#kuroshitsuji reader insert

Only two servants seemed to have escaped the oppressive moroseness that hung like a sheet over Phantomhive Manor. Hot as it was, sad as it was, they still had work to do. Down the deserted corridor, up the stairs, and inside the bare master bedroom stood the pair: a man, slender and dressed all in black, and a woman in a maid uniform. 

The curtains had been pulled back and the window opened in the hopes of letting in some cheer, or at least a breeze. It appeared to be working, for the woman smiled as she watched the man sift through the trunk on the floor.

He lifted his head from its depths with a sigh. “I suppose everything appears to be in order,” he told the woman at his side.

You grinned, pressing your palms together. “That should be the last of it, then! We’re all finished.”

“You say that now. No doubt Mey-Rin will decide to sneak in some last minute token of appreciation and upset things all over again.”

“And Finny will want him to take flowers to remember the place by, and Baldroy will recall how awful university food is and want to send him a whole month’s worth of rations.” A laugh at the expression on the man’s face could not be entirely avoided. “I don’t know where you think you get the right to look like that, Sebastian. I’m the one that has to stay here with them.”

Sebastian, for that was the butler’s name, and the maid’s was [Name], only carded a gloved hand through his messy bangs and collapsed on the end of the stripped bed. “You know that isn’t by my choice.”

“No, but I knew it would be the Earl’s choice from the beginning, even when he said he wanted to leave you here to look after things.” When Sebastian did nothing but continue to contemplate his knees, you lighted down next to him. “Still, I confess myself disappointed. It was nice to believe I might have you all to myself for a little bit.”

A quiet scoff, and then his hands found one of yours to hold between them. “I’m sure that’s why he decided to take me after all. Can’t have the butler having any free time, can we? Not to mention all the extremely useful things for a butler to do on a university campus.”

“Taking out the trash, finding his books at the library, cooking meals at two in the morning while he studies for an exam the next morning…”

He groaned. Giggle though you might have at Sebastian’s predicament, you could see how bone-tired he really was. And who could blame him? Ciel had been running him ragged, changing plans, changing them back, get this, get that, leave him alone, why was Sebastian not at his beck and call immediately? Of course even a demon would be exhausted–or annoyed. 

You bumped him lightly with your shoulder. “Hey, cheer up. I’ll be here to keep things running smoothly.”

“That’s the only thing keeping me from ripping that contract to pieces. No soul is worth this. Not even his.” Sebastian said this so dully that you might have believed he was serious, save for his dramatic fall against your side to rest his head on your shoulder and close his eyes.

“Then you’d miss out on seeing me every day,” you said.

The eyes opened up a sliver. “You’re not exactly worth it either.”

“True. I can almost promise the house won’t blow up while you’re away, but more than that…”

“There will be food and holes all over the walls. Garden dead. No clean laundry. Pantry empty. I’ll have to take each blunder out of your hide, you know.”

“That’s more like the Sebastian I know,” you breathed as you caught the smirk on his face. Your fingers danced through his hair for the shortest time imaginable before he twisted away to take your chin.

“In fact, all of these preparations might have gone more smoothly without your mistakes. It’s partially your fault that I’m considering giving my notice,” he said. “I should take that out of your hide now.”

Without further discussion, he pressed his lips to yours–“press” being the polite term for it. Heaven knew it was hot enough already. The two of you were already on a bed, however, and you were splayed across it, head spinning, before anything could be done to stop it. Sebastian’s mouth and other…admirable attributes made for a much better distraction from the warm summer and Ciel’s departure than any nonexistent breeze could. You gasped as you felt Sebastian hitch your skirts up, and–

“Here you two are. I trust you’ve finished the packing if you’ve decided you have time for a lark on my bed.”

You and Sebastian both sat up to find the master of the house--a young man with dark blue hair and an eye patch--standing in the doorway. His hands were on his hips and his usual peeved expression on his face. Ciel had found you in more compromising positions before, though, and his mind must have been too stuck on his upcoming trip to really be upset over such behavior from his servants–especially his only competent two. 

Sebastian bowed, a smile not quite making it to his face in time.

“And what is it that you are doing on my bed?” Ciel asked, eyebrow raised.

Sebastian did manage a smile at that. “If I couldn’t get my master packed for university and pleasure a woman at the same time, what sort of butler would I be?”

“More hygienic, I should hope.” Ciel lifted his eye heavenward and shook his head. “Sebastian, come along. I need to go over the wallpaper with you again. I don’t think the red was a good decision. [Name], get this room dressed up again. Why did you strip it? Or do you expect me to sleep on nothing when I come home for the holidays?”

