One Hell Of An Angel (Sebastian X Reader)

Ch.18 Unexpected Love

Malach was forced to stay away from (y/n)- Although he refused but Sebastian wouldn't let him near her- he decided to take a breather and get out of the house. Sebastian on the other hand was tending to (y/n) wounds.

It was quiet embarrassing because the wound was located down her lower spine, meaning Sebastian could see her bare and naked back. If anyone, even the Master, would see this... other thoughts would be going through their minds.

(y/n) gripped the sheets tightly, the bones of her hands showing through. They looked like panted spider webs connecting downwards with the veins as leaves.

"Oh, my Lord... Sebastian..." (y/n) panted as Sebastian applied pressure to her back.

Sebastian was tying the corset around her frame as he was having some trouble. He never bothered with corsets as he only dressed his Master, but dressing a girl who's back was wounded and blister in pain was even harder.

He laced only in the middle section of the corset. "I will stop right here. I wish to not go further and damaged and strain you ever more."

Sweat trickled down her neck, glistening in the dense morning light from the window. "T-Thanks... like there isn't... e-enough damaged... to m-me... already."

He flashed his devious smile. "Glad to see you admitted it yourself."

(y/n) didn't have the strength to even look at him, or glare at him, so she simply curled into an awkward ball. "Be quiet... j-just get me... a-a w-warm bath... r-ready for m-me..."

"As you wish."

To her surprise, Sebastian was doing as she commanded. They would throw random commands to each other just for fun, but never ever doing ones' biding. She heard the soft splash and seeing the steam from the washing room fog up the mirror on her stand.

Her backed ached from just getting the corset on, so this was a rude prank now that she just thought about it. Sebastian came back out with a smile. "Your bath is ready, Lady (y/l)."

(y/n) rolled her eyes, pushing the blankets closer to herself. "My corset is on and now you want to make me take if off? My word, you are stupid for a butler."

Before Sebastian could ask, the door opened. May-Rin entered in without knocking-which is unusual- but she could have at least asked for permission first before entering. "(y/n), I'm sorry to disturb-"

Sebastian stood stone cold along with (y/n), but her face was beat red with fire. May-Rin gasped, her glasses sliding off the bridge of her nose slightly, taking in the scene before her. Too much for a maid like her too see.

May-Rin squeaked and turned around, dropping the blankets and sheets in her arms. "I-I'm sorry! I'll leave!"

She smacked her forehead against the door by accident before running out of the room. (y/n) bit back a laugh from seeing her silly act, but now Sebastian was in grave trouble. Looking at the time, she knew he was supposed to making the Master his lunch.

Sebastian coughed suddenly and picked up his coat, throwing it on with the swiftness and grace of a nobleman. "I must be going. The Master has requested you rest inside your room. I will come down before dinner."

(y/n) nodded and leaned against her pillows, covering the opening of her blouse. "I understand."

She watched as his back exited the room, giving her the space to breathe. It was dim in the afternoon for another rain storm was too hit London. By this point (y/n) was sick of rain storms and wished for something cheerful, but what was ever cheerful in London?