#Gilbert Mead

[ausaplenty]

Bouquet for sorrow and regret

A mix of AUs and characters

Asphodel to indicate your regret will follow you to the grave (Gilbert, Kiara - Betrayal AU)

Azalea for fragility in a difficult time (Kiara, Gilbert, Lilian - Soldier Poet King AU)

Snowdrop for consolation and hope of better days ahead (Ren, Jade - ATLA AU)

Rue for regret (Thomas, Violet - Pre-P14H)

Willow for mourning (Ren, Thomas - Red Hood AU)

Gilbert Mead, Kiara Scuro - Betrayal AU

Asphodel – regret that follows you to the grave

Kiara smiled tiredly at him from the back corner booth as he entered the Chinese restaurant, one hand on the stroller next to her.

Ren and Skye had texted earlier with their excuses.

<SPSRA mission out of state. Will see you next time>

<Big project due tomorrow. Sorry!>

The unofficial Team Awesome monthy reunions were nearing expiration, with Gilly and Kiara clinging on by their nails. They weren’t doing it for themselves, though, as much as they were trying to keep something alive.

Lilian.

He’d almost backed out today. Made up some excuse about research and apologized. At least with the other two absent, the bitterness wouldn’t be so quick to rise for the blonde.

Kiara blamed Ren and Skye for staying at SPSRA, after what happened to their best friend. For glossing over the false imprisonment and agonizing pain because SPSRA was the “greater good.”

“Tell me who they’re helping?” Kiara demanded, her lips twisted into a snarl as she glared at the other two.

“We’re helping people. The engineers are improving technology so we’re less reliant on the Basement and –“ Skye recoiled as the word spurred a hiss from the shadow walker.

Ren refused to cave under the weight of hostility. “It’s making a difference, Kiara, and Skye and Thomas and I are doing what we can to make sure what happened to Lily isn’t repeated.”

“It shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

Gilbert was safe from Kiara’s rage, though he didn’t deserve it. The chip was his fault. His work had killed Lilian.  

“Hey Gilly,” Kiara greeted when he slid onto the scarlet vinyl seat across from her. “I ordered egg rolls for us already, I’m famished. And I ordered tea for you.”

“Thanks,” he said. He nodded toward the stroller. “How is she?”

Kiara’s smile should have been radiant, befitting a proud new mother, as she pulled  the blanket away from the carrier’s opening. The tiny baby with a mess of black curls slept in her seat, tiny squeaks escaping occasionally.

“LiLi would have loved her,” the shadow walker murmured. “With how much she loved kids? It would have been hard to pry Inali out of her arms.”

Gilbert’s heart twisted.

“I’m moving,” he blurted out awkwardly, resting his hands on the table. “T-There’s a company in San Diego that wants my help creating assistive devices.”

Kiara’s gloved hands covered his. He met her eyes.

“I get it.”

Kiara Scuro, Gilbert Mead, Lilian Moros - Soldier, Poet, King AU

Azalea – fragility during a difficult time

“Gilbert!” Kiara shouted between coughs as she stumbled through the masses. Her voice was lost in the barrage of screams and wails as the soldiers set fire to the huts and shacks that had barely sheltered the people of Beryn. “Gilly!”

The soldiers bore no symbols, a shield to protect the lord and his cronies from suspicions when he offered the village protection, but Kiara knew their purpose.

A mercenary barreled toward her atop a piebald stallion, the pike in his grasp aimed at her gut. The blonde snarled as she rolled out of his path, lashing out with a dark tendril. The shadow wrapped around his neck, cutting into his flesh before Kiara gave a vicious yank and severing the soldier’s head.

There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. They will tear your city down

Somebody plowed into her, knocking her to the ground. She twisted in their grasp, wrestling her attacker beneath her with a blade to their throat. Angry brown eyes glared up at her.

A mousy-haired young man glared up at her, straining against Kiara’s thighs straddling his torso. “Bastards,” he spat. “We were fine before you and your friends got here, with your talk of free and fairness. I warned my lord -

Kiara growled, climbing off of him. “Get out,” she ordered. “The blame lies with your lord.”

She strode into the shadows, cursing to herself.

Her role in this ballad was plain. A weapon to be wielded as they severed the chains of slavery and oppression. And unfortunately, her companions knew their purpose too.

Lilian to find the tyrants, to glean as much information for their cause. Sometimes, their hearts could be swayed with words. She was the appeal, a chance for the villain to change their ways before Kiara gave them no alternative.

There will come a poet, whose weapon is their word. She will slay you with her tongue.

And Gilbert.

He was architect, laying the foundation for the people to rule and govern themselves.

There will come a ruler, whose brow is laid with thorn. Smeared with oil, like David’s brow.

“Kiara!” Gilbert’s voice pierced the chaos and the blonde sped up until she laid eyes on him. He was struggling against a chokehold, a thick arm cutting off his air supply.

She surged out of the darkness and lashed out with a razor-thin whip that cut into the mercenary’s arm.

The soldier grunted in surprise at the wound and her appearance, freeing her friend in his shock. “Move!” she barked.

A shadow swept out, knocking the attacker off his feet. The blond man obeyed, scrambling out of the way. The dark tentacle elongated and thickened, thrashing wildly with the mercenary in its grasp until he was a bloody pulp.

Freed, Gilbert ran toward a burning hut. He yelled something at her, the words lost in his coughs and the screams of somebody trapped inside the structure.

“- have to save them!” she caught.

Awareness dawned on her as she recognized the home’s position in the village.

The healer’s hut.

Gilbert slammed into the door, his shoulder shattering the wood. He inhaled deeply, sucking in as much clear air as he could before he went to cover his nose and mouth.

“Like hell you’re going in there,” Kiara snapped, trapping his foot with a shadow so he was tethered to the ground. She ran past him, a wave of darkness gathering over her in a dark shield. Burning thatch fell against it. Her eyes landed on the forms trapped on the other side of fiery pile of debris.

Not debris. Materials. Items piled there and set ablaze.

The soldiers had gone for the healer first.

Rage boiled inside her. She brought the shadow down on herself, rising into the darkness and emerging on the other side. A woman stared up at her, a toddler clutched in her arms as she shielded a third body.

