Sebastian MichaelisXReader Deed

You looked up at the man before you, his once soft gaze now seemed to pierce through your very being.

"Can you help me?" You repeated defiantly once more. He studied you for another moment, before turning away.

You watched as his arm curled skywards, resting on what you believed to be his chin, though, from this angle, you could not see.

It had been rumored that this man could do anything, for a price, which he would set. It could be money, body parts, death, anything, really.

But the deed would still be done.

You had just asked for what you've always wanted, and you'd be damned if you let whatever the price may be, be too high for you.

After what seemed like forever, when it reality, it was only a few minutes, the tall, raven haired man spoke.

"Fine, I shall give you what you want,"

"And in return?" You leaned forwards, waiting for the words 'Money', to come.

"You will give yourself up completely to me."

You looked at him, shocked.

He turned to face you, a seductive smirk plastered to his face.

"And you shall die when the deed is done, if you were confused about what I meant." You sighed a breath of relief before his words hit you with a force you were not prepared for.

You stood up straight, your body stiffening as he came closer.

"What is your name?" Venom dripped from his voice, so heavily, you were feeling intoxicated by his words. Hypnotized.

"(Y/n)(L/n)"

"Mm," A soft moan escaped his throat, but not his lips, dying out quickly as he drew out his hand, which you took.

"They call me Sebastian Michaelis."

"Is that your real name?" You questioned, confused about why he added 'They call me' to his sentence.

"No, but it is what my Master calls me."

You watched him for a moment, before shrugging it off, without actually shrugging.

You turned to leave,

"Tell me when the deed is done." You quietly whispered before heading out the door into your carriage, which sat, eagerly waiting.

"I will," Sebastian murmured, even though you could not hear him.




----Sebastions' POV----

He sat at the window, his gaze following the young female as she walked to her carriage, the driver opening the door for her, and shutting it when she was safely inside.

A sword sat by his side, his gloved fingers carefully tracing over the blade, careful not to cut himself on the sharp edges.

"I have ended many lives with this very sword," He whispered when the carriage disappeared, "And yet the thought of slaying (y/n), with this sword or not. . ."

He shook his head, his hair falling in his eyes, "It is just a girl. A young girl. These feelings will be purged soon enough," He retorted to himself angrily.

Though, his heart still stand and hurt him at the thought of ending your life.