Copp3rpheasant - Copper

tangcheong au where the tang elders set up an arrange marriage for their dark saint to make sure he doesn't run off and become part of another sect.

they want his power to remain with the tang and be used FOR the tang so they find a suitable marriage partner for him.

when he hears of the potential marriage, chung myung absolutely laughs off the idea.

tang bo agreeing to settle with some random girl? TANG BO?

Absolutely ridiculous.

He can't wait to meet up with Tang Bo again and hear him whine and talk trash about his family.

"They're really serious about it this time, hyung..."

Chung Myung doesn't know what to make of the unsmiling expression Tang Bo's face fell into when Chung Myung brought the topic up.

"I think...hm...."

Chung Myung doesn't know why his body suddenly felt cold all over. His eyes fell onto the tea that Tang Bo held.

Tang Bo absently swirls the drink around as an unsual tense silence fell between the two of them.

The liquid's swirling motion mirrored the emotions moving quickly through Tang Bo's eyes.

Chung Myung let out a snort that felt out of place, "Why are you thinking so hard about it? We both know you're going to reject it anyway."

Tang Bo looks up and catches his eye. He gives Chung Myung a long, searching look.

And if he really was trying to look for something in Chung Myung...

Tang Bo didn't find it.

"I'm—"

"We both know you're going to reject it, right?"

Chung Myung doesn't understand why he felt such a strong wave of emotion—why he was being so insistent about this.

Tang Bo drinks his tea in one go as if it were a cup of alcohol. His laugh rings oddly in Chung Myung's ears.

"I agreed to it."

"You..."

Tang Bo shrugs. "It was a good match."

"Since when have you ever cares about good matches?" Chung Myung asks, more accusatorily that he thought it would sound. "You've never cared about the Tang Family's orders before. Why care now?"

"We're getting old, hyung. Haven't you ever thought about settling down?"

Yes, Chung Myung doesn't want to admit, didn't you promise we would at the end of the war?

If Tang Bo meant it as a joke, Chung Myung didn't want to be seen as the idiot who took it seriously.

Why was Chung Myung even making such a big deal out of this in the first place?

Marriage wasn't going to stop their friendship. They could still hang around. It wasn't going to stop him from occassionally dropping by the Tang Estate when he was in town.

It wasn't a big deal.

But then Chung Myung thinks about Tang Bo asking to leave early because he had a wife to go home to.

He thinks about Tang Bo telling him he can't go outside Sichuan because his wife wanted him to stay.

He thinks about Tang Bo refusing a spar because his pregnant wife needed him.

Chung Myung never realized how possessive he could get with his friends. Would he act the same if Chung Jin or Chung Mun got married?

....he doesn't think so, but he doesn't think any deeper because of the unreadable look Tang Bo was giving him.

Chung Myung doesn't read too much into his sudden wish that they were drinking alcohol instead of tea.

"Never thought I'd even see the day that the Tang Dark Saint would allow himself to be a kept man."

Chung Myung tries giving Tang Bo an ugly expression, but the way his face twisted and stretched felt uncomfortably stiff and just wrong.

Tang Bo didn't seem to realize though as he turned his attention back to swirling his tea.

Tang Bo wore a small smile on his face that, if they weren't talking about an event like a wedding, Chung Myung would say looked a bit sad.

Chung Myung, with a grin that felt too tight on his lips, clinked his cup against Tang Bo's.

"Congratulations, Tang Bo."

"Thank you, hyung."

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It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals

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jaded tang bo lives au... save me jaded weary tang bo lives au.. tang bo who turns angry and vengeful bc of the injustices carried out by the jianghu during and after the war that the tang elders vote to have him locked away because he is a danger both to himself and to others... one hundred years later chung myung comes back and finds tang bo hidden away and nearly forgotten about beneath the tang familys main house in a prison modeled after the very room he once promised he'd share with chung myung one day, after the war, after they travel together...

Every time I think about the susquest I keep imagining this meme in my head so i decided to make it real

u know what lemme post it here too

—a tangcheong reincarnation ficlet set during the shaolin tournament arc 👍

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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 to—"

"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, he—a 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.

“this is nothing compared to what mount hua has been through.”

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 heart—his 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.

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