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endless-vall · 7 years ago

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It was never a competition - A Kenna x Raydan fanfic

Summery: As he watches Kenna and Dom spar for old time’s sake, Raydan can’t help but feel a slight pinch at his heart. Dom has given Kenna something Raydan could never give her - the possibility to say goodbye to her loved ones, to the ones she lost. Kenna has gotten her closure, but Dom never did. *Jumps from Kenna’s and Raydan’s POV* Author’s note: @michue reminded of the scene at the end of TCATF trilogy, where Kenna and Dom were sparring outside the castle, just like they did at the beginning of the series, and requested a jealous Raydan over it. I decided to write this piece as a part two to this fanfic - ”It’s all healthy competition” Dom/Raydan. I hope you’re fine with it! I recommend reading that fanfic if you haven’t, and then continuing on to this one, all though you don’t have to read it for it to make sense. I also a decided to slightly link this fanfic with “A breath of relief” mentioning a certain (not very liked) character, and introducing another oc. hang in there, this might be leading somewhere... ;) I hope you like it! 😘

It’s been a year since they got married, and a few months since Kenna gave birth to their beautiful boy, Adrien. Raydan was now holding the baby, while Kenna and Dom sparred for old time’s sake. His son was giggling in his arms, clearly happy to be held. Raydan couldn’t hide his happiness, either, as he was watching his son in awe. Kenna won, of course, and reminded Dom how she always had won in those kind of battles they had. He made a snarky comment about turning into a dragon, at which Adrien took interest. Well, maybe not interest, since the boy didn’t really know what dragon meant, at that time, but he was clearly looking towards Dominic’s direction right now. Dom took notice of that, too, and came by, ruffling his hair. “Are you being a good boy? Not giving too much trouble for your parents, eh? I sure hope so!” Dom talked to Adrien, who just played with the hem of his sleeve. “Yeah, he sure is.” Raydan said, proudly. Dom couldn’t hide a sorrowful look in his eyes, and Raydan has thought back to their talk at the eve of the battle. Both of them cared for Kenna deeply. Cared. They were in love. Ultimately, Kenna chose Raydan. He was the happiest man alive, and she assured him she was as well. She beamed walking down the aisle, she beamed when they said their vows, and she beamed when Adrien came into the world. They had a happy marriage, but Dom and her were growing further apart, for obvious reasons, too. He couldn’t get away fast enough after the wedding, and while he was visiting Stormholt as ambassador many times, he didn’t stay longer than he needed. The only times he was still being her best friend, was when he was giving her lessons on how to enter the spirit world. Kenna told Raydan all about it, how excited yet nervous she was, and he was happy for her, but couldn’t deny the pinch in his heart of Dom being able to give Kenna something that he never could.

Kenna stepped beside them too, and Dom shook out of his expression before she could notice. Instead, he smiled at her warmly. “So, I’ll see you around?” Dom jokingly winks at her. “You’re leaving so soon?” Kenna asks, pouting. “Ah. The duties of an ambassador.” He throws his hands to the air, as if he’s saying ‘I have no other choice’. “Stand no competition to the orders of a queen.” Kenna teases, back. Dom smirks, but all of them know that he has to go. Each has his reasons, and they say their goodbyes before turning to their ways. Kenna takes Adrien back in her arms, playing with him as they walk towards the castle. Raydan doesn’t plan on mentioning to her his thoughts and worries. Usually, they’re very open with each other. They talk about pretty much everything, especially if it’s something that’s bothering them. But how can he saw ‘Your best friend is in love with you and I just can’t stand it’? in a good way? He comes to the conclusion he can’t, and remains silent. Kenna notices him being quiet. Too quiet. As they walk back to the castle. She knows Raydan enjoys the silence sometimes, and decides that if something was bothering him, he’d tell her. So she plays with her son until she tucks him to sleep. When she comes back to her room, Raydan is fast asleep. She frowns at that, but shrugs, climbing into bed beside him. In the following morning, Kenna concentrated on her duties and worked on a formal letter that was supposed to be sent out, but couldn’t find the right words. “Ugh. What’s wrong with me? I do this all the time.” She swallows, angrily crumpling the piece of paper and throwing it to the ground. “Um. Your majesty. If I may… I could write that for you if you’d like.” Evelyn, a newly hired advisor stood at her door. She was a young girl, and tried to prove herself amongst the other advisors. Especially with Cornelius. “That won’t be necessary.” Kenna said in a rough tone, and the girl backed away. Kenna was mad at herself for scolding the girl, and took note of apologizing, later. “I need a break.” Kenna decided to herself, and stood up from her chair. She decided to take a walk in the castle’s garden, where she and Dom sparred just yesterday, and thought she saw Raydan in the distance. With a smile, she approached him, seeing him talking to Jackson and sending him off on a mission. As she got closer, Raydan noticed her, and smiled simply. “Busy day?” She asked. “Seems like it.” He told her. They walked together to a nearby tree, and sat under it. Kenna rested her head on Raydan’s shoulder, and he wrapped a hand over her back. It should’ve been just what she needed, it should’ve been perfect… - but it wasn’t. While he held her, he didn’t look her in the eye. He looked… felt… distant. He could’ve been just tired, Kenna figured. It’s not like they had an easy job, and both had those days where exhaustness just washed over them. “I saw my mother yesterday.” She wanted to share with him. She wanted to tell him all about it, even yesterday – If he hadn’t acted that way. It seemed as if it touched Raydan, since he shifted towards her, but even as his eyes met hers – something felt wrong. With him not talking to her yesterday, falling asleep early without her, avoiding conversation and acting distant, something just didn’t add up. “Is everything okay?” Kenna forrowed her eyebrows in a worried expression. She had just seen him sending Jackson off on a mission. Was something wrong? And how didn’t he tell her about it? “It’s…” He sighed. “Everything’s fine. How was your talk?” He tried to change subject. He really did seem interested with her talk with her mother, Gabriel, and Leon, but Kenna was never one to give up that easily. “Raydan.” She simply says. She doesn’t even know if she used her queenly voice, or her ‘motherly�� voice, or the combination of both. But either way – it worked. Something in Raydan’s eyes changed, and he finally looked at her with honesty. “It’s nothing you should worry about.” He assures her. He has to. “But I’m just… I can’t compete with him, Kenna.” His voice sounded vulnerable, and he was very well aware of that. “With… Him? Who are you… referring to?” She looked confused. “Dominic.” Raydan didn’t want to make it into a fight, and it wasn’t. But how didn’t she notice he was talking about Dom? It was obvious. “Dom? What does he have to do with this?” She questions again. Raydan holds her hand. “Kenna. He’s in love with you. Has been, for years.” Raydan sighs again after saying this. “And he’s your best friend. I’ll never tell you not to be friends with him, never. But I don’t know how much more I can take off those sorrowful looks he gives whenever we’re around. Whenever he watched Adrien.” Raydan confesses. Watching Dom like that makes Raydan feel as if he wronged him. He knows this isn’t easy on Dominic, as well. But it seems that Kenna’s unaware of any of it. Kenna blinks at him. She probably realizes he’s telling the truth, but Dom had done a pretty good job at hiding his feeling from her. “He’s not in love with me, Raydan…” Kenna says, caressing his cheeks. “He’s just a dear friend.” She tells him. “He’s a dear friend for me, too.” Raydan replies. Maybe this is part of why it’s bothering him, too. It’s not like he could ever hate Dom. He doesn’t even wish he could. “But he is.” He notes to Kenna. He is in love with her. “He told me so, before battling Azura.” Raydan swallows. He knows he’s probably taking this too seriously, but he couldn’t help how he felt. Kenna considers for a moment, but her hands remain on each side of Raydan’s face. “I don’t know about that. But even if it’s true, I’ve never felt the same way. I like Dom, a lot. I love him as a friend. But I was never in love with him. It was never a competition, I was never in love with anyone but you, Raydan.” Her words have an immediate effect on Raydan. He can’t help but to kiss her, holding her closely and tightly. They’ve never discussed Kenna’s relationship before Raydan. They talked about many things, but this never came up. Maybe because Kenna insisted it was never serious. But not knowing was even worse than hearing about her kissing other people. Raydan wanted her all to himself. And somehow, he got so lucky that he had just that. It was as if her reminding him that she only ever loved him put everything back into place. She kissed back, finally feeling her lighter. She lost herself in the kiss. Until they needed to break for air, they were already lying on the grass. Kenna was thankful no one of her subject hadn’t seen them, but even if they did, she wouldn’t mind – since that kiss was worth it. “So, he’s in love with me?” She asks. Raydan shrugs. “I’ll bet my money on that.” He tells her, and she lets out a chuckle. “What do you think I should do?” She asks him. “Should I confront him? Or just let it slide and hope it’ll go away?” She’s married now. Happily married. And she knows Dom won’t act on his feelings, but he’s still her best friend, and she cares for him. “Hoping it’ll go away won’t work. Believe me, I’ve tried.” Raydan shrugs. “I believe he needs closure. I know I’d want it, if I was in his situation.” Honestly, he can’t imagine his life without Kenna. “Then I’ll have to talk to him.” Raydan always had the best advice. Even with all her advisors, Kenna was still most interested in Raydan’s opinion. Raydan looks at her. “You don’t have to.” He states, wrapping a hand over her, this time sincerely. “Not just because I told you it bothered me-“ But she cuts him off before he’s able to finish. “I’m doing it for him. And for us.” She explains, and Raydan nods, accepting her reasoning. After they’ve settled this, Kenna tells Raydan all about her trip to the spirit world. His favorite part is Queen Adriana almost fainting upon hearing Kenna’s married and a mother. He would’ve loved her, he’s sure of that. Kenna spent almost her entire day with Raydan at the garden, but slipped back into her throne room to finish that letter from earlier today. When she found the letter, it was already done. Someone wrote the paper the perfect message, and prepared the envelope for it, too. The only thing that was missing is the royal signature, and it was ready to be sent out. A bold move. Kenna thought, as she signed it. I love it. She summoned Evelyn back, holding the ready envelope in her hands. A look of terror passed over Evelyn’s face. “I’m so sorry if I disrespected you. I truly thought you didn’t give me a chance and-“ She started apologizing and excusing herself, when Kenna just waved her hand at her, motioning for her to stop. “None of that.” She tells her, this time with a warm tone and a smile. “I just wanted to say it was brilliant. Can you send this out?” She hands her the letter. “Of course, your majesty. Right away.” Evelyn takes the letter, bows and runs off. But Kenna manages to catch the excited, proud, huge grin on her face.

