#idk if this has been done yet today i am just purely curious

[bjy-on-ao3]

Cat-Scratch Fever

(You can find a link to the AO3 version of this, as well as the rest of my fics on the ‘Masterlist’ section of the blog.)

As someone who has very short nails and can’t stand them getting long, I do wonder how people get things done with long nails, tbh. That aside, this was spawned from staring too long at Satan’s ‘Why Do People Love Cats’ and seeing that his nails are a decent length. (Technically I think even Beel’s are also longer, but idk if it’s just the same for all the brothers and I’m very blind.) I am also a big fan of ‘claws’ on demons/etc.

(Also for those who don’t know ‘Cat-Scratch Fever’ is both supposedly a real thing, as well as a Ted Nugent song, but this is named mostly for the cat-pun.)

Cat-Scratch Fever (F!Reader/Satan)

Tags/Warnings Mildly Dubious Consent, Scratching, Sadism, Masochism, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Rough S*x, Creampie

Summary Reader makes a passing comment about Satan’s nails. Satan feels offended and decides to punish them in a way he deems suits the offense.  

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You had innocently commented about Satan's nails earlier that day, genuinely curious how he managed to get anything done with them so long. “Why bother to keep them so long? Don’t they get in the way?” You had quipped about his green-painted claws. 

Unfortunately for you - or perhaps, fortunately, based on who you asked - the Avatar of Wrath had taken your offhanded comment as a slight, though also as an opportunity. When it came down to it, many things made Satan cross, even little things, but he was adept at keeping his wrath hidden. Along with his temper, Satan possessed a vindictive streak that likely wouldn’t have been a surprise to learn about. Ordinarily, he might pay back someone for inciting his ire in a manner purely for his amusement, but he had a sense this time it might be in your favor as well. At least depending on your capacity for pain. 

That afternoon, he asked you to his room and you came willingly, having no reason to be suspicious of the invitation. You enjoyed your time with Satan, even when you considered his tendency toward anger. Despite his wrathful nature, you found him far quieter and pleasant to be around than most inhabitants of the Devildom. That was to say nothing of your delight at having access to the vast collection of books he kept for himself in his bedroom. But Satan wasn't of a mind to let you indulge in his tomes - not today at least. No, he was here to teach you the more fun uses of his long nails.

He cut to the chase quickly after closing his door behind you with a ‘click’. Within seconds, he drew you securely into his arms, one hand clutching at your face harshly, fingers digging into your jaw. Instantly you felt your face flush hotly, quickly flustered by the closeness.  "Satan, what's gotten into-"

"Shhh," he hushed you. "You wanted to know why I keep my nails long." He reminded you matter-of-factly, green eyes boring into yours. He pressed his nails lightly into your skin as he spoke, a sensation that tickled and stung. "I'm going to show you. And I’m going to teach you why you shouldn’t question someone else’s appearance.”

An undercurrent of anger trickled into his voice and you realized, somehow, your comment from before must have irked him. While you weren’t sure what he was going to show you exactly, you gleaned from his words and tone you were going to be punished for the slight against him. You hadn’t thought what you said would offend Satan, but there was no taking it back now.

You started to babble an apology - or perhaps an excuse - but his grip strengthened and you stopped, wincing as the manicured tips of his nails pricked your skin. Rendered silent from his command and grasp, you waited with bated breath for whatever he was plotting. You knew that if you wanted, you could stop him with a single word, but part of you wanted to find out what Satan was going to show you. A part bold enough - or stupid enough - to risk the temper of a demon second only to Lucifer in sadism.

A small smirk quirked Satan’s lips at your resignment to his whims. It seemed you were willing to make amends by receiving his punishment and he was quite pleased. He inclined his head toward your lips slowly, studying your face. You watched him as intently as he watched you, your eyes at first locked with his but flickering to his lips the closer he came. Unconsciously, your lips parted as Satan’s brushed them, the moment tense, like a rubber band, stretched near its breaking point.

When Satan’s lips met yours, there was no gentleness, only an overwhelming blaze of dominance and fervor. His nails scraped cruelly against your skin in complement to his rough kiss. At the sting a yelp rang out from you, muffled by his lips. Satan took advantage of your mouth opening wider, slipping his tongue past your lips and forcing your tongue to twine with his. Despite the sharp prick of his nails, a low groan followed your yelp and your eyes slipped shut.

Satan’s other hand swept up, outlining your jaw in a ticklish, almost tender fashion before moving back down your neck and carving an angry trail into your skin. You whimpered at the newest burn, though a rush of heat of a different sort rose to dull the pain. Your neck and face felt far too hot and despite being freed from Satan’s embrace you remained pressed against him. 

The callous fingers clawing at your neck moved away in favor of the hem of your shirt and slipped beneath it.They smoothed up your back, all gentle fingertip. The first wave of pain had begun to ebb and you had started to grow used to Satan’s harsh hold on your jaw when his other hand reached the nape of your neck. Jolts of hot pain rolled over your skin again as Satan dragged his nails down your back, marking up even more of your skin.

You arched away from the sting, though you had nowhere to go, already pressed flushed against Satan. You succeeded only in pushing yourself more firmly against him. He groaned, devouring the string of whines that fled your lips at the burning touch of his nails. A single smooth roll of his hips let you feel just how excited your body and pain had made him. The suggestive motion was enough to send a shiver down your spine that was much more pleasurable than the ache of his scratches.

The hand on your back pressed flat against the mistreated skin, using the leverage to steer you somewhere. That somewhere turned out to be his bed, your feet stumbling over a few books stacked beside it. Your eyes popped open when he sat down, pulling you with him and dragging you into his lap until you were straddling him. The kiss was broken, but your faces remained dangerously close. Close enough for you to be both appreciative and fearful of the predatory, mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Satan’s sadism was no secret - none of the brothers did much to hide or deny their frightening sides. Yet the swirl of perverse pleasure in Satan’s eyes was something new. You knew he got a kick out of tormenting Lucifer or pulling pranks, but the looks he had then were nothing quite so fierce and intense as what you were looking into.

His bruising grip on your jaw dropped, both hands reaching to the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up. Heart racing and skin burning, you lifted your arms to let him tug it over your head and toss it away. His eyes greedily trailed over your skin, eyeing the expanse unmarred by his touch. He would need to fix that. Pushing one hand into the small of your back and forcing you to bow toward him, he bent his lips to the marks he had already left, nipping and kissing. His other hand tended to your unbroken skin, quickly resolving the lack of angry marks along your torso and stomach.

You hissed out a string of curses, fisting your fingers in his sweater, desperate to ground yourself against the pain that somehow was beginning to make your skin burn and buzz in some strange bliss. The warmth of his mouth on your abused skin made the pain white-hot at first but became more soothing the longer he lapped at it. Still, it wasn’t enough to block out the new pain blossoming across your abdomen. “Aa, Satan, fuck, please...” you whimpered, voice cracking in your plea 

You weren’t sure what you were pleading for. You didn’t know whether you wanted him to stop or hurt you more until you were half-delirious. You were utterly torn and confused. Heat washed over your lower body in a primal surge amidst the throbbing pain, gathering especially strongly at the apex of your thighs. Satan was no fool and could tell the difference between the angry color his nails left behind and the pleasant flush of arousal on your skin. The knowledge only more firmly fixed the impish smile on his lips.

“Begging won’t do any good,” he denied, skating his lips over one of your breasts in another deceptively light touch. “There isn’t any talking your way out. Besides, you look so irresistible like this.”

His lips wrapped around one nipple, sucking roughly and scraping his teeth over it. You cried out, the sound strangled and pathetic. He treated the other nipple in the same way and you sucked in a desperate breath. The beat of your heart pounded ruthlessly, every stinging scratch throbbing in time with it. Your cunt pulsed with it, too, a much more pleasurable sensation than your burning skin. 

You tried biting down on your lip to stifle your whimpers and gasps as if you might quiet the pain with them. Satan noticed quickly, looking up at your face from beneath hooded eyes alight with his wrath and hunger. “Open up, I want to hear you,” he demanded, prising your lip from your teeth with his thumb until your mouth hung open again.

His hand left your back, looping around to your waistband and unbuttoning your pants, pulling them down. Keeping you from catching your lip between your teeth again, he dipped a hand into your panties and felt your body tense. He didn’t claw at your soft, slippery folds as your pain addled mind expected,  instead using his nails to drag teasingly over the sensitive skin. A shudder ran down your back and the noise that drifted from your lips was an erotic blend, combining the pleasure of his touch and the ache of your sore skin. One finger teased your slit - dripping despite the lingering ripples of pains wracking your body.

“Enjoying your punishment, hmm? You’re so wet,” Satan teased.

Your whimpers of pain morphed gradually into more pleasured ones, interrupted by longer, lower moans as he eased two fingers into you. His thumb reached up to your clit, rubbing firm circles over it in time with the stroke of his curled fingers. Satisfied you wouldn’t try to quiet yourself again, his thumb left your lips and returned to savaging your body. Added to the rising swell of pleasure the fingers in your cunt were pulling from you, the pain of his nails biting into your skin was something else entirely. It still stung, making you whine and gasp, but the uncomfortable edge was dulled, the remainder accentuating the pleasure building inside you.

Satan’s attention was rapt on your face again, studying each tiny expression, your features twisting between bliss and torment. The sight made his dick twitch, already hard and longing to be released from the confines of his pants. He pushed away the impatient voice in the back of his mind that urged him to be done with the foreplay. To say the idea of stuffing you with his cock and raking his nails across your skin while buried inside you was enticing would have been an understatement. But he was thoroughly enjoying the moment at hand as well. 

You writhed against the contrasting feelings, your body beginning to quake as he fucked you on his fingers and dug his nails into your back. Your cunt bore down more and more around his fingers, each time sending a jolt through you that left you short of breath. “Fuck, it hurts,” you panted out, body drawn taut, the warring sensations threatening to tear you apart.

“Hm, have you had enough then? Learned your lesson?” Satan mused coyly, though he had no real intention of letting you go just yet. Your lesson was learned when he decided it was and no sooner

“N-no, don’t stop, please, all of it. Keep going,” you begged between labored breaths and whimpers,

Satan’s brows quirked curiously, pleasantly surprised by how well you were taking to his punishment. His cock ached, straining against his pants at your breathy pleas. The nagging, greedy voice from before continued to repeat its demands fitfully, louder by the second and making his blood roil. But Satan’s patience and will was greater than that.

He pumped his fingers steadily into your dripping cunt, more wetness gathering around them, rubbing a little harder on your clit. His nails shifted from digging into your skin to teasingly skimming the lurid marks. Among your myriad whimpers and moans, your voice pitched higher, each sound shorter and breathier. The pulse of your cunt grew in frequency, squeezing him tightly until you felt fit to burst.

