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enihk-writes · 4 months

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[eyes closed]

pairing: baek cheon x afab!reader

summary: improper use of a forehead ribbon

content warning: fingering (masturbation) // sensual deprivation (vision) // restricted movements (not bondage) // baek cheon gets called a good boy (among other pet-names), cries during sex truther, is a bottom (kinda) // humping // raw (please use protection) // prone-bone // missionary // (very minor) mind-break // (possible) breeding kink // squirting // creampie // generally messy

word count: 2.25k

author's note: i saw a very specific oc x baek cheon twt fanart that im too ashamed to tag or link rn,,, where the oc was blindfolded and yea.... i started having thoughts.... and i also stared too long at another fanart (sfw) and it also had my mind wandering. i am going to hell, how could i lewd my wife like this!!!!! I AM SOOOOO FUCKING DISTRAUGHT RN!!!!!! I NEED MORE PEOPLE TO BE IN THIS FANDOM AND TAKE OVER MY JOB STAT!!!!!! (going to sit and stare at the ceiling before i post to let the stuff i just wrote sink in)

[18+ NSFW CONTENT BELOW, MINORS DNI]

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poor baek cheon who had innocently given you his signature ribbon to play around with, watching as you try and fail to tie it around your head the same way he did and gradually growing frustrated.

earnest baek cheon who had offered to do it for you, standing in front of you as his hands tried to undo the tricky knot you had clumsily made. the ribbon falling over your eyes as you giggle in embarrassment from having to ask your lover to do something this simple for you.

flustered baek cheon who sees the white ribbon cover your eyes as you look up at him from the chair you sat on. his face grows red and heated rapidly as obscene images of you in compromising positions — blindfolded, undressed and writhing beneath him on his bed, flash through his mind. he tries desperately rid himself of these inappropriate thoughts by shaking his head, to no avail.

flustered baek cheon who realises that you've begun to catch onto his uncharacteristic silence and stiffening body. your devious little grin growing wider as you bury your face in his stomach, rubbing your cheek against him affectionately. pity his ribbon was still around your eyes or you would have been rewarded with the most delightful expression on his perfect face.

flustered baek cheon who lets you walk him backwards into his bed, who watched you go down on your knees as your hands push his legs apart, who lets you place a quick peck on his growing bulge and then another on his exposed skin, right where his happy trail started. your lips drag downwards, leaving behind soft bites and lingering kisses until you stop at the hem of his pants. you tilt your head to rest your cheek against his thigh, asking him if he wanted to continue or have you stop.

he lets out a desperate whine, pleading with you to go on. please don't be so cruel as to leave him hanging like this.

sensitive baek cheon who tries not to buck up his hips into your mouth when you pull down his pants, alternating between kissing the tip of his shaft and giving kitten licks to clean off the precum escaping the slit. there wasn't much else he could do in his position other than bend his head down to watch you suck him off.

obedient baek cheon who tries his hardest to stay still, your curt voice repeatedly ringing in his mind. but it was so difficult! you were teasing him so frequently, building him up to his release and suddenly stopping — over and over again. he lets out a shaky plea to be nice, he loves it just as much as he hates it whenever you decide to be mean to him in bed.

obedient baek cheon who doesn't resist when you order him to place his hands behind him and then push him to lie on the bed. he loved it when you coo and kiss his tear-stained cheeks, the result of holding himself back from grabbing your head and using your mouth to get himself off. he loved when you would praise him for being so good to you, that a good boy like him should be duly rewarded.

he watched you untie the strings keeping your sleepwear together, the front falling open to expose your naked chest. ah, if only his hands weren't behind him. he wanted to reach up and cup your soft mounds in his hands. he wanted to roll, pinch and pull your nipples around his fingers until it got hard and perky.

your hands reach under his own shirt to palm at his stomach, more specifically, his abs. your touches were light and ticklish and he couldn't help but tremble and gasp from the sensation.

my sweet boy, do you like it when i do this?

you lean down to whisper next to his ear, kissing up his neck and jaw, nibbling on the skin here and there. your clothed cunt rubbing against his still-hard cock, dragging up and down as slowly as you could, all while your fingers tapped at his sides playfully.

pitiful baek cheon who could only let out hiccups and sobs from the multitude of sensations you were giving him. for someone who had been blindfolded, you were awfully good at knowing exactly where he was the most sensitive. you gave him a final peck, lifting yourself off him to sit up properly. your hands rest on his abs as you grind your crotch harder down his twitching dick, smiling when he jerks upwards to meet your hips.

he feels light-headed as he feels the muscles in his groin tighten. through his blurred, teary gaze, he could see you concentrated on riding him to his release — your head falling forwards, mouth hung open as breathless gasps leave your lips.

you push down once more, this time rougher and baek cheon chokes back a drawn-out whine as he feels his cum shoot up and splatter across his bare stomach.

you smile a little tiredly at him, flopping sideways on the soft sheets. you stretch your body, back arching as your joints pop.

cheon-ah. come here, please?

obedient baek cheon who listens to your every word crawls over to where you lay. you kick off your pants, soaked in both yours and his essence, to the side — forgotten on the floor along with all of your other clothes. your hand reached downwards, opening the folds with two fingers as your middle finger traces figure eights around your clit and fluttering hole.

are you looking at it?

you tease your lover, head rolling to the side, your free hand fondling your breasts. baek cheon feels his jaw drop at the show you were putting on for him. there had been a lot going on within the sect that had kept the both of you too busy to see each other, even at night. he really, really missed you. and he's also forgotten from all that time away that you were sometimes... like this.

cheon-ah... you put this blindfold on me... and you're so quiet? ahh... i'm so hurt that my lover is so mean to me...

your voice calls out to him like a siren song, faking a hurt voice when he didn't move or make a sound at any of your questions earlier.

no... i...

flustered baek cheon who stumbles over his words trying to assure you that wasn't the case... earning a giggle from you. the way he got bashful so easily was always of great joy for you, could anyone blame you though? he was just too fun to tease.

shh... shh... you're right... my cheon-ah would never be mean to me. my baek cheon is the loveliest in the world, isn't he hm?

you shush his quiet hiccups, feeling a little guilty for pushing his buttons a little too far. you bring his face closer to you, kissing away the tears falling over his cheeks, kissing on the trembling corners of his mouth turned downwards. you wanted to lift your blindfold to see him properly but the noises he made throughout thus far had been a whole experience in itself.

sweet baek cheon who brightens at your kisses, who sniffles and returns them back with vigour. like a puppy who hasn't seen their beloved human in years, he peppers your whole face, lips pressing against every inch of your skin. your hand reaches down again to rub your forgotten clit, moaning against baek cheon's lips, stopping just as you felt yourself about to come undone.

cheon-ah... do you want to put it in?

your fingers wrap around his length, pumping till it was hard again. he shuffles his position, his tip prodding at your entrance, the wetness easing him in. he watches in fascination as your fluttering cunt seemed to be sucking him in each time he pressed against it.

he spreads your legs further apart, bringing your knees up your sides, finally pushing his cock in you so slowly you wanted to move your hips down. but it was times like this when baek cheon thought ahead, pinning your hands down with your knees so you couldn't move as freely as you'd like. tch, smart bastard.

you sighed in relief when you finally felt all of him in you, your walls squeezing down on his length, waiting for him to move.

he starts off a little uncertain, trying to find a good pace which picks up as he went along. his hands leave your thighs to wrap around your back, hugging you close to him and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

he ruts needily into you, your sensitive bundle of nerves sending burning jolts up your body — arching your back further into him. his hot breaths on your neck move down towards your chest as you feel him press open-mouthed kisses over your skin, lips latching on one of your breasts, his tongue flicking against your hardening nipple sending waves of liquid pleasure down to your already-soaked core.

you could feel the back of your ears burn in shame when the squelching noises of baek cheon's length going in and out of you grew louder and sloppier. you could only hope that there wasn't anyone around to hear this obscene noise.

'm... close... i'm close...

dazed baek cheon who has been reduced to incoherent babbles as he moves against you, lips kissing every inch of your chest, leaving bite marks and bruises on your skin that you were sure you'd have trouble covering up when this was over. he lifts his head, and you can feel his chin resting on your ribs. if only you could see his teary eyes looking at you hazily.

dazed baek cheon whose movements have begun to slow down, drawing out each motion as you feel his hips stutter against you. he thrusts in a few more times before you felt the familiar warmth of his cum staining your insides. his lips met yours for another heated make-out, teeth nibbling on your kiss-swollen lips as he parts away to pull out of your warm walls.

he flips you over clearly not done with you yet.

cheon-ah?

you call out in surprise, not expecting that he still had the energy to go on. baek cheon on the other hand was very much far gone. all that was in his head was to keep on pumping his dick in your sweet and perfect cunny, all shaped up to fit around him like a glove, until you were too full to keep his cum in you. he's always wondered how it would leak out of you if he pressed his hand down on the tiny bump that would form on your stomach.

you were still so wet when he slipped his cock back inside, you feel your walls flutter down on his length, a quiet whine trapped in your throat at the overstimulation of your sensitive nerves. your lover mummers apologies as he kisses up and down your bare back, his hands holding onto yours to keep them in place.

where... ah! did you... haah... learn all these from?

your poor thing, you weren't even given the chance to finish your sentence when a deep thrust into you had your voice trailing off into desperate moans. thankfully muffled by the sheets you'd buried your face in. the lack of your sight and movements from being pinned down by baek cheon on top of you had shifted all your focus down to your sloppy hole getting drilled mercilessly like rabbits in heat.

your mind feels as though there were cotton balls filled in them, quickly going blank as the air in your lungs left in a cry, your whole body trembled under your lover, back arching into the bed as you feel all the heat in your body leaving through your pussy and soaking the sheets under you.

kissing you on your shoulder, your lover helps you through your high, gently grinding against you until your trembling ceased. baek cheon cums again with a choked-back grunt, pulling out of you, watching the way his dick and your cunt were connected by a translucent, sticky string of slick.

sorry for the mess, i'll clean you up right now...

responsible baek cheon who always took the time and care to make you comfortable before going to bed. he'd usually have a bucket of water and towels sitting at the corner of the room on nights you and him had sex. but with how spontaneous it had been tonight, he was ashamed to find out that he had nothing prepped.

responsible baek cheon who had picked up his discarded top to clean you up with, even flipping you on your back to do the job properly only to have you kick it out his hands and find himself getting pulled back into bed by your side.

clean up tomorrow...

you murmur, snuggling up against him, yawning from exhaustion.

sweet baek cheon who concedes to your demands, his stiff body relaxing in defeat, knowing that he'd never win against you. throwing a spare blanket over your bodies, he pulls you closer, wrapping you up nice and warm. watching you fall asleep in his arms as he too feels his eyelids grow heavy.

he presses his lips on the crown of your head for a final kiss and finally lets his tired body rest for the night.

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blossoming-mind-palace · 3 days

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ROTBB First Time Headcanons (NSFW/Minors DNI)

An anonymous request. Work left me burnt out so I used this to get my creative juices flowing again. Written with a GN reader in mind.

Chung Myung

So you know how he has canonically big hands?

Guide him and he'll become the fingering king in no time. He already has long fingers, so you just need to tell him where to go, what to do, and how fast to do it.

Staying on the topic of hands he's grabbing everything because A. Grabbing your bits is funand B. He wants to see how you react.

Surprisingly good at foreplay, and it makes you wonder if he’s read a couple of books on this or not.

Also bricked up and if you comment on this he will get cocky. (pun intended lmaoooo)

It might be his first time, but holy shit he has stamina thanks to his training. Even if he finished too soon he's going back in. Will not stop until you've finished.

Probably started out with missionary for the first round but will want to try other positions later in the night.

Kind of guy to finish inside of you, stay inside for a minute, and then accidentally get hard again from staying inside. (wrap it before you tap it)

Baek Cheon

He tries to be super romantic during his first time because he thinks that's what you want and he desperately wants to impress you. He’s a perfectionist, so he tries to make everything perfect.

Probably took you on a nice little date first. Has prepped his room ahead of time in case he gets lucky. He's got candles, towels, etc.

Normally you don't plan your first time, but he keeps this stuff on hand just so he can be prepared

And when he does get lucky he’ll concentrate more on giving his partner a pleasurable experience than his own satisfaction

Tries so hard to spoil his partner, but you should uno reverse it. He’ll get flustered and ask if it’s okay that he’s receiving all of this attention. Please continue pleasuring him he really likes it.

Going to go with missionary first because it’s easy and he wants to see how you react to his performance. If you want to continue spoiling him ride him during round 2 and he’ll be in heaven.

I also headcanon him as being bricked up but he needs to learn how to uhhh… wield the blade? Again? But like a different blade if you know what I mean? I need to stop bye-

Jo Geol

He doesn't know what he's doing. He's received advice, read romance novels, etc. but he’s still awkward. But then again who isn't awkward during their first time?? He's trying his best and that's all that matters.

Will try really hard to be romantic, but he’s extremely nervous. Will tell you he’s nervous, because admitting that he’s nervous helps calm him down. Idk why it just works.

Please reassure him and tell him he’s doing a good job.

Communicates a lot and is very loud. The more you stimulate him, the louder he’ll get. Isn’t shy when it comes to dirty talking with you.

He strikes me as a doggy-style kind of guy. Idk why.

Not as well-endowed as the last two but it’s about the motion of the ocean. He’s a quick learner so he’ll learn how to hit it right after a couple of tries.

Yunjong

Really reserved and shy, so you’ll have to take the lead with this one. There’s no way he’d initiate something so scandalous.

If he makes any moves he’ll be really polite and constantly ask if what he’s doing is okay and if you feel good.

A blunt partner would make him soooo flustered, but he’s secretly turned on by a partner like that.

Yunjong wants to be dominated and bottom. Like he’ll top if you want him to, but he really likes watching you ride him. Find the thought of you getting off while using him like a dildo really hot, but you could never get him to say that out loud.

Discovers that he likes receiving hickeys, but can’t stand the embarrassment that comes with people seeing them. If you mark his neck please teach him how to use makeup to cover them up.

Jo Geol notices him during his walk of shame and Yunjong gets interrogated. Jo Geol was waiting for you two to get together and won a bet thanks to you guys.

Sweating nervously and giving vague answers when people ask him where he was last night, but everyone knows. He doesn’t say anything, but his nervous body language gives everything away.

Yu Iseol

Ugh, I wish they would develop her more. I love her but she’s so hard to write for.

She seems quiet and stoic but if you're trying to seduce her she will get a little flustered.

Her flusteredness is very subtle though. It’s a blink and you might miss it kind of thing.

Her cheeks turn slightly red and she can't hold eye contact for as long as she normally does.

Literally has no idea what she's doing. She has no prior experience or advice so she's in the dark. Please help guide her or be the dominant one.

Trying to figure out what she likes/dislikes and vice versa.

I feel like she wants to top, but you’ll have to tell her what to do and if you like it or not.

She also likes bottoming, and when you top you should overstimulate her. She won’t say it out loud but you can tell based on her expressions that she really enjoys it.

Doesn’t moan a lot so you’ll have to gauge your performance based off of her facial expressions and body language.

Likes it when you play or pull on her hair.

If she does a good job, please tell her. She loves being praised.

Lee Songbaek

Sweet boy

Another one that asks if everything he's doing is okay and is very gentle with you because he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you.

He discovers that he’s a big fan of foreplay. Really likes to make you a panting mess before the main event happens.

Like Yu Iseol, I headcanon him as a switch.

I feel like he’d want to do the face-off position during his first time. That or any position where his partner faces him because he likes the intimacy.

Also likes to watch you get off when you’re on top of him.

