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[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Ten

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Ten: One Hell of a Camera

Summary: A strange woman with a camera is convinced by a man with golden eyes to go on a rampage, and (Y/N) and Sebastian have to clean up the mess and handle a troublesome reaper in red.

            “An aspect of the Phantomhives’ past that I don’t know about?” said Ciel as the carriage pulled away from the mansion to take him, Sebastian, and (Y/N) to his latest assignment.

            “It is no wonder,” said Sebastian, treading carefully. “You had to assume responsibility for the Phantomhive household before the late head could tell you everything.”

            “Well, I couldn’t ask for a better chance,” said Ciel. “If I, the new family head, solve a case my father was involved in, news will spread in the underworld, and they will undoubtedly make a move.”

            (Y/N) watched him speak, knowing he had no idea he had already solved cases for Her Majesty, such as Jack the Ripper. So far, there had been few issues after the…incident with his soul. His confusion remained clear at times, but there had been no major problems. If Sebastian was lucky, there would be no more issues. (Alas, (Y/N) was a black cat. They knew fortune changed easily).

            “Do you intend to use yourself as bait?” Of course, Sebastian already knew Ciel’s plan since they had gone through it and succeeded in baiting the angel behind the Phantomhives’ demise.

            “I’ll drag the ones who hurt my pride and ruined my name out into the open and punish them as they deserve,” said Ciel. His eyes hardened. “I’ll go to any lengths.”

            How unfortunate. There is no one for him to get revenge on left, thought (Y/N).

            “What if you discover they are already dead?” said Sebastian.

            “In that case, I’ll tear apart their rotten flesh and scoop out the truth,” said Ciel. “That is all.”

            Sebastian smirked. “That is my master.”

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            “It looks like you’re having a hard time, Lord Randall,” said Ciel as he walked up to the crime scene. A large burn mark from the strange fiery death suffered there recently blackened the ground and wall.

            “Ciel Phantomhive,” said Randall.

            Ciel held up the letter with the Queen’s seal. “Would you mind updating me on the status of the investigation?”

            Randall was annoyed but complied. “We haven’t made any progress worth mentioning.”

            “Have you found any differences between this and the previous incident?” asked Ciel. He smirked. “This has happened before, right? There were cases similar to this?”

            “So, you know about that,” muttered Randall.

            “You have just confirmed it. Thank you,” said Ciel. “Would you mind showing me the records?”

            “There is nothing left,” said Randall.

            “What?” said Ciel.

            “Not that I would show you even if there was, of course,” said Randall, crossing his arms. “Scotland Yard will shed light on this case. We will find the cause, the culprit, and any connections to past incident. There is no place for you here.”

            “I wish that were so,” said Ciel. “Let’s go, Sebast—” He deadpanned.

            (Y/N) turned and blinked. Sebastian was fawning over a group of street cats. (Y/N) watched with an amused smile as he blushed and petted them, their cold heart twisting happily at seeing him like the creature of their motif so much.

            “Round, innocent eyes, unaware of this world’s impurities…A tail that lends its cuteness an air of refinement…some, rosy paws!” Sebastian cuddled two of the kittens close to him.

            “I always knew you picked me to mentor for a reason,” said (Y/N), their voice light and teasing.

            Sebastian froze as he looked up at them. Ah. Yes. (Y/N) was a cat demon. And he was fawning over cats… He cleared his throat and stood up. He really couldn’t quite remember if he liked (Y/N) because he liked cats or he liked cats because he liked (Y/N). With his feelings now, it all became a bit…hazy.

            “Well, I admit I have an inclination towards cats,” said Sebastian. He had recovered his wits quickly. “They are quite adorable.”

            (Y/N)’s heart clenched, and they rolled their eyes. “Don’t tease me.”

            “I wouldn’t dream of it,” said Sebastian.

            “Hurry up, you cat freaks,” muttered Ciel, walking past them.

