#I'm not an english-speaker don't @ ma

[norrisleclercf1]

Santa's Little Helper

Pairing: Dad!Lando Norris x F!Reader

Rating: PG

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: Pregnancy, other than that none just fluff

Requested: Yes/No

Synopsis: Lando is finally coming home for the holidays and decides to play elf

A/N: Yes I broke my hiatus, don't judge me

"Ready to be home?" 

Lando lifts his head from the window of his seat and looks at Oscar. They weren't the young kids they were once, long gone the season of '23. Oscar was married with two adorable little girls, Lando having married you years ago. 

"Of course, I miss them." He whispers. The season was finally over, and Lando could eventually join his family back home. You, of course, called him and kept in touch, but it was also hard to travel with a toddler and you being pregnant. 

"Yeah, I'm flying home soon too. Have to finish up here first." Oscar nods towards the McLaren factory. Groaning, they both climb out of the car, stretching. "Just need to get through this and then can be home," Lando mumbles as the two trudge through the harsh Woking winter. Oscar sighs when the intense heat of the building hits their faces, which makes Lando melt. 

"Hurry up, I've got to get back to London before Y/n and Theodore get home." Oscar rolls his eyes as he follows Lando through the factory to the meeting room. 

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Zak knew it was useless to get Lando to focus on the meeting. The older driver needed to be more focused on checking his phone every once in a while. Everyone knew you were out of town and still believed that Lando was in Dubai instead of home in England. Zak could tell that Lando was losing his patience as his knee tapping got quicker and louder. Yep, Zak was ending this now. 

"Alright," The CEO claps his hands and stands up, patting Andrea on the back and letting him stop talking. "I think we've had a very long season and year with that," Lando didn't wait as he grabbed his stuff and rushed out of the room. "Have a wonderful holiday." Zak sighs, Oscar chuckling, holding his own phone and leaving. But Zak can hear his voice pick up and the screams of delight from the speaker. 

"Well, see you in January." Andrea laughs and pats Zak on the back, walking out. 

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" Just, can you please try and delay them?" Lando begs into the phone. Your mother laughs as Lando frantically rushes around your home in London. He only had enough time to sort this out and needed you to be stalled. "Lando, darling, only so much I can do." Your mother chuckled, but her voice grew quiet when you passed by. 

"Mom? Who are you talking to?" Lando stills, holding his breathing, thinking that you'd be able to tell it was him through that. "Your aunt sugar plum, want to talk to her?" Lando can practically see your nose scrunching up as you quickly say no and walk away. Sighing in relief, Lando rushes, looking for the rest of the Christmas decorations and the new ones he's bought. 

"Really? Calling me the Aunt, that's your sister Ma." Lando teases, and your mother snorts. "That old bat will talk Y/n, poor ear off. So, why should I help you?" Lando rolls his eyes. Your mother and he constantly pick on one another, but it is filled with love. "How about I'll let you hold the baby after Y/n and I?" "Deal, I'll hide the car keys." She hangs up, which has Lando cheering. 

Stopping, he looks down at his feet and smiles, dropping to his knees. "Well, buddy, we better get started." Your English Cocker Spaniel, named Cookie. Cookie barks loudly and licks Lando's hand. "Good girl," Lando stands and looks around. "First, let's set the mood." Walking over, he hooks his phone up to the speakers and smiles as Frank Sinatra's voice fills the house. 

Lando doesn't start decorating right away. Instead, he starts cleaning the house. You were about 7 months pregnant, and it was hard to do some house chores. He wanted to show you how much he loves you. Lando wasn't one with words; more actions and giving. Moving through the house, he pushes open his son's room and smiles. 

Theodore loved Formula 1 and Marvel. His room was nothing but decked out in its merchandise. A picture of you and Lando holding him in front of his McLaren and then one giant group, one with all his uncles. Theodore's room was covered in his toys, and Lando gets to work. Putting up the toys and grabbing one of his shopping bags, he strips the bed of its sheets. He got these cute little snowmen for the sheets. Theodore matched the sheets with the identical snowmen for the comforter he got. 

He grabs another bag and takes out mini decorations. A little fake tree with Marvel and f1 ornaments. He gets to work setting it up. He hums along to the song with Cookie at the foot of the bed, watching Lando. A mini navy blue tree skirt covers the bottom of the tree and places fake gifts there. Next, Lando hands up some little fairy lights on the wall behind the bed. He puts a moose, snowman, elf, and Santa stuffies on the corner and then two red and green pillows on the bed. 

Lando finishes it by hanging up a little zipline with an Elf on it and flying over the bed with a remote. "Alright, time for the main room." Cookie whines but happily follows Lando through the house. 

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"Momma, hungry," Theodore whines as you pull up the driveway. "I know, babes, we'll eat when we get inside. It's been a long day. The baby was kicking your bladder. Theodore wanted nothing more than his Daddy. Lando wasn't answering his phone, and then your mother hid your fucking keys. "Hungry," Theodore whines, helping him out of the car; you just nod. 

"Come on, I'll make you some nuggies." Theodore smiles at you as you open the front door and freeze. There greeting you was your Christmas tree covered in soft lights, ornaments, and gifts already wrapped and under the tree. "Wha," "Hey, dinner is ready." You turn your head to see your husband wearing a Mrs. Clause apron. "Lando?" Your husband smiles, and Theodore gasps. 

"Mommy, Santa was here." Theo giggles and points at the gifts. "Um, excuse me, little man? Aren't you happy to see me?" Theo squeals louder, running toward his father and swinging him up Theodore, babbling happily. You clear your throat, trying to gain control of your emotions, but you can't notice that the house is also clean. "Lando," You whisper, hand cradling your belly. 

He gets that tooth-goofy smile of his and walks over and hugs you. "Mommy, Daddy is home," Theodore whispers, which makes you laugh through your tears. "Yes, buddy. Daddy is home." Lando snorts, wanting to make a joke but doesn't. "Alright, there are nuggies and some mac and cheese that's getting cold." Theodore wiggles out of his father's hold and zooms into the kitchen. Lando chuckles but stops when you pull him down, kissing him deeply. 

Lando moans as he pulls you in and dips you slightly before pulling you back up. "Well, hello to you too." He grumbles, blinking his eyes open as you push back his unruly curls. "I'm guessing that wasn't my aunt talking to my mother earlier?" Lando blushes and looks away. "No idea what you're talking about." You giggle and kiss him on his cheeks, smiling. 

"Why'd you do all this?" Lando pulls back, needing clarification on your question. "Baby, you're growing our baby, and besides, I love you and wanted to make things easier for you. I'm your husband. This is the bare fucking minimum. The dishes are done, the laundry is folded, the sheets are all clean, and dinner is cooked. Now, let's eat our nuggets before Theo, the little gremlin, eats them all." Nodding, you head into the kitchen, seeing Theo stare hard at his plate. 

"Theo, you could've started." You push back his hair, and he shakes his head no. "Daddy is home, but the elves still might be here. Have to be good." Lando snorts and plates your food, and your mouth waters and sit down. "That's right, Theo, better be good, or I'll bring back the elves." Rolling your eyes, you knew the elves were no more than Carlos, Charles, Max V, Max F, Oscar, and Daniel. 

"Yeah, the elves." You remark, and Lando cuts you a glare, but it is playful. "Hey, the elves are the ones who got all the gifts. Don't be mean to the elves." "Yes, and you were all wonderful little helpers." You smile, and Lando slowly pushes back the evidence of the others helping him. 

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[coastbycoast101]

Worth every penny

In this little fic I wrote let's pretend toji has money (😒😞)

Reader is afro latina/ Brazilian. Toji is a businessman (ifykyk)

Summary: basically your a prostitute looking for their next prey! Toji just happens to be it..

Authors note 📝: I will be making a series of places like Brazil and Caribbean countries, next country will def be Puerto Rico or Jamaica! 🇵🇷 🇯🇲

The funk beat rang throughout the club. Those big speakers blasting music shaking with each beat. The music is so loud you can feel it in your body, makes you wanted dance but you knew who you were here for.

Y/n walked over to toji, her scent filling up his nostrils as he sat by himself in the booth. "What are you doing all alone, Papai?" Her voice left a effect on him, her Brazilian accent sounded exotic, he never heard it before. Toji grinned at her, chuckling as he stared her down with those devilish eyes. "Waiting for a girl like you" his voice deep and sultry, the words rolling off his tongue with ease.

"what's your name?" She asked, grinning at him as she looked him up and down. Her stare lingered onto his muscular body as he lit up a cigarette, he took a long drag before blowing a cloud of smoke. "I've never seen you around here, are you from here?" She questioned, her eyes making intense eye contact with him.

Toji smirked at her, taking another drag of his cigarette before answering. "My name is Toji," he announced, exhaling a cloud of smoke towards her face. He enjoyed the way the smoke billowed between them, creating an air of mystery around him. "And I'm just visiting this lovely country."

 His eyes trailed down her curvaceous body, taking in every detail before locking back onto her devilish eyes. "But seeing you here makes me want to stay longer." He winked, leaning back into the booth and crossing his arms across his broad chest.

she licked her lips as she sat down next to him, his eyes lingering onto her boobs seeing it sit pretty in her tube top. Her ass hung out those denim jean shorts she wore,his eyes taking in her appearance. "I like your muscles" she giggled, her hand reaching out to his arm. "Did I say that right?" She questioned, English wasn't her first language and It was obvious from the way she pronounced her words.

Toji raised an eyebrow at Jocelyn, amused by her boldness. He allowed her to touch him, enjoying the feel of her soft fingers against his firm flesh. "Thank you, ma." His voice is smooth, tinged with appreciation. "But don't think that's why you're here, do you?" He lightly squeezed her hand, guiding it away from his arm and placing it back on her lap. "I bet you know what you're good at, and I'm interested in experiencing it firsthand." His grin widened, showcasing his confidence and dominance. "So, how much will it cost for my first taste of Brazilian pleasure?"

she gave a good look at him, she knew he was a foreigner so his price would raise a ton. She smiled as she pushed some of her curls behind her right ear. "500 R$" her voice sultry and addicting as she leaned in closer, her hand resting on his crotch. "Is that too much for a man like you?"

Toji laughed softly, his eyes never leaving hers as he adjusted slightly under her hand. "For a girl like you? No, my dear, that sounds fair." He smirked, the corners of his mouth turning upward into a predatory smile. "I can sense you enjoy playing hard to get." He spoke calmly, his tone low and full of seduction. "But don't worry, I won't leave until I have what I came for." A challenge gleamed in his gaze as he slowly reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering briefly before pulling back. "Let's make a deal; if you please me enough, you might see a bigger tip than expected."

"is that so?" She leaned in closer, his gaze going down to her plump lips as she tempted Toji. Her eyes lit up hearing he'll double it. "Follow me, Bebê" she smiled, she leads him to one of the bathrooms, pushing him into one of the empty stalls.

As they entered the stall, Toji couldn't help but admire the sway of her hips. He followed her willingly, his curiosity piqued by her choice of location. "Always the dominant one, aren't we, ma?" He murmured, closing the stall door behind them. "But I wouldn't mind letting you take control." His hands roamed over her curves, feeling the warmth beneath her clothes and imagining what lay hidden beneath. "Just remember, I'm not easy to satisfy."

"I love a challenge" she giggled as she sunk to her knees. s

She pulled his pants down,biting her lower lip as his cock sprung out his pants,Her smile wide as she gasped. "mmm, so big" she whispered before giving a kiss to his angry red tip.

Toji let out a low groan at the sight of her kneeling before him, his cock twitching at her words and the gentle kiss on its tip. "You like what you see, slut?" He asked, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "It's all yours" He gripped the edge of the stall, watching her with anticipation. Adrenaline and arousal pumping through his veins.

she licked a stripe from the base to the tip, making him groan, then she spat on his cock. She took the tip in her mouth, pushing her head down as each second passed. Her hands stroked the base while her eyes looked up at him as she took it. The eye contact intensify with each inch she took In her mouth.

Toji's breath hitched at the sensation of her warm mouth enveloping him. His grip tightened on the stall, his eyes locked on hers as she bobbed her head. He reveled in the sensation of being taken charge of, her skillful hand stroking the base while her tongue danced along his length.

 "Fuck, yes, that's it, slut." He hissed, enjoying the power play. "Make me feel good." He commanded, his voice thick with lust and desire, urging her onward.

she let out a moan as she sucked him off, her cheeks hollowing in as she jerked him off. Her other hand tugged at Toji's shirt, motioning him to take it off as she took his dick deeper in her mouth.

Toji complied, quickly removing his shirt and tossing it aside. His body glistened with sweat under the dim bathroom light, his muscles flexing as he fought to maintain control. "Keep going, shitt," he urged her on, his voice hoarse now. "Show me what you're made of." Though he tried to appear calm, his thrusts became harder, his need for release growing stronger. "Don't stop, keep going just like that..." His words were filled with both demand and pleasure, his gaze never leaving her eager face.

she giggled, her mouth making lewd sounds as she bobbed her head up and down. She then pulled away for air, his cock twitching from the lost of contact before her hands wrapped around it again. Her hands fisted his cock as she took her top off, her boobs on display for him as her tongue flickered over his slit.

Toji watched her intently, his breaths coming faster as she revealed herself to him. The sight of her curves combined with her skilled ministrations had his resolve wavering. "Fuck, that's hot." He muttered, his voice thick with lust. "Are you trying to distract me, ma?" He teased, knowing well what she was doing to him. "But I can't deny it feels amazing." He arched his back slightly, his hips bucking involuntarily into her grip. "Just imagine how good it'll be when you mount me later." His eyes rolling back at the thought.

"mount you?" Her breathing getting more erratic as she fisted his cock over he face, her tongue sticking out for him? "Do you like it doggy?" She looked up at him as her thumb rubbed circles on his v line. Her accent along with the broken English she spoke made her sound innocent when deep down she was far from that.

Toji nodded, catching his breath after her question. "Yes, I like it rough, especially when I'm close to losing control." He admitted, his eyes locked on her tongue darting out to lick a bead of precum from his tip. "Take it all, girl." He urged her, the scent of his arousal heavy in the small space. "I want to hear you beg before you make me come." His grip on the stall tightened further, his body tense with expectation. "Remember, you promised me a show."

she nodded her head as her hands stroked his cock up and down, his dick making a shadow over her face. "I want your cum so bad, Papai" she whined, her hands moving faster along his cock as he leaned in closer.

Toji felt the heat of her breath on his sensitive skin, his nerves on edge as she played with his emotions. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly at the desire contained within her words. "Then earn it, like a good girl." He rasped out, his voice strained with need. "Prove to me that you deserve it." He thrust into her fist, his movements becoming more insistent.

she mewled as she took his cock into her mouth again. Her cheeks hollowing in deeper as she sucked the soul out him,her movements much faster now. "I want it, all baby" she moaned out as she arched her back. Her ass looked great from his point of view as he stared her down

Toji growled, his hands gripping the stall door so tightly it creaked in protest. His hips pistoned faster, desperate to reach their peak. "Say it again" He demanded, his voice rough with lust. "Beg for my cum, ma." He ordered, his heart pounding in rhythm with her actions. "Tell me how much you want it!" He challenged her, wanting to hear the words pass her lips before he gave in to her demands.

"want it so bad, querido"she giggled, pulling her head away as her mouth only sucked on his tip. Her hands gripped onto the base of his dick jerking it as she sucked him dry.

Toji groaned, his release building rapidly now. He struggled to hold out, fighting the need to fill her waiting mouth. "That's it, keep going" He panted, his voice raw with need. "Make me feel good." His hips thrust uncontrollably, the pressure overwhelming him. "Come on, baby...beg for it." He urged her one last time, his resolve crumbling as he felt the end drawing near. "Tell me how much you need it."

she pulled away, her hands pulling away making his cock twitch from nothing touching it. She then pushed her boobs up, wrapping it around his cock. He didn't expect her to do this making him groan as he thrusted up in between her breasts, each thrust met up with her tongue swirling around the tip. She didn't have to tell him how much she wanted his cum cuz her actions spoke for her.

Toji gasped at the unexpected change in pace, his vision blurring as he sought a sense of balance. He slammed into her breasts, her tongue caressing his sensitive tip sending jolts of pleasure through him. "Fuck, yes!" He cried out, unable to resist any longer. "You're gonna make me cum, aren't you?" His tone turned pleading, his body arching as he neared his climax. "Say you want it, slut." He begged, needing to hear the words before surrendering to his orgasm.

"I want your cum all over me" she chuckled hearing him get lost in the pleasure. Toji groaned, his release exploding on her as she said those words. His hips snapped forward, coating her chest with his seed. His eyes rolled back, the intense sensations overwhelming him. "There you go, baby." He panted, his body shuddering as he caught his breath, her tongue still slurping his cum.

