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vilemint · 10 months

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Steeled Revenge

(Sebastian Michaelis x OC) fanfic

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(you can also find this fic on AO3, here's the link , it's to my profile where there's more chapters of this story ((approx 15)) and there's also a Black Clover fic on there too in case anyone was interested.))

Before reading:

There will be mentions of situations most will not find comfortable. Please when reading that you understand these themes exist and it is not targeted at any person, groups, sexual preferences, or any of the sort.

MINORS DNI. DO NOT COPY AND REPOST MY WORK.

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WC: 5.6k

Ch. I

It is yet another dark, gloomy, depressing day out in London today. Even with the threat of rain, people were out and about visiting shops and conducting typical business activities as usual.

Including Mavis, even if she hated being out and around others. But the growing pain in her stomach screamed to have something filling to satisfy itself basically forced her out.

Passing by numerous shops that sold a variety of things, clothes, food, accessories, etc. Mavis favored a spot near the heart of London, even if it was crawling with nobles and mercenaries.For here she could swiftly and easily sneak pieces of food off vendors tables without the owners knowing. And when they’d realize what had happened, she’d be long gone in the sea of humans. She’s been getting bolder and bolder, swiping items at first from family owned businesses and slowly escalating to corporate companies.

But, there’s a drawback for Mavis being in large crowds.

What was stronger than the smell of baked goods and street food being freshly made right there was the scent of human souls. It's like shoving a Thanksgiving dinner in front of someone who's been stranded in the jungle for 6 months without adequate food and water on hand.

That urge to just cull a human soul was growing day by day. It drove her nuts, so much so that she doesn't eat meat. The sight, color, smell and texture was intoxicating, but she forces herself to push those emotions down, no matter how loudly her stomach growls.

With her back as straight as it could get, she ventured on into the crowds of people, swallowing the saliva that flooded her mouth as her sensitive nose caught the wisps of other souls. Its been getting worse since she arrived in London sometime ago. She’s times before came close to actually attacking people, but would stop herself when her consciousness would return from the frenzy. The haunting memories of her childhood being the negotiator most of the time.

For today’s menu, Mavis craved something sweet. And the only good enough shop for her to steal from would be from the Funtom Company. Rumor had it that a mere child runs the company now, as well as being head of his family. These were whispers and judgmental words from citizens who had issues with a child running everything.

She remembered the day she found out that was the case, thinking to herself, ‘Even if he runs a successful Candy Company, I can't believe he's the head of the family. Earl Phantomhive. Parents dying in a tragic house fire, leaving the boy the only one alive. Poor thing, I almost pity him.’

She huffed lightly, comparing backstories of his and her own together mentally. ‘Though, you weren't turned into a monster. But I am curious about this infamous butler of his that tags along wherever he goes.’

She ceased her mental bickering when the sweet smell of the well known candy store hit her nose. A sly smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she also spotted the company mascot on a small sign hanging over the main entrance.

‘Ahh..reminds me of father. Though that alone won't stop me from swiping some goodies!’

The shop was busy as usual, lots of kids with their parents browsing what Funtom offered as goods, along with young couples buying candy for one another. The typical crowd for the time of day.

Upon entering, Mavis snuck through the groups of people, purposefully avoiding the shop employees. There had been a sketch of her posted on the ‘Not Welcome In Store/Banned’ section of a newsletter board. Last thing needed was to be chased out of the store before getting a bite of the sweets.

Weaving in and out of the people, she finally made it to the baked sweet sitting on plates, awaiting grubby hands to take them. Brownies, cookies, cakes, cake slices, crepes, doughnuts, you name it, were all there and out in the open. Unattended, with the quick glance of her surroundings, Mavis began to pocket everything she could grab. Cookies, doughnuts and the one other reason why

she came out here in the first place.

‘Can't forget about the Butterscotch Brownies!’

Grabbing an exceptionally large handful of them she quietly pocketed the sweets before a voice shot out into the crowd.

“HEY! You’re supposed to not be here!”

“Crap!!”

She immediately turned around and booked it, pushing past the people in her way that tried to stop the robbery.

Reaching the door, she pulled it open and dashed through it, all the while her head was turned to show off her tongue to the ones that tried to stop her. She was home free, beginning to advance to the streets ahead when-

WHAM!

