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gimmethatagustd · 6 months

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blood on the sheets | kth

Despite what some people may think, your roommate isn't a monster. You know Taehyung; he'd never hurt anyone.

↳ pairing: vampire!taehyung x human!(f)reader

↳ wc/date: 4.7k | October 2023

↳ warnings: blood, biting, blood drinking, yandere, (technically temporary) character death, homicidal tendencies, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus (face sitting), period sex, unprotected vaginal sex, blood as lube, emotional manipulation, possessiveness, yandere, dubcon blood drinking, dubcon sex, vampire venom is intoxicating, mc and tae complain about men who are rude toward menstruating people and ik that some men do menstruate so pls know that they are referring to cis men in this context

↳ notes: this is for @taehyungcentral for halloween 🦇 i hope it's everything you wanted bby. you nasty whore

↳ more notes: this is very unedited i'm sorry jhskds i also REALLY wanted to keep it at a normal drabble length and i obviously failed. so i'll try to do better with the rest of the halloween drabbles lmfao rip

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↳ what was jai listening to? this vampire kpop playlist hali showed me

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“Doesn’t he, y’know, creep you out?”

Robin takes a sip of her cocktail with lips so accustomed to being pursued in snootiness that little wrinkles have formed around the edges of her mouth despite her young age. It’s a shame, but the look is fitting. Sometimes, a person’s ugliness on the inside does reflect on the outside.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask with thinly-veiled irritation.

You haven’t known Robin for a long time, though you suppose it wouldn’t have mattered if you knew her for a day or an entire year. She’s the type of person you could spend hours talking to and walk away knowing nothing about her. You’re simply coworkers, and that’s enough for you.

Robin shrugs and tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder when she turns to blatantly stare across the room. The bar isn’t big, just large enough for a few tables and booths lining the walls and a small dancefloor in the middle of the room. It’s intimate, so your coworkers picked it for the office’s monthly night out. Alcohol, catchy pop music, and hipster bars are perfect ingredients for morale-boosting activities, but Robin doesn’t know how to not be nasty.

You follow her gaze, and a small smile lifts the corners of your mouth despite her rude question when you see who she’s looking at.

The cup in Taehyung’s hand is colored glass. In the dim lights, the cup appears to be a dark forest green that pairs prettily with his fire-engine red hair and the contacts that turn his dark eyes a mossy color. You helped him pick out the contacts while the two of you got ready for the work outing. The green are just as alluring as the other colored contacts he owns, but they’re less intimidating than his favorite gray ones.

The colored cups are the bar’s effort to hide the deep crimson liquid inside. Supposedly, it’s for the comfort of all their patrons, but everyone knows what passes through Taehyung’s plush lips when he brings the cup to his mouth.

You watch his throat bob as he swallows. The v-cut of his shirt exposes his elegant neck and collarbones, not that you’re looking or anything.

“He eats people, for Christ’s sake. How could you live with something like that?”

Your vodka-cranberry drink is down to the ice, and your patience for Robin has melted with it.

“Fuck you,” you snap. “Taehyung doesn’t eat people. And he’s not a thing; he’s a person.”

It’s so unlike you to be this aggressive, but something mean twists inside your stomach whenever you’re forced to interact with people like Robin, who use their prejudice to infect everyone around them. Vampires have been integrated into human society for decades with very few incidents, yet there are still humans like Robin who hold onto the horror stories of the past.

Besides, Robin doesn’t even know Taehyung. You’ve brought him around your coworkers before as a plus-one to work events, but Robin doesn’t actually know him. She doesn’t know how kind he is, how he looks after you when even your friends rarely do, how he goes out of his way to prove that just because he’s a vampire doesn’t mean he’s a monster.

The pounding of your heart is enough evidence that you aren’t used to this hostile behavior. You nearly knock over your chair when you stand, and your hands are too shaky to pick up your drink from where it sits on the table before you.

Robin glares at you with eyes that pierce through your tough facade. Her cherry-red lips part to expose teeth more dangerous-looking than a vampire’s fangs, but whatever she has to say dies on her tongue.

“Hey, love.” Taehyung’s fingers skirt your lower back, and the cold of his fingertips bleeds through your thin shirt. “You okay?”

“Yup!” You give Taehyung a slight smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I was just telling Robin that I’m going home. Is that alright?”

Taehyung hums in understanding, his fingers now pressing against your hip bone. The pressure is light, but it’s enough to force your body to turn slightly to face him rather than the table where Robin still sits.

You naturally gravitate toward him regardless. When you first became friends and shortly before you decided to live together, you’d playfully accused Taehyung of using his vampiric charms on you.

“I don’t need magic to make you fall in love with me, baby,” Taehyung had replied with a lopsided grin, no fangs in sight.

Admittedly, you spent far too many of the following nights replaying that comment in your head.

“Of course,” Taehyung slips his index finger through one of your belt loops and tugs on it absentmindedly, “I’ll leave with you; I’ve lost interest in listening to Seokjin’s passionate rambling. There’s only so much video game lore I can handle.”

Robin mutters something snarky under her breath that you can’t hear, but your heart hurts because you know Taehyung can. You’re sure it’s his superhuman hearing that set him off to rescue you from Robin’s bitchy attitude, considering how your heart is beating at a worrying pace. This situation is yet another example of how kind Taehyung is.

Robin doesn’t know shit.

Going home is a good call for more than just escaping Robin’s bitchy behavior. From the time it takes Taehyung to drive home, your lower stomach begins to hurt with such extreme stabbing pain that you can barely walk upright once you arrive. Taehyung has to wrap his arm around your shoulders and slowly guide you up the elevators and down the hall to your apartment's front door. Once he enters the passcode, he helps you inside and leads you into the kitchen.

“You weren’t supposed to start for another week,” Taehyung comments off-handedly as he fetches you a glass of water. He speaks with the casualness of discussing the weather or your weekend plans.

It makes your cheeks warm, and you stare at the water in your glass once he hands it to you. “How do you know that?”

“I pay attention to you, love,” Taehyung murmurs. You should think it’s weird when he inhales deeply through his nose, but you only feel warm as goosebumps scatter across your skin. “I can also… smell it.”

With a gentle grip on your waist, Taehyung draws you closer to where he leans against the kitchen counter. Once you’re standing directly before him, he slips his hand beneath your shirt to press his cold palm against your lower stomach. The gut-wrenching pain is still there, but in the mix of the pain, butterflies are swirling about, and the cool of his skin feels good against your too-hot body.

Some of your friends have commented on how you act with Taehyung - or, more so, how Taehyung acts with you. He's touchy, and personal boundaries mean very little. For some, it would be off-putting how Taehyung initiates touch without asking, but you find it comforting. You don't mind; if anything, you're endeared by it. It means he's comfortable with you and knows you trust him.

Trust, you're quickly learning, is important for vampires in a world that distrusts them.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure that’s really gross.”

“Gross?” Taehyung rubs his thumb along the sensitive skin of your stomach and watches you intently with his mossy green eyes. It should be unnerving, but you’re too captivated by Taehyung to think anything of it.

“All my ex-boyfriends never even wanted to talk about periods, let alone…” You’re too shy to finish your sentence; repeating what Taehyung said seems too embarrassing. It’s embarrassing enough that you’re comparing your roommate to your ex-boyfriends.

You let out a quiet sigh when Taehyung removes his hand from beneath your shirt. He takes your empty glass from your hands and places it on the kitchen counter. Letting Taehyung take care of you feels nice, especially when your period cramps make breathing difficult.

“Humans are strange,” Taehyung murmurs as he gently turns you around by your shoulders to guide you to your bedroom. “There is nothing dirty or disgusting about blood. It is natural. A life source, in more ways than one.”

After changing into a new pair of underwear and comfy pajamas, you slip into your bed and patiently wait for Taehyung to finish getting ready for bed.

It isn’t unusual for you to spend time together at night, especially since you don’t have much time that overlaps due to Taehyung being nocturnal. He doesn’t sleep all day, but getting all covered up is a hassle just to brave the sunlight, so Taehyung prefers to spend his days inside.

You get cuddled in your blankets with a heating pad pressed to your lower stomach. At the same time, Taehyung sets up his laptop on your bed before you, pulling up your favorite reality TV show because he knows you’re too sensitive to handle anything emotional.

Taehyung is dressed in a loose white t-shirt and form-fitting grey sweatpants. It’s a deadly combination, and you hate that he can hear your heart flutter when he climbs into bed with you. You’re close enough that your shoulders press together, and Taehyung’s cool temperature seeps into your body, contrasting nicely with the heating pad resting on your stomach.

Sometimes, you wonder if Taehyung has figured out that he’s the reason you're a jittery mess. You wonder if he knows that your heart races around him, not because you’re afraid of him but because you’ve considered what it would feel like to let him sink his fangs into your flesh.

He probably has no idea, you think as you appraise him out of the corner of your eye. He's charming and naturally flirty. He probably thinks you're just matching his energy.

You're terrible at flirting anyway.

Clearing your throat, you adjust the blankets and try to focus on the TV show. However, it’s difficult to concentrate with Taehyung snuggled against your side. He’s being more affectionate than usual, likely because you get more sensitive when you’re on your period. You can’t complain. It feels nice to have his strong arm curled around your waist and his large hand resting against your hip.

“Comfortable?” Taehyung turns his head to the side to speak against the curve of your ear. His cool breath against your skin makes you shiver.

“Mhm,” you hum. “Are you?”

“I’m with you, aren’t I?”

“Shut up,” you hiss and give Taehyung a sharp slap to the leg that you know won’t hurt him.

You slide further into the blankets to rest your head on Taehyung’s shoulder. There’s no reason for you to be whispering, but you do. Perhaps it’s the atmosphere, your bedroom dark except for a single bedside lamp casting a shallow yellow glow, and Taehyung’s laptop lighting up your bed sheets a pale blue.

After a few minutes of silence between the two of you passes while the show plays through, Taehyung begins thrumming his fingers against your hip.

“Were your exes truly mean to you about something so natural?”

“What?” You twist your torso slightly to look up at him. “Like, not wanting to talk about periods and stuff?”

Taehyung nods. He’s no longer wearing his contacts, so you can see the lamp’s yellow light reflect in his deep red eyes, making them burn orange. Having known Taehyung for a year now, you’ve learned that the color of his eyes changes pretty regularly. You aren’t sure what the colors mean, though you’re pretty sure they have more to do with his mood than his hunger levels – contrary to what vampire films and novels might lead you to believe.

“Well, yeah. Guys think periods are gross. A lot of people do, honestly. Because of blood, and also, y’know, misogyny and all that shit.” You shrug, having come to terms with these facts long ago. “Like, one time I told my ex about this article I read that said orgasms can temporarily relieve cramps, and he went on this whole rant about how period sex is disgusting. It made me feel like I was disgusting, honestly. But whatever.”

