Dancing In The Dark Blaise Zabini

dancing in the dark → blaise zabini

blaise zabini x fem!reader

notes → in which blaise zabini changes the outcome of your night at the yule ball. ravenclaw intended reader

warnings → possible inconsistent personalities, still figuring out the characters, uploaded from my phone so might be weird

     this was not what you were expecting when ron asked you to the yule ball. you had no clue that he had no intention to dance or have any sort of fun. he just sat next to harry, the two of them sulking together. it was embarrassing and dreadful. you didn’t know if you should just leave him and join your friends on the dance floor, or sit silently next to him. bored out of your mind, you were relieved when harry began trying to make small talk with you.

     “so… y/n. how’s cho?” he leaned forward in his chair to ask you. you buried your face in your hands and groaned when you realized he didn’t want to know anything about your life, just about your friend he was madly in love with. it hurt you more than you’d like to admit. you had been preparing for this day for the majority of the year. you had chosen the perfect dress, took an hour alone perfecting your makeup, and had been using intense skincare months in advance to make sure you had clear, smooth skin for this event. and even worse, you were over the moon when ron asked you of all people. you had always found him attractive, and now your image of him was shattered.

     “you two are unbelievable…” you muttered, on the verge of tears. you couldn’t take it anymore. standing up, you rushed to the nearest bathroom, finally begging to cry. falling to your knees on the floor of the bathroom, you sat and cried over your ruined night. maybe it was vain and shallow to cry over such a thing, but you were just a fragile teen girl. who were they to ruin your big night? the chosen one and his loyal sidekick. what a bunch of bull. the door opened suddenly, revealing a stunning black dress. it had beautifully detailed beaded flowers, clearly belonging to someone of wealth. you looked up to see the owner of the dress, which happened to be pansy parkinson. her eyes widened in shock when she saw your broken state. you were never really close with pansy, but she was always there when you forgot your eyeliner, and you always made sure to lend her a quill when needed. she sat next to you in divination last year, but you only considered her a ‘school friend,’ not somebody you would hang out with at hogsmeade or have a sleepover with. still, she was the one who walked in on you.

     “y/n…” she knelt down in front of you, lifting your chin up to look at her. “what happened to you?” she asked, sincerely. you tried to speak, but could only choke on your words. she sighed. “c’mon, let me get you cleaned up. you can’t spend your whole night moping in here.” if only she knew, sobbing in the bathroom was at the bottom of your bucket list for tonight. pansy made you sit on the countertop as she wiped your runny mascara away and powdered your face to hide the fact that you had been crying. 

     “there you go. good as new. your dress is gorgeous by the way.” pansy smiled, admiring her work and even throwing you a compliment. she pulled you off of the sink, and dragged you out of the bathroom, over to her friends. your sorrow was wiped away as you danced and laughed with pansy. you were having so much fun, you didn’t even realize you were close to bumping into a certain slytherin boy until it was too late.

     “oh my goodness, i’m so sorry! i didn’t see you there.” you apologized, turning around to face blaise zabini. he towered over you, and as he looked down at you, you couldn’t help but feel intimidated.

     “no worries.” he shrugged it off, smiling slightly. you caught yourself admiring his sharp features, getting lost in his eyes. “say, y/n, i thought you had a date with that gryffindor boy? where’d he run off to?” blaise asked innocently, unaware of the redhead in question who was sitting slumped in a chair at the back of the room. way to kill the mood.

     “um… it didn’t really work out…” you laughed awkwardly. blaise grinned.

     “that’s good to hear. i was going to ask you but it seemed he got to it first. not to worry. i take it you would’ve said yes to my proposal with how flustered you are right now.” he admitted. your eyes lit up, embarrassed at how he so blatantly called you out on your heart-eyes.

     “you mean it? you would’ve asked me?” you asked, in awe of him.

     “well, i’d be lying if i said i didn’t have you in mind when they announced the yule ball.” you could feel your face heat up as he confessed this to you. you never would’ve thought that a man such as blaise zabini would ever take interest in you. he was practically perfect.

