I just have this idea popped into my head and decided to make a post because why not? And also I have fallen back to the hell that is called Hetalia due my dear friend/hermana (You know who you are)
Imagine reader in hetalia as a country but she’s just like Gloria Pritchett from Modern Family. So for this scenario the reader be a Spanish speaking country and is the sister to Spain.
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Country!Reader with the Axis Powers and showing them a tactical military vehicle that her people made so the Axis Powers can use. So she’s driving it with them in the car but it got a flat tie, and surprise! She doesn’t know how to change a tire, neither does Japan or Italy so Germany has to do it.
Germany as he kneels down trying to change the tire with a pissed off expression as he eyes Country!Reader.
“[Country Name] I can’t believe you don’t know how to change a tire! The Verdammt car was build in your country! Your country is known for armored vehicles! Surely you had flat before!”
Country!Reader standing to the side with Italy and Japan watching Germany do all the work.
“I had a lot of flats but I would reapply my makeup and I would wait and then in five minutes, I would have my own pit crew.”
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America needs a handkerchief for some reason, so he visits Country!Reader who’s in the Untied States for some diplomatic reason, so she’s renting a house.
Country!Reader looking through her drawers until she finds something for America.
“¡Ay look, this might work!”
Gives America a turquoise fabric, smiling brightly. He takes it with some disappointment.
“Well except it’s turquoise,” Unfolds the fabric to see it’s actually her bra, America grew a bit irritated. “Oh and a bra!”
Country!Reader place a hand on her hip annoyed by America being ungrateful. “Do you think the kids in my country have pocket squares?”
America rolled his eyes and head as he tosses the bra, annoyance in his voice.
“Here we go with your country…” (¬▂¬)
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Country!Reader is talking to Japan, who’s feeling alone and feels out of place within the Axis Powers. She’s trying to comfort him.
“I know the feeling, I grew up as an isolated country myself when I was younger, so isolated that I had to bring in strangers so that the children could learn who not to talk to.”
Japan freezes for a moment before looking at Country!Reader, with doubt all over his face.
“You know… I have to say sometimes your stories about your country sound a little made up…”
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Country!Reader is out drinking with Prussia and Germany, enjoying how the two brothers getting along. Country!Reader with a small smile as she took a sip of her drink.
“Mi hermanó will have never taken me out for a drink.”
Germany placing his beer down. “Why, was Spain super strict?”
Country!Reader shakes her head. “No, he never seen me as an adult… well except when more powerful countries came to our house like Turkey, then he’ll run to the back of the house and be like, ‘[Country Name] you go talk to him and tell him I’m not here right now, but unbuttoned your shirt a little bit first,’.”
Germany and Prussia completely stunned in silence.
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Country!Reader I don’t know switch sides and now is with the Allied Forces. She already been to a few meetings with them, so already seen the chaotic dynamic of the group especially when they fight. Country!Reader is already quite acquainted with America’s habit to play the hero and how he and England constantly argue.
She arrives early to a meeting before the others, and walks in to already see America and England fighting about something she had no clue about. The fight ends with America leaning his forehead against the whiteboard and England huffing in his seat. She quirked a brow seeing the depressed looking American.
“America what the hell are you doing.”
England sighs. “He wants to cancel the battle plans we made because he doesn’t like how it wouldn’t make him the hero.”
Country!Reader getting mad, tired of the American’s attitude. “The exact battle plans we made after rescheduling the meeting three times, changing the location twice so the whole Allied Forces can met up together?!”
America look to Country!Reader. “Please send my regrets, now can I have a little privacy…”
Country!Reader pissed off as she walks out of the meeting room as she yells. “¡Privacy, esto que faltaba a mí! ¡Privacy en este lugar!”
A moment later she comes back with a pistol. Completely fed up with the whole situation, this being the straw that broke the camel’s back for her. She is done with the fights of the Allied Forces.
“I’m so sick of stubbornness!”
She points to England, whose jumps a bit seeing the gun. Country!Reader remembering his moments of being immature.
“You act like a little boy that doesn’t want to accept he’s wrong!”
Then Country!Reader turns and looks at America.
“And you, like a sad old man that doesn’t want to be happy! That’s it!”
She then shoots a centimeter away from America’s head, shocking him and making England jaw smacked. The American blue in the face with fright.
“You could’ve shot me!!!”
Country!Reader huffs. “Come on America, I could’ve unbuttoned your shirt if I wanted to. Now sit down and be quiet.”
Looks at their shocked faces, waving the pistol. “I’m keeping this gun with me during the meeting.”
Country!Reader then sat down waiting for the other Allied Countries. America and England absolutely shocked but sitting down quietly as well, fearfully looking at her as they waited for the others.
SUMMARY: "You're going to the Yule Ball with me", Fred Weasley states in front of the whole table, addressing you. Ever the confident, he'd rather take another ageing potion than consider the possibility of you saying no. He wants to go with you, and you want to go with him. But you're making him earn it, aren't you?
A/N: English is not my first language, and this is the first fic I share, so please treat it with extra love. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Hope you enjoy it, and merry Christmas 🎄🧡
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The Triwizard Tournament.
That was what everyone was talking about. Some were eager to participate, others were skeptical about the whole thing, and the most reckless, like Fred Weasley, were upset because of the no-under-seventeen rule. Some didn't want to participate, but they were still excited and thrilled. You were excited and thrilled too, but for a very different reason: Beauxbatons.
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You were born in Spain. Your parents were muggles. When you were ten, you learned the news: your mother had been offered a job in London, and since it was an interesting and well paid one and your financial situation was complicated, your parents had agreed you'd all move there, in hopes that your father would find a job there too. You understood, but still you were sad about leaving your friends and everything you knew.
Once in London, you went to school, made some friends and started getting familiarised with the language and culture, though you didn't have the chance to completely settle there, since next summer you got your Hogwarts letter. No one in your family knew a single thing about magic, so your parents were reluctant about letting you attend a magical boarding school at first. They weren't bothered by the fact of their daughter being a witch, but this was a whole different thing.
