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Barbie Dance by Alexander & Veronika Voskalchuk
Barbie Dance by Alexander & Veronika Voskalchuk
One Last Dance
"Can I have a dance?"
A man with a pitch black mask covering the upper half of his face asked me. His face was very pale and his lips were thin.
Looking in his twinkling dark eyes, I felt like I've seen them before.
"But I can't dance." I said.
I wouldn’t have come to the ball if it weren’t themed as a Victorian London one. There is something I find really interesting about the Victorian era.
"Oh Darling!" the man said with a charming smile, "Let me take the lead."
This time I knew for sure I’ve heard that same voice saying the exact same word, “Darling!”
Unconsciously I gave my hands to his. We moved to the dance floor. He put his hand behind my back and pulled me closer.
I was oblivious to my surrounding. The only thing I was looking at was his pitch black eyes. The lights reflected in them as we move along the music. Hours after hours past. But we did not stop. I could not remember when was the last time I felt that much happy. We laughed, we danced and kept staring at each other’s eyes.
A sudden flashback cross my mind. I was dancing with my beloved surrounded by the dark woods. Our laughs were the only sound we could hear.
I pulled away and gasped, “You’re him.”
He came closer to me and whispered, “And you’re her, my mellilla.”
Read Part 2 Here
One Last Dance- Part 2
Requested by @queenofautumn
I’m sorry this took me some time to write. I was very busy with my school lately.
Read part 1 here
We escaped to the nearest wood, hand in hand. I remembered how we used to dance in the dark wood casting all our fears aside. I felt the same kind of fearlessness took over me.
We sat down. I looked him in the eyes and asked, “how are we alive after all this years?”
“Can’t you tell?” he came closer and rested his hand in mine.
It felt like the force of our loves had diminished the inevitability of death and death couldn’t part us. I knew it. I felt sure about it.
“We’re reborn” he began in a whisper, slowly rising the voice by each syllable, “just to be together.”
“And this time,” said I, “no one can stop us.”
Let me take you dancing
࿔ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ🦋͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔
Summery: dancing with Todoroki and bakugou but also them fight (for you)
Ships: todoroki x y/n x bakugou
Words: 280
Rating: sfw
Todoroki sweeps y/n by the wrist. Pulling her to him in a slow, graceful manner. His head slides to hold her waist and his head dips to whisper in her ear
"Follow my lead"
And with those three softly-uttered words, he begins to guide her in one of the most elegantly-executed salsas to possibly exist. His composure is shockingly collected as he spins her around and she surrender herself to fully to the music. But more importantly, he looked at her blurred her surrendings into irrelevance. It seemed as though his charm had created a whole aura about him, one which exuded an almost magnetic force
Her heart raced.
"Oi oi oi"
Y/n abruptly snapped out of her dreamy reverie when a very familiarly raspy interrupts from behind. She yelp, jumping on instinct. Bakugou takes advantage of this as he steals her from Todoroki's grasp and whirls her around so she's flush against the broadness of his chest as the beat hits. He's going so fast that the poor girl could barely catch it. But he flashes the smuggest of smirks at Todoroki.
Bakugou's dancing is a sharp, but definitely not unwelcome. compare to todoroki's, It's faster, more aggressive, and she feel as though she's a conjoined flame of passion. He dips her, and one blink later, y/n is back in Todoroki's arms. He twined his fingers into the space between hers as he smiles at her endearingly, only to snap his head towards bakugou with one of the coldest glares she had ever seen him give, in return Bakugou give Todoroki one of his coldest glared. Y/n gluped sensing the arua.
"Oh boy.."
Buy me ko fi please?