#just a strange guy in yellow clothing from the 19th century nothing to see here

[crazycometspecular]

At least he didn’t overreact

[catboynecromancy]

from the college experience prompts... “i accidentally flooded the laundry room and you really needed to do laundry” au 💕

SOPHIE! This one was so fun, it kind of got away from me, just a little. I actually....really like this one! It's sort of tempting to post it on AO3! I hope you enjoy! Thank you! 🥰

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“Shit.”

Ronan walks down the empty hall, a plastic hamper filled to the brim in hand. It’s been weeks since he’s seen the laundry room, a little too long, really, but he hates having to sit in there for hours when he could be doing literally anything else.

“Shit, fuck —”

He pauses at the propped open, metal door, listening to a nice-sounding voice raise a fuss without peeking inside.

“Oh, my God, what the fuck am I going to do?” The frustration in the stranger’s tone has just about doubled, edging into something like a whine. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, there’s — there’s so much water, what the fuck?”

It’s this last bit that makes Ronan step forward, glancing in to see something he probably should have expected but, somehow, isn’t prepared for at all. Rows of old, white Maytags appear fine, except for one in particular spewing out a mixture of soapy bubbles and water. Next to it is a boy, probably a freshman like Ronan from the looks of him, disheveled and panic spread across his ethereally gaunt features.

The boy runs long fingers through already messed up hair, sighing loudly. “I should call maintenance...no, what if they try charging me for this?”

Ronan’s light eyes flick down to the floor, where at least an inch of sudsy water pools around thin, canvas sneakers. His frustration grows as he realizes this means it’s unlikely he’ll be able to do his own laundry, not with the current state of the room, but ebbs away as Ronan hears the boy going over the potential cost of replacing a 1988 Maytag washer out loud, how he’s putting an awful lot of thought into something that, to Ronan, seems so, so simple.

Oh, well, it isn’t too bad if he just flips a pair of boxers inside out to re-wear, right?

He makes a show of dropping his heavy hamper in the hallway, smacking loudly on the wet pavement. The boy jumps, head jerking up to stare at Ronan with a widened gaze, his sun-kissed, freckled face turning more and more red as seconds pass between them, stuck in an awkward silence.

Ronan opens his mouth to speak, shuts it in a grimace that stretches up to his dark eyebrows, and tries again. “You gonna waste all that good soap?” He asks, sarcastic, pointing at the bubble bath still collecting on the floor at the boy’s feet.

“Am I — What?”

“The flooding, you’re wasting precious laundry soap, man.”

“I,” the boy seems just as baffled as he is embarrassed now. “I’m not doing it on purpose. The machine...broke.”

Ronan smirks, a sharper look than he intends to give but it happens naturally, without any thought. “Uh huh, that’s what they all say, especially when they’ve definitely done something bad.”

His attempts at humor seem to be falling flat, although Ronan thinks it’s more his company’s fault for lacking good taste and being uptight than his jokes being bad. The boy’s flush darkens but he seems almost pissed. “I didn’t break it. All I did was start a load, and this happened. You can’t prove I did anything wrong.”

“No, I can’t,” Ronan looks towards a random corner, letting his eyes linger as if there is something of interest there even though he sees nothing but ugly, off-yellow paint over concrete walls. “But that can.”

The boy snaps his attention to the spot. “That?” He repeats, “I don’t see anything. Is something supposed to be there?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I...Okay, you’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”

Ronan snorts, crossing his arms against his chest. He leans on the door frame to stare at the boy, trying not to let his gaze wander too much, although it’s impossible to stop himself from taking in a wiry frame underneath loose clothing, and a strange face that could either belong to a couture model, or some 19th century soldier lost to both war and time.

“No shit,” he says after a moment, tilting his head. “Had to cheer myself up somehow after realizing I’m gonna have to wear yesterday’s dirty drawers and you seem like the kind of guy who’s easy to get riled up.”

Just like how Ronan had been doing moments prior, the boy’s blue eyes shift along his form, lingering on a few spots before finally finding it’s way back to his face. “And you seem like an asshole,” he says, no heat to the words, like he’s stating a fact instead of insulting Ronan. “You get off on messing with people who are already freaking out?”

He pushes off of the frame with a shrug, stomping into the flooded room without a care towards getting his leather boots wet. “You don’t look like you’re freaking out,” Ronan replies and stops a short ways off, close enough to see the water is still spilling out like a goddamn waterfall. “Not anymore, at least.”

Now it’s the boy’s turn to open his mouth, about to protest but he stops. It takes another couple of seconds but then, all of a sudden, he’s got this dorky sort of smile. “Shit, you’re right. Did you do that on purpose?”

“Not really,” Ronan edges closer, closer, until he thinks any further would be encroaching on the boy’s personal space. “Need some help with that?”

“You know how to stop it?”

“Nope. Figured we could fish your clothes out and head over to the east wing, try our luck there.”

“And just leave it like this?”

“Yeah, why the hell not? You got a better idea?” Ronan reaches in, grabbing the first piece of clothing he can find, pretending he doesn’t realize it’s a pair of boxer-briefs he’s now got in his hand. “You gonna call maintenance so late on their day off? Pissing them off is a surefire way to get charged for the goods.”

