Summary:
The moment Nanami knew he never wanted to tie his tie by himself ever again and wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side.
fluffy, nanami x fem!reader, nanami already loves everything you do but something about tying his tie was so intimate and special to him
It had been a year since Nanami officially asked you to be his girlfriend, but you had just started staying over during the weekdays. If either of you would stay at each other's houses, it would only be during the weekends when you both knew the next day could be dedicated to each other. Only recently had that unspoken rule changed.
You had both gone to the mall to shop for your new professional wardrobe and Nanami asked if he could buy a few extra things for you to keep at his house. You both knew what that implied and told him he could buy it, only if you could buy some stuff for him to keep at your house. You had both never been happier to spend more time and money at a crowded mall.
Nanami woke up a bit later for work than usual because of a power outage that turned off his alarm clock and did not charge his phone. You went into work after he did so you make his coffee and pack his lunch while he took a quick shower. You run into the bathroom to let him know he had less than 15 more minutes.
He steps out of the shower and grabs his razor to shave. You reach for the hairdryer he bought for you to keep at his house and start to dry his hair as he quickly shaves. You run out and start to rummage through his closet to set his clothes on the bed. Nanami finishes shaving and follows you out to get dressed.
"Shirt first, hurry," you take the shirt off the hanger and throw it to him.
Nanami begins to button the shirt when you get in front of him and start pulling his collar up and putting his tie around his neck. He looks at you with a questioning look and you quickly explain, "My dad taught me how to tie a tie. Never thought it'd come in handy since I never knew anyone who regularly wore a tie before you." You laugh at the memory but continue what you were doing to avoid making your boyfriend late.
Nanami however... his fingers stop buttoning his shirt. He looks at you, concentration and rush covering your features, but your fingers gently grazed his skin as you looped his tie. She's the first person to ever tie it for me, Nanami thinks. He had to learn how to do it from a video and was later corrected by some older male coworkers who showed him with their own ties.
The events of that morning finally dawn on him. You jumped out of bed right after you felt him jump out and started rushing around the apartment with him. He hadn't even mentioned that he was late, but you opened your eyes and knew what to do. He could smell the coffee from the room and heard the clanking of the leftover containers being opened and slid across counters from the shower. You dried his hair knowing that his route to work was not long enough to let it dry itself, and you took out exactly what he would have worn that day while he shaved. And now... there you stood before him, helping him tie his tie so his hands could do other things.
It seemed so... small. It was so small, so truly insignificant in the scale of life, something that could not hold weight in the world or change anything in the universe. But it changed his life, it was his favorite view in the word, and it would become his universe.
You look up at him and see him staring... and his hands not moving?! You move his hands away from the buttons and rush to finish buttoning it down. He takes your face in his hands and leans down to kiss you slowly. So very slow and soft. It stops you completely and you wrap your arms around his waist, relishing in the smell of his aftershave and body wash. Nanami deepens the kiss and moves an arm around your waist to pull you in closer. As much as you love when he pulls you in, the movement pulls you out of the kiss trance.
"Oh my god, Kento, hurry!! You're late, you're late!"
You step back and shove his pants into his arms. You tell him to hurry and that you'd grab his shoes to put by the door. You start yelling across the apartment that it would rain the entire afternoon and he needed to take the umbrella.
Nanami listens as you rustle through the closet looking for the umbrella and the light thud of what might have been his lunch bag and coffee thermal on the entryway table. He walks out the room putting on his suit jacket and sees you lightly jumping while telling him to hurry with his shoes.
Nanami leans down to tie his shoes but pauses after he's done. He goes to touch your bare leg since you hadn't even gotten dressed after waking up. You only wore his large shirt and underwear. He kneels and carefully lifts one leg to kiss your knee. He looks up from his kneeling position and says, "Thank you for helping. You really didn't have to."
His loving eyes close slightly while you lean down to give him one kiss as your response. "You're late," you whisper against his lips.
Nanami stands and takes his things while waving bye to you and your bed head. He heads out the door and begins a light jog to catch his regular train.
Yeap, she's the one, Nanami thinks.
Nanami spent his lunch break at the jewelry shop looking at rings that would look beautiful on your finger. There were so many engagement rings that would look gorgeous on you, but one caught his eye as he imagined that ring slightly moving on your finger as you tied his tie.
"I like that one. Do you have a size (your ring size) in stock?"