He seemed shy at first, but after you’ve seen each other inside and out (hahahahah) he’s going to be more honest and bold

Wants you to untie his hair and pull on it

Jin Geumryong

Another one I struggle to write for…

You have feelings for this guy? Bless your heart.

Likes being dominant and in control, but finds a witty partner that fights back exciting.

If you try to fight for dominance you’re not gonna win. Nice try though!

Probably discovers that he’s into brat taming, and wants to do freakier shit but waits until next time because he doesn’t want to scare you off.

Will ask to tie you up to see if you two enjoy it, and you do.

When he marks you for the first time, he finds out he really likes making you squirm and will do it again.

Also enjoys overstimulating you.

Like Chung Myung, he will want to keep going until you’ve finished too. He might be a little mean but he’s not going to leave you unsatisfied.

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jacksonlywife · 5 months

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Return Of The Mount Hua Sect Characters React To Their Spouse Kiss Their Cheek

(GN!Reader)

TW: Blood, dismemberment

Cheongmyeong:

Cheongmyeong being the rowdy, self destructive, well known man at the Mount Hua Sect. He isn’t one to hug or kiss his loved ones. I’m pretty sure his type of affections would be physical abuse. I mean. Have you seen his training? Wild. No one dares to question how you gained his affection as a lover. They probably think of you as some kind of witch of sorts.

Though they are grateful for you because you manage to tame this troublemaker at times when you're around. For example he’ll sit straight when you pass by. He’ll fix his hair if he catches you looking. Those small little things you noticed about him while you were around made you want to give him a reward of some sort.

You quickly went up to your boyfriend which he tilted his head in confusion at your sudden reveal but that was replaced with a look of shock as you kissed his cheek.

Cheongmyeong went red.

“What the hell.?” He says mumbling, flushing furiously but quickly softening up as he touches the part you kissed.

“Thanks for being good for me.” You smile knowing he loved praise. His face reddened further and he hugged you from behind as you were about to walk away and opened his mouth.

“My turn.”

Baek Cheon:

Baek Cheon being a favourite at the sect was no surprise. He was strong, fit, and handsome. Many people had their eyes on him. His kind personality also caught them on hooks. Surprisingly you were the one getting confessed to. He will not hesitate to show you off and talk about you. Some people have gotten used to the fact Baek Cheon likes to rant about you. So they sigh and wait for the rant to begin.

Your boyfriend was training and you wanted to surprise him. You jumped out the bushes and kissed him on the cheek making him flinch ever so slightly.

“H-huh?” His face went as red as a tomato.

“Couldn’t help it.” You tease making him flush deeper.

All of a sudden Baek Cheon cupped your cheeks and landed a small peck on your lips keeping you completely dumbfounded.

“Couldn’t help it.”

Yoo Iseol:

The beauty of the Mount Hua Sect. Known by all and confessed by many. Her expressionless face makes it hard for people to read her but it makes her powerful. An enemy can’t detect if she’s in fear or not making her strong.

You had gotten her love.

You had gotten her time.

You had seen what was behind that expressionless face of hers.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Would be one way to describe it. She may not show it at times but she deeply cares for you. She’d lose limbs for you, slash her face for you, gouge out her eyeballs for you.

Anything for you.

Today you decided to give her something for all that hard work she's done. You slide behind her and place a quick kiss on her cheek making her freeze.

“Huh?” Was all she uttered breaking you out in a smile.

“Just a little kiss.” You replied as she looked as if she were processing something.

“I’ll head out now.” You say about to turn away till you feel a grip on your wrist.

“Can..you do that again?”

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Masterlist of Other Lookism ✨Bullshit✨

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(I hit the link limit on the main one)

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Vasco Appreciation Post

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Johan Seong x Reader: Vision

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Johan Seong x Reader: Home

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Daniel Park with Reader: Two bodies

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Vin Jin x Reader: Music

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Vin Jin x Reader: Your window at night

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Vin Jin x Reader: Studying (First Kiss)

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Vin Jin x Reader: the Cheonliang jacket

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Xiaolong x Reader: Webtoons

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Cheon Taejin x Kwak Jihan: Shouldn't

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Sophia x Male!Reader

Hudson Ahn x Reader: growing older

Eugene x Reader: No smut

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Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Solace

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Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Japanese 101

Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Puppy

Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Flowers

Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Hobbies & Interests

Gen 0 x Reader: Jinyoung, Gapryong

Jinyoung Park x Reader: Jake (feat Jake)

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Treats

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Favourite

Seongji Yuk x Reader: Tanghulu

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Yeonwoo ji

Percy Jackson and the olympians

Luke Castellan

Need a hand? 🏁

Other fandoms

Ramen shop 🍜

Kakashi PTJVERSE ❔🤍

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straykidsnerd255 · 10 months

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Can i request chung myung x a f!reader who uses a bow instead of a sword the f!readers bow can be any type of bow with sakura petals decorated on the sides of the bow

Genre:fluff

The reader is also good at techniques even if she uses a bow to fight she is also very good at using any type of bow

Take care of your health dont put to much preasure on your health!

Here you go! Hope you enjoy this little piece!! I stuck to her using just the bow!!<3

(Name) took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She lifted the bow up and strung up the arrow. She released the breath as she released the arrow. Her eyes snap open when the arrow leaves her fingers and smacks right into the targets center. “Not bad. I didn’t think that you could get away with using a bow instead of a sword.” Chung Myung’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. (Name) rolled her eyes before dropping her arms to her sides.

She placed her hand not holding the bow on her hips and smiled with a raised eyebrow. “I asked and was permitted to use a bow.” She stated simply. Chung Myung rolled his eyes but walked closer to her. His hands drifting towards her arms. He ran them down her arms before taking her hands in his. She smiled before leaning forward. Her forehead pressed against his. They stayed like that for a moment before (Name) pulled back, a grin sat on her lips before she grabbed an arrow and shot it past Chung Myung’s face and into the target.

He looked back at the target to see the arrow had split the other arrow. He turned back to his girlfriend and found her smiling big and laughing at the dumbfounded look on his face. When his mind refocused, she was laughing and darting back to Mount Hua. Chung Myung grinned and darted after her. She was fast for someone that didn’t train the same way as them. She was constantly training her arms and honing her skills.

She skidded to a halt when she saw the Sect doors and turned to see Chung Myung nearing her. “You are gonna be late again!” She called out, pushing open the doors and darting into the sect. The master’s and other trainees watched as she turned around and slid to a halt. Chung Myung throwing open the doors and staring her down. A wild grin on his lips. She mirrored his smiled and held her bow at the ready. “What the hell is going on?” Baek Cheon asked, his arms crossed as he looked at the two.

Everyone else was laughing but they stayed out of their way. The two were very unpredictable when it came to their everyday game of tag. (Name’s) grin continued to widen as she drew the bow string back further. However, she wasn’t able to release the arrow as Chung Myung stood a mere inch from her face. His lips almost brushing hers. “Nice try sweetheart. You almost had me.” He said, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers before turning and walking away, his hands clasped behind his back and a lazy ‘I just won again’ smile on his lips.

(Name) snorted before releasing the tension in the string and placing the arrow back in the quiver. She lifted the delicately designed bow in her hand. A content smile drifting across her lips. The white paint with the pink cherry blossoms staring back at her. She slung the bow over he body and walked towards her and Chung Myung’s shared room to put her bow and arrows back. Once she had placed them on the table next to the window, she laid on the bed and sighed when her body melted.

“You know, you could come and train with the others. Who knows, maybe you will need to pick a sword up.” Chung Myung called out causing (Name) to lift her head up and look at him. “I’ll think about it. For now, I need sleep.” She mumbled the last part as her eyes drooped and she curled into the pillow. Chung Myung smiled a this girl before walking towards the blanket at the end of the bed and covering her with it. He walked to the front of the bed and fixed the blankets around her shoulder.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her cheek. “You did well today. I watched your training in the forest. I’m proud of you.” He whispered, straightening out and walking out of the room. A smile drifted across her face as she listened to his words replay in her mind. She pulled the blankets up around her face and fell further into sleep. She was happy and content. She had a wonderful place to call home, a group of kids she called family, and a boyfriend that loved her beyond anything. (Name) wasn’t going to leave. Not for anything.

#Female Reader #Chung Myung #requested #anon #enjoy #return of the mount hua sect

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https-immotmari · 4 months

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❝ I had really sweet dreams yesterday ❞ ─── rules!

. . . . . Before one's request, let's set some ground rules, alright?

this blog will be only for fluff, angst with comfort/happy ending, maybe a bit of yandere and for fun since, for me, I don't want to mix up the two sides of ying and yang. For those who wants the opposite of it, I've already made a side blog, although, it needs some final touches.

please mention/say the gender of the reader in your request, either female or gender neutral! (apologies to those who wanted a male!reader, I'm still not yet ready, hopefully in the future I will)

I can only take up to 3-4 character per request, there's honestly a lot of characters in the fandoms I'm in so yeah ^^

please don't request anything lewd, I'm still a minor.

with your request, you guys can detail it as much as you want since sometimes my brain just needed a head start to come up with a scenario/story.

please be respectful and patience with me, and anymore writers, since I also have a personal life out of social media.

your request can be either romantic or platonic.

also, don't forget to mention if you want headcannons, short scenarios, etc, etc. I don't write/tolerate anything disgusting or uncomfortable like incest, pedophilia, racism, etc.

If I may feel uncomfortable with any request, which is gonna be rare, I can always decline it. . . . . Now, with the rules done, let's get into the fandoms!

fandoms that mari is in and writes for: reminder: that the names with the color purple on it are indicating that they are strictly platonic

study group - gamin yoon, hanwool phi, minhwan ma, jiwoo lee, heewon choi, sehyun kim, jun lee, hankyeon lee, geonyeob park, minhee jang, siwon cheon, sunchul kim, hyeonu lee, (may possibly add more) blood of the butterfly - maehwa baek, jaeyon shing, sara lopez, hajin seo, (may possibly add more) akuneko (devil butler with [a] black cat) - all of the devil butlers + muu, (may probably add more) i became the male lead's adopted daughter - phileo, leonia, (may possibly add more) zomgan - mirae on, (may possibly add more) becoming the dark hero's daughter - lea/leticia, jade de lewelton, duke kallen de lewelton, marianne de lewelton, (might add more) project sekai - vivid bad squad, wonderlands x showtime, (may add more since I've still have to read the other bands stories) twisted wonderland - possibly all + grim and ortho (except for the adults and event characters) surviving as a maid in a horror game - adrian caiser von der paltzgraf, hilda (might add more)

#❝ I had really sweet dreams yesterday ❞ ─── rules!#devil butler with black cat #manhwa x reader #project sekai #project sekai x reader #zomgan #twisted wonderland #study group webtoon #I became the male lead's adopted daughter #becoming the dark hero's daughter #surviving as a maid in a horror game #xreader

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emojellyace08 · 7 months

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Hii-! I have come back with a very weird and strange request. Can we have a reader who is perfect in every way. But..the catch is..what if they weren't human?..like maybe like a Angle,demon,succubus/Incubus or a siren?? Idk something not human! How would u think the lookism characters react to it and how would they find out? Also reader is a good fighter!!

Its fine if this request is so weird and you don't want to write it I totally understand!! Please do ignore this Also have a nice day/evening or night♡

♡"Lookism Men x Demon! Female Reader" ♡

A/N: Thx for the request! I'm personally going to enjoy this one bc I really like horror/supernatural kind of genre and I'm going to be inspired by some of my fav manga characters and their abilities but I'll make other ideas for this character/oc? (which is just not really obvious on my media here lol). Genre: not really fluff and lemon ; slight angst (but there are some cute parts though) TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of g*re, bl**d, organs/limbs, mut*lat*on, mentions of social anxiety and depressive episodes, kidnapping, cannibalism, trust issues, toxic relationships at some parts, NOT FOR SENSITIVE AND YOUNG AUDIENCES Another thing, if you're having thoughts like these I suggest that you don't read this. It's okay if you like gore and the horror genre but don't take anything personally! And stay safe and healthy (keep your physical and mental health in check)

Guide: Y/N (Your Name/Self Insert)

Age: (same age with the character of choice)

Sex: Female (feel free to change if you're uncomfortable)

Abilities: body mutilation, regeneration, immortality (slowly getting physically or looking old but you do have a birthday), clone making, weapon making, strategic planning, whatever else you want to add in.

Talents: *self insert*

Weaknesses (I want to give her some flaws): hand to hand combat, weakness of fire/heat, bad luck, (Bonus!: overthinker in calculations, slow memory and naïve at times, poor eyesight, lacks leadership and socializing, easily gets distracted, short tempered)

Is her powers cursed? Nobody knows. Though the only way to break it and to make her finally rest in peace is to learn how to love (cheesy Ik but let me explain later on). Not meaning to be edgy, but she hears voices in her head and she hallucinates of a beautiful (almost perfect) looking girl saying nasty things for her to do. Good thing she can control it at times.

Gun Park/Goo Kim/James Lee (DG)/ Yoojin (Eugene)/Olly Wang/Jiho Park (villain arc)/ Cheon Taejin/ Charles Choi (Elite)/ Tom Lee/ Baek Hangyul/Jinyoung Park

Oh boi, they seem to be chill and unbothered about your abilities but you know deep down that they're probably planning something about you. You're going to be a great weapon machine. Yoojin, Goo, and Baek might even acknowledge this as a great feat. But you know that behind that smile there's a foul intention hiding.

(Not promoting this behavior!): You seem to have trouble with trusting your peers making socializing hard for you. It may seem to be an easy task for most people but it can be a challenge for you. You may be good with your preferred hobbies but you know deep down that doing simple tasks in your daily life can be troubling. Good thing that he has your back for most times to protect you from harm, even if you're immortal.

This might sound toxic but I think most guys in this list/category will probably use you for their own advantage. Whether it's for strategic planning or in a physical fight he will be willing to train you because he believes that you got so much crazy potential. It's no big deal (no pun intended) for him if you got your arm or leg broken if you even got regenerative abilities (Jinyoung might kidnap and drug you out of "pure" curiosity of what the hell is your body capable of). It's also another interesting thing if you can make your own weapons. At least you can defend yourself from opponent's attacks even when you're losing. But he thinks that your abilities is not enough. You need to train, you need to get stronger since he saw that flaw on you that you depend on weaponry. Expect him to either whoop your ass for a beating everyday or do scientific experiments on you to know if you got more abilities that you are hiding from him and he wants to know your limits. Your endurance, durability, speed, IQ and defense are one of your greatest feats. But you often struggle to take the offense and with your strength, stamina and you need more battle knowledge plus experience. He wants to make you his greatest weapon.

It may be easy for them to just beat you in one punch or kick, but he knows that he may be fighting death. It doesn't mean that he's better at hand and hand combat is that you're not going to bring your guard down. You got your weapons and the only way to evade your attacks is if he is fast enough or if he has insane durability. Despite appearing as a normal being at times, you get easily agitated and stressed. This may trigger your powers and even a single scratch or drop of blood can produce another clone of you own even if it's a really slow process. And you getting pissed off is dangerous, it can cause chaos on your surroundings and you might even unintentionally harm the ones you consider your family. He might consider training your attitude though.

He might even make theories or hypothesis about your abilities. Is it a curse or is it really on your genes? But so far he knows that based on what you said, you never really find or felt love even from your close "friends" or family. He asked why you felt this way but you just don't really know the answer. If you actually get to know each other and have a deep connection he might actually like you, though at times it's just not obvious. He might not be the most affectionate but he promises that he'll try to be more gentle with his approach. You don't know if you could trust that though.

