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💀🎃👻This Is Halloween👻🎃💀

A/n: Sequel to Spooky Greetings

Overblot Bois and Skully x Fem Reader. SPOILERS FOR THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS event. Especially THE END.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN~! 🎃

The ups and downs of being in a place like Halloween Town was quite the experience.

Despite the detour you encountered.

Like being nabbed by Skully for witnessing him kidnapping his dear Skellington and holding you and Grim captive in a literal walking bathtub to Spiral Hill. Yet he was the nicest kidnapper there ever was.

“Please enjoy these and make yourself comfortable, my love.” Skully’s kiss on the lips made you too tongue tied to eat the snacks he left behind. Leaving Grim to eat them instead.

Thankfully it didn't take long for a rescue. As in Sebek, Jamil and Leona dueling Skully as the others came to your side, totally put off by how unharmed you are. Immediately gobsmacked as you ran to a blushing crying Skully having a meltdown over his own personal issues and hugging him out.

If his idol and you could console him on his limited views on this spooky holiday and forgive him so easily, then of course he'd start bawling for joy.

“There there you precious boi.” You're cooing as you hug him and brush his white locks, Skully’s wet face nuzzling your flushed neck, to the flabbergasted faces of his rivals for your affections. And in that moment he won.

Finally the time had come to throw the yearly spooky celebration.

Hearing all your fellow schoolmates singing a tune tickled the back of your brain at the familiarity of said song.

“Sweets for you, my greatest treat~” Riddle showed up in the walking tub with Lock, Shock and Barrel, handing you a pumpkin faced treat with a smooch to your cheek.

“Let me fill your dreams with frightful delight~” Leona purred in your flushed ear, embraced you from behind as he kissed the top of your head from above, with Zero the ghostly dog bopping you on the nose with his tiny glowing pumpkin one.

“Your screams are music to my ears~” Azul's octo strength made it that much easier for him to twirl you around in his arms, dancing across the town, pecking your forehead.

“I'll be there for my lady fair.” Jamil assured as your hair like his and Sally's blew from the chilly winds; the autumn leaves flying on by, as he dove in to smooch your nose.

“Ride with me in the dead of night.” Hugging Vil securely as he modeled with ease on the flying broomstick gave you quite the view, turning around a bit to leave his kiss on your other cheek.

“My heart screams for thee!” Idia presented a heart in a jar to you given to him by Dr Finkelstein made your own heart want to pop out in fear and yet it was oddly sweet, especially cause your zealous boi smooched your neck, possessively marking your neck.

“Our Halloween Queen.” Malleus easily swoops you atop the Mayor's car he was driving at the moment, carrying you bridal style, gifting you a full on kiss to your lips, smiling mischievously against your own.

“In this town we call home, everyone hail to the Pumpkin song.” Holding your gloved hand in his own, you and Skully waved along with everyone else as Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King, rose from the town fountain, pride emanating from him as everyone cheered at the finale.

Too bad you all forgot about it.

Until you were back at school, when Headmaster Crowley presented to you all a very rare portrait of a NRC alumni from centuries ago. Aka the King of Halloween that made such a holiday what it is today in all of Twisted Wonderland.

Despite no memories of the strapping young man, you all felt drawn to him and his influence, inspired to make this the best Halloween yet.

But while everyone else was getting pumped up by it, you were feeling odd. Like you were missing someone you had never met in the flesh and bone.

Seeing your admirers blushing red at your costume, appearing in a rag doll inspired couture dress with a ribbon collar to boot, it was time to begin Halloween Week.

And yet, for some reason, you felt eyes on you throughout the whole week. Tingly touches to your hands that felt like brushing kisses. Even on All Hallows Eve, the ghost-like press of the lips all over your face made you on edge during the float parade.

Running by the portrait in the midst of your anxious worried state. Those eyes following you unbeknownst to you all. With the moon full and the party still going strong in the distance, you felt drawn to the tombstones littered around Ramshackle Dorm. Instinct, another voice, your feet moving on their own will, call it whatever you will, for you moved to a particular worn-out grave. Atop a hill.

Watching the spectral form of the King of Halloween himself appear before you coming out of the grave, bowing graciously before you, as he offered his skeletal gloved hand out to you, his teary eyes and smitten smile unveiled to you, it all made a sudden wave of emotion hit you hard in the feels.

“Y/n, welcome back.”

While the mind was still fuzzy of your recollection due to the magic of the book, something else more primal awoke in you the moment your eyes locked onto his. Your feet moved before your mind could.

As physically as one could embrace a ghost, you still felt traces of warmth amiss the cold. You were surprised to feel physical arms hugging you in return. The bridge between the living and the spirits was blurred tonight so …

The longer you two stayed that way, the more the fog in your brain began to depart. The flash of your last moment together made you realize the reason for his choice of words.

