jhilsara

[jhilsara]

Tie Me to You/ Chapter 9

Chapter Summary: Mika's exhausted and Sam forces her to take a nap.

Word Count: 3.1k

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Chapter Warnings: Heavy making out

This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI

Can also be found on AO3 X

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down

You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound

Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift

Mika’s spent the better part of the last two weeks being on a rotation with the incubi. She called it a custody drop off, but no one found that funny besides her. If she couldn’t find some humor in her situation, she’d go insane. Regardless, they refuse to leave her alone without any protection since Malix showed up, so she’s being chauffeured everywhere. She hates that she essentially needs a babysitter, but it’s better than having some hell born devil attacking her in public.  

Her schedule has been nothing short of classes, work, home. Rinse and repeat. She was lucky enough that her job was on campus, so it made her life a little easier. Working in the university library was one of her smarter life choices. It worked to keep Mika away from her parents' house and provide her with time to study.  She cut back on her working hours this month, trying to focus on graduation.  

At home Mika disappears into her room to study for her exams. It keeps her mind off the impending doom of devils targeting her. Which is what she needs. So, she buries herself in her studies to block out her fear and anxiety. She focuses heavily on the goal of graduation, even though her grades are stellar, and she doesn’t need to worry. She didn’t need to study as much as she was. Damien and Erik had tried to persuade her out of her room to eat but were met with refusal. 

“I’ll eat after I’m done studying.” was the excuse. Every night she forgot to eat. Her exhaustion and anxiety were catching up with her body, almost visibly so. Her under eyes were dark and her cheeks appeared sallow. Mika dismisses their worries.  

“She isn’t coming down...again.” Erik tells them in concern. He sits at the dining table, brow furrowed in worry.  

“That’s three times this week and she’s lying to herself. She never eats.” Damien adds distressed over their friend.   

Sam slams his hands on the table and bolts up, fists curled and heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs. He doesn’t say a word. Damien almost snorts with the laughter bubbling out of him. Sam was just so aggressive with how he shows care, it’s ridiculous. Who knew it would take Sam’s brute force to make her eat dinner. 

Sam pounds his fist on her door, “C’mon you’re eating with us.” he says sternly. His voice is gruff as he continues to knock. 

Mika almost jumps out of her chair from the sound that comes from the force of Sam’s fist. She can feel the headache starting. His attitude is the last thing she wants to deal with right now.  

“Not hungry!” She shouts back at him. Continuing to look over her notes.  

“Don’t care.” 

 He slams open her door and easily stalks over to her. Before Mika can even try to stand up or shout at him, Sam bends over, grabbing her legs. He slings her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and turns to haul her downstairs.  

Mika’s face is red from embarrassment as she slams her hands against Sam’s back.  

“Put me down! What is wrong with you?!” she shrieks trying to wiggle out of his grasp. Her small hands pound against his back, not doing much at all except reaffirm to her how firm and muscular Sam is.  

She can’t move, his biceps locking her in place. “You haven’t eaten a real meal in days! Do you want to get sick? Stop being an idiot.” He growls out at her.  

Mika stops hitting him and freezes, growing quiet. “...That’s not-” she tries to retaliate but he cuts her off.  

“Just take a break. It won’t kill you.”  

She stops fighting back and lets him take her downstairs. She only tries to stop him outside the dining room, demanding she is fully capable of walking herself to her chair.  

Graduation is around the corner, and Mika is exhausted. If it wasn’t for the normal amount of stress that comes with graduating university, she also has to worry about devils.  

Mika is spent on her last thread of patience and exhaustion. She’s been getting little sleep and she passed out upon entering the car the last time James picked her up. Safe to say Mika is barely functioning.  

Sam’s driving her to campus this morning, which how he got a license is still debatable considering he’s quite possibly the worst driver she’s even seen. He notices the dark circles under her eyes and how she has the car mirror pulled down looking at them. She tries to cover them with some concealer, to not worry her friends. There are enough people who she’s burdening already. She didn’t need to add her friends to the mix. 

Sam looks over to her out of the corner of his eye, “How much sleep did you get?” Sam asks her bluntly. It sounds harsher than intended, but Sam never tried to be soft.  

She sighs and slaps the mirror back up, “Between studying for finals, work, and you know, stressing over my life possibly ending because of some devils... like, three hours?”  

He rolls his eyes at her answer, “Do you work tonight?”  

Mika turns to face him as she grabs her bag, “No, I took the day off. My last class ends around one.”  

“Why are you asking? I thought Matthew was picking me up today?” It would be her luck that she’s forgetting who is supposed to be driving her too. 

“He was, but I’m taking over. I’m gonna pick you up and you’re taking a god damn nap today.” Sam tells her in a tone that isn’t debatable.  

It’s never stopped her before though. She huffs in frustration, “Sam I have chores and studying and a million other things to do. I don’t have the time besides...” she pauses looking down at her lap.  

“I can’t.” she stresses out.  

“What are you talking about? Of course you can-” She cuts him off.  

“No, Sam, I mean... like I physically can’t sleep. If I could, I would but, it’s like my brain just won't turn off at night.” her grip on her bag is tight.  

She wasn’t planning on telling any of them about her sleeping problems. She had managed not to even set off Damien who couldn’t tune out her brain if he wanted to. So, why was Sam peeling away her carefully composed layer? 

He lays off for a moment, reaches over and places his hand on her head and ruffles her hair. “Don’t worry about it.”  

“Sam!” her hand flies up to smack his away and pulls down the mirror. “I just fixed that.” she pouts.  

He rolls his eyes playfully, “I’ll see you later doofus.”  

“Bye Sam.”  

He doesn’t push her. Doesn’t pry for more information or offer unwarranted advice she didn’t care to hear, he just listens. It eases her unsettling nerves, if only for a moment. 

Mika doesn’t believe that she will be napping. Like she told Sam, she just... can’t. She wishes she could, but the nightmares she’s been having are eating her from the inside out. All she can see and hear are red devils and gunshots. 

 It’s easier to not dream.  

Sam wasn’t joking with her though. He picks her up like he said he would and just like with dinner, he lifts her up effortlessly. Throwing her over his shoulder and tossing her into her bedroom.  

Mika sighs, not enjoying how much Sam’s already man handled her the past few weeks. She does take her time and bask in the hot water of her shower. She stands there long after she’s done washing and doesn’t move until the water almost runs cold.  

She pulls on her comfiest hoodie and shorts after drying her hair. She throws the door open and Sam’s leaning against the wall, waiting. He raises a brow at her.  

“Sam,” she sighs crossing her arm, “I’m not sleepy. I really do feel so much better after that shower though. So, I’ll just study until dinner.”  

Mika feels content with her argument. She still felt awful but not like a living corpse anymore, it was progress. She waves him off but Sam steps forward placing his hands on her shoulders. With a firm grip he pushes her back into the bedroom.  

“Nuh uh, no way. Get in that bed.”  

Mika rolls her eyes but dramatically falls onto her bed. She moves to sit up, crossing her legs and looking at Sam with a pointed look. “I’m on it.” She smacks her hands on her knees dramatically, trying to be irritating. She just wants to study, alone. 

Sam’s had enough of her attitude, he shakes his head and toes off his shoes. “Get under the covers doofus.”  

“Is the plan that you take a nap with me?” She jokes and shuffles herself comfortably under the blankets.  

Sam moves to sit next to her head, “No, just lay down and close your eyes alright?” He rolls his eyes. 

Mika shoots him a questioning look but does as she’s told. More than positive, she won’t be falling asleep anytime soon. She settles in hoping that, at the very least, she can relax for twenty minutes.  

She isn’t prepared for Sam’s hands to start lightly brushing through her hair and massaging her scalp. A soft gasp escapes Mika’s lips as she presses herself deeper into the pillow. Sam’s hands are rough and calloused, but he cards them through her hair so delicately. She doesn’t realize that the sensation and comfort of it put her to sleep.  

Mika stirs awake and it only mildly confused. She remembers Sam forcing her to take a nap but that was it. She had a dreamless sleep and it’s the most refreshed she’s felt in weeks.  

She’s wrapped around something on her bed, and it’s not a soft pillow. It’s firm. Or rather, Sam’s firm. Mika is pressed against Sam’s chest, one of his arms comfortably laying behind her. Her own arms are wrapped around Sam, hugging him close to her. She can hear his faint snores, as she notices he also fell asleep. 

Mika’s face burns in embarrassment and she tries to untangle herself from him. She slowly pulls her arms back toward herself and flips her body over so her back faces him. She moves to try and get off the bed, but Sam’s body follows her movements. He groans as she moves away, his arms immediately moving to wrap around her waist and pull her back against his chest.  

Mika turns to look over her shoulder and sees that he is still very much deeply asleep. She relaxes in his hold, knowing she isn’t going to be leaving the bed until he wakes up. The discomfort leaves her body as she focuses on his breathing and the slow, rhythmic movement of his chest. She sighs and grabs her phone that’s next to her pillow and mindlessly scrolls on it to pass the time.  

A solid twenty minutes pass before she feels him stirring awake behind her.  

“Whattimeisit?” he slurs out groggily.   

Mika softly giggles to herself, “It’s about seven at night.”  

“Five more minutes...” he clutches onto her tighter shoving his face into the crook of her neck.  

The motion sends a shiver of pleasure down her back. Sam immediately feels it and his hands fly off her like he’s been burned from a hot iron. Sam sits up completely straight his face blushing furiously as he looks mortified.  

Once he releases her, Mika finally sits up. She moves her arms up in a stretch.  

“Oh my fucking god. I’m so sorry.” He rushes out, avoiding her eyes.  

“Sam it’s fine. You just fell asleep, and we’ve been exhausted for over a week...” she offers him an olive branch to end his own inner turmoil. 

Sam looks up and reads her face. He finds she is being sincere, and his shoulders release the tension they were holding. He flops back into the bed, rubbing his face in irritation. “I’m more than exhausted.” he mutters to himself. 

“What?” 

“It’s nothing.” Sam swings his body back up, trying to shake off his admission.  

Mika moves before she can stop herself, grabbing his wrist. “Sam...I-”  

She’s nervous. Mika chews on her lip anxiously, looking down to avoid his intense gaze.  

“Do you need energy?” she finally asks him. Her voice is quiet, but her question screams at them both.  

She feels Sam’s body go rigid, “I’m fine.” He bites out in a hard tone. His actions defy his words as Sam doesn’t pull himself out of her light grip. 

She looks up at Sam for the first time, and really notices how tired he looks. He’s carrying his own undereye bags and he’s been training his brothers almost every day. Sam is more than at the end of his power supply. Mika didn’t know how often they needed energy, but it looked like Sam was desperately clinging onto whatever was left.  

“Sam, you look like a dead man walking.” She tells him bluntly. “Take my energy, I’m telling you it’s okay.” Mika reassures with a squeeze of his wrist.  

Sam’s losing his internal battle with his will. He scoffs at her statement and turns to look away from her.  

“I promise, it’s okay.”  

Sam’s tense shoulders finally seem to relax, and he begrudgingly looks at her. Mika sees his eyes are no longer green but rimmed in a beautiful gold. Almost dancing around his iris. She smiles in triumph.  

“Don’t look so smug,” he says moving his hand out of her grip to grab her waist and lay her down on the bed. He touches her like she’s something fragile. “You’re gonna be tired after this.”  

“Only if you do it right.” She teases him. 

“Oh? Now you’re pushing your luck.” Sam says in a low voice but before she can respond his lips have found hers, shutting her up.  

Mika feels the enthrallment working its way in her body, making her feel flushed from the inside out. She feels the warmth in the pit of her stomach. Sam’s hands leave a burning trail as they slide down to her hips. He presses her into the mattress, it’s a consistent firm pressure, almost like he’s forcing his hands to not roam her body. Mika wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Their mouths slot together easily.  

Unlike before, Mika is acutely aware of being enthralled. Mika craves more, she only wants more of Sam. She wants him all over, kissing her neck, caressing her, marking up her body with evidence of only him. She involuntarily thrusts her hips up, trying to chase any friction, a small whimper escapes her lips. She feels his grip on her hips tighten in response, keeping her still in place. A low growl registers in his chest.  

Heat flushes down her body, as a wave of desire floods her senses. Mika’s head is swimming in thoughts of Sam. Everything feels too much, too hot, just too intense. She can’t decipher if she has real feelings or if it’s just enthrallment. Her head is spinning as she realizes maybe she should have asked about how enthrallment works before just diving right into it. 

Sam shifts and leans his weight onto one arm as he props himself up. His mouth moves to sprinkle kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She doesn’t suppress the moan that comes from her, craning her neck back to expose more to him. Sam chuckles into her neck and places one more soft kiss on the hollow of her neck. 

 He pulls away to sit up, “Thanks, I’m good now.” His voice is low, like he’s the one out of breath and not her.  

She looks up at him, eyes heavy as she feels the enthrallment drop. She’s taking deep shallow breaths, feeling completely blissed out. Her head was still fuzzy from it all. 

“Uh, yeah, anytime.” She says in a daze moving to sit up.  

Sam snorts and places his hand on her head, ruffling her hair. His eyes are soft as he looks at her, “Don’t offer up something like that. I might make good on it.” He teases. 

After Sam leaves the room Mika falls back on her bed. Hands covering her burning red face as her heart beats astronomically fast. She has no idea what she’s doing.  

‘Fuck me.’ 

She should have asked how their powers work. Enthrallment is... confusing for Mika. They just seemed so human, she forgot they were demon's half the time. If it wasn’t for Damien’s never-ending mind reading, she would forget entirely.  

Which is why she shouldn’t be thinking about it at all right now. She grips the steering wheel a little tighter and tries to focus on the music playing from the radio. Mika’s driving to class, it’s Damien’s turn to escort, and she’s still replaying last night with Sam. She’s trying not to while Damien’s literally sitting next to her. There’s no privacy in her own head, and while usually that wouldn’t bug her with Damien, this is different. Mostly because she doesn’t know if she has feelings for Sam or if she just liked the lustful feeling from the enthrallment.  

Mika’s mind wanders to Sam’s firm hands pressing her into the mattress and his large body hovering over her frame. Sam was built and it wasn’t fair, he easy threw her over his shoulders, and she thinks about him manhandling her in other ways. She shakes her head trying to push the thought from her head. 

There’s a heavy sigh from Damien and she looks at him briefly, seeing him quirking a brow at her.  

“I’ve heard literally everything in your head, and it is not only overstimulating, but it feels like mind whiplash.” he says with a frown.  

She clutches the steering wheel, white knuckles, as she focuses heavily on the road. Shame flushes through her body.  

“How, how does enthrallment work?” Mika asks quickly trying to push past her embarrassment.  

Damien chuckles, and tries to cover it with a cough, “Well, it gives us your energy. Which you knew that much. As incubi we feed on sexual energy, but enthrallment doesn’t magically give you deep emotions for someone. It just lets us bend your will to ours in that moment. It also enhances the pleasure of your experience as a human. Nothing more and nothing less.”  

