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originalwolfbat

As the young woman stood there, Klaus could not help but see the small toddler whose shakily stepped along the cobblestone flooring of their local manor. He could not help but to see the little girl with an aspiration for art and a desire to simply be with her whole family. Even now, as the young woman Hope had grown into, he could notice the signs of maturity that graced the features of the young teenager she had been when last they were able to be a family together.

He stared at her for a moment and swallowed before offering the softest of smiles. “I am sorry that it took me so long to come back to you then, my littlest wolf.” He offered. In an instant, Klaus was closing the distance between them with uncertain steps - cautious where or not this was truly happening or there was some other force at work.His mind blocked out the unfamiliar buildings he could see jutting out here and there and tunneled in on his daughter. As the distance becoming a handful of feet and then only a small number of inches between them, the hybrid blinked back growing moisture in his eyes. “It would seem that I am doomed to miss every milestone in your life, dear Hope. You’ve grown up.” He offered with a small chuckling sound. “With such beauty befitting a wolf princess.” He added. Not another word was spoken as he moved to embrace the woman.

-

Hope stood there for what felt like ages as her father looked at her with an expression she couldn’t really read, was he cross with her? Did he realize that she and the others had brought him back? Or maybe he was under the impression she had died. When the smile finally reached his face Hope could finally let out a breath and smile back with tears in her eyes, “Its okay, dad.” Was the only thing she was about to choke out before he had closed the gap between them and took her in his arms.

The young wolf wrapped her arms around him tightly and let out a small sob at the sensation of her father’s comforting and protective embrace being around her again after what felt like so long of being alone. She shakes her head at his words, “You’re not anymore, you’re home.” She sniffles, he was no longer going anywhere, there was no white oak anymore, there was nothing that could easily take her father from her and once she found her mother, she’d ensure there was nothing that could take her from Hope again either. “Your not mad?” She had taken him away from death and maybe after a thousand years he was glad to be at rest or perhaps the necromancer wasn’t lying to her and her father wasn’t ever at rest because she couldn’t seem to find her own inner peace.

#c.klaus

originalwolfbat:

It was an odd sensation to ‘wake up’ after not having felt such a motion in what was ultimately an unknown length of time. The last thing running through Klaus’ mind was more of a feeling than a memory of any sort. He remembered feeling calm and unburdened, yet if he tried to dig deeper into the memories to paint a clearer picture he found on muddied blurs. It was the sensation of waking that had him on-edge as he sat up on that park bench he had taken his last breath upon.

Confused eyes darted here and there as he took in the familiar scenery of New Orleans, but there was a commotion throughout the town. The rancor assaulted his senses and he took a brief moment to flinch as the surge of sound in his eardrums. Something had the city in a chaotic whirlwind. He adjusted his seat on the bench as his senses nestled back under his command - a thousand years of experience slipping back like pulling on an well-worn glove. He was alive. Somehow, someway, he had been pulled from whatever afterlife he had found himself in and once again found himself at the whims of what it meant to be ‘alive’.

A cautionary glance over himself was met with relief that it seemed whatever articles of clothing he had been wearing upon his death had been recollected alongside him. He rose to his feet and let out a slow breath. “How long was i gone…?” The question was muttered to himself as he began walking down the street. ( @theislesreblogs )

-

Stepping outside of the school to find that she was no longer in Mystic Falls gave Hope a sudden feeling of being on edge. Was this a result of what they did? No, magic was unpredictable at best but this wasn’t related to the dead, how could it be? She takes in a breath before realizing that if the spell worked there was only one way to know for sure. She’d have to go looking for her mother and father, Hayley could be anywhere, she wasn’t sure if the dead would come back there they died. Where their bodies were buried, her father’s ashes were on the wind so what could that mean for him?

Running through the city she knew like the back of her save for now it seemed more and more changes had appeared out of no where and she had to stop suddenly a few times when a building that wasn’t there before was now standing proudly. Turning around and taking an alleyway she jumped over some fallen trash cans and skid to stop in the courtyard facing the bench she uncle and father took their last moments. Seeing him standing there felt like a dream she had many times through the last couple years. “Three-three years you’ve been...gone.”

#c.klaus

[Hope Mikaelson] is [18] years old [female] [bisexual] , [tribrid] who is working to [fix the dimensions] and is played by [Danielle Rose Russell]. They are [courageous] but also tend to be [guarded] but what people don’t know is [that she has been thinking of triggering her vampire gene to ensure the safety of her family] and they’ll do anything to keep anyone from finding out.

[First born Mikaelson witch of her generation, sire of her own bloodline, Legacies verse]

#theisles.intro

stxrsxbove:

“Then I would apologize profusely.” Stefanie looked at the broken bottle that was now shattered into pieces on the floor, before looking back up at Hope. The door was alot heavier than she had anticapted it to be, and before she had a chance it slammed shut behind her. “Do you think it was important, rare and or expensive? Because I don’t know how to get any of that.”

