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Dark Dealings - ii // Demon!Tom Holland x Reader au

Pairing: Demon!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Alcoholism, feelings of being watched, swearing, angstyyy, smut smut smut,

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: Y/N deals with the events between her and the mystery man who claimed she was his. Now she has to decide whether or not to submit.

Y/N slowly got out of bed, dragging her limbs as she pushed her blanket off her aching legs. They had been getting progressively sorer, along with the rest of her body, as the week dragged on since she apparently signed herself off to a demon. The same demon she had been warding off with protective incense, salt, and an amulet she had bought in the crystal shop downtown that was supposedly for warding away harmful or vengeful spirits. The same demon she saw everywhere, dark eyes following her across the bar she had been recently frequenting - using the end of final year exams as her excuse to drink excessively - , peering out of dark alleyways as she walked home, watching from across the road from her apartment. She couldn’t get away from him, and part of her didn’t want to. She suspected that part of her was the same part that was causing physical pain to her body; as if keeping him away from her was tearing her apart from the inside out.

The girls had started to suspect something. At first they thought it might be her ‘crazy week’, as they liked to call it, but when it didn’t end after 2 days or so they realised this wasn’t normal PMSing. She had been avoiding contact with other people like the plague as the week went on, except for when she needed a reason to drink. Then she found herself hanging around the doorways of her roommates and asking them if they fancied a trip to the local bar.

She cradled her head as she made her way into the kitchen to grab a coffee, or maybe something stronger, to hold off the migraine that threatened to split her head from her shoulders. He was there somewhere, she could feel his eyes on her but couldn’t see them. The same way she felt his hands, his mouth, his tongue on her when she was barely aware of where she was that night, senses clouded and eyes unseeing, completely intoxicated by him. She hadn’t been touched or kissed like that before; sure, she’d been with a number of men, and even a few women, before, but it never felt like that and she hadn’t even had him completely. He had kissed her and let his hands wander all over her body, but after he had marked her shoulder, she vaguely remembered him carrying her barely conscious form to her bed and disappearing in a cloud of black. As much as she wanted to forget that night – the rational half of her insisted it was a nightmare and her sleeping psyche had made it up – she craved him again. So much so she had tried to feel it again with a guy from the bar last night. She choked back a muted sob as she remembered the man’s reaction to the mark on her neck, the mark that reminded her it hadn’t been a figment of the dream world.

She stumbled up steps and through the doorway of the dingy flat above the dingier bar she had found herself in once her friends had gone home for the night. She had brushed them off when they insisted she come home with them. She couldn’t. Not yet. So here she was, shimmying out of her black jeans and strappy black top in a dirty bedroom. She didn’t care, she could barely make out the face of the man whose lips had just latched themselves to her nipple, desperate hands grabbing for her waist. She was disgusted in herself but she needed this. She needed to know that was in control. She swallowed the rising bile in her throat as “Whatever his name was” eyed her greedily, dishwater coloured eyes raking her body . They didn’t compare to his chocolate ones, rich and indulgent. How could she remember the colour of his eyes, when they had morphed to black and revealed what he really was as soon as he kissed her? Those dishwater brown eyes weren’t the only ones on her. She could feel the other eyes too, watching from behind walls, through windows, even almost around corners.

The man in front of her began trailing sloppy kisses from her jaw to her neck and she squeezed her eyes shut as he let his hands roam towards her centre, wanting but also not wanting to imagine those lips and hands belonged to someone else. He pulled back her hair as his lips crept slowly to where her neck met her shoulder, the action instilling a sense of deja-vu in her, when suddenly he stilled. He gasped loudly and Y/N’s heart plummeted to her stomach. She pulled back and saw his eyes trained on the mark the other man had left behind; deep teeth marks in her skin, dark red, the colour of dried blood, swirling underneath the surface, marking her as his. It looked terrifying, angry, and still fresh despite the week that had passed since she’d received it. The man looked unsure as to whether or not he should go on and that was enough for her. She a gruff sigh she collected her clothes, hastily put them on, and pushed the man out of her way as she stalked out of his flat. No one else wanted to touch her. She was marked. She was his. She was fucked.

“Y/N? You okay?” Maia’s voice called as she rounded the corner into the kitchen. “Thought I heard you get up. I didn’t hear you come in last night.” There was a look of concern etched across her face as she reached her hand out to Y/N’s shoulders. Y/N wanted nothing more to dissolve into her friend’s arms and cry her heart out but the dark mood hanging over her head forbade it. She cringed away from Maia’s touch, ignoring the look of hurt that flashed across her friend’s face.