#playchoices #the crown and the flame #kenna x raydan #kenna x dom #fanfic #my writing #hehehe i might have a little purpose for all those ocs #also this was the last requesttt #;D

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gingrrfrog · 5 years ago

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these nights (1)

pairing: jung jaehyun x oc (kim jihyun)

genre: implied smut, fluff??, mafia boss jaehyun hehehe

word count: 5.9k

warnings: none, I don’t think

summary: the day before jaehyun goes off to find jeno and jaemin. jaehyun only wants do protect those he loves.

a/n: yes this is related to my jeno sharpshooter fic that you can find here 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

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Jihyun stared at her plate—almost empty as she glanced at the hallway. Jaehyun had received a call from his office not too long before she finished cooking dinner, making said man sigh heavily and look at his fiancee with an apologetic grimace. He reassured her that it wouldn’t take long and that he would be out in a minute, pleading that she would go ahead and eat without him while he took the call. However, that was forty five minutes ago and Jihyun was beginning to get nervous. She played with the few remaining pasta noodles, saving them for when he would come back but as the clock ticked in the corner she could only pick at her fingernails. Finally, after an hour and fifteen minutes, said man appeared from the office at the very back of their house, appearing from the hallway and giving Jihyun a smile, but it wasn’t enough to convince her judging by the way his jaw was set.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple before rubbing her shoulders. “I let dinner get cold.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’m more concerned about you,” Jihyun grimaced, squeezing his bicep before pulling him down to take a seat in the chair next to her. “Who was on the phone?”

“It was Johnny hyung.”

“Is everything alright? It’s not everyday he calls you for an hour—especially not on your office phone and especially not during dinner time.”

Jaehyun sighed deeply before running his fingers through her hair, smiling gently before running his thumb under her eye. “I can’t say too much yet. I also don’t want you to worry about me, you already have to worry about your restaurant.”

“Just because I have my restaurant doesn’t mean I can’t be worried about you, Yoonoh,” Jihyun frowned deeply. She heard talk days ago from Jaemin when he thought she wasn’t listening, and by the little bit she heard, it didn’t sound great. In fact, it worried her even more to know that there might be someone undercover beneath their noses.

“I know, I know—but you have more important things to worry about, no?” He challenged her frown with a bright smile, taking the same hand that was on her cheek and moving it towards her belly, rubbing the growing bump that seemed to get bigger everyday. Jihyun could only roll her eyes at his statement, taking his hand and interlocking their fingers.

“Are you still going to be fine to come with me tomorrow?”

“I should be. I have to see Jeno and Jaemin right after, if that’s alright. Afterwards, we can go get some dinner.”

“There’s supposed to be a snow storm tomorrow night.”

Jaehyun pressed his lips together, showcasing the dimples she so adored, “then, we’ll get something to-go, and we can watch a movie here at home.”

Jihyun’s frown slowly relaxed as she took a deep breath, taking their intertwined fingers and kissing his wrist, “Yoonoh, whatever you’re planning in your head, make sure that every outcome of every plan is you coming back home to me in one piece.”

Jihyun said this line often, but it was often put in between giggles and playful scorning. But after hearing information Jihyun wished she hadn’t heard, she said it with sincerity and Jaehyun could tell. He picked up the concern and her hands in his, kissing her knuckles. “Always, baby. Always.”

The next morning, Jaehyun woke before Jihyun did, his head pounding from the headache the night before and the stress accumulating in the back of his head. He opened his eyes and glared at the bleary clouds that threatened to cover the roads in the next few hours. He sighed and felt the warmth from his fiancee as her arms were wrapped around his waist, her face pressed against his shoulder blade as she snored quietly. Jaehyun laughed and felt the tension rise from his shoulders only to be slammed once again.

Twenty-seven years old and here he was, no longer a street kid but now taking over the business his late father had left behind. At twenty-seven, his father had been in the same position, aimlessly looking for guidance from the business his father left him, with a random prostitute in his bed pregnant with him—forcing himself to marry this random prostitute only to marry another, bearing another two sons before divorcing her as well.

Jaehyun liked to think he broke the cycle in that regard. He turned so that Jihyun was pressed now against his chest, her snoring coming to halt as she breathed softly against his chest, her hands taking the fabric of his shirt in her hands. Jihyun was nothing like his mother, not a drug addicted prostitute that barely weaned off her coke addiction to give birth to a semi-healthy but still premature Jaehyun. Jihyun…his Jihyun…she was smart, she was firm and able, beautiful as she was powerful. In less words, Jihyun was and always will be the love of his life, in this life and in every reincarnation the universe makes, he will always find her. He would give her everything he was to see her laugh and even more to make sure she was safe.

However, with the addition of their newest family member, Jaehyun feared being incompetent as a boss and a father. You can be a bad man but a good father, was the last thing Jaehyun’s father told him before he died and it stuck with him since. But Jaehyun didn’t want to be a bad man. He wanted, more than anything, to be good. Unfortunately, however, those options were never in his favor.

“I can hear you overthinking,” Jihyun mumbled against his chest, her hand moving to his racing heart. “Whatever you’re thinking about, it can wait for after breakfast.”

Almost on command, Jaehyun felt his heart settle at the sound of his fiancee’s voice and her soothing touch—almost as if she really did own his heart. For all metaphoric purposes, she did.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Mm. Bean was kicking all night, they’re excited for us to find out.” Jihyun gave a tired smile before supporting her weight on an elbow to give Jaehyun a kiss. “Other than that, I slept pretty well. What about you?”

“I slept, but I didn’t rest.”

Jihyun snorted and rolled her eyes, “that’s such an old man thing to say, baby.”

“My dad used to say that,” Jaehyun smiled. “I never understood, but nowadays, I feel like I know exactly what he was talking about.”

