「Anime x Reader One Shots」

Night of My Life (Sebastian Michaelis x Handicapped!Reader)

It was the night of the big ball in the Phantomhive manor. Ciel had granted the servants' permission to attend the ball if they wished, leaving all of them ecstatic, aside from yourself. Due to a carriage accident when you were very young, you ended up paralyzed from the waist down, rendering you to living the rest of your life in the confines of a wheelchair.

Ciel had been gracious enough to accept you as one of his servants despite your inability to do some tasks, but Sebastian managed to find you a place in the manor as a helper to the other servants. Whether it be watering the flowers while Finny did all the hard lifting, keeping the fire extinguisher ready whenever Bard prepared a meal, or even folding clothes for Mey-Rin as she brought them to their respective rooms, it still made you feel useful. Even if you were merely just a servant, you held a place in life and that's all you needed.

The other servants made sure to finish all of their appointed tasks earlier than usual so they would have time to prepare for the ball. It was all they would talk about since hearing the news of it and you managed to keep a happy smile plastered on your face when they did discuss it even if just the thought of people dancing when you couldn't was enough to make your heart sink.

Nevertheless, you agreed to help Mey-Rin get ready for the ball and was astounded by how beautiful she looked when dressed in something besides a maid's outfit. You couldn't help but feel happy for her. Even if you wouldn't, you wanted her to have an enjoyable night at the ball.

"You look gorgeous, Mey-Rin," you told her, causing a faint blush to appear on her cheeks.

"You're too sweet, yes you are."

The long, red dress she wore brought out her hair which was now out of her usual pigtails. Despite the fancy occasion, she still refused to remove her glasses. Even with them on, she still looked stunning.

"Now it's your turn to get dressed up, yes it is!" she exclaimed as she pulled a blue dress out from her closet. Your mouth hung agape once you realized this was what she had in mind all along.

"It's so pretty...," you said before sighing, "but it's not worth it. I can't dance."

"Now that doesn't mean you can't at least look the part!"

You hesitated. It was an odd idea, one that you would've never thought of on your own, but you weren't against it. Even if you couldn't dance with the other people attending the ball, you at least wanted to be just as dressed up as they would be. With your mind finally made up, you nodded and allowed her to help dress you for the ball.

Trying to get dressed was a difficult and stressful task for you, especially when it came to putting on a dress. Eventually, the job was done and Mey-Rin went to work dolling you up with hairstyles and makeup. All in all, it took a vigorous hour to get you ready, but neither of you regretted it when you both could see the finished product.

"Oh, my! You look so beautiful you're about to crack my glasses, yes you are!"

It was a compliment you didn't hear enough and her words made you blush. She wasn't the only one who recognized your beauty that night. From the moment you entered the ballroom on your wheelchair, all eyes were on you. At first, you brushed it off as nothing more than people in awe of your wheelchair, but that thought quickly dissipated away when you heard bits and pieces of comments regarding your dress and hair.

None of them doubted your beauty, yet no one approached you.

And why should they?

That was a new thought circling your mind. After all, it wasn't like you could dance with any of them. You were nothing more than a mere decoration at that ball; something beautiful and immobile.

"It's a shame that a beautiful, young lady such as yourself can't take part in such festivity," a familiar voice said.

Looking beside you, you noticed that Sebastian - who was dressed in a different suit than usual - was suddenly there, viewing the people dancing without taking part in any of it himself.

"And what about you?" you inquired, a hint of envy in your voice. "You have two working legs; why aren't you dancing like everyone else?"

"I'm only planning on having one dance this evening and I've been saving it for one person in particular."

Before you could question who that person could be, he swiftly picked you up from your wheelchair and placed you on your feet, continuing to support your body so you wouldn't fall over.

"S-Sebastian!" you shrieked, not expecting his sudden behavior. Your hands desperately gripped at his suit in fear of falling back, wrinkling the neat fabric in the process.

"There's no need to be frightened, [name]. I only wish to have a dance with a beautiful young lady if you will allow me to," he said in a velvety smooth voice, a smirk appearing on his lips. "Don't you trust me?"

Considering the circumstances, it seemed crazy to put your trust in what he had in mind. Yet, you couldn't help but unconditionally trust this man. He was the one who found you nearly starved to death on the streets and brought you in to serve for this manor. He saved your life and that alone was enough to earn your trust.

You slowly nodded, your grip on his suit loosening. It was only Sebastian; you had nothing to fear.

"Put your arms around my neck," he ordered.

You didn't hesitate to obey. As soon as your arms were secured around his neck, he adjusted your legs so that your feet rested atop of his. You gasped when you realized what exactly he had in mind, but had no time to react.

A new song started playing and Sebastian wasted no time to begin his dance with you. Your muscles tensed up as you felt you moved across the ballroom with the help of him, not used to this movement. As soon as you realized that this wasn't a dream and it was, in fact, reality, you couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

It had been years since you'd been able to move like this and you were absolutely ecstatic to be dancing, even if the assistance from someone else was necessary. You didn't care. All that mattered was that you were having the time of your life with someone you cared for deeply.

The first dance wasn't enough for neither of you. Sebastian quickly rid himself of his earlier statement of only having one dance. He didn't want to stop after seeing how happy you looked. The two of you continued dancing for the rest of the night - three hours of pure bliss.

With each hour that passed, more and more guests left to return back to their homes until it was only you and Sebastian left in the ballroom. The amount of stamina he had to move both you and himself across the room for this long was astounding, but you held no complaints. You never wanted this night to end.

As the final song played by the orchestra finally came to an end, Sebastian dipped your body down low, completely catching you off guard. You panic was quick to wash away when you noticed how close his face was to yours. You could see yourself reflected in his red eyes and feel his warm breath periodically hit your face.

Without realizing you were doing so, you slowly tilted your head upwards and connected your lips with his. You seemed more surprised by your own actions than he did for he didn't even hesitate to kiss you back.

When he finally pulled away, he carried you over to your awaiting wheelchair and carefully placed you down. It was unfortunate that the night of your life was finally coming to an end, but you would never forget it.

Sebastian bowed before you, almost completely concealing the smirk he bore on his face.

"It was a pleasure being of service to you tonight, my lady."