Could you do a fic where Sebastian (from Black Butler) is always hitting in the reader and making her flustered until she snaps and they kiss?
He was the devil.
That was the only explanation. It must have been for him to torture you so. He was the manifestation of the literal monster underneath your bed you’d thought you’d gotten rid of as a child. Your grim reaper, the skeletor come to claim your begotten soul-
You froze in the middle of the conversation you’d been having with Bard at the call of your name. That voice was unmistakable.
“Bard!” You hissed, the hairs on the back of your neck stiffly rising as if you were a frightened feline. The
useless chef rose an eyebrow at your display, a wisp of smoke escaping his pale lips from the loosely held cigarette between them. “I wasn’t here!”
Bard blinked as you frantically glanced around the room for a hiding spot, your body twitching like you had been possessed. Time was running short and you finally settled on diving into the pantry, slamming the doors shut just as you heard his voice a second time.
“I’m sure you know who I’m looking for, yes?”
A nervous chuckle.
“Ah, Y/N? No I don’t know where she is - that is if you’re even searching for her anyways, though I don’t know why you would - but I can definitely tell you that she is not in here.”
You stifled a groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. Your friend was a terrible liar, maybe even worse than his nonexistent cooking skills.
“I see. I must say, it would not hurt to look.”
When you had closed the pantry doors you had enclosed yourself into total darkness. This just made your other senses that much more sensitive, and you could feel your pulse racing as you registered movement outside. His footsteps were light, impossibly light - as if he were walking on air - but you could still hear the faint scuffle of his shoes on the kitchen floor. They were completely in time, sustaining a tempo you found to be ridiculously rhythmic for the simple act of walking.
The footfalls increasingly came closer to your shelter. If you listened hard enough, you swore you heard the chains dragging behind him, links and cuffs chinkling - your jailer - the drag of metal across the tile promising your inescapable future.
A moment of silence.
Another, and you sighed in relief.
Bright crimson eyes split through the darkness, then disappeared into that close-eyed smile you were all too familiar with.
“Ah, there you are.”
This was it. This was why you ran away from him the moment you even caught a glimpse of silken gloves, of all black. You liked to consider yourself a spitfire, a blistering ball of courage. A fierce personality that could take down anyone in your way with your bare fists. After all, you did have to have a talent to be on the young master’s staff.
“H-Hey t-there haha….w-were you looking for me?”
But the moment this guy’s eyes met yours you found yourself turning into a puddle.
Sebastian tilted his head, observing you, before he outstretched his hand.
“Indeed I was. I merely wished to tell you that the young master has requested your presence. Do you need assistance?”
You attempted to keep even a shred of your dignity and shook your head. “N-No that’s alright. I’ll b-be fine.”
You were quick to get up, maybe too quick. The close proximity of your bodies made it hard for you to find any space to maneuver yourself, and consequently you tripped over your own feet in the act.
Quicker than you could comprehend, Sebastian caught you, one hand wrapped around your wrist, the other pressing into the arch of your back to steady you against his chest.
You swear you heard angels singing in the distance.
“You should be more careful,” He spoke calmly, the smooth, deep baritone heard clearly in your ear.
You wondered if someone could die from being overly embarrassed, and if not, there was always a first for everything, right?
“No - I mean yes, I mean uh,” You were sure you were going to pass out in five point nine seconds. “I will.”
“Good,” He said, holding you for longer than necessary, the corner of his lips twitching upwards. The bastard, he knew exactly what he was doing to you!
Before you could jam your knee up into where the sun doesn’t shine, he let go, walking away like nothing had happened.
Your hands fisted, and you returned to normal as you fought off the sensation of your knees turning to jelly.
“That arrogant little-”
“- piece of crap!”
The duster in your grip nearly snapped in two as you brushed it violently against the surfaces of the porcelain statues in the glass case you had been admiring. It was only when you nearly knocked over all the precious figures in your anger that you moved on from them, stopping at the piano in the corner.
“Thinks he’s so great,” You continued to mutter underneath your breath, lifting the fall-board to lightly dust the black and white piano keys beneath the cover. “With his crazy reflexes and ridiculously flawless skin. Stupid fairy. Has the audacity to mess with me. The next time I see him I swear I’ll-”
A sound equivalent to that of a dying hyena emitted from your throat as you jumped almost fifteen feet into the air. If not for the buttons on your clothes, you were sure you would have escaped them as well. The duster went flying from your fingers, but it was not a surprise to you to see that the bane of your life had caught it as easily as one would swat a mosquito.
He shifted, his voice taking on that scolding tone he often used with hte rest of the staff that made them run with their tails behind their legs.
“Why, you did not quite finish your thought. You’d what?”
I’d take that tie of yours and shove it down your throat then hang you up by your coat tails you insufferable twat. See if you’d laugh then.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Was all you said instead. You’d chastise yourself later on your cowardice when the literal embodiment of perfection wasn’t standing three feet in front of you.
“I think you do,” He smiled again, but the expression did nothing to calm your nerves. If anything, knowing him, it made them worse.
He took a step towards you.
Naturally, you took one back.
Then he took another.
You followed suit.
Another, and you turned to leg it out of there as quickly as possible.
Turns out you had been backing into the piano you’d been cleaning, and as such ran right into it. Within the time it took for you to register this, Sebastian was behind you, so close you could feel the collar of his suit brushing the back of your neck.
