#non-binary mc

...is that the freaking Dark Mirror????

Our dear protagonist felt their heart rate slow like in those Roblox horror game death scenes.

"State thy name."

"You... Hah??"

Speck, don't you rush me-

The eyes on the magic floating mask in the mirror narrow.

"State thy name."

The voice booms again, with a hidden underbite of annoyance.

She looks across the room for the reactions of everyone else witnessing this. He feels strongly compelled to gesture to the mirror with a 'wtf' open arms blame point.

They turn back to the mirror. "You didn't let me finish... My name is..." Yes, boy, build the nonexistent dramatic tension-

"Yuuha..." That's a very pretty lace design, I wonder when he got that? "Swirls. Yuuha Swirls." She repeats a second time to put it together smoothly and actually judge whether it sounds okay.

"...Yuuha Swirls..."

Yuh?

"The nature of this soul is... Unknown to me."

Well, duck-

"Formless. Nameless. Dim reflection. Magic lacking thus forestalls. That mortal form hath no connection to these dormitory halls."

Wow, rude.

Everyone in the Ceremony room starts gossiping and whispering obnoxiously, pointed stares aimed straight at the person before the mirror.

Crowley, the weird bird man with selective hearing asks the mirror to repeat himself, even though the entire room was dead silent for the big reveal.

And then the mirror dunks on her again! What the hell, what's this dude got against him??

Then Grim the little raccoon-weasel monster speaks up and decided to present to everyone how much better a candidate he is to become a student in my place.

And sets the entire freaking place on fire. Like, Dabi hot as hellfire flames kinda inferno.

'Yuuha' ducks out of the way and retreats to a space where the flames don't reach as well.

"Help! I'm on fire here!!" A white haired, red eyed student calls out. He runs around in cartoonish circles and non-helpfully to the boy dark chocolate haired boy next to him who's trying to help him put his butt flame out.

"Stop drop and roll!" Yuuha instructs over the chaos of the moment, "Or at least take off the robe and stamp out the flames!"

Yuuha steps to the side and watches as a pale lavender haired boy with a voice of a used car salesman steps up to stop the little menace that is Grim. A red haired boy with a serious British accent also joins in, spouting about rule-breaking. Which is incredibly fair considering, when ever has it been allowed to set a place with so many kids on fire with?

Granted, I though this was a cult at first. But the robes are actually pretty comfy. Still, I don't understand how this little monster thinks he'll get in by destroying school property and possibly causing grievous bodily harm to who would be his fellow peers if accepted.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD." The red haired boy exclaims with such bite Yuuha almost physically recoils. A heart shaped collar poofs into existence, tightly locked around Grim's neck. "The Queen of Heart's Rule 23: One must never bring a cat to a formal affair." The boy recites sternly, meeting eyes with me in a glance and glaring at my supposed recklessness.

"Well, good thing he ain't a cat." I muse with heavy sarcasm, returning his glare with an unimpressed eyebrow raise. "Besides, I only just met him roundabout an hour ago." I slowly rotate my neck so I can stare at Crowley as he scrambles to defend himself for not listening to me.

Character use: Dekis Solon

Role: Lover of our MC

General/Theme: One shot/ head cannons/ Fluff

CW: Angst, and full fluff <3.

Gender Reader: NB! Reader

Manga/Manhwa: "Your Throne". 

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: ̗̀➛ He very over protective of you. As your lover he can be very concerned if you just burst into tears; on his shoulder will be very concerned he will punish anyone who made you cry. You were an angel in his eyes. Pure and kind. If anyone made his angel cry their dead to him. Even if it is Eros he will make sure he suffers, through nine stages of hell. Or he could meet Satan in a second. 

: ̗̀➛ He love when his angel s smiling. It reminded him of the other side he couldn't be. He sees himself as selfish when it comes to you. But how could you blame him; he never grew up in a good household with a loving mother and a father. He is very over protective of you if he finds a cut on your hand he will not let you cook ever or carry things. He'll have maids doing that for you or he'll do it for you. 

: ̗̀➛Also, like Achille, this boy won't let you pay for anything. You like that dress consider that a gift from him even though it is very expensive. He'll get it for you. His sister Medea is also over protective of you since you make both of their days with cheesy jokes or pickup lines. You're very considerate of other people's personal space; also what they find humorous  or  not. 