Still, and after a long talk with a Ministry worker, a few magic demonstrations and even a short walk through Diagon Alley, they had finally agreed to letting you go to Hogwarts, telling you that if you tried it and didn't like it, you could always come back home to a muggle life, though that never happened.
You loved spending time with them on holidays and visiting your country, but you also loved Hogwarts and all the magic to it and its students, some of which you considered your friends. You often wondered what would've happened if your mother never had gotten that job in London. Would you have discovered your powers? Would you have ever known about this fascinating hidden world?
That's why you were so thrilled when you heard about Beauxbatons.
This magic school was located in France, but it also admitted students from Spain. Would you have gone there if you hadn't moved to England? Maybe there was some Spanish witch or wizard amongst the visitors, who you could befriend. Maybe even there was one of your Spanish friends, though that was impossible. Well, improbable.
When the Beauxbatons visitors had made their entrance, you had scanned their faces in search of any familiar one, but you were quickly deceived. Still, after a few weeks, you had met one of them, a Spanish witch called Sofía, with whom you had bonded quickly.
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Back to the present, you were sat in the Great Hall with Hermione, Ginny and Ron. Sofía was with her Beauxbatons friends, and Harry was sat with Neville several seats appart. It seemed like Ron and him had had a big fight, though you prefered to stay out of the whole thing, since you had other things worry about, like your studies. And the Yule Ball.
Ah, the Yule Ball.
Everyone was so excited about it, and people were either asking or waiting to get asked. You didn't have a date yet, and while you would like to have someone ask you out, you wouldn't mind going by yourself. You looked too beautiful in that dress to have it wasted just because no boy had dared to approach you.
You were enjoying your dinner, lost in all these thoughts, when you suddenly heard someone calling your name. You looked around till you found the source: Fred Weasley, already looking at you and grinning, with an amused George sat by his side.
"You're going to the Yule Ball with me", he said with a charming smile.
It wasn't a question. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a statement. A good-intentioned one, probably, but a statement nonetheless.
You didn't dislike Fred. In fact, you'd be more than pleased to go with him to the Ball, but you didn't like the way he had done it. Even if it wasn't his intention, he had put you in a kinda compromised situation, stating it in front of everyone as if there was no doubt, no option. Too confident. Too public.
You wanted to say yes, but not before giving his ego a smack or two. If he really wanted to go with you, he'd have to earn it.
"Am I?", you questioned his statement with an amused tone. That seemed to catch him a bit off-guard, though he didn't stop smirking.
"Are you?".
At this point, the whole table was paying attention to your conversation, though Fred didn't look taken aback, and if he wasn't, neither would you
You pretended to be thinking. "Why would I?".
"'Cause I'm charming, funny, and the best date you could have", he grinned without wavering.
So that was it. He wanted to go with you, and he was sure you would because, in his mind, who else would you want to go with if not the amazing Fred Weasley? 'Poor boy', you thought, already planning your next move, 'he'll have to work harder than this'.
"Well, that's easier said than proved", you said out loud, earning some whispered 'oooh's across the table. Fred didn't retort straight away, and George and Lee looked like they were having the time of their lives. You stared briefly at your watch, then right into Fred's soul.
"I love the confidence, but you'll need more than that. It's 8 pm. You have until tomorrow this same time to convince me to go with you", you addressed him with a daring look, "Unless you want to back down", you added with a playful smirk, knowing that, after your statement, the last thing he would do was backing down.
"I'd never", he told you with a grin, the engines in his head already working on what he would call a master plan.
"Twenty four hours, Weasley", you said, standing up and saying good night to your friends before heading to your bed, since you had already finished your dinner and there was nothing else you had to tell the boy.
You fell asleep quite easily, the emotions and exhaustion of the day draining your brain completely.
Chaos you're my conform writer fr 😭 😭 You always look for diversity and try to ensure that we can all feel identified.
Well, Im Spanish (specifically from Andalusia) and I would like to request something about a Spanish reader
I <3 u!!
YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ANON! I love this and I love you!! 🖤✨
Representation matters! I try my hardest to conform and include all poc!readers in the fandom! I do have to apologize fresh out the gate anon: Spanish is my weakest language so PLEASE have mercy on my translation! 😭 I'm a better listener than speaker!
Let's make some noise for Spanish!reader specifically from Andalusia! 🇪🇸✨
Let it stand on record that you and Joker almost fought when you first told him that you were Spanish. His white-wash comment of "Oh like from Mexico?" had you ready to throw hands. 💥
Because tf!?! No disrespect to Latinos.... but you're from the mother country. Specifically from Andalusia. You are steeped in a rich culture that dates back to the 13th century, if not farther.
You refuse to let Joker diss your community like that and the first few weeks getting to know each other was rocky due to his blunder.
Joker tries to apologize and he spends time learning there is a huge difference in cultures.
You identify as a Spaniard and even your local dialect differs from the 'traditional Spanish' spoken around the world.
It makes for a more fluid sound that Joker adores. He makes up for his initial blunder by asking you out in Spanish ¿Quieres ser mia?
You laugh at his terrible pronunciation but eventually cut him some slack. He went out of his way to learn how to ask and it shows. He waits with bated breath for you to say yes before dazzling you with that scarred smile of his.
That's not to say he knows the language or tries to learn. Far from it in fact. 🫣 He likes not knowing.
Joker is left speechless when someone threatens you and you toss the insult right back in Spanish.
Joker doesn't know a word you're saying but it sounds hot. You talk so fast, he literally standing there like 👁 👄 👁 This man is a simp I swear.
Word gets around that The Joker is smitten, making googly eyes at some girl and he has to do damage control.
He asks you for the loose translation of your threat and you sheepishly tell him (insert whatever) 👀
"Ohhhh! My girl is so feisty! And possessive.." 😏 J rewards you for your bravery behind closed doors.
