Sebastian x Cat Girl Hybrid!Reader
Ur his gf who is also a cat girl teehee.
Sebastian Michaelis had seen a great many things in his time, but his beloved cat-girl companion was perhaps the most peculiar entity he had ever encountered. Not because of her feline ears or the tail that twitched whenever she got too excited—no, it was her personality that baffled him.
Their first meeting had been entirely accidental. While patrolling the manor grounds one evening, he had spotted a small, sleek black cat darting through the gardens. At first, he had merely observed, amused by the creature’s seemingly deliberate attempts to evade him. But when he had reached out, intent on scooping up the little feline, it had abruptly shifted form—transforming from a simple house cat into a bewildered young woman right before his eyes.
She had frozen, ears flattened against her head, tail puffed up in alarm before dashing off once more. Intrigued, Sebastian had effortlessly pursued her, cornering her in a secluded alcove. Instead of fear, however, she had simply pouted, arms crossed as she declared, "That was so unfair. You can’t just chase a lady like that!"
Amused beyond reason, he had extended an offer. "If you’re going to skulk about the manor in feline form, you might as well make yourself useful. How does employment sound?"
Despite some initial skepticism, she had accepted, her curiosity outweighing her wariness. Thus began their unusual arrangement, and from the very first day, Sebastian had realized he had acquired the most chaotic assistant imaginable.
She was, in the simplest terms, a walking contradiction. Clumsy to the point of tripping over nothing, yet possessing the fearless tenacity of a guinea pig ready to throw paws over the slightest injustice. She would face down a pack of wolves if one so much as looked at her the wrong way, yet she could hardly go five minutes without knocking over a tea tray or tripping on the manor’s carpets.
Today, she was proving both these traits simultaneously.
Sebastian watched with passive amusement as you stumbled through the manor halls, nearly toppling over a small side table in your rush. Your ears were perked forward with determination, tail bristled like you were preparing for battle. He sighed, already knowing exactly what was about to happen.
“Mister Sebastian!” you called, breathless and wild-eyed. “There’s a grave injustice occurring in the kitchen!”
He raised a single brow, the very picture of calm. “Is there?”
“Yes!” You huffed, placing your hands on your hips. “The lettuce in the salad is wilted!"
Sebastian blinked slowly. “...I see.”
“I refuse to stand idly by while our leafy comrades suffer such disgrace!” You stomped a foot, which would have been quite dramatic had you not lost your balance in the process. With an undignified yelp, you pitched forward. Sebastian, ever the graceful demon, caught you effortlessly before you could hit the floor.
“You should be more careful, my dear,” he murmured, holding you just close enough to fluster you. “One might think you charge into battle before checking your footing.”
You pouted, ears flattening in frustration. “It’s not my fault the floor is slippery.”
“The floor is not slippery.”
You ignored this, already wriggling out of his hold with renewed energy. “We must replace the lettuce! It’s a matter of honor!"
Sebastian let out the softest of sighs but found himself following as you stormed toward the kitchen with all the fury of a warrior marching to war. Once there, you dramatically pointed at the offending salad, making Baldroy, who had been minding his own business, flinch in confusion.
“This. Is. Unacceptable!” you declared. “Baldroy, how could you let this happen?!”
Baldroy blinked at you, then at Sebastian, who merely gave a small shrug. “Uh… it’s just lettuce?”
“Just lettuce?!” you gasped, looking positively betrayed. “Would you eat just an overcooked steak? No! Lettuce deserves better!”
Sebastian watched you, amusement flickering behind his crimson eyes. For all your clumsiness, for all your absurdity, you were entirely serious about this. And, perhaps more troubling, you were so incredibly endearing when you got like this.
Baldroy let out a tired sigh, rubbing the back of his head. “Sebastian, you seriously gonna let her go on like this? It’s salad, not life or death.”
Sebastian, however, wasn’t listening to Baldroy in the slightest. Instead, his gaze was entirely fixated on you—more specifically, on the little pink paw pads peeking out as you crossed your arms in defiance. Your twitching ears, your indignant puffed-up tail—it was all absurdly captivating. He reached out, casually smoothing a hand over your bristled ears, watching in satisfaction as they flicked under his touch.
“You truly are relentless,” he mused, his fingers scratching lightly behind your ears, making your tail flick. “Very well. We shall ensure the lettuce meets your high standards.”
You beamed, all earlier frustration vanishing in an instant. “Really?”
“Of course. I would hate to see you go to battle over such a grievous crime.”
You giggled, bumping your head against his shoulder in an affectionate nuzzle. “You’re the best, Sebastian.”
He merely smiled, though there was something knowing in the way his eyes gleamed. “Indeed.”
Before you could react, he scooped you up into his arms with effortless grace, cradling you as if you weighed nothing. A surprised squeak escaped you, ears twitching as you instinctively curled closer to him.
He gazed down at you, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. “You are far too excitable for your own good. I believe you need a moment to calm down.”
Your tail flicked indignantly, but your face grew warm as you buried it against his chest. “I was not that excitable…”
“Mm, of course,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. “And I suppose you weren’t about to challenge the kitchen staff to a duel over lettuce either.”
You huffed, cheeks burning. “That’s different!”
Baldroy sighed heavily, crossing his arms and looking at Sebastian with a deadpan expression. “You’re really just gonna let her get away with this, huh?”
Sebastian, still entirely enamored with you, idly ran a finger over your soft paw pads, watching with amusement as your fingers twitched in response. “I fail to see a problem, Baldroy. After all, one must have some standards.”
Baldroy threw his hands up in exasperation. “You’re impossible.”
Sebastian merely adjusted his hold on you, looking down at your flustered expression with quiet satisfaction.