Kiara threw herself on top of the trio, calling the shadows to her. They sank into the black, the blonde pulling them behind her out into the village. She grabbed Gilly and transported them to the woods.

The conscious woman shrieked as they emerged, pulling away from the shadow walker, and pressing the child to her chest. She sobbed as she saw the village in the distance, flames growing as the fields and huts burned, and she collapsed to the grounds, her wails and the toddler’s blending together.

Gilbert crouched beside the healer, his hands hovering fearfully over the warm, wet stain on her abdomen. “No no no no,” he cried. “Kiara –“

She pulled him to his feet and turned him away from the body to envelope him a hug. “We need to go, Gilly, LiLi is waiting.”

~*~

“I don’t know what happened,” Gilbert said, staring into the campfire. “Beryn wasn’t ready for that. We needed more time.”

Their work was tenuous, a precarious tower balancing on a few feeble stones. They worked in stages, careful to time each right so as not set the chain of events in motion too soon.

“Selene – she was my choice to lead,” he explained.

“She was a good choice,” Lilian agreed as she pressed a heel of bread into his hands. The man accepted it, but just turned it over in his hands. She glanced over at Kiara. “She was willing to challenge the lord before we arrived, just for the sickness spreading through the village because of the overwork and rotten food.”

The blonde woman nodded her understanding.

“I don’t know what happened,” Gilbert lamented.

“One of the villagers told the lord. He said as much before I found Gilly, when he blamed us for the soldiers attacking,” Kiara supplied. She prodded a burning log with a stick, shifting the pile so it collapsed in the center. “Mousy hair, ears too big for his head – sound familiar?”

“Jaren,” LiLi offered as she sat between them. “Idolized the guards, but was too scrawny to be one.”

The trio sat in silence, Gilbert leaning against Lilian in support.

She knew Gilbert was blaming himself. He wasn’t considering that the lord could have attacked the healer even if their trio hadn’t shown up, if Selene was prepared to stand up to the nobility. No, he was too caught in the moment, connecting his presence to her death.

“So the question is,” Kiara scowled, “Do we let this behavior go unpunished?”

 Ren, Jade – ATLA AU

Snowdrop - consolation and hope for better days ahead

“Here,” Jade said, pressing a warm bowl into Ren’s hands. She grinned when the air bender eyed it suspiciously. “It’s not sea prunes, I promise. Just broth.”

Ren took a sip, closing her eyes as she felt the warmth fill her.

“What happened after –“ she winced at the memory of the lightning strike, her entire body tensing instinctively.

“Thomas held Reed and Kiara off so I could escape with you. We heard reports that he was captured,” Jade answered, sitting back on her feet. She scowled, her eyes bright with fury. “The Fire Prince and Princess are returning to the Fire Nation while the ships converge on Ba Sing Se to –“

“Take control,” Ren growled, her grip tight around the bowl. “I forgot it fell.”

She failed.

Anger clenched at her chest, its claws painful around her heart. Her mouth tightened and she brought the soup to her lips to mask it.

Jade noticed with a frown. “It won’t last, Ren, we’ve still got the Day of the Black Sun and Jasper’s actually got a half decent plan that doesn’t require the Earth King’s armies.”

“What’s the plan?” Ren demanded, itching to rid herself of the heavy burden of failure. She set her bowl down and grabbed her glider, the wooden weight a familiar feeling in her hand. With a grunt, she pushed herself to her feet and leaned her body against the staff. “What do I need to do –“

“You need to lay down and rest,” the water bender ordered. “You’re so weak after the healing session, I could knock you over with one finger.”

The avatar glared at her as she eased herself down on to the mattress.

“I know it’s annoying and you’re exhausted and drained,” Jade sighed. “But there’s nothing you can do about it tonight and you’re not going to defeat anybody if you don’t give yourself time to heal.”

She cleaned up as Ren spread out on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

 Thomas, Violet – Pre-P14H

Rue – regret

“Thomas?” somebody asked, shaking his shoulder.

The dream walker snapped out of the trance he was in, staring at the paperwork laid in front of him on tiny metal desk. Violet frowned at him, only taller because of the way the shoddy chair sank to the bottom of the supportive shaft.

“’M sorry,” he slurred, rubbing his eyes. “Dream walkers and their cat naps, you know how it goes.”

The council member squeezed his shoulder worryingly. “I do. I also know that wasn’t helpful in the slightest.”

He sighed.

If it were any of the other council members, he would doubt the sincerity of their questions. A dream walker who couldn’t sleep well enough was useless to them, just a body that didn’t serve its purpose.

“Vance Elliot’s resignation just became official,” Violent explained as she shook her head. “I know you were close with he and his sister, Thomas, and I’m wondering if you needed time.”

Vance hadn’t answered his calls. The times Thomas had sought him out had been met with hostility and rage.

Charlotte Elliot was dreamless. And out of the hospital she’d been sent to after the operation failed.

“There hasn’t been enough time, Violet,” he answered with a bitter chuckle. “Vance blames me. Even if I didn’t perform the surgery. Even if I fought against Lottie getting that kind of treatment. I’m the catalyst.”

If he had known SPSRA would use her as a test subject, would he have told the council about her? Would he have trusted Vance’s ability to contain her powers when the man was restless as a tumbleweed and itching to go on the next mission?

He shook his head.

“Take some time off, Thomas,” Violet urged. “Catch up on your sleep. Stop thinking about what could have been done differently. And when you get back, the paperwork for your promotion will be finalized.”

The dream walker stared at her as if she had two heads. “Promotion?”

“That’s right. The council decided you’ve shown potential,” the older woman informed him with a proud smile. “When you get back, we’ll put you in mentorship training and you’ll soon start working to recruit and train SPSRA’s heroes.”

Why?

A part of him – a voice that sounded like his former partner – wondered if this reward was for his silence. Don’t talk about Charlotte and the organization’s errors. Betray your friends for the ‘greater good’ and get a new title and status among the agency.

Or was this caution. He’d been vocal about the Council’s flaws. He hadn’t been on a retrieval mission since the operation, but could he go on another with the nagging thought that this target could be the next Charlotte Elliot?

He pushed it all down.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said with a tight smile. “I appreciate the trust.”

 Ren, Thomas – Red Hood AU

Willow – mourning

“We can’t find her.”

Ren stared at Morpheus’s office door, her fingers tight on the manilla folder and its contents.