“I’m fine. Just… Hungover. I’ll be fine. Thanks, Maia.” She made an effort to force a bit of politeness into her voice, even if it definitely didn’t sound natural to her own ears. Maia didn’t look convinced either.

“Okay. Well, I just wanted to remind you that I’m going back home to visit my parents for a few days and I think Alex might be too since exams are over. Will you be alright here for a few days or are you thinking of heading home too?” Y/N’s face went blank. She had completely forgotten to organise a trip home for a few days what with her head being all over the place the past week. That said, maybe she did need a few days on her own where she didn’t need to sulk in her room to avoid snapping at the girls she loved so much.

“I should be fine, M. Thanks though.” She smiled weakly, trying to convince Maia though her friend didn’t look too sure. She even offered to let Y/N go back to her house with her, which Y/N quickly shot down. The last thing she needed was to have to force a polite smile and demeanour on herself in front of her friend’s parents.

It took some convincing but after 2 hours both Alex and Maia were shouldering their overnight bags and waving goodbye as they got into the elevator, shouting promises that they’d be back in a few days and to call if she needed them. When she closed the front door, Y/N should have felt alone but she couldn’t. Not when she could still feel his eyes. She decided the best thing to do would be to shower, make herself presentable, and get out of the house even just to get a coffee so that’s exactly what she did and not 30 minutes later she was languidly strolling to the nearby coffeeshop, unable to walk at a faster pace due to the achiness of her bones.

She took a comfy armchair by the window as she placed her steaming mug down on her coffee table. She angled her body towards the window, wondering if she’d see him staring at her from a shadowed alley across the road or from a street corner. Though, now that she thought about it, she couldn’t feel those heavy eyes burning holes in her body anymore. Actually, she had started to feel better, even the dull ache in her limbs was slowly subsiding. She exhaled deeply and relaxed into the chair, bringing her mug to her lips for a sip when she realised why exactly she had begun to feel better. She froze, eyes wide and mug suspended in the space in front of her mouth. Sat directly opposite her, taking a long pull from a mug of tea, was the man she was trying to deny the existence of, yet also the man she had wanted so desperately to see all week. His soft eyes, the colour of rich honey, pored deeply into hers over the lip of his cup. Seeing him in the weak sunlight, in a non-intoxicated state, she could really appreciate this attractiveness – no, his beauty. Her eyes scanned his face, from his all-knowing eyes, to his perfectly sculpted jaw, the tousled chestnut curls that fell so effortlessly and looked as if he had been running his hands through them all morning. She wasn’t even letting herself think of the muscles that were restrained by his casual black t-shirt, a far cry from the all black suit he’d been wearing the last time she saw him. He almost looked like a different person. He almost looked human.

“Why, hello there, darling. Fancy meeting you here.” He mused, eyes sweeping over her appearance. His mouth turned down slightly in what looked like disappointment. “You know, if you stopped fearing me for a minute you might actually realise that I’m not the one who’s going to be responsible for your death. You are.” He told her, matter-of-factly. She gulped at the mention of death and glanced around to see if anyone was even barely aware of the fact there was a literal demon sitting opposite her but nobody payed them any attention. She placed her cup down on the table and drew in a deep breath. “I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that the longer you avoid me, the more damage you do to yourself. You bound yourself to me and now that you’re denying your soul the person it’s bound to, you’re essentially killing yourself. Why else do you think you’re in so much pain?. You’re a smart girl, Y/N, even you should know how foolish that is.”

“What do you want?” She asked lowly, trying to seem defiant. He furrowed his eyebrows and chuckled slightly.

“We’ve been through this, darling. I want you. I want what belongs to me.” He took another sip of his tea, eyes holding her gaze over the cup expectantly. “How abut we start fresh, hm? I’m Tom, demon of the Underworld, first servant to Asmodeus. Now, Y/N, would you like to end this charade and accompany me to your new home?” He set his cup back down and offered his hand across the table, watching her with an amused grin on his face.

“I do not belong to you or anyone else. I don’t know who or what you are, nor do I care. Stay away from me.” Y/N spat, grabbing her purse and bundling her coat into her arms as she made for the door.

