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macfrog · 27 days

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what are joel, sarah, ellie, and reader doing on a typical day like today?

i had an ickle answer for you, non, but then @mrsmando sent me a tiktok and said it was scom coded, and - well. here's what my babies were up to today.

the whole world 1.8k words | series masterlist warnings: lots of sickly-sweet family love, couple teeny mentions of ellie throwing up, joel's a flirt at the end

“…beautiful blue skies all day today with highs of eighty in some parts, cooling down into the sixties as we head into the evening…”

Your skin still smells like the pool.

Chlorine, chemical summer – and the sweet spritz of sunscreen. It’s still glistening, still shiny and tacky on your arms.

The girls were bathed the second you got back inside. Sleeves rolled to your elbows; suds slipping down swollen, sun-kissed cheeks.

One hand at Ellie’s back, the other swishing water at her tummy to make her giggle. Joel knelt at your side, wrestling with Sarah over a soaked sponge the entire time.

He kept wringing it over her head, cracking up at the look on her face – water dripping from the tip of her nose and her pouted bottom lip.

Mama, she announced – with a twang even sweeter than her dad’s – I ain’t talkin’ to Daddy no more.

You scoffed, nudging a rubber duck along the water to Ellie’s open hands. I’ll believe that when I see it, Duck.

As the water drained from the tub, Sarah let Joel bundle her in a towel and follow her – a trail of damp footprints along the hall carpet – into her bedroom to grab her pajamas.

Lasted long, didn’t it? you muttered to Ellie, swaddling her in a dino bathrobe.

It’s May. Everything is alive and bursting with color. The birds and the bugs and the static from the radio. The windchimes and the orange slices and the tickticktick of the neighbor’s kid’s bicycle, whirring past the house.

Your daughters giggle, sharing secrets through nuzzling noses and flashing toothless grins. Nearly seven and just turned one. All their mom’s beauty with their dad’s old soul, so you’ve been told.

You figure it’s just a flowery way of saying perfect. Everything about them is perfect.

Everything about this is perfect. The slow-setting sun, needling between the trees as she slips from the sky. The cool shade under the porch, the soft tinkle of ice in your glass. The scrape of the dog’s claws on the wood as she slumps down.

This life you’ve dreamt up, held together by string lights and hanging plants; made real by the trike parked over in the corner, the teething toy wetting the tablecloth.

It’s all so fucking perf–

A clatter echoes from the kitchen.

“Shit – Jesus –” Joel hisses, another crashing sound swallowing the rest.

Sarah peers up at you, eyes wide. Knees tucked under her chin, tiny in the chair beside you.

“Did you hear that?” you ask her, lifting your eyebrows. Doing your best not to break into a grin.

The corners of her mouth twitch. She looks just like you, in this light. Same cheeky smirk. You never really noticed it until you saw it on her.

“No,” she mumbles, pressing her lips into her knee. She giggles.

Your eyes thin. “Mhm.”

“Mhm,” she mimics, reaching for her Barbie.

You lean back in your chair, arms wrapping a little tighter around the toddler in your lap. “You sure you’re okay in there?” you call through the house.

Joel’s arm swats around the kitchen doorframe. “Fine,” he says. “Fine. It’s just – goddamn it – it’s fine.”

“Heard that,” Sarah says. She stares at the doll’s hair, combing it flat.

“Shh,” you whisper, hearing the creak of the floorboards.

Joel materializes on the porch, balancing three plates in his arms. A stained towel slung over his shoulder, his shirt loose and chest dappled with sweat.

“Alright,” he pants, bending to set yours down first.

Ellie twists in your arms, her green terrycloth spikes flapping as she turns. The hood slips over her eyes and you pull her free.

You grab her hands before she can slam two tiny fists into the ravioli. “Jesus, Nel,” you snort.

She pulls herself to her feet, swaying from side to side on your thighs. Watching Joel intently as he sets Sarah’s plate down, then his own.

He straightens, running the towel between his hands. “Can I sit next to Mama?” he asks his daughter.

She shakes her head. “I’m showin’ her my Barbies.”

“Can you show her them from your own chair, Duck?”

Another head shake. “How is she s’posed to see ‘em?”

His eyes flash up to yours. His expression sets like stone.

All these years, all that time you spent desperately trying to crack him. Chiseling away with tools made from jokes, from teasing. From frisbeeing his newspaper and aiming for his plant pots.

A little smile; a quiet, “How am I s’posed to see ‘em, Joel?” – and you melt him instantly.

He breathes a laugh, shaking his head as he wanders around the table. This huge, broad man, squeezing into the space by the windowsill. Dotted with toy animals and scattered miniature accessories.

He pulls the chair out and settles back into it.

You nudge his calf beneath the table.

Joel’s hands find your knees, slipping around them. He pulls your ankles into his lap, thumb trailing circles on your skin, and picks up his fork.

“Alright, Duckie,” you elbow her gently, “Barbies down. Look what Daddy made us.”

She fixes the pink pumps back onto the doll’s feet, straightens her spacesuit, and sits her carefully on the edge of the table.

Ellie blows a raspberry and collapses again into your lap. She yawns, turning to snuggle into your chest.

“You wanna try a little?” you whisper, blowing on a piece of ravioli.

She steals it from your fork and suckles on it. Her long lashes blink slower and slower until her eyes are closed, full cheeks still chewing.

Joel scoffs. “That’s her mom. Right there, that’s all you.”

“Fallin’ asleep with food in her mouth?” you chuckle, kissing her head. “Glad I’m leavin’ some legacy.”

“Uhuh,” he replies, tongue in his cheek. His eyes flash golden when they meet yours, brighter than the sun.

Ellie’s warm under your cheek; her skin still as soft and plushy as the day you met her. She quietens, stills as she drifts off. She’s solid in your arms – sturdier than her sister ever was at her age.

Or, as her uncle Tommy said, the first time he held her: She weighs a goddamn ton, don’t she?

She weighs nothing to you. Your arms were made for cradling her. Hips were designed to hold her. She’s the perfect size to fit in the crook of her dad’s arm. Her favorite game is being tossed in the air by him until she throws up.

“Ah-ah, Duck. Not right now,” Joel says, shaking his head. “Wait ‘til we’re done, or she’ll just beg.”

Sarah huffs, lifting her fork from the dog’s mouth. “Sorry, Shim.”

The shepherd trots around to Joel’s side, settling her chin on his thigh. She breathes a pleading sigh.

“I know, girl,” he ruffles her ears, “I ain’t fair to ya, am I?”

She falls to a heap under the table, and spends the meal pouncing at scraps Sarah accidentally drops.

The sky drains, the world darkening until you’re lit in shades of orange and gold; the candles flickering and stretching funny shadows across the porch ceiling.

Joel bribes Sarah with staying up later, so long as she helps him clear the table. She babbles away as they fill the sink with dishes; follows at his heels and catches him up on the politics of second grade.

He leans down to take Ellie – sound asleep and snoring – from you.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his lips, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he says, and kisses you. “C’mon, Duckie,” he groans as she climbs into his other arm. “Bedtime.”

Upstairs, you split off into the girls’ rooms. Shimmer follows you into Sarah’s, curling up at her feet in a nest of pink blankets.

Your firstborn is already tucked under her covers, her nightlight spinning hazy stars around the walls.

“How much do I love you?” you whisper, stroking her hair.

Sarah takes a few seconds to answer, sleep already overcoming her. “More…more ‘n the…” she yawns, “…more ‘n the whole world, Mama…”

“The whole world,” you repeat, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “Sweet dreams, little Duckie.”

Joel meets you in the hallway. He holds the baby monitor up. The screen lights; the fuzzy outline of your baby in her cot. Arms outstretched, above her head; fists balled and a determined frown on her face as she snoozes.

“Like a log,” Joel mutters, nudging you over to the stairs. “’nother thing she got from her mom.”

You smile – a loose, sleepy thing. “’s my girl.”

He follows you downstairs.

The reflections of the candles glint from each photo frame on the wall, lighting them one by one as you pass. First birthdays, first Christmases. Sarah perched atop a pony in Jackson; Joel in a suit holding Ellie, seconds before she spat milk down his tie.

Each one a tiny thread, linking you from who you were to who you are now. Stringing you together, binding the wound you never knew how to tend to.

At the bottom of the stairs, you feel a tug from your back pocket.

“Joel –” you giggle, stumbling into his arms. “We got dishes to – Joel –”

“Come on,” he whispers against your lips, stealing soft kisses. “It’s a nice night, let’s just sit for a while.”

He leads you out front and rocks back on the swing. He sets the monitor down at his feet and opens his arms. A goofy smile on his face, eyes twinkling.

You fold your arms. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I know. But I love you.”

Your breath catches, the way it always does. Almost seven years, two kids and a fucking joint mortgage – and it still catches you off guard when you remember.

He loves you. He always did.

“That’s what makes you the idiot,” you reply, stepping forward. You slip into his lap, knees either side of his hips, and link your arms around his neck. “Fell in love with your nemesis.”

“Hm.” Joel’s arms scoop around your butt. “All that time, I thought we were friends.”

You laugh, leaning in to him. “We were never friends,” you say, “I never wanted to be just your friend.”

His chest rumbles beneath yours. He presses more kisses into your neck, kneading your waist. He takes your jaw, pulling back to look at you.

This man, and the silver through his beard, and the marks on his careful hands. This man, who never looked surer of himself – never looked more like the gleeful kid you once spotted in a photo frame – than when he has one daughter in one arm and the other slung over his back.

This man, who once built you a closet in exchange for a fake date. Who, drunk on liquor and something more, followed you back to your hotel room and changed you forever.

Made you his, forever.

You forget what it ever felt like to be anything else.

#for the purposes of this fic it was sunny and dry in austin today #chats w max #anon #sweet child o' mine #joel miller drabble #joel miller x reader

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mysteryshoptls · 2 months

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SSR Cater Diamond - Platinum Jacket Voice Lines

When Summoned: This museum's been around for 100 years, huh～ Bet there'll be a ton of things to look at! Let's enjoy this together!

Summon Line: I'll just upload a pic of the outside of the building with the tags #ImASupporterNow and #MuseumPR... Perf, now it's posted!

Groooovy!!: Poor thing, adrift in a bottle～ Well, guess that's whatcha get.

Home: A 100th anniversary is pretty rad, huh?

Home Idle 1: From what I hear, the country ruled by the Queen of Hearts was super photogenic. My dorm's gotta make sure we live up to that!

Home Idle 2: Jamil-kun looked kinda faint looking at that golden scarab painting...

Home Idle 3: No flash photography inside the museum, huh. I'll have to be careful when I'm taking pics～ I should change the setting now before I forget.

Home Idle - Login: I always thought museums were pretty stuffy, but this is actually pretty fun. The building's got some character, so it might actually be a pretty good photo spot ♪

Home Idle - Groovy: Checkin' out paintings with someone's pretty fun because of all the conversation possibilities. It was pretty fun being able to chat with Ruggie-kun about makeup.

Home Tap 1: How well do I do in art class? My professor usually says I have a good eye for composition and color sense ☆

Home Tap 2: Look at the miniature Great Seven on these stickers! They're so cute I had to buy them. Maybe I'll stick them on my guitar case.

Home Tap 3: The Thorn Fairy's men were all dancing around the fire, huh. I wonder if Briar Valley has some kind of similar tradition. I should ask Malleus-kun.

Home Tap 4: Jack-kun says he is drawn to the painting where the King of Beasts is looking real regal. I think I like the one where he's relaxin' more～

Home Tap 5: Why're you just staring me down like that...? Ooh, did seeing your boy Cay-kun all serious about the exhibits captivate you? Ahaha, jk, jk!

Home Tap - Groovy: Ta-daa! Heeeere's Cay-kun in all his formal getup! Since we're both dressed to the nines, let's grab a selfie together ♪ C'mon, come and stand next to me!

