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jhilsara · 15 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 · 9 days

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Tie Me to You/ Chapter 8

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

Word Count: 2.6k

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.

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