She’s argued against this. Had told the Council that he wasn’t ready, hadn’t given up on Kiara – it was cruel to ask him to take on a new sidekick when he was still obsessively searching for his last one.

Two years is enough time to accept the person you’d promised to protect – and failed to do so – was dead.

She sighed and raised her fist to knock. “Thomas? It’s Ren,” she called. “I have – the Council an assignment.”

The dream walker didn’t answer and the shapeshifter hesitantly turned the knob.

And stepped into an empty office.

“Thomas?” Ren frowned at the lit desk lamp and the papers scattered around the desk. She could see the old photos they’d been sent of Kiara, her face bruised and her body bloody in a sterile white room. Her frowned deepened when she noticed the foot peeking around the corner. “Thomas …”

The redhead was stretched out on his back, his face screwed into a scowl as it did when his dreams weren’t yielding the results he wanted.

She pulled a chair to the corner and settled in to wait for him to wake on his own.

“You can’t find her?” Ren asked as she sat next to her mentor.

“He’d find some way to cut her off from me,” Thomas muttered, raking his hands through his hair. The bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, ironic for a man whose power required sleep. “A drug, another dream walker – he wouldn’t want to risk me ruining this for him.”

“So it’s not as if he’s just keeping her in the dark about where she is, he’s found a way to eliminate the risk of you completely.”

The thought sent a chill down her spine. Morpheus was one of the few things about SPSRA Ren had complete faith in. And somebody knew the faults in his powers.

The redhead wiped his eyes with the heal of his hand. “Vance always did think of everything.”

She opened the folder, analyzing the contents so she’d have ammunition against his arguments for why he couldn’t accept a new protegee and to convince herself of them herself.

Ren was part way through when Thomas stirred, a groan escaping his lips. She grabbed the water bottle off the desk and offered it to him as he sat up.

“Ren? What time is it?” He asked with a raspy voice. He took the bottle and drank thirstily, trying to fight how dry his mouth felt.

“Around 6,” the shapeshifter supplied. “Thomas, the Council held a meeting.”

“They have a lot of those,” Thomas said dryly, pulling himself to his feet. Palms spread on his desk, he scowled. “Anything worthwhile?”

His eyes narrowed on the folder when she laid it out open in front of him, focusing on the photo of the young woman in front of a lined wall and holding a plaque with a number.

“Thomas –“

“No.” He shoved the folder away. “I’m not taking another protegee. SPSRA policies specify a mentor can only have one –“

Ren closed her eyes.

“SPSRA has updated Inkling’s file. As far as the Council is concerned, Inkling is no longer MIA,” she told him stoically, trying to keep the fury out of her voice. She’d argued this as much as she protested assigning Thomas a new mentee, enraged by the cold bureaucracy of it.

“And what about Kiara? Or did they not care that she was – is more than a code name?” he hissed.

She met his eyes. “You better than any one know how the Council considers these decisions.”

Teacher was dead in the eyes of SPSRA too, despite Vance Elliot walking through Manhattan without a care in the world. But if they wanted to divorce themselves from any of his actions, the reports had to say the hero was dead.

How many disillusioned heroes were roaming the world, knowing that their accomplishments and victories no longer mattered since they’d left SPSRA.

“I’m not taking another student,” Thomas insisted.

“What if she needs you?” Ren retorted. “Thomas, this is her last chance.”

Lilian Moros was an alias, one of several SPSRA had noted, but her strikes carried through whatever name she used. If Thomas rejected this, she’d be inhibited and incarcerated.

“Then you mentor her,” the dream walker snapped, folding his arms across his chest. “Meta has enough sway in the community. Your reputation will protect her.”

“It will once. After that, her next mistake will be her last,” the brunette answered, pointing to the list of prior crimes. “Morpheus pioneered the mentor program, Thomas, you know every one – including her – deserves room to make errors.”

He bowed his head. “I need to find her, Ren.”

“I’m not asking you to give up on her, Thomas.” the shapeshifter put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m asking you to do the thing that you stay with SPSRA for … I’m asking you to help somebody.”

[userlaylivia]

I forgot some more again so I'm gonna make a part 3 lmao like I forgot rachel green, monica gellar, raven reyes, octavia blake, prue halliwell, and etc so be warned lol it may not be as many as the last two though lol

tagging some people: @maya-matlin, @tudorgirl, @nessa007, @useragarfield, @makeyouminemp3

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↳ request: a coven ft. diana meade, bonnie bennett, and elena gilbert 

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“I met a lady in the meads,

Full beautiful, a fairy’s child;

Her hair was long, her foot was light,

And her eyes were wild.”

— La Belle Dame sans Merci, John Keats. 1819.

La Belle Dame sans Merci, Frank Dicksee. 1901. Chappell Roan wearing Y/Project’s Fall ‘24 and Rabanne’s Spring ‘24 at the MTV VMAS, 2024.

📸; Image One: Mike Coppola, Getty Images.

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[gogandmagog]

On readying Rilla, is there any new info or scene with Shirley in it? I always found really weird that he's not even mentioned much even if its just him being there LOL. He's even the closest to Rilla in age and you would expect them to be closer...

A girl after my own heart, with this question! Man, I scouted the pages looking for more Shirley hard. I was so hoping! Alas. It kind of comes up a draw. He was actually erased more than you’d expect! In the RoI book, if you’ll recall, Shirley’s first narrative action (of his own, where he’s not simply being included in a group with his siblings), is trying to lure Dog Monday into coming home after he spent a few days living at the train station, post-Jem’s departure. WELL DO YOU KNOW IT WAS WALTER that Maud originally had doing so? She went back and crossed out Walter, and then put in Shirley. I was okay with this change! But…

A little later in the canon book, Gilbert goes on to hire Joe Mead to construct a little kennel for Dog Monday to sleep in, at the station. The original manuscript showed that Shirley was the one to do this (and not paid, at that).

