#My Portuguese is a bit rusty

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pookieeee how are youuu 💗 I'm in NEED of a Franco fic where the reader is João Félix's little sister...

So she obvi speaks Portuguese and English (maybe some Italian in there too) butttt unlike her brother her Spanish is rusty. So when reader drags her brother (and of course some of the guys from the team) to support her best friend at a race, he's listening in to every little comment Franco makes about her in Spanish and trying to subtly give hints to reader that he likes her, and of course some good brother teasing! Just hardcore fluff, friend pining and good old family banter!

HE CAN UNDERSTAND - FC43

listen up : i used google translate don’t come for me. not proofread! super cute and fluffy! loved this request sorry if i didng execute it well😭

word count : 2281

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“Franco!” I jump into my best friends arms as he laughs. The moment I asked for three Grand Prix tickets, he sent them over immediately and went on a rant of how excited he was to see me.

“Y/n!” He grins widely at me, “I’m so happy you’re here!” He's in his race suit, his hair messy and extra wavy. I run my hand through it, fixing it a bit.

“You’re a mess.” I laugh as he pushes my hand away and rolls his eyes, “Oh!” I suddenly remember that my brother is standing behind me. “This is my brother, João! I can’t believe you two haven’t met!” I smile at both of them as my brother shakes Franco’s hand.

Oddly professional for someone he knows I love. “Nice to finally meet you. Y/n never shuts up about you.” I slightly blush at his words as Franco lets out a laugh.

“Good to know…” Franco gives us a mini tour. I'm so beyond happy for him. This has been his dream since forever, the first time I met him he even jokingly flirted and said I could be a WAG.

Franco is charming and hilarious so my brother likes him instantly. We end up in the William’s garage, everyone scrambling around and talking in languages I can’t understand.

Since it’s race day, i’m genuinely surprised Franco had the time to see us. Especially since Qualifying was earlier today.

But my best friend works in magical ways.

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FRANCO

I watch Y/n talk to Alex’s girlfriend. I watch as her hair flows down her back and her hand covers her mouth as she laughs. “So,” João turns to me, sort of intimidating for his height but so far I think he approves of me. “You’ve known Y/n for a while, huh?”

I nod, “Yeah, she hasn't been able to shake me yet.” He laughs, nodding his head.

“You care about her?” Why do I feel like i’m getting interrogated?

I nod, “Of course. She’s my best friend.”

“I mean as more than a friend.”

I laugh uncomfortably, joking with him, “Are you asking me my intentions?” He does not find this funny. I clear my throat and breathe out, “We’re just friends.”

Y/n comes skipping back over to us. I’ve always been taught to not lie, but i’m not about to confess that I like her to fucking brother.

“J, you’ve got to see his car!” She takes his arm and pulls him away, “You coming, Fran?”

I’m about to follow after them but my engineer taps my shoulder, “Gimmie one second! Don't touch anything, Y/n, I know how you are!”

She gives me one of her signature smiles, making my pulse quicken and my smile falter. I catch her brother giving me an odd look before I sit up and wave.

I turn to my engineer who’s smiling, big, “Dios mío, te estás sonrojando.” (My god, you’re blushing.) I roll my eyes at him, turning to see Y/n point to my car and start asking questions to someone in blue.

“¡Cállate por favor!” (Shut up please!) Her Spanish is more than rusty. I've tried to teach her some but she gets distracted and she always ends up persuading me into something different. Still, it’s weird talking about her when she’s right there.

“Vamos, ¡te gusta! Es la forma en que la miras... como si fuera el sol.” (Come on, you like her! It’s the way you look at her… like she’s the sun.) I push his shoulder at his words. Christ, is it that obvious?

“Actúas como si fuera un cachorrito enamorado.” (You act like i’m some lovesick puppy)

“¡Porque lo eres! Siempre hablas de ella, tu pantalla de bloqueo es ella, ¡siempre le estás enviando mensajes de texto! Admítelo.” (Because you are! You always talk about her, your lock screen is her, you are always texting her! Just admit it.)

I cross my arms at him, not daring to glance back at her. “No voy a arruinar mi relación con ella…” I shake my head and tease him, “¡Ahora vuelve a trabajar!” (I’m not ruining my relationship with her… now get back to work!)

I join Y/n and João again, smiling and doing my duty as a tour guide. João gives me another weird look and i’m hoping it’s not because i’m losing his trust. I know i’m not her boyfriend, but I still want him to like me.

They are soon asked to step into the visitors area as I warm up for the race. Y/n kisses my cheek before she goes, “Good luck, Fran. Be careful!” I know my cheeks are red but all I can focus on is her so close to me, her lips on my cheek.

I nod, “Thank you. Have fun watching.” I wink at her and turn, getting ready.

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YOU

“I’m so nervous! It’s so rainy!” I bite my lip as the cars go out on track in a second formation lap. The race hasn’t even started and someone’s already out!

My brother eyes me, he’s been acting weird all day and I hate it. He suddenly turns to me, “You don’t like Franco?”

It catches me off guard, “Uh… of course I do?” He rolls his eyes.

“I mean can you see yourself with him? I think you’d be cute.” I laugh out loud.

“João, when have you ever wanted me to date someone?” Especially Franco. I mean, maybe i’ve thought about it.

Okay maybe I've fantasized about it… a lot.

But what am I supposed to do? Confess to my best friend who’s always been there for me that I think he’s irresistible and criminally hot? No.

“I just think if you’re gonna date anyone… He’s a good option.” My cheeks heat as I shake my head, “You’re blushing! Come on, Y/n, why not?”

“Just shut up, the race is starting!”

The next time he brings it up is at a yellow flag, “He’s definitely nicer than your ex.” I give him a death glare and attempt to tune him out, “And who did you go crying to after he broke your heart….?” Franco. The answer is Franco because he’s always there.

It’s been hard recently because of his races, but he’s constantly texting or calling me. I think he just wants someone to gossip with.

“Again, he’s my friend. Just because you have a girlfriend now doesn’t mean you know everything!”

“No but I know everything about you, and you don’t look at your other friends like that.” I hate that stupid smug smile on his face. And I hate that he’s right.

My stomach drops when Franco goes into the wall. I grab onto my brother's arm who doesn’t look concerned at all and more happy that i’m so worried! I slap his arm, “You have no empathy!”

I cross my arms, biting my lip as I watch him exit the car. Thank god he’s okay.

Franco gives me a small thumbs up when he’s back in the garage. I can tell he’s absolutely gutted, the air is awkward and thick with tension since Franco’s crash meant that the whole team's weekend is over.

The race is long and honestly scary. Still, all I can think about is Franco.

Maybe this weekend, his attention to me, my brothers comments, and how Franco’s been looking at me, has finally sealed what I've been dreading.

I’ve known I like him for a while, but I don’t want to ruin us. I can’t be embarrassed by my closest friend!

I’m not an idiot, I see how he flirts with interviewers or even fans. Part of me wants to believe that’s just his personality, but the other part is screaming at me that he doesn’t like me.

His eyes though, he looks at me so deeply that sometimes I feel like I'm apart of some big trick.

“Hey,” My brother nudges me, “Race is over.” I snap out of whatever daze I was in and nod, “I gotta pee, go talk to Franco!”

When I look to where he points, Franco’s already looking at me. His race suit is unzipped and he looks so tired. “Hi.” He smiles softly but I can tell it’s forced.

“Sorry your first race with me sucked.” He frowns, leaning against the little barrier from the garage and friends and family.

“Hey…” I touch his arm briefly, “It did not suck! And It’s not your fault. It was scary though…”

His eyes look sad and I know it’s not just because he crashed. Franco feels so deeply and this weekend has been especially hard for him. I can tell he sees the worry on my face, “I'm really really happy you’re here. We’re getting dinner later, right?”

I go to the hotel with João first. We change and meet back at the restaurant. “I’m so hungry!” I groan as we sit down, Franco said he would be here soon but I am not above ordering early.

João sits across from me, “Gotta wait for your boyfriend.”

I eye him, “You better not say anything in front of Franco. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.” He laughs a bit.

“I really don’t think I will.” He’s so ominous today. “I can tell i’m making you uncomfortable though. My only question is… why?”

“Why?”

“Why can’t you accept that you like him? He’s obviously not going to turn you down. He’s practically got hearts in his eyes when he talks to you.” The waiter brings water which I gulp down immediately.

“I- No! I can’t like him. He’s my friend.”

“So you’ve said… but the best relationships start out that way.” Why is he pushing this so much?

“I just… I don’t want to ruin our relationship.”.

“Funny…” he mumbles something, “That's what he said too.” but I can’t hear him because Franco sits and starts saying hello.

Our dinner is amazing, the food is perfect and I can’t stop laughing at Franco and João. “You’ve gotta come to a match sometime!” My brother laughs, “The team would love you.”

Franco grins, “I would be honored! Y/n always talks about your games, you’re pretty good apparently.” This boosts my brother's ego far too much and we end the night while talking about football and childhood stories.

