Azazel can hear you talking right now, love. If you want to apologize, you should mean it.” As he spoke, Daddy gestured behind Pietro. Pietro turned, eeping when he caught sight of Uncle Azazel standing next to the couch with a very unhappy look. Crossing his arms, Uncle Azazel turned to look at Papa.
“I will go fetch family.” He grounded out, disappearing in a puff of smoke that Pietro kind of liked the smell of. (it was something that always told him Uncle Azazel was home, or sometimes baby Kurt.) Daddy’s big, soft hand started to pet the top of Pietro’s hand while he grabbed the camera.
“How about a quick family photo while we wait? One just for us.” Daddy chirped happily. Pietro scowled, shaking his head as Wanda started to clap her hands excitedly.
“Can I be in front?” Wanda asked, wrapping her arms around Papa’s neck to keep in place whenever he stood off of the couch with a grunt. She slung her legs over Papa’s stomach, letting him hold her in place with a hand under her thighs while Papa reached out to help Daddy up. Pietro climbed off of Daddy’s lap, jumping to the ground on his own and crossing his arms. He didn’t like pictures, everyone had to make faces that weren’t funny and it was stupid and pointless.
“Come now, Darling. Don’t be like that.” Daddy said sweetly, crouching down to grab one of Pietro’s hands. Pietro uncrossed his arms, begrudingly letting Daddy lead him over to the fireplace while he set up the camera.
“Pictures are stupid.” Pietro grumbled, letting go of Daddy’s hand and walking over to Papa while Daddy set the timer.
“You’re stupid!” Wanda snapped back as Papa set her on the ground. Papa scowled, reaching up with a finger to tap her on the top of the head in warning. Wanda huffed, turning her head and putting her hands on her hips to let Pietro know she was going to ignore anything else she said. Pietro opened his mouth to tell Wanda how stupid she was when Papa gave his suspenders a quick, hands-free tug and twist, forcing Pietro to face the camera before he could really think about what was happening.
“Please try not to use your powers on the children, love.” Daddy said as he walked over, stepping behind Pietro and Wanda to be at Papa’s side. “Everyone, smile!”
Pietro scowled a little, staring at the back of Wanda’s head as the camera started to blink with each second counted down. There was a pumpf of smoke just as the flash went off.
Kurt shrieked, letting go of his mother’s neck to fall to the ground. Aunt Raven lifted her foot up, catching Kurt with the underside of her foot and twisting part of her upper body around to snatch the toddler up into her arm while the other released its hold on Uncle Azazel’s shoulder. Pietro’s scowl fell into a grin as Kurt wiggled and squirmed, tiny hands reaching for the twins like he’d just found his favorite toy.
Maybe Christmas wasn’t so stupid.
Even if Uncle Azazel wasn’t a very good Santa.