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alphi-writes · 3 years

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Hello! I stumbled upon your blog, and your works are absolutely divine! I was wondering if you're up for an Idia or Rook fic, where the reader is the daughter of one of the teachers/staff; she basically gets spied on by her dad during her date- (I'm not good at conceptualizing so I hope you got the gist of it- Thank you so much and Stay well love! <3)

Ooh this sounds fun! And thank you so much, I'm glad you like my work :) and just for you, I'll write for Idia and Rook! Remember to drink water and stay healthy🌱

☆~Notes: second person POV, fluff ♡~Characters: Idia, Rook ◇~Warnings: none :)

Idia Shroud

"We don't have to go anywhere today, y'know, we could hang out at the dorms tonight?" Idia was currently having a bit of trouble out in the daylight, surrounded by people. It was your duty as Idia's partner to make sure he was comfortable, and so seeing him freeze up like this instantly sent you into parent mode. His hands were clutched close to his chest and he was hiding under the shade of a tree. You could tell that he really didn't want to be out and about when there were so many people, and you were about to reach out for him when he suddenly took a deep breath.

"No, I can, I can deal with this. We always have our, our dates in the dorms so, y'know, we should have one outside too." Idia put on a brave smile, albeit a bit wobbly, before grabbing your hand gently. A large grin grew on your face and heat rose on your cheeks. "Okay, but we can always go back home if you need us to." He nodded at your statement, face burning red from nerves, and slight embarrassment. With his hand in yours, you (gently) pulled Idia around the town. You were quite familiar with the layout of the streets, luckily for the both of you.

"Sooo~, where do you wanna head to first? I think there's a few different hot spots here that we could visit. That street has an arcade, there's an ice cream parlour down that way.." You trailed off, turning to Idia for his input. You were startled to see that he was already looking at you, and when he caught your eyes looking back at his, he turned away quickly, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. "Uhh, the-yea we could go get something to eat first if uh, if you feel up to it?" He stammered, looking everywhere but you while trying, and failing, to conceal the bright red hue on his cheekbones. You'd both agreed to hit up the frozen dessert shop first, seeing as it was hotter than usual and neither of you were too hungry at the moment.

"Here's a question, are you a smoothie kind of guy, or do you prefer ice cream?" You'd had plenty of conversations such as this one with Idia. Innocent little conversations that didn't really go anywhere, but were easy to engage in, and it left room to segue into other conversations. "I don't know... I think I'd go for uhm... frozen yoghurt actually." He lifted his free hand to his chin while he thought, smiling back at you sheepishly. You nodded as you walked through the glass door of the Dessert shop, causing a little bell above the door to ring. The man at the counter smiled, waving the two of you over. There were only a few customers present, and not a lot of noise, and you felt the way Idia relaxed a bit. The air was a bit chilly too, but it was a great relief after being out under the beating sun.

"What can I get for you two?" You ordered fairly quickly, already knowing what you wanted, and waited patiently for Idia. You gave him a few suggestions, seeing as he had never visited this shop before. After a few minutes, both of you now had your frozen desserts in hand and were on your way out of the shop. You were quick to dig into your order, hoping for the cool to spread through your body quickly. As Idia was complimenting the taste of his treat, a shiver ran up your spine, and you were pretty sure it wasn't from your ice cream. You didn't want to scare Idia, so you looked around the street as if you were taking in the sights, looking for the pair of eyes you felt boring into your back.

You almost gasped out loud when your eyes locked on your a pair of glowing yellow eyes hidden beneath a crow's face mask.

Your dad, Dire Crowley, was sitting at a table across the street, staring right at you. Your eyes narrowed and you pursed your lips.

Idia had since then noticed a change in your mood and had followed your line of sight until he spotted Crowley as well. He let out a strangled gasp, his face growing ten shades darker than they were moments ago.

"Y/N, is, is that, your dad is, he, why is Crowley here?" He stumbled over his words, his hand releasing yours in his slight panic.

You huffed, poking your tongue out at Crowley before turning your back to him and grabbing Idia's hand.

"Yea, but it's fine, he'll leave once he realizes he isn't welcome on our date."

Rook Hunt

It was the weekend and due to both you and Rook being busy so often with your dorms and other school-related affairs, you hadn't had any time to meet up for dates. This weekend was the exception, though.

You had met up with Rook the day before, making your plans early so that you would have time to prepare and outfit the night before. You'd also suggested a few different places the two of you would be visiting so you had an idea of where you'd be going, and how long you would be expected to be out. Rook had suggested a few things, like visiting a few different book stores around town, or even just walking around the park for a few hours. The weather was the perfect temperature, a bit on the warmer side but with a light breeze that would keep you from sweating. "I'm sure the book store would have a few new additions, wouldn't you think so, mon amour?" Rook's gloved hand was wrapped tightly around your own, spreading his warmth to you. His arm swung back and forth, taking your arm along with his as you walked down the street. "How long has it been since your last visit? You visit the shop on the plaza often." He nodded, taking in the sights around him. "There are plenty of books in that shop that I've already read, but there are plenty I haven't. That's one of the joys of being young, I have plenty of time to read." You smiled as Rook began droning on about whatever he felt he wanted to speak about. You liked listening to Rook speak. Even if you didn't understand a few of the things he spoke about, it was nice that he could fill the silence whenever he needed to. On top of that, it was cute to see him speak with such passion about the things he liked. He finished his monologue, looking down at you with a smile.

"Aside from your love of poetry, we could also pick up a new roll of film for your camera." Your suggestion caused Rook's eyes to light up.

"Now that is a great idea, mon amour!" He exclaimed, leaning over to place a quick kiss to the top of your hair.

His lips lingered for a moment before he straightened again, a sly smile on his face as he stared past you for a moment before meeting your gaze.

Your eyebrows furrowed, opening your mouth before closing it again and turning towards the area Rook was looking at.

You cringed outwardly when you realized that Rook was looking straight at your dad, Divus Crewel. Your lips curled into a crumbly frown before you took the lead and began pulling Rook away from the area you just stood at.

Rook laughed from his chest, smiling at you in adoration as you weaved your way through a crowd to escape the scrutinizing gaze of your father.

"Afraid of showing me off to your father?" Rook chirped.

"No, but I really don't want to deal with his complaining at home later on."

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alphi-writes · 3 years

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Late at night, when the rain has increased and the sound of the sky's tears floods the halls of the House of Lamentation, only two souls lie awake.

The familiar thump of thunder in the distance and the flare of lightning illuminates Leviathan's face as he finds his way down the empty hallway. Lead by a sweet melody upon black and white keys, he is soon brought to the music room.

Across from the threshold sits (Y/N) among the piano. The owner of the melody, just as sweet and tender as the notes of music.

The rhythm they play is soft and slow. Their fingers dance effortlessly across the piano's keys, gentle like a feather's touch. Their eyes, shut softly so that they may immerse themself in the tune, whisking themself away to a place unbeknownst to Levi.

He stands in the doorway, eyes wide and heart pounding. He is familiar with music, he hears plenty of piano in anime openings, but none of those melodies could ever compare to the feeling (Y/N)'s playing brings him.

