𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 | PREVIOUSLY ADORE YOU. ･*•｡.•*･*•｡.•* ༚ ० ✧ ० ༚ *•｡.•*･*•｡.•*･ Witches were meant to protect; they were not meant to kill. But over the years, witches began to learn that not all who possessed magic wished to use it for good. No, some of them found pleasure within chaos and violence- harvesting magic from their rituals. Believing themselves to be lost beyond redemption, the witches began to seek a cure to the darkness that plagued their species. Found deep within old and ancient magic, the twisted tongues of the ancestors proved to give them faith. For a chosen one would come forth and save them all. The problem? Said chosen one was locked away in a tomb underneath the ruins of a church in Mystic Falls, Virginia, her vampire brothers believing she died the night they were turned. And the hybrid that comes to town seeking to end his thousand years of torment has a certain interest in their savior. Will their species be saved or will they succumb to the darkness that terrorizes them? OR A story in which the youngest Salvatore is brought back from the tomb and discovers her destiny was carved into stone long before that fateful night. fem oc x klaus mikaelson background ocs x kol mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, etc. I do not own The Vampire Diaries, it belongs to Julie Plec and Warner Bros. I do however own Ivy Salvatore and any other original plot, characters, etc. cover made by me. © copyright | -loonylupins

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

Maeve Peterson and Harry Styles were soulmates from the moment they met... but what happens when one of them isn't there anymore? This is a story of love, death, friendship and a journey home. "Home. This was what it felt like. It was a place where laughter echoed against the walls, books flowed off the shelves, and love bloomed like wildflowers in the garden." *not a larry fic!!!*