Sinu Han/Kuroda Ryuhei/Vin Jin/Gongseob Ji/Doo Lee/Jake Kim (Goo Kim ; a bit he's more chill than the others above)

Another one who's not really disturbed by your abilities or yourself. But he's not going to use you either. He's fine with you being a succubus or a demon as long as you won't hurt anybody intentionally. Though he can't help but to be amazed by it. "Wow! You can really do that? Can you show me a trick of yours or something?" "Do I really look like a dog to you?" He's just going to let you be. You are you and he wants you to live your best life.

GORE WARNING: He's not really demanding you to help him to deal off his enemies but he'll still appreciate your help nonetheless. But he'll still get really worried about you since he deeply cares tbh. He knows that you're not really a pro with hand to hand combat. But your creation ability and regenerative powers is a great advantage. But he doesn't want you to get hurt. Trust me he'll be in a state of shock when you started crying when you broke your arm or when it got cut off. Your limbs may have the ability to grow back, but you can still feel the pain and it may take a while for it to grow another clone of yours. So it's best if you don't make him worried, he can handle this business on his own.

He lowkey gets scared when you have an episode (like for example when Tomie grows another clone of hers when being triggered or mutilated). He wants to help you out as possible to just stop the drama but he doesn't know how to approach you when these events happen. He will try his best to comfort you though after.

He always feels bad that you experience getting mutilated over and over again. As you explained to him, the more you get revived, you slowly lose your humanity and sense of empathy. You often tried your best to mingle with other people but you end up being awkward and coming out as loud and strong to them making most avoid you. This frustrates you a lot as you want to live peacefully but your powers won't just let you be. He will try his best though in including you to social events and daily activities like partying and spending time with his friends and acquaintances so he hopes that you'll enjoy and appreciate his efforts! And if you're in a romantic relationship with him, he'll make you feel that you are worth it and he'll make you feel loved. Who knows the devil inside you might calm down for a while as you enjoy your moments with him.

Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)/Jace Park/Eli Jang/Warren Chae/Jerry Kwon/Lineman/Brad Lee/Kwak Jihan & Jibeom/Jiho Park/Yuseong/Duke Pyeon/Xiaoleoung

He was a bit concerned with your abilities, almost not believing you at first if you asked me. Daniel might understand you more than the other guys in this list because of his ability to pass his consciousness with his two bodies at will. For sure you know that he was a bit scared about what you are capable of. Though he tries to be respectful with your feelings as possible since he doesn't want you to feel left out or feel misunderstood. Vasco, Jerry, Lineman, and Zack may ask questions again while you can hear his voice getting shaky mixing with his curiosity. (Cannibalism warning!) "Yo-You're a demon? Do you eat humans?" "I can if I want to make myself more powerful. But in exchange of that, I will completely loose my control over myself. So not necessarily because I don't want to. My diet is composed of what humans eat so you don't have to be scared, though it's understandable if you want to distance yourself from me." "NO NO IT'S OKAY I PROMISE!" "SH! BE QUIET!"

With the other more mature guys in this list, he may ask why you have the ability to make yourself to be stronger with you eating others. "It depends on the person. If I consumed a beautiful teenager around my age, I might be able to resemble like her or get some of her striking attributes like her prettiness. Or if I ate a powerful opponent, my hand to hand combat or creation will get more stronger and deadlier. It can probably enhance my regenerative powers but I wouldn't risk it. It can feed her up at have complete control over my body." "Who's her?" he asked as you pointed something behind his back with the coldest eyes. "Behind you." (ANOTHER THING! If someone is completely concerned or is actually really emotionally close with you they might see what you're seeing. It's a really pretty girl almost resembling like you, but her physical appearance has no flaws. But the one of the main difference between the two of you is that her attitude is, well not really pleasing and good if you asked me. She can't also touch other people but she can control you when you're experiencing uncontrollable negative emotions, hence it's the reason why you switch personalities in times of stressful events).

He'll be in a state of panic when you limbs got cut off again. He might take you to the nearest hospital but you told him that doctors will probably hold an experiment on you if they learned about your regenerative abilities. So the only solution he can make up with is him stitching your limbs together so you wouldn't produce another clone. After some weeks your body is back to normal and there is no hint of scars on your arms and legs. He is relieved that you are feeling better now.

You mentioned of how you never felt satisfied with your daily life despite being talented at the things you do. He may ask the reason why but you couldn't really find the answer. You often see your classmates chatting and having a great time, why couldn't you have that too despite helping them out when they need assistance? Are you not enough? Are you boring or too loud? Are you ugly? You couldn't even know the answer. The only theory he can make up is that your insecurities and hatred against other people can feed up the "demon" in you to be stronger and take over you. And that hallucination of yours is a reflection of your wrath, envy, and greed getting stronger if you loose control because of you looking for your own perfection. So you got to take a hold on yourself and actually start appreciating yourself. He doesn't blame you if you feel insecure about yourself, but you got to start to change and be more open to everybody even to him if you need advice in your life. He'll make you remind that despite having your own flaws, your kindness shouldn't be abused by other people who wants to take advantage of it and he's thankful that you helped him out in his darkest times when others can't or don't want to. And you shouldn't bring yourself down most of the times. But your "friend" is not pleased with this though. She often reminds you that you're just a pawn to be used by other people and how you wouldn't be strong or approachable without her. Often gaslighting you at times since she's scared of getting physically weaker because of your humanity taking over. So you and him have to work hard to make this bitch calm down. He'll give you lots of hugs and kisses and whispering to your ear about how he loves you. It's your guardian angel helping you out as best as possible battling with your worst enemy, the devil in your head and consciousness.

Samuel Seo/Johan Seong/Hudson Ahn/Daniel Park (post-Gun training arc)/Jace Park/Magami Kenta/Kwak Jichang/Taesoo Ma/Mandeok

He's not really surprised or disturbed by this discovery. But that doesn't mean he's not concerned. It might have hurt on your part to be cut off over and over again. And it might not be obvious since he's mostly calm at times but he doesn't like it when he sees you experiencing this phenomenon. It may have been something along with black magic or a curse even if he doesn't really believe in those unrealistic stuff. But so far he believes that what you're experiencing is not scientifically possible.

A little background story: He'll be asking why your devil just wouldn't leave you alone. You explained to him that you didn't knew either as you just woke up with no prominent scars or wounds on your body. You remembered being in a fight with your so called "friends" who have betrayed you and who have taken your life somewhere between the woods when they asked you out for camping. The authorities couldn't lock them up because of lack of evidence against them. Then you just woke up on your house like nothing happened. You were shocked that the year was different from when you died, maybe around 1987. You tried making contact with the people you used to know in your past life but you couldn't get a hold on them. They're probably dead or they may have forgotten about you. You just didn't know. He suggested if you got reincarnated in a new body but it's far from truth. Your body still looked exactly the same like in the past. And it just doesn't make sense if you woke up with a devil whispering to your ear about the nastiest shit ever and you just don't age at all.

He'll also be in a state of shock the moment your body produces another clone or when your limbs got cut off. He doesn't know what to do since you producing a clone that gets stronger can affect your mental health and you're both in the middle of a fight that can harm both of your lives. He will have a hard decision if he should just run away with you or fuck up that bastard's face for getting you hurt.

Like I said, they might not be the most affectionate out of the bunch but some of them are more mentally stable than the others above except for Samuel and Johan but anwaysss. He'll make sure that you eat normally and sleep well. He'll have a chat with you there and then so it wouldn't trigger your negative emotions and keep them in control. And he'll also spend his quality time with you even when he's tired like cuddling with you on the bed and giving your head some pecks.

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kyannae · 2 years

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request info.

indicators:

✦ ─ actively in the fandom

✿ ─ sort of left the fandom

rules:

1. strictly no nsfw allowed in any requests. suggestive is allowed, things like kissing is allowed.

2. limit yourself to a maximum of 3 characters per requests.

3. be patient, i have a life outside of tumblr - i am not free 24/7 to attend to your request.

4. do not request for any character that I won't be writing for. if you are unsure, please just ask.

5. state the pronouns and gender of the reader. if not, i will assume the reader is gn, and going by they/them.

6. i write for character x reader, character x character (some).

7. i do not write for fem!reader. only gn!reader and male!reader.

fandoms and people i will be writing for:

hunter x hunter (✿)

1. gon (no suggestive themes)

2. killua (no suggestive themes)

3. kurapika

4. illumi

5. chrollo

demon slayer (✿)

1. tomioka giyuu

2. kocho shinobu

3. kamado tanjiro

4. agatsuma zenitsu

5. kamado nezuko

6. tsuyuri kanao

7. hashibira inosuke

8. kanroji mitsuri

9. kyojuro rengoku

10. shinazugawa sanemi

11. tokito muichiro

lookism (✦)

1. hong jay yeol

2. daniel park

3. mira kim

4. zoe park

5. zack lee

6. lee euntae (vasco)

7. crystal choi

8. jong gun

9. johan seong

10. eli jang

11. dg (diego)

12. joon goo

tokyo revengers (✿)

1. manjiro (mikey)

2. emma

3. shinichiro

4. izana

5. kakucho

6. ran

7. rindou

8. sanzu

9. senju

10. hina

nijisanji (✦) <- just entered fandom

1. ike eveland

2. vox akuma

3. shu yamino

4. mysta rias

5. kanae

6. luca kaneshiro

7. nina kosaka

blue lock (✦) <- just entered fandom

1. isagi yoichi

2. meguru bachira

3. kunigami rensuke

4. chigiri hyoma

5. nagi seishiro

6. reo mikage

7. itoshi rin

8. itoshi sae

9. michael kaiser

10. alexis ness

11. niko ikki

return of the blossoming blade (✦) <- just entered fandom

1. cheongmyeong

2. baek cheon

3. yoo iseol

#✿ kyan's req info.

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sanijcake · 7 months

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Between Fiction and Reality

This may not be too important since it's more focused on giving you the basics (again) but I promise the next chapter is where you will meet the characters ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Chapter 4: Ready Set Work!

Hwang Mun-Yak, a shrewd and calculating man, is the president of the Eunha Trading Company. He had a reputation for making decisions based solely on the potential benefits he could gain. He didn't care about a person's background or origin; he cared about what they could bring to the table. So, when he purchased a child slave, it raised eyebrows and sparked curiosity.

Zhang Jun sat nervously in one of the opulent chambers of the Hwang family. As a slave trader, Zhang was accustomed to dealing in the business of buying and selling human lives, but this encounter was different.

As Zhang Jun faced Mun-Yak and his enigmatic gaze, he pondered a question that had been asked silently: What value did Mun-Yak see in the child he had bought? What value did he see in you for him to take notice of you?

Zhang Jun thought really deeply as he sat down with the Hwangs. All three of them sat around the circle table, discussing something regarding you.

"President Hwang, allow me to shed light on the child’s history," Zhang Jun began, choosing his words carefully.

"This child, despite her unfortunate circumstances, possesses a unique set of qualities that transcends her current situation. She is remarkably resilient, resourceful, and possesses an innate intelligence that is, dare I say, exceptional," Zhang Jun explained, hoping to emphasize the positive attributes that might have caught Hwang Mun-Yak's discerning eye. However, he remembered what happened a few moments before. He nervously sweats at that embarrassing memory.

“Though her resilience can be an issue from time to time, she is very capable.” Jun took a moment to compose himself, recalling the embarrassing incident from earlier, and hoped that Mun-Yak would appreciate the overall picture rather than fixate on a single awkward moment.

Zhang Jun awaited Mun-Yak's response, hoping that his explanation would assuage any concerns and convince the president of the profound value the child held.

Are there more? "Hwang Mun-Yak asked while he drank his tea.

Zhang Jun hesitated for a moment. “I was told that the child was an illegitimate child from a previous lord in a small village near the seas. The mother of the child was a woman who was said to be from an island far away. Her journey to our lands was not a choice but a result of being taken from her homeland by a merchant who sold her to the previous lord.”

Jun paused, carefully remembering the information he had. "From what little I could remember, the lord was captivated by her exotic beauty and took her as one of his concubines."

Zhang Jun continued, "The relationship, however, was short-lived. After the birth of the child, the lady fell gravely ill and, unfortunately, succumbed to her ailment. Right after the lady’s death, the previous lord died right after. The child’s half-older brother took the position as the new lord, and he tried selling the child as a slave.”

Hwang Mun-Yak continued to absorb the information about the child from Zhang Jun as his gaze at his teacup penetrated it with his thoughtful look. The story of the child's origins and her half-brother’s actions left a sour taste in the air. “A few moments ago, outside, I noticed that you and your caravan had been traveling for a very long time. May I ask where you were planning to sell her before I decided to buy her from you, Mr. Zhang? ”

Jun sweats from the question, "I will admit originally considering giving her to the Jang family as a gift for their child and as potential buyers. However, your timely offer to purchase her changed the course of events. It is only fitting that you are the one to decide her fate now, President Hwang."

The room fell into a momentary silence as Mun-Yak contemplated the narrative. "Thank you for the information, Mr. Zhang. Here, this is a reward for your assistance."

A bag of gold coins was put on top of the expensive table. Zhang Jun's eyes widened as he beheld the bag of gold coins on the table, the glint of the metal captivating him. He felt his hands trembling from the glittering money that was presented in front of him. Those glittering gold coins before him were a testament to the success of his latest transaction.

"Ah, President Hwang, your generosity knows no bounds," Zhang Jun said, his voice tinged with a hint of greed thinly veiled behind a facade of gratitude. "As a humble trader, I am honored to have played a part in bringing valuable information. I assure you that should you ever require my services in the future, I will be at your disposal."

Hwang Mun-Yak nodded, acknowledging Jun's thanks, though he couldn't help but notice the insatiable hunger in the trader's eyes. "That would be unnecessary; your cooperation and the information you provided about the child are enough," Mun-Yak replied, his tone holding a hint of caution.

But before Zhang Jun could attempt to further curry favor, Mun-Yak gestured toward the door, signaling the end of their discussion. Zhang Jun, clutching the bag of gold coins tightly in his hand, left the room with hesitation. It was a transaction, yes, but an opportunity to have a secure connection with the influential Eunha Trading Company. would greatly benefit him.

"Father, do you really think this is a good idea?" The man next to Mun-Yak finally voiced out his concern about the whole situation.

Mun-Yak responded without a hint of emotion. "What do you mean, Jongui?"

Jongui hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Father, I know you felt bad for the child, but to this extent? Do we really need to know about her background when she will only be a servant here?"

"I am not blind, Son."

Jongui felt a chill run down his spine at the firmness in his father's voice. Straightening his back, he braced himself for what would come next. Mun-Yak continued, "I planned to observe the child to see how capable she is. If my opinion about her turns out to be true, we will take responsibility for her."

Mun-Yak stands up from his seat and walks to the window, gazing at the scenery before him. Jongui gazes at him with utmost curiosity. Wondering what his father may be thinking. "But if she turns out to be useless, we will leave her as a maid in training."

As Jongui gazed at his father, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled within him. His father's decision to go to such lengths for a mere child troubled him deeply. He wondered what had compelled his father to take such a keen interest in the child.

Jongui knew his father well, and he understood that Mun-Yak was not a man to act impulsively. There had to be something about the child—something that Jongui himself had yet to see—that had motivated his father to make this unusual move.

Eventually, Jongui decided to trust his father's judgment. Mun-Yak had built the Eunha Trading Company into a formidable force through shrewd decision-making and an innate ability to recognize potential. If he believed that the child held value beyond that of a common slave, there had to be a compelling reason.

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Meanwhile,

By the time you woke up from the void, you were greeted by a very extravagant room. The extravagant room you woke up in was impressive. “I feel very rich inside this room.”

You hummed as you were admiring the room design. Mr. Rich should have let one of his people put you here. You were thankful for the generosity.

