Drawings Of The Pack From The TBOSAS Movie I Did On Twitter That I Didnt Post Here So Here They Are :)

Drawings of the Pack from the TBOSAS movie I did on Twitter that I didn’t post here so here they are :)

— coral icons | the ballad of songbirds and snakes

no credit needed :-)

kingdom come → treech

treech!tbosas x reader

notes → in which your lover gets ripped away from you, and you’re left with mere memories, a promise, and a locket. feminine intended reader. i am a district seven girly FOR LIFEEE. when i was making a plan for a cato fic on wattpad, reader was ofc from seven ✨

warnings → me giving characters angst alert part two!!! not edited & uploaded via iphone

     “treech!” you giggled as you chased him in the woods you called your backyard. you heard him laugh as he leapt over a stream. attempting to follow him, you slipped, accidentally landing in the shallow water. luckily, you had your rain boots on. the red rain boots with hand painted black polk a dots that reminded you of ladybugs. on the other hand, your ruffly dress was not so lucky, soaked with water, dirt crawling at the hems. treech whipped around at the sound of you splashing, and offered a hand to help you up. you giggled as you took his hand. “thank you, my knight.” you teased, beginning to walk back to your home.

     “anything for m’lady!” treech declared, raising his arm triumphantly. your youth was filled with heartwarming moments like this. days spent playing with treech in the woods when the two of you were kids. and when you grew into your teenage years, long, meaningful conversations filled with laughter and secrets with each other after treech finished working. you had known treech your whole life, best friends for fifteen years and lovers for three, he was a part of you. 

     today, the day of the reaping, your mother had laid out an old striped dress of hers. the once colorful stripes had faded into something dreary, but the dress fit you like a glove. it was common knowledge in the districts that children should dress nice for the reaping. not because it was some momentous occasion, but because what they wear then might be the last thing they wear ever. dressing them up for their funerals, a devastating truth. treech met you outside, and he tilted his hat to you when you stepped out of the door. 

     “m’lady,” he greeted, providing his arm for you to latch onto. “well don’t you look ravishing,” he mused, and you curtsied at his compliment, before looping your arm through his. you were treech’s pride and joy and he made sure to treat you as such. the boy was more than happy to show you off, parading you around the streets of seven. the two of you chatted lightly about the days events as he guided you to the town’s square, located a mile and half from your house. eventually you had to part ways with him, but not before you left a quick peck on the cheek. he wore the kiss on his face boastfully as he joined the group of boys to your left. you smiled, finding your own place in the crowd of girls. the process went as normal, a few small announcements made before the female tribute was reaped. her name was lamina, a beautiful tragedy wrapped in a vest, but not anyone you recognized.

     your breath hitched as they called for the male tribute. it had happened so fast. you had never been this overwhelmed. they called treech’s name. your treech. you allowed yourself to hyperventilate for a few moments before catching sight of the boy slowly walking towards the front of the hall of justice. district seven, being one of the largest districts, had thousands of kids piled into the town square, separated by gender. out of the entire population of seven’s youth, it never occurred to you that your boyfriend could be the unlucky victim to be reaped. 

     struggling to control your breathing, you leaped into action, shoving your way through the crowd of girls to the pathway down the middle of the block. treech, still in shock, made his way down said pathway rather hesitantly, as if in disbelief that he had really been reaped. his eyes were scanning the crowd as he passed, stopping for a moment as he met yours. in an instant, you reached forward and grabbed him, pulling him into a hug before any nearby peacekeeper could intervene.

     “i love you, treech. i love you, i love you, i love you!” you repeated, sobbing into his jacket. his arms wrapped around you tightly, not wanting to let go.

     “i’ll win this, y/n, for you. i’ll see you soon, it’ll only be a couple days, just you wait.” he mumbled his promise to you. you pulled apart, woefully wiping away the lipstick mark on his face, cleaning him up for the cameras. there was no doubt that the entirety of the capital was watching you now. what must they think of the spectacle you had created? were they intrigued? disgusted? at this point, the peacekeepers had made their way to him, dragging him onstage.

     “treech!” you objected, reaching out for him. another peacekeeper lightly knocked you backwards, a pitiful expression adorning his face. the girls nearby, some you recognized and some strangers, held the same expression. none spoke, just stared at you. keeping your eyes on the ground, you creeped back to your spot in the crowd. soon enough, peacekeepers were hauling your boyfriend into the hall, and more were beginning to clear the square, forcing you to make your way back to your place of residence. unbeknownst to you, treech had slipped a token in the pocket of your dress before he was pulled away. it wasn’t until halfway through your agonizing, lonely trek back home that you noticed it. it was a dainty, wooden heart shaped locket. patterns had been intricately carved into the surface, no doubt by the careful hands of your loving treech. you traced the patterns with the pads of your fingers, tears staining the wooden block. 

     you clutched the locket, a newfound hope seeping into you, as you held onto the promise that he would win. for you.

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.

fireworks and first loves → blaise zabini

blaise zabini x reader

IMAGINE → taking an impromptu trip with blaise to your hometown in america and watching the fourth of july fireworks with him.

     “c’mon!” you laughed, dragging him further down the boardwalk. 

     “jeez… y/n, y’know, america’s independence day is not something we typically celebrate in london.” he groaned sarcastically, far less enthusiastic than you were about the fireworks. you had dressed him up in red, white, and blue, and even tried getting him to try and talk with a generic, southern accent (which he failed at miserably). you rolled your eyes and brought him to the edge of the pier, leaning over it and waiting for the fireworks to begin.

     as they started, blaise couldn’t help but turn his attention away from them, looking at you instead. the colorful fireworks illuminated your smiling face and the ocean breeze was blowing your hair. blaise’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. you were perfect, his other half. at this moment blaise realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

     “aren’t they pretty?” you asked in awe. he never tore his eyes away from you.

     “yea. yea, they are.” he smiled.

     “i love you, blaise.” you turned your head to face him, smiling softly.

    “i love you too.”

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.