“Do you really think you’re safe?” She heard him ask before she was out of earshot. She turned to find him staring at the amulet that was nestled between her breasts. His eyes then met hers, intense and determined, and they flashed to that all consuming black briefly before resuming their chocolate coloured state. She elected to ignore the question and rushed out the door as fast as her legs would take her; legs that were beginning to ache again already.

When she got home there were tears streaming down her face. She hadn’t even realised she had been crying as she rushed home. She slammed the door to the apartment and locked it, grabbing the salt from the kitchen to create a boundary in front of every door and window in the house, something she’d read keeps demons away. She had begun to feel the eyes again and a deep fear settled in the pit of her stomach. Y/N curled herself up on the couch, cradling her knees to her chest as she sobbed quietly to herself.

When she awoke a couple of hours later she realised she must have cried herself to sleep. The apartment was in darkness as it was now dark outside, an orange glow from the outside streetlights streaming in through the windows. She shuffled off the couch and moved to turn the lamp on in the living room. The soft glow lit up the room and as she turned to move towards the kitchen two warm hands caught her hips and held her steady, firmly but gently trapping her against the wall.

“Do you think this is a joke? You think I’m just going to give up? You bound yourself to me. Giving up isn’t an option. You’re mine.” Tom growled, face only inches from hers. Y/N gasped and tried to scramble out of his grasp, only to be held steady in his grip.

“How did you – the amulet – I’m protected you can’t touch-“ Her protesting was cut off by his low chuckle, he tutted at her while shaking his head, snatching the necklace from her neck and throwing it behind him.

“Really, darling? Salt and a piece of rock with no real magic in it whatsoever and you think that will keep me away? You think it would be powerful enough to stop me? Now, I’ve tried being nice, I’ve given you a week to think, I’ve politely introduced myself to you but now I am getting tired and pissed at these antics of yours.” He hissed at her, eyes darkening by the second, and she shrank herself down to avoid his burning gaze. “You think you can just ignore me? Sulk for a week and pretend I don’t exist. Oh, and don’t even get me started on that shit you pulled last night. Offering yourself up like a piece of meat to another? I mean I would be slightly less pissed if he was even slightly worthy of your attention but come on. Oh, but he paid for it, don’t worry. I took care of him before you were even out of the building and I’ll do the same to anyone who lays a hand on my girl.” He was glowering at her, grip on her hips so tight she knew there would be finger shaped bruises there if she looked.

“I don’t understand what you want with me!” She sobbed, finally breaking and letting go of her defiant exterior. His grip on her hips lightened and when she looked at his face he was no longer glaring at her, but a look of almost pity took over his face.

“You really don’t know what you did? Y/N, you read a spell used to summon demons, like me, to ask for something in exchange for your soul, you then spilled your blood on the page thereby binding the contract, and then you and your little friends performed a ritual to find someone worthy of your love. You bound yourself to me.” Y/N connected the dots in her head as he explained to her the ramifications of what she had done. Her head spun with the fact that this was all real. The book wasn’t as ridiculous as they all thought. “You are mine now, darling, and I do intend to collect what is mine.” He eyed her darkly. Y/N debated with herself mentally as he watched her carefully. What would he do if she refused again? Would he respect it? Surely not, he’s a demon after all. Would he force her? Or kill her? She didn’t know and she didn’t get an opportunity to ask as he leaned down and caught her lips in a kiss; lighter than the last one they shared which had led to the ghastly bite mark on her shoulder, but still searing and possessive.

“You are mine, but I will do you the courtesy of asking for your consent before I take you completely.” He mumbled against her mouth. She hesitated, she was still so unsure and slightly terrified, but she couldn’t deny the want she felt for him.

“And if I say no? What happens then?” She asked, though her demeanour had changed slightly. Instead of cowering away from him, she was almost leaning into him, relishing in how good it felt to be near him.

