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game-set-canet · 1 year ago

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hii! you could do a rublev x reader tennis player where he gets jealous of her while she talks to another tennis player, if you want you can modify the request and sorry if it got confusing, english is not my first language, i love your blog!!🤍

A step forward

Pairing: Andrey Rublev x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: i really had fun writing this imagine! i hope you like it, lovely anon! 💖💖 also: English isn’t my first language, so I’m very sorry for mistakes!

* Y/N = your name

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You know something is wrong when you saw Andrey pressing his lips together and narrowing his eyes in suspicion, but you don’t know what’s the reason. In your eyes everything was fine.

Andrey just finished an intense practise session with Grigor Dimitrov. He showed that he is in a good shape and ready for the next tournament.

You are in the middle of a conversation with the Bulgarian, so all you can do is give Andrey a questioning look, but your boyfriend doesn’t react to your nonverbal question and just stares at the two of you.

“I saw the paining you posted on Instagram this morning!”, Grigor beams at you while taking off his headband, “It’s very beautiful!”

Grigor's compliment catches you completely off guard, and you can’t help but blush: “Uhm…thank you…that’s very kind.”

You love painting and drawing, and Andrey encouraged you to publish some of them online. You set up a separate Instagram account and after only five days your page had A LOT of followers – even some tennis players started following it: Karen Khachanov, Dominc Thiem, Grigor Dimitrov, … Without Andrey you wouldn't have dared to publish it, you're too insecure about it. But Andrey is passionate about your drawings and paintings and has persuaded you to share them with the world.

The older one shakes his head and steps closer to you: “No, I’m serious! You are really talented! I especially love your pencil drawings!”, he sighs still grinning, “I wish I had any talents…” You are way too involved in your conversation to notice Andrey’s snort and the way he stares at Grigor coldly.

Instead you can’t help but blur out: “I mean, from what I've heard so far, you're a pretty good tennis player.”

Grigor blinks at you in surprise before he starts laughing as well: “What you have heard? You just saw me practise?!”

“Yeah…I’m sure you can do better.”

The two of you are now laughing at the top of your lungs. When Andrey introduced you to other tennis players, you couldn’t say a single word. You are a big tennis fan since you were a little kid – always watching matches with your father – and suddenly you are meeting all the players. The first you got to know was Karen, who was really friendly, polite and calm but you were so nervous before your meeting that you nearly hyperventilate. So joking with Grigor was a HUGE step and you are really proud of yourself in that moment.

Grigor turns around and nudges Andrey with his elbow: “Cheeky! Andrey, Y/N is very bold! Did you hear what she said to me?!”

Andrey doesn’t join you in your laughing, his voice is rather cold: “No, I didn’t hear what my girlfriend said to you.”

Something about his emphasis makes you pause your laughing: You have never ever heard this kind of undertone in Andrey’s voice. Your relationship is quite new, next Monday would be your 3-month-anniversary and you know you both have a lot to learn and discover about each other but that was completely new.

Grigor also notices that something is different now and clears his throat quietly, no one says anything.

“I gonna take a shower.”, Andrey doesn’t look at any of you, “See you tomorrow, Grigor! See you later at lunch, Y/N!”, he presses a quick kiss on your left cheek and storms off of the court before you could say a single word.

Fernando Vicente is standing next to the bench, packing the bags. You have a good relationship with Andrey’s coach – at the end of the day he was the one who introduced you to Andrey.

You bite your lip and walk over to him: “Fernando?”, you wait until he turns around, “Maybe it’s nothing but…but…do you…uhm…what’s up with Andrey?”

Ferando looks at you, looking completely surprised: “You don’t know?”

“No?”, you are feeling quite stupid because it’s seeming like it’s very obvious what is wrong with your boyfriend.

Suddenly you hear Andrey yell from outside the practise court: “FERNANDO!”

Now that’s an undertone you know: your boyfriend is annoyed and impatient. Fernando knows the undertone as well and hurries up collecting his things.

“He is jealous!”, is everything Fernando says before he quickly grabs the bags and almost jogs across the court to follow Andrey back to the main building.

Andrey has a short break after lunch, so you make your way back to your hotel room after eating with the whole team.

Your boyfriend was very quiet and so everything was a bit tensed. You take a deep breath and sit down next to Andrey on the big couch: “Andrey?”

You wait until he puts down the phone – although you can see that he feels nervous about what you might say: “Yeah?”

It’s not easy to find the right words, because on one hand you can’t imagine how Andrey could be jealous on someone – in your eyes he was the most wonderful human on this planet – but on the other hand you want to take his feelings and thoughts seriously.

It takes you a lot of courage to look at him when asking the next question: “This morning on the practise court, were you really jealous?”

Andrey bites his lip, while he nervously strokes through his hair: “Mhhh…maybe.”

“Why are you jealous on Grigor? You know, there is no need for that?”

He makes a dismissive gesture and shrugs his shoulders awkwardly: “He is very handsome, isn’t he?”

You can’t help but shake your head in disbelief and move closer to him: “Oh yes, he really is…”, you can’t help but grin, “But I know an ATP player who is even more handsome. Do you want to know who it is?”

Andrey gives you a quick look from the corner of his eyes, voice quiet: “Not really.”

“Too bad. I gonna tell you either way.”, you take his hand in yours, “It’s a Russian player…I think his name is Andrey Rublev. Have you ever heard of him?”

Andrey shoots you a half annoyed-half angry glance but the corners of his mouth lift because of your words.

“So, do you know him?”, you continue to play your little ‘game’. Your head skips a beat when a shy smile spreads across his face.

He rolls his eyes, but his smile is getting bigger and bigger: “Maybe…”

“Yeah, I think you do know him. You must know him…because he is really really handsome. The most handsome guy on the whole tour. And he is very funny, and caring…sometimes he is very stubborn as well but that’s okay.”

“And sometimes he is a little stupid because he gets jealous without any reason?”

You shake your head very quickly and look him straight in the eyes now: “No, you aren’t stupid for getting jealous! It’s okay…I understand it.”

You can see that Andrey is relieved about your words – mainly because you two talked about it. Andrey had problems thinking about this all midday.

“You know what’s funny?”, you finally start talking again and chuckle, “There was a tiny little moment during today’s practise session where I thought: Maybe I have to be jealous of Grigor because you two were so cute together…”

Andrey looks at you with big eyes, before he starts giggling and shakes his head: “No no no, I’ll always choose you! You’re way cuter than Grigor!”

He takes your face between his hands and kisses you softly.

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lactodebillus-bulgaricus · 8 months ago

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3rd of march. bulgaria is going to party with his friends. meanwhile, in the afterlife, bulgar and onoghur are talking.

bulgar: our son has his national holiday today, what are we going to get him?

onoghur: wait which one?

bulgar: omg how could u not know, it's about time for u to become more involved with their lives!

onoghur: yeah as if ur very engaged with their lives, ur starting to wonder what kind of gift to get him on the day of celebration instead of deciding, u know, days or weeks before!

bulgar: well at least I know when our son has his national holiday!

onoghur: yeah ok ur right u win this time. but still, u didn't tell me which son of ours celebrates on march the 3rd?

bulgar: the one on danube. it's his liberation day from ottoman oppression. what are we going to get him? got any ideas?

onoghur: well we can't get him anything from the afterlife cuz it'd just phase through him.

bulgar: yeah we'll go into the world of living, do u have any idea what we'll get him?

onoghur: why are u asking me, weren't u berating me for not being involved with him enough a moment ago? how could I know what to get him?

bulgar: oh right ur right. I can't think of anything right now so let's go into the world of living.

*they pass through something like a portal*

they arrive in some sort of a shopping center and attract people's attention with their arrival, medieval clothing and the fact that they're semi-transparent and glowing. most people think this is some sort of hologram/art installation initially so they whip out their phones and start recording, but then they realize something else is going on when onoghur and bulgar start walking around.

onoghur: damn bulgar look people are giving us weird looks :D u know what this means?

bulgar: we can scare them into giving us whatever we want for free! :D

onoghur: yes :D btw look at this embroidered shirt, maybe we could get him this

bulgar: nahh he already has like a shitton of embroidered shirts that he's embroidered himself. besides, let's get him something bigger! something that makes people respect and fear him!

onoghur: like a warhorse or a sword or a bow?

bulgar: nobody uses these things today. I'm thinking, let's get him an AR, or a tank :D with our ghost powers, we can do anything!

'or a new bugatti'

onoghur and bulgar turn around and see avar.

onoghur: avar wtf what are u doing here?

avar: well after my state crumbled and was taken over by ur son, I lived my final years in pliska and I was something like a father figure to him. I overheard u talking but before I could come and tell u anything, I saw u hop into that portal and I decided to follow u. I wanna get him a gift too :D

bulgar: well who cares about a bugatti! let's get him a tank, or a helicopter!

avar: if we steal one of these things, the army will be on our asses. they will find bulgaria, cause him problems and get the tank or the helicopter back. besides, if his bosses wanted him to have one of these things, they would give him one. also, he has access to all the tanks and shit in the bulgarian army, he's bulgaria after all! but the bugatti, that's something else. having such an expensive car says 'look at me, I have power, I can buy u and sell u, I can help u or destroy u, u'd better be on my good side, I can do stuff u can only dream about, I'm on a whole another level'. why do u think gold and silver and silk and all the other luxurious stuff was so important to me when I was alive?

onoghur: but wouldn't police get on our asses if we steal the bugatti?

avar: well... we'll intimidate people with our ghost powers so they don't call the police :D

*they steal a bugatti and intimidate the owner into not calling the police*

bulgar: ok so I have the most experience with the modern human world out of us three, I know how to drive a car. I'll be the driver.

avar: there are only two seats in the car and there's three of us.

onoghur: well avar I guess ur gonna have to go home or sit in my lap

avar: wait why?

onoghur: how else are we supposed to fit in that car? now if it was bulgar, there'd be no problem but I'm not sitting in some other dude's lap dammit

bulgar: bruhhh there's enough space one of u could fit in the middle, between the two seats

*they manage to somehow fit in the car*

*bulgar drives it to his son's place. there are several collisions, but it's ok, he's using his ghost powers so his car doesn't get damaged*

*they arrive in the evening, during the party. onoghur and avar leave while bulgar starts honking so his son hears the sound and comes out of the house*

bulgaria opens the front door and his jaw drops. romania, greece, serbia and turkey peek through the door and their mouths are open agape.

onoghur and avar: HAPPY LIBERATION DAY, BULGARIA!!! :DDDD

bulgar: *gets out of the car* son we got u the best car cuz u deserve it :D

meanwhile, the tv in bul's living room *loud as fuck* : GHOSTS STOLE A SPORTS CAR AND DROVE IT ALL THE WAY TO BOYANA RESIDENCE, CAUSING SEVERAL TRAFFIC INCIDENTS IN THE PROCESS. THEY WERE FILMED DISCUSSING THE ROBBERY THEY WERE ABOUT TO COMMIT IN PARADISE MALL EARLIER.