Ping*

A ping was heard. You look at where the sound came from, only for the colors of your face to drain.

[100 curl-ups| 100 right punches and left punches| 100 push 100 left kicks and right kicks]

“Maomao, what the fuck are these?! ”

A very scared and nervous Maomao appeared before you; they trembled from the glare you gave her. “Those are commissions! You have to do it or else you’ll be punished. Please don’t get angry at me! ”

Maomao cried as she moved far away from your heart.

“Commissions? "You look up at the blue screen with the ‘commissions’. “Ah, I get it, but it doesn’t explain why it has to be intense. ”

You gave Maomao a look and a gesture at your figure. “As you can see, Maomao, I have the body of a weak child. What do you think I could do? "You made an exaggerated gesture to the screen, “all of these without fainting every second!" ”

To Maomao’s credit, they answered your question. “Um, improvise? ”

You sighed. The sudden appearance of these demanding commissions was far from what you expected. Realizing that Maomao was probably not the best source for empathy in this unfortunate situation.

"Improvise, huh?" you muttered to yourself, eyeing the list of physical tasks. "Well, let's see what we can do here."

You decided to start with the curl-ups. Instead of the full 100, you opted for a more reasonable number, settling for 20. As you attempted the exercise, you couldn't help but feel the strain in muscles you didn't even know you had. Maomao watched with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Okay, not bad," you said, panting slightly. "Now, the punches."

You adjusted your stance and threw a series of punches, alternating between left and right. You weren't sure if they were up to the standards of a martial artist, but at least you weren't embarrassing yourself completely.

"Push-ups next," you mumbled, lowering yourself to the ground. You were struggling so much but managed to complete 30 before your arms protested vehemently. This was definitely not your usual morning routine.

"Now, kicks," you said, eyeing the remaining tasks. Instead of high kicks, you settled for a more manageable level, kicking the air with moderate intensity. While also feeling the strain in your legs.

"Alright, Maomao, that should do it," you declared, your muscles tense and sore but feeling the accomplishment. "How was that for improvisation?"

Maomao, who had been cautiously observing your attempts, nodded with a hesitant smile. "Um, not bad, Y/n. But the commissions are still not complete. Maybe you can try to do a bit more?"

You groaned, "Alright, Maomao," you said with resignation, "I suppose I have no choice but to finish it. Though I'm warning you, this is going to be a disaster."

Your threat left Maomao shuddering in fear. You were not someone to mess with when you’re angry.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally completed the commissions, panting and sweating heavily. You felt your chest squeeze, wheezing a little. Your weak child's body was not built for such strenuous exercise. Maomao offered you a towel, which you gratefully accepted.

"Good job," she said tentatively, offering you a glass of water. You gulped it down, grateful for the refreshment.

You looked at the commission's screen again, feeling accomplished despite the physical strain. "Alright, Maomao, what happens after I finish the commissions?”

As if to answer your question, another ping was heard. You look at the blue screen, and your eyes widen from the words it displays.

[Congratulations! You have finished your first commission! As a reward for your hard work, here are your prizes: 40 Exp.| 3 Free Energy drink<common> | Free QI Energy ]

Maomao grinned, her eyes gleaming with pride. "Congratulations! You did it! Finishing your first set of commissions is a big milestone."

You read the message on the blue screen, and a sense of accomplishment washed over you. The rewards for completing your first commission were better than you expected.

Maomao clapped her hands in delight. "Look at that! You've earned experience points, energy drinks, and even some QI energy. Those rewards will come in handy for your cultivation journey."

"Thanks," you said sincerely, while you stretched your body a little to release the tension in your muscles. "So, what's next after completing these commissions? Do I get more tasks or challenges?"

Maomao shakes her head. "Fortunately for you, no, you will only receive commissions daily, so that was your first commission on this day; tomorrow will be another one."

You grumble at the thought of more commissions, but at least it was only once a day, so maybe you’ll tolerate it for now. "Okay, then, so can you explain to me about the rewards I got? ”

“Sure! "Maomao excitedly responds, “The experience points (Exp) you've earned will be used to level up your character, and you can also sacrifice' Exp for Stats points. The free energy drinks will help replenish your character's stamina, and the free QI energy is a special resource you can use to help replenish your current QI; in fact, you can use it now if you want."

You thought about Maomao’s suggestion, “Hm, maybe let’s focus on replenishing my stamina first, then we can do QI after.” After all, you were so tired from the commission.

Maomao understandably nods and lets you summon one of the energy drinks. You gulp down the whole bottle like a wild animal (which is understandable), and as you finish drinking the whole bottle, you feel your body become light and energized. “Wow! I actually feel very energized; it feels like I didn’t even do an intense workout a few minutes ago.”

Maomao grinned, pleased to see your positive reaction to the energy drink. "They work wonders in replenishing stamina and revitalizing your character. It's a quick fix for when you need a boost during or after challenging tasks."

As you relished in the newfound energy coursing through your virtual veins, Maomao continued, "Now, let's talk about the free QI energy you received. Qi energy is crucial in this world; it's like your character's life force and power source. You can use free QI energy to restore your character's Qi, which is essential for your future abilities and skills."

She guided you through the process of using the free QI energy, explaining the intricacies of managing this vital resource. As you followed her instructions, you felt the replenishing surge of energy within the game, mirroring the real-world rejuvenation you experienced with the energy drink.

"Now that your stamina is replenished and your Qi energy is restored, let us discuss your current state." But before Maomao could finish, both of you heard footsteps coming to your (not really) room. This made both of you panic.

“Oh no, um, let’s continue this another time; for now, just talk via telepathy to communicate with me, okay? ”

As you were about to respond to Maomao, they disappeared from sight. The door also slides open. “I see you are finally awake, esteem guest.”

This is going to be a long day.

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I have been writing this since morning. So many distractions but I was able to write chapter 4 •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

I may be edit it, too tired to bother today (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

#return of the blossoming blade x reader #return of the mount hua sect #chung myung #return of the blossoming blade #chung myung x reader #baek cheon x reader #tumblr milestone #baek cheon #jong yoon x reader #lee songbaek x reader #lee songbaek

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[needed proximity]

potentially part of a [인권유린상자] series depending on how well this goes, i'll add other characters, i.e. chung myung, tang gunak. yes i will find a way to get a 50+ year old man pregnant.

pairing: baek cheon x afab!reader

summary: two sexually repressed losers get stuck in a box.

content warning: cunnilingus // face sitting (kinda) // hair-grabbing // no use of protection or contraceptives (please don't do this irl) // raw-dogging (is this the right term???) // creampie // slightly messy

word count: 1.73k

author's note: smashed falafel subway six inch in a toasted italian herbs and cheese bread with lettuce, tomato, onion. chipotle southwest and honey mustard sauce with two double choc chip cookies and a cold bottle of 600ml sprite.

[18+ NSFW CONTENT BELOW, MINORS DNI]

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so you've gotten yourself trapped in an upright box with the resident pretty boy of your sect you had been seeing for a while.

my congratulations, or my condolences. whichever you prefer.

how you two came to this predicament is none of your concern right now. all your mind could think of was how his chest on your back felt so nice and warm. not to mention how soft it was, surprisingly enough. you unconsciously step back, wanting to feel that soft warmth a little more.

please... don't move so much...

baek cheon pleads, whimpering.

he tried to move away from you, trying his best to think of anything other than your body being so close to his own at that moment. or how his dick had been growing harder with his groin pressed against your bottom. he hoped you were too dense to notice.

unfortunately, the uniform you wore wasn't thick enough to hide his erection resting on your ass.

shouldn't we do something about this?

you finally ask face turned away from him, hiding your embarrassingly excited face. you little pervert.

is that an offer? or a suggestion?

which would you prefer?

he pauses for a moment.

i'll take that as an offer from you.

he leans down, nuzzling against the crook of your neck, hands resting on your hips. he doesn't move — much less breathe or let out a sound, waiting for a green light to do so from you.

what are you stalling for?

please tell me what to do.

he says, he turns you to face him, pushing your back flat on the wall as he falls to his knees at your feet. face resting on your lower tummy and hands ghosting the back of your thighs. his murmuring voice sent shivering vibrations straight to your core.

knowing that your voice would reveal your wonton desires, you run your fingers into his dark locks, grabbing it by the fistful as you push his face downwards — closer to where you wanted him to be.

it was good that he understood quickly. ridding you of your pants and underwear. your knees are lifted, they go over his shoulders and rest on them as his face dives closer to your heated cunt.

you look down to see his nose bumping against your clit, you couldn't see it as well, but his lips move to place feathery kisses over your fluttering hole, dripping in more and more of your slick.

the cause. which was it?

your unrestricted neediness or baek cheon's clumsy expertise? or was it both? it was probably both.

for all his lack of technique, he made up for in eagerness. your every twitch and sigh at his ministrations were his fuel to keep on going and going and going until he felt your thighs shake and close around his head. your hands dig into his hair, nails scratching on his scalp a little harshly as you push his pretty face deeper. his rough hands pin your hips to the walls of your enclosure, it's unpolished surface scratched against your now bare back painfully. the top of your sect uniform had fallen over your shoulders and exposed your binded chest — but even that was slowly loosening, showing more and more of that soft, plush skin.

looking up at you through his half-lidded eyes, baek cheon had to admit this sight of you was utterly sinful. the fact that he was the only one to have the honour of seeing you come undone all over his lips and tongue. he laps at your pulsing entrance, drinking in every drop you released like a parched man in a desert who hasn't seen a sliver of water in years.

the air in the box was getting warmer, the heat gradually growing into a boiling point. the thin sheen of sweat on your skin the evidence.

you felt dazed, all your senses were dulled down to focus on the tightening coil in your abdomen prepping for another release. how many times does this make? four... no, five?

at this rate, you might even pass out before he decides to shove his cock inside.

cheon-ah...

you call out, pushing his face away from your cunt. he had drunken look on his face, his lips a little swollen and his chin wet from how long it had been buried between your legs.

huh?

cheon-ah... in... i want...

you stumbled over your words, feeling embarrassed from having to say things out loud. sure he's eating you out like no tomorrow but asking to fuck you raw was still too bold!

are you asking for this?

he drops you onto his lap, you squealed from the sudden action with your knees still hanging over his shoulders as you folded in half, bare chest pressing on your thighs. baek cheon grinds upwards feeling your wetness get on his clothed crotch.

you gasp at the sensation, still reeling from sensitivity in the aftermath of his ministrations. you feel your legs tremble — if he kept grinding up on you like this...!

he stops.

you whine desperately, bringing your face closer to his, trying to pepper it in kisses just so he'd continue.

you said you wanted it inside.

baek cheon chuckles at your attempts, gingerly lifting your legs off his shoulders to set them back on either side of his hips.

be more patient. let's get you out of these.

his finger tugs at your belt, still tied securely around your waist and holding onto your robes that had fallen off long ago. it unravels quickly, and baek cheon tosses your clothes aside.

you look at him, the gaps in the box you both were in let in enough light to see that he wasn't as much of a mess as you'd thought he would. aside from his missing forehead ribbon and dishevelled hair, everything else in his attire was still in its place.

god, this was so annoying.

his notices that your movements stilled, following your gaze he sees that you've balled your fist on his chest — the fabric of his uniform peaking through your fingers gripping on it tightly.

you want this off?

baek cheon asked, smiling giddily as you nodded. he makes quick work of undressing himself, keeping you occupied as he leans over to kiss you. his mouth on yours felt feverishly hot, the sighs let out in between each time you parted from each other had the hair on your skin stand in anticipation.

his hands rest on your knees, spreading your legs further apart as his lips go from kissing your own down your jaw and on your chin. he drags his teeth down your neck, sending ticklish shivers down your spine. his hands travel up your thighs, slowly, tugging his thumb on your skin. his nibbles on your collarbones and shoulders, humming contentedly as your hands leave long red lines of scratches on his back and arms. you feel him move down to kiss your chest sucking on the flesh enough to leave darker marks on them.

his hands didn't stop even when he reached your hips. he traced his fingers all over your body — pinching, caressing and tugging on the sensitive parts of your skin, or wherever he could reach in this tight space. combine this with all his heated kisses, you felt like you were almost at your limit, and yet you kept holding on because you still hadn't gotten what you wanted.

wrap your legs around me, i'm going to stand up.

he says this with a chaste kiss to your cheek. hooking his arms under your knees, hands supporting your bottom, he lifts you up along with him and doesn't even break a sweat.

you gasp in surprise, and he shushes you with a flurry of pecks. you found yourself gradually relaxing in his arms, his thumb running soothing circles on your skin.

he leans back on the wall, breaking away from the kiss with a thin line of saliva. he rests your forehead on his, catching his breath.

do you still want this?

with a nervous, shaky voice he asks you.

you nod.

really?

you nod again.

if you feel like you don't want to anymore, i can...

cheon-ah, how many times do you want me to say yes?

you giggle at his astounded face, and he soon laughs alongside you. you kiss him, cupping his face, assuring him quietly as he gently brings you down on him.

neither of you have ever done anything like this before, the feeling of him inside you and your warmth enveloping him was so, so foreign. his mind draws a blank, genuinely not knowing what he should do next other than to hold you closer.

cheon-ah... move... please?

he listens to you, as he always did, lifting you up and back down again. his hips bucking up to meet yours, skin slapping against skin, the quiet squelch of his dick covered in your essence pushing and pulling, in and out of your quivering hole. soft gasps and moans filled the space around you, nothing else other than the peak of your highs mattered at that moment.

groaning, baek cheon presses your knees into your chest, pinning you against the wall. this new angle had you seeing stars every time the dull tip of his cock brushed on your sensitive cervix. your clit rubbed against his groin, the hairs covering both your nether regions adding to the friction you felt. your soft, spongy and wet walls clamped down on him so hard that it might as well be you sucking him dry inside.

in a moment of clarity, you feel him twitching. you didn't need any experience to know that he was close, and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. heels digging into his lower back as you push him deep into your soaking cunt.

he thrusts upwards a few more times before you felt his cum spilling inside. his voice reduced to incoherent babbles as he mindlessly pressed his lips on your heated skin. he was still not done, his release eventually dripping out of you and onto the floor.

you kiss and play with his hair as you both slowly came down from your highs, you share a bashful smile. hearts still racing from the intensity of the events that just transpired.

that aside, how were you two getting out of this box?

#enihkwrites #return of the mount hua sect #return of the blossoming blade #return of mount hua #rotbb #rotmhs #baek cheon #baek chun #return of the blossoming blade x reader #return of the mount hua sect x reader #baek cheon x reader #baek chun x reader #i need a gallon of holy water to drown in right neowww!!!#this is so embarassing #im never doing this again #caved in and wrote my first smut #death by cringe #the spirit of my dead grandmother watching over me will be so disappointed.... i should have stuck to sims 4 wicked whims

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Baek Cheon SFW Alphabet

A/N: He's so bby girl <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's a little shy when it comes to affection, but his favorite way to show his affection would be via gift-giving. He's the kind of guy that gives you practical or thoughtful gifts. Has never given you a bad gift.

