As You Wish - A Seduce Me the Otome Fic

As You Wish






Seduce Me







'Pink carries with it the connotation of grace and elegance, as well as sweetness and poetic romance. Purple has a traditional association with royalty, while the white represents unity, virtue, and the pureness of true love. Red represents true love.'

She shut the hardcover book and gently set it down back onto the desk as her wide amber eyes gazed out of the window into the garden, next to the other books that littered the surface of the desk, including the mysterious journal of Harold Anderson. For a moment, she slid it toward her again, flipping through the pages, her eyes scanning each odd symbol and small written paragraph, but her mind was too distracted. She couldn't help but think of the rose. There were bushes of roses that lined the large wooden fence and around the gazebo, along with plenty of other types of flowers that were grown by her grandfather when he was alive. So many emotions swirled within her as she had thought about the funeral, it seemed so long ago and yet almost like yesterday. It was painful to think about, so she thought about him. Her thoughts always ended up tracing back to him these days. Cassidy Anderson had gotten used to living in the estate left to her, and it had been so much easier with her new group of friends around to distract her. Her eyes flickered back over to the single rose that had been left on the dining room table with a neatly written note, not even signed.

Living with five incubi was quite an interesting experience for the young high school student, but she had grown to care for them despite their fantasy background, though it was still a difficult reality to grasp. She had seen it first hand after the housewarming party; people with red skin and pointed ears, it was so convincing to her, like second nature now. Cassidy Anderson had snooped around in her grandfathers' study and opened that magic book, she couldn't help but be drawn to its aura after laying her large amber eyes upon it. She was quickly snapped from her thoughts when she had heard the door open slowly behind her, and Cassidy smiled when she saw Damien smiling.

"Good morning, I was a little worried when I didn't find you in your room," he said quietly, his eyes stared down to the floor, then flickered back up to her face. He was the youngest out of the group of brothers and the kindest. As he entered the room, his light copper bangs hung low on his face, covering his Indigo colored eyes glittering in the early sunlight.

Cass gave a small yawn and turned to him as she stood from her chair. "I'm sorry, I was wide awake quite early this morning, and I didn't want to wake you, boys." She replied and pushed her hair from her face. "I didn't mean to worry you." She placed the book back into the desk drawer and closed it absentmindedly, not giving another thought about the strange writings that were within.

Damien just laughed and looked at the young woman with a kind smile. "Of course, you're safe and that's what matters. James and Matthew have already started on breakfast if you're hungry." He walked a little forward toward Cassidy and offered his hand, willing to escort her downstairs.

The girl smiled and nodded her head as she looped her arm with his, but she couldn't help but look back at the rose once again before closing the door behind them. They made their way down the large staircase making small talk, which Damien loved to do. He told her that he would learn a lot during their conversations, so she would speak with him as much as she could. Damien to her was like the big brother she never had, and Cassidy would do anything in her power to help him. She was like that with all of the boys, even Sam. She was smacked with the heavy scent of foods being cooked, and it was such an overwhelming feeling. The thought of breakfast almost made her drool, but she straightened her posture before greeting the boys and walked into the dining area.

Sam was sitting with his feet resting on another chair, Erik was leaned back on the opposite side of the table, reading. His purple eyes caught sight of the duo, and he immediately set the book down and stared up at Cassidy. "Well good morning, princess. Seems that you disappeared and gave the household quite a scare. Very naughty." He wagged his finger at her, and she just chuckled as she sat at the head of the table.

"I already apologized to Damien, so I'm sorry. I may as well apologize to everyone while I'm at it." She bound her wavy hair into a messy ponytail to remove the loose strands from her face, then she looked over at the quiet incubus to resume their conversation. "I guess I should have left a note." She laughed.

Damien nodded his head and sat back in his chair. "I think so." He agreed with a smirk. "But it's not a problem, honestly."

That comment made Sam turn his head and peek over his shoulder. He ran his fingers through his sandy brown hair as he looked straight at the young woman. "Well, you did worry us to death you know, doofus. You should think before you do something." His green eyes slightly glared over at Cassidy, which made her feel worse about it, and Damien glared at him in return.

"Stop it, Sam," he said firmly, "she apologized to us."

The girl remained quiet as she stared at the wooden table, afraid to even look back at Sam's disapproving face. She then heard the brute quickly stand up and growl as she stormed out of the room, though Erik called to him. The flirt across the table just gave a sigh and shrugged his shoulders.