     “dance with me.” you blurted out, throwing away your pride. you wouldn’t waste another second. this was what you had been waiting for for forever. blaise only smiled as he slid his hands onto your hips, swaying with you to the music. if you died now, you’d die a happy girl. you danced the night away with the group of slytherins. your night might not have gone as planned, but it turned out to be everything you wanted and more. pure perfection. 

     and you couldn’t think of a better way to end the night then sitting in a little nook in the slytherin common room, looking out the window into the lake. someone’s ‘the cure’ record was playing dimly in the background. conversation with blaise wasn’t dull, he was certainly a charming gentleman. very quick witted, a trait you liked about him. after a while the two of you ran out of things to talk about, and eventually, you drifted off, with blaise’s breathing as your lullaby.

     somehow, someway, you woke up back in your dorm, after getting a pillow thrown at you by your friend mandy. quite a rude awakening. your eyes fluttered opened and you groaned, confused as to how you were where you were, and why you were getting a pillow thrown at you.

     “did you sleep with blaise zabini?!” mandy demanded, standing over you.

     “who told you that?” you asked, rolling onto your side and closing your eyes.

     “well when he shows up to our 

dorm room in the middle of the night with you in his arms… it sort of implies that you fell asleep at his place.” cho intervenes, sitting on her bed right next to yours. you sighed.

     “i didn’t sleep with him, mandy. i just fell asleep on top of him. that’s as far as we went.” you explained, but mandy didn’t but it.

     “well what happened to ron?” padma asked, joining the conversation. you sighed again.

     “he’s… a douche. sat in the back of the room all night. pansy saved me and i pretty much hung out with the slytherins all night.” you admitted.

     “so that’s how you ended up with blaise…” said mandy. you hummed wordlessly.

     “lucky you.” cho sighed out. and she was right. you were extremely lucky.

— coral icons | the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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i need fanfics asap plssss

Ok but was anyone else obsessed with that badass butch in tbosas

better in the dark → coral

coral!tbosas x reader

a/n → i have the feeling that my writing has been getting progressively worse (it’s getting short and sloppy + my grammar is slipping) because i’ve been trying to write so much all at once lol so i maybe just maybe will take a short break before posting anything else

notes → in which you savor some of the last moments you will have with coral before the games, even though you can hardly see her. feminine intended reader

warnings → possibly the WORST thing i’ve written (but i still want you to read it lol), sorry guys, inspo is low at the moment. very very ooc coral in my opinion. not edited & uploaded via iphone

     coral’s hands brushed yours as she reached them through the bars. you allowed her to grab onto them, shivering at her icy touch. even though it was the middle of a rather hot summer, nights still grew chilly.

     “we’ll meet again tomorrow morning to have a final goodbye.“ you informed her in a whine, she hummed in response. for some reason, saying it out loud hurt. but the ache in your heart seemed to waver as coral reached a hand up to cup your face, causing you to look her in the eyes for the first time tonight. you were afraid that if you made eye contact with her you wouldn’t be able to let her go, but it was too late now. mentally, you cursed yourself for how fast you got attached to people. in the two weeks that coral had been in the capitol, you were sure you had fallen in love with her. and maybe you had been looking at her through rose colored glasses, but even then, rose colored glasses had no effect in the dark night. deep down you knew you had fallen for her. 

     no matter how much time you spent preparing her, there was no guarantee that she would win the games. out of the other girls, sure, she was one of the strongest. but the guys were what you worried about. reaper and tanner posed a huge threat to the girl, but coral assured you that she could handle it. not to mention jessup, who was easily the biggest and strongest tribute of them all. your mind was working overtime as you brainstormed all of the different ways she could win, and the possibilities of her being killed. you were so focused that you hadn’t realized you were biting your lip, almost to the point of drawing blood. it wasn’t until coral began gliding her thumb over your knuckles that you were taken out of your trance.

     “what’s wrong?” she asked you, mildly concerned. 

     “just… thinking about what could happen out there.” you admitted, eyes softening.

     “i told you already, baby, don’t you worry about me. i’ve got it covered.” she smiled reassuringly at you, though you could hardly tell because of how dimly lit it had become now. it was almost like the moon was hiding from you. you felt as if she was far too calm for someone in her situation, it irked you. while you had been beyond anxious all day on behalf of coral, here she was, all mellow in the face of death. maybe it was just a facade on coral’s part, but you felt helpless at the fact that you didn’t know how to properly help her.

     “but coral, i’m your mentor!” you reminded her, as well as yourself. bringing up your status reminded you that falling in love with a district tribute would be more than looked down upon in your society. “it’s my job to worry about you-“ you stated, but were cut off as she pulled you closer to her, pressing her lips to yours. you melted into her touch, unable to stop yourself from leaning in closer. but sadly, the kiss seemed to end as soon as it started.

