Oh My Lucifer | Teaser Chapter Six

Oh My Lucifer | Teaser Chapter Six

♡Summary: In hopes of achieving a high mark in your final exam you’re willing to give up anything, including your soul. However, when your drunken joke of a ritual suddenly comes true, how do you even begin to explain your logic to the seven demon lords seated in front of you.

♡Genre: Demon Au/ Poly Au.

♡Pairing: OT7 x Female Reader

♡TW for this chapter: Explicit Language, harsh stereotypes , racism against humans (I promise it makes sense), Jimin dressed in his filter suit (because yes, this does require a tw for the faint of heart).

♡Release Date; May 11th, (5pm MST | 7pm EST | 6am KST | 4pm CST |

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More specifically, he envisions his ideal first date with you. He images soft raindrops falling from the sky, each kissing their way down your cheek as they effortlessly flutter down your face, melting from the warm, endearing smile that pulls on the outer corners of your lips. Filling the air and his heart with a cozy sensation that can only be described as feeling at home. A comfort he's never had the luxury of feeling often. He dreams up the different way you'll feel in his embrace, arms tightly wrapped around your waist, pulling you so close that you're both almost sharing the same breath. Not that he would truly mind, for the hopeless romantic in him would give his last breath if it means filling your lungs enough for you to enjoy the day. In all honesty, the actual scenery of the date doesn't phase him all that much. All that matters for the moment to be perfect is for it to be shared with you. This is what he keeps repeating to himself after finding out his snot-nosed little brother, a.k.a Jimin, not only attempted to sabotage his date but also invited himself before Yoongi even had the opportunity to ask you. 

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(a/n; Hey darlings <3, I know this just a tiny little excerpt from the next chapter but I figured since it's been so long (my sincerest apologies, finals kicked my ass) I might as well release a little teaser! So as usual I truly hope you enjoy and I can't wait to hear back)

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you, after securing your $5 through self sacrifice 💕😭

your taste buds being burnt beyond recover 7 seconds later 😭😭

CHERRY THATS WHAT LITERALLY HAPPENED 😭😭

I thought the chilli was barely spicy and I was like, “haha that wasn’t even that bad,” I regret those choice of words. And yes, right now I’m completely fine!! 💜💜 The spiciness has left my tastebuds 😈👊🏼😎

The Book of You & I | 01

➤ PJM: Series

⪧ The Book of You & I ✎✘⛓🗡 (non-idol!au, yandere!au, demon!au, horror!au)

➳Pairing: yandere!demon!jimin X fem!Reader

➳Warnings: Swearing, blood, supernatural occurrences, slight stalking, mentions of a car accident & mentions of death, reader has past trauma, mentions of medication and therapy.

➳Word Count: 3.4K+

➳Disclaimer: This fanfic is purely from my imagination, I do not intend to harm any Idol or person in any way. Nor sexualising them. Please do not steal any ideas from here, this is all of my work and original work. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR.

The Book of You & I ©Copyright <2022> Themochiverse

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➳ A/N: I completed this draft and it was fun to write. I hope the first chapter is good and keeps you all excited. I would love feedback and comments because that continues me to write more. Thank you if you’re reading this ^_^

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You grunt as you drop the last set of boxes in front of your apartment door. After finally getting your needs for moving in, you take a break to catch your unsteady breathing. You took a long set of stairs because the elevator was not working. Scrambling through your jeans pockets, you find the key given to you.

You put the object in the keyhole, hearing a 'click', twisting the doorknob as you push the door open. You sigh as your eyes roam around the place, and it sure did look spacious and very empty. Too bad you didn't have a roommate to help you with moving in, so you had to do everything by yourself. Your eyes land on the clear large windows just near the balcony, you enter the room as you walk on the wooden floor, passing the marble kitchen counter.

You slide open the balcony door, the wind hitting your face. Birds fly in the clear blue sky, cars honking in the little busy street as you smile in peace. At least you got a nice view. And at least you were starting new.

-Flashback-

1 year ago…

“Fuck, that party was legit shit,” Your boyfriend laughs softly as his hand intertwines with yours and the other on the steering wheel of his car.

“Hoseok was going crazy on the dance floor." You giggle, gosh you shouldn't have not drank too much.

"Yeah, the man's got his moves- Jin was literally dying on the couch after Jungkook told him something." You wondered what Jungkook told Jin, but some things can't be revealed.

