Guess who's back from the dead! At long last, I finally had a bit of inspiration to draft a little something for you all, and it's just in time for the start of fall and the proper start of spooky season.
This is a crossfic with a much longer series. Though I tried to include elements from all the variations of how the characters from that series are portrayed, they may come across as a bit OOC. I do apologize if you find that to be the case.
This will also be posted on Ao3 under ThatOneAnimePoet2000!
I'll get started on finally making the Halloweenies masterlist (Pumpkin Blossoms ftw!) after posting this.
As always, I hope you all enjoy!
With love, Daisy
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Summary: Just about a month into the school year has gone by. Amidst all the chaos so far, a letter makes its way onto Professor Trein's desk. Most parent letters are dreadful for him to receive, but one from a rather unconventional family brings a little calm to the chaos that is Night Raven College.
Trigger Warnings: none
Word Count: 815
Slight Book 1 spoilers and medium-sized Book 2 spoilers
Dear Mozus,
Thank you kindly for your letter from earlier this week. It's always a pleasure to hear from you. I appreciate you once again convincing Crowley to allow Wednesday to not only attend Night Raven despite the fact that most of the students attending are young men, but also waiving the rule about familiars for her to bring little Homer. I am aware that a promise was made to keep that little spider away from Jamil at all costs, though Wednesday writes that Mr. Vanrouge and Malleus already see Homer as another part of the Diasomnia family. Such gentlemen those boys in her dorm are!
We were delighted and intrigued to hear of our other children's sorting. Though I couldn't see it at first, Pugsley fits in rather nicely in Scarabia. He's already received high regards from both Kalim and Jamil in the development of his unique magic, now here's hoping that he can convince the latter that the insects that sometimes scurry about shouldn't be worried about at all. As for Yuu, Gomez and I are ecstatic to hear that Ramshackle is once again going to be operational. We missed all the lively energy from its last year of operating during our third year, we can assure that Yuu will no doubt bring Ramshackle back to its former glory. Though Fester and Gomez sometimes wish that one of our children could have been sorted into Ignihyde or Octavinelle to carry on their respective legacies, we can all agree that the best choice for our children has been made. I do admit that the wrong sort has taken over Octavinelle at the moment. As for Ignihyde, it appears to be missing something from when Fester attended with us.
I appreciate you bringing to my attention the small disagreement between Yuu and Riddle, Gomez has been kind enough to offer to speak with Mrs. Rosehearts. (She refuses to speak to me, still being silly about the tart incident between him and Wednesday. Though the children were able to settle the matter on their own, it seems like she has a bit of trouble with letting things go. It speaks volumes that her child seems to have a better head on his shoulders.) I do admit wishing that Ace's punishment for striking Riddle in the face was a bit lighter than it is, he was defending my Yuu after all. They speak highly of him and Deuce for always being by their side. Be aware, Wednesday writes that she has been giving those two lessons on more subtle defenses, though I've made it clear to her that they are only for self-defense and to not be used for childish aggressions.
Please send my apologies to Divus for the unfortunate incident in Potions class. It was an oversight of mine to not tell him that Wednesday has had much practice over the summer in an attempt to help her dorm mate Silver with his sleeping condition, though her experimenting with variant recipes hasn't quite led her in the right direction yet. Rest assured that Vil's hair will grow back normally and that the asps are only a temporary embellishment.
Also send my warmest regards to Ashton for seeing the incident between Pugsley and Leona as an opportunity to add him to the Magishift team. Gomez has been over the moon that teaching all of our children about safe flying has finally paid off. Do keep an eye on that Ruggie fellow, though. Yuu writes that they've noticed more and more students getting harmed in mysterious circumstances leading up to the big game between Savanaclaw and Diasomnia. They and Wednesday have both been investigating into it, and both suspect him to have some role in these mysteries. I should note that neither of them have been wrong before when it comes to solving such matters. I am confident that my children can handle the matter on their own. After all, Addamses do not start fights, but we certainly do finish them.
Do drop by for tea if you happen to be in the neighborhood, and bring Lucius if you can. I have been training Cleopatra in what is healthy for her to eat and what isn't, and hopefully she has learned to keep her jaws away from any live four-legged creature. She has done wonderfully since Yuu brought Grim home with them the first time. Thing has perfected your favorite tea recipe while Lurch has mastered a new shortbread recipe that he thinks you might like. Both of them have been eager to try new recipes since Wednesday last brought Trey over to visit, and I do believe that Thing has taken a liking to you. He hasn't done that since Mr. Vanrouge was last over, perhaps it's the fact that neither of you feel the need to flinch while shaking hands with him.
