Roy: Just now you were checking my head weren’t you?
Riza: No I wasn’t…
Roy: …. my hair i-
Riza: I wasn’t.
3Koma titled “Arekara” (Since then/that incident) by Hiromu Arakawa, featuring Roy and Riza. It was included in the Blu-Ray Box set of Fullmetal Alchemist, on sale since 2015 for celebrating the 10 years anniversary of the anime (Conqueror of Shamballa in fact).
always hated visiting my grandpa’s old cabin. That might make me seem
spoiled or ungrateful. What kid doesn’t enjoy seeing her grandpa?
Especially considering he was the only grandparent I had ever known.
Both of my mom’s parents were killed in a car accident before I was
born, and my dad’s mom walked out on him when he was very young. He
still doesn’t know where she is or if she’s even alive. So that only
leaves my paternal grandfather. My parents desperately wanted me to have
a good relationship with him. My dad insisted that, although Grandpa
was stern and quiet, he really did love me. He just didn’t know how to
express it. I figured that was probably true, but it didn’t change the
fact that trips to his house were filled with idle hours watching
television and reading while he worked during the day, followed by
awkwardly silent dinners in the evenings. I rarely saw him, and he
seldom spoke in any loving way. He just kept a wary eye on me, like he
was waiting for me to break something of his or talk out of line.
Still, my parents insisted on sending me to spend a week with him
every summer since I was ten- old enough to look after myself for the
day. I had visited his isolated cabin in the woods several times before
with my parents, but this would be the first time I stayed overnight by
Roy has just finished talking to The Oaks’ administration in his father’s office when Georgina knocks on the door. He hangs up the phone and yells out for her to come in. Roy: Well, that’s Bunty sorted. She’s in there for 6 weeks, initially. There’s usually an 18 month waiting list and there’s also supposed to be an extensive pre-assessment before they accept new patients, but I managed to pull a few strings. Because I’m da man. Booyah! Georgina: How did you do that? Roy: Because I’ve sent so many of my clients there over the past couple of years I practically have my own parking spot. They owe me. Big time. Yep, it’s my world, baby. Everyone else just lives in it.
Georgina strolls over to the window, turning her back on him to hide her smile. Georgina: That’s excellent, Roy. But you’d better enjoy your smugness while you can, because it looks like your plan to sneak off behind your wife’s back has been thwarted. She’s insisting that you come into town with us. If I didn’t know better I’d say… it’s almost as if she doesn’t trust you being left on your own. Roy:Shit. Why couldn’t you have made something up? Like told her I have to stay here to keep an eye on Mother? Georgina: Because lies don’t just roll off my tongue like they do with you, brother dear. And also because Mother’s not even here. She’s spending the day volunteering at the library like she does every Tuesday. So I guess your nefarious little scheme has been screwed, whatever it was. Roy: It’s no biggie. I’ll just have to use Plan B. Georgina: What’s Plan B? Roy: Telling you the truth.
I saw someone headcanoning Freed to be too independant-minded to let anyone take care of him or potential lovers pamper him and I must say that this person really hit my own imagination spot-on.
– submitted by anonymous
This is a translation of the Gnommish written at the
bottom of the pages of the novel Artemis
Fowl: The Last Guardian, written by Eoin Colfer. Punctuation and
embellishments such as hyphens, apostrophes, and italics have been added. The
English translation is as follows:
The last will and
testament of Artemis Fowl the Second.
the final wishes of Artemis Fowl in the event of his death at the hands of the
pixie Opal Koboi.
he survive for forty-eight hours after the date of writing, this will becomes
null and void and shall have no weight in any court, human or fairy.
