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Chung Myung x Yin Yue(oc)
Chapter 1: First life the curse, and the fall.
Summary: In where this chapter tackles the first life of Yin Yue and the past that continues to choke her life.
Tw: Mentions of blood, cheating, death
This chapter will include art that shows what the characters look like.
Chap2
Far from the bustling town. Here, in the moonlit shadows of ancient trees, a fox spirit watched from the edge of the woods, her eyes glowing with a mixture of sorrow and anger.
Her name was Ling, and she had once been a guardian of these forests, but for him, for the merchant Yuan, she had revealed her true form, risking everything. They had spent years together, in secret moments beneath the stars. Yuan had professed his love for her, a love she had believedâuntil the day he returned from the city with another.
Yuan stood beside a woman dressed in silk, her hands adorned with jade bangles, her hair pinned high with gold. Meilin the daughter of a wealthy nobleman.
Ling watched from the trees, her heart shattering. Yuan had not sought her in days, and now she understood why. He had chosen wealth, status, over the love they once shared.
One evening, after the marriage, Ling appeared before Yuan. Her ethereal beauty was tinged with a darkness she had never shown him before. Her fox-like eyes glistened, but it was no longer with affection.
"You've forgotten me," she whispered, her voice low and trembling with fury. "Youâve chosen wealth over love."
Yuan looked at her, shame twisting his features, but he didnât speak. He dared not.
Lingâs gaze turned towards the grand home he now shared with Meilin. She knew Meilin carried his child, a son who would inherit Yuanâs wealth, his lineage, everything that should have been built on love.
"I gave you my heart," Ling whispered, stepping closer. Her form seemed to shift in the moonlight, her fox ears becoming visible, her true form unveiled. "But you gave me nothing in return. For that, I will give your child a giftâa curse."
Yuan paled. âWhat are you saying?���
Lingâs lips curved into a sad smile, but her eyes were sharp. âYour child will never know love as we did. Each time they fall in love, it will end in tragedy. They will lose the one they love, over and over. Worse still, their lover will remember each life, but your child will not. They will be cursed to meet again and again, only for love to end in heartbreak and death before they can marry or bear children. They will never escape it."
Her words felt like a storm crashing through the forest, the wind picking up, howling around them.
"Please, no," Yuan pleaded. "Our child is innocent."
"Innocent?" Ling's voice rose, filled with pain. "Innocent as you were when you left me? No, Yuan. Your son will suffer as I have suffered."
She turned, her fox tail flicking behind her, and as she disappeared into the shadows of the forest, the curse sank into the earth, binding the child to a fate they would never understand.
Yuan stood watching her retrieving form in despair.
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Years passed, and Yuan's son, Chung Myung, grew into a handsome young man. His raven hair thay glows under the sun, matching his baby looks. His tall physique that every woman loves
Chung Myung, he was a wealthy merchant, the business passed down by his father renowned for his prosperity and influence. His name stretched across provinces, bringing luxury and goods to every corner of the land. But despite his wealth, his heart had never known true loveâuntil he met Yin Yue, a beautiful and enigmatic gambler.
Yin Yue was unlike anyone Chung Myung had ever encountered. She was sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and lived with a recklessness that fascinated him. At the gambling tables, she was a legend, her luck as fickle as the wind, but she always wore a smile, and she doesn't lose ,Chung Myung , used to the rigid etiquette of the merchant class, found her freedom intoxicating.
He fell for her deeply, and soon, their affair became known throughout the city. Though others whispered about how improper it was for a wealthy man to associate with a gambler, Chung Myung didnât care. He showered Yin Yue with giftsâsilks, gold jewelry, rare perfumes from distant lands. He wanted to give her everything.
Yin Yue accepted his gifts with a smile, but there was a shadow behind her eyes . She knew something Chung Myung did notâ"the curse" that followed him, even if he was oblivious to it. Yin Yue had always been sensitive to things others could not see. She had once heard whispers of fate from an old fortune teller, a woman who had warned her to stay away from Chung Myung.
âHe is cursed,â the fortune teller had said. âLove him, and it will end in tragedy. Every lifetime, his love is doomed to die. But only someone with great strength can break it.â
Yin Yue, stubborn as she was, didnât believe in curses. She believed in luck. So she stayed with Chung Myung, trying her best to avoid what the old woman had foretold.
But as their love deepened, she couldnât ignore the signs. Everywhere they turned, misfortune seemed to follow them. Chung Myung's business began to falter, losing deals that had always been guaranteed. Merchants who had once sought his favor suddenly turned cold, and his familyâthose closest to himâbegan to act strange, as though dark plots swirled beneath their polite smiles.
One evening, as they lay together in the private chambers of his estate, Chung Myung rested his head on Yin Yue lap, his eyes closed, his expression peaceful. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting soft shadows around them.
âYin Yue,â he whispered, âIâve never felt like this before. With you, everything feels right. Like I could forget the world.â
Yin Yue's fingers traced the curve of his face, but there was a heaviness in her heart. She had spent nights in secret, consulting every mystic and seer she could find, searching for a way to break the curse. But the answers were always the sameâtragedy was inevitable. And no matter how she tried to protect him, there was always something dark on the horizon.
âIâll protect you,â she whispered, more to herself than to him.
Chung Myung opened his eyes, gazing up at her. âProtect me? Iâm the one who should be protecting you.â
Yin Yue forced a smile, but deep inside, her resolve was breaking. The fortune tellerâs warning echoed in her earsâhe is cursed. His love is doomed.
But she couldnât walk away from him. She had fallen too deep.
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The night the curse finally caught up to them came without warning.
It began as a subtle pain in Chung Myung stomach, a discomfort he had dismissed after a long day. But by the time night fell, it had worsened. His skin grew pale, his breath short, and soon, he was bedridden, writhing in agony.
Yin Yue stayed by his side, refusing to leave him. She had seen enough in her life to know what was happening. Poison. Someone had poisoned Chung Myung, and she knew exactly who.
His own family.
Greedy for his wealth, jealous of his success, they had waited for the right moment to strike. She had seen it in their eyes, the jealousy simmering beneath their polite words. She had tried to protect him, but she had failed.
As the poison ravaged his body, Chung Myung struggled to stay conscious, his breaths shallow, his hand clutching Yin Yue.
âYin Yue,â he gasped, his voice weak, âwho did thisâŚ?â
She couldnât bring herself to tell him the truth, not in his final moments. But the tears in her eyes told him everything.
âTheyâll pay,â he whispered, his grip tightening. âI swear⌠Iâll come back. I wonât rest until I make them pay.â
Yin Yue leaned over him, her forehead pressed against his. âNo, Chung Myung. Donât think about revenge. Think about us. Just stay with me.â
But Chung Myung's eyes were filled with a burning resolve, even as the life drained from him. âIâll come back. Iâll break this⌠curse. And Iâll make sure that no one⌠will ever⌠hurt you again.â
His voice faltered, his eyes closing for the last time as the poison claimed him.
"NO! MY LOVE!"
Yin Yue screamed his name, her tears falling onto his lifeless face, but it was too late. The curse had won.
But even as he died, Yin Yue felt something stir in the air, a dark energy that whispered of revenge, of broken promises and twisted fates. Chung Myung's last vow echoed in her ears.
Yin Yue slowly stands up and grab a sharp object that can cut through her skin,
'My love I'll see you in another life'
She shakly she slits her throat she falls unto the ground as darkness succumbs her vision she can feel her warm blood coating her cold dead skin.
But in the darkness, she saw a beautiful fox spirit
Yin Yue looks around realizing shes in the afterlife, but is she?
The beautiful woman approached her and suddenly the fox spirit face was close to her
YIn Yue didn't move or budge, she felt numb
"Poor you, you got caught up in this mess. No woman deserves a fate like yours, but Chung Myung deserves that curse, after what his own father did to me"
Ling smiled seductively backing out one step to give her space
Yin Yue only stared at her, but deep inside her mind, she wanted to kill Ling, but she knew she'd lose. She's weak, and not even luck can save her.