The second one would be physical affection. We only know a little bit about his childhood, but I have a headcanon that he was emotionally neglected so he's touched starved. He's not super touchy/clingy in public, but behind closed doors he's all over you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's the best friend you can depend on. He's an open book when it comes to his opinions. He'd give you brutally honest life advice and isn't afraid to give you a reality check. Honestly, I think he became that way because of Chung Myung. He's also incredibly loyal and will take your secrets to the grave.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves being held in his s/o's arms. Everyone sees him as their dependable and perfect senior, so it feels nice to let his walls down in front of his partner. He'd enjoy having you lay on his chest, laying on your chest, or spooning and being spooned.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He's already a perfectionist when it comes to his appearance and reputation, so everything else has to be perfect too! He follows recipes to a T and his room is always spotless.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It'd take him forever to tell you because breakups are nerve-wracking. Another respectful lad, but will take a long time to get over you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He's the loyal and slow-burn type of guy. I feel like he'd wait a bit longer than Chung Myung. He probably waited at least five years to put a ring on it. He knows how marriages can go awry, so he's a little nervous about it. He'll warm up to it though, and would want to know everything about you before getting married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentle giant. Physically he treats you like you're glass and tries his best to keep you happy. Doesn't like arguing with you, and tries his best to communicate his feelings to you. He tries to hear you out, but on the rare occasion you two do end up arguing he'll look like a kicked puppy afterward. He will want to reconcile as soon as possible. Even if you two are still made at each other he'll tell you he loves you before bed.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves them, and they're a good way to get him flustered. Surprise him by hugging him from the back and his face will turn red! At the start of the relationship, his hugs are shy and soft, but after a while he'll want to wrap around you like a boa constrictor.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

If he's the one confessing, it'll take him a while to say it. This is because he wants to plan everything and make his confession shoujo-level perfect. If you confess before him his face will be beet red and freeze. His heart is pounding when he quietly says "I love you too".

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I can't see him getting jealous easily. He trusts his s/o and knows they'll be loyal. If he does get jealous he'll get huffy and have a permanent scowl on his face. He'll go quiet, and everyone notices that he's upset. If you don't clear the air his anger will turn into sadness and insecurity. Please clear the air with him, smother him in kisses, and coddle him.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He mostly gives chaste kisses, especially if you guys are near other people. He's a little shy so if you want anything that's more passionate/sensual you'll have to initiate things.

He likes it when you kiss him on his forehead and neck. Loves it when you kiss his forehead before he puts his ribbon on or after he takes it off for the night. It makes him smile subconsciously and gives him butterflies.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's the little brother, so I imagine he's inexperienced when it comes to taking care of kids. (same) He doesn't mind them though! He knows he needs to be gentle and patient with them. I feel like he'd be good at soothing a crying baby, but would struggle with handling an ornery older child.

If he had kids, he'd try really hard to be the perfect parent. He wants to be involved in his kids' lives, tries to learn everything he can about their interests, and he's invested in their academic life. If he's in a modern setting he attends PTA meetings and takes them to all of their after-school activities. Tries to be patient with his kids because I feel like his dad wasn't patient with him. Despite being a perfectionist when it comes to himself, he's okay with his children not being perfect. He'd want to have two kids, but they'd have a big age gap.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's a morning person, so sorry if you're not one. Wakes up early, has a skincare routine, trains, and is a morning shower kind of guy. He makes sure he has a balanced breakfast because it's good for your health and is a good way to start the day.

He naturally wakes up early, so he's normally up before you. Will stay in bed for an extra five minutes if you beg in your morning voice. Is not immune to cuddling during the morning, losing track of time, and then being late to training.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He has a skin and hair care routine. He'd love it if you joined in and did your self-care routine with him. He likes the non-sexual intimacy and domestic aspect of it. It warms his heart. Please spoil him by combing his hair before bed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I feel like he'd share bits and pieces as you guys get to know each other. When you're in a relationship he'll go more into detail about his past and tell you everything. He's an open book, especially when you've known each other for years.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Definitely more mellow after he got his ass handed to him. (thank you Chung Myung)

He wouldn't pick a fight with his partner. If his partner did something that upset him he'd rather calmly talk things out than immediately respond with aggression. He hates going to bed angry so he'll try to smooth things over as soon as possible.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He has a perfect memory when it comes to his partner. He remembers every preference, your quirks, and never forgets the plans you guys make. He remembers most of your conversations and all of your secrets, but no one could waterboard those secrets out of him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moments are when you reassure him that you still love him even when he feels ugly and imperfect. Smother his face in kisses and worship him when he feels like he isn't the best. Tell him that even if he isn't #1 he's still the #1 man in your heart.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

If you're a Mount Hua disciple, he's not too concerned about protecting you. He knows you're strong and can protect yourself. He'll still keep an eye out for you though just in case your opponent is stronger than you expected.

If you're not a disciple he'll try to teach you the basics in self-defense in case he isn't around to protect you. Besides that, he'll gladly be your knight in shining armor. He'll probably show off while defending you too.

Doesn't mind being protected, and he finds your strength really attractive! His ego might deflate though...

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He's a huge perfectionist, so he's a try-hard when it comes to dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc. If it's your anniversary or birthday he's got the whole day planned out. He comes up with the cutest date ideas too, and always makes sure it's something both of you would enjoy.

When it comes to gifts they're either going to be sentimental, homemade, a little pricey, or all three. He's observant so he always knows what you want.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can get a little obsessive over appearances and his reputation. He also freaks out when his plans go awry. He's the kind of guy that needs reassurance. Please give him a kiss and tell him everything will be okay.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I've already stated like twice that he cares a lot about his appearances. He has a skincare and hair care routine. Probably jealous of Chung Myung since he has naturally flawless skin. Before he came to Mount Hua he cared more about the clothes he wore. He'd wear fine, high-quality garments and kept up with trends. He doesn't care as much about fashion since he wears the same uniform every day.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes! If you left him he'd be at a new all-time low. He'd struggle really hard to bounce back. It'd make him depressed to the point where he'd care less about his self-care and training.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves it when you braid or play with his hair. If you comb your fingers through his hair while he lays on your chest he'll become putty in your hands.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

People who are mean to strangers or have bad manners give him the ick.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Unlike Chung Myung, he runs cold. He sleeps with multiple blankets and likes to cuddle while sleeping so he can share your body heat. Kind of random, but he likes to sleep with satin pillowcases. They help prevent split ends and frizz.

Template is from here!

Chung Myung's version / NSFW version (Minors DNI)

#rotbb #return of the blossoming blade #rotmhs #return of the mount hua sect #sfw alphabet #baek cheon #baek cheon x reader #headcanons #fluff

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enihk-writes · 8 months

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me: (lying on my therapist's couch) ok but what if baek cheon x reader with a chang'e and the rabbit on the moon narrative... baek cheon is the rabbit willing to jump into the fire and sacrifice his life while reader is chang'e who is willing to leaves him behind so he doesn't have to die—

#eni's small talk corner #return of the mount hua sect #return of mount hua #return of the blossoming blade #rotmhs #rotbb #baek cheon #baek chun #baek cheon x reader #baek chun x reader #return of the mount hua sect x reader #return of the blossoming blade x reader #i would write this for mid-autumn festival but i have no time #oh to be a uni student by day and fanfic writer by night

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enihk-writes · 8 months

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[i got my red dress on tonight]

pairing: baek cheon x afab!she/her!reader

summary: you were in a wedding dress for an assignment, baek cheon misunderstands the situation.

word count: 7.21k

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content warning: mentions of a death late in the story // brief detailed description of a post-mortem examination

author's note: heavily inspired by that one scene in the crimson wedding arc from yeon lokheun, webtoon chapter 44-45,,,,, oh man,,,,,, it got me thinking for YEARSSSS!!!!! i was running laps and losing my mind!!!! oh my god!!!!! foaming at the mouth,,, yall i have to get it out of my system asap,,,, i let it marinate in my noggin for too long,,, finally i have my perfect lab rat to test the scene on,,,,,,,, baek cheon,,,,,when i catch you,,,,,baek cheon,,,,, grabs him like a squeaking rubber chicken.... i hope yall know im writing this while my main room light is broken and im doing all of this in complete darkness lmao the maintenance takes weeks to get back to me.... OH AND BTW,, the story got so long i had to cut it in half... i think i would have gone insane if i let it run any longer.

[PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY TRIGGERS CAUSED BEYOND THIS LINE]

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the fourth division of the emperor's guard corps was a small unit with members you could count with the fingers on both hands. otherwise known as the unnatural death investigation squad, you and your fellow detectives would take on cold cases from various magistrate offices across the empire, who just couldn't understand why people were suddenly dropping dead like flies without rhyme or reason. most times, it was a restless spirit. other times, it was the work of some unorthodox martial arts cult.

and when it was the latter case, that's when you had to call on other martial artists to deal with their own. civilian government and murim politics shouldn't mix. that was the first and most important unspoken rule everyone had to follow. but it was not that big of a deal to turn a blind eye toward anything not involving the law.

it was from these exchanges you first got to meet baek cheon.

he was by all means a good guy, annoyingly put-together every time you crossed paths with him. it would've been better if he wasn't so sharp to know exactly what would rile you up — made you wonder if there was some ulterior motive for all of this.

it was on the last night of an expedition in some town you didn't even remember the name of anymore. the case was closed with no issue and the spirits had been led into the afterlife smoothly. it was just one of those days when the problem was nipped in the bud early enough that the casualties were kept at a minimum. your fellow detectives had decided to celebrate by drinking and eating at the inn till your pockets were drained.

you let them do what they like, besides, it's been a while since the squad had a proper break from work. it was good to keep things balanced, and if you did run out of money you could always ask the emperor for more.

but there was no doubt that you were growing tired. eyelids growing heavier as the night went on, the noisy chatter of the people around you was lulling you into a short slumber.

miss detective, you shouldn't be sleeping in a place like this.

there was a low voice speaking softly in your ear. you open your eyes a crack to see a hand cradling your head gently. as you slowly came back down to earth, you glimpse at the familiar faces of the mount hua sect disciples talking to your subordinates. chung myung was already ordering multiple bottles of wine as he made himself comfortable at the table seated next to your vice-captain, the others were mingling around. which means—

are you awake, miss detective?

in your drowsiness, you had somehow leaned back far enough to fall out of your chair. baek cheon had caught you just in time and saved you from getting hurt. you should have been thankful, but the embarrassment of having him of all people see this humiliating side of you really ruffled your feathers, and you had to hold back from jolting away out of instinct.

thanks... i suppose.

you say, muttering off at the end. not wanting to look at the man who was now sitting next to you.

hm? i didn't quite catch that...

you swing your head to glare at him indignantly. but baek cheon returns your hostility with a closed-eyed smile, an arm propped up on the table, his cheek resting on his palm.

i just wanted to say thank you... for catching me from falling over just now...

hm.

that's it? a mere hm, like he wasn't trying to tease a reaction out of you and you were fighting so hard to not give him that satisfaction of knowing he got you wrapped around his finger, and all he could give you was a hm?

you know, if baek cheon wasn't as handsome or good-looking as he was, you wouldn't have been this upset and bothered. you were so cool-headed, you were so good at being calm it was exactly how you got this job but he had to dance into your life and keep appearing around you to the point where it was weirder if you hadn't heard any news about him at all—

hold on.

wait.

did you... did you just think that he was... handsome and good-looking?

oh no.

you did like him. when did it even happen? how could you have let this happen? this wasn't what you had planned! ugh, curse that stupid heart of yours! why were you this weak to handsome men?

standing up, you feel your face grow heated. shit. shit. shit. has he noticed that you liked him? you'd rather be caught dead then have baek cheon flash you that annoying smile at you again.

miss detective?

you look down at his face, eyes turned down in worry. a small pang shot through your heart — were you going to have to be mean to that soft expression on his face?

you racked your brain for a reason, any good reason to leave, but all your answers were all filmsy and really, truly obvious that you thought he was a problem. but he just looked so much like a kicked puppy your mouth just began to blabber.

i'm fine. i just.... needed some air... that's all.

oh, that was so smooth. you totally nailed it, you smart woman—

ah! then, could i accompany you? i guess i'm still worried that you would fall over like you did earlier...

fuck. you couldn't say no to that.

sighing deeply, you nod. whatever strength in you utterly spent. you knew in your gut that whatever god or guardian angel existed was snickering at you right now. and you sure hoped that you were putting on the best-damned show of their lives.

you made your way out to the back alley, but not before dropping the money for the bill in the store-owner's hands. baek cheon followed closely behind. so close, in fact, that sometimes you would move back a little and inevitably bump into his chest. and every time you did, his hands would ghost over the dip of your curves. always close but never actually touching you, leaving you even more frustrated at each instance.

ah...?

you feel something furry brush past your ankles, the sudden feeling made you jump back yet again. and once more, he was there to catch you from falling unceremoniously to the floor.

miss detective... please be careful...

his voice was low and breathy, and so, so dangerously close to your ear. again, those stupid hands of his were hovering along your sides. barely touching even though he could have. you glance at his hands. you mind wonders how it would feel on you.

they were bigger than yours for sure, rough with callouses and healed over cuts, probably from the training he's done. his fingers were thick, but also shaped so beautifully — shame that his nails were cropped short, you think it would have made his hands look lovelier. if you held them, you wonder, would your fingers fit into the gaps of his?

was this the time to grow a little courageous? should you say something? your head runs with questions you were not sure if you wanted an answer to, but if this went on for any longer, you don't know how your poor heart would have handled it.

mount hua's righteous sword, there is something i believe we should address. something that is related to the two of us.

you had turned to face him, your eyes looking straight into his. baek cheon gulped anxiously at the intensity of your gaze, moving a step back as you took one forward. one foot behind another until he was backed up against the wall. he wanted to hide his face, having you right in front of him like this... he didn't know just how much more he could endure.

i think you're a little too close, miss detective.

am i now?

you chuckle, palms laying flat on the wall on either side of him, arms straight as you hold yourself up and only slightly away from him. everything around you begins to go dull, it was just you and him, standing in this narrow and dark back alley where no one had ever bothered to pass through. the night was cold, and the warmth radiating between from him was tempting, but you weren't going to make the first move. you figured he might share the same feelings as you did, or something close to it. if you push at it, would he fold to his desire or would you be proven wrong?

miss detective, i'm not sure if we should be doing this?

hm? whatever do you mean?

miss detective, please don't act coy.

baek cheon tried to be firm with you, tried to reason with himself that this was just you playing a prank on him. though, he really wanted to know what it would be like if he leaned down and took your lips in his, and got you to shut up for a bit.

forgive me, miss detective, for what i am to do. i am merely a mortal man with desires, after all.

his voice dropped into a breathless whisper as he brought his hand under your head, cradling it as gently as he would a precious being. fingers tread through your hair before it takes hold of a small bunch, yanking it lightly to have you look up into his face. your hands hurriedly grasped his uniform, the fabric bunching up in your tight grip. sure, you did the calculations, but man, were you shit at math. your heart was racing so rapidly at that point you just knew he could feel the thumping of your chest against him.

nervous?

he asks, leaning down a little closer, the corners of his mouth quivering from turning upwards into a smile. this little shit! you should've known he was ten steps ahead of you and planned for you to corner him like this since the night began!

so you connected the dots?

i cannot imagine just where you get your audacity from.

hm, maybe if you kiss me now, i could tell you.

stop looking for excuses and just... you know what?

baek cheon's eyes widen when he feels you grab the front of his uniform, pulling him down and feeling something soft barely brushing against his lips for a moment before you pull away.

you hid your face behind your arm, feet flat on the ground after standing on the tip of your toes just to reach his ridiculous height. if you didn't know any better, you would have thought you were running a fever with how heated the back of your ears and neck were becoming, palms ridden with sweat and the shrill ringing in your ears. you hoped it was dark enough that he wouldn't see you in this state.

baek cheon on the other hand, was still reeling from your straightforwardness, never really expecting that you were the one to take the lead. but strangely, he wanted to see more of that side of you, and honestly? he liked that his heart fluttered from that.

oh? taking the initiative now, aren't we? miss detective, you've gotten so bold...

grinning down at you cheekily, he tries to take a peek past the arm you were hiding behind. he was really having the time of his life taking the piss out of you, wasn't he?

please shut up.

