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coffeewithcutcaffeine · 9 months ago

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hello my darling lin <33 missing you loads.

can you please share your favourite cătălina headcanons? i've been thinking about her way too much lately.

hope you're living your best life my beloved 💓.

My dearest Lizzie! Thank you so much for sending this precious Ask my way — it absolutely made my freaking month! I hope life is treating you with utmost kindness and generosity. I miss you and adore you so much! 🥰️❤️️

I could not really choose any of those cute little HCs I have for my modern-day female characters since life in the 15th century did not allow much space for all those hobbies and affections we have today. As I expand her story in more detail, something might come to mind with time. Instead, let me humbly offer some bits about her that I either might not get a chance to fully explore within the story or will elaborate on in more detail later on in my writings (some parts are hence more spoiler-free). ✨

Without further ado, let me introduce you to Miss Cătălina!

FAMILY:

Cătălina is born on January 26, 1432 in a small village near Târgoviște, the capital of Wallachia. She is the youngest child and only daughter of Costea and Maria.

She has Bulgarian roots from her mother’s side. Maria’s ancestors fled Veliko Tarnovo and came to the region of Dâmbovița in the early 14th century.

Cătălina’s mother tragically dies during childbirth, leaving her without the opportunity to know her. All Cătălina has of her mother are the memories shared by her father and elder brothers. Her parents’ marriage was a loving one, and Cătălina unquestionably inherits not only her mother’s beauty but also her astute mind. This resemblance to his late wife is why Costea always has a special affection for his beloved daughter.

Cătălina will always remember her father as a compassionate and honest man, the first man she truly loved. After the death of his beloved wife, he vows never to remarry. Costea strives to raise his daughter to become a respectable young woman with the right virtues but finds it difficult to refuse any of her requests — as a result, she learns to ride, practice archery, and read and write, just like her brothers. He rationalises these decisions by hoping these skills might help her secure a good marriage in the future, but the truth is that he simply struggles to say no to his daughter. He is also Cătălina’s first lesson on how to wrap a man around her finger. He is killed during the recapture of the Giurgiu fortress in 1445, and Cătălina keeps his sword as a remembrance for the rest of her life.

She has three elder brothers, two of whom die at a very young age. Her eldest brother, Stan, is killed during the Battle of Varna in 1444. The middle brother, Costea, whom Cătălina is closest to, is brutally murdered when a tragedy befalls the family in 1447. Only the youngest brother, Dumitru, lives to old age — he even outlives his sister.

Ironically, Cătălina’s family is quite closely tied to Vlad’s years before their relationship starts. At the time of her birth, Cătălina’s family belongs to the class of moșneni (i.e. freeholders who farm their own land), but after Vlad’s father becomes the voivode, and Cătălina’s father proves to be of great aid to his ruler, the status of the family is elevated to that of petty nobility. Two of the siblings even befriend two of the Drăculești.

She feels the absence of her mother most strongly when she starts transforming into a woman herself. Her menarche is a traumatic experience for the little girl — she begins to panic and fear that she is dying, and only a kind housemaid placates her and explains to her the workings of her changing body. She also grieves this loss when she becomes a mother because not only does she suddenly find herself in this new role, but she also longs for guidance and advice from her own creator.

Adjusting to motherhood initially requires more time and effort from her, and it is one of the struggles she buries deep down and never confesses to anyone. Her first son is born when she lives in a very unfamiliar environment, which leaves her feeling melancholic and helpless. She even finds herself slightly envious of Vlad, who seems to adapt to fatherhood with more ease. (He is just as terrified but helped take care of two younger siblings and was even fully responsible for his baby brother for a period of time, so he simply has more experience with children. Other than that, he also has a lot of figuring out to do.)

She is a very nurturing and loving mother but, at the same time, the stricter parent of the two (which is a reason for recurring jokes between the two brothers when they are older as they sometimes affectionately call her Spătar — the person responsible for military affairs and second in rank in the army after the voivode). She is also playful and active, ensuring her lively boys are never bored. When they mature into men, they never hesitate to defend her on any occasion.

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS:

Despite a previous horrific experience, she grows to love sex and appreciate it as something through which comes pleasure, love, and new life. Her first sexual experience is with Vlad, and the way he treats her as her sexual partner significantly influences her perspective on these matters. She has the space to fully and freely explore her own preferences and pleasure, she is never shamed for her desires and needs, she feels safe and her boundaries are respected, she receives pleasure as well as gives it. Her body is appreciated for how it is and what it can achieve.

Loving Vlad wholly and selflessly does not mean she does not consider the pros and cons of their relationship. She desires to live in a certain type of security and have a certain status which her position grants her. Being a ruler’s mistress means that she always has to be watchful and careful, it is a life of danger and intrigues, and so she compensates for that with the benefits her role brings. She will never allow anyone to make her feel guilty about it.

She never blindly, wholeheartedly believes any man, be it Vlad or later her husband. Cătălina can love with all devotion and passion, yet will always try to hold onto some kind of Plan B should circumstances fail. She knows that being able to rely on herself is the only way to save her life — and rightly so, because it saves her numerous times.

The one thing Cătălina has a difficult time coming to terms with is when Vlad finally gets engaged. All her life, she has known he cannot marry her and will have to marry someone else one day, but because he is avoiding marriage most of the time, it is just some vague notion at the very back of her mind. When that moment finally comes, she cannot help but feel it will change everything. Their relationship is forcibly ended soon after he gets married.

She marries a very kind and good-natured man who loves her dearly, is very protective of her sons, and lets her keep the kind of freedom she is accustomed to, but the marriage is far from happy. She will never grow to love him the way he wishes to be loved and will always feel somehow shackled in that relationship.

PERSONALITY:

She is the type of person who brims with life. Though living in a very grim and violent world, she tries to seek out the small pleasures of life. There are things that fill her with joy and a sense of freedom, and she holds them close to her heart and protects them.

She sometimes has a tendency to resort to harmless pettiness, but those are often the occasions that grant her a feeling of having the upper hand for at least a while.

Under certain circumstances, she can become extraordinarily vindictive, even cruel. If she or her loved ones are wronged or hurt by someone, she will not rest until she sees that person punished.

At the height of her time as the Voivode’s concubine, many people perceive her as a calculating and ambitious woman. That is partly incorrect as she very rarely shows interest in political affairs. Most of the time, she tries to avoid interfering in these things and refuses to try to sway Vlad’s opinion on any matters. She is only calculating and ambitious when it comes to her personal affairs — her and her family’s well-being, or protecting something or someone dear to her. That does not mean she does not have a strong stomach to navigate through the politics of the time. She also appreciates that some people consider her to be dangerous as it brings a sense of safety.

In terms of showing anger, she is the polar opposite of Vlad. He is quite short-tempered and tends to be explosive and tempestuous, but becomes cold and detached when his anger reaches its peak which signals that things have gone too far. She tends to be more aloof and icy when angered and becomes explosive only when things become too much to bear.

She loves being a woman but despises being treated as inferior and having limited options in life because of it.

SELF:

Despite the times and circumstances not favouring women, she becomes quite educated thanks to her father. She speaks the Wallachian dialect (graiul muntenesc), can read both the Romanian Cyrillic alphabet (used to write the Romanian language until the 1860s) and Old Church Slavonic (literary language for official correspondence), and write in the Cyrillic alphabet.

Cătălina takes great pride in her long and beautiful hair and cares for it diligently. She religiously applies expensive, fragrant oils on it, even washes it with herbal extracts during warm months to lighten it a little and give her chestnut locks a reddish tinge. (Since Wallachian fashion of that period completely concealed the body, I believe hair was really the only thing a single woman could flaunt.)

She has always longed to see the sea, but never gets the opportunity in her life. That also happens to be the only promise from Vlad that has never been fulfilled.

When she feels angry or hopeless, she saddles up and rides.

She loves good food. Girlie adores it and will never not indulge in it.

#ask reply #( oc: sanctuary )#elaborating on this and actually putting the visions into words was so thrilling #this literally made me love her 1000-times more than before

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ofpetrcvas · 1 year ago

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❝ you and I, both know i could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time . ❞

𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : katherine pierce ›› doppelgänger ›› nina dobrev .

❛❛ aesthetic. ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― they say the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons , and my darling, you were so kind and beautiful before they dragged you to hell , the tragic memory of the girl she locked away to keep her safe , she could sing pretty melodies on the unmade bed . ― ◜ ❏ . ― →

𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

name . . . . katerina petrova / katherine pierce

nicknames . . . . kat ,

age . . . . 21/500+

sexuality . . . . heterosexual

date of birth . . . . june 21st

place of birth . . . a village in bulgaria

gender . . . . cis woman

pronouns . . . . she + her

current location . . . . beacon hills , CA

languages . . . . english , latin , french , bulgarian , german , italian .

