𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 || sebastian michaelis x reader

『Chapter 22』

"Here you are." You placed the tray of the 'special' dish ahead of Brandel as you named it. "A galette des Rois."

"Y/n, huh? A beautiful name for a beautiful lady." Cedric whispered for you to hear, sending your a glance. You twitched an eye, forcing a smile. If only Ciel didn't give you orders to be 'nice', you would skin this man alive. Though you left a little message for him.

"Say that again and you'll deal with the devil behind you." You calmly smiled. He chuckled, taking your words as a joke. You moved away, standing by Sebastian's side. "Did he say something to you, dear?" He lowered his head to you and whispered only for you to hear. "Oh, don't worry. He was dumb to take my response as a joke." You saw the corner of his lips curved slightly, you knew he liked this side of you.

The dinner went out quietly as suddenly, Cedric started to taunt Ciel forwardly. He stood up from his seat, the chair behind him fell from the impact. He pointed to Ciel, threatening him, "The two things I hate the most are cocky brats and bets that don't make money!" as he then yelled out, "Drop dead, guard dog!" before finally hiding under the dining table.

You shook your head at his attempt. Too bad for him you already took down his minions. What was he thinking? That his men would get in and shot everyone here? Please, that was so in his imagination.

After a few seconds, he got back up, a terrified look on his face. "Oh, did you drop something, Mr. Brandel?" You asked, tilting your head. Cedric was filled with confusion along with fear. He looked around, sweat beads were visible on his forehead.

"I do believe you're drunk. Please try some of this and no more alcohol." Ciel remarked. Cedric hesitantly nodded, sitting back on his chair which you picked up for him. He shakily grabbed his fork, taking a bite of the fancy dish. However, when swallowed it, he choked and spit out a bullet.

"Ah, congratulations. It seems you have la fève." Said Sebastian, pouring tea into his cup.

"Your friends leave this behind. So I'll return it to you." He referred to the bullet, bending down to his side. Cedric stood up in horror, trying to get away.

You took a small step forward, "Your friends seem to come quite a while before you did." said you as you let Sebastian finish your words. "So, We've already given them a warm Phantomhive welcome."

"Th-That's impossible. There were at least fifty of them. How could you fight them all, a-alone?" Cedric mumbled, panic lingered on his tone. You sighed disappointedly, "Do please give me some credits, would you? He wasn't alone." Cedric averted his gaze to you, shaking his head aggressively. "What?!"

From behind you all, Ciel spoke up. "Lau told me you were dealing with guns in the black market. And he was never on your side."

"Sebastian, make a new pot of tea!" He ordered. Sebastian walked to him, a pot of tea ready in his hands.

You heard Cedric shriek as he pulled out a loaded gun from his suit. "Just die already, you little brat!" He yelled, firing the gun three times, but none of them hit anything. Sebastian caught the bullets in his fingers mid-air. He turned to him and dropped them to the floor.

"I just returned your belongings, and you've already lost more of them," Sebastian responded as he walked closer to Cedric.

"Wh-what? How is-? How are my men easily be defeated by you?! And her! She couldn't be that strong!" Cedric stumbled with his step, looking at you and Sebastian over and over. You grinned and let out a small chuckle, "You're lucky the young master ordered me to play nice. Though I hated it. And I don't like the way you underestimated me." ending your words with a sly smirk wasn't enough for him to realize he was doomed. He aimed his gun at you, pulling the trigger as you saw the bullet flew to your face. You saw Sebastian moved to you from the corner of your eye. Bold of him to assume you'd let him block the bullet for you.