Although the air is cold and damp, the atmosphere (Y/N) paints is warm, welcoming, and it almost feels like a home far away in the sky.

A place he knew long ago, a place where he was always happy and smiling.

The Celestial Realm?

Yes, that is the where (Y/N)'s music paints. Much like (Y/N), Levi has allowed his lashes to flutter to a close, immersing himself fully in his feelings.

The notes carry well in the all-but empty music room. There is a slight echo of music, bouncing off the rain.

Suddenly, the tune has changed. (Y/N) has moved their hands further up the left side of the piano. Although the keys are not much lower, the tone has deepened, changing the mood.

Levi stands in the doorway, soaking up every drop, every fibre there is of this moment.

Every moment ticks on, and those moments turn into minutes, into hours, until finally, the music fades and is replaced with a quiet voice.

"Did I wake you?"

His eyes open once more as he gazes upon the human, who's eyes shine with concern.

"I-no, I was uhm... getting a drink.."

(Y/N) nods, releasing a quiet 'ah' before turning back to the piano.

"You..You play really well... do you think you uh, could play more for me?" Levi stumbles over his words, warm colour flooding his face.

Just like their whole being, everything they are, (Y/N) let's out a soft chuckle that whisks Levi away.

"Of course. Come sit with me?"

#my writing #obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me drabble #obey me writing #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me levi x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #i finally added some tunes for you ;) some studio ghibli to further immerse you #SoundCloud

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alphi-writes · 3 years

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Hi! If it isn't done already, may I request for headcanons on how Pomefiore would text us? I really enjoy your writing btw! 💞

I haven't done Pomefiore yet so yes!! Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoy my content 😁🌱

Texting: Pomefiore!

Vil Schoenheit

Doesn't tell often (suprisingly)

Usually too busy to honestly

When he does though, there's a fifty-fifty chance he will be ranting, gossiping, or reminding you to clean your face for the day

Similarly, you don't text him often either

Maybe because you don't want to bother him, maybe because you prefer face-to-face contact

When you are texting, you're probably consulting him about the horrendous fashion statements Twisted Wonderland has compared to your world

Seriously, you thought that maybe since there were so many similarities, their world wouldn't have such a different taste in clothing

Sometimes when he's mad at you for something (probably pointed out his crooked eyeliner :p) he'll block you???

Not for long though because he likes your compliments

Of course you send good morning texts

Usually starting off with "mornin' beautiful"

He would never admit it but hearing you call him beautiful makes his heart go doki doki

Rook Hunt

Also doesn't text much but more so because he always knows where you're at anyways

'Cuz he's a freak and all

He does like to send little compliments here and there when you least expect him to

LOVE LOVE LOVES good morning texts

The fact that you would take a few seconds out of your morning routine to tell him good morning warms his heart

Means you were thinking about him :)

A lot of your texts are just "would you like to go out after classes today?"

Seriously if you scroll through your chat logs it's all morning texts and just short plans for the days

Short and simple but to the point

Its endearing, truly

Epel Felmier

You two actually text quite a lot???

At first you didn't because neither of you wanted to bother each other

But once you finally became more comfortable you would text all the time

Texts at the most ungodly of hours

Three in the morning on a school night? Uh yes please let's complain about the school system

Also uses chat logs to make plans with you

No matter how much he wants to come off as confident, he just can't bring himself to ask you out in person

He gets flustered, okay???

And also he doesn't want to let you know that he's a little upset if you can't hang out

He's obviously one of the more chaotic first years at heart so I'm sure there are plenty of memes and weird photos in your chat logs

Your "good morning" texts are funny memes

You're pretty much saying "hey I found this meme while laying in bed thirty minutes after my alarm clock went off but it made me think of you and even though I'm too shy to be all gushy and say 'good morning' I still appreciate and love you so here I got a good laugh out of this"

No matter how manly he tries to be, he still has a soft shy side to him :)

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alphi-writes · 3 years

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#i'm back bb

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alphi-writes · 3 years

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@alphi-writes here’s my promised one-shot! Since your profile picture is Kalim, I’d naturally assume he’s your favourite~ It’s simply just another typical day at Scarabia’s dorm, I sincerely apologise if it’s not as detailed as yours- (๑ ˊ͈ ᐞ ˋ͈)ƅ̋

Sorry I didn’t made it a DM Q^Q;; I wanted to posted it since it’s my first time writing!.. and actually… completing… what I started…….. *(◕ᴗ◕✿)

「 758 words || 4,278 characters || 1h 12m || ~ 」

The night sky brimmed with countless stars, you put your hands together, interlocked. You closed your eyes and made a wish upon the brightest one you see, each word that crossed your mind felt special…

“Your wish has been heard; falling into a dream where your heart desires.” - Mysterious voice

Keep reading

#AAAAA!!💓❤💝💗💟🧡💙#LFJDODNSONF I LOVE IT!!#Thank you SO MUCH!! 😍😭 i absolutely adore this and the way you write is absolutely gorgeous!!#thank you again for being so sweet!#im reblogging this to my writing account because hot dAMN #AJSKGLDJGKF I LOVE THIS #its perfect!!#please check out the original writer because they are just adorable and so sweet!!

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alphi-writes · 3 years

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nee, nee~ i really adored the autumn stories you wrote, and i- uhm- feel bad requesting so many at once jioqsjiccas q-q they were so long omg, i literally reread some of it to help me cleanse my 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭. sO IF U WOULD LET ME WRITE SOMETHING FOR U TOO- theres no denial 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 then i shall send u a dm of your request ^~^ 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵;;

I'm always happy to hear my readers enjoy what I write! I was worried it was a bit too long, but seeing that you enjoyed it eases that anxiety of mine a bit.

I'm glad that you want to write something for me as well! Although I'm not one to request (mainly why I became the writer not the requester lol) so you could write whatever you wanted and I would still love it! Thank you so much for being so lovely and kind, I always enjoy hearing feedback from my readers 😊

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alphi-writes · 3 years

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If you're a regular on my page, you might have noticed a name change!

Twst-koebi ➜ alphi-writes

All that really means is that I am going to be writing for more fandoms.

This change is mainly because I've fallen out of Twisted Wonderland (do not worry, I will still write TWST requests when they come in) but I didn't want to stick to one singular fandom.

Not only would all the writing become dull and boring, but I also want to cast my writing hand into other fandoms that I'm a part of!

Currently, I'm opening up my requests for JuJutsu Kaisen, Fictif: Last Legacy (Nix Hydra), and Twisted Wonderland

That's all for now! Thank you for your time, and I hope to see you all soon :)

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alphi-writes · 3 years

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Hello🤗🤗🤗!! How have you been. I love all your stories they make me feel very happy when I’m feeling down. If you don’t mind can I request Ruggie with an October Festival and Candies. If that’s not too much trouble. I hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are.

Thank you so much! I've been good, and I'm so glad my writing can make people happy! Of course I can write for you!! Also I barely even mentioned candy?? I'm sorry lol, I got really into the joy of food and company🧡

Characters: Ruggie

Items: October Festival, Candies

"Wow, look at that pastry stall!" Ruggie remarked, pointing excitedly at the piles upon piles of sweets.