“Yes, my lord,” you said, curtsying as you got a little unsteadily to your feet. 

No matter how many times Ciel walked in on you and Sebastian, you could never capture the same indifference as your companion. Too many real human emotions, you supposed. Not that that was going to stop you when Sebastian treated you like that.

“And you can go to the kitchen and help Baldroy when you’re done. I don’t want to hear another word about this going away feast he’s been prattling on about. Something light should do. I want to be situated by nine tomorrow morning, so Sebastian and I will be leaving at dusk.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“And close the window. If I’d wanted the place aired out, I would have said.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Serves you right,” Sebastian said in a low voice, as Ciel turned out into the hallway once again. “I’ll see you this evening, for as long as the master allows it. So be ready.”

“Yes, my lord,” you said with a bit of a wicked grin.

Sebastian smirked again, but before any further promises of punishment could come, Ciel was back in the room. “Sebastian!”

“Coming, sir.”

You watched them go, still smiling for as long as you could. Eventually, you would have to go downstairs and be overcome by the rest of the staff’s grief. Eventually, you would have to say goodbye to Sebastian and your master both. But not just yet, you didn’t think. Years of service to the young earl, and you knew he was softer than he let on–well, softer to everyone but Sebastian. He wouldn’t be able to resist the feast once he actually came downstairs for dinner. 

Every Day

“Forgive me, “ (f/n) soberly murmured, knowing well enough to keep her (e/c) eyes down and averted from the icy oculars that glared down at her with the same deadly sharpness and unpredictability a falling icicle had.

“ - Clean it up," Alois lowly sneered, all while wearing a devious smirk that twitched with excitement. 

" Or," he then added with a playful tone, the boy nearly singing, " would you like it if I gauged one of your lovely eyes out as well?”  The blonde-haired male continued to say while looking down at the cowering woman. 

Smugly, he continued to glower down at her, watching as she silently continued to clean the filthy spot that decorated the floor of his home.

He could see the way her hands tightly bound over the cloth, and he waited for her to slip, to finally utter the nasty words she wanted to say and that she always bit back.

"Are you deaf?" he then spat out. "Or just stupid?" he jeered while his heeled boots stomped over the ground as he taunted her further.

"Well?" he then said while brazenly, his fingers weaved through (h/c) colored hair before he tugged,

“Would you like it if I took one from you?” He said while pulling her head back.

He could see her (e/c) colored eyes, the two pretty orbs sickening him with how lovely they seemed, with how innocent and pure they appeared in spite of her fiendish nature. 

“No your highness,” (F/n) responded lifelessly, devoid of the true malice she felt for the boy, as well as the desperation she felt to escape.

It wasn't right to be used to such things, but unfortunately, this was her daily routine. 

Alone, (f/n) sighed softly at what seemed like an everyday occurrence. 

Her young lord always found a way to flaunt his status at her, and it irked her, but she simply allowed it.

 It bothered her so much to be subjugated to such humiliating tasks and behavior, all for a meal she would never taste.

But for Hannah’s sake, she said not a word, nor fought back, because she knew how much the woman loved the young boy.

For whatever reason, her fondness was deep.

(f/n) couldn't understand why that affection stemmed from her. Why she so desperately latched onto the young boy because she wasn't linked to him by contract.

The Golden eyed demon was.

That creature known as Claude Faustus was.

  Being a young demon herself, (f/n) latched onto Hannah Annafellows, a  much more powerful entity. 

She was subordinate to her, just as the triplets were because in the demon world she’d be a spec compared to greater ones such as Hannah, and especially those such as Claude.

Claude...she hated that man so much, despised him with every fiber of her being.

 He knew the great pain Hannah endured. 

He was aware of her soft-heartedness for the boy, and yet he pinned him against her. Constantly, he spewed venom like the spider he was, making sure no one could get to the young lord as he could. 

He was selfish. 

He was vile, and yet, (F/n) couldn't bite back to him either. 

She was weaker but much more, she was loyal.

She was loyal to Ms. Annafellows and her say.

(f/n)'s palm gently fell over the other maid’s covered eye, her (e/c) eyes staring at her with sadness, because in spite of her species and supposed nature, she could feel.

And at that moment she couldn’t help but feel sorrow for her.

 “ Miss Annafellows…” she started, “Are you alright?” she asked. 

“You know I feel no pain,” Hannah replied with her soft, warm tone always present, easily slipping from the caress.

 “ I only feel pain when he does,” she explained,  her tanned fingers dancing over the bandage as a small, saccharine smile forming on her lilac-painted lips. 

