#eurolove

[ringthebethal]

EuroLove (Ch 1)

Joost Klein x UK entrant Liz

A/N: this is my first fic in a while so I'm rusty but please enjoy

Amsterdam, Saturday, 13 April 2024

Liz sprinted down the corridor of the bustling venue, her manager Sophie hot on her heels. The sound of their hurried footsteps echoed off the walls.

"We are so late," Liz panted, glancing back at Sophie as they approached a door.

Sophie swung it open, and they slipped inside just as Francis, the tour manager, was addressing the acts. He turned and spotted them. "Just in time, UK," he remarked, his tone a mix of relief and mild reprimand.

Liz offered a sheepish smile. "Sorry, my plane got delayed, so we came straight here.

Scanning the room, she noticed Bambie and Marko had saved her a seat between them. She quickly made her way over, grateful for the familiar faces.

"Got your usual," Bambie whispered, handing her a coffee cup as Francis continued with the briefing.

"Thank you, you're a star," Liz murmured back, taking a quick sip of the much-needed caffeine.

Francis's voice cut through the low murmurs. "Right, next up after Ireland is Miss Late, UK," he said, eliciting a wave of chuckles from the room. "And then last will be Amsterdam himself, Joost."

Everyone's attention shifted to the front where a tall, blonde guy stood. His hair was a mess under a sideways cap, and he wore a white long-sleeve undershirt with a pink top over it. "This is your first show, so make sure to say hello to everyone if you can. Meeting's over, guys. Go chill and get ready; you have three hours until curtain up."

Liz leaned over to Bambie. "He's kind of cute."

Bambie rolled her eyes. "You said that about Marko too."

"They are right," Marko chimed in with a laugh.

"Yeah, but you're like a brother to me now," Liz retorted with a grin. "Elizabeta is like my sister; we even have the same name."

Marko laughed. "You two are like twins. You just like blondes, don't you?"

"She has a type," Bambie added, giggling.

"Shut up, you two," Liz said, playfully hitting Marko's arm. "I'm going to our dressing room, Bambie."

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The backstage area at the Eurovision pre-party show was a whirlwind of activity. Contestants from various countries mingled, producers scurried about, and the buzz of excited conversations filled the area. Liz stood quietly in a corner, trying to stay out of the spotlight. Her heart raced with nerves as she mentally rehearsed her performance, hoping to avoid any awkward encounters.

She tugged at the hem of her dress, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Just then, a lively figure caught her eye. Joost, was moving through the crowd with an infectious energy. His laughter rang out as he greeted fellow contestants, his presence impossible to ignore.

Suddenly, Joost’s gaze locked onto hers from across the room. He paused, his smile broadening. Intrigued by her quiet demeanor amidst the chaos, he decided to make his way over to her. With an easy confidence, he weaved through the crowd, never taking his eyes off her.

“Hey there,” he said, his voice warm and inviting as he finally reached her. “You’re the UK entrant, right?”

She looked up, startled by his direct approach. “Y-yes, that’s me,” she replied, her cheeks flushing. “I’m really looking forward to your performance,” he continued, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest. “I’ve heard great things.”

“Thank you,” she managed, feeling a mix of shyness and flattery. Joost’s presence was both overwhelming and oddly comforting. His enthusiasm was contagious, and she found herself relaxing slightly.

“I’m Joost, by the way,” he introduced himself with a charming smile. “Not that you wouldn’t know, but formalities, right?”

She laughed softly, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “I’m Liz,” she replied, her voice gaining a bit more confidence.

“So, Liz,” Joost said, leaning in a bit closer, “how are you feeling about tonight? Excited? Nervous?”

“A bit of both,” she admitted, glancing down at her feet. “It’s all so overwhelming.”

Joost nodded, his expression understanding. “I get it. This whole thing is pretty intense. But hey, from what I’ve seen, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Your voice is incredible, and your performance style is so unique.”

She looked up at him, surprised by his genuine compliments. “You’ve seen my rehearsal?”

“Of course,” he said, his grin widening. “I wouldn’t miss it. You’ve got real talent, and I’m not just saying that.

Her cheeks grew warmer at his praise, but she felt a flicker of confidence. “Thank you, Joost. That means a lot coming from you.”