When the boy doesn’t say anything right away, Ronan tosses the underwear at his face, laughing when it hits with a plop and an oof. He peels it away, frowning, and tosses it right back so it smacks Ronan’s face. “Okay, fine,” he says, trying to sound exasperated but failing. “Help me out and I’ll let you use my soap. I’m Adam, by the way. Adam Parrish.”

“Ronan,” he replies, grabbing more sopping wet clothing to throw at Adam, who huffs in an amused sort of way. “Ronan Lynch. Let’s get outta here before someone catches us.”

“Would be a lot quicker if you weren’t shucking my clothes at me, y’know,” Adam points out as he removes another pair of underwear from on top of dusty, light brown locks.

“I’m helping,” Ronan answers, casual, doing it again. “Not my fault you're shit at catching.”

Adam gives him a withering look. It shouldn’t be exciting, to be glared at in such a way, but something about impressing a difficult person is more satisfying than all the ones who just fawn over Ronan because of his good looks. “Do a better job at tossing, then, asshole.”

Ronan smirks, wide and toothy. A night that had seemed like it was going to be filled with nothing but boring laundry has somehow become much, much more interesting than Ronan could have hoped.

[lovee-infected]

Macaroon anon I love you and how can I resist writing for such a great idea? I really wanted this piece to take place as Ciel was stuck in twst in my previous au but since I mentioned dorm leaders there it couldn't be really done...Rip

A twisted path ✨

~ Black butler x twisted wonderland ~

Feat : Mey-Rin , Bard & Finnian

Poor trio stay away in shock of not only his unexpectedly loud shout but also...eh...his appearance .  Are they wrong or does this guy really look similar to master Ciel...?

Coming conscious still with his eyes closed , he hears some sounds around him:" He dead ?-""No I don't think he is, his chest is still moving" "Anyway what's this body doing hear at Phantomhive's mansion? If he's been stabbed or something it's going to be troublesome," "Na I guess this dude's just been really drunk y'all. Also...what's with the clothes ? Could it be that he's somewhat of an actor from nearby theaters ?" "Aye? Since when are the designs this messed up...- I guess we'd better get rid of it before mister Sebastian returns, maybe burry hi-"

Riddle freaks out as he hears this idiots wanting to burry him alive and immediately wakes up screaming at them to stay away.

Riddle on the other hand gazes upon what he just faced: a red haired haired maiden wearing a pair of glasses, a yellow haired boy with green pupils and a rather buff man with a toothpick in his mouth staring at him. " Ah- He a'live ! Man ya gotcha be more careful with drinking," the buff man chuckles. Riddle suddenly feels highly unsafe: Who are these people? And where am I? He's read NRC's maps enough to know that such a building is surely not a part of it , come along it's weird people. Was he kidnapped while asleep...?He pulls up his staff and starts threatening them with it , wanting them to immediately introduce themselves and explain what he was doing here- wherever it was-

Finnian tries to calm him down with a soft smile and a friendly attitude, but Riddle is strong at his point: He wants answers.

When he sees them all trying to calm him down with no explanations he gets mad : "OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!"

...What ? Wait-maybe try again:"Off with your-Heads!" ...Why isn't it working? Riddle stays still, the magic collars have to be around their neck but- they are not...?? There must've been a mistake: " Off with your heads - Off with your HEADS - OFF WITH YOUR HEADS DAMN IT-"

Mey-Rin, Finnian and Bard stare at their angry guest shouting nonsense and getting as red as a tomato, what is wrong with this guy..?

Riddle is furious and confused , what's the matter ? Is his magic blocked the same as that time Beans day?  He doesn't know , and he doesn't like it

Riddle starts shouting at them asking what they've done to his magic and the poor guys just go...Huh ? Riddle keeps on getting redder and redder as if he's about to explode . He starts threatening them from reporting them to the head master to giving them to the official policies for kidnapping and neglecting his picture 

Finnian then decides that maybe it's better to leave him to mister Sebastian and so : Picking up a huge branch and a striking it to his head , savage

Riddle passes out immediately whoops- maybe Finnian should have been softer-

They stay there gazing upon their... masterpiece . Finnian might have even broken his skull - Good god , what should they do now ? They must wait until mister Sebastian arrives ; But where is he now ?

Feat : Suma & Agni

"Pssssssst- Agniii...I guess he finally woke u-" " M- my prince , y-you sure that it was a good idea too bring a total stranger out of nowhere to our home ? I'd greatly appreciate it if you be more ca-"

Argh...what is with all noises around him ? He's told Ruggie a million times not to let anyone in his room whole he's taking a nap even if it's gonna be the grim reaper ; what are these brats doing here?

Leona rambles under lips and with a push he's awake : " Oi , you'd better know that I don't like having my naps ruined,"

Suma gasps at the sight of him being finally awake and tries to offer his unwanted guest a welcome hug which Leona rejects- Poor Suma

Leona isn't yet realizing what actually is going on , from not knowing that this isn't his room to the fact that he's now at more than 100 years ago in a whole different world ; ironic

Leona orders them to take this annoying conversation out of his room just to face Agni's locked expression : "Your room...?"

Taking a better look , Leona finally gets that this probably isn't his room and these people surely aren't from NRC

Sounds get echoed through his brain and he feels a small ache inside it . He rubs his head ...why does everything feel so strange ? Something is different ... could it be that he's still sleepy or..? Wait a second - Why can't he shake his tail ?

