Thomas Slater x evil Sunnyvale Girl (Lily Goode)
Cheating, manipulation, curse, a little smutty
Lily is the sister of Nick Goode and both of them are using the curse to control Tommy. She has a little fun with him and Nick uses him later to be the Nightwing Killer.
Lily Goode had always been the bright spark of Sunnyvale, sharp-eyed, quick-witted and never one to back down from something, or someone, she wanted.
When she first spotted Thomas Slater from across the field at camp, she felt a strange flutter in her stomach. He was tall, quiet, his eyes shadowed like he carried secrets. And he was beautiful in that soft, tragic way that made her heart beat faster.
Thomas Slater, however, was from Shadyside and he was dating Cindy Berman. Everyone knew that.
Cindy was clean, polished and purposeful, the kind of girl who always had a plan. Lily wasn’t threatened by her, but she knew Tommy was off-limits. That didn’t stop her from flirting, though. Not because she wanted to ruin anything. She just couldn’t help herself.
“Hey, pretty boy,” Lily had teased one afternoon, leaning on the wooden railing by the lake as Tommy passed by. He had flinched slightly, his cheeks coloring. “Don’t call me that.”
She smiled. “Why not? It’s true.”
Tommy had looked away. He thought she was mocking him. Girls didn’t flirt with boys from Shadyside, especially not girls like Lily. But she wasn’t mocking him. And that was the problem.
What Lily didn’t know was that Tommy noticed her all the time. The way she twirled her hair when she was bored. The sly way she smiled when she thought no one was watching. But every time she came near, he reminded himself: Cindy. Cindy. Cindy. She was his girlfriend. She believed in him. She had plans for them. Lily was chaos and he was terrified of how much he wanted to fall into it.
Still, at night, his dreams betrayed him. Lily laughing as she touched his jaw. Lily whispering things that made his heart race. Lily pulling him close, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt. He would wake up with her name on his lips, guilt like a weight on his chest.
One evening, the others were out for a late bonfire, but Tommy stayed behind to clear some tools. He didn’t expect anyone else to be in the common cabin, but when he opened the door, there was Lily, lounging on the couch, a book in her lap. “Hey there, pretty boy,” she said with a wink, and he froze.
He should have left. Should have walked out and found Cindy. But instead, he closed the door behind him. “Shouldn’t you be at the fire?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Was hoping for better company.”
The silence between them was warm and electric. Lily stood, walking toward him slowly, the smirk softening. “Why do you always act like you hate me?” she whispered.
“I don’t,” he said, almost too fast. “I just... it’s complicated.” Her hand brushed his arm. “Is it? Or are you just scared?”
He didn’t know who moved first. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was him. But the next thing he knew, her lips were on his, her fingers in his hair and his arms pulling her in like he’d been waiting for this forever. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate and hot and wrong in all the right ways.
“You’re so pretty when you’re flustered,” she murmured between kisses. “My pretty boy.”
Then the door creaked open. “Tommy?” Cindy’s voice rang out. “You in here?”
They pulled apart instantly. Lily straightened her top, stepping away like nothing had happened. Tommy’s heart was pounding. Cindy stepped in, smiling like always. “There you are,” she said, walking over and linking her arm through his. “Come to bed with me?”
Tommy forced a smile. “Yeah... sure.”
She leaned in to kiss him, but his lips only brushed hers before pulling away. His thoughts were miles away, in Lily’s touch, her voice, her scent still clinging to his shirt.
He followed Cindy out of the cabin, but his mind stayed behind. And all he could hear, over and over again, was that voice in his ear.
"Pretty boy..."
The dreams didn’t stop. If anything, they got worse.
Every night, Thomas found himself back in that cabin. Lily’s hands on his skin, her lips pressed to his throat, her voice purring “my pretty boy” in his ear like a spell he couldn’t shake. No matter how tightly he clung to thoughts of Cindy, they always faded like mist the moment Lily slipped into his dreams.
And the worst part: he didn’t want them to stop.
•••
Lily knew exactly what she was doing.
