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[wisepoetryfox]

You know what kind of story I *really* want to read someday?

One where the hero and villain are both manipulators. They both have the same traits in their strategies of divide and conquer. The only difference is that the hero harms *only* their enemies, *only* the leader of the pack not their followers. The only reason they ever harm or disarm anyone who isn't their immediate enemy is if they absolutely had to. This garners them the reputation of a good and noble person whom others idolize and follow even though they were manipulating others, even innocents according to their motives.

Whereas the villain couldn't care less about the harm they cause to others in their pursuit of victory. They don't care how many lives are destroyed, nor how many enemies they make in the process. All they do is obsessively follow their goal. This garners them the reputation of a villain and slowly even their allies realise the villain would sacrifice them with no issue. Which is the exact opposite of what the hero does.

The villain incapacitates anyone and everyone they need to through fear. The hero acts kind and considerate even though they couldn't care less about their chess pieces, they always fulfill their promises because they can't risk their pawns turning against them.

The entire story is a thriller chess match where an aggressive player makes reckless moves and the opponent remains calm. I think that'd create a lot of tension.

An enemies to lovers that follows this plot would the cherry on top for me.

Do you have any such recommendations? I'd really like to read some stories or manhwas like these.

[wisepoetryfox]

Can't convince me he doesn't look slutty as hell in this drip, like what you dancing for boy?

NSFW WARNINGS

During cold nights and lazy afternoons, he'd wrap his arms around you and snuggle into your chest. If you're a boy he's comfortable, if you're a girl he is happy with two extra pillows.

He'd put kisses onto the nape of your neck, telling you what a good girl/ good boy you've been. Listening to all his orders without complains, he runs his hand through your hair, playing with it while you entangle your fingers in his in turn. He relaxes into your touch and smiles unconsciously as you place a kiss to his forehead.

Yes he loves sleeping with you like this, he loves your comfort even when he thought he had no love to give and you find comfort in his affections. Hands encircling your waist, it was always his favorite place to hold you as he kissed your neck, going down to your chest or brests and littering them with kisses. Might even suck your nipples if he's in a flirty mood, leaving you a blushing mess. Then he'd chuckle in that cute voice you've grown to adore "Flustered so easily my flower? I've planned much more for you."

Truly, he'd be the death of you one way or another :)

[wisepoetryfox]

Don't read if you haven't read till Ch 53 of the Webtoon. I promise it won't make sense otherwise. In this one I have provided some backstory for the oc/reader.

You sit in your room, alone. The rooms provided for the participants for the test on the blood corpse valley are surprisingly well maintained. For all you cared you thought they'd just give each of the participants a shack to stay in. That would have been fine for you. You don't come from wealth you come from dirt poor parents that had to sell you off to the shamans of Cheonji. From a young age you had a strange affinity to evil spirts and forces. You remember having little to eat, consuming fistfuls of dirt to sate your hunger. You remember throwing up more than you ever ate due to consuming anything from hunger. Your parents never particularly cared, all you got was the apathetic, sometimes pitying gaze of your mother. Her bones sticking out, you got a father who refused to acknowledge neither you nor your mother. Looking back you suppose you can't blame them, they didn't have enough to feed themselves. They got thrown out of their village due to you, they figured that maybe if you starved to death it would relive them from the influence of the dark spirits that took away their good fortune......

You were dirty, never having anything but torn rags clinging to you. You remember the strangely dressed masked men, their faces and bodies covered head to toe in black clothing. You remember seeing joy in your father's eyes for the first time as he clung to the leader's leg and thanked him. You remember your mother crying. The men took you away in a bullock cart and you didn't protest. You realised as you grew among them, never allowed to leave or question their decisions that you were now a part of Cheonji. It took you a few more years to realise the tremendous fear the name of your master created in the martial world. Due to your ability to sense grudges without any training they had bought you to make you one of their shamans. Your master said you had potential. They said you had *value*. Even after all these years, you feel guilty about it. You know you shouldn't feel happy to be bought, to be sold by your own parents. But your talent in handling grudges and spiritual techniques was valued here. Your diseases and malnutrition were cured by the healers. For the first time....you had a purpose, you didn't mind that it was forced onto you.