And then your mind travels to the scene where a couple of girls were staring at your boyfriend. Flirtatious glances and giggles were all sent to him, completely ignoring the fact you were standing by him, also not knowing you were his girlfriend. To make it even worse, the man flashed his dimples and bit his lower lip.

Being pissed at that moment was very right as you stomped on his feet, the wailing was loud and clear as the girls stopped talking and looked at him.

"Namjoon, are you alright?" You question him in 'fake' worry. Namjoon's face scrunches in pain, replying, "Ah, what the hell, you stepped on my foot Y/N!" He exclaims, grabbing his foot.

"Oh my god, I just saw what happened, let me help." A voice said aloud, one of the girls reach their hand towards your boyfriend's shoulder, but no way were you going to let her touch him. You step in front of Namjoon, blocking the girl's way. You cross your arms, taking a step forward, instantly saying, "Sorry, my boyfriend's off limits, he's alright though, you don't need to worry about him." You turn around, grabbing Namjoon by the arm as you purposely flip your hair, smirking as you enter the living room.

"Seriously, all of that for some girls?" Namjoon asks, still grabbing his foot.

"Not just some girls Namjoon, girls who clearly just want you and be yours." You hiss, giving him a look of disappointment. You huff, turning away from him. You suddenly feel a pair of arms pulling you back, holding onto your waist.

"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have done that Y/N, it was a joke at first, but please forgive me." You hear the soft plea in his voice, instantly giving in. Of course, you were going to forgive him, you just taught him a lesson.

"It's okay Joon, I love you." You hum, pecking his soft lips. “I love you too,” Namjoon looks at your lips before returning the kiss.

"What would you do if some guys did the same thing to me?" You pull back, this time reversing the situation.

“I would have kicked their asses,” his chin rests on your shoulder. Namjoon smiles before speaking again, “More shots?” He hums as you nod in agreement.

“More shots.”

Now you knew how you were effortlessly drunk. “Gosh it’s so quiet today,” Namjoon mumbles. Your eyes trail to the empty streets you were driving by, street lights flashed their bright white lights as the wind was picking up. It sure was quiet for a typical Friday night.

Vrooom

Your ears pick up a nearby noise, clearly loud, gradually getting louder, and louder. Your pupils constrict from the bright light, as you look to see what it is.

You gasp as it’s already too late, shouting, “Joon, watch out!” Another car speeds from the right side, immediately smashing into Namjoon’s car. The impact was brutal as it sent the car hurling in the air before dropping with a sickening thud, tumbling as glass shards were pricking your skin and your forehead bleeding.

The car was upside down as the tumbling stopped, and as you try to open your eyes, they instantly fall on Namjoon’s state. You try to pull yourself closer to him but you were stuck, your hands were only able to cup his face, as you start crying.

Namjoon was bleeding severely, and his eyes were closed.

“Joon, Namjoon.” You wake him up, his eyes fluttering open.

“Y/N…?”

“Oh my god Joon, w-we need to get out of this car, we need to go to a hospital.” You ramble, your hands wiping the blood away from his forehead.

“I love you Y/N.”

“What?” You look in shock as Namjoon’s head hits the steering wheel and his hand drops dead. Your heart thumps loudly as you try waking him up again.

“Joon, Joonie please wake up.” You continue crying, you try to hear a heartbeat by using his wrist but there was no pump, no flow…

No, no, no

You let out an involuntary scream, as your tears start to mix with blood. You can’t believe it at all, you won’t believe it at all. You try to pull yourself out of your seat but something was stopping to do so. You scream again, your throat feeling hoarse already.

The energy drains out of you, sweat dripping as your eyes start to shut down, and your hand falling on Namjoon’s cold ones.

Before falling into blackness, someone yells, “Someone call an ambulance, fucking hell!”

-End of Flashback-

The tears slip from the corner of your eyes. It was a year since that happened, and you're still not over it. You moved out of his apartment because you couldn't take it anymore. Too many memories to handle. You grip onto the black railings, trying to calm down your breathing, wanting to stop thinking about that day every hour.

Thump

Thump

You raise your head hearing the sudden clangour, you lean onto the railing using your back as you push yourself to see the floor above you. Curtains were covering the glass doors, but you expected some nice decoration. But there were no small tables or pot plants at all, it all just looked gloomy. That's all you saw before residing back to your normal position, though, you couldn't see much.

Walking back inside, you hear the thumping again.

Thump

Thump

You wondered if it were some couple... nope, probably someone doing something. You crouch down as you decide to open the first box as you find your clothes, shoes and some other personal stuff in it. And piled on top of it was a photo in a glass frame. The black colour outlines the shape. You glance at the small photo, protected by a golden frame, chiselled and swirled to make it look like a royal artefact.

