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[handonshipper]

Drawn to Love: Chapter Two

Summary:

Klaus Mikaelson had made a lot of enemies over the centuries. Because of this, his daughter, the 17 year old tribrid named Hope, had to move from place to place. Now, she moved to Mystic Falls and started attending Mystic Falls High, where she meets an attractive Landon Kirby who was assigned to be her tour guide. She had sworn to herself not to make connections, but that seems to be easier said than done

Ships:

Hope/Landon, Freya/Keelin, Finch/Josie, MG/Lizzie

Characters:

Hope Mikaelson, Landon Kirby, Freya Mikaelson, Lizzie Saltzman, Josie Saltzman, Keelin Malraux-Mikaelson, Milton Greasley, Finch Tarrayo, Nik Malraux-Mikaelson

Other reading location:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33830149/chapters/86393698

Previous Chapter:

https://handonshipper.tumblr.com/post/685990148790435840/drawn-to-love-chapter-one

Landon frowned, watching how quickly she got up when the bell rang. Based on how often she moved around, she couldn't possibly be that concerned with her attendance record. Which meant she just didn't want to spend another second sitting here with him. He sighed softly and grabbed his own bag, dumping out the trash on his tray.

"You do know we have history together now?" He said catching up to Hope. "If your disappearing act was an attempt to get rid of me." His tone was playful, indicating he was joking but deep down some part of him meant it. He was disappointed that the first girl he was into didn't want anything to do with him.

Hope's face faltered. "It's not you. I'm just not the best person to be around, Landon. The people I care about have a tendency to die on me. And I don't want another name on that list of people I lost"

Landon's eyes softened, now realizing her hesitation must be related to whatever happened to her parents. He offered her a small smile. "It's just a short walk to history class. Or do you think I'm suddenly going to trip over a trash can and fall to my death?" He joked. "Tell you what. Since you think you're cursed, why don't we prove the curse wrong? I'll spend two weeks hanging out with you. And if in two weeks I'm still alive and haven't been in risk of dying, then you have to admit you're not cursed and...let me buy you a milkshake sometime." He smiled looking at her. "What do you say?"

"That doesn't prove anything" Hope said with a soft sigh.

"Sure it does. It'll prove that not everyone who gets close to you ends up dead." Landon reasoned with a small smile.

"And what if you do die?" She looked at Landon. She didnt want to lose someone else. But it was also hard for her to push him away

"If I do die, then...I don't know. I guess I'll have to haunt you from beyond the grave." He joked. "But you have nothing to worry about. This is Mystic Falls. The biggest danger here is dying of boredom." He chuckled softly.

Hope sighed softly. Clearly he never looked up the town history. They must have really done a good job at covering it up. "If you say so. Look, I'll play along. For now. But you are not going to die because of me" she said firmly.

"I know I'm not." Landon grinned. "See? You're already believing there's no curse." He said playfully as he reached the history classroom. "Now all that's left to do is enjoy the two week countdown."

"I wouldnt say that. And I didn't say I would get close to you. You can talk to someone without getting close enough for them to die too. I hope at least"

Landon looked at her, curiosity and sympathy reflecting in his eyes. "You really believe that don't you? That everyone who gets close to you ends up dying." He sighed softly. He wished he could help her. And not just because he really wanted to get closer to her. Rather because he couldn't imagine what it was like for her, living with those thoughts. "I guess I'll just have to work extra hard to prove you wrong. And you know what? Even if I do die, at least I'll die having spent time with you. That's a plus in my book."

Hope looked at him curiously, walking alongside him in thought. "Yeah. I do believe it. I do like talking to you though. More than I should. Though I don't know why that would be a plus in your book. I'm not anything special" Besides being a tribrid. "Nothing worth dying over'

Landon exhaled softly and gave her a small smile, wishing he could take out the obvious pain in her heart. He wished he could ease her burden and make her happy. There was no logical explanation for why he cared so much. But he just knew he cared for her more than anyone else he had ever met. Though bullies and abusive foster families certainly didn't help that.

"I like spending time with you too. I don't know all of why exactly besides the fact you are interesting. But.... there's something about you that makes me want to know more about you. I'm willing to take the risk that your curse of losing people is real. After all, aren't you supposed to take chances in life?"

The tribrid was silent as they continued to walk to the history classroom. She went inside and took a seat at the desk towards the back, unable to help her thoughts that were going through her mind. She wanted to get to know him. There was some unexplainable pull she felt towards him. She wanted to be his friend and just talk to him. But was it worth the risk?

When Landon Kirby took a seat beside her out of all of the seats in the classroom, the tribrid couldnt help the faint smile that formed on her face. Without thinking of the consequences, without worrying about what was to come, she spoke "I'll see you this afternoon at the Grill. Even if they don't want to go out, I'll stop by"

An eager grin spread across the face of Landon Kirby at the thought of her wanting to see him. Perhaps he could help ease her mind over her fear of losing people. She seemed like such a nice girl that did not deserve to be burdened with these thoughts and feelings. She deserved to be herself and enjoy life while it lasted. After all, wasn't that what life was supposed to be about? He felt happier spending time with her than he had in a long time because of how his several foster families and classmates treated him. But around Hope, he felt like anything was possible.

After school, Hope was picked up by her Aunt Freya, and she looked out of the window, thoughts circling through her mind. She did not want to mention her attractive tour guide to her aunt because she didn't want her aunt to ask questions about him. Hope doubted anything would come out of this. After all, she didn't see herself jumping into a relationship after what happened with her brief last one.  Logic screamed at her not to just easily trust this new stranger in her life. Not after everything she had been through. So why did she feel a strong desire to go tell her aunt to bring her to the Mystic Grill?

She remained all the way silent till they got to their new house before she got out and headed off to her room. The movers had arrived while she was gone, and things were brought to her room for her to unpack. But Hope currently had inspiration for art, so she ignored most of her belongings and went straight for the art easel. She carried it to the spare room that they weren't using and began setting it up as an art room. She got enough set up for now before setting up her easel and canvas. She then began to paint, a vivid image in her mind.