“He always teased me with his friends!” I roll my eyes at the memory, “They were all learning Spanish in highschool so I never understood them!”

Franco laughs as João shakes his head, “Why didn’t you take spanish in highschool?”

“I did! I just never caught on. Plus João became fluent after school anyway so his schooling barely helped.” I shrug as Franco’s expression turns odd.

He blinks, looking to João, “You’re fluent?”

“Si.” He looks almost smug about it as Franco nods slowly, swallowing.

“Así que escuchaste…” (So you heard…)

“Todo.” (Everything) Franco’s smile drops completely at my brothers words. But my brother still carries on with a smile, “Eres muy obvio, pero lo apoyo.” (You’re very obvious, but I support it.)

I frown at their communication that I can’t understand, “Okay, can you two stop gossiping? I’m ready to leave.” Franco smiles at me, nodding slowly as we stand.

Our walk back to the hotel is short and luckily no fans interrupt it. The warmth of the inside makes me smile and the ding of the elevator makes me yearn for my bed.

“Uh, Y/n?” I look back at Franco as he talks, “Could I speak to you for a moment…” I look at my brother who nods, a smile still on his face as he disappears behind the elevator doors. “Let’s go outside.”

It’s no longer raining so we venture out into the hotel's garden. It’s beautiful with tall plants and trees, a small path that we walk on, and flowers that I've never seen before.

“What did you walk to talk to me about?” I turn to him, he looks oddly scared and a bit chilly. He starts to speak but then closes his mouth and thinks, “Franco…?”

“I like you.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, I freeze, “I really like you and not just as a friend… like way more than that.”

I blink, “You’re kidding?”

The panic on his face is immediate, “No?”

“Shit. Okay!” I realize i’m so caught up in my own world that he probably thinks I don’t like him, “I feel the same.”

He breathes out, stepping closer, “You fucking scared me.”

I smile, not believing this is even real, “You really like me? Because my brother has been making me feel delusional all day!” He takes my hand in his and I swear my heart skips a beat.

“He heard me talking about you in spanish…” I raise a brow, “My engineer was teasing me and I didn’t know he spoke it!” I laugh, shaking my head at his story, “But I'm glad he did. I probably would be sitting in my room all alone if he hadn't.”

I grip his hand tighter, stepping closer, “I’m really glad too. I didn’t want to ruin anything but fuck I really like you.”

He grins and leans in, He paused before I nod. Franco presses a kiss to my lips softly, “I can’t believe you have a crush on me.” I whisper as groans and rolls his eyes, trying to walk away.

“No! No taking it back now!” I laugh, pulling him back to me, my hand going to his neck and my lips meeting his, “You’re stuck with me now.”

[laforzadelvoila]

Contact (Chrollo x Pakunoda)

Notes: This is an one-shot that I intend to continue with other stories that I may publish in the future. There are references to another fanfic of mine, but this one in particular and the others I want to write portray an alternative universe where Paku survived and she and Chrollo were able to have a relationship.

I write my stories first in Portuguese and then translate them with the help of Google and adapt them according to my knowledge and creative needs, so I apologize for any mistakes.

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“Do you remember that time when we were kids we both discovered a telescope in the dump?” Pakunoda was leaning against the window, her arms crossed and a nostalgic smile on her lips.

“I remember, it was certainly much more modest than this one,” Chrollo replied softly, finishing assembling the pieces of the golden telescope whose half was protruding through the window, now arranging the finderscope and the mirrors so that the image of the beautiful night sky was reflected properly.

“That one was probably made of brass, it was very rusty, and Franklin was the only one of the six of us who could carry it,” Paku recalled.

“Yes, Shalnark and I managed to fix it enough that it would last at least a night before it fell apart” Chrollo remembered, his smile growing. “You, Sarasa and Sheila painted the telescope with some paints that smelled really bad, but it turned out so beautiful.”

They both exchanged complicit glances. It was so sweet to remember simpler times, although they were no longer sure if, in retrospect, those would have been happier times — after all, death and misery had been a constant in their lives since then, but they were certainly still too innocent, until that fateful night when they discovered that Sarasa had been killed. Something inside all of them died forever that day, and even the happiest memories of their childhood acquired a sinister connotation behind them, as if that adorable childish naivety blinded them to all the dangers that invisible children like them faced.

Mentioning Sarasa was always painful, but they never wanted to make her a taboo subject. It wasn’t fair that the children of Meteor City should be turned into mere uncomfortable subjects, as if they were somehow to blame for the cruel fates that befell each of them.

“The sky was so impressive that night, even though I couldn’t see it properly and I didn’t quite understand what I was seeing,” the woman said. The power of memories, the past and thoughts had always fascinated her in some way, and that was probably what led her to choose to train her rare Nen ability. It was as if she could transport herself to a time and place so far away just by using her mind; it was magical and strangely painful.

When he was younger, Chrollo was a bit shy and very sensitive, and being a small boy for his age, most of the other boys teased and picked on him, so with the exception of Franklin and Shalnark, for a long time his friendships consisted mainly of girls: Pakunoda, his best friend and who always held a special place in his heart, Sarasa, a bright and uncontrollable force of nature, and Sheila, clumsy and more reserved.

He only became friends with Nobunaga, Feitan, Phinks, Machi and, especially, Uvogin, after the success of the Power Cleaners dub performed by Chrollo himself with the help of Pakunoda, Sarasa and Sheila — who would always be his first and most precious friends. It was no surprise that Sarasa’s murder affected him so deeply, and the fact that Sheila simply left after the other's death, without even attending her funeral, resulted in Paku being the only one of his best friends to remain by his side.

“Do you want to see?” Chrollo pointed to the golden telescope they had stolen earlier that day.

She nodded and walked over to the telescope, its golden surface reflecting the faint light that filtered through the cathedral’s decaying stained-glass windows, and leaned forward to look through the eyepiece. The stars in the sky looked like diamonds twinkling in the darkness, the distant planets were shrouded in atmospheric glow, and the heavenly bodies danced across the vast expanse of space.

“It’s so pretty,” Paku sighed, the same strangely welcoming childhood feeling of wonder plaguing her chest as she stared into the infinity of the beautiful unknown.

Chrollo smiled, and she stepped aside so he could take in the sight himself. The universe was so vast and mysterious, but somehow it was not as vast as the suffering, hatred, and malice of those tiny, irrelevant creatures that inhabited the planet. Humans really are such fascinating beings.

The two were in the newest hideout carefully chosen to house Phantom Troupe during their next mission: an abandoned church in a remote area on the outskirts of Yorknew, and although the meeting would be in a month, Chrollo and Paku had already arrived in the city to advance the preparations for their plan. The Troupe would carry out their most daring job yet, they would steal all the items from the Underground Auction that the mafia would organize the following month, at the beginning of September.

It was the first time in three years that all the members would be together again, but sometimes during this time some of them would meet up to carry out private missions, and Chrollo and Pakunoda would often team up to perform minor robberies together. Lucilfer had heard about a small auction that would be taking place that day in Yorknew, and the only item that seemed truly interesting and valuable to him was the solid gold telescope that had belonged to the first king of Kakin Empire.

He and Paku infiltrated the auction house disguised as a wealthy, respectable young couple. After gently touching one of the security guards on the face, Paku easily discovered where the goods were hidden, and twisted the guard’s neck when he was no longer of use to her. Using conjured bullets, she used her Memory Bomb ability to shoot Chrollo and transfer the memories she had extracted from her victim to him. From there, it was ridiculously simple for Pakunoda and Chrollo, armed with a revolver and Bandit’s Secret respectively, to eliminate the other guards at the auction and take the telescope.

In fact, they were still wearing the same formal costumes they had worn to the auction: Chrollo was using a basic black suit, though the bandage that had been wrapped around his forehead to hide his cross-shaped tattoo had already been removed; Paku was wearing a sumptuous black dress with long, loose sleeves that exposed her shoulders.

“You remembered to inform the others about the meeting, right?” Chrollo’s question was merely rhetorical, he knew very well that Paku was absurdly organized, and practically considered her as the second leader of the group.

“Of course” she replied, lifting her chin. “I informed everyone I have contact information for. I spoke to Machi and she said she’ll let Hisoka know.”

Neither of them were particularly happy at the mention of the magician, one of the new members who had recently replaced the fourth leg of the group, no one in the Troupe liked or even felt comfortable around him, but he had remarkable skills and a dark reputation that matched their goal of making The Spider even more intimidating to the world.

Throughout its history, the Phantom Troupe underwent changes in members, whether to reach the total of twelve Spider-legs or to replace a dead member. They all knew that joining that criminal group inherently came with the constant risk of death, but even with his calm and cold facade, each loss of his gang affected Chrollo deeply, the guilt and grief slowly eating away at him. Paku knew that, since they were children, he felt everything very intensely and had such a sense of duty and obligation that, even when he was just a little boy, he was always very hard on himself and held himself responsible for every tragedy that happened — when Sarasa disappeared, the boy emphatically blamed himself for what happened, believing that, if he had started looking for her earlier, she might still be alive; the truth is, neither Chrollo nor his friends were responsible for what happened, the adults in the city were the ones who should have been protecting them and, obviously, the real culprits for the girl’s death were her killers. Even knowing this, it was as if he was always forcing himself to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, and Pakunoda wanted more than anything to help him ease the pain that was eating him alive.