*police sirens are heard, they intensify, cops and teams of ghostbusters arrive*

america is one of the ghostbusters

america: I AINT AFRAID OF NO GHOST

what happened later is hard to describe with words. perhaps AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAILHJKFKLGUKGHLKJKKKKKKKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUJJJJJJJJJKKKKKKKKKJHBVVVVVVVVVVVVVDDDDDDDDDDDHHSSPSOHSPSSJHHSHHHKRRFFFF is sufficient. but that's a story for another time. let's say that bul had to stay at someone else's place for a while and he didn't want to see his parents for even a longer time.

#hetalia #hetalia oc #aph bulgar #hws bulgar #hetalia bulgar #aph onoghur #hws onoghur #hetalia onoghur #aph avar khaganate #hws avar khaganate #hetalia avar khaganate #aph bulgaria #hws bulgaria #hetalia bulgaria #I'm not tagging the rest cuz their role in this bullshittery is insignificant :D #a little bullshittery I wrote yesterday for my country's liberation day :D #sorry I couldn't come up with something smarter #прощавайте нищо по-умно не можах да измисля :'(

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raaorqtpbpdy · 10 months ago

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A Rift Forms

In this world, nanites exist inside every living thing, and can activate without warning, turning ordinary people into mutants and monsters. Danny is separated from his family during the chaos of the initial Nanite Event, after his sister is mutated. Before he can reunite with his family, Danny himself mutates as well, and the emergence of strange new powers transports him to a mysterious island.

This fic was written for Crossover Danuary Week 2024, Day 2: General Cartoons Generator Rex | Voyage Thanks @crossoverdanuary for running this event, and thanks @nefres for beta reading this for me 🧡

You can also read this fic on AO3, as well as Let Sleeping Dogs Rise, which this fic is a prequel to.

[Warnings for graphic body horror, violence, and manipulation]

The time immediately following the Nanite Event was pure chaos. It was days before anyone knew what happened, and all the while the nanites were spreading throughout the world, infecting everything—from plants and animals, to humans, to the very ground they walked on.

It was the most significant catastrophe in human history.

The Fenton family was on vacation.

Ten-year-old Danny, his twelve-year-old sister Jazz, and his mom and dad, who were both scientists, were all in Bulgaria for a big science symposium. They'd traveled all the way from the United States that summer for the event.

Though only his parents would be attending the symposium, the whole family was brimming with excitement. It was Danny and his sister's first time out of the US. And while their parents were at the symposium, they got to explore the city, as long as they stayed together.

Balchik was beautiful, if a bit crowded this time of year, and there was so much to see and do. Even if most of it involved frantically flipping through an English to Bulgarian phrasebook.

It was such a shame. Their timing couldn't have been worse.

It was a few days into their trip, and the family had just met up for a late lunch at a seaside restaurant when it happened.

A massive explosion, audible for miles.

No one knew what happened at first. But within the first hour, the changes began. In every country on the Black Sea, a mysterious dark cloud swept through in an ominous wave. It eclipsed the sun, and turned the sky a terrible red.

Then the monsters appeared.

What once had been a rat, a flower bush, a child—became something entirely else. Their bodies twisted, engorged, constricted, features vanishing, or multiplying. Their forms warped and mutated until they became unrecognizable as anything but abominations.

And these were not peaceful monsters.

They raged and rampaged. Attacked indiscriminately, with seemingly no rhyme or reason. They did not respond to pleas or screams of terror. And it didn't seem as though it was going to wear off any time soon.

Some people tried to fight back. Most recognized the hopelessness of such attempts, and chose to run instead. The Fentons were the latter. They slipped down side-streets where they were less likely to be seen and targeted by the monsters and kept moving.

"Stay calm, kids," Mom said. "We just have to stick together. Remember those camping trips we used to do for survival training. Everything will be alright."

Danny nodded and followed closely. The last thing he wanted was to be separated from them during a crisis of this magnitude.

"What's happening?!" Jazz shrieked over the sound of a building collapsing.

"I don't know. But that sounded close," Dad observed, his huge shoulders tensing.

"We need to get out of the city," Mom said.

Even though the rest of them were barely holding it together, she was staying remarkably calm. It was like the air around her had changed. Her expression was severe, her shoulders squared, her gait confident.

Danny didn't think his mother had ever experienced something like this before—heck, he didn't think anyone had ever experienced something like this before—but she suddenly carried herself like the knew exactly what she was doing.

His mom was always good in an emergency, but this was incredible, even for her.

"We have to see if this is happening other places, or just here," she continued. "Even if it's not just in the city, we'll be safer someplace there are fewer people. The last thing we need right now is to get caught in a huge crowd."

"The rental car is still parked near our hotel," Dad remembered. His voice was steady, but Danny could see his hands trembling, and knew he was just trying to stay strong for the rest of them. "If it hasn't been crushed, I mean."

They'd already seen quite a few cars get crushed, so that was hardly a guarantee.

"That's a start," mom said. "It'll get us out of town, but it's low on gas right now, and I hardly think now's the time to stop and fill the tank."

"As long as it gets us out of town, we can wing it afterwards, right?" Danny said. "I just don't want to spend any more time around here if we can help it."

"Good enough for me!" Jazz agreed.

With that decided, they adjusted course toward their hotel, with their mother leading the way and father bringing up the rear. Mom held up a hand to stop them, looking around to ensure their surroundings were clear before they crossed through an open area.

When she was sure it was safe, she started moving again, and they cautiously started through square. There were still a few people running, trying to get to safety, but this area had been among the first to clear out, most people opting to hide in their homes or back-alleys.

After seeing so much destruction already, though, Danny didn't think it was wise to entrust their safety to the structural integrity of these buildings.

They were about halfway across the square.

It seemed like they were going to make it across safely.

Then the unthinkable happened.

Jazz stopped walking. She grunted and doubled over.

"Jazz?" Danny asked, stopping as well.

"Hold on!" Dad called forward to halt their progress so she wouldn't be left behind. "Jazz! Jazzy! What's wrong?"

Before their very eyes, she started to change. Her skin turned to gray, her hair dark blue, her eyes a glowing red. Sharp mandibles sprouted from her jaw, and hideous bulbous growths from her back, tearing her clothes. Her arms and legs grew longer, and spindly, fingers twisting together, joints inverting.

And all the while, she screamed. She screamed and screamed, the sound becoming steadily less human, until finally—agony gave way to rage.

"Jazz, no!" Danny shouted as the thing that had once been his sister attacked. "Stop, please!"

He dove out of the way of a spray of black acid that sizzled and ate a crater into the ground where he'd been standing an instant before. He shouldn't have looked back. Horror gripped him so he couldn't even move.

His parents rushed to his defense, but Jazz was strong, and wild, and they couldn't hold her down. She roared and screeched, and spat acid and spun webs. She moved at incredible speeds, and it was only thanks to his parents' strength and skill that Danny managed not to be killed in an instant.

"Danny, run!" his mother screamed. "Go north! Get as far away from here as possible! We'll find you!"

Danny hesitated. This didn't feel right. Rule number one was stick together. If they got separated they were done for. But... he couldn't fight this. He wasn't strong like his father, and he wasn't a karate master like his mom. He was good for a kid, but he was still just a kid. He was only ten, and he couldn't fight monsters.

"You heard your mother!" his dad yelled, keeping Jazz's attention firmly off of Danny. "Run!"

And so Danny did something he would always regret.

He ran.

He ran as fast and as far as his legs would carry him. And when his muscles burned and ached and he felt like he couldn't take another step, he kept running.

He ran north, just like his mother had told him to, and didn't stop until his body collapsed from exhaustion. Then he dragged himself to the nearest shelter, an abandoned book shop with a shattered glass door, and tried to catch his breath. He'd run for miles by now, and had to be near the edge of town by now. The sun was still out, but steadily sinking in the west.

He was sheltered for now, but he wasn't safe just yet. There were still monsters around. As soon as he recovered, he had to find food and water, and then keep going. His parents would look for him outside of the city limits, since that's where they'd been planning to go.

Danny forced himself to take slow, deep breaths, even as his lungs screamed against them, and tried to come up with a plan. The electricity was still on, except in parts of the city where some creature had downed power lines, so it stood to reason that there would still be running water.

Looking around, it seemed the book shop also sold things like book-bags and water-bottles. A backpack would be better, but a book bag would do. He knew stealing was wrong, but given the circumstances, he didn't think anyone would blame him. There wasn't any food here, but it was a bookstore, so maybe there would be a book about edible plants in this region.

It was twilight by the time Danny was back on his feet, bag packed. He'd picked out a dark green bag with black letters claiming Обичам да чета!, which, according to Danny's pocket phrasebook, meant 'I love to read!'. He'd found a book on regional plants, too, but it was also in Bulgarian. Luckily, he'd also found a Bulgarian to English dictionary, and had already memorized the words храна: 'food', and ядивен: 'edible'.

He'd been able to fill up two water bottles in the employee restroom, and had already drunk plenty enough to stay hydrated for a while, so he could preserve them. He'd also found some promotional matchbooks with the name of the bookstore on them, and stuffed a whole bunch in his bag. He knew how to start a fire without them, of course, but they still made things easier. He didn't know why a bookstore, of all places, would advertise with matches, but he wasn't complaining.

