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Welcome to a silly little rewrite of the first Seduce Me (the otome)
Follows the same general path of the original game.
Mika is 21 and in her last year of college instead of high school and all the boys have aged up too. These are adults in their early to late twenties.
I love this game but I have some things I wish the story did instead. This is my little rewrite, mostly just Sam's story. Don't take this too seriously. I'm writing this for me and my friends got invested too so I'm sharing!
Enjoy if it's for you and if it's not that's fine too!
Can also be found on AO3 X
Word Count: 2.3k
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Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death and grief, emotional/physical abuse from parental figures
This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI
Time, curious time
Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs
Were there clues I didn't see?
invisible strings - Taylor Swift
Chapter 1
It’s the coldest day in the middle of February when she finds out the news. She’s bundled in a comfortable fleece coat, her laptop bag hitting her legs, as she quickly tries to get to the other side of campus for her next class. Her phone’s been ringing since her last class, she’s sent every single one to voicemail, but she finally picks up as she navigates the streets to her destination.
“Hello?” she answers in a rushed tone.
“I’ve been calling you for the past hour! Why didn’t you pick up?” her mother’s shrill voice shrieks.
Mika stiffens from the tone her mother uses, “You and dad told me to not answer my phone during classes. So, I didn’t.” she responds trying to keep her irritation in check.
“Not for emergencies!” her mother's tone is clipped.
Mika rolls her eyes, emergencies from her mother never are that important. There's a heavy sigh over the phone. She can almost feel the impatience prickling through.
“Your grandfather passed today.” Her mother’s voice is quieter, but not soft.
Mika stops in her tracks shocked, “What…?”
“Your grandfather died earlier today sweetie. Your father got the call from the hospital.” Her mother tells her with a practiced ease. As if she wasn't telling her daughter her only grandfather is gone.
“…but he, he was fine. I saw him earlier this week. I was coming over later today for a late lunch.” Mika responds in disbelief, voice shaky.
“I know you were close to him. I’m sorry. Your father’s already arranging the funeral for-”
“Was he alone?” she cuts her mother off, asking in a small voice.
“Excuse me? Say that again honey, you’re too quiet.” Her mother’s voice feels far away and cold. It's indifferent.
“Was he alone… was anyone with him when he passed?” she asks again more frantic.
She's frozen on the sidewalk and she feels like the world should be as well. She knows better though, the world around her moves, people pass her, but she’s unmoving.
Her world has stopped.
“Um…” her mother pauses on the other line, clearly uncomfortable. “Yes. He was home alone.”
Mika’s silent, processing but not really. She thinks she’s going to be sick.
Her mother clears her throat, “Well, your father is making funeral arrangements for tomorrow or Friday. Whichever he can get first.”
“…What? Does anyone else know? That’s not enough time to let people know or even get flowers, or-” she starts spiraling, anger filling her body.
“Your father doesn’t want any of that.” Her mother cuts her off. “He wants a simple and short funeral service that’s family only.”
Her mouth hangs open in shock, “Mom you can’t be serious?" her tone is laced in rage.
"Grandpa never wanted a small funeral service and I know he would want his company board members there, he loved them!” Mika’s pacing the courtyard she’s in. She wants to yell into the sky and at her parents.
“Honey your father is handling it. You don’t need to worry about it at all.” Her mother dismisses her.
“That’s not-” She’s raising her voice but stops. She takes a deep breath, her irritation rising. “That’s not what I mean. I’m saying that he is not doing anything grandpa wanted and it’s wrong!” she tries emphasizes. She’s pleading for her mother to understand.
She can almost feel her mother rolling her eyes, “Honey it’s fine. If your grandfather cared about his funeral it would have been in the will. Anyways his executor of estate will be there to go over it with us.” her mother doesn't hide the exhaustion in her voice, as if explaining this is so much work for her.
Mika is shaking. She bites her tongue knowing better than to argue.
“Anyway, go to class and come home. We’ll let you know if you need to go to your classes tomorrow or not. I’ll see you tonight.”
No love you or goodbyes and her mother hangs up the phone.
“Like hell I’m going to class after that…” she mumbles to herself and shoves her phone in her pocket.
Mika looks around noticing she’s alone in the quad. The cold keeping people inside and most classes have already started. She sighs and pulls at her hair in frustration. She decides to go on a walk. She needs to be alone.
She walks briskly to her car and throws her bag inside of it. She shoves headphones in and walks into the biting cold of her university streets. She shoves her hands in her pockets but if offers no warmth, she’s already numb.
When it’s time for her to go home she goes straight to her room. Her mother and father aren’t home yet and she wants them to stay out. She doesn’t want to talk to anyone.
She locks her door and just lays on her bed. She silently cries, trying to not make any noise, and clinging to her pillow. She stays like that for hours.
Mika wasn’t close with her grandfather growing up but during high school and college, it was all her parents could do to stop her from moving in with him. Her father and him have never gotten along. Her father tried to keep Mika away as a kid. She still saw him, but only during holidays as a kid. She doesn’t know why her father hates him so much, but her grandfather never discussed it with her either.
She does know that her grandfather would never want her father handling his affairs.
Someone knocks on her door and she ignores it. Her lights are off and she’s been laying in her bed disassociating for hours. They’ll think she’s asleep.
“Mika?” it’s her father, in his cold tone of voice.
She rolls over. And pulls her covers up more. Her doors locked, but he has a key.
“I know you’re in there, your cars parked outside.” He tries to lighten his tone, but she hears the underlying anger. She curls into herself and closes her eyes, hoping he’ll think she’s asleep.
He comes in and sees her under the covers, he pauses for two seconds before leaving. Quietly shutting her door.
She sighs in relief and the tension leaves her shoulders. She relaxes into her bed and genuinely tries to go to sleep.
Friday morning she’s standing in freezing rain watching strangers lower her grandfather into a grave. She grips the umbrella with icy hands and her tears go unnoticed as they wash away with the rain.
They start piling the dirt in and she can’t watch. Mika turns away and walks a few paces away.
She doesn’t make it far before lawyers are in front of her unloading information onto her.
“Miss Anderson we are your grandfather’s lawyers, we are here as the executors of estate.” One of the men tell her.
She’s cold, wet, and numb as these men look at her with pity. Her father interrupts before they can continue to talk to her.
“You don’t need to consult my daughter about my father’s affairs. Please only discuss them with me. That's why I asked you to come.” He tells the men in a harsh tone. His hand is placed on her shoulder and her fathers grip is tight. It's not reassuring.
One of them lifts his brow at her father, “We need to discuss this in an office and it surely does only involve Miss Anderson. I’m the executor of the estate.”
Her fathers face goes red. He silently marches along and storms into the car. Her mother pauses, looks at her for a second to debate if her daughter is more important than the temper tantrum of her husband, before picking him like she always has.
Mika watches her mother briskly walk in heels far too high, through the dirt, to their family car.
“Miss Anderson please come with us, we can give you any ride you need. We must discuss your grandfather’s will.”
She nods and follows the men, but she’s not really listening. Her body moves on its own.
She’s silent in the car and once the men lead her into a small office. They ease her into a chair and start going through her grandfather’s will with her.
“Miss Anderson you are here because your grandfather, Harold Anderson, has left you with all of his belongings, home, and the company Anderson Toys…”
She hears the lawyers talking to her, she does, but it washes away in her head after the first sentence.
Her head’s spinning with questions, mostly why.
She doesn’t understand why she is being given literally everything her grandfather built and made, and not her father. Did they hate each other that much?
She starts to panic slightly thinking about her father, he was going to kill her.
His own father didn’t leave him a single thing… it all went to her, including passing down the CEO position of the company. She doesn’t even want to be a part of this company.
She doesn’t want to go home, not when she knows he’ll be there, waiting.
“Miss Anderson do you understand?” One of the lawyers speaks to her, breaking her chain of thought.
“Uh, yeah. I guess.” She mumbles.
One of them sighs, “We’ll give you a hard copy explaining everything. For now, we can give you the keys to his estate as well as his cards and bank account information. You’ll have to go to those banks in person to become the new account holder, but it should go over smoothly with the documents we give you.”
She nods her head, but still isn’t paying attention to them. They put the documents in her hands and escort her back to a vehicle to take her home.
She’d give anything to not have to walk into that house.
She takes a deep breath before she opens the door. Hoping her parents aren’t home. She closes the door quietly behind her, but it’s too late. Her father emerges from the dining room arms crossed with a furious glare on his face.
“So, what’s the verdict? Oh, chosen one.” He asks her mockingly. Her mother is nowhere to be found, not that she would help.
Mika flinches in response. She avoids her father’s furious gaze.
“Why do you even care? Does it even matter?” she sighs, already feeling defeated and just wishing to go to bed already. Even if it's only early afternoon.
“Don’t use that tone with me young lady. You still live under my roof.” He tells her sternly.
Anger fills Mika’s body. She’s tired, furious, and honestly sick of her father.
“I’m exhausted and I would like to go to bed, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to my room.” She tries to stomp past him to the stairs but he blocks her.
“Excuse me? I am your father, do not disrespect me in my home! You’re not going anywhere until you show me those documents!” he’s shouting at her now.
Mika’s mother finally shows herself, she comes around the corner and stops. She’s staring at the two of them, looking spent but refusing to help. Her cold eyes almost look through her daughter. Like she’s transparent.
She flinches back, but keeps her glare steady, “I don’t have to show you shit. Newsflash, he left me everything. Point blank. There is nothing in these documents that mention you or are for you.” She spits out in venom.
His face darkens and he steps towards Mika, “Give. Me. Those. Documents. Now.” He hisses out towards her.
“Why? Why should I? Like I said there is nothing in here for you. Don’t act like you suddenly care about Grandpa when all you did was keep him away from me for years!” Mika’s yelling at him with as much hate that she can muster. Her grip on the document folder tight, afraid he’ll reach for them.
“You did not know him!” his voice raises to match hers and she can see his veins popping out.
“And whose fault is that?!” she replies, face twisted in anguish.
“Mika please.” Her mother huffs in exasperation and arms crossed.
She whips her head to look at her mother in disbelief.
“You didn’t know a damn thing about that man or what he was capable of! Do not talk to me as if you knew him!” her father gets her attention back by shoving a finger in her face. His face is twisted in rage and red as a tomato.
“At least Grandpa loved me and cared about what I even want to do with my life! You never have supported any interest of mine outside of the toy company!” Mika’s eyes are tearing up, the grief in her heart wells up almost vomits out of her at a veracity she can’t control or hold on to anymore.
Her father matches her in this emotional warfare and she is unprepared as his hand comes into contact with her face. He slaps her.
It’s enough to send her a step or two back from the force and the shock.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that when I feed you and put a roof over your head.” His voice is low and calm, but the untold threat is there. If she doesn’t comply he’ll do more than just a slap.
She looks over to her mother for help and sees her turn her back and walk back to the other room in silence.
She holds her cheek and glares daggers at the man before her, “Fine. Then you won’t have to provide those things for me anymore. I’m leaving.”
She shoves past him to walk up the stairs, his voice follows, “Where will you go?” he’s scoffing at her, “You have no money!”
She turns around to face him, standing above him now, “Don’t you know?” she asks in a mocking tone, “I have a mansion and plenty of money now. The state and the company are mine!” she laughs coldly at him. “You finally got what you wanted, me to be apart of the company. Follow the ‘family business’, right?”
Her fathers face pales before he’s screaming, veins in his neck popping, “Ungrateful brat! Rot in that house like he did!”
She slams her bedroom door and starts shoving her things into bags. The sooner she can leave the better.
She grabs everything she knows she wants to take and the rest is just things being thrown together. It’s a mess, she leaves behind more than she would like.
She never plans to set foot in this house again.
As she rushes down to throw her things in her car, she passes her mother near the door, who just stares at her. Her mothers silence is more than enough. Mika knows where her mother stands, and it was never by her side. Not once in her twenty one years.
Mika slams the door and hopes it cracks as she storms to her car.
I'm so obsessed with your Seduce me Series. You write Sam so perfectly. I'm always so happy when I see an update on Ao3, I'm usually a lurker but I wanted to show my appreciation for you and your brilliant writing. Thank you.
Thank you so so so so much! I’ve taken a long break because I’m kind of stuck with the plot of second game but I do plan to work on it this summer!
It’s not abandoned and I really appreciate the love and support my fics gotten 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷
Hiii! I hope you’re doing good and getting enough rest!! I was rereading your SMTO story and noticed part 21 was gone 💔💔 is there a reason you took it down?? I really loved that chapter lol!
Have a good day!!!
I did not take it down- tumblr flagged it unfortunately. But my whole fic is on AO3!
Eddie Kaspbrak is thirty-two, recently divorced, and packing up his life to move to New York.
On the drive down to stay with one of his childhood best friends he finds a radio show called Trash Talk with a host that goes by the name of Trashmouth.
It's everything Eddie's not supposed to like, but the host is so charming he can't help but listen.
Reddie Radio AU
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Oct 28th
The road blurs ahead as Eddie drives down the highway. The night is only lit by the headlights he occasionally passes from the other side of the road and the dim light of his car's radio. His dashboard is lit up with Bill’s name as his phone is connected to the blue tooth in the SUV.
Eddie rolled his eyes as he talked to Bill; his gaze fixed firmly on the road. “I’m only two hours away Bill, besides I’m more likely to get into a wreck on the phone with you than if you just let me keep driving to Ben’s.” he told his friend exasperatedly.
“Eddie it will be two or three in the morning by then, please just grab a hotel dude.” Bill’s soft voice flooded Eddie’s car; the phone static breaks Bill’s voice lightly in the background.
Eddie shook his head even though Bill couldn’t see it.
“Ben’s expecting me; besides, I’m not spending another fucking night in a hotel convinced I’m going to walk away with bed bugs!” Eddie said irritably, gripping the steering wheel harder as he tried to push down the grossness of how the hotel last night made him feel.
Bill sighed from the other line, “Please don't fall asleep at the wheel.” He pleaded.
“I’m not sleeping until I make it to Ben’s and take a hot shower. I’m going to keep driving I’ll text you when I make it to Ben’s alright?” Eddie responded.
“Be safe Eddie.”
“Goodbye Bill.”
Eddie grumbled under his breath as he hung up. The newfound silence eats away against the darkness of the highway. Eddie leans forward to turn on the radio, feeling his skin prickle at the idea of listening to nothing but his endless thoughts for the next two hours.
He moved the dial through station after station, country music, hip hop, a preacher who Eddie thought should not be on the FM station, and finally he landed on a station with a host who sounds like he’s wide awake for 1:15 in the morning.
“That my dear good ole chaps,” the radio host said in a horrendous British accent, “was ‘Buddy Holly’ by Weezer-one of my personal favs of all time.”
Eddie listened to the man's normal voice and straightened himself to pay attention.
“If you’re just tuning in, I’m Trashmouth and this is Trash Talk- radio's number 1 worst comedy show.”
The host was quick as he talked and articulated himself confidently. Not stumbling over his words or ideas whatsoever, every word said with confidence that Eddie could only dream of having. Even if it was false.
“As always it’s just me and my producer Stan the Man- he's really manning the phone line tonight as it lights up with all the calls from my adoring fans.” There’s a beat of silence that followed for dramatic effect before the host laughed at his own joke.
His voice has a slight nasal tone to it, and Eddie should find it annoying, but he doesn’t. Eddie even snorted in amusement at the dramatic silence with a smile forming at the corners of his mouth. He turned the volume up.
“Ah yes, my favorite sound in the world- Stan's frown and a dead phone line. But fear not! I don’t need anyone else to bless your ears with my endless chatter. I’m perfectly capable of holding engaging conversations on my own. Just ask all the duds I’ve gone on dates with.”
The man laughed again at himself, and Eddie can’t help the small laugh that bubbled from him.
“So, tonight's show is all about movies. God, I love the movies! There’s something so nostalgic about a large soda and popcorn as you wait for Nicole Kidman to welcome everyone to the silver screen.” The host sighed dreamily, and what Eddie could only imagine was with a wistful gaze.
“I’ll tell you all about the new film I saw, spoiler alert, it’s new to me and probably not you. Anyway, that's what you have to look forward to after this classic hit from Paramore, here’s ‘Decode’.” The host's voice trickled off as the song started, and Eddie settled comfortably into his driver's seat anxiously waiting for when the music would end, and the host would come back.
Something was infectiously charming about this man. Eddie felt like he was listening to an old friend when he spoke. It reminded him vaguely of those long-ago hot days spent in Bill’s garage. When it used to just be Ben, Bill, Eddie, and occasionally Bill’s younger brother, Georgie. They’d lounge around when it was too hot and just lay on the hard concrete listening to the dull buzz of the radio.
Those days had been his favorite. When he could run around without the fear of his mother looming over him.
Eddie’s chest swells with a warmth he hasn’t felt in what feels like eons. He couldn’t wait to start a new life in the same city as his childhood friends.
By the time Eddie pulled up to Ben’s house, the radio show was ending, and the host was saying his goodbyes. Eddie stared at the FM number before he moved to save it in his car's dash. Eddie quickly turned the key and grabbed his overnight bag from the passenger side of the car before he bound up the steps of Ben’s home.
The lights are on, and Eddie knew Ben’s awake, but he still awkwardly shuffled on the front steps after knocking hoping he isn’t disturbing anyone.
It doesn’t take more than a minute before the door’s being swung open, and Eddie is gathered into Ben’s large arms as his friend hugs him tightly.
“I’m so glad you got here safe!” Ben said excitedly; he snapped his mouth shut, looking embarrassed for a brief moment. “Bev’s asleep,” He whispered to Eddie. “But you’re going to love her Eddie.”
Eddie was already feeling the long drive eating away his energy. His eyes felt heavier by the second. He smiled up a Ben, “I really can’t wait to meet her, but after I’ve showered and slept.” He told his friend.
Ben chuckled, slinging an arm around Eddie’s shoulder and started walking him inside.
“This is your guest room. Everything's set up for you and the bathroom is the door across the hallway there.” Ben told him, pointing to the slightly open door across the way.
“I’m really glad you’re here Eddie.” Ben said to him sincerely with a warm smile. “Goodnight.”
“Thanks, goodnight, Ben.” Eddie said before shoving himself and his bag into the guest bathroom.
He had been looking forward to this since he left the hotel the night before. Did he shower there? Yes. Did that mean he felt clean? No.
Eddie was ready to rinse the travel off of him and sleep in until he was forced to wake up. Eddie sent Bill a quick text to let him know of his arrival before he jumped into the hot shower.
Eddie finally felt his muscles relax as the burning hot water hit his skin. Steam fills the bathroom. It’s the first time in months Eddie has been able to actually feel comfortable. The knot on his shoulder finally felt like it was released.
He has spent the last two days mostly in a car traveling with all of his worldly belongings. It wasn’t ideal for him, but Eddie had to take two days to travel instead of just one. It took much longer than he expected for the divorce papers to go through, but Eddie was ready to split town the second the ink dried on the paper.
He had never been more thankful that he had gotten a prenup before being married to Myra. It made getting the hell out much easier.