Nanami buys the ring at that moment and texts you to ask if he could come over to your house after work. He does not plan to propose on a regular Tuesday evening with no special plans, but he wants to hug you, smell your lovely perfume, take you some flowers, and give you a special thanks for helping him. And maybe, maaaayybe (most likely), stay over at your house to help him with his tie again the next morning.
Summary: As the eldest of the Lucis Caelum line, you are to be wed to Ravus Nox Fleuret. Noctis isn't pleased by this discovery and finds out just how much you two have been hiding from him. And, well, truthfully, he can't fight back against what fate has in store without both of you helping.
AU: I just had this random AU idea come in my head. The explanation of it is: you are Noctis's older sister (around 28 or so- same age as Ravus) but since you are a woman, you cannot be the True King and aren't a part of the prophecy (to keep Noctis's place). Ravus here isn't as hellbent on destroying Lucis/Regis (for purposes that will be explained later), and him and Reader team up privately to save their siblings from the prophecy. It'll make a bit more sense as it goes along (trust me bro). This chapter focuses a bit more on Noctis and Reader, but the next one will be more about Ravus/Reader and their relationship. Concrit is always welcome and appreciated <3 please enjoy!
Crossposted on my AO3!
Noctis frowned as Gladiolus opened the passenger door for you.
You gave him a gracious smile and stepped into the car, promptly fastening your seatbelt and sitting with perfect posture.
“My lady, are you comfortable?” Ignis asked, and you nodded.
“I’m fine, thank you, Ignis,” you replied, bowing your head respectfully.
“Then we shall be off,” he murmured, starting the engine of the car.
Prompto was giddy with excitement and snapped a few photos of the scenery and everyone in the Regalia.
“So, you excited to get hitched, (Y/n)?” Prompto joked and Ignis shot a glare at him in response. The photographer seemed to take the hint and awkwardly clammed up. “Uh, I mean, well, uh- you excited to get married?”
“There’s no need to worry, Prompto,” you chuckled. “I am not sure how I feel, in all honesty. I’m just proud to do my people a good service with this marriage.”
“Ah, the politically correct answer as always,” Noctis sighed. You didn’t say a word back, not giving Noctis the chance to argue over this matter again. “Seriously, you’re not gonna even answer?”
“No. This doesn’t warrant a discussion, Noctis,” your voice lowered into a threatening tone that said you would not tolerate his behavior.
He glowered at you and huffed, folding his arms and pouting like a spoiled child.
“Hey now, you two, let’s take it easy. I know the wedding jitters can get rough, but let’s play nice, okay?” Gladiolus attempted to break the awkward silence.
“My apologies,” you stated as you took a sip of water to calm yourself.
“Whatever,” was all Noctis had to say.
“What’s the issue? Did something happen?” Prompto asked, confused why you and your brother seemed to be at each other’s throats. Gladiolus eyed him, warning him to drop the subject, but Prompto didn’t notice.
“The issue,” Noctis began, making Gladiolus and Ignis roll their eyes and sigh in annoyance. “Is that my sister is getting married to some guy, and neither her nor my father told me! And now she’s acting like a martyr who needs to go through this!”
“Firstly-” you countered, “Ravus Nox Fleuret is not ‘some guy’- have more respect for him. Second off, it’s a political marriage- it’s not up to you to decide what I need to do.”
“You could have at least argued with him! Hell, I could’ve married Luna instead! You didn’t need to do this for Lucis!”
“Why does it matter anyways? I don’t have that choice. I am not the heir apparent.”
“And that’s the issue, don’t you get it?” Noctis leaned over the seat to talk closer to you. “You don’t have a choice, and that’s what’s making me upset! You don’t need to do this just because dad said so. We could have figured something out.”
Ignis shook his head.
“Prince Noctis, we’ve been through this plenty of times now. It is imperative the marriage goes through for the sake the kingdoms. The treaty being negotiated is one that will bring peace. And though it is a shame that Princess (Y/N) can’t choose, it is her duty as a member of the royal family to think of the people.
“Thank you, Ignis. At least someone understands my position.”
“Not everyone can be perfect like you, I guess,” Noctis mumbled under his breath.
“Noctis, enough. Come on, it’s a week before her wedding. Let’s spend it not trying to argue,” Gladiolus suggested.
