You awoke the next morning after a surprisingly good night's sleep, all things considered. It wasn't until you yawned and stretched that you noticed a knock on the door, soft but alarming.

"It is time to start your duties, [Y/N]." that all too familiar voice greeted, though slightly muffled by the door. You stumbled out of bed and tried your best to put on the complicated layers of clothing you'd removed the previous night, all in the pitch darkness of the room. Going completely by feel you somehow managed to get dressed.

You navigated your way to your bedside table and picked up the brush you'd found there last night, you suspected the demon left it there for you, brushing and styling your hair as much as you could with the limited supplies. As you went to head out of the room you licked your teeth and noticed a layer of fuzz, grimy build up from not having brushed them for the last couple of days.

It then hit you that you hadn't showered for two days either, not to mention your hair hadn't been washed and had started to become dense with oil. You cringed outwardly, trying your best not let it bother you but the idea that you would be letting Sebastian, one of your biggest 2D crushes, see you like this made you want to hide under your blankets.

"Shit." you cursed, running your hands down your face and sighing heavily to try and relieve your frustration. Your body wasn't used to living without the basic hygiene products of the 21st century.

"Is there a problem?" You heard mid panic and it made you jump. The butler was still at your door?

"Wait, you're still here?" you asked, making your way over and resting your hand on the doorknob, "Don't you have, I don't know, butler stuff you need to do?"

There was a light snicker, "I was waiting to see if you would need my assistance. After all, you had needed it yesterday to get dressed." he said with a noticeable smirk in his voice.

You mulled over asking him about the availability of a shower, not wanting to know if the answer would be "no, but we have a bucket and some cold water".

"Is something the matter?" he called and you brought your attention back to the door, scrunching your eyebrows a little.

"I was just wondering... if I could take a shower or something."

Sebastian hummed in thought, audible even with the door between you. "I am inclined to warn you, it is uncommon for servants to have showers." You paled at the thought and awaited the dreaded bucket scenario, "To bathe often is a luxury few common people can afford."

There was a whimper building in your throat and you tamped it down with a thick swallow. "No shower? I-" you ran a clammy hand down your face and urged yourself to continue, "I can't just not bathe, my body legit can't handle it."

For a moment there was only silence, you wondered if Sebastian had left before he answered to your concerns, "Is this necessary for your comfort and wellbeing?" he asked, which took you a little by surprise.

"Uhm ye-s?" you stammered.

There was a sigh, followed by, "Very well, I will provide you with what you need, given that it is within my power to do so." His tone was somewhat clipped and you could imagine he was sporting an annoyed expression. "Is there anything else you will be needing?"

You waste no time in listing some things you desperately needed, toothpaste, shampoo and soap being the main things for the time being. You debated asking about what to do when you got your period, deciding it'd probably be better to ask Mey-rin.

You ended your list of requests with, "Why are you willing to give me that stuff anyway? I mean, it's not like you have to since we don't have a contract."

"On the contrary, whilst our contract may not be sealed in blood there is still an exchange between the two of us." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice dropping into something more sultry and enticing, "Provide me with what I desire from you and it would be my pleasure to provide you with what you require."

You didn't respond as you were reminded of what he'd said last night, of what he... desired from you. Heat rushed to your cheeks and your ears tingled.

"Make your way to the last guest bedroom in the upper east wing." he said in a somewhat commanding tone, and you heard his footsteps fade into silence as he took his leave.

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It took a little while for you to regain your composure but you did as the demon told you, making your way to the guest bedroom with a candle to light the dim hallways. You pointedly avoided the loud crashing, banging and screeching that you knew came from the other servants.

When you opened the door and looked around the room nothing appeared to be out of place, that was until you saw the black dress hanging on a rail in the guest bathroom, only visible due to the several lit candles decorating the room. You walked over to it and noticed it was the same black dress that was in your wardrobe, at least you assumed it was.

There was a note on the counter, the writing neat enough to be confused with print, if not for the way the ink had bled at the edges. It mentioned all the things that Sebastian had gotten and you looked at the items as they were listed. The toothpaste was in a jar and the toothbrush was essentially a wooden stick with some stiff bristles. The shampoo was also in a jar and the soap looked to be a regular ol' bar of soap. The note ended with a 'Be quick, you have your duties to attend to.' and you set it back down along with the candle you had brought with you.