Eddie only kept the things he knew he’d probably need, a couch, a dining table, and the basics. Everything else that was his that he couldn’t find a reason to keep was sold. To be honest, most of his belongings were.
Eddie didn’t want to be reminded of his life with Myra, of how lost and isolated he felt. He didn’t have anything that made him feel like it was personable to him, but it was better than anything to remind him of her.
The image of his ex-wife made Eddie scrub his skin vigorously with the washcloth. He hissed as the raw skin burns under the hot water, and he flinched. He stepped back from under the water and stared at his shaking hands, as he tried to take slow and controlled breaths.
He tried to keep his anxiety from the front of his mind as he finished his shower and cut the water off before he could destroy his skin more than he had already. He tried to not look at the red, almost blistered skin. He shut his eyes tight and tried to shake it off.
The first thing Eddie decided he’ll do after moving into his new apartment will be finding a therapist.
Eddie’s head hit the pillow once he was in the guest room, and it took no time for him to fall asleep. It’s the best sleep he’s had in years, which isn’t saying much, but it’s something. It’s the first night in a long time Eddie had a dreamless sleep.
The next morning is spent in Ben’s kitchen. Eddie’s nursing a hot cup of coffee while sitting next to Beverly, Ben’s fiancé, as Ben cooked them breakfast.
“So, your apartments all lined up?” Beverly asked him as she sips at her own coffee. Her hands are wrapped delicately around the mug as she leans toward Eddie, giving him her undivided attention.
He nodded, “Yeah, I can get the keys tomorrow. Promise I won’t be here too long.” He said to her with a tight smile.
Beverly shoved Eddie’s shoulder affectionately. “It’s no trouble. You could live in the guest bedroom for as long as you needed.” She told him, giving him a smile that showed the lines forming on the corners of her mouth. The smile lines looked good; she seemed like she carried a lot of joy with her. Something Eddie hasn’t experienced since he was a teenager probably.
He hoped the next part of his life would leave him with smile lines and not frown lines. The ones he could see started to form when he looked in the mirror.
“Yeah, there’s no rush Eddie.” Ben’s voice broke his train of thought, and Beverly nodded and moved to place a comforting hand over Eddie’s.
“I know what it’s like-” she began, her voice a low whisper, “to leave I mean. Start over.” She gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
“There’s no timeline on finding your feet again.” She reassured him.
Eddie felt himself tense up, his brows furrow. “I know,” he lied, looking down at his cup of coffee. “I just think I need to be on my own for a bit.” He said softly.
Eddie thought about his marriage and how Myra told him who he was. Before that it was his mother. He’s had almost no agency over his whole life for the past thirty-two years he’s been alive. He wanted to know who Eddie Kaspbrak was without someone else telling him.
Ben came around the corner and placed a firm hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “We’re here for you. That’s all.”
Oct. 30th
Eddie’s first night in his new apartment made his skin crawl. It’s not even that he spent hours deep cleaning the place, so it met his standards, it's how barren the whole place was. It was painfully devoid of anything personal and not to mention the walls are that awful shade of gray that every landlord paints. It’s too sterile and all Eddie can think about is the antiseptic smell of the hospital he spent most of his childhood in.
He’ll have to paint.
The only thing that Eddie owned that provided any personal touch was the framed photo of his dad and the old radio that still somehow worked, even now. The old mix tapes he made when he was a teenager still sit nicely in a decorated case.
Besides that, Eddie’s home was quite empty. He only brought a loveseat and a small bookcase that he had half full of books. Most of them being Bill’s, which Eddie hasn’t really read them. He would if Bill didn’t have crap endings. He loved his friend, but he couldn’t end a book to save his life.
The only other furniture piece Eddie has is the brand-new bed he bought. If he was restarting his life, he didn’t want the bed he shared with his ex-wife. No, thank you.
Eddie took so few things; he’d already unpacked his sad little life into the apartment. Even the clothes he had were boring and mostly bought to be worn to work.
Eddie sighed, looking around the large space wondering how he could fill it. He vaguely remembered as a kid decorating his room with comics, movie posters, and whatever drawings Ben would give him.
Eddie wasn’t thirteen anymore, and he didn’t know what he liked.
It was easier to identify what he didn’t like though. The gray walls had to go. He also wanted to get some new clothes. He wonders if maybe Ben and Beverly could take him out shopping. Their home felt so warm and comfortable.
Eddie filed that thought away as a tomorrow issue and decided he’s ready to sleep.
Eddie’s new bed was comfortable and big, and he decided to sleep directly in the middle since he didn’t have to share this with anyone. He settled himself under the new plush comforter and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
Eddie’s vision is blurred but before him is what looks like his mother, his breath hitched and his hand twitched for his inhaler that he hasn’t carried in years.
“Eddie-Bear, why did you leave me? You said you’d stay.” his mother's voice beckoned to him, it’s distorted though, almost like it’s in another room.
“I didn’t leave you ma- you, you died.” He tried to tell her, but his own voice was small, like a child’s.
“Eddie you’re sickly, remember?” She told him stepping closer, looming largely over him. “Eddie, you need to take your medicine- you know you need your medicine.”
Eddie’s body was shaking as he tried to step away from his mother, her figure distorting.
Suddenly his mother morphs into Myra and she looks at him the same way. Equally disappointed and filled with faux worry.
“Eddie, don’t run around with those boys you want to stay clean, don’t you?” her voice merges with his mothers and Eddie doesn’t need this to know that he married a woman like his mother.
He hated his fucked up brain.
“You’re filthy Eddie, should have known there was something wrong with you.” She hissed out at him.
“Eddie you’ll die out there.”
Eddie wakes with a jolt and in a cold sweat sitting straight up. He rips the drawer of his night stand open looking for his inhaler for a few hectic minutes before he remembers he didn’t bring it with him.
He never needed it; it was just camphor water, but he really wished he had it right now to help him regulate his breathing.
Eddie felt himself shake and tremble, and he reached over with shaky hands to turn on the radio next to his bed. He needed to hear something besides his own breathing.
Eddie tuned the radio until he came to the first station he found. The voice that filled the room was boisterous and familiar.
“-and honestly, I can’t believe that guy is allowed back to the Comedy Hut, I mean his whole gimmick was a bad rip off Jeff Dunham but somehow more racist-which is honestly a tiny bit impressive. I mean truly this guy was worse than my first show and I made up a story about masturbating to a fake friend of my fake girlfriend.” The host sighed dramatically.
“Pretending to appeal to straight college men sucks!”
Eddie laughed loudly at the comment, having lost himself in the rambling of the radio host. It’s the same guy from the car. Eddie’s already vaguely forgot about his nightmare. His body melted into his bed as he listened to the radio.
The host’s voice crackled through Eddie’s old radio; the man’s laughter echoed in his bedroom. Eddie’s face flushed from laughter as he tried to catch his breath.
“Stan’s yelling at me to play the next song-the people need to be warned Staniel! I may not be the funniest act at that place but at least I've never been booed off the stage!” The host made a big show of being disgruntled and minorly irritated, but his laughter made it obvious it was all an act.
“Anyways folks, here The Smashing Pumpkins hit ‘1979’ and I’ll be back after a few songs to go over the recent line up released for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Spoiler alert, I probably know none of them and if I do, you know my Trashmouth will have something to say!”
The radio started playing the song, and it faded into the background noise that was the humming of Eddie’s brain. He’s fully sunk back down into his bed facing the radio like he can see the broadcast. The content feeling flooded him, and he felt his eyes grow heavy again. Eddie doesn’t wake up from another nightmare that night.
Nov. 6th
It’s two weeks into living in his new apartment, and Eddie has woken up every night drenched in sweat from a variation of the same nightmare. Eddie has his first therapist appointment in another week. It turns out mental health is a booked and busy profession. Beverly had suggested hers since they were well educated on spousal abuse trauma. He still felt weird calling it abuse; it’s not like Myra ever physically hurt him. She did keep him on all the medications his mother recommended, and he briefly considers that maybe he had no idea what was wrong with him. Just that his head ran a mile a minute, and he hated the idea of any public space and God forbid if he was around a sickly person.
All in all, Eddie thought he was pretty fucked in the head.
The only calm Eddie found was when he woke up from a nightmare, and he heard Trash Talk on the radio. The host could talk about anything and everything, and his voice made Eddie feel like he was just hanging out with an old friend. Not to mention the fact Eddie kind of found the hosts voice sexy.
“Don’t forget to come out to the Comedy Hut Saturday night to see me, Trashmouth, do my brand-new set. I promise this time there will be no Muppets, well besides me. Wocka, wocka!” The radio host attempted a Foozie Bear impression, and it’s honestly so atrocious Eddie can’t stop the snort that came out of his nose as he laughed.
Eddie finally calmed down and realized that the host essentially announced a public show, and a part of Eddie’s stomach churned wondering what the host of his favorite radio show looked like.
The image of a human sized Muppet flashed in his brain, and he rolled his eyes at himself. Eddie was being ridiculous. He wasn’t about to go to a random bar and watch a bunch of standup comedy just to see this guy whose voice Eddie liked a smidge too much.
No, that would be pathetic.
Eddie felt the flush on his face before he could even decide whether he wanted to go or not. He needs to get out of his sad apartment.
Nov. 8th
Eddie’s standing across the street from the Comedy Hut pacing back and forth. He didn’t know why he even came. He saw the bright neon lights of the bar from across the street flashing down mockingly at him. He sighed to himself and tried to straighten his shoulders.
This would be good for him. Out of his comfort zone, just like Ben and Bill had suggested. He didn’t tell his friends that he was going out tonight. Or that he wanted to go see the host of his favorite radio show perform. That would be too many embarrassing conversations for Eddie to handle at once. He shook the nerves out of himself and walked with a purpose across the street. He wanted to watch the show.
Eddie shuffled into the small dingy little club and tried to find a spot to sit. It was decently busy, and Eddie was more than surprised at the size of the crowd. He’s finally able to find a small table far in the back and Eddie hesitantly sat down at the tall bar table.
Eddie’s been in the bar for about an hour and some odd change when he’s about to give up on seeing Trashmouth. He’d been nursing an espresso martini for the past forty minutes and if he had to sit through another atrocious act, Eddie might combust.
Eddie sighed as another thirty minutes went by, and in that time he’s checked the clubs’ name at least three different times to make sure he was even in the right place. Eddie watched as the last act left the stage and someone else walked up, looking sheepish.
“That was all the acts for tonight folks. I know a lot of you came to see Trashmouth but he couldn’t make it. We’re so sorry for the inconvenience but food poisoning is a tough one.”
Eddie felt deflated at the information. He had worked himself up to come out and was disappointed. He paid his tab before he shuffled himself out of the club. If he tried to go watch Trashmouth again, he absolutely would not come back to the Comedy Hut. The majority of the acts sucked. Eddie isn’t an expert on comedy, but he didn’t laugh once.
Nov. 25th
Eddie moved to the city near the tail end of October, and now Thanksgiving was quickly approaching. He hadn’t accomplished nearly as much as he wanted to in the rough month he’s been here.
His home was still desolate, but he had at least painted the walls. They weren’t sterile gray anymore. Eddie hadn’t ventured out much besides going to his first therapist appointment and the one time he tried to see Trashmouth. While disappointed he didn’t get to see his radio man, his therapy appointment went about as good as Eddie thought it would go.
He knew his childhood had been a mess, but telling an unbiased third party about all the insane things that his mother put him through really put things into perspective. Having to explain to a stranger that his mother would take him to the emergency room every other week because she was convinced Eddie was dying from lime disease, an ulcer, or even cancer was not a topic he broached with ease.
His doctor looked at him with deep understanding, and she let him ramble on about the hospital visits. He didn’t necessarily feel better, but it was a start to just tell someone who wasn’t there for it like Bill and Ben had been.
She suggested that what probably had happened to him was Munchausen syndrome by proxy. Eddie didn’t need a therapist to tell him that was most likely the case. He still cried when she verbally confirmed that thought he always had pricking in the back of his mind.
He was frightened by the broken sob that left his throat, but he knew. He had always known. It just made it so much more real to have a professional vocalize his own truth.
Eddie’s on his way home from work when his phone rang, “What are you doing Thursday?” Bev asked.
Eddie snorted, “This Thursday? You mean Thanksgiving?” He asked.
Beverly sighed dramatically, “Yes Edward, Thanksgiving. Are you busy?”
Eddie frowned, “Bev if this is some attempt to keep me out of the house so I don’t spend my first holiday alone-” he started to chastise her.
Bev cut him off, “No Eddie. I mean yes, I’m worried, but this isn’t about you.” She stressed. “Ben and I are hosting Friendsgiving- I'm inviting you.” She offered.
Eddie froze and his brows furrow down. “Friendsgiving?”
“Yes Eddie Friendsgiving. Bill and his boyfriend Mike are coming, and my friends are coming too. Stan, wife Patty, and Richie.” She said happily.
Eddie doesn’t immediately reply. He bit his lip in worry at the idea of so many new faces.
“C’mon Eddie it’ll be great and you know me and Bill won’t leave you hanging.” Ben’s voice chimed through the phone.
Eddie rolled his eyes, “Ben no offense, but you’re obsessed with Bev, and Bill isn’t much better when he’s dating anyone. I really don’t want to be a third wheel to only couples.” He told his friends in a tone that’s mildly annoyed.
The last thing he wanted to do was be surrounded by very lovey dovey couples after his divorce. It’s not that he isn’t happy for his friends, because Eddie’s over the moon that Bill and Ben are happy. Eddie just doesn’t want to be reminded about how drastically lonely he was in comparison.
“You wouldn’t be though! Richie’s single too!” Bev says in a pleading tone. “I promise you’ll like them, Eddie! Even Richie, he just doesn’t know when to shut up sometimes.”
Eddie hummed in thought. He hated the idea of sitting in his apartment all alone watching the parade on his television and drowning in cereal.
He huffed in frustration, and he could almost see the winning smile on Beverly's face. “Fine, but I really want mimosas if I’m coming over early.”
“Can do! Ben write down OJ and champagne to the list.” He heard her shout at Ben.
“Promise you’re gonna have fun, Eddie. I swear on it.”
Nov. 27th
Eddie stood on the front steps of Ben and Bev’s house shuffling from foot to foot trying to decide if he should just go back home. The cold air hit his cheeks, making him look flushed. Eddie had a tan peacoat over his warm sweater and nice slacks. The deep red scarf is wrapped tightly around his neck and he tried to cover his ears to protect them from the biting cold. His hands are shoved deep into the pockets as he bounced on his feet nervously.
“You trying to be intimate with the front porch or are you gonna knock?” a voice from behind Eddie chimed in with a playful delight.
It made Eddie jump as he whipped around to see a very tall man behind him. His messy dark hair was peaking out in curls from under a beanie and half his face was covered by these huge glasses. The other half of his face was taken up by a large toothy grin as he looked down at Eddie with one brow raised.
Eddie frowned deeply at him, “No dickhead, I’m not-” Eddie huffed in frustration, “obviously I’m about to go in.”
The man laughed, full of mirth as he looked over Eddie. “Close but no dice spitfire, my names Richie not Dick.” He introduced himself happily.
Eddie looked over the man once more; this was Bev’s friend Richie? The man was tall and still looked like he was trying to settle into his long limbs as he bounced his leg on the step under Eddie.
He was biting his chapped lip as he waited for Eddie to respond; his eyes almost roaming over Eddie’s whole body not sure where to land before settling on Eddie’s face.
Eddie was almost determined to not give his name to this giraffe of a man before the door swung open and Ben’s standing there with the largest smile. “Eddie, Rich! So glad you guys made it!” Ben wrapped Eddie into a tight hug and then moved to Richie who gave Ben a solid pat on the back.
“You didn’t tell me your friend from Maine was such a little firecracker Haystack!” Richie said to Ben in a faux stage whisper as he looked over to Eddie.
Eddie felt his face warm in a light blush and his brows tightened even more.
Richie grinned and moved over to Eddie and grabbed his cheeks, “Cute, cute, cute!” Richie was practically beaming, and Eddie swatted his hand away.
“Do not fucking touch me!” Eddie hissed out at him.
Richie stepped back pocketing his hands but kept the smug smile on his face.
Eddie quickly followed Ben into the house and Richie’s hot on his heels.
“So Eds, what brings you to the city?” Richie ribbed at him, his face was all smiles while Eddie’s was still bunched in frustration.
“Not my name.” Eddie replied shortly.
Before Richie could ask him anything else, Ben lead them into the living room, and it exploded into lively noise with everyone greeting the two.
Bill got up from his comfortable position on the couch to hug Eddie tightly.
“Glad you came out man,” He whispered to his friend. “Was getting worried you were turning into a hermit.”
Eddie rolled his eyes at Bill but peaked around his friend's shoulder to see the very handsome tall dark man on the couch.
Eddie raised his brows at Bill and nodded his head, “Is that Mike?” Eddie asked.
Bill turned to look at his boyfriend, and Eddie saw his face brightened with a deep burning blush. He nodded before walking over to introduce Eddie.
Hours go by, everyone just mingling on the couch together. Ben or Bev slowly go in and out of the kitchen to check on food or get more drinks. Eddie was on his third mimosa and honestly, he was kind of feeling it. His cheeks were flushed, and he was much more relaxed around this group of friends now. The anxiety was slowly melting away.
“He thought I wanted his autograph; I was just trying to make it to the checkout line. I didn’t even know I was holding his book!” Mike told Eddie with a deep laugh.
Eddie rolled his eyes at Bill, who is rightfully embarrassed, as he laughed alongside Mike.
“He really has a big head about his books.” Eddie told Mike while Bill shot him a glare.
“I do not!” Bill hissed out to them.
A large hand clapped down on Eddie’s shoulder, “Yes you do Big Bill, you remember the last time you went to Barnes and Noble and the worker had to ask you to leave because you were signing your own books.”
Richie’s voice boomed through Eddie’s body, almost making him shudder. He could feel how large Richie’s hand was, almost covering Eddie’s shoulder completely. He feels his own face heat up as he grabbed his mimosa to hide behind the glass.
Bill frowned at Richie, “Shut up Rich, that was one time!”
Richie squeezed Eddie’s shoulder as his laughter rolled through him.
“One time wasn’t enough since that’s how you hit on Mike.” Richie teased.
As much as he found Richie annoying on the front porch, he really was handsome. It could have been the alcohol talking, but Eddie really did find Richie attractive. He didn’t know exactly what his preferences were, just that he was gay and whatever Richie was doing had his stomach doing Cirque Du Soleil level type flips. Richie really had no sense of personal space with strangers though. Eddie hadn’t spoken but maybe two sentences to the man and he was fully leaning his whole body over Eddie and holding onto him for leverage.
Before Eddie’s brain can continue to short circuit, Ben calls them into the dining room for dinner.
Eddie ended up sitting at the end of the table next to Bill, which he was fine with. It’s the man sitting across from him that has him warm under the collar. He should have guessed seating wise he’d be paired with Richie, but seeing all the couples sitting next to each other was unfortunately a punch in the gut. Eddie would rather be alone than miserable with Myra, but it’s hard to not feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched his friends.
As the evening progressed, it became much easier for Eddie to fall into the comfort of the group dynamic. Even if it was his first time meeting some of them.