“Ugh..Damn it..” Her muffled voice crowed.

Wait.

Muffled?

Shooting open her silver colored eyes Mavis slowly observed what she ran into.

Black overcoat..

White undershirt..black tie..

A silver crest over the left breast pocket..

She took a sharp inhale. ‘This scent..I’ve smelled it before..Roses and Cinnamon..’ Slowly taking a step back, the customers gasped and murmured behind her. The sensitive hearing she has easily caught their voices.

“That mangy street rat ran into Earl Phantomhive! Er, well, his butler at least..”

‘You’ve gotta be shitting me.’ She groaned internally. Say goodbye to all that hard work for food I guess.

“Oh my. What is it that we have here?” A voice, so smooth and still as a lake spoke from above.

Quickly looking up her eyes widened at who the voice belonged to.

A man, tall and slender, with raven black hair, porcelain skin, and deep ruby red eyes observed her.

‘Oh fuck..’ Mavis nervously thought as she started to shiver lightly. ‘This man..he's the same as me..he’s a demon, and a ridiculously powerful one too..’ She stiffened up as his eyes traced her frame, slightly widening halfway around her body before relaxing again.

“Ah! Mr.Sebastian you’ve come at a good time! This harlot has been the one stealing all of the baked sweets! She’s got them in her pocket!”

Sebastian, briefly glanced at the store employee before going back down at the woman in front of him, a quick hand reaching into her pocket and pulling out the Butterscotch Brownie she snatched minutes before. He eyed the sweet then again the woman, a devilish smirk came across his face.

“So it appears. Good man, I’ll take her to the proper authorities.” He gave an eye closed smile, using his other hand to grab one of Mavis’s wrists, his attention snapping down to her. “Now then, Madam, I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.” His grip tightened, as if he'd snap her wrist if she refused.

Growling slightly, she stared back into his maroon eyes, “Fine.”

Again, Sebastian smiled and turned to leave, bringing Mavis into the public eye. The moment she was out of the building, she made a quick twist of her wrist and bent it in a way that Sebastian wasn’t expecting and yanked herself free from his grasp. Taking the newfound freedom from her short capture Mavis took a quick breath of air and turned hightail, running away from the man as quickly as she could.

“Hey! Get back here!” The same employee yelled out, lunging into the direction the thief ran in, only to be stopped by Sebastian’s hand being placed on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, she will be dealt with accordingly.”

The shopkeeper Looked up at the butler in clad black with a look of uncertainty. Nonetheless, he once again thanked Sebastian for his coincidental timing and went back inside.

“Sebastian. What was that all about?”

Turning on his heel, he looked down to a boy, dressed neatly and spiffy like with an eyepatch over his right eye. And with a small bow, he rose back up and replied, “My apologies Young Master, it seems our rat problem just ran off.”

“What? That girl? SHE got away from YOU?”

With his eyes staring at his master, he continued. “There’s something else..” He walked over and put a hand to his ear. “In other words, a supernatural problem.”

The boys single ocean blue eye widened, nodding to his butler. “We will speak of this back at the manor. Come, if it means what it's starting to sound like this needs our attention now. Reschedule the check in with the other shops too.”

Sebastian got down on one knee. With a hand over his chest and spoke, “Yes, my lord.”

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Mavis, now a safe distance away from the demonic butler, hissed at herself. “You idiot! Now not only don't you have any food, you’ve now got to deal with..THAT.” She spat out the word like acid, kicking some garbage in the alleyway she found after scaling buildings in the means to hide, the anger and frustration slowly boiling. Not only that, but her stomach was making the same Sirens call, trying to move her to feast on a human soul. Audible growls of hunger shook her body, and the aching pain that followed felt like a hot knife being stabbed into her belly.

“This..then that psychopathic red head from a few days ago..and now another demon in London. What more could come my way?” She grumbled, making a plan on what to do for the night.

‘Well..I have to find food, or else I’ll snap..that’s priority one. At least the dinner rush will happen soon..’

-later that night-

As she thought, the dinner rush began not long after the sun began to set. This time she stuck by the area she’s been calling ‘home’ for a few weeks now. Mainly sticking by the homeless folk that slept in the alleys and in broad daylight for everyone to observe.