Since it was starting to get dark, Danny thought about hunkering down in the bookstore overnight, but changed his mind when all those building collapses he'd seen that day flashed through his mind. He had to stay alive until his parents found him again, and he couldn't do that if he was crushed under rubble while he slept. He had to get out of the city limits as soon as possible.

He couldn't run anymore, but he kept moving forward. His legs felt like jelly, and with each step, he worried they might give out on him, but he pressed onward. His stomach groaned, but he grit his teeth and ignored it. There was little chance of him being able to find something to eat before it was fully dark, and even less chance afterwards. He resolved himself to go to sleep hungry tonight.

It was well after sundown when he finally reached the city limits. Once he crossed an empty highway, he entered a forest. The stars were completely blotted out, and the light of the red-stained moon was not enough to build a proper shelter by.

Searching mostly by feel, Danny found a nest of fallen trees that had naturally formed something like a lean-to. The boy was just small enough to crawl under it and be protected from predators and the elements. He wrapped his arms around himself and thanked whoever or whatever might be listening for the warm summer weather. Then he fell into a fitful sleep.

Over the next few days, Danny shifted into survival mode. He studied his book of plants religiously, and foraged like his life depended on it—because it did. Survival mode was exhausting. When his life hung in the balance, a day felt like a week, and when he slept, he had to sleep lightly.

There were still monsters in the forest. But the ones that had once been plants were easy to avoid because they stayed rooted in the soil, and couldn't reach him if he ran away. And the ones that had once been animals were easy to avoid because they weren't very smart, and couldn't usually find him if he hid. Some of them could find him by scent, but so far, none of them could climb trees, so he'd found a way to avoid them as well.

He'd never been more grateful in his life for all those survival training camping trips his parents have made him and his sister do. Without them, he knew he would have been dead already.

Each day he watched and waited for his family to come and find him. He listened for his parents' voices calling his name. For his sister's voice, too. Although he hadn't yet seen any of the monsters return to their original form, a small part of him hoped that Jazz would be the exception. As annoying as his older sister was, he still wanted her back.

It was on the third day that the infection came for him as well. One moment, he was flipping through his guidebook to figure out whether a certain type of mushroom was edible or not; the next, all his muscles seized up.

He howled in agony as he felt his hand and arms warp, bones stretching, muscles engorging, skin bulging. A splitting pain ripped through his sides and he screeched. Behind his eyes, he felt a horrible pressure and his vision blurred and refocused over and over again in rapid succession. He didn't know or want to know what was happening there.

Desperately, grunting and panting, he stumbled to the nearby creek, finding it mostly by sound, hoping to find relief in the cool waters.

Something was seriously wrong.

No.

Everything was seriously wrong.

He tried to reach up to push a branch out of the way, but his arm was so heavy. His vision cleared up again just long enough for him to see something swollen and flesh-colored where his forearm had once been, but it hardly looked like a forearm. He felt like a gorilla, pushing himself along with both his hands and feet, just trying to move. The angle was wrong. Was he standing? Were his arms always this long?

He never made it to the creek.

His shouts had attracted a group of hungry monsters that probably used to be wolves. He could see them clearly now, but he almost wished he couldn't. He scrambled back, despite his body screaming at him to stop moving! It hurts, god, it hurts so much!

The once-wolves surrounded him, were practically on top of him.

One of them leaped.

Unthinkingly, he swiped at it with an absolutely massive hand, the force of the motion dragging him off balance so he fully collapsed onto the mossy ground. He didn't know what his goal was, to let it gnaw on his fingers, or bat it to the ground.

What actually happened was a rip in space appearing between him and the once-wolf, bright green and pulsing with energy. When the creature ran into it, it fell right through and disappeared. Then the rip closed.

The rest of the once-wolves snarled, snapping at him with two sets of teeth in their wide maws, their eyes glowing red and fixed right on him. But they didn't seem too eager to get close.

They were afraid.

Danny was afraid too.

Now that he could see again he glanced down and saw that the pain in his sides was caused by two bony protrusions that had ripped right through the sides of his shirt, small now, but slowly growing. He tore his eyes away, first looking up into the dark branches above and taking a sharp breath in, then looking back at the creatures.

He just wanted to go home. He wanted to be with his family again. Really, he would take being anywhere but here, as long as he wasn't alone. He forced himself not to squeeze his eyes closed and wish everything away. Not now, not when he was surrounded and in pain. There was a more immediate problem to deal with.

Another once-wolf decided to take the leap, and Danny swiped a hand again, and again, a glowing green rip opened up. But this time, the creature dodged it. At a loss for anything else to do, and without enough time to think of a proper plan, Danny summoned all the strength he had left and jumped through it himself. Then it closed behind him.

He had no idea where he would end up, or if he'd even survive, but he hadn't really been thinking. He'd just acted.

He landed prone on dark, damp soil and rolled onto his back with a groan. He could hear the sound of waves nearby, but he didn't have the energy to lift his head. The sky above him was red. The land around him was barren.

Either he hadn't gone very far, or the whole world was like this.

He didn't know how long he laid there, taking slow, deep breaths, and willing the pain to fade. He was pretty sure his transformation was over. His arms were almost as long as his body now, and grew inhumanly larger below the elbows. His forearms and hands had engorged to a terrible size. The things protruding from either side of his torso had grown into a fully formed and functional second set of arms—otherwise ordinary, save for the placement.

His legs seemed to be the same as before. His head was still screwed on straight. Whatever had happened to his eyes, he still didn't know, but thankfully it was over now, and he could see clearly again.

His body had changed, but his mind was the same. Was it the same way for Jazz? Had she just been freaking out about being turned into a monster? Would she be the same annoying sister he'd always known once she calmed down again?

No... probably not.

Danny had seen a lot of those monsters in the last three days.

Some of them had clearly been human before. And they clearly weren't anymore. None of them were calm or reasonable. They were animalistic, their actions primal, and instinctual. Now he'd been transformed just like they had, with no signs of being able to turn back. But somehow he wasn't like the rest of them.

Danny had spent enough time around his scientist parents to know what an outlier was, and in this instance, he was one.

His parents....

How would they ever find him now? Even he had no idea where he was anymore, so how could they know? He was pretty sure he wasn't in the woods north of Balchik anymore. Not even close.

How was he going to get back to them?

He didn't know.

Finally, when the pain had eased to a dull enough ache that he could ignore it, Danny got to his feet—wobbling from the unexpected weight of his arms before he found his balance—and properly examined his surroundings.

In one direction was a beach. Dark sand and dark water reflecting the red light of the sun. In the other direction was a forest, though all the trees looked dead, charred and blackened with ash, their branches bare. Not like the woods he'd just come from, which were still green and full of life.

It seemed like something very bad had happened in this place.

Danny didn't really want to find out what.

He'd dropped his book bag at some point, in his panic. Losing the books wasn't so bad. He had no idea if he was even in Bulgaria anymore, and if he wasn't, those books wouldn't do him much good. Losing his water bottles and his matchbooks, on the other hand, made things difficult. Luckily, he still had his knife in the pocket of his jeans, and one matchbook with three matches left.

"I guess I might as well test the water," he said to himself.

If it was freshwater, he might be okay. He didn't have anything to boil it in, but he could risk it in an emergency. If it was salty, then he'd have to head into the woods and look for another water source.

He reached one massive hand into the water and tried to bring it to his nose to smell. The size of his hand made him cringe, and using it was awkward. Instead of gently holding it near his nose, he overshot and smacked himself in the face, splashing himself with the water and knocking him onto his butt.

"Eugh!" he yelped, in a mixture of shock and disgust.

Now that it was all over his face, he knew right away that it was salt water. He tried to wipe away the water with the back of his forearm, but he wasn't adjusted to the size and nearly smothered himself. Bruised and damp, he realized that he was going to have to get used to this. It wasn't going away, so he would have to learn to live with it, one way or another.

Danny took another deep breath, his chest shaking, his hands trembling—all four of them. His eyes watered and he blinked back tears. He had enough salt water on his face between the seawater and the sweat, and crying wouldn't help him, it would just make him even more vulnerable to attack from predators.

Thinking that didn't really help either though. He was just a kid, and he was lost, afraid, alone, separated from his family, and as if that wasn't bad enough, now he was a monster.

"Why is this happening?" he asked himself, his voice small and broken.

He'd never been so stressed in his entire life, and it was hard to push that down to focus on staying alive like his parents had always taught him to. Everything was hard. He just wanted to bury himself in the sand and cry until he was too dehydrated to think.

But now was not the time to succumb to his childish urge to cry. Now was not the time to curl up in a ball and give in to his fear and loneliness. Now was not the time to give up. If he gave up, he might as well be dead already. He had to survive. He had to, or abandon all hope of seeing his family again.

"First, find a source of fresh water," Danny recited with a wavering, choked up voice, reminding himself of his wilderness survival training. "Then build a shelter nearby. Then search for familiar-looking plants to forage, and small animals to hunt only if you have the means to safely prepare them."

Each footstep felt monumental as he started into the woods. Each step was harder than the last. He clenched his fists, too many of them, sending weird signals that his brain didn't quite know how to translate, and he gritted his teeth, and he pressed onward, struggling to stay on his feet.

He kept going, deeper and deeper into the woods. Watching and listening for any signs of a river, or creek. All he heard was the wind through the dead trees, and all he saw was dust and ash.

As time passed, he began to notice a new problem.

Green crept into the edges of his vision. Not a dark green like the leaves of trees—certainly not in these woods. No, it was a bright green, toxic-looking, the same color as those rips he had created before. When he looked down, he noticed that green pulsing under his skin, in his veins, glowing in the dim light of the forest.

It didn't hurt—not yet, at least—but it felt like pressure was building up inside him.

Then those green openings started to appear again. Small tears at first, like the ones he'd opened before, except he wasn't opening them on purpose anymore. He waved a gigantic hand at one, hoping to make it go away, but it only grew larger. A wide, round portal, big enough for him to walk through upright when the ones he'd opened before had barely had room enough to dive through headlong.

He swallowed anxiously, but stepped through.

Maybe, he thought, it would take him home, or to his family.

