#demon!thomas

Thomas appears to be a friend, but he is a demon after all.

Pairing: demon!Thomas x reader

Word count: Abt 2k

A/N: The translations came from Google, so by any means, please correct my Latin. My idea for demons and their jobs is loosely based on Supernatural because I miss it so much 😭

Take Latin, they said.

It will be fun, they said.

As a senior, you thought taking a language class would somehow lighten your stressful workload, and you were wrong. Latin kicked your ass every single week.

“Why didn’t I take Spanish?”, you groaned, dropping your head on the desk

The dorm room was empty, save for the stressed-out senior studying for finals. Your roommate, the English major, breezed through all their courses with flying colors. Avery was a natural when it came to writing and criticizing your essays. They were sure to graduate at the top of the class. Y/N, on the other hand, struggled to conjugate daily activities in past tense. College may not have been too much of a stressor in life, but this semester has fucked you over in more ways than one. All you wanted to do was graduate on time and that meant for the next two semesters you had to take 18 credits.

With the final tomorrow, you knew relearning the information was a lost cause.

Can I go home and tell mom I failed? I will never hear the end of it.

I’ll have to sit through another lecture about switching majors.

The wayward thoughts took over, filling your head with how disappointed your family will be. You wrapped your arms around yourself, head dropped to your knees when you heard something hit the floor. To your left, a book managed to fall off the bookshelf, landing on its spine.

You took your time getting the open book off the floor and reading the bookmarked page. Who would have thought your precious roommate would also be interested in demonology? The page was in English except for one paragraph at the bottom written in Latin. You read it to yourself, wincing at your terrible pronunciation.

“I guess demons aren’t real after all”, you laughed to yourself as you placed the book back on the shelf

You turned on your heel, then ran into something solid.

“Who told you demons weren’t real, sweetheart?”

The figure braced himself for the scream that escaped your lips. It happened from time to time. Someone thought demon summoning was a joke, he showed up, then boom instant nightmare. The demon towered over you. He appeared to be in his thirties. The wild, but neat curls framing his face were enough to cover the bottom of his horns. He stared down at you with his pitch-black eyes, bored with your screams.

“Are you done yet?”, he scoffed, “I’m not that bad”

“You’re a demon”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing. I’m no longer disgusted in the presence of humans…although I should be. Just gross and full of emotions”

The demon walked around your small dorm, looking the at the bookshelf before his eyes landed on the book you just put away. He immediately perked up and pulled it off the shelf.

“I can’t believe they still make copies of these. Are you a fan of mine?”, he stared at you with a suggestive quirk of his brow

“It’s not my book, and why would I be a fan of you?”

“Sure, it isn’t. It’s also my book. Had to get the word out somehow”

“Everything is already stressing me out. Why would I want to add a demon to the mix?”, you hissed

“To make your life less stressful. That is what we’re here for”

“A demon just steps in, makes your life better at no cost at all?”

The demon smirked as he took a seat on your roommate’s desk. He remained composed during your interrogation. Typically, the deals were quick. Everyone knew what they wanted, and he set the nonnegotiable price for their demands. This might take a little longer, but he was up for the challenge.

“You have a point. Nothing is free, sweetheart”

“Don’t call me that”

“Don’t call me demon”

“Aren’t you a demon?”

He paused for a moment, opening his mouth for a smart remark, yet it never came. A soft laugh came in its wake.

“Thomas. You can call me Thomas”

The name put you at ease, but only for a little while. You sighed as you sat on your bed, picking up your Latin notes again.

“…and you are?”

“A human that doesn’t need your help. Nothing is worth risking a deal with a dem—you. I can’t risk that”

“There’s nothing I can help you with?”

“No”, you stated with as much firmness you could muster. The room felt slightly warmer since Satan’s spawn appeared out of nowhere.

“Not even your Latin homework?”, Thomas grinned, watching your faux hostility crumble. He knew you needed his help, but he did not mind waiting for you to ask nicely.

“I’m studying for a final and no, you can’t”

“I’ve lived for over three centuries. I think I’ve picked up more than enough Latin in my lifetime. Why do you think it’s all in my book?”

“Why would I want your help?”

“Because you’ll fail without me”

“No, I won’t. Maybe. Who cares? I don’t need your help”

“Well”, he sighed as he stepped off the bed, “te visurum”

Thomas’s hand touched the doorknob. How bad can it be? Why is he willing to help you? If he apparated in your room, why did he need to use the door?