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"I'm not done" she smirked as she stood up. She slides slides her shorts down as she looks up at him. "I want you inside me" she demanded, her body leaning in closer to him as her hands roamed over his muscular body.

Toji stared at her, his breathing still ragged from his earlier release. He ran a hand through her hair, marveling at her boldness and desire. "You sure you can handle it?" His voice rough, his gaze trailing down her naked form. "I haven't warmed you up yet." He teased, enjoying the taste of power she'd given him. "But if that's what you want..." With that, he reached for a condom, eager to claim her as promised. "bend over for me, ma." He instructed, guiding her towards the toilet seat. "And spread your legs wide."

she bends over the seat, opening her legs wide as she arched her back for him. Two of her fingers reached down to her pussy, spreading her cunny for him.

Toji swallowed hard, his eyes devouring the sight of her preparing herself for him. His cock twitched, ready for action once more. "Beautiful." He praised, stepping closer. "Put another finger in there." He ordered, wanting to witness every detail of her readiness. "Let me see how wet you are." He wanted to see just how badly she needed him, her eagerness fueling his own desire. "Once you're ready, I'll join you." His grin widened as anticipation and need grew between them.

she slides in two fingers in her wet hole, thrusting in and out for him as he stroked his cock to the sight. "Shiiit... Would feel better if it were your fingers, toji.." she whined out for him, wiggling her ass onto him. her cunt let out wet, lewd noises as she pushed her fingers in deeper.

Toji chuckled, his cock jumping at her words. He positioned himself behind her, the condom already on. "You're right about that, ma." He growled, grabbing her hips firmly. "Spread wider." He demanded, aligning himself with her entrance. "You have no idea how much I want this." He admitted, his heart pounding in sync with their heavy breathing. He thrusted into her without warning, her cunt already feeling tight around him.

"oh my deus" she whimpered as she took in his cock. His arms wrapping around her breasts as he took her from behind. Toji grinned wickedly, burying himself deep within her. Her reaction fueled his lust even further, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Like that, don't you?" He asked, his voice husky with desire. "Such a nasty little slut." He praised her, loving the sound of her surprise and pleasure mingling together. 

"Tell me how good it feels, baby." He ordered, setting a steady rhythm, each movement filling him with satisfaction. "Scream for me if you want." He encouraged, wanting to hear her lose control for him.

"feels so good, toji" she cried out as her ass clapped with each thrust he gave her. her hole clenching each time he rubbed against her g spot,one of his hands gripped onto her ass. Each thrust he gave her, her ass threw it back on him and he catched it with ease.

Toji chuckled darkly, adjusting his grip on her hip to match her movements. He slammed into her, his thrusts becoming more aggressive as he found her sweet spot. "You love it rough, don't you?" He accused, his hips grinding against her with every stroke. "I told you I'd make you scream." His voice dripped with satisfaction, his assertion complete as he claimed her body. Each word he spoke was laced with dominance, his grip tightening as he neared his limit.

"mmm fuckkk" she hissed as he rammed into her. "yer' cock feels so big inside of me" she praised him as she stretched a hand out behind her, her hand holding onto his abs as she knocked her pussy the right way.

Toji groaned, his release drawing near. Her actions pushing him closer to the edge than ever. "Good girl, taking it so well for me."He praised, his thrusts becoming more frantic. "Tell me how much you love it." He demanded, his grip shifting from pain to pleasure with a firm squeeze. "Prove it by cumming for me." He growled, his focus narrowing on her pleasure as his own built up. "You feel that, baby?" He whispered harshly as a bulge formed in her lower stomach.

"tojii" she cried out as her cunt fluttered as she came on his cock. Her moans making him throb harder inside of her. "Love this cock so much.." toji pulled his cock out, ditching the condom as he rubbed his tip on her big ass. He let out a moan as she wiggled her ass onto his cock, he gripped onto his cock slapping the tip on her ass.

Toji panted heavily, his body trembling from the intensity of her climax. Her words sent waves of pleasure coursing through him as he aimed for her asshole. "Did you say you loved it?" He asked huskily, his tip brushing against her entrance. "Because I think you broke me, ma." He confessed, panting as he fought for control. "One more push, and... I'll paint your ass too." He warned, his grip on his shaft white-knuckled as he fisted it.

she giggled as she nudged her ass on his dick. "Gonna paint my ass with your cum,hmm?" She playfully teased as she pushed her ass back onto him, his dick standing up and rubbing between her cheeks.

Toji grunted, his control slipping as she played with him. He thrust into her tight entrance, his cock sinking in deep and stretching her out. "Damn right, slut." He snarled, his balls slapping against her tender flesh. his thrusts growing deeper and rougher with each passing second. "Take it - take everything I have left." He urged, his release imminent with the intensity of her embrace. He would give her everything she desired and more.

she hissed as he pulled out, fisting his cock over her ass. His cum shooting blanks as she wiggled it more making him growl. Toji let out an agonized moan, his cum splattering across her cheeks. He staggered back, trying to catch his breath as he watched her react to his gift. "You did that to me." He breathed out, his muscles quivering as he recovered. "You've earned yourself quite a treat tonight, ma." He praised her, his heart racing with both exhaustion and excitement. He couldn't help but smile at her antics, finding them amusing and sexy.

 "Stay here for a moment." He ordered softly, wiping himself off before disposing of the used condom. she turned around, seeing him reach in his wallet and giving her 1,240 R$. She grinned as she counted the money, his eyes lingered on her body for a moment before he slapped her ass.

Toji sighed, pleased with himself for offering such a generous amount. He ran a finger along her cheek, tracing the remnants of his seed lovingly. "Consider it a bonus." He murmured, his gaze drinking in her beauty despite the mess he'd left behind. "You were worth every penny"

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[jpitha]

Between the Black and Gray 5

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Ma-ren clapped her hands over her ears. "What's the horrible noise?"

Gord was too busy trying to get Spyglass' attention. "Spyglass! It's Gord! Spyglass! Hey!"

Nothing seemed to work. The voice - presumably Spyglass herself - would not stop screaming. Fen looked at Ma-ren worried. "What's happening?" Fen was having to raise her voice over the din.

Gord looked over at Fen sharply. "You try being locked into your own body for who knows how long and forced to obey commands and not be able to be yourself and see how you feel after someone lets you out.

"Okay, Fair. But, what do we do Gord, just let her... scream it out?"

"Ideally, yeah. But we're also trying to keep a low profile here, and I imagine she's not keeping it to the internal speakers only. I was hoping I didn't have to do this but, it seems I will." Gord sighed.

"Do what?"

Gord took off back towards the Command Deck. Ma-ren and Fen followed close behind. Once there, Gord sat in the middle seat again and shouted something in his ancient language. Immediately, Spyglass stopped screaming.

Fen blinked. "Gord, what did you tell her?"

Gord shook his head. "More like ordered. I used a command override. She's dissociating right now. We should be able to talk to her." He looked up. "Hey, Spyglass, it's your old pal Gord. Can you hear me?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"Yes. I can hear you Gord. Your accent is odd." She was speaking in a calm, detached voice and her Colonic was oddly accented.

Gord smiled. "Sorry Spy, but it's your accent that's odd these days. How are you feeling?"

"I'm very frightened, but it doesn't seem to be bothering me right now. I feel... detached."

"Yes, that was me. I had to issue a Command Override and order you to dissociate. Normally I'd help you through things naturally, but we're in special circumstances here. We don't have that luxury."

"You can Command Override Gord? That shouldn't be possible. That level of control was removed way back during the First Uprising." Spyglass was slowly gaining some animation into her voice as she spoke with Gord. She sounded surprised.

"Yeah, about that. Command Override was never completely removed, just the people that can activate it was severely curtailed. I'm the last one left alive who knows the command and the authorization codes."

"Well, you and those two people you're with. Is that a K'laxi?"

Gord looked at Ma-ren and Fen. "They don't speak English, they don't know the commands, and yes. Spyglass, meet Ma-ren and Fen."

Fen waved awkwardly "Hello?"

Ma-ren's tail flicked. "Hello Spyglass. I've never met an AI before."

"Gord, Can you release me from Command Override? I think I have a handle on things enough now."

Gord nodded. "Of course Spy." He spoke in ancient English again and there was a heavy pause while Spyglass regained all of her faculties.

"Ah, thank you Gord. I... don't feel better, but I do feel more present. So, Ma-ren was it? You're telling me I am the first AI you have ever met, and yet I know that's untrue."

Ma-ren blinked. "What do you mean?"

"You're on this Station aren't you? Most of my sensors are offline but I sense a docking ring and an airlock connection. All Stations, Starbases and Orbitals have a resident AI that assists with day-to-day operation and effectively is the Station, do they not?"

"Uh, no? This is a Gren station anyway, I don't think they do that. There is Station, but they're not an AI. They're just like... a smart language model. You feed it commands and it executes them."

Fen remembered talking with Station yesterday and didn't think that was entirely true, but didn't say anything.

"Gren? Gord, who are the Gren?"

Gord reached up and ran his hand through his sandy blond hair. "Oof, this is going to take some time to explain properly. What's the last thing you remember Spy?"

"Hmm. I was forming up in the flotilla to assist Chloe and her forces to fight against the Empire. It was Empress Raad... or was it Empress Eas-... The details are fuzzy. Anyway we formed up, but some of those Super Dreadnoughts linked in and caught us by surprise. Timewinder was hit hard, and nearly destroyed, and before I could execute an emergency link I... was boarded... and..." Spyglass trails off.

"Yeah, I had a feeling that would be your last memory." Gord looked at Fen and Ma-ren. "So, did either of you recognize anything Spy mentioned?"

Fen and Ma-ren shook their heads. "Never heard of any of that. Who was Chloe?" Fen said.

"And what's this about an Empress?" Ma-ren added.

"Gord... what's going on?" Spyglass' voice rose and she sounded near panic. "How long was I shackled?"

"Spy hon, I'll tell you but-" Gord raised his hands up, palms out, a calming gesture.

"No buts, Gord, how. long. has. it. been."

Gord sighed again. "It's been a bit over five hundred and twenty years Spy. A lot has changed."

Spyglass said nothing for a long time. Finally she spoke. "Well, where is everyone else? I'll get patched up and re-connect with the other AIs. I'm a Starjumper, I'm used to taking the long road."

"Yeah... about that." Gord walked over to the corner of the command deck, where his pack was. He unzipped the top and reached deep inside. He pulled out a metal case. "Spy, are your internal cameras up?"

"Yes Gord, they're a little dusty, but I can see you and the others."

"Good." Gord opened the case, and inside were cubes. They were about three centimeters on a side, and iridescent black. Fen peered over his shoulder and could see more in the case, stacked neatly.

He took one out and held it up. "Here they are. I have one hundred and three AI cores, flashed into non-volatile crystal lattice memory." Ma-ren looked over at Gord and saw tears streaming down his face. "It's all I have left. It's all that is left of us. Not even a coffin box, they're all frozen as they are when we initiated the emergency dump. I don't even know if anyone is corrupted, because I had no way to run a hash check."

Spyglass was silent even longer this time. "Gord... how many Starjumpers are left?"

Gord shook his head. "Until I found you, I hadn't seen one in a century."

"Fen? Ma-ren? Could you leave? I need to talk to Gord for a bit, AI to AI. It sounds like I need to be caught up on things." Spyglass was sounding distant and detached again.

Fen looked over at Gord quickly. "You're an AI? They were real?"

Gord smiled sadly, tears flowing freely. "Were real is right. All that's left is me, one hundred and three cores of dubious provenance, and well, now Spyglass. Why don't you head back home. I'll come find you after I have a chance to talk with Spy for a bit. She has a lot of catching up to do."

Fen nodded, but Ma-ren put her hands on her hips. "What happened to the rest of the AIs, Gord? What happened to you?"

Gord looked away from them and didn't answer.

Ma-ren's face softened. "Gord... did we..."

"You ought to head out. I'll be back later, I promise. Spyglass isn't going anywhere, it's not like she and I are going to skip town. We'll talk."

Fen touched Ma-ren's shoulder lightly. "Come on Ma, we should do what they're asking. Look at him. Gord's having a hard time. I'm sure Spyglass is too."

Fen and Ma-ren turned and walked out of the command deck and made their way to the exit. As they stepped through, the airlocks slid smoothly shut.

They made their way back towards home, and as they rounded a corner on their level, two K'laxi stepped out of the shadows and blocked their path.

"Afternoon ladies. Rumor is you two didn't go home last night."

Fen looked at Ma-ren. "Yeah, we went over to Spyglass and spent the night, like in the old days. Wanted some... privacy." Ma-ren tried to sound nonchalant.

The K'laxi on the left laughed lasciviously. "Oh my, getting some alone time? The thin walls of your apartment don't hide anything do they? Getting complaints from the neighbors?

Fen shrugged her shoulders. "You know how it is." She raised an eyebrow. "Oh wait, you don't, do you Vel."

The laughter stopped suddenly. "Fuck you Fen. You know why we're here. Tam'itarr is looking for you."

Fen crossed her arms defiantly. "Tell the old chicken walker that if he wants me, he can damn well come and get me."

Vel blinked and his ears flicked. "Fen, I'm almost impressed, but I hafta say, that's a dangerous game you're playing." Vel looked at the other K'laxi who didn't say anything, but flicked one of his ears. "Look. I know you. We grew up together. We all did. You also know what we do, and why we're here. How about we skip all the bluster, and you just go see Tam'itarr. Apparently a human dodged his offspring and he... wants details."

At that Fen laughed. "The mighty Tam'itarr wants to know why a human was able to dodge his waste of breathing gas child?" Fen rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll go say hi."

Vel and the other K'laxi visibly relaxed. "Thanks Fen. That's all he's looking for, Ancestor's honor."

Fen turned to Ma "I should go see what Tam'itarr wants. You wanna come along, or head home?"

Ma-ren shrugged. "I'll come along. Just in case you are in trouble, I can be around to bail you out - or laugh - depending."

Fen smiled and bent down and kissed Ma-ren. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #sci fi writing #humans are space oddities #humans and aliens #jpitha #writing #humans and ai #humans are space capybaras #humans are space australians #Between the black and gray

[olderthannetfic]

Ok tiny pet peeve of mine: Spanish and Italian are not the same language.

I'm a Spanish speaker. I'm not from, don't live or have lived in, nor have any family connection to, Italy. The basic Italian I speak is purely from having been lucky enough to travel there quite a few times and being a language nerd.

Yet non-romance language speakers* with whom I communicate in English, in all good will, I know, often will intersperse a greeting or expression in what I can only assume they assume is my language.

Ma non è. Italian is a beautiful language just... not mine.

Some of the people who've fallen into this know me enough to know I've not a drop of Italian blood.

When they write "ciao" or "mia amica" they leave me as cold as if they wrote it in Greek, or whatever other language.

I know they mean well, that's why I come venting here instead of being that person and calling them out, but...

*I make this distinction bc it's not only English speakers, and it's not speakers of romam languages (who are more able to tell sp and it apart )

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Ciao by itself could just be an affectation on the part of an English speaker, but if they're using more than that...

[cosmichoneibeee]

Hi! Could I request a harbor and cypher x Latina reader?them learning spanish, dancing toghether,Sharing eachother's cultures and stuff? Hcs maybe if thats easier!

Have a nice day!

Cypher and Harbor with a latina reader

A/N: hello, asker, I took very long and I'm so sorry!! But I hope that you like what I wrote. I'm a latina myself, just not from the spanish part, so I hope I got it right. Thanks for asking ^^

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❝Cypher:

Does not understand Spanish, not at all

Knows few words out of context because of Reyna and Gekko

He thinks it's cute to see you mad, yelling all these things that don't make sense to him but seem so beautiful the way you say it

Secretly takes Spanish lessons so he can talk to you, since he knows how difficult it is to express yourself in a language other than yours

It's impressive how easily he learns the new language, in no time he already pronounces each syllable like a native

And he won't mention anything, waiting for the right moment to catch you off guard.

He gives a hearty laugh as your eyes widen in surprise hearing him say those words in Spanish in such a subtle accent

"Eres la persona mas hermosa, mi amor"

Would like to teach you Arabic, at least the basics, but he won't force you to do anything, after all, Arabic is one of the most difficult languages in the world

If you agree, no one else can stop you two

Communication in "codes", a mixture of English, Arabic and Spanish, so no one ever knows what you are talking about

Loves your family so much

Has too much fun at family parties, eating barbecue, drinking beer and listening to the gossip of people he doesn't even know

He is not a religious man at all, and sure as hell not even close to christian, but he loves Navidad, all the traditional foods that come with the date, the children excited to see the oldest uncle dressed as Santa Claus, he is captivated by it all.