i think you'd have to make me, miss detective.

you shot him a look. wondering if you were the bolder one or he. but maybe you didn't really need to mull over that question for long since he's already cupped his hand on your cheek, tilting your face to meet his as he leaned down once more, to give you a proper kiss on your lips this time.

and you couldn't find it in you to pull away.

he felt the same.

if one of you pulled away for a second, even for a short gasp of air, the other would chase after them — it's almost like the two of you had finally been given something you were both starved of for who knows how long?

it was getting dangerous, how heated things were growing to be between the two of you — he parts from the kiss for a moment, muttering a soft, wait, as his arms hooked under your knees, hoisting you up and against the wall.

you take this moment to look at him, properly. the new angle had him looking up at you, eyes a little glassy and his lips slightly damp and swollen from all that kissing. that forehead ribbon of his had begun slipping a little, your hands found their way to the back of his head, untying the knot and watching it fall over his eyes and draped across his shoulders.

i didn't even notice it was coming undone...

baek cheon mutters to himself, not really bothering to do anything with the ribbon, especially since his hands were a little busy with holding you up against the wall.

you giggle, leaning down to kiss his now exposed forehead, a peck on his brow down to the bridge of his nose and further onto his cheekbones and back again on his lips.

he smiles into the kiss, growing giddy as the air grows scarce between the two of you, the heat of the moment growing to a boiling point and beginning to tip over. shit, things were going fast, but it felt like it was now or never, your clothes were dishevelled enough to be taken off at this point and if he'd asked you to, you think you would have done it without question.

senior investigator!

baek cheon sasuk!

it was the voices of your juniors sent out to look for you both. probably because of how long you were back here with him.

the two of you pulled away from each other, minds still in a daze from what conspired. but as the footsteps grew closer towards the direction of the back alley you were in, the realisation snapped in instantaneously — baek cheon drops you on your feet, as you scramble to straighten out the creases on your attire, he ties his hair back up as neatly as he could, patting his uniform down and trying to look presentable. not that getting caught would have put either of you in trouble, it was just not something a senior should be seen doing, especially when out in public.

you look back at him, and your eyes meet. you feel a little shy after what happened, and he shoots you a sheepish grin in an attempt to apologise for the interruption. hm, maybe you should find him in private later, to continue this exchange, seeing how neither of you were satisfied with this outcome.

miss detective...

baek cheon clears his throat.

our juniors are calling for us, i believe we should get going.

you nod, absentmindedly.

you were the first to walk off, baek cheon hanging back for a moment, not wanting to cause you trouble by walking out together with you. even if he really wanted to pull back for one last quick kiss.

stepping out onto the streets, your junior officer greets you, their eyes growing round in the way only a rookie new to the field would be. through the nervous stammer of their words, you receive your instructions for the next operation.

behind you, baek cheon finally emerges from the shadows, heading towards the kid from his sect, the one named jo-gul, was it? they talked amongst themselves, voices too far and too muted for you to dechiper. well, who cares? that wasn't any of your business anyway.

miss detective, i'll be going in now.

again, his voice was low and slightly raspy in your ear. a hand rests on your shoulder, a little rough and bigger than yours but still pleasantly warm regardless.

sure. i won't keep you here any longer.

your tongue darts out to wet your lips, looking away from his hands.

the rookie's eyes dart between you and baek cheon rapidly, the cogs in their brain turning faster when they see how his hand leaves your shoulder and down to his side, though his fingers kept lingering over the small of your back as he talked to you.

he pulls away at the last second, hands balled up lightly as he takes a step back and turns to walk towards the inn. the rookie clicks their tongue, what was that anti-climatic scene? if he wants to flirt, do it properly, for heaven's sake!

oi rookie, watch it.

shoot, they forgot you were still right there.

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that was the first of your many escapades with him.

both of you were moving from town to town and had different places to be every time. but on the off chance he was in the same area as you were, he would always be the first to find you, slipping out of bed in the middle of the night to meet you at the open windows of your room. sometimes he'd walk in with his sa-jaes into the restaurant you were in and act as though it was a whole coincidence. with the whole never expected to see you here speech and everything.

it wasn't though. you had already told him where you were planning to take the kids for dinner when he came over last night, and you had joked then that he would use this knowledge to walk in like he had no clue beforehand and put on a big act about how all this was such a coincidence, totally not something he'd already known of.

aww... so you want me to lie to everybody?

he sulks a little, rolling to his side in mock sadness, facing away from you. but the bed you were both lying on was only so wide, and baek cheon ended up on his back, looking up at the ceiling while the cicadas cried into the summer night skies.

you giggled, cooing at his somewhat childish display, your hand reaching out to cradle his cheek, turning his face to meet yours.

but i thought you said we shouldn't tell anyone about us yet?

scooting a little closer, you drape your arm across his chest, moving around to get more comfortable. a short pause later, you let out a tired yawn, nuzzling your head under his chin, fingers curling around the loose threads of his clothes.

you couldn't see it then, but baek cheon's felt a small twinge in his heart at what you'd said. yes, it was true that he'd suggested keeping your relationship a secret, for now. but, it was also true that you wouldn't have agreed to be with him in any way if you were both ever open about being together.

you'd told him in passing about how falling in love or having a significant other was risky and frankly, quite troublesome — especially in your line of work. if you ever needed anything, or ever felt the need for something physical, you'd rather have one where strings weren't attached.

did you like him? yeah.

were you committed to him?

...

that was something you don't think you could ever say yes to with any sort of certainty or conviction.

you liked the way things were with him now. meeting him every few weeks, making out in dark corners of the streets or behind closed doors where no one else goes, catching up and cuddling in bed until he had to go back to his place before the sun rose — it was nice. that was a nice routine.

if you were to commit, what if your feelings for him begin to change? what if they changed because putting on a label for your relationship was like chaining you to him in some way? you were a selfish person, always had been and always known it. you didn't like promising yourself to someone, yet you wanted baek cheon to be with you only and also hated the idea of you yourself ever liking anybody other them him.

your finger had been drawing shapes on his chest mindlessly this whole time as you were deep in thought. he wonders what was weighing on your mind this deeply for you to be looking that lost?

baek cheon decided not to push it.

if you'd retreated away from him, out of habit or apprehension, he doesn't think he would be able to handle the pain he would feel from that. so instead, he chooses to flip you on your back and pepper your face with kisses. at least it snapped you out of whatever reverie you were in, and he even got to see you giggle a little.

this was good enough.

it was good enough for the two of you right now.

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i have to go off earlier tomorrow.

it was spring now, and a few days after new years. the red banners and lanterns were still hanging above the streets, festivities still not over with the distant laughter of children or the clinks from the cups filled with sweet wine from last year's harvest or the startled barking of dogs as firecrackers were set off.

i can't tell you what it is about, obviously.

you continued, making your way over to where he was, settling down on his lap, legs on either side of him as you were both face-to-face. he hums softly, arms slowly snaking behind your waist, pulling you in close enough to burrow into your chest.

someone's a little clingy tonight...

you say with a teasing lilt in your voice, not bothering to stop or push his head off you. he mumbles something in retaliation, though you couldn't hear it with how muffled the sound was from how he covered his whole face in your chest. wow, who would have thought that the righteous sword of hua was a pervert all along huh?

earlier that day, baek cheon had a feeling in his gut, he didn't really know if it was a good or bad feeling but there was something in there, telling him that he should try to wear his heart on his sleeve just for you tonight. it's almost like, he was scared of something that would certainly change your relationship with him was going to happen soon.

you look down at him, wondering what got him so unusually quiet.

cheon-ah.

he lets out a noise of acknowledgement, not looking up at you.

cheon-ah, what are you thinking about?

this and that.

he still wasn't looking up.

you huffed. really? you were finally seeing him after more than three months, and now, he acts so distant when you're bound to leave tomorrow? this was unacceptable.

cheon-ah, look at me...

a short pause, and with a shaky breath —

...please?

he hears the tremble in your voice, and he feels like a knife had pierced and twisted through his wretched heart. no, he didn't mean to make you cry, he didn't mean to upset you.

he looks up, eyes desperately meeting yours, taking in how glossy it looked. really, he should be saying something, but he couldn't find the words. choosing to pull you down on the bed with him, amused by the muted grunt you let out when you fell on his chest.

sorry about that.

he wants to tell you how much he's always liked you, he wants to tell you how much he's waited and waited to even have the courage to first approach you, he wants to tell you that he wants so much more than a touch-and-go night encounter with you, that you were so much more then a means of fulfilling his physical needs.

but yet again, like every night before this, he keeps those thoughts to himself. he could see clearer than anyone that you still were not ready to commit to him. he said he could wait, and so he will wait.

honestly though?

he was believing less and less in his own patience.

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the new assignment your unit was taking was the consistent deaths of young brides who, after being left alone to prepare for the first wedding night, were all found dead under mysterious circumstances. no signs of a struggle led everyone to think it was a case of taking one's own life.

thing is, with one or two far-apart cases it would have been a viable reason. but with how it started all of a sudden and had never stopped since, everyone believed it was a serial killer. again, with no traces, there was just no way to tell who was responsible for all the tragedies that have occurred.

the fourth division of the emperor's guard corps, otherwise known as the unnatural death investigation squad, were all psychics of varying degrees. some could only see, some could only hear, some could only purify and some were a combination of a few of those traits. but all were trained imperial soldiers, and you stood above them as an outsider with the ability to do all three.

you had to work really hard to gain the respect of your subordinates. though, that is a story for another day. people have asked, wondering why the emperor, of all people, would ever put together a unit that specialised in exorcisms?

well, sure he was a man of science, and he personally didn't believe in all of this occult gibberish. but he was a ruler, and a decent ruler listens to the needs of his people no matter how silly it was. at the height of the unexplained death phenomena that spread and planted seeds of fear into the hearts of the people nationwide, the special unit was formed quickly and dispatched. deep down, you knew the real reason was that he did not want to create a flaw in his authority and risk his position on the throne he fought so hard for.

when all these cases were solved, what was going to happen to you? what was going to happen to your subordinates? the emperor, he was a man who kept up appearances. if history were to record the existence of this unit, he would have seemed like a fool who believed in something as baseless as the supernatural. and he hated that idea more than anything.

though, that was a bridge you would have to cross when you get to it. you just hoped you could lie and provide a cover-up convincing enough when that time comes —

chief detective!

you felt your body jolt in surprise. you were so out of it, not hearing the constant calls from your juniors. what a bad example you were setting. your worries will have to be put aside for now. you were to meet with the latest victims of the bride slayings.

you step into the bedroom of the newlyweds, decorated from floor to ceiling in red, the colour of prosperity and the promise of a life of joy with each other, now sullied with the blood of the innocent bride.

right in the middle all alone, was the groom, sitting quietly on the chair, his hands gripping the veil his wife wore close to his chest. his back heaving, his breaths shallow and shaky. it seems he has cried away all of his tears, and all that was left was a man who was a shell of himself. he turns to the people coming in, and you bite back a gasp at the hollow emptiness of his eyes.

have you found the one who took my wife's life away?

the fathers of the bride and groom share a look, before shaking their heads. unable to find the strength to answer him.

oh, i see.

the man answers numbly, turning back to look at the veil in his hands. his shoulders droop even lower and you felt so, so much pity for the family.

the two fathers bring you back to the courtyard. telling you the story of how all of this happened.

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new years eve.

the streets were filled with villagers visiting vendors and watching lion dance performances long after the sun had set. the energy of the crowd grew when a palanquin decorated with ribbons and flowers made its way down the road.

cheers and hoots erupt from the crowd as the more nosy few tried to take a peek at the bride inside. she sat with her legs folded under her, hands placed delicately on her lap, the vibrant red veil covering her face from the world. she was glad for the veil, grateful at how it hid her giddy smile. she had met the man of her dreams and was now going to marry him? she never thought she would be this lucky.

after tonight, they would really be husband and wife.

the bride giggled, her hand over her mouth, she was so happy. would this happiness ever end?

the palanquin soon left the village centre and turned onto the road leading to her groom's house. the trip was a short and rather uneventful one. after all, it was from her parent's house on the other side of town, less than a few minutes away.

when they arrived, she stepped out and was greeted by a line of ladies-in-waiting, all hired just to help her prepare for her wedding night. the bride, felt her face heat up at the thoughts running in her head — how improper! she really should behave a little.

she was hurried into the bedroom, all decked out in lavish red decorations, and was told to wait for the ladies-in-waiting to come back soon.

the door shut behind her, and the bride was left to her thoughts.

the moon shone high above the cloudless night sky, it's cold light gentle and quiet. the bride takes off her veil, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air after being suffocated under the veil the whole ceremony.

hehehe...

a tinkling laugh swept past behind her in the dark bedroom.

startled, the bride looks back, searching to see who or what it was. she takes a timid step, and then another into the dark room. her hand rests on the back of a chair to steady herself as her eyes grew used to the darkness.

she was alone in the room.

how peculiar, the bride thinks, wondering if she was just hearing things from exhaustion or nervousness.

the shadows above started to trickle down onto the unsuspecting bride, as a pair of hands began to take shape around her. the long fingers taking ahold of the veil in the bride's hands slowly, inch by inch, until the sides were bunched up in their hands.

keugh...!

in a quick motion, the shadows lifted the veil upwards, catching the under of the bride's chin. the bride didn't even have the chance to react, it all happened in an instant. she couldn't even put up a struggle, and her feet grew limp and eventually stopped kicking.

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that was how we found her.

the groom's father ended the story with a glance into the room where his son still sat. the bride's father was also in a mess, covering his eyes with the palm of his hand, trying not to let out a sob.

you take in the sight before you, steeling yourself to ask the inevitable question.

if i may, could i see the body?

the fathers share a glance.

you may.

they agree to the request and turn to lead you to the funeral home where the victim lay to rest. the one who met the three of you at the entrance was a small, middle-aged man who had his seeing glasses balanced precariously on the tip of his nose. he introduced himself as the private coroner the two fathers had hired. you nod solemnly in greeting.

we will be taking our leave now chief detective. i hope you can find the culprit soon.

when the backs of the two fathers finally disappear into the horizon, you turn to the coroner, your gaze landing on the table behind you. you gesture at him to give you the run down of what he's found.

the bride's injuries were as expected, ligature marks on her neck where she had choked against her veil. her eyes were rolled back, and her tongue was puffy, sticking against the roof of her mouth, meaning it was hard for her to breathe. thin miniscule red threads were found on the underside of her fingernails, probably from when she was clawing at the veil. interestingly enough, there were no signs of other materials found. no skin or foreign hairs, did she not see who had attacked her?

there's also something i want to show you

the coroner pulls the white sheet covering her body down, revealing to you a spot on her shoulder, dark with veins growing outwards of the centre in a spider-web fashion. you took another look at the unnatural paleness of the corpse, it's almost as if —

her blood was drained?

yes, and we found her like this, officer.

you look at the man, hoping he would continue, but he only replied with a shrug. it seemed that he was just about as clueless as you were in this bizarre post-mortem findings.

you thank him, regardless. leaving the funeral home to meet your team with more questions than answers.

the surroundings were quiet and still, almost like nothing this terrible ever happened at all. nature held back, refusing to give you a clue on this matter. you didn't sense any presence back in the bedroom, you felt nothing in the funeral home or even when your fingers hovered near the odd spot on the victim's shoulder.

chief?

somehow, your feet had led you back to the inn you and the kids were staying in. you didn't want to waste too much time, as much as you would have loved to ask more questions about when the incidents even began, there was a wedding scheduled in a few days and you were not going to let a bride die like that on your watch.

