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wolha · 2 years

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NINA DOBREV as ELENA GILBERT in THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (2009—2017) dev. Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec

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jennifersminds · 7 months

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Bonnie @ elejah in every Plastic Crown update

#writing ch 21 now and when i tell u girly is TIRED #he's been here like two days and she's done already #she's valid tho the thirst is unreal #plastic crown #the vampire diaries #elejah #elijah mikaelson #elena gilbert #bonnie bennett #fic #elena x elijah

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elena-gilbertrp · 9 months

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Closed Starter for @hybrid-royalty

The first thing she registered as she woke was an insistent sound. Elena had left her window open before she slept, but now it seemed as though a gush of wind was making her regret her decision. The window was banging against the wall, and she got up slowly, and closed it. She felt an odd sensation, the fear that she was being watched, but then this paranoia had begun the moment she learnt about the sacrifice.

She inhaled sharply and backed away. Maybe a cup of coffee, or going to Stefan's might help with the fear crawling under her skin. Elena made her way into the kitchen slowly, her limbs still sleep heavy, and made herself coffee. It was such a shame too, she'd finally gotten some good sleep. While texting Stefan, she wondered if she'd be able to sleep again tonight, with Klaus' shadow looming over her and made her way over to the door. She opened it with the intention of leaving, but the moment she looked out, she hesitated. A feeling of weariness settling into her bones as she glanced about. Everything seemed fine but something felt wrong.

#ch: elena gilbert #hybrid royalty

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dunbonnets · 10 months

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THE BLOODLINES SAGA: a wattpad collab

broken wings, stefan salvatore ( by andrea. ) • dead girl walking, caroline forbes ( by liz. ) • ruin of me, damon salvatore ( by daniella. ) • someone to you, elena gilbert ( by andrea. ) • mastermind, jeremy gilbert ( by liz. ) • midnight rain, klaus mikaelson ( by daniella. )

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founderscouncil · 5 months

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Trevor's graying corpse is cooling on the ground beside them as Elijah drops his heart with a wet squelch. Pulling out a handkerchief, he neatly wipes his hand clean, ignoring the wailing that was coming from Rose. He understood, of course. They were like siblings, who had been on the run together from a higher threat for over five hundred years. Losing him is probably devastating to the younger vampire, but he contends that the price has been paid and thinks no more of them.

His eyes slide over to the doppelganger in the corner and he steps over Trevor's body towards her. Elijah holds out his now-clean hand and gestures for her to come closer. He can see her more clearly now, and he inhales sharply when he sees her features. Not just resembling Tatia and Katerina, but damn near identical. It evokes a surge of rumbling emotions within him, though none of that shows on his face. "Elena Gilbert, I presume? Shall we proceed?" // plotted starter for @the-last-doppelganger

#[ ch: elijah mikaelson. ]#[ ic. elijah mikaelson. ]#[ elena gilbert / the-last-doppelganger. ]#the-last-doppelganger #let me know if you want me to tweak anything!

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bentrulearchived · 2 years

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[ sms: cassie ] yeah, i’m awake unfortunately :/ [ sms: cassie ] everything okay?

@philomelia

#☆ ° . * in character » interactions #☆ ° . * ch. » gilbert‚ elena #[ from 10 years ago sjhddjs sorry it took so long !! ]#q.

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bunverse · 4 months

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#oc: aurora gilbert #ch: elena gilbert

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booksandreadingismylife · 7 months

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(also here on fanfic.net if anyone still goes there)

The spell that Lucy Bennet casts to link Elena and Katherine has unintended side-effects. The natural connection between doppelgängers is not something that is easily meddled with. And with a little magic, what was always there, yet hidden, comes to the fore.The consequences ripple out to an unimaginable degree.

I had this sitting around for a while in files complete with most of an outline so I posted it back in January so that I would be motivated to write more, which sort of worked, but also, because I'm incapable of keeping things short, means that the 9-part outline I plotted is now going to take up multiple chapters per part bc chapter 2 is currently 11k+ and is not finished yet!

Smh, I should really stop trying to predict these things and just leave them open-ended.

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kaizsche · 2 months

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mystified ch 2 preview

A sharp horn from a New Yorker's car jostles him out of the illusion. Deft fingers push one door open almost smacking into an individual. Elijah utters an apology, squeezing himself between a pair of teens thrilled to meet 'Helen' the author.

Elena Gilbert (born June 22, 1992, Mystic Falls, Virginia) is an American crime fiction writer. Best known for her 2015 murder mystery novel, A Memoir of Lost Children. There were talks of a film adaptation of the beloved novel in 2018 by Netflix. As of late 2019, Gilbert announced an untitled sequel in the works after a four-year hiatus.