"If you want to break the curse, you'll have to kill me. But little mouse" She gets near her ears, whispering her next word
"You're still weak"
Before Yin Yue can touch her Ling had already back up
"You demon! I swear I'm gonna kill you, I'll take off your every limbs. I'll let you eat your own heart! I'll make you beg for forgivenes!"
Ling only laughed, as Yin Yue struggled to run to her
"Well see"
Ling disappeared completely in the air
Yin Yue vision suddenly turned white, maybe in her next life. She will kill that demon fox.
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Chung Myung x Reader: "Not Jealous!" (SFW)
Summary: You and Jo Geol are talking about the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, and you can't stop gushing over him. Chung Myung gets jealous
Contains: Mild jealousy & a GN reader
WC: 1630
âDo you guys ever wonder what the Plum Blossom Sword Saint looked like?â Chung Myungâs ear twitched when he heard you say this. âWell, all of the stories make him sound like a badass, so he probably looked the part, too,â Jo Geol chimed in. âWhat does a badass look like to you, Jo Geol?â You inquired. âWell, he mustâve been a giant. I bet he had a bunch of scars from all of the battles he was in! He probably had an intimidating gaze, too.â
âRespectfully, I disagree.â âOh? Then what do you think he looked like?â âHmâŚâ You paused for a second. âI bet he had women all over him!â Chung Myung coughs on his drink and almost spits it out on the dinner table.
Everyoneâs eyes are on him. âAre you okay, Chung Myung?â You turn towards him with a concerned look on your face. âMhm!â He is a terrible liar and is visibly nervous. You decide to not comment on his face because he looks like he doesnât want to talk about what just happened.
âOkay, back to what I was saying. He seems like the stereotypical heroic type, right? Thereâs no way he wasnât popular with the ladies! Especially if he was big like you said. Who doesnât want a giant and buff knight in shining armor?â Chung Myung is making mental notes on what you're saying. That must be your taste in men, right? His ears turn red while he eavesdrops on your conversation with Jo Geol.
âI guess that makes sense. If he was like that, Iâd want to get to know him too!â âExactly, you understand now!â âI wonder what other features he hadâŚâ Jo Geol thinks out loud. Chung Myung has gone quiet and his face is as red as a tomato. Heâs stopped eating and can only look at his lap while listening to you gush over his previous life. He wants to scream.
âI donât know, but he mustâve been a hunk! I bet he was the chivalrous romantic type, too. Itâd make sense with the whole heroic reputation he has. Hah, sounds like my type of guy-â âI think youâve been reading too many fairytales!â Chung Myung snaps at you. You notice heâs pouting, and decide itâs a good time to tease him. âOkay, why does that concern you? Iâm just speculating. Itâs not like heâs in the room with us, anyway!â âWhatever, Iâm done eating!â He stands up abruptly and leaves.
Jo Geol looks startled; an upset Chung Myung is the last thing the disciples need. âI wonder why heâs so pissy? Itâs not like heâs cared about my taste in men before!â You sigh and watch as Chung Myung slams the door on his way out.
Everyone except you knows why heâs like this. Theyâve watched him steal glances, listened to him praise you after training, and noticed the special treatment he gives you. He doesnât steal from your plate, he sneaks in booze for you and gets jealous when other disciples spend too much time with you. Jo Geol has seen this all before with other disciples. He knows for a fact that Chung Myung is in love with you and is currently jealous!
âMaybe you should go talk to him, (Y/N)?â Jo Geol suggests. The sooner you smooth things over, the sooner peace will return to Mount Hua. âWhy?â âWell, something you said mustâve upset him!â âBut I didnât do anything besides praise the Plum Blossom Sword Saint!â
âLook, (Y/N), if heâs still like this tomorrow heâll make training feel like hell on Earth. Please, smooth things over with him for all of us! We donât want to face his wrath tomorrow!â âYouâre being dramatic, but okay.â Jo Geol breathes a sigh of relief when you finally leave the dinner table.
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Knock knock knock. âChung Myung, is anybody home?â You ask and wait. A couple of seconds pass by with no response. You knock again. âChung Myung, can I come in? Please?â Youâve started using your gentle and sweet tone. Itâs the one you use when you want him to be soft towards you. ���Fine.â He opens the door and has a massive pout on his face. This grown man looks like a kicked puppy, and itâs taking every ounce of self-control you have to not giggle at him. He moves to the side, lets you enter his room, and closes the door behind you.
You look him in the eyes, and youâre ready to confront him. âWhatâs up with you?â âHuh?â âYour mood suddenly changed during dinner, and now Iâm concerned.â âItâs nothing!â His cheeks and ears are turning red again. He looks adorable when heâs like this!
He starts to panic as you close the distance between you two. Since his face is flushed, you decide to check his temperature. His eyes go wide when you put your hand on his forehead. âWhat do you think youâre doing!?â âIâm just concerned about your health! Your face is red, you feel hot, and youâve been acting weird!â âLook, Iâm not sick, so back up! PleaseâŚâ
His tone softened at the end, and you decide itâs high time to stop teasing him. You remove your hand and back up. âThen whatâs your problem? You were obviously upset at dinner. Was it something I said?â â...â âIf you wonât tell me, Iâll have to figure it out myself!â Your mind replays all of the conversations you had during that time. You guys talked about food, how hard training was today, legends and heroes⌠Wait, thatâs it!
âYou werenât upset until I started praising him!â âW-Who!? I have no idea what youâre talking about!â âThe Plum Blossom Sword Saint! Youâre jealous of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint!â âI am not!!â âYes, you are!â âAm not!â His face couldnât get any redder. This is ridiculous! Why would he be jealous of himself? âJust admit it! Youâre jealous because I kept talking about how attractive he mustâve been.â âSo what if I am!? Whatâre you gonna do if I say Iâm jealous, anyway?â You pin him against the door. âDo you wanna find out?â
Chung Myung feels like heâs going to explode in any second now. When did you become so assertive? And who do you think you are, pining your senior to the door like this!? Your face inches closer to him. âSay it.â âNo!â âSay it!â âAbsolutely not!â âPretty please, sahyung?â You purr into his ear. âThatâs it, Iâve had enough of your shit! Why do you even care so much? Do you want me to be jealous!?â âMaybeâŚâ
The tables turn when he trades places you. Youâre caged between his arms and the door, and thereâs no escaping at this point. He asks,â Why are you like this?â âBecause I like it when youâre flustered. Itâs cute.â Your hand raises and you softly caress his face. He grabs your hand, but instead of ripping it away, he buries his face into it.Â
âYou think Iâm cute?â âMhm!â Youâre pleased with your progress. It seems like heâs starting to calm down now. His eyes are still furrowed, and while he looks you in your eyes, he asks,â Do you think Iâm cuter than him?â âPardon?â âDonât make me repeat myself!â Oh, heâs so cute when heâs flustered!
âYes, Chung Myung, I think youâre cuter than the Plum Blossom Sword Saint,â you say as you cup his face in your hands. âYouâre probably stronger than him, too.â âHah, I donât know about thatâŚâ He rubs the back of his neck. All of these compliments are making him nervous! âI do, and I think youâre the strongest, hottest hunk Mount Hua has ever seen!â You start peppering his face with kisses. His heart feels like it could explode in any second!
His eyebrows have relaxed and now he canât stop smiling. âYou have the prettiest smile, too! Oh, and your eyes are so captivating! I could stare into them forever!â âStop it, Iâm not that handsomeâŚâ Heâs rubbing the back of his neck as he sheepishly looks away. You can tell heâs nervous.
âI disagree,â You kiss his forehead, and look down at his lips. âHey, Chung MyungâŚâ âHm?â âCan I kiss you here?â You ask innocently as you poke his bottom lip with your pointer finger. His heartbeat canât go any faster; youâre going to be the death of this man! âY-yeahâŚâ
You grab his chin and pull him forward. Your lips meet, and when you try to pull away Chung Myung pouts. âOh? Whyâre you upset now?â âYou know why!â You smile softly at him and give him a couple more kisses, but these are more drawn out than the first one. Youâre both panting when you finally pull away.
