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Season of the Witch - Part One

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader, Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Danny always told you, you shouldn't play with things you don't fully understand. When trying your hand at magic, you accidentally summon something more than you bargained for. Now stuck, you try to find a way to rid yourself of him, but what if the only way of ridding yourself of him is dying?

Warnings: mentions of witchcraft, angst, slight physical altercation 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!

WC: 2128

Nothing your best friend Danny had told you stayed in your mind. You wanted revenge. You wanted your ex to hurt, the way he had hurt you. Was hurting you. Flaunting the girl he’d cheated on you with around town and all over social media like you weren’t posted on there barely two weeks ago. That was all gone. The carnival photos when he won you a stuffed bunny rabbit, the beach trip photos from your summer vacations together. Two years of holidays, birthdays, and special occasions, wiped from the timeline of history.

One morning, you’re out to brunch, giggling and flirting over mimosas, and by dinner, everything you’d left at his apartment was packed and in the trunk of your car as he told you ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ while his phone buzzed and a picture of another girl kept appearing on the screen.

“Don’t do anything with bad intentions.” Danny reminded you as he begrudgingly handed you his personal grimoire. You rolled your eyes as you took it, stuffing it into your bag. “I’m serious. The universe listens to everything, and sends back what you put out tenfold. This isn’t shit to play around with.”

“Okay mom.” you replied in a mocking tone.

“Hey.” Danny’s hand grabbed your upper arm, the cool metal of his rings chilling your skin. His hazel eyes bore down into yours as you glared at him. “I’m serious. Karma is real, and I don’t want you to do anything stupid.”

“I’m fine. I’m just going to do some protection sigils and need the book to make sure I do them right.” you rolled your eyes. Danny eyed you closely with disbelief, but ultimately let you go, letting you leave his home with some incense and sage, and a few crystals he believed would aid you in protecting your heart and soul.

You tossed it all immediately to the side when you got home, as you pulled out the book, flipping through the pages to find the one you saw long ago, when Danny first told you he was into witchcraft and showed you his little black spell book. You had laughed to yourself, flipping through it thinking it was going to be all Harry Potter-type charms and spells that would never work, but Danny explained to you that magic wasn’t like how it was in movies and on TV. It was more manifesting and energy than hocus pocus. You let him teach you a few things here and there, blowing cinnamon into your doorway for prosperity on the first of the month, how to properly ventilate a space that you’re cleansing to make sure you’re getting rid of negative energy the right way.

But tucked away in the back of the book were some pages of things he’d found online, and was too afraid to try. A banishing spell wouldn’t do much to your ex, freezing his name on a piece of paper in ice with the intention of him disappearing. He’d only disappear with that girl he was fucking while you picked out a new shower curtain for his bathroom, to live in bliss and completely forget how he fucked you over. You briefly wondered if there was a curse that would give him warts on his less than impressive dick.

The page you were looking for wasn’t there, tattered edges where it had been ripped from the binding. The curly haired fucker knew you better than anyone else.

“Dammit Danny!” you tossed the book across the room in anger, cursing the man under your breath. After a few moments, you pulled your laptop from the coffee table and into your lap, propping it open and clicking the internet browser icon furiously. Once you closed the twelve windows that opened in your rush, you pulled up a search engine, typing in ‘revenge spells’.

Scrolling through the results, you rolled your eyes at the dramatics of some of the sites, some were calling for you to collect your enemy’s tear drops, another for you to ritually sacrifice a small animal. Finally, you came across a simple, easy spell you could do. It instructed you to draw rune-like sigils on the ground, and to place something that bound you to the person you were trying to rid yourself of in the middle of them. You’d left the stuffed bunny at his place, not wanting to ever touch it again after it sat on the bed during his extracurricular activities. Glancing around you, tried to find something left of his, but you’d left no trace of him. That was what you thought, until you looked down at your hand, spotting the ring he’d given you on your three month anniversary. A small, black heart with gold filigree wound around it, and small cubic zirconia gems embedded in it, with one in the center.

Sliding it off the middle finger of your right hand, you set it in the middle of the floor, and stood up, going to the kitchen and grabbing the pencil you left by your notepad on the fridge for your grocery lists. You began drawing the sigils, scratching the pencil lead into the shitty, scuffed up wood flooring of your home. When that was complete, you gathered as many candles as you had, placing them evenly around the circle and lighting them. Once everything was ready, you repeated the incantation the website told you to three times.

“For the hurt you gave me, I pay it back twice. For the hurt you gave me, I pay it back thrice. For the hurt you gave me, I pay it all back.” you felt your anger boiling up inside you as you repeated, nearly shouting them on the last round, feeling the energy in the room shift. A gust of wind whipped around the room, blowing your hair into your face and snuffing out the candles. You noticed once they were out, the sunshine that was beaming through your windows was gone, the sky dark with storm clouds as thunder rumbled. Or what you thought was thunder.