How cute would that’ve been? 🫠

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＿＿＿＿＿ Ikemen Prince Suitors Ranked By The Number Of Attempts It Takes Them To Defeat Sephiroth In Kingdom Hearts 1 ￣￣￣￣￣

LEON . One attempt, but the battle is long and difficult and ends with Leon extending a hand to Sephiroth and offering him to join his party. Sephiroth accepts

CHEVALIER . Due to a glitch, he's able to enter the battle with Sephiroth right after he boots the game up the first time. Somehow, even without weapons or magic, he makes Sephiroth submit

SARIEL . Diligently spends one year playing five minutes of Kingdom Hearts every day until he's maxed out everything. He enters the coliseum, taps Sephiroth with the basic keyblade, Sephiroth explodes

RIO . Two tries, but only because he sees you doing something really cute out of the corner of his eye during his first try

JIN . Somehow convinces Sephiroth to go for drinks with him instead, unlocking a never-before-seen cutscene where Sephiroth cries into his mead

NOKTO . Too busy "accidentally" loading Licht's save-file only to leave Sora stranded on top of Big Ben, but with a lot more coins than he started out with

GILBERT . "I'd love to battle Sephiroth, but for some reason he never spawns whenever I'm there."

LUKE . Likes to enter the 100-Acre Woods and then put the controller down and go to sleep with positive honey vibes in the background. As such, he's unaware that you can even battle Sephiroth

KEITH . Hasn't left Traverse Town because he's too busy helping the NPCs and random Nobodies with daily errands

LICHT . Keeps having to get Sora down from Big Ben, and by the time he does, it's time for him to go back to work again

CLAVIS . 2,999 attempts but he feels good about this next try

SILVIO . Carlo has lost count of the number of controllers he's had to replace

YVES . Clavis told him Birth By Sleep is the first game in the franchise

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New Beginnings

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uzRSJEU by NightShade23 In which an 6-year-old Harry Potter is abandoned in a random forest after being severely beaten by Uncle Vernon due to casting accidental magic again that hurt his cousin, Dudley, he is certain that he is going to die due to blood loss, but as he goes unconscious, his many times over grandmother, Heka the Personification of Magic appears and heals him before taking him to the distant planet, Arcánea, where she gives him to her other descendant, Empress Aerith Peverell-Targaryen, who is infertile due to a curse upon her body. (If you would like a series of the history of Arcanea, let me know in the comments) Words: 3342, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Game of Thrones (TV), Teen Wolf (TV), The Vampire Diaries (TV), Vampire Academy Series - Richelle Mead, Van Helsing (2004), Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Shadowhunter Chronicles - Cassandra Clare, Twilight Movie Series - Stephenie Meyer, Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M, F/M, Multi, F/F Characters: Imperial Prince Hadrian James Peverell (Harry James Potter), OC - Empress Aerith Peverell-Targaryen of Arcánea, OC - Imperial Prince Consort Raeran Peverell-Targaryen of Arcánea, The Hale Family (Teen Wolf), The McCall Family (Teen Wolf), The Stilinski Family (Teen Wolf), The Argent Family (Teen Wolf), The Martin Family (Teen Wolf), The Dragomir Family (Vampire Academy), The Mikaelson Family (Vampire Diaries), The Belikov Family (Vampire Academy), The Hathaway Family (Vampire Academy), The Salvatore Family (Vampire Diaries), The Peverell Family (Harry Potter), The Slytherin Family (Harry Potter), The Targaryen Family (Game of Thrones), The Petrova Family (Vampire Diaries) Relationships: Alexander Lightwood-Bane/Magnus Lightwood-Bane, Dimitri Belikov/Rose Hathaway, Ethan Steiner/Jackson Whittemore, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lissa Dragomir/Christian Ozera, Past Derek Hale/Unknown?, Past Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate (Hale), past Stiles Stilinski/Lydia Martin, Past Malia Tate (Hale)/Scott McCall, Past Chris Argent/Melissa McCall - Relationship, Damon Salvatore/Elena Salvatore née Gilbert, Past Caroline Salvatore née Forbes/Stefan Salvatore, Keelin Malraux/Freya Mikaelson, Harry J. Potter/OC - Samuel Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Eventual Romance, Wizarding World is screwed, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Harry Potter is a Parseltongue, The Veil Isn't A Portal To Death, The Veil Is A Portal To The Homeland, Harry Potter Is Summoned By The Goblet Of Fire, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry Potter Was An Horcrux But Isn't Anymore, Harry Potter was Raised by Other(s), Royal Prince Harry Potter, Earth (Aka Terra) Was Created by Elementals To Put the Squibs There, Magical Population Of Earth Is Gathered by & Reintroduced To Arcánea (Aka The Homeland), Harry Potter was Adopted by Other(s), Harry Potter Was Descended From Necromancers, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, All Magical People of Earth Are Descended From Squibs, All Non-Magical People of Earth Are Descended From Squibs, Malec, Happens After The Shadowhunter Series, Alternate Timeline, Stefan Salvatore Is Dead, Peter Hale Doesn't Become Human, Harry Can Get Pregnant, Happens After Teen Wolf Series, Submissive Harry Potter, Time Goes A little Faster On Arcanea, Harry is seventeen, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/uzRSJEU

[strawbrryrush]

post event starter/plotting call !! 

okay ill be honest imma drop like all my threads.. because they’re still a mix of winter- and all the things.. and id rather start fresh given my long hiatus alssl but there are some threads imma keep!! but for the most part gonna drop all.. so pls reply if youd like a closed starter from any of my muses!

Lettie Hatter - 2/4 ( sophie !!, josh !!) nothing really happened to her during the event?? given she didn’t participate.. but pls give my baking angel more friends- maybe even a love interest idk u didnt hear that from me!

Malcolm Bright-1/4, (seth !! )he got bonked over the head by his partner- like.. literal romantic partner, going through it.. already has a bestie, that’s faye but give him more friends pls hes awkward and antisocial!!

 Eric Northman -0/4, in a broody phase rn, his girlfriend wanted to unalive him and now is avoiding him.. maybe cheer him up??

Elena Gilbert -1/4, ( peter !! ) almost got killed by elijah- someone shes currently falling for- a little shook up.. give her a friend, anythingg!

Homura Akemi -0/4, was on the verge of unaliving her crush, but got kissed.. now is really realizing shes rly gay and likes madoka.. but pls give this broody girl some friends, maybe even a best friend?? someone she can brag about madoka to idk

Nami- 2/4, (mq !, Xie lian )do not talk to her, shes going through it.. she hurt people- and is just overall in her angsty phase of life.. but pls anyways give her friends, maybe a gf- idk..