“And Shizuku? So you managed to get in touch with her?” Chrollo asked, trying to ignore the pain of remembering the death of the previous eighth member of the Troupe, who had been murdered by the famous Zoldycks years ago, now being replaced by the promising young Conjurer.

“Yes, her interests are much more aligned with the Troupe’s than Hisoka,” Paku commented, although this was already obvious to everyone involved.

They stood there without speaking for a few minutes, just taking turns silently to observe the stupendous view behind the telescope, which would be sold on the black market at an exorbitant price the next day.

“A shooting star!” the woman exclaimed happily. “Would you like to make a wish?”

“Okay” Chrollo gave a soft smile. “But I can’t say it out loud, right? Otherwise it won't come true.”

It was funny how two of the world’s greatest thieves and assassins could be so concerned with a harmless superstition. Unbeknownst to each other, they both simply wished for the following month’s heist to be successful. Privately, Paku couldn’t help but notice with exasperation that her boss was once again keeping yet another secret to himself, though a mere wish upon a shooting star was nothing compared to the contents of the letter left by Sarasa’s assassins, which only Chrollo had been able to decipher.

“You seem thoughtful. Do you want to talk to me about what is tormenting you so much?” Pakunoda was a patient woman, after all, given the circumstances, there was no other way to be, but she did not want to leave her best friend at the mercy of his own suffering.

“When we were among the passersby at the auction, I heard that at an auction that will take place tomorrow in the city center will appear a Floor Master of Heavens Arena who has a skill that interests me” Chrollo finally said. “A few years ago, when I was in the Republic of Padokea, I visited the famous Heavens Arena to watch some of the tournaments, and I saw that one of the fighters, probably a Specialist, seemed to use a Nen power that made him invisible, helping him confuse his opponents and attack them unawares.”

“Attacking enemies from behind isn’t really your style,” Paku commented.

“Indeed, a fair one-on-one fight without fancy traps is much more fun,” agreed Lucifer’s namesake. “This skill doesn’t particularly interest me for combat, but rather for espionage and infiltration.”

Chrollo walked over to the table next to the window, where there was a pile of shuffled papers — for such a meticulous man, he certainly could be very disorganized — and picked up a crumpled newspaper clipping, handing it to Paku.

“Bullara Pechman,” she read aloud, the name of the said person accompanied by a black and white photo of a man with a scar dividing his face in half. “Well, I can accompany you tomorrow to that auction.”

“I don’t think it would be worth it,” replied the guy. “As you know, one of the necessary conditions for me to steal someone’s ability is that I must ask questions about it and be answered by the user. In Pechman’s case, this is an impossible condition to fulfill, since he is mute.”

Pakunoda scratched her chin thoughtfully; even though Chrollo wasn’t too disappointed by the apparent impossibility of acquiring the power he coveted, she still wanted to find a way to help her friend. She had an idea, but she wasn’t sure she had the courage to suggest it out loud; at first, it was a harmless proposal, but the thought of the possible implications behind it made her heart pound.

“You can borrow my skill,” Paku announced, in a sudden and precise lapse of boldness, without knowing that this sudden decision would change their lives forever.

“What do you mean?” incredulous, Chrollo raised an eyebrow, having perfectly understood what the other had said, but wanting a confirmation.

“With my Psychometry, if you shake his hand or something and ask about his abilities, you will receive the answer directly from his mind,” explained the woman, trying to maintain a calm expression.

“It’s… an interesting suggestion, no doubt,” he quickly recovered from his initial shock. “I would return your power later, of course, but are you sure? After all, it’s a very rare and important ability—”

“Of course I’m sure, I trust you,” Paku replied so calmly and composedly that it barely seemed like her heartbeat was racing.

Why was she so nervous? Perhaps because her dedication to The Spiders had led her to develop her Nen to such an extent that, in order to increase the efficiency of her abilities, she had forced herself to promise that she would never touch the person she loved most. If she were to deprive herself of her technique, she would be free, even if for an indefinite time, from the conditions she had imposed on herself — and the idea simply scared her, and she was certain that Chrollo had realized the possible loophole that him borrowing her power could imply.

They had a bad habit of thinking too much, of worrying too much; even the usually stoic leader was slightly tense. Once he took Paku’s ability, even temporarily, there would be no more practical restrictions on the tempting physical closeness between them.

“Alright, let’s get started, we have less than ten minutes,” Chrollo summoned the Bandit’s Secret in his hands and sat on the edge of the table. “I saw you demonstrating your skills less than an hour ago, all that’s left now is for you to tell me about it and for your hand to touch the drawing on the book’s cover.”

“I can extract someone’s memories just by physical contact, and find specific information by asking questions out loud,” Paku began, sitting next to the other and crossing her arms. “I can also ‘read’ memories of animals and the recent past of objects, although in a much more limited way. Finally, Memory Bomb involves the physical conjuration of memories, whether mine or those I extracted, in the form of bullets. By shooting them at another person’s head, I implant those memories in their mind; and if I implant the extracted memories in their original owner, they lose them.”

“Great,” he gave a small smile, extending the Bandit’s Secret towards the woman, who took it and touched the handprint in the cover.

“Is that all?” Pakunoda gave a nervous laugh. “Simple as that?”

Chrollo said nothing, just took the book back and opened it on the last page, showing that her ability was, in fact, preserved in those conjured sheets, with a photo of Paku surrounded by descriptions of her Psychometry.

“Can I see the Bandit’s Secret?” she asked in a cheeky, jovial tone, taking the object for herself and absentmindedly leafing through the pages. “Since I was so generous in showing you my skill, you could do the same.”

Even as she focused on the book in front of her, the woman could almost feel Chrollo’s big dark eyes watching her. They both wondered to what extent their lives could have been different, because even if Sarasa had escaped that terrible death in her childhood, any of their friends could have been victimized by the outsiders who hunted human prey in Meteor City — hence the unconditional need for The Spider’s creation, if they wanted to survive they would have to be more cruel and bloodthirsty than the world around them, otherwise their existences would have been much more miserable than they were now.

It was almost crazy to imagine that there had once been a time when they had both been so innocent and full of dreams; perhaps it was inevitable, living in a place like Meteor City, that eventually their virtues would be destroyed, that they would not be able to afford experiences like romantic adventures or starting a family. Their souls were already too tainted for that, it was just part of the sacrifice the Troupe knew was included in their missions.

As if in a déjà-vu, a familiar scene repeated in front of Chrollo: Paku, distracted, with her head tilted, letting a lock of hair slide gently forward. Just like that time, so many years ago, he did not hesitate to reach out to adjust the loose lock that framed her face. His fingers briefly touched Pakunoda’s rosy cheeks, whose body trembled with a shiver at the realization of such a simple contact that, now, was finally possible.

She turned her head; their faces were dangerously close, they could feel each other’s breath tickling their skin. The depths of their eyes meeting, a fire boiling in their chests, the two of them stared at each other for what could easily have been hours, but in reality was only a few throbbing seconds.

Two childhood sweethearts, a love that, due to the complicated circumstances they both faced, never had the chance to blossom properly, which didn’t stop those feelings from remaining there, but dormant and seemingly so distant. However, in that moment, all the pain, all those years of companionship, trust, affection and repressed desire came to the surface in a suffocating whirlwind of emotions.

Chrollo couldn’t resist caressing his beloved's face, who responded by raising her fingers to gently touch his cheeks. The fears and insecurities didn’t completely disappear — he was The Spider’s head, the head theoretically shouldn’t favor one of the legs over the others, and they shouldn’t be distracted from their mission — but those thoughts were promptly silenced as Chrollo and Paku closed the distance between them.

The world around them seemed to disappear when their soft lips finally met, engaging in a passionate kiss, lulled by their heavy breaths and sighs.

They only separated to breathe, but soon after their mouths came together again with even more urgency. Chrollo’s hands went down her back and rested on her waist. Paku rested her fingers on the back of her beloved’s neck, lightly pulling the obsidian hair so as not to lose her balance as their bodies trembled with ecstasy.

The intensity of the kiss increased, with both of them craving more and more for the taste of each other. It wasn’t just a matter of desire, it was the burning need to bring their bodies even closer in a tight embrace, desperately seeking complete intimacy between them, eliminating all the physical and emotional barriers between them, finally making up without fear or restrictions for all that lost time.

[askhatchetfieldhigh]

Everyone what languages ​​can you speak besides English?

I speak some Spanish! I'm a bit rusty, but my abuela doesn't speak English so I know some phrases so I can still talk to her.

-- Ruth!

Some Latin. I took it my freshman and sophomore year for religious purposes. My parents are Italian, so I've picked up some of that too.

