#oc: eun

[crimsonrain-spirits]

pepper my beloved <3 (she/her) ft. some doodles (the other demon is eun, her partner <3)

[hawkepockets]

GW2 CHARACTER PAGE

In Game

Thief

Pepiya PEP-ee-yuh

she/him 🪼 45 🪼 daredevil/deadeye/specter

Pact Commander, Statics graduate, ex-Priory tomb raider. Earnest, dry, authoritative, occasionally vindictive, always compassionate, out of touch with civilian social cues. Control freak. Dabbles in Void magic.

Romances: Tarakk & @pyroengi’s Teek.

Voice claim: Colleen O’Shaughnessey (F!asura, GW2)

Necromancer

Toxinologist Tarakk tuh-RACK

he/him 🕷️ 50 🕷️ harbinger

Gorrik & Ankka’s old Inquest mentor. Expert at synthesizing venoms, loves spiders. Narcoleptic & low in life force since a lab “accident” (sabotage) in 1326. Absentminded, compassionate, intense, exists at the intersection of dad jokes & professor humor.

Co-created with @antariies.

Romance: Pepa

Voice claim: Steve Staley (M!asura, GW2)

Mesmers

Prem Ikarion PREM ih-CARE-ee-in

he/him 🐒 32 🐒 martial artist (mirage)

Born a Zephyrite with a knack for disguise glamours, in a happier timeline Prem kept faith with his people and grew into a splendid champion of Vlast. In this one, he went wrong at every turn. Once Anise’s Second Blade/favorite brainwashed goon, now an exile from the Reach, emptied of magic, and half-corrupted by an oni. But he stays silly.

In @antariies’s canon, Harley’s childhood best friend turned worst enemy turned weird boybestie again (homoerotic).

Romances: Canach, Rama

Voice claim: Nolan North (M!human, GW2 • Nathan Drake, Uncharted)

Oumeko OOH-may-koe

she/her 🦋 ?? 🦋 chronomancer

A mild-mannered office worker turned magical girl in the fractals. Oumeko was the Captain’s Council’s receptionist when Scarlet and the Aetherblades attacked Lion’s Arch, levelling Oume’s neighborhood and killing her elderly parents in their home. Oume didn’t know what got into her that inspired her to leave a notice on her desk and hunt Mai Trin into the Mists like an animal, but she did, and after she sabotaged the Aetherblades’ Mist engine, she got stuck in unreality right along with them.

Oume has been making her way through thousands of permutations of Tyrian history and her own memories in the wild fractals. At first she looked singlemindedly for a way out, but now, after who knows how many years and loops, she’s become infatuated with Dessa, the voice on the PA system that’s guided and joked with her, maybe the only other real (real?) person in the fractals. Oume doesn’t know if she’s even the original copy of herself anymore, much less if she’d survive an exit to alpha Tyria—if she could even find one. But even if she could, she wouldn’t go without Dessa and Arkk. And the more times Oume resets the fractals to try to save them, the more time and Mist energy she builds up, until the fractals start to recognize Dessa as their purpose and center, and Oumeko as their mad, shortsighted architect.

Romance: Dessa?

Voice claim: Undecided!

Engineer

Dara Ikarion DAR-uh ih-CARE-ee-in

she/her 🐅 24 🐅 scrapper

Prem’s kid sister, Zephyrite airship engineer & inventor, Claw of Aurene. At 16, Dara survived the Zephyr Sanctum crash and chased after Aerin and the Master of Peace, intent on saving whatever the Master protected. Her hero complex and teenage delusion of invincibility drove her deep into the jungle, where she rocketed past Faolain, Caithe, Ruka, and Commander Pepiya to claim the egg for herself and the Zephyrite people. In that first moment of psychic contact with the unborn baby Aurene, Dara’s young mind was overwhelmed by raw magic and existential terror, forging an invasive, twisted bond between her and the baby dragon and leaving Dara nonverbal, magic-sensitive, and wilder than before. Reckoning with that trauma and Aurene’s ability to take over Dara’s body took years, but now their closeness is a point of pride, not a cause of horror. Dara is happy to call herself Aurene’s Claw. Intense, contrary, bright. ROCKET PUNCH‼️ YIAH‼️

Romance: Yao

Voice claim: Brenda Song (London Tipton, Zach & Cody • Caitlyn, The Quarry • Anne Boonchuy, Amphibia)

Ranger

Droseira j-roe-SEE-ruh

she/her 🌸 secondborn 🌸 all specs

A devotee of the Church of the Dream (created by @mystery-salad). A sickly sweet stickler for the rules of the Grove. Executes any spider, thornbush, fern hound, or sylvari touched by Nightmare. Jealous of Valiants who were given a purpose in their Dreams, she created a Wyld Hunt for herself: make the sylvari into an army of light that can cleanse the whole world of evil. And she finds she likes the taste of shed sap. Obsessed with Achi. Does not work with flesh and blood animals, because they’re impure. Weirdo.

Romance: —

Voice claim: Daisy Haggard (Mum, Hilda)

Warrior

Acheloe ACK-uh-LO-wee

she/they/it 🪲 15 🪲 bladesworn

Dragon’s Watch guildie, Pale Reaver. A Valiant who’s been given an endless series of mucky, ugly, tedious, small, and seemingly suicidal Wyld Hunts since her awakening. Four-armed, winged, and oddly jointed, Achi has evolved to look more and more like an unkillable insect, the more dangerous & degrading jobs they’ve survived. Caledon sylvari consider her a bad omen. Her latest Hunt, the first she’s ever resisted, is to die for the Commander. Her luckier podtwin, Boru, died in Maguuma. Solemn, prickly, devoted.

Romance: @wyldblunt’s Damage

Voice claim: Ben Prendergast (Patroclus, Hades)

Elementalist

Cirrus Kitetail SEE-rus KITE-tail

she/her ��️ 33 ☁️ hammer weaver

Dragon’s Watch guildie, Zephyrite. Born Decima (“Deck”) Whiptail of Iron Legion, she was piloting a copter in a tryout for her grandmother’s airborne warband in 1320 on the day Kralkatorrik flew over. The copters lost power in the arcane storm, but she kept hers aloft with her air elementalism, which she’d always hidden in the fahrar, and brought herself and her grandmother Tenar Kitewing safely down on the far side of the newly formed Brandscar. Tenar granted her the honorary warband name Kitetail, and they wandered northern Elona together, struggling to survive and find a way back to their Legion, or failing that, a new home & purpose in Elona. The Zephyrites were the answer. When the Zephyr Fleet was able to offer passage back to Ascalon years later, Tenar and her granddaughter, now called Cirrus, refused, having fallen in love with their new people. Cirrus joined Dragon’s Watch after the Dry Top crash. Bubbly, combative, short attention span.

Romance: —

Voice claim: Mara Junot (Nyoka, The Outer Worlds)

Guardian

Razan Meziani ruh-ZAHN mez-ee-AH-nee

she/her 🌞 229 🌞 willbender

A rebel Sunspear inspired by Twilight Oasis. Formerly a cheerleader for the Sunspear Order, infatuated with Amala, until a series of atrocities during the invasion of Istan convinced her Elona belonged to Joko already. The lich king promised she could “have” Amala, once Amala had sworn fealty to him, but neglected to mention they’d both be Awakened first. Raz originally developed her fighting style to help support the Sunspears’ legendary dervishes by specializing in their weak points, but after turning coat she became Joko’s favorite dervish hunter, an expert at reading their footwork, getting inside their guard, and breaking their divine channels with brutal stuns.

Romances: Amala…????

Voice claim: Mallorie Rodak (Frieren, English dub of Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End)

Revenant

Kishi Genji KISH-ee GEN-jee

he/him 🦢 mid 30s 🦢 vindicator

An affable mid-ranking Canthan noble of Kurzick descent, whose family had mostly fallen out of favor with Ihn’s court until Genji started talking to an echo of Saint Viktor and channeling his power.

An arranged marriage was set up with Onasis Ai, a noble of Luxon blood who was in touch with Archemorus. Though they didn’t choose each other, Ai and Genji have become best friends and devoted partners—but are unsure whether pursuing an actual romance is something they want, or just a pressure from their families, class, and the ancient lovers’ voices in their heads.

They’re both lavished and threatened with the court’s attention as a result of their magic, auspicious marriage, and developing combat skills, but they have a secret that threatens their status far more than any previous generation’s unwise investments or misplaced courtly alliances… their very young daughter Himiko has started talking about an imaginary friend she calls the Guard Man, who follows her around wearing old timey armor and dragging his swords along the floor, and gives her the power to petrify her parents with a frustrated wail, and turn small objects into jade.

