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Symphony No. 3 in E-flat, Op. 55 “Eroica” (1804)

The Basics

Composition dates: 1802-04.

Dedication: Prince Joseph Franz Maximilian Lobkowitz.

Instrumentation: Strings, 2 Fl, 2 Ob, 2 Cl, 2 Bsn, 3 Hn, 2 Tr, Timp.

First performances: 9 June 1804, Lobkowitz Palace, Vienna (private); 7 April 1805, Theater-an-der-Wien (public).

Orchestra size for first or early performance: 3+3.2.2.2/single winds (private, based on Beethoven letter); 6+6.3(?).2.4/single winds (public, estimate).

Autograph Score: Not extant.

First published parts: Oct. 1806, Contor delle arti et d’Industrie, Vienna.

First published score: 1820, Simrock (1822 Simrock edition available at Eastman’s Sibley library rare collection).

Movements (Tempos. Key. Form.)

I. Allegro con brio (MM=60). E-flat Major. Sonata-Allegro.

II. Marcia funebre (funeral march). Adagio assai (MM=80). C minor (vi). Ternary Form/Rondo/Sonata-allegro(?).

III. Scherzo. Allegro vivace (MM=116). E-flat Major. Scherzo/Trio (ternary).

IV. Finale. Allegro molto (MM=76). E-flat Major. Theme & Variation hybrid (Double-theme, elements of Sonata-Allegro).

Significance and Structure

Perhaps no piece in the symphonic repertoire has received more attention in writing than Beethoven’s Eroica Symphony No. 3 in E-flat, Op. 55. While contemporary reception of the piece was mixed, critics and theorists in the years since have considered the Eroica one of the most important pieces in the history of Western music. Beethoven initially intended to dedicate the symphony to Napoleon Bonaparte, but famously became disenchanted when Napoleon abandoned the ideals of the French Revolution and became Emperor in 1804, just one year before the symphony’s premiere. The composer tore up the title page in a fit of rage and branded the piece Sinfonia eroica (Heroic symphony) instead. The subtitle of the published score simply said, “composed to celebrate the remembrance of a great man.” Many have speculated about who this “great man” may have been. With no definitive answer, perhaps the most compelling argument is that “Beethoven intended its title and subtitle to refer more broadly not to any single individual but to an ideal, mythic figure, whose heroism is represented by the power and weight of this symphony and whose death is commemorated by its Funeral March as second movement.” (Lockwood, Beethoven’s Symphonies, 55.)

While interesting, the story of the symphony’s dedicatee has little to do with its lasting importance to music history. Part of its significance is that the Eroica was the first piece of the traditional middle or “heroic” period in Beethoven’s biography. Beethoven started to compose the symphony shortly after he wrote the Heiligenstadt Testament, a document in which he reveals deep dismay at his increasing deafness and contemplation of suicide. At about the same time, Beethoven reportedly declared to his friend Krumpholz that he was contemplating a new compositional direction (Downs, “Beethoven’s New Way & ‘Eroica'”). Many have argued that Beethoven’s “heroic” style from the Third Symphony forward was a musical manifestation of his triumph over the personal afflictions laid out in the Testament. As Lewis Lockwood states, “Beethoven’s ‘heroic style,’ [is] a concept that…for many Beethovenians served to intertwine these two dimensions, his life and work” (Lockwood, Beethoven’s Symphonies, 52). While there are certainly music-rhetorical aspects that define the heroic style—expansions of form, stark, surprising harmonies and melodic directions, registral shifts, redefined instrumental use, and pregnant pauses, all calling upon and pushing to the fore the sublime aesthetic—critics have often focused on how the composer’s personal struggles are embodied in the music. Many go so far to say that much of Beethoven’s music, starting with the Eroica, is representative of not only the composer’s life but even of universal human experience.

Despite the many commentaries on the biographical connection, one should not lose focus of the Third Symphony’s musical importance. In the Eroica, Beethoven expanded the symphonic form to an unprecedented scope, altering the expectations of what a four-movement symphony would be in the next two centuries. Consider the symphonic composers before and after Beethoven: Mozart wrote over 40 symphonies, and Haydn over 100; after Beethoven, composers typically wrote no more than nine or ten, leading some to suggest a mythical “Curse of the Ninth.” Scott Burnham stated that the Eroica came to be seen as the “One work [by which] Beethoven is said to liberate music from the stays of eighteenth-century convention, singlehandedly bringing music into a new age by giving it a transcendent voice equal to Western man’s most cherished values.” (Beethoven Hero, xvi.) Burnham goes on to says of the first movement, “The unexampled drama of this movement singlehandedly altered the fate of sonata form, the defining form of the classical style, not to mention that of the symphony.” (Beethoven Hero, 4.)

By labeling his symphony Eroica, Beethoven added his work to the line of the characteristic symphony genre (Haydn’s “Le midi” Symphony, e.g., see above essay The Eighteenth-Century Symphony) while also inspiring critical writings that looked anticipated the more flushed out programmes of the nineteenth-century dramatic symphonies and symphonic poems by Hector Berlioz (1803-1869) and Richard Strauss (1864-1949). Berlioz himself said of Beethoven’s Third, “It is a serious mistake to truncate the title which the composer provided for the [Eroica] symphony. It reads: Heroic symphony to commemorate the memory of a great man. As will be seen, the subject here is not battles or triumphal marches . . . but rather deep and serious thoughts, melancholy memories, ceremonies of imposing grandeur and sadness, in short a funeral oration for a hero. I know few examples in music of a style where sorrow has been so unfailingly conveyed in forms of such purity and such nobility of expression.” (Berlioz, The Art of Music and Other Essays). Contemporary critics such as A. B. Marx searched for a program that connects all four movements, but, as Burnham argues, critics attempting to link all four movements in a single programme face several challenges. Perhaps the biggest hurdle to a complete four movement heroic narrative is that the second movement is a funeral march, followed by two more movements. Therefore more modern interpretations view the symphony as four separate tableaux, as reflected in the following formal analysis.

The foundational idea of the first movement of Beethoven’s Third Symphony is a narrative of struggle, which is a quintessential quality of the heroic archetype. This narrative is reflected in the structure of the piece at the large and small scales, and in how “dissonances” are generated and resolved in many aspects of the music, not just harmony. The opening pensive first theme (0:00-0:50) is an unusual instrumentation and articulation for a traditional heroic first theme; Beethoven here presents a legato theme in the cellos. This theme has two components, the first being the heroic arpeggiated figure which is strongly defined, followed by a shift into a chromatic pensive descent to a dissonant C-sharp, suggesting something dark and tormented is afoot. While Beethoven’s predecessors such as Mozart and Haydn used clearer question-and-answer structures, here the theme resembles a question unanswered, begging the rest of the movement to solve it. Metaphorically, the hero is launched from a state of nothing to something grand. Simultaneous to the arrival of the C-sharp in the cellos, the first violins enter with syncopated repeated pitches (rhythmic dissonance), and soon Beethoven launches into a series of full-orchestra misplaced sforzando accents (metric dissonance). In contrast to the square rhythm and articulation of the first theme, the transitional material is presented in the woodwinds using a descending line with dotted rhythms and short phrasing before reaching the second theme, which symbolizes nature by using the triple meter to create a clear, dance-like pastoral rhythm. The opening theme is stated three times, each one more full than the previous, until the third statement is adamantly made by the horns and even the trumpets, which were not generally used for melody (orchestration dissonance).

The development section presents another kind of dissonance, this time playing with form; here Beethoven gives us a new theme (8:01-8:11) in the remote key of E minor. (This theme is repeated in the tonic E-flat minor, and returns in that key in the coda, thus resolving this key dissonance.) The rhythmic dissonance from earlier returns in a daring series of sforzandos, a very extended and tense section that threatens the loss of the metric sense. While the opening theme was questioning and searching, by the end of the Development section it has evolved (9:00-9:27) and now stays on the top note—a more fulfilled conclusion rather than the uncertain fall to C-sharp on its first hearing—yet this evolution is soft and unsure. This melodic resolution reflects the perfecting of the melody: the fulfillment, as it were, of the heroic persona, yet the idea is as yet incomplete, as it is presented piano. Following a “false return” of the main theme and key of E-flat in the second horn, and a fortissimo chastisement by the rest of the orchestra (9:56-10:07), the recapitulation commences, and the evolved, more fulfilled and heroic version of the first theme is stated by a solo horn in the key of F (10:17-10:26). An appearance of the key of D-flat, the enharmonic equivalent of C-sharp, in the recapitulation, helps resolve the harmonic problem of the C-sharp in the initial melody. The use of a full orchestral texture in contrast to the single-instrument statements earlier in the movement further completes this effect. Finally, the form of the movement as a whole reflects a heroic narrative of overcoming tension or conflict. For example, unlike traditional codas which are to conclude a section, Beethoven’s coda is long and developmental, but returns to the full, heroic form of the initial melody (14:21-end). It is as if the music is reluctant to resolve, such that we are exhausted by the end, which reflects the human dimension.

The second movement is the most programmatic, bearing the title “Marcia Funebre” (funeral march). The imagery of the title is heard from the very first measure (0:00-0:53); the basses begin with a low muffled figure that seems to imitate military drums, and the somber c-minor melody beginning in the strings instantly brings to mind a solemn procession accompanying a fallen hero (Lockwood, Beethoven’s Symphonies, 61). This was not the first time Beethoven had written a movement in the form of a funeral march—the Piano Sonata no. 12 Op. 26, mvt. 3, composed around 1801, bears the title “Marcia Funebre, sulla morte d’un Eroe” or “Funeral March, regarding to the death of a hero”—but it was the first time he brought this form into a symphony, and Lewis Lockwood notes that in this second movement Beethoven “introduces death and commemoration into the genre of the symphony for the first time.”

This idea of commemoration or remembrance seems to permeate the movement, in which Beethoven creates a large-scale ternary form with the opening funereal march theme returning in various forms, acting as a sort of refrain. An optimistic middle section beginning with a rising triadic theme in C major (3:39-4:22) seems to offer some light or hope to the listener, or reflect upon better times; George Grove characterizes this moment as a “sudden ray of sunshine in a dark sky” (Grove, Beethoven and His Nine Symphones, 72). Beethoven then extends the form by giving us a powerful fugue (5:51-7:25) beginning in the second violins; to end the movement with only a repeat of the main theme would be too easy, too simple for the “hero” Beethoven is recalling in the movement. In the fugue we have a sense of remembrance of the hero’s struggles, their trials and tribulations, which is ultimately interrupted and overcome by the return of the processional funeral march. In the coda this theme is recalled yet again, but in sparse fragments, interrupted by moments of silence, as if our hero is gasping for his last breaths, before finally reaching the end (11:47-end). In the words of Berlioz, “When these shreds of the lugubrious melody are bare, alone, broken, and have passed one by one to the tonic, the wind instruments cry out as if it was the last farewell of the warriors to their companions in arms.” Although Napoleon was still alive and well when Beethoven was composing the third symphony, when he learned of Napoleon’s death in 1821 he said “I have already composed the music for that catastrophe”, referring to the second movement of the Eroica.

Rustic woodwind melodies, figures mimicking the prancing of horses, and brilliant horn calls suggest a natural setting in the third movement. One is reminded of David’s famous painting of Napoleon Crossing the Alps. Expansive formal techniques make it twice as long as Beethoven’s two previous symphonies. The opening is pianissimo with strings playing a duple-meter figure spiccato, leading to the oboe’s rustic melody (0:00-0:25). There are characteristics of a scherzo here with the irregular phrase length with the first melody phrase being an eight-bar phrase, followed by a ten-bar phrase, as well as the constant beat displacement and the use of syncopation. Although this movement is in a traditional minuet-trio structure, the sections of the scherzo’s rounded binary form are extended, and Beethoven adds a coda to the end of the movement.

During the Classical period composers commonly used two horns, sometimes four, in symphonies, but this is the first time that three horns are used in a symphonic work. The horns used in Beethoven’s time had no valves, and used a “crook” system to be able to play in the various keys. With the triadic horn calls at the beginning of the trio section, the rest of the orchestra “answers” the calls. He writes one part for a pair of horns and another part for the third horn, allowing for this triadic horn-call style. “In the trio, Beethoven exploits their imperfections in such a way that no stopped notes are required until near the end of the second half…” (Gregory, “The Horn in Beethoven’s Symphonies,” 307). The return of the Scherzo is repeated in a shorter version, and the orchestra plays the descending E-flat figure in duple meter (metric ambiguity) which suddenly leads into the closing material. In the coda (5:20-end), the woodwinds offer a rising chromatic figure which seems to relate back to the first movement.

The fourth movement was perhaps the conception point from which Beethoven originally planned the entire symphony around the heroic idea. The versatility of the Fantasia style enables a journey of completion from humble beginnings to a grand transcendence. The use of a variation set (rather than a conventional sonata or rondo) stretched the symphonic form of the time. The movement contains two fugues and quotes from both the Op. 36 Piano Variations, nicknamed the “Eroica Variations” (written in 1802, a year before the Eroica Symphony) as well as from Beethoven’s only balletThe Creatures of Prometheus, Op. 43, which he wrote in 1801.

The movement begins with a Sturm und Drang effect (0:00-0:12), leading to a quiet pizzicato in the strings with the scant, searching “Basso del thema” (Bass of the theme) rounded binary theme from Prometheus (0:12-0:44) introducing the beginning trials of the hero. To this simple theme Beethoven adds a countermelody, four repeated A-flats descending to a G, the first three notes staccato, and the final two slurred. The contrast between the heroic and wide intervals of fifth and octave and the long note durations in the original theme, versus the semitone, staccato articulation, and eighth notes of the countermelody, create a strong distinction suggesting the main theme is nature or the transcendent while the countermelody suggests the human dimension. Together, the two motives fill out the major triad.

