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The Last Man Standing [[AU!Zecaeru]]

Pairing: One Sided AU!Matthew x Female!Reader, Implied AU!Sam X Female!Reader ((Slightly implied that reader is on the bigger/heavier side but that can be ignored.))

Warnings: Angst. Thats it

A/N: I have yet to write for the blue baby and how sad is it that it must be angst smh. Also I’m aware ive already done something like this, however it was supposed to be where it was implied that the reader and James were a thing but since sam is my bias it was easier to do him at the time. My best bitch knows what this stems from bc we talk about this au often. Rip. Anyways this is short n garbage so aye, maybe ill write more and better on my day off.

“Oᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ, ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴡʜʏ I’ᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ?”

He’s not quite sure how he ended up here. Watching her from afar, wishing he was the one littering her skin with kisses and making her smile like that. He longed to be the reason why she smiled that one special smile. He wanted to thread his fingers with her and have her placed in his lap, despite how she’d protest about squishing him.

He wanted it all.

He hated it. He had no right to harbor these feelings- to think these things. It was clear she adored his brother. It was clear she fit with him, a man that looked like he could protect her. Matthew didn’t doubt his abilities, but he knew how he’d be perceived. He knew what people might think. He hated that he even cared. Apparently some old habits do die hard, if at all.

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synopsis: The boys have never gone to school together, and now that they’re finally in high school, the mothers have agreed to let the boys attend the same high school, giving into their plea’s. Now instead of being homeschooled, the boys will start at public high school and do it together :).

“ Here are your schedules. First period starts in 45 minutes so you can walk around the school. Here’s a pass so the security guards don’t stop you, they’ll know your new here once they see it. Have a good first day and stop by my office at the end of the day!” Ms. Miller stated, the guidance counselor. By the end of it, the boys were already out of her office and standing in the hall.

“ Okay let me see your schedules.” James said, as the boys all handed they’re papers to James.

“ Do we have any classes together?” Matthew asked hopefully. James studied the papers, looking through them all.

“ Erik and I don’t have any classes together.” James said, handing Erik his schedule back. Erik showed a look of sadness as he looked over his schedule.

“ Sam you have physical education and lunch with Matthew.” James said, before Matthew let out a squeak as Sam hit his shoulder.

“ That’ll be fun.” Sam said, taking his schedule back from James.

“ Damien you don’t have any classes with any of us.” James said, before the group grew silent.

“ You’ll be fine. I’m sure the people will be decent.” Matthew said hopefully trying to cheer Damien up.

“ It’s fine I guess. I’ll get through it. I’m considered a Freshman right? That seems to be why.” Damien said, looking over his schedule.

“ Yes. Erik and I are seniors, ‘upperclassmen’ to Damien’s grade level. Sam is a junior and Matthew is a Sophmore.” James explained as he began to look over his own schedule.

“ Well, are we gonna take a look around?” Sam asked as he stared at the school’s trophy case.

“ Seems like you already started.” Erik said, walking past Sam as the group continued to walk down the hall, about to explore the school.

“ Oh shut it pretty boy.” Sam said, following the group.

“ How many floors are there to this school?” Damien asked James, as they walked up the stairs.

“ Six floors, three different buildings. There are two fields, one football field and another soccer field.” James said, as they reached the top floor.

“ What are we up here for?” Matthew asked, as they pushed through the heavy door to see a hallway full of lockers.

“ We’re going to find our lockers.” James said. “ Ms. Miller said our’s should be together, since our mother’s requested so. We can start from up here.” James said, as he looked down to his sheet. His locker number was A452.

“ What floor are we on?” Asked Damien, looking at his schedule.

“ We’re on the fifth floor.” James said, walking along the lockers.

“ Maybe if we just hit them all-“ Sam began, before someone cleared they’re throat. The boys all turned to a small woman, standing near the lockers, holding the door to her classroom open with her foot.

“ Do you boys need help?” She asked, her voice calm. She looked older, in her 60’s maybe. She smiled warmly though, as she walked over to the boys.

“ Uh yes we do miss. We’re trying to find our lockers.” James said, before the small woman nodded and took his paper. She let out a laugh as she looked over his paper.

“ Here’s a little tip. The letter is the building you’re in. The first number next to that letter, is the floor your on.” She said, smiling to them. James felt his eyes widen as he let out a nervous chuckle.

“ That explains so much. Thank you for your help.” Erik said. The small woman nodded smiling at them.

“ My name is Mrs. Wilson if you boys ever need anything. My room is right there so don’t hesitate to ask for anything.” She said smiling, before turning on her heel to leave.

“ So what I got from that” Started Sam, “ Was we’re on the wrong floor.” He said, crossing his arms. James let out a sigh before nodding.

“ Yes Sam, we are on the wrong floor.” James confirmed, before they all began to walk back to the staircase they had came from, getting ready to go look for they’re lockers.

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“ How the fuck do I open this?” Sam asked, as James was helping Damien open his locker.

“ Sam I told you-“ James began before Sam let out an aggravated huff.

“ I know I know.” He said, before trying it again.

“ Matthew what’s your locker number?” Erik asked, as he finished setting up his locker.

“ A453.” Matthew said, pointing to the locker next to James’s locker.

“Sam let me see your combination.” James said. Sam handed the paper yo James, before looking back at the locker.

“ What?” Sam asked.

“ Sam this isn’t your locker.” James said, before pointing to the locker next to the one Sam had been trying. “ This is your locker.”

Matthew snickered as Damien gave Sam a pat on the back. This was definitely going to be something.

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Matthew Anderson x Reader *Respecting Boundaries Comfort*

Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Assault (coercion), sexual assault from a past significant other (unspecified gender), mentions of PTSD, cursing, and of sexual themes. Not beta read.

Summary: You and Matthew have been dating for awhile. However, you're finding a hard time telling him about your past experience with being sexually assaulted. When Matthew starts noticing that you're starting to distance yourself from him before things start to heat up, he asks if you're okay and comfortable with him. When you tell him the truth, he comforts you and tells you that he will always love you regardless if you want to have sex or not.

Word Count: 1,988

A/N: Reader isn't exactly Mika, and I spaced out the time from the first game between Malix and Diana it took a little over a month, because having the events happening within a week is wild to me. Also I kinda changed the way they need sexual energy to make it easier for the plot.

This is also kind of asexual coded if you squint. It's never explicitly said in the story, however, I am asexual, so I kinda wrote it in a way of what I'd like to hear? So it could be taken both ways. This is based off of a very real experience so be a bit gentle if for some reason you wanna judge this story.

It had already been about six months since you confessed your love for Matthew, and he confessed his love for you in turn. Between the month and a half of chaos with Malix and Diana, you were lucky to get to know the brothers while they were training. While the boys were still trying to adjust to the human world, they stayed with you, which helped you adjust to living in a mansion and finish up your schooling. They really had become like your own found family, and you gave them a sense of that too. Over time as you opened up to them, they opened up to you, about what their lives were like in the Abyssal Plains, how different things were, and what they hoped out of their new lives here in the human world. Matthew of course, opened up to you the most, the two of you knowing each other like the back of your hand. But there were still some things about your life that you found hard to open up to him about. When it came to the topic of past relationships, if there were any, you tried to keep things vague, only really saying that things ended badly. Matthew respected that, and never tried to pry any further if you weren't comfortable talking about it. For the first month or so into your relationship, you could almost forget about the fact that Matthew was an Incubus, other than creating little toys and trinkets for you from time to time. When the two of you kissed, it kept him satiated long enough until the two of you would kiss again, so the idea of him needing to feed on energy started to slowly escape your mind. But as time started passing, it became more prevalent that things started to get a bit more heated each time. He would never pressure you into anything you didn't want to do, and if you told him to stop, he was quick to do just that. But it was undeniable at this point that he had been thinking about wanting to take things further with you. You had meant to tell him at some point about your past history, but every time you wanted to bring it up, your words would get caught in your throat, and your whole body reacted as if it was just wanted to dispose of the idea all together and change the subject to something else. The more time went on, the more you kept wanting to bring it up, but just continued to struggle. It started triggering some of the memories you just couldn't seem to forget, and it was starting to affect how you acted affectionately around him. After a particular make out session, his hand had started to travel down your thigh, and while you were sure it was meant to be innocent, you suddenly gasped and grabbed his hand to stop him. He stopped immediately and apologized, not meaning to make you uncomfortable or take things too far. Matthew had started noticing the small changed before, but at this point it was obvious, and he knew that it needed to be talked about. He didn't want to keep doing things that made you uncomfortable without exactly know what it was that was making you uncomfortable. The two of you had been cuddling and watching a movie together when an unexpected sex scene had come on. While it was typically depended on the movie, and how the sex scene was being played out, this time it made you a bit uncomfortable to sit though. Matthew had noticed how fidgety you had gotten in a second, grabbing the remote and fast forwarding through the scene wordlessly as you thanked him, before he kept the movie paused for a moment.

"Hey… Are we okay?" Matthew asked, finding himself fidgety as well. He had never been in love before, it was hardly ever talked about or seen as plausible for Incubi and Succubi to even be capable of love. However, you changed that for him, and he didn't want that to end.

"Yeah, we're okay." You said at first, and you could tell your anxiety started to pick up a bit. "I've just… been meaning to tell you something, but… don't really know how to say it…" You told him honestly, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself.

"Are you uncomfortable with how affectionate I am?" He asked, as it was the question that's been on his mind for some time now.

"No! That's… It's…" You didn't know how to exactly put it, in a way you were, but at the same time you weren't. You liked how affectionate he was, you were just scared about how things would go if you two took it a step further. You didn't know how you would react, and quite frankly, you weren't entirely sure if you were even ready.

You took a deep breath, sitting up straighter on the couch, as you attempted to look him in the eyes, but found it hard to. Instead you opted to look at your hands that were intertwined with his.

"Things have been really good lately, and… I can tell that things are starting to get more, heated between us…" "Do you remember when you asked me about any past relationships I was in?" You then asked, him, as he nodded.

"Yeah, you told me it ended pretty badly…" He trailed off, piecing together that this must be what has been bugging you lately.

"Well…" You found your voice caught in your throat.

You had talked about this with some friends and a therapist once. The first time you spoke about it, you hadn't even realized you were sexually assaulted. Not until someone mentioned that you were coerced. When they explained it to you, it made you feel both a bit relieved, and panicked at the same time. On one hand, you were glad that you weren't crazy for feeling awful about saying yes to something you didn't mean, for so long you thought that it was your fault, and then finally… Someone explained to you that it wasn't. Then, on the other hand, you almost didn't feel as if you had the right to say you were sexually assaulted, even though that's what it was. It was hard to even say the words at first, because that meant it became more real.

"They… They sexually assaulted me." You finally spat out, feeling a bit nauseous all of a sudden.

Your mind wanted to try and distract you from it, to zone out and think of something else, but you knew that you had to at least explain why you had become distant.

"I wasn't ready… I tried to stop things before things got farther, but… They told me that I was being a shitty partner if…" You couldn't even say the words, hoping it was enough of a cue to fill in the blanks, "Sometimes they would stop, but become frustrated with me and become passive aggressive with me, other times they would just keep going anyway… Sometimes I would laugh because I became so uncomfortable, that they thought that when I said no… I didn't mean it, because I was laughing…"

Matthew held onto your hand a little tighter, you couldn't tell what he was thinking, and you couldn't look him in the eye just yet to clue you in on it.

"I know you've stopped every time I've asked, and you've never seen upset about it at all, and… You really haven't made me uncomfortable… It's just that every time things between us get a bit heated, my mind brings up these thoughts about sex, and… I get scared… Scared that I'll freak out and have to stop you midway and disappoint you, or that my mind won't be able to get into it and I'll just hate it the entire time…" At this point, you felt like you were rambling, but it was the only way your body was going to let you get this information out to him.

"I don't want that for you, or for us… You've been… so healing to be with… And I know respecting my boundaries and my no should be just the bare minimum in a relationship, but to me… it's everything. You have been such a breath of relief in my life, and every day I realize more and more that it's so easy to love you… I know with you being an incubus, you could so easily use your powers on me, to manipulate me, but you don't, you've never used your powers on me without my consent… and for that, I trust and love you wholeheartedly. I just…" You finally manage to look up at Matthew.

His eyes are puffy, and he's clearly been crying alongside you. You can tell that some part of him is angry, but that he's trying to keep it together. It made you pause your ramblings for a second, your gaze turning into one of concern quickly, as you reach out to gently cup his cheek. His hand reaches up to place over yours, as he leaned more into your touch. Finally, whatever you thought you were going to say next, never came.

"I'm sorry." Was all that you could say, you didn't exactly know what you were apologizing for, for making him cry you supposed.

He shook his head, "You don't have to apologize."

"(Y/N), thank you for telling me… It kills me to know that you've been hurt in such a way, and it makes me so fucking angry. I never want to hurt you, and if I ever did-" Matthew let out a shaky breath, "No, no you haven't." You interrupted him, not wanting him to think that.

"You mean so much to me, you've changed my life. I can't thank you enough for everything that you do, and I'm so grateful for every day I get to be with you. You're right, I could use my powers, and it would be normal for Incubi to do just that…" "But I swear, I never want to imagine any time where I would do that to you. Demons in the Abyssal Plains will tell me that I'm not capable of love, just as Diana said months ago… But I will always love you, regardless. If you some day decide you want to have sex, I will love you then. And if you decide you never want to have sex, I will still love you." Matthew spoke from his heart, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand that was still cupping his cheek.

You leaned forward, pressing a slow and teary eyed kiss to his lips. He reciprocated immediately, wanting to pull you into a hug, but unsure if that's something you'd want. You decided to initiate, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in close, as he did the exact same to you. Just hearing those words from him made you feel better about yourself and your relationship. There have been people who disagreed with you, telling you you that it was your fault, or that sex was synonymous with love. Luckily, you found someone who agreed with you, and that was a lovely feeling. You held each other for a long moment, until the two of you were able to calm down. The two of you spoke about possible triggers, and if some adaptations needed to be made in the way you two showed affection for each other. After the most important things were discussed, the two of you decided to continue the movie that you had paused. Through it all, Matthew had continued to remind you of all the reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place, and only gave you more reasons to love him.

[devils-servent]

Can you write something where the reader let's the boys stay but doesn't date any of them officially, but her and Sam make out for energy but they both want more so one day they kiss without the energy drain and its like HOLY CRAP HE FEELS THE SAME for a split second but then the kiss becomes more? Sorry if that's too specific lol,

I'm so sorry anon I thought I had posted this months ago! Turns out I had not!! And I’ve been so busy and distracted I did not notice. But, Not at all too specific! Wasn't sure if you wanted smut or not so I added a line break thingy in case that isn’t your vibe. 

AFAB fem!reader x Sam and this is written in second person so sorry about that if it's rough because that's why this took too long (except the fact that I didn't notice this did get posted so that comment doesn't really matter anymore :P)  -_- but I struggle a bit with second sometimes. 

NSFW: minors preferably DNI but you choose what you interact with so be wise Tags: L-bombs, Slight overstimulation, Creampie, slight praise kink, Vaginal sex, make outs, Crossposted to A03, (lemme know if I’ve missed a key tag).

This work was inspired by Michaela Laws' Seduce me series. I own none of the characters here and you should definitely check out her stuff!! https://www.michaelaamandalaws.com/links

Mutual love Word count: 1.8k 

The sun was beaming down on you as you led in your deck chair on the balcony, peeking down at some of the brothers relaxing in the garden. You smiled as Matthew and Sam began having a water fight much to Erik's chagrin as he was attempting to sunbathe.

“Will you pair quit it?” 

Times like this you were really glad you allowed the boys to stay, no matter how daunting that decision actually was at the time. They were like a little family and you cared for them as if they were their brothers. Except Sam, you felt something more for him. It started small, with you casting lingering looks on his broad, strong frame. Then it grew to deciding to seek his company over his brothers, even when you had first met and he wasn’t too keen on you at all!. You had such a huge crush on him even if you struggled to admit that to yourself. It sucked though. you were almost certain he didn’t feel the same way, why would he? He was an Incubus! he could have literally anyone he wanted and it was unlikely that was you. 

You knew how he felt, how he tasted on your lips, he had made out with you in the past but it was always because he was starving. Like when you first met, and he robbed your first kiss, igniting a desire in you, one you had long thought you lacked. Or before he fought Malix after he had a shower and you were delivering dinner. But it was always a kiss and nothing more. 

You Sighed and got up, meandering down the stairs to the kitchen. Glancing out of the window and saw James and Damien had joined the other three brothers and they sat at the bottom of the garden talking. That is cute. You plodded over to the toaster in the corner and popped a bagel in and sighed gently, slightly slumped over the counter.

You knew you should probably tell him at some point, lest lose the chance at all. But it was easier said than done. If you just waited for the right moment, the perfect opportunity then maybe just maybe…

“Heya Doofus, Whatcha doing?” 

Sam strode in, shutting the patio doors behind him, plopping himself beside you. He was shirtless, only in his shorts, skin slightly tacky where he had been goofing around. You gave a coy smile at him, gesturing vaguely to the toaster. 

“Cooking, obviously” 

You jumped a little as the bagel popped out, laughing at yourself. Sam had no response, he just looked at you. There was a strange look in his eye, one you were hesitant to identify. Your breath shallows, stepping back a little intimidated. Sam stepped forward, filling the space you had created and you bump into the counter behind you. He brought his arm above you resting it on the cabinet and effectively pinning you in place. 

“Umm, Sam I-”

He cupped your chin and brought your lips up to his, gently grazing them with his own. Your heart was pounding, you could feel it in your ear drums. He probably needed energy, hence the strange demeanour. 

“Is this okay? Do you mind if I kiss you?” 

You nodded gently, anticipating the energy drain. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, one distinctly lacking something. 

“Wait, where's the energy drain? I thought you needed energy?”

Sam sighed and pulled back, standing awkwardly in front of you. 

