RQ: SebastianXReader

The soul of the young man slipped through the young demon’s throat like honey. So sweet and delicious, it almost made her drunk. The young demon pulled away from the youth, watching as his body fell to the ground like a rag doll. For five years she’s been at his beck and call, comforting him when he asked for it, singing to him his favorite songs, even satisfying some of his desires, and then delivering the perfect revenge against his abusive brother, the only family has had left, yet they were far from it. HIs older brother would torment him, treat him like a prisoner in his own home, that was until he called out for someone to help him. That’s when she showed up. She came to him in the form of a black cat, asking him what his greatest wish was and then sealing a contract with him. His greatest wish was for his brother to suffer the way he did, and after five years, it’s been done, ending with his brother’s, torturous death.

She walked away from her ex-master’s body, now that it no longer harbored a soul, he was of no use to her anymore. She trotted down the dark streets of london in her maid’s dress that was specially designed for her, it was made of the finest silk and the fabric was pure black, even the apron and head-piece. It stopped a few inches above her knees, showing off quite a bit of her stocking clad legs. Even though people stop, stared, and whispered, she never complained or objected, cause master liked the way she dressed, she’s even grown to adore her outfit herself. Her red eyes glowed pink in the darkness, showing that she was already on the hunt for another soul to devour. She lifted her head into the air and sniffed.

“Ah!”  she just caught the scent of a perfectly delicious soul a little into the outskirts of the city. She began to drool a little as as began her journey, but stopped for a minute when she picked up another scent.

“Huh? What is this? *sniff* *sniff* Oh! The soul is already bound to a demon? Why does his scent smell so . . . . familiar?”

She continued walking, the soul’s scent driving her motivation to take out the demon standing in her way of this delectable soul.

“Feh, it’s nothing I can’t handle, I’m much older and stronger then those new hatchlings, this’ll be easy,” she said to herself, licking her lips loudly.

~0~

“My what a splendid home,” she said, marveling at the size of the mansion before her. She smelled the air again and confirmed to herself that this was indeed the place where that delicious soul resided.

“Hm, and now to get inside . . . .”

Suddenly she heard growling from behind one of the trees nearby.

“Hm?”

From the darkness emerged what looked like to be a ultra big dog. His fur was silver and his eyes red, they glowed as he growled at her. She began to question this until she realized what she was seeing. It was a demon hound. She smirked slightly and allowed her demon scent to flow through the air, as soon as the hound sniffed it, he stopped growling and looked at her curiously.

“There now, no need to bare your fangs at me,” she said in a sweet voice, approaching him. She held out her hand, “Come now, why don’t we be friends?” The hound sniffed her hand, then gave it a huge licking, showing his approvable of her. She smiled at him and said, “That’s better.” He lowered his head to her, showing that he wanted to be petted. She complied and scratched behind his ears, making him pant and hang his tongue out in contempt.

“Good boy, now what’s a demon hound like you doing around a home such as this?” she asked, as if the hound would answer her. Then something in the backround caught her eye, it was a light in a second story window. She stopped petting the hound, much to his displeasure, and walked over under the window, looking up and waiting for the light to turn off. When it did, the demon was about to leap up, but noticed there was nothing she could land on, that was until the mound laid his head on the ground, as if sensing her problem. She smiled and lightly hopped on his head. The hound lifted her up to the window, which was surprisingly unlocked. Letting herself in, she was hit with the sweet scent of the soul. She looked to the bed, and there sleeping was a child who looked to be no more then 12-years-old.

“So pure, and yet so tainted,” she licked her lips, “yes, such a delicious soul indeed, whoever got to be this young boy’s servant is a lucky demon.”

“My, aren’t you a pretty thing?” a new voice said. She almost screamed, but a gloved hand covered her mouth and another grabbed her by her waist.

“Shhhh, now it wouldn’t do if you woke up my young master,” the voice said. The demon struggled in the stranger’s grip, but was surprised when she couldn’t break free.