Urgent pacifist and law-abider, despite having close enough family ties to the Jade Brotherhood that Genji calls Chul-moo “Uncle Park.”

Romance: Kishi Ai

Voice claim: Mark Ota (Ryonosuke Naruhodo, The Great Ace Attorney)

Not In Game

Gilwynne GIL-win

My oldest GW2 OC and retired main!

Thirdborn sylvari, intended to become the avatar of a second Tree but denied their Wyld Hunt to keep free will. Fell to corruption twice (Nightmare and Mordrem), got up twice. Haughty, blunt, sensual, hungry for knowledge of magic and their own limits. Accomplished alchemist, mender, and Shaper. Hylek lover.

Romances: Trahearne & @antariies’s Commander Harley Vuong

Voice claim: Shohreh Aghdashloo (Shala’Raan, Mass Effect • Roshan, Assassin’s Creed • Grayson, Arcane • Avasarala, The Expanse)

Gale/Nan Ikaros NAHN & Glow/Phaibun Ikarion FYE-beun ih-CARE-ee-in

she/her 🎏 60s

Prem and Dara’s mothers. Co-captains of the Zephyrite airship Ikaros. Nan, a fire elementalist, grew up as a poor Luxon jade miner. She fell in love with Phaibun, an air elementalist and “princess” of the Zephyr fleet as a captain’s only child, while Phaibun visited the Canthan imperial court many years ago. Phaibun is elegant, nitpicky, and cool. Nan is skeptical, spirited, and pragmatic. They call Prem “Monkey” and Dara “Tiger.”

Kishi Ai KEY-shee EYE

she/her 🖋️ 40s

Genji’s wife and best friend, the vessel of Archemorus. Genji and Ai both come from organized crime families. Unlike Genji, Ai isn’t afraid of her violent heritage or of using her relatives’ underworld connections for the betterment of Cantha.

An employment discrimination lawyer and champion of Kurzick, Luxon, and tengu workers by day, a benefactor and arms dealer for the freedom fighters by night, and a courtier on paper and only by necessity, Ai has very little time for her husband and daughter. But she loves them, and looks forward to a day when Cantha’s minorities have enough influence to speak for themselves, and she can take some time off to be a mother, and see if she’s even interested in being a wife.

Romance: Kishi Genji

Kishi Himiko KEY-shee HEE-mee-koe

she/her 👺 5

Genji & Ai’s daughter. Vessel of Shiro Tagachi.

Eun Kattarins YOON CAT-uh-rinz

she/her 🐆 80s (norn middle age)

Hoelbrak’s ambassador to the Iron Legion for 50 years. A sly, charismatic, militant snow leopard norn who walked effortlessly among the charr, but always put her people’s survival first at the expense of all else, even her own blood. Longtime on-and-off lover of Eir Stegalkin. Mother of @pact-valkyrie’s Britta, Jormag’s last and most terrible fraenir. Killed by her daughter in 1333, survived by her brother Eiko (@antariies).

Romances: Eir & unknown other norn

Malachi Olowe MAL-uhk-eye OH-lo-way

she/him 🦂 66

An Elonian bounty hunter, born Olmakhan but too restless and greedy for their way of life. Took her surname from a human deadeye she got training from, then left for dead. Double-crossed her employers one too many times, got caught between the scorned Sunspears and the punishing Mordant Crescent, and was killed in 1327. Left a mate and cub behind. Years later, snuck out of the Mists under cover of the Battle of Dragonfall. Now roaming Tyria causing low-grade havoc, pursued by demons, envoys, and Priory operatives frantic to put him back in hell where he belongs. Great storyteller. Very funny.

Romance: Her mate Dinah

Ikeda Keino EE-kay-dah KAY-no

she/her 👹 15

The half-possessed Jade Brotherhood teen Prem rescued from Behemoth’s Gap. Even after months without the oni’s influence, Keino is a bitter, snappish, self-isolating girl who resents any attempt to care for her. She wants to become an investigative journalist and take down Xunlai Jade once and for all by exposing its corruption, but to do that she has to survive high school in Kaineng. Has a twisted bond with Prem, ever since the oni made her confuse him for her father.

Farrah Whitebear FAIR-uh WHITE-bear

she/her 🐗 32

Knut Whitebear’s adoptive daughter. An elegant, serious young norn who gave up her special interest in jotun magic to serve under Jhavi in the Vigil, hoping to eliminate Jormag’s existential threat to the norn and leave them all free to pursue their peacetime passions—a decision that got her stranded, alone, freezing from the inside out in Bjora Marches. She got better, though. Mostly. Follower of the inexorable Boar Spirit.

Romance: @pact-valkyrie’s Sovhi

Hemera, Duke of False Hope HEM-uh-ruh

she/her 🌸 31

The Nightmare Courtier who mentored Gil when they were a sapling. Hemera was a secondborn who developed without protection from Mordremoth’s influence due to the Pale Tree and the Dream itself being stretched too thin at the time. Despite her ethereal beauty and tyrannical-but-nurturing “fairy queen” persona, Hemera has never felt anything except hunger and momentary satisfaction. She learned to Shape other sylvari’s bodies from watching her student Gil at work, and carved out a place for herself high in the Court by offering to change courtiers—either for beauty or efficacy in torture and raids—for favors. Hemera temporarily corrupted in Maguuma, but when Mordremoth fell silent in death, she twisted her body back to a parody of its old shape and started a new Nightmare sect in Siren’s Landing, where she preys on sapling researchers who wander too far from camp. She considers it her Dark Hunt to create a garden of mutilated sylvari that swallows the whole world, as Mordremoth’s jungle failed to do. Drosie’s mortal enemy.

Romances: @antariies’s Knight Arahn

Halimaka HAW-lee-MAW-kuh

she/he/they/it 🧪 30s

Once a Flame Legion inquisitor called Halima Eyesear whose investigation into the nascent Molten Alliance led her to run afoul of “B” (Scarlet Briar). Their body was gifted to the Toxic Alliance, who modified it to see how Toxic mad science and Flame magic combined. The resulting creature, “Halimaka,” sizzles with deadly heat and poison vapors and drips burning acid with every step. It has no memory of its previous life with Flame, only a dizzying sense of lost community and purpose, and the worry that it wouldn’t like who it used to be even if it could remember. Undomesticated, wistful, weird.

Jubilee Shaw JOO-buh-lee SHAW

she/her 🪆49 (mind’s age)/29 (body’s age)/283 (chronological age; born 1053)

The Ascalonian Hero of Prophecies, accidentally possessing her descendant’s body after a botched attempt at channeling her as a revenant legend. Out of place and time, an elementalist in a necromancer’s slightly-too-small body, blamed for killing her great-great-grandchild when she didn’t even want to return, Billy struggles to find a place in this bright and hostile new Tyria.

Khepri Chisisi KEP-ree chiss-SEE-see

she/her 🌪️ 83 at her death in 1135

The Hero of Nightfall, a legendary dervish. Long dead.

[veriitasu]

A Duet (?)

[donniipao]

shout out to my protagonists, The Aces 🙏🙏

[lufyuu]

,, One more picture ''

Idol! male reader x Photographer OC

Tw/s: quite vanilla, not sure to put any. Reader goes from being dominant to submissive.

Not too long ago, you were asked to be an ambassador of Louis Vuitton. The moment Louis Vuitton had announced you became an ambassador of their brand, your fans, and group members were so excited, it went all over the news globally. You flew all the way to Paris for a photoshoot. They would have you model for them wearing their bags, jewelries, etc while also attending events wearing them. The moment you stepped out of the car, you were swarmed with fans, they were all trying to get your attention. Whether that'd be by screaming your name or having their hands out with gifts for you. Fortunately, you had very good security guards, they managed to keep the fans from touching you or getting too close. The first day you were seen wearing the outfit Louis Vuitton had provided you with, it sold out in the matter of hours.

Due to this opportunity, you had many scheduled photoshoots for Louis Vuitton. The first thing that caught your eye was Eun Hyunwoo. Eun Hyunwoo was the photographer in your first photoshoot. He was absolutely breathtaking. He had the kind of look that would make people turn around to stare. A kind of look that belonged to the museum. It was both gentle and dashing. It was such a shame he didn't want to be an idol or anything like an idol. He finds photography to be much more interesting. He finds joy in taking pictures. "Photography captures life's beauty" is his reason to want to pursue it.

