#julia writes

[buckyclevens]

john confesses to gale (excerpt from my postwar fic)

inspired by the line in the movie tropical malady, "when i gave you the clash tape, i forgot to give you my heart. you can have it today"

John reaches out in the darkness and carefully places a hand on Gale’s warm shoulder. He doesn’t stir. His skin is soft.

“When I gave you my lucky deuce,” John whispers. “I forgot to give you my heart. You can have it today.”

The words are out. Doesn’t matter if Gale is asleep, John reasons, he said the words and they’re out. An invisible weight lifts itself from his shoulders and a vice unclenches from around his heart. John exhales softly. He closes his eyes, leaving his hand on Gale’s shoulder, grateful that he hasn’t stirred.

A moment before John falls into unconsciousness, he feels Gale’s hand come up to cover his own. He feels the mattress shift and opens his eyes to see Gale’s face inches from his own, lit up by the moonlight streaming bright through the window. At their feet, Cinnamon curls herself into a tight bun, purring softly.

“You’ve always had my heart, John,” he says, taking John’s hand and bringing his fingers to his lips. He holds his breath, spellbound as Gale presses his lips to each of John’s knobby knuckles, Gale’s eyes closed as he does so. Gale’s lips are so soft, though chapped, and John’s too tired to resist the thought of imagining his lips on his own.

#clegan #buck x bucky #johngale #mota #julia writes #i'm at such a loss with this fic lol

[coloredsolos]

BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

prompt: 9. "I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?”

content: frat boy!eren, modern au

wc: 1.9k

a/n: longest fic i’ve written yet but it’s the one i hate the most! be gentle I could not bear to proof read this but i’ve worked so hard on it I decided to post it anyways… anyways I hope you enjoy!!

The first time you met Eren was truly memorable for all the wrong reasons. You weren’t really an avid party goer, however your roommate Hitch had insisted you go to the “hottest party of the year”, so there you found yourself, in some frat house that felt way too cramped and smelled like liquor and vomit. Hitch had ditched you somewhere through the night after she had spotted a taller blonde girl, so you stood by yourself near the drink table, nursing some concoction Hitch had made you before she had disappeared. It was gross but it would get the job done.

A taller boy came up to fix himself a drink, his longer hair pulled back into a bun. You couldn’t help but glance at the unnamed boy a he fixed himself a drink.

Feeling your eyes on him, Eren looked up. Grabbing his drink, he made his way over to stand by you.

“Not having fun?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Not really my vibe.”

He nodded. “Yeah, parties suck. They get repetitive.”

You took a sip of your drink, letting the conversation die off. You weren’t really in the mood for small talk with some random boy you met at a party.

However, he didn’t let up.

“I haven’t seen you around before, you a freshman?”

“Junior. Like I said, not really my vibe.”

Eren nodded, taking a sip of his own drink. Clearing his throat he turned to face you.

“You know who’s throwing this party?” He asked.

You shook your head and laughed, “Probably another copy and paste frat boy.”

Eren let out a loud laugh, “Probably,” he agreed. “I’m Eren.” He offered you a smile.

After introducing yourself, the two of you fell into a steady conversation. Occasionally stopping to refill your drinks.

Leaning in close enough for you to hear, Eren’s breath tickled your ear as he spoke. “Do you wanna head to the balcony?”

You nodded.

Eren offered you his hand as he led you through the crowd. Clutching your drink, careful not to spill any with everyone bumping into the two of you.

“Jaeger!” Someone yelled, although you weren’t able to pinpoint the voice.

A shorter boy with a shaved head pushed his way to where Eren stood in front of you.

“Connie! What’s up man?” Eren let go of your hand to greet his friend. You stood behind him shifting from one foot to another.

“Listen man, awesome party! Shit is fire as always.”

Eren let out a laugh. “Thanks dude, listen I’ll catch up with you later alright?”

Connie, whose name you had gotten from Eren, looked behind his friend to where you stood.

“Good for you man, I’ll catch ya later!” He laughed, clapping his hand on Eren’s shoulder before excusing himself.

Realization had hit you hard. You had been shit talking whoever threw the party to the guy who threw the party. You felt your cheeks grow warm. What should you do? Should you apologize? Pretend it never happened?

Before you knew it you were standing outside with Eren. Few people were scattered about, most choosing to be in the main house where the music was.

“It’s so loud in there.” Eren huffed, breaking the silence.

“I’m so sorry. I had no clue you were the one throwing this party. Oh my god,” you apologized quickly.

Eren laughed once again, placing his hand in your shoulder he bent down slightly to be at eye level with you.

“It’s okay, really. I mean you weren’t wrong we are all kind of the same,” He laughed.

You shook your head, “Really you’re not, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Hey,” Eren stopped you. “I mean it. It’s okay.”

You sighed a breath of relief, before nodding.

“Okay.”

The second time you met Eren was memorable as well.m, this time for the right reasons.

“Hey!” Eren called out your name, jogging to catch up with you. Waiting for him, you offered him a small smile when he reached your location.

“Hey Eren, didn’t think I’d see you on this side of campus.” You smiled.

“Well maybe I knew you’d be over here.” He smirked.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, disregarding the slight blush that had made its way to your cheeks.

“So,” he began, “What would you say if I told you I knew the best place to get coffee on a day like today?”

“Hmm” you mused. “I’d say lead the way.”

Eren smiled, “You know, I’ve been wondering when I was gonna run into you. I swear I’ve been planning on running into you after class for like a week straight.”

You let out a giggle, “You know you do have my number right? You could have just asked…”

“Well where’s the magic in that?” Eren pouted.

You gave him a playful shove as you both continued walking.

You and Eren grew closer after that. The two of you didn’t go a day without talking, whether it be in person, over text, or even just facetiming one another when one of you was bored.

You also had started going to parties more often, especially ones thrown by Eren.

“You having fun?” a voice asked from behind you, you grinned turning to face the mystery man.

You shrugged, “It’s alright…”

Eren rolled his eyes. “Well then what do you say we take this party somewhere else?”

You nodded, almost too eagerly, the drinks you had previously downed making your brain feel fuzzy.

Eren grinned, grabbing your hand in his, and lead you up the stairs.

“Where are we going?” You called out, hoping Eren could hear you better now that the source of the music was getting further and further away.

“My room.” Eren said simply.

You couldn’t help but gulp. You hadn’t been to Eren’s room before. The two of you either always hung out at your dorm, or out in public.

“Hey? You still with me? We can go somewhere else if you want.” Eren placed his hand on your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“No no it’s ok. I’m good.” You offered him a small smile as he held the door to his bedroom open.

The harsh glow from his red LEDs illuminated the hallway.

Stepping into his room you took note of your surroundings, trippy posters littered the walls. You knew Eren liked to take part in some recreational activities, so you assumed the posters went hand in hand with that. You walked towards his bookshelf. There were a few books, but the shelf was relatively empty. His xbox sat on a table next to his TV that was placed on the floor near his bed.