Beethoven develops this basic idea into a full-fledged, folk-like melody in the oboes (1:50-1:59), again evoking a pastoral quality, which doesn’t appear until the third variation. Variations 4-7 (2:33-6:18) can be perceived as pseudo-development; this uses Fantasia techniques such as key changes, fugal style, poignant dissonances, and varied rhythms to navigate the most difficult struggles of the personal journey, which are overcome. In this section military and pastoral topoi are also presented in alternation. These contrasting topoi reflect the inherent contradictions of the human dimension and the metaphorical struggle. Variations 8-10 (6:18-9:44) function as a pseudo-recapitulation, signaled by a slowing in tempo and return to a reposed, pastoral character, but pushing forward with increasing grandeur generated by the melodic intensification and growing instrumentation. A chromatic passage ends this section, leading into a full orchestral explosion that recalls the opening Sturm und Drang material, now at a Presto tempo, signaling the coda (9:50-end).This faster tempo rushes to the victorious ending: all struggles are overcome. Per ardua ad astra.

—Contributors: CH, EH, FJ, SY, YS, MER

Beethoven’s Words

“I am far from satisfied with my past works: from today on I shall take a new way.” (Beethoven to Krumpholz, ca. 1802, as reported by Carl Czerny.)

Beethoven’s words, believed to have been uttered in 1801 or early 1802 to his friend Wenzel Krumpholz (Downs, “Beethoven’s ‘New Way’ and the ‘Eroica,’” 585) and published in a recollection by Beethoven’s student Carl Czerny, demonstrate a personal resolve for reinvention. The opening years of the nineteenth century were a psychologically transformative time for Beethoven: faced with the bleak outlook of his ever-worsening hearing loss, he regained a sense of purpose to serve a greater good, as expressed in the famed Heiligenstadt Testament of 1802. Carried by his innate “love of mankind and the desire to do good,” Beethoven returned from the brink of suicide and became a martyr—an injured hero—who would light the way for others with similar struggles, so that “someone who has had misfortune may console himself to find a similar case to his.”

Beethoven’s stance reflects the cultural philosophy of the Romantic genius. The genius was born with an innate creative gift and “divine instinct” to create maximally-expressive art, often doing so through breaking the rules of convention (Lowinsky, “Musical Genius,” 323–328). The genius’s purpose was to serve humanity, and the burden of an artist was greater than the layman’s: in the Heiligenstadt Testament, Beethoven lamented that his condition was “not easy, and for the artist much more difficult than for anyone else.”

In his desperation, the composer found solace pouring his gifts into his art, and with the mindset of the genius, Beethoven began his “new way” of composition. His new works sought to break tradition in support of a dramatic narrative and tended to be longer in length compared to their predecessors, while still threading their beginnings to their ends through motivic unity. This period of fruitful compositional output is often referred to as his Middle or “Heroic” Period (ca. 1802–1814, Opp. 55-97, 113) due to its many works that portray the heroic ideal, and includes Symphony Nos. 3 through 8. The portrayal of heroism is evident, too, in his music composed for stage works, most of which are on heroic stories. Beethoven used themes from his earlier The Creatures of Prometheus ballet, Op. 43 (1801), based in mythology, as a foundation for his Eroica finale; his opera Leonore (1804; later revised and titled Fidelio), revolves around the protagonist Leonore infiltrating a Spanish prison to rescue her husband Florestan and incorporates themes of rebellion and liberation; the Coriolan Overture, Op. 62 (1807) and incidental music to Egmont, Op. 84 (1809–10) and The Ruins of Athens, Op. 113 (1811) are also set to heroic tales. Meanwhile, non-programmatic but similarly-spirited works of this period include the Waldstein, Op. 53 (1804) and “Appassionata,” Op. 57 (1804–6) piano sonatas, written within a year of the Eroica’s completion.

Beethoven’s “new way” found no better expression than in his Symphony No. 3. Ferdinand Ries famously described the violent erasure of this work’s original dedication, when Beethoven, upon discovering Napoleon Bonaparte’s coronation as Emperor, “flew into a rage and cried out, ‘Is he then, too, nothing more than an ordinary man!’” (Lockwood, Beethoven’s Symphonies, 53). To uphold his newfound vision of the passionately virtuous without compromise, Beethoven published this symphony in 1806 with the full title “Sinfonia Eroica … composed to celebrate the memory of a great man.”

The remarkable length of this piece is accomplished through its daring structural turns, expanded by a density and abundance of musical ideas. Furthermore, in a scoring for three horns, abundant use of brass melodies, fugal writing in all but the scherzo, and an overall expansive treatment of forms, the Eroica reimagined the capabilities of a symphony. Structural details are described in the preceding essay, but the sum of the materials is four distinct, compelling tableaux of the heroic idea. The first movement achieves deep emotional complexity, and through the creation and resolution of musical dissonances—harmonic, melodic, tonal, rhythmic, metric, textural, orchestrational, and formal—along with the shear expansiveness of the form, conveys the heroic per ardua ad astra: through struggle to the stars! The second movement funeral march effectively turns the epic into a tragedy and, compared with the relatively mild emotional undercurrents of Beethoven’s first two symphonies, evokes an unprecedented sincerity in its gravitas and sorrow. Anguish and despair permeate unreservedly and are held together only by the emergence of hope and redemption as the music mourns for the fall of its hero. Juxtaposed against this profundity is the lighthearted nature “in Nature” of the third movement Scherzo. In the final movement, the dramatic cascade of strings followed by a tutti fanfare signals a grand finale of a long expedition but is, instead, met with an almost mockingly humorous and delicate bass tune, which eventually reveals itself as the bass line for a much more graceful and satisfying theme, which continues to change and grow right to the horn-call and victorious ending. As a character from a Romantic heroic novel (Bildungsroman), our hero starts as only an idea, grows into a human, relaxes in nature and love, struggles through trials and tribulations, all leading to a heroic figure greater than the sum of its parts.

By questioning the possibilities of what a symphony could be, Beethoven set the genre free of its emotional and formal constraints and allowed his music to serve as the vehicle for his unrestrained expression. Hector Berlioz wrote of the Eroica, “Where shall we find the truth or where the error? Everywhere, and yet in no particular place. Each one is right,” in justification of any idiosyncrasies that served the moral narrative and heroic spirit (Berlioz, A Critical Study of Beethoven’s Nine Symphonies, 50). This emancipation would forge the path for symphonists to come, including Berlioz, Mendelssohn, Brahms, Tchaikovsky, Bruckner and Wagner, who remarked, “If there had not been a Beethoven, I could not have composed as I have” (Lockwood, Beethoven’s Symphonies, 66).

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novelnovella · 2 years ago

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aikoiya · 11 months ago

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I was looking for that screenshot!

But yeah, I especially believe that Link being reincarnated is a natural thing due to the abundance of Buddhist imagery in the Ancient Cistern.

Specifically, the presence of a massive Buddha statue as the dungeon's centerpiece.

Not to mention the Satori's backstory of having also reached enlightenment & thus becoming a sort of minor deity.

The significance of these 2 is that they both reach enlightenment & escape the reincarnation cycle. I just don't understand why these sorts of characters would be so prominent if reincarnation wasn't something natural to Hyrule's world, because then there'd be no cycle to escape to begin with.

Personally, one of the main reasons that I think Hylia is being reincarnated, is because of the series' trio themeing.

After all, both Link & even Ganon to a degree, are both reincarnating, if Hylia/Zelda isn't as well, then that breaks the rule of threes theme to a degree.

Same if Link was always just a mortal, which is why I tend to think that the Fierce Deity is the original Spirit of the Hero. Part of the reason being that the mask itself was named Kishin no Kamen in the Japanese version of MM.

See, Kishin are actually benevolent & compassionate creatures, ogre gods, in Japanese myth. In fact, Kishin are inspired by the Buddhist Pāla, who specifically visit divine retribution upon those who've wronged Buddhist practitioners as well as get rid of obsticals on mortals' path to enlightenment.

Something else I just remembered that might be significant is the fact that the Goddess Statues seem to refer to each other as if they were separate people, yet also refer to themselves as Hylia.

To me, that really only makes sense if the Bunshin theory is true.

Of course, it's possible that the Mother Goddess Statue houses a direct line to the actual Hylia, but if Hylia is using Bunshin, then it's also very possible that the entity inside the Mother Goddess Statue could instead be a Bunshin given a bit more power & governance than the others. Thus making it a sort of managerial Bunshin.

A Shōgun with Bafuku (administrators that carry out the Shōgun's orders) if you will, while Hylia, herself, represents the Tennō (Emperor).

Hot take about Sky angst, regarding the curse of Demise, because I haven't seen anyone talking about this possibility in all those years I've been in LU fandom.

Guys...

Sky has no idea about the curse

Because think about it. Why would he know about it?

My man has been electrocuted multiple times, with magical - basically divine - lightnings in attempt to defeat Demise. All the while fighting for his life with a literal GOD OF EVIL, after spending an entire afternoon fighting an army of monsters and a Demon Lord/creepy ass Sword Spirit. Not even mentioning how worried sick he must have been that entire time, if this time he was also too late too save Zelda.

(always too late too slow not enough and late late late)

I don't know about you, but I don't think he was in any state of body or mind to listen to some dudes last words, when he had to focus on not passing out because he has to make sure Zelda/Sun is alright.

(It got a bit long so rest of the rant under the cut)

Fi gave him clear, that Demise received a mortal blow and that now it's only a matter of time until he dies and that was all Sky needed to stop paying any attention.

Just go through the motions. His vision is blurry, but that's alright just stay awake. Fi chimes to rise his sword. He does. There is some black smoke suddenly surrounding him, but Fi get's rid of it with her light so it's fine. It's probably why she asked him to rise her skyward. The last fifteen minutes he's been following her directions nearly blindly anyway, because his mind is still foggy, he's not sure where he is or what he is doing he just have to get to Zelda.

And then she's there. And everything is fine.

Impa fades, Fi sleeps and he finally rests. Or rather crashes as the exhaustion finally catches up to him.

But he recovers, as best as he can, and live on.

And then eight other heroes, just like him, appear and take him on a quest across the time. They become friends. Then brothers. Soon he feels like they knew each other their entire lives and can't imagine how he can move on after the inevitable goodbyes.

He is so happy that no matter what, there will always be someone among his people, someone from or even outside of Hyrule, to stand up against evil, no matter how many times it will try to show it's ugly face. He's a bit bummed that there even is a need for a hero to show up, but hey! He is not so naive to think people are and always will be only good. Things happen. Some people are just terrible, and some take it out on the entire world.

But somewhere along the line, he starts to notice... something weird.

They all fought that same guy (some of them even multiple times!) called Ganon or Ganondorf. And while he is overjoyed that none of them even heard the name of Demise, he feels kind of singled out. Few of them mentioned an idea of reincarnation. Mentioning Zeldas' connection through blood of the Goddess and their connection through a spirit.

A spirit of a hero.

He always though it was a figure of speech. A way to describe someone courageous who fulfills the quota of being a hero.

But it's not about a spirit of a hero.

No.

It's the Spirit of the Hero.

His Spirit.

An idea begins to form. A distant memory he didn't even knew he had. Maybe nightmares about that fateful fight starting to get clearer by night. Maybe he spends some time talking to Fi and he does not like the feeling he gets from her chimes, even if she can't really talk in her slumber. Maybe he even prays to Hylia in some distant era in an unfamiliar place, so she can deny or confirm his suspicions.

Goddesses, please, may he be wrong.

Because he loves them all like a family. Because they are family. Because he has seen their haunted expressions and blank eyes, he has heard their stories and horrors they went through and nearly all of them were so young, too young, and the thought that he was the direct cause of it-

Sky had no idea that Demise trapped his spirit in a cycle of reincarnation. He had no time to process it or find coping mechanisms before the adventure with the chain happened. He found out during it, slowly putting it together and coming apart at the seems before their eyes.

Sky didn't know about the curse.

And I say, it could be really interesting to watch Sky fall.

(And if anyone knows a fic exploring this idea please let me know! I searched but couldn't find any)

#skyward sword spoilers #maybe I'll write my thoughts on the hylian panteon and Hylia's domain(s) one day #my rants

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mc-and-elise · 8 years ago

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Fire Emblem Fates AU- Slave

Vanderwood meets a familiar face on the battlefield.

Vanderwood took cover behind a boulder as fire magic nearly hit them. Once again, the battlefield was chaos. It seemed that the Nohrian army kept growing in size despite the soldiers appearing to not know how to fight. Their eyes were glazed over and no matter how bad they were injured, they kept going. It seemed strange.

The swordsmaster didn’t have time to continue their thought as a knife whizzed by their head, burying itself in a nearby tree. Grabbing Raijinto, they jumped out from their hiding place and prepared to charge at a- a maid?! They knew that maids and butlers were skilled members of the Nohrian army, but they were extremely rare. This one in particular wore a mask over her eyes, gripping her daggers between each finger. Vanderwood charged, slashing at the woman. She hopped back, then threw her daggers at them. Something about her movements seemed familiar the the man, but they tried to concentrate on staying alive. The maid was rushing at them, slashing and stabbing at the man with alarming speed.

Maids aren’t usually this fast... neither are ninjas, except-

Vanderwood froze, dropping his sword. It couldn’t be her. Rika wouldn’t trust her with weapons or on the battlefield, where she could escape. Only one way to find out. When the woman lunged at them again, Vanderwood jumped at her, knocking her to the ground. They pinned her down before removing the mask.

Blank, emerald eyes stared back at them.

Vanderwood felt their blood run cold.

“Elise...?” They whisper. She snaps at them, struggling to free herself from their grasp. “Let go of me! Savior will be angered if I don’t return!”

“Savior? Elise what did Rika do to you...” They ask, feeling their heart shatter. Elise did not seem to even recognize them. Vanderwood stood up and tossed her over their shoulder, carrying her back to the camp while she screamed and hit their back in protest. “Put me down! I will kill you!” She screeched, beating their back until it was black and blue.

