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" i dont know what a buffy is but yeah,   i can be a real pain in the ass when i need to be. "   a pause.   " do i need to be ? "

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  ❝  ⸻ Oh, my God , you’re gonna be a real pain in my ass , aren’t you ? Like another buffy except you have better hair . ❞

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@fatefcked | oliver & hope

" i don’t think you’re weak,   by the way.   in fact,   in some ways you have strengths i’d never be able to possess. "

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@bludbound | davina & hope

" okay,   i’m sick of you acting like i’ve somehow had it easier than you.   because i haven’t.   i just choose not to be a dick about my shit. "

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vampires,   werewolves,   and demons   —   oh my !   demons were still a new thing.   something the tribrid found herself still getting used to,   despite the fact she's faced just about everything else that malivore had spit up over the years.   monsters would always be monsters,   no matter the shape or form they decided to take and that's the worst part of it   —   they find comfort in that.   just as hope was going to deliver that killing blow,   the demon froze in place as if time had come to a halt.   " what? "   looking around,   they spot the other just as she'd come up from cover.   must have been the one to freeze it.   fine,   she can work with that.   it's simple enough to raise the broken piece of debris from the ground with a thought,   even easier to send it flying straight into the heart of the monster.   " incendia. "   the improvised stake ignites and the demon with it.   " i think the words you're looking for are thank you. "

she stumbled but only briefly when she saw someone crossing into the line of fire from the demon that decided today of all days would be the best day to try and attack her. "hey!" she yelled at them before freezing the demon and popping out from where she'd taken cover. truth be told, she was pretty angry. so angry she let the attack go on longer than it should. "do you have a death wish or what?!"

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if that was meant as an insult,   well she'd heard worse from those who were meant to care about her.   his words barely left a scrape on the surface,   so simple in comparison to the things they've told themself over the years.   " and you're ugly. "   doesn't stop them from being just as childish though.

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" you’re bossy … and short. "

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"  funny you think i'm going to let you die at all. "   she's thought about it more than once,   actually.   how to prevent his very mortal death.   vampirism is an option,   though one she knows he'll never once agree to.   " you're stuck here.   with me. "

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“ you’re not gonna let me die in peace , are you ?? “

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Which ship do you like most for hope? For me, the thought of Chris and Hope getting together is fantastic.

in no particular order or ranking,   my favorite hope ships are :   wyatt halliwell,   josie saltzman,   landon kirby,   rafael waithe,   jed tien,   cleo sowande,   oliver gauthreaux,   lizzie saltzman,   alyssa chang,   katherine pierce,   lucien castle,   chris halliwell,   wesley wyndam-pryce,   kaleb hawkins,   ethan machado

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@onthefyre | rafael & hope

"   listen,   i’ve lost a lot of people in my life.   i learned how to deal with it but —   you’re different.   i can’t take it if it’s you.   "

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@nothingleftofyou | drusilla & hope

"   i think the whole idea of 'finding yourself' is kind of bullshit.   we are what we chose to be.   we make ourselves.   screw fate.   "

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@nothingleftofyou | chris & hope

"  oh gods,  don’t look at me like that.  i’d rather you just be angry than do the whole disappointed face.  "

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@fatefcked | wyatt & hope

"   we do work well together,   but i don’t belong here any more than you belong where i do.   "

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@mortalsufferings | marcel & hope

brother.   friend.   king.   enemy.

too   many   words   could   describe   the   vampire   before   her,   standing   so   self   assured   and   so   righteous   in   his   views.   part   of   her   agrees,   that   new   orleans   should   be,   in   part,��  his.   he   returned   it   to   glory   after   her   grandfather's   burning   crusade,   he   breathed   new   life   into   the   city   that   her   family   once   had   abandoned.

but   she   could   not   agree   with   him   stealing   it   from   the   others   who   also   equally   deserved   the   city   as   their   own.   wolves   outright   banished   and   cursed,   forced   to   live   a   life   in   the   bayou.   witches   condemned   for   their   birthright   and   punished   for   the   most   basic   of   magics.

she   knows   she   shouldn't   invade   the   problem,   that   her   becoming   prematurely   involved   with   any   faction   disputes   in   new   orleans   was   going   to   offset   the   entire   world,   the   future   and   likely   destroy   and   means   of   fixing   their   own   time.   if   there   is   even   that   time   to   go   back   to.   she   doubts   that   will   happen,   that   this   new   timeline   is   their   future.

night   had   finally   fallen,   which   meant   that   his   army   was   going   to   be   at   this   height.   the   nightwalkers   and   daywalkers,   roaming   together.   which   also   means   that   the   abattoir,   her   home,   could   either   be   lightly   guarded   or   overly   guarded.   either   course   means   little   to   the   tribrid,   in   truth,   she   just   doesn't   like   making   as   much   of   a   mess   as   others   in   her   family.

"looking   for   marcel.   i   have   something   he   wants."