Mika grows quiet at Damien’s respond and mulls it over in her head.  

“So, my very confusing feelings aren’t the enthrallment?”  

“Nope. That’s all you.” Damien looks over at Mika with an amused smile. 

“You’re not being very helpful here Damien...” Mika says with a pout as she gives him an annoyed glance.  

All Damien responds with is a genuine laugh. 

#seduce me otome #seduce me the otome #seduce me #sam seduce me #seduce me the demon war #seduce me mika #seduce me sam

[jhilsara]

Heeeeey so I’m at least trying to draw the bastard(tm). But school has been kicking my ass recently…

#seduce me the otome #ooooooo he looks good! but yes a full bastard

[jhilsara]

Tie Me to You/ Chapter 8

Chapter Summary: Mika and the incubi have a successful party. But what are Devils?

Word Count: 2.6k

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Chapter Warnings: Small gun violence

This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI

Can also be found on AO3 X

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser

Midnights become my afternoons

When my depression works the graveyard shift

All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

The house is finally empty. Everyone has disappeared and Mika is sitting on the staircase, head resting on Damien’s thigh as he sits behind her. Matthew and Sam flank her on the left and right. James and Erik are standing, but just barely. Their bodies lean on the staircase banister with their ties undone. The group is drained physically and emotionally.  

“So... that went well?” Matthew’s voice asks hesitantly, looking up at James.  

James lets out a heavy sigh and nods, “As well as it could have.”  

“Oh, was the bombarding of questions too much for his royal highness?” Sam spits out sarcastically.  

James twitches at that, but doesn’t give into Sam’s tease, “Not too awful, just draining...” James takes his glasses off to massage the bridge of his nose. “How was the rest of your night?” He shifts the attention to Mika.  

She lazily looks up at James, unwilling to really feel motivated to move. She shrugs, “Better after my father left.” She murmurs.  

Sam groans and leans back on his arms, “Fuck your dad!”  

Matthew sits up a little more, leaning over to look at Mika better, “What happened? I didn’t know something went down?”  

Erik crosses his arms in frustration, brow furrowed, “Her awful father put his hands on her and left a nasty bruise.” he says irritably.  

Mika feels Damien stiffen behind her as he and Matthew proclaim, “He what?!” in simultaneous disbelief.  

Mika had been so drained she hadn’t even thought about what her father did earlier in the evening. She just wanted to go to bed. It wasn’t the first time her father had put his hands on her, but it was hopefully the last. 

“It’s over, I’m fine, Sam stepped in.” She says dismissively, trying to avoid the topic entirely.  

Damien reaches down and grabs her arm gently, “Can we check it?” he asks softly, in a way that she knows means he’s just trying to be helpful and not make it a spectacle.  

She avoids their eyes but slowly removes the opera glove, exposing the bruise. She hadn’t looked at it since but in the past few hours it’s gotten worse. The disgusting yellow peeking out underneath it all makes her feel nauseous.  

“Oh Mika...” Damien’s voice rings behind her.  

She can’t take the staring and shoves the glove back on. She folds her arms in on herself. Mika tries to make herself disappear, shame filling her chest.  

“It’s over alright? He left and Sam definitely broke his hand.” Mika says, trying to keep her voice light and joking, but the clip to it reveals her resentment.  

“Sam!” James raises his voice giving his younger brother a pointed look. 

Sam snorts avoiding James’ eyes, “I didn’t break it... I just fractured it. Aggressively.” he says with a smirk looking down at Mika, giving her a light nudge with his knee.  

The nonchalant attitude of it all has Mika relaxing again, she feels light laughter bubbling from her chest. It all just seemed so ridiculous after all. A dead rich grandfather, an abusive father, and five strange men who just happened to be incubi? It all just sounded so absurd. Mika couldn’t figure out what her life was anymore. It was insane to think so much could happen in four months.   

 “We should probably clean up...”  

Sam stands and reaches his hand out for Mika, to help her stand.  

A gunshot echoes in the room, loud and terrifying. Before Mika can even register what’s happening, she’s curled up on the stairs, Sam’s bracing himself over her and Damien. Using his body as a shield.  

There’s a pregnant pause before they realize no one is hurt. Sam stands fully to turn towards the door, anger clear on his face.  

Past Sam’s figure, Mika sees two people. If you could call them people, their skin a burning fire red. The two figures standing in the open doorway have her spinning. The male presenting one of the two holds a gun in his hand, as it lazily dangles on his fingers like it’s not a weapon.  

“Honey I’m home~” his voice calls out, its cold and gritty. Making her want to sink lower to the ground.  

Damien moves to stand, keeping Mika positioned behind Sam. “Get out.” Damien says in a clear voice. “This home is protected by holy magic; your powers won’t work here.” Damien says in a voice that is more exasperated than annoyed.  

Mika can tell Damien’s tone irritates the visitor, his eye twitching, “I don’t need this to kill you.” The man stays in a distorted voice. Glowering at the incubi brothers. 

“We’re really not in the fucking mood Malix. Get the fuck out.” Sam growls out stepping closer.  

Malix, the man with bright red skin and white hair, looks unamused. He cocks his brow before looking over Sam from head to toe with a feral smile like a predator. Showing his sharp teeth, ready to bite down.  

“Oh? Sorry, did I barge in on you lot whoring yourselves out like the incubus you are?” he asks with a disgusting cackle leaving his throat.  

Mika is taken aback by what the man says, none the less the fact he barreled into her home. “Excuse me?” She asks, tone offended for the brothers.  

She tries to stand and step past Sam, but his arm keeps her behind him. He won’t budge. “Stay behind me.” He whispers to her lowly.  

Malix, perks up at her voice. He steps forward leaning closer, trying to get a good look at her. His yellow and blood red eyes roam until they land on her face. It’s unsettling to say the least. His feral smile never leaves his face.  

“Oh, is that her? The warlocks kins?” Malix asks with a short high-pitched laugh, “C’mon share her! It’s not nice to keep playthings to yourselves.” He whines out, his gaze piercing into hers. 

Mika grips onto Sam, taking a hesitant step back, she didn’t like how he was looking at her...like she was a meal. She can't move, the piercing red of his glare freezing her. She just clings onto Sam, who in turn has his fists clenched already. 

James steps forward, pushing Malix back and blocking Mika from his line of sight. “She’s protected too you animal.” James hisses out.  

Malix just raises a brow at that, while a smirk crosses his face. “Interesting...” he drawls out.  

The woman who’s with him seems incredibly unamused by all of this. She’s just waiting by the door for him. “Malix.”  She says his name in an irritated tone.  

He whips his head around to her, mouth open to yell but sees the look she’s giving him. Mika can’t see too well, so she misses the silent conversation that seems to be happening between them. Malix just scoffs. 

“We’ll leave... but watch your back outside of,” he gestures his arms widely to the house, “this protective barrier.” He says ‘protective’ like it’s a joke with a heinous laugh.  

He stands tall looking over at them once more, “You’re in our territory incubi.” He turns to leave but hesitates. 

He does a full turn and points his gun at Mika, Sam’s still positioned in front of her, refusing to move.  

It doesn’t protect her from the piercing glare of Malix’s red eyes, staring into her soul, “You too sweetheart, don’t think you’re safe either.”  

Malix pockets his gun before leaving the house. The group of incubi all letting out a breath they were holding.  

Mika’s shaking, she’s looking at the five brothers for answers, but their silence isn’t helpful. Sam turns to look at her, and the rage softens for a moment, to notice her anxiety.  

Tonight, just couldn’t be a normal night.  

“What are they?” Mika finds her voice to ask, she’s trembling. Any joy or reprieve she had from earlier was absolutely gone. Icy fear gripped at her now.  

“Devils... they come from Hell.” Erik spits out disdainfully.  

She pauses, “Then where do you come from?” she asks.  

Mika is realizing how little she truly knows about these five men. Yes, she’s gotten close to them in the past three months, but they almost never talk about their past. She could almost forget they were demons.  

“The Abyssal Plains, demons, come from a different realm.” James states crossing his arms, “We have our own supply of magic and free will. Devils, on the other hand, their magic doesn’t belong to them. They pull their powers from hell, from Satan. They only live to cause chaos, murder, and mayhem to human souls, either here or in Hell.” he tells her in a bitter voice.  

Mika stands there dumbfounded for a moment. There’s too much information for her to take in. Demons are not the same as devils, nor do they come from the same place. They all have magic, but it’s different. On top of all of that, there’s holy magic? She presses the heels of her hands against her eyes, trying to comprehend the information overload. 

While her brain feels like it’s going into overdrive, Damien grabs her hand making her look at him. Pausing all thoughts.  

“He can’t hurt you, not with hellborn magic. It’ll be okay.” Damien tries to reassure her. 

She knows he can’t help but read her mind, it’s just on display for him, but she feels guilty that he’s exposed to her raw emotions almost every day. It’s hard enough being in her own head, she can’t imagine juggling everyone else's.  

Sam’s hand lands on her shoulder and he squeezes it, “We’ll kill ‘em.” He tells her confidently.  

 She looks at the group of men wearily but it’s not like she has much of a choice. She has to trust them.  

Mika wakes up the next morning and decides that she was already over the day before it had even begun. She rolls over lazily checking the time on her phone and frowns. It’s too early for her to be awake. She curls herself deeper into her plush blankets and squeezes her eyes shut, hoping for an ounce of more sleep. To drift away for a few more hours. 

She tosses and turns before she undoubtedly settles on the fact, she is unfortunately awake for the day. It didn’t mean she had to be productive.  

While she should get up and clean up downstairs, she can’t find it in herself to bother doing that right now. She gets as comfortable as she can in her bed and finds herself endlessly scrolling away on her phone. 

It’s not until it’s the middle of the afternoon that Mika decides she needs to be a human. She drags herself to the bathroom to quickly shower and brush her teeth. She pulls on her comfiest clothes and goes to the entrance to start cleaning. 

Mika's surprised when she goes to the staircase that it’s already practically spotless. All decorations were gone, the standing tables for the bar were put away, and the floor had looked freshly mopped. She stands there stupefied for a brief moment. They cleaned...? 

She walks towards the kitchen, prepared to do some chores, but once again, clean. The kitchen was practically spotless, and the dishes had been cleaned and put away. Before Mika can think of something else to preoccupy her time, she hears shouting outside. It almost sounds like drill instructions.  

She walks towards the back of the house and through the French doors that leads out to the patio, following the noise. She leans against the open door watching the commotion. All five of the boys were outside and it looked like they were training. At least from what Mika hears Sam barking, it sounds like instructions.  

She watches them perform a four against one fight. Sam being the solo act. He easily dodges their attacks and lands a few punches of his own. Almost dancing around his brothers. Mika watches them for a few more minutes before she decides to interrupt.  

“How long have you guys been out here?” Mika calls out to them. Moving to the edge of the patio. She’s only in some house slippers and she doesn’t plan to step on the dirt after taking a shower.  

The boys all stumble, surprised at her presence. Mika raises a brow at them, looking over how they are clearly exhausted.  

“What time is it?” Matthew asks, he’s bent over hands against his knees trying to catch his breath.  

“Around two, maybe almost three.” she tells him. 

“Long enough. We’ve been out here long enough!” Matthew tells her exasperated as he shoots Sam a glare.  

“We need a break...and food.” James says looking at each of his brothers. He isn’t hunched over like Matthew but he’s taking some shallow breaths.  

Sam huffs in frustration, “I don’t know if you guys have noticed, but we don’t have time for a break!” He bites out harshly.  

Sam’s drenched in sweat, and while he stands tall with his hands on his hips in irritation, Mika can see how tired he is from the slight shake in his muscles. They all desperately need to eat at the very least.  

“You want one too Sam.” Damien outs his brother's thoughts quickly, with a soft smirk of his own.  

Mika snorts in amusement. Sam just rolls his eyes.  

Mika raises her hand to wave them off dismissively, “Go and shower guys, I’ll make lunch!” She turns to go back into the house. Ignore the faint protests she hears. If they spent all morning cleaning and training, she could make them lunch. Fair is fair... even if she feels like she’s doing the least amount of work in the house.  

She’s going through what’s in the kitchen before she lands on just making them sandwiches. It was easy, light, and would at the very least settle their stomachs until a proper dinner.  

Mika gets to work making them some protein filled sandwiches. She also cuts up some vegetables and fruits to put on the side. Giving them something to hopefully make them feel better than they looked. It doesn’t take her a super long time to make all five of them plates.  

She makes herself a late breakfast parfait, with the leftover fruit and yogurt. She eats it before she’s even done making their lunches. Dancing around the kitchen to the music she's softly playing from her phone.   

Mika leaves their plates of food on the dining table for when they’re ready. She was going to study for her finals until dinner. She still had a few more weeks of her degree left, and she wasn’t about to fail now. She just had to get through her business program, and she was starting her masters in the fall. She was more than excited to focus on a path she enjoyed.  

Mika’s so lost in her studies she doesn’t notice the time until it’s well after seven. She makes her way downstairs and sees all five of the men laid out on chairs in the dining room. She pauses at the entryway and looks at them concerned. 

“How about we order dinner?” she suggests looking at the tiredness seeping into them.   

There’s a faint murmur of agreement, James goes off to do some work in the office and Erik plans to lie in his bed until food arrives. Mika drags Damien, Matthew, and Sam with her to the living room.  

“If you’re going to rot it might as well be comfortable.” she suggests. 

She sits in the middle of the couch with Matthew and Damien flanking her sides. Sam chooses to lounge on the floor, his head resting against her legs. Mika is casually carding her hands through Sam’s hair, Matthew is fully laying on her shoulder, and Damien’s draped over the arm rest half-awake watching the movie Mika put on to pass the time. The four of them are so comfortable they almost fall asleep before their dinner comes.  

She’s thankful that this was an easy solution. It’s been a hectic weekend, and she would rather spend her Sunday trying to relax. Their problems could wait until Monday like the rest of the world.  

#seduce me the otome #seduce me otome #seduce me #sam seduce me #seduce me james #seduce me damien #seduce me erik #seduce me matthew #seduce me mika #mika anderson #seduce me fanfiction

[jhilsara]

Certain Dark Things, Ch 1:

Finders Keepers

“And where did you say you found Black, Miss Weasley? Would you be able to show us?” The auror holding Regulus Black asked. “We’ll need to take your official statement—this will cause a bloody mess at the ministry.” He shuddered, assumingly at the sheer amount of paperwork awaiting him now that a presumed dead man had mysteriously come back to life.

Some instinct deep within Billie rose defensively at the interrogation, anxiety suddenly bubbling in her chest as she found herself caught in Black’s intense silvery gaze.

Why should she reveal her find to some ministry lackey? It was hers.

 Hers. A voice murmured darkly in her mind. Her find. Her secret. Her fingers twitched in her lap, a dark intoxicating greed overwhelming her.

