Adventures in Mistranslation
so i was dared by captaintinymite to write a fic (any pairing, any length), translate it into a language i don’t speak, and then translate it back to english and post it. (i cheated a lil bit and used a fic that i wrote not too long ago, but it hasn’t been posted anywhere yet so i figured i’d be okay. it’s also not a teen wolf fic, soz.)
i had a lot of fun with this!!! i tried a bunch of different languages, and narrowed it down to two, because some of the mistranslations were so funny i couldn’t pick. i went with polish and latin.
the fic is harry/louis, ~1150 words, rated...M?, untitled for now b/c i suck at those
all three versions (translated from polish, from latin, and the original english version) under the cut!!!
POLISH
"Oh my God," Louis breathes, how he looks at the picture, Harry is doing. On its front like this, dark markings tattoos on his arm contrast sharply with unmarked skin of his back. He's like-shimmering, after all, from the roots of his hair behind her on the back knee. His ass is still blankly at the show, and covered Louis' come. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen, it is almost certain, as in real life, and even in porn. "Oh my God," he says again, and then encrypts grab his phone, still in the pocket of his jeans began his bed.
Harry frowns slightly as he feels Louis settle back behind him. "What-"
Louis puts his hand behind his back before being able to move around too much, but it is not so, as he lifted one knee more than the other, the body slightly offset to prepare to move, makes the picture looks even worse. "Do not move, honey." And Harry-melted back into bed, exhaling heavily, and he just looks so perfect, so hot, and he probably even know-DO NOT him. Or worse, he does not know, and trying to lead Louis crazy. "1-I can get one take? Please. 1 no-you're so damn hot, and one wants to remember it perfectly."
Harry noise, but Louis can not really tell you what it meant. Harry still waiting for, but all he does is breathe slowly. Moving the muscles in the back is somewhat mesmerizing, actually.
It's not that I did not send each other dirty pictures before; both trust enough to get their acts themselves. He saw Harry's cock and ass in black and white a few artful poses, orchestrated by Harry himself. But this ... This is not something that he wants to keep just because it will change it to and it certainly will turn it on, every time he sees him, probably, even when he is old and can not get his dick out more . It's just ... too good to pass up.
There is one long moment, in which Louis mostly just drinking in the sight before him when Harry says no to your photo. But Harry takes a deep breath and sighs: "Yes, all right."
In his mind, what Louis thanks to god he could think of as he brings up his phone. "Thanks, whore," she says out loud.
"1'd better not find them on Instagram," Harry Mumbles, as Louis is taking the picture. "1'm like ... naked. And one that my ass is like ... wet. And leaking."
Louis snorts. "Very astute observations, Harold." He changes the position of the camera and has a different picture. Harry just looks so good it is, and Louis did not always want to forget any part of it, ever. After a few more takes and maybe a dozen or two, if he is sincere, from several different points of view and several different zoom levels, considers pleased.
Then, simply because he can, he turns his body, flip screen mode selfie. He gives a thumbs up and a cheeky smile, and pulls him by the arm to make sure he gets where some of it has landed on his back, Harry.
Then he turns around and throwing the phone to the head of the bed; It hits the pillow and almost reflected in Harry's nose, but fortunately not hit, landing on the bed instead. It gives the last longing look at Harry's body, then grabs the closest you may find-your own t-shirt-cloth and begins wiping the worst. Harry hit, but he did not move, remaining starfished across the middle of the bed. Louis rolls his eyes; Harry always lazy little sod on the come.
He throws his shirt to the side before climbing onto the bed, his hands on both sides of the body of Harry, and once again, Harry did not move. His eyes are closed, his mouth and breaths play, even if Louis did not know better, he that Harry fell asleep. But knowing even better, he thinks that's enough, a weak excuse to just keep looking at him for a moment.
Harry just ... very pleasing to the eye.
"Are you done yet is frightening," Harry Mumbles, breaking the illusion.
Louis smiled. "I just appreciate the scenery, love." He smacks a kiss on Harry's head, and Harry humming recognition. Then, when Louis kissing in a place where his favorite sprouts curl, just behind the ear, Harry play Harry's face curls into a smile. Louis quickly snatches the receiver to take another photo because she wants to crawl in the middle of the hole Harry and never come back up.