Throughout your explanation, Taehyung’s face slowly contorts until he looks legitimately upset. It startles you because why should he care about any of this?

Sweet Taehyung is too empathetic for his own good, you think.

“Human men are pathetic,” Taehyung finally says with a snort. “Period sex sounds fun.”

You struggle to swallow with how dry your mouth and throat have become. Why did you bring up sex while you sit halfway leaned against Taehyung’s chest in your bed, with the lights off, quite literally Netflix and chilling on a Friday night?

“W-well,” you start to stutter but quickly try to pull yourself together, “I wouldn’t know.”

Taehyung hums and then falls silent again, so you assume the topic is dropped. That is until a few more minutes pass with Taehyung’s fingers playing with the hem of your t-shirt, and he eventually leans toward your ear again.

“Would you like to find out?”

This time, you turn around to face Taehyung. He keeps his head bent, which positions his face to be level with yours. You can smell the woody notes of his cologne that make you salivate.

“What?” you squeak, but you hear him more clearly than you hear your own thoughts.

“You still have cramps, don’t you?” You nod. “I could help you, love. You need not suffer.”

Blood rushes to your ears, causing your heartbeat to throb inside your brain. The pounding has a ripple effect, creating beating waves that roll throughout your entire body. It's as though you've become a giant heart trembling and pulsing from the prospect of having sex with the man you've desired in secret for far too long.

Likely noticing your body falling into distress, Taehyung cups the side of your face with his free hand. Using his hold on you, he tilts your head slightly. His eyes bore into yours with such intensity that you don’t think it’s physically possible for you to look away.

“Are you afraid of me?”

"No," you respond without hesitation. You aren't.

Your response pleases Taehyung, and you're reminded of the importance of trust. When he smiles, you think his canines look slightly pointier than usual.

"You know," Taehyung begins slowly, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your slightly parted lips. "Humans drown themselves in shame. I have never understood it. What is so reprehensible about pleasure, hm? Is it so wrong to seek it?"

"I don't know," you admit through a breathy exhale when Taehyung brushes the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

"Your ex made you feel ashamed, didn't he?"

You nod, rendered speechless from how Taehyung trails his fingers along your jaw and neck. Gently, he presses his index and middle fingers against the soft spot of your throat where your heart panics beneath your skin.

Taehyung wets his lips.

"I could make you feel good."

All it takes is a light tap of his fingers against your hip, and you're leaning into Taehyung's chest. His large hand slides from the side of your neck to the back of your head, pulling you into a bruising kiss. It's deep and demanding, sending your head spinning as you struggle to keep up with Taehyung's soft lips.

You moan when the tip of his tongue flicks against your mouth, coaxing you open for him to taste. You fall apart for him willingly, ready to bear your soul if he so much as whispers the request against your lips.

Taehyung could kiss you forever; he doesn't need to breathe. You have to force yourself to pull back to gasp for air when you begin to feel lightheaded, and you struggle to register that you've somehow ended up in Taehyung's lap. You straddle his firm thighs with your knees on either side of his hips and your fingers digging into his broad shoulders. It's embarrassing, the feeling of suddenly having no control over yourself, but Taehyung squeezes your hips when you try to get up.

"Will you let me?" His eyes are a deep red, nearly black, as he searches your face for your answer when you don't immediately respond.

Your entire body throbs with anticipation. Sleeping with Taehyung is everything you've forced yourself not to imagine - out of shame because what is more shameful than thirsting over your roommate who has no interest in you?

Except he does. You can feel his hard cock underneath you, and when you subtly scoot your ass against it, his fingers dig deeper into your hips.

"Please," you whisper. The word barely leaves your lips when you're suddenly tossed onto your back.

Taehyung's nimble fingers slip beneath your t-shirt and push it up, murmuring, "Lift your arms, love," and discarding it onto the floor in one sweep. Leaning forward, Taehyung kisses each of your now-exposed nipples, flicking his cool tongue over them until they're hard and wet.

You moan and instinctually arch your back, pushing your chest against his open mouth.

"Can't wait to taste you," Taehyung groans into your skin as he slips his hands into the elastic waistband of your pajama shorts. The fabric easily slides down your legs. Taehyung flings them onto the floor, where they melt into a pool of blood-red silk. "You smell delicious. Always do."

Understanding Taehyung's praises is difficult when he lights up your nerves with every kiss and harsh suck of your skin into his mouth. You don't feel anything sharp for now, but you want to. Again, it's shame that squanders the urge to admit your desires to Taehyung. All you can do is tangle your fingers in his pretty red hair and stare into his eyes as he sucks wet kisses down your stomach.

Your thighs are already slightly wet with your arousal and, unfortunately, blood. It's hot and sticky. You try to close your legs, but Taehyung keeps them propped open. To your horror, you watch him drag his hands up your inner thighs, smearing the little traces of arousal and blood that have rubbed off onto your skin. It leaves light pink streaks on his palms.

With dark eyes, Taehyung holds your gaze as he brings one hand to his mouth and licks up the entire length of his palm.

"Fuck," he lets out a shuddery moan, eyes fluttering closed. "Goddamn, love."

It shouldn't be hot, the feral look in Taehyung's eyes when he opens them again. It shouldn't be hot, the way his fangs naturally drop. He snaps his mouth shut, and you watch his throat bob as he swallows a few times. His fangs are gone the next time he opens his mouth.

"Sit on my face."

You nearly choke. "Excuse me?"

Reaching behind his head, Taehyung pulls his t-shirt off with one hand. Smooth, unblemished skin glows honey gold in the dim lighting. Possessed, you can't stop yourself from reaching out to run your hands down his chest. His abs tense and contract when you caress them. By the time you reach the waistband of his sweatpants, you've lost the little bit of courage you had.

"I want you to sit on my face." Taehyung's voice is thick and gravelly. There's a dangerous edge to it that you can't quite name.

"O-okay," you whimper.

A thrill pulses through your body when you remember what Taehyung is.

He's a person, not a monster. But he's dangerous all the same.

Taehyung lies on his back and holds his arms out, coaxing you forward. His large hands squeeze your thighs, just below your ass, to haul you further up until you're hovering right over his face.

"Are you su-"

"It is impossible for you to understand how painful it has been to wait for this moment." Taehyung holds eye contact with you as he slides his hands up to squeeze your ass cheeks and pull your pussy down onto his mouth.

"Oh my god," you moan, scrambling to grab the bedframe to steady yourself.

Taehyung licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, lapping up the mouthwatering mixture of arousal and blood gushing from you with every pulse of your pussy. Using the tip of his tongue, he swirls your clit, flicking it repeatedly until he gets tired of that and sucks it into his mouth instead.

Your thighs quiver, and chants of Taehyung's name flow from your lips like honey as he tongues your entrance. His mouth is relentless, nipping, licking, and sucking your clit until you're trembling so severely that Taehyung has to prop his arms up to hold most of your weight. It only gets worse when he presses his tongue inside your pussy, fucking into you as he devours your sweet blood and juices with the moans of a starved man.

"T-Taehyung," you gasp, reaching down to dig your fingers into his hair. Your nails scrape against his scalp, and the rumble of his moans into your pussy is to die for. "I'm gonna come, oh my god, oh, pl-, ah, please d-don't-"

Your eyes, which had fallen shut as you focused on the feeling of Taehyung's mouth on your pussy, fly open when something sharp presses into the inside of your thigh. You look down to see Taehyung's fangs buried into your flesh, just at the crease of your inner thigh, where the skin is soft and supple. The pain quickly morphs into mind-numbing pleasure, so white hot that it feels like your brain is melting out of your ears when you finally come.

You slump forward with your face pressed against the wall and your hands weakly gripping the bed frame as your body convulses in Taehyung's hold.

"Tae, Tae, Taehyung, oh god." It hurts how deeply he bites into you, but the longer he clamps on, the more intoxicated you become by the venom all vampires carry in their bite.

It's distracting, the way you feel like you're floating. Your eyes flutter as you feel Taehyung pull you onto the bed on your back. He hovers over you, the bloodied face of a fallen angel closing in on you.

"I'm your first," Taehyung states the question, already knows the answer, but you nod your head to confirm. Taehyung is the first vampire to bite you. It's why the effects are so intense; your body has no built-up immunity.

He's smug as he leans forward to kiss you, shoving his tongue into your mouth to force you to taste yourself on him. It doesn't taste good, but you aren't thinking when you stick your tongue out to lick the blood and cum off his lips. You lick and suck his lips, cleaning them off just to let him dirty you up.

"Fuck, love, you're so fucking sexy," Taehyung growls once you release his bottom lip from between your teeth. "Mine. All mine. You're mine."

You give him a sleepy smile and loop your arms around his neck. "Yours."

Taehyung nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and runs his tongue along the crease, swiping back and forth between wet kisses.

"Gonna fuck you now, baby." He rakes his fangs down your neck, drawing blood in thin parallel lines. "Mark you, ruin you. Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?"

Blood trickles down both sides of your neck to pool in your collarbones. Eventually, the pools overflow, sending rivers of red cascading down your chest, past your hardened nipples, and the hickeys Taehyung sucked into the skin of your abdomen. Between your legs, a giant black bruise spreads in your inner thigh, and blood trickles from the multiple puncture wounds there.

“Please, fuck me, please,” you beg, eyes half-closed. Your head lolls to the side to watch Taehyung remove his sweatpants. Red splotches cover the grey fabric like a homemade tie-dye.

“Look at you,” Taehyung’s voice is saccharine. He kneels in front of you on the bed and squeezes the thigh he bit into. With a yelp, your entire body jerks from the pain, though the haze of Taehyung’s venom makes the discomfort temporary. “So pretty.”

Your blood drips from Taehyung’s fingers and follows the lines in his palms down to curve around his wrist. Something stirs inside your stomach as Taehyung smears your blood all over his cock, using it as a lubricant to jerk himself off. His skin turns slick and shiny red.

With his free hand, he cups the back of your knee to hike your leg up, adjusting you into the perfect position for him to swirl the head of his cock in the blood on your thigh. Gathering more on the tip, Taehyung gives himself one last squeeze before positioning himself between your legs.

He isn’t gentle when he enters you, sinking his cock into you in one bloody thrust. How his hip presses into the crease of your thigh hurts, applying pressure to your wounds that still bleed, but the pleasure of Taehyung’s thick cock pounding into you is enough to block out the pain. You’re so high, your soul barely attached to your body as Taehyung fucks you, each stroke fast and deep. His grip on you is supernaturally rough. Bruises immediately bloom across your skin, and his blunt nails dig crescent cuts into your skin.

More blood.

“Feel good, love?” Taehyung’s voice is on edge. He practically growls, and his words are slightly slurred from his fangs dropping down once again. This time, he doesn’t try to retract them. When he kisses you, you feel them press against your lips like cold daggers. One slices a small cut in the corner of your mouth, and blood collects in the creases of your lips until Taehyung sucks it all up.

