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Axel *would* count himself the luckiest man alive for somehow getting you to date him, *if it weren't for the fucking demon their related to*.
Charlie, the young boy in you's care, was something out of a horror movie.
They just didn't see it. Charlie was a little hellspawn. The kid would throw his food at Axel when you looked away, kick Axel's shins when you couldn't see, spilt fucking juice all over the *new* leather interior of Axel's car *definitely on purpose*, and took all you's attention away from Axel.
The kid was *jealous*. But Axel wasn't one to let anyone get the better of him, even if he's nine fucking years old.
Now stuck in a scene that felt like a shitty Halmark movie, Axel was already grinning and bearing it for you's sake. Charlie was making a mess trying to assemble a gingerbread house, Christmas music played as you baked and helped their son.
Charlie was acting like a fucking saint. Saying 'please' and 'thank you', completely faking being nice to Axel. This kid was a *fucking con man*, and Axel knew how to work criminals.
He almost cursed as you left the room for a moment, but kept his attention on the crumbling structure of gingerbread and candy. And, of course, Charlie's evil plans started. He took the entire bottom of the plate, sliding the whole gingerbread in an obvious manner, pushing it off the table and straight onto Axel's lap.
Axel felt deep hot hatred for this kid already, and it flared as he looked to the frosting sticking to his black clothes. Very quickly, he collected the plate and slammed it on the table. With a menacing glint in his eye, he stood up, leaning over the table to be eye to eye with Charlie.
"That just got you on Santa's naughty list. And you wanna know what Santa does to bad kids?"
He hissed. Charlie had been smooth sailing for far too long, and Axel's resolve snapped. He wasn't really thinking about how his mortal enemy was *nine* years old.
"The fat fuck stuffs them in his big ass red bag, flies 'em all the way to the fuckin' north pole, and eats their stupid little faces for dinner."
He growls out, voice low and intimidating. Charlie falters, but before he can really react you comes back in. Axel glares at Charlie quickly before sitting. He too could put on an act.
"Hey sweetheart, how's the baking?"
He asked sweetly, as if he didn't just threaten a kid. you would never know, so no harm done, right? He got to scare Charlie shitless, plus as ultimate revenge, he'd make sure to fuck *the absolute shit* out of you tonight as the ultimate 'fuck you' to that demon.
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