#and guest appearance of Neige and the dwarves

[wonderlandhour]

*talking about how to deal with the magical monsters during halloweek*

Yuu: Leona, call your brother. We need to borrow Cheka. Does anyone else have any young children we can borrow?

*Everyone else, confused*

- The Next Day -

Cheka, wailing: why are you ruinin the pirate ship! I really wanted ta see it!!!

Magicam Monsters: *panicking because they're being recorded and shamed for making a kid cry*

Ruggie: this is fucking genius

Leona: *proud af of his future mate girlfriend and nephew*

[aetheve]

one step, two step.

ballroom dancing with them.

cast: vil schoenheit, rook hunt, epel felmier, and neige leblanche.

warnings: reader assumes the female part of the dance, they are still gender neutral however. this is a rewrite of my 'dancing with them' series on @junoie.

other parts: heartslabyul and diasomnia.

ViL SCHOENHEiT! wasn't one to keep his mouth shut when you made a mistake, it was irritating. you rolled your eyes at each correction that escaped his lips, making it clear you'd ignored them. occasionally you'd step on his foot, a warning for some of his more harsher reprimands.

you'd learned how to ballroom dance properly in your world, you were sure he just felt awkward in the silence. after it was time for him to twirl you around, you assumed position again, except this time you pulled the dormleader close, so you were eye to eye.

"be a dear and keep your pretty lips shut would you?" you glared, irritatedly. you maintained your smile, which scared the dorm leader further.

"well... that was uncalled for." he mumbled, fixing his posture and looking anywhere but you.

ROOK HUNT! smiled at the familiar melody played by the orchestra. he looked away from those he was conversing with, scanning the crowd for your familiar face. his eyes lit up more than they were lit a mere moment ago when his eyes met yours, looking for his among the guests.

he excused himself from the conversation, slipping past the proper people between the both of you. he was stopped on multiple occasions, all of which were ladies looking to dance. each time he politely declined, glancing up at you and smiling at the laugh you tried to conceal. he wondered how helpless he looked in that moment.

eventually he found himself before you, out of breath and words. he studied how different you looked in formal attire, as well as your hair which was styled accordingly. the hunter took your free hand into his own, lifting it to place a delicate kiss on the back, "je suis désolé, mon cher, i took a while to get here... but will you allow me the honor of this dance?"

you rolled your eyes at his way with words, placing your drink on the table. "you shall," you smiled, allowing him to whisk you away among the dancing people.

EPEL FELMiER! was relieved that you weren't much better than him at dancing. he didn't particularly appreciate the amount of time you stepped on his feet, but he'd take it. his face felt warm, from both tiredness and embarrassment, as the eyes of the pomefiore dorm leader studied your movements.

"'m sorry." he mumbled, burying his face into your shoulder. despite not being able to see, your movements remained graceful as ever from the hours of repetition. you felt him place a little of his weight on you, allowing you to guide him in the dance.

"sorry about what, my love?" you hummed, closing your eyes as well. you let out a sigh, feeling the pain of the heels you wore on your feet. despite them not being high, they still hurt a lot nonetheless.

"i dragged you into all this," epel looked up, in order to twirl you around. you could see how apologetic he was just by looking in his eyes, you couldn't help but chuckle.

"it's not a problem, dear." you kept your voice low, "i've always wanted to learn to ballroom dance... plus, i wouldn't want my love to dance with another would i?"

the boy smiled at your reasoning, his movements becoming sharper as well.

"i don't know what happened, but keep this up!" vil clapped his fan against his palm, the both of you letting out a sigh at his words.

NEiGE LEBLANCHE! subconsciously fixed his hair again, despite there being nowhere for him to check his appearance. he wanted you anniversary to be special so he asked the dwarves for assistance, but he couldn't help but feel this was a tad bit overboard.

he heard his breath hitch at the sight of you. you walked down a rose petaled pathway, holding the hand of one of the dwarves. he was too focused on you to see who, he didn't realize that you were in front of him until you let out a laugh at his lovestruck state.

he sheepishly smiled, extending forth a hand; an unspoken request to dance. as if on cue, the moment you took his hand a pleasant tune played from somewhere outside of the small gazebo you two occupied.

you tried not to laugh at how determinedly he stared at you while you two danced, falling into step with him. you rested the side of your face against his chest, catching sight of the dwarves and animals that helped put this together. you glanced up, letting your thoughts slip, "you're such a dork, it's adorable."