"Ah well, I figured he would make the situation a lot more complicated. I'm sorry, princess. You should just ignore him, he'll cool down in a bit," Erik huffed and waved his hand a bit dramatically, "he always does."

Cassidy smiled faintly as she brought her gaze to Erik's, but she wouldn't allow the third brother to get away with his attitude. Cassidy never really stood up for herself, but when Sam came around, he would always pick on her and make her feel like an idiot. Cass cleared her throat and swiftly stood from her seat. "Excuse me, I'll be right back." Without waiting to hear any words from the other two brothers, she left through the double doors and looked around for Sam. She listened for a moment and heard footsteps on the second floor, so she was about to run up the stairs until a hand caught her wrist gently, giving her a fright. Her large eyes looked over to see James, his gentle face staring down at her with a pleading expression. His bright whiskey eyes stared down at her with such warmth.

"Miss, I would leave him be right now, he needs time to relax," James warned. "I just don't want you becoming even more upset than you already are, and he usually has a way of making things worse." His eyes looked up to the second-floor balcony and huffed in irritation. "I'm sorry, forgive me," he said weakly.

Cassidy looked at him and smiled, letting her hand reach out and gently placed it on his hand, much to his surprise. "Thank you, James," she said simply. Cassidy wanted to say more, but she decided against it, and then dropped her hand to her side.

The eldest incubus cleared his throat and laughed nervously. "Well no matter, breakfast is ready when you are." His eyes lingered on her face for a moment, the air around them tense and slightly awkward. Cass bit her bottom lip as she looked away with a light blush on her cheeks.

The two had entered the dining area, where the boys were already eating, and they smiled with their faces stuffed. James pulled out the chair for the girl, and she nodded with a smile as she made her place once again at the table. "Sorry about that guys," she said uneasily. She reached for her fork and immediately stabbed it in her small pile of scrambled eggs.

"Again, no reason to apologize," Damien answered as he wiped his mouth on a napkin. "We all know how to deal with Sam, you're still getting used to it, even though it's something you shouldn't have to deal with. It's just his way to cope, I suppose."

Matthew burst in with a platter of select foods, his smile wide as he placed it down in the center of the table. "Eat up! And we all know he can be a stubborn ass, it's just Sam." His mop of black hair was pulled back so as to not get any in the food, but it released into a fluff once he had pulled out the hair tie. Cassidy laughed quietly to herself.

"It's no excuse for acting like such a brute," James responded as he placed a full glass of milk beside Cassidy's plate. He sighed irritably and offered the girl a smile. "Again, we're sorry. But in all honesty, his anger has slightly subsided since coming here to the human world, if you can believe it."

Cassidy remained silent as she ate her food, which was incredibly delicious. She had lived with some rather talented men, she had to admit. After she had finished eating, she decided to join their conversation and tried to shake off the sad feeling Sam had given her, though she would definitely have a chat with him later. She had laughed and listened intently as the boys shared stories of themselves back in their world, and Cass couldn't help but be in awe of the differences their world held compared to the one she was so used to. It would be silly of her to say she would love to see it one day, but the way they had spoken about their home was enchanting. While she looked around the table at their expressions, she could tell that they still believed coming to the human world was the best thing they had decided to do.

After about an hour of conversation, James quickly stood after staring wide-eyed at his watch. "I must do the dishes, I didn't realize how late it was!" He chuckled, then he began to gather the dirty dishes from the table, including Sam's full plate. Cassidy stood up and grabbed a few dishes in front of her and looked over at the eldest.

"I'll help as well," she offered, leaving no room for discussion about it, making James just sigh with a defeated smile. Cassidy walked around the table and grabbed what she could, then passed Erik to get into the kitchen, following close behind the taller incubus. He rolled up his sleeves and removed his watch as he began to ready the hot water, and Cassidy placed the dirty plates beside his as she readied herself to help. "Alright, would you want to rinse or dry?" She asked happily, thinking about the fact that the two would be alone together for a bit. His eyes looked toward her and he smiled.

"Honestly, miss, you don't have to help," he replied gently.