The portal only took him even deeper into this same forest. Frustrated, Danny opened another portal, thinking of his mother, of hugging her tightly.

More dead, empty woods.

The pressure kept building. It felt like it was starting to push against his bones, now, like if he kept going they would crack. He clenched his jaw and tried to slow his breathing and stay calm.

He tried again, thinking of his father, of sitting on the large man's shoulders, and looking down at everyone, and feeling like the king of the world.

Again, the portal only led him deeper into the woods. But now, he could see a hill, covered in more dead trees, with a crumbling castle on the hilltop. Was that where these portals were trying to take him? Maybe he could find help there.

The pressure was too strong now. Painful, and impossible to ignore. A throbbing, burning sensation boiling inside him. His breathing grew heaving. Sweat poured off him. That painful pressure kept building and building until he thought he might burst.

A sharp pain shot through Danny's bulging upper arms and he groaned through gritted teeth.

More portals opened. And more. And more. Around him and through him, green light tearing openings in the fabric of space right through him.

He screamed. He screamed for what felt like hours as he fought to remain conscious.

It was useless, screaming.

No one was around to hear him.

Or so he thought.

Green turned black as he fell through yet another portal before finally passing out from the pain. The last thing he registered was landing on cold stone.

———

Danny could hear an electric humming sound. Before he even opened his eyes, he heard that sound, like an old refrigerator, or a space heater. Neither of those things belonged in the woods. That meant he couldn't be in the woods anymore. Cautiously, Danny opened his eyes.

Hanging directly above him was a big, round hunk of metal which appeared to be the source of the humming sound. It looked heavy, like it might crush him if it fell, and he decided he'd better get up before that happened.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a man's voice came from somewhere to Danny's left. "That magnet is the only thing keeping you alive right now."

"What?" Danny's voice was hoarse from screaming, and his throat was dry. He never had found a source of water. He swallowed.

Looking over, he saw a man sitting at a desk, tinkering with something. He wore a bulky gauntlet on one hand, made of bronze or brass, or one of those brownish metals. His long, gray hair was greasy, but pulled back into ponytail, neat on one side and messy on the other, like he'd been wearing his gauntlet when he put it up for some reason.

"Who are you?" Danny demanded, though he could barely raise his voice, so it didn't sound much like a demand. "What's going on?"

"I am Vlad Masters," the man said, turning in his chair to look at Danny for the first time. "Most people just call me by my surname, but you may call me what you please. I'm a scientist. You fell through some kind of portal into my lab, and were suffering from unstable activated nanites. To put it simply, you were dying. I saved you."

"But only as long as I stay under the magnet."

"For now," Vlad replied. "It was never going to be more than a temporary fix. I'm currently designing a device that will keep you alive long-term. Something much less crude and more effective than a simple electromagnet."

"And the magnet... attracts nanites away from me?" Danny asked, putting together the pieces of what this man had told him. Nanites were one of those sciencey things he'd heard his parents talking about back home. "Nanites like super tiny robots? Why are there nanites in me?"

"Well, that... is a longer story, but I suppose I can sum it up for you," Vlad said, frowning. "Not far from here, a group of scientists was experimenting with nanites, creating and programming them. But a few days ago there was... an accident. An explosion led to a massive containment breach. The nanites they had created were spread far and wide, but they were unfinished, and instead of helping people as they were intended to do...."

"They created monsters," Danny realized, anger rising hot in his chest. "The nanites did this! They made me like this! They mutated my sister!"

"I'm sorry," Vlad said. "I've faced off against a few mutated creatures and people in the past few days—around here, so close to ground zero, the only ones who survived were changed—you're the first person I've seen besides myself who didn't lose their mind. Is your sister like you?"

Danny looked down at his hands, but it wasn't long before he had to look away. They were wrong and disgusting, and he couldn't stand the sight of himself.

"No... she.... No."

"I'm sorry," Vlad said again. "What about the rest of your family?"

Danny didn't respond for a long moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was even quieter than before.

"I don't know." It was the first time he had admitted that to himself, or at all. "My parents were still normal the last time I saw them, but that was days ago. We were supposed to meet up again north of Balchik in Bulgaria, but then... this happened to me, and I don't even know where I am anymore."

"You're on an island in the Black Sea," came the answer. "Officially, it's unnamed, but I call it Abysus."

Danny said nothing. Now that he'd said it, he couldn't stop thinking about the possibility that his parents had turned, like him... like Jazz. What if they weren't themselves anymore? What if he did manage to find them again, but they'd lost their minds and they tried to kill him?

"That's not your primary concern, is it?" Vlad surmised.

Danny inhaled sharply, shoulders tense, and shook his head.

"How old are you?"

"Ten," he answered.

"You need someone to look out for you then," said Vlad, thoughtfully. "I'll tell you what. I plan to turn Abysus into a safe haven for people like us. For those of us who were changed by the nanites, but still possess our reason and consciousness. If you stay here, and join me, I can take care of you. I can create a device that keeps your new powers from overwhelming or harming you like they were."

"What if I choose to leave and find my family?"

"Then I'm afraid I can't help you," came the response. Vlad's voice was gentle, but firm. "The device I'm designing to help you must be regularly drained of the excess nanites you attract, and I'm the only one who can do that. You see, when I changed, I gained the ability to manipulate nanites to an extent," he explained. "I am the only one who can help you."

"Can you help me find my family then?" Danny asked. Surely as long as the two of them stayed together they could still look.

"I'm afraid not," Vlad refused with a mournful shake of his head. "You see, I am dependent on the nanites here to survive. I was too near the explosion, I would have been vaporized. This nanite-rich environment is the only thing keeping me alive. If I leave this island... well, I don't know what could happen. I could very well crumble to dust.

"Perhaps... someday, once things have calmed down, I'll be able to invent something that allows me to leave, like I'm inventing something to help you."

Danny frowned, his brows furrowed. If that was the case, then he didn't have much of a choice, did he? He could either stay here with Vlad in the relative safety of Abysus, or he could leave and die. And if he died, then he would never see his family again. If he stayed, at least there would be a chance of reuniting with them, even if it was a long time before Vlad found a way to leave.

"Alright," he said. "I'll join you."

"Excellent," Vlad said. His smile was wide, but it still made Danny's stomach churn. "What's your name, son?"

"I'm not your son," Danny sneered. "My name is Danny."

"Oh, come now, we can do better than that," Vlad said dismissively. "You're a new man, you should have a name to reflect that." He thought about it only for a moment before saying, "How about Rift?"

"What's that mean?"

"A rift is a crack or opening in something," Vlad explained. "Like you create openings in space. What do you think?"

What Danny thought was that this man held his life in his hands, and arguing with him would be a really stupid thing to do.

"Alright," he agreed. "Rift is fine."

"I look forward to working with you, then, Rift."

"Sure," Danny—Rift agreed, though it wasn't true. Not in the slightest.

#dp genrex au #things i wrote #dp #danny phantom #fic #generator rex #genrex #dp x genrex #body horror #danny fenton #manipulation #violence #prequel #crossover #crossover danuary week 2024 #crossover danuary week

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hotarutranslations · 4 months ago

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Autumn Tour Performance Schedule!

Evening

The autumn Tour performance schedule has been released💙

🕺Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Autumn WE CAN DANCE!

Suddenly realizing I'm graduating, I ended up being fidgety about this announcement… It was announced…

I'm really starting to head towards the end😳

With it being like, its finally my last tour..

I could really feel it, Deciding this schedule

34 performances..🪽

As Ishida who stands on stage as Morning Musume, Please definitely come and see me at the venue😌🫶🏻

This tour,

is titled, WE CAN DANCE!🕺 fufu

Its starts on the formation date of Morning Musume, September 14th

And there is also a performance on September 29th, the day 10th generation joined

And we're going to my hometown, Miyagi, twice

Also its really been a while since visiting Yamaguchi and Yamanashi..!

I'm also happy we can go to Ishikawa this year too

Even just thinking about it, Its filled with fun and happiness😌🫶🏻

But its kinda like, Each place has a ton of memories,

I'm happy to go to each place, There is a sense of sadness towards the places I can't go😂 Thank you for the many memories~~

Last tour, We still haven't actually had rehearsals towards it but, I'm already absolutely looking forward to it🤭💙

I'll do my best!

Wait for me!

Summer has just started so, Again,

Spending time standing on stage as Hello Pro..

I love it💎💎 Thank you very much towards every weekend

Also this weekend, We're performing at The MuisQuest as well❤️‍🔥

Everyone who got tickets, It'd make me happy if you stirred it up, So definitely cheer a ton---

I'm counting on you all to help out🐣🐣

Play▶️List

Graduation Announcement Blog🐣🪽

Hello! Station #531 I also talk about my graduation in this video

📺Hello Pro Dance Gakuen Season 11

Every other Thursday at 11:30PM~ Learning Locking from HIYORI-san

📺Sendai Broadcast "Ara Ara Kashiko" Ishida Ayumi Goes~! I appear once a month as part of the AraKashi Family

The previous shows, and makings, are on OX VIDEO STORE!

Otoboke POPS TokyoMX August 17th (Sat) 9:30~10:00PM Ishida, Sakurai, Yumigeta are appearing

Thank you for following.. Instagram💙🩵

💿 August 14th new single✨ "Nandaka Sentimental na Toki no Uta/saiKIYOU"

Cheki Sign Talk Meet Announcement

̗̀📣You Can Apply On This Site

̗̀📣Limsta

🪩The MusiQuest 2024 July 21st (Sun) PiaArena MM

We're challenging a new festival stage❤️‍🔥 Absolutely, Definitely, Thank you for your support❤️‍🔥

🪩Hello! Project 2024 Summer ALL OF US "Vega" "Altair" From July 13th~September 1st Traveling To 7 Cities Nationwide All Hello! Project groups are performing🔥

⚾️"Hawks SUMMER BOOST" July 28th (Sun) Mizuho PayPay Dome Fukuoka

After the match, we'll be having a live!

