I do not own Black Butler, wish i did, and credit for this idea goes to IJuna :)
Teenagers
"Is he still in his room?"
Grell looked up from his magazine as the love of his life and husband of nearly a century walked into the kitchen.
"He's been in there all morning," Grell sighed. "His breakfast is getting cold."
Undertaker shook his head as he poured himself a cup of tea before leaning down to peck Grell on the cheek. "I'll go talk to him dear."
Grell smiled and nodded. "I'm going to get ready for work. Busy day down at dispatch."
The red head picked up his coffee cup and headed upstairs to their room. Undertaker finished his tea and followed suit before taking a right coming face to face with their son's bedroom door.
"Will, it's time to get up. You'll be late for your first day at the acedmy, " Undertaker said knocking on the door.
"Go away."
"Will. You'll be late. Tardiness is not accepted in this house."
"Any luck?"Grell asked leaning in the doorway of their bedroom.
"He gets his stubbornness from you," Undertaker chuckled.
Grell rolled his eyes before going back into the bedroom to finish getting ready.
Undertaker once again faced the door and knocked. "William. I know you heard me. Get up."
Something hit the door with a loud thunk.
"Go away," William answered in a muffled voice. "I'm not going."
Undertaker rolled his eyes. "Spare me the dramatics. You are going, now get up and get dressed and go eat your breakfast."
"No."
"No?"
"No. I am not going to that stupid academy and you can't make me."
Undertaker chuckled. "You are my child. Yes I can."
"No you can't," William replied in a smug tone.
"And why can't I?" Undertaker asked crossing his arms over his chest.
"Because. I locked my door."
Undertaker tried the doorknob and found it in deed locked.
Grell hummed under his breath as he applied his makeup and walked over to the closet. As he looked for something to wear a loud bang caught his attention.
"Taker dear? Everything alright?" he asked poking his head out of the room. "Did…did you just kick down Will's door?"
Undertaker pushed back his hair and readjusted his glasses and stared at a gaping William. "Get. Dressed."
William nodded and jumped out his bed still clad only in his boxers and a t-shirt and went into his adjoining bathroom.
Undertaker turned to Grell. "He'll be right down."
"You just kicked our son's door down," Grell pointed out.
"I'll fix it later. Now as much as I love you just prancing around in your dressing gown, you'll be late for work if you don't finish getting dressed," Undertaker told him.
"Shit!" Grell cursed as he looked at the clock. He went back into the room and quickly got dressed.
Undertaker watched in amusement as the red head went from one part of the room to the next throwing things on and lacing things up.
"Well?" Grell asked.
"Beautiful as always," Undertaker answered leaning down to kiss him.
"Gross. No kid wants to see their parents kiss," William pointed out.
Grell pulled away and pecked Undertaker on the nose. "Come on dear, don't want be late for your first day," he told William.
"Behave," Undertaker called after them. "That goes for both of you."
"No promises on my account," Grell called back as he ushered William outside.
