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#Strictly NRC Dancing
it-happened-one-fic · 9 months
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Square Dance - Just Where You Had Started - Strictly NRC Dancing
Author Notes: This is a dual purpose fic. I know I said the Vil dance fic was that last one, but I wasn't happy ending this AU without a conclusion fic. Secondly @pyroxeene, I hope you enjoy this dance fic! I cheated a little and combined square dancing with ceilidh dancing due to some research difficulty. I listed to "Kingdom Dance" from the Tangled OST by Alan Menken and was also heavily inspired by the Tangled dancing scene. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!
If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List
Type: Dance AU/ Female Reader/ Fluff/ Romantic
Word Count: 902
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It was the final dance for the series of classes that had been held at NRC. A sort of celebration, the headmaster had called it. But it hadn’t been solely his idea. In fact, it had been an idea put forth by Lilia.
The ancient fae had declared that a final dance, performed by the entire school, would serve as a final way of proving what they’d learned and of causing all the students to bond.
Despite some reservations, Lilia was the one who had put forth the idea, so Sebek would follow along. After all, Lilia knew best, and Malleus himself supported the idea.
The heir to the Briar Valley throne had actually quite liked the idea when Lilia had first mentioned it. Citing that it would be a good time to share a more faerie style of dance and for you, the Prefect who’d performed for each class, to simply enjoy themselves for the sake of a dance.
And that's how it had been decided. 
The closest thing the staff knew to the dances of the fae were what they called a ‘square dance.’ So that was what everyone learned. And when it came time for the grand performance, lots were drawn to see who the Prefect’s final partner would be.
Sebek had stared at the long straw in his hand in surprise before he looked up to see you smiling at him from where you stood between the two designated callers for the dance. Lilia and Sam.
Malleus himself was the one who cast the spell that gave the magical band life as students formed the interlocking circles of partners. 
Your hand slipped snugly into his, and Sebek found himself glancing your way in a surprisingly nervous fashion.
He’d done such dances before, numerous times even, back in the Briar Valley. Lilia had insisted that he and Silver both learn them, as they were supposedly one of the greatest delights of the people who did not live as part of the Briar Valley Court.
According to him, these dances were a way to get daringly close to the object of one’s affections without ever ruining one's propriety. And at the time, Sebek had thought it was ridiculous.
But Sebek found that as the strings of the magic-led band began to fill the air, he no longer found it quite so silly.
In fact, as the music set a speedy tempo and Sam loudly announced the first steps, “Circle left and away we go,” Sebek found that he was oddly pleased that he was the one who got to be your partner.
And so the two of you whirled through the rings of people. Separating and returning to each other as if drawn by some sort of magnetic force, even though in reality you were just following the instructions that were being called out to all of the dancers.
Each time you were apart, Sebek would find his gaze dragging itself back to where you were. Laughing alongside the other dancers, you quite literally kicked your heels up and into the air as you locked arms with Ace so you could get spun into your next position.
There was a frenzied joy that seemed to fill the previously moody crowd as everyone spun through circles within circles of other dancers. Humans, fae, and beastmen alike were all laughing as they clapped along to the beat of the song and spun together.
Steps were missed, and the performance was anything but perfectly executed, but no one cared. It was as if, in this singular moment, all that mattered was the joy of being alive and with others.
People had long since forgotten who their original partner was and now whirled about with whomever they found themselves paired with. You and Sebek had nearly met back up numerous times to rejoin as partners again, but each time you were caught hold of by someone else and pulled away.
But the dance was still, somehow not chaotic. 
By now, even the staff members and callers of the dance were laughing. What had been a carefully orchestrated showing of what the student body had learned throughout their classes had become a joyful celebration of some unknown feeling.
Students followed the steps they’d learned during the square dance classes and followed the calls that Lilia gave as he took over for the amused but lost-looking Sam. This was no longer the square dance that the humans had described. This was a dance of the faeries, where one only followed the feelings in their heart and the beat of the music.
And through it all, Sebek still found himself seeking you out amid the laughter-filled throng of people. And there you were, spinning and laughing with your arms locked with Malleus’s until you spun away. Reentering the inner circle to dance on your own until you carefully made your way back out, ready to meet up with a new partner.
And it was there that Sebek finally caught you, half-breathless, as your hands found his, and you stopped as both the music and the performance abruptly ended. 
You laughed, half out of breath, as you looked at him with sparkling eyes, and Sebek understood what Lilia had meant by the dance strengthening the bond between fae and humans, just as he now knew why such a dance was popular with couples.
Because even though the performance was over, you had miraculously, or perhaps inevitably, ended up back in Sebek’s hold. Just where you’d started.
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bajistadiamond · 1 year
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Yuu and the Magical Power of Songs
Yuu Singer, Pomefiore (Rainbow Connection)
Yuu didn't know how to feel about the VDC/SDC result.
His friends had worked hard during practice, Epel greatly overcame his problems with Vil and managed to bring back the Pomefiore prefect after his OverBlot. Yuu believed that they would win.
But no, he had to win the Royal Sword Academy and ruin the happiness of the boys.
He had nothing against the RSA; he only knew a handful of that school, and he could only tell that his opinion of them was neutral.
The white-haired young man wished he could have participated, but the rules of the event prohibited any being with "the voice of the gods" from participating.
Schoenheit even told him that it was a shame he wasn't a member of the group as a singer, but he understood that the rule made the contest fairer.
Fortunately for Yuu, Crowley told him to do a solo show to close out the VDC/SDC.
Yuu agreed at that moment, he already had better control of his power and was excited to show it on TV…. Although he was regretting it a bit now, he was very nervous.
"Roi des chanteurs, what is the nervousness?". Rook asked Yuu. "Your gift for singing is exceptionnel." Said the hunter in a breath. "Rook is right! You have an incredible voice." Kalim exclaimed, Jamil next to him assented to that statement. "It's true Yuu. I really don't understand this silly fear, you've already sung in front of several people. Relax silly~". Said Ace with a somewhat mocking expression. Deuce hit him on the back of the neck. "Ace, don't tease." "Nya… the guys are right witty, trust your magic." Grimm told him.
Yuu smiled a little. "It's not that I don't trust my gift, the problem is that…" Yuu didn't even know what the problem was. Vil on the other hand did know. "Yuu, look at me." Yuu looked at the undisputed king of the beauty dorm. "You have a unique gift in singing and dancing, and I can tell you with complete sincerity that you are someone I aspire to be." He finished saying Schoenheit with a smile.
Everyone was shocked by that statement. Vil knew that reaction would occur, but he wasn't lying; Yuu would be the only one he would look up to and admit he was envious of him.
"Don't cry, you'll ruin the makeup." I scolded Vile at Yuu seeing the tears in his eyes. Yuu nodded determinedly. "Thank you, thank you everyone."
Everyone hugged Yuu; the young prefect couldn't feel happier. "Break yourself a leg buddy." Epel said.
That's when he decided that he would show the RSA what he was made of.
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The NRC students were upset and saddened by the result. It seemed like either the universe hated them or the institution was cursed because they never won against the RSA.
Meanwhile the RSA students present were happy, they won. Some thought their rivals deserved to win and others felt smug to be able to rub their rivals in the face with another victory.
Everyone in the arena had their opinions, but they had to admit that it was a very close VDC/SDC. As they were about to leave to enjoy the tents set up on campus, Dire Crowley took the stage.
"Good afternoon everyone". He greeted the director of NRC. This confused many because they thought the event was over. The cameramen began filming again assuming that something juicy was coming due to the rivalry between the RSA and NRC. "This year's VDC has been unique in my opinion, but I feel like it's missing something to make it great and worth remembering." Dire was enjoying everyone's confusion. Yuu's performance had been a matter that had been discussed with the educational board and the event organizers to be kept strictly secret until the public chose the winner of the VDC. "I have the pleasure and honor to present to you a young man with a gift few possess… the voice of the gods." The public was shocked. Those of the RSA even more so, those who possessed the "voice of the gods" were usually invited to join their institution. There has never been one to sign up with the NRC until now. "Give a big round of applause to Yuu Ross!" Dire exclaimed before disappearing from the stage with a snap of her fingers. He appeared behind Yuu before he went to the stage. "Show them the greatness of Night Raven College." Yuu winked and left…
The audience erupted in applause when they saw a young man with dark skin, white hair and green eyes; He wore a black shirt under a turquoise floral-patterned vest, tight black pants, turquoise thick-heeled boots, and a gold crown with gem-studded flowers. In his hand was a wooden banjo.
Yuu put his nervousness aside, everything would be fine. He glanced at Malleus, who was watching him closely. He had to talk after this because of the revelations from a few hours ago, but nothing that changed their friendship. Malleus looked visibly more relaxed when Yuu sent him a smile; there were no recons.
Yuu took a deep breath and began to play the banjo…
~Why are there so many songs about rainbows~ ~And what's on the other side?~ ~Rainbows are visions, but only illusions~ ~And rainbows have nothing to hide~
The magic worked almost instantly; the stage floor was transformed into a beautiful green grass filled with wildflowers, the pillars were filled with vines and white roses, and the screens flickered with static until they showed videos of crystal clear lakes. At the Royal Sword Academy they were speechless when they saw a fairy tale prince who was somehow from NRC and not theirs… a feeling they didn't know began to fill the hearts of the most pampered and pretentious.
Yuu looked at Vil, who was watching with the other team members to the side of the stage. With a wave of his hand, he told him to come closer; Vil looked at him and could only see a phrase engraved in those green eyes. "It's time for you to go all the way, like one of the heroes." Pomefiore's guardian walked slowly as he followed Yuu's chant.
~So we've been told, and some choose to believe it~ Vile sang.
~I know they're wrong, wait and see~ Yuu sang to him.
The Ramshackle and Pomefiore prefects looked at each other, ready to show that even if they lost the VDC they would not surrender to anything and anyone.
~Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection~ ~The lovers, the dreamers, and me~
Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Epel and Rook smiled knowingly before going to the stage. Jamil wasn't so sure until he felt a push on his foot. It was Grim. "Go silly!" He growled at the little monster. Jamil snorted before following the others with a smile. For the first time in its history, the NRC felt peace, the grudge against their rival school forgotten as they listened to a song so unique that it reminded them that they had not reached the end of the road yet.
~Who said that every wish would be heard and answered~ ~When wished on the morning star? ~ ~Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it~ ~Look what it's done so far~
Cater couldn't resist the urge and without anyone noticing he ran to the stage, he was going to give a touch with his guitar. Lilia also had the same idea, but he would go a little later and felt that it was not yet the time to include the sound of the drums.
~What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing~ ~And what do we think we might see? ~ ~Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection~ ~The lovers, the dreamers, and me~
Ambrose 63 was speechless. He never thought he would live to see the NRC students unite, putting aside the differences between his dormitories.
~All of us under its spell~ ~We know that it's probably magic~
"Your friend is certainly unique." He told Che'nya to Trey and Riddle. They nodded before beginning to clap to the rhythm of the song. Leona, who was somehow holding back tears, couldn't help but hug Ruggie around him shoulders. The hyena beastman returned the hug, also holding back tears. Jack for the first time didn't care that they saw his feelings and he shed tears at the moving meaning of the song.