Well... it's been a while since I've last checked on this little garden of mine....
Anyway, things have changed quite a bit since I've last posted here but I've finally gotten some inspiration to write again!
I know this blog is focused mainly on scenarios with the twst characters, but there's no harm in shaking things up with larger plants in the garden! This piece is inspired by a TikTok about the three main boys from Demon Slayer going through something similar and figured it fits the main characters in this story perfectly.
Please let me know what you all think of the longer works and feel free to request other scenarios or longer works!
With love, Daisy
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Summary: The first year students and Grim find themselves in jail. They then decide to call various peers to help come bail them out. Hilarity ensues.
Trigger Warnings: jail/juvie, mild swearing
Very very slight spoiler warnings for Books 3-5 if you squint hard enough
Word Count: 2,448
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CLANK!
The sound of the rusty iron bars slamming together jolted the harsh reality of the five boys and the monster accompanying them. None of them wanted to admit it at first, but as soon as the footsteps of the deputy who brought them into the frigid cell, they all knew they were in deep, deep shit.
The tallest of them was the first to speak up with a growl, mainly directed at the redhead, his blue-haired dorm mate, and the feline-looking creature. "I cannot believe you three got us arrested!"
"In my defense," quipped Grim, a slight burp escaping him before he continued. "I didn't know that that tasty-looking bird was made out of pure gold!"
"What difference does it make even if that was a real bird?!" Ace snapped, folding his arms across his chest with a huff. "And don't act like you three were any better!"
"At least Jack was trying to stop you while you were fighting with person trying to pull Grim away from the statue!" shouted Epel, defending the close friend he made over the course of his time at Night Raven. "It's you, Grim and Deuce who are to blame for why we got stuck here!"
"You humans are talking a load of nonsense," muttered Sebek under his breath as he tapped his foot, thinking of all the spells his Young Master had taught him and debating which one would get him and his fellow first years out of their predicament the fastest.
"Don't worry," Deuce piped up in an attempt to reassure the rest of the group. "We each get a phone call to someone who we think will help bail us out."
"How do you know that?" queried the half-fae, a tone of suspicion in his voice.
The rest of the group began to silently match this suspicion towards the knowledge Deuce had given them, wondering how he, of all people, would know about how to get out of jail.
"... long story," he replied in slight embarrassment. "But we'll need to make our calls fast, I think my mom would have a heart attack if she found out I got arrested again!"
"What do you mean 'again'?" Grim questioned as he started shoving random pebbles he found on the cell floor into his mouth, much to the disgust of the rest of his cell mates.
"Well, who do we call?" Deuce asked, quickly brushing off Grim's curiosity. "It's not like we can call our housewardens or anything."
The rest of the group shuddered at the thought, pondering who to call when the shortest of the five gasped in delight.
"I know!" Epel exclaimed. "Give me the phone! I'll call Ruggie, he'll know how to get us out!"
"Are you kidding me?" complained Ace. "He's just gonna laugh at us!"
"Not if it's me calling him," replied Epel with a scowl as he put the phone up to his ear and took a deep breath.
"Hey hey! Ruggie Bucchi, at your service!" the hyena beast man on the other end shouted.
"Ruggie, thank Seven it's you!" Epel exclaimed in relief. "It's Epel, we need your help!"
"Epel?" asked Ruggie. "You mean that little Pomefiore kid on the Magishift team?! Hey, bud! Where are you calling from?"
Epel froze slightly at the question before stammering in reply. "... Jail?"
Both ends of the line were quiet for a few seconds, the first years' hearts pounding faster and faster the longer the silence grew. Finally, the silence was broken, but not in the way that they had hoped.
"J- shshsh!" Ruggie sounded like he was trying to hold back a reaction. Much to Epel's horror, that reaction became much more apparent as Ruggie's inhibitions slipped and the older of the two busted out in hysterical laughter.
"ShishishshiHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I finally won a bet against Jade! This is RICH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Thank you anyway," muttered Epel in defeat before he hung up on the second year, who was still in stitches.
"Told you," Ace retorted, the scowl returning on the shorter one's face.
"I think I know of a human who can help us!" Sebek reassured as he took the phone from Epel and started to dial another number. "Master Lilia happens to be close with the human from Ignihyde, he might know how to help us!"
"You've gotta be kidding me," muttered Jack, shaking his head.