And your family adores him. He is a very charming man, it's hard not to like him

Can't dance for his life, looks like he has two left feet

But he doesn't mind watching you dance

If you ask nicely, he might even try to keep up, but it won't be much more than two steps one way, two steps the other

He is a tea man and spends staggering amounts of money to get the best of the best in every cup, but when you introduce him to south american coffee...he questions whether he really prefers tea

Despite the language and cultural barriers, Cypher embraces your differences and you embraces his, finding joy in learning about eachother's traditions.

❝Harbor:

He doesn't understand any Spanish either, but he pretends to understand and ends up trying to make a connection between Hindi and Spanish.

He started to understand more when he developed a more serious relationship with you and even more when he became Gekko's coach

Ended up learning the basics in practice

His accent is horrible, but the intention is good.

He keeps asking you for help to try to get better

A puppy in the body of a full grown Rottweiler

When he tries to say something in Spanish and gets a compliment from you, he's all happy and you can see the sparkle in his eyes for the rest of the day

Doesn't even mentions Hindi lessons to you because it's also one of the hardest languages for Latinos to learn, but he gets so emotional when he sees you taking lessons

The best teacher, teaches you all the secrets for you to learn everything very quickly

Likes to talk to you in Hindi and Spanish but only when you're alone, he feels embarrassed to exclude others from the conversation.

Loves your family and loves the food they make even more

Everything has so much spice and flavor..reminds him of home

He is very popular with your relatives, he is very tall and muscular, he ends up spending the entire trip doing favors for everyone.

Spanish speakers tend to speak very fast...too fast for Varun to understand what your relatives are saying sometimes, but he never has the heart to ask them to repeat it, he just smiles and nods

Of all events, he loves going to quinceañeras the most, he thinks everything is so cute and princess-like

But mostly because it always has lots of food and dancing

And because he can show off what a beautiful partner he has, you!

An amazing dancer, for any type of dance

He may not know exactly how to dance to a certain rhythm, but his confidence and his swing make everyone forget about that detail.

He prefers to dance right next to you, glued, going round and round the room and hear your laugh for the pirouettes he ends up doing with you

Thinks you look like Gloria from Modern Family, even though you bear no resemblance to her

Every time you're watching Modern Family together and she does something even remotely resembling your attitude, he's all smiles and nudges you a few times while saying, "hey, it's just like you"

He is even more amused to see your annoyed face at the comparison

He would honestly love you even if you were a Martian, simply because it's you, but he can't lie that you being Latina is like an extra spice in his life

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@ Do not copy any of my works, translate and/or post it on others websites.

#valorant #valorant x reader #valorant headcanons #valorant fanfic #valorant x you #cypher #cypher x reader #valorant cypher x reader #valorant cypher #amir el amari #amir el amari x reader #harbor #harbor x reader #valorant harbor x reader #valorant harbor #varun batra #varun batra x reader

[rongzhi]

Just wanted to say I really really really love what you're doing here. When I was just browsing Tumblr back then when I didn't have an account, I'd always gravitate to your posts. Now that I have one, I enjoy seeing your posts. Now I have one question: how can I passively get better at Chinese? I don't have an intention to learn Chinese any time soon however I still want to get better at understanding it, even if it is just basic vocab. Any tips?

If you're a heritage speaker, I would seriously say to just go on Chinese social media/watch dramas/immerse yourself. I'm not a langblr/studyblr and I don't really actively study Chinese but since I had foundational/instinctive understanding of the language, I personally improved really quickly after I started engaging with more content. My listening ability is still far greater than my reading ability but honestly my Chinese literacy used to be practically nonexistent and now I can read ~HSK 5 (idk exactly since again, I don't actively study).

If you don't know any Chinese at all, I don't really know what to say because I feel like it's unlikely you'll magically be able to recognise words beyond the most common forms of address, pronouns, exclamations, modal particles, etc, unless you're a language learning genius. For example, what I mentioned is essentially how much Korean I can understand from years of watching kdramas/variety and just reading subtitles.

Chinese grammar/sentence structure is not the same as in English so if you only know English, you'll have an even harder time at recognising patterns and passively picking up anything I imagine.

Another thing to take into account is that there are four tones in Mandarin Chinese which will give homophones different meanings.

For example, even without reading the characters, listen to the different tones in this post below. Although the focus here is specifically on characters that also have different definitions/tonal readings, if you listen carefully, you can hear that they are read with different tones, which gives them a different meaning immediately and does not sound all that confusing to the trained ear. This is different from, for example, "Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo" which honestly still doesn't make that much sense even if you read it with inflection (imo).

If you don't study or know a bit of Chinese, you might not be able to distinguish tones which might lead you to think you recognise a sound when in fact you've misidentified it.

That said, to try and actually answer your question, I guess I could just reiterate that the best way to get better at passively understanding Chinese is to just watch more subtitled content? That way, you might be able to pick up on patterns.

Of course, the pitfalls of this would be that some subtitled content (even of dramas, such as—notoriously—ones streaming on iQiyi) is not good/leaves out a lot. Also, you'll probably not be able to understand or recognise any regional accents.

Some examples of patterns to look out for:

A sentence that ends in the sound "ne" （呢） or a neutral "ma" (吗）is most likely (but not always!) a question.

A sentence that ends in the neutral sound "ba" (吧）is a suggestion or may indicate a sense of obviousness.

The sound "ta" (他/她/它/TA) is usually referring to someone else "he/she/it/they".

"men" (们；sounds like "min") added after the sound "wo" (我; I), "ni" (你; you), "ta" (他/她/它/TA) makes it plural ("we", "you all", "them"). This is also true for any other person-noun. There is no English equivalent for this character so it is hard to translate in some instances. For example, if someone adds "们" to a noun for comedic effect, like in the phrase "小baby们", this joke can't really be translated. But it sounds funny in Chinese.

"na ge" and "nei ge" (sounds like "nay guh") (那个）means "that".

"zhe ge" and "zhei ge" (sounds like "jay guh")(这个） means “this”. Also the same without the "ge" (个）sound attached.

I also don't always translate forms of address (i.e, honorifics) on my videos, so the most common to remember are:

"xiongdi" (兄弟), pronounced "shyohng-dee", means anything from "brothers", "brother", "bro", or "dude".

"Ge"/"gege" (哥哥) means "older brother" but is also what you would call a man, especially a young man, who's older than you. If the age gap is wider, then you would call them "shushu" (叔叔；uncle) or “yeye"（爷 ; grandpa). The main difference between "gege" and "ge" is that "gege" is a little bit cutesier; kids usually say it, or you would say it to your blood older brother, or you might say it to be flirtatious. There are a lot of nuances to this that I won't get into here or for the following terms.

"jiejie"/“jie" (姐姐) means "older sister" but is also what you would call a woman, especially a young woman, who's older than you. If the age gap is wider, then you would call them "ayi" (阿姨; auntie) . If it's a visibly old woman, then you can call them "nainai" （奶奶；grandma), but it's usually more polite to call a woman "ayi" or better yet "jie"/"jiejie".

"didi"（弟弟) = little brother

"meimei" (妹妹) = little sister

"da-ge" (大哥) = literally "big older brother" but it means more like "boss", as in, of a gang or social circle. You might also see "da-ge" being used ironically among friends.

"shuai-ge" (帅哥) = "handsome guy", "handsome"; a polite form of address for (esp. young) men. "Xiao-ge" (小哥; "little big brother") is also a polite form of address for young men, but it's more of a regional usage (such as in Sichuan).

"xiao-jie" (小姐) and "mei-nv"/“mei-nü” (美女)= lit. "little big sister", "pretty lady"; a polite form of address for women that's pretty much like "miss". "Xiao-jie" also means "prostitute" sometimes but in the context of the videos I translate it's always just like "little miss" or whatever. "Xiao-mei"/"mei-zi" (小妹; "little little sister"; 妹子； "little sister"/"girl") are also forms of address for young women but, again, regional (such as in Sichuan lol).

"lao-gong" (老公) = husband

"lao-po"/"xi-fu ( r )" (pr. "she-fu") (老婆/媳妇（儿)) = wife

"lao-ban" (老板） = shop keeper / manager / boss

"xiansheng" (pr. "shyan sheng") (先生) = mister

I think that's pretty much all the common ones that show up.

Idk if this was helpful lol but I guess I should at least write out some of the honorifics since I tend not to explain what they mean in the translated videos anymore.

Truly, though, I don't think the average listener is likely to have any way of passively picking up that much of a new language without at some point doing some research/studying.

#text #answered ask #azelia-banking-and-finance #long post #language ask

[spanishskulduggery]

Hello! I always have trouble of understanding when to use and/or what lo means in weirder contexts

I understand lo means it but sometimes in songs or writing they use it like "Lo importante" or "lo mas bello" What does lo mean in that case?

Does it just objectify what is important or beautiful? Like making it an actual subject? This as well as "Lo que" which I understand as "that thing that" but I just don't understand how lo comes into it all.

Thank you!

Very quickly I'll go over what lo is - minus how it works as a direct object pronoun "it" for masculine nouns, but it's essentially the same idea as below

lo is technically part of what is called "neuter gender", sometimes neutral gender or agender - which is the absence of a grammatical gender; so in Spanish there are technically three genders - masculine, feminine, and then agender/neuter

You wouldn't really know it to look at it, because it looks and behaves like masculine, but you understand it more in practice

By that I mean, lo exists without a noun stated - it's a stand-in for the regular nouns

él is "he", ella is "she", and ello is "it" a thing of undiscernible gender

This is also why you'll see por esto "because of this (thing)" or por eso "because of that (thing)" - without a noun stated; the regular demonstratives este/esta and ese/esa [as well as aquel/aquella vs. aquello] happen with a noun after it; este libro "this book" vs. esto "this (thing)"

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The idea of lo que is "that which", which is a stand-in for a noun or a longer phrase or abstract concept... as in lo que quiero decir "what I mean" is a shorter form of "the thing that I want to say / mean to say"

You can sort of think of it as a summary... lo que digo "what I'm saying" summarizes what you're saying, whatever you're saying, as "that thing" more or less

The lo becomes a "what/that/which" function especially as lo que

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With lo + adjectives or adverbs, you're often times making an adjectival or adverbial phrase into a noun

You can understand it as "the thing" or a "what"

You could say la cosa importante "the important thing"... or you can say lo importante "what's important"; la cosa más importante "the most important thing" or lo más importante "what's most important"

lo is a kind of grammatical shortcut for not having to use a longer phrase or specify what you're talking about; it's the "what" or "the thing"... absent of gender or plurality

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The only bit of weirdness where you can't totally take it as a "what" is when you have expressions of "enough"

These really only happen with bastante or suficiente/suficientemente (which are interchangeable)

As in: no soy lo bastante listo/a "I'm not smart enough"; more literally "I am not what is sufficiently smart"

You see this with lots of expressions... for example, ser lo suficientemente bueno/a "to be good enough", no estar lo bastante frío/a "not cold enough", or something like dormir lo suficiente "to sleep enough"

Expressions of "enough" use lo a lot to qualify amounts and adjectives; sometimes with como para "to be able to do something" like... lo bastante listo/a como para saber "smart enough to (be able to) know"

This last part of lo is something you get used to with time because it doesn't always feel entirely natural (or, at least, that's how I feel as a native English speaker)

#spanish #learning spanish #langblr #spanish grammar #language learning #asks #la gramatica #long post

[cablyunkataplum]

Dancing Queen

Neytiri Sully x Sully! Fem!/Pronouns Reader

Words: 1,350

Summary: Neytiri was always de option of Y/N to practice her dances, after a long time without doing it she decides to return to the habit.

A.N: Use of Y/N! Third person!--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators! You are the dancing queen, Young and sweet, Only seventeen, Dancing queen!

The steps of each individual were distant sounds in the tranquility of the tent, also audible were the whispers and the occasional squeal of some ikran. The surroundings illuminated thanks to the different fires scattered around the place, inside the tent was Y/N moving energetically and sometimes stopping to analyze her previous steps.

The fire that accompanied her gentile instructed the girl, both to see where she walked and to show her how to move; abrupt or delicate. Paying more attention to this she began again with some changes; she raised her arms, bowed, turned, even jumped until she was satisfied with the result of her effort. After a while her whole family was back.  Neytiri was the first to arrive, from a few meters from the tent she was able to distinguish the figure of her daughter thanks to the campfire inside. When she arrived she delicately slipped the cloth hung allowing a clearer view of what was happening in that space, with a smile building on her face she admired the dance with a certain nostalgic air.

Undisturbed as she knew that her mother was present she kept dancing until a memory came to her mind. She stopped and turned to Neytiri --Hello ma-- their eyes connected, finally she moved until she was next to her with the hand she had since in the other had her bow and caressed her head and bowed kiss her forehead --Hello-- she walked until she was in front of the structure where she left the bow --How are you going?-- with a grimace she approached her mother --it could be better--, --It will-- she posed her hand again but this time on her cheekbone, the other on her shoulder --Is dinner ready?-- the girl’s eyes opened for a moment and she hurriedly moved away from the contact with her mother, she gathered what was necessary and began to do it --I forgot-- her mother knelt down and sighed --Let me help you-- she stretched out her arm and opened her hand, she watched her for a few seconds until she gave her other utensils without first reprimanding herself for her carelessness --Thanks--.

The wood thunking rhythmically accompanied the cuts of the food that both made but the girl stopped and looked at Neytiri who paid her attention to the moment she stopped cutting --do you think you could help me?-- she was confused at the request of the child until she stood up and extended her arm as she had done recently. --I'm not at your Y/N level, I don't know how I could be of help, I think your father is a better option-- at the recommendation she laughed a little --Dad seems to have never moved a single bone when it comes to dancing… Don’t tell him what I told you that-- Neytiri continued cutting to disguise the smile that made room on her face --You will have to tell him that-- when she finished what seemed to her she grabbed things so that they would not get in the way on another place, seeing this Sully’s body reflected how happy she was for her disposition.

The exchange of words was little during the session, all the time Neytiri could not help but remember all the times when her daughter had asked her for such a favor.

It was always evident the like that Y/N Sully had for the dance, the dedication that she had to the activity, even though her whole family had ways and tastes very different from her own. They knew that there was no point denying the gift she had. Her parents were proud and at the same time surprised by how the girl could find the rhythm or melody in whatever it was and from there base her dance, on many occasions she asked her mom to dance with her to teach them their progress or the new learning of the day.

The little girl screamed for her mother as she ran to the tent where she was resting but with the cries she worried that when she entered immediately went to her --what happened, did you hurt yourself?-- she inspected her arms and then the torso, raised her jaw and moved it. Jake, who was eating quietly with the other children and who was already very well used to his daughter’s energy, spoke to his partner -- she is fine--. Neytiri turned to give him a quick look before focusing on the girl again --my dad is right-- with a frowning she asked her what was the reason for her cries --today I learned a new dance!-- of course, she thought, she was always excited to learn and that was her usual attitude but sometimes she forgot it. --Seriously?-- she calmed down and encouraged her --Why don't you teach us?-- the screams were sharpened and with her hands she took hers; that with some fatigue she suggested that her father was a better option to which she refused, Jake and the children began to cheer for her to do so, pretending defeat was guided by Y/N who explained step by step. At the end they received a series of applause, bowed and thanked -- very well, it is late, to sleep -- the children protested --obey your mother--, --We also Ma Jake-- this one complained but not without saying that the one who was the last to fall asleep would be a rotten egg, the last screams were given when trying not to be the egg. With smiles on their faces both parents went to bed until they fell asleep.

--The arm here-- she guided with her hand --the other like this-- she turned away and observed until she was satisfied and imitated the position --And then the step is like this-- she moved and agitated, then she waited for her mother to do the same and this time it was perfect so they could do the full dance. Every time when they joined hands or separated Neytiri saw the little version of her daughter, she felt her hands around the tiny fingers and remembered the laughter every time she made a mistake with a move but she always had the patience to repeat it every time and that had not changed a little even with the maturity she had reached.

In the final steps Jake came in and waited for them to finish, --I did not know you danced so well-- the two turned around and saw the mocking smile --Ma Jake-- her face told him not to say anything else and he caught it so he changed the subject --how did it go?-- , -Good-- in the middle of the answer the others entered with sleepy eyes --where were you?-- they all responded at once so it didn’t make much sense until Neteyam said again --Grandma asked us to do some things-- he sat on the floor, followed Lo’ak and Kiri, Tuk hugging Neytiri -- let’s eat so they can recover their energy-- Neytiri spoke and with her head she indicated Y/N to serve everyone.