Slowly standing up, you took a shaky breath. Your hands barely touched the frame, grazing past the sharp corners, alluring you towards the perfect picture that would stay in your heart forever. Your hands touched the glass that was covering it and the person you loved so much.

It was a snowy day as there were dark oak trees that were naked, shrivelled and covered in frosty snow. Namjoon was grinning happily, hands around each other's backs, the soft fabric you and he wore kept both of you warm during the chilly season, and the faded snowflakes flew in the background.

You hug the photo you loved dearly and then kiss the taken photo.

Your stomach grumbles as you groan. Gosh, you forgot to go to the groceries.

Well, nothing's better than a little takeout.

The evening flew by as you wipe the corner of your lips with a napkin. You were sitting cross-legged on the couch, currently watching a Netflix drama on your iPad. You were getting to the good part until a deafening racket scared you.

Your eyes follow the sound and it was still coming from the floor above you. Whoever was causing this ruckus really started to piss you off. For half the day you barely had any quiet time.

"That's it," you mumble "I'm going."

You leave your apartment room, stopping by the elevator. Your fingers were crossed, hoping they would work this time, and when you heard the ding, you were satisfied.

The doors slide open, as you step in and press the button to go up. The doors shut, feeling the elevator move, going upwards.

With another ding, you trek outside, eyes roving for the right door to knock.

Your apartment room was on the left side of the hallway, the very end, so you assume it should be the same for the person who was causing their racket.

Your sneakers scraped against the smooth tiles, shining in the light. The reflection reflects your steps as you stroll to the end of the hallway. One of the ceiling lights flickers, going on and off, repeating over and over again. It annoys you, sure it was a different colour but the repetitive movements made you feel weak.

It's always the sirens.

Your mind speaks, you put a hand on the wall, steadying yourself as you hang your head low.

It was your fault.

You shake your head, the words consuming you whole.

If you weren't so desperate to go home, you could have avoided the situation.

"No," you whisper, your hands going on your head as you keep shaking your head.

If you weren't so fucking stubborn, he still would have been here.

"NO!" You internally yell, crumbling down into a soft little ball.

They told me it wasn't my fault.

You notify your mind, attempting to convince it.

They told me it was the other driver's fault.

Not me.

Are you sure, Y/N?

Because it doesn't look that way.

The voice disappears, your tears stop trickling down your cheeks as you look up. The bright light finally ceased flashing. You sigh, trying to grasp the situation. Gosh that voice, that fucking voice never shuts up. You've taken medication, gone to therapy, done everything to stop yourself from seeing that day, to stop hearing that voice.

It just loved to pester you so much, it loved it when you lose your mind and become such a fragile mess. The voice loved to test your patience, and it loved you, even more, when you couldn't move on from the past.

You get up, wipe your eyes, and prepare to knock on the dark brown door.

Knock

Knock

Knock

No answer, of course.

You knock again, bellowing, "Hello?"

You roll your eyes dramatically, ready to leave until a crash made you jump.

Is someone hurt?

Without thinking twice, you seize the handle, thrusting the door wide open. It was completely dark, you step in, finding the main light.

You flicker it on, and your eyes widen. Glass, everywhere.

Weird, however so, there was no blood or blood-curling screams.

That wasn't even the weirdest part, all the broken glass was aligned in one straight line, all pointing to a room at the end of the corridor.

You wondered if anyone was behind that door, and they did all of this... but that wouldn't make sense if it was already dark and no way they could have done that in seconds.

You muster up all your courage, walking straight to the room. You hear a crunch or two, avoiding the glass which was structured so perfectly.

Perfectly to hurt anyone.

Just like you.

The door creaks quietly, presenting you with another dark room. Your search to find another light switch vanishes as sudden moonlight glides in. You gaze at a bookshelf, it looked centuries old. Dust covers the stack of books together until one caught your attention.

Take it

You flinch upon hearing a voice. A voice that was not yours.

You hesitate, but a glimmer grabs you back. You take the book, blowing and dusting the dust away, feeling the material. It was so hard and so rough, that it had to be a hardcover. It was chocolate brown, and the pages were thick and looked stained from the outside. However, there was no title nor a blurb.

What made it even more interesting was how you couldn't open the book at all. No matter how hard you tried, you failed immediately.

The lock.

Open the lock.

The voice whispered again, and you shivered. Your hands delicately traced a silver locket, a crescent moon shape designed on it, that looked like a miniature book. Just like the one you were holding.