“You a minimalist?” You joked.

Eren laughed, I just never settled in. Guess I figured why bother now if I’ll be leaving soon.”

This caught your attention.

“Leaving? Aren’t you a junior?”

Eren shrugged. “Yeah but not for long. I’m going back home.”

“Like dropping out? But you made it this far?”

Eren scoffed. “Yeah but I’m failing all my classes. All I do is throw and go to parties. Shit gets boring after a while. Figured once we get to Christmas break I’m done. I just won’t come back.”

You couldn’t help the fact that your mouth hung open. This was news to you. Christmas break? That was a few weeks away.

You had nothing to say, there was nothing you could say. “Who’s going to walk with me to get coffee? Who is gonna keep me company while Hitch is hanging out with Annie? Eren you can’t leave…” you bit your lip.

Eren gave you a sad smile. “Come on now… This is for the best. I don’t wanna keep wasting my parent’s money. Besides, my dad is always gone, my mom needs help.”

“But hey,” Eren continued. “You have my number, I’ll come back and visit you and we can call as much as you want okay?” He came to place a hand on your shoulder.

You nodded, however, your eyes stayed focused on the floor.

“Hey,” His hand lifted your chin so you’d look at him. Finally meeting his gaze, you were surprised to find how close he was.

“I mean it.”

Your eyes never left his as you nodded once more. Noticing the way his gaze dropped down to your lips before his eyes were back on yours. Did you see that right? You couldn’t have, you and Eren were friends, that was all. But a part of you jumped with excitement at the idea of your friend wanting to kiss you. The same part of you that had always wondered what it would be like to be something more with Eren.

You brought your bottom lip in between your teeth, catching Eren’s attention once more. You slowly releases your bottom lip, watching as Eren’s tongue dipped out of his mouth to wet his lips. Without another thought, you pulled Eren closer by the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips onto his. Eren kissed you back without hesitation. The kiss was hungry, animalistic. You weren’t sure what had come over the two of you but at this point you didn’t care.

Eren began to lead you backwards towards the bed presumably, his hands all over you. Everywhere he touched felt on fire.

The next time you saw Eren was at a party one his frat brothers had been throwing.

“Eren!” You called out once you saw the taller boy. However, his attention stayed on whoever he had been talking to. Maybe he hadn’t heard you? Pushing your way through the crowded room you came to stand in front of Eren.

“Hey!” You smiled, Eren gave you a tight lipped smile and a brief nod. “You ok?” you asked once you noticed his awkward demeanor. He gave a short nod before a slightly shorter man with red hair came up to the both of you.

“Jaeger! Oh shit who’s this?” The unnamed man asked.

Before you were able to introduce yourself, seeing as Eren wasn’t going to, a look of realization crossed over the man’s face.

“Holy shit!! You’re the one Eren banged right? Eren said you were wild… up for a little action?”

“What?” You’re attention snapped to Eren, who didn’t seem to have an ounce of remorse. “What are you talking about?”

“Are you dense?” The red head scoffed. You were taken aback by the boy’s rude demeanor.

You looked back at Eren expecting an explanation, to no avail. Eren looked at you with the same blank expression, offering a shrug of his shoulders.

“Eren what is he talking about?”

“We dared Eren to sleep with 2 people the same night beautiful. I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Two people the same night? Was Eren just scouting you out the whole time to use you?

“I guess you’re right. My mistake.” You shrugged, turning around making your way to leave.

The last time you saw Eren was across campus right before Christmas break. The snow had settled around campus and students were few to find now that everyone was going home. You had caught him staring at you, although neither one of you made any move to speak or acknowledge the other. He had boxes in his hands, presumably packing to leave to go back home for good. And honestly? You couldn’t be happier, you were ready to rid yourself of Eren Jaeger.

#julia writes #promptober #aot angst #aot prompts #attack on titan prompts #attack on titan angst #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger angst #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyojin #aot #attack on titan #eren x reader #eren x you #eren angst #eren aot #aot eren #snk eren #eren snk #snk x reader #snk x you #aot x reader #aot x you #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #prompts

[redjayson]

Oh, I recognize girls are fighting from an old progress update and I'd been wondering if that one had already been posted and I missed it! What's up with it?

OMG I FUCKING FORGOR TO ANSWER THIS. sorry for the late reply nonny. it's not been posted yet, this is still a WIP! here's the original bullet points from my svsss ideas folder, which is why the working title is what it is:

binghe interrupts the punishment protocol dream bc meng mo calls out to him like “hey come get your man he’s being fucked up by some dream realm even I can’t break into” but binghe can break into it bc Protagonist Halo (+ xin mo?)

bingge vs. bingmei happens early and oh boy the girls are fightingggg

luo binghe truly lives in an endless cycle of having to fight other versions of himself in defense of his shizun 😭

"You dare address Shizun in such a way?" Binghe snarls, further delineating the differences between the two of them. "You dare to hurt him?!" Even as he says that, Shen Qingqiu can feel a familiar squirming in his guts and through his body. His physical body may be confused about which Heavenly Demon's blood is in his body, but that doesn't seem to matter in the Dream Realm! He can feel the bleeding slow, the pain fade—though not disappear—as Binghe deadens the nerves in and near his shoulder.  Luo Bingge sneers. "How did you get inside my dreamscape? Who are you?" "Why did you take Shizun?" Binghe returns. Luo Bingge tilts his head slightly as he studies them. "I didn't," he says slowly. "But...since he's here..." His smile is one that Shen Qingqiu had once admired. It had been on multiple pieces of fanart, including some posters that Shen Yuan may or may not have hung in his bedroom. It is mirthless and merciless and Shen Qingqiu had never realized the way it doesn't reach his eyes, leaving them flat and dead.  "Why not keep having fun together?" Luo Bingge finishes his thought.

#ask prompt #julia writes #svsss

[imwriting0verhere]

Masterlist

Sam Fender x Reader

One-Shots

Absolute Bliss

What's Meant To Be

Series

“Love Again”

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Johnny Bond x Reader/OFC

One-Shots

Festival Reunion (smut)

3 a.m. Cuppas

#sam fender fanfic #sam fender imagines #sam fender x reader #sam fender #johnny bond fanfic #johnny bond imagines #johnny bond #sam fender fanfiction #johnny bond fanfiction #bondy #bondy imagines #catfish and the bottlemen #love again #julia writes

[juliafied]

Face to Face

Chapter 4: When You're Smiling and Astride Me

Fandom: Hades

Pairing: Thanatos/Zagreus

Rating: Mature

Chapter(s): 4/5

Words: 8765

AO3

Summary:

Thanatos can’t remember the last time he went on a date that wasn’t with his email inbox, so Charon sets about rectifying the situation by making him a profile on a dating app. Sifting through guys who fish and tourists looking for one night stands, Thanatos comes across his childhood best friend, who he hasn’t spoken to since their strange parting as teenagers. Thanzag modern AU, online dating.