Patty and Stan Uris were unassuming at first, but Stan’s dry biting humor had Eddie chuckling every time he would retort to something crass Richie said.
“Stan stop killing my street cred, I’m trying to make a good impression on our new guest!” Richie pouted his eyes flashing over toward Eddie.
“That would imply you had any street cred to begin with Rich.” Stan sighed with a roll of his eyes.
“Or that he even made a good impression to begin with.” Eddie added with a scoff.
Stan snorted and Richie beamed at him, “Oh, Eds gets off a good one!”
“Not my name.” He reminded Richie with a kick to his shin under the table.
Richie kept smiling and continued, “Where were you hiding this one Ben?”
Ben rolled his eyes, “I told you Rich, Eddie, Bill, and I grew up in Maine together.” Ben gave Eddie a brief, hesitant look.
Ben, Bev, and Bill knew about Eddie’s divorce. It wasn’t something he was hiding though.
“I know that Haystack- why did you finally move Eds?” Richie asked.
Eddie shrugged and moved the green beans around on his plate, “Just needed a change after the divorce I guess.”
The silence that followed is louder than any chatter that was at the table.
“Oh shit- sorry.” Richie grimaced at himself and Stan elbowed him.
Eddie shrugged, “Don’t be. I’m not, she was awful.” He looked up from his plate to make eye contact with Richie.
“Good to know you’re not too hung up on it.” Richie attempted a half smile.
“Can’t you tell? I’m crushed.” Eddie stated dryly.
Richie laughed loudly. It made the corners of Eddie’s lips curve up into a smile. He liked making Richie laugh; it was infectious.
The metaphorical bubble in the room popped, and the table started chattering again amongst themselves.
There’s a shift after dinner, and Eddie found himself on the loveseat with Richie, another mimosa in his hands. He almost melted into the couch as he listened to Richie. Everyone is in their own little corners of the room, laid out amongst different furniture. Beverly and Ben are tucked away in the kitchen cleaning. Patty and Stan are on the larger couch with Mike and Bill murmuring about something that Eddie couldn’t really find the energy to care about. Not when he was giving his full attention to Richie, who really demanded to be seen.
Richie talked with his whole body, moving his hands and arms sporadically as he tried to tell a joke. Half of his humor lands the other half Eddie doesn’t hide the roll of his eyes. Regardless, he’s having a great time. Eddie doesn’t remember the last time he had this much fun, surely it was when he was a kid.
“So, what made you leave?” Richie asked, voice quieter than he had been earlier in the evening.
Eddie realized he was asking about the divorce; he took a large gulp of his mimosa before answering.
“Watch it there Eds, shorties like you have a low tolerance I hear.” Richie teased.
“Shut the fuck up, I’m not a lightweight.” Eddie put his empty glass down and gave a halfhearted glare, “I’m not short either, you’re just the size of a baby giraffe.”
Richie chuckled but didn’t add on, wanting to listen to Eddie.
“Well, long story short, she was exactly like my mother.” He told him with a shrug, “Not to mention I’m gay so it really wasn’t going to work out.”
Richie made an o with his mouth as he nodded. “So, is it too soon to make Oedipus jokes or?” He drew out with a grin.
Eddie shoved his shoulder and shook his head, “Not funny asshole.”
Richie shrugged, “I mean it has comedy written all over it. So, what, you just moved here for a change?”
Eddie nodded, “Sort of? Ben offered to let me stay with him, but I thought I might as well just get out of Maine, there was nothing keeping me there anymore.”
Richie was listening, giving Eddie his full attention. He leaned closer on the already too small couch. His legs overlap with Eddie’s, and it almost burns him. The heat radiating off Richie made Eddie swallow dryly, wanting to reach for another drink.
“I mean to pack up your whole life is pretty brave Eds.” Richie said softly, with no humor or jokes on his face.
Eddie’s eyes widened like saucers at Richie’s statement before he shook his head in disagreement. “There’s nothing brave about running away...” Eddie muttered.
There was a beat of silence between them before Richie broke it, “Seems pretty brave to me. Leaving a situation or place that makes you unhappy. It doesn’t make you a failure that a marriage didn’t work out.”
Eddie nodded, “You know, my therapist said the same thing...” he replied absentmindedly.
Eddie bit his lip; he didn’t plan on dumping all this info onto Richie. It was just so easy to talk to him. He definitely did not mean to tell this man, who he was kind of really attracted to, that he was: in therapy, recently divorced, and had issues with his dead mother. A real winning conversation. Eddie was boyfriend material for sure.
Richie took it in stride, “Must be a smart therapist that one.” He replied with a smile.
It was almost eleven o clock at night when Eddie finally found the resolve to leave Ben and Beverly’s. He traded numbers with everyone, and the mimosas were finally catching up with him. He was sleepy and more than ready to crawl into the warmth of his bed.
He hugged Ben and Bev goodbye and waved goodbye to everyone who’s left. Which was just Bill, Mike, and Richie.
“Thanks for hosting, I had a great time.” Eddie told them.
Beverly smiled brightly at him and gave Eddie a quick kiss to his cheek, “I told you it would be fun.”
Eddie nodded,“I won’t argue the next time you ask me.”
Ben laughed, “I promise your life is easier when you don’t argue with Bev.” he whispered conspiratorially to Eddie.
Bev rolled her eyes, “Ha ha ha. You’re so funny I think Richie should take some notes.” She said dryly.
“Be safe getting home Eddie!” Ben said before ushering Bev back inside.
Dec. 9th
Eddie made it a full week without a nightmare, which was progress. But the one he woke up from tonight had him jump out of his bed and basically run to the bathroom.
He hugged the toilet bowl tightly as the bile left his stomach. Lurching up through his throat burning his esophagus.
Eddie curled into himself on the bathroom floor as sobs wrecked his body. The image of his mother hovering over him in the hospital was enough to make him drag himself into the shower.
Eddie was unfortunately wide awake now as he crawled back into his bed. He’s wrapped up in a robe as he reaches over to turn on the radio, hoping that Trash Talk was on so he can stop shaking like a leaf.
“-I mean I don’t know about you guys but let me tell you I’ve been invested recently in the whole ‘the universe sits on the back of a turtle who sits on the back of another turtle in another universe’. It’s crazy, it’s just turtles all the way down man.”
Eddie’s brow pinched in confusion.
“I mean it’s like some Butterfly Effect shit, but that’s a topic for a different day. I need to explain what’s got me all philosophical lately.” The host said with a dreamy sigh.
“I think I know what it means when someone says the world stops when you meet someone cause, W O W, I’ve met this angry little man the other week.”
Eddie turned to face the radio. He was listening with rapt attention.
“I mean he was just a bundle of my type wrapped in a ball of anxiety. He was able to keep up with my shitty jokes and volleyed everything I threw at him. Honestly it was impressive-”
There’s a shuffle of noise and hisses of ‘do your job’ before the host huffed again a bit disgruntled.
“Sorry Stan is making me can it on my pinning. So instead, I’ll play something sappy to ease my pain, here’s a classic ‘Africa’ by TOTO.”
The host's voice faded away, and Eddie was left alone with his thoughts once more.
There’s no reason for the pit that was twisting inside of Eddie’s stomach. The second the man on the radio mentioned that he met someone, it had Eddie’s heartrate pick up. He knew what the feeling was festering in his gut; he was jealous. He just didn’t know why.
Sure, he had a slight crush on the radio host, but that didn't call for the intense feeling that's curled deep in him and rotted in his stomach. The last thing he needed was some weird parasocial relationship with a disembodied voice he only listened to when he woke up from nightmares.
Eddie sighed and rolled onto his back.
He was thinking about what his therapist had been telling him. How he should reach out to his friends when he started to feel overwhelmed. That talking to people would be beneficial over sitting in his own endless cycle of beating himself up.
He grabbed his phone and looked at the time. It was past one in the morning, and he knew Ben was asleep. Bill was probably either asleep or in some spiral of writing on his laptop. He didn’t want to bother them anymore than he already had about the turmoil his life’s turned into.
He almost decided to give up before he saw Richie’s contact, almost screaming at him.
Are you awake?
Eddie sent it before he even had a chance to overthink it.
He immediately felt stupid and went to shut his phone off when he saw the three dots rolling in. Richie was typing.
Is this a booty call Eds? Because sign me the fuck up 🥵
Eddie snortted in amusement at the text.
No dickhead... I can’t sleep.
I could give you some killer head to sleep 👅
Shut the fuck up. I knew I should have texted Bill.
Eddie froze at the question. He had texted to talk but now that Richie wasn’t just joking, the memories of Eddie’s nightmare come crashing down.
A few minutes pass before another text from Richie.
Eddie?
It’s stupid. Never mind.
Scouts honor I won’t make fun of you
Were you even a boy scout?
Nice deflection there Eds but you are not getting out of this
Promise on my fake boy scout troop 42069
Eddie rolled his eyes.
Your humor is that of a 12 year old boy.
The host on the radio came back after a few songs, and the silence snapped Eddie out of his conversation with Richie.
‘You’re on air!’ There’s another hiss in the background and what sounded like a few things being knocked over.
“Sorry folks, got distracted there for a minute. The love of my life was talking to me. And yes, I mean you Staniel.” There are a few loud, fake kisses.
“Anyway- glad you’re all here tonight. If you’re just now tuning into the show, I’m Trashmouth and this is Trash Talk and tonight I’m desperately trying to not get distracted by the new apple of my eye. Yes folks- cupid even hits this disaster of a man.” The host joked.
Eddie looked back down at his phone and focused on Richie while the host talked in the background.
Eddie closed his eyes and took a shaky breath.
It’s complicated.
I got all the time in the world
Can you just distract me? I don’t think I can even begin to unpack it all right now.
Eddie bit his nails as he waited. He held his breath as he waited for a reply.
“-And can you believe it? I’m standing there ready for the show to start and the guy from the week before- ya know the one who got booed off the damn stage- is trying to give me pointers! Amateur hour over here I swear.” There was a prolonged silence and a soft laugh from the radio host.
“Okay, well here’s my last few songs of the hour, starting out strong with ‘Allstar’ by Smashmouth.”
Eddie’s phone buzzed in his hands, alerting him to Richie’s response.
I’ve been told I’m pretty good at distractions
...is that a sex joke?
Do you want it to be? 😏
Shut the fuck up.
Eddie smiled to himself as he went back and forth with Richie. It was nice, talking to Richie was easy. It was almost like riding a bike again.
Why are you up anyway?
Don’t you know? I got a late-night job.
Doing what?
Oh she didn’t tell you?
Who?
You’re mom duh
Eddie chose not to dignify that with a reply for a few minutes.
Eds? C’mon it was good!
A ‘your mom’ joke?????
You made it too easy. I had to take it.
Whatever dude.
Dec. 11th
Eddie’s phone buzzed in his pocket on his ride to work. He had finally worked himself up to taking the subway and not ordering cabs everywhere. His therapy sessions had definitely been helping, and he was really trying to fight the constant dialog in his head that told him every germ ever would kill him. That voice that pricked in the back of his mind sounded dangerously like Sonia Kaspbrak.
He dug around his pocket to check who was texting him and when he saw Richie’s name, he couldn’t stop the butterflies that started dancing in his stomach.
[image] LOOK at this good boy
Eddie smiled at his phone as he looked at the photo Richie sent him. He’s laid out on the sidewalk holding what can only be described as the world’s tiniest yorkie dog. He’s wrapped up in a large sweater and a beat-up leather jacket; his dark curls coming out from under his beanie. A huge smile plastered on his face. Eddie bit his lips to try to stop the huge grin from taking over his face.
You look ridiculous holding that tiny dog
It’s an accurate scale version of what it would look like when I hug you Eds
I am not that fucking small!
It’s literally you if you were a dog
I hate you
Eddie pocketed his phone and moved to exit the subway car. He walked quickly up the stairs to get to street level. He still had plenty of time to get to his office, but Eddie craved caffeine first.
He dipped into the closest Starbucks and moved to wait in line. He wished he had bothered to look at the front of the line before he had settled in to wait; it moved slowly if at all. Eddie peered around the person in front of him to try to spot what the holdup was. One of the guests near the front was clearly ordering for their office. Eddie sighed and tapped his foot in mild irritation. He checked his watch and saw a new notification from Richie.
He moved to check his phone, and he opened the thread to a photo that looked like Eddie’s back in line at Starbucks. He quickly turned around and was face to face with Richie who grinned widely down at him.
“Fancy running into you here Eds.” he teased.
Eddie glared up at him, “This is the creepiest thing you’ve ever sent.”
“I don’t know I haven’t sent little Rich yet.” He joked with a wink.
Eddie felt his whole face heat up, “You’re so gross. Don’t you have anything but your mom and dick jokes?”
Richie just shrugged, “It’s low hanging fruit.” He placed his arm around Eddie’s shoulder bringing the shorter man closer to him.
“Besides, if I used all my good stuff on you how could I dazzle you with my real wit at my shows.”
Eddie raised a brow, “Shows?”
Richie nodded, “Yea, didn’t I tell you? Full time comedian over here.”
“That’s the funniest joke you’ve said all day.” Eddie teased as he moved forward in line; Richie attached at his hip.
“I’m serious Eds! I have my own show and local gigs lined up almost every weekend!” Richie told him with a pout.
“I’ll believe it when I see it.” Eddie replied dryly.
Richie’s face lightened up, “So you’ll come?”
“What?” Eddie’s face was pinched in confusion.
Richie reached over to pinch Eddie’s cheek, “Cute,” Eddie smacked his hand away, face on fire and his whole body felt alight from the inside out.
“You’ll come to my show.” Richie said again.
They’ve made their way up to the counter, and Eddie’s essentially stunned into silence.
“Welcome to Starbucks. What would you like?”
Dec. 16th
Do you even like standup comedy?
If it’s funny.
I’ve seen some pretty bad ones.
So, you’ll come if I invite you?
Is it your show?
Yes.
No- I said if it’s funny.
You wound me, Eduardo. I’ve heard you laugh at my jokes.
You’d said you’d come last time 😭😭😭
Those were accidental.
That's what your mom said last night.
Beep Beep Richie.
Anyway- you wanna go?
To see you perform?
🤠 yes sir
Yeah, I’ll go.
YES, you won’t regret it Eddie Spaghetti. I’ll pick you up and everything.
When is it?
Saturday night.
I’ll be there.
🥳
Dec. 18th
Eddie can’t sleep. He felt his whole body twisting into knots, and he knew if he tried to sleep it would only lead to more nightmares. So, Eddie does what has started to become routine; he turned on the radio and hoped to hear his favorite voice.
“That was ‘Tainted Love’ by Soft Cell and welcome back everyone to Trash Talk, radio’s worst late-night show where I get to talk about whatever I want and for some reason they pay me to do it.”
Eddie’s folding his laundry as he listened to the radio, feeling the anxiety unwind itself from the pit of his stomach. He has to use all his focus to listen and fold, so it gave him no time for his brain to wonder.
“Tonight’s show is another zinger over here as I get to remind all of you to come see my show this Saturday! It’s somewhere brand new- can you imagine? It’s called Sourpuss Speakeasy- promise that’s its name and not something I made up. But I’m going to be the main act on Saturday night. I’m extra excited, and Stan-give me a drumroll please!” the mixer sounded off a fake drum roll.
“The new cutie in my life said he was going to come watch me perform, which if you’ve been an avid listener you’d know I got a new crush. Big ole fat gay with a capital G crush! Ugh, I feel like I’m past the prime of getting crushes but who cares, an old dog can learn new tricks- ya know like chasing its own tail.”
Eddie paused and looked at the radio as if it could answer his questions. That was such a weird coincidence that Trashmouth was doing a show the same night as Richie. Eddie shrugged it off; New York’s a massive city with a big stand-up scene. He actually isn’t surprised at all. It would be cool if Richie were performing at the same bar. Then Eddie could see both men he was interested in.
He shook his head in disbelief; he only had a crush on the radio host's voice. Besides, he said just as much that he was interested in someone, and it sure as shit wasn’t Eddie.
Eddie kept mindlessly listening to the host's ramble as he folded his laundry, feeling himself ease up and the tension slowly left his body. Eddie’s nightmares were becoming less frequent, but he could tell when they would probably come on now. His constant state of stress was a festering ground for his brain. He’s been keeping a dream journal and talking through those fears at his regular therapy appointments.
He's making progress, even if it’s tiny.
Even if it feels like Eddie’s never going to recover from the trauma.
Dec. 20th
Richie was bouncing on the balls of his feet when Eddie opened the door. He can’t keep still, and Eddie can’t tell if it’s from the freezing temperature or the nerves of performing.
“Glad to see you didn’t back out Eds.” Richie said reaching to throw his arm around Eddie’s shoulder.
Eddie laughed softly and turned to lock his door. “Shut up, I said I’d go, didn’t I?” Eddie told him with a smile.
Richie’s face melted at Eddie’s smile and darkened up a few shades pinker.
“Yeah,” Richie said quietly, “Just glad you’re coming Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie planted a massive wet kiss on the top of Eddie’s head.
“Ew!” Eddie tried to squirm out from under Richie’s arm, but Richie kept a tight hold.
“C’mon my dear Eds,” Richie said in a bad British accent. “We have somewhere to be!”
Eddie sighed and felt his own face flush as he fell into Richie’s side, warmth blossoming from where they’re pressed against each other.
Richie walked them down toward the subway chatting Eddie’s ear off as he ushered the smaller man into the subway car. Richie placed his palm on the small of Eddie’s back, gently guiding him in. Eddie’s brain short circuits at the touch, as he realizes how large Richie’s hand is on his back. Everything about Richie was huge, his personality, his hands, his glasses, his mouth- Eddie caught himself looking at Richie’s mouth and tried to avert his eyes before being caught. He had to calm down; the proximity was not helping.
The car was crowded, forcing Eddie to face Richie as they stood close together. Eddie felt like he was sixteen and secretly hoping to brush his hand against someone else's and not the thirty-two-year-old he is. He just hoped Richie wouldn’t hear how fast his heart pounded in his chest.
“It’s not a long ride.” Richie reassured him with a wink.
Eddie just hummed a reply, not trusting his voice to not crack if he spoke.
It’s only two stops later they bounced off, and Richie was waving his arms to someone in the distance. Eddie squinted and realized it was Stan and Patty. Eddie hesitantly waved his own hand at the couple.
“What took you so long, you’re going to be late.” Stan chastised Richie with a frown.
“I had to pick up short stake over here.” Richie said, pointing his thumb over to Eddie.
Stan looked over at Eddie and raised a brow at the man. Eddie, in turn, just shook his head and shrugged.
“Well come on, everyone else is already there.” Stan sighed.
The four of them walk down the street a few blocks before coming up to what seemed to be a pretty busy bar. Richie dragged them past the line to get in, and the bouncer looked them over once. Eddie played with his hands nervously. He looked around at the people entering the establishment, and he suddenly felt like a fish out of water. This wasn’t like when he went to the Comedy Hut to see Trashmouth. This place was much nicer, and there was no way Richie had a show here.
“Richie Tozier, and guests.” Richie said nervously with a wide smile.