'Impossible! The only other being able to hold me back like this is . . . . '

“It’s interesting to meet someone of my own kind, now,” she felt the hand on her mouth slightly move, “please refrain from making any sounds.” She slightly nodded and the hand was completely removed. Since she was still held by her waist, she turned her head and was met with glowing, pink eyes, the same as hers. She studied his aura when something struck her as familiar.

“I knew I recognized that feeling,” she said in a hushed whisper, “you’re what the others call ‘the raven’.”

“Ah, so I’m famous, it’s quite an honor, little black kitty.”

“How’d you-?”

“I’m familiar with you as well, after all, I do have a fondness for cats, you’ve pricked my interest ever since we met coincidentally a century ago.”

“That’s right, you were the butler to that prince in France, and I so happened to be his cousin’s private maid. You were given a name back then, what are you called now?”

“Sebastian, that’s who I am now. And what of you kitten?”

“(y/n), my old master’s sister was named that, before she died, he was fond of her, as he was with me.”

“Had your meal have you?”

“It was delectable, but this one,” she looked over to Sebastian’s master, “his soul is practically screaming to be devoured, but he’s yours, isn’t he?”

“And you plan on stealing him from me?” Sebastian’s hold on (y/n) got tighter and
the air surrounding them became thick with danger, “I have to warn you, if you so
as even lay a finger on my young master, I would not hesitate to kill you.” (y/n) chuckled quietly, much to Sebastian’s confusion.

“I’m much better then those barbarians, I know better then to steal another’s prey. You needn’t worry, Sebastian, I will not lay a hand on your master.”

Hearing this, Sebastian released (y/n).

“For a young one, you’ve certainly got manners.”

“Well now, if I didn’t have them, then what kind of maid would I be?”

“Hm. What are you going to do now?”

“Oh, I don’t know really.”

“How bout you take a role here as the young master’s maid? The other servants here are pretty much useless, and I’d hate to part with such a pretty kitty.”

(y/n) couldn’t help but to blush at Sebastian’s words.

“V-very well, I accept your offer.”

Sebastian’s eye glowed more fiercely then ever.

“I’m sure you’ll come to like it here,” he looked out the window and saw Pluto staring at (y/n), signaling that he wanted her attention, “and I know the perfect job for you.”

~0~

Three months later . . . . .

“PLUTO! FETCH!!” (y/n) threw the tree trunk in the distance for Pluto to chase after and bring back. It went quite a distance, so he would be gone for a while.

Eve since she agreed to become a maid for Ciel Phantomhive, (y/n)’s life was certainly interesting. She was Pluto’s caregiver, thus she was in charge of feeding, grooming, playing, and keeping him out of trouble. She also had to deal
with a young gardener who’s strength almost matched her own, another maid who would trip over her own feet every five minutes, and a chef who enjoyed cooking with his blowtorch and dynamite.

And let’s not forget her new master, a little boy who acted like he was an adult, which she found rather cute and would make a remark about it every now and then, much to Ciel’s embarrassment.

She sighed deeply as she waited for Pluto to return with the tree trunk. She looked to the side and saw Sebastian sitting at the steps that lead to outside, playing around with a stray, black cat. As he stroked its’ fur while it was settled in his lap, she felt a twinge of jealousy.

'Why should a creature like that be in his arms!? I mean, I know it represents me in a way, but that doesn’t mean I have to like every single one on this planet. Why I outta-'

She then stopped her train of thought.

'Wait!! What am I thinking!!? I shouldn’t have these kind of thoughts!! I mean, it almost sounds like I’m in love with-'

“WOOF!!”

A tree truck was dropped at (y/n)’s feet, snapping her out of her thoughts and scaring her a bit.

“Yeek!!”

“WOOF!! WOOF!!”

“Oh, uh . . . well done Pluto,” she said, petting him, “I think that’s enough of a game of fetch for one day.”