It would have been easier if Thanatos had changed. If he’d become full of himself, like the stereotype of the successful finance guy that he is, or if he’d become one of those weird conspiracy theorists that have been cropping up all around lately. That is, if their friendship had been one of convenient proximity and not of genuine connection.

But he’d been just the same. Self-deprecating, dry yet somehow still affectionate, quick to fluster at Zagreus’ teasing. Exactly as they’d been as kids, climbing with their sandwiches to the top of the hill overlooking the ancient ruins in their neighbourhood, laughing at the tourists with their funny hats and single-use cameras. Just a little taller. Better-spoken, maybe. No longer nervously tossing too-long bangs out of his eyes. He wishes… he wishes he’d asked him about the last seven years, about something other than a college fling that had clearly meant so little that Thanatos had barely remembered the guy’s name. About who he spends time with on the weekends, and if he has a favourite coffee shop closer to work. If he still likes to read everything he can get his hands on. Whether he's been in love.

Achilles nudges him out of his thoughts – the stranger has bought the three of them shots. “You alright, lad?”

“Not sure,” Zagreus says truthfully as the bartender expertly flips his bottle of tequila and fills three shot glasses to the brim. Achilles’ admirer flashes a smile in their direction that doesn’t extend to Zagreus. They’re passed three limes by the bartender, and a moment and a ‘cheers’ later, the alcohol has burned its way to a warm place in Zagreus’ stomach.

He watches as Achilles leans in close to yell in the stranger’s ear, whose hand has migrated to the back of the barstool, thumb grazing Achilles’ shoulder periodically, and this annoys him, though Zag’s not sure why. He finishes his other drink that’s mostly melted ice at this point, but the guy behind the bar is busy again, so he thumbs through the menu. Checks his phone – an email’s come in, from Athena thanking them for their hard work on the grant they’d submitted this afternoon, and a text that’s an overly formal but expected request for a catch up lunch from Meg. He swears she must have a reminder in her calendar. First Friday of the month, check on Zagreus. Scheduled, just like everything else in her life. He slides his phone back in his pocket just in time to order another drink, and before long a margarita is in front of him, ice-cold and beading with condensation. By the time he finishes it, Achilles’ new friend’s hand has made it off the back of the chair and onto Achilles’ waist. Zagreus scowls and taps him on the shoulder.

“Should we dance?”

The booze is thick and heavy in his limbs as they make their way slowly to the most densely-packed part of the club, closest to the speakers and the dense, hard bass that slams into Zagreus’ heart with every beat. He’s not a very good dancer, but Achilles is, moving with ease, catching more than a few eyes around him. Zagreus can’t say he’s never thought about it before, especially back when he first joined the lab, assigned to be mentored directly by basically a demigod in a dress shirt. Even now, as Achilles tosses his hair and shoots a smile over his shoulder, there’s a twinge of something in the pit of Zag’s stomach.

And that’s when he spots him.

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#don't look at that chapter count increasing ok #also I'm (sort of) back? #posting on tumblr for the first time in forever #grad school has been kind of killing me #my solution: being late getting to the lab to post this lmao #julia writes #thanatos/zagreus #thanzag #modern au #online dating au

[baekhansol]

But imagine trying to convince vernon to have sex with you and he just teases "You're so tight I'm not going to fit" just to make you beg more because you really want his fat cock. Then before he considers pushing in you, he works you up to three of his fingers pumping into you and makes sure you orgasm twice. When he pushes in, there's still a delightful stretch- the one you always crave. You both don't get how you're so tight but he fits so snugly. (So you like to practice often.)

#julia writes #seventeen smut #vernon smut #hansol smut #vernon chwe smut #seventeen reactions

[juliaandthephantoms]

WIP tag game

Wurde von @muidipel getagged den letzten geschriebenen Satz meines WIPs zu posten. Danke fürs an mich denken <3

Das is jetzt bisshen fies, weil der letzte geschriebene Satz der letzte Satz der Fic is, weil 1st draft fertig 😂 Vllt. cheate ich minimal und benutze den letzten Satz, den ich bearbeitet hab.

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Er hatte zwar 100.000 Euro in die Wette gesteckt und noch einiges im Casino liegen lassen, aber am Ende des Tages würde er hier rauskommen und das alles hinter sich lassen können.

ok ich glaube ich kenne nicht mal so viele Leute, hilfe. Ich sollte kürzere Sätze schreiben.

Your turn @croissant-enthusiast @the-thorster @spatort @dithschi

#taucherwetteLeo fic hehe #tag games #julia writes

[3xc3lsior]

hi I just wanted to say that I’m in the middle of reading evol and I love your brain

Hi I love YOU!!

#also in that case feel free to take it off my hands/out of my head #bc she causes me naught but grief 😌 unlike you who brings me joy!! #peaky peaky #Julia writes #incarnadine #peaky blinders fanfic #ask

[buckyclevens]

phantom touch by me (aka burglarbilbo on ao3)

summary: set post-stalag-fight. john egan has some intricate rituals.

Gale’s fist stings and John knows he means it.

He pushed and pushed and Gale finally pushed back.

He sulks in his own bunk, letting the feeling of Gale’s fist on his face linger. John thinks about getting a wet rag or something to press against his reddening nose, but decides against it. In his lap, his hands shake lightly. He can still feel the phantom touch of Gale grabbing his legs and pushing and pulling at him.

The news of D-Day had been quick to distract Gale and alleviate just an ounce of John’s own worry, but it did nothing to repair the rift John feels growing between them. He sighs, unable to shake the weightless emptiness in his chest.

The rest of the barrack files in and John glances at Gale as he walks in, catching his eye for half a moment before he has to look away. Something between shame and guilt stir in his chest, hot and icy.

Gale’s bunk lies empty; Gale sits at the table, working on putting finishing touches on his radio. It’s rare that John spends time in his own bunk, usually he’s taking over Gale’s, but when John had thought about sitting in Gale’s bed when all of them were ordered back into the barracks, something in him shot that idea down quickly.

He lets the feeling of Gale’s hands on him fade.

It’s not until after dinner when Gale comes to him.

He’s got the doc’s makeshift medkit tucked under his arm, a bowl of undoubtedly icy water in one hand and a hand rolled cigarette and lighter in his other hand. A peace offering.

“Hey there, Major,” Gale says.

John bites back something mean and venomous before it can leave his mouth. He looks away but sits up in bed, swinging his legs over the edge.

Gale pulls up a chair and sits next to the bed, close enough for his knees to brush John’s. John doesn’t meet his gaze, keeps staring down at where their knees brush, feeling the warmth of him through the thick fabric of their uniforms.

Gale places the cigarette and lighter on the bed next to John’s leg and wordlessly places the medkit in John’s lap before dabbing a cloth into the bowl of water and leaning forward. He takes John’s face in his hand, gently cupping his chin, and starts gently cleaning away the few drops of blood that had started to dry and crust on his upper lip.