-

Hope didn’t like that idea, seemed a like it might be in need but she wasn’t sure if they would be too willing to accept it if they knew who or rather what she was. “I have no idea, these people have magic that...I don’t think my aunt even knows about.” Dropping down she uses two pieces of paper to sweep up the glass and looks around, “I think the shop keeper guy when in the back, maybe he’s so old he didn’t hear the glass and I can just...leave money for it?” She gives a shrug having rather paid for a broken item than admit she broke it. “I just hope its not dangerous.”

#c.stefanie

insolentveins:

Nate inhaled an exasperated breath, pausing momentarily before reaching for Hope’s wrist as he encouraged for her to do the same, “look, i’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” The male’s onyx hues stared into the depths of Hope’s blues, his expression soft despite retaining its natural cockiness. “I know what’s at stake. I can handle not getting into trouble, Hope.”

-

Hope stops looking at him annoyed and pulling her wrist away. “You’re right, it won’t cause if it does I won’t have a choice but to use my sire bond over you and I don’t want to do that.” The last thing she wanted to do was to forced the other to listen to her, against his will. “Good, cause the Faye are already ready to kill vampires. Which tell me you have nothing to do with those bodies found? I didn’t give you my blood to turn you into a killer.”

#c.nate

unstcblegemini:

Lizzie couldn’t help but jump slightly herself when the door slammed harder than intended behind her. “Jesus…” she muttered under her breath before making her way toward the familiar face in the shop, stepping over the broken glass. “I don’t think they’re going to keep the cheap stuff in the fancy black bottles, just saying.”

-

“Crap.” Hope mutters again before looking to the blonde, “Who knows maybe they just really are into the aesthetic.” She could at least hope but something told her it wasn’t a great chance. “Why are you slamming doors anyway?” She asks wondering if the blonde was running from something or just careless with the door.

#c.lizzie

insolentveins:

Nate was both grateful and apprehensive for Hope’s presence and he found himself narrowing his gaze, with inquisition as she began to address the guards. As she began to explain his ‘instability’ and ‘soft headedness’ a sharp smirk soon played against the corners of his lips and he found himself offering taunting comments beneath his breath like, ‘harsh, but fair’ and, ‘uncalled for, but go on.’ He could feel the guards grasp beginning to loosen and a soft breath of relief tumbled from his lips, but only until Hope grasped his arm and began tugging him into the opposite direction. “Hey” he began in a whisper, glancing towards his companion with a taunting smile, “bad cops a good look for you.” His smile remained and with a slight shrug of his shoulders he taunted, “I got lost, but I guess that happens when you’re soft headed.”

-

Hope gives a roll of her eyes, “As far as you should be concerned ‘bad cop’ is my only role till I know you can handle yourself without getting into trouble.” She tells him as she leads him away from the garden, “Best lies are ones that are mostly true, easier for others to believe it if you kinda do.” She answers back giving him a glare, “We have a lot to worry about, you walking around in private gardens shouldn’t be at the top.”

#c.nate

papawxlfbat:

Continued from here.

There was nothing else that mattered in that moment. Not the growing tensions between the faye and the mortal arrivals. Not the string of murders. The only thing that mattered in that moment was sending time with Hope as a normal father and daughter. It was time he had missed out on for so many long years. So, when she plucked a flower up to place it into his hair, he merely gave her a soft smile and chuckled lightly.

Her question, however, had his smile fading just slightly. “I would like to have believed I would have been one that you deserved… you would have had everything you desired; traveled anywhere you wanted to see…” He explained softly. He lifted a hand to take the flower from his own hair and tuck it behind her ear with some of her long strands. “We would have been a normal family, for once.”

A soft sigh escaped him. “I would have moved the stars themselves for you.” He spoke truthfully. ( @mikaelsonmartyr )

-

Hope looks down as her father speaks describing that kind of life she would have liked, rather than having to tag along with the Saltzman’s family vacations she would have preferred to have some of her own with her parents. Even if they brough other significate others on the trips. “I think a lot of people thought I would have turned out...badly if raised by you. That somehow it was Professor Saltzman who made me turn out the way I did.” Hope knew deep down that it wasn’t, while Professor Saltzman was there for Hope when she needed a father figure it was her mother and the idea of being what Klaus never wanted for her that stopped her when she felt those darker urges. “I’ve done a lot of things that I don’t think you’d be proud of though.” She admits looking up in the bright blue orbs that matched her own.

#c.klaus

witchyxhaven:

“well with how things go with me, i probably hit my head or something,” she said with a sigh. haven paused and blinked at the other. “so….so you’re telling me…..that we’re on an island that’s from arthurian mythology with other….what m-m…magical creatures?” she asked, struggling with the word. she hated that that word still bothered her. she’d been out for a couple of years. she should be over it, right? “i don’t understand how this happened.”