Using her typical scavenger skills, Mavis again blended into a bustling crowd of people. She tried to focus on sights rather than scents, although seeing out of her eyes was just as much of a curse as her sense of smell. For she is able to physically see a person's soul. The shape, color and hue, and in some rare instances she could even see their textures. The mere sight of a soul doesn't catch her attention most of the time, it was the scent that was her enemy too.

It was already dark out. City workers scrambled to light the street lights to illuminate roads and sidewalks. Even without the light she could see everything around her like the sun had never set. Her night vision ability was really something to marvel at, even if it did make the things around her light up like a Christmas Tree.

Again she made it to an open table full of goods, checking her surroundings once more she began to pick out the ones that looked the best.

‘Mmmm…I’ll take you, you, you….’ She gasped loudly in her mind. ‘YOU!’ Her silver eyes widened. There before her was a Butterscotch Brownie, and only 2 were left. Muscle memory just lunged for the baked good, snatching the one and stuffing it into her pockets with the rest of them. Her swift swiping was silent, her clothing not even rustling.

Satisfied with her haul, Mavis slunked back into the crowd, disappearing into the sea of people.

She moved and weaved with bliss, not once bumping or brushing against anyone. Eventually she made it to another alley, quickly making her way to the very end of it and smothering herself against the brick wall, sinking down to the ground with her knees up to her chest. As a rabid animal finding fresh kill, the woman began to devour the sweets. Filling her stomach, but just barely. Even though she could taste and favor food like any other human, no matter how much she’d eat it wasn't enough. It only sufficed her hunger for a little while, a quarter of the day at most.

The Butterscotch Brownie was the only thing left to eat. Saliva dripped down the corner of her mouth, like a dog salivating for a bone. “Ohh you better be worth this!” She nearly moaned. Opening her maw, Mavis shoved the sweet inside, chewing the delectable tart and savoring its flavor to the fullest, before swallowing. Satisfied, Mavis moved closer to the wall, snuggling into the corner that met with the adjacent building with a tattered piece of cloth barely large enough to cover her body fully, slowly lulling herself to sleep.

Sure, she knew that it’d probably be best to keep a watchful eye out for demons and reapers, but today was the first day that Mavis’s screaming stomach calmed down. She didn't waste on the opportunity to rest.

Hopefully, she'll get a full night's rest if she’s lucky.

“My, my, you’re one hard woman to find.”

..Well nevermind I guess.

The millisecond those words hit Mavis’s ears, her eyes shot open and hovered over to the source of the sound.

A familiar scent followed close behind.

Roses and Cinnamon, with a new undiscovered hint of Earl Grey.

Her body moved on its own, quickly standing to her feet while her back pressed against the brick wall, hands holding onto a few of the bricks instinctively.

‘It wasn't worth it. Damn you!’

There at the opposite end of the alley, stood the same figure from before, the Phantomhive butler. The eyes he had made Mavis’s lips curl in distaste.

“It's a bothersome thing, isn't it? The anguish of a starving demon.” Sebastian’s smooth voice echoed in the restricted space. All was silent except the clicking of his dress shoes hitting the cobblestone pavement beneath them, making his way towards Mavis. In return she pressed herself harder to the wall, her teeth slightly sharpening in defense.

“Don't come any closer! I’m not in the mood to deal with you again today!” She protested, sending a small growl Sebastian’s way.

The soft sound curled around his ears, a sound he knows too well. It was a warning growl. “Mm, I’m afraid not. For you see, my Master's line of work would double if someone like you is out and about. The last thing he wants is the Queen to worry about her citizens.”

“Tch. To hell with her citizens. I know why you’re here, and I’m going to tell you once more, stay away. I’m not going to feed anytime soon.”

All Sebastian did was smile, and chuckle ever so slightly. “Ah, if I had a nickel for everytime I’ve heard that.” His eyes shifted to the telling color of bright magenta, seemingly illuminating brighter than the lamps in the dim alley.

Mavis in turn allowed her eye to do the same, showing off the piercing magenta color. All though in a much, much lower brightness. The iris slitting into a vertical shape. This made Sebastian stop in his tracks, staring at her.

“Oh? Well this is new..” He whispered to himself, though the woman caught it. His eyes squinted to Mavis’s chest, eyeing it curiously. She didn’t move, she knew that he was looking at her soul. With a quick breath in, Sebastian was stunned at her scent.