Diana Meade-1/4, (cordelia !!) not a lot went down for this witch- but she saw what went down and is like ?? buttt pls give her a friend, love interest anythingg

 Faye Valentine- 0/4, again not too much happened, she witnessed and was like ?? damn ok. and was mainly focused on her perseverance.. she could use all the friends pls

Amy Santiago- 0/4, BIGGEST SAD FACE !! jake hurt her, and now shes big sad.. she loves jake with all her heart- and loves their family but is now heartbroken.. -so with that give her friends and all the hugs thank u and all the binders too.

 Charles Griffiths- 0/4, he got out unhurt, just saw what happened- and was shocked.. but other then that?? fine give him all the friends !

Tifa Lockhart- 0/4, when she finds out someone hurt aerith shes gonna be BIIIG mad.. -but pls give her besties !

Richie Gecko- 1/4, ( elliot !! )he did some things..went on a date- but?? give this man some besties..  and finally 

Jinx, 2/4, (silco !!, benjamin !!) ... did some bad things again, unalived someone, met stu- idk how shes gonna break the news to silco or vi that shes crushing on a guy she met in a midst of a murder.. but anyways give jinx some friends pls!!

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Birthdays

Gilbert Mead. Kiara Scuro. The Mead family. Reed Scuro. Demigod AU.

Gilly is just really good at noticing details.

Gilly couldn’t stop the grin that stretched across his face as the lights dimmed, drawing his eyes to the chocolate-frosted cake Mom carried and the candles that adorned it. “Happy birthday” filled the air, familiar voices raised in song – and Kiara’s eager notes were a welcome addition.

“I’ve never been to a birthday party before,” she said when he mentioned it to her at the end of her last visit. She raised her gaze to meet his, just a gleam of tears in her eyes before she threw her arms around his neck and laughed giddily. “Thank you!”

Her embrace was strong enough to hurt but Gilly didn’t mind as he returned the hug. “I-it’s not much of a p-p-party,” he said sheepishly, not wanting to get her hopes up. “Just y-you and my family at the science m-m-museum.”

The news didn’t diminish her excitement as she pulled away, spinning away and skipping among the falling leaves.

“Doesn’t matter!” she crowed, grabbing his hands. She spun, her eagerness coaxing a laugh out of him as they whirled through the backyard between the house and the tree fort in the sturdy, ancient oak. “Gilly, I am going to get you the perfect gift!”

He inhaled deeply while Mom set the cake in front of him, screwing his eyes shut as he thought of his wish. Holding it in his mind, he blew out the candles and matched Kiara’s smile.

Her gift was at the top of the small pile at the other end of table, each parcel brightly wrapped.

“You can open them while Mom cuts the cake,” Dad said, pushing them toward Gilly. “Guests first. Kiara, if you want to do the honors?”

He had barely finished the sentence before the demigoddess was pressing the present into Gilly’s hands.

He tore the wrapping away, a small gasp escaping his lips at the framed art. Lilian, her eyes closed and her lips curled into a small smile, as she caressed the cello. Kiara’s sketches were normally simple lines, devoid of color, but the soft watercolors made the subject appear more dreamlike, like she was there but untouchable.

“Oooh, who is she?” Sera teased lightly, craning her neck to see the gift.

“Gilly’s muse,” the younger girl explained, her voice just a little shaky with sadness.

“That’s Alexa?!”

He pressed his fingers to the glass, as if it was the only thing separating him from touching the actual subject.

“It’s b-b-beautiful, Kiara –“

Kiara was on her feet the second the windows broke, a stench filling the air. Gilly right beside her, his eyes wide as the metal-winged monster awkwardly climbed through the broken glass, its size hindering its entrance.

“Gilbert?” His mother asked sharply, eyes focused on the window but not seeing the threat. She had shifted her body so she shielded Sera and Dad from the unknown, the cake knife gripped tightly in her hand.

They couldn’t see through the Mist.

Panic warred with planning, his racing heart distracting from his thoughts until he met Kiara’s eyes. They were bright with fear, but he had never seen them so hard – like the steel swords they wielded at camp.

“Run,” she ordered, a pleading note in her voice that shook him.

He didn’t hesitate, herding his family toward the basement as more windows shattered and terrible shrieks filled the air. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Kiara was behind him, but she had disappeared. Something lashed out, breaking the bulbs and pitching the room in darkness. Only the glow from the porch lights filtered in.

If they were out of the way, he and Kiara could distract the Stymphalian birds and lure them away from the house so his family was safe. He didn’t know how to drive exactly but he was sure he could figure it out enough to give them some protection until they could come up with a plan.

“What is it?” Sera demanded as they ran down the stairs.

“Stymphalian b-birds,” he answered hurriedly. His gaze darted around the room, looking for somewhere he could hide them.

He caught the flash of fear on Sera’s face as the painful memory surfaced, but she quickly schooled her features. He would make sure she was safe. He would protect her.

Dad pulled a folding table away from the stairwell, revealing the little nook. Mom joined him, pushing the paint cans and toolboxes out of the way to clear space until she could tuck Sera into the furthest space and crouch beside her, just enough room for Dad to squeeze in.

He could hear the crashes from upstairs, the bone-chilling cries of the monsters. If he could get to the kitchen, he could bang together pots to disorient them – it wasn’t like the rattle Heracles had been gifted, but it could give Kiara and him enough time to get to the garage.

Gilly gestured for Dad to follow the others, but he shook his head, grabbing a shovel. “I’m not leaving two children alone to face monsters, even if I can’t see them,” he insisted. “I can help –“

“No!” the now-12-year-old interrupted. “Dad, w-w-we have this.”

Mom grabbed Dad’s wrist, only her eyes betraying how worried she was. “They’ll be fine, honey. We’ll call Chiron – that’s the best thing we can do for them.”

Gilly didn’t know how much Chiron could do to help, but the notion was a balm to his worried thoughts. Dad met his gaze and offered the shovel, trading it for Kiara’s gift.

“We’ll have to hurry and finish that forge so you can have some proper weapons at the house,” he muttered before he folded his frame to join Mom and Sera.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Sera ordered before Gilly moved the folding table to shield them. He could hear Mom shifting to get to her phone,

He crept up the stairs, shovel clenched tightly in his hand and opened the door slightly to peer through the crack. He frowned, peering out into the darkness that had descended upon the house.