📚July 20th Release "non-no September" special issues cover is, Morning Musume '24

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Releasing on July 23rd

"Up To Boy vol.341" September Issue I will be on the 7net limited cover page

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📻Morning Musume '24 Morning Jogakuin ~Houkago Meeting~

Airs Every Saturday, On Radio Nihon at 12:00AM~

Past Broadcast Episodes Are Available →Program Details

I visited as a guest🪽 "Sayashi Riho and The Time From Now On" presented by Meiji Bulgarian Yogurt

Its a bit, after all…

Like, someday!

I feel a bit like, I wasn't able to make, going to all 6 prefectures in Tohoku come true~~

In particular everyone in Akita, have been waiting a long, long time.. But I'm sorry about this last one too..🥲🥲

I understand how difficult it is to make this come true

However that it can be held, That we're able to have lives, I'm first off thankful and happy about that in any case😌🫶🏻

Lets make it a nice autumn

Thank you very much for reading this!

See you ayumin <3

#Ishida Ayumi #Morning Musume '24 #Morning Musume #Hello! Project #Translation #Blog

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euroquision · 1 year ago

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A Very Big Favor to Ask <3

Hi tumblr. I'm sorry if it seemed as though I forgot you existed. I know EuroQuision was much more active awhile ago when I was just focused on essays and articles, but as of late, it's clear that the growing severity concerning Palestine required the whole world's attention, and EuroQuision quickly *blossomed* on TikTok and has hit almost 1,000 followers! And once the EuroQuision TikTok hits 1k, I'm going to be launching a EuroQuision Patreon!

While my main TikTok is currently monetized, all of those profits will be donated to Islamic Relief USA. This Patreon will be for direct support to me as a solo creator trying to get EuroQuision off the ground! In 2024 I plan to release a set cycle of video essays and written articles, and the support from Patrons would help make that possible for me. Thank you for considering supporting me; the kindness and support y'all have given me on tumblr alone is enough already.

But anyway, onto the aforementioned "Favor" in the title. The favor is not the request to follow me on TikTok so I can start a Patreon. My favor is this:

Any of y'all good at translating?

So as you are probably fully aware, on top of my Google Form "Should ISR be Removed from ESC'24," I've been creating a Google Doc of national broadcaster contact information for every European country. While it's still a work in progress, I'm slowly adding more languages translated by native speakers to help make this contact information more accessible to everyone in the world.

So my favor to ask is this! Can you translate?? Are you looking for a way to help bring attention and urgency to Palestine and taking action against Israel? Do you ALSO want Israel out of ESC? Then I need your help, pretty please!

So far, the contact document has been translated into French, Italian, Norwegian, Dutch, Croatian, Serbian, and Finnish. It's currently being translated into Spanish Danish, German, Maltese, and Swedish. However, if you are fluent in English and any of the following languages, hit me up!!!!

Latvian/Lithuanian/Estonian

Greek

Russian

Portuguese

Albanian

Irish

Slovenian

Bulgarian

If you need access to the Google Doc, the Google Form, or any more info about where to find me online, check out my new EuroQuision Linktree! Just click HERE and find everything you need.

Thanks to everyone again who has already supported me so much. There's still so much more to update y'all on, but all in good time. For now, just wanna assure you tumblr still exists to me and that y'all are crucial to making any real change happen <3

Free Gaza, Free Palestine. And get Israel out of ESC 2024.

#free gaza #free palestine #ban israel from esc #eurovision #eurovision song contest #esc #eurovision 2024 #israel

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I need to hear about your instagram crush 👀 🍿

oh my god jae I do not think you know what you’ve just opened by asking this of me😫are you ready? I could talk about this boy for HOURS!

let me take you on a Journey™️

so some things you need to know about me first:

1. my obsession with pretty boys (and people in general) extends far beyond me crying about them on tumblr (which I do quite frequently). ergo pretty boys tend to pop up on my instagram feed as fashion influencers, dancers, singers, pottery artists (this is a very large niche apparently?) and most frequently: gym goers.

2. now another thing you need to know about me: i DO NOT gym. beyond not being even remotely interested in it, I also have a myriad of joint problems (shoutout jana (@disappearsreappears ) for being metaphorical cane-babes together) and therefore going to the gym and doing cool gym stuff is not really an option for me. so naturally I don’t actively engage in gym content for gym related purposes, in any aspect of my life

3. but nonetheless because I love pretty boys, and THEY love gym, I get a lot of gym content on my Instagram.

4. another thing you need to know: I spend a clinically distressing amount of time on instagram. like if you think I waste away on tumblr, instags is at least twice as bad :/

5. that means I get through A Lot of content in one day. but, while I’m pretty liberal about what content I watch and engage in, I’m quite strict about who I follow. instagram is a nightmare of suggestions and recommendations in the home feed, the explore page, and the reels so the small amount of curation I actually can do, I keep under strict lockdown.

6. therefore despite having lots of fun seeing pretty boys in my reels and smiling ridiculously at the screen as they attempt to hit personal gym records for weird shit like russian deadlifts and bulgarian split squats, I don’t just follow every pretty human i see.

7. in fact, unless I really really like your videos (/content) and they surpass my usual serotonin boost I don’t care how many times you come up in my feed I probably won’t follow you.

8. one more thing about me: I have two instagram accounts — one I created in 2013 and has been on private and will continue to be on private since then (it’s my main Instagram where I follow all my people from). and the other I started in 2021 to post more of my chaos things > that one is public and full of nonsense and I don’t follow anyone from there cause I use it purely as an memory book of sorts (it’s linked on all my tumbles so I’m not linking here but the important thing is that it’s public so anyone can see what I post < that’s important for later)

okay onto my Instagram crush and (self proclaimed) love of my life 😫

scott ho (aka @/scottoho) popped up in my reels in January this year (I think it was jan it may have been the undefined time between dec and jan but I’m like seventy five percent sure it was jan) with this sinful video (I’d like to defend myself at this point and say not all, in fact almost none of, the gym related videos that pop up in my feed are this…slutty�� though I’m certainly not complaining). and I was like oh my god he’s preetttyyyyyy.

but I didn’t follow him (see above) I just liked the reel and moved on. but (for those who managed to avoid the instags hellscape) interacting once with something on there will most definitely prompt an entire slew of that account’s (and other accounts like it) content. so over the next few days I got a couple more scott related gym videos.

usually I take about a month or more to follow someone if I keep seeing their content and like it. it took me two days to follow him😫I saw an arm workout, a leg workout, and my absolute weakness, a back workout

I was SOLD!

pretty boy ✅

shows us pretty back muscles✅

and one of his posts had him looking gorgeous in a baby blue sweater at a fucking art gallery✅ (lord I’m still unsure how I survive him)

now yes he was a pretty boy I followed but he wasn’t, at this stage my instagram crush. no, not yet. a couple weeks and many videos go by where I’m happy to see him on my feed and enjoy his content

15 jan (I know the date cause I sent his vid to a friend I was crying about it to) rolls around and a leg workout pops up. INSTANT LOVE. I don’t know what the fuck was in that video but I was GONNNEEEE about it. literally just tumbled head first into obsession

and that marks the day I started looking forward to see his content on my feed (clinically down bad at this point)

he then posted this video dancing to that adorable “sure thing” trend (“if you be the cash I’ll be the rubber band etc etc.”) and I melted straight into the earth’s core and immediately saved that video to my instags. I also went through the effort of reposting that video on my public instagram account purely so he would be able to see it! and he did! and he liked my story and I cried about THAT for about eighty five days

fast forward to me screaming shaking crying throwing up about him on a daily basis and telling my friend in LA she has to pack him in her suitcase when she’s coming back because I. NEED. HIM!!!! (she said she would but she also has my soju glasses and frankly those are still more important no matter how much I love him)

AND THEN: (cause no this is not over — I told you you opened the doors to hell)

he posted this video showing what he looked like before his workout (muscles less defined, skin not as flushed, so so gorgeous) and after (muscles more defined, skin a pretty pink, the most beautiful ever!). and the caption for the video was “before the pump and after the pump // can you tell the difference?”

and me (who is delusional but also forward as hell) commented: “pretty before, pretty after ✨” which he then responded to with “ur pretty during”.

JAE I DIED????!!!!!! HOW DARE HE DO THAT TO ME????? I FUCKING PASSED OUT!!!!!!

(and yes I know he was just being smooth with it and he defs has zero idea what I look like and he responds to lots of comments etc. etc. but love is delusional and I’m obsessed so I will continue to live in fantasy world)

anyway that comment (and his reply) got some attention (I’m still getting notifications about it which is extremely annoying does anyone know how to stop them?).

alas after this he posted a video where he and another influencer did a skit where they pretended to bump into each other by accident. it was very cute and I cried about it because the love of my life is in love with someone else what am I gonna do I can’t believe this😔😔😔😔I was in heartbreak central.

BUT after that I found out he played basketball (which is my favourite sport to watch) and I was back to WANTING TO MARRY HIM!

and then he posted a video showing his overnight oats recipe which I then reposted on stories with the caption “two meals in this video” which he saw and liked (when you’re in love those little instagram floating hearts really be giving you all the chemicals you need) (really at this point I’m just surprised my mother hasn’t called asking why I’m publicly thirsting over someone?)

anyway, I’m stocked up nice and full on my daily scott serotonin boost when a couple days later he posts a shoulder work out and I reposted that on my stories

(guys please understand I don’t follow him from my public account I really am so fucked I go through a whole process for reposting on the off chance he’ll see it UGH)

with the caption, “my only goal this year is to be so delusional I can pretend I’ll bump into @/scottoho on the street even though we live 10’s of 1000’s of km’s away from each other // it’s working btdubs (I’m so delusional)” which he REPLIED TO with: “maybe if you come to LA” and suddenly I had a notification from him in my direct messages 😫😫😫😫😫please I could not contain myself I think I crashed the metaphorical car . I was i n c o h e r e n t about it !!!

anyway after not recovering from that at all I am fully in the thirsting business when it comes to scott and I don’t see myself stopping until I get ignored because he got so popular he just cannot realistically reply to everyone (please that’s nightmare day😭😫) < can y’all tell I like attention?

ps. he posted the cutest ramble on his stories yesterday I watched it like seventeen times I can’t believe stories disappear I need to eat this man!

okay thank you for letting me take you on this journey. I hope you can understand I’m really going through it with him at the moment (because I’m fucking on crack and also delusional) and there will definitely be more tumblr posts where I cry about him (I can’t say I’m sorry)

mwah! sending love jae :) <3

#jae things #lh things #I don’t remember which tag I use for you jae😫#ciara’s convos #my instgram crush <3 #ciara in love (delusional)

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deborahdeshoftim5779 · 2 months ago

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This is very interesting. I know quite a bit of Russian, and I cannot speak any other Slavic language. My local library has started buying childrens books in Ukrainian since the full-scale invasion.

