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[cristianlisandru]

Un simplu gând de Mărțișor...

Un simplu gând de Mărțișor, Ca un afront adus uitării, Ca val supus la malul mării, Ca ultim și continuu dor. De regulă, primim facturi, Primim somații și acuze, Prin lumea rătăcită-n scuze Sărutul moare fără guri. Un simplu gând de Mărțișor E laitmotiv pentru iubire Și, ca semnal în nevorbire, E un mister încântător. Cu siguranță sunt excepții, Chiar Mărțișorul e în trend, Semnează iarna cu ”The…

[ghostofskywalker]

Hi! Im not sure if you're still taking requests for your clone-urary event, but here I got. Could I request an F!Reader x Fox with the prompt "Do you want to go out sometime...?" || "Like a date?" || "Y-yeah, like a date".

It gives me a idiots in love to idiot lovers' vibe.

this is such a cute prompt, and fox was fun to write it with! i tried to go for the mutual pining/they both don't realize the other feels the same way vibe, and i still have your other request in my inbox, i hope to start on that soon!

What Happens To The Caf Machine (Sometimes Leads to The Admittance of Feelings)

words: 1,395

summary: As the caretaker of the Senate Archives, you don't usually see too many people. But when the Coruscant Guard's caf machine is out of commission one morning, your favorite trooper comes in to ask a favor, and things blossom from there.

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“Good morning Commander!” you said brightly as Fox’s telltale red helmet appeared in the doorway of the Senate Archives. 

“Good morning,” he greeted in return. While the cadence of his voice was nowhere near as cheery as yours had been, you didn’t think much of it. With the workload that he had and the amount of stress that undoubtedly rested on his shoulders, you didn’t blame him for not being cheery this early in the morning. “Can I use your caf machine?” 

“Of course,” you said, watching as he stepped behind your large desk and crossed the doorway into your small office. His visits to your little office in the Archives had become something of a routine at this point, and you’d be lying if you said you disliked it. You technically shared the sprawling basement of the Senate building with the headquarters of the Coruscant Guard, and lately Fox had been making regular appearances throughout the day, whether it was because he had something to ask you, or to just hide away in the stacks of books and documents for a little while.

“Thorn hogging your machine again?” you asked, stifling a laugh as you watched him survey the small collection of mugs you had amassed in your time here. Unlike the times you had been in his break room, where it seemed every trooper used the same blank white drinkware for their caf, your mugs were bright, colorful, and sometimes oddly shaped. 

“Thorn broke our machine,” was Fox’s answer, finally pulling out a pale blue mug with the first initial of your name on it. “The di’kut said he would fix it, but last time he said that, the machine ended up exploding all over the next person who tried to make some caf.” 

Laughter bubbled from your lips as you considered the sight in your mind’s eye. “And who was the unlucky victim?” 

Fox removed his helmet, allowing you to see the serious expression on his face. “Me,” he deadpanned. 

You laughed once more, playfully ignoring the glare he shot you. “Well, no matter what happens to your caf machine, you can alway come in and use this one. Even if I’m not here.” 

“Thank you,” he said sincerely, face softening at your words. 

When the counter top contraption finally whirred to life and began to dispense (heavenly-smelling) caf into the mug, you smiled, starting a conversation you seemed to have every single time he was here. “I have milk and creamer in the small chiller over there, and there should be some sweetener packets resting in the bowl next to the machine if you want them.” 

And like every time you had made the offer before, you received the same answer. “No thank you, black caf is just fine with me.” 

You smiled, watching as he moved out of the office and back towards the entryway to the archives. “I know, but it’s here if you ever change your mind.”

Selfishly, you wanted him to stay. Your fascination with the marshal commander of the Coruscant Guard had done nothing but grow in recent rotations, and it was spiraling to full-on crush territory. You wanted to learn everything about him, to spend as much time together as the galaxy would allow, and you desperately wanted to make him laugh. While you had seen the commander’s smile on a few prior occasions, the sound of his laughter was still elusive, and it was very quickly becoming your most important mission. 

“I’ll bring your mug back when I’m done,” he said, and you smiled. 

“I’m not worried about that,” was your response. “Besides, I know where you work.” 

A smile crossed his lips as well, and what sounded like the barest beginnings of a laugh formed before the expression faded. Well, at least you knew he liked your jokes. “Thank you,” he said, nodding at you with an appreciative expression before putting his helmet back on and heading out the door. 

As you waved goodbye to him and began your actual tasks for the day, you couldn’t help the way your mind wandered to daydreams of the commander, and the way you hoped that his caf machine remained out of commission for the foreseeable future. 

***

It wasn’t until a few hours later that you saw Fox again, and you looked up from the document you were transcribing with a smile as he walked through the door again, the mug you had lent him earlier safe and sound in his hands. It was something of a welcome surprise to see that he wasn’t wearing his helmet. “I came to return this,” he said, gently passing the mug from his hands to yours. “And to thank you again.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “Did Thorn fix your caf machine?” 

Fox shook his head. “He’s attempting to as we speak. From the profanity I heard coming from the break room walls, I don’t think it’s going that well.” 

You laughed. “Well, at least there haven't been any explosions yet.” 