“I mean I could take your energy if you want me too but I’m- I…”  He sighed deeply, taking your hand in his and smoothing his fingers over your knuckles. “I love you (Y/N). and I’ve known for a while and it's okay if you don’t. We can keep the dynamic we had. But- I love you. And, I'd like something more, we can take it slow go at your pace but I-” 

You cut him off, your hand snaking to the back of his head and pulling him down to your level and kissing him. “I Love you too, I knew I did- i just never thought you would feel the same.” you smiled tearfully. 

The corner of his mouth twitched into a grin. You were pulled into a kiss. It was sloppy and eager. You raked your hands through his hair and pulled him closer. Pulling away and gasping, cheeks flushed and lips glistening. His hands wandered down your hips, cupping your butt and picking you up. 

“Come on, let's go upstairs and talk” 

He had teleported you upstairs and plopped you down on the bed. His lips found yours again as his hands wandered your body. Fingers dipping into the waistband of your pyjamas and finding your underwear. Running the pad of his fingers down over the seams caused you to let out a whimper. 

“Please, Sam! I-” 

Cutting you off with his lips, you could feel his smirk as he kissed your cheek. His kisses trailed down your neck and onto your chest where he cupped your breasts through your shirt. As he pulled off your shirt slowly, with small teasing touches, before smiling at the sight. He gave you a slow kiss on the lips before pulling away and pushing you down onto the bed. 

“We’re supposed to be talking,” he said, chuckling at your flushed expression. 

You relaxed, settling into the bed, turning to look at Sam beside you. “I can’t believe you love me too”

He smiled and brought you closer “Why wouldn’t I? You’re all I've wanted since we set foot in this house and that will never change” he wrapped his arms around your waist cuddling his face into your neck as he shifted to be the big spoon. You settled into his touch, happy and content that your feelings were reciprocated. 

You had stripped down into a shirt and your underwear and him just his pyjama pants and just cuddled for a while. You just basked in the others presence and mutual feeling for each other, idly discussing your crushes on each other and everything you want to do together. 

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Soon, his hands began to wander. His hands travelled down your waist, fingers creeping up your shirt and tracing the waistband of your underwear. You sucked in a breath at his touch and pushed your hips into his hands, tilting your head to meet his lips ghosting them over his. 

“Are you sure you want to…” he started, a blush creeping across his face as he took heavy breaths. 

You answered him with a kiss and you felt his smirk against your lips and he shifted to sit up and pulled you onto his lap. You subconsciously began to grind your hips into his feeling his rock hard cock through your panties. You let out a soft moan that was captured by his mouth, soon getting lost in the feeling of his mouth on yours and his cock teasing your pussy. 

Sam’s eyes began to glow a soft gold and warmth pumped through your body. You didn’t notice when he pulled your panties down, you just felt a finger circle clit as you rolled your hips. You buried your head into his neck. Crying out his name as he teased you. 

“Aww, Your so wet and so needy, do you want me to fuck you?” he breathed, voice deep with poorly restrained arousal. He moved his hands, one supported your waist and one wrapped around his own cock as he rubbed it along your entrance. “You're so soaked, you want this cock don’t you”. 

Crying out as he teased, you were barely able to marshall your tongue into responding a weak “yes, please Aomaris” Your use of his demon name set something off in him. He makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl as he slides into you with ease. Rolling his hips gently into you at first, cautiously watching for signs of discomfort. Your fingers found their way into his hair. Looking him in the eyes as you cried out for him to go faster. He did what he was told, hips moving at a speed you did not think was possible. His hand had moved back to circle your clit and you gasped at the sensation. Thrusting your hips into his hand desperately. 

Your eyes were screwed shut, panting as he drove you to your orgasm. As sweat began to bead and drip down your forehead, Sam looked at you lovingly. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that doofus? And you’re all mine.” he pulled his bottom lip in-between his teeth, biting as he attempted to control his thrusts.  

Arching your back, you attempted to get him in deeper–pushing your cunt flush against his hips. You open your eyes and reach towards him, placing your palm upon his chest. You admired his chiselled chest. You needed him. “Need it Harder…” You begged.

His eyes screwed shut barely maintaining his control. When Sam opened his eyes, the emerald green had been all but washed away, leaving nothing but dark pupils in their wake. He pulled out of you and flipped you, your face now buried into the pillows on your bed. You arched your back teasingly, spreading your legs weakly as your wetness dripping down your legs. 

Sam cupped your pussy with his hand, running his thumb over your flushed and dripping hole. He plunged his hips up and pushed into you with desperation “Is this what you needed?” The growl that left his throat, only pushed you closer to the edge. He continued to thrust into you his hands grasping at your ass and then tracing your spine. His consistent teasing touches made you melt into the bed beneath you. 

“Please don’t stop, Sam I’m gonna…” He pulled you up from the bed, spreading your legs and pressing his chest into your back and burying his head in your neck without his cock ever leaving you. He dropped his hand back at your clit, keeping his pace as he encouraged you to cum. 

“Do It, cum all over my thick cock baby. Its okay” He kept going murmuring praises and saucy comments as he fucked you. “Im gonna cum Baby, are you gonna cum with me? All over me?” and with that you did. You clenched around his cock as he brought you to your orgasm, you feverishly rode he cock desperate to feel his cum inside you. Soon you felt it, his hips stuttering and plunging even deeper into you as he let out a deep moan. He teased your clit again, the over sensitivity leading to you cuming again and you felt your energy being pulled out of you as you came.

His grip was tight around you as you shook. Eyes shutting again and legs quivering, you basked in the bliss for who knows how long. Soon you felt the call of sleep and you settled in his arms, his magic rolling over you and the bed. 

“I love you” you spoke out, voice hoarse and weak as he pulled you off his cock and tucked you into bed. He soon settled next to you, laying a delicate kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too (Y/n),”

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Journaled Confessions - James x Reader

A/N: My first fic on this blog! I can't wait to keep writing. For now, enjoy the first of many to come! I love this one with all my heart, and I hope you will too!

Pairing: James x Reader

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Cursing, mild violence (if you can call it that), self-doubting.

Enjoy!

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Do you ever get the feeling that you're destined to fail? That whatever you do, it's all gonna come back and bite you in the ass? That's how you felt trying to gather your courage to tell James how you felt. 

You'd think it'd be metaphorically easy, confessing to a literal sex demon that he's all you think about at night. (Sorry Damien) But it's not. He's thwarted your efforts, whether conscious or not, every time you've tried to pull yourself together and tell him how you felt. 

There were many times you could remember trying to bring up love in a conversation or trying to ask him a question only for something else to catch his attention and squander your confidence completely. Or he just changed the subject and you never got to attempt to tell him how you felt at all. 

Living with him plus his brothers wasn't any help either. 

"SAM! Give it back!" You shouted at the middle incubus brother who had snooped in your room and grabbed your journal. He was in one of his teasing moods, and unfortunately Matthew was out of the house. So you got the brunt of his attack. 

Sam smirked at you, dangling the journal high up where you couldn't grab it. "Oh yeah? Why don't you just come up and get it?" He taunted. You growled, a snarl pulling onto your face. 

"I swear to god Sam-!" You cursed, making another dive for your journal as Sam tried to dangle it closer to you. You failed to grab it as Sam pulled it away just in time for your hands to barely touch it. He let out a cackle of laughter, holding the journal up close to the ceiling, making you huff with annoyance. 

"What? You afraid I'll find out all of your little secrets, Y/N?" Sam teased further. You were beginning to lose your patience. You now understood how Matthew felt when being teased by Sam. You really wanted to hit him somewhere it hurts. But you knew better. 

Your one mission here, although you were losing, was to keep Sam out of your private thoughts. Although it wasn't a secret, you thought no one else knew of your crush on the eldest incubus brother. You couldn't help it, there was something about him that you just couldn't place. Something that made your heart jump wildly in your chest when the two of you would read together in the library on his days off or when he'd watch your favorite show with you when the other boys wouldn't. Something about your show being too difficult to follow, or whatever that meant. James watched it with you though whenever he could, discussing it in much deeper detail than anyone else could. 

But you couldn't tell him about your feelings. They were silly! And besides, the boys meant a lot to you. You weren't about to ruin your peaceful co-existence with them by adding the awkwardness of a failed confession. So that was why you had to keep Sam from reading your journal. Because if your secret was in anyone else's hands, you knew for sure it'd end up back to James somehow. And then where would we be?

"Sam, just please give it back!" You sighed in exasperation as you pleaded once again for Sam to return your belongings. 

"No way! You're acting too protective for me to give it back now. I wanna know what Miss Y/N Anderson writes in her little journal-" Sam teased again as he turned to give you a mischievous smirk, failing to realize how low the journal had gotten because of his distraction. You took your chance and reached out for the journal, finally getting a good grip on it. 

Sam immediately began to pull back on it, making your grip loosen slightly around the journal. "Come on, I'm just playing around!" He teases again. You grip harder, pulling twice as hard to try and pull your private life from his hands. Albeit, you knew this was a losing battle. Once it was in Sam's hands, you were never getting it back. 

"I don't want you looking at my journal Sam!" You shouted again, pulling as hard as you could, refusing to give up even when you knew you were losing. If you could keep James from knowing, even if just a little longer, it was worth the effort to keep your relationship as it was. 

"What is going on here?!"

Suddenly you felt Sam's grip on the journal completely fall away, sending you tumbling back and crashing into the wall. You let out a groan of pain, a harsh throbbing beginning from where your head hit the wall. Your journal fell from your hands and laid on the hardwood floors as if cast aside. 

James appeared in front of you in the next instant, his whiskey brown eyes filled with worry as he examined you for any injuries. You felt your heart tighten as you watched him, his skin seemingly glistening in the rays of the sun that leaked through the window a few inches to your left. His hair seemed perfectly fallen atop his head, despite being finger-brushed. His touch was gentle as he caressed your shoulders and touched your head to inspect for any damage.

"Thank god you're alright. I don't see anything concerning. Though I have to ask, what was so important to be shouting about?" James spoke beside you, knelt down to your level. His voice was exasperated and filled with mild irritation. You felt your heart sinking as you looked up at him through the corner of your eye, knowing he had no idea how you felt. He never would, and you knew that well. 

 Your lip quivered as tears threatened to spill from your eyes not from the pain from your fall, but from the fact that you knew you could never tell him how you felt. Usually you'd save these tears for late nights. But something about your feelings almost getting out had turned you into a faucet. 

You covered your eyes with one of your hands, desperate not to cry. When your attempt failed, and you felt tears spilling into your hand, you let out a soft gasp and without a second thought you stood up and made a dash for your room, closing the door behind you. 

You could hear both James and Sam yelling from behind your door, but you couldn't make yourself care. You locked the door and, for good measure, pulled one of the armchairs in the room to the base of the door to block it from being opened. Just in case they managed to get it unlocked somehow. Although that probably wouldn't help with Sam in the picture, but you weren't exactly thinking clearly. 

You breathed heavily, slowly letting yourself sob as you cowered at the foot of your bed. You pulled your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees as you just let yourself cry harder than you can ever remember. 

He was perfect. He was the perfect gentleman and you didn't deserve him. You just so happened to be the one he and his brothers had found after being injured by Malix. You were sure he'd treat any and all other girls the same. You weren't special. 

You could hear James's voice soften as he continued to call your name and beg to be let inside. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to force his voice from your mind. 

"Miss please, open the door. You… you left your journal out here." 

You felt your body go rigid as fear entered you and your heart dropped completely into your stomach. How could you be so stupid as to leave your journal outside when it was the only place you poured all of your feelings for the man currently trying to coerce you into opening the damn door? What if he knew? 

What were you thinking? He probably already knew! Now you'd never be able to face him again. You'd have to ignore him for the rest of your life. 

You groaned and grabbed a pillow from the chair beside your bed and shoved your face into it. Like you could really ignore him for the rest of your life. James wouldn't allow that. If anything, he'd sit you down and then gently tell you that he only sees you as a close friend. God, you could already feel your heart breaking. 

You could feel your cheeks brighten with a raging fire of embarrassment. Your cheeks burned as you will yourself to at least shout one last thing to try and remedy the issue. "None of it's real! I didn't mean any of it!" 

The room was quiet for a moment, no sound came from either party on either side of the door. You thought for sure he'd taken your words and stood up to walk away. You kind of hoped he had. But that wasn't the case. 

A gentle rustling sounded from behind the door, alerting you to the small space between the door and the floor as you saw your journal being pushed into your room. 

You stared at it for a moment, unsure of what this was. You were surprised when James spoke up again. 

"I didn't read any of it, Y/N. Please, will you let me in?" James replied in a voice that you knew was genuine. He was worried, and you could feel his words lifting your heart slightly out of hope that he didn't know about your hopeless feelings. 

You stared at the door for a moment, almost as if you could see the man who was no doubt knelt behind it to try and talk to you. You felt your throat go dry, unsure of anything to say. 

Before you could really discern what you were doing, you found yourself on your feet and taking hold of the chair that you had moved in front of the door. You stopped for a moment, trying to decide whether you should truly let him in. 

Your heart gave a gentle thump, giving you your answer. You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes for the briefest of moments. When you opened them again, you pulled the chair away from the door and unlocked the door with a single click from the doorknob. You stood in front of the door, waiting for James to turn the knob himself. However, a moment passed and he still didn't open the door. Of course, ever the gentleman. 

You took another deep breath in before you rested your hand on the knob and slowly turned it. Upon opening the door, you found James standing there with concern swirling in his eyes. His eyebrows upturned as he gazed at you, probably looking for some sort of answer for your behavior. You sniffled softly and took a step back, looking down at the journal you'd forgotten to pick up. 

James's gaze followed yours, reaching down to grab it before holding back out to you. "I believe this belongs to you?" He spoke quietly. Nodding, you take the journal and press it against your chest. The two of you don't move for another couple moments, unsure of what first move to make. 

Eventually, you moved first and walked over to your bed, taking a seat. James followed, taking a seat beside you silently. You felt your heart jump at his closeness, before quickly stomping out the rising embers of a crush you knew you couldn't keep stoking. 

You sheepishly looked up into his eyes, not finding annoyance or any form of irritation at your behavior. You swallowed hard, wishing he would just say something. Anything. 

How was this man real? Incubus or not, he was a complete gentleman and you didn't know how to handle it. Who could blame you for your little crush? It wasn't hard to not fall for him. What with his shining smile, his just messy enough to be sexy hair, his well-kept appearance, the muscles you had a hard time ignoring when he would sit or move. Don't get you started on his personality. He was absolutely perfect, treating you like the princess Erik had dubbed you. And yet, he never complained. He never had one measly complaint about serving or helping you. 

But he didn't, obviously giving you the space to speak when you felt like it and to allow you to have his presence to help calm you in the meantime.

And what were you? A simple human girl who managed to have a panic attack over a stupid journal. You weren't sophisticated or well mannered enough for him. You knew that. You just couldn't be his type. 

You felt the storm brewing in your chest grow stronger, making it hard not to continue crying now that you've stopped. You rubbed your eyes free from remaining tears, returning your hands to your journal. 

"I…" you began, knowing that one of you had to say something or you were both going to stay silent for the rest of the day. "I'm sorry. You shouldn’t have had to see me like that." You managed to say just above a whisper. Anything louder was impossible. 

James slowly moved closer to you, his eyes never losing their concern as they continued to gaze upon you. "Don't apologize for your feelings. They're a part of you." James spoke softly, not making any more attempts to get closer to you. 

You sigh and look down again. Even now, he couldn't stop being the gentleman you had fallen in love with. You felt completely cared for in that moment, making opening up seem not so bad. You stopped yourself, determined not to burden James with your stupid feelings. 

James swallowed for a moment, before he began to speak again as calmly as he could. "What I'm concerned about, is how you're feeling, Y/N. First, I rush upstairs after hearing you and Sam yelling, then you manage to hit your head and run off before I can even evaluate what the situation was." James was concerned about you, that was evident as his body subconsciously moved closer to yours as you tried to put some distance between you by scooting a bit away. 

"I'm just worried about you. What did Sam do that troubled you this much?" James continued, his gaze never leaving your form. You continued to stare downwards, trying to think of a way to avoid your feelings. He didn't need to know. It was better that he didn't. 

"It…" you began, sighing for a moment as you tried to recollect yourself. "It's nothing, James. Really. Sam was just playing around and took my journal after snooping in my room. It's not that big a deal." You explain, refusing to look him in the eyes. You hoped he would take the bait and drop the conversation, but that was wishful thinking. 

James frowned. "But it's hurting you, Y/N. You can't tell me it isn't a big deal if you're still bothered by it. Especially to this degree." James expressed, laying a hand on your shoulder. You wanted it so badly to have caressed your cheek instead. The thought almost had you in tears. 

"You don't get it… It isn't a big deal, cause it only affects me." You respond softly with a small white lie, sniffling as tears try to escape again. James's hand tightened a bit at your comment, taking a deep breath out of disbelief. 

"What? You can't be serious, Y/N. Of course it affects us. Your well-being and safety are my brothers and I's top priority. You mean a lot to us. A lot… to me. " James spoke earnestly, looking away as he finished his statement. What? What did he mean by that? 

You made yourself look at him, confused as to what he had meant. Before you could ask, he spoke again. "Just… just know we all care about you. Even Sam. Although he sometimes has a hard time showing it." James added, grumbling as he mentioned his middle brother. 

You took another breath, your mind completely occupied with trying to decipher what James had meant before. "I… James…" you began, unsure of how to inquire what he had meant. "W-what did you mean before, when you said that I meant a-a lot to you?" You manage to ask. James's eyes widened at your question, swallowing nervously. 

"I-I… it's uh…" he began, seeming to swap his demeanor with you. "You are special to everyone, t-that is…uh…" James added, his cheeks growing slightly pink with embarrassment. 

You couldn't believe your ears or your eyes. Was… was James blushing? Avoiding your question as though there was more that he was keeping from you?

You scoot closer to him, a newfound confidence blooming inside you. Could he just so happen to feel the same? And you were just blind to it all this time? 

"I know I'm special to you boys. But you said I was specifically special to you…" you reiterated, hoping that you weren't making the issue worse. 

