Worst in Me//SebaCiel AU

Ch. 5

I had been sitting on the bed when Aunt Ann walked into my room followed by the new butler. I paused Control by Halsey and hung my headphones around my neck as I looked at the woman who had adopted us. She was still wearing a pinstriped pantsuit and her lab coat and her hair was pulled back with her glasses balanced on her head. She took a seat on the edge of my bed.

"Ciel, why would you think I wouldn't allow you to wear what you want to my party?" The red headed woman asked tucking a piece of her bangs behind her ear.

I blinked at her, "I assumed you didn't want your colleagues to know that one of your sons likes to parade around in dresses".

She frowned, "Like I'd let a bunch of stuck up assholes tell one of my kids what they should wear," she scoffed, "Its okay, Ciel, wear what you want to wear".

She leaned forward and pulled me into a hug. I slowly wrapped my arms around her closing my eyes. We stayed like that for a long moment before she pulled away and squeezed my shoulders. She turned to the butler and her scarlet lips pulled into a small smile.

"I had Sebastian pick this up for you," she said as the ebony haired man passed her a dress bag, "I thought maybe you could wear it tomorrow".

She kissed his forehead before she left shutting the door behind her with a soft click. The butler stood still as Ciel placed the dress bag in his closet. When the boy situated himself on the bed once more, he chose to spoke.

"Your brownies were quite good, young master," the servant commented straightening his tie in the teenager's peripheral vision.

"Whatever," he ground out pulling his beats back over his ears, "Don't Fucking Call Me That".

"Language, young master," he could almost hear the smirk in the man's voice. He switched his music up to high and leaned back against his pillows closing his eyes.