John knows Gale can feel his jaw start to tremble and he still can’t look him in the eye, even this close to him — especially this close to him. Hands resting limply in his lap, John sits still as Gale cleans him up. His nose isn’t broken, Gale clearly pulled his punch during their scuffle, but it still smarts. It’ll bruise. John guesses it already is starting to. (He thinks he wants it to.)

“Sorry ‘bout this, John,” Gale says, voice soft, as if it’s just the two of them there.

John clenches his hands into fists in his lap to keep himself from reaching out and touching Buck the way he wants to, the way he needs to.

“We got to western Europe,” Gale says. “It won’t be like this forever.”

John swallows around the lump in his throat. He looks around, catches Demarco’s eye at the poker table before he looks away, then finally, John looks at Gale . The tightness in his chest pulses as he meets Gale’s warm gaze.

“Nine months,” he says quietly.

Gale looks at him.

“It’s been nine months since you’ve touched me,” his voice is barely above a whisper. Gale is still holding his chin in his hands, gentle, firm, and warm.

“John…”

He grabs Gale’s wrist all of a sudden, stops him from cleaning his face. He presses the pad of his thumb to Gale’s pulse. John has always known Gale to have rough hands, at home he worked with animals, at bootcamp anyone who came in with soft hands wasn't long for them , and here and now no one, least of all Gale has had leisure time for calluses and blisters to fade. Ever since they started this thing between them, John’s loved the feeling of Gale’s hands on him; his rough hands giving him the lightest, gentlest touches. Now, John will take whatever touch Gale will give him, even if he has to press for it.

The first time Gale touched him, just a half-joking caress of his cheek, John thought about it for days after, half thinking (half hoping) that his cheek was branded with Gale’s fingerprints. They’d been in bootcamp then, young and bone-tired; John had been halfway drunk but he remembers it all so vividly.

Now, John holds Gale’s wrist with a cautious tenderness. Everything around them fades away — the sound of the men playing poker, the freezing barracks, the damn stalag itself . It’s just them. John’s skin burns where Gale touches him — intense and familiar. John almost closes his eyes, starts to lean into it.

At the poker table, Brady cheers loudly, breaking the two of them out of their thoughts. Reality comes back around them. Buck looks away, back at the table, smiling in quiet congratulations.

“Bucky,” Gale says again, a slight warning. He takes his hand away from his face, letting John’s grip on his wrist drop. John doesn’t fight it.

A bitter smile stretches John’s mouth and he looks away, grabs the cigarette and lighter. His face throbs a bit more and he wishes he had ice to dull the pain. He lights up. The tobacco is a nice distraction from the fact that he wants to run and he wants to touch Gale and he wants to get the fuck out and he wants to —

“Bucky,” comes Gale’s voice. “It’s cold tonight, mind if I bunk here?”

“Sure, Buck,” he says. “Sure.” Because what else could he possibly say? Gale is trying, John can see that much, and he’s felt shitty all evening. Maybe the news about landing at Normandy does mean this will be over soon. The energy for hope is draining him and he doesn’t have it in him to push Gale away, at least no further than he already feels.

Lights out comes and goes.

John lies down, presses his back against the wall of his bunk, facing outward. He closes his eyes, letting the time pass, dull moonlight streaming through the grimy windows. He doesn’t know how much time has passed when he feels his blankets shift and Gale crawl into his bunk. John opens his eyes and finds Gale’s soft face inches away. Gale smiles at him, small, mouth closed. He knows this smile well. He knows all of Gale’s smiles well.

Under the scratchy blanket, Gale reaches out and places his hand on John’s arm, squeezing gently.

“Hiya, Bucky,” Gale whispers.

John squeezes his eyes closed and reaches for Gale. He closes his hand around a fistful of fabric, pulling him close. Gale presses his lips to John’s forehead silently.

“I’m sorry, John,” Gale says. “We’re getting out of this.”

John nods. He’s heard this so many times, lately it’s seemed like Gale is always saying it to him. “I know,” John says, but he’s hard-pressed to believe it. He doesn’t have the energy to pick a fight and he doesn’t even really want to, not when he has Gale here like this.

“I’m serious,” Gale says, his lips against John’s face, breath warm on his skin. “You ‘n me, Bucky .” Another kiss. “John.”

Gale presses forward, wraps an arm around John , holding him close, pressing them together. John buries his face in Gale’s neck, breathes him in. His face aches with the phantom touch of Gale’s fist but this cuts through that noise; his neck is warm and soft and through all the grime and dirt he still smells like Gale.

“How are you like this all the time?” John says before he can stop himself.

A beat passes in silence between them.

“I don’t know any other way to be,” Gale says. “It’s you and me.”

John’s chest twists and he clings to Gale tighter. It’s the warmest he’s felt in ages.

“Yeah,” John says. “It is.” He shuts his eyes and wills his mind to be quiet, forcing himself to get lost in the way Gale holds him now. For the first time in months, John falls asleep peacefully, warm in Gale’s arms.

#clegan #mota #buck x bucky #i'm a glutton for hurt/comfort #julia writes

[coloredsolos]

FOREVER IS A BIG WORD

pairing: levi x gn!reader

content: husband!levi just can’t bare the idea of losing you; no regrets spoilers

wc: 1.1k

a/n: I hope you enjoy this quick little piece I wrote! It’s based on this request for husband!levi headcanons. not proofread

Forever is a big word. Levi knows that. Levi also knows that there isn’t a doubt in his mind that you are his forever. 

He met you when he joined the scouts. By force, that was. Erwin had made him a deal he quite literally couldn’t refuse. So he, Isabel, and Furlan joined the scout regiment. Of course, Levi wasn’t happy about this. He knew this was all for the sake of his mission. Find the information Erwin had and kill him, however, he made it very clear that joining the scouts was not his choice. 

But then he met you.

There was something about you that just made him want to let down those barriers he had built up around himself. He could feel himself falling from the moment he met you.

But Levi knew being a scout was temporary. He was only there to find the information Erwin had and kill him. 

Yet, every time Levi was given an opportunity, he’d find a reason to avoid doing so. He couldn’t leave you yet. Furlan and Isabel were starting to grow suspicious of their friend. The most skilled person they know wasn’t able to do what was asked. They knew better. 

“You know Levi if you keep staring like that you’ll start to drool.” Furlan laughed, earning him a glare from his shorter friend. 

“He’s right big brother, you’ll catch flies.” Isabel practically fell back with giggles.

“Shut up you two. Focus on what we came here to do.” Levi scolded his friends.

When the day of Levi’s first scout mission came and went. He was nearly inconsolable. Losing his two best friends due to his selfishness drove him mad. You had found him panting, surrounded by the bodies of your dead comrades, a titan demolished in the background. He sought comfort in your arms when they hesitantly wrapped around him, and he vowed he would not let the same fate fall to you.

