Black Butler AU where Bokuto makes a contract with demon!reader.
Requested by @Im_Only_A_Misfit
I'm sorry if I mess anything up, I've never watched Black Butler before!
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"(F/n)!"

You sighed softly at hearing your master's obnoxiously loud voice echo through the mansion. It still amazed you that you could always hear him call no matter how far away he was.

"Yes, Master Bokuto?" you replied, straining your vocal chords so that he could hear your normally soft and quiet voice.

"I need you! Come here!"

You reluctantly closed the book that you were reading and got up from your bed. You quickly walked down the hallways of the mansion before locating your master in the indoor gym. He was sitting on the floor with his head down and a volleyball beside him. You carefully approached him and frowned when you noticed blood trickling from his face.

"Master...?" you called softly.

He looked up at you with a troubled expression on his face as tears listlessly streamed down his cheeks. You didn't need him to say anything for you to know what to do. You wet a few paper towels and retrieved a bag of ice for him before kneeling down beside him.

He averted his eyes as you lifted his chin up so that you could clean the blood off his face and place the ice pack on his head. His golden eyes looked dull and unemotional as he kept his gaze fixed on the wall. Once you'd fixed him up, he murmured his thanks and stood up.

Enraged by his situation all of a sudden, Bokuto picked up the volleyball and threw it against a wall with all the power he had left in him. There was a loud slam that made you flinch, and he paused for a moment.

"Start making dinner, would you?" he requested.

"Yes, Master."

He then walked out of the gym, and you picked up the stray volleyball that had rolled towards you before placing it in the ball basket. You let out a long sigh before cleaning off your hands and making your way to the kitchen to work with the chefs and prepare Bokuto's dinner. He hadn't told you what he wanted, so you told the chefs to make his favorite as you set to work.

This was just another normal day in your life for you now. Ever since Bokuto had signed a contract with you two years ago, this was what you did everyday. You cleaned his enormous mansion, catered to his every whim, and assisted him with the most trivial of tasks, all because he wanted revenge.

Years ago, your parents had gotten into a feud with his parents. Your families used to be friendly with one another, but the evil tendencies in your family full of demons soon became too much to handle. When his parents had threatened to turn your entire family in and get you exterminated, your parents had killed them, leaving Bokuto behind as an orphan.

Your parents had tried to get you to escape with them, but you couldn't leave Bokuto by himself. Angered, they'd left you behind, but they'd soon been found and killed by hunters, leaving you and Bokuto to your own devices.

After that incident, Bokuto hated you. As much as he needed you, he hated you. As the two of you grew older, he ended up forcing you to sign a contract with him. You'd begged him not to, since you didn't want to take his soul, but he'd practically pressed the pen in your hand against the page and signed it for you.

As much as he hated you, he needed you.

Since that day, you'd been working and living in his mansion, which seemed all the emptier with only himself and you in it. Sure, he had a few other attendants, but you were his personal servant. You did your jobs without complaining, and you watched Bokuto suffer with loneliness and self-hatred.

You did everything for him in a sort of effort to make him love you again like he had, but he'd been listless and emotionless. You found things that he'd lost, you helped him open jars, you stood by the volleyball court to hand him volleyballs while he was serving, you did everything for him.

The Bokuto that you knew and loved was gone, as far as you knew. The Bokuto you were stuck with now was rarely ever happy or content. In fact, when he wasn't completely devoid of emotion, he was either angry or depressed—there was no in between.

As much as you wanted to make amends with him, you didn't dare. You knew he hated you. He'd told you multiple times that he hated you because you'd taken his parents away and had stopped him from living a happy life.

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Once dinner was ready, you carried it into the dining room. Bokuto was sitting by himself, as usual, at a table that seemed abnormally large. His parents had loved to throw parties when they'd been alive, but now the dining room was empty and lonely at all times of the day.

You set his dinner down in front of him and filled up his glass with water with ice. Coldness was the only sensation he could feel.

"Get something to eat and sit down," he commanded as he started to eat his food. You nodded and headed into the kitchen, placing the excess food made for Bokuto onto a plate of your own before returning to the table and sitting down across from him.