“I’m going to fix this, Elise. You won’t remain her slave.

“I promise.”

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juminss-cat · 7 years ago

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MC relapses into SH after a bad argument - Jumin

Original ask found here

TW Warning - Graphic descriptions of SH.

It was a petty argument. They always were between the two of you. It was the result of stress and not enough sleep on both of your parts. It was the way your worlds crashed and collided with each other, the different backgrounds you both had creating a drastic contrast. It was about your social etiquette, or, in Jumin’s eyes, lack thereof, and about his lack of trust and unwillingness to surrender any control. It was a mutual disagreement over an insignificant matter, but it didn’t stop the both of you from spewing hateful words, spitting them like bullets from a gun, like flames from a fire. They stung and they burned and they destroyed you both. But when he turned to face you, grey eyes glinting menacingly in the cold light of the kitchen and opened his mouth, the thing he uttered made your retorts dry up and die on your tongue.

His words struck you like a bullet in the heart. The blood rushed to your ears, roaring like a tidal wave of fear and self-loathing. You were frozen in place, limbs solid, feet rooted to the ground. You could do nothing but watch as he scoffed, shaking his head slowly and walking out of the front door, the door banging shut. He hadn’t meant them in the way you thought he had. You knew that. He knew that. But the words stuck, replaying in your head like a broken record, skipping over the tracks that may shed logic and clarity on the situation.There was nothing but the silence of the room, the ticking of the clock and the growing feeling that, once again, you were not enough, not for yourself and not for anyone. You broke.

“Maybe I made a mistake in asking you to be my wife.”

It was enticing. It was too enticing. It gleamed on the marble counter, the silver metal glinting in the light like a mirage in the desert. It had been so long and you were so thirsty for the fake relief that it gave you. Your hand was shaking, a small tremor starting in your wrist before progressing to your fingers and you fumbled with the thin metal, dropping it before picking it back up once more, pressing your fingers to the flat sides firmly, trying in vain to stop the shaking of your digits. You could almost taste the relief, the short-lived tranquility it brought you in your time of calamity. It was temporary like everything else in this godforsaken life.

Any sane, rational thoughts flew out of your head as you pressed the blade against your hip, making sure the location would be covered by your underwear at all times; discrete and hidden. You doubt he’d want to make love to you anytime soon, anyway. You pulled your hand across swiftly, the metal rushing across your skin and the familiar sting set in, a burning sensation spreading across the area as the skin split, allowing drops of red to escape and drip down your leg. It wasn’t enough. It never fucking was, was it? Another one, and another, and another until your hip was streaked with angry red lines, weeping blood.

Your hands were steady now and your mind was numb, silent, calm. It was short lived. The panic set in soon after, your heart thumping your chest as you washed the razor under the tap, setting it with a clink on the side of the sink. You were bleeding, not a lot, but still bleeding, evidence of what you’d done oozing out of your skin. A sick part of your mind told you deserved to bleed more, to suffer more, to hurt yourself until you could no longer feel. Instead, you forced yourself to move, to tear off some toilet roll and mop up your weeping wounds. A part of you ached to weep like your cuts did.

The ground was cleared up, as were your cuts, and a piece of toilet roll was kept against your hip by your underwear to soak up the blood. Any evidence was gone but the emotions and pain still lingered. It always did. The fear kicked in shortly after, the fear of being caught, the fear of infection because how the hell would you explain that? You bit your tongue and swallowed thickly, pushing the myriad of emotions down, letting them collect in the hollow of your stomach and fester.

You somehow loathed yourself further. It didn’t matter. You didn’t matter. God, you were such a burden, weren’t you? You couldn’t even satisfy your husband. You were good for nothing. A part of you itched to take the thin metal and slide it down your wrists, let your skin split open, the blood pour out along with your worthless life. But, you supposed, that would also be selfish. Think of the blood the maids would have to clear up. No. You couldn’t be a further inconvenience.

Somehow you made it to the bed. Your face was buried in the pillows, heart thumping as it became harder to breathe but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Would it matter if you slipped away? Would Jumin even care? You scoffed at the thoughts and force yourself to roll over, lungs greedily gulping in the fresh, cool air. It was a luxury you didn’t deserve and one that you never would.

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You awoke to a hand on your cheek, fingers cold and trembling slightly and you fought the urge to slap them away, too tired and too fucking numb to move; even breathing felt too difficult. When the fingers remained you groaned in annoyance and opened your eyes, prying the lids apart, wincing when they stuck together slightly with crusted tears. Grey eyes stared back into yours, worry and guilt written in the irises, and that was just great, wasn’t it?

“MC,” Jumin whispered, voice breaking slightly and you gritted your teeth, biting down the urge to scream at him, to yell until your voice was hoarse and until your throat bled. You weren’t angry at him, you were just angry, angry, angry. You were angry enough to beat yourself around the head until the ringing stopped until you just stopped fucking thinking for once in your worthless life. “I’m so sorry. Oh, gods, I’m so sorry.” A tear dripped down his face and not even the shock of seeing him cry could snap you out of your head.

“Leave me alone,” you managed to choke out, voice weak instead of angry, shaky instead of firm. You follow his eyes and see red seeping through your trousers. Guess you hadn’t staunched the flow enough before putting the tissue against it.

“My love, please,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek, gathering the tears with his lips and cleaning the tracks they left behind. You wished more than anything that his love alone could stop this, could make the pain end, to take back his hurtful words and the urge to slice at yourself. It was so appealing to think that love alone can fix a person, but it couldn’t. He stood up, stroking your hair gently before disappearing into the bathroom and you took a moment to breathe, to recollect yourself in the silence of the room, to push down the raging inside of you, fighting to break free.

“I’m so weak,” you gasped out, fresh tears falling down your face and his own face pales, bottom lip being worried between his teeth, an action so vulnerable and so uncharacteristic that it made your thoughts stop for a moment. He snapped out of it, lip falling from his teeth and face set in determination. He stripped off your trousers and pulled down your underwear, removing the tissue and apologising at the hiss it caused you to let out.

He tended the cuts carefully, tenderly, lovingly. He tended to them with a purpose, as if he could heal them with just his loving touch. You wished it could work like that, like a fairytale, like you could be a princess and he your knight, saving you from the demons in your own head. But this wasn’t a fairytale and you weren’t a princess and the only hero that could save you was yourself.

“You are not weak, MC. I—I pushed you and I apologise profusely. I should not have said what I did, I could never regret asking for your hand in marriage, I could never want anybody else for my wife. I love you, MC, so much, and I am so apologetic that I pushed you to hurt yourself again,” he said, voice breaking in places, seemingly lost for words and you sniffed, wincing as the rough fibres of the washcloth pressed into the cuts, the nerves sending electric currents of pain that lit up your brain. But the pain was no longer pleasant. It no longer brought relief and clarity. It was sharp and it hurt, it was a reminder of your lapse in judgment, your weakness, and you wished you could turn back time, to take it all back. But you couldn’t. The cuts were made and the damage was done and there was no going back, only forward.

“I—I threw it all away,” you sobbed, eyes scrunched up and mouth falling open, cheeks flushed. It was not pretty, you were not pretty, not at this moment. It was not beautiful, it was not poetic. You were not a black and white picture sitting on the bathroom floor with a trendy quote over it. You were real and you were hurting and it was the furthest thing from romantic. Jumin’s love and patience could not heal you, it could not dispel your ghosts or punish your demons. Him holding you in his arms and kissing your tears away while crying himself was not a good Friday evening. It was not romantic or pretty. It was ugly and raw and it hurt like salt in a wound.

“Darling, you can start again. I—I’ll be here for you. Always. I am so sorry, MC. I truly do not know what came over me this morning and I can’t— I can’t believe I said what I did, that I drove you to do this.” Blame and guilt. Two things that it always boiled down to. Neither side was innocent and neither was guilty. It was a checkmate of shared responsibility, of two people with an act weighing on the conscious, both blaming themselves and refusing to blame the other. It was not easy, it never was.

“I—You shouldn’t have to put up with this. Wi—with me. I’m so sorry,” you choked out, feeling him remove the washcloth and press another kiss to your head. His eyes were sad and stormy, grey irises swimming with tears that fell down his cheeks like rain from heavy clouds. He shushed you, the sound soft and gentle like the breeze on a summer’s day and pressed a kiss to your lips, ignoring the snot and tears.

“I’ll be right back, my love,” he told you before heading back into the bathroom and returning with a first aid kit, “I would ideally like to call for a doctor, but I can imagine that your reaction would not be favourable to that decision.” You nodded and he sighed, setting his lips in a line as he tended to the wounds, wiping them gently with an antiseptic cloth before bandaging them up, pressing a kiss over the plasters.

“Please don’t leave me,” you cried and his frown depended, eyes big and wide, sorrow swimming amongst the tears. He pulled your underwear and trousers back over your hips and pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest like a mother does a child.

“I never could, MC, I never could.”

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rfaromance · 2 years ago

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saeyoung and yoosung truly are polar opposites here

#mystic messenger #Mysmes #Mysme #Mm #alignment meme #rfa #Mint Eye #Minor trio

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chibinekochan · 7 years ago

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Hiiiiii i ADORE your mystic messenger headcanons and was wondering if you could do a RFA + trio with an MC that got in a gang fight (and won) and came home bruised up, and how they tend to their wounds and if possible could you add like a week later or so they see the same gang again, like what would tge RFA and trio do. You dont have to but i just love your headcanons. I hope you have an amazing day and keep writing amazing stories!!!!

Thank you so much !! I usually do just up to 5 per request ,but since you are such a long time supporter I will just do them all, plus I rarely do the minor trio anyways and they need some love.

Zen

When you come home all bruised up Zen panics right away.

“How did you hurt, who did this to you? Wait I call the police and an ambulance.”

“The injuries are not that bad Zen. I just got into a fight with a gang from my past… if we call the police it will only damage your career.”

“I don’t care about that, you know that I care the most about you. I can’t just let some random guys beat you.”

“Actually they are way more hurt then I am and I don’t want to fight either.’

Zen is not sure if he should be impressed or angry.

“You just been really reckless you are lucky that you just have minor injuries.”

Zen lectures you for a bit while treating your wounds.

Zen puts bandages and Band-Aids on every small scratch.

You remind Zen of his own past, and he knows that you are right but still you have to be more careful.

You left the gang life behind you, but it just keeps coming back.

A week later and Zen refuses to let you go anywhere alone, he just has a bad feeling about leaving you alone.

And he is proven right when you run into the same gang again.

These guys are looking for trouble, but you do not want to damage Zen’s career.

So you keep calm and tell Zen to just go away with you.

At first, he agrees but the guys just keep taunting him, Zen takes the insults against him *even the ones against his looks*.

But then they call you names, and that’s just it for Zen.

He quickly defeats all the guys, without a scratch on him.

The gang is way too embarrassed to tell this to anyone.

You are impressed, but you still not want Zen to ever do this again.

Lucky enough the gang leaves you alone from now on.

Yoosung

You come into the apartment, pretty beat up.

You think that Yoosung is still out, but he just came back.

He gets really worried to see you this scratched up.

“Did you got robbed or is … that hacker back ?”

“No a gang tried to rob me, but I got away thanks to all that self-defense training. I got a few injuries but they are probably looking way worse.”

Yoosung is scared but also kinda impressed.

“You are stronger than you look like, but still you should be more careful from now on.”

He now wants to lose you.

“You are right Yoosung, I really not want to get in this situation again.”

Yoosung carefully treats your wounds, he treats you like a raw egg.

It seems to hurt him more than it’s hurting you.

Yoosung really not likes the thought of anyone hurting you, he is really nervous the following days.

He does not want to leave your side.

You try to calm him down, but his bad feeling is right.

You again run into the gang, they are up for revenge, you have no intention to fight them.

You are worried that Yoosung gets hurt and you really not want more issues.

You try to go away, but they don’t let you get away.

You get ready to fight, you whisper to Yoosung that you both will run once there is an opening.

He nods, but there are more guys than last time.

They just keep coming, you are about to get hurt again, that is when Yoosung steps in.

He is in a never seen stage and protects you while taking the guys down.

You manage to escape unharmed.

Yoosung got a few scratches, that you treat right away.

He is just glad that’s over, he calls Jumin to send you bodyguards, just in case.

It turns out the gang kept robbing people and they soon arrested.

Jaehee

You are on the way home, after your encounter.

You hurt and just want to check how bad it is.

Jaehee sees you like that and runs right away in your direction.

“Are you alright? I should bring you to a doctor…”

“I’m fine, and I don’t think that my injuries are that bad.”

“What happened to you ?”

“A gang grouped around a girl I only wanted to get her away, but sadly it ended with a fight.”

“You should have called the police, you got hurt.”

“You are right but I couldn’t wait that long. I’m sorry Jaehee…”

“I know you only did what you felt was right but it was really reckless.”

“I will be more careful from now on.”

“Good I’m just glad I thought you these self-defense moves.”

“They were really effective I mean I chased them all off.”

“I can’t say I’m not proud but still next time they might be stronger or have weapons.”

“I know I promise I call the police next time Jaehee.”

“That is good, you know I only worry about you. Now let’s get home. I need to treat your wounds.”

“Thank you Jaehee.”

Jaehee checks your wounds and cleans them all.

She puts salve on your bruises.

A week after your last encounter with the gang you are with Jaehee in a park.

You just want to enjoy your time with her but then you see the gang again.

You tell Jaehee it’s them and call the police.

At this point, they see you and want revenge.

You are ready to run away but they manage to surround you.

Jaehee has none of it and by the time the police arrive the gang is defeated.

Jumin’s lawyer quickly gets them to drop possible charges, since it was all self-defense.

Jumin

You just came back home and check your injuries in the bathroom.

