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jhilsara · 28 days

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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

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.

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jhilsara · 16 days

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Tie Me to You/ Chapter 9

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

Word Count: 3.1k

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.

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