It was her and Landon at lunch, though the two of them were a silhouette. She supposed it resembled the way she was unsure about their connection and whether or not it was able to continue. There was a lot of mystery between them. And the more secrets that would be unraveled, the more vivid the two characters would become. She supposed Landon may become a clearer, more vivid image with various colors once she knew more about him. If she allowed herself to get to know him, which was still a debate. But with all of the secrets about her and her family and even her own last name that she would need to keep from him, whether he was trustworthy or not insured that her side would remain a silhouette even in her own mind.

Eventually, she came downstairs, taking Nick into her arms from his position on the floor. She held onto her cousin with a small smile, wanting to spend some time with him. "Where's Keelin?" the tribrid asked finally as she looked around.

"She's making sure she has her position at Mystic Falls Hospital" Freya replied

Hope nodded, a wave of guilt crushing her insides. It was her fault that they needed to move. If her family hadn't insisted on her needing protection, if she hadn't accidentally caused a problem at her last school, Keelin wouldn't need to search out for a new job, no matter how easy it happened to be for her to transfer job locations. (She suspected Marcel or Rebekah's talents were involved despite Keelin's request to earn it for herself).

"Alright. Do we know what we are going to do for dinner?" Hope asked, holding her cousin in her arms.

"Not yet," Freya replied. "We might go out tonight since we haven't gone shopping yet."

"I heard the Mystic Grill was a good place to eat"

The witch nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. We could go once Keelin gets back"

A faint smile formed on her face as she kissed the top of Nik's head before setting him down. She loved her little cousin but only ever spent time with him sometimes while she was with Freya and Keelin. She didnt want him to end up dying too if she could help it. After all, Hope Mikaelson felt as though she was cursed to lose everyone she got close to. Which was why she had no idea why she was humoring this teenage boy's request.

Soon enough, Keelin came through the front door and pulled Freya into a kiss, a smile on her face before she slowly pulled away. "Everything is ready for me to get started on Monday. Until then, I'm all yours" she said with a small smile as she looked at her wife before turning to face Hope. "How was school?"

"It was school, I guess. Nothing exactly exciting"

"Hope wants us to go to the Mystic Grill for dinner" Freya informed Keelin

The werewolf nodded a little. "Well we should probably get going then. Before its time for Nik to go to sleep" She picked up her son and carried him outside to the car before putting him in his baby seat.

Hope climbed into the car and sighed softly, thoughts going through her mind. "I started setting up my art room" she informed them with a small smile. "I still have a good bit to set up, though. Both in the art room and my bedroom. I'll work on it once we get back to the house"

She didn't call it home. In her mind, her home was New Orleans. A place it wasn't safe for her to be at. A place full of memories of the small time period she was able to be with both of her parents. Throughout her whole life, she had only gotten to know her dad a brief time when she was seven and then when she was fifteen. Any other memories, she was too much of a child to be able to recall them.

"Have you started on any art pieces?" Keelin asked curiously, knowing art was a deep passion of Hope's.

"I have actually. A painting including silhouettes. I still need to work on some parts of it once it dries."

"She was in there since she got back from school" Freya told her wife as she reached the Mystic Grill. She parked and got out before getting their son

"Well, I'm sure whatever art piece Hope was working on looks great, based on the paintings I have seen in the past." Keelin said. It wasn't an optimistic compliment or encouragement. It was based off of what she had seen in the past, which was some of the best art work she had ever seen in her life.

"Thank you" Hope said with a small smile as the three of them began walking to the restaurant. 

She turned the handle of the restaurant door and opened it before w g inside. Nearby was the host station that was vacant but not for long as the host soon rejoined his station. They approached the Host Station, and Freya spoke up. "Table for three and a highchair for the little one please"

"Alright, take a seat wherever you'd like, and I'll bring the highchair over.'

"Thank you" Keelin said, and they walked over to a table, a highchair being brought close behind them.

Keelin set Nik down in the highchair with a small smile, and the three of them took their seats. The tribrid was lost in thought as her mind drifted to her tour guide and his insistence to spend time with her. It was hardly the first time someone was interested in her, boy or girl, so why was she having trouble pushing this one away? Especially when she knew what happened with her first and only love interest so far in her life.

Roman Siena.

He had betrayed her. Peaked into her mind and found out secrets she had kept hidden. Her mother's location. He was the reason her mom was dead. But... so was she. If she had never kidnapped her mom to lure her dad back home, she would still have her mom right now. Instead, she would never see her again. Not until she died for good at least.

Ever since her mother's death, she had continued blaming herself, thinking of everything she could have done differently that would have prevented it. And when her father died shortly after, she began thinking the same line of thoughts for him. He died to save her. And Elijah died alongside of him. She was supposed to be worth it. But she wasnt. And she kept messing up the lives of her relatives of them having to take care of her. They didn't get to live the lives they deserved because of her.

And now this boy could end up dead just like her parents. Just like her uncle. His life could be shifted off course and he could get hurt. Loving a Mikaelson would only get you hurt or killed. Even being friends with one would end up causing him to suffer. And Hope didnt want that. She barely knew him, but she knew that she did not want him or anyone else to get hurt because of her.

"Hope? You came" A recently familiar voice tore her out of her thoughts and memories as she looked up quickly at Landon Kirby.

A smile formed on her face despite her best efforts. "Landon. Uh, Landon, these are my aunts Freya and Keelin, and my cousin Nick.  This is Landon. He was my tour guide at school today."

"It is nice to meet you, Landon"  Freya said with a kind smile as she looked at the teenage waiter that had arrived at the table, wearing his blue Mystic Grill uniform.

"Yes it is." Keelin agreed with a nod, noticing the smile on Hope's face, caused by the mere presence of this boy. "Do you have classes with Hope?"

"Two. We have history and English together." Landon said, looking at her. "Its nice to meet you. Is there anything I can get for all of you?"

"I'll take a salad and some water" Freya replied

"I'd like a burger and fries" Keelin said, looking at him.

"Same" Hope said. "With a glass of water and a milkshake"

"Peanut butter blast, whipped cream on the bottom?" The waiter questioned as he recalled her telling him about it.