You were passingly amazed Satan was able to bring you to the peak of bliss despite inflicting so much pain, but there was little room for coherent thought for long. All you could truly focus on was the twin pulse of pain and pleasure, liquid heat building in your core higher, higher, and higher.

When Satan pulled his fingers away from your swollen folds at the precipice of your orgasm, it was a pain much deeper and stinging than the sharp, hard touch of his nails. It was a loss, an ache bone-deep that made you whine, high-pitched and pitiful. “Satan, please, please,” you chanted almost incoherently, slumping against his shoulder and burying your face in his neck.

You ground your hips against his, desperate to gain back the bliss that had been overwhelming the pain and turning it into a pleasant buzz. Satan smirked, the hand on your back falling still and holding you to him tightly while he raised the other coated in your slick to his lips. He cleaned his fingers diligently, a lewd sucking sound and a ‘pop’ drawing your attention. Already trembling in his lap, a more violent shudder worked its way through you at his bawdy display. “What did I say about begging?” He rumbled, meeting your gaze wolfishly.

Your mouth opened and closed several times as you fought your muddled brain for words. “But I-” you paused - if he didn’t want you to beg, what did he want? “I’m sorry… for questioning your nails,” you mumbled. You weren‘t sure if an apology was what Satan desired, but it was worth a try.

Satan’s simper grew, pleased with your words. “Mmm, I don’t think saying you’re sorry is enough. You’ll need to prove to me you’re sorry,” he said, adjusting you in his lap. 

Your breath caught in your throat and your drumming heart skipped a beat as he moved his hands to his belt, unbuckling it and undoing his pants, You swallowed hard at the sight of his cock as he pulled it from his boxers, stiff and eagerly oozing pre-cum from the swollen head. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled your panties away, proceeding to scissor his fingers between your lips and spread you open for him. “Show me how sorry you are and scream for me, hmm?” He purred, teasing your entrance with the head of his dick.

Without further preamble, Satan thrust up into your heat, half burying himself in one stroke. His hands snaked to the curve of your hips, the familiar burn of his nails digging into your skin returning as he forced you to take more of his cock. You let out a guttural groan when he bottomed out, your hips flush, and a similar sound escaped Satan. He nipped at your earlobe roughly, grinding himself against you in a sloppy circle, letting you feel all of him, hot and hard and unrelenting.

He abandoned the smaller, gentler motion, drawing back and lifting you out of his lap, only to slam back home and pull you down hard. Each cruel thrust ached but you couldn’t deny how good it felt as well. Your cunt only reinforced the feeling, hugging him greedily, as if unwilling to let him go. You tried to match his pace, rocking your hips into his and failing to match his vigor, but doing enough to angle his cock just so that when he pushed back inside it made your legs weak.

The same sensation Satan had wrung from you before with his fingers was blooming again, even more intense from the orgasm abandoned beforehand and the full feeling of his cock driving into you. You felt as if you might combust at any moment and burn down in a roaring blaze of bliss. You couldn’t help but do as Satan had asked, mouth dropping open wide as you rode him, a lewd chorus erupting from your lips.

With each thrust, your shouts of pleasure grew, higher and more urgent. When, at last, you reached the edge of ecstasy and tumbled past it, your screams reached a height that made your throat feel raw. Satan’s name rolled off your tongue many times without hesitation and the rhythm of your hips stuttered, any coherence and focus dwindling. Satan’s pace didn’t slow, however, though you thought you heard a sound like a growl come from him. 

He bucked his hips harder, the delicious ache making you whimper even as you came back down from your orgasm. But Satan wasn’t nearly done with you and each harsh push back inside sent aftershocks through you, each their own kind of pain in your post-orgasmic sensitivity. “Satan, aa, I can’t take anymore,” you moaned, leaning and tucking your face into his neck again and clamping down on his shoulders with both hands.

  Had Satan been feeling merciful, he might have let you off then, but he was determined to see your ‘punishment’ through, as well as chase his own climax. He mouthed at your neck for a moment, littering it with sharp bites before ghosting his lips along your ear. “I thought you were sorry? You’ll have to take a little more if you want me to forgive you,” he said, his voice a lusty hush.

You whined in answer but didn’t speak out against your treatment further. Satan moved one hand from your hips, trailing it between your legs as you continued to ride him despite your protests. When the pads of his fingers slipped across your clit, the fire in your belly was reignited, cresting quickly toward another crescendo. Your lewd sounds had become weak, airy, and cracked, inciting Satan to pick up his pace, feeling his release approaching.

“Cum for me again and I’ll forgive you,” he promised, the rock of his hips beginning to stutter, though their press remained hard and merciless.

You whimpered his name, breath hitching as your painful pleasure reached a fever pitch and exploded. Your cunt fluttered around him frantically, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as the second orgasm overtook you. Finally urged to his limit as well, Satan followed after several hard thrusts. The nails of the hand on your hip dug in the most cruelly yet and one of your moans twisted into a strangled yelp. He spilled into you in long, hot pumps, groaning your name. Then all was still and silent.

Your brain felt completely fried, body tingling and aching from the mixture of torment and euphoria. You weren’t sure where each began and the other ended, each beat of your heart making your body throb. Your breathing was labored, short, and beside your ear, so was Satan’s. “Good girl,” he breathed tiredly, a husky tone lingering in his voice.

Withdrawing from you, Satan didn’t let go, lying back and pulling you with him so you were splayed across his chest. You were too exhausted to complain or try to move. “Think before you speak next time, hmm?” Satan began.

You nodded weakly against his skin but didn’t say a word, trying to catch your breath and waiting for your pulse to stop racing. “Or I might have to punish you again.”

The ultimatum made you shudder against him. A part of you wasn’t sure if more punishment was a bad thing or not.

[fandomplethora]

*slams hands on table* so, i used to watch the vampire diaries and a while back i remembered this clip...

i also am over “love triangles” (bleh) when people could all just date each other (iconic). so, i wrote this mess around midnight based on this tvd scene because...damn. i thought it would fit in perfectly in the Angst and Drama department with this...fic’s suject(s). so...have this one shot (maybe i’ll turn into a full fic idk) about our mm OT3: 

Jumin x MC x Jihyun (absolute legends) 

working title (if i made this a whole Thing, with more chapters and all that): 

Violets Are Blue 

for context; they are not all officially dating here yet...it just those hinting moments and the build up, ya know? also, i’m somewhat combining deep story and another story in my head, while writing this. feedback welcome!!! 

. . .

MC paced in the lobby of the hospital. She would cast glances at the clock, see only a couple minutes had passed since she looked, sigh and then do it all over again.

It had been 6 months since Saeran had been returned to his brother. Since Jihyun confessed to everything…since MC became engaged to Jumin Han.

6 months of difficult conversations in a therapist office and one close time when it almost all seemed to fall apart. When her and Jumin stood in the doorway of Jihyun’s, now empty, home and begged him to stay.

6 months since he listened and, shortly afterwards, accepted the offer to move in with Jumin.

They had sent Rika to Alaska – and haven’t heard anything since. Which was, likely, for the best.

Things seemed to be looking up…

Zen’s fame was growing, Yoosung’s grades were getting better as he spent more time with the twins. Vanderwood, now free from the agency as well, lived with Saeyoung and Saeran, helping them – just as much as they helped him, even though he would never admit it. Jaehee had quit her job and began her ventures into her café business…with Jumin’s support.

They had begun, finally, healing. Returning to what felt like normalcy.

MC paced back and forth and looked at the clock, cursed, and leaned back against one of the walls.

“Jumin, I…” Jihyun had trailed off. “Please, Jihyun. Consider it. Think about life beyond everything that has happened. I want to see you returning to your passions, returning even to the RFA if that’s what you still want,” Jumin spoke earnestly to his friend as they both sat across from each other on the couch.

“It’s not that I don’t…want it,” Even that admittance a struggle, “It’s just…you have done a much better job than I ever would leading the RFA. My photographs have all sold…I am looking into an apartment in the city. I now need to spend this time, the rest of my life if that’s what it takes, to make up for what I did,” Jihyun sighed as rubbed his forehead, bumping his sunglasses, “Not reward myself.”

Jumin looked at his friend, pain etched in his face…though subtly and still expertly hidden - but MC knew. Her fiancée looked up at her, completely lost and MC set her mouth in a hard line.

“Jihyun…” MC whispered as she came to sit between the two men, leaning closer towards the artist, “Remember our conversation; me, you and Jumin, several months back?”

Jihyun looked at her but said nothing. His face cast down.

“I asked you why you went by V. You told me how it was just easier, and how it was your artist name. But…for so long, you hid yourself away. You didn’t know who that person was. You tried to be V…the photographer, separate from everything you came from. Then you tried to prove yourself worthy, by giving yourself up for an ultimate sacrifice…for what you thought was love,” MC reiterated to him as he winced.  

“Remember what you told me?” MC asked.

Jihyun replied quietly, “That it wasn’t love…but I wanted to find out what was.”

“We have multitudes of love in us, Jihyun. Love of each other, love of our passions – your art. And…we need love of ourselves in order to do any of it properly,” MCs voice grew emotional as she placed a hand over Jihyun’s and lightly squeezed. 

“I want to…find myself. Learn to love the one I find,” Jihyun whispered. “Then, let us help you do that. Let us hold your hands along the way…the rest of it will be up to you. But we can help you take the first steps…to see yourself again,” MC said.

It was quiet in Jumin’s living room for a moment before MC felt Jihyun’s hand move and his fingers lace with her own…squeezing them with surprising strength.

“Jumin…” Jihyun addressed him. “Yes?” “When is the soonest we can schedule the surgery?”

MC surged forward and hugged him tightly, Jihyun freezing in shock at the action. MC tightened her grip before looking over her shoulder. With a sly look in her eye she reached towards Jumin, grabbing his hand as well, and pulling him closer, effectively making him join the impromptu hug.

“MC…” Jumin said with a sigh, though his face was warm.

Jihyun let out a laugh…the most carefree one they had in a while, “Well, might as well go with it…” he reached his arms around MC, also grabbing onto Jumin’s upper arms and pulling him in. “That’s the spirit!” MC cheered, somehow even pulling the trio closer together still.

And though he didn’t say anything more, they both felt it as Jumin returned their affections, wrapping his arms around MC while grabbing hold of his friend tightly.

MC smiled at the memory. Now, today was the day the bandages were supposed to come off. Prior to this, Jumin had spent nearly every moment he could here, trading off with MC as well.

And as soon as Jihyun was available to…they would then discuss plans with the other six to begin planning another party…one that would introduce the new RFA.

A new beginning. MC smiled at the thought.

“He’s still in there?” a light voice rang out and MC whipped around at it’s sound. “No…” MC whispered before shifting her expression of shock into a glare.