You had no idea why he'd asked you to sit with him since the two of you ate in complete silence the entire time. He didn't bother to speak to you unless he needed something, and an uncomfortable silence hung in the room, making you feel uneasy.

Once he'd finished his dinner, he stood up and left the table, walking down a different hallway, probably to head to his room. You continued to eat quietly, feeling your heart sink. You thought he wanted to talk to you, but he'd chosen to torment you with silence. When you'd finished your food, you carried the plates back into the kitchen and cleaned them off.

When you were done, the table looked empty and lifeless once again. A portrait of Bokuto's parents stared down at you from the wall nearby, their mouths drawn in happy smiles while their eyes judged you. You turned away from the portrait and hastily left the room, feeling an unbearable weight on your shoulders.

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Later on in the evening, as you busied yourself with chores around the house, you passed by Bokuto's room and felt the urge to knock on his door. You resisted, though, and turned away to walk down the hallway. You didn't get far before you heard him call your name.

Wordlessly, you walked back to his room and knocked on his door before entering upon his permission. He was sitting on his bed in his pajamas, staring at a wall.

"Yes, Master Bokuto?" you wondered softly, "What do you need?"

"I need to talk to you about something," he stated flatly. You stood at the foot of his bed and watched him expectantly with your worried (e/c) eyes. Even though you were a demon, Bokuto had always commented on your emotional sensitivity. "Why are you here?"

"Because you told me to come."

"Why do you listen to me?"

"Because I have to."

"Why?"

"Because we signed a contract that binds me to you as your servant."

"Do you want to leave?"

"... No."

"Why?"

"Because you need me."

"What if I didn't need you?"

"You need me."

Bokuto turned his golden gaze to your own eyes as his eyebrows furrowed in a kind of confused anger. "What makes you so sure? Part of the reason why I forced you into this contract was because I hated you."

"Yes, that was part of the reason. The other part was because you needed me," you answered simply, "I know you need me."

"What if I don't want you here anymore?" he suggested, his eyes narrowing at you as they burned with rage. You didn't make a response, which only fueled his anger. "Why would I want to keep the demon who killed my parents around here?! Every time I look at you, I see your parents killing my own right in front of my eyes!"

"Koutarou, I—"

"You took my chances at happiness away and then you took my soul! How the hell am I supposed to feel about that?"

"Koutarou, please—"

"I'm sick of you, (f/n)! You've kept me from recovering from that event! You took my parents away from me! What did they ever do to you?!"

"Listen to me!" you growled suddenly, making Bokuto stop talking and watch you with a look of anger and disgust. You took a deep breath. "I didn't kill your parents. My parents killed your parents. It's not like they were acting on something I told them or I made them do it. They did it themselves. And I'm sorry that that had to happen to you. That situation was completely out of my control!"

Bokuto shook his head, and you could clearly tell that he was still in denial. When he looked back at you, his eyes were full of tears. "I hate you! You ruined my life!"

"Stop saying that!"

"Why?! It's true!"

"Because I love you!" Your voice echoed throughout his room, and you watched as his eyes widened in response to your words. "I always have and I always will, no matter what you say or do to me. But if you want me to leave, then I'll go."

Bokuto's hand shot out towards you and he grabbed you, pulling you onto the bed with him and into his lap. Instead of hugging you, though, he simply watched you. His eyes were still full of tears, and you wiped a few off his cheeks that had escaped. You could tell that he was trying to feel something other than hatred for you.

You leaned down towards him and kissed him gently. "Please, Koutarou... forgive me," you pleaded softly as you pressed your forehead against his, "If I could go back and stop my parents from hurting your family, I would. Please... I don't feel anything towards a lot of people, but I really do care about you."

Bokuto closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around you. He felt his heart flutter in his chest, and, for the first time in the long years that had passed since his parents' deaths, he felt warmth, comfort, and something other than hatred.

He felt love.

"I need you, (f/n). Please don't go... Please stay here with me. I love you too," he admitted softly as he pressed his lips against yours.

You held onto him tightly. "I will."