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bitchy.   blonde.   too   clever   for   her   own   good.   each   and   every   time   hope   speaks   with   amelia,   she's   reminded   of   the   glaring   similarities   between   her   and   elizabeth   saltzman.   perhaps   that's   why   hope   has   such   a   hard   time   with   niceties   with   the   slayer   —   or   maybe   it's   more   to   do   with   her   allegiance   than   anything.   perhaps   a   mixture   of   both,   though   that   could   only   be   the   truly   logical   sense   of   it.   sometimes   it   came   down   to   just   the   simple   not   liking   someone   thing.   admittedly,   hope   hasn't   really   been   that   person.   

"leave   the   lying   to   other   people."   not   that   hope   had   really   caught   any   of   the   typical   signs   of   lying   from   the   other.   the   quickened   heart   rate   or   the   change   in   breathing,   things   she   assumed   slayers   were   trained   in   controlling   (   at   least   as   much   as   a   human   might   be   able   to   ).   "you're   not   very   good   at   it."

"no shit hope." multiple perks came from being a werewolf and a vampire, and hope fucking mikaelson had too many of them for amelia not to be envious. sure being a slayer was pretty awesome, but they were selfish by nature and couldn't help but want. all that lacked in wanting was the magic, it reminded them too much of warren and all they never had, to allow the thought. "you know what they say about assumptions," it came off like a gloat, that was on purpose. it helped hide the fact she had been observing the tribrid. know your enemies and all that. "for your information, i was checking out your ass." they weren't, but if stratagem hadn't been at the forethought of their brain it was probable. "then, of course, you had to ruin it by being you."

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suddenly   all   that   bravado   deflates   as   she   turns   to   face   hayley.   the   urge   to   apologize   almost   consumes   her,   heart   hammering   at   the   sight   of   her   mother.   whole.   alive.   healthy.   pregnant.   walking   away   is   sound   advice,   something   they   know   they   should   do   and   yet—   "sorry,   thought   you   were   someone   else."   half-truths,   or   would   they   be   half-lies,   really   since   she   hadn't   known   who   was   approaching   only   the   feeling   of   magic   on   the   other.   

and   so   she   slides   over,   letting   the   mother-to-be   take   the   bench.   the   quarter   is   alive   tonight,   as   is   usual   for   the   warm   months,   but   the   air   feels   charged   with   something.   idly   she   wonders   if   the   witches   are   doing   something   in   that   cemetery   of   theirs.   she   has   half   a   mind   to   go   check   it   out.   

"have   you   tried   a   beignet   yet?"

❝ ⸻ If you think that was sneaking up on you , then you're hearing isn't as good as you think they are ❞ Hayley spoke after munching on caramelized popcorn . having a bag in her hand , she had been indulging on her cravings all day . ❝ ⸻ feel free to walk away , just need to sit . ❞ the she-wolf only wanted to sit on the bench ( and she did ) . having been on her feet most of the day .

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"start   what?"   lucien   castle.   her   father's   first   ever   creation,   a   man   whom   he   had   saw   himself   in   for   a   time   and   then   used   and   discarded   just   as   klaus   mikaelson   is   prone   to   do.   though   hope   guesses   lucien   really   was   the   first   of   that   line   too,   of   the   new   power   that   her   father   was   becoming   a   fan   of.   he's   been   as   much   a   victim   as   he   had   a   friend.   history   would   repeat   that   same   scenario   a   few   times,   if   memory   served   correctly.   her   own   faded   memories   of   the   time   he   had   come   to   new   orleans,   to   protect   his   sire   and   the   sireline,   are   at   the   forefront   as   she   approaches   the   vampire.   "if   you're   planning   on   attacking   a   king,   you   might   regret   your   decision."

For the first time in a long time, Lucien felt invigorated. Making millions over the last millennia could only keep him captivated for so long and now he turned his eyes towards a new mission. The cash was in place, the army was at his fingertips, and now he needed but one thing: the witch to make it all align. Revenge was going to be his and there was only one question left. "Where to start?"

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hope   has   always   found   it   tough   to   connect   to   her   family,   especially   those   that   came   after   her.   those   that   had   the   better   sides   of   her   aunts   and   uncles,   connected   to   them   in   ways   hope   felt   envious   over.   a   vicious   cycle   of   envy   and   borderline   hatred   as   hope   pushes   all   their   cousins   away,   just   as   she   did   to   her   aunts   and   uncles.   so   now,   moments   like   these,   the   gentle   ones   where   she   knows   they   should   be   deepening   a   bond,   only   feel   awkward   and   forced.   "accident   or   not,   i   needed   it."   the   words   of   gratitude   sit   on   the   tip   of   their   tongue.   "you   okay?"

“ promise, its a fluke.” temperance remarked, a softness to her eyes reserved for family. not blood, no, but family all the same. "total accident, i swear." a kind smile adapted to her cheeks.

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hope   confronts   the   abnormal   daily,   so   coming   face   to   face   with   what   she   can   only   assume   is   perhaps   a   doppelganger   is   low   on   the   list   of   not   normal.   the   tribrid   reaches   for   the   drink,   pulling   it   from   the   other's   fingers   with   ease.   "katherine,   i'm   guessing."

she was weak, she was slow and the blisters were barbaric. "my tolerance is a joke now," katherine remarked pouring herself a drink. "it's glorious. " might have been the only good part of the whole 'human' thing. given her lack of compulsion, being able to get wasted far easier was a gift.

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