What he smelt was not only the familiar stench of a demon, but a new scent he didn’t notice before that the woman carried with her.

The sweet scent of honeysuckle and cedarwood, with a hint of the scent of..a forest?

Now, Sebastian would be lying if his own mouth didn't water in the presence of such a delectable soul, but being bound by contract, he couldn’t do anything about it. After all, it was his fault for being so picky about quality souls. His interest in the situation at hand was growing more however.

“Here I thought that you were some low life trying to get by. Though that is still the case-” he chuckled to himself slightly, before continuing. “However, in my many years of ‘life’ have I ever seen something as mysterious as you.” His lips curled back slightly, revealing 3 sharp top teeth and 2 sharp lower ones, all the while making his way to the woman. “Although it's been rumored of it happening, I’ve never seen one in person before..”

“Yes, yes, I’m well aware of what I am. But are you aware that I want nothing to do with someone like you?” She spat, putting one of her feet flat against the wall. If she had to escape, this would probably be the best way out.

“That I am. But I am bound by orders from my Master as I said to make contact with you. We cannot afford a rogue demon potentially starting a frenzied killing right now.”

She huffed with irritation, rolling her dual colored eyes at the man's words. “I already told you, I’m not going to feed. I haven’t culled anyone in over 17 years. Besides, I’m not looking for work. I have other important priorities to focus on than wasting time serving some moron tea when their legs work just fine.”

“Seems like she’s not listening, am I right, Sebastian?” A young voice called from behind the butler, along with the shadow of a child turning the corner from where the open road was.

“It appears so Young Mater. Perhaps our second plan could work.”

At the sight of the boy Mavis gritted her teeth together. ‘Not again, not like last time.’ She eyes him down. “What do you want, little pup?”

The boy squinted his one eye, staring back at her.

“How about a game?”

Mavis tensed slightly, “What do you mean..”

He walked up to his butler, cane in hand and stopped with the last sound being said cane striking the ground.

“I mean what it sounds like. The game is chase.”

The woman stayed silent, watching the little Earl.

“All you have to do is escape Sebastian for 5 minutes. If he catches you, you come back with us. If he doesn't, we will leave you until you lose control.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. Was she seriously considering his offer?

“What do I get out of it?”

“Food. A roof over your head and a bed. Though no one is ever allowed to live in my manor without being of some sort of use. You’d have to work, and, as you said, you’d bring me tea.” He shot a cocky smirk.

Huffing again and getting tired of looking over her shoulder, she replied. “Fine. If it means you’ll leave me alone.”

“Excellent. You get a 10 second head start. After that, Sebastian will come for you.” he pulled out a pocket watch, flipping it open. “Ten.-” Aaannnddd she’s gone.

The joints in Mavis’s wrists and feet swiveled backwards and began to pull her body up the brick wall, much like a spider. As she reached the top, she took a millisecond to glance back at the butler who wore a smirk of excitement, then flipped over onto the roof. Just out of view now she could hear the quiet voice of the boy ask Sebastian if that was how she got away earlier that day, which he confirmed.

‘I know just one place that might throw off that damn bird demon..’ She thought, slowly making her way closer and closer to the Thames River.

Ciel turned to his butler, with 7 seconds remaining. “Well? What do you think? Could she really be only a half demon?”

Sebastian hummed lightly, eyes glued to the roof the woman was last seen on. ”It's beginning to look like it, though I’ll see for myself in a few seconds.” He glanced down at the Earl, his ruby eyes lightly sharpening at the chase ahead.

Back to Mavis, she hopped from roof to roof, finally seeing the Thames ahead. She was looking for the specific bridge that ran over it, the one that was full of people no matter what time of day. She grinned at the glorious sight, making haste to the under part of the bridge where she knew the supports for the bridge had a hollow opening, there she'd clamper into the space and squished herself as far as she could. And that's exactly what she did, making sure no one would see her first, then snuck down the embankment, and under the bridge. But before going in the bride's support, she decided to slather her arms, legs, and cheeks with mud, to deter her scent from being as noticeable.

Again, Ciel patiently waited for the seconds to tick by. Finally seeing the needle of his pocket watch hit the 10 second mark, he didn't raise his head to look at the butler. He knew he’d follow his order. “Fetch.”