Duo: [CATER]: Ruggie-kun, you gotta help me make this shot count! [RUGGIE]: Cater-san, please put away your phone!

Birthday Login Message: A little quiz for you, [Yuu]-chan! What do you think is Cay-kun's lucky charm for today? The answer is... a present! The more I get, the happier I'll be, my horoscope says～ That's why I'm on the lookout for people who might have presents for me. Are you that someone, [Yuu]-chan～?

Requested by @farfalla049.

#twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #ruggie bucchi #twst cater #twst ruggie #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: jamil #mention: ruggie #mention: malleus #mention: jack

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cameronspecial · 7 months

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Let Me Date You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: Rafe wants everything for their first date to be perfect, but unfortunately, it isn't.

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They were going to go for Mexican food on Friday night, but unfortunately, Y/N got sick and lost her voice. It disappointed Rafe greatly to have to postpone the date, but at least now he can make it absolutely perfect. The Mexican place he wanted to take her to is now closed for a private event, so he had to rethink his plan. He thought it would be the perfect opportunity to go to the most exclusive restaurant in town. He planned everything down to a t. It was the type of place with a pre-determined menu, so he had to make sure that the menu they had the night of their date was something Y/N would like. He made sure they shipped in the drink she liked. He made sure that he got her the perfect pre-date gift. She wasn’t the biggest fan of flowers, so he got her some of her favourite stationery she likes to use for her notes. This date was going to be perfect and he was going to make sure of that.

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The first thing that goes wrong is the restaurant reservation. “I’m sorry Mr. Cameron, but in our system, it says that your reservation is at eight,” the hostess apologizes, looking up from the screen. Rafe shakes his head, “No, no, no. That’s not right. I said seven. I confirmed with whoever I was on the call with that it was at seven. What are we supposed to do until we get a table?” Before the hostess can answer, Y/N steps in to help ease the situation. “It’s okay, Rafe. We can go back to your car and listen to some music. I have this great song that I think you would like.” She takes his hand and they head to his car to do as she suggests with him grumbling under his breath at the stupid person he was on call with. The next thing that spoils his evening is the menu being changed at the last minute. “And the entrée for tonight is a braised duck accompanied by a peanut sauce,” the waiter announces while pouring their wine.

Rafe’s fist clenches in anger. He specifically told the restaurant he needed to know about menu changes because of her allergies. Now, it makes him look incompetent to Y/N because she told him about her allergies. “Oh, I’m allergic to peanuts. Is there any way to not get the sauce on it,” she politely asks. The waiter gives a tight-lipped smile and shakes his head, “I’m afraid not, Miss. The chef doesn’t like when the meals are altered in any way.” “That is stupid, so you are telling me that my date can’t eat anything because your chef doesn’t want to have his feelings hurt,” Rafe argues, boring his eyes into the man. Y/N smiles at the waiter, “It’s okay. Is there any way we can get the check, please?” The waiter nods and heads to get their check for the drinks printed out.

She turns to Rafe with a smile, “It’s okay, Rafe. We can just go to the campus pub. We can share the nachos.” He wants to argue with her that he can fix this and with the chef that he needs to get rid of the nut sauce for Y/N. Yet, something in him tells him to do as she suggested. “I’m sorry. I just really wanted this night to be perfect for you, Angel. And everything seems to be going wrong,” he tells her, putting his hand in hers. She shakes his head, “I know you do, but I promise, it will still be perfect if we go to the pub. Honestly, I like greasy nachos way more than braised duck.” This calms his nerves a little and he pays the bill so they can leave.

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The pub is busy. Probably because of the hockey game playing on the TVs, but Y/N and Rafe get a table in the back corner. It’s more cozy and warm than the stuffy and cold exclusive restaurant. The date is going absolutely amazing. They’ve shared so much food. A burger. Nachos. Wings. Fries. They completely indulged themselves in not only food but also conversation. There is never a moment of silence and laughter fills the air. Rafe has to admit that this has been the perfect date. “I just wanted to say thank you for letting me date you, Angel,” he interrupts their conversation. He can’t help himself. He needs her to know how much this means to him because he thinks he found his soulmate. She leans in to give him a kiss and pulls away, “No need to thank me. You found me and I promised I would. But this has been an amazing date. I love it.” He has kissed a lot of people before, but he’s never kissed anyone who's built a fire in his stomach. It tells him what he needs to say next.

“I know it’s early, but will you be my girlfriend?” he inquires, begging the universe that she won’t say no. She grins at his nervousness, letting him be on edge for a second. When it looks like he is about to cry, she saves him from his panic. Her arms wrap around his neck, “Of course, I would love to!” They pull away from the hug to turn it into a kiss. Once they pull away, Rafe takes a napkin and looks around for a pen. “Here,” she offers, handing him one from her purse. She is so curious about what he is going to write. She watches as he writes down numbers for a list and then writes Rules To Be Rafe’s Girlfriend at the top of the napkin. Boy, does she not know what she got herself into.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

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atlafan · 1 year

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You’re about ready to kill him. There you are, sweating, chest heaving, mascara running down your cheeks, and he’s laughing. He’s got a drink in his hand and he’s snickering like a 12 year old boy that said the word fart and thought it was the funniest thing ever.

The evening started out with the two of you going to some big staff awards ceremony for your boyfriend’s company. Harry wasn’t sure if he’d win anything, but he knew he was nominated for a few, so he wanted to make sure you came with. Fine. You had no problem with that. It would be an excuse to get dressed up and have a fancy dinner.

Harry’s sort of a big deal at his company, but he’s very humble about it. He loves what he does. He doesn’t do it for the recognition. So when he won four awards, that were all voted to him by his colleagues, he was eternally grateful. He was a little tipsy by the last one, but so was everyone else. There was an open bar, and bottles of alcohol on the table itself.

There was word of an after party at another location. Fine. You and Harry both like to dance and have fun, and he was on such a high there was no way he would have been to just go home and go to bed. So, with a drink still in his hand, you climb into the back of the town car that his company was paying for. As soon as the door was closed, and the partition was up, Harry set his drink down and looked at you.

You’d been torturing him since the second he picked you up. You were wearing this incredible dress that was form fitting and left little the imagination. And because the material was so flimsy, you didn’t want to wear any underwear in fear of showing panty lines. It’s just one of those dresses that if you even wore a thong it would throw the whole look off. You explained this casually to Harry on the way to the event. He didn’t say anything so you didn’t think he cared all that much.

But you were wrong. So very wrong.

The look in his eyes told you that you were in for it. But you also knew that the club you were headed to is literally a ten minute drive away. What could he possibly do to you in ten minutes in the back of a car with a cheap partition?

“Do you want me to suck you off?” You ask coyly. “Because I’d be happy to give you some road head , Mr. Salesman of the Year.” You lean in and kiss him. You can feel him smiling against your lips.

“No, we’ll save that for later. Think I’ve got whiskey dick right now anyways.”

“Fair enough.” Just as you’re about to lean back into the seat, he loops his fingers around your forearm. “What?”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to fool around at all, sweetheart.”

“We don’t have a lot of time.”

“We’ve got…” He looks down at his watch. “Seven minutes. I think we both know there’s a lot I can do in that amount of time.”

You both launch on to one another. In all honesty, you wanted to pounce on him before you even got in the car, but you didn’t want to make him look unprofessional in front of some of the higher ups. A quick make out session is a perfect thing to hold you over until you get home later. Only, Harry has something else in mind.

He’s quick to get you on your back. You giggle as he struggles to tuck up the skirt of your dress. It’s tight around your thighs, but he eventually gets it up around your hips. Before you can tell him there’s not enough time for this, he parts your legs and spits onto your pussy.

“Don’t ever do this to me again.” He warns you. “Knowing you were sitting there all night, so easily accessible to me and I couldn’t do anything about it?” He gives your pussy a slap, jolting you. “Rude.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose.” You pout as he puts your legs over his shoulders. “I just wanted to look nice for your eve-ohhhhh my god.”

Harry is usually slow with you, usually gives you time to get worked up. But tonight, right now, he’s going full force. You tighten around his tongue and clutch at the headrest of your seat. Normally you’d grab at his hair, but you don’t want to mess it up. His curls are just too perfect tonight.

He wells up his spit, puts it right inside of you. You can feel it dripping down to your asshole. He sucks on your pussy and it feels so fucking good. His nose rubs and bumps against clit. You’re eternally grateful you found a man with a good pussy eating nose. His fingertips press bruises into your hips as he slurps and devours you.

He gives you one last good tonguing before coming up and kissing you. It’s filthy, but you can’t find it in you to care. He grips at your hair, yanking your head back so he has access to your throat. Two fingers plunge deep inside of you while his other hand squeezes at the sides of your throat. Your mouth falls open and your eyes start to water. His tongue swirls around yours, and you moan into him when he starts to really give it to you hard with his fingers. You’re so slick, you can hear the wet sounds between you. You raise your hips so he has a better angle, and he starts rapidly beating into your g-spot.

“H-Harry.” You say through gritted teeth.

“We’re gonna be there before you know it, come on.” He grunts, not letting up for a second. You wonder how his arm hasn’t gotten tired or how his fingers haven’t cramped. “Know you can do it. You’re always so good for me.”

“It’s too much.” You gasp when he lets go over your throat to rub your clit.

“You want to come sooo badly, can feel you squeezing around my fingers.” He looks down between them. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Harry.”

“I know, baby, I know. Feels so good, doesn’t it.”

“So good, so fucking good.”

Just as the car comes to a full stop, you come hard around his fingers. He doesn’t let up on your clit though, so after he pulls his fingers from you, you find yourself still having the sensation of orgasming, and you accidentally squirt onto his chest. Thank god his shirt is half undone.

“There we go.” He coos as you start to come down. There’s a tap on the window, and Harry rolls it down about halfway. You’re not even decent yet, so you kick him in the thigh. “Yes?” He chuckles at the driver.

“We’ve arrived, sir.”

“Thank you, we’ll be just a minute.” Harry looks back at you. You’re squirming as you get your dress back down. You look completely fucked. Your makeup is smeared, and your head is cloudy. He starts laughing.

“It’s not funny.” You grunt. “Stop looking at me like that. This is your fault! I’m going to look like an idiot.”

“Take your time to compose yourself, it’s not like we’re double parked or anything.” You were. You were double parked. You kick him again, which just makes him laugh more, only this time he turns to look out the window and bites his tongue to stifle his laughter.

“I’m going to get you for this. Just wait until we get back to my place later.” You use your phone to help you fix your face. “Making me squirt in the back of a cab. You’re insane.”

“It’ll be a fun story to tell when we get inside and we’re the last of the group to arrive.”

“What?” Your face falls when he opens the door to get out. He extends his hand to you and take it. “You’re not serious, are you? They don’t need to know me like that.” He doesn’t answer you as he helps you out of the car, double checking you don’t have any wet spots on your dress. “Harry.” He still doesn’t answer you. “Harry.”

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #blurb

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dollfaceksj · 6 months

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BDSMSBSKFNSKSNKSD A DOSE OF WHATENDKSBSKSND DND FKDNDKDNSKSMS. CLOVER IM DKS SLSNSLSNS SKS. OC IS PISSING ME OFF. WTF IS WRONG WITH U IS A PERF TITLE BC WTF IS WRONG W HER !!! WHERE TF THEM PILLS COME FROM !!!!

this was written in a hurry. didnt feel like bullet point format would fit w this chapter. its not my best work but i hope yall get the feel i was trying to convey <3 (i won’t answer asks that spoil the story! gonna wait a few days so i don’t spoil the other readers who arent active currently!)

tw: body image issues(!!!) very deeply rooted issues that majority of women n ppl go thru. u have been warned. <3

wc: 2k ish

can’t afford love | myg (m) #20

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“Why the fuck do you have a dose of birth control pills?”