When you looked over to the bath you saw it had already been drawn, the steam rising from the tub and swirling around the ceiling. It was really inviting.

You wasted no time in stripping down, having already closed the door, and tentatively dipped your hand into the water to test the temperature. You were not really the least bit surprised that the temperature was perfect, given that the demon strived for perfection in everything.

The water rippled as you stepped into the bath, placing the soap and shampoo beside the tub to use later. A sigh escaped you as you sunk yourself into the warmth of the water, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax. You stayed like that for a moment, finding it hard to open your eyes again when you felt a tear threatening to escape, a small gasp and the scrunch of your eyebrows made you sit up and wipe at your face. You wrapped your arms around your legs, trying to comfort yourself.

Stress, anxiety and other overwhelming emotions washed over you as they had been for the last few days. As great as you thought it would be to end up in the world of black butler, you think you had experienced enough so far to conclude that no, it was not great. You had been thrust from your norm into a time you couldn't navigate in, seen a dead body, heard a man get tortured and had been tormented by a demon, though you supposed you don't mind the last thing as much.

You opened your eyes finally and found you could see about as much as when your eyes were closed. The candles around the room had been snuffed out and your eyes were forced to adjust to the lack of light, only capable of making out vague shapes as you looked around the room. Something about this darkness felt dense and... false.

You called out into the void, "He-ello?" your voice trembled a little, feeling an intangible weight on your throat. In fright, you call out for help, calling for the only being you suspected could help you, "Sebastian. Se-"

"Fear becomes you, [Y/N]." You heard and almost immediately you relaxed, relief washing over you.

"Sebastian, what was that?" As you asked, the dense darkness appearing to recede, candles still unlit but there was a noticeable change in the atmosphere of the room. "Was it you?"

He hummed, crimson eyes alight and piercing through the dark, "Yes." He said it like a statement, unashamedly, a smile tugging at his lips. The demon leant down, one hand rested on the rim of the bath, the other coming up to grip at your jaw. Light fingers forced your head up and, as you gazed into those glowing red eyes, you felt yourself quiver as if you were a feast laid out before a starving man.

"I had only meant to tease you. My apologies if I went to far." His gaze began to lower and instinctively you quickly brought your hand up to his chin and with your palm, you pushed his head up. He grunted, and a low chuckle escaped him.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" you questioned, your face flushing in embarrassment? anger? annoyance? You weren't sure.

Sebastian groaned, low and loud, you felt is as much as you heard it from where your hand pushed at his chin. "I came to get you. You have been in here for 20 minutes."

20 minutes? You must've lost track of time, it hadn't felt like more than 5. "Oh." you responded, dropping your gaze.

"You need to hurry up." The hand Sebastian had on the rim of the bath came up and wrapped around your hand, pulling it away from his chin. You noticed his eyes were closed as he tilted his head down, placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, lingering as a deep breath left his parted lips. "You do not want to be found, do you?" He said as he released you completely and stood up, fixing the cuffs of his blazer.

As he turned to leave, you frowned and spoke up, "Next time just knock. Don't come in." You brought your wrist to your chest, the feeling of his lips still remained.

In response you got a hum, "Yes, of course."

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After you'd finished in the bathroom, making sure to clean up any trace that you'd been there, you made your way back to your room to leave your dirty clothes and requested items.

You went about your chores, avoiding the others as well as you could so they wouldn't ask about your wet hair. By the time the sun started streaming through the windows you made your way down to the kitchen, playing absently at the wet ends of your hair.

"Here for somethin' t'eat?" You heard as you entered, the sound of bubbling and pots banging reached your ears.

"Oh hey, Baldroy. Yeah, I could eat." You responded, dropping your hand to a small wave at the chef.

"Good timin', Sebastian just finished the master's mornin' tea so now 's my turn ta cook." Ash from the lit cigarette in the man's mouth threatened to drop into the pot.

You asked what he was making and he told you it was porridge, the strange slop he was stirring now had a name.

By the time he was done cooking the other two stooges made their way into the kitchen, Mey-rin coming over to give you a hug, sighing loudly as she flung her arms over your shoulders. "'m tuckered out, I am. Couldn't sleep las' night after I messed the guests dinner up." She droned in your ear.

You smiled in sympathy to her plight, patting her arm as she leaned further into you.