“I did say it was just a courtesy, darling.” He smirked and pulled her against him again, ravishing her mouth in a breath-taking kiss. His tongue pushed itself into her mouth, exploring and tasting every inch. She crumpled in his arms and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure completely clouded her mind, though she couldn’t ignore how euphoric it felt to finally submit to him, her every joint and limb screaming in happiness, all aches and pains replaced with a lightness that only came with pure joy, even her migraine had transformed into a dizzying, elated state of mind. He smirked against her mouth and with his hands settling on her backs of her thighs he hoisted her up, her legs instantly wrapping around him and he threw her onto the couch. He snapped his fingers and suddenly his clothes had disappeared leaving him standing there in all his glory, completely naked. He even gave her a second to admire him before he advanced again, pulling her towards him and yanking her t-shirt over her head before discarding of her bra too. He then traced open mouthed kisses from her jaw down to her chest, sucking dark bruises into the skin as he went; one hand massaging one boob while he attached his mouth to the other one, tongue circling her nipple and teeth nipping gently. Y/N ran one hand up his back, nails dragging slightly, and knotted her hand in his soft curls, pulling gently. He glanced up at her and paused, as if he was going to tell her to stop, before shaking his head slightly and going back to sucking purple blooms into the skin around her nipple. His hand travelled down her body, as it did the night they first met, and cupped her sex through her leggings. Y/N bit down on her lip to stop any sounds that might slip out. He massaged her through her leggings, each time narrowly avoiding the bundle of nerves that was beginning to throb.

Tom began to travel back up her body, leaving a trail of fiery kisses up her chest until he came to the mark he had marred her skin with. He pressed his lips to it gently, tongue lapping over the wound, before moving to catch her mouth in a bruising kiss, dominating her with his mouth. His hand slipped under the waistband of her leggings and began rubbing her through her thin underwear, sending waves of pleasure through her body. This time she couldn’t hold back the whine he elicited from her which made him snicker under his breath. Suddenly he leaned back and ripped her leggings and underwear off in one go, exposing her to him completely. He took a minute to admire her, bared to him, before cursing under his breath and running a finger through her folds, gathering her juices on his finger.

“So wet for me. See, your body already knows who you belong to, darling.” She whimpered at his words as he brought his finger to lips and a forked tongue came out to lick her juices from it. “How about you make me feel good, hmm?” He threaded his fingers through her hair and gently pulled her up until she was on her knees faced with his red, throbbing cock. She blushed and looked between his impressive member and his lustful eyes. She had done this countless times before but something about him made her nervous, not nervous about the act itself, but nervous because all she wanted to do was please him she realised. “It’s not going to bite, love. Don’t be shy.”

With that she leaned forward, hand grasping his thick shaft at the base, and ran the flat of her tongue from the base to the tip of his cock, swirling it around the head when she got there. He let out a long, low groan and threw his head back. His reactions filled her with pride and spurred her on as she continued to alternate between bobbing her head up and down his length and sucking his tip into her mouth. She risked a glance up at him and he had his head thrown back slightly, eyes closed, and mouth agape as he growled under his breath and his hips started bucking slightly into her mouth, making her gag the slightest bit. This reaction caused his eyes to snap open as he grasped a handful of her hair and bucked into her mouth a little harder, tip hitting the back of her throat. She spluttered around him and gasped for breath but refused to push him away, wanting nothing more than to please him.

He finally ceased his assault on her throat and pulled her up to her feet, two fingers cradling her chin as he gazed into her tear-filled eyes. He captured her in the most passionate kiss she’d ever had and lowered her back onto the couch as he climbed over her, settling between her legs. He continued to explore her mouth with his tongue as he slipped two long fingers inside of her and began to pump slowly, stretching her out and prepping her for his length. She shuddered as he entered a third finger while he began to toy with her clit using his thumb. She was moaning eagerly into his mouth, her hips moving in tandem with his thumb strokes to get more friction. She could feel the coil in her stomach begin to tighten with his combined movements, the pleasure building and building until the teetering on the edge. He knew it too, he broke their kiss and leaned his forehead against her, staring deep into her eyes with his now jet-black ones, the whites completely gone; a sight that had frightened her to the core a week ago, but now she accepted and succumbed to it. He continued pleasuring her with this hand and her orgasm kept building until it reached its zenith.

“Let go, darling. Give in to me.” He coaxed her and at his words she fell apart. Pleasure flooded her senses, her legs shook, and she cried out a mantra of “Tom.. Tom… Tom” until she didn’t feel his hand anymore. Instead she felt his length circle her entrance before pushing into her slowly until he had bottomed out. He growled lowly in the back of his throat at the slick sensation of her arousal coating his shaft. His hands grasped her hips and he quickly began slamming in and out of her at speed, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust and barely giving her any time to adjust. She was cursing and mewling and muttering unintelligible nonsense as he pounded relentlessly into her.