"Any friend of Master Lilia is a friend of mine!" the loud half-fae interrupted as he brought the phone up to his ear.
"H-Hello?" the socially anxious housewarden's voice rang through before the contrasting boom of Sebek's voice replied.
"Human! This is Sebek Zigvolt, we are in need of assist-" Click "-ance...."
The light-haired boy looked dumbfounded as he set the phone down, questioning everything in his mind as he stammered, "He... hung up on me...."
"We could've told you that Idia Shroud of all people hates getting phone calls!" Deuce chastised, burying his face into his hands.
"Give me the phone," Jack ordered, Sebek complied as the beast man started dialing and explained. "I know somebody who owes me a favor."
Hope started to spread on the faces of the rest of the first years. They knew Jack was the most sensible out of all of them, so if any of them knew somebody who could bail them out, it'd be him. Their hopes of freedom without their housewardens realizing their disappearances were soon dashed, however, as the tallest first year's pick answered the phone.
"F-Dog in the house! How can I help ya?"
"Are you kidding me?!" hissed Ace. "You seriously called Floyd of all people?!"
Jack growled in retort before he cleared his throat and answered, "Yeah Floyd, it's Jack."
"Oh, man! Hey there Sea Urchin!" beamed the second year. "Long time, no talk!"
"Yeah," deadpanned the first year. "Listen, we... may or may not be in jail right now."
"Woah!" Floyd exclaimed before he jested slightly. "What, did you kill someone?"
"What?!" gasped Jack. "No!"
"Oh...," Floyd answered in a disappointed tone that shocked the rest of the first years. "I don't care then." Click.
"Guess I have to find another way for him to return the favor of all the shit I did at the Mostro Lounge," muttered Jack in fury as he nearly slammed the phone down.
The first years sighed in frustration as they ponder who to call next. They still had 3 calls left they could make, but no clue where to start. Trey, Ace figured, would snitch on him and Deuce to their housewarden, something that he desperately wanted to avoid as he'd already lost his head twice that week. Cater? He'd be no help, since he'd laugh like Ruggie did, according to Deuce. Ortho? Way out of the question. Silver? Taking a nap, according to Sebek. Jade? If his brother was no help, he probably wouldn't do much either. Rook? Obviously, he'd sell them out to Vil, who'd absolutely put them through the wringer, according to Epel.
They all thought for a moment before Epel suggested, "What about that nice housewarden?"
"Great idea!" Ace exclaimed as he swiftly dialed the number. "Epel, you're a genius!"
The redhead brought the phone up to his ear as relief washed over the first years once again.
"Azul Ashengrotto with the Mostro Lounge, how may I help you?" The voice on the other end answered.
"That's not who I meant!" whisper-yelled Epel in disbelief.
"What do I do?!" panicked Ace quietly, fidgeting with his fingers.
"Just hang up!" Deuce replied with the same level of panic.
"Ace?" Azul asked. "Is that you, Epel and Deuce?"
"Wrong number!" shouted Sebek as Jack snatched the phone from Ace and hung up.
"That was close!" Grim sighed in relief.
"I'll say!" Ace replied in agreement. "Who did you mean, Epel?"
"The one housewarden that went with us to the SDC!" The short first year retorted.
"Oh, you mean Kalim?" Deuce asked as he took the phone from Jack.
"Yes, him!" Epel exclaimed. "He's got more moolah than anybody knows what to with, he could bail us out faster than a jack rabbit on hot, greasy griddle in the middle of August-"
"We get it, thanks Epel," Deuce kindly interrupted as he started to dial the number.
"Hello?" the white-haired boy on the other end asked.
"Kalim, oh thank Seven!" Deuce exclaimed with a sigh of relief. "It's Deuce."
"Oh! I remember you!" Kalim chirped happily. "How are you doing? We really need to talk more! Oh, Jamil says hi, by the way!"
The first years thought they'd heard the voice of Scarabia's vice-housewarden in the background asking who Kalim was speaking to, but shrugged it off as they anxiously and eagerly awaited the al-Asim heir's reply to their need of assistance.
"That's.... actually why I'm calling," the blue-haired boy replied with an embarrassed laugh. "We need your help."
"Oh, sure!" Kalim replied, the nerves melting away from the first years. "Anything for a friend- hey! Jamil, give that back!"
Just then, what was left of the anxiety surrounding the first years escaping their predicament multiplied as soon as the phone was taken from Kalim. A new, less kind voice derailed their plans to get bailed out.