The tribrid's eyes lit up as a smile stretched across her face. She couldnt help it, even though she was insistent on keeping her distance. He remembered what she had said. She wasnt used to being around people and talking to them. And she hadn't expected the few that had to really care much about what she said. But in today alone, he had proven otherwise more than once.

"Yes, that's the flavor I want. Thank you" she said, unable to help her rush of happiness at the simple fact he remembered her flavor.

Landon smiled back at her, feeling relief at the sight of her smile. It only gave him more hope that she actually liked being around him. "Alright, I'll be back shortly" he said and went to get their drinks ready so they could have it while they wait.

Hope tore her gaze away and caught sight of her aunts' expressions. "Okay I know what you're thinking. But its not a big deal. He was just a tour guide"

"Just a tour guide? It didn't seem like that. You usually barely talk to anyone" Freya pointed out with a small smile Hope blushed a little. "He might have also sat down at my lunch table, and I talked to him a little. It's not a big deal" 

"You're blushing" Keelin noticed, "but if you don't want to talk about it, it's fine. We are just glad to see you are making friends"

Hope's gaze lowered a bit, the tribrid falling silent as she thought about everything. She looked up as the milkshake was put in front of her. "Thank you" she told Landon, giving him a small smile.  "You're welcome" he said before leaving the table since everyone had their drinks. He continued working, walking back over with their food once it was ready. 

Eventually, it was time for them to leave, and Landon looked at Hope. "I'll see you tomorrow"  Hope gave him a small smile. "See you tomorrow' she said softly and picked up Nik out of his highchair before carrying him out of the restaurant and to the car. 

What if she was making the wrong choice by appeasing him with his  two week proof? She was the tribrid. The only one of her kind. A first born Mikaelson witch with a terrifying amount of power. What if she hurt him? Or what if someone sensed her power and came after her again. The Hollow was bad enough. Dahlia. Everyone that had already been after her. What was next? And would she survive? Would her aunts? Nik? Her tour guide? Everyone could get hurt because of her. And that was the last thing she wanted

Those thoughts remained in her head as they arrived at their house. The tribrid headed upstairs, thoughts going through her mind, clouding her mind too much for her to want to finish her painting. She looked over at the wall in her bedroom with a single painting on it. The only painting she had made with her father. As much as it hurt, she didn't want to get rid of it or keep it stored away. 

After putting Nik to bed, Freya walked over to her wife and wrapped her arms around her. "I think we might have scared Hope off of spending time with that boy, Landon" "She'll come around" Keelin said, looking at her. "No one wants to be alone. Whether she gets involved with him or just ends up becoming friends with him, it's obvious she already cares about him. That doesn't just go away"

"I know. I hope you're right. But we both know how she feels about getting close to people" "I know we didn't see much of him, but he doesn't seem the type just to give up because she is a bit distant"  Keelin said and tugged her closer, pressing her lips to Freya's. Her wife deepened the kiss, not wanting to let her go. Eventually Keelin pulled away and pulled her a little towards the bed "Now come on, lets get to bed. We have things to do tomorrow" 

The witch and the werewolf got in their bed, and Freya lifted Keelin's hand to her lips and kisses each fingertip, a smile on her face. Keelin  grabbed Freya by the waist and pulled her close. Her lips stumbled into the witch's, bruising as the intoxicating taste of her filled the werewolf's mouth. Freya was glad she had Keelin in her life and did indeed hope that Hope let herself be happy as well. She pulled away eventually with a smile and laid with her wife, peacefully falling asleep.

[queenofthedramedies]

There Are No Such Creatures Such As Phoenixes, Fairies... Oh, My...

Summary: Post-TO/Leg S1 AH/AU-ish Dedicated to radgasttheblonde. Landon and Wade head to New Orleans, after Hope invites them for a spur-of-the-moment summer vacation. However, none of them counted on Klaus' inability to believe in mythological creatures, and, he's about to get a surprise of his own... 

Disclaimer: I do not own The Originals, or Legacies. That would be The CW, Julie Plec, and the usual suspects.

Hello, my lovely readers. This is the first fic I have posted in some time, and it, as well as all of my future writing, is dedicated to my mother, who passed away last month. 

      There Are No Such Creatures Such As Phoenixes, Fairies... Oh, My...

Hope Mikaelson sat on the railing of her bedroom in New Orleans. She perched precariously, a human would easily slip over the thin piece of metal, and shatter their skull, upon impact with the centuries-old brickwork below. Off in her own world, Hope's head titled to the side as the mournful sound of a sax could be heard from the street. The side of her mouth titled up in a half-smile as her eyes scanned the people milling below. One part of her mind stayed focused on those strangers, while the other conjured thoughts of her boyfriend, Landon Kirby, who was still at the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted.

Footsteps heading toward her door, breaking Hope's reverie. However, she did not turn from her people-watching, just yet. So much to see. So much life.

The footsteps came through her room and stopped. Slowly, Hope's head turned to take in the sight of her father, the infamously fearsome, Klaus Mikaelson. "Hi, Dad," she called to him.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He wore a smile that he only had in the presence of his child. Seconds later, his head tilted to the side and his eyes narrowed a fraction. Hope forced herself not to gulp. He knew. He knew she was hiding something from him. Shit.

Klaus leaned against the balcony doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, offering his daughter his full and undivided attention. Ordinarily, Hope would be overjoyed to be spending time with her dad--they had lost so much--but, put on the spot, like this; she wished she could just leap over the balcony and run away. And her dad would catch up and force her secret out of her.

"Are you alright, Littlest Wolf? Your heart is pounding as you were a deer, amongst a pack of wolves." Eyes sparkling with humor, Klaus' mouth twisted into a teasing smirk. Leave it to her dad to laugh at his own joke.

Hope rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. Ducking her head, she strode forward. Klaus moved out of the doorway, just in time for her to brush past him with the tiniest brush of her shoulder with his arm. She wanted to turn into him, to bury her face in his chest, and explain all of her concerns. But Hope wasn't ready to be an open book.

"Hope...”

