Till Death do we Part Sebastian x reader

His Maid, With the Dragon

(Happy Labor Day btw 🇹🇹❤)

The officer raised his gun in fear as Sebastian pulled out a handkerchief from inside his coat. "I believe this is yours," Sebastian sneered dropping the handkerchief he found in your coat pocket before offering his own hands up to be manacled. Your eyes widened, when the hell did he find that? The Phantomhive Crest was faded on the material and the embroidered letters C.P stared up with it. Was it the elder twin's handkerchief? The man who gave it to you had to be Undertaker.

No protest was made by anyone except Finny, Bard thankfully silenced him with a look making this less awkward. You met the officer halfway giving him your hands to cuff. He looked at you weirdly and proceeded to cuff you anyway. As soon as the first cuff locked on, Corbin started screaming at the top of his lungs, fat tears fell from his eyes as he saw them putting handcuffs on you. You had turned your back so he couldn't see them take you, but he wasn't completely blind to what was going on.

"Mey-rin no," you said to her as she attempted to go calm him. "Grell take him," you nodded in the other redhead's direction. She left him next to Grell who stood there staring at him with Othello.

Grell's face went completely blank, he did not expect that, nor did he appreciate it. You had your reasons, your mind was racing, skipping over steps everyone was beginning to think about. Everyone except Undertaker perhaps, you had an eerie feeling he knew everything that was going to happen. Forget knowing, he planned this.

"She was with me the entire time inspector," Undertaker interjected making the officers look at their superior. "Did you see her with either of them at any crime scene?" It was only half true. You were everywhere this entire damn case, but you don't recall running into Abberline at all except at the townhouse earlier.

"She's still in her nightgown, they've just arrived," he shrugged gesturing to a still wet Sebastian and young lord.

Your jaw tightened, 'Well fucking played,' you thought.

Abberline bit his lip racking his brain. After a few seconds he sighed, "Uncuff her."

Corbin ran immediately to your side as Grell attempted to grab him. "Mama will see you soon," you wiped his drowning crimson eyes. How many times did you have to say this to him? How many times have you left him?

"Here," you whispered taking the ring Sebastian gave you off and enclosed it into his tiny shaky fist. "You give this to me when you see me again," you kissed his matted hair, and he slowed his crying. "I love you. Papa loves you too," you whispered softly. You wiped the last of his tears and left him in the care of Grell who was looking at you as if your brain physically leaked out of your head. Sebastian watched the both of you, visible pain, anger, and annoyance at his inability to help either of you in his eyes as you climbed the stairs and joined Undertaker. You could see the tightness in his jaw and muscles under his coat. The young lord was cornered meaning he was also cornered, unable to do anything but watch.

You stared down the Undertaker. This was your last straw for the night. There was no way you were going to let his plans run smoothly. If any of you were going down, you were bringing hell with you. Why was he helping you in the first place?

"So when are we getting our wages?" Bard asked scratching his head.

"Is this really the time to be thinking about money?! Says Emily," Snake exclaimed.

"Well," Sebastian held up his hands showing off his new silver bracelets, "As you can see your pay will have to wait. You can collect it later."

Perfect.

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You paced up and down your room. Devising a plan was a little harder than you thought. They wouldn't be able to make it to anywhere except London by morning, but you didn't put a damn thing past Undertaker and his walking, talking puppet of a corpse. They clearly have more influence than the young lord did concerning Scotland Yard. The city would be crawling with them. You need a sneaky person, one who isn't loyal simply to the title Earl Phantomhive but to the boy who held it until a few minutes ago.