Yuu's magic caused all of the NRC students to start chanting. They were aware of this and didn't care.
~Have you been half asleep, and have you heard voices? ~ ~I've heard them calling my name~
Neige was touched. He had the idea that his group and the NRC group would sing together to show unity, but this surprise performance was a thousand times better. "After so many years, you're finally you again." He thought seeing Vil so relaxed and carefree; He met that Vil, at an autograph signing and it was that meeting that motivated him to enter the world of acting. Although when the black haired one achieved his goal, the Vil he knew was gone. And now he was back. "Thank you Yuu-kun." He whispered before hugging his friends.
The most empathetic of the RSA smiled in amazement to see the NRC sing in perfect harmony thanks to Yuu's magical gift. "Maybe this was what they needed to make them better." Neige's fellow dwarves thought.
~Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors? ~ ~The voice might be one and the same~
Cater arrived backstage a bit shaken, but ready for the song's climax. When Lilia felt Cater's presence behind the scenes, he looked at Malleus and seeing him happy with the show, he disappeared from her seat. Silver looked at the empty place of the old one of him-that is, Lilia, she raised an eyebrow in confusion.
~I've heard it too many times to ignore it~
When Lilia suddenly appeared sitting on the drum kit, Cater's heart nearly stopped in shock. "Wh-what." "fufufu~ No time, ready?" the fae asked his friend. Cater smiled with his acoustic guitar ready. "Always". And they started playing to Yuu's delight.
~It's something that I'm supposed to be~
Dire Crowley couldn't be more proud of his students. Yuu had achieved something that in his years as an educator he had not been able to do … unite all of Night Raven College and give them the strength not to give up.
~Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection~~The lovers, the dreamers, and me~
A beautiful rainbow formed over the arch of the stage and the sky turned various shades of orange and red, making for a perfect sunset.
~ La-da-da-de-da-da-do ~ ~ La-da-da-da-da-de-da-do ~
The audience gave a standing ovation and applauded for such a fantastic end to the event. The NRC in its entirety, from students and teachers were made a sea of tears, even the most sullen. From his room, Idia Shroud hugged his little brother. "It was a nice song right nii-san." "Yes Ortho, yes it was." He said her feeling happiness and sadness for the song.
Vil looked at Yuu and when Yuu felt his gaze, he looked straight into his eyes. "Thank you, fellow prefect." Yuu smiled. "You're welcome Schoenheit-senpai." Yuu looked back at the audience. "Thank you all! It only remains for me to say, congratulations to the Royal Sword Academy." He said nodding to Neige. "As for the NRC…" he paused dramatically. "Remember there is still a long way to go, a round of applause to our representatives in this edition of the VDC for such a great effort." NRC students delivered; those in the group held hands and bowed to the audience.
The overbearing and pampered of the RSA finally realized what they felt… envy and fear. Envy because they had such an incredible person and fear because it seemed that said person held them together to the point that they could achieve anything, maybe beat them in their next competition...
In a small bar near the borders of Shaftlands, a old man was shocked by what he saw on television. The old man was fair-skinned, with violet-almost black iris eyes, black hair with gray almost hidden by a wool cap and wearing thick clothing due to the cold of the region. "Friend?". Asked a bartender behind the bar. "Y-yes? Sorry I was surprised by the show." The old man said, feigning emotion. "I imagine, Night Raven College really outdid itself." The waitress said before handing the man a bag. "That's 15 thaumarks/madols." The old man looked into the waitress's eyes and using his unique magic made her believe that she had already paid her. "Thanks for the food dear." The old man said before leaving. The waitress nodded a bit dazedly. The man walked along a path in the woods while he was thinking.
"Damn Nabila, and I thought you had died without giving birth." Thought the old man. Yuu Ross was the spitting image of the woman he married and lost his kingdom to. "So… Yuu, interesting name for my descendant." He whispered with a mischievous smile. "He will be mine and with his gift, my kingdom will rise again". In his hand, green magic sizzled in his hands. "Speciosus, formosus, praeclarus!". The instant he recited the incantation, his appearance changed. He was now a young man of 16, thin, with effeminate facial features and vibrant ebony hair. "It's time to go back to school." He said with a mischievous chuckle.
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cvlutos · 10 months
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♰ 2.5K FOLLOWERS EVENT♰
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Dearest Beauty,
You have dedicated much of your time and resources to the NRC Host Club, and we sincerely thank you. Having none so very dedicated. So as a gift to you, we have compiled a list of instructions for one to follow, so that you may have your very own dream date with the one of your choosing. Now, time is ticking, so you have from June 12th to June 17th, a grand total of five days to have all in order and design your dream date. I simply can't wait to finally see you, and I am quite eager to see who you pick.
— President of the NRC Host Club
VIL SCHOENHEIT
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INSTRUCTIONS:
☐ Tell Us About Yourself.
➻Name, Personality, Appearance, Hobbies, any and all that should describe you.
➻ Share your favorite flowers, your favorite desserts and treats, your favorite teas, remember this day is all about you.
☐ Select Your Favorite Host.
➻ HOST SELECTION
➻ If you so desire, select two, but no more than three.
☐ Describe Your Dream Date.
➻ Is it a Picnic in the Sun, A day lazy in a Breezy Garden, Swimming in the Sea, Attending an Orderly Party, Having a cup of steaming tea, or Ballroom Dancing?
☐ Describe The Theme.
➻ Is it fancy and elegant, fun and cozy, upbeat and loud, jazzy and poetic. ➻ Tell us if you wish it to be more romantic or platonic.
☐ Wait Patiently.
➻ There is a quite extensive list of those young and eager, but time will be made for you.
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Thank you truly from the bottom of my heart for 2.5K Followers! Honestly, it truly has been a ride with this blog and a lot of ups and downs, but this is honestly a turning point!! I am just so excited for what's in store. Thank you for all the comments and asks, for all the fun stories and art y'all share, cause I truly cherish them. Thank you for being so understanding and so patient with me, while I get it together! I'm just so grateful!!
— From the Earl of the Manor
Ciel
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HOST DATES:
To be Planned
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merakiui · 1 year
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Your tags talking about being alone in the woods with jade made me think of this one thought I had bouncing around in my brain for a while. The thought of being alone with jade at night at the campsite you both put together, sitting by the campfire while drinking something he "borrowed" from the lounge stocks and getting buzzed from it. The innocent touches (which were really just him using the opportunity to getting ever so closer to you) slowly turn into him fucking you into the dirt while you're on your hands and knees.
Sorry if my utter depravity for the eel man bothered you. Your tags made me think of it and I had to let it out.
Omg yes... this is the dream. OTL getting drunk in the forest with Jade and then getting railed into the ground. <3
Imagine if the two of you aren't even that close to begin with. You're only staying in the forest to gather materials because you're partners for a project in Professor Crewel's class. But when Jade reveals a bottle of some pretty-looking liquid and tells you it's come right from the lounge's secret stocks, you have trouble denying him. Jade's good at making the worst ideas sound so pleasant, which is exactly how the two of you end up buzzed and whisper-giggling about the silliest of things around a crackling bonfire.
Alcohol always makes strangers seem so much more attractive, and the amber glow from the dancing flames highlights Jade's handsome features so nicely. You realize he's much closer than he was before, his shoulder practically touching yours as he leans in. Under normal circumstances, Jade would never be this intimate with someone he hardly knows, let alone the human Azul's tasked him with gathering information on (it's strictly business, or so he'll lie). But he can blame the alcohol for that come morning when the sun's risen and the fire is but mere ash and still-warm embers.
It's only natural that teasing, experimental touches will snowball into something more deliberate when inebriation guides you closer to lustful attraction. Wandering hands, fleeting smooches, the shedding of pesky clothes... You'll be on your knees before you know it, with your face pressed into your arms to muffle your moans, while Jade's pounding sloppily into you from behind, his hands gripping your hips so roughly his fingertips leave crescent-shaped indents in your skin. You'll spend a good portion of the night fucking in all sorts of positions, and come morning you'll wake in the tent, curled into each other like two perfect puzzle pieces.
There's a heavy silence that thickens in the air when both of you realize your proximity and slowly detach yourselves. You gather your clothes in awkward silence, dressing as quickly as possible alongside Jade. He tells you he's content with never speaking of what occurred if you are, and you agree immediately. What happens in the forest stays in the forest. You make this truce with a mouth full of granola and a mounting sense of embarrassment.
After taking the tent down, packing your supplies, and cleaning your area, you set off for NRC. Jade spies the bruising bite mark on your neck, just slightly higher than the collar of your shirt and completely visible to anyone who might be looking. He can't help the amused smirk that crawls onto his face. That'll be there for the rest of the week.
And so will your image in his mind, apparently.
#meraki thirsts#n/sfw#hi hello i am once again simping for jade leech#i think he would be a cute drunk hehe#maybe he's more expressive when he's drunk#the type to freely admit all of his deep innermost thoughts that he usually keeps sealed behind a polite smile#you get jade drunk and you will hear unfiltered honesty#and probably some breeding kink#he has the filthiest thoughts bouncing around in that brain of his#he sees you tipsy and thinks you look so breedable#it's the eel instincts <3#conversely i think floyd would become sleepy and maybe even a little reserved or more easily irritated#he gets really energetic but is just as quick to crash and become so tired#azul is far more emotional very clingy cries when you tell him that's enough alcohol#probably shameless as well#the type to give you the dreamiest look while admitting all sorts of truths#no veiled sentiments or backhanded compliments#just real true genuine tako#also breeding kink LOL jade and floyd are dragging him back to his room#and he's throwing a tantrum over how he'll never get to give you any babies#because he's being 'taken away from you forever' (dramatic tako)#azul wants to experience the eager anticipation that is waiting for his babies to come swimming home#to you and him after they hatch T_T he wants a sugary happily ever after under the sea#also the type to ask the next morning 'did i do or say anything strange?'#jade and floyd are like 'lol do you *really* want the receipts from that night?'#knowing the twins they likely have all of it on video#azul is mortified </3 his babygirl-ness really shows through when he's drunk
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~| Land of Shards AU Preview! |~
In this post, I’ll be going through all of the student characters and providing material for viewers of this AU to get excited about. Unfortunately, I don’t currently have much history/plot for the NRC or RSA staff just yet, nor do I have anything for the dwarves or Prince Rielle, but I’m working on it still.
This AU is still a work in progress. As a refresher for those who saw my previous post about it, and a bit of information for those who didn’t, this AU is set in a dark fantasy version of Twisted Wonderland. There are very few humans, very few beastkins other than werewolves, and technology is very limited.
This AU is the combined efforts of myself and my friend RinRin, but was inspired by a oneshot piece I read a few months ago involving the Pomefiore trio as the heads of a vampire clan. More information will be provided when I release the final draft. But for now, I hope this is enough.
As a headnote, this list of character pieces is not strictly for simps or kinnies. It is for all who are interested in this AU. If you don’t simp for or kin any of these characters, then the neutrality of each blip of information should still be entertaining for you. If anybody has any questions, please, feel free to ask me about them, and I’ll do my best to answer without giving too much away.