You were currently in the middle of the Oktober festival, surrounded by parades, music, smells, and other senses.

You'd invited Ruggie along with you because one, why not? And two, you'd been wanting to spoil him for quite some time, and what better way than with an eighteen day festival?

There were many vibrant colours, aromatic smells, and beautiful music. It was almost a stimulus overload! So much to do, so many places to go, so many food stalls to visit.

"Come on, let's get some food." You grabbed Ruggie's hand, smiling and pulling him to the stall.

As you approached the cart, more smells of bread, pumpkin, and cinnamon filled your nasal.

"Wow, that smells great-" Ruggie whisper, breathing in the smell with a delighted smile.

"Pick whatever you want, I'm paying for everything tonight." Your smile only grew when Ruggie whipped around with a shocked look on his face.

Before he could protest you held up one of your hands, stifling his words.

"Don't worry about it, Ruggie. I brought you here, and I'll be damned if I don't get the chance to spoil you rotten!" You snickered, smirking at him as he tried to decline your offer.

After a few futile moments, he finally gave in and picked a few pastries.

Mainly donuts, of course, but you watched him linger by a batch of pissaladière. Although he turned away with only a bag of donuts, you added the tart to his treat bag, handing the stall clerk the money and handing Ruggie the baggie.

"Alright, let's see if they're bobbing for apples yet-" You looked around the avenue, "I wonder if the kegs are out as well."

Hand in hand, the two of you wandered around the festival, stopping at individual stalls here and there. Sometimes to look, and other times to buy.

You'd been out for a few hours and soon your stomachs were growling.

"I think there's a food stall right up there? Let's grab some actual food before we head to the party avenue." You turned to Ruggie, smiling and squeezing his hand.

His eyes were full of wonder, and you could tell the sights and smells were all but heavenly to him. You wanted to spoil him as much as possible, maybe add a few pounds on him if you could.

Weaving your way through the crowd, you finally made it to a side nook where a lanky older man stood with his food stall. You could tell from his hands that he was a seasoned baker.

"Ooh, two Gratin Dauphinois' please?"

The elder man nodded, cracking a smile as he held out two small plates of the dish. You thanked him, bowing your head slightly before leading Ruggie to a bench near the dancer's section.

"Have you ever had this dish before?" You questioned, mixing your potatoes and cheese together near the edge.

Ruggie had already shoved a spoonful into his mouth, eyes glistening with delight.

"Nauh I ha-en't." He was speaking through the food, savouring each and every flavour of the dish.

Laughing, you pulled a napkin out and held it up to Ruggie's face, wiping a bit of food from his cheek.

A small blush spread across his face as he gulped down his food.

"I uh,hey, I don't usually eat food this good, sorry." The way he spoke was not a tone of sadness, but maybe of joy?

Joy of food, and joy of a warm, full stomach. His face was glowing brightly, maybe from the heat of the food, maybe because when he looked at you, his heart swelled with affection.

You'd been nothing but giving and kind, and he couldn't understand why or how he deserved any of your compassion.

Every once in a while though, his doubt would dissipate, replaced with love and comfort. Now was one of those times.

He grinned brightly when a dancer neared, tossing two palm-sized candy baggies at the two of you.

He watched as your eyes lit up, staring as you pulled a candy from the baggie and held it up for him.

"This is my favourite candy! Here, you try it."

Ruggie smiled down at the candy, gently taking your palm and turning your hand over. He leaned forward and pressed a light kiss on your knuckles.

"Thank you so much, Y/N. You're all I've ever dreamt of and more."

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alphi-writes · 3 years

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The Autumn Event had officially ended! Thank you all so much for contributing🧡

Just like the last event, the requests I received before the deadline will be finished, but any sent after this post will not be fulfilled:(

Again, thank you so much for contributing, and I hope you enjoyed the event as much as I did :)

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alphi-writes · 3 years

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the autumn interactions seems fascinating.. may i request one? ^~¬ || a female reader here~ id like to request a scary stories for malleus, haunted house for azul & trick of treat for floyd, thanks!!! 🥺💖

Yes of course!! I'm glad you seem to like it:)🧡

Characters: Malleus, Azul, Floyd

Items: Scary Stories, Haunted Houses, Trick or Treat

Malleus Draconia

"Yea, just sit there, it's a bean bag it won't- Malleus, you're practically a deity, you do not need to worry about a bean bag eating you."'

You giggled quietly as Malleus tried to make himself comfortable. He wasn't used to such comfortable, plush seatings like a bean bag.

"Are you sure these won't cause any damage? The curve it makes seems... unhealthy."

"Oh, don't be a scaredy cat-! You'll want to save that fear for-" you clicked your torch on, illuminating your face, "-Scaaaary stooories~!"

He stared, dumbfounded for a moment before chuckling quietly.

"Well, you can try, I suppose."

"Oh I will try, and I'll succeed!"

Earlier in the evening, you'd invited Malleus to your dorm, in which the two of you would hang out because Malleus was, yet again, left out of another school event. It was sad to see him so dejected, so you jumped at the chance to invite him over.

Currently, while Malleus was slowly being swallowed by the bean bag, you were setting up a small blanket fort. You stabilized the blankets and sheets before shoving pillows and a few other softy seats inside.

After that, you grabbed your laptop and a candy bag, propping them up at the head of the fort. When you finally crawled out, Malleus was all but unseen, completely covered in the bean bag.

You laughed loudly, promptly grabbing his hands and pulling him out of the seat.

"Come on, I have to fort finished."

He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, thanking you quietly.

You slid into the fort next to Malleus, opening your laptop.

"I found this cool forum last week where people submit scary stories! It's always being updated with new stories, and theres even an audio section. That way I don't have to read out loud, I don't read well out loud..."' You typed the forum into the search bar, opening up the tab and scrolling through the audios.

"Do you want to listen to a certain genre? Or are we going to randomize?"

You looked at Malleus, who now had his head propped on his hands. He had a lime green and fuschia blanket strewn over his legs, keeping him warm.

"Erm.. random."

Nodding, you clicked randomise and clicked the first audio that appeared.

"Ooh~ this one's a true story!" You pulled your arms into your chest, burrowing into your blanket like an animal.

The audio faded in, menial sounds of rain and wind fading in first. Then, after the sounds, a deep voice came in.

"This, is a true story. A story of young children, all murdered in cold blood."

You chortled quietly at the mediocre voice acting, hoping Malleus hadn't heard you.

"One-hundred years ago, in multiple neighbouring towns, murders of small children were reported back to back for about two months. The murders were strewn out by the days. Almost sixty children were murdered, meaning the murderer struck every night."

Although it sounded like the man was trying too hard to sound spooky, and he spoke a bit slow, you still found yourself enjoying the story.

"The murders were all the same, children's skulls bashed in, all a bloody, gorey mess. It wasn't until one teenager by the name of Saria that the murderer was caught."

You laid your head nonchalantly on Malleus' arm.

"Saria was the oldest victim, which proved useful in her predicament. Although she was bed-ridden in the hospital for a time with major cranial damage, she suffered no memory loss."

