The ballroom dancing fic as promised
>On your way back from work you notice a poster for a event held in an old historical ballroom
>There's a ballroom dancing competition with a $2000 prize
>You suddenly get an idea
>Kronii’s been complaining about her pc for a while now
>It keeps on fucking up her streams and she’s really been down in the dumps as of late
>You could help her build a new one with that prize money
>You tell her about it when you get home
>She’s not sure
>She’s never been a great dancer and she’s terrible with crowds
>Come on Kronii, you’re not that bad
>You turn on some waltz music and stand her up
>”Anon, please I--”
>You take her hands in yours, before moving in step with the music
>She blushes hard as she nervously shuffles
>You look into her eyes and smile
>She slowly begins to join you, keeping in step with you and the music
>She smiles back for the first time in a three days
>She gets tired and has to sit down
>She tries to hide how flustered she is, “I guess we could try.”
>The next two weeks are spent taking lessons on how to properly dance
>You memorize the steps, the positions, where your hands and feet should be
>You’re a quick learner but fumble a lot
>Kronii laughs whenever you do, teasing you to keep up
>Her haughty demeanor fails when trips and falls
>You’re by her side in an instant
>She’s fine but you notice her trying in vain to cover her embarrassed face
>Soon enough the time for the ball comes around
>You’ve managed to rent a ballroom suit just for the occasion
>You look yourself over in the mirror, adjusting your bowtie which never seems to be stay straight
>”Anon, I’m not so sure I want to go. These things have never really been my forte.” you hear her lament behind you
>You take a break from your tie to look at her through the mirror
>Your jaw drops as you drink in the sight of her
>She’s wearing an elegant blue gown that ethereally flows behind her. More importantly, she’s let down her hair
>She’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen
>You reassure her, “We’ve practiced for this for two weeks. We can’t just quit now.”
>She seems to think for a moment, “Alright, let's do this.”
>The building is a wonder of architecture despite its old age
>Whoever was running this had money to spare
>You helped Kronii out of your car before handing your keys to the valet
>You led her up the marble steps and entered the ballroom
>Crystalline chandeliers hung from the ceiling while the walls were adorned in gold that some brightly in the light
>All around, couples were dancing along to the live orchestra near the back of the room
>Some tables off to the side display lavish h’orderves and snacks while waiters offer glasses of champagne
>You take a seat and snatch two glasses from a nearby tray, handing one to Kronii
>You slowly sip the bubbly drink, eyeing the room
>Everyone has near perfect form, each movement probably practised a thousand times
>You look back to Kronii, idly sipping away at her champagne, trying her best to move away from the crowd
>She wasn’t going to hide away from the world today
>She barely had time to set her drink down before you took her hand and whisked her away
>”Anon, what if we’re bad? What’s everyone else going to think if we screw up? What if I fall again?” Kronii nervously sputters
>You chuckle, “Then I guess I’ll have to catch you.”
>She blushes softly before nodding
>You place your left hand at the small of her back while you hold her left hand with your right
>With a one, two, three, four you step in time with the music, dancing around each other in the golden light of the ballroom
>You twirl her in your arms, laughing at every missed step and cue
>You watch as her nervousness gives way as her giddy expression changes to that of pure joy
>You happily dancing in each others arms, uncaring of what the world thought as you listened to the music swell
>You locked eyes with Kronii, a single tear of joy running down her cheek
>She gives you a quick kiss as you continue to dance
>After a while you sit back down, just in time for the announcement of the start of the competition
>Couple after couple took to the floor, all perfectly in sync with each other, movements flowing like air
>You couldn’t help but feel that they all felt the same
>They all felt boring
>It even seemed the judges agreed with your sentiment as they lazily held up their numbered signs, barely staying awake
>Soon enough it was you and Kronii’s turn
>You can feel her nervousness as her hands tremble in your arms despite the light smile on her face
>Your voice is no louder than a whisper, “Hey. We’ll be alright. Worst case scenario is you walk out of here with a sore back.”
>Then just like that you’re dancing
>You mix in some excessive twirls and and maneuvers
>You glance at the judges
>Whatever it is you’re doing has gotten their attention