~ Grace Chasity 🙏

Uhm... just English. I have some family members who speak Polish, so I can understand bits of it, but I can't speak it.

**Peter Spankoffski

I had to take Portuguese my sophomore and junior year to fill out my school language credit. Does that count? I come from a Spanish and Portuguese background, so I really should know more of how to speak it...

> Steph

JUST ENGLISH. I'm FRENCH CANADIAN but I can't SPEAK FRENCH.

- MAX

I know some Japanese from watching anime! I can speak it pretty well!!

~~ Richie :3

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a little bit about me: i use mirror pronouns, im latina, my favorite colors are blue and brown, im neurodivergent and also a lesbian. i have many interests and passions. i also speak four languages: spanish, english, portuguese and italian (although the last two are a bit rusty) I LOVE WRITING!!!! and i love art ♡

holii!!!! bienvenidx a mi tumblr de escritura, decime jo :)

un poco sobre mí: uso pronombres espejo, soy latina, mis colores favs son el azul y el marrón, soy neurodivergente y también lesbiana. tengo muchos intereses y pasiones. hablo cuatro idiomas: español, inglés, portugués e italiano (aunque los dos últimos están un poco oxidados) AMO ESCRIBIR!!!! y amo el arte en general ♡

[citruslullabies]

Bom dia Flaire!

So, I've been thinking in ask this question in a while now, because I don't know if you already answered a question like that but, do you speak more than one language?

I speak 2 languages, and I really love learn them

I'm Brazilian so my native language is portuguese, and writing in english can be pretty hard :'D, but I think this is the fun part of learning a new language

What do you think?

Hi hon!

So I actually do speak more than one language

I speak Spanish and German, and English (obviously).

I'm a bit rusty on my German though

And I get that! You can write in Portuguese hon, I'll translate it

[layviyu]

— ABOUT ME

WELCOME

my name's julie or julia, you can call me by any of those two!

i go by she/he, but mostly she/her! i'm also bisexual and genderfluid.

i'm from brazil, and i speak portuguese and english. apologies for any possible english mistakes on my posts since it's my second language haha. i can also understand a little bit of spanish but i'm a little rusty.

keep in mind that i'm still a minor!

MY INTERESTS

my hobbies are drawing, writing and playing games!

for games, my personal favorites are genshin, honkai impact, love and deepspace, honkai star rail, bandori and project sekai!

i am a sucker for romance! my favorite book is five feet apart (i couldn't help myself, it's soo good), my favorite movies are to all the boys i've loved before (the first one) + letters to juliet, and my favorite shows (excluding sitcoms) are stranger things and business proposal.

although i haven't watched any new animes in a while, i particularly enjoy evangelion, haikyuu and madoka magica.

i mostly listen to rock/metal, but i listen to anything, really. my top three artists are mitski, ariana grande and sza, while my favorite band is iron maiden. the only kpop groups i stan are (g)i-dle and skz, and my faves are yuqi and hyunjin!

talking about ships, for pjsk, i really like akian and shizuharu. with kpop, i'm such a dork for hyunsung. like.... show me hyunsung and depending on the interaction, i'll be giddy for a couple of hours or seven business days (i love you my darlings quokret)

in case anyone wants to add me — genshin uid: 627176824; star rail uid: 600999902

ABOUT THE BLOG

for now, i only plan to write headcanons about project sekai. but if i decide to take on another fandom, it'll probably be genshin or hsr.

but i'll make sure to warn when i begin posting things about another fandom.

[henrioo]

✦ ── SOMEONE WHO WANTS YOU: WHITEBEARD CREW

Relationships: Platonic! WhiteBeard Crew x Child! Reader, Platonic! Edward Newgate x Child! Reader, Platonic! Marco x Child! Reader, Platonic! Thatch x Gn! Reader, Platonic! Ace x Gn! Reader, Platonic! Izo x Child! Reader

Warnings: Mention of child abuse

Synopsis: What to do when no one in this world wants you? And what to do when for the first time you find someone who wants you?

Word count: 1,9k

Notes: This is my first imagine after a while without writing so I might be a bit rusty, I apologize for the translation English is not my main language. I'm going to apologize for the pronouns, the idea is to write with a neutral reader but how I translate the fics is difficult, since the neutral in Portuguese and English are different. I ask that you forgive me and read Imagining the pronouns that feel most comfortable

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His life was difficult from the beginning, his mother was the lover of a married boy from the small island where he lived, so when he found out that he had impregnated his mistress, he didn't like to become aggressive and abandon her. Your mom could have handled that awful situation in any number of ways, but she decided that blaming you for screwing up her life was the best way to go, so when you were born expecting to be welcomed with open arms and comfort, you were met with stares. disgust and disgust.

Of course, you weren't at fault, you were just a child like any other, pure and sinless. At first your mother wasn't really bad, as long as you didn't cry and cuddle her things would be fine. But as you grew up and became more like your biological father, something inside her awakened. A terrible fury awoke. It was then that the abuses prompted.

You weren't exactly rich, but soon she started to lose control and spend all her money on gambling, she started stealing both meals and even selling her clothes or toys to get more money. When you reached the age of twelve, it was clear from your appearance the suffering life you had had, your old and dirty clothes, your hair and skin not cared for, your eyes without hope and life. You're living in a world that made it clear it didn't want you, so life seemed meaningless.

So you ran away. Of course, your "mother" didn't mind going after you, maybe for her it was even better that the focus of all her anger finally disappeared. You ran as far as your legs could take you, farther than the small town they lived in. It was clear that you couldn't leave the island being so young and alone, so all you could do was run to a neighboring town that was further away from where you were born. At least there you could guarantee that you would be safe and far enough away from your former guardian.

It wasn't easy, you were small and fragile, you had to live off the pity of others and steal food in most cases. The adults were cruel and some even attacked you when they saw you stealing, throwing stones or leftover rotten food. Don't you think the people who want to help you all had their own problems, who would want a stupid kid to support? You knew that nobody wanted you, not your mother, not your father, not even those adults in the new city. You were just a burden. That's what you believed.

Then one day you saw the market getting more crowded, lots of unknown people were walking around and the traders looked both happy and worried at the same time, you weren't curious why. Getting ready for another day you bumped into a young man, the trick was simple: pretend to have accidentally bumped into someone and steal their wallet quickly. You were already getting better as the months went by, but just as you turned to run towards the alleys, a hand firmly gripped your wrist and you were forced to stay put.

"Easy there little one, you have faster em-yoi" The yellow haired guy said laughing, how did he realize that you stole his wallet? Desperation began to course through his veins and his stomach twisted at the thought of the motivation he could receive.

"What do you have there, Marco?" Another man approached, he had a long chestnut color and was carrying several bags. Next to him was another younger boy, shirtless and with black hair.

"What is it, a child?" The black haired one asked looking at you, he looked curious and confused.

"A petty thief, I guess" Marco, you seemed to understand, said and then took back the small bag of coins from your hand. You instinctively started pulling your arm hard as the tears started to flow, you didn't want to stand there and find out what your motivation for stealing was.

"What?! I can't believe you were stolen by a child!" The black-haired one spoke laughing, for him everything seemed like a big joke.

"I didn't get robbed, Ace-yoi" Marco corrected "I caught him before they could get away" He then turned to you, his eyes were serious though not causing the anger and disgust you were used to seeing. "Aren't you going to explain yourself? Small-yoi" He chuckled.

"Poor thing, he must be scared with that scowl on his face... Don't talk to him, talk to me, yes?" The man with the topknot placed the bags on the floor as he knelt down to be at your height, he reached out with his arm as if he was going to catch you. Scared, you simply screamed while using your legs that were loose to defend yourself, the problem was that you hit the guy square in the face.

"Thatch!" Marco and Ace screamed together and quickly his arm was released as both men turned to help their friend who was on his ass on the ground and holding his nose that was now bleeding.

You didn't wait another second before running through the crowd at te market. You heard voices shouting behind you but didn't turn around to find out if they were following you. When you were far from the city, deep in the woods, and your feet were already hurting, you knew you had run enough. You threw yourself against a tree while catching your breath, you had run too far and you hadn't even been able to eat, so now you were tired and hungry.

Not having the courage to go back to the market and have the chance to meet the same men and receive even worse punishment, you decided to curl up in the grass and get some sleep. Maybe at night you could go back and try to eat leftovers from the restaurants, it wasn't worth the risk of getting hurt if you went back too soon. So closing your eyes you let the light breeze and ambient heat settle you as they carried you off to dreamland.

Something was wrong. You were sure of that when you woke up with a jump, you frantically looked around, there didn't seem to be anything wrong, but your whole body said otherwise. You got up and started running while looking back trying to figure out if you were being followed. You could hear the sea and must have been starting to get closer to shore when you hit something firm and landed on your butt.

You screamed in pain and looked up in confusion, that's when you saw… A giant! You had never seen someone so big and immediately your eyes widened in shock as you thought how it was possible for someone to be so big. He had his hair tied back in a headband and wore a nice outfit but he was definitely not an ordinary person, in the background you could see a huge ship and several people walking with boxes and bags, both inside and outside.

