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Consumed » Kai Parker by tvdkai
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"Don't underestimate the allure of darkness. Even the purest of hearts are drawn to it." When Charlotte Gilbert travels to the prison world to save her best friends, Damon and Bonnie, her life suddenly shifts. Her plans to finally bring her best friends home are thwarted by sociopathic witch, Kai Parker. Being trapped in Kai's prison world with him proves to be only the beginning of the conflicts she'll face when getting involved with a sociopath. cover made by @iriswests [winner of the 2017 tvd fan fiction awards]
funeral boy by weepies
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He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]
neighbour ➢ luke hemmings ✔️ by loudluke
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"do i seriously have to walk to the mailbox shirtless every morning just to get your attention?" {lophie} {warning; slight smut, sexual content, you get it} ©loudluke
choose | luke hemmings by abstractstyles
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It's you, May. You're what I want forever. [COMPLETE] achievements: #1 in fanfiction
flowers • a.u lrh by CluelessLover
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•bones as frail as lavender stems, skin as pale as daisies• ••• "Here." I said, then his eyes met mine and he turned as red as the roses, "Thirteen-forty-three." "What?" "For the roses." "Oh." He handed me a twenty and I gave him his change, not really speaking as we were both unsure of what to say and in a second he looked back up at me, holding a gaze for longer than most people did, opening his mouth to speak. "You have, um." he said, pointing to his eyes and I knew what he was going to say. The deep purple bags that hung under my eyes were no secret and many people would make comments on the amount of sleep I got. "Yeah, it's the CF, it causes-" but he cut me off. "You have pretty eyes."