Then flip-flops, pushing annoyed grunt with Harry, but other than frowning delightfully for a moment that does not move. Louis kisses behind the ear of Harry again, and while he smiles, Louis winds, habit.
Once settled, he brings his cell phone just to look back through the pictures it can take. He scrolls quickly at the beginning of the picture, and then returns through them slowly, smiling, when it goes hand in hand. I can not believe that he gets to be with someone who is so damn hot and let Louis take pictures. Louis jerk I can not wait to use them as fodder for the next millennium.
When it comes to shot selfie again, he snorts. Harry does inquiring noise, but do not bother to open his eyes, so Louis just soothing hand curls in "later, the baby," kind of way. Caprice, sends the ball on Niall and Liam, because I get to laugh at it-Niall, Liam, because I get disgusted, before moving on to the next image.
It is one of a smile Harry and Louis just melts a little bit, because not only is he a hot piece of ass, but he gets it. He gets Harry's soft, sleepy, satiated smile-gets all the rest of them, too, and gets them all the time. And Louis used to almost hate the way the smiles Harry felt his stomach tying itself in knots or his heart will be beating out of his chest, but now-
He sighs, content and gently butts head on Harry's shoulder. "I Love You."
Slowly, awkwardly, as he tries to remember how it all works, Harry reaches blindly. His hand awkwardly on animals Louis', the first bit of Louis finds. "I love you too, honey," he mutters, his smile Louis push the skin back Harry. He turns the camera back on itself again, and blows one of Harry's curls from before his face before shooting.
Harry the news that one of the Instagram themselves.
LATIN
"Oh, God, my God," Louis the result was that he stares at a picture of Harry, it maketh rich. In ante more attractive, more sharply in the dark, with notes of skin tattoos cast up; his arm shall be on the opposite. He's like a whole from the roots of the hair turn their backs to the glittering stars, and the least of them to the knees. Aggressive behavior on display covered in the anus come Louis. Ever he is the hottest it has been proved sufficiently certain as it is in life, or in porn. "O God," he said, still in the bosom of his own jeans and then the phone is endowed with scrambles, lime foot of the couch.
Harry frowns a bit when he feels Louis settle behind him. "Wha-"
There lay an ambush behind his back, moves to the small Louis put his hand too much to it, yet it's not the way he lifted up his knee more than the other to prepare the body to be moved just slightly to move, see how it makes the picture more. "Do not touch the love." And to deal with the bed, it melts in the exhaling Harry seriously, and just looks so perfectly, that they may be hot, and probably also does not know this. Or, worse, knows it, and is trying to be able to drive Louis crazy. "1-the pictures to you? Please. I feel that 1-Do not be so fucking hot, and I want to remember that perfectly."
Harry and uncompromising, but it is meant what it's supposed Louis not commanded. Harry is always waiting for you, but kept the spirit enables us to, we are slow. The muscles of the back in the act of a doubtful, mesmerizing sit amet.
It's not like he was confident that he sent a man before the darkness of nudes pictures both of them not to defile one another. He's seen many tricks to Harry's cock and the ass, black and white's attack, orchestrated by Harry himself. ... But this is not just because it is what he wants to keep him, and bring him back it's definitely going to happen, every single time it sees it, it can not be, perhaps, even with these old dick up anymore. It's just ... a good man lost his son.
It is not very different from the moment at which such a case, drinks in the presence of Louis Henry says that it is not just for the most part to the bow. But then Harry inhaled deeply, and sighs, "Yeah, well."
In the mind, produces every deity which he can think of an agent on the phone with the Louis. "I thank-fuck you," said a voice.
"It is not I better to find these on Instagram," Harry Mumbles, as Louis is taking the picture. "... For example, I am naked. The donkey, and as a ... I think wet. And it leaking."
St. Louis snorts. "This is a very astute observations, Harold." He repositions in a room and he takes another picture. Harry just looks good, and did not always want to have forgotten part of the Louis always. Or maybe receive it as a little further on, or twelve, and virtuous to be, and a few of the various degrees of what he believes from a few corners of the zoom will be filled.
Firstly, because it can turn the body selfie Screen flipping mode. He smiled and his arm is extended to the reputation and makes it sure gets a cheeky thumbs up if I come to consider in certain one out of Harry's back.