"Whoever this is," hissed the no-nonsense second year in warning. "If you call this number again, I will not hesitate to-"
Click. Deuce was not going to even consider entertaining whatever threat Jamil had up his sleeve before hanging up and cutting his losses, much like the other first years had done before him.
"Damn it!" groaned Ace. "That was our last shot! How are we gonna get out of here now?"
"No it's not," Epel argued. "Grim still has his phone call!"
Just then, the monster's ears perked up. His grin widened as he started jumping up and down in an attempt to reach the phone like a child reaching for the cookie jar on the highest shelf.
"Oohoohooh! Gimme gimme gimme!" Grim pleaded excitedly. "My turn, my turn!"
"You really think he'd know how to work a phone?" Deuce asked, glaring a little at Epel as he tried to pull the phone away from Grim.
Jack pulled the phone out of Deuce's hand before giving it to the feline-like monster, chastising the blue-haired boy slightly as he said, "Give him a chance, he's probably got a good idea- aaaand he's just pressing random buttons."
Grim was having the time of his life, snickering at every little beeping noise the phone made with each button he pressed with his paws. Meanwhile, the first years slumped over in defeat, shaking their heads in frustration.
"Well...," Deuce began to speak with some nervousness in his voice. "We could always try calling someone else tomorrow? We do get one phone call a day if we're good."
"But who would we call?" Ace asked. "I don't know of anyone else who'd bail us out and not get our asses handed to us by our housewardens!"
"What about the guy in Sebek's dorm with the pink streaks in his hair?" Epel suggested.
"No way!" Sebek protested. "I could never look Master Lilia in the eyes and tell him that I got arrested!"
"Excuse me, you boys got arrested?!" shouted a voice over the phone, immediately silencing the first years in their tracks.
Jack and Sebek were taken aback by the new voice, not immediately recognizing the owner at first. Ace recognized the owner right away, his face white as a sheet. Epel's eyes widened in fear once he pieced together who it was while Deuce slowly turned to a surprised-looking Grim.
"Woah..." Grim muttered to himself before he laughed and proudly announced. "I did it! There's a voice on this thing! They're gonna save us!"
"What in Twisted Wonderland is going on here?!" demanded the voice on the other end.
"Are you kidding me?!" panicked Ace in a whisper.
"You called the Ramshackle Prefect?!" Epel exclaimed in outrage and panic.
"That's who this is?" asked Grim innocently, much to the dismay of the first years. "What? It's hard to keep track of my henchman's voice when it never sounds the same."
"We're screwed either way!" Jack growled in reply. "Hanging up will do us no favors!"
"At least Jack has some bit of sense, unlike the two who will lose their heads once we find them," another voice muttered on the other end. "Perhaps you could spare him a little, Leona?"
Silence. The Prefect wasn't alone on the other end, far from it. The first years panicked harder as it was confirmed by the Prefect themself.
"Yeah, your Housewardens are with me," they explained in anger and disappointment. "They came to me, worried out of their minds that something happened to you, only for you absolute idiots to get yourselves arrested?!"
The first years' spirits broke one by one as the Prefect and their housewardens verbally tore them a new one - Riddle threatening to cut off Ace and Deuce's heads, Leona making Jack pay with extra training, Vil just absolutely ripping Epel to shreds about how foolish he'd been to wind up behind bars, and Malleus "not being mad, just disappointed" with a resulting teary-eyed Sebek. None of that, however, compared to the rage the Ramshackle Prefect had saved up for the now-cowering first years and monster.
"You are going to tell us what station you boys are at," hissed the Prefect. "I will find you and take all the potions I can find in Crewel's classroom and I will shove them so far down your-"
Click.
Grim hung up on the Prefect in a mix of fear, sadness, and utter defeat and humiliation. Silence rang out as the first years' blood ran cold from the verbal lashing they all received. They exchanged horrified glances at each other for what felt like hours, but was only a few seconds before Sebek cleared his throat a broke the silence.
"I guess we should just stay here, then?" he asked nervously.
"Yes!" Ace and Epel answered immediately in agreement, with Grim nodding his head rapidly and Deuce and Jack expressing similar sentiments.
The first years and Grim sat in silence in their cell, hoping the time that passed between this moment and the time they'd be released - whether that meant their sentence being over or them being graciously bailed out by the ones who gave them the harsh verbal lashing - would be enough for the Prefect and their housewardens to forget about the threats they made and to be forgiven for how stupid they were this time.
