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Was he really that protective of his sister? Did he fear someone hurting her that much? Katherine had known the Gilbert duo to be close, the death of their guardians leaving them to fight for solely each other. What she hadn’t known was the extent of their l o y a l t y to one another.
a jerlena + TLOU moodboard (selflessgilbert)
".....has died." finish it in my ask.
i have g r e e t e d dear
A G O N Y
i have clasped hands with
D E A T H
one is my
D E S T I N Y
the other is my
F R I E N D
The worst day of loving someone is the day that you lose them.
❛ ——— jeremy ? the HUNTER, correct ? i have absolutely not a clue as to where he is but i could always look for him ? ❜
amara was ALWAYS willing to help out, it was the least she could do after the eldest salvatore had saved her. however, it had taken sometime before she accepted such as SOMETHING to be grateful for. shifting the cellular device to her other shoulder, amara punched in the combination to the chain ON her bicycle. she would need it if she was going to sought out the young hunter.
❛ yes. that one. --sorry for bothering you with this, amara. I'm overly concerned when it comes to my brother and I can't afford to see him in danger again. so.. thank you. --how are you doing, by the way? ❜
the gratefulness in her voice was mixed with CONCERN, but still noticeable perhaps. as for elena herself, she went outside to look for jeremy. perhaps he was busy, or hanging out and unintentionally ignoring her call but elena had to make sure. on another side & for different reason, she also felt concerned for amara. as she walked on the sidewalks, the older gilbert divided her ATTENTION between the search of jeremy and the phone call, silently expecting amara's answer.
“I saw a shooting star and thought of you.” [ have a random meme bc perfection ]
a shooting star.
The beauty of this certain astronomical phenomenon would captivate anyone, —elena herself included. But, she genuinely wondered what caused him to think of her? A wandering thought, perhaps? For the fact that she was no one. A girl named Elena Gilbert, with a compassionate heart. That was all she had. —Those falling stars weren’t only beautiful, they could grant someone’s wish. And Elena? What she brought was chaos. Oh, how she wished to be one of them. A shooting star would appear briefly, for mere seconds but it had a purpose, as how people believed. To make a wish come true.
❝ ——Really? ❞
A slight disbelief adorned her soft features, her lips graced with a warm, gentle smile. Certainly, she felt flattered by his words but did she deserve it? No. With him thinking of her, he had missed a chance for his wish to come true. The smile on her lips widened while she shook her head, expressing a disapproval over his earlier statement. —For whatever reason why he had a thought of her, it was not right. Not what would Elena wanted him to do.
❝ You shouldn’t. —You should’ve think about yourself and to wish upon them, Elijah. That’s how it works, isn’t it? Won’t work if you think of someone else, ..not me, obviously. ❞
Maybe, —maybe when it would be her turn to see a shooting star, she would think of Elijah. To wish him happiness, because whether he’s a human, or a vampire, let alone the one of the oldest vampire, he deserved happiness. Everyone does. That was the purpose to keep on living, to hope that someday they would find a shred of happiness. A soft chuckle emerged from the brunette’s lips as her gaze averted away from him, —gazing longingly upon the sky instead. Next time, when it came to the moment for her to witness a shooting star, she would remember this moment, his words, —and to wish for him.
❝ But.. I wish I’m one of the shooting star. That way, I can grant your wish. For you to have some happiness. ❞
Freya smiled as she listened to Elena, happy that she got it right. “That it is. I am happy for your sake that you kept my number then.” She then walked up. Before answering she hung up and got the vampires to leave. “Marcellus is my nephew and those are some of his new vampires. I do apologize they have trust issues with new vampires.”
The abrupt end of the call didn't bother her much, Elena was prepared to go on her way. At least until the female showed up and personally putting an end to the problem. "No, it's alright. Not all vampires can be trusted, right? I'll be careful while I'm here. But, I wonder if I just walked in to a war, or something? Because this Marcellus seemed to take it on the extreme level.."
Almost as if she were trying to wake the brunette from a deep sleep, Bonnie grasps her shoulders and gives her a good shake. “Come on, Elena!” After a moment though, she pulls back and waits. Elena was obviously dead but she wasn’t gray or veiny. That meant the damage was only temporary and she would be popping back up any minute now. She would just have to wait it out.
As expected, Elena rose from the dead only a few short moments later. A small smile forms in response and she wraps her arms tightly around her form. “I keep asking myself the same question.” She laughs, sniffing as emotion takes over. Words could not even describe how much she had missed everyone.