You sighed as you sat on the bed, thinking about these things. It wasn't unexpected for you to be sent to Blood Corpse Valley, the vassals of Chenji always sent their prodigies to the test. The chance to become a disciple of one of the peak lords of Cheonji was a competition. Candidates like you were considered perfect to be sent, young and talented people from poor backgrounds. People get a rare mix of ambitious youngsters willing to kill to prove their worth mixed with expendable material. That was why Bi Yongheon, your master had sent you.

Your eyes are wide open as you stare at the ceiling, heart beating frantically as you grip the sheets on the bed. The second test was just over, you hadn't changed your bloodstone clothes. *What was that?* You were terrified of the young boy with the demonic eyes. You remember he wore black clothes with red linings, his long hair loosely tied and his red eyes.....To you he was a picture of monstrosity. He had killed the demon boar and defeated everyone in the test. When you saw him, you already knew you stood no chance against demon like him. What terrified you about him more than his sadistic ferocity was that look he gave you. That single look of realisation when he saw you look at one of his bonded grudges, he recognised your look exactly as it was. That was what made the adrenaline pump in your ears, *he knew you could see them too....*

Your roommates wouldn't be coming back today, you were going to be all alone in this luxurious, well furnished room for the first time in your life. You were paralysed with fear, breathing quickly, your heartbeat erratic as if it was still running to save itself.

You flinch when you hear the knock on the wood, it is midnight. You sit up instantly, should you open the door? There is a knock again. No, you decided you should not. Silence. You get up, looking to be aware of any suspicious movements as you walk the length of the room and slide open the door. Your eyes freeze in an expression of terror when you see him. Those same cold and demonic red eyes looking back at you with a smile. "May I come in?" You step back, still staring at him, your mind goes back to the fields......when people were killing eachother at his order. You step back and he enters the room, sliding the door to close it. He takes the liberty to sit in the chair next to one of the beds previously by your deceased roommate. The raw stench of death qi from him makes you still as he passes you. You are still standing at the door when he makes himself comfortable. Your heart was telling you to run, your mind was telling you that won't work. Not this time. You take your time, being cautious as you walk towards him. He gives you your time, sitting with closed eyes, smiling. Waiting for you to come close.

"You saw...the chains?" *Wow...so direct* you think. You nod, eyes going to that tiny wooden doll in the neckline of his jeogori. He takes a breath, placing one leg above the other as he looks at you. "Tell me....do you have a tendency to see things?" "I'm a shaman". He raised an eyebrow. You could feel the immense resentment and power emanating from the doll, he had such a powerfull spirit vesseled in the doll. It made you nervous. He was thinking silently. "Well (reader).....you've made quite a problem for me". The pressure was building, you were sensitive to spirits. You could feel the effects of even being in the presence of such a powerful blue spirit grudge.

Suddenly...your hand shot out and grabbed the wooden doll. His eyes widened, you caught him off guard but he didn't fail to react. You feel an iron grip on the hand that held blue, you feel the coolness of steel on the skin of your throat. You feel eyes boring down at you with cold analysis. You shiver in fear as he leans closer "Work for me". You nod, still holding the wooden doll. All your instincts telling you to chuck it out. He doesn't let go, the knife to your throat draws a drop of blood.