"I wish I didn't suffer memory loss when Trein smacks me upside the head..."

Although you'd whispered to yourself, Malleus must've heard you because he let out a quiet chuckle.

"Although Saria gave a solid description of the murderer, he was never caught."

"Wow, shocker."

"The murders stopped in 1912. Recently, a line of murders identical to the 1909 murders were brought to the surface."

The speaker's voice faded out, mediocre scary music playing until the end of the audio.

"Well, that sucked, but everything sucks if you aren't the one being murdered." When you looked to Malleus for feedback, you were suprised to see he'd fallen asleep.

Shutting your laptop, you smiled and laid down next to him, brushing his bangs away from his forehead.

Gently, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and closed your eyes, falling asleep with him.

Azul Ashengrotto

"You sure you can handle this, Azul?" You teased, smirking at him.

You were currently standing with him in line outside a haunted house maze. From the looks of it, the 'house' was an old château from at least two centuries ago.

It was huge, probably four or five stories tall.

"Of course I can handle this, Y/N. I deal with scarier guests at the Lounge." A confident smile spread across his face as he adjusted his coat.

You hummed, grabbing his hand, intertwining.

"Damn, I don't think it's the haunted house you need to worry about. Your hands are freezing!"

He only scoffed, looking up at the château.

"This is a slow line. We could accept more customers in the lounge than this place."

"Well, we can't just expect the other people here to fly through the whole maze. That would be no fun at all. Besides, I like waiting with you." You grinned at him, squeezing his hand promptly.

A small blush spread across his face before he turned his head away.

After another fifteen minutes or so, you finally made it to the front of the maze.

"Two together please." You held up two fingers, handing your money to the operator before they ushered you and Azul inside.

The beginning of the maze was stuffy room that smelled faintly of smoke.

"Someone has smoker's breath." You quipped to yourself, looking around the room.

You didn't tell Azul, but you'd visited this haunted house a week prior, just to see what it had in store. It was also so you could see how Azul reacted to the maze.

Of course, you will still get scared, but you would roughly know your way around the maze.

"Here, this way I think. The air feels different." You lightly grabbed his sweater sleeve and pulled him towards the wall, feeling around the wallpaper.

"Ooh, we have to look for exits?"

"Yea, I think this is more of a puzzle maze than a jump scare maze."

You found a loose corner in the wallpaper and pulled until a doorway was exposed.

You turned to Azul, grinning and motioning for him to follow.

Throughout the haunted house you would stumble across rooms that required puzzles, some that had jumpscares, and some that had both.

In one particular room, Azul was trailing behind, looking at his surrounding when a scare actor jumped out, shrieking loudly and grabbing Azul.

Although you should've come to Azul's aid, you couldn't help but double over laughing.

The sound Azul made, you'd never heard anything like it. It was almost like a strained baby cry.

"Azul, oh, jeez-" you couldn't even talk, you were laughing so hard, "are you-are you okay Azul?" You finally straightened, wiping a stray tear from your eye and gliding over to him.

"Y-you laughed!" He pointed an accusing finger at you.

You wrapped your fingers around his, smiling.

"Yes. I. Did."

You were the leader throughout the whole maze, pulling him through rooms and away from potential scare factors.

"Its almost as if you already know this house, Y/N."

Chuckling, you turned to him, "I've been to a lot of haunted houses. I just have a better sense of the place than you."

He nodded, albeit still suspicious, but left the matter alone.

Towards the end, the hallways began to narrow, and you felt yourself sweating more than usual.

This wasn't a part of the house when you went last week.

Pressing your back against the back wall, you shuffled down the hallway, breathing in laboured breaths.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Azul's concerned voice rang out behind you.

Craning your neck back, you saw the expression on his face. His eyebrows were creased, and his eyes showed sympathy.

"Y-yea! I uh, I hate small places, especially, ah, hallways. No where to turn, you know?"

You felt Azul's hand grab yours, and soon you found yourself escaping the cramped hallway.

"Hell yea! We made it!" You threw your hands up, cheering and grinning at Azul.

He smiled at you, plopping a hand on your head and ruffling your hair.

"Uh-huh. Now let's go home, I'm tired."

You nodded, winding your elbow with his.

"Yea, and we should grab some food beforehand too. I'm starving."

You marched together, arms intwined, eyes drooping, and worries cleared.

Floyd Leech

"Floyd, you can't, hey no, your foot goes through here!" Currently, you were having troubles helping Floyd into his costume.

"Jeez, I'm not in the mood for this.."

"Don't be a baby.. lord almighty, could Azul have chose any other costume genre? This looks like quarantine shopping all over again-"

You weren't absolutely sure what the Octavinelle costumes were supposed to be, but you did know that your costume was worlds better.

When Floyd finally had the costume on correctly, he grumbled, staring down at you.

"I don't want to trick and treat."

"'Neither do I, so let's hurry up. There will be candy."

Floyd's eyes brightened slightly at the mention of candy.

"Fine."

"Yea, there's your spirit." You said in a monotone voice, no less.

Instead of trick and treating around town, NRC set up a school system where students could visit dorms and staff rooms for treats. Something about giving the students some holiday cheer.

"I hope someone has calissons. I haven't had any of those for a while." You spoke, mostly to yourself, but Floyd retorted to your quip.

"Calissons are gross."

"You know nothing, feeble mortal."

The walk from your dorm to the first dorm, Heartslaybul, was quiet but not uncomfortable.

You honestly just wanted to get this over with so you could take a nap. Preferably after watching some horror movies or something of the sort.

You walked through the mirror to Heartslaybul, making it to the front gate and knocking on the door.

Both you and Floyd held out your trest baggies, letting out a bored "Trick or Treat" in unison.

You watched as Trey dropped candies into your baggies. There was some candy corn, carambars, chocolate, and a small plastic bag of chamallows.

You waved to Trey and made your way to the next stop.

"This is a kid's holiday, yea?"

"Not necessarily. People used to dress up before All Saint's Day because they didn't want the ghosts to eat their asses."

Floyd nodded, a michevious grin spreading across his face.

"It doesn't have to be Halloween to get your ass-"

You punched his arm, "oh shut up, you."

He snickered loudly, poking fun at you until you made it to the next dorm.

That's how the rest of the night continued. Go from dorm to dorm, collect your candies, then make jokes and quips between getting candy.

At the end of the night, you and Floyd headed back to your own dorm to exchange candies.

"I think we have most of our candy is the same-" You mentioned, dumping your candy on the ground.

"I don't have any carambars." Floyd spoke, reaching over and grabbing a handful of carambars from your pile.

"Hey! We're exchanging, not stealing!"

He shoved a piece of candy in his mouth, rolling his eyes and trifling through his candy baggie.

"Here, you can have these then."

He threw a plastic wrapping at you, going back to his own candies.

Picking up the wrapping, you smelled it briefly and smiled.

"Oh, so you had calissons? And you don't even like them."

He nodded, laughing to himself.

"Yea, I specifically asked Trein for those."

You chuckled quietly, turning the calissons over in your hand.

"Well, thank you. This has been my best trick or treat event ever."