“Great idea!” Prompto yelled. He gasped loudly and leaned towards Ignis. “Hey, Iggy, pull over! I wanna take this shot of the mountain!”
“Prompto, we will not-”
“Let him,” you cut Ignis off. “His photos are rather lovely to see. They’ll be a nice memento in the future.”
You grinned at Prompto and his smile grew wider than usual. Ignis pulled the car to the side of the road and put it in park.
“Thanks, (Y/n)!”
“Prompto! What did we tell you about titles?” Ignis shouted as Prompto unbuckled his seat belt and practically leapt over the others to take a few photos. You didn’t argue, instead getting out of the car and asking Prompto to take a few shots with you in them. The blonde complied, posing you and taking all sorts of pictures.
“Do you all want to join in?” You asked. Ignis shook his head, while Gladiolus shrugged and joined you and Prompto to take some photos. Noctis meanwhile stared at you before pouting even harder than before.
Night drew closer and Ignis decided to rest and camp for the time being. Given your status and impending marriage, you had your own separate tent, away from the others. While you did appreciate the privacy, you were rather upset with the larger distance it created emotionally.
But you could not argue, and instead, after eating a wonderful meal whipped up by Ignis, you went straight to your tent.
You glanced at Noctis and debated with yourself if you should attempt to talk with him. You hated the fighting and the distance this treaty had put between you two. And, of course, the real truth behind the reason they were with you. When Regis revealed the treaty to Noctis, he was enraged and begged for your father to consider a different path.
The subsequent arguments between you and Noctis left you feeling even more hurt at the fact you had to lie to him to his face.
But it was for him and for the people. You were a woman, and thus, you had no stake within the kingdom or the prophecy. Noctis, on the other hand, was more crucial to it all. You didn’t mind being the sacrificial lamb for this moment, if it ensured the safety of your younger brother.
Ravus was more than happy to agree with you, if it meant his sister could be safe, too.
That’s why you understood where Noctis was coming from, given he was so adamant that you be able to choose your own happiness for once. But him and Lunafreya were much too important to the kingdom, and to you and Ravus.
Still, you remembered the oath you gave to your father as you said your farewells to him. A promise you had to make to lie to Noctis about the truth. So you quietly zipped the door to your tent closed and hoped your tears wouldn’t be heard from them.
Noctis grumbled at the remaining vegetables on his plate as the fire crackled under the starry sky. He hadn’t said a word since the fight in the Regalia, and he was too angry and hurt to begin a conversation.
Prompto was goofing off with Gladiolus and Ignis was impatiently waiting for the prince to eat his carrots.
“You know, they’re not going to disappear just by staring at them, your highness,” Ignis cheekily commented.
“Yeah, yeah, you don’t need to remind me, Iggy.”
Ignis frowned at the sulking prince and sat in the chair beside him.
“Noctis, I know how you’re feeling-”
“The thing is, you don’t. Like, I really love you all, but none of you know how I’m feeling,” Noctis argued. He was cursing himself for raising his voice, and he took a deep breath to try and relax. “None of you do. And I’m pissed that everyone else is just accepting everything so easily.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because, (Y/n)’s my sister, damn it! She was the one always with me, but then all these ‘royal duties’ made her have to give up her life. I just end up sitting there like a little kid while she’s shouldering everything,” Noctis blurted out. “I feel like shit knowing she’s just marrying Ravus because dad told her to. I-I could’ve done something for once so she would have the freedom to choose. I thought because she wasn’t the heir that she would at least be able to find someone she loved, but she can’t even have that!”
Ignis nodded, pursing his lips as he debated to find the right words to say.
“Listen, Noctis, it is unfortunate but it is-”
“Yeah, don’t worry, I know, everyone’s told me over and over. ‘It’s just what royalty has to do’, but that’s not right at all! It’s just… it’s just not fair. I hate seeing her lie to me that she’s ‘fine’ and okay with marrying Ravus. I don’t even think she had met the guy in years! What kind of prince am I if I can’t even let my own sister be happy?”
“Have you considered that you both are saying the same thing?” Ignis asked.
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I mean that I may not know Lady (Y/n) well, but I know her well enough to see she loves you dearly. She wants you to choose and be free from the duties of royalty, because she feels you aren’t happy as the heir. You both want the other to be okay but neither of you are working together. And, well, maybe I’m overstepping, but perhaps you should try and talk to her with that mindset. Don’t go attack her, just try and let her know how you feel and that you wish to help alongside her. ”
Noctis soaked in Ignis’s words and nodded.