The bouncer just nodded and stepped aside, letting them in.
Eddie knew his eyes were wide in surprise as he looked over at Richie. He just gave a bashful smile and scratched the back of his head, almost embarrassed.
“I’m kind of the main act tonight.” He admitted.
Eddie’s impressed but it’s short lived as Stan pushed Richie toward the back.
“Which is why you need to go get ready!” Stan hissed out, shoving Richie.
Richie waved goodbye to Eddie before disappearing with Stan. Patty just shook her head and nudged Eddie.
“C’mon everyone else is already at our table.” She told him, nodding her head to the main area of the bar.
At a semi large table near the front of the stage sit Eddie’s friends. Beverly and Ben are snuggled up against each other and Bill and Mike are sitting opposite of them at the table. Eddie briefly felt disappointed it wasn’t just him and Richie, but he got over it quickly. He’s more than happy to be sitting with friends than strangers.
“Eddie!” Bill waved to him excitedly. “I didn’t know Rich invited you.”
Eddie shrugged and took his coat off to throw it over his chair. “I didn’t know this was a normal thing.”
Bev nodded and waved her hand to the stage, “Well he does a lot of shows, but this one is his first time being the main performer.”
Eddie sat up straighter; the way Richie explained it seemed like he had done this a million times. Tonight was a big deal.
“He made it seem like it was any other show when he asked me. If I had known I wouldn’t have given him so much shit.” Eddied murmured.
Ben shook his head, “Nah, he always downplays himself. We basically had to pry this info out of him.”
Patty laughed next to Eddie, “That just means they asked Stan.”
Before Eddie could pry anymore, Stan rushed around the corner over to the table. He took his seat next to his wife, kissing Patty’s cheek.
“How is he?” She asked him.
“So nervous. He’s puked twice already.” Stan told them.
Bev shook her head, “He shouldn’t be. He’s gonna kill it.”
Stan’s gaze lingered on Eddie for a brief moment before he answered. “It’s not the show he’s super concerned about.”
Eddie’s brow furrowed in confusion, but the lights dimmed before he could ask.
“Welcome tonight to the stage, our very own local Richie Tozier!” The announcer exclaimed.
Eddie’s attention was immediately swept to the stage as he clapped. Richie came out with a wave, his eyes frantically looking around. His sight landed on his friends, and Eddie could see Richie’s shoulders visibly relax.
“Good evening, everyone! Hope you’re excited for a subpar show from the world’s worst comedian. My names Richie but most know me as Trashmouth-”
Eddie’s eyes widened. Trashmouth? Like the radio show?
“If you don’t know I spend most of my nights hosting a pretty sad little radio show called Trash Talk-” The audience around them roared with applause.
“I see we have avid listeners,” He chuckled into the microphone.
A million emotions flood through Eddie. First, delight, he couldn’t believe that the man he liked also was the same radio host he was obsessed with. Then dread quickly replaced joy. If Richie was Trashmouth... then Richie liked someone, and it wasn’t Eddie.
Eddie’s pulse raced. Richie continued to talk, but Eddie couldn’t focus. His chest tightened, and Eddie knew he was on the verge of a panic attack.
Richie, who Eddie had a crush on-and who he thought kind of liked him back, was the same man from the radio. Eddie had heard him talk all about this crush he had... Eddie looked back at the room behind him; there was someone who was in the audience that Richie genuinely had feelings for.
Eddie only knew because Trashmouth excitedly rambled about inviting his crush to his show.
Eddie felt embarrassment and shame well up in his body.
How stupid he was to think Richie liked him.
Eddie spent the whole show in his head. He didn’t register a single joke Richie had made. He can feel his friend's eyes on him, watching his reaction. Eddie tried to push down the anxious ball coming up his throat like a balloon ready to burst. He made it to the end of the show before quickly excusing himself.
Eddie might as well have ran out of the bar.
He’s pressed against the freezing brick in the alleyway trying to catch his breath. He felt his hand reach for an inhaler that doesn’t exist. He swore under his breath. The panic is settling in, and Eddie desperately tries to focus on any breathing techniques his therapist taught him.
He’s desperate to try to keep his mind from spiraling out of control. The only thought Eddie could wrap around was how stupid he felt. Of course, Richie didn’t like him back. Richie was funny, charming, and so full of life.
Eddie wasn’t any of those things. He was a recent divorcee, just coming out of the closet, and so riddled with childhood trauma from his mother he thought he’d be in therapy forever.
He’s so preoccupied with trying to breathe and his relentless mind, he doesn’t notice someone joining him.
“Eds? You okay?” Richie’s soft voice asked.
Eddie’s body tensed at his voice; he doesn’t look up.
“Don’t fucking call me that.” Eddie tried to spit out, but it’s between gasps of breath, and it doesn’t hit nearly as aggressive as he wanted it to.
Richie flinched but didn’t move. Still standing next to him.
“What’s wrong? Do I need to call someone-” Richie asked but Eddie held up a hand to stop him from talking.
Eddie stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest. “Just leave me alone Richie.” He murmured.
Richie looked at Eddie in confusion, “What? Eds- Why did you run out of there?”
Eddie doesn’t trust himself to reply, keeping his gaze locked on the mud-covered snow on the ground.
“Eddie would you just look at me- please?” Richie asked; his voice sounded raw.
Eddie finally brings his eyes up to Richie, and the frown that’s plastered on his face made Richie look more confused.
“Why did you invite me, Richie?” Eddie asked quietly, but his eyes were intense.
Richie balks at the question, “Because you’re my friend Eds.” he quickly sputtered out.
“Nothing else?” Eddie asked and bit the inside of his mouth, almost regretting the words.
Richie’s face heats up, and the blush almost eats at his whole face, “Eds what- what do you-” Richie stumbled over his words.
Eddie cut him off, “You said on your radio show that you invited someone you liked- and I for a small moment thought maybe-” Eddie sighed feeling his own voice give out.
“Never mind, Richie.” Eddie said defeated, “I’m going home.”
Eddie turned to walk down the alley and toward the subway station. Leaving Richie gapping like a fish.
Eddie’s almost a full block away when he’s yanked backwards.
“What the fuck?!” He shouted and turned to face the stranger but of course it was no stranger at all. It’s Richie, who’s panting, face bright red and brows pinched together in the most serious look Eddie’s probably ever seen on him.
“You listen to my show?” Richie asked. His voice trembled.
“Yes, we established this-” Eddie is interrupted.
“No, you established it! I didn’t even have time to react Eds. Give a guy a break here.” Richie exclaimed, trying to catch his breath.
“Richie please, I’m embarrassed enough for tonight.” Eddie tried to plead and move his arm out of Richie’s grip.
Richie shook his head, “No no no. We have to do this now before I lose all my nerve. Eds, how long have you been listening to my show?”
Eddie huffed and looked down, feeling the heat crawl up his neck. “Since I got here.” He murmured.
Richie gave a soft chuckle and shook his head, “Well that’s embarrassing as shit.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head.
Eddie glared at him, “If anyone’s embarrassed it’s me! I’ve been pinning over you while listening to you gush cheesy poetics about someone else you like.” Eddie tried to wiggle out of Richie’s grip again.
Richie shook his head, and he had the audacity to laugh! Eddie didn’t know if he was angry or sad as he watched Richie’s body shake with laughter.
Before Eddie can rip into him Richie started talking again, “Eds, all the stuff I said on my show- it was about you.”
Now it’s Eddie’s turn to be shocked.
Richie and Eddie stand in the middle of the sidewalk in stunned silence. Richie looked at Eddie with a dopey smile as he moved his hand to cup Eddie’s cheek. His cold hand made a shiver run down Eddie’s spine.
“You really thought I liked someone else?” Richie asked quietly. “Because I thought I was being a little too obvious about how much I wanted your di-”
Eddie quickly covered Richie’s mouth with his hand and glared up at him.
“Not the time for a dick joke jackass.”
Richie looked at Eddie through his large glasses, eyes softened, and Eddie felt him smile underneath his hand. Richie’s hands moved down to hold Eddie’s waist pulling the man closer to him. Eddie slowly brings his hand down to Richie’s shoulder.
“Just so we’re not confused-” Richie began, “I really like you, like, saw you fidgeting outside Ben’s door and my brain fired off about how cute you were. Then you opened your mouth and insulted me, and I knew I was doomed.”
Eddie smiled and scoffed out a laugh, “Insults should not be what gets you going.”
“Only from cuties like you Eds.” Richie said with a wink.
Eddie rolled his eyes, “Since we’re being honest, I've had a crush on this radio host since I came into town. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him? He goes by Trashmouth, has a really nice voice.”
Richie’s throat bobbed as he looked down at Eddie, “Yea I think I know the guy. Wannabe comedian and kind of loud?” He smiled.
Eddie nodded, “Well, I think he’s funny.”
Richie had the brightest smile on his face. “You’re a riot Eds.”
Eddie leaned up, pressing his gloved hands into Richie’s chest. “I really like you Rich.” He whispered and pressed his lips to Richie’s cheek.
Richie moved one hand from Eddie’s waist to hold his cheek, and he didn’t let Eddie pull away before capturing his mouth.
The kiss is soft and cold. The freezing air around made it more intense as Eddie pressed himself further into Richie’s mouth.
The only reason the two pull apart is to breathe, and Richie pressed his forehead to Eddie’s.
“I really wanna keep kissing you Eds, but uh, it’s cold as shit out here.” Richie muttered.
Eddie scoffed but nodded in agreement. “How far away is your place?” Eddie asked.
Richie laughed, “Like another stop if we wait for the subway, or maybe ten if we can haul a ride.”
Eddie pressed his mouth firmly to Richie’s lips, licking at the seam of his lips before pulling back.
“Let’s get a ride.” Eddie pressed.
Richie gave a mock salute, “Sir yes sir.”
Richie leaned forward once more to give a quick kiss. Eddie hummed into Richie’s mouth hoping that this was the start of many more kisses to come.
Hope you liked it! I'm back in the trenches of these two.
Chapter Summary: Sam tries to wake Mika up in a much more pleasant way then her nightmare had.
Word Count: 2k
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Chapter Warnings: Somnophilia, unprotected sex, creampie, penis in vagina sex, cunnilingus, large cock, size difference, and overstimulation.
This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI
Say my name and everything just stops
I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off
Dress- Taylor Swift
In the morning, Mika wakes up feeling hazy. Her body might as well be vibrating. She feels something holding her in her daze, pressing her down. Her breathing is ragged, and she can’t make sense of her surroundings with her body feeling like she’s a coil ready to spring across the room. She peels her eyes open and in her blurry vision she sees the top of Sam’s head and realizes he’s pinning her down to bed. His large hands are gipping her hips, and she can feel his claws pricking her soft skin.
The next thing she becomes aware of is that Sam’s face is fully in her pussy and his long tongue is thrusting slowly into her.
That vibrating feeling she realized was him coaxing her open and lazily getting her riled up in her sleep.
She feels herself on the edge of an orgasm and a small gasp leaves her mouth making Sam look up at her.
He pulls back, drawing his long tongue from her and licking his lips. Mika sighs and feels her body quake underneath him as he doesn’t let her finish. He moves up her body to her face to capture her lips. Slowly prying her mouth open to explore there instead.
She moans and feels her eyes roll in the back of her head. She moves her arms up to wrap around his shoulders and hold onto him tightly.
Sam’s hands move from her hips and slowly up her body, underneath her night gown. He cups her breasts in his hands, slowly moving his thumb over her nipple. Mika pulls back from his mouth and lets out a high pitched mewl. Her hands move to grip his hair.
Sam doesn’t stop his mouth as he instead travels down her neck giving soft bites before he meets his own hands on her breasts.
Mika’s taking shaky breaths as she looks down at him, her head foggy with need. Sam’s golden eyes meet hers, and his gaze is melting. Mika tries to buck her hips up desperate for friction.
Instead of meeting her Sam pushes her night gown all the way up and moves his mouth to join his hands on her breasts. He takes her tender breasts and pushes them together and moves to suck both her nipples into his mouth.
Mika’s head rolls back on the pillow as she tries to catch her breath, “Not both, it’s too much~” she tries to tell him in a broken gasp of pleasure.
Sam doesn’t listen and instead takes her nipples into his sharp teeth and starts to bite her. He’ll bite and pull, making her cry out, then he runs his tongue over her nipples soothingly. He continues his attack enthusiastically leaving bite marks all over her chest.
She pulls him closer as she wraps her legs around Sam’s waist. The sounds escaping her mouth are between breathy and high-pitched whines.
Sam continues to ignore where Mika desperately wants him to touch. His mouth was all too preoccupied with her sensitive breasts.
Sam once again moves his mouth to suck deep bruises all along her chest, stopping only to lick and bite at her nipples for a brief reprieve.
Mika’s vision was blurred by unshed tears from the sensation of his tongue, teeth, and lips marking all over her. She’s desperately trying to buck her hips but can’t move at all underneath Sam.
“ Aomaris- please! ” She whimpers out to him, her nails digging into Sam’s shoulders.
He pulls back to look at her, to see what he’s done. Mika’s face is flushed, tears rolling down her cheeks from his teasing. Her chest is covered in either bruises or bite marks, her breasts just as red as her face.
She’s looking at him with tearful eyes, half open as she tries to catch her breath.
“Fuck,” he moans lowly in his throat and captures her lips again. Kissing Mika deeply and slowly.
She easily opens her mouth for him, and their tongues push and pull against each other in a needy way that has her losing her breath again.
Sam moves his hands to slowly drag down to her thighs, pushing them open gently. When he pulls away from her mouth, he looks down at her entrance and gently presses one finger against her.
Mika cries out, his finger gently sliding from her entrance to her clit and rolling her sensitive bud.
He makes a noise that’s deep from his chest and his eyes zero in on her. “So wet.” He murmurs quietly, putting his finger up to his mouth to lick clean.
“ Aomaris, ” Mika sobs out his name, about to beg him to touch her.
He shushes her and pushes her legs up, holding them against her chest. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you what you need sweetheart.”
Sam removes his hands, leaning down to put Mika’s legs over his shoulders. She’s not in the most comfortable position, but that thought doesn’t bother her the second Sam’s rough hands and pulling her lips open and exposing her wet entrance to the cold air. She can’t see but she feels his hot cock lay against her exposed pussy.
Sam gently bucks his hips, the fat head of his cock hitting her clit repeatedly, teasingly.
Mika looks up at Sam, her vision swimming. He’s looking down at where their bodies meet, eyes heavy as his mouth parts, grunts leaving his lips as he moves to aid his dick and rub rough circles to her clit.
She gasps and starts to see stars as she lets out a whine. An orgasm washes over her from consistent playing of her clit. She’s cum without Sam having even been inside of her.
“That’s it, that’s my girl-my love.” He whispers to her, continuing to keep the same pressure on her overly sensitive bud.
“Too sensitive-” she mumbles trying to get him to release her clit.
He shushes her and presses a kiss to her thigh that’s hiked over his shoulder. “Come on, you got more in there.” His golden eyes flash up to her gaze and Mika feels the rush of enthrallment wash over her.
What was already sensitive amps up almost ten times more as she tries to match her hips with Sam’s slow thrusts. Her need to cum overpowering her.
Sam adjusts himself and moves to her wet entrance, slowly sliding inside, letting her adjust. He pushes slowly, feeling her wet spongey walls flutter around his cock. She gasps as he pushes past the fattest part of him, and he feels her clench tightly on him. Sam pauses, taking a shuttering breath of his own.
His eyes look up to meet Mika’s and her mouth is hanging open as she tries to regulate her breathing. She can feel every inch of him, filling her up to the brim. She feels his cock twitch and it makes her clench around him, trying to keep him in place.
Sam leans forward to rest his head against her shoulder. It moves Mika with him; she’s basically folded over herself, and it makes her gasp once more. The sensation being totally different as somehow Sam slides even deeper inside her.
She swears he’s kissing her cervix. Her body is shivering from the sensation, and she clings to him, unsure of where to grab as she cries for him to move.
Sam doesn’t hesitate and moves to thrust his hips; he reels back almost completely pulling out before he slams his hips back down.
Mika clings to him, her mouth open but no noise escapes her, she just desperately holds on. Sam is ruthless in his movements; he slams his hips again and again into her. One of his hands is rolling her throbbing clit to stimulate her more. Mika’s soft cries fill the room as he continues to make her cum.
The second time she orgasms, her soft walls cling to him, milking an orgasm out of him. He moans out his release as he moves to bite down on her neck, drawing blood that he then soothes by licking.
Sam pulls his hips back and looks down to see his cum mix with Mika’s. The sight makes him growl out and then slam his hips back into her. The motion makes Mika’s body shake from how overly sensitive she is.
“Aomaris- fuck- please,” Mika moans his name, asking for something she isn’t sure of.
She’s lost count of how many times she’s cum, it feels like as soon as one ends another one rocks her core. Her body trembles with how intense everything feels. The room is spinning as she whines into Sam’s ear, begging him to keep going. The only thing Mika hears is Sam’s grunts and the wet sounds from him thrusting in and out of her.
Sam moves to adjust them; he slowly rocks in and out of her as he brings her legs down from his shoulders. It allows Mika’s muscles to relax as she’s able to lock her legs around his waist in a more comfortable position.
Sam holds himself up on his forearms, looking down at Mika, pressing kisses to her glistening skin. Much softer than before.
Mika’s able to catch her breath as she moves her hands to cup his face dragging his mouth to hers in a slow sloppy kiss.
“I love you.” She murmurs against lips.
The sentence has Sam thrusting deep inside her, she feels his cock twitch making her whine in pleasure.
“Again.” He murmurs against her lips, rocking slowly and deeply into her.
“I love you- I love you Aomaris.” Mika whimpers out, closing her eyes as she feels him almost digging into her core. Her back arches to him, wanting to cum.
Sam moves to push her hips closer to him, almost impossibly closer. Her cries pushing him on, he moves to press down on her lower abdomen, “Give me one more love, come on.” he moans out for her.
The sensation of his pressing and thrusting deep sends Mika over the edge and she clenches tightly around Sam. It pulls one last orgasm from him as well adding to the cum already inside of her.
Sam doesn’t pull out immediately as he holds onto Mika’s hips, staring down at where they connect. The sight of his cum pouring out of her as he’s still inside her makes him almost want to keep going. If it wasn’t for the spent look on Mika and her trembling body, he absolutely could keep going. His stamina was different.
He slowly pulls out and leans forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, pushing her sweaty hair out of her face. Her eyes flutter to look up at him as she catches her breath.
“That’s one way to wake up...” She murmurs softly moving to cup his face with one of her hands.
Sam chuckles and presses another light kiss to her wrist before he walks off to the bathroom. He returns quickly with a damp cloth and cleans Mika up.
“What was that for?” She asks him, letting him take care of her.
Sam just shrugs, “Thought that would be a better way to wake up then a nightmare.” He teases her.
Mika flushes and lays flat on the bed as Sam continues to clean her.
“Definitely better than a nightmare...” she mutters.
Sam snorts at her response and moves up to gently kiss again.
Mika melts into him and tries to deepen the kiss but Sam pulls away giving her a look of warning.
“Don’t get me riled up again, I could do this all day.” He warns her.
