Hybrid Princess

"I can take care of myself. I'm strong enough to fight the bad guys-- I'm stronger than anyone thinks!" AU/Canon Divergent Hope Mikaelson RP blog

[bornhybrid]

ALRIGHT Y’ALL, here’s how my Hope diverges from canon!

While Hayley’s wolf side was bound by the vampire supremacists, she did not actually die (how Hayley survives can be up to plotting). 

Hope still ended up gathering her family together and taking the Hollow back from them, and she used its power to break the binding spell placed on her mom. 

The Hollow wasn’t killing Hope (because it didn’t try to kill her when she was a child, and that plot line didn’t even make sense), it was corrupting her, eating away at her humanity like a cancer, and consuming all that was good in her. 

Rather than someone taking the Hollow from her, the Mikaelsons were able to find another way to contain it with the help of Vincent and the other New Orleans witches (full headcanon to be written up later).

After all was said and done, and the Mikaelsons were reunited once again, Hope didn’t go back to the Salvatore School. She explained to both of her parents how lonely it had been, how little she fit in there, and it was finally agreed that she could go to school back home in New Orleans. 

In short, none of the Mikaelsons are dead, Hope is back home where she belongs, and she is not the sad and lonely girl we see in Legacies. In fact, I will not even be using anything from Legacies on this blog.

[bornhybrid]

*whispers* but what if I brought Hope back? she’s still gonna be hella AU/canon divergent, but. . . I miss her

would anyone be interested? 

[bornhybrid]

Aryan chuckled as Hope smacked him, nipping at her ear in retaliation. “It’s heavier lifting than my usual glass of scotch,” he said pointedly. It wasn’t heavy lifting at all. He might as well have been carrying a feather. “Why would I say I’m showing off by lifting and carefully carrying you to our bed and then just teleport and negate all the perceived difficulty?” he asked pointedly. “It’s not impressive if I just teleport and put you straight back down again.”

Hope hummed in thought. “You’re as weird as ever,” she decided finally. She mumbled something else with her face pressed against his shoulder that sounded suspiciously like ‘silly git.’ But if Aryan was determined to walk all the way there, that was his concern, not hers. Hope decided not to think about it anymore.

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She nodded and hummed in agreement. “’Course it is.” She turned her head and nuzzled him back with a contented little hum. “You can hardly call it work. I didn’t put up even half the fight you usually do.” Hope shifted in his arms and blindly reached up to put an arm around his neck and turned her face into his shoulder. “I’d say I’m quite agreeable.” 

    “It’s work! It’s heavy lifting,” Aryan defended. “Albeit, on the lighter side, but still work. And I have to go upstairs and everything. Practically back-breaking labour. You’re a hard task master, darling. You put up a different sort of fight. You never have to carry me to bed.” He smiled softly as she made herself comfortable in his arms. “Though I suppose you’re more agreeable than I usually am.”

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“Oi.” Hope lightly smacked the side of his head. “I’d hardly call carrying your petite wife heavy lifting. Don’t be rude.” She frowned in sleepy confusion. “You can teleport. . . Why’re you walking up the stairs anyway?” He had the option of blinking and appearing in their bedroom, so it didn’t make sense for him to take the long way around, unless he just wanted the thrill of being able to complain about it. 

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“Well, go on, then,” Hope giggled softly without opening her eyes. “Show off for me, husband.” It didn’t count as using him if he offered in the first place. Besides. If Aryan wanted her in bed with him, he’d have to get her there himself, because Hope had just gotten to that peak level of coziness on the couch and she was not about to get up and ruin it. 

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    “Is it really showing off if you not have your eyes open to see it, wife?” Aryan mused, coming around the couch to slip his arms beneath her and lift her easily. He nuzzled her cheek softly as he held her to his chest and started up the stairs. “‘Tis a strange feeling, isn’t it? Me being the one who wants you to come to bed? Not sure about this turn of events. I much prefer when you’re the one that has to do the work.”

[bornhybrid]

She nodded and hummed in agreement. “’Course it is.” She turned her head and nuzzled him back with a contented little hum. “You can hardly call it work. I didn’t put up even half the fight you usually do.” Hope shifted in his arms and blindly reached up to put an arm around his neck and turned her face into his shoulder. “I’d say I’m quite agreeable.” 

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“Well, go on, then,” Hope giggled softly without opening her eyes. “Show off for me, husband.” It didn’t count as using him if he offered in the first place. Besides. If Aryan wanted her in bed with him, he’d have to get her there himself, because Hope had just gotten to that peak level of coziness on the couch and she was not about to get up and ruin it. 

[cecaelias]

[ladymacbeths]

the equivalent of waving a red flag in front of a bull.

promo for @redqueenetwork

[livplots]

𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓾𝓽…

[hellfireprince]

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“Oh shut up about the paint,” she chuckled. Hope bit her lip for a moment when he kissed her knee. “Well. . If I did tell you that I wanted you to stop. . we both know that would be a lie, too.” No, she didn’t want him to stop. In fact she found herself moving her leg slightly, pressing it against his touch rather than pulling away. 

    “I would, but since I kissed you, it’s now all over me,” Aryan smirked, continuing to press light kisses to her legs. “Well yes, but I would certainly still follow your orders. Leave you all alone, wanting… gets you delightfully worked up.” He’d pay for it later, of course, but her revenge tended to work in his favour regardless. He chuckled softly as she pressed back against his touch.

[bornhybrid]

She’d all but forgotten about painting at this point. At his mention of leaving, Hope slid a hand into his hair and gripped it firmly. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned. No, she wasn’t in the mood for games, not now that he’d gotten her in the mood. Hope slid forward a bit on her stool, hoping he’d take the not-so-subtle hint and invitation to move his kisses up her thigh. Yes, she’d definitely forgotten about painting. 