Rika stood before her…in different clothes than MC was used to seeing her in. Dark jeans wrapped around her legs as her heeled boots crossed over each other. She wore a deep magenta blouse and a black jacket over it. Her long, curly blonde hair hung perfectly around her face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” MC seethed while trying to keep her voice down. “Why shouldn’t I be here, MC? I’m just checking in on someone who used to be the love of my life…and his best friend, who was a very good friend to me as well,” she smiled sweetly. “It wasn’t love, Rika. Jihyun told you that himself. You’re not even supposed to be in the country,” MC accused. Rika laughed and it came out as a child-like giggle, “Don’t worry, I’m not here to steal your boyfriends from you.” “What are you talking-?” MC demanded. Rika interrupted her, “Though, just a warning – woman to woman, they’ll leave eventually. Just like they left me.” “You did that to yourself, Rika. Everyone in the RFA – especially Jumin, especially Jihyun, cared for you as a person. Deeply. You betrayed all of them.” “Betrayed? How dramatic. I just tried to take my organization to new heights, MC! Look at the big picture,” Rika explained with a wave of her hand. “A cult, Rika? And what about the twins? What about Saeran? Collateral fucking damage?” MC’s voice grew louder with her words.

Rika’s face grew surprisingly solemn at that, “I never had the intention to hurt those two. To hurt Saeran. It did go too far, and I realize that…Those people I had with me...” She trailed off, her face serious, “I regret it everyday. I realize I went about it the wrong way. But my intention? My purpose in it? You cannot fault me there, MC. It was pure...until...”

MC shook her head in disbelief, “I can fault you there – on account of you, clearly, still being completely insane.”

“I do not understand why you all cannot give me another chance,” Rika crossed her arms as she approached closer, her heels clacking. “I do not want to be a relationship with…Jihyun. With anyone in the RFA. I just want us to work together again, to-” “Alaska was your second chance, Rika,” MC interrupted her, “For yourself. You have already lost all chances with us.”

Rika froze and then cocked her head confusingly, “Us? You mean the group I worked hard to bring together myself…who I knew for years before you even were in the picture?”

MC suddenly picked up on a familiar baritone voice coming down the hall. With a quick step forward, she grabbed Rika by her bicep and led her out quickly down another hall and out a door. Rika let herself be pulled along, simply watching MC with vaguely curious eyes. They stepped onto a balcony of some kind with tables and chairs set up, effectively hiding them both.

“Why are you here, Rika?” MC asked bluntly as she released Rika’s arm. “I missed Korea. My home, MC. Can I not come home when I please?” She asked, standing directly in front of her. “Why come here? How did you even know-?” “I have my ways. It was pure chance really…and one I decided to take,” Rika explained, an air of nonchalance around her. MC furrowed her eyebrows and sighed, “Leave, Rika.” “I want to see Jihyun…have him see me after all this time…I want to talk with him one more time-” “No.” “Protective, aren’t we?” Rika half teased as if they were friends. “I protect the ones I love.”

Rika’s smile fell as her eyes grew more calculating, “So, you admit it then? You love him, love…Jihyun.”

MC said nothing, trying to keep her face neutral as to not give her the satisfaction.

“I wonder how Jumin, your fiancée, would feel about that?”

MC said nothing still.

“You have so much endless love to give, don’t you, MC? Some of us are not born with that gift. You should treasure it,” Rika advised.

MC looked her up and down and then quickly turned away, “Leave, Rika. I can assure you that neither Jihyun or Jumin, or anyone else, needs to see you. I have nothing more to say. Go before you make even more, bigger, mistakes.”

Rika strode past her, eyeing an outdoor elevator, ignoring most of what MC said. “I’m going to be in town for a while, MC. I’ll try to stay out of your way though…but it can be a small world sometimes. I can’t help if there is a chance meeting…” MC glared at her in her insinuation, “I’m not repeating mistakes either. The RFA will learn of your presence shortly. We’ll see how long you’ll be able to stay in town.” “Thank you for the heads up,” she said with her hand raised as she kept walking towards the elevator. She quickly clicked the button before turning around to face MC again.  

“Oh!” Rika exclaimed, as if she forgot to say something. Her green eyes looked directly into MC’s, “It’s okay to love them both,” she said seriously as MC stared her down. Rika entered the elevator and, as the doors closed, added two final words that pierced into MC’s chest, “I did,” she confessed with a raise of her eyebrows.

The elevator doors shut before MC could say anything else.

~ ~ ~

MC stood in the hospital room, still feeling off from the interaction that she hadn’t spoken about yet.

Later, she thought as she left the patio where she had just stood with the old founder of the RFA. I will tell them. After this…I’ll tell them.

Then Jumin had found her as she had been walking towards the lobby again, still lost in thought.

“Darling, there you are. I thought you were waiting in the lobby,” He let out a sigh but, while it seemed tired, it didn’t seem nearly as heavy. “I’m so sorry,” MC said, her eyes meeting grey and the grip on her heart loosening…slightly. She reached up to touch Jumin’s cheek and he leaned into it.

“He’s awake,” he said after a moment. MC nodded, excitement almost overtaking the rest of her emotions temporarily.

“Let’s go.”

Jihyun sat up straight, bandages still around his eyes. But, while he fidgeted with his hands, he had a soft smile on his face.

MC came to sit on the side of his bed. Jumin sat beside her, one hand holding her’s and the other resting on the bed near Jihyun.

“I’m excited…but…nervous. What if…?” Jihyun worried out loud suddenly. “They said the surgery was a complete success. We…did it just in time, Jihyun,” Jumin explained, “Your vision will slowly return to nearly normal again. Though you will need glasses for a short period…”  Jihyun nodded with a slight chuckle, “Saeyoung said he already ordered me some. I have to admit, I’m not sure if they are going to be ones I can wear out on a consistent basis.” MC laughed too, “Jumin already purchased several other pairs for you.” “My love…” Jumin lightly groaned, not wanting Jihyun to know. “Well…he may know my taste better than anyone, that much is for sure,” Jihyun grinned, “But I really wish you hadn’t-” “It’s already done, Jihyun,” Jumin stopped him. “Of course,” Jihyun said with a slight shake of his head. Suddenly, Jumin was surprised when he felt fingertips graze the top of his hand as he, on reflex, flipped his hand over and open his palm slightly.

“Oh…I’m sorry,” Jihyun said, lightly pulling his hand back, it slightly shaking. Jumin reached forward automatically, grabbing his friend’s retreating hand and lightly lacing his fingers through. “You did say you were nervous…” Jumin explained though his voice was low. A splatter of pink went across Jihyun’s cheeks and nose, but he nodded, “Thank you, Jumin.” “Of course.”

MC studied the scene in front of her. Jumin’s slightly red ears and then Jihyun’s private grin. She smiled to herself.

That was no accident, Jihyun. 

She gripped Jumin’s other hand lightly as she watched Jihyun’s hand fidget in Jumin’s and her fiancée’s tighten instinctively. She couldn’t help but lean forward and place a hand on Jihyun’s leg in order to reassure him further…which Jihyun also quickly covered with his own.

MC felt warmth throughout her body but…it was comforting. She leaned her head down on her arm resting on the bed and began playing with Jihyun’s fingers casually as they waited in comfortable silence.

They formed a loose type of circle…of interlocked fingers and slightly blushing faces…and smiles. Soft smiles graced the trio’s faces though none of them said a word.

The doctor finally knocked and entered the room.

“Hello, Mr. Kim, Mr. Han? And this must be Ms. MC…I’m Dr. Kang,” she introduced herself as she came closer to the bed, not commenting on the display in front of her besides giving a slight smile, “Mr. Kim…are you ready?”

Jihyun nodded as both MC and Jumin felt his hands grip them even more. Jumin and MC took a breath alongside him. 

“Okay,” Dr. Kang said with a smile, “Let’s remove those bandages.”  

[blackcatanna]

Playing Kazama's Route Because I Guess I Hate Myself Part 1: Kyoto Winds

So, I'm going to play through everybody's routes on Hakuoki and vent my feelings and frustrations on here! I've already done Saito and Iba but I will play them again soon, too. Next up is Kazama, mostly because I'm curious to find out if this fucker has any redeeming qualities. Maybe if you're into nonces. Idk.

Wow, I had forgotten how gloriously campy this intro is :') I love it so much!

Playing through the prologue because it sets the tone of blood, death and assholes. This game is much more violent, tragic and much less horny than I had predicted and I guess I'm into that.

Aw, Chizuru bae is so lonesome and vulnerable <3

Kodo flashback! HIIISSSSSSSSSS!!! >:(

Just taking a moment to appreciate how beautiful and romantic the nighttime environment and music is <3 At least, until people start getting slashed up X_X

OKAY GAME, WE GET IT: CHIZURU IS HORNY FOR HIJIKATA. GOD.

Okita is enjoying this waaay too much X_X

Chapter 1

WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE

Thank you for untying me, InouBAE!

THEY'VE BEEN DISCUSSING THE SITUATION SINCE MORNING BUT NOBODY THOUGHT TO SUGGEST MAYBE NOT REVEALING MORE SENSITIVE INFORMATION WHILE I'M IN THE ROOM?! I'm surrounded by idiots -_-

Apparently, "They are all truly gentlemen." Uh-huh.

Hooray for Chizuru calling out Okita for being a douche. And Hijikata for calling everyone a bunch of kids! Where is the lie? :')

Um, why has the camera zoomed in on Nagakura's crotch? Chizuru, please control your thirst. This is a life or death situation.

Now Saito's telling Okita to stop being a prick and Okita's response is, "hehe." X_X

Casual suicide jokes... Reminds me of my friends at uni X_X

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE 8O I can't see how this could possibly backfire...

OMG Kondou describing not recognising a girl as "The shame of a lifetime!" XD

"Maybe it's time you spilled your guts, kid." Is he... Is he telling me to commit seppuku?! O_O "I looked at him and nodded." GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD.

Although, with Harada threatening to strip me, suicide doesn't look like such a bad option X_X Tell me, Inoue, WHERE ARE THESE GENTLEMEN YOU WERE TELLING ME ABOUT?!

Feminist Hijikata wants to kill me regardless of gender :') We stan a woke queen.

Feminist icon Sanan also thinks that gender is irrelevant but doesn't want to kill me because THEIR JOB IS LITERALLY TO PROTECT PEOPLE.

You search so hard for Kodo and he turns out to be such a treacherous snake :'(

Bad feminist Hijikata calls the Shinsengumi "sons of bitches" for feeding me to him as his page. The Shinsengumi are strong, independent bitches in their own right.

Escaping execution but being quietly upset about having to wear ugly boy clothes for the foreseeable future is a mood.

More of Hijikata threatening to cut off Okita's tongue, please!

What does Chizuru have against afternoon drinking :P Clearly she has never enjoyed a long glass of Pimm's on a warm Summer afternoon! I guess she is pretty young...

Hijikata isn't here so can I please sneak out with you guys instead of staring at the wall all day?