âThere, are you happy now?â âMaybeâŚâ âWhat do I have to do to turn that into a yes?â Your response makes him feel shy, and he goes quiet while trying to figure out how to reply. You decide to take the lead. You grab his hand and lead him to the bed. âLay down so I can coddle you,â you tell him. He obeys, and you follow suit. He lays his head on your chest, meanwhile your hand is running through his hair while the other rubs circles on his back. He feels like heâs on cloud 9.
âAre you happy now?â âMhmâŚâ he mumbles into your chest. You whisper under your breath,â Youâre such a big babyâŚâ âHuh!?â
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The next morning, the disciples noticed Chung Myung was acting weird. He was happy⌠a bit too happy. They definitely werenât complaining! A happy Chung Myung is better to train with than an angry and violent one. Jo Geol will have to thank you later.
#rotbb#return of the blossoming blade#rotmhs#chung myung#return of the mount hua sect#cheongmyeong x reader#chung myung x reader#cheongmyeong#cheong myeong#x reader#fanficion#fanfics#sfw fanfic#fluff#jealousy
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âMyung-Myung bit me. What a dog. Of course, he found out I I'm poisonous.
The hard way.
I guess he learned the lesson.â
#tang bo's diaries#diary 8#tang bo#chung myung#tangchung#fanfic#rotbb#rotmhs#///#The doodles are back!
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ÂŤChung Myungâs mind drifted, far from the cold of the present, back to the warmth of a summer day in Huayin. Where Tang Bo fell asleep, lazily sprawled on a chair, his head tilted back over the edge of the backrest with a half-empty wine bottle resting on his lap barely held in place by the loose grip of his hands. The sun painted his face in gold, casting a glow over the messy strands of his hair.
The gentle rise and fall of Boâs chest mirrored the sway of the wind through the trees. Chung Myung had sat there, watching him in silence. His neck would surely be sore when he woke up, but there was something calming in the way Bo lay so still, so utterly at peace.
Chung Myung could still hear the echoes of the countless times he had scolded Bo for letting the wine grow tepid for dozing off while clutching on the bottle for too long. Now, he could almost relish on same wine again, as if he had been drinking it whole from his hands, with his lips grazing on his fingertips, as his own hands cupped Bo's, trying to catch the drops slipping through.
But all that was left to do was hold on to Bo's body, thigh against his chest, his silent sobs had long since ceased. Chung Myung clung to his body as if he could share some of his warmth.Âť
And yeah, It's done... I'm so done. Although I wish I could say the same thing about my fanfic.
And special thanks to my friends @felixblankspace @victorian-platence for being great friends. âĽď¸â¨âĽď¸
(gracias por soportarme :') )
#return of the mount hua sect#return of the blossoming blade#cheongmyeong#chung myung#tang bo#dangbo#rotbb#rotmhs#my art#Fanfic#There are things I'd like to change about the colors#But everything I tried failed miserably#So this is the best I can do at my current level#Im still proud of myself tho
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âa tangcheong reincarnation ficlet set during the shaolin tournament arc đ
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Part 1 2 3
baek cheon didn't think much of the loud commotion being made in the audience stands as a large family entered the arena.
"huh? what's all that noise over there?" yoon jong voiced out.
the rest of the mount hua disciples turned their heads in the direction yoon jong was pointing at and they watched as people unabashedly stared at the person in the center of the group.
"you missing a cousin or something, samae?" one of the disciples joked.
the man in question looked closer to a tang than he did his own family members who walked beside him. whereas their hair were varying shades of light brown, his was dark and closer to tang soso's own color.
tang soso frowned, narrowing her eyes as she tried to peer at his features which were slightly too far to distinguish properly.
"I don't recall having any cousins in shaolin..." she mutters as yu iseol also tilted her head in question.
the man's gaze sweeped lazily across the arena. even from afar, baek cheon could tell that the man's gaze was contemptuous.
he didn't need to use his qi to enhance his eyesight to know that the gaze that was thrown towards the sect leaders' stand was absolutely scathing.
jo gul scratched his cheek. "he must be the rumored son of the zheng merchant family. see the crest on his robes?"
"what do you know of him?" baek cheon asked. he doesn't really understand why but a part of him felt like he had to be on-guard towards the strange man.
"not much," jo gul winced, "just that he's a bit older than us and that he...mildly poisoned one of the daughters of another family in sichuan."
"..."
they all turned towards tang soso.
"are you sure he's not part-tang or something?" yoon jong asked.
their conversation is abruptly interrupted by loud shouts cheering for shaolin.
the disciples of mount hua shared resolute nods as they began marching forward, letting the praises pouring out from the audience straighten their spines and walk more resolutely.
chung myung seamlessly slipped back into their fold, the money pouches he brought with him noticably emptier than when he had arrived.
it felt as if the cheers for them rang louder than those for shaolin. it was a very ovewhelming feeling and all of them could feel the pressure on their shoulders.
once again, they watch the reliable back of their sajil as chung myung finally sets foot on the stage, gazing up.
the current head of the zheng family was not influenced by the excitement that seemed to radiate from his fellow tournament-goers. rather, his eyes were locked on the face of his elder brother who he had never seen look as emotional as he did now.
there was disbelief on his face. he wore a strange expression which wavered between hope and doubt. unfathomable emotions swam in his eyes.
"ge, is everything alright?" he worriedly asked. "if you wish to leave, we don't have toâ"
"no." zheng bo cut him off. "we're staying."
he shared concerned looks with his other siblings, but they silently agreed to let it be.
their eldest brother had always been distant, but he was never unkind to them.
they could never understand where the weight zheng bo seemed to always carry on his shoulders came from, but he never lashed at them.
they had never known zheng bo to be anything other than melancholic, so seeing the way the beginnings of a lively spark enter his eyes...
it was as if they were watching him transform into someone else for a moment.
"hyung...?" zheng bo murmured as he practically threw himself over the railing to get a closer look.
luckily, their youngest sibling, about the same age as the youngest second class disciple of mount hua, managed to pull their eldest brother back by the robe.
"zheng bo, what's gotten into you?" their mother worriedly clutched at him.
a string of incomprehensible muttering escaped zheng bo's lips. "...a descendant? no, heâa wife? no, as if..."
questioning stares were thrown their way from other audience members, but they were quickly distracted by the start of the deciding battle between the two finalists.
it was a battle that no one could have ever expected.
it felt too one-sided and the zheng family, as with the rest of the spectators, found themselves at a complete loss over the practically one-sided battle between shaolin's hye yeon and mount hua's chung myung.
there was heavy and glooming feeling charging the atmosphere. the previous racuous and excited cheers turned into silent feelings of apprehension and confusion.
âthis is nothing compared to what mount hua has been through.â
zheng bo let out a pained, heartaching noise.
"ge," the second zheng son started, still lost. "do you know what he's talking about?"
it seemed to him that chung myung was talking about something beyond the prior slow decline of their sect.
zheng bo seemed to be too overcome with his own emotions to answer.
they all turned back their heads to the stage and were graced with the sight of a soft curve of a blade that arched beautifully, tearing apart all the golden winds thrown towards its weilder's way by hye yeon.
"beautiful..." someone in the audience behind them mumbled.
and it truly was a mesmerizing sight to see.
and it became all the more so when plum blossoms pink, an unstoppable multitude, bloomed from chung myung's sword.
tang bo crumpled where he had was standing.
happiness, guilt, and, most of all, /relief/ wrapped themselves around his heartâhis heart which, for the longest time, for over three decades, had been hollowed and emptied out of any possible feelings.
"you're here too."
tang bo didn't have to be alone anymore.