Artemis Fowl the Second, being of exceedingly sound mind and reasonably sound
body, bequeath my estate and advice as follows.
my father, I leave the three hundred million dollars in bearer bonds that are
hidden, believe it or not, under my own bed, the last spot anyone would think
to look, and possibly the most booby-trapped place on earth. Butler will know
to disengage the security measures.
my darling mother, I leave my stocks portfolio, including my shares in ethical
funds and registered charities, which I know she will manage with the usual
moral determination, and I also bequeath to her the department store on New
York’s Fifth Avenue, which I had planned to give to her on her birthday.
wish my brother Myles to inherit my laboratory and all its equipment, with
access to the special projects room to be granted on his eighth birthday, when
he will be mature enough to deal with other dimensions, alien, and time travel.
my brother Beckett, I have purchased a lifetime’s supply of slime, so he can
coat himself in gunge as often as he pleases. I also wish Beckett to have the
ant farm, provided he promises not to eat any of the ants.
faithful bodyguard, Butler, is of course entitled to his generous severance
package, and is under no obligation to stay on, but it would be greatly
appreciated if he renewed his contract and remained in the employ of the Fowl
family. Apart from his pension, I wish Butler to become legal owner of the apartments
in which he has lived since I was born, and the dojo where he tried to teach me
Juliet Butler, who has protected my brothers so faithfully, I leave my sound
system, which is based on gel speaker technology, and which should make even
her collection of modern music sound reasonably non-offensive. I also leave to
Juliet the three sports cars, and a lifetime subscription to the wrestling
my friend Captain Holly Short of the Lower Elements Police, I leave the
thirty-seven solid gold bars that were the price of her release when I kidnapped
her all those years ago. I know that I can never make up for that crime, but hopefully
you can think of me as a friend, when you do think of me.
the dwarf Mulch Diggums, I leave the refrigerated warehouse in London Docklands
that is stocked with enough frozen chicken to satisfy even his appetite for
the centaur Foaly, I leave the blueprints to an interstellar craft that is so
advanced, it makes his spacecraft look like hot air balloons. I have hidden the
designs inside his own system, where he would never think to look for them. To
find them, Foaly must open his own security file to me, blink eight times, and
say the words, “Artemis Fowl is smarter than I am.” I this does not work, then
at least I will smile in the afterlife.
This is repeated as many times as the number of pages
in the novel permits.
Request: Hey, i was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is best friend with newt (but secretly love him) and ever since she came up to the glade she was bilingual (english and german) and one day she was bored and decided to annoy newt by only speaking german to him all the time and he learned a bit german without her knowing and one day she confessed her love to him in german thinking he didn’t understand but he did and then answered in german he loved her too and then all fluff.
A/N: ;) you got it, love. (Just a warning I’m bilingual with only French and English :( so I do not know a single little word of German except for Hello. So I used Google translate. If it isn’t 100% correct I’m so sorry.)
Maybe it’s my naivety that constantly pulls me into situations like this. Ever since I’ve arrived in the Glade with the first group sent up, I’ve known Newt was completely different from the rest. It’s something about his natural knack for leadership and his compassionate yet badass personality that pulled me in in the first place. Yet, it’s my naivety that keeps pulling me back to him in this way. Newt is my best friend and I wouldn’t ever want to ruin a friendship yet my naive little mind wanders to every possible fantasy about him and I see a relationship hidden here. I see him and I together. I see him and I in love.
I watch him from my own spot in the gardens, hoodie stripped off and around his waist as he bites his lip in concentration. He’s hunched over, the sun beating down against his sun-kissed and sweat-drenched self. Basically, I’m drooling.
“Hey!” I hear from behind me and feel a light tap on the shoulder to see Fry Pan glancing down at me with a sly smirk.
“What?” I ask and nearly jump a few feet into the air at the shock.
“When you’re done checking out Newt for the billionth time, can you bring over some corn for the Bonfire tonight and do it soon.” He says and keeps the same smirk on his face as he turns to walk away. Pretty much everybody in the Glade knows about my feelings for him. Everybody except him. It’s not that hard to tell honestly.
While I start on the corn, my mind starts to wander again not caring if anybody makes fun of me for my crush. I daydream often about Newt, about things like kissing him and just mundane things about him that I love so dearly. Thomas says he thinks I’m obsessed.
“Hey, Y/N.” I hear Newt’s familiar voice call from in front of me and he waves, making his way over, “What are you doing?”