Rating: Mature

{Regulus Black x Fem!Bill Weasley} {slow burn} {eventual smut}

{enemies to reluctant allies to lovers} {jane eyre gothic vibes}

Other tags: Under the Influence of Horcruxes, Dark Magic, Regulus Black Lives, Family Feels, Protective Siblings, Mystery

#fics #hp #🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 #writing is beautiful like WTF

[jhilsara]

Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh, I'm in desperate need of Eric headcanons, darling. If you don't mind, of course...

Erik Headcanons

yes ofc!!!! 🩷cw: eating disorder

occasionally models his own clothes and gets his brothers to model for him

very thin very soft hands

probably tried coke or the demon equivalent

the sorta guy to like obsess over a stranger if they do one nice thing for him randomly

fucking hates hats and will never wear one cuz they mess up his hair

one of the things I headcanon the most for him is that by the start of the first game he's recovering from an eating disorder which developed from abuse from his mother

wears the most make-up out of all the boys but not that much mostly just for dark under eyes

despite that has perfect shiny skin and a great skincare routine

He has a man crush on Asami from Legend of Korra

Water bender!!!

Despite that he does not drink water- it's always wine, soda and coffee no matter what

get into random kids shows from watching them with Matthew and Damien- Ever After High and Monster High are his faves

He's a big fan of Cleo and Draculaura

he mains Pauline on mario kart but King Boo is second if she's not on it

Used wax strips himself once and Sam started pissing him off so he slapped one on his leg

He loves to travel! His least favourite place was probably Paris because of how crowded it was

He's so into Lana Del Rey's music and like her whole music aesthetic

Listens to her and ABBA mostly

He can do amazing eyeshadow and paints nails very well

He does Mika's hair when she asks

Pretty much just Mika's personal stylist and beautician

THAT'S IT RN IDK IF ILL ADD MORE TO IT!!!

#seduce me the otome #seduce me erik #this is all correct #all hits no misses

[jhilsara]

Sam headcanons

Diverse music taste

Ranges from evanescence to beyonce

Big Beyonce fan

Is a horrendous driver

Like multiple tickets speeding parking you name it

He cannot parallel park he gets out of the car sees that he's parked over two spaces and just calls it a day

I feel like when they first came to the human world he would be scared to go to the gym cuz he felt like everyone was judging him (they were checking him out)

But he started going and now it's his second home

Loves to work his core

#never skips leg day

Has probably punched through a wall or two

Sokka from the last airbender is his fucking spirit animal

He's an earthbender argue with the wall idgaf if he has wings made from fire

Probably uses like 19 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash, perfume, nail polish remover, you name it in the shower

Once Erik found out he forced him to throw it out

But it works :( nobody cares 😐

(absolutely personal headcanon) but Damien or Mika got him into Yellowjackets and he had an obsession with Natalie and Lottie- especially older Lottie. (so me)

Hates small dogs. And hairless cats they're like his mortal enemy

Doesn't wear fancy/dressy clothes unless he's forced too

Most of the clothes he owns probably double as pyjamas like sweatpants and hoodies

sorry but I hate his vest from the first game with a passion he just looks too thin for his description.

Absolutely perfect teeth. Perfect shape, so white not crooked

He has fangs but they're perfect

Switch lol

His sleep schedule is so random sometimes he's up the earliest and working out and sometimes he doesn't wake up until dinner time

I've said this before, but I just cannot see him as a police officer and in my world he's like a devil hunter.

Imagine like

He has a small team that he's with and they get told to go to places where there was like sightings of devils and take them out.

I thought this because not only can I not see him as a police officer, but I feel like he wouldn't give up fighting even if he got his anger under control.

Has one of those loud ass Mr krabs laughs when somethings rlly funny

Dressed up as a cowboy one year for Halloween and looked amazing -absolutely inspired by @poddle99 fanart 🩷

Him and Gaku were together before he left

He plays with his dog tag necklace when he's thinking and doesn't realise it or when he's sad or nervous

@not-another-lesbian-stereotype this photo changed my life 🩷

#seduce me the otome #seduce me sam #the way i know deep in my soul he is a bad fucking driver #ALSO FUCK CANON COP SAM #HES NOT A COP

[jhilsara]

Tie Me to You/ Chapter 7

Chapter Summary: Mika and James announcement party has finally arrived. Too bad her father knows how to ruin everything.

Word Count: 4.9k

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Chapter Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse and neglect, emetophobia, small amounts of violence (breaking some bones), and alcohol consumption.

This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI

Can also be found on AO3 X

The water filled my lungs

I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing

Rain came pouring down when I was drowning

That's when I could finally breathe

And by morning, gone was any trace of you

I think I am finally clean

Clean- Taylor Swift

Chapter 7

She’s going to be ill. 

 Mika is a thousand percent going to vomit and ruin all the hard work she’s done to prepare for tonight. Her stomach won’t stop doing acrobatics and she’s only spent her day running back and forth doing tasks. Set up the decorations, clean the backyard, call the caterers back, and most importantly, that the supplies for the candlelight vigil for her grandfather are ready go. The list goes on. Everything she’s been doing was to keep her mind from drifting. She’s done all she can now, with three hours to go until the party, she has nothing to preoccupy her vicious thoughts. 

Mika’s mind mostly consists of seeing her father and fearing the repercussions of her actions.  

David makes her feel small, like she’s just a part of a checklist of his life. 

Graduate top of class? Check. 

Go to an Ivy League? Check. 

Get married young? Check. 

Get into the family business? Check. 

Have a baby? Check. 

Be a good father? Check. 

Her father always had an uncanny ability to make her feel insignificant and dim. She believes his words, even if she knows in her heart, they aren’t true. It doesn’t stop the pain of knowing her father’s love comes with conditions. One’s that she has no want to fulfill. There’s the tiniest part of her, the part that is still a little girl, who craves her father's affections.  

Mika wishes that part of her would shut up, would understand that there’s nothing she can do to make that man happy. She’s never been able to appease him without losing herself in the process.  

Mika’s in the middle of retying the decorations on the staircase banister, gripping the ribbon tightly in her hands, she barely registers Damien’s hand stopping her.  

She quickly snaps her head to look at him questioningly, her brows furrowed in confusion, before she sees all the brothers at the bottom of the stairs. Mika doesn’t like how they're looking at her. It’s a worried glance and it has her gritting her teeth in frustration. 

 Was she so lost in her own fears about her father she didn’t even hear all five of them enter?  

“Mika, just breathe. Everything looks fine, the food caterers are here, and the sound system and bartender are already set up.” James tells her. “It’s going to be fine.” He shoots her a far too confident smile.  

“That’s not,” She sighs looking at the five of them, “that’s not what my problem is. I mean, yes, I’m nervous but it’s not the party I’m worried about...” she states picking at the petals of the flower on the banister. Mika can’t meet their eyes. Not when they give her that look of pity.  

“Your father won’t get near you.” Damien reassures her quietly.  

While the thought was reassuring, it didn’t change the fact that her father’s cold looks and sharp tongue hurt more than any hit ever could. She shudders as the image of his anger floods her mind. Damien squeezes her hand reassuringly. 

“It’ll be fine,” Sam’s gruff voice cuts in. He’s looking up at her, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. “Stick with me, I’ll be like your guard dog.” he offers with a crooked smile.  

Matthew laughs boisterously and pats Sam’s back, “Sam can frighten anyone away!”  

Sam’s eye twitches before he grabs Matthew by his head and shoves his little brother away.  

Matthew’s hands fly up and he pouts, “I just styled my hair dude!” He walks away to find a mirror. 

Erik rolls his eyes before walking up the stairs and guiding Mika away. “Go get dressed while we finish up. We got this.”  

She doesn’t have a chance to argue before she’s being shoved into her room and the door closes behind her.  

Around fifteen minutes before the guests are supposed to start arriving, there's a knock on her door. She’s at her mirror, staring at herself, trying not to feel the dread creeping its way up her throat.  

“Come in.”  

The door cracks open and it’s Erik. He’s giving her a soft reassuring smile. He’s in his own tux, a wonderful deep burgundy suit with a black undershirt. His own ginger hair is styled and out of his eyes, he’s quite handsome.  

They were all handsome, she thinks, they were sex demons. Handsome and sexy is written into their DNA. 

She turns to look at herself once more in the mirror, feeling inadequate. It’s the voice of her father seeping into the back of her head. She still hesitates to think she’s anything but plain looking.  

Erik comes behind her and places his hands reassuringly on her shoulders, looking at her in the mirror. 

“You look like a dream. I should know, since I picked out that dress.” he says proudly with a glowing smile.  

Mika looked at her reflection, the dress was gorgeous. A wonderfully elegant plum, to compliment her bright green eyes. It didn’t wash her out and somehow made her darker hair look luxurious. Mika runs her hands down the fabric, trying to straighten out the silk. It clings to her body in a way that is flattering, but also makes her feel too seen. 

“I don’t feel like a dream.” She replies, still feeling nauseous.  

Erik shrugs nonchalantly, he grabs her wrist to drag her away from staring at herself. “Let’s go take a shot of courage together. Tonight will be fine, we’re all here for you. You don’t have to face anything you don't want to alone.” he encourages. 

Mika nods, letting him guide her.  

She plays Erik’s words on loop in her head. She doesn’t remember the last time she didn’t feel the burning sensation of isolation when it came to events like this. She was so used to playing her part at parties or events. Being a perfect daughter with her perfect family, even if it was only a ruse.  

She easily follows Erik down to the bar and has the bartender pour them two shots.  

“Cheers!”  

She feels the liquor burn the back of her throat, but it’s better than the nervous somersaults in her stomach. She could do this. 

Before her shot glass even lands on the counter there’s a solid hand on her exposed shoulder, holding her firmly. She looks up to see Sam raising a brow but with a slight smirk on his lips.  

“Didn’t realize it was that part of the night yet.” he teases her. 

She flushes a bit in embarrassment and shoves him lightly, he doesn’t budge. His muscular frame is much larger and bulkier than hers. She couldn’t move him if she wanted to.  

“It’s just a shot of courage Sam relax.” Erik waves him off dismissively before walking away from the pair to go check on something else before the guests arrive.  

As Erik leaves them Mika’s eyes roam Sam’s figure. He also is in a tux, but much different from Erik’s extravagant one. Sam’s is simple, a black suit with an emerald green tie sitting loose around his neck.  

Mika reaches up to tie it. “Isn’t it too early to have a loose tie?” She shoots back at Sam looking up at him with a small teasing smile.  

Once done, she runs her hands down the tie to make sure it sits perfectly. She pats his shoulders with a job well done to herself. Sam’s face is burning red as he looks down at her with wide eyes. 

He coughs awkwardly, averting his eyes. “Thanks...” he mumbles.  

She nods and chuckles to herself before walking away shaking her head.  

As the evening progressed Mika’s emotions kept ping ponging around. Everything was moving in an increasingly fast blur. As members from her grandfather's company come pouring in, they immediately all make their way towards her. Each person offering their own condolences or some words of remembrance of her grandfather. She keeps her emotions in check, thanking every one of them properly. They lost him too after all. 

There’s a lull in arrivals that gives Mika some reprieve from conversation. She feels herself deflate as she walks over to the open bar. She needs another shot. Her college friend group is mingling at one of the tables near the open bar and she smiles at them. Hoping that talking with them will settle her nerves some.  

Mika feels someone watching her, not maliciously just watching. As she waits for her shot, she looks over her shoulder and sees Sam’s gaze meet hers while he stands at the door. Mika gives him a small smile and a halfhearted wave.  

Sam shoots her a nod of acknowledgement. He’s watching out. Her parents hadn’t shown up yet, and a part of her prays they wouldn’t. Mika knows that her father wouldn’t miss a chance to save face though. It’s good to know Sam’s sharp gaze is watching. She feels a bit more secure knowing someone is looking out for her.  

She wonders over to her friends after taking her shot, to try and relax a bit before she makes the announcement. It’s nerve racking that she’s giving up her title in the family company, but also freeing. James was right, her grandfather wouldn’t want her to be miserable. She just had to get through this party first.  

Mika feels her parent's presence before she sees them. It doesn’t help that her friends' conversation slows, almost quiets completely. She feels the mood immediately change and she doesn’t want to turn to see them. Mika feels herself clamming up and her heart racing, she wants to run away. She does not want to be here; she can’t face her father.  

Before Mika can even turn to look and spot her parents, there’s a large, warm, reassuring hand on her back. She looks up and sees Sam standing next to her. He’s not looking at her, but his glowering stare is enough to know who he’s directing that fire towards. Mika follows his gaze, and she sees her father, facing her, like he was about to come up. Sam’s aura is enough to send David running with his tail between his legs. Mika let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.  

“Thanks.”  

“Don’t worry about it, James is looking for you. It’s almost time.” Sam tells her, his eyes are hard as he still follows her father's movements.  

Mika nods, looks to the top of the staircase and sees James up there with the sound system and microphone. It was time. She takes a shaky breath. She waves goodbye to her friends and walks over to the staircase. Matthew was blocking one of the entrance ways and Damien the other.  

Matthew gives her a bright smile, “You’ll do great, and it’ll be over. Piece of cake!” he tells her reassuringly. She can only nod as she hesitantly walks up the staircase.  

James is finishing setting up with the sound guy and gives her a thumbs up. “It’s ready to go when you are.” Mika can only give a tight smile. She’s not ready. It’s now or never though as Mika looks down over the banister to see people starting to form a crowd and the media outlets set up their own cameras.  

Mika turns around to James, eyes wide in fear. James gently holds her shoulders, “You are okay. You are safe. You can do this; Harold wouldn’t want you to spend your life miserable.” His voice is firm and leaves no room for discussion.  

Mika takes a deep, grounding breath. She walks up to the microphone and turns it on. It’s now or never. As much as her palms are sweating, she can feel her legs shaking, she knows she must do this. Or she’ll be trapped with her father forever. Her father who is looking up at her with an unamused face ready to pass his divine judgement. She will forever fall from David Anderson’s good graces, but Mika finds that she is asking herself if she was ever in them. 

No, she settles on, she doesn’t think she ever was. Mika had to fight tooth and nail for her father’s love, and she doesn’t want it anymore.  

The microphone feedback sounds in her ear, and she looks out amongst the crowd. She tries to find faces she is comfortable looking at. Her friends are all close together, which makes it easy. She also easily spots Erik, Matthew, and Damien. Sam’s disappeared but that’s okay. He’s been acting as security all night, so he’s probably busy. She looks towards her friends, who are all smiling and giving her a variety of thumbs up in reassurance.  

Mika can do this. She smiles at the crowd and speaks into the microphone. “Welcome everyone from Anderson Toy Company! I’d like to say thank you for coming tonight. There will be a few announcements we will be making alongside hosting a celebration of life for my grandfather, Harold Anderson. The candlelight vigil will be held later this evening.”  

There are a few mummers of excitement, but they settle quickly. Mika grips the microphone tightly, bracing herself.  

“I know all of you are here to witness me step into the position of CEO since my grandfather selected me...” she pauses trying to find her voice. Hesitant to make her next statement. “I am here to tell you all I have hired a new CEO who will be taking my place in the company, starting tonight.”  