As you fiddle with it, you open the lock. But there was a diminutive hole and, you press your thumb in it, not thinking distinctly.

"Agh, shit!" Something protruded a tiny hole on your thumb, the red liquid already springing. You drop the book, bringing your thumb immediately to your lips. The lights suddenly turned on and your heart skipped a beat. It was deadly quiet and for a second you thought you heard faint footsteps. You stand still, almost tripping over your own feet after something warm tickled your neck. You glance around the room, maybe the room itself was just stuffy.

Or maybe you were just imagining things.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You yelp, turning over to find someone.

“Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you,” a young feminine voice said. You gazed at her, she was conceivably in her twenties. She had fairly smooth skin, and sharp green ebony eyes, perhaps she wore lenses, and her hair was a dark chocolate brown curled just past her shoulders. Her lips were delicate and underneath her eyes were shady circles as if she hasn’t slept for days.

She wore a dark velvet green coat, golden buttons closed and shining in the light, matching the colour of her eyes. Her black pants looked silky and brand new, a golden belt, designed with miniature diamonds coiled around her waist. This person went someplace special or presumably met someone.

“My name is Jia, and um, as far as I know, you aren't allowed to be here- wait how did you get in here without a key?” You look at your surroundings, walking towards Jia until you noticed something.

“The glass... where did the glass go?” You mumble to yourself, eyes plummeting to the spotlessly clean floor.

“What?” You glance up, realising you haven't conversed with the girl at all.

“When I came in here there were shards of glass.” You pointed out.

“Well, when I came in here, there wasn't want any glass.” Jia retorts, this time seriously looking at you.

You shake your head, responding, “Right, um my name’s Y/N, I heard some noises up here so I thought I should talk to the owner but turns out they aren't here.”

Jia looked pissed and tired, tapping her foot impatiently. “So, no one told you that nobody lives here?” She says a matter of fact, scanning you up and down. You peer at yourself, knowing that your hair was messy and not brushed, making yourself look wild and your pants had sauce stained on them from today's early dinner. Now you kind of knew why she was here all looking serious with you. You looked like a nasty person who broke into someone's apartment.

You bite your lip, nodding your head. “Yeah, I’m new so I didn't know.”

Jia signals you to leave, turning off the lights. You both exit the place, the door shutting with a thud, large black numbers presenting ‘101’.

“You didn't answer my question...Y/N, I asked you how you came in here without a key?” Jia waits for your answer, gazing at you with large deep green eyes.

"When I knocked on the door, I heard a crash, thinking that someone was injured. It turned out the door was unlocked."

“I didn't mean to intrude.” You add, finally wanting to leave.

"Okay, maybe next time let a staff member know before entering someone's unoccupied room." Jia mutters quietly as she asks you another question. “Is that book yours?” You glance at the book, then at Jia, not realising that you were taking the object with you.

You didn't like Jia, this attitude of hers was annoying you. Why does she have to know if it's your book or not? Why does she care? This time you attempt a question at her.

"Do you work here?" You query with a raised eyebrow, folding your arms. Jia looked startled when she heard the unexpected question. She opened her mouth as she struggled to find the words to say.

"I got access to this building because my uncle owns it, and he granted me permission to access certain facilities." Jia mimics your step, confidently standing up in front of you. You lift your eyebrows even higher, laughing softly, taking small steps towards her.

“But do you work here?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then why do you care?”

“Because I can.”

“Then leave me the fuck alone.” You exit, leaving Jia speechless and irritated.

But you didn't notice how she fell, how it looked like someone pushed her.

You didn’t notice the smirking figure behind you.

But he noticed you.

You rub your eyes vigorously from being tired, dropping the book on your bedside table, just right in front of your and Namjoon’s photo. You turn the lights off, almost subsiding into a deep slumber, the fluffy blanket bringing you warmth. That was until you heard pages flipping. You turn the bedside table lamp on, discovering the closed book now wide open.

“What the-.” You grab the book, surprised to see black ink words in the middle of the blank page.

“You offered blood, and he has been released.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, repeating the words aloud.

“Whisper his name, and you will be his next feast.”

“Hide me from him, or he will kill you when he sees me.”

“Don’t be a fool, and listen, for the devil has come for you.”

“And its very existence is now in this room Y/N.”

The ink disappears, the book shutting itself. You bury it under your pillow, scared because the book has your name in it. Your eyes travel around the whole room, your own breathing heard and hot. It’s just a silly joke, you tell yourself.