“Fuck… Tom – please don’t stop.” His muscles tensed at every thrust and his face was twisted in absolute euphoria. “Please make me yours.” At her words he groaned and wrapped his arms around her to pull her impossible closer to his body as he continued his pace, thrusting in and out at speed. The new angle had him brushing her g-spot every time he entered her and as a result Y/N was a mess, eyes blown, mouth open, holding onto Tom’s arms for dear life.

“You are mine.” He grunted. “All mine. Nobody else is gonna fuck you like this. You belong to me. Forever.” For a reason she couldn’t understand, his words made her even wetter. She clenched her pussy around his cock and he moaned loudly, before smirking at her triumphantly. “Ooh, someone likes the idea of being claimed now, does she? Good. You’re mine… Mine… Mine.” He accentuated every word with a harsh thrust that elicited a scream of pure bliss from her every time. He pulled out of her suddenly and flipped her over so she was face down on the couch, before grabbing her hips and pulling them back to meet his, seamlessly slipping his pulsating cock back into her and continuing his assault on her g-spot. He was surely leaving dark bruises on her hips from how hard he was holding her and when his hand came down to slap her ass quickly she couldn’t stop a loud moan of his name from falling from her lips, only spurring him on to continue. She could feel her orgasm building again, her knees were buckling underneath her and when they finally gave in and she fell forward Tom just adjusted his angle and kept on fucking up into her, the new angle allowing for a deeper thrust every time. He reached for her arms and pulled them behind her back, holding them there as she continued mewling and mumbling beneath him. He was getting sloppy, his movements out of sync and his breathing jagged, but he wasn’t slowing down. If anything, the closer he got to his release, the faster he went until she couldn’t form coherent thoughts. One hand kept holding her wrists at her back while the other snaked around her front between her legs and began to stimulate her little bundle of over-sensitised nerves. He was grunting and growling in her ear as he neared his orgasm and she was a moaning mess, a mantra of his name falling from her lips along with the words “I’m yours”; something she didn’t even realise she was saying.

Finally, he let out a loud string of expletives as he pumped himself into her, releasing inside of her. The feeling of his hot arousal inside of her combined with the expert dancing of his fingers on her clit brought her to her second orgasm. A tsunami of pleasure racking her body as she came around his cock. She felt him collapse against her back, hot breath fanning across her neck just above the mark he had left a week earlier, now seemingly healed with just a silvery scar remaining. He placed chaste kisses to her shoulder before slipping his now half-soft length out of her, eliciting a deep sigh from both of them. She tried to turn herself around to face him but she had zero energy left in her, her arms flopping weakly as she tried to push herself away from the couch. Tom noticed her struggling and chuckled to himself. He put his arms around her and hoisted her up effortlessly, holding her bridal style close to his chest as he carried her towards her bedroom. He lay her down gently, placing light kisses to her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips before moving towards the bathroom to get something to clean her up with.

Once he had her all cleaned up, he retrieved his discarded black t-shirt from the living room and helped her into it. He then lay down on the bed beside her and rested his hand on her cheek. His eyes had returned to their soft, rich chocolate colour and an expression of pure adoration adorned his perfect face. Y/N was completely spent. Her eyes were still bleary and her lips were swollen and full. She didn’t even want to imagine what her hair looked like. But she was so content. No fear, no pain, no regrets.

“Can I ask you something?” He hummed in response and quirked his eyebrow at her, the hint of a smile on his lips as if he knew exactly what she was going to ask. “How could you claim me? I thought you only got to own me after you had done something in return for me. Isn’t that how a deal works?” His devilish smile grew wider, and she guessed she had asked exactly what he thought she would.

“After you summoned me, you performed a ritual to find love, essentially asking me to find you love. See how that works?” She nodded. “A worthy love. Someone you deserved.” She nodded again. “I appeared and sealed the deal with a kiss, thereby promising to hold out my end of the bargain of finding you a worthy love and you promising to give your soul to me when I fulfilled your request.” He finished and Y/N looked at him expectantly. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“But… you bound my soul to you anyway, without fulfilling the deal. I mean, you marked me right after we kissed and I didn’t find a worthy love.” Y/N was confused. No longer angry about the situation, just perplexed.

“Well, you see, that’s where I cheated. I mean, I am demon and by no means honest. Trickery is kind of in my blood. When you wished for a worthy love, when that became the terms of our deal, it was up to me to find you one and, well, I did. Me.” Y/N’s eyes widened. He was the one worthy of her love? She barely knew him but she couldn’t deny her growing feelings for this man she barely knew. This demon.