“Skully.” You softly wept, clutching onto him tighter, when he cupped your face to kiss away the tears. His face, his mouth, they all feel so warm. “You're really here.”

“It's been far too long, my love.” He confessed.

That prolonged deep kiss began ebbing away the mist. Gently licking your bottom lip to get you to open. Smiling smugly as you returned it sincerely, humming at your hands running through his wispy hair. His phantom self became solid and lean, heart beating right up against your chest, his scent became more potent as they were the sweet and spicy of Autumn nature.

“I'm home.” He whispered against your luscious lips, nuzzling his nose to yours, smiling all lovesick at your giggling self.

The ghostly trio residents watched on with hearts in their eyes as you got lost in bliss, slowly dancing with the founder of their spooky dorm. Engaging in lip lock once more. Floating off the ground, basked in the stars of this special spooky night.

For you, his Queen, danced with him, your Pumpkin King.

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promise-feingold · 8 months ago

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“Look, I know I’m not what your dream partner would’ve looked like, but I think we could work.”

I think it would work with Sebek, Jamil and Jack. Also, I hope you're getting plenty of rest and eating well. 🙂‍↕️

Genre: Romance, Fluff Pairing: Twst x Reader Confession Prompt #1 Characters: Sebek, Jamil, and Jack

In the point of view of everyone else, you were two idiots with an obvious crush with each other.

But Jack worries, that you being a human from another world and all, would never look past the fact that he was a beastman.

And you, worry, that as a beastman he'd never look twice at you.

"I wasn't waiting for you." He says when you have just ended class a little later."Just happen to pass by the class room, going to the canteen."He adds, trailing behind you.

Then you get to the canteen, sitting from across each other. You open your lunchbox and the smell of freshly made sandwiches wafts in the air. You hand Jack one."I happen to have an extra, here you go."You say, handing him a sandwich with extra meat.

The other first years around you scoot a bit farther away.

Its always like that. Silent acts of affection.

He shields you from the sun when its hot, standing behind you, then you ask him to lean down and wipe the sweat on his face."Here's some water, we can share, if you don't mind. I only brought one."

You run together, early morning when everyone's asleep, and you lag behind. He keeps his pace steady, making sure you're right behind him, looking back every now and then. When you stumble, he stops to come to your aid."I told you, force it, you'll get injured."He says, hooking your legs under his arms to bring you to a nearby bench.

Vil ignores both of you, running farther in front not to disturb the atmosphere.

It's another one of those moments, when you two seem to be in your own world. You were adjusting him adjust his robes, as if it was the most natural thing to get him ready.

"Oh for sevens sake!" Ace threw his hand back, Jack and you look at him like he grew a second head."Just confess, damn it! "

That threw you both aback, jumping one step from each other and holding your arms up like you both got caught.

"You two, talk."He says, leaving the ramshackle dorm after dropping a bomb.

You and Jack look at each other, the tension thick enough to be cut by a knife.

"Y—"

"Jac—*

...

"No you first—"

"Go ahead—"

....

You both burst out laughing, the ridiculous situation making you both realize how stupid you two had been acting.

It's better to be honest at this point.

Once you take a deep breath, composing yourself, you reached out your hand."Look, I know I'm what your dream partner looked like, but I think we could work."There's a fire in your eyes, and he feels his spirit rise."Team?"

He didn't need to overthink it, because, in his visions, Jack can definitely see himself with you in the future.

He grinned, a blush coating his cheeks, he grabbed your hand and clasped his fingers around your own.

"Partners."

Jamil was satisfied with just burying all his feelings inside, to let it burn until it fizzled out.

But how could he, when he always finds himself drawn to you? Your relationship is that of give and take, but you've always given more, even if you don't realize it.

The way your eyes look at him adoringly when you think he isn't watching. The way you cheer for him the loudest during his games. And the way you say his name as if its a praise in on itself.

You trusted that he'd be more than what he is, but praised his present self all the same for trying.

But what he loved about you the most, is that despite your circumstances you fought back.

You were a magicless human, thrown into a different world, powerless but not helpless. You overcame the adversities that came in your way, and instead of feeling trapped, you lived your life carrying on, all the while wearing your hearts on your sleeves.

He wants to bask in your gentle light a little more, even if he thinks that he won't be anymore but just your upperclassman.

"Don't move, I'm almost finished."

He does your make up, skillful hands moving the brush expertly across your eyelids, your face so close to his, he could hear your beating heart."There, done."

You open your eyes, and the way you look at him makes him freeze.

It’s you who spoke first. “Do you think you might come to like me?”You ask, and he awakens from his daze, taking a step backward.”I like you very much." You say each syllable as if you tasted something sweet, your lips curling up as you gaze fondly at him.

For a moment, he did such a stupid thing as to look behind him, wondering if he's really the one you were showering with praise.