Joost’s interest in her became increasingly apparent. He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “You know,” he said softly, “I’ve met a lot of people through this contest, but there’s something special about you, Liz.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she looked up at him, her shyness giving way to curiosity. “Special? How so?”

Joost smiled, his expression earnest. “You’re genuine. You’ve got this quiet strength and authenticity that’s really inspiring. It’s not just about your talent; it’s about who you are.”

She felt a warmth spread through her at his words, and for the first time that evening, her nerves seemed to melt away. “Thank you, Joost. That means more than you know.”

Just then, an announcement echoed through the backstage area, calling for the UK entrant to prepare for her performance. Joost gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes full of encouragement. “You’re going to be amazing out there. I’ll be cheering for you from the sidelines.”

With a final, lingering look, Joost smiled at her, his presence a comforting reassurance. She nodded, feeling a newfound surge of confidence as she turned to head to the stage. As she walked away, her heart was light and full, knowing that someone as wonderful as Joost believed in her.

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"Hey," he said, his Dutch accent adding a delightful lilt to the word. "Great performance out there. You were amazing."

She smiled back, feeling a flutter in her chest. "Thanks, Joost. You were fantastic too."

He took a step closer, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest. "I was wondering... I mean, if it’s not too forward, could I get your number? I'd love to stay in touch, maybe share some tips on surviving the madness of Eurovision."

The reader felt her cheeks warm, flattered by his attention. "Of course," she said, pulling out her phone. They exchanged numbers, and she felt a thrill as their fingers brushed briefly.

Joost looked at her, his smile turning a bit playful. "You know, there's this great little café not too far from here. If you're not in a rush, maybe we could grab a coffee before your flight home?"

She bit her lip, considering the offer for only a second before nodding. "I'd love that."

"Perfect," Joost said, his grin widening. "I know just the place."

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"Star sign?" Liz asked with a playful smile, sipping her coffee.

"Scorpio," Joost replied with a laugh. "What about you?"

"Taurus," she said, her eyes twinkling. "My birthday is the 22nd."

"Got any special plans?" Joost inquired, leaning a little closer.

"I'll be starting rehearsals that day," Liz explained, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Flying in late on the 21st and then straight to the stadium. But I think Bambi and Marko might be cooking up a surprise."

"I arrive on the 20th with my crew," Joost said, chuckling. "Wait till you meet them. They're a handful."

"If they're anything like you, I'm sure we'll get along just fine," Liz winked, her smile turning a touch more mischievous.

Joost's eyes sparkled with interest. "Well, maybe we can sneak in some time before the madness begins. I'd love to show you around."

"That sounds like a plan," Liz replied, her tone suggestive. "Just make sure you're ready to keep up with me."

"Oh, I'm always ready for a challenge," Joost teased, his grin widening. "Especially one as intriguing as you."

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P I S A | italy 

[demonwilled]

Berserker , you are far too angry . I will hug you , until your anger subsides and you are able to feel your other emotions . Come , come here ! ! ! @euroloved​

“EH?! BUT I LIKE MY ANGER--- Are ya just handin’ out free hugs to everyone or did I step outta line?!” The towering Berserker inched away from the Rider and her warm countenance like her sweet offer of hugs was some kinda impending punishment. It’s not clear what part of it shocked him: her casual approach, the unprompted affection... or that he wasn’t even sure what other emotions existed. 

[noircisaint]

' Jeanne , you are so strong ! I am glad you are here to assist with protecting our master ! ' @euroloved​

❝ Do not refer to me with that name. That despicable name is not mine. ❞ Sharp eyes found the Rider within an instance. Lack of care people practiced grated her mood once again. ❝ To you, as well as others it is AVENGER. I will not accept you referring to me by any other namesake. Consider your words next time you bother to speak to me. ❞

Through it was with particular reason her name, the mere tune of it vexed the Vengess. To an even higher degree when used to refer to the Vengess without thought. Posture reflected her irked mood directly, with arms crossed she continued. �� Also be quiet. I’ve heard enough nonsense from you. ❞ 

[trickandmxgic]

@euroloved​ said:  "You were a strategist - - goodness that must have been quite a stressful position! Even still , you must have been very good at it. . ."

