#the eclipse novel

[firstkanaphans]

The Eclipse - English Translation

My translation of The Eclipse novel is finally here! Although I had originally planned to post it on AO3, I have a bad feeling that it's going to get taken down before I can actually finish it, so I’ve decided to post the chapters individually to a Google Drive instead. I’m sorry. I know it’s not ideal, but I will post the finished product on AO3 once I am done, so feel free to wait for that if you would like to!

The whole novel is ~120K words and there are 13 chapters total. Updates should come quickly as the translation is already complete—I simply have to edit it. I will reblog this post with translation notes for each individual chapter every time I update. 

Full disclaimer: I am not a native Thai speaker. I am simply a fangirl doing my best. If I’ve fucked anything up majorly, I do apologize. Just let me know and I will correct it as soon as possible.

Feel free to share the link to the Google drive with other fans privately, but I do ask that you not post the link publicly on any other social media site as I really would like to avoid getting sued. Reblogs are perfectly fine!

If you enjoy my translation, please consider purchasing the Thai version of the novel on Meb to support the original creator.

Link to Google Drive

[flattenedcat]

Finally started reading the novel and...it's fucking hilarious? Like I wanna to do a comparison later because they're quite different in some aspects, but small spoiler, Akk is such a stalker?? In like a really funny way and Ayan is very amused by him. Also, sooo much gay panic lmao.

[gunsatthaphan]

Have you read the eclipse novel? If you did, what are your thoughts on it? Also, is there an english translation for the novel?

I have not read the novel (I generally don't read the novels these shows are based on) but I did read some comments from people who have while the show was airing.

As far as I know they are working on an official translation; in the meantime I guess you will have to resort to fan translations. This is one link I just found.

xxx

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

There’s a decent chance at this point that more people know of Halimede the twitter chaser account than have even played Heaven Will Be Mine, the game the character is from. But it’s okay, we can fix that. Speaking of which, did you know a certain visual novel about lesbians in giant robots in space is sadly no longer on sale on steam?

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[pamouche]

If I was able to choose, I’d choose you. Because you’ve always been my number one since the start.

- ayan to akk (in the first trailer of THE ECLIPSE)

[lolitafan1997]

Dolores Haze says don’t look at the eclipse without your special glasses on.

[girlrandomstuff]

Quotes about Bail and Breha being the best space couple

“She found a boy who loved her enough to take her name, forsaking his own legacy forever in the shadow of hers. Together, they kept the planet strong. She took care of the people, and he, risen to the Senate, made sure the galaxy never forgot what Alderaan could offer” —Queen's Hope

Bail felt his heart thud, looking at her beautiful hologram face "Don't worry, B, nothing's wrong" she said [...] "I just wanted you to know I'm thinking of you. You look tired. Are you getting enough sleep? I'll bet you're not. Go to bed, hotshot. I'll try to catch you tomorrow" —Wild Space

“Your majesty” Bail Organa said with a profound sort of affection that made Padme’s heart flipp.

“She placed a hand on her chest when she spoke [...] Senator Organa came close to draw out his wife’s chair and hand her into it. His fingers rested in hers for a moment longer than was truly necessary.” —Queen's Shadow

Ahsoka novel:

“Had to find some other adventures, started chasing your mother instead” —Bail Organa, Obi Wan Kenobi 2022.

“They had a way of speaking to each other without words, such a perfect understanding that sometimes Leia thought they didn't need to talk at all [...] Not all spouses were like this, that not everyone found the kind of love that was like sharing souls”

“Instead, [Leia] she'd heard them laughing softly and flirting... and she'd wound up scurrying out, just in time to avoid a very unwelcome lesson about exactly what spouses did together in their private hours” —Leia, Princess of Alderaan

From a Certain Point of View, “Eclipse”:

“They had known each other for so long, survived so much, but in all their private mythology never had she seen him look this way. Her husband, a man of unshakeable courage and faith, now shaken to his core.”

The love they reflect for the other and their daughter when they're watching their planet being destroy and seeing their own death is so sad and beautiful

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Fun fact

This guy

Shares a voice actor with this guy

[firstkanaphans]

Things I have learned while painstakingly trying to translate The Eclipse novel: Akk is apparently so hot that he was recruited for modeling but was unable to succeed in the entertainment industry because he has a thick country accent.

[flattenedcat]

I have written about 1.7k words so far of meta on the differences/similarities between the novel and show versions of "The Eclipse." Why do I do this to myself.