Jihyun leaned in for another kiss before slapping his chest, “well, when you wake up seven times to pee at night, let me know how that quote changes for you.”

Jaehyun laughed, squeezing her hand as she began to lift herself up from bed. “I told you we can get rubber sheets and you can pee all you want in bed.”

Jihyun gagged from their shared bathroom, “as endearing that is, Jae, I’m going to pass. Thank you.”

The two shared a quick breakfast of eggs, potatoes, and a toast before heading out into freezing temperatures. The door was held open by their housemaid, who begged the two to be careful with the upcoming traffic that would be frantic people going in to buy groceries. Jihyun smiled and reassured her that they would be fine, and that if it would be alright for the fireplace to be lit when they returned. The housemaid smiled and agreed, biding the two goodbye as the small elderly woman became a dot in Jaehyun’s rearview mirror.

Jaehyun was a beam of light—nearly bouncing in his seat as he stared at the ultrasound photos in his hands, his smile reaching from ear to ear, “it’s a girl.“

“Yeah, yeah, I know—you don’t have to rub it in,” Jihyun playfully sighed, not resisting the endearment that came with Jaehyun’s excitement. She laughed when Jaehyun pulled her in for a kiss, deeper than other they’ve shared today.

“I love you. I love you so much, do you know that?”

Jihyun smiled widely and playfully bit at his nose, “I know. I love you more.”

“I’m willing to argue that.”

“You’ll still lose to me”

Before Jaehyun could argue any more, his phone rang in his pocket and he could see that it was Johnny updating him on Jeno and Jaemin’s location.

“Shooting range? Renjun?” Jaehyun’s eyebrows furrowed, “who told them that—did you tell Kun hyung?”

Jihyun watched Jaehyun’s ears turn red before he scratched the back of his head. “Okay. Is there anything else Kun hyung is doing without my permission?”

Jaehyun glanced over at Jihyun, who could only give him a slight smile and a squeeze to his shoulder, a silent reminder to relax. Jaehyun took a deep breath and blinked, “I’ll talk to him tomorrow. I’ll talk to Renjun later on today after I see Jeno and Jaemin.”

“Yes, hyung. Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jaehyun hung up the phone and rested his head against the car seat, using his fingertips to rub his temples, “okay. now that that’s over with.”

“Is Renjun visiting?”

“Restock apparently,” Jaehyun squeezes his eyes shut before putting the car in reverse and back out of the parking lot and into the highway. “Kun hyung gave him permission after Johnny gave him word.”

“Renjun is only doing what he was told, baby.”

“I know, I know,” Jaehyun sighed heavily. “This is why I don't tell Kun hyung anything until everything is set. He overreacts. Jeno doesn’t need a fucking restock of anything.”

Jaehyun liked to keep Jihyun out of the business as much as he could, however, she knew that Kun was the head of the Chinese branch and that Renjun was one of his trusted captains in charge of weapon distribution. Jihyun didn’t even want to know the information given to Kun for him to think new guns were appropriate.

Especially for Jeno, a nymphomaniac for guns.

“They’re at the shooting range, it’s a bit of ways from home. Do you want me to take you home?”

“No, I want to go. I haven’t seen Jeno or Jaemin in a while,” Jihyun smiles lightly. The last thing she wanted to do was leave Jaehyun alone in his thoughts. “Do you think their girlfriend will be there? She’s really nice, what’s her name again?”

“Angel.”

“Is that her real name?”

Jaehyun shrugged, “that’s what they call her. I’ve never heard them call her anything else before.”

“That’s a fitting name. I guess we have to start looking for names soon, huh?” Jihyun asked. Her main goal was to keep him from overthinking, as it was causing his headaches to appear frequently. Judging by the way his shoulders dropped slightly, it worked.

“The name book is in the back, we haven’t taken it out yet.”

“We didn’t have a reason to look at it yet, but I like Hyerim.”

Jaehyun scrunched his nose and gave Jihyun a smile, “maybe we should look for more in the book.”

Jihyun laughed and took his fingertips in her hands, kissing them slightly before intertwining them together.

“Jihyunie?”

“Yes, baby?”

“After this, do you just want to go ahead and get married?” Jaehyun asked sincerely. They were stopped at a red light and Jaehyun was looking directly at her.

“Like, a courthouse wedding?”

“Yeah. We can have a massive wedding in a year if you want to continue with that plan. But I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Jihyun’s stomach churned and she wasn’t sure if it was the baby or her sudden suspicion. Regardless, she gave him a big smile and nodded, “of course.”

Jaehyun smiled widely before taking her cold hands into his, pressing his lips on her engagement ring before keeping her hand close. The rest of the car ride was relatively silent, save for the music on the radio and the sounds of the cars passing them by. There was idle chit chat here and there, considering the ride to the gun range was too long to keep complete silence. Eventually, Jaehyun made it to the secluded area and parked the car, looking at Jihyun and squeezing her shoulder.

“I’ll be right back—it won’t take too long—“

Jihyun frowned, “wait, I wanted to go with you. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Jeno, Jaemin, and Angel.”

Jaehyun snorted, “you’re not going to miss anything. Not to mention, look at all the ice that hasn’t melted yet, baby. If you trip and fall I’ll feel awful.”

Jihyun rolled her eyes and opened the door anyway, “I’ll be fine, Yoonoh. I’m not made out of glass.”

Jaehyun decided he wouldn’t be able to argue with her anymore and instead followed her out the door, making sure that his arm was hooked with hers in order to avoid any mishaps. There was quite a bit of ice from the last winter storm that Jihyun hadn’t calculated, but she told herself she’d be fine so long as she stayed close to Jaehyun’s side and paid extra attention to the ground. The issue with the shooting range was that there were extra cobblestone steps in order to reach the lower level of the shooting range. Jaehyun glanced over to Jihyun and she gave him a smile, not long before slipping and landing softly on her rear end, thanks to Jaehyun’s quick reaction.

“Yeah, no. That’s not happening.” Jaehyun said suddenly, pulling Jihyun firmly back towards the car so that she wouldn’t have to go down the steps.

“I’m fine—Jaehyun, I slipped only a little bit!” She defended, but it didn’t help that her fiancé actually decided to use some of his strength to pull her back into the car. Jaehyun opened the door and stepped aside for her to get inside but Jihyun only crossed her arms and glared at the man in front of her. He took a deep breath and nodded towards the car door.

“Please.”

“No.”

Jaehyun sighed and slouched in the seat himself, taking Jihyun’s hand and gently pulling her close. With her bottom lip jutting out, Jaehyun pulled her in for a small kiss before rubbing her arms, “humor me just this once, baby.”

“I humor you with everything, Jaehyun. You treat me like I’m going to break and I’m not even all that pregnant yet,” Jihyun scoffed. “I’m not going to fucking die if I slip on some ice or if I work a few extra hours. I’m especially not going to die if you just tell me what’s going on. You can’t just getting this cryptic fucking phone calls and expect me not to worry about it.”

“Goddammit—“ Jihyun huffed in frustration when tears spilled over. She was rarely the one to cry but recently, everything makes her so angry.

She sniffled against Jaehyun’s chest when he stood up from the car seat and pulled her into an embrace, pressing his lips into the crown of her hair. He mumbled an apology before squeezing her ever so slightly—pulling away and brushing hairs from her face.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“It’s all I want,” Jihyun sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“I’m terrified,” Jaehyun smiled when his fiancee finally looked up at him. “Of the baby, of you getting hurt, of the work I do, of being a father—of everything. I haven’t been able to fucking sleep in three days.”

Jaehyun moved his hand to her stomach, his strong hands rubbing small circles as he grimaces. “I don’t want you to think that I’m regretting any of this—because this…you…are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But, I can’t feel as excited about being a father or being your husband when I truly have no idea if you’ll see me tomorrow.”

“I know I promise that I’ll come home to you every night but it’s getting hard, more so now, to look you in the eye and promise you that. I didn’t want you to panic because of course I went through a wikipedia hole and read everything that could go wrong with the baby,” Jaehyun snorted, scratching his head as his hands returned to lay on Jihyun’s neck. “I’m sorry I’m being overprotective, I’m sorry I’m being overbearing, but if there’s something I can control it’s what I expose you to. I want to make sure that you’re safe.”