Jumin comes home, he now wants to be rude but the bathroom door is open.

He sees your bruises and scratches.

“What happened to you? Are you alright ?”

He is really worried about you.

“I got into a fight with a gang, they attacked this little kitten. I had to save it.”

“That was quite brave but also extremely reckless. You got hurt really badly.”

“They got hurt way worse and the kitten got saved.”

“I’m glad it turned out this way but this was really dangerous. Where was the security ?”

“I was just at the supermarket. I did not think that I would need them.”

“Well, you see how dangerous it’s without them. So please don’t be reckless. I know you are strong thanks to your training but please use the guards that I hired for you.”

“I’m sorry Jumin. They just ever draw so much attention.”

“I will tell them to be more stealthy so don’t leave without them.”

“Yes, I will Jumin. I’m sorry that I got you worried.”

“As long you do not get hurt again I will forgive you. Where is the kitten now by the way ?”

“I brought her to a veterinary she is fine. I met her owner too, it’s a young girl. She was really heartbroken when she heard the story. I’m sure she will watch the kitten much better from now on.”

“I see good work there my love and now let me treat your wounds.”

“Thank you Jumin.”

Jumin treats your wounds with a lot of care.

He does not mention a doctor since he knows that you do not need one.

Jumin makes sure to keep on checking all your injury’s, just to make sure they are healing.

A week later and you want to check on the kitten again, just in case.

Jumin comes with you, to give the new cat owner some advice.

On the way there the gang comes your way.

You rather want to avoid them and whisper to Jumin that these are the guys that you had issues with.

Jumin does not want them to get away and calls his bodyguards to take care of them.

They all end in jail and you and Jumin visit the cat owner and really enjoy spending time with playing with the kitten.

- Spoilers after here -

707

You get back home, Saeyoung is busy with work but he drops everything once he sees you.

“What has happened? Was it the agency? Or was it Mint Eye? Maybe someone else ?”

“No, it was a gang. They got in a fight and I got caught between them. I won and got away.”

“I see that was really dangerous, you should call me when you get in danger.”

“I had no connection. I couldn’t even call the police.”

“I need to give you a satellite phone. How bad are you hurt ?”

“It’s not that bad just some bruises and scratches.”

“That is bad enough, you need to be more careful.”

“I know I wanted to call you for backup but without connection…”

“It was my fault too. I need to give you some pepper spray and a taser… maybe a gun…no that’s too dangerous.”

“I think that’s definitely too much. I’m fine with a satellite phone and new pepper spray.”

“Okay but also take one of the robots with you, they might be too big though… I need to think about a keychain version.”

“I don’t need that, you know I can’t just take things that spit fire with me.”

“You are right… I don`t want that you get arrested. I think you need more protection though. I will think of something while I bandage you.”

“I don’t need bandages.”

“Well, we’re out of Band-Aids so you have to deal with it.”

“I think I will be fine without them.”

“You can’t refuse, now come here.”

You know that Saeyoung is only worried about you, so you let him bandage you.

You end up looking like a mummy but Saeyoung is relieved that the injuries are only minor.

He not really wants to let you out of his sight for a while and the security gets tighter.

A week later you are out to buy groceries, together with Saeyoung.

On the way you see the gang, you do not want any more issues with them so you try to avoid them.

Sadly they noticed you and they want to show you how strong they are.

You try to calm them down but it’s no use.

Saeyoung lets them nowhere near you and you call the police.

The gang gets defeated by Saeyoung before the police arrive and to dodge questions you both get away.

The most gang members are wanted criminals and they do not want to admit that a single man defeated them.

You really not wanted to get into a fight or injured.

You are worried about his reaction, he has been through so much.

After coming home you see that he is not there.

You take this time to clean yourself and get the Band-Aids ready.

This is when Jihyun comes home.

He sees you and he is calmer than your images.

“Did you get in an accident? Are you alright, should I drive you to a doctor?”

“I’m fine I had some issues with a gang… I got dragged into a fight. My injuries are minor. I won’t need a doctor.”

You know this will shock Jihyun but you have to be honest.

“Are you sure? You might still be in shock, you could have internal injuries. We should take no risk.”

“Alright, I will go to a doctor.”

“We should also report this to the police…no it might be best to tell Jumin that you need bodyguards.”

“You are probably right about that.”

“How did this even happen ?”

“I’m not sure but they were just looking for someone to beat up but I beat them and got away.”

“You beat them? I underestimated your strength.”

“Well, I took some training, after everything that happened to me I wanted to become stronger.”

“That is quite impressive but also very dangerous. You really could get hurt. In this situation, I’m glad you defend yourself but you were lucky that they had to weapons.”

“I know Jihyun. I’m glad that I got away. I will be more careful from now on.”

“That is good, without you …I don’t know what I would do…”

You go to Jihyun and hug him.

Jihyun Band-Aids your injuries, he is very gentle and careful with you.

He later calls Jumin and he gladly sends you a team of bodyguards.

A while after this you are outside to get some inspiration for Jihyun.

You are busy with setting his painting equipment up when the gang appears again.

You are really thankful that Jumin’s bodyguards are here right now.

They get arrested and Jihyun is glad that’s over.

After this, he does self-defense training with you, just in case.

Saeran

You go home after the fight.

On the way, you get a call from him since you are quite late.

You tell him that you are almost home, what relieves him.

When you open the door Saeran is already waiting for you.

He sees your injuries and it’s making him angry.

“Who did this to you? Are you badly hurt…do you need a doctor ?”

He hates doctors but he is willing to bring you there if it’s necessary.

“It was my old gang they found me and wanted to beat me. Lucky enough I didn’t forget everything and I beat them. My injuries are not that bad, just some bruises.”

“I knew these guys would come back… stupid idiots… I will show them.”

“Calm down, they ran away and you chasing them won’t bring anything.”

“You are right. I’m sorry, but they hurt you. I just don’t want to lose you.”

“I know Saeran it’s alright.”

“Why didn’t you call me ?”

“They waited for me and I was just trying to get away from them. I had no time to call you and I not wanted that you get hurt either.”

“They really have some nerve… from now on you not going anywhere alone.”

You know that Saeran is only really worried about you.

“Fine but when we see them again we call the police. They probably have done something to be arrested for.”

“Fine but if not then will send them to the South Pole.”

“That is fine with me.”

“Let’s treat your injury’s now.”

You nod and Saeran carefully treats you.

Saeran is really tensed up, he has a nightmare about you, that only makes it worse.

You are glad that Saeran goes with you but you are also worried about him meeting your old gang.

Sadly it only takes a few days until you meet them again.

You keep your calm and try to protect Saeran.

He can hold his own but you just can’t stand the thought of him getting hurt.

You manage to call Saeyoung and lucky enough you and Saeran don’t get hurt.

Saeran could hardly keep his calm but he manages it for you.

Saeyoung manages to send the whole gang somewhere far away and you are safe for good.

Vanderwood

You get home and meet Vanderwood at the door.

“What happened did you help Saeyoung to catnap that cat he keeps on talking about ?”

“No, sadly I got into a fight with a gang. I won but sadly I got a few injuries.”

“If you would be an agent I’d be disappointed in you but since you are still in training I will let it pass. We will go over the whole fight and then I will tell you how to make it better next time.”

“Well, umm.. thanks ?”

“We also need to talk about how to avoid fighting in the first place. Also, did you use the taser I gave you ?”

“Yeah but sadly it made the rest only angrier.”

“I see, well at least that one learned it. You still have lots to learn. We need to practice more.”

“Fine let me clean up myself at least.”

“I did not mean now, you clean up. I get bandages and then we have some tea, you need to rest.”

You agree and Vanderwood treats your wounds.

A few days after the fight you are jogging with Vanderwood.

You see the gang hanging around at the park.

You sigh annoyed and turn a different way.

Neither you or Vanderwood want to get in a fight.

Sadly the group spots you and wants revenge.

You try to call the police, but you have no reception.

Vanderwood has no interest in the Gang, but when they threaten you Vanderwood quickly defeats them all.

He not even gets out of breath, the gang runs away in terror.

Vanderwood remembers their faces, this way Saeyoung will later take care of them.

You are unharmed and really impressed.

Vanderwood not really thinks it was a big deal, but he is secretly flustered.

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#mystic messenger #mysme #mm #headcanon #rfa #minor trio #rfa members #zen #yoosung #jumin #jaehee #707 #saeyoung #v #saeran #vanderwood

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natasha-in-space · 2 years ago

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✧ Masterlist ✧

Masterlist gets updated frequently, but do let me know if you can't find something <3

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~ Masterlist of ongoing longfics ~

Saeran:

✿ A Crimson Rose (Suit!Saeran/gn!reader);

✿ Pocket Suit Saeran au (Suit!Saeran/cmc: Natasha Stakh);

✿ Here With You (VAE!Ray/gn!reader);

✿ Vampire!Suit Saeran Drabble (Suit!Saeran/cmc: Natasha Stakh);

✿ A family get-together (GE!Saeran/gn!reader);

✿ From the Ashes into the Light (VAE!Ray and VAE!Saeran/cmc: Natasha Stakh) - series;

✿ Shared Struggle (SE!Saeran/Self Insert) TW;

✿ Fried Food (Unknown/gn!reader);

✿ Saeran's favourite places to kiss his SO;

✿ Saeran having triplets;

✿ Saeran with a SO that is a business analyst;

✿ Saeran with a SO that is an athlete;

✿ Saeran's kid decides to become a hipster;

✿ Giving a gift to Ray;

✿ Unknown with an affectionate and cuddly assistant;

✿ Sweet Beginning (Ray/cmc Lila Lancelot);

✿ GE Saeran celebrating your birthday;

✿ Old Melody Sang Anew (SE!Saeran/cmc Natasha Stakh);

✿ Secluded Waltz (Ray/gn!reader);

✿ Looking at the Stars (Suit!Saeran/cmc Natasha Stakh);

✿ Safe and Sound (GE!Saeran/gn!reader) TW;

✿ Planting flowers with Ray;

✿ Saeran as fairytale and mythical creatures

✿ Fractured Heart (Unknown/cmc Natasha Stakh) - series;

✿ High Enough (Unknown/gn!reader);

✿ GE!Saeran comforting mc that's struggling with abandonment issues;

✿ Show & Tell (Unknown/gn!reader/Zen) CW

Saeyoung:

☆ Mundane Troubles (Saeyoung/gn!reader);

☆ Saeyoung comforting you after failing an exam;

☆ Saeyoung comforting you when you're sick;

☆ Stargazing with Saeyoung;

☆ Saeyoung motivating you to study;

☆ First date with Saeyoung;

☆ Playing with Saeyoung's hair;

☆ Saeyoung with a SO who's a computer programmer;

☆ Saeyoung comforting a SO who's struggling with chronic pain/chronic illness;

☆ Saeyoung celebrating you passing an exam;

☆ Having an argument with Saeyoung;

☆ Saeyoung wishing you a happy birthday as soon as it hits midnight;

☆ Play fighting with Saeyoung;

☆ Confessing to Saeyoung in school (set in canon timeline)

☆ Cruel Miracle (Saeyoung/gn!reader);

☆ Saeyoung with mc who's struggling with social anxiety;

☆ Thoughts on Saeyoung's trauma with the agency;

☆ Bringing a puppy to Saeyoung

Jaehee:

\̅_̅/̷̚ʾ Cookies and Cupcakes (Jaehee/gn!reader);

\̅_̅/̷̚ʾ Christmas Reminiscing (Jaehee/gn!reader);

\̅_̅/̷̚ʾ Dance with Me (Jaehee/gn!reader);

\̅_̅/̷̚ʾ You and Jaehee getting a sphinx kitty who loves her a bit too much

Rika:

✦ A Snowy Play Fight (Rika/gn!reader);

✦ 2022 Rika's birthday CG analysis;

✦ A Wilted Daffodil (Rika/cmc Chaewon Lee) - series;

✦ Overall personal thoughts on Rika and her complexity

Vanderwood:

๑ Vanderwood bonding with the Choi twins drabble;

๑ Vanderwood with a SO who's the opposite of them;

๑ A Playful Afternoon (Vanderwood/gn! reader)

Yoosung:

* Yoosung with a SO that is a pet groomer;

* Yoosung with a blasian SO TW;

* Yoosung's kid turns out to be a major animal-lover;

* Yoosung and mc who has an allergy to dog/cat hair;

* Yoosung's family reaction to his eye injury;

* Discussing how Yoosung and Matsuda from Death Note would be great buddies;

* Meeting Yoosung after knowing him in high school;

* Thoughts on Yoosung going through therapy

Jihyun:

𖤓 Jihyun going through therapy;

𖤓 New Tomorrow (Jihyun/gn!reader);

𖤓 Jihyun with a mc who's similar to him

Jumin:

ᗢ Jumin going through therapy;

ᗢ Jumin with a SO from Daegu;

ᗢ Jumin with a SO who's a famous idol

Zen:

⟡ Zen confessing his love to you;

⟡ Zen with a disabled mc

Headcanons:

Random headcanons that live in my head rent-free;

Cuddling headcanons for the whole mm gang;

Choi twins comforting a SO that is struggling after the death of a loved one TW;

Mystic Messenger gang as Disney Prince's;

Jumin, Jihyun and Rika with a SO that they've met before during their childhood;

RFA + Minor Trio as trainer classes in a Pokemon au;

Mystic Messenger gangs professions in a Stardew Valley au;

Zen and Jaehee comforting their child who is struggling with workaholism;

Yooseven headcanons;

RFA + V and GE!Saeran with a cheerleader SO;

Warrior Cats/Mystic Messenger au brainrot;

Picking up the entire Mystic Messenger gang headcanons;

RFA as fairytale and mythical creatures;

Jumin and Saeran soulmate au drabbles;

RFA + minor trio with a punk mc;

Engagement rings headcanons;

RFA + Saeran with mc who's studying to be a veterinary neurologist;

RFA + V and Saeran making you gingerbread cookies;

Analyzing Yoosung's and Saeran's relationship after Yoosung's good ending;

RFA + Jihyun with the child that grows up to be 'daddy's kid';

MM gang as Sailor Moon characters

Events:

Mysme-fictober 2022

Mystictober 2022

Cmc info-sheets:

✽ Natasha Stakh (Saeran's cmc);

❦ Chaewon Lee (Rika's cmc)

#masterlist

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divine timing – pjm;

pairings: park jimin x tarot reader!female reader.

extra characters: jeon jeongguk, kim taehyung and kim namjoon.

genre: fluff, fluffy angst, university!au, strangers to lovers!au, soulmate!au, reincarnation!au.

words: 9.461

warnings: sfw, adult alcohol consumption, koo mentions marijuana (weed), contains tarot readings, talks about meaning of tarot cards, the reincarnation bits are implied and nothing too visual or upsetting, mentions of a car accident, minor character death.

a/n: i am not a tarot reader at all but do enjoy watching them. please forgive my shortcomings in case i make a mistake. i have tried my best with the symbolic meanings. enjoy! 💙

also, i tried to employ a new writing method similar to ‘closed captioning’ lol to aid in visualising the setup of the scene better and as always, thanks to @silversparkles11 to motivate me to write this and helping me to figure out the outline! i love you so much bb.