The coffee table began to shake, the art on your walls rattling and you jumped, falling onto your bottom as your television stand quaked so much the TV fell forward, screen shattering to the floor. Your hands had risen to your face to protect your eyes from the glass shards, and when you lowered them, the shaking stopped. Your jaw dropped, a scream building but dying in your dry throat as you took in the vision before you.

A man stood in your living room, barefoot amongst the glass shards. His teeth were blindingly white as he grinned down at you, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. Two simple words were all it took for you to realize you’d made a big, huge mistake.

“You rang?”

You stared at the man in front of you, his charming, sly grin never wavering as you gawked at him in shock and fear. His frame was slender under the deep red suit jacket he wore, just a beaded harness underneath, a small gap of skin between the bottom and his matching red pants. But as he held out his arms to his sides, as if expecting a welcoming hug from you, you could see strong muscles flexing when he moved. His face was painted with a thin mustache, and small connecting goatee, letting his thick, long hair be the main focus. His eyes were dark, and the flickering of your lights made them appear more sinister than anything. After a few moments, he dropped his arms to his sides and huffed.

“You’re flattering me, really.” he rolled his eyes, stepping towards you. Broken glass crunched beneath his bare feet but he never once winced. You could feel your body trembling as he knelt in front of you. He reached out, placing his fingers under your chin and lifting it up, effectively closing your slack-jawed mouth. “But didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s impolite to stare?”

“What….what are you doing here?” you breathed out, your voice quiet and meek. “Who are you?” the man grinned again.

“You summoned me.” he answered simply, looking back at the sigils on the floor, then around the room. His hand still held your chin in a soft grip. “I tend to make an entrance, you should’ve prepared more for me. All this destruction.” he tsked at you and you shook your head.

“I didn’t.” you squeaked. “I didn’t summon anything! Don’t touch me!” you stood up, moving away from this strange man, and darted to your kitchen, beginning to pull open the drawers, looking for anything that could be a weapon.

“Looking for this?” you spun around, and the man was barely a centimeter away from you, holding the large chefs knife you were rifling frantically for. You swore it was in the drawer where you’d tucked it away after washing it the other day. Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling your life slipping from you incredibly fast as you eyed him. He smiled softly, a strange juxtaposition from the way he wielded the weapon in his hand. “It wouldn’t work on me. I’m not like you.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked in a whisper, feeling the sting of tears prick your eyes. Your life was about to end, and it was all your fault. You should’ve listened to Danny.

“Not unless you want me to.” The man gave a small shrug, a sly grin on his face again as he set the knife down on the counter behind him, moving closer. “Is that why you summoned me? Need some pain with your pleasure?”

“I didn’t fucking summon you!” you pushed him back and moved into the living room. “I was trying to curse my ex, see?” you used the toe of your shoe to move dirt and glass out of the way, showing him the sigils. “Curse, not summoning!” the man stared at the circle, curiously flitting his eyes around before grinning.

“The little fawn tried to run before she could even walk.” He looked up at you, pursing his lips as if holding onto a secret, before deciding to share it with you anyway. “Three of your markings are wrong.” he glanced at the laptop, tapping the trackpad and the now cracked screen lit up. His eyes scanned the page in front of him and he snorted smugly. “This is completely wrong.”

“Oh, and you’re an expert on witchcraft?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. The man glanced at you before continuing to scroll through the page.

“More so than you.” he bit back. As you watched him, you slid your hand to the back of your jeans, feeling your phone resting in the pocket there. Your hand grasped it. If you could just send a 911 text to Danny, he’d be there in an instant, and could hopefully send this thing back to wherever it belonged.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you.” the man murmured. You froze, and he looked up at you. “We’re bonded, little fawn. I go, you go.” he raised his left hand, and your ring that had been in the center of the circle was firmly on his ring finger.

“How did you-“

“You humans are all the same.” he rolled his eyes, standing up. “You’re the most predictable creatures. You call for help, and then what? Best case scenario, no one dies and I take you back with me to my realm. Worst case, I kill everyone, including you, and I take your soul back with me to my realm.”

“This was a mistake!” you cried. “I didn’t want this! You can’t force me to be bonded to you!” Suddenly, he was pinning you to the wall, his face so close, so frightening you squeezed your eyes shut. His hands were gripping your arms tightly, you worried there’d be bruises there when he let go.

“Mistake or no, you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.” he growled lowly. “Maybe this will teach you not to play with arts you know nothing of.”

“Are you a demon?” you asked, opening your eyes. The tip of his nose nearly brushed against yours as he smirked. He closed his eyes and took in a large breath, as if inhaling your fear and scent all in one.

“Something like that.” he answered. You let out a shaky breath, making him smirk even more. “Little Fawn, you’re trembling.”

“I-I,” you felt overwhelmed. The hundreds of thoughts running through your brain, the regret, the panic and anxiety, everything was hitting you all at once, and you felt hot tears spilling down your cheeks. And suddenly, everything was black.

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