A Dadbastian Halloween Quickie!
The little 5 year old boy has never seen his father at this level of anger before.
Surely he can give people stares if someone mocks him or his child, but he normally never pays it enough attention to go straight to a mocker’s house.
But to be fair, the bully - who is a few years older than him - did rudely snatch his Halloween goodies and then whacked him as he desperately tried to get them back. A good dad would try to reason things out physically, and that’s exactly what’s happening now.
The woman at the door, the bully’s mother no doubt, attempts to make eye-contact with the stern, red eyes glaring back at her. She naturally stays calm under the pressure as she equally agrees that her child is in the wrong here.
“I’m terribly sorry about this, sir. I honestly had no idea what my son was thinking.” She apologises.
“No need for that, just have him hand back Ciel’s sweets and we’ll forget about it.”
The boy looks up and instantly can tell that he won’t be forgetting this himself from his expression alone.
“You heard him, Maurice. Give the little boy his sweets back and that’s final.”
Before he could bring up the light bruise on his leg where Ciel kicked him, those harsh eyes gazing at him halts his sentence. And so he does what he’s told as a responsible kid his age should.
The woman relaxes her posture once the deed is done. “Again, I’m very sorry. I’ll be sure to keep an eye on his behaviour from now on.”
“Indeed you will. Now could you care to hand over his own sweets as well?”
“Hmm, if that is your response, then perhaps we’ll add on all the sweets you hold in your house. And if you think about talking out of it, you might get on my bad side.”
Both her and her son quiver at the sight of those eyes.
“Now we can’t have that, can’t we?”
Ciel meanwhile is also getting a little worried with his tone, but knowing him and what he could do, he keeps his mouth shut.
In fear of the red-tinted eyes glowing much brighter, she quickly rushes towards the kitchen to throw in all the chocolate that they have, followed by Maurice himself grabbing the bowl of sweets meant for trick-or-treaters and empty it all into the bag.
It seems pretty crazy but the man’s glowing irises has gone away; all is left is a generous smile upon his lips.
“Well now, thank you kindly for the apology and your cooperation. Be sure to have a fun Halloween.”
And with that, they both left hand-in-hand.
It isn’t until the Cole family are out of sight - with noticeable terror on their faces - that Ciel decides to now speak again.
“Papa.” He begins. “Why did you ged me all of these sweedies? You said too much of id is bad.”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll manage to split it up evenly for each day afterwards.” He smiles down at his boy. “Now tell me again where he hurt you.”
“Id doesn’d hurt anymowe.”
“Nonsense. A brute like that wouldn’t go easy on someone your age. Now be honest with papa, okay?”
If it’s honesty he wants, it’s what he’ll get after asking a 5 year old.
One straight look at those big blue eyes of his, Sebastian gets it. Maybe he did got a little carried away with the situation back there, as he normally does, but still cannot blame himself for it. Instead, he simply pats his bluebird on the head with the same soothing smile he always gives.
“You’re right. But if I’m not willing to stand up to anyone who would ever lay a finger on you, then what kind of father would I be?”
(You can tell that it’s been a while since I last wrote them 😅)
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