★彡[ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴀʀᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!]彡★

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𝑨𝒄𝒕 𝑰 — 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒔

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March, 2022:

“did you get the booze?” jeongguk looked around himself, before turning his head up to stare at his friend climbing up the iron fence of the boys’ dormitory.

“ass, hold the backpack, at least,” the said friend, park jimin, threw the bag latched to his back at jeongguk’s face who grabbed it before it could hit his face, very much to jimin’s dismay.

“yeah yeah, get down before someone sees you.”

“really? wow! would have never guessed that, dumbass!” jimin muttered before crossing sides over the fence and jumping to the ground. the grass, owing to the spring rain, was slippery and did not prove to be a good platform for the high impact jump and jimin tripped down to his ass.

“ow. dude, at least help me!”

jeongguk let a wordless laughter, fingers clawing at his stomach as he tried to calm down, while the other held the cellphone that recorded the ordeal, “nah, this is what you get for being a jerk. shit, this is so going on my IG story.”

jimin rolled his eyes and got back to his feet, dusting off the mud and grass from his white jeans. he let a soft sigh, this fresh pair of jeans was supposed to easily last him at least two weeks. well, not so much anymore.

by the time the duo reached jimin’s dorm room, taehyung and namjoon had finished setting up the snacks. the table where jimin usually sets up his film equipment has been cleared and is now the host to the bowls of chips and shot glasses. jeongguk set down jimin’s backpack on the floor near his bed, the glass bottles inside made a clinking noise.

closing the door behind him, jimin stopped at the threshold of the room as he felt a very overwhelming sensation. oh, not this again. his eyes fleeted between namjoon basically destroying the packet of chips while trying to tear them open and even knocking down one of the bowls in the process while taehyung scolds him and jeongguk joins the duo only to pop a bunch of chips in his mouth.

jeongguk turned to jimin who was blankly staring at the trio, “what?” his voice came out muffled because of the chips.

“nothing i-”

“another one of your déjà vu moments?”

jimin’s eyes shot up, “fuck. this has happened before. like not just the actions but you asking me and me explaining it to you guys that this has happened before. fuck.”

“well, if we look it at it technically, then that way you have had two past lives and the original event was from the first past life and then in the second past life you had the déjà vu moment which you explained and now in this life you remember having both the event and then explaining the déjà vu moment. mm, too many variables.” kim namjoon, the mathematics major chipped in his two cents.

“i swear if you take out your notebook and start formulating the chain of events, i am kicking you out of our room,” kim taehyung, jimin’s roommate spoke up, his eyes narrowed at the 6″0′ giant who just smiled nervously.

“i don’t even understand what they are supposed to mean. i bet we all experience déjà vu moments but day by day, it is only happening more often with me.”

taehyung leaned down to retrieve the soju and beer bottles from jimin’s backpack, “they don’t necessarily have to mean something,” he shrugged, holding four bottles by the neck and bringing them over to the table. namjoon followed suit and emptied the bag.

“do any of you cheap asses have weed?” jeongguk spoke up, brushing over the topic.

“i have some good shit coming in tomorrow,” namjoon informed.

park jimin and jeon jeongguk are the theatre kids, majoring in film making, kim taehyung is a linguistic major with kim namjoon as a mathematics major. an odd group of friends but they have grown quite close ever since university started.

the close-knit group of four sat down around the table and soon enough, the drinks started pouring. the topic of conversation moved back and forth between the interconnectedness of film making and mathematics and jeongguk groaning how he wants to kill the person who decided to introduce alphabets in mathematics.

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taehyung was about to uncap his second beer bottle when he noticed that jimin was just quietly sitting, his beer bottle clasped between the fingers of his dominant hand — unfinished and turning warm.

“are you still thinking about that?”

jimin blinked himself out of the trance before turning to taehyung, “no — just — yeah, i cannot stop thinking about it. it has to mean something, right?”

“lord. jimin, you are getting hung up on it! maybe déjà vu moments are just reminders to be more present in the current life—” taehyung turned to jeongguk in a snap “— of course, your ass has something else to contribute. go ahead.”

“what? i said nothing!”

“yeah yeah, your face is oddly expressive. go ahead, the floor is yours,” taehyung took a sip of his beer and leaned back in his chair.

jimin turned to jeongguk who waved his hands in a defensive manner, “you guys know very well what i am going to say.”

“just spill it,” namjoon sighed.

“i suggest you turn to tarot to understand why you are experiencing so many déjà vu moments.”

“koo, you did one three-months elective course on spiritualism for one project, one year ago. you don’t even know what you are talking about!” namjoon retorted.

“but i know what i am talking about! see, this is why i didn’t want to say it because you guys are such sceptics that the hints could literally bonk you in the head and you would be too caught up trying to scientifically explain it.”

“everything does have a scientific explanation though.”

“oh yeah, mr 148IQ? fine, why did the big bang happen? why do we all exist?”

“oh yeah? why don’t you ask your tarot cards and tell me why did the big bang happen?”

before jeongguk could retort back — stretching the argument any further, jimin interrupted the childish duo.

“that’s enough, guys. nothing is a perfect science. i agree most things can be explained logically but then again there are some things which have no explanation and have existed around us for a long time.”

“there, thank you!” jeongguk downed his soju, pouring himself another.

“shall we go to a fortune reader, then?” jimin voiced, unsure.

taehyung groaned, “i cannot believe you are actually considering this.”

jeongguk rolled his eyes and turned to jimin, “no. for most of the professional fortune readers, it is just an act they have perfected, and they will only tell you what you want to hear. i think you should try a tarot reader.”

“take the hint, koo. i don’t know any tarot readers.”

“oh, right,” jeongguk clicked his tongue before retrieving his phone from his jacket. he navigated to the YouTube application before clicking on one of his subscribed channels “Rei of Light”. “here, try her videos. i have and she is awfully accurate to the point where it’s downright creepy.”

jimin took the phone from his hand, “wait, it’s like an hour-long video.”

“dude, you don’t have to watch the whole thing. start the video and she will present you with various piles. you have to choose one and only watch what she has to say about that particular pile.”

“okay, that’s better but how do i choose?” jimin paused the video which had started auto-playing and stared at the piles presented in front of him — it consisted of four stones which the narrator identified as ametrine, fluorite, lapis lazuli and rutile quartz, “i don’t know shit about stones.”

jeongguk grinned, “that’s the beauty of it. you don’t need to know anything at all, just pick whichever appeals the most to you.”

jimin nodded slightly, still unsure about the whole ordeal but his alcohol dazed brain could not come up with one reason why he should not watch the reading. where is the harm? he scrolled to the pinned comments to find the timestamps and clicked on lapis lazuli as per the narrator’s instructions. she had a very soothing and nectar-filled voice, but it was getting drowned among the overlapping voices of namjoon, taehyung and jeongguk arguing about something else. honestly, he does not even want to know what the three musketeers of dumbassery are discussing now and stood up, collecting his unfinished bottle.

jimin walked over to his bed, pushing off the stray books and clothes to the floor before plopping on it. he grabbed his pillow and stationed it under his head at an angle to aid him in finishing the beer while he held the phone in front of his face before clicking on ‘play’.

morning, next day:

jimin walked in, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head to help cover his eyes from the invading rays of sun. he cannot believe he passed out from just one bottle of beer. he is known throughout the university for his alcohol tolerance, but here he is, shouldering a killer hangover from just one bottle beer while he does the ‘walk of shame’ to his class — running fashionably twenty minutes late.

upon entering the class, the professor stopped speaking so he turned to apologize, “i am really sorry, ma’am.”

“mr park, please don’t interrupt the class further and just take your seat.”

jimin wordlessly complied and sat on the seat jeongguk had saved for him, following which, the class continued.

“couldn’t you have woken me up?” jimin whispered.

“you were out by the time joon hyung and i left. did you pass out?”

“seems so—”

“you two. is the conversation more important than the class?” the professor interrupted the whispers.

both jimin and jeongguk shook their head with an apologetic look, to which the professor warily went back to the lesson.

it barely had been five minutes or so before jeongguk turned to jimin, “how was the reading?”

“i passed out after watching it but i had the weirdest of dreams,” jimin whispered back.

“no one cares. did the reading resonate? like did it match with you?”

“ye—”

the professor walked to their desk, slamming the book she was holding on the desk, “mr park, mr jeon kindly leave the class.”

jeongguk went to protest but the professor beat him to it, “not a word, young man. make yourself scarce.”

after exiting the class, the fantastic duo headed to the library lawns as they did not have the next class till another hour.

“okay, now tell me,” jeongguk put his backpack down after sitting on the grass.

“i don’t remember everything exactly but she was talking about reincarnations and past life being incomplete, also some empress or emperor card which represented the energy of libra. i mean, i am a libra. also, a lot of gemini and cancer too.”

“probably your moon and ascendant, which would be unlikely but can be worth a shot. come on, let’s find out,” jeongguk brought out his phone before inputting some details onto a website, “what time were you born?”

“who even thinks about that stuff? i will have to ask my mom.”

“are you waiting for official orders to do so?”

“don’t get smart mouth with me, koo,” jimin narrowed his eyes at his friend before ringing up his mother.

mrs park relayed the information to him after making sure he is not getting into ouija or witchcraft, to which jimin lied that it is for one of his film projects to ease her mind. after jeongguk inserted the birth time, the chart revealed that jimin’s moon and ascendant are indeed gemini and cancer, respectively.

“so, you are telling me that this person who does not even know me did a reading for me specifically?”

“not at all. it is a general reading but some parts only resonate with specific people like the signs did with you. maybe she talked about other aspects that had no correlation with your life.”

jimin grabbed his head, gently massaging his temples, “okay. okay. okay. i guess all that makes sense? i guess, but still it does not answer my questions.”

“maybe you should watch more readings.”

“i guess we can...there’s time for next class...” jimin checked his watch and mumbled unsure, still not sure if he should delve into this unknown realm. is he even ready for it yet?

“stop overthinking and let’s do this,” jeongguk started playing another video from Rei of Light and set the laptop before the two of them.

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“okay, so far the cards emperor, magician, lovers, two of cups, three of cups, tower, moon, fool have come up in all of the videos we watched,” jimin finally spoke after finishing the seventh video they were watching.

“also, for the time frame spring and autumn shows up. also someone with a vivid and artsy imagination,” jeongguk added, reading from the piece of paper he had noted it down on. midway through watching the readings, the duo realized that in almost every reading jimin was choosing, most of the cards were being repeated.

“also the yin-yang card and 11:11 timestamp also showed up in the cards a lot. how does any of that make sense though? like what about it?”

“wait, wait, don’t lose hope. let’s try to formulate all these together,” jeongguk took the pencil tucked above his earlobe and started making a chart, “so, first emperor card means someone who is older or wise, basically someone who has life experiences. then we have the magician card which means inspired action—”

“also someone who has heightened manifesting abilities,” jimin added.

“right. now three of cups means a party or celebration, being introduced via mutual friends. what else do we have?”

“uh, there’s the tower which is basically a bad rollercoaster ride where everything goes to shit and then the fool which talks about new beginnings,” jimin took the pencil from jeongguk’s hand and started scribbling on the piece of paper, “then the lovers card is about soulmates and so is the 11:11 timestamps, oh! also the two of cups is about twin flame or a serious partnership thingy.”

“so? you are going to meet the love of your life?”

“how is that the answer to why i am getting so many déjà vu moments and the weird ass violent dreams—”

“oh shit” jeongguk cursed under his breath.

“what what what? did you think of something?”

“we missed the 14:15 class!!” jeongguk groaned, clutching his head. he hates professor kwon and if he misses any more of his classes, poor koo is going to fail so bad.

“fuck, what? he is supposed to hand out the end-sem assignment topics today,” jimin hurried to his feet, gathering his bag.

“it’s 14:40. we already missed it and you are dreaming if you think kwon is going to allow you in so late.”

the bag latched at the edge of jimin’s shoulder dropped down to the ground when his shoulders drooped, owing to the realization that they had, in fact, missed the class and there is no going back.

“i don’t think we can be friends anymore,” jimin gave jeongguk a solemn look after sitting back down.

jeongguk, who had lied down on the grass by then, closed his eyes, “you would be lost without me.”

“everyone likes to think that way,” jimin lied down as well, letting his back rest against the maple tree.

“go ahead, walk away.”

“mm, i will, after watching you fail in kwon’s class.”

“i will ace it.”

“right. sure. definitely you will. i totally believe that.”

the duo shared a light chuckle before a comfortable silence took over the environment.