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

zodiac . . . . gemini

bad habits . . . . killing anyone for anything / mostly to survive

hobbies . . . . drinking , partying

fears . . . . being alone

other mentionable details . . . . it's important to note that katherine is currently the queen of hell

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

faceclaim . . . . nina dobrev

height . . . . 5'7''

hair color . . . . brown

eye color . . . . hazel-brown

scars . . . . n/a .

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

parents names . . . . mrs. petrova ( mother / deceased ) + mr. petrov ( father / unknown )

parents relationship . . . . katherine's father was horrible and she hated him . as for her mother , she was close to

siblings names . . . . 1 older brother

pets . . . . n/a

income . . . unknown

residence . . . . katherine is staying with a roommate ( W.C )

𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

― pretty much all is canon with tvd and the end of the season . you can find HERE . Except Hell was never really destroyed and katherine is still the queen of it .

― Coming back to life katherine still holds her crown and the destruction of mystic falls is blamed o n her . she runs hell for those who actually deserve it and is not a bad ruler but being as vengeful as she is , she also takes those that wronged her . Its implied that she has begun reshaping Hell to be a better place, holding receptions for newly-condemned souls

#beaconhillshqintro

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druidx · 2 years ago

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Directors commentary for havens ember

Hey Ray!

I am assuming you want commentary for the overarching series and not, like, something about all 21 completed fics within it 😅️ (Though having said that, I think you might be getting a bit of an essay anyway).

My Modern, No Powers, Everyone Lives AU, aka Haven's Ember series, came about while I was in the middle of having a crisis about My Blade for Thee, Your Son to Be (Martin is a Blade AU) and how much work that silly little idea was going to be.

@mishkakagehishka posted that she was craving some "Martin Lives" AU fic, so I - because I needed a distraction - said I would have a go. But, you know, the end of Oblivion is pretty definite. I couldn't see a way around it, so boom - we now have a Modern/ No Powers AU, because Martin is then saved by modern medicine and is not turned into a Godly avatar. Then @arcane-elder-scrolls requested some Bodyguard fluff be tucked in, so that became the basis for The Birthday Party.

In My Blade for Thee, the Prisoner wasn't going to feature much - that story was due to end as soon as Uriel took his last breath. Which meant that they could be recycled. Since I'm incapable of turning my brain off, I already had a good idea that this Prisoner would be young, chirpy but troublesome, and working for the Grey Fox.

When the Modern HoK first turned up, it was jumping out of a black Land Rover with the name Sophie Williams. The first The Birthday Party turned directly into angst, which was not the prompt, so it was scrapped. When I started re-writing The Birthday Party, the HoK was inexplicably called Aderyn Griffiths, but they were the same person: slender, auburn hair, devil-may-care attitude and, well, spoke like I do on the casual. I thought it would be interesting for this HoK to have a legal name and a preferred name that was completely different, so it stuck.

Why did you start writing the Main Quest line? Because I can't turn my brain off. After finishing The Birthday Party, I kept thinking about the final scene in Oblivion, and how it would translate into the Haven's Ember world. And, obviously, I couldn't just write the end and leave it at that. No, no. I had to write the whole damned lead-up to it as well, which has become The Ruby Falls. But I will say I had shove to do it from the above two, and @strosmkai-rum, otherwise I might not have attempted it.

Didn't The Ruby Falls start off called Haven's Ember? Yes, it did. To start with, the Main Quest story (that bastarding (affectionate) thing which is currently pushing 190K words) was called Haven's Ember, and for a very brief while the series was called Ruby Falls. But I was never happy with them like that. "Haven's Ember" is too cosy for a story about tragedy, and "Ruby Falls" sounds cataclysmic, right? So I swapped them over and now I think they're both spot on.

Why is Haven's Ember set in Great Britain and the EU? Because it's where I live. I thought about Americanising it, but it would have been the United States you get in the movies - Genericsville, IL/NY/CA/WTF. I know the UK; I do not know the States.

Why is it 'modern' as in Earth modern, not Nirn modern? *Cries in 'I didn't know it was an option'*. By the time I realised that was a possibility, I was already knee-deep in worldbuilding for The Ruby Falls and it was either commit or die. So I committed.

If it's set in GB, why is Baurus still American? I'm sorry, have you not heard Michael Mack's voice? One doesn't mess with perfection, darling.

If Baurus is American, why isn't Martin? Again, have you not heard Sean Bean? He's from Yorkshire; thus too is Martin, and this is a hill I will die on.

And why is Belisarius Bulgarian? Because @strosmkai-rum asked nicely. She also asked for someone to be Greek, but I never got that far down the list of Blades. Maybe it's Cyrus, IDK yet.

What sexualities have you got going on in this? Martin is bi, Baurus is gay, Caroline is lesbian, Aderyn is ace, Arcturus and Cyrus are queerplatonic. I think that's it off the top of my head.

What did you do with the Thieves Guild? They became GreyFox Securities (GFS), a digital and physical security firm. The Grey Fox is still called the Grey Fox (a la security personnel not giving their real names) and he still wears the hood. Aderyn is a Physical Penetration Tester, which is someone who put's a building's security through its paces and then reports back what needs to be changed. I have had so much fun researching this.

What's the most fun toy you've found that you want to give yourself Aderyn? Earrings that let you unlock handcuffs. There's also a bracelet that contains micro-lockpicking tools. And a kit that lets you scan RFID cards... Honestly, I shouldn't be let loose on TeamRed's webstore without supervision.

... I think I'm out of stuff to add. I, uh, hope that answers your ask? 😅️ Thank you so much for the opportunity to ramble about an AU that has been occupying my brain since 2020. I'm more than happy to carry on if you've got anything specific you want to know.

🫖️🌿️

#meta writing #TESFic #oblivion fanfiction #oblivion fanfic #tes oblivion #The Elder Scrolls #modern oblivion au #haven's ember series #wip 'the ruby falls'#oc aderyn griffiths #hero of kvatch #martin septim #baurus #The Blades #answered ask #spiteswallow #I didn't know what details you wanted so you got e v e r y t h i n g #meta wandering words

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vamossainz55 · 2 years ago

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Hiya, I just saw your post about posting your wallpaper, lockscreen, and the last picture you took. The last picture of the red string, this is a tradition I also do, and I wanted to know where you're from because it's not a tradition many countries have. The tradition my county has is that you wear a red and white string for the duration of March, and you hang up the string when you first see a blossomed tree and you make a wish.

hiii darling ❤️,

i am actually indonesian/spanish but two of my closest friends from my university years are bulgarian, so i always get one when im with them/see them in march 😊. i really love it since its my fourth year doing it i think? i think they call it martenitsa

i love learning about everybodys cultures and i feel like its so special ❤️.

idk if you’re comfortable with sharing but where are you from? im curious!! and what other traditions do you also have?

#vamossainz55 answers #about niks !#anon ask

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hybrid-royalty · 2 years ago

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"Happy fucking Mothers Day you absolute hater. I love my mama, bitch."

"Oh the ways in which we insist on marking the days and years, little moments to catch the passage of time as though it matters at all. How amusingly juvinile, darling."

"Sure let's celebrate Elizabeth. Let's speak of the woman who was there for you when you scraped your knee on the playground. Or who took you to rehearsal and protected you from every single record executive. Let's discuss the woman who made you chicken soup when you were sick and who made your third grade teacher commit suicide for making you cry."

"Sound familiar? No? How about we look to the future, a little bulgarian vampire who desperately wants to love you but will never see anything but me in your eyes. Katerina can play a good game, but it's me she hears in your temper. It's me she sees in the blood dripping down your chin. It's me that she prays over in the middle of the night that she won't see again, but still I haunt her in you."

"So yes, go, celebrate your mother. But never forget your family oath of forever and always."

#Verse: Family Ties #baby-royalty #answered #TW: suicide

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taleswrittena · 2 years ago

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@itsacrowd sent “ take me dancing tonight . ” - From Faith

Lips curl up in amusement as Faith demands to be taken dancing and how can she refuse her? She's going to look drop dead gorgeous wherever they end up going dancing and Faith is all hers, everyone in the place will be jealous and oh, Katherine can't wait.

She might even get some fun out of it. If anyone so much as looks at Faith wrong, perhaps she'll end their miserable life. Faith may be the Slayer, but Katherine is still a predator, and there is no taming this vampire.

"How can I deny you, skŭpa moya? Of course I will. The question is - what kind of dancing are you looking for? Clubbing or something more sophisticated? Name it, we'll go. I could use some fun."