But it seemed the galaxy wanted to showcase its comedy skills in this moment, because right after you finished speaking, the sound of something echoed through the walls, shaking some of the tomes as they sat upon the archive’s endless shelves. It was silent in the room for a moment as you and Fox locked eyes, and then the very thing you had been hoping for happened: the commander began to laugh. It was a joyful sound that you immediately decided you wanted to hear every single day for the rest of your life, and it didn’t take more than a second for you to join in. 

“Well,” you said, after finally composing yourself. “I guess you’ll be using my caf machine for a little longer then.” 

“I suppose so,” he responded, and you couldn’t help but stare at the way his face changed as he smiled. There was no telling what stress he was subjected to on a daily basis, but right now, as some of that seemed to have slipped away, he looked almost younger. “I’ll have to start bringing my own mugs and ground caf."

“Oh please, don’t even worry about it!” 

“No, I couldn’t-” 

“Fox,” you said, cutting him off. “You’ve seen my mug collection, you know I have more than enough. And the caf here is stocked by the Senate, I don’t pay a credit for it.” 

He paused for a moment before speaking again. “I still want to thank you for your kindness though.” If you didn’t know any better, you would almost say that the look on his face was one of nervousness. 

“Well, you don’t have to bring me caf to do that,” was your response, and you kept talking before you could really process what was coming out of your mouth. “Do you want to go out sometime?” 

Your words had clearly come as a shock to him, and his eyes widened as he took in your words. Thankfully though, he didn’t shoot you down right away, and the voice he responded with was much softer than you had ever heard before. “Like a date?”

Kriff it, you might as well own this now. If he refused, maybe you could still be friends, or at least friendly acquaintances. “Y-yeah, like a date.” 

But to your surprise, he didn’t pull a face and awkwardly try to end the conversation. “I’d like that,” he said quietly. 

Right as you were about to speak, the comm device on his wrist started to blare, and it was clear that either the situation with the caf machine had suddenly gotten a lot more involved, or something else had happened that needed his attention. “I’m so sorry,” he said. 

“Don’t worry about it, I know you’re an important guy around here,” you responded, grabbing a piece of flimsi from your desk and quickly scribbling something on it. “Here’s my comm frequency, maybe we could go out for dinner when we’re both off.”

He smiled, quickly silencing the ringing as he grabbed the flimsi from your hands. “That sounds great.” 

He was out the door seconds later, but you didn’t blame him for the interruption. Looking back at the mug he had returned, you couldn’t help but smile, because even though nothing was set in stone just yet, you had a date with Commander Fox.

- the end -

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[abidethetempest]

I'm all done with the translation! Here it is:

[What are you planting?]

Kiisaabt yethikis drohs?

[A tree.]

Eshyk.

[It’s so tiny, Why not plant something that will grow fast and make us food?]

Liium keh, saabt nam yethikis liistyris. chiiyek kiisaat taap paviis elan tanis?[1]

[A tree is good for many things, Shelter, firewood, fruit.]

Eshyk azeyr'iir shurs kisaatas chiiyek[2], isheyth, orrhabraak[3], tani.

[But not for years. And you’ll probably be dead before it’s tall enough for any of that.]

Mrand preyta aalos ikrim. Taap drohs ikrimesyk vath'iir vuksa briiv or'nask uraris saafal eyd giire.

[Most likely, But my brother will live to see it.]

Ikrimesyk, drand leyryo eyd ak liisun biiris.

[1]: I couldn't find a word for food, so I just used the plural of berry.

[2]: I couldn't find the word for 'for' besides the high-register one, so I made Aakse basically say "A tree is surrounded by good things"

[3]: Couldn't find a word for 'firewood' so I mashed together the words for 'fire' and 'extension'

If there's anywhere I messed up, it's probably in verb tense, but, eh.

Fantastic work!! Well done on using "drohs" for when Vreyikir is talking to Aakse to reflect her higher rank. And I like how creative you were with substituting word and playing with meaning to get around not having every word you needed to translate directly. Also good memory that Aakse's brother is younger.

If you want feedback, I only really see two big mistakes. First, you don't conjugate all of the verb. Verbs ending in -is are in the infinitive form, so they aren't conjugated yet. So, for example, in the first sentence it should be [Kiisaabt yethik drohs?] since yethik would be conjugated for present simple tense.

The other big thing I noticed is that you seem to use English word order for the most part, but Eliksni actually has a Verb-Subject-Object order as opposed to English Subject-Verb-Object.

There are some smaller corrections I have if you want to hear them, but overall I think you did very well and I'm so honored you shared it with me!

[officialromaniantranslatiuni]

uwu echipa ministeriala a reciclat urarea de anul trecut si totusi se asteapta ca elevii de clasa 8 sa dea dovada de originalitate uwu

tanti reporter de teren de la pro tv vrea sa inventam urari noi

doamne feri sa aiba elevii de clasa 8 gandire creativa

[omararnaout]

Va multumesc pentru urari! Bunul Dumnezeu sa intoarca in vietile voastre gandurile voastre bune inzecit. Va iubesc!

[foreverdreamer30]

Sper sa aveti un Craciun cat mai minunat, sa va bucurati de el si sa vina Mosul la toti .:P  ♥ Love you! ♥

[exclusivfm]

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[epauzaklub]

Mesaje de la multi ani de 18 ani, urari, sms, felicitari

[bluedrawsanddreams]

OTP-urary Day #11: Genderswapped

Plus redesign of fem!Rodney