ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

trick or treat. [yuwin]

2/3 of the halloween bash.

a/n: domestic fluff got me in the feels.

some... ~dirty~ parts but it's short. like, 410 words. yes I counted. (no, word did but shush)

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the morning atmosphere was humid, with morning breeze sneaking into the room through the windows, brushing against the curtains. it was silent with only birds chirping as the background melody. sicheng curls up into his husband's chest, enjoying the sunlight on his face and tries to get more sleep when –

" PAPA! DADDY !"

he grunts when the door slams open and the bed shifts, then there they are – shikoku and kyoto – their little twins jumping on their bed while screaming. yuta stirs but doesn't wake. not even when kyoto steps on his feet. sicheng turns to his other side, hogging the blankets to himself, only for shikoku to jump on him.

still not opening his eyes, he throws a pillow at his husband. " your kids are awake ."

" it's a saturday ," yuta replies, stealing the blanket back. " they're yours ."

shikoku giggles, messing up her papa's pink locks. " actually, it's halloween, so we're both of yours !"

" get up, dads ," kyoto rocks yuta's body back and forth, his eyes full with stars and excitement. halloween has always been the twins' favourite holiday. " we have to get our costumes !"

deciding the torture won't stop unless if he stops it, sicheng sits up against the headboard and brushes his messy hair (courtesy of shikoku; she's the one who dyed sicheng's hair anyways) with his fingers. he turns to kyoto, who's still shaking the unbothered yuta, and a smile leaves his lips.

" there, there, leave your daddy alone ," he takes the youngest in his laps, attacking him with tickles and kyoto bursts into laughter. shikoku joins them too, and sicheng pecks her cheeks, balancing the seven-year-olds on each of his lap. " have you guys brushed your teeth ?"

" no ." shikoku replies, giggling when sicheng makes a face.

" I told you guys to brush your teeth before waking your dads up, didn't I ?"

" yes ," kyoto leans his head on sicheng's chest and his father smiles, pecking the top of his head. " but we didn't because we want to get our costumes !"

sicheng glances to the clock on the bedside. it's hardly nine a.m., the outfit shop isn't even open yet. plus, it's a saturday, he wants to at least sleep until ten but no, his beloved children have to ruin it.

" it's too early, kids. why don't you guys brush your teeth, then help me with breakfast? we'll get your costumes later ."

" you'll drop us over at grandma's house, right ?" kyoto asks. they've been begging for their dads to let them sleepover at their grandparents' on halloween; yuta and sicheng, being weak for their double trouble, couldn't say no. especially when their favourite uncle, shotaro's back in town. " uncle taro promised to teach us to dance !"

sicheng isn't sure if that's a good idea. shotaro's a nice kid, but his dances... well, they're not appropriate for seven-years-olds, to say at the least. but he smiles and nods anyways.

" yes, your daddy and I will drop you guys at your grandma's after we go trick-and-treating ."

" promise ?" shikoku lifts her pinkie, like she always does when she promises something.

sicheng smiles and entwines his fifth finger with hers. " promise ," he kisses her nose. " now off to the bathroom or you guys won't get your cookies ."