#feel free to reply!!#also translation: she said my darling in bulgarian #itsacrowd #katherine interactions

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veronica-17-hood · 3 years ago

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a request <3

a letter from jason, enjoy ;)

mi amor.

hi my darling Ev,

i know it’s been a while, a really long while and i’m sorry for that. though i hope you enjoyed the cursive my love, that’s the only phrase i can write even halfway decent.

you are probably worried sick about me, a whole month no calls, no letters, no nothing. which i hope you understand.

i’m currently writing this is a dark room, pretty sure B is trying to emulate an actual cave in order to get back into his mojo but who the hell actually knows.

he told me time and time again no outside contact, super stealth mission, so stealth he made me take off the red from my uniform.

i know you just gasped.

yes, he made me take off the red helmet, the red bat, hell even the red fucking gloves he made me shove in a duffel bag.

i look like i’m going to a funeral. it’s so sad.

i probably look so dorky right now, i’m hunch in a corner with a small light trying to write this for you. i’m speaking my words out loud trying to make it seem like i’m having a conversation with you.

i miss you so damn much.

i miss your smile, your laugh, the ways your eyes twinkle when i made those stupid jokes or start ranting about fictional characters i despise.

i miss the way you jump in my arms every time i get home, or the way you slump into them everyday after work and you hearing you complain about your boss.

i miss the way your lips feel. i miss seeing them turn up and get all red after even the smallest linger of a kiss.

i miss the way you used to patch me up, trust me B isn’t as fun when it comes to stitches.

i just miss you, so so fucking much.

i’m sorry that dick can’t give you much information as to what we are doing or where we are headed. but as long as you don’t go telling the Bulgarian embassy that we are wandering around their streets at night i think i can go ahead and tell you we are wandering around Bulgarian city streets at night.

i know you just snickered and shook your head at me, don’t do that pretty girl.

B is going to get up soon.

i know this letter is short, i know you need more than a few lines of my handwriting. i know that you need me, because Ev i need you a million times more.

he’ll kill me if he sees me writing this, but he’ll understand. he sent a morse code message to selina earlier tonight, thought he was being discreet.

but then again he thought he was being discreet dressing up as a bat and roaming gotham.

there you go, i got you to smile.

at least i hope you smiled at that or else the smile on my face really has no reason to be spreading so much warmth across my chest.

i can just seen you looking at me, big old doe eyes crinkling as you smile at me doing some domestic task, teasing me, loving me, making me finally feel home.

you are my home darling.

my safe place, my love.

it shouldn’t be long now, few more days, weeks tops.

please know how much i love you.

i know i don’t say it much when i’m there, but i hope you know i love you, with everything in my body and soul.

i hope you feel it too. feel the love that makes my heart swell and pump out of my chest.

because i do. i love you.

i’ll be back to you soon, mi amor.

forever yours,

jason

#batfam #batfam au #jason todd #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #batkids #jason todd x y/n #soulmates #dick grayson #jason todd headcanon #dc comics #red hood #batfamily #bruce wayne #dc fandome #headcanon #letters #mi amor

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volumina-vetustiora · 2 years ago

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ok I'm gonna add totally unneeded commentary here

what I, a second gen Greek immigrant (with Greek citizenship, who visits often) think of these foods personally:

Gyros - my love, my darling delicious greasy meat feast, impossible to get the real thing anywhere but Greece in my experience and sorely missed

Moussaka - tourist food, sorry, maybe if I liked aubergine more

Gemista - delicious, and that's a lot coming from a carnivore like myself; they're technically vegan but massively improved by feta

Dolmades - I am not crazy about these. you want a greasy leaf?

Pastitsio - literally like my grandmother used to make and so flawless in my eyes. it's like if moussaka was good

Saganaki - take the best cheese and fucking fry it. I go rabid over the versions with honey

Gigantes - best bean dish. in the world. *starts a war with Mexico* (also greatly benefits from feta, actually most savoury food does)

Bougatsa - I am cursed with chocolate addiction but I can see the appeal

Kalamarakia - toddler me went insane for these; he was right, it's just that I've eaten fancier seafood now

Papoutsakia (which means "little shoes" by the way) - my dad loves these, and one time I saw this girl eating a cheesy aubergine and had a Balkan Moment (she was Bulgarian)

Find the best EU dishes polls masterpost here

Pictures of the dishes under the read more

Gyros

Moussaka

Gemista

Dolmades

Pastitsio

Saganaki

Gigantes

Bougatsa

Kalamarakia

Melitzanes papoutsakia

#greece #poll #tumblr polls #food

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fantasynamesbymeforyou · 3 years ago

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Heart Names

Heart names is finally done! Sorry for the wait. I'll get started on werewolf names now :-)

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Ajeishandiin - m/f (Diné bizaad) heart of sunshine

Akzhurek Ақжүрек - m/f (Kazakh) white heart

Albadr - m/f (Arabic) full moon heart

Aljoscre - m/f (Slovenian) heart of a helper, heart of a defender

Altanzürkh алтанзүрх - m/f (Mongolian) golden heart

Ambelibi - m/f (Amharic) heart of a commander, commander of hearts

Atihandayani - m/f (Javanese) encouraging heart

Bihotzaran - m/f (Basque) heart of the valley, plum heart

Bronderyn - m/f (Welsh) bird hearted

Buninima - m/f (Romanian) good heart

Coralucero - m/f (Spanish) heart like the morning star

Coraquila - m/f (Latin) eagle heart

Coracruz - m/f (Portuguese) crossed heart

Coroure - m/f (Catalan) oak heart

Cœuralix - m/f (French) noble heart

Croíeimh - m/f (Irish) lively heart

Cuorumile - m/f (Italian) humble heart

Delshad دلشاد - m/f (Persian) cheerful heart

Dilayāda ਦਿਲਯਾਦ - m/f (Punjabi) the heart remembers

Dilhozan - m/f (Kurdish) heart of a poet

Dilmadhu दिलमधु- m/f (Hindi) sweet heart, honey heart

Dilnur Дилнур - m/f (Tajik) heart of light

Dilshad دلشاد - m/f (Urdu) happy heart

Dzuwamtima - m/f (Chichewa) sunshine heart

Eukardiá ευκαρδιά- m/f (Greek) good heart

Eun-ma-eum - m/f (Korean) kind, merciful, charitable heart

Faraimwoyo - m/f (Shona) rejoicing heart

Fatutala - m/f (Samoan) heart's story

Ferehauk - m/f (Frisian) peaceful heart

Fridhjerte - m/f (Norwegian) peaceful heart

Galihmulya - m/f (Sudanese) noble heart

Gönülşen - m/f (Turkish) happy heart

Gulchiora გულჩიორა- m/f (Georgian) heart of a darling child, little bird heart

Guṇḍeyuva గుండెయువ - m/f (Telugu) young heart

Häerzluss - m/f (Luxembourgish) light heart

Hartiede - m/f (Dutch) heart of the people

Hartszis זיסהארץ - m/f (Yiddish) sweet heart

Hatigemi - m/f (Malay) modest, careful heart

Herzengel - m/f (German) angelic heart

Hjartadí - m/f (Icelandic) jeweled heart, adorned heart

Hjartfrid - m/f (Swedish) beautiful heart, beloved

Hotepib - m/f (Ancient Egyptian) content heart

Jiwamulia - m/f (Indonesian) noble, honorable heart

Junko 淳心 - m/f (Japanese) pure heart, pure soul

Jürökjyrgal - m/f (Kyrgyz) heart of happiness

Kaipo - m/f (Hawaiian) the sweetheart

Kamonari กมลอารี - m/f (Thai) kind, generous

Kèanlò - m/f (Hatian Creole) heart of gold

Korore - m/f (Esperanto) heart of gold

Lànhtâm - m/f (Vietnamese) good, gentle heart

Levamit עָמִיתלֵב- m/f (Hebrew) heart of a friend, friendly heart

Māiangakau - m/f (Maori) capable, brave heart

Manamulya মনঅমূল্য- m/f (Bengali) invaluable heart, invaluable mind

Mirserce - m/f (Polish) peaceful heart, heart of the world

Modemerre - m/f (Middle English) ruler of all hearts

Moyoimani - m/f (Swahili) faithful heart

Muṭuhira मुटुहीर - m/f (Nepali) diamond heart

Nyingpodechen སྙིང་པོབདེ་ཆེན - m/f (Tibetan) heart full of great happiness

Okanayọ̀ - m/f (Yoruba) joyful heart

Perasrce Перасрце - m/f (Serbian) heart of stone

Pelothato - m/f (Sesotho) heart's will, heart's desire

Qalbinur - m/f (Uzbek) light heart

Santumotema - m/f (Lingala) heart of a saint

Sencridhe - m/f (Scots Gaelic) old heart

Sercanika сэрцаніка- m/f (Belarusian) little heart of victory, heart of a beloved winner