Helen's later exposure to the public granted her readers the opportunity to meet her face-to-face. Fate decreed his meeting with Elena through her first book signing. It does not take him too long to spot her in the crowd. She does not know it but he is marionette to her puppeteer. Forever drawn to her presence, doomed to gravitate around her.

Elijah cannot help himself. He compels his way smoothly to the queue.

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purpleyearning · 1 year

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writtenbywings · 2 years

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Life After Forever

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Elena Gilbert

Summary: [A continuation following the finale] "After our long and happy life together..." — including small snippets of everything in between. Damon and Elena live after forever.

Chapter word count: 1.5k words

Link: Life After Forever

Type: Fluffy Romance

CH.1 - THE HONEYMOON

It had been a few weeks after the wedding, and under the blistering reign of the sun, Elena was writing on the page of a new journal— something she had been gifted in the reception.

"—though after the boat ride into Venice," the page read, gliding off the end of one and beginning upon the lip of another, "we spent little to no time in unpacking, rushing down to see the sunset before our night truly began. We drank wine. Correction. I drank wine and Damon plied me with bottles I'd never heard of before. We made love under the stars… and then we fell asleep on the terrace, weeks away from moving onto the next destination, and a month into our extensive honeymoon. Half a year of travelling together before I was to begin school, and before he began his business… We're in a utopia of bliss."

Elena swept her pen across the finishing lip of the page, her silver ring glistening under the cloudless sky—its diamond hot and heavy on her finger. She had to admit, even if it wasn't aloud, that this has been the happiest she had ever been… before Stefan, even before the death of her parents.

It felt shameful to even whisper, up there in the quiet, unheard part of her brain. Though here, on the balcony leading over the many buildings in Italy—her past so far gone it could barely see her—she felt a burst of warmth in her heart that had been dead for so long.

There was a rattle on the door, and the chain came loose, Damon entering their small apartment with a twinge of unhappiness on his face. Elena placed her pen in the crease of the diary, raising to stand.

"What's wrong?" She asked, the ends of her hair—now growing at an alarming rate, as long as it had been in the beginning—blowing in the light breeze.

"My back hurts." He shook his head, as if the notion itself bothered him. There were many things Damon didn't enjoy about being human, and the slightest ache or twinge of age, or of weakness, would irritate him.

Elena came in from outside, her bare feet hot against the tiles, her hands extended to him. His eyes softened as they saw her, though the displeasure was still pulling on his lips that so often were amused.

"Let me see." She insisted, and touched him by the shoulder.

Damon hissed, and yanked his upper body away. She stared in alarm.

He stalked off into the bathroom and yanked his shirt over his head, revealing a spread of red, burnt skin. His back practically a warning sign of 'what not to do when visiting a foreign country'. It made her heart ache to see his ignorance, his dumbfounded expression as she told him.

"What do you mean burnt?"

"You need to apply sunscreen whilst we're in these places. You're human now. Your skin is going to shrivel like a raisin."

He blinked, his face a shade of pink and brown she'd never seen him have before, his eyes even more bluer than they ever had been.

(Hail the blue!)

"I didn't know human skin was so… sensitive. I thought it took a lot more than a few hours in the sun."

"Your skin isn't used to it. Here, come lay down."

"No. It's too painful."

"On your stomach. I have some cream in my bag."

He eyed her in the mirrored reflection of the bathroom. "Will that work?"

"It will make the skin not so… raw. We'll have to get some Greek yogurt at the market."

"What?" He exclaimed.

"Relax." Elena whispered with the hint of a smile, taking him by the arm and leading him to the bed. He took off his shorts and splayed out, the muscles in his arms bulging and back (despite being crisp red) toned under the glow of the sun. He hadn't combed his hair in months and there was a boyishness about him that made her stomach ache, yearning for him in ways that didn't exist before.

Elena pushed the hair off of her shoulders and squirted some cream into her hands, drifting to the bed where he laid with every intention of knocking himself out if it got worse.

She kneeled, sitting lightly upon the backs of his thighs, taking the first spread at his back. He gritted his teeth, though released no sound, his pain threshold having gained some strength points over the years. Having your neck snapped, being starved, and burned alive in hell was only the tip of the iceberg. Though he had to give it to these humans. Being sensitive to every woe of the world was sure a bitch.

Elena grazed her hands over his back, and then blew some cold air onto the tender flesh, trying not to grin as he released a groan of satisfaction. She stopped, and bent down to press her soft lips onto his shoulder blades, parting her mouth to exude more breath as she travelled down his spine.

"Stop that," he said, with honest aggravation, "or I'm going to need to lay on my back for something else."

Elena flushed red and lifted from the bed, collecting her purse from the terrace.

"I'm going to head over grocery store to get you some yogurt. I'll be back in a bit."

"No. Stay. I'll be fine."

"We're both human now, remember? No damsel in distress, no protecting one over the other. I can take care of myself. Rest up."