“Elena, what happened? Why were you dead on Caroline’s living room floor?” Releasing the brunette, she wipes at the moisture pooling in her eyes and awaits a response. By now, she knew better than to expect things to be normal around here but she didn’t quite expect them to happen so soon after coming home. Upon a realization, her expression suddenly shifts into one of anger. “It was Kai, wasn’t it? I’m going to KILL that son of a bitch.”
Their reunion didn't last long, to think that there was another problem awaits for them. The hug soon ended even the whirl of emotions still surrounding both of the girls. "We'll celebrate about your return, Bonnie. I promise." It certainly worth a celebration more than a hug or exchanging emotions, but not in this situation. Elena stood up, watching the room with expectancy. Caroline wasn't here anymore, as it seemed. "No, it's not Kai."
Facing Bonnie once again, she bit her lip while considering to inform her or give some moments of peace. But, too late, Bonnie's anger was quite obvious and Elena decided to tell the truth. There's no use of hiding that one. "Bonnie.. There's something I have to tell you.." Stepping closer, a look of concern immediately filling her features, "It's.. --It's Caroline. Something happened to her and short story, she snapped my neck."
Recalling the similar event a few months ago, when it was the reverse of the current situation, Elena sighed in exasperation. Despite her will to tell Bonnie about everything, the brunette wasn't able to drop the bomb rightaway. "Do you remember when I attacked Caroline? --And you? That's what happening right now." Her voice was shaky, yet still coherent enough to form the words. Dropping some hints might help Bonnie to figure it out. "Her mom died. And she.. ----This is the aftermath.."
MYSTIC HILLS, CALIFORNIA —— it’s a town where everyone knows everyone & most secrets are hard to keep. well, unless you’re one of the few that’s in on the best kept secret in town. the town has been a supernatural hub ever since it’s founding, as the founding families ( the gilberts, the lockwoods, the forbes, the salvatores, the fells, the hales, the martins, & the whittmores ) built their new town on the hellmouth. the supernatural had already been present, but they began to flock there even more once the town filled with life. once the town had given them prey. years later, the town is still filled with the same supernatural creatures ( from vampires & werewolves to demons & ghosts —— everything you could imagine ), although now there are some that are there to PROTECT the town, along with the current slayer. the town is going to need it more than ever with the mikaelson family coming to town. their presence would mean bad news on a good day, but they’re coming for a reason. one of them is c u r s e d. & he wants nothing more than to break it. they had many people out on the look for her & now the family line has resurfaced. he has the one that he needs to no longer keep his werewolf side dormant. after being attacked by peter hale, the immune has been found.
born in darkness is a teen wolf x the vampire diaries crossover based off of a former rpg. one of the mods of the former rpg is running this, so it’s all legit. please read under the cut for more information on canon switches that have been made to mesh the two worlds better for this plot. under the cut, you will also find all of the rules, the available spaces, and what you need to send to join.
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MY DAD’S A POLICE OFFICER AND HE ALWAYS COMES HOME COMPLAINING ABOUT HIS DUMB NEW PARTNER WHO’S STRAIGHT OUT OF TRAINING AND WHEN THEY FINALLY HIT IT OFF HE COMES OVER FOR DINNER AND FUCK I DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS SO HOT AU
I’ll survive. Somehow I always do.
although the question was meant out of sheer compassionate concern, it sent a chill down his spine. nightmares seemed to be the last of his worries, plagued by the thoughts of where she had ended up, where she could have ended up, what would happen the next time that he left her. “nothing to be concerned with. little sleep is simply part of the job. it’s nothing at all.” and yet, she wrote off her own distress with such nonchalance that his stomach clenched, mind sifting through the many contemplations that could aid in helping her find something more stable. “an abandoned home?” now his eyes snapped up, filled with unbridled disappointment, lower lip jutted out just slight. “no, elena, abandoned homes, especially in this city, they are not safe. not just from other people but asbestos and faulty structure, softened foundation. most of those homes are condemned for good reason.” but what was he to do? how was he to help? his eyes lingered upon his sandwich, thumb and index finger pinching the bridge of his nose. soon however, the only option lay against his tongue with nothing more than a need to offer. eyes finding hers, he made a decision between offer and demand. “i want you to come with me. home. i want you - to come to my home with me.”