Eventually, comrades lead to friends. And friends lead to…more than friends (at least that’s what Levi would call it). The day you introduced him as your partner was a difficult day for Levi. He had never been someone’s partner before. What if he wasn’t good at it? What if he just hurt you in the end? He couldn’t live with himself. But you assured him that you could handle yourself. And that you knew no matter how long you two were together, you were going to make the most of it. You were going to live your life how you wanted, despite its uncertainty in length. You told him that yes, with your position there was no telling when one day you’d go beyond the walls and not return, but until that day you were Levi’s. It was enough for him. He swore to you that he was yours just as much as you were his. And watching the way you lit up with his words almost made him tear his hair out. 

And then he asked you to marry him. You had risked your life to save some rookie who didn’t know what they were doing. Pushing them out of the way of a 10 meter’s hand that was barreling down to crush whoever was in its path. Levi couldn’t breathe, without thinking he took off on his ODM gear, zipping through the air and slicing the nape of the titan’s neck without hesitation. As the titan fell, Levi was convinced he had lost another person who meant something to him. 

But he hadn’t. You emerged from the titan’s now loose grip, a limp in your step, supporting the same rookie who nearly got you taken away from Levi. 

“Levi! We need to-“ You had started to speak, getting ready to insist that the nameless rookie be taken to the center of the formation Erwin had planned out where he would hopefully be able to ride the cart all the way back. 

“Marry me.” Levi was quick to stop your words in their track.

“W-what?” You were taken quite off guard. You had tried speaking to Levi about marriage before, but he always seemed uninterested. When in reality, the question had been right on the top of his tongue for months.

Levi seemed to take himself off guard as well. He meant it of course, but he was just surprised he had finally been able to muster up the courage to ask. He may have been humanity’s strongest soldier but he was also the most awkward when it came to his relationship. Without wasting another second, Levi puffed out his chest and stood tall, repeating the question once more.

The two of you wed quickly after. Neither of you wanted to wait knowing how uncertain life can be. 

Levi had always been a little anxious whenever there was a mission outside of the walls, especially since the incident with that 10-meter titan, but now that the two of you were married, his anxiety had grown to full-blown panic. 

He loved you and he was so proud of you for wanting to be a symbol of hope for humanity, but god did you have to be so reckless? Shitty glasses must have been rubbing off on you. 

Levi couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you, in his ideal world you would live a long happy life (preferably with him by your side if you’d have him). But Levi couldn’t help that feeling of dread that slowly crept up the back of his neck. He could protect you inside the walls. But outside? He wasn’t so sure. He had been doubting not only his but your abilities. Levi found himself constantly second-guessing his commander as well.

“I don’t see why Erwin has you positioned over here when I’m all the way over here. What if something were to happen?” He’d mumble to himself while looking at a layout of the formation Erwin had drawn up.

“Levi, my love, I’ll be okay. I know what I can handle. If there’s by some chance something I can’t handle, I’ll fire off a flare, or hell I’ll come find you myself.”

Levi’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat at the corny, yet sweet nickname that fell from your lips. 

“Tch stupid flares. Just come find me.” He’d turn away, a dust of pink littered across his cheeks.

“I promise. I’ll head straight for you.” You did your best to comfort him. And truth be told, Levi did find comfort in your words. He trusted you with everything he had in him. 

“Hey,” you spoke softly, resting your hand on his cheek. Levi’s gaze locked onto yours. “I’m yours forever. I’m not going anywhere.”

Pressing his forehead against your own he let out a small sigh of contentment. “I’m yours forever.” He would repeat back to you for years to come.

#julia writes #attack on titan #aot #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #levi aot #aot x you #aot x reader #captain levi #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman #levi x you #levi x reader #levi #captain levi x reader #captain levi x you #aot imagine #aot imagines #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #snk x you #snk levi #levi fluff #aot fluff

[redjayson]

“All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information.  "Who am I supposed to be?" Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders. Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh. [Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

chapter 2 is here! :D

#happy hanukkah here's a new chapter #my fic #fic: second-hand alibis #julia writes #svsss #shen twins au

[feral-ballad]

Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Moments"

[Text ID: “Me, inside myself, / always waiting for something / that my mind can’t define.”]

#julia de burgos #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography #poetry in translation #puerto rican poetry #puerto rican literature

[juliafied]

First Sentence Game

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

Thanks for the tag @baejax-the-great!

Face to Face (Thanatos/Zagreus):

Thanatos is swiping idly on the latest dating app when he spots him.

Love All (Fenris/F!Hawke):

He is serving, the first time Hawke spots him, the long fingers of his left hand holding the feathers of the shuttle elegantly, pinky and ring finger raised.

what a drag to love you like I do (Thanatos/Zagreus):

Thanatos is four, or four hundred – the mortal years mean little to the chthonic gods and denizens of the Underworld, but he feels very young yet, compared to Nyx’s eternity – when the prince is born.

two shadows, reaching (Achilles/Patroclus)

The moment Achilles’ feet strike warm Elysium earth, his heart starts racing.

Remembrance (Fenris/F!Hawke):

They've been playing tourist on the shiny cobblestone streets of Val Royeaux for most of the afternoon when Fenris' eyes pass over a sign in front of a building size and shape of the Lothering chantry.

No Matter What Happens (Vander & Vi):

“I was thinking about what you said.”

If I Don't Have You (Silco & Jinx):

It's the first time he's leaving her alone, since—

Since she left.

Trouble (Caitlyn/Vi):

Jayce will understand, Caitlyn thinks first.

White Bird (F!Shepard, implied Shakarian):

She opens her eyes to crows, blots of dark against a sky in the most familiar blue.

Sunrise Rituals (Aloy/Varl):

“Argh!”

The only pattern I can spot is that I like to start with either an action, or the character observing an action. Also, what an opening line for Aloy in Sunrise Rituals, lmaoooo

Tagging @asaara-writes, @redmapleleavesonwhitesnow, @midnightprelude :)

#argh made me laugh #so silly #tag game #julia talks #julia writes

[baekhansol]

Boundaries of Fate - CH 2: The Koi Pond

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Seungcheol x Reader, Chan x Reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : angst, world + character development

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : waking up alone after your wedding night is not something you expected. hopelessness ensues and you have no idea how to handle it

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 4.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : depression, near-death experience w/ slight suicidal ideation, mention of sex toys/sex, hinted perv!chan

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : this is loosely inspired by Under the Oak Tree, a comic on Manta, as well as @fizzydrink698’s “consort.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @robinsong1108 @deekayownsme @catwonwoo

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 - tumblr is based on reblogs, not likes. so reblogs and comments/tags are appreciated!

You hesitate to open your eyes, but slowly do so. As you rub any sleep from your eyes, you notice that you’re already alone and incredibly sore. You sit up with a slight frown, carefully getting out of bed. You wonder where Seungcheol went as you wander towards the fireplace. 

You pick up your soiled underwear, and your nose immediately scrunches in disgust. They were oddly wet, but not just from your arousal. It was similar to when you would have a stickier discharge, but you knew this wasn’t from you. 

You set them down in the laundry bin before making your way to the door, peering outside at the guards. Their faces flush ever so slightly as one of them speaks up. 

