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[somakemelaugh]

who: Undertaker, Ciel Phantomhive, Vincent Phantomhive
what: Early morning Christmas-y doings
when: Dec 24
where: The Phantomhive house
warnings: Cute


A morning person, he usually woke with the sun, but today, things were different. Today, perhaps not in this world but in their own somewhere out in the ether, was Christmas Eve, and it was the first time in longer than he cared to recollect that he had a reason to properly celebrate it.

It wasn't by intention, but maybe anticipation of that fact that had him sneaking out of bed earlier than usual, carefully and quietly. After tucking Ciel back in, he slipped from the room and into the kitchen. He took the apron from a cabinet knob and settled it over his head, then started the kettle on the stove and took out a few ingredients from here and there to set out on the counter.

He had cookies to make. Many of them.

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[earlofphantoms]

The smell woke him from an unnaturally good slumber. Maybe he would make a habit out of actually sleeping. He didn't really need dreams - especially since they so often turned into nightmares. Rubbing the back of his neck, Vincent went about getting ready, taking a shower and dressing in a clean shirt and pants. As he was slipping on his shoes, he smiled quietly.

Someone was baking cookies. Surely they were up for sharing one...or two? He slipped downstairs and peeked into the kitchen like a naughty child.

[somakemelaugh]

He was, indeed, baking cookies. The first batch of at least two gingerbread cookies pans had been set into the oven and were waiting now for their time to pass as Undertaker nursed his second cup of tea that morning when Vincent finally appeared to investigate. He smiled, hearing the stairs shift ever so lightly under the Earl's weight, and pretended to ignore it as he opened the oven door to smell inside. It was how he would usually check to see how things were going, lacking the eyesight to help himself otherwise.

"Mmm, you lovelies smell absolutely divine! Just wait until we get your icing on and dress you up proper."

[earlofphantoms]

Gingerbread. Who in their right mind could say no to gingerbread? Vincent hadn't had breakfast, so his stomach was rumbling hopefully. That settled it. He had to claim at least one of those cookies for his own.

Slipping through the doorway, he tried to sneak up to Undertaker. Much like he would have done to Ciel, he drew the man into an impromptu embrace.

"They need suits and dresses!"

[somakemelaugh]

"Obliviously" Undertaker went about his doings in the kitchen, conveniently turning his back toward Vincent so he could move to get his hands into the second batch of cookies and start rolling the dough flat with his pin, and was successfully caught up in the Earl's embrace. It earned a soft sound from him, but the reaper relaxed and let his shoulders slump back into the man behind him, turning his head slightly.

"Oh, they'll have them. I haven't yet finished backing them yet, my lord. Won't do any good to bake the icing onto them."

[earlofphantoms]

He played along and that delighted Vincent. Affection and mischief had always gone hand in hand with him. It really did feel nice to hug his true father. Whether Undertaker acknowledged it or not - Vincent respected his decision - that wasn't going to stop him from being affectionate. The good Lord knew he hadn't had such a relationship with his other father.

"They smell delicious even if they are only half-done." he rested his chin on Undertaker's shoulder, cheek nestled against his hair, "What color icing do you have?"

[somakemelaugh]

Whether or not he accepted his role in the Earl's life beyond what it had always been, there had been a weight lifted off him for the truth told, and he couldn't deny that he felt better around the man - somehow cleaner, lighter - as a result. When Vincent's cheek rested in against his hair, he couldn't help tilting his head in against the man's, adoring him and loving on him with a nuzzle. Touch had always been big with him, and he would use his near blindness as an excuse every time.

"Why, thank you. I have any color icing we need, but red and green and white more than the others. I'll just need to mix what else you want." He turned his head to try and kiss Vincent's forehead. "Something you had in mind?"

[earlofphantoms]

His hair was still a little damp from his shower, but that didn't stop him from closing his eyes and leaning into the nuzzle. At times like this, he regretted not knowing the truth for so many years. He could have gone to see Undertaker for a whole new variety of reasons beyond being the Queen's Watchdog. But that didn't matter. They had time now and he felt, well, loved when he was in the man's presence. How could he ask for more?