Pluto laid down and curled up, showing that he agreed and was tired. (y/n) turned her head back to Sebastian, still preoccupied with his feline friend. Over the course of the three months since she’s been here, new feelings blossomed in her heart for the black butler, the way he would call her his kitten, when he would stay by her side at night while everyone else slept, how he was gentle with her,
how well-mannered her was, how he trusted her, and his looks certainly were a huge bonus. She’s pretty much fallen head-over-heels for Sebastian, but seeing as this was a feelings she’s never had in her whole life(about 500 years, give or take, you kinda start to loose count over a course of time), she’s had trouble expressing herself.

At that moment, a poof sound was heard and (y/n) saw that Pluto reverted back into his human form.

“Thank goodness I managed to get him to wear clothes,” she said to herself as she watched the sleeping demon hound, “it was awkward enough that he would walk around in the nude.”

(y/n) looked at Sebastian, then at the cat, then at Pluto. At that moment, she had an idea. With a sly smile, she knelt down by Pluto and gently took him into her arms, placing his head onto her lap.

“Good boy Pluto, you’re such a good dog,” she cooed at the sleeping hound, stroking his hair, “yes, such a good dog,” she spoke softly, but loud enough for Sebastian to hear. Pluto wrapped his arms around (y/n) and snuggled against her in his sleep.

'Perfect!'

She glanced over to Sebastian, but was dumbstruck when he simply smiled and waved at her and turned his attention back to the cat asleep on his lap. Now (y/n) was stuck with Pluto all over her, unable to move since he gets really cranky when someone wakes him up, last time that happened, at least half of the trees surrounding the estate went up in flames.

'Ugh, great, now I’m stuck here!'

Little did she know Sebastian secretly watched her and Pluto with a hint of darkness in his eyes . . . . .

~0~

“Finally,” (y/n) breathed hours later, “I thought that dog would never wake up.” As she passed the kitchen, and explosion was heard. She stopped in her tracks and sighed deeply.

“Not again.”

She entered the kitchen and found the place covered in black soot and Bardroy in a corner,  coughing loudly with some sticks of dynamite in his hands.

“Bardroy!” (y/n) shouted. He snapped up to attention, a bit of a reflex since he fought in a war.

“Y-y-yes?” he asked nervously, knowing that he was in deep trouble.

“Haven’t I already forbidden dynamite as a cooking tool?” Bardroy scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“Sorry, I just thought it would really work this time.”

(y/n) couldn’t help it, she had to faceplam.

“What on earth happened here!?”

“Sebastian!?” Bardroy cried, now he was REALLY in trouble now. While Bardroy was dead scared for his life, (y/n) was excited, this was another chance to get Sebastian’s attention. She pulled out her handkerchief and began to wipe Bardroy’s face, making him go red.

“(y-y/n)!?” he said.

“Honestly Bard, you really should know better,” (y/n) said, looking cute and making her voice sound sweet as she spoke. Now Bardroy was red up to his ears.

“Uh . . . yeah, I-I try harder.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” (y/n) got up to her tiptoes and gave Bardroy a peck on the nose, making his mind go blank.

“Anyway, I’ll prepare the young master’s lunch, clean this up at once Bardroy,” with that, Sebastian left the destroyed kitchen. (y/n) wanted to punch someone so badly. While she stormed out of the kitchen in a quiet rage, Bardroy just stood there like an idiot, his head in the clouds.

~0~

“Oh what am I ever gonna do?” (y/n) asked no one in particular, she had just finished feeding Pluto and was lying on his back while he took a short nap after his meal, staring up into the cloudless sky.

“What does a maid have to do to get some attention around here?”

“(y/n)! (y/n)! You up there?” a voice called out. She sat up and looked over Pluto’s side.

“Finnian? What is it?”

“Well, Sebastian wanted me to inform you that Lady Elizabeth wants a ball to be thrown at the manor, and he wishes for you to help.

