Till Death do we Part Sebastian x reader

His Maid, Entertaining

Disclaimer: The book I quoted was used to try and support nazism. It was not written for that purpose nor is it used here for that purpose. I do not support nazism in anyway shape or form and neither did Nietzsche as stated in his other works. I know this is a fantasy book but i research every little thing to ensure both historical and modern accuracy and that I do not offend anyone. Thank you. Enjoy!

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Week one with no Sebastian.

The house was to remain open to the public, meaning all the young lord's appointments remained. No one informed you, however, and you peeked through the window to see who could be knocking. A young blonde man was standing there proudly with his chest puffed out, you didn't dare open the door and instead ran to find Snake. You read him from his posture, noble and would probably squeal to his social circle that a maid opened the door in the absence of the head of house. Normally Lord Phantomhive would explain to guests that he doesn't care in the rare event Sebastian can't come to the door and the guests were a bit stunned when anyone else greeted them. The pleasing thing about it is Tanaka has to engage in negotiations and not you.

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"Corbin... Corbin stop-"

He was crying his head off, and you knew what he wanted but he had to at least start learning to ask for what he wants. You were trying to persuade him to calm down enough to ask him what he wanted.

"Try like this a Y/n," Mey-rin squatted to his height, "Corbin would you like something to eat?"

He quickly nodded rubbing his eyes.

"You say, "yes please" Corbin," she said, grasping his little hand.

"Yeth pwease," he sniffed.

"Your food is coming love, don't you worry," he nodded at what she was saying making you feel a little bad.
"God i'm a terrible mother," you said going to check on his food that was already heating up.

"Don't say that, you're not supposed to comprehend everything right away," she said getting dishes out.

"Yeah well," you sighed.

If only Sebastian was- no. He's acting like a child. It was times like these you wish you could talk to Undertaker, but he decided to screw that friendship over.

A theory popped in your head lighting up your eyes. He's experiencing emotions! He's acting out because he has no experience managing them like Corbin... Except Corbin cries and he gets angry. Everything was starting to make sense to you now. You vaguely recall him mentioning a book and made a mental note to find it later. You stirred the pot in excitement, finally getting somewhere after spending days with your thoughts on what could be wrong with him.

"Corbin, dinner!" he came running around the corner and into the kitchen at the sound of your voice nearly tripping Bard who was coming to prepare everyone else's dinner.

"Put the flamethrower back Bard."

"But-"

"Back," you pointed towards the door. The goal was to avoid practically rebuilding the house while they were away. You fed Corbin absent-mindedly, trying to think of a book that teaches human behaviour. It could take hours, but he wouldn't have told you about it for no reason. The method to his madness is finishing the game he started.

"I've closed up the house for the evening Y/n," Tanaka peeked in saying.

"Alright, tell Finny to come back inside please," you said cleaning Corbin's face off.

"Snake, make sure Bard doesn't blow anything up. I'll be in the library, if i'm not down in time come get me for dinner."
"No problem," Bard said with his goggles on chopping onions.

"Darling, stay with Mey-rin," you knelt down and stroked his hair after setting him down. You headed upstairs to the library only to discover several books were strewn across the tables. Normally the library was your job to clean, but you were frantically engaged everywhere else the library laid in a thin layer of week-old dust. Mentally vowing to clean it first thing tomorrow, you began gathering up the books to look through them. You got through about half of them until the next book you picked up fell open to a specific page meaning it was thoroughly read often. You looked at the cover, "Human, all too Human by Friedrich Nietzsche," read back at you along with "Published 1878" in golden letters engraved on the deep blue cover. Thankfully the first chapter was all you needed.

"Chemistry of Ideas and Sensations. Philosophical problems adopt in almost all matters the same form of question as they did two thousand years ago; how can anything spring from its opposite? For instance, reason out of unreason, the sentient out of the dead, logic out of unlogic, disinterested contemplation out of covetous willing, life for others out of egoism, truth out of error? Metaphysical philosophy has helped itself over those difficulties hitherto by denying the origin of one thing in another, and assuming a miraculous origin for more highly valued things, immediately out of the kernel and essence of the thing in itself."

Sebastian chose something well thought out. You continued reading the first entry coming to realize this wouldn't help control his emotions, but it instead gave insight as to why he would feel the way he feels. The only problem is he didn't quite know how to express them properly. What was it he asked you? 'Why were you avoiding his affection and wanted normalcy?'

'He may be insecure a bit, I normally don't need a break for myself but it was too much... Or his ego was shattered completely. His ability to take care of me so I wouldn't need a breather was questioned for a moment.' You rolled your eyes, not everything needed to be done for you by him. Whatever his problem was you could help him through it as petty as you would love to be. Shutting the book with a loud clap, you stacked it on top the other books.

Suddenly you sensed him, the faint scent of tea and roses wafted in the air. "Sebastian?" you said to the air in happiness. Dashing downstairs towards your shared room you slammed open the door and saw no one, you scanned the room to make sure. Your eyes fell on a rose on the bed and a piece of paper attached. You grew a bit sad, hoping to see him or hug him even for a second. Interestingly enough this was the longest you'd ever gone without being in the same vicinity as him. You heard them before you saw him, little Corbin running in shouting "Da, Da!" and poor Mey-rin running behind him.

"I'm sorry Y/n he just ran off calling for Sebastian," she said panting.

"It's okay Mey, it's time for his bed anyway-" you stopped shortly noticing his eyes were that demonic fuchsia, bouncing around the room undoubtedly looking for his father. Your heart leapt to your throat beating faster by the second until a small crash was heard from the kitchen, you sighed in both relief and stress, "Mey-rin inform whoever it is it better be cleaned up by the time I get down there." She nodded leaving with a jog.

You flashed your eyes at Corbin, and he digressed, eyes returning to their normal colour and a bit droopy. Poor boy... misses his father. "Aw come here darling," you said gently coaxing him with your hand, "Daddy's just gone on a little job, he'll be back."

He stretched out his arms wanting to be picked up and you obliged, rubbing his back so he could fall asleep faster. After about fifteen minutes of pacing back and forth in the room he fell asleep and you placed him on the bed gently and grabbed the note to read it. Neat loopy handwriting read back at you "Thank You"

You expected more but what do you want from a demon. Guilt wasn't necessarily in his emotion catalogue.

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¹Passage from Human, all too Human by Friedrich Nietzsche. Pg1