Warning: Smut, Character death, Fingering, Slight cunnilingus
A/N: This was originally posted by @overheavensgates, but she decided to delete her side blog (@i-write-smut–not-tragedies) and I’m just bringing her works back around while giving full credit to the author – with her permission – because literally none of this is mine.
Life in New Orleans had begun to feel suffocating. Between the constant pressure of excelling at the Seven Wonders, Cordelia annoyingly breathing down my neck at every turn, and the general loathing I felt towards the other girls in the coven; I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of that place. So after proving myself an advanced witch and perfecting the Seven Wonders, that’s exactly what I did.
Cordelia screamed and cried when I came down the steps carrying all of my belongings in a single bag. She claimed that I wasn’t safe on my own and that I should continue to be sheltered and protected within the coven walls. That was a laugh. What sane person would want to stay with a bunch of bratty girls who thought it was a good idea to stitch together a poor dead boy and force him to be their sexual slave? Not only that, but the constant bickering between Madison and Zoe had driven me insane. That entire place could burn to the ground with everyone in it and I wouldn’t bat an eye.
My Type is Homicidal 