Reeeeeeally want to pick the yes to dressing like a girl option but apparently that's not what Daddy Nonce wants :( HE'S NOT EVEN SHOWN UP YET AND HE'S ALREADY RUINING MY FUN! >:(

Well, now we're literally running away from Nagakura and Inoue. I'm getting High School flashbacks.

Wait, why is Heisuke being weird about Saito being in my room? Did this happen last time too? Maybe I just forgot or maybe it's because I was hanging out with Heisuke and Harada before...

This dinner is terrifying.

Survival of the fittest? More like survival of the FATTEST! Amirite? Anyone? No? I'll stop.

Takeda admittedly has a point about you not earning your place in the Shinsengumi. And he has great hair. So I can almost forgive him for being a mega bitch.

"His swordsmanship is decent, BUT he is well read and possesses a cunning mind for military science." Not sure if a translation error or Hijikata just hates nerds?!

Does accompanying Hijikata as his page get me bonus Kazama Sexy Points purely because it pisses Hijikata off?

Chizuru once again being in mortal peril but getting distracted by Iba's beautiful face is relatable af.

"Takeda huffed smugly to himself and WADDLED out of the store." What a majestic image we have been blessed with :') The bitchiest penguin ever to waddle this Earth!

Iba happily munching his bean jelly is a MOOD.

Chapter 2

Okita telling you that you're here to keep him company on his rounds is exactly the kind of bullshit that I'd expect from him X_X

Guess I'm just running into a battle...

Oh, it's Kazama. Sitting on the windowsill like the edgy bastard he is.

Aaaand he just killed a guy on his own side. Classic edgelord move.

And apparently I have to thank him for this display if I want him to be my waifu.

Seemingly, Chizuru is thirsty for this slut and is being REALLY FRICKING OBVIOUS ABOUT IT X_X

OH HE DID NOT JUST CALL ME THE SHINSENGUMI'S BITCH. Although, it is somewhat accurate XD STILL A DICK MOVE AFTER I THANKED HIM SO NICELY, THOUGH.

AND HE SAYS THAT I HAVE MANNERS, BUT WHERE ARE YOUR FREAKING MANNERS, YOU EDGY THOT?!!!

I have a feeling that a lot of this will be typed in caps from now on -_-

Oooh he winked! I cannot handle this intense eroticism!

Surprise Saito! My favourite flavour of surprise (see, "Shinsengumi's bitch")!

The Shinsengumi are grateful for my efforts and, thus, have gifted me with the great gift of sweeping <3

Hijikata and Iba are so cute <3

Kazama's being edgy again X_X and murdering people. Classic Kazama.

Oh wow, he's actually calling us peasants.

Aw, we're talented peasants <3 How generous of him!

HOW DARE HE TRASH TALK OKITA LIKE THAT! Wow, I'm actually defending that asshole X_X

Hijikata baring his teeth like an angry doggo XD

I'm super mad at Kazama for killing that poor Shinsengumi guy :'( Such a thoughtless waste of life :'(

Now he's mocking Nagakura's obedience to the Shogun. What are your lofty ideals, Kazama? Ah yes, you want to subjugate and enslave the human race. How... noble...

Okay, so, apparently, Kazama is being a huge, murderous pain in the ass because he's just OH SO CONCERNED for the pride of his human allies. I don't buy it.

Ah, Hijikata called Kazama a petulant child :') Truer words were never spoken!

Okay, now Hijikata is saying that they don't deserve an honourable death?! Wow, Hijikata. That comment is not going to age well, I can tell you.

So maybe I agree with Kazama here!? He still shouldn't have murdered that guy, though.

I seriously don't understand why Hijikata is so keen to slaughter these guys and potentially lose more of his men just to force them to suffer a shameful death?! Maybe he doesn't see dying that way as dishonourable but I have no patience for people forcing their ideals onto others.

Aaah! Kazama throwing Hijikata's insult back in his face is pretty brilliant!

Kazama just sliced me in the face! Sexy?!

Sexy Points with Kazama because he's confirmed your full BROOD MARE potential.

Kazama likes calling people bitches so we have that in common.

So, now Hijikata respects them for committing seppuku?! I am CONFUSED.

Oh, now I'm getting Itou's origin story?! This is unexpected!

Wait, have I broken the game and accidentally romanced Kondou?! What is happening right now?! X_X

Oooh! I'm getting sword training! Yes please! This is better than sex :D

Feminist icon Kondou isn't going easy on me just because I'm a girl :D

Chapter 3

Aka: Sanan's breakdown!

"Those were his last words." O_O I... hope that that's not true...

Okay, now he's throttling me! I take it back! Somebody fillet this crazy fucker!

OMG WAS THAT CRUNCHING SOUND MY NECK?!

But why is he choking me when he could be sipping on my delicious blood? O_o

The awkward moment when your creepy brother is a hotter woman than you X_X

Apparently, Kazama's gazing at me with bloodlust. How romantic.

Haha! Apparently Kazama's hand is "pale and grasping like the tentacle of some hideous subterranean monster." X_X Hot.

Yay! Rescued from tentai boi by HajiBAE and SanoCUTEY! And Harada is calling out Kazama for being a creep :') This is a good day.

Kazama's response burn is weak. The culture and the nose of a dog? What does that even mean? Even if Harada's nose looked like a dog's, that'd still be pretty weak, imo.

Ha! Saito's response is basically just an Uno reverse card but I'm always here for calling Kazama out on his hypocrisy.

Omg, now Yamazaki is kidnapping me and Shiranui's calling him out! None of these hos have any chill!

Amagiri is taking a break from fighting to read Shiranui for being a hotheaded pain in the arse.

Hijikata is rightfully calling me an idiot for drawing my sword on Kazama :')

Kazama's insults are so blunt and childish but it's so funny! He just called Hijikata a weak shit! Apparently, fighting him is an honour and Hijikata isn't giving this diva the attention he believes he deserves.

Hijikata needs to stop calling me Kid X_X

"Sleazebag" = accurate.

Ooh, Sanan is paying me a late night visit! How risqué!

Of course I want to learn more about the water of life but The Grand High Nonce would apparently disapprove so I guess I'll have to wait until another route to find out :'(

Apparently Kazama's not going to abduct me TODAY. How reassuring.

I relate to Kazama admiring the beauty of the temple but he lost me by being a hypocrite again. Apparently, he doesn't understand how humans can destroy their creations with their wars. KAZAMA IS FIGHTING WITH THE PEOPLE WHO WANTED TO BURN KYOTO AND THEY PARTIALLY SUCCEEDED. Kazama can only destroy things, as far as I can tell.

Now he's ranting about how they lie, deceive and kill. Pot kettle black? "If they want something, they'll steal it." UGH, KAZAMA, YOU HAVE REPEATEDLY TRIED TO STEAL ME YOU HYPOCRITICAL FUCKWIT. HE'S SO FRUSTRATING. SUCH AN INSUFFERABLE COMBINATION OF PRETENTION, HYPOCRISY, CRUELTY, HUBRIS, I could go on XD I should stop... For now...

AAAAAH HE JUST SAID NOT TO TRUST THE SHINSENGUMI BECAUSE THEY KILL THEIR OWN MEN WITHOUT BATTING AN EYELASH. THAT'S WHAT KAZAMA DOES WHEN YOU FIRST MEET HIM! BUT I GUESS IT DOESN'T COUNT TO HIM BECAUSE THE MAN WASN'T PART OF HIS SUPERIOR RACE!

Sen = <3

Chapter 4 (This is where I went to sleep)

I feel like we could have got away with killing the guy who was SENTENCED TO DEATH if fricking Sanan hadn't shown up and revealed his alive-ness!

Aw, Itou is concerned about my arm!

Aaaaand he's ruined it by being a cunt XD "Would you like to know?" "Yes." "I won't tell you." X_X

Heisuke, Saito... HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME... WHEN I NEEDED TO... POSSES YOU... I HATED YOU; I LOVED YOU TOO... BAD DREAMS IN THE NIGHT.... *Continues singing Wuthering Heights and dances around the room dramatically*

"And then they were gone" :'(

Tbf, I'd be pretty mad if my comrades had been doing such dangerous, fucked up experiments behind my back.

"I am more concerned about the soldiers being left behind." - lies!

Wait, Sanan knew Itou "really well"?! Their only interaction until now was Itou being a mega-douche to him. I have so many questions!

Aw, Sanan trusts that our friendlings will return <3

Ooh! Going on a manju adventure with YAM!

Kazama strolling down the street and everybody being pushed out of the way by the douchebag waves rolling off of him.

Okay, so Kazama has come here alone to get pissed amongst humans?! That seems implausible...

"I might even allow you to pour me a drink." BLEUGH BLETCH BLUUURGH.

I CANNOT WITH THIS THOT AND HIS HYPOCRITICAL BULLSHIT. HOW DARE HE BRAG ABOUT HOW COOL AND DOWN WITH THE KIDS HE IS TO BE DRINKING WITH HUMANS AND THEN SLAG ME OFF FOR ASSOCIATING WITH HUMANS?!

If I'm supposedly so curious about the demon lifestyle, can I PLEASE just run away with Sen? :'(

WHY IS NOBODY ASKING WHAT I WANT?!? X_X I WANT TO GO WITH THE COOL DEMON LADIES!!!

"Yukimura. What do you have to say about this?" FINALLY!!! THANK YOU, KONDOU!

I really want to go but the game won't let me XD

Souji is correct. I clearly have rocks for brains XD

"Gosh" Appropriate reaction.

AAAAAAAAND MY BELOVED SHINSENGUMI IS IMMEDIATELY ENDANGERED BY MY POOR DECISIONS.

Ooh! Physical contact with Kazama! Sure, he's violently grabbing me but this thirsty bitch will take what she can get XD

Harada has the best put downs :') "Barging in here to get yourself a wife! You think you'd get the point by now after all these rejections..."

"You fools have no idea of her worth." BITCH I AM A well, not human but SENTIENT BEING! THEY TREAT ME WITH MORE RESPECT THAN YOU EVER DID YOU MASSIVE CREEP. I AM MORE THAN JUST A WOMB, YOU HO!!!

"She is most valuable when used by a fitting partner." THA FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!???! NOPENOPENOPE. A FITTING PARTNER WOULD NOT "USE" ME, BITCH.

"HA! So you decide to take her against her will just because you're too scared of the rejection you'll get from flat-out asking her out, huh?" YES HARADA!!! YOU CALL OUT THIS FUCKING NONCE!!! ALL RAPISTS ARE COWARDS!!! "You're so lame and creepy." WHERE IS THE LIE?!??

Meanwhile, Hijikata just makes it clear that he'd happily slice through me. Good to know.

I shall WIGGLE my way out of this situation! What do you mean it didn't work?!

YAAAS KONDOU! YOU FIGHT THAT BITCH!!!

OMG I JUST FELL ON TOP OF OKITA AND NOW HE'S SLUT SHAMING ME! XD

"Tell me... How is it? On top of me. Does it feel good?" O_O O_O O_O This game just got a lot more spicy!