“Your highness! One of your maids was just on her way to finish getting heated water for your bath. She should be back soon,” he manages to get out. 

You nod and manage to make it back to your bed, looking more carefully at the covers this time. You frown when you notice only a stain from Seungcheol’s cum mixed with your juices, but no blood. 

Before you can get too lost in that thought, Sewan knocks on the door and enters with a bottle of some sort of perfume or soap. 

“Your highness! I’m glad to see you’re awake! If you can make it this way, your bath is about ready,” Sewan says, pushing a door open with her foot. 

You carefully stand back up and follow where she went, hearing the sound of running water. The soothing scent of lavender hits your nose as you manage to come inside, finding a large tub in the floor of the room. Off to an alcove is a toilet, which you make use of. You notice the plug still inside of you, and you’re unsure what to do about it. So, you choose to leave it for the meantime.

“Your highness, I don’t mean to overstep, but before Seungcheol left, he told me you were wearing a plug? And that you may not know what to do about it?” You hear Sewan say, stepping aside so she could see you. 

“He left?” you ask, your lips pursing into a frown. 

“Yes, it seems there was an emergency in the fourteenth district that he went to settle. He said he informed you, but that you feel right back asleep…” 

You hum, knowing that when you were exhausted it could be hard to wake you and that you were prone to sleep talking at times. 

“Well, he told me that you could take it out and that you probably should as well. Would you like help, or-?” 

You shake your head as you carefully hold it, relaxing your muscles as you pull it out. You immediately get goosebumps, surprised by the foreign feeling of it. 

“Set it here, and we can clean it,” Sewan says, holding out a small towel in her hands. 

You set it there before finishing up and washing your hands. 

“This is a soap that you should use for it. It’s specifically made for sexual objects to keep them clean,” Sewan says, opening a cabinet and showing you the soap. “You want to make sure you clean it after every use, and often before each use as well to stay sanitary and avoid infections.” 

“Infections?” you ask curiously, washing it off as directed. 

“Yes, you can get vaginal infections, as well as skin infections on the outside. All very unpleasant, I have been told,” Sewan informs you, offering a clean towel to dry it. “And then once dry, store it in this,” she adds, handing you a perfectly sized sack for the vaginal plug. 

You put it inside and pull the strings, placing it next to the soap in the cabinet, groaning as you bend down. 

“Why don’t we get you into a bath then?” 

“Please,” you murmur, leaning on her for support as you walk to the tub. 

Sewan helps you take off your nightgown, and you carefully step down into the tub. You can’t help the soft moan that escapes you as you enter the warm water, as it immediately soothes your body. 

You take the moment to look down at yourself, noticing the bruising on your hips and thighs. “Is it normal to be so bruised?” you softly ask her, uncertainly tracing the marks. 

Sewan sits next to you outside of the tub, peering down at your thighs with a soft, affectionate laugh. “Yes, it is. And you do have more of them. Here is the mirror,” she giggles, handing the handheld mirror to you. 

As you take it, you nearly drop it in shock at the vibrant marks that bloomed down your neck and chest. 

“There is a high-necked gown I can wear, right?” you ask, gingerly tracing the bruises. 

“Of course, your highness. We can also cover what shows with makeup, for now, if it makes you uncomfortable,” Sewan informs you. 

You hum softly and nod, letting yourself relax in the bath and enjoy your time getting ready for the day. 

When you are fully dressed and satisfied with your appearance, you are led to a dining room, which is more intimate than the entire dining hall. 

As you enter, you find Chan inside, reading reports and seemingly waiting for you. 

“Good morning, your highness,” Chan says, bowing slightly as he pulls out the chair next to him. 

“Good morning, Chan,” you murmur as you sit, your cheeks heating up as you remember how closely he watched you with Seungcheol the night prior. 

“Since you were asleep when Seungcheol ate and left, I figured I would eat with you in his stead… if that is alright with you?” Chan says. It was customary for the newlyweds to eat in the morning together at least on their first morning together. Given the circumstances, that clearly was impossible. 

“No, I don’t mind the company,” you admit with a slight shake of your head. You much preferred it over eating alone, especially in such a grand room. 

You find Chan to be rather agreeable and easy to talk to. When you would feel uncertain or not know what to say, he would either be reassuring or alter the topic so you would be comfortable. 

Once you finish your plate, the loneliness catches up to your soul. You had been bound to another, and he had left you alone in a foreign place among foreign people. Your soul wept at the realization. You swallow the overwhelming feeling, letting it settle for the moment. 

“I must apologize, Chan. You shouldn’t have to have a soiled wife,” you say, unable to meet his eyes as you practically flee the room. 

His chair falls as he stands, and you can tell he intends to race after you. The guards outside the door are startled by your behavior, but you were quick to lose any followers. 

Certainly, there was an ache inside. No one deserved the treatment you were being given. Loneliness threatens to overwhelm you, your mind and heart racing alongside your body. You run until you can’t, not caring if you were lost. 

You halt outside in a garden, which you know immediately is not the main garden. You sink to the ground, dirtying your elegant garments carelessly. You stare at your reflection in the pond, watching as large, nearly cat-sized koi come to greet you on the off chance you had food. 

“My apologies to you as well, little ones,” you murmur, tears falling from your eyes and into the pool. 

Most of them soon learn you have no intention of feeding them and excuse themselves, but a few smaller ones remain to keep you company. A bitter laugh escapes you as you wonder, “do you think it’s raining?” as your tears continue to fall, your form beginning to tremble. 

Weak. 

You knew crying made you weak. 

You prayed no one would hear or see you in such a sorry state. 

You wept your heart out, ignoring the distant cries of “your highness” even as the sky begins to cry with you. 

The perverse desire of falling into the pond began to overwhelm you, so you know it is time to remove yourself from the area. Thunder booms above you as you stand, your cloudy vision causing you to trip into the pool. 

You couldn’t tell how deep it was as your body slowly hurled forward, and you gave in to the inevitable. You heard the splash of the water delayed as you began to sink, a silent cry escaping you. 

But the perverse desire was becoming a reality, so why even try to fight it? 

You feel another’s arms wrap around your waist as you give into the foggy haze your brain was turning into. Why have the need for hope when you were given away and set aside so easily? 

The blankets were oddly warm as you begin to wake, and you can sense someone by your side. Your eyes barely open, and you find yourself staring into those of a man sitting near your husband on the night of your wedding. He was familiar, yet you couldn’t put a name to him. His white hair should have given him away, but it was just out of reach. 

His pale hand lightly feathers over your forehead and temple, as he softly whispers, “You’re safe, Y/N. Focus on healing for me, alright?” The same hand rests on the crown of your head, encouraging more warmth to flow within your body. At that moment, you realize he is fae, and just as you begin to remember his name, you’re gone. 

The next time you regain consciousness, you are completely aware of the heavy fever you are running. You were never ill or sickly, so your current state was a surprise for you. 