Time to face the music, Hope sighed, internally, before she turned to face her father with her most charming smile. Klaus' brows rose, but he stayed perfectly still. "Dad...you remember my boyfriend, Landon..." A slight nod encouraged her to plunge ahead. "Well, I invited him, and a friend of ours, Wade, to stay with us, during the summer break."

Now, Klaus' mouth opened. Hope could see he was about to protest, but she kept going. "You know that Landon is an orphan. And so is Wade! They have nowhere to go this summer. Do you really want them to be stuck at the school--the whole summer--while everyone else is with their family?" Her wide eyes beseeched him to honor her plea.

For a moment, it seemed as if Klaus were lost in thought. Then a sudden burst of laughter came out of him. Frowning, Hope placed her hands on her hips. "What is so funny about my wanting my friends to be here. Like a normal girl. For once!"

Shaking his head, Klaus seemed to be trying to calm himself. After another, long chuckle, he moved to place his hands on Hope's shoulders. Now, he was completely serious. "Hope, love, you know I would happily whisk you, and your little friends, off to an island, say Jamaica, for a little R-and-R. However, you also know how dangerous New Orleans is. You can not take a pair of humans, and drag them about the city. It would only end in bloodshed, and despair. I do not want that for you."

Here came the hard part. Hope took a step back and out of her father's hold, taking a big breath, she plunged forward, "Dad... There's something about Landon you should know... He's not human..."

Again, Klaus looked concerned. His hand went up to his face and he ran it down to his chin before asking her: "You did not turn the boy, did you..."

"No! Of course NOT!" Hope's voice rose with each word. "How could you ask me that?" She had only turned one boy, Henry, after he asked, and she took pity on him. It ended in Henry's brutal death, in the New Orleans French Quarter. She could not forget that, and would not, willingly, turn anyone, again.

"Well then, pardon me for asking, but what is he then: If not a vampire, werewolf, or witch?"

"He's a Phoenix, Dad."

A long moment passed, again, before Klaus burst into laughter. Eyes widening, all Hope could do was stare at her father. "A Phoenix? Truly? Did Elijah put you up to this?" Tears ran down Klaus' cheeks as he gripped his belly. "You would have been better suited telling me he was a hobbit, in pursuit of a ring..." More laughter made Hope lose her temper.

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Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, and following. 😊

-J

[rhaenizziettie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Legacies (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Milton “MG” Greasley & Hope Mikaelson, Landon Kirby/Hope Mikaelson Characters: Hope Mikaelson, Milton “MG” Greasley, Landon Kirby (mentioned) Additional Tags: No Humanity Hope Mikaelson, Humanity Switch Summary:

MG reminds Hope of Landon’s dying wish.

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[greatwitch3]

Chapters: 11/14 Fandom: Legacies (TV 2018), The Vampire Diaries (TV), The Originals (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Landon Kirby/Hope Mikaelson, Penelope Park/Josie Saltzman, Milton "MG" Greasley/Lizzie Saltzman, Ethan Machado/Hope Mikaelson, Landon Kirby & Hope Mikaelson, Landon Kirby & Josie Saltzman, Penelope Park & Josie Saltzman Characters: Landon Kirby, Hope Mikaelson, Penelope Park, Josie Saltzman, Milton "MG" Greasley, Lizzie Saltzman, Ethan Machado Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, childhood best friends, Angst, Fluff, True Love, slowburn Summary:

Landon Kirby & Hope Mikaelson are best friends and have been since they were five.

Or

the Handon fanfic where Landon is the popular rocker dude who has his heartbroken and Hope is his childhood best friend who he always seems to be able to count on.

[backtothestart02]

Second Chance - 1/? | handon fanfiction

A/N: I just need handon together...OKAY? If the show won't give it to me, I must attempt to write it myself! (Future chaps will be longer.)

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Synopsis: Years after Landon lost his emotions as the ferryman, an obstinate visitor to limbo offers him a reversal of fortune. Will he take it or is he too afraid to embrace the hope of a life he once craved and risk the possibility that the love of his life may have moved on?

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Chapter 1 -

Landon grimaced and set down the tall glass of liquor in front of the newcomer, who, not for the first time, proceeded to grin and do his best to rile the bartender up, even if, as he’d told him time and again, he had no feelings, so it was impossible.

The grimace though told him not all of his feelings were switched off, not entirely. He could only be grateful that with this particular individual they were mostly off.

“So.” The visitor popped his lips. “What’s a guy got to do to get your job, hmm?” He licked a line across his teeth, grossing Landon out further.

“You want to bartend?” he asked, dryly.

“Nah, had enough of that in my actual life. It’s boring listening to people drag on and on about their problems, don’t you think?” Landon opened his mouth to answer, but his visitor interrupted, waving off any attempt at a reply. “Oh, wait, wait, you don’t feel anything, that’s right. Must come in handy.”

“Sometimes,” Landon drawled, putting the more potent liquor out of reach – not that it had much affect in limbo, but still, you never knew for sure, even as long as he’d been there.

Had it been years? Maybe. Possibly. It’d been a while since he’d seen any of his friends to see if they’d gotten any older. Most of them it was impossible for them to age, so he wouldn’t know. Especially Hope.

Hope.

His mind drifted to her, to memories of them, to when he could feel his love for her, to when he yearned for her, lusted for her, wanted nothing more than to make her happy, than to be happy with her.

“Whatcha thinking about?” The visitor popped his lips.

“Why aren’t you at peace yet? There must be something you-” He paused, remembering, as his visitor smiled. “Oh, that’s right. You want my job. Well, unfortunately for you – and fortunate for anyone who comes after you,” he muttered the last bit, “I wouldn’t know how to give it to you, even if you wanted it. Which I don’t, because I want it.”

“You don’t want to go to peace?” he asked, mocking surprise.

Landon blinked.

“No.”

“What about feeling things?” he asked, leering. “You must miss that.”

Landon shook his head, bewildered.

“You’re not getting my job!”

The visitor snorted and downed the rest of his drink – water, as predicted.

“We’ll see about that.”

He slipped off his stool and wandered off into the crowded room, leaving Landon mostly alone with his thoughts.