Joker eventually acknowledges the rumor of him dating a crazy Andalusian and you adopt that reputation because it keep you safe.
In reality, you aren't the angry/crazy Spaniard stereotype that people often assume. You are actually sweet and love to sing/dance to keep your culture alive. You wouldn't harm a fly and only Joker knows that.
Speaking of culture. When Joker saw you in traditional dress, he was 🥴😍😍😍😍 and begged you to spin spin spin!!
He loves the ruffles! The vibrant colors! You. Good lawd the man is obsessed girl.
English (may or may not) be your first language but he can still understand you on a good day.
He loves hearing your accent and requests that you speak in your native tongue more around the apartment and especially in the bedroom.. 😏
Joker is such a freak. MOVING ON! This is a sfw hc Chaos... lol (I can’t help it)
He can't help it either! Sometimes Joker deliberately does things to provoke your anger so he can hear you speak in your native tongue.
Joker would never harm you, but he does cut it pretty close sometimes. 👀
You were at home catching up on some laundry. You thought Joker was gone for the night and put on some tunes.
He hated when you wore headphones when you were home alone, case in point, because you couldn't hear your surroundings. Just to prove his point of how dangerous it was, Joker came home early to scare you.
He snuck his way down the hall and watched you casually loading the dryer with clothes, humming to some music. He smiled hearing your voice sing along with the fast pace tempo.
He could watch you all night but he was on a mission.
So without further ado, he slammed a door closed down the hallway. You were startled but mostly seemed unfazed so he decided to up the stakes.
You finished up your task in the laundry room and made your way back to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
You screamed when you felt hands grab at you from behind and you didn't think twice as your hands made contact with a nearby pan and swung.
Joker easily dodged the skillet and burst into laughter seeing his Bunny shaking in fright. This is exactly why he didn't like you wearing headphones while home alone!
So easily distracted and you dented the poor pan.
Once you recognized that your cruel boyfriend was attempting to give you a heart attack, your fear turned into anger. You ripped your headphones off and didn't bother translating your words.
¿Has perdido la cabeza? ¡Pude haberte lastimado, Joker!"
You groaned out your annoyance as Joker bit his lip, eying you lustfully. He loved when you spoke Spanish to him. You looked like a goddess to him all passionate in your ire.
"¡Oh Dios mío, juegas demasiado!" You threw up your hands and walked out.
"Whah... wait Bunny! Were ya goin'?" Joker rushed after you and got a door slammed in his face as a response.
It was all worth it to see that fire in your eye burn brightly. He would have fun apologizing to you tonight.
a/n: this is set before the golden music video was filmed. it has like one paragraph of angst. this is such a special work for me and it took me sooo long to get it right, i hope you like it! please reblog and give feedback! 🤍
a massive massive thank you to @lollypopsx for always being incredibly awesome and supporting and creating the beautiful heather! i love you so so much lols! x ❤️
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“Desde que tú llegaste, todas las piedras me dan abrigo. Y ahora tu cuerpo es patria, tengo aguijón y un buen enemigo” Harry walked into the living room to see you dancing to the music Alexa was playing. Swaying your hips like a summer breeze, moving delicately through the room like nobody was watching, feeling like the main character of your own music video. Thinking of him. “Es nuestro himno ahogado, rumor de sables que yo te canto. Los haré resonar como una herejía en el campanario” You sang sweetly, dancing your way towards Harry. He had a bright smile plastered all over his face, dimples on full display. He understood none of the words you sang but seeing you so happy and carefree was his biggest joy. You reached out to him and grabbed his hands, pulling him towards you, smiling wide. He let his jacket fall onto the floor as well as his bag and started dancing along with you.
“Sobre un cajón de pólvora duermo cerca de tu mirada. Y este olor a combate es la brisa fresca de tu mañana” You sang as you placed your hands on his cheeks and he placed his on your waist, keeping you close to him. “You don’t understand anything, do you?” You giggled while the music continued playing and the both of you kept swaying back and forth like you were on a dance floor. “No, I don’t. It sounds so dreamy though” he smiled mesmerised and looked deep into your eyes. “But I’d love to know what it says. Pluuuus,” he pecked your lips sweetly with a smirk on his face “I can improve my Spanish to swoon your parents next time we visit” He smirked, looking into your eyes, never letting go of you. He pulled you impossibly closer to him by your hips and you placed your face on his chest, feeling his loving heartbeat on your cheek. He felt like home.
“This is the chorus now” you informed him. “It says: I don't care if the earth is flat, if the forests burn or the sea boils. What difference does it make when you're near? Gravity is suspended”. You lifted your face from his chest, singing the next verses looking into his eyes. “They'll close the doors on us, they'll mock the most sacred. Poor them, they don't know it yet, but we've already won” Harry intertwined your fingers and lifted your hands between his chest and yours in an effort to feel you even closer to his heart. Both of you kept swaying along to the music filling the room, floating to the rhythm of the song as you stared into each other’s eyes. It doesn’t matter what happens, it will always be you against the world, together. “Does it really say all that?” his smile still spread on his face, refusing to disappear anytime soon. This is happiness, he thought. She is home. “It does”, a stupid love grin plastered on your face. “Hmmm... I have already won” he thought out loud. “I got you” his heart felt full of love and adoration towards you. You blushed and your heart fluttered before continuing singing for him.
“When the sun goes out, don't be in a hurry. Take my hand and come, we'll sail together to the abyss of Finisterre” As the chorus played, you saw Harry’s face light up with excitement. “I understood that! That’s that place we went to! When we visited your parents, right? It’s the first option we have for the Golden music video. Fin…finis…finistair was it?” You started crackling out loud. "Aw, man, I just butchered it, didn't I?" He started laughing along with you.