And, just as quickly as Mavis had, Sebastian was gone too. The only thing indicating his departure was the near silent steps of his dress shoes clinking on the shingles above.

‘Ah, I see what she’s done here.’ Sebastian stopped, glancing down at the area next to the river. ‘Trying to deceive my senses are we? Interesting..She’s clever, I’ll give her that. And it seems she knows how to play games..’ His eyes scanned the crowd below, choosing to start his search by the well known pub in the area.

Many nooks and crannies zig zagged around the suburb. This was an area known to teem with trouble, most notably where Jack the Ripper has committed most of his recent murders. He scaled down the building in a darkened alley and walked out into the opening, as if he had been walking there this whole time.

‘He’s already near me?! No, that can't be!’ Mavis drastically thought. The wind had changed direction in her favor, er, well, not really.. She easily caught the distinctive scent of a demon nearby, along mixed in the aroma was hints of cinnamon and roses, though the cinnamon was much more pungent being a spice and all. But her muscles tensed, straining to keep herself steadfast in the corner as she heard the faintest sound of those dress shoes clicking down the cobblestone road. Even though that kind of shoe was normally worn during this era, it was the sound of his shoes that concerned her.

Sebastian sighed and continued on, slowly making his way to the bridge.

‘Well I’m never going to find her this way. Might as well use primal instincts..’ He took in the wind, allowing the scents of London to penetrate his nose. The disgusting smells of excrement from horses and people, mixed in with the other typical scents of London stood out. But one scent in particular pushed those aside and garnered his attention, one he hasn't encountered before.

His lips curled into a dark smirk scenting the faintest aroma of a demon, a sour and dark type of, but mixed in it like a blended melody was hints of citrus. This stood out beyond the rest of London, and to fill the growing hunger in his stomach Sebastian began to move closer and closer to the bridge.

Back underneath, Mavis was panicking. Why did she agree to do this?! Dammit! And to add salt in the wound she agreed to even ‘play’ with a powerful, high ranking demon too!

Her thoughts of possible escape snapped to a halt, the knowing piercing pain in her head thumped hard against her skull. ‘Shit! I’ve been so focused on hiding that I didn't realize just how much energy I’m wasting just to do this!’ The raging headache going on now couldn't be dulled by any other pain. She bit her lip hard, unknowingly too hard, not paying attention to the feeling of liquid slowly dropping down her lips till it was too late.

Looking down to her horror, Mavis watched a singular drop of blood hit the ground. It’s impact echoing louder than the clopping of horse hooves against the pavement up above. Like flipping a switch, the sound of Sebastian’s dress shoes abruptly changed direction and started moving closer to the bridge. Eventually Mavis surmised that the man was right on top of the same support beam she was. Instinctively she drove her hand to cover her mouth, in an attempt to slow her rapid breaths.

Taking out his pocket watch, Sebastian peered down at the glass and clicked his tongue. ‘Oh dear, its already been 4 minutes and 30 seconds? This won't do at all.” He frowned. ‘To think.. I might be outsmarted by a half demon..’ The foul taste of the thought stained his tongue.

The butler resumed his walk, but stopped after a few steps as his ears picked up the soft sound of yelping. It was faint, he could just barely hear it, but in his line of work you get accustomed to the sounds of whimpering one way or another.

Turning around, his eyes scanned the crowd of bustling people who were on the bridge with him, it was close enough that maybe the woman was blending in with the crowds.

Then, he heard it again. The same yelping sound, this time slightly louder but not loud enough to draw attention from humans, but loud enough for animals and supernaturals to hear it.

Mavis looked up from between the cracks she could physically see Sebastian above her. The lanterns illuminated his form while hiding the features on his face, but there’s no doubt it was him. The only man on the bridge without a woman or friend beside him, and the distinctive 3 raised hairs atop of his head gave it away. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the blinding light of the hanging lanterns, Sebastian’s form was gone. Fear and anxiety soon set in.

And she had a right to be scared.

“My, aren’t you a well camouflage thing?” His voice slipped off his tongue and right into Mavis’s ear.

She squeaked and finally lost the strength in her arms and legs, now tumbling down to the muddy water bank face first with a hard ‘thud’. She groaned and started to heave herself up but was stopped by a firm hand gripping the back of her neck.