#last part will be part 3 hahahahsdlj#real this time!!!! HAHAHA#tangcheong#tang bo#chung myung#rotmhs#rotbb#return of mount hua sect#return of the blossoming blade#return of the blossoming blade fanfiction#dumb rotmhs fanfic ideas#staying true to my og branding with prev tag#tin writes#also i wrote this in one go on twt so sorry for any errors HAHASDLKJSD#once this is completed i'm thinking of cleaning it up and posting it on ao3
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rotmhs has so many characters and so many arcs and so many different places and things that itâs weird there arenât more fanfictions focusing on the obscure details (or more fanfictions in general).
come on. write a fic about chung myung, chung jin, chung mun, and tang bo. theyâve canonically interacted and the author said that chung myungâs happiest memory is them together. is that not a perfect story setup?
tang jo pyung knew pbss. heâs met reincarnated cm too. thereâs so much potential there. write more about this adorable old man.
when traveling, hyun young and chung myung prefer to be as frugal as possible. come on! there was only one bed?? perfect setup for a story with that!
also yu iseol. she definitely knows. enough said.
sure, Iâm just ranting about my new hyperfixation because I want more, but I know Iâm not the only one out there who wants more. and you know what? fuck it. I might write something myself. itâs been years since Iâve written a fic but I bet I could do it again.
#rotmhs#chung myung#tang bo#rotbb#return of the mount hua sect#fanfic#please im desperate#might write about the elders because theyâre fun#hyun young#yu iseol
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Some one please give me art of this iv been I love with this fanfic for ages i just love how he portrayed as a old man and official but at the same time is seen as the total opposite so when they get these letters and how he talks, itâs hilarious ďżź
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Manifesting more Chung Myung/ reader fics!!! â¨â¨â¨â¨
I need more chung myung/reader fics ಼â _â ಼
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Because Iâm still fixated on return of Mount hua sect:
Fic Idea!
Iâve seen a lot of people do âTang Bo reincarnates tooâ fanfics (which, I love yâall. Plz keep writing) but I havenât seen one where heâs there from the beginning. Canon rewrite style.
Like, imagine Chung Myung reincarnates as per canon but a few minutes after realizing (and getting information) Tang Bo, freshly reincarnated and just as confused overhears Chung Myung getting information and they figure out that they reincarnated together! So they make their way to Mount hua and canon events occur but this time thereâs someone helping Chung Myung in his shenanigans and that changes things just a little.
Chung Myung having someone on his level to rely on would be a HUGE boon to him while doing things (plus having someone to yell at him for doing stupid shit in secret [*cough* using his literal life force and almost dying *cough*].) Someone to join in his suffering not only when the past becomes a bit too much but also when he feels the unfairness of what happened to Mount Hua and himself. Someone who acknowledges with him all the people that died in the war that didnât get remembered and how unfair it is that the current generation of Mount Hua is weak because there was nobody to teach them how to be strong or how to manage things. Someone to talk to when things get rough, you know?
But also just the hilarity of both of them being gremlins from the beginning. I mean, Chung Myung has said it himself, Tang Bo is a bit of a crazy bastard. Which is rich coming from him, but also that kinda shows how crazy Tang Bo is. Itâd be interesting to see them causing trouble, especially if theyâre clingy because â¨traumaâ¨. Itâd be funny if anyone from/allied with mount hua just has the general knowledge that if you see one, the other isnât far behind. Tang Bo will walk down the streets for shopping but Chung Myung is probably on the roofs of said stores watching. Or if Chung Myung is out in the forest training Tang Bo is either on standby to make sure heâs ok or training himself within earshot but not close enough to be seen. This may go on to the point that if they are forced to separate for some reason or another it feels really weird and unnatural for everyone involved, not just them.
Also the whole tang clan confrontation would be 1000x funnier. Because Tang Bo is no longer really related to them he gets a lot of questions about his name (unless he changes it for secrecy?). Tang Bo watching from the sidelines as his dagger techniques getting used by his family to fight mount hua. Tang Bo, horrified and laughing in the background as Chung Myung is proposed to by his descendant because that man is 82 even if he looks like a teenager. Also Tang Bo seeing what his family has become over time.
Idk I have thoughts because the funny poison man lives rent free in my brain.
#tang bo#chung myung#cheong myeong#return of mount hua sect#return of the blossoming blade#return of the mount hua sect#rotbb#rotmhs#can someone please write this?#I canât write for shit
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Hellooo~ Hru??
So- I was enjoying your stories a lot, and I decided to make a request!!
I was wondering if you could make Return Of Blossoming Sword? Cause- there isnât many people that makes those fanfics and I really like your style!!
So, here is basic idea that I have. Rebirth Chung Myung was chilling random place (like near the random cliff or something) almost falling into sleep. Then he felt a presence approaching him! Just before they touches him, he grabbed their wrist. When he opened his eyes, he saw his bestie! Like- a bestie before Chung Myung was reborn.. he was confused yet happy.. but the reader is trying to hide that they were reborn bc they didnât want to drag Chung Myung down by making him remember the past⌠and Reader suddenly run away but Chung Myung catches them- and they talk- then reader talks about reasons why they hide themselves. Itâs because their faith was same. In past, during the ChunMa war. Reader died first, even in this second-life reader will die first by unknown reason!
And thatâs it! I wish you liked the idea! I will leave the ending and other stuff to you! I hope I didnât made too many errors since En is not my first language..!
Anyway! Thx and love you pookie!! (â§âĄâŚ) âĄ
  A Friend From The Past
(Return Of The Mount Hua Sect)
(Cheongmyeong Reuniting with a friend he knew from his past life)
(GN!Reader)
(Love ya too pookie)
Cheongmyeong was resting on a very high hill meditating to himself and occasionally cursing out the higher rank disciples and other sects till his ears twitched as he felt another presence behind him.
Him automatically thinking it was an ambush he threw out his hand and grabbed the wrist of the so called ambusher just for his eyes to widen and mouth to slightly drop as he took a step back in unbelievement.Â
It was you. You were his friend from a hundred years ago. You were the person heâd laugh around and wouldnât hesitate to speak about anything around you. Before he died in his past life.Â
How were you here?
You tried to get out of his grip which you successfully did as he faltered from the shock. You turned and began running because you did not want to drag Cheongmyeong into remembering the horrid past.
Cheongmyeong for him he isnât one to give up easily and immediately began chasing after you with a fire in his eyes.
âHey! Come back!â He yelled pointing at you. You yelped in response, clearly surprised he was going such lengths just to chase you and sadly for you his speed was unmatched and he caught up to you.Â
He grabbed your wrist gently this time.
âIt's you!â He says happily.
âYou remember? But..â You mumble making Cheongmyeongâs face drop a bit.
âArenât you happy.?â His voice cracked a little which was a surprise for him.
âI am I am! I just wanted to hide myself.â You said looking at him directly.
âWhy?â Cheongmyeong said, frowning.
âBecause it's faith. Our faith was the same. I died first in our first life remember? Itâs going to be the same again. Because you now know.â
âHow does that even work?â Cheongmyeong replied looking hella confused.
âI donât know. I guess if two people who have rebirth meet, it messes with their death.â
Cheongmyeongâs face faltered but soon a smile perked up.Â
âMight as well make the most of it then? Also who knows if this is our final life? There could be another.â
Your eyes light up and you smile in reply.
âYeah!â
#x reader#fluff#cheong myeong#return of the blossoming blade#return of the mount hua sect#chung myung#cute#no tw#gender neutral mc#no use of y/n#mwah <3#pookie
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Why is writing a fanfic hardđ-
I just want to write Tang Bo and Chung Myung being adorable
And the reactions of people to Chung Myung's sudden change of demeanor when he's with Tang Bo
But then I have to figure out the entire plot and how it's suppose to end-
damnit mannnđđ
#debut or die#return of the mount hua sect#rotmhs#rotbb#chung myung#tang bo#tangchung#return of the blossoming blade
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Chung Myung x Yin Yue(oc)
Warning: Spoilers for chapter 541, angst, mention of death
Summary: Yin Yue thought she almost lost him
The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a lantern in the corner. The aftermath of the battle with the Demonic Sect had left its mark on Mount huas deciples, but none more so than Chung Myung. His body, battered and bruised, lay still on the bed for 2 days , his chest rising and falling rhythmically. For once, the ever-spirited swordsman looked peaceful, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion.
