Shy Guy | ((Black butler)) Snake x Reader
Pairing : ((Black butler)) Snake x Reader
Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’
Flashbacks are in italics = Example
Word Count : 1889
Shy Guy
Strange, cold chills ran down her spine as little goosebumps married the skin beneath her long-sleeved uniform. With worried eyes she glanced around, certain she'd find someone creeping about, but finding nothing out of place.
No bard.
No Finny.
No squabbling Mey-Rin walking around either.
Heck, not even Sebastian himself was there to chide her for standing around instead of doing her work.
Logically, she knew there was nothing to be afraid of or be paranoid about for that matter. Despite that, there was a feeling of being watched and stalked, and it made her skin crawl.
A feeling of being preyed upon made her want to bolt out of the manor, or at the very least find a good space to hide in for the time being, all until everyone else came back home to make her feel safe yet again.
“Paranoid...just paranoid.” She muttered with an uneasy tone. “I'm just paranoid and everything is fine,” She said softly, trying to comfort herself.
She tried to put logic behind her fears, attempting to justify the unease she felt with harmless little facts.
For one, The manor was huge and relatively new to her and that was enough to make her feel uneasy, or, anyone for that matter.
'So, of course, I'd feel uneasy,' She told herself smiling crookedly.
There was also the fact that everyone was gone, which again, would make anyone feel uneasy.
Everyone else had gone out for a very small picnic, something quite sensible for someone as wealthy as their earl, but it had been per request of the young lady Middlefield. And of course, (f/n) had been invited, just as the other workers had been, but she had graciously declined.
She offered instead to take care of the manor, going on with regular chores than to attend the little event.
It wasn't that she didn't like lady Middlfold, because she was considered a very sweet and kind, little gem in the (h/c) haired young woman's eyes. However, when (f/n) thought of all the involuntary dress up games she had been forced to partake in, the young maid decided she could go without a break.
She then brushed off her paranoia with a shaky smile, attempting to focus more on her work instead, all while a pair of golden eyes peered at her from the doorway, staring wide and unblinking at her movements.
She took a heavy breath before letting a light hum leave her, echoing in the near-empty kitchen as she looked down at the dirty dishes, washing the undoubtedly expensive dishes with as much care as she could.
One by one she began to put them up and finally came to the last piece,
“A plate alone would be more than my own life,” she chuckled. “Besides Mr. Michaelis doesn't seem like one to let something like a few broken plates go by unnoticed. The man is almost like a demon...” she muttered to herself.
‘ A demon,’ She mused, ‘ What am I thinking,’ She added , actually giggling and feeling lighthearted due to her silly, little idea.
Far away, the former Noah's ark member bit his lip, attempting to calm the rather uncomfortable feeling rising from the pit of his stomach. Silently, Snake continued to spy on her from behind the wall, peeking at her through the open door space.
He stared at her with all of his focus, entranced by the slow rock of her body as her hips lightly swayed left and right.
They moved in slow, intriguing movements, making his tongue go dry, a small shutter racking up his entire body as he glowed pink.
The sound of her voice bounced off the walls in a soft melodic tune as she hummed her gentle tune, making his stomach bubble, fizzing up.
Tightly clutching the edge of the doorway, he swallowed a large lump stuck in his throat, mustering up every bit of courage he could wring out before he approached her with little, timid steps.
He practically shook with every step he took, silently moving across the room, reaching her within the span of a short minute.
He'd never been so close, always shying from her whenever she so much as looked at him, something he desperately tried to overcome, because he really, really liked her.
Everything about the woman was making him feel lightheaded, especially her scent.
She smelled wonderful, sweet and alluring like a little patch of pretty wildflowers.
Swallowing hard, he balled up his fists and placed a shaky hand onto her shoulder, mindlessly giving it a short squeeze to try and pull through the action,
'All or nothing,' He told himself, taking in the advice of the chirpy, little blonde male who'd easily caught on to his dilemma and was rooting for him.
“Aah-” before he could say anything more than a sound she swung a large pan at him, effectively shutting him down and making him see nothing but a world of black and silence.
The loud sound rang, the power of her swing full of determination to lay the intruder down.
"- Wait," She breathed, the tight hold of the pan's handle loosening before it fell completely, realizing what she'd done.
"Snake!" she exclaimed as she cried out in horror, running to where he had landed, the poor man nearly splattered onto the wall.
“Oh no ... I'm so sorry !” she cried out in worry. “I'm so so so so so sorry!” She frantically repeated over and over as she pressed her clasped hands to her heaved chest.
