Undertaker, sebastian and Ciels reactions to helping their s/o babysit their little nephew and once their s/o isnt there for a moment the kid just turns evil and glares at them, calls them names because they dont want the boys to touch or kiss the s/o???
That was so much fun to write (❛▿❛✿)
Playful sounds were echoing in the room filling it up with positive vibes and an aura of overwhelming joy when you were trying to find your little nephew between all the furnitures with your eyes blindfolded with a long scarf. When he offered you to play this childish game, you thought it will be way easier than it now appeared to be and your bruised knee (since when was the table standing there?) already reminded you of it with pulsatory pain. Not that you minded, it has been almost an year since you saw him for the last time and started missed him. The boy never let you get bored with the variety of his ideas, different games to play which necessarily had to involve you and those cute, handmade gifts from him. For such a young boy, he seemed to be very talented already and watching him grow up was surely a great pleasure for a proud auntie you were.
After a few attempts of finding him, you finally managed to catch the boy just when he was about to jump on the sofa but ended up in your arms, wriggling and laughing out loud in a breaks of repeating how this one shouldn’t count and eventually stopped complaining when you tickled him and took off your blindfold.
“All right, all right,” you sat him down on the said sofa and watched him pout at your sudden seriousness. “We will play one more round but first, I am going to bring something cold to drink, fine? I can bet that you are even more thirsty than I am.”
Your nephew, still pouting, nodded slowly, as if he still was not completely convinced. You smiled to him and put the scarf on the nearby armchair, finally turning to your boyfriend who was simply observing your games, not really wanting to participate for the whole time.
“Keep an eye on him for a while,” you stated and before he could offer you some help in the kitchen, you were gone behind the doors, leaving him alone with the young boy.
Undertaker giggled when he felt the strand of his long, white hair being sligtly pulled. He was used to the way they would fall everywhere, sometimes disturbing his actions or even sleep when they got tangled but nevertheless he enjoyed how they were giving him a substitute of privacy and helped to hide the scars, so he never complained. The next pull was, however, a little bit more stronger and if he was not a grim reaper, it would probably hurt him. Turning his head toward the young boy who was now holding a fist of his hair, he didn’t let the smile to drop, still amused after watching you two play.
“You are quite mischievous, aren’t you, little one?” he wondered out loud.
Your nephew’s face was not all brighten up with joy as it was barely few moments before you left, he was now staring at the Undertaker as if he was trying to kill him just with the gaze.
“And not really talkative to the strangers, huh?” The grim reaper swayed forward and then backward on the edge of simple, wooden chair, giggling once again when recalled something funny you said this afternoon.
“You’re weird,” the boy commented straightforwardly.
Undertaker busrted with short laugh.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve heard that already but tell me, who isn’t weird at all?”
The boy frowned and let go of the strand of his hair, letting it fall down on the floor, then crossed his arms, still glaring. After thinking for a while, the grim reaper leaned slightly to the younger one, baring his teeth in an amused smile when a simple thought crossed his mind.
“Could it be that you are jealous of your precious aunt?” he inquired.
There was a spark of shock visible in your nephew’s eyes but it disappeared as fast as appeared, leaving him frowning even more than before.
“You’re a freak,” he stated with slight disgust.
“You have no idea how righ you are.”
The boy turned around and stamping loudly approached the Undertaker, probably wanting to finally see his eyes, still covered by the white bangs. He didn’t have an opportunity to do so since just when he was inches close to him, the grim reaper stood up and placed his long, black nail on the boy’s forehead, stopping him in the middle of the walk as if he was a clockwork toy.
“No peeking, little one,” he hummed.
It seemed like Undertaker had a perfect answer for literally everything your nephew was doing, moreover, he was having a lot of fun with him and his attempts of hurting his feelings. However, he was not the one to give up easily.
“I bet you’re ugly, that’s why you’re hiding your face.”
“Well, you are not wrong,” the grim reaper giggled.
“Too ugly to date her.”
“And yet, she is there.”
“Because she hadn’t seen your ugly face.”
“Oh!” he laughed. “She saw way more than my ugly face, little one.”
Just when the boy was about to say somethig more, you opened the door and came back with few cold drinks. Seeing those two facing each other, your nephew clearly annoyed, frowning, cheeks reddened with emotions and Undertaker holding his stomach when he was trying to hold back the laughter made you immediatelly think that you missed something very important which you didn’t necessarily wanted to know about.
Sebastian would have sighed if it was not about his perfect butler appearance. Instead, he just looked at the boy who was still sitting on the sofa which now looking way much bigger with such a small human on it, and after a while stood up up from his current, comfortable position on a chair in the corner of the room. Approaching the child, he put the most gentle and kind smile he managed to on his face, hoping that you will be back soon and he won’t have to deal with him for longer than needed. He had enough of human cubs for the next hundred years, after all.