The room is filled with gasps. The once silent room burst into noise. The camera flashes aren’t helping the immediate fear strangling her. She’s almost done, she just has to announce James. 

Mika brings her shaky hand up with the microphone, trying to finish her statement.  

“I know you all were expecting me to step into this role. I was prepared to sacrifice everything to do this.” Mika’s voice is small, and the room is silent to hear her again.  

“After careful consideration, I cannot in good faith take the role of CEO.” She’s looking out at the crowd, finding her friends’ faces for comfort. “My grandfather left me the option to be CEO, but he would never have made me do it. Not if I wasn’t passionate. He would have wanted me to find something I cared about, like his toys!” Mika smiles to herself, knowing, in her heart, she’s right. She’s making the right choice. 

“I welcome you all to regard your new CEO with the warmth and joy my grandfather would have. Please welcome James Anderson.”  

Mika finishes and takes a step back, handing James the microphone.  

“You did great,” he whispers to her before taking the microphone and walking forward to address the crowd.  

Mika watches James for around two minutes before her nerves finally get to her and she needs to get away. James words mingle in the air, and she should be paying attention, but she’s truly going to be sick.  

Mika slinks to the back staircase, the one closer to the kitchen in the back. She knows everyone's at the front, preoccupied by James, so no one should be in the back. She rushes into the hall bathroom and locks it. She’s looking at herself in the mirror and it feels like an out of body experience. Her dress feels too tight, her eyes are glassy, and she can feel the sweat dripping down her back. Mika only has about another split second before she hovers over the toilet retching up her nerves and the two shots of liquor in her stomach. She hasn’t been able to eat all day and the way she’s dry heaving proves it.  

She feels better after the bile settles and her stomach stops acting like it wants to vacate her body. She stands back up, on shaky legs and wipes her mouth over the sink. Mika looks at herself again, this time she’s able to recognize herself. Her green eyes pierce through the mirror back at her. She’s in once piece, the world didn’t end, and she has some newfound freedom. 

Mika nods to herself and leaves the bathroom.  

“You ungrateful brat!” Mika’s vision goes blurry as she’s shoved against the closing bathroom door. There’s a tight, vice like, grip on her forearm. The voice hisses out to her, “You were left everything, and you take it all for granted!”  

Mika looks up and sees her father’s cold eyes glaring down at her. Of course, he’d notice her walking away and he knew she’d be in the back. He knows this house like the back of his hand.  

Mika tries to pry her arm away from her father, but his grip is iron. He pulls her closer, “You have let our family name tarnish within this company!” he whispers in his quiet rage.  

“Let. Me. Go.” Mika growls out at her father, trying to pry his hand off her.  

“No! Not until you understand that this is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made!”  

Mika’s eyes are filled with fear as she looks to where the crowd is. Too far away. Everyone’s too far away. She can still hear James on the microphone discussing future plans and answering questions. She’s on her own. She squeezes her eyes shut; she should have just stayed upstairs.  

“What are you going to do with that business degree, huh? Don’t you dare think I’ll be paying for those student loans!”  

Mika flinches as she hears his voice, the tone, the anger... it’s making her shrink back into herself. She’s looking at the ground, pressing herself as close to the wall as possible. Mika should have known that he would corner her. David Anderson never made a scene public, especially when it came to discipling her. He always knew how to make her feel insignificant, even in public.  

“I mean really Mika,” he scoffs at her, “did you really think you could just sleep your way out of your responsibilities? Whose son are you fucking to mess with me?! Who’s James?” David spits out. 

His glare is so fierce she shrinks back into herself. She feels the hot shame of tears pricking her eyes and she tries to turn away from him.  

“Look at me when I’m talking to you-” David’s voice cuts off. 

The tight, bruising grip on Mika’s arm is gone suddenly and she sees someone step between them. Forcing her father to back up considerably. 

“Didn’t you hear her? She said, let go.” Mika’s head whips up and sees Sam’s broad back. He’s using his large frame to block David; she can’t see her father past Sam’s muscular form.  

Sam’s voice is low and demanding, she almost didn’t recognize it. She can see that Sam has her father’s hand tight in his grip. Crushingly tight.  

“What are you deaf? Answer me.” Sam pushes, taking an intimidating step towards David.  

“How dare you!” David growls out. He’s frantically trying to wiggle out of Sam’s inhuman grip. Fear filled his eyes.  

Mika doesn’t think she’s ever seen her father afraid. He always seemed so untouchable. 

“How dare I?” Sam questions back with a dry laugh and a tone that’s dangerously dark. Sam’s still gripping David’s hand. His grip is so tight, her father’s hand is a ghastly white.  

“I’m not the one who’s attacking their own kid, am I?”  

David scoffs, “I’m not hurting her. This is family business and none of your concern!” her father's voice cracks, giving away his false bravado.  

“Oh? You sure about that?” Sam replies in irritation, he turns back towards Mika, who’s just been staring at his back. His face is hard as he narrows in on her forearm. She’s been clutching her arm to herself, trying to seem as tiny as possible. His green eyes look down, making eye contact with her, they soften as he takes her in. 

“Can I see?” He motions quietly for her arm; she just nods numbly and holds her arm out hesitantly for him.  

His touch is gentle, almost feather light, as he looks down and sees the hand shaped bruise forming. She sees his eyes flicker gold as his brow furrows. He clicks in tongue in irritation. He gently holds her arm out for David to see.  

“She fell.” Her father says without hesitation.  

She hears the bones crack with a sickening snap before she hears her father’s yelp of pain. Sam has broken or at the very least, severely fractured, her father’s hand.  

“It’s in the shape of your hand... I suggest you apologize and leave before I shatter all the bones in your hand and convince James to fire you. Wouldn’t that be a scandal?” Sam threatens, his voice low and clearly angry.  

His eyes are burning with rage, as he stares down at David. Sam almost towers over her father in this moment. As Mika stands next to Sam, she wonders how she was ever afraid of this small man, who is trying desperately to cling onto some power.  

“Mika, I am your father! He can’t do this to me!” he shouts, trying to leer around Sam and force Mika to look at him. Force her to listen.  

She almost would have, if it wasn’t for Sam. She’s gripping onto his suit jacket, clinging to his back. Sam turns to her briefly, “He needs to apologize to you.” Sam growls out.  

She hears more bones cracking; Sam isn’t letting up until David apologizes to her.  

The pain sends David over the edge, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry just let go of me!” her father cries out. 

Sam doesn’t stop glaring but releases his hold, “Piss poor excuse of a father.” Sam bites out glaring down at David.  

David clutches his fist to his chest, his fierce glare flighting between her and Sam. Mika hears the noise of the crowd dispersing, knowing that James is done with his announcements. Mika sees her mother walking towards them with a quirked brow.  

“David what happened?” She asks him casually, looking lazily between Mika and Sam. “Forget it Laura, we’re leaving.” David says clearly biting his tongue. 

Mika’s mother doesn’t say anything, just gives the briefest of waves as she rolls her eyes before walking behind her husband to exit.  

Sam stays in front of Mika until he knows that her parents have left his line of sight. He turns around to face her, but her grip is still tight on his suit. Her body trembles as she leans her forehead against his back.  

“Sorry, I...” Mika tries to talk but she just feels how dry her mouth is. She’s trying to breathe, but the whole event has her head swimming.  

Sam gently coaxes her hand off and pulls her into his chest. One arm wrapped tightly around her body, rubbing soothing circles into her back. “It’s okay, it’s over.” he whispers into her hair.  

She stays hidden in Sam’s embrace for a while. It isn’t until she hears more footsteps coming their way that she feels the need to pull back. She’s still in front of the only guest bathroom and she doesn’t need to be seen right now.  

Mika looks down at her arm and makes a face, “I can’t cover this up...” she mumbles looking at the disgusting handprint on her forearm. It’s a ghastly purple with yellows flowering underneath it.  

Her father’s left worse on her before.  

“Stay put, I’m going to grab Erik. I’m sure he can help.” Sam tells her reassuringly. He waits for her to agree before running off.  

Mika stands off to the side, holding her arm behind her back. She only noticed a handful of guests walking her way, all to use the restroom. She’s still safely tucked away from the major crowd. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for Sam to come around the corner with Erik hot on his heels.  

Sam looks over to Erik, like his brother has all the answers he needs. Mika pulls her arm forward for him to look over it. She can’t look them in the eyes, embarrassment flushing her face as she looks down. Her eyes spot Sam’s fists curling and uncurling in unspent frustration.  

Erik hums in thought, before gently escorting her back upstairs. “I have something to fix this fashion wise. It’ll be fine.” he reassures. 

Mika keeps her head down as Erik takes her into his room. She just stares blankly at the large bruise on her arm. Wishing she wasn’t so afraid, or that she could be different. Sam was the complete opposite of her. He came right up to her father and had no issues telling him to fuck off. Mika had never seen her father in that light. One where he was fearful and tiny. Seeing David like that, the man who could make her feel like she was nothing more than a pawn in a chess game...he was just as easily broken as her. Had he always been so small and frail? 

“Foul man, I can’t believe he thought he could grab you like that! It’s a nasty bruise love.” Erik mumbles under his breath and he goes to dig around in his bin of costume pieces he was working on.  

Erik’s daytime job of working as a tailor and designer paid off in moments like this. He had so many side projects he was working on, he just kept things and usually it worked out. Like in this moment as he pulls a gorgeous pair of black opera gloves out.  

“If anyone asks you about the gloves, you’ve had them this whole time. Just gaslight them. Be confident.” he tells her with a wave. 

She lets out a soft laugh, “Thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it, just make sure you see Sam before you go out to mingle.” Erik says with his arms crossed. “He won’t say it, but he was worried. I haven’t seen him that furious in a minute.”  

She’s pulling the gloves on and nods her head in acknowledgement. She needed to thank Sam properly.  

Mika goes back down to the main entrance. She sees everyone has scattered about again. Off towards the side of the entryway, James is being interviewed by one of the many news outlets. She tries to avoid that, quickly walking in the opposite direction. The last thing she needs right now is a camera in her face. Mika’s eyes hunt to find Sam. She finally sees him leaning against the wall of the dining room. She smiles softly as she walks over to him.  

His eyes catch hers and Sam perks up in attention. “You okay?” He asks her once she’s closer.  

“As good as I can be.” Mika gives a shrug. She notices Sam’s eyes burning a hole in her arm, where they both know the bruise from David is.  

“Thank you by the way...I don’t know what he would have done if you hadn’t stepped in.” Mika admits softly, trying to cover her arm with her hand.  

The bruise may be hidden, but it still feels like a raw, open wound with the way Sam’s heavy gaze sits on it.  

“I should have been quicker... You weren’t supposed to be alone.” he murmurs as he looks up at her. His eyes are so intense when he locks his with Mika’s it sends a chill down her back.  

She’s moving before she can really register her actions. Mika grabs Sam’s hands, holding them tightly. “You were there, which is better than most...” her eyes fall to where their hands connect, “I’ve had worse.” she murmurs. 

Sam opens his mouth to respond, but what he sees over her shoulder has him relaxing a bit. He gives her a crocked smile and nudges her. “Your friends are looking for you. Go, we can talk later.”  

Mika gives him a puzzled look before turning to look. Her small group of friends are congregating at the closest standing table just watching her. One of them wiggles their brows suggestively at her. She flushes and rolls her eyes at them.

“I, uh, yeah. We’ll talk later.” Mika rushes out and turns on her heels to her friends. She hears Sam laughing behind her.  

“Sooooooo,” one of her closest friends, Suzu, teases with a vicious grin, “Who is big, bulky, and broody?”  

Mika groans and reaches over to swat at her friend. A blush still creeping up her neck. “He’s just a friend! Could you not?”  

Her friend just hums in amusement, “Sure, friends. Haven’t heard that one before.” 

Mika groans in annoyance.  

The night ends with the vigil for her grandfather. James and her usher everyone out to the backyard. Damien and Matthew hand out candles to each person as they go through the doors. Once outside Sam and Erik are lighting the candles. By the time Mika and James make it outside, there’s little space left. Almost everyone who came for the announcement stayed for the vigil to honor her grandfather.  

It warms her heart, knowing so many people did truly care. 

“Thank you all once again for coming, I’d like to take this time to talk about my grandfather, Harold Anderson. He gifted me so many things throughout the years, but nothing will ever compare to the love he left me.” She looks out at the crowd and her eyes stop as she looks at the incubi brothers who have steamrolled their way into her life.  

“I hope we all learn to love and give back like my grandfather.” Mika says sincerely with a smile. 

#seduce me the otome #seduce me #seduce me otome #seduce me sam #seduce me james #seduce me mika #seduce me matthew #erik seduce me #seduce me damien

[jhilsara]

Tie Me to You/ Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: Mika gets stuck grocery shopping with Sam... who hasn't really spoken to her in 2 months.

Word Count: 2.5k

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Chapter Warnings: None!

This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI

Can also be found on AO3 X

They told me all of my cages were mental

So I got wasted like all my potential

And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad

I have a lot of regrets about that

this is me trying - Taylor Swift

Chapter 6

It took one interaction for Mika to realize that she and Sam were very different people. It took a couple more for her to realize that he makes her blood boil in ways that make her eye twitch and her fingers curl into fists. She feels like a child with how quick to anger she becomes around him.  

 It takes a month for her to conclude that there is no hope for them to create a relationship like she has with the other brothers. She doesn’t even see them ever being civil, let alone being friends. 

It takes two months for her to feel hopeless and that her and Sam are just two people living together. Nothing more and nothing less.  

Indifferent.  

It frustrates Mika that she can’t interact with Sam normally. 

 Damien and Matthew had been so easy to talk to. They were so invested in the human world and full of questions.  She didn’t struggle to keep conversations with them. It almost felt like she had brothers the way they would laugh and recall stories of her grandfather.  

Erik, she had surprisingly gotten insanely close to. He had cleaned out her grandfather's room like he said he would, and he made it feel like it was hers. He had put all her grandfather's belongings into the office and told her it was sorted and ready for when she wanted to go through it. When she saw the room for the first time it truly felt like it wasn’t a hollow reflection of her grandfather. It felt like it was hers. Erik had rearranged the furniture pieces, unpacked her belongings she brought with her, and had gone out to find some things he thought suited her tastes.  

Mika didn’t dread sleeping in there anymore.  

The first night in the newly renovated room was the best sleep she had gotten since her grandfather died. It didn’t fix her grief, but it made the ever-lonely nights easier.  

James was also a rough start, but it wasn’t so bad after he talked to her in the garden. She wouldn’t say she was close with him, but she could find common ground. Not to mention James offered to free her from the duties of the family company. They had been planning the announcement party for her to name him as CEO. He had no issues believing he could use his powers of enthrallment to persuade everyone to believe them. It was the logistics of planning everything and sending out the invitations and RSVPs.  

The date was set for early May, and they already had confirmations from news outlets wanting to cover the “Young New CEO of Anderson Toys”. They were getting that story, just not who they thought it was with. James had also suggested they turn the event into a commemoration ceremony for her grandfather and Mika couldn’t be happier. Most of her grandfather’s friends were left out of his funeral or weren’t even given a chance to know. She wanted to celebrate her grandfather with the people he actively loved and worked with. 

