The Butler, Interested [Sebastian x Reader]

The L/Ns, Masquerades

+ Your Point Of View +

I opened my eyes by someone shaking my shoulder lightly. My eyes flew open immediately, looking at the person. It was Grell.

"Mistress, we are back at the mansion," He looked at me, "Are you alright? Did you rest well?"

I nodded lightly, "Yeah, I am alright." I sat up, a yawn escaping my lips.

Grell took my hand lightly and guided me out of the carriage. I let go of his hand and looked around. No place better than my own mansion.

I walked up the steps and walked into the mansion, yawning again.

"Mistress, would you like to get some rest?" Grell asked me, looking at me.

"Yes, I'm just worn out from today, it's been pure insanity," I stretched my arms. Grell picked me up bridal style and took me to my room.

Grell put me down at my door, "Rest well~!" His flamboyant cheerfulness kicked in.

I opened my door and shut it as soon as I was inside. I didn't even bother to take my clothes off, I just went straight to the bed and laid down. My eyes closed, my thoughts travelled off into a dream, the dream being of Sebastian Michaelis.

+ Sebastian's Point Of View +

"Sebastian, you never told me that Y/N had a contract with Grell!" Ciel yelled at me, frustrated about what had happened today.

"Sincere apologies, Young Master, I had no idea that Miss L/N had a contract with Grell," I told him truthfully, giving a small bow.

He sighed heavily, then waved his hand in a shooing motion. I nodded, leaving my lord's office. Y/N L/N was quite the interesting human... A smirked played on my lips. An interesting human indeed. I frankly had no idea she had a contract with Grell. What will Grell get when the contract is fulfilled? Her soul?

Wait... Why are my thoughts set on this girl that is considered the Phantomhive's competition? I shook my head lightly.

"Merely because she is different than most humans, like my Young Master... Yes," I muttered under my breath. A loud crash broke my thought process.

A sigh left my lips. I walked out of the hall and down the stairs to the kitchen. I opened the door, expecting to see Mey-Rin in a clutter of broken plates, but instead I found Grell on the floor with broken glass around him.

"And what the hell are you doing?" I questioned the redhead sat on the floor.

"Oh Bassy~!" Grell hopped up, smiling mischievously.

I took a small step back, "Why are you here?"

"Mistress' order," The redhead replied in a bit of a hesitant tone.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked, eyeing the uncertain butler.

Grell sighed in defeat, "I'm here because I heard my Mistress mumbling something about 'Damned Phantomhives' in her sleep the night before."

"Well, my Master has not done anything before today to cause her to loathe him, so, you might as well be on your way," I told him, shooing him away.

"I still haven't fulfilled my Mistress' order from earlier, though," Grell smirked.

"Well, that is your business, so please do leave. You are technically trespassing on the Phantomhive Estate," I explained.

Grell huffed and said, "Oh what a bother! I'll be on my way then, my dear Bassy...."

+ Your Point Of View +

I felt heat on my face. Opening my eyes, I saw that the curtains had been drawn. I sat up, noticing that I had been changed into some simple pajamas.

"Grell," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

I heard the flamboyant tone of my butler say, "What is it Mistress?"

"Is there anything important planned for today?" I asked my butler, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. Grell's aura seemed to be suspiciously more flamboyant than usual.

"Oh absolutely~!" He gushed, practically running over to me and unbuttoned my sleep shirt, "There will be a Masquerade Ball held at the Phantomhive Manor tonight!! And YOU are invited, Mistress!"

"I am?" I questioned, my e/c eyes widening.

"Indeed~" My butler grinned, dressing me in my usual clothing.

"Is that all that is planned for today, Grell?" I asked him once again.

"Yes, Mistress," Grell said, brushing my hair back and placing it into a ponytail.

A yawn escaped my lips, my eyes sleepy. I took my crimson lipstick and applied it on my lips.

Grell squealed and began dancing around my room, a big grin on his face.

I face palmed, saying, "You bloody weirdo."

"What a compliment," Grell said sarcastically, grinning.

"Did you prepare breakfast for me this morning, or did you not just like yesterday?" I looked over at my butler who was still having a fangirl moment.

"I did not," He continued grinning.

I said, "You are an abnormal butler, but what makes you great is your flamboyancy."