Floyd nodded, giving you a toothy grin before shifting his focus back to the candies.

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Relationship Headcannons

Trey Clover

Like Riddle, he would also like for his S/O to have a sweet tooth

That way, he could bake for them all the time. More appreciation for this awkward sweet boy

Everyone knows the way to a person's heart is through their stomach, especially Trey

And speaking of stomachs, Trey absolutely ADORES it when you fall asleep on his tummy

He's self conscious of his squishy tum-tum so he's glad that someone loves that about him

Who doesn't love squishy tummies?

It's so wholesome

So sweet

You're constantly volunteering to help him with his family's bakery

But almost everytime he turns down your offer

Not because he doesn't trust you

He's subconsciously nervous that you'll learn to bake and he won't be able to bake for you :'(

Don't take that away from him, he loves to see your face glow when he serves some treats in the evening

You do get to help at the bakery every once in a while

But you usually end up distracting each other more than working

Flour will always end up in someone's hair or on the walls

If you can't help at the bakery, you'll help him bake for the students of Heartslaybul

The only time you've asked him to use his "doodle suit" for you was when Lilia cooked food for your birthday

Not when Lilia was around of course, but I don't think he'd be upset about it

Compared to Trey, your teeth are a disaster!

No one could compete with Trey's glimmering teeth

He's constantly trying to give you dental hygiene tips because you don't floss

Who does? Not you, flossing is for losers

It's not like you don't want healthy, clean teeth

But you really don't want Trey's hands in your mouth

Nuh-uh, no sir-ee

It's funny watching him fret over Ace and Deuce's teeth, seeing as all they ever consume is sugary treats and beverages

He's like, a DILF

No, better yet

A MILF

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alphi-writes · 4 years

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:000 HELLO I REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING ITS SO GOOD 😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖💖 may i please request Haunted House with Che'nya? thank you so much 😭😭 (reminder to take care of yourself properly and make sure you are well rested, hydrated, and have eaten today! i we all care about you ❤❤❤❤❤)

:0c tysm!!! ღ˘⌣˘ღ) I'm elated that you enjoy my content! Also, kind of weird thing for me to say but thank you for reminding me to eat today (*ﾉ∀`*)

Characters: Che'Nya

Items: Haunted House

"Y/N should hurry up, hihihi." Che'nya snickered, tugging on your sweater sleeve.

"Che'nya, slow down a bit, I know you're excited but-"

He abruptly stopped, causing you to slam into his back. You rubbed your nose, huffing at him.

"Look at the scary house!" He had a firm grip on your sleeve with his right hand, and was pointing at the large building with his right.

The building was large, maybe three or four flights tall. In the windows were shadows and multiple flashing coloured lights. It was eerie in a way that made you excited and jittery.

You breathed out a 'Wow' and started pulling Che'nya with you towards the house.

Che'nya was snickering while you pulled him, also vibrating with excitement.

When you made it to the line, you were suprised to see that there weren't many people waiting.

"Y/N has noticed there aren't many people, too?"

"Yea, I wonder why."

The two of you stood in line for almost ten minutes before you were making your way into the spook house.

For the first few minutes, there were only minor scares such as loud sounds or far off voices.

As you traveled deeper into the spook house, the walls seemed to be closer and the ceiling was much lower. It was cramped and you had to crouch behind Che'nya while you went through the hallways.

When the cramped walls finally let out, you entered a much larger room.

There were no lights in the room, but musky light from the next room poured in, exposing the red and black smoke billowing across the floor.

"Oh my gosh, do you feel that pressure?" You whispered, grabbing Che'nya's hand and squeezing.

He giggled, squeezing your hand back in assurance.

"Y/N is a scaredy cat!" He whispered loudly, ears perked up.

When you passed the threshold into the next room, an actor jumped out, roaring loudly at you.

You stifled a scream by burying your face in Che'nya's shoulder. Che'nya laughed loudly, returning the favour and growling back at the actor.

Every once in a while you would laugh out loud or make humorous comments towards the actors. Sure you had your scares here and there, but after getting used to the atmosphere, it became a lot more like a game.

You walked into another room and there was a large clown standing to the side with a sledge hammer propped up on his shoulder.

"Wow, you're guys are pretty-"

You heard Che'nya snicker, before the clown spoke up again.

"Pretty ugly!!" He laughed heartily, clutching at his stomach while you went to the next room.

"That was a good one, actually. I can't even be mad."

When you made it to the end and burst through the curtains, you squinted at the bright light ahead of you.

There were multiple people walking around, either customers or actors, and a large beacon light was shining directly at the curtains.

To the side, there was a small television screen with different camera views on it. You could see what was going on in the scare house, and you began to wonder what you looked like throughout the maze.

"Che'nya had fun! What about Y/N?" Che'nya had a grin on his face, one bigger than you've ever seen before.

You laughed quietly, squeezing his hand again.

"Of course I had fun! We should go to other scare houses together!!"

"Yay! Che'nya absolutely wants to go to more spooky houses!"

He ruffled your hair, smiling down at you.

By the time you returned to your own dorm, you bid Che'nya a sleepy goodbye and snuggled into your bed, perfectly content with how the night ended.

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Hi! Can I request Dances for Leona and Vil?

Of course you can! This one is gonna be fun, especially with writing Leona (´-ω-` )🧡

Characters: Leona, Vil

Items: Dances

Leona Kingscholar

"What do you want, herbivore?" Leona's tone was stale and his eyebrows had creased significantly.

"Is it too much to ask you to hang out?"

"Yes."

You grunted, crossing your arms and glaring up at the lion. He was always like this, cancelling on plans that involved leaving the dorm, and only attending when a date included napping.

"Come oooon, Leona, I don't want to take another nap on the couch-!"

He grumbled, covering his ears with a pillow. You stood there quietly, watching as he fell back asleep.

"Ugh... I'm gonna regret this but-" you took a firm hold of his blanket and ripped it off of him.

He was instantly awake and glaring at you.

"Give me my blanket back."

"I've seen you nap without one. Try it again."

These banters were common, and you would've thought Leona would change a few habits and tendencies.

He laid his head back on his pillow, crossed his arms over his chest, and closed his eyes. Again, you stood by the foot of the bed and watched as his breathing slowed.

"Damnit, Leona... why don't you ever put any effort into this relationship." You murmured to yourself, sitting down on the corner of the bed.

You say there for a few minutes before you heard Leona shift.

"Come here, Y/N." You turned to look at him, and he was lazily patting the spot beside him.

"No, I've other things to do." You stood up and bid him a quiet goodbye before making your way back to your own dorm.

Of course you were upset. This was a common theme with Leona, and it upset you to no end. You'd never walked out on him, but you were done with his behaviour.

You retreated to your room the moment you hit the threshold, deciding to take a midday nap even if Leona's naps were what upset you.

Of course you knew you were being hypocritical, but you were sad and you didn't feel like staying awake right now.

So you drifted off to sleep, albeit melancholy, but content that you could push your worries and woes away for a few hours.

Almost six hours later, around midnight, you were woken from your slumber abruptly.

"Herbivore, hey, wake up." You heard Leona's gruff voice mumble through the darkness.

