The Butler, Interested [Sebastian x Reader]

The L/Ns, Invited

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"Wake up, Mistress!" My butler's voice echoed in my head. I shifted slightly, opening my eyes to be face to face with my butler.

I yawned, sitting up, "Could you please not move your face so close to mine to wake me up, you can simply draw the curtains."

An ashamed look fell on his face. He mumbled, "Sorry mistress.. It's been so long since I've had a Master or Mistress~!"

"You killed your last Mistress," I looked at him with cold eyes, "Grell."

Yes, my butler is Grell Sutcliff. He isn't too horrible, just messes up every once in a while. He has an obsession over Sebastian Michaelis, the Phantomhive butler. He also has an obsession over William T. Spears. To be honest, I feel bad for the both of them, even if Sebastian is apart of my 'nemesis's' household.

I didn't have anything against the Phantomhives, but the Earl of Phantomhives absolutely loathed me. It was all because I had a great reputation and I was beginning to rise and be at the top where the Phantomhives are at currently. Also, he dislikes that I have a fake act, although he does as well. I know there is something suspicious with his butler, but I can't seem to figure it out. Grell won't tell me about Sebastian at all, so I'm out of luck to find out anything about the Phantomhives anytime soon.

"Oh that's the past, Mistress. I didn't have any contract with her now," Grell smirked deviously at me.

I returned the smirk, "That is correct. Besides, she was the Phantomhive's aunt, and they loathe us."

"So you agree that she deserved it~?" Grell hummed.

"She did not 'deserve' it... How about we say that it was a requirement to progress?" I told the usual flamboyant butler.

Grell replied, "Good choice of words, Mistress," He walked over to my laid out outfit for today, and brought it over to where I was. I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and sat there patiently. He slid my nightgown off and dressed me in my outfit today.

"Am I doing anything special today?" I asked Grell as he finished braiding my hair.

"Hmmm..... OH! Lunch with Trancy," His expression turned from joy to blank.

"Earl Booty Shorts? What business do I have with that so called 'Earl'?" I asked in annoyance.

Grell laughed lightly at what I called Alois. He replied, "I have no idea what business he has with the L/N Estate, but perhaps it's important."

"Have you been fantasizing about that Phantomhive butler?" I questioned Grell.

"Is it that obvious?!" He immediately asked, his face a bright pink.

"Whenever you fantasize about that butler you act more proper," I told him.

"Ooh, so my dear Bassy's personality rubs off on me~?" My butler suddenly had flamboyancy in his voice again.

"Indeed," I gave him a light smile in the mirror. I turned around and said, "You are better than that butler. He may seem better, but you are. You actually embrace your flamboyant attitude and actually act in an entertaining way. Besides, it's been a while since you have had a fight with him, has it not?"

Grell grinned, "Thank you for the compliment, and yes, it has been a while since I fought my dear Sebas-chan~"

"You have definitely gotten stronger since that fight, so, you may be able to actually beat him," I grinned mischievously.

"That would be fun," Grell smirked.

At least I praise my butler, unlike that Phantomhive Earl. Too bad as well, that butler actually does quite a well job.

"Maybe we'll arrange that one day. But, for now, I am quite hungry," I stood up, a smirk tugging at my lips.

"Oh, right, Mistress! But, before you do, you have to put on your lipstick," Grell handed me a crimson red lipstick.

"Right, I cannot forget this," I took the lipstick and applied it. If I did not wear it, my contract mark with Grell would be completely obvious. Luckily I can just cover it up with some lipstick.

"Aren't you glad I made the seal red?" Grell asked, grinning.

"It was more painful, but definitely worth it," I returned the smile.

His grin became sadistic, "Sebas-chan and Ciel have a contract~"

"I assumed that," I replied, standing up, "Why else would he wear that eyepatch?"

"Bassy's is on his left hand," Grell told me.

"Your seal is on your lips as well," I replied to my butler.

My flamboyant grinned, "What would you like for breakfast?"

"You have not made it yet?!" I yelled at Grell.

He laughed, "No, Mistress."

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Sighing, I looked out the window. "What would Trancy want to talk about...." I muttered under my breath. To be honest, I would rather have lunch with Ciel, at least he doesn't gush over pathetic things, nor is he materialistic like Viscount Druitt.

The carriage came to a sudden halt, making me jerk forward, almost face planting into the other side of the seats.

"Real lady like, Y/N," You mumbled, face palming. The carriage door opened, waiting patiently at the bottom was Grell, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Mistress, did you have fun with that other cushion?" He teased.

I took his hand for a brief moment to get down the steps, then immediately let go. I said, "Oh shut up."

I walked up the steps to the Trancy Estate, Grell following behind me. When we reached the door, Grell knocked delicately on the door. No matter how crazed he can be, he still is graceful when knocking.

The door opened, being welcomed by no one other than Claude Faustus, Alois's butler. He's an arse as well.

"Good afternoon, Miss L/N, Grell," Claude greeted in a bored, yet silky tone. What a bore.

"Good afternoon to you too, Claude," I replied, giving a light smile to show gratitude.

Grell spoke in a flamboyant tone, "Oh good afternoon to you Claude~"

When Claude turned his back on us and said, "This way," Grell's face turned to disgust.

EVEN CLAUDE DISGUSTS GRELL! Now that means something.

Claude lead us into the dining room, Alois was sat casually at the end of the dining table. His lips held a devious smirk.

"Why hello, Y/N," Alois greeted me.

"Hello Alois," I greeted in a casual tone, keeping my composure. I sat at the other end of the dining table.

There was another knock at the door, which confused me, "Alois," I asked, "Is there someone else who will be joining us?"

"Yes, Y/N~" Alois grinned.

Claude left the room to answer the door. Grell looked at me with a confused facial expression. I was just as confused as he was.

"Good afternoon, Ciel Phantomhive," Claude's voice rang in the mansion.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," I muttered, face palming.

"BASSY~!" Grell immediately yelled, running out of the room.

This will most likely end horribly.