James blushed harder at your closeness, but he didn't move. He just swallowed and averted his eyes. "Y-yes…I…" he started, sighing in defeat. "There is no way I'm getting out of this, is there?" He asked no one in particular. You shook your head, a new playful mood taking hold of you. James looked up into your eyes, a smile pulling onto his lips. "Well at least you've cheered up." He says softly. You smile gently, staying silent out of respect for the eldest incubi. 

James's whiskey colored eyes filled with doubt and a small twinge of… fear? You couldn't help but feel dumbfounded at that. Fear? Of what? 

"Y/N…" he began, his eyes finding yours and staring intently into them. "You mean a lot to me. Our time together is my favorite thing in this world and the next. The thought of spending time with you, whether it be reading some new novel you've found or watching that show when the new episodes come out, it makes my day that much better just by thinking of you." 

You felt your heart squeeze with a new hope. He… he really enjoyed your time together that much? You looked down at his hand that remained in his lap, finding it clenched tightly in a nervous fist. 

James looked away, taking his hand and running it through his hair nervously. "I believe what I'm trying to say is… I… I like you a lot, Y/N. More than I probably should." James spoke, finally looking into your eyes as he spoke. In almost a split second, everything slipped into place. You stared at James, dumbfounded. Was he seriously confessing to you right now?! 

James sighed almost in defeat, finding it in himself to look back into your eyes. "I don't expect you to fully reciprocate, Y/N. Please, don't feel that you have to. You just… you deserve to know that people care about you. More than you believe that they should." James expressed with a look of determination that quickly overtook his doubt. 

You stared back at him, dumbfounded and in shock once again. This man was seriously surprising you again. He felt the same way? Seriously? Your silly little crush wasn't just a crush? You scrambled through your mind to try and communicate that you truly did reciprocate, coming up with blanks for a few seconds. 

Then, it hit you. The realization almost hits you like a truck. 

You pull your journal from your chest and quickly open it, surprising James with the sudden movement. He raises an eyebrow, confused as to what you're doing. 

"Miss--What are you–" he started, never actually finishing his statement as you had flipped to the page you were looking for. 

"Tuesday the 16th, I cannot keep living like this. Every moment I spend with him is another moment where I can't stop looking at him with the undeniable urge to kiss him. I can't hear him speak to me without wondering just what it would be like for him to call me something other than 'Miss'. I can't help but wonder what sweet nothings he would say to me and only me if only I were his. This is absolute torture. What did I ever do to deserve him?" You finish the page, flipping it quickly. James stares at you, unsure of how to even begin as you begin another page. 

"Thursday the 18th, he sat beside me today. It wasn't that big a deal, we were just watching some new show. But I couldn't stop thinking about what it would look like if he were the guy I was watching on the screen and I was the leading woman. His love interest. And then he goes and smiles at me with that damned sunshine-personified smile that melts my insides and turns me into moldable putty. If he asked me to do anything, all he'd have to do is flash me that smile and I'm a goner.How can he not know the power he holds?" You read, not even looking at James at this point, turning to the next page and reading the next entry. 

"Friday the 19th, I cannot keep doing this to myself. He just made breakfast. But he was such a gentleman while doing it. Don't get me started on how he looked in that apron, I can't get that image out of my head. He made my pancakes seperate from the rest, adding blueberries to mine while the others had plain ones. What did I do to deserve having this man in my life? I don't deserve him, I don't think I ever will." You finished the third entry, ready to go onto the next, but you saw James's hand lay itself onto your journal, stopping you from continuing. You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you looked up at him, seeing him staring intently at you with his loveable whiskey brown eyes. 

He didn't speak, his eyes seemingly searching for answers in yours. You look down at his hand and place yours on top of his. You gathered what confidence that remained in your chest and spoke up again. 

"Page after page of my gushing over how much I like you and how much I wish I could just kiss you and it have no consequences. Pages of my shameless rambling over a man I have wanted since I met him. That's what I didn't want Sam to see. I didn't want him reading this and then going running to you. Because then… if you didn't feel the same?" You paused, looking away as you began to lose confidence with James's lack of a reaction.

 "Then life wouldn't be the same. I wouldn't be able to look at you without knowing I screwed things up by having stupid feelings. I wouldn't be able to sit and read with you in silence knowing I ruined everything by having feelings for a demon when I'm just some measly human-" you continued to rant, growing frantic and slightly louder as you unloaded almost years of uncertainty upon the object of your affections. 

The thing that stopped you, however, was the sudden touch of his lips against yours. 

Completely blindsided, you widen your eyes at the sudden kiss. Soon, however, you melt into it, feeling James's lips soften and press slightly harder back against yours. You tilt your head just a bit, pressing your lips back against his own. You lean closer to him, raising one of your hands and placing it on the back of his head and pulling him closer to you. You don't feel the drain of your energy that you'd come to expect from an incubi kiss, but instead feel the spark of something in your core. Like a fire being relit after having been stomped out one too many times. 

James lifts his hand from where it had laid on your shoulder and laid it on your cheek, cupping your face in his palm. Your heart began to pump faster in your chest, feeling as though it might give out. His other hand found your waist, pulling you closer to him and practically into his lap. You didn't mind. You wanted this, you wanted to be as close to him as possible. 

Your lips danced with each other, his tongue brushing against your lips and asking for permission to deepen it. You don't think twice. You press yourself closer to him, pulling his face closer to yours. It was perfect, the kiss was everything you dreamed of. It was a shame it had to end. 

James finally pulled away after a few moments, panting as he had run out of breath. A string of saliva connected your mouths, reminding you of the previous moment's events He stared at you unblinking, his eyes slightly blown with a want. A need. 

After a moment of catching his breath, James's hand left your waist and pulled your hand from his neck and held it close. "You… are not just…'some measly human', Y/N. You are everything to me. I will not let you put yourself down like that." He insists, staring directly into your eyes with a newfound determination.

"...James…" you reply, feeling your heart pounding again in your chest somehow faster than it had during your kiss. 

"I wish I had known how you felt sooner. Then maybe we could have avoided you and Sam wrestling over a journal. Maybe then… this wouldn't have to feel so rushed." James added, his free hand leaving your cheek and rubbing his neck awkwardly. As he looks away from you, you lean in and press a gentler kiss to his cheek, catching his attention again.

"Nothing can change how I see you, Y/N. You are an amazing woman and I am honored that you let us stay here. That we are allowed occupancy in your home despite being what we are. You may not see it, but when I look at you I see the most beautiful woman in all five worlds. You talk of my smile? Yours could bring me to my knees if you commanded it." James rattled off in earnest, smiling brightly as he described just how much he cared for you. Maybe, maybe even loved you. 

"It's okay, James. I'm fine. I told you, the journal wasn't that big a deal. I was just worried you'd find out and then-" you began again, quickly getting cut off by James. 

"James… I…" you stop, smiling and gasping as you try to come up with a reply. He shook his head. 

"You don't have to keep convincing me, Y/N. I am yours, for as long as you want me. I will remain by your side till the end of time should you wish for it." James replied, his hand reaching up to your cheek again and cupping your face. "You, are the light of my life. I don't know what I'd do without you." James looked into your eyes lovingly, almost squandering the remaining doubt inside your chest. His next words completely silenced them. 

"I love you, Y/N." 

You felt a sob catch in your throat and you immediately swallowed it, tears flowing from your eyes soon after. James widened his eyes at the sudden appearance of your tears, looking into your eyes in hopes that he hadn't upset you. Before he could speak, you lean in again and kiss him tearfully. His hesitance melted away once more as he gently kissed you again, somehow pulling you even closer. 

"Oy, could you lovebirds knock it off? Somebody still needs to make lunch." Sam's voice echoed into the room, quickly ruining the moment. You didn't have to be Damien to feel the anger radiating off of James as he pulled away and turned to his brother with a hardened glare. 

"Then why don't you make it, Sam? You're perfectly capable of cooking yourself." James retorted, clearly annoyed that his moment with you was ruined. Sam gave his eldest brother a look of annoyance. 

"But isn't it supposed to be your job? I tried cooking and you got mad at me for making a mess!" Sam reminded, only making his situation worse. James huffed, almost growling. 

"Then be careful to NOT make a mess while you do it. I'm busy." James snapped, his hold on your hand remaining but tightening at the annoyance of his brother. Sam rolled his eyes and shrugged. 

"Fine. I'll just tell you that again later when you get mad that the kitchen's a wreck." Sam tossed back, soon after heading back down the stairs and clearly to the kitchen. James huffed again, turning his head back to you. 

"I swear it's like I live with ruffians." James growled. You giggled softly and kissed his cheek. James soon let go of his anger and instead looked at you with love. 

"I love you too, James." You spoke gently, catching him off guard for a moment. His whiskey irises danced with the wonder of your statement as he began to smile. 

He pressed his forehead against yours, his smile bright and happy. You smiled back, realizing that no words needed to be said. 

"JAMES! HELP! Sam tried to make spaghetti, and the sauce is literally everywhere!" Matthew's voice called back up the stairs, sounding urgent. You rolled your eyes, snickering. James grumbled and sat back, shaking his head. 

"I cannot even take five minutes for myself." James muttered under his breath. He stood up, his hands leaving you reluctantly. You stood after him, standing beside him. 

"It's alright. It's to be expected." You began, giggling as you thought of Sam somehow spraying the spaghetti sauce all over the kitchen. You place your hand in his and smile. "Nothing we can't fix." 

James looked at you and smiled again, squeezing your hand. "Alright. Now let's see just how much of a mess we're dealing with here." He sighed, pulling you alongside him as you both made your way downstairs into the fray.

[speedybooksandcreativeheaven]

I Hear a Symphony

Summary: James Anderson the new CEO of Anderson Toys is hosting a gala to honor Harold’s passing and to celebrate the new CEO of the company. Mika and the reader have been excited to attend as her date Andrew is her plus one. The reader has a crush on one of the elder incubi but hides it well, until fate, some magic, and a simple song can bring these feelings forward.

Word Count: 2K

You’re Invited,

To celebrate the life of Harold Anderson at the Anderson Toy Factory tomorrow night at 7 pm!

Please come and celebrate!

We hand off the invite to the man at the door as we follow him inside. Mika and I walked inside the Anderson Toy Factory to see the beautiful gold and white decorations carefully placed around. As our shoes clack with the marble floor, we notice the clean tables, buffet, and dance floor. As I look up from my shoes I see Mika squeal as she sees Andrew, her boyfriend dressed up in a fitted tux with his pocket sleeve matching the color of Mika’s dress looking very professional. As he notices us he gives Mika a quick kiss while he hugs me.

“You guys made it!” he smiles looking at our outfits, “Wow! You both look amazing!” he comments as Mika does a cute turn while I just thank him.

Mika wore a detailed red dress with matching sparkly heels. Her hair was braided down her back while she blushes at her boyfriend’s comment. I wore a white and silver dress with silver flats. I was never the one to wear high heels as I felt better touching the floor. Erik spent a lot of time making my dress, which made him very happy. However, James and Sam didn’t appreciate his brothers’ motives. Although some people, like our father, didn’t really like that I didn’t act like a lady at these events.

“You don’t look half bad yourself Andrew!” Mika flirts as his cheeks blush.

I glanced around the room to not see the boys yet as Andrew catches on, “So, Y/N looking for your boyfriends I assume?” he teases as I quickly slap him to shut him up with a worried glance in case they overheard.

“Mika, why did you tell him!?” I sigh, “Well I had to because tonight is your chance! I know that he likes you back too!” she smiles at my frown face.

“You don’t know that for sure.” I sigh as more people show up chatting within their circles.

We hear a microphone glitching as we glance to see the man himself, James Anderson making his way toward the mic with a sorrowful but proud face. They are all wearing professional suits that Erik made himself, with their signature demon colors in their pocket sleeves. I smirk as Mika never knew what happened back then when I was saved by them from Malix. She ended up dating Andrew when our mother introduced them at the house party six months ago. They have been together since then. The boys have been by her side ever since, she caught feelings for the eldest James, the flirt Erik, and the brute Sam. The brothers notice her in the large crowd of people as Matthew and Damien wave, Erik gave an air kiss, while Sam nudged him while giving his signature smirk, James’s face palms while he gives a respectful nod. I laugh at their reactions as they are all brothers after all. Behind him, I notice Sam, Matthew, Damien, and Erik standing proud while James started to speak with the room hanging onto every word. Damn their demon magic!

“Welcome everyone, today we celebrate the passing of Harold Anderson the CEO of Anderson Toys. Harold was a grandfather, father and friend to anyone and everyone. I and my brothers didn’t know Harold very well, but he treated us like we were his family, he gave me, and my brothers a hope, and purpose to explore our lives and to find out who we are.” James adjusts his glasses as he takes a deep breath, “Although his life was taken from him in a short time tonight I pledge in my name that I James Anderson will continue his vision along with my brothers!”

Later that evening…

Most of the guests left as it was just the boys, our parents, and Andrew. We see that the boys leave the stage to join us as the event winds down. I had my back turned so I couldn’t see Matthew sneaking up on me as Mika and Andrew started to laugh while they notice James and Erik’s stares while Sam is laughing with Damien at his attempt.

“What’s with all the laughing?” I question before I am lifted and spun around in Matthew's arms while I’m screaming with joy.

“Matthew! Put me down! Ha. Ha. Ha.” I laugh as I hug him while he places me back on my feet.

He laughs before wiping his hand over his head, “I’m sorry, but I wanted to surprise you.” His baby blue eyes look so innocent that I couldn’t stay mad at him.

I notice everyone surrounds us as we all hug, while Andrew gives handshakes to the boys while Mika and he are holding hands.

“Give me a twirl, princess! I did make her dress myself you know,” Erik brags as I blush in twirling embarrassment. “Along with my brother's suits!” he brags towards Mika and Andrew while Sam scoffs.

As I was giving my twirl, the three eldest incubi gave each other death glares as they all knew that they fell in love with her but since they were brothers they always wanted to outshine the other one. Before the brothers could start to argue the soft melody started as it was the last dance of the night, and many couples made their way, including my sister with Andrew.

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

Now in its place is somethin' new

I hear it when I look at you

“Y/N, do me the honor of having this dance?” James smirks as she accepts his hand in his stronghold. Walking hand in hand to the middle of the dance floor she could feel his gaze, it was full of passion and love. Something that I didn’t understand before.

I’m blushing so much that I couldn’t see the angry stares that the rest of the brothers were giving the eldest. James led me towards the dance floor with just fairy lights, providing a romantic feel between us. He led her with precise steps and movements, it was almost like they were a royal couple. She danced as if her innocence was peaking through the clouds, led by the incubi in question she floated on air with the dancing beginning to move quicker and quicker. She could feel James’s hand slip as he spin her right into Erik’s intense gaze causing her to be off balance as he caught her in a dramatic dip-like style.

With simple songs, I wanted more

Perfection is so quick to bore

You are my beautiful, by far

Our flaws are who we really are

“Looks like I caught you, Princess? You feel so much better in my arms, don’t you think?” he coos, as he lifts her back up to stare at his piercing purple eyes as they continue the dance. Erik’s sharp eyes never left her form as he added in steps and flips making me giggle to hang onto him. She read into the lyrics as they both had flaws with Erik’s mask up from his mother’s teachings. He slowly removed it as they lived together, showing me who Erik is.

She could tell that her breathing become ragged as the various couples and guests were just faded black outlines. He couldn’t notice as her face was a blank slate but inside she was trying to piece her feelings together as well as her loss of her grandfather. The room felt like it was spinning with all of my feelings and emotions arising during the dance. ‘They’re my friends, I shouldn’t have these strong feelings for him. I told myself not to fall for them but with their sexuality and charm it’s hard not to.

While she was distracted by her thoughts another set of arms caught her, she looked up to see those forest green eyes that she could get lost in.

“Oi! Doofus, you need to be more careful. You know that saving your butt could get annoying.” He smirks and winks making her laugh. His hands are so soft and gentle like he is afraid to hurt her.

His gaze along with James and Erik is so focused on me. It's like they want to impress me I think. I start to blush, while our dance movements flow with ease as it pierces through with the music. Living with the incubi made her realize that sometimes people need time to adjust. She is reminded when Sam and her first met, a simple kiss, a slap and then an apology. From him! Even his brothers were surprised at his concern over the girl.

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

You took my broken melody

And now, I hear a symphony

All of his brothers took time to open up due to being raised in the demon world, the eldest three enjoyed their time before they met the girl. Being able to experience the human world as a real family, as Matthew put it.

Sam gave her one last spin while affectionately kissing her hands before letting her stand in the middle of the dance floor with James standing in the middle, Erik on the left, and Sam on the right. They stand while glancing at each other quickly since they have all fallen for the same girl. Sam clenches his fists, while James and Erik maintain their composure being the two eldest.

Her worried eyes start to tear up as she is thinking, ‘How come I’m stuck with this mess inside? I wish you were here to tell me what to do, I’m so lost and alone. I don’t know who I am or what I should do!’ She could feel the demon energy feeding off of the incubi as she just stares at the stage at her grandfather’s name on the banner. ‘I wish you were here.’

She could see the music notes float around the floor, almost like stars. Each of them lighting up around the incubi. She noticed that their hands were showing their demon marks outstretched for her to grab and be pulled into their chests. She has a choice to make but she doesn’t know which is the right one as she gasps in frustration. She fell in love with them for different reasons and this dance has shown their feelings clearly. Everything started to consume her as she felt like tar stuck in place. She took one last glance at the scene before bolting, heavy breathing was mixed with tears that she couldn’t hear her name being called.

And now, I hear

A symphony

“Y/N, wait!” I hear someone call my name in a rashes tone.

Mika watched as her distressed sister ran, away from the comfort, from everything. She knew that James, Erik, and Sam fell for her, but she didn’t know that they would pour out their hearts on the dance floor.

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Succubus Pt 2 (M)

Pairing: Jiwoo x Reader (S) Prompt: Succubus/Incubus/Demon Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Smut, angst

~Admin V

Part 1

    It’d been two years since you summoned Jiwoo and you couldn’t remember how life was before her. Of course, your time together was deeply sexual, but it had become more than that.