“For dramatic effect. Do you want my help or not? I know a trick or two to help you study”, he reasoned, aware that you were already screaming yes

“Fine, but this is time for studying. I don’t need any distractions”

Thomas was indeed a distraction.

He stopped after every three phrases to ask you about your studies, hometown, and why you summoned him in the first place. You did not strike him as the type of person to summon a demon unless they were desperate.

The space between the two of you were sparse. The longer he stayed, the warmer it felt. The thermostat in the room remained untouched since he arrived. For some reason, you felt your body warming up the longer he stayed around you. You sat up on the bed with your laptop in front of you, attempting to put some space between you. Thomas laid on his side, holding himself up with his elbow. Every time his horn brushed against your arm; your skin tingled, sending small trembles to places in your body you did not want to speak about.

“Do demons have tails too?”

“Does it look like I have a tail?”

“You have black eyes and eyes, I wouldn’t put it past you”, you smirked, “Don’t get an attitude with me, blame the internet”

“I can’t do anything about the internet taking artistic liberties for what we look like, but some of it is erroneous. Don’t need a tail or wings”

“What about your horns? What’s their purpose?”

Thomas grew silent. He never wondered why he needed his horns, dark eyes, or claws. They were just there. They were a part of him. It made people fear him whenever they crossed paths and easier to get what he wanted without threatening violence. Although he loved the latter, it made his life much easier. It did not take much for him to intimidate the strongest of men, but you seemed different. Besides the initial reaction, it appeared that there’s no part of you that feared him. If no one knew who he was, one would think you were talking to another human.

“Did I offend you or something?”, you asked, finally looking up from your notebook

“No”, Thomas blinked, “Not at all. It’s going to take more than that to offend me…”

“I’m still not giving you my name and I like a challenge”

Little did you know, so did he.  

“I’ve been living amongst demons for so long, I forgot that humans aren’t used to our appearance. It got pretty lonely down there, then I came here and not much changed”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone who won’t scream for the hills when they see you”, you giggled

“I may have found one already”, Thomas replied with a devious smirk, “I’m going to give you a little push. There’s no way you’re passing this class…”

Trying to look offended was no use. You knew you were not going to pass either, regardless if Thomas helped you or not. This was a lost cause, and you were back where you started. Thomas pulled himself off the bed, collecting his coat and fixing his hair.

“There is another way I can help you, darling”

You closed your laptop and notebook, moving to the edge of the mattress.

“I’m not making a deal with you”

“You don’t have to. I’ll help you pass, and you’ll give me nothing in return”

“Why?”

“Do you know how often college students ask me for penis enlargement? Not help with studying. Not passing a class or paying for tuition. But you? You’re different. I like you, which is why this one’s on me”

“You’re going to help me…for free?”

“I only want to help”, he said, offering up his hands in mock surrender, “Next time, you’ll know when you’re summoning a demon. Do you know how much danger you put yourself in? Also, I’ll be happy to know you passed that final because you’re bound to fail”

“Gee, thanks”

If he helps you pass, he may come back and renege on his offer. There is probably some fine print that says you will belong to him for all of eternity. On the other hand, no more nagging from your mother about your major.

“Fine, I accept”, you agree as you moved to shake his hand

“Oh sweetheart”, Thomas laughed, “You naïve little thing. You really are new to this. That’s not how we seal the deal”

Thomas took a step forward, stepping in between your legs. In that moment, you became painfully aware of the dampness between your thighs.

“A quick kiss, then we’re all done”

You allowed him to move closer. He placed his hands against your cheeks as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. Thomas took his time kissing you, nails ghosting above your collar bone. The gasp that escaped gave him space to slide his tongue in your mouth. You found your hands tangled in his shirt, trying to pull him closer. Thomas happily obliged, placing his hands on the mattress, giving you the chance to wrap your arms around his neck.

Thomas’s hands inched up your shirts as he left rough kisses on your neck. The moan you released when he bit down on the flesh made him weak. His fingers wrapped around your hair and gave a slight tug. When your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he pulled harder, trying to hold himself up with his cock pressed into your thigh. You became so pliant in a matter of moments. This was all he wanted.

Before his hands could reach your bra, the faint sound of keys rang from the other side of the door. Panicked, you pushed Thomas off you.

“See you soon Y/N”, he winked before disappearing

Avery walked in as you were picking their book off the floor. You were quickly pulling your shirt down and trying to fix your hair.