He immediately looks back to see if he's sit on his own tail but faces a terrifying scene : There is no tail . Is it cut off ????

and a newer fact flashes his brain : There are no ears either . But then how can he still here the sounds ? "P-please don't be", he begs . His hands shake as he brings them up to touch both sides of his head ; wishing not to find what he is looking for . And they are ! Human ears !A mild shiver is sent down his neck and he rushes to the mirror on the other side of the room just to face this nightmare with his own two eyes

He stares at the mirror with his eyes wide open and mouth as if he is going to shout . No...

Oh...nevermind . He has to calm down ; it's nothing but another fancy dream . He'll soon wake up and these will be all gone . Leona tries closing his eyes and cursing , wanting to wake up to sanity when he opens them again

Surprise : Nothing's changes . Two crappy brats still staring at him . Agni is now a bit suspicious but Suma on the other hand is really motivated : " Ahh~! Sorry if it's strange to sleep in the streets and wake up in bed- I just saw you laying there in a death like slumber and couldn't help but to bring you along ! Also , haven't we met before ? I'm pretty sure that I've seen your face somewhere before... Don't you happen to be from India ? "

Agni is really stressed out and keeps warning the young boy : " My prince ! He's now all conscious and fine , then I'd lead him out of he-"

"Prince , huh ?" Leona wasn't ever really interested in visiting ally kingdoms back at his home town so he barely got to meet any other princes , hm but to think that this cherishing child is actually a prince...man , the world has really changed

But he has no time for such games now , he has to find Ruggie or anyone else who may lead him out this insanity and return him his ears and tail

He asks for where he is - else than Suma's mansion - and the answer doesn't really do any help either . Where on the bloody hell is London ? And if these people found him laying in the streets when the heck did he even get here ? Well , doesn't really matter now , but where is NRC ?

Suma and Agni probably don't know where NRC is and Dire Crowley ? Suma wonders if this guy was the one who fooled him to buy a sick elephant which died a week after in india , but Agni is sure that neither him nor his prince have ever met a single soul named this

Leona is getting more and more pissed off wasting time chatting with these idiots so he takes his way out , ignoring Suma's begs for him to stay for lunch at least

He freezes just at the second he opens the exit doors and gazes upon the streets : Horses? carriages ? 19th century's clothing ? How long have these people been stuck in this lack of technology?

He feels like he now really needs to make a phone call but searching his pockets he finds both of them empty...those brats stole my-

He was close to getting hit by a carriage when someone shouts at him with a : " OUT OF WAY YOU SON OF A-"

He is now ready to get in a fight but a sound cuts him off : " LEONAAAA HELLP-!!!!!!" , this extremely annoying sound...what the heck is he doing here and : WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL HAS HE DONE NOW !!!????

Feat : Lau & Ran-Mao

Business tip nu 1 : Always keep calm , even if you end up losing all your magic powers in the surface without the possibility of returning to your original form or knowing where in the damn world you are : K-e-e-p-c-a-l-m

Thankfully , Azul's dope nature avoids him from going crazy during his stay in this...non-Twisted wonderland world

He had heard of theories explaining the possibility of other world's existence ; countless ones indeed . But to end up in one of them without any preparations ? He wasn't planning on that

Well nevermind , that cannot be helped now . let's look for a better way

Lack of facility , cultural deprivation and severe corruption ; is this how humans are ? No wonder the sea witch called them Poor unfortunate souls...

Enough with these people , he must now ignore all other disadvantages and take a look into beneficial sides of it...If he has ended up here , in this world and into this spot of the city there must be something linked to magic nearby ; even if he's surrounded by all these foolish people who haven't ever even seen real magic by their own eyes

Just as he's looking around , something catches his attention : a strange smell . Thanks to his family he's pretty good at following smells to their source and knowing what exactly they are : it's the pungent smell of Opium

He follows the smoke to its source and arrives to a bunch of stares going underground . A board is place next to the stares with something written on it :  Opium Den

Azul isn't one to believe in superstitions but he is sometimes interested to take ambitious  steps ; life sometimes brings you worthy surprises

Entering the shop , someone slightly grabs his arm . He turns his head to face a young, beautiful lady pulling his sleeve softly , eyes empty of any emotions . Without saying a word , Ran-Mao grabs his hat and coat and Azul thanks her , seems like he took the right path

His vision got a bit blurred as must of the air is filled with smoke , not that he isn't used to such atmospheres

" Why welcome to my place , sir . How may we service you today~ ? " a sound says from other side of the room . Azul turns back to face the source of all these smoke holding that young lady from before close , could she be her right arm woman or something ? She seems pretty obedient for one , which is nice

Azul introduces himself and takes a seat . He isn't going to get to his main point at the very first seconds ; he needs to make sure that he's come to the right person . He introduces himself as a businessman from a far away city , came to explore more of business tactics here in London . He offers Lau a small chat toward that , wanting him to give him more information on business if possible and return , he'd be given similar information about Azul's home town

While being considerably great at it , Lau isn't really interested in wasting time talking about business , all he ever cares in some sort of entertainment in whatever he does . Still , he agrees of playing this fake role for a short time . Although he knows that Azul isn't here for this either...