“my sleep paralysis is getting worse. a few nights ago, taehyung told me that i was sleep-talking too,” jimin broke the silence after a while.

“why don’t you talk to taehyung?”

“he worries too much. i mean they are just dreams.”

“yeah, dreams which are fucking you up.”

“well, it’s not that bad...”

jeongguk opened his eyes and turned on his side, towards jimin, “stop downplaying it.”

“leave it. i am going back to the dorm.”

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April 16, 2022

jimin woke up in a cold sweat to his phone blaring in the middle of the night. he sat up at once, the back of his tank vest sticking to his skin owing to perspiration. he stared at his hands, they had both turned red and were sweating profusely. he was stuck in a bad dream and could not wake himself up. thankfully, his phone started ringing which brought him back. remembering the blaring call, jimin grabbed his phone but it had stopped ringing. he meant to keep it away, however, it started ringing again.

the insufferable jeon jeongguk.

“hey,” jimin heaved out, his heart still beating rapidly.

“woah, are you okay?” jeongguk’s excitement dampened to a worried tone.

“yeah, yeah. what happened?”

“bro, we got a free personal tarot reading with Rei of Light.”

“what?!” jimin’s voice went one octave higher.

“fuck yeah, okay listen — in her last video, she was picking random commenters for a free personal tarot reading giveaway since she reached a subscriber milestone. i commented and she replied on the comment that i have been selected!!”

“are you sure it’s her? could be an imposter too?”

“nope, i checked. it’s her. she has provided her mail and asked me to send her the convenient time to do the reading.”

“oh. sounds good, i guess.”

“stop second-guessing and just agree already. when are you free?”

“what day it is today?”

“16th april.”

“ahha, saturday then tomo — wait, remember in one of her readings, she had said that something significant is going to happen when the moon is in libra and that was in april, right?”

“yeah, i remember. wait, let me check once again,” jeongguk quickly checked with google before placing the phone back over his ear, “fuck. the full moon in libra is in april 16.”

“this is creepy...” jimin trailed off, feeling chills down his spine thinking about the vivid dream he just woke up from, trying to remember the whole dream but his mind replayed the same bits and pieces like a broken record.

“it’s not! it was meant to be! she could have replied tomorrow or yesterday but she replied today! it has to mean something.”

“like what?”

“that tomorrow you are meeting her and getting the personal tarot reading.”

“and how will that fix anything?”

“jimin. park jimin. dumbass. park dumbass. you are too fixated on finding an answer. it’s not always about an answer.”

“are you high?”

“unrelated, irrelevant and nothing you can prove. so, i am fixing the appointment with her for tomorrow. bye.”

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around late afternoon on a beautiful sunday, you were sat at the cafe two streets away from kyunghee university. they had a system of booths which was obscured and hence would not permit prying eyes to judge your craft. it felt like a decent place for a one-to-one reading, although now in hindsight, what if the person is a serial killer? no one would even be able to know for some time if the person just kills you and walks out. maybe you should do some vocal warm-ups to free up your throat in case the person tries to drive the knife through your stomach, so you can make a loud enough sound. alternatively, what if the person slits your throat, instead? is this why the Universe showed you the way to spirituality? — yeah, you are definitely a little bit too nervous for this interaction and conjuring up all sorts of idiotic scenarios.

this is the first time you are giving someone a face-to-face offline tarot reading. personally, you do not even think you are that good or if you are even conveying the messages properly. at the next swing of the air conditioner, you could smell your parfum — ‘Portrait of a Lady’ by Frederic Malle wafting around the air and it provided you with some ease as it was something familiar which helped you stay grounded.

you had conveyed the time and location of the meeting to the user “IU is my queen”

around 4 pm? at the ___ cafe, booth number 7

almost as if on cue, you could hear muffled footsteps outside the booth door at exactly 4 pm. quickly fixing your hair and clothes one last time, you brought a smile on your face as the doors slid horizontally to reveal the person on the other side.

it did not take long for your soft smile to fade away on seeing the person stood in front of you.

“have i seen you before?”

i have seen him before but not in this lifetime.

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𝑨𝒄𝒕 𝑰𝑰 — 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏

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your hands placed on the table-top were shaking lightly, ears ringing as you felt an oncoming headache the moment the person came into your field of vision.

on the other hand, jimin opened his mouth in the process of saying something but closed it before opening it again to finally verbalise the words, “i was just about to ask that.”

this has happened before. i have seen her before but not in this lifetime.

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around seven months ago, you started the YouTube channel ‘Rei of Light’ after you were convinced that you have enough knowledge, if not much, to finally read for others (and also after you had done so numerous times for family and friends).

unlike most tarot readers, you do not have an endearing story about your tarot journey. it started in quite an unusual way, but i guess we draw inspiration from everywhere.

when you were in middle school, like every other all girls’ school students, your friends group used to go around trying everything. after-schools were strictly reserved for exploration when exams were not near. one day its karaoke, the other it’s a trek, and another day it’s playing games at the arcade. similarly, one day somebody (you cannot exactly remember now who it was) in the group suggested getting a reading from the resident tarot reader at the cafe near school. the lady used to only give readings on tuesday evenings.

after finalising the plan and working out the expenses of getting a reading, your small group headed to the cafe. it was decided that all of you would get a group because none of you had enough funds for individual readings.

it was easy to locate the lady, although she was not wearing any eccentric clothes or any other imagery (as you had expected, no thanks to the inaccurate media portrayals) but there was just something about her that you could easily recognise that yep, that’s her.

the lady was sat at a table in the corner, shuffling a deck of cards, with imagery different than playing cards, effortlessly between her fingers — the sound created was satisfying — it really drew you in. you could almost fall asleep listening to that uninterrupted shuffling, it had such a lulling effect.

after your little group got seated in front of her, she wordlessly kept shuffling the cards before spreading them out on the table-top face down.

“pick ten cards. two each,” she spoke up and smiled for the first time that evening. her arms now resting near her thighs as she leaned back to let you and your friends choose — her aura was warm and very welcoming.

the imagery at the back of the cards were all the same so there was nothing that visually attracted you, but you were the first one to pull out two cards from the pile — you segregated them from the rest of the pile neatly and set them aside as you waited for your friends to take their pick — following your lead, they did the same.

“interesting,” the lady mumbled, her eyes at you before she sat up straighter and checked the two cards that you had picked.

“did i do something wrong?”

“absolutely not, dear. rather, you have an interesting future ahead,” she placed the two cards back down, this time face up, “the moon and the star. beautiful celestial bodies — such a precious energy.”

your meek eyes were quick to catch that both the cards had the numbers 17 and 18 on them, like in a sequence. the joy of hearing ‘the moon’ did not linger when you were confronted by the imagery on ‘the moon’ card. the moon was depicted more like the sun and instead of basking in its eternal beauty, it rather looked perplexed and deep in thoughts, like something was wrong or something was not adding up. in contrast, the star card was visually emotionless and had a big star on the top and underneath it, a lady pouring water on the ground and in the waterbody in front of her; it seemed paradoxical. *

* [the imagery is based on the rider waite tarot cards]

“they don’t look happy.”

“you are not wrong but let me tell you, from what i can feel of this energy here, for you it’s going to turn out happy.”

“but what does it mean?”

the lady chuckled, “you know most people come to me to hear good things and don’t really care about symbolism, but you are one of the rare cuties who ask what it means. well, the moon refers to a number of things but for you it means that you should pay more attention to your dreams—”

“—my dreams?”

“—yes, your dreams. for the past few reincarnations, your soul has suffered from a pain it could not bear but had to shoulder time and again but not anymore. this time, the moon has completed its rotation and become full — you will get what is meant to be yours.”

“i-i don’t understand.”

“i am afraid i have to get to your friends. our time is almost over.”

you went to protest and ask more questions but chose to keep quiet instead. however, none of it still made sense. you are not one prone to bad dreams, you cannot even remember the last upsetting dream you had. later in the day when you reached home, all you could fixate on was reading up the various meanings of the two tarot cards. notwithstanding which version you read, none of them seemed to have a correlation to you, your life, or your situation.

“maybe the lady was wrong.” became your mantra as you dedicated all your free time to reading up on tarot and watching tarot videos. for christmas that year, you saved up money and bought your first tarot deck — rider waite and thus started your spiritual journey.

it was probably at the age of sixteen onwards when you started having nightmares — it all consisted of losing a person to an accident, or to a disease or knowing that they have not reincarnated in that life with you and then having to live out the rest of your life without them. your soul felt like it was inexplicably interconnected with the other soul, it would even tug at your chest and you would almost always wake up with tears flowing incessantly from your eyes and a deep-rooted heartache — the type which usually means you are having a heart attack. it would be next to impossible to get you to stop crying or clutching at your chest as if it would ease the pain somehow, but your parents know after getting checked by a number of top-rated cardiologists in the country, it was not a heart attack but just a heartache, painful one at that. maybe you were just meant to feel the pain but again you did not know ‘why?’. the dreams scared you of something you have never faced before, they stressed you out to the point that you were scared of falling asleep — afraid of putting yourself through that same pain again.

disturbed, stressed, anxious — you tried to delve deeper into the spiritual world. you tried reading up on witchcraft, spells, the various schools of religion, and of course tarot but all that it yielded was a rapid decline in your grades to the extent that your parents were called in and informed that you would be expelled if you were to maintain such negligible scores.

it took your parents taking away your phone, access to internet, your tarot decks and other resources you had piled up on, to finally get you some much needed headspace.

the dreams slowly stopped becoming so violent when you swallowed the fact that everything cannot be possibly explained at the very moment. the dreams seemed to have changed their version with time — earlier it used to be just you going through the heartbreak and left alone to shoulder the pain but lately, you find a soft hand extended towards you; when you are at your lowest, this hand pops up in the dreams and when you hold it, it helps bring you back to your feet. you do see a face in the dreams but it’s not a face that you have ever encountered in real life nor can you describe it once you wake up. it seemed to be another thing that your mind was ready to fixate on but instead you shook your head and understood that things need time to be played out, they require the time to bloom and become the proper blessings that you are supposed to receive and enjoy in this lifetime. so, you took a step back, deep breath in and out and let the cards play themselves out. [pun intended]

now in your early twenties, majoring in history in one of the top colleges of the country, you have a clearer conscience which is not constantly overburdened with the urge to know every answer out there. you will know when it is time. you still hold the reins to your life — bleach your hair as it pleases in the obnoxious colour that tickles your fancy, adding more piercings or tattoos, partying till late and then pulling a decent grade in a major that interests you — but in terms of spirituality, you let your spirit guides lead the way. what is meant to be yours, will be yours at the right time.

after finishing your elective three months ancient practices course in india, you were introduced to the possibility that the hand in your dreams might belong to your spirit guide or guardian angel and it made sense, it just made so much sense. a week after you settled back into your dorm, you posted the first tarot reading on your youtube channel because it felt like something that you just had to do.

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𝑨𝒄𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 — 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

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“what shall i get you guys started with?” the waitress smiled as she walked in, breaking the silence that had seeped in when your lucky subscriber walked in.

you lowered your gaze breaking the eye-contact as you gently cleared your throat. jimin, also, touched the back of his neck shyly before taking the seat in front of you.

“i will have a lemonade, please.”

“make it two,” jimin put down the menu which he had just picked up.

the waitress smiled, noting it down and walked out, leaving the two of you alone.

“um, let’s just get started, okay? can i get your name?” your voice came out softer than you intended to, almost like you were trying to unconsciously appeal to him.

“yeah, i guess. i’m jimin. also, i didn’t catch your name.”

“it’s y/n,” you mumbled, hands too busy shuffling the cards to ease the anxiety that you felt from the earlier incident. he is the perfect stranger; you have never known anyone with the name jimin nor have you ever seen this guy before and yet you can swear you know him too well.

you tried to channel your focus back to the cards and had barely begun to shuffle the transparent tarot deck when four cards flew right out and landed onto the table. pouting a little, you continued and drew out two more cards to complete the tarot part of the reading. when you tried to pick up the cards, owing to your short nails you could not grip the edge of the cards to flip them over.

the corner of jimin’s lips turned up ever so slightly as he tried to stifle his chuckle, he did not mean to be offensive in any way but it was just endearing to watch you struggle at picking up the cards. deciding to put you out of your misery, jimin grabbed the cards and put them face forward on the table.

you were ready to cry, honestly. this is the first time that you are giving one of your subscribers a personal reading and everything that can possibly gone wrong, has. first the awkward encounter, then you meant to show off a bit with your shuffling skills which was watered down by the spirits throwing the cards at your face and then you struggled to even pick up the cards. the cards that you handle almost every single day! how embarrassing.

you cleared your throat again, swallowing your tears this time before regaining your composure. usually you start with small talk as you like to make the other person feel comfortable but today you just anxiously skipped to the reading — wanting it to be over soon. although it is supposed to be a big deal, but your mind kept leaping back to the previous mishap, your feet tapping against the floor in a constant rhythmic manner. it feels both wrong and the rightest thing that has ever happened in your life.

“the best thing about this deck is that you can pile the cards to form a new imagery” [you put the first three cards on top of each other to form a unified imagery] “we have ten of cups, three of cups, justice,” [you put the fourth card aside separately] “and the moon.” and there it is, your heart has started aching again. it is feeble but you can feel it clearly at the bottom of your chest, pulsing throughout your heart. you have always shared this bittersweet relation with the moon but this is the first time that you have started feeling the good ol’ heartache just because the card showed up in a reading, a reading for someone else.

“are you okay?” jimin asked upon noticing the grimace on your face.