Sirtvoski - m/f (Armenian) heart of gold. Also: Sirtvosgi

Slávasrdce - m/f (Slovak) glorious heart

Soam-po - m/f (Malagasy) good heart

Somchay ສົມໃຈ - m/f (Lao) worthy heart

Srceajnija - m/f (Bosnian) mirrored heart

Srcekrsta - m/f (Croatian) crossed heart, cross my heart

Südalvi - m/f (Estonian) heart of an elf

Śud'daya ಶುದಯ - m/f (Kannada) pure heart

Sunqispi - m/f (Quechua) free heart

Sŭrtsevalia сърцевалия- m/f (Bulgarian) strong, healthy heart

Sydänvieno - m/f (Finnish) gentle heart

Szívarany - m/f (Hungarian) heart of gold

Tehuelpiwke - m/f (Mapuche) brave heart

Tīrsirds - m/f (Latvian) pure heart

Tshepelo - m/f (Tswana) hopeful heart

Toýürek - m/f (Turkmen) wedding of hearts

Udobi - m/f (Igbo) peaceful heart

Vəfaqelb - m/f (Azerbaijani) heart of loyalty, heart of faithfulness

Xinyi 心怡- m/f (Mandarin Chinese) heart of joy

Yollotzin - m/f (Nahuatl) beloved heart

Yuvāhr̥daya युवाहृदय - m/f (Marathi) young heart

Zemërgreis - m/f (Albanian) heart of grace

Zucisadau - m/f (Hausa) hearts coming together

-------------------------------- FEMININE --------------------------------

Aixin 爱心 - f (Mandarin Chinese) affectionate heart

Albahija - f (Arabic) happy heart

Amkamon อำกมล - f (Thai) concealed heart

Atiajeng - f (Javanese) beautiful heart, heart's desire

Atsuko 温心 - f (Japanese) warm heart

Aylenpiwke - f (Mapuche) ember heart

Aýürek - f (Turkmen) moon heart

Bashnukh - f (Abkhaz) good heart

Benerib - f (Ancient Egyptian) sweetheart

Bihotzerua - f (Basque) heart of the sky, heart of heaven

Bonaria - f (Sardinian) kind hearted, gracious, sweet natured

Calonerys - f (Welsh) heart of a lady, heart of a queen

Chanchay ຈັນໃຈ - f (Lao) moon heart

Coracima - f (Portuguese) heart of the protector

Coralesia - f (Corsican) heart of a helper, heart of a defender

Corangela - f (Spanish) angel heart

Corazónanda - f (Galician) brave heart

Corcreena - f (Manx) wise heart

Cordora - f (Romanian) longing heart

Coregula - f (Latin) ruler of hearts

Corjoia - f (Catalan) heart of joy / heart jewel

Cœureine - f (French) heart of a queen

Cridheibhlin - f (Scots Gaelic) desired heart

Croídan - f (Irish) pure, faithful, sincere heart

Cuoradele - f (Italian) noble heart

Delvese - f (Gilaki) heart's desire

Dibeajei - f (Diné bizaad) lamb heart

Dilaila لیلیٰدل - f (Urdu) heart of night

Dilamiṭhā ਦਿਲਮਿੱਠਾ - f (Punjabi) sweet heart

Dilaram دلارام - f (Persian) quiet, peaceful heart

Dilawje - f (Kurdish) ballad from the heart

Dilazima Дилазима - f (Tajik) persevering heart, my heart will persevere

Dilina दिललीना - f (Hindi) united hearts

Fatuario - f (Samoan) platinum heart

Galihendah - f (Sudanese) beautiful heart

Gönülnaz - f (Turkish) coy heart

Gulali გულლალი - f (Georgian) ruby heart

Guṇḍedivya గుండెదివ్యా - f (Telugu) divine heart, heavenly heart

Gupse - f (Circassian) healthy, good hearted

Häerzallin - f (Luxembourgish) noble heart

Hartsuri שרההארץ - f (Yiddish) heart of a princess

Hartizra - f (Dutch) favorable heart. Also: Harthyrza

Hatintan - f (Malay) diamond heart

Haukalea - f (Frisian) noble heart

Herzeleide - f (German) heartache, sorrowful heart

Hjartalva - f (Swedish) elf heart

Hjartrún - f (Icelandic) heart's secret

Hjertebba - f (Danish) heart of a wild boar

Hjerteira - f (Norwegian) heart of mercy

Hr̥dayadvika हृदयअद्वैत - f (Marathi) unrivaled heart, unique heart

Hr̥dayāśā ಹೃದಯ - f (Kannada) heart of desire, heart's wish

Kardiro καρδιρώ- f (Greek) heart of a hero

Jihyam-po - f (Malagasy) delicate, sensitive heart, heart's whim, heart's thrill

Jiwanisa - f (Indonesian) friendly heart. Also: Jiwannisa

Jürekerim жүрекгерім - f (Kazakh) wonderful heart

Jürökay - f (Kyrgyz) moon heart

Kècheri - f (Hatian Creole) sweetheart, beloved heart

Kimyamoyo - f (Swahili) silent heart

Könülay - f (Azerbaijani) heart of the moon, soul of the moon

Korangakau - f (Maori) friendly heart

Levered וֶרֶדלֵב - f (Hebrew) rose heart

Libiniku - f (Amharic) heart jewel

Manamiṣṭa মনমিষ্ট - f (Bengali) sweetheart, adorable, honeyed heart

Ma-Eum-Suk 마음淑- f (Korean) good, pure, virtuous heart

Modrún - f (Old English) heart's secret, magic of the heart

Moduva - f (Middle English) dove heart

Mtimaoyera - f (Chichewa) pure heart

Muṭunisha मुटुनिशा - f (Nepali) heart of night

Mwoyodanai - f (Shona) summoner of hearts, call of the heart

Naaunani - f (Hawaiian) beautiful, glorious heart

Nyingpobrugmo སྙིང་པོདཔལདཀརམ - f (Tibetan) dragon hearted woman, woman with thunder in her heart

Obiamara - f (Igbo) graceful heart

Pelolisebo - f (Sesotho) whispers of the heart

Pelontle - f (Tswana) beautiful heart

Perokan - f (Yoruba) calmer of hearts

Qalbanot - f (Uzbek) velvet heart

Qalbedera - f (Maltese) heart of ivy

Rusteširdis - f (Lithuanian) smoldering heart

Sercaksana сэрцаксана- f (Belarusian) hospitable heart

Sercentla - f (Polish) noble heart

Sirdsarmīte - f (Latvian) frosty heart

Sirtirun - f (Armenian) heart of the little lady, heart of a princess

Srcemina - f (Bosnian) truthful heart

Srcena - f (Croatian) peaceful heart

Srcerna - f (Slovenian) serious heart

Srcevica срцебица - f (Serbian) heart's breath

Srdcedžamila - f (Czech) beautiful heart

Srdcetela - f (Slovak) noble heart

Südaile - f (Estonian) holy, blessed heart

Sunqurpi - f (Quechua) dove heart

Sürexkere Сүрэхкэрэ - f (Yakut) lovely heart, beautiful heart

Sŭrtsesirma сърцесърма- f (Bulgarian) filigree heart

Sydänaava - f (Finnish) open heart

Szívemese - f (Hungarian) mother's heart

Tâmkim - f (Vietnamese) golden heart, metal heart

Weetamoo - f (Wampanoag) sweet heart. Also: Weetamoe, Weetamou, Weetamore, Wetamoe, Wetamoo, Wetamou, Wetemoo