A few minutes pass and they both know that Azul doesn't really care to know how much a pork costs and either is Lau , so takes a serious step himself : " I see you're a man of business , Mr . Azul . I wonder what I you may be able to offer me in return ," Azul clarifies that he would get interesting information if he gives Azul good ones ; everything is clear and equal . "Then , I'm afraid that I've got not much to offer ," Lau sighs , but a small smirks appears of his lips : "But what would you say about some tea ? And maybe a small talk ? "

Lau isn't like others out there and that's pretty recognizable to Azul , but it doesn't make him the right person to trust either . He is continuing this conversation in hope of Lau leading him to the right person he is looking for , someone worthy of a greater contract . Lau lets out a sad sigh feeling sorry that he can't do much help , but he knows that who may do : A well-known friend , serving years working as a right arm man . Talented , well cultured , big on all issues including business : "I'm sure that you'll like him ,"

Well perhaps this thing's starting to work out for him : " Then by all means , lead me to this mister you speak of , Mr. Lau~" "With all pleasure . Bring him his coat and hat , sister " , Lau orders . Pleasure is always his first priority , but nothing would ever break rules of a contract ; He gives , he receives . Even taking him to Sebastian is counted but , he's already thought of that . This young man seems quite entertaining and when he first stepped into his shop Lau was expecting him , a spacial guest

Lau doesn't really care about superstitions , but still enjoys his ambitious steps  . This guy had came to him just as expected and now , something about him tells Lau that getting him to Sebastian will bring him as well newer faces to meet...what an entertaining day it would be

Feat : Tanaka

Jamil is... about to lose his mind . Caught in a whole other world without a meaningful explanation of how he ended up here or why . Magic doesn't work and there is no certain way to scape this situation and make a return to NRC . But the worst thing about it remained certain : He is caught with Kalim

Why in the bloody hell does he always have to be hooked up with Kalim ? Parents forced him into it at childhood , headmaster orders to it at school and now , the world suddenly decides to abandon him together with Kalim ? If it's joke , that's a pretty lame one . Why does he have to live in the shadows of Kalim being the unworthy dorm leader ?

Now lost in the streets , not knowing where to go or who to contact , what a wonderful way to start a day

Kalim isn't liking it at all : dirty streets , loud and short tempered people , street fight and drunk men everywhere , the smell of death filling the air , this is horrible . Kalim is well aware of poverty and deprivation lasting for so long and even remaining until the very present day , but traveling back in time and space to face one of the most terrifying levels of it just isn't his thing . He feels sorry and odd at the same time : Is this how life behind of the walls of his royal castle looked like ? He wishes he could help it . He probably could if he was any linked to NRC right now

He keeps on telling Jamil how poor they look and wonder if there is a way to help...The world Kalim knows has elegant and colorful nights and days but this world...was all caught in a dead gray mist

Jamil doesn't say a word because he doesn't want to listen , Kalim can keep on daydreaming but he has to find a way back a.s.a.p . They can't leave Scarabia just on their own and everyone (including Kalim's Dad) must be really stressed out by now . He continues to look , but there isn't really anything helpful around them . People yelling at each other and smoking the shit out of themselves . Young ladies flirting as young men offer them a carriage ride and tourists staring at each and every building like they hadn't ever seen a place to live inside as if they've been living in a cave so far , huh

Jamil can no longer take it next to Kalim and eventually goes feral : " WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP !!?" He has no control over his words now , he's nervous , furious and freaked out . If he were to compare his mood to something similar he'd say the time he overblotted , just that he had his magic back then

Now Kalim as well gets into a fight with him . What the hell does this have to do with him ? Jamil has to calm down and be realistic unless they'll never find a way out ! Jamil states that if he grew up just enough to realize how terrible their current situation is , he would've had something better to do than showing mercy over some bunches of street rats

The two of them keep on arguing until someone cuts them of : " Hohoho young men ! What's with all these loud sounds ?"

They stop and turn back to face the source of this old , chill voice . Facing a tall , old man dressed in all black clothes which high-leveled servants would wear and a monocle , giving them a soft , calm smile

" Aa- nevermind grandps ! It wasn't like it seemed we were just talking ! Right Jamily ? " he says , putting a hand on Jamil's shoulder and giving a big , wide smile . "H-hey... don't call me that..." , Jamil doesn't like Kalim acting this chill ; but it is embarrassing to see that they actually called attention

"Hoho , better . Now tell me young men , could it be that you have a trouble ? You look awfully down ," Tanaka asks ; sounding just like a grandfather guiding his grandchildren

Kalim takes a look at Jamil , wondering if it's right to do what he's thinking of and Jamil in return , nods as a yes " Well sir , there you see we actually don't belong here yet to another-" Jamil cuts him off before he could mess the whole thing up : " -Another state , indeed ! We came here for some sort of a business trip and were supposed to be on our way back home by now but sadly , ran into thieves . Our families must be really worried for now and I doubt them being sure of us being hooked up here . We lost everything and have no way to contact anyone we know... only if someone nice enough could be found to help us with it right now ," Jamil dropped his head , trying to act as natural as possible . Kalim wants to remind him that this isn't right to lie someone who is trying to help them yet he wonders if he should let Jamil take care of this now , after all he was much of a worthier leader than him to be honest...