You found him to be quite an interesting man. A life of fame and money stared at him all day long and yet he never even once looked its way. The more you saw him, the more you saw his charms. It wasn't just his looks that charmed you. It was the way he would talk, describe things. "[Name]-nim, I will never be able to describe you in a word...", was what he said when you told him to. He said he's not good with describing people, especially you. That made your heart flutter. It felt as if butterflies were eating you from the inside out. Eventually, you even developed sexual thoughts about him at work. When you'd be backstage and have random thoughts of being fucked by him. Something about a gentle man being rough with you made your legs turn into jelly. You'd have to excuse yourself to the bathroom because of these thought. This man had you going crazy.

Click Click Click, the sound of a camera clicking accompanied by bright light aimed at you. "That shot was gorgeous as always," the photographer commented. The staff all agreed with him, "as expected from [Name]," they would say. Others only nodded in agreement. "Thank you, everyone, for your hard work!"you said, bowing to everyone in the room as a sign of respect as a few people removed the props. The photographer looked through the camera roll, the pictures he had captured of you were flawless, you looked elegant, your aura radiating through the small screen. Just as he was admiring your beauty, you approach him. "Eun Hyunwoo-shi," you tap his hand, which startles him a bit. "Ah..! [Name]-nim, what's the matter?"He looks a bit down to face you. Though he doesn't really make eye contact, how could he when you're quite literally the number one most sought out idol at the moment? He didn't feel worthy. "Could you perhaps send those pictures to me? I want to take a look", a smile spreads across your face, a gentle smile that convinces him even if he's been told not to. "Oh.. Of course, should I send it through your work email?", he scrambles to find his phone, which is in his right pocket. You shake your head, indicating he's wrong about that assumption. You stretch out your right hand to take the phone, and he hesitantly gives it to you. You typed out your number on his phone, "Just text me them here." He takes back his phone as you walk away, looking down at his phone and then looking back to the direction you were walking towards until your figure disappears behind the door. His face turned a bit red as the other staff members asked him to help with dismantling the set.

After an hour, you finally returned back to your hotel. Your phone lights up with a ding!, it was the「Lum¡n☆ry」group chat.

➤Woohoooo: @[Name] we miss uuuuu

➤4Sp☆rks: Are you done with the photoshoot?

➤Cho_Sangwoo: You guys are disturbing him. He's probably still at the photoshoot.

Looking at the group chat, you couldn't help but let a smile spread across your face. Texting them back quickly, you informed them that you're now at the hotel. Though, no matter how much you had been distracted, a certain person was at the back of your mind. A man with short and messy black hair. The way his soft blue eyes looked at you was unforgettable. Your heart thumped at the thought of him, the thought of being on your knees, unzipping his.. ding! a sudden ding snapped you out of it. You went to open the dm, it was from an unknown number.

➤+82 XX XXXX YYYY: [photo] +10 more

They were your photoshoot photos. You immediately connected the dots and realized it's not a random stalker. It's Eun Hyunwoo. Taking a good look at the pictures, they are definitely breathtaking, but you spot something. The third picture he had sent was odd. The angle was wrong. As the professional man you are, you point it out.

➤+82 XX XXXX YYYY:

-Ah...

-I'm sorry for the trouble [Name]-nim, should we retake the picture?

You thought of it for a moment, it sure would be an inconvenience for you. It'd totally mess up your schedule, too. Plus, there's other pictures to make up for it. You'll only be missing a singular picture, what harm could that do? Honestly, it would be better for everyone, including yourself, if you just said no.

➤You: Sure!

You sure are thinking with your dick right now.

➤You: Are you still at the photoshoot place? I can go there right away while I still have my outfit and make up on

➤+82 XX XXXX YYYY: I'm not sure if that's a good idea, [Name]-nim...The other staff members have already gone home, it'd be a complete mess, wouldn't it?

➤You: We can make it work. Besides, you're the best photographer I know

➤+82 XX XXXX YYYY: If you say so [Name]-nim, I'll be waiting.

And with that confirmation, you got up from the sofa, grabbing your bag and sprinting to the place. Not literally of course, you took a taxi there.

When you get to the place, the lights are almost all off. There's a person waving at you with a camera around their neck. "[Name]-nim!", as you get closer, you see a gentle smile on his face. "Eun Hyunwoo-shi," you said his name in return, "let's get back in now", you put your hand behind his back, urging him back in. Eun Hyunwoo turns on all the switches, revealing the already tidied up room. The lights were moved to one side while the decorations were put in a box. "Shall we set it up once more?", he asks, looking at you and expecting you to nod or say yes. "No, let's take a photo right here, it'll turn out great," he seemed very skeptical. The area you are in at the moment is quite dark. Of course, it could turn out artistic, but considering your other pictures, it wouldn't fit at all. "[Name]-nim, I don't think that's a good-", "come here!", you pull his hand to the area, making sure he won't be able to disagree further. Without a word, you push yourself up on the table, sitting on it with your legs crossed, posing for the camera. He gets the message and puts the camera up to his eye, aiming it at you.

Click click , you get off the table and look at the pictures on the small screen. "Hm...these won't do," "o-oh, why's that..?", he asks, looking at you as if expecting you to say his camera work is terrible. "Oh, it's not you, I think I know what's missing here," you go back to your position and beckon him to come closer. He complies, wondering if you knew how to make the pictures better. You then grab his tie, his head is now leaned down to face you, "[Name]-nim...?-", you look up at him, wanting him to get the message, "Hyunwoo shi..."he gulped, his face visibly red, especially his ears. His eyes widened a bit, now knowing what you want him to do. Immediately, he leans down to meet your lips, putting his camera beside you, grabbing your chin, and kissing you deeply. "Mmm..ah..", he moans into the kiss. It's obvious he hasn't done much kissing in his life before. The two of you finally let go after a while. The kiss was intense.

Looking at his hard cock straining in his pants, you hop off the table, getting on your knees infront of him, infront of his boner. You unzip his pants using your teeth, you could hear his breath hitch. Even through the boxer, his pre-cum was already leaking through. "All it took was a kiss for you to get hard?", you tease him, "w-well I-I...!", he couldn't make up an excuse for himself, he did get super worked up from a single kiss. "You're really adorable", before he could answer, you took out his cock out of it's restraints, "holy shit..", your eyes widened at the sight. His cock was long and girthy, "Hyunwoo-shi...I didn't expect you to have such a big thing down here", "is it really that big...?", he looks with his face being covered partly by his hand due to the embarrassment. You took his cock in your hand, you couldn't even wrap your hand around it, "mmm, very", was what you said before putting the tip into your mouth, licking and sucking on it. "[Name]-nim..!-", you released his cock from your mouth, "it's [Name], no need for formalities", he coughs and corrects himself, "[Name]...It's dirty down there", you chuckle at this response and continue to suck on his tip, "a-ah..", he tries to keep in his moans but with you sucking him like that, how could he do it for long? His moans were muffled by his hand, you aren't satisfied with this, why would he contain his moans?

You took his cock in deeper, now half of his length is in your mouth. "A-ah...agh...!", he finally lets his moans out, no longer covering his mouth with his hand. You smile, "eunjwoin thwis?", you try to say while his cock is reaching your throat, the vibrations from your mouth making him even weaker. He could only nod weakly in response.

Sounds of sucking accompanied by Eun Hyunwoo's moans were music to your ears. Unconsciously, due to pleasure, he grabs your face and pushes you down on his cock, taking it even further in, you begin to choke on his length, trying to adjust as best you can. Eun Hyunwoo then proceeds to grab the camera on the table with his other hand, pointing it down at you yet again, "you look so pretty...", he mumbles, taking a picture of you sucking him so good. Click

His face is practically as red as it can be by this point, he would never admit it but you've always had an effect on him, everytime he looks at you, he feels butterflies in his stomach, flying around. The way your lips wrap around his cock makes him even hornier, grabbing your hair and face-fucking you. His cock goes all the way to your throat. You try and contain your tears but they ultimately come out, your eyes glossy, looking up at his lustful face. The once gentle look on his face is now gone. He only has lust in those eyes. He continues to facefuck you, making sure it hits the back of your throat everytime. The pleasure he felt was unreal. "God...[Name], your mouth's so warm..", he praises. You wanted him to cum and so you sucked him more but, he suddenly pulls you off of his still hard cock leaking with pre-cum. You look up at him with a confused and disappointed look on your face. Before you could protest, he lifts you up onto the table, letting you sit up. He pulls down your pants and boxers, discarding them to the side.

Without any lube, he was hesitant to continue but with a little reassurance, he went on with what he wanted to do all along. He uses spit as a substitute for lube, "bare with me here...", he says as he pushes himself into you. Taking it slow. The last thing he wants is for you to get hurt, you're too precious to him.