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chief, isn't this dangerous?

it is. but we have to do it, i can't think of any other plan. we're too short on time.

but what if something happens to you, senior?

you pause, mulling over the idea once more, before letting out a long drawn-out sigh. you plop on the chair, tired and exasperated, your head in your hands. they were right, something could go wrong and you could die from this. but a job was a job, besides, you didn't want to risk anyone else's life with this reckless plan you had.

if something happens to me, remember that getting rid of the culprit is your top priority. you can always find me later. is that clear?

silence.

the kids all looked at each other anxiously.

officers. have i made myself clear?

your voice hardens, time was ticking. you had to go now.

a few of the new recruits flinched at your cold tone and the older ones looked away. you were going to ask them again but they finally responded a meek, yes chief.

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night has fallen, the red lanterns had been lit once more and the colourful banners and ribbons danced high up in the breezy night skies.

baek cheon walked together with his sect brothers past the bustling crowd of people. they were all leaving the town to go back to mount hua after finishing the odd jobs the elders had given out.

hey, isn't it a lot busier today?

one of the other second-class disciples wondered aloud. baek cheon looks around him, noticing the crowds were larger than yesterday's. and a lot more excited for some reason too.

did you hear? there's a wedding procession coming along!

another wedding? didn't we have that a few days ago?

baek cheon, felt his ears twitch.

a wedding, huh? his mind wanders off to an image of you donned in red silk, patterns of peacock feathers and branches woven in gold thread, a red veil over your head and your hair decorated with peonies and the loveliest plum blossoms one could find atop mount hua.

just like that bride sitting in the palanquin over there —

oh.

his heart sank, shattering at the pit on his feet. he knows that face anywhere, how could he ever hope to forget that face that was now mirroring his own in shock, though he couldn't tell if you were just as despaired as he was.

you had only planned so far, you didn't think he would cross paths with you like this. you didn't want him to see you like this. not at all, not ever. your mind registered the way his shoulders fell, shoulders that were always straight and firm, to show the world how he carried the name of mount hua with pride. they fell, because of you.

what should you do? you have to let him know but, the mission! you couldn't abandon your post, but you —

your eyes darted frantically, nails digging into your palms from how tightly your hands were balled. something, there had to be something!

a gust of wind blows harshly past the town, strong enough to send your veil flying off your head towards the crowd of people. it flutters in the air, like a vivid flame, falling gracefully on the dusty dirt path.

baek cheon steps past the crowds, picking up your veil that fell to his feet, clutching the delicate fabric in his hands. he looks at it longingly for a moment and you wonder for a moment if he would have a change of heart and tear it up in anger. maybe if he did, you would have felt better, it would be justified and you would have paid your dues.

a loud crack and the sky was filled with blooms of light. the crowd's attention was drawn to the fireworks being set off in the distance. their heads and bodies turn away from you, and they made their way towards the site of the new spectacle. you watch baek cheon exchange words with his sect brothers, and they wave goodbye as they too turn and went off.

it was just you and baek cheon, and the distance in between you two, left in that place. he dusts off the debris on your veil and walks towards you in big strides.

one. two. three.

just like that, he stood before you, his features backlit by the blinding fireworks in the sky. you couldn't read his expressions either, the night was too dark for you to make out anything.

cheon-ah...

you know.

he cuts you off, not wanting to hear what you were going to say. not wanting to know if this was truly what he thought it was.

you know, i've always wanted to be the one to lift this veil off you one day. but to think another man would be the one to do it, and not me... it hurts. i'm sorry for being so selfish, i know you don't like men that are like that. but, i can't help it... you know?

baek cheon gently puts the veil back on your head. he wants to tell you how pretty you looked then, but he bites back. this wasn't his place to say such a thing, he wasn't even yours anymore. besides, he's said more than enough.

he steps back, and takes another, turns, and begins to head off. if he stayed, he might do something he would regret, he didn't want to go off and act on his desires and ruin your future because of it.

you weren't thinking when your hand reached out, grabbing the end of his sleeve, gripping at it till your knuckles turned white.

baek cheon stops in his tracks, his head turning to look back at your face, the outline of your frantic expression shining through the translucent veil. you were so cruel. how could you pull him back in like this, when you knew how weak he was to your every order?

don't grip it so hard, you could hurt these lovely hands you have.

he spoke softly, taking your balled fist in his, thumbs rubbing it over soothingly. he coos as your grip grew loose, lacing your hands together with his, bringing it to his lips as he kisses the tip of each finger tenderly.

he's still not your husband yet, and you're not his either. so i suppose this much i can do.

muttering, he cradles the back of your head tilting it up to face him. baek cheon leans down, placing his hand over yours that had wriggled free from his kisses, now gripping the frame of the opening in the palanquin.

you gasped softly when you felt his lips meet yours, the veil that was still draped over your head acted as a barrier, but it couldn't really obstruct the desperation you felt in his kiss. he parted for a brief second when the air in your lungs ran out.

cheon-ah, listen...

he draws you in for another kiss, and another, and then another. or was he the one moving closer towards you? either way, he was falling into the small space of the palanquin you were sitting in, the air rapidly growing warmer as time went on.

finally, he pulls away, breathless and dazed. you were looking up at him, doe-eyed with lips soft and plumped from his ministrations. you looked so tempting, he wanted to carry you up and away from here to someplace no one besides him would know of, leave everything behind and live out the rest of his life with you.

your hand reaches up to brush his hair out of his face, tucking a strand behind his ear, fingers ghosting over his cheek. baek cheon laughs tiredly, moving to place a peck on the palm of your hand and finally pulling away fully. stepping out he stands up fully, squaring his shoulders, he steels himself to really get going.

wait, cheon-ah...

your hand reached out again to grab at him, but he was too quick for you, leaving you grasping into thin air. your hand fell, and so did your heart. you didn't get to tell him, you stupid, stupid woman! you were supposed to tell him, weren't you? getting all caught up in a kiss like some teenage girl in puberty — you were the head investigator of the fourth division for fuck's sake!

you sigh deeply, leaning back to rest against the hard lacquer of the palanquin. you had to get back to your job. hopefully, nothing bad happens and you finish this mission quickly. maybe you could even catch up to him and finally explain everything, clear up all the doubts in his mind once and for all too.

you lit the smoke flare and sent it out to your unit waiting on standby.

well, it's time to get going.

#enihkwrites #return of the mount hua sect #return of mount hua #return of the blossoming blade #rotbb #rotmhs #baek cheon #baek chun #baek cheon x reader #baek chun x reader #return of the mount hua sect x reader #return of the blossoming blade x reader #title is cringe but i am free #i was struggling against my school assignments just to release this fic on my birthday which is like 7 days after baek cheon's lmao #clearly i did not make it on the date #working that baek cheon ai i created to the bone rn

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[dancing in the dark, in the pale moonlight]

pairing: baek cheon x afab!she/her!reader

summary: fuck that stupid ass job that almost cost you your relationship, am i right?

word count: 5.54k

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content warning: an attempt at the reader's life // reader's injuries are gory (kinda) // mentions of someone (not the reader) being buried alive // misogyny as per the product of the era // reader talks a little on religion and the afterlife

author's note: i started writing this the moment i posted the other part because my brain was still working in high gear and all... i'll have to postpone my other baek cheon fic for a while,,, i wrote topics in that one that are a bit toooo heavy for me rn. i researched on fashion through the dynasties in china for like,, one short segment on the story. so anyways... if my guess is correct hwasan timeline is most likely inspired by the sui or tang dynasty during the 581-907 AD which means that the spirit here is going to be from the qin or han dynasty around 220 AD and most martial artists uniforms come from this era iirc. i feel like i might not actually use this research too closely,, but i had to put this in to tell yall about what i found lol...

[PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY TRIGGERS CAUSED BEYOND THIS LINE]

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by the time you arrived at the deserted manor, the clock had struck midnight. and in a few moments, the spirit or spirits behind all the bride murders would be making their appearance.

chief...

the vice-captain starts, uncharacteristically. they've always been on the quieter side, never really talking unless they were spoken to. you raise your eyebrows, curious about what got them to speak up.

chief, please be careful.

you smile softly, tussling the vice-captain's hair.

i will.

you look around for a moment. hm, looks like you'd have to put in your best effort tonight, as the oldest since these kids relied on you. with a flick of your hand, everyone on site dispersed to their assigned positions, waiting for their next orders.

you stood all alone outside of the bedroom, waiting patiently for the critters to grow quiet. animals, after all, are said to have a keen sense for things outside of the human realm.

finally, the long-awaited silence fell onto the empty courtyard and you slide open the doors to the room — stepping in carefully. your padded feet barely making a sound as you walk into the carpeted room. from where you stood, you could see the shadows cast by the sparse furniture under the dim moonlight. you hadn't decorated the place, not really seeing any need to.

click.

the doors to the bedroom had been slid shut. you fold your arms behind your back. the spirit should be here soon.

hehehe...

a tinkling laugh swept past behind you in the dark bedroom.

you grip the short blade hidden under your sleeves, honing your senses to pin down the other presence with you at that moment. it was harder than anything you've done before, were you dealing with something far bigger than what you were capable of?

no. you had to snap out of that thought. if not you, then who would get rid of this vicious entity? those kids were still too inexperienced, you shouldn't grow disheartened now.

sighing, you walk around the room, stopping by the open window, looking up at the moon hanging in the cloudless sky.

how peculiar, it seemed the longer you were staring at it, the heavier your eyelids felt. it was almost bewitching, looking at the moon, you wonder if it was a trick of your hearing or was the moon calling you to move closer towards it? and also —

wasn't the room growing awfully cold?

your body reacted faster than your mind did, the blade whistling as it cut through the air to slice at the shadow forming behind you.

an ear-piercing hiss came from the shapeless being, slowly backing away as its features took form in the body of a girl no older than sixteen. she clutched her neck, and though the cut was shallow, she certainly looked like she felt the pain from it.

how dare you cut me!

she yells and lunged at you, catching your neck in her hands as she pins you to the ground, the furniture around you clattering away from the impact. you were sure you could've heard a bone crack in you.

keugh...!

you felt the air leave your body, you tried to breathe but it was hard, with the way her hands pressed down on your throat. how was a dead spirit this strong? your fingers grip the blade tighter, cautiously getting it ready so she wouldn't see.

with a swift action, you stabbed into the girl's side and she retreated to the furthest corner of the room with an almost animalistic growl, all while glaring at you.

you throw the ripped veil off your head, the flowers falling off and your hair coming undone. you stood up, wincing at the dull throbbing in your head, your vision going blurry for a moment — curse your anaemia for acting up now of all times.

you crazy hag! i can't believe you fucking stabbed me!

okay, now that was just straight-up disrespectful.

hag?

oh, so the insane bride-killing ghost that died at sixteen years ago, even before you were born, wasn't the hag — but you were? you were the hag? where the hell was the justice in that, huh?

you roll your eyes and sigh. no, you shouldn't be swayed by your short temper, you shouldn't let the spirit find an opening to attack you. remember — you had to finish the job before the night ended and the spirit got away.

you walk towards the girl in large strides, arms raised above your head, ready to strike her down with the purification sword. you didn't want to think about how much worse it could get if a spirit that didn't know how strong it was found out about its strength. not leaving a trace of their presence after such a gruesome act? you shudder from the thought.

the girl begins to cry.

you tell yourself that this was all an act, but it was hard to convince yourself. especially when the spirit had curled herself into a ball, shaking in fear, her eyes peeking out from her arms to look at you like a scared little girl.

your movements falter.

that was a mistake.

a hazy, clawed hand unfurls from behind her and reached out to slash at your chest, right where your heart lay. you stagger backwards, the cut had been deep enough to have you cough up blood. as your open wounds stained your already red dress darker, the shadow lingered at your feet, seemingly trying to collect your blood.

you tried to move back but you weren't fast enough.

the girl lunges at you again, but this time, her spirit went straight for your core, in a final attempt to possess your body and finish you off, probably.

as you fought to stay conscious amidst the myriad of voices assaulting your mind, you think back to something your master told you in passing when you were still in training.

something about spirits and their last will?

silly girl, every spirit has a last will. and not everyone knows what to do with that will. their grief takes the form of vengeance and i can only hope you know what to do when you ever come across a restless soul like that.

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you wake up facing a young village girl.

gasping, you stumble backwards and hit a hard surface. but, it was weird. well more accurately, it felt weird. you were sure you were in a wooden house, so the walls would be rougher, so why did it feel fuzzy?

wait. the girl didn't seem to see you.

you walk cautiously around her, looking at her features carefully. her skin was tan from the time she spent under the sun, it was a little uneven and spotty in some areas. she was just a teenager, and that was kind of expected. you follow her gaze and see that she had been looking at herself in the mirror.

you wave your hand in front of her eyes to get a reaction out of her. she didn't seem to notice.

you blew air to see if she would hear it, but not even a single strand of her hair budged.

defeated, you try to swing your arm and slap her back — only for your whole arm to phase through her body.

ah?

your mouth hung open in shock. your whole arm went through a person, have you truly died and become a spirit?

no. that wasn't it. you reason with yourself.

this was the ghost's doing, and she wasn't here with you right now. this scene unfolding before your eyes, could they be a clue on her, or were they a distraction to fool you?

a horse whinnies on the road outside the girl's window. a barrow wheel squeaks as it turns, the horse's feet clipping noisily on the pavement. you peek past the wooden panes, eyeing the passing residents. their clothes were all plain and coloured in dull or muted tones. the texture looked rough. this wasn't a well-off part of town.

you look at the village girl. her hair was slicked back and tied into a low bun. her clothes were a little worn and a little dirty at the hems. her hands and feet calloused from the years of hard labour.

小燕！

the voice of an older woman calls from another part of the house, wiping her hands on her apron, the girl fixed her appearance one last time before she scurries towards the direction of the voice, while you stayed behind in the room

xiao-yan? as in little sparrow?

my name is actually 春燕 (chūn yàn). my mother just likes to call me xiao-yan at home.

the ghost had been standing next to you, her voice still edged on hostility but was softer now, nonetheless.

your mother?

the person calling to me.

the ghost walks out of the room as you trailed behind, looking past to see the old woman sitting on a chair by the doorway. needle and thread in hand, patching at tattered clothes. her crows' feet settling deeply on her features.

my xiao-yan ah... please be careful on your way out... come home before dark okay? don't make me worry okay?

you worry too much ma.

the village girl, or rather, the human incarnation of the spirit next you chirped as she made her way out the door. you wondered what the spirit was trying to show you, was this her life story before she crossed the bridge into death?

you kept your mouth shut, not wanting to ask more questions. the spirit continued to narrate.

i forgot everything about my time alive, except for this one day.

a sigh.

everything went wrong all in this one day.

