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Author's Note: As I said before—yesterday on tumblr, I reblogged one of those "send me a prompt and I'll probably write a ficlet for it" posts. I was flabbergast by how many requests I had for more Bi/Asmus and Toth! In fact, I still have a number of adorable prompts waiting in my tumblr inbox… I do hope to get to them later. But for now, please enjoy these brief little "Bicentennial" snippets, as requested by readers. :3

Warnings: SebaCiel, OCs, part of the "Bicentennial" series, all post-"666." All of these ficlets were written and edited in about 10 minutes each, so if they suck, that'll be why. 8D (I'd like to write some of these properly, at some point...)

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Prompt: Ciel gets territorial over his babies in birdie form.

Requested By: Anonymous

(Wow, this one is kinda lame, sorry. :C AND IT WAS SUCH A CUTE IDEA, TOO. orz I'll have to try and do it justice later. 8D;)

At first, the park authorities tried to do something about it.

They assumed the problem was caused by a small family of barn swallows— notoriously violent little buggers— who'd made a home in the pavilion, and felt threatened by the families who spent time at the playground. It wasn't an unreasonable guess, all things considered. But upon closer inspection from all parties involved (the curious kids, their concerned mothers, the groundskeepers who were worried about getting sued), it was discovered that the bird that kept nosediving others away from the swing-set was not a barn swallow at all.

It was a crow.

One of three crows, rather. An adult, and two fuzzy babies, the latter of which were more prone to hopping than flying. Upon their discovery, many of the younger kids at the park had squealed and attempted to touch them— only to have their fingers nearly pecked off by the fuming mother-crow.

"Well, mamas are mamas," an ornithological specialist (that guy who looked like Santa with a pair of binoculars who watched the birds from 2 to 4 every Saturday) had commented with an air of good humor. "And crows are very smart. Maybe it'd just be best to leave them alone… Until her hatchlings grow up, anyway."

"Ca-caw," the crow had added, as if in agreement.

At first, some of the more frequent visitors to the playground had protested, complaining that this wasn't fair— that this was dangerous— that really, they should just call animal control and be done with it… But the kids (who noticed these things) said they didn't mind, particularly, because the crows only made a ruckus on Mondays through Fridays from 4 until 5:30, after which they all "suddenly vanished" (…as if to be replaced by two dark-haired toddlers and some boy who might be their brother, the lot of whom always seemed to show up exactly where the birds had been. But the adults never listened to that nonsense).

In any case, the kids added, they didn't mind sharing with the crows. Sharing was caring, and it was fun to see the two fuzzy fledglings sit atop the swings and flap their bitty wings, their mama plucking at the chains with scaly feet— making the seat wobble in the wake of pseudo-pushes. It was fun, like something seen on the Discovery Channel. Sometimes, they would gather around and cheer the babies on. And sometimes, the mama crow would even allow someone to get close enough to make the swings rattle and shake… and the fledglings would squeak and flap harder, and leap off their swing with help of that momentum.

Usually, they would then land in the sand with a plop, and the children would applaud their attempt, and the process would continue.

But one day, when the little ones went soaring— they actually took flight.

And then all three flew away.

Prompt: Ciel and Sebastian take Asmus and Toth on a family outing to the amusement park \8'D/

Requested By: Anonymous

"This certainly brings back memories…"

That was putting it rather mildly. Sebastian chuckled in agreement as he glanced down at his musing husband: smile soft with affection and nostalgia as he watched Ciel glance slowly around the familiar vestibule. The fountain was just as tacky as it'd always been, and the ticket stands as garishly painted; in the distance, there were roller coasters and psychedelic game booths, all of which were glistening in the first frosts of early autumn.

"It almost feels like… this is where it all began," the once-butler murmured, readjusting his hold on the small bundle in his arms. Wrapped in many fuzzy layers of magenta, the 6-month-old graced her father with a pink-gum yawn and nestled closer into his warmth. In Ciel's careful embrace, a blue-clad Toth was doing much the same— squirming and half-asleep. Dressed as they were, the twins were more winter clothing than they were children. (That would certainly make diaper changing a hassle…)

"I'm sorry we couldn't come when it was still warm," Sebastian sighed, even as he glanced sheepishly towards the nearby fountain. Noticing this, Ciel was quick to usher his whole family towards the landmark, as well as to wordlessly help his once-butler ease onto the ledge. In some twisted way, it was almost kind of funny— to see Sebastian in his jeans again, and his leather jacket, and his fingerless gloves, looking for all the world like an attractive young adult… but moving like a grandmother who'd just had her hip replaced.

The once-earl smiled weakly, pressing a kiss to his lover's temple as he sat down beside him.

"Well, you didn't want to come in your wheelchair," the fledgling reminded with a chuckle, readjusting the diaper bag he'd looped around his shoulder. Somewhere, in the very, very back of his mind, Ciel wondered what they looked like to the other park guests— what lies the mortals would tell themselves to explain these two kids with kids of their own. (Silly, ignorant humans. Ah well.) "You were very insistent, as I recall. Something about not wanting to miss out on the Ferris wheel."

Another half-grin, beautiful in its embarrassment. "I am a man of priorities, baby bird."