Just fuck already! If only to piss off Kazama X_X

Aw, poor sick Okita <3

How dare they mention that the new HQ has a huge bath for warriors to bathe together and not have another thirst scene :P

Now Harada and Nagakura are slut shaming each other for having their tiddies out in Winter :')

Does this count as sexposition? Politics + tiddies?

"Itou dies." This is what happens when you base a game around true events! Problems aren't solved with the power of love and friendship! X_X

YES SAITO, PLEASE PROTECT ME FROM THIS MURDEROUS NONCE!

Chapter 5

At least in the normal route where nobody loves me, I don't get shot at by cannons O_O

There are a lot of typos in this chapter already. Perhaps the developers didn't expect anyone to be INSANE enough to romance Kazama.

DON'T TELL THIS RANDOM GUY YOUR PLANS YOU FOOL!!! IF THIS GETS INOUE KILLED, IMMA BE SO MAD!!!

NO INOUE!!! DON'T DRINK THE CRAZY JUICE!!!

NOOOOOO!!!! INOOOUUUUEEEE!!! :'(

Yes Queen, you call out those murdering cowards :'(

FFS I just got hella shot X_X

NO YOU GUYS ARE THE MONSTERS!!!

Apparently, I'm a "Noble Demon specimen" BITCH WHERE?!

"Why was Kazama helping me?" UM, HAVEN'T WE BEEN THROUGH THIS?! BECAUSE HE WANTS TO "USE" YOUR FERTILE WOMB TO BREED A NEW LINE OF DEMON CHILDREN.

"Shoot me? To death?" XD

"Kazama glared coldly at the pile of dismembered corpses on the floor" :') So romantic!

OMG IT'S THE BETTER DRESSED VERSION OF ME!!!

"Actually a man." UM, A CHILD, SEEMINGLY.

The whole creepy demonic family together at last :')

STOP CALLING ME ADORABLE AND LITTLE YOU CREEPY DEMON CHILD.

"What you're doing is disgraceful." YOU TELL HIM KAZAMA.

"Mind if I kill your family, right here and now?" O_O Kazama has zero chill! Thanks for asking, though, I guess. Go for it, Kazama XD

Oh, apparently I'm going to "talk to them" X_X

"Kodo, I could murder you over a thousand times, and it still wouldn't be enough for me." This is the most I've ever liked Kazama.

Doesn't Kazama work directly with Kodo in various routes?

Why can't I vanish like smoke? :'( Where are MY cool demon powers? :'(

"Turns out the only one capable of keeping you safe when you needed them most was me -- not them." HOW DARE YOU!!! INOUE GAVE HIS LIFE PROTECTING ME AND YOU'VE NEVER PUT YOUR OWN PRECIOUS NECK OUT THERE FOR ANYONE IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE YOU POMPOUS ASS!!! YOU'VE NEVER HAD TO WORK FOR ANYTHING IN YOUR WHOLE LIFE, HAVE YOU?! YOU WERE BORN A DEMON PRINCE AND THAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE?!? BECAUSE YOU HAVE POWERS YOU DIDN'T EARN?!

"If your idea of a good time is seeing the rotting corpses of your friends, be my guest..." 8_8 :'( No, they can't all be dead! Surely not! Kazama don't say things like that!

The Yodo are going to betray the Shogunate?!? I must warn them D:

Wow, this just got heavy and real sad.

Wait, did he just admit to meddling in the war?! He is such a hypocrite!!!! Aaaaaaah!!! Somebody call him out on his bs!!!!

SEN AND KIMIGIKU <3 SAVE ME!

Even Shiranui sees that humans have a variety of complex motivations X_X

I AM NOT YOUR FUTURE WIFE!!!!

Do the Shinsengumi just assume that I'm dead?!

Great, now I'm on a road trip with this cunt.

"I've never actually been this close to a man before..." Calm down! That horse is third wheeling so hard right now. And what about that time you fell ON TOP OF Okita?!

Welp, that's it for Kyoto Winds! Onwards to Edo Blossoms! I still don't like Kazama but at least murdering the ever-loving FUCK out of Kodo is a cause that I can believe in. Although, one of the reasons that I hated Kodo in Saito's route was because he was helping the same sex pest I'm now galloping across the country with. Huh. 

This is the most that I’ve ever used the word, “nonce” in my entire life and this is only the first game.

[sideoffiction]

The Need to Lie

Relationship: Platonic DLAMP

Warnings: Dysphoria, Unintentional Misgendering, spoilers for Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None, Deceit might be a little OOC, idk

Summary:  Deceit is the embodiment of lies: any lie Thomas has ever told, or ever will tell, is placed onto Deceit. But this. This is a lie Deceit wishes didn’t have to be told, a secret that didn’t have to be hidden. Deceit wishes that this truth could be screamed across rooftops. But instead, it is kept hidden from everyone: from the other sides and even Thomas. And it breaks her heart.

Me: Look at all of these fics I can work on right now My Brain: Trans Deceit Me: Whaa? My Brain: Trans. Deceit.

Just a warning: I know nothing about women’s clothing, so if the outfit doesn’t make sense, don’t yell at me. 

This is also posted on AO3, I’ll post the link in a reblog.

I hope yall enjoy, at least a little. 

Deceit is the embodiment of lies: any lie Thomas has ever told, or ever will tell, is placed onto Deceit. But this. This is a lie Deceit wishes didn’t have to be told, a secret that didn’t have to be hidden. Deceit wishes that this truth could be screamed across rooftops. But instead, it is kept hidden from everyone: from the other sides and even Thomas. And it breaks her heart.

Deceit doesn’t quite remember when she figured it out. All she remembers is one day, she knew who she really was, and she didn’t know what to do from there. But, of course, she had to keep up her image, and so she suffered and showed nothing but a lie whenever she saw others.

She kept it hidden pretty well, only showing her true self behind closed doors. It was easy when she was a dark side. But then, she slowly started showing up more and more in the light side of the mind, and soon she became a part of them. When that happened, she started being able to show herself less and less. The only time she had was when she would wake up before the others and she would wear her favorite clothes and do her makeup and hair. Sometimes, she would do it at night, when she can’t sleep, as a way of relaxing. She would stare into the mirror when she is done, looking at her true self, and feel a pang of sadness at the thought that she can’t be like this all the time.

Today was just like any day. Deceit wakes up at an ungodly hour, and starts her day. She sits at her vanity, and starts to do her makeup. She hums softly, some musical Thomas has been listening to non-stop lately. When she finishes her makeup, almost an hour later (don’t judge her, she goes all out at every opportunity she gets), she starts to pick out her outfit. She goes for a simple crop top and jean shorts. Today feels like a simple outfit day, despite only being able to wear the outfit for an hour tops.

Deceit lays back down on her bed, and stares up at the ceiling. What else can she do? She can’t exactly leave the room like this. Who knows what the others would say if they saw her. They would probably kick her out, and back into the dark side of the mind. Deceit can picture it now.

Roman with pure rage as he grabs his sword and forces her out of the light side.

Virgil with a look of pure disgust on his face as he sits by watching.

The sound of Logan talking about how illogical it is that Thomas could have a female side, despite being male.

And Patton, sitting there, not saying anything, looking at her with a disappointed look in his eyes.

No. Deceit can’t tell them. They can never know.

Deceit feels a slight movement in the mindscape, letting her know that there is another side awake. She sighs. She doesn’t want to get dressed but she has to. Deceit shuts her eyes tightly and snaps her fingers. When she peers out again, she can’t help the disappointment she feels upon seeing her usual outfit. She knows that if she looks in the mirror she will have the same result: all of her makeup will be gone and she’ll look like her usual self. She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes once more, and sinks out of her room.

She pops into the kitchen, where the first thing she notices is the sound and smell of coffee brewing in the pot on the counter. She glances around and sees Logan sitting at the counter, engrossed in some book. He hasn’t noticed her yet, even as she makes her way over to the now finished coffee, and pours two mugs. She adds cream and sugar to one, and leaves the other black. She grabs the one with cream and sugar and brings it over to Logan, placing it down in front of him. She watches as he looks up with a surprised look on his face.

“Thank you, Deceit. I hadn’t noticed that you had arrived, nor did I notice that the coffee was done.” He looks down at his coffee and frowns slightly. “I’m sorry, but I actually prefer my coffee black.”

Deceit stares into Logan’s eyes with an unimpressed look, as if to say “are you serious?” Logan sighs, and picks up the coffee.

“I apologize, I sometimes forget that you are the literal embodiment of lies, and thus know when I am lying.”

“It’s not fine” Deceit replies softly, going back to grab her own coffee. She takes a sip as she walks back over to Logan, relishing the bitter taste. She sits down next to him, and glances at the book he is reading once more: And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie. He seems pretty far into the book, it is quite possible that he has already figured out who the murderer is. Still…

“The murderer isn’t Wargrave.” She says with a smirk. Logan looks up at her and smirks as well.

“I had already figured out as much, but thank you for the insightful information into the novel.”

“It’s a problem.” They fall into a comfortable silence as Deceit drinks her coffee and watches Logan read the book. Logan just about finishes the book by the time another side pops into the kitchen. It’s Patton, who tiredly makes his way over to the coffee machine to make his own coffee. He pours as much cream and sugar as he can without causing the mug to overflow, then makes his way over to the two of them. He does a double take when he notices Logan’s mug, which is still halfway full, Logan being too engrossed in the book to drink it.

“Logan, I thought you only liked black coffee.” Deceit has to hide her smile as Logan tries to come up with an excuse.

“Uh, you see Patton… Deceit here made my coffee this morning, and he doesn’t know how I like it. I didn’t want to be rude and not drink it.” Patton, still a little tired, takes a minute to process what was said, but when he does, he smiles.

“Aw, Logan, you do care!.” Logan sputters slightly at that, and tries to deny it, but Deceit shakes her head, to show just how much of a lie it would be. Logan backs down, and just grumbles to himself.

As the morning progresses, and the other two sides make an appearance, the kitchen slowly becomes a place of life and noise. But the more people there, the more people there are to tell a lie.

“Can you ask Dee if he wants pancakes or waffles?”

“He said it doesn’t matter.”

“Can you ask him if he wants any special toppings?”

“He says he doesn’t care.”

He, he, he. It’s all Deceit hears. And she wants so badly to say something, but she knows she can’t. She just has to deal with this everyday reality for as long as she possibly can.

Later on in the day, Thomas decides to do a video.

“What is up everybody?” is heard throughout the mindscape, as the sides listen in anticipation, hoping for an opportunity to turn the video into a Sanders Sides video. Deceit decides to tune it all out, as she is rarely ever needed for videos, even since being accepted by the light sides. Because of this, she is caught of guard when she is summoned into the real world.

She looks around as the other sides look at her expectantly. She tilts her head in confusion. “I totally know what is going on right now.”