            After only a few days of your arrangement, Jiwoo decided that she didn’t want you to work, where someone else used her body for a minimal amount of money. She took care of your financial obligations which allowed you to pursue interests you actually cared about, such as writing, art, dance, and cooking. This also allowed her to make you cum anytime she wanted, but you suspected it wasn’t the only reason she did this.

            Other than sex, your relationship with one another grew in other ways. You often asked her questions about herself, her hobbies, if she had a life outside of being a succubus. She also asked you questions about favorite foods and activities you enjoyed which is how she learned of your love for the seaside. This prompted her to further spoil you and buy you a little beach cottage to live in.

              At first, she was reluctant, but after some puppy-dog-eyes and other ways of persuasion, you were able to convince her to go out with you, as if it were a date. This led to other dates and outings together. She even agreed to meet your friends. There was excitement in seeing both her approval and opinions of them, as they showed the same for her. She was much more hesitant about you meeting her friends, being a demon and all. She finally gave in and allowed you to meet another succubus, Somin, but made it clear she wanted you to never meet J.seph or Matthew, who were true Hell demons.

            When you got sick, she took care of you. She prepared hot soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. She tucked you into a blanket cocoon. She insisted on eating you out because she claimed the rush of endorphins would help you feel better. Then she’d tell you stories until you fell asleep wrapped in her arms.

            She stayed with you even when you weren’t fucking each other. She’d watch you read books and paint. She also danced with you and encouraged you when you exercised. The two of you could sit in comfortable silence, not interacting at all, but existing together in the same space.

            It wasn’t just sex between you, or a contract of requirement. It was love. Jiwoo had never said it, and you yourself were a bit afraid to admit it, but in your heart, you knew it was.

            That’s why you decided to plan this special anniversary dinner for her. You had a surprise for her. You couldn’t be sure how she’d react, but knowing there was love, you expected a good outcome.

            The table on the balcony was all set up in fancy dishware and folded cloth napkins. You made her orange chicken and were sure there were absolutely no carrots in the rice and mixed veggies. In the house you had a myriad of lit tea candles. You even made your bed up in the soft pink sheets she’d gotten you for your birthday.

            You were pulling the crab Rangoon out of the oven when you heard the winds of her appearing behind you. Her arms snaked around your waste and her lips were at your left ear. “What’s all this, pet? Special occasion?”

            After setting the hot tray down on the counter, you turned to face her, unable to hide your smile. “A special occasion, yes.” You gave her a chaste kiss.

            Your smile grew as you watched her pretend to not know what today was. “Hmmm, I know it’s not your birthday, as we only recently celebrated that.”

            “You know what today is, queen.”

            She gasped with desire when you called her by the name. She pulled your hips flush against hers, her lips but centimeters from yours. “I’d never forget the day we met.” And with that you were kissing again. It was much more passionate as she sucked your lower lip into her mouth, licking then nibbling it. When you moaned she slid her tongue in against yours. Your head spun, never getting used to her sweet cinnamon taste.

            You pushed her back, breathless for air. “Don’t you want to eat dinner first?”

            She gave you a knowing look. “We both know life is uncertain so we should always have desert first.” Jiwoo softly chucked at your little pout.

            “But all the food will get cold.”

            Grinning against your lips, she spoke into you. “I don’t care.” And with that her tongue was back in your mouth, sliding like satin with yours. The kiss deepened as you were being led into the bedroom. Jiwoo’s mouth moved to your neck causing you to cry out in pleasure as she began undressing you. Likewise, you sloppily pulled at her clothes until they were off her.

            Pulling back, her hands lingered on your hips before she turned to crawl on the bed. After propping up the pillows she wanted and making herself comfortable, she stared at you, making you shake with need. You whimpered, still stunned at her beauty.

            She smirked. “Come sit on my face, babygirl.”

             Carefully, you crawled on the bed and placed a knee on either side of her face. Your ass slightly rested on her collarbone, but you kept most of the weight on your knees. You leaned forward to grab hold of the headboard. “I’m ready, mistress.”

             Your moan was instant when her tongue poked at your clit. She lapped at it making your eyes roll back. Jiwoo held onto your thighs, keeping her pace while licking you. Jolts of pleasure streamed from your clitoris, moving down your legs to your toes and up your body, radiating in your chest with each press of her tongue against you. As you started panting, she squeezed your thighs and switched from licking to sucking. The white heat of the orgasm was building, making you grip the bed frame harder. Your body started shaking and you screamed out her name. She sucked harder until you climaxed. Your moan echoed in the room, if not the whole cottage.

You could feel the cum dripping down, and as she savored it, she pushed a finger inside you, moving it around in a circle feeling all your edges. Her focus of licking was in the areas around your clit. Another finger pushed into you, moving in the same circular motion of her licking. She kept the pace slow and even, causing shivers to rip through your body. Cries of pleasure mixed with her name as she brought you to the edge once again.

            After you came once more, Jiwoo tapped your thighs, signaling for you to lift up. You maintained your grip on the headboard as she slid out from under you. Too focused on regaining your breath and your heart making your chest vibrate, you didn’t see it, but you heard her materialize her silk pouch of toys. It took her only seconds to fit the strap-on in place then she knelt behind you. “Ready, pet?”

             Nodding vigorously, it would only be audible to her as you whispered, “Yes, please Jiwoo.”

             She placed the tip at your entrance then held onto your hips, pushing all the way in. Desire flooded from your lips. As usual, she pulled out slowly, leaving only the tip in then thrusted hard and fast back in. The angle made the head of the dildo hit your g-spot.

             “Tell me, babygirl.”

             “Fuck, it’s so good, Jiwoo. You’re so good.”

             Pulling almost all the way out ever so slowly then pumping back in hard made you cry out with each thrust. You continued to hold onto the headboard, leaning into it with each pump. She’d made you so wet from her previous ministrations, in glided in effortlessly, hitting your walls and pleasure-points so deliciously.

             “Yes, yes mistress,” you moaned as she rubbed against the g-spot.

             She moved one hand to your breast, tweaking the nipple, her other found its way to your clit to rub up and down as she pushed into you, and her teeth found the crook of your neck, nibbling and leaving small love bites. Thrusting, tweaking, rubbing, biting, she had you close again. You leaned your head back on Jiwoo’s shoulder. You turned to kiss her, only adding to the buildup of endorphins. Your hands left the bed frame, one resting on top of Jiwoo’s holding your breast, the other over her hand rubbing your bud. She pressed her body against yours, holding you against her as she pumped hard into you.

Before you knew it, you’d reached your third orgasm of the night, and you knew Jiwoo was anything but finished. As she slowly pulled out all the way this time, you whined at the sudden emptiness.

             She turned you, then pulled you into a messy kiss. Your hands grabbed at her shoulder blades as hers wove into your hair. The warmth of her breath, silky press of her tongue against yours made you lightheaded. Your breasts pushed against hers, causing you to groan when you felt her pert nipples. Her hand wandered to your front again. After a few swirls on your clit, she continued moving her fingers until she pushed two fingers in you. It was such a different feel from the dildo, but it was her, and she still made you quake and squeal with longing.

             Letting you catch your breath as an especially loud moan left you, she began leaving small kisses on your collarbone. “What do you want pet? Tell me how to make you feel good.” You moaned as her thumb rubbed against your clit while she continued fingering you.

             “I,” more pleasure sounded, “I wanna ride you.”

             A mischievous chuckle came from Jiwoo. You were close to exploding further, but she stopped right before you were at the precipice. Her smile grew when you whimpered. “I want you to be this close, this sensitive as you ride me, babygirl.”

             She again made herself comfortable as she lay on her back in the bed. You reached for her hands while she helped you to be in a straddling position. The strap-on was still covered in your earlier ejaculate, making you excited and shake in anticipation. Jiwoo squeezed your hands and you both stared into each other’s eyes as you slid down on her.

            Your mouth opened at the stretch. You’d never get enough of her.

             “You’re so sexy, pet.” Her lips parted after hearing a particularly loud cry from you. “You’re not even moving yet and you’re ready to burst.”

             It was true. You hadn’t moved since sinking down on the dildo, but you were ready to climax again.

             “Not yet, baby.” Her words made you whimper with need. She slid her hands to your waist, the sensation giving you goosebumps. “Ride me.”

             Biting your lip to give you some control, you began gyrating, rolling your hips in an even rhythm, holding your breasts since Jiwoo’s hands were holding you.

             The position also helped to stimulate your sensitive little bud. She squeezed your waist causing you to also squeeze your chest. Little tingles spread from from your nipples as your palms brushed against them. You kept your movement slow, enjoying the ride. The waves flowed from your clitoris spreading out through your body, making you squeeze your breasts harder. The strap-on slide in and out only slightly, but you tightened around it, feeling every curve inside you. “I’m so close, mistress. So close.” Another moan rippled from your lips.

             “Describe what you’re feeling, baby girl.”

             You rolled your hips into her, taking the toy to the hilt. “It’s so thick and filling me. Sensation growing from my clit being rubbed.” You couldn’t help but moan, as you were almost at your peak. You’d planned to tell Jiwoo more of how she was making you feel, but you were at a loss for words. Your head fell back, your hips moving back then gyrating into her again. You reached for her hands and pushed them down to your hips. “Please. Please.”

             She smirked as she pulled your hips. She moved so suddenly, so harsh that you screamed as your orgasm rocked through your body. When you calmed down, she helped you to climb off her. She kissed your nose and retreated to the bathroom. When she returned, the strap-on was off and she had a warm wash cloth to clean you up. She giggled each time your body jerked when she cleaned an overstimulated spot. After, she lay next to you, petting your hair off your forehead.

             Jiwoo chuckled looking at you. “Why are you pouting again, babygirl?”

             “I’m so sleepy. We didn’t even get to eat. I have a surprise for you, too.”

             “It will all be there when you wake up.”

             You yawned. “Could you at least put the food away?”

             She smiled wide then softly kissed your lips. “Yes, pet.”

             Your eyelids grew heavy, but you held her hand. “Jiwoo, I love you.” And you were out.

              As always after sex with Jiwoo, when you woke up you were a little disoriented. She was no longer in bed with you. Usually she put pajamas on you, but you were still naked. Knowing you needed to hydrate, you made your way to the kitchen. Another frown soon covered your face. All of the food you’d prepared was still out, now spoiled. Jiwoo said she’d put it away, but she hadn’t.

             Now you were a bit miffed. So much time and preparation went into making the night special, and it was all wasted. “What the hell.”

             “What the hell, indeed.”

             You startled, your eyes trying to find her in the shadows. There was some kind of tension, you could definitely sense it in the air, but you wanted an explanation for why she didn’t do as she promised. “You said you’d put everything away. Now we have to throw it out. I made all your favorites . . .”

             “This is over.”

             “Well yeah. I slept through our anniversary.”

             Her face was stern and she shook her head. “Do you remember what you said to me last night?”

             A blush crept to your cheeks. “I told you I love you.” You looked down, feeling even more bare both physically and emotionally. “I planned for it to be more of a surprise, I even prepared a . . .”

             “No.”

             You looked up. Jiwoo didn’t look happy or elated in anyway. You just confessed your feelings for her and she looked mad; angrier than you’d ever seen her.

             “Jiwoo, what’s wrong?”

             “You.”

             Your stomach dropped. You wrapped your arms around your chest. “What?”

             She stepped closer, her voice rising in volume. “You. You ruined everything.”

             All you could do was gape. Confusion didn’t even begin to cover how you felt.

             “Take it back.”

             Still unsure you shook your head. “Take what back?”

             “Your love!” She yelled.

            You flinched at the harshness of her sound. It felt like your heart was being ripped from your body. “What?”

            She was almost chest to chest with you now. “Your love; I don’t want it. Take it back.” Her voice was quieter now, but the bite of her words lingered.

            “I can’t,” you whispered. “I won’t. I love you, Jiwoo.”

            She hissed in response and her eyes flared red, making you shiver and back away from her. “Did you forget what I am, pet?” You took in her outfit, dark and edgy like the first time you met her. “I am a demon. I don’t love. Not you, not anything.”

            Tears welled in your eyes. “You can’t mean that. I’ve seen it.”

            Jiwoo angrily thrusted her hand towards the counters and winds flew in the same direction, blowing all of the food and dishes into the wall, breaking from impact. “You don’t get to tell me what I mean or feel.”

            You whimpered her name, but it seemed to only make her fury rise. She shook her head. “This is over. It’s done. Our contract is null and void.”

            Realizing what was happening, what she was trying to do, brought your anger out and gave you voice. “No, it’s not. We have a deal. A blood agreement. You can’t just end it all because you don’t love. You’re just scared.”

            She used her magicks to smash more things in the room. “I am the demon. I am the one with power. I am the one who calls the shots. You have nothing. You are nothing.”

            Each word stung worse than the last, but you knew if you didn’t stand your ground you’d lose her, lose your life, your love. “If I’m nothing you’d have thrown me out long ago. You wouldn’t have made our deal in the first place. You’d have just collected my soul for the real crossroads demon and let me rot in Hell. Where are we, Jiwoo? Why are we standing in a beach cottage and not the crappy apartment I lived in when we made our deal?” 

            Winds started swirling around Jiwoo making her hair dance. This sent more shivers down your spine, having never seen her this enraged, but you knew she wouldn’t hurt you, knew she couldn’t. “You love me just as I love you. You’re just a coward to admit it.”

            Her winds shattered every window in the cottage. She rushed forward and grabbed your throat. “You dare to call me a coward?” Her eyes glowed red.

            “A coward is all I see right now.”

            Her hand tightened on your throat, making you gasp. Realizing her actions, she threw you to the floor and began pacing. You were still coughing when she knelt down and grabbed your throat again, softer this time. She looked into your eyes. “You will forget me. Forget this. Our arrangement never happened.”

            You used all the force you possibly could and pushed her off you. She didn’t move far, but she was clearly shocked which gave you enough time to scramble away from her. “I am not a toy, Jiwoo. You don’t get to manipulate me because you’re upset with me. Our blood runs together, in my veins and yours. You can’t just make me forget you. I won’t. I will never forget you. Our contract is still intact.”

            “No it’s not. You’ve served your purpose. I got your body, and I’m done with it now. I no longer want it or you. You will never see me again.”

            You reached for her and called her name, but it was too late. Jiwoo was gone. You called for her, looked around the cottage, but she wasn’t there. Hot tears streamed down your face as you fell to your knees. There were too many emotions to feel. Heartbreak, anger, fear. Curling into yourself, you lay on the floor and sobbed until your tear ducts ran dry and exhaustion took over.

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            It was a different kind of nervous coming back to the crossroads. Before it was fear of what the demon would look like or how it would feel to sell your soul. Now it was fear of being denied your wish and never seeing Jiwoo again.

             Only days passed since Jiwoo left you, but they were the worst of your existence. She had made you forget things when you made the deal with her, but when she told you that you weren’t anything to her, that she didn’t want you, the memories came back. Your step father also never wanted you. Told you how worthless you were. Tried to convince your mother that she didn’t need you. Made her believe he was all that mattered, and once you were of age, you shouldn’t live in her house, because she was done raising you and was no longer required to be your mother.

             The empty, worthless, undesirable feeling was what you felt once again as Jiwoo took off. This was the second time someone meant to love you rejected you. It was different this time, and somehow so much worse than the first.

             You’d spent days lying on the floor in the spot you watched her vanish from. It wasn’t until a cockroach crawled past your face that you were even able to move. Food held little appeal. You couldn’t even look at the bed. The only reason you showered was because you smelled of bleach and vinegar after cleaning up the mess of glass, food, and insects from the ruined anniversary dinner. She told you that you were nothing to her, but the truth was, without her, your life was nothing.

             That’s when you decided to go back to the crossroads. Jiwoo said she no longer possessed your body. She didn’t want your soul. That meant both were yours to do as you please.

             You used a similar Altoid’s box, filled with the hexbag and your picture and buried it in the same area as 2 years ago. It was strange that the anticipation in waiting for the demon felt exactly the same as before. You didn’t know what to expect. Jiwoo made it clear she never even wanted you to meet him. A true Hell demon is how she’d described him. Would he not look human like her?

             “Mmm,” sounded behind you. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

             Turning to the voice, you saw a man, who other than being incredibly handsome, looked ordinary enough.

             He flashed his eyes, which glowed red just as Jiwoo’s had. “You called?”

             “J.seph?”

             His brows raised in disbelief and mouth fell a bit slack. “You know me?” He recovered and now looked both pleased and amused. “Well, this is a surprise. What can I do for you, doll?”

             The anxiety seemed higher this go-around, and you couldn’t stop from shaking, but you willed yourself to speak. “I want to make a deal.”

             He smirked and started circling around you, quite similarly to Jiwoo. “Let’s see how I can help with that.” As he got closer, he stopped in his tracks. He visibly took two deep sniffs and the smirk left his face. “Your hers.”

             Panic hit you and you started shaking your head. “I’m not. Not anymore. She ended our agreement. I’m no one’s now.”

             His eyebrow raised and smirk was back. “I wouldn’t be so sure, doll. It’s no cakewalk to break a blood contract.” Unashamed, he blatantly looked you up and down. “I see why she wanted you.”

             The fear was growing. You desperately wanted him to help you, but what if demons actually had loyalty and he wouldn’t because of Jiwoo. “Her contract with me is for my body. I want to make a deal using my soul.”

             Both his brows raised this time. “Is that so? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued.”

             Suddenly the air around you grew frigid. It was night, but somehow it seemed darker. Any sounds of crickets and cicadas stopped. Your body shook harder.

             “What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?” Her voice echoed.

             You should have felt terror from her rage, but you turned around eager, excited. She came, and you hadn’t even made your deal yet. She also seemed incredibly upset about you summoning J.seph. If she was here to yell, maybe punish you, it meant she still cared.  

             When neither you or J.seph answered, she stepped closer, bellowing louder. “I asked what the fuck you think you’re doing?”

            J.seph seemed perfectly at ease. “We’re having a conversation.”

            She glared at him then snapped her attention to you. “I told you never to meet him.”

