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[somakemelaugh]

who: Undertaker, Ciel Phantomhive, Vincent Phantomhive
what: Letting the cat out of the bag
when: Night of Nov 15th
where: Their home
warnings: Feels... lots of them


They had argued over it, as the three of them argued, and two against one, Undertaker hadn't been able to insist upon keeping the couch to himself to let the two nobles sleep in beds. Instead, they had worked out an arrangement of sorts, shuffling about as they felt necessary, and he had been willing to compromise.

Tonight, he took the smaller room upstairs while father and son took the master bedroom and nestled down for the night. With him, he had taken a book and a cup of his favorite tea to try and wind down for sleep, but it had been an evening when his mind hadn't wanted to quiet until he forced it to do so. Book aside, tea finished, Undertaker turned off the lamp on the nightstand, put the blanket over his head and tried to sleep.

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With Vincent on his side, he'd had a much better chance of ensuring Undertaker didn't end up on the couch at night. And that was what he wanted most. On his own, he knew Undertaker would probably scoop him up after he'd fallen asleep and tucked him into bed.

He'd fallen asleep easily, eyepatch still carefully tied in place to avoid any accidental reveals and head tilted towards Vincent. It was as close to a cuddle as he could get himself to do so far but it was progress at least. If Vincent had arrived a few months earlier, Ciel would have barely tolerated touch.

As it was, it was hard sharing a bed with someone he hadn't felt close to in so long. It wasn't Vincent's fault, Ciel had just not let many people close at all. Undertaker had slipped through the cracks in Ciel's emotional wall over the past few months. His father would as well, it would just take some time. Time that he'd have to sometimes deal with his youngest sons nightmares.

Ciel curled up in his sleep, tossing and turning occasionally, the movements loosening the ties on his eyepatch until it came loose and fell off on his next turn. Little whimpers escaped him from time to time, and his breathing would sharpen until he eventually bolted upright with a scream.

"Undertaker!" It was dark and the nightmare hadn't quite let go of him yet but he knew he wasn't alone, eyes wide and contract clear to see. Even dulled as it was without his butler there, there remained a faint glow to show the supernatural origin of it.