     “that shut you up,” she teased, smirking. 

     “you can’t just… you can’t just do that!” you complained in a huff, pouting.

     “you won’t allow a dead woman one last kiss? you monster!” coral joked, chuckling silently.

     “don’t say that either, coral. you’re not going to die.” it seemed more like a bitter attempt to convince yourself rather than coral. besides, you were supposed to be the cynical one here, not her. but then again, she had every right to feel that way. when twenty-four go in and only one comes out, it was easy to feel hopeless. who were you to dictate how she felt? you felt like a terrible, entitled person, and maybe you were. but coral seemed to look past that. you avoided her eyes once more, looking down at your shoes instead in guilt.

     “i’m just joking, pretty girl.” she remarked, but her tone seemed more solemn now. your eyes wandered back to hers. silence hung in the air as a few moments passed.

     “is it bad that i might love you?” the question slipped from your mouth in a single breath. 

     “yes,” was her grim reply. it broke your heart to hear, even if she was probably right. but that didn’t stop her from pulling you close once more, pressing her lips against yours passionately. thank goodness for the dark. if she had seen you in this moment with your nose runny, puffy, red eyes from crying so much, and cheeks flushed, you were sure you would die of embarrassment. but all your emotions seemed to flutter away when she was this close to you now. when her lips were on yours, nothing in the past, present, or future mattered, it was just coral and you.

flicker in the dark → coral

coral!tbosas x reader

notes → in which you meet the tribute you will be mentoring, and she turns out to be something you never would’ve expected. feminine intended reader though i do not know if pronouns are brought up.

warnings → y’all, she is so over the top ooc… (i molded her character after vi from arcane lol 🙈) not edited & uploaded via iphone!! i also haven’t written in months lol

    trailing behind your fellow mentor and dear friend, lysistrata vickers, you couldn’t help but grow anxious of the impending meeting with the tribute you had been assigned. nearing the zoo where the tributes were being kept in this year, your heart rate sped up. the practice of mentoring a tribute was something that had never been done before, so nerves were on edge. and on top of that, the thought of the twenty-four district children being kept on display in a monkey house was enough to make you shiver with disgust. though, it was not much better than the horse stables they had been kept in prior to this year. if you were lucky, your tribute would be willing to cooperate with you like coriolanus’ girl, lucy gray, had. thoughts swamped your brain as lyssie dragged you to the front of the cage, about to part ways with you to find her respective tribute, the hulking district twelve boy.

     “y/n, you have nothing to lose here. we’re simply here to help them get through this as easily and… painlessly as possible,” she said, muttering the last phrase with underlying bitterness. both lysistrata and yourself were not fans of the hunger games. the prospect of dehumanizing and stripping the rights, as well as dignity, away from children your own age was safe to say, unappealing. with the war long over, shouldn’t the killing have ended by now too?

     “i know, lyssie, i just…” you paused, averting your gaze, “don’t know if i’ll be able to face her knowing what she’s about to go through. to think she’s our age, too… it’s… i don’t know how i can even help her.” you couldn’t find the words to accurately form your thought, but lysistrata understood.

     “i get it, i do. just show her what you brought her.” lysistrata patted you on the back and wandered towards the side of the enclosure that her tribute resided in. it didn’t take long to spot your tribute, who’s name you learned to be coral. her fiery red hair could be pinpointed from a mile away.

     you sighed, slowly walking up to the metal bars of the enclosure. “coral?” you tried, catching the attention of some tributes sitting closer to the bars, but not coral. pausing, you pursed your lips and tried again, calling out for her louder. this got the attention of her district partner, mizzen, who nudged coral. she looked up at mizzen and he nodded towards you. unsure of what exactly to do as they both glared at you, you waved sheepishly. coral gave a look to mizzen, then stood, striding over to where you were standing.

     as she reached the bars, you had to shift your gaze upwards to look her in the eye. “and who might you be, doll face?” she asked, her tone condescending as she eyed you up and down.

  “hi, i’m y/n, i’ll be your mentor for the games.” you stuck your hand through the bars to her and attempted to introduce yourself, but realized that the hand you had offered was holding the bag of items that you had brought for her. you quickly placed it down for a second to properly shake her hand, only for her to ignore the gesture and continue to stare expectantly.

