Request is back open. Call me Nia, I'm officially 17 year old and I'm using She/They pronouns, I'm 🇲🇾. English is not my first language so please forgive me if my writing looks bad🙏
Hi, I'm new here so I don't really know how Tumblr work but uhh... Yeah! Anyway, please do call me Nia. I'm 17 year old and using She/They pronouns and i'm Abrosexual. My birthday is on February 18 and I'm 🇲🇾 so I'm using GMT+8 Malaysia time. English is not my first language so please forgive me for my bad grammar and I'm a bit (a lot) of dyslexia.
⚀ Nobody knows how both of you get together. The two of you literally in two different world. You were loud and proud— too confident for your own good and him? Matthew fucking Williams? His voice is too soft where anyone could have thought it was just a wind.
⚁ your presence command anyone attention whatever you go meanwhile him, he barley got recognized by his own friend and family.
⚂ maybe that's why both of you are perfect for each other. You did not feel afraid to put someone in their place if they disrespect you and him. Heck, you even would throw a hand for him.
⚃ the first time the two of you meeting each other were very different. Both of you have your own opinion toward each other.
🇨🇦 thought on 🏴! Reader: they were too loud and prideful. They reminded me so much of America...
🏴! Reader thought on 🇨🇦: Och, tha an duine sin ro bhog. Is gann gun cluinninn e a’ bruidhinn! (ey, that guy is too soft spoken. I would barely hear him talking!)
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⚀ in relationship, you were the one who is always taking him out on a date, praise him basically in control. But that was only what people see, the thing that they did not see that both of you doesn't need one of another to be in control in the relationship. Both of you just follow where the flow take you both.
"Maple beag! C'mon! Taste it! Its good I promise!" You slide a plate of freshly toast bread topped with Mull Cheddar Cheese. Your smile widen when he takes the bread topped with the cheese that you have brought from your home country.
"It's good. But what are you doing here, ma lumière? (My light)" He is mostly curious why you come visit him here. He continues to chew the food savouring the pleasant taste on his tongue.
"carson? (what?) Can't I visit you?" Your voice is heavy with Scottish accent that you were very proud of.
"No, that's not I meant... Just surprise."
"Well, I came to take you on a date, Mo ghràdh!" (My heart(?))
⚁ usually the date consists of going out in the nature especially near the river or stay at home, cooking together, watching movie and cuddling for hours.
Matthew favourite date: camping near the river. His reason is weirdly tied to the quiet environment itself given the now loud modern world. Escape from the artificial light from time to time just to stargazing with you is far more appealing.
⚂ though, since you still living in Scotland, it's rare for you to fly from your home country to Canada over and over again. You wouldn't say that you were poor but you have something better thing to spend your money on rather than the flight to Canada. It doesn't make you love him any less but at this economy? Well, yeah good luck finding those money.
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➩ he loves your heavy accent and he will make sure to tell you that.
➪ Matthew probably love those alcohol you brought from your home. He may not going to drink those whisky, he only reserved that when he missed you to the point where he start to hallucinate your voice calling for him.
➫ he has a room dedicated for you if you don't want to sleep with him inside his bedroom way back in the early stage of the relationship. It never got use, now it was Kumajirō room.
➬ since most of the time your relationship with him is long distance one and you only visit him for few days in few months; he will make sure not to leave your side to maximize the short time you both had.
Matthew love language: quality time. He may come off as a needy boyfriend but he prefer the quality time more than the other love language. Just staying by your side is enough given the short time that both of you had together.
The village is bustling with life as you weave through the market with ease— dodging the hurried passerby. The basket that on your arm is rustling with dried food ingredients like lemongrass, turmeric, daun kari and etc. You mostly low on turmeric for literally almost everything in your cooking especially the fried one.
You finally out of the bustling and loud market area. Your home is a bit far from the market and some of the other villagers home. Its not your fault that you prefer to stay deep inside the forest but still near enough to the village chief house. Humming the old nursery rhymes as you walking in a slow pace.
Metallic smells that have been brought by the gentle wind broke the peaceful walk and stopped you humming a song. Did someone got hurt? Fear consumed you, your late mother used to tell you something like; "Maka, adapun apabila bertemu dengan orang Inggeris itu, hendaklah anakanda segera berundur dan menjauhkan diri daripada mereka itu dengan seberapa daya upaya."