“Your highness?” you hear Sewan call for you. “His highness was able to write you a letter,” she continues, noticing you doing your best to respond. 

My lovely wife, 

I can’t apologize enough in writing for the state I’ve put you in. It was never my intention to leave without saying goodbye-now I know you sleep talk, so I will be certain you are awake if I must ever leave abruptly. (which hopefully I never will!) 

My beautiful Y/N, feel better soon. I will return as quickly as I can subdue them. If Chan and the others aren’t taking care of you well enough, I will make a fuss worse than the mating displays of dragons. Which, if you have never seen, I assure you you never want to. Not because it's disturbing, but that it is destructive.

I know you are uncertain with your experiences and body, so I wanted you to know, in writing, that you are completely and totally allowed to touch yourself in my absence. Remember how I caressed you and worshiped you like you deserve, and know that when I return, I look forward to doing so again. Only if you are in the mood and up for it, of course. 

-S.Coups 

If you could have focused on her, you would have been well aware of how red Sewan’s face became at the words she was reading. But alas, you were already falling back asleep into a fever dream. 

The next time you woke up, you felt completely refreshed. Your body still felt weak, but you needed to bask in the rays of the afternoon sun. You are slow to sit up, the rustle of the blankets alerting Sewan, who must have fallen asleep at your side. Her head rested on the bed, but she quickly sat up and tried to fix herself. 

Right away, you knew she had been with you the entire time. 

“How long have I been ill?” you manage to ask her in a hoarse voice. 

“Three days,” she tells you, quickly getting up. “Let me have someone get you food and water, okay?” Sewan rushes out as you slowly get up, carefully steadying yourself with the left chair.

Sewan comes back and helps you prepare yourself for the day, helping you into a comfortable dress that wasn’t too tight. 

“His highness Chan would like to see you, your highness,” she tells you as she finishes your hair. 

You do your best to hold back your groan, managing a slight nod instead. “I’ll be fine with him then. Make sure you rest up, okay?” you say as you stand up. 

“And his highness Jeonghan wants to check on you, but I’m sure he will find you. Don’t do anything too intense, okay?” Sewan adds, her eyebrows knitting in worry. 

“I won’t. I will probably just relax in the sunlight. I need it,” you say with a soft laugh. It wasn’t too bitter, as you meant it. 

Outside, you end up on a bench swing facing a large oak tree. You try guessing its age as you swing back and forth, and decide on around two hundred years old. 

If I see someone I will ask them to find out for me. 

You soon hear the sound of footsteps on the stone path, and you steady yourself with a deep breath before looking up at your companion. 

Chan had his hair swept back from his forehead, making him look practically unreal. By the slight tenseness of his brows and jaw muscles, you could tell he was nervous. “May I join you?” he asks.

You nod slightly, saying, “of course you may.”

He carefully sits down, gently having the swing go back into the gentle pace you were swinging in. 

“I’m glad you are feeling better. Is being outside helping?” he asks, watching you.

“I think so. It’s a good change, too,” you murmur.

“The sunlight will help,” he says gently. Chan pauses, and you feel your nerves bundling into a knot. “I don’t care if you’re a virgin or not,” He begins. “I know we don’t know each other too well, but I do want to get to know you better.” 

Your cheeks heat up at his words, and you stare at the ground. 

“I don’t mind you also being with Hyung. I can love you anyway, and I want you to give me a chance too. Both of us a chance,” Chan continues. “I’m sure you are still more used to monogamy, but just consider polygamy, okay? If you don’t want to love me, we can pretend.” It’s obvious the thought hurts him, but Chan sincerely wants what is best for you. 

You tap your fingers idly on the armrest of the swing, considering how honest to be with him. You always were taught to tell the truth, but in school, you learned to keep it short and to yourself. What good is a lady if she talks and causes problems? 

You lick your lips, preparing yourself for the brutal truth that you decide to share. “I always felt that people were supposed to be monogamous, and anything else was immoral. But as a young child, I found that my father had… many affairs and… women tending his bed beside my mother. It’s… why the lion suits him so well,” you begin, staring at the old tree. “I vowed never to take more than one partner when I was younger. It… it wasn’t anything official, of course, it was to myself… and I never expected to be in this situation,” you further explain yourself. 

“I don’t think it’s something anyone could have expected,” Chan softly assures you. 

“And, well, it’s hard to accept that. Especially because I feel-” you stop yourself short. Admitting it out loud would make it more real, and you didn’t enjoy the thought. 

“How does it make you feel? It’s okay to tell me the truth, I won’t get mad,” Chan gently prods. 

“I feel like a pawn. Like I’m just being used. Or a ball being kicked from one person to another, for whoever it suits best,” you admit, tears escaping your eyes as if someone didn’t turn off the faucet all the way. 

Chan brings a handkerchief to your eyes, his arm hand dabbing away your tears. “Is it your father that is making you feel this way, do you think?” he softly asks, letting you take the handkerchief. 

A slight nod is all he needs. 

“I know I certainly don’t intend to use you like that, and I’m sure Hyung can feel the same. Besides, if you want to throw him in prison now, you can,” Chan giggles at the thought. 

“I have no real charges against him,” you laugh. 

“You’re the empress, you don’t need any!” Chan points out. 

“But morals! Someone has to have them!” 

You could tell he pulled the weight off your chest as you laugh wholeheartedly. “Thank you, Chan,” you murmur.

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N,” he responds, shaking his head. 

“I do!” 

“No, you don’t!”

“But I do!” You continue to bicker, even if it was unbecoming for your station. 

Chan rolls his eyes dramatically, causing you to gasp in a similar manner. “How dare you roll your eyes at your empress!” you tease.

“What are you going to do about it? Punish me?” he teases back. 

“I certainly could!” you say, unsure how. 

“I think you’d rather be punished,” he says in a sultry voice, sending an interesting sensation to your stomach that has you clenching your thighs. 

“You- you wouldn’t dare!” you scoff, your cheeks heating up with a blush.

“Oh, but I would,” he promises, getting up as servants find the two of you and offering you his hand to help you up. 

The servant curtseys before explaining herself, “Your highness, your lunch is prepared and awaiting you. Would you like us to serve it outside, and would you like to keep current company?” 

Chan looks at you and raises an eyebrow as you take his hand to stand. You know the decision is solely yours, and you doubt he would be truly offended if you wanted to eat alone. 

“Yes, I would love the company if he is willing,” you decide, gracefully linking your arm with his so he could guide you back (because you have, perhaps, gotten a bit lost). “And outside would be nice.” 

Chan gently leads you back, following the servant who quickly goes out of sight. 

“So, have you tried touching yourself yet?” Chan unashamedly asks, taking a bite of food once you were seated. 

You, of course, practically choke on your food, giving him a stern look. 

“Got it, you have not,” he says, nodding. “But you can, so you should.” 

“I, thank you very much, have been ill, so,” you defend yourself. 

“That’s good. Do you need, um, food for thought?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. 

“Lee Chan!” you scold him, your cheeks blushing despite your intrigue. 