"Obviously. But it's just as well," Ciel tacked on in teasing afterthought, his grin widening by teeth as he glanced back towards the baby he was bouncing. "That we had to wait until autumn, I mean. After all… we finally found a good use for them, didn't we?"

Laughing, the not-boy tugged a bit on little Toth's hat— loose, furry, and sporting googly eyes. Asmus was wearing one herself, though red and fuzzy. Cookie Monster and Elmo, finally at home on heads again.

How fast time flies…

As his husband giggled, and his children wriggled, Sebastian's chapped lips curled into a breathtaking smile— scarlet gaze as warm and soft as the silly caps his offspring wore. "…I love you, Ciel," the devil heard himself whispering— not quite sure where the confession came from, all of a sudden, but knowing it had never been more true than it was at that moment. "I love all three of you. So much…"

Ciel flushed, his answer reflected in his own bright eyes.

"…but you're still not going to let me get a corn dog, are you?"

"Not on your life."

Prompt: Explain the trip to the Corn Palace with the Spears! XD

Requested By: Anonymous

"You might not want to touch that," Sebastian informed Will cheerfully, stopping his reaper-friend mid-reach. The bespectacled immortal lifted his brow as the devil smirked, turned the key in his ignition, and tossed the "souvenir" corn cob from the front seat to the back. "It got a bit dirty."

"…"

For a long while, Will said nothing in response to this: merely slipped into the demon's car, buckled his seat-belt, and allowed about 20 miles of "South Dakota scenery" (in this case, read as "more corn") to pass by the windows.

Then—

"…you and the brat ripped that off of the Corn Palace's wall and used it as a dildo, didn't you?" the reaper intoned flatly, his expression as dull and disgusted as Sebastian's was cheerful and animated.

"Oh, that's not all we did," Sebastian sang in response, his expression absolutely wicked in its amusement. "After we got our hands on the cob, we also—"

And then William blacked out. For the entire length of the next 22 and a half minute story, conveniently. Or so he chose to tell anyone who bothered to ask.

Prompt: Ciel spending quality time with one or both of his babies~ (And if you can sneak a Disney movie in there, that would be awesome as well, but you don't have to. XD)

Requested By: mukkufan

(If it helps, I imagine they sing the "working song" from Enchanted as they do… what they do. XD; DOES THAT MAKE IT DISNEY ENOUGH?)

It was Daddy/Daughter Day at the Phantomhive house… Which by default meant it was also Mother/Son Day, because that's just how the family demographic broke down. So when Sebastian and Asmus ducked through the door with a wave and a promise to bring back waffles from Wendell's, Ciel and Toth were left to stare at one another over bowls of cereal, each still dressed in their footie pajamas.

"…so, what would you like to do?" the once-earl asked the younger of his two children, not surprised when he was answered by a vague shrug. Toth had never been particularly vocal, and being separated from his sister only exacerbated that. Ciel knew not to take it personally. (Really, it would have been stupid to take it personally, since Toth's sobriety hadn't been inherited from Sebastian.) "Well, then…" the not-boy continued after a long moment, a deviant little smirk crawling onto his face. "The usual?"

"…" A pause. Toth glanced up at this rather cryptic offer, blinking once, slowly… Then he grinned, nodding and snickering.

"Okay." Ciel clapped his hands together; as one, the pj-clad pair scrambled from their seats, knowing they had to work quickly, swiftly. Efficiently. But then, that was what bonding was all about. "You grab your father's Clooney movies, and I'll get my spare Disney DVDs. We'll see how many we can switch out this time before they get back."

Prompt: Maybe some cuteness between the children? Please, if you maybe could?

Requested By: keela1221

"~~~!" Wholly alarmed, Toth floundered and flailed: lithe little body twisting left and right, back and forth, as his eyes frantically searched for band-aids, or moist towels, or soap. Unsurprisingly, he could find none of those things on the side of the street; within a few moments, he was reduced to hand-wringing and frantic gulping.

Asmus…

His twin, meanwhile, was squirming as well— but due to pain, rather than panic. Biting hard on her bottom lip, Asmus rocked herself back and forth, clutching her knee and wordlessly sobbing. Pearly tears leaked from her clamped eyes; blood oozed from a jagged scrape. Both fluids landed in tiny patches and puddles beside them on the pavement, glinting in the sun like the metal of the dinged and discarded scooter. Toth privately wished to kick the stupid toy that had dared to hurt his twin, but knew such displays wouldn't do them any good, now.

Crouching and uncertain, the four-year-old swallowed thickly, his dark eyes soft with empathy. Asmus' injury sent phantom aches down his own limbs… But that was nothing in comparison to the agony his heart was in while watching her cry. There was nothing Toth hated as much as seeing his big, strong, brave older sister hurting…

He had to do something. But what? What would Mama do? Or Daddy? What would Asmus do when he used to hurt himself?

…oh yes.

"—-!" Flinching faintly, the young girl gasped in mild surprise as her brother dipped gracelessly forward, brushing his lips gingerly to her bruising knee. The kiss was a light one, and careful to avoid any raw or tender skin. It did not sting. Instead, it felt warm. Comforting. As he pulled away, Toth offered Asmus a beautiful beam, reaching out to pat her head affectionately.

It'll be okay.

"…" With one last snuffle, his sister smiled. "Thanks, Toth."

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