#blaming anyone but Greta is pointless

[andreal831]

Please tell me you don't blame Elijah for Hayley's death because all too many already do.

I am like jeez he didn't have his memory in the first place to save his family or specifically Hope!!!

That man did everything he could for her and he loved her moreover he fell for her even without his memory, like what more do y'all want now from him???

PS: I also think he died at the end not just cause of Klaus's death but also cause his grief was too much for him to bear, why else would he leave his family, hope alone?

What you think?

I'll never blame Elijah for Hayley's death and will fight anyone who does. It typically comes from Klayley stans, so I made a tik tok to explain that logic: here.

My biggest gripe with it is the writers clearly did it to prop Klaus up as being the best man for everyone and adding onto Elijah's despair to kill him off. Klaus got to somehow play the victim in Hayley's death. The show made it more about him than even Hope or Hayley.

But yes, Elijah erased his memories to protect his family. People love to call him a hypocrite because he tried to have morals but would always cross them for family. Elijah erasing his memories was him trying to do the right thing because he realized this about himself. Talk about character development. He knew that, even if it would jeopardize some of his family, if Klaus needed him, he wouldn't be able to help himself. So he erased himself. He essentially killed himself. And the fandom somehow makes Klaus the victim in even that. If the show was going to do all that, might as well have just given all of the Hollow to Elijah and staked him (plug for my story, Last Sacrifice, on AO3 and WP).

So after Elijah essentially commits suicide for his family, he finally gets to live. But not really him. Some guy who doesn't know anything gets to live. How Marcel, Vincent, and Elijah thought that would be a good idea is beyond me. So he is released into the wild with no protection and Antoinette essentially takes advantage of it. I could never get into them as a ship after finding out she knew who he was the whole time. He is with her for seven years (his longest relationship) and even engaged to her. Enter Greta who convinces him that his family is in danger. Yes, Antoinette was his family so Greta and Roman were his family by extension. And we know how protective Elijah is about family.

And yes, he does know he's technically a Mikaelson and they are technically his family. But he also knows they are terrible people and has no emotions to go with that knowledge except the normal disgust one feels when looking at random mass murderers. They mean nothing to him. He walks into that house believing Klaus is there to kill his almost brother-in-law. He then sees "Andrea" and likely realizes it is Hayley. But again, no emotions are attached to the name Hayley. He may have been attracted and felt a connection to Andrea, but he is actively realizing their evening together was a lie. That she hid her identity from him and he isn't sure why, but knowing what he knows about the Mikaelsons, he doesn't trust it. Granted he is processing all of this in seconds. He looks around, sees Hayley and Greta in a fight, sees Roman and Hope unconscious on the floor, and see Klaus moving forward, unsure where he is headed. He doesn't help Greta, he doesn't involve himself in the Mikaelsons, he simply stops Klaus and moves to rescue Roman.

Yes, it sucks that seeing Hayley didn't just break the compulsion, but that's not how this world works. He didn't even know he wanted to fight the compulsion so he didn't. What he did fight was the compulsion to make him remember. As soon as the emotion started to come back and he realized Hayley was dead, he fought the compulsion to stop it for days. He'd rather never remember a moment of his life than live with the fact that Hayley was dead.

The argument really falls apart when, as you said, you point out the true Elijah. Anytime the writers wanted to cause issues for haylijah, they had to push Elijah into OOC. When she went behind the red door and he was the monster he was afraid to become and then when he literally erased who he was. Elijah with memories would have found Hayley even faster than Klaus cause he wouldn't have wasted any time. He would have gotten there before they even had time to bind her wolf side. Hell, he would have realized she was missing right away and found her before Greta kidnapped her. The only way they could have Elijah not save Hayley was to completely erase him.

I've talked about Elijah's decision to die by Klaus' side: here and here. To me, Elijah was always a bit suicidal so it didn't take much to push him there. Losing Hayley was the last straw because not only did he lose her, but he lost Hope. Klaus or Freya blamed him for Hayley's death and Hope hated him for it. Rebekah was ready to run off with Marcel, Kol with Davina, Freya and Keelin were moving on. Elijah was utterly alone. I think it had less to do with Klaus than to do with Elijah just having nothing to live for. I hate how people make even Elijah's death center around Klaus.

Klaus could have lived for Hope but chose not to. Elijah was going to die either way because he didn't want to live anymore. A lot of that was due to losing Hayley. Maybe if he had a better bond with Hope or anyone in his family had put effort into being there for him, it could have been different.

