Garden of Thorns: Black Butler x Reader

2- The Manor

You arrived at the manor. When a dark haired butler with stunning, red eyes opened the door, you could only assume he was the man who two were talking about on the way to the manor because Grell shrieked his name and surrounded him with his embrace. Grell's face was rubbing up against the butler's chest. The man sighed and spoke with very posh and seductive silk for a voice. "Hello, Grell.. Oh?" He looked behind Grell and smiled at you. "And who might this young lady be?"

Wanting to see Grell blush again, you said, "Your lover mentors me." You joked. Grell's head stopped burying itself in the man's uniform as he could feel the anger coming from inside of him. Grell let out a nervous laugh, hoping for mercy. Surprisingly, he kept smiling. He said, "Grell as my lover? Come now, don't be so foolish." He pried Grell off of him using just his index finger and thumb. He must be strong to have thrown someone with superhuman strength off so forcefully. Devilishly perfect looks, whopping amount of strength, knows gods of death... you put the pieces together and shouted out your conclusion, "Demon..!" you gasped and covered your mouth shamefully. "I.. I mean.." You stuttered. He looked at you with a bit of surprise, threw out his shocked expression in exchange for yet another smirk and walked up to you. 

"Well, I am one hell of a butler." He said, putting extra emphasis on the word 'hell'. He lifted your hand and made eye contact with you as he kissed it. When he let go, his smirk widened a bit and his eyes shone a mysterious shade of pink. This made you jump a little. Still, you weren't completely terrified of him. He made a pun. While trying to act scary and seductive. A pun. Your first impression on him was just left as mysterious. He continued, "Welcome to the Phantomhive manor. Please do come in; I'll prepare tea." You walked in, and the manor greeted you with a set of three servants stumbling down a gorgeous staircase crying, "Sebastian, Sebastian!" His face changed into a clear sign that they've all done something utterly stupid.

The dark pink haired maid stood all the way to the left of the three lot. With tears emerging from her giant spectacles, she started,"All of the young master's laundry caugh' aflame when I tripped over Baldroy, n' he was using 'is flamethrower, yes he was!" Next in line was Baldroy, his hair was puffed up into an afro covered in ash, which helped him hide the flamethrower behind his back. He let the cigarette in his mouth hang loosely and he looked very calm when he tried explaining. "Well, the young master said he wanted something sweet to eat, so I figured I could speed up the waiting time for a cake I was baking by using me flamethrower.. So the cake exploded, and now it's everywhere on the walls over in that room there." He pointed to the room they came from. The next servant looked younger than the other two; very innocent looking. He bawled at the butler saying, "I was going to tell them to look at how pretty I made the garden look, but my weedkiller spilled on the laundry basket Meyrin was carrying.. When she tripped in front of Baldroy, the flames spread all over the clothes..It's-it's all my f-fauuuult..!" He starting crying uncontrollably. 'Bassy', or Sebastian, sighed and promised he'd fix everything.

"I'm ever so terribly sorry you had to witness their idiocy." He grinned again and led you two towards a table in the backyard to show off the flowers Finnian was talking about. It was a beautiful rose garden, and you thought it was surprising for such an inept servant. When you sat down, you asked Sebastian, "So if you're not the man who owns this manor, who is?"

"That would be the Earl of Phantomhive. He's heading here as we speak. It won't be but a moment now." Grell sat next to you and began drinking his tea right away. You, for some reason, had an unexplained fear of extreme temperature- high temperatures, mostly- and you didn't want to be impolite by not drinking the tea while it was still burning hot, so you started some small talk with Grell to make it seem like you weren't avoiding drinking the tea. After a minute or two, a boy came out the door. He didn't look like a servant, though, so you assumed it was the son of the noble who owned the property you're currently sitting in.