𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 || sebastian michaelis x reader

『Chapter 1』

PLEASE READ FIRST!

Hey! If you're new to this book. Welcome! I wrote this back in 2018, where everything was fine (it was not). Thank you for choosing my book.

Just wanna say some things, when I wrote this the first time, there was a lot of misuse of words and grammar, so here I am, older (maybe) rewriting it again.

Also, I know that Grell's gender is not confirmed(some say male some say female) but here, I'm writing Grell as a male. So, sorry if you don't like it.

For this story, I'm going to follow a couple of episodes from Season 2 but not fully following the arcs. I'm not following the manga. But this will have Book of Circus, Murders, and Atlantic.

I'm still opening for fanarts, you can read the details at the very end of this book. I have one part where I explain everything.

Anyways, thank you for choosing my book! Happy reading!

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London

Not exactly the best place for you. At least for someone like you. Life was hard. One goal that stuck to your mind. Survive.

Years being tossed here and there only to end up back in the streets. You hated the streets. You hated the people, the statuses, the pyramid. Just to think about aristocrats made you sick. Not just them. Everyone.

You were desperate. You knew if the people would call the police and that would be the end. But you had no other choice.

"STOP, THIEF!" Shouted the baker as you jumped over a wall and ran in speed. Looking over your shoulder, the man was already panting, holding onto his knee as he bent over. Taking a few turns around the alley, you took a break, keeping the stolen bread in your hand. You sighed as you slid down a wall, throwing your head back. 

"Prick..." You mumbled, taking off your scarf that was covering half of your face, tucking it under your jaw to cover your skin against the cold air. You sighed deeply, resting your elbow on your knee. Before another chaos could happen, you started to split the bread in half, keeping the other half for later, and ate the one in your hand.

As you munched on your food, you heard some shuffling above you. The crates stacked up beside you, You saw a glimpse of a familiar figure that caused you to release a small groan. Standing up, you pulled one of the wooden planks that were propping it.

"Ow!" A cranky voice was heard when the pile of crates knocked over in front of you. A familiar redhead rose from the broken planks. "You could've just said you saw me there." Grell rubbed the top of his head. You walked over to him, patting his chest.

"Good to see you too, stalker."

"Hey, I wasn't stalking you!" He whined, turning to you. You put a hand to your hip, turning your heels. "Then why are you here?"

He pursed his lips, "I was just around here." He reasoned. You rolled your eyes at his remark. You fixed your hair, hiding it under your hood, ready to roam into the night again.

"You're hunting again, Y/n?"

His words stopped your tracks, eyes twitching as you turned back to him. Grell raised an eyebrow, arms crossed as he awaited your answer. You frowned, lips quivering but nothing came out.

"How... How did you know?" You breathed nervously. Grell sighed and approached you. "I know you for years. You always hide your hair under your hood, covering up your face when you're out hunting."