: ̗̀➛ He would threaten the maid who talks sh*t about you and when they won't stop you began to notice their  a  lot maid missing than before. But you shrug it off as a feeling of you going crazy. So you just go look for your loving and  mysterious lover. As you do Medea meanwhile was scolding him about killing the maids who talked bad about you. 

: ̗̀➛ When you having a bad day he just like to swoop you up in his arm and carry you to your comfort area and just cuddle you to sleep. Boy best husband/boyfriend material. Like I can't even compare him to Eros cause he will beat Eros automatically in like 1 whole sec. 

: ̗̀➛ Eros tried to take you away from him saying "He dangerous", or "He might snap and hit you or worse kill you". You didn't believe Eros because you know your boyfriend won't do such a thing. You know how badly he wants to break you guys up so he can marry you. Which is never going to happen; because Eros already has a soon to be wife. Which you felt bad for and encouraged Medea to get her steal away from Eros because Eros is a playboy gross. 

: ̗̀➛ When your boyfriend heard about this the future of that  Empire, where never head from again. Not even from his soon-to-be ex wife that ran away from him with Medea in hand. lmao his ass got played hard. After they found his dead body in the empire lake. Everyone was trying not to laugh. Due to his stupidly of trying to steal the future Villainess Duchess of the Solon. Everyone know that rule after seeing Eros failed to understand that. 

The Obey Me brothers react to an GN!MC who can change from male to female

I’m genderfluid, so I like to think that my MC is able to fluctuate their physical gender expression using magic. Hope this comforts anyone else who’s non-binary!

Lucifer

- When you accidentally came downstairs one morning as the opposite gender, he wasn’t really shocked

- To be honest, he could already sort of tell you weren’t really comfortable in your own skin

- You arrived as your assigned gender at birth, but almost immediately you seemed uncomfortable

- At first he figured it was because it was your first time in the Devildom, but even after a few weeks you still seemed uneasy

- He’d find clothes in the laundry that he’s never seen anyone in the house wear before, and sometimes he’d check the bathrooms and find products no one owned

- Luckily, because he was the first to find out he didn’t tell any of his brothers. Instead he talked you through it and told you that everyone would accept you

- He of course contacts Lord Diavolo and asks if he knew (he did)

Mammon

- “Who’s clothes are these and why are they in my closet”

- Lucifer assumed the clothes you wore were Mammon’s so he put them in his room; You had to sneak in and take them before Mammon realized

- I love him and all but he just couldn’t tell for the life of him. Your style would change constantly and he just assumed you were intimidated by his sense of fashion

- Let’s all admit Mammon is peak gender envy, and with the way you looked at him he couldn’t tell if you were checking him out or wanted to skin him alive

- The morning after Lucifer found out, you fell asleep as the opposite gender again. This time, Mammon came in to wake you up gently, but of course you can’t really consider shrieking as gentle

- It took you a moment to register why he was yelling, but then you immediately changed back and took 10 minutes trying to calm him down and explain

- After you calm him down and he understands, he swoops you into a hug immediately and chastises you for “not telling ‘your first’!”

- He of course thinks of a way this could make him money. “Step right up and watch as my wonderful assistant changes right before your eyes!”

- You slap him across the head for the idea

Leviathan

- After Lucifer and Mammon found out, you figured you should just come clean to everyone else already

- Leviathan could tell you didn’t like the way you looked from the way your eyes would light up when he mentioned cosplay

- Every time you two played video games together, you’d always customize your avatar to be either gender-neutral or the opposite gender. You’d even crossdress them

- When you gathered the rest of the brothers and changed right before their eyes, he nearly fainted

- “Wh-Where did MC go? Why is there a (wo/man) in the middle of our living room where MC was?”

- After you finished explaining, he’s delighted. Think of all the cosplays they could do!

- The next time you two hang out, he has a whole arsenal of cosplays he wants to see you in

Satan

- Another brother who could almost immediately tell you disliked your flesh prison

- I like to think Satan is well versed in body language, and so when he sees you fidget with whatever part of yourself you don’t like, he’s quick to tell the reason why

- After you came clean and told them, he sort of dismissed it with an “Oh, so that’s why you always (action you did)”

- He understands why you feel the way you do, and so he does his best to accommodate you when you feel gender dysphoria

- Asks about how you learned how to change your gender and the specifics of it (with your consent)

Asmodeus

- He was over the moon when you told him

- “Just imagine all of the outfits I could style you in, oh you’d look lovely!”