You shifted, rubbing your eyes groggily and mumbling through your drowsiness, "Leona? Wha..what are you doing here?"

"Come on and get up. We're gonna do something together."

You sat up, yawning loudly.

"Jeez, you big-mouth." Leona teased as he turned the light on.

You hissed quietly, covering your eyes.

"I'm tired, Leona.."

"Yea yea." He slid one arm behind your back and the other under your knees, heaving you out of bed.

"Mhhnuoo-" you groaned, struggling for a moment before going limp, "whatever."

When he finally set you down, you leaned your head into his chest, yawning again.

"Oh, do you want to nap now?"

"No, shut up, I am full of energy, lion."

You weren't. You were so groggy that you could barely keep your eyes open, but you wouldn't admit that to Leona after you'd stormed out on him.

You heard him chuckle to himself before draping his arms lazily around your waist and shoulder. Although you didn't want him to think you'd forgiven him yet, you still pushed your face into his chest and wrapped your arms loosely around his waist.

You felt Leona gently shift his weight, and soon the two of you were swaying back and forth slowly. You swayed in place for a couple minutes before Leona began to make small steps around the room.

You followed as best you could while your eyes were shut, feeling the steps as you went.

It was the two-step, a dance you'd grown familiar with ever since you met Leona. Forward step on right foot, closing step on left, forward on right, and it only looped from there.

Neither of you spoke, neither of you apologized. As your light dancing carried on, you heard a quiet rumbling sound.

You stopped for a moment, causing Leona to as well.

"What?"

"What is it?" When Leona spoke, the sound stopped.

You stood quiet for a moment, and then gasped loudly, looking up at Leona with large eyes.

"Are you, purring, Leona?" When you spoke, Leona instantly denied that fact that he was purring.

You giggled loudly as Leona tried to cover up the fact that he was embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Yea, you won't."

Vil Schoenheit

You threw down your notebook, harshly shoving your knuckles into your sides.

"You have to work with me Vil, or else I can't get the moves down right." Ever since school let out for the day you'd been in the Pomfiore ballroom with Vil.

He may be beautiful and elegant, but he was a terrible teacher.

"You're just not putting effort into this, Y/N. Try harder and do it again."

Hours upon hours of your day had been practically wasted in this ballroom. What was the rhumba even for? Why were you even here in the first place?

Oh, that's right.

Vil was invited to a fancy party and in turn invited you as his plus one. You didn't want to go, but you also didn't want to disappoint Vil either.

Sighing as you heard the music start up again, straightening your back like you had countless times before today.

You stepped forward on your left, brought your right foot the side, then brought your left toward your right foot. Your feet were glued together for only a split second before your right foot had to go back, then your left foot went out from its original spot.

Again, you put your right to your left foot, but when you went to shift your weight, you moved your right foot forward instead of the left. For only a few seconds, you were hoping Vil wouldn't notice before you heard him shut off the music once again.

"Y/N-"

"I KNOW, VIL!"

Your voice echoed throughout the ballroom, and a quiet ringing followed afterwards.

Your hands were clenched together, shaking at your sides from the pressure.

"I already know what you're going to say-" your voice changed so as to mimic Vil's, "-'This dance is so simple, Y/N. How come you can't grasp this dance yet. What are you, a swan or an elephant?'" You didn't want to seem like a child having a tantrum, but you also wanted Vil to understand your struggle.

You've never danced before, maybe as a child, but there was no choreography to those days. There was no flow or elegance. Just a bumbling child who knew nothing of the world yet.

You were expecting Vil to blow up and yell at you, but instead you heard him tap across the room to you.

He placed his right hand on the back of your shoulder, and grasped your left hand in his.

"You have the pace all wrong, dear. I believe that is why you've so much trouble with the dance."

When Vil stepped forward with his left foot, you stepped back with your right.

"We start off slow, then the next two steps are fast."

Your left foot and his right foot went to their respective sides, then your grounded feet followed close after.

"Another slow step."

This time around, your left foot went forward and Vil's went back.

You went in a counter clockwise figure, stepping in a small space in the ballroom.

When the music came to a fade, Vil stopped and let go of you.

"That was much better, Y/N."

You looked at your feet for a moment and mumbled, "thank you."

"You were slightly stiff, but I'm sure you will be able to loosen up as we practice more."

You nodded, sighing and smiling up at him.

"Yea, I think I can do that."

He smiled and gently took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

"Yes, I believe so."

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alphi-writes · 4 years

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Hello, I've simplified my request and hope it works better! Can I have: Opera cake and scary stories with Lilia, and haunted houses with Idia (the reader for both enjoys scary stories and finds creepy things cute). Particularly silly shenanigan fluff for both.🥺✨ Take care on your part and thank you! <3

Okie dokie, can do cœur! Thank you for being so kind, and I hope you like your requests!(╯✧▽✧)╯🧡

⚠️⚠️TRIGGERWARNING⚠️⚠️

The scary story for Lilia mentioned abuse, gore, and murder. The haunted house for Idia mentioned fake (makeup) blood and gore. Read with caution!

Characters: Lilia, Idia

Items: Opera Cake, Scary Stories, Haunted Houses

Lilia Vanrouge

Usually when you hung out with Lilia, it was at the Diasomnia dorm, but tonight you'd settled on spending the evening in your dorm. Much quieter that way without Sebek here complaining

You were out on the roof, sitting under the stars enjoying each other's company.

"So this is Opera Cake? I don't believe I've ever had any." Lilia remarked, looking at the treat.

Unlike other cakes, Opera cake was made up of almond sponge cake, multiple coffee ingredients, and chocolate glaze. It looked something akin to wafers covered in chocolate.

You took your time earlier in the day to prepare a whole batch of the cake, which took almost four hours, so you were hoping Lilia would like it.

When he raised the cake to his mouth, he suddenly pulled it away.

"No garlic, right?"

"Lilia!"

"Alright alright, I'm eating it!"

He laughed off your unnerve and took a bite, chewing for a moment before absolutely swooning.

"'This cake is-" he stopped to chew, "- immaculate, astounding!"

He ate the rest of his serving in a heart beat, laying backwards on the roof. You only laughed loudly, clutching your stomach.

"Now, was it really that good, Lilia?"

He sprung back up, "of course! I loved it, no one ever bakes sweets in Diasomnia."

You smiled sweetly, watching as he droned on and on about the cake.

"There's more... right?"

You laughed, "of course."

He sighed in content, laying one hand on his stomach, and another behind his head. You both laid on the roof for a while, enjoying the comfortable silence before Lilia piped up.

"Oo~ let's tell scary stories, that'll be fun!"

He sat up, pulling his knees to his chest and staring at you expectantly.

"Me? You want to hear one of my scary stories? Pffft."

"Uh, yea, let me hear what you humans consider 'scary'." He giggled, staring at you.

You folded your arms and crossed your legs, thinking for a moment.

"Hmmm.... oh! Okay-" You situated yourself and held your hands up.

"This tale is of a young man who hated his father. As a young boy, he would often see his father beating his mother. It was so common that the boy was used to being hit night after night." As you spoke, Lilia's eyebrows creased.