Yin Yue was also exhausted, not sleeping and eating for 2 days as she continues to kept watch over him
Yin Yue sat beside him, her arm tightly bandaged, but she barely felt the sting of her own injury. Her eyes never left him, taking in every detail of his faceâthe faint scars. She clenched her fist, her nails digging into her palms as she whispered to herself, âI have to become stronger. I have to protect you...â
Her voice cracked, and she pressed her lips together to stifle the sob threatening to escape. Her chest felt unbearably tight, the memory of the battle replaying in her mind. She had watched him stand alone against the overwhelming force of the Demonic Sect priest , his body a shield for everyone else. And then, she had watched him fallâbloodied and broken.
Tears slid down her cheeks as she stared at him now, her heart shattering under the weight of fear and guilt. He almost died. Again. Right in front of me.
Yin Yueâs body trembled as silent cries wracked her frame, her hands reaching out instinctively but stopping just short of touching him.
Her mind drifted to the pastâa life she could never forget. A life where she had already lost him. The pain of that loss surged through her, raw and unrelenting. She clenched her jaw, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
âI canât lose you,â she whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness. Her gaze, dulled by exhaustion and grief, burned with determination as it rested on his face. âI need you to stay alive⌠to kill that fox demon.â
The room fell silent again, save for the faint sound of her shaky breaths. Yin Yue brushed a strand of hair from his face, her touch feather-light, as though afraid he would disappear if she pressed too hard.
Her own injuries throbbed in protest, but she didnât care. All she could think about was the person in front of herâthe one person she couldnât afford to lose. âYouâve already given too much,â she murmured, her voice steadier now. âSo stay alive, Chung Myung. No matter what, Iâll make sure of it this time.â
#cheong myeong#chung myung#cheong myung x oc#chung myung x oc#cheong myung x reader#chung myung x reader#chung myung fanfic
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Chung Myung x Fem! Reader: 100 Years and a Promise (SFW/Part 4/Finale)
Summary: Youâre both used to your new life. A few years have passed and things are comfortable. This part has a sillier vibe than the last. Itâs also the last SFW part Iâm writing.
Contains: Fem! Reader, Alcohol mention (thanks Chung Myung), hangovers, Chung Myung being jealous, Jo Gul getting bullied because Chung Myung is jealous (sorry Jo Gul), a Chung Myung POV Iâm not very proud of but itâs there
WC: 5,184
Chung Myung feels warm sunlight hit his eyelids as he begins to stir. His head is pounding thanks to last nightâs activities, and the grogginess is not helping. A faint snoring hits his eardrums, but it takes him a moment to realize they were too soft to be his. He jolts up when he realizes that someone else is in his room.
He tries to look around, but not too fast to avoid vomiting. It feels like someone is holding his hand, so he looks down to investigate and finds you lying on the side of his bed. It looks as if you fell asleep while sitting on his bedroom floor, and he canât imagine that sleeping like that is comfortable.
You feel someone nudging your cheek, and when you wake up thereâs a creek in your neck and a slight headache. My headache canât be as bad as Chung Myungâs considering how much he drank, you think, and look up to see him staring at you. âOh, good morning,â you say softly. You're assuming he has a hangover, and you don't want to make it worse by speaking too loud.
âMorning,â he replies and immediately follows it with a yawn. You notice that one hand covers his mouth, but the other is preoccupied with holding yours. You mustâve fallen asleep while holding hands, how scandalous! Imagine if someone walked in on you two. Your peers wouldn't let you live that down for years.
âChung Myung, can you let go of me, please?â you ask after a futile attempt to retrieve your hand. âDo I have to?â âYes, because you need to burn off that alcohol and take a bath, stinky,â you say and get up from your uncomfortable spot. âIâll go draw a bath for you while you get rid of your hangover, mâkay?â You tell him this so heâll let go, and he does. You run off to heat up some water for the wooden tub, and Chung Myung is left alone with his own thoughts.
- Chung Myungâs POV
âIâll go draw a bath for you while you get rid of your hangover, mâkay?â is what (y/n) said before she left the room. After taking care of my hangover, my mind is still plagued by her. No matter how hard I try I cannot stop thinking about her and the way she glows in the moonlight. Iâm not entirely sure if that beautiful scene from last night was real or a dream, and if it was a dream, Iâm upset that I woke up from it.
She looked divine, but did she always look like that? Even a hundred years ago? I'm a fool for not realizing this sooner. I also canât help but wonder if sheâs always been so soft and caring towards me. I suppose she was when I wasnât causing trouble and trying to start fights. Sheâs always made sure Iâve eaten, patched me up, and has helped me achieve my goals.
Just thinking about her makes my chest feel warm, and I canât figure out why I constantly feel the need to hold her. Itâs as if sheâs holding a magnet thatâs constantly pulling me towards her⌠Is this what romantic love feels like?
Everytime I look back on my previous life, Iâm certain thereâs a familial love I feel towards people like Chung Mung, but this is different. This is a new uncharted territory, and it makes me feel anxious. Itâs not a bad version of anxiety; itâs hard to explain. These feelings are complicated and I really wish it didnât take me this long to notice them. Life would be easier if I knew what to do next, but I donât even know if she feels the same.
Knock knock! âChung Myung, Iâm coming in!â I hear her yell. Think of the woman and she shall appear. She walks in and continues,â Itâs hot and ready, so hurry before it gets cold.â â(y/n), can I ask you something?â I ask. After last night and realizing my feelings, something has been bothering me.
She mentioned something about starting a family back in the day, and that she already had someone in mind. Obviously that never happened, but the thought of her loving someone else upsets me. She loved this person, but I never heard anything else about him. I never even noticed anyone getting that close to her, so whoever it was, he wasnât very public with his feelings. Could this mean he didnât care about her? Did he even love her in the first place? Iâm probably overthinking things, but it wouldnât hurt to ask her about him.
I feel the mattress dip while she sits beside me, and the curious expression on her face makes my heart beat faster. Since when was her expressions so cute!? Sheâs pulling such an adorable face, and the fact that I canât pull her towards me and mash my lips on hers is killing me!
My face is definitely beet red, and I know that sheâs noticed because she asks,â Are you feverish again? I thought you were getting rid of your hangover? Iâd rather talk to you when you have a clear mind-â âI did! Itâs clear enough! Now, let me ask you something,â I say. I canât help but anticipate her answer; Iâve waited over one-hundred years to find out who this man is. Iâm going to be pissed if it turns out he was an asshole towards her.
- Readerâs POV
âRemember the promise you made to me?â he asks, and you shake your head. Youâre lying of course; you didnât expect him to remember such a thing! âIâm afraid I have no idea what youâre talking about. Iâve made a lot of those over the past hundred-and-something years, so youâre gonna have to clarify,â you reply while twirling your hair around, and it suddenly feels like eye contact is more intimidating than any war youâve fought in.
âYou promised me youâd tell me who you loved before the war ended. Itâs ended, so now you have to tell me!â He clears the air and his face is filled with anticipation. âO-Oh! I donât remember that-â âBullshit! You made a pinky promise, too, so you HAVE to answer the question!â
Oh, I fucked up. You think, because you actually have to answer his question now. Thereâs no backing out of something as serious as a pinky promise. You try your best to create a lie but struggle to come up with anything. You decided that giving vague answers would be your best bet.
âHe was tall, dark and handsome,â you reply with a falsely confident smirk plastered on your face. He raises an eyebrow,â Tall, dark and handsome?â âMhm!â âThat is painfully vague, (y/n). That description matches almost everyone in the sect,â he points out. His expression looks genuinely upset and heâs not playing around like all those years ago. He continues,â How long are you going to keep this from me? At this point, Iâd assume he was never real in the first place. Youâd never do something like that, though. Right?â
You look down at your palms and notice that theyâre starting to sweat. You stare at the floor like itâs infinitely more interesting than your conversation, because youâre trying your best to avoid whatâs about to happen. You really donât want to look him in the eyes and tell him the truth. It'll be painfully awkward, but it looks like that might happen soon.