I open my mouth to respond but then shut it, an idea sparking in my mind. Maybe I should mess with him (Newt and I have an on going prank war/joke thing going on. We’re always messing with one another and pushing each other’s buttons. Trust me, this is super common behavior for us both.)
“Ich bekomm gerade Maiskolben für die Küchen.” (Translation: I’m getting corn for the kitchens) I say and chuckle softly to myself at the perplexed look he shows to me in shock of the sudden language change. He knows I speak German as well as English but I never do it with him.
“English. Please, kid.”
“Ich würde lieber nicht.” (Translation: I’d rather not)
He just shakes his head at me and laughs along and I take the moment he looks down at the ground to look at him, taking in all of his beautiful features. I love his eyes. I love his subtle freckles, the kind you don’t see unless you’re real close. I love him. He’s beautiful. Inside out.
“You’re a lot of trouble you know that, Y/N?” Newt says in a teasing voice and looks up into my eyes. I simply nod and focus back on the work, needing to rush this over to Frypan.
We pile everything into the wooden basket Frypan put down for the corn and I lift it up in my arms, ready to go over to the kitchens.
“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out during the Bonfire tonight like usual? Maybe go to our usual spot out in the woods?” Newt asks me and an instant smiles invades my face.
Ever since Newt and I became close friends, we skipped Bonfire nights. Not because we dislike them but simply because we like only each other’s company far more than the entire glade smudged into one area, forced to socialize with the Greenie. We have a spot out behind the Deadheads, it’s a meadow and you can perfectly see the sky from there. We usually just sit and talk for hours or look at the stars. Maybe dance (even without music) and I’ve kissed him there once. It wasn’t like I was making a move on him back then but, we were both curious one day and never had kissed somebody before (clearly). So, it came up in conversation one night in the Meadow and we both wanted to as long as we still kept friends afterwards. It wasn’t a full blown makeout session. It only lasted about six seconds actually. I just remember how it felt to be kissing him, his lips were soft and warm. It was slow and passionate. But when we pulled away, I was ripped out of fantasy world and dropped into reality. The reality where we were only friends. The reality where it was only a little bit of platonic experimentation in the dead of night. In the reality where we live on borrowed, ticking down time in the Glade.
Everybody here acts like we’re dating and I could see why, even though nobody knows we’ve kissed. Sometimes he’ll run up behind me and snake his arms around my waist, sometimes he’ll sneak up on me and throw me over his shoulder running around the Glade with me in his grip like a complete shucking lunatic. My permanent nickname is “kid”. He gives me piggy back rides to work when I’m groggy in the morning and we’re always together. I can see why many of them think we should be a thing yet, we aren’t sadly. No matter how much I want it. We never will be.
“Ich würde es gerne tun.” (Translation: I’d love to.) I say with a beaming grin in return and he smiles back, despite not being able to understand me I think my smile got the general point across.
“See you at the meadow, kid.” He says and laughs, patting my head as if I’m a child.
“Halte den Mund, halt den Rand, Halt die Klappe. Ich bin älter als Sie!” (Translation: Shut up, I’m older than you!)
I steady the basket of goods in my arms and walk across the Glade to deliver these to Fry, shaking my head at my younger best friend. Isn’t he just a ball of sunshine?
By the time bonfire time rolls around, I’m already making my way over to our usual meeting place. Newt is like a sweet escape from this place. I know all the pain the Glade has put him through, for god sakes I sat by his bed as he healed from his suicide attempt for a whole month. If it’s hurt anyone the most, it’s him. But he helps me escape from the dark place memories like those take me to. I look into his eyes and feel all the dark klunk mellow out for a few moments. He’s my sunshine.
“Hey!” He says as I find him laying down on the meadow floor, laying down on a blanket I presume he stole from the Medjack hut as per usual on meadow nights.
“Hallo.” I say and try not to laugh keeping the German speaking thing going with him today. I’m very fond of the fact that annoying each other is a past time of ours.