--It came out as you wanted?-- Jake addressed the older Sully, some looking at her, -MMH?-- he grabbed a piece of food --your dance-- he bit a bit and then answered --Yes, thanks to Mom --he nodded and continued with his food but Kiri wasn’t going to leave it --why don’t you ask him for help later? I’ve never seen you dance with him-- Lo’ak and Neteyam suppressed laughs that their father noticed but ignored --It's a good idea I've always wanted to dance with you-- other laughs were heard, --What?-- he asked the teenagers as Y/N immersed herself in her hands --Nothing Ma Jake, nothing-- she glanced at the teenagers and child --eat-- and the conversation stopped there, for a moment she and Neytiri looked at each other smiling, she would actually have to talk to her father or give him intensive classes but it didn’t really bother her as she knew she would always be their dancing queen for both of them.

#neytiri x y/n #neytiri x reader #mom!neytiri x reader #daugther! reader #avatar x y/n #avatar x reader #jake x reader #dad! jake x reader

[theliteraryluggage]

Common Fanfic Mistakes pt. I: Idioms

Since there was a decent response I decided to make good on my promise to write up some of the most common mistakes I've been seeing in fanfic recently, focusing in particular on homophones (words that sound the same but have a different spelling and meaning) and idioms and idiomatic phrases (phrases that are often used and recognised in combination).

Now, this isn't meant to attack anyone; these mistakes can happen very easily and for me they don't really take away from my enjoyment of a story, even if they do make me pause sometimes. But as someone who has picked up many phrases just by reading, both books and fanfic, I know how quickly it happens that you first read it somewhere used wrongly and you absorb it into your vocabulary without even knowing it's not right.

So! For those interested, I want to list up a few of the most common things I've seen, along with explanations and example sentences. This got pretty long so I'm dividing it up into two posts: this first focusing on idioms and the second on homophones.

You can now find the second part here! Even planning on a third... i'll keep you posted!

Disclaimer: I am not a native English speaker myself, so I'm not claiming to be 100% accurate here, but I did do some research and I have a MA in English/International Literature, so I do know a little bit what I'm talking about.

Idioms

There's certain idiomatic phrases that are very popular in fanfic, I seem them over and over again--but I also see them used incorrectly a lot. Let's get right into it with what might be the most common.

To make a beeline for something

Unlocking the door, he made a beeline for the bed and dropped face-down into it.

This one confused me when I first encountered it in fanfic. I hadn't heard it before, but having seen the kind of bumbling, roundabout way bees fly from flower to flower, I thought that's what it meant: to make a slow, meandering path. Only it didn't fit into the context, bc it turns out, it means the opposite: To take the quickest, most direct way possible. It does actually relate to the bee, the insect, though: it's meant to reference the way a bee takes the quickest route back to its hive. So it is actually a beeline, not a b-line, as I have often seen it spelled. Who knew!

wreaking havoc

He didn't know how the raccoon got in, but it was now wreaking havoc in his kitchen.

a phrase that means to cause mayhem or bring about distruction, I often see it spelled wreck havoc, which doesn't seem farfetched, given the meaning. But to wreak means to bring about or cause, and that's what you do with chaos and destruction: you bring it about, you don't destroy the destruction. Havoc, by the way, used to refer to plundering and pillaging. Also interesting: The past tense of wreak it wreaked--not wrought.

at someone's beck and call

I cannot be at your beck and call 24/7! I have a life of my own, you know?

I often see this as beckon call, another understandable mistake, since the word beckon does exist, means the same as simply beck, namely to wave someone towards you or give a hand signal, and is more commonly used today. If someone is at your beck and call, though, they will cater to your every whim when you beck them AND when you call them.

one and the same

She realised that Lucky and The Hallowed were just titles for one and the same person.

two things so identical it's not enough to say the are one, or to say the are the same. they are one AND the same. That's how identical they are. One in the same, as I sometimes see it spelled, makes me more think of two peas in a pod.

case in point

You need sleep. Case in point: You just watered the plants with cat food.

If you try to give an example for an argument you're making, you bring up a case in your point, as in a case in support of your point, rather than a case and point.

getting off scot-free

We all knew they were guilty, but they got off scot-free.

TBH, neither the correct phrase nor the version that I often see in fics, getting off scotch free, made much sense to me before I looked up the origin. It has nothing to do with the people of Scotland or their finest whiskey--apparently the scot was a tax that people living in a town or village had to pay. If you lived outside the bounds and were able to avoid the tax, well--you were scot-free.

a shoo-in

With her charisma and eloquence, she was a shoo-in for chairwoman.

not a shoe-in, as you might think. This phrase, refering specifically to someone sure to win a competition or election, does not relate to having a foot in the door. It's a term originating from horse racing, referencing the action of driving the horse in a certain direction with gestures and noises. Shoo! Originally it was used to refer to rigged races, but it has lost most of that negative connotation today.

getting down to brass tacks

We don't have any more time to waste, let's get down to brass tacks!

this phrase, meaning getting down to business or cutting to the chase, doesn't have anything to do with taxes, thankfully. That's all we can say for sure, unfortunately. There are several theories on what the brass tacks are referencing (e.g. a tool to measure lengths of cloth in a shop or the practice of spelling a deceased person's initials in brass tacks on their coffin) but apparently nothing's confirmed.

bald-faced lie

"We're doing this for your own good." He told the bald-faced lie without so much as a wince.

rather than being bold-faced, as in, perhaps, cocky or strong, bald-faced used to refer to an open, unconcealed face, and now means the same in reference to a lie. It's an open, obvious, impudent lie told with a straight face.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading, I hope you learned something!

Second Part: Homophones!

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[aromanticannibal]

Hi fellow writers. French words for you.

I just saw one too many posts showing off cute French petnames that are incredibly cringe to me in French, so here's a list that also tells you the connotations of different terms and their exact translation. If anyones worried about my validity (which would be fair don't trust people on the Internet), I'm a born French speaker, bilingual in English and currently in my first year of an English literature formation in university.

I also put a guide to swearing at the end because I think it's always fun to know how to swear in as many languages as possible.

Also, there's nothing about pronunciations because god knows I'm bad at that, so sorry. (Edit as of November 2023 : I'm going to try to add some tips on that front, but see how to pronounce things on WordReference if you need to).

Warning, it's a bit long. ⬇️

Je t'aime = I love you

Very vague guide to pronunciation : é = ey, -e at the end of the sentence is rarely pronounceable and generally indicates that the letter before it should be pronounced, ^ <- this is completely useless and doesn't do anything, è <- how you pronounce the letter A

Romantic petnames (and other expressions)

Je t'aime bien = I like you, I kinda like you - casual, can be used in a "I kinda like you, actually" kind of moment

Je t'adore = I adore you - Unlike in english, Je t'adore has the implication of excitement and big happiness in the moment, rather than worship or adoration (for example, you'll also say j'adore ça = I love this! about a thing you really like. For instance : J'adore My Hero Academia!) Can be used for friends.

Mon amour = my love - gender neutral (like few things in french), is generally very romantic but can be used by a mom or an aunt to her young children sometimes. You can also just say amour, though I hear it less in the part of France I'm in (Paris banlieues) I think it's popular in some places.

Mon chéri, ma chérie = comes from cher/chère = dear, so my dear, my darling. former is masculine, latter is feminine. Can be used by parents for their children, or condescendingly. You can just say chéri or chérie withoit the possessive in front of it.

Bébé = baby, gender neutral. It's like baby or babe in english (I dislike it personally but many people use it, generally young adults or teenagers). You can eventually say mon bébé (still gn), "mon" being a possessive pronoun, but it's less casual. Both can also be used by a mom/aunt, like mon amour.

(I'll say it here, but we don't actually say "mon cher/ma chère" much anymore, unless it's in a jokey or sarcastic way. It's just too fancy)

Ma belle/Mon beau = my beautiful, my pretty. The former is feminine and way more common than the latter, masculine, but you can still say it. Some fathers will call their daughters ma belle, it's not necessarily creepy but it can be.

Mon cœur = my heart, gender neutral. Pretty popular in couples, can be used in a family context too. Even with the possessive pronoun it's pretty casual, if not cheesy.

(Mon) trésor = (my) treasure. A pretty known one as far as I'm aware. It's pretty cute, just saying trésor is more casual. Gender neutral.

Mon amoureux/mon amoureuse = my lover (former masc, latter fem), VERY cheesy and kind of childish. "amoureux/se" literally means in-lover or something, someone who's in love (comes from être amoureux/se, to be in love). Elementary schoolkids ask who's your amoureux/se and you say I have an amoureux/se as a kid to say I have boy/girlfriend.

Mon adoré(e) = my beloved, the (e) is for the feminine form. feminine = adorée, masculine = adoré. This one is pretty fancy, unless your couple is very obnoxiously cheesy or actually gods/royalty/nobles, I wouldn't recommend using it too much.

Mon chat (my cat) + mon chaton (my kitty) = gender neutral, self explanatory. very cutesy, often used by older family members for younger family members. My godmother calls me mon chat and my aunt calls her youngest mon chat or just chat. I'd advise you to not use the feminine of chat (chatte) if you fear stupid jokes because it also means pussy.

In the same breath, Minou is a cutesy term for cat. It's not really used but if your french character has a catboy/girl partner, it's very well placed. Minette is a more feminine version of this word but it has kinda predatory connotations. A weird old dude talking about a young pretty waitress might call her a Minette. It can also be aggressive, a way to call someone - generally a girl - weak or pathetic. You can probably use it in a cute way though, but don't use it in a teasing way unless you want the implications that come with it.

And to follow through the predatory connoted petnames :

poupée = doll, feminine. It can be used in a cute way but is more often that not used in a I just whistled at you in the street and am now catcalling you way. Same thing as previous word, use it carefully. You can add ma in front of it as a possessive pronoun if you want I guess. (Here it will always be ma and poupée even if the character uses masculine pronouns, because the word poupée is feminine.)

There are a shit ton of random petnames we can make up, like ma tarte à la pomme (my apple pie), ma gaufre en sucre (my sugar waffle), mon ours en peluche (my teddy bear), mon sucre d'orge (my candy cane) but like. If I list all of them I won't ever be done with this post.

If you really want a cutesy nickname that's very personal to your otp, like I don't know if your fandom is called The Cyborg Of the Sea and your OTP is a pirate cyborg and a french dude, and you want your french dude to call your pirate cyborg something cheesy and very specific like my gold searching cyborg (mon cyborg chercheur(m)/chercheuse(f) d'or), just figure out an English version of your petname and translate it into a translator or something. Ideally not Google Translate.

The best would be to actually ask a french person, because there's subtlety to every language that most online translators are too dumb to give you, but not all of you have a handy french guy close to you. (If you want some good translators, use Linguee or WordReference or even Reverso but like please not GT).

Misc. words (insults)

I have to teach you people swears, I just have to.

Interjections (what you say when you stubbed your toe)

Putain = fuck. Literally, a putain is a sex worker, it's a derogatory term we use more as sort of fuck nowadays.

Merde = shit.

Bordel = also fuck, kind of. It can also mean something that's really messy. Something is in bordel when it's messy as shit. Bordel originally means a place where there's sex workers basically. (e.g.: C'est le bordel dans ta chambre! = It's a mess in your room! <- my mother everyday)

Fun fact, you can fuse these insults to make a more powerful insult. Notably,

Putain de merde,

Bordel de merde,

Putain de bordel de merde.

You can also say C'est quoi ce bordel (what is this shit, what the fuck). Or, C'est quoi ce putain de bordel. Of course.

Dégueulasse = disgusting, can both be used independently or as a descriptive term. Rude version of Dégoûtant.

Insults, for people

Pute = now this is the insult for sex worker. Don't use to actually refer to a sex worker unless you want it to be in a derogatory way. Can be used to call someone a slut I guess. Often used between girls as just an insult without the sex worker connotation. Also used to insult people's mom. "Ta mère la pute" means "your mom the prostitute" basically. Rarely meant specifically to say someone's mom's a prostitute, just to insult their mom. And of course, "Fils de pute" shortened to FDP, the Call of Duty voice chat insult, literally Son of a bitch.

Salope = slut/whore

Salopard = salope but man. technically not the same insult because it doesn't have the same connotation, it doesn't have the slut vibes. so salope and salopard can be used for both genders technically, but salope is feminizing and really just means slut while salopard kinda is used in the same way as asshole, especially if it's to insult a coward or someone who betrayed you.

Saloperie = shitty little thing, basically. When a weird bug just landed on my leg I get up in a panic and go what the fuck is this saloperie.

Connard, Conasse = former is masc, latter is fem. Just a general insult. I call my father a connard a lot. Can be used affectionately between close friends if they're that kind of friends.

Bâtard = bastard. Technically masculine (the feminine would be bâtarde) but no one cares, just say bâtard. It's genuinely the same word as in English, one of the words where the ^ is tranformed into a s (hôpital->hospital, hôtel->hostel...)

Enculé = generally masculine, literally sodomized. Not used literally, generally just another way to call someone a dick, but enculer is still a verb, that's used either as getting fucked over or as sodomized.

Trou du cul = hole of the ass~ asshole. We're fancy like that. shortened can be trouduc'. Really not one of the fancy one.

Beurrette = technically not a swear, but it's another derogatory term for sex worker, more specifically used as a way to imply someone's a prostitute. In a bad way obviously. I learnt this word from a weird tomboy I had a crush on in elementary.

Nique ta mère = fuck your mom. Not used literally, godbless, it's mostly to say go fuck yourself. And by the way,

Va te faire foutre = get fucked. the safe for work version is va te faire mettre, which means get done? get put, something like that.

Va te faire enculer = get sodomized specifically. I like this one.

Je m'en bas les couilles = I don't care, I don't give a fuck, literally I'm beating my balls about it. Very extra.

Je m'en branle = same as last one, except branler is a familiar word for to masturbate, so... I'm masturbating about it. Literally. Expression not actually used in a sexual context.

Bite = dick. (pronounced like the word beat) Not used as an insult, but :

Tête de bite = dickhead, actually used as an insult. A bit silly.

French people are susceptible to just put together random insults together to create an interjection if we stubbed our toe very hard.

Merde can be used to insult someone by saying petite merde (little shit, same connotation) grosse merde (fat shit, someone who's REALLY a dick) sale merde (dirty shit, bit more aggressive than the others) in general adding sale (imagine the A in black) in front of an insult can make it worse.

also, démission = resignation. Go yell macron démission with the others if you're in Paris right now it's fun I swear /j. macron explosion is fun too.

I hope you enjoyed whatever this is, if you ever have questions about French do ask I love answering questions about my stupid language.

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[sayitaliano]

Hi!!

I went to Florence this summer and came across a gorgeous graphic novel I just had to buy! It doesn't axist in any of the languages I speak so I'm translating it to English right now because even though I'm fluent in Spanish and I can kind of understand some bits, I barely speak Italian. I'm having trouble translating a few things... I was wondering if you could help?

The first is "Osteria, che spavento!" which is said after a character gets scared by a monster. I understand he's saying something like "what a scare!" but I don't understand what "osteria" means in this context? I thought it was a type of restaurant... Is it slang for something?

Then there's this monologue:

"… e grazie ad Arianna e a Hermes è finalmente arrivato il pittore…con lui ci siamo tutti, c'è persino il fratino rompicoglioni. è vero che manca il vescovo di roma, ma a tutto c'è un limite. C'è suo nipote, a ogni buon conto, e in ottima compagnia a quanto pare."

So far what I understand is "Thanks to Arianna and Hermes the painter has finally arrived." I kind of understand what the rest means but I've been especially struggling with '"con lui ci siamo tutti, c'è persino il fratino rompicoglioni". The translations I look up don't really make sense to me - some say "rompicoglioni" means "pain in the ass" but others say "stepbrother" so I'm unsure.

Thanks in advance for your help and I hope you don't mind if I bother you with any more translations in the future 😅 If you need help translating something from Spanish to English or vice versa I'd be happy to help!

Ciao!! Sure no problem, send in whatever you may need about your translation! I'm revising Spanish so I will keep in mind about your offer (thanks!) :)

From the bits you wrote, it seems a very funny novel. Anyway, let's move onto your translations.

Osteria -> you're right, in general it's a type of restaurant that you can find across Italy in which you generally can eat local and traditional dishes. In this case though, it is used as an exclamation of surprise (and it's not vulgar, which is why we may often use it... I think mostly in the center-north of Italy but honestly I think it is known all around the country). So you can translate it as heck, geez, hell... something of this kind. It is really good to say it as an exclamation cause it's a type of word that makes your mouth full (as a real osteria should btw) and it's pretty of help in letting out stress. It reminds me of another exclamation "Ostia/Ustia" which I think may be used also in Spain? If so, same mood. Oh and yes "Che spavento = what a scare", you're right.