I looked through one of these, which had food vocabulary inside it, and I already recognised words like картопля (kartoplya), which is potato; помідор (pomidor), which is tomato; хліб ('hlib), which is bread. I knew these because of картофель, помидор, and хлеб.

I just decided to check the days of the week in Ukrainian, and I was surprised to see that Monday is понеділок! Tuesday is вівторок.

This is kind of cool, because I can already work these out! (I can still remember the days of the week in Bulgarian, which is closer to Russian because of the aforementioned Old Slavonic.)

I also thought that Ukrainian was less close to Latin, but I did actually watch a video from a Ukrainian YouTuber a few years ago, where she listed Ukrainian words that are relatively transparent to English speakers because of their Latin/Greek endings.

And yes, as @treibholz-des-universums correctly said, English has been so influenced by French that, as Albert Baugh and Thomas Cable put it, the language seems 'almost as much a Romance as a Germanic language.' I am constantly saying words and then suddenly realising they must have come from French. I am nowhere near a linguist or a philologist. I just have this sixth sense that tells me a word is French (or Latin or Greek) in origin.

One of the things I like about Russian is the number of words I can spot that come from French, German, Italian, Dutch, Latin, Greek, Bulgarian, and English.

I asked some Polish people I know whether they know any Ukrainian. They said no, but they agreed that Ukrainian is fairly similar to Polish. I follow a Ukrainian YouTuber who says in this video that learning Ukrainian can open the door to understanding Polish and Slovak, a sentiment that was supported by some of the viewers in the comments' section.

Nonetheless, I always find it pretty cool that I can understand some Ukrainian without having learned it. I like Ukrainian: it is much softer than Russian and sounds very smooth when spoken.

10 facts everyone should know about Ukraine! by @/jeniasnotes

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malka-lisitsa · 9 months ago

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🖊 — any tattoos? 📇 — does your url have a meaning? if so, what is it? 😀 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’ve met irl before? 💯 — share three random facts about yourself that your mutuals may not know about you. ❤️ — what are some of your best qualities?💔 — what are some of your worst qualities?

munday asks!

Jesus this is a lot of questions...

Tats- Yes I have one on my forearm that reads "Alive in spite of me" in Hayley William's handwriting. My next one will be "If we cease to believe in love, why would we want to live?" Hopefully in Nina's handwriting eventually.

URL- Yes it means "Little Fox" in bulgarian. I was going to use a voice line but voice line URLS are so cringe and 2k12 so I decided to go with something more interesting and less predictable.

Have I met Moots- Yes.

Three random facts- I wasn't born in America, I am extremely anti-G*n, and I share a birth name with one of my muses.

Best qualities- Im charismatic, resourceful, loyal to the people who deserve it, witty, intelligent, highly out spoken, opinionated, determined, super fucking funny, and passionate.

Worst qualities- Let me look up the past anons real fast... ok so. I'm manipulative, a liar, delusional, a cult leader, I apparently rally my followers, attention whore, and also the IRL Katherine Pierce (not a compliment)

But to add to that with my own personal opinions, I hold grudges, I am 100% NOT a try to be friends with everyone I will pick a side and quickly if you hurt someone I love, I am highly competitive and it absolutely does cause problems, Just about every symptom of my BPD, Not being shy, keeping everyone at arms length, I am good at scheming, I have learned behaviors I needed to survive that have become obsolete but are so second nature I forget I don't need them, and last but not least- I have trouble letting go of people who have let go of me. Please feel free to tell me anything I missed.

#Answered #Anonymous #the one and only... sort of: ooc

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bilyana-bang · 1 year ago

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2nd August 2023, I follow the Bulgarian beauty standard. It's about looking presentable, respectable and feminine. So no fake tanning or bleaching. ( because that means you don't like the colour skin you have, which is an insecure and not respectable quality ). Plus fake tan always looks dirty. And whitening your face more than your natural skin colour gives Victorian era vibes.

I also call the standard, the "pure" look. Because it's purely you.

My signature makeup is this:

As we know from art class, dark colours bring things back, + lighter colours bring things forward. ✅️ So, put lighter colour ( concelear ) at the centre of your cheeks. 🚫 No contour at the side of the cheeks or nose ( because that looks dirty and pushes only one idea of facial structure ) + no blush ( because that gives a bruised look ). ✅️ Eyeliner for the eyes + eyelashes. 🚫 Huge fake lashes that completely overtake your eyes. ✅️ And a pink and red mixture of lipstick. (🚫 No nude lipstick with brown lip liner , it looks like you've just eaten Nutella and forgot to wipe it off. The brown combination of lipliner and nude lipstick only works on deeper and richer skin colours ).🚫 No foundation. Foundation ages your face so much and erases all the natural colours of your face, which erases any sort of individuality and character on your face. There's a reason why you can't find the perfect shade. When you have a face full of Foundation, all anyone can focus on is that. Which once again is not a respectable quality, since you don't want people to be distracted and focusing more on your face than focusing on what you are saying to them.

And last but not least. The eyebrows.

🚫 The current thick, laminated, brushed up, strays sticking out, eyebrow trend is ugly... The Ugly Betty brow trend 🤣 And they made her eyebrows look like that on purpose because they knew that looked bad.

The rules I follow for my eyebrows are...

✅️ The thickness of the eyebrow should be half of your coloured eye 👁. And smoothed down. Also the 90s brow that's thin throughout the whole eyebrow is also not great because it makes the face flat. So I do thicker at the front ( near the nose ) and thinner near the end.

The Bulgarian beauty standard allows you to acknowledge your facial features without adding makeup on that makes other facial features the standard. For example, adding contour on your nose to make it look thinner and perkier. I have always loved flatter and wider noses and straight noses. And that nose shouldn't be made to feel like it's not good enough. Same with adding contour on the cheekbones, I have always loved the flatter cheek look, my brother and sister have that and they are the most beautiful to me, so it's not right to pretend like having cheekbones is the only standard of beauty. That's why I love this beauty standard because you are technically only adding contrast to your eyes and lips 💋 and increasing the brightness of the frontal part of your face. And the rest is purely all you. Your colour, your structure. And in this way you become more recognisable and don't look like everyone else.

Plus we aren't born to fill makeup companies pockets. Plus the makeup that sits on your skin can easily go into your body. For this reason I never wear tonnes of makeup. Just the absolute minimum. I think the only people that should be wearing tonnes of makeup are the ones who's job involves that. Otherwise, us in the public don't need to be doing that.

#Bilyana

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thrassa · 6 months ago

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I'm glad you found my addition interesting - I hope it could be a bit eye-opening - though, I see that you didn't really understand what I was saying or else you wouldn't respond in this manner. In all honesty, I fear that you missed my point, rather than the opposite.

1) In all honesty, while you might have read about some of the events that have occured throuought our history, I doubt you know even half of it. Not due to personal ignorance, of course, but simply because most of our tragedies aren't discussed as they do not interest the Western World. For example, you're hardly going to hear about the Bulgarian occupation of East Macedonia and how we had our language stolen from us, how we were massacred, how our heads were left by the village well as a warning, how our kids (mainly girls) were stolen and how important structures such as schools and city halls were destroyed. Also, I hardly think that anyone would write about how the Arab Slave trade largely featured the theft of Greek and other South-Eastern European as well as Caucasian women (actual Caucasus, not the current terminology), simply because they were seen as more 'exotic' and therefore, were priced higher.

So, yes, we've lived through horrid atrocities and we deserve respect. However, even if we'd had a relatively peaceful existence without occupation, colonisation and genocide and even if we weren't discriminated against to this day by Westerners, we'd still be worthy of respect and proper representation.

Just like any other person and ethnic group in the world.

2) I believe I addressed your point, earlier, but allow me to do so again. Having POC Greeks or foreigners in this game or any other piece of media isn't bad in the slightest. On the contrary, it's quite positive. The thing is, though, as I understand it, that "representation" for the creators of this game was simply a change of skin colour and ethnic characteristics, following an imperialistic narrative created by the West to further seperate us from our culture - if I understood correctly - as they claim that the Greek Gods aren't Greek and that they were merely worshipped by Greeks but somehow belong to the entire globe (Which is simply erasure of other Pantheons and cultures as well as disrespectful to Hellenes) - despite being made in the image of Hellenes.

Had they wished to show the diversity of the ancient Hellenic world, they ought to have been a) more considerate of the demographics of the region (in other words, depict more Middle Easterners, North Africans, Balkans etc) and b) more considerate of the cultures of those characters and portrayed them properly (as I offered you the example of Michalis Afalagian with his role of Baku in Magissa) - as well as portray Greeks accurately.

3) I understand the fact that there might have been some form of miscommunication between you and @margaretkart - either due to the linguistic barrier or the heat of the moment. Personally, I don't use the term "illegal immigrants" as I don't support the connotation that humans can be "illegal" in any way (mainly because of the Hellenic term 'λαθρομετανάστες' which has always left me feeling a bit nauseous) but I am certain that is not what they were referring to. They aren't that type of person, to put it simply.

4) Now, Greeks do vary in appearence. As I said, there's a difference between someone being culturally Greek, ethnically Greek but mixed with another ethnic group (and, therefore, having two ethnicities) and just being ethnically Greek (with no intermixings) or, even, being a foreigner who simply lives in Greece but neither is nor feels Greek.

If they were meant to be ethnically Greek (but not mixed) then, yes, they would have certain features commonly found in their region of origin (for example, Cretans are usually darker-featured than Macedonians) or even the country, in general- the same goes for all other ethnic groups, as well, no?