“Can’t, fuck, get enough.” Taehyung punctuates his sentiments with a snap of his hips. Pleasure rolls off of you in waves, dragging your mind deeper and deeper into a blank void. Taehyung is dizzying, so pretty with his bloody mouth and wild eyes.

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel his lips press against your neck, leaving kisses far gentler than the way he fucks you. The coil building in your stomach is so hot and tight that you don’t even feel the pain of Taehyung biting your neck. You immediately come, your orgasm ripping through your body as Taehyung’s fangs rip through your flesh.

Taehyung moans through his teeth as he comes inside of you, filling you up at the same time he empties you.

“Taehyung,” you try to whisper, but your mouth hardly moves.

He’s drinking too much.

The realization hits you too late. There are bite marks all along your neck, the inside of your thighs, your tits, your wrists. Taehyung has his lips latched onto one of your bloody nipples, lapping up your skin. Your bed is flooded in red, soaked through the sheets and into the mattress.

“You’re mine, love.” Taehyung runs a bloody hand down your face, leaving streaks along your temple. “Fuck those bitches you work with. Those pieces of shit who think you couldn’t possibly love someone like me. They’re wrong, baby—all this shame. Humans drown in it, but not us. We won’t drown.”

Red tears stream down Taehyung’s high cheekbones. You want to comfort him but realize in a panic that you can’t move. With wide eyes, you stare up at Taehyung in a silent plea.

“Shhh, it’s okay, love. You have to let go. Let go for me, and then I’ll keep you safe. Forever, I’ll keep you safe.” Taehyung brings his wrist to his mouth. There’s a sickening crunch, and thick, black blood slides down Taehyung’s forearm like tar.

His elegant fingers squeeze your jaw, forcing you to keep your mouth open as he presses his bleeding wrist to your lips.

“Mine,” Taehyung repeats as he smears his black blood on your lips and lets it leak onto your tongue. “And I will be yours, just like you wanted. No one else's.”

Leaning down, Taehyung digs his fangs into your throat one final time and drinks until your last breath dies in your lungs.

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Warriors: Choi San x Reader

A/N: ohh boyyy after the kpop fanfic drought im back and it's with warriors au choi san

Summary: San and Reader are mages, which means they are made to serve. They are lowborn, destined to obey humans - the nobles and the highborn - with their every breaths. What if they don't want that?

tw: 18+, smut (p in v, fingering, cockwarming sort of), swearing, violence, death, blood, minimally gory at one point, war, child soldiers (14 yo), society is a shit place to be if you're a mage, tons of worldbuilding, assassins, freaking bath sex, hint at sa at one point from some dude we hate, san is kind of a brat tamer, seonghwa cameo but sad, idk if you can tell but i suck at summaries, mention of a harem, mention of slavery

wc: 4.8k

As a child, you watched from afar, waiting for things you could not grasp.

They told you that you were made to serve. They recounted age-old tales, about gods that crafted humans in their divine hands, moulding the mages afterwards to be commanded by their beloved creations. They filled your mind with legends of faithful individuals of your kind who proved their worth with obedience until you wished to be like your forebears.

Back when you were but an infant, you believed it. You knew the two powers that were bestowed upon you by the gods, varying in every mage, were gifts made solely to assist the highborns. In your naivety, you thought the rosy flame cupped in your small, childish palms would be used to warm the nobles in the icy winter, and that you would fulfil your purpose through that, through being of use to them. They had no shame as they informed you you were just a tool forged for following their orders, and you were convinced it was all true - until you met San.

Although you were the one with the ability to summon an inferno, he was always the one with a burning fire in his eyes. Like all mages, he’d been taken from his parents the moment he didn’t need his mother’s milk - he was given as a peace offering from the Hwangso warlord for his control of water: helpful for the upkeep of the crops.

This occurred in the small period of time in which Hwangso, the neighbouring province, was attempting to forge alliances with your province, Neugdae. Soon after, your warlord breached their territory, claiming it as his - you often wondered if the news filtering back from the front lines of a new settlement captured ever affected San.

You met him when he was an eight year old filled with bottled fury too old for his years, and you were a quiet, invisible seven year old. At those tender ages, neither of you had developed your second ability yet, nor had you gotten a taste of the power at your fingertips, but San still held his head high; you remember marvelling at the way he’d make a point of meeting every single noble’s gaze and holding it. He was just a scrawny, sun browned kid back then - nothing like the elegant lethality of the man that he is now.

Every day until you turned fourteen, you toiled beside him. The work was cruel, your supervisors crueller; the sun would beat down on your back as you laboured in the fields, side by side with San as barely a quarter of the way across the settlement, the nobles sheltered beneath their silky parasols, boasting their pale, porcelain skin. Back then, San never spoke of the injustice of it all out loud, but something about the look in his eyes when he saw them swanning past stirred something inside you. He made you realise that you were not the soulless, mindless puppet that you’d been told you were, but a person.

It wasn’t simply the rage inside him that drew you to him, though. It was the way he remained sweet, kind, despite it all, making sure to send licks of cool mist down your neck when your supervisors weren’t looking, nicking extra crumbs of food for you and remaining beside you, a beacon of light that anchored you to sanity even in the dark.

Even when, you at fourteen, him fifteen, were sent out into battle.

There were always skirmishes between neighbouring warlords: a constant push and pull for more land, more resources, more power. They would attack on a whim - mages were expendable, nothing more than canon fodder; behind each squadron was a noble who would hang back behind the lines, commanding, unbothered by the bloodshed because it was the blood of mere tools.

By then, both you and San had developed your second abilities. San’s was the ability to manipulate shadows, turning them into almost solid shapes that could physically hinder attacks by forming daggers or clutching hands, or could temporarily block the world out in a shroud of rolling black fog. Yours was the art of shapeshifting; you let the outline of your body waver between forms, changing into powerful, deadly creatures whose substance was inhabited by the soul of a wavering teenager.

You’d known that you’d be forced to fight since you were young, but you never could have imagined the brutality of war.

It was there, in the midst of the battlefield, that any lingering innocence was burned from your soul. You learned that San’s water did not just bring life, but could also fill up someone’s lungs until they drowned upon dry ground, that your fire was not just a source of warmth or light, but could also combust a man’s heart within his chest, that the animals you were teaching yourself to shapeshift into could maul and break bones.

Many nights, you would fall asleep, curled against San, your face buried in his side with his arm wrapped around you, the taste of blood still in your mouth from where you’d torn your enemies’ throat out with the vicious canines of a tiger or the needle sharp fangs of a lynx. You would leave the front lines soaked with crimson, the essence of other people in your hair, smeared on your face, caked and drying under your nails.

It terrified you, how easily you could slice their flesh open with your claws. Armour was not wasted on mages, only generals, so just like you, all they wore were roughly woven tunics tied at the waist and trousers - you met no resistance when you killed your own kind, silent apologies on your lips.

Within the squadrons were also humans that had fallen from grace - criminals who still felt entitled enough by their birthright to think they could have a fourteen year old mage’s body; San protected you until you could protect yourself. In the first few weeks, when the punches he threw were too weak to deter them, he would let them beat him, giving you time to escape before returning to you, limping, lip split and nose bloody but the fire in his eyes never faltering.

On those nights, tears of frustration would leak from the corners of your eyes as you cleaned him up. He could so easily stop them if he used his abilities, but by then doing that without being instructed to do so by a highborn would lead to a flogging or a beating - fairytales no longer worked on you at that age, so your commanders and generals utilised fear mongering instead. You remember the hate and helplessness burning inside you when you looked at them: if all the mages rebelled at once, the nobles would have no chance, but everyone was too scared. Using your abilities on humans only led to execution.

You remember Seonghwa: he was a mage a few years older who cared for you and San as if you were his blood. He got too strong - you can’t recall his second ability but his first meant he could push a man over the brink of insanity, until he frothed at the mouth and his brain boiled within his skull. When you first witnessed the depth of his power, you were originally struck by the pain in Seonghwa’s eyes, and then by the fear in your commander’s.

The next day, Seonghwa was gone.

Often, you wonder if he fought back, or if he just let them kill him.

After, you made San promise that he wouldn’t show them if his powers developed further. He made you promise the same, and when you fought beside him, he was a constant reminder to reign yourself in, to survive. You were more careful with your powers from then on.

Some nights, though, when the frost ridden night air cut right through the ragged material of your blanket, you huddled next to San and lit a small fire in your hands. He’d tell you to stop, and you’d point out that he was shivering; he’d reply that he’d rather that than get you caught, and you would ignore him, not missing the way you tucked himself closer to the flame.

You didn’t tell him, but sometimes you would shift into a small animal, like a raccoon, and steal food for him in the dead of night. You didn’t answer when he asked you where you got it from, just shrugging and thrusting the rolls of bread and strips of dried meat into his hands, telling him he should eat.

When you were sixteen, San discovered he could animate his shadows. He could mould them like clay in his hands, breathing purpose into them - they would disintegrate within about a week or so, their outlines fading until they dissolved into nothing. San shaped a little dragon for you, the length of your forearm and the width of one of your thumbs; he came to you with it cupped in his hands, awe limning his face as the two of you watched it wriggle through the air between you and coil itself around your wrist.

You have many memories of those times, but one remains crystal clear, even to this day. A year onwards from San’s dragon, you found yourself hemmed in by enemy forces, your body tired from the fight - victory was so close for your side, and because of it, the Hwangso fought even harder, like cornered animals. If you broke through them, you would have been able to easily end their commander, but they had you, six to one. Hands closed around your throat, choking, and as the consciousness bled from you, you heard San’s cry, smelt the fear in the air as he tore through them to get to you: that in itself would have been insignificant - you had saved each other countless times through the years - but he had disobeyed a direct command.

He’d been told to kill the commander. He’d had a clear shot, and even still, he’d ignored orders, choosing to save you instead.

Both of you were beaten for it, and even as you heard the sound of San’s ribs cracking, he held your eyes, silently telling you that he’d do it over and over again, if only to keep you with him.

You think that was the moment when the two of you truly got a taste for rebellion. It was the point in the long, winding thread of your life that made you realise that whatever they told you, you would disregard it if it were for San. Their words no longer had as much power over you, because you knew your bond with him was infinitely stronger than any fear they attempted to instil within you.

Soon after that incident, your commander retired, and he was replaced by a man who was more of a fool than him. You began to lose land to Hwangso’s troops, far enough that the settlement where you grew up in was ravaged, razed to the ground. Your commander informed you that you’d evacuate the highborns, leaving the child mages and the servants behind because they would only slow you down - that was the moment you decided to stop listening to him.

The last mage rebellion had been decades ago - they were not ready. It was pathetic how easy it was to overthrow them; together with the rest of the troops and the mages from the settlement, you rebuilt the town and fortified it. San treated his soldiers with respect, with loyalty, and they loved him for it, for the way he would march into battle with them instead of cowering at the rear, for the way he could often be seen in the newly restored fields, watering the crops, for the way he recognised them for who they were.