She pouts but concedes. Her body was already aching. “That sounds infinitely better than training all day.”
Sam shakes his head, “We can fuck all day when you’re back in your bed. In the human realm.” He sarcastically tells her with a pointed look.
Mika giggles a bit, “Is that a promise?”
Sam’s eyes meet hers and they flash with gold for a brief moment, “Don’t tease me right now while I’m literally cleaning my cum out of you.” He reprimands her.
She sighs but stops trying to push Sam’s buttons. She stays still as he cleans her up. She hums contently and looks over to him again.
“I love you.” She whispers softly to him.
Sam stops what he’s doing and smiles at Mika, leaning to kiss her again. “I think I love you more.” He mumbles against her lips.
She smiles, “I don’t know if that’s possible.” She tells him.
Sam shakes his head and stands up pulling Mika with him. “Come on, we have a long day. I’ve kept you in the bed probably too long and I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole castle heard you.” he teases.
Mika’s face burns in embarrassment as she goes to get ready for the day hoping that Sam’s just joking.
When the two of them enter the war room to discuss the plans for the day, none of the incubi brothers can make eye contact with Mika. She thinks she’s never been more embarrassed than at this moment. Which is saying something after everything she’s been through.
Chapter Summary: Mika learns how to train with her magic and has a nightmare.
Word Count: 3k
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Chapter Warnings: Intense vivid imagery of fire and characters burning alive.
This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI
Can also be found on AO3 X
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do baby
In the middle of the night, in my dreams
I know I'm gonna be with you, so I take my time
Are you ready for it?
...Ready For It? - Taylor Swift
The next morning Mika wakes up and she’s almost convinced that she’s home. She can feel Sam’s arms wrapped around her, keeping her close to his warm body. She’s so comfortable it’s easy to forget that she’s still naked from the night before. If it wasn’t for the weight of Sam’s tail loosely wrapped around her ankle, she’d forget she wasn’t home.
She groans as she blearily opens her eyes.
She turns to look at Sam, who is still asleep, the most peaceful look on his face. She smiles softly and brings one of her hands up to caress his face. Her hand gently ghosts over his cheek and down his jaw.
Sam peels one of his eyes open to look at her. The gold flashes for a brief moment before he sighs and pulls Mika to lay on top of his chest.
“Good mornin’.” He murmured into her neck.
Mika giggles at him and presses a kiss to his jawline. “Good morning to you too.”
Sam’s warm hands are on her hips, holding her firmly in place.
The two are taken from their peaceful bubble by a loud knocking on the door.
“Sam, Mika? Are you two awake?” James' voice rings through the door, tone leaving no room for their lazy morning.
Sam lets out a low groan into Mika’s neck. “So loud...”
“We’re up James!” She responds, only mildly annoyed.
Sam gives her a soft bite to her neck, making her snap her head towards him. He’s looking up at her with a glare.
“Don’t give me that look!” She hisses out at him, “We probably have a long day ahead...” she sighed looking at the door.
Sam sits up, taking Mika with him. He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “We got this.”
Mika nods and turns to pull Sam in for one more kiss. He tries to deepen it, but the knocking starts again. Sam pulls away irritated, “We’re comin’!” He shouts at the door.
Mika shakes her head and moves to grab some clothes from the dresser, anything that is light and moveable. She couldn’t train in her normal clothes; denim left little room for movement.
She finds some pants that stretch well, reminding her almost like leggings, but the material felt so much more luxurious. She grabs a loose blouse with long sleeves that gather at her wrists. She finds some boots left for her and straps those on as well. She turns to find Sam watching her, his tail slowly whipping back and forth behind him. Mika holds her hands out and does a quick spin.
“I feel like it’s pirate weekend at the renaissance festival.” she said with a playful scoff.
Sam grabs her hand and pulls her toward him with a questioning look, “What’s a renaissance festival?”
“I’ll take you to one if we make it back home.” Mika said with a smile and turned toward the door.
“When we get back home.” Sam tells her softly.
James is on the other side of the door, arms crossed and clearly annoyed. The other brothers were standing off to the side looking bored.
“Took you two long enough.” Ezaeur remarks as she comes around the corner with her guard.
Mika can feel Sam bristle in annoyance, and she places a hand on his arm to settle him.
“Follow me, we have much to discuss.” She said, gesturing for them to follow her.
The incubi brother and Mika follow the succubus and end up in what looks like a war room. The other demons she had met before are standing around a table in the middle. The table in question is a giant map of what Mika can only assume is the Abyssal Plains.
Ezaeur takes her spot at the head of the table with her guard next to her.
“We have little time to take down the Demon Lord. He doesn’t know his sons are back yet, and we must use that to our advantage.” She tells the room.
“So, what’s your plan succubus?” The shadow demon asks in a suspicious tone; his arms crossed over his chest.
“We have to ambush- and soon.” She said, pointing at the location of the Demon Lord’s castle.
“How soon are you talking here? I’m not about to lead this army in a suicide mission!” The larger demon with a broken horn shouts at her.
“Hold your tongue!” The guard glares at the other demon.
Ezaeur holds her hand out to him. “Please Saero.”
“What I mean to say is, we’re lucky if we have a month but we should make a move within a fortnight.” She tells them, leaving no room for discussion.
Her eyes drift lazily over to Mika and the incubi brothers. “You must train with my troops. You have the best knowledge of fighting your father besides me.”
Her red eyes pierce Mika, “And you need to stay out of our way.”
Mika bristles at that, “So I’m dead weight? That’s not going to be helpful to anyone!” She finds herself arguing.
“Human-” Ezaeur sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “You have no fighting skills! It would be a waste of resources.”
“So, do you want me to be defenseless? I’m not asking to lead a battalion here!” Mika responds with a firm glare on her face.
“She’s not wrong. We would be wasting everyone's time by leaving one of us to guard Mika. Which we all know would be Sam- and he’s the best fighter.” James tells Ezaeur with an annoyed look on his face. His own golden tail swishing in clear irritation.
The succubus groans in frustration. “What can you even do?” She prompts Mika.
“Well, I have been practicing from my grandfather's journals.” She answers with a shrug.
“I thought I burned those.” Ezaeur responds with a raised brow.
“I rewrote the translations.” James retorts with a glare.
“You know-” One of the other demon chimes in. “She did produce a spell yesterday that surprised even me. With some fine tuning she could really control raw magic.” The demon that looks much like a fairy tells the succubus.
“She froze the whole room with at least eight of us in there fighting.”
Ezaeur’s eyes raise as she looks at Mika. “That’s... a start.” She looks over at the demon who chimed in, “Fae... you’ll train her since you were impressed.”
The demon makes a face that is very much a childish pout. “I have other duties!”
“Then I’m sure the human can help with them.” She grins.
Mika spends the next hours training outside with the demon she has been told to call Fae. Though she’s positive that is not their name.
“Human, when you use magic what does it feel like?” Fae asks, fluttering in the air above.
Mika tilts her head and looks down at her hands.
“It’s electric, almost like a shock to my body.” She tells them.
The fairy demon nods, “Your body isn’t used to the raw magic of the plains. It should only feel like a pinch. How long have you been training?”
Mika focuses on her hands and trying to feel the magic around her, “Only a couple of months...It’s much harder in the human realm.”
Fae nods in understanding. “Well duh, the human realm is almost completely zapped of magic. Only the most powerful warlocks and witches can cast. The fact you can cast at all with how little you know is impressive.” they tell Mika.
“Now, let’s focus on the elements. That’s my specialty.”
Mika spends hours just trying to focus on feeling the magic of the earth below her feet. Fae makes her take off her boots and practice grounding herself to the plains. She wiggles her toes deep into the soil and concentrates on feeling the magic around her. She can feel it pulsing at her feet and burrowing deep into the ground. Much like a plant, expanding its roots to a deep ecosystem that communicates.
Fae’s able to teach her how to manipulate the plants, even if it’s only a little vine today. The way Fae looks approvingly at Mika lets her know she’s not completely hopeless.
As the evening approaches, Mika finds herself sluggishly going back to her room. The fireplace is lit, and she collapses on the rug in front of it. She groans and burrows her face into her arms. She feels every muscle in her body aching and screaming at her.
Who knew practicing magic would also be physically taxing? Not a single video game she’d ever played, that’s for sure.
“Not too much now child, you are just getting started.” a low voice echoes deeply and rumbles through her bones. Mika sits up straight, looking around the room trying to find the source.
The deep voice chuckles. “I'm not easily found.”
Mika looks confused and she sighs; she thinks she’s losing her mind. Maybe she’s been double cursed.
“I am a gift, not a curse. I’m here to provide aid.”
Before Mika can even begin to think of a reply, the door opens, and Sam enters their shared room. He’s stretching when he sees Mika sprawled on the ground in front of the fireplace. He grins widely, cocking his head to the side.
“Rough day?” he teases.
Mika groans and continues to stay laid out on the floor. “I didn’t think magic would be so physical ...”
Sam chuckles as he comes closer toward her. He crouches down and sweeps the hair from her face. “Did you think it would be easy?”
She rolls her eyes, “No, I just...if my grandpa could do it I just thought-” she sits up frowning.
“Your old man was different.” Sam said softly, cupping her face. “He also had a lot more time under his belt. You can do it.”
She leans into his hand and closes her eyes. “Thanks.”
“C’mon.” Sam stands and easily lifts Mika up to her feet. “We should eat something before we pass out for the night.”
Mika looks up at Sam, still getting used to his demon form. He’s so much taller than before, not to mention his horns or tail. He catches her stare and raises a brow.
She flushes at being caught before stumbling over her words, “Do you even need to eat or sleep in this form?”
He shakes his head, “Not really, but it feels nice to lay with you.” he bends down to nip at her neck, “I mean, if you wanted to you could easily fill me up.” he whispers in her ear.
She flushes a deep shade of red before swatting at him. “You are such and insufferable tease!” She mutters, trying to walk away.
Mika doesn’t make it far before Sam grabs her wrist and easily pulls her back toward him, “Only finishing what you started.” he murmurs before capturing her mouth for a deep kiss that has Mika melting under him.
He pulled away just as quickly as he started smirking down at her. Mika’s face is at least three different shades of red as she avoids his eyes.
“C’mon, you definitely need to eat.” he said grabbing her arms to steady her. “You’re shaking.”
Mika wants to argue back with him, but she feels her knees buckle and she closes her mouth quickly. Instead, she just lets Sam guide her to the dining hall with only a hint of embarrassment.
The interaction leaves her light and immediately she forgets the voice who was talking in her head.
They both seem to miss the bright orange eyes staring after them from the fireplace.
After dinner, Mika goes to the bathroom to take a bath before bed. Sam stays behind talking to his brothers and Mika takes this solo time to actually bathe. Unlike the night before when she’s sure she just made a mess with Sam. She settles her body into the water trying to stop herself from blushing at the images playing in her mind from last night.
Her brain screams at her with so much conflicting information. She’s not home, she’s in the demon realm. Not to mention she’s stuck here because of a genocidal dictator. She doesn’t know what is going to happen. This world isn’t hers, these demons don’t know her, and she really only can rely on the incubi brothers. Not to mention the voice she had heard in her head before dinner.
She sinks lower into the water to dunk her head. She’s so tired of fighting for her life.
When she comes back up, she finishes her bath and dries herself off, getting ready for bed. She easily found plenty of clothes in the dresser, and she found a long night gown to comfortably sleep in.
When she exits the bathroom, she sees Sam lounging on the bed waiting for her. He smiles warmly at her and pats the empty spot on the bed next to him. Mika crawls onto the bed and easily slides into the covers and presses into his warm arms.
It doesn’t take long before she falls fast asleep.
That’s the last moment of peace Mika feels. Her dreams run wild from her anxiety. All she sees is fire; it’s so hot she can’t breathe. She tries to walk through the flaming embers but all she’s met with are dead ends.
One after another Mika finds walls of fire, and she starts to hear screams in the distance. The voices warble together in a cacophony of horror. She finally breaks into an open area and the fires disappear. She frantically turns circles in the black abyss, searching for anything.
“Mika...” She hears her name like a distant whisper, and she turns to try to find the source.
She turns to come face to face with Sam... but it’s not, he’s not right. His body is burnt, almost ashes. The burns and blood mix together and she doesn’t recognize his face.
“Aomaris-” she cries reaching a hand out to hesitantly touch his half-burned face.
He glares at her and one of his hands snatches her wrist in a tight grip. The scorched skin radiates a fire burning her up. She tries to pry herself out of his tight grip, but she can’t move, flames curling up her arm.
“Aomaris, please!” She cries for him, but he doesn’t move.
“You did this.” He mutters.
Mika feels the fires grow larger taking her in, burning her flesh, her screams being deafened by the heat blazing over her and burning her from the inside out.
“Mika, Mika, hey wake up-”
Her eyes fly open and Mika crawls to sit up, looking over herself in panic. Her skin is normal and soft flesh. Her eyes flash up to Sam, who’s looking at her like she’s a wounded deer. She feels her chest heaving from how hard she’s breathing, and she shuts her eyes trying to control her breath.
“Mika, it was a nightmare.” Sam tells her softly, pulling her gently toward him.
She looks up at him, searching his face to make sure he’s fine. Sam’s normal, uninjured face looks back at her with concern.
She takes a shaky breath and leans into his chest, holding him tightly.
He easily wraps his large arms around her, rubbing her back soothingly. He hushes her, reassuring her that it was a nightmare and nothing more.
When Mika finally pulls herself together, she pulls back a bit to look up at him.
Sam cups her face, looking at her in concern, “What happened? You were screaming.”
She shakes her head and hides in his chest, “I don’t want to talk about it...I- I thought I lost you.” She whispers.
Sam brushes her hair down and cradles her to him. “You can’t lose me,” He teases lightly. “Promise I’m not going anywhere.”
Silence settles over them for a while as Mika tries to regulate her heart again. She focuses on listening to Sam’s heartbeat, trying to match her breathing with his.
She’s almost fully asleep again when she slips out in a soft murmur, “I love you.”
Sam freezes, his body tightening. “What did you say?”
Mika doesn’t think too hard through her foggy sleepy haze, “I love you Aomaris.” She whispers softly.
Sam quickly flips Mika on her back, as he hovers above her. His arms bracing next to her. She’s wide awake now, her face flushed as she realized what she said.
She’s looking up at Sam in the dark of the room and can only truly see his eyes, which have a faint golden ring around them as he looks down at her. She thinks his face is flushed, but she can’t really make it out.
“Say it again.” Sam asks in quiet demand.
The nerves leave Mika’s body as she relaxes into the soft bed underneath him. Her hands come up to cup his face.
“I said, I love you Aomaris.”
Mika barely gets to finish her sentence before Sam’s capturing her lips in a deep kiss. His hands moving down to hold her hips, pressing himself into the bed.
His kisses are different from the night before, not ravenous at all. They’re long, deep, and fueled by something much deeper than lust.
Mika’s hands try to find perch, one on his face trying to pull him impossibly closer, and the other running through his hair.
Sam pulls back running soft kisses down her neck, “Again...”
Mika finds herself giggling softly, “Aomaris-” she chastises him.
Sam stops kissing her and looks up at Mika with a fixed frown. He pulls himself up to lean on his arms over her again. He gently brushes her hair behind her ear as his eyes roam her face.
“I love you Mika, and I'd do anything to keep you safe.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Sam finally lays back down and pulls Mika into his chest, pulling the blankets up to wrap around her.
Mika feels her heart squeeze in response, and she smiles up at him. She presses one more kiss to Sam’s mouth. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight doofus.” He replies halfheartedly as he wraps his limbs around Mika protectively.
The night after that was dreamless. Mika slept peacefully, fully wrapped up in Sam.
If I'm honest life has been very hard as of recent and if it seems I've been MIA on the internet it's because I just haven't had time to do fun things.
I've been working 2 full time jobs, moving, and just trying to exist recently and it's gotten me down. I'm hopefully able to be back in the swing of stuff around June. I want to/have to finish my Seduce Me fic this year or I'll lose my OWN mind. Not to mention my Criminal Minds one as well. I want to write them and start other projects, this has just been one of the hardest years for me recently.
Anyway, just wanted to let you know IM NOT DEAD, just struggling.
Chapter Warnings: Penis in Vagina Sex, Bathtub Sex, Cunnilingus, Cock Warming, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Mating Press, Large Cock, Size difference
This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI
Can also be found on AO3 X
I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me
Honey, hell is when I fight with you
But we can patch it up good, make confession
And we're begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you
False God - Taylor Swift
Mika is jolted awake by a loud crash that echoes in the halls. She is propelled up and quickly puts on her clothes to go check out what she heard. She almost falls over trying to shove her legs in her jeans trying to be quick.
As Mika approaches the room, she can hear voices overlapping in shouts and screams. The grunts and what sounded like metal clanging start up before she gets to the doorway, knowing a fight has started. She turns the corner and is back in the main room from the night before and she sees mass chaos unraveling in front of her. The demons from the night before were engaging in a heated fight. That if Mika didn’t know any better, she would say where her friends.
Every single demon is fighting, movements so fast for some she can’t see what’s really happening. Some though, she could spot and identify. She stares at the incubi forms and realizes they are her friends. In their demon forms.
She sees Erik first, his red and magenta markings covered his body similar to the succubus. His tail swings out to trip the shadow demon from the night before. His shadow tendrils fighting against Erik’s bright magenta magic that flows out from him. The inky black and bright pink contrast as they battle each other.
She then can see Matthew throwing projectiles at the fae like demon. They dance around Matthew’s attacks with ease, almost like playing a game. His markings look totally different than Erik’s, the blue swirling around his form.
It doesn’t take long before Mika can find all of them, each engaged in their own battles. They were covered in the deep markings of their incubi form, horns protruding from their heads and tails whipping behind them. The cacophony of shouts and weapons is almost deafening.
They had found her. They came for her.
She’s overwhelmed with relief, but she knows that she has to get them to stop. Or they’d all kill each other.
The noise is too loud for her to shout, nor would it do much of anything. She tries to sort through the best plan that won’t get her injured in return.
A spell is brought to the front of her mind. It’s a freezing spell. She was practicing it before she left, and while she can cast it, one this large isn’t the smartest idea. It was her only idea though.
She takes a deep breath and centers herself, holding her hands out, trying to find the magic around her. She had found that it was about manipulating what she already had access to, rather than trying to force new magic out of her. Which unfortunately for her, in the human realm there wasn’t much magic to manipulate.
Mika feels the magic spark and it burns her fingertips; she wasn’t home anymore, and the magic was surrounding her here. She could feel it physically on her hands, ready for her to manipulate. She didn’t have to focus nearly as much as she had to at home. She felt everything click into motion.
“ Stringo .”
The air around her moves in motion, spreading from her hands as it covers the room. Every demon is frozen in place, like they are bound. The silence immediate.
Their heads turn to try to find the source and see Mika standing in the doorway, huffing as she tries to hold her spell. Her magic doesn’t last as long as she thought, the spell almost immediately dropping.
While it was easier to cast, she still needed to focus on maintaining the longevity of her spells.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re alright.” Erik says in relief as he rushes to bring Mika into a hug.