âRight, (y/n)?â He asks, and thereâs an awkward silence that fills the air afterwards. âDammit, (y/n), please tell me you didnât lie about thatâŚâ âOkay, so hereâs the thing. The part about wanting to settle down was genuine, but I couldnât find a bachelor I liked. When I finally did, the crush was one-sided.â
âWhen you kept pestering me about who it was, I panicked and didnât know what to say. Back then, I didnât want to look lame in front of you, so I told you it was a secret!â You blurt out. You release a sigh to loosen up the tightness in your chest caused by all of this stress and continue,â Iâm sorry, it wasnât my intention to lie and lead you on like that. Honestly, I thought you would have forgotten by now. That was over a hundred years ago, but you still remembered that little promise we made.â
âOf course I did. I didnât know how to show it or realize how much I cared about you back then. When you died, I tried to cherish every memory you left behind,â he answers while rubbing the back of his neck. Talking about your death upsets him, and heâs trying his best to not show it. The mattress dips as you sit beside him. âAw, Chung Myung, thatâs so sweet. If I didnât know any better, Iâd say youâve gotten soft since then,â you elbow him while you tease him in hopes that it lightens the mood.
Your teasing certainly gets a reaction out of him as he retorts,â No, I have not!â His arms cross while he continues,â Anyways, back to you. So you did all of that because you were awkward and couldnât pull anyone. Instead of looking like a loser in front of your friend, you lied and kept that secret for over a hundred years.â âI mean, yeah, most of that is true. Except for the awkward part. I was hot and I couldâve pulled anyone I wanted!â âExcept for the guy you had a crush on,â he points out.
You frown, because that guy was technically him and him pointing that out stings. You quickly recover from this, though. Youâve had this unrequited love for years, so hiding your true feelings is as easy as breathing. You chuckle and reply,â Yeah, except him.â
âSeeing how upset you are makes me regret everything. I should be more upfront with stuff like that, and Iâm sorry for keeping that from you. It was wrong of me to do that,â your gaze looks serious while you apologize. You grab his hand while you continue,â I swear Iâll never do something like that again.â You notice his cheeks turn red, maybe from anger? Who knows. Chung Myungâs mind is hard to read and heâs unpredictable. Thatâs why you enjoy his company so much. He keeps you on your toes.
He lets out a long sigh,â You swear it?â âI swear it.â âWell then Iâll accept your apology, but make sure you stay true to your word. They hold no weight if you donât practice what you preach,â he says, and you couldnât agree more. After finally getting all of that out, you feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off of your shoulders.
âItâs settled, then,â you say as you get up and hold your hand out to him. âThe bath water has probably gotten cold by now, but you still need to clean up.â âYeah, yeah,â he says as he takes your hand and gets off of his bed. âYou still stink like alcohol,â you comment. Itâs not overbearing, but itâs not what an honorable disciple of Mount Hua should smell like.
âI do not!â âYou do, stinky.â
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After that morning, you noticed Chung Myung started acting differently. Anytime youâd hand him something his fingers would ghost over yours. When you walked side by side, heâd walk so close that your hands would brush together. Any bystander would think you two were about to start holding hands.
Heâs also been weirdly aggressive towards some of the disciples. Well, heâs always been like that, but lately itâs increased ten fold towards disciples that are âsuspiciously friendlyâ towards you. Thatâs what he said when you asked him about his attitude, and you just assumed he was being extra protective since you two were old friends.
Youâve overheard disciples gossiping about you two. They say that you guys act like a couple, and youâre secretly in a relationship. That last part is kind of dumb in your opinion. Dating is technically allowed so hiding it makes no sense, and even if it wasnât, Chung Myung isnât afraid to break the rules. He already drinks like someone whoâs about to have their limbs amputated, so a petty rule like that is nothing to him.
While walking to the dining hall, you overhear a group of younger disciples actually talk about whoâs dating who, and you think you heard them drop your name and Jo Gul's. You decide to ignore it and mind your business; thereâs no need to ruin your day with something like that. You have something more important to concentrate on, anyway, and thatâs dinner.
When you enter the dining hall, the fragrance coming from the rich meats and spices fills your senses. Your stomach starts to growl; the roasted meat on the table is the only thing you can think about right now. Never mind the gossiping disciples from earlier, food is ten times more important than the nonsense they spat!
You make your way over to your usual spot, and Jo Gul and Yunjong are already there. When you sit down, your mouth starts to water at the sight of beef glistening in a spicy sauce, roasted vegetables, fluffy white rice, and crispy chicken. Your stomach growls at the exquisitely appetizing scene in front of you, and you waste no time in grabbing a plate and filling it to the brim.
â(Y/N), donât steal all of the food! Save some for the rest of us! Iâm begging you!â Jo Gul playfully wines while giving you puppy eyes. You roll your own eyes at him,âOf course Iâm not going to eat everything, Jo Gul⌠Or will I?â You snicker at him, and heâs acting overly dramatic as he makes a devastated face at your response.
âJust kidding!â You laugh at him. âHere, have a bite!â You say as you toss a chunk of meat at him. He flawlessly catches it in his mouth, and canât help but smile while he chews it. The flavors are so divine itâd put a smile on anyoneâs face.
You hear someoneâs foot steps approach you from behind, but you pay them no attention as you grab another piece of meat between your fingers. âOne more time! Say âAhhhhâ!â You tell Jo Gul while you aim. He starts to open his mouth, but closes his lips when he looks over your shoulder. He is visibly nervous when he makes eye contact with the person behind you.
Yunjong, whose lips were originally smiling during your guysâ exchange, have now turned down slightly. Your eyes follow theirs, and they land on Chung Myung. He looks intimidating while he towers over you. Well, intimidating to other disciples, but not to you. Youâre used to his pissy face at this point. It has its own unique charm.
âChung Myung, itâs about time you joined us!â You chime in, and he finally stops glaring daggers at poor Jo Gul. His attention snaps to you and his gaze softens. The expression he makes towards you is so tender, and it brings a sentimental warmth to your chest. It reminds you of how grateful you are that you two are here living with each other again.
âHere, sit beside me!â You say while patting on the chair beside you. He follows suit, but gives Jo Gul the side eye before filling up his plate. Did something happen between them? You think, but brush it off. Thereâs no need to pry into that right now. If you bring it up, Chung Myung might get pissed at him again and raise hell. Everyoneâs happy because weâre surrounded by food; better not change that.
Except the mood did change unwillingly. Even as he ate, you could still see that there was something wrong with Chung Myung and Jo Gul looked terrified. There was an awkward silence that felt like it droned on forever until Jo Gul decided to do something about it. âSo, (Y/N), the weathers been good, right? Lots of⌠SunâŚâ the poor guy tried so hard to break the uncomfortable silence. He stopped the silence, but the atmosphere was still awkward.
âJeez, thatâs how youâre going to start this conversation? I donât mean to judge, but⌠Nevermind, Iâm judging,â You reply to him. You swear you saw Chung Myung smirk out of the corner of your eye. âWhatâs so funny, Chung Myung?â You turn and ask him. Something clearly happened between the two of them, and they're starting to make this evening unbearable.
âItâs nothing, donât worry about it,â he replies while digging into his food. It's your turn to give him a side eye, but you decide to ignore him and redirect your attention to your meal. After eating in peace for a couple of minutes, you see something fly out of the corner of your eye. You tried to mind your business, but the second time you snapped your head in the direction it landed.
Poor Jo Gul got smacked in the face with a smidge of sauce. You notice that thereâs another glob heading towards him, so you catch it mid-air with a napkin. Your eyes follow the direction it came from, and notice that Chung Myung is looking really suspicious.
âChung Myung, did you throw this?â You ask and stare him down. His eyes refuse to meet yours while he replies,âMe? No, thatâs wasting food. Iâd never!â He cracks a smile. âYouâre a terrible liar,â you say, and a small piece of chicken hits him on the cheek. He glares at the culprit, and this time itâs Jo Gul that's on the attack.