Her father had also already sent his confirmation that he was coming. She hated how looking at his name sent a wave of fear through her body. She wasn’t a child anymore, but he still had this effect on her. She hated how small she felt next to him.  

James reassured Mika that her father wouldn’t get near her. She appreciated the effort and the support from him. It was kinder than anything her parents had ever done for her. It was nice to have someone looking out for her.  

It was nice to have people to come home to, who greeted her warmly. She had never experienced a welcome home. Her mother was distant, and her father was cold. Mika had been told countless times how important it was that she didn’t disappoint them.  

Their perfect, porcelain doll daughter. Beautiful and ready to crack at any moment. 

Sometimes she felt like she was cracked, broken from the inside, held together only by willpower. She had spent so long walking a tightrope in her parents' house. 

In this home though, she was free. She came home to smiles and welcome backs. She came home to meals every night with the band of brothers. It was a home... a family, if she dared tried to call it that.  

...but there was Sam. Sam who had made it overly clear that he wanted nothing to do with her. He avoided her like the plague. If she didn’t find her interactions with him so frustrating, she’d be insulted. 

She thought she could deal with it, that it wouldn’t bother her. His silent attitude, his snarky remarks that made her want to argue back and forth. Mika's relationship with Sam, if she could call it that, was tumultuous at best.  

She wanted to get along with all of them, even if that seemed impossible. Sam clearly, making it harder than it needed to be. 

She only ever really talked to him if it was in group conversations at dinner and designating tasks when they did group grocery shopping trips.  

It mostly consisted of Matthew, James, Sam, and her. Erik and Damien would come if they were free but preferred not to overload the car. 

Matthew only went because James and Sam were constantly fighting over grocery items and meal preps. Even if James was the one who cooked the most. Sam was very opinionated over the quality of meat and vegetables. To the point that he’s gotten in a few arguments with the butchers. 

Mika still hasn’t been back to the good meat shop downtown since he argued over the cut of ribs they were buying that time. It truly was embarrassing.  

Today, was grocery shopping day. Today, Matthew and James were not coming. So, it was only Sam and her.  

She was dreading this trip more than normal.  

Mika’s putting on her shoes to leave and she calls out for Sam.  

“I’m ready to go Sam, unless you want me to go alone, which is fine too!” she says holding onto the door frame as she slides on her rain boots. April was always wet, more than she’d like.  On the bright side, her flower bed was looking amazing.  

“Leave you alone to pick out the produce? No way.” His voice pipes up closer than she registered. She looks up and sees him holding the door open, like she wasn’t the one waiting for him.  

How was he so fast?  

She grabs her keys and motions for him to follow. The car ride to the grocery store is bleary and silent. The low rumbling of the radio and the rain hitting the windshield is the only noise heard between them in the car.  

It makes her anxious, how heavy the silence feels.  

Once they’re inside the store, Sam grabs a basket and goes off to the produce section leaving her alone. She sighs and pushes her shopping cart to gather the things on the list.  

Once she’s done, she’s standing in the freezer section contemplating what ice cream she wanted. She hears Sam’s heavy footsteps before she sees him as he sets his basket in the cart. Filled with meat, veggies, and fruits.  

“Are you not done yet?” he asks her, tone a bit accusatory.  

She shakes her head, “No, I am. Just thinking about something for me to veg out with later.” she hums in thought.  

He quirks a brow at her, “Isn’t ice cream like, I don't know, sad food?” he questions.  

Mika turns and gives him a sharp look of irritation. He’s said maybe two sentences to her, and she’s already done with this shopping trip. 

She just sighs and reaches in for a small pint of lemon custard and places it in the cart.  

“Lemon?” Sam asks, looking over her shoulder. 

She can feel her eye twitching, ready for this conversation to be over, “Yes,” She hisses out, “It’s my favorite.” she says defensively. 

“Don’t people usually get chocolate when they’re sad?” He states taking a step back to gently pry the cart from her hands and push it.  

Mika bristles, “I like lemon custard. Didn’t know I was gonna get grilled for my depression ice cream of choice!” she says in an irritated huff.  

She did not need this right now. Sam had never tried to talk with her before, and today wasn’t the day to start. All she wanted to do was go home, curl in her bed, and watch a movie with her ice cream.  

Not answer arbitrary questions that he clearly didn’t care what her answers were.  

“I’m not grilling you!” He groans out pushing the shopping cart. “I’m trying to have conversation...” he mumbles to himself.  

Mika freezes and moves to stand in front of him, stopping the cart from moving, her eyes bright with fury. 

“Then why do it now? Why not sooner? Why not in the car, or look through the store with me, or, god forbid,” she scoffs at him, “the million times you’ve avoided me!” she hisses out voice raising with her anger. She was tired of being angry, but Sam knew how to pick at her. Say or do all the right things that made her feel something besides sorrow.  

She loathed it. 

Sam’s brows furrow down, like they always do when he frowns at her, “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks in a cold tone.  

Mika glared at him and decided against starting a fight in the middle of a very public grocery store. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath trying to center herself. Sam could just look at her the wrong way and she felt the pit of her stomach turn.  

“Just, forget it. Let’s check out.” Mika pushes ahead walking towards an empty checkout line.  

She can feel his silent fuming next to her. He’s simmering like a pot about to boil over. Maybe this was it. This was the moment the two of them would finally scream it out and agree to never talk to each other again.  

She could handle that. In fact, Mika would prefer that in this moment than having to be stuck next to him with his glare burning holes into the back of her head as she pays the cashier. 

They aggressively load up the car with their groceries and get in to go home. The sooner she was home, the sooner she could run off to her room. Where there wasn’t an overly muscular man observing every move, she made.  

Once they’re seated in the car he turns to her snapping in a clipped tone, “What did you mean inside?”  

Mika clutches the steering wheel tightly, focusing on the road and not Sam’s face, “Exactly what it sounded like Sam.” she says dryly. “You avoid me, all the time! So, forgive me, but I find it extremely hard to believe you when you say you’re trying to start a conversation... you’ve had plenty of better opportunities to talk to me.”  

Sam opens his mouth to try and argue with her. He doesn’t say anything though, just keeps opening and closing his mouth like a gapping fish. He can’t argue with the truth. 

She raises her brow in a pointed look, “Point proven. Now can we just go back to you ignoring my existence?” she bites out bitterly.  

Sam’s face hardens, he leans forward making sure his body is facing her, “I can’t ignore your existence, in fact, I’m more than aware. I can’t get away from you.” his voice is low, almost a growl.  

She’s had it. How dare he act like she was the problem. She slams on the brakes and pulls over to the side of the road. If she was going to get into an argument, she would look him in the eye. She couldn’t believe his audacity! 

“Okay Sam, be so fucking real right now. What you just told me makes no sense! You never talk to me, hell, half the time you won’t even look at me!” She says facing him completely and trying to keep herself collected. Her tone rose, and she was five seconds away from screaming in frustration. Sam made her want to pull her hair out.  

He just continues to glare at her. “Half the time you either leave the room when I enter it or you’re hiding on the roof. I don’t know what I did to you, but I’m sorry okay! Just don’t sit here and act like you care or notice me, or whatever it is you’re trying to say!” Mika can feel her face flushed clearly frustrated.  

His own scowl deepens as he opens his mouth, “I’m not pretending to care about you idiot! Who do you think was dragging your ass to bed every night you’ve been crying yourself to sleep on the couch? It sure as hell wasn’t anyone else!”  

She pauses, her eyes widen in surprise. It was Mika’s turn to be stunned into silence.  

Sam realizes what he’s just admitted, and his own face flushes from embarrassment. He lets out a heavy sigh and pushes his hair back and his eyes drift to look out the window. “That’s not-fuck.” he groans in a hushed tone.  

She looks at him in confusion unsure of what to do with the information he’s provided. Mika slowly eases the tension from her body as she moves to sit back in the seat.  

“I’m... confused.”  

“I’m sorry, okay.” Sam tells her with a sigh. He looks back over to her, “I swear I’m not trying to be a dick... I just didn’t want to irritate you after the whole, kiss situation.” he sounds embarrassed just mentioning it.  

“Before I knew it two months went by and, I didn’t know how to talk to you... you just seemed to avoid me, so I assumed-” he trails off his sentence, unsure of where to go or what he even means.  

Mika sits in silence for a moment before dissolving into a fit of laughter. She covers her face with her hands to try and muffle her laughter but her whole body shakes as she laughs.  

“I’m sorry! Sorry I just-” she turns to him, looking at him through her hands, “are you telling me you were too embarrassed to talk to me?” She bites her lip, trying to stifle her giggles.  

Sam’s face is bright red as his voice hitches in annoyance, “I- no! That is not what I’m saying!” 

Mika’s still smiling, trying to calm herself down, “Really? From where I stand that’s exactly what it sounds like.” she teases. 

Sam sighs and leans back in the seat. Hands covering his face now. “Fine... you win.” he mumbles.  

She reaches out to touch Sam’s arm lightly. It’s meant to be reassuring but the way he jolts, like he’s been shocked, from her touch has her retracting a little. She chews the inside of her cheek for a moment looking for something to say. 

He’s looking at her though, with a soft smile. The first she's seen from him. Mika thinks he looks infinitely better when he’s smiling.  

 “If it makes you feel any better, Damien and Erik chewed me out...” he tells her, it’s half joking.  

She snorts, “It does actually.” she says smugly.  

She sits back shaking her head in disbelief. She drives them back home, the silence not so heavy in the car, but one of understanding.  

Life gets a little easier after that.  

#seduce me otome #seduce me the otome #seduce me #seduce me sam #seduce me erik #seduce me the demon war #seduce me james #seduce me matthew #seduce me damien #seduce me mika

[jhilsara]

I never posted my spidersona but this is her 🩷

Her hands have heart palms and heart finger pads that are sticky and help her climb. The pads are squishy so she essentially has cat toe beans 🩷

I never named her but she was just my sona so it’s just me 😂

#my art #spiderverse fanart #spidersona #across the spiderverse

[jhilsara]

#hobie brown x oc #hobie brown #hobie x oc #hobie x mj #mary jane oc #mary jane watson #my art #across the spiderverse

[jhilsara]

Tie Me to You/ Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: Mika finds some compassion from Erik and James in her grief.

Word Count: 2.5k

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Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, and parental abuse

This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI

Can also be found on AO3 X

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back

Just like that

Labyrinth - Taylor Swift

Chapter 5

Mika is sitting at the dinner table trying to ignore the whispered hissing across the table. It’s hard when it’s the two men she has the least interactions with and when she definitely knows they’re talking about her. 

They think they’re being subtle, but it’s obvious they aren’t. Especially when Sam’s version of a whisper just sounds like a normal speaking voice. Just somehow rougher instead of softer. 

“James stop staring her down, it’s creepy… and not helping you.” Sam tells his older brother with a clipped tone in his voice.  

“Oh? Like you’re not constantly glaring daggers?” James redirects with a raised brow.  

Mika is trying to focus on the conversation Matthew is having with her, but it’s hard. She catches Damien across the table giving her a sympathetic look. He knows where her head is at, and it’s not focused on Matthew. 

“…that’s my resting face you dick.” Sam growls out at him.  

She can feel their eyes on her, and it takes all her attention to focus on Matthew. She’s even turned her body to face him fully. Too bad she doesn’t know what he’s saying. Was it something about the show they’ve been watching together? She just smiles and nods along, pretending to listen.  

Erik, who sits on the other side of her, leans towards his two stubborn brothers. “Why don’t you both just talk to her?” He calls them out with an annoyed tone. Crossing his arms looking at the two men in irritation.  

The table goes silent as everyone turns towards James and Sam. Mika doesn’t look up, instead taking more interest in her food.   

“Fuck this,” Sam groans and gets up, storming out of the dining room.  

The front door slams and Mika physically flinches at that. Erik puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder in comfort.  

“Excuse me.” James mutters stalking off on his own. His anger was much more repressed and simmering under the surface. He’s probably skulking off to her grandfather’s office. 

Erik sighs and stands up, “Sorry for their attitudes. I can talk to James.”  

Erik leaves the room and it’s just Damien, Matthew, and her. She sighs and feels herself losing her appetite. She excuses herself to go to her room. 

She still hasn’t changed the bedroom or unpacked any of her belongings. The room is still very much her grandfathers… and it’s exhausting. She lays on the bed and covers her eyes.  

She doesn’t know what to do about James or Sam… It was so easy to talk to the others, but those two. They made it hard.  She wonders if she’ll ever be close to them, but to be fair she wasn’t close to the other three either. They were just much easier to talk to and get along with.  

She wouldn’t say they were friends yet, but they were getting along. Which is more than she could hope to ask for.  

Could she really live in amicable hostility for the rest of her life? If the three of them just stayed out of each other’s way, would it be fine? Somehow this solution is still the better alternative than moving back in with her parents. She could almost laugh. 

There’s a soft knock at her door and she doesn’t move from the bed. “Come in.”  

The door creaks open and she doesn’t move to look at who it is, settling for wallowing in self-pity on the bed. “I talked to James, he’s much more reasonable than Sam.” Erik’s voice says as he comes in. 

“Are those your bags in the corner?” Erik’s voice asks in surprise.  

She finally sits up, a little embarrassed. “Yes?” she says it like it’s a question but those are her bags filled with her belongings. Included some of the miscellaneous items she had grabbed from her room before storming out of her parents. 

Erik gives her a look of concern before walking over to the dresser. He reaches for it, and she almost vaults herself off the bed. “Don’t open those!” 

Her voice is louder than she wants, and it hinges on desperation. Erik raises his brow before opening the drawer and looking in. He makes a small face, as if he’s confirming what he already knew. He looks at her in pity.  

“Mika… have you emptied any of his things?” he asks her softly.  

She stands in front of him, looking into the drawer of her grandfathers’ clothes like something had come to haunt her. “I did in the bathroom…” she says in a small voice.  

Erik sighs and closes the drawer, looking down at her. “Sweet girl, you can’t live like this.”  

“I just, I couldn’t do it…” She says, “Every time I opened it I just, I froze. It felt like if I didn’t empty it out, then it was like he would come back.” She admits softly.  

“I guess that’s a little silly, huh?”  

Erik looks at her with sincerity, “It’s not foolish, you’re grieving. There’s a difference.” He tells her. “This isn’t good for you though; you need to make this room yours. Or you’ll feel like a guest in this home forever.”  

She shakes her head, “I… I can’t. Physically I can’t, I tried to last week and I just…” she grits her teeth and sighs moving back to sit on the bed.  

“I can’t.” she murmurs.  

There’s a pause before Erik talks again, “What if I did it? I could clean out his stuff and just put it in his office in boxes. So, it’s all in one place for when you are ready?” he suggests. 

“You would do that?” she asks him in surprise.  

Erik nods his head. “I can redecorate in here too if you want, make it yours.”  

