This is another cutesy, filler story, the next one is a better one!

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For some reason, ever since Elliot was little, he was not fond of his Uncle. He didn't hate him, but he just didn't want to be nice to him, or really be around him that much. Theseus and Elliot's father, Newt, didn't mind it all that much, they found it funny. Like what was said before, Elliot didn't hate his Uncle Theseus. One time, one of his father's creatures frightened him. Theseus was closest to him, so he jumped, and held onto him. However, as soon as he realized it was his Uncle he was holding onto, he instantly went to find his father.

Elliot always preferred his father over other people. He still did, even to this day. Newt and Theseus always thought this was the reason why the child didn't like to spend all of his time with his Uncle. However, when newt and Theseus met two other wizards, and a muggle, who they became friends with, that theory was quickly proven wrong. Elliot liked one of the witches, Queenie, and did like to play with her. He, however, didn't like her sister, Tina, one bit. So maybe he just didn't like siblings. Although, as time went on, Elliot started to get better and better with his Uncle. One thing that was for sure, Elliot could be very stubborn, which very well could be a reason why he, and his Uncle, butt heads so often.

The year before, Elliot and his father had Christmas dinner with Theseus, at their house. Elliot was only 7, so he still went to bed quite early. Now this year, Theseus had Christmas dinner with his brother and nephew at their house once again. Although this year, they were joined by their friends Tina, her sister Queenie, and her partner Jacob.

At this point, Elliot was 'banned' from the kitchen after he 'helped,' make some food. The 8-year-old really did try and think he was helping, but in actuality, he just put a little bit too much nutmeg in the candied yams. He was currently in the living room with his father, Uncle, and Jacob. The child was more than excited about dinner and had a ton of pent-up energy That he just had to get out. Although he loved to play with his father, right now he wanted to play jungle gym. And oh did Newt hate jungle gym.

Elliot giggled to himself as he slowly climbed onto the couch his Uncle was sitting on. Newt sat on the opposite side, the two facing each other. Jacob was standing. Newt kept looking at his son from his brother, keeping a close eye on him.

The small child continued to laugh to himself, stepping onto the Auror's leg, and held himself up on his shoulder. Before he could do anything else, the three heard someone from the other room call out and say that dinner was ready. Elliot suddenly gasped, and pushed himself over the taller's shoulder with his hands, and off his leg with his little, bare feet. Ell simply climbed over the back of the couch and fell down to the floor.

"Bug-" Newt simply watched as the child hopped up, and ran into the kitchen. He normally didn't let him act like this, but there was so much going on, he knew it was a lot, and quite overwhelming for him. Newt looked over at his brother, who just laugh softly. By that point, Jacob was already in the dining room, getting ready to eat. The two got up and made their way into the other room, to see the 8-year-old holding onto the side of the table, jumping up and down.

"Food, food, food, food-" He paused, seeing his dad. "Daddy!" he giggled, jumping up once again.

"Come on love, get in your seat for me." Everyone got settled in and started to pass the food around. It took a little coaxing from Newt to get Elliot to start to eat, but when he did, everyone enjoyed a beautiful dinner. Afterward, they all made their way to the living room. Elliot, of course, was the first one in the room. He waited for his Uncle to sit down, and resumed his game of Jungle Gym.

"Bug, settle down, you just ate. Come over here, okay?" Newt smiled softly, holding his arms out for his son. The boy stopped what he was doing and huffed, contemplating his choices for a moment. He slowly squeezed behind the Auror on the couch and plopped himself in his father's lap with a little huff. He just sighed, leaving his back against the older. Newt chuckled and placed a kiss on the little's head, wrapping an arm around him before talking to his brother and friends.

"By the time Elliot had to go to bed, he was trying his best to keep playing jungle gym on his Uncle. His father had been paying attention to the time, and how tired the boy was getting. He tried to get Elliot to bed at the same time every night, although sometimes it could be more difficult than others.

"Alright love... time for bed." Newt started to stand up, but Theseus put his hand out.

"Hey, I got it." The two Hufflepuffs looked at each other for a few moments before the younger slowly sat down. Although they didn't always get along, they knew each other pretty dan well. The older moved forward, then turned to face the 8year old behind him. Elliot looked up with big, tired green eyes.

"Come on bud..." He sighed softly, and for once, Elliot didn't put up a fuss. He let his Uncle pick him up, yet he did let out a whine when Theseus started to walk away after he stood up.