To this day, you’re in awe of it. Never in your whole life have you come close to anything but fear for a leader, and yet you see it clear in their eyes that they love San, and that he loves them. He is everything that the highborns fear - a powerful, confident mage, wreathed in righteous shadows, fiercely intelligent, a master of strategy.

One of his first moves was to ally himself with the Hwangso warlord, the very man who had given him as a gift to your province. Deep in the highborn’s eyes was the presumption that he could break San and make him yield, followed a month later by pure terror when you held a knife to his neck, hissing to never speak of San like that again. The two of you brought his head in a sack to Hwangso and claimed your rule over the province.

That didn’t mean it was easy, though. There were the nights when San would tremble in your arms, baring his fears to you, his doubts - that it was getting too much too fast: that maybe he really was just made to follow orders. You scoffed at that - you’d seen him grow up, watched his shoulders broaden and his figure fill out with muscle, you’d seen the fire in his eyes blazing with passion; you knew he’d always be more than enough.

You’re not sure when the love blossomed between the two of you. Maybe it was always there, first shown as fierce protectiveness, later as searing kisses where no one could see, of fingers laced with yours in the dark of night. He married you shortly after he began to be recognised as an actual warlord, not a rogue mage; it was a quiet ceremony, but the celebrations of your people were far from that - rumours of the Neugdae province’s mage warlord and his wife rippled like wildfire through the regions, stirring fear and hope alike.

Some wonder why San does not take more wives - he has control over the Baem province as well Neugdae and Hwangso now, and any warlord with that much power would take on a harem without blinking. Not San, though - he’s different from them, he is a mage, a lowborn, his bronzed skin a sign to them of his childhood in the fields, and they find he is an enigma, as is his mystery shrouded right hand man.

But not to you - you understand him as if you share a soul.

On the surface, you are his only wife, aloof and coldly beautiful. In the shadows, you are his sword, his hand. There are myths of you, of the fire wielding ghost that robes itself in a black cowl and changes its skin into a man’s worst nightmare; stories of how you will twist your victim’s thoughts around until he finds the tip of a blade poking out of his chest, speared right through his back. It’s how you prefer to operate - they fear the unknown, and you are the unknown.

The fabric of the bag held in your fingers is soaked with blood. Within it is the head of the Yong province’s advisor. He was an awful man who deserved what you gave him - in a locked room at the back of his house, you found several young mages, half starved and chained by wrist and ankle to each other and a hook set in the wall. Bile bites at the back of your throat at the thought: you’re lucky you never experienced the uglier side of mage slavery.

Night is falling, the sun casting long shadows down the road. You always find the darkness comforting - it feels as if San is near. Today he is; you raise your fist and knock thrice on the solid wood of the gates, lifting your hand in recognition of the guards who peek over the turrets.

Slowly, they ease open the doors, and you stride into the courtyard, your boots clicking against the roughly hewn pavings. A squadron of your soldiers are sparring, but they halt their training when you enter, snapping to attention as you stop at the centre of the space, the dying rays of the sun streaming down the steps towards you, the air still as you wait.

He appears, his gilded silhouette glorious at the top of the stairs. His shadow guards spill down the steps towards you as he descends; their bodies contort and bend, the swirling mass of them parting around you, liquid night, jaws snapping, circling you until you’re surrounded.

A smirk pulls at your lips, and you throw the bag at his feet. You do not bow low, simply dipping your chin as he extracts the head from the sack, inspecting it and nodding before returning it to its roughly woven grave and handing it to one of his shadows to take away. Meeting your eyes, his own filled with amusement, the hint of a smile flashes over his face.

‘Welcome home, my love.’

San’s words are soft, voice quiet enough for only you to hear. You suppress the urge to pull down your mask and kiss him, instead letting your fingers brush against his as you walk with him up the steps and into the hanok; his shadows close the door behind you and the moment they do, he hooks an arm around your waist and hugs you tight, his embrace warm and sweet as always.

You laugh. ‘I was only gone four days, Sannie.’

‘Four days too long for me to be separated from my wife,’ he replies, pushing your cowl back so he can kiss your forehead.

Gripping his shoulders, you tug him down so you can peck his lips before sending him out to the courtyard again - you’re the last person expected through the gates tonight, so he should go out and dismiss the mages training in the courtyard so they can go home to their families and lock up. A happy sigh leaves you as you toe off your shoes, walking through your home and stripping off your bloody clothes before submerging yourself in the pool sunken in the floor. San has already filled it with fresh water, and it takes you mere seconds to heat it up with your fire.

Leaning with your head against the wooden ledge of the pool, you let your muscles loosen, half closing your eyes. The silence doesn’t last long, though - there’s a soft, steady noise coming from the screen behind you, almost like… breathing.

‘Show yourself,’ you command into the still air.

A man steps into view - a human, eyes crazed, knife clutched in his fingers. You realise he does not know who you really are; he just assumes you are the mage warlord San’s wife, delicate and helpless, and you let that role engulf you, backing away to the other edge of the pool with your eyes wide, luring him closer.

‘Your man took everything from me,’ he spits, blade pointed at you as he stalks forward. ‘He took my power, my wealth, my squadron of soldiers. And now I will take his wife.’

Surging out of the pool, you dodge the swipe he aims at you, sending fire surging down the knife’s handle so he drops it with a cry and twisting his arm behind his back in the most painful way possible, wrenching him down to his knees with his face an inch above the water.

‘How did you get in?’ You ask coolly.

‘I’ll never tell y - ’

You send tongues of flame licking down his ribs. ‘Answer the question or suffer.’

The door eases open, revealing San. His eyes land on you, water dripping down your body as you pin the man to the floor, then the distorted reflection from the blade of the knife that’s fallen into the pool, and something dangerous flashes inside his gaze. You let him grab your attacker by the front of his shirt, lifting him off his feet as he brings him face to face with him; you see San’s jaw clench, his hands balling into fists.

‘How fucking dare you try to come anywhere near my wife,’ he growls, shadows coalescing behind him.

You can tell he’s about to say something else, but he stops as the man, trembling and fruitlessly clawing at San’s fingers, wets himself. Your husband’s lip curls in disgust, and he drops him at your feet, pressing him down onto his knees and yanking his head up so he is forced to look up at you. Bending down, you breathe in the sheer fear permeating the air, a soft smile on your face.

‘Now, answer the question.’

‘You’re not his wife,’ he whispers, pale.

‘Oh, but I am,’ you sneer. ‘But that’s not the only role I occupy.’

Slowly, his face drains of colour, horror rippling across it as it slowly dawns on him. He recoils in San’s grasp, scrabbling at the floor in a sorry attempt to put distance between you; he has finally realised who you are and he acts like fucking coward, his mouth gaping wide in a silent plea. Unhurried, you fish the knife out from the pool, twirling it around your thumb before gliding it gently over the skin of his throat.

‘I’m getting impatient.’

‘I - I - the guards, they were distracted upon your arrival, I snuck in at the southern perimeter, please don’t - ’

His words dissolve into a weak gurgle when you slice open his throat. Blood gushes from the seams of the wound, dribbling from his lips, and you step back as he tips forward, landing with a wet thump face first on the wooden floor. Glancing up at San, you sigh before getting back in the pool. One of his shadows carries the body away and your husband tugs his clothes off and slides into the water beside you, pulling you into his chest.

‘He did not hurt you, I presume?’

You snort. ‘He tried.’

San’s fingers run thoughtfully up and down your arm. ‘I’ll talk to the guards. I probably shouldn’t have put Jisung on dusk duty while he was recovering from that fever.’

You nod but don’t answer, instead pressing a kiss to his collarbone. He hums, tipping his head back to give you more access as you mouth at his skin, letting your palms wander over his shapely chest, grip his broad shoulders, skim his waist; you trace the many scars all over his body, and he allows you to, his strong hands gripping your hips when you settle in his lap.

He curses low at the feel of your teeth sinking into the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, his hips jerking upwards, and you both groan at the sensation of the underside of his cock grazing your clit. Smirking, you let your tongue lave over the spot where you bit, pressing a kiss to his jaw and pulling back as his hands tighten their grip on your ass.

‘Missed you too, Sannie. Good to know how much you missed me.’

‘So fucking bratty,’ he hisses.

A thrill shoots through you as he stands, the water sluicing in rivulets down the planes of his chest, lifting you and laying you on the edge of the pool, pinning your knees to the wood and spreading you open. The crude way he looks at you is all consuming, his eyes surveying you from where he stands with the water to his mid thigh, watching as you pussy clenches at the sight of him towering over you.

San remains there, just looking at you, and you curve your spine, almost whining in attempt to make him touch you without you asking for it. His lips quirk to the side as you squirm, trying to inch your hips down so you can grind against him, but his fingers tighten on you, refusing you.

‘What is it you require of me, love?’

Finding your attempts unsuccessful, you huff, glaring at him. He loves to do this, make you articulate exactly what you want from him - he likes the flush that heats your cheeks, your body still shy even after all your years with him, he likes the breathy noises you make when he forces you to tell him just what you desire when all you can think of is his dick, he likes it when you can’t help but beg him.

‘Y - your fingers,’ you mumble. ‘And your cock.’

‘Say that louder for me, sweetheart, I didn’t catch the last bit.’

‘Your fingers and your fucking cock,’ you snap - a sorry endeavour at trying to hide how much you love when he inflicts this upon you.

San raises an eyebrow, not moving to touch you. Waiting.

‘Please,’ you add.

He smiles. ‘There we go. Wasn’t so hard, was it?’

Your mouth opens to retort, but he slips his fingers inside you, and your back bows, a soft moan leaving your lips as he sweeps his thumb over your clit, his other hand palming your breasts, his tongue dragging over your skin. Burying your hands in his hair, you tug, making him groan low and deep as you pull him closer.

Delectably, his fingers curl, and you ache for him. San has ruined you for anyone else, he is branded onto your soul and also your body, fading marks from your last time together still slightly visible on your throat - a necklace of love bites, laying claim to you. He catches your chin as he brings you closer to the edge, tasting your moans on his tongue, grinding his palm against your clit.

You keen, coming hard around him, chest heaving, and he smirks, holding your waist as shudders wrack your legs from the aftershocks. The fire in his eyes burns ever brighter, so hot you feel your stomach go molten - your hands tighten on his shoulders, nails raking over his back, your tongue unable to form anything other than his name.

‘You’re always so willing to behave once your pussy’s full, hm?’