You were trying to adjust to his size when he suddenly asked for forgiveness, "[Name]...I'm sorry but I can't handle it anymore..", it looked as if he was a beast, ready to ravage his prey. Then, he pushes all the way into you, making you take all of him. This makes your back arch from the sudden plunge. His cock is definitely too big for your little hole. Tears were now rolling down your cheeks, you couldn't help it from falling. "Please don't cry...", he says while wiping your tears away with his finger. The feeling of his cock inside of you unmoving was torturing, you wanted him to move. He lets out a surprised yelp as you start moving. "Move...goddamnit", you said with an almost begging tone, leaving him no choice but to grab your hips and thrust his cock in and out of you. He would pull out until only his tip was in before thrusting it all back into you.

All you could do was moan and mumble incoherent sentences. "You're so adorable like this, [Name]", he says while you're in that state. Anything and everything you do is adorable to him. You could feel yourself getting close too. When you looked down, there was a visible bulge on your lower stomach. "I'm so close..!", he says while still thrusting in and out of you like there's no tomorrow. You could feel yourself reaching your limit aswell. "Aagh..!", you let out a moan as you reach your climax, your cum splurting all over your lower body. But your photographer had not yet reached his. He desperately chased his climax, thrusting harsher and rougher until more tears ran down your cheeks. "I'm...cumming..! Take all of my cum", he finally cums into you. It felt like a decade as he released all of it inside you. His cum was dripping out your hole even with his cock still inside.

With such an adorable and tired expression on your face, Eun Hyunwoo couldn't help but reach over for his camera. He aimed the camera at your cum-filled and panting figure, making sure the camera captured his cock deep inside you, "you're so perfect like this, such a slut for my cock", he said shamelessly which was unexpected, it made you shudder a little. Being with you awakened something in him that he never knew he had. He went to caress your cheek with his free hand, smiling softly at you as he says, "[Name]-nim, I want to take more pictures of you..."

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Hello everyone, this is the first fic I'm writing for this blog. It's not really good but I promise to improve♡

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[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 55. baby her.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse (including sterilization) and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

"D'you think she'll try to run out of the house?" Jenny asks, the alarm evident in her voice as she rises to her feet. Carefully standing up myself and brushing off the sand from my clothes, I shake my head.

"No," I try to assure her. "I installed a surface lock higher up on the door where she can't reach it, after that night she went down to Bucky's," I explain, continuing to shake the loose sand from my shirt.

"Alright," the young lady breathes a sigh of relief, her gentle eyes catching mine. "Is this the first time something like this has happened?" she asks softly. I nod.

"This is the closest she's ever had to a tantrum in all the time I've known her. I don't think I've ever seen her angry like that before; it's just not like her."

"I understand," she says politely. "Steve, I know this must be startling for you, to suddenly see her behaving this way. But as I said before, this is right on track for how a lot of children begin to heal from complex traumas. The fact that she's displaying anger is a step in the right direction, in my opinion. What'll be most important is how we handle things from here."

I nod again, feeling as though I have a good idea of what she means. "Yeah, it's strange to see. But in a way, it's also a relief," I admit. "She's right. About the thing with Tony, I mean. I didn't save her. It's only fair that she gets to be angry with me about it."

Jenny smiles sympathetically, giving me a nod in return. "I would agree that her feelings are fair. It's really great that you're able to see that, Steve. Your ability to think of Willa's wants and needs before your own is critical, and I only grow more and more confident as time goes by in your ability to be a wonderful parent to her."

A subtle sense of encouragement and pride settles within me as I tell her, "Thank you, Dr. Brighton. I truly appreciate that, especially coming from you." Looking down at the mess of sand on the floor, I suggest, "If you want to go see where she might've went, I can get things cleaned up in here."

"Alright," Jenny agrees before stepping out of the door. Taking a moment to myself, I let out a deep sigh, running a hand back through my hair. An image of the child's face twisted in anger flashes through my mind, followed by her voice insisting, "You don't. You didn't."

I didn't. As many times as it happened, as many chances as I had to stop it all before it could get any worse, I didn't. And she paid the price for it. Over and over and over again.

Exiting the room, I go into the set of cabinets by the bathroom door and pull out the vacuum. From the front of the house, I can hear Jenny's soft voice speaking; they must be up in the living room. Going back into Willa's room, I start up the machine, running the head over the piles of sand collected on the floor. The mess takes little time to clean up. When I'm finished, I switch it off again, crouching down on my knees and collecting Willa's toys up in my arms. A hint of sadness washes over me as the little brown-haired doll catches my eye.

Putting the toys away in one of the bins, I carry the vacuum back out and put it away in the cabinet. Soft footsteps approach, and as I close over the wooden door in the wall, I look up to see Jenny. "Everything clean up okay?" her careful voice asks.

"Yeah," I respond with a low voice, straightening back to a standing position. "How's she doing?"

"She's... regressed. Significantly," Jenny informs. "And by that I mean, her brain is entering a younger state of mind due to an inability to cope with her current situation. You've mentioned that she's potentially done this before with you in the sense that she's grown very upset and cried for her mother, but this is a little different. I think it's probably due to the fact that this is the first time she's challenged you so openly." I nod, my heart sinking in my chest at the news.

"How can you tell?" I ask. "Is she asking for her mom again?" The woman's lips purse slightly as she shakes her head.

"I'm afraid it's... a little more intense than that. When I walked out into the living room, I found her curled up on her side in the corner of the room by the television. She was sucking on her thumb and rocking feverishly, behavior more typical for young or mid-toddlerhood. When I tried talking with her, she ducked her head down every time I spoke. And when I asked her questions, I only got a mess of incoherent babbling."

"Oh Willa," I mumble, the description of the poor girl nearly bringing tears to my eyes.

"Her current state reminds me of descriptions from her Hydra files, behaviors the agency noted from training sessions before she learned to swallow down most of her fear in self-preservation. Those notes were all from years ago, though, when she was maybe two or three."

I sigh heavily, shaking my head. "I mean, I don't blame her. That was definitely the boldest I've ever seen her act, especially towards me; I just wish I could show her that she's not in trouble for it. It's not exactly behavior I want to encourage, but I think it was well justified given the circumstances."

"I do believe there's some room here for reparenting," Jenny suggests gently, at least seeming to offer a tiny glimpse of hope. "I think it would be best for me to leave so that you two can have some time together; that's probably what she needs more than anything right now. Her mind is currently collapsing due to fear of the consequences of her actions, but you have a window of opportunity to step in and give her a happier ending than whatever it is she's anticipating for herself."

I nod again, knowing that the doctor's probably right. "Thank you, Jenny. For everything," I breathe.

"You're more than welcome," she replies with a kind smile, turning and heading for the front door. "Oh, and Steve?" she pauses.

"Hmm?"

"Now might be the time to 'baby' her a little," the blonde hints with a sweet smile before turning back and making her way to the door.

'Baby' her a little, I think to myself, nodding in agreement though I know she can't see me. While I feel mostly out of my element when it comes to all the trauma-informed child psychology that Jenny's so well-versed in, this does feel like one answer I probably could've come up with myself. If Willa's internally regressed to a younger state for now, out of the need for safety and comfort, then it only makes sense to approach her at whatever age that might be.

Turning back, I make my way through the little girl's open bedroom door, grabbing the fluffy pink blanket off of her bed as well as a blue pacifier that happens to be sitting on her nightstand. On my way back out of the room, her bookcase catches my eye. Pausing, I grab Goodnight Moon off the top shelf, which has been one of her favorites for quite some time now.

Heading into the kitchen, I open up the microwave, tossing the blanket in and running it for thirty seconds to warm it up. In the meantime, I grab a Sesame Street-patterned sippy cup out of one of the cabinets and fill it up with apple juice from the fridge, figuring it might earn me some points to offer her favorite drink. Once the timer goes off, I remove the blanket, collecting everything up in my arms again and making my way out to the front room.

As soon as I walk through the archway, Willa's faint cries of fear and distress become audible from over in the corner. In an instant, I soften up my posture, looking over to see her in exactly the state that Jenny described: curled up in a fetal position with her thumb in her mouth, her cheeks puffy and red as tears trail down them. "Shhh. It's okay, Willa," I hum softly, not sure if she notices me yet.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, her whole body jerks back, her big green eyes landing on me as she collapses into a stronger round of sobs. "Hey, hey," I murmur as I make my way across the room, stopping a few feet away from the little girl and kneeling down onto the floor. "Shhh, sweetheart. It's okay- you're okay, Willa. You're okay, there's no need to cry. No need at all, it's safe here." Choking and spitting through her thumb, her other arm rests up by her face in a defensive position, her entire body trembling terribly against the wooden floor. "Look sweetie, I brought some of your things," I try to entice her, placing the objects down on the floor. Jenny was right; every time I begin to speak again, the poor child's head jerks back in fear. At the sight of my offerings, Willa cowers, her legs kicking out faintly as she tries to press herself back further into the corner.