" That's so sad to hear dear boy , I'm sure that young master as well would've been really frustrated if he were here ," Tanaka replies . Oh ? Young master ?  Jamil is now interested . Wherever this man came from , it can't be somewhere cheap , Jamil could tell . Leading them to a mightier source would be a better thing than just laying in the streets waiting for some miracle to save them right ? " Young master , you say ? " Kalim asks . " On the second thought , how about me introducing you to my master ? You're not much older than him I suppose , he as well needs to have more friends like you good men  ," Tanaka says with a sweet smile . " That'll be so nice of you um , Mr...? " Jamil asks " Tanaka is fine young boys . And you? "  " Jamil Viper ," " Kalim al Asim ! Glad to meet you Tanaka sir ! " Kalim says , bringing his hand for Tanaka to shake . Tanaka shakes hands with both of them and Jamil decides to make the process a bit faster : " I look forward to meeting this young master you say , Mr. Tanaka . It's always great to meet more men of culture ," Jamil sneakers . " Then by all means , follow me young men ," Tanaka says . With a sound of pop and some smoke , the tall man shrinks into a chibi version : " Ho , ho , ho ," " What the-!!!" Kalim panicks , no magic and yet this dude can shrink all of a sudden huh ?

" Ho ho," chibi Tanaka says before turning back and going to another direction . " I guess we should follow him," Jamil says . Kalim agrees and then , they're both following the chibi old man to the Phantomhive's mansion . Unaware of the two eyes watching them all this time : " Hihihi ~ they're quite interesting ,"

Feat : Grell Sutcliff & Ronald Knox

"Come oooon Ronald~ Shake your lazy ass and bring her along already..." " Oi senpai , that's mean ! This one's quite heavy-" "JUST SHUT UP AND DO THAT ! Don't you know it's rude to question ladies too much ? " " F-fine then , but at least give me a hand ! Have you even checked if she's dead !? " Heavy ? Dead ? She...? Vil isn't born to be disrespected like this . AND NOT A SINGLE SOUL GETS TO PULL HIM BY LEG WHEN HE'S ASLEEP

Vil immediately starts shouting at the Blondie , threating him that he'll regret it if he doesn't let go of him now . Ronald and Grell almost have a heart attack at Vil's chicken like screech which makes them jump

Vil snads up and glares at the two shinigamis : A really ugly female like one all dressed in red and a small blondie brat which looks like...eh..Azul ? Well nevermind ; doesn't matter now

What should he begin with ? Where he is ? Who these potatoes are and how they didn't recognize him being the leader of Pomefiore ? How perky they were to move him while asleep like this and ruin fabric of his overly expensive unforms ? Too many things to do

" Ah you're too loud ! My ears...Such an unexpected shout to hear from a man this hot I'd say..." Grell giggles . Vil's eyes widen , well of course he is beautiful but to be praised like that ? Ew , this is more of a insult ...

Vil decides to ignore Grell and get to the main point : Who they were and what they wanted . Grell smirks before preparing to give a 5 hour long opera show of shinigamis' romance but Ronald locks him on that point : They are shinigamis , they collect souls of the death , they had grabbed Vil because he looked a bit like the woman they were just going to collect yet didn't pay enough of attention to notice that they made a mistake , so they can all leave since they've got nothing to do with each other

Just before Ronald could get away Vil grabs him by collar , asking where they've brought him to . Grell clears that they just moved him by 30-40 meters from where they found him so it can't be really counted as bringing him to somewhere . Vil refuses to believe , wherever he is , it's way further than Pomefiore dorm or even NRC's accessable area ; that can't be . Vil threatens them one more time : " You refuse to tell , you'll end up dealing with the headmaster ," Grell and Ronald probably don't know who the headmaster is but Grell tries to take advantage : "Aaa? Is he one into punishing type ?" Vil is slowly getting annoyed by how weird this red one sounds to him ; To be honest he acts like an impatient porn star or something...

That's it , he's calling Crowley but uh , where is his phone ? Did he lose it ? Impossible . He'll never forget such an important thing to bring along ... Did these brats dare to steal his pockets....!? Vil asks them to give his phone and wallet back : now " Sir , you may like to know that human money brings no good for us and also , I'm afraid that I don't really know what you may mean by phone? " Ronald mumbles (Remember that phone isn't yet invited at their time ). Why don't this guy just let them go take care of their business ?

Vil hates it when people dare opposing him and doesn't ever take that lightly...who do these two think they are ? " Where is Night Raven College , answer or you'll face unpleasant consequences..." Is Vil challenging Grell ? Then Grell's more than ready to see what this human may have up his slave to speak to a shinigami like this : " And what may the consequences be...?" Vil gets tired , a small spell and this red ass bitch would be nothing but a toad , " I tried to warn you , you should've listened..."

Ahem , hello ? Magic ? Why isn't it working ? " Pffffffftttt- Lmao are you high or something man ? You just woke up !You'll be a great actor though I swear- You can drown in all that nonsense ," Grell laughs . " Well then hottie , I'm afraid we've got to go , see you when it's your time ~ " Grell turns to leave but Vil grabs him by collar . No one is leaving until they explain what the actual heck is going on : this place , the magic , everything

Grell on the other hand enjoyed flirting , but can't take being acted to like this . He pushes Vil back and gives him a psychotic smile , bringing up his chainsaw : " Wouldn't it be amazing if I cut those rushy tongue of yours at once ? fewer words , more of a male charm ," "Oh ?" magic may not work here , but they're not all Vil has got , he can still give this bitch guy a lesson without them : " Oi you two , this isn't really gonna workout-" Ronald mumbles but it's too late now -

Feat : Undertaker

At least he wakes up to a more suitable scene , or it seems so - His body couldn't move freely inside of this cage-like space . Is this a cuffin...? He has experience with them from his freshman year but to end up in one of them again ? Could it be that Crowley is planning on another fancy event like their first time ? Boy , he didn't like it anyway . He knocks the door trying to open it but if seems too heavy to be moved . Damnit- , he hears footsteps from the outside : " Someone there ? Why can't I open this ??" A sudden screech from out and the door slides open : " Ah thank yoUWAHAAAA- !!" Idia screams at the sight of the creepy stranger's smile at him ; he wasn't expecting this . Also , this place doesn't look like the mirror hall ? Who is this guy and where is this place ??