"I thought we should dress them for a ball." he grinned, chuckling under the kiss, "We could make pairs of them, matching their outfits and so forth."

[somakemelaugh]

Dampness ignored, he took another affectionate nuzzle against the Earl's face after the kiss was accepted, one hand coming up to settle over Vincent's around his waist for a few minutes. As much as he tried to resist it, he felt the void left behind now that Vincent knew about their relation. It wouldn't ever be a bond he thought he could accept, as sad an excuse for a father as he had been even under the circumstances, but it was one he felt in its absence once he himself had learned the truth.

And he missed Vincent. He missed the man dearly, even having him standing just at his back now. "Would you like to? I wouldn't mind the help with the decorating. This is all just the easy part, but the detail is tricky part."

[earlofphantoms]

There was no room for a void now that Vincent knew. He wasn't the sort to hold grudges (of this nature, at least) and he understood why Undertaker had kept quiet. The truth would have ruined his mother's reputation - though, honestly, he didn't hold it against her at all. The father Vincent had grown up with had been rather cold and strict, which explained why, instead of adhering to said father, he had done the opposite and become more mischievous. When he was sent off to school, that trait had blossomed especially and he had relied upon his cunning to survive the death of his mother - and to make life-long friends (much to Diedrich's dismay).

Right now, however, he felt like himself. He didn't have to hide behind any masks and this was the side Rachel knew - as well as his sons. Vincent had a great heart for those he loved and he never withheld physical affection if he could help it. His eyes were warm with contentment and he turned his head to kiss Undertaker's cheek.

"Deciding the details seems like a group effort to me." he moved to the counter, inspecting the various icings, "We held a party each year for those in need. I do miss seeing all of the children."

[somakemelaugh]

That kiss returned melted a little more of the tensions he held in his back and shoulders without realizing it and he felt his neck loosen with the contact. It stayed lax even as Vincent moved away to look at the materials they had to work with so early in the morning with his cookie army that he was building.

"They do say three's a crowd. I would hate to wake your son, but we can let him come around on his own time. It's an adult's right to stay in bed late and resist sleep on such a morning as this, and he has tried to be all this time though he is but a boy."

[earlofphantoms]

"He is probably already awake." Vincent smiled softly, "We can make room for him. Three is not a crowd when they are..." he tilted his head, searching for a word that would not cause complaint, "...akin?" he turned to face Undertaker, eyes sparkling, "If he comes down the stairs like he used to, his hair will be a mess and he will look adorably sleepy."

No, Ciel wasn't grown. Not yet. He was still his child and he loved him dearly.

[somakemelaugh]

He waited, letting Vincent inspect the tools they had to work with to bring the cookie goodies to life. So to speak. If he had any objections about the word, he said and did nothing to correct it. "Maybe he is. That would be quite the sight."

Quite the sight indeed. To this day, he still had not seen that on the boy's face - come close to it! - and he felt lesser for having missed it and hoped he wouldn't again.

[earlofphantoms]

Some of the icing would be sampled - who in their right mind could resist? Vincent grinned conspiratorially, walking over to open the oven again.

"If the scent overwhelms his better sense, we stand a better chance of seeing him in that state." his sons should be accustomed to their father plotting against them. With love, of course.

[somakemelaugh]

Sampling was permitted. He knew it made his own tongue happy, but if he wasn't the only one who was enjoying the cookies when someone else found it wasn't to their liking, more for him, but it would ruin the point of his efforts. He moved back to the table with his cup and settled into the chair already pulled out for him.

"You know your sons best. Do you think that scent might do the trick?" He doesn't mind a bit of plotting. In fact, he'll help out if he has to.

[earlofphantoms]

Sampling was something he wasn't allowed to do normally. It was...unbecoming...of a noble. But Vincent was enjoying bending tradition a little. He licked some icing off of his finger and moved to sit across from Undertaker.