With that out of the way, let’s begin!
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Riddle: Has one too many screws loose and kicked the asses of his abusers. Lives on the coast and has a deep hatred of Azul. Keeps his palace looking very pretty.
Trey: Is the voice of reason, but still manages to be oddly off putting. Royal baker, but also Riddle’s most trusted advisor. Does not have his glasses.
Cater: Enjoys taking on the shapes of other people and creatures, and sometimes even objects, as a means of winning hide and seek bets.
Ace: Knows how to paint and regularly redoes the paint jobs on Riddle’s fine china.
Deuce: Actually fights with a spade and tends to take on the form of a crow or raven in the warmer months and a snowy owl in the colder ones.
Leona: Finally got his wish to be king, but rules over nothing but a crumbling wasteland.
Ruggie: Gets a serious kick out of terrifying visitors from other nations and clans. Chenya taught him that.
Chenya: Is actually aligned with Leona and Ruggie and is, as far as we know, the last housecat beastman in the entire world. Close friends with Ruggie.
Azul: Owns a seedy underwater nightclub, or the fantasy equivalent to it. More often than not gets his contracts and henchmen through use of a siren’s song. Like Trey, does not have his glasses
Jade: As close to normality as there is in the ocean. Azul’s right hand.
Floyd: Handles the allure of the nightclub to draw people in. Acts as a bouncer when working, more out of enjoyment than anything.
Kalim: Still just as soft and kind as ever. Doesn’t recall any of his history beyond a desert and a lot of fire.
Jamil: One of the lower ranks in the werewolf pack, but very feisty. Can still cook and has a love of wild berries.
Jack: Alpha of the pack, and that’s the biologically accurate Alpha. As in, just a really good mom. Cares for the pack and would die for them.
Najima + Jacks little siblings: Also members of the pack. Najima still gets a kick out of messing with Jamil and Jack’s little brother and sister, Julian and Jill, intensely admire their older brother and want to be just like him, even if he’s a hardass sometimes.
Vil: Pureblood vampire king. Has large, batlike wings and owns a hand mirror attached to a chain that allows him to see anybody he knows without them seeing him.
Rook: Was once a vampire hunter. Is still in contact with his family in order to find and slaughter corrupted vampires.
Epel: Still as feisty as ever. Possesses the ability to drain somebody of their energy through dancing with them.
Neige: Is far smarter than he appears. Wishes to bring monsters and the few remaining humans together through the arts and has domain over half of Sage Island.
Idia: Is a duke living near an opening to the Underworld. Married and bound to his wife for eternity, but does not love her and only married her for the sake of his brother. Nicknamed, “The Shut-In King.”
Ortho: Is a mechanical robot powered by steam, clocks and a bit of magic. His flaming heart can be seen inside a crystal orb in a bronze cage inside his chest. Enjoys playing with the forest animals near the estate. Nicknamed, “The Prince of Angels.”
Malleus: King of his homeland and rules with an iron fist. Has a tattoo of his family crest on his back and wears a circlet made of tungsten and snowflake obsidian. Has a slightly unnerving neutral smile.
Lilia: Acts as the guardian and trainer of Malleus, Sebek and Silver. Knows his way around all types of weapons and is not above violent interrogation methods.
Sebek: Malleus’ most trusted knight and possibly his ward. Has a one sided rivalry with the king that he refuses to speak about.
Silver: Officially has, ‘Vanrouge,’ as his surname. One of the few humans left. Senses are so sharp that even the slightest sound will wake him and he’ll already have his dagger drawn before you can blink.
Grim: Likes to consider himself the pirate king, but really wouldn’t have gotten this far without his first and second mates. Is still extremely angry and adorable.
Yuu: Grim’s first mate and is often left to clean up his messes by themself. Has extremely tired eyes and a bored sounding voice. Female presenting, but is nonbinary.
Yuuken: Is a different person from Yuu. Grim’s declared second mate and often handles piloting the ship. Close friends with Yuu. Male presenting, but is also nonbinary.
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I hope this was worth the wait from when I said I’d post it. I know it isn’t much, but I’m partway done with the draft and am working to make it as pretty and aesthetically pleasing as I can, which isn’t easy given my blindness.
Once the AU is posted is when I’ll get to work on writing the X Readers I promised. Until then, I really do hope this feeds your curiosity. Thank you for reading <3
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jasmariswonderland · 2 years
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Vidaria’s VDC Dress Story+Voice Lines
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Accompanying vignette coming soon! 
Summoned: “I can’t wait for you to see the fruits of my effort! I promise you will love every moment of it!” 
Groovy: “This lovely dress, the infectious music, I can’t describe what I’m feeling but I hope it never goes way!”
Set Home: “This is very different, but a good kind if different.”
Home Idle 1: “My dancing is still not the best but I’m a fast learner. Thankfully Danica was able to tailor our performance to highlight our strengths and downplay our weaknesses. My strength is my voice.”
Home Idle 2: “Somehow I gravitate towards this kind of look more so than our old look. Perhaps that’s because I’m so used to wearing dark clothing as a member of the Draconia court.”
Home Idle 3: “Lilia-san was reluctant to let me do the training camp without any attendants or guards with me. Honestly I liked being on my own for a while, almost like a normal girl.” 
Home Login: “What do you think? Don’t I make a lovely black swan?” 
Home Idle Groovy: “Farron is incredible for creating this outfit. Not just for me but for each girl on our team and on such short notice! Isn’t that amazing?”
Home Tap 1: “Danica’s final solo almost had me in tears. Her voice is captivating and if I didn’t know better, I would wonder if she was a siren.” 
Home Tap 2: “There are a bunch of fae on the opposing teams from my country. Two of them bowed to me when I was passing by. Heh, I wonder if we can count on their votes in our favor?”
Home Tap 3: “As demanding as he was, I really respect Vil-san and the effort he put forth directing the NRC Tribe. I hope to the Great Seven that his effort shall be realized.” 
Home Tap 4: “I am in awe at Iman’s talent on the dance floor. Especially when she swings her hair when she moves, ah, it makes my heart race!” 
Home Tap 5: “Hmmm, I wonder…oh, nevermind. I was thinking about what he’ll think of our performance, and this outfit. N…no, I’m not talking about Malleus.” 
Home Tap Groovy: “Strictly between you and I, but I’m glad Sidonie was pulled off the team. Her voice was lovely but her attitude not so much.”
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scarabiaa · 1 year
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5 and 18 for ivy, 3 and 10 for ignis and 11 and 16 for onyx? :D
LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
how does your oc feel about their new outfit? do they like it? do they feel uncomfortable in it?
Ivy: She doesn’t hate it necessarily. She’s always wanted a pretty dress. However, it doesn't mean that she's not messing with it the whole time. Come on, she's not doing this to impress anyone, why couldn't she get a cape with this at least?! Oh. Oh, wait. She stops fiddling with her dress immediately after meeting Rollo and seeing his assistant.
how does your oc feel after everything that happened? do they cry? are they mad at rollo? do they want to go home as soon as they can or they want to stop this madness even if it takes some time?
Ivy: She just wants to go to sleep, to be honest. Ivy is not the type of person to want to process her emotions after something big. She wants to go home and work. She buries her feelings in her work and interacting with other people. In her mind, she's thinking, "Why should I try to stop this madness when he's the one that started all of this?" She isn't mad at him but she will be if she's forced to clean up his mess. Ivy doesn't believe in sitting down to analyze one's emotions and sort through them, she thinks that it's a waste of time when she could be doing literally anything else. (Probably texts Vil and says, "LMAOOOOOOOOO GUESS WHO ALMOST GOT KILLED so if I die, whatever you do, find me a husband and tell him I loved him!!!!")
what does your oc think about rollo? what was their first thought when they saw him? do they trust him?
Ignis: The first thing he thinks is, “What did Iris tell me when she was telling me goodbye?” And the thing she said was not to trust the new people (well, she said it with a lot of curse words in between). Therefore, he does not trust him. He looks at his bangs and he’s horrified, he genuinely wants to ask who cut them. He thinks Rollo needs some sleep or at least something to lighten up.
what are they most excited about? is it the festival, the food, new places to explore, meeting new people, maybe they can't wait to dance with a particular character?
Ignis: He cooks. He will eat. And he gets to spend time with Colette! They never spend time together, now that he thinks about it, so this is a great opportunity for both of them to hang out. He doesn't really dance with anyone, to be honest, because Medi's not there and he's going >:(, and in his mind, he's literally saying, "I should've dragged her here." But he does dance with Colette (and tells Titus on the phone: "BRO, THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC, I SWEAR ON MY COLLECTION OF ROCKS WITH GOOGLY EYES--" "Ignis, it is past 9 pm. I am asleep. Just make sure she doesn't run off, she tends to do that a lot."
do they actually want to learn more about the city of flowers or they just think of this as a fun school trip? are they serious about it or they just want to chill?
Onyx: He’s chilling! Of course, there is no chill with NRC but he’s doing his best. Also, he gets to see Val again so that’s always fun. He literally has a database in his head that could tell him everything he wants to know about the city of flowers but he ignores it deliberately. The only thing he does do is go around to taste the bread. The bread better make him want more or he'll think that this trip is a waste of time. Bring the beat in? Nah, more like bring the bread in.
do they try to help everyone else or they go "every man for himself" and care about their own well-being the most?
Onyx: Ah well, call him selfish but he’s only helping out specific people because fire terrifies him. It reminds him of too many bad memories but part of him is yelling to help out, especially since Valkyrie is the most at risk. He still remembers what Val did for him and he feels as though he owes part of his life to her. Who would he be if he didn't help her when she's literally on the verge of dying? He doesn't worry about anyone else, they can all save themselves but this is the first time he's since Val in a long time and she's going to die? He will save her, although he'll be terrified the whole time.
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thesunshinebunny · 3 years
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Hello! I've seen two asks with the first reaction of a Fem!Reader dancing in an erotic/sexy way. (One with the dorm heads and one with the vice dorm heads-)
So I thought I could ask the same thing, but with Cater, Jack, Floyd, Epel, Sebek and Silver. It's okay if it's breaking the rules or you're not comfortable with writing it! But thanks in advance anyways! Stay peachy!! ^^
I never thought I'd end up making a whole series of requests for this style, and to think that the dorm heads was my first order for Twst, what a great start.
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As always, all characters are +18 Enjoyyyyyy
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Cater
Montero – Lil Nas X
I imagine Cater as a person who follows trends and is aware of the new music that comes out every single day, so I don't think it is weird to find him listening to the new of Lil Nas x (hiding it from Riddle obviously, knowing him that kind of songs would be strictly prohibited in the halls of Heartslabyul)
But as smart as Cater could get with social media and internet fashions, he didn't notice how you had gotten into music so much that you were mentally creating a choreography.
One specifically for him.
So, when you asked him to spend some private time in the comfort of his bedroom, he didn't expect at all that you would sit him in the middle of his bed just passing the threshold.