Xalwadne - f (Somali) sweet heart

Yoloxochitl - f (Nahuatl) heart of flowers

Zemërushe - f (Albanian) heart. Also: Zemra

Zucidara - f (Hausa) joyful heart

Zürkhulgana зүрххулгана - f (Mongolian) heart of a mouse

--------------------------------MASCULINE ------------------------------

Ajiebidziil - m ( Diné bizaad) his heart is strong

Albasil - m (Arabic) brave, valiant heart

Antehaug - m (Frisian) wrathful heart, zealous heart

Atiwiro - m (Javanese) heart of a hero

Aucapiwke - m (Mapuche) wild heart

Aurcalon - m (Welsh) golden heart

Bihotzilar - m (Basque) silver heart

Chixin 炽心- m (Mandarin Chinese) blazing heart

Coramaro - m (Portuguese) bitter heart

Corangelo - m (Spanish) angel heart

Corazónecho - m (Galician) heart of a man, manly heart

Corconn - m (Manx) wolf heart

Cordoru - m (Romanian) longing heart

Coreluziu - m (Corsican) heart of light

Coriol - m (Catalan) golden heart

Corullus - m (Latin) rustic, boorish, uncultured heart, heart of a beggar

Cridhealar - m (Scots Gaelic) cheerful heart

Cœurégis - m (French) heart of a ruler

Croíseaghdha - m (Irish) good heart. Also: Croíshay, Croíshea, Croísé

Cuorelmo - m (Italian) protected heart, heart's protector

Delabbas عبّاسدل - m (Persian) austere heart

Dilabhay लीनाअभय- m (Hindi) fearless heart

Diladalēra ਦਿਲਦਲੇਰ - m (Punjabi) bold heart

Dilatif لطیفدل - m (Urdu) gentle, kind heart

Dilmurād - m (Balochi) heart's wish

Dilolim - m (Tajik) heart of a scholar

Ebiowei - m (Ijaw) good, handsome, kindhearted man

Fatumalosi - m (Samoan) heart's strength

Galihagan - m (Sudanese) master of hearts, heart of a chieftain

Ganzürkh ганзүрх - m (Mongolian) steel heart

Gönülcem - m (Turkish) twin hearts

Gouehart - m (Afrikaans) wild heart

Gudisa - m (Abkhaz) rough, cruel heart

Gulevan გულლევან - m (Georgian) lion heart

Guṇḍeraj గుండెరాజ్ - m (Telugu) royal heart, heart of the empire

Häerzstoffel - m (Luxembourgish) heart of a boor

Hartselig סעליגהארץ - m (Yiddish) blessed, happy heart

Hartygo - m (Dutch) heart of thunder. Also: Hartycho

Hatelang - m (Malay) falcon heart, eagle heart

Heqaib - m (Ancient Egyptian) controlled heart

Herzulf - m (German) wolf heart

Hikangakau - m (Maori) friendly heart

Hjärtake - m (Swedish) heart of my father, heart of my ancestors

Hjartar - m (Icelandic) heart of a warrior

Hjertebbe - m (Norwegian) heart of a wild boar

Hjertenok - m (Danish) dedicated heart

Hr̥dayabhay हृदयअभय - m (Marathi) fearless heart

Hr̥dayajay ಹೃದಯಅಜಯ್ - m (Kannada) unconquered heart

Jiwaputra - m (Indonesian) heart of a prince

Jürekuan жүрекуан- m (Kazakh) rejoicing heart

Jürökalmas - m (Kyrgyz) diamond heart. Also: Jürökalmaz

Kamonsak กมลศักดิ์ - m (Thai) heart of power, honorable heart

Kardisotos καρδιΣώτος - m (Greek) heart of the savior

Kèvanyan - m (Hatian Creole) valiant heart

Khosipelo - m (Sesotho) heart of a king

Korodreo - m (Esperanto) heart of a man, manly heart

Lekchay ເຫລັກໃຈ - m (Lao) iron heart

Levamos עָמוֹסלֵב - m (Hebrew) burdened heart, heavy hearted

Libiwari - m (Amharic) heart of midnight

Longtâm - m (Vietnamese) dragon heart

Manasaṯ মনসৎ - m (Bengali) virtuous heart, honest mind

Matchitehew - m (Algonquin) one who has an evil heart

Ma-eum-ho 마음好 - m (Korean) good heart

Mihajam-po - m (Malagasy) esteemed, valued, carefully kept heart

Modamis - m (Middle English) friendly heart, heart of a friend

Modric - m (Old English) ruler of hearts, mighty heart

Motemelombe - m (Lingala) heart of a brave man

Moyuhuru - m (Swahili) free heart

Mtimakutha - m (Chichewa) heart of destiny

Muṭupal मुटुउपल - m (Nepali) opal heart, jeweled heart, heart of stone

Mwoyohondo - m (Shona) warring hearts, heart at war

Naaukoa - m (Hawaiian) heart of a warrior

Nyingposenge སྙིང་པོ - m (Tibetan) lion heart

Okankunle - m (Yoruba) the heart fills the home

Okohito 雄心仁 - m (Japanese) heroic and compassionate heart

Obidubem - m (Igbo) guided by the heart

Pelotau - m (Tswana) heart of a lion

Qalbanard - m (Maltese) heart of a brave lion

Qalbo'ri - m (Uzbek) wolf heart

Qəlbəsgər - m (Azerbaijani) heart of a soldier

Rahymýürek - m (Turkmen) kind, compassionate heart

Sercaleh сэрцалег - m (Belarusian) blessed heart, holy heart. Also: Sercaleg

Sercestek - m (Polish) serious heart

Şêrdil - m (Kurdish) lion heart

Shungudzemwoyo - m (Shona) yearnings of the heart

Sirdsaulis - m (Latvian) sun heart

Sirtakvor - m (Armenian) crowned heart

Srcelije - m (Croatian) sun heart

Srcemil срцемил - m (Serbian) rival's heart

Srcenes - m (Bosnian) friendly heart

Srcerok - m (Slovenian) heart's rest

Srdcevoj - m (Czech) heart of a soldier

Südaarne - m (Estonian) eagle heart

Sunquyuq - m (Quechua) noble heart

Sürexayaas Сүрэхайаас - m (Yakut) unbroken heart

Sŭrtsevolen сърцеволен - m (Bulgarian) free heart

Sydänarmo - m (Finnish) graceful, merciful heart

Szívambrus - m (Hungarian) immortal heart

Tuki - m (Tahitian) heartbeat

Ugniširdis - m (Lithuanian) heart of fire

Wadnaleeki - m (Somali) heart of a brave lion

Yarusrdce - m (Slovak) fierce heart

Yolotitzli - m (Nahuatl) obsidian heart

Zemëror - m (Albanian) heart. Also: Zemër

Zuciyirin - m (Hausa) iron heart

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mangora · 3 years ago

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I like seeing people’s headcanons for the characters’ full names so here’s my post (+ my hc ethnicities bc why not.)

Note: I’m mostly basing last names on like online research and not all last names correlate with ethnicity for a variety of reasons, so sorry if they’re not like accurate. And I didn’t have super strong opinions on some characters. Also nonwhite people can live in and originate from predominantly white countries for reasons like immigration or carriers of recessive traits for skin color, so when I say things like Alejandro and Mike are from Europe I’m not saying they’re white swearsies)

Gen 1:

Gwen: Gwendolyn Addams (German/British)

Duncan: Duncan O’Doherty (Scottish)

Courtney: Courtney Barbosa-Gonzales (Filipino/Puerto Rican)

Lindsay: Lindsay Beaudrie (French)

Heather: Heather Himura (Japanese)

Beth: Elizabeth Blaine (German/Polish)

Leshawna: Leshawna Ndiaye (African Canadian, family mostly has roots from Senegal)

DJ: Devon Joseph* Wright (Jamaican)

Cody: Cody Emmett Jameson Anderson (...duh)* (Idk British or something)

Noah: Noah Mudaliar (Tamil)

Harold: Harold Norbert Cheever Doris McGrady V* (Irish/Japanese)

Eva: Eva Bortsov (Siberian)

Izzy: Isabella Kennedy (Greek/Irish)

Owen: Owen Ellis (Mixed Western European)

Tyler: Tyler Cain (German [Hebrew])

Justin: Justin Alika (Hawaiian)

Ezekiel: Ezekiel Rudd (Norse/Dutch)

Sadie: Sadie Byun (Korean)

Katie: Katelynn Pakhrin (Nepali)

Geoff: Geoffrey Sawyer (Mixed Americanized Western European, mostly British)

Bridgette: Bridgette Langley (Same as Geoff)

Trent: Trenton Loveridge (Greek/Romani & Israeli)

Sierra: Sierra Wilde (Métis/Angolan)

Alejandro: Alejandro Burromuerto* (Spanish, ancestors are from various parts of Latin America)

Gen 2:

Mike: Michael Chiarelli (Italian [Sicilian with Western Asian ancestors]/Peruvian)

Mal: Mal Grimoire (Mixed indigenous Mexican, chose his own last name)

Svetlana: Svetlana Berezovsky (Russian)

Vito: Vito Valentino (Italian)

Manitoba: Manitoba Smith* (Murri/Koori)

Chester: Chester Young (Lithuanian/Mexican)

Zoey: Zoey Ahn (Korean)

Cameron: Cameron Corduroy Wilkins* (Mixed African Canadian, no clear roots)

Lightning: Rudolph “Lightning” Jackson* (Same case as Cameron)

Brick: Brick McArthur* (Scottish/Mexican)

Jo: Joanna Gryffon (Welsh)

Sam: Samuel Croft (Mixed Western European)

Dakota: Dakota Milton* (Venezuelan/British/French)

Staci: Staci Sweet (British & Swedish/German)

Scott: Scott Baur (Austrian/Scottish)

Dawn: Dawn Orion (Norse/Greek)

B: B. Keen (Egyptian/Ethiopian & Sudanese)(Adopted, canon dead name omitted)

Anne Maria: Anne Maria Ortega (Argentinian)

Gen 3:

Sky: Sky Oxendine (Cree)

Shawn: Shawn Torres-Vidal (Mexican)

Jasmine: Jasmine Maguire (Wangkatha)

Sammy: Samantha Lafitte (French)

Amy: Amy Lafitte (French)

Dave: Dave Shukla (Indian)

Max: Maxwell Delaney (Chinese/Welsh)(Adopted)

Sugar: Reese “Sugar” Houston (Mixed Western European)

Topher: Christopher Fitzroy (Mostly French and British)

Scarlett: Scarlett Fernsby (British)

Beardo: Badru “Beardo” Mohamed (Kenyan)