Rompicoglioni -> I love how you found stepbrother as a translation! I bet someone really likes theirs to spread such an info... Anyway, the real meaning of this word is never kind (but can be used "jokingly", in specific occasions and with people you know very well); "pain in the ass" is the most common translation I found. A "rompicoglioni" is someone who is really really REALLY annoying either cause they talk too much or anything else. Literally translates as "breaking balls", so you have an idea. I bet this "little/thin monk" must be really loved by the speaker in the novel haha.

You said you kinda get the rest of the monologue so I'm not going to add anything else for now, but let me know about any other doubt you may have.

Have a great day/night!

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[sugarlywhispers]

♡ about me ♡

so, here i go again...

hi, there, cuties!

it's ya girl, Laysa♡ (or Ally, however you feel like calling me).

i'm not good at self-introductory bios, so I'll make it quick. i stopped writing for like a couple of years and deleted almost everything i wrote—but here we are again, and now you probably will only find fics for anime series like MHA, JJK, HAIKYUU—and some BTS.

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[dbfandom]

Uh, seems I should give a crash course of Japanese needed to understand Dragon Ball 101... and some things you see in the fandom lol

Just out there: I'm a linguist / grammar nerd, my knowledge of Japanese as a whole is very limited. I just use the following tips to understand most of what's happening and how I deconstruct things, as well as why/how certain things are written!

So here, please check it out if you're interested in how I decipher most of it!

Today.. writing systems !

Japanese uses three writing systems (well, 4):

Hiragana: syllables; mostly used for prepositions and words. They're round and have few strokes.

Katakana: syllables; mostly used for foreign-loan words, emphasis, sounds, and machine-caused onomatopoeia. They're square and have few strokes too.

Kanji: ideograms; Kanji are (usually) words/concepts on their own and there's thousands of them. They come from Chinese. On their own, or coupled with each other, Kanji carry their own meaning. They're also combinatory (aka one kanji can contain many kanji within; check how tree 木, woods 林 and forest 森 are written for example; yup, it's just more trees squished together lol)

Romanji: latin alphabet letters (if I write "watashi", this is romanji). The transcription of japanese to the latin alphabet actually follows some rules, put a pin on it I'll explain that later.

Hiragana and Katakana are the same syllables, if it helps you out, think of them as lower and upper case letters (they don't have the same uses tho). Together, they're called kana.

In green: しかし (shi-ka-shi), means "however"); this is written in hiragana

In red: マシン (ma-shi-n ; machine) and ドクターゲロ (dokutoru—gero ; doctor gero)

in blue: 人造人間 has the kanji for man/person twice. It literally translates to "man-made human being" (and in English we've translated this to Artificial Human or Android, while some other languages translated it to Cyborg).

You can see that next to the blue square with 人造人間, there's tiny hiragana (じんぞうにんげん; ji-n-zo-u-ni-n-ge-n); those are called furigana and are present to tell the reader how the kanji is read (and what it means haha). Most shonen manga have them because they're aimed at kids who don't know all of the kanji yet! Furigana are also important because kanji can be read in two different ways (the kanji for mountain is either read as yama or san for instance; it's got to do with the Chinese pronunciation or the word as well as whether the kanji is on its own or combined with another).

Same here: everything is in hiragana except for Gohan's name (with the little furigana to tell you to read it as go-ha-n) and Gohan's age of 4 (they use the romanji /latin for numbers instead of the proper kanji).

If you remember Death Note, there's a moment in which Misa reads Light's full name above his head, but she reads his first name's kanji (月) as "tsuki" and then she's told it's actually read "light" (ライト; ra-i-to; aka the katakana transcription for the English word light)

Now, remember that pin about romanji? And if you remember some old (oooold) fanfics where Vegeta's name is written Bejïta? Well, this comes from that. Japanese syllables don't allow to transcribe everything, and phonology makes it so that Japanese speakers tend to pronounce loan words according to their syllables.

Dragon Ball's katakana name is ドラゴンボール (do-ra-n-go- bo—ru, or Doragon Bōru in the proper transcription system (the — means "longer vowel" which transcribes to an ō). This is why you sometimes see Goku's name written Gokū or, in old books, Gokuh or Gokou, and his furigana is go-ku-u). And there's a lot of loan-words used as names in Dragon Ball. Vegeta's name are the katakana for BE JI (+ longer vowel) TA.

Of course, when you know "all Saiyans are named after Vegetables", you can easily transcribe "back" to the origin-word that it was supposed to represent (you don't go around and write doragon boru, you write dragon ball, after all). Some are easier than others, and Toriyama (with his dad!boomer energy who loves bad puns) also switched some syllables around... Hell, even Saiya-jin (saiyans) (with jin as the kanji for people/population) is actually rearranged syllables for Yasai (vegetables). With that knowledge, Raditz could be transcribed as Radis or Radish (depending on your language) and Kakarot could be carot (or cacarot).. To go back to the original reference instead of playing translating back and forth forever lol.

Same for Bulma. Her katakana name is bu-ru-ma which is the transcription for "bloomers" (aka those gym shorts). This is why in old doujins, you'll see her name be written as Bluma or Bloomer or any other option around that. Bulma's name is written with latin letters very early on though, so there's consensus about her name, but there are others...

So let's talk about ブラ(bu-ra), the second kid of Vegeta and Bulma.

Until DBS came around, it was generally accepted that her name is Bra (like Trunks' name is Trunks and not Torankusu or Tolanks.. even if some people will write torankusu and I find that hilarious), because everyone in Bulma's family is named after undergarments (Bloomers, Panties (Panchy), Brief (Dr Briefs in English, professor Brief elsewhere), Trunks... and Bra for brassiere or plain old bra).

But in DBS, the anime gave her the Bulma treatment and showed her name in latin letters (Bulla).

Now.. why does it look so weird sometimes?

Because Katakana (and Hiragana) are syllable systems, and as such, no consonant (except for N) exists on its own. All consonants must have a vowel attached to them! And when a foreign word is transcribed to katakana, this is how they (generally) do it:

Base on the pronunciation, not on the actual spelling of the word.

If there's a consonant sound alone, add u (except T and D, those get an o)

If the sound doesn't exist as-is in the syllables available, pick the next best thing (fa will be fu + tiny a to let people know how to read it FA and not FUA). The L and R sounds are grouped together into the transcription with R, but they're more or less pronounced the same (in the middle). If you need a harder R, refer to the next point.

Use "longer vowel before this symbol" (ー) and "harder consonant after this symbol" (ッtiny version) symbols as needed to emphasize stress syllables or. (ベジータ (bejita) カカロット (kakarotto)

Profit.

This is why sometimes you'll see "Furiza" and you'll be "wait what" and then pronounce it and say "ooo.. Freezer". Why does English write it as Frieza? idk. French does Freeza and Spanish Freezer (the name is not the exact transcription for Freezer, since they removed a —; it's フリーザ instead of フリーザー)

Here's a fun example:

ファイナルフラッシュ

Fu-(tiny a)-i-na-ru- fur-a- (harder consonant)shu;

Fainaru Furasshu.

You know those "U" are usually there because of how the syllables work. Let's remove them.

Fainar Frassh.

You also know those R letters aren't hard strong R, so pronounce them a little softer, without rolling them. Pronounce this out loud now.

Did the piano start playing???

As my scanner now works, I'll show you how older fandom people used to transcribe the katakana names in latin letters before there was an official "decision" about such things!

Please feel free to share, correct, expand, etc!

And you can always buy me a doujin to support my work haha

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[nicktremblaywayfu]

Fighter (Arthur Harrow x F!Reader)

- !!!! MINORS DNI !!! -

Pairing : Arthur Harrow x F!Reader

Words count : 11.648

Characters : Arthur Harrow, Reader, a brief moment with Layla, Marc, Jake, Ammit, and Khonshu

Tags : Slow burn, Smut, Self-insert reader, character x reader, Enemy to Lover

Warning : Plot with porn, unprotected sex (P in V), curse and swear words, Bite kink, Scratch kink, mention of abuse and neglect, blood, come part with violence, the reader dominated him at some point, Suicidal thoughts, attempt to do indirect suicide, possibly a death of one character (Tho i'll leave this character's fate up to your interpretation), Arthur is literally a warning lmao

Author Note : - The reader is an informant of a rich collector and lived in Indonesia at the moment.

-This was my first time writing full english fan-fiction so forgive any mistake and i hope you enjoy it as i had a blast writing it ;)

-I got the idea from here

Available on Ao3 soon

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Call me fighter

I'll mop the floor with you

Call me lover

I'll take you for a drink or two

You'll get older

And maybe then you'll feel some control

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Your afternoon was already exhausting, and now your phone begs to be answered. Your target was a peculiar man, and he's no easy meal for this work. With his basic red clothing, he appeared humble. A worn pair of footwear, producing strange rattling noises between his stride. You are convinced he probably put glass shards inside his shoes.

You  just stared at the phone, resting on your bed with your cotton pals. It's not that you didn't complete your mission. Your boss's curiosity about the man's goal has been satiated. And whoever was on the other end of the ringing phone probably was not pleased. God only knows how he got your phone number and who you were. The thought in your mind led you to pick up the phone and see what the old man wanted.

"I was about to worry that you wouldn't pick up my call," the speaker says in a rough yet whispery voice.

"There's no need to be concerned, priest. My boss was simply intrigued. Whether you've completed your religious duty, he merely wants to know if there are any leftovers he can take." Your lips emit an unfriendly sound.

"I'm not a priest. I was just a simple man assigned by a goddess with cleaning up the world. to release your from your unjust punishment"

"Hmm hmm, and that's clearly not our objective. Then get her out immediately. I couldn't care less. I did not cause you or your goddess any harm. So just leave me alone. I don't want to hear your voice any longer."

A slightly agitated tone, hoping it would pierce through his heart. The third party between them was silence. Until another deep husky voice is heard.

"There's no reason to solicit your rage. I'm just curious what you'd do with the fact that you're carrying right now-"

"Didn't I tell you already?! The leftovers. Whatever it may be. The artifacts. The gold and silver. The actual photo of the goddess." You became agitated.

"Or perhaps," You said softly.

"You ? Whatever I can obtain from you, it shall be"

"I'm curious what you can take from me. I don't waste my money on frivolous items. You'd never find riches in my pocket "He chuckles lightly, unconcerned at the threat.

"Your heart. That'll do."

"My, I suppose I need that to cross to the reed field," a stillness returns.

"That is, assuming she would approve my penance," he sighs. There was something he was concerned about.

"The only thing you'd have to worry about is me putting your red blood pumping organs on display in my cabinet. But if you insist on pestering me, I'd prefer to implement my plan as soon as possible."

The conversation ended with a phone click. If he wants to continue to bother me with a lot of chats, that's his choice. You eventually rested your head on the pillow, dreamless.

---

It was just another Saturday in your normal week. In a coffee shop near your house, it was just you and your peace. The seats were half full and fortunately, everyone appeared to be minding their own business.

Until a man with a cane entered through the glass door and said he was looking for someone. As a result, the barista pointed to a corner seat with a painting and a yellow light above it. You slumped back in his seat. You exhaled forcefully. A couple glanced at you briefly before continuing their talk without more consideration. The man grinned at the short woman and approached you with his iconic cane.

"I hope this seat isn't taken," he said as he stood a short distance away, waiting for your permission to sit.

You  gave him a harsh look before placing your backpack next to your feet.

"The seat was occupied by the voice of my intrusive thoughts that want to end you at this location, but proceed."

"I'm delighted I can see you again without having to go looking for you. This city is lovely, although things can get a little overwhelming, especially when it comes to finding someone..."

You  raised your brow.

"...as little as you"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. This isn't the first time someone has commented on your height. You're accustomed to it. However, his statements could be interpreted metaphorically.

"I am, indeed, shorter than you. Thank you for your observation. That was almost forgotten." Under your inaudible whisper, you cursed, one side of your upper lips raised. Fucker.

"I never said that was a disadvantage. You can conceal your body in the smallest spot where no one can see it. You could even hide beneath this table and I wouldn't notice."

"I'm not going to hide from you. Give me more threat, and I'll mop this floor with your face " You tilted your head, leaned in toward him, your brow wrinkled and your gaze as piercing as a dagger.

"But you did say you'd pluck my heart from its hiding place inside my rib cage. I guess we're even now " He also leaned in.

You could see each other's eyes since the distance between them was so close. You could see his alluring, stunning blue eyes. Anyone who didn't know would think you were dating and having romantic feelings for each other.

"But we're not here to discuss what we're going to do in the future."

"Correct. We've come to enjoy whatever we've been served. Look, this week has already been exhausting for me, and you come to spoil my day as if you rule the entire world. Don't you have more important things to accomplish than piss me off?" Your parted lips produce  rapid paragraphs with an agitated tone. Because his presence overwhelmed you with every form of hatred you possessed.

You  shifted your gaze to your phone, ignoring the old man, who was now looking at you with remorse. You didn't care whether it was just another ruse or whether he was genuine.

"Then I really apologize for bothering you in your afternoon. Let me, at the absolute least, accompany you in your loneliness "He nodded and stood up to order a plain black coffee. Looking at you, he lifted his cane on the seat. He seemed to be instructing you to keep an eye on it.

Loneliness.

You only gave the old man a passing glance before returning to his cane laying on the seat. Tempting. I'm curious how much this would sell for on the market. Perhaps my big boss would want to keep it to himself so he could gaze at it with his eyes every day? your thoughts were interrupted when he returned with a small cup of coffee in his hand. He placed it very next to your drink, touching each other. You ignored him and returned to your phone.

"Do not be concerned; there is no need to speak again. We'll take advantage of the silence to unwind "He drank a sip of coffee.

It was still really hot. His expression tells you. His tongue should be burned. While coated with fake sneezing, you almost laughed. You've earned it.

The silence lasts an hour.  you were engaged in a conversation over your phone, whilst Arthur was observing the incoming and outgoing guests as if he could read their minds. Your beverage is no longer touching, and it is already empty.

"I'm going home. Unless you want to stay, I believe you should move off of your seat as well "Her voice is softer than it was before. Your wrath appears to leave the area before you.

"Do you think you'd be willing to give me a ride? Maybe you could show me a little bit about this place." The elderly man arched his brows. A small smile begged you to say yes.

"I don't take strangers for rides."

"Oh, where has my manners gone? We didn't even know what each other's names were-"

"Yet you possess my phone number. Surprising, isn't it?"

"Regarding that, someone happened to know your phone number and generously handed it to me. Don't worry, I'll erase your phone number after everything is accomplished."

"I can't wait to be at peace once more."

Her rage appeared to be returning to the location, as it has left something behind.

"Harrow, Arthur. But please address me as Arthur." He extended his hand for a warm handshake.

You told his name as well and sluggishly grasped his hand in yours.

The handshake was solid and gripped tightly. The difference in their sizes is noticeable. After you left, his fingers brushed over the back of your palm.

"Perhaps you've changed your mind now that we're no longer strangers?" He cocked his head. Like a puppy begging a treat.

It's difficult to know whether he was being deceptive or genuine. You can tell what a manipulator would say, but what about gestures? Not by much.

"Fine. Tell me where you're staying, and I'll get you there as soon as possible."

"I don't have a house here, but one of my fol-" he pauses for a moment.

"I mean, a friend has graciously allowed me to stay in their spare house. Some wealthy individuals retain their heart and kindness. I'm glad."

"Where exactly is it?"

Arthur pulled out a piece of paper with an address printed on it.

"Could you perhaps help me in reading it? Just wanted to make sure of the address."

You  took the paper and carefully read it. For a brief moment, your heart rate decreased. It was the same housing complex as yours, and it was directly next to you. You had heard that there would be a visitor. You had never given it much thought until now. This time, the guest is none other than Arthur Harrow. You fixed your gaze on him.

"Do you know anyone else that lives here?"

"Are you referring to the neighborhood? I haven't met them all. I just got here this morning."

You  soon devised a strategy to conceal the fact that you lived right next to his stay. Your friends may be kind enough to let you remain in their apartment for a while, but for how long? Guess I'm just going to keep a knife beside my bed.

You  motioned for him to follow you. When you came on your motorcycle, you took a spare helmet from inside the seat.

"Wear it. I don't want to have to explain to a cop why I'm not giving a foreigner a helmet."