"I have your blankie, and your pacifier, oh- and some apple juice. I brought Goodnight Moon, too. Remember the two little kittens?" I list, but nothing seems to come even close to tempting the inconsolable little girl to listen. "Hey lovebug, you're alright. Deep breaths, remember? Can you take some deep breaths with me?" I ask, but as I predicted, my words do little to help as she continues to cry her eyes out. "Willa, Willa- shhh," I shush gently, reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder.

A sob wracks through her body at the terrifying contact, tears and spit dribbling onto the floor as she whimpers, "M-mm-... h-h-... p-p-... p-p-... n-n-... n-nnn... " And while she fails to get out any actual words, the message she's trying to convey is clear. Help. Please. No.

"Shhh sweetie, it's okay, it's just Daddy, sweetheart. It's just Daddy; nobody's gonna hurt you." Rubbing gently at her shoulder, I lean down a bit closer to her, my hand trailing up and beginning to brush down her hair comfortingly. "I know you're scared, baby; I know, it's okay. But Daddy's right here, Willa-bug. Right here, and nothing bad's gonna happen to you. Nothing scary, doll. Just safe. You're safe." With my free hand, I reach over to pick up the blanket, asking, "Can I wrap you up in this, sweetheart? It's nice and warm; I just threw it in the microwave."

A new round of tears spills over as Willa ducks away from the object, whimpering weakly into her thumb, "H-ho-... h-h-ho-o-"

"No honey, not hot. Not hot, just warm," I cut her off once I understand her fears. "Just warm, pumpkin. Nice and warm and safe. See? Daddy's touching it," I point out, wrapping my hand a little bit further around the fluffy fabric. "Not hot, won't hurt you. Daddy's not gonna hurt you, baby."

As slowly and carefully as I can, I take the blanket in both hands and reach out to place it over the shaking child. The moment it touches her, she lets out a heartbreaking cry. But once she realizes that there's indeed no danger, she quiets down a bit, her big green eyes staring up at me as I offer her a soft smile. "There, see?" I coo, stroking her shoulder again through the fabric. This time, thankfully, she seems to let me.

"Hey, Willa-bug. You want this?" I ask, picking up her pacifier and holding it out to her. "I know your thumb must be sore, sweetheart," I hum sympathetically. Cowering back slightly, the small girl whimpers, her eyes widening at the familiar object. "Here honey," I soothe, gently placing the nub in front of her mouth and easing it through her lips. A faint cry rises in her throat at the insertion, but as soon as it's in place, her thumb falls to the floor, her eyes drooping slightly as the pacifier bobs in her mouth. "There you go, sweetheart," I murmur, letting out a deep breath I must've been holding in as the sight before me suddenly seems a lot more manageable than it was even two seconds ago.

The little girl's eyes trail to the picture book on the ground, and I smile at her lovingly. "Hey baby-bug. You wanna come sit on my lap and read Goodnight Moon together?" Willa shrinks back at the suggestion, more tears building up in her eyes as I quickly reassure her, "Hey- you're okay, sweetheart. Shh-shh shh, you're okay. Here, honey," I soothe, reaching out and gathering the child and her blanket in my arms. She whimpers softly as I hold her in one arm, using the other to swaddle her up in the comforting pink fabric. Once she's all wrapped up, I set her down in my lap with one arm still behind her, cradling her.

Willa shakes as she gazes up at me, fresh tears threatening to spill as I lean down, planting a kiss on her forehead. "You're okay, pumpkin," I promise as I rock her back and forth gently, relaxing as the girl's small body begins to settle against my own. "See? Not scary," I hum, reaching over and picking up the book off the ground. "You're safe with Daddy, baby. Always safe with Daddy."

Willa mumbles something into her pacifier, something I can't quite understand, causing me to lean down and ask, "Hmm? What was that, sweetheart?"

"Goo'night moon," she repeats, warmth spreading from my chest throughout my whole body at her simple words.

"That's right, doll. Goodnight Moon. You remember how it starts?" I ask as I flip open to the first page, well aware she know the whole thing by heart.

"In the great green room, there was a telephone, and a red balloon..."

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[yuauaua]

(not) new oc, eun-ae in super sonico's space police fit !!

[eelektrik]

zorua. she/he. 23. ♡ i'm an artist. i love my ocs. pokemon autistic. talk to me about it.

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[brie-draws]

Decided to do little info things for my MODELU cast...!

[mewritestufflol]

Chapter 3: A Vote for Fate...?

Pairing: Kang Dae Ho x Fem!OC Kang Eun-ji

Warnings: Squid game level violence, reunion,Slow Burn,Angst,Graphic Violence,Death,Blood and Injury,Psychological Trauma,Guilt,Emotional Manipulation,Survival Horror,Mild Language.

The players stood frozen in place long after the mechanical voice announced the end of the first game. The bodies still lay where they had fallen, eyes wide, blood soaking into the dirt beneath them. The silence was suffocating.

Eun-ji's breaths were shaky, her fingers digging into her palms. Her entire body ached from how tense she had been, but she forced herself to stay upright. She couldn't show weakness. Not here.

Beside her, Dae-ho remained still, his gaze sweeping over the surviving players. His grip on her wrist had loosened, but he hadn't let go.

Then, the front gates creaked open. The masked guards stood in perfect formation, rifles slung across their chests.

"All players, return to the dormitory."

No one moved at first. No one wanted to turn their back on the bodies. But what choice did they have?

One by one, they shuffled toward the exit.

Eun-ji didn't realize she was holding her breath until she stepped through the gates and the doors slammed shut behind them.

The first game was over.

But the nightmare was just beginning.

The atmosphere inside the dorm had changed. The once-noisy room was now filled with heavy silence, broken only by quiet murmurs and the occasional choked sob. Eun-ji sat on the edge of her bunk, staring at the floor. The number of players had decreased significantly. Earlier, the room had felt crowded. Now, the empty beds stood like grave markers.

Across from her, Dae-ho leaned against the metal frame of the bunk above him, arms crossed. His expression was unreadable.

"You okay?" he asked, voice low.

Eun-ji let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Do I look okay?"

Dae-ho didn't respond. He just kept watching her, studying her like he was trying to figure something out.

She sighed, rubbing her temples. "I just—" She shook her head. "I knew this was bad, but I didn't think it would be this."

Dae-ho exhaled through his nose. "It's worse than you think."

She glanced at him. "You seem awfully calm about this."

He looked away for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "I've seen worse."

Eun-ji frowned. He never talked about his time in the marines. But now wasn't the time to pry.

Suddenly, an alarm buzzed, cutting through the tension in the room. The screen flickered on as the masked manager's voice echoed through the arena.

"Congratulations for making it through the first game. Here are the results of the first game."

The giant pig-shaped bowl hanging from the ceiling was now filling up with money, bills fluttering down like a messed-up kind of snowfall. And beneath it, the sound of digital trilling echoed through the massive room—sharp, jittery, almost like an excited robot losing its mind.

"Out of 456 players, 91 players have been eliminated. Three hundred sixty-five players have completed the first game. Congratulations again for making it through the first game."

A desperate cry rang out. "Sir! Please don't kill us! Please don't kill us. I beg you! As for my son's debt, I will do whatever it takes to pay you back! Please forgive us!"

The masked manager remained unmoved. "There seems to be a misunderstanding. We are not trying to harm you. We are presenting you with an opportunity."

Eun-ji's fingers curled into her palms as she watched the exchange. Opportunity? What kind of twisted game was this?

Then, a familiar voice rang out. "Clause three of the consent form. The games may be terminated upon a majority vote. Correct?"

Eun-ji turned her head to see Player 456, Gi-hun, stepping forward.

The masked manager nodded. "That is correct."

A murmur of hope spread through the players. Could they actually leave?

"Then let us take a vote right now."

"Of course. We respect your right to freedom of choice," the manager replied. "But first, let me announce the prize amount that's been accumulated."

"The number of players eliminated in the first game is 91. Therefore, a total of 9.1 billion won has been accumulated. If you quit the games now, the 365 of you can equally divide the 9.1 billion won and leave with your share."

Eun-ji's mind raced. Could they actually just walk away?

"Each person's share would be 24,931,500 won."

A frustrated voice shouted from the crowd. "Fuck. We almost died, and they're giving us 24 million? That's fucking bullshit."

The masked manager continued calmly, "The rule is that a hundred million won will be accumulated for each eliminated player. If you choose to play the next game and more players get eliminated, the prize amount will increase accordingly."