Mika is shocked by how much larger Erik is than normal. He’s usually taller than her, but in his demon form he almost towers over her. All of them do. They’ve grown in height, have horns, and tails. Erik pulls her close and his tail wraps around her protectively.
She gives a soft laugh, “Yeah I’m alright, mostly because of them.” She said nodding to the demon generals that have all gathered together. Their glares toward the incubi not going unnoticed.
“We thought they kidnapped you!” Matthew says coming to her other side.
Mika shakes her head and tries to look past the two men, “Where’s Sam?”
Mika can see them stiffen and look sheepishly away. The shadow demon comes forward, “Fighting the succubus in the other room.” he deadpans.
She pushes her way out of Erik’s hold and rushes toward the faint noise she can hear in the other room, she needs to see Sam.
“Mika!” She hears them shout behind her, but she only has one goal in mind.
She turns into the archway of the next room and can see the three demons fighting, Ezaeur’s guard also trying to combat Sam. Sam has the succubus pinned under him, a feral and guttural noise coming from the back of his throat as he bares his teeth at her. Before he can throw his punch, her guard tackles Sam to the ground and the two go rolling across the room, Sam’s back hitting the stone wall with a sickening crack.
Ezaeur’s head turns as she spots Mika, her eyes flashing gold for a moment. “Call off your guard dog!” She commands Mika.
Mika feels the threads of irritation tug at her, “No shit.” she shouts back at the woman.
Before the succubus could open her mouth to retort Mika is looking at Sam and calls to him.
“Aomaris.” Sam’s whole body freezes, his head whipping toward her voice. His eyes widen when he sees her. His face morphed into instant relief.
He throws the succubus guard off of him as if he weighed nothing. Moving quickly toward her to tackle Mika into his arms.
Sam doesn’t bother to hide his strength, as he sends the two of them to the ground. His arms wrapped tightly around her to keep her safe. His frame almost cradling her in his body from the height he gained in his demon form.
“You’re okay.” He murmurs into her shoulder peppering her neck with soft kisses.
He has to maneuver his head to adjust for his horns, but it works. Mika is completely enclosed against Sam, his incubi form being much larger than she’s used to. He was already built, but he was somehow more muscular like this. It almost makes Mika’s head swim, but she can’t lose focus right now.
She moves her hands to grab his face, making him look at her. His eyes flickering between gold and green. Mika can see the tip of his tail swaying back and forth behind him. Much like a happy dog.
She’s never letting him live this down.
“I’m okay... She actually saved me.” Mika tells him nodding over to the succubus.
Sam turns to look at the woman, the glare returning to his face.
She’s being helped up by her guard as they look over at Sam and Mika. Everyone else entered soon after.
“If you didn’t take her, who did?” Sam’s voice asks. It’s deep and resonates through Mika’s whole body.
Ezaeur is trying to rotate her shoulder back as she glares at all of them. “Your father. Who else?” she deadpans.
“That’s impossible.” James states in low anger. “He had no way of knowing where we escaped.”
She growls out at him, “Then explain how she’s here with a nasty curse placed on her!” she points to Mika.
“I tried to warn you, and you refused to listen. Now she’s trapped here until she dies, or your father does.” She glowers at the group of men, hate filling her voice as she addresses them.
Sam’s protective grip on Mika tightened.
“This isn’t our fault! If we had gone or stayed, he would still be like this.” Matthew said in frustration.
Ezaeur’s tail whips furiously behind her as she paces towards them. “The second you and your brothers left, it’s been death and bloodshed! I was going to take him down from the inside and your selfishness ruined it!”
She shouts, her voice shaking with power as her rage fills her body. Her dark purple aura starts to maneuver around her as she doesn’t hide her internalized debate on just ending this now. She was clearly tired of trying to play nice.
Sam slowly stands and easily pulls Mika up with him. “We’ll kill him.” Sam said calmly looking at Ezaeur.
She scoffs as she lazily looks over toward Sam, “It’s the least you could do. You all abandoned your people to the mercy of your father and their blood is on your hands.” She turns to storm off and her generals follow behind her. The only one who stays behind is her guard, who is still glowering at them.
“We will reconvene after she rests. Rooms are abundant here so rest wherever you like.” His tone does not match his words, but he quickly leaves after. Leaving the incubi and Mika alone.
“Fucking prick.” Sam mumbles watching them leave.
Damien slowly walks forward as he looks at his brothers. “She’s not wrong.”
All of their heads turn to look at him, an arrangement of different reactions.
“Damien, we didn’t have a choice .” Matthew starts.
“We did! We just took the easiest one.” He responds to his brother, voice quiet but firm.
“What else were we supposed to do? Fight the Demon Lord? The man who single handedly completed a mass genocide on brute demons? We would have died.” Erik said placing his hands on his hips.
“I’m not saying that!” Damien clenches his fists in frustration, “I just- she's not wrong that we could have done more.”
Mika slowly moves from Sam’s grip to hold Damien’s hands.
“You weren’t wrong to run away. He abused all of you too.” She tells him softly.
Sam moves to pull his younger brother to him, “I would have done anything to get you out of there Damien. The plains could have burned for all I care, if we could have been free.” he tells his younger brother.
“It doesn’t matter now anyway...we’re stuck until we kill him anyway.” James tells them. “He’s come for our family,” he said looking at Mika. “We’re going to end it.”
The other incubi nod in agreement.
“Come on, we better get to bed.” Erik said pushing the group along, “Bright side, we get the cushy luxurious beds of Castle Lilith.” Erik said dreamily.
Sam follows Mika to her room agreeing to share together. Once inside Mika walks over to the dresser to hopefully find something better than her jeans and sweater.
Sam comes up behind her, placing a hand on her hip, she feels his tail wrap around her feet.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asks softly.
Mika’s holding onto a white loose blouse and has already flung a nightgown onto the dresser, she pauses turning to look up at him.
“No... I’m not, but there’s no use in crying about it.” she said quietly pressing her forehead to his chest.
Sam wraps his arms around her to press her firmly against him. She tries to not let herself feel overwhelmed, but it all comes out so quickly she can’t stop the broken sob that escapes the back of her throat. Her hands don’t release the shirt she’s holding as she tries to fight her tears.
“It’s okay.” He whispers, one hand coming to lightly brush through her hair.
With his soft words she crumbles and feels the hot fresh anger boil to the surface as she cries in frustration.
Sam can feel her rage and moves to hold her face in his hands, making her look up at him.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
She just nods, trying to stop her floodgate but failing miserably.
Sam presses his forehead to hers and she feels an overwhelming sense of calm washing over her.
“What-” she starts to ask but stops when she sees Sam’s eyes. They’re rimmed with red instead of gold.
“It’s rage, Brute demons feed on anger.” he murmurs to her.
She feels her shoulders lose their tension as she relaxes against his hold.
When he’s done, he presses a soft kiss to the crown of her head.
“Do you feel better?" he asked, moving a loose piece of hair behind her ear.
She nodded, “Much. Thank you.” she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Good, now come on.” He pries the shirt from her grip and gently pushes her towards the other door in the room. “Let’s draw you a warm bath.”
She sighs and leans into him, “That might be the best idea you’ve ever had.” she teased.
He scoffs an amused chuckle. “Mmmhmm. Come on.” he murmurs.
Upon entering the bathroom, Mika is surprised to see just how large it is. She pauses to look around the room as Sam moves toward the bath to get it started. The water immediately pours out and she can see the steam filling the tub. A tub that is three times the size of hers at home. Her eyes widen as she looks at it. It reminds her more of a jacuzzi with how large it is and the extra space the corners have. She could probably sit on the edge of this tub and be perfectly fine.
“I could swim in that.” she stated, addressing the size.
“Well, us demons tend to come in much larger sizes than you humans.” He informs her with a chuckle.
Mika feels her face flush as she looks over Sam’s form. He was much larger, towering another foot well above her like this. His body wasn’t too different, but it was hard to miss the horns, tail, or even just how much sharper his nails were. Not to mention even his ears were pointed almost like a fantasy elf from a book.
“Does it feel weird, being smaller with your glamour?” she asked, not bothering to hide her ogling.
“Mmmm, kind of? You get used to it. But it does feel like wearing something that’s a size too small.” He said with a shrug.
“Does it hurt?” she asked with her brows furrowed in worry.
“No, not at all. It’s quite comfortable once you’re glamoured long enough.” He responded nonchalantly.
He turns to turn the water off and grabs another bottle pouring it in. The water immediately starts foaming with bubbles and the smell is wonderful. It’s like a garden in the sun at the peak of spring.
“Come on, it’s ready and you’ll feel better.” he said, ushering her to the tub.
Mika ran her hand over the surface of the water and felt the warmth roll through her. She sighs in delight before she immediately takes off her shoes and pants.
“Are you joining? It’s big enough.” she asked him.
Sam turns his head as she easily starts stripping, his face burning and the tips of his ears turned pink. He hears her enter the water and an immediate sigh leaves her lips.
“You have to get in here. This is amazing.” she almost moans out.
Sam turns to look, and Mika’s almost lowered herself totally in the tub, the bubbles covering her. Only her head is above the water as she looks up at him. Sam groans and rolls his head back, “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he mumbles before he moves to join.
She giggles as she moves out of the way for Sam to join. She tilts her head in confusion before she moves next to him holding her hand out to grab his arm.
“Is this just your skin?” she asks, referring to his green marks that cover his skin.
Sam’s face burns a bright red, “It’s called taint.” he informs her.
“That didn’t answer my question.” she replied arching a brow.
Sam rolls his eyes, “It is, and it isn’t. Taint is the mark of being born from Lilith. The mark of being a succubus or incubus. It protects us like armor, but to you it will feel like my skin.” he replied holding his arm up for her.
She hums and runs her hand down his arm toward his hand, that was completely covered and a dark shade of green. She interlocks her fingers with him.
“There’s so much I don’t know about you.” she murmured softly.
Sam squeezed her hand in reassurance. “Most of it doesn’t matter anymore.” He responds quietly.
She looks up at him with a frown, “But it does...it’s a part of who you are.”
Sam moves and quickly has his arms blocking Mika in the tub and his legs straddle her hips. His brows and furrowed in frustration as he glared down at her.
“A part of me? The part that’s a monster, the part that could crush you without a second thought? The part that’s absolutely murdered before, is that the part of me you want ?” He growls out at her.
Mika is unwavering in her determination as she reaches up to hold his face, “You’re not a monster.” she tells him.
“I know, for some unearthly reason, you want me to be afraid of you. I'm not Sam. I don’t care what you’ve done in the past, but I want to know the parts of you that make you who you are.” she whispered.
“Mika...” he says her name like a low note, from the back of his throat.
She moves to sit up a bit more, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Aomaris.”
Sam grunts and moves his hands down to hold her waist, his nails digging into her hips to bring her naked form flush against him.
“Don’t start something you don’t want to finish.” he groans out moving to trail kisses on her neck.
She gasps lightly and a moan escapes her, she moves her arm down to hold his bicep, trying to keep herself up. Her other hand stays and grips at the hair on the nape of his neck, making him hiss out.
“Who said that?” she says breathlessly, her head falling back to rest on the edge of the tub. “I’m pretty sure I initiated this by asking you to bathe with me.” she said with a grin.
Sam grunts and moves to grab her thighs, lifting her out of the water to sit on the edge. He moves his mouth trailing hot open mouth kisses down her breasts to her stomach.
“Knew you were trying to kill me.” he groans, licking at her erect nipple, one hand completely covering the other breast, his rough thumb rolling over her nipple.
She whimpered, “Been trying since the beach, fuck -” Sam bites down and Mika sees stars for a moment.
“So sensitive.” He replied, a smirk on his lips.
“Shut up.” she murmurs, her face flushed as Sam moves to hold both of her breasts in his large hands. He moves to stand between her legs, Mika immediately wrapping them around his waist to keep balance.
Sam rolls his thumbs over her nipples again and Mika cries softly, “Please stop teasing.” she faintly bucks her hips against his waist.
Sam quirks a brow, “You wanna talk about teasing?” He removes his hands from her breasts and lightly trails them down to her thighs before firmly gripping them. “You’ve been teasing me for fucking months .” he growls lowly.
He removes her legs from his waist and holds them open, leaving her exposed to him. Mika takes a shuddering breath feeling the cold air of the room hit her wet opening.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She replied, voice stuck in her throat and whiny.
Sam keeps his green eyes locked on Mika’s as he lowers himself to her entrance, placing slow kisses on her inner thighs. “Try again.” he murmurs.
“Sam, please ~” she tries to move her hips, looking for some sort of relief, but his hold leaves her unable to move.
Sam is licking, kissing, and biting everywhere on her inner thighs but where she needs him.
“Only good girls get to cum Mika, be honest.” he whispers, biting the skin closest to where she’s aching for him to touch. “I’ve waited this long, what's another hour? Or day?”
“Sam!” She gasps his name and moves to grab him, the only part of him within grabbing distance being his horns. She holds them tight, and she hears the guttural noise Sam makes.
She freezes before a smirk spread on her face, “Is this an androgynous zone for you?” she asked.
Sam refuses to speak, his hold on her thighs tightened. His nails almost breaking skin as she notices his shaky breathing.
“Oh?” She moves her hand feather light to caress one of his horns from base to tip, much like she would a cock.
Sam’s body is trembling under her touch, and Mika takes great joy in this. “It looks like it is.” She teases in an airy voice. “Does it feel good?”
The moan that escapes Sam’s mouth is low and raspy, and his eyes shoot up to Mika’s, the gold rimming his glare he’s sending her.
She quirks a brow at him, “You’re the one who said I was a tease, I’m just living up to those expectations.”
Something on Sam’s face changes and Mika knows she’s pushed the limit of his patience. She sees his tail whipping up out of the water and quickly he wraps her hands up to release his horns. She tries to struggle against his hold, but his grip is tight.
“You’re gonna regret that.” he murmurs lowly.
Before Mika can reply he moves one of his hands to spread her open. She mewls at the sensation and Sam’s eyes glaze over as he stares. “You’re soaking, and it’s not from the bath.” He murmurs, sliding one of fingers lazily up her folds and then to circle her throbbing clit.
She releases a sob of ecstasy as his mouth finds her entrance, his tongue coaxing her open. Mika’s head drops back as she gasps at the contact. Sam’s holding her legs wide open and he’s not holding back. His tongue is lapping her up, drinking her like he’s been deprived of water. He groans as he thrusts his tongue deep inside her entrance, the vibration making Mika cry out. Sam is relentless as he adds two fingers alongside his tongue. He pulls his mouth away for only a moment.
“Look at you, so ready and wet. Two fingers slid in so easy with no prep.” He said in a rough voice, watching his fingers curl into her and disappear.
Mika opens her mouth to try to respond, her arms trying to break free from his grip. Before she can try to speak, he flattens out his tongue licking a stripe straight up to her clit before he circles his tongue around it.
Mika can feel the coil in the pit of her stomach tighten, the pleasure building up, “Please, fuck, please-”
Sam pulls back, removing his mouth and fingers, watching her face as she looks down at him with heavy eyes taking deep rattling breaths. She tries to shake her hips, to give some kind of friction, but it’s to no avail.
“Please what?” He said planting a kiss on her inner thigh, “I need you to use your words Mika.”
Mika looks down at Sam, and glares, “I need to cum around your cock Aomaris, I need you inside me now.” She said breathily, her chest heaving as she stared him down.
He hums in acknowledgement, “Was that so hard?” He teased.
Sam releases her hands and pulls back into the warmth of the water. He pulls her to his lap and Mika can feel his cock pressing against her. She’s so tired of Sam’s cockiness she reaches down to run her hand over his length. Her touch just as light as when she caressed his horns, but this time she can feel the thick veins and throb of his cock.
Sam tries to hold back a groan as his eyes, now completely gold, look over Mika. Mika feels his enthrallment come over her, literally amplifying every sensation. If she was needy before, she absolutely was about to lose her mind now.
She narrows her eyes and leans closer to him, “not fair.”
Sam moves one of his hands to her jaw bringing her closer, murmuring against her lips, “What? That I can provide you even more pleasure?”
He captures her lips in a heated open mouth kiss. His tongue immediately took over and coaxed hers to him. It’s messy and needy but Mika doesn’t care, moving her arms to wrap around Sam’s neck, pulling at his hair roughly. She can taste herself on his tongue and she moans into his mouth.
Sam’s hand that’s on her waist pulls her closer as he starts rutting his hips up, pressing his hot cock against her slick entrance. Fire erupts in her veins as her head spins from the stimulation. She feels the coil in her core once more and Sam’s fat head of his cock keeps hitting her clit.
“Aomaris~ ” she pulls back enough to sob his name out.
Sam gives a loud moan of his own before he readjusts their hips and thrusts to slide himself into her warm pussy. He works slowly, creeping inch by inch, letting her adjust to his size. Mika gives another cry as she feels her walls clench and flutter around his girthy cock, bringing her to another orgasm.
Sam moves his hands to her hips, to hold her as he thrusts into her, slow and hard. Taking his time and making sure she feels every vein that's throbbing on his cock.
“Say it again,” he growls out in a rough voice, his chest heaving as he slams his hips up into her. His cock head hitting her deep. “Say my name again.”
Mika’s head is swimming, from cuming back to back as Sam continues to rock his length into her. Slow and deep, making Mika’s body tremble.
“ Aomaris .” she whines pathetically, her arms wrapped around his neck tightly to keep herself upright.
“Fuck,” Sam slams himself into her making Mika almost scream in pleasure, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to eat you, feel you, be in you.”
Sam pulls himself out, leaving Mika clenching around nothing, making her whine out for him. Sam exits the bath, scooping Mika up in his arms, “Need to see you when I fuck you.” he murmurs in her ear.
Mika’s body is basically a puddle as she feels Sam carry her into the bedroom. He gently lays her down on the colorful carpet in front of the blazing fireplace. Mika’s wet hair cascades around her as Sam looks down at her, eyes gold and filled with want.
“So beautiful,” He whispers, he leans down to capture her lips again in another kiss, coaxing her mouth open for him. He grabs her legs and lifts them up, pressing them toward her chest.
Mika moves to hold his jaw, pulling him into her. Sam gently pressed his cock back into her entrance. Slowly rolling his hips to provide her the friction she desperately desired.
Sam pulls back to look down at her, watching Mika’s face contort into sharp whimpers. Sam moves one hand down between them, to rub at her clit. The other hand moves to hold her jaw making her look at him.
“Open your eyes, I wanna see you come undone for me.” he said in a gruff voice, frantically snapping his hips into her.
Mika’s heaving, her breath short as she peels her eyes open to meet Sam’s. His golden eyes glowed bright pushing the limits of the enthrallment. Mika’s body burned, she felt every part of her become sensitive to his touch, her hands moved to cling to Sam’s biceps.
“Cum in me, please,” she begs him, her voice just broken cries as tears stream down her face from the ecstasy.
He gives a low moan as he leans his head down to her neck, kissing and licking her pulse point.