“Told you the book was good”, they smirked

“Can I borrow it for a little longer?”

“Sure”

The next morning you woke up with last night as a distant memory. You quizzed yourself on past and present tense while you showered and focused on your phrases as you got dressed. You knew you were going to pass, something about today just felt right.

You stepped out your dormitory and headed to class. Across the yard, one of your classmates called out to you.

“Y/L/N, want to walk together?”

There was no reason to say no, but when you opened your mouth to say yes, nothing came out. You tried over and over, but each time, your mouth moved, your voice failed to follow suit. You stood in the middle of the yard. Everything felt like it moved in slow motion. Thomas took something valuable to you, and you were none the wiser to his game.

You yanked the demon book from your backpack, intent on summoning the very demon you now despise. In the middle of the cover was a sticky note with a message that made your blood boil.

Quid est? Surrexit lingua vestra cattus

 te visurum - see you later

Warning: Attempted assault.

Looking around the crowded bar you couldn’t find any of your friends. It was almost last call, pulling out your phone you saw no new texts from them. You continued your search weaving through the bodies on the dance floor making your way towards the bar. Taking a deep breath you leaned against the bar and texted your two friends and hoped for replies.

“Can I get your a drink babe?” A voice came from your left causing you to look up from your phone.

Looking at the man you scoffed unimpressed, “No thank you.”

“Awe come on…”

“I said no,” you snapped, “I’m here with my boyfriend and I don’t think he would appreciate your rudeness.”

He stalked away glaring and sat at a table not far away. You didn’t notice how his eyes never left you.

Your phone lit up with a text from Melody and your glared. She had left with some dude she had been dancing with when you were in the bathroom and you had gotten no response from Chloe. 

“I can’t believe this,” you hissed, “Now I’m going to have to walk home alone. At least it’s not far I guess.” I could call Thomas… no… I’m sure he is busy and I’m capable of walking home.

You pulled your jacket tighter around you when you stepped out into the chill of the night. You clutched your bag tightly and walked quickly down the street towards your apartment. You couldn’t help but be a little nervous as you rounded the corner onto an empty street and you could swear you heard footsteps between the clicks of your heels. Don’t be ridiculous. Maybe I can walk a little quicker.

“A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be out here all alone. It isn’t safe.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked over your shoulder and saw the man from before at the bar. A wicked smirk crossed his face.

“What happened to that boyfriend of your’s hmm?” He asked closing the gap between you. “I’ve been watching you all night and I know you are all by yourself…”

Turning quickly to run you stumbled as he grabbed your wrist and pushed you roughly against a wall. Fear pumped through your veins as a million scenarios of what could happen ran though your mind. Holding you in place you saw him lean forward as if he was going to kiss you and you angrily pushed him away. The man stumbled back in surprise at your sudden retaliation and you took your opportunity to run. 

Tearing away from the wall you ran down the alley that lead to the next street. You fumbled with your bad trying to get your phone so you could call the police and didn’t notice the stray board partially laying in your way. Sudden pain made you gasp as you dropped your phone and you held out your hands when you saw the ground fast approaching. 

Sitting up your hissed when you looked at your scrapped up palms and reached for your ankle. Tentatively you rotated it and winced, it was definitely sprained. Looking up you saw the man making his way towards where you were sprawled out and you tried to scoot farther away.

“Oww,” you sobbed, “Please just leave me alone!”

“It seems like you have hurt yourself…”

If you ever need me (Y/N) all you have to do is ask. Tears flowed as you remembered Thomas’s words.

“Help me Thomas…” you mumbled though your tears.

“Thomas can’t help you,” the man said as he knelt down in front of you.

 “Is that so?” A familiar voice said.

Looking up you saw Thomas grab the man and toss him off of you before crouching down and carefully looking you over. He frowned when he saw the blood seeping from your hands and your tears. He straightened up and smoothed his button up shirt and you could see the anger in his eyes. That man had no idea what he was dealing with now that Thomas was here. 

“You’re going to be okay now darlin,” he said with a smirk, “Just let me take care of this filth.”

You didn’t miss how his brown eyes had shifted to crimson as he turned around to address your attacker and you slowly moved away.

“Where the hell did you come from?” The man angrily spat causing Thomas to chuckle. 

Thomas easily dodged a several sloppy punches before catching his fist mid punch and shoving him back against a wall with incredible force. 