"So if you're the only one to survive, you get 45.6 billion?" someone asked.

"That's correct."

A mix of excitement and dread swept through the room. The stakes were clear now.

"Now, let's begin the vote. If you wish to continue the games, press the O button. If you wish to end them, press the X button. The vote will be held in reverse order of your player numbers."

A tense silence followed. Eun-ji's heartbeat pounded in her ears.

  Was this her chance to leave? But if she left, then what?

Next chapter 4

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[akariamai]

What's Buried in Bento Boxes [Part 1]

Pairing: Ahn Su-ho x OC

Word Count: 3362

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The fall of Smile Capital and the arrest of Kim Myeong-gil should have been a cause for celebration, but instead, it left a bittersweet taste in Chun-hei’s mouth. While Geon-woo, Woo-jin, and she had won the bloody war, it didn’t erase the scars left behind or bring back the people they’d lost.

Chun-hei considered herself fortunate that her family, though fractured, had remained unharmed during the takedown. Her mother had left them, her father was an absentee parent, and her brother buried himself in his studies. For the first time, she was grateful that her family had fallen apart. It had saved them, though they would never realize the danger she had unintentionally exposed them to.

“Are you leaving already?” Woo-jin suggested another late-night outing.

She glanced at her watch before standing up, grabbing the plastic bag containing her brother’s dinner—beef stir fry. “I can’t. I need to make sure my brother eats something other than ramen.” Most likely, Si-eun had spent the entire day hunched over his desk, jotting down notes while listening to their mother’s online math lectures. It had been his routine ever since she’d left.

Woo-jin leaned on Geon-woo’s shoulder. “When are we going to meet your brother? Are you hiding him from us? Afraid he’ll like us more or something?”

She chuckled at the thought. Si-eun would definitely dislike Woo-jin’s noisy and touchy nature. If Woo-jin could coax him out of his shell, Chun-hei would think hell had truly frozen over. “My brother spends all day studying. He goes to cram school and would rather focus on his work than be forced to socialize.” To others, his stare was unnerving—icy, almost, with a chill that could rival Chameleon I, especially when someone deliberately bothered him.

“Should we walk you home?” Geon-woo asked. “It’s pretty late.”

Chun-hei waved off his concern. “No need. It’s not far from here. You guys have fun.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out some cash. “Here, tonight’s on me.”

Woo-jin interjected, “Chun-hei, we’re your seniors. This is our treat.”

“Just take the money, oppa,” Chun-hei insisted. “I’ll text you when I get home.”

“You better!”

The biting wind that accompanied her on the walk home proved to be a formidable opponent. One hand sought refuge in her pocket, while the other endured the freezing air, clutching the bag of food that occasionally bumped against her leg. The collisions weren’t enough to bruise, but they left a dull ache that lingered.

The door to the apartment finally came into view. Her father wouldn’t be home—he’d mentioned a day or two ago that he’d be out of town, though knowing him, it would likely stretch into several days. She hadn’t decided whether his absence was a blessing or a curse.

She held no resentment toward her father. He wasn’t abusive, physically or mentally, but he was largely absent from his children’s lives. His understanding of parenthood was skewed, and he had never been ready to shoulder the responsibilities of being a parent, let alone a single father. As she grew older, Chun-hei realized he had only wanted a physically active son to teach judo to.

The sight that greeted her when she opened the door was peculiar. An unfamiliar boy sat on the floor, gulping down water as if he’d been deprived of it for days, while her brother stared at the stranger with a vacant expression.

“Who’s this?” Chun-hei asked, drawing the attention of both her brother and the stranger. “I didn’t know you had a friend over, Si-eun. I would’ve brought more food.”

“He’s not my friend.”

“I’m his classmate.”

“He invited himself in,” Si-eun added, his gaze pleading with Chun-heito free him from the intruder and restore his sanctuary.

“I’m Chun-hei, Si-eun’s sister,” she said, extending her hand.

“Su-ho,” the boy replied, standing up to shake her hand. “I’ll make sure to buy Si-eun three water bottles tomorrow.” He turned to Si-eun. “Study hard. See you tomorrow. And be good to your mom and sister.” With that, Su-ho left, closing the door behind him and leaving the siblings bewildered.

Chun-hei handed the bag to her brother. “I hope you haven’t eaten yet. I brought you dinner.”

“I haven’t. Thank you.”

“How was school?” Chun-hei slipped off her shoes and headed to the kitchen.

“Fine.”

Conversations with her brother were always brief. Chun-hei adored Si-eun, and while she acknowledged his lack of social skills, he was her sole purpose in life. She would give him the love of both a parent and a sibling, adapting her role as needed. She would give him more than she had ever received.

There was a question burning on her tongue, one that had the power to change their lives forever. Chun-hei weighed the pros and cons, considering the impact it would have. She had suppressed it for a long time, but now it bubbled within her, demanding to be spoken. Si-eun, oblivious to his sister’s inner turmoil, heated up his food and resumed watching a lecture. Once again, she had missed her chance.

She redirected her focus, setting aside those thoughts as she walked over to her brother. Gently, she patted his head—just enough to encourage him without breaking his concentration, a quiet gesture to let him know he was doing well. Then, she made her way to the fridge, pulling out several ingredients that would serve as Si-eun’s lunch.

Before their parents’ separation was finalized, their mother would willingly pack his lunch every day. It was a routine he could rely on and look forward to, but as arguments began to dominate their household, making and packing lunch became an afterthought. Their parents, locked in constant conflict, failed to recognize the damage they were leaving in their wake. Their youngest child was often left hungry, slowly slipping from their list of priorities.

Chun-hei refused to let him go without a meal. She took it upon herself to prepare his lunch using whatever leftovers from the previous night’s dinner she could find, along with any ingredients that wouldn’t be missed. It wasn’t always much, but it was enough to fill his stomach—enough to remind him that he wasn’t forgotten.

Her first attempts weren’t the most well-crafted—they were subpar at best and ghastly at worst—but regardless, she poured her soul into those lunches. Her brother was intelligent; that much she would never question. He had probably pieced it together the moment he opened the first bento she made. Oh, how she wished to keep the magic alive for him, though her efforts might have been a poor imitation of it.

Once she finished chopping the Persian cucumbers, she added them to a mixing bowl, followed by a teaspoon of salt. She mixed everything thoroughly before setting it aside. The salt would take about 30 minutes to draw out all the moisture from the cucumbers.

Si-eun had already washed his bento box by the time she arrived home. He had always been a thoughtful kid, even if he didn’t show it often. That thoughtfulness was there, hidden in the cracks of his guarded personality—visible only to a select few. He would take it upon himself to lighten the burden she had placed on her own shoulders.

Chun-hei paused for a moment, her gaze drifting to the window as she watched the city lights flicker like distant stars. She wondered if her mother ever looked out at the same view and felt the same quiet ache she did—the ache of missing something they could never quite name.

She shook her head, pulling herself back to the present. A glance at the clock reminded her there was no use dwelling on what-ifs. Tomorrow was another day, and she would face it head-on, just as she always did.

The next day began just like any other, with Chun-hei preparing for service alongside her employees. The sushi restaurant was small and intimate, with only two other employees working with her—a setup reminiscent of the original sushi restaurant her old boss, Hwang Yang-jung, had run before his unfortunate passing.

Oh, how she missed the days when it was just Yang-jung, Mr. Kwan, and herself running the restaurant. She longed for Yang-jung to create an array of sushi platters with the new produce and coax her to eat them, like a child being force-fed their least favorite food. As much as she complained, she wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Little did she know how soon it would all go away—in the blink of an eye.

Before the darkness of Smile Capital and Kim Myeong-gil torched their world into smoke, life had been different—it had been good. So many lives were torn apart by the greed of men—men who allowed money to blind them to the atrocities they’d committed—men who now led their lives imprisoned.

It would be a couple of hours before she received an unexpected call from one of her brother’s teachers. The teacher explained that Si-eun had gotten into a fight and beaten another child bloody. Now, Chun-hei had to rush to the hospital to speak with the victim’s family.

She saw Si-eun sitting alone on one of the wooden benches, their teacher nowhere in sight. Gently placing her hand on his arm to let him know she was there, she sat down beside him. “What happened?” she asked. She knew her brother well—he wasn’t the type to pick a fight over nothing.

Si-eun turned his head and dryly said, “They got another student to drug me during the mock test.”

“And were they the one who choked you?” Chun-hei asked. She had noticed the hand print around his neck, despite his weak, desperate attempts to hide it. She had called the school to complain, but was met with disregard.