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The instance the words leave his lips, your heart free falls—no, plummets—to the pit of the Earth. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. He shouldn’t have found out this way.

You can’t bring the anxious quiver in your lips to stop when your mind travels at lightning speed trying to come up with a response. An explanation. An excuse. A lie.

But nothing comes out.

There’s nothing that you can bring yourself to say.

You messed up.

Are you even sorry? Or are you Just sorry you got caught?

Your eyes mindlessly stare at the box of pills like it’s going to vanish into thin air and you desperately want to witness it.

Doesn’t happen, though. The box stares back at you like it’s mocking you. Laughing in your face whilst being in his grasp.

He says your name. Quietly. Angrily. Repeats it when you don’t respond. Sounds like his voice is inside your head yet it also sounds like it’s coming from a galaxy that is seven million light years away.

After what seems like ages—which in reality was just a few seconds—you finally find the voice in the back of your throat that seemingly abandoned you in your time of need. “It’s an old box of pills and besides, why are you snoopi–”

“The label says you bought these two days ago. I’m not fucking stupid.” The words don’t just roll off his tongue, they launch out of his mouth like a spear. Penetrates your chest. The tip of said deadly spear nudges at your heart. Pokes it a little. Maybe makes it bleed a little, you’re not too sure.

Your panicked gaze slowly shifts to meet his angry eyes after he aggressively throws the box back onto your dresser.

“And if you’re going to berate me for snooping, someone has been trying to reach you. Called you 3 times. Just went to check to make sure it wasn’t an emergency.” He steps aside and nods towards your purse, which is now lying on its side, wide open with the contents spilled out. Your phone. Lip gloss. Wallet. Tube of Vaseline. 3 q-tips. Pack of gum. Few loose pain killer capsules.

You slowly start shaking your head and take a small step back, hoping to enlarge the distance between the two of you that you had tried to close just a few moments ago. “You won’t get it, so just–”

“No,” he says as he stomps to you, wrapping his hand around your bicep to stop you in your tracks. “You’re going to stop fucking lying to me. What the hell has been going on with you? Why are you acting like this?”

You try to wiggle your arm out of his grasp but he doesn’t let you go that easily. Tightens his grip. Enough to keep you still. Doesn’t hurt, though.

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“Let me g–”

He pulls you a little closer. Not in a romantic way. In a don’t-you-move-an-inch way. “Why won’t you just talk to me? I don’t understand why you keep pushing me away.”

Swallowing is starting to feel like sandpaper scratching its way down your esophagus. “Please, just– stop.”

He shakes his head, damp black hair swinging back and forth. Water dripping off his ends onto his shoulders like shiny pearls. They drop onto the fabric of his shirt, creating tiny little polka dots that are darker than the color of his shirt. “No, I won’t stop. You’re crossing the fucking line and you know it.”

He’s got you. That much is clear.

The silence that envelops around you is so prominent. Heavy. Wraps around you. Kind of like you’re a fetus in a pregnant belly.

Heat starts rising to your nose and cheeks, enough for you to realize that you’re starting to get emotional. Doesn’t take much longer for tears to start rolling down your cheeks.

Is there any point in hiding it now?

“You’ll never understand, Yoongi.” You shake your head as you bring your hand up. Wipe your nose with the back of your hand. Sniff softly.

His chest deflates as he heavily exhales. Feline eyes soften for a moment before his brows pinch together again. “Then make me understand.” His voice is still angry. Furious. Fuming.

“Nothing’s been the same for me, don’t you get it?” you shakily murmur, finally wiggling out of Yoongi’s grasp but not bothering yourself to get rid of the proximity between you two. Somewhere there’s comfort in it. “I know I shouldn’t have got those, I fucking know. But what you don’t know is what it feels like, okay?”

“Like what fee– What the hell are you even talking about?”

You cut him off. Burst out. “I feel disgusting, okay?”

His frown deepens. Eyes never leave you. The intensity on his features keeps you glued to the floor beneath your bare feet.

Before he can even respond, you continue with your outburst. “You don’t know what it’s like to have been the it-girl, to have been looked at and craved by any- and everyone and to now look and feel like this.”

It’s the truth. Yoongi was the king of your college because he had you. You made heads turn. You made guys fight their best friends. You made girls copy your clothes and makeup.

And now, here you are. Gotten rid of a full-length mirror in your bathroom because you hated seeing yourself naked.

Silence prevails once again. Just for a few moments that feel like centuries.

His expression doesn’t change. “Like what?”

“Ugly! Fat! Disgusting! Don’t you get it? My hair fell out, I have stretchmarks and scars all over my body, my tooth fell out at one point, my boobs are saggy, I don’t feel like taking care of myself. I burst into tears whenever I even remotely look at myself.”

You continue, pointing an accusatory finger at Yoongi and press it into his chest until he winces. “And don’t you fucking get it wrong. I fucking love Jun. I would do it all over again. I love being his mother and there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, that I’d change it for. But nothing prepared me for this. I haven’t gone out, I haven’t done anything. I bring Jun to daycare and pick him up and that’s it.”

You start backing away from him. Lips still quivering and brows furrowed in hurt.

As you approach your bed, you sink down. Bury your face in your palms. Sob a little. “But then we started being intimate again and you made me feel so beautiful. So wanted. I didn’t see it coming at all. Like everything I was seeing was a lie and everything you saw was the undeniable truth.”

You take a shaky breath to continue, “I meant it when I said I wanted the baby, that was never a lie. I wouldn’t lie about that. But as we kept having sex, you just…” you sniff, “made me so addicted to the way you made me feel. Made me feel so good physically but also like I was the most beautiful woman on the planet.”

Your eyes involuntarily shift up to meet his but in the instance you do, you regret it.

He’s frowning. Black eyes staring you down. Arms crossed over his chest. Looks like his mind is racing at a million miles a minute.

You drop your head again, hurt coating your voice. “I got scared. Scared that I’d get pregnant when I was finally starting to gain some of my self esteem back. Scared that I’d have to end our arrangement and we wouldn’t have that anymore. That I wouldn’t see you anymore.” You steal another glance at him before shifting your eyes back to the floor. His face is still the same. “I decided to get birth control the day before the award ceremony. I swear, I just wanted to delay the pregnancy only by a month or two. I just wanted to feel okay for a little while longer.”

It’s quiet. Really quiet. Your vision is blurry. Makes the floor look like a pool of blood thanks to the bordeaux rug. Makes his feet look like two hazy clouds.

You hold your heart when he finally speaks up. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Ugh.

He doesn’t get it. He will never understand. Never.

“Because it’s humiliating! It’s embarrassing. I…” You exhale deeply in an attempt to compose yourself. “I’m ashamed, okay? The man that once saw me as the queen of the world has to see me come down to this? I didn’t want you to think of me as this… this pathetic, insecure woman. I didn’t want you to think ‘is this really what I once loved?’.”

The frown on his brows deepens. He kind of looks genuinely offended but still tries to keep the rest of his expression as neutral as possible. He’s failing, though.

Not possible when the line between his brows looks deeper than the Pacific Ocean. When his lips twitch like he wants to yell. When the veins in his neck look like they want to pop out of his skin.

You take a deep breath after the explanation. Hang your head down. Wipe your tears with your palms. Sniff quietly. Allow a soft sob to escape your system—which makes your frame tremble slightly.

All those days, weeks, months that you spent hating yourself. Mourning the you that once was. Mourning the Yoongi that loved you.

It all comes back to you in the form of tears. Sobs. Pain.

It’s so quiet that you hear him preparing to speak. The way his lips kiss his teeth. Clears his throat. He says your name. Once. Twice. Sighs when you don’t react.

Then he gently places your phone in your lap.

Mom

Missed call (5)

You sniff and wipe your nose clean. You clear your throat and dial her number. Hold your phone to your ear. Sigh softly before you let out a croaky, “hello?”

Yoongi turns his back to you. Sighs loudly as he runs his hands through his hair and tries to process all the information you just dumped on him.

Your mother sounds distressed on the other side of the line. “What the hell took you so long?”

“Sorry, I was in the showe–”

“Stop, stop,” your mom pauses. “You need to get to the hospital right now.”

Your heartbeat stutters in its rhythm. You shoot up from your seat right away. The back of your phone becomes slimy from the amount of sweat your palm has produced.

Goosebumps pop out of the upper layer of your skin. “What? The hospital? What happened?” The turmoil in your soul makes all of your limbs shiver.

Yoongi’s head snaps towards you. Horror is written all over his face. Lips parted in shock and body frozen in a state of panic.

“Just get here. I don’t want you to drive recklessly.”

You reach for your clothes as you tilt your head to your shoulder to keep the phone trapped as you slide your pants onto your legs. “Mom! I’m gonna drive recklessly now anyway! Tell me what happ– Oh, God. Is it Jun? Did something happen? What happ–”

Your mother cuts you off. “Stop it! Just get here.”

“Mom, I swear, you’re gonna tell me what the hell happened to Jun right no–”

A big pair of hands grab you by the shoulders and shake you out of your state of panic. At least they try to. Your eyes shift up, meeting black concerned eyes that are begging you to just listen to your mother for a moment.

The other line goes silent. Just for a few seconds.

“Jun had a seizure.”

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🌕luna nova: sim jake

a vampires bleeding series: three / seven

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 4.9k

synopsis: with dorian after jungwon and jay's mates, the boys and the humans travel to the countryside in hopes of laying low and figuring out what dorian actually wants. you and your twin brother take them into your family's spare house. after learning about their true reasons for leaving the city, more unfortunate events unfold causing the boys to seek help from another source.

genre: acquaintances to lovers, vampire!jake, half vampire!reader, angst, some spice.

warnings: mentions of blood and death, swearing, fire, cute jake ♡

Jake hung his head back, legs slightly lifted and hands gripping the tree branch to keep his balance.

The sky is a mixture of orange and red, the moon slowly lifting in the distance.

“It’ll be a new moon soon,” Jake whispered to himself.

Sunghoon sat beside him, an old Nikon camera held to his face.

“Capturing it?” Jake asks, his best friend adjusting the camera angle.

“Of course,” Sunghoon sassed, “Why wouldn’t I?”

Jake chuckled, “Try getting the angle upside down, it’s still pretty this way.”

Sunghoon glared down at him, “That’s stupid.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Jake teased, “You wouldn’t know unless you tried it.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, flipping around into the same position as his friend, holding the camera back to his eye.

“This isn’t actually that bad,” Sunghoon admitted, “Just need the perf-“

“YOI!!”

Jungwon dropped down from the branch above, shoving his face into Sunghoon’s camera.

“Capture me instead, Hyung.”

“When did you ever get here,” Sunghoon snapped, palming Jungwon’s forehead, and shoving him out of the way.

“Just now,” Jungwon sang, connecting his feet back to the ground.

Jake sat up, “Where’s the others?”

“Should be here soon.” Jungwon hummed.

“You’re more annoying, where’s __?” Sunghoon once again tried to capture a photo of the sunset, just for Jungwon’s face to get right back into the frame.

“She’s with Jay and __,” he shrugged, “My mate is tired of me.”

Jake rolled his eyes, “That’s impossible.”

Jungwon’s eyes lit up, “she’s here!”

Jake watched the younger runoff, his hands instantly locking onto his mate, embracing her close to him, their smiles ear to ear.

Jay’s arm was also wrapped around his mate. Jake swears he’s never seen Jay smile as much as he has with her. Their stubborn Jay, is always so serious and self-hatred for what he is just to have folded so easily under her.

Jake dropped his head in his hands, watching his brothers with their soulmates. A small pit of jealousy forms.

“Jake, Sunghoon, come down,” Heeseung waved to the two of them, “We need to start this meeting.”

—

“Wait, you want us to move?” Niki questioned, clearly not liking the idea.

