Grim Desires: A Black Butler x Reader

Her Butler, a Phantomhive Servant: Chapter 1

All monsters are human. Everyone suffers their own Hell. We all want to escape it. There's sex, drugs, alcohol, even death. Death is peaceful. Death is natural. Death is movement within a still environment. But, even death can be twisted. It can serve as entertainment, amusing the tortured souls in their hellish forms.

Who would want to live in a world where even death is uncertain? But, who would want to die?

I don't fear after death, it is inevitable.

I can hear him, panting with anticipation. I can feel him, cold amusement licking up my nape. Holding me hostage of my own accord.

And against any sane one's better judgment,

I dance in his gaze.

"Goodmorning My Lady, it is time to rise again for another day."

Light stretches from the window, illuminating the room with morning rays. A lump beneath the covers of the bed shifts to fully awaken. The window squeaks as it's slid open. The lady sighs as she straightens up, rubbing at her drooping eyes. "This morning's breakfast is a lightly poached salmon alongside a mint salad." Hot tea is poured from the kettle's spout and into a fine china, sat on its saucer, then set down on the tea cart. "Would you like me to include a cream cheese danish for you ma'am?" A nod is given in response. "Very good."

"Onto the day's schedule," the butler walks across the room to the wardrobe, "this morning at 10 o'clock you have your ballet lessons," white gloved hands skim through the many dresses, "and this afternoon you have a luncheon with the Lady Madam Red." The Lady's garments for the morning are laid upon the bed, and he stands near the with a white robe held up. "I'll be going into town after my lunch today as well." The Lady informs, "The tailor to be specific.""Will you be needing an escort?" She stands, he looks away, turning her back to him to slide her arms into the robe's sleeves. "I'm sure my Aunt will arrange something for me."

"Lovely, ma'am."

With her robe tied in place, her feet carry her to the cushioned window sill where she sits. Deeply inhaling the morning air, looking over the estate garden of roses. Without missing a beat, her cup of tea is offered. A cart with cream, sugar, honey, and lemon at the ready. "Hm." She hums, sipping her tea, Earl Gray, then motioning for a lemon and honey.

With her tea as she desires, the butler is waved off. He bows with his right hand on his chest, before turning to exit the room. His Mistress's gaze following him.

Breakfast was quiet, save for the scraping of silverware along the glass plates' surface; as well as the clanking of the expensive chinaware. "Evelyn, Sebastian tells me you'll be in town this afternoon?" The boy questions, directing his sight to his older sister, one blue eye observing her as his other was covered with a black patch. "Yes," she responds, dabbing her napkin to her lips, "I've been needing to visit Nina for some time."

"A wardrobe update then?" The lady brings her cup to her, humming in confirmation. "Did you not just-""Excuse me, Master." Sebastian calls, "I hate to disturb your breakfast, however, there is a telephone call for you. I'm told it is of an urgent nature." Ciel stands, leaving to confront the call. Sebastian stays behind, out of courtesy to the house's Mistress.

Neither party ever has much to say to the other. Very much a Mistress and Butler relationship on the outside; when in reality, both know of each other's true faces. The nasty secrets hidden within all those smiles. Yet, even so, conversation was... awkward. The Lady Phantomhive was a different breed of woman, something the butler hadn't encountered prior to their first meeting. Most times he could break a tough front with a charming smile and skillful actions. Not this Mistress, however. Alas, that is what makes her very much captivating.