âAre you stupid!?â Yunjong blurts out at Jo Gul. It looks like someone will have to plan his funeral later. Immediately after Yunjongâs outburst you watch Chung Myung throw a large piece of chicken at Jo Gul, and a food fight is definitely going to break out if you donât stop this.
You decide not to, because this is the most entertaining thing youâve seen all week. Thanks to Jo Gulâs terrible aim, someone that was sitting at the table behind us got involved. Everything escalates quickly, and thereâs a food war breaking out in the lunch hall.
Itâs chaos. They somehow even got Yunjong involved, which surprised you. Heâs so quiet and seems like a goody two shoes, but here he is slinging handfuls of rice like itâs no oneâs business. You feel something sticky hit the side of your head, and now thereâs sauce stuck in your hair. Time to get involved!
You shoot out of your chair and fling your food at your attacker. It was Jo Gul, and it smacks him in the face. Heâs covered in what was going to be your leftovers and you canât help but laugh at the sour expression on his face.
Chung Myung takes this opportunity to grab an entire chicken, stuffs one of the legs in his mouth, and chucks it at Jo Gulâs head. The poor guy tries to hit it before it lands on his face, but fails. The force of this chicken actually knocks him off of his feet, and his butt smacks on the hardwood floor.
Chung Myung starts walking towards Jo Gul with a chair, and you grab him by the waist to make him stop. âJeez, at least let him get up! And whatâs with the chair? Thatâs too far!â You yell at him. âMmmph!â Is all you hear while you grab at his arms. He looks annoyed at your sad attempts to stop him, but you eventually rip the chair out of his arms. If you werenât there, Jo Gul definitely wouldâve gained another head injury thanks to Chung Myung.
While you sit the chair down and scold Chung Myung, you hear a slam coming from the entrance and everyone halts. âWhatâs going on!?â You hear one of the elders yell. Youâre all fucked.
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âMan, Iâm beat!â You sighed while walking to your room. You tried your best to get you and your friends out of punishment, but it backfired. They made you mop AND wash the dishes. Chung Myung didnât have to help you with the dishes, he didnât even get punished, but he still helped you anyway. That was sweet of him. You think as you walk side-by-side.
You finally got to bathe after all of that, and you canât wait to go to bed. âItâs nice, isnât it?â He suddenly asks. âWhat do you mean?â âOur life right now,â he clarifies. âYeah, youâre right. I mean, the last one was nice and I miss it sometimes, but this current one is good, too. We get to be young again and have fun. Itâs especially fun since youâre here,â you reply while elbowing him.
Heâs giving you another one of those tender smiles, and his eyes soften. Youâre ridiculously pretty in this life, too. You think to yourself. âI think these new disciples have grown on me, too,â you add. âMaybe a bit too much,â you heard Chung Myung say that under his breath.
âOh? Afraid Iâll replace you with one of them?â You ask and Chung Myung stops dead in his tracks. You stand in front of him as you tease,â Are you getting jealous, Chung Myung?â âYes.â
You stare at him for a solid second. You did not expect him to say that. Youâve known him for well over a hundred years and couldnât predict that heâd say something like that. âWait, youâre actually jealous?â âMhm.â âOf who exactly? Is there someone specific, or are you jealous of every person that interacts with me?â You ask him.
He grabs both of your hands and asks,âDo you like Jo Gul?â He looks anxious while heâs waiting for your reply. âI guess heâs nice,â you reply. âWhy do you ask?â âI heard someone say you two were sneaking off in the middle of the night and planned on eloping,â he says while crossing his arms.
âHeh⌠Heheheh-â you let go and break out in giggles, but youâre quickly interrupted by your friend. âStop laughing!â He snaps, and you hold your stomach while you try your best to stop laughing. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry! Hah, I just canât believe you actually thought I was talking to him like that-â âI didnât say that I believed it!â His cheeks are starting to turn red from embarrassment.
âGood, because none of itâs true,â You say and start walking towards your bedroom again. He catches up to you, and you feel his hand brush against yours. Should I hold his hand or not? I mean, he did grab mine earlier⌠You think, and after going back and forth a couple of times you decide to take that risk.
You grab his hand, and he doesnât pull away. A small smile cracks on your face, but youâre too nervous to look up at him. You don't know if you should let go or not when you both get near your bedroom door. The both of you finally stop, and when you try to pull away Chung Myung keeps holding on to you. It's like last night all over again.
âThis is my stop-â âWhat if I liked you like that?â His eyes look dead serious, and judging by his tone you know he's not joking right now. âW-What?â You asked hesitantly. He takes a step closer to you and doubles down on what he was saying,â What if I liked- no, loved you enough to sneak off with you? What if I loved you enough to secretly elope with you during the night?â
âYouâre not drunk right now, are you?â âNo!â He replies with desperation in his tone. You nervously swallow your spit, because this isnât real, right? This has to be a dream. Your crush, who youâve loved and waited for for over one hundred years, is trying to confess to you. It sounds too good to be true!
Your heart feels like itâs going over a hundred beats per minute right, and you look down at your hands that are still interlocked together. You pull his hands closer to your chest and look back into his eyes. âChung Myung, if this is a joke, itâs a really cruel one.â âItâs not, Iâm asking a genuine question!â After his response, you inhale and exhale deeply in an attempt to calm your nerves. It doesnât help much, and you can already feel your cheeks heating up.
âDonât laugh at what Iâm about to say,â you tell him, and pray that you wonât cringe at this moment in the near future. He looks slightly confused, but you continue before he can say anything. Itâs now or never. âThat would make me the happiest woman in the world,â you reply to his question and he holds your hands a little tighter.
His lips start turning upwards into the cheesy grin you've always loved. âDo you know how long I've waited for this, (y/n)?â âI don't know, since you started getting jealous of Jo Gul?â âI was not!â He groans at your response. âI've been waiting for over a hundred years, you know,â you tell him and his eyes widen.
âOver a hundred?â He asks with his mouth agape. âMhm.â â... You were talking about me back then, weren't you?â He asks. He really hit the nail on the head, huh? It only took him over a century to realize that.
You wrap his hands around your waist, and he doesn't budge when you get closer to him. At this point you guys are so close that your chests are touching. You wrap your arms around his neck, and with a sudden burst of confidence, admit,â Well, you are tall, dark, and handsome, aren't you?â
His eyes widen slightly and his cheeks redden at your sudden boldness. His flusteredness makes it clear that he didn't expect this, and the current look on his face is adorable. It's the kind of face you'd want to grab and plant kisses all over. Maybe I should⌠you think while sitting in silence for a couple of seconds.
You haven't seen Chung Myung be this nervous in years. His tan lips suddenly part as he tries to break the silence,â Can IâŚâ âCan you what? Use your words,â you tell him while keeping your eyes on his lips. His gaze follows yours, and what you want is obvious.
âCan I please kiss you?â He asked with bated breath. âOf course,â you reply and he hesitantly closes the space between you. When your lips finally met, it was sloppy. You're an elder whoâs never kissed anyone, and judging by his movements Chung Myung is in the same boat. You two probably look pathetic right now, but oh well. You're literally living your dream right now, so you could care less.
When your lips part, he grabs your face and tries to go in again. This time it's more sporadic and heated, and your hands start to roam his chest. He acts like he's been starved for weeks and is finally digging into his favorite food. You try your best to match his hungry pace.
When you part a second time youâre both out of breath, and this love feels electrifying. His eyes are unfocused while you grab his face and start planting little pecks all over it. âIâve- peck loved- peck you- peck for- peck so- peck fucking- peck long!â âHeheh, I can tell!â He says in between giggles.
All you feel right now is your love thatâs accumulated over the years finally spilling out, and Chung Myung definitely isnât complaining about it. You keep spoiling him, and heâs basking in all of the new attention heâs getting. If your love is water, heâs the sponge thatâs soaking it up.