He was happy here. Or as happy as he could be without feeling anything. He did miss that, he supposed. Emotions. But he had a home here, and he was doing something for the good of all those who came through. He didn’t have to worry about dying or that his mere existence would put someone he loved in danger, because he was already dead, and he didn’t love anyo-

He sighed inwardly.

Well, he loved Hope. He’d always love her. Even if he couldn’t feel it, he knew it was true. Every day he breathed in and out that truth like air. He didn’t dread the day she didn’t need to summon him anymore, because it would mean she was living her life, that she’d found love again. And he wanted that for her. He wanted that more than anything.

He wouldn’t be depressed or distraught that she’d moved on if he had his feelings. At least, he didn’t think he would. If it had been years though, it would certainly make sense for her…for her to find love again. For her to not…need him.

“Ow.”

He felt pain resonating in the middle of his chest, a dull ache, but there was nothing there. No one had thrown anything at him. And he couldn’t feel. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to, and he’d been told he couldn’t, so he couldn’t!

Right?

[1jemmagirl22]

Rated: M

Relationships: Klaus and Caroline, Kol and Davina, Elijah and Katherine Pierce, Lizzie and MG, Hope and Landon, Bonnie and Damon, and more

Chapters: 2/? 

Summary:

Post Legacies 4x04

With Hope’s humanity off and Alaric in critical condition Caroline returns to Mystic Falls with secrets and lies as her guests.

As Caroline’s hidden past with Klaus Mikaelson and the secret of her family she’s tried so hard to protect are brought too light. Hope spirals deeper into her fathers dark footsteps.

Magic is tricky, so many loopholes, so many prophecy’s. As two Tribrids ascend destiny draws near. Will the darkness in their blood be their end? Or will the light hidden inside them triumph?

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[hopekirby]

Ok so the skull monster/bone warrior thing is a bit concerning but if he really is Landon or some part of Landon do y’all think the Landon we see now was actually made to love Hope? 3x12 “I was made to love you” (if that’s a Handon thing ofc) I feel like that could be more literal than we think at the moment. Because of what Landon went through in the prison world (which we are unaware of) he could’ve created a perfect version of himself for Hope? Just to love her? Maybe? Honestly that probably would explain the memory loss wouldn’t it? He erased everything he did in Malivore and the prison world. I need more time to think and piece things together but I think there’s definitely a possibility that the Landon Hope has now was created for her...

[coastingthroughmyemotion]

HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON IS BISEXUAL!

HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON IS BISEXUAL!

HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON IS BISEXUAL!

HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON IS BISEXUAL!

HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON IS BISEXUAL!

HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON IS BISEXUAL!

HOPE ANDREA MIKAELSON IS BISEXUAL!!!!!

[vagandfags]

when there’s a burning in your heart - chapter one

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25692052

[handonshipper]

Drawn to Love: Chapter One

Summary:

Klaus Mikaelson had made a lot of enemies over the centuries. Because of this, his daughter, the 17 year old tribrid named Hope, had to move from place to place. Now, she moved to Mystic Falls and started attending Mystic Falls High, where she meets an attractive Landon Kirby who was assigned to be her tour guide. She had sworn to herself not to make connections, but that seems to be easier said than done

Ships:

Hope/Landon, Freya/Keelin, Finch/Josie

Characters:

Hope Mikaelson, Landon Kirby, Freya Mikaelson, Lizzie Saltzman, Josie Saltzman, Keelin Malraux-Mikaelson

Other reading location:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33830149/chapters/84105436

It was a Thursday morning when an expensive car drove past the welcome sign of the small town of Mystic Falls. The 1000 year old witch parked her car in front of the large house that was now her home. The teenage tribrid got out of the car and looked up at the  new house. She sighed softly and went back to the trunk, pulling out her bag. The moving truck would be there later with some of their other stuff.

Keelin got Nick out of the backseat as Freya went to open the front door. Hope headed inside and went upstairs to start looking for her room. She picked out a room and set her bag down before looking around and heading towards her window. She had a view of the woods, which was a good thing because it meant it would be easier to get out and shift if she needed to. She smiled a little, looking out at the woods. They were at a bit of distance from other houses, which allowed her to roam the woods without risking hurting anyone. She had a lot of control over her wolf form, but she still didn't want to take a chance.

Finally, she came downstairs, her backpack on her back, ready for her first day.

"Hey, are you ready for your first day?' Freya asked

"Not particularly, but let's go. Gotta get it over at some time. It's just another first day at another new school" Hope said, walking over to Nick and picking him up for a moment, smiling for a bit.  "I'll be back soon" she promised her cousin with a smile, holding him for a bit before setting him down. She then headed out to the car

Freya got inside and drove Hope to her new school. The car pulled up at the front, and Hope let out a sigh, not thrilled about the fact she had to go to yet another school.

"Why are we here again?" she asked, looking at her aunt.

"This town has a lot of magical history. It could be useful for you and I both" Freya reminded her.

"Well why don't we pick up the things you wanted to get and leave town again? Why go here?"

"Hope...."

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I'll see you later" Hope said, getting out of the car and looking around as she slowly entered the school

Landon Kirby stood by the entrance doors of Mystic Falls High School, leaning against the wall. Every time the doors opened he looked for someone who didn't belong so he could know who the new student was. He didn't know anything about her other than her name. Hope. When the doors swung open for the fifth time that morning, he looked up bored, thinking it was just another regular student. Again. But his eyes soon widened when he saw the beautiful girl who walked in.

"Hi um. You must be Hope, right?" He asked with a small smile, though he frankly didn't feel he needed to. He knew it was her.

Hope looked towards the voice and gave him a small smile, though she wasn't here to make friends. "Yes, I am" she said, looking at him, liking the shade of his eyes instantly

Landon's smile widened a little when he heard her speak. "I'm Landon. I'm your tour guide." He introduced himself politely.

"Its nice to meet you" Hope said, looking at him. She had done this more times than she would prefer. She probably wouldn't be here very long and thus shouldn't get too comfortable. "lets get started then."