            Sebastian and (Y/N) followed him as he got back into the carriage. “What do you plan to do now?” asked (Y/N).

            “If the Yard is useless, then there is only one place to go,” said Ciel.

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            Undertaker’s raucous laughter knocked the sign from his shop. Ciel had, of course, an irk mark as the cackles continued. (Y/N) watched the boy and man’s reactions in amusement. Sebastian continued his “comedy set.”

            “Ah, Great Britain indeed!” said Sebastian in an exaggeratedly lower-class accent. “Wait. What the hell? I can’t stand ya no more!” He bowed and switched to his regular voice. “Thank you for watching.”

            “Excellent,” giggled Undertaker as he pulled himself to flop on a coffin. “I never expected to see such stand-up in this country. I couldn’t have imagined this for a second.”

            “He was just talking to himself,” said Ciel.

            “You gave me a fine performance!” said Undertaker. “I shall keep my word.” He put down a vial of shimmering dust.

            “I want to see the ashes of the victims,” said Ciel.

            “Indeed.” Undertaker waved the vial around again. “Here they are, Earl. I scraped this up at the crime scene. They burned at such a high temperature, only ashes remained.” He tossed the vial to Ciel.

            The Earl examined it. “Hm.”

            “Perhaps we should go to the funeral to see if there’s any links between suspects. Friends, relatives, something of that sort,” suggested (Y/N).

            Ciel nodded. “We shall.”

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            (Y/N), Sebastian, and Ciel stood behind the rest of the funeral procession as the coffin, containing only a shoe, was lowered into the ground. The poor widowed husband was crying as people apologized for his loss. Even a photographer and his wife delivered a free photograph of him and his wife from before her death. As the photographer and his wife passed them as they departed, (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. A slight shimmer of particles in the air trailed the couple.

            Ciel glanced up at the demons, and they met his gaze.

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            “The material found in the ashes is identical to that which we gathered from the photographer and his wife,” reported Sebastian to Ciel.

            “Magnesium oxide,” said (Y/N). “It is what remains after flash photography burns magnesium.”

            “Photography, you say?” said Ciel.

            “I also managed to gain information regarding its import from Mr. Lau,” said Sebastian. He and (Y/N) glanced at one another. Lau had been civil and his usually “innocent” façade, their battle notwithstanding since Ciel couldn’t remember it.

            “A photo studio recently imported an unusually large supply,” said (Y/N). “Too much for simple flash photography in such a small studio.”

            “Yes. Moreover, the victims have one thing in common: they all had their wedding photos taken a few days before the incident,” said Sebastian.

            “All at Turner Photography,” said (Y/N).

            Ciel stood. “Let’s go. That couple knows the truth.”

            “Very well,” said Sebastian.

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            “Well, it looks like we’re a bit late,” remarked (Y/N) as they looked at the burning Turner Photography studio.

            “It does confirm our suspicions, however,” said Sebastian.

            “That’s the wife,” said Ciel, pointing to a woman running out of the building.

            The wife laughed and threw magnesium handfuls around her. “Happiness! Where is happiness?” she cackled.

            Ciel, Sebastian, and (Y/N) ran after her. The wife pressed the flash of the camera, and the magnesium erupted in a fiery blast.

            “Young Master!” Sebastian covered Ciel from the explosion.

            “She’s using that camera to start fires. Seize her!” ordered Ciel.

            “Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian, bowing.

            “With pleasure,” said (Y/N).

            They all took off after the pyromaniac once more. As they turned into an alleyway, however, a figure in red dropped down at them. (Y/N) braced themself and caught the flat edges of a chainsaw before it cut them.

            Sebastian drew up beside them, and Ciel paused, eyes widened as something registered as he gazed at the shade of red. An explosion of magnesium brought him back to his senses as quickly as his mind had drifted.

            “You, really?” (Y/N) narrowed their eyes in irritation, and their nose twitched.

            “It’s been so long, darling (Nickname)!” said Grell, grinning wildly.