“It’s what will be best for our pack,” Jungwon crossed his arms, “We have more to protect besides just each other now.”

Jake twirled his rings around his fingers, taking in the information.

Sunghoon sighed, “Where will we go now? What about our jobs here? School specifically for Niki?”

“I’ll move if I don’t have to graduate high school again!” Niki raised his hand, “I’ll gladly move if so.”

“Unfortunately for you,” Jay’s stubbornness at play, “You’re stuck in a seventeen-year-old body, if you don’t attend high school it’ll make it more suspicious.”

“Not to mention he still acts seventeen,” Heeseung teased, “No one would ever guess that he’s almost two hundred and ten years old.”

“Says you old man.” Niki teased back.

Jake laughed along with the banter, happy that it’s been this peaceful.

“Any other sightings of Lilly?” Sunoo brings back the topic, “Or any other that could be connected with Dorian?”

Jay’s jaw clenched at the mention of their names, his mate also tensing at the mention, “No. I’ve searched everywhere. Asked around. It’s like both have disappeared.”

“It’s been almost three months, but we can’t continue to peek over our shoulders,” Heeseung sighed, “Dorian knows where we work, where we all live, where the girls attend college��we need to do what’s best for the pack.”

“And that’s leaving?” Sunghoon asked, “Again, where would we go?”

“The countryside,” Jungwon nodded, “It’s away from the city, no one will know who we are.”

“Or what we are,” Jake mumbled, still twisting the rings around his fingers.

“Jay and I already found a clinic we will both work at and even a high school for Niki.” Heeseung teased the younger.

Niki groaned, dropping his head into his hands, “This fucking sucks.”

“The girls will have a good small community college to continue studies,” Jungwon wrapped his arms around his mate, “Gotta keep this pretty brain learning.”

“Already smarter than you, Wonnie.” She teased.

“Baby, I have so many years on you, don’t even.”

“Anyways,” Jay ignored the lovebirds, “The countryside would be the best bet for us right now. There is also someone who has some knowledge about Dorian, she can keep us up to date.”

“Another vampire?” Jay’s mate asked.

With a shake of his head, he answers, “No, she’s a dhampir.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, “Who?”

—

You pulled the string back, narrowing your vision down to the target, taking a deep breath in, releasing the string and your breath in one go.

The arrow flew across the field with a quick snap, hitting the target dead in the center.

You smirked, relaxing your arms.

A snap of a twig caught your attention, quickly grabbed another arrow to the bow, string touching your cheek, and whipped around to the sound.

“Woah woah! Calm down there Y/N, Jesus.”

“Archer, I swear to god!” You snapped at your twin brother, lowering your bow, “What if I took your head off!?”

“I’m way too quick, you’d miss.”

You pointed a finger at the target, “I don’t miss.”

Archer glared off at the target, ignoring your comment.

“Anyways, they will be here tomorrow morning,” Archer says, “We need to clean out the spare house.”

You turn and face the target again, pulling the string back, “Why don’t you go clean it? I’m busy.”

Archer groaned, “No, you’re helping. You know who they are after all.”

You released the arrow, it once again hitting the middle, “I knew them,” you corrected, “It’s been like a hundred years, they are probably completely different people.”

Archer sighed, “Y/N, please.”

You couldn’t resist the pout your brother gave, “FINE!”

He smiled wide, following behind you towards the spare house.

“You’re lucky you have a good older sister like me.” You teased him.

“You are literally five minutes older.”

Cleaning the spare house took longer than you wanted, but alas it was done.

“Why did you agree to have them stay here?” Archer asked, sweeping the last bit of dusk into the dusk pan.

You shrug your shoulders, “The way Heeseung and Jay were talking, it seemed important, the least I could do.”

Archer slumped onto the couch, “Why are they coming out here? City too much for them?”

You shrugged again, “I didn’t ask.”

Archer narrowed his eyes at you, trying to read your very good poker face, “You’re lying to me.”

You looked away from your brother, “I really don’t know.”

Archer knew he couldn’t press anymore, and let it at that, excusing himself to go home and sleep.

The boys arrived sooner than you expected that next morning.

You leaned against the wooden post on the porch, crossing your arms as their car pulled up to the house.

You caught two other scents with them, two you didn’t recognize…two that aren’t vampires.

One by one, the seven of them trailed out of the van, two female humans following behind.

“Lee Heeseung, you didn’t tell me you were carrying humans with you!” you snapped, your mood completely changing.

Jungwon and Jay quickly pulled the females behind them, giving you glares.

You notice immediately, your body and mood relaxing.

“You didn’t say you had mates, I only prepared blood bags for you seven.”

Jake held up two bags worth of food, “We went shopping when we got into town.”

You studied him, his half smile sending flutters in your stomach.

“Long time no see, Y/N.” His Aussie accent was as adorable as ever.

You nodded, “Indeed it has been,” you looked between the other boys, stopping back at Jungwon, Jay, and their mates, “Please come inside.”

Everyone settled in one by one, the boys all drinking from the bags.

Jungwon’s mate wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, her smile never once fading from the sight of seven vampires drinking blood from bags.

Jay’s mate was even more unphased. She seems just as stubborn as Jay is.

“Never thought I’d see you two with mates,” You said leaning against the dinner table, laying your head in the corner of your arm, “Mostly nice to know someone can tame that stubbornness of yours, Jongseong.”

Jay shot daggers through you, “Don’t you have something better to be doing than hanging around here?”

You sat up, giving him a smug smile, “Nope! I want to know why you’ve come to me begging to help hide you here in my parents' spare house, along with your mates.”

The room went quiet, you looked at each of them one by one.

“Someone better speak up.”

“It’s Dorian,” Heeseung finally answered.

Your heart stopped at the name, “Why the fuck are you here!” You stood up from the table, staring Heeseung down, “What the fuck is going on?!”

“He’s after my mate,” Jungwon was the first to speak up, “He tried to take her from me.”

“And he almost drowned and killed mine,” Jay spoke in the calmest voice you’ve ever heard. Pulling his mate's hair back, revealing two scars on her neck, “He drank every ounce she had and dropped her off a cliff.”

You watched as Jay dropped his forehead to hers, his jaw clenched tightly.

Jungwon also brought his mate closer to him, their hands intertwined.

You sat back down, “Dorian wants your mates, and probably wants you all dead.”

They all nodded.

“He joined up with Lilly,” Sunghoon chimed in, “He must have something else planned besides tearing our pack apart.”

“And you came to me, why?” You asked.

Heeseung sighed, “We needed someplace safe, mostly for the girls. But for the safety of our pack. Y/N, you’re the only one who can help.”

You crossed your arms, squeezing yourself tightly, “What if he finds you all here? He’ll kill us too!” You took a deep breath in, “I have Archer to protect.”

“Please, Y/N,” Jungwon asked, with pure desperation on his face.

“Ugh! Fine! If he shows up, I’m leaving you guys here alone.” You quickly stood up, heading for the door, “I apologize deeply for what Dorian has caused for you all, but if he’s planning something, we all need to discuss that soon.”

You stormed off to your house in a second, grabbing your own bag of blood from the fridge and dropping onto your couch, nearly scaring Archer to death.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, “Did they settle in fine?”

You nodded, the iron liquid making its way into your system.

Archer could sense how pissed off you were from the beginning, “Y/N, what is wrong? Why are they here?”

You shrugged, not wanting to talk about it.

Archer rolled his eyes, groaning, “I’ll go ask them myself.”

“Dorian.”

Archer laughed, “You’re joking, nice joke.”

“I wish I was,” you sighed, “He’s after their mates and wants to kill them all. They are here to hide.”

Archer stood to his feet, “What if Dorian follows their scent here?!”

“Trust me Arch, I know!” You snapped back, “All we can do is pray the witches' spell they put on this town helps hide their scents.”

Archer started pacing back and forth, “What else did they say?”

“Lilly joined him.”

Archer groaned again, sitting down on the floor, “Y/N, we have lived peacefully…”

“Archer you don’t have to tell me this,” you rolled your eyes.

“Do I need to remind you what Dorian did?!”

You stood up quickly, your index finger dug into your twin's chest, “Shut up, Archer.”

“He killed our parents!!”

You walked away from him, opening the front door ready to sprint away.

“Dorian killed your mate!”

You stopped in the doorway, staring down at the wooden steps, and a pair of shoes suddenly appeared.

Your eyes followed up on who they belonged to.

“Y/N,” his soft Aussie voice whispered your name.

“Don’t, Jake.” you pushed past him, running as fast as you could.

—

Jake found you by the pond, watching the fish swim in circles.

“Y/N…” Jake whispered.

You turned around and looked at him, “What do you want?”

“We were friends once which seemed like a lifetime ago…I didn’t know about your parents or your mate.”

You looked away from him, moving your knees to your chest, “It was after you guys found Niki and left that city to get away from Dorian. We moved out here to do the same. We weren’t so lucky.”

Jake sat beside you, “Do Heeseung and Jay know?”

You nodded, “That’s why they didn’t want to tell me over that phone call why they needed to come here.”

Jake twisted his rings again, “What does it feel like? What did it feel like?”

You looked over at him, “You mean having a mate, and what it felt like losing them?”

Jake nodded.

You took a deep breath in, staring off at the water and its movement from the wind.

“It’s exactly like they all described,” you hug your legs tighter, “Being a dhampir, I didn’t think I could even feel all the parts of having a mate.”

Jake also pulls his legs to his chest, leaning his head on his knees, putting his full attention on you.

“My father, the vampire side, always talked about the knot that connects you. My mother, my human side, always talked about the warm feeling you get, how the butterflies flutter and your words jumbled together. That you’ll know you found your soulmate.”

You looked at Jake, giving him a soft smile, “I didn’t think I would even have a soulmate, who could love something like me? Half monster, half human…”

“Okay Jay,” Jake teased, “Everyone is capable of love.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thank you Captain Obvious!”

He smiled, “It’s true!”

“Anyways,” you looked away from him, feeling your face slightly flushing, “When I met him, I knew immediately. That knot tied together, pulling me to him. But I also felt that warm feeling, the butterflies and I could barely speak.”

You looked down at your shoes, fighting hard to continue the story.

“But Dorian came, wanting the witch's spells that my parents were protecting. Obviously, he didn’t get what he wanted and killed them. My mate happened to witness the murder and Dorian…”

Jake tucked his lips between his teeth, knowing exactly what happened without you even having to say it.

“I was at the market with Archer, and we both felt the connection to our parents fade. But when Dorian took him from me…”

You clenched the fabric over your heart, the pain resurfacing, “I felt that knot snap. I felt his last breath. And then there was nothing. My colorful world turned dark. My reason for living…gone.”

Jake tried to find the right words to say, knowing nothing could even help.

Jake clearly doesn’t have a mate. He doesn’t understand how it would feel to have one or lose one.

But he fully understood now why Jay and Jungwon have gone to these measures to protect their own.

“I obviously still have Archer,” you continued, “He was there to help keep me from going off in the deep end. It was Archer's idea to have the witches in the neighboring town conceal our scents here to protect us and the rest of the people living here.”

Jake sat up straight, “Wait.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Yeah?”

Jake stood to his feet, “I know what Dorian could possibly be wanting.”

—

Heeseung covered his mouth deep in thought, “Y/N, what other information can you gather about the witches?”

You shook your head, “I don’t know, we just grow the crops and take care of the land and send them herbs when they ask to keep them protecting us.”

“He wants the spells for something,” Jake jumped in, “He clearly does. It would make sense why he’s been feeding as much as he has lately, to build strength.”

“Then what would he want with me?” Jungwon’s mate spoke up, “He never met me before until that night.”

“It must be our blood type,” Jay’s mate chimed in, “Jay said when we met that he can tell my blood type based on the smell, I’d assume it’s the same for you all?”