On yet another school tour. He wasnt the stereotypical hot guy. The jock most girls felt drawn to. He had messy curls and cheap clothes. But part of Hope felt drawn to him, a desire to talk to him more. Yet it was probably for the best if she didn't. The last friend she made... well that wasn't a story she wanted to repeat.

"It's nice to meet you too." Landon said honestly and nodded at her following words, beginning to walk a little further down the school hallway. "Well these are the lockers...obviously." He mumbled shaking his head to himself.

He had never been this nervous around a girl before. But he could hardly help himself when it came to her. Not only was she extremely beautiful, but she also had a kind soft energy about her. He never felt so drawn to anyone. Well, never felt drawn to anyone at all. Hope was the first person to provoke this reaction out of him.

"And through here we have some classrooms. Do you have your schedule yet?"

"Oh, um" Hope pulled her schedule out of her pocket and held it out to him. "Here" she said so he could show her the way even though she was perfectly capable of finding her own way around the place.

It would speed up the job, and it was better than pushing away the tour even if it was better she was alone. It was just a tour. And it would please her Aunts if she just did what she was supposed to.

Landon gently took the schedule from her and looked it over, hoping to see if they shared any classes. He smiled when he saw they had history and English together. "Well your first class is math with Ms. Davis. Just don't let her catch you on your phone or you'll never hear the end of it. Trust me." He chuckled a little, heading in the direction of the math classroom. "And this is it right here. Standard math classroom." He said stepping inside a little considering it was empty right now.

"I'll keep that in mind" Hope said with a small chuckle as she looked in the room. "So have you lived in this town all of your life?" She wasnt sure why she was asking. Avoiding small talk or any talk helped avoid connections. Which was exactly what she needed. But part of her was.... curious

Landon nodded, turning his attention back to her. He couldn't seem to look away from her even if he wanted to. "I have. It's nice, though it is a very small town. What about you? Where are you from?" He asked with a small smile.

"Originally? New Orleans. Though I move around a bit with my aunts sometimes' Hope said, looking at him. She didn't particularly like constantly moving. But it was better if people didn't know where she was. Granted going to Mystic Falls of all places probably wasn't the best idea

"New Orleans, really?" Landon smiled. "I've never been. But I've heard great things about it. I've always wanted to see it." He said honestly. "Do you like moving? Some people hate it, and others don't." He said and glanced at her schedule to see what class she had next. He gestured for her to follow him and headed in the direction of the English classroom.

Hope shook her head. "I don't, but I'm used to it. It's probably only a matter of time before I leave here too" she said with a small sigh "Though, who knows, maybe I'll stick around for a while. And yeah New Orleans is pretty great" she confirmed with a sad smile as she thought of home

Landon instantly saddened at the thought of Hope leaving. He couldn't just not see her again. He couldn't even imagine that despite only being around her for about five minutes. But she was the first girl he was actually interested in, even if he knew there was no chance she felt the same way. Just being around her made him feel better.

"I hope you do. Stick around I mean." He said with a sheepish smile, stopping in front of another classroom a bit further down the hall. "Anyway um. This is your second period class. English. We actually have this class at the same time."

"Well, then I guess I will be seeing you around" Hope said, looking at him before looking around at the classrom

"You will." Landon confirmed. "I saw we also have history together." He smiled. "And there's also lunch of course." He couldn't help it. He wanted to spend time with her. To know her. "So uh. I noticed you signed up for an art elective. Is that something you like to do? Paint or draw?"

Hope glanced over at him and then away, not wanting to get attached to anyone. "Yes it is. I've liked to do it since I was a young child" It was a passion that laid deep within her heart. A passion she shared with her father. The tribrid's heart ached as she thought about her father

Landon smiled, keeping his gaze on her. She was so interesting. Everything about her was exciting and he knew he wanted to know more. "That's really cool. I actually can't draw to save my life. Stick figures are about my limit." He chuckled a little. "Who knows? Maybe this year I'll try something new and sign up for art class."

"Maybe you could" Hope said, looking at him before looking away. "My aunts and uncles can't really draw either" She wasn't impressed with his obvious eagerness to get closer, but she also knew that was because she was trying to avoid getting close to people. She continued walking with him towards his next class. She didn't add anything else to the conversation as she stared ahead

"What about your parents?" Landon asked curiously as he walked with her. He could tell she wasn't really making an effort to talk to him, which only strengthened his belief that he really had no chance with a girl as beautiful as she was. Maybe he could at least aim for friendship.

Hope's face faltered before it hardened a bit. "They're dead. They died two years ago" She looked over at Landon, unable to help the way her expression softened at the sight of him, surprised by it. "Ever since then, I just lived with my aunts."

"Oh." Landon said softly, his eyes showing how sorry he was though he didn't say the words out loud. "I um. I never knew my parents. I was raised in multiple foster homes." He said with a light shrug, wanting to help take the focus off her parents.

Hope was grateful at that shift of conversation, and she nodded a bit. "Well, if you've lived here your whole life, im sure you know the best place to eat? I doubt we will be cooking tonight"

Landon smiled. "I actually do. The Mystic Grill. I also happen to work there after school so, I might see you around." He said, clearly happy for that possibility.

"You probably will" Hope said, noticing how pleased that made him. It was obvious how interested in her he was. And she wasnt sure what to do with that. She was drawn to him, she couldn't help but admit that. But he was human. And she would eventually leave. And people that got close to her got hurt. Even killed. Her parents did.

Connor walked over to Landon and Hope. "Kirby, I'm sure this girl has much more interesting things to do than follow you on a tour."

"Is this loser bothering you?" Dana asked, walking up closer to Hope. "I wouldnt mind giving you a much better tour involving much more interesting people."

Landon's smile widened a little at that, now very much looking forward to his shift at The Grill later if it meant he got to see her again. He opened his mouth to speak but immediately closed it when he heard Connor

. He tensed a little at his presence. "Well, they appointed me as her tour guide." He said, making sure to keep any rudeness out of his voice.

"I'm fine here" Hope said, narrowing her eyes a little, not liking how they were treating him but not commenting on it yet. "He is giving me a good tour of the place."