[incipientdreamer]

“Go on sweetheart, let it all out”

The Originals 5x10 There In The Disappearing Light

[bornhybrid]

   “I just feel like it’s probably not,” Aryan mused pointedly. “Y’know, since you’re used to it enough not to bother immediately washing your mouth out.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her knee, stroking softly along her leg. “A lie?” Aryan asked indignantly. “I am a gentleman. If you asked me to stop, of course I would. I mean… you don’t seem to be complaining about said distraction, and I’m sure if I did stop, you’d feel awfully bare and lonely without me, but it is entirely your decision. As your loving husband, I would respect that.”

“Oh shut up about the paint,” she chuckled. Hope bit her lip for a moment when he kissed her knee. “Well. . If I did tell you that I wanted you to stop. . we both know that would be a lie, too.” No, she didn’t want him to stop. In fact she found herself moving her leg slightly, pressing it against his touch rather than pulling away. 

[hellfireprince]

[ calm ] (arranged marriage verse?)

    “Breathe?!” Aryan hissed, bristling with rage as he glared at the door behind her, as if he might be able to burn through it and the tyrant behind it. “He just called you a whore, though maybe I was hearing wrong, since nobody else seemed to bat a bloody eye! That man deserves to fall into a wood-chipper! How dare he?! He’s lucky all I gave him was a black eye! I should have choked the life out of him!”

[bornhybrid]

Why was she smiling? She was right, her grandfather was only just warming up, there was plenty more to come, particularly now that Aryan had already gotten worked up. She shouldn’t be smiling! “They’re not just words! They’re not. And if anyone from outside this family heard him go on like that, they’d do the same!” He was still glowering as she cupped his face, but he met her eyes despite the way his fists were clenching and unclenching as he thought about beating Mikael’s head in. “If he dares to touch you, I will break him,” Aryan growled dangerously. “Not that I should have to, because your family should be doing that.”

“Threatening to break my grandfather is sort of the opposite of calming down.” Hope sighed and gently tugged him down so she could kiss his cheek. “It’s very sweet, though. Stay here until you get a handle on that anger. . . I’m going to go. . .deal with my family.” They were almost free to leave. . in another hour or so. Then this would just be another in a long string of bad memories.

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   “Coffee, darling. Coffee is how I function,” Aryan smirked. “I’m just surprised that it wasn’t the paint that killed you the first time. It is still poisonous, right?” Not that he was exactly concerned, but it wasn’t as if paint left a great taste on his tongue. How did she get so out of it that she put the wrong end of the paintbrush in her mouth? Aryan hummed softly as he continued to nuzzle. “I can’t say I have a plan here, darling, just enjoying the peace and quiet in the company of my beautiful wife,” he purred. “But of course, if I’m distracting you, I shall cease immediately.”

“You act as if I’m constantly consuming the stuff. It was one time!” she laughed. She wasn’t even going to answer his question, it was ridiculous. She was wearing shorts, and his breath against the bare skin of her thigh as he spoke made her shiver again. Hope supposed she should count herself lucky he hadn’t started moving up higher, or she would have really lost her composure. “We both know that’s a lie,” she said with a surprising amount of composure.

[hellfireprince]

[ calm ] (arranged marriage verse?)

    “Breathe?!” Aryan hissed, bristling with rage as he glared at the door behind her, as if he might be able to burn through it and the tyrant behind it. “He just called you a whore, though maybe I was hearing wrong, since nobody else seemed to bat a bloody eye! That man deserves to fall into a wood-chipper! How dare he?! He’s lucky all I gave him was a black eye! I should have choked the life out of him!”

[bornhybrid]

Everything about this situation was wrong, there was nothing to make her smile, but that was exactly what Hope did. “I love you for defending my honor,” she said softly. “But I’ve been dealing with my grandfather and his insults for a long time. They’re just words, Aryan. . Words that I can handle. But look at me.” Hope moved her hands from his chest to cup his face. “Listen to me. . .He has much more effective ways to hurt me, and he will use them when this is all over, if you don’t calm down. So. . yeah, breathe. Stay in here if you need a minute, but you have to calm down before you go back in there.” 

[bornhybrid]

   “Sometimes I have serious concerns about how you function,” Aryan muttered. “How did you not die of paint ingestion?” He couldn’t help cracking a smile as Hope immediately demonstrated her complete lack of awareness while she painted. Whenever she finished painting and came out of her studio and it looked like she’d spent more time painting herself than her canvas, he knew she’d been enjoying herself. Aryan sat on the floor between her legs, nuzzling against her thigh as he watched her paint. “I think this is the first time I’ve been able to come in here and interrupt your painting without you telling me to bugger off. You must actually love me.”

“I wonder the same about you, my darling, on a regular base,” Hope replied absently. “I’m a hybrid. It’ll take a bit more than some paint to kill me.” Really, he was overreacting. It’s not like she had been sucking it straight from the tube. A shiver ran through her when he nuzzled her thigh and it took her a moment to respond. “I. . was going to say because it’s the first time you haven’t distracted me, but. . . that’s. . no longer the case.” Her paint strokes slowed and she closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation. “Do you plan on keeping that up?” She wasn’t sure if she should be annoyed, or if she should be urging him on.

[bornhybrid]

[ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .

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Normally Hope might chafe a bit at Aryan doing something like that, but with a man staring at her like a piece of meat from across the room, she was grateful for it. Men like that only responding to other men having claim on a woman. She leaned over and looped her arm through his while resting her other hand over the one on her knee. “If that man asks me to dance, you will remind him that I’m quite married, won’t you? I don’t think he’d take my ‘no’ as an answer.”