- Him and Levi definitely love to pamper and dress you up whenever they can, they love the endless possibilities

- When you’re feeling dysphoric he reminds you constantly that regardless of what you look like, you’ll always be the beautiful/handsome you to him

- Definitely also gets a bit frisky and wants to see the “specifics” of your abilities as in your lower region

Beelzebub

- He’s very indifferent about it

- Was very surprised when you suddenly poofed and looked like the opposite gender

- “Wait so do you have to eat twice as much”

- He’s getting there

- He’s still getting used to seeing you appear as the opposite gender, but he still loves you nonetheless

- His idea of specifics are if your tastebuds change and if he should get you different foods to try

Belphegor

- “I know”

- You fell asleep with him in the attic one day and changed in your sleep

- Surprisingly he woke up first and was confused as to who the fuck he fell asleep with

- He looked into your dreams and figured it was you because who else has those dreams

- He was too lazy to tell you so he went back to sleep

- He doesn’t really mind, just as long as you still wanna cuddle with him when you go to sleep

A romantic comedy of love lost, faked, and found

Carter’s fiancé is in love with someone else. Link has just been left at the altar. After bonding over mutual heartbreak at the would-be reception’s open bar, Link and Carter pass out in the honeymoon suite—and are mistaken for the happy newlywed couple the next morning. Reluctant to deal with the fallout from their breakups, they embark on an exciting week of fake honeymooning, during which Carter starts to have real feelings for Link. A genderqueer artist who lives life by their own rules, Link inspires Carter to build a new future. Against the eclectic and electric backdrop of New Orleans, Carter and Link have to decide if a second chance at love is in the cards, or if they’re only meant to be sidelined in someone else’s story.

Watch for the cover reveal on August 23rd!

Author: Lilah Suzanne Title: Jilted Publication Date: November 8, 2018 Pages: 218 Price: $15.99 US print / $6.99 US multi-format eBook ISBN: 978-1-945053-64-1 print | 978-1-945053-65-8 multi-format eBook Category: LGBTQ Fiction: Contemporary, Romantic Comedy Main characters: Bisexual; Non-binary

About the Author

Lilah Suzanne is the author of Amazon bestseller Broken Records, part of the Spotlight series along with Burning Tracks and Blended Notes. Lilah also authored Spice, the novellas Pivot & Slip and After the Sunset, and the short story Halfway Home, which was featured in the holiday anthology If the Fates Allow. A writer from a young age, Lilah resides in North Carolina and mostly enjoys staying indoors, though sometimes ventures out for concerts, museum visits, and quiet walks in the woods.

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She’s sitting on a picnic table at the park with Darryl when she pulls her phone out.  The big dog whines at her and she shrugs.  “I know, stop judging me.”

Yoosung is alone in the chat when she enters and they’ve barely said hello when Jihyun shows up.  V she corrects herself, if she kept thinking of him as Jihyun she would say something and the big secret would be revealed.

Big secret, what was 707 worried about, what could this charity group have that anyone really dangerous would want.  Yet as stupid as she thought the whole situation was, it was an adventure and she was kind of eating it up.  She had no doubt that, whatever his real name was, 707 was definitely more than a hacker.  The surveillance on the apartment was impressive; she’d counted four cameras, found 7 different bugs not to mention a number of sensors she couldn’t identify.

Noelle barely paid attention to the chat, she should be watching it closer but that nagging feeling about V pulled at her chest and her mind begin to drift.  She answered in short curt sentences, sometimes he would say something and she would think he knew and she would curse the way her heart leapt at that thought that he was thinking of her.

Throwing the party in a week didn’t seem like such a big deal but Yoosung was obviously upset, the sudden switch in his mood caught her eye and she immediately starts to mediate the chat.  It’s not a big deal she tries to impart.  She’s had worse deadlines, it’s not a big deal.

He knows, she hears her seventeen year old self cry again and her chest tightens watching the chat, waiting for her phone to ring, a text to sing out.  Of course he knows, 707 did a background check, 707 knows about Jumin, he’d know about Jihyun. 

V is gone as quickly as he arrived, barely a goodbye.  She lingers at the table and tries to calm Yoosung down.  Something about him resonates with the person she was and she doesn’t want to ignore him.  There’s something so strange about the way they talk about this woman, even Jihyun.  The reverence, more than just that she’d died, or that she’d taken her own life.