“Fuck Mika,” he moans in a low guttural voice. “You feel so good, taking me so deep, can feel you tighten up. Fuck. ” he hisses out, giving another deep thrust that has Mika seeing stars. “Need me to fill you up? Pump your pussy with my cum?” he growls out, rubbing circles on her sensitive clit.
“A omaris~ please, please, please ,” Mika’s mind is only focused on pleasure as she claws at his arms.
“Please what? What do you need?” he grunts into her ear.
Mika is sobbing, holding onto him her nails leaving marks down his arms. “Aomaris, please! Cum in me!” she whimpers trying to chase her own pleaser.
Mika can’t move, her legs pressed up to her chest as she feels the crash of pleasure work its way down her core. Sam pressed into her clit, “C’mon, one more you can give one more.”
Mika feels herself unravel, the crash of her orgasm has her crying out his name in broken sobs, causing Sam to thrust once more deeply into her. Her walls clamp down around him, almost pulling his orgasm out of him. His warm cum floods into her as he bites down on her neck and lets out one last guttural moan of pleasure.
Sam’s hands have moved to be placed on her thighs holding her in place, she feels the last of his release and she’s trembling underneath him trying to catch her breath.
Sam gives a few soft kisses to where he bit down on Mika’s neck before pulling back to look at her. His eyes green once more as he tries to steady his breathing.
He looks down at where they’re still connected, seeing the mess they’ve made on the rug. His cum trying to escape her. He swallows hard and Mika can feel his dick twitch inside her.
“Need to rest,” she said, gasping for air as she playfully smacked his arm.
Sam nods, going to pull out, before Mika shakes her head frantically. “No no no no, stay, please. Feel so full.” She begs.
Sam’s dick twitches again at her voice. “You’re killing me here.” he murmured, bracing his arms next to her head.
Mika wraps her arms loosely around his neck and reaches up to give him a soft kiss. “Just give me,” she takes a shaky breath, “Give me like thirty minutes.”
Sam gives a low chuckle, “Okay, okay, you win.” he reassures her.
Mika smiles as she looks up at Sam, her eyes glazed over in bliss, “I always do.” she added.
Chapter Summary: Just when Mika thinks she's finally got a wrap on things...she gets kidnapped.
Word Count: 2.3k
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Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping and curses!
This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI
Can also be found on AO3 X
You're On Your Own, Kid
You always have been.
You're On Your Own, Kid-Taylor Swift
Wildly enough, a whole month has passed without any interference from the succubus. Mika is relieved, but also the voice in the back of her head keeps screaming at her that this is far from over. Why would she give up so easily?
Mika’s packing up the last of her belongings as she leaves her last seminar of the day. She didn’t even really know what they had discussed in the lecture. Her minds been too preoccupied with demons, succubi, and angels to bother with her classes. She’s been doing the coursework, but most of her free time has been eaten up by trying to practice her magic and spell work.
She was improving. She had successfully made barrier shields for protection and it took Sam more than one punch to break. She was also building her stamina. She found out trying to do back-to-back spell work made her exhausted. Mika started joining Sam on his morning runs. Well, more like slowing him down on his runs.
“Sam? Can I start running with you in the morning?” Mika had asked one night as she laid on him trying to study her textbook.
Sam looked down and quirked a brow, “You can. But you need to build up to running. More like a brisk walk or jog first. I do three miles when I’m alone.”
Mika sits up and turns to look at him with wide eyes. “ Three miles? Every morning?!”
Sam rolls his eyes and smiles, “I have demon speed, remember doofus?” He leans closer to Mika’s face. “On a good day I’ve done ten.”
She shoves his chest lightly, “That’s absolutely unfair.”
He just shrugs and steals a kiss from her. “Well, I’m built different.”
She groans but smiles into his kiss. “Okay, well, I’m built like a human.”
To say that she’s slowed down Sam is an understatement, more like paralyzed him. She’s only been able to briskly walk a mile and jog for half of that. Sam’s done a great job of being able to circle back to the house before he finishes his own workout. It frustrates her that she has to build up her stamina, but it is paying off. She can perform her spell work without feeling like she had to sleep twelve hours to recover.
She’s walking toward her car ready to go home. She tosses her school bags in the back seat and looks at her phone shooting a text to Matthew to remind him that he promised to help her out with one of her spells later. It was supposed to help her manipulate objects and she knew he’d be the most helpful with that.
She pockets her phone in her purse and before she can even bother to get in the car, the brightest light blinds her completely. She feels sharp claws digging into her arms and legs. Pulling her body and sharp voices cut through muttering around her.
She screams as her body pulls in the opposite direction of where they are pulling her. She lands roughly on a hard stone ground rolling to a stop, her body in pain. Mika’s body is sore, and her arms shake as she tries to sit up. She groans as she looks up to see the succubus standing before her surrounded by various types of other demons. Mika is disoriented as her eyes can’t find a place to land before she finds herself glaring daggers at the succubus.
“What the hell is going on?!” Mika shouts, the tall man with raven black hair glares at her raised voice. He positions himself closer to the succubus. His grip on his spear tightened defensively.
“You’re kidnapping me now!” Mika accuses; her voice is thick with venom.
The succubus looks just as surprised, her red eyes wide in surprise as she frowns looking down at Mika.
“Hold your tongue when addressing my lady human!” the raven-haired man shouts at her, the succubus raising her hand to stop him.
The succubus whips her head to the demon standing to her left, a man who is as pale as the moon with large pitch-black eyes that stare unamused as she addresses him. “I told you to interfere with what the Demon Lord was targeting!” She hisses out to him, her fists clenched as she bares her teeth at the demon.
The almost fully cloaked demon stares at her unbothered and raises a brow at the succubus who’s snarling at him. He moves almost like he slinks and points to Mika. “I did as I was asked. This... human ,” he says the term human like it rots his mouth, “is what he was after.” He looks over Mika quizzically.
There is a much larger demon that comes from around the corner, holding a smaller, comical looking, demon who’s kicking against the large muscular one. He stands much taller than the others in the room, his height and bulk overwhelming. His terracotta skin made him stand out amongst the others. His chest is covered in battle scars, almost completely covering him, one of his horns is broken and the anger is his eyes as he glares at the smaller demon is one that’s been building for years.
“What is this imp ?” He demanded in a low guttural voice that demanded only authority. He wasn’t talking to Mika, but it was enough to send a cold chill down her spine.
The succubus turns her attention to the imp as well, taking a few calculated steps closer, “Yes, I would like to know as well. Do you think us a joke . ” she snarls out.
The imp squeals much like a pig, “My Lord said to grab human witch! Put a spell on her!”
The succubus turns to look at Mika, who is still on the ground. Her face held for a brief moment what looked like sympathy, but it passed in the blink of an eye.
“What has happened to me?!” Mika cries trying to find out what is going on.
The succubus walks briskly over to her and leans down to pull Mika up. “Nothing. I am sending you back.” She gently walks Mika over, looking over her to make sure she’s not injured. In this brief moment Mika notices that the succubus looks exhausted. The normally beautiful woman has bags under her eyes and its noticeable how tense her posture is.
“You should tell those dimwitted brothers that their father knows about you...He will bring the war to them.” she said darkly.
Mika nods slowly.
The demon who is cloaked in the shadow speaks up, “That already took so much energy. Are you sure you want to try to send this mortal back?” he asked in mild annoyance.
The woman standing next to him finally speaks up, her voice soft and quiet. Her blonde rabbit ears twitch as she speaks, “How will you power your spell work? It takes much more energy to cross to the human realm than here.”
The succubus sighs and turns toward them, “She doesn’t belong here. It would be too much trouble having to manage her anyway. I’ll rest after.”
The larger demon, who is still holding the imp, scoffs. “What a waste of time.”
The small, fairy like demon flies over towards him, “It would be much more of a waste of resources to feed and protect her. She’s a frail thing.” they say in a honeyed voice.
He makes a snarled face, baring his teeth at the fairy demon, “That isn’t funny.”
“Do you need my help to summon the portal?” The cloaked man asked the succubus.
“Yes, you can use my energy to power the spell.” She remarks stepping forward.
Mika stands in confusion as the black-eyed demon waves his hand over the succubus, her dark shadow aligns against the wall. Her shadow shifts and bends changing to summon a portal. It looks like a battle of wills between the succubus and the other demon, the two begin to talk in a language that Mika cannot understand. The back and forth ends with the succubus hissing out in pain, curling in on herself tightly and the shadow turns before them, using swirls of purple magic slowly build into a portal.
Mika can see her car on the other side, just as it was before she left.
“Go. Now before I’m too tired.” she growls out at Mika, the fatigue rolling off her body.
Mika hesitates before she feels a firm hand on her shoulder push her forward. She turns to the see the man holding the spear give her a curt nod of encouragement. Mika swallows the lump in her throat and takes a tentative step forward before propelling herself.
As Mika walks towards the open portal her relief quickly vanished. She is thrown forcefully back a shock wave rolls through her body as she lands on the succubus. Both women roll across the floor, writhing in pain, the demon screeching as if Mika has burned her.
The portal shifts drastically a deep red as a voice roars through the room, “THE HUMAN SHALL STAY IN THE PLAINS, TRAPPED TIL SHE JUST REMAINS. ONE SHALL DIE, HUMAN OR DEMON. NONE SHALL LEAVE WITHOUT PAIN, FOR THE LIFE YOU MUST GAIN.”
The portal vanishes in a flash as the succubus lays there with Mika on top of her. The two women groan in pain as they try to push themselves up and off each other.
“What was that?!” Mika whispers, looking over at the succubus fearfully. Panic creeps in at the edges of her voice. Her throats dry and tight as she feels herself trembling.
The demon glares at Mika as she hisses, “You are trapped here. Until you or the Demon Lord dies...he’s cursed you.” she replied in a huff, frustration written on her face. She stays there, gasping for air.
Before Mika can respond, the raven-haired man before comes running towards the two, discarding his spear on the ground.
“Ezaeur!” He shouts moving to cradle her close to him.
“I’m fine- eugh !” she cries out in frustration as she collapses against the man holding her. Her nails dig into his arms as she trembles against him.
“You need to rest my lady.” He whispers to her gently.
Her eyes shoot up at him, in a half glare before she scoffs with a nod. He walks away holding her tightly to his chest.
“Wait! What- what am I going to do?” Mika shouts after them.
“Stay here... it’s your safest bet as a human in the Plains.” Ezaeur responds in a hoarse voice.
Mika stands there baffled, the other demons behind her, as she watches the succubus go off.
She was alone.
Again.
She held back her tears; she couldn’t cry in front of these strangers. She refused to. Her body quakes with tremors as she feels her knees buckle. She slides down onto the floor and covers her face, trying to take deep breaths.
“We will send you home. She just needs to rest.” the sweet voice of the fairy demon tells her.
“She needs a different spell; the Demon Lords know about the shadow spell now.” The tiny voice from the rabbit demon spoke.
The voices started to merge together as they discussed what to do. It fades to the background for Mika as she finds herself more lost than ever.
How was she getting home? She could barely hold a decent barrier, much less make her own portal home. All her notes were in her bedroom too. There was no reason for any of these demons to take care of her. There wasn’t even a reason for the succubus to pity her.
She had nowhere else to go and she was surrounded by demons who could care less if she lived or died.
“Hey,” the quiet voice of the rabbit cut through, placing a gentle hand over Mika’s head making her look up at the woman.
“Let’s get you in a room to rest for the evening, alright?” she prods softly.
Mika looks around the room at the other demons before nodding in agreement. She takes the demon's outreached hand, and the rabbit helps her stand before slowly starting to walk toward an open archway.
Mika keeps her head down as she follows the rabbit demon down the halls. She walks after her slowly not processing the conversation the demon is trying to have.
The woman brings her into a room that honestly, was much more luxurious than Mika had imagined being stuck in.
There was a fireplace that was already lit, the crackling fire warmed her chill bones. She didn’t even know how cold she had been until now. The bed was a large soft one. Filled with furs, blankets, and pillows.
The room was decorated with wooden furniture that had clearly all been hand carved as Mika ran her hands over the banister of the bed.
It was a gorgeous room that reminded her vaguely of 16th century England. There was something otherworldly about it that couldn’t easily place a time period to the room. If anything, ironically, it reminded her more of Lord of the Rings , or something of that nature.
“Rest here for the night, and the succubus can reconvene with you tomorrow.” the rabbit said before leaving, closing the door behind her.
Mika watched the door for a brief moment, before settling the anxiety inside her. She slide her shoes off and stripped down to just her underwear before settling underneath the many layers of the bed.
Once comfortable, she almost melts into the furniture. At least one thing was nice, this bed was heaven, and she needed one small win at the moment.
All of her emotions come rushing forward and she muffles her tears in the pillow. Mika fell asleep clutching the pillow to her chest, her tears staining her face as she wondered what she could do to get back home.
Chapter Summary: Diana comes around, Mika and Damien have a long talk, and Sam and Mika talk about what she saw.
Word Count: 1.9k
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Chapter Warnings: Just a lot of angst.
This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI
Can also be found on AO3 X
Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire
Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons
One single thread of gold tied me to you
invisible strings - Taylor Swift
If Mika wasn’t so exhausted by the past six or so months, she’d call what was happening a cruel joke. That wasn’t her reality anymore though and she had about enough of waiting in the wings.
Mika’s in between her classes and she spots the succubus in the distance. It didn’t take magic to tell the beautiful woman standing out amongst the rest of the students and professors didn’t belong there.
Or the fact her ruby eyes were narrowed as she glowered at Mika. Mika briskly walks towards the woman, full of purpose. She doesn’t give the succubus a moment as she grabs her wrist and drags the woman into the closest building and finds an empty classroom. Mika closes the door and turns towards the demon.
“Why are you here ?” Mika asked, her tone exhausted and not filled with anger so much as annoyance.
She crosses her arms and looks at the succubus. The demon in turns raises a perfect brow at how well-mannered Mika is being.
“I’ve already told you why.” She said with a frown, “I just need one of them to marry me and then I can destroy their father before that mad man destroys all of the Abyssal Plains!” her voice rises with desperate anger, her energy pulsating around her.
Mika sighs, “Why marriage?! Can’t they just go and help you fight? Why does one of them have to give up their freedom?” She tries to reason with the woman.
The succubus bristles, “It isn’t as easy as that. If I want in, I must have the political power and safety that a marriage will provide. Fake or not.” she growls out lowly, “Their father will forgive them if I waltz in with one of them on my arm! It is their duty!”
Mika steps forward, “They deserve their freedom just as much as you.” she says heated with a glare of her own.
The succubus’ eyes flash with rage, a golden rim circling her red iris. “Do not tell me how my own domain works human!” her voice echoes loudly in the small classroom. She steps toward Mika, her glamour fading as her magic pools beneath her feet. Her tail swishing in anger like a feral cat cornering its prey. “I am a direct descendant of Lilith and I will marry one of them and I will take down that tyrant if it is the last living thing I do!” she shouts at Mika, baring her teeth.
Mika stands unfazed, glaring at the woman before her, “I don’t understand why you can’t just ask for help?!”
The succubus stands tall, her brow furrowed in anger as she looks at Mika coldly, “A human like you could never understand. So run along back to your life.” Her voice has so warmth as her hand reaches out to run through Mika’s hair, “I will take them with me, and you will forget they were ever a part of your life.” her low voice threatens as she releases Mika. Taking a step back into a portal she’s summoned on the floor.
“They won’t leave without a fight; I am trying to tell you it would be easier to have them working with you! Not against.” Mika tries to plead with the succubus to think even remotely rationally.
The woman stares down Mika, her scorching red eyes are the last thing she sees before the demon disappears.
Mika stares at the empty space where the demon just was and growls in frustration. She slams her bag down on the ground and screams in frustration. She covers her face and leans against the door sliding down to the floor.
“What do I do?” she whispers pressing her face into her knees.
Mika’s in her grandfather’s study looking through the notes James translated for her. She’s trying to practice, at least what she can understand. There are lists of barrier spells, how to prevent unwanted energies in your home, and supply list of materials. That was just a small section. That didn’t even count the many counter spells to use for fighting.
She’s flipping through the pages frantically, unsure of what she’s really trying to find besides something that she feels isn’t too complicated. She was so amped up and determined from her interaction earlier with the succubus demon, that she felt she didn’t have time to ignore these notes.
She doesn’t even bother to stop the swirling storm of thoughts roaring in her head.
When Damien comes to the doorway and knocks it scares her so bad she jumps.
“Damien! Don’t sneak up on me please...” she chastises as she bends down to pick up the pages she dropped.
Damien crosses his arms and raises a brow, “You’re basically screaming in your head. I came to check on you because if not your thoughts are going to give me a migraine.” He responds with a frown.
She at least has the sense to look apologetic. “Sorry... I kind of, forgot.”
Damien steps into the room and rolls his eyes, “Well, it’s clearly brothering you.” he states with a deadpan face.
Mika sets the notes down on the desk and bites her lip, “I just... I don’t understand why she can’t just ask for help! Why does it have to be so complicated?!”
Her voice rises with her frustration. She pulls on her own hair as she looks at Damien unsure of where to go from here.
Damien sighs and looks at the floor as he responds, “It’s the world we grew up in. Demons aren’t accustomed to having to ask for help. It’s always a battle for territory. To her, marrying one of us is winning a territory battle. It’s all she knows. And she knows war… trust me.” he murmurs the last part under his breath.
Mika looks up at him, “Would you help her?” Her voice is quiet, afraid almost to ask. “If she asked, I mean.”
Damien flinches at her words, and Mika feels guilty. She knows what it would be like having to face an abuser again. The last time she saw her father was at the announcement party. That ended badly, but she also doesn’t regret it. She could do anything as long as she had the support of her family.
She’s just one person, and human at that, she can’t contribute to their decisions, but she will have their back regardless.
“I... I don’t know.” Damien answers looking up at her cautiously. “I feel like-” Damien cuts himself off trying to find his words. “I think it is our duty to end him, if the demons of the plains ask for our help. It’s selfish of us to escape and not offer that to the Abyssal Plains as well.” He responds quietly.
Mika moves to hug Damien. All the visions he showed her flash in her memory, and she holds onto him tightly.
“There’s no right answer Damien. You don’t have to go back to a place that never offered you kindness. We’ll figure it out.”
Mika doesn’t see the succubus on campus after that. The run-in was enough to make her hypervigilant as she walked to her classes.
She’s in her room working on her assignment for her class when a loud knock on the door interrupts her thoughts. The noise makes her jump before she’s up and opens her door in confusion.
Her furrowed face relaxes a bit upon seeing it’s just Sam at the door. She moves to let him in, but his own face tells her he has something on his mind. He’s pacing aggressively in front of her bed.
She slowly closes her door and tilts her head in confusion. She almost says something before Sam looks up at her with a look so intense she would think it was a glare if the sadness in his eyes didn’t give him away.
“Do you want us to leave?” he asked with an edge to his voice.
Mika balks for a moment in shock, “ What ?”
She moves in quick strides to get to him.
Sam takes a step back, his fists clenched as he looks at the ground. Mika halts in her steps looking at him bewildered by his statement.
“If it’s because of what I’ve done- what you saw-” he said in a low gravelly voice.
“If you think I’m a monster because of everything I’ve done. I did it to protect my family.”