"Yeah, but you were so cute!" You placed your hands over his cheeks and squeezed them together, still a giggling mess. He kept his hands on your waist and pinched you lightly at the feeling of his face being smushed. You squealed, unable to stop giggling from the happiness that was filling your heart. "Aye, don't make fun of me! Y'know I can't do that sexy thing you do with your tongue!" A cheeky grin plastered all over his face, so proud of his naughty innuendo. "Oh my God, Harry!" you chuckled throwing your head backwards, a soft blush making an appearance on your cheeks. He took advantage of the access he was suddenly given to your neck and dived into it, blowing raspberries as revenge for poking fun at him. You squealed once again, trying to pull away from his embrace. "Okay okay I'm sorry!" You laughed, managing to break free from his raspberry attack.
"You mean the rolled r's?" As the music kept playing, both of you kept swaying to the rhythm, holding each other close. “Yeah, it’s very sexy” he tried to roll his tongue, but it sounded more like a hoarse dog. You giggled and rolled yours perfectly. “As I said, wonderful tongue” he leant in and pushed his lips against yours into an intense yet soft and sweet kiss. “I actually had a meeting today about the Golden music video and the location. We’re between that place and the Amalfi Coast, in Italy. What do you reckon?”
As the song continued playing, you looked at him wide-eyed. “Wait, are you serious? You’re considering Finisterre for the Golden music video location?” The thought of having such an overlooked place featured in such a huge video excited you. You wanted people to appreciate the breathtaking scenery you grew up cherishing and that, through the last couple years, had become even more important to you due to the memories Harry and you had created there.
“Yeah, it’s a great place for it. It has amazing views and lighting, and the history about it being the end of the world and all that could translate extraordinarily on video. What do you think?” Finisterre meant the place where the world ends, the end of the world, so you couldn’t exactly picture what that had to do with Golden, a song that was the complete opposite of that darkness that came from the world coming to an end. “I mean, the place is beautiful for any music video, but I can’t see how it’d be good enough to convey Golden”.
“Well, that exact opposition is what makes it the perfect location. No matter how much darkness surrounds us, there will always be light, and for me that’s you” he placed one of his hands on your cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb. “You’re my golden light in the middle of all the darkness that there may be.” Your cheeks turned the brightest shade of red while your smile grew wide, and your heart fluttered. Fuck, this man was something else. You pushed your lips against his in a loving and affectionate kiss as time stopped around you and the song came to an end. Your only focus was on his presence and the fluttering feeling he caused on you. You were in love with this man. There was no doubt in your mind that he was the one. The one you wanted to share the rest of your life with. The one you wanted to raise children with. The one you wanted to go on adventures with. The one you’ll always come back to whenever you’ve had a bad day – or a great one. The one you wanted to share the littlest of things with – and the greatest ones. The one. You had always known, but this domestic scene, so full of love and adoration towards each other, simply made clear that that there was no doubt about it. “I love you”
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“Yes, that would be a great shot. We’d need a drone for it and do it quick when the wind hasn’t picked up much yet, but she could be with her arms open, hugging the darkness and covering it with golden light”. Harry talked Ben and Gabe Turner, who would be directing the Golden music video. You were all at the top of the Finisterre lighthouse, your hair blowing in the wild wind, but you didn’t care. You had long forgotten the conversation going on next to you, too focused on what was ahead of you: a dangerous abyss and a never-ending ocean, full of mysteries, stories, and memories. Down below were a handful of curious tourists, couples taking silly pictures, photographers trying to capture the pure essence of the calm, warm and golden sunset, and the wild, dark, and dangerous sea colliding at the horizon. A storm was fast approaching, though the sun refused to be covered behind those big grey clouds until it had fully set. The wind had started to pick up slowly but surely, making it more difficult to maintain a conversation at a normal volume. The three men decided to conclude their discussion on shots and video concepts for the day and make their way to the van that would take you all to the hotel, but you didn’t want to leave just yet. Once at the bottom of the lighthouse, you could see that all the tourists, couples and photographers had already left, a few drops starting to fall. As the directors and Harry walked towards the van, still discussing their ideas, you turned around and headed the other way, towards the cliffs.
“I can see this video winning a Grammy, Styles. There’s a lot of potential here” Gabe promised, opening the door to the van and stepping in. “Yeah, and YN being the main character in it, she may even get calls to appear in other projects or even go further. It could be her jump start in the industry, if she wants that of course" Ben added, joining Gabe inside the vehicle. “Give us a call if she decides to give the industry a thought, we’ll be glad to give her a hand” offered Gabe. “Thanks for the offer, guys, but I don’t think she’s interested in being part of the industry. Are you, reina?” He turned around, assuming you were following not far behind, only to not see you there, but to see you running towards the abyss. The colour drained from his face in mere milliseconds, feeling that, suddenly, it all was happening in slow motion. He screamed your name as loud as he could as he started sprinting towards you, the persistent mist turning into mizzly rain.
“YN, don’t do it!” He yelled running as fast as he could, but you couldn’t hear him over the loud wind and the furious waves against the abyss. The crashing of the waves against the cliff splashed water into the wind, carrying sand and its saltiness through the air. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath once you stopped at the edge, opening your arms in a titanic-like position, the raw and icy air filling your lungs and the cold rain hitting your face. It smelt like seaside, chaos, danger, destruction, freshness, early morning runs to school, late nigh dog walks, jamming sessions with no one watching, warm summers with loved ones, walks with grandpa along the pier before passing, childhood adventures in the summer nights, going fishing with dad and grandpa for the first time, sailing alone –
“Cuando se apague el sol no te apures, toma mi mano y vente, navegaremos juntos hacia el abismo de Finisterre” Harry shook you out of your trance. You opened your eyes and turned your head towards him, his hand engulfing yours and intertwining your fingers lovingly. He seemed a bit rushed, hair messy and damp from the increasingly abundant rain. But his eyes didn’t seem rushed. They had a fond, swift gaze that masked the fear he had felt rush through his veins seconds before. As he approached you, his fear had changed into confusion and then into comprehension. You were never going to jump; you were simply letting the home feeling this place radiated sink in further into your soul. Once he realised that, he observed you for a few moments under the chaotic downpour, admiring your presence and acknowledging how deep in love he was with you. You were the perfect missing piece of his puzzle.