“Yeah… I guess… but knowing her, I doubt she’ll listen. She’s so stubborn.”
“Like some young prince I know?”
Noctis chuckled and smacked Ignis’s arms lightly.
“Shut up,” Noctis joked. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and stared at his plate. “I just… don’t know how I’m gonna last without my sister around, anymore. I don’t know if I’m really ready to say goodbye to her like that.”
“That’s just what every brother feels,” a voice cut in. Noctis looked up to see Gladiolus and Prompto walking towards him and Ignis.
“How much of that did you hear?”
“Enough to know how worried you really are,” Gladiolus groaned as he sat down. “Kid, some things just aren’t always going to go how you want. And even though you’re family, you can’t hold them down forever. No matter how badly I wanna protect Iris from everything, I know it’s not a reality. You’re gonna have to let them make their own choices and be their own person. Don’t go around picking a fight, just support her and protect her when she needs it.”
Noctis felt his eyes water and he quickly rubbed them.
“Damn, I’m really not good with this.”
Prompto threw an arm around Noctis and gave him a reassuring smile.
“Hey, Noct, don’t worry! We’ll be here for you all the way.”
“Thanks guys,” Noctis murmured as his lips twitched into a small grin. “I’ll try and talk to her later.”
-
Unfortunately for Noctis, “later” would have to be postponed. According to the newspaper, Regis was killed during the signing of the treaty. The rage and sadness he felt were only blocked by the slim chance that this was all fake and sensationalized news. Perhaps his father was alive still and nothing happened.
Despite your adamance that it was too dangerous, you yielded and obliged to joining the men back to Insomnia. Noctis saw your ‘perfect’ exterior falter with worry and unease, seeing how Regis’s death was shaking you up. It was the first time in a while that he had seen you look so unsure and zoned out.
The confirmation of Insomnia’s collapse and Regis’s death both put his mind at ease and made his soul shatter into a million pieces. He didn’t know what to think anymore. All he had to go off of now was Cor telling them to meet him up at Hammerhead.
With nothing left to do, they simply drove the Regalia to the gas station and followed the rest of the directions to where Cor was.
Noctis really wasn’t in the mood for surprises or any more shocking information.
Which is why he was incredibly pissed the minute he saw a head of white hair wearing black leather.
“Why you-” Noctis began, stomping over to him before he heard you gasp.
“Ravus! You’re alive!” You happily shouted, running over to him and leaping to the man. He caught you in his arms and stumbled before he managed to regain his balance.
“Darling, you’re doing well. Thank the Six,” he sighed in relief. You two embraced each other and Noctis gawked at the scene.
“W-wait. Time out. What the hell is going on? Why is he here? What are you-”
“Patience, Noctis,” Cor stated.
“You two… what is going on?” Ignis asked, confused at why Ravus of all people was standing before him. You broke yourself off of Ravus and stood firmly in front of the group.
“Well… it’s a lot. I first want to apologize for hiding the truth from you all. But I made an oath with father as his dying wish. We couldn’t make others aware of our plans.”
“And… he was in on it?” Prompto pointed at Ravus.
“Precisely.”
“And what was the plan, exactly?”
“It was just as Cid said. Regis knew and anticipated something would happen. Ravus tried to send some information our way in order to prepare, but it seems like they weren’t enough. Although, thankfully, many of our citizens survived thanks to father’s prepping. Ravus and I were the ‘bait’ for this treaty, if it succeeded, we would have peace, and if it didn’t at least you all would be safe.”
“Does that mean Lunafreya is-”
Ravus nodded.
“She is safe for now on the run. She has the Ring of the Lucii with her and can hopefully find shelter,” he explained.
Noctis shook his head.
“I can’t believe you two.”
“Pardon?”
Noctis stepped forward and pointed an accusatory finger at you.
“You… you did all this? You knew he was planning on dying? You knew this whole time, and yet you didn’t say a thing?”
“I didn’t like it, Noctis. But it was the way father suggested I do it. He was the one who made me promise not to tell you until after the battle,” you couldn’t face your brother and gazed at the ground in remorse.
Noctis felt his anger boiling over and yelled.