Everyone except you nodded, you weren’t so blessed with that side of the vampireness.

“So that clearly means, these witches spells that he wants,” Sunoo put the pieces together, “Needs a specific blood type for it to work. knowing Dorian, he has __ blood from when he almost killed her.”

Jay’s mate looked away from the table. You could only imagine what she could have felt that night.

Jake crossed his arms, rubbing his fingers on his chin, trying to put more puzzle pieces together.

He looked over at you, studying your face as if looking at you would unlock all the secrets of the world.

And then it actually did.

Jake took a deep breath in, your scent flowing through him.

“He also wants Y/N.”

You look at him, confused, “What would he want with me?”

Jake tilted his head, “You also have that blood type he needs, on top of where to find the witches for their spells. The only reason you’ve been safe is because of the protection spell.”

Your body went still. Everything is connected.

“That makes sense why he always disappeared for months at a time,” Jay tapped his finger on the table, “He is going back and forth between trying to take our girls and find Y/N.”

“Good thing we came here then,” Jungwon leaned onto the table, “Now we know what he’s after, we have to find the witches before he does. He must know we skipped town by now.”

“I can go tomorrow,” you said, “I know how to get there, but we all can’t go together.”

“Why not?” Jay’s mate questioned, “Safety in numbers?”

“That’s not how witches work, babe.” Jay sighed.

“Witches and vampires don’t get along,” Sunghoon explained, “They will notice seven full vampires and a dhampir, they will conceal themselves and either kill us when we get too close or flee.”

You nodded, “They will more than likely flee due to the fact you all are in a pack, they won’t stand a chance if they fight you all. Which is why I need to go alone.”

“No,” Jake protested, “you’re not going alone.”

You glared at him, “They know me.”

“And once you leave this town, Dorian could pick up your scent.”

You hated to admit that Jake was right. The witches only were protecting this town, and their town, not in between it.

“I’m going with you.” Jake couldn’t let you do this alone.

And you knew you couldn’t stop it from joining.

“Okay,” Heeseung said, “we will come up with a more solid plan in the morning.”

Everyone agreed.

“Can I-“ Niki started.

“No.” Heeseung and Jay said at the same time.

Niki stood in silence, looking between the two of them, “What?”

“You start your first day of school tomorrow.” Heeseung teased the younger.

Niki pouted, “Hyung, you’re joking?”

Heeseung gave him a smile, “Go to bed.”

—

Jake sat against the wall on the bed, trying to go through his own game plan for the following day.

He couldn’t explain it, but after seeing you after all these years was messing with his head.

You've filled his every thought. It even surprised him that he was so quick to join you tomorrow.

Jake ran his hands through his hair, his stomach doing flips.

There was a knock on the door, startling Jake out of his thoughts.

“Yeah?”

You opened the door, peeking your head through, “You’re still awake?”

“Obviously.”

You slipped inside the room, slowly closing the door behind you.

You leaned against the wall, studying him and his white t-shirt and plaid-designed boxers.

“You look like you are getting ready for bed?”

Jake shook his head, “Too deep in thought to sleep.”

“Getting cold feet about tomorrow? Sim Jaeyun?” you teased him, your heart did a flip as he bit his lower lip with a small smirk.

“Haven’t been called that in a while,” Jake looked down at his hands, his fingers once again twisting his rings.

“I was one of the only ones who called you by your actual name.” you brought the memory back.

Jake nodded, “We didn’t know each other very long then, did we?”

“Yeah, it was a very short time in that town.”

“I guess one thing about being immortal is having to skip around because locals notice you aren’t aging,” Jake leaned his head against the wall, “You at least still age.”

You softly giggled, “Yeah I guess I was blessed in that department, I still age but it’s just slower.”

“Gives you a better chance at living an actual life.”

“How long were you guys in the city?” curiosity filled you.

“Oh shit, awhile,” Jake let out a small whistle, “We moved around a bit into different areas, but once Heeseung and Jay made their names at the hospital and clinic, it made it harder to move.”

You nodded, “It’s good you were able to stay in one place for a bit longer, ya?”

Jake softly smiled, “Yeah. Eventually, we were all able to leave what we ended up calling the safe house and got our own places. Heeseung and Jay had their own separate places. Sunghoon and I lived together. Niki was with Sunoo. Jungwon kinda just floated.”

“I always forget that Jungwon is your pack leader.” You laughed.

“Why? Is it so hard to believe?” Jake pulled his knees to his chest, waiting for your answer.

“No, Jungwon is perfect for it,” you quickly spat out, “I don't think anyone else could corral you guys like him.”

Jake nodded in agreement.

The room fell silent. Jake could hear how fast your heart was beating.

“Why is your heart beating so fast?” Jake tilted his head, his hair slowly falling from its part.

You tucked your lip between your teeth, breaking eye contact with him.

How do you admit to an old acquaintance that he’s been making your heart go crazy from the moment he stepped foot out of the van? That even all those years ago you may have had a small crush on him.

Jake could see the blush on your skin, the goosebumps on your skin, and how your chest moved with your increased breathing.

“Y/N.”

You looked up at him, the look of want was on his face.

“Come here.”

And that’s all it took. You were on him in a second.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, lips touching his as if your life depended on it.

Jake’s hands squeezed your hips as he pulled your body even closer to his.

The mutual pining that was between the two of you was driving Jake up a wall.

Jake slowly snaked his hands under your shirt, resting them on your back,

You didn’t know what came over you, you reached for the hem of Jake’s shirt, quickly sliding it up and off his body.

Your hands slid back down his bare chest, fingers tracing his abs as you shoved your tongue down his mouth.

Jake felt himself losing control, the mixture of the hormones and your blood was like a drug to him.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

Jake wrapped your legs around him, quickly changing positions, and laying you on your back.

Chills went down your spine. You cling to his bare back, softly letting out a moan.

“Fuck fuck fuck…” Jake groaned into the crease of your neck, leaving small kisses trailing up to your jawline.

Jake wanted you. Oh, he wanted you.

And you wanted him.

But the thoughts of losing your mate came too, causing you to slide right from underneath Jake and back to the door.

“I’m sorry…” Jake said, quickly pulling his shirt back over his head.

“No it’s my fault,” you turned away from him, “I just…”

“It’s about your mate.”

You nodded, “I lost my soulmate, but you still have a chance to find yours, don’t waste any time on me.”

That was the last thing you said, leaving Jake alone in his room.

—

You’ve both been walking for hours. Jake’s hair stuck to his forehead from his sweat and the damp air.

You’ve both been quiet. Barley saying a word to each other since last night.

It was driving Jake crazy not being able to talk to you.

Jake was stuck in his thoughts about last night. Scared of the possibility that maybe he doesn’t have a soulmate. That no one was made for him.

Jake was hoping it’d be you, but not once did he feel this so-called knot. The string of fate.

“Can we talk about last night, Y/N?”

You sighed, “There isn’t anything to speak about with it.”

Jake stepped in front of you, “Yes there is.”

“Like what?” you scoffed, “We aren’t mates, Jake. I don’t owe you anything.”

You walked around him, your heart pulling back to him, but continuing forward.

Jake grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him.

“Let yourself feel, Y/N.”

All you could do was stare up at him, unable to speak.

He took your face between his soft hands, his thumbs making circles on your cheeks, “Let yourself feel again. You are holding yourself back all because of your loss. Let yourself feel.”

You wanted to open your heart up to him, but the fear of losing someone again, you couldn’t do it.

“We have to keep going, night will fall soon.”

Jake followed behind you, knowing he could only do so much to get you to reopen your heart again.

The sky grew darker as the moon slowly made its appearance.

Jake stopped, mouth forming into a small smile.

You no longer heard Jake’s footsteps, turning around and seeing him just standing there.

“Everything okay?” you asked him.

Jake nodded, his eyes not leaving the sky.

You walked over to him, looking up at where he was.

“I’m confused?”

“Luna Nova.”

You look back at him, “what?”

“Latin for the new moon,” Jake’s smile grew even wider, “Beautiful Luna Nova.”

Jake meets your eyes. The new moon’s light brings out that beautiful cocoa color.

You wanted to kiss him. To grab his hand and hold it so tightly.

The gate to your heart has been locked. Jake was right, it was time to feel again.

You broke the lock to your closed gate and let yourself feel.

Your heart pulled to him, the beautiful string of fate twisting and knotting together. The familiar feeling of love and want and belonging.

Tears filled Jake’s eyes, “Is that…is that what it feels like?”

You nodded, your own tears filling your eyes.

“Who knew it was still possible to find a soulmate.” You softly whispered.

Jake kissed you. He kissed you with so much love and passion and with every ounce of lost time from the moment he was born, turned into a vampire, and lived all the lives he has until this moment. Those hundreds of years were now finally worth it.

He was tied to you.

Jake released his lips from yours, his sweaty forehead connecting to yours. Your breathing matches his in perfect sync.

“You’re my Luna Nova, my new beginning…just like the moon phases,” Jake whispered.

Hand in hand, you lead Jake the rest of the way towards the witch’s village.

“What is this head witch like?” he asked.

“She’s roughly our age?” you said, trying to calculate the math in your head.

“That’s pretty old.” he teased.

“Yeah, aren’t we all? She’s trapped in her twenties like the rest of us.”

“Couldn’t be worse than Niki.”

You nodded in agreement, “Poor Niki.”

Laughter filled you both, but only until you reached the village.

To be met with despair.

The land was burning. Young children witches and warlocks were covered in ash and dirt.

People shouting and crying out for their loved ones who were caught in the fires.

Homes were torn to pieces by flames and lifeless bodies spread throughout the land.

“What the hell happened…” Jake was barely able to speak, too shocked at the sight before him.

You ran as fast as you could towards the village.

“Y/N! Wait!!”

You didn’t listen to Jake and kept running. The witches' village was supposed to be hidden. Was supposed to be on the edge of the town, hidden from the world.

You frantically searched for people to help while asking around for the head witch.

But no one has seen her.

You panicked, giving Jake orders to help find her, describing her in detail.

Jake searched all the while helping those in need.

“Y/N,” Jake showed back up at your side, “The fire isn’t stopping, we need to go!”

You shook your head, “We need to find her!”

One of your few vampire gifts was your sense of hearing. You called your eyes and focused hard, searching everywhere, until you heard her breathing.

“She’s alive!”

She was found under some rumble from a fallen building.

“Y/N…” she said barely above a whisper.

Tears filled your eyes as you and Jake pulled out from the rumble.

You held her in your arms, pushing her hair out of her face.

“What happened here?” Jake asked, kneeling down beside you, “What caused this?”

“Dorian.” She coughed out.

Your heart stopped, and anger washed over Jake.

“He came for the spells,” she breathed out, “he knew you were coming for them, you were too late.”

You looked up at Jake, tears falling down your face, “What do we do now?”

Jake bites down on his tongue, looking at the witch below him.

“Get her back to the house, we need to know exactly what happened.”

You nodded, “So much for a new beginning, huh?”

a/n: i hope everyone is enjoying my little vampire series so far! i have so many ideas planned for the rest of the members and hope everyone looks forward to it! thank you so much to everyone who is keeping up with this series and the continued support. It means everything!

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BORN INTO THE SEVEN'S RULER OF DEVILDOM

I was isekai'd to a world in a book. The title was "Kristin in the Harem of the Seven Demon Lords." Like its title, a human named Kristin was brought to Devildom against her will and had to survive through the temptation of the seven demon lords, who were brothers and avatars of the seven sins.

The seventh brother, Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.

The sixth brother, Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.

The fifth brother, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.

The fourth brother, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.

The third brother, Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy.

The second brother, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.

The first brother, Lucifer, the fallen angel, the Avatar of Pride. My father. The one who succeeded in seducing the human Kristin and impregnating her.