The basement door was directly across from the garage access and he stared at it. His brow furrowed as he remembered what he had learned at camp – and what he had brought back from it.

The house was filled with a cacophony of screams as three – four – birds took flight, crashing into walls. He could see metal feathers gleaming from where they’d lodged in cabinets and furniture.

His body tensed as a bird screamed and flew through the hall in front of him. Something coiled around its leg, binding it to some unseen point and dragging it back toward the dining room. He could see it struggling in darkness under the table, inky blackness consuming it. Black spikes stretched across the room, radiating from the table as they created flight obstacles and forced the creatures to the ground.

Gilbert knew science. He knew there was no way rational way that darkness was sentient. But he was the son of Hephaestus … there was nothing he could say except that the shadows were alive, imprisoning the threat before it could spread.

He pushed the door open a little wider and started to squeeze out into the hallway. He froze as more glass shattered, away from the chaos in the front of the house. He could hear talons and metal wings scraping the ground.

He glanced toward the dining room, completely certain that even if he couldn’t see her, Kiara was there. With a fortifying breath, he left the basement and raced toward the garage.

Gilly felt a rush of air push by him, followed by a deadly feather whizzing by his ear. His socked feet slipped slightly on the wood floor but he used the shovel handle to steady himself. He winced at the shriek that filled the house and grabbed the car keys off the catchall dish by the door.

“Kiara! Get them to the garage,” he shouted, calling their attention to him as he threw open the door.

He could hear a bird chase him, unable to fly through the door frame and awkwardly hopping on the ground with an angry screech. With a triumphant noise, he climbed into Mom’s car and started the engine. He frantically pressed the volume button as his eyes scanned the space he and Dad had been transforming into a workshop for him. His gaze lit on the bow he had finished weeks ago and the arrows he’d made at camp and smuggled home.

The car rocked as a monster landed on the hood and he grimaced, seeing talons pierce the roof as a second bird followed it. He hit the programming button, pressing until he found the heavy metal station.

His ears hurt as the screaming vocals and electric guitars filled the vehicle and he rolled down the window, letting the noise fill the garage. The bird on the hood shrieked in pain, wings flapping frantically as it took flight and crashed to the ground.

Gilly scrambled out of the car and grabbed his weapon, fingers shaking slightly as he set the arrow.

The shout of warning was lost in the music, his name barely audible in the clamor, but he hissed as a metal feather grazed his arm, breaking the skin.

He whirled, raising his bow just as the monster on the roof of the car was about to launch another volley of feathers before something – a dark rope that seemed to stretch out of nowhere – tethered it to the vehicle. He saw a flash of blonde hair before Kiara leapt onto the trunk, swinging the shovel he’d abandoned at the garage door. The clang of shovel head meeting the bird’s beak added to the chorus, its scream reverberating in the notes.

“I got this one!” Kiara shouted before she jerked her head toward the front of the car, where the other bird was struggling on the ground in a net of dark tendrils while it squawked in fury. He switched his aim, the arrow burying itself in the beast’s breast.

Kiara pummeled the monster with barely contained fury. The darkness in the garage seemed to stretch toward her, black tendrils curling up her legs to anchor her.

Gilly’s fingers shook less as he readied his second arrow, launching it as the bird writhed in pain. It stilled, the arrow through its eye.

His friend, blood sprinkled across her face and torso, sank to her butt, her legs dangling off the trunk and her chest heaving as the adrenaline faded. “Others … flew off,” she hollered over the music.

He ignored the noise and hurried to her side. His eyes scanned her body, looking for any wounds under the carnage.

“Are y-you OK?” he demanded, not finding any obvious marks. He frowned slightly at the thin dark veins that stretched between her and the car before they retreated from his sight.

Kiara nodded and made a small noise of concern while she reached for his arm, gingerly lifting it so she could examine the gash.

She reached for her shirt, tugging at the hem as if to tear it before her brain processed the blood and gore spattered across the fabric. Her hands shook slightly before she balled them into fists and inhaled deeply.

“Gonna have to find a cleaner bandage,” she joked wryly, giving him a weak smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She nodded toward the house. “I’d hate for your family to think I didn’t take care of you.”

~*~

Gilly never had hands meant for sports, when he was at school, and even if it was easier than the balls at PE, the heavy hammer his siblings wielded wasn’t as natural for him. No, his fingers were quick and nimble, meant for fitting cogs and screws inside smaller projects. Or for braiding leather.

The silk threads he started with reminded him of the tiny veins that had stretched toward Kiara on the trunk of Mom’s car, fighting against a force that tried to restrain them but couldn’t quite manage. His multitudes were more vibrant, but more pliable with a deliberate turn of his fingers, adding to the weft.

He sent his first completed braid to Kiara, the steely blue threads woven with a sapphire vein that reminded him of Alexa and Kiara’s eyes. It felt right, to gift her the foundations of his grand design. He’d grinned at her response – the letter gushing about how happy she was to receive it and a drawing of the bracelet adorning a wrist as the hand it was attached to was poised over a sketch book, layering the image over and over as the scale reduced. A week later, her letter included a bracelet – a hazel core threading through a dominant sapphire weave.

It had barely left his wrist since, only carefully removed when it was at risk of getting wet.

He’d tried to cajole Kiara into coming to visit, but he could feel the guilt in her denials, joking about how his parents had probably just finished fixing the windows from her last sleepover.

“Reed ‘s probably right about the danger of two demigods hanging out together outside of camp. Wouldn’t want to stink up your house.”

He wasn’t normally one for insults, but some uncomplimentary terms had been thought about the older Scuro that night. Kiara was feeling bad enough after the summer, she didn’t need any more grief over something she couldn’t control.

Before Christmas, he’d graduated to adding dimension to his braids, no longer just a flat plait, and using leather cords. He’d shown Kiara the technique on thread when Mom had driven him to camp for a weekend while the rest of the family enjoyed a musical and some holiday shopping. He’d left with a bracelet that matched the newest one tied around the demigoddess’s wrist – and a bag surreptitiously heavy with some of the more unusual materials he would need for the project.

 The leather strips reminded him of Kiara, in some ways. Stubborn and unyielding until they were properly treated. It took him weeks to perfect the technique.