" Hihihi you weren't that dead I see , why waking up so soon though~ ?" , Undertaker giggles in his playful tone . Idia needs too many things to be explained to him but he just doesn't have the time , Crewel will burn him in acid if he gets any late for his class again and he doesn't care how weird his current situation is , he has to go

He gets out of the coffin and rushes to the door but Undertaker stops him there telling him not to show up out there so carelessly , which clearly confuses Idia . " Your hair...It is quite fascinating that curses remain strong even as magic gets blocked..." Undertaker adds . Idia is used to people judging him for his family misfortune but this one seemed quite...odd . He decides to ignore it and leave

" ~ Okies then I warned you , but you'll end up needing a real cuffin in a few minutes pwahahaaa-" , Undertaker burts into laughter and Idia leaves

" creepy ass old ma-" , Idia nags slowly before freezing as someone screams really-loudly right into his ears " HAIR ON FIRE , HIS HAIR IS ON FIRE !!" Before Idia can notice what is going on he's gained tens of gazes to himself , why are these guys all dressed so strangely...

" M-mummy is that a monster ? I'm scared..." " Stay away from our children you hellish creature ! " Idia freezes , critiques coming one after one : Demon , monster , Satan , Death . One option left : Run

Idia now has to run for his life , this world just isn't his thing : not at all . Even if it weren't because of being chased by a group of angry humans , do you think that he could last for even one day in this old fashioned zone ? No technology , no phones , no robots , no gummy bears , no wifi- He'd read about how different the world was before the invention of media and couldn't explain how thankful he was to never have to handle a second in the past world because he wouldn't last there for more than an hour- well he wasn't right about never ending up there but , he was 100% right about not lasting for more than an hour

Now there , he is running like he never has , begging his feet to help him this time out of any other time . Angry people screaming and bringing fire and weapons to destroy the evil

He tries to contact any possible source for help but : No magic - no internet . RIP Idia

Meanwhile Undertaker is chilling at his shop , his mind running over the cursed boy and now listening to the sound of the frightened people because of him , how pathetic , If only he had agreed to hide his hair through a safer way...sigh he should have listened to advises coming from someone who has been living within humans for years by hiding his identity as a shinigami as as his eyes... " My my , humans aren't the only fragile creatures I see..." creation can seem disturbing to him sometimes , and that's the best part with it

Back to Idia , he is slowly running out of breath . Well maybe this is the point where he has to give up ? He has long lived as a loser , bastard , procrastinator and wasted almost each and every second of his life ; well perhaps except Ortho , that was a nice work of him . Wish he was here too say goodbye .  He isn't sure if his prayers would be accepted or not but it won't hurt trying : " Good gods who're told to be somewhere up there , I know that I wasn't best that I could be and I won't try to excuse my sins ; just please let it end fast, Ame- " he forgets his prayers as his guardian angel is standing just a few meters away from him ; oh have gods sent an identical twin - human version of Leona for him to be saved ? Well whatever now , he has no time if he's the original furry or not : "LEONAAAA HELLP-!!!!!!"

And yes , he is the original one ! He curses as he sees the population after Idia , what the hell is wrong with this world ? Idia hides behind his back and Leona tries to take control before they end up burning the two of them together : " You people , chill ," " Why you defending that creature ? He a a misfortune ! A demon !" others shout at this words in agreement . Leona laughs it off . He says that Idia is way too dumb for a demon and even if he is one , he's the type to scream his ass off when someone says "hi" . Idia doesn't know if Leona's defending him or not but he doesn't dare saying a word . Leona seems too busy dealing with the crowd and slowly , the argument topic switches from Idia to Leona ; who isn't afraid of punching some faces . The argument slowly takes over and no one (even Leona) realizes Idia sneaking into an alley saving his life . He feels a bit guilty for leaving Leona on his own but he'll be fine , hopefully

Thankfully the alley is deserted and he finally lays down to catch his breath , still panting heavily . He almost got killed today and can't get over it , but things were getting a bit comforting : "Meow~" several cats show up from the corners and Idia puts on a small smile . A white kittens comes closer and allows Idia to touch and comfort him . Idia wonders , how does their lives as a cat here feels ? do they as well get as scared as he was just now?  . A few minutes later when Idia -and his cats- were chilling someone steps closer to them  . Before Idia gets to run away , a tall , black and familiar face shows up and gives him a pretty calm smirk : " My my , I see you as well adore cats, could it be some part of our hellish natures ?"

"...J-Jade...?"