Scheduling a meeting with a reluctant principal was like running in circles, hoping to reach a destination that wasn’t on the path—impossible and hopeless. But then, she received the call, and more trouble bubbled to the surface, trouble the school couldn’t ignore.

He didn’t reply, but his silence spoke volumes.

She reached for his hand—cold to the touch—and flashed him a tender smile. “I’ll take care of it. Just let me know if someone is bothering you. I’ll make sure they leave you alone.”

Chun-hei noticed Si-eun’s teacher approaching them with a solemn look. “This is very serious, Chun-hei. Yeong-bin’s mother wants to speak with the two of you,” she said. They followed behind her silently, bracing themselves for the chaos they were about to walk into. The mother would undoubtedly be furious—her child was hurt, after all. Most likely, she had no idea about the illegal activities her son had been involved in behind her back. Her world was going to come crashing down once the truth came out.

Si-eun, his teacher, and Chun-hei made their way to the hospital room where Yeong-bin was staying. Once inside, they approached the hospital bed. The boy, whom Chun-hei assumed was Yeong-bin, lay on the bed, looking miserable with several bandages covering his broken nose.

Yeong-bin’s mother eyed both Si-eun and Chun-hei with clear disdain, her focus lingering more on Si-eun than on Chun-hei. “Who do you think you are?” she demanded.

“Ma’am, please calm down,” Chun-hei said.

“I told you to bring your mom,” Yeong-bin’s mother snapped, sending Si-eun a nasty glare. “Where is she?”

“This is Yeon Chun-hei, Si-eun’s older sister,” Si-eun’s teacher interjected.

“Where is your mother?” she demanded, growing increasingly frustrated that her orders hadn’t been followed. “I didn’t ask for your sister. I want to speak to your mother.”

“I’m sorry,” Si-eun murmured.

“I don’t want your apology. Bring your mom.”

“We don’t have a mom,” Chun-hei stated firmly. Their mother was far too busy to even answer their calls. She hadn’t acted like their mother in years. To her, they were nothing more than an afterthought—secondary to her career and livelihood.

“Are you kidding me?” Yeong-bin’s mother looked like she was about to blow a fuse as she turned to glare directly into Chun-hei’s eyes. “I’m going to send your brother to juvenile detention. No wonder he’s out of control, with a delinquent playing grown-up.”

Never once had anyone questioned her parenting. She had tried her best to fill the gap left behind by her mother and take on the responsibilities abandoned by her father when he disappeared for his work trips. She wasn’t perfect, but she had always believed she was doing well.

While Si-eun had a tendency to voluntarily isolate himself, he had turned out better than she had hoped. But maybe that wasn’t her doing. Maybe he had turned out that way on his own. Despite her efforts, he was strikingly independent. He kept his school life mostly to himself and was more of a listener than a talker.

Getting straight to the point, Chun-hei asked, “Are you aware that your son got another student to drug my brother?” Silence filled the room. Yeong-bin’s face drained of color as his past actions were brought to light, and his mother’s face went completely pale, shock written across her features at the mere thought of it being true.

Si-eun’s teacher gasped in horror at this new revelation, clearly unaware of the circumstances but slowly piecing together the oddities that had occurred earlier that day: the slap on the neck and Si-eun’s irrational behavior during and after the mock test. It was as if all the pieces had fallen into place, completing the picture perfectly.

She had missed the signs, failed her student tremendously, and allowed such an atrocity to happen within the walls of the classroom. The signs had been in plain sight, and she had done nothing.

“What?” Yeong-bin’s mother stammered.

“Yeong-bin made a kid in our class stick this on my neck,” Si-eun added, reaching into his pocket to pull out the proof—a small fentanyl patch that would’ve gone unnoticed if Si-eun hadn’t fought through the side effects.

“What is that?” Yeong-bin’s mother asked, her voice trembling.

“The thing is…” Si-eun’s teacher began hesitantly.

“Narcotics,” Si-eun answered bluntly. “That’s what this is.”

“What are you talking about?” Yeong-bin’s mother demanded, her confusion turning to panic.

“Where’s your evidence?” Yeong-bin interjected, his voice rising. “Do you have proof that I did it?” He was grasping at straws, hoping—praying—there wouldn’t be any evidence to connect him.

“Read the room. This is your bag, right?” Si-eun removed the second backpack he was carrying and dumped its contents. Notebooks, pencils, random items, and a box of fentanyl patches spilled out. There it was, laid bare in the light of day—the secrets a child had tried to hide from his mother, and the evidence that would absolve her brother of any wrongdoing.

Yeong-bin was around 17 or 18 years old, and the legal consequences he would face could include a life sentence, with a possible reduction to 15 years of imprisonment if he was under 18. That didn’t even account for the additional charge of administering drugs to another minor, which would also carry a prison sentence. The exact penalty, however, would depend on the circumstances.

“This isn’t the first time your son has tormented my brother,” Chun-hei added. “Just the other day, your son choked my brother at school, leaving bruises on his skin for days. I tried scheduling a meeting with the principal to contact you, but the school simply didn’t want to make a fuss about ‘boys playing rough with one another.’ Honestly, I think the staff was willfully ignorant of the rampant bullying happening right under their noses.”

“Your son is out of control, so…control him. I don’t care how you do it, but if I find out your son so much as looks at my brother the wrong way, I can’t be held responsible for what happens to him.”

“Is that a threat?” Yeong-bin’s mother shot back, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. She knew she and her son were at the mercy of this family.

“No, it’s a warning—for you and for him,” Chun-hei said coldly. “You’ll find that I take my brother’s health and safety very seriously, and I will not tolerate anything or anyone getting in the way of that. Be thankful that our family won’t bury yours, and that, in exchange for your silence on my brother’s retaliation against your son, we won’t ruin your family’s reputation. Your son is dangerous and shouldn’t be allowed around other students. Be grateful that our family is showing yours mercy. For such a serious offense, I doubt many schools would accept your son once this information gets out.”

“Si-eun, why don’t you go back home while I finish up here?” Chun-hei said gently. “You don’t have to wait for me. It shouldn’t take too long, and when I get home, I’ll make dinner for us and Dad.”

“Dad’s back?” Si-eun asked, his voice tinged with surprise.

“Yeah, he messaged me. Mentioned something about forgotten paperwork and delays,” Chun-hei replied.

“Oh.”

“Go home. Message me when you get there, and stay safe, okay?”

All three women sat on the bench just outside Yeong-bin’s hospital room.

“I want him transferred,” Chun-hei demanded. She wasn’t comfortable with the idea of her brother sharing the same space as someone like Yeong-bin, especially after the stunt he had tried to pull.

“His actions are far too serious for disciplinary action alone,” Si-eun’s teacher explained. “A transfer will be the best move for Yeong-bin. If this gets out, things will get bad. It’s best we handle this quietly.”

“While I don’t have any authority to force you to do so,” Chun-heiadded, “I hope that, as a mother and a parent, you’ll consider the safety of others and think about transferring him to a school with stricter supervision.”

“How dare you make demands! My son is not dangerous!” Yeong-bin’s mother snapped.

“We’ve seen how little you know about your son’s actions,” Chun-heishot back. “He drugged someone. Do you not understand the severity of the situation? Next time, he could drug a girl. He’s shown today how easily it can be done and how he thought he could get away with it. Can you, with a clear conscience, guarantee that he will never hurt anyone else, regardless of gender?”

“As I said, I don’t have the power to force you to do the right thing,” Chun-hei concluded. “But I sincerely hope you make the correct decision and don’t endanger anyone else’s child.”

Chun-hei let out a heavy sigh, grateful that the situation had been resolved and her brother had been cleared of any wrongdoing. She hoped Yeong-bin’s mother would seriously consider the concerns she had raised. Yeong-bin had proven the lengths he would go to hurt anyone who crossed him.

She stood in front of the door, then entered the apartment, slipping off her shoes. Her eyes met her father’s wandering figure.

“Hi, sweetie. Where were you?” he asked, though his mind seemed to be elsewhere.

“Out with some friends. I lost track of time. Sorry,” she lied. She knew her father wouldn’t push further.

“That’s alright,” he said. “As long as you had fun.”

“Have you eaten yet?” she asked, knowing he hadn’t and was probably waiting for her to come back.

“Not yet,” he replied.

“I’ll start on dinner.”

“Okay. I have to pack a few more things. Call me when it’s ready.”

“Okay.”

Dinner went by smoothly, and her father retreated to his room, muttering about logistics and such. Chun-hei was packing the leftover rice into Si-eun’s bento when she heard his voice.

“Nonna,” Si-eun called out awkwardly, standing by his door-frame. He had changed out of his uniform, and the aroma of freshly cooked pork belly lingered in the air.

“Yes?” she replied.