Falling to her knees, she gingerly picked up his upper body, almost cradling him like a newborn in her hold.
His head rolled back, and limply his body hung from her hold like a cooked noodle, causing her (e/c) colored eyes to moisten,
“I really didn't mean it,” she said whispering to him, feeling truly sorry for having hurt the poor guy.
The poor thing didn't even get a single word in before she swung at him, and it made her feel worse knowing that he would have never approached her unless he needed something.
'He finally comes up to me willingly... and I attack him,' She thought with dismay.
Gently, her fingers ran over the right side of his face where she had hit him with the bottom flat portion of the pan, noticing it was already bruising, his paper-white toned skin so sensitive it was already purple.
“Poor baby…” she said sighing.
"I should move you somewhere more comfortable," She delicately spoke, struggling to carry him, grunting at the exerting force before she realized it was a task she wouldn't be able to do alone.
"You're a little too heavy," she said to his unconscious body, deciding to lay him down instead, having no choice.
Biting her lip she then fluffed down her long skirt before placing his head on the cushion of her thighs, deciding that it was better than just leaving him laid sprawled on the floor.
Just then, a little snake peeked out from behind his ear, causing her to lightly jump before she stiffened, afraid of the scaly beast.
It's little, black eyes then landed on her, his tiny tongue peeking out to present it to her as he released a little, harmless hiss, something she found to be oddly intriguing, and overall cute.
Shakingly, she inched her index close to it, her finger's pad gently trailing over its tiny head,
'Oh ... wow,' She thought to herself, the stiffness in her muscles dispersed, "You're kind of cute," she mused, watching as the little creature coiled around her finger, no sign of malice detected from her part as she watched him explore her, soon finding his way into her empty apron's pocket.
"I'm glad I didn't hurt you," She said to the serpent, chuckling softly, finding a strange little fondness for the beast. “Can’t say the same for your friend,” she added before sighing with upset.
It was a couple of minutes before the man that lay on her lap even moved, the young maid eyeing him with expectancy as he came to.
Upon waking, the sweet smell of daisies was the first welcome he had to the world, smelling it instantly before he had peeled his eyes wide open, recognizing the smell.
His head ached as he woke up, blinking several times to get used to the lighting above him, slowly adjusting,
“Hey,” she said smiling gently, still worried to death she had practically scrambled his brains with such a hard swing. “I wish I could have carried you off somewhere more comfortable,” she said looking down at him with pity.
"But you're a lot heavier than you look," She told him, featherlight amusement present.
His golden eyes were completely wide, almost popping out of his sockets as she peered down at him, the woman being so close to him he thought his heart would burst.
Her face was just inches from him, looking down at him with a soft, sweet look, completely concerned about his well being. silently, her hair fell forward, soft (h/c) colored ends brushing his face with little tickles, making him feel fuzzy.
Her hand so tenderly caressed his cheek, making shivers run over his body, and it only got worse when she lightly grazed the patches of scaly skin, her soft hands running over the flesh with the same affection, not showing disgust.
She seemed unbothered by the interaction between her soft fingers and his rough skin and that was greatly due to the fact that she was far more focused on the ugly mark formed on his bruised cheek.
“I’m really sorry,” she apologized wholeheartedly, her (e/c) eyes softened, seeming blue as she gazed down at him with sincerity. “I really didn't mean to hurt you, “ she added, receiving nothing but silence from him.
She managed to blink away the little tears that attempted to flood her eyes before she offered him a gentle, sweet smile,
“Snake ?” she asked him with concern, her head slightly tilting to her left side.
He shook his head rapidly, a squeak leaving him as he fumbled out of her reach, scrambling out of the room to make space between them.
As he ran out, red-faced and heated, she giggled into her hand, finding his actions to be adorable.
He was so cute, and obviously a shy guy, something she'd caught onto rather quickly, but hadn't realized it was to such a degree.
She only hoped he had enough in him to come back around, knowing that eventually, he'd have to face her again.
she opened up her pocket to see the little serpent still comfortable within the warm, dark space,
"He'll come looking for you," she said to the little thing, knowing just how much he cared for his scaled companions.
"I'll make sure to keep my eye out for him," she added with a light grimace because she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she ever struck him again.
Going towards the door he'd fled out of, she cupped her hands together, yelling into them with a wide grin,
"come back again anytime!" She said to him, " I promise I won't hurt you!” she said out loud.
"We'll be waiting!" (f/n) added, smiling largely, hoping he'd heard her and find his way back.