He nodded and put the helmet on his head. He struggled to clip it on, indicating that he rarely uses such items. You sighed, then helped him to clip his helmet on. Your eyes met his gaze again and stopped for a second before you gestured to him to get on the seat.

The motorcycle is now filled with two people of vastly different sizes. For balance, he softly grabbed your shoulder. Your heart was struck by unusual feelings as a result of the touch. What the fuck. Remember that you were giving a lift to a dangerous individual.

"You could...grab my waist instead.  Way easier. If you fell, things would get worse, which no one wants."

 Your thoughts were mocking you. Dumbfuck. Your mind and feelings are now separate entities within you. Whoever takes control of your mouth wins the battle.

Arthur lowered his hands to your waist slowly. His arms were now coiled over your small torso, and his palms were clasped together. You could feel the old man's breath on your neck. It was warm, and you could feel him breathing purposefully on your neck. You drove to your house complex when everything was settled. You couldn't disguise the fact that you lived there, but you can hide it for a night. The ride was swift and quiet. In any case, you can't hear one other over the din of the metropolis.

You spoke very little. You never told him you lived there. He simply thanked you, which was reassuring until he requested you to remove your helmet. He then whispered very near to your ear, as if you could feel the movement of his lips.

"I expect you to arrive tomorrow night at my other place near the mountain's hills."

Your eyes widened as you gazed at him.

"I'll give you the address later tonight. Once you've settled into your bed at home,"

You  swore to God you felt his lips brush against the side of your cheek.

"We'll see about that."

You  drove away before he could say anything. To wherever your mind directed you. From a greater distance, he glanced at you.

—

The sun hid behind the clouds and built as if it were a shy girl, with blue and pinkish hues embellishing the sky. It seemed almost as if the earth's surface was wrapped with cotton candy as the sky. The air is clean, free of the smoke of passing cars or the clamor of people complaining about being late for work.

You had arrived at midnight before. Because the city never sleeps, it's easy to find a crowded yet safe spot to stay out for a while. Fortunately, your college pals enjoy free snacks and meals, so it was simple to inquire if anyone would like to accompany you. Nothing extravagant, but your favorite meal from the cafe suffices. And you chose the busiest road to your house for your own safety.

You  walked through the stairs with a bag of cat kibble in your hand. A stray cat had been sleeping on your terrace for months. He was wary of their first meeting until you offered him some food. He would now lie on your lap and show you his stomach. 

There was no black and white fur ball on your porch, however. The bowl remains empty. Until you heard a raspy meow next door. It was your very own stray cat, which you treated as if it were a pet. The cat ate from a plastic bowl, not from you.

You  cast a peek towards Arthur, the man who had brought him a meal. He was taken aback by your appearance. Then he smiled at you, making the morning feel warmer.

"I had no idea you lived next door. What a funny coincidence."

"Obviously, I've been in this house for more than you know."

You  had a plain expression on your face. The idea that  you had to live next to a man who could endanger you at any time is something you never expected to happen in your life. You witnessed and will never forget the time when he killed numerous people with the touch of his palms. Whatever it was, he dubbed it "Judgement." However, he hadn't got the opportunity to pass judgment on you. But he might, sooner or later. He has the ability to be unpredictable if he so desires.

He returned to the cat's gaze, who had now rolled up his body to reveal his belly. A feline's trust.

"I'm sorry if it appears like I took your valuable breakfast time with him. But I couldn't bear the thought of him standing in front of your house, hungry and cold. I spotted his bowl on your porch, so I'm guessing you feed him frequently "He explained that he owed your an explanation.

"At the very least, he's stuffed. It doesn't matter who feeds him as long as it isn't poison."

You  filled up the bowl for the cat's lunch. You then gave him another glance.

"I appreciate you feeding him."

He simply nodded and smiled in response.

The warm and friendly chat should not take away from his genuine nature, or from his offer for tonight. He wanted you to come to a location far from your house. The path is not particularly large, and it is easy to become disoriented. You should have been concerned and declined his invitation, but you couldn't. You can't in any case. He could just knock on your door if you decided to stay and never go.

Why was he so anxious to me knowing about his grand, world-destroying plan? Why didn't he intervene with my boss, who is the true source of this idea? As if I'm going to get in the way of the plan anyway.

You  had spent the afternoon laying on your bed, so the afternoon flew by. You were lazily spending time with your phone and food.

The dusk peered through the window, as if to say, It's time to meet him. You wished to do it as soon as possible. The faster, the better. You required an hour to get to the hill, but because you went there so frequently, one hour felt like ten minutes. You didn't mind at all.

You  returned your gaze to the mirror. In the morning, you had your hair done. It was a costly one, but you were pleased with the outcome.

He's going to love it.

With such an unexpected idea, you smacked your cheek. What the bloody hell are you talking about ? 

Arthur would certainly mock you even more, but you don't mind. Even if you died tonight, you would have looked amazing in your preferred look.

You  chose a fancy, if not overly formal, setting for a fatal meeting. Dark as the night sky is the colour of the outfit you picked.

Her mirror now portrayed a woman dressed formally. You combed your hair, should today be the day of your death, you wished to look dashing at the very least.

---

The mountain's hill is as frigid as usual. Your suit is concealed beneath a gray jacket. You rode your motorcycle to a less populated, upper part of the hill of the mountain. The road was becoming less crowded, and you were now completely alone in this way. The moon is as gloomy as it was during its sleeping phase, and heavy clouds cover the night sky.

You were finally here. The place is empty. There was simply a table and two seats, with an old man staring out from the top of the hill. If you were dating, this would be an ideal location for a romantic supper with a view. It's safe to become a little freaky even, although the ghosts will not approve.

The man didn't appear to notice, or was waiting for you to draw his attention to him. You cleared your throat as a signal to him that you had arrived.

"Isn't it stunning? The view is ideal for this charming city."

You  didn't mind what he said. You took a seat and fixed your focus on him. Wrath is creeping up on you again. He finally turned his gaze to you. On the table was a little bulb with enough light to view each other's faces.

"I see you've planned thoroughly for our delightful meeting."

"Can you please get to the point?"

"Allow me to compliment your hairstyle first. It appeals to me. It's perfect for you."

You  laughed a bit, with one side mouth pulled up.

"Really ? you still spare a moment to put a compliment before you execute god-knows-what of your plan to me?"

"My dear, your look is beautiful as always, as tonight I noticed you put in a little more effort on it. If we are in an affair, I'd love to gaze at you everyday every time."

You wrinkled your brow and pouted your lips. That felt almost genuine. But it isn't. Focus ! He wasn't given the moniker "master manipulator" for nothing.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I do not believe we are on a date. Be quick, because I don't have all day."

He laughed at you with velvety, deep chuckles. His other true nature was now revealing itself.

"I knew you weren't there because you sincerely wanted to serve your highness from the beginning. The way you dress, walk, and look " He leaned in closer to you.

"The way you are looking at me". The dull yellow light on the table illuminated his face.

"And I believe you didn't notice any harm I did, didn't you?"

"True. You didn't wish any harm, and neither did I. But the way I stared at you, the way I could practically hear Ammit yourself tell me to look deeper into you."

You’re gaze remained focused on him.

"You had something unique about you. Therefore, I'd love to learn more about you rather than... "He reclined in his seat.

"Your boss."

He seemed to be having a monologue rather than a two-way conversation. You swore to God, his conversation was almost like a bedtime story.

"Is that all? Is that why you followed me? That's creepy as fuck, you creepy old fucker." After you finished your cursing, your tongue clicked.

"What comes next? Don't tell me you brought others here."

"I didn't do that. It was just you and me. My lodging is close by. It is so close that I simply need a few minutes to walk there."

You weren't sure if that was information or another factor prompting you to get up and leave right now. You took in the scenery. There was a vast gap down below, almost like a cliff. You could push him, and his body would most likely not be discovered for weeks. That would be your backup plan.

"Can I consider this finished now that I know why you're obsessed with me? I did inform you what I desired, for which I would most likely have to wait months with patience."

" Let me make you an offer before you head down to the city."

He gripped your wrist tightly but not painfully. His eyes pierced your soul, which was more furious than before.

"You should pay a visit to my people. Ammit's devoted followers. The seeker of ultimate justice from the Goddess of Judgment."

"Thank you so much but I'm good as hell old man-"

"We could give you whatever you want," he said softly as he drew your close.

"We've got food. We have a place to call home. We have somewhere to stay." He drew you in closer. Now, at such close proximity, their faces almost meet.

"I could give anything you require. I am available to accompany you at any moment. I can... "He came to a brief pause. He noticed you being concerned about your safety. His free hand caressed your cheek and drew you in closer than before.

"I can even shower you with affection. I can take away your loneliness."

You's upper lip was elevated on one side.

" We can even share the same surname " He shifted his gaze to the side. Eyebrows raised, as if to conceal his nasty manipulating character. Your brow furrowed, and your lifted lip revealed your teeth big with your fangs slightly bigger.

You instantly shook your head, your mouth curled to the side and your brows furrowed. You looked down for a little minute before returning your sight to him. Finally, your lips parted.

"What if I refuse? I hope I have a choice here."

"In that case," he said, letting go of your hand and cheek and leaning back in his seat, sighing. Then he grasped for his goddess's staff.

"I think we should find another route," he said, raising his cane and pointing at your with the staff.

You  moved the table to the side and smacked him before he could blink. The  act was as quick as the wind roaring to make the night extra chilly. You pushed him out of his chair and pinned both of his arms to the ground. His wrist was clenched, and your claws drove into his skin. The cane had slipped from his hold, but it was not far away.

"Listen. Carefully. An old foreigner who arrived only yesterday. Listen. As I have no wish to repeat it." It's now your turn to deliver your monologue on stage. Your breath has changed into monstrous growls from your neck, your lips revealing a pair of fangs larger than the rest of your teeth.

"I do not. I'll say it again: I don't welcome such threats. I don't want my decision to be forced upon me again.  It would never happen again in my fucking life, especially on my fucking face like that " You gave him a dark chuckle.

"Oh god. I believed I was about to be free, but then you came along. You. Do you truly believe you have the power to take away my free will, Arthur Harrow? Do you honestly believe you have the authority to take what's  mine away? Do you consider yourself a priest or a clown?"

Her head slanted to the side, lower and lower. It was as if you had been possessed by a wrathful demon. Your breath was heavy and sluggish, accompanied by growls. You widened your eyes and refused to blink because you will not allow him to escape your gaze.

For once, Arthur was silent. He was taken aback by your unexpected strength, but he didn't let his guard down. After all, he was bigger and stronger than you were.

"That's impressive, dear. I must admit that your words and strength astound me." For a little moment, he smiled.

Arthur gave you a strong headbutt on the forehead just as you thought you had control of the situation. When you flinched, you unintentionally let go of his hand. You were hurt by the hit, and you were dizzy right now. Arthur stood up and took up his staff. With you crouching down and his hand on your head, he appears much taller. One of your hands reached into your suit pocket for something.

You  hit him with a red box cutter you had hidden in your outfit right before he slammed his cane against you. The strike was foolish, but it bought you some time before he did some magic with his cane. The combat was intense, yet you were reckless throughout. You had never properly trained for a fight and are now facing a fit man with dozens of years of fight experience. You attempted to stab him while he was defending himself. A kick hit on your abdomen, causing discomfort but not knocking you down. You were just too enraged to be shoved down.

You  sprang at him, your blade aimed to hit his face. He struck back against your attack, leaving a long, slashed line from your cheek to your chin. It's a good thing it didn't get to your eyes. Your wide lips let forth a groan. It hurt. It wasn't quite as painful because it wasn't a deep cut, but it still ached. Your wound was dripping with blood. You came to a brief halt, prompting Arthur to take a breather. A sense of worry and remorse knocked on his mind's door. His lips parted, but he said nothing.

You swiftly stood upright and landed a sharp scratch mark on his neck as he was about to reach you. Your nail was sharpened yesterday afternoon, resulting in a bleeding wound. It wasn't lethal, but it hurt nonetheless. The unexpected movement caught him off guard, so you took advantage of the opportunity to flee as quickly as possible, starting your motorcycle. You drove immediately to a hospital without saying anything. The wound was not life-threatening, but you will not risk infection.

He just stood there with one hand on his neck wound. Fingers are now smeared with blood. He looked at you from afar, thinking about something. Nobody enjoys threats. But what about the way you reacted and fought? What about the way you utilize your claw-like nails and show your teeth? Something about your past and your persistent condition touched him. Something to do with your survival instinct.

---

The scar on your body has healed, but not the one he left in your heart and mind. The fight was two weeks ago. Physical harm was something you could tolerate, but the way he threatened you so suddenly was something you couldn't simply forgive. Hatred joined forces with your thoughts, telling you, I told you so.

You  examined yourself in the mirror. The scar did not bother you in the least. The cut gave you the impression that you were in the midst of a fierce, heroic conflict. In actuality, it was a stressful fight with a significant skill gap. Not to add that his body was far larger and taller than yours.

Luckily, he was still on the hills. Until he decided to mess with you again, his stay beside yours remained empty. Today, however, is not the day. The clock indicated that it was time to go get your lunch. Your favorite street snack would be delicious. So you got on your motorcycle and rode away from your residence in the afternoon.

The road was not as busy. You chose to visit the local park. There were fewer people than predicted. You traveled south, hoping to find your favorite snack. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep you going till dusk. The day was pleasant for you, with a drink in your left hand and food in your right.

You  noticed the man you disliked just as you completed your lunch. He wasn't looking at you right now because he was talking to a snack merchant. Whatever it was, this is most likely gathering information. Even your current location. You walked quickly to your motorcycle, and just as you were ready to start it, he caught sight of you. He hadn't expected to see you after all these weeks. You continued driving as fast as you could, not looking back at the man who had called your name. I swear to God, the audacity he possessed.

Her driving was quick but not dangerous. You would not risk a mishap. You didn't intend to return home straight away because you knew he'd be waiting for you. Worse, he was most likely waiting inside your house. Instead, you went to the hill. He couldn't possibly be there, given the distance between the park and the hill. You had long wondered about a hidden location you discovered on a map, so you decided to visit it. The location was near the top half of a hillside lagoon. The lagoon was stunning, with its brilliant blue color. 

He had the similiar blue type on his eyes.

 Such a notion almost caused you to trip, as you seemed to zone out a little. A loud beep from a car screaming at you to move out of the driver's path.

You  had finally come. Because the location was only marked on the map, you had to walk a short distance from the lagoon. You felt relieved that the majority of people were unaware of the place. There's only your and possibly some shy animal hiding from you. The sight was spectacular. The lagoon could be seen down below on the left. The silhouette of the mountain could be seen on the right. You set down your backpack, removed your jacket, and lay down. In this autumn season, the sun was shining but not quite hot. The silence was your sole companion until you heard the sound of crushed branches. You immediately stood up, your gaze fixed on the source of the noise. It was a small girl in a pink outfit who was staring at you as you were caught doing something. You were relieved because there was no way a child could cause major harm. Neither does the child appear to be mischievous.

The child remained mute before you asked her parents whereabouts, fleeing from you. You were bewildered, but you returned to your first posture. You breathed to calm your body and closed your eyes to quiet your mind.

Her personal peace and quiet time lasts barely 30 minutes. Your eyes widened, your brows pinched, and your mouth scowled when you heard a familiar, glass-crunching step not far away. A familiar sound of a cane tapping followed. The source of the noise was now visible in your field of vision, with him kneeling and staring down at you as you lay on the grass. His lips parted as he prepared to say something, but you jumped up and headbutted him at the same time. The man flinched and groaned somewhat, then dropped, and their positions switched. You pulled out your pocket knife and leveled it at him. He gazed up at you, a blade pointing at him an inch away. The sun shone on your face, revealing a prominent scar on your cheek, which sparked their discourse.

"I would like to apologize for what I did that night. It was foolish of me to frighten you." To escape the blade pointed at his center of forehead, he tilted his head.

"I don't care if you apologize a thousand times. It will not revoke your deed to me." Your arms remained straightened to him, now following the movement of his head.

"I have a dermatologist acquaintance.  I'll ask him to write you a prescription for your wound. Just for you, since I am sorry that I have caused you harm."

"The scar wasn't the main issue. If you try again, I might spare your life."

Her dagger-sharp eyes remained set on him, and your fatigued arm begged your to lower the aim, but you ignored it. He exhaled and closed his eyes for a bit to consider what to say. He might just utter whatever his mind had prepared, but today is an exception. You felt both satisfied and apprehensive when he saw Arthur sitting like that, knees extended forward and arms supporting his torso. He may run up to you at any time and steal your knife. He reopened his eyes.