Feat : Ciel Phantomhive & Sebastian Michaelis

Let us be honest , it isn't going to be that bad for him , is it ? His current lifestyle at Valley of the thorns is nothing less than London's late 19th century , just maybe it had more of a natural theme . Well , no technology can be good news since he never really get used to it after all . London's atmosphere as well seem to be just his thing : Sometimes savage but calm , filled with tea parties and great ceremonies , an interesting back ground toward the royal family and in summary , Malleus's ideal theme

Well maybe except some things : 1) HORNS-ARE-GONE . His family treasure , the great heritage that proved him coming from the all great and respected Draconia family , now is gone 2) No need to mention that there is no sight of his fairy ears either- 3) Having his magic lost in this unknown world , he is now nothing different from a fragile human being , just as weak , just as empty , just as disgusting . Oh but our prince isn't totally left on his own here...

Unexpectedly , Phantomhive's mansion is serving a mysterious guest today , even though Ciel was against letting strangers inside the house . Sebastian insisted on being aware of the importance of hospitality as the Queen's watch dog , specially with special guests

Everything seems odd to Malleus , this world , this time , this people and...this master and butler . He is no fool , not even the foolishest of these humans would treat and cater strangers without wanting something in return , therefore he needs to keep his guard up . They shouldn't be aware of his actual identity even if they look deprived of any magic

Ciel is feeling awfully uncomfortable , who is this man ? And what the heck about him might have caught Sebastian's eyes ? This greedy demon wouldn't easily be impressed , so what could it be ?

Sebastian insists that it's how he should learn to treat everyone else if he's willing to be well remembered after death ; he pronounces the last word in a pretty deep , dark tone . Making it clear that how he'll finally die in a sarcastic way which teased Ciel

He decides not to have any argues with Sebastian on that point since he can act pretty cocky with stuff he gets stubborn over , so let's see what he's hiding up in sleeve this time . Though Ciel is suspicious of other stuff as well , this Mr... -whatever he is since he doesn't give them a name- looks like a pale - greenish version of Sebastian . Could he be another demon..?

Malleus refuses to give them a name due to possible risks , yet he has to admit that he's being taken care of properly . The room he's given isn't as big as the one in his castle , but is still considerable for something a stranger would be given . Other than that , anyone else he's met here so far seemed to be pretty chill , oh except this tiny child with a blindfold and he gets to be called young master ? He has to admit that he's impressed . To be in control of all this property when you aren't yet even tall enough to pick your favorite book from the shelf on your own

And there is another guy who is really...how to explain , is it some feeling of deja Vu or he really does look like Silver ? The guy is always talking to the snakes just as Silver talks to the birds and animals . If it weren't because of difference in eye color , perhaps Malleus wouldn't believe that he wasn't Sliver himself . " Your stay won't last much longer master , your friends are on their way here , says Donne ," Snake tells him . Malleus doesn't really know how to feel about him but his words comfort him for some reason...

Ciel says that he needs to check on the trio since they've been calling him all day so he heads to the front yard , leaving Sebastian and Malleus alone

Sebastian offers him some tea and Malleus of course sees no reason to refuse . Sebastian doesn't sit beside him because it's arrogant of servants to sit beside the guests , so he remains stood up . He doesn't bother starting a conversation with Malleus and he does know how to get him to speak . Malleus doesn't mind answering to...some of his questions . How he likes it here in London , if he needs anything else during his stay , but the last question made his eyes widen : Does he do feel any uncomfortable under the terms of not being able to use his powers ?

Malleus doesn't answer , he pretends that he didn't hear him and stares at the window . He is hoping it to help him ignore Sebastian , but what he sees isn't any better :  Isn't that... Rosehearts laying there...??

Malleus has to go , not only because of getting rid of Sebastian at this point but to also check on his ally if he's alright or not :  Did the butler know he too was here all the time ?

Sebastian just knows what was going on in his mind and wants  better answers . Malleus stands up to leave but Sebastian takes grabs his arm before he could do anything : " No need to rush . We still have a lot to talk about , Mr. Draconia ,"

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Note for Idia's part : I was actually planning on Idea having his hair as well gone because , well , no magic no hair ? But that seemed too unfair for him lol

[skelington]

Bride and seek

Of course every new recruit got told the ghost story. Stories, actually. A house like the Manor was bound to have the full set, a legionary in the rose walk, a night in the chapel. Treachery in the Wars of the Roses and a Reformation priest hole under the stairs, heartbreak in the Civil War and a Georgian duel under the elms.

They shared out the telling like a treat. Which story, when you told it, where you set it. Some, knowing the guide would repeat it all summer to gawking guests, make sure it was somewhere where there was little else to see, little nuisance in a huddle. Some, like Saunders, treated it as a performance. Waited until the last of the visitors had left, the teashop was closed down and the ticket booth shut up, until the live-in guides were making the final round of the public part of the house, and “why don’t you come with us, help check the doors and windows“.

And the doors of the Manor were heavy and closed, and the windows were dark and sightless, and under the eaves of the wood that pressed around the old house at the narrow end of the valley, underneath stern hills, the shadows gathered and thickened. The day was done and night was beginning.

“Has anyone told you about the bride?“, said Saunders.

They were on the back stairs, unlit and creaking, going single file up between the walls to the servants corridor in the attic.

“The bride?“, said the cheerful young man.

Atkins, bringing up the rear, smiled to herself and mentally awarded Saunders points for style.

“Our ghost,“ said Saunders, “the bride.“

“There’s a ghost?” said the young man, excited.