"Then that's it?" He spoke, not to you, but to some men beside you.

"Look, we were going to look for you and you came running towards us!" Ace you recognized said excitedly "You gotta show me that kick again shorty, Thatch is still pissed off that you broke his nose!" Then he burst out laughing.

"Don't laugh about it" A man with long hair and strange traditional clothing spoke with some disappointment. He wore makeup and was extremely handsome. "Isn't this child too small?" He said looking at you.

"I told you he was tiny" Marco shrugged "But he had more quick ones to rob me in the market today, I thought it would get your attention, oyaji-yoi" He said looking at the huge man.

"Hm… let's see" the man raised his hand towards you and you immediately tried to run, but he was faster by grabbing your shirt from behind and pulling you off the ground. You fit in the palm of the man's hand and now too far off the ground you couldn't run away. "So, brat, what's your name?"

You looked around desperately, who were these people and why were they so interested in you? You initially thought they just wanted to punish you for stealing one of the members, but now your head was spinning and you thought you could be sold into slavery. You didn't want that! Then your body reacted and you bit down with all your strength on the man's palm, of course that didn't seem to have any effect, the only thing that changed was the man's face, which formed an irritated frown.

Tears were already starting to flow and you curled into a ball while thinking what they would do to you... That's when everyone started laughing, your face burned in embarrassment as you looked at everyone without understanding anything.

"They has grit, I like that!" The man holding you would laugh like he heard the best joke in the world.

"I told you" Marco laughed "When he realizes he's in an ugly situation he reacts, smart brat…"

The tall man placed you on the ground and knelt down to appear less threatening, the others beside him were smiling as if everything was going extremely well. You didn't understand exactly what was going on, but you were too scared to run away, so you just stood there waiting for someone to explain the situation.

"Let's try again, what's your name brat?" He said and now he looked a little less intimidating, although his face was still serious.

"(Y/n)" you said in a low voice, afraid to answer, you didn't know what they wanted with you.

"Hm… A good name for a little fighter… Tell me, are you alone?" You shyly nod your head "Don't you have a family?" Again you wave with a certain fear, then the man opens a gentle smile while moving his hand to lightly caress your hair "So come be my son, become part of my family, brat! You have fighter blood and don't give up easily , I like that" He chuckled again.

Did you look at him confused, son? What was this man saying? "You… You're not going to sell me into slavery?" You asked shyly, the men around made a little shocked face and looked really offended by your question.

"Slave? We are pirates but we still have morals!" The long haired man spoke.

"Yes, you don'twhat do you need to worry about, no one here is going to sell you or hurt you-yoi" Marco smiled patting him on the head "We just want you to be part of the family."

"Do you want?" His eyes glistened with newfound hope, were you really listening to that? Did anyone want you? "Do you want me? Really?"

The men seemed to understand their predicament, their gazes becoming softer and their smiles gentler.

"Yes, I want you as my son" The huge man said "My name is Edward Newgate and from today you are part of our family, brat, so don't worry about anything anymore, understood?"

You nodded as you felt tears welling up, for the first time being from joy. You were now wanted, you were now part of a family, with a father, brothers and you would have people wanting and loving you. You finally understood what this love you saw on the streets was and you were happy.

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Notes: I hope you enjoyed it, if you can tell me what you think I'll really appreciate it, it's my first story after a lockdown so I'm a little unsure, you can ask for a story too!

[auroraescritora]

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER I

Hi, how are you? This is the English version of "NÃO HÁ LUGAR COMO O LAR - PERCY/NICO AU COLEGIAL ". I usually write in Portuguese, but as I saw a lot of people who read in other languages, I decided to write this one in English too. Admittedly, I used Google and corrected what I could. I hope this is an acceptable translation, even if my writing is a bit rusty in English.

Now, for those who don't know what the story is about, here's an improvised summary: Nico is returning from Italy after spending two years there and meets Percy, the best friend he left behind, but who kept in touch in that time away. The rest develops from this reunion, and very quickly! In this story I will try to be more direct.

Thanks for the support! And good reading.

"Look who's back! The Italian boy.” Nico just had time to turn around before he was pressed against broad shoulders and strong arms that hugged him so tightly they lifted him into the air, knocking him out of breath and sending his books and bag tumbling to the floor, the door of his school locker being slammed with a loud bang.

“Perseus Jackson!”

"Only my mother calls me that."

But Percy was laughing, twirling him around in the air as people around him stared at them. Well, there was a good reason. They were right in the middle of the hallway where there were several lockers, leading to the entrance of the classrooms. Nico couldn't resist, he wrapped his arms around Percy's neck and hugged him as tight as Percy had did, burying his face against Percy's neck.

"I missed you.”

"I missed you too." Nico muttered back and pulled away, finally getting to see Percy's face.

Eyes as green as he remembered, nose straight and upturned, thin lips and wide in a pretty smile. What had changed was Percy’s height, nearly seven feet tall, and all those muscles. Where he remembered a shy and a little sad boy had turned into this... this happy and full of life man. Confident. Although he could still see the kindness and friendship that they used to have, this thing between them… having to deal with those feelings so openly still was something new. He couldn't help but compare himself to the past, where he was too young and Percy was... Percy was Percy, opening the door to his home to a sad, lonely little boy.

"Two years, huh? I thought you were never coming back."

“Hm.”

"Let me see you better." It wasn't like Percy had never seen him up close or every day for those two years on video calls. Nico had forgotten how intense Percy could be, full of touches and smiles.

Percy brought one of his hands to his face and brushed his hair back, exposing his face completely. And him? Well, Nico just stared back at Percy, as focused on the boy as Percy was on him. The truth is that all the calls and video calls didn't compare to what reality showed him, making him question what had happened to make him run away from Percy, from those gestures that felt so… so affectionate and so attentive. How dare he do this to them? Leaving the person he loved most behind? He was the most cowardly person in the whole world.

"Um... Percy? Put me down, yeah?” Nico did his best to stay serious.

"Why?”

"Don’t you have shame?”

"Have I?

Then, Percy smiled even more and finally put him on the ground to then loosen his grip on his face and waist, not pulling away completely, but leaning a little over him, as if there was something in his face that Percy needed to see more closely.

"How have you been? Why didn't you tell me you were coming back this week?”

"Why? Would you pick me up at the airport?”

“Of course, my friends deserve the best.”

“And what would that be?”

“Me, of course.”

Nico swore he was trying to be serious. The way things were going, Percy wanted something more and at the moment he wasn't ready. But it was no use, Nico grabbed Percy's shoulders and laughed; he thought it was one of the worst lines he had ever heard.

"Hey, don't laugh in my face. I'm a nice guy.”

“And very humble, too.”

"Very.” Percy said and finally released him, leaning against his side in front of the lockers, making Nico sigh in relief and picking up his things from the floor, putting them in the locker.

Sometimes Percy was a little too much for him; that was what Nico had discovered over the years in the thousands of conversations they'd had in that time. He didn't know when Percy had changed from the introverted boy to this bubbly person, but he liked it. And hated it at the same time, making his stomach flutter with anxiousness.

"Now really, how have things been?"

“You know, the same." Nico shrugged and closed the closet, taking out the books he would use that day, putting them in his bag. “Bianca came with me.”

"College?” Percy asked. “And you?”

Nico shrugged once more and leaned back against Percy's side, facing him closely again, looking at him through his lashes, trying not to show how he really felt. He didn't think he'd ever would get used to his friend's good looks, now doubled as the smooth features of adolescence gave way to defined muscles and an angular, strong face, the crooked smile, the intense gaze, the confident attitude... and... well, all of that. And much more.

"What about it?"

"What brings you back?"

“I missed home.” Nico nodded to himself. “For a while I thought it was Verona, but… I kept wondering what’s going on around here.”

"So, you decided to come back?”

“Why not? I'm turning eighteen in a few months. I wanted to use this last year and see the guys again.

Well… he wanted to see a few people again and one of them was right in front of him, looking at him as if he wanted to… as if Percy wanted to see what was inside his mind. And as it used to happen, he was the first to lose in this little game to see who looked away first.

“So… did you miss it and came to stay or…”

“I'm here to stay. Hades will come later.”

"I’m glad.” Percy said, still smiling, something more sincere and cute, like he got tired of flirting. "Maybe we can see each other later. Wanna eat something?”

"Later when?”

"Today. After basketball practice. Want to see me play?”

"Oh no! That's what I was afraid of! The high school cliché!” But he was laughing, and Percy was laughing along with him, reminding him of old times.

“You know, you can't talk about me. You were all cute and shy and you came back looking like you stepped out of an eighty’s movie. Leather jacket, ripped pants and that… is it eyeliner?” Percy approached him once more and gently cupped his chin, just another excuse to touch him, of that Nico was sure; not that he was complaining. Percy could do that and much more. “You're the perfect good boy gone bad.”

“I'm still a good boy.”

That made Percy stop for a moment, still with his hands on Nico's face, and stare at him for a long time only for a crooked smile to appear along with dimples.