            “So, you were pulling the strings, Grell,” said Sebastian.

            “The only string I’m pulling is the red string of fate that bind me to you, Seb—Ack!” Sebastian kicked Grell in the face to get her away from (Y/N).

            “How mean! Don’t be rough with me!” cried Grell.

            “You challenged us first,” said (Y/N).

            “I just go excited and slashed at you! No need to get serious,” pouted Grell. “I was chasing that woman, too.”

            “You were? You should stick to that next time,” said (Y/N), unimpressed.

            “Is this weirdo an acquaintance of yours?” said Ciel, stepping forward.

            Ah, yes, he doesn’t remember her, thought (Y/N).

            “She collects the souls of the dead. She is a Grim Reaper,” said Sebastian.

            “A Grim Reaper? I didn’t know there were others like you,” said Ciel.

            Grell looked at him in confusion but shrugged off the strange forgetfulness of the Earl (which was good since (Y/N) couldn’t be bothered to deal with Grell messing up anything).

            “I suppose you came to collect the souls of this incidents’ victims?” said Sebastian.

            Grell skipped closer to the demons. “But now that I’ve found you two, my work is at an end!” she cooed. “Now it’s for the three of us to have some fun~.”

            (Y/N) looked at Sebastian, ignoring Grell. “Let’s go. It could be troublesome for the Lord’s reputation if that woman kills more people with magnesium.”

            “I agree. We don’t have time for nonsense,” said Sebastian.

            “Hey! Pay attention to me!” pouted Grell. But she was annoyed as Sebastian, (Y/N), and Ciel avoided her and continued on. “Oh, wait for me!”

            People screamed and burned as the arsonist ran through the streets of London, throwing magnesium and igniting it every few moments. (Y/N) and Sebastian turned after her into an alley, but she disappeared from sight.

            “Oh, did she give you the slip?” cooed Grell.

            “Grell, should you not attend to your own job?” said Sebastian.

            “I am a huntress of love; my job is to catch you,” said Grell, grinning ear-to-ear. Her gaze grew more somber. “Plus, I only have one soul to collect.”

            “Only one?” (Y/N) furrowed their brow.

            Grell opened her book. “Margaret Turner. After committing indiscriminate mass murder, she will burn herself to death at 12:05 am. According to the record book, hers is the only soul I need to collect.”

            “What about those burning?” said (Y/N). A scream of someone burning to death punctuated their words.

            “You see? That woman’s victims are completely consumed, their souls included,” said Grell.

            Sebastian narrowed his eyes. Now that was more of a threat to his Young Master (and his own meal). An explosion from atop Big Ben took his attention.

            “Sebastian, the Earl is up there, isn’t he?” sighed (Y/N). He certainly knows how to make Sebastian worry for his soul.

            Sebastian tsked. “He is.” The clocktower rang midnight.

            “You said she dies at 12:05, correct?” remarked (Y/N) with a glance at Grell.

            “Ooh, so you did pay attention to me. How lovely~!” said Grell excitedly.

            “We should hurry, Sebastian,” said (Y/N).

            “Indeed,” he replied.

            “Wait, what are you going to do?” asked Grell.

            “Seize that woman as the Young Master ordered,” said Sebastian.

            “But there’s no time left,” said Grell.

            “How could we be Phantomhive servants if we could not do this?” remarked Sebastian with a smirk.

            (Y/N) smiled coyly at Grell. “Shall we go then, Grell?”

            “Oh, yes, please, darling! But why me?” asked Grell, turning red.

            “Well, the Young Master is hardly appropriate for Mrs. Turner to take photos of. I think it should be you,” said (Y/N), smirking. Maybe you’ll be burned and I won’t have to deal with you again.

            Hearts were in Grell’s eyes, and Sebastian wanted to poke them out for looking so adoringly at (Y/N). “Then, I will show you my sexy shots!”