“You really don’t have to do that, I mean, it’s a really nice offer but-“ Erik cuts her off raising his hand telling her to stop. “Don’t worry about it. Think of it as an apology for how I treated you at first.” He pushes himself off the dresser and leaves the room.  

“I can do it soon. Just leave it to me.” He waves at her before leaving the room. 

She gives him a half-hearted wave as he leaves, and she deflates. She pads over to the bathroom wanting to take a shower so hot she can’t feel her skin anymore.  

It’s finally a nice sunny day in early spring that Mika feels like she can tackle the back yard. The old flowers have died and gone, and she wasn’t about to spend money on a gardener like her grandfather.  

She also thinks it would be a therapeutic activity for her. She’s outside, her black hair pulled back out of her face into a ponytail, elbows deep in soil. The only thought she really has passing through her head is if she can even keep the flowers alive. She went on a run to the closest garden center with Damien and Erik. The three of them bought more flowers than was likely necessary. She’s debating on if she should plant the roses next to the marigolds or if the hyacinths should replace one of them, when someone sits next to her.  

She pauses and looks up to see James of all people putting on gardening gloves and looks over at her. “The marigolds and white roses will look better next to each other.” He tells her gently. She raises a brow in question. 

James sighs and starts to dig out a hole for the bushes, “Sorry about…well behaving like I have been.” He tells her. 

She pauses and sits up looking at him in surprise, “Oh? What changed?” she asks him going to hand him the rose bush. 

“Thanks.” He starts settling the bush in soil. “Erik came to talk to me…he told me about you in the study.” His hands press the soil down harder than probably necessary. His brow is furrowed as he avoids her gaze.  

“It’s obvious you’re grieving like we are. It was overwhelming and completely out of our control when Harold died. I mean we came home to a young woman in our house telling us our only friend was dead.” He looks up at her and his face furrowed in clear frustration.  

She sighs and digs up her own spot for another rose bush, “To be honest, I wasn’t planning to live here for a while…” She pulls an offending weed out of her way aggressively.  

James looks at her curiously, “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” he pries a bit.  

She bristles a bit, James put the roses in the ground, and she packs the soil harshly.  She doesn’t look up at him. “My father’s a dick is the short story. He was pissed grandpa left everything to me, including the company.”  

She pulls back assessing the bush placements. She turns her head to look at James, “Which I find hysterical since he was always going on about how it was the plan for me to go into the family business !” She bites out the last part like its venom.  

“The second he hears that he gets nothing from a man he never even talked to, I’m the bad guy!” she scoffs in irritation.  

She pulls to sit up straight, her fists clenched tightly in her lap, and she focuses on the ground instead of James. “He made us bury grandpa almost immediately and he had the shortest funeral service imaginable. When grandpa’s attorney came and told us he left me everything...my dad just got so mad.” her anger has washed out of her body as she just sits there staring at the rose bushes.  

“We got into a yelling match that night and he hit me. So, I left.” she whispers. 

“Wait, he hit you?” James tries to ask for clarification, tone clearly furious.  

She just nods nonchalantly, like it's as normal as discussing the weather. She rubs at her face, trying to use her sleeve and not her soil covered hands. She moves to grab the marigolds and starts digging in the dirt again.  

She feels his eyes burn into her form and she wishes he wouldn’t do this. Over analyze her like the older brother he is. He’s not her brother, she doesn’t need his judgmental eyes analyzing her every move.  

He sighs before following her motions to plant marigolds on his side of the bed. “Your father sounds foul and you’re clearly better off without him.” 

His statement surprises her, not that she doesn’t agree with him. She just thought he’d try to talk her into reclaiming some lost relationship with her father like others had before. She remembers Erik’s statement about their own father. ‘Our lives, our father.... let’s just leave it at he’s a real monster.’ She wonders if James feels like they can share this common ground between them.  

She gives a soft huff of a laugh, “Thanks… I just- I don’t even know if I want this company. I’m getting a business degree, but I don’t want one. I hate it…”   

James is quiet, mulling over her words. “What do you think your grandfather would tell you?” he prompts softly.  

She laughs, it’s a cold sharp noise, “I know what he would tell me. He wants me to follow my heart… I don’t even know what my heart wants.” she says with a sigh.  

James smiles, “What a very Harold thing to say.” He shakes his head finishing the section of marigolds he’s planted. 

“Yea just like him huh?” She adds with a soft grin of her own.  

“You don’t need to know what you want yet. If you know you don’t want the company, then don’t take it. You have time to figure out your life.” He tells her, in a tone that’s very much leaves little room for discussion. Like he’s an old wise man and not some twenty-something in the dirt with her. What was he? Maybe five years older than her? 

She looks at him like he’s grown two heads, “If I don’t take it my father will flip. It would also go to him, but he wants to keep it in the family. Our legacy. I can’t escape it.”  she adds with a shake of her head.  

She looks at the flowers and wishes life were as easy as a flower growing. It had a purpose. The flower grows, makes food for the bees, the bees pollinate the other plant life, and the circle of life goes on.  

What was her purpose? Did she even have a reason for living? Would she ever find one?  

Not good enough,

    not good enough,

      not good enough, 

                     not good enough.  

                                          Useless daughter,

                     unloved daughter,

                 useless daughter, 

                                                                        unloved daughter.  

N o   o n e   w a n t s   y o u 

“…What if I did it?” James voice cuts through her spiral of anxious noise in her head. She snaps her head to look at him. She feels how tight her body was and unclenches her fists. She blinks in confusion at his offer. 

“Harold talked to me about it all the time. Honestly human work sounds so much easier than what I was doing before.” James shrugs saying it nonchalantly. “You also have let my brothers and I keep our lives here. It’s a way I can give back to you and him. I can take care of your grandfathers’ legacy.” he says looking at her, his gold eyes piercing.  

He’s serious. 

She gives a little scoff, “I’d actually love nothing more than to do that… We’d have to go through a process though and an announcement.” she warns him. She knows this world; she’s been around the Anderson Toy Company since she was a kid. Was James really okay diving into this without a care? 

“We can do that. It doesn’t have to be now. When do they expect you in the office?” He asks. She can see him already doing mental calculations.  

“After I graduate in 2 months…”  she answers quietly.  

“Then we’ll do it before graduation.” he says matter-of-factly, like that was that. End of discussion.  

“What do I do though? I’m just gonna have a business degree I don’t want…” She adds trying to imagine what a life not burdened by her family’s company would look like. It’s unknown. It’s scary.  

It’s exciting. 

“You could-” James gently grabs the last of the marigolds to plant next to hers, “look at majors at your school that interest you. Get a different degree, something you like.” he suggests. 

“… I did get great scholarships for this degree. I don’t have a big student loan. I only had to take out $10,000.” She hums in thought, more to herself than anything. 

“Don’t worry about the money. Your grandfather left you a lot and I can pay for it. Just find something you think your grandfather would know you’re happy with.” James says, wiping his hands off.  

Her eyebrows raise. “Why would you do that for me?” she asks him.  

Just the other day he was so angry he left the room and couldn’t even look at her. Surely it was more than just Erik talking to him? He was being... so kind. It wasn’t condescending, but genuine. 

He shrugs, “I’m repaying my debts… besides, it’s what Harold would want for you.” he tells her. It’s a peace offering. An apology for how he’s treated her this past month.  

She gives him a real, warm smile, “Thank you James. It means a lot, more than you could know.”  

He just shrugs like it’s not a big deal and stands up, taking his gardening gloves off, “I just know what it’s like to feel trapped.” he tells her with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.  

He walks back inside before she could ask what he meant.  

#seduce me otome #seduce me the otome #seduce me the demon war #seduce me #sam seduce me #james seduce me #erik seduce me #damien seduce me #matthew seduce me

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#hobie brown #hobie brown x oc #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie x oc #hobie x mj #my art

[jhilsara]

#hobie brown #hobie brown x oc #hobie brown x reader #hobie fanart #hobie x oc #hobie x mj #my art

[jhilsara]

I just love them <3

#hobie brown #hobie brown x oc #hobie brown x reader #Hobie x MJ #my art

[jhilsara]

I Have a Dream - Our Last Summer

I swear these updates like once every six months will probably never happen again I was just feeling the need to write. yes I did say literally like yesterday the next update would be in summer, no comment. Enjoy !! 🩷

A cool breeze blew through the opened window, making Mika sigh and rest her head lightly against Sam’s large upper arm as she cradled his arm and lay on the bed beside him, trying not to think about strawberry martinis, the smell of vomit still lingering from the bathroom or how muscular she realised Sam’s arms were. 

Sam was trying not to think about how tightly she was clutching onto his arm or how giddy it made him.  

Mika felt her stomach churn and she groaned, holding tighter onto his arm, “Don’t ever let me drink again, please.” 

Sam chuckled through his nose and grinned as he stared up at the ceiling, “Pretty sure I have a video of you saying something like that the last time we went to the club.” 

“You mustn't be doing a good job of keeping me sober then.” she scoffed. 

“You mustn’t be that good at self-control,” he replied cockily but winced and yelped as Mika dug her lavender nails into his arm and leaving red crescent moons in her wake. 

“Ow! You’re being violent!” 

“You’re being rude. I’m a lady, you shouldn’t disrespect me.” 

“You’re no lady, you’re a freak. I’ve seen your search history.” 

Mika laughed loudly and threw her head back. “You can’t fucking read! Yeah, you might’ve seen it but you didn’t read it! 

Sam huffed with a grin and yanked his arm out of her hands and sat up against the pillows, folding his arms and looking away from her. “You’re so mean to me. All because I can’t read well yet.” he replied sassily. 

Mika sat up on her knees and nestled closely to him while grinning promiscuously, “I’m not mean to you because you can’t read, I’m just mean to you because you get so cute when you’re angry.” 

Sam huffed and turned his head to her to petulantly glare, pointedly ignoring the way he was fighting off a grin. “I’m not cute. I’m manly.” 

Mika scoffed and giggled, “Don’t start with all of that, you love it when I call you cute.” 

Sam furrowed his brows in annoyance. “I thought you were supposed to be hungover. What happened to all the ‘Nooo, Sam, I’m so sick, don’t goooo.’” he whined nasally, absolutely mauling her voice. 

“Seeing your cute little face just makes me feel better. Has anyone ever told you how adorable and lovable you are?” 

Sam rolled his eyes and decided to go along with it. “Yeah, they have. What about it?” 

Mika smiled, looking absolutely pleased with herself. “They lied.” 

She screeched in delight as Sam reached behind him and grabbed a pillow, throwing it right in her face and yelling at her, “’Hungover’ my ass!” 

She grabbed the closest pillow to her and hit Sam roughly with it in the chest as she raised herself onto her knees once again. “Just because you’re in a hissy fit because you’re cuter than you are manly!” 

Sam grinned ferally and grabbed her wrists tightly and ripped the pillow from her hands and threw her down onto the bed. Climbing on top of her, he grabbed the pillow he threw at her in the first place and hit her continuously with it as she wrestled with him and tried to escape. She tousled with him until she was able to wrap her legs around his waist and spin them around and wrench the pillow from his hands, so she was sitting on his waist victoriously and panting above him with a toothy grin. 

Sam was about to fight back when she began shifting around on his waist, making his stomach feel like something had suddenly flipped around in his insides. His mouth very quickly went dry at the sight of her perched-on top of him, face flushed and panting as she grinned proudly. She threw the pillow to the side and looked down at him, beginning to tease him unknowingly, “What, this your first time having a girl on top of you or something?” 

She continued looking into his eyes while she waited for his usual, snarky reply. But he didn’t. Then it clicked for her.  

Sam broke eye contact with her and looked to the other side of the room as she sat up with a suddenly embarrassed face. Still, she didn’t make the effort to get up. Sam didn’t know where to put his hands and ended up awkwardly resting them on Mika’s kneecaps. She kept looking down at his embarrassed face and struggled to find something to say to diffuse the tension before failing and settling on silence. 

His rough hands even just resting on her knee sent a thrill through her stomach. Him trapped beneath her in embarrassment and refusing to make eye-contact, face red and hair tousled...it was hot. The look in her eyes changed to one of trepidation, but also curiosity and need. And then she broke the silence, her voice quiet a curious like she was trying to tell him a secret. 

“Are you...y’know...have you ever...?” her voice trailed off, unable to work up the confidence to say it out loud. 

Sam swallowed his pride and looked back into her jade eyes, feeling confident from the energy Mika was unknowingly giving him by straddling him.  

“Am I a virgin? What’s it to you anyway?” he asked, daring her to make another move.  

She took the bait and lowered her hands, so they brushed the tips of his fingers. “I want to know more about you.” she reached down and wrapped her hands around Sam’s and smiled to relieve some of the tension, “Is that a crime, Sam?” 

He shuddered as he involuntarily skimmed some of her energy, which seemed to come in abundance. He squeezed her hands shakily before dodging the question to try and distract himself from the sudden hunger for more. Now that he noticed it, he was fucking starved. He held onto her hands tightly to ground himself. 

“I know you’re a virgin.” he claimed, looking up at her hungrily. 

She simply shrugged with a small blush, “I want to wait for the right person.” 

He felt like she was looking through his eyes and into his soul. “And how do you know who’s the ‘right person’?”  

“Well...if I was going to...y’know...” she quietened. 

“If you were going to have sex?” he finished. 

“If I was going to have sex with them, and...it felt right and it felt...well, good, then I’d know." 

Sam nodded and squeezed her hands gently. “Yeah, I get what you mean.” 

Mika breathed in deeply and shifted on his lap at him squeezing her hands and how it felt like he knew she wanted him. Which he did. 

She leaned back and considered him with heat in her eyes, “You do?” 

Sam swallowed the rest of his tentativeness and doubt at the look she gave him. She wanted him, and he wanted her, and they both knew it. 

He sat up and braced her hips with his strong hands, pulling her impossibly closer into his lap just as his piercing emerald green eyes turned a carnal gold, “Yeah, I do.” 

Mika gasped silently at his hands on her hips and the sudden lack of space between them. While he was trapped underneath her, she felt like she was the one with him under her thumb, but now that it was real and he was right in front of her, she realized how much bigger he was. And then she realized, he had just as much power over her as she had over him. It felt right to be with him like this. 

Sam’s left hand began to trail up slowly from her hips to the nape of her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Mika shuddered into his touch and leaned closer into his chest. Sam gripped onto her nape gently, forcing her to look into his golden eyes. She bit her lip when she seen them and questioned him, “Do you need energy?” 

Sam replied shortly, trying to keep himself under control and fighting the urge to pounce on her. “I need you.” 

Mika squeezed her thighs as she straddled him. It felt so right, and it felt so, so good. 

“Have me then.” she murmured quietly. 

He pulled her in by the nape of her neck and gently but firmly pressed his lips to hers. Mika made a small keening noise of pleasure, and Sam let out a groan of satisfaction. He slowly absorbed the waves of sexual energy coming from her while constantly running his hands up and down her sides to just hold her and keep drawing out those sounds she was making. 