Also, again, while Greeks vary in appearence, I don't believe that skin colour in itself offers representation.

Culture matters.

Ethnic features matter (our noses, our eyes, our lacking height etc).

Now, personally, I am the product of a Peloponnesean-Athenian and Macedonian Union and so I'm a bit on the medium spectrum (somewhat light featured but tan a lot in the summer and without any particular effort - the type of olive-toned that looks like a sickly yellow Victorian child during the Winter, in other words). In all honesty, I just consider myself Greek - involving skin colour in my identity is something I do not really support but I do acknowledge the fact that I am viewed as 'white' by other ethnic groups (especially when it suits them - but that's another discussion all together which I believe is mentioned in the article I sent), without that meaning that I or any other Greek are somehow interchangeable with people of other ethnic groups who have light features or skin or that we feel represented when we see them depict us (Brad Pitt, for example, didn't make me feel the least bit represented. Had they wished for a blond Greek man, or, at least a light featured one, we had options - the same goes for the others with Helen being the most obvious one - a German woman wasn't needed). A few examples compared to him and her:

You see the difference, right?

Lastly, yes, darker-featured and skinned people do face bias in most societies around the world (even in certain African countries) but that is a much larger and complex topic than what we are currently discussing, which - for me, at least - is the proper representation of Greeks in foreign-made media and our erasure as well as the proper representation of people of either a mixed background or even foreigners which - I believe - is something that was handled in a good enough manner (please correct me if I'm mistaken, it's been a year since I watched it) in the Anime Blood of Zeus where an Ethiopian character named Kofi was directly inspired by an actual historical figure. In fact, they did a pretty solid job depicting the variations of (ethnic) Hellenes in terms of skin tone and features.

Side note: I just saw your tags and I feel the need to stress my earlier made point as it seems you might not have read it in the previous response. Your tags:

Once again, "light skinned" characters do not represent us, either. Let me repeat myself: Whitewashing our Gods and Heroes isn't representation for us, either. Wasn't I clear, before?

Ps. I hope I covered your inquiries and objections. If not, I'd love to discuss this topic further and resolve any remaining matter.

When people say "the Greek gods should be ethnically Greek in Hades" they mean white.

Like they literally mean that they want all the Greek Gods to be white in the game

No, they don't mean culturally, if they wanted to talk about culture they wouldn't have brought up the word "ethnicity" and equal that to race (ethnicity doesn't mean just race, it can also mean a shared tradition or shared language, so yes, POC can be ethnically Greek if they had lived all their lifes there)

And it's so silly because like, oh, then Chaos isn't "greek" either because they're Grey and there aren't any actual Grey Greeks?

Also they're Gods! They can be anything they want, like sure, Zeus can be a swan and that's fine, but if he was a man with dark skin, that's too much?

They aren't criticizing the cultural hegemony the US has, they're just being racist and then masking their racism with "progressive" language

And then people here go and be like "Oh, poor little white people!! They have a right to demand a game without POC because it's their culture!!!"

Like what?

I'm sorry but you do remember that Greek mythology has been used, and is still being used as far right propaganda?

Like do you remember that the protagonists of the games are white and green eyed (on one eye) and the only POC are on secondary roles!?

(There can be a valid criticism about cultural hegemony in Hades, but this, isn't that)

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bigbrotherlouis · 4 years ago

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it’s baba marta day!!

in bulgaria, you celebrate by giving people red and white bracelets (мартеници), hoping that baba marta who controls the weather will be pleased by this sign of friendship and bring spring. when you see a flowering tree or a stork, you hang it on the tree for good luck.

usually, we buy martinitsi to give to people, but since we don’t live in bulgaria anymore, we make them to give to each other. i can’t send all of you a bracelet, so here’s your celebratory post instead.

честита баба марта, приятели!! happy first of march, and may your march be merciful ♥️🤍

#not saying corona was the result of not doing this last year but #i did not do it last year #so #personal issues #mine #also to any bulgarian who follow me:#these are not the best made martenitsi i am well aware #but oh well

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction || S/O Swearing In Another Language [Request]

A/N: First of all if you can speak another language props to you cause I can barely speak English and I’ve been speaking it for 24 years also I don’t speak any of these languages so if anything is wrong please tell me haha

SEOKJIN: (Yiddish)

For a while you had been teaching little bits of Yiddish to Jin whenever he asked you to, he found it great when he could insult one of the boys and they would have no idea what he was saying to them,

"Teach me another one." He begged as he laid beside you in bed one night, you rolled your eyes playfully at him trying to think of something you could tell him,

"Gay Kocken Offen Yom." You stared at him as he tried to figure out what you had said but he shook his head,

"You'll have to tell me, all I got was "ocean" at the end there." You giggled softly before explaining what you said to him,

"It's just a phrase, I said 'Go shit in the ocean', it doesn't really mean anything but you said to teach you something." He began saying it over and over again until he had the pronunciation perfect.

YOONGI: (Hindi)

Yoongi was familiar with the Hindi language since you would frequently use it around the house whenever you got the chance to, even teaching Yoongi and Namjoon a few phrases whenever they wanted to learn something new so when he heard you yell out in Hindi it was no big deal until it was followed by a loud smashing sound,

"Maa-dar-choo!" You screamed out before a loud smash sounded, Yoongi lept up from the sofa and raced into the kitchen to find you running your hand under the cold tap and repeating the word over and over again.

"What happened?!" He questioned as he saw glass on the floor with spilt food all over the place,

"I grabbed the dish when it was hot," You hissed, whispering the same phrase under your breath as the cold water cooled your skin down.

"What does Maa-Dar-choo mean then?" He questioned as he cleaned up the floor trying to distract you from the burning pain you had in your hand.

"Mother fucker," You laughed softly looking at your hand to see if you needed a doctor but it was nothing more than a small burn that would heal from home.

"Swearing in Hindi," He tutted playfully as he shook his head,

"Hey, you swear in Korean all the time." You nudged him as you began helping him clean up.

HOSEOK: (Polish)

Ever since you and Hoseok had gotten back from food shopping he'd locked himself in his home studio doing something, you figured he'd gotten a random boost of inspiration and decided to leave him while you packed everything away at home and made some dinner for the both of you. Hoseok had been acting weird since you swore in the middle of the supermarket, a man grabbed your ass not knowing that Hoseok was with you and you swore at him maybe he was embarrassed about it.

"Hobi? I made us some dinner," You whispered as you walked into the studio, he turned around in the chair was a red face. At first, you thought it was angry but then you noticed he was laughing and laughing very hard,

"What's so funny?" You whispered, laughing softly since his laughter was so contagious.

"You told him he was a fucking asshole?" You bit down on your lip remembering that you swore in Polish in the middle of the store, yelling out " Jebany dupek ," which literally translated to "Fucking Asshole," it explained while Hoseok was laughing so hard.

"I had no idea what it meant so I came back to look it up," You groaned laying your head on his shoulder while he tried to get you to teach him how to say it properly.

NAMJOON: (Greek)

You and Namjoon hadn't been dating long when you got into a small meaningless argument over something you could no longer remember but the both of you were so heated it continued to build over nothing until he finally gave in and walked away from you,

"Malaka," You mumbled under your breath not thinking that he would be able to understand you but he started laughing as he turned to look at you. He knew you were in a fight but hearing you call him an "asshole" in Greek he couldn't help but start laughing.

"xeris oti katalavaino?" You blinked at him as he said "You know I understand?" and you couldn't help but join in laughing with him.

"I thought I could get away with it," You whispered, kissing his chin as he kissed the top of your head.

"Not quite, maybe learn another language." He winked before going off to order you both something to eat.

JIMIN: (Swedish)

Jimin was in awe of you as you began ranting to him in both English and Swedish, switching between the languages right in front of him as you continued to ramble about a driver in front of you that had cut you off in the middle of the road,

"He nearly hit me! The idiotic- Agh! - Hjulet Snurrar Men Hamstern är död!" You yelled out as Jimin stared at you, blinking as he tried to think of what you could have said but the only word he thought he would have known was Hamster but nothing made sense if you had said Hamster.

"What?" You questioned as you could see how confused he was, his eyebrows were pressed together as he tried to work it out.

"What did you say...The Swedish part, I didn't catch it." You felt your body heat up in embarrassment but you repeated what it meant to him,

"The wheel is turning but the hamster is dead...Just means the guy was stupid," Jimin blushed as he kept trying to repeat it, promising he was going to use it for Jungkook one day if he ever got the chance to.

TAEHYUNG: (Spanish)

"Come Mierda," You spat out at someone that began yelling at Taehyung for nothing, the man stormed off while Taehyung watched you closely trying to figure out what you had said in Spanish. It always amazed him whenever you would switch to a different language but this time he knew that it couldn't have been a good thing that you had said and he was interested in knowing what it was.

"What did you call him to make him storm off?" He laughed as you sat down beside him in the restaurant again, the two of you were trying to have a nice evening but the man began yelling at you both for sitting too close, for being too loving to one another when it had nothing to do with him. Then the man began attacking Taehyung for no reason and you lost him,

"I called him a shit eater, I don't think he knew what it meant though," You laughed softly reaching forward for your drink.

JUNGKOOK: (Bulgarian)

Jungkook was laughing while you and Jimin bickered over who was cheating in the game of Uno that you were having, there was a power outage in the city so you and the boys were making the most of it while you could.

"That's cheating!" You yelled out as Jimin placed down a plus 4 to end the game on, of course, it sparked the debate on whether or not you were allowed to or not.

"Jungkook!" You whined as he took Jimin's side, Jimin smirked at you smugly so you threw the cards down and began mumbling in Bulgarian thinking that none of them would be able to understand what you were saying but Jungkook started laughing loudly as soon as he heard you mumble,

"Kon da ti go natrese," Jimin began demanding to know what it meant while Jungkook died of laughter on the sofa,

"T-They told you to go and get fucked by a horse," Jimin pouted before storming off in the other direction while Jungkook continued to die of laughter on the sofa.