            “You also told me I’m nothing to you, so why would you care?” Inside you were so proud of yourself being able to clapback like that, but your body still quivered.

            Her eyes flared red. She turned her attention back to J.seph. “She’s already mine. You can’t make a deal, so you can leave now.”

            “Actually,” he grinned wide. “Her soul as it seems is perfectly up for grabs. So, it appears a deal can be made after all.”

            Jiwoo’s aura changed and it looked like Hellfire literally glowed around her. “This is your last warning, Seph. Get out now, or I’ll make Matthew’s job look like child’s play.”

            He chuckled, looking completely unphased. “Fine fine. I’m being summoned elsewhere any way.” He looked past her to you. “You know how to reach me when you’re ready for that deal.”

            Jiwoo screamed and actual fire emerged from her mouth. J.seph disappeared, which left you and you alone with her fury. She turned to you. “What’s fucking going on in your mind? How stupid are you?”

            Channeling the anger of your heart break, you clenched your fists. “Who are you to decide what I do with my life? It’s my soul. I can do what I want with it.”

             “You can’t even begin to understand what he’d do to your soul. Idiot. He’s a Hell demon. He’s not going to promise you kittens and rainbows in exchange for your soul.”

             “Why do you even care, Jiwoo?” Your voice hitched as your anger and hurt rose. “He was who I was meant to meet the first time I came to the crossroads. He would have had it in exchange for killing him. Or did you forget I’m not the soft innocent girl you’re making me out to be?”

             Jiwoo spat curses as she looked away from you. “I can’t believe how fucking moronic you truly are.”

             Hot tears poured down your cheeks. “Better an idiot in love than a pussy who can’t admit their feelings.”

             She instantly looked up. Her expression was a mixture of disbelief and outrage. Her voice was low as she spoke this time. “You’re calling me a pussy now?”

             Sniffling, you stood straight as you looked into her eyes. “Pussy, coward, scaredy-cat, wuss. Are you going to tell me you aren’t those things?”

             Her fiery aura glowed once more. She snarled at you then turned to walk away from you.

             “Because running away isn’t a pussy-move at all.”

             Before you could blink her face was before yours, her teeth bared. Her hand reached to wrap around your throat as it did days ago, but she didn’t touch you.

             More tears streaked your face. “You’re a liar too, Jiwoo,” you squeaked, no longer able to keep up the bravado.

             She still held anger in her brows, but her expression softened slightly. “And how’s that now?”

             You hiccupped, fully crying now. “You promised you’d never hurt me. Never make me feel pain.”

             She looked away. “This pain is your own doing.”

             A sarcastic laugh came from your mouth. “Of course, because loving you was actually just my desire to suffer.” Your anger was back as you looked at her this time. “But you won’t let me sell my soul because it’d suffer?”

             Her lip twitched before she pushed you to the ground. You’d hit a nerve and she was trying to regain control of the situation. That wouldn’t happen if you had any say. “I remember my step father destroying my family. I remember you tossing his severed head on my kitchen table. Is that also suffering I brought upon myself?”

             It was only for a second, but you saw regret cross Jiwoo’s face. You stood up to face her again. “This is bullshit, Jiwoo. It’s bullshit and you know it.” Your voice was faint as you whispered, “Why can’t you love me?”

             She began pacing. “It’s complicated.” That certainly was not the response she gave you days ago.

             “Who are you?”

             Jiwoo froze and met your gaze. “You know who I am.”

             “No. The Jiwoo I know never avoided questions. She was forthcoming about everything. She admitted her faults. She apologized. Most of all, she never hurt me or tried to.”

             For the first time, her marianismo was gone and she appeared conflicted, pained even. She ground her teeth. “I can’t. You don’t understand.”

             “Then explain it to me. The Jiwoo I used to know would have.”

             She did nothing now.

             Sighing, you wiped your eyes though liquid still fell from them. You were never going to win. Not when Jiwoo wouldn’t even give you answers as to why you could no longer be together. Knowing that was just as painful as when she threw you away. Nothing you could do would change her mind. Though it broke your heart further, you stretched your hand toward her. “Take your blood back.”

             Her mouth dropped in shock. “What?”

             “Take your blood back. Undo our contract.”

             She didn’t respond. Couldn’t.

             “You don’t love me. You won’t let me sell my soul. If I can’t have you, I want nothing from you, including our contract. You told J.seph I was still yours. Undo it.”

             A new emotion swept across Jiwoo’s face. Fear. You’d never seen it on her before. She whispered your name.

             You thrusted your hand at her again and yelled, “Take it back!”

             The two of you stared at each other for a long time. The crying had calmed your emotions. You still cried and were sad, but mostly felt numb now. You dropped your hand back to your side. “You can’t have it both ways, Jiwoo. Either you want me or you don’t. If I’m nothing to you, then end the contract.”

             Her brows were scrunched, conflict taking over her emotions again. “You don’t want this.”

             “You’re right, I don’t. But if you don’t want me, it’s not fair to keep me connected to you.” There was a little bit of hope, that because she seemed reluctant to actually breaking the contract instead of just saying it was null, that perhaps she would crumble and keep you.

             She was stalling now, ringing her hands. “It hurts. Physically. Removing my blood from yours.”

             “Nothing hurts more than not being chosen.” Of that you were an expert of.

             She tried to hide her emotions, but you saw her wince. Staying expressionless, she held her hand up. You watched as her nails turned to sharp claws. She used one to cut the palm of her hand open. Grabbing your hand, she did the same to you. Her magicks came to life around you, and as it pulled her blood from your veins , you fell to your knees. She wasn’t joking about the pain. She watched stoically, not flinching in the slightest while you shrieked out in agony. Then it all stopped.

             “It’s done.”

             When you looked up, she was gone. Jiwoo disappeared again, and you knew it was the last time you’d see your succubus.

[twistednightshade]

Matthew x Reader: Frustrated in Space

Just a quick little ficlet :)  Enjoy ^_^

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"Matthew, is there something wrong with your girlfriend?"

The young incubus understandingly gave Sam a puzzling look.  Sam rolled his eyes and muttered" Just follow me, dammit" as he all but dragged Matthew by the wrist to the entrance to the living room.

When they got there, Matthew saw that you were sitting on the rather comfy couch, the controller to their game console clenched in your hand; your normally beautiful smile had given way to a frustrated scowl as your thumb kept moving up and down on one of the analog sticks.  Apparently, you were playing that new space RPG Eternal Galaxy and unfortunately for you, your tank was unable to move because it had gotten stuck between two piles of rocks.

"She's been like this for nearly fifteen minutes," Sam muttered, "plus she's talking to the damn game."

Matthew didn't understand until you let out a frustrated growl and started speaking, currently unaware of your audience.

"Look, I get it.  You found this sexy rock that's caught your eye and you can't wait to get to know it better.  But right now all I want is for you to stop humping the dang rocks!"

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle at all of this; the way you were acting was rather cute.

His chuckling however made you realize that you were no longer alone and when you saw the two incubi, you couldn't help but blush in embarassment.

[strangedreamings]

My Works in Progress

This is what’s going on in my head.

Almost Done

Seeing the Light -- Currently on draft 1 of ch 8, which will be the last chapter, dammit. Sherlolly wedding is almost over, next is the reception and the wedding night. Hoping to have the draft done by the end of the week.

Started (Sherlolly)

Quest -- Part 4 of Incubus!Sherlock series, directly after Seeing the Light. I’ve actually started the first ch already since there are one or two scenes from Seeing the Light ch 8 that make more sense in this story. It’s all about the pacing, my friends.

A Long, Strange Trip -- Ch 1 is up, ch 2 is started but needs a major rewrite. Again, pacing. My first Stephen/Molly fic.

Inhabit -- This was supposed to be for Sherlolly Appreciation Week (First Sleepover) but I couldn’t get a plot together. Molly’s apartment is uninhabitable so she stays with Sherlock.

high!lock AU -- Got an idea for an alternate version of TLD where Sherlock doesn’t meet Molly until he’s high as a kite. Needs a more concrete plot.

shift!lock -- Yeah, got a shapeshifting Sherlock fic too. Just started, needs a defined plot.

who!lock -- Got one of those too. I have the vaguest plot in my head.

Started (Non-Sherlolly)

Jolly fic -- I started a John/Molly fic. I need to decide its rating before I go any further with it.

BBC Sherlock/secret American show crossover -- Yeah, I started one that’s Mycroft/secret female character. I’ll probably name the show once I have the first chapter done. (Do you know how hard it was for me to find the right woman for Mycroft outside of the Sherlockverse?)

Notes only (Sherlolly)

1,000 kudos fic -- I promised my readers I’d write something they chose once I received 1K kudos on AO3. It happened, they suggested X-Files AU or Dirty Dancing AU. I will do both (no, not in one fic), but I need to watch XF and DD again before I start writing.

ghost!lock fic #1 -- I could write this one in a couple of days, my notes on it are that detailed.

ghost!lock fic #2 -- This one needs more of a plot.

bedsharing trope -- Yeah, I really wanna do one of those. I’ve actually mentioned this fic before -- I want to do a smutty version for AO3 and a sweet version for FF.net, since that’s what my readers on those sites seem to prefer. Another fic with notes so detailed I could write it in a couple of days.

Home -- This one needs a lot of work. It’s about Sherlock realizing Molly is home to him. I need more of a plot.

Longing -- Based on the poem of the same name by Matthew Arnold. Again, needs more of a plot. 

Wrong Number, Right Person sequel(s) -- I have ideas for one, maybe two sequels for one of my favorite AUs. 

Angel!lock fic -- I’ve got a vague idea for a plot for this one, but I think it’ll have to wait a long while since I’m already doing a demon!lock series that has plenty of angels in it.

[incubae-fics]

Selfish Or Unaware [AU!Raestrao]

Pairing: AU!James x Female!Reader

Warning: Cursing, mentions of dark and or traumatizing things (could be triggering, please read at your own risk, especially if you have not read my brief decription of said AU)

A/N: Reader is based loosely on someone, hurr hurr, I tried to be vague but y’knoww. Also, one or two interactions with one of his brothers is from a previous stand-alone (An AU!Sam one). Can’t link shit bc tungle is dumb. also yayyy for random shiitt

The life James has led so far was far from a good one. He’s seen things, done things, that no one should have. He’s aware he suffered far less physical abuse than his brothers- in fact, he’s horrifically aware of it. He knows he was the favorite- that he would have been the one to have the throne and rule over everything their bastard father had. He knows, and it haunts him. It haunts him because he shouldn’t feel how he feels. He shouldn’t have yearned so strongly for freedom or.. or for her.

He yearns for things he knows he doesn’t deserve- especially with how he’s acted. He’s aware of how he’s made her feel- how he hurt her and the friend she holds dear. He was cruel and nasty. His words could rival his brute brothers attitude.

Yet he still yearns and wants- he craves, and it’s so odd to him. He’s never truly felt his incubus urges, not unless he was absolutely starving, and even then, it was simply an annoyance. However, this wasn’t an incubus urge this was.. it was just a selfish want- a terrible need. A need that would never die- she captured a part of him he was certain had died the day of his thirteenth birthday. A part that only ever existed because his sweet mother allowed him to indulge in sweet stories. Sweet stories humans would call fairy tales.

It’s the only thing he wishes she’d never done for him.

If she hadn’t, perhaps his entire world wouldn’t have flipped how it had that day.. or at the very least, it wouldn’t have scarred him quite as deep. He hates that it scarred him at all. It was a normal incubus thing- it was supposed to be a gift but..

It still gives him nightmares- everything does. It’s why he hates to sleep.

Every night, cold clammy hands grasp at him in sickening manners- sickly sweet voices whisper uncomfortably close in his ears. They claim to want him, they promise to feed him well. They swear to be perfect brides- swear to give him all he wants. Others he just hears agonized screaming and the cracking of a whip- he’s thankful for the mercy of darkness in those nightmares. He’s seen that sight far too much to be able to bear watching it every single night.

He hears those screams often though, if not agonized at night, they’re angry during the day. Thankfully the cracking whip is long gone- but scars forever remain.

The nightmares are proof of how undeserving he is, though. He stood by and watched while his own brothers were ruthlessly abused and terrorized. Allowed himself to indulge in peaceful and sappy sweet stories while they cried out and bled elsewhere. Allowed himself to be sickened by what should be normal- yet has the audacity to have wanted freedom. As though he deserves it, yet he gained it anyway.

So of course, his newest want was just disgustingly selfish. Horrific simply in thought. As if she’d want such a man? Such a cowardly and selfish prick?

Even Sam, who was caught up with his own insane wants, laughed at the thought.

“You told me I couldn’t get what I want- that it’ll never happen, so what makes you think you’re so damn special? You were the favorite back there, but not here. Fuck off.”

That was the end of it. Sam was right, and he was a fool to even think of telling him. Of course he’d lash out. He’d only told him his own so called ‘love’ was merely infatuation and would never come to fruition. James was projecting, but wasn’t aware until later that night. He refused to admit that he was.. envious. The love Sam felt, the want he had, it could easily be mutual. He could see it- could sense it, and it was damn well deserved. James knew Sam deserved a love after all he’s been through. He deserved a happy life, for the rest of his life and he knew the one he’d found would give him that. It was just a matter of time and proper circumstance.

James, however, wasn’t so lucky. He had a hand in his brothers abuse. Their blood stained his hands. He was of no help- Sam was the only one to offer up proper protection by taking the brunt of everything. James was too fearful of death to do a damn thing. He’d seen what his father had done to his own blood- to sons he had made, so whats to say he wouldn’t do it to James, ten-fold for disobeying? He’d come close but once, and he only ever relived it in bad night terrors once in a blue. It was buried so deep, he couldn’t remember it properly if he tried.

So why would she choose to give him such warmth? To adore him like in the books he’d read? Why would she hold him in a way he’d never craved before now? He wanted her near often- liked to hear her sweet voice when she spoke about things she enjoyed. He loved the joy in her eyes when she saw her favorite color anywhere or in anything. He adored seeing her with her friend- how hard she’d laugh and how bright she’d look.

It was bittersweet only because it hurt. He wasn’t the cause of her happiness. He didn’t bring anything good to her life, she probably only tolerated him now because he mustered up some sorry apology..

Her laughter rings throughout the kitchen, bubbly and bright. A sound that used to irritate him when he was working in the dining room. Now it was welcomed and something he enjoyed after a long days work. Nothing really uplifted him more, or in such a bittersweet manner.

She was enjoying time with her friend and his childish brother, Matthew. He’s sure he heard them say something about sweets- but then again, he’s certain it’s always about sweets. It seems so fitting with her, the sweetest woman must surely love sweets. He never really pays any mind to what they’re doing or saying, he only captures bits and pieces.

However, when he hears something about some other man, his interest is piqued. Surely, they mean a man in a friendly manner. Or maybe some man from her friends job- something that won’t fatally wound him deep down. James isn’t wrong often, but when he is, it’s almost always at his own expense.

The words come out softly and with a giggle, “I dunno, maybe you should take him up on his offer? He seems sweet and you deserve something like that.”

Deserve something like that..

He loathes how his heart sinks. Absolutely seethes at how he feels envious of a complete stranger. Negative and gut wrenching feelings coursed through him. He hate how strongly he felt over this- how wound up she had him in less than a year. He hated how the very thought of this burned him, he had no right to feel anything. She wasn’t his to love and hold and want. She wasn’t his love to keep near- she wasn’t his anything. He’d ruined all chances.

He ruined one now, as he assured himself that he’d move on. That he’d live through the pain.

He was awfully unaware of how she’d turned the idea down.

Completely oblivious to how she sometimes looked up at him. Couldn’t see the smiles she hid and the looks she kept amazingly subtle. Her feelings were buried deep, only for her own protection. She didn’t really want them, they just came about on their own. If he’d just let her in- let her see, why he was so closed up, he’d gain what he feels he doesn’t deserve. He’d see how he really isn’t to blame. How he did what he had to to keep himself alive and keep his brothers from dying at an early age.

He was abused just as much.

He was not selfish, and she adored him..

He was just unaware..

[speedybooksandcreativeheaven]

Into the Unknown

Story Summary: In the Abyssal Plains, Aomaris is the third oldest son is an outcast within the castle walls. He starts to become the rebel one of the family as he has no responsibilities other than to piss his father off, the demon lord. Stealing from the rich and to feed the poor makes his life more adventurous despite he longs for a new adventure, but deep down he pushes that away as no one can leave this life. One day, he overhears something he shouldn’t have making his question his whole life and feelings from deep down come to the surface. Will he allow these feelings to control him?  

Trigger Warnings: None that I can think of, please let me know in the comments

Word Count: 2,263

Characters Names

·         Raestrao (James)

·         Uzaeris (Erik)

·         Aomaris (Sam)

·         Zecaeru (Matthew)

·         Izroul (Damien)

AN: Italics are the song lyrics, while the bolded ones are for Harold “the warlock”. Most of this story is from Seduce Me the Complete Story that is written by Michaela Laws.

Ah ah oh oh oh Ah ah oh oh oh oh oh oh.

Another pointless day, Aomaris thought as he was scumming through the Abyssal Plains flea market where smaller, poorer demons were begging for energy or some sort of food. He stops to hear a soft singing voice as his eyes goes wide for a second before he shakes his head and continues on. Despite his emotions all of the creatures turned away as he was known as the brute, a monster, who has no self control over his rage or lust. He sighed as he made his way home after dropping off food for a former friend and his younger brother. He felt very humble as noble demons are not allowed to give to the less fortune demons.

I can hear you but I won't Some look for trouble while others don't There's a thousand reasons I should go about my day And ignore your whispers which I wish would go away, oh oh oh

How unfair! If he was running the show he would be very giving and considerate, unlike his father. The demon lord or fat ass was a very greedy man as he only spent time with the eldest.  He expects the young demons to take care of themselves. So, his father had way too much, so he wouldn’t care if some of his food gone missing. He laughs as he thinks about their father. Just a large demon who takes control of everyone and everything he can get his hands on. Not everyone, Aomaris smirked as he flipped off the guards guarding the castle gates. As he makes his way towards his quarters, he hears his two younger brothers talking in a hushed tone as he makes his way towards the wooden door, he places his ear to listen in.  