‘No, I,’ you start, but cry out when he pinches your clit in warning, the muscles of your thighs jumping as it lances through you, white hot. ‘Y - yes, yes, I am, please - ’

In one fluid movement, San buries himself inside you, sheathing himself until his hips kiss yours. Catching you wrists in his hand, he pins them above your head, and your back arches as he pulls out, agonisingly slowly, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging on your walls before slamming back in, tearing a cry of his name from your chest. Tugging your legs up from where they were wrapped around his waist, he hooks your knees over his shoulders - the new angle makes you sob, writhing beneath him as his cock head drives into perfection, drives you to euphoria.

Sometimes, San makes love to you, but not tonight: tonight he fucks into you mercilessly, traces of possessiveness lacing his actions as he litters your skin with bites, his hands leaving exquisite bruises on your hips. Pleasure tears through you like an arrow through your heart, white hot and maddening, ravenous.

‘You fit around my cock so well,’ he pants. ‘Like you were made for me, sweetheart.’

Something snaps inside you at his words, and as if he senses it, San presses his thumb down hard on your clit, speeding up his thrusts until the air is punched from your lungs. Stars flash before your eyes, and your mouth falls open, toes curling as you come on his cock, your cunt convulsing around him, thighs twitching; he doesn’t stop, just continues ploughing into you, and you tremble, tears slipping down your cheeks at the relentless pound of his hips into yours.

With a gasp, he pulls out and comes over your stomach, his wide shoulders rising and falling with heaving breaths, and you groan as he eases you back into the warm water, a hand cupping the back of your neck as he tucks your head under his chin, sliding his softening cock into you again. Wrapping your arms around him, you press a kiss to his jaw and rest your hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.

‘How do you feel, my love?’

You nuzzle your face into his shoulder. ‘Good. Really fucking good.’

He laughs, and you bask in the sound of his happiness and the comfort of his warm skin against yours. San’s hands run up and down your spine, soothing, and you smile sleepily; you are home, reunited with your other half, the missing part of your soul.

With San, you are complete.

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(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] [ENGENE-MADE] A-Z WITH SUA !

( a is for... ) at this point *tsk* i don't even know man , it's just at this point really

( b is for... ) boynextdoor *winks* listen to their song , it's a good song to skip down the street and disassociate from life.

( c is for... ) crab? jay i am allergic to crab , are you trying to take me out of this earth , what's your beef with me.

( d is for... ) don't you value the air , you like life right , then unhand my phone jake.

( e is for... ) *falls out of chair , gets up like nothing happened* "eh , i've had worse happened to me before."

( f is for... ) forget it , im getting the shoes , will deal with the consequences later.

( g is for... ) goddammit *looks at the staff* who said that *she's alone*

( h is for... ) have you seen my fake nail , im gonna try and glue it back on , i gotta get my moneys worth.

( i is for... ) i could've been a neurosurgeon had i not taken the idol role... think about that , i could've been holding a knife as a job *everyone is silently praying*

( j is for... ) *jungwon asking her to translate* jungwon my love , i am not the right person for this job , i can barely speak korean.

( k is for... ) karma is the best song on the album *check the comments* why are you guys booing me in the comments.

( l is for... ) love triangles bring me so much stress *literally sitting in between heeseung and sunghoon the biggest love triangle in kpop*

( m is for... ) maybe i am the problem... yeah it's definitely me.

( n is for... ) no , i simply don't want to do it , and you can't make.

( o is for... ) *randomly when it's quite* ooooh eeee like karma-a-a

( p is for... ) *screams at the top of her lungs* PARK SUNGHOON *sunghoon is scared* "can you get that"

( q is for... ) quite , im looking for my airpod and i can't think.

( r is for... ) *ni-ki talking while she's driving* ri-ki i will crash this car if i don't focus , calm down.

( s is for... ) so what you're saying is that you hate me , wow after all we've been through *all heeseung said was no*

( t is for... ) take my photo sunghoon *gets photo back* did you take it with a refrigerator, this is terrible.

( u is for... ) uhhh im not sure if i can answer that without legal liability.

( v is for... ) vote for me best enhypen member.

( w is for... ) what the hell *everyone is shock* what , i didn't say nothing

( x is for... ) xoxo <3 *thinks for a second* somi baby please come back i miss you

( y is for... ) *reads a mean comment* you hate my voice?? i mean you can turn off the live , im the one who has to live with it so.

( z is for... ) zero intellectual thoughts in there , just marbles and vibes.

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I've had a thought for some time now... what if Akashi was a BTS fan?

At first, I was entertaining this idea simply because BTS and KNB are my biggest interests, but then I started to think harder about it, and I think it would make sense for him to be a fan of them.

Now, I know some of my KNB moots on Tumblr listen to Kpop, but I know that not everyone does, and even the ones who do are not all fans of BTS. With that being said, I'll try and explain things as best as I can for all the folks unfamiliar with BTS so this headcanon is easier to understand even for non-fans.

I predict this is going to be a very long post, so I'll have mercy on y'all and put the rest of this under the cut. Enjoy!

A summary of who BTS is for anyone reading who doesn't know them:

7-member music group from South Korea. They debuted on June 13th, 2013, and are comprised of 3 rappers and 4 vocalists. The members are RM (leader and rapper), Jin (vocalist), Suga (rapper), J-Hope (rapper), Jimin (vocalist), V (vocalist), and Jungkook (vocalist). Here's a picture for reference. I also wrote their stage names down next to each member so you know who is who.

BTS is an acronym for Bangtan Sonyeondan, roughly translating to "bulletproof boys". So, BTS aimed to be the bulletproof shield to protect people--especially those in their 10s and 20s--from harsh societal criticism that rained down on them like bullets. Their fanbase is called ARMY, an acronym that stands for "Adorable Representative MCs for Youth" (yeah I know it's wordy), and with that name, BTS hoped that listeners of their music would be inspired to find their voice and spread positivity. While they do have their fair share of cute/silly songs, a very large chunk of their work is lyrically introspective and touches on a lot of social, psychological, and even political issues. Bolstered by the fact that their music is self-written and co-produced, their authenticity is one of their biggest strong points and has allowed millions of people worldwide to relate to the messages in their music.

That being said, what does this have to do with Akashi being an ARMY? Well, I just wanted to imagine how he would become fascinated with a group like them, so I'll be splitting up this post into sections. I don't know how many sections I'll do, I'm winging this as I go, so let's just start with section 1.

HOW DID HE BECOME AN ARMY?

Mibuchi. Mibuchi strikes me as someone who would already be an ARMY and would convince Akashi to give them a shot. Maybe Akashi catches Mibuchi gushing over some photos of them online and it happens enough times that he finally cracks and asks who they are.

As someone who is an ARMY of 7+ years, when someone asks me who BTS is, I have to hold myself back from exploding where I stand because I get so excited when someone wants to know about them because they're so amazing that I always want more people to discover their music. Mibuchi, being the dedicated ARMY that he is, would instantly fill Akashi in on the details of who they are, the type of music they make, and who each of the members is, and Akashi would listen very intently, getting more curious the more he listens to Mibuchi talk about them.

Something I usually do when people ask for BTS recs is ask them for their favorite genres. The reason why I do that is because BTS has experimented with so many genres that their discography is incredibly diverse, probably more diverse than most artists I've ever listened to. So, I usually just fine-tune my recommendations to people's preferences to make the initial listening experience more palatable. And that's what Mibuchi does for Akashi. Once he gets Akashi's favorite genres, he sends him a playlist of BTS songs that fit his preferences. And so, because Akashi isn't one to turn down music recommendations, he keeps his word and listens to the playlist front to back.

After finishing the playlist, Akashi lays on his bed and stares at the ceiling, the chemistry of his brain permanently altered, wondering how on earth he went so long without knowing who BTS was.

AKASHI'S BIAS AND BIAS-WRECKER

If you don't know what these terms mean, having a 'bias' just means you have a favorite member. It's someone you feel your attention is naturally drawn to more than others in the group. You can be drawn to them for multiple reasons such as liking their voice, thinking their fashion is cool, or having a similar personality to theirs. There really are no rules for this kind of thing. A 'bias-wrecker' is a member who steals (said endearingly) your attention away from your bias, on occasion. Think of it as two members constantly replacing each other as your favorite. However, this is not always the case and not every ARMY has a bias/bias-wrecker. Some spread their attention pretty evenly across all the members and don't really have a particular favorite. But it's a fun question ARMYs like to ask other ARMYs every now and again, so for the sake of this post, I will include who I think Akashi's bias and bias-wrecker would be if he had them.

So, right off the bat, I know deep in my heart that Akashi's bias would without a doubt be Suga.

Reasons why I think Suga would be his bias:

All of the BTS members are authentic, but Suga is most notably known for his raw unfiltered lyrics and his candidness about his past experiences. He suffered a lot in his teens and 20s to be able to make music the way he is today. Despite all that, he's unafraid to speak about his mental health journey and often encourages ARMYs to be open about our own journies as well so we can normalize conversations around it and get the support we need. Through listening to Suga's story, Akashi would probably relate a lot to his struggles and gain strength from his words.

Suga's stage name is actually short for "shooting guard" because that was the basketball position he used to play back when he was in high school. So, he would get extra points in Akashi's book simply for that. I know he'd be excited to find out that piece of information and relay it back to Mibuchi, who would then show Akashi videos of Suga playing basketball and get him more excited about Suga. I can just imagine him going into captain mode and making little comments here and there like "he has a nice release" or "his shots go in very cleanly" or "I would have scouted him for Rakuzan if he were a high-schooler".

I also think there are a few similarities in their personalities Akashi would pick up on. Aside from their shared love of basketball and personal struggles with mental health as teens, I would say they're both pretty introverted, are extremely hard workers, both play piano, both show affection to their loved ones through acts of service, and both of them are incredibly strong, despite all that they've been through.

But who is Akashi's bias-wrecker? I'd have to say it'd be RM.

Reasons why I think RM would be his bias:

As I've mentioned before, RM is the official leader of BTS. I think for that reason, he would garner a lot of respect from Akashi, who would be impressed as to how he could be the leader of a globally recognized group starting from such a young age, especially when he hears about all of the hardships BTS had to face as they climbed up the ladder. As someone who has also had to step up and be a leader from a very young age, Akashi would look to RM and take notes of his leadership style to see if there's anything he could implement in his own life.

RM is also one of the main lyricists of BTS and the way he can speak and carry himself with such poise and maturity would also be another thing that Akashi respects. He loves to analyze RM's lyrics for every use of double entendres, wordplay, and literary/psychology references. (I have a separate headcanon that Akashi is at least conversational in Korean, if not fluent, so I'm sure that would make RM's lyrics all the more interesting to dissect.)

Akashi would also find similarities between himself and RM, too, outside of being leaders of their respective teams such as a love for the fine arts and nature, high intelligence (RM has an IQ of 148), and his down-to-earth demeanor.