“You lied to me! Why would you do that to me? I’m his son, too! I’m your brother! Why wouldn’t you tell me?” His voice lost its power as the tears he was holding in overflowed in abundance. “Why didn’t you trust me…?”
You bit your lip and stayed silent, unsure of what to say. Ravus rested a comforting hand on your shoulder and looked Noctis straight in the eye.
“She was adamant that you be the one to know. Regis and I were the ones who didn’t want that. Truly… all (Y/n) and I wanted was for you and Lunafreya to be alive and well. That’s why we had to formulate our own plans and stop this madness from continuing.”
“So you made her do this?”
“No, Noctis. I chose to do this. You can hate me and you have every right to do so. I did something inexcusable, but I need you to trust me right now.”
“Trust you? How can I? You spent this whole trip lying to every single one of us. Why would you do this when you could have talked to me? Did you think I would have messed it up?”
“I didn’t want you to be hurt, Noctis… you’re the important one here. Not me. I have no bearing upon the future, no matter how much I wish it weren’t so. You and Lunafreya are the ones meant to be a part of the prophecy. Me and Ravus wanted neither of you involved with the plans in order to keep you safe.”
“(Y/n), stop saying you want to keep me safe. I’m not that weak little kid you need to take care of anymore. Please…I need you to be safe as well.”
“But-”
“No. Stop,” he weakly pleaded. “Please. You two need to think of how this effects us. You may not be a part of the prophecy or whatever other bullshit there is, but you can’t go around throwing your life away. That doesn’t help me or anyone else.”
You quietly nodded and wrapped your arms around your brother.
“I’m sorry. I really am. But this part is one we need to do together, if you’ll allow it.”
Noctis quietly held you and sniffled.
“Yeah. Let’s hear it.”
You broke away from Noctis and pointed at the cave Cor was standing in front of.
“In there, there’s a tomb of the previous kings of Lucis. As it is your birthright, you can gain their powers and wield it. There are plenty more scattered about, and Cor is having the hunters locate them as we speak.”
Noctis nodded.
“Why can’t you do this?”
“Because… I’m not the True King.”
Noctis nodded.
He ran a hand through his hair and Ravus cleared his throat.
“Noctis Lucis Caelum,” he stated formally. He brought out a familiar sword and gently handed it to a stunned Noctis. “A parting gift from me. It belongs to you. It was… it was one of the few things I could grab from Regis before he passed.”
Noctis grabbed the hilt of the sword and felt his throat was full of cotton.
“I can’t take this.”
“What? Why not?” Ravus asked.
“I can’t use this. This is my dad’s. I’m not… I’m not ready for this yet.”
“But Noctis,” you cried. “It can only be wielded by those of the Lucis bloodline.”
Noctis gave a sad smile.
“Then you take it. For me. I can’t hold that when I’m not a king. Use it for yourself.”
He handed the sword back to you and you complied.
“All right. I trust you know what you’re doing.”
“I don’t really know,” Noctis admitted. “But I know that you can wield it better than I will. Dad would have wanted it.”
“I doubt he-”
“Don’t doubt it. Dad loved you. And I bet he wished every day of his life he could’ve given you more.”
You held the sword tightly against you, feeling the remnants of your father’s life within it.
“I already have enough with me,” you tearfully replied to Noctis. “I hope you and father know that.”
Noctis used the pads of his thumbs to wipe your tears.
“There. Come on, let’s go make dad proud.”
“Of course. Ravus,” you called to your betrothed. “Do you have to leave right now?”
“I think it would be best. I don’t want to loiter around and have you all get caught up in my mess. And to the rest of you,” Ravus pointed at the group. “You did not see me. I have no relation to you. I am your enemy.”
Prompto gasped.
“Why?” Ravus chuckled at the blonde’s shock.
“I must play my part to keep the Imperial Army off your back and Lunafreya’s. I can’t do that if they think I’m supporting you. So, act as if I was the traitor. And if you see Lunafreya… please… protect her.”
“We will, darling,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Farewell.”
“I expect you to be back alive.”
“I will.”
“Good,” he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I must be off now. Good luck on your journey.”
Ravus turned and began walking away, disappearing into the darkness.
Gladiolus was the first to speak, sauntering forward and laughing.
“So, you really managed to get hitched with him?”
“Oh for Six’s sake, Gladiolus!” You cried, your face erupting in red. “Have some manners!”
“Enough of the chit chat,” Cor interrupted. “You all got an important mission right now.”