Jihyun sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist again, “why did you wait until just now to tell me?”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot,” Jaehyun smiled. Jihyun snorted and took her turn to take Jaehyun’s face in her hands.

“You don’t have to worry about me, it freaks me out that you put all this pressure on your shoulders, baby. I know it’s scary I know it’s getting serious these days, but,” Jihyun caressed the gray hairs that were beginning to poke from the side of his head, “I don’t want you to kill yourself over it.”

Jaehyun grimaced, his dimples poking through in uncertainty as she moved her hand to his cheek, to which he leaned against not long before pressing a kiss to her wrist, “I know.”

“We’ll talk about this more at home, okay? I’ll stay in the car this time because you were right, this time. It’s really fucking icy out there.”

Jaehyun laughed and kissed her sweetly, “thank you. I’ll tell Jeno and Jaem to visit you sometime soon if you miss them that much.”

“Christmas is coming soon enough, I’ll see them then. Do what you have to do, Yoonoh. I’ll be right here.”

“I won’t be long.”

“Mm—is the baby name book still here? I’m going to look over it.”

“It should be in the back, I’ll get it for you before I leave but, I don’t think I mind the name Hyerim anymore.”

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Jihyun shivered as she entered the threshold of their home, smiling warmly at the housemaid before handing her coat towards her, Jaehyun not far behind as he follows her towards the living room. Jaehyun insisted for their housemaid to go home for the day, he’d feel awful if she was hurt from the snow. The snow was just beginning to fall when they arrived and their housemaid happily agreed and said she would be around tomorrow—only for Jihyun to assure she would be fine if she didn’t happen to come. Without another word, their housemaid smiled and left quickly before the snow continued.

Jihyun ordered food while Jaehyun started the fireplace in front of them, sighing once he falls against the couch and swings an arm behind Jihyun’s shoulder, the latter cuddling into his shoulder watching the fire crackle.

“I suppose now is a better time to tell you what’s going on, hm?” Jaehyun started, laying his head against hers,

“You don’t have to do it right now, we’re cuddling.”

“What better way to tell you dangerous information than when we’re cuddling,” Jaehyun chuckled softly, although Jihyun couldn’t return the sentiment.

“Where do you want me to start?”

“I guess last month when Jaemin barged in—that’s a good start,” Jihyun turned beet red at the memory of Jaemin barging into their home while Jaehyun was under the covers.

“I still need to repay you for that don’t I?” Jaehyun asked playfully, biting her ear and chuckling when Jihyun scoffed and shoved him.

“That’s not what I want to hear right now, stop trying to distract me.”

“Fine, fine,” Jaehyun sighed and scratched the back of his head. “I know that you know Jaemin is technically in charge of logistics, of money, of strategies, basically the boring things that Johnny hyung and I can’t be bothered with.”

“Way to belittle your brother’s role,” Jihyun smiled.

“--anyway, I don’t think you know that Jaemin is technically under Jeno’s command. I go through Jeno and Jeno goes to Jaemin, and whatever needs to be said to our workers come from Jaemin.”

“Alright, what do these hierarchical issues have to do with him barging into our home?”

“I’m getting there! You’re so impatient,” Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “We have plans of expanding into something legit, it should take a while. But, the only people that know about it are Jeno, Johnny hyung, Mark, and I. Jaemin knows bits and pieces from what I’m assuming Jeno told him and at the time, we were looking into buying a lot for production.”

Jaehyun sighed, “someone slipped. Someone leaked to the feds and it was Jaemin who told me that at least forty of our guys were shot on spot the day before we got there.”

Jihyun whipped her head around to glare at Jaehyun, “what do you mean shot on spot?! Yoonoh, they can’t just do that they have to process them or something--”

“The feds don’t care about workers, baby,” Jaehyun grimaced. “To them, they’re nobody, they don’t have access to any information we have so they’re useless. But, we were planning to go that day but Johnny hyung’s daughter broke her arm and we rescheduled.”

“Which means?”

“Simply put, there’s a rat. There’s a rat somewhere in between Johnny hyung, Jeno, Mark, and I.”

“Do...you have any suspicions?”

Jaehyun shook his head, “I thought it was Jeno at first. There was no reason Jaemin would know anything about future plans. But, Jeno was the first to come up to me and apologize for telling Jaemin. In a way, I’m glad that he did tell him, or else I wouldn’t be here.”

Jihyun’s stomach churned as she curled closer to her fiance. If Johnny’s daughter hadn’t slipped on her skiis and broken her arm, he’d be dead along with Mark and Jaehyun. Jihyun took a shaky deep breath and held the knitted throw closer to her body.

“Then, today? What did you go see Jeno for?”

“We...sort of have a lead on who might’ve said something. Jeno is in charge of cleaning that up tomorrow. He’ll be here tomorrow morning for a debriefing with Johnny hyung and I. Jaemin will be here later on for supervision.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No baby, you don’t have to go anywhere. We’ll just be in the west wing the whole day.”

Jihyun grimaced--Jaehyun being isolated in the west wing was the same as being left alone all day. She ate alone, she slept alone, the only time she would see Jaehyun is when it was over and he always looked exhausted, barely speaking any words before he would collapse in bed.

“What about their girlfriend?”

“Whose?”

“Jeno and Jaemin’s,” Jihyun started. “They...that’s...their girlfriend, right?”

Jaehyun snorted and shrugged, “your guess is as good as mine. I don’t care to find out how that dynamic works.”

“Don’t be mean--I think it’s nice they have each other.”

“Oh, I’m sure Angel thinks it’s nice too, don’t worry,” Jaehyun grinned, earning himself a slap on his shoulder.

“Stop it! I’m asking because I’m wondering what she’s gonna do? She’s going to be all alone for three days...not to mention, I don’t know her as well.”

“Mm, what are you implying?”

“Maybe I could go stay with her for a night, you know?”

“It’s going to be dangerous for you to drive tomorrow, baby.”

“I’ll take the BMW.”

Jaehyun squinted, “that wasn’t me asking for alternatives.”

Jihyun blinked and tilted her head to the side, “are you...telling me no?”

Just then, there’s a knock at the door and Jaehyun removed his arm from her shoulders, “hold on. We’ll talk about this later.”

Jihyun rolled her eyes and wrapped herself in the blanket further until Jaehyun returned with their takeout, shuffling towards her and putting the chicken on the coffee table.

“Why do you want to go see Angel so bad?”

Jihyun relocated to the floor as she took chopsticks and began picking at the drumstick her fiance served her, “I told you, she’s the only one I haven’t met yet. Well, I’ve met her, but I don’t know anything about her.”

“You haven’t met Johnny’s new wife yet.”

“That’s because she’s fucking rude,”

Jaehyun laughed, “yeah. She’s kind of a dick.”

“But I’ve talked to Angel a few times, and she’s really nice. Not to mention, I don’t think her real name is Angel.”

“It probably isn’t. But she wasn’t born in Korea, so it was probably her American name.”

“Either way, I want to get to know her. It’s lonely being the only wife.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, “if I didn’t know any better it sounds like you’re trying to assert your dominance.”

“It’s a little bit of that too.”

“Well, I appreciate you being honest with me at least.”

“So,” Jihyun lifted her gaze, “can I?”

Jaehyun took a deep breath before looking at his phone, “I’ll tell you what. I have to call Renjun right now and Kun hyung later. After that, I’ll run it past Jeno and Jaemin if it’s okay and when Johnny goes to pick up Jaemin tomorrow morning he’ll take the BMW and you’ll go with him. Alright?”

Jihyun beamed and leaned over to kiss Jaehyun sweetly, “thank you for understanding.”

Jaehyun hummed and returned her kiss with a roll of his eyes, “sure, sure. Keep eating, I’ll be a while.”

Jihyun nodded and continued to chew her food as she watched Jaehyun get up from the floor and walk towards the west wing. She heard his voice fade into the hallway as she turned on the TV to keep her company until she finished her meal. When she wasn’t feeling as hungry she moved the leftovers back in the box and carefully stood up to place it on the kitchen counter.