She can’t stand here with her phone out any longer, she takes Darryl back to the apartment and changes, if she’s going to start training with Nina again she’ll need to start working out.

*

He’s eating lunch with his father when his phone rings.  Jumin excuses himself and lets his phone softly vibrate in his pocket while he finds a place where he won’t be intruding on anyone’s peace.  It also brings him no small joy to make her wait.

“You’ve decided to return my calls then.”

“What?” He can clearly picture the way she would curl her lip with that tone.

“I have left you a number of voicemails,” he scolds her.

“Why wouldn’t you just call my cell phone.”

“I was concerned,” he says sardonically.

“The ringer is off,” she says.  “You should have called my cell phone if you were worried.”

“It was not,” he states, “I stood outside your apartment this morning and I could hear it ringing.”

“You’re being really weird, Jumin.  Why are you loitering in my building on a Sunday morning?”

“I was not loitering, I had to retrieve some paperwork from Assistant Kang.”

“God Jumin can’t she even get one day a week, doesn’t she go to church on Sundays?  Leave her alone.”

He chuckles.  “You’re obviously not going to tell me what you’re doing—”

“Bringing shame to the family name,” she interrupts.

He ignores her.  “I assume you had a reason to interrupt my lunch.”

“Tell the old man I say Hello,” she chirps.

“Noelle.”

“The gym in your building, do I need some kind of fancy ID to use it?  My membership expired like months ago and I don’t want to dip into my savings so some noodle arm asshole can try to explain an inversion table to me.”

“It is not out of the question, I could have security let you in for today, and have a new keycard made for you.”

“Everything I’ve ever said to your assistant was a lie, you truly are a caring and compassionate person,” she laughs.

“I will choose to ignore that,” he tries to sound unimpressed but he’s smiling too.  “However isn’t my building out of the way?”

“It’s on the way to rehearsal, not a big deal.  Some of us drive, you know?  Besides it’s worth it to be totally alone.”

“When do you plan to go, should I have someone ready to let you in?”

*

Standing in the shower room in the gym she was torn, it looked clean, and there was almost never anyone in the gym as far as she’s ever seen.  That didn’t mean that it didn’t get used and this still was basically a public shower stall.  On the other hand she still had the temporary key that should work the elevator to her brother’s penthouse; she could use his shower, his huge shower with the multiple shower heads and temperature presets.  She shoulders her gym bag and chances the elevator, after a short moment where she almost turns around the ground shifts and the elevator starts to move.

She finger guns one of Jumin’s security bulldogs on her way to his door, she’s sure the stern looking man is phoning Jumin as she checks her key to his door.   Jumin’s cat weaves between her feet as she closes the door behind her.  She kneels down in front of the cat and scratches behind her ears.

“Don’t tell your husband, alright Libby?”

Elizabeth III meows softly in response and saunters away.

She hadn’t even realized that her phone had connected to the Bluetooth in Jumin’s penthouse until she was rinsing her hair and the little display in the shower started chirping at her.  Of course he’d be wired to answer calls in the shower, he barely slept, and he lived and breathed his work.  It was probably Jumin anyway, wondering what she was doing in his house.

The display reads out Zen’s number however and she freezes, hesitating for a moment before she hit the answer button.

“Hey Babe, you weren’t busy were you?”

“N-nope,” she stammers, there seems a strange intimacy to answering the phone in the shower.

“Are you ok?” he asks.  “Is it raining where you are?”

“No,” she says, “I’m fine, I’m just,” she freezes, does she just say it?  Tell him she’s in the shower?  Is that weird? “I’m in the shower.”

“Babe,” he chuckles but his voice cracks a little. “You’ll ruin your phone, call me when you’re done.”

“No,” she laughs, listening to the way he’s straining to control his voice, “I don’t have the phone in here with me dummy. My brother has Bluetooth in his shower.”

“You have a brother?” He asks, distracted for a moment.

“Yeah,” she says, of all the things for him to focus on right now. 

“Do you live there?” he asks.

She smiles to herself.  There’s an obvious tension in his voice. “Nope,” she shuts the water off and steps out of the shower.  “He’s out, but it’s closer to the gym than my apartment,” like in the building, she thinks, “and on the way to work.”

“You work on Sundays?” He asks.

“Sometimes,” she laughs.

“Is something funny?” he asks.

“It’s just,” she pauses a moment to make sure she’s removed her call from the Bluetooth system, but she leaves it on speaker phone, “You started out so strong.”