“oh, absolutely!” you turned your frown to a grin, “looks like we have a love situation here, jimin.” [you kept stacking the three cards as neatly as possibly, brushing fingers over the imagery of the cups gently] “the three of cups makes me think of a celebration, look at these three figures clinking their cups together like they are harmonising ‘cheeers!’ it doesn’t necessarily have to be a grand party, it can be an intimate get together too but it feels like you are introduced to the other person through a mutual person. now with the justice card it makes me think that whoever this other person is, they are going to be your perfect half and your intellectual and emotional equal who will balance you out. also, it is related to the signs of libra and gemini—”

“— i am a libra sun with a gemini moon,” jimin spoke in-between.

“oh! you know your signs, that’s nice. well, the signs are just an extra layer of confirmation which can mean that you are on the right path keep going! the ten of cups is a happy card, it symbolises a happy long term emotional commitment. [you point to the two figures sharing the cups] notice how the two figures are in an embracing position? like they are just happy and celebrating how many cups they have! if you are not looking for a relationship then it works just fine with colleagues or new friendships but it is a card which talks about fruitful companionship, something that will fulfil both the parties involved and even convert to marriage or a successful partnership.”

“is it weird that every time i watch any of your readings or even any other tarot reader’s video, i always get most of these cards. like they always somehow show up with the same messages.”

“not weird at all. it just means this is an urgent message that spirit wants you to know.”

“but everything that i am going through have nothing to do with a relationship.”

“maybe you are not able to see the bigger picture.”

“i like that. please, continue, i am sorry i interrupted,” jimin admitted sheepishly, before drinking some of the lemonade.

“not at all. this is a conversation. so, moving on — ah the moon... i will get a clarifier for this,” [you shuffle the rider waite tarot deck and shortly ‘the star’ card flies out from the deck] “oh great,” you mumbled. the Universe is messing with you, right? the same two cards that you had received in your first reading, the same two cards which is the reason why you are sitting here today doing tarot readings.

“what? is this a bad combination?” jimin asked as you quieted down.

“no, actually,” [you start speaking subconsciously] “you should refer to your dreams, if you had any significant ones. it seems like for the past few reincarnations, your soul has suffered from a pain it could not bear but had to shoulder time and again but not anymore. this time, the moon has completed its rotation and become full — you will get what is meant to be yours.”

your throat felt extremely parched all of a sudden — the realization that you narrated that lady’s interpretation of the cards without thinking twice but the interpretation seems to fit jimin’s situation too because you do not feel like you said anything wrong. grabbing the glass of lemonade, you chugged it down in one go.

“i am so sorry — okay, so lastly for the tarot cards we have the tower and death. mm, it’s a nice combo. they go pretty well as the tower deals with a significant event in your life where it felt like everything just crashed down, your dreams, aspirations — but it feels like you have passed your tower moment, maybe you are still in the process of healing yourself but since we also have the death card which represents the end of a cycle so that gives space for a new cycle — a happier cycle to start.”

“like the page of wands.”

your eyes turned to him in a flash as you did not expect him to know much about cards, “wow, you know your cards.”

jimin let a chuckle, “a few months ago i fell down the rabbit hole of tarot looking for answers.”

“did you find your answers?”

“not the ones i wanted but i did get some, very strong ones certainly.”

you chuckled this time, “it do be like that sometimes. don’t worry, tarot is all about interpretations and perspectives. maybe at the moment it didn’t make sense because we might not be looking at it the right way, but it will all add up.”

“alright, for the oracle part we will take three cards to get any additional information,” [you shuffle the starseed oracle deck] “we have ‘new earth’, ‘all paths lead home’ and for the last one” [two cards fall out of the deck] “— oops, two cards fell out. guess, i will take them. it’s the ‘courageous pony’ and ‘deep cellular healing’.”

“alright, so ‘new earth’ means that things are unfolding as they should so don’t give up now. you are on the right path — i feel like i have said this three times already — [light chuckle] you are closer to uncovering the truth than you think. for the ‘all paths lead home’ — this is funny, remember how you said you turned to tarot because you wanted answers? well spirit, through this card, is asking you to look within, your soul has all the answers you need. your soul feels like it has seen and felt a lot of things, definitely an old soul. next, the ‘courageous pony’ is asking you to be more outspoken, don’t try to bury all your thoughts deep within. maybe you have become habituated with burying things deep down but it is time to break free from that habit. talk with your friends, or your family and let it all out. and finally, affirming what i said earlier — ‘deep cellular healing’ is about healing your wounds, healing your inner child, doing shadow work to clear your conscience, so you can focus on new things than being stuck in the past.”

jimin’s eyes turned glassy as your words deeply comforted him, he had absolutely no idea what the messages even pertained to but just being talked to in a manner — in the manner that the person on the other side understands him or, at the very least, has a vague idea of the predicament he is in — he feels comforted. a feeling that had been missing from his life for a long time.

you kept smiling nervously, waiting for jimin to say something — anything but when his lips finally parted to let a sound out, his phone started ringing — breaking the veil of uncomfortable silence.

jimin’s eyes quickly fleeted to the blaring phone kept on the table-top, his glassy eyes drying up in a beat as he silenced the incoming call from the insufferable jeon jeongguk, “sorry about that. thank you so much for the reading. i-um, i am sorry but i am at a loss of words and i feel like i am doing you a disservice with this stupid feedback to such an enlightening reading, but my mind is just all over the place.”

you frowned a little, “hey, look at me. it’s alright, you know? it’s alright to feel that way.”

he nodded, grabbing his phone as he scurried to his feet, “i will be taking your leave. thank you again for the reading! i know it doesn’t seem like so, but it has helped me greatly.”

before you could bid goodbye, jimin walked out in a hurry. his face had the same grimace over his ethereal features like you had when you felt the heartache. as he left, you felt a sense of emptiness surround you. your ears weren’t ringing anymore nor was there any dull heartache lurking around. breaking out of your trance, you left the booth too to catch one last glimpse of the perfect stranger, but he had left already. you looked around the cafe; buzzing with people, couples, teenagers but your perfect stranger was nowhere to be seen. sighing, you went to collect the bill, but the waitress let you know that mr park had paid for it already.

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jimin crossed the road, speed-walking back to his dorm at the kyunghee campus. he was feeling the same overwhelming feeling that he did when his father passed away two years ago in a car accident. a dread took over him, he felt like he was about to throw up and none of that made any sense. meeting you — it was such an amazing experience, but his mind was flooded with colourless memories of a distant past where he lost someone close to his heart, someone who’s hands resembled yours, the same hands that slipped away from his. the memories weren’t his, they cannot possibly be his because he has never gone through something like that. the colourless memories blended with the recent memories of losing his father, causing his face to lose all colour altogether as he stumbled at his room finally.

placing his hand on the doorknob with the plea to twist it open, he lost his balance and passed out at the threshold with a muffled thud.

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luckily, taehyung was still in the dorm and upon hearing the crashing sound and discovering his best friend in such a state, he rushed jimin inside.

once he successfully got his friend on the bed, taehyung tried to shake jimin awake but to no avail. he quickly grabbed a bottle of water and sprinkled some over jimin’s face which seemed to do the trick as jimin’s eye crinkled open.

upon regaining consciousness, jimin sat up at once, grabbing taehyung’s shirt as tightly as possible, “it was so dark, fuck it was so dark.”

“jiminie it’s me. you’re okay. nothing happened. here, drink some water,” taehyung sat at the foot of the bed after handing the bottle of water to his friend.

jimin took a few sips before balling up on the bed, resting his head on the pillow. he could hear taehyung asking what happened and about his whereabouts but slowly the voice seemed to grow distant like it was coming from another room, another building, another reality — as a strange tiredness took over him, his eyes drooping close, ensuing a dream.

taehyung stopped enquiring further when he was met with silence. at first it alarmed him ‘cause he thought jimin blacked out again but when the non-rhythmic snores of his friend reached his ears, he visibly calmed down, letting a sigh he did not know he was holding on to.

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jimin woke up in the middle of the night.

everything outside had quieted down, the blinds were drawn closely, not allowing any moonlight in. he sat up and noticed that taehyung was also sleeping on the same bed, poor thing must have been worried sick.

jimin looked around for his phone to check the time — it was 03:47am and the only sound he could hear was taehyung’s soft rhythmic breathing. jimin felt so fresh, so energetic like a wave of stamina had washed over him but all he wanted to do was talk, he badly needed to talk. waking taehyung up seemed like a bad choice because he must have fallen asleep worried whereas namjoon sleeps early. he tried calling jeongguk but his cell was unreachable for some reason. he got off the bed carefully before walking to the windows. moving aside the blinds a bit, his eyes were able to trace out the beautiful moon in the sky.

first he felt overwhelmed and now he felt frustrated because finally he was ready — or at least he thinks he was — to talk, talk about his father passing away and how much it affected him so much to the point that he just sat at home for two years — burdened with new responsibilities to support his mother and brother. he forced himself to swallow all the tears and held his composure day in and out for the sake of his mother. he was supposed to go study film and multimedia at sungkyunkwan university that fall but he dropped out and took up odd jobs till his mother recovered and resumed the flower shop business that his mother along with his now gone father had dearly curated. two years passed by in the blink of an eye as jimin was in a constant state before his mom finally pushed him to pursue higher education and join his friends. jimin was against the idea because he wanted to be there for his mom, his mom and brother were all he had left now, and life had certainly proved to be so unpredictable.

taehyung took it upon himself to furnish all the formalities when jimin’s mom contacted her son’s best friend. he submitted the forms, took care of the dorm room arrangements, inter alia before jimin finally joined him after leaving busan following the two years living in a fog-like state.

jimin opened instagram and navigated to your profile before clicking on the ‘message’ option after debating on it for a few minutes. his eyes were stuck to your profile picture, your smile was absolutely infectious, and he swears you look the best in the blue dress that he gifted you — he zoned out again before finally typing out everything that was on his mind. he mentioned how he thinks that he has gone through the tower moment of his life — his father’s untimely demise — and is ready for a new beginning. that he felt anew after receiving the beautiful reading from such a beautiful person inside and out. yes, yes, he is sort of flirting, but you are the perfect stranger. you have over a 10k followers, and it is so unlikely that you would even check his direct message — it would be pushed down under the sea of messages you must be receiving on a daily basis. furthermore, neither his username nor his profile name has his real name on there, additionally his profile picture is an anime one so you would not even know it is him.

debating over it for a few seconds before clicking on the arrow at the left of the text box, jimin locked his phone and went back to sleep feeling better.

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“so, what happened yesterday?” jeongguk asked after the morning class ended and the duo headed to the canteen.

“nothing!” jimin was beaming. he felt so free, so light — from what — he does not know but he ain’t complaining about it either.

“uh-huh, taehyung was saying that you blacked out last night. also, you hadn’t taken my call last day.”

“because your dumbass called while i was still talking y/n.”

“y/n?”

“the creator behind Rei of Light.”

jeongguk’s jaw fell open, “you dawg! so you did go to the reading but did not think of letting me know!?!?!?!”

jimin chuckled and stood in the queue to order a cup of coffee. jeongguk took place behind him and nudged him forward, pleading that the older male tell him every last bit of the details. losing his balance, jimin stumbled forward — grazing the person in front of him.

“shit. i am sorry!” jimin blurted out.

the person turned back, ready to forgive the polite intruder when their eyes met — for the second time. your smile faltered at recognising the man — the man who had lent his hand to you last night in your dreams — finally you have a face to the person, and it is this man who is standing in front of you, jimin.

“hi, jimin,” you let out a breathy greeting.

“hi, y/n,” jimin replied with the same fervour.

jeongguk watched you two just staring at each other so he cleared his throat, “ahem. i will see you in class.”

“in class?”

“yes, in class in an hour?”

“in an hour?”

“yes,” jeongguk walked away shortly to give you two some privacy.

grabbing a pair of iced cafe lattes, you two walked to one of the empty tables. however, neither of you said a word before you remembered his texts last night.

“i read your texts from last night.”

“my tex— wait, you saw them?? and you knew it was from me?”

“yeah, i cannot explain how but i just knew that it was you, i wanted to reply to you but i was running late for class so kept it on hold to reply properly.”

“uh, you don’t really have to reply. i just needed to vent, i guess.”

you nodded, “although i will admit that i was surprised it is an anime fan account. thought it would be an IU fan account.”

“IU fan account?”

“yeah, your youtube handle is IU is my queen, right?”

jimin laughed, “oh, that was my friend, jeongguk’s profile. he had won the giveaway actually, but he claimed it was for me and forced me to go.”

“oh? what a weird series of coincidences.”

“anyways, i am sorry again for unloading on you like that. i really needed to talk but had no one at the moment.”

“not at all, i would like to think that you had me,” you smiled.

jimin nodded, smiling fondly, “so, you study here?”

“yes, i am from the history faculty.”

“it’s the other campus, right?”

“yeah. okay, funny story; i was supposed to meet my friend who studies film making in your building but after i reached here, she cancelled last moment. i thought oh well, might as well get a drink for my way back.”

“truly a weird series of coincidences.”

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“hi, i am sorry but i will be stealing this dumbass,” jeongguk appeared like the devil, “kwon’s class started five minutes ago, let’s go.”

“koo, that’s rude. you go ahead, i don’t think i will attend today.”

“no, please go to your class. i don’t want you to stay back because of me.”

“yes, thank you for speaking some sense,” jeongguk feigned a sarcastic smile at you before turning to his friend, “today is the class test, park. no resits.”

“fuck, it’s today?” jimin got to his feet at once, “shit, i am sorry but i have to leave, kwon hates us both.”

you chuckled at the friend duo, “we will talk later.”

jimin grabbed his bag and started walking away but turned back, “can i have your number?”

“yeah, of course. it’s-” you waited as jimin fumbled to take out his phone.

“just take his number, i don’t want to fail ‘cause of him,” jeongguk sighed before reciting the ten-digit cell number of his friend.

“wait, i have to pay for the coffee.”

“actually, no you had paid that day although it was supposed to be a free reading, so it was on me,” you recounted how unfair it was for him to pay.