"But I want to. I didn't ask you guys to be my slaves, I only asked for help around the place." She reminded him. "It is my home after all and my responsibility. It's the least I could do." With that, James turned to her and stared at her for a moment with interest, saying nothing. "Also, you can call me Cassidy. 'Miss' is so formal, we're friends now, right?"

"As you wish, Cassidy." He said warmly, his voice lower and more enticing.

As the sun began to set on the warm spring evening, a shy image of the moon could be seen in the sky. Cassidy walked outside into the yard down the cobblestone walkway, making her way to throw out the garbage. She saw movement in her peripheral vision, so she curiously turned toward it and noticed it was Sam. He didn't come back into their company all day, which meant he was still pissed, most likely. Cass couldn't just let the feeling sit, so she dropped the bag and jogged up toward the incubus.

"Sam! Hey, Sam," she called for his attention, waving her hand to grab his interest. He looked up at her as he popped an earbud out of his ear, looking stone-faced. She stopped just a few feet from him and kept a slight distance, not wanting to upset him more. "Sam, you were right, and I'm sorry. I'm just not used to living with people like you guys, you know, people who care." She shifted her weight and scratched the side of her head, averting her gaze from his, afraid of how he was looking at her. "So, please forgive me, I really don't want you to be mad..." Did she need his approval? Yes, she did. She had come to care a great deal for these strange men, and they had obviously cared for her, too.

To Cassidy's surprise, Sam walked off without even saying anything in return. He stalked off toward the mansion's door and swung it open with force. Cassidy flinched as she stood there in the dusty pinks and purples of the evening sky, feeling even worse than she had earlier. James was right; she should have just left it alone.

She decided to linger behind and take her time throwing out the trash, so she occupied herself by looking at the garden again like she did almost every day. She had recalled a time her grandfather had brought her over to help him plant a new section of flowers, the bleeding hearts. She adored those, despite the name they had been given. They were still there, growing strong and blooming beautifully beside the back porch. It brought a smile to her face and a stray tear to her eye. She truly missed Harold, so very much. A slight burst of a breeze startled Cassidy out of her memories, so she thought it was best to get back inside.

Sam was nowhere in sight, neither were the others, so they must have gone to bed? She turned to lock the door and shut the small window curtain, but was surprised to see James standing on the bottom step that led to the second floor. "Cassidy, I was beginning to wonder where you had gotten off to again, you have quite the habit of disappearing." His voice was calm, and it offered so much to her, like a warm blanket on a cold day. It was something she couldn't help but love.

Cassidy nodded, keeping quiet as she tried her best not to let the Sam situation upset her further. James had detected her unease, so without hesitation, he was beside her with his arm draped over her shoulder. "Cassidy, look-"

She held up a hand and found it in her to smile up at him, her eyes glazed over with a shine. "It's fine, I'm just...not used to this yet. I will be. It's no excuse for him, I know, it's just that..." She trailed off, wondering if it would be even remotely appropriate to bring up the verbal abuse she suffered at the hands of her father. She had only known James for a few days, it wouldn't be wise to unload such family drama. And yet, his very presence had given her such a comfortable feeling, like she could tell him anything. Maybe she could. "I'm just tired, that's all," she lied.

It was as if he saw right through it, but he didn't push the topic further, so he gently squeezed her shoulder. "Let's get you to bed then, miss."

"Cassidy," she corrected with a smile.

"Cassidy," he repeated. She watched as his lips spoke her name, and it was like he had recited a prayer. It was something in his voice, she figured, that made her feel the way she did, like a sweet drug that flowed throughout her. He walked beside her as she began to ascend the stairs, feeling rather self-conscious as she could feel James close behind. It was unnerving, and her face felt extremely hot.

She had reached her room and with a shaking hand, opened the door, but she decided to turn to look at the tall incubus before receding into her room. "Thank you, James," she said quietly, "I appreciate everything you do here." Her hand gripped the doorknob tightly, hoping that the distraction of her whitening knuckles would keep her from staring too long.

James bowed his head slightly as he swept his arm toward her, grasping her free hand over so gently, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. Cassidy's eyes widened but she tried her best not to make it too obvious. "It's always a pleasure, miss." His voice was low and quiet, which only made Cassidy feel more awkward. He smiled at her once more before walking away, leaving the young woman in a flustered fit. She had forgotten about Sam's outburst, but she would deal with it in the morning.

Her night was filled with dreams of long-forgotten memories, and of course, beautiful flowers.