You sometimes doesn't understand your late mother words. She have always been speaking in Bahasa Melayu klasik (classic Malay language), she never taught you how to speak the language anyway. You wouldn't say that your family is rich just because your late mother used to work as a servant to the Sultan daughter.
A man coming out from the bush grabbing your attention to the man— heavily wounded. His voice comes out is strain and hoarse, heavy with British accent. "Please... Help–" the blonde man collapse on the ground with a heavy thud. That man wears the military outfit, his blonde hair is messy and dirty with grime.
You were shaken with the person who is now unconscious on the ground. You wanted to leave him like that but looking back at him now with the guarded attention— you find him quite the beauty. Debating. Should you help him or should you leave him here bleeding to death. You are now gambling with your and this man life now. Despite your better judgement, you helped him.
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Carrying the man all the way to your house is hell, you almost giving up but you pushed forward anyway. Now you just need to hide him from the other villagers. Especially the village chief. After you cleaned him and his wounds, he look more attractive now that he all cleaned up from those filth. Now you have time to think as panic start to consume you slowly. You don't know how to speak english?! How are you going to communicate with him?!?
"Bagaimanakah aku hendak berkomunikasi dengan dengan pemuda ini?! Aku tidak tahu untuk bercakap dalam bahasa Inggeris?!" your panic lasted exactly three weeks and unfortunately the day he decided to wake up from his coma.
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Arthur wakes up with a throbbing headache. Can't really move his body as the pain restricts all of his body movement. He thought that the first thing he sees is a white ceiling but instead he got greet with a dark plank wood ceiling. Trying to remember what happened is basically a torture the only thing he remember is asking for help from a local villager and being stabbed two times on the shoulder and his abdomen.
"oh, awak dah bangun. Saya gembira awak dah bangun, saya ingatkan awak akan mati." Arthur look at the source of the voice just to see a woman in a malay traditional wear. The woman put the tray on the night stand besides his bed— the smell of the porridge warps his sense of smells and it does look good despite the simplistic of the food.
"Thank you for saving me, miss." When you start to feed him the porridge.
Your body went stiff instantly when he speak. "???" you just politely smile at him. You don't fucking know what he said?! You are doomed. You are going to get killed for sure.
Arthur seem to notice that your frame went rigid and that is not reaction he want especially his savoir. He cleared his throat before trying to speak in Malay now. "T-terima... Ka-kasih, pu-an." damn his malay is so ass and I'm sure that your ancestors will laugh at his attempt.
"Ahah... Sama-sama..." The word falls out from your lips with a tremble, the silent falls over the room as the warmth from the sun wrapping both of you in a comfortable temperature.
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Months after that day, Arthur recovering pretty quickly but still need to be careful as his stabbed wound is not fully healed yet.
And this past few months, he teaches you how to speak english though he is not a patient man. He would rise his voice slightly and being passive aggressive when you continue to failing to understand english. Despite that he actually a good teacher to you at least. That's all he could do for you— teaching you english. Though it was a good payment for you.
Now both of you could hold a conversation even if you pronounce certain english word wrong like, relationship. Heck even his name you pronounce it wrong, he would get all pouty whatever you try calling his name. This is why you give him a nickname so he won't sulking around and infecting your happy house to gloomy one.
(𝐓𝐁𝐂....)
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𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽;
Maka, adapun apabila bertemu dengan orang Inggeris itu, hendaklah anakanda segera berundur dan menjauhkan diri daripada mereka itu dengan seberapa daya upaya. = So, when you meet the Englishmen, my child, should immediately retreat and stay away from them as much as possible.
Bagaimanakah aku hendak berkomunikasi dengan dengan pemuda ini?! Aku tidak tahu untuk bercakap dalam bahasa Inggeris?! = how do I communicate with this person/youth?! I don't know how to speak english?!
oh, awak dah bangun. Saya gembira awak dah bangun, saya ingatkan awak akan mati. = oh, you're awake. I'm glad, I thought you died.
I need a fic about Soldier! Arthur Kirkland x Native Malay! Fem! Reader that set before Malaysia declares independence from British....
I have many ideas these past few days about this Soldier! Arthur Kirkland x Native Malay! Reader thing that I just don't know which plot should I choose.
(Clearly not the reason why I have a writer block that make me unable to write for my Patriotic! Reader series...)