This wasn’t about luck or timing anymore, it was a plan. A deliberate moment designed to destroy whatever was left between Thomas and Cindy. Because Lily was done waiting. She didn’t want to be his secret. She wanted to win.
And she knew exactly how to make that happen.
The cabin was quiet when she pulled him inside, their hands already all over each other. Tommy’s self-control had crumbled long ago. Now, he craved her, needed her like she was the only thing that could make him feel alive.
Soon, Lily was lying on the wooden table, breathless, her fingers gripping the edge. Thomas knelt between her legs, his hands holding her thighs apart, his mouth working magic that made her moan softly, her back arching in pleasure.
He was completely lost in her. In the heat of her skin, the sounds she made, the way she whispered his name like a prayer. “Tommy…”
And that’s when it happened. The door creaked open. A voice broke the silence. “Thomas?”
Cindy.
Her voice was confused at first, then sharp with horror. But Thomas didn’t react right away. He heard her, but the pull of Lily, the taste of her, the heat between them, it held him in place.
He looked up, dazed, his lips still slick, his hands still on Lily’s thighs. And all he could do was watch as Cindy turned and ran, a choked sob escaping her lips.
Gone.
The door slammed behind her.
Lily let out a breathy laugh, flushed and satisfied. Her fingers slid into Tommy’s hair, pulling him up to meet her eyes. “She saw,” she whispered smugly.
Thomas didn’t answer. She kissed him, slow, claiming, victorious and he didn’t stop her. Because in that moment, the damage was done.
And part of him didn’t regret it.
•••
Cindy found him the next morning, sitting alone on a bench near the woods, his face pale, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. He hadn’t slept. Not really. Everything from the night before swirled in his head like fog. Blurred. Unreal.
“Thomas.” He looked up sharply. Cindy stood there, arms crossed over her chest, eyes red from crying, but her voice was steady. Controlled. Dangerous.
“I saw you,” she said quietly. “Yesterday. In the cabin. With Lily.”
He stared at her, his lips parting, but no words came.
“I saw everything, Thomas,” she repeated, stepping closer. “You didn’t even stop when I called your name.”
He blinked, confusion clouding his expression. “I… what?”
“You were on your knees,” she said, bitterness seeping into her voice. “Between her legs.”
Thomas swallowed hard, shaking his head slowly. “No… I—Cindy, I… I don’t remember that.”
Her face twisted. “You don’t remember?!”
He looked away, breathing uneven. “I thought it was a dream. I thought—” His voice cracked. “It didn’t feel real. It was like… I wasn’t even there. Just a feeling. Just… her.”
Cindy’s eyes narrowed. “That’s your excuse? That it felt like a dream?”
“I’m not making excuses,” he said, his voice small. “I can’t explain it. I remember her. Her voice. The way she touched me. But it’s all... blurred. Like it didn’t even happen here. Like I imagined it.”
“You didn’t imagine it,” she snapped. “I was there. I saw you.”
Silence hung between them.
Thomas buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
But Cindy was already stepping back, her voice shaking now. “No,” she said. “You’re not sorry. You’re just lost. And you let her take you somewhere I can’t follow.”
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Thomas alone, caught between guilt, confusion, and the memory of something that still felt like a dream. A dream he wasn’t sure he wanted to wake up from.
The weight of it all pressed on Thomas like a fog he couldn’t shake. Cindy’s words haunted him, but not nearly as much as the memory, the feeling of Lily.
It still didn’t feel real. The heat of her skin, her voice in his ear. The way he had fallen apart beneath her touch. Was it a dream? A fantasy? Or something he didn’t want to admit had truly happened?
He had to know.
He found her in the cabin again, sitting on the edge of the table like she’d been waiting for him all along. She looked up with that same knowing smile, eyes full of mischief and fire.
“Lily,” he said quietly, stepping closer, heart pounding. “Was it… a dream?”
Her smile deepened. “Do you want it to be?”
Thomas stood still for a moment, breathing hard. Then, without a word, he shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “I don’t.”
The air between them shifted instantly, charged and alive.