            Grell’s Death Scythe revved to life, and she began to ride it up the clocktower. Sebastian and (Y/N) shook their head at her eagerness and ran up the side of Big Ben after her.

            “What’s that?!” cried Mrs. Turner angrily when she spotted them.

            “My butler, maid, and a nutcase,” said Ciel.

            “Actually, I’m a deadly efficient Reaper!” declared Grell.

            “Don’t get in my way!” yelled Mrs. Turner, dumping magnesium down at them. She pressed the flashbulb of the camera, and the magnesium exploded, but Grell continued upwards.

            Hell, Reapers are immune to it. How unfortunate, sighed (Y/N).

            “Wh-Why? Why aren’t you burning?” stammered Mrs. Turner. She pressed the flashbulb over and over, but nothing happened to Grell, who was serving as a lovely distraction.

            “How like demons to use a reaper as a decoy,” said Ciel, smirking as he watched his servants approach.

            Grell vaulted over Mrs. Turner, and the pyromaniac turned to face her angrily. Grell posed as Mrs. Turner took photo after deadly photo. “The more a woman is photographed, the more she matures, growing redder and sweeter! In other words, she becomes a riper, scarlet fruit. Ah! It’s oozing out of my every pore! Yes, I am the Queen of Fruits!”

            “And of fools,” remarked (Y/N), leaning against the edge of Big Ben. “Although that may go to Mrs. Turner for attempting to escape us.” They smirked when Mrs. Turner started in surprise at their voice.

            “You’re late,” scowled Ciel.

            “I am sorry,” said Sebastian, bowing.

            “I told you to burn!” shouted Mrs. Turner. Sebastian kicked up, and the camera went flying from her hands. “Why?!”

            “If this is what the Young Master orders, then doing it becomes natural,” said Sebastian, fixing his tie.

            “Wh-What are you people?” questioned Mrs. Turner.

            “We are a hell of a pair of servants,” said Sebastian, smirking.

            “I’m a deadly efficient Reaper!” declared Grell.

            “You will tell us the truth,” said Ciel, stepping towards Mrs. Turner.

            She began crying. “I was told that if I did this, many gorgeous men would fall in love with me.”

            “Who told you that?” asked (Y/N). Humans were prone to foolish desires, so they moved onto discovering more about the crime itself.

            “Someone with golden eyes,” said Mrs. Turner. Shimmering particles began to collect around Mrs. Turner. She burst into flame before she could say more.

            “No way! Her soul is burning too!” cried Grell.

            “A burning love! Happiness!” cried Mrs. Turner as she stumbled around aflame. She cackled as she felt into her stock of magnesium.

            “Wait, I still need to ask you—!”

            “Young Master!” Sebastian interrupted Ciel to pull him away from the explosion, grabbing (Y/N)’s wrist in the same moment. The eruption of magnesium shook Big Ben as Sebastian and (Y/N) landed on the streets below without a trace of ash or soot on their uniforms. “Young Master, are you hurt?” asked Sebastian calmly.

            “I’m fine,” said Ciel, getting to his own feet.

            “No way!” grumbled Grell as she gazed back up at the smoking top of the clocktower. “The soul I was supposed to collect was burned away. I can’t believe it. This makes no sense!” She sighed. “I need to submit a report to Will.” She bounded over to Sebastian and (Y/N) and held up the camera in front of them. “I’ll be satisfied with this!” Sebastian looked away, and (Y/N) rolled their eyes while Grell took the picture, beaming all the while. “Next time, let me take some night-time pictures of the three of us having more fun! Bye-bye!” Grell ran off before (Y/N) or Sebastian could try to destroy the picture.

            “Young Master, you ordered me to seize that woman, but…” Sebastian held out ashes; the only remains of Mrs. Turner left.

            “She was burned to ashes,” said Ciel. “A woman, driven by greed, committed these horrible acts. That is what I shall report to the Queen. She wanted to be loved. That single-minded desire can drive humans to such lengths, apparently. Honestly! How pointless. To do all of that for such a shapeless, meaningless concept such as love…”

            Neither demon replied. Their thoughts on love tended in a different direction as they stood side-by-side.