"Trial and error." he lifted a shoulder in a shrug and rested his cheek on his hand, "We must see what lures pups from their rest."

[somakemelaugh]

He hums and sips from his tea again, then sets it aside on the table and folds his arms over the surface and rests his head on it, tilted to be able to see Vincent still. "I made sure the door was left open a crack so it would get to him one way or another. He'll have to wake up, and he'll have to leave the room eventually. How or why he does, I'll be waiting in anticipation."

[earlofphantoms]

"You won't be alone." he turned his head, his smile fading to a small wince as he rubbed his temple, "Our trap has been set thanks to your hard-work!"

Yes. Our trap. He was going to take credit for this too because he was Vincent Phantomhive and that was what he did.

[somakemelaugh]

That wince caught his attention and he turned focus to it, silent for but a moment. "It was already partially successful." Let Vincent take credit for half of it. He would ensnare them both eventually.

The smile never left his face, but he hadn't forgotten about that wince either, or the rubbing at the man's head. "Something the matter?"

[sweetlies]

When Undertaker got up, Ciel did wake, but once he was tucked back in, he let himself drift right back off with only a small grumble and almost violently shoving his face into his pillow. More sleep was very much appreciated.

Before long though, just a couple hours, he did properly register the absence and wake up again. Rubbing at his eyes, he actually noted that Undertaker wasn't there, and climbed out of bed. He did take a moment to debate on how cold it was and decided to wrap himself in the blanket his father had gotten him and stumbling out into the living room and then the kitchen.

And he spotted those cookies, still warm and smelling so good.

[somakemelaugh]

Such a silly boy, even at his age. Undertaker won't begrudge him that, but he'll spend his time in the kitchen, meticulously watching after his cookie baking and letting the boy's father decorate the ones that come out while he takes to preparing the next tray to go into the oven. It isn't long before they have a blanket wandering into their midst, however, and he grins when he looks up to see it.

"Ah, there he is! Good morning, milord."

[sweetlies]

He was still sleepy enough that it took a moment to understand everything, and he rubbed at his eyes again before mumbling a 'good morning' in return. He thought about tea but with Undertaker at the oven, he settled into a seat for a moment instead.

That and there's one other thing that took priority over his need for tea and help waking up:

"Can I have a cookie?"

[somakemelaugh]

All in all, he isn't surprised to hear the request. There are, after all, only a few things that draw the Earl out of his rest in this world besides obligations to his company. He chuckles softly, taking one of the decorated cookies and setting it on a small plate for Ciel.

"I think today we can let you slip by with a treat before breakfast."

[sweetlies]

Well, obligations to his company and his family here. He did like spending time with them, especially now that he could move about more easily and didn't need anything for the paid too often. So he wasn't sleeping on or around them nearly as often.

There was a little smile as one of the cookies was put on a plate and given to him. He actually hadn't expected it to be so easy but he was glad for it. They smelled and looked good. And with Undertaker baking them, he knew they'd be good.

"Is it a special occasion? Or just for the holiday?" Ciel asked and then bites into the cookie, smiling around it.

[somakemelaugh]

He shakes his head, setting the plate aside. And if Ciel wants to snag a second cookie from it, he won't say anything. They're there to be eaten, after all, and he plans on helping to make them disappear within the next day or two.

"Just for the holiday, milord. These are a special sort, alright. Gingerbread!" As he explains, he heads back to the oven to check on a new batch, nearly baked to cookie goodness. "It's hard to find this seasonal any other time of the year, so I want my fill of it and then some before they're gone again until next year."

[sweetlies]

He just might but for the moment, he just focuses on finishing his first bite and then nibbling on the rest of it as he finished waking up.

"Who says we can't have gingerbread the rest of the year? There must be some way to get the ingredients any other time." He liked the cookies, they were good. And Undertaker continued to prove his skill with any kind of baked goods.