"Daddy..." He pouted, trying to turn on the older's hold to face his father. Once he did, he waved a little and started to yawn.

"Goodnight bug! I love you." Newt smiled softly, shifting in his seat.

"I love you too..." Elliot said softly, then grabbed a hold of the Auror''s shirt, holding on. Elliot waved to everyone as they started to walk, but quickly rested his little head on the taller's shoulder.

"Can you read me a story...?" He shifted just slightly in the adult's hold, wanting to just curl up in bed at this point.

"Of course, I can sweetheart..." Theseus whispered smiling, slowly walking into Elliot's room. He placed the child gently on his bed, then took a step back.

"Where are your pajamas bud?" He smiled, watching the little huff with impatience. Elliot simply pointed and watched as his Uncle got them. The next few minutes were a bit of a struggle, trying to get Ell into his nighttime clothes. Elliot never liked putting his PJs on, even for Newt. Although when it was with his father, he put up less of a fight. After the 8-year-old was in his very, comfortable pajamas, he simply sat on his bed with his little arms crossed over his chest in adorable anger.

"What book do you want to read?" He hummed, looking from his nephew, to the bookshelf behind him, and back to the boy.

"Can you read Daddy's book?" He asked softly, a small smile creeping onto his face, although it was soon replaced with a look of frustration when his Uncle spoke once more.

"And which one is, 'Daddy's book'?" He turned towards the bookshelf, looking at how neat everything was. Yet, when they didn't get a response back, he turned to see a very upset 8-year-old.

"Daddy's. Book." Ell repeated, glaring at the older. Theseus took a deep breath, feeling the frustration bubble in his chest.

"Yes, but Elliot, what does the book look like?"He asked again, trying not to raise his voice.

"It looks like Daddy's book!" Elliot huffed, getting upset, and overtired, himself. Without another word spoken, Theseus just nodded, turned, and went to find the book. When it was ultimately found, the Uncle made his way back to the child who was holding onto his stuffie quite tightly. Once the taller made it over to the bed, he spoke up again.

"Where does your daddy usually sit when he reads you a book?" He asked softly, not seeing a separate chair he could sit on. The little one looked at his Uncle, staring a moment before speaking.

"He sits on my bed with me." He said softly before yawning, still trying to keep himself awake. The boy hated going to bed unless he was able to snuggle up with his father.

"Is it alright if I sit with you?" The smaller took a moment for thinking before he slowly nodded. In turn, the older lowly sat on the bed next to Elliot, leaning his back against the headboard.

"No shoes please..." Ell whispered, looking from his uncle's shoes, to his face. He slowly nodded, staring at his nephew for a moment before quickly taking them off.

"Now you better go to sleep soon." Theseus raised a hand, pointing a finger at his nephew. The child just blinked, staring at his finger for a moment before he slowly reached one of his little grubby hands forward, and grabbed ahold of his finger. The two stared at each other for a moment, the younger started to giggle as he moved the other's hand up and down as if he was shaking his hand. The Auror smiled softly, watching closely as his nephew moved under the covers, getting comfortable as he laid down, still holding his stuffie, which had his father's bowtie on his neck.

"Read the A to Z part please..." Elliot whispered, shifting closer to the Hufflepuff as he slowly opened the book. He only got a hum in response, but that was enough for him. As Theseus opened the book and started to read, the aspiring magizoologist slowly inched his way closer to the adult, starting to lean against him. He watched the book, his eyes following every time the page was flipped.

Downstairs, everyone was sitting around talking, with either tea or a mug of hot chocolate in their hands. Newt wouldn't admit it, but he was getting a little nervous. He knew that his son and his brother didn't always get along, so he wasn't sure how everything was going upstairs. He was trying his best to engage in conversation, but his son was all he could think of. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a thud from upstairs and quickly stood up.

"E-excuse me." He looked at his friends, then quickly made his way up the stairs. The muggle and witch looked at each other, the muggle placing a gentle kiss on his partner's cheek, resulting in laughter from the two.

The Magizoologist slowly opened the door to his son's room, unsure of what to expect. However, he was in no way expecting to see the two fast asleep, Elliot snuggling up to his Uncle. His brother's arm was hanging off of the bed, the book he had been reading on the floor. The older had his spare arm around the child, who was smooshed against him, his mouth open as he drifted further, and further into sleep. Newt slowly made his way over, trying not to wake either of them up. He leaned down, moving the little's fluffy hair out of his face, before gently kissing his forehead.

"Goodnight my love."