It seemed that Jaehyun would still be on the phone for a little longer so Jihyun decided to move towards their bedroom and get ready to end the night. She turned the humidified on before entering the bathroom, taking off her rings and jewelry before walking towards the shower, letting it steam up before entering, allowing the hot water to soothe her pregnancy aches. As she finished washing the last bits of shampoo out of her hair, she allowed herself to dry off before she continued her skin routine--to which Jaehyun has the pleasure of observing.

She smiled at him in the mirror and beamed when he pressed a kiss to her cheek, squeezing her rear end before wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Do you need help drying your hair?”

“I would love it if you’d help me,” Jihyun smiled, taking out the hair dryer and continued to massage her face as Jaehyun softly runs the brush through her hair. Once he deemed Jihyun’s hair dry enough, he runs a comb through it once more before giving a small laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Now that we know that we’re having a girl, I should probably put some extra effort into learning how to do some hairstyles.”

“Bold of you to assume you’re going to be waking up to take her to school.” Jihyun teased, watching Jaehyun scrunch his nose.

“I’ll try,” Jaehyun defended. “That’s more than most people can say.”

“I guess that’s true,” Jihyun yawned. After finishing her last serum, she stretched her arms out and felt Jaehyun’s thumbs press at her hips, relieving the pressure that always seemed to camp there. With a moan, she leaned against Jaehyun’s chest, sighing as he chuckled in her ear.

“If I recall, this is how you got pregnant.”

Jihyun laughed and pinched his thigh, “asshole. I’m not falling into your back massage tricks anymore.”

Jaehyun hummed and pressed his lips to the side of her neck, playfully nipping as Jihyun squealed and playfully shoved him, “I bet I could try.”

“I’m sleepy, Jae,” Jihyun whined, placing her hand on top of his as it moved towards the front of her pajama.

“I’ll take care of you,” Jaehyun sighed, turning Jihyun around and kissing her softly. “You know I always do.”

Jihyun returned his kisses with the same amount of fervor, slightly annoyed that she was always so eager and pliant whenever he kissed her. Curse her hormones, they were the main reason why a quickie didn’t sound so bad.

“You have to be up early tomorrow, Yoonoh.”

“Mmm, I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you.”

“I can take care of you too, y’know? It doesn’t have to be me on the receiving end all the time,” Jihyun smiled. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I thought you were tired,” Jaehyun grinned.

With a roll of her eyes, she pulled at Jaehyun’s waistband, “do you want your dick sucked or not, Jaehyun?”

At four thirty--Jaehyun felt his eyes peel open at the sound of his alarm clock, watching as Kihyun shuffled at the sound. Slowly, she lifted her head up from the bed, sitting up and blinking at her fiance as she struggled to wake up. Jaehyun laughed before pulling her for a kiss after sitting up himself, pressing a small kiss on her belly before tucking messy strands of hair behind her ear.

“Did you sleep well?”

Jihyun shrugged, “baby makes me a light sleeper.”

“Go back to sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for you to get ready.”

“Wanna get ready now though…” Jihyun mumbled before being pushed by her doting lover back into her pillow as the same man threw the blankets over her body, instantly falling victim to sleep. “...mm...fuck you.”

Jaehyun chuckled before pressing a kiss to her forehead, “argue with me when you’re awake again.”

Shortly after, he slid out of bed and continued his routine of a quick shower and a quick shave, getting dressed as he began his way towards the west wing. Entering his office, he overlooked the paperwork he laid out for himself the night before, munching on the toast he made himself as he flipped through the pages of his information packets Johnny emailed him last night. He glanced at his watch and noticed that Johnny and Jeno would be here shortly.

Almost on cue, the doorbell rang and Jaehyun quickly shuffled towards the door so that whoever was behind the door wouldn’t ring it twice. However, Johnny knew better as it was revealed that it was him behind the door with Jeno next to him. They shared quick greetings as they walked towards his office, sitting in their designated seats as Jeno eagerly began to look over the information packet.

“Everything that’s in there is what I’ve already told you,” Jaehyun explained. “If anything, these packets are more for Jaemin--just to catch him up on what’s going on.”

“Jeno, today is not shoot to kill, do you understand?” Johnny warned, “today is information gathering. You’re going with Mark to observe, to memorize habits. Once Mark reports back to us, Jaehyun will give you the order.”

Jeno nodded and took a deep breath, “okay. Sounds good. Where’s Mark hyung now?”

“He’s on his way here. He was debriefed the night before to save time, all you have to do is get inside,” Jaehyun looked at his watch again before looking up at Johnny. “He should be coming soon then, isn’t he? It’s probably almost time for you to go too.”

“Right after Mark, yeah.”

“Will you do me a favor?” Jaehyun sighed, “will you take Jihyun with you to Jeno and Jaemin’s house? She wants to keep Angel company.”

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at Jeno, who only had a smile to offer. “Why? I mean, I’ll do it, I guess I’m curious.”

“Her excuse is that she doesn’t know Angel, or something--hyung it was an hour argument please just take her.”

Johnny snorted and gave a smile afterwards, “of course. I’ll take her.”

“Thank you,” Jaehyun sighed. “I’ve got to go wake her up, I’ll be back in a second.”

Jaehyun walked towards the door and closed it behind him, shuffling quickly back to their bedroom as he watched Jihyun breathe slowly. He took a moment to admire her again, the way her body curled under the bed sheets with no intention of waking up. He thought about letting her sleep in instead and not letting her go out--and while she’d appreciate it for now, she’ll wake up absolutely irate if she didn’t. Instead, Jaehyun sighed and opted to wake her up, gently shaking her shoulder and watching her peek through her hair.

“Is it time now?”

Jaehyun hummed in approval and gently helped her out of bed, leading her into the bathroom before closing the door behind her. Jaehyun pulled an overnight bag out of their closet and began packing a few of Jihyun’s clothes, things that he knew she would be comfortable wearing as well as a shirt of his, just in case she misses me, Jaehyun thought to himself knowing that it would be him missing her more than the other way around. When Jihyun got out of the bathroom with a towel around her body, she noticed the bag on the bed and raised her eyebrow before cocking her head to the side.

“You must really want me out, huh?”

Jaehyun snorted, “no. I did it to save you time. Also, you won’t tell me but I see how hard it is for you to bend down these days.”

Jihyun smiled and kissed Jaehyun’s shoulder. She glanced inside the duffel bag and narrowed her eyes, “interesting. Why is your shirt here?”

“What if you forget what my stud muffin shirt looks like while you’re gone?” Jaehyun asked innocently, continuing to zip it closed.

Jihyun laughed quietly before moving towards their wardrobe, opting for an oversized sweater and a pair of her favorite maternity jeans.

“Why do I feel like you’re going to be the one who’s going to miss me more?”

“Because it’s true,” Jaehyun pouted as he pulled her in for a hug. “I’m clingy, sue me.”

“It’s for a day. Maybe two if I have fun.”

“If it’s for two please tell me so I can emotionally prepare.”

“God,” Jihyun groaned, pushing Jaehyun away as the latter tried to pull her closer,“you’re such a baby.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” Jaehyun huffed, continuing to pucker his lips as Jihyun tried her best to dodge.

Jihyun gagged playfully as Jaehyun laughed against her lips, biting her nose before pulling away, “are you done? Johnny oppa is probably waiting for me outside.”

“Johnny hyung can wait,” Jaehyun grinned, towering over Jihyun until she falls onto the bed giggling, falling suspect to Jaehyun’s sloppy kisses.

“Yoonoh, I have to go,” Jihyun laughed breathlessly, grabbing onto Jaehyun’s face once more to give him a full kiss.

“Fine,” Jaehyun frowned, rolling off and helping Jihyun get up once again. “Call me when you get there, okay?”

“How about I text you when I get there? And, I’ll call you tonight?”

Jaehyun scrunched his nose but nodded, “fine.”

Jaehyun helped Jihyun get into her socks before walking towards the front door, where Johnny was on his phone patiently waiting. There were a few jokes about having to wait a bit longer, but, to save Jihyun from embarrassment, Johnny kept them to a minimum before taking Jihyun’s bag as Jaehyun helped her into her boots.

“I love you,” he smiled. “Be careful, don’t have too much fun.”

“I love you too, but I promised Angel we’d go out drinking.”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes as Jihyun laughed and kissed her fiance goodbye, “I’ll see you Tuesday.”