After a few moments of staring in confrontation you let go of the doll and he releases you. You look at him as he stands up. He looks at you with those same cold eyes, your earlier actions perplexed him....."Do you want it?" "Huh?" You look back at him with a frown. "The blue spirit, do you think she will give you power?" You hadn't thought of anything along those lines, the sense of it's vile energy made you think it was something to be destroyed at all costs....but now you have calmed down. You realise you can't afford to anger the boy in front of you and you can't overpower the blue grade grudge. He leans in and places a hand on your shoulder, his words for your ears only....though there were no other occupants in the room. "You are a junior shaman of Cheonji I assume....your master must want to be in the favour of one of the peak lords. A shame....you won't get to be a good investment if you die here." You know he is serious, you know what this means.....from this moment forward you can't afford to betray or disobey him. He pats your shoulder and smiles, you notice how he is shorter than you by about an inch. "I'm sure you realise the benefits of following me. There is nobody else here who cares for anything less than killing you." He walks back to the door, believing his job here was done. You call out to him against your better judgement. "Wait". He stopped to looking back at you. "Since we will be working together....I need your name". A pause.....then "Gyeong un mok, you can call me gyeong. 'Sir' works just as well."

[wisepoetryfox]

Don't read if you haven't read till Ch 53 of the Webtoon. I promise it won't make sense otherwise. In this one I have provided some backstory for the oc/reader.

You sit in your room, alone. The rooms provided for the participants for the test on the blood corpse valley are surprisingly well maintained. For all you cared you thought they'd just give each of the participants a shack to stay in. That would have been fine for you. You don't come from wealth you come from dirt poor parents that had to sell you off to the shamans of Cheonji. From a young age you had a strange affinity to evil spirts and forces. You remember having little to eat, consuming fistfuls of dirt to sate your hunger. You remember throwing up more than you ever ate due to consuming anything from hunger. Your parents never particularly cared, all you got was the apathetic, sometimes pitying gaze of your mother. Her bones sticking out, you got a father who refused to acknowledge neither you nor your mother. Looking back you suppose you can't blame them, they didn't have enough to feed themselves. They got thrown out of their village due to you, they figured that maybe if you starved to death it would relive them from the influence of the dark spirits that took away their good fortune......

You were dirty, never having anything but torn rags clinging to you. You remember the strangely dressed masked men, their faces and bodies covered head to toe in black clothing. You remember seeing joy in your father's eyes for the first time as he clung to the leader's leg and thanked him. You remember your mother crying. The men took you away in a bullock cart and you didn't protest. You realised as you grew among them, never allowed to leave or question their decisions that you were now a part of Cheonji. It took you a few more years to realise the tremendous fear the name of your master created in the martial world. Due to your ability to sense grudges without any training they had bought you to make you one of their shamans. Your master said you had potential. They said you had *value*. Even after all these years, you feel guilty about it. You know you shouldn't feel happy to be bought, to be sold by your own parents. But your talent in handling grudges and spiritual techniques was valued here. Your diseases and malnutrition were cured by the healers. For the first time....you had a purpose, you didn't mind that it was forced onto you.

You sighed as you sat on the bed, thinking about these things. It wasn't unexpected for you to be sent to Blood Corpse Valley, the vassals of Chenji always sent their prodigies to the test. The chance to become a disciple of one of the peak lords of Cheonji was a competition. Candidates like you were considered perfect to be sent, young and talented people from poor backgrounds. People get a rare mix of ambitious youngsters willing to kill to prove their worth mixed with expendable material. That was why Bi Yongheon, your master had sent you.

Your eyes are wide open as you stare at the ceiling, heart beating frantically as you grip the sheets on the bed. The second test was just over, you hadn't changed your bloodstone clothes. *What was that?* You were terrified of the young boy with the demonic eyes. You remember he wore black clothes with red linings, his long hair loosely tied and his red eyes.....To you he was a picture of monstrosity. He had killed the demon boar and defeated everyone in the test. When you saw him, you already knew you stood no chance against demon like him. What terrified you about him more than his sadistic ferocity was that look he gave you. That single look of realisation when he saw you look at one of his bonded grudges, he recognised your look exactly as it was. That was what made the adrenaline pump in your ears, *he knew you could see them too....*

Your roommates wouldn't be coming back today, you were going to be all alone in this luxurious, well furnished room for the first time in your life. You were paralysed with fear, breathing quickly, your heartbeat erratic as if it was still running to save itself.