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you blink your eyes slowly, now walking alongside the village girl and the spirit. to your left you could see the sprawling acres of farmland and the town bustling with life below. looking ahead and past the hanging branches stood a towering gate.

no one had to tell you that this was where the lord's family lived.

the girl was led to the main hall where the lord and lady of the house resided. you and the spirit followed closely behind, passing through the countless maids and attendants working around the compound, it was fascinating seeing how no one could see or sense either of you. two beings who were not a product of this era, your bloody clothes and the ghost's tattered ones, you both stood out like sore thumbs.

it was silent. muted, almost, in the main hall. the lord and lady sat side by side as their son stood by his mother, his hand resting reassuringly on her shoulder.

do you know why we have called you here today?

the lord asks, gravely.

no, my lord.

the village girl shakes her head, confusion swirling in her eyes, as she sat on the ground, kneeling before the family.

the lady grows agitated, she leans forward in her chair, opening her mouth to spew a tirade of grievances when the young master of the house gently pushes his mother to lean back in her chair.

let me, dear mother.

the village girl feels her heart race from his smooth and velvety voice. she'd only ever heard about the young master through rumours and quick glimpses through the crowd, so to be this close to him, the other girls from the village would be shaking in envy. she quietly notes that he was much more stunning up close — she must be really lucky today.

perhaps she had been staring for too long because the young man had cleared his throat awkwardly.

miss, i assume you must have heard about my older brother?

she nods, remembering the procession from earlier that year.

yes, may the first young master rest in peace.

the room grows silent to pay their respects to the deceased.

the young man spoke up again.

we are worried for my brother in the afterlife. he died without ever getting wed. we don't really want him to be made fun of by other spirits in the afterlife you know?

the village girl grows confused. she wasn't sure what he was getting at. what has the marital status of a dead man have to do with her?

the fortune teller we consulted has calculated that you are the best marriage candidate for my oldest son. so we want you to get married to him as soon as possible. by tonight if time permits.

with her voice shrill from agitation, the lady of the house sits up, fist shaking in the village girl's face, unable to contain her anger at the young girl's supposed stupidity.

the village girl on the other hand, felt her jaw go slack, she tried not to let it hang open from the shock of her lady's words.

marriage? to a dead man?

she's heard of horror stories of young brides being buried together with their deceased husbands whom they had married before his life expired. but those were supposed to be just stories! not an actual practice... right?

miss, i don't know what you might be thinking. but i assure you that this marriage will not be as morbid as it sounds. take it as any other marriage ceremony, except without the groom. you just have to sign papers and be my brother's bride on official documents! after that, you and your family will be rewarded handsomely for the trouble. this won't take over a day!

sensing the village girl's worrying silence, the young master interjects quickly, wringing his hands trying to close this deal as soon as he can. the faster their family gets this done and over with, the faster his life can continue from this standstill. his thinking was truly like a businessman's.

hearing that her little contribution would be compensated generously, she didn't think twice before agreeing to the suspicious deal. if it was like that then, when she goes home with the money, her mother wouldn't have to work anymore.

well, if that's the case, let's start the preparations now. the faster we get this done, the faster we can all go on with our lives.

the lord finally spoke up and with a clap of his hands, the room was filled with attendants, most of them surrounding the confused village girl. helping her to her feet in hushed tones, taking her away to presumably prepare for the ceremony that night.

the spirit follows the crowd and you hesitate following behind. the whole exchange felt off to you. surely, if you stayed here the family might let something slip, something that would prove your suspicions.

though you didn't have much choice in this matter. the features of the people in the room began to melt and drip, the scene morphing rapidly to the next part of the spirit's memory.

that's right, you had forgotten again. everything you saw was from the spirit's perspective. anything else beyond that was all up to one's imagination. was there really nothing you could do?

you hated this feeling.

this feeling of knowing something is going to go wrong, yet being so powerless to stop it from happening.

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imagine having to sit in a tight space with a spirit, and a memory fragment who doesn't know you and the spirit exists. there was only that much space in the palanquin, and your knees touched the spirit's even when you were hugging them to your chest.

sorry about the space...

you try to start a conversation. but the other just wasn't interested, opting to stare at the image of herself — the village girl sitting across the both of you in this tiny palanquin. you look around the boxed space, noting the shoddy workmanship. looks like those nobles were really in a rush to get this done and over with.

the wind picks up and the curtains flutter upwards.

the night scenery was beautiful but—

this isn't the way to the lord's house?

the village girl mutters. and you had begun to think the same. sitting up with your senses heightened, you try to make out where the attendants were taking the girl. the spirit continued to remain unfazed.

something bad was about to happen. wasn't it?

the movements stopped abruptly, and you felt the palanquin being set down on the ground. the curtain slides open, a slender hand reaches out to guide the village girl sitting inside.

don't take his hand...

you try to tell the girl, you didn't like the heavy smell of incense and dirt surrounding the area. but of course, you were nothing more than a spectator to this whole ordeal.

you watch on helplessly next to the spirit as two footmen threw the village girl into the freshly dug-up pit. the fortune teller circles the pit, tossing water into the hole as she chants mantras of matrimony. all while the village girl calls for help, begging tearfully for mercy and her life. the overwhelming feelings of her fear washing over you again and again, knocking the air out of your lungs at each crashing wave, your heart squeezing tightly in your chest.

it seemed as though this just wouldn't end, as you watched the dirt fill up the hole and the poor girl's voice grow tired and hoarse, the pain grew from your heart to the tips of your fingers and dropped down to your stomach, swinging up and down like a pendulum continuously, making you even more nauseous than you already were.

but finally.

finally, the ordeal stopped. the sensations you felt lifting and leaving your body in a heated mass. everyone stayed silent at that moment, letting the sins of what had occurred sink into them. no one spoke, no one dared breathe a sound under the moonlight, lest the spirit of the village girl heard them.

there was shuffling and low greetings of reverence left the people's lips as they all stepped aside for a hunched-over man in heavy white robes to make his way to the edge of the covered-up pit. you could tell from where you were knelt over in pain that he was an exorcist similar to you.

he mummers prayers and covers the ground in talismans written in red ink, bells shaking with each step he took. binding chains reaching up from the scattered talismans to wrap around the spirit taking shape above them. poor girl, even in death, she wasn't allowed to rest in peace.

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you blink, wincing at the bright sun shining into your eyes.

the spirit stands next to you, chains holding her down on the ground. you didn't have to look to see that you were both above her grave.

i was so stupid, believing all those lies. my mother collapsed when she heard about what happened to me. she couldn't pay for the house and she eventually died in an alley without anyone finding her corpse until days later when rats had already gotten to her. maybe if they had given her that money they promised to me, i wouldn't have been as angry about dying like this.

the spirit clenched her fists, teeth gnashing together in rage.

as if burying me alive wasn't enough, they called a fucking exorcist to cleanse this area, all because they were scared i would come and bite back at them for doing this to me.

the spirit's voice grows more irritated.

it's not fair! it's not fair! why do they get to die and move on to the afterlife? why did they get to continue to live their lives like my blood isn't on their hands? why did they get to have a happy marriage, a healthy baby watch their children and their children's children grow up to have their own families like my life was just... was just...

the spirit, no — chun-yan, began to cry, her back heaving as her sorrowful wails pierced your heart. she was just a girl. she was just a little girl barely on the cusp of adulthood. how could anyone be this cruel to her? how could the heavens let this happen?

you reach out to hold her in your arms, letting her cry her dead little heart out.

you wished things could be better for her. you truly did, however, what about all the innocent lives she had taken in vengeance? she still has to atone for that action.

it was abit of a shot in the dark, she didn't tell you nor did her memories reveal anything to you. but to free her spirit, you had to fulfil a wish of hers, this was the one and only shot that you had with this. if you got it wrong, you might have to go through a harsher method of exorcism. you hoped it wouldn't go to that stage.

yan-ah.

the girl sniffles.

chun-yan.

hm?

she asks you her eyes watery and tired.

is this the wish you had while you were dying?

you ask, throwing over the red veil slightly tattered at the edges, somehow still in your possession. you smooth the crinkles over the girl's head like an older sister would on her younger sister's big day.

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the memory was collapsing.

you look around the dark space around you, taking a while to register that you were back in the bedroom where this whole thing first began. you lean back with a sigh, your head was starting to spin, you were sure that by tomorrow, you would be down with a fever.

chun-yan stood up, making her way to the vanity with a mirror at the other end of the room. she looks at herself for a long time in the mirror. a strong gust of wind blows through the open windows, toppling the remaining standing furniture. the curtains billowed in the currents, hiding chun-yan behind them.

your worries subsided when the winds died down and brought down the curtains with them, revealing chun-yan now dressed in proper wedding attire. a clean and crisp red veil, a long and thick wedding dress made of red silk with golden decorations embroidered into the fabric. the girl's hair was done up in two half buns with fresh peonies and flower buds woven into the thick tresses.

you bite back from making any noise. your heart swelled with a bittersweet feeling. you wished chun-yan's mother, the little old lady who you've only caught a glimpse of, could see her beloved daughter like this too. you rub your nose, sniffling.

...it suits you well.

chun-yan looks longingly at the moon, and then turns her gaze towards you. fidgeting, she asks quietly.

am i going to hell now?

yeah. you are.

your shoulders drop and you look at her sadly. you wished you could give her good news. you wished the world to be more fair, but you weren't god. you were merely someone who built bridges for spirits to cross over to the afterlife, in the end.

because i killed all those people... right?

you nod.

is it going to be scary?

probably.

chun-yan fiddles with her thumbs, picking on her nails.

mother always told me that bad people go to hell. and i became a bad person that's why i'm going there... right?

chun-yan... listen.

you ponder for a moment, you didn't really want to send her off with this heavy feeling.

sometimes, good people also go to hell. and it's because these good people made a mistake... and then another... and then another without stopping or thinking about stopping. and when they realise that they have been doing all these terrible things, they feel bad and if they are willing to atone, i think they should be allowed that chance to change...

you pause.

chun-yan... remember that you are going to hell to repent for the lives you have taken wrongfully. it's not because you were always meant to go there... i think. i hope that's not the case.

what did you want to say, what were you trying to say?

you weren't sure but, you wanted to ease the girl's burden a little.

hm.

chun-yan hummed. taking in your words. it seemed like she had understood something you hadn't. but whatever it was, it must have comforted her.

she stood still, flames growing at her feet. she didn't move or wince from them, letting it grow bigger and engulf her in it. as she disappeared along with the hellfire, she gave you a nod, perhaps as thanks for keeping her memories in your heart. you bow your head in reply, keeping it down until the crackle of the blaze grew quiet.

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chief!

good god, who was it yelling so loudly in the morning?

chiiiieeeeffff!

heavens, were they crying? why are they crying like you were dead?

chief... don't die...

even your calm and collected vice-captain? now what was going on?

you try to sit up. emphasis on try, because for some reason you had been swaddled in layers upon layers of bandages. the smell of herbs crushed and rubbed onto your wounds and bruises was overpowering. to put it lightly.

ugh. what's going on.

chief!

the chief is awake!

you're still alive... huhuhuuuuuuu...

a chorus of ecstatic shouting and sobs was heard across the crowd gathered around you. judging by the voices, your best guess was that everyone there was the kids in your unit. seeing how happy they were, you must have passed out after the events of last night. truthfully, you barely remembered stumbling past the doors of the bedroom and into the vice-captain's arms.

all's well, ends well.

now, if the emperor would be so kind to give you a month—

no. a year, off work... you think you would be his biggest supporter. hell, you might even work for free.

but that aside, you think there might just be something you were forgetting right now.

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baek cheon had volunteered to keep watch for that night. he barely slept since he came across you in that wedding attire. he was trying not to cry, but he's sure the junior brother sleeping across him must have heard him tossing and turning and borderline sobbing.

it was a little embarrassing to face everyone in the morning with his eyes puffy and face swollen. thank god chung myung wasn't with them this time, or baek cheon would have never heard the end of it.

he sits on a rock further away from where everyone else had set up camp. they were next to a stream, the sloshing of the water and the cackle of the firewood breaking apart soothed his senses. he thinks back to the times he had spent with you when the moon hung high in the sky just like this.

he sighs, leaning back against a tree with arms crossed — his fingers gripping his sleeves as he thinks again about the encounter with you the other night. you looked so pretty in a wedding dress, was he being too delusional when he dreamt about a future where you were wearing that for your marriage to him?

he sulks by himself, feeling jealous of the person he made up in his head, the person that he was sure you were going off to get married to.

he thinks the guy would be a little closer to your height, so that it made sharing kisses easier. the guy might have nicer hair, fluffier and maybe a little matted so you'd have a reason to run your fingers through it. your husband-to-be might have a more childish personality, much like yours so that the both of you would be on the same wavelength. he thinks the guy might also be mature enough, like you were so that you and him would ground each other. the other guy might have nicer skin that was soft and smooth and unblemished. his eyes would be fierce but gentle all at once, the shape of his eyebrows would be thick in a single stroke...

he realised the image of the guy was looking a little too much like chung myung.

tsk. that's no good, he was starting to get even more pissed off and upset.

cheon-ah!

this was no good. he was starting to hear things because of how much he missed you.

cheon-ah!

how was it that he could replicate the sound of your voice in his mind? truly, the yearning of a man in love was so fascinating.

cheon-ah!

baek cheon wonders if he was going crazy for thinking the voice was growing closer to him. poor guy didn't even get the chance to look over before he felt the full weight of somebody colliding with him. his arms instinctively wrapped around the other's waist, his body recognising that it was you faster than his mind would.

you're here?

he asks, bewildered.

baek cheon couldn't wrap his head around how you got to him so quickly. did you really abandon your husband-to-be at the altar like that? for him?

listen to me baek cheon.

the man nods mindlessly, revelling in the warmth of your being so close to his — he was barely listening, let alone registering what you were saying right now.

maybe he should steal in a kiss.

his hand find its way to the back of your head, pushing you down to have your lips meet his. whatever you had been rattling on about died in your throat, muffled sounds of shock morphed into soft sighs. you pull away, moving to sit more comfortably on his lap, legs swinging on either side, straddling him.

holding back a laugh, your arms circle around him, pulling him closer. he hadn't heard a thing you said from having his head up in his own clouds. what were you going to do with this man?

cheon-ah... did you hear what i was saying?

you ask, peppering kisses on his cheek, brushing his hair out of his eyes. baek cheon shakes his head, still very much starstruck.

tsk, tsk...

you tut disapprovingly, pinching his nose, breaking him out of whatever fantasy he was deep into. he looks at you, wide-eyed and a little offended by your gesture. he sulks when he meets your unimpressed stare.

i'm sorry... i'll listen well this time...

he whines quietly. not wanting to lose you to some other man again.

the other night, when you saw me in the wedding dress... it was for an assignment... you ran off before i could tell you about it... my poor baek cheon, tell me you didn't lose sleep over that?

his eyes widen.

an assignment? so... you weren't getting married for real?

the melancholy settling in his bones lifted instantly, his gloomy expression brightened, and his eyes started to sparkle. he didn't care about acting borderline pathetic these past few hours, you weren't getting married to someone else! and that was all that mattered to him right now.

what's going on in that pretty head of yours?

nothing... i... i'm just so happy that i still have a chance...

he mutters the last part of the sentence, hoping that you wouldn't hear it. but you did, of course you did. he can't have let the nature of your occupation slip from his mind now, has he? your squeal of excitement reached his ears, barely registering the flurry of kisses you were raining down all over his face.

cheon-ah! you like me enough to want to marry me? ah! my lovely baek cheon, hehehehe...

you were acting a little strange, he noted. were you ever this affectionate? what's going on?

he catches a whiff of the herbs slathered under your bandages, your forehead brushing past his cheek felt hot in the feverish sense. one closer look at you and he could see your eyes glossing over along with the sniffling you had been trying to hide.

no way... was the great inspector... sick?

you whine, throwing your head back as baek cheon desperately tries to catch you from falling head-first on the rocks. your temperature was rising and your head had begun to spin. no wonder it did, after all, you did run out of the room you were to carry out your bedrest in — without any food in your stomach or any breaks from what happened with the exorcism last night.

you just knew you had to clear things up with baek cheon, the feeling of leaving the misunderstandings in the air, weighing at the back of your mind consistently.

ugh. it was embarrassing to have him see you in this out-of-character state. maybe when you got better, you will have to meet up with him again to talk about your relationship more seriously.

for now though, you just needed him to know how much you liked him back. and that you weren't going to get married to someone else anytime soon.

baek cheon though?

he's going to have to worry about how to explain why you were here to his martial brothers, and also bring you back to your unit somehow. but that was none of your concern, was it? you were already knocked out from the fever catching up to your body.

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