For such matter, his response wasn't really unexpected. Elijah being a part of authorities, he might be aware the criminal rate in this city. So far, there was no harm inflicted to Elena for living in an abandoned house but he pointed out the inevitable ones, which would happen soon or later. Elena did notice the fragility of the house, the cracks in the walls, and the holes on the roof, --there was a reason why it was abandoned. His offer, however, rendered her speechless. The last bite of sandwich she held was forgotten. Silence elongated as she pondered the answer thoroughly. "What if I'm a criminal? Or a nuisance, --what if I have a behaviour you can't tolerate?" The brunette spoke with a combination of a playful smile and softened gaze. Certainly, in her right mind, Elena wanted to accept right away, but she didn't want his offer based on pity. It was exactly the reason why she attempted to plant some doubts in his mind. Biting the last piece of her sandwich, and after making sure he finished his, Elena slid off from her chair. Standing on her feet and looking toward Elijah, her lips curved into a smile of approval. What she was about to do was unnecessary but she had to make sure he genuinely asked her because he wanted it, not for any other reason. Plus, his offer was more demanding than how an offer should be, she had no other option than to accept his kindness. "How about.. Show me your place and then I'll give you the answer."
ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ғᴀʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ caroline wanted to do for a living for the rest of her life, but working at COYOTE UGLY was far from terrible. the girls were nice ( & the ones that didn’t act so pleasant from the get go were usually just ones that were slow to warm to new people ), and the customers were generally enjoyable. every once in awhile, a real jackass would grace them with their presence, but the people who worked here had to be the type to take care of themselves. if all else failed, there was always others around to be of h e l p. one of these days, caroline would be out of here, happy to have been here but happier to have achieved something more. if only that time had already arrived. —— — she couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something FAMILIAR about the new face across from her. her named rolled off her tongue as she introduced herself, a name that caroline hadn’t heard often, but only brought another wave of curiosity. it couldn’t be, couldn’t it? she let it roll off, knowing it was too UNLIKELY for that to be true in this big city. ‘ it’s always worth a shot to try anything once. we’ve had girls run out the door in mid - audition before, but with the attitude you’ve got, i think you’ll do just FINE. —— elena, you said? it’s been a long time since i’ve met anyone with that name. i’m caroline. ’
the strong suspicion about the blonde being someone who was very familiar & close to her, it strengthened along with caroline's statement. brown eyes widened in wonder and surprise. it can't be. what's the odd of being reunited by her childhood friend, in here? although elena knew, coincidence happens. or was it FATE? well, either way, she would embrace the truth. if it was true, what a great motivation to have. working here would be delightful and fun, she could feel it in her skin already. a place where she belonged, new (and possibly also old if her suspicion was true) friends to have. excitement crossed her features as she canted her head to the side. the audition sounded quite hard but for many reasons, elena didn't feel encouraged. only curious & motivated.
' that bad? but thank you for the vote of confidence. I will do my best, both in the audition and if I get accepted. ..wait, wait. your name is caroline? and you remind me of my old friend. ----are you caroline forbes? ----it's me, elena. '
I just d e c i d e d that me smoking a joint with my little brother might be the most n o r m a l thing that we’ve done together in years.
"Of course Marcellus little vampires my look ferocious but they know who to be scared of.” Freya then smiled, happy that she had not realized who it was. “Well you will just have to wait and see, love. I am happy you kept my number though. I think everyone in that town ditched it when I left.”
At the female's response, Elena had to take a short glance at her phone screen to identify the female. "Freya. --Right? After a quick look, I'm pretty sure this is your number. Not everyone, I'm still keeping yours as you can see." A soft, relieved laugh fell from Elena's lips. "Again, thank you. --But, who is Marcellus? A friend of yours? That's my guess, since his vampires feared you.."
"Of course it is. Just let yourself in. I’m decent," she told her playfully with a suggestive tone. As she spoke on the phone, she already began to pull snacks out of the cabinet. What was a best friend day without snacks? ”Saving you from Damon? That’s my specialty. We can not talk about him or talk about all his faults. Whatever you want.”
"You're the best." A cheerful tone slipped in her voice when the words were spoken. By this time, she already arrived in Forbes' porch. But Elena kept talking in the phone as she let herself in, went straight into the kitchen. "About Damon, we'll see if I can be drunk enough to talk and vent. But for now, I need distractions." Once she found Caroline, the brunette ended the call and raising a liquor bottle she carried. "--I brought the best distraction ever."
Monsters are born of pain and grief and loss and anger.
Jim Butcher, The Dresden Files (via tflatte)