“What did the warlock say?” Zecaeru eagerly asks Izroul as he whispers in the small room.

“He can help us! We just need to collect a few things and help him with the spell.” Izroul murmured towards him.

“Great! I’ll start working on it tonight! We’ll soon be a real family.” Zecaeru sighs dreamily as Izroul nods his head in agreement.

Aomaris finally had enough as he opens the door to see Izroul crower as Zecaeru stands in a protect stance, until he sees his brother to which he backs down.

“Ah,” he breaths a sigh of relief as Izroul stands up to greet him, “Aomaris,” he starts, “How much did you hear?” he questions as he fiddles his hands without looking in his narrowed green eyes.

“I have heard enough to know that you two are planning to leave our world to some sort of ‘Human World’ where we know nothing about!” he argues as he walks in the room and slams the door.

Zecaeru and Izroul gaze at each other before Zecaeru pips up with a new confidence, “Come on Aomaris! This is the chance that we have been waiting for! We can start over, in a new world. Be a real family? I know deep down that you want that? We want that more than anything!”

Aomaris stares at his brother’s eagerness to leave, “So, you want to throw our lives away and head to a new world where we don’t know a thing! You guys are more stupid than I thought. What's so great about the human world than here!” He angerly smirks as he ignores his brothers protests.

“Tch. You guys are idots! I'm leaving.” He opens the door to storm away fuming with rage at his brothers.

Ah ah oh oh Oh oh Ah ah oh oh

He walks down the hallway in anger, ‘why would they want to leave? Yet again, they all life shitty lives so anything that would give them hope they will follow like blind dogs. They don't even know if this warlock is real! What fools!’ his laugh is cut short as he hears the small echo of a voice calling towards the demon again. For weeks now, he has been ignoring it in hopes that it would leave but to no doubt he is stuck with it.

You're not a voice You're just a ringing in my ear And if I heard you, which I don't I'm spoken for I fear

He passes an open doorway to see his father train the eldest as he sees him weakly stand to face his father with a sword in hand. It takes all of his inner strength not to teach the old fuck a lesson. He growls and briefly turns to face the outside. Using the trees to express his hatrated. He faces his normal tree as he punches out his pain. The pain of not protecting his brothers. Feeling his pain of upholding expectations, duties, and royal life while he is breaking all the rules to piss his father off.

He can't be controlled so why does his brothers want to leave to start over. They need to deal with their shit lives. It's not his fault that the eldest is held responsible, or Uzaeris is very spontaneous with chicks, Zecaeru being a little shit with magic, and poor Izroul. He sighs as he wishes he could do more to protect the youngest. He heard what will happen once Raestraois king. He shudders as he overhead from his father, the demon lord that once Raestraois king, Izroul will be considered a slave, he will be used and abused by the castle staff more. Without no protection from his brothers.

Everyone I've ever loved is here within these walls I'm sorry, secret siren, but I'm blocking out your calls I've had my adventure, I don't need something new I'm afraid of what I'm risking if I follow you

With his new rage set in motion he gives the tree one last punch as his fist goes through it. He cracks his neck and back muscles to give in to this voice. Maybe they all need a changed of scenery. Not him, but his brothers. He needs to be responsible right now. He resents going to this human world but if his brothers get to have a better life than he rather be with them than stuck in the demon world without them.

Irritated at the voice he spins around as he slams his hands on the cold stone wall making a larger sound throughout the hallway.

“Where are you, you son of a bitch! Show yourself!” he screams in rage as his eyesight starts to fade until he sees all red.

Into the unknown Into the unknown Into the unknown Ah ah oh oh Ah ah oh oh oh oh

He walks in the forest to clear his head as all he can hear is his steady breathing. He turns to see a regular open clearing as he looks closer to see a large house on a large property. The image fades until he sees himself and his brothers in a new world with an older gentleman helping him and his brothers. The older man turns as if to see Aomaris’s demon form to smile and wave. Almost like he is telling him to come over. He takes a couple of steps forward until the image fades again for Aomaris to notice that he is still in the forest.

What do you want? 'Cause you've been keeping me awake Are you here to distract me so I make a big mistake? Or are you someone out there who's a little bit like me? Who knows deep down I'm not where I'm meant to be?

“This voice must be playing tricks in my mind,” he scratches his brown hair as he turns away and continues down his journey. “Tch... Like I need a new life. Come on spirit is this the best you can do!” he challenges into the void as he waits for a response. He hears nothing as he deeply sighs.

Every day's a little harder as I feel my power grow Don't you know there's part of me that longs to go… Into the unknown? Into the unknown Into the unknown Ah ah oh oh Ah ah oh oh

The demon halts as the forest creates a clearing for him to follow. He shrugs his head as he slowly follows, hoping to get an answer from this so-called voice. The spirit creates a soft green glow around the demon as it’s encouraging him to follow. He reaches the end to see a clearing on top of a large rock overlooking his home. He turns his head to the side as he scoffs at the spirit.

“This! This is what you wanted me to see, my shit home!” he waves his hands around as he points at the large castle. The spirit, almost shaking their head starts to speak.

“Aomaris,” they start as he growls at the use of his real name, “Who the fuck are you?” he questions.

“I’m a friend of your brothers, I’m here to help you Aomaris. Show you something that you forgotten.” They speak calmly.

“Something I forgot? Really! What did I forget I have nothing here! I’m a monster, no one can come near me except my brothers. I’m not important anyway. Why do you care so much?” Aomaris sighs deeply as the spirit moves around his form to make him look past the castle.  

“Just watch.” They spoke as they started mummering latin magic.

Oh oh oh Are you out there? Do you know me? Can you feel me? Can you show me? Ah ah oh oh Ah ah oh oh Ah ah oh oh Ah ah oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Aomaris shrugs his shoulder as he watches the spirit create a memory, it seemed like it was in another world but he paid attention. He notices a large house on the outskirts of a town, his brothers were with him as he sees two girls. One had green eyes and black hair confronting him for kissing her sister while the other had brown eyes and hair with golden glasses scared to move forward when she made eye contact after he kissed her. Flash forward a couple months, the couple which seems to stand out towards Aomaris, she blushed after the kiss as she pushed him back as he smirked as they were chasing after each other with a joyful laughing bouncing off the walls.

A couple of years later an older more mature Aomaris was getting ready to propose but the young girl was so clueless that after three attempts, he stomped right over to her as he pulled her confused face to his in a passionate kiss, “I was trying to be romantic! I’m never going to try something like that again, it just goes right over your stupid head!” Aomaris exclaims as he uses his demon magic to create a green chain glow that wrapped around her ring finger three times before what was left was a green and gold engagement ring. The she was speechless but she caught herself to run after the brute to scream yes while she jumped on his back.

“Whoa! Doofus, you could have warned me before you jumped on my back like that!” he grumbles as he frustrated from trying with bad results. She got off his back before grabbing his large warm hand as he looks at her with mixed emotions. He saw her sadness soon turn to pure joy as she spoke with excitement.

“Yes! Yes! Aomaris I will marry you! I can’t believe I was so stupid to not seeing this sooner. You must hate me.” She dips her head down in shame as he frowns seeing her so upset.

“Doofus, you did nothing wrong, I guess it’s both our faults but we have a funny story to tell my brothers.” The two of them laugh as all was forgiven. He felt confident to start his life with this beautiful woman at his side. Everything flashes forward as he sees himself and his brothers a couple of years later. They are all finally happy living a life that was better than what he had.

“So, is this supposed to convince me to leave my world for some human girl?” he huffs as the spirit dances around him.

“If you don’t believe me Aomaris, then why don’t you prove it? Go with your true family, I have been watching your family for a while. Don’t you think you and your brothers deserve this kind of life?”

“Well I..” he thinks about what would happen if they stayed. Raestrao and his brothers would be married to that other demon while they never get to have their freedom. Izroul would be stripped of his title and become a slave, used by the new queen to never seen the light of day again. He shudders as he could almost picture a full-blown hell. He could see no benefits of staying but he was scared to leave. They all knew nothing of the human would, but the idea seems so tempting. His torn from his thoughts when the spirit spoke one final time.

Where are you going? Don't leave me alone How do I follow you Into the unknown? Oh oh oh

“Make your decision young Aomaris. Your brothers are waiting.” He chuckles as he fades away to ash leaving him question everything as he kneels down on the grass.

[speedybooksandcreativeheaven]

How to Heal Again

Summary: A couple of months have passed since the reader has been glued to online dating. The incubi take matters into their own hands to stop the girl before its too late..

Word count: 1,369

The sound of a door being roughly slammed alerted the incubi as the young mistress arrived home from another failed date. It has been months since the girl was addicted to online dating. She would leave and come home for weeks at a time; trying to meet that special someone that would change her life for the better. At first the incubi didn’t really catch on that she was coming and going all the time. They finally found out when James was passing her room one night to hear her sob that her heart was broken yet again by another. He couldn’t believe that the young girl was trying to put her heart out there to only be broken and stepped on by these ‘male humans’ that don’t see the innocent beauty that they all see everyday. Coming back to the present he sighed as he stood up to alert his brothers to follow him as it has been a couple of minutes went by since she came home and hasn’t greeted them yet.

As Sam followed his brothers he clenched his fists in rage as he has been thinking about the poor women. She has been trying for months to meet new people, hoping to find that one person that she was meant to be with. He admired her from afar, as all of the brothers did. Seeing her bubbly and excited was enough for him to swoon over her when she would bring up over dinners that she was talking to another and sighing when she would pick herself up from a bad date and move on without acknowledging it. They all looked at each other as they all wanted her affections, but she was so glued to online dating and meeting people that she couldn’t notice the incubi’s loving stares at her and hidden affections that they all held deep inside.

The incubi turned the corner to see the women in the lobby crouched down with her back against the door as she was weeping with her hands covering her face. Their faces all fell as they slowly approached the girl; they didn’t want to frighten her. James broke the silence with the clearing of his throat as it caught her attention. She looked up with tears in her eyes as her face was red and puffy from her crying.

“Sorry,” she apologized, “I didn’t realize the time.” She looked around the room to find a clock to make her point, but they all knew that she was lying. As the incubi got closer Damien and Matthew decided to sit next to her as the three eldest stood in front of her with their arms crossed.     

“You know we love you,” James began, as he placed his large hand on the girl’s shoulder. She looked up a them with a frown.

“And we want the best for you, no matter what,” Matthew continued.

“What you’re doing to yourself is not healthy,” Sam bluntly spoke looking straight into her eyes, “We want you to stop.”

The girl stood up annoyed as she jerked away from James’s touch. “What? Why would you say something that?”

James sighed as he knew that it would have to come to this, “Miss please, we all want what is best for you, but you can’t keep this cycle going.”

“What cycle are you guys talking about?!” she examined in a disbelieving tone.

She turned her head to the side as she couldn’t understand, Sam growled as he had enough of this bullshit and roughly grabbed her wrist as everyone was shocked as he pinned her against the door frame as his face was really close to hers. She didn’t look up at him as he took his other hand and forced her to look at him.

“Look. At. Me.” He demanded as she could feel the demon magic in the air around them. He noticed her blank face stare back wordless as his rough command. James tired to step in as he quickly noticed that she was uncomfortable as he yelled out his true name to snap some sense into his reckless brother.

“Aomaris! Just what are you doing?!” he growled at him as he lowered his black glasses to show his glossed over golden eyes pulsating. Sam turned his head around to face him as he gave a good glare of his own back towards the eldest, “I’m not going to dance around this subject any longer!”

He turned his head back and in a soft manner he spoke the familiar nickname that made her blush as she glanced up at him, “Doofus,” His tone was soft, calmer as she could feel him loosening his grip on her, “As much as I hate to admit, James is right. You need to stop this. You are going out there to meet assholes online to come home broken hearted again and again. We worry about your health. We have all seen the effects of what happens to you when you do this, and we want you to be safe. I worry about you.”

The girl sniffled as she took one last glance at the incubi in the room to finally break down and lean on Sam like he was her anchor.

“I don’t know what has gotten into me! I thought that I was ready to have a relationship with someone but all I have done is try and fail so many times! I can’t believe that I have been doing this for so long that I forgot about you guys! How could you stand here and comfort me as I was so lost in the world of online dating that I forgot about you guys.” she wailed as the rest of the incubi came over in a group hug.

“Love,” James spoke when they separated from the long hug, “We knew that you would never forget about us. You just needed to see on your own to know that meeting people online can be scary.”

“Yeah!” Matthew pipped in, “Don’t feel bad about putting yourself out there! That takes a lot of courage.”

“But Princess,” Erik commented, “We can all see that you are tired of all of this and you needed to see for yourself that meeting online can be a lot of filtering.” He made sure to choose his words carefully as he didn’t want to upset the women, but Sam rolled his eyes and spoke freely.

“What prince charming meant to say is that there are a lot of dicks to filter though and its a tiring process. It can get boring when that’s all you are doing.” Sam interrupted Erik as he crossed his arms and pouted at him.

“Well, I’d never speak to a lady in that manor.” Sam scoffed at his brother as they all heard her laughing. They all had to double take to make sure that they were all hearing this correctly. Its been such a long time since they heard her chuckles in the hallway.

“Come on, doofus! We ordered a pizza for dinner and that knucklehead over there,” he pointed to Matthew, “Has made you some dessert.”

“Would you like to come watch a movie with us as we all help you heal from this?” James held out his hand inches from hers, so she was able to choose.

She nodded as she took his hand as he kissed it and wrapped it around his forearm like a prince. He led her in the living room to see it all set up with tons of blankets, pillows, and food to keep them occupied for a while. As the night went on, she was happily sitting around eating comfort food, joking around with the incubi and cuddling with the boys as an old Disney movie was playing in the background. She forgot all about her online dating world as she was finally able to focus in the moment. As the credits played and her eye lids were closing she realized that maybe she didn’t need to force having a man in her life. She already had five special incubi in her heart that she was able to call her true family.

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The Temptations of My Family

Part 1

Story Summary: Sometimes all connections soon break eventually. Harold Anderson the CEO of Anderson Toy Factory had a secret, he sold his own soul to study and perfect demon magic. It soon took all of his free time studying the effects of the magic leaving their son, David to grow up without a father figure. When David was a small boy he was shocked when he found his father badly beaten due to the demon magic. Since that moment, he made a vow that demon magic would never touch him or his family. Fuelled by rage, David makes sure to protect his daughters from his wrath, as he claims that bad things happen with magic. Sadly, he can't control everything as he kicked out his first born, Kayla due to spending time with their grandfather learning demon magic. Soon enough Kayla becomes head of the household as she is left with five attractive incubus to take care of and her innocent sister, Mika.

Word Count: 2,753

Trigger Warning: Getting kicked out for misunderstandings

AN: Italics are flash backs

Ever since (Y/N) found five wounded men lying on their lobby floor she never would have thought that after a long year and six months later they would be the best roommates that she could ask for.  It was a rough start for a while as she was learning to live with five very attractive incubi. Learning about their past, being able to provide enough energy for them, and the boys learning about certain human world customs. But soon enough, they all started to feel like a real family when she was around them.

Mika never knew of the amount of magic that her grandfathers house had. Due to the control that father had on Mika. When Mika first moved in six months ago, Kayla had to tell the boys to keep their alias to themselves and only come to her for energy. She later told them the story of how their father hates their grandfather, aka the Warlock, for learning demon magic and using it for himself. She knew that what father said was not true since Kayla would help him with his spells, and she never once heard of him using magic for his own fun. The boys agreed since they are grateful to him for saving them that they wanted to protect her at all costs. Father was stuck inside his head, and having Mika as bait was helping him cope with the use of demon magic.  

They never really felt like a family at home since Mika was the older sister, being forced to take the Anderson Toy Company. Mika never wanted to be forced as she wanted to explore her own path after she and father take care of Anderson Toy’s. While (Y/N), was tossed aside from her father, only to find comfort with her grandfather teaching her demon magic. She was happy that she was able to explore other options, and away from her crazed father. She still remembers the day where her own father kicked her out of her once loving home at sixteen.  

It all started like a normal afternoon, coming home from school with just enough time to unwind before she makes her way to her grandfathers for more magic practice. What she didn’t expect was to see all of her hard-magic work at the side of the road destroyed, burned and broken. She started to weep as she was really excited to show him all of her hard work, to be only left in ashes. Kayla slammed open the door to see her father sitting in a chair facing the doorway as she stomps angry towards him.

“How many times do I have to tell you old man to stay the fuck out of my room!” she spat as her father’s eyes burned with a cold fire.

“Well, the sooner you can get out of my house then I will go as I very well please.” He stood up to face the angry teenager as his words were adding to the small fire underneath.

“How many times did I tell you that demon magic is bad! It ruins this family and I told you to never learn. Where did you get this from?” He lifts up her demon magic book that Harold gave her.

“Grandfather..” she mumbled knowing that was the one rule in this house, never learn demon magic.

“You broke my one rule Kayla! I can’t believe that you can’t follow a simple rule! Mika is a better child than you are! You have tainted our bloodline thanks to that old man! You don’t deserve to be an Anderson!”

He threw his arms up in the air as he started to lose his cool.

“Oh, so its all about Mika! I guess that Mika is the loved child in this broken family. Well, I like learning about demon magic, and you can’t stop me from living my life!” She proudly stated as the next sentence took her by surprise.

“Get out!” David stood firm on the decision as he finally had enough of his daughters’ disobedience, “I’ll give you 10 minutes to grab your shit but then you can’t step foot back in this house!”  

She was shocked as her whole life could be summed up in a suitcase. She quickly looks at the time to see that she is late for another magic lesson at her grandfathers. Given the circumstances, she slowly made her way towards her new home, she hopped. After a short while she opens a stone door creaks as she makes her way inside while angerly muttering to herself as she didn’t notice that Harold turns with a large smile that quickly turns to a frown as he notices her distress. He sees her magic book all ripped and damaged as she clutches it for dear life. She wordlessly takes off her jacket and leans in against the wall looking down.