Noctis nodded, stepping forward towards Cor.
“Alright, I’m ready. Take me to the tomb,” Noctis said, steeling his nerves for the task ahead.
He couldn’t run away now. Not this time.
His eyes flicked towards you as he saw you looking at where Ravus had walked away.
This time, he’d be the one to protect you and give you the chance to live your life.
Ravus & Gladio - I wanted to punish Gladio tonight.
There was an arrogance that annoyed him as he stared at Ravus. He was so calm and collected, even the grip upon the man's sword was relaxed, the fingers barely holding the sword from collapsing on the concrete floor. He had been caught off guard before, shoved easily with that mechanical arm into the Regalia. But now, he'd settle the score. Before he joined the guys again, he wanted a rematch. One that the Commander was all too happy to humor him with.
Gladio summoned his great sword from the armiger. Despite the weight of his favored weapon, he held it easily in a single hand pointing the tip at Ravus.
"You think you can win against me boy?" Ravus said after a few moments. The fire within him burned as he stared at the Shield of the King. The protector of a doomed King of Kings, the one whom was worthy enough to wield the ring of the Lucii. Still it sickened him, yet his mission had become clearer after his failure. For Luna was the only one that he had left to protect. His blue eye was the color of the past, the color that his mother wore, the color of the flowers that Luna loved so. But his purple eye was staring at the present. Knowing the fate of his sister, and yet his own was uncertain, thrown into turmoil after the ring's rejection. The grip on his sword tightened as he moved forward closer to Gladio.
This battle was only one strike for each man. One of them would kneel and each expected the winner to be themselves. Confidence and strength radiated in both men as they rushed each other suddenly. In less than a second, the clash of metal against metal was heard before an eerie silence was the only thing that each of the men had registered.
Gladio's sword clashed against the concrete feet away from him as he stared at Ravus's blade slipped under his Adam's apple. Had facing Gilgamesh not been enough? No... it wasn't that. He stared into Ravus's eyes seeing a burning determination behind them. Never had Gladio thought that the man could be emotional, but he saw it. There was a passion there, there were words spoken that meant everything and nothing at all. Whatever the Shield sensed made his mouth twitch as Ravus pulled himself back standing at his full height.
"Still you are too weak," Ravus replied softly before leaving. "Get stronger" seemed to be left on the tip of the commander's tongue, but such words were never uttered. No, they didn't need to, because Gladio understood.
THIS! Especially between Japanese & English, I have to wait until I know what the verb is going to be in Japanese – and of course it comes at the VERY END – before I can translate the bulk of the sentence into English!
In fact when translating documents, either JA>EN or EN>JA, find the subject (or fill it in if it’s implied), then go to the end of the sentence and work your way backward. The only exception is adjectives, which come before the word they modify in both languages. Yes, prepositional phrases are backwards too!
This is SO interesting - and also incredibly motivating! See how complex Japanese is compared to English? See how Japanese sentences are completely different than their English counterparts? If you’re studying Japanese and English is your native tongue or even your second language, you’re studying a challenging language that’s probably the total opposite of everything you’ve known and learned. Despite that, you’re still studying it and learning how to produce new grammar, new vocabulary, and new sentence patterns that would have otherwise been completely unintuitive and unfamiliar had you not decided to study it.
If you’re feeling discouraged about your progress in Japanese, look at this chart and remember that it’s okay to not have things “click” right away. It’s okay to say “dang this is hard” (because it is!) but even more important to say “I don’t get it right now” rather than “I’ll never get this.” Give your brain a bit of slack and be patient with yourself. Your brain needs to form new neural pathways for Japanese that your mother tongue has had for years and years. When that “aha!” moment comes - and it will - take the time to appreciate how far you’ve come in your understanding! What you now get used to be something unknown to you.
You’re taking the time to acquire a new skill, and every new thing you learn brings you closer to your goals. Learning a new language is certainly infuriating sometimes, but all your hard work will pay off when you can understand and communicate with native speakers. After all, aren’t we learning a new language to be able to communicate?
Every little acorn of new information you learn will be something you can carry as you move forward, one step at a time. 😊💮
Basically, poloyglots are doing this in their head constantly. And it is endlessly amazing. More so when they try to write fiction or prose in a second language. Shits hard and it takes ages to get native fluency and everyone that tries should be immensely proud.