“Oh there’s plenty of ghosts,“ said Sanders, “your learn all the stories, visitors love them. Only we don’t tell them about the bride. I wouldn’t tell you, if you weren’t living in. The bride’s our ghost.“

During the season the guides could stay in the old private part of the house. It was popular with students as cheap accommodation during the holidays.

“Why don’t you tell them?“ asked the young man.

“I don’t know,“ said Sanders, “I think perhaps som of us suspect she’s real.“

“Do you?“

“The story goes,“ said Sanders, not answering, “that the son of the house had got married and the wedding was celebrated with the party and they had games and one of the games, by tradition, was hide and seek. The bride had to hide and the guests had to seek.“

“How old is hide and seek, as a game, I mean?“ asked the young man, who was a student.

“Oh, one of the oldest,“ said Saunders, not missing a beat, “so off she runs, the young bride all excited and merry, not knowing the higgledy-piggledy old house she’s married into, so just turning and climbing at random. But she hears the searches begin to spread out below, stamping and shouting and so she’s off. Here they come. She has to hide. You can just imagine her, can’t you, giggling, breathless, excited, happily frantic. 

“She finds herself up in some distant and and visited attic, and sees a linen press. A big wardrobe, you know. Now remember she doesn’t know this house, doesn’t know no one comes up here, doesn’t know how heavy the door of the press is, or how the lock can’t be opened from the inside. All she sees is a splendid place to hide. So in she climbs, in swings that heavy lid, click goes the lock and all of a sudden she realises she’s trapped, she can’t get out.

“Of course the guests are all searching but the attic is so remote, the wood so thick, the noise of the jolly searchers so raucous that no one hears her banging on the door. And her cries get weaker, and her strength gives out at the hammering and the air gets thick and hard to breathe. 

“And there she is, all tightly locked up, packed away, trapped, waiting to be found. Still waiting, still, because they never found her. So still she waits to be found. Still she wants to be found. And there are plenty of guides will tell you they’ve seen her, or hurt her, or felt her, in these corridors at night, looking for the searchers, all long dead themselves now of course, looking for her husband, looking to be found.“

The silence in the dim corridor the top of the house was deep and still and Atkins almost applauded.

“Perhaps that’s all she needs,“ said the young man, at last, “To be found. I’ve heard stories like that. Where there’s a ghost and they find the remains and the haunting stops.“

“There used to be the sound of crying at the library,“ said Atkins, “As the older guides used to tell it.”

“Then, when they renovated in the 19th century they found a child’s skeleton under the floorboards,“ said Saunders.

“And the crying stop,“ finished Atkins. The skeleton in the library had been the story Saunders it told her when she joined.

“The crying stopped,“ said the young man, “Yes, like that.“

Who can ever be sure what wakes one up in the small hours of the morning, in a strange bed, in a cold house, in the silent and waiting darkness.

Silent? The house creaked to itself in the stillness. The sound of a foot perhaps, the suggestion of a low voice. He had the distinct impression that just before he had woken someone had loudly and clearly spoken his name.

The young man was all at once fully awake. He had the sudden sense of someone close by not making any noise. The sound of someone not breathing, of clothes not rustling, or something not moving.

He opened his eyes. The room was, of course, quite empty. But there was movement outside, in the corridor, he was sure of it.

Saunders and Atkins. The others, making fun of him, again, the new guy.

And the young man swung his legs out from bed and stood up. He waited for a moment for the silence to settle once more. Stealthy footsteps just outside the door. He threw it open as quickly as he could.

The starlight was cold in the empty corridor.

But did something move, there, at the far end?

And the young man stepped down the corridor as quietly as he could.

Rushing feet, as on tiptoe, but the corridor beyond was deserted. The creak of a tread, but no one on the stairs, the flash of white gauze in the moonshine but round the corner nothing but shadow. The sound of a stifled giggle behind the door but when he stepped inside, the room was bare.

Entirely stripped bare, no furniture, no wallpaper or pictures, just a thin layer of dust on dark floorboards, under an unshuttered window. Which was how he could see, in the grey moonlight, the marks in the dust. The faint scrapes of running feet, leading to a low door in the wall, tucked in beneath the eaves.

And the young man crept across the room, and leaning down with a snap of the lock, wrenched open the little door.

And the young man saw, in the pale light, the yellow, cracked wedding dress, and the yellow cracked skin, all the yellow, eyeless, withered faces turn towards him in the narrow space under the rafters.

And all the yellow, wwithered hands reached out and took hold of his, with dry, unrelenting grip, pulling him in, pulling close the door, pulling close round the dry, crackling, suffocating, eyeless darkness.

“The version I heard,“ said Atkins at breakfast the next morning, “Was that the bride hid in the attic, not a linen press.“

“Attic, chest, wardrobe,“ said Saunders, “there’s thousands of versions. Where is he? He will miss his chance for breakfast.“

“What if,“ said Atkins, “They were playing sardines instead of hide and seek. How many ghosts do you think you could fit in an attic?“

“Infinite, I would’ve thought,“ said Saunders, “They’re immaterial, are they?“

“They could go on playing forever,“ said Atkins.

“Well we can’t,“ said Saunders, “We’ll have to open up without him.“

And upstairs, under the roof, in the close and stifling attic, the players of the game waited, breathless, patient, waited for whoever might find them next.