For a moment he thought you were going to give him a massage or a handjob, but when you told him to wait patiently, that you were going to change, his impure thoughts were dispelled, thinking that you were going to get more comfortable to snuggle with him.
How wrong he was. It was seeing you come out of the bathroom with a hoodie (that warm and purposeful had nothing), which barely covered your sports bra and shorts, half covering your butt, when all unseemly thoughts returned to his mind.
He stretched out his hands to pull you to him, but you stayed in place, saying you had another surprise.
Cater automatically took out his cell phone to record and take some occasionals photos.
Watching you dance so freely, doing a private show and personally for him made his heart race to a thousand an hour. Even his pants were starting to tighten.
It was seeing your ass and automatically biting his lips. In his mind he was wanting to place each palm on each of your cheeks and squeeze them as he held you against him, preventing you from moving, and his cock buried well deep inside you.
"Are you happy to see me?" your question brought him out of his reverie, realizing that your choreography was over.
He put the cell phone aside and pounced on you, wrapping his arms around you, capturing your lips and throwing you on the bed. Perhaps, among all the ruffle, he put his phone in recording mode and captured ... the entire subsequent session.
Don't worry, Cater would never divulge a video like that and if you want it delete it, he will do it immediately. If not, he will keep it in a folder with a password.
Jack
Solo – Demi Lovato
Jack tried multiple times to convince you to go train with him around the Savannaclaw arena, but each time you refused, stating that you liked being more in the comfort of the bed, covered up to your head, rather than get up at five in the morning to run.
He didn’t take it the wrong way, the way he trained was not for everyone, but he did advise you not to stay still and fall into a sedentary lifestyle, claiming that it would be harmful to your health.
Therefore, you decided to start training on your own, with your own time and doing a little of what you liked most; because remember: to be able to dance like divine goddesses, you need to train ... and a lot.
While he went out for a run, you stayed asleep, when classes ended it was your turn to train.
One day classes ended quite early in your case, allowing you to go to Jack's room to rest and wait for him; But the minutes grew long and what seemed like an hour of waiting turned into two.
So… loud music, more comfortable clothes and practice.
And what does Jack like more than training? See you give your best while doing what you like.
Finding you in his room dancing in sportswear was an image that he would like to print and keep in his mind.
He didn’t care that you were sweating or that the clothes weren’t the tightest to mark your figure, just seeing you move your hips was what he needed to have a smile from ear to ear.
Finish your dance calmly, that your gray wolf will be waiting for you at the door, smiling at you and with open arms to give you a big hug for the effort.
He would eat you with kisses and bites to show you how happy he was to see you happy. If this leads to more… spicy things, that's up to you.
What if I recommend you not to dance this same choreography in the training field in broad daylight, where everyone can see you. The results could be a bit possessive.
But, if you're brave enough, don't complain later if you end up with bites and marks all over your body.
Floyd
My oh My – Camilla Cabello
You walked into the gym expecting to find the basketball team training as usual, but there was no one in their place. Absolute silence.
You took the opportunity to place your backpack next to the roadways, change into comfortable sportswear and put on some music to improve the atmosphere.
When this song started to play, you elatedly stood in the middle of the gym, a sly smile on your face, completely ignoring the sound of rumbling footsteps and slowly approaching the gym.
You were in the middle of the choreography when you felt two arms gripping you tightly, leaving you gasping for air. You screeched as Floyd began to squeeze you more and more, making it impossible for you to move.
"My my, nobody taught you to pay attention to your surroundings when you're alone, koebi-chan?" that sceared the shit out of you.
"Can I dance with you?"
He pulled you closer to him, pressing your back against his torso and your hips against his, lifting you off the floor, and began to spin and sway to the rhythm of the music.
The situation made you laugh until you felt his hand pass over your chest and touch your breast. He settled you against the wall, now your pussy positioned on his erect dick, grinding it thanks to his arms that held you in the air.
At no point did either of you stop the music, letting the playlist roll on and cover the sweet moans coming out of your mouth.
Some freshman ventured into the gym when they heard faint groans creep through the large metal doors.
They got the scare of their lives when they saw Floyd pounding from behind you, staring straight at the entrance and throwing death threats with just his eyes.
Epel
Do it like a dude – Jessie J
Listen to me... you can't tell the only woman at NRC that she can't participate in a dance competition because "it's only for guys"
Uhhhhhhhhh, if I was in that situation how would break their teeth.
Buuuut, you were able to defend yourself in a better way… going to the middle of the training ground where the competition (led by Professor Vargas) was taking place.
I have to say that you left all the participants with icy skin? Other than making them feel like they have a small dick. Straight to the ego.
And Epel was no different. He wasn’t embarrassed by the fact that a girl had beaten him in steps that were recognized later is another matter not ashamed at all, not at all.
Which did bring his ego to the ground and his self-esteem was to see you give your all to overthrow sexism, while he could barely stand in the same line as those of Savannaclaw.
Either way, he enjoyed watching you dance, you seemed re-empowered and that gave you an aura of a strong and powerful woman.
If those who refused to let you participate didn’t give you the prize, rest assured that Epel will leave them in their place, perhaps with the help of Deuce.
He asked you how you could have so much confidence in yourself and that may have caused a butterfly effect ... he wanted to know, well you will teach him in bed.
Two or three tricks may have taken effect and in the next competition (or anything) Epel will give his best, even if he has you as an opponent.
Victory sex for whoever wins? Victory sex.
Sebek
Play with Fire – Sam Tinnesz
You were calm in the comfort of your bedroom, going over some class assignments, some background music, Grimm sleeping next to the bed. A normal day.
But quite boring.
You decided to go down to do a little stretching, so much time hunched over in bed looking at the notes it makes your back very bad. You took your cell phone and left the little cat sleeping comfortably.
Between those stretches you got the idea of ​​practicing a little choreography, nothing too complicated or time consuming; maybe half an hour, forty minutes and that's it.
Well, it ended up being a two hour workout, doing one choreography more complicated than the other. Night had fallen and you were supposed to have a little "date" with Sebek right in your bedroom.
There were knocks on the door, but with the volume of the music you couldn't hear them, nor did you hear the creak of the door opening and closing.
Sebek found you in the middle of the living room, moving your arms around your body. He’s not stupid, he knew you were doing a choreography and he would have enough patience to let you finish it and show up.
What he didn’t expect was to see your figure fall to the floor and move in those ... eccentric movements
Indecent thoughts get out of this mind.
You finished dancing and Sebek was still standing in the middle of the hall, not knowing what to do, where to look, and if he was allowed to speak.
"Sebek are you ok? When did you came in?"
Completely taken out of his reverie, ready to continue the evening as if nothing had happened.
Inwardly he was dying of excitement.
Without telling you anything, with the "date" half finished, having a good and sweet dinner, he just ... slamed you against the wall and took you right there and there.
You both ended up scaring poor Grimm. He just wanted to come down to eat his tuna.
Silver
Maria - 화사 (Hwasa)  
It wasn’t unusual to hear multiple and different songs in the corridors of Diasomnia, especially with Lilia as a member of the light music club; it was normal to hear all kinds of rhythms, even different languages.
Therefore, Silver didn’t find it unusual to hear Korean lyrics as he walked through the lounge of his dorm.
What he did think was strange was hearing footsteps and blows, which had a very peculiar resemblance to the rhythm of music.
In a corridor somewhat away from the common area, which led to a small meeting room and greater tranquility, you were there with the music blasting and dancing as if you were the owner of the place.
Don't get me wrong, Silver was 1000% okay with you dancing in his dorm, even if you wanted to do it on a table in the middle of the lounge room… be his guest.
What he couldn’t allow was his roommates seeing you so… free, sure of yourself, indisputably if you were wearing sports clothes or little clothes, leaving nothing to the imagination.
And if Malleus was among those people… ufff, a big no from our silver boy.
He would go to where you were and lift you by the legs, placing you on his shoulder and commenting that you could continue your dance in a more private place.
That place was his room.
"The way you dance is ... intoxicating"
If at any time the brilliant idea of ​​approaching Silver occurs to you while you dance, take it for granted that he will grab you in his arms and throw you on the bed.
Nope, he's not going to let you finish the choreography. He has another type of choreography in mind.
Lilia put up a do not disturb sign on the other side of the door, proud to see his son a grown-up… apart from the fact that he would have a little “chat” with him immediately after the deed it doesn't matter if you’re still naked and pathetically covered with sheet, he would just *pufff*
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a0hno · 3 years
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Honestly I’ll take anything you got for Trey and/or cater
I like Headcanons
ask and you shall receive! thank you for getting my brain gears working, and i hope u enjoy skdhdjjd under the cut, bc this gets a lil long
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spoilers regarding cater’s family background, ch. 1, trey’s unique magic! i hope i didn't miss anything-
Cater Diamond
- he wants a younger sibling that he can treat better than his sisters treated him, but he's worried he'll make the same mistakes they did to him. that's why he takes vv kindly to ace and deuce, they're practically his honorary younger brothers. and if he was closer to yuu, he'd feel the same way for them. (adeuce duo cause too much trouble for their own good, tho. that's when cater will just stand back and watch.)
- lots of familial jealousy when he sees the shroud brothers. granted, even as classmates he doesn't rlly see them a lot (idia obviously hides in his room all week), but knowing they care for each other and seeing ortho think so highly of idia doesn't help at all.
- he's the type to run around all over the place in his free time, specifically outside of school. he isn't used to being in one place all the time and needs a change in scenery. force of habit.
- being ordered around by riddle gets a lil weird sometimes. on one hand, cater's dislikes really only states sucking up to his SISTERS and being told what to do by them in particular so riddle is fair game, but on the other hand, all those orders and having his actions monitored reminds him of his family, even though he's nowhere near them. when the orders hit too close to home, that's when he ditches and leaves. he just needs some time by himself to cool down and regain his composure.
- his phone is his life line. he never goes anywhere without it, and even if it’s in his pocket, his hand usually is in the pocket too to make sure his phone doesn’t suddenly disappear. It’s because he has a lot of things in there that ‘exposes’ the true him and not the facade he puts on. it also has magicame, and as we all know, social media is practically his drug. his phone is where he goes to when he feels vulnerable and sometimes it’s where he goes to to feel vulnerable. There is no cater without cater’s phone.
- he's literally so "darling dance" by kairiki bear it drives me nuts. if you look at the translations, you'd know what I mean, right??
Trey Clover
- NRC's most normal student! such a title means nothing in a school like that. everyone's got problems and unresolved personal issues. is it really a wonder they're getting overblots every month? /rhetorical question
- as for trey, most of his unresolved issues involve a certain redhead dorm leader. because when you say friends since childhood, you're more likely to assume those two have been through the thick and thin of it all, and you'd think they're practically inseparable! but if you saw trey and riddle, you're more likely to think they're strictly a dorm leader and vice dorm leader taking care of their troublesome dorm residents.
- there's almost nothing to indicate they've been friends for years. trey's there to calm riddle down and take care of decorations and bake the cakes and occasionally use his vice dorm leader powers to get the residents to behave and the likes. he feels guilty for never being able to be there for riddle as much as he wants to be, but there's a wall in between them that makes it difficult to even start. trey's stuck between a rock and a hard place, just his luck.
