A Demon's Help (Sebastian x Reader)

Chapter 18

Ciel's POV

I see (y/n) tense up at my request, but her face stays calm.

Seeing her react like that tells me two things about her: she takes her job seriously, and she knows everything I thought she knew, especially when I saw how she treated Sebastian.

She knows Claude is a demon.

She is the right -human- for this job. And for Sebastian.

(Y/n) doesn't speak, she just sits there, her mouth hanging open in confusion, her (e/c) eyes glazed over, as if lost in thought. Or a memory.

Flashback

Huffing my skirts, I walk up the grand stairs of the mansion, the cobblestone smacking against the heel of my boots. Before me stands a door, taller than 3 of me, adorned with golden spiders, crawling up the door like a web. Eyes glancing over the spider knocker, my fingers wrap around the hook, and smash it upon the door in a set, smash, smash, smash.

Fingers drumming against my thighs, a few minutes go by, the metal of the door looming above me like a cold, silent push to leave.

But I'm more determined than that.

Swallowing, I wrap my fingers around the hook again, harder this time, and give three more knocks, each one more solid than the last, the sound reverberating off the door and the stale air around me, my dress brimming against my thighs.

Waiting around some more, and I start to become impatient. I ball my fingers into a fist, ready to punch the door down, when I hear a click and a voice behind the door.

"Coming."

One word, one word sends a shiver down my spine. A creak breaks the silence, quickly followed by a man, owner of the voice from beyond the door.

Glasses perched on a stout nose, cloaking golden eyes bright as Hades' gold, hair purple as a dark mountain cast in twilight. This man...he isn't a man, is he?

A bad feeling sweeps over me, but I shake it off, not one to shrew away from danger, or a job. Giving the man my best smile, I curtsy to him, wondering who this strange man is.

I hear a whistle of breath escape his lips. "Ah, you must be (y/n). No need to curtsy to the fellow help, but I do appreciate the respect. Come right this way, I'll show you around."

The unnamed man moves slightly out of the way, his gloved hands holding the door open, presumably for me.

Seeing the hesitation, the man holds out a hand, a devilish smile dancing on his face. "Come now, we should'd keep the Lord waiting."

The Lord? Is the young Earl mocking a religious presence?

Holding in my scoff, I tuck my skirts to my hips, ducking beneath the tall butler, entering the mansion behind him, leaving the streets in my past. Where they belong.

"What a beautiful mansion. And this is where I'll be staying and working?" Turning around, I make eye contact with the butler's chest, my height forcing my chin upwards.

"Yes. This is where our Lord, Earl Trancy, presides. Along with me, you'll be working with the other 4 help."

"4? Why does he need my help if he already has 5 other people?"

The butler lets out a chuckle, a gloved hand trapping the sound in. "Well, you see, (y/n), our Lord has heard quite a bit about you, and your, potential. And my, he just had to give you your bet opportunity. You can't blame the boy for wanting the best on his staff."

Present Day

(Y/N)'s POV

"(Y/N)? Is everything alright?"

Blinking back from my past, my eyes focus in on a glass, sparkling red wine reflecting like blood off the light, the pungent smell of grapes wafting through my nose.

All telltale signs that I'm not at the Tancy Manor, but indeed, at the Phantomhive Estate, Fully coming to, I bring my gaze back to Ciel, his hands clenching on the arms of the chair, Sebastian now by his side.

"Yes, everything is alright. I apologize, I must've slipped into a daydream." I shake my head, my (e'c) hair moving in front of my face, hopefully acting as a curtain to shield my growing blush of embarrassment.

"A daydream that lasted almost a half hour. I thought you had left us Miss (l/n)." Sebastian meets where I am, standing beside me as he puts a hand to my forehead.

"You feel fine. Are you feeling okay?"

I look up at the head butler, a piece of his hair out of place, falling in front of his eyes, red as a beautiful crimson sunset. I seem to lose myself in those eyes, my heart beating fast against my chest. Without much thought, my hand moves from my side, moving the piece of hair back into place behind his ear.

A surprised look overcomes his usual calm one, and a hint of red crosses his pale cheeks. He leans closer, as if to continue checking me for any ailments. I feel his lips grade the bottom of my ear, his hair sliding against the side of my neck.

A shiver courses up my spine, my breath hitching in my throat. His word are guttural, the lowest tone I have ever heard. "You do know, that's my job?"

I turn my head, our eyes locking, lips inches away from each other's. "And what if I said nay to gender roles, hm?" I smirk, seeing the fire ignite behind his eyes.

He stands, chuckling. "She seems perfectly fine. A long daydream is all it was."

Sebastian bows to Ciel, and sends a smirk my way. "Thank you Sebastian. You are dismissed now."

Bowing again, the head butler takes his leave from the dining hall. Taking the opportunity, I shift my weight, regaining comfort in the seat, my attention fully on Ciel.

Fingers intertwining, the Earl rests his elbows on the table, his group hands in front of his face, eye gleaming. "Now, where were we?"