[screensavorstudios]

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[illicit-eclipse]

hey guys!!

the new blog has finally been made! im working on an intro post and oc list for it !! (its midnight rn so im might just continue tomorrow 😭)

it’s @secretsandlonelymuses

[idontwantrobyntodie]

something about the solar eclipse feels so... primal. like if I look at it I go blind?? it was not meant to be seen by moral eyes?

[sollucets]

could you maybe write something where akk calls aye his home?

i absolutely can do that, nonny, thank u for asking! have a little bit (1.5k. of course.) of long-distance akkaye :') loosely related to the last prompt but fine to read without it

💜

“Akk, are you sleeping?” 

Aye’s voice is tinny, the noises of a subway station behind him just the right side of too-loud through Akk’s phone speakers to catch his slow-moving attention. His headphones must have slipped out; he doesn’t remember it happening. 

“No,” he answers, like a liar, and pushes himself upright on his dorm bed with some effort.

He’d given up on holding his head up to look at the screen part way through Aye talking about one of the other international students he works with and her hopeless crush on a Thai grad student senior of theirs that Aye is 100% sure is taken, and all of the accompanying drama. “You think P’Win has a partner already.” 

“That’s the last thing you heard?” Aye asks, pouting a little on the tiny screen under his big blue scarf. His cheeks are pink. It’s really, really cute. Someone passes behind him; Akk thinks he hears the edges of a robotic voice making an announcement. “I don’t just think so, I know so, and I was telling you all the evidence.”

“Do you have a conspiracy board for this too, or am I still special?”

Aye says something extremely inappropriate for a public place in response, but he says it in Thai, so he’s probably safe. Akk still opens his mouth to scold him on principle, but he’s caught by a yawn before he can say anything, jaw cracking unpleasantly. 

Aye’s expression melts from put-upon irritation to fondness so quickly it’s impressive. “You don’t have to stay up so late for me,” he says. “Don’t you have class in the morning? At nine, right?” 

“Don’t remind me,” grumbles Akk with a sigh, but he swings his legs over the side of the bed, picks up his phone sans headphones, and heads into the bathroom barefoot. “It’s not really so late. And besides, you’d pout if I went to bed without calling. It’s our day.”

Their day, Thursday specifically, had been the day that worked best with both their busy schedules and the six-hour time difference for most of the first semester of their time apart. They’ve missed only once, during Akk’s midterms, and Aye had texted no less than thirty times that day, all test-taking memes and supportive emojis. Now, though, Aye’s classes combined with his new work in his university's tutoring center run into the London evening; it’s midnight in Chiang Mai. 

Aye says something in response, but whatever it is is drowned out by the noise of a rush of people behind him, all probably getting off of a train. 

“What?” asks Akk, propping his phone against the bathroom mirror and grabbing his toothbrush. 

“If it’s really not that late, then why are you falling asleep while I’m talking, hm? Am I so boring to you?” 

Akk rolls his eyes, squeezing out a little toothpaste, and says, “Maybe I just didn’t want to hear you go on and on about P’Win anymore, hm?” 

As expected, Aye zeroes in on that immediately. “Aww, is my baby jealous?”

Akk sticks his toothbrush in his mouth to avoid answering and weathers the ensuing and expected storm of teasing very bravely, if he does say so himself. He lets the ease of falling into a familiar dynamic soothe the very slight sting, and he listens patiently without showing even a hint of a smile on his face at how pleased Aye looks to have ‘won’ that admission. 

“And he’s almost as handsome as me,” Aye is saying, in his most annoying tone of voice, when suddenly he seems to stutter for a moment, his expression freezing in place on his face. It’s odd enough that Akk makes a questioning noise through his mouthful of toothpaste. 

“Akk…” Aye starts. He looks conflicted now, mouth turning down even as he speaks. “You’re not — really, though, right?”

Akk blinks. Then spits. Then says, “No,” even though it’s not 100% true.

His face must show it, because Aye’s frown droops even further and he says, clearly enunciated, “It’s not like that. You know I’m just—”

“Teasing,” Akk interrupts, having mercy on him. “I know. Aye, no, you’re fine. I don’t actually think you’re serious, or you wouldn't have spent the last half hour explaining why P’Win is absolutely definitely taken anyway.” And you wouldn’t usually worry that I did, Akk thinks, so why?