“Thomas here summoned us because he has been feeling weird lately. He’s also had a sudden urge to make a video on respecting pronouns, and while Roman claims it wasn’t his idea, we decided to do it anyway.”

“And why wasn’t I summoned for this?”

“Well kiddo, first things first, we want to know your pronouns!”

Deceit stares confused. Why would they ask her for her pronouns? She just assumed that they all believed that all the sides were he/hims because Thomas is. Logan notices her confusion and provides some insight.

“As previously mentioned, Thomas has been feeling weird, and we believe this urge for a pronouns video has something to do with it. Maybe, if we all discuss our pronouns, as well as our friends’ pronouns, we may be able to get to the bottom of whatever is making him feel this way.” Deceit nods as it is explained to her, it all makes sense. The problem is, Deceit can’t get out of this through lying. If she tries to speak, the lie that would come out would be he/him, instead of the she/her lie that they would expect.

“So kiddo, what pronouns do you use?”

Deceit could get out of this by not saying anything, by ignoring the question and sinking out as soon as she can. But she knows that would just make them curious, and cause them to stop at nothing to figure it out. Or maybe her not responding would be just as telling as her saying it aloud. Maybe, just maybe, if she says it, they will forget that she can only tell lies, and believe it to be the truth. What other choice does she have?

“He/him” She replies as inconspicuous as she can. Please work, please work, please work...

“See Thomas, there is nothing to worry about here” Roman exclaims from his corner. “We are all he/him, and we all respect that about each other. So it cannot be us that is making you, eh… queasy, in a sense.”

Deceit tries hard to hide the sigh of relief that escapes her body. By the looks of it, she believes she has succeeded. That is until-

“Hold it.” Virgil replies from the stairs. The others halt their conversation and look over to Virgil. “Did you guys seriously miss that just now?”

“What is it now, Conspiracy Theory?”

“Deceit can only speak lies.” Deceit freezes at this and curses silently. Of course Virgil would be the one to pick it up, he’s known her the longest after all. They all stare at her, expecting her to say something, anything, but she can’t. She opens her mouth, but can’t seem to form the words that she wants to say. So she opts to not speak at all, and sinks out of the room as quickly as she can. She pops up into her room, and locks the door.

She goes and lays on her bed. What can she do now? By now, one of them has put together the pieces, and they’re probably up there right now trying to figure out how to get rid of her and send her back to the dark side of the mind. Maybe if she’s lucky, they’ll do it as nicely as possible. She feels tears start to well up in her eyes.

A soft knocking sounds throughout the room. Deceit holds her breath. “Kiddo?”

They sent the nicest side to send the worst possible news.

Deceit wipes her eyes and gets up, walking over to the door and opening it slightly. She sticks her head out slightly. “I don’t get it, ok. I’ll unpack my things and stay.”

“What are you saying Dee?”

“I’m saying that you guys want me here. I don’t understand.”

“Dee, no that’s not it at all. Can I come in please?”

Deceit opens the door all the way, and lets Patton in. She goes over and sits on her bed. Patton follows behind, and sits down next to her. They are quiet for a while, until Patton eventually speaks up.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I knew you guys would accept me. I’m not a part of Thomas, I shouldn’t be the same gender as him.”

“You shouldn’t have to be!” Deceit looks up in shock at him. “Just because Thomas is one thing, doesn’t mean you have to be. You can be whatever the hell you want, and we’d still accept you.”

Deceit doesn’t know what to say. She continues to stare at Patton in shock. Tears build up into her eyes, this time falling freely down her cheeks.

“Oh, kiddo.” Patton suddenly pulls her into a hug. She sobs into his shoulder as he soothingly rubs her back.

“Let me tell you something kiddo.” Patton whispers to her through the hug. “You’re not quite the only one.”

Deceit pulls back slightly to look at him through tear blurred eyes. He notices the confusion on her face and continues. “I may not understand fully, I still use he/him pronouns so I don’t know everything you’re going through, but I do understand wanting to be more feminine. There have been many times when I’m in my room and I would wear a dress, just because it’s comfortable or just feels right. And I’ve also caught Roman quite a few times trying to do his makeup while wearing some sort of skirt. So, you have nothing to be ashamed of. We might not be quite like you, but we definitely won’t shun you for being you.”

Patton makes sure to look her dead in the eyes when he speaks next. “We love you, kiddo.”

He pulls her into a tight hug once more, letting her get all of her tears out.

That night, Deceit and Patton talk to the other sides (and Thomas) face to face, explaining why she ran off earlier. As Patton said, they were quick to accept her, not questioning it in the slightest. If that is what made Deceit comfortable and happy, then who are they to stop her. When Deceit finally made it to her room that night, she laid in bed for a while, processing everything that happened. Then she realized.

Tomorrow she can present as she wants in front of the others.

Deceit wakes up the next morning feeling... well, she doesn’t really know how to feel. Today is a big day, after all. She goes about her normal routine, putting a little more effort than usual into what she wears. She takes as much time as possible on her makeup, and spends forever figuring out what to wear. In the end, she ends up putting on a yellow snakeskin skirt, and a black top.

It’s not too long before Deceit feels movement in the mindscape. She smiles. She shuts her eyes tightly, and snaps her finger. When she opens her eyes, her outfit has been covered slightly by her cape, and her gloves and hat have appeared (she does still have an image to uphold, after all). She knows, however, that if she were to look into a mirror, her makeup will still be there. She closes her eyes again, takes a deep breath, and sinks out of the room.

When Deceit pops up into the kitchen, the situation is relatively the same as the previous day. Coffee sits waiting to be poured as Logan once again reads a book at the counter. Deceit goes over and pours two cups of coffee, bringing the sweetened one over to Logan. When she places it down, Logan looks up, less surprised than the day before about her being there and her making him his coffee. He doesn’t even say anything about how the coffee is made. However, his eyes widen in shock for a second when he notices what Deceit is wearing. Deceit nervously waits for what Logan will say about her outfit, or about her in general.

“You look nice, Dee.” is all he says, before taking a sip of his coffee. Deceit breathes a soft sigh of relief, and mumbles a quick “no thank you”, before going over and grabbing her own coffee.

She glances at the book Logan is reading when she gets back to the counter. It’s not a mystery this time, so there is nothing for her to really spoil. Instead she just sits, drinks her coffee, and watches him read silently.

Patton is the next side to arrive. He tiredly makes his coffee and walks over to them. He smiles slightly when he notices Logan’s coffee, the same as yesterday. It is then that he notices Deceit. All tiredness falls from his face as he takes her in.

“Aw, kiddo, you look so cute!” He says, rushing up to her.

“Be careful, Patton.You do not want to spill your coffee, do you?”

“Sorry, Lo.” Patton replies, slowing down and stopping in front of Deceit. “Dee, you look Dee-lightful! I love your outfit! . Oh, I would love to try it on sometime! Maybe we can play dress up together! Ooh ooh, maybe Roman could even join us!”

Deceit doesn’t know how to react; she’s not used to so much attention, especially to her outfit. Before she can say anything, Logan speaks up.

“Patton please, can’t you see that you are overwhelming Dee?” Patton then notices Deceit’s slightly uncomfortable look.

“Oops, sorry kiddo.” Patton sits down at the counter, next to them, trying to keep himself calm. They all fall into comfortable silence as they all drink their coffees and wake up more. Later on, Roman and Virgil show up. They both looked shocked at Deceit’s outfit, Roman more than Virgil.

“Look at you, Dee-who-cried-wolf! I love your outfit. And by gosh, your makeup! You have to show me how you apply it sometime! And...” Deceit zones out as Roman starts going on a tangent.She looks over to Virgil, who gives her a small smile and a thumbs up. She smiles back at him.

The morning progresses as usual, but Deceit can feel the difference. And it’s a difference that means the world to her.

“Can you ask Dee what she wants for breakfast?”

Yeah, she can get used to this.

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

MCs background chapter 8: Resurrection

Honestly, this chapter is just as nonsense as it was in my head. It took me awhile to write it bc what the hell. How did I even wrITE THIS DJWJW. I’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense bc honestly idk what was going on in my head. I still loved the idea tho. Plus, i don’t even know exactly what happened and I wrote it. So, I’m just gonna go with what Julian said from The Arcana...It’s mystical malarkey! As in, no one has ever experienced that and don’t know how it happened, so there isn’t exactly an “explanation”. It’s just kinda bs XD. Anyways enjoy! Plus, there is some information at the bottom.

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Zosk and Sarah had gotten really close. He had wished he was alive once more. She was 14 and strong. She was in 8th grade and dealt with all of her anxieties. She would talk to him about them in her dreams, even if she didn’t remember what he told her when she awoke. She was happy to be with him as he was with her. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt like this. Why did he get close to her? He never got close to any other person he visited. To be fair, he hasn’t visited many people. He couldn’t remember what happened after he died, but he just awoke one day and knew he had to pass on his power. He visited around 8 people? He always stopped when they were 25 or sometimes even younger. So, he knew his time was limited. He had been like this for 200 years, so he may have found his person. Or maybe not. He would have to wait and see.

“What happened today?” She jumped up and down. They were standing in a forest area once again. They were at the same bridge she was at when she was 8. He would bring her here sometimes, to see the fish and calm her down, or just talk to her about magic. “I went to school and I met a boy!” Zosk immediately laughed. Was he going to have boy talk with Sarah? That made him uncomfortable, but he would wait and see if it came to that. He hoped it wouldn’t. He isn’t good with emotions since he rarely feels them. He only feels them with he was with Melody and Sarah. That was it. It was weird, but that’s how he felt. “Hmm, and what happened with this boy?” She blushed and curled some hair around her ear. She did that from time to time when she was nervous or shy. “Nothing really, we just talked and stuff.” Zosk smirked at her. “You feel feelings already?”

Sarah laughed. “I don’t know yet, but I do like to be around him, and my heart does race when I’m around him.” She looked at him with a confused look. “What is that feeling?” He sighed and thought for a few moments. It could only be love. “Love. But, you better ask your mom. She’s better at feelings than I am.” She nodded and hugged him. “Thanks for doing this.” He hugged her back but looked down at her. “Doing what?” “Talking to me and being with me. I wish I could see you in real life. It would be a lot easier. I wouldn’t even have to forget you!” He got a bit sad at that. She would have to forget him. He couldn’t let her know about all he was yet, and all about magic. Her mother wanted to keep it away from her, so he would listen to Melody. He may have been an empire ruler, but he was a nice man. He sighed and ruffled her hair. He couldn’t tell her the truth just yet. “Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t.”

She pulled back from the hug and they both began to walk back to the beginning of the forest, still holding hands. It was something that never changed. They always held hands. Well, not always, but he held her hand for her comfort, but he couldn’t deny that it was also for his comfort. It just kept him grounded and at peace. He wished he could really be with her. Not just to make his decision, but to spend time with her. He’s been dead for so long, and with no one to be with him, it began to become lonely. He didn’t know what he would do when he had to leave her. He shook his head. It wasn’t the time to think of that. For now, he just needed to enjoy the moments he did have with her.