FAVORITE BTS GROUP SONGS:

So I'm just gonna go album by album and list the songs that I think Akashi would pick as his favorite from each one, mostly due to the message in the lyrics, but some will also be because I think the instrumentals would be up his alley. I'll also provide some links to lyric videos so you guys can listen and read along to further understand my song choices. Any songs with an asterisk(*) next to them will link to a music video, so just turn on the closed captions. Fair warning, the older music videos have translated captions that are a little bit clunkier, but they're still readable. Anyway, let's go!

2 Cool 4 Skool (2013):

No More Dream*

O!RUL8,2? (2013):

Intro: O!RUL8,2?

N.O*

Skool Luv Affair (2014):

Just One Day*

Dark & Wild (2014):

Rain

The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Part 1 (2015):

Intro: The Most Beautiful Moment in Life

Moving On

The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Part 2 (2015):

RUN*

Butterfly

The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Young Forever (2016):

Butterfly (Prologue Mix)

House of Cards (Full Length Edition)

Epilogue: Young Forever*

Wings (2016):

Lie

First Love

Reflection

2! 3!

You Never Walk Alone (2017):

Spring Day*

A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone

Love Yourself: Her (2017):

Serendipity*

Outro: Her

Sea

Love Yourself: Tear (2018):

Singularity*

The Truth Untold

Paradise

Magic Shop

Love Yourself: Answer (2018):

Euphoria

Answer: Love Myself

Map of the Soul: Persona (2019):

Mikrokosmos

Jamais Vu

Map of the Soul: 7 (2020)

Black Swan* (also the classical version*)

Louder Than Bombs

We are Bulletproof: The Eternal*

BE (2020)

Life Goes On*

Blue & Grey

Proof (2022)

Yet To Come*

For Youth

BTS has released some Japanese original songs, too, so I'll include which ones I think would be his favorite among those!

Crystal Snow (2017)

Lights* (2019)

Your Eyes Tell (2020)

FAVORITE BTS SOLO SONGS:

Each of the BTS members has dropped their own solo projects whether it be singles or full albums, so I'll go member by member and talk about which of each member's solo songs I think would be his favorite.

RM:

Life (RM, 2015)

uhgood (mono, 2018)

forever rain* (mono, 2018)

No. 2 (Indigo, 2022)

Jin:

Tonight (2019)

Abyss (2020)

Yours (2021)

Suga/Agust D:

So Far Away (Agust D, 2016)

People (D-2, 2020)

Set me free (D-2, 2020)

AMYGDALA* (D-DAY, 2023)

Snooze (D-DAY, 2023)

J-Hope:

Piece of Peace (Hope World, 2018)

Blue Side (Hope World, 2018)

Equal Sign (Jack in the Box, 2022)

Safety Zone (Jack in the Box, 2022)

Jimin:

Promise (2018)

Like Crazy* (FACE, 2023)

Alone (FACE, 2023)

Scenery (2019)

Snow Flower (2020)

Rainy Days* (Layover, 2023)

Love Me Again* (Layover, 2023)

Jungkook:

Still With You (2020)

Stay Alive (2022)

Shot Glass of Tears (Golden, 2023)

HOW AKASHI FEELS BEING AN ARMY

I think finding out such a prominent music act is singing about topics he directly relates to is such a shock to him. It's like he feels seen at long last and he isn't going through these issues alone. Even if BTS doesn't know who he is, the fact that their music speaks to him is enough to comfort him through tough times.

I'd like to think that when he's had an exceptionally rough day, he likes to just lie in bed and listen to them. He seems like the type of person to reserve time out of his day to just listen to their music in silence.

Because he became such a fan, he and Mibuchi would now have so much more to talk about with each other, and Akashi would also come to understand why Mibuchi would be such a big fan of a group like them. Together, they'd stream new releases right when they come out, watch BTS's livestreams together, and, if they're able, go to concerts together. Concerts are more of a new thing for Akashi since I feel like he has never been to a proper concert before, so the first concert he'd ever go to would probably be super overwhelming, but he'd feel reassured with Mibuchi by his side. And the concert ends up being amazing and Akashi feels like he just...belongs. Something would finally click for him that day, and he would realize that this level of connection, not just with the artists, but with the fans as well, was something he really enjoyed.

BTS would kinda stay as mainly Akashi and Mibuchi's thing, but Hayama and Nebuya do give BTS a shot, too, and find they do like a lot of their music as well. Their favorite songs are probably the more upbeat ones, though, as opposed to most of the ones I chose to be Akashi's favorites.

But the bottom line is that being able to come together with his friends over a common interest outside of basketball makes Akashi happy and he hopes he can continue to share memories with his friends through music.

Okay, I've gotta cut it off here, I have to get ready for a family dinner outing. If you managed to make it to the end of my post, I hope you enjoyed my ramblings and also the music I linked. Bye for now!

#my most self-indulgent chronic akashi brainrot yet #i have done it again #rip to whoever read all this #i just really like BTS and wanted to toy with the idea of akashi being an army #anyway gotta go #BTS #bangtan sonyeondan #kuroko no basket #knb headcanons #akashi seijuro #mibuchi reo

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Re-introduction <3

Masterlist *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

-My name is Violet but you can also call me Vi, or V and I go by she/her I used to be @tearsdior

I've been writing for over 6 years but i've never shared it with anyone but my best friend.

This blog originally began as a KPOP fic page, but things have changed and i'm not too involved in that world anymore.

My main focus is mainly American Horror Story but that's obv subject to change.

I write for Tate Langdon, Kit Walka, Kyle Spencer (both franken & frat), Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, & Colin Zabel.

I do not write for Kai. He will hate crime me and i'm scared or Peter Maximoff simply because I didn't watch x-men or Wanda vision 🧍🏾‍♀️

My favorite genre is hurt/comfort and whump. What can I say? I love the dramatics.

I often add music to my posts because once again, I love the dramatics.

My blog contains mature themes that may not be suitable for all audiences, but I will always add a warning label

I take requests, questions, etc. I wanna hear from people!

I'm black. so a lot of my characters will probably be "black coded" and I will almost always use black women in my moodboards.

I try to write in general terms but I write the same way I speak and I seriously do not care if you don't like it, go somewhere else and i'm so serious.

I also don't write for MLM (for now), I don't want to overstep as a woman and that's simply something i'm not good at, so 99% of my fics will be from the perspective of a Fem!reader. You are always more than welcome to read regardless of gender or sexuality or you can change details such as pronouns and names with the interactive fics chrome extension.

I'm hoping i'll find my audience soon! This is a safe space <3 I hope you enjoy my writing <3

#black writers #black fanfiction #american horror story coven #american horror story #ahs asylum #ahs hotel #ahs coven #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #tate langdon #evan peters #kyle spencer #franken kyle #violetwrites #violet harmon #madison montgomery #mutuals #james patrick march #slashers

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I don't mean to lump everyone into one group, but I do think this new epidemic is all coming from younger, new fans and tiktok. They're bringing stan culture and fan wars over from other fandoms that we know are predominantly filled with younger, more impressionable fans.

I really dislike that, because F1 is already a competition, we don't need to add fake fuel and manufactured information in order to hate other drivers.

And all these impressionable fans are coming to F1 and learning that hating on other drivers is 'fun' and a part of the community, because there's so much of a feedback loop. And then this influences more new fans, and so on.

I miss how the fandom was a couple of years ago when most people respected all the drivers even though they may only root for one.

All this hate is having the opposite effect on me. I was never a Carlos fan but now I'm starting to feel bad for him and defending him, because he's done nothing wrong lately and he's getting so much unnecessary hate.

this is probably it yeah!

and ofc yeah i dont want to generalize that all younger fans are like this, bc thats definitely false, but there is a sort of stan culture that’s being brought to f1 fandom spaces that reminds me too much of my kpop days 😭 (re: bts v exo end of yr award show votings)

it kinda sucks. but at the same time! i think it’s totally normal to not like drivers, to get heated about things; it’s sports after all. but the approach i’ve been seeing makes it all ultra personal to the extent that we’re like putting words in their mouths/manipulating details to fit a preordained narrative.

me too with the carlos thing honestly. i was a hater but then i saw the unreasonable hate train/narratives going around about him & i was filled with sympathy and now he’s one of my guys, genuinely

i think the solution is to simply go on reddit when you want like. Real racing discourse. Lmao

#asks #discourse asks

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7-dreamers · 10 months

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🔥Dreamcatcher's How to be a cute villain🔥(나만의 귀여운 빌런 포즈 보여주기) I Simply's Mission Cam📹

#dreamcatcher #sua #jiu #siyeon #handong #yoohyeon #dami #gahyeon #ot7 #230529 #era: a from us #v: music show #v: simply kpop

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calibabii21 · 6 months

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🎇✨concert outfit rosterrrr✨🎇

simply bc I feel like it, here's outfits from my concert goings. which- was not easy. they quite literally were all last minute and rushed😭

ATEEZ

kcon concert day 1 (ateez, cravity, enhypen, ini, itzy, kep1er, lightsum, stray kids)

ngl my ass ain't been like that since😪

kcon concert day 2 (jo1, loona, MY DREAMIE BABIES, nmixx, p1harmony, stayc, the boyz, to1, wjsn)

neo_city_the_link_LA

yes I busted out the 💚 pasties for my first NCT concert🥹 (was lowk kinda awkward at times bc my nips get so hard they still poked through😭)

but also, it was a big deal for me personally because I had a HORRIBLE— and I cannot enough just emphasize how bad it was— eczema flare up so my skin was nooooot giving what I was used to it giving, but I still showed my skin.

oh- AND I networked with major kpop songwriters and producers (unrelated to the skin, but it was a v good night)

nct 127: 2 baddies speedway event

it's not a concert, but 127 did a pop up event like two days later so I haaaad to go. almost cried bc post concert depression was even worse than ateez

neo_city_the_link_ATL

surprised my baby sister 127 tickets for her 18th birthdayyy— AND IT SNOWED AFTERWARDS!! we were f r e e z i n g😭

tds2_ATL

went solo for this one🥲 & Mark looked at my tiddies🤭 el em aye oh

*bonus vid* kcon convention day 1 rpd

#z rambles #z's thoughts #z's struggles❤️‍🩹#z's odd girl tingz :p #bc them outfits were a struggle and lowk didn't even represent me😪#concert outfit #kpop concert outfit #kpop event outfit #kcon outfit #kcon LA 2022 #nct 127 concert outfit #nct 127 #nct dream concert outfit #nct dream #ateez #ateez concert outfit #kpop rpd #kpop random play dance

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loonavrsl · 5 months

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231117 Simply K-pop Con-Tour Heejin - Algorithm performance on Simply K-Pop Con-Tour (231113)

#loona #artms #heejin #video #v: music show #v: performance #simply kpop #era: k #231113 #231117 #Youtube

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moonjxsung · 5 days

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hi hi bb! how are you?

i’m so glad that you don’t mind my shinee commentary bc i also don’t know any shawols(or stays tbh, this is how i get my kpop fix)😭 onew is suchhhh a humble king, literally can’t believe that he got fanmail so soon as if he isn’t in one of the most successful kpop group ever. the first time i heard about shinee was in like 2010 or 2011 (which was very soon for PR tbh, aquí lo que había en ese momento era just reggaeton). and i was so baffled at the fact that nobody liked kpop here. so yeah onew, you’re the real deal!! i’m so happy that he’s getting the love he deserves💜and i can’t wait to see his comeback! i’m so excited! and the antique shop matching necklaces from Monterey☹️ that is so cute!! (idk if you already went but have fun!! and if you did, i hope you had fun!! Monterey sounds so nice!). i bet that he’ll be so grateful with your super care package! pls let me know what you send him!!!

i got my second iced coffee of the week💁🏻‍♀️ and a macadamia cookie, i was working on this very tedious assignment most of the day yesterday and after i finished i was like “treat yourself”. i’ve really been eating super terribly lately and i hate myself for it😭

your pc of the day!!! your bag!!! your chan sweater!! that’s soooo pretty! i love how they all match too! i forgot to get my pc of the day yesterday too. (i was at my bfs house and his little cousin/nephews were there and the younger one who’s 5 just comes up to me and asks “who’s this?” and i was like “lee know” and he’s just like “why do you have that there?” and i was like “good question bro, idek, it’s just fulfilling”.

i love you so much angel🫶🏻 i hope your weekend is going so great and you have time to relax as well!!