I was in shambles with the ending. Lucifer had kicked Kristin out, banished to the swamp and died giving birth. The baby survived and was named Leilel by Kristin, and that baby is me.

I'm Leilel Morningstar, the child of Lucifer.

Chapter List

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Tag List

@f0uerleafedcl0ver , @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf

Chapter 8 --- The Demon Brothers Part Two

Mephistopheles strides toward the student council room, humming to himself. After the Cerberus Breeding, he's been busy with his admirers and celebrating with the Royal Demons from the House of Lords. It has been a busy and fantastic week. Best of all, he will always boast about it to the Demon Brothers.

Mephistopheles smirks, knowing Lucifer is in the Council Room. He grabs the doorknob with a demon head on the double door when he hears Lucifer's voice.

"Lami, that swamp demon,"

Mephisto stopped, listening closely with his sensitive hearing.

"She's in Satan's cursed class," Lucifer said. "Apparently, he's gonna try to make Levi curse her with a truth-telling spell."

Mephistopheles's eyes widened. Then he heard the second voice belonging to Mammon.

"Heeeeh~~ He's that determined, huh? At least with this, we get to know-"

SLAM!

Mephistopheles slammed the door, his face flushed crimson. Lucifer was sitting with his back against the door, while Mammon leaned on his chair with his feet up, his head tilted back, a frown creasing his face.

"Oi, eggplant-head! Don't ya know how to knock?"

"Mephistopheles, how pleasant of you to show up, did your ears become too deaf to hear our conversation?" Lucifer said with a smooth voice. As Mephisto marched toward Lucifer, he banged the table between them.

BAM!

"How. Dare. Youuu..." Mephistopheles hissed.

Lucifer glared. "How dare I?" Lucifer asked back, standing from his chair, looking Mephisto eye to eye. "How dare you keep this new, low-born demon a secret from Lord Diavolo, the demon who knows the Cerberus Breeding? What makes you think this demon will not be under our radar?"

"Because she is MINE!" Mephistopheles shouted into Lucifer's face. Lucifer did not falter as he stared down. Mephisto leaned in to hiss with intimidation. "I’ll deal with her, no matter what she does, what she knows, it is mine to concern about!" Mephistopheles slammed the table, making Mammon put his feet down. "You brothers are not allowed to touch her in my presence! Got it?!"

Mammon looked at Mephistopheles with a thoughtful expression, his lips lifting up in a smirk. "You know, this is the first time you've gotten so obsessed over a demon, Mephistopheles."

“Same goes for you,” Mephistopheles retorted. Mammon's eyes widened. “Don’t think I don’t know what you brothers think of her.” Mephistopheles smirked as Mammon and Lucifer gloomed, an intimidating shadow looming over their faces as Mephistopheles continued. "If you brothers put this out, then every demon will remember Lami the low swamp demon. But Leilel will just be a demon no one will remember."

A golden lightning and thunder boomed inside the council room. Mammon turned into his demon form. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!”

Mammon slammed the table so hard that it cracked into two. Lucifer watched, standing still with perfect placidity. Mammon had his head bowed, exhaling sharply. Mephistopheles stared at the table and Mammon, quietly gulped down his throat, a regretful look crossing his face before he concealed it. Then he turned away, walking out of the room without closing the door. He needed to go get Lami before Satan.

Mephistopheles took a peek behind him toward the council room. Mammon was sitting at the chair with his head bowed down, and Lucifer was staring down at him with no expression.

That demon, Mephistopheles could never provoke him, even with the mention of his own lost daughter.

What a demon, despite being an ex-angel.

Mephisto continues his way to Lami cursed class and found he was too late. Satan had confirmed. His a bit dissapointed to himself that he didn't went faster. Mephistopheles took her away. He look down at the girl in his hand, following him to his office. She look so small and pale, like death had caught into her.

Mephistopheles exhale, pushing his bang front.

Leilel/Lami's POV

....

I can't think. Nothing. Nothing comes to mind except every worst-case scenario that could happen next. Satan was curious enough about me to force me to spill the truth with a curse. What's next? Will Lucifer himself interrogate me? Will they realize something about me? Will Asmo find out my real eye color that has a similarity with the twins? Will Belphegor enter my dream and hunt me with my true identity? There are so many negative thoughts flooding my head; I feel like falling asleep.

"Lami!"

I gasp, realizing I am already in Mephistopheles' office, sitting on his couch with a blanket over my shoulder.

"Drink this," Mephisto says, sitting beside me and offering me tea. "It's Hero's Herbal Tea; it'll calm you down."

I quickly take the cup and drink it in one sip. I can feel Mephisto staring at me, but I don't care. The drink quickly works, silencing all the negative thoughts and sounds. My body feels relaxed, and my heart stops racing.

Aaaah, now that I can think...

"What are we supposed to do?! They know me! They KNOW!" I stand up from the couch, pacing around the room. "Ooooh... This is what I fear the most; now they're going to keep bothering me until something happens!" I exhale, feeling like I'm losing my breath. Yes, one way or another, they will notice something about me—my identity, my likeness to Lucifer, or Kristin. Anything that could link me to Leilel. I look at Mephistopheles. "How—how did they, DID YOU TELL THEM?!"

Mephistopheles looks distraught. His hand sweeps through his hair, his front pony falling back. “No. Before you accuse me of anything, Lucifer saw you enter my office."

"That can't be!" I say back. "He was in collosum when I went. Do you think I'm stupid enough to let myself out in the OPEN?!"

"Alright! Alright!" Mephistopheles stands from his couch. I flinch, realizing my voice was too loud. Mephistopheles sees how scared I am and opens his mouth. I turn my back away, wanting to cry, to go back running to the swamp where my Blops are to comfort me, to protect me, to love me.

What should I do? Should I risk myself out there? It's only been the first week, and I've already got Lucifer watching my back. The anxiety is pressing me down, like tall walls closing in on me. I can feel my breathing getting shallow; my lungs are constricted. My whole body shuts down to the sounds surrounding me. Only the beating of my heart.

Deg. Deg. Deg.

"What if I make you my jewel?"

Deg.

I whirl around to Mephistopheles, my eyes probably as wide as saucers. "Whaaat?"

"You do know what it means, right?" Mephistopheles says with a smug smile, hands on his hips. "It's the same as sponsoring a potential demon. You'll have monthly income, you get to do important work from the House of Lords, and you'll live like the upper-middle-class demons..."

Of course, I know what it means, you stupid purple-head DEMON!

For lower demons, becoming a Lord's Jewel is very honorable. They have more freedom, stability, and privileges. But... That would also mean the demon is now their master's property.

Diavolo did the same to Lucifer the moment he fell down to Devildom. There's this whole flashback plot about it, told by one of the angels. What was his name? It was from S!

...Samuel? No.

...Si-Simeon!

The angel was an enthusiastic author; he wrote the whole story like a theater play and called it "Princess Diavolo and Prince Lucifer."

...Never did the fallen angel imagine such a destiny awaited him at the end of his long, long life as the pride of the Celestial Realm. His sister, Lilith, was dead, and Lucifer was left to suffer through life in hell.

But Lucifer overcame his sorrow, transforming into a demon, dedicating his body and soul to Princess Diavolo, while bringing sadness and misfortune to people everywhere for all eternity.

That includes my mother, Kristin.

Mephistopheles' mouth hangs open, stunned by my words. He stutters for a moment before yelling. "WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM? A PEDOPHILE?! I MAY BE A DEMON, BUT I HAVE MY OWN DIGNITY!!!"

"A shiver runs through my body as I cross my arms across my chest. 'No way! I am not giving my body! NOT IN A MILLION YEARS!!!'"

"DON'T YOU DARE! I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A JEWEL! DIAVOLO AND LUCIFER DO!"

"I THOUGHT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD INFORMANT! NOT A GOSSIP DEMON! I'VE HAD DEMONS DO THAT! AND I CAN TELL YOU LUCIFER AND DIAVOLO DON'T. DO. THAT!"

Mephistopheles and I stop, breathless and tired from our yelling and shouting. We just stand there, face to face, annoyed at each other.

Mephistopheles sighs, rubbing the side of his forehead. "Listen. You want me to protect you, well, here it is." I pout, crossing my arms. “Lucifer is a careful demon. He doesn’t trust easily, especially a new demon. He was suspicious as to how you gained the information.”

“But—!”

“I know!” Mephistopheles interrupts. “That’s how that fallen angel does; he makes everyone miserable. Please, don’t worry,” Mephisto steps toward me, closing our space and takes my hand. I flinch as his white-gloved hand holds mine. But I don't move to let them go. I look up at Mephistopheles' determined eyes. “I promise to protect you from those wannabe demons, and I shall.”

I hold my breath. Something in Mephisto's eyes as he smiles at me. It's not demon-like in the way he looks. My chest flutters in a weird way. It freaks me out as I pull my hand back. Mephistopheles lets me.

"Is being your jewel really the only way?" I ask. Even with the promise that Mephistopheles wouldn't touch me, I will still belong to him. A demon's property, and that scares me.

Mephistopheles exhales a long sigh, looks away in thought. "I'll think of something else."

I sigh with relief. At least he's being considerate. I nod my head and walk toward the door. I can't stay here any longer. Not just because I have class, but I just can't be with Mephisto right now.

"But Lami," Mephistopheles calls out to me as I grasp the doorknob. "Please, just think about it." I sense his presence closing in on me, so I turn back and see his hand extended toward me. "While then, here's a D.D.D so you can contact me."

I stare at the case, then at Mephistopheles, wondering about the catch. He seems to read my mind and rolls his eyes.

"For Diavolo's sake, you're part of the RAD newspaper! Every demon is given a new D.D.D for job purposes only."

Oh.

...That doesn't seem too convincing. But I accept it; I don't want another argument with him. Mephistopheles puffs his chest, satisfied, then opens the door for me. I nod and run down the hallway, never looking back.

I arrive at the main hallway where all the demons have just gotten out of their classes for lunch. I walk between the crowds, making myself small and invisible among them, keeping myself alert to my surroundings, spotting any blonde hair in the midst.

I am scared to encounter Satan. He's a demon hungry for knowledge, and that knowledge now includes me. My whole body shudders. One way or another, he’ll find out my secret!

I somehow manage to get out of the crowds, standing against the walls of the cafeteria. I exhale slowly, closing my eyes to meditate. When I open my eyes...

“Fuuuu-AGH!!!!” I step back. The demon brothers are in front of me!!!

“Geez, scared much?” Mammon asks with a smirk, enjoying my reaction.

“Anyone would've been surprised when a group of demons showed up in front of them,” Leviathan mumbles.

"Hi, Lami," Beelzebub tilts his head. "Hmm... Now that I look at you, you're really small." I gulp. Now that we've just a few steps away, Beel looks really, really large compared to me.

“My, oh my! You are a cutie for a new poor swamp demon!” Asmodeus pops out from behind, all excited. I step back, the demons follow. “Now, now, Lami, don't be afraid. Come here~”

Oh God, please kill me now.

XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX

Unfortunately, I didn't die. But I did become their errand lunch boy. Again.

“Lami~~ I'm hungry~~” Asmodeus sang, waving his hand. I gave a forced smile while balancing trays of food for the demons. I put the tray down a bit harshly.

“Cupcake, sandwich, candy, hamburger,” As I put the food in order, without saying thank you, the demons eat. I glared and turned my back.

“Oi! Where ya goin'?” Mammon called.

I gritted my teeth. “Lunch?” Mammon pointed to a chair beside him. I shook my head. “No, please-”

“Sit down.” Mammon commanded, challenging me to disobey. I clenched my fist and did as I was told. The chair scraped the floor as I slid some distance. I felt his eyes on me. “Not gonna eat?” Mammon asked. I shook my head. I’m too tense to eat.

Asmo laughed. “Ohohoh, you are such an adorable, petrified little demon.”

