bring honour to us all [2]
pairing: poly!svt x fem!reader
wc: 5.1k
genre: non-idol au, mulan/military au, reader pretends to be a man to replace their father during conscription, depictions of physical violence (battles and death), sexualised language, smut in future parts but will be highlighted in chapter warnings, everyone is a little in love with reader regardless of presenting gender, chapter warnings around gender roles and challenging gender expectations
summary: you joined the army as hyunjin to save your father and found a place that you never imagined for yourself. now, they know you’re a noble lady and you have to find a new peace amongst them, with a new title and some feelings that you aren’t fully prepared to confront.
a/n: this chapter came so easily to me and it's been so nice to feel super motivated to write! thank you @livmarauder for beta-reading this chapter for meI was blown away by the response to the first part, it made me so happy, so thank you from the bottom of my heart! please reblog and comment, and let me know if you want to be added to the fic taglist!
chapter 1 . chapter 3
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Before, your world was so small.
Your home, your family, your village.
You knew everyone by name and they knew you. There were no secrets, rumours and whispers becoming facts and shouts by the afternoon. You had been a part of those rumours on a number of occasions, the sweet but witless only daughter who would be no good for anyone but could make some pretty babies.
Those aunties would be aghast to see you now - hair cut under your chin, a man’s tunic, a well used sword strapped to your hip. You doubted it would be the awe that you are looked upon now as the imperial battalion walked along the main road.
It was a village just like yours. Small, judging from the couple hundred people that lined the street. Their clothes are clean and their eyes wide but looking around, you can see the edges of destruction brought by the opposing army. The Hun had been here so now you, in your imperial clothes, look like a saviour.
The others looked just as startled as you are, except the career fighters. Seungcheol has a politician's smile as he offered respective bows to those around him, to an unspoken rhythm that only Jihoon and Soonyoung seemed to know. The rest tried to keep up.
A girl with a doll clutched tightly in her little hands beamed up at you. You waved back. She rambled with excitement while her mother slid a patient hand over her black hair, smoothing back loose hairs. It struck a pang of familiarity and you could see yourself there, your mother’s loving smile looking down at you.