He dropped to his knees before her, eyes locked on hers. His hands slid along her thighs, and Lily leaned back slightly, lips parting in anticipation. When he dipped forward, pressing his mouth to her, she let out a soft gasp and tangled her fingers in his hair.
Just like before, he got lost in her. In the warmth. The rhythm. The taste of her. And this time, he knew it was real.
Lily exhaled his name like a secret. “That’s it, pretty boy…”
And Thomas, on his knees, didn’t care about anything else, not the fallout, not the guilt, not the world outside that door.
Because this wasn’t a dream and he didn’t want it to be.
•••
Something was changing in Thomas. He moved like he was underwater, slow, distant, lost in his own head. His eyes were always unfocused, like he was listening to something no one else could hear. The world around him felt dimmer, quieter, like it had lost its color. Only Lily remained vivid.
When she touched him, the static cleared. When she whispered his name, the haze lifted. And when he was with her, nothing else mattered. Not guilt. Not shame. Not Cindy.
But it wasn’t peace he felt, it was obsession. And it was beginning to consume him. He stopped showing up to group activities. He barely spoke to his friends. He couldn’t even look Cindy in the eye anymore. And when he did, it was like he didn’t recognize her.
Cindy noticed it all.
At first, she blamed herself, wondering if she hadn’t loved him hard enough, or if she’d been too distant. But the deeper she looked, the clearer it became:
This wasn’t just heartbreak. It was something else. And at the center of it was Lily.
Cindy had always thought there was something off about that girl, too charming, too confident, too good at slipping into places she didn’t belong. But now, Lily's smile seemed more like a mask. The way she looked at Tommy wasn’t just flirtation. It was possession.
Cindy started watching, listening. She noticed how Tommy’s mood shifted whenever Lily was near. How he stared at nothing, lips moving silently when he was alone. How he sometimes woke up in a cold sweat, whispering Lily’s name like it was a prayer or a curse.
Lily watched Cindy right back, always smiling like she knew something no one else did. Cindy didn’t say anything yet.
But deep down, something was screaming at her: Lily wasn’t just seducing Thomas. She was taking him. And if Cindy didn’t act soon there might be nothing left to save.
Cindy couldn’t ignore it anymore.
The way Tommy's eyes went glassy when Lily was near. The sudden change in his energy, like he was no longer fully present in his own body. It wasn’t just heartbreak. It wasn’t just lust.
It was something darker.
Cindy began digging through old camp records, books left behind in dusty closets, even rumors whispered by older counselors. And the more she searched, the more certain she became: Lily was using magic.
Something ancient. Something manipulative. Something designed to bind Tommy to her, not just emotionally, but spiritually. A love spell. A trap. And it was working.
With every touch, every whispered “pretty boy,” Lily was taking more of him. Pulling him deeper under. Making him hers.
Cindy’s hands trembled as she read the words from an old protection ritual, one meant to break bonds. She didn’t know if it would work, but she had to try. She had to save Tommy before there was nothing left of him.
That night, she went to the cabin alone. The charm was clutched in her hand, the ritual words burned into her mind. She pushed open the door quietly and saw them, Lily and Tommy wrapped in each other again, candlelight flickering strangely around them.
Cindy stepped forward. “Let him go.”
Lily turned slowly, eyes gleaming like firelight. “Oh, Cindy. Still playing the hero?”
“You’re using magic on him,” Cindy said, voice shaking with fury. “You’ve cursed him.”
“I didn’t curse him,” Lily purred. “He came to me willingly. Over and over again. He’s mine now.” Cindy raised the charm. “Not for long.”
But before she could speak the first word of the breaking ritual, Tommy moved. Fast.
He grabbed her wrist with surprising strength, eyes wide and terrified, but not for her. For Lily.
“Don’t,” he whispered. “Please... don’t hurt her.”
“Tommy, she’s controlling you,” Cindy begged, eyes welling with tears. “This isn’t you. You don’t love her.” But he shook his head, voice distant, almost childlike. “I do. I need her.”
Behind him, Lily smiled calm and cruel. “You see, Cindy,” she said softly, stepping closer. “You’re too late.”