- to try and relieve himself of stress even just a little bit, trey makes a lot of baked delicacies. but the stress relief doesn't lie in the actual baking, but rather, in decorating them. the smallest detail is always taken into account, and his baked goods may even be "magicammable", in the words of cater. if you see his treats have so much detail and colour it almost makes you not want to eat it (you wouldn't want to ruin a masterpiece, after all), chances are that trey has been working himself to the bone and he needs a time-out from the world. of course, even when he's the one stressing out, what comes after is enjoyed by others without even knowing what he's going through. who knows if that's how he likes it?
- when he uses his unique magic doodle suit to overwrite one’s senses, his corresponding senses get reduced. for example, whenever he uses it to overwrite the taste of food, his ability to taste gets reduced. when he uses it to change the colour of an object, he gets temporary color blindness. this side effect gets nullified when he overwrites something beyond sense. (e.g. ch. 1 before the overblot fight)
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flow-green · 3 years
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Crafted earrings, cooked and danced around the room
I should write more often already because this way I get my fingers all nicely warmed up. Can’t complain though, I cannot remember when Estonia had this crispy cold winters with huge snowpiles up to your bellybutton. At least inside it is so nice to be mesmerized by the rising sun rays over sparkling snow fields, all while curled up under a blanket with a hot cup of coffee. Not really into spending more  than half an hour outside with this cold, as my skii trousers have mysteriously disappeared after not needing them for years.
After those coffee and meditation mornings I have a whole hour to enjoy online fitness classes held by all of my favourite trainers. So thankful they have released online platform. Yes, Youtube channels for work outs are good, but they cannot even comprehend with community and people I have worked out with for years.
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Oh, I love Fridays. Mostly because, of course, it marks the end of the workweek and all the stress load on my shoulder gets a decent relief. The end of last year started to go crucially out of hands regarding to work hours. I believed I am extra productive and a good asset for the company with my over-hours after 6 PM, and weekends when I assisted translators with their issues, replied to clients’ and colleagues’ e-mails; I started my workdays right after waking up at 7 AM. I felt so proud. That until I got a note that I have spent shorter AFK periods in our office communication platform and I should work more harder, and that I have to stay available all the time. I awarded myself with a few longer and frequent stretching moments away from keyboards so I wouldn’t completely lose my mind. That comment made me realize that my over-hours benefited no one and they will be left unnoticed. So from this moment on I stayed strictly in my official office hours. And it has paid off at maximum. I am more productive and motivated, more enthusiastic. At the end of the year the times were extremely busy and I was overflown with work, burning out was only a stretch away, but following the working hours and taking mandatory lunch breaks every day made it all synchronize and it went so well. I have learned the hard way that personal time and work time have to be separated. My days were starting to mix into a blurry mess. Even Fridays were nothing special for me as I knew I will work on weekends anyway. Needless to say it all started to negatively affect my personal life and escalated in nasty fights.
Now that I have strictly separated my work and personal time, I feel so-o-o good. Fridays are once again one of my favourite days in week and the entire workday flows with a positive vibe. Today is no exception. I am so ready for the weekend!
This week was overally satisfying as the corona restrictions are being eased bit by bit. For example, gyms and fitness classes are again back in business. This means that finally I can get back to one of my primary passions, instructing BodyBalance classes. Every Tuesday and Wednesday I have my BodyBalance classes, Wednesdays being my favourite as then, I have my favourite people in front of me and I realized this week, how much I missed it. I have always thought that I am quite good at coaching, but this Wednesday I got an ultimate compliment that as soon as I step into instructor role, I transform completely into someone else: I glow, am confident, cheerful. This side of me can rarely be seen in other moments. I guess this shows that working as a trainer is an ultimate passion. Sad though that I cannot spread it wider. I try of course. Before initial corona crisis I was almost through the door to Estonia’s biggest fitness club MyFitness. Anyway, this compliment sparked such an inspiring fire in me that I think I performed my best class ever. The energy I get from these hours are crucially needed. For several evenings now I have silly-danced through our rooms, singing loudly to all the pop songs I hear; made silly jokes. And just laughed and laughed. I cannot remember when was the last time I laughed truly from the bottom of my heart so that tears were in my eyes.
One of my goals for this year was picking up a new hobby. For my surprise, I started to follow this goal so early in this year. I got invited to join a workshop for crafting earrings from clay. I am not that artsy and crafty, with a small exception of drawing, in which I am still a complete newbie. Usually I am always excited when an opportunity like this presents itself, but when the actual time comes to show up, I bail. Not this time, I told myself and went for it. Working with clay was a totally unfamiliar area for me, except that one time when I made a really weird looking coffee mug in one of the clay workshops. God forbid I ever show this to anyone...
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Anyway, the workshop was the bomb! There were 20 people, most of them already quite experience with clay crafting. I felt really self-aware and awkward but when I got my hands on the first small piece of multicolour clay which I soon crafted into two tiny hearts, I felt so calm. It was like an art therapy. Two hours later I waltzed out with 3 pairs of earrings in my hand. Those butterfly wings came out silly-looking as if the poor butterfly were mauled by a cat or something. But I got an excitement to actually pick it up myself, so I should buy some colour clay, moulds and decorations. Look at me, being all spiritual artsy self-developer ‘n stuff
As it’s Friday, I stepped onto the scale this morning. A decent 500g drop in weight, which made me feel quite neutral, and thus I continued my morning without thinking about it. I am not sure where this complete peace with my weight came, so suddenly, but I feel so free. True, few  times a week these demons still haunt me, especially when That Time of the Month is lurking nearby and even a slice of cucumber makes me feel I am fat, but I understand almost instantly that this is just a silly evil entity in my brain, trying to stab me with its knives. This does not make me feel any pain anymore, rather just an annoying poke which I forget almost instantly. There is so much more than that in life, not related to the random number on my scale. I feel strong and more confident than I have felt in years. I am so grateful that I am not a lonely slave to mind anymore, that I have someone I can rely on, that I have a roof over my head, seriously fulfilling healthy foods on my table and a stable working opportunity that does not seem to shrink in its scope anytime soon. Everything else is an additional bonus and my gut is telling me things will get even better.
Ah, right, one of the highlights of this week was me finally getting my long-missed new running steeds: Nike Air Pegasus Shield 37. The only running shoe model which makes me feel like I run on clouds and makes the running even in the craziest monsoons feel like a stroll in the park no matter the temperature outside. I have not yet tested them out yet though, as the roads are insanely slippery and Coach Bennet from NRC is stressing out the strict rule not to run on ice. Thus, I have taken some off-time from running and instead continuing the oh-so amazing workouts from  Netfit. Old version of me would have probably drowned in the pool of tears from regrets of not running, but current me doesn’t let it bring me down. I am so active with other things and this is more than enough. Who knows, perhaps the longer break from running actually brings back the long-lost passion for it and kick-starts the activity with a fresh energy.
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Now, about food. The second week is almost over filled with foods that I used to fear and now make me happy instead. My morning indulgent is a breakfast with overnight oats that I have tuned up to taste as delicious as ever. Yesterday lunch I got a sudden craving for fresh berry smoothie so I think I made the best smoothie ever out of strawberries, bananas, cinnamon and ginger. The ratio was so on point. Smoothie was also one of my fear foods: is liquid, filled with carb-y calories and will not fill me up. Boy, what was wrong with me?
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Yesterday I made another slow-cooker crockpot stew which has become a hero of dinners. I think my newly-discovered passion for cooking has made me test out flavours more confident and thus, this time the stew came out so good I ate Once again I’d like to say how good I physically feel. After a hearty dinner with belly nicely full, I do feel random panic shivers that I probably just gained 4 kg and everyone can see my belly twice the size it was 30 minutes ago, but this idiotic thinking disappears surprisingly fast. Most of the  time I feel that my body is happy, I have energy for the entire day from 7 AM I tip my toes onto the floor and until 11 PM when my head finally touches the pillow. Before, I had these eating-triggered depression exhaustions, when I just wanted to sleep off every lunch break,  but no, this wasn’t an option so instead, I forced myself into running and I came back, feeling even more exhausted an unhappy.
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Netfit workouts in the mornings are like a nectar to my soul. I cannot remember when was the last time I truly ENJOYED my morning work-outs when I did not remind myself every second of it that I NEED to push myself to maximum because yesterday’s dinner calories must be destroyed. It’s amazing how much can your mind-set change the quality of your life.
I have a secret fear that this happiness will be a short-term break. I have had these good periods in the past as well and after a few weeks I am back in my old black corner, but I don’t know... this time I honestly feel that perhaps this here now is permanent and what if the jigsaw pieces are finally starting to come together...
Today, I actually wanted to post my 100 goals for the year. I guess next time then. Don’t want to crash Tumblr in one go.
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it-happened-one-fic · 10 months
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Jitterbug - Only Go Up From Here - Strictly NRC Dancing
Author Notes: Here it is! The last fic for this AU/series. I'm actually kind of glad to be reaching the end. These dance fics have been fun to write, but I'm looking forward to getting back to my usual fics. As for the dance in this fic, I don't actually have a particular performance that I was heavily inspired by for this one. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!
If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List.
Type: Dance AU/ Female Reader/ Fluff/ Can be taken as romantic or platonic
Word Count: 903
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The jitterbug dance was, as Vil understood it, an amalgamation of all of the various swing dances. As such, anyone who had already taken and failed a swing dancing class previously was taking the jitterbug class in hopes of at long last passing this final dance class that was being offered.
The jitterbug’s nature as being the most general of all swing dances was also why Vil had chosen it for his class. 
Because while Vil had danced before in various films, it was always some sort of slinky dance befitting a villain. The jitterbug was, as all styles of swing were, a dance for a lead role simply because it was fun, free, and most certainly not suited for someone in the role of an antagonist.
And then there was you, the perfect fit for a lead female in any film. Wreathed in smiles, ever willing to help, even if at times grudgingly, and seemingly fearless when it came to saving others from themselves in even the most risky of situations. 
Vil couldn’t have hoped for a better partner.
What was unfortunate was that you seemed surprised that Vil was perfectly capable of letting loose and enjoying himself. 
He supposed he couldn’t blame you. He was usually serious because he had to be. After all, the eyes of the world seemed to be constantly on him. Such was the life of a celebrity.
But here at NRC, he was no longer quite so special and was allowed certain freedoms since paparazzi weren’t constantly lurking around some corner. And one such freedom was getting to behave more like a normal teenage boy who wasn’t constantly under the harsh glare of the limelight. 
But you were incredibly accepting of both that and him. While you had briefly hesitated at first, it hadn’t taken you very long at all to relax around him, just as you always did. Unconcerned as you danced alongside him, laughing all the while as you glanced his way with glittering eyes that showed your enjoyment.
Crewel had obviously wasted no effort in teaching you. You’d already learned all the other forms of swing dancing and passed all of the previous classes. Not even Sam could say anything against your performances of his beloved style of dance.