“You summoned me and tasked me with finding you love. I watched you from the shadows for hours while you were with your friends and I decided I wanted you. I wanted to be selfish. You are this beautiful, angelic, intelligent woman and I need you. I may not be deserving of someone as incredible as you, but I do think I am capable of providing you with the love you need, the love you’re worthy of. So, I sealed the deal and decided it was me. Then I claimed you, binding your soul to me and closed the deal, without technically breaking any terms of our agreement.” He smiled proudly, clearly delighted with himself for what he believed to be a stroke of genius and Y/N’s heart swelled. He wanted to love her? He watched her goof around with her friends and decided he wanted to show her the love she was worthy of?

She leaned into him and captured his lips in a searing kiss, melding her body into his and moving her hips slightly. He chuckled and broke away from the kiss, a hand holding her hips still.

“You need rest, darling. Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up. We have all the time in the world. I’m yours now.”

A/N - I finally finished it! I swear this took me all day to write because I kept losing momentum. I’m unsure whether or not I should write a 3rd and final part about how they progress? Let me know what you think and thank you to everyone who sent kind messages, liked, and reblogged the last chapter! It means so much ♥

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Dark Dealings - i // demon!Tom Holland x Reader au

Pairing: Demon!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, alcohol, feelings of being watched, slight noncon?

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Y/N and her friends decide it would be a great idea to mess around with a spell book they find in the library. What happens when she accidentally binds herself to a dangerous demon who takes a huge interest in her?

A/N: Hey guys, here’s the first part to my Demon!Tom au. I aim to make this a 3 part fic though with how much I run away with myself it could end up being longer. Anyway, enjoy! If you would like to be added / removed from my taglist please let me know.

It began as a joke. A book she had found in the library with her friends while they were studying for their final exams. Her best friend, Alex, had checked the book out to bring back to their apartment after the exam, something to incite excitement as they dimmed the lights, lit candles, drew the curtains and finally opened the heavy, leather bound, tome of what looked to be spells, hexes, and diagrams of summoning circles. Glasses of wine in hands, the girls lit some incense and candles, gathered around the giant rug in the middle of their living room with fluffy blankets around their shoulders, and pored over the ‘ridiculous’ book.

“Can you believe they had this in a university library?” Alex sniggered, eyes sweeping over a supposed ‘love charm’, albeit with vague interest. Y/N laughed lightly, raising the wine glass to her lips and letting out a contented sigh after she took a generous swig, thankful for the deep red liquid after the long week of exams.

“If you think it’s so ridiculous why did you take it home and insist we all gather around in the dark to read it?” She questioned, quirking her eyebrows at Alex as she continued to scan through the book.

“For fun. Same reason kids tell ghost stories at sleepovers even if they don’t believe in them.” She rolled her eyes, “Plus, if there’s a luck spell in here I might just give it a go anyway in the hopes it’ll help me pass those exams.” All of the girls raised their glasses to that.

“I’m with you on that, although I might just try that love charm too, just in case, you know?” Maia, their other roommate, chimed in.

Y/N leaned her head back against the sofa she was sitting against, eyes closed, finally relaxing after a long week as her two closest friends giggled about different pages in the book, listing a plethora of ‘spells’ such as one to find a lost item, a summoning spell for a desire demon, a hex for someone who had crossed you, and a charm for protection, which elicited a few giggles from the two girls. Y/N definitely heard the words “free birth control” through the laughter.

“Hey, Y’N! This one’s for you, ‘A guiding spell to help you find someone worthy of your love’, it’s perfect! Maybe if you give this one a go you’ll stop bringing home god-awful dates.” Maia winked at you and Alex burst into laughter. Y/N rolled her eyes. Yes, she has had some terrible dates. Okay, she’s had a lot of terrible dates, and one or two terrible boyfriends too, but she never worried herself over it. That’s what college was for, right?

“Excuse you! I didn’t mention anything about that blonde you came home with last Friday that barely lasted 5 minutes before I heard the front door open and close again.” Y/N shot back, Alex gasping and erupting into more chuckles as she watched her roommates tease each other.

“You know what?” Alex said when she’d sobered up, “I say we all do it. We’re all worthy of love and God knows we’ve all been with awful people, be they one-night stands or relationships.” She admitted while reading through the steps to the spell.