“Are you going to cosplay as Indiana Jones at some convention I don’t know about?” Sera teased as she wrapped the bullwhip he’d made in a neat circle between her elbow and thumb. The braids were too loose to be a decent whip.

He gave a small chuff, distracted by trying to fix the leather core to the steel spike of his next attempt. A dull crack snapped him out of his reverie and he twisted to glare at Sera over his shoulder.

She grinned. “Can I have this? I could be Catwoman for Halloween.”

He didn’t have to make much of an argument to convince Mom to let him go to camp in March, especially after she’d watched him hone his craft to be worthy of a gift and she felt her own measure of guilt about not being able to convince Kiara that she was welcome.

In the end, only Chiron and Mr. D – who had grumbled about it being his vacation – knew he was coming for the weekend. He’d contemplated asking Mom if she could grease Mr. D’s palm a little bit with a bottle of wine as a ‘gift’ before he’d decided that it wasn’t worth drawing Zeus’ ire.

Now he climbed out of the car as soon as Mom put it in park, waving over his shoulder to acknowledge her words about speaking with Chiron before she left while he followed the footpath to the training arena.

Camp felt quiet and unnatural when demigods weren’t there to fill it with sound. As if summoned by the memory of a divine farewell, he stifled a yawn. He half expected to crest the hill and see bodies sprawled on the ground, their chests rising and falling with even, peaceful breaths. Instead, the sound of metal clashing greeted him and he found the Scuros circling each other.

He stilled, caught up in the frustration and tension the pair radiated.

When he had first come to camp and realized what Kiara and Reed were – true sibling, an uncommon feat even among the full gods – he’d been struck by how close they were. Kiara had clung to her brother like a shadow, enveloped in the aura of protection and aggression he exuded. It wasn’t until the quest that she’d tugged at the reins he held until his absence had unleashed her.

Ever since, it felt like Reed was struggling and desperate for the control he once had. He barked at her, their matched tempers clashing until one of them stormed off.

Reed Scuro liked secrets. He guarded them, clutched them to his chest – the entire camp knew that he ventured beyond the limits regularly, trading errands for favors and knowledge. They just didn’t know how. If he was Hermes’ son, had he inherited his father’s speed to carry him past threats so fast they never even registered his presence? If he were Ares’, did his father’s rage embolden him to strike first and mercilessly?

Reed wouldn’t like to hear it, but he’d been just a responsible for Gilly’s realization as Kiara was. The dark tendrils that had snaked their way through Gilbert’s house in October felt like the aura that had clung to the brother as they hurried to the beach near the end of camp. It screamed protection, danger and rage.

Looking down at the sparring siblings, Gilly could see the traces of his power. Small cracks that leaked through his frustration, that tugged Kiara’s natural shadows minutely toward him.

Reed’s eyes flicked toward him and there was a slight snarl that curled at his lip before he schooled his features and attacked. His sword flew through the air, moving as easily as if it were attached to him.

Kiara didn’t back down, raising her shield to block the blow. He bore down, forcing her toward the ground before she rolled away. Reed shifted flawlessly to strike again, aiming for her right side so she had no choice but to parry and he struck, twisted his weapon to dislodge hers from her grip. It clattered to the ground and Kiara lowered her torso, guarding herself with her shield as she barreled toward Reed.

“Enough,” Reed snapped as he stepped out of her path. He nodded toward Gilly. “You’ve got a visitor.”

The younger one whirled, her face splitting into a grin as she caught sight of him.

 “Gilly!” She struggled to unarm herself as he closed the distance between them. “You didn’t tell me you were coming!”

Finally unencumbered, she threw her arms around him and squeezed him close.

He shifted so his present wouldn’t get damaged in the embrace and returned the hug. “Th-that would ruin the s-s-surprise.”

With a laugh, she tugged him to the trees so they could sit in the shade. There were patches of wildflowers littered around the arena, their grass making a soft cushion to rest.

The tension that had coiled around her during the fight had dissipated, her muscles as loose as her smile.

“M-mom brought me for the w-weekend,” he explained cheerily. “B-birthday visits should be a t-t-tradition. We c-can have a h-h-halloween party w-when you come for m-mine.”

Her joy dimmed slightly, her smile wavered, but he set the brightly adorned gift in her lap before she could protest. He’d persuade her to return eventually.

“H-happy birthday!” he announced, gesturing for her to open it.

The happiness returned as she peeled the curly ribbon off the top and stuck it on his head with a laugh. She tore off the wrapping and lifted the lid of the watch giftbox he’d recycled from Dad’s Christmas present. With an awed gasp, she lifted the braided leather bracelet from its cotton nest.

“Gilly – this is beautiful!” she gushed as she gushed as she admired the strip of sapphire that served as the center, a straight line with almost black cords twisting around it. She wrapped it around her wrist, settled below the thread bracelets he’d started with.

“T-that’s not all.” He helped her adjust the steel bead to close it, the excess leather extending to her palm. He gestured to the strands. “P-p-pull those twice.”

It had been easier to make than Alexa’s spear, simply because the material hadn’t had to make as much of a transformation to become the whip’s 8-foot length instead of the spear’s solid core.

Kiara’s eyes were wide and gleaming with unshed tears as she examined the gift. “Y-you made this for me?! Gilly, I –“

He grinned excitedly and gestured toward the archery dummies on the other side of the arena.

“Try it!” he urged, eager to see her reaction to its use. He trailed after her as she ran toward the new opponent, the whip curled in her palm.

She adjusted her stance, her center solid and firm as she raised her arm. The whip flowed naturally, an extension of her reach as it snapped out and struck the dummy’s torso – not as forcefully as it could have, but she pulled it back and tried again, bits of straw flying into the air.

Gilly beamed as she turned toward him, her smile wide and her eyes wet with tears.

“Gilbert Mead, you are fantastic,” she told him solemnly before she laughed and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

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disclaimer: in case you don't read tags I forgot a few of my faves like malia tate, diana meade, faye chamberlain, rebekah mikaelson, elena gilbert, caroline forbes and etc so I'll probably make a part 2 after this one closes so pls don't ask why this or that are there lol there's only 12 options lol I might make a male characters one but I don't have as many fave male characters so lol

tagging some people: @maya-matlin, @tudorgirl, @nessa007, @laylakeating, @tophsazulas, @makeyouminemp3

[thesecretgossipdiary]

I loved your past crossover coven gifs. Is it ok if I please enter in a request for diana meade, elena gilbert, and bonnie bennet coven gifs ?

Of course! The coven ones are always fun. Here's that request for you. Hope you like it!

[ravennightbirt]

I’m sorry I have to!

Hobs reaction in order!

He stares at them for several long minutes before he very carefully say’s yes under two conditions: no biting (he is no idiot he knows it’s addictive) he was a doctor once he will donate and they can each have a cup. And two if they bite other people please bring them to his place instead of dumping them on the street. Which is how Hob became a blood donor for vampires and the New Inn a meeting point for people with a blood kink and vampires

MATE IF I KNEW!

…ok but I wanna watch! (He has met a witch by the name of Agnes before nice lady, she gave him some protective spells that are bound to his bones, this witch is either going to blow herself up if she is malicious or get very damn lucky if she is not. Either way he wants to see and laugh)

No thank you this sounds like prostitution. Which I respect. Im kinky but that’s not one of mine.

Hob really enjoys her singing voice they meet once a month on a Friday evening in her cabin in the woods. By Sunday he is back his feet again and they go to the Inn to drink. (Death would like to let it know that she is NOT amused!)

Hob just laughs at her face and quotes Sarahs Labyrinth speech at her. He immediately gets very popular with a lot of Goblins and does in fact meet the Goblin king who tells him that for the face that Titania pulled Hob will never be bothered by his people again. (He might also have s new regular, a young woman with black hair, who is calles Sarah)

Hob silently starts putting up candles. Not to ward them of but for them, that they are remembered. He also puts shot glasses next to each candle. Takes some time but after a good year and a lot of trial and error each ghost has his own specific candle that he has a lot of spares of and a specific drink of choice. If people ask if something is off which the Inn he tells them straight up it’s haunted. He might have started a fight of two with „Exorcists” whi came to rid him of evil spirits.

They get drunk and lament being in love with people who don’t get it. Fastest and best friendship of his life! He meets Aziraphale at their wedding after the world didn’t end…he brings an original copy of one of Marlowes plays and after that Aziraphale might be more enthusiastic to see him than Crowley. (The Inn is both blessed and Cursed in the same manner which put a lot of people off at first especially his regulars, but they tweak and fix it and it’s fine!)

This one actually threw me! Because I have different possibility for it!

Corinthian which quite honestly they fuck and somehow Hob is just nice enough to not get his eyes gauged out. (It might be in fact an early Curse Crowley put up)

Gault: He inspires her to not give up and reinvent herself. That she can be anyone and nobody is allowed to take that choice from her

Gilbert/Fiddlers Green: He tells Hob of wanting to see how people life just to help them get better. Hob smiles and hands him a walking cane. „You will need that one walking along side people is hard and will tire you out, but it’s worth it!“

I thought about Lucienne but she would tell him what happened and ask for help so she’s out :(

(If this is a reference please enlighten me😊) otherwise Hob takes a deep breath and gives the kid some old school mead. They talked a lot. The kid now work for him and absolutely will beat the shit out of every neonazi, homophobe ect. pp. entering the Inn. Hob might now be part of their hoard.

It happens on campus before his first lecture. His class walks in to him answering riddles of a nice older Lady who looks damn regal in that traditional clothing shes wearing (if that’s greek or egyptian I don’t take either way she’s not white!) they sit down and watch and then leave for class (some of them, thankfully he has the biggest lecture hall all day) it pulls for the whole day which a short break where Hob shares his meal which her. At the end of the day Hob has made a new friend and the Sphinx is contemplating to teach students just to see them work in groups/light ip when they solve a riddle

Hob says no thank you, but buys them a drink and then kicks out an old man who says something about their appearance. Desire leaves cursing and knowing full well that they can’t do shit. They might also be charmed and will kick Dream in the balls if he fucks this up!

Either way Hob sunshine he is makes a lot of friends and helps even more.

The Inn btw is a temple to Dream in this and HOLY FUCK having so many supernatural people in there who are grateful for Hob and just enjoy life? One hell of a trip once Dream actually allows himself to feel it!

Dream is impressed and absolutely appalled at the same time. He leans towards the first because those protection, while not to his standard, are good for Hob. So he’s fine with it.

Thats when Death drops by and nearly drinks Job out of liquor, because I’m giving watching over him back to you. I love you both but I’m done!

(to extend this post about Dream being unable to keep magic creatures away from Hob while in his fishbowl)

In the span of a week Hob meets:

Two vampires asking rather nicely if they could taste his (immortal) blood

A djinn who tries to make him tell the conditions of his “immortality deal”

A witch that pulls one of his hair off to “use it in a ritual”

A group of demons, each offering him more than the other in exchange of his immortal soul and body (a rare pack according to them!)

A Banshee with professional curiosity

A so proclaimed “Fae Queen” with a proposition of King Consort in her realm

A few ghosts - most of them just staring, one or two shooting him disapproving glances…

Another demon with black glasses informing him that “the Angel and him had wanted to meet him for a long time”. The angel is nowhere to be seen as he “disapproved of such an opportunist encounter”

Someone calling themselves a “dream” who’s there out of personal curiosity

A “young” dragon who wanted to meet the only human older than them

A sphinx with a riddle to ask - to see if his long life had brought him knowledge and discernment.  

Some guy introducing themselves as “Desire” who has a lot of suggestions as to how they should spend the evening

[fangstv]

mw characters from each show?

it's a long list so i'll place it under the cut !

tvd : damon salvatore, klaus & elijah mikaelson, bonnie bennett, elena gilbert.

btvs : buffy summers, angel, spike, willow rosenburg

true blood : eric northman, tara thornton, sam merlotte, jessica hamby, jason stackhouse

the secret circle : faye chamberlain, diana meade

teen wolf : scott mccall, chris argent, erica reyes, malia tate

twilight : alice cullen, isabelle swan, emmett cullen, carlisle cullen, jacob black

caos : sabrina spellman, harvey kinkle, ambrose spellman, prudence

supernatural : sam winchester, meg masters, bela talbot, crowley, jo harvelle, gordon walker.