Leonard: Leonard Hart (Mixed African Canadian)

Ella: Eleanor Darling (British/Scottish)

Rodney: Rodney Feldman (German/Irish)

Gen 4:

Sanders: Jasper Elizabeth Sanders (Mixed African Canadian/Angolan)

MacArthur: Marsha MacArthur (I think the Valentina Escobar thing was total BS that’s just her mom’s name)(Scottish & Irish/Colombian & Mexican)

Dwayne: Dwayne Turner (Mixed Western European)

Junior: Dwayne “Junior” Turner Jr. (Same as Dwayne)

Brody: Brody García-Santos (Mixed Latino)

Mary: Maryam Yitzhaki (Israeli/Afghan)

Ellody: Ellody Mahir (Maldivian)

Emma: Emma Ozaki (Japanese)

Kitty: Kit Ozaki (Japanese)

Josee: Josee Lachance (French Canadian)

Jacques: Jacques Laurent (French Canadian)

Carrie: Caroline Lubomir (Bulgarian/Swedish)

Devin: Devin Linyang (Taiwanese)

Tammy: Tamara Burnside (Scottish)

Jay: Jason Durand (French Canadian)

Mickey: Michael Durand (French Canadian)

Crimson: Sarah “Crimson” Murphy (Mixed Eastern European)

Ennui: Simon “Ennui” Mayer (Romanian)

Miles: Miles Deniz (Turkish)

Laurie: Lauren “Laurie” Soleil (Turkish & French/Dominican)

Stephanie: Stephanie Armstrong (Mixed African Canadian)

Ryan: Ryan Mathura (Trinidadian)

Gerry: Gerald LaPointe (French Canadian)

Pete: Peter Manh (Vietnamese)

Lorenzo: Lorenzo Bandara-Whitaker (Sri Lankan/British)

Chet: Chet Frances (French/British)

Rock: Evan “Rock” Manson (Mixed Western European)

Spud: Andrew “Spud” Cooper (Mixed Western European)

Kelly: Kelly Fournier (French Canadian)

Taylor: Taylor Fournier (French Canadian)

Tom: Thomas Hemingway (British/French)

Jen: Jennifer Carrillo (Chilean/Laotian)

Notes: Chet and Lorenzo keep their last names the same, B and Max's last names are based on that of their adopted parents. Also, my headcanons change a lot. Also also, I'm really interested in world cultures but mostly self-taught on them so if you disagree for some reason or see something inaccurate/stereotypical lmk. Also depending on the character, they either use a nickname or chose their name themselves, in which case I don't want to give out their dead name/s. Also before someone corrects me on Bridgette and Geoff the creators have said they are both from California and came to Canada.

Edit 2: Edited recently because I realized I got some of the canon ethnicities wrong, also I’ve just changed some opinions or learned more about the etymology of names.

#I know there’s a lot of Brits but like there’s so many British names man #also Canada is very French and British #god I hate Brits #alex’s td rambles #might main tag later idk I wanna get opinions first

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theweasleysredhair · 5 years ago

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Ask Her [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 5000

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: George gets jealous when Cedric takes an interest in Y/n.

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: requested by nonnie, hope you enjoy my love! (also my first full george fic, feedback is appreciated!)

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“Y/n, wake up!”

“Hmm?” You mumbled as your eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the view in front of you, “What’s going on?”

“You need to get up, it’s nearly time to go!” Hermione announced loudly, before rushing up the stairs - most likely to wake everyone else up. You sat up on the couch you had fallen asleep on, stretching as much as you could before your hand hit someone.

You turned to see a familiar mop of ginger hair belonging to the younger twin and smiled. Your movement caused him to wake up, yawning as he sat up himself, in a half delirious sleepy state and looking more adorable than you’d ever seen him.

“Morning Georgie,” you grinned as you pushed the thin blanket off your legs. “Morning love,” George replied, his voice rough from sleeping.

You heard the sound of pans clanging together and stood up, heading towards the kitchen to help Molly with making breakfast.

“Good morning my darling!” Molly greeted as you entered the kitchen. “Good morning Molly, in need of any assistance?” You asked politely. “Don’t you worry, I’ve got it all under control. You couldn’t do me a favour and make sure Ron is up could you? I sent Hermione but I’m afraid it may not be enough.”

“Of course Molly!”

You made your way upstairs, finding Ron’s room and poking your head inside. Seeing that Harry and Ron were at least awake - although not yet out of bed - you headed over to Ginny’s room instead.

Finding Ginny packing and Hermione sat on her bed, holding a backpack on her knee, you smiled at them from the doorway.

Ginny looked up at you and smirked, “Any particular reason why I had the room to myself last night?”

“I found her curled up with George on the couch,” Hermione teased, grinning over at you as you sat down on what would have been your makeshift bed, rummaging through your belongings to find a brush for your hair.

You looked over at them as Ginny giggled, “We literally just fell asleep there last night. It could just as easily have been anyone else.”

“And he could’ve easily woken you up and got you in here but he chose not to, what does that say?” Ginny countered.

“Plus you woke up with a blanket around you both, who do you think did that?” Hermione added.

“Might’ve been Molly,” you mumbled, turning back to your bag and letting your hair fall into your face, hoping it was hiding the redness of your cheeks.

“It was George, don’t kid yourself!” Ginny shook her head as she went back to packing.

“Are you sure nothing happened hmm? Your cheeks are awfully red.”

“Nothing happened, nothing ever happens, you know that,” you sighed.

“But you want something to happen!” Ginny exclaimed, “You know you do!”

“I... I might,” you said lightly, pulling out your change of clothes and rolling your eyes as you heard the girls squealing and yelling, “I knew it!”

Once you’d all got changed, you headed downstairs for breakfast, shooting glares at them both to make sure they didn’t say anything, however you couldn’t stop them from wiggling their eyebrows when the twins entered the room, George taking a seat beside you.

You’d all left soon after, following Arthur who was leading the group into a field.

“Ron, where are we actually going?” Harry asked from beside you. “Don’t know,” Ron shrugged before yelling out, “Hey dad, where are we going?”

“Haven’t the foggiest, keep up!” was his reply, making you laugh.

The sun was just starting to rise, the crisp early morning air making you shiver a little as you followed Arthur’s lead across the large field, then through a group of trees. As you emerged into a clearing, you noticed a shorter man seemingly waiting under a tree for you.

“Arthur! It’s about time son!” the man called out as he walked over to meet you all.

“Sorry Amos, some of us had a sleepy start,” Arthur replied, shooting a pointed look over at Harry and Ron, making you giggle.

“This is Amos Diggory everyone! Works with me, at the ministry!” Arthur introduced you all. Suddenly, someone jumped down from the trees above you, making you jump and almost stumble back into George’s chest, who evidently was stood just behind you.

His hands automatically rested on your hips to steady you, “You alright there, love?” You turned to face him, wearing a sheepish smile, “Yep, sorry I nearly stood on you.” “If it means you’re this close to me, feel free to nearly step on me more often,” George said with a grin.

“‘Step on me more often’?” Fred laughed from beside him, “Bloody hell Georgie is that the best you could come up with?” George nudged Fred in annoyance and shot him a glare as he nodded to you. However, you were no longer paying attention as your focus laid on the extremely good looking boy who had just jumped down from the trees.

“And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?” Arthur asked the brunette boy.

“Yes sir.”

You shared a look between yourself, Hermione and Ginny, all of you thinking the same thing as you glanced between them and the good looking lad stood in front of you.

George narrowed his eyes as the group began moving on.

“Pretty boy Diggory trying to steal my girl,” he grumbled to Fred, who nudged him with a mocking laugh. “You do realise she’s not your girl because you won’t tell her how you feel, right?” Fred grinned.

“She knows how I feel,” George insisted, staring over at where you were laughing with Cedric, who had fallen in line with you whilst walking.

“You sure about that?”

As you arrived at the top of a hill, the group began to circle around an old boot, sitting in the middle of the grass.

“Why are they standing around that manky old boot?” Harry asked in confusion.

“That isn’t just any manky old boot mate!” Fred replied. “It’s a portkey,” George added.

“What’s a portkey?”

But Harry’s question went unanswered as Amos began counting down, everyone grabbing hold of the shoe. You were overly aware of the feel of George’s hand half covering your own and as you glanced up at him, he gave the back of your hand a squeeze and shot you a lazy smile, just as you started whizzing through the air.

“Let go, kids!” Arthur yelled out. “What??!” You heard Hermione screech out. “Let! Go!”

At his command, you let go of the boot, and found yourself toppling down onto the ground with a thud. You groaned in pain as you rolled onto your back, just in time to see Arthur, Amos and Cedric land gracefully on their feet.

Arthur chuckled at you all laying on the floor before joking, “I bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?”