"Is that so? How much of a good boy are you?”

"I don't think you'll ever find out."

One more silence and one more look that in the past would send him running for cover faster than a rocket. However, that Nico had been left behind along with his innocence.

“Hm.” Was all Percy said for a few moments, and Nico swore he was moving closer towards his face when the bell rang, interrupting them.

"Right.” Nico cleared his throat, straightening his spine and looking around. “I think I have to go.

“What's your first class?”

" English class. I need to stop by the secretary first.”

" I'll go with you.

Nico didn't even try to deny it, he had missed Percy so much that stretching things a little further wouldn't hurt. He pushed himself away from the locker and, again, something he didn't expect happened. Percy took the backpack from his shoulder, carrying it for him and with the other hand, intertwined their fingers together, pulling him smoothly through the almost empty corridor towards the administration of the school.

***

It was strange to be there after so long. The cream-colored walls were still the same, there were the same blue benches and black tables, the same wide hallways and the same cafeteria, painted the same pastel color. He even managed to recognize some familiar faces among the younger ones. It was a dejavu, except that now he saw things from above, in a distant, almost displaced perspective, where before his days were permeated by anxiety and uncertainty, now everything seemed easier and colorless, even if a little painful, but unimportant and maybe even comfortable. Maybe it was because Percy was still holding his hand, talking to the same secretary as two years ago, a woman in her fifties, always smiling and helpful.

In the end, it didn't take long for him to get his admissions papers that he would need to show his professors.

“So, English class? Double? I also have it. Let me see your schedule.”

Nico shrugged and took his class schedule out of his bag. He watched Percy take the paper from his hands, frown in concentration and hand the paper back to him, "We have most of our classes together. “Are you in the arts and music clubs? I'm into the music too. Guitar classes.”

“Seemed to be the easiest.”

"I bet.”

"Shut up.” Nico shoved Percy by the shoulders and walked out of the office. Few people knew that he had a knack for creative things and maybe he played something for Percy over the years. Well, that was none of other people's business.

“Nico, the classes have changed! We are using the auditoriums.”

"Of course.” Nico rolled his eyes and this time he wasn't even surprised when Percy reached out and touched his shoulder, his big hands sliding down his back to his waist, gently guiding him in the right direction. In fact, he didn't remember this school having an auditorium, so he let himself be guided by Percy, a warm and comfortable presence at his side.

***

When they arrived at the auditorium, the class had already started. Professor Johnson wasn't the type to mind being late if the class wasn't disrupted, that’s why Percy stood at the main entrance to the room, away from the teacher's gaze, preferring to watch Nico go down to the podium where the teacher was and deliver the paper for her to sign.

What could Percy say? Nico was a much more interesting sight at that moment, long legs covered by tight jeans, perky ass, small waist, broad shoulders, deep-set black eyes and a small mouth that always seemed to be bitten and reddened, skin tanned, looking so soft that he couldn't resist the urge to touch him as soon as he could, just to test the theory. He admitted it, he was going too fast, but two years was enough time to know if you liked someone, wasn't it? Not counting the seven years before that. Perhaps he should have gone to Italy with Nico when Hades offered, always generous even if absent most of the time.

He was snapped out of his reverie when Nico finished talking to the teacher and walked towards him, carefree and slow, as if he had all the time in the world, parading around in his punk clothes and unpretentious attitude. Why avoid something he knew would happen sooner or later? If Percy could, he would kiss Nico then and there, to end this torture that had gone on for so many years. But he could control himself, if he had waited two years, he could wait a few more days.

"All went well?”

Nico just nodded and took his hand, leading him towards the middle of the auditorium where they could get a good view of the teacher and hear what she was talking about. Percy didn't even have time to appreciate Nico taking the initiative and touching him of his own free will, although he felt he should be more concerned with the reaction of the people around them, the indiscreet stares and murmurs buzzing in his ear; he didn't exactly date boys in public, especially since Annabeth was always around to make everyone think he was with her. It was what it was, he just hoped he didn't have to punch some faces. Because he would, and gladly.

“Per?” He heard someone call him and there was only one person who still called him that. "What chapter are we in?"

"Seven.”

"Thanks.” Nico muttered more quietly than before and began to read, completely focused on the book and what the teacher was saying. Percy was left to wonder how anyone could be so cute. So lovely. Watching a small crease appear between Nico's brows, his lips set into a frustrated pout until he seemed to find what he was looking for in the book, relaxing against the seat and settling down to jot down quick notes as the teacher discussed the matter.

Then a noise came from the row of chairs above his, someone tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around and there was Grover, his oldest childhood friend.

"Who's the new kid?"

“Nico.”

“That quiet, sad boy Sally had practically adopted?' Your Italian boy? Now I understand the obsession.”

"Dude!” Percy whispered furiously. He wasn't that obsessed…was he? Percy looked to the side, just to make sure Nico hadn't heard, seeing that the boy was still focused on the class and turned back to Grover: “We'll talk later.”

"As you wish, don Juan."

"Whatever.”

Percy faced forward, leaned over Nico, seeing where they were in the book, and ignored everything else. When Nico pushed the book toward him so the two of them could read, Percy didn't hesitate. He put his arm around Nico's shoulder, put their heads together and began to read. Maybe be if he could concentrate, the little voice in the back of his mind would stop reminding him that this would lead to more trouble than he was willing to deal with.

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I hope you liked it. Updates always in Fridays or early if a have the time.

Thanks again!

[kevjrr]

helloooo kev!!

15, 26, 47 and 50 of course 🫶🏼

Hiii, anchy!!

15. you can only wear one colour for the rest of your life, what colour is it?

Probably black, people say I look good in it and well, I love black clothes (half of my closet is black hahah)

26. you can only read one book for the rest of your life. what book is it?

This is too tough of a question😭

I think Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo because it’s amazing, literally everything about it is so so good!! I love the characters too and my Dad gave it to me for my birthday, he had never given me a book before soooo this one is special haha

47. what languages do you know/want to learn?

I speak English, French, Hindi, creol, marathi (haven’t spoken this one in ages, I’m prolly rusty by now)…little bit of Spanish and Portuguese and I want to get better at these two!!

50. I LOVE YOU TOO SM🫶🏽🫶🏽

[cadecorvus]

I know Halloween/Día De Los Muertos has passed, but for my favorite holiday I wanted to try one of my favorite songs from Disney's Coco! Many apologies if some of the pronunciation is rough! I tried my best, but my Spanish is a bit rusty and I sometimes get it mixed up with my Portuguese pronunciation. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

[konako]

Not sure if this has been explored but what are your headcanons on Ruby’s ability to change during blood moons and eclipses?

Hi! I've tried explaining my headcanons on it before.

About the peak (and trick) of a Blood Moon. And the not so critical, only slight changes of a super and a micromoon. Those ramblings mostly focused on the battle power of the werewolf and the wolf's influence on the human mind, body and behaviour.

And I never get tired of talking about Ruby Lucas, so—!!

I've ranted (a lot) about how I believe the general* transformation works, from I interpreted some details of canon and some bits of dialogue and sound.

And going from that, I think I can explain how I view the differences regarding the transformation during these periods.

*by general, I mean the transformation that occurs naturally, as the wolf's instinct and the moon compels it: happening during a full moon, the peak of Wolfstime. Outside of this circumstance, we might indulge the idea of a voluntary transformation, that is willed and triggered by the human mind, only aided by the moon, but not irresistibly urged by it.

So, stay with me. A bit of work, before we start. And some tangents. But we eventually get there.

TL;DR: What Happens During a Blood Moon and A Solar Eclipse.

The true transformation behind the myth of a feral, uncontrollable, dangerous beast is the one triggered by the Full Moon. The period people came to call The Wolfstime. When wolves appear, kill and feast.

That's the case, because transformation is, truly, irresistible. The literal meaning of the word. It cannot be resisted. No will power can suppress it. Not even a trained wolf, which is later the case for Ruby, can resist it fully.

And an untrained wolf, — better yet, a werewolf that does not know they're a werewolf — will transform, uncontrollably, unconsciously, unwillingly. That's their nature and they cannot fight it.

I've talked about (sorry, it's in portuguese, I will translate it later) about how I think werewolves can, within a limit, hold back — only hold back — the transformation during a Full Moon.

[Ruby takes off the Cloak during the peak of Wolfstime and has time to talk to David and run down outside before changing]

They can't resist it completely, however. It's only a matter of time and when their energy to fight it runs out, before they're consumed by the change.

We can say that is actually dangerous for a werewolf to resist a Full Moon transformation by willpower alone. 

It’s not a practice that should be encouraged.

Ruby learned it the hard way.

For the times where a transformation is inconvenient or simply unwanted, Ruby has the Cloak and that's a magical, physical solution that doesn't involve her mind and her direct interaction/relationship with the wolf within, so it's not taken into account for this, but think with me:

If a werewolf fights back, on their strength and stubbornness alone, the transformation during a Full Moon, they're resisting the wolf and its nature. And that's one of the ways a werewolf will black out and lose control completely, being, in turn, controlled by the beast.