“Yes! Let’s do it, maybe we’ll magically meet some boys –“

“And girls!”

“-And girls that will make up for the past 5 years of dating.” Maia finished, shooting Alex an apologetic look. Y/N hummed and thought to go along with the girls’ plan. She’d like to think it was purely to keep them happy though the idea of the spell did seem tantalizing and if, by some miracle, it worked? She’d never snigger at corny TV shows where girls use love spells to find romance ever again.

“Okay, I’m in. What do we need to do?” Alex started to explain the ingredients they needed, all common things that they probably had lying around the house. Flower petals from the weekly bouquet of flowers Maia bought, an apple each, more candles, and a lock of hair from each of them. As the girls gathered the ingredients and bowls to perform the spell and refilled their wine glasses, Y/N flicked through the book herself. Some pages were in English, though some appeared to be in Latin and she could not even make out the titles or purposes of those ones. It was almost as if there were two books stitched together, as the Latin pages looked far older than the ones written in English. Just as she came across a particularly serious looking spell with a lot of Latin inscriptions and diagrams that looked quite daunting she was jolted into an upright position by Alex calling her loudly from the kitchen. Y/N jumped and dropped the book back onto the luscious rug on the floor, earning a deep papercut on her finger in the process. She scowled as she turned towards the arch leading into the kitchen and held her finger up to her mouth to stop the blood from trickling down her hand.

“Jesus, what? What’s so important you had to scare me half to death for?” She felt a little embarrassed about being scared so easily.

“Do we have more wine?” Alex asked, ignoring Y/N’s glares.

“Ughhh yeah, on top of the fridge, I think?” She asked, finger still in her mouth.

Y/N sat back against the couch, re-wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and waited on the girls to sit back down. She glanced around the room, feeling at ease in the dimly lit room as the shadows bounced in accordance with the dancing flames of the candles, until something felt suddenly… different. She wasn’t sure what it was, if anything at all, but she felt as if she was being watched. She subtly checked the windows but the thick, velvet, plum coloured curtains were heavily drawn shut without even a crack of the outside visible. The front door to the flat was also locked, she had made sure herself before she’d opened her wine. She glanced back to the book and found that when she had dropped it, it had fallen open on the page of the love spell they were about to perform, coincidentally.

Maia and Alex eventually gathered themselves back around the ruby rug brandishing a new bottle of wine to share and placing the ingredients they needed around the tome.

“Okay. So, we each have to hold our apples and imagine what kind of person we think we deserve the most, imbuing our apple with our wishes for love and filling it with the idea of our worthy partner. Then, we place the apples in our bowl, sprinkle our petals over the apples while holding onto the thought of that person, place our locks of hair into our bowls over the apple to attach the idea to our bodies, and then drop in the flower petals. Finally, light your candle and drip wax from it into the bowl while saying the incantation aloud.” Alex finished while passing a small scissors around for them to cut off a small lock of hair.

Maia eyed the scissors skeptically. “You sure are serious about this, aren’t you? Do we have to cut our hair?” Alex rolled her eyes.

“It’s only a little bit, you won’t even notice.”

They all completed the steps to the spell in order, and finally all three read the incantation aloud, before reaching around to hold hands and wait. Except, nothing happened. The three eyed their bowls and each other in expectance.

“Is something supposed to happen? What does the book say?” Maia asked, reaching for the book.

“It doesn’t say! The page stops after the incantation… I suppose it’s not even real anyway. And if it is, we won’t really know, will we?” Y/N admits, finishing the rest of her wine before filling her glass up again generously while Alex suggests they do another one, one of the slightly more sinister looking ones.

“No, absolutely not. I’m not cutting any more hair for a joke that none of us even believe anyway. Let’s just relax and talk about anything other than college or witchcraft, thank you.” Maia laid her head back against the couch, exhaling deeply, while Y/N agreed and Alex eventually gave in and started filling her friends in on her last escapade with a gorgeous girl from her Pysch lectures.

Y/N checks her phone after a while, noting it was almost 3am. Maia had fallen asleep on the couch and now Alex wrestled with her to get her into bed, whispering a good night as she half carried Maia in the direction of their rooms. Y/N elected to tidy up the living room before bed, feeling more than just a little tired after the events of the day. As she turned the kitchen lights off and moved to the living room to pick up some stray cushions and throw blankets she felt that same strange uneasiness again. She eyed the book sideways, then shook her head, moving to blow out the candles that scattered the room. As she moved towards the centre of the room, she bent down to the book still lying on the floor and placed it on the coffee table. With a slight chuckle, she shook her head again at her apprehensive demeanour towards the bundle of pages.

