Sebastian Michaelis x Male Reader

IX

Today is one of these new typical days. It has become a nice routine. Sebastian does his duty as a butler, tending to his master's every whim. He gets to have a few moments of peace now because I spend all of my time keeping the Young Master's incompetent staff in check. I help Mey-rin a lot when she's dealing with fragile things. I make sure Finney doesn't destroy the yard. And Bard...oh Bard...I should just call myself the cook. I only ever have him do the dishes afterwards.

"The Young Master has is not feeling too well this morning and requests a soup from you," Sebastian suddenly says from behind me. I turn to him and offer a gentle smile. "How has today been for you so far?"

"Hm? It hasn't been that bad today," I tell him. "I would like to take another trip soon. Things have become a tad boring around here in the past weeks. I don't know how you manage to deal with it, serving such a whiny child on top of it all."

"My Young Master has his reasons for complaining," he replies with a small smirk on his lips. "But you do realize, (y/n)," he tells me quietly while snaking his arms around my waist, "that you are more trouble than he could ever be." His hands move across my stomach and he lets out a soft chuckle. "My, my, (y/n). You're beginning to get fat." He pinches the bit of extra flesh that I have collected over the past few weeks. "And how have you managed this?"

"Forgive me for indulging in simple pleasure," I mutter under my breath. "I'm no fatter than the Young Master is."

"My Young Master is a noble. He sits in his chair all day and eats the sweets presented to him by you. One would think there is a reason for his...baby fat." He pinches my chub even harder, causing me to let out a quiet yelp. "What is your excuse, my beloved?"

"I've been...eating more lately than I have in a long time," I mumble. "Why do you even care? It's not like I've become that fat or anything."

"We've been too lenient on your workout lately," Sebastian tells me with a small smile on his face. Suddenly, he jumps on top of me, knocking me to the ground. "Take me to my Master."

"W-what!?" I nearly scream at him. I can barely breathe right now. "You're so dense! How much do you weigh? Two hundred kilograms*!?" I try to push him off of me, but he refuses to move. "What are you trying to do?"

"I told you."

"I don't want to carry you anywhere!" I huff. Sebastian smiles, but doesn't move. "Get off of me."

"You're too weak to even make me do that," he spits, that snarky little smirk ever present on his face. "If you want me off of you, do it yourself."

"Pluto!" I call.

"N-no. (y/n), bringing that filthy beast over here really isn't necessary." He begins to get up, but I pull him back down. "You should feel blessed that I am so gentle with you. If you were anyone else, aside from my Master, I would have killed you already."

"There was a time when you would have killed me for any reason," I whisper to him. Sebastian looks down at me and frowns. "I have a question for you."

"What is it?" he replies so softly, I can barely hear it.

"Do you promise to love me forever?"

"Of course."

"Say it."

"I promise; I will always love you."

"We're going to London again."

"Again?" I ask the Young Master. "What is the reason this time? Is it for the Queen again?"

"Not in the least," Ciel tells me. "I have some personal business to take care of. And I know Sebastian would like to take the time to gather more information on your heritage."