Vil had no concerns about whether you would do well in this, the final dance class NRC would hold. If something went wrong during the performance, it was going to be on Vil.
Not that he was concerned.
There was a certain freeness to the jitterbug that Vil discovered he’d been craving. He hadn’t noticed it during the lessons when he’d been dancing with other partners. In fact, it hadn’t been until he’d practiced choreography with you that Vil realized that this uninhibited joy was something he wanted. Something he’d been searching for in his own way.
And during the performance, he found it again. That strange, free sense of joy that stemmed either from dancing the jitterbug or from dancing with you.
Vil did wonder if that joy was present simply because you let go of any expectations you held towards him and allowed him to exist, dance, and laugh alongside you. 
You whirled across the floor, fully trusting him to execute any lift, spin, and even do an around-the-world flip that hadn’t been entirely planned.
The improvisation angle was brilliant to him and felt like ad-libbing except for the raw amount of trust it required you to place in him. When you finally touched back down, ending the dance with your feet hitting the ground as you laughed breathlessly at him, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
You were grinning as well, still slightly out of breath, as you brushed a few escaped hairs out of his face before unconcernedly taking his hand and leading him across the dance floor towards where the so-called ‘judges’ sat. 
And it was so like you to not be worried about what being by his side might mean. But then Vil supposed that to you he wasn’t a famous celebrity first and foremost. No, to you, he was always Vil first.
“That was amazing! The jitterbug is a slightly less codified dance than the others we’ve had as classes, and you still managed to execute it smoothly and with incredible precision. I expected nothing less from a professional such as yourself, Mr. Schoenheit, but I am still impressed.”
Crowley was practically beaming at him, but as soon as he spoke, Vil could already feel the glow of the spotlight returning to him. Reminding him that while you had provided him a brief respite from the limelight, it was going to return.
And he accepted it. He’d chosen and fought for this life after all. Being famous was what it took to reach the heights he sought, so he accepted it all.
But he couldn’t deny that the little breaks you seemed so innately capable of providing him had become beyond precious to him. Sometimes it was nice to just be Vil. 
Not Vil the actor. Not Vil the model. Not even Vil the singer.
Just… Vil. The young man who’d just danced out there with you and earned his passing score on his own efforts even though he had nothing to prove to you. After all, you’d seen him at his worst and accepted him.
And now he could only go up from here.
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Foxtrot - Positively Reeked of Class - Strictly NRC Dance
Author Notes: The foxtrot was an interesting dance to learn/watch for this fic. I ended up basing the performance in this fic off of Caitlynn and Tadd’s Foxtrot to “Top Hat” by Ella Fitzgerald on Season 8 of So You Think You Can Dance which I highly recommend you watch, by the way. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!
If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List.
Type: Dance Au/ Fluff/ Female reader/ Platonic
Word Count: 814
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By now, dancing with Crewel was easy. He’d been my teacher for the majority of the dances that I’d learned, which meant there was little to no awkwardness between the two of us. In fact, I’d been surprised when Trein had been the one to teach me the foxtrot rather than my usual instructor.
Nonetheless, I’d learned the dance well and had figured out fairly quickly that Trein being my teacher instead of Crewel meant one thing. I was going to perform my graded dance with my alchemy professor.
What I hadn’t expected was for Crewel to have also choreographed the dance. Though, after some thought, it wasn’t surprising considering that Crewel and Trein butted heads when it came to the foxtrot.
There were actually three forms of the classy dance that brought old Hollywood to mind. The more elegant of the two was the one Trein liked best. Conversely, the more jazzy variation was Crewel’s favorite.
Naturally, we were going to be performing a foxtrot of the type that Crewel preferred. All that really meant was that we weren’t going to be forced to stay in closed hold, and our dance could take up more room and be a little more playful. This did not, however, mean it was easier than the other varieties of foxtrot.
Perhaps the best part about the entire experience was the incredibly fun style of choreography that Crewel had worked out for us. But then he’d been beyond smug when he’d strode into the room where we were to practice for an hour before performance time came, “Pup! I assume Trein taught you more than just that boring style he likes so well?” 
The grin on his face already had me smiling in return as I dutifully responded, “He taught me all three variations just in case. Though I can confirm we spent the most time on the slower style he prefers.” 
Crewel snorted at me but nodded, unsurprised by my words, “Figures. You and I will be doing what you may think of as the more jazzy of the foxtrot styles. Simply put, we won’t have to stay in hold and will be able to have more freedom.”
And just like that, we’d swept into choreography with an ease befitting two people who’d already danced several times together.
By the time the lights were clicked on for our performance to start, I was almost giddy. Despite myself, I was strangely looking forward to this dance. I never would have expected it, but I’d become quite close to Crewel over these dance classes, and now that we were almost at the end of the classes, I was relaxing into dancing more and more.
Jazzy brass filled the room, and I swept across the floor, meeting Crewel in the middle and allowing my outstretched arms to do a lot of the work for me. Foxtrots like this one were, oftentimes, even more of a performance than other dances. They were playful and lighthearted. At odds, with the more romantic, slower variations of the exact same dance.
The dance’s classy nature perfectly matched the alchemy teacher, who, despite being quite fearsome in class, was also incredibly lively. I suppose that only made sense for someone who was good friends with someone like Sam.
The entire performance it felt oddly more like I was gliding across the polished floor rather than taking precise steps. And there was the interesting element of the foxtrot of occasionally dancing at a fairly slow pace before suddenly speeding up one's motions.
We were both smiling the entire time. Even as Crewel stopped and proceeded to catch me mid-hop and lift me up onto his shoulder so that I was practically laying across his arm and being spun freely in a circle, with only his hand gripping my side to keep me up. 
It was a move that I wasn’t entirely sure I would have trusted anyone else to do. But with the number of times I danced with him now, the trust came naturally.
I touched down as the music began to trail off, spinning gracefully around him as his arm caught me and easily leaned me back into a dip just in time to end the entire dance.
I was still smiling as he pulled me back upright, patting me on the back, before we both turned towards the judges panel, where Sam was already standing and leading the applause with a wide smile
“Well, that positively reeked of class, Divus,” Sam was still chuckling by the time we reached the table, and Crewel separated from me to take his seat with an all too smug grin.
Trein was sighing slightly, but he looked towards me with a smile, “I do believe that I can easily say we are all of the same opinion. You did very well. Congratulations on passing another class, Y/n.”
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Bolero - Able to Manage - Strictly NRC Dancing
Author Notes: I'm not gonna lie, I honestly didn't know there was a dance called the bolero until I started this little AU/series. The dance in this fic was very much inspired by a Bolero dance by Pedro and Luísa for ABDS at Salvado. You can watch it on Youtube on the ABDS channel if you're interested. I listened to “You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine” by Michael Buble feat Laura Pausini while writing this fic which is also the song that was danced to in the Youtube video. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!
If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List.
Type: Dance AU/ female-reader/ fluff/ kind of romantic but can be taken as platonic as well
Word Count: 1330
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I was being totally honest with Crewel and Trein when I said that I had absolutely no clue that there was a dance called the bolero. I’d honestly always thought of the open-waist jacket when I’d heard the word bolero, which showed what I knew.
It turned out that, other than just being the name of a waist jacket, the bolero was also the name of yet another Latin dance. One that was often mistaken for the rumba. 
The bolero itself reminded me of a strange mixture of the waltz, tango, and rumba. 
It was a slower dance than the rumba and was, according to Trein, often viewed as more romantic. It didn’t possess the tango’s aggression, though, and had Latin elements that the waltz lacked. Additionally, lifts were allowed in the bolero style.
After learning it, I realized that there was also a certain drama to the bolero, usually caused by lengthy arm motions. These exaggerated motions accented the sweeping motions of the dance.
As for being romantic….  Well, I could certainly see where that description came from. The dance allowed plenty of time for the couple to cook up a wonderfully soupy atmosphere between the two of them as they stared into each other's eyes.
Which was why I was delightfully amused to see that my partner was none other than Jamil. One of the least soupy individuals I’d ever met.
Nonetheless, as we took to the floor for the performance, I had no doubt that he would do well and make a stellar score. His grades had skyrocketed after the Scarabia incident as a show of the new supposed rivalry between him and Kalim.
Jamil was no longer holding himself back in any fields, and that included dance. And if Jamil loved anything, it was dancing. So, Jamil would naturally excel in a dance class, even if the subject dance was a particularly mushy one.
The music started with neither of us on stage. A slinky jazz beat that I would have expected more from one of the Octavinelle boys than Jamil. But I didn’t question it too much as I sashayed across the stage to meet Jamil in the middle, where I threw my arms around him in what no doubt appeared to be a loving embrace.
“Think you’ll be able to manage?” His voice sounded in my ear just as he slowly stepped backwards, his charcoal-grey eyes flicking over to meet mine as I frowned slightly. Briefly miffed at the thought of him implying that I wouldn’t be able to keep up, before I realized his actual meaning.
 I’d already danced three times today. First, during my grading with Trein. Next, during the two performances with classmates, first Jade and then later a Pomefiore junior who’d attempted to crush all the toes on my left foot.
I nodded as he slowly began to turn me freely with my barely lifting one leg so that my foot was mere centimeters of the ground and he could spin me without any trouble, “I’ll be fine; this dance isn’t as exhausting as the others.”
 For a brief moment, the young man remained silent as he spun me slowly before he at last nodded.
“Alright,” Was his only response before I looked away and extended one arm and our spinning was accelerated to better enhance the opening of our performance.
The music was still faint, adding a soft, vaguely dreamy feel to the entire performance even as I wrapped my arm back around his shoulders and stepped around in an incredibly small circle with our two bodies pressed infinitely close together.
But we didn’t stay so impossibly close since, as soon as the vocalist’s crooning began, I was spun out so that the two of us were only joined by our hands.
 We looked over towards one another on the spot-lit stage as we both braced for what was going to be a stupidly mushy performance.
But as we slowly began to shift along the floor, the elegant nature of the bolero began to show. It was a dance filled to the brim with graceful sweeping motions that showed how the waltz had its part to play in the formulation of the bolero. 
Ours was an odd performance, though, since the bolero was one of those dances where you stayed very fixated on your partner. And, to be fair, we were very fixated on one another, but me and Jamil didn’t really speak much during our dance, despite the slight urge I felt to snark at the young man who often tossed random jabs or smart remarks my way whenever possible.
Similarly, there were also no soupy looks to be seen between the two of us. Though there was an innate tie that bound the two of us together as we spun elegantly across the floor.
At odds with the other performance that had been laugh-inducing as the dancers had attempted to cook up the right atmosphere, mine and Jamil’s performance was more like how Trein had described the bolero.
As the teacher had put it, the idea of the bolero was to be one with your partner throughout the dance and thus attain that soft, romantic feeling that was supposed to permeate throughout the dance. 
I would never say that me and Jamil had, ‘become one,’ whatever that entailed. But I would say that the two of us did attain a sort of peace and soft tenderness that was usually not found in my interactions with the young man.
But it was strange that once my gaze found Jamil’s, it was oddly hard to look away from those dark eyes of his. 