After 28 years without turning, Ruby feared she had become "rusty", when it came to controlling the wolf. She asked to be locked in a makeshift cage so that, if she lost control, the wolf wouldn't hurt anyone. Even aware of what made the wolf fight back and negate the human mind, she tried to fight it, afraid of that that the worst could happen. The fear of it manifested it. The transformation took over and she blacked out.

So it's not wise to try and resist the transformation for too long, or the wolf will get angry and the human mind will be suppressed in return.

Like was the case with Ruby during Child Of The Moon. That was a Ruby that had learned absolute control, ages ago! And still fell vulnerable to that trap.

She had mastered control, she used the wolf for battle, for espionage, for transport. She would come from and to battle, changing back and forth, always in control, always aware of who was the enemy and who was a friend to keep safe. 

She trusted the wolf. She trusted the control she had learned and she used it for protecting her friends. Giving them a head start, helping them get into a dangerous castle, sniffing out Knights, holding off an army alone. She was one with the wolf and that made her incredibly powerful. 

And she was that powerful for years. For an entire war or two. She was the third — and arguably The Physically Strongest — part of a fearsome Trio that defeated the Evil Queen. 

Fearsome is the word.

“I’m glad the wolf’s on our side”, is the sentiment.

Ruby’s strength was notable, in many ways. For better or for worse. To the point of being appreciated for being used for good.

But, oh, it only took her one night of doubt (preceded by 28 years of shitty self-esteem), for Ruby to lose control and, with it, her strength.

When she finally regained trust in her control, she felt empowered enough to even hold back the transformation for a bit while she finished a conversation...!

And later, way way wayyy later down the line, displaying her control in the opposite direction: she’s so secure in her ability to draw and command her own power, that she flashes her eyes golden, despite still wearing the cloak that prevents the transformation and suppresses the wolf.

And! I’m not done: She offers a ride—A literal wolf-back ride—to someone that has most likely never ridden a werewolf before. But she’s that confident in her control, that she takes on the responsibility to keep Dorothy safe (both from falling off a very fast and intense run, and from the Flying Monkeys that are pursuing them.)

And she’s so confident in that control, she convinces Dorothy Gale to trust her. (That’s her greatest feat in life)

So, okay. 

That set us up to talk about The Transformation during the Blood Moon and Eclipses.

What have we got to work with? 👏

• The Transformation most natural is the one compelled by the Full Moon in the sky.

• A Natural Transformation should not be resisted for long, at the risk of losing control.

• A Full Moon is technically always in the sky.

The moon is completely in the night sky more often than not! What qualifies as full or not is the light of the sun that the moon is reflecting back to Earth and what portion of it is hidden by the Earth’s shadow. How much of the moon is visible is what makes it full or not.

So we can argue that an experienced werewolf, with enough practice and control over their transformation, can draw power from the moon even when it’s not entirely visible, even when it’s not completely illuminated by the sun.

• A Blood Moon Is A Lunar Eclipse. Technically A Full Moon. Which Happens To Be Blocked By The Earth’s Shadow.

So what if this brief moment of a red/golden moon is the peak of a werewolf’s power. The strongest they can ever be, full power, beyond their usual limits, just for this short time. [...] 

This precious period of unrivaled power is caught between two moments of utter and complete vulnerability, when the moon is briefly gone from the sky and the wolf can’t be reached and a werewolf is reduced to a simple human for a time.

•  A Solar Eclipse Is Technically A New Moon. A New Moon That Happens To Block The Sun. 

Cool, we have our pieces. Let’s go.

A Transformation During A Lunar Eclipse. A Blood Moon.

It’s complicated. Two very different sizes of complicated, actually. 

One: The Actual Blood Moon, when the Full Moon Is Blood Red, when the wolf is at its most powerful state ever. 

It’s recommended that the werewolf doesn’t even try to resist the transformation. Or the wolf. It’s so strong, too strong, stronger than the werewolf is accustomed to, they probably wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, even if they tried it. They would most likely miscalculate the power required to hold back the transformation and end up losing control. 

So the protocol for a werewolf’s first Blood Moon is simple: surrender. 

Give in to the wolf.

They will not be able to fight their nature, and the dangers of losing control of the wolf are greatly magnified in this period. There’s too much at risk, when a wolf becomes feral during a Blood Moon. 

Everyone is encouraged to do their part and not anger an already juiced-up, overpowered, over-estimulated huge wolf. Thanks! 

But, as the twist goes, there’s the Lunar Eclipse portion: that brief window of time when the Wolf is at its strongest comes before and after a moment of extreme weakness, when the Wolf is so distant, it’s unreacheable, and the human is reduced to a basic, ordinary person for the time the Earth’s shadow takes to leave the surface of the Moon. 

The dangerous catch with that is, pay attention: when the sea recedes past below a normal low tide, comes the tsunami. 

So when the first moment of complete weakness takes over, it’s immediately mere minutes away from the highest surge of power the werewolf has ever experienced. 

That can knock someone off their usual control. That can be scary, anxiety-inducing, nerve-wrecking. That can make a werewolf think they will not be able to handle it. And that fear, like what happened to Ruby in 2x07, can be the very thing that makes the terror come true, and brings the monster forth. And, would you look at that, the monster has never been more powerful than now.

So, follow Anita’s advice: 

It will be like nothing you’ve ever felt before. [...] Your mind won’t want to believe it. It will tell you a wolf is invading your body, trying to take over. And if you believe that, for even a moment, you will black-out. And lose control.

A Blood Moon requires intense mental and physical preparation, fortitude, stability — or horrible things can happen. 

A werewolf must be ready for the highs and lows of this one unusual night, or it can be the difference between killing uncontrollably and taking conscious advantage of a great power. 

Now, onto new grounds...

A Transformation During A Solar Eclipse. A New Moon.

Now that’s an interesting sight.

What happens here?

Well, I know what is happening, in general nature. The moon has blocked the sun. 

But what happens then...?

If a werewolf draws power from the light that bounces off of the moon,  making an entirely illuminated moon (A Full Moon) its strongest pull, what happens when there’s no light at all, either reflecting from Earth to the Moon and back (A Blood Moon), or directly from the Sun, reflecting off the Moon (Any Other Moon).

Absolute silence? No wolf whatsoever? The faintest presence of a wolf, in the deepest corners of the mind? An ordinary human instead? 

The sky... it looks hollow. 

A black void where once was a sun, and the deepest shadow, where once was a moon. No light. No light to illuminate the moon, for it to shine back to the eye. Just the ghostly edges of the sun’s rays escaping the silhouette. The barely visible light around it, a ring surrounding it. 

You can see the moon, however, in some weird, special ways — with the right eye. With the right aid.

There it is. The weakest light, to make it visible. Shone from an extraordinary source. Extraordinary: non-ordinary. Not usual. Not what would normally illuminate the moon.

 Whosever light shines on it first, has the claim to the sight. Owing the view of the moon, for the time it can see it.

So...

Stay with me for this proposal.

What if, for the Hollow Sky, The Deep Shadow, The Darkest Moon... There is no one in control. Not the wolf, not the human. A Hollow Beast. Up for the taking.

If you can shine light on it, you can see it. 

Whoever whispers to the wolf, has it on their palm. 

Whoever has a hold of it, has its obedience. Has its loyalty. Has its control.

A very dark day, that will be.

[skepticalarrie]

Hi Allie, I think I have seen you answered some questions about your experience in England recently and know that you are actually from Brazil. Do you speak English as a mother language or just learnt it in school and only use it on the internet or on studies/works? I ask this because I only use English on the internet and read the news and still I have so many unknown words to learn... I have also learnt another language in college, and I am really into languages but I just do not feel like remembering all the vocabularies. I would like to know your experience in languages since you speak both English and Brazilian Portuguese. If the question sounds too personal to answer, please just ignore me.

Hi, darling. No, it’s okay! I will be happy to help. I’m going to answer under the cut because that's a long one:

So, the thing is… I barely spoke any english until I was like 18, I think?! I learned a bit of english at school like everyone in brazil but, honestly, what we learn is not even enough to form a coherent sentence, is it? I think the internet (but mostly songs and video games) helped a little bit when I was younger as well but I never really felt interested enough to *actually* learn a language.

What pushed me to finally learn it properly and for good was my ex. He speaks surprisingly very good english since he was younger, so that motivated me a lot. So honestly, I just decided to put a lot of effort into it because I thought it would be something useful in the future for me. And I know it sounds cliché saying that but what is going to bring your english to the next level- especially in terms of vocabulary - is to really immerse yourself as much as possible. What worked for me was to do everything I already did in portuguese also in english. So… books, podcasts, movies, songs, youtube, twitter, etc etc. Really, everything! Learning a new language as an adult can be really tricky, it’s not easy, so the only way of building a solid foundation is to get in touch with it as much as possible. I never really learned english properly, to be honest… like, actually studying. It was from reading and listening to other people talk. Plus, I also travelled a lot during that time, so it helped to improve my speaking a lot as well. And then my ex was transferred to England and I wanted to do a postgrad course there so I had a goal in mind and I studied for the IELTS test and I did pretty well!! And obviously living there and going to uni made my english 100x better. I barely spoke any portuguese while living there. I think one of the main reasons why brazilians can’t speak good english most of the time it’s because we’re lazy 😂 we look for other brazilians to speak portuguese, we try spanish before trying english. And not doing any of that and immersing myself as much as I could was the best thing I did. And of course, university helped a lot, especially with having to write stuff on more of an academic level.