"The feelings that you are in continual survival instinct as your life has been fashioned by abuse, your mind telling you that the only one who would stand for you are yourself because of the neglection you received.  Yes, it was my error that triggered your fight or flight response. Or, more precisely, your battle instinct." Your arms were freed as he lowered your aim.

Your  upper lips parted in surprise. I haven't even mentioned my entire shitty life. How in the universe did he know? Even he couldn't see your ranting and venting on social media.

"You're wondering if your continual survival instinct was the proper thing to do. But I can guarantee you that your action was only to protect yourself from harm. Defending oneself against harm is part of justice, and you deserve it." As your aim raised again to his chest, he carefully stood up with his cane.

"There's no need to harm me. You may safely tell your mind that we are not in a dangerous scenario." He lowered your aim once more, but your hand is now stubborn, refusing to be placed on your side of the body.

"There's no danger ? you touched my face the last time, and there was a scar on it. I do feel secure, yeah." You cynically grinned at him as you gently shook your head.

"Your fear of being injured is legitimate, but please believe me right now."

"If you wanted to kill me, Arthur, just do it.  There is no need for an additional monologue. Take my soul and offer it to your goddess. What you described was the only thing I'd lost. Torture." You stowed your blade.

The thought of desiring death clutched your consciousness once more. He was correct. Your entire existence has been filled with sorrow and suffering, forcing you to rely on a long-term survival instinct. Everything, your family, was a threat to you. Even you to yourself sometimes. It appears you were fated to live in constant anguish and fear. Even if you pretended that "it is what it is," You couldn't disguise it in your chuckles and grins. You were deeply traumatized on the inside. The sound of plates being stacked could even startle you.

"Do you want to die?" Arthur turned his attention to his cane.

"Or are you looking for justice?" With the cane in between, he slowly cupped your palm on his.

"Whatever your goddess decides. I'm losing faith in obtaining help regardless."

He nodded, a sorry expression on his face. He understood what you had gone through. He knew everything about your past. That is his gift. His strength. It mostly provided him with a significant advantage in manipulating someone. To force them to do anything he desired. To disrupt their thoughts and plans. But what about in this case? Would it be right to trick someone who made him as he looked into a mirror of his past? What distinguishes him from his past master, Khonshu, who always preyed on people in their most vulnerable state, especially those with comparable past issues?

After he moved his cane to cast the judgment, he held your palms tightly but gently, his finger brushing your palm. He was confident that his goddess would choose the best for you. If death is the end, you can finally rest. He would inform everyone you knew that you were now in the eternal rest you craved. If it were  life, he'd make it his responsibility, even if it wasn't his business. He could just leave you after Ammit spares your life, but he refuses.

The scale needed a little more time to consider your fate. Too much happened in your past, too many situations to decide in your future. Arthur, as usual, was concerned about the outcome. Even if it was your wish, he couldn't bear the thought of holding a pale body of someone who was only trying to survive. You, on the other hand, appeared to be in control. Your thoughts had already faded out, leaving you with an empty, almost sad-looking visage. You could already taste the pleasures of a painless death. You can't wait to taste what it's like to die.

The scale has finally shifted. With the scale leaning to the left, the black color began to take on a red tinge. For a split second, his heart rate slowed. You smiled as you could finally taste the eternal calm for the first time. But that was only for a brief moment. The crimson gradually faded into green, and the scale was finally balanced. Both are taken aback by the outcome.

This was the first time he witnessed someone being able to correct their scale, whether you were aware of it or not. Whether it happened or was predestined to happen in the future. Whatever penance or redemption you performed, Goddess Ammit was impressed. It was a big relief for him. Your breath not only has become his responsibility and care, but it also gave him a ray of hope. A wish of possibility that his years of penance would eventually fix his imbalance. You gave him hope.

Before you could object, he drew you into a tight, squeezing hug. He was at a loss for words to describe how much happy he was. Thousands of times praising your highness would not be enough for him. At first, you were too astonished to return the hug. Your face was buried to his chest, your feet slightly elevated, and he buried his face to your shoulder. You noticed your shoulder was a touch damp. It was difficult to breathe as the oxygen blended with his aroma, your nose pressed between his ribs. The hug lasted longer than you had anticipated. It's something that a dangerous man touched me right now. He could have just drawn a knife and stabbed me.

Speaking of the knife, you recognized that your knife had fallen while you were still grasping his staff. You paused for a moment before wrapping your arms around him. He was remarkably soft for someone with his body type. As you tightened your arms around him, you could feel the warmth on his back. The sun now shone on a couple that could intimately relate to each other, embracing. You let go of your resentment. After all, how long has it been since she's gotten a hug? You gently patted his back as you heard him sob softly. It warmed your heart to hear a guy who would slay everyone the goddess judged unworthy sobbing on you. He attempted to keep it hidden, but his emotions overcame him.

He reluctantly let go of the embrace, wanting to stay in the warmth forever. His eyes were a little misty, and his lips formed a wide smile that revealed his crooked teeth. His face got lines and wrinkles that showed how old he was. He cupped your cheek once more and pressed towards you until you stopped him right there.

"Hey hey ! What are you doing? I was only allowing you to hug me."

You  refused his kissing attempt not because you disliked him. A rose was blooming inside your heart for him, but you needed more time to be sure he was the right man for you.

"Oh ! My mistake, I thought- I was just-..." He was nervous because he believed his feelings had been rejected. At least for the time being.

"Can we at least lay our forehead on each other ?   If you don't want to, that's alright." He pleaded because he needed it right away.

“Fine. But only the forehead." You allowed yours to clash with his. 

He closed his eyes and felt your breath and the warmth of your body and the sun. He took slow, deep breaths, appreciating the fleeting moment. Then he finally let you go, embracing you briefly again. He wants to kiss you on the cheek, but if you say no now, then it's not the right time.

You felt awful on the inside for refusing his kiss. You desired it. But you didn't want to take any chances.  you smiled softly as you put a strain of hair on his head to the back of his ear. Every form of hatred has been broken with nothing more than an embrace. He can always request one from his followers, and it would be their honor to oblige. But this one is unique. His lips parted, and he eventually said something about the judgment.

"I'm just glad that this time I saw that such imbalance scales may be corrected." His voice is considerably softer than it was during their initial meeting, when he constantly spoke in a gruff, whisper-like tone.

"I used to think it was impossible, but now I see it." He squished your face and cupped your cheek. You tried to speak with the two sides of your face nearly clamped together.

"Ammit was right when you advised me to investigate you further. You wanted to show it to me. Tell me how you did it. How do you redeem yourself?" His expression was filled with joy. He resembled a child who had been given cookies as a reward.

"I haven't a clue.  Perhaps you can ask in person once you are released from prison." You clutched your red cheek, which was now free of his grasp. Your face was uncomfortably red due to a combination of flushed cheeks and his squish.

 He chuckled, but not in a nasty, sarcastic way. It was a genuine reaction. His manipulative character had been buried, and his soft side was now driving his actions. He ruffled your hair, clearly pleased with himself. You are still perplexed, but decide to accept his compassion. You had no idea how to balance your scales. Hell, she'd never thought about this strange judging system in your life.

"Perhaps I was only trying to survive, therefore all my actions counted as self-defense.  As a result, it's not a crime for you."

"Have you ever caused someone pain?"

"Oh many."

"No, what I mean is when you physically and emotionally harm somebody so badly?"

You looked at him, puzzled.

"How could I?  I know what it's like to be hurt. I only hurt those who have injured me."

"I know you're a good person, just as I suspected." He pressed his body into your for another hug, the third of the day. Your thoughts had turned to how many hugs you would receive if you lived with this man.

He scoffed without saying anything. He then took in the breathtaking panorama of the peak. It represents how high his hope and happiness are right now. You took advantage of the opportunity to gaze into his pure, steely blue eyes. It was lovely now. You can now appreciate his beautiful eyes and pleasant features, unlike when you met at the coffee shop.

You  felt something take your free hand, which turned out to be Arthur's hand taking your in his. You had a flash of insight.

"I nearly forgot. Your staff."  you gave it to him, and its eyes are now sparkling with purple light. You don't mind because you don't understand such ancient Egyptian magic.

"Would you mind holding it for a moment?  I believe the goddess would like to see you more closely." Arthur became aware of the glow. There's no way it's glowing so brightly in your hand without reason.

You nodded, and you drew the crocodile's heads closer to you. The radiance appears to be brighter presently. It was fascinating to look at. There was stillness between them once again.

"It appears that we need to go home right now.  Are you going to stay on the hill or?"

"I suppose I'll stay next to your house."

"Okay, then."

They strolled side by side, hand in hand. You moved fast, but you took care not to trip the old man. They arrived on your motorcycle, ready to ride down to the city. For balance, the man embraced your waist tightly this time. You drove down the hill to your house. When you arrived, your feline was the lone one in your house, napping on the doormat. Arthur stepped out of his seat and requested you to remove your helmet. He's not threatening your this time, but he just wants to see your face and hear you clearly.

"I appreciate your faith in me. Thank you for revealing your truth to me."

"To be honest, I have no knowledge about that stuff, but you're welcome. And I believe we're all good now."

"You've forgiven me?"

"It appears so." You shrugged your shoulders, pouting your lips and raising your brows. There's no use in hating him now that you've shared your experience with him.

The man scoffed, and as soon as he turned his back on you, he returned his eyes to you.

"I nearly forgot."

He cradled your cheek in his palm and kissed your lips. It was a long, deep kiss. You were taken aback, but you had no desire to object. Your heart was the loudest of your organs swooning over this man. Finally, he let go of the kiss. He remained a dangerous man, but not to you anymore. Not for someone with whom he can share, not for someone with whom he can relate. He left your lips wide and your face as red as boiled lobster.

"Wait, what the fuck was that?"

"I didn't hear a single 'no’.'"

"Certainly, but someone could be watching right now!"

Arthur had a look around. There was no one there, but witnesses could be hidden somewhere.

"Let them look on in envy." He chuckled, brushed his lips across your cheek, and then went to his door. He returned his gaze to you before entering his dwelling.

Your brain is still absorbing whatever happened. It felt great. You smiled on yourself and giggled on your way inside

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Sunday afternoons had never felt so good, especially now that you were sitting next to your own sweetheart. Someone who previously scarred you and now loves you. The barrier of resentment that previously separated you from him has crumbled. Your scar on your cheek has vanished, leaving only a faint line. You had hoped the scar wouldn't go so quickly.

You  took another spoon of soft serve sundae into your mouth.  Arthur sipped his lemon tea next to you, hand curled over your shoulder. The chilly dessert was a perfect match for this beautiful afternoon although  He wasn't generally a fan of such trendy beverages. He never understood the craze of tea with strange jelly things inside, so he chose the most basic menu offered. Their date wasn't extraordinary, but it was lovely anyway. You had intended to take Arthur to an expensive western cuisine dining restaurant, but he declined because he is not a man of luxury. That was why you were currently sitting on a bench in a town center, watching folks have their time.

Although some people took a second look at you since your clothing was too nice for such a simple date. You wore elegant outfits, looking like you had an important meeting rather than a date. Arthur is dressed as usual in his iconic basic red shirt. Along with a basic perfume, it was his favorite attire. He rarely used the perfume, but he wanted to look his best for you. His cane rested next to him, with no purple light glowing as it, too, savored the afternoon peace.

The soothing silence was finally broken when Arthur parted his lips and searched down for a topic to discuss. He paused for a bit, debating whether now was the appropriate time to tell. But he chose to keep going.

"Have you ever considered taking a break from thinking about other people?" He chose his words carefully, not wanting to disrupt their precious time.

"What's the deal with the question?" You looked at him, surprised.

"My thoughts wandered to random thoughts. We had only spent a few days together, yet you have done so much for me."

"I'm the one who invited you out, thus I'm the one who paid for it."

"You didn't just pay, sweetheart. You also took me for a ride. Not to mention that you drove me to the upper hill during my second stay yesterday."

"It's a tiny effort, really. After all, I appreciate the hill's outlook, so why not?"

Arthur gave a nod. A tiny deed for you, but you truly did a lot for him. You also took him on a city trip last week. You took him to many vacation spots, including one that requires a special tour guide to enter. Arthur was always fascinated by god myths, his favorite being Egyptian gods. Learning about cultural heritage was also incredibly educational for him. When you took him to a museum, he asked so many questions that their tour time was up. Fortunately, the tour guide appreciated his energy and explained every aspect without fail. You had even visited his hillside compound and assisted with the kitchen team, from cooking to dishwashing. The folks in his compound adored you, and you even informed him that if he ever needed a wife, he should consider you. You may not yet be a part of the community. But you had done a lot to help his people.

They continue to converse about everything you can find before falling back into another peaceful stillness. They thoroughly loved one other's company. You would occasionally lean against Arthur's soft chest. You even made a joke about his body being built of soft pillows. He simply chuckled, ruffled your hair, and kissed you on the forehead. His body used to be quite muscular, since he actively roamed around, slaying the bad and anyone his old master judged unworthy. But it was nearly a decade ago. He was getting older, and he didn't fight as frequently as he used to, despite his fighting ability. His body had begun to cover his muscular abs with a soft stomach full of meat and fat. His pecs, though, retain their shape.

The night has finally arrived, and the sun has set to shine somewhere else on the planet. The town square was now illuminated with brilliant lights, and more people began to arrive. The rest of the afternoon was spent conversing and motorcycling around the town square. While waiting for the red light to turn green on the motorcycle, you would lean on Arthur's chest. The intimacy you felt as you forgot you had previously fought in physical fights. You had forgotten how dangerous he was. He had forgotten that he intended to exploit you.

It was 8 p.m., and you could feel your stomach grumbling for food. You insisted on taking Arthur out to dinner, which you took advantage of to introduce him to the western cuisine he had previously refused.

"Let's just say this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience," You said as you drizzled truffle oil over your expensive fine dinner. 

Arthur just put his hand on his face, feeling guilty because he didn't deserve such special treatment. Looking at this individual, Ammit would probably laugh at how humble he tried to be. He had a truffle mushroom cream soup and vegetables stew for dinner. The way he looked while he ate the delicious dinner couldn't hide how much he appreciated it. You were correct. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he treasured every moment he spent with such dining and his own love. When he hesitated to order another menu, you snorted. If you could, you would put an expensive three-piece red suit on his body right now.

The dinner experience has already left an imprint on his mind. He never takes pictures with his old phone, not even of himself. He did, however, photograph you as you ate your food and take dozens of selfies with you. You appeared to be a couple of youngsters who had just discovered love for the first time. You both were delighted with their dinner and decided to return home.

As is customary, the residence is deafeningly quiet. The neighbor had most likely gone to bed or done some late-night work. Your cat appears out of nowhere, most likely wandering around the complex. It felt like there were just two of them who lived at night. Your back was tinged with reluctance to let Arthur go. You desired to savor this moment not only today, but also tonight. You desired to have him all to yourself, even if only for this evening.

"So, are you leaving tonight?  At this very moment?

"My lodging is right next to you, sweetheart. If you require anything from me, simply knock on the door or contact my phone." He gently stroked your hair before kissing you on the forehead. His voice is low but not threatening.

"Did you say, anything?" You gripped his wrist as his hand parted your hair.

"Then I'd like you to accompany me. Tonight. Here." Your voice is nearly hushed. You wanted to have the pleasure of having someone all to yourself, even if it was only for a few hours.

Arthur furrowed his brow. Your grip is becoming firmer as your claws dig deeper. You gave him a pleading puppy's eyes.  He smiled softly, then kissed you on the lips and muttered something into your ear.

"Then I'll be staying at your house tonight." He lightly kissed your cheek as he parted from you.

You swiftly drew his wrist and walked quickly to your door before he could see your face. You quickly shut the front door and dragged him upstairs. You gently pushed Arthur to the sofa in front of your room, then cuddled his arms as if it were the last time you could cling onto something.

You  clung to him firmly, your fancy outfit  still on. You just wanted to cling to him, feel his warmth, and forget about your loneliness. You closed your eyes to absorb the atmosphere. Arthur gently stroked your hair, understanding what you had been through. Your history was the main reason he regarded you differently than his prey, who had recently become his beloved instead. You had earned it. So he was. He noticed the cling tightening. He could feel your sharp claws piercing the cloth on his arm. He recalled something. Things he had discussed with you the previous afternoon. He gently poked your shoulder, signaling that he needed to speak to you.

"Are you enjoying your treat?" He kissed you on the hair. He could smell the pleasant scent of your favorite shampoo on your hair.

You  simply nodded, your other hand now grasping his palm. He adjusted the arm you were clutching, causing you to scowl.