She moved to walk out of the room and bent to blow out the last candle when she felt it again, but stronger this time. It overwhelmed her, and it wasn’t just an uneasiness this time, but fear. The kind that glued her to where she stood, even when she could clearly hear something move behind her. Eventually she found the courage to whip around, fists brandished as if she could fight off whatever intruder she came in contact with. Except… there was nobody there. Not that she could see much in the dim lighting, anyway, but the uneasiness disappeared. As quickly as it came, it went, though it was reinstated by fear again quickly, this time as a result of the sight of the spell book lying wide open on the floor from where Y/N had moved it.

She willed herself to move forward, closer to the book, eyes scanning the room for movement, and upon closer inspection she noticed the book hadn’t opened on the love spell this time. No, it was open on the page of a daunting looking Latin inscription, with carnal looking symbols and what looked like warnings scattered around the page. As she investigated the page closer, she noticed a smudge of what looked like blood down the side of the page. She felt an abrupt chill down her spine before she felt a hand cover her mouth from behind, while another wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into a feverishly warm body.

“Why hello, darling. What have we here?” She felt lips against the shell of her ear and a devilishly low and raspy voice sounded in her ear. Y/N tried to struggle, to turn around and face her attacker, though she was trapped in his vice-like grip and found she could barely move an inch. “Now, now, let’s not be too hasty. Here’s what’s going to happen; I’m going to let you go and you’re going to turn around nice and slowly and stay quiet lest you want something terrible to happen to your little friends, not that they’re sober enough to do much, anyway. Understood?” She felt his hot breath against her ear and his lips brushed her jaw as he spoke, his voice deathly low and almost intoxicating. Y/N whimpered and nodded her head as much as his iron grip on her allowed.

She felt his arms loosen slightly, enough for her to turn herself around in them and face him slowly. She felt strangely compelled to do exactly as he said as the thought of crying out for help or making a dash for it didn’t even seem to cross her mind, something she guessed he knew as she caught her first glimpse of him, a confident, cocky almost, smirk adorned his perfect lips. It took her a second to take in the sight of him; he was perhaps the most attractive man she had ever seen, not much taller than she, though his demeanour made him seem 10ft tall. She found herself caught in his eyes, so dark she thought they were black, and noted him studying her as much as she studied him. He emanated a seductive aura, though there was definitely something off about this man, for he also gave off a distinct sense of danger.

“How did you get into my house?” She tried to keep her voice steady, she dared not let him see how scared she was. He chuckled eerily at her and the area around him seemed to darken as his grip on her got tighter.

“Why, darling, you invited me.” He leaned in close to her, his smell intoxicating, but strangely pleasant, addictive almost. Her face screwed up in confusion and just as she was going to protest, his dark eyes fluttered to the book lying open on the table, displaying the ancient looking scripture and the blood soaking the page. She wasn’t entirely sure what was going on but before she got a chance to ask him he’d spun her around and shoved her against the nearest wall, pressing his all too warm body against hers and holding her in place. When she struggled to get out of his grip he took hold of her chin, bringing her face up to his, his grip was solid, though not exactly painful. She was forced to look into his eyes, and a whimper fell from her lips as she noticed the whites of them were completely gone, his fully black orbs boring into hers as he smiled devilishly at her, almost sizing her up as if she was meat at the butcher’s counter.

“What do you want?”

“You. Just you.” His hand travelling down her body forced a gasp from her lips and he took this opportunity to dive forward and attach his mouth to hers, kissing her viciously, tongue delving in and out at his own pace, nipping her lips with his strangely sharp teeth. He pulled back as she caught her breath, utterly terrified, and his black eyes bored deep into hers while his mouth held a devious smirk.

“Don’t you know not to play with magic you don’t understand? Why, you could be inviting any and all demons into your home.” He smirked as horror took over her face. Suddenly he lurched forward and clamped a hand over her mouth as he sank his teeth into the skin where her neck met her shoulder. She felt the world go black around her, an evil lingering in her skin, and felt his arms around her as he continued to mark her as his own. He broke away from her skin and the last thing she felt was his lips brushing her ear as he whispered softly to her;

“Doesn’t matter anymore; you’re all mine now.”

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