“Can you pack me two bentos tomorrow?”

“Okay,” she agreed without hesitation. Si-eun rarely made requests, but she would grant him anything he asked.

“Thank you.”

She wanted to question him but decided it wasn’t her place to pry. He would tell her when the time was right.

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I know not much really happens in this part, but I really wanted to emphasize the sibling relationship between Chun-hei, my OC, and Si-eun. I want to make it very clear that some parts of this story will deviate from the K-drama, as you all have probably already noticed. Additionally, the legal aspects written here are likely inaccurate, so please take them at face value. I am also not Korean and don’t know a lot about the culture, so please go easy on me if I get anything wrong. I hope you sincerely enjoyed reading.

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Every time I read one of your blogs, I wonder what your OCs would be like with a reader who is already married (her husband is probably cheating) and the reader is super romantic (the very affectionate type) Charismatic and affectionate How would they react?

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I'm not sure if you read the rules as I have stated that I don't write for fem readers, bc of that, this will be gn reader!

Eun Hyunwoo

Considering you're a married idol, you have to watch who you interact with as people would probably overanalyze your interactions with other people. Even if you're just being friendly, they could misinterpret it as you liking them. Because of that, the friendship between you and Eun Hyunwoo stays that way, just a friendship. Well this is until Eun Hyunwoo was taking pictures of you that he realized your husband was on the couch texting someone while smiling. He didn't think much but couldn't help but to take a small peak at the contents of the chats. That's how he found out you had an unfaithful husband. Hyunwoo wanted to tell you but didn't want to be the reason your marriage failed which is why it was only until the affair was publicized that he finally told you. Of course you were heartbroken, considering how you're already dealing with divorce papers and lawyers, the news that he had been cheating on you for longer than you thought made everything worse. Ever since then, Hyunwoo was the only person you could turn to for comfort. It was partially because he felt bad that he made you feel worse but also partly because he had seen how sweet you were and wanted to get to know you better. After a few months, you eventually started to move on from the whole ordeal. It was then that Hyunwoo and you started going out as more than friends. Each second he spetn time with you, he kept thinking 'how could anyone cheat on them' or 'their ex fumbled' because of how sweet you are. You remember his favorite restaurants, took care of him whenever he was overworked, etc. You had a way with your words, everytime you complimented him, it felt as if he was being complimented by the Gods themselves. Whenever he's around you, he can feel his cheeks get red due to your actions and words alone. To this very day, he still doesn't understand why your pathetic excuse of an ex cheated.

River Sterling

Considering that you're both still in Uni, I'll take it as a boyfriend situation. Nothing can get past River, especially not rumours. He hears everything that goes down in the walls of the Uni you both go to. Including when your now ex was kissing and feeling up 10 different girls in the same janitor's closet. He didn't care about it at first as he didn't know who the hell was pleasuring all these girls but once he found out it was your 'boyfriend'? That's a whole nother story. He wouldn't tell you directly, he set up a whole scenario so you could find out for yourself! The expression on your ex's face and one of his side chicks' were hilarious to River. What wasn't funny was you sobbing uncontrollably. He had thought you'd at least swing at the guy but you didnt. You were in shock and decided to flee the place. River felt guilty at that point and decided to grab your wrist as you were leaving the building. He hated the expression on your face. That day, River did everything he could to cheer you up. Gosh he was even thinking of eliminating your ex for you if you allowed it. River really fell for your charisma and personality. He wasn't used to real affection being given to him without asking anything in return. The more he was with you, the more he fell inlove with you. The two of you would always hold hands on campus, he doesn't hide your relationship like a certain someone once did. Whatever you want, you'll get it and River will make sure of it.

Liu Zihao

I honestly don't know how this trope would work with Liu Zihao seeing as the reader is depicted as a heartless serial killer in his story but let's say you're not heartless in this au and you have a partner in crime who is also your husband. The two of you have been working together for a long time and have great synergy. That is until the one time you two almost got caught, he decided to abandon you for his own safety. This ended up in you having to face not just any jury but Lord Liu himself. You were sure your spouse would come to fetch you sooner or later but he never showed. Out of rage, you decided to reveal where the two of you had been hiding all these months to avoid getting caught. What you didn't expect was being given a special sentencing by Liu Zihao. Being stuck in a luxurious house wasn't that bad afterall. Honestly, after several days being in his home, you warmed up to him. His personality reminded you that of a cat's. Sometimes a dog's too. Even if he didn't say anything, you could feel his eyes on you everytime he was around. Depsite all this, you were almost always bored so you decided to pick up a hobby. Baking and cooking. After testing out a few recipes, you fed some of your cooking to Zihao who was thrilled you cooked for him! Well technically not for him but he doesn't know that, let a man be happy. You were honestly like a house spouse at that point. Not that Zihao minded, he loved tasting your crafts, they always tasted amazing to him. The two of you became something akin to lovers without even mentioning to to one another. At least in Zihao's eyes you're the one for him. Maybe it was because you had lived almost a whole 5 years being married that you treated Zihao as if he was your husband. Your affection made Zihao fell ever so inlove with you. On that topic what ever happened to your husband? Well don't worry about him, he was found guilty for all the crime you did and also a few infidelity crimes. He was executed on the spot of course. Nothing will get in the way of the two of you!

Han Minho

While you were in the military, your husband decided his dick wasn't being tend to enough and stuck it into another person's hole. He did this while you were none the wiser. Even when you sent him letters, he rarely ever read them. Instead, your letters would be thrown in the trash bin next to the bed he was fucking a woman in. You thought he was busy so you brushed it off. Maybe it's something the two of you would have to talk about after you get discharged but until then, you should focus on your duties. Although Minho found you attractive, he didn't act on his feelings knowing you were already married. He was a better man than that. However, when you were discharged early and decided to surprise your husband...Let's just say you came out of the house divorced. You couldn't believe the man that vowed to love you until death would be fucking another woman in your bed no less. While you were getting coffee, eyes swollen from crying the night before, you bumped into someone you didn't expect. Han Minho. He noticed your red eyes and immediately asked what was wrong. He didn't understand how you went from being such a sweet and happy person to having red eyes from crying too much. The two of you sat down as you told him what had happened. The two of you never had a close relationship but you really needed to get the whole thing off your shoulders. Minho understood what you were going through. He offered for you to stay at his place for a bit. Better than whatever hotel you had decided was better than the house you shared with a cheater. It was then that the two of you started going out more. You practically spent every moment from waking up to going to sleep together. You offered to pay some bills but Minho said there was no need for that, he had everything covered. As repayment for not only taking care of you and hearing you out, but also letting you stay, you gave him gifts every week according to what he liked. You noticed even the smallest thing. Like how he would look at a piece of cake for a bit too long. Next morning, he would find the cake in the fridge waiting for him to bite into it. The two of you felt as if this was the life you both wanted. To feel seen and loved by one another. Han Minho will make sure your ex doesn't ever come near you ever again. He'll love you even if death eventually parts the two of you.

Xu RenFeng

Being apart of royalty and the second born of the imperial palace, you were married to a known and trusted general of the family. Renfeng, being the spy he was, knew the two of you were married. He admired you from afar, your personality and smile made his day even if they weren't towards him and rather, towards a man undeserving of your love. He wanted a reason to steal you away and a reason was given to him alright. Renfeng had spotted your unfaithful husband in a brothel with 4 women all up in his personal space, touching him in places one shouldnt ever unless they were married. The general not only stayed still but even encouraged it. He was about to slice his throat but didn't want to cause a scene. Renfeng waited until the general exited the place, satisfied with his infidelity and sliced his head on the spot. You woke up the next day to screams in the palace. Not knowing what was wrong, you got up quickly to see what the fuss was all about, only to see your husband's severed head stuck on the spikes of the outerwall. It had a note on it, 'undeserving of your love'. It seems whoever planted this clearly wanted you to see it, and the note. They wanted your attention. Well Renfeng did get what he wanted after kidnapping you and taking you to where he thought you would be 'safe'. His definition of safe is definitely contradicting with yours. It'll take you some time to be affectionate towards your kidnapper but he'll be on the receiving end of your affection soon enough, he just has to play the waiting game.

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Honestly this was a bit too long😥

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Concerningly, Eun-ae

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V it's me! (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

What's VinSuyu'a reaction/response to ppl telling them to get a room since they have a knack for committing PDA unless I'm wrong and those affection were happened privately 🥴

Hiya dood~ ✨🫶

You have not read them wrong. They’d go from staring at that person like „what do you want?“

To „CHALLENGE ACCEPTED“ more PDA 😂

Bonus: Mary Kim drags them away, because she’s used to their antics.

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