"After years of dealing with torment from his father, he finally snapped! His father had beat his mother for the last time, and he was not going to stand for it."

Lilia's eyebrows perked up again.

"He went straight for his father, and taught him a lesson. He made his father feel the pain that he and his mother had endured for years! But he went over the line, and murdered his father. He tore his stomach open, and gutted him!" You mimicked guts falling out of your stomach.

"Its said that, even after his own death-" you swung your hand out to the horizon, "he still haunts those who will inflict abuse upon the undeserving."

When you finished your tale, to sat back proudly. Your eyes opened when you heard Lilia clapping.

"Go human-boy!" He chanted.

You laughed, sitting forward.

"That story isn't told a lot. The original hand-printed article is much more graphic."

Lilia nodded, smiling at you.

"Well, you tell it beautifully, and I enjoyed it very much, Y/N."

He reached up and gently ruffled your hair, smiling a toothy grin at you.

Idia Shroud

You had invited Idia to join you at a haunted house this evening, which brought you to this large, age-worn château.

It was odd, you were coming here for the frights inside the castle, when honestly the town it resided in gave you more spooks on the way over. Houses practically crumbling to the ground, large dogs on leashes barking loudly, and absolutely no lights on throughout the town.

Now that you were st the château, you laughed off the eeriness of the town and focused on Idia.

Although he was a bit unnerved with all the people around, he still looked excited to be here, staring at the castle with large eyes.

"Hey, this is gonna be fun, Idia!" You smiled up at him, patting his arm lightly.

He nodded, smiling down at you sheepishly. He looked excited, so full of life. It was honestly a bit unusual, and absolutely adorable.

When the line had finally shrunk and you were at the opening of the haunted house, you heard multiple noises.

Screams, chainsaws, buzzing? There were so many different sounds that you were beginning to feel your nerves again.

"Wow, look at this place. This would be the perfect horror game setting." Idia remarked, looking at the structure of the château.

Soon, you finally made it into the haunted house, and you looped your elbow with Idia's.

"W-what are you-"

"So we don't get separated, heh."

You were nervous, but you didn't want Idia to know that. You'd gone haunted housing in your world before, and it wasn't too bad.

The part that scared you about haunted housing in Twisted Wonderland was that the people who lived here had a much higher bar for what was and wasn't scary.

Hell, normal people here like Malleus or Leona could be considered scary!

What would the monsters for a haunted house be like?

You were already trembling and you'd only made it into the first room.

For the first couple minutes, you were only nervous due to the sounds and eerie absence of any other life.

That is, until someone who was much taller than both you and Idia jumped out and screamed loudly.

They were covered in what appeared to be fake blood and guts. The yell didn't get you to scream, but you did jump.

The smell was putrid, causing you to gag and pull Idia roughly.

"W-woah hold on Y/N-!" He didn't have much time to actually speak because another person had jumped out, causing you to shriek.

Everyone once in a while, you'd laugh instead of scream. For example, when you walked in a room and saw a person dressed in not only a fur suit, but also a maid dress over it.

For how sheepish Idia is, he only ever cursed or shrieked a couple times.

When you finally made it out, stumbling past the hanging curtain, you jumped in joy.

"That was awesome! We should go again!!"

Idia was sweating, trying to catch his breath.

"You-you were... screaming the whole ti-time.." He finally stood up, still slightly breathing heavy.

"Aw, but that's the fun part! I won't scream if I go another time 'cuz I'll know where all the scares are."

Although he was exhausted, Idia agreed to go through the haunted house with you again.

You still screamed throughout the maze, but this time you were screaming out of happiness, if that makes sense.

Because who doesn't love getting spooked while hanging on tight to your favourite person?

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alphi-writes · 4 years

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TTHANK YOU FOR FULFILLING MY REQUEST IT'S REALLY CUTE AND WHOLESOME IM CRYING IN HAPPINESS RN UEUEUEUE. And no, it's really fine if you're taking your time to write it! I know you have your own priority after all! THANK YOU FOR FULFILLING MY REQUEST ONCE AGAIN I LOVE IT HSHSHSBS

Aw, thank you! And I'm glad you like it ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ it took way longer than it was supposed to and I dont want to disappoint anyone (つω`｡)

Thank you again for your support! Remember to stay hydrated, and get some sunlight if you can🧡🧡

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alphi-writes · 4 years

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Thank you for ur answer earlier! It's crystal clear owo)👌 then, may i request jack jamil and kalim with dancing+bonfire? Thank you in advance! Have a good day/night and don't forget to stay hydrated! 🌸

Of course! (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡ I'm really sorry it took so long to get these posted, but I tried to make up for it by putting more effort into the writing. Make sure to get at least a bit of sunlight today if you can🧡

Characters: Jack, Jamil, Kalim

Items: Dancing, Bonfire

Jack Howl

Jack decided to join you tonight, since you invited him to the bonfire earlier in the day. It was almost seven thirty by the time you got the bonfire actually going, and you were beginning to think Jack wouldn't want to stay.

"Alrighty then, Jack-A-Boy, let's get to our late night gab session." You threw yourself into the chair sat next to Jack's, leaning over the edge expectantly.

His ears flattened, "Don't you have any activities planned? Usually you'd want to set off a fountain candle or two, and you didn't bring any snacks-"

You leaned over, tipping the chair on its side where the two left feet lifted above the ground. You pushed your index finger to his lips, shushing him.

"It is autumn, and we are going to be festive without fountain candles. This is what normal people do, Jackie, they sit and watch the fire- oh my gosh are we old people now?"

Honestly, Jack felt lost. Maybe he was overthinking things, but you didn't hang out one-on-one with him very often, and if you did, Grimm was always there. This time it was just the two of you.

You sat quietly for a few minutes, may ten, just enjoying the crackling heat in the cool of autumn. Every once in a while, you'd feel Jack's gaze on you, and finally, you caught him.

"Are you... nervous? Is the Jack Howl nervous to be alone out here with me? A magic-less human? HaH! I laugh in the face of your untimely jitters!" He watched as you laughed in your seat, a light heat washing over his face.

Of course he was nervous! He didn't show it often, but he really liked hanging out with you! He didn't want you to know that though because then he would lose his cool-guy bad-boy vibe.

He'd be reduced to a puppy dog if he let on that he enjoyed being around you. And not only that, but your personalities were vastly different.

Jack was ripped from his thoughts when you stood up and grabbed his hands in yours.

You pulled him from his seat and lead him closer to the fire.

"Come on, let's dance! I know this one dance that we did every year at the festivals back home." Jack tugged against you, albeit flustered from the contact.

"Uhm, no, I don't dance." His hand flew up to the back of his neck at his hairline, and you could see the embarrassment in his furrowed eyebrows.

You hummed quietly, nodding in understanding.

"Fine, I'll show you this dance tonight, and if you can't perform it perfectly byyy... tomorrow- I'll just have to find some collateral for payback." You were obviously joking, but he looked visibly distraught by your words.

You only dismissed his expression before starting your dance.

You weren't the smoothest at dancing, and you were stiffer than you should've been, but you knew this dance well.