You flinch when you hear the knock on the wood, it is midnight. You sit up instantly, should you open the door? There is a knock again. No, you decided you should not. Silence. You get up, looking to be aware of any suspicious movements as you walk the length of the room and slide open the door. Your eyes freeze in an expression of terror when you see him. Those same cold and demonic red eyes looking back at you with a smile. "May I come in?" You step back, still staring at him, your mind goes back to the fields......when people were killing eachother at his order. You step back and he enters the room, sliding the door to close it. He takes the liberty to sit in the chair next to one of the beds previously by your deceased roommate. The raw stench of death qi from him makes you still as he passes you. You are still standing at the door when he makes himself comfortable. Your heart was telling you to run, your mind was telling you that won't work. Not this time. You take your time, being cautious as you walk towards him. He gives you your time, sitting with closed eyes, smiling. Waiting for you to come close.

"You saw...the chains?" *Wow...so direct* you think. You nod, eyes going to that tiny wooden doll in the neckline of his jeogori. He takes a breath, placing one leg above the other as he looks at you. "Tell me....do you have a tendency to see things?" "I'm a shaman". He raised an eyebrow. You could feel the immense resentment and power emanating from the doll, he had such a powerfull spirit vesseled in the doll. It made you nervous. He was thinking silently. "Well (reader).....you've made quite a problem for me". The pressure was building, you were sensitive to spirits. You could feel the effects of even being in the presence of such a powerful blue spirit grudge.

Suddenly...your hand shot out and grabbed the wooden doll. His eyes widened, you caught him off guard but he didn't fail to react. You feel an iron grip on the hand that held blue, you feel the coolness of steel on the skin of your throat. You feel eyes boring down at you with cold analysis. You shiver in fear as he leans closer "Work for me". You nod, still holding the wooden doll. All your instincts telling you to chuck it out. He doesn't let go, the knife to your throat draws a drop of blood.

After a few moments of staring in confrontation you let go of the doll and he releases you. You look at him as he stands up. He looks at you with those same cold eyes, your earlier actions perplexed him....."Do you want it?" "Huh?" You look back at him with a frown. "The blue spirit, do you think she will give you power?" You hadn't thought of anything along those lines, the sense of it's vile energy made you think it was something to be destroyed at all costs....but now you have calmed down. You realise you can't afford to anger the boy in front of you and you can't overpower the blue grade grudge. He leans in and places a hand on your shoulder, his words for your ears only....though there were no other occupants in the room. "You are a junior shaman of Cheonji I assume....your master must want to be in the favour of one of the peak lords. A shame....you won't get to be a good investment if you die here." You know he is serious, you know what this means.....from this moment forward you can't afford to betray or disobey him. He pats your shoulder and smiles, you notice how he is shorter than you by about an inch. "I'm sure you realise the benefits of following me. There is nobody else here who cares for anything less than killing you." He walks back to the door, believing his job here was done. You call out to him against your better judgement. "Wait". He stopped to looking back at you. "Since we will be working together....I need your name". A pause.....then "Gyeong un mok, you can call me gyeong. 'Sir' works just as well."

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It all started that one day when you found him sitting on the windowsill in your room, seemingly exhausted as he just sat there silently. His eyes shot up to look at you as you entered "Ah there you are, I was wondering where you'd gone." You step into the room and shut the door behind you, the sight of him covered in blood has become too natural for your liking. "You'll dirty the floorboards, blood is hard to get out of mahogany" he smirked, voice growing lighter as his expression became more amused. He tilts his head to the side with that annoyingly pretty little smug smirk on his lips "What does it matter? You won't be the one cleaning it." You look up at him, who among the two of you is justified doesn't really matter, he's just joking. You step towards him, he looked so pretty under the moonlight, even the moon made his white skin sparkle. The dried bloodstains on his face and clothes would have looked disgusting to someone else, but you find it somewhat attractive. Who knew you had such an appreciation for the macabre? Certainly not before you met gyeong un mok.