            Ciel tsked. “Whatever the cause, we have more to investigate.” He looked at Sebastian and (Y/N). “Investigate who this ‘someone with golden eyes’ is. That is the culprit behind the madwoman. And furthermore, look into the Spider. I want to know why the Queen considered putting him on this case.”

            “Yes, my Lord,” said (Y/N).

            “Yes, Young Master,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. The Trancy butler had gold eyes.

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[yandere-daydreams]

realized i never saw you mention amnesia (outside of one really old yandere classification ask) as i was having a nostalgic moment with it, so i wanted to ask whether this was like. part of the unfortunate formative yandere experiences for you.

next up is the question about diabolik lovers im afraid

i was actually lucky enough to kinda skip the formal introductions to the lifestyle due to the sheer inability of my thirteen year old self to NOT be wildly jealous of whichever mc is getting sexually harassed by three or more men in the handful of dating sim adaptations i had access to in middle school and jump straight into the sebastion michaelis x reader fics, so i don't have a lot of experience with the flagstone piece. it was a very self-guided curriculum but i think the results speak for themselves.

#personal #anon ask

[glitterytidalwavedragon]

Modern Reader x Sebastian (Black Butler head cannon/Fanfic) Part 1

This one is a long while coming. It’s a modern Sebastian x Reader headcannon. Sebastian has seen the change happening throughout history and I don’t think he would be as surprised by sometimes but bewildered by others. Anyway, here is the head cannon!

The whole thing was an accident. The great lord of chaos summoned when the ritual was completed. Not that you wanted it to happen.

The whole ritual came to be when you decided you wanted to goof around with some friends. At least, you thought it was goofing around. They found some creepy-pasta and wanted to try it out. You did not think real crimes would be committed. When your friends asked you to bring a relative, you figured why not.

But the whole thing led to you murdering your best friend, screaming for freedom as your other so-called friends try to attack both you and your family. When they died, complete despair and sorrow hit you and from that, the great demon was summoned.

When the demon saved you, and asked for your wishes, you were afraid. Years of watching Supernatural had made you terrified. Demon’s did not play by rules, they would complete their task quickly and take your soul.

So you asked him if the standard time limit was 10 years. He looked at you as if you were crazy. Then you bantered on about demon lore which he knew nothing about.

Confusion takes place on both sides and the demon takes form. You scream, he wonders if his new form isn’t to your liking. You tell him to give back the body, and more confusion is born.

It takes a while for the demon to sort out what you are saying and when he does… oh boy, was he in for a laugh. You literally have this demon bent over, laughing hysterically at your naïve perception of demons. Then you hit him with the big one.

“Aren’t you worried about falling in love with a human and offering your life to the human race while having half-breed children?!” Now that one, that one nearly kills him. Never, in his wildest of dreams did this demon think humans would romanticized his kind in such a way. You really made his century.

In fact, the demon is so amused, he allows you to take a day figuring out your wished once he tells you the hard truth. There is no heaven for you, nor will you ever be saved and your soul will be devoured and lastly, demons cannot love.

He chuckled when he sees your terror grow. You already agreed to a contract and that was that. While he cleans up the evidence of the ritual, you ask about his name, he says its yours to choose, and you tell him his name is his own.

Now confusion sets back in. Never had he been told he could pick his own name. Thinking back, he decides to go with a contract name that was most memorable. Sebastian resumes his old name.

Once all is taken care of and it looks like there was an accident which happened, the cops are called, things are explained, and you both are on your way. Its an emotional time for you, but you need to be quick on your feet. You have one night to decide your three wishes and your overall contract objective.

In your apartment, something dawns on you. How lonely you have been. In a time of quarantine and scandal, maybe having a demon who was loyal and could aid in the bills would be helpful. An idea comes to mind.

