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For: petty-bocchan Author: redrosecrown Pairings/Character: Vincent Phantomhive, Undertaker, Phantomhive Twins Warnings: N/A Prompt: Undertaker babysitting the twins Author’s Notes: Princess Joanne is a fictional character. I made her up.

-If his horse didn’t poop on the Earl of Phantomhive, and if Vincent Phantomhive didn’t make a princess angry, Undertaker would never attend Phantomhive twins’ third birthday party. Undertaker felt dizzy from laughing, while untying the Earl. Vincent had to babysit Princess Joanne, but it seems that she threw a tantrum. She wanted to be the one driving the carriage. He had wanted to take her for a picnic with the twins, but before they could set foot on the carriage again, she ordered some guards to tie him up, and help her drive.

-“A tiny princess stole your carriage?” Undertaker asked smirking.

-“Daddy was pooped,” said one of the twins pointing his finger. “Daddy was pooped,” said the other.

-“At least she is safe,” said Earl Phantomhive cleaning his face with a napkin. “Even the devil couldn’t predict this. Hahahaha.”

-“I thought it waaaas a corpse lying on the ground,” said Undertaker, smirking.

-The twins used to be so shy, and they would cry for their mother or father, the moment their divine parents were five meters away from them. They were still scardey-cats, though, but it seems that the mischievous strike of their genes has finally started to show in them. Earl of Phantomhive pardoned himself so he can have a bath, and Undertaker was left alone with two three-year-old kids. Their mother was not feeling well, and the servants were busy preparing the event, and since, Vincent asked him to babysit his children, Undertaker agreed to it.

-“Ouch!” a ball of steel suddenly hit Undertaker from behind. He even surprised himself by shouting.  Little Phantomhive had hit him on his ass.

-“Oh come on, little you,” said he raising his hands in a spooky way. “I’m going to get you.”

-And, soon there were two screaming kids and a running former Shinigami after them. He finally got one of them. The other was hiding under the table.

-“Where is the oooother oneee?” said he. There was a giggling from under the golden table. “What should I dooo? Earl wiiiiill haaaaave my head.” There was another giggling. “What is this tiiiiny shoe doing under the taaaable? Don’t tell me someone ate one of them.” He picked the giggling toddler up, who had a small C on his outfit. “I got you.”

-“Read a book for us,” said the twin that had a C on his blue dress.

-“Oh my,” said Undertaker. “Which oneee should IIIII choooooose?”

-There were dozens of books for kids on the table, and Undertaker had heard about all of them, but one particular one took his interest the most. It was the “Fenian Cycle.”

-With one twin on his right side, and the other on the left side, Undertaker felt like a father reading to his own children, the story about a golden boy that could run really fast. The sun rays that shone through the windows looked like a hand trying to grasp the little bits of hope he had in him. The mirror reflected his thoughts of the past, and smirked at his attempt to get back what he once had.

-“So, he’s the fastest in the world?” said one of them, “even faster than a horse?”

-“Even faster than a horse,” said Undertaker. “Though, no matter how fast a human is, he can never outrun death,” Undertaker thought in himself. It seems that the Earl is late.

-“Let’s play with a ball, Ciel,” said one of the twins.  They ran outside leaving Undertaker alone in the saloon. “Waiiiiit for meee,” said Undertaker, breaking free from the state of deep thoughts.

-The garden of Phantomhive was always so nice. The sun was now red, and it seems that the time for the party was soon. He didn’t buy a present for them. They played for a little while, and when Undertaker managed to protect Ciel from falling on the ground, the people from the party started coming. Undertaker really didn’t want to partake in that party, especially being present-less, but now it was too late to go back.

-“It’s so nice to have you in one of our parties, Undertaker,” said the Earl, smiling kindly. “I know you avoid social events, but it’s interesting for once in a while.”

-“Yes, once in a while,” he said thoughtfully, but a scandalous event in front of him made him double in laughter. One of the kids was running, and he had accidentally pushed an elderly man into a gigantic cake. He was a philanthropist from what Undertaker knew.

-“You are faster than Finnian,” said the twins altogether. “You saved me from falling, and you were so fast.”

-“Oh, that’s noooothiiiing,” said Undertaker smirking. “Catching you was so eaaasy.”

-“Macaroons are so delicious,” said one of them. “Do you want one?”

-“Thaaaank you,” said he picking a red one.

-Undertaker was bored, but he got to win that billiards game. The evil aristocrats always had their little secret discussions. The drugs, the human trafficking, and even occult were part of their discussion, and the Earl had always a quest from his master, the Queen.

-“Read us a story,” the twins ran to him. One of them had a Grimm’s fairy-tail book on his arms.

-“Leave the adults alone,” their father insisted.

-“Don’t worry,” said Undertaker. “I’d looooove to read them the stooory.”