“Tuesday,” Jaehyun nodded, watching as Johnny offered his arm to carefully lead Jihyun into the snow and towards the running car. Jaehyun took a deep breath and kicked a shoe out of the way.

This is going to fucking suck, he thought to himself.

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oh my god dude

im gonna put this under a cut bc this is a lot. this is a ride, have fun i guess

1. Your first OC ever?god. its got to be Super Kitty. when i was like … an incredibly small child I used to draw comic strips about this feline caped crusader, who was friends with everyone in the city, and the comics always involved him stopping an evil banana man from stealing money from the local bank. He was paid with donuts for his service to the city. i still remember how to draw him.

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?i’d get arrested if I didn’t answer this with Bronze, probably… but really, they’re very important to me

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?man, i cant remember! i really dont think i have… P:

4. A character you rarely talk about?there’s loads of characters ive never even posted a single picture of on tumblr, i wouldnt even know where to start asdf

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? bronze is the easy answer, but… i guess that could also go to Servant or Westrin. Servant has a comic project in the works that basically stars him, sort of a series of one-shots about the things he’s experienced, i feel like that would be a good thing to take off and run with. Westrin’s just fun as hell, i love the guy.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?real talk now… there’s at least five different characters that i refer to as a whole as “bronze-tangential”, who started out as, “what would bronze be like if they were in this world?” and then becoming their own thing within said world because i just get stupid attached

its an epidemic

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?nearly all of them, actually. that’s the main reason i make characters, after all! too many to really go into specifics here, again P:

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!not often, but i think Bronze and Westrin are the most common ones. unless playing a character in dnd, or running an npc in dnd counts… then a whole lot more hahaha

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?it depends on the circumstances. i don’t really like the idea, though.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? Westrin’s old getup is a pain to draw, and there was one other design i did that I cant find anywhere… whichever way, i dont often tend to draw super complicated things often

a couple fakemon ive designed though… heheh those can get pretty finicky

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? hmmmmmmmm my immediate thought was Eric Silverdale from a comic i was working on a few years ago. hes a darling, i want him to be my friend irl

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lothow could you do this to me i love each and every one of all my friends ocs GOD the first one who comes to mind is @d20-official‘s Smith, whos Bronze’s friend… everyone in that DND party actually

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? Rated on a scale from “harmless” to “honestly somewhat frightening”: -Baromet (charming and quite friendly but definitely a kleptomaniac),-Westrin (demigod of bards and travelers), -XEN09 (a nonsense hacker), -Conny (needlessly contrarian and dumb as HELL), -Enza Colie (long fucking story but hes a good-for-nothing), -Hemlocke (mad scientist, chaotic evil), -Iris (AI and hacker, VERY bad), -The Terminus (glitch-in-the-matrix demon, chaotic evil), -and Sydd (the Queen of the Faeries, hopefully the danger there needs no explaining :’D)

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory Mmm… there’s a few of them, most obviously Lent (whose background I did a short comic about). Basically his entire town got eaten by ghosts and turned into zombies, he only barely survived with a sliver of his soul left.

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?yes, i often discuss storylines and such with friends

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? Probably Bronze’s dad! I don’t talk about him much, but his name’s Devon Reed, and he was a biotech developer specialising in android design.

I often describe him as being something of a reverse Arthur Weasley - a very fatherly scientist fascinated to the moon and back with the concept of magic.

17. Any OC OTPs? having trouble thinking of a lot of them right now, but there’s Eric + Lent & Naiadine + Tailias from Emerald Sigil, Avken + Baromet from my space campaign world, Sydd + Wyvv from my unnamed campaign world, and I’ve been considering Westrin + Servant as an interesting dynamic in Servant’s story

18. Any OC crackships? My character Bismuth and @autistictimeknight‘s oc Eros. Theyre so fucking in love, I love it. Its been awhile but I do still think about them sometimes.

As I recall, Eros is an empath, she can read other people’s emotions. But Bismuth is a robot, and Eros can’t read her. Because of this Eros can let go of her fear of unintentionally manipulating the emotions of her date, which would hold her back from most other relationships.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)Hey, meet Bronze! I definitely do not talk about them every five minutes, why would you say that.

Bronze was with me through two of the hardest years of my life so far, and being a DND character they grew with me, both as a fighter and as a person. They were non-binary before I started using those pronouns, they were the first character or person or anything who I fought someone about using the right pronouns for, they make a great icebreaker for if I want to see how someone reacts to non-binary pronouns …

One funny anecdote about Bronze is that when I first made them, their “gimmick” was that they would sometimes glitch out and mess up their speech, mostly because I wanted an excuse not to engage in the roleplaying (which I was very bad at). The interesting thing is that as I got better at interacting with the group, we both grew out of needing it very quickly.

I’m very proud of Bronze.

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?Westrin is a bard! His singing voice sounds like Bill Wurtz and these are his theme songs.

21. Your most artistic OCProbably Westrin again, he writes a lot of songs… and Hallux is a game designer?

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? I honestly dont know… no-one talks to me about them, haha!

people use all manner of pronouns for bronze, though.

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?I’m gonna go with Enza for this one. Enza Colie was originally written entirely because I wanted an antagonist for a short starring his sister, Jane Colie. But the more I fleshed out his reasonings for acting how he did and explored his character, the more I realised he’d make an even more interesting character if allowed to have a redemption arc, too.

I just want to state for the record that I was very reluctant to the idea, and he basically dragged his way out of the villain pit entirely of his own accord. I am dubiously proud of him, and also a bit scared.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?Probably either Eric (Big Man, Best Friend), Crocus (Mother figure), Reed (Father Figure), Westrin (hed just make a good friend u kno??), or Bismuth (she makes good conversation!)

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)probably the homestuck fan-troll Hallux, but that’s mostly because they were based on a troll-sona I made awhile ago. They’re a hope/prospit game designer who is small and full of rage and love

oh, and there’s dave! dave’s a superhero speedster, existing in a modern-day superhero version of seattle. theyre idiot, just like me,

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? this is an interesting one… i don’t think ive ever had something Bad in a design ive done called to my attention by someone, but I did create my character Servant at around the same time I was first really expanding the diversity of my casts. (since i don’t talk about him often, a little context: he’s a magic spirit creature bound to human form to serve the royal family of the land and follow their orders.)

somehow, younger-and-more-stupid me managed to have the revelation that making this “eternal slave” character literally anything other than a white man, especially as a white author, would be Pretty Not Good. im … thats really, really not something i should pat myself on the back for, but i do consider it one of the biggest bullets dodged in my artistic career so far that i realised that not all representation is good representation so quickly, before i could make that incredibly, incurably stupid mistake.

after that, trying to make sure my characters and their presentations don’t harm anyone pretty much has become a paranoia. i don’t seem to have stepped on any toes yet, but when it inevitably happens, please let me know - i didnt know, and i want to fix it!

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? None that I can think of, actually! I don’t really do that often.

28. Your most dangerous OC? god damn it i have no idea!!! is it the terminus? glitch in the matrix god of chaos motherfucker?is it sarle? terrifying calculating scientist with the power of the soul at her fingertips ??? is it ares??? is it athena????? is it petra?????? the gatekeeper????

… actually, the gatekeeper might be it, if “dangerous” just refers to “the amount of raw power it can wield”. the Gatekeeper is a titanic entity that exists in interdimensional multiverse space, and its implied to have the ability to create and destroy entire universe bubbles at will. for what cosmic purpose, no-one knows.

at a more personal scale, though, literally all of the aforementioned characters are pretty bad to run into too.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?god. Mina or Tawn. Tawn is the Indiana Jonesy type and probably dumb enough, but also competent enough not to get into too much trouble there. Mina would probably drag her friends along.

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? XEN09. No-one knows, because no-one knows xir personal identity. Xe absolutely does, though. It’s less of a secret if you know xir in person, but good luck finding out about it otherwise.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)dave just reblogs memes all the time tbh. they like to keep tabs on the ridiculous superhero news going on, and they show human jokes and cat videos to their alien gf. they dont really post or add to posts, but they talk in tags a lot.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? i want to say tawn because i literally just realised ive been imagining their voice as sounding like luigi this entire fucking time and i never realised until this exact instant

33. Your shyest OC?probably baromet. they prefer to keep to themself in their hideout, with their collection of shiny things. they don’t really enjoy trying to communicate much, mostly because they expect to get yelled at.