Usually, if he thinks he’s gone too far, Aye just drapes himself over Akk like a particularly affectionate cat, no matter what he’s doing. He kisses his way back to forgiveness, he brings Akk dinner or looks over his homework or buys him stupid, cute little charms to put on his phone keychain, and Akk always lets him even and especially if he isn’t actually mad, and — he can’t do any of that, six hours and half the world away. Oh. This is that communication thing they’re supposed to be better at by now. 

Aye is still staring at him with giant, horrible pleading eyes, because he doesn’t believe him, and he shouldn’t because Akk is still sort of lying. 

Akk sighs. “I’m jealous of anyone who gets to see you all the time.” He can’t keep looking at Aye, his gaze drifting towards the edge of the bathroom counter. “Just a little. That’s all it is. I’m— glad you have Thai friends, actually. You seemed a bit homesick lately. I think it’s cheering you up.” 

It’s silent for a little too long, and Akk finally looks up to make sure nothing’s happened to the connection and finds Aye with one hand over his mouth, eyes still huge but soft around the edges now. 

“What,” he mumbles. 

“My boyfriend is the sweetest,” Aye says, as he’d feared he would, all earnest and sincere and completely without the teasing edge, which makes it worse. 

Akk jerks his head away again, in a motion he couldn’t control if he wanted to. He puts his toothbrush into the cup with more force than is strictly necessary. “It’s just the truth, isn’t it?” 

“Phi reheated omelets on his break the other day and I thought I was gonna cry for a minute,” Aye tells him, laughing an embarrassed little laugh. “They’re not right here. They’re all undercooked and flavorless.”

“Did you get to have any?” asks Akk, imagining Aye looking (up, statistically) at this mysterious P’Win with his awful begging eyes.

“I wouldn't steal my senior’s lunch.”

Akk can’t help the little satisfied twitch of his mouth at that scandalized tone. Aye steals Akk’s lunch all the time. “Too bad. I get it a little, though. I really miss the way my mom prepares things.” 

Chiang Mai is easily 14 hours of travel from his house, more if you count having to switch trains, and he’s only been back once. He dutifully calls his parents every Sunday, but they don’t really have good enough reception there for regular video calls. 

Aye makes a sympathetic noise, then glances at something up and to the right of the camera. He frowns. “Baby, I have to go soon.” 

“‘Kay,” answers Akk, raising a hand to cover a sudden yawn. 

“Don’t worry about me too much,” Aye says, smiling at the screen all little and v-shaped. “I’m okay. I’ll go to a market and get my own ingredients and make my own omelet, and I’ll text you all the time, and I’ll call my mom twice so she can pretend I’m her favorite over you. Don’t you get too homesick either, okay?”

“Even if—“ Akk starts, hesitates, then forges on. He can say these things; he’s worked to say these things. “Even if I visit,” he tells Aye’s tiny, beloved face, miles and miles away and here in his dorm bathroom, “I’ll still be homesick until you come back. You’re my home.” 

Aye stares at him, mouth open for a minute, then demands, “Pick up your phone.”

“What?”

“Just do it. Pick up your phone.”

Slowly and distrustfully, Akk takes his phone off the counter and holds it closer to his face. “Wha—“

Aye’s screen moves suddenly closer and then goes dark, the sound weird and muffled. “Hug me,” he says, just barely audible. 

Akk laughs a little, breathless and pointlessly fond. What must it look like, to those people in the subway station? Alone in his own room, though, he doesn’t hesitate to pull his phone to his chest, right over his heart. 

After a moment, though, he gives in to the temptation to peek and finds the screen still dark. “Aye.”

The station blurs into view again behind an Aye who looks notably pinker than before, a rush of people just like the last one passing behind again. “You’re so — I love you so much,” Aye tells him, sounding helpless, “and I miss you. It’s stupid that term break is still so far away.”

“Aye,” says Akk again, unable to stop grinning if he’d actively tried. “Don’t be late for your train.”

“They’re always late for me,” grumbles Aye, but he sighs and says, “Go to bed, okay? I’ll talk to you later.”

“Love you too,” Akk tells him, just before hanging up so he doesn’t have to deal with whatever new heart-squeezing thing Aye’s face is going to do at that. 

Just before he actually gets into bed, quiet in the sudden silence of his empty dorm, his phone lights up with a text: "❤️❤️❤️❤️"

And far away, in a subway car in England, Aye barely represses a little noise of delight to receive “❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️” in return. 

[bisexualwintermoon]

if i had a nickel for every time an official star wars novel made mace windu out to be harsher than he is in the movies + tcw i would have three nickels. which isn’t a lot but that’s three too many.