“What?” He chokes a little.

“I mean you called to flirt right?”  She pulls on her underwear and glances between her bra and binder, deciding on the bra before starting to braid her hair.

“Hah, you caught me,” she can almost hear him blushing.

“You sound really cute when you’re flustered,” she smiles at her reflection in the mirror. “Like a puppy.”

“Babe,” he says with an edge to his voice.  “I am not a puppy, if I was there you’d see I’m a wolf.”

She snorts and covers the phone, she hopes he didn’t hear that.  “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” but she can hear him swallow hard.

“You couldn’t even handle talking to me on the phone while I was showering, how much of a wolf can you be?”

“It’s not,” he stammers again, “it’s just that I’m a gentleman.”

“I’d rather the wolf,” she laughs, but he was cute when he was flustered.  It had only been a few days like this but she wondered if he was starting to actually like her.

She was starting to think that she might like him.  Would she think that if she only knew the aloof but kind actor or if she only knew this flirting mess of a man on the other end of the phone?  She hadn’t even been interested in him the few times they’d been in shows together.  He was never more than professional and kind to the casts and crews he worked with but he’d always distanced himself.  She’d thought it was arrogance but after the last few days and the way he’d smiled down at her that night on the stairs. Had that been the moment?

“Then what are you wearing?” He asks.

“uh-what,” she stammers caught off guard, “oh!” She smirks in the mirror. “Well I haven’t gotten dressed yet—”

“Oh,” his voice is quiet.

“Boyshorts,” she whispers “Purple boyshorts.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath and then nothing and she starts to get dressed, tanktop and bicycle shorts under a high-waisted skirt, she’d decided to go femme tonight to help her get into character, she wasn’t reading for Viola after all.

“What about,” his breath catches and she smiles to herself.  As confident as he came off he was still human.  It made her like him more, “your uh, your bra,” he whispers.

God how was she going to go to rehearsal and pretend like she hadn’t just had this conversation with him? She glances in the mirror and then into her shirt.  “Blue I guess, it doesn’t match I hadn’t planned to wear it.”

It sounds like he’s coughing, and then she hears him apologise to someone. 

“Uh, Zen, where are you right now?” She asks and she can hear the soft pad of Elizabeth jumping down from something before the door to Jumin’s penthouse opened.

“The, hmm, the train,” he admits.                                                                                      

She can’t help it, she bursts into cackling laughter. “I am so sorry,” she practically snorts through gasping breaths.

“Noelle,” Jumin calls.

“It’s fine,” he says.  “It’s ok. I’m sorry.”

She tries to control her laughter.

“Noelle?” Jumin calls from somewhere closer.

“I have to go Zen,” she says, still chuckling, “my brother just got back.” She doesn’t wait for him to hang up, she has to close the messenger before Jumin finds her.

She brushes past him as he makes to knock on the bathroom door.

“You look very nice,” he says following her out, “but could you explain why you were in my bathroom.”

“Your shower is a religious experience.  Compared to a lukewarm possibility of foot fungus?  Seems pretty obvious.” She crouches down and pats Elizabeth III again.  “Who ratted on me, was it the grumpy looking guy?”

“No one ratted on you Noelle, I could hear you cackling like Doctor Frankenstein.”

“How’s Dad?” She shrugs.

“My Father is well, you know that you saw him last week.”

“I’m being polite Jumin.”

“You look uncommonly feminine,” he says gesturing to her skirt and waving his hand dismissively at her chest.

“Jesus, Jumin,” she shakes her head. 

“I thought you said you weren’t in love with him.”

“What?  Jumin I’m rehearsing, I’m just trying to be in character.”

He narrows his eyes at her unconvinced. “Is that so?”

“Yeah it is,” she raises an eyebrow at him, “what are you so concerned about?  You’ve been weird.”

Jumin hangs his jacket over the back of a chair.  “Have I?” he considers and he loosens his tie. “The same could be said of you.”

She smiles.  “I’m erratic; I have mental illness, what’s your excuse.”

Jumin snorts.  “Fine, we don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to.”

“Jumin, I’m going to be late, I didn’t mean to take so long but—”

“Religious experience,” he says and waves her off.  “It has been a long time since we’ve had dinner together, when you’ve finished this project we should do that again.”

“You’ll have to invite the old man,” she smiles.

Jumin takes her hand and she kisses his cheek before she leaves.