His voice is raw as he glares holes into the floor, like he’s ashamed of himself.
“Sam.” she whispers his name. Mika walks toward him purposefully and gently cups his face in her hands. “I don’t-” Mika moves his face to make him look at her. “You are not a monster. Not to me.” she said with a fierce look of determination.
“Fuck-” Sam’s jaw is clenched, and Mika can see the frustration building from the tension in his muscles.
“Where did this come from?” She demands.
“Damien- he asked us about helping that damned woman and told us you had talked about it with him.” He admits looking up at her with a desperate need for an explanation.
“I don’t want you to leave.” she replies quickly. Mika gently caresses his cheek trying to coax him to relax.
He looks at her in disbelief, his brow still furrowed. She sighs.
“Damien and I were talking about what you guys should do. He came to talk to me after she came to my campus-”
“She did what?!” Sam exclaims in anger. Mika holds her hand up to his mouth to stop him.
“The point was I couldn’t give him an answer. It’s not my place.” she said quietly.
She looks at Sam with such an intense softness as she tries to smooth out his brow to get him to relax. “I want you to do what you think is right for you .” she whispers looking into his eyes.
“If that means you have to leave-” she turns her head and takes a shaky breath, trying to keep herself composed. “I’ll support whatever you and your brothers decide. That’s all the conversation was.”
Sam silently stares at Mika, his hands coming up to hold her wrists to move them from his face. The act almost breaks her heart, as she prepares for the worst.
“Are you stupid?”
Mika freezes in shock as she meets Sam’s gaze. He holds her hands tightly in his and brings them to his chest. He presses his forehead against hers and his gaze is nothing but determined.
“I want to be with you. I’m done worrying about my father. No demon, devil, or angel is going to stop me.” he tells her with a firm voice.
Mika feels her knees buckle at his admission and she can feel the tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She blinks to hopefully stop herself from crying. Sam wraps his arms around her waist and buries his face into her neck.
Mika’s hands come up to rake her fingers through Sam’s hair to try and sooth him. She can feel him instantly relax under her touch.
“She’s not taking me and if the angels try to touch you, I’ll burn the Heavens myself.” he murmurs into her neck.
Mika gives a soft laugh, “That’s a little extreme, don’t you think?” she asked, pulling back to look at his face.
He shoots her a tiny glare and she bites her lip trying to not laugh at him. “You don’t know what the alternatives are.”
Mika presses a soft kiss to Sam’s temple. “Thank you.” She whispered.
“For what?” he asked, humming contently.
She pressed her face into his chest, “For being here, with me.”
Sam snorts before he leans down to capture Mika’s lips in a heated kiss. All his pent-up energy released into his affection for her. She wraps her arms around his neck to pull herself impossibly closer.
Chapter Summary: Diana's causing so much anxiety its time the incubi came clean about their past.
Word Count: 3.3k
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Chapter Warnings: Demon Lord type shit. Lots of blood, murder, abuse, and briefly mentions of SA.
This fanfic will explore heavier emotions and will have eventual smut. Minors DNI
Can also be found on AO3 X
Mika’s at her desk deep in the process of picking out her classes for her next semester. She had finally landed on a program she felt confident about within her interests. She just had to pick a focus inside of masters of anthropology. She had spent weeks looking over the different programs, even with the threat of a succubus over her head, and she was determined.
Archaeology. She wanted, no she needed, to know more about the world. Mika has spent twenty-one years trapped under her father’s thumb. She was going to see the world. She would see everything she wanted and focus on her grandfather's notes he left. There had to be more than devils and incubi and she wanted to explore their world just as much.
She just had to get past this succubus business. Which hopefully, would go away.
Mika was being far too optimistic considering she caught Erik in a room demanding the woman leave him alone. Or the week before when the succubus had tried to trap Damien. She’d never seen the gentlest brother be so seriously angered.
Maybe the succubus woman would just wear herself out.
The closer Mika’s semester comes to starting, the more aggravated Sam has become. Not to mention that the succubus just appears in the house whenever she wants to. It has Sam literally attached to Mika’s hip, whether she likes it or not. He’s being overly protective.
Mika finally hits submit and she grins, knowing she’s ready for a new chapter of her life. She stretches before leaving her room. She bounds down the stairs, looking for a small treat for herself in the kitchen. She doesn’t make it far once she’s in the foyer before Sam’s at her heels.
She grins and grips his arm, “I did it! I’m all registered.” she almost squeals in excitement.
He looks at her softly before ruffling her hair, “Was wondering what you were doing locked up in there.”
“Finishing my schedule.” She said triumphantly. “My classes start in two weeks.”
Sam’s face falters, “That succubus is still out there...” he frowns.
Mika turns to face him fully, “She cannot stop me from living my life Sam. Besides,” she presses a soft kiss to his cheek. “I can call you if I need you.”
Sam rolls his eyes playfully but doesn’t argue. “If she does anything-” he begins.
Mika cuts him off, “You’ll be there.”
She starts to walk toward the kitchen again, “Now if you excuse me, I deserve a treat for all my hard work.”
Sam just crosses his arms and shakes his head.
Damien passes his brother on the way out the door, “You’re absolutely worse now you are together.” He mumbles in mild disgust, but the tone in his voice gives away his tease.
“Shut up.” Sam responds with a smirk.
At dinner that night, the tension was so thick Mika couldn’t even pretend to ignore it. She walks in, with a pep to her step and a bit later than normal. As soon as she enters all conversation stops. None of the men can meet her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, refusing to sit while they all look like they’ve seen a ghost.
Their silence chips away at her fortitude. Her anxiety rippling through her. Had something happened in the short amount of time from finishing her registration to dinner. She hadn’t seen any of them besides Sam earlier so this silence was jarring. Frightening even as Sam refused to look up.
Damien finally gives as her thoughts consume his own.
“She came back today. This time much more... threatening.” He tells her.
Mika prickles, “What does that mean?”
Damien looks away biting his lip.
Sam growls and his fierce eyes meet hers. “She threatened you.”
Mika grows more confused, “She’s done that before-” she replies in confusion.
“No, not in the same way.” Jame interrupted. “She threatened to bring in the angels. I- we aren’t equipped to fight a baptism.”
“Excuse me? What, what’s a baptism?” she asked quietly.
“Humans that aren’t granted knowledge of the other realms,” James pauses to look up at her, “they get their memories wiped. Almost a soulless body is left behind.”
Mika stands there frozen. She feels her heart clutch tightly in fear before she takes a deep breath.
“What is happening that is so awful she clearly wants you to go with her? Because she is clearly determined.” She asked them.
“War. Our father has started a war apparently.” Damien responds.
Matthew rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “He’s always starting wars, concurring other kingdoms... enslaving. Nothing different than when we left.” he said in defiance.
Erik lays a reassuring hand on Matthew’s shoulder as he looks at Mika, “This is all true. He’s always been a tyrant. We couldn’t stop him, so we left.”
Mika’s brows furrowed. “I don’t think I understand.”
“Maybe it would be easier to show you.” Damien says so quietly it almost dies on his tongue.
Sam hears it clearly and his head snaps toward his younger brother. “Damien don’t.” he growls lowly.
“Show me?” she asked, ignoring Sam’s stiff posture. His jaw clenched tightly in response as he gave his brother a warning glare.
“It means he can literally show you what we went through.” Erik tells her in a bitter voice.
Sam slams his hands on the dining table and glares down, “It’s disgusting and vile and she doesn’t need to see it!” Sam says through gritted teeth.
“Sam, she needs to know what’s going on. Even if it’s painful. It’s not fair to keep her in the dark.” Erik adds.
Sam continues to glare at the table before he scoffs to himself. “Fine.” He bites out.
Damien stands and moves toward Mika. He gently shuffles her over to a chair.
“I’m going to show you our past, you are only a visitor. You won’t be seen or heard. It’s just the memories I can share with you. Nothing will harm you, but the second you don’t trust me, it’ll end.” Damien tells Mika calmly.
“Does this use energy?” She asks.
He shrugs, “It will leave you feeling drained unfortunately.”
She nods in understanding. “I’m ready.”
Damien gently places his hands to cup her face, his thumb smoothing over her brow bone. His eyes flash gold and then he’s gone. The world around her dives into a deep darkness.
She stands in the abyss, looking around her frantically trying to find where to go. In the distance she spots a light, as she walks towards it feeling light as a feather.
The closer Mika gets the more she sees what appears to be a throne room. It looks ancient and like it came out of a fairytale. The biggest difference is the overwhelming emptiness and darkness that almost looms around the corners. The chill that runs down her spine reassures her that this isn’t a castle filled with love, but neither was hers.
This coldness is one that bites through down to her bones. She feels the despair that seeps through the pores of the stone, the decades of grief and suffering feel overbearing.
Before Mika can think too much the door slams open, the booming voice echoes in the hall and has her frozen in fear that nearly cripples her. The loud footsteps belong to a large burly demon marching toward her. His face stoic and cold, a permeant glare on his face, his yellow eyes piercing as if they can see her standing there. If it wasn’t for him walking right through her body, she’d almost forget he wasn’t real. That this was all a memory.
She gasps, trying to catch her breath, as she turns to follow him to his throne. He stands so tall, his horns large as they swirl up. His presence is enough to frighten her without words ever escaping him. His dark clock does little to hide his body, muscles that she would compare to that of a body builder. He could easily crush any opponent in front of him if his glaring gaze didn’t do the trick.
A new demon comes running, carrying scrolls as his pig hooves scurry past her.
“My Lord! My Lord I’m here!” the pig demon shrills.
The Demon Lord glares at him and Mika has to look away. She turns to look around the throne room and sees what she can only assume is a young Damien hiding behind the furthest pillar. If she wasn’t looking for anything else, she’d miss him.
He can’t be more than eight or so, he’s so tiny and frail. His body trembles behind the pillar. This is the first time Mika has seen any of their demon forms and she’s surprised to see that his body is covered in dark black markings. He clearly resembles the succubus, but the colors and horns are different. His small tail is wrapped tightly around him, like it’s supposed to protect him. She moves to walk toward him but freezes as the Demon Lord’s voice roars, shaking the room.
“Send in Raestrao!”
“Yes sire, right away!” the pig demon squeals as his little hooves fumble to run to find this person.
Mika turns back to spot another demon near Damien, his hand rests on Damien’s shoulder. He gives him a look, as if he’s communicating with him.
Mika’s eyes widened as she realized that was exactly what was happening. The new young demon was clearly a younger James. He looks deep into Damien’s eyes before he comes around the corner.
“I could hear you father. What is it you need?” James said as he steps forward, almost gliding regally to the Demon Lord.
“You’re finally of age Raestrao to begin learning what it means to be the next Demon Lord. We’re beginning your lessons today.” the Demon Lord’s voice is firm.
“Yes father.”
“Your first lesson is how to punish the disobedient.” The Demon Lord’s sharp eyes shoot to the pillar Damien’s hiding behind. “Isn’t that right Izroul.”
James’ body freezes and he doesn’t move as Mika watches Damien slowly come out from behind the pillar.
“What are you doing out of your cell?” he demands.
Damien doesn’t respond, just looking down at the floor, eyes wide in fear. His body trembles.
“Answer me boy!” he shouts angrily arm raised to hit Damien.
James shifts and moves to protect his brother. “It’s my fault father!” James’ voice barely shakes, but he holds his ground.
The Demon Lord glared down at him, “How thoughtless of you Raestrao. You know he’s supposed to stay in that cell for his crimes.”
“But father-” James is sent flying across the hall.
Mika covers her mouth in abject horror.
“To think I thought you were ready.” He snaps and the pig demon comes scampering in. “Take Izroul back to his cell.”
“As for you Raestrao, if you want to play hero so badly why don’t you spend some time fighting the real monsters.” He grips James arm dragging him in an opposite direction. His face is enough to tell Mika this punishment is far worse than he deserves.
Suddenly it goes black once again, and Mika’s left in the dark abyss to navigate on her own.
There’s another faint glow in a different direction. Mika chases it, following Damien’s memories.
If the first memory had awful energy, this one was no better. Mika is standing in an awfully small space. There is no light besides the faint torch that flickers on the opposite wall. Mika can almost feel the moisture in the air and how damp the floor feels. The tiny space is overwhelming and almost claustrophobic. She turns to look and finds an older Damien sitting on the ground. He looks so frail as he looks out toward the room across the hall.
A creaking noise is heard from a distance and footsteps come closer. The demon turning the corner looks like Erik and Damien sits up in excitement. A small spark came back to his eyes.
“Uzaeris.” Damien whispers with happiness.
Erik sends his brother a soft smile as he grips the bars of the cell. “Izroul! My dear brother.” He reaches his hand out to hold onto Damien’s.
Damien frowns slightly. “Your mother’s sent you here for the harem again, hasn’t she?”
Erik scoffs and looks down solemnly, “You don’t need to read my thoughts to know that brother.”
Erik shakes his head, “Doesn’t matter, I brought a gift.” he pushes a bag into Damien’s hands.
“Hide it under your pillow. It connects to one exactly like it in my chambers. It’ll be easier to sneak you food so you won’t be as malnourished.” Erik reassures him.
Before he can thank his brother the sound of heels clicking comes nearer.
“Uzaeris! Uzaeris are you down there?!”
Erik freezes and scoffs. “Yes mother!”
He stands and waits for his mother to arrive, Damien shoving his gift under the bed roll in his cell.
When Erik’s mother appears, she looks next to him to spot Damien, and she sneers at him. “Don’t waste your time with this bastard. I sent you down here to do a job.”
“Yes mother.” Erik replies quietly.
“Now get in there and do it. If you can’t be the next Demon Lord, you might as well be the best incubi!” She shouts at him.
“He hates it. The way the women touch him and grope at him...” Damien speaks up in a small voice.
Erik’s mother shoots a glare toward him, “Get out of his head you lying little rat!” she shrieks at him.
Erik’s mother uses her powers, no matter how weak they might be, and summons a purple tendril to wrap tightly around Damien’s throat.
“You’ve been nothing but a thorn in my son's side. I bet the Demon Lord wouldn’t bat an eye at your death.” She laughs cruelly.
Erik’s eyes are wide as he tries to stop his mother. His brain going a mile per minute.
“Mother don’t!” Erik exclaimed; his mother's glare turns toward her son.
Erik thinks quickly, “You know how father is. He’d hate for anyone else to kill what’s his.” He quickly grabs his mother's hands squeezing them. “I’d absolutely die if anything were to happen to you!”
She relents and releases Damien, falling for her son’s ruse. “Oh, how you always look after me Uzaeris.” She praises, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.
“Now listen to your mother.” She says darkly.
Erik stiffens and looks at Damien, another silent conversation happening before he walks off into the door across the way. Women’s voices filtering out in shrill coos.
It goes black again before she sees the next light, this one being much closer. Mika swallows hard before walking towards it. She isn’t enjoying what she’s witnessing, and she knows Damien’s filtering it. She’s only seeing the tip of the iceberg.
It’s the cell again, but this Damien has more meat on his body. He’s staring past her with wide eyes, and Mika turns to see what’s on the other side of the cell.
Sam stands before Damien, holding the door open and covered in blood. The blood is dripping off of his body. It’s clear there’s a mix of others and his. The wounds she can see beyond his markings show that. He’s heavily breathing and his large form is shaking. Mika knows why, he’s low on energy. Which from his state, she isn’t surprised.
“Aomaris?” Damien’s voice shakes.
He nods his head, “Well, are you coming or what Izroul?” Sam’s face is stoic, but Mika knows how to read his face. He’s done something, traded a part of himself for his brother.
“What, what did you do Aomaris?” he asks, stepping closer to the open door.
“Don’t worry about it.” He scoffs, “But you don’t have to be trapped down here anymore, or ever again.”
Sam holds his hand out for Damien to grab. Damien doesn’t hesitate to grab onto Sam and be led out.
Damien doesn’t remark on the lash marks that clearly are pouring out blood. Nor does he ever ask Sam what he sacrificed for his freedom.
The room goes black once more. Mika isn’t sure how much more she can handle, but she wonders toward the next light that’s the furthest away.
It’s the throne room again.
She sees all of them together, much more like how they look now. All of them are surrounding Matthew, whose hands are gripping a demon's neck under him. No one bothers to stop him. His face is wild as he’s snarling at the demon below.
“Zecaeru, killing this demon is more trouble than it’s worth.” Erik tells him with a sigh.
Matthew’s eyes shoot up, “You didn’t hear the vile dribble coming from his lowly mouth about my mother!”
“And father will be close to gutting you if you kill this demon in his throne room floor.” James adds with a frown.
“What is going on in here?!”
Mika doesn’t have to turn to know whose loud voice reverberates the room. It still makes her flinch and jump.
The others' part like a sea as their father walks up to Matthew. Matthew who is holding the dead demon's neck in his hands. His father glares down at him.
“You dare kill one of my servants in my throne room Zecaeru?” he growls out.
Matthew doesn’t say anything at first, just releases the dead demon’s neck and stands tall meeting his father's gaze.
“He insulted my mother.” Matthew defends.
The Demon Lord gives a loud chortle of a mocking laugh, “Your mother insults herself for having such a small weak boy.”
Before Matthew can rebuttal the Demon Lord grabs his neck, lifting him off the ground.
Damien lurches forward but Sam stops him. Shaking his head no. They stand by and Matthew struggles against his father.
“You’re not even worth fodder to the monsters.” The Demon Lord snickers before tossing Matthew aside. The force propels Matthew into one of the pillars and his body cracks the stone. He lays unmoving.
He turns to the rest of his sons and a deep growl resonates from him, “Disappointing. Clean this up.”
It fades to black, and Mika feels herself return to her body, opening her eyes to see Damien staring at her with wide eyes.
Mika feels the wetness of tear trails on her face. She looks at all of them sorrowfully. Her eyes are bloodshot, and she can’t begin to find the words she wants to express.
“I- I’m so sorry... I can’t begin to imagine-” She starts but pauses. She doesn’t know what she can say. It’s all in their past.
Sam bristles in discomfort and stands abruptly before stomping off. His emotions bared on his face.
“Sam-” she tries to call after him.
James holds his hand up to stop her, “He’ll come around... He's just, well,” he looks down at the table trying to find his thoughts.
“Shame. He feels shame.” Matthew pipes up. Looking at her with his own ghosts haunting behind his eyes.
Mika sees Matthew choking the one demon to death and she has to close her eyes for a moment.
Mika takes a deep and shaky breath before finding her conviction.
“You shouldn’t feel ashamed. You were victims of abuse.” She said in a steady voice looking at incubi brothers left in the room.
They all had a burden they were carrying, secrets she may never know, and that was more than okay. She’d support them through it all, like that had supported her. This was her family, and they needed her just as much as she needed them.
“You didn’t have a choice in your lives.”
Erik scoffs in disgust, “We did, it just would have killed us.”
“That’s why she’s after us, the succubus... because our father will do worse than just murdering her people.” Damien adds quietly.
“Which is why we left.” Matthew adds with a clipped tone.
Mika sits there quietly, letting them think. It’s not her life to interject unwarranted opinions. Even if there is a small part of her that understands the succubus woman's desperation now.