A child-like grin covered your face at the realisation. He’d just quoted that song. The one he’d arrived home to while you were singing and dancing carefreely in the living room. The one you’d translated to him on the spot. The one that had made him realise you were it for him. The one that had led to this trip altogether. “Ya me da igual si la tierra es plana, si arden los bosques o si hierve el mar. ¿Qué más dará cuando tú andas cerca?” You continued his quote shifting your body to face him. The rain starting to feel like a waterfall. “Gravity is suspended” The same smile took over his face, and both your hearts beat at the same rhythm, overwhelmed with love towards one another. He understood. Without sharing a single word on it, he understood. He understood how important that place was to you. The meaning it held to both of you. This is where it’s you two against the world.
“It’s pouring” Harry giggled quietly, both of your hands intertwined and his eyes never leaving yours. “Do y’want to stay out here a little longer or do y’want to get back to the van?” He lifted your hands towards his lips and kissed them sweetly, his gaze still on yours. “It’s getting late and we’re soaking wet” you giggled as well, feeling the rain soak every single piece of your clothing. “Let’s head back.” Both of you started your little sprint towards the car, hand in hand, not caring about the rain, the chaos, or the storm around you. As you approached the car, Gabe opened the door for you to step in quickly and before he could comment on how drenched you both were, Harry announced “I’m sorry, guys, change of plans, we can’t film here.”
I’d like to give @lollypopsx a special thanks because, without her, this writing would have never been finished. Thank you so much for your constant support and help, it’s honestly unmeasurable. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!!!!
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Word Count: 2153 (without translations), 2274 (with translations)
Summary: You are at Hogwarts for the triwizard tournament. You have a hard time with understanding a lot of what’s going on. Fred Weasley takes an interest in you.
Warnings: a big bowl of sweet, poorly written french and spanish (a warning because it’s probably really bad)
Request: can i request a fred weasley imagine where the reader is from Spain, and transferred to hogwarts during the year of the triwizard tournament and fred tries to learn spanish to ask her to the yule ball and to impress her?
Very Long Note: My spanish knowledge consists of two years in junior high so the majority of it is google translate and probably written wrong sorry. I did my best and put a lot of time into it
Also through research I discovered that the majority of young witches and wizards from Spain attend Beauxbatons. Since you wanted it set during the triwizard tournament anyway, I just made the reader from Beauxbatons. I hope you don’t mind. (Boys from Beauxbatons also visited Hogwarts during the Goblet of Fire)
Ellipses in talking when it is english are words that the reader isn’t able to understand whether they are spoke to fast or they haven’t learned them yet.
This is obviously already been posted, but since I started my smaller blogs, I wanted all my work for each fandom in one place. Instead of just reblogging everything I figured that I would repost it.
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For the first five years of your magical training so far, you have attended Beauxbatons. You weren’t from France, but rather Spain. There wasn’t a school in Spain, so your parents sent you to the closest one in France like many other residents of Spain. This caused you to be fluent in both Spanish and French, but you preferred to talk in your native tongue unless you had no other option.
This year your school was participating in the Triwizard tournament being held at Hogwarts in Scotland. All summer you had talked with your parents about going. They were worried about because it was so far from home and you would know very little of the native language. You vowed to them that all summer you would work on your English if they were to allow you to go. Now you were with the rest of your school preparing to enter what you’d been told was the great hall.
Your school had prepared an elaborate entrance that you had practiced your timing often for this day. You and two other girls had actually been the ones to plan it. You were excited for this moment. You were just waiting for your que now.
Your best friend, Nora, who was also from Spain, stood beside you tapping her foot quickly. It sounded almost as if she was tapping it to the beat of her own heart. She turned to you spoke.
“¿Cuanto tiempo más?” she asked (translation: how much longer?). Her tone was clipped and sharp. The words that usually followed out of her mouth like butter seemed harsh like spikes. You took her in for a moment shocked that she was being so short. You turned her mouth to reply when someone beat you to it.
“Vous devez parler le français ou l`anglais ici non espangol,” it was Fleur (French translation: you must speak French or English not Spanish). She hated it whenever any of us spoke out native languages back at school. You thought it was because she didn’t like not being able to tell what others were talking about, but Nora always insisted that it was just what you were supposed to do. She was more patient than you
You looked to Nora who just rolled her eyes. That was so not like her. You quickly turned to Madam Maxine.
“Puis- je aller à mon sac?” You asked (French translation: Can I go to my bag?). She looked you over before glancing to Nora.
“Oui, rapidement,” she said nodding (French translation: Yes, quickly). You ran down the hall to your where you left your bag. Inside it held a small granola bar. You had put it there when Nora refused to eat during the carriage ride over. She was diabetic and needed to eat otherwise she got mean because of her low blood sugar. You ran back.
As you turned to corner you saw the doors were already open and your class mates were making their way inside. You ran as fast as you could to reach them before they had all entered, but you weren’t fast enough. You had to run to your stop through the large doors. As you leaned in for one of the dramatic sigh, you tossed Nora the granola bar hoping to go undetected by the rooms occupants. She caught it with ease not even breaking her form.
You looked at the table to your left to see a red-haired boy staring at you holding back laughter. He nudged the boy next to him who looked just like him and whispered something in his ear. The second boy laughed looking at you as you moved forward. If what you had done got back to Fleur somehow, she would be so mad at you. There was a good chance she’d have you cleaning up after the flying horses for the next week. You said a silent prayer that the twin red heads wouldn’t say anything.