A ball huh? Wait!

“That’s perfect!!” she shouted out-loud.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh! Nothing!” she leaped down gracefully to the ground, “let’s get started shall we?”

~0~

“Oh what’s a pretty lady like yourself doing wearing all that black!!” Elizabeth exclaimed, seeing (y/n) pure black outfit.

“A lady needs to be cute! I mean, the outfit is cute, but the color is just downright depressing.”

“Um . . . Im quite comfortable in black m’lady, there’s no need to make a fuss over something so trivial.”

“No! I wont allow it!! Everything at my ball has to be cute!!” Elizabeth grabbed (y/n) by the arm and turned to Ciel, “hey Ciel, you know that certain dress in the certain room, you thin she could use it, none of the dresses I brought would ever fit her.”

Ciel thought it over for a second and then responded, “Sure, it’s fine.”

“Yay!!” Elizabeth began to drag her away to a room, “after I’m done with you you’ll be so cute no man can take his eyes off you!” (y/n) could’ve easily shaken Elizabeth off, but she didn’t want to disrespect the mistress and instead, looked
to Ciel and Sebastian for help.

“Help! Anyone!?” Ciel simply shook his head, but a small, amused grin was faintly seen. And Sebastian smiled his signature smile and said, “Have fun.” (y/n) glared at them both.

“I’l get you back for this!!”

~0~

“What!!? You’re not wearing a corset!!?” Elizabeth yelled when (y/n) gave her the information.

“It’s fine m’lady, I don’t really need-”

“PAULA!!” Elizabeth’s maid charged through the door.

“Y-y-yes m’lady!?”

“Fit (y/n) into a corset will you? I want her to look cute for my ball.”

“Oh, r-right.” Paula walked over to the closet and found an extra corset.

“Now miss, please turn around so I may get this on and tightened.”

'Forget my home, THIS is gonna be hell!!!'

~0~

“Aiiiieeee!! It’s too-ACK! Tight!!!” (y/n) cried, gripping at the bedpost hard enough for her nails to sink into the wood.

“Forgive me, but it must be tight!” Paula pulled at the strings again.

“That’s it!! You’re gonna kill me!!”
“Oh don’t be a silly goose,” Elizabeth said, watching this all unfold form the bed, “no woman has ever died from wearing a corset.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” (y/n) mumbled as Paula tied the strings together.

“There, now time for the dress!”

~0~

'This is so out of my comfort zone,' (y/n) thought as she stared at the mirror in the dress. It was a baby-blue, beautiful, and elegant dress that went past her ankles and slightly dragged on the floor, the sleeves were designed to leave the shoulders bare and the lower part of her arms were cover with gloves, at the left side of the skirt were magnificent lily patterns that when all the way to the end, around her neck were white pearls and in her hair a simple, white rose clip.

'Such a light color, I’m completely not used to this.'

“Kyaaaa!!! It suites you so well, you’re a vision!! So beautiful!!” Elizabeth squealed, admiring (y/n) in the dress. (y/n) forced a smile and bowed.

“Thank you for your concern m’lady, it’s nice to know young ladys like yourself shows generosity to a humble servant such as myself.”

“Happy to help.”

~0~

(y/n) walked to the ballroom in her uncomfortable, white heels, missing her black boots.

“Oh, the things I do for the sake of others,” she said to herself as she opened the doors to the ballroom, which was already filled with people. As soon as she walked in, every eye was turned to look at her in awe. She nervously made her way around the room, where she was approached by some men.

“Hello there.”

“My you look so lovely.”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m (y/n),” she said, deciding to at least give her name, “I’m a maid of this manor.” All the men were dumbstruck.

“Are you sure!?”

“But you look like a mistress, there’s no way you can be a mere servant.”

“Forget mistress, you look like a goddess.”