After a few more kisses, you pull away to get a good look at his face, and heâs smiling from ear-to-ear. Your face mirrors his, because after saying what was on your mind for ages, you feel like a weight has been lifted off of your chest. He continues holding you tightly, and for a moment all you do is lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. It reminds you that you two are alive and the nightmares from your past life are long gone. Youâve yearned for his love for over a century, and you finally got it.
The silence is comfortable, and after you've had your fill of bear hugs you look up at Chung Myung. âHow long have you loved me?â You asked him. âThat's hard to answer,â he replies while running his hands up and down your back. You rest your chin on his chest while eagerly waiting for him to continue.
âThere might've been something before you died, but it intensified after you left. Then, I found you again, and for the past few years it got stronger. I didn't realize what those feelings were until recently⌠I've never had romantic feelings before, y'know?â âYeah, and you were never really pursued, either-â âWhat's that supposed to mean!? I had people all over me during my prime!â âYou're lying and you know it; most people were terrified of you and your attitude! You only tolerated me and a handful of other people,â you confidently call out his bull shit.
You sigh and continue,âRegardless, I am over the moon now that we've been upfront with each other.â âYeah, me too,â he replies. You pull away, but not without grabbing a hold of Chung Myung's hand. You turn to open your door and make your way in while dragging him in.
âWhat are you doing?â He asks while following you, and you close the door behind him. âGoing to bed. Are you joining me or not?â You ask as you let go of him and plop on your bed. Not even a second passed and he's already thrown himself onto the mattress.
âDesperate, are we?â you tease as you finally get to lay down after such a long day. He hushes you, but never denies it as he pulls you into his chest. It's softer than you expected, and you prefer this over your old pillow.
âI love you,â you remind him and give him one last peck on the cheek before going to sleep. âI love you, too,â he adds and falls asleep not even a minute after his head hits the pillow. He snores like an old man, and while it would annoy most people, it's endearing to you. It's what you listen to as you drift off into a blissful slumber.
That was the best sleep youâve had since you both reincarnated. There were no nightmares about your past or tears, just comfort while being in your loverâs arms. It's like he's your nightmare repellant, and you hope you're the same for him. You'll have to sleep with each other again.
#rotbb#chung myung#return of the blossoming blade#rotmhs#return of the mount hua sect#sfw#sfw fics#sfw fanfics#fanfiction#x reader#Chung Myung x reader#cheongmyeong x reader#cheongmyeong#cheong myeong x reader#cheong myeong#fem! reader
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âI have met him at lastâthe Plum Blossom Saint of Mount Hua. He swept through me like the wild BĂĄihÇ of Shaanxi, unrelenting and magnificent, each strike as precise as it was unrestrained. I thought myself prepared, but he was... something beyond. With his blade, plum blossoms appeared from the very air, filling the autumn around us with the freshness of spring. To witness his form in battle was like glimpsing a force of natureâunyielding. Breathtaking. The sun, in all its radiance, could envy the brilliance he brought to that moment.
He left me crumpled on the ground, defeated, yes, but with a strange peace. Losing has never felt so right. In truth, I had never felt more alive. I was nothing but bruises and dust, yet there was something that filled me, something more vivid than pain, something that surged past the ache. I rose from the ground and thanked himânot just for the fight, though it was the greatest of my life, but for something larger, something I could not yet name. Maybe, my whole life Iâve been training for this moment.
I must confess that I am unworthy to write here among the chaos of my thoughts, but he honored me with his name, Chung Myung. We went for a drink afterward, my treat. I believe he was caught off guard. A part of me wishes he could understand how much I hope to see him again, to stand beside himâwhether as rival or friend. He will likely never know that, for me, he was not just the best match Iâve ever had, but the best of all things.â
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I have to scrap half of what I've written so far cuz it doesn't fit my vision anymore. *sigh* I love hate writing...
Anyway, this is something I've been thinking about for a while... Caramel arrow cookie amd Chung Myung looks so much alike.
Like, they're not identical, but every time i look at her she reminds me of him (tho I already knew about her before I read RotBB)
#cheongmyeong#chung myung#return of the blossoming blade#return of the mount hua sect#Fanfic#Random thoughts#My creativity has left me.#Muses are so cruel
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dumb rotmhs fanfic idea where chung myung doesn't reincarnate and instead turns into a lost ghost on mount hua.
that is, until his spirit stumbles into yu iseol chasing after their lost plum blossoms technique that he begins to slowly regain his memories.
Got inspired by @dew-in-the-morning's tweet here!! You can also read the original fic thread :DD
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yu iseol doesn't know who the one-armed stranger was. she had opted to ignore him when she first noticed his presence in the far distance upon arrival at the clearing. but he'd been observing her for almost two hours now, and it seemed as if he had no intentions to leave at all.
"come out." she tells the one-armed man, but frustratingly receives no response at all.
she makes a move towards him but he disappears within a blink.
a part of yu iseol becomes unsettled, but she decides to brush it off as nothing more than a one-off encounter.
she's quickly proven wrong.
the following night, she once again finds him in the same spot, facing her direction. it continues that way the next night until the next week. the man is consistently there and always leaves whenever yu iseol outwardly acknowledges his presence.
after almost two weeks of this occurring, yu iseol decides to stare just as intently at the man as he did at her sword.
she doesn't often feel conscious about how others perceived her, but something about the way the man's eyes visibly narrows when she swings or stabs her sword makes her every move feel like they were being scrutinized and dissected.
and that her results were unsatisfactory if the random clucks and tsks she hears off to the side whenever she overextends her swings were any indication.
the man's robes were clearly from mount hua. but she quickly realizes that what she initially thought were shadows on his garbs were actually dark blood stains.
then a sense of uneasiness washes over her when she notices that she could see the edges of a tree through him.
it seems that her nightly companion was some sort of supernatural entity.
she doesn't feel any true fear though because no amount of malice or resentment was ever turned her direction since she began seeing the man.
"who are you?" yu iseol finally asks.
but, as expected, the man disappears and she's left alone in the clearing.
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"are there ghosts on mount hua?" yu iseol asks the sect leader much to his bemusement.
"perhaps." he replies to her after a beat passes. "what brought this on?"
yu iseol silently huffs at the admittedly lackluster reply, but responds politely, "i just saw something."
before she could turn away, the sect leader hums pensively and gently adds,
"maybe what you saw was the ghost of an ancestor watching over you."
clearly, it was intended to be an acknowledgement of her nightly sword training and visible efforts towards attaining mount hua's swordsmanship.
yu iseol, however, took the message quite differently.
that night, yu iseol lets out a breath and lowers her sword as she once again catches sight of the semi-translucent man observing her from behind a tree.
her attention zooms in on the bloodied embroidery of a plum blossom on his chest and the sword sheath strapped to his waist.
she steels herself as her eyes locks onto sharp, pink ones. she was certain that whoever this man had been, he was a strong swordsman with the way he held himself even in death.
and if the way he attentively observed her sword training was a potential indication....
"excuse me," yu iseol begins, fists clenched, "do you know how to make plum blossoms bloom?"
there was a long pause between them. for a moment, yu iseol worried that she was mistaken and that the spirit of this ancestor would disappear as he usually did.
but then the one-armed man steps forward for the first time into the clearing and replies by unsheathing his sword.
it glints against the moonlight despite its translucency and yu iseol knows that she couldn't miss the next moments no matter what.
the ghost of her ancestor holds it aloft in the air for a brief moment. And then he swings his sword into an arc.
in yu iseol's chest, the uncertain flicker of hope ignites into an unstoppable wildfire.
#ghost mentor pbss au#i think cm would ask yu iseol to train her other martial siblings#but i'm not sure if everyone would take her seriously yet.#i wanna say that yu iseol in this au participates in the southern edge sect-mount hua disciple tournament and stuns everyone HAHASKLDJSD#mount hua might still be poor in this au tho#yu iseol#chung myung#rotmhs#rotbb#return of mount hua sect#return of the blossoming blade#return of the blossoming blade fanfiction#dumb rotmhs fanfic ideas#tin writes#also i wrote this in one go on twt so sorry for any errors HAHASDLKJSD
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