The other lovely sapphire blue gleamed at the mention of the young lord, and (f/n) had to look away, far too conflicted to stay and stare.

She nodded in understanding.

However, truthfully, it was an action done of exasperation, and not truly good understanding. 

“Of course…” (f/n) replied, going back to her mundane routine.

As she left the room and ventured the long halls, she then  passed by the be-speckled demon, and she could feel his gaze on her, the burning fire of his watch fuming her, but with eyes that fell to the ground as ordered, she fought through the urges to break free.

She fought against her pride and stayed hush. 

The only comfort was that by then , she was used to then. 

it felt weird, you had to admit that much. when you first woke up here, things seemed so exciting, as if you were finally living out your fangirl dreams. that’s what every anime fan dreams of, right? waking up in their favorite anime, falling in love with their favorite anime character... but truly being here had begun to lose it’s charm. sure, you had some excitement seeing as you’d seemed to appear a good bit before the beginning of the first season, though that didn’t cause your excitement to falter. it was only after season one had begun that you began to grow weary. you already knew what was going to happen, how it would happen and when it would happen. rewatching black butler multiple times had seemingly ruined the genuine experience for you. 

a familiar sinking feeling began to settle in your stomach. you weren’t surprised; it was made clear a long time ago that this serenity had never been your cup of tea. you thrived being kept on your toes, and laying in your bed at the phantomhive manor wasn’t doing a damn thing for you. so with all of your strength, you hoisted yourself up and out of bed before getting dressed in a simple beige dress accompanied by some white heels. you busied yourself with pulling your hair into a low, messy bun as you exited your room. maybe walking around for a bit might help. 

as you passed ciel’s study, your attention was caught by some chatter.

“no, sebastian, i am not going to have you as my dance instructor.” ciel’s voice pierced the silence. 

“but, my lord, it’s far too short-notice to request one of your usual teachers. the ball is tomorrow night,” sebastian reasoned, his voice causing a small smile to fall onto your lips.

“there isn’t even any music,” ciel huffed. suddenly filled with energy, you knocked on the already open door.

“i can help with that,” you giggled. 

“ah, (Y/N), good afternoon,” sebastian said, physically relaxing as his eyes caught yours. 

“good afternoon, lady (Y/N). how exactly would you like to be of assistance?” ciel inquired, obviously hoping to get out of going to another ball. 

you slyly pull your phone from one of your dress’s side pockets. “i can play instrumental music on my phone and sebastian can lead you through the dance.”

“why don’t you and sebastian demonstrate?” ciel asked, his face as stoic as ever, though there was a playful glint in his cerulean blue eye. you glanced at sebastian as he let out a soft chuckle before extending his gloved hand to you. opening your phone and pressing play on your music app, you then took his hand as the calming sound of one of your favorite instrumental songs filled the air. 

sebastian pulled you close to him, his warm and inviting smell calming your aching nerves as he held you. you gently placed your hand on his shoulder while the other slipped into his smoothly, as if two puzzle pieces had finally fallen into place once more. having been so lost in your own memories of your home and everything that you’d felt as though you’d left behind, you’d almost forgotten just how right it felt to be in sebastian’s arms. 

moving as fluidly as the ocean, and each step as soft as a falling feather, sebastian led the dance, your elegance almost matching his. the dance lasted for a few more minutes before the song faded out, leaving you both in a comfortable silence. 

ciel cleared his throat in a polite manner, glancing away from the two of you. 

“right then,” he said in his usual business tone. “thank you for demonstrating, sebastian, (Y/N).”

“of course,” you responded softly as you both stepped away from one another. 

“there is no need to thank me, my lord.” sebastian smiled at you before returning his eyes to ciel. 

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the day had went by as quickly as most days do in the phantomhive manor - you helped the servants around as you could, enjoying chatting with bardroy as you helped him make dinner. though, sebastian didn’t seem to be all that happy with how close you had seemingly become with the chef, which is something he brought up after ciel had been put to bed. 

“may i come in?” sebastian asked after knocking on your bedroom door. 

“yeah, of course, come in,” you replied, sitting up on your bed.

“what’s up?” you asked as sebastian shut the door behind him. a slow moment of silence followed your question as he kept his back turned to you. 

“do you like it here?” sebastian inquired, a small hint of fear evident in his voice.

“of course i do,” you replied softly as you stood up. “sebastian, what’s wrong?”

“you’ve seemed so distant recently. i assumed i may have done something - or not done something - that caused you to begin to become so shut off. i saw how animatedly you were conversing with bardroy and i became... afraid.”

“afraid of what?” you asked as you now stood beside the tall butler. 

“afraid that you have begun to no longer care for me as i care for you...”