I closed my eyes tightly. Another recall from the novel, about Asmodeous. Diavolo inviting all the brothers and Kristin to stay at his castle. When they were touring the grounds, Kristin and Asmo were dragged by a living picture that led them to the castle's underground labyrinth.

Kristin and Asmodeous fell hard to the floor, with Kristin on top of the demon. As Asmodeous became aware of Kristin pressing him against the floor, the demon shouted, "Hey! Get off me, human!" Asmo elbowed Kristin, hitting her shoulder. Asmo stood up while Kristin sat on the floor. Asmodeous looked annoyed, gritting his teeth at Kristin. "Grrr! What if you had injured my face, huh? What then?!"

Kristin cried out when Asmodeous grabbed her chin roughly, threatening her. "You're gonna have to pay it twice with your face!" Asmo gave a devious smile, eyes shining with a predatory gaze. "I'll make sure to give a scar on every inch of your face!"

Kristin felt his finger slowly digging into her cheek; she hissed in pain.

“Don't worry, little mouse,"

"Asmodeous!"

I gasped as I returned to the present. Asmo was smiling widely, eyes gleaming like what the novel always described, filled with amusement and wickedness.

"We're not gonna eat you,” Asmo said, taking a bite of his cupcake. “We're interested in you.”

I gulped down my throat, feeling cold sweat on my forehead. Oooh... Maybe I should've asked Mephistopheles to accompany me. I tried to find him in the midst of the students, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah! I mean, there hasn't been for a millennia, a new demon comes around being the most talented, smart, and powerful like you, dear.”

“Don't call me dear,” I quickly said. Asmo gasped, putting his palm on his heart, if he has one. "And I'm not that powerful." Hopefully, this confession would be enough to get him off my back. Instead, Asmo threw his head back like a dramatic queen.

“I am offended, everyone loves me calling them dear!”

That's all he cares about, huh?

“That's only because no one ever complains, Asmo,” Leviathan commented, chewing his comfort candy on the side of his mouth.

Asmo gasped. “Everyone loves me calling them dear! Especially if it comes from the most beautiful demon of-”

“So, Leilel, how is RAD so far?”

I turned to the demon of Gluttony, his cheeks stuffed with a hamburger. “Um, it's alright,”

“Have you tried RAD hamburgers? They said they duplicate the human world hamburgers. They're really delicious.” Beel gulped down his food. “I'm not gonna share mine.”

The burger does look exactly like the human world. But their cheese is molded until it's all green, the greener, the better. That's what these demons said.

“Why ask her that?” Leviathan asked.

“You wanted to go to the human world, right?” Beel asked. My eyes widened at his question. I nodded. “We've been to the human world, once in a while. Belphegor is up there right now.” I almost screamed asking him what he was doing. But I held my tongue. “Hey, maybe next time, we could take Lami too.”

...What?

WHAT?!

Mammon spoke. “Oh yeah, we could use a servant up there,” I looked at him with wide eyes. “What? Last time Levi went up there, he had a panic attack, and none of us demons could go up there to help him.” He turned to Levi, who was flustered and red.

“I, I, I was!” Levi groaned, biting on the candy. “What can I do? Usually, my most precious best friend would be up there with me!” Levi began to cry. I scrunched my face, confused by the constant change of mood. Asmo patted Levi on the back.

“There, there,” Asmodeus sighed. “We know.”

Why do they all look so gloomy? The demons were quiet for a moment. Then Beel spoke.

“Yeah, see, I could use a good demon to take care of Belphie up there,” Beel suggested.

I think I'd rather stay here than go to the human world with them. My hands clenched at the edge of the table, and I asked, “Why me?” The demon brothers looked at me with curious eyes. “Um, there are other demons who could help you, and I'm a new demon. And Lu-Lord Lucifer is still keeping an eye on me-”

“Duh~ Cause you're Mephisto's lackey,” Asmodeus chuckled, shaking his head. “He can't hide such a precious demon from us." Asmo leaned forward with a smile. "And... It's hard for us demons to trust each other, you know that already, right, Lami?” His eyes slanted, a dangerous evil smile. The aura around us turned heavy. I felt all the demons stare at us with the same menacing look.

I closed my eyes and answered, “Of course, it's a demon's nature.” Asmo smiled, eyes closed. Then the atmosphere returned to normal.

“Alrighty! You're Levi's babysitter for his next trip!” Mammon exclaimed, pointing his finger at me.

My mouth gaped, and I protested, “What?! But! I haven't even said yes!”

“Yeah! What made you decide?!” Luckily Leviathan complained as well.

Mammon put his hand at the back of his head and leaned back. “Ya said ya wanted to go there, and Lucifer ain't allowing ya, right?”

Levi groaned and grunted. “Fine! She'll do!” Leviathan slanted his orange snake eyes. Like the snake had found its new target. I shivered. “Listen! I don't do well with normies! So, what is your favorite anime?”

Oh, uh. I felt sweat all over my forehead. There was a scene where Leviathan questioned Kristin about otaku stuff. When Kristin couldn't understand, he downgraded her to the lowest depths of hell.

“I never ever watch anime or any graphic novels,” I said honestly. Leviathan gasped and was about to say something when I cut him off. “I'm a poor swamp demon, never had access to the internet or TVs, so it's natural I don't know any of them.”

Levi's eyes widened, and he shut his mouth, pouting his lips. He groaned, rolling his head. "Give me your D.D.D."

"Huh?"

"Are you deaf, newbie?" Leviathan snapped. "Or you don't have it?!"

I'd just gotten it from Mephistopheles. But there's no way-!

"Here it is!" Mammon lifted his hand with my new D.D.D.

Since when did he... Damn it. I forgot Mammon had a nimble-fingered. "Hey!" I shouted, but they ignored me as Leviathan looked through my phone.

"Ugh, this D.D.D is so last five hundred years," Leviathan yucked at me. My mouth gaped. How was I supposed to know that? Leviathan continued playing with my phone, mumbling about what apps he was downloading, the best movie websites, games, etc. Then he exclaimed about a character named Rura-chan. Mammon had to scold his brother to stop his nonsense.

Leviathan had a satisfied smile. “There! You'll find all of my apps for movies, series, novels, comics, and games that you could want. At least you won't be too normie for me to keep around up there, so make sure you try them all! And give me feedback!” He handed back my D.D.D.

I stared at the D.D.D. The only thought in my head was to burn this device and tell Mephistopheles it got broken. For now, I’ll just pretend to agree with this and find a way out. I nodded.

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I collapsed onto the bed in my dorm room. I hated feeling anxious all the time. My heart was racing all day it may stop at any moment now (I wish). My whole body exhausted beyond words. I really-really wishing my soul will leave my body.

Why couldn't those demons just leave me alone?!

Exhaling heavily, I rummaged through the thick jacket, cursing the uncomfortable design of the uniform. Cursed demons! They must have deliberately designed it to torture the students. After a few tries, I pulled out the devil's given, the D.D.D.

Glaring at the smartphone, part of me wanted to throw it away, fearing Leviathan might cursed it or contain some surveillance device. But this was my first smartphone, and it felt like a waste to get rid of it.

So, I sat up on my bed, grabbed some hexes and cursed books, and cast spells to detect anything suspicious about the phone. To my relief, nothing unusual was detected. I then turned on the phone, and a black crow character appearing on top of the screen with magical 3D-like effects, similar to an AI assistant in a smartphone.

"Hello, I'm Karasu, your D.D.D. personal service," said Karasu. I pointed my finger at Karasu.

"Ye shall not lie!" I commanded, and Karasu stayed still. I proceeded to ask, "Tell me everything that is in the D.D.D, anything suspicious first."

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The next morning...

I can't believe it.

I'm late for class!

"Today is Botanical class, and it's an outdoor one! Damn it! How could I forget?" I ran through the RAD hallway, keeping my head down, feeling ashamed.

Last night, after checking the D.D.D, Karasu showed me a movie called "The Seven Lords." I had read the book but never the movies. I got engrossed and ended up watching the sequel, and then another, and another. Then morning came, and I slept through my alarm.

I groaned as I went outside into the vast courtyard square. There were no students or teachers here. They must've gone around the building for the class.

"UGH! Where could they be?!" I ran across the courtyard to see if any classes were being held elsewhere. The only possible places - the courtyard or the garden located at the forest at the back of RAD's school.

I arrived at the back gates of RAD, which led to a forest. I gulped nervously. Damn it, of all places for a class. I had no choice but to go in. I opened the gate and ran inside. As soon as the shadows of the forest covered me, I looked down.

There were clear rocky paths, and I followed one. I didn't look up, afraid that ghosts might be lurking in the trees. Then I took a right turn and just kept running. The rocky path became wider, and when I looked up, I gasped.

It was a giant, half-round glass dome. The dome was so tall it surpassed the trees in the forest. This must be it. I entered the dome, my feet stop in a halt and I gasped astounded.

The plants in Devildom were either ugly, beautiful, dangerous, or cursed. Most trees were dark green, making them look creepy and haunted. All of them had lingering ghosts. In contrast, the plants in the human world were fresh, greener, and had vibrant colors. Even the oxygen they produced was different between the two worlds' plants.

And now, I was looking at human plants in this giant dome!

"Oh my goodness! A palm tree! Sycamore! They're so huge!" I was in awe of their grandeur. The sweet scent of the oxygen filled my lungs, and it felt so good. It feels like I'm right in the human world park.

...

But how were these plants surviving here?

...Why was I here now?

Oh no, my classes! I looked around, but there was no one in sight. Were there no students here?

"Hello?" I called out as I ventured deeper into the dome. There was a sound resembling a waterfall. When I arrived, there was a small pond with a waterfall, shrouded by palm trees and plants, like walking into paradise. It was a beautiful sight. I looked closer at the pond. There were no fish in the water. I also spotted a small bucket meant for bathing. What is this place?

I felt strange and wanted to leave. But my eyes caught something. I circled around the bath and found a field of tall green and blue grass.

Wait, it’s not grass. I plucked one. The spikes had buds and flower petals, and the sweet scent coming from the bud was familiar.

"Lavenders? But, there's no such thing as green lavenders."

I held my breath as another memory from the novel came into my mind. Lucifer had allowed Kristin to play his piano. Devildom pianos are cursed, their keys made from the teeth of desperate, failed musicians, and they bite talented pianists. That is why the owner of the cursed piano must introduce the other player to avoid being bitten. This scene was when Lucifer introduced Kristin to his piano.

“Do you know whose this was made?” Lucifer asked with an evil smile. She shivered, whether out of fright or something else.

She gulped. “No,”

Lucifer chuckled and said, “Daniel Steibelt.”

Kristin gasped, “No way! That Steibelt?! The one who challenged Beethoven only to be humiliated?!”

Lucifer laughed. Kristin felt like her heart was being strung. His laugh was so deep and free. It was the first time she had heard him laugh like that. Lucifer smiled. “So you’ve heard of the man.”

“I’m interested in music history.” Kristin looked away, shyly.

Lucifer hummed, amused by her reaction. “Yes. The man was full of pride, thinking he could defeat the greatest composer of the century, only to tumble down in humiliation and loss of dignity.”

Kristin stared at Lucifer. He had this evil grin as he imagined the fall of the human being. Kristin shivered. She needs to be careful around this demon.

“Did you make the man indulge his pride?” Kristin asked. Lucifer laughed again, her heart flutter again.

“I never made any man indulge in sin. They choose it on their own.”

He pulled her to sit on the stool, gently putting her fingers on the keys. Kristin hesitated for a moment. Lucifer gave her a gentle squeeze. She let him guide her to a few keys and play a few notes. After a moment, no teeth came out to get her. She played it. Lucifer let her go, allowing her to play the tune. She made out a few tunes.

Lucifer asked her if she could sing. “Huh?” Kristin gasped, her face turning red with shyness. “Um, I’m not quite good.”