When you made it to the front of the room, whose name fit it perfectly, you looked back at the boys. The one that first noticed your antics was still looking at you, but you couldn’t tell if the other one was. You turned to see that Nora was being blacked from view slightly. She was eating the granola bar. A small smile formed on your face as you turned back to watch the Drumstrang make their entrance.
It had been over three months since you had arrived to the Scotland Castle. You quickly found that your summer English studies where nowhere near what you needed them to be. You had a hard time talking with the students of Hogwarts and even harder time talking two different versions of broken English with Drumstrang students. You had decided that you would no longer try and talk to the students unless Nora, who had been speaking English since she was nine, was around or they initiated the conversation.
The boy from the first night had tried on many occasions to talk to you, but you had no idea what he was saying most of time. The words were far too confusing for you. They sounded nothing like what you had worked on. Given you only worked on magical terms, foods, and simple conversations, almost everything was too complex for you. You hadn’t realized that you would need more than that until it came to using it.
Nora had dragged you to the Library to practice your English and work on some of your studies. The two of you were sitting at a large bookshelf with several books in front of you. All of them you had apparently read before, but this time they were in English instead of Spanish and French. There was an arrangement of types of books. Some were textbooks while other were story books. You had been doing pretty well so far.
“Pienso que el chico pelirrojo gustas,” Nora said softly so no one told her to speak another language (translation: I think the redheaded boy likes you). The past five years of conditioning you had done so you only spoke French when in common areas at school had been thrown away when you got here. If no one was going to understand you than why speak French instead of your native language.
Nora pointed to the re headed boy. When you looked at him, he quickly scrambled to look busy with his text book. Nora had been trying to embarrass you with his crush on you. Every time the red-haired boy, who you had learned was named Fred, came up to you to with Nora around, she tried to play translator for the two of you. She even tried to include his tone in her words, but you pretty sure she was just seeing things that weren’t there between you two.
Sure, you thought he was attractive, and it was true that many times you had fantasied about him taking you on a date and kissing you, but there was no way that could ever happen. You didn’t even speak the same language. You would need a translator just to hold a conversation. You doubted that he enjoyed everything he said being put through a filter.
“Sus nombre son Fred,” you said matching your tone to hers (translation: his name is Fred). You had told her his name more times than you could count on one hand, but she never remembered. She was really good with languages, but not names.
“Cualquiera,” she said laughing. “El es guapo. Tal vez él te preguntará a el baile.”
(Translation: whatever. He is handsome. Maybe he’ll ask you to the ball.)
You rolled your eyes at your friends. You had to admit if he did choose to ask you to the Yule ball that was happening in just a month you would definitely not say no. There was this fear that you had that if he asked you, you wouldn’t be able to understand him and you would just say no without realizing it.
Something similar had happened last week when a girl from Hogwarts had ask you if you wanted to walk to class with her, but you didn’t understand so you just said no. She looked so hurt and she wouldn’t talk to you until you had Nora go up and ask her what was wrong. She ended up thinking your confusion was pretty fun, but you were so embarrassed that you felt backed into a corner.
“Tengo que ir a buscar a alguien. Te veré en la cena,” Nora said as she stood up (translation: I have to go find someone. I will see you at dinner). She gathered a few books and placed them on a small cart not too far away. She returned to give you a small hug before turning to leave.
“Aprobado, adios,” you said as you watched her leave (translation: okay, bye). She gave you a small wave without looking at you. You continued to work on your English as you read over the books.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone come up to where you were. You didn’t know if they were coming to talk to you so you didn’t turn to them right away. After a few seconds, you heard words pour out of their mouth. You looked to see it was Fred.
“Can I sit here?” he asked gesturing to the chair beside you. This was a phrase you knew well by now.
“Yes,” you said nodding with a large smile carved into your cheeks. Your accent was strong in the simple word.
“I saw you … here and I … I would come over and say hi,” Fred started but you didn’t understand all the words. You tried to piece together what he was saying.
“Hello to you Fred,” you said. You really hoped that that was the right response in this situation. Sometimes you couldn’t always read situations because you had learned had a different social culture. You were doing much better than you were three month ago, and you proud of that.
“Hi,” He said as he sat in the seat Nora had deserted not too long ago. He angled his body towards you. It seemed as he was planning to continue talking. You moved to face him as much as you could without moving the chair.
“What I can help with?” You asked. Your words were labored and slow, and your English was broken, but you were pretty sure you were able to get all the message across.
“I was actually planning on asking you something.,” He said. Fred shifted in his seat.
He looked a little uncomfortable as he searched his pockets for something. After about a minute of fumbling around, he pulled a small ripped and crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. You held back the small laugh that was budding in your throat. You didn’t think it was appropriate to laugh at him.
He flattened out the paper the best he could. As you waited expectantly, He cleared his throat and sat up straight.
“¿Quieres ir conmigo a la bola de Navidad??” He spoke hesitantly and his pronunciation was terrible, but the effort warmed you (translation: Do you want to go with me to the Christmas ball? In this situation that ball means the round kind. It is incorrect on purpose.). His wording wasn’t perfect, but he was trying and you really appreciated that. You gave it second trying to decide what the best reponse was.
“¿Quieres decir ‘quieres ir a el baile de Navidad conmigo’?” you spoke (translation: Do you mean 'do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me'?). You weren’t usually one to correct people, but you couldn’t have him going around saying bola instead of baile. He would embarrass himself if someone he didn’t even know were to correct him.
Your correction had sadly back fired and his face turned a red more vibrant than his hair. He just nodded very quickly and not meeting your gaze. You bite your lip. There was no way that you were going to say no to him. The only thing that really had been holding you back before could be solved if a little bit of effort which you now knew he was willing to put in.
“Me encantaría ir contigo,” you said (translation: I would love to go with you).
He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Apparently, he only looked into that one phrase. He probably didn’t think of finding out more just like you hadn’t when you came to Hogwarts. You cleared your throat and tried to come with all the words you were going to need.