Tagline: @lyoongx @mitzwinchester @taestannie @rjsmochii @kneel-begyourpardon @sw33tnight @sweeneyblue1 @innersooya @agustdjoon @jin-from-the-block @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk

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zarya-zaryanitsa · 3 years ago

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Are there are Slavic runes or symbols I can/should familiarize myself with? If so, do you have any sources you can point me towards? Very much appreciated.

This is not the subject I am particularly well versed in but no, to the best of my knowledge Slavs did not have any runic alphabet of their own, Glagolitic script being the oldest known Slavic writing system. Now there is one mention, by a 9th century bulgarian writer, that Slavs of the past did not write books but for the purposes of counting and divination they used a system of strokes and incisions. Following an old post Lamus Dworski made in Polish ages ago I believe the aforementioned signs might be something similar to tamgas.

Unfortunately it also came to my attention that there are some problematic modern groups of conspiracy theories-loving pagans and self-appointed history specialists who believe Slavs did have their own alphabet it was just destroyed by evil Westerners or Jews and all traces of it have been hidden. Just like all traces of Great Lechia, Slavs defeating Julius Cesear and other proofs of Slavic racial and cultural supremacy. If you catch a scent of those people best stay far away from them.

#Asks #slavic culture #history #runes #slavic paganism

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accioprozac · 4 years ago

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Jealous : Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: You’d known the Weasley twins since 1st year and had been pining after Fred nearly as long. You knew it wasn’t requited, Fred treated you like he treated Ginny, like a little sister. Your crush on him was painfully obvious, almost everyone knew except Fred. Still, you were holding out hope. Then Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball and you felt your heart spilt in two. But despite Fred’s apparent disinterest in you romantically, he still attempts to sabatoge all your dates and you’re getting sick of it.

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s note: Please interact! Also, I wrote this on my phone so sorry if the spelling and format is a bit wonky.

“The Yule Ball is coming up,” you mention, trying to keep your voice light, “Are you going to ask anyone?”

George gives you a knowing look and you glare at him. He knew about your not-so-secret crush on Fred. Hell, almost everyone did, except Fred. You weren’t exactly good at hiding your feelings.

“I have someone in mind,” he grins slyly.

“Really? Who?” You ask, a bit too excitedly, and he gives you an amused look. “Come on Fred, tell me!” You wheedle but he puts a finger to his lips, zipping them shut.

“I’ll give you a hint,” he starts, “She’s in Gryffindor.”

Well obviously,” George snorts. Fred gives him a look that says what’s that supposed to mean? “You barely talk to any Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws are too smart to put up with your shit and Slytherins? I’m pretty sure that whole house hates you after the prank we pulled last year.”

Fred’s eyes light up at the mention of the prank and he enthusiastically starts to recount Snape’s reaction to his House’s robes being turned red and gold.

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“He didn’t say much, but do you think he could be talking about me?” you ask Hermione anxiously as you both get ready for bed.

“Well it would make sense. You are the girl he spends the most time with.”

“I hope he asks me,” you say wistfully, “Night Hermione.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

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The next morning, Hermione’s forehead is wrinkled in thought when you sit down for breakfast, “Y/N,” she starts, “I heard from Lavender Brown who heard from Katie Bell that Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball.” Her lips are pursed as she anxiously studies your face for some type of reaction.

“Oh,” you say dejectedly, “Good for him.”

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Ginny says sympathetically, “My brother is an idiot.”

You give her a weak smile back.

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A few days later, Ernie Macmillan comes up to you and nervously asks you to Hogsmead. He’s sweating profusely but you secretly admire his bravery. You accept and the date is fairly uneventful, mostly consisting of playful banter, and he walks you back to the Gryffindor common room, kissing your cheek chastely before departing.

Fred and George caught sight of the kiss and Fred snorts, “A Hufflepuff?”

“What’s wrong with Hufflepuff?” You demand, crossing your arms.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” he mutters before angrily storming off. George mouths “sorry, I’ll talk to him,” before following Fred.

Ernie doesn’t talk to you again after that date. Every time you approach him, he finds some reason to leave quickly. You couldn’t lie, it was hurtful, was the date that bad? He seemed almost scared to be around you.

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A boy from Durmstang ends up asking you to the Yule Ball. His name is Ansen. He’s tall and has nice eyes, so you accept. Maybe you aren’t in love with him, but he’s a nice distraction from Fred. You get along with him well enough, you both like quidditch and chocolate frogs. He’s not a bad dancer either, he twirls you around and that combined with your F/C dress makes you feel like a princess.

When the Yule Ball ends, he walks you back to the Gryffindor tower and wishes you a good night.

When you enter the common room, George and Fred are talking in harsh whispers, heads bowed. Both of them are still in their Yule Ball suit. Fred looks up and seems a bit annoyed, “Who’s that bloke you went to the ball with?”

“His name is Asen, he goes to Durmstang,” you say, shrinking a bit under Fred’s glare. “He’s really nice,” you added, just because you could.

“You went with him??” Fred huffed, sounding a bit disbelieving. “He’s Bulgarian, how do you guys even talk?”

George grinned, “I bet there’s not much talking involved when they get together.” You shoot him a look, not helping George.

Ginny glares at them from a armchair by the fireplace, the splitting image of her mother, and they shrunk under her angry gaze. “Stop being gits,” she grabs my hand and pulls me to the girls dormitory, “Tell me everything.”

Once you’re done recounting the date, she smiles, “He sounds nice.”

“He is.”

“You don’t sound too happy,” Ginny notes innocently.

“I know,” you sigh. “I just wish I that Fred had asked me.”

Ginny winces, “I know the feeling.” Harry, right.

“I’m sorry Gin.”

“Boys are stupid, who needs them?”

“Here, here,” Hermione agrees from her bed, her voice is thick with tears and muffled slightly by her pillow.

“I’m going to kill Ron.”

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The next day, Ansen’s hair is bright blue. When you try to talk to him, he seems disgruntled and brushes you aside, muttering something about “stupid Weasley twins” and “she’s not worth the trouble.” You narrow your eyes and put two and two together. Fred and George.

You storm up to them and Fred gives you an annoyed look as you cut of his conversation with Angelina.

“You two are unbelievable! You can’t just prank everyone I try to date,” your voice raises a bit and you know you’re making a scene, but you’re to mad to care. You can feel onlookers burning holes into your back with their curious stares.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Fred drawls and George quickly removes himself from the situation, putting his hands up like don’t get me involved.

“You dyed Ansen’s hair blue and now he won’t speak to me,” you shoot a glare at him, “Not to mention whatever you did to poor Ernie.”

“We prank everyone,” he says defensively.

“You scared them away,” your voice is accusatory.

“Well if they’re that easily scared away, they’re not worth your time,” he replies breezily.

“You don’t get to do this,” you repeat. Your voice is quiet but shakes with anger and hurt.

“Why not?” Fred asks, looking a bit sullen.

“Because you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to ruin all my chances of love after you broke my heart,” your eyes widen at your thoughtless confession.

He gaped silently for a moment, “When I broke your heart?”

“You took Angelina to the Yule Ball.” At his blank look, you felt your face grow hot with anger, “You know what? Forget it. Fuck you Fred Weasley. Stay out of my life”

“Wait, Y/N!” He scrabbles up and grabs your wrist. You jerk it away from him, feeling like he burned you, before running into the girls dormitory.

Hermione, who had been silently watching the exchange, set her book down, “Fred Weasley, you are a compete arse,” she hissed before running after you.

She finds you lying face flat on your bed, “Y/N? I’m sorry about Fred, boys are idiots.”

You let out a watery laugh, “I hate him,” you pause, “but I also love him and he doesn’t love me back and it’s hurts, Mione.”

“I know,” she sighed, wrapping you in a hug. You allow yourself to cry on her shoulder and she glares at the wall behind you, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to Fred Weasley for hurting you.

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You avoid the Fred for a whole week and you’re absolutely miserable. You’ve been spending more time with Hermione which is fun and all, but you missed George(and maybe Fred too). It’s not that you were mad at George, but if you spoke to him, Fred would probably be there. You made sure to continue to smile at George in hallways but your face would turn icy at the arrival of Fred.

The next week, you’re walking to potions and Fred grabs you and pulls you into an empty classroom. “I need to talk to you,” he says.

You sigh wearily and avoid his gaze, “What do you want Fred? Can’t you just leave me alone?”

“I want you.” His voice is so earnest and when you look up to meet his eyes, he’s smiling nervously, hands wrung together.

You look away, “No, you don’t. You’re just saying that because you can’t stand seeing me with another boy and no longer fawning over you like a lovesick little girl.” Your tone is venomous and you take a step back, preparing to leave but his voice stops you.

“That’s not true,” he says defensively, “I fancy you, I think I always have. It just took seeing you with another bloke for me to realize.”

“What about Angelina?”

“I don’t love her, I love you,” his frank declaration stuns you into silence.

“You love me?” your voice is a hoarse whisper.

His face flushes and you hate that you still find him endearing after everything he’s done, he nods solemnly, “I do. I know I’ve been awful to you these past weeks and I don’t blame you if you don’t want to see me.”

You feel your resolve crumbling, “I’m still mad at you but I do miss being friends.” You don’t address the love confession, you were still too mad and hurt for that.

“I’ll make it up to you Y/N, I promise.”

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He stays true to his word. He walks you to every class and even apologizes to Ernie, who is no longer avoiding you. He doesn’t try to demand anything from you or push you, leaving everything up to you. Slowly, you begin to trust him again and can feel your relationship shifting from friends to something else.

Your first kiss is at the end of the school year. You say goodbye to George and turn to Fred, nervously aware of his family standing a few steps away. “Write to me?” you ask and he nods. You stand on your tip toes and peck him on the lips, quickly. He stares at you in shock for a moment before gently grabbing your waist and pulling you in for another a kiss that leaves you both breathless. You can hear his brothers hollering in the distance and Molly scolds them.

When you pull apart, Fred’s face is almost as red as his hair, “Bye Y/N, I’ll uh- see you next year,” he pauses, “Or maybe you could come to the Burrow sometime during the summer? You don’t have to but I reckon Mum would love to have you, and I would too of course-“

You cut off his rambling with a laugh, “I’d love to Freddie.”

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theweasleysredhair · 4 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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