“Ah, ah, ah. Can’t have you running off now, you’ve been caught, little mouse.” Sebastian smirked, and in return Mavis gave a deep growl of displeasure; the grip this man had on her was so strong that if she even attempted to run her skin would most likely stay in his hand while her body left.

Ciel yet again looked at his watch, about to call Sebastian back till out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the man in question walking towards him. He had to double take to be sure his ‘one good eye’ wasn’t deceiving him.

“Young Master, I come bearing a gift.” He chuckled.

With her arms folded and silver eyes fixed on anything else but the two of them was an irritated Mavis. ‘How could I let this happen AGAIN?! Screw this damn Bird Brain and runt of an Earl..’ She negatively thought. “I can see that Sebastian. Come, the carriage is waiting.” He turned impressively and began to walk to the horse drawn car. All the while, Mavis just kept her mouth shut the whole time, till she was put into said carriage. She reluctantly sat down, looking around the small space for an easy escape route to only find her chance would be to weave between her kidnappers. That or go through the glass window, which was out of the question. I mean, she did lose fair and square, and Mavis was a woman of her word (for the most part..depends on what it is.)

Both of Mavis’s captors sat across from her. Sebastian wasn’t driving this time as someone else was hired for the job.

“Now then, May I ask for your name?” Ciel quizzed, legs crossed over and back straight. His single deep royal blue eye practically pierced through the woman before him. “Mavis. Mavis Fairview.” She replied, hand on her chin and head leaning on the cool glass of the carriage.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Fairview. I’m Ciel Phantomhive, Earl of Phantomhive.” Before he continued the woman but in. “I know who you are. To the public eye you’re just a boy who lost everything. But to others, you’re known as the Queens Guard Dog.” She didn’t move her head, but her eyes slid over to the boy, who looked right back at her with surprise. Even the butler next to him couldn’t help but to mimic the same reaction as well.

“How-how did you know?”

“When you’re part of the actual underworld, word travels fast. Especially when you got him-” She slightly hissed, “As your lap dog too.” As she sneared at Sebastian, a thought crossed her mind. Ciel had started to gain notoriety at being a detective, and even solving what the Scotland Yard couldn’t do, so perhaps..he might be able to help her…

In her own personal life, she wasn��t getting far with leads to look for the person/people that made her own special little hell on Earth, who caused her great pain and suffering and, just like anyone else, wanted revenge on them for doing so. But..could she really put down more time and waste possible energy for another Master who would ‘help’ her?

The chance would come soon enough. Afterall, what more could she gamble away? Nothing if I’m being honest. But for now she had to determine if these ‘people’ before her are worth the time. Ciel squinted his eye at her as she continued to stare, getting uncomfortable between that and the awkward silence that was soon apparent.

To break it, Ciel continued with a basic question. “Alright, seeing that you’ll be staying at the manor you’d have to work for me. No one is allowed to stay rent free. Have you ever had a job like a maid before?”

She sighed, angry that she’s going to answer truthfully. But its for the best. “Yes I have. I’ve been a maid and a butler before, But I much prefer the butler role.”

Ciel put a hand to his chin in thought. “Young Master, if I may-” Sebastian started, “Perhaps it would be best to have another butler in the house. She could be of some use to the troublemakers back at the manor.” Ciel’s face soured at the mention of the others. “Yes..It would be nice for once to not have anything go wrong.”

Mavis just looked between them, hoping the Earl wouldn’t say what she thinks he will.

“Alright, I’ll have you work under Sebastian. You’ll also be second in charge for our morons of servants.” Aaannnddd there it is. The thought of her having to work under this..sadistic demon made Mavis grind her teeth. Her K9’s peeking through her lips.

“Fine. But, I must ask something of you in return. If you help me I’ll comply, if you don’t I’ll leave the moment I see the chance.”

The both of them looked at each other quickly before looking back at Mavis. Sebastian’s eyes squinted slightly.

“As long as it's in the lines of what I can do, consider it done.”

She closed her eyes, head turning to face the both of them. When they opened, one eye was silver, the other glowing a bright magenta.

“Help me find the people that killed my father, and imprisoned me. Then, I’ll gladly work for you.”

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