-🐈‍⬛

HI BABYYYYY I MISSED YOUUUUUU 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Can you BELIEVE how active Onew’s been this week and his company already arranged his first FANMEET??????? SCREAMINGGGGGGG I am beyond jealous of anyone who gets to go frfr ☹️ manifesting Shinee stuff in the US sooooo hard I literally have to see them before I die. Or I will simply die 😔 I’m still on the hunt for cute necklaces or keychains for us or something, but I DID get him the cutest little glass whale charm bc In the Whale is my favorite kpop song of allllll time and I’m so excited to mail it to him so that we have matching ones 😭 I LOOOOVE ONEW IM GOING INSANEEEE AHHHH I’ll keep you posted on the jewelry we get tho !!!!

I think the only thing that kept me going this whole week was the iced coffee trips tbh 🤕 it was such a WEEEEK……. But I’m so glad it’s finally Friday 👼 we’re having a streaming party for Ateez’s Coachella set tonight so we ordered so much food and baked cookies and dragged our Ateez pcs around everywhere like all week I am sooo excited !! Still so bummed I couldn’t see them at Coachella but I’m so proud of how far they’ve come and the setlist looks INSANEEE ahhhh Hongjoong my beloved 🫶

Pc pics just for you from today’s coffee run ofcccc 💖🫶 I love you sweet angel I hope you had the best week!!!!!!!!!!! Sending all my love as alwayssss (also your answer to your nephew is SO valid LMAOOOO Lee Know is indeed v fulfilling ‼️‼️)

#🐈‍⬛ anon #ask

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Can I ask you how Mingyu and Wonyoung see each other? They’re kpop idols. Thank you!

thanks for this request! i did my standard relationship spread here for these two and i thought it was really interesting, but i do want to say up front that i didn't get a very strong energy in this reading. that could just be on my end - sometimes you just don't get a vibe - or maybe the situation is very uncertain or changing rapidly, so nothing feels particularly definite - or it could be a sign that the energy and emotions between these two just aren't particularly strong (which isn't even necessarily to say that says anything about their relationship as a whole - it could just be that right now things are just chill!). i've alluded to this before but i'll call it out again - i use and like this particular spread and spreads like it because the spread itself doesn't necessarily speak to anything about the nature of the relationship, it's just about how they see each other and the relationship. so this would speak to a romantic relationship, sure, but you could also pretty fruitfully ask these questions about a friend, a family member, a coworker even. no matter the specifics, in every kind of relationship people have some kind of feeling about the other person, have a conception of themself and their role in the relationship. so that's just a general reminder, something to keep in mind for this reading and previous readings, and also, just, y'know, a reminder that you can request readings for non-romantic relationships.

mingyu & wonyoung, 11.21.24

querent: wonyoung, significator: knight of pentacles

okay, so! i looked at both of their charts and they're actually both very balanced in their energy, but i chose to read from wonyoung's perspective because she has a slight prevalence of earth energy in her chart, matching her virgo sun. that might also be another reason the energy here didn't feel particularly strong - they just both seem like they have very balanced energy, which can be a little harder to read.

how wonyoung sees herself: V of cups reversed

first, we look at how wonyoung sees herself in the relationship, and i pulled the v of cups reversed. so the fives all show how the suits deal with conflict or difficulties and in cups we see loss. in particular, fitting for the suit of cups, the emphasis is on the emotional reaction to the loss - grief, sorrow. but there's also an element of acceptance to that loss - in waite's illustration, only three cups are knocked over, but two remain - not all is lost, if we're able to turn and see. reversed, we see the primary energy of the upright card diverted or disrupted, but there are a few different ways it could go. on the one hand, it can be a simple negation - not accepting the loss shown in the cups, and so we make mistakes, put our energy in the wrong places, arising from this lack of acceptance. alternately, the reversal can shift the focus to those two remaining cups, representing either support from others (the two cups connecting to the two of cups) or simply an awareness of those cups - whereas in the v of cups upright, the figure is turned toward the spilled cups away from those that remain upright, reversed the figure turns toward those cups, retains an awareness of what's permanent and important in the face of sorrow.

so, i'm not very familiar with wonyoung or what's going on in her life, and i didn't want to influence my own reading too much by doing too much research, so i'm just going to read the energy and potential interpretations, and maybe that will resonate with something that's public knowledge or maybe it's referring to something entirely private (which i would really expect, actually, dealing with both a relationship reading and a card of grief). i see a few potential interpretations here, turning on the different interpretive strands i outlined above with the reversal. common to all of them is the sense that she's experienced some sorrow or loss recently, possibly in the relationship or just one that's affecting her experience in the relationship (like, it was very important to her, or it affected both of them). from there, the most straightforward interpretation is that she's refusing to accept this loss and she sees herself as fighting against it. and i think that fits with some of the later cards, like the Wheel of Fortune reversed, which i'll touch on when we get there. but i also got a sense of self-awareness here, especially in this position (how she sees herself) that i don't think entirely fits with this interpretation, so alternately (or in addition - she could be struggling between these two feelings) the focus is on the two cups remaining: coming out of this loss, she's really leaning on someone else to help support her (given the position and the overall reading, likely mingyu); or, she's come through this loss with a sense of what's really important, what remains even in times of loss, and she sees herself as bringing this kind of vision and self-awareness to the relationship (especially if the loss is somehow related to the relationship or affecting both of them).

how w sees m: II of swords reversed

next we look at how she sees mingyu, and i pulled the ii of swords reversed. i've had this card come up a few times in earlier readings, so i'll keep this discussion a little on the shorter side. upright, this card carries a sense of willful blindness - of keeping your problems at a distance by refusing to really see and address them, blocking yourself off from things, not really engaging, which keeps you at a distance from real connection and emotions too. reversed, this energy either comes to a breaking point - there's an inherent instability to this energy, just because you refuse to look at your problems doesn't mean they're not still there, you get overwhelmed by emotions or situations - or you choose to remove the blindfold, especially for seeing the truth (recalling the sword of Justice, the connection of swords to air and ideas) or for communicating (swords are also the suit of communication), for talking about issues, and actually connecting and opening ourselves up, removing the swords that were closing us off.

there are a few different ways i see of interpreting this card, and they tie into different interpretive threads with the v of cups as well. so, the first way of looking at this would connect to the first interpretation mentioned above - so, wonyoung sees mingyu as someone who's not really dealing with problems, who's been kind of holding himself at a distance from things, and is being / will be overwhelmed by them. so, maybe that ties into the loss represented in the v of cups in some way, or maybe this is especially in contrast to the final interpretation of the v of cups - where wonyoung sees herself as having this kind of understanding of what remains important, she sees mingyu as willfully blind and so getting overwhelmed by things, particularly emotions (the 2 recalls the High Priestess, the figure's seated pose resembles the High Priestess, directly behind the figure we see a large body of water - all connecting to the emotional, cups energy). alternately, though, she could see him as someone removing the blindfold and communicating - maybe with the ii of swords relating to the two remaining upright cups on the v of cups, suggesting that it's through this communication and openness that he's able to lend support, or maybe this communication and clarity is tied in some way to the self-awareness she has of what remains important in the face of loss. but in this thread of interpretation, she really sees him as someone who is now seeing clearly, speaking honestly, really communicating, again particularly about emotional matters (given all the water elements i listed above).

how w sees the relationship: Wheel of Fortune reversed

and finally we look at how wonyoung sees the relationship itself, and i pulled the Wheel of Fortune reversed. the Wheel of Fortune is the tenth card of the major arcana, and it is very much connected to the idea of cycles ending, the mysterious hands of fate turning the wheel, the inevitability of change and forces beyond our control - an earthquake, a random car accident, a layoff, an illness. so, this card often indicates a period of time in which events beyond the querent's control are changing the circumstances of their life. upright, the sense is that this person is adapting well to the change, or is taking this opportunity for greater understanding of her own life - seeing clearly what things are beyond our control is really important to understanding what is within our control, what we actually can do. reversed, there is a sense of struggle - you don't understand what's within your control, so you fight against things you can't control, or you fight against something that has already happened, when going back is impossible. one of the more niche interpretations here but an alternative is that, particularly for people who have been letting themselves be controlled by the wheel - who see too many things as just turns of the wheel of fate, like life just happens to them - the reversed Wheel can be an indication of a new awareness of the power in their life, a sense that it's not just all the Wheel.

so, i mentioned a niche interpretation, but most often the interpretation is the more traditional one - wonyoung sees the relationship as fighting against the tide, as maybe already at some kind of end or turning point (connected to the ten as cycles ending and beginning) and fighting against changing circumstances. there's especially a sense that this is about something external to the relationship, things outside their control. the sense of fighting against something, refusing to accept change, struggling against the inevitable - all of these call back to the V of cups reversed and the refusal to accept that loss, which may suggest that whatever that loss represents, it's something that is tied to the Wheel of Fortune - something external, driven by forces outside of her control. i brought up the niche interpretation, though, as this awareness of power in life could be connected to the awareness of what remains important interpretation of the V of cups reversed and the communication / clarity interpretation of the II of swords reversed as well. so, synthesizing, one potential interpretation of this first line of cards suggests that some kind of external change in circumstances led to a loss that in some way impacted the relationship, and herself as refusing to accept this loss and the relationship fighting against it, mingyu ignoring the issues, willfully blind and overwhelmed. an alternate interpretation, though, is that this same loss led to open communication and clarity with mingyu, and him providing some emotional support or clarity in the face of that loss for wonyoung, leading to the relationship or the two of them getting this new awareness of the power they do have in life, understanding what is and isn't within their control, what's important in the face of that loss.