Lucifer frowned at her lie. “Well, sing,” he ordered.

“Huh?! What?!”

“I let you play my piano. At least the least you can do is play a song.” Lucifer showed his smug look at her while she glared. “Come on now. I’ll even let you sing any song you want.” He crossed his arms, waiting for her.

Kristin stared at him and sighed in defeat. “Alright,” she licked her lips and started playing the tune from the top of her head. The melody came out like a lullaby, then she sang.

Lavender blue, dilly-dilly,Lavender green

When I am king, dilly dilly, You shall be queen

Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so?

'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, That told me so

Lavender's green, dilly dilly, Lavender's blue

If you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you

I returned to reality. That song was called "Dilly-Dilly," Kristin's favorite song. She sang it as a disguise for her confession to Lucifer. It was one of the romantic scene that I come to like about their relationship.

As I read on, I became wary and angry. The end showed the true Lucifer Morningstar, just a demon playing Kristin and me as a reader. He stir our hearts and throws them away like garbage.

THUMP

...Hmm,

By the way, why is there lavender described in the song? There's this thing called Acid Lavender, but they're supposed to be dark purple, not green or blue. As if some demon deliberately made these lavenders according to the song as a joke or...

My heart sank as I felt the presence behind me. Somehow, I knew that whoever was there emitted a heavy and menacing dark aura. I turned around and shrieked. The demon before me had dark hair, glaring red eyes, and a threatening voice.

"What are you doing here?" Lucifer demanded.

I trembled, and my legs gave way as I fell onto my butt. Stammering, I replied, "I-I was...l-l-looking for the...c-class."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed. "The botanical class is on the left side of the forest," he said in a low, dark voice, his expression unchanging. He leaned down, his eyes showing anger. "You're ruining my garden."

Did he say his garden? I looked down, realizing my body was sitting on the lavenders. My mind went blank with fear.

"I'm sorry!" I bowed on my knees, head down, hands at my sides. "Please forgive me! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!!!"

The silence was deafening. I was now facing death. Lucifer wasn't known for forgiving when it came to something that belonged to him. My thoughts wandered to how he might torment me. The novel had mentioned Lucifer's favorite pastime is recording his victims' screams for later enjoyment.

This was it; I was facing death. He might even discover my true identity, and then I'd...

"Get out. Now."

His words were the answer to my prayers. I quickly stood up, dashed past him, and kept going without looking back. The dark forest no longer scared me; my destination was clear. I exited the RAD building, passed through the Devildom village, and headed back home to the swamp.

I was out of breath, my heart pounding loudly in my ears, my legs wobbling, and my body shaking. Then I heard a familiar, weird laugh. When I looked up, there was my cottage beneath the moonlit sky. Green and Pink were giggling to each other, Purple was sleeping by Red while munching on food, and Blue was scolding Yellow and Orange as they chased one another.

My feet moved, out to the open field and Blue noticed me, waving his hand with a smile. My wobbly legs finally gave out. I fell to the ground.

"KJNEJKNJKEN!!!"

"JHBEUYEBB!!!"

"KHETETYEEHU!!!"

My guardians surrounded me, providing their invisible strength and helping me sit up. My face and body were covered in dirt, and my tears made my face itch.

The Blops panic and hold me. Pink pulled out a handkerchief and wiped my tears, Blue placed his tiny hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes.

"Kejeuheube?"

Blue was asking me what happened. Soon, all the walls broke through. My vision was blurry from the tears flowing. "Hic, Blue, I-I met him," I sobbed. "He-he-he was so-so scary."

Blue hugged me in the face as I held onto his tiny body. My guardians kept holding me, and I wailed out loud as if my life depended on it.

End of Season One

Tadaaaa... Didn't expect that, huh? Eheheheh.

Don't worry, I've got the second season ready. I've had this story for a year and I've planned all of it. I just need to really, really shorten it because I originally had it planned for at least five seasons.

Ahahaha! I don't know what's wrong with me. I just have so many ideas and stories to share.

I hope you all enjoy it so far because the next season will be much harder for Leilel to come through with more plot twists!!! Thank you so much for following the story this far.

See you again soon!

#obey me shall we date #om #obey me #obey me fanfic #isekai #obey me self insert #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mephistopheles

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nortism · 4 months

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doctor who liveblog pt 20

s4 ep3 planet of the ood

- yayay ood episode, my fav aliens

- GET HIS ASS OOD

- the doctor spends so much time fiddling with the tardis and yet he can do nothing to make the journey more comfortable

- i’m obsessed with her coat

- does he just carry a stethoscope around with him?

- omg the poor oods

- lets go ood revolution

- “doctor. donna. friends :)”

- omg the mega ood brain

- the brain ate him

- YOOO THE OOD WAS POISONING HIM

- HOLY FUCK

- HES AN OOD

- well at least they’ll take care of him?

- very ominous from the ood at the end

s4 ep4 the sontaran stratagem

- saw martha in the promo, i hope her and donna are best friends

- AWW SHE GOT ENGAGED TO THE NICE DOCTOR MAN

- aww they’re talking shit together <3

- she’s a doctor!!!

- oh she’s perf to me

- oh no there’s a man in the soup

- why’s the robot sexist?

- aww donna no

- ok i’m also a great big outer space dumbo

- nooo martha

- MARTHA GET AWAY FROM THE SOUP

- he’s such a nerd i love him

- fucking grammar police over here

- “intruder window” made me laugh

- omg they’re cooking a martha in the soup

- oh protective granddad i love him

- NO GRANDDAD

s4 ep5 the poison sky

- yes then donna’s mum

- “that’s my girl!”

- i need them to calm down with the sexism

- omg they nicked the tardis

- nooo ross

- yes then donna noble !!

- ayyy empty child reference

- the marthas are unionising

- yayay ya donna!!!!!!

- bro is fuming about those guns

- oh fuck the kid died

- nooo the tardis is stealing martha

s4 ep6 the doctor’s daughter

- i’m glad we’re getting some answers because the doctor saying he’s a father has been bothering me i won’t lie

- donna and martha my sillies

- ok they did not answer my initial question, this is a new daughter

- also very bizarre to watch when you know that’s his wife irl

- he’s a dilf and a milf?? what can’t he do??

- the one day year old is fucking brutal

- also crazy how she was born with eyeliner on

- yes then dr martha jones!!!

- is she a baby timelord??

- aww a baby timelord

- martha and her hath friend

- ayo she’s got way more rizz than her dad

- NOOOOO NOT THE HATH

- what happened to his other kids???? wait the war stupid question 😭😭

- does that mean he’s had sex?? how do timelords reproduce??

- yoooo the war has been going seven days???

- ooo pretty garden

- OH FUCK JENNY

- can she not regenerate??

- can’t believe the invisible bullet wound killed her

- donna u are not gonna travel with him forever

- DOCTOR JONES

- HOLY FUCK

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sirsirgirl · 2 months

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Husband Thief will be out on April 4th. Let's dive into the prologue...

PS: The new novel might not be related to Men of the harem at all, but mostly everything I post and discuss about is, so please keep in mind that this analysis supports the theory that this work will be a spin-off, and take everything with a grain of salt. Sorry if I'm bias! 1. Why is the title relevant?

Husband thief or Husband stealer. Among all the words we can link Latil to, "husband", must be one of the most frequent ones. She ended having eight husbands after all.

But what about the title in itself? See, the term, reminds me a lot of another, "man stealer", which is sadly used to call a person -usually a woman- who takes a man away from his partner. Regardless of how awful that term sounds, it could have something to do with Latil. The question isn’t how, it’s who, who could claim Latil has taken away her man/ husband from her?

In fact, there are two women who come to my mind: Domis and Arital.

You know what's something that was never clear to me? Carlein and Girgol always acted like they were so sure that Latil was indeed the reincarnation of their past lovers, to the point that I became intrigued of what would happen if she wasn’t? 2. The secrets behind the cover.

A woman that looks very similar to Latil stands-out for her pale skin, with flowers in her hair, and a ring in her finger that connects her to someone by a thorny trail. What appears to be male hand is behind holding her shoulder. The eyes and the skin

The eyes look amber, and Latil's are dark brown. But it actually isn’t illogical to consider a change of tone in the midst of her slow awakening process. The pale skin and lips also give her a vampirical appareance, which could too be indicative of this transformation. The hair

Eight roses adorn her hair. Eight, just like the number of consorts Latil has. This wouldn’t be the first time they use roses to represent each one of her husbands. Remember that one panel for the second season promo? She’s in the throne and many hands are offering roses to her. If you look closely, you'll also notice how seven of these roses are turning white. This, I believe, is a way of representing a fading love. Roses turn white when they burn, just like ashes. Ashes of love.

The ring and the thorny trail

I believe these are the most evident symbols. The ring is strategically placed in the marriage finger, which is highly related to the nupcial theme. But the thorny trail reminds me of the red thread theory and the thread of fate.

This could be representing the painful fate that every Lord is submitted to in his or her life. It could also mean that whoever the red thread is connecting her to, that love will be full of challenging and hurtful steps. The hand

The hand behind her is the most confusing of all the elements. We can see a ring in the hand that could indicate that is one of her husbands, but I don't know if it's shown in a positive or negative light. So I'll save my opinions for later.

3. What are they showing us in the extracts?

At first sight, some might think the pre-release isn’t telling us much, but I disagree.

"Your marriage, it's ruined once again."

The opening line is so important. Not only is it hinted that this person's could have been married before, but we can also guess that marriage ended terribly for them at least once. I can see this being related to Latil, not primarily because of the harem, but because of her alleged past-lives... For instance, Arital warned her about having children since her marriage and family had been ruined by fate before.

I want to take a moment to point out that, in my opinion, Arital is the turning point of this theory. Where do I start?

"Can I tell you something for the last time? Do you know what was the worst thing that ever happened to me? Loving you."

When I read this, I immediately thought about the concept of unrequited love, and in the beginning it seemed like the only two consorts who fit perfectly in my idea of it were Sonnaught and Guesta.

Sonnaught lost his feelings once and deeply regretted falling in love with Latil at the time. Guesta, on the other hand, isn't afraid to show his true colors in front her anymore, he allows himself to be angry when he is. So it wouldn't be surprising if any of them ever say this, right?

However, that's when the third paragraph called my attention.

"Her face was reflected in the pupils of those blue eyes."

The only consort we know who has blue eyes is Klein. If these lines are truly about the same person, then this one discards anyone who isn't him. Okay, I can't imagine him acting like this, but I guess it's not impossible. Unless... there's someone else.

Yup, I admit I didn't pay enough attention to the second paragraph, but having already reread it a few times, there's something I can't ignore.

Their hands, which were never close together before, were now desperate to push each other away.

Not even think about Latil's husbands. Imagine we aren't considering the spin-off option. Imagine we believe exactly what's apparent: There's a ML who has blue eyes, he's married to the FL and they're on the verge of dying together.

How come, I repeat, HOW COME a man who's been married to the FL never had his hands near hers? Yeah, definitely, this could be just a weird wording, but something there didn't sit quite right. So I put my memory to work... and yes there's someone: The chairman.

The Chairman, a beautiful blue-eyed elf who fall in love with his great friend, Arital. He witnessed her and Girgol's marriage fall, and not only that, he's tried to kill Latil in the past to free the soul of his lost love from the terrible course set by fate. Time is also very relevant to his character, because he's lived a long time, long enough that he's seen many Lords come and go.

For all of this, I believe the extract is showing us the Chairman's last attempt to kill Latil and get rid of the course.

Now, I can't help but remember how I couldn't really understand why the Chairman, Arital, Sell and Girgol were mentioned so much in the side stories. And maybe this was the reason, maybe Alphatart wanted to set the ground to have them shine in her next work.

Anyways. This, friends, is my theory. Enjoy!

Sincerely,

Gobi

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