For: petty-bocchan Author: redrosecrown Pairings/Character: Sebastian, Our Ciel(Young Master), Lizzy. (Soma and Agni were briefly mentioned) Warnings: N/A Prompt: // 3.- Sebastian taking care of a stubborn, sick Ciel who refuses to stay in bed (bonus points if you add angst) Author’s Notes: Lord Black is fictional. He’s a character I made up.

-“Young master, it seems that you have fever,” I said. “We should cancel all of our plans for today.”

-“I’m fine.”

-It was the first morning of February, and the ground was frozen from the snow, which covered everything that was ugly and beautiful, dead or alive, including my master’s sense of reason. His stubborn face refused to look at my beautiful, demonic eyes, as he was slurping down his favorite tea. The lemon cake, however, was left untouched, obviously now meant for the mouths of our servants.

-“You’re burning,” I said. Now, the master was starting to look pale, and he was shivering when he got out of his bed.

-“This is nothing.”

-“You’re feeling cold, even though, I kept the fire burning all night,” said Sebastian, buttoning Earl’s shirt.

-“I said I was fine,” he continued in that stubborn and deceitful manner.

-I started unbuttoning the white shirt.

-“What are you doing, Sebastian?”

-“Your health is my first priority,” I said, “and, nothing can override that. Even an order by you, I’m afraid.”

-“That’s the last thing I need, another day of being bed-ridden” said Young Master under his breath, oblivious to the fact that I could hear him even from the hallway. I went down to cook a Pot-au-feu and some pudding, and I didn’t forget to call the doctor. Master used to be asthmatic. I must be careful, for the illness might return.

-“His fever is really high,” said the doctor, shaking his head. “He must stay in bed at least three days, I’m afraid.”

-“At least three days?” exclaimed Young Master. His pale face was now flushed in rage. “I don’t have that time!”

-“Master, please, stay in bed,” I said, after the doctor left. “You heard the doctor.”

-“No, I don’t want to stay in bed,” said he, trying to unbutton his pajamas, but he almost fell down.

-“Can’t you see that you are not well, my Lord?” I said, holding him.

-“Okay, I’ll stay in bed only for a few hours,” said he looking angry. “Sebastian, I command you to wake me up after three hours. It’s an order.”

-“Yes, my Lord,” I said, bowing elegantly.

-The servants were clumsy and unproductive and infuriating as well, but I didn’t forget to wake up my cruel ambitious Young Master. His fever was still quite high.

-“Now, let’s go to …,” he started talking, but still couldn’t stand up without feeling dizzy.

-“No, young master,” I said pushing him back in his bed. “You have a high fever, and you ought to stay in bed as the doctor instructed you.”

-“You, bastard, let me up,” he grunted, looking furious. His pale face became red. I have to manipulate him to stay in bed. Ah, humans. They are always so difficult.

-“Listen, master,” I said slowly unbuttoning his pajamas. As if I was going to let him go. “Marchioness Francis said, last week, that Lady Elizabeth will be there. You don’t want to look horrible in front of her. You face is pale, and you look terribly weak while trembling.”

-“Okay, I get it,” said he going back to bed. In fact, it’s true that Marchioness Francis said that, but I also heard from Lady Elizabeth herself, yesterday, that she won’t go there. I have to not say lies, but that doesn’t mean that I have to say everything. This lasted until 3 p.m. when Lady Elizabeth came running.

-“Oh, Ciel,” she said hugging him mercilessly. “I missed you so much…Are you sick?!”

-“Elizabeth, the real question is why you are here?” he said. “Aren’t you …”

-“Ciel, you are sick!” she shouted, and I tried to take advantage of the situation.

-“Young master insists to go to that all-day-long-party in the Lord Black’s mansion, but the doctor said that he has to stay at least three days in bed due to his high fever.”

-And, now, he had to stay in bed, because of Lady Elizabeth, but I knew well that Young Master will insist on working again, tomorrow, but I had another secret card under my sleeves but Lady Elizabeth. One of the medicines for fevers made him sleep, but still…

-“Sebastian, I don’t like bed,” he spoke feverishly. Lady Elizabeth was taking a bath. He was even worse while semi-conscious.

-“Young Master, please, I think you should stay in your bed. Your fever has just started to calm down.”

-“No, I’m very angry at you,” he spoke childishly. “I want to work, and find the killer. Her majesty insists…he majeso..” and then he fell asleep. But, he kept waking up. One time the danger was so near.

-“Dad, I want to play with Ciel,” he said angrily looking at me.

-“Oh, master, don’t talk so loudly,” I said tucking him in gently. “Lady Elizabeth will hear you.”

For: greenfiredragonfly

Artist: Petty Bocchan

Prompt: Lizzie and Soma, something cute and shippy

Author’s Notes: Not the best but it’s done with love and dedication! I really hope you like my gift n.n lots of love and hoping to find you again at another faustian exchange: