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“Better in red.”
In which Kol Mikaelson decided to have a little fun, in the boring town of Mystic Falls, he just didn’t expect to be thrown in the whirlpool of emotions when he realizes just how much fun he’s having with you.
Summary: As new coven leader, the first order of business is securing his line. After finding out about Joe’s pregnancy he finally decides to listen to the elders and have an arranged marriage. He just didn’t expect his new wife to drive him insane so much.
Warnings: Sexual Talks, Oral Receiving, Sex Scenes, Vaginal Sex, Wax Play, BDSM, Choking, Bondage, ETC.
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Kai’s Pov
The burn of the gun went down without a hitch. Happy bachelor party for me.
The familiar feeling of guilt washed through me, a pesky emotion that my beloved brother Luke gave me.
Luke.
Would he attend my wedding if given the chance? Would any of them? Before I snapped, would they have shown up for my wedding?
These stupid what if questions plague my thoughts and I don’t like this.
It’s the day before my wedding and I’m spending it alone. Alone again, always alone. Even before planet 1994, I was always alone, even now.
My reflection stares back at me through the mirror, and it looks pitiful. I refrained from smashing it, not wanting to beat up my hands before the big day.
Would Josie come? Liv? I know daddy dearest would, too prideful to ever back down from me in front of others.
The one person I hated most on the planet may just be the only family I had that would show up at my wedding.
I reached for my phone, dialing the familiar number I know won’t pick up.
This is Josette please leave a message and I’ll call you back.
“Hi Josie!” I forced a smile on my face, hoping my voice didn’t sound as pitiful as I thought.
“Night before the big day.” I was quiet trying to think of the right thing to say. “Look, I know you and Liv want absolutely nothing to do with me, and that’s fair; I ruined yalls life.”
I poured another glass of the gin, before carrying on.
“When we were little we would talk about how different we would build our families, different from dad.”
“And your pregnant, your gonna be a mom. And I know for a fact you’ll be a loving one.” A loving mom that I never had, you had a loving mom that was caring to everyone but me. I didn’t say it, but I wanted to.
I wanted to lash out, to get mad at her, mad at Liv, Dad and everyone — but I just couldn’t.
“I’m getting married tomorrow and eventually I’ll be a dad.” That’s the whole point of this wedding. “I just, I get you don’t want me a part of your life. But I want you and Liv to be a part of my kids life.”
I looked down at the gin, my reflection in it.
“I don’t want them punished just because of his birth.” It’s a terrible fate.
I didn’t say goodbye, I couldn’t say another word so I just hung up the call. I didn’t know if she would listen to it; my guess is she probably won’t. But this feeling is still there.
At least before all I felt was rage and empty. Now I have a whole fucking list and it sucks.
“Congrats Kai — I love you.” I whispered to myself. I have to like myself, otherwise I have nothing.
A mantra I repeated in my head all night until I heard the blaring alarm in the morning.
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Your POV
The sounds of my friends' laughter, that and the blaring music is the only thing I can hear right now.
Any of them would be happy-ish if they were in my position. Marrying the Coven leader.
Though I heard the stories, Malachai Parker — the man who murdered most of his family. Sent away to the prison world and came back after winning the merge.
My father married me off to a man that murdered his family. What if he snapped again and it was me next? I’d have to live with him, sleep with him — have kids with him.
What if he snapped, it wouldn’t be just his family it would be mine. And that thought terrifies me.
So here I am getting wasted out of my mind to try and escape the reality that this is my last night I can actually live without a threat on my head.
“Girl, you okay?” I looked over to Anna, my best friend in a way. We grew up together, but recently had drifted apart.
She was the one to throw this bachelorette party. In a way to say ‘congrats bitch you're getting married!’
“Yeah, just nervous for tomorrow.” I played it off as normal wedding jitters, and to be fair I had them.
I mean what if I fell walking down the aisle?
Oh god what if I did fall walking down it?
“Girl — you're gonna be fine.” She grabbed my shoulder, shaking me out of my head. “And hey, I heard that your fiance is pretty good looking. Despite the whole crazy thing.”
I wouldn’t know, neither of us has made an attempt on even seeing each other.
“Forget about Kai Parker, okay? Tonight is all about you.”
I would regret listening to her based on the hangover I now had the next day.
Even after the hours of the morning passed it was still there, though becoming more faint as the clock ticked more and more until six.
“Five minutes, you ready?” Your fathers face popped in through the door after knocking.
“Yeah, be there in just a sec.” He gave me a small smile before shutting the door after him. Giving me alone time.
My reflection looked beautiful, my hair done in a classic fancy bun, and the dress I wore was so enchanting.
It was a classic mermaid style, the lace so pretty all the way down to the sleeves. The sweetheart neckline was doing wonders for my breast. What really sold me on this was the ever so slightest tinge of pink.
I gave one final sigh before walking to the door, making sure to not forget the white roses.
My father waited for me and we walked to the doors, waiting for our cue. The cue being the music.
“You have secured our place in the Coven my daughter.” I didn’t give my father a response — I didn’t do anything, he did when he sold me off to a killer.
The doors opened and the music started faint as we both started to walk down the carpet.
At the end stood my future husband. Dressed in a tux, that dare I say fit him just right. He had dark hair and the closer I got to him I could see blue eyes.
By far as of right now though, my favorite thing about him was his facial hair. Anna was right, he is good looking. So I guess that’s a light, not really.
I let go of my fathers arm, giving him my flowers before taking Kai’s hand that he had stretched out for me.
We both faced each other and waited for the pastor to begin.
“We are gathered here today…” I could feel my heart start to pound, when we got to the reciting vows.
Every word that I repeated caused another loud beat against my chest. This was it, my fate was sealed the second the word “you may now kiss the bride” left the pastor's lips.
His palm was placed on my cheek, and I could feel him start to tug me closer. My breath hitched when it started to mix with his.
When our lips pressed against one another I lightly traced his face with my own hands. That’s it, the kiss was over and I was officially a married woman. Bound to this man for the rest of my life.
“I’m Kai, it’s nice to meet you.” Was the first thing he said to me when we pulled apart.
“Is that gin on your breath?” Was my response — one that he apparently found enjoyment in. “C’mon.” He grabbed my hand and started to walk me back down the aisle with him.
The night wasn’t done, it was getting started. And. After this night one thing I can confidently say is no one knows how to throw a party like Kai Parker.
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“Congratulations.” A person said for the 100th time, and in all honesty it always sounded back handed. I haven’t seen Kai since the after party started, and I was glad.
The person walked away, and instead a woman replaced them.
“I’m Joe.” I gave her a small smile, repeating my name to her. “I’m Kai’s sister.”
Apparently my look said it all cause she gave a big sigh, as if saying ‘yep it’s really me.’
“I guess that makes you my sister-in-law.” An awkward silence rested over us. Though it was cut short by the sound of a certain siphon.
“Josie! Welcome.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, one that she didn’t waste any time to shrug off. “I didn’t see you in the audience.” Nor did I, though granted my mind wasn’t really focused on the living aspect of his family.
“We’re not here for you Kai.” We?
“We?” Kai repeated my silent question. “You really would think I’d come to this thing alone?” Smart on her.
“I’m only here so when you kids are born, I’m not a stranger.” Kids. Oh god, what if I have to be pregnant multiple times?
I didn’t pay much mind to Joe walking away, though it seemed like Kai pay mind to my face. As if my thoughts were written on my forehead.
“Daddy didn’t tell you the details of this marriage, did he?” I silently looked at him, waiting for him to continue, because he would freeze over before this man didn't have anything to say.
“You're going to be my wife and get pregnant, with twins. In exchange your father's place in the consul stays.”
I didn’t want to know the specifics of the details, “better lighten that face up wife. You're going to become a baby mill till I say otherwise.”
“What will happen to me once you get your twins.” There was nothing in the stories of Kai’s mother.
“Well from what I hear after my banishment my father sent her to go live on a farm.”
Must really run in the family.
He didn’t say anything else, but the silent threat was there. And it made me frozen in fear. Will he kill me? When? How? A million thoughts, and only one face is the cause of them.
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I froze when Kai opened the door. The bed was made, covered in roses — the room being dimly lit by candles.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been with a girl, so I thought I’d go big.” His devilish smirk almost matched the look in his eyes.
I felt my breathing shaken before my feet carried me into the room.
Turning away from the bed I watched as Kai kicked the door shut, while slowly unbuttoning his jacket.
“I think I did good, you know all we’re missing is the music.” I watched as he pulled his phone out his pocket, taping away while he tossed his jacket.
The start of “Careless Whisper” started, and while I wanted to laugh, my heart pounded too loudly for me to think of anything else.
“Seriously?”
“What? You don’t like this?” The way he looked at me was as if I had grown a second head. “Not my preference.”
“Hmm.” He tapped the phone again, the next song starting to play.
This time “she will be loved” was the sound filling my ears.
I kept my mouth close, seeing as he started to walk closer to me. “Now, I may be a sociopathic monster.” His hand lifted up — brushing a piece of my hair out the way. “Even I can admit how annoyingly beautiful you look.”
I couldn’t find it in me to say a response. Instead I had at this moment wanted it to go as fast as possible.
I didn’t want his hands, that I know used to be covered in blood on me any longer than necessary.
So I reached behind me, trying to grab the zipper of the dress. Though no matter how much I was breaking my arm, I couldn’t reach it.
It was when I felt his hand touch my back, that I snapped back to reality.
It felt like forever, but soon enough I felt the slight chill of cold air grace my skin, causing goosebumps to spread.
Then again maybe that was from the feeling of his fingers tracing my back, right before he flatten his palm.
I softly closed my eyes, hating the fact that every part of my focus was the heat of his palm but in the best way possible.
All I could focus on was the way he stepped into me.
All I could focus on was the way I felt his breath breeze past my cheeks, and slowly to my lips.
All I could focus on was the way my lips tingle when his barely touched them.
All I could focus on was him, and not the terrible things he’s done.
“You don’t have to kiss me, you know?” I quietly said, loathing myself for the way I tried to talk as quietly as possible so I would scare his lips too far away.
“When I want to kiss my wife, I will.” I didn’t get the chance to even process his words before he literally stole my breath away.
I felt the hand on my back pulling me as close as possible to him, his other resting on my cheek, lulling me into him.
It was like a scorching heat, one that I desperately chased when he started to pull away.
The quicker you do this, the quicker it’s done. But then why was I wasting time kissing him until I felt like not breathing.
Why was I wasting time letting his kiss trail down my neck?
Why was I wasting time enjoying the rough touch of his hands?
Why was I wasting time pulling his hair, hard, just so I could hear the groan he released?
Feeling dizzy, I grabbed the buttons on his shirt, pulling them apart. The cold air hit me hard when he pulled down the dress, being surprisingly gentle with the lace.
He pulled his shirt fully off, leaving him in only his dress pants, and me in a white bra with matching panties.
A part of me felt embarrassed at the blue garter on my leg.
You’re something blue.
Anna’s voice drifted in my head, but was quickly out when I felt him push me onto the bed.
My throat felt dry, this was it.
Though he didn’t exactly do as expected. Instead he crouched down on the bed, and used his mouth to bite down onto something blue.
Pulling it down slowly, and sensual. Even if I didn’t want to admit to the strike of heat it sent down, I knew the evidence would be there when he pulled down my underwear.
My breathing came out uneven, and I could have sworn he knew what he was doing based on that stupid smirk.
Once the garter was off my leg he took it and wrapped it around his waist.
I did everything in my power to stop the whine from slipping past my lips when I felt him grinde into me.
I could feel him pressing into me, and I let my eyes roll back when I felt him kissing my cleavage. Arching into him so he could unhook my bra.
I felt him grind into me again, causing friction and this time I could hold back the moan that slipped through me, nor did he attempt to hide his pleasure.
“Fuck.”
One word, that he whispered silently to himself. I almost wouldn’t have catched it if every inch of my body wasn’t focused on every inch of him.
His kisses came back up my neck all the way to my ear where he bit down on it. He was careful enough not to draw blood.
My hands acted on their own, and now it wasn’t just me trying to get it over with, there was a part of me that just simply needed him in the more lustful and carnal way.
I reached for his belt, untying it as quickly as possible before throwing it to the side.
I unbuttoned his dress pants, and I couldn’t help but palm him — while I watched his expression shift. His jaw clenching and him releasing a satisfying shaky sigh.
“You’re driving me nuts, woman.”
“So do something about it.”
It was like that simple challenge caused him to snap. He gripped my jaw and kissed me, hard.
He bit down onto my lip and this time he did draw blood. The taste of it mixes with our mouths, and something is seriously wrong with the way I like how mean he becomes.
He grabbed my hands, and I hadn’t even noticed him grab his belt before he tied them above my head.
“Kinky.” I muttered, to which his response was whispered out onto my lips. “You have no idea.”
He didn’t let me say anything else, instead he stuffed my garter from before into my mouth. “Sh sh sh.” He sushed when I tried to mumble something.
He reached to the right, grabbing one of the candles from the nightstand.
He dropped the wax onto his finger for a moment before he leaned up and placed his weight on his knees.
My legs were still loosely wrapped around his waist, and you could see his hard on straining against his pants.
My breathing quickened when he tilted the candle above me — the hot wax made me gasp a little, though despite the heat and the slightest pain, all I felt was pleasure.
I couldn’t control the moan. I mumbled out with my mouth still stuffed, and the sick bastard went off on the sight before him. His wicked smile etched onto his face, and maybe I was just as sick.
I could feel my wetness dampen my panties and honestly it felt like it was starting to drip just like the wax.
When he finally put the candle away he grabbed my underwear — pulling it to the side to rub his fingers through my folds.
“Someone’s very happy to see me.”
He spoke as he leaned his head downwards. Fixing his position so his breath fanned over.
“Mmmm, mmm, mmm” my mumble jumble seemed to snap his gaze away from my pussy, his eyes in a heated stare.
He reached and grabbed the garter before throwing it to the side.
“That’s not how you make a baby.” Came my immediate response. If I let him do this, then that means this whole night wasn’t for my duty as his wife, but simply for my own pleasure.
“That so?” He questioned, but his tone dripped in a heartless tone, and before I could answer his rhetorical question he cut me off.
His tongue reached out, licking me in the most slow and sensual way — snatching one of the deepest moans from somewhere I didn’t know I had in me.
My breathing became heavy, and he acted as if it was his last meal. The way he used his finger, pumping them into me — all while sucking on my clit.
Though I think it was the way he placed his hand on my stomach that really tipped me over edge, making me cry out his name. “Kai!, please too much.” I whined.
Though he didn’t care, he continued on drinking every last drop of my cum, as if he was a newbie vampire.
I heaved a sigh of relief when he let up, my legs slightly twitching. “Come here.” I demanded in a low tone, reaching for his neck and kissing him as desperately as I could.
He rubbed his cock against my soaking folds, and I could feel myself pulsing.
I felt him slowly pushing himself inside me, stretching out my walls to mold against him.
“Fuck, your so tight.” His head fell to the crook of my neck, before pushing himself all the way in, and staying still for a moment.
“Jesus you're gorgeous.” My skin turned redder — if possible. “Shut up.” I muttered, kissing him again. Our lips got tangled in one another before he started to move.
At first he went slow, and he even united my hands, but the second I scratched my nails up his back — his mood switched again.
His slow and sensual pace switched to rough and carnal. His fingers finding their way around my throat.
The cool of his wedding ring, causing more comfort that I would think.
“God look at you.” His tone was low, and sinful. “You’re gushing.” True to his word, I was — he was hitting the exact right spots and just to send me over the edge, his fingers started to roll around my clit.
“God, I’ve waited 18 fucking years for this.” His grip on my throat tightened, as did my pussy around his throbbing cock.
He let out a mean laugh — “you little slut,” I didn’t know why his words continued to excite me. “You just fucking love how I make this pussy feel.” Yes.
“Please.”
Please? Since when did I beg a person to cum? When did I ask for permission?
Though my answers were revealed through the hickeys on my neck, through the slight nip on my lip, through the cooling wax, through the grip on my neck.
A grip that I was positive about was going to leave his ring mark.
“How cruel would it be to deny my wife the ability to cum.” He leaned down to my ear, “go on baby.”
And just like a switch I did as told. And I came hard.
I could stop how loudly moaned out, though his was slightly covered by the sound of his own groaning.
We both heaved out sighs — sweaty, and dehydrated.
Kai pulled out of me, and popped beside me. “High five?” He raised his hand, and I had half the mind to half five his face.
I went to move out of the bed, ignoring him — though in all ironic ness I felt like I could move my legs, with the way they were wobbly.
I felt the pull of my shoulder, easing me to lay back down. “Stay.” He demanded.
I watched as he did a light jog to the bathroom, coming back with two rags.
He placed the first one on my stomach, letting the wax soften before removing it off my skin.
Then quietly he grabbed my legs and started to sip by my virginal area — surprisingly being very delicate. Though in true Kai Fashion he left his cum in me.
“For good luck.” Was all he told me before letting me rest.
I felt my eyes start to close, feeling absolutely drained however his little voice kept me awake. “You can’t fall asleep before you pee and shower.”
And so while we were in the shower and thought crossed my mind.
I hope it’s not twins. I just didn’t know that Kai had the same thought for the same reason. I don’t want this to ever stop.
Lost, that’s what Damon felt when Kathrine wasn’t in the tomb. In Damon fashion he was ready to go off the rails, but instead his attention diverted. So maybe he wasn’t thinking right, maybe it was his heartache, or the alcohol. He didn’t know what it was, just that it was something — and it felt right, with you.
May 10th, 1994. That same day, on an endless cycle — a constant loop. Reliving the same day, day in and out without a single change will drive you mad. I mean how long until a person will break?
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The sound of Damons whistling was the first thing I heard when I walked into the kitchen, and the music "Back in Black" blaring. I quietly took my seat at the table, and watched the two of my friends.
Damon – whistling and dancing while flipping the same pancakes as yesterday and the day before, etc. While Bonnie, just like everyday, tries to figure out the last word on that stupid crossword puzzle.
I felt my head buzz, causing me to just close my eyes. "Another headache?" I looked at Bon, her face etched in concern. I couldn't help the scoff leaving my lips.
I should probably handle the situation better, but all the pent up emotions I have are just waiting for a release.
Spending too much time with a person can cause strain, and bonds — but right now all it's doing is driving me crazy because it's the same day question she asked me yesterday and everyday it's the same look on her face, not a single difference.
"Yes, another headache. Just like every other day, it's the same damn thing and nothing changes. Not the damn pancakes, not the stupid grocery list, not the god awful crossword; that fucking puzzle is a joke by the way, because how the hell have we done the same damn crossword and not finished it? Not to mention just like everyother day, the music plays so Damon can try not to lose his mind, every day he drinks the same fucking booze – and everyday I haven't that the pleasure of not having a headache. So at this point why ask?"
The buzzing in my head continued to grow, and I didn't feel like listening to Damon talk about me projecting, and Bonnie will give a hopeful speech about how we're gonna get out of here, wherever here is.
It's all the same thing, and I'm going crazy.
I didn't bother to wait for the pancakes to finish before I pushed up out of my chair. Yes, it wasn't far for me to lash out at them, but that's what happens when you spend too much time with a person with the same day on loop.
I heard Bonnie give a faint "wait", but I didn't. I can't spend another moment in this house, doing the same thing. It's bad enough we're repeating the same day, but now we're just repeating the same routine as well, and I can't do that.
My feet carry me down the driveway, and up along the sidewalks of Mystic Falls. Silence is all that surrounds me. Not a single car driving past, not a single piece of trash on the ground, nothing.
The bell rings as I open the door to the mystic grill. The faint memory of my last birthday plays in my head. The sound of my friend's laughter echoes through the empty bar.
I grab a glass and pour the clear drink, tequila, not bourbon. The burn in my throat when I swallow it, is so much better than the burn I can start to feel in my eyes.
The tequila feels good, but it's just an escape from reality. We're stuck in some sort of hell loop and it's never going to end. Unless we die.
"Do you think we can die here?" My voice cuts through the silence. It had officially been the third month trapped here, and it wasn't the first time I thought of it, but it was the first time I said it out loud.
"This just got dark," was Damons typical commentary, but then we all took a moment to really think. "You cut yourself on accident once and didn't heal, it scared right?" I gave a nod to Bon's question, and she carried on. "Then we should assume we can."
We can die.
The room got quiet again, and I quietly watched while Damon grabbed an old looking bottle of bourbon. "This is the oldest bottle in the house." He looked at it for a moment before making a seguestion. "If this all becomes too much for us anymore, we'll kill the bottle – and ourselves."
I'd rather be dead than crazy. None of us has drank even a sip of it, but every now and then one of us would catch another staring at it.
It was a morbid pact, but a needed one. And it was moments like these when I thought of just chugging the dang thing.
"You good?" I looked away from the glass and to Damon, who also poured a glass. "I love bourbon, but you're right – it gets old."
"No." He looked at me confused and I had to close my eyes to block the tears wanting to leave them. "I'm not okay. None of us are."
"Least we have each other." Yes we did, and sometimes that felt like it was the universe throwing us a bone. "I can't live like this Damon." The buzzing in my head started to come back, a feeling that I was used to by now, no matter how much it started to hurt.
"Listen, I get that you're breaking. We all are breaking, but the second we just give up is the second we all lose each other." I felt his lips place a kiss on my head, a rare gentle moment with Damon.
"But we're all we have."
"I added something different to the list this time, so let's go." No matter how rare it was, Damon always knew the way to comfort someone, I believe it's because he spent so long wanting it that he perfected it on himself.
I followed after him, meeting up with Bonnie outside.
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"It's your birthday soon right?" I grab the milk from the freezer, pausing at Bons question.
"I guess it is."
The witch gave me a small smile, before trying to turn my attention. "How about you go grab a cake." I placed the carton in the cart, and Damon clicked his tounge. Shooing me to the bakery isle.
I rolled my eyes at the two antics, while they could get annoying — I was glad they were here and I wasn't alone.
I scanned the boxed cake, thinking of which flavor is the best to get.
Just as my hands grabbed the chocolate, a dark figure walked past the isle. Wasn't Bonnie and Damon the other way?
Without a second thought my feet started to walk on their own, and for a moment hope blinded me. Maybe we weren't alone.
Though that was squashed when no one was there. Maybe I am going crazy?
"Hey, spiderella. Find the cake?" I looked back at Damon's voice as they came into the isle. Guess I really was loosing it.
"Yeah, a classic." I tossed the goodie and grabbed the cart, making our way to the exit. "Ooooo, my favorite." It was both of their favorites, and that thought brought a smile to my face.
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I flickered on the bedroom light, tired from the day I had. I traced my hands on the desk by the door, lost in my thoughts.
All I knew right now was that I felt pathetic, and just exhausted. All I wanted was to go home, not stay in the freak show of it.
It felt haunting staying in mystic falls — I mean in all honesty, what's keeping us here? We're just living the past, one we can never have again.
I unbuttoned the flannel, throwing it to some corner of the room, making my way to the bed.