"Well, if you come to your senses about this guy, let me know" Dana said.

"We could make it worth your while" Connor said, glancing down at Hope's lips and back up at her before walking away with Dana

Landon blinked in surprise at Hope's defense towards him. He didn't think she would just jump at the opportunity to be with the popular kids, but she also hadn't seemed that interesting in completing the tour.

"You didn't have to defend me. I mean...you could've gone with them. If that's what you wanted." He mumbled once Connor and Dana were gone.

Hope raised an eyebrow. "Go with two people that give off rich, popular asshole vibe? I'll pass, thanks" she said.

Landon chuckled a little. "Yeah well. You're not wrong exactly. Just don't let them hear you say that. Trust me." He said giving her a small smile. "Anyway uh. I'll just show you to your locker and then walk you to your first class. If...you don't remember the way and if you want me to."

"I'd appreciate that" Hope said, looking at him curiously, not saying anything else. He seemed... different than the other people she had met but Hope couldn't explain why

Landon's smile widened, glad he was getting to spend more time with her. He knew eventually she'd probably find new people to hang out with. A girl like her couldn't possibly stay friendless for long. But he was determined to appreciate his time with her while he had it. "Here you are." He said stopping in front of her locker.

Hope opened up the locker and looked at it before closing it. She doubted she would use it like the other students did. She had werewolf strength after all. Thanks to a certain... incident. She sighed softly at the thought and pushed it away before looking at Landon. "Lead the way" she told him and paused. "Thank you for showing me around"

"You're welcome." Landon said softly as he began heading towards the math classroom, remembering that was her first class. He was only sorry he couldn't stay. "I liked showing you around and talking to you." He admitted with a small smile.

Hope could tell. She gave him a small smile. "I guess I'll see you in... English" she said as they reached the classroom. "Second period."

"Yeah. You will." Landon confirmed, happy they at least had two classes together. "And then later in history, after lunch. I'll uh, be here to show you to English classroom after first period." He promised, not wanting her to get lost despite the fact that the school wasn't exactly huge and the classrooms weren't that far away from each other.

"Alright. I'll see you then" Hope said before heading into her class. and pulling out her notebook. She personally felt like this was a waste of time. She was a tribrid. She wasnt going to be some engineer or something

Landon smiled, watching her for a moment before slowly heading in the direction of his own class. He knew nothing could make this day a bad one. Not even Connor and his stupid crew.

It was now lunch time, and Hope got food from the cafeteria before making her way over to an area away from others before taking a seat. It was better this way

Landon carried his tray of food, looking for a place to sit. The cafeteria was always a minefield. His mood brightened significantly however when he saw Hope sitting by herself. It surprised him that no one asked her to sit with them, but it also meant he could sit with her without getting any crap for it.

"Hey." He smiled taking a seat across from her.

Hope looked up, surprised by his voice. "Hey" she greeted, looking at him. She glanced around briefly to make sure more weren't coming before returning her gaze to him. Her tour guide. Landon Kirby, she discovered during English class' role call

"Why are you sitting here alone?" Landon asked curiously. "I mean. No offense. I just thought...well someone like you can't possibly stay without lunch invitations or a group of people wanting to follow you and join every club." He said with a smile.

Hope shrugged a little. "I dont want a group of friends or to join clubs. I'm not really a... people person" she told him. "Another reason to avoid those two from this morning besides just them bing rich and popular assholes" She chuckled softly

Landon chuckled softly. "Oh. I guess it's a little surprising but, it's interesting. I'm not really a people person either. Not that anyone here wants to be my friend even if I was but...I suppose life just works out considering I'm not."

"I don't see why anyone wouldn't want to be your friend. You're a nice guy" Hope said, looking at him, "Though I'm not exactly the person people should be friends with. It's better if I keep my distance"

Landon smiled a little at the compliment. "Thanks. But, I don't know. The students here don't really care about nice. I'm just the foster kid. This town tends to run on tradition and important family names. I have neither of those things. Plus like I said, I'm kind of a loner." He said with a light shrug. "Why do you say that though? You seem like a nice girl too. And hey anyone who can stand up to Conner and Dana can't possibly be too bad." He smiled.

"I can't really relate, but, uh" Hope hesitated for a long moment. "My mom was a foster kid too so she would have been able to" She looked down a little at the thought of her mother.

Landon's eyes softened at her words, easily being able to see the pain she held in her heart. She was so kind. She didn't deserve to be so alone. "What happened? I mean, you don't have to tell me. We don't even have to talk about it. I just thought- I don't know. That maybe you'd want to. Since you mentioned not really having friends."

Hope waited for a long moment before saying "Not yet. But thank you. So what do you usually like to do?" She asked, unable to explain to him how she kidnapped her mother and put her under a sleeping spell and trusted the wrong person whose mother got Hope's mother killed

Landon nodded, instantly understanding. He wouldn't want to talk about his parents deaths either if he had parents and lost them. "You're welcome." He gave her a small smile. "Oh um. Well I don't really have a lot of hobbies but, I do like music."

"You do?" Hope questioned. "What kind of music? Or are you an overall fan?"

Landon nodded at her question. "I tend to like most kinds of music." He smiled a little. "I also write songs. I mean not very well but, it's just something I've always done in my spare time."

"So I make art and you write songs. What a pair" she said without thinking and fell silent, cursing her desire to talk to him

Landon's eyes widened a little and a very light blush formed on his cheeks at the idea of them actually becoming a couple. "You could design my album covers." He joked in attempt to lighten the mood.

Hope chuckled lightly and smiled at him. "Yeah maybe" She fell quiet and started to eat. "So, uh, what time is your shift?" she asked after a few moments.

Landon smiled. "4:30. Why? Did you decide to eat there with your aunts?" He asked, hoping this meant he would see her after school.

"Well I can ask. I dont know for sure if Freya and Keelin want to go out tonight" Hope said with a light shrug.

"I hope so. I think you're interesting. And, that it'd be nice to hang out after school. If you want to."