“You’ve made the biggest mistake of your pathetic life,” Thomas said lifting the man easily off the ground by the neck.

“Look man I’m sorry,” he said shakily.

“Oh trust me… you will be.”

Thomas turned his head methodically causing his neck to crack. As he tilted his head to each side his pointed horns broke through the skin of his forehead and the man gasped and clawed desperately at Thomas’s hand that was holding him up. 

“Please don’t hurt me… I’m sorry I touched her.”

No one asked for demon!Thomas x reader, but here we are. 

I decided to try to do a drawing of Demon!Thomas for my demon au. I sort of dislike how it came out, but, I still need some practice. What do you guys think?

"You will  go into the maze, and do what you were summoned to do. We took the trouble of researching how to get you here, so you will do everything we say, and I mean everything. So, do we have an agreement? And if you don't follow your word, well, I am pretty sure you know what will happen."

Inky black eyes stared blankly at the WICKED scientists. When the demon was summoned inside the trapping pentagram, it was forced to take form as a young teenage boy with brown hair. And when it's black eyes shifted, they turned a doe brown color.  The demon knew how stuck in this situation it was, but since it didn't want to die, it had to do everything they said, even if it didn't like it.

"In the maze, you're name is going to be Thomas," one of the scientists said, crossing his arms tightly to his chest. "Your mission will start now, and remember, do everything we said, or else."

The demon winced slightly, but nodded. When the pentagram was broken, Thomas felt his abilities return, but the moment of freedom didn't last long. He was grabbed harshly, and shoved towards a mysterious looking door. When he was shoved inside, the demon turned quickly to get one last look before his vision was taken over with darkness. The last thing he knew, was that he was getting rocketed down further in the darkness.

As the box began to gain speed, Thomas felt his stomach tighten. For being a demon, he never thought he could ever feel this sick. Groaning, Thomas sat down, watching as little flashes of light passed once in a while on the way to wherever he was going. Getting bored, Thomas looked around in the cramped box, and saw a few brown boxes. Other than that, there wasn't much to this thing.

"What did I get myself into?" Thomas asked himself, letting his black eyes manifest again. Sure, he had many jobs like this before, but he was never threatened or trapped against his own will. "Why do I have to go to...what did they call it? The maze?"

Feeling frustrated, Thomas leaned back, and closed his eyes. He didn't like this at all. He was just minding his own business, watching over a part of hell, when WICKED's request rang though the halls, and having nothing better to do, Thomas took them up on their offer. But he didn't know this was their intention, and if he had a choice, he would have denied their offer, and snapped back to his home.

"This is all a load of bullshit," Thomas growled out, scratching at his head. Demons have lives too! And some even had families. But Thomas wasn't sure he did, all he remembers is just arriving in hell. "No wonder I was offered this...I have no family to return to if this goes wrong."

Thomas sighed, feeling a wave of sadness wash over him. They told him to manipulate the teens of the maze, and tally out the weak with the strong. He was even told to kill some if he had too. Thomas wasn't very sure if he wanted to. He knew he had caused bloodshed once before, but...this was another story. Swallowing down his uneasiness, Thomas decided to not get close to anyone, because if he did, he knew he wouldn't be able to kill them.

Gasping slightly, Thomas felt the box come to a sudden stop, the creaking and shaking making the demon feel a little uneasy. Listening slightly, Thomas glanced around in the dark, but soon moved towards the wall more when the top of the box like room began to open. Feeling it shake some more, Thomas knew that someone was coming in, so he decided to act scared, and brought his knees up to his chest, and hid his face.

"Hey Greenie, you okay?" someone asked in a British accent. Thomas blinked, turning his inky eyes to doe brown, and looked up, his eyes narrowing at a pair of sparkling ocean blue eyes. He growled slightly when the teen slowly got closer to him, which made the other boy stop. "It's okay, my name's Newt."

Thomas stared him down. He may be acting nice, but he knew that all humans were the same. Newt stared at Thomas, looking him up and down. The boy was acting like he had a disease. Sighing, Newt stood up again, and watched as Thomas flinched slightly, and tried to move back further, and frowning when it didn't work.

"Well Greenie," Newt said, watching as Thomas looked up at him, with a slight glare. Thomas suddenly became aware that there were others, and when more than ten boys were staring down at him, he felt his chest tighten as a demonic growl tried to force its way out of him. One boy in particular was making Thomas want to kill him, and it was the one that was glaring down at him with cold eyes.