      “mendor, huh? so rainbow girl was right after all.” you nodded in agreement, assuming she was referring to lucy gray. “so what are you gonna do for me?” you paused, thinking of the best way to put it.

     “i’m going to try my best to help you win. and take care of you, of course.” the look she gave you made you think you had three heads, and you shrunk under her gaze.

     “i’m sorry, sweetheart, but how are you going to help me?” she almost laughed.

     “well, my job as a mentor is to introduce you to the public, to make you more appealing so that people will want to watch the games.” you explained.

     “appealing, huh. am i not already?” coral asked mockingly, criticizing your choice of words. she moved forward to grip to bars and stooped down boldly to be eye to eye with you. you stuttered, quickly looking away in embarrassment.

     “i mean- yes- but that wasn’t what i meant, really!” you quickly tried, but she simply laughed at you. regaining her posture, she glanced at the bag you had set on the floor.

     “and what’s this?” she queried, urging you to pick it up and show her.

     “i brought you some food!” you offered, “you should really eat if you want to make it into the arena with enough strength to fight.” you tried, which was a dumb, obvious statement, but it seemed like a safe bet.

     “i appreciate the sentiment, sweetheart. but you don’t know what i need and don’t need.” despite the nickname, her tone was brimmed with hostility. you didn’t blame her for refusing the food, your very essence reeked of privilege, and you could tell she wasn’t one to accept pity favors. the stark contrast of your ironed uniform and manicured nails next to her unwashed attire and nails covered in dirt was off putting. you could not imagine how she felt being here, being forced to play a losing game. and on top of that, the ones who had put her in this position claimed to want to help her. the war was hard for everybody, but your family had managed to pick itself back up off of it’s feet. on the other hand, families in the district had to pay the price for lives they did not take.

     “i’m just trying to help, coral, really. these games are- they’re horrible. if i had a choice i wouldn’t participate. but i don’t. so the least i could do is help you get through them.” you spilled your opinion to her in hopes that she would accept the sustenance. picking the bag up off of the ground, you unzipped it, allowing her to take a look at the food you had brought.

     stuffed full of homemade chicken and cheese sandwiches, as well as some other miscellaneous foods sitting closer to the bottom, it was evident you had spent time trying to organize food for her to have. she glanced at the bag, then whipped her head around towards mizzen, calling him towards her. he approached and she showed him the arrangement of foods. you saw his eyes light up and you couldn’t help but feel helpful, as small a gesture as it was.

     “i don’t know if they’ve fed you or not, but…” you trailed off, allowing them to take a few of the sandwiches and an abundance of fruit, as well as a hardboiled egg or two. peering around at the rest of the tributes, some of which had been staring at the bag of food, you realized that if you were to give them the whole contents of the bag now, others would try to steal some. and while that was not necessarily a bad thing, considering your guilt for them in this situation, you had made these strictly for coral, and mizzen was just a part of the package. “coral, maybe you should eat these now. i don’t think it’s the greatest idea to hand over all of the food right now.” you suggested. she quickly realized what you meant and plopped down to the floor, egg in mouth and mizzen close behind. as you looked down at her sitting criss-cross in shock, she gestured for you to take a seat as well. it was like a picnic of some sorts. the odd, repulsive sort of one, but a picnic nonetheless.

     the pair made no effort to make conversation as they chowed down their food, and you couldn’t blame them. you twiddled your thumbs in silence for a solid twelve minutes before anyone had spoken up. scoping out the rest of the tributes, you realized that coral was a very strong contender compared to some of the other girls. the thought that the odds may be in her favor brought a smile to your face. “thanks, cupcake.” coral was already on her feet before you could even process the statement. you stood, dusting the dirt off of your uniform before smiling at coral.

     “it’s what i’m here for. i’ll try to check in as much as i can. there’s some events that the gamemakers are planning, too. they want to hold one on one mentor-tribute interviews, a tour of the arena, as well as an additional interview that will be aired to panem.” you informed her and mizzen, who made sure to stand close by.

     “so this won’t be the last i see of you?” she asked.

     “most definitely not.” you confirmed, nodding.

     “good.” she winked, turning away with mizzen in tow. from the interaction, she proved to be quite the enigma. despite her circumstances, she still had a confident, collected, and enticing aura about her, leaving you in awe, if not more.

she/her. manic pixie dream girl. twee revivalist. geek. theatre kid. may baby. new girl on the block. citizen of district seven. ravenclaw. glader. sugar, spice, everything nice

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