“I would like that,” You said. Your accent made your English sound more elegant than it was. His eyes lit up and a smile grew to stretch from ear to ear.
“Really, that’s great,” he spoke quickly and you couldn’t understand it all. “I have … tell George. Nora … be … I… did it. … Ron can… it.”
You listened to him as he stood up excitedly with his bag on his shoulder. He turned to walk out still talking. You were pretty sure that he was not talking to you anymore. He stopped suddenly right before he left your sight line and turned on his heels.
“I forgot to say goodbye,” He said sheepishly. His neck was redder than usual and that let you to smile.
Word Count: 2153 (without translations), 2274 (with translations)
Summary: You are at Hogwarts for the triwizard tournament. You have a hard time with understanding a lot of what’s going on. Fred Weasley takes an interest in you.
Warnings: a big bowl of sweet, poorly written french and spanish (a warning because it’s probably really bad)
Request: can i request a fred weasley imagine where the reader is from Spain, and transferred to hogwarts during the year of the triwizard tournament and fred tries to learn spanish to ask her to the yule ball and to impress her?
Very Long Note: My spanish knowledge consists of two years in junior high so the majority of it is google translate and probably written wrong sorry. I did my best and put a lot of time into it
Also through research I discovered that the majority of young witches and wizards from Spain attend Beauxbatons. Since you wanted it set during the triwizard tournament anyway, I just made the reader from Beauxbatons. I hope you don’t mind. (Boys from Beauxbatons also visited Hogwarts during the Goblet of Fire)
Ellipses in talking when it is english are words that the reader isn’t able to understand whether they are spoke to fast or they haven’t learned them yet.
Masterlist
For the first five years of your magical training so far, you have attended Beauxbatons. You weren’t from France, but rather Spain. There wasn’t a school in Spain, so your parents sent you to the closet one in France like many other residents of Spain. This caused you to be fluent in both Spanish and French, but you preferred to talk in your native tongue unless you had no other option.
This year your school was participating in the Triwizard tournament being held at Hogwarts in Scotland. All summer you had talked with your parents about going. They were worried about because it was so far from home and you would know very little of the native language. You vowed to them that all summer you would work on your English if they were to allow you to go. Now you were with the rest of your school preparing to enter what you’d been told was the great hall.
Your school had prepared an elaborate entrance that you had practiced your timing often for this day. You and two other girls had actually been the ones to plan it. You were excited for this moment. You were just waiting for your que now.
Your best friend, Nora, who was also from Spain, stood beside you tapping her foot quickly. It sounded almost as if she was tapping it to the beat of her own heart. She turned to you spoke.
“¿Cuanto tiempo más?” she asked (translation: how much longer?). Her tone was clipped and sharp. The words that usually followed out of her mouth like butter seemed harsh like spikes. You took her in for a moment shocked that she was being so short. You turned her mouth to reply when someone beat you to it.
“Vous devez parler le français ou l`anglais ici non espangol,” it was Fleur (French translation: you must speak French or English not Spanish). She hated it whenever any of us spoke out native languages back at school. You thought it was because she didn’t like not being able to tell what others were talking about, but Nora always insisted that it was just what you were supposed to do. She was more patient than you
You looked to Nora who just rolled her eyes. That was so not like her. You quickly turned to Madam Maxine.
“Puis- je aller à mon sac?” You asked (French translation: Can I go to my bag?). She looked you over before glancing to Nora.
“Oui, rapidement,” she said nodding (French translation: Yes, quickly). You ran down the hall to your where you left your bag. Inside it held a small granola bar. You had put it there when Nora refused to eat during the carriage ride over. She was diabetic and needed to eat otherwise she got mean because of her low blood sugar. You ran back.
As you turned to corner you saw the doors were already open and your class mates were making their way inside. You ran as fast as you could to reach them before they had all entered, but you weren’t fast enough. You had to run to your stop through the large doors. As you leaned in for one of the dramatic sigh, you tossed Nora the granola bar hoping to go undetected by the rooms occupants. She caught it with ease not even breaking her form.
You looked at the table to your left to see a red-haired boy staring at you holding back laughter. He nudged the boy next to him who looked just like him and whispered something in his ear. The second boy laughed looking at you as you moved forward. If what you had done got back to Fleur somehow, she would be so mad at you. There was a good chance she’d have you cleaning up after the flying horses for the next week. You said a silent prayer that the twin red heads wouldn’t say anything.
When you made it to the front of the room, whose name fit it perfectly, you looked back at the boys. The one that first noticed your antics was still looking at you, but you couldn’t tell if the other one was. You turned to see that Nora was being blacked from view slightly. She was eating the granola bar. A small smile formed on your face as you turned back to watch the Durmstrang make their entrance.
It had been over three months since you had arrived to the Scotland Castle. You quickly found that your summer English studies where nowhere near what you needed them to be. You had a hard time talking with the students of Hogwarts and even harder time talking two different versions of broken English with Durmstrang students. You had decided that you would no longer try and talk to the students unless Nora, who had been speaking English since she was nine, was around or they initiated the conversation.
The boy from the first night had tried on many occasions to talk to you, but you had no idea what he was saying most of time. The words were far too confusing for you. They sounded nothing like what you had worked on. Given you only worked on magical terms, foods, and simple conversations, almost everything was too complex for you. You hadn’t realized that you would need more than that until it came to using it.
Nora had dragged you to the Library to practice your English and work on some of your studies. The two of you were sitting at a large bookshelf with several books in front of you. All of them you had apparently read before, but this time they were in English instead of Spanish and French. There was an arrangement of types of books. Some were textbooks while other were story books. You had been doing pretty well so far.
“Creo que al chico pelirrojo le gustas ,” Nora said softly so no one told her to speak another language (translation: I think the redheaded boy likes you). The past five years of conditioning you had done so you only spoke French when in common areas at school had been thrown away when you got here. If no one was going to understand you than why speak French instead of your native language.
