Till Death do we Part Sebastian x reader

His Maid, New Job

(Oh! Black butler anime to air April 2024 (You're def gonna hate my upload times now that I have an actual job on top of school and what a coincidence with the title of this chapt.) Happy holidays 🩷)

~Friday, June 1890~

"I was kidnapped," you said blankly to the man behind the desk. You were rushed into his office by the woman at the front desk, which prompted you to blurt out your premature response. You arrived at the hotel a day later than you were supposed to. The young lord had laid out a plan and response for every interview question known to man. The last resort was the truth with a few details to leave out and a few untrue details to sell it.

"What," his face paled a little before trying to laugh it off. Fidgeting with the name plate on his desk, "Smith" read back to you in black enamel letters. "You're joking."

"No, that's why I didn't show up yesterday. I was kidnapped. You could ask the Yard if you're worried about my integrity, the inspectors' name was Abernathy...? Or...."

"Abberline, and I don't think that's necessary."

"You're... not denying me are you? Oh please no!"

You dropped to your knees and covered your snicker with a fake sob. This was mortifying yet funny, on your knees in front a man is not something you had on your agenda- oh wait... just the wrong man. Who ironically was on his knees to wake you up in the morning after he put Corbin to sleep in the young lord's room. Your orgasmic scream had reminded you there was an audience in the closet, yet he didn't stop until he had you cum on his tongue twice more.

"Please, my husband died and I have a baby at home to take care of myself. This is my last resort, I can't do another job to keep my family afloat. I was brought up by my mother working in a house, I don't know any other job like I know service. Please," real tears started to brim your eyes unwillingly. You were brought up to be a service girl, just not the type he was thinking. You spent all this time resenting them that you never realized how much your parents hurt you. Now for it to just roll off your tongue casually as a prettied up lie shocked you. Even when you went through these questions with them you didn't think about how saying it to someone else would be. You pathetically wiped your tears away but they kept coming. He came around his desk getting to his knees to help wipe your tears away.

"Don't," your voice deepened to its normal tone. Scurrying back on your haunches. "I'm sorry- I didn't- that wasn't-"

'Included in my plan.'

"I'm sorry, I just need this job," you sighed brushing your hair away from your warm face burying your face in your hands. Now you were definitely mortified, you wanted to dig a hole into that cherry wood floor under the Persian rug and disappear.

"You're hired," you saw a sweat bead drop from his face as he grabbed a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his brow. Even his slightly bald head started to sweat. "Start today, Agnes will show you your duties. We have a strict policy that everyone have a checkup, our doctor is out so a nurse will do it." The man was a nervous wreck, why was that concierge so anxious to get you there if he's so easily flustered?

~

"Arm."

"What are you doing?"

"Just some blood work. Arm."

An elderly Asian nurse held out a boney hand waiting for you to stretch your arm out. You've been stabbed, held at gunpoint, grazed by bullets yet that thick needle in her hand intimidated you. "Don't make me ask again Ms. Smith."

"Why, may I ask, are you a nurse if you don't like interacting with people?" You gave her your arm and stared at the needle so hard as if you could make it disappear with a thought.