It has to be fake, it’s a dream.

You shut your eyes, scrambling to cover the blanket over your head. The words repeating in your head, “And its very existence is now in this room Y/N.” WHO’s existence? Who is in your room right now? How the fuck does the book know your name?

Just sleep, Y/N, it’s probably a coincidence. Your voice tells you.

You agree to yourself, calming down and thinking about something else. You stop worrying and proceed to sleep, after all, it has to be a dream. You never found the book, you never met Jia, and you never certainly heard noises above you.

Poor you, you would want to wish this to be true.

You’ve fallen asleep in a couple of minutes, deep. The pair of black eyes watch you, his lips curling into a smirk. He feels his pointed tail moving in excitement, oh what fun he was going to have with you.

He wants to talk to you,

He wants to touch you,

He wants to love you,

Because you saved him from falling further into his nightmare. He wants your delicate lips on him, he wants you to repeat his name over and over again because he knows it’ll drive him crazy. He would do anything for you as long as you obeyed him. He just has to make sure you fall in love with him only. The demon is alive and back well, ready for you.

You were his next… victim? No, the demon shakes his head. You were his next lover.

Oh, what fun he was really going to have with you.

✨ tag games ✨

Say what you are wearing RIGHT NOW and tag the last 10 people in your notifications.

oversized epik high merch hoodie (sleepless), uniqlo sweater, white tee, black high-rise fleece leggings, happy socks

Tagged by @marauders-wifey here! (thank you!! NICE TO MEET YOU omg im sorry for creeping on your blog lmflakdfjlajg)

Tagging: @ugh-yoongi @manchuria @beulenda @stinglikeabie @amesperaltasantiago @twixxxpie @cashia @novaeatlas @birchandspruce @no-terms-and-conditions-apply

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

No Relation to Morals - I've actually been carting the plot/ending to this fic across fandoms for [checks watch] 5? 6? years so really it's 1/3 a full-grown adult now

Captive - idk I just really love mean dom managing director namjoon who will fuck you 401923098 ways to Sunday and then help you negotiate your comp lmfao

Combative - I also really love alien seokjin propagating sex pollen scenarios across the multiverse

Day in the Life - chaotic baby maknae line really just makes me soft

House of Serpents - there are like a handful of paragraphs in here that I don't cringe at upon rereading aND THAT TRULY IS A REMARKABLE THING U___U also I've never written a 50K+ fic before so this was an. experience.

Tagged by @yoongsisbae here (u guys this is the only person on Tumblr who can write about rock yoongi in a legitimately. compelling way. no fr he's a ROCK, U THINK I JEST BUT JOKE'S ON YOU, says luna) and @themochiverse here (ok but the way you ended the book of you and I, I AM SCARED AND THRILLED AND EXCITED all at once please, send help, sos)

Tagging @myooniverse @7nessasaryevils @winetae @kookiecrumb @/🍒anon (IF YOU SEE THIS! I HOPE YOU SEE THIS!)

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Tag 9 people you would like to know/catch up with.

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↳ ❝ [ lovingly tagging some writers i admire and follow] ¡! ❞ / "Are there any writers here you like and follow"

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Tagging: @bonvoyagenoona @btssavedmylifeblr @winetae @yoongsisbae @madseok @myooniverse @vyduan @xjoonchildx @reliablemitten and EVERYONE I FOLLOW, IM SORRY MY FINGER IS STARTING TO HURT so this list is definitely 10+ people short. im sorry.

NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

It is, sadly, my spouse [photo redacted] and the song is llama in my living room (THANKS TO ANON--)

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Tagging @7nessasaryevils @siredsong @myooniverse bc listen, I GOTS TO KNOW

Hoping this works🫠

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(Urs looks so cool!)

Me Vs my bias

Here’s mine 🙃

I had to do a purple hoodie on Jimin since it reminded me of his merch

Tell me how I did too!!

Tagging; @pinkcherrybombs @ratherbefangirling

Anyone else can do this as well✨

Game Link

Che's tag game.

Tagged by @bebejungkook

Me vs. my bias(es)

Tell me why I spent so long on my own outfit and then flew through my babies 😂 Yes me and Yoongi are twinning and are on a date with Butter Jimin 😚

Tell me how I did 👀💜

I tag: @parkdatjimin @heartbreakmotel13 @deepdarkdelights @tanniesgurl19 @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue @jiminniethemarshmallow @sunshinerainbowsbts @themochiverse @yoongsisbae and ANYONE AND EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO DO IT!! 😚