34. Do you have any twin characters?Yes! At least two sets;

- Crocus and Sarle. (x) (x) They don’t exactly have a very well-developed relationship, but they are both quite important to the plot of my campaign world, and they are both very interesting. Crocus is a motherly figure who just exudes friendliness, while Sarle is .. very much not that, a researcher studying very gruesome things and pushing the boundaries of reality.

- Jane and Enza Colie. I haven’t talked a whole lot about either of them here, but I’d rather leave their story to do the talking whenever I get around to it. Essentially, the both of them were intended to do the dirty work for their crime boss family, but Jane ditched to study medicine. Most of the conflict between the two of them comes out of Enza not understanding why she made the choice she did, and coming to understand how he’s been manipulated.

35. Any sibling characters? I can’t really think of any off the top of my head, I should … I should really work on that.

I can talk about Westrin, though. Westrin (a demigod of many things, but namely bards, travel, travelers, and people who are lost) often becomes close friends with mortals, sometimes practically adopting them. These people who consider him family, and people who have received his blessing, are able to use his surname, Brilanta, as their own if they choose. So I guess all of the Brilantas are siblings, at least in spirit.

Oh, and XEN09 has like, seven siblings. Xe is the second-oldest, and least remarkable.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? I already talked about Eros and Bismuth up there a ways in question 18, but I’ll talk about another relationship here. @autistictimeknight‘s character, Nova the Alchemist, is mentor and adopted parental figure to my character Munna. Munna … Munna isn’t a very good apprentice. She tries very hard.

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human That’s most of them, I’m not quite sure what to say here. Bronze is an android? Bronze again? Westrin? All the aliens ??

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? man. uh. westrin or jean. or perhaps valencia.

39. Introduce any character you want ??? uhhhHHHhhHHH Lord Brillium is the reigning deity of the Cloud Kingdoms in the other campaign setting I’m working on. They represent light and the quest for knowledge, and spend most of their days in the Cathedral Observatory watching the stars.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!one time bronze flew a hover-bike through the stained glass window in a cathedral blaring all star by smash mouth on their iguana

also one time bronze rickrolled a rakshasa demon and then pulled updog on it like, two minutes later

another time bronze scared off an entire army by pretending to be an automated security system

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)ive got a whole little folder on here from all you blessed people !!!! right now ive got a drawing quinn did of one o fmy characters as my lockscreen

but i think the one i’ll really never ever get over is this piece of Jane, by @rabendraws / @owoltron:

(i bet you thought i forgot about this, dude. dude. think again.)

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? this is kind of a weird question, m, I feel like Bismuth would find learning about the mythos utterly fascinating, as would Tawn.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confesshaha. uh. i might.

aside from the entire “bronze-tangential characters” thing i mentioned awhile back, I tend to really like designing characters with hair color lighter than their skin color. it just looks so cool man. i love drawing freckles but dont put them on enough characters. i like really curly hair, but also really long and flowy hair. i like drawing triangular body types, and pointy/prominent noses.

44. Something you like about your OCs in generaluhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this is a really vague question. m. m.

45. A character you no longer use?there’s old versions of characters, but a lot of my older ones have been somehow repurposed. I guess there’s Turien, my first-ever DND character, who’s just kind of sitting dead now. Haven’t really done anything with him other than a pretty recent tangential character.

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?Not that I can think of.

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? Im certain it’s happened, but I can’t remember any specific instances.

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pureSpring. spring knows nothing of th dangers of the world who is letting them into fights someon eneeds to stop this

(spring roll, hehe.)

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memesim not sure what this question is asking since many of my ocs actively enjoy memes including but not limited to westrin, dave, bronze, xen09, iris, and doctor archersen

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you wanti think. i think im going to pass on this one. i gave you the good old oc talk. your damn turn, yall:

if you have any questions about any of these guys feel free to shoot one at me!

thats all from me im tired and its one am. techskylander you absolute madman

#yetanotherOCmeme #WHY #personal

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essenceanddescent · 7 years ago

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Your "Beautiful" Character Sucks

Or … Why I Avoid Fics with overly "Beautiful" OCs

Or ... What Makes a Mary Sue, Part 2

Pre-rant: I don’t normally write about what people shouldn’t do. I don’t like guidelines. I don’t like standards. I don’t like best practices. I don’t like any rules that are placed on highly subjective and creative art forms. So the point of this isn’t to tell you what you shouldn’t do, because you should write whatever the hell you want to. The point of this mini-rant is to point out something that, I … as a reader of fiction … make it a point to avoid reading and why.

For the most part, I’m going to put "beautiful" in quotes, because “beauty” is supposedly subjective, although that is not, in fact, true. For the purposes of this ramble, I’m going to be referring to the socially accepted standards of “beauty”. I am not talking about the people who are so intriguing that they are attractive in ways that are not conventional. I’m talking about the person that 98% of the people in any given room would agree is “beautiful” without ever speaking to them.

So … Those Kinds of Fics. Yeah, you know the ones.

We’ve all read that fic. The one that starts highly promising. It's got all the right tags: Romance, True Love, the right pairing. It’s even well written, the spacing is perfect, the author’s note and summary before the story actually starts is clever and almost pleasant. It shows INCREDIBLE promise.

We are immediately intrigued and very optimistic. Those little butterflies flutter in our stomachs as we start to read and take in all the glorious words, hoping deep down inside that this is going to be the fic that we’ve been waiting for. This is it. Someone has done it and it that will introduce or fix something that is missing in our broken little fandom hearts and then we get to the line (or one very much like it).

He/She steps into full view and [everyone or anyone] gasps as their jaws drops at his/her jaw-droppingly beautiful eyes, and jaw-droppingly beautiful skin, and jaw-droppingly beautiful hair and jaw-droppingly beautiful body and … and … and … and … beautiful … beautiful … beautiful*. Maybe you don’t understand: BEAUTIFUL.

YES, I know this is a blatant exaggeration, but you get my point. It's love at first site because they were just so goddamn beautiful. They haven’t spoken yet. They haven’t shown they have a single thought behind their beautiful eyes … but it doesn’t matter, does it? She’s beautiful, and that means she’s a good person. And that means we have to love her immediately, because Beauty Equals Goodness in our fucked up superficial society.

No romance, no growth, no nothing. Everyone on the cast wants to fuck your OC because they are simply irresistible. I sniffle because … sadly … this fic is not the one. Rarely reading even another single word, I close the tab and begin my search anew, feeling suckered into reading the beginning of it at all.

Look, I get it. I really do. A lot of fic is wish-fulfillment and a lot of us wish that we were that beautiful, but there’s a cost to that kind of power that authors never take into account when developing their characters into something that could make me care about them.

Beauty really IS a Real World Superpower

Before you write blindly about "beauty", do you really understand it and its effect on those around it? I’m not a “beautiful” person, but I’m not ugly either; I’m like the majority of women out there, stuck in some kind of terrible nebulous middle ground: Unbeautiful Purgatory.

As women, we are taught from birth that our worth, regardless of how intelligent we are, regardless of how talented we are, regardless of any other trait, is placed solely on our appearance and ability to be desirable. Franky, anyone who tells you otherwise is full of shit. "In my household." BAH. It's not just our own families that uphold this stereotype, it’s the media and society itself. It even comes directly from us (even in the fics we write) and our friends. We enable and continue to drive and reinforce these superficial ideals on a daily basis.

But, being a highly intelligent woman, stuck in this strange tortuous middle ground, you get a fascinating view of how real world people react to "beautiful" women. When an incredible “beauty” enters a room, she has a powerful effect on all of those around her, men and women alike. This isn’t a myth or an unfounded stereotype, this is a well documented cognitive bias known as the Halo Effect.

TL;DR: The halo effect works in both positive and negative directions (the horns effect): If the observer likes one aspect of something, they will have a positive predisposition toward everything about it. If the observer dislikes one aspect of something, they will have a negative predisposition toward everything about it.