“Still keeping up the German thing. Jesus, kid, you don’t give up do you?” He asks with a small laugh and pats the empty spot next to him for me to lay.
“Nein, tue ich nicht.” (Translation: No I do not.)
I lean back against the ground, shutting my eyes as the night breeze blows over our heads. We both sit in silence, staring up at the sky that is dazzling with stars tonight in complete awe.
“The sky is beautiful.” He whispers, almost to himself.
Since he can’t understand me, I take it upon myself I secretly admit things to him… even if he won’t ever know what they are. What harm could it do? It’s no like he will know.
“Du bist wunderschön.” (Translation: you’re beautiful.) I say softly and turn my head to face him, observing his every detail.
If it wasn’t so dark out, I’d swear he’s blushing right now.
After another long pause I speak again, but this time it’s more. This time it’s all I’ve wanted to say to him for years.
“Ich habe einige Sachen, von meiner Brust zu erhalten. Ich war nicht ehrlich zu dir,”
I continue on without moving an inch, “Ich liebe dich. Ich habe immer.” (Translation: I have some things to get from my chest and I haven’t been honest with you. I love you. I always have.)
Newt pauses, his breath hitching in his throat and I can visibly see the change in his demeanor. Why’s he acting different? For a few minutes he stares at the sky with an empty eyed stare, scaring me senseless. What’s wrong with him? He eventually turns to his side, facing me, our faces nearly touching.
“Ich liebe dich auch, Y/N.” He whispers as he holds my face in his left hand, his thumb softly caressing down my cheek.
As the words leave his mouth my heart nearly stops.
(Translation: I love you too, Y/N.)
“You understand me?” I ask in utter shock at two truths I’ve come to realize right now.
One: He’s understood German this entire time.
Two: HE SHUCKING LOVES ME.
“Ich habe dich geliebt, seit wir hier auf der Wiese geküßt haben und ich glaube ehrlich, du bist die schönste Person, die ich je gekannt habe. Du bist so lustig und du bist mein bester Freund. Ich würde abstürzen und ohne dich verbrennen.” He speaks eloquently and fluently, not stuttering or stopping.
(Translation: I’ve loved you since we’ve kissed here in the meadow and I honestly believe you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known. You’re so funny and you’re my best friend. I would crash and burn without you.)
I almost start crying right here, his words, the ones I’ve been wanting to here for the most of our friendship finally are said aloud.
He looks into my eyes and I almost melt, he’s been hiding all along. Just like me. We’ve both been pining after each other for two years now, not knowing we loved each other back.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask in a hollow voice, still shocked as he comfortingly strokes my hair out of my face.
“I was afraid, Y/N. Aren’t you? You only told me when you thought I had no idea what you’re saying. I just-I love you. I don’t want to hide it anymore.” He explains in a hushed tone as I nod softly in agreement.
He’s not wrong. The single reason I said it was because I didn’t think he knew what it meant. Little did I know, he’s fluent in German.
“Küss mich.” I whisper softly and he props himself up on one elbow, a cocky grin spread on his face. (Translation: Kiss me.)
“Wie könnte ich das ablehnen?” (Translation: How could I refuse?)
He leans down and slowly presses his lips into mine, the familiar warm feeling from all those years ago returning. Yet this time it’s changed. His lips aren’t soft anymore, they’re chapped and rough. (Probably due to the lip-biting habit he’s developed since the last time we kissed) However, I don’t mind. Not a bit. My arms drape around his neck lazily, pulling him against me closer as I kiss back with a surge of eager confidence.
I pull away from him, as he tries to keep kissing and realizes in embarrassment that I’ve stopped and his face flushes red.
Instead of dwelling on it, he slumps back down on his back, pulling me with him so I’m resting half-on him on my stomach with my head on his shoulder.
“Ich liebe dich.” He murmurs to me and smiles into the kiss he plants on my forehead.
“Ich liebe dich auch.” I whisper back, my heart swelling at the moment.
(Translation: I love you)
(Translation: I love you too.)
A/N: MY POOR LITTLE HEART. THESE FEELS HURT SO BAD.