A few months had passed and Sarah kept asking about magic. She always seemed to want an example or a tale of Zosks. It wasn’t that weird since she did ask from time to time, but it was more persistent recently. He just took it as her growing up and wanting to know about magic. She was a very curious kid, just like her mother, so it made sense. However, it just seemed...out of nowhere.

Sarah was in her room, sitting on the bed, crisscrossed, and Zosk was sitting in front of her doing the same position. “Why do you want to know so much about magic?” He asked her. She looked away and began to curl some hair around her ear, uncurl it, and repeat the process. “Sarah?” Zosk said, with a serious tone. She looked at him and sighed. “It’s because you want to offer me your power, and I don’t even know what it does. I’m worried that I might mess up, or I might do something horrible because of it,” she said, her voice getting softer after every word. She looked back down at her lap. “I feel kinda scared. It’s why I want to know more about it so I don’t mess up what you might give me.” He looked at her and could hear the vulnerability in her voice. She was scared. Really scared. She’s kept it down for so long and dealt with it, but now has gotten it out. It made his heart ache that he put this much pressure on her and anxiety. But he couldn’t help it. This much power would cause anyone to have anxiety and worries. However, he did feel a slight relief. He was a bit happy that she didn’t remember everything when she woke up. Happy that she didn’t have this burden on her 24/7. Now that would put him in pain.

He got closer to her and pulled her into his lap. He now felt like a father helping his daughter. “Well, if you decide when you’re older, then I’ll help you. I’ll teach you about it, I’ll tell your family, I’ll help you through it. You won’t have to do it alone. I promise,” he said to her, and he meant it. She was scared and he hated it. He wanted to help her and protect her and he would do so as long as she’d let him. Sarah felt tired and her head fell onto his chest, her eyes closed, and her breathing relaxed. He knew it was almost time for her to get up, so he put her back to sleep. “I wish I had the power to bring you to life once more,” she whispered to him. He felt like crying. She was too pure and innocent, and she was wishing for the impossible. He can’t bring himself back to life, and no one else could either. He had been dead for too long and didn’t have a body. He felt his shirt get wet and looked down and realized Sarah was crying.

However, something was different.

Her tears...were bright yellow. Like a sun drop. He’s seen her cry before, and they didn’t look like that, but now they did. It was weird and he didn’t understand. He’s never heard of that happening before. He looked back down and saw more tears of yellow colored falling onto his shirt. They seemed to dissolve and he saw his skin start to turn back to a color. It wasn’t shadowy anymore, it was turning back to regular skin. He looked at his shoulders and noticed his hair coming back to a color as well. It was blue and just past his shoulders a bit. His clothes seemed to come into color as well. His long robe coming back into his view. However, it all seemed so big to him. As if it didn’t fit him. He looked down at his body and realized...he was a child. Well, he had a teenager sized body. He stared at his body in shock and horror.

“What the hell, what the hell, what the HELL.” He said. His body was back completely, and he noticed Sarah wasn’t crying anymore. Did her tears do this? She was just a human, so it didn’t make sense to him. He shook his head and knew he had to go somewhere else. To Melody. He watched over her and knew she wanted to see him again. “I guess this is as good as ever to see her.” He put Sarah back under her covers and he closed his eyes and ended the dream. His body was back, so he felt the cold air of the room when he entered Melody’s room. Melody woke up and looked at him. She didn’t have a choice to not wake up, since whenever he enters someone’s dream, he wakes them up instantly. “Who are you?” She looked at him with a look of confusion.

She got up and walked over to him. She poked his arm and didn’t feel a shadow. She felt an actual arm. She looked at him with confusion. Before she could say anything, Zosk spoke. “It is Zosk, but your daughter, Sarah, did this. I’ve been with her for a long time. I never told you because I thought you would get mad but now Sarah has done the impossible and I didn’t know who else to come too.” He was rambling. Melody looked at him with so much confusion. She wasn’t really angry at him. He didn’t really have any control over who he discovered. It just happened by chance. She nodded but stared at him. He was a teenager. A literal fucking teenager. She didn’t know how Sarah was able to turn him young again, but she did it.

She started to pace as she thought. She didn’t know how this was possible either. Sarah was a human, while her siblings were all magicians. She assumed that this was caused by light magic, but she didnt have any! It didn’t make sense. Maybe she really did have magic? Melody didn’t know. She just sighed and looked back at him. “Let’s just say, it was a miracle. I can’t think of an answer, and if you’ve never heard of it, then it’s most likely never happened before.” He nodded and looked concerned. “What am I going to do?” Melody suddenly got an idea and smiled. “Well, we first have to tell my husband, then we get you a makeover. These clothes don’t fit you anymore.” Melody giggled into her hand. Zosk seemed irritated but he was excited about a makeover. He didn’t want to admit it, but he didn’t really want these clothes anymore.

He was an empire ruler in the past and didn’t want reminders of it. He looked at her and nodded. “Tell your husband when he wakes up?” Melody looked at him. “How? You only enter in dreams.” Zosk shook his head. “I’m real now. I’ll have to come back in this body. So, when you wake up, I think I’ll be there.” Melody looked at him for a minute. She had to make sure she woke up before Gabriel. She didn’t want Zosk to get hurt because her husband didn’t understand why a random teenager was in her house. She didn’t even know if he’d believe her about all of this. She shrugged and just went with the plan. She hoped it would work.

She woke up around 7 am and looked in the corner of her room. She saw Zosk, sitting on the floor, sleeping. He had a peaceful look on his face. “I bet he had girls swooning when he was younger,” Melody said with a little laugh. She looked over and saw Gabriel, still fast asleep. She didn’t want to wake him up, but knew she had to. But first, she had to get the kids up for school and then do the talk. She got up and got the kids up and did everything for them. “I love you!” She said as she kissed them all on the forehead before they ran outside to the bus. She sighed. It was very difficult waking them up in the morning, but she still dealt with it. She basically ran back into her room and let out a sigh of relief as she saw both Gabriel and Zosk sleeping. She walked over to Gabriel and gently shaked him. “It’s time to get up, baby.” He groaned and looked up at her. “Why do I need to get up? We’re both off today, why not join me in bed,” he said with a suggestive tone. She laughed but knew this had to happen. “No, I need to talk now, please?” She gave him the same puppy eyes she did when they first met. She always pulled them out in case of an emergency.

He sighed and sat up and rubbed his eyes. Melody walked over to Zosk and woke him up too. “Hmm?” Zosk said to her. He opened his eyes and noticed her in front of him. For the first time in a long time, he felt sleepy and wanted to continue sleeping. However, he quickly realized the situation. He saw Gabriel looking at him with a shocked face. “I know you’re shocked but we have to talk about something. You’ll probably think I’m insane after I say it.” Gabriel looked at her, then at Zosk, then back at her. “Who is this kid?” “That’s what we have to talk about, and he technically isn’t a kid.” Melody walked over to Gabriel and sat in front of him, grabbing his hands to hold them. “You know about Zosk right? The powerful black magic magician? You told me about him a long time ago,” she told him, rubbing her thumb on his knuckles. He nodded and looked back at Zosk as he got up and walked a little bit closer to the bed. “Well...this is him,” she said. He tried to speak, but was cut off by Melody panicking. “Yes, I know I seem crazy, but you have to believe me. Also, you need to believe me when I say that Sarah did this. She brought him back to life, but as a teenager.” Gabriel just stared at her. He saw her honest expression and tried to believe her, but it was so hard too.

“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?” “She’s not lying, I promise,” Zosk said. Gabriel looked at him and seemed irritated. He did sense a power coming from him, so it’s obvious he wasn’t a human. But being Zosk the Unconquerable?? It seemed impossible. Plus, how was he supposed to believe that Sarah did this? She was human and that was that! “Are you sure you didn’t do anything to my wife?” “No! He’s been with me since I was young, and now he’s moved on to Sarah. He needs someone to pass his power on to and he went to me when I was young. I said no and that I didn’t want it. So, he must’ve went down the line and just chose Sarah.”

Melody and Zosk spent the next hour talking about their pasts and explaining it to Gabriel. Gabriel just sat there, taking it in, with a few questions sometimes. He didn’t understand it, but he knew she wasn’t lying. Melody never lied to him and he had to believe her. Plus, Gabriel asked questions that almost no one knew the answer to, and he knew that only Zosk would know the answer. He answered them all correctly and just had to believe them. “So, you’re back again? And you’re stuck here with us?” Zosk nodded. Melody smiled at Gabriel and kissed him on the forehead. “Thanks for believing me and taking this better than I thought. I wanted to tell you when we got married, but I didn’t want to seem insane. Plus, he went away for some time and I didn’t know he was with Sarah, so I assumed I didn’t need to tell you.” Gabriel looked at her as she rambled on and kissed her forehead. “It’s fine. I’m just glad I know now. Especially since it involves our child.” “Well, we were close in her dreams, is it possible that we will still be close? Even if she doesn’t know me?” Melody and Gabriel both looked at him. “Only one way to find out.”

Sarah came home around 3:15 PM. Christopher came as well, but Alexandra and Jacob had to stay because they had a club meeting. Sarah and Christopher were too young to be in a club just yet. They were at the end of the year for 8th grade, so next year they would be able to join a club. However, that didn’t matter. Sarah and Christopher came into the house and saw Gabriel and Melody still talking to Zosk. Sarah looked at him and got excited. She loved to meet new people, even if she was very shy. Christopher looked at him and just looked confused. Why was there a random person in their house? Melody looked over at them.

“Guys, this is Zed. He just moved here. I think you’re gonna make great friends.” Sarah walked over to him and held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you!” Zosk looked at her and smiled. He shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you too, Sarah.” His wish came true. He was alive and able to be with her. Hopefully he will be able to protect her like he promised.

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Yes. Zosks new name is now Zed because I believe that he would just call himself that to Sarah instead of Zosk. Also, I didn’t say it in the writing I think but

Zosk doesn’t get to choose who he goes to. He just wakes up in their dreams. Fate chooses it.

NO Zosk does not feel romantic feelings towards her. I keep thinking that people will see it like that, but I don’t mean it to come off like that. I just want to show that he wants to be close with her and protect her. Like a best friend bond sort of. It’s creepy to imagine them together. A 200 year old magician in love with a 14 year old girl? That’s called pedophilia and disgusting so no.

Also, when they do get older, they both gag at the image of them together. It’s just a fact I decided throw in here to.

Yes. Next chapter there is gonna be more sibling love! All of the siblings are gonna be shown more and stuff. They weren’t shown much in these chapters because I was just explaining the beginning of Zosk and Sarah and how Zosk (or Zed whatever fnwb) is involved in this. Plus, idc what canon is, I imagine Zosk as an actually nice guy. Very kind XD.