Thank you for the ask! I'm kind of sad that you would even think that of me! (Jk! I realized I've never spoken about it on here <3)

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Something Real

A/n: so I watched It and I thought Richie and Eddie were so precious? So I wrote a lil something. They're sixteen in this because writing about actual children is weird. They don't do anything crazy they just confess their feelings and there's a lot of pointless pining

SUMMERY: Richie's always loved Eddie a lot more than the rest

Richie always sort of knew he liked Eddie just a little more than the rest of the Losers. It was obvious from the moment they met that Eddie was special. It was like a giant neon sign with an obnoxious arrow was pointing at the small boy telling Richie that this one he had to keep.

So Richie made sure to stick close to Eddie at all times. He followed him around even though he knew his company wasn't welcome, because at first it wasn't. Eddie all but hated Richie. But he let Richie follow him around anyway.

As they got older they grew closer. At thirteen they were nothing short of inseparable. Eddie had gotten used to Richie's odd sense of humor, sometimes even playing along or cracking his own jokes. He didn't mind that more often than not he'd address other people in ridiculous accents or that he made a few too many 'your mom' jokes. That only made Richie like Eddie more.

Sure he liked the rest of the Losers, but Eddie was different.

When It happened and he was tortured endlessly with visions of Eddie hurt, Eddie angry with him, Eddie dying, then Richie knew. He needed Eddie more than he'd thought. That entire summer was filled with sleepless nights because what if something happened to Eddie and Richie wasn't there to be his knight in shining armor?

So if sometimes Richie crawled through Eddies bedroom window when the anxiety over his friends safety was too much to handle, then who could blame him.

Richie slept easier at Eddie's but even then there were a few nights he couldn't relax enough to sleep. Those nights he spent trying to convince himself that yes, he was overly attached to his best friend, but it was platonic. Of course it was platonic.

It wasn't until he was sixteen that he finally admitted that it was not platonic.

His sweet little Eddie-spaghetti had completely, and totally stole his heart and he'd done it the day they met back when they were still kids.

At sixteen Eddie had grown to a petite 5'5, and despite running cross-country just to spite his mother, he was still skinny and so so small.

Richie thought he was the most beautiful person to walk the earth.

He joked about it constantly.

"You know, Eddie-spaghetti you're almost at hot as your-"

"Beep beep, Richie."

Now Richie had no problem with the way Eddie had a slightly feminine waist, or the way his hair fell perfectly without efforts or even how he wore slightly tight jeans with oversized graphic tees, no Richie didn't mind any of it because its what made Eddie so fucking beautiful.

What he minded was that he wasn't the only person who noticed.

This is what had prompted Richie's meltdown over realizing he was not only gay but he loved his best friend.

The sickly sweet, fake ass shit cherry on top had been when Eddie informed all of them he was bailing on the Losers weekly movie night to go on a date.

A fucking date.

Richie didn't miss the knowing look on Bev's face when instead of teasing his friend he had just quietly congratulated him and made his exit soon after.

Richie didn't know how Bev knew, he only hoped she'd keep it to herself.

They'd all agreed that movie night should go on as planned but Richie pretended to be sick to stay home because the boy he loved was on a fucking date with some pretty red head from his college level Chemistry class.

Chemistry, HAH.

He spent most of the night laying on his kitchen floor eating old chips from the bag resting on his stomach, blasting obnoxious music that's relevancy had died long, long ago.

A pathetic sight for sure.

He was seriously fucked.

He loved Eddie. He loved Eddie when he had an anxiety attack and pulled his inhaler out even though they both knew it didn't do anything, he loved Eddie when he woke him up ass early to watch the sunrise on lonely Sunday mornings, he loved him when he gave Richie beaming smiles after basketball games whether they won or not.

Richie could go on forever.

He didn't have to wonder when he stopped thinking of Eddie as just a platonic bro, because he never had.

He never had to hide anything from Eddie. Not his bad home life, not his obsession with cheesy romantic comedies, not anything.

A knock at the door startled Richie out of his thoughts.

It was almost one in the morning so he figured one of the Losers had just had a little too much to drink at movie night and needed a place to crash. That happened sometimes.

He swung the door open to a tear stricken Eddie.

He looked at his friend only a moment before opening his arms to catch Eddie's sobbing form.

He was filled with rage. If that bitch had done anything to his Eddie-spaghetti he would -!

"Richie?" Eddie's voice was muffled from where his face was buried in Richie's chest.

"Babe... what's wrong?" Richie led him over to the sofa.

"What do you think of Lisa Langdon?" His voice sounded small.

"Her name sounds like Wangdon." Richie's unhesitant reply came before he could choke it down.

"Beep Be- no. Nevermind Richie." Eddie stood to leave and before Richie could stop himself he'd already latched on to his friends hand.

"Eddie what happened? I'll take it serious Eds, I promise." He pleaded.