“there, problem solved, love birds,” jeongguk grabbed jimin’s shirt and dragged the man away.

you heard a distant but enthusiastic bye and could not help but laugh out loud.

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jimin grabbed the blank sheet professor kwon handed out distastefully and took his seat. he took out his phone to put it on silent when a new message appeared on his notifications which immediately put a smile on his face.

+829876543210: all the best. hwaiting! ^~^

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five months later:

“you know, it doesn’t make sense.”

“mm?” jimin turned to you, his index finger tracing out figures to the side of your arm as you are sat on his lap in the dorm.

“out of all the tarot readings that i have received, i was told that my soulmate would be super tall and super handsome. the Universe has scammed me.”

jimin’s eyes narrowed, “oh yeah?” his hands grabbed your sides as he started tickling you. laughing, you toppled on the bed, trying to pry his hands away.

unbeknownst to the pair of you, taehyung had just walked in as jimin got on top of you, still tickling you.

“no no no no, not this again. do you guys have any shame? you asshole, you share this room with me!” taehyung yelled at jimin.

you pushed jimin to the side and sat up, “tae, we are sorry.”

“we are?” jimin sat up too.

“you will be when this goes live on my IG,” jeongguk appeared from behind taehyung, the phone in his hand videotaping the whole ordeal.

jimin laughed as you ran behind jeongguk to grab his phone.

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years ago

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1. I'm in a mood for polyamory fics that are wangxian/other(s). No JC or LXC in it tho, please

❤️Time Charm series by Jenrose (M, 141k, wangxian, wangxian(/WQ in later fics), time travel, fix-it, Mojo’s post) has wangxian+wen qing! First as nonsexual romantic partners, then with a sexual relationship in later parts/ re Time Charm, Wen Qing's involvement is explicitly queerplatonic. there's certainly the sexual component, but that's *rare*, iirc only when either she's pregnant or they're trying to get her there. Wangxian are a thoroughly romantic and sexual relationship, of course, but as a trio with WQ, Jenrose has taken heat for it being a queerplatonic relationship.

Better Things to Do with a Flute in Wartime by Anonymous (E, 364k, MingXianJi, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Duel cultivation, Explicit sex)

An Elegant Solution by giraffete (E, 205k, MingXianJi, Canon Divergence, Arranged marriage, Fix-It, Porn with plot)

Gee, Wen Ning! How Come Your Sister Lets You Have TWO Boyfriends by thesweetpianowritingdownmylife (E, 129k, WangXianNing, Canon Divergence, Not a Fix-It, Burial mound settlement days, Trans male character, Angst, Fluff, Explicit sex)

Time by WithBroomBefore (M, 12k, LWJ/WWX/LQY(MM), canonical character death, time travel fix-it, polyamory, WWX lives, JYL lives, grief/mourning, eventual happy ending, trans LWJ, bi wangxian, memory loss, WIP)

Serrated by InkSplatterM and MrMissMrsRandom (E, 194k, WangXianYu, Canon Divergence, MXY Lives, Dom MXY, Sub LWJ, Slow burn) WangXianYu; the Sacrifice ritual results in MXY and WWX sharing a body

Tassels and Bells by InkSplatterM and MrMissMrsRandom (E, 7k, WIP, WangXianYu, Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Serrated post canon, Incense burner) Sequel to Serrated

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2. hi!! do you have any fics where lwj is an athlete?? doesn’t matter what sport lol. thanks!! <333

clouds in the whites of our eyes by butchgoth (GremlinGirl) (M, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sports AU, Soccer players AU, Angst and fluff, Hurt/comfort, Head injury, Memory loss, Amnesia, chronic health issues, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Misunderstandings, Single Dad WWX, Partially Comic In Tone, Surgery Mention)

ALLEZ! Climb on! by yesterdaychild (T, 16k, WangXian, Sports, Climbing, Olympic climbing, Sports injury, slow burn, Social media)

Never Have To Ask by literaryoblivion (T, 14k, WangXian, Hockey AU, Modern AU, Kid Fic, Fluff and Angst, Single Parent WWX, NHL Player LWJ, Past Minor Character Death, Pining, Friends to Lovers, Reunions)

Baby, You're the End of June by panicking (T, 24k, WangXian, Recreational Soccer, Modern AU, Single parent WWX, Fluff, Slow Burn, Mutual pining)

(You can also check out the Sports AU Bookmark collection by @scifikimmi)

take me home (where i belong) by scarletwanlian (E, 153k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, slice of life, PTSD, trauma, dissociation, music, strangers to friends to lovers, depression, running, hurt/comfort, injury recovery, mental health issues, intimacy, first time, found family, car accidents, sad w/ happy ending) lwj was an athlete and suffered a grave injury, the fic is about his emotional and physical healing proccess

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3. hello!! do you know of any fics where lwj is a firefighter? super niche category lmao but it’s my current obsession <3 thanks!

🧡 Like a House on Fire by KouriArashi (T, 82k, WangXian, Modern au, Paramedics, Firefighters, Light angst, Mutual pining, Kid fic, Past drug use, Past child abuse, Families of choice, Domestic fluff)

Some Sort of Risk by Silvarbelle (M, 37k, wangxian, Mojo’s bookmark)

Flames of Desire by Blueflower740 (T, 4k, wangxian, modern, office au, firefighter LWJ, protective LWJ, jaded WWX, touch-starved, getting together, pining, caretaking, slow romance, near death experiences, rescue, injury recovery)

Backflow by @mondengel (Not rated, 2k, WangXian, Angst, Time travel, Transmigration) My fic technically fits: Backflow, It's not a central part of the fic, but OP said it's niche so they might like it

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4. Hello Mod !!! Do you know any fanfic where either LWJ or WWX acting like a matchmaker for the other while either LWJ is oblivious and WWX pining or the other way around?

Letterless by diamondbruise (E,16k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fox WWX, Dragon LWJ, Pining, Marriage Proposals, Crack treated seriously, Explicit Sex)

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5. Hello, hope you have a nice day!!! Um, I'm in the mood for a fic where WangXian keeps getting separated and reincarnated over and over again until they finally get together. Thank you!✨

In the Arms of an Angel by Wrenwolf (M, 101k, WIP, WangXian ,Time Travel, Reincarnation, Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Modern AU, Exotic Dancer WWX & NHS, Nonbinary NHS, Time Traveller LWJ, Angst, Humour, Soulmates through many lives, Only Lan Zhan remembers, Past Life Regression, Explicit Sex Eventually)

Lethe by natcat5 (M, 83k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, high school au, madoka magica au, pre & post relationship, time travel, time loop, self-worth issues, mental instability, body horror, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, existential angst, bittersweet ending) not exactly reincarnation, but definitely has LWJ and WWX being pulled apart over and over again until they finally make it together in the end

Zero by @theladyofravenclaw (G, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates AU, Musicians, Friends to Lovers, Reincarnation) For #5 can I self rec "Zero"? Its a reincarnation au where LWJ and WWX dream of their past lives after meeting for the first time at music camp. It does include being seperated from each other and reunited after a period of time

you and me, bound for eternity (the first) by Supernova_Sage (M, 8k, wangxian, post-canon, modern, reincarnation, meet-cute, soulmates, sweet, first meetings, falling in love, getting together) a series of meet-cutes, aka each time lwj and wwx meet each for the first time in each new life HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!!

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6. Hello Mods!! Thank you for all you do!!!!! For the next in the mood for, can you do fic where wwx jumps in front of jin zixuan at qiongqi path? Or just in general saves him from dying and diverts the plot to a happier ending?

Wish me luck by starlight1395 (Not Rated, 164k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/comfort) the whole thing is an au though.. So keep that in mind, but the protecting jzx scene is in there

To Ride A Stygian Tiger by Madyamisam for Duochanfan (M, 69k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Angst with a happy ending, BAMF WWX, Dark LWJ, Slow burn, Family Feels, Misunderstandings)

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7. Hi! Are there any fics out there that cover wwx and zewu-jun being at odds because they both think the other has hurt lwj?

Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, wangxian, post-canon, case fic, supernatural, slow burn, smut, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, hurt/comfort, BAMF LXC, bottom LWJ, top LWJ) has an absolutely top tier scene where Lan Xichen (reasonably) thinks that WWX has murdered his brother and goes absolutely ham

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8. Hiii! I hope you're having a great day! For the next I'm in the mood for, can you please rec some clingy lan zhan fics🥰 thank youuu! Love lots!

Late Night Indulgence by Multi_shipping_af (Not rated, 2k, wangxian, established relationship, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, sleepy kisses, hair brushing)

how a smiling homeless child melted jade hearts and got a home by anxiouswreck0_0 (T, 41k, wangxian, canon divergence, lan WWX, childhood friends to fiances, fluff & angst, fix-it of sorts, character death, possessive LWJ, dark LXC)

The vagabond husband returns by moonwaif (T, 1k, wangxian, domestic fluff, chubby WWX, clingy LWJ)

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9. Hello, was wondering if there's any fics that crossover with Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles? Thanks for your hard work

Fly me to the Moon by humble_prompt_machine (M, 1k, wangxian, fantasy au. clamp au, inspired by a very niche arc, major character death)

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10. Hi! Thank you so much for all your hard work! Please, for the next in the Mood for section, Can you recommend any stories where WWX or LWJ either as a pair or individually, Nopes out of the cultivation world whether out of disgust at the hypocrisy or simply because the Wens need to be relocated?

Chimera by nirejseki (T, 17k, mental instability, Judge Dee Mysteries crossover, YLLZ WWX, body horror, implied wangxian, canon typical violence, birds)

💖wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian, canon divergence, getting together, families of choice, canonical accidental baby acquisation, noping out of the society with ur BF & 50 refugees, everyone lives au, angst w/ happy ending, fix-it of sorts)

Mourning Dove by jaemyun (Not Rated, 29k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Eventual WangXian, WWX is dead at first, dark LWJ, rogue cultivator LWJ)

And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Amnesia, Screw the Cultivation world tbh, The Lan precepts deserves better, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Social justice boyfriends wangxian, Happy Ending)

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11. HELLO dearest Mods! I hope u have a good day and also thank u for your hard work running this blog. So if u don't mind I would like to request a recommendation for the next "I'm in the mood for..". Do u know any fics where YL!WWX like transferred to Post-Canon era. With a little sprinkle of angst (and chaos), and our dear sad boi LWJ. If u actually have any favorite please let me know also, I'll greatly appreciate it. Thank u so much!( ˘ ³˘) @lil-dusty-rose

How to Deal with the Conundrum of Your Past Self: A Case Study by anatheme (E, 16k, wangxian, ABO, post-canon, established relationship, YLLZ WWX, a!YLLZ/a!LWJ/o!WWX, pining, sexual tension, bottom LWJ, switch wangxian, knotting, happy ending)

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12. Any fic recommendations like "and from our own/live to ourselves" by betweentheheavesofstorm? I'd really like fics that has the mdzs cast but explores original concepts(?), basically AUs that aren't set canon?? (I don't know if I'm explaining this right, sorry.)

blow me to bermuda by victortor (T, 5k, WangXian, Time shenanigans, Immortality, Alternate Universe) LWJ and WWX are archetypal entities born at the beginning and end of time, whose memories run in opposite directions; a poetic and metaphysical piece that evokes River Song and T.H. White’s Merlin

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13. Hi! For the next 'I'm in a mood for' currently looking for a Zombie Apocalypse au or fierce corpes wei wuxian, as I have come to notice that unfortunately not all of the fics with the same premise include these tags, making it harder to find stories.

💖A Corpse Called By Name by jaemyun (Not rated, 64k, wangxian, zombie apocalypse au, angst, horror, zombie WWX, YLLZ WWX, yunmeng trio, eventual happy ending, humor)

The Edge of Night by Hobbsy3 (M, 203k, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, modern, zombie apocalypse au, yunmeng sibling dynamics, accidental baby acquisation, junior quartet as babies, angst w/ happy ending, blood & gore, minor character death, hurt/comfort, found family, WIP)

There Are More Than One Reason Undead Raise series by Storyboradinventor (M, 28k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Undead YL WWX, Bittersweet ending) WWX emerges from the Burial Mounds as a sapient fierce corpse

Ace of Spade by pearliegloom (T, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, Zombie apocalypse, Dark comedy)

Liberation by bonyenne (T, 9k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Body Horror, Fierce Corpse WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mojo's Post) WWX dies during the core transfer and has to fight in the Sunshot Campaign as a sapient fierce corpse; a Reverse Big Bang 2022 entry

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14. Hello! I hope its no trouble but for the next I'm in the mood for post can i have golden core reveal fics 🥺 but especially where wwx is threatened to seal his spiritual energy bcs the enemy thinks its the reason he's so powerful together with the resentful energy and then realize to that sealing his spiritual energy has no effect whatsoever wwx is still OP. Thank you :))

Too gone to stay by Aenya (T, 31k, wangxian, WWX centric, canonical character death, canon divergence, character death reversal, pre-relationship, angst w/ happy ending) involves repeated sealing of wwx's core by jgy to prevent him from using demonic cultivation

every breath that comes before by tardigradeschool (T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Poison, Golden Core Reveal, Angst with a Happy Ending)

seeds by antebunny (G, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Identity theft, Angst, Hurt/comfort, BAMF WWX)

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15. For a future "I'm in the mood for..." would it be possible to see if anyone knows of any fics with either of the following? A) both JWY and LQR being supportive of a WWX/LWJ relationship (modern or canon, not picky!) There's a lot of fics with one of them, but something with both would be great. B) Any modern AU with JWY standing up to his parents on WWX's behalf? Preferably not a complete angstfest but I'll take what I can get! 😅Thank you very much in advance for your help! @katonahottinroof

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The Trouble with Espionage: A Treatise on the Role of Wit in Matchmaking by Grandmaster Lan Qiren by stiltonbasket (G, 5k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Humor, Accidental baby acquisition, Matchmaking, Good uncle LQR)

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