Grellxreader Butler to die for! ☆

You were going to die.

Death, that's it, no other chance.

And it's all because you wanted to take the shortcut home, and that also happened to be a busy route that carriages took.

As you looked up into the dark night sky, which contained so many stars that you would never see again you thought about the last time you saw them. Yet while you were seeing those very stars fade you couldn't help thinking about what you could've changed. The strange thing though, is that your life was flashing before your eyes, from beginning to end.

It really didn't seem like you did a lot of selfish things, and you swore that if you lived through this, you wouldn't be like you were before.

Oh no, none of that being self-less crap, you were going to be selfish and enjoy it! No one was going to guilt you into doing nice things that you didn't want to do!

You could see it now, "But, everyone wants you to come to the party, we'll be disappointed."

"Yeah, but I don't want to go." And hang up on them!

Perhaps things were fading too fast, because you swore you saw red, a lot of it really. Does that mean that things are going by fast, if things were red? Though there was the matter of you dying at the moment.

No, but things can't end like this though, they just can't!

Darkness. 

Well apparently they can.

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When you woke up you were fine though. You were at home, safe, in your bed. Well maybe fine wasn't the right word for it, actually your legs hurt like hell.

Well I was run over...

Your maid walked into your room. "_____, your parents are here to see you." And speak of the devil, your mother came running into the room. "Oh, ______! Are you alright, how do you feel?"

"I just got run over, how do you think I feel?"

"Oh honey, I wish that this never happened!"

"That makes two of us!"

"Well, but, honey, I need you to hang in there and go to this event for me. I know that your injured, but I need you to go in your sister's place."

"Ye-" You thought about it for a second. "No, I don't want to go, so I'm not going! She has two legs that work!"

"Please reconsider dear!"

"I'm not going anywhere!" She pouted and walked out of the room. Then your father scurried in.

"Hey _____, your mother wants to go home, so I just want to say that we hired a butler to take care of you."

"I have one and a maid already though."

"Oh, but he should be able to help you better, I think he has medical expertise. Your mother is waiting, bye." As your father ran to your mother, you heard more footsteps. A young man, well probably about your age, walked in. He had his hair in a ponytail, and you could see behind the glasses that he had golden eyes. "Hello madam, I am Grell, Grell Sutcliffe."

"______, ______  _______." You smiled at the butler; well he seemed like a nice enough person.

Then again looks can be deceiving

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The man served as your butler for months, long enough that you had healed and giggled when he clumsily dropped your tea, or failed to do something. To be quite honest though, it felt a little odd that the best friend you had ever had was your clumsy butler.