He turns back, then, about the phone to his bed 's boastful, almost hits the pillow and bounces off in Harry's nose, but luckily he fled away, and the port on the bed instead. But at last the desire of the body He gives Harry and Sextus, who can begin to find a dish, the worst neighbor in his mantle, and t-shirt. Harry and still more, but it does not move by one half of the bed, starfished force. Louis rolled his eyes; Harry's always inertia? Sod And after a little while he comes.
Therefore she came to his bed and he tosses his coat, they first went up on either side of Harry and Harry was still immobile. The eyes are closed, and the breath of the mouth slack and, if not better you think that Louis himself, who was cleaning Harry. He thinks he has the knowledge, however, it's just looking for a thin, that was reason enough for him.
Harry ... just really nice to look at.
"Are you done being a creepy now," Harry Mumbles, breaking the illusion.
St. Louis, smiling. "Just appreciating the scenery, by love." He gave an insult to the side of Harry's head, Harry, rough appreciatively. Then, with whom he favored Louis, where a deacon curl up by the right ear after Harry, Harry's slack curls into laughter. St. Louis picture quickly hurried back to the phone because he did not wave back dimple Harry crawl inside.
Then he came down from the Harry flops a grunt pushing Whether he was displeased, but something else than his forehead Paperback Seiten adorably For some time, is not moved. St. Louis kisses behind Harry's ear again, while he is smiling, Louis squirms, getting comfortable.
Once he settles, he may look at the pictures to the phone by means of a whole. Scrolls to the beginning of the pictures as soon as he is lead back through them slowly, and afterwards it is added, an empty one, how much per. He believes that so fucking hot pictures of St. Louis who receives a permit. The fodder can not wait to use them off-jerk Louis next millennium.
When it comes to the selfie shot again, he snorts. Harry makes the noise of a busy-body, but does not bother to open the eyes of his tresses burned by the hand of the flattery of the Louis just run to it, as soon as a baby, in what way. Niall Niall velit ut risus in Lia, from desire-to get out of him, sends, and you'll get it to the nearest Leah to the ridges, was angry at this, picture.
Even in laughter the Harry it's the one-Louis and shall melt just a bit, because it is not only for himself, a piece of ass hot thing, but even this is. He gets Harry's soft, sleepy, sated begin the march arrived also from the eis--gets to all the rest, and it is said that they are at all times. And Louis was accustomed to begin the march arrived almost hate to feel the way Harry's and did as he was going to get in his heart, his stomach was tying itself ligularis beat in the breast, but now-
Would she give her, he sighed, content, and gently butts his head against Harry's shoulder blade. "I love you".
Slowly, prose or like I remember he's trying to make it as far as the work of Harry blind. Pets hand side bit harder at Louis Louis was first found. "Love you child," he said Mumbles, Harry grin in the skin of the back, and Louis the timid. It turns out that he bring back his camera, in front of one of the hair, Harry and stripes before the face of the picture.
Harry posts, one Instagram itself.
ENGLISH
“Oh my god,” Louis breathes, as he stares at the picture Harry makes. On his front like that, the dark markings of the tattoos on his arm contrast sharply with the unmarked skin of his back. He’s like—glistening, all over, from the roots of his hair to the small of his back to the backs of his knees. His arse is still wantonly on display, and covered in Louis’ come. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, he’s pretty sure, like, in real life, or even in porn. “Oh my god,” he says again, and then scrambles to grab his phone, still in the pocket of his jeans kicked off the foot of the bed.
Harry frowns a bit when he feels Louis settle back behind him. “Wha—”
Louis puts a hand to the small of his back before he can move too much, but it’s not like the way he’s lifted one knee more than the other, body shifted just slightly to prepare to move, makes the picture look any worse. “Don’t move, love.” And Harry just—melts back into the bed, exhaling heavily, and he just looks so perfect, so hot, and he probably—doesn’t even know it. Or worse, he does know, and is trying to drive Louis crazy. “I—can I take pictures? Please. I don’t—you’re so fucking hot, and I want to remember it perfectly.”
Harry hums, but Louis can’t really tell what it’s supposed to mean. He waits for Harry to continue, but all he does is keep breathing, slowly. The shifting of the muscles in his back is a bit mesmerizing, actually.