Your nephew, however, seemed to be well-educated and rather polite boy so spending few minutes with him probably was not going to be as bad, as Sebastian thought. Sitting in front of the boy on an armchair where you previously put your scarf on, the butler realized how wrong he was after hearing the first sentence said directly to him:
“You’re a spawn of satan.”
Sebastian freezed and so did the smile on his face. For a single moment, he could swear that he felt his heart beat slightly faster in a sudden realization that this young man was actually able to recognize him, to see through his disguise which he still didn’t take off even in front of you, to bare his secrets, to…
The demon coughed once, twice and looked at the boy again, this time straight in his eyes, focusing on guessing his true intentions. It was impossible that he could know it, no, it must have been some kind of joke and all he had to do was to talk about it with him before he could eventually reveal this secret to you.
“What makes you say such a strong words?” Sebastian asked, not affected by the nephew’s gloomy and averse stare.
The boy didn’t reply at first, he let the demon to wait patiently in silence and wonder what may the true answer be. Just when the butler thought that he won’t hear another word, the reply appeared and hanged in the air between them, heavy and uncomfortable.
“I don’t like the stuff you’re doing to her.”
For once, Sebastian thought that maybe he would want a glass of water also, he was clearly not ready for a conversation like this one. Adjusting his tie, he decided to not get fooled, now almost sure that the boy didn’t truly recognize him but saw or heard way worse things… Before he said anything more, he had to analyze the situation; your nephew couldn’t be that smart and he was probably assuming wrong.
“The stuff?” Simple, stupid question, way lower than his actual level but he was talking to the child, human child, wasn’t he?
Well, maybe he was that smart.
“Young man, it is not-“ Sebastian couldn’t end the sentence because the boy interrupted him right in the middle.
“I don’t want to see you close to her ever again, you trash, or else…”
The demon didn’t recall you having any kind of pocket watch but you seemingly didn’t need one to be in a right places on a right time which was now proved again by your presence in the room, the salver with drinks in your hands. You didn’t notice the way your nephew looked at Sebastian, no wonders, in the exact second when you opened the door, his expression changed completely, the image of innocent boy painted on his face once again. The boy happily jumped off the sofa and run to you to get his glass of juice, leaving the butler sitting still in the same place, completely confused.
“I see you were talking?” you asked him, handing your nephew a drink. “He is not that scary, isn’t he?”
The butler stood up to immediatelly help you with the salver.
“Oh no, you were completely right, my love,” he
stated with a kind smile. “He is purely an angel.”
“You’re too short for her.”
Ciel almost spit out the tea he was currently drinking, hearing those words from the young boy who was so nice in your presence – until now, that is. He slowly put the teacup on the table and looked at your nephew who was now staring at him deadly.
“You heard. You’re not much taller than me.”
The earl felt something similiar to the big bump growing in his throat, making him unable to speak nor think properly. He never had to deal with such situations before, not to mention with somebody – willing or not – close to him. In any other moment he would just walk away or demand getting rid off those who dare to insult him in so humiliating way, today was different and the hardest was that he had to be nice to the child sitting on the sofa. It is your nephew, he repeated himself in the mind, he can complain to you later.
What occupied Ciel’s thoughts the most was the reason why would he say something like that? Obviously, he didn’t want to insult him in front of his dear aunt but nevertheless he hadn’t given him any reason to act this way. He was a little bit proud, of course, but it couldn’t be the exact reason for this behaviour.
Not to mention that for the whole time he was spending with your relative, he was wearing those short heels which made him appear taller than he truly was. Is it possible that he was that short…?
Ciel cleared his throat.
“The height is irrelevant in an adult relationship, you will understand when you grow up,” he stated seriously, not wholly convinced about the truth of his own words.
“But you’re not an adult.”
If there would be somebody who could read in minds, he would certainly hear Ciel snap in this moment.
“Of course I am,” Ciel objected. “I am the head of the Funtom Corporation, the head oh the Phantomhive household, it makes me be an adult no matter how old I am.”
“But it doesn’t make you taller.” Vicious smile creeped upon the young boy’s lips who couldn’t not notice the change in Ciel’s attitude and tone of his voice.
“I-It is highly inappropriate to say such things to an earl,” he stuttered and immediatelly cursed himself internally for that.
What kind of child was it? Where did you take him from? And why the hell weren’t you coming back for so long? He had more than enough and didn’t want to participate in this conversation anymore.
“You’re my aunt’s boyfriend, I can speak what I want.”
Your nephew started slowly waving his legs hanging from the sofa and this only proved that he was having a great time. Ciel opened his mouth and quickly closed it, not wanting to offend the child but wishing he could shut his mouth with one, strong command which made him seem like a carp picked out of the water. However, for the next minutes the boy was quiet which let Ciel believe that he is done with insulting him and his problem was solved by itself. He quickly changed his mind when he heard him muttering something more under the breath.
“And you wear heels like a girl.”