“Ah, you are late..” he clicks his tongue as he turns to see her tear stained face, “What’s wrong my flower?” he asked as she sighed and leaned her head on his chest, not wanting to look up, “Was its David again?” he asked as he felt her twitch in annoyance at the name.

“Oh no. You poor thing. I can’t believe that my son would kick you out just because you found something you enjoyed.” Harold rubbed her back as she wept freely. He comforts her through her tears as she finished covering her eyes with her palms. Harold held onto a silent rage as he couldn’t believe that his own son would be so cruel.

“Where am I going to go? I’ll be picked on as the new homeless child.” She panicked.

“No, you won’t be the ‘homeless child’ you will live with me and learn demon magic under my care.”

It was when her grandfather became her saviour as he took her in and cared for her like his own. She managed to live life without seeing her sister all the time, but he made sure that Mika would still be in the young girl’s life. When Mika entered grade twelve she offered Mika to live with her and her servants that Harold had hired since his passing. To her surprise she said yes, and soon enough Mika started living with her sister and five very attractive men.  

Speaking of their father, Mika heard her phone go off and she rolled her eyes went she saw ‘Dad’ on the call display. She was hesitant to press answer as she was worried that she was going to have to go back to that company. She heard horror stories about her grandfather from her father, so she never wanted to go inside the main doors.

Flashback about a week later…

“This will be the last time you lie to me, Missy. Am I understood?” My father, David yells at me as I try to defend myself from coming home late when I told father a lie so I could go with Kayla to see grandfather. I notice that he had a look of disappointed as I slammed my hands on the counter-top clearly annoyed.

“No! It’s not! Why can’t I go see grandfather and stay here to learn boring business while Kayla gets to go have fun!” I screamed back at my dads shocked expression.  

“You think you know everything do you?” Dad sneered down as I stood my ground, wanting to know exactly why, “You don’t know him like I do! You don’t know what he is powerful of!”

“What is he powerful of? You are not making any sense! Why can Kayla go, and I can’t!” I whined

Dad sighed as he pulled a chair to sit and motioned me to as well, “You want to know, fine, I’ll tell you. But don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”

I nodded as he explained, “My father is a terrible man, the weirdest person you could meet in this world. Harold first got into demon magic when I was a little boy, he wanted to make the world a better place. His stupid magic took hold of him, he wanted to please it and make it proud. I never thought that he would stoop so low that he used this type of magic for his own selfish reasons! He had to make sure that Anderson Toys would never die, he made the company using this method. He never had time to actually built something by hand. This is why I want you, Mika to take the company away from my insane father and put it back together with our bare hands! Magic, in the hands of evil means destruction and death. My father thinks that he can make something out of nothing! Ha, I disagree!”

“Magic makes a mockery of the strength of the human spirit, demon magic just wiping out the humans entirely. If my father, the warlock, could build a complete company out of nothing than what is stopping him from bringing in everything from heaven and hell into our perfect world.”

“Your sister on the other hand, doesn’t believe me no matter how hard I try. She goes against my protection as a father and goes sees that traitor! This is why I kicked her out and is now living under the care of him.”

I look up at father, wishing that this was all a nightmare, “Mika, my dear sweet child this is the reality of breaking my rules that I have in place. I only wish to protect you, from the horrors that magic and magical creatures can do to you.”

“Creatures?” I squeak as I become nervous, father slowly nods, “The demon magic that my father uses has their own world and the creatures that live there. There are demons, angles, fairy’s, sex demons just to name a few. I have no clue if that bastard has brought anything into our world yet.”

My green orbs look away as I hope that I never have to face a demon, especially a sex demon, I look to see father crouching at my feet as he looks up at me with sincerity, “Now, are you going to be a good girl and follow my orders?” he questions me as I lean into his arms nodding. His musky scent provides me comfort as I will never disobey father again.

After the quick phone call, Mika looked pale as a sheet of paper as she pressed the end button. Kayla was concerned as Mika turned her phone upside down and walked away quickly making her way upstairs. Kayla followed her as she stormed away, watching how James eyes brighten when he saw Mika, only to be pushed aside to go hid upstairs.  

She yelled up at the stairs, “What did he say!” but she got no answer but a slammed door that echoed through the lobby. She turned to James as he put his hand on her shoulder to provide comfort.  

“I’m sure when she’s ready her will talk to you about it.” He told her as she shifted from him, “Are you sure James? Mika usually tells me everything that when our parents call us.” She breathed a sigh as he nodded.

“Trust me,” he gave her a hug, “If I know Mika well enough she will come around. Don’t worry miss.”

Kayla accepted the hug as she felt calmer when she was with James. What they didn’t see was Sam gritting his teeth at the two. He wanted to be the one who made sure that she was okay. James had no right to take his place.  

A couple of hours passed until it was dinner and Mika was ready to tell what happened in the afternoon. She cleared her throat as everyone at the table looked up to see her cold face as she looked at Kayla.

“Now,” she started, “I’m sorry for running out after that phone conversation from father.” Kayla nodded as she continued, “Tomorrow our father wish to speak to us at a private event that’s going to be provided by the Anderson Toy Company.” Kayla saw how hard it was for Mika to speak about the toy company, “He wants me to be ready to speak to investors about what happened with Harold passing away and who will run it.” Mika’s lips were trembling as she turned to their roommates at the table. She sighed as she blinked her eyes and looked to James.

“Miss? If you need anything you know that we are here to help you.” James comforted her while Sam just scoffed at his brother’s kindness.

“He enjoyed our servant’s hospitality that he wants us to bring you guys along to help out the wait staff at the event…”

“What!” Sam bellowed from across the table as Kayla sighed from his outburst.

“You got to be kidding me! We have to pretend to be your servants again!” Sam yelled as Mika flinched due the sudden outburst.

“Sam, be nice, your constant yelling is scaring the poor girl.” Erik commented as Mika calmed down as   she sighed in defeat.

“Well, she should! I’m not going to be around fancy ass people pretending that I give a crap to be spat on and thrown aside like garbage!” Sam continued his rant as he was pacing back and forth in the dinning room.

“Well, we can’t just ignore him you know how father is when he wants to present the heir of the company to investors.” Mika rolled her eyes at that as Kayla looked to James for some kind of balance to calm Sam.

“Sam, enough!” James yelled at Sam as he growled and stepped back from the girls as everyone was silent for a while.

Kayla walked up to where Mika was sitting as she ruffled Sam’s hair as he yelled out as she smirked at him.

“It’s going to be okay Mika.” She gave her a long hug, “I’m sure that the boys would be more then happy to help us out, well, expect for Sam.” At the mention of his name Sam retorted back, “Hey!” as he looked all insulted. Which Kayla found adorable.

Mika’s face picked up at the mention of their roommates help, “The party is tomorrow night at 8pm.” She spoke as she excused herself from the table as she brushed some tears from her eyes.

“What’s her problem?” Sam scoffed at Kayla elbowed him at the comment, “Hey! Can you move somewhere else so that you can stop picking on me!” Kayla stuck out her tongue at him before she answered his question.  

“Well you see, Mika has been forced from our father to run the Anderson Toy company as our grandfather has died. Unfortunately, our father told Mika many horror stories about our grandfather learning about demon magic and soon enough he became a powerful warlock in which he used his powers to start the company. Which is not true, he kept his magic studies and his work separate. Ever since father told her these stories she has been scared to enter the company since she thinks it haunted due to his studies on demon magic.” Kayla looked up at the surprised faces of the incubi

“So, Mika doesn’t know that we are incubi or the fact that your grandfather brought us here?” James questioned

“Correct,” she nodded her head, “She’s been brainwashed by our father to hate all magical beings, the only reason that I know is because Harold taught me himself to learn about all different types of magical beings. Like you incubi. Alas, my father tosses me aside as I remind him of Harold. A young, stupid woman who doesn’t know anything expect how to stand alone.” She finished as she silently wept covering her hands. She left the table as Sam took a double take at her flowing brown hair as she left.

“So,” James took the stage after a long silence, “We now know that Mika doesn’t know who we are, but Kayla knows our story and we now understand why her father was hesitant when he met the new servants.” His brothers nodded with Sam making non-verbal comments.

“We need to help these girls as I think that this event is more than just making Mika the CEO and Kayla standing aside from the action.” He ended the conversation when the girls came back to the table exchanging apologies for leaving as they began to eat in silence.

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The Temptations of My Family

Part 4

Story Summary: Sometimes all connections soon break eventually. Harold Anderson the CEO of Anderson Toy Factory had a secret, he sold his own soul to study and perfect demon magic. It soon took all of his free time studying the effects of the magic leaving their son, David to grow up without a father figure. When David was a small boy, he was shocked when he found his father badly beaten due to the demon magic. Since that moment, he made a vow that demon magic would never touch him or his family. Fueled by rage, David makes sure to protect his daughters from his wrath, as he claims that bad things happen with magic. Sadly, he can't control everything as he kicked out his first born, Kayla due to spending time with their grandfather learning demon magic. Soon enough Kayla becomes head of the household as she is left with five attractive incubi to take care of and her innocent sister, Mika.

Word Count: 942

Trigger Warning: Past memory are in italics while song lyrics are in bold

Previously... 

Damien opens his eyes as he looks to James with a hopeful gaze, “What are we going to do Reastreo?”

Before James could answer him, the wind started to pick up, as they could feel the powerful magic in the air as it swirls around the girl. They all hear a haunting dark melody that comes off the lake as they turn to the dome to notice Kayla singing this chant. As she sings the words become darker as her voice becomes more demonic with every word that passes. The inside of the dome is covered with dark demon symbols as they glow white with the melody that the girl is singing.

Wither and decay

End this destiny

Break these earthly chains

And set the spirit free

Take what has been hurt

Grant them no mercy (ah, ah, ah, ah)

Bend and break the reigns

And set the spirit free

The spirit free

Wither and decay

End this destiny

Break these earthly chains

And set the spirit free

Take what has been hurt

Grant them no mercy (ah, ah, ah, ah)

Bend and break the reigns

And set the spirit free

The spirit free

They all watch in horror as the dome goes clear to see the demon talking to Kayla.

He is inching towards her as she backs up in fear of him. Sam snarls as terror takes over his face to see Samuels large black slimed hand trailing down her arm while his other hand caresses her neck to forcefully make her to look into his soulless eyes.

She blinked. Then blinked again. Then, one last time, for good measure, they both blinked staring at each other.

“You’re not real.” Kayla swallowed the lump in her throat as she studders out, “What do you want with me?” Samael stalks towards her with a sickening grin.

“No, I’m not,” Samael drawled out. “But you’re going to wish I were. I can do so much more to you and your loved ones now that I’m in your mind.”

But his fingers, trailing along her arm, seemed so real as his large black slimed hand caresses her neck as he forces her to look into his soulless eyes.

She is silently hoping that her knight is going to save her as she can only hear her desperate screams and Samaels crackling echo around the dome.

"Please, someone, anyone save me from this monster." She pleads in her mind, hoping that Damien can her call.

“Aomaris! You need to save her! She’s scared, alone, and worst of all, she with that Samael asshole! If you don’t stop her now, he’s never going to let her mind go!”

Damien can hear her screams as he suddenly gasps and falls down covering his ears in pain.

“Izroul!” They boys chant as they surround him with worry, with the little strength he has left he grabs the closest thing he could. Sam’s suit collar as he pulls him in hard.

His grip is loose at the end of his plead as he sternly nods at his brother as he stands with a new purpose. Before he could begin, he was stopped to meet James angry scowl head on.

“Izroul. Are you sure that Aomaris is the one to break her out?” He questions the youngest before closing his eyes and sighing to deal with his brother’s nonsense plan, “If you do this Sam, we need a plan, you can’t go in there without a plan. We don’t know how much power Samael has and how much damage Kayla can do in this state. Please listen to me!” James golden eyes were present as he was trying to warn his brother, but Sam couldn’t care as flared his own golden gaze to tell James to back off. The one he loved was going to be lost forever and not even James could stop him.

“Sam! Are you crazy!” James shouts as he places a had on his chest to stop him.

His breathing is rapid as he tries so hard to not break into his demon form but its too late.

“I can’t control this anymore!” He screams as his fancy suit is ripped to pieces on the ground to show his perfectly toned body breathing heavily as the green lineage marks wrapped around him which were shinning in his anger. His horns were visible as he stalks towards James to grab his suit collar and lift him up. His nostrils flared as James had no reaction towards Sam as he just glared and waited for him to speak.

“I have a plan, Its my plan.  You and whatever army you have is not going to stop me. Let me go Reastreo.” He snarls out as he glares at the clear dome with determination.  

“I don’t want to lose you Sam! You guys are all I have left!” James pleads as he grips Sam’s forearm.

“I lost her once. I'm not going to lose her again!" he snarls at him as James notices that Sam really cares about Kayla, he wants her to be safe. Despite his brash thinking Sam is scared to lose her, he has a small glimmer of fear that he won’t save her in time.

James gives Sam a brotherly pat on the back causing the incubus to glare at him. He rolls his eyes as he’s probably going to get another lecture, but what surprised him was what he said next.

“Sam, I know I can’t stop you,” James sighed at him with a roll of his eyes, “please be safe.” He pleads with Sam. He watches him nod in a response which made James feel more easier about his plan.

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The Temptations of My Family

Part 3

Story Summary: Sometimes all connections soon break eventually. Harold Anderson the CEO of Anderson Toy Factory had a secret, he sold his own soul to study and perfect demon magic. It soon took all of his free time studying the effects of the magic leaving their son, David to grow up without a father figure. When David was a small boy he was shocked when he found his father badly beaten due to the demon magic. Since that moment, he made a vow that demon magic would never touch him or his family. Fuelled by rage, David makes sure to protect his daughters from his wrath, as he claims that bad things happen with magic. Sadly, he can't control everything as he kicked out his first born, Kayla due to spending time with their grandfather learning demon magic. Soon enough Kayla becomes head of the household as she is left with five attractive incubi to take care of and her innocent sister, Mika.

Word Count: 2,173

Trigger Warning: Past is in italics

Its been a couple of minutes since Mika stormed back inside the party, leaving Kayla alone to gather her thoughts. Her fists were balled up as her heavy breathing was the only thing that was keeping her warm as the cold breeze whistled through the night. She shook her head as she should have known that Mika is going to be innocent with everything going around her, she was pleasing father because she is scared to follow her own dream. To see Harold Anderson’s Toy Company, fail.  She shudders as she try’s to ground herself as she lifts her hands up to view a large black ball that was circulating with dark demon magic in her right hand. She was so focused during the fight that she couldn’t hold back her magic.

Her angry expression soon turned into fear as she was muttering to herself. “No, no, no, no. Not now! I don’t need this!” She is pacing on the grass as she was so focused on her hand that she didn’t see Sam observing her from the back deck afar.

He stood on the deck overlooking and overhearing everything. The breeze was allowing the incubi inside to control his rage energy on Mika. He could understand Kayla’s anger at her sister for taking her fathers side, what really ticks him off is that Mika believes in this so-called curse. He rolls his eyes at the thought as he notices a small form become closer. He looks to see a pissed off Mika as she glared back at Sam when her shoes clunk on the wooden floor.

“Tch. Daddy’s girl.” Sam scowls at her as she bumps into his shoulder on purpose.

He pretends not to notice her presence as she stops at the glass door to put herself back together. She grabs a tissue out of her bag as she cleans herself up. After five minutes, she sighs before taking a deep breath and opening the door. She walks in with her head held high as Sam gave a disapproving smirk after the door closed. It takes a second for Sam to let his golden eyes go back to his normal forest green colour as he sighs and starts to walk towards Kayla. He’s hoping to be her so-called knight. This time he will be the one to make her feel better, not like James.

Kayla was so lost in the moment that it wasn’t until she could feel the grass move from someone approaching her as her senses were improved from her studies. Sam sighed when she didn’t even look up to see his face, he decided to be playful to let his large black shoes hit her small silver flats.

“Doofus..” Sam trailed off as he tried his best to comfort her, “Is everything alight?” his forest green eyes met her beautiful brown ones as he carefully touched her face, rubbing it as she was hesitant to lean into his touch.

“Is everything alright!” she yells dramatically at the sky, “No, Sam! Everything is terrible!” she spat back pulling away from him, “Mika thinks that she all that but she so clueless to see that father is manipulating her! He is using his own fear of misunderstanding demon magic to persuade Mika to follow her like a lost puppy! He’s using her to his advantage and what was worse that he belittled me next to the company big wigs!” she went on a rampage not caring as they were on a small patch of grass away from the company that is facing the quiet lake front.

As Sam watched her pace back and forth he noticed that with every insult that she was throwing towards her father and sister that her long straight brown hair started turning pitch black. Strand by strand until it started to float on its own. He could feel some sort of dark demon magic encasing her form almost as if she didn’t see it. He tired to reach her, to calm her down but when he saw her brown eyes turn black and a large clear dome encased her and growing towards him. He started to panic as his only mode of defence was to scream her name in hopes that she would snap out of it but to no avail. He ran inside the factory to get James since he studied dark demon magic in the past and he needed help, even if he needed it or not.

Inside the dome, Kayla could feel her form drop into something cruel, dark as the magic circled around her outfit to change into a black short dress with white demon symbols encasing the dress. She is screaming for help, but she only hears her echo’s that surround her. She falls down towards the grass as she desperately trying to fight this thing. She cowers at the edge of the dome as she sees the demon in dripping black smirking down at her. She remembers that the last time this happened was with her grandfather and she hurt him. Kayla swore that she would never use this magic again, but it was like it had a mind of its own.

Soon enough, Sam got James to come outside to witness what he saw; Sam was running so fast that as he stumbled when he reached James carrying a plate of drinks. He was going to scold him but with the look of fear on his face, James asked him what was wrong. They stopped on the deck to see the impossible, Kayla was singing a dark melody as everything the dome touched started to die on its own command. The dome was still intact as James just stood still for a moment taking everything in. He then turned to Sam with an angry scowl on his face.