It’s not like they haven’t sent each other dirty pictures before; they both trust each other enough to keeps their nudes to themselves. He’s seen Harry’s cock and ass in several artful black and white poses, orchestrated by Harry himself. But this… This isn’t something that he wants to keep just because it’ll turn him on—and it’s definitely going to turn him on, every single time he sees it, probably, even when he’s old and can’t get his dick up anymore. It’s just…too good to let go of.
There’s another long moment, in which Louis mostly just drinks in the sight before him in case Harry says no to the pictures. But then Harry inhales deeply, and sighs, “Yeah, okay.”
In his head, Louis thanks every deity he can think of as he brings his phone up. “Thank fuck,” he says out loud.
“I better not find these on Instagram,” Harry mumbles, as Louis takes the first picture. “I’m like…naked. And I think my arse is like…wet. And leaking.”
Louis snorts. “Very astute observations, Harold.” He repositions the camera and takes another picture. Harry just looks so good, is the thing, and Louis doesn’t ever want to forget any part of it, ever. After a few more takes—or maybe like, a dozen or two, if he’s being honest, from a few different angles and a few different levels of zoom—he deems himself satisfied.
Then, just because he can, he turns his body, flipping the screen to selfie mode. He gives a thumbs up and a cheeky grin, and stretches his arm out to make sure he gets where some of his come landed on Harry’s back.
Then he turns back around, tossing the phone up to the head of the bed; it hits the pillow and nearly bounces into Harry’s nose, but luckily it misses, landing on the bed instead. He gives one last longing look at Harry’s body, and then grabs the closest cloth he can find—his own t-shirt—and starts wiping away the worst of it. Harry’s jostled, but he doesn’t move, remaining starfished across the middle of the bed. Louis rolls his eyes; Harry’s always a lazy sod for a bit after he comes.
He tosses the shirt aside before climbing up the bed, his hands on either side of Harry’s body, and yet again, Harry doesn’t move. His eyes are closed, mouth slack and breaths even, and if Louis didn’t know better, he’d think Harry had dozed off. But even knowing better, he thinks it’s a flimsy enough excuse to just keep looking at him for a moment.
Harry’s just…really nice to look at.
“Are you done being creepy yet,” Harry mumbles, breaking the illusion.
Louis grins. “Just appreciating the scenery, love.” He smacks a kiss to the side of Harry’s head, and Harry hums appreciatively. Then, when Louis kisses the spot where his favorite curl sprouts from, right behind Harry’s ear, Harry’s slack face curls into a smile. Louis quickly snatches the phone up to take another picture, because he wants to crawl inside Harry’s dimple and never come back out.
Then he flops down, pushing an annoyed grunt out of Harry, but other than his brow creasing adorably for a moment, he doesn’t move. Louis kisses behind Harry’s ear again, and while he’s smiling, Louis squirms, getting comfortable.
Once he settles, he brings his phone up to look back through the pictures he’s just taken. He scrolls quickly to the beginning of the pictures, and then goes back through them slowly, smiling as he goes along. He can’t believe that he gets to be with someone who’s so fucking hot, and lets Louis take pictures. Louis can’t wait to use them as jerk off fodder for the next millennia.
When he comes up to the selfie shot again, he snorts. Harry makes an inquisitive noise, but doesn’t bother to open his eyes, so Louis just runs a soothing hand over his curls in a later, baby kind of way. On a whim, he sends the shot to Niall and Liam—Niall because he’ll get a laugh out of it, Liam because he’ll get indignant about it—before continuing to the next picture.
It’s the one of Harry’s smile, and—Louis just melts a bit, because not only does he get a hot piece of ass, but he gets this. He gets Harry’s soft, sleepy, sated smiles—gets all the rest of them, too—and gets them all the time. And Louis used to almost hate the way Harry’s smiles made him feel, like his stomach was tying itself in knots or his heart was going to beat out of his chest, but now—
He sighs, content, and gently butts his head against Harry’s shoulder blade. “Love you.”
Slowly, clumsily, like he’s trying to remember how to make things work, Harry reaches back blindly. His hand pets awkwardly at Louis’ side, the first bit of Louis he finds. “Love you too, baby,” he mumbles, and Louis presses his grin into the skin of Harry’s back. He turns the camera back on himself again, and blows one of Harry’s curls out from in front of his face before taking the picture.
Harry posts that one to Instagram himself.