Finally one of the young men held out his hand, “Would you like to dance?” (y/n) looked to the side and saw Sebastian, standing idly to the side, watching the ball. A smirk appeared as she turned back to the young man.

“Why yes, that would be lovely.”

(y/n) was so graceful and agile as she danced with her partner.

“My, you are a wonderful dancer.”

“Thank you sir, you’re pretty good yourself.”

“Please, call me Arthur.”

“Arthur,” her tone was sweet when she said his name, making him blush madly. She looked again at Sebastian and saw that he was eyeing her dance.

'It’s working! Now to take it up a notch.'

She placed her head against Arthur’s chest and got close, much to his delight. he slowly wrapped his arms around (y/n).

“Do you think . . . . . we could meet again after tonight?” he asked shyly, clearly infatuated with her. Before she could answer, a hand grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her away from her partner.

“May I cut in?” Before anyone could register what just happened, Sebastian took Arthur’s place and danced with (y/n), leaving the poor man feeling rejected.

“Oi, that wasn’t very gentlemanly of you,” (y/n) scolded.

“As if you were any better.”

“What do you mean?”

“Trying to catch my attention by pretending to be interested in others? You’re quite the sly feline, aren’t you?” (y/n) turned her head away.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t, you were just lying down with Pluto, comforting Bardroy, and dancing with an earl out of the goodness of your heart, right?”

“Tch.” (y/n) knew that she was caught, “Perhaps we should continue this after the ball is over?”

“Very well, but for now,” he twirled her elegantly, “let’s just enjoy ourselves.” The duo danced so well and gracefully, everyone literally stopped and stared at the two, marveling their dancing skills.

~0~

After the ball . . . . . .

(y/n) sighed in relief when she changed back into her maid uniform.

“Thank goodness, that corset was going to be the death of me.”

“Miss (y/n)?”

“Sebastian?”

“Come.”

“Yes.”

She followed Sebastian to a guest room where they could talk. She stood by the bed and began to speak as Sebastian was closing the door.

“Sebastian, I-AH!!” Sebastian charged forward and push her onto the bed, pinning her arms above her head with one hand.

“S-Sebastian?”

“You’re face is quite red, kitty.”

“What are you doing? Release me!”

“Oh, but you really want me to?”

“Huh?”

“I know (y/n), I know your feelings towards me.” (y/n) gulped.

“H-h-how did you know?” Sebastian leaned close to her face, “Because I feel the same, my little kitten,” with that, he captured her lips with his. (y/n)’s eyes grew big, but then they were shut as she kissed back, their lips merging perfectly with eachother as if they were made for eachother. Sebastian deepened the kiss, hungering for more as he licked at (y/n)’s lips, politely asking for entrance. (y/n) played coy and denied him the access. He growled lowly and with his free hand, stroked her upper thigh, causing for her to gasp and allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth, exploring the wet canvas wildly, yet expertly. The need for air forced the two demons to part, looking into eachothers blood red eyes lovingly.

“Sebastian~” His name passed (y/n)’s lips like the most delicious soul in the world, and boy did he like it.

“Yes, you’re mine now, (y/n),” he stroked her cheek with his gloved hand, then with his teeth, removed his  right glove, showing his pentagram, it was glowing purple, “and as a demon, I plan to take all of you, make sure you never look at another man ever again.”

On (y/n)’s left hand, her own pentagram showed, glowing (f/c).

“Yes, Sebastian.” He leaned over again and licked at (y/n) neck, causing her to moan.

“You’ll be in pure contentment when I’m through with you.”

“Is that so?” (y/n) asked between moans.

“Yes, you see, my dear (y/n),” Sebastian’s eyes glowed as he took her hand and placed a delicate kiss on her knuckles.

“I’m simply one hell of a butler.”

Extra:

"Sebastian."

"Yes, my young lord?"

"I heard some rather strange noises last night, was something going on?"

"Oh," Sebastian glanced at (y/n) who was blushing deeply and smiling at him, "you could say that."