“Sam! What happened! Is that really Kayla inside that dome causing this!” he barked as Sam tried to defend himself.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but she was really pissed off and then that thing!” he pointed to the dome as it continued to cause damage, “It took a hold of her whole spirit, it was really scary man!”

James sighed as he took a scan of his surroundings, “Come on! We need to get everyone! We need to stop this thing before anyone says anything.” He rolled up his sleeves as he and Sam took off back inside the part to grab his brothers before running towards the lake where the dome was taking Kayla.

By the time they reached her they were miles away from the party as they all were catching their breath. There feet were clunking on the wooden boards as they were on a dock. Damien was the first to recover as he used his mind reading to see what was going on within her head. Sam’s eyes narrowed as he could see the black dome almost in reach of him. In that moment, he wanted to hold her, be her knight in shinning armour. He didn’t care about his brothers, or hell even himself. He vowed that his will do anything in his power to save her. He heard Damien gasp quietly as his brothers all turned towards the youngest as he was receiving a direct memory from her past. His brothers nodded to each other before they all held hands as they were transported to a new location.

The boys all land inside the mansion to see Harold in all of his glory as they figure that they were in a basement of some kind. His salt and pepper hair was still shinning as if it was the first time that saw him. Standing beside Harold was a younger version of Kayla. Her soft brown waves framed her face as she was looking with a curious eye as she was in her lesson. The boys looked confused as to what was going on, but they were broken from their thoughts as Harold was parsed facts about the demon chemical that was in front of them.  

“Now this chemical here my young apprentice is very dangerous, if you even think about a bad thought or action towards any living thing the demon Samael will come and take over your body.” Harold warns her.

“So,” Kayla looks back at him, “What makes this Samael guy so bad?” she questioned him as she tilts her head to the side.

Harold sighed as he explained, “Samael, or he is better known as the Grim Reaper... He is a fallen angel that fell from heaven that takes pride on his ability to seduce anyone, accuse anyone, and when he is provoked he can destroy people and turn them against each other. He has no boundaries and he usually gets what he wants.”  

“That sounds terrible! Why would the demon world have a chemical that would do that?” she slams her hands down on the table as she backs away, almost in fear of the object. Harold tries to calm her down as he heard something crash at the far end.

“The demon world can be a dangerous place; their magic can be full of wonders.” Harold quickly grew a beautiful pink rose in his hands, to show the beauty that magic can hold despite her fear. “This magic in the wrong hands can cause destruction, terror, and fear.” Looking down again, the once beautiful pink rose that was full of life was wilting away. Tar black was dripping onto his hands as he could feel another presence in the room. He shook his head at the thought as he guided the girl back towards the table to witness someone standing at the far end. Without missing a beat, Harold quickly threw the chemicals as he told Kayla to hide in the corner as he took care of the intruder. She could hear the screams as they echoed around the stone walls in pain. He suited up as he was ready to face whatever got down there, but his granddaughter poked her head out see the intruder laughing as he walked around like he owned the place.

Standing in the dark corner of the room the demon steps forward into the dim light as Kayla notices his long slender fingers covered in a black like tar substance. Black markings surround him as his curved horns glimmer in the light. She could sense his nightmarish magic around the room as his red menacing orbs glance around the room. She couldn’t lie as his magic is wickedly powerful as she held onto the table in the corner for dear might.  His laugh is heartless as he sets his gaze onto Harold as he takes his stride to face him head on.

“Well, well, well, is this how you welcome an old friend? By blinding them. Harold you have become weak. You didn’t even sense my presence before it was too late.” He fiddles with his markings as he dismisses his hand from him, “Anyways, it’s been a long time, since I have seen your face old friend. Time hasn’t been the nicest towards you has it?” Samael coldly states as he sighs around the room, “Ah! Still using this old shit.” He laughs as he purposefully tosses the many test tubs and beakers on the floor causing an explosion.

Harold sighs as he casts a quick clean up spell to clear the area, “Are you finished?” He asked in annoyance as he raised his eyebrows at the demon.

Samael chuckled as he rounded the next corner to see a trembling Kayla with her brown eyes staring wide at him as she has never seen a real demon up close before. Harold snarls at him as he get closer to her. He would never forgive himself if anyone in his family got hurt because of his hobby.

“Don’t you touch her! Samael your fight is with me remember!?” He yells as he stalks his prey.

“Oh,” his gross tar filled fingers ran through the girl’s soft brown hair as he sighed at the touch, “You have a lot of unreleased anger, have you?” She nods at his words as if he was controlling her, “Well, with my help we are going to take that anger out in a very fun way.” He gives her a sadistic smile as he continues, “We are going to have some fun together you and me. Okay sweetness.” He cooed at her head nodding as he was able to cast his spell to invade her mind with nothing but a simple touch and sweet words.

Samael was grinning like a mad man as he was able to see Kayla’s whole life in front of him. Every core memory from when she was small to a growing young woman that she was today. He smirked as he finally had a human to explore his power on others.    

Damien opens his eyes as he looks to James with a hopeful gaze, “What are we going to do Reastreo?”

[speedybooksandcreativeheaven]

The Temptations of My Family

Part 2

Story Summary: Sometimes all connections soon break eventually. Harold Anderson the CEO of Anderson Toy Factory had a secret, he sold his own soul to study and perfect demon magic. It soon took all of his free time studying the effects of the magic leaving their son, David to grow up without a father figure. When David was a small boy he was shocked when he found his father badly beaten due to the demon magic. Since that moment, he made a vow that demon magic would never touch him or his family. Fuelled by rage, David makes sure to protect his daughters from his wrath, as he claims that bad things happen with magic. Sadly, he can't control everything as he kicked out his first born, Kayla due to spending time with their grandfather learning demon magic. Soon enough Kayla becomes head of the household as she is left with five attractive incubi to take care of and her innocent sister, Mika.

Word Count: 2,955

Trigger Warning: Small sibling fights and family troubles with David and Kayla

AN: Italics are flash backs

The next day the girls, especially Mika never thought that she see the Anderson Toy Factory all decked out for this private party that father invited them too. She wore a simple yet elegant blue and black dress that was fitted to show off her femininity. Her shoes matched her outfit as her heels clicked on the marble floor as she looked up to notice the fancy black and white decorations perfectly centred around the room. Her sister, Kayla wore some simple black slacks with a fancy white blouse that showed off some tasteful cleavage. The incubi wore their fancy suits that they used for when they played their servants. They were behind the girls as they gaze around the room to hear some live classical music flow through the room. Sam scoffed as they entered the lobby of the company to notice the beautiful white marble echo as they walked across it. He made sure to stand behind Kayla so that if anything would happen to her he would be able to pull her behind him. Her flowing brown hair was tied into a beautiful French braid as Erik was getting into hair and wanted to do the ‘princess’ hair.

They all manage to make their way towards the ballroom which was where the party was being held. As they enter, their ears picked up beautiful layers of violins, cellos, and pianos surrounded the group which created a romantic feeling in the large space. As they waited to be seated, Kayla was swaying to the tones as she thought that no one was watching her, but Sam smirked while blushing seeing her hips slowly move to the sounds. He had to control the urge to take her right then and there as James noticed and smacked him upside the head. James golden glow was enough for Sam to scowl but before he was going to say a remark he was stopped when many uptight, old businessmen, and women stopped to look at the group entering the prestige space. They looked like a deer in the headlights as Mika pulls them along so that they don’t cause a seen. As they were moving, they heard a loud shout as the girls turned and their faces paled as they were met with an angry David. His intimidating gaze while clapping his large hands was enough for Kayla to die right there. When he spoke, they could all hear the disapproving tone that left his lips.

David quickly grabs Mika’s left arm to drag her off to talk with the businessmen in the corner while muttering a quick, “You’re late!” He yelled at me while he sighed at Mika, “Come with me. At least you are both here now.”

“Kayla!” he barks, “Go drop off your servants! God! Do I have to do everything!” he rolled his eyes as the small girl as she grunted in response while Mika shrugged her shoulders while she was swept off her feet by our father.

Following the direct order, she turned to the boys as she quickly walked them towards the party staff at the back of the ballroom as she was muttering a quick, ‘I’m sorry’ towards them as she pushes them inside. She then turned on her heel back to the commotion while the boys stood still as hot plates of food and people racing around them. They all look to each other as they were unsure what to do. After some time and direction from the staff, James clapped his hands to get his brothers attention as they started to help prepare for the party. He heard Sam scoff under his breath as he was placing small pieces of cheese on a metal platter. James chuckled to himself at his brother’s temper as he pours out a very expensive red and white wines in little wine glasses. He looks at the label as he puts in a mental note to pick up some for himself and Kayla. He found the girls very interesting creatures as he always loved to study the human emotions. Since coming to the human world, Kayla has been a great help with teaching them about human customs. Demon culture and human culture are completely different as Kayla would have group lessons that would teach them in more detail. She was very knowledgeable as James couldn’t help but stare at her as she would be in her lecture mode. He couldn’t lie as he wanted the girl for himself. Her intelligence, beauty and the ability to manage his brothers.

As Sam was scrabbling to hurry up his mind couldn’t wonder towards her. She has been kind to him and his brothers with letting them stay. She was always there to help his brothers, as much as he didn’t want her help. He would always push her away from him as he viewed himself as a monster, someone who couldn’t be loved. She was able to deal with his mood swings when she was teaching the younger incubi and himself how to read and write. He sighs at the memory when she would drag him around despite his protests, when he got paired with her to do chores inside and outside the home. Sometimes he glances as her soft hand as it would hit his large rough one when they were walking. She would blush due to the contact and turn away playing with her hair as he would smirk at her form. The more Sam and his brothers were living with the girls the more his emotions would get in his way of Kayla. Sam takes a long glance at James as he was the spitting image of a gentlemen. He didn’t mind showing his affections for her which pissed him off. Whenever she was in pain, boom, he was right there to comfort her with encouraging words and long hugs. He was smitten with her, but he knew that James wanted her too. He glared at his older brother as he noticed his staring and gave a rougher glare back. This means war! He thought as they both nodded in agreement with no words left to say.

He was broken out of his thoughts when he heard the said brother yelling at him to also grab a plate of expensive wine to carry out for the rich asses. He sighed as he put on his best fake servant smile and pushed open the doors to await the crowd. Soon enough, Kayla saw the incubi come out of the back with large serving plates that are carrying full of exotic wines, and fancy cheeses. She breathed out a simple mouthed thank you while James noticed and winked at her causing Sam to growl under his breath while she simply blushed in return.

Mika was taken away from all of the action with the boys as she hoped that Kayla would be able to handle their roommates. Before she could udder a single sentence she was shaking hands with the Vice President of the company. She quickly brushed off those thoughts as she held a firm grip with the man. She could feel her fathers pride boast around them. The Vice President, Randy, was an older gentleman with black short hair and green eyes. He knew their grandfather personally as Harold would talk about his son and granddaughters often enough.  He then turned to see David, with a stern smile on his face as he nodded his head back.

“Nice to see you again, David, Mika.” He greets the two as he glances around the room to hopefully see the other granddaughter but to no avail.

“Where’s Kayla?” he questioned David as his forest eyes quickly scan to see her in the corner, ‘Pitiful’ he cursed under his breath.

“Oh, she couldn’t make it.” He quickly lied as Mika was about to say something he jabbed her with his elbow when no one was paying attention.    

Before Randy could continue the conversation an older woman approached the group as she smiled towards Mika in amazement.

“Oh wow! I can’t believe its really you!” she beamed as Mika stood unsure about her intentions, “Isn’t it true that you are the youngest women to take over as an official CEO for Anderson Toys?”

“Well, I-I” She was stunned as she really wanted to save the company. She wanted to explore her life, not have someone run it for her. Everything in her body was trying to tell her to say ‘Yes’ but she wasn’t moving.  

“What’s going to happen to the company since your grandfathers passing?” Mika scoffed under her breath at the grandfather mention, he was only Harold to her.

Soon enough Mika was being picked and prodded at with so many questions that she started to become uneasy as she was stumbling on her answers.

“What kinds of new polices are you going to imply to help start off the year?”

“Do you have any college plans?” They pester her as she glances for anyone to get her out of this situation.

Another question was shot before she had time to answer the first. Great.  She looked extremely worried that her father was going to see her mess this up. Soon enough she was broken from her mind when their fathers deep low voice was ringing in her ear.

“Dear, they asked you a question.”

“Oh, right. Sorry about that.” She sighed as she mouthed, ‘I’m sorry father.’ She took a deep breath before continued.

On the other end of the room we see Kayla leaning against the wall as she was playing with her outfit while becoming upset viewing the action from afar. She stole some of the wine from James’s and Sam’s plates despite their protests as she drank freely. She scoffed as her father lied that she wasn’t even here! Randy was one of grandfather’s longest friends and he knew the girls well. They connected eyes as she saw that he straight up lied! She was fuming with rage, and what really got her is that her poor sister had to play along! She was stumbling and fumbling on her words as she had to sit there and watch! She tore her gaze away from the small group as she had enough! The rest of the boys noticed her feelings as the night went on. Matthew and especially Damien made sure to let James know since he was the eldest, he would know what to do. Later in the evening, Mika was free from her fathers grasp as she went to find Kayla. She was worried when she saw her walk away from the wall. She looked all over until she saw broken glass on the ground that was leading outside. Her eyes picked up as she just stands there with her mouth open.

“Yo! Close your mouth, you’ll catch files.” Sam spoke as he used his white gloved hand to close her gaping mouth. James sighed as he approached the two.

“Sam,” he said sternly as he turned his head to see the broken glass. Before Mika could ask James answered for her, “Yes, she has been drinking.” He closes his eyes in shame as Sam started to walk over towards the couple when he pipped up, “Of course she had to drink! Do you see the way your father treats her! He lied to that man that she wasn’t even here, and you played along!” he pointed an accusing finger towards her as his harsh glare intimidated her.  

Mika just stood there, in fear of the man but she sighed as she knew that Sam was right, “Look, I’m sorry. I had to play along. Kayla and father never got along ever since Harold’s death.” She sighed as she played with her black hair, “Father wants me to save the company and with Kayla running it, father said that she will ruin the plans!”

Sam and James looked to each other with raised eyebrows at the words ‘Save the company’ as they knew the truth. He could tell that Sam was really pissed at Mika as he was about to tear her a new one, but James held onto his rage as he nodded towards Sam to go calm down as he gripped the tablecloth a bit too tight.

He nodded back at his brother as he walked away leaving the two of them alone. James took a deep breath as he glanced through the patio and then back to her.

“Mika, you can still apologize to her. Tell her what you really feel.” He picked up his and Sam’s trays as he left.

Mika sighs as she takes a step outside to overlook the scenery. The night sky casts down on the lake water, showing its calm and steady motions. The cool breeze relaxes her as it creates a beautiful melody in the air as she covers her arms around herself as she shivered due to the sudden shift in temperature. She walks towards the dock where she notices more broken glass that leads down creating a path of mistakes. She lets out a hopeful sigh when she sees her drunk stumbling sister pacing at the end of the dock, muttering to herself as she didn’t notice the black sparks of magic coming out of her hands. The figure slowly turned around to see Mika as she snarled as she came closer concerned for her well-being.

“Kayla!?” she panicked, “Are you drunk?”

“No! Mika, god!” Kayla yelled as she giggled, “I need to have something to drink while I watch you fail in there! There was only wine, so I took it!”

“That was the wine that father bought for the toast!” she looked at her sister with worry.

Kayla brushed it off as she stumbled closer, “Well, if he wants it back, tell him to drink my piss!” she started to laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world.

Mika sighed, she needed to get her sober before father find out, grabbing her hand she starts to move towards the building.

“Come on you! We need to get you sober before father comes looking for us or even worse Randy.”

At the mention on his name, Kayla stood her ground as her eye twitched in annoyance. Mika quickly turned around to see her eyes slant down towards the ground.  

“If you would have not kept your mouth shut, then he’d still- he’d still be here! This is all your fault!” Kayla grunts at her

“Who are you taking about? How, is this my fault?” she responded angerly at the crazed accusation.

“I’m taking about Harold you idiot! You stood there and went along with David’s plan! Randy was looking for me, you asshole! You went along with the lie and I could have helped you!” she sneers as she pushes her shoulder as she storms away into the night as her magic is getting harder to hide. Mika stumbles as she catches up towards her sister.

“Can’t you see! Father has you wrapped around his finger!? He wants you to believe his lies, so that you can fix his problem with his father using demon magic! This has nothing to do with you taking over! They are all lies, by the way! He made sure that I was disowned from the family. Right after he threw out all of my magic shit! That is why a year ago I was living under Harold’s care! You are so stupid to believe anything he says! I was tossed aside from the family, forgotten, to only have him to comfort me during those hard times! You know nothing!”

Mika started to get angry as her sister was drunk and not making any sense, her green eyes widened as she didn’t know that father kicked her out because of her magic. He told her that she broke a rule and he had to deal with it. She never knew the feelings that her sister had to manage alone.

"Liar! All you do is lie to my face! Father is telling the truth! You and Harold are the same, using demon magic to step all over the hard-working people like father said! You should have never got involved with magic! That was his one rule! I can follow the rules, unlike some people.” She scoffed as Kayla got nose to nose with her.

“Oh yes! Little miss fucking perfect! You always want to impress Daddy so much, why not you just fuck him already and get it over with.” She spat as she raised her hands up in exaggeration.

“I’m – I’m not in love with-” she didn’t let her finish as she was slowly losing control.

“Oh please, you do whatever he says, when he says it. I’m surprised that you want to run the company, Oh, wait! I know why, it’s because you can’t say no to his demands! By the way this company is not cursed like you says it is, its cursed because of ‘him’!” Kayla smirks as Mika was taken back from her words. She lowered her head as it was deathly silent for a couple of minutes before she lifted her head and squared her eyes. Mika wanted to have the last word.

“Fine! It’s true I can’t say no but I believe in father. I’m going to prove it to you and make sure that everyone sees that I am the best! I can help him remove this cursed company and then I’ll be handing it over to father himself to make clean from his stretch!” Mika turned on her heel as she stormed back inside away leaving Kayla to let her words sink in.