"I know I’m not what your dream partner would’ve looked like,” you stand up from the chair, walking towards him in slow steps.”But I think we could work.”

Blink. Blink.

Jamil is tongue-tied, overwhelmed to the point that his brain couldn't focus at anything but you.

“I’ll do my best.” You continue, approaching him until you're an arm’s length away.”I’ll have your back.”

Another step, and his breath hitched, but he didn't move.”So please, let me be by your side?”You brushed stray hair from his face, the back of your hand ghosting against his cheeks.

He didn't plan to confess. He never did. But like in the past, all his plans were ruined because of you.

And it made him feel better.

He always carried a lot on his shoulders, that when you removed the burden of confessing, taking your own initiative to reach him, he felt more assured that you were right.

Ofcourse, it’s not to say that he found loving you burdensome, but he realized that if you never confessed, he'd spend his life wallowing on the greatest mistake he would have ever made.

You could make it work.

Both of you can make it work.

He will profess his love to you every single day, to the point that you would never doubt his affections. Be it words, or deed, Jamil has always strived to do his best, so there would never entertain the thought that you and him were nothing less than meant to be each other’s support.

“I’ll stay by your side, as long as you stay by mine.”He closed his eyes, relaxing, and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes once again, it reflected only you. “Let’s take care of each other, y/n.””His lips curl, eyes staring deeply into yours to etch this moment in his memory.

“If you would have me, then…”Your eyes sparkled, beautiful, so full of life.”I’m all yours.”

Sebek has always been weak to the cold, but he would never admit it. Especially not in front of the human who caught his heart.

The weather was rainy and it was cold, he and the other first years came to your dorm to do an inter-class group project and somehow only the two of you were left to finish it. The Heartslabyul duo had duties to do back at their dorm, Epel and Jack had curfew (for different reasons) and Ortho needed to get back to the dorm before it rained.

And rained it did.

"Human, your dorm is positively destitute."He says once again, shivering on the sofa."No wonder you look sickly most of the time."

You ignored him, humming as you enter the lounge two mugs on your hand.

"I'll make sure to file a complaint with the head mage."He says, muttering a quick thank you when you hand him the hot cocoa."Yes, in fact, I will pen him a letter and hand it to him tomorrow. I'll ensure he solves this crisis!"

You sat next to him, and he didn't complain, used to your "clinginess" as he worded it. E/C eyes looked at the diorama of the Castle in Briar Valley, which he insisted should be the subject of your history project. Everyone complained at first, however in the end Sebek won, given that he also promised to do the most in the group project, and the others welcomed the prospect of less work on their part given the curfew.

The sound of the rain felt relaxing, and you soon found yourself leaning on his shoulder. Once again he didn't object."Achoo!" he sneezed, and you looked at him. "Excuse me." He says, a tinge of pink on his cheeks as he turns the other side, wiping his nose with a handkerchief in one hand."Thank you." He adds as you take the mug from his hand so he can clean himself up.

Once that all settled, you hand him the mug again, your fingers brushing slightly. His hands are cold."Do you like it?" You asked, watching him sip the drink

"Passable."He answers, watching you stand up from your seat to poke at the fireplace, adding wood. His shoulders move slightly as if missing the feeling of something leaning on it. " It doesn't hold a candle to what I usually serve, I shall bring some tea leaves next time, to add to your meager pantry, you better use them well."

"Thank you!" you says after finishing your work, but not returning to his side yet.

Green eyes watch you move, curious as why you didn't returnto his side soon--ehem...kept moving about.

"There we go!"A soft blanket wrapped around the larger student's shoulders, and before he can inquire you wrapped the other end around your own. Once again, against his better judgement, he didn't speak, letting the you cuddle beside him, your head against your shoulders.

The silence was relaxing, only the crackle of fire in the fireplace and the rain reverberated in the lounge.

You feel him lean his body against yours just a bit, and his free hand glided over your own."You're cold." He says, voice deadpan, however his ears turned a lovely shade of red.

"You,too." You intertwined your fingers.“Look, I know I’m not what your dream partner would’ve looked like, but I think we could work.”

He didn't reply, but his grip on your hand grew firmer and warmer.

"WELL!---!"Came his sudden loud reply, but then his voice turned soft, as if he was at lost for words for once."Well, let's converse about this tomorrow." He huddled closer." Know that I won't take your confession lightly." He squeezed your hand."So be prepared,y/n!"

Y/N...not human...

Your lips curled, and you returned the squeeze."But of course."

A/N: Here's a treat! The fluff was marinating in my drafts for a while, because I kept racking my brain on how to write the scenarios haha XD Jack and Jamil's part had to go through several revisions until I felt like the scenes felt natural as they unfolded. And Sebek was written after I was reminded that he was vulnerable to the cold. Hope you enjoyed it!

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