He turned his head to watch her, idling the way she slipped those jewelled sandals onto her feet and collected the keys from the bowl beside the door. He loved her. God. He loved her.

She turned back to flash him a smile, and then disappeared down the hall.

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"You're getting what?"

"Yogurt."

"What will that do?"

"Has no one heard of this? Greek yogurt takes the sting out of sunburn."

"You're insane."

Elena grinned, placing a pot into her shopping cart, pushing it all the way to the sweet aisle.

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in Puerto Rico, fulfilling another long-lost wish of Enzo's. He wanted to take me here after Paris."

Elena half-smiled, only imagining what the unbearable pain must feel like to lose someone like that. Like Damon. She couldn't imagine doing this trip alone.

"He had expensive taste. How many cocktails have you had?"

"Um… this is my seventh." Bonnie laughed, and it sounded good. Elena could imagine her on the beach, one of those ridiculous floppy hats keeping the sun out of her eyes, a collection of glasses beside her lounger and the ocean just in reach. It fuelled her heart knowing they got to live through their lives together. It was the way it was meant to be.

"Give him my best, will you." Bonnie then said after some time. "And tell him I'll see him in a month, when you two travel over to the Caribbean… that will give him some heat in his food."

Elena laughed, and promised she'd send the message over, her hand currently barging in a thousand cookies a minute into her shopping cart. They hung up with smiles on their faces, and Elena went over to the counter to pay… seeing something sitting just beside the till. She picked that up too and paid for it, without thinking.

Not for now… just for the future, she reminded herself.

Elena left a moment later and returned to the hotel to find Damon asleep, his hand (still sporting the wedding ring) extended over her pillow, the sun setting, his cologne on their sheets.

She decided not to wake him up, and crept over to the bed where she lifted his arm, placing it around her shoulders. She watched him, and his fluffy eyebrows that always seemed to be aimed downwards, and his lips that were pulled, and his face that was so unbearably handsome. She leant forward and kissed him, just lightly, and whispered with every ounce of emotion in her voice, "I love you."

He snored in reply, though pulled her closer out of sleeping instinct.

The pregnancy test remained in her bag.

#damon salvatore #elena gilbert #elena x damon #damon x elena #delena #delena fanfic #delena fanfiction #tvd forever #tvd fanfiction #nina dobrev #ian somerhalder

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burntsecrets · 7 days

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Slept So Long: Heart of Stone Ch. 1

Summary: It was a love story between the boy who was drowning and the girl who helped him breathe again.

Damon has been alive since 1864–as a vampire. While strolling through Mystic Falls, he spots the love of his life and the reason why he’s a monster–Katherine Pierce. Only now she’s human and calling herself by the name Elena Gilbert. Damon doesn’t care. He’ll get his revenge on Katherine. Whether she remembers him or not.

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Angst, Kidnapping Relationships: Elena Gilbert/Damon Salvatore & Katherine Pierce/Damon Salvatore Additional Tags: Human Elena Gilbert, Human Katherine Pierce, Human/Vampire Relationship, Vampire Bites, Possessive Damon Salvatore, Inspired by The Vampire Diaries, Stockholm Syndrome, Ripper Stefan Salvatore, No Humanity Stefan Salvatore, Protective Damon Salvatore, Sassy Damon Salvatore, Damon Salvatore being Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert & Damon Salvatore Friendship, Humanity Switch (Vampire Diaries) A/N Note: This was part of a role play that I started under my Damon Salvatore RP blog. It was never finished, so I thought I would finish it.

As Damon strolled down the streets of Mystic Falls, a figure caught his attention, causing him to stop and stare in disbelief. There, jogging down the street, was Katherine Pierce. His heart skipped a beat, a mix of shock and disbelief washing over him. He couldn't believe his eyes. He had thought she was dead.

Yet, here she was, alive and well, taking a run through Mystic Falls. Damon's mind raced with questions. Why had she let him believe she was dead? Why had she returned now, after all this time?

Damon pondered his next move, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Should he stalk her? The idea seemed tempting, but he shook his head, realizing it was foolish and could lead to more harm than good. Instead, he decided to confront her while she was out running. No one would come looking for her immediately if he nabbed her now.

With his decision made, Damon took a step forward, but his foot snapped a twig, catching Katherine's attention. She looked back and saw him, immediately realizing she was being pursued. She picked up her pace, attempting to outrun him.

Damon's smirk widened. Apparently, Katherine was human now and, therefore, no match for him. With the speed of a vampire, he surged forward, snatching her and knocking her unconscious.

Elena's eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar sight. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized she was lying on a cold, dirty cement floor. Rubbing her temples, she sat up, her head spinning from the sudden movement. The last thing she remembered was going out for a run and encountering a man. 'What the hell...' Her voice was barely audible, raspy from her dry throat.