When you awaken the next day, you find Sebastian standing by your door with an creepy smile. It scares the hell out of you and he laughs from it. Maybe the demon would find you too amusing to eat.

So you give him your contract wants. A relationship.

This throws the demon off horribly. You want him, as an romantic partner. The demon who will literally eat you.

You reason that age seventy would be long enough, a long human life and for him, a short wait for a meal. As he stares at you in shock, you give him your three wishes.

Complete loyalty, honesty, and the last one, you think silly, but companionship.

Sebastian is lost for words. He expected wealth, power, maybe, due to the strange way you spoke, power over the dark artforms of magic, but you asked for love. You even gave him a time limit.

He would agree, but he would go into this believing he was more of a slave to your love than a partnership.

The first night, you find him naked in your bed, expecting you to use him as you desire. When you kick him out and told him to stop being a pervert; he is once again lost for words. You are an odd human to him.

However, Sebastian never failed a contract before and he doesn’t plan to start now.

Part two will be out sometime soon! Within the month.

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[ninja-scenarios]

Sebastian with a time-traveling, volleyball-loving s/o

This was requested by @typewriterdaydream <3 I don´t know much about volleyball but I really did my best!

-  loves how athletic your body is. One of his favourite pastimes is admiring your toned arms

- after a while he really gets into the game because of his competitiveness. Will even try to beat you at it. At first you have to explain everything to him but he´s a very good student. Whenever you visit him again, it seems like he improved

- will develop into a personal coach and train with you. You´re his love and his pride and he wants you to win. Intimate showers afterwards…

- tends to whatever wounds the sport caused you. Especially to your forearms when you bumped the ball too hard. Afterwards he will put kisses on the bruised skin

- reminders to stay hydrated. Mostly come in your favourite sort of tea and of course he always adds a little treat

- will cheer with you whenever you visit him with a new medal. The proud glint in his eyes as he smiles down at you is worth the stress you go through because of time traveling

- when he feels very sly, he´ll whisper the things he´ll do to you if you win/lose the next game into your ear. He never steps out of comfort zone, though. (Let´s be real, they´re only rewards.)

- on the other side he also tries to comfort you whenever you lose a game. Even if you were scared he could be mad, he never does. Instead he shows his hurtful side and calmly pulls you in a hug and whispers encouraging words into your ear

- really curious about time traveling and will ask you about the “future world” without coming off as too nosy of course. He´s an elegant man after all.

- appreciates gifts you bring him from your world

- interested in your attitude since it differs from the women in his world. He prefers yours since he secretly likes it when you speak up against him

- sometimes when you visit him in his world, you catch him missing you and being upset because of the lack of your presence. He´ll read a book in a chair but will be clearly bored by it, etc. Once he notices you arrived, he´ll drop everything to clasp you in his arms

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[kurosara]

(LEMON!) Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

Only a Servant for Me

You let out a breathy sigh as the carriage rocked with each thick bump or hole that was hit in your journey. Your hands rested carefully on your lap, fiddling with the hems of your clothes as the carriage ride passed in silence. Your (e/c) orbs stared at the sky, the sun hidden behind a group of clouds making it seem late even though it was barely midday. You had been summoned to the Phantomhive Manor in urgency and you were forced to clear your schedule for the rest of the day in order to make this meeting.

'This better be important for me to cancel so many appointments.'  you thought to yourself.

Your company, which did great business with the Phantomhive company, was thriving better than ever.  You were running the company better than your family ever thought that you could. At least that's what you assumed by the lack of disapproving looks they were giving you now. It was a long driveway to the pristine Phantomhive Manor, to which you were traveling to today. In the yard was the young boy with yellow blonde hair who was trying to very neatly trim the hedges. The carriage came to a gentle stop and before you could even reach for the handle, the door swung open, not making a sound as the tall male with dark hair and devilishly red eyes stared down at you. His eyes, while dark in color, never frightened you, but instead intrigued you. You never failed to take advantage of the few minutes you had together before and after your meetings with the Lord.