You sighed and turned around, walking towards your bed to sit down there. "Whatever,why are you *really* here?" You supposed he had some reason to be, after all gyeong wasn't one to dawdle needlessly anywhere. Surely he'd never come visit you without any ulterior intention......

"Just felt like coming, is all. It's a beautiful moon tonight, a shame to be looking at it alone." You stand corrected, not that you believe him. Of course he must have had some reason for coming here but for now you suppose you could play along with whatever he was doing. You look back at the window upon which he is perched, he was right. It is indeed a pretty full moon tonight, such a shame really that you hadn't noticed it yet.

You let out a sigh, your tone a little lighter, a bit softer. "Yes, I suppose it is quite beautiful tonight." Slow footsteps, quiet ones walked towards you. You wouldn't have noticed it if you weren't looking right at him. His form, drenched with blood from head to toe walked upto you, dragging the blood on his soles through your perfectly clean floors. You tense up, no matter how many time you see it you can't seem to get used to it. The sight of him in blood, walking towards you felt intimidating for the most part if not a bit arousing. You've known many who have fallen by his blade, even tonight he had come to you after killing someone. It makes you anticipate, even dread the day that by some twisted reasoning, some misalignment of interests those hands may even take your life.

Your eyes widen, his hand is on your cheek and it is most gentle. As if the one it belongs to isn't a ruthless killer, as if said hand wasn't red with dried blood. You look up and gyeong smiles, there's something missing in that smile, something hidden. You have wondered before, does he hide any ounce of kindness in his heart when he kills and maims to get his way or does he truly reveal himself in the moments when there's satisfaction in his face as he kills? Which one was his true nature? You are forced to remember that question again as you stare at his smile, lacking something important....something human. Yet in his own way it was assuring, it spoke that he had no intention to hurt you.....yet.

He leaned in a bit, the stench of blood and death became more prominent with the proximity. "Yet I think, it may pass less wasted with you." There was mirth in his voice, he was teasing you. He sat down beside you and you were forced to forgo any concern about leaving bloodstains on the bed.

He was smiling now and under the moonlight it even made him look somewhat cute. Even the bloodstains all over his body seemed appealing somewhat, you reached over and wiped out a few bloodstains from his face. He seemed surprised by the action but didn't pull away....

[wisepoetryfox]

It all started that one day when you found him sitting on the windowsill in your room, seemingly exhausted as he just sat there silently. His eyes shot up to look at you as you entered "Ah there you are, I was wondering where you'd gone." You step into the room and shut the door behind you, the sight of him covered in blood has become too natural for your liking. "You'll dirty the floorboards, blood is hard to get out of mahogany" he smirked, voice growing lighter as his expression became more amused. He tilts his head to the side with that annoyingly pretty little smug smirk on his lips "What does it matter? You won't be the one cleaning it." You look up at him, who among the two of you is justified doesn't really matter, he's just joking. You step towards him, he looked so pretty under the moonlight, even the moon made his white skin sparkle. The dried bloodstains on his face and clothes would have looked disgusting to someone else, but you find it somewhat attractive. Who knew you had such an appreciation for the macabre? Certainly not before you met gyeong un mok.

You sighed and turned around, walking towards your bed to sit down there. "Whatever,why are you *really* here?" You supposed he had some reason to be, after all gyeong wasn't one to dawdle needlessly anywhere. Surely he'd never come visit you without any ulterior intention......

"Just felt like coming, is all. It's a beautiful moon tonight, a shame to be looking at it alone." You stand corrected, not that you believe him. Of course he must have had some reason for coming here but for now you suppose you could play along with whatever he was doing. You look back at the window upon which he is perched, he was right. It is indeed a pretty full moon tonight, such a shame really that you hadn't noticed it yet.