Right now my life is really confusing when it comes to that hahaha I’m back living in Brazil for four years already, and in the first two I completely stopped practising, I was soooo rusty!! When I realised that, I immediately tried to get back to the things I used to do before. So I *never* see anything with subtitles in portuguese, always english or no subtitles. I only read books in portuguese when they’re originally in portuguese, otherwise, I *always* get the english version. It’s the small things and the consistency, to be honest. Coming back to blogging also helped me so much! Now I talk with you guys every single day, so I’m always practising. It helps a lot! It’s important to practice expressing yourself in english and not only listening and reading it. My speaking, though, is kind of rusty because I don’t really practice as much as I should but oh well 🫠 Sometimes I use english at work, but it’s not something that is really required at my job, it’s just a convenience I guess. So I just try to make good use of it in other areas of my life as much as I can. I know sometimes is harder because it didn’t come naturally to me as it did for some other people.. I see younger people online now, and everything is so globalized! It’s so much easier to practice and learn it. So my advice to you, anon, is simply: practice practice practice! Especially if you still feel like you’re weak in vocabulary and you’re learning it as an adult.

[astrcthesiai-archived]

My name is Mage or Star. I am a little rusty after a few months. astrcthesiai is named after the Astrothesiai which in ancient Greek terms are the constellation spirits in our skies. I am a creator, and make OCs than I pick up canon characters. I am taking my sweet time with the creator aspect of my life though. The canon characters I do pick up are those I like and do remind me of myself.

I am selective with who I follow, due to personal circumstances. I roleplay in English as it is my mother language. My grammar is in American English. You do not have to match me. I can read a little bit of Portuguese (Brazilian) and Spanish.

I am neuro-divergent. I do have hyper fixations and little bursts of energy for certain things at a time. Give me a poke if you need a reply and it has been at least a couple of weeks.

I am slow when it comes to replying things. Please do not rush me, it may take a couple of weeks for me to reply with something I feel is quality.

I unfollow those who make me uncomfortable. If it is you, please do not come after me. You are a great roleplayer in your own right. You will have another amazing partner, I'm sure.

If I am following someone you have blocked, please use blacklist/filter because I will tag the person in my posts with whom I am talking to/referring.

Do not under any circumstances pressure me in any way to unfollow someone you dislike or had a problem with. Chances are this will get you unfollowed and maybe hard-blocked. Please let me come to my own conclusions.

I will try to make use of the new mature post function for mature roleplays and tag accordingly. Should I forget, please send me an ask.

I am selective with my romantic shipping. Muns must be 20+. Muses must be 18+. Anything explicit will be placed in read-mores.

I roleplay original character x canon character, if you have a problem with this, please do not follow? I do roleplay oc x oc and canon x canon.

I expect a bio for original characters and sometimes for canon characters I do not know. If you do not have one, have a list of headcanons linked in your rules or navigation please. Or I won't follow. I need a good idea on how to roleplay with your depiction of a character or OC.

Tag your images of eye horror before following me. Thank you.

I don't like too many rules, but I will add more as a I see fit.

[1337wtfomgbbq]

Nelson: *ranting about Ayrton in portuguese*

Elio: Sorry, my portuguese is a bit rusty... does 'foda-se ele' mean 'screw him' or 'shoot him'?

Nelson: Screw him.

Elio, kicks ground: Aw man😮‍💨

[ravenlesslangblr]

So I did all of the Duolingo placement tests

Related to this post I saw a few requests to post the results of all my placement tests, so let's go! Long post and a lot of rambling ahead! So my friend and I did the tests chronologically (leaving the High Valyrian and Klingon out until the end in case we got too tired), but I'm going to group them up here in an order that makes sense.

Each of the numbers means the number of skills I've tested out of/the number of 'crowns' I got in each language. Since I got to complete the placement test 37 times in total, I could actually find out how it works. It is pretty hard to try and cheat your way through it with a language you don't know, because if the test picks up on a fact that you messed up a 'beginner sentence', it immediately sends you back to the basics. Due to this, some results were a tiny bit upsetting, but later on, I realised that this is just how the test works and is not necessarily reflective on one's language skills. Another thing that is super important - the test reflects your knowledge of the Duolingo course rather than your actual language knowledge. I could actually prove this 'theory' to myself later on with some results.

My 'main' languages aka the languages I did well on and I kind of expected to:

Irish 48 French 42 German 51 Honestly, I was a bit more open not to do so well on French since it's become quite rusty and I'm experiencing some kind of a mental block with it, but I still did quite well! As for German and Irish - I would have been so upset had I gotten a single mistake. And it has not happened in either case.

My native language: Czech 31 This one honestly made me lol, because I have made 2+ mistakes and the Duolingo course is just strange. It called me out on my use of nějaký and některý where I was like 'There's a difference? o.O' and at one point it used the verb 'left' for 'forgot', which I did figure out correctly, but it was yet another sign that the course/placement test isn't very accurate yet when it comes to Czech. Languages I did well on because they are similar to a language that i already speak: Spanish 12 Italian 14 (well, I briefly studied Italian, so some credit there as well) Portuguese 3 (surprising since I mostly guessed) Polish 24 Ukrainian 17 Yiddish 5 (I LOVED the Yiddish placement test! I will definitely try the Duolingo course)

Other languages I have done before: Welsh 3 Esperanto 9 I was quite disappointed in both of these (Welsh broke my heart!) but I think this is just a testament that the placement tests aren't reflective of your language knowledge, but of your Duolingo topics knowledge. I haven't done much of Welsh or Esperanto on Duolingo since I studied them at university. I'm not fluent in either, so it really boils down to what I was taught. More proof are the next languages Dutch 22 Scottish Gaelic 20 These are the two lanuages I have studied almost exclusively on Duolingo only. I also definitely have a better knowledge of Welsh and Esperanto than Gaelic and Dutch. But the tests went much much better for these, because I already knew the topics that Duolingo was going to ask me. And now for the Nordic languages: Swedish 18 Norwegian 16 Danish 7

Honestly, I think it's hilarious that I did better at Swedish than Norwegian, when the only reason I did well at Swedish was because of Norwegian. Also, the articles are still super confusing to me and it was a source of many frustrating mistakes! Speaking of mistakes - I don't think that the test takes into account what kind of mistakes you made. It could be a missing article (which imo is a pretty minor one) or you could pick an adjective for a verb and both of the mistakes will be marked down the same. This one was pretty frustrating and prevented me from doing well on languages that I was actually okay at. Languages I've failed and it was quite upsetting: Korean 0 Russian 0 Latin 0 I have been learning some Korean on Lingodeer (mostly reading Hangul), so I expected to utilise some of these skills on Duolingo. Not the case. My Russian - I can read and understand - just like Ukrainian that I did pretty well on in comparison.... and it all boiled down to me confusing some things and not knowing what 'a horse' was. Boom, 'let's start from the basics'. Same with Latin - I have studied it briefly and was able to understand, but I haven't touched it in a while and completely forgot some minor things, which the placement test picked up on immediately. Also! When you're not doing well, the placement test almost taunts you! They keep giving you the same stuff over and over until you remember it and it feels like there's some hope for you. But no, still back to basics! it's quite mean! haha And here's the languages I have also failed, but it wasn't surprising:

Japanese 0 Mandarin 0 Hindi 0 Arabic 0 Turkish 0 Greek 0 (this is an example of the one I thought I was doing well on) Vietnamese 0 Hebrew 0 Indonesian 0 Hawaiian 0 Finnish 0 (bit sad since I really want to learn Finnish) Romanian 0 (I was super surprised here since I somewhat expected to be able to understand it more) Swahili 0 (again I really enjoyed it! Will check out the course on my actual account) Hungarian 0 (another one i thought I did well on haha) Navajo 0 (also will check out the course!) And the fictional ones - no one's surprised, even though High Valyrian was giving me some hope: High Valyrian 0 Klingon 0 Also, is this a testament of how eurocentric my language interest is? Yep, pretty much. I am quite aware and I'd like to broaden my interests, but then again, it's not that easy. Still all in all, this was so much fun, even though it was a bit tiring and frustrating at times. However, once you find out that there's no point in trying to bs the languages you don't know/recognise anyway, then it gets a bit easier. Let me know if you try and honestly, congrats if you've read up until here, I don't even have the patience to re-read this post :D @dutch-polyglot , @anthropologicle and everyone else who liked/reblogged :)

[ark-vy]

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