Your movements were quick and deliberate, sweeping in directions like a gust of wind. Every so often, you'd catch a glimpse of Jack staring at you with large eyes.

His ears were straight up and his tail was wagging so quickly it was only a blur of grey.

You soon finished swaying around, pausing for a moment to catch your breath before grinning at Jack.

"Dancing is pretty cool, y'know, so I hope you'll dance with me some other time." You gazed down at Jack as he sat there quiet.

He didn't speak, and it caused your smile to falter.

"That was- wow, I've never seen anyone dance like that before." His face was burning and his tail had slowed to a wave.

Your smile returned. You laughed loudly, wiping the sweat from nerves and the heat off hour forehead.

"Phew, I thought you didn't like it for a moment there."

Jack jumped up, "No-!" He yelped, "it was great!"

His outburst startled you, and your eyes widened when his hands lightly grasped yours. He wasn't usually like this, and it made you chuckle.

"Could you teach me to dance like that?"

"Of course."

Jamil Viper

Jamil was suprised by the temperature of the air around your dorm.

"Is it usually this cold?"

"No," you threw a bundle of sticks on the formation of branches, "its autumn now so its beginning to cool down some. Its definitely colder than Scarabia though."

Jamil joined you tonight because you invited him to a good old fashioned autumn bonfire, which he's never been a part of.

You remember freaking out when he told you he'd never been to a bonfire before, and you knew that you'd have to invite him to on that exact night.

Sure you didn't plan on having one this night, but the absence of a bonfire in Jamil's memories just drove your determination.

"And it's just a large fire?"

"Yea, it's pretty cool. You'll see the appeal."

He nodded with his fist on his chin, scanning the surrounding area. He stood there awkwardly as you finally lit the brambles on fire, standing in front of the flames with your arms in the air.

"Hell yea, warmth."

You sat down on a fold-out chair you brought our earlier, patting the seat next to it for Jamil.

He sat down, staring at the fire. He was used to heat and fires like this one, but he'd never been in crisp air while a fire was going. It was a bit odd, but he liked the feeling of autumn. Maybe not more than the temperatures and winds of Scarabia or the Hot Sands, but he could see himself sitting here often.

"Oooh, Jamil, you dance, yes?"

He nodded, turning his head towards you.

When you met his eye, you began to think maybe you shouldn't ask him to dance. Your face began to tingle and you sunk in your chair.

"Why?"

You wrung your hands together, "ah, well, it's nothing, nevermind."

He sat quiet for a moment before standing up.

"I can dance for you, if that's what you want." He had a small smile on his face as he stood up and stretched his back muscles.

You panicked slightly, "No, you don't really have to Jamil-!"

"Do you not like my dancing?"

"Wh- no it's not that," you threw your hands up, "I just dont want you to feel like you have to dance for me."

He chuckled quietly at your panic.

"Its alright, I want to dance for you."

And he did.

He danced for what seemed like only a few moments, but was really about half an hour. Even in that time frame, he never once faltered, never once seemed tired or out of stamina.

He was so fluid, moving as if he were water in the wind. He was elegant, beautiful, gorgeous.

When he was finished, he swung to a stop, a large grin on his face. The largest smile you've ever seen him bare.

You were up in a second, glomping him in glee.

"Jamil, you were amazing! Oh my gosh, you were gorgeous!!" He chuckled while you peppered him with compliments.

When he brought his eyes back up to yours, his breathing hitched quietly.

The look in your eyes.

Not lust or hunger, not an emotion that was anything derogatory.

Just pure, utter, true love.

Your lips curved up and you chuckled quietly.

"Jeez, are you gorgeous." You whispered, gently bonking your head on his chest.

You felt his chest rise and fall steadily before his arms loosely wrapped around your back.

Kalim al Asim

"There you go, the last branch." You threw the last branch on and brushed the excess branch bits from your hands.

Kalim cheered happily, unfolding the chairs for the two of you.

Kalim was practically jumping in joy, "This is gonna be so fun!" He exclaimed.

You chuckled, "Yea."

He was always so exuberant and obnoxious, but it was just another part of his charms.

You were planning to have a bonfire by yourself, and when you mentioned it earlier today during lunch, Kalim jumped at the idea.

You couldn't just say 'nah you can't come to my bonfire in which I am the only attendee'. You weren't some monster.

So of course you invited him, and not begrudgingly, no, you were ecstatic to have him join you. He even helped build the bonfire.

"So you' ve never had a bonfire?"

"Not one like this!"

"What other kinds of bonfires are there..?"

You laughed it off, lighting the sticks ablaze.

"Burn baby, burn, said the pyromaniac!" You laughed as the flames grew.

Kalim grinned at you, moving closer to the fire to feel the heat.

"Its always hot in the Land of Hot Sands, so it's nice to feel heat while theres still the pinch of cold in the air."

It was quite relaxing. Although you liked the nip of cold, you loved the feeling of warmth just as much.

You weren't one for Scarabia heats, but a normal, balanced heat was the best for you.

Kalim swayed as he took in the heat, closing his eyes and grinning up at the night sky.

The way the light of the flames danced on his face made his dark skin light up with oranges and yellows. He looked so warm and peaceful. So happy.

When he opened his eyes and looked down at you, you averted your eyes quickly.

"I have a great idea! Lets dance!" He was already grabbing your hands before you could utter a word.

Now, before you even began to dance, you already knew Kalim was a solo dancer. Sure he would dance near others, but they were never dancing together.

He was attempting the common waltz, and although he was raised as royalty, you could tell that the fairy tale books weren't all factual.

Kalim often stepped on your feed, apologizing quickly. He bonked his head against yours a few times, and even accidentally tangled his leg with yours.

"Okay, let me lead, Kalim." You said through your laughter.

He nodded sheepishly, instead moving his hands to your shoulder and left hand. You intertwined your left hand with his, and rested your right on his waist.

You were close enough that your could feel his breath on your face.

"Okay, we'll start off slow so you can get the hang of the foot movements."

You looked down at his feet, motioning with your left foot for him to step backwards.

Your left foot went forward and his went back, then both of your right feet went outwards.

"This is the box step, the most basic form of waltz. Right foot forward."

You went around your imaginary boxes a few times before he actually began to understand the formation.

Left foot back, right foot out, right foot forward, left foot out. The dance was simple, and the box kept moving as you rotated around the bonfire in a circular motion.

He was a quick learner, and soon you found he could perform the steps without having to look at his feet.

"Y/N, I think I have a hang of it!"

You chuckled quietly, nodding, "I believe so!"

Although the box step wasn't usually performed around a bonfire, yours moved perfectly.

Now Kalim could go back to his dorm to tell Jamil about his partner dance.

"This is actually really fun." His voice had lowered to a whisper, and he was looking at you with a smile.

You smiled back, gently butting your forehead against his.

"Well yea, and it's simple too!"

The box step was a simple four-step rotation dance. Some would even call it boring if it drawled on for too long.

But the two if you continued on waltzing late into the night. You took this as time to share your thoughts and woes, held closely together, hands knitting to each other.

This was your time with Kalim. Just you, Kalim, and the autumn air.

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