If you’ve watched 30 Rock, then you might have seen the episode, The Bubble, (see Handsome Bubble for the trope of this) with Jon Hamm that touches on this point quite laughably. Hamm plays an overly attractive doctor who doesn’t even know the heimlich maneuver; he’s a tennis coach who doesn’t even know how to play tennis. While this is obviously an exaggeration for comedic effect, it doesn’t make this phenomena any less true. "Beautiful" people experience life quite differently from the rest of us, whether it be for the better or not. And … “Beautiful” people are BORING.

The Halo Effect … First Hand

This is a personal story, and you can skip it if you wish.

I’ve witnessed this effect first hand and found it actually terrifying. Being internalized and introverted, I tend to observe in social environments more than interact. At a social event, a few years ago, I found myself in a room full of highly intelligent men and women engineers who got flustered immediately when a "beautiful" woman entered the room.

Just a quick note here: I am not talking about just some pretty face. This particular woman’s "beauty" was talked about at the water cooler daily. She could easily have been a model instead of an engineer.

So, I watched, in awe of the situation unfold, as this said person committed various atrocious acts of social crimes: forgetting people’s names, touching people inappropriately, talking over people, not listening to what people were actually saying before replying. She was entirely unable to follow the technical aspects of the conversations currently in play and as such the dialogue was immediately dumbed down to allow her to participate. She immediately became the ultimate center of attention and … everyone loved it. It was like a show was being put on and you were supposed to be enamoured by her, regardless of what she was actually contributing. It was her mere presence that was the drug to them.

Now, I should have been just as enamoured with her and I do not think that I am immune to the Halo Effect, but I was immune to her effect, specifically, because I had been her officemate for over a year a few years prior to this strange social interaction. We shared cubes in the same office for over a year passing each other every day and exchanging nice pleasantries.

I had learned, over several months, that she was entirely incapable of doing her own work and was … in fact … lacking any kind of significant personality. Over the year of sharing the space with her, she progressively became less and less attractive until I found myself standing uniquely outside of her realm of influence. Don’t get me wrong, it is an extremely powerful effect as it took months and months of constant stimulation for me to build up a tolerance to it and see through the thin veil of just her exterior.

So when someone introduced us at this social event, I started to laugh, because … duh, we already know each other and she put her hand out to shake mine because she had no idea who I was. Sure, it’d been a few years and I’d grown up, lost weight, and changed my hair color but …

Wait. What? Are … you … kidding me???

When I spoke to a friend about this, they actually dismissed me. "It's not a big deal. She didn’t mean to be rude. She’s actually a really nice person. You shouldn’t be so sensitive." I really didn’t look that different, but I was confused why this was suddenly socially acceptable. I have a hard enough time dealing with socializing as it was and the entire experience was a big turn off for me going forward putting in effort to socialize with this group of people.

Socializing and interacting is a pretty tricky game as it is, especially for someone who is hyper observant. Extroverts have a one-up on introverts here. Sure. But the game is entirely stacked the other way around when you are playing with an obvious handicap or … in her case … a Game Genie.

I also want to make it clear that this story wasn’t to put down one unlikeable "beautiful" person. No, the purpose of this story was not to point out her as an abnormality or even to call her out as the standard of “beautiful” people. The point was to appreciate the reactions by everyone around her. These were people whom I’d know for years. People who I considered were highly intelligent. People who had earned my friendship over years of interacting. How did a group of people that I had so much respect for fall prey to groupthink so very easily? It’s simple, we’re wired that way.

I learned a lesson that day: Beauty Completely Disrupts Normal Behavior

But "Beautiful" and disruptive means it’s a Mary Sue. Doesn’t it?

You knew I was going to tie this back to Mary Sue-ism, right? Hehehe, of course I was.

I see a lot of talk about a character being so "beautiful" that she overwhelms the characters and plot and therefore, she is a Mary Sue. This definition, as the previous definition of a Mary Sue, is a bad one.

So, here is the thing with "Extreme Beauty". If you read about the Halo Effect and the physical attractiveness stereotype, then when an insanely attractive person walks into a room, most (it does not have to be all) of your other characters (original or canon) will most likely be enamoured by them and will automagically treat them much differently than other people.

But, you say, the argument that a character is a Mary Sue because they change the characters and plot and story to fit around them is somewhat invalid at this point, isn’t it? Some part of a Mary Sue is all about causing characters to act OOC or act unbelievably. If most people are, in fact, affected by The Halo Effect then it is absolutely IC (In Character) for them to be enamoured with her at first glance and treat her quite a bit differently than they would treat anyone else.

I would even go as far as to say that if you have described your character as infallibly "beautiful" and most of the characters are NOT in the least bit flustered with her beyond reason, that might be OOC (Out of Character). “Most” is an important distinction in that previous statement, as I do think that there are people/characters who are, in fact, immune to the Halo Effect. (This is an extremely important trait for me to find in a hero, btw)

Great! If she’s not a Sue, then I can disrupt with her all I want!!!

Sure. Yes. Yes, you can and yes, in my eyes, she would be a valid character in that sense because absolute "beauty" has a tendency to disrupt absolutely, but why do that? Is it a satire? I might read that then. If not, is that really interesting? Will there be any growth behind her trials or her affect on the characters? Will she provide a lesson learned or just serve as a porn star in the fic to be used and discarded?

Who really wants to read that? Probably some people? I don’t and I won’t. If I’m reading fic about a canon character, chances are I like that canon character and I feel like that canon character deserves my extra attention, so why would I want to read about them and an obvious sex toy with them? I know, I know … that is what smut is, right? No. Smut can be written with real people. Show me real attraction, don’t just tell me about fleeting infatuation driven by the physical features of a vapid bombshell that is supposed to be a husk for reader to assume control of in their minds.

I’m so very tired of being bombarded by the media that makes me feel inadequate as it is. From the issues introduced by problematic tropes to recent Hollywood shenanigans, I actually turn to fanfic specifically to read about realistic characters with which, I always hope on some small level, to be able to relate to and when I find that it's the same regurgitation, I get turned off immediately.

But My Character really is ULTRA UBER Special! LOVE HER!

You: No, no, no. You don’t understand. My ultra "beautiful" character is different. She’s nice, kind, sweet, and she’d never let her beauty get to her head. She’s incredibly smart and playful and lovable and absolutely empathetic and charismatic … She’s JUST SUPER SPECIAL!

Me: ಠ_ಠ

Ok. Here’s the deal …

If you’ve grown up with this "effect" on you for your entire life, there will be parts of your character and personality that are inevitably stunted or just flat out fundamentally different compared to those who didn’t grow up with such … advantages or … (I shudder to use this word) privilege. It’s easy to understand: if you’ve never really used muscles before, then people who have will have stronger ones. Get me? “Beautiful” people are usually gonna be socially stunted and inevitably very, very, very boring.

You: But that’s just the rule. There are exceptions! Extenuating circumstances!

Me: ¯＼(ツ)/¯ Uh … sure? I guess? You just better be goddamn good at SHOWING and SELLING me on it, instead of just TELLING me.

So, the above characters can exist and they can actually be written very well. Absolutely. Who I just described above is … Captain America, handsome Steve Rogers himself. Yup, he is all of those things, but do you know what makes him nearly believable for me? He didn’t grow up like that. He experienced a transformation. He was given this super power after being the complete OPPOSITE of what is considered "beautiful" for a man. He grew up battered and beaten down, learning what it really meant to be empathic and understanding. They SHOWED us that, on so many levels. I related to him. He was introverted and he stood alone in the corner at parties. He went on double dates and was the third wheel that the girls ditched in favor of his best friend. Because of his appearance, he was the outcast.

But, be careful using the Beautiful All Along trope though. Unless you can provide some interesting backstory for said "transformation", then it can be hard to buy. Some people go for the She Is All Grown Up, which isn’t much better IMHO.

All I ask is that you put a little bit of effort into making your character attractive in ways other than physically “beautiful”. It’s tiresome and, honestly, it only perpetuates the problem further.

#it's just a big long hateful ugly rant #rant #fanfiction #fanfic #mary sue #what makes a mary sue #beauty #lazy character development #I'm sorry #if all i cared about was beautiful women i would stick to hollywood and not read fanfic

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