You let out a sigh, your tone a little lighter, a bit softer. "Yes, I suppose it is quite beautiful tonight." Slow footsteps, quiet ones walked towards you. You wouldn't have noticed it if you weren't looking right at him. His form, drenched with blood from head to toe walked upto you, dragging the blood on his soles through your perfectly clean floors. You tense up, no matter how many time you see it you can't seem to get used to it. The sight of him in blood, walking towards you felt intimidating for the most part if not a bit arousing. You've known many who have fallen by his blade, even tonight he had come to you after killing someone. It makes you anticipate, even dread the day that by some twisted reasoning, some misalignment of interests those hands may even take your life.

Your eyes widen, his hand is on your cheek and it is most gentle. As if the one it belongs to isn't a ruthless killer, as if said hand wasn't red with dried blood. You look up and gyeong smiles, there's something missing in that smile, something hidden. You have wondered before, does he hide any ounce of kindness in his heart when he kills and maims to get his way or does he truly reveal himself in the moments when there's satisfaction in his face as he kills? Which one was his true nature? You are forced to remember that question again as you stare at his smile, lacking something important....something human. Yet in his own way it was assuring, it spoke that he had no intention to hurt you.....yet.

He leaned in a bit, the stench of blood and death became more prominent with the proximity. "Yet I think, it may pass less wasted with you." There was mirth in his voice, he was teasing you. He sat down beside you and you were forced to forgo any concern about leaving bloodstains on the bed.

He was smiling now and under the moonlight it even made him look somewhat cute. Even the bloodstains all over his body seemed appealing somewhat, you reached over and wiped out a few bloodstains from his face. He seemed surprised by the action but didn't pull away....

[wisepoetryfox]

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[wisepoetryfox]

Can't convince me he doesn't look slutty as hell in this drip, like what you dancing for boy?

NSFW WARNINGS

During cold nights and lazy afternoons, he'd wrap his arms around you and snuggle into your chest. If you're a boy he's comfortable, if you're a girl he is happy with two extra pillows.

He'd put kisses onto the nape of your neck, telling you what a good girl/ good boy you've been. Listening to all his orders without complains, he runs his hand through your hair, playing with it while you entangle your fingers in his in turn. He relaxes into your touch and smiles unconsciously as you place a kiss to his forehead.

Yes he loves sleeping with you like this, he loves your comfort even when he thought he had no love to give and you find comfort in his affections. Hands encircling your waist, it was always his favorite place to hold you as he kissed your neck, going down to your chest or brests and littering them with kisses. Might even suck your nipples if he's in a flirty mood, leaving you a blushing mess. Then he'd chuckle in that cute voice you've grown to adore "Flustered so easily my flower? I've planned much more for you."

Truly, he'd be the death of you one way or another :)

[wisepoetryfox]

(Spoiler alert: if you haven't read far into the webtoon yet I suggest you read the story first)

Relationship headcannons cause I couldn't resist writing it

When you first met him he came off as crazy (he is)

When you first saw him rip out a guy's throat to get the ball (first test on blood corpse valley) he got your attention, by terrifying you (hey something's still better than nothing right?)

You first got his attention when he noticed you could see the demons around him, or at least sense them somewhat

Not gonna lie, at first he planned to kill you like he planned for everyone else (death qi requirements and all that, he's a hungry boi) but when he noticed your peculiar ability he decided he could use a sidekick of sorts

Definitely leaves you behind to do his work or take the attention off of him when he's off on his little side quests (que killing more people or finding new ways to kill more people and eat their energy)

One of your greatest nightmares in your days of covering for him would definitely be washing his clothes, you swore you washed that pair just yesterday and he's handing it back covered in blood like what? Chill bro (poor you, can't even say no cause the guy's terrifying)

He definitely enjoys scaring you, you can't convince me otherwise. It's that little crack of a smirk on the side of his lips every time your eyes widen a little in terror that you overstepped boundaries and might be killed.