Mika gently bit down on his lips and pulled away, holding it between her teeth. He was the sex demon, but she still wanted to eat him alive. She released his lips and pulled away, panting slightly. His eyes still flared in a hungry gold, but not hungry for energy, hungry for her. Her heart done a flip in her chest, and she quickly rested her hands against his cheeks before rushing to pull him in for a kiss. It was more rushed than when he kissed her, their teeth knocked together and her nails accidentally scratched the sides of his face in pure desperation. 

Sam let out masochistic groans at her nails marking him so primally and he gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and ground into her. Mika gasped and pulled away, moving her hands down from his face to his wide shoulders, “S-stop, stop...” 

Sam released the harsh grip he had on her hips and pulled away, out of breath. As they tried to regain their breath, Sam rested his head on her shoulder and listened and tried to keep his focus at the sound of her ragged breathing. 

“You ok?” he asked in concern, worried he’d taken too much energy. 

Mika nodded from beside him as her breathing settled. When she collected herself, she rested her hand against the back of his head, playing with his already messy hair. “Thank you.” she whispered. 

Sam laughed quietly. “Thank you, Mika. Fuck you thanking me for?” 

Mika chuckled with him and paused for a moment to try and explain herself, “Just...the way you looked at me...made me happy.” 

Sam made a small smile. “Good. I’m glad.” he said quietly as he tried to settle down and stop thinking about Mika kissing him so carnally and desperately like that. 

Her voice was quiet but sure when she spoke next. “It’s just...I don’t know if I’m ready for sex. Kissing like that was a lot. Sex...I don’t know about it yet. I know I said I’d do it if it felt good and right but, I don’t know...” 

Sam silenced her quickly with a firm look. “Mika, I don’t care what you said earlier. If you don’t want to, we won’t. It’s that simple. Trust me, when you want to, we can,” he assured her confidently. 

Mika smiled softly. “I do want to, it’s just...” she let out a tired groan, “I don’t know how long ago I woke up, and I’m tired...” 

“You don’t need a reason, Mika. I get it.” he reassured. “I’m just...I’m happy that we did...y’know...that.”  

Mika snorted, “Yeah, don’t sound too happy about it.” 

“I am happy we done it! I’m very happy we kissed like that actually!” 

“I can tell, I can still see your boner.” 

Sam panicked, “What-” he quickly looked down. No boner. He groaned and glared at Mika. “Ha, ha, ha. So funny, Mika.” 

Mika sat there giggling with the evilest grin on her face that Sam had ever seen. “Wasn’t it? Wish I got a photo of your face.” 

“Right after I said I was so happy to kiss you and everything.” Sam grumbled. 

Mika smiled and grabbed his jaw gently before turning his head to the side and kissing his cheek. “I know. So cute.” 

“Whatever.” Sam murmured, trying and failing to hide his grin. 

#seduce me #When I tell you this fic is my fav #i mean it with my whole GOD DAMN CHEST #UGHG its so good for no reason #OP if youre reading this- please know- this is literally a chefs kiss silly little beach fic that has my whole heart and ass #has N O business being this goOD

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Tie Me to You/Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: Mika's been struggling with her grief and processing her new life with incubus in her house. Not to mention she's not getting along well with James, Erik, or Sam.

Word Count: 3.5k

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Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death and grief

This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI

Can also be found on AO3 X

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

my tears ricochet - Taylor Swift

Chapter 4

The first month living together with five strange men, who just also happen to be demons, is a struggle to put it lightly. 

She spends most of her time in classes or at her part time job. She doesn’t spend a lot of time in the mansion, and when she does, she immediately goes to sleep… mostly on the couch as soon as she walks in.  

She does, without question, end up in her bed every single morning. Well, her grandfather's room that she hasn’t touched, except for cleaning the bed sheets. She hadn’t even taken his clothes out of the dresser. She’s been living out of her bags, and it looks more like a hotel room than a bedroom.  

The bathroom is the only thing she didn’t feel weird about making her own. She piled up all her grandfathers’ things and shoved them under the sink. She couldn’t throw it all away. Not when there was his cologne and aftershave. The things that still faintly made it seem like he was here. 

She knew what she was doing wasn’t healthy. She couldn’t help it though, everything just seemed too big and too painful to look through yet. If she was going to start anywhere it would be her grandfather's home office. If she could even get in the office that is. James has essentially set up camp there and it’s impossible for her. She needs to go through some of the legal documents, mostly her grandfathers’ banking records. She doesn’t want to do that with James in the room. Mostly because she doesn’t know what she’ll find in the office. If she was going to have another episode of sobbing, she didn’t want it with James of all people in the room.  

James was... to put it nicely, an overly polite prick.  

The way he never addresses her by name and just calls her miss feels like a backhanded comment. Patronizing. He almost hisses it out when he looks at her judgmentally over his glasses.  

Not to mention the air he carries around him just feels odd. He walks bone straight, almost gliding as he walks. His words are very formal when he talks, and he always pauses to think before responding. Like conversation is a war strategy.  

She hasn’t seen him interact with his brothers super often, usually alone working in her grandfather’s office. He doesn’t touch any of her grandfather's things either, he just sits there working at the desk on his own laptop. She wonders what his day job is but refuses to ask him directly. She doesn’t need to be reprimanded like a child.   

She’ll just have to wait for a day he’s out of the house. Or, if she’s desperate ask Damien to talk to him.  

She shakes her head at that idea, it feels like high school. She’d rather wait him out than ask someone else to relay a message for her.  

It doesn’t help she’s barely been able to sleep, the bags under eyes are all the evidence she needs. She can cover it with make-up in classes and work but in the house... she doesn’t have the energy. The only thing she seems to have energy for is hanging out with Matthew and Damien.  

Matthew and Damien are friendly and make her feel like she’s not so alone in everything. She found herself talking to them on the couch until late into the night sharing stories of her grandfather. It settles the ache in her chest, healing a small part of her heart. It’s nice to know he wasn’t alone, not really. 

She shares the stories of her youth with them. Before she wasn’t allowed to visit him. 

 She recalls the one time she ran away from school and found him by accident on the streets. She was looking for him, but in her childish brain she thought his address was enough to magically find her way to her grandfather's house. She had felt so alone, ostracized by her peers and the coldness of her parents. She didn’t know what love or joy felt like until her grandfather.  

Talking about him helps, but she somehow feels more hollow and alone when the chill of the night happens, and she’s left on the couch alone. Any patchwork her heart was trying to mend would unravel in the black abyss of the night. She would fall asleep crying, rinse and repeat.  

Regardless she was always in bed when she awoke. Like clockwork. She doesn’t know if she’s sleepwalking or if Damien or Matthew carry her to bed. She doesn’t ask. She just accepts that she is being put to bed and leaves it at that.  

She’s been doing laundry today. It was the chore she didn’t hate doing, she could turn her brain off and just set a timer before going to do something else. The only issue that came up with her doing laundry had been Erik.  

She had been in the middle of sorting the clothes by colors and white when Erik walked in with his basket and almost lost his mind over how she was sorting the clothes. She hadn’t even washed anything yet.  

“Oh, absolutely not. I spent way too much money on these items to get washed with Sam’s disgusting work out gear!” Erik practically shrieked. 

He stands next to her, pushing her out of the way for a moment. He starts sorting through the pile by fabric types, pulling all the delicate items out and making a separate pile of Sam’s clothes. She had crossed her arms and looked at Erik in disbelief. She knew how to wash clothes, especially expensive clothes. She wasn’t even given a chance.  

“How about you just pull all the delicates and I’ll wash them? You can do everything else. I just think it would be better for all of us if you just let me dry clean certain articles.” He had said, but the tone in his voice left no room for questioning. She just raised her hands in defeat and let him. She only ever washed Erik’s bed sheets and she made sure to do them in their own load after his retaliation on how she did laundry.  

That was that with the laundry. She just would set it aside for him to deal with. It was easier than arguing and less work for her in the long run.  

Right now, she was folding up the clothes and putting them in the correct bins for each person. She was loading up Sam’s clothes currently. He went through laundry the quickest, only because of his workout routine. He was gone every morning before she was awake, and he went on a run every night before dinner. She could respect the discipline that took, but god, it was at least twice a week she was washing stuff for him. Which meant she was dropping off a clean basket at his door more often than she’d like to interact with him at all. On a good day he wasn’t even in his room, and she could drop it off at his door.  

Bad days were any interactions she had with him.  

She doesn’t see Sam a lot, but when she does, it’s almost like a bomb went off. The energy they have when they interact makes her skin flush red in anger. She’s never met someone so abrasive.  

She’s lost in her own thoughts walking up with Sam’s clean laundry. She’s wondering what else she needs to get done on her day off when she runs into a solid force. She drops the laundry basket and curses under her breath.  

Before she can even look up and apologize his rough voice cuts through her train of thought.  

“Watch where you’re going, you’re such a klutz. Humans are so oblivious.” Sam says harshly, but he still bends over to help her pick up his clothes that fell from the basket.  

She pauses and raises a brow at him, “You also weren’t looking. I had a basket in my hands; what’s your excuse?” She finds herself snapping back and him and throwing the items into the basket aggressively.  

Something about Sam’s demeanor and how he talks to her just set her ablaze. Her brows furrowed in frustration.  

Sam’s already frowning face turns into a glare as he snatches the basket away from her. He stands and storms off muttering something under his breath.  

It makes her eye twitch, and she just tries to shake it off. 

She just sighs and turns to go back to the laundry room. She still had things to do, and she didn’t want to dwell on Sam’s attitude for longer than necessary. It would just make her mood worse. Besides Damien already told her to not worry about Sam. So, she was more than content to try and ignore him... even if she was failing spectacularly at it. 

She’s been living with these guys for a month and not much has changed. The only difference is she isn’t worried about her appearance. She isn’t on edge like she would have been at her parents. It’s a small bright side to everything that’s happened, if she can even call it that.  

It finally happens on a random day where almost everyone is out of the house. Mika didn’t have work and came home straight from her classes. Feeling more emotionally drained than normal. Her professors were starting to notice, and she didn’t want that. Her professor today tried to talk to her about grief counseling today and she all but fled after the halfhearted conversation. As she walked into the house, she noticed it was unusually quiet. She goes to walk to her room, mostly just to shower, when she passes her grandfather's office. Empty.  

She freezes for a moment, peaking her head in. Empty. No James to be found. She almost throws her bag down and goes into the room. The sooner she could grab the documents she needed, the sooner she never had to be in this office again. She wouldn’t feel like a vulture hovering around James. 

All she had to do was grab his banking documents and some few other legal documents that she knew he kept in here. The question was if her grandfather labeled everything or if he was scatter brained. She was hoping for the first.  

She opens the desk drawer and starts rifling through what’s there. A note pad with miscellaneous shorthand on it, envelopes, pens, and a laptop. She grabs the laptop and sets it on the desk. She opens a few more drawers and finds a sewing kit and a few books. Nothing that was helpful. The last drawer was locked and wouldn’t budge no matter how hard she tried.  

She huffs in frustration and sits at the desk and puts her head in her hands. She wants to pull out her hair. She looks down at the laptop, sighs and hopes she can sign into it. She opens it up and is surprised to find it’s not some old clunky laptop. It looks like it was custom made, with extra security features like a pass lock and what looks like a retina scanner.  

She wants to dismiss it, because why in the world would her grandfather have something like that? It takes her two seconds to think about her own father and what a mess he made about her getting everything in the will and it’s enough to convince her. She doesn’t think she can get into it, but what was the worst that could happen? She presses the power button to turn it on. She doesn’t even get a second to prepare before the laptop's scanner is activated and it’s scanning her eye. She blinks in confusion before she sees that it unlocks and lets her in.  

The laptop has everything that she needs and then some. She finds all the important information she needed to get and sees that almost everything for her grandfather's company is on this laptop. Taxes, profits, product designs, and so much more. Her father would kill for this.  

There’s another icon on the computer called ‘Vorago’ but she doesn’t bother with it. Not today. It could be another time. She gathers everything that she needs and prints off a few documents. She shuts the laptop down and places it back in its home when she’s done.  

She gets up to go to the other side of the room to grab the documents off the printer when she notices what is in the room. Next to the printer is a framed photo of her when she was maybe seven or eight years old. Next to that is another photo, from her middle school picture day. She stands up straighter and looks down around. The room is filled with memories. There are so many photos of her and her grandfather, not to mention the cabinet she sees in the corner. A glass cabinet stands and is filled with gifts. Gifts that she’s given her grandfather over the years. It’s practically exploding like what she imagines a mother would keep of her child’s belongings. Not that Mika would know what that was like, her parents practically kept nothing. Sentimentality was not common in the Anderson household.  

She goes to open the cabinet and it takes some effort to open it. It’s truly filled with things. Once it’s open she starts going through it. There are drawings, letters, notes, photos, trinkets, anything and everything. He kept it all. She grabs a handful of papers and goes to sit back at the desk, as she sorts through them.  

He truly kept almost every drawing, note, and card she ever gave him. Even the really sad looking crayon drawings on construction paper. She sits there, looking through a lot of it. She doesn’t know when she started crying but her tears fall, hitting the papers and wetting the pages.  

She makes a choked sound in her throat, trying to not sob like a child. It hits her in this moment, that the only family member who ever made her feel loved and safe... is gone. He isn’t coming back.  

Her tears fall fast, like a flood gate had opened. She feels robbed. Her father tried so hard to keep her away from the one person she ever felt warmth from. He stole that time from her.  

Before she can spiral in her head any longer there's a soft knock in the doorway that has her snapping her head up quickly. 

Erik stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He’s looking at her like she’s a spooked animal. Maybe she is.  

His sympathetic look makes her want to scream and cry to be comforted at the same time.  

“You okay love?” He asks her softly. He makes his way slowly over to her at the desk and crouches to be eye level with her. 

No. Of course she’s not okay. She hasn’t been okay since the day her mother called her to tell her the only person that matters had died. So no, she was far from okay.  

She can’t say that though, nor does she feel bitchy enough to snap like that at him. Not when Erik’s clearly making an effort at this moment. Her body is shaking, and she can’t find her words to answer him. She can only shake her head.  

“Can I hug you? I think it’ll help you calm down enough to talk.” He asks her gently. 

She nods her head, and she grips onto him first. Mika presses her face into his shoulder and her sobs echo in the room. Erik gently rubs circles into her back trying to help her calm down.  

“Just breath, it’s going to be okay.” he whispers to her, giving her reassurance.  

It takes her a couple of minutes, or maybe longer, to calm down. Her concept of time doesn’t exist at this moment. She slowly pulls herself back off Erik and rubs her eyes aggressively to wipe away her tears.  

“Sorry, I didn’t... I didn’t expect going through this stuff would be so hard.” she tells him trying to take a deep breath. 

Erik keeps a hand on her back and rubs it comfortingly. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

She chokes again for a moment, but she can find her words, “He... he really loved me.” She sighs, looking up trying to keep herself from crying again. She’d cried enough today.  