          "It had it's ups and downs, but it was a position that was quite fun in fact. " In Guo Jia's book, there was always fun to be had in the thrill of war and the outsmarting of your enemies. "I was indeed good at it, too, possibly the best, however I am sure some of my contemporaries would disagree with that assessment." Guo Jia chuckles, envisioning Zhuge Liang rolling his eyes, or Chen Gong and Sima Yi's snark. "I cannot imagine having been in a position like yourself though, my lady-- queen of an entire kingdom, partner to the king of the Olympian gods, and a parent to top it all off, now that must have been stressful.” Guo Jia, flashing a smooth smile, continues, “I can only hope that being one of the ancient world’s most beautiful women brought some solace to that bustling life of yours~”

[gateskey]

@euroloved​​ | starter call

“Hey, homie, over here!” Oh no, it appears Abigail was (once again) in a bad girl mood! And now she was standing very suspiciously in a corner of the room, glancing over at Europa with a somewhat smug grin on her face. “I heard y’wanted to learn. About...”

   ( dramatic pause )

       “... the memes.”

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[alteredcore]

@euroloved​ said ;  ( Insert blushy-faced Europa here. )

        Don´t mind him as he keeps on staring at her with those emotionless golden eyes of his.

[nishkach]

 @euroloved​ asked : ' gives the good Doctor head pats. ' ♡

“miss europa?” turning his head around towards the woman, the doctor seems slightly confused at the gesture. but... ah. she is a rather motherly personality, right? maybe it is her way to encourage someone? 

“thank you.” romani offers a warm smile before tilting his head a little to the side “but can I help you with something?”

[ardenssolis]

@euroloved​​ said (inbox):

Blessed be it's the mighty SUN , would you allow me to bask in thine rays even if for just a short time ?

     HMM...MANNERS. HE LIKED that. This was certainly the best way to approach one as proud as himself -- praise and proper respect towards who he was. ❝Hm, because I like your words, you may do as you wish. I will allow it.❞ One should be blessed to bask in his very presence for even a mere minute -- no, second. In the past, many would have been overwhelmed just to have the chance to even have a pharaoh look in their direction, let alone be given this bit of generosity.

[demonwilled]

( head- pats ) good boy ! @euroloved​

That he didn’t mention any intent of bodily harm in the last 10 sentences that sprung out of his mouth was the closest he’d ever be to good. He wasn’t sure if that’s her standard now in dealing with him, and with a heavy sigh it showed that Berserker didn’t care to find out. “Yeah, yeah. Hey, if ya got a hand free, then pass me the soda.“ Thumbstick and buttons kept his own busy. With his attention glued to the TV and game, he was too distracted to deal with futile attempts to get her to stop.

[wrathlead]

@euroloved​ said ;  ' Ara , Assassin you must learn quell your anger-- violence is not always the answer.' / random starters ! (accepting)

            "HAH? I don´t know about you rider, but violence has always been my only answer." And with that being said, the assassin was truly not lying to her, as violence had been probably the only constant all along his life. 

Violence has been the only thing that has been taught to him, and it has been as well the only thing he has been told he was good at, so for a man who was born from a poor family and for one who has received no formal education, Izou had not been able to see that there actually existed other opportunities for someone so skilled with the sword since such a young age. This blindness eventually ended up leading him to resort to the closer path he could find at that moment, which lead him to a life filled with violence, all of this with the intention of surviving.

Truth be told, although he usually carries this loud and confident attitude around him, Izou does oftentimes think about his life, about his past where he worked as an assassin under Takechi Hanpeita, and how maybe, just maybe, he could´ve had another life if only he had declined the poisonous man´s offer. These thoughts often crossed his mind,  yet this did not mean he allowed for them to stay long.

Tapping the end of his scabbard against his muscular shoulder, Izou, who a few minutes earlier had been facing the rider, began to now walk away. Of course, not before dropping a few more words on his behalf.

"Violence may not work for you, but it´s the only thing that has never abandoned me."

[mars-the-4th-planet]

Tory~chan: Guess wot I have~?

Labour~chan: what? Not brexit is it? We talked about this...

Tory~chan: Nope! A KNIFE!

LibDem~kun: NO!

SNP~chan: OH YE GODS WHY SHE GOT A BLODDY KNOIFE NOW

Labour~chan: She's just a bad girl. Ought to take her knife away.

Tory~chan: wot? I am not, stop saying that! Fookin eurolover.