You were about to try and stand up before a hand was offered out in front of you. You took it gratefully as Cedric easily pulled you to your feet. “Th-Thanks,” you stuttered out, his hand still in yours. He gave you a small smile and a nod, before running to catch up with his father who had already began walking off into the distance.

Unbeknownst to you, George had stopped in place as he watched Cedric help you up, glaring at the brunette boy as he ran a hand through his ginger hair, earning an amused head shake from Fred who patted his twin on the shoulder as he passed him.

You made eye contact with Hermione who grinned at you and nodded in Cedric’s direction. Shrugging, you pulled your backpack further onto your shoulders and began following after the group.

You felt an arm wrapping around your waist and you looked up in shock, before relaxing as you realised it was George pulling you towards him. His mouth was set in a straight line as he stared intensely ahead at Cedric’s back.

A few minutes later you had arrived at a busy campsite, crowds of people laughing and cheering, waving flags and sporting face paint and accessories relating to the Irish Quidditch team, due to play later on in the day.

“Well kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!” Arthur announced, much to the excitement of everyone around you. You began weaving through the crowd, listening to the music playing and watching people fly on broomsticks above you.

“Parting of the waves I think old chap, see you at the match!” Amos bid his goodbyes as you arrived at a small, worn tent. “See ya later, Cedric!” Harry yelled as Cedric and his father left.

You all entered the tent, finding many rooms inside, decorated and made homely. Looking around in disbelief, you marvelled at how big the interior appeared compared to when you were stood outside.

“Girls, choose a bunk and unpack. Ron, get out of the kitchen, we're all hungry,” Arthur called out as he made his way through the tent.

“Yeah, get out of the kitchen, Ron!” The twins mocked in unison as they sat down at the wooden table at the back of the tent, making you laugh. They put their feet onto the table just as Arthur turned to them, “Feet off the table.”

“Feet off the table,” the twins repeated.

They took their feet off the table but put them back on as soon as Arthur had walked past.

***

The match was due to start any moment and you’d all taken your seats high up in the stadium. You looked around in awe at the sheer amount of people who had come out to watch Ireland vs Bulgaria.

“Come on!” Fred yelled out as the Irish team flew out into the stadium, the crowd cheering and screaming. A big, glittering leprechaun appeared in the sky and started dancing, and you cheered loudly, waving the Irish flag you had purchased previously in the day.

“Here come the Bulgarians!” George yelled from beside you. The Bulgarian team began flying around the stadium in much the same fashion as the Irish had, and the crowds started chanting the seeker’s name.

“Krum!!” The twins yelled out. George leant down to whisper in your ear, “He’s going to catch the snitch, you just watch.”

“I thought you wanted Ireland to win,” you raised an eyebrow as you looked up at him.

“Oh they will, but he’s going to catch the snitch. Me and Freddie would bet on it,” he shared a knowing look with his twin as you rolled your eyes with a smile.

***

“I can’t believe you were right!” You laughed as you all were celebrating Ireland’s win of the match.

“You should know by now that I’m always right, love,” George replied with a smug grin, “Ireland is the better team, but Krum is the best seeker in the world. We knew he’d catch the snitch.”

“There's no one like Krum. He's like a bird the way he rides the wind. He's more than an athlete, he's an artist,” Ron announced dramatically to the tent.

“Think you're in love, Ron,” Ginny joked, grinning as the twins started singing.

“Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on,” Fred laughed as the loud sounds from outside entered the tent, getting louder when suddenly Arthur rushed towards them, “It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here. Now.”

You grabbed your bag from the floor beside you and followed the group out quickly, clutching Hermione’s arm as you stood watching the chaos unfold.

Crowds of people were rushing to get away from something, screaming and trampling tents, belongings and even others in their attempt to escape.

“Get back to the portkey everybody, and stick together. Fred, George... Ginny is your responsibility,” Arthur announced.

Fred grabbed Ginny’s arm and pulled her with him, as you and George followed. George grabbed your hand ensuring you wouldn’t be carried off with the stampede of witches and wizards, all trying to get away from the fire and danger. You fought your way through the crowds, finally finding a safe clearly to catch your breath.

“Are we all okay?” Fred asked, peering around at you. “‘Course we are Freddie. Right, Y/n?” George looked to you to make sure you weren’t hurt. “Yeah, yes, of course,” You swallowed, staring around at the burnt tents as screams filled your ears. George sensed your apprehension and reached out to take your hand in his again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Ginny was chewing on her lip. “We need to find everyone else. C’mon,” she said as she began running off.

The twins looked at each other before beginning to run after her, “Wait up!”

***

The aftermath of what happened at the World Cup was worrying and you’d had a weird feeling about what it all meant. The school year had just started however, and Hogwarts had a great way of feeling like home, comforting your worries, at least for now.

You decided to sit with your friends at the Gryffindor table, laughing with them as Dumbledore walked up to take his place at the stand at the front of the hall.

“Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement,” he called out, “This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been choosen to host a legendary event - the Triwizard tournament!”

There was a surge of hushed but excited whispers throughout the hall, smiles arriving on students’ faced at what this news may mean.

“Now for those of you who do not know, the triwizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if choosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime!”

The large wooden doors at the back of the hall swung open and a group of pretty girls dressed in blue uniform danced up the aisle. As they ran between the tables, male students couldn’t help but stare - particularly, you noticed in amusement, Ron Weasley.

“And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their headmaster, Igor Karkaroff.”

A group of older boys walked down the aisle, stabbing bo staffs into the ground to create spark effects.

“Blimey it's him, Viktor Krum!” You heard Ron yell out as the seeker from the World Cup followed his headmaster to the front of the hall.

You could hear the excited chatter of everyone talking about the triwizard tournament as the students from the other schools sat down and you wondered who would enter. Your eyes caught George’s and he gave you a grin, which you returned.

The twins would definitely be entering.

“Your attention please! I would like to say a few words,” Dumbledore continued, “Eternal glory, that is what awaits the student who wins the triwizard tournament. But to do this, that student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks.”

“Wicked,” you heard Fred and George say.

“For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule. To explain all this we have the head of the department of international magic cooperation - Mister Bartimus Crouch.”

The man in question - Bartimus Crouch - stood beside Dumbledore and began to speak, “After due consideration, the ministry has concluded that for their own safety, no student under the age of seventeen shall be allowed to put forth their name for the triwizard tournament. This decision is final.”

The hall erupted in yells and students began booing. “That's rubbish!” George yelled. “Come on!” Fred added, “You don't know what you're doing!”

“Silence!” Dumbledore yelled out, “Anyone wishing to submit themselves for the tournament merely write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame of the goblet of fire before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly, if choosen there's no turning back. As from this moment the triwizard tournament has begun!”

***

You were sat with Hermione watching as students placed their names into the goblet, other students applauding as they did so.

“Go on Cedric, put it in!” You heard a student yell. Looking up, you watched as Cedric laughed, before looking over to you and smiling as he dropped his parchment into the goblet.

Hermione nudged you with a grin, “He definitely fancies you.” “I doubt that,” you blushed, “Besides... you know I like someone else.”

“Speaking of...” Hermione muttered as the room suddenly filled with cheering as the twins ran into the room.

“Thank you, thank you! Well lads we've done it!” George announced. “Cooked it up just this morning!” Fred continued.

“It's not going to work,” Hermione said in a sing-song voice, causing the twins to kneel beside you both.

“Oh yeah?” Fred asked. George grinned at you, smiling wider as he noticed the slight blush rising on your cheeks at the proximity between you both. “And why's that Granger?” He spoke, however he kept his eyes on you.

Hermione gestured to the white circle on the floor, “You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.”

“So?”

You hid a smile as Hermione sighed, “So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion.”

“That's why it's so brilliant!” Fred grinned.

“Because it’s so pathetically dim-witted,” George added.

The twins stood up.

“Ready, Fred?” “Ready, George!”

“Bottoms up!” They yelled in unison.

You watched as they jumped inside the age line. They paused a moment before cheering and dropping their names into the flame.

Suddenly, the flame rose up and the twins were flung across the room. You stood up immediately and ran over to make sure they were okay, “Fred! George!”

They rolled around fighting on the floor with beards rivalling Dumbledore’s, as the crowd cheered. You shook your head with a laugh, thankful they weren’t too hurt.

***

“Sit down! Please! And now the moment you've all been waiting for - the champion’s selection!”

Dumbledore dramatically dimmed the candles around the room and approached the blue flame. It began glowing red and a piece of parchment flew out, “The Durmstrang champion is... Viktor Krum!”

The Durmstrang students cheered loudly and you clapped for him as another piece flew out.

“The champion from Beauxbatons... is Fleur Delacour!”

Students cheer again and you laughed as Ron sighed happily as he watched her walk up to the front of the room. The third piece of parchment flew out and Dumbledore caught it, “The Hogwarts champion... Cedric Diggory!”