“I thought I told you to be more careful. You have a way with disobeying good advice.”
He pressed closer to you from behind and you leaned away, your hands flattening down into the piano keys and creating an unpleasant, chaotic series of sounds.
“It’s not like I do it on purpose.” Pest.
Sebastian hummed. “Somehow that doesn’t make it better. Will I have to punish you?”
You ignored the way your stomach turned to goo at that comment.
“You demon,” You mumbled bitterly.
The hand hovering by your waist landed, and you heard a faint sardonic chuckle. “You’d be surprised.”
He gave you no time to even dwell on that thought, twisting you around to face him. He dipped down even closer, and all you could see was the tunnel of red that was his eyes, sucking you in.
“H-Hey!” You lifted a hand to push at his chest but found that it only trapped you further. “Wait!”
Your cheeks burned brighter, breath hitching in your throat as his nose brushed yours. Close. He was so close you could count every eyelash framing that unnatural crimson gaze.
You’d have thought you would be able to feel his breath but there was none? His skin was ice to the touch where it skimmed yours, a good contrast to how high your temperature was running at the moment.
You shut your eyes tight, waiting for something, anything.
Your eyes opened in confusion only to see that he had backed up, amusement dancing in his expression again.
“There,” He said simply.
“What?” Was your intelligent response.
He lifted the duster you’d forgotten he even had, pointing it towards a section on the piano, before placing it down. “You missed a spot; I fixed it. That was all.”
You resisted the urge to let your mouth fall open.
“Me?” He questioned innocently. A tsk left him. “Why, Y/N, were you perhaps expecting something else?”
You were speechless, the flush crawling up your neck and spreading across the apple of your cheeks now becoming uncomfortably hot. A splutter left you in anger, but you knew you couldn’t even argue.
“Now if you’d excuse me.” He walked away yet again, leaving you a mess. Before he was completely out of the doorway he paused. “Oh and before I forget, your punishment. An extra hour of helping Finnian in the gardens should suffice.”
The moment he left, the duster was flung into the wall, truly snapping in two this time as an enraged shout filled the air.
“I’m going to kill him!”
The spoon left the cup of ice-cream to land in your mouth.
You melted with a delighted hum around the metal on your tongue. Usually any and everything sweet in the household was used for the young master and him only, but you’d managed to be rewarded the rare delicacy that day on your lunch break.
You ate another scoop, stepping outside to enjoy the breeze. The sky was bluer than you’d ever seen it, and you sighed happily. Nothing could ruin your mood now.
Was that a cat?
You turned, only for the cheerful song playing in your mind to come to a sudden halt, like a record malfunctioning. There was a cat yes, but next to the kitty was a certain butler. Your first reaction was to run, or perhaps become one with the side wall of the mansion, but everything changed when you cleared your panicked thoughts to actually just look.
It was not one cat like you originally thought, but three that crowded around the man. His face was content, and you were shocked at the fact that he was letting the felines rub their heads into the palm of his hand, one of them merely curling up by his foot.
It was, dare you say, cute?
Nope. Nope, nope. You would not fall prey to his manipulative charms. You were stronger than that, a feared, respected member of the Phantomhive mansio-
Okay that cat just yawned and cuddled his shoe and you were gone.
“I didn’t take you for someone that would spy on others.”
You were knocked out of your fantasy by the words, and you took a startled step back. Sebastian’s focus was still on the affectionate kittens, but you knew he was talking to you.
“I am not!” You found you were quick to defend, and cleared your throat, calming. “I was only out here to enjoy the breeze. Don’t act like you own the garden, Sebastian.” You took another bite of your treat in defiance.
He lifted from his crouch, in front of you with only three long strides. You stayed rooted in your spot. He narrowed his eyes, as if looking at something, then nodded to himself. You could only stare as he removed one of his gloves, pinching the fabric in his teeth and pulling it clean off.
That was not needed. Why couldn’t he just take it off like a normal person?? Did he want you to faint??
“You’ve got something…right here.” He reached upwards to brush his thumb across the corner of your bottom lip. When he removed it, it came away with a pink, milky substance. It must have been a trick of the light, but his eyes seemed to flash the same colour as he slowly licked his thumb.
A smirk. “Delicious.”
In the distance, you think you heard something cracking, but maybe that was just the dam of restraint snapping within you.
It was as if you were watching yourself from outside your own body as you saw your hands reach out to grab his collar. The motions felt distant, detached when you yanked him down, but you were spun widely into control again once your lips connected harshly to his.
The cup fell to the floor, spilling its contents.
He froze, but you were not stopping, not now, and you took this rare chance to tangle your fingers in that soft mass of midnight hair you’d always wanted to touch. Heat seared your lips as you pulled yourself into him, forced his mouth open under yours, a long shiver rolling down your spine.
It was only when you felt him get over his initial shock and begin to respond - which must have taken what, four seconds? - that you disconnected.
“That,” you growled, chest heaving. “is for antagonizing me. Feel free to forget I ever did it, please do.”
With that you whipped around and stormed away, face red but your steps hard and infuriated. “And you owe me ice-cream!”
Sebastian’s eyes contracted into fuchsia slits, predatory excitement conflicting with another emotion that had him tightening his hold on his glove.
This was the first time he could honestly say in the last hundred years, that he had been made utterly, completely, surprised.