Hope's face faltered slightly at his words, and her eyes saddened. She couldn't afford him dying too. It was better if she didn't. "I, uh. I dont think I can today. I still haven't even unpacked," she said honestly

"Oh." Landon's smile faded slowly at the obvious hesitation she showed. He knew she was most likely being honest about not having unpacked, but that didn't make it any less of an excuse. "It's okay. I mean. Duty calls and all that. Maybe next time."

"Maybe" Hope said, feeling guilty as she saw his smile fade, but she reminded herself that it was for the best. "And if I can't go to the Grill tonight, I'm sure I'll end up there some other night"

Landon smiled a little at that, knowing it was true. It wasn't like there were many restaurant options in Mystic Falls. It didn't mean she wanted to spend time with him. But at least it meant he'd get to see her once in a while.

"I'm sure you will. They do have really great milkshakes."

"I'll definitely keep that in mind" Hope said, smiling a bit. "I like milkshakes"

"Me too." Landon said, now feeling a bit better when he saw her smile. "What's your favorite?"

"Peanut Butter Blast. Whipped Cream on the Bottom" Hope said, looking at him, curious as to what his reaction would be. Nobody ever said whipped cream on the bottom

Landon smiled curiously. "Really?" He chuckled softly. "Sorry, I've never heard that one before but that's good. I'll never forget it now. Peanut butter blast with whipped cream on the bottom." He smiled.

"Really. And if I can get it there, you'll probably see me get it often"

"You can." Landon assured her. Now he had hope he would see her a lot. Even if it never amounted to anything, he just liked being around her. "So, besides art, what else are you interested in?"

Hope shrugged. It wasn't like she could answer magic and fighting. "I dont know. I read sometimes. And watch Cutthroat Kitchen"

Landon chuckled a little at the mention of Cutthroat Kitchen. "Really? You know somehow that doesn't actually surprise me. I don't make a habit of reading but, I do it once in a while if I'm interested in the topic. What about cooking? You like watching cooking shows, so can you cook?"

"Somewhat." Hope shrugged lightly. "Im no professional or anything. But I can do a bit"

"Yeah, same here." Landon said with a small smile. "I can cook basic things. My best meal is pancakes." He chuckled softly.

Hope chuckled. "Well pancakes are good" she said, giving him a small smile before it faded. She needed to push him away. But she didn't want to. Fortunately, she didn't have to.

The bell then rang to go to class. Hope stood up, grabbing her bag with ease and swiftly taking care of her tray, relieved to have an excuse to get up since for some ridiculous reason she couldn't do it herself. She had done this how many times already? She couldn't afford to get close to him. All it would do is get him killed too. Especially if one of her dad's old enemies came around.

She couldn't afford to get close to him. All it would do is get him killed too. Especially if one of her dad's old enemies came around. Making a wanted connection wasn't worth it if it meant he died because of her. Just like her parents and Uncle Elijah did. She couldn't stand being responsible for his death as well. It was better for everyone to be as far as they could from Hope Andrea Mikaelson.

Next Chapter:

https://www.tumblr.com/handonshipper/712695651223388160/drawn-to-love-chapter-two

[queenofthedramedies]

Fanfiction Delays: Part II

Hello, my lovely readers.

So, this week did not turn out how I had hoped it would and I am still behind.

Plans for next week: Updates of I Dare You!, The Hunter's Council, a new one-shot, Peanut Butter Dreams (a Handon fic), and All I Want for Christmas! which is turning out to be a short story (Handon, Ft. Posie, Lizzie Saltzman, and Klaroline will appear in the fic.)

Be safe and have a Happy New Year's! :)

-J

[rhaenizziettie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Legacies (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hope Mikaelson/Lizzie Saltzman, Milton “MG” Greasley/Landon Kirby Characters: Hope Mikaelson, Lizzie Saltzman, Milton “MG” Greasley, Landon Kirby Additional Tags: Handon and Mizzie are the existing pairings, but not for long, it’s a Hizzie story Summary:

Hope and Lizzie’s boyfriends keeping a secret leads to Lizzie revealing her own.

[thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain]

Hope [Handon Fanfiction]

SUMMARY: "He knows her.

It's a gut feeling, an illogical thought that passes through his brain the second their eyes interlock. She looks surprised, or even shocked, but also pained, as if she may recognize him too, but he's never been good at reading people.

It's those eyes, he can't help but think. Bright blue and striking, full of chaos and calm and love and pain and so many other juxtapositions that he can't even count them all. All he knows is that her features look sad and fragile and vulnerable and all his brain can say is that he knows her..." 

[Landon trying to remember Hope, then remembering her, and then finding his way back to her, all told through Ladon's POV, all canon compliant]

WORD COUNT: 4,364 words

Now available on AO3! Enjoy!

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He remembers her when he dreams.

On the edges of his mind; a vision so distant and blurry that he couldn't distinguish if it was a memory or a figment of his imagination. He wakes up feeling empty, like he's left a piece of himself back in his subconscious, trapped there and unable to escape when he opens his eyes. 

She came in snapshots. 

A laugh, echoing so far away in his that he could barely hear it, but that makes his heart race. 

Soft blue irises, too blurry to distinguish, but clear enough for him to see the pain in them. 

A voice calling his name, with so much passion and love in the syllables, in a way he has never heard before, in a way that was so familiar yet foreign that it drives him mad.

The gentle curve of lips, upturned in a smirk, amused by something he can never remember.

When he wakes up, he can feel the images haunting him, etched into his brain but impossible for him to figure out. While he sleeps, the images feel like home, but when he's awake, it feels like solving a puzzle with the wrong pieces. He can get the pieces to fit, but they never make the correct picture.

He feels like it's slowing driving him mad. 

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He remembers her when he dies.

When he stands on the pier, he can't help but wonder why. Why he does this so often, almost like a ritual he's created with himself.  Rafael would hate him if he knew, but he was thankful that this wasn't part of the paths he knew him to travel. In his wolf form, he stuck closer to the trees, hidden under the cover of leaves and night.

He tells himself he does it to silence his thoughts. To get a reprieve from pretending that he was the great savior who destroyed Malivore