I don’t mean Zosk to come off as weird or creepy. He is bound to people when they’re young to see how they will grow and change and handle situations. It wasn’t really his choice. It’s just what happens. He just needs to see who is actually worthy of his power and what they would do with it. It’s just the only thing I could think of. I mean, being bound to someone when they’re like 25 and already grown and stuff wouldn’t exactly benefit him. I just fjsjsj. I just needed for him to somehow be close to her as a child so this was the way I could think of. Plus, it was just my original idea, but I didn’t mean for him to come off as creepy or anything.

Anyway, I’m sorry if this was bad. My writing is kinda bad in this part bc explaining this part of her backstory is kinda weird. It’s just hard to write so I hope this is good!

[seven-oomen]

Hi, Ben!  Hope you had a good day, or at least a calm one!  I think your tree is adorable, and I love your tree topper!  It’s so pretty!  Also, my congrats if Mo leaves it alone.  Most of the kitty parents I know are full of horror stories about their cats climbing the tree/trying to eat the tree/trying to eat things off the tree/etc.  XD  One friend’s cat earned herself the nickname Monkey because the very first thing she did the night they brought her home was go right up the tree.  I’m pretty sure that was at least a decade ago, and the only person who ever calls her by her actual name at this point is probably my friend’s dad.  Another friend complains every year that she can’t use tinsel on her tree anymore because her cats will try to eat it.

And omg, that Disney/TW thing was terrible.  Most of them seemed to only be using the most shallow, surface level reading of the characters, as usual they seemed to forget that Disney made animated films before the early 90s, and also as usual, Noah and Melissa got left out, despite having been there the full run of the show.  I think I usually headcanon Peter more CN than anything else, but I can see the logic behind some NE being mixed in there, too.  Some of that could be because I tend to see his apparent desire for power as more of a trauma-based need for control than just purely for its own sake.  (It might have helped if they’d been a bit more consistent with his character…)

It’s probably because I was out of the fandom for a while, but most stuff I’ve seen that addresses it typically has the Hales being of British Isles descent.  I think that’s mainly because the name itself is English (I think?), and it helps to explain the abundance of Celtic mythology/imagery if it’s something they brought with them when settling the town.  I’m not particularly bothered either way, though, and always enjoy a chance to learn about other culture’s customs.  :D  And I love how everyone just agrees that Peter is the type to just casually speak like a dozen languages, just because he can.  XD  Also, I’m now picturing a springerle rolling pin that’s nothing but wolf images, a quite literally hand-carved hand-me-down (that I’m going to pretend was stored in the vault.)

And yeah, I figured the other kids would adapt pretty well, but I definitely foresee an issue with Jax.  I feel like it’s going to come down to one of his siblings having to step in, probably either Malia (because he actually likes her) being like “Hey, could you maybe try not being such an obnoxious douche-nozzle to my dad before I punch you in the throat?  Do I treat your dad that way?”, or Ben just being like “Why are you so mean to Poppa?” and then Jackson will have to face the full effect of the sad puppy face that got sprung on Stiles.  XD

 I feel like it would make sense for it to take a few full moons for a turned wolf to achieve a full shift, especially if there’s no genetic component.  Almost all the wolves we see turned in the show have a rough enough time adapting at first without throwing in something like that.  I definitely think it makes more sense for born wolves to have an easier/quicker time of it, especially at first.

I love both of the recent previews.  I seriously have been ferally screaming over the pinned one all day.  XD  The swagger.  The mountain ash.  The “goddammit Peter, he’s not afraid of you, he’s afraid for you” of it all.  And the section when he’s first shifting is good, too (no matter when it was written.)  That’s going to be freaky as hell, even if you’re expecting it.  And the whole thing with the way his bones are cracking and such just feels like it emphasizes how warped and wrong it all is, at least to me, because as best I remember, the few times we see a full shift in the show, it just sort of seems to flow from one to the other.  Also, it just occurred to me that his alpha form was almost like a perfect balance of the American Werewolf in London and Underworld versions of full shift.  I’m curious to see if he maintains that version or if the presence of his mates/pack help him heal to a more normal version.  Part of me wants to see him get better because I don’t like seeing them hurt, part of me really wants to see his beast form tackle hug Noah and Chris and try to cuddle in their laps.  XD

And oh, man, those window seats just made me want them to have one in the rebuilt Hale house, maybe in like a loft or an upper floor, that’s big enough for the three of them to cram into, or the kids, or assorted combos thereof, in whatever forms they choose.  Especially for like during storms and stuff.  Just, all the cuddles, and reading stories to the littles, and taking random naps in the sunshine, and everything.

Also, now I’m picturing Noah and Chris singing shit like “You Make It Feel Like Christmas” and “Cuddle Up, Cozy Down Christmas”, or like that “Peace On Earth/Little Drummer Boy” thing Bing Crosby and David Bowie did, while trying to make Peter a surprise breakfast, and it’s adorable.  And I’ve been listening to way too much Straight No Chaser holiday music to deal with the idea of them all singing together in anything approaching a rational manner.  And is he not supposed to look at them like they’re part of the menu?  I’m pretty sure if Peter was given the option of what he’d like to eat first…well.  XD

Those poor teachers.  They probably thought they’d lucked out with this one after Stiles and Malia, and then the holidays came around…  (Just wait until they get the next round of Haleargentski children…)  XD

And I’m going to hold you to that promise of romance XD (not really, if it doesn’t work out that way, don’t worry.)  I would say “my body is ready”, but that feels like it might come across somewhat awkward.  XD  Although it did occur to me that given how he is about the whole “your all’s shirts are way too tight to share” thing, when it gets to that point, Noah’s probably also going to have one of those “it’s been a hot minute, so some things aren’t quite what they used to be” type moments like Chris had with Peter at the motel, though I think he’d be more likely to try and joke it off, and Peter’s just going to be like “Gods, you two really are as bad as each other sometimes”, while happily reassuring both of them, because he can, and he enjoys it.

And wow, I’ve rambled on so much longer than I meant to given that I have an early shift tomorrow (or today, really…  ’>.> )  So, I hope you got some decent rest, and your meds are helping like they should, and that you are happy with what you got done on the chapter.  I hope that today goes well, too, and that you find some good candy at post-holiday discount prices, if that is a thing they do there (or will that not happen until after Christmas?)  Anyway, I hope you have a good day, whatever else happens.  Take care!  *Hugs!*

Hey hey, I honestly had a pretty good day yesterday, a little busy because of last minute store runs and an uncooperating phone. (oh joy, had to reset the bastard twice) but other than that, pretty good. 

Treated myself to a new game for Sinterklaas. It’s the Spiderman Game of the Year edition, I didn’t have that game yet and it was on sale for like 28 bucks and people left really good reviews. Maybe if I get some money for Christmas I might also get me the Miles Morales one, the new one. But I’m also getting Cyberpunk cause I pre-ordered it back in April, so we’ll see. I might just wait until Miles Morales goes on sale too in a couple of months. Still have to finish Valhalla first though XD.

And you’re not gonna believe it, but Mo left my Christmas tree completely alone. He does not care about the Christmas tree. He does not care about plants. He does not care about BOXES. I honestly think my cat is broken, but then again, I am typing this while he is sleeping in my lap and purring, so who cares.

And Omg XD I am eternally grateful Mo didn’t do that but I love Monkey and can see why they got that nickname XD What a rascal!

I mostly included NE for Peter because apparently that’s what Ian Bohen considers Peter’s Alignement to be. I personally think he’s more CN too (though I am probably basing that on his trauma.) 

I actually made a personal alignment chart for the characters in Once Upon A Time here. (Though I forgot to include three characters namely the Nurse, John,  and Danny. I think Danny would fall under either NG or LN and he would probably tell someone if someone’s shoe laces were untied, and the nurse more under LE I guess, considering her background, though I feel like she’s not evil for evil’s sake she more or less was driven to it and as such has a strong need for revenge regardless of whom she hurts, though she tries to redeem herself later. (and that’s all I will say due to spoilers). And she would probably tie the person’s shoe laces for them, old habits die hard.) John I feel like would be CG or LN and he’d be the person to untie his own shoes in solidarity. (kinda like his grandchildren Stiles and Malia, where do you think they got that one from?)

But yeah I’m still not sure how to feel about the Disney one. I can kinda see with some of them where they were coming from but none of it feels ‘flawless’ or particularly right to me? Idk. I honestly feel like Kuzco and maybe Pocahontas were the two biggest Nopes for me. I mean Scar kinda fits, Elsa, I can see that, but none of it I truly identify these characters with. Idk.

And I feel like Peter or John probably had the foresight to store some of their most prized family heirlooms in that vault. Such as a copy of the family photo, Peter’s triskelion necklace piece, a springerle with wolf inscriptions,  some video tapes of the family, personal artifacts of each family member, and Talia and John’s claws, family recipes, some gifts John made for his grandchildren, and John’s journal about the family history, werewolf lore, and lots of dirt on both Elias Stilinski and Gerard Argent.

I feel like Peter speaking lots of languages also just makes sense. He seems to be the type to have connections everywhere and to have little birds everywhere listening in for him. He would also be the type of person to either have connections to or keep an eye on the Russian and Italian Maffia, he learned French and Polish for Chris and Noah, Spanish is just a useful language to learn because it's vast. And German and Dutch were taught to him from a young age, probably some Latin too. So I can see why many people would headcanon Peter as mutli-lingual, it just makes sense for his character.

Malia and Ben ganging up on Jackson is my new favorite image. Can you imagine what the combined power of those two will be? Also just any of the teenagers realizing they can deploy the younger sibling to be absolutely adorable and people will do anything for that face, no matter what the teenagers are asking. 

As for Peter’s wolf, why not both? There’s no reason why he can’t act like an overgrown puppy as a beast and still heal and slowly revert back to his original form over the course of a couple of full moons as his mind heals from the trauma.

They’re definitely getting a windowseat big enough to seat three adults, four teenagers and a couple of little ones. Surrounded by books, a few curtains and lots of pillows. it needs to happen.

And you guessed it, there’s gonna be a shy moment where both Chris and Noah get self conscious about their bodies. Noah because, well, he gained some weight, got a bit older, has some stretch marks although he’s still goddamn fit considering what he does and he tries to play it off as a joke, Peter will show him just how sexy he is, really. And Chris has another moment because he had another baby, so more pudge, more stretch marks and due to his humanity, more scars. I think I’ll let Noah handle that one first and then Peter helps. Chris of course also worships Noah’s body, because holy shit, none of them is exactly in bad shape, but Noah’s definitely been hiding way more. Also Noah’s tall now, so Chris just sort of melts when the taller man sweeps him off his feet. We also need some Omega/Omega love in this story.

And wow, now I’ve been rambling XD. I’m gonna make me some late breakfast (it’s 1 pm) and grab some coffee and then start writing.