I had started to pull of the white tanktop, and only stopped when I noticed a rose on the bed.
The hairs on my neck started to rise, and that familiar feeling of being watched struck me again.
Living with a vampire never gave you much privacy, though this was different.
Maybe Damon or Bonnie put it here to try and make up for my lackluster of a day? Though I seriously doubt it.
I picked up the beautiful flower, being delicate with the thorns.
Don't overthink it. I told myself. Don't let yourself get let down.
After all, this is the same hell loop, and it'll never change.
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"I let you in..." my heart pounded so loudly I couldn't breathe, "I don't let people in." My voice cracked.
Kai Parker
"Blood will be spilled, the question is who's going to do it." My finger traced her cheek, the warmth and feel of her skin more comforting than I'd like to admit.
Damon Salvatore
"There are not many people in this world that I care about, but you are one of them."
Stefan Salvatore
"Welcome back to the world of the living, it missed you."
“Daddy didn’t give you love, and now you're starving for attention.”
“That’s not what I’m starving for.”
Prison inhibitor 01; Malachai Parker.
A sociopathic killer, who can’t feel emotion. Trapped in this world because of his coven,the only last sliver of sanity he might have is the desire to get revenge on Joshua Parker. However when the population jumps from one to four, he’ll do anything to get out, driven more than ever. He doesn't give a damn what he has to do.
Prison inhibitor 02; Cove Larson.
She never wanted to be trapped, especially with him. Though when all hope is lost in finding a way out, a second party is shown to the trio. A man-child, who she finds herself restraining from strangling. When he snaps, being trapped all over again, fear consumes her, realizing she’s left alone. Though when his tight grip grabs her arm, another feeling bubbles from under her skin, excitement.
Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Second Chance, Forbidden.
Warnings: Suicidal Thoughts/Attempt. Gore, Murder, Intense Drinking, Sex; Ropes, Knife Play, Primal Play, Choking, etc. — Read all Warnings in chapters!
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Chap. 01 — A Hell Loop
May 10th, 1994. That same day, on an endless cycle — a constant loop. Reliving the same day, day in and out without a single change will drive you mad. I mean how long until a person will break?
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In case you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m a sociopath.
Oneshots
Arrangements
As new coven leader, the first order of business is securing his line. After finding out about Joe’s pregnancy he finally decides to listen to the elders and have an arranged marriage. He just didn’t expect his new wife to drive him insane so much. (3.8K WC)
Favorite Lady
Coming soon.
Series
Power Hungry
“Daddy didn’t give you love, and now you're starving for attention.” … “That’s not what I’m starving for.”
Prison inhibitor 01; Malachai Parker. A sociopathic killer, who can’t feel emotion. Trapped in this world because of his coven,the only last sliver of sanity he might have is the desire to get revenge on Joshua Parker. However when the population jumps from one to four, he’ll do anything to get out, driven more than ever. He doesn't give a damn what he has to do.
Prison inhibitor 02; Cove Larson. She never wanted to be trapped, especially with him. Though when all hope is lost in finding a way out, a second party is shown to the trio. A man-child, who she finds herself restraining from strangling. When he snaps, being trapped all over again, fear consumes her, realizing she’s left alone. Though when his tight grip grabs her arm, another feeling bubbles from under her skin, excitement.
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It’s not enough to just kill someone these days.
Oneshots
Is always repeating itself.
“You know, Stu Macher was my favorite killer. A part of me believes he loved Tatum, but his loyalty was to someone else. You and Ethan reminds me of them. It’s like history repeating itself. Over and over and over again. How fucked up is that?”
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Who gives a fuck about movies?!
Oneshots
You rock my world.
“A deals a deal.” In which during your first trial, the killer offers you up a deal, he turns a blind eye, and you sit ever so pretty on your knees, posing for the picture.
Birds of a feather.
You thank your lucky stars that today the killer is Ghostface, because you know you’re just his type. Said type being himself, because he can’t resist being the narcissist he is.