"You know there are a lot of girls in our grade that like you, Richie. I hear about it all the time. How you're so good looking and so funny, you're so amazing. I thought when Lisa asked me to go to the movies with her that finally someone noticed me. I wasn't Richie's best friend, I was Eddie." He smiled sadly. "I didn't think anyone really knew about movie night you know? Like sometimes I forget most of us left being losers in middle school."

Ed calling himself a loser always sort of left a bad taste in Richie's mouth. Because he never owned it. Bill, Mike, Stan, Bev and Ben all sort of adopted that word, wore it like badge of honor. But Eddie.. He had always felt it deeper than the rest of them. Hearing Ed say that gave Richie murderous flashbacks to when lonely little Eddie, too sweet and trusting, had let Greta sign his blank cast only so she could remind him that he was and always would be a loser.

None of their friends knew but Richie had been the one to change the S to a V.

"You're not a fucking loser, Eddie."

"Really then what am I? I'm not handsome like you and Bill! I'm not deep and emotional like Mike or Ben. Most of the time the only people that remember I exist are you and my mother."

"What does this have to do with Lisa Langdon?"

"She wanted me to introduce you two an movie night because she knew we were best friends." Eddie admitted bitterly.

And Richie knew that no matter what he'd never forgive Lisa Langdon. She'd made Eddie feel like he wasn't good enough when Eddie was absolutely perfect. Too good for her, at the very least. Too good for him, definitely. Even with his cheeks red, his eyes glassy from crying, and a bitter glare on his face Eddie was so beautiful.

"Eddie. Fuck her! She doesn't matter, she's a bitch! If she's too blind to see that she was lucky to go out with you-"

"No one in their right mind would feel lucky to-"

"I would." Richie spit out.

Complete silence.

Eddie stared almost fearfully up at Richie.

Richie was in shock he'd actually just said that.

Eddie would never forgive him.

"Don't play like that Richie, not now..." Eddies eyes teared up.

He thought he was joking? He thought that Richie would honestly make a joke about that? Now? While his reason for existing in this godless world was crying his eyes out because Lisa was the worlds biggest asshole?

"I'm sorry Eddie, but I'm not kidding."

"Of course you are-"

"God damn it, Eddie, I love you." Richie practically screamed. "I love you and I can't stop, Eddie. I can't stop." He barely whispered the last part, letting a few tears out.

He usually masked his negative emotions with humor but something about this felt too raw to joke about, so he didn't. He was possibly ending a friendship and maybe if people found out he was gay he'd be a loser again too.

He knew some people thought it was wrong, a guy being with another guy, but nothing about loving Eddie could ever feel wrong. He'd loved him before even knowing what love was. He loved him when had a fanny pack full of medications and a timer on his watch so he'd never forget. He loved him when he let Richie crawl in his bed after his parents came home on week long drinking binges and he felt like he'd explode if he didn't leave.

He loved each and every breath Eddie took.

Every blink and every heartbeat.

But, Richie had always been too busy trying not to act like he loved Eddie to notice that maybe, Eddie loved him too.

"I love you too." Eddie admitted shyly. "I always heard rumors about you and lots of girls and I figured you'd never look my way."

Richie jerked Eddies arm so he was in his lap.

"Eddie.. I've never not been looking at you. I've loved you since we were kids."

He heard Eddies breath catch a little, Eddies forehead resting against his

"But those girls-"

"There were never any girls, Eddie. Its always been you." Richie tucked a stray piece of hair behind Eddies ear.

He knew he was a cheesy fucking romantic but he'd always wanted his first kiss to be with someone special. And on some level he knew there was no one more special than Eddie, so he'd never kissed anyone. He knew of course, that Eddie had, because when they were fifteen Bev's cousin had shamelessly thrown herself at Eddie and even mentioning her name made Eddie blush.

He didn't have time to be bitter because he wanted to kiss Eddie and details like experience and Bev's cousin didn't matter because Eddie was right in front of him and his eyes kept flicking down to Richie's lips.

And then they kissed.

It was electric, and beautiful and sloppy and he didn't want it to end.

Eddie agreed apparently because he wound his hands into Richie's shaggy locks of hair and tugged ever so slightly, causing Richie to gasp into the kiss. Eddie took full advantage and then his tongue was sliding against Richie's like they'd done this a million times.

Richie didn't really know what he was doing so he acting on instinct and he didn't really think Ed minded.

When they finally pulled away from each other he wished he could take a picture of Eddie and frame it. His lips a little swollen and extra red from how much they'd kissed, his eyes glazed over and the corners of his mouth pulled into a giddy smile.

And when Eddie tucked his head into Richie's neck he thanked whoever was out there that he'd finally gotten his boy.