and those two things may seem very different, but i do think it's a good illustration of the uncertainty of tarot and the role of free will - there's a lot those two circumstances have in common, and you can see all kinds of push and pull energy involved in the situation - grief and sorrow, avoiding problems and emotions and pushing them away, or being driven closer together, communication. and there are all kinds of other influences on every situation, and so it's most likely not 100% one or the other circumstance, but rather a kind of sliding scale, some moments more one way, some more others, based on our free will and our understanding of the lessons that may be there. so like, if wonyoung were sitting here, as a present querent, i might say that pushing for that communication from mingyu could help bring about more of the clarity aspects seen in the other cards.

how mingyu sees himself: IV of swords

that was a lot! but moving on to the cards looking from mingyu's perspective, first we look at how he sees himself. here, the IV of swords. this card actually came up in just the last reading i did, on nicholas galitzine, so i'll direct you there for a more thorough description. in short, though, to me this card has the energy of meditation - retreating inward in order to get your thoughts in order. and as with all of the swords, there's an edge here - this can stabilize you and give you strength, or it can be just about avoidance and isolation, and so it's not very healing.

we're in swords again, an interesting parallel between the way that wonyoung sees him and how he sees himself - both situated in that air energy of the swords, but where she is looking for that emotion and connection (tying into the water energy with the two) and reads the air energy he has as avoidance, he sees himself as in this kind of meditation retreat space - taking time alone, focused inward, to put his thoughts in order. and maybe that makes the communication interpretation of the II of swords reversed less likely, or maybe this time to get his thoughts in order is what makes it possible for those conversations to happen, and to really have the clarity that we saw in earlier cards.

how m sees w: queen of pentacles

next, we look at how mingyu sees wonyoung, and i pulled the queen of pentacles. so, the queens of each suit represent a sort of flowering of each suit, and in the queen of pentacles, we see a figure who expresses all of this pentacles energy, closely resembling the Empress. the queen figure is deeply nurturing, stable, connected to nature and more broadly the mundane experience of her life, finding deep meaning in it. i always see the queen of pentacles as a little bit like the quintessential well-off hippie mom, who's always nurturing those around her but also deeply in tune with herself and the world.

as far as interpretation goes, i think this card in this position is very straightfoward. while court cards can be an external influence, in the position of how he sees wonyoung and especially given that the significator was a knight of pentacles, to me mingyu sees her as very much embodying this queen of pentacles energy, this kind of nurturing, abundant, successful energy. it's interesting in the difference between this conception and how she sees herself, in that place of grief and loss - potentially suggesting either that he's not seeing this about her (when we imagine someone as so stable and nurturing, it's easy to miss when this kind of person actually needs to be nurtured) or could tie into the idea of awareness of what's important after loss, maybe he sees her as dealing with whatever the situation is better than him. it's also the first time we see pentacles energy in this reading, but far from the last.

how m sees the relationship: X of pentacles

finally, we look at how he sees the relationship itself, and i pulled the X of pentacles. so, right back in pentacles, and we have the ten - a card of completion, showing the fulfillment of the suit's cycle. in pentacles, we get a card of success, achievement, legacy. an old man sits surrounded by his family. they're surrounded by pentacles, throughout their daily lives, but they don't really pay them attention, sometimes feel a little restless but the predominant energy is this success and legacy.

so, we have a bit of an echo of the Wheel of Fortune here - the Wheel is the tenth card of the major arcana, connecting to all the tens. and so, they're both seeing this relationship in similar terms - the end of a cycle, potentially something coming to a close, potentially motivated by external forces indicated by the Wheel - but where mingyu sees this in this positive way - success, legacy, tied to the pentacles energy that he sees her as exemplifying - she sees it as resisting something somehow. there's a sense of change that always comes with the Wheel of Fortune that is really at odds with the very settled, legacy energy of the X of pentacles, so potentially he sees things as stable and she sees things as threatened by some change in circumstances that they're fighting against.

relationship strength: IX of pentacles reversed

next looking at a relationship strength, and we remain in pentacles, this time the 9. so, the 9s connect to the hermit, and have this energy of almost the end of the journey, of success but also some sacrifice that has been made to achieve it. so, upright, the ix of pentacles figure closely resembles the queen of pentacles and the empress, but the key difference is in that sense of solitude and sacrifice. the ix of pentacles represents someone who has been successful in creating the life she wants through discipline, borne out of a deep self-awareness - you have to know what you want in life and what you have to work from in order to create this kind of successful life. reversed, at a deep level, that self-awareness, that connection to the world and groundedness that's so important to pentacles, is lost. so, one way that can be expressed is through a lack of discipline - someone who always seems to move from project to project, no real connection to any of them, struggling to actually channel energy into useful purposes. but the other way that this reversal can be expressed is in understanding that lack of self-awareness. the satisfaction that should come from the disciplined success isn't there, and so we realize that maybe we haven't actually been successful, the sacrifice wasn't worth it, because we weren't acting from a true knowledge. because of the pentacles connection to wealth, this is often specifically a moment of realizing we can't depend solely on material wealth for happiness.

so, in the position of relationship strength, i think the lack of discipline interpretation is pretty unlikely. more likely is the latter interpretation, where the relationship in some way helps bring them to an understanding of what's truly important, what you truly want, something connected to that grounded pentacles energy - potentially related to materialism (especially in light of the ace of pentacles reversed below). i think this feels really tied to some of the earlier potential strands in the reading, especially coming from wonyoung's side - the awareness of what remains important in the v of cups reversed, the sense of clarity and communication in the ii of swords reversed - and, together with mingyu viewing wonyoung as the very grounded queen of pentacles, suggests that maybe this is a lesson he's learning, or that she has a firmer understanding of things so far.

relationship weakness: ace of pentacles reversed

the flip side now, a relationship weakness - and once again, we remain in pentacles, this time pulling the ace of pentacles reversed. so, all of the aces have this gift of the universe energy, a period of time infused with some new rush of the energy of their suit. in pentacles, this energy relates to nature, hard work, security, domesticity - the home and the family - and, most obviously, wealth. reversed, there are a few different potential threads of interpretation. most often, and clearest, the ace reversed can represent that corrupted pentacles energy - overdependence on security and comfort, and relatedly, mistrust of others, selfishness, extreme competition. and of course this can be specifically about materialism, but it can also manifest in, say, the workaholic - even if they're not obsessed with the wealth produced by their work, it's about this overvaluing of pentacles energy, detached from that which makes it really meaningful. this is one of the more negative interpretations of this card, but there are a couple of related and less negative interpretations. for one, the garden shown on the card can represent this Eden-like garden, a time in which you're sheltered and protected from the problems of life - possibly by family or other people (like living in your parents' house long after you can and should be moving towards independence because it's more comfortable) or possibly wealth is what creates the shelter - but in either way, the reversal indicates a time to leave the garden, to become independent and begin planting one's own garden. also in a similar vein, we see in the background a gate out of the garden, and framed through the gate, mountains (which symbolically tie to air, swords, wisdom). so, again, a call to leave the garden (and its pentacles energy) and move towards wisdom - often with these undertones of rejecting materialism, gaining a deeper understanding.

so, i went into a lot of the different interpretations of this card, but i do think that in the position of a relationship weakness, the most likely interpretation is that first one - a sense that the two of them or the relationship are overreliant on material security and comforts, mistrustful of others and competitive, too focused on work. but i went into all of those interpretations because it really strikes me that both the ix of pentacles reversed and the ace of pentacles reversed are really both speaking to two different sides of the same thing, speaking to a real potentiality, in my opinion. so, as a strength of the relationship, we see this potential for new understanding of what's truly important, what is necessary to ground our understanding around materiality and work, and as a weakness of the relationship we see this tendency towards the negative aspects of pentacles energy - suggesting a kind of push and pull between these forces, this potentiality for things to go either direction, a lot of uncertainty or flux.

relationship's direction: The Empress

last two cards, and first we look at the relationship's direction, where i pulled The Empress. The Empress continues this theme of really dominant pentacles energy, since (like the Magician is connected to fire / wands and the High Priestess to water / cups) she is connected to the earth and pentacles. So, the Empress is an expression of that energy - nurturing, motherhood (or, more precisely, a gender neutral expression of those maternal qualities we culturally assign to femininity/motherhood), fertility, sensual pleasures, free expression of emotions and pleasures. the card often represents a time of passion in life - a time when you really experience life through the physical, material, mundane, through your emotions, rather than through the mind, thinking. in its most positive expression, there is a satisfaction or even an understanding gained through the emotions, but in its more negative expressions it can point to an emotional approach when a more rational one is needed, someone who stubbornly refuses to put aside their emotions and look at things rationally, or indulgence when restraint is needed.

so the earth / pentacles energy is continuing into the future, based on the Empress, suggesting a period of time where passion, the emotions, the sensual or material enjoyment of life. i think the different ways that the Empress can be expressed - either satisfaction and understanding gained through emotions or stubborn emotions, indulgence - really resonate with this kind of push and pull, potentiality energy throughout this reading, where it feels like things are in flux and could very much go one way or the other - either towards excessive materialism or towards this understanding through emotions. one way of thinking about this would be that the continued pentacles energy is a bad thing, that if, say, materialism or workaholism is a potential issue, then what we need is something totally different. but pentacles energy isn't a problem in and of itself - the Empress resembles the queen of pentacles, reminds us of the potential and joy for truly grounded, aware pentacles energy. and the connection to the queen of pentacles suggests again that maybe it's wonyoung who is playing a bit of a greater role here, possibly the one who's looking for this new understanding, pushing for it.

advice for relationship: VII of swords

finally, we look at advice for the relationship, and here i pulled the vii of swords. so, the sevens are cards of victory, tied to the Chariot, and in swords we see a kind of victory, but it's a sneaky sort of victory, one that comes about through scheming, but in the illustration itself we see the card warning about the shortcomings of this kind of victory - the figure sneaking away can only carry five of the seven swords, leaving two behind (the two remaining also emphasizing the isolation of the figure sneaking off). there's a sense of craftiness in the vii of swords, a sense of hiding one's true plans or ambitions, trying to achieve victory through deceit and tricks.

as advice for the relationship, i see two potential strands of interpretation. in the first, we embrace the vii of swords - there are circumstances where this kind of trickiness is needed, is maybe the only path to victory, despite the shortcomings, so maybe this is a situation similar to the one they are in - or this card can be an encouragement to go it alone, to leave those two swords behind if necessary in order to get out. alternately, this card represents a warning - the two swords remaining recall the two cups left standing in the v of cups, where we started this reading, as well as the two of swords reversed. there's a sense, then, that any victory through these crafty schemes would involve leaving this behind - suggesting the hollowness of this kind of approach and what it would actually cost to leave these two swords behind.

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