If a person truly could have a conversation through just exchanged looks and shared glances, then that person would be Jamil. Because even though I’d never noticed it before, he had an incredibly pointed gaze that contained many varied emotions.
Concentration was in that stare, no doubt since we were performing his graded dance. Jamil would never forgive himself if he failed a dancing class of all things. Not when he was so passionate about this art.
But concentration wasn’t the only thing in the charcoal-colored depths of his gaze. No, Jamil’s eyes also held a sort of reassuring steadiness to them that had me growing still more relaxed.
 I hadn’t exactly been on edge before, but as I swirled around the room with Jamil, there was a certain ease to the motions.
As the song came to its lilting end, my hands slipped out of his, and I looped my arms around his neck so that we were spinning a loose embrace where he had one hand placed firmly against my back. And then, as he extended one arm, I let our steady spinning slowly lift me off the ground. 
As our spinning gradually managed to slow even more, I touched back down. He twirled me lightly in front of him until he caught me with his free arm, and I draped myself backwards in a dip just as the final notes faded out of existence and silence filled the room as the spotlight dimmed. Leaving me and Jamil in the darkness, with me still draped over his arm and him leaning over me, his eyes still on mine. 
Applause filled the room as the lights clicked back on. Not the raucous kind that would have left me deafened, but rather the appreciative sort that brought a not-so-subtle smirk to Jamil’s lips as he pulled me back upright, “Looks like you were able to manage.”
 I snorted at his words as I stepped away from him, smiling slightly all the while, “You’re not the only one who can dance, Jamil. Crewel and Trein are very good teachers, and I told you I’d be fine.”
He let out an almost silent snort before we turned, meeting the judges' gazes and receiving approving head nods that already told us that Jamil had, indeed, met expectations and passed.
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Mambo - Prove It To You - Strictly NRC Dancing
Author's Notes: First Sebek fic (woo!) I actually really adore Sebek in a weird sort of way, but writing him was certainly a new experience! Especially since I was writing the Mambo.... Writing dancing is getting easier and easier though. Makes me realize how far into this series I've gotten. The dance in this fic was Heavily inspired by Heidi and Benji’s Mambo to “Black mambo” by Angel and the Mambokats on So You Think You Can Dance Season 2 Episode 18. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!
If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List.
Type: Dance AU/ female reader/ fluff/ can probably be taken as flirtatious
Word Count: 1058
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“Stop! Stop! Did you learn nothing from your lessons, pup?” I cringed in sympathy as Crewel proceeded to lay into Sebek yet again.
“This is a sultry, flirtatious dance. You need lots of hip action, and-”
“BUT IT MAKES NO SENSE!” This time I covered my ears and prayed for this particular exam to be over just a little bit faster.
 Sebek was beyond frustrated at this point, and it was, to a degree, understandable. He knew the foot motions and the mechanics of the mambo. But the general emotion of the dance was beyond him.
Crewel eyed the first year with no small amount of annoyance as Sebek continued on his tirade, not helping his situation at all by having interrupted our professor. “The dances of the Valley of Thorns have no such need for such… Frippery! Why does thi-”
“The mambo is not a dance of the Valley of Thorns, though, is it?” There was a certain venom to Crewel’s words that came from a man who had long lost patience with his current student as he all but prowled towards us.
“The mambo IS the dance you are being graded on in approximately 40 minutes, though! Now, I suggest you watch me and the Prefect go through your choreography one more time and pay attention!”
As I stepped quickly around the room with Crewel, letting the man spin me at high speeds before pausing for brief periods of sashaying place with our foreheads pressed together that featured considerable amounts of eye contact, I couldn’t help but feel kind of bad for the young man who watched us closely. Not to say that I wasn’t frustrated myself, but… To a degree, I understood Sebek’s struggles.
 The mambo was a fun dance that was both sensual and flirty. Two things that tended to clash with Sebek of the twenty-something missives that must be written before he was willing to sit with a person’s width between him and the object of his affections.
The fact that he’d received the mambo, of all dances, for his class was beyond unlucky. In fact, it was practically unfair.
Judging from what I’d seen of his dancing thus far during our practice, Sebek wasn’t actually a bad dancer. He just wasn’t a flirty one, which was, unfortunately for him, necessary for this dance.
The proof of his skills was the choreography that Crewel had put together for us. Our performance dance was beyond difficult and required almost perfect partner synergy. And Sebek was doing admirably…. He just wasn’t terribly well-suited for Latin dancing.
“There. You see? All you need to do is add the right emotion to your dance, and you will be ready. Now, again, from the top.” With only those instructions, Crewel stepped away. Leaving me waiting for Sebek, who approached with renewed vigor.
And yet, the very second he took my hand, I knew there was no way this was going to be correct. The proper steps would be there, but none of the attitude would be. 
So I leaned forward, causing Sebek’s eyebrows to lift questioningly, as my brain was already working hard to figure out exactly what I could say to get him to do what he needed to.
I did feel a tiny bit guilty as I smiled at him oh-so-sweetly, “Why don’t you ask Silver for some help after we finish up here? There will be some time between then and our performance, so he should be able to give you some pointers.”
Annnnd Boom. 
The immediate shock and irritation that appeared in Sebek’s strange-looking eyes told me exactly what I needed to know. He’d taken the bait. 
Bait, that I had not wanted to have to use, especially since I didn’t actually know if Silver would be any better at the mambo than Sebek. 
But, with any luck, this would get Sebek through this class. Hopefully with a passing grade.
“YOU THINK SILVER CAN DO BETTER THAN I?!” I flinched at his overly loud voice, and, as if he realized how deafening he’d just been, his voice was quieter as he continued, “I’ll have you know that I was the best dancer in my class back at the Valley of Thorns. While Master Lilia may have taught Silver well, I doubt that Silver would be anywhere near my level of prowess.”
My eyes darted over to where Crewel stood with raised eyebrows; mercifully, he wasn’t interjecting. Perhaps he was willing to leave this up to me.
“I just thought since you seem unable to get the right emotion for the dance that Silver might-”
“I’LL SHOW YOU HUMAN!” In an almost uncharacteristic move, Sebek’s voice lowered till he was almost whispering as he dipped his head down to mine. A challenge shined in his eyes as he continued, “I do not need him to show me how to dance, and I’ll prove it to you right here and now.”
I would have to apologize to both Silver and Sebek after this was all said and done. But right now, all that mattered was getting this awkward teenage boy through this dance and past this class.
 For the sake of both him and my eardrums.
So I made the final push, stretching up with a slight smirk on my lips as I allowed my expression to reflect his challenge right back at him, “Then I suggest you do just that, Sebek. Because I honestly don’t think you can.”
Despite our close proximity, the usually easily scandalized young man outright smirked down at me, not backing away in the slightest, “Have it your way, human.”
Still tired, but now rather amused, Crewel called out, “If you two are quite ready…?”
My eyes stayed on Sebek, who refused to back down even as he stepped backward, keeping his eyes on mine as he held my hand up in between the two of us. 
I grinned despite myself as I called out in response to our instructor and kept my eyes on the young man in front of me who was holding my hand as if there were nothing there, “More than ready!”
“I certainly hope you are, human.” Sebek’s gloating tone hadn’t lessened in the slightest, even as the upbeat and almost raucous beat started up from where Crewel had hit play on the radio, “Let’s dance.”
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Polka - Fireproof - Strictly NRC Dancing
Author Notes: I never knew until know, but Polka's are actually quite fascinating and even have there own vocabulary verbs that pertain to the action of dancing the Polka. This was written to “Feuerfest! Polka francaise, Op. 269” by Joseph Strauss and the dance was inspired by the Bohemian National Polka which is danced in a ring with multiple people. A 2019 performance of this classic dance can be seen on Youtube. The performance took place in Ufa, Russia. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!
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Type: Dance AU/ female reader/ fluff/ can be taken as platonic or romantic
Word count: 1294
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I joined Idia in the middle of our makeshift ballroom, taking up my spot next to him before glancing his way. He already looked nervous in the impressive ring of students that made up our polka group. 
Across the ring from us stood Trey and Ace, both of whom waved at me. Ace throwing me a thumbs up from across the room, that Trey seemed to very strongly doubt. 
Even during the practice session, there had been some very… Interesting motions coming from Ace.
At the very least, polkaing with them ought to be amusing.
Not as amusing as watching the two leaders of the polka ring, who were intended to keep everyone in time, would be though. 
Sam and Trein both stood at the forefront of our ring. The older of the two already looking considerably more unhappy with his situation than his partner.
Normally, a polka wouldn’t have leaders. But Crewel and Trein had both already stated that, after practice, they could stand no more of people stomping their feet off beat, and since no one could seem to stay in time with each other, our polka would receive a leader pair. Sam and Trein just ended up being the lucky, or perhaps unlucky, duo.
Judging from their positions, Sam was going to be the follower in this sequence, which somehow made the situation all the more delightful. The very thought of Sam getting to sashay daintily around the history teacher was enough to put a smile on my face.
I leaned over, whispering quietly to Idia, “You and Ortho did practice the Bohemian National Polka, right?”
Yellow eyes snapped over to me, and for a brief second, there was only mild annoyance on Idia’s face rather than the anxiety that a crowd such as this and performing typically brought him, “Of course we did.”
He twisted to face me and inclined his head like a perfect gentleman as the music began, and I curtsied in response as he continued to whisper his words to me, “Now pipe down before someone hears you. Ortho downloading your motions and practicing with me definitely counts as cheating.”
I fought the urge to make a face at him as we began to skip forward step by step, “You’re the one who said ‘cheating,’ not me.”
It was almost funny to begin twisting along our considerably large circle. Changing into an odd half-open, half-closed position where he had one hand on my back with the other on his hip, we began to swirl around the floor, occasionally dipping into the middle of our ring and then back out right back out as the entire group polkaed around and around like an odd little carousel. 
Idia was painfully awkward the whole time, muttering what seemed to be the steps we were doing to himself even as we were dancing. No doubt in an attempt to both calm and distract himself from the group that we danced with and the crowd that watched us via recitation. 
But even with his nerves, Idia had thus far managed to time each foot stomp perfectly, which was more than I could say for a large number of the other leads.
Idia wasn’t the only one I felt bad for though. After all, there were also Trey and Trein. 
Trey, who was stuck with Ace, was having to do his very best to ignore whatever it was that the red-haired first year was doing.
 Trein, on the other hand, was having to put up with the all-too-pleased-looking Sam, who I could tell, even from a distance, was persistently harassing the older teacher.
My view of the other couples was broken when I was released to twirl freely, with Idia mirroring my motions perfectly. When I completed my twirl and was facing him once more, I was able to confirm that yes, this poor awkward boy was indeed mouthing the steps of the polka to himself.
“Idia,” I whispered his name, as the music’s tempo greatly increased and strange bell-like chimes filtered their way into the tune. From the way his eyes darted to my face in a questioning fashion, I got the distinct feeling he’d barely heard me, despite our close proximity, which, now that I thought about it, probably wasn't helping with his nerves. 