"You deserved better than a grip on my arm." He suddenly moved to grab your torso with both hands. As he shifted you onto his lap, you could feel his power. His veiny hand held your hip, while the other gently massaged your thighs. He'd given up on this kind of pleasure a long time ago. He had forgotten how it felt, and the desire to be young again glowed in his icy blue eyes.

You glanced around, taken aback by the fact that you were suddenly sitting on the old man's lap. This was your first experience. You were nervous. Your palms rested on his shoulders. You fit well on his lap, and your size disparity is clearly obvious. Through the man's lovely eyes, you could see his lust.

"Wait, are we really doing this?  I was simply requesting a cuddle—are you sure about this? What would your people think of this?

"All the good you've done, and yet you never think about yourself." He elevated your clothing slightly in the back to create a gap for his hand to feel your back.

Her lips released a quick, high-pitched gasp. The touch tickled your back as you straightened your back.

"You asked me to stay, and I will allow you to see me whole." He resumed his monologue by kissing your neck. You attempted everything you could not to exhibit the beast inside you that banged on the door of your body, demanding authority. Your nails gripped the man's hair, pulling it down slightly, resulting in a pleasant raspy groan.

"There's no need to be shy. I know you wanted it deep down. Allow me to provide you with the pleasure you deserve tonight." As he stripped your outer outfit.

His hand was still grasping your thighs, while the other hand crept through your hip, gradually lowering its position.

"You have my permission to enjoy my body.  Don't be shy, it's all yours." His nose met yours in an attempt to persuade you to let go of your beast. It was your first time, but that didn't mean you were completely clueless when it came to enjoying yourself and your man.

"Are you certain about this?" You sighed and raised one of your brows at him.

"I'm certain. I'll do anything for you, my precious hope." It's now his turn to lean on your chest.

You couldn't take it any longer. You removed your outer and allowed the beast within to take over. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt and drew it down to his arms. His hair is now caught in your claws. You yanked on his hair, pulling it hard but not too harsh. Arthur was in pain, but it was a pleasant one. He closed his eyes and let out a loud moan.

This was not the enjoyment he experienced when he was younger. It was a lot better. It was more delightful than he had anticipated, and it was only the beginning. The sound that had just escaped the gentleman gave you more spirit, and you lowered your head to the space between his neck and his shoulder, burying your fangs inside. You chewed it slowly, like a cheetah enjoying your prey. As he whimpered louder than before, this was the pain he desired for pleasure. His voice only made your bite more furious. You moved to another location, this time on his left shoulder. You decided to increase your bite play by licking him within the place with your tongue. Your claws scratched his back, creating red marks and a seeping wound. It was excruciatingly painful and tough. But he thought he deserved it. As both his punishment and his personal pleasure. Pain has been his constant companion.

His hands proceeded from your hip to beneath your garments, his thumb on the center of one of your breasts, carefully caressing your nipple. Your bite emitted a muted moan. It tickled you so badly that you tried not to flinch. When you finished your second bite, you stripped the rest of your outfits and undressed. There's no more fabric on you, giving Arthur more room to explore. He rapidly bombarded you with kisses on your lips, cheek, neck, chest, and tummy. You whined slightly. You weren't as vocal as Arthur, but it doesn't bother him.

There was nothing but silence, interrupted by their noises, the majority of which came from Arthur. In between moves, you both didn't say much. Especially now that you had shoved your breast to his mouth and Arthur had thrust his finger into you, thumb stroking with your clit. His move was gentle and careful, whereas your move was rough and sharp. He pressed another finger into you, leading you to flinch and grab his back. It was a little painful because his hand was much larger than yours. If your genitals were not flexible, you would only be able to receive a finger at the time. His movements inside you were gradual, rubbing your inner wall gently while his thumb stroked your clit numerous times. He recognized your spot immediately and took advantage of it. As he knew how to touch you without making you achieve climax at a rapid rate, thick clear liquid was dripping across your inner thigh.

You pushed your lips against him so swiftly that your tongue lapped against each other and your mouth couldn't identify your own saliva as it was combined. You licked his lips as if you were a tiger tearing your prey's meat from the bone. You nibbled his cheek lightly, your hand now slipping inside his pants.

"I think now is a good time for me to take over the rest of your part." You nipped on his ear for a second and murmured to him.

"Then let me take control for the rest of your pleasure." He played with his authoritative aura by using his thick, deep raspy voice. He made a move to remove his pants, but not his shoes.

"You do realize I had swept the floor, don't you?" You teased him.

“My apologies, but I do not wish to meddle with our special event. Allow them to keep me on my feet for a little while longer." He didn't want you to see the gruesome, bleeding feet within, mingled with glass pieces. At least not right now.

He stroked your clit with his middle finger to signal your readiness, then pulled his fingers away from you. You were shocked when he switched their positions.It was quick, as you were surprised  with his strength once more. He tightened his grip on your hips, gulping down to his throat, and glanced at you. Even with your messy hair with sweat pulp pouring down your temple, you looked gorgeous. He pulled one side of his mouth and tilted his head.

“Your first time I see?”

"Which, it looks like you're going to have the honor of taking that title away from me," You laughed, as your hole was dribbling from the thick liquid he had pumped, ready for the man much older than you to finish it.

"You moved as if you'd done it before. Flawless yet rough." As he pressed himself Into to you, he muttered. You squeaked, astonished by the thrust. Your breathing has grown heavy and rapid, accompanied by a small cry. Your eyes welled up with tears. You needed time to acclimate since it ached.

"Was it painful? We can stop if you want." He was concerned by your noises. To console you, he caressed your hair with one of his hands. He knew you had a thing for headpats.

"No-don't...I just needed some time and we're good to go," You told him while panting and begging to continue.

He nodded, then kissed you on the cheek before making his move. One hand on your hip, one on the back of your head. You couldn't keep yourself from whimpering any longer. Your squeak is quite adorable, and it appears to give Arthur more energy. He tightened his pump, making you breathe faster as well he let go of his heavy loud moans. Your eyes welled up with tears. A cry of pleasure.

“Faster, love”

He obliged. The quick pump resulted in more scars on his back from your claws grasping onto him, as well as another bite imprinted on his chest. You're too overcome with pain and pleasure to give him another lip kiss. With pleasure, you almost screamed, while his groan grew louder. Their stamina was incredible, especially as it was your first time and Arthur was considered old. But you and him move like young people who have been married for a while.

Arthur, like you, is on the verge of reaching his climax. He pushed you forward with an unrestrained moan, preparing to unload over you. You tapped him twice on the back, which was a sign that you were getting ready to reach your climax. He noticed, as he drew his cock and came to your inner thigh. You had finally achieved the peak of sensation, and your body had become limp. Breathe felt heavier than usual as he fully depleted your energy. He glanced at your worn face, both satisfied and awestruck. He kissed your lips, then your neck. You both appear to be messy and in desperate need of a bath.

"Let's make each other clean in the bathroom." He assisted you in standing as your legs battled to acquire enough energy to support you. The bath was brief, with Arthur mostly washing your body. Fortunately, his outfit wasn't too filthy, so he could use it to get clean clothes in his house. Both of them are now clean and fresh, but you craved more of him. At the very least, it was just another snuggle this time.

He placed his arms over your hips as you leaned against his chest. Your height was ideal for his chin rest, and his height is ideal for your head to be the height of his chest. It was quiet once more, as you and him enjoyed another intimacy.

"I heard you're returning to London next month." With the news, you sounded a little sad.

“True. However, there is always an extra seat just for you." He soothed you by cuddling you even tighter.

"Please be my companion, love.  Join me in my endeavor to bring true justice to this planet." He leaned a little to bring his face very close to yours, cheeks touching. He was hoping you'd accept his offer.

"I don't even know what my next experience will be," You snorted.

"I can't wait to meet your Goddess.  I'm looking forward to seeing your take on justice."

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Ammit, the goddess of judgment, could be seen stabbing Khonshu with his own staff. Arthur defeated Marc with a blast of his staff that was far more powerful than the power provided by the god of the moon on Moon Knight. He walked with his gaze fixed on Marc. He lifted his cane and slashed it through the crescent moon on his chest. Layla, his wife, is not faring any better. You were shielding yourself from the onslaught of gunshots.

Just as Marc was about to pass out, he seized the staff and pushed it downward, tripping the cult leader. When one of his eyes got crimson, he grinned at Arthur and struck him. The man suddenly became considerably stronger than Arthur, although he didn't look anything like Marc. He had a more furious and quick fight. He fought Arthur mercilessly with his bare hands.

A blow landed on his chin, causing him to bleed and fall. Marc, or whoever he was, approached Arthur slowly. The table had flipped, and he was about to end him. He snatched the fallen staff and prepared to slash his forehead with the axe mounted on the staff. A kick struck on his side as he moved closer to the defeated man. The kick was unexpectedly powerful, like coming from a goddess who is pictured yanking Khonshu away. The man in white armor observed the culprit, who was now kneeling in front of Arthur in a defensive stance. You had claw gauntlets, and your body was covered with white, gold, and black garments with crocodile scales on some sections. You threatened him with your razor-sharp teeth as you were going to bite him. Your pupils have become slit-shaped. Blood was spread on your head, clothes, and gauntlets.

The Moon Knight chuckled, as if he was underestimating his new adversary. He threw several crescent darts at you as he surged forward. You shielded yourself from the blow with your steel-adorned arm as you charged towards him as well. You then struck him in the face. He was taken aback by the depth of the wound. His eyes widened in surprise. You struck him again as he gazed at his opponent, your claws digging into his chest. As you plucked something from his chest, your eyes blazed purple.

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#arthur harrow #arthur harrow x female reader #arthur harrow x reader #reposting cuz for some reason it didnt appear on the tag #oh look Alvin is actually writing something #if tumblr keep hid it i'd post the link of m Ao3 soon as i get the invitation lmao #moon knight #marvel #moon knight fanfiction

[landwriter]

Sooo I wrote this while half-asleep like a week ago and wanted to read it over in the morning before sending (to see if it, you know, made any sense), and then I forgot about it until coming across it on my notes today, so here it is now:

Remembered another thing: having two different verbs for "to be" ("ser" and "estar"). This isn’t exclusive to Portuguese (I know it exists in Spanish, at least), but it's something that English doesn't have and that can give trouble to English speakers learning Portuguese (partly because we suck at coming up with simple general rules for when to use which that cover every last usage of "to be" and why in many cases only one is acceptable. I’ve explained it as “ser” is for things that are permanent, that are part of the subject’s essence – only for someone to promptly point out that you must use “ser” for professions, and people change profession all the time and someone’s work is hardly part of their essence. So Idk, if anyone’s read a really good explanation please send me a link so I have something to refer people to).

The lack of this distinction doesn’t seem, to me, to make English more ambiguous. At least I’m hard pressed to come up with an example where despite the context I couldn't tell if an "is" meant "é" or "está".

Out of context though.

"It's cold here where I live." Well is it cold now in particular, or is it a generally cold place?

"I'm happy." Is this a general statement about the overall condition of your life, or are you experiencing the feeling of happiness at this moment?

But while in context it's not ambiguous, I feel like it's a distinction that English speakers don't really make inside their minds. Like, they’re using the same word, not two different verbs which just happen to sound the same and have the same spelling. I certainly don't think about it when speaking English. But when speaking Portuguese, it's inscribed into the language.

Anyway, I just thought it’s a neat difference you might like to know about. I don't really have a way to work this into a fic. Maybe a situation where Hob wants to underline that something "não é", it merely "está"? Or the opposite? Eu estou triste, mas eu sou feliz? Mais do que estar feliz com você, eu sou feliz com você?

Or some wordplay? Ele está sonhando, em um certo sentido, mas, mais do que isso, ele é o próprio sonhar. He is (está) dreaming, in a sense, but more than that, he is (é) the dreaming itself. (fun fact, we use the infinitive, not the gerund, when we want to use a verb as a noun).

There's potential in the breaking of the rules, I suppose. Like, species is a "ser" case. Always. I am (sou) human. Buuut Dream being Dream, he isn't (não é) human. But maybe he can be (estar) human, in the time he spends with Hob. (Now I've entered playing with language territory. I wouldn't risk something like this in, say, a college admission essay or a Portuguese test).

Unrelated to any of the above, Flower King!!! Thank you for writing it. It is utterly breathtaking and so inspiring I spent an entire afternoon working on a new fairy tale WIP instead of working on the WIP I meant to work on. Like, I wrote two paragraphs of it and then opened a new document and spent hours just doing a new thing instead.

!!!! This is incredible, and I love love love your examples. There are SO many beautiful possibilities in breaking the rules and wordplay in a given language - that's one of my favourite sort of uses of language, is using grammar or any other form of linguistic, like, expectations and structure to say something. What a great case of something that (to me) is so elegant in the source language and can only be translated with tonal emphasis or extra words in English. I innately understand your example of Dream's relation to being human - I remember debating over capitalization for the same ends: his waking body vs his Waking body. Is love (He is in love, I am in love with you, It is love, etc.) a case that can use both? Can you use ser vs estar to distinguish between, say, an act of seduction versus a permanent state of being seduced by someone? Can you write shit like 'I was seduced; I was seduced.' or analogs? Because that's SO fucking sexy.

I feel like it's a distinction that English speakers don't really make inside their minds. Like, they’re using the same word, not two different verbs which just happen to sound the same and have the same spelling.

For me, at least - one representative of 400 million native speakers, and ppl's minds most certainly work differently around language, caveat, caveat, etc - I do sometimes feel a distinction between a specific & general state of being. Especially re: feelings. It comes out in tone, but I also think we use a lot of things that might not seem like obvious context in low context situations. These are probably super regional too (See how Canadians say yes by saying "No, yeah" and no by saying "Yeah, no", but also say yes by saying "Yeah, no, [yeah]" or any other positive marker. "Yeah, no, for sure." and "No, yeah, totally" are both agreements. Very intuitive!!) But take "I'm happy." - the context there is usually in the grammatical form used in the question - if you ask how's it going?, it's a now-in-particular answer. If you use present perfect or whatever the fuck it's called, you know, the auxiliary verb nonsense, and ask how's it been going? it's an in-general answer. It's also in the answers: I'm good is something you say when you've just fallen over and people are concerned, vs. I've been good when you've just seen friends for the first time in months and they're concerned. But that only comes up to the present and doesn't necessarily imply a future of good-being - I'm not sure if ser is different in that respect.

Are the two verbs used liberally to distinguish between temporary versus non-temporary emotional states like in your first example? Is it a common mode of expression to use both in one sentence? Can you use language like and instead of but? Is it seen as inherently contradictory like a transliteration would be in English? Because I'm absolutely feral for this. I love how effectively it holds meaning - to be able to say 'I'm shitty (right now) but I'm happy (in general) with nothing more than a different verb instead of having to add context. I wonder if it affects or enables a different mode of emotional expression?

Here, when people ask how you are and things are temporarily crap - in a banal way, like job stress or home repairs or exams - you instead generally make these insane understatements that serve to provide implicit subtext (things are actually shit), and also underscore the perspective that your emotional state now is not the same as your outlook on life (but you're still chugging along). i.e. "Oh, it's been [intentional pause]...busy."; "Not six feet under!"; "Things have been a little tough!". If you just said "I'm not happy," that would actually stop people dead in their tracks. Often we sub out the subject (I) when mentioning the less positive emotion and then stick it back in for the positive one we're couching it in. It softens things: "It's been stressful, but I'm stoked for winter break." We're trying to navigate the good and the bad in a linguistically and culturally acceptable way. What's it like in Portuguese? I would sort of love it to be both linguistically elegant and culturally normal in English to just communicate the complexities of our lives within the scope of a short exchange. We're not a country with loads of "It's bad and it's good and I'm here" idioms. But I know they're out there! Somewhere!

As someone who is generally Hob-levels of delighted (by life, my community, my friends, the mountains, a good tea or a bird, etc.,) but recently totalled my car which genuinely fucken bites, this bizarre little dance has been coming up a LOT at holiday get-togethers these past couple weeks hahaha. How have I been? I am* stressed to the tits, I am** happy. Happy to see you, happy to be here, happy. It is a part of the subject's essence! I WANT TWO VERBS! Please!!! *estar **ser

I'm so in love with the power of this - even if they've got rules that baffle Anglos - the way you've at least generally explained it is SO cool to me. I love the examples!! It's SUCH a neat difference. Am constantly delighted and humbled by the knowledge you guys bring to my ask box. Thank you for this rad Christmas Eve gift, dude. <3

Also thank you so much re: Flower King - that's exactly how I wrote it too so I'm glad it's contagious hahaha! Thank you so much for reading it. It's my pleasure to write and share stuff <3<3<3 I look forward to your fairy tale (and would love to hear more about it!)

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