“sebastian...” you breathed out before gently taking his hand, causing him to look you in the eyes. “i love it here, more than anything. i’ve never felt so safe somewhere in my life. you make me feel so safe. i love you more than anything in this world or the next. i’m so sorry for being so distant, it’s just easy to feel guilty for leaving everyone behind...” another moment of silence followed before sebastian spoke up once more.

“if you... wish to return home, i will not be the one to stop you.”

“sebastian... i don’t want to ever leave here without you, okay? you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you teased the demon, causing a small smile to show on his lips. 

“will you dance with me?” you blurted out. sebastian chuckled before taking your hand in his.

“nothing would make me happier.”

pulling out your phone, you once again played the same song you’d both danced to only hours before. this time, the dance was much more intimate than formal, however. sebastian loosely wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his broad chest as you draped your arms around his neck, leaning your head against his shoulder as you both danced elegantly across the floor of your bedroom. 

as the moonlight spilled into the room in whispers, you couldn’t help but look up at sebastian, his maroon eyes fixated lovingly on your form. having been caught staring, the male could only smile before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. you sighed in content before resuming your position, your eyes closing as he held you. the song had long faded out before sebastian picked you up, carrying you to your bed and pulling you close to him once more under the inviting warmth of the covers. 

a realization hit you as you began drifting off to sleep in the arms of your love, a realization that was much overdue. you may miss your friends back home, and even the life you’d grown so accustomed to... but nothing in that world could have ever felt as right as being wrapped in sebastian’s arms. 

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It had all been quite a blurr, but from what you understood, the butler cared more for the cats than he did for you, but he wanted to take the cats in and since they seemed to be attached to you, you became part of the package. Your experience in helping out in people’s households came in handy as you were given a servant’s uniform and the following duties: help out the insanely incompetent house staff and take care of the cats. 

Which would all be fine. If it were not for you running around most of the time fixing all kinds of mistakes that the staff would make. You weren’t too sure who hired these people, but you were pretty sure that they were absolutely far from fit for their respective position. Then there was the young master, absolutely not happy with the fact that Sebastian, the main butler seemed to have hired an extra staff member without any permission, but for some reason he had managed to sell your skills somehow. Truly not a hard task if you compared your skills to those of the other personnel, but you figured they must have some kind of hidden talent that they were kept around and your arrival was disputed over. 

Then again, it didn’t take you long to figure out that all cat-related duties, which was most of them… were secret. Sebastian made it very clear -after you nearly spilled the beans- that everything related to the cats was to be dealt with away from the master, and preferably in a different set of clothes. He had allergies, Sebastian explained, but he really couldn’t find it in him to get rid of all the felines neatly hidden away in his bedroom. You were torn between thinking the situation hilarious and wildly appropriate. But if you had to choose between living on the cold streets of London with not even a little bit of certainty that you’d make it to the next week, or having a bed and food and a handful of chores of which half were secretly to be done in the bedroom of the most handsome butler you had ever seen? Indecent as it may have seemed, the decision was made quickly. 

And then one of the cats escaped. It was a stupid accident, clumsiness and an open door. You managed to close it in time before more of the furry creatures made a run for it, but you had to go after the one that got away in order to not lose your job. 

Of course, the cat was way faster than you were and within minutes you had lost sight of it as it ran into the garden and into the woods behind the manor. You kept following after it, through the garden, initially ignoring how the snow was seeping through your socks, ignoring just how cold it was and just how bad you were feeling. You ran and ran, trying to call out for the cat who was long gone by now. 

The moment you finally realized you were never going to get the cat, was also the moment you realized you were alone in the woods. Lost. It was freezing cold, and you had no way of finding your way back. And hadn’t the young master earlier mentioned something about bears? You were shivering now. The cold and the fear slowly overcoming you as you realized it was slowly getting dark as well… What were you going to do?

You weren’t sure just how long you were wondering around in the woods when you heard your name called closeby. When you turned to the sound, you were surprised to see Sebastian standing there. His expression was unreadable as he asked you what you were doing in the forest. You tried to explain that the cat had gotten away, that you had run after it, but ended up not finding it in the end. You were trying your utmost best not to get upset as you told it, but you knew better than anyone that such a mistake would be enough to lose your job. 

So imagine your surprise when Sebastian didn’t get mad, although he looked a little disappointed at the loss of one of his precious felines, but carried you all the way back instead. He picked you up with unnatural ease, and you were beyond embarrassed, but too cold and shocked to even protest. Before you knew it you were in your room, fresh clothes at the ready and the instructions to go make yourself some tea before bed.

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.