He has decided to not kill you yet, no you're still useful to him. That doesn't mean he doesn't threaten to do so in order to keep you in line and you believe him every time since you're not going to try and find out what happens if you protest.

OK, that's as good as you can expect it to be between you two on the first days of your little 'agreement'. You listen to him and in turn he doesn't kill you (you may even benefit from helping him due to his growing position in Cheonji, he says). But what happens after a few more weeks you ask?

Gyeong has begun to trust you more, enough to tell you his name (you think it's Gyeong cause he still hasn't given you his real name, he doesn't plan to)

But hey despite everything you have to endure from him you can rest assured he'll make sure you have no other problems at Cheonji

The difficult tests and missions? He's found a way out for both of you. Your overly murderous peers? He's killed them all

You hate to admit it but having him as a 'friend' is actually pretty useful here at a place like Cheonji where there's no certainty whether you'd live tomorrow. That is, if you're not following him, if you are then good news for you. There's no way you'd die as long as he still has use for you

You don't know how to look at this arrangement, there's no way in hell you're friends and there's almost no difference in your ranks (he pulled you up the ranks with him) for you to be his subordinate but for now he provides as good an assurance for survival as you can get

However none of these things change the fact that you're a subordinate in all but name to him. You help him with his qi circulation and daily necessities, you follow his plans and sometimes even aid in making them

But there's still a boundary between you two, you've been through life threatening situations where you had no choice but to trust in his judgement. You two have been through situations that could bring total strangers close but he doesn't seem to care about that

Death and risk comes so naturally to him that he enjoys it, you know that fact and sometimes can't help but feel thankful for how talented he is but that same fact is what makes those situations somewhat mundane to him

It's not because he's suspicious of you, he just doesn't get what's so great about surviving something together. To him you'd still be a subordinate in all but name even if you've known each other for months

At this point, something major has to happen for him to see you any differently. Maybe you helped him out of a hopeless situation (highly unlikely), maybe you sacrificed your life for him or maybe you got him a high level grudge for his collection

He doesn't understand why you'd put yourself in actual danger for him, seemingly without wanting anything in return. This is when your.....partnership turns to something more

He no longer threatens you if you protest, doesn't scare or blackmail you for a few mistakes, he even let's you back out of things simply because you didn't want to do it

He's come to respect you as a friend, maybe even a partner if it gets there. People that try to kill you are never heard from again. He's already lost almost everyone who cared for him, he refused to loose you too

Your interactions got considerably lighter, he'd even crack jokes and laugh at yours. Sometimes he'd act in such a way that you couldn't help but think he's almost fond of you

Fluff headcannons

He's become more accommodating of your moods and more attentive towards you in general. He even teases you sometimes and leaves a few gifts

Your spiritual power has grown weak? Demon sage left a few healing talismans and spells for that. You were trying to learn a new sword formation? You see demon sage sneaking in the corner of your room to deliver scrolls with in detail explanations

He even has demon sage keep an eye on you to take notice of the things you like (The grudge is instructed to not be seen by you but you spot him anyway)

On a hard day you might find your favorite candy on your bed and you know exactly who it's from

Gyeong even invites you to take late night walks with him in the grounds or the forests around Cheonji, he insists it's because patrolling together is more efficient but that's only because he has no idea how to ask you out on a date

I don't see him being too emotionally supportive or even into things like PDA, acts of service is by far the only way of showing affection that he's comfortable with

So that's it for now, I might add NSFW materials in future posts. I'd like to hear your opinions on this

[wisepoetryfox]

So I was reading myst, might and mayhem on webtoon the other day and naturally I went on tumblr to see where the Fandom was heading with all this bloody massacres our dear Mc gets to and what do I see? Nothing! No fan content at all what's up with that? .......Like I know a lot of you like where the story is going don't lie (I see your comments) so it's a tragedy that there's literally nothing here of our boy. So I started writing on tumblr, if you want content gotta create it right? I am taking requests and no I don't care how bad it is, we gotta revive the community people

[wisepoetryfox]