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You were, as Sebatian seemed to put it, the able bodied caretaker of the Phantomhive Manor. When you would praise him as being much more able-bodied than yourself, he would simply say that he was one hell of a butler, which you could respect. Along with Takana, you had experienced that horrible day that brought tragedy to the Phantomhive Mansion, and as such, you had been kept as the head maid. The Earl was not easy to please, and you left much of the pleasing to the handsome butler, often checking in on him when you had the time.
Today, the group had to get ready for a toy ambassador from a possible partnering company, and everyone was on high alert. You had tended to the linen, dusted, arranged just about anything breakable, and had gone to check upon your coworkers. As you expected, their stations, especially your underlings, were in utter disaster.
Bardroy had expected that instead of cooking in the oven, it would be much faster for him to use a flamethrower on this evening’s meal. As you checked in upon him, you grabbed your nose in disgust as you stared at the charred meal. Paired around the charred dining, even the table had received some minor burns. Luckily, it had been a metal table, and would just need a little elbow grease to take care of it.
As you heard footsteps nearby, you bit your lip nervously before turning to Baldroy. “Leave the room and stall Sebastian,” you instructed quickly, before shooing him. You got to work upon the room, though the garbage that would have remnants of the charred meal would give away what had happened. At worst, you knew that if you were able to make use of the meat, it would be less of a torment upon Sebastian. Taking a large knife, you took the charred meat, removing any remnants of the charring and repurposing it into a traditional Japanese dish. Though it was not what Sebastian had ordered the cook Baldroy to make, it would at least be satisfactory.
Your hands worked quickly at the meal, while you listened to the uncomfortable conversation outside. Baldroy was not incredible at stalling Sebastian, as none of them ever were. You would never be able to stall him yourself, but at least you had gotten Baldroy out of the way, making your work a great deal easier. It had merely taken you 15 minutes to fix the disaster of the kitchen, while another five minutes was taken to remove the markings upon the table from the flamethrower.
Taking a deep sigh, you could hear the door opening, and quickly made your way out of the room before Sebastian could say anything to you about cleaning up anyone else’s messes. He knew, of course, that it was you. As his red eyes landed upon the organized meal, a relieved smile attempted to pull at his lips. Though you had not seen it as you rushed off to see what Mey-Rin was doing, his red eyes took a longer than usual glance over at you before he was summoned once again by the young Phantomhive Earl.
When you had found Mey-Rin, she had an uncomfortable look upon her face, simply staring at the mess she had created. You felt a burning in your heart as you looked at all the shattered glass, a grimace apparent upon your face. “Mey-Rin?” you questioned in a deep, almost demonic tone, causing her to flinch.
“Y-yes, Miss Y/N?” she asked, taking a glance over at you with her broken glasses.
You cleared your throat, straightening yourself up as to not completely freak out upon her. “You understand that your performance reflects upon me, correct?” you asked her through gritted teeth. Watching as she nodded quickly, you let out an aggravated sigh before shooing her off with your hand. “Go while I fix this. If you see Sebastian, keep him busy.”
She nodded quickly before dismissing herself, leaving you to clean up mounds of broken china. Working quickly, you made sure not to leave any sort of mess behind as you cleaned it all up. While Sebastian would obviously notice the china in the trash, it could not be helped. You made quick work of setting the shelving back up, placing any china that had not been broken respectively back upon the shelf.
As if it was clockwork, you could hear the footsteps of Sebastian Michaelis, and you made haste to get out of the area. There was plenty more to be done, after all, and you ran off to see what disaster that Finny had likely created in the garden. It was unfortunate when the other workers believed that they could make Sebastian’s jaw drop - typically when they would come up with ideas of that nature, you were stuck cleaning up the mess.
Finny had completely destroyed the gardening, and your angered eyes did not even glance over to him as they stared upon the horrible sight. Rolling up your sleeves, you merely motioned for the boy to leave you be while you cleaned up the disaster in front of you, creating a rock garden in its place. This had taken you significantly longer than the other two cleanups, and you were fully unaware of Sebastian’s red eyes staring out at you while you worked so quickly to clean the mess. His lips slipped into a frown as he saw all the hard work you had to do to clean up after your coworkers, though if it had not been you, it would have been him fixing everything up.
Unknown to you, Sebastian had still given a lecture to the other workers, as being one hell of a butler meant that he was also well-aware of his surroundings. There was no fooling Sebastian Michaelis, but as you had finished the gardening, you took a moment to lean against a nearby tree, soaking in the fresh air. What you had not heard as you were catching your breath was the quick and quiet saunter of the handsome butler, before you had been face to face with those handsome red eyes.
“Well, as usual, you have exceeded my expectations,” Sebastian practically purred out, his breath hot upon your lips. You could feel your cheeks heating up as you stared into those eyes, though you kept your breath as steady as possible. Though the man was handsome, talented, and the one that your heart had chosen, you always made sure to keep a cool visage with the man.
“I should say that I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you teased gently, a smile tugging upon your lips, “though I understand there’s no fooling you. I was merely doing my job.”
He chuckled darkly, though you could feel a hand brought to the side of your face, causing you to feel your breath hitch in your throat. You were not sure what Sebastian’s angle was today, but he was truly beginning to wear at your cool visage. As you felt the warm hand, with his thumb tracing over your cheekbone, your heart began to speed up.
“Your job and the job of many others,” he corrected, a smirk playing upon his lips. “Maybe you deserve a reward.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to brush off what Sebastian was doing. As he had done similar to Mey-Rin in the past while yelling at her, you presumed it was merely some similar teasing, masochistic banter as he had used with her. “I simply strive to be worthy of my salt,” you replied, as if on command, as a confident recording.
He looked displeased of your stagnant nature, and though he was a fine butler, he had moments that he was not quite as patient as it would seem. Without warning, you felt warm lips, almost like fire pressed against your own. Under the taste upon his lips, you could taste something completely undefinable, as if he had been devouring the very soul of a human being. For some reason, though, the taste was a bit bittersweet, even desirable. Recognizing that you had yet to kiss him back, you brought your arms gently around his neck, reciprocating the kiss. At the consent of your arms, you felt his slender hands upon your waist, pinning you to the tree you leaned against as the two of you kissed.
When the two of you had separated, he held a satisfied smirk upon his face, while your face held a bit of a flustered blush, quirky smile tugging upon your own lips. As if nothing had happened, he said, “It’s about time we prepare for the guest’s dining experience,” straightening his gloves upon his hands and glancing over to the mansion.
Upon his words, you nodded. “Indeed we shall,” you said quickly, your composure slowly coming back to you. You took another moment to glance at the handsome butler before heading off to check upon the less than adequate, quirky coworkers that you worked along side. Luckily, they had been told to take a break, so no new messes were there to be cleaned once more.