Till Death do we Part Sebastian x reader

His Maid, Expectantly Waiting

Major spoilers if you didn't read the manga, forgot to say this like 3 chapters ago *runs away*.

~May 1890~

You gradually got better. It wasn't overnight and you did get worse at first but now you were back to normal. Almost normal... you were anaemic for good, but it wasn't bad it posed no problem for you besides being cold sometimes and a new love for chewing ice from the ice box.

After another day of yelling and scolding the young lord calmed down and let you breathe. A child telling you off was embarrassing, you weren't sure if it was because he cared or because you were of some value. Sebastian had the courtesy to let your screw up pass through his mind already. Both of them letting you recover from the mess you put yourself in. Besides, he had enough to work on without you worrying him. An entire venue to renovate next to Sphere Music Hall to be done in two weeks was no easy task, yet it was managed. Training and writing songs for Lord Edward and the young lord's previous school mates in a week, breaking down their personalities into something that would make people throw their hearts at them. If anyone had experience with that it was definitely Sebastian. Marketing strategies were left to you, simply because you had to rest didn't mean you weren't going to help, the young earl made sure of that.

Knock-knock

You were startled out of your thoughts. Getting off your stomach you sat up in bed, placing the papers you were engrossed in on your lap. "Come in."

"We have two more days, how's it going?" Sebastian asked bringing you your lunch. Liver, vegetables, and wine. Not your favourite meal but you had something good to wash it down.

"Good I suppose. Selling the Funtom toys in the venue is a given but the incentive to buy one is missing. Most people attending don't have children therefore would see no point in buying a stuffed animal, and those that do probably have one already. Plus, there's no time to make a limited edition one," you took a bite of your liver and gagged while you chewed it. "God, I hate this."

"And whose fault is that? Hmm?"

"I didn't tell them to drain my blood like a vampire."

"Because bad people need permission to do things," he cooed sarcastically.

"You do," you shrugged happily taking another bite of food.

His jaw clenched at the mention of his short leash, and you smirked knowing it would get under his skin.

You shifted through the papers and continued bouncing ideas off of him, "Selling the perfume there would be too obvious a reach for money. Plus, the scent might not be to everyone's liking- " you nearly threw up your food remembering how awful the perfume was to you, and the liver did not help. Grabbing your wine to keep it down, an idea popped in your head as you stared at the dark red liquid swirling in the flute glass.

"Hey I got it!" You showed Sebastian his rippling eye colour in a glass. "When they buy it, they get a special interaction with the boys. Up the price of Bitter Rabbit, people would throw their money away to feel special for a moment."

"They greet them after the show," he pointed out.

"Hmph... then during the show, when they get off stage to interact with the crowd. Whoever has one gets a special interaction. Have the people at the door tell them that.

"All that from a glass of wine?" he raised his eyebrow amused.

"It's my muse~," you grinned proudly before downing the rest.

~

Two days went by quickly and it was opening night. The three of you watched from the balcony as people poured in from Bravat's venue into the Phantom music hall. The young lord nodded at the both of you, returning to his office upstairs. Leaving everything up to the both of you.