“Okay, okay. Just think about what Hyung did and what you’d want us to do,” he suggests with a shrug, allowing the topic to change. “Is there anything you would like to make your life more comfortable here?” 

You think for a moment as you sit down where your lunch was prepared, Chan helping you sit. 

“Well, I never had much time for myself,” you admit. 

“Were you too busy studying, or-?” Chan asks, leaving it open-ended on purpose. 

“Almost every minute of my life was strictly scheduled,” you inform him with a shake of your head, taking a moment to sip the cool water servants had prepared. “Needless to say, I wasn’t given much of an opportunity to think for myself.” 

It was truly a pity, seeing as your station called for personal thought. Despite studying many philosophers from all over the lands, you still found it difficult to think for yourself. 

“Well… one thing I’m not good at is alliances and information on individual kingdoms. Sure, I know all of the princes' names and your respective countries, but nothing else. Do you think… is there someone who could teach me?”

Chan does his best not to laugh as he takes a bite of the sandwich prepared for him. “I will see who I can convince to do what,” he graciously replies.

A few days later, Sewan takes you to the hall to meet the tutor Chan had arranged for you. (And Seungcheol, she assured you). 

You knew right away they are a mage, considering the aura of magic already surrounding the room. Perhaps it was a build of their presence, as Sewan informs you that he “tends to spend a good deal of time in here when he can.” 

Upon entering the library, there was the usual and occasional thud of books and the sound of people breathing. Or, perhaps, someone taking a nap. “After you introduce us, check to see if that sleeper is drooling,” you confide in Sewan, worried about the state of the collection. 

As you make your way deeper into the room, continuously getting surprised at how large the room must be, you find a desk off to the side stacked with books, scrolls, and loose paper. 

"Here he is," Sewan whispers as he stands up. 

He was tall and handsome and was definitely at the wedding.

"Ah, my lady," he says, smiling. You had to admit, he was charming. And reading your favorite book, so it seemed. 

"Oh! Have you read this one before?" You ask, lightly running your finger down its spine. 

"Yes, actually. It's one of my favorites, your highness," he says with a slight chuckle. "My name is Wonwoo. I'm honored Chan asked me to do this for you." 

You were uncertain if he was telling the truth or not. Perhaps you were an unwanted burden, more so than you already were. Pushing the thought aside, you wonder if Seungcheol approved of this. 

“Hopefully his highness won’t be offended by this arrangement. And please, call me Y/N,” you say with a small smile. 

“I doubt he will, so fear not,” Wonwoo assures you. 

After a pause, he speaks up again. “I suppose we can start with the current geography then,” he states, picking up a scroll and handing it to you. Wonwoo points to a more lavish desk nearby, instructing you, “Sit. I will get the others.” Before he goes off and begins to find more books. 

You dismiss Sewan and sit down, opening the scroll. A lioness paperweight, which peeves you more than it should, sits on the desk, and you use it to keep the scroll open. You grumble slightly at it. Glancing around, you noticed this end of the library was rather empty. On your right was a much larger and exquisite desk. It seemed well used, and could only belong to Seungcheol. You were grateful that your desk was placed where it was, as it was a show of your position and worth. 

A thud of books falling snaps you out of your thought process and back to the map under your palms.

It was the same continent you’ve seen many times, but this time broken down separately. There were seventeen separate regions, and you couldn’t understand the numbering system. Where you currently were at the capital was one, and your previous home was three. It didn’t add up for you. 

Before the opportunity arises for you to ask Wonwoo, he explains the strange phenomena. “The continent is divided into numerical sectors. It’s easier for us this way instead of many names. The numbers correlate to who is from them. So here, one, is his majesty is from. Where you are from is where Joshua hyung is from, which is three. I am from here, six. It goes by the age of each council member.” 

“But there are only thirteen of you,” you point out, puzzled. 

Wonwoo smiles and pushes up his glasses, leaning on the stack of books he produced on your desk. “Yes, but the other four are unoccupied and consist of dangerous lands and lands we intend to protect. They are also rather dangerous. Which is why his majesty is in fourteen at the moment.” 

“It is quite far,” you muse, your finger running from the capital to Sector Fourteen. “What is dangerous about them?” you ask, looking up at him curiously. 

“Some is the terrain in general. Sixteen is mostly volcanic, and also home to dragons. They live peacefully with us, so they’re not considered a threat. Fourteen often has what people consider ‘dark’ beings,” Wonwoo begins, air quoting “dark.” He sighs before continuing, “In truth, some are beasts with little intellect, like most ogres, but some are more dangerous, like feral werewolves. Dark beings normally just have no sense of reason or morality and are therefore labeled as ‘dark’. Which can also be unfortunate, as some ogres are perfectly content without harming humans, and many, if not the majority, of werewolves are fully capable of conversations like ours and can be quite intelligent.” 

You nod, more curious about your subjects. You had only ever met humans, but knew the continent consisted of more than just that. “I am unfamiliar with most beings,” you admit. 

“Not to worry, your highness,” Wonwoo says with a smile, “Most of us are good representations of our lands, and are not all humans. We have elves, fae, vampires, werewolves, and yours truly is a warlock. Which, I suppose, could make me human, but magic lengthens my life for the most part, so…” Wonwoo drifts off, realizing he may be sharing too much information. 

“Really?” you ask, surprised. 

“Yes, I can also find a book on different humanoids and those considered subjects if you’d like me to,” he offers with a charming smile. 

You look away bashfully, knowing his smile was not intended to charm you but made your heart flutter nonetheless. You weren’t used to men smiling at you.

After clearing your throat, you respond, “I would appreciate that, m- Wonwoo.”

He nods, shuffling the stacks of books around to find the one he wanted. “I would advise you to read this one first. It explains what the Sectors are like, and is a brief compilation of their history, geography, and anthropology,” he says, placing the book titled World: 17 Sectors in front of you. 

“You wrote it?” you inquire, your fingers running over the name of the editor- “Jeon Wonwoo.” 

“Indeed, but I did my best to make the others do their Sectors. Minghao actually did all of his,” Wonwoo admits. 

“But you did all the work in the long run then?” you ask, opening the book. 

“Well…” he begins, scratching the back of his neck, “I suppose so.” Wonwoo pauses for a moment longer as you flick through the title page and table of contents. “I’ll leave you be, your highness. Feel free to call my name if you are in need of my assistance or have any questions at all,” he tells you. 

After a while, you decide to take a break and head outside. You go to the garden and do your best to find the koi pond again. Unable to do so and also rather lost, you find a gardener and ask for their assistance. 

They lead the way and give you directions back, and you’re certain they’re off to tell others where you are so you wouldn’t get lost again. 

You sit at the bench and watch the fish surface, eagerly coming towards the bench once they notice you. 

“I don’t have any food for you,” you softly laugh at their behavior. 

You continue to watch them, enjoying the sounds of nature. At the first sound of crickets, you quickly rise and head inside, not wanting to be dinner for mosquitos. 

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