-

Hope gives a shrug, “Getting sucked into a mud pit, I think a few hits to the head are just bound to happen.” She muses, thinking back on it, she had a mouthful more mud than she ever wanted to remember. “I don’t know their history with King Arthur but given Raf was the heir of his anything could be possible?” Hope answers carefully, for all she or anyone knew maybe they did know King Arthur and maybe there was some kind of history there. “Are magical creatures really such a shock?” Hope was getting more and more used to the fact that they didn’t know everything, even as old as her family was. “How it happened I think I have a good idea, details aren’t sorted but general idea. Ugly mud monster by the name of Malivore for one.”

#c.haven

witchyxhaven:

haven looked around when she heard someone speak. she let out a soft chuckle. “yeah i probably do,” she agreed. she took a deep breath and nodded. “yeah. i just, ya know, don’t know where i am or anything. you wouldn’t happen to know where we are, would you?”

-

Hope raises her brow, “Oh, I just assumed everyone turned up at the same time...” She muses before clearing her throat and looking around with a small gesture with her hand, “Its Avalon, home of fairy people apparently and some of the lost creatures of Malivore. Though I guess we should stop calling them that...” What else to call them she wasn’t sure, The Really Old Ones? The Natural Supernatural, none of it really seemed to fit.

#c.haven

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair (Bex)

"Yeah see that looks much better." Hope sits back after placing the bright purple and red flower in her aunts hair, the baby in her arms babbling softly. "Motherhood really suits you."

@hopelessmikcelson

#meme day

devilsxxadvocate:

When Hope suddenly walked up and barked at the stranger Dimitri felt the corner of his lip curl up although part of him felt like he shouldn’t rely on Hope too much. Either way, he felt grateful as the person who struck him balked and headed towards the exit. He wasn’t sure if they were offended or scared.

Turning to look at Hope he ducked his head, “Thank you.”

-

She didn’t want a fight but she smart enough to always look prepared to get into one, appearance was everything when it came to facing off with someone, how you acted was almost as important as if you could actually back it up. While Hope had the ability to hurt just about anyone she rarely looked forward to it, watching the other sulk out of the garden she let out a soft breath before looking to her hybrid.

“You shouldn’t get shit for the dumb stuff your brother gets into and we’re just lucky that slap didn’t send you into Red.” Hope took what little bright she could get from that, having a hybrid go crazy because of a stranger slapping him would certainly bring more backlash and after the six burned vampire bodies that were hung on the main street she didn’t need anymore problems. “Speaking of, have you seen him yet?” Hope hadn’t told anyone about Dimitri yet, let alone his brother but than again she also hasn’t told anyone about Nate. As if bringing back the dead wasn’t a big enough issue, explaining how she turned identical twin brothers was a whole other lecture she was not looking forward to getting from her parents.

#c.dimitri

devilsxxadvocate:

Dimitri had been out in the gardens admiring the plant life, he was having some trouble adjusting to the life of a hybrid and his own untimely demise. But being out in nature helped, it made him feel almost normal again.

When he heard someone approaching him he turned, confused at the furious expression on the strangers face. Opening his mouth to ask if the person was okay he was shocked when their palm suddenly connected with his face, snapping it to the side with a ferocity that left his cheek red and stinging.

“I suppose this means you’ve met my brother.”

-

Hope couldn’t rightly let someone beat the taste out of her hybrid, even if he could likely take it, that wasn’t the point. She created him and therefore he was her responsibility. “Hey!” Barking to get the other’s attention Hope walks up, “How about you take those feelings and find a healthier way to release them cause if its another red mark on a face that looks like this one, you’re gonna end up with some red marks yourself.” She looks towards the exit of the garden, “I think that’s the way for you.”

#c.dimitri

witchyxhaven:

haven was confused. she wasn’t sure where she was anymore. the last thing she remembered was heading towards her car in the very populated new orleans after a day of work. and now, everything seemed to be different. where in the world was she and how did she get there? ( @theislesreblogs )

-

“You look like a deer in the head lights.” Hope points out watching the redhead as she glanced around. It wasn’t a shock that anyone would be confused by the surroundings, Avalon was something to hang jaw about. “You okay?”

#c.haven

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

“What was that for?” Hope was taken off guard only having spoken to the guy a couple of times, she certainly hadn’t expected the kiss.

#meme day

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

“You really didn’t have to go through the trouble.” Hope assures Tara yet again, not only did Hope have her mother back but she was an adult now and Tara had her own children to worry about. “I’m not even really hungry.” Hope goes on to insist.

#meme day

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

It had felt like ages since Hope walked through the woods with her mother, walking the bayou she could remember her mother being greeted by every wolf there. Her mom knew them all by name and here it seemed that most tried to ignore them, it wasn't home like she was used to but she had her family and that was enough. Linking her fingers through her mother's she held her hand as they walked. "You're happy here, right?"

#meme day

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