Pulling herself up slowly, Elena took in the sparse room. There was a thin, old-looking cot off to the side and not much else. Fear gripped her as she wrapped her arms around herself, imagining something far worse than being locked up happening to her. She swallowed, trying to moisten her throat, and went to the small, barred window on the iron door, attempting to look out. "Hello?!" Her yell echoed faintly. "Hey! Let me the hell out of here!" It felt pointless, but it was the only natural thing to say at that moment.

"Don’t you watch horror movies? Nothing good ever comes from yelling ‘Hello!’ You should know better than that, Katherine," Damon snarked, peering into the cell.

His eyes traveled slowly over her, taking in every detail now that she was awake. Damon hadn’t had the chance to feed on her yet because he wasn’t sure if she was full of vervain. He was waiting for her to wake before he tested her. But first, he wanted to hear what she had to say about her sudden appearance in Mystic Falls after 145 years.

"So, Katherine, the last time we saw each other, Stefan and I were trying to save your ass from burning in the church. Care to elaborate on where you’ve been for the past 145 years?"

Elena jumped back a couple of feet when he appeared on the other side of the little window, her eyes wide as saucers. Katherine? She had no idea who this Katherine was, but she was sure as hell wasn’t her.

The way he looked at her made Elena feel completely uneasy as if she were on display like some animal in a cage, which essentially she was. He kept calling her Katherine, so hopefully, when he found out she wasn’t Katherine, he would just let her go on her merry way, and they both could forget about this misunderstanding.

"Listen, I don’t know who you think I am, but you have the wrong girl. My name isn’t Katherine, it’s Elena… and 145 years? I’m only seventeen…" Elena was unsure how to approach him, especially after he brought up horror movies, making it difficult to determine the appropriate course of action for dealing with someone who may be a murderer.

"Please, just let me out of here. I’m not going to tell anyone about this," Elena pleaded, holding her arms even more tightly around herself as she moved back from the door another step.

Damon's eyes narrowed as he stared at Katherine, who stood before him, trying to persuade him to let her go. He began clapping his hands slowly, a mocking smile on his lips. "Sorry, Katherine," he said, "but you'll have to do better than that if you want to convince me to release you. Your performance needs a little more rehearsal. As it stands, you're not going anywhere anytime soon."

With a firm grip, he inserted the metal bar into the slot and turned it, causing the cell door to creak open. As he stepped inside, his eyes fixed on Katherine, who shrank back instinctively from his ominous presence. With each step, his pace quickened, his movements predatory and deliberate, until he stood before her, a towering figure casting a long, menacing shadow.

"Okay, I’ll bite. If you really aren’t Katherine and just a seventeen-year-old girl, then what’s to stop you from telling anyone? How am I supposed to know that you won’t go scampering to Mystic Falls’ Finest if I let you go?" Damon asked with a flirty smirk.

Elena’s brows creased as the man on the other side of the door began to clap, calling her by a name that wasn’t her own. It was all incredibly odd and downright terrifying. She wondered what in the world she did to deserve this—or, more accurately, what this insanely old Katherine could have done to deserve it.

As he entered the cell and started moving towards her, Elena took a few steps back, her heart pounding with fear and confusion. Her big brown doe eyes widened, taking in the sight of the stranger who had invaded her personal space. The cold, hard wall at her back offered no escape. She couldn't understand the meaning behind the flirty smirk playing on his lips, or what he hoped to achieve by being here. All she knew was that this situation made her uncomfortable and scared.

Her heart racing with fear, Elena spoke in a trembling voice, "I have no reason to tell anyone. You haven't hurt me, so why should I hurt you?" She desperately wanted to escape and return to the safety of her home, where she could come up with an excuse to justify her absence. Despite her fear, she tried to remain calm and composed, hoping that her captor would release her unharmed.

Damon advanced towards her with a slow, measured gait, his movements graceful and almost cat-like. With every step, he inched closer to his prey, his eyes fixed on her with an unblinking intensity, like a predator stalking its prey. He stopped a few feet away from her and cocked his head to the right, taking in her scent, her fear, and her vulnerability. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest, almost drowning out all other sounds, and he could practically taste her fear on his tongue. The scent of her adrenaline was intoxicating, and it made his blood boil with excitement. Perfect, Damon thought to himself. Fear and adrenaline always made the blood taste sweeter, and they were the main reasons why he loved to chase his food rather than compelling it.

In the dimly lit room, Damon gazed at Elena, wondering why he had never considered having fun with her before. As the dimly lit room cast its shadows, he leaned closer, his piercing eyes locking with hers. Suddenly, he stepped aside and gestured towards the open door behind him, compelling her to stay.

"You will not leave this house for any reason," Damon compelled her, then he stepped aside and gestured towards the open door behind him. He held her gaze for a moment longer before finally saying, "Run."