“My father,” She pauses briefly to breath, “my father isn’t great. He hated grandpa. He tried to keep me away for a long time until I started driving myself. I just would come visit whenever I wanted after that. Grandpa never stopped being so excited every time he saw me...it was so nice.” she says, her voice small as she looks down at the table.  

Erik listens, taking in her words, and mules them over before he responds. “He talked about you a lot, Harold.” 

She looks up at Erik and sees his violet eyes looking at her with a warmth of understanding. “He would brag about you, all the time.” He gives a soft laugh as he recollects the memories, “I think he wanted to introduce us to you, but he just couldn’t find a way to explain five young men living with him.” 

She snorts a bit at that, it would have been a hard story for her to believe.  

“I just, I just thought I’d get more time with him. I don’t understand why he left me with everything, and I don’t know what to do without him!” She expresses putting her face in hands. “I have to figure it all out on my own...” she murmurs defeatedly.  

“You’re not alone Mika, you have us.” Erik tells her reassuringly.  

She scoffs and looks up at him like he has two heads, “Yea I’m sure James and Sam are so ready to help me if I ask them for help.” She says sarcastically pushing her hair back and out of her face. 

Erik makes a sour face, “They aren’t, well, we just aren’t used to humans. None the less interacting with demons who seem to actually be empathetic. Humans are so much...more complicated.” he tells her. 

She scrunches her face in confusion, “Are demons not like that?” she questions. Surely there were demons like themselves. Damien and Matthew were so kind. Even now Erik reminded her almost like a mother hen, making sure she was okay, even if he had no reason to check on her.  

Erik bristles at her question, “It’s very different. Our lives, our father.... let’s just leave it at he’s a real monster.” he tells her with a dry humorous laugh. 

Before she can linger too long on that comment he continues, “We left a terrible place where demons always were trying to use one of us to gain power. So, we’ve all acclimated to distrust first. Your grandfather was different. Kindness was a new concept for us, especially from a stranger.” Erik tells her, looking softly down at the table.  

A beat of silence sits between them before he adds on, “He talked about you a lot but obviously we never met you. You’re this odd bridge between us and Harold... and not a single one of us understands how to navigate it.” He says with a soft huff. 

“I feel like you guys know so much, got to know the person my grandpa truly was, what was kept from me. I feel robbed, like...” She bites her tongue and her face heats up for a moment. “I’m jealous.” she states simply.  

Erik looks down at her with raised brows at her own observation. He thoughtfully thinks her comment over.  

“It’s not your fault.” He tells her, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “That’s where James and Sam are confused. They are assuming you never wanted to be around Harold. I did too but this,” he gestures to her and the mess of papers on the table. “It’s so evident you care.” he whispers.  

She sits there looking down at everything, “Is that why James has been so territorial over this room?” she asks. 

Erik just laughs and shakes his head, “Probably. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to James. He will listen to reason.” he tells her. 

“What about Sam?” she asks hesitantly. 

Erik sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in slight irritation, “Sam... Sam is like a dog. More accurately like a hit dog. He’ll bite you before he realizes your safe and not a danger to him.”  

She deflates at that, “Great, that sounds promising...” she mumbles.  

Erik shakes his head and gives her a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder, “From what I’ve seen you’ll be fine. You match his energy, and he needs that. Trust me, that idiot will come around.”  

She just nods and looks up at Erik, “Thanks, for coming to check on me.” She tells him.  

He smiles, its warm and genuine, “Anytime.” 

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I Can See You

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Pt. 11/ Pt.12/Pt.13/Pt. 14/Pt.15/Pt.16/Pt.17/END

It's over! I can't say thank you enough for joining me and my adventures with Hobie and Mariana. I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did. I really grew attached to MJ and Hobie as their story just blossomed before me. While this is the end of the main story, I'll probably have a couple of one shots here and there for them. I just love them so much. Anyway~ once again thank you so much for reading this silly little fic and if you made it this far, I truly appreciate you for reading :)

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~Several Months Later~

MJ is trying to push her way through a rampaging crowd. She’s fighting against the current, but she could care less. The adrenaline pumping through her as she tries to look above the sea of people.

The screaming in her ears is starting to get irritating though. She elbows past a much larger man and finally gets somewhere off to the side where she can get a good visual.

Through the settling dust she sees Spider-Man knocking around the Vulture in the air. She brings her camera up and tries to take a few quick shots before she starts filming. She was getting tired of trying to frame the best front-page photo’s for Spider-Man slander at the Daily Bugle… but none of her other coworkers were willing to get that close to any of the action. She did get hazard pay from it and she was going to milk the cow dry as long as they were paying her.

They didn’t need to know that she’s got a small advantage since her boyfriends the vigilante… at least she feels somewhat safe getting up close to his fights. Even if the so-called vigilante in question does scold her every single time.

She was starting to kind of like it, it was just proof that he cares, not that she’d ever tell Hobie that.

Once she get’s a good enough photo, well, better than what her other coworkers have made in the past. She brings out her phone to film.

This wasn’t for the Daily Bugle, it was for her own personal blogging website. If she was forced by the corporate overloads to make money by slandering her boyfriends name, she could at least run a little side gig that tells the truth.

If she got more website hits on her blog than then Daily Bugle’s she didn’t brag, but god did it boost her ego. Especially since Mr. Jameson was too dull to figure out she was running the blog on the side anyway.

He wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box.

She’s scanning her phone to zoom in on Spider-Man and the cocky bastard has the gal to look over to her and shoot a peace sign at the camera. She rolls her eyes.

“As you can see our vigilante isn’t taking this fight very seriously since he’s flirting with the camera… It’ll make a nice fan cam later though.” She says sarcastically as she follows the fight.

Hobie’s high above, fighting the Vulture in the air. That was the nice thing about the Vulture, nothing was close to her on the ground.

Not like the Lizard a few weeks ago who literally flooded the whole street. Her shoes were permanently damaged. Not to mention her sliding down the road like a poor excuse of a slip and slide. She did get some stellar photos and videos from that. Even if she almost fell down into the sewer.

Hobie had finally conceded to the fact she was going to be near his fights. By her volition or by her new job. He couldn’t escape it. So, he did the next best thing, he started to make her gear that she could at least use to help herself.

The first being a web shooter. It wasn’t set up exactly like his. It was discrete enough to look like a watch. It was mostly to stop her from falling, which is how she saved herself from falling into the sewer.

The month it took for her to figure it out and feel comfortable enough to use it was not fun. Hobie was trying to teach her how to swing her weight, but he was a stick in comparison to her. She’s seen what his webs can do, she knows they can hold her easily. It was trusting herself to not screw up the momentum that was scary. That and the fact she didn’t like swinging to begin with. Even if it was Hobie’s favorite, it certainly wasn’t hers. The actions gave her whiplash and made her nauseous.

She only used the web shooter when she absolutely had to. She was more than happy that today Hobie was flying through the sky. She could safely keep her feet on the ground.

The Vulture shots his metal feathers as an attack toward the swinging vigilante. Hobie swings too close toward her and it has MJ running from the projectiles hitting the ground.

She keeps her camera steady as she readjusts to follow the fight again, “The Vulture should really start learning how to aim if he’s going to resort to his feathers.” She comments as she keeps filming. “I mean, how often have they really hit Spider-Man?”

There’s no one really around her but a few reporters on the sides of the streets. Most of them keeping their distance far away. MJ was the only one willing to get this close to the action. Which is why her online blog was skyrocketing in popularity. She didn’t even think about making one until one day Mr. Jameson pissed her off. He was ranting and raving about how the Daily Bugle was the only news source worth listening too because of how good their images were of Spider-Man.

Or as he said, “That no good Spiderpunk running around and destroying our city!”

If she had to bullshit some article calling Hobie Spiderpunk one more time she was going to vomit in Mr. Jameson’s waste basket. It was such a playground taunt. He couldn’t even be more creative!

It also made her eye twitch that her boss was using her perfectly good photos to slander her boyfriend. Hobie didn’t care. In fact, he never looked at a single news source, the most he did was hijack the police scanners to aid him. Didn’t stop the fire burning under her though. If MJ was anything, she was loyal to a fault. So, what if it meant she got a little petty? It was all in good faith. She made her blog that night, as a counter protest to her boss. She never expected her ramblings and bad videos to explode overnight.

It was an added bonus that her boss had also caught wind of her blog and couldn’t do anything about it. He had demanded MJ pay closer attention when she was out, to try and figure out who ran the blog. The man clearly couldn’t put it together that it was her. Who else would get that close to Spider-Man’s fights? She didn’t even disguise her voice, but she made sure to never show her face.

Hobie just found it amusing if anything else. She had a decent following online and made sure her content was always free. If she was going to report on what was happening she wasn’t going to profit off of it. Unlike the Daily Bugle who hid their slanderous newspaper articles behind a paywall. She loved what she did, uncovering stories and being near the action. It gave her a rush like no other. Even if Hobie would wish she wouldn’t get so close.  

This was one of those moments she wished she wasn’t so close.

“Shit, shit, shit!” She’s running from falling building debris. The vulture had taken a large chunk off the old brick building to her left. She could hear the car alarms going off as the falling pieces were crushing the cars underneath. 

She feels arms wrap around her tightly and she stops struggling almost immediately. Looking up to see Hobie’s mask staring down at her. A heavy sigh leaving his mouth.

“You were doing so good this time. Outta way and everythin’.” He teases half-heartedly.

She rolls her eyes before shrugging, “To be fair, I didn’t expect the bird to throw such a hissy fit he’d take out the corner of the building.” She replies.

Hobie sighs and nods. He sets her down a good distance away. “He’s really bloody upset over somethin’… I couldn’t tell ya for the life of me. I tuned him out ages ago.” He turns to dash off and take care of the giant bird man.

“I’m wastin’ my breath, but don’t follow alright.” He tries to tell her. She just hums in acknowledgement and she rushing off right behind him.

She was almost like a shadow with her new job at the Daily Bugle. Always behind him. It still frightened him. Had the rage simmering underneath his the second she was too close to danger. That dread would probably never fully go away. It was just a matter of trusting each other. He’d come running to her if she needed him, and vice versa. The least her could do was arm her so she could defend herself. Not that she needed too much defending. She did explode the Goblin with their own bombs. He knew the dangers that came with being Spider-Man and she had taken them with so much grace and shouldered them with him. It was more than he could ask of anyone.

Yet there she was, next to him, like she was always meant to be.

She grabs a few more photos and is able to catch the end of the fight. Hobie having the Vulture wrapped up in his webs.

“Once again, our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man can be found protecting us! He’s a little cross with me right now so I won’t bug him. I am expecting some fan cams from this footage so don’t let me down!” She signs off her video and shuffles her belongings into her bag.

Hobie turns to see her and she waves in small acknowledgement before jogging off back to her office. He shakes his head but goes to handle the Vulture, knowing he’ll see her later anyway.

Mariana’s curled up on the couch, nursing a half cold tea, when the door gently opens and she hears him kicking off his combat boots.

“Long day?” she calls out to him sitting up to look over at him.

He gives a dry chuckle before walking over to kiss her forehead. “It was more than just the birdman today,” he sighs.

She frowns looking up at him, “Go take a hot shower, I’ll make you something.” She whispers holding his face.

He nods his head and presses another soft kiss to her cheek before walking to the bathroom.

She shakes her head and gets up with a full body stretch. She goes to grab the leftovers from the dinner she cooked earlier. She goes to warm it back up for him, it wasn’t too cold but definitely not as hot as when she originally cooked earlier. It won’t take very long so she starts on a drink too. She goes over to the kettle and starts making him a cup of tea, while also making herself a second cup. Pouring her lukewarm tea down the sink. She leans against the counter and waits for it to heat up.

She doesn’t hear Hobbie come behind her as he wraps his arms around her waist. Pressing his half naked body against hers. She leans her head back to look up at him.

“Ya know, this would be lovelier if you weren’t still slightly wet.” She teases him.

He groans and shoves his face into the crook of her neck. “Don’t care.” He murmurs placing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

She smiles softly and moves her hand to pat his cheek. She doesn’t stop her task of making them tea but it becomes a slightly more difficult task with one hand.

Hobie slowly starts swaying their bodies to an unheard tune in his head. She easily moves with him as she makes their mugs. The silence isn’t stifling, it’s more relaxing than anything. His weight on her is comforting and he places more soft kisses against her skin, moving from her shoulder up her neck, to her cheek, and finally to the corner of her lips.

She turns her head to follow him, chasing his lips with hers. She hums contently against him.

“I have to pour our tea Hobbie.” She whispers against his lips.

He presses another kiss, this one deeper and longer. “Can wait,” He grips her hips to make her turn fully to him. He presses his forehead against hers, closing his eyes.

Her hands snake up his arms and down his bare chest, touch feather light. He makes a deep groan in his throat. It has her chuckling softly.

One of his hands goes to grab both her hands, capturing them easily. His other hand moves from her waist to grip the counter behind her. His mouth moving down to her ear, “Watch it…” he whispers, “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He presses a kiss under her ear.

She starts to squirm a bit, “Oh piss off!” She giggles her face heating up, “I’m not the one who walked in here half naked.”

He leans back and sighs dramatically. “I haven’t done the laundry in a minute luv.”

She rolls her eyes, “What you need is to just move in already.” She tries to say nonchalantly avoiding looking up at him.

He hums in thought, “Is that you officially asking me or joking?” He teases trying to make her look at him.

Her face grows redder, as she tries to wiggle away from him. He other hand releases hers and he blocks her in against the counter.  Leaning dangerously closer to her.

“I… I want you to move in, I mean you come here every night anyway, I just think it would be easier if-” she’s starting to ramble running over her words.

Hobie cuts her off with his mouth, kissing her once more. Pulling back to smile lazily at her furiously blushing face.

“I’m just teasin’. Course I’ll move in.” he tells him softly.

“Okay, perfect, cool…” she says quietly, eyes avoiding his.

“I’m keepin’ the house boat though. Don’t want to leave all my spider stuff here.” He says seriously.

She laughs with her chest, moving to wrap her arms around his neck. “I’m okay with that.”

He moves to grab her thighs, lifting her to wrap her legs around his waist. She makes a small noise before holding onto him tighter.

“Hobie! What about the tea, and your food!” She tries to scold him, but her laughter gives her away.

“It can wait, just want you right now.” He says walking them to her bedroom.

She leans forward, her small laughter being swallowed by his lips. They fall onto her bed together and her hands move to hold his jaw, deepening the kiss.

If someone told Mariana a year ago she’d be in a relationship with her cities vigilante she’d call them crazy. She’d also find it impossible that her path would have crossed with his to begin with.

She wouldn’t believe anything that’s happened to her this past year of knowing Hobie. She’s felt herself change for the better, becoming braver than ever. He’s everything she could ask for. Parts of her have healed in ways she never thought they could. The scares are still there, but they can fade with time. She doesn’t feel like a dog who’s been kicked one too many times anymore. She’s found her home in his heart. She knows he’ll protect it, like she protects his. It’s precious that she’s found this love and all she wants to do is nurture and grow it.

She loves him and she thinks she could forever.

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