~The Queen's Butler...Arrogant~ (Charles Grey x Reader)

Chapter 16: The she-butler, aware of her heart

A/N: here's the Type O Negative song I told y'all about in the last chapter, since they're currently my favorite band:

But I mean other than that I've been playing 'Two Princes' on repeat for hours due to my mental breakdown and now it's all I can hear help. 

Anywho, this chapter's question:

What's your favorite movie?

Mine is the entire Alien Franchise, minus Alien Covenant. I mean, it wasn't bad, it just wasn't as good as the rest of the movies. Prometheus and Aliens were fucking AWESOME though, they're my two favorites of the franchise. 

Anyways, enjoy!

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"It's so spooky down here, I wouldn't be surprised to see a ghost."

After the whole ordeal with Woodley, everyone sat down calmly once again and sorted out how we'd handle this issue of Sebastian's key being missing. In the end, everyone decided that it was best to allow Dr. Arthur to lead the investigation, which brought us to now where we were headed to the wine cellar in the dark to see if we could locate the key on Sebastian's body. By we, I meant myself, Grey, Dr. Arthur, Lord Phantomhive, and two of the male servants, the chef and the gardener who I'd come to learn the names of as Finnian and Bardroy. It was Dr. Arthur who had made that comment about our surroundings, which had provoked the fear in Grey.

"Now don't joke like that! Ghosts and ghouls aren't real! I only believe in that which I can cut my sword," He attested, having seemingly subconsciously wrapped his arm around mine.
"Then perhaps you'd be fine to release my arm and walk on your own," I said with a fake chirp to my voice, watching as his face flushed red and he let go of me.
"I-I was looking after you (N/n), I thought you might be frightened," he spluttered, myself giggling as I elbowed him gently.
"You know I'm alright," I teased, holding my hand out for him, "If you wanted to hold my hand then you could have just asked."
Grey huffed before ignoring me, to which I snickered and we arrived at the bottom of the large stairwell.

"Here we are, if you're ready," Bardroy called from the very bottom as he placed his hand onto the door handle.
As he did, Grey moved to behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders, clearly hoping that I'd protect him if any ghosts came flying out of the room. None did though, and we all entered, the Doctor before us as he approached Sebastian's body and pulled the sheet off of him. Though when he had, he revealed that Sebastian's face was covered in droplets of water.

"...his face is wet," he pointed out with a tinge of confusion to his voice.
"Guess there must've been a leak up there, not too surprising really," Bardroy sighed as he looked up to the ceiling.
"That seems real disrespectful, don't it? Let's move him somewhere dry," Finnian suggested with his two hands balled up into fists.
"Yes, that's a good idea," The Doctor acquiesced, looking at the boy, "moisture will accelerate the body's rate of decay."
"...decay..." Finnian whispered as the look in his eyes changed, but he remained strong in himself, "...right."
"I'd like to examine him, but it'd be a job taking his clothes off. Rigor mortis has made the body stiff..." As the Doctor spoke, I could see the way Finnian was beginning to tense up, "...let's turn him over-"
"No!" The strawberry blonde shouted as he kneeled down in front of Arthur with his arms outstretched, "he's not some thing, he's a person! Even if he is dead! And he deserves better...he was important to us-"
"Finny."
The boy turned around at the sound of Lord Phantomhive's voice to find him with a stern look in his young features.
"If you're going to behave like a child, you can leave. You're in the way," he said firmly, the older boy drooping as he stood up and joined the chef at his side.