Nora pointed to the re headed boy. When you looked at him, he quickly scrambled to look busy with his text book. Nora had been trying to embarrass you with his crush on you. Every time the red-haired boy, who you had learned was named Fred, came up to you to with Nora around, she tried to play translator for the two of you. She even tried to include his tone in her words, but you pretty sure she was just seeing things that weren’t there between you two.
Sure, you thought he was attractive, and it was true that many times you had fantasied about him taking you on a date and kissing you, but there was no way that could ever happen. You didn’t even speak the same language. You would need a translator just to hold a conversation. You doubted that he enjoyed everything he said being put through a filter.
“Su nombre es Fred,” you said matching your tone to hers (translation: his name is Fred). You had told her his name more times than you could count on one hand, but she never remembered. She was really good with languages, but not names.
“ Como sea,” she said laughing, “tal vez él te invite al baile .”
(Translation: whatever. He is handsome. Maybe he’ll ask you to the ball.)
You rolled your eyes at your friends. You had to admit if he did choose to ask you to the Yule ball that was happening in just a month you would definitely not say no. There was this fear that you had that if he asked you, you wouldn’t be able to understand him and you would just say no without realizing it.
Something similar had happened last week when a girl from Hogwarts had ask you if you wanted to walk to class with her, but you didn’t understand so you just said no. She looked so hurt and she wouldn’t talk to you until you had Nora go up and ask her what was wrong. She ended up thinking your confusion was pretty fun, but you were so embarrassed that you felt backed into a corner.
“Tengo que ir a buscar a alguien. Te veré en la cena,” Nora said as she stood up (translation: I have to go find someone. I will see you at dinner). She gathered a few books and placed them on a small cart not too far away. She returned to give you a small hug before turning to leave.
“Aprobado, adios,” you said as you watched her leave (translation: okay, bye). She gave you a small wave without looking at you. You continued to work on your English as you read over the books.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone come up to where you were. You didn’t know if they were coming to talk to you so you didn’t turn to them right away. After a few seconds, you heard words pour out of their mouth. You looked to see it was Fred.
“Can I sit here?” he asked gesturing to the chair beside you. This was a phrase you knew well by now.
“Yes,” you said nodding with a large smile carved into your cheeks. Your accent was strong in the simple word.
“I saw you … here and I … I would come over and say hi,” Fred started but you didn’t understand all the words. You tried to piece together what he was saying.
“Hello to you Fred,” you said. You really hoped that that was the right response in this situation. Sometimes you couldn’t always read situations because you had learned had a different social culture. You were doing much better than you were three month ago, and you proud of that.
“Hi,” He said as he sat in the seat Nora had deserted not too long ago. He angled his body towards you. It seemed as he was planning to continue talking. You moved to face him as much as you could without moving the chair.
“What I can help with?” You asked. Your words were labored and slow, and your English was broken, but you were pretty sure you were able to get all the message across.
“I was actually planning on asking you something.,” He said. Fred shifted in his seat.
He looked a little uncomfortable as he searched his pockets for something. After about a minute of fumbling around, he pulled a small ripped and crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. You held back the small laugh that was budding in your throat. You didn’t think it was appropriate to laugh at him.
He flattened out the paper the best he could. As you waited expectantly, He cleared his throat and sat up straight.
“¿Quieres ir conmigo a la bola de Navidad??” He spoke hesitantly and his pronunciation was terrible, but the effort warmed you (translation: Do you want to go with me to the Christmas ball? In this situation that ball means the round kind. It is incorrect on purpose.). His wording wasn’t perfect, but he was trying and you really appreciated that. You gave it second trying to decide what the best reponse was.
“¿Quieres decir ‘quieres ir a el baile de Navidad conmigo’?” you spoke (translation: Do you mean 'do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me'?). You weren’t usually one to correct people, but you couldn’t have him going around saying bola instead of baile. He would embarrass himself if someone he didn’t even know were to correct him.
Your correction had sadly back fired and his face turned a red more vibrant than his hair. He just nodded very quickly and not meeting your gaze. You bite your lip. There was no way that you were going to say no to him. The only thing that really had been holding you back before could be solved if a little bit of effort which you now knew he was willing to put in.
“Me encantaría ir contigo,” you said (translation: I would love to go with you).
He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Apparently, he only looked into that one phrase. He probably didn’t think of finding out more just like you hadn’t when you came to Hogwarts. You cleared your throat and tried to come with all the words you were going to need.
“I would like that,” You said. Your accent made your English sound more elegant than it was. His eyes lit up and a smile grew to stretch from ear to ear.
“Really, that’s great,” he spoke quickly and you couldn’t understand it all. “I have … tell George. Nora … be … I… did it. … Ron can… it.”
You listened to him as he stood up excitedly with his bag on his shoulder. He turned to walk out still talking. You were pretty sure that he was not talking to you anymore. He stopped suddenly right before he left your sight line and turned on his heels.
“I forgot to say goodbye,” He said sheepishly. His neck was redder than usual and that let you to smile.
“Goodbye, Fred,” You said. “I see you later.”
“Adios, Y/N,” he replied. “Hasta luego.”
(translation: goodbye Y/N. See you later.)
Final Note: I am thinking about writing a second part to this one depending on how long it takes me to complete what I working on right now and the response I get from this. The next part would actually include the Yule ball date itself. I left it out of this one so that it didn’t become too long. Thank you for reading!
SUMMARY: "You're going to the Yule Ball with me", Fred Weasley states in front of the whole table, addressing you. Ever the confident, he'd rather take another ageing potion than consider the possibility of you saying no. He wants to go with you, and you want to go with him. But you're making him earn it, aren't you?
PARTS: more than one, though the exact number is yet to be decided
i know probably no one’s interested lol but im working on the actual first part of the spanish au and im so excited!!! i have their entire story planned out with a timeline and everything, im so soft for these two 🥺