Cedric stood up with a grin, he friends cheering and whooping and clapping him on the back. He walked up to the front of the room, choosing to pause as he passed by you. He lifted your hand carefully and pressed a kiss to the back of it, before continuing on his way.

George grit his teeth, his jaw tense, glaring at the brunette boy who just dared to kiss you. Sure, it was just the back of your hand but even so, the audacity of the Hufflepuff had George’ blood boiling. By now, he assumed everyone knew you and him had a thing. And whilst no, neither of you had put a label on it, you were balancing precariously on the line between being friends and being more, and George did not want anything - or anyone, in this case - making that balance tip more towards ‘friends’.

“Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions, this vessel of victory... the triwizard cup!”

Just as students began chattering amongst themselves, the goblet glowed red once more and a fourth piece of parchment flew out. Dumbledore caught it much like the others.

“Harry Potter?” He read out in confusion, before repeating himself with more confidence, “Harry Potter!”

“Go on Harry! Harry, for goodness sake!” Hermione pushed the boy who lived to walk up to the front. Harry seemed in shock as he reluctantly made his way towards Dumbledore, just as students began yelling out angrily in protest.

***

“It’s dragons!” Harry yelled out as he headed over to your group who were sat in the Great Hall.

You looked up, “What?” “The first task,” he said as he took the seat opposite you, “the first task is dragons!”

Hermione immediately grabbed her care for magical creatures textbook and started flicking through for information, anything that may help.

“Bloody hell, mate,” Ron said, “Our Charlie works with dragons and he’s got more scars than he can count. And he’s a professional.”

“Might come out of this task a bit crispy, eh Harry?” Fred joked, nudging him.

“I’m gonna have to tell Cedric, he won’t know! Madame Maxime knows, she’ll tell Fleur and... and Karkaroff knows so that means Krum will. He’ll be the only one who doesn’t know!” Harry said in worry.

You smiled. Trust Harry to worry about Cedric instead of how he himself would beat a dragon. “I can come with you to tell him if you want Harry,” you told him.

“You’re going with Harry?” George’s head snapped up immediately at your comment.

You shrugged, “Yeah why not, he said he had something to ask me anyway.”

“Could be about the Yule Ball, Y/n!” Hermione said excitedly, looking up from the book, “He might ask you to go with him!”

George felt his cheeks flushing with anger, his fists clenching. He wanted to ask you. He did, but he didn’t exactly know how. Or when, for that matter.

“I don’t see why we have to tell that git about the dragons, let him figure it out himself,” he grumbled with a frown.

“George! Dragons are dangerous - you should know that, what with Charlie working with them. We need to warn him,” you scolded.

***

The first task was about to start. Harry had just entered the champions tent and you were stood in the awaiting crowd, worry racking you as you sat fidgeting in your seat.

“So um, don’t think I ever ended up asking but... did pretty boy Diggory end up asking you anything in particular?” George asked casually, trying to act like he hadn’t been thinking about it constantly for the last few weeks ever since it was first mentioned.

“He actually didn’t ask me anything... he looked like he wanted to, but decided not to,” you shrugged.

George couldn’t help the relief he felt to know Cedric hasn’t asked his girl to the ball, a weight falling off his shoulders.

“I hope he’s okay,” you chewed on your bottom lip as you peered down at the champions tent, waiting for the starting announcement.

“Who, Harry or your pretty boy Diggory?”

“Well I was talking about Harry but yes, I suppose Cedric too. I don’t understand why you’re always so rude about him. He’s really not as bad as you make him out to be,” you rolled your eyes though only half seriously.

“I’m not, I just don’t really like him is all. No one can be that nice and that good looking... there’s something up,” George insisted.

“Aww Georgie, you think he’s good looking, do you?” Fred teased, earning a glare from his twin as you laughed.

“Of course not. I think he’s a git.”

“He’s actually really nice once you get to know him,” you said. George scoffed, only half playfully, “Oh and you know him, do you?”

“Maybe she’d like to,” Fred grinned, enjoying winding up his brother.

“She doesn’t! You don’t... do you?” George quickly turned to you with a frown. You leant on his arm and snuggled into it, “Nothing to worry about here, Georgie.”

***

“This is mad. At this rate we'll be the only ones in our year without dates,” Ron grumbled and he stared down at the work he wasn’t doing, “Well, us and Neville!”

Hermione leant over to him, “It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone.”

Ron sighed, “Now I'm really depressed.”

“Now you’re depressed?” You joked. Ron shot you a mocking smile as Fred pushed a note over to Ron. You watched Ron read the note and frown before he looked up at Fred, “Who are you going with then?”

Fred smirked, before throwing a scrunched ball of parchment over at Angelina. He proceeded to ask her to the ball and she shrugged and nodded in agreement.

Fred winked at Ron, earning a few laughs.

“Well Hermione, you're a girl,” you heard Ron say as you continued doing your work.

“Oh well spotted,” came Hermione’s sarcastic reply.

“Come on. It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone. For a girl it's just sad.”

You threw a piece of parchment at Ron and shot him a glare for his rudeness. He may have been one of your closest friends but you knew that his comment would hurt Hermione’s feelings.

“I won't be going alone because believe it or not someone's asked me. And I said yes,” Hermione growled in anger as she collected her work together and stormed out.

“Bloody hell,” Ron said as you picked up your textbooks before rushing after her. He watched as you ran out before sighing again and turning to Harry, “Look. We've just got to grit our teeth and do it. Tonight when we get back to the common room, we'll both have partners. Agreed?”

Harry nodded, “Agreed.”

***

“So that plan failed miserably,” Harry groaned, “‘Grit our teeth and do it’ you said. Well Ron, I think that’s easier said than done.”

Harry collapsed onto the space between Hermione and Fred on a couch in his common room, Ron and George sat opposite.

Ron was quiet in thought for a moment, before responding, “Suppose I could ask Y/n.”

“Like hell you will,” George suddenly jumped in as he sat up.

“Why, are you planning to? She was my friend first, she’ll say yes to me if I ask before you,” Ron faced him, crossing his arms across his chest.

“She won’t,” George insisted.

“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure about that?”

“Because I’m gonna be the first to ask her,” the younger twin said determinedly, nodding in triumph.

“If that’s the case, you better ask her soon,” Hermione spoke up, “Cedric is also looking to ask her - today, from the way he was speaking”

Fred laughed, “You hear that Georgie? Better go ask out your girl... unless you want Diggory to take her instead.”

“She won’t say yes to him,” George said, but he didn’t sound certain. He didn’t feel certain either.

“She might. He’s cute, he’s a Triwizard champion and, most importantly, you haven’t asked her yet, and the ball is getting closer and closer. She won’t wait around forever for you to ask her. So yes, she absolutely might,” Hermione shrugged.

George paused for a moment before jumping up off the couch, causing Ron to nearly fall off it too with a surprised yell. He made his way towards the portrait door quickly, tugging a hand through his hair.

“Hey, where are you going?”

George looked over his shoulder, “Where do you think? I’m going to get my girl!”

If he received a reply, George didn’t hear it as he was already racing through the hallways of Hogwarts, weaving through groups of students, scanning around to see if he could spot your h/c hair.

He rounded a corner and came to an abrupt halt as his eyes fell on your frame, stood in front of Cedric.

“... so I was wondering if you’d maybe accompany me to the Yule Ball?” George heard as he stepped towards you.

“Sorry mate, she’s already going with someone,” he called out, making you turn to him in confusion.

Cedric’s eyes widened as he took in George’s dishevelled appearance from his running from the Gryffindor common room, “I-I’m sorry?”

“She’s going with me. Must be gutting I know, I’d be disheartened too if I were you, considering she’s the most beautiful girl in school but she’s mine and I’m keeping it that way,” George wrapped his arm around your waist and stared intently at Cedric.

Cedric, though thoroughly confused, nodded, “O-Of course, yes. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I’ll um... I’ll see you later Y/n.”

“See you later,” you replied as the Hufflepuff boy retreated down the hallway.

You turned to George, raising an eyebrow, “You wanna explain what that was about?”

George swallowed, now feeling nervous, “Look, I should’ve asked you earlier. Not just to the ball but to be my girlfriend too. Because I’ve fancied you since I can remember and I don’t want anyone else to be with you except me. If you, you know, like me too. If not I’m sure you can chase down Diggory-“

“I fancy you too, Georgie.”

His breath hitched his his throat as he processed what you just said.

“You do? Brilliant,” he breathed out, his heart beating fast as you stood close to him, “That’s just- yeah that’s great I mean I- do you want to go to the ball with me?”

“Yes,” you nodded, not being able to help the smile crossing your face, “Yes of course I do!”

George grinned, his hands finding their place on your waist, your faces inches apart. You could feel his breath fanning across your lips as he whispered, “Would you be my girlfriend?” You laughed, “Nothing would make me happier.”

George started leaning forward to close the gap between your lips as he mumbled his reply,

“Wicked.”

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