I had to do something. He was going to end up going into a full-blown panic attack at this rate if I didn’t.
And what better way to distract someone than by teasing? At the very least, I knew the flighty housewarden of Ignihyde could handle that, “Don’t you think it’s kind of funny we're dancing to a song called Feuerfest?”
The confusion on his face was obvious as he released his hold on me and put his hands on his hips, lightly stepping forward as I danced backwards with my hands out and flat at my sides like I was acting coy. A single glance to the side showed a very done-looking Trein and an absolutely elated Sam.
“It’s German for fire-proof Idia,” My comment came when we swept back into hold and began polkaing once more.
His eyes widened as he spun me around, causing my skirt to swing wildly out to the side simply due to the sheer speed of our motions. I’d successfully gotten his attention off our fellow dancers, though. 
“I shouldn’t have taken this class… It’s like a whole huge joke directed solely at me,” I cringed in sympathy because I knew exactly what he was talking about. Especially since I was the one that brought it up.
 His swathe of fiery blue hair that was currently pulled back in a style not unlike what he wore during the ghost bride fiasco was definitely an interesting match for our song.
Idia released me, skipping sideways into the center as I went the other way. We met back up in the middle, with him beginning to clap as I twirled to the beat and calmly continued to speak to him, “I don’t know, I think it’s kind of fun.”
I grinned at him as we skipped back away from one another, “It’s not everyday I get to dance with you. And Ortho is so enjoying filming us.”
The lament in Idia’s voice was clear when he responded as he began walking alongside me as I spun freely with him clapping  as he followed along behind me yet again, “I told him not to film this….”
I let myself laugh as Idia was forced to rapidly kneel, perfectly matching Trein’s timing, so I could skip gaily around him, “Embarrassed?”
He stood, accepting me back into hold as he all but scowled at me. Totally at odds with the cheerful music and dancing, “More like mortified, dancing isn’t my thing. Especially not social dancing….”
I couldn’t keep the grin off my face as we re-entered the far calmer section of the dancing, with us just skipping in a simple little ring along with everyone else, “But I thought you held the high score on Boogie Boogie Riot?”
Idia’s mouth twitched into the wide grin of his as he led me into the center of our ring, stomped his foot, and marched me back out, “That’s a little different, Y/n.”
“But maybe it’s why you’re so good at timing those stomps,” My comment was accentuated by yet another resounding foot stomp that was belatedly echoed throughout the room.
He stayed silent this time, but I could still see the slight smirk on his face. 
If nothing else I’d learned that pretty much everyone in this school liked to be praised. And that included the socially anxious hermit who was surprisingly good at dancing, that was Idia.
Luckily, that dancing prowess showed in his passing grade.
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Argentine Tango - Gentle Oblivion - Strictly NRC Dancing
Author's Notes: I watched so many Argentine tango videos for this fic. With that said, though, this fic's performance was heavily inspired by Lauren and Pasha’s Argentine Tango to “Oblivion” on So You Think You Can Dance. I also made use of my mom's spoof theory that Crewel is Deuce’s dad. Finally, I listened to “Oblivion” by Astor Piazzolla, which is the same song that the two dancers danced to on So You Think You Can Dance. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!
If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing Master-List.
Type: Dance AU/ female reader/ fluff/ can be taken as romantic or platonic
Word Count 1844
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The Argentine tango was one of the more intense and sensual dances to be taught during these classes. 
I’d already danced the ballroom tango with Leona and it was both intense and incredibly passionate. The same could be said for the Argentine variety of the tango, but there was an altogether different feeling to this dance. 
The Argentine tango seemed moodier than the more rule-oriented ballroom tango. Crewel had described it as a melancholic but intense dance during our lessons. And that was a description that I’d found I could agree with.
The majority of the dance involved the partners remaining pressed together and, unlike the ballroom tango, the Argentine tango allowed for lifts. It was still sultry but there was, in some ways, less aggression and more intimacy to this particular type of tango.
And that was why the fact that I was dancing with Deuce was concerning. Because while I adored the boy, sultry was not how I would describe my first year partner. And Deuce understood my concerns perfectly. But he’d also explained why he wanted to take the Argentine tango as his chosen dance class.
Apparently, it was his mom’s favorite dance. 
Deuce didn’t know who his father was, but Miss Spade apparently recalled dancing it with him when she was younger. Ever since then, the dance had held a special place in her heart and Deuce, ever wanting to make his mom proud, was determined to not only learn this dance, but to execute it perfectly.
He even went so far as to even get extra lessons from Crewel and to study it on his own. If nothing else, Deuce had put far more time into his practice than anyone else in this class.
And his practice paid off. When it came time for choreography practice Crewel had tilted his head, smiling slightly as he spoke, “I normally wouldn’t recommend this, since it requires extreme preciseness, but if you two can do it will give you far more points than a normal Argentine tango.”
He paused and I looked towards Deuce who, after a brief moment, nodded with that oh-so-common gleam of determination in his eyes that was usually received for classwork rather than something like dancing
Crewel had given Deuce a pointed look before smiling again and gesturing for the two of us to enter hold. “I used to dance this sort of Argentine tango with a young woman some time ago…” 
He’d trailed off, something flickering in his silvery eyes before he once again turned his attention back to us, “You two are going to do a slower, more melancholy Argentine tango. The lifts will be held for a longer period of time and are thus more difficult, but you are a strong boy.”
He’d instructed us slightly further, watching as we practiced and offering small tips, “Instead of putting her down immediately hold her there for just a bit. It will tie you better to the music since the song lags a bit there.”
We’d incorporated every piece of advice and soon it was time for the class’s performances to begin. Crewel had given us one final nod, “The rest is up to you pups. Give it your best.”
We were the final performance of the class, but with the solemn, slower Argentine tango we were going to be doing, we would stand out from the crowd. 
While the other dances had been intense and rather heated, with incredibly fast footwork or holds that only lasted for a few brief seconds, ours was going to be different.
We would have lengthy holds and would remain tied to our more somber music. There was a sadness and intense longing to our dance’s choreography and, just as Crewel had said, we had to be incredibly precise.
Since each step was slower, each hold and lift would be longer. Almost every position and angle would be easier to analyze for the judges which meant everything had to be just perfect.
I met Deuce’s gaze, noting his nervousness as we waited for the music to start and the lights to dim, “Hey, are you going to be alright?”
Bright, blue-green eyes met mine and he nodded, that determined gleam in his eyes bringing a fond smile to my face. At the very least I knew he was going to give this his best.
“Cater agreed to film us for my mom and I want to make her proud so….. Yeah, I’m going to be fine and give the judges the best tango they’ve seen today. I’ve just got to get going and not think too much.”
I laughed quietly at his nervous determination but nodded as I squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Alright then, let’s give it our best Deuce.”
He nodded, carefully squeezing my hand in return but staying silent as he inhaled deeply. His nerves were at odds with the fact that I was surprisingly relaxed even as I leaned against him to enter our starting pose for the dance. 
The melancholy tune was only just beginning to filter into the room, signaling the start of our performance as I realized a very simple truth. I trusted Deuce implicity. 
The lights all went off , save for one which spotlighted us, and we slowly began to move.
We both already knew that every motion had to be elegant and graceful while also being filled with a sort of heartbroken longing. Instead of letting the music guide us, we had to embody the beauty and ineffable sorrow portrayed by the tune. 
So we did. Moving across the floor with a trained grace that, had I not already practiced with the young man, would’ve startled me.
I could hardly imagine the amount of time Deuce must have put into his practice. I’d feared for his ability to pass this course, what with the difficulty of the dance and the incredibly intimate hold, but I should've known better. 
Even if Deuce wasn’t the fastest to pick up on lessons, he was more determined than most and he’d surprised me before.
It was strange to realize how much faith I placed in Deuce, but then I supposed that it also made sense. I’d gone through overblots and all sorts of disasters with him, Ace, and Grim. By now trust was natural, even when he was holding me aloft in an incredibly difficult hold before setting me back down with an impressive level of gentleness.
But that was something I knew that Crewel had really drilled into his head. The importance of handling his partner with exceeding amounts of care and tenderness. And his carefulness showed in our performance, making it an oddly reverent tango. 
And that suited Deuce in a strange sort of way. Because Deuce, despite the way he argued with Ace and his less than favorable background, was uniquely gentle. It was always him that was asking if I was alright if anything went wrong and stepping in if I felt even the slightest bit of discomfort towards a situation.
To be gentle was in his nature, but it was also in his nature to have a certain intensity to him that lent itself well to the tango. In reality, that intensity came from how determined he was to succeed and how hard he’d been pushing himself throughout this class. But I knew that for anyone watching, it would like a passion that befit the dance we were performing.
My eyes stayed locked with his much of the time that we spent dancing, only looking away when I was spun to put my back to him. Even as he lifted me with ease by merely my arms to spin as with me still upright and my legs curved carefully to enhance our spiraling motions our eyes stayed locked. Him looking up at me with an expression that spoke of deep understanding and me looking down at him from where he held me up and over his head.
It would have been easy, in many ways, to speak during our performance, but when it came right down there were no words. There was nothing to say to one another as we spun and stepped elegantly around the floor. Only separating for the briefest of moments as I feigned walking away only to be pulled back against him as if he couldn’t bear for the two of us to be apart.
It was a strange experience, to dance in such a fashion with Deuce of all people. Strange enough that I completely lost track of time as I concentrated on our meticulous movements.
It was almost a surprise when I realized that we were nearing the end of our performance as he carefully sat me down from the final lift where I’d been hanging limply high above his head. Supported by one of his hands being placed flat on my back while his other had been wrapped around my calf.
As the song ended with trembling notes from the strings, he pulled me across the floor and I leaned both towards and against him with my arms wrapped around his neck and my hands pressed to the back of his head. There were mere inches between us and yet he swung me over across and in front of him before I draped myself backwards into a languid dip where I hung in his arms.
The  ease with which he had moved me spoke of incredible strength. 
Strength that he’d exerted careful control and restraint over throughout our performance. Strength that made me feel a sort of poignant vulnerability as I hung almost limply from his embrace.
The song trailed off and the room fell both dark and silent. For a brief moment it seemed that there was little else in the world but us. It was a feeling of gentle oblivion. And then the student body erupted in cheers.
Deuce lifted his head from its mournful position on my chest with a wide smile as he pulled me back upright with an ease that had me yet again questioning if I was sure his signature spell really was Bet the Limit and not some sort of super strength endowment.
He received a passing score. Full marks for the most touching and heartbreaking Argentine tango they’d ever seen. Crewel himself had delivered the score, wearing a proud smile not unlike that of a father’s as he’d spoken.
But the real payoff came weeks later when Deuce was called by his mother who’d received the video. She was beyond overjoyed and had apparently told the rather flustered first year that it reminded her of how she’d danced with his mysterious father.
Ace was, of course, beyond insulted that while he had flubbed numerous classes and only just passed, Deuce had passed his first class with supposed ease.
It seemed that only me, Crewel, and Miss Spade knew exactly how much effort the young man had put in. And I could not have been more proud or amazed at the talent and determination Deuce had shown.
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