A Demon's Help (Sebastian x Reader)

"Work with you? There?!" I exclaim at the butler, my eyes widening in surprise and shocked at his straight-forward request.

"You did say you would do anything in return...did you not?" Sebastian asks, tilting his head to the side, a slight smirk on his face.

I nod. "I did, but I wasn't expecting you to just straight out ask me like that. Or even ask me at all! I figured you would want me to do something more...well...easier. Something to easily get me out of your hair." I look at Sebastian with me (e/c) eyes, studying him, trying to figure out what is behind all of this.

"Well I think being a housemaid will be pretty simple, especially someone of your caliber." Sebastian says, making me give him a questioning look.

"My...caliber? And may I ask what you mean by that?" I ask, my (e/c) eyebrows coming together, making my (e/c) eyes squint ever so slightly.

"What I meant Mi'lady was that someone of your work experience should do fine, excel even, in the household of Phantomhive. I'm sure my Young Master would appreciate your arrival, if you would ever be so kind to join me." Sebastian gives me a slightly challenging look.

"And how do you know my work experience?" I ask, buying myself some time to swim through my drowning thoughts.

"You worked for Lord Earl Alois Trancy before, did you not?" He asks, answering my question with another question. 

What a peculiar butler...

I nod, but drop the subject, not wanting to continue with the current topic. "Shall we go? We wouldn't want to keep your Young Master waiting, now would we?" I ask, changing the topic.

I see Sebastian smirk, but it's gone just as quick as it had come. He nods, but holds up a gloved hand. "Yes, but first we should get you into the proper attire. You must look presentable to our Young Master."

I look down at my (e/c) (e/t) hospital gown, and frown; my fingers bunching up bits of the material out of anger, the gown making me remember why I am in this situation, and why I hate men who think they can just play with women like they're toys. God those people need to be put down like sick dogs. I feel my (e/c) eyes narrow and my teeth grit, my breathing becoming ragged.

"Miss (f/n)? Are you listening?"

Sebastian's voice brings me back to my senses, making me look up at him, a concerned expression taking over his expression, his ruby eyes analyzing me. I shake my head and unball my hands, letting them sway at my sides like normal.

I sigh, knowing I cannot screw up this job opportunity. "My apologizes Mister Michaelis, I got distracted. Would you be king enough to repeat what you said?"

He sighs and takes out a silver pocket watch from his coat pocket as he quickly looks at the time and snaps it back closed, and then looks back to me, his piercing narrowed eyes boring into mine. "What I was explaining was is that we will take our leave from here now, like right now, and head to the Phantomhive estate, since it is currently quarter to 10, and the ride will take us an hour and a half. From there I will slip you into the estate unnoticed by our Young Earl, who will be in his study getting his dance lesson until noon, which gives us 10 minutes to get you ready and presentable to help me bring in his afternoon taste of Earl Grey tea and his afternoon snack. But we must leave now."

I nod, determined to make a good first impression. I go to take a step forward to follow Sebastian out, when I feel air moving around me, my vision blurring.

That's when I feel it: the searing pain rippling through my skull and soft gloved hands holding my (e/c) skin. I ignore the second part as I grip my head, my hands balling around chunks of my (e/c) hair, closing y eyes to try and shut out the pain.

"Shh. It's OK. Take it easy Milady. We must hurry for our punctual arrival, but I have quicker means of getting to the estate if that means you will recover a bit." His soothing voice calms the pain, comforting me, almost...seductive.

I shake my head, blowing off the offer of staying in this retched place any longer. "No, no that is fine. I don't want to keep you here any longer. What is your other means of getting there?" I ask, looking up at Sebastian's pale face, and my words earn a small smirk from the butler.

"I do not have the time to explain it, I shall show you instead. If you would let me carry you, Miss (f/n)."

"Carry me? What in the name of the Queen are you going to be doing, to me?" I feel my body lean back a little from the butler's touch, all of a sudden feeling very uncomfortable in this strangers presence.

The butler looks slightly offended. "Nothing of harm to you, Milady, just a quicker means of getting to the estate, saving us some time to clean you up a bit more, not that you don't already look stunning."

I feel a blush start to creep onto my cheeks at his words, and I look down at the way his gloved hands are just gently cupping my elbows as we half-stand, half-lean onto each other. "Yes, that is fine then, as long as it is no trouble to you Mister Michaelis." I say quietly, still too shocked to make eye contact with him.

He helps me stands up and quickly bows before too easily scooping me up into his tail-coat covered arms, making sure that I am still covered.

Sebastian looks down at me, a piece of his hair falling in front of his face. "It is no problem to me at all (y/n), for I am simply one hell of a butler."