"Welcome once again (Lady/Lord) (Y/l/n)," he said and bowed deeply.

He escorted you from the carriage to which you replied, "No need to be so formal Mister Michaelis. (Y/n) is just fine. I have told you this every time I have visited," you assured him.

A smirk spread upon his lips, "And the same for you (Lord/Lady) (Y/n). Sebastian is quite alright. The Young Lord is waiting for you in the meeting room. I'll escort you."

Sebastian's smirks were always unsettling, holding a mystery as if he knew a joke that no one else did. As you walked towards the steps, you bowed your head slightly to the yard boy, Finny, as you finally recalled his name. Sebastian opened the door and you walked inside. The maid, Mey-Rin, was on a ladder, dusting the chandelier, shaking terribly. The pair made their way up the main stairs and to the left. A loud and sudden crash erupted from the downstairs area.

"What was that?" you questioned.

Sebastian waved his hand dismissively, "Nothing you must worry yourself with."

Moments later Sebastian opened a door where Ciel Phantomhive sat at a desk, his hands crossed with his chin resting on top of them. You walked to sit in the chair on the other side of the desk, facing him.

"What is the meaning of this sudden meeting Lord Phantomhive?" you questioned respectfully.

Ciel sighed, "Never one to beat around the bush are you (Lord/Lady) (Y/n)? Well since you brought it up, it seems there have been some discrepancies in the money that you were funding to my company."

This time, you leaned forward, resting your chin on your own hands, "What sort of discrepancies?"

Ciel opened a file and skimmed the words, "In short, (Lord/Lady) (Y/n), your company has shorted mine by hundreds of dollars."

Your eyes widened, your (e/c) eyes staring at the file he was holding. You were in shock and disbelief and it took you quite a few moments to regain your composure. You straightened your back and cleared your throat as your eyes set on his, with a cold stare.

"You must have made a terrible mistake Lord Phantomhive. My company has not shorted you anything. I can assure you of that. I handle all the money myself before sending it to my company supervisor to deliver." you said matter of factly.

Ciel placed the file in front of you where you could clearly see the report. You picked up the light folder, thumbing through the few pages, reading and re-reading each page. With each page turn, your face grew paler. You were combing through the words as if your life depended on it. When it came to Ciel Phantomhive,  your life may very well depend on it. It seems you had forgotten a number on one of the transfers, which offset numerous payments to follow. Your face, now white as snow, looked up from the file to meet the icy cold gaze of Ciel's single blue eye.

"L-Lord Phantomhive. I assure you that I can correct this mistake once I am in my own office," you spoke as you stood from the seat.

You turned to leave but the door was blocked by a smiling Sebastian, "I am sorry (Lord/Lady) (Y/n), but I cannot let you just leave my manor with this much debt. You may very well try to leave the country." Ciel spoke in a calm tone.

You whipped your head around, your (h/c) hair whipping in response but falling back into place how it was, "Excuse me? You cannot keep me here as you please."

Ciel stood from his seat and Sebastian took a step closer to you, "Actually, according to our contract, should your payments not satisfy the agreement at hand, then whichever company has wronged the contract will satisfy the other's needs however they see fit."

The glint in Ciel's eye as he spoke showed he was all too ready to do as he pleased with the noble before him. You took two careful steps back, not realizing that Sebastian was just a few feet from where you stood. You took in a shallow breath as you tried to remain calm.

"As reconciliation for what you have done, you are to serve my butler, Sebastian Michaelis, however, he sees fit for one whole week," Ciel said matter of factly before retaking his seat.

You turned towards the door, to see Sebastian towering over them slightly. You frowned slightly as you stepped aside to go around him. You stormed towards the door, but in an instant, Sebastian was in front of the door blocking your path causing your frown deepened.

"Please move out of my way Sebastian," you said politely.

Sebastian shook his head, "I cannot disobey My Lord. The penalty for not accepting his offer is death." he warned.

You weighed your options carefully, "What am I supposed to do?"

Sebastian's sinister smile spread across his face as he opened the door, "Straight down this hall, second door on the right."

You stormed out of the room in a huff. Ciel stayed silent, knowing exactly what was about to happen. Sebastian and Ciel made eye contact for a few moments. Ciel's eye narrowed as Sebastian's smile did not waver from his face.

"Do not make me regret doing this. I am not keen on doing favors and forging documents for others. Just please do not overwork (Y/n). I do hope they're not as noisy as the other three." Ciel said as he turned his chair around to face the window.

Sebastian smiled, "Of course Young Lord. I will do my best."

He shut the door and in a few strides he caught up to you, and you became slightly startled by his sudden appearance. You crossed your arms over your chest and turned your gaze away from him. Sebastian only let out a deep chuckle as they arrived at the door. He opened the door, and you walked inside, taking in the dimly-lit room. Sebastian shut the door and locked it, causing you to look at him in confusion.

"First let me clear something up. I am not anybody's servant," you told him sternly.

Sebastion took two steps closer to them, and you took one step back, "Oh really?"

You nodded, "That's right."

Sebastian stepped closer and you stepped back, your lower half making contact with the soft fabric of the bed. In a swift movement, Sebastian had you pinned to the bed, his body hovering over yours as he gripped your wrists firmly. Your face was a cherry red as you stuttered to form coherent words and sentences.

"S-Sebastian! What are you doing? Get off of me!" you said, struggling under his grip.

Sebastian shook his head, "(Y/n) you know you were right."

You gave him a confused look, "About what?"

"You're not just anybody's servant," Sebastian spoke as he leaned closer to your ear, his voice low and sultry, "You're only a servant for me."

With his final words, he captured your lips in a hasty but passionate kiss. You were unsure how to react but your eyes slowly closed as you gave in to the lust and desire you suppressed whenever you were with the butler. His nimble fingers made quick work of your clothes and accessories, leaving you in your black undergarments. Sebastian pulled away from the kiss to admire your body.

He licked his lips hungrily, "Even better than I imagined," he muttered softly.

You couldn't take it anymore as you sat up, moving your hands to make quick work of his clothes the way he did yours. Sebastian's smirk widened as he saw the lust filling your (e/c) eyes. Once you were both fully naked, Sebastian moved you to the center of the bed, kissing your cheek to your neck, making swift motions with his lips and tongue. He played with your sensitive spots, coaxing moan after moan, getting louder with each spot he discovered. He lowered further down your body, spreading your legs to get a clear view of your personal parts. He put his devilish tongue to quick use and from there everything escalated quite quickly. You never expected him to be as skilled as he was. In time he took his time teasing you, waiting for your response.

"Y-you're teasing," you said in a breathy tone.

"I want to hear you. I want to hear you beg for it." Sebastian told you sternly.

With only a moments hesitation, you gave in, begging for him to make love to you, to which he gladly complied. Your moans grew louder.

"While I love your sweet moans, I want to hear you say who you belong to. Who are you a servant to?" Sebastian growled in your ear.

You gasped and bit your lip gently. In order to coax it from you, he would pull out slowly but slam in deeply, "Yours!" you finally caved, "I am your servant Sebastian!" Your screams and moans echoed through the silent building.

Ciel, who was in his own room, let out an exasperated sigh as he heard the echoes of your screams, "Oh. Sebastian. I thought I told you to keep it down." His face was a scarlet red as he thought of the things he was probably doing to the noble.

You and Sebastian went at it in many different positions around the room until the pair was finally satisfied. Sebastian quickly got redressed and pointed to the closet.

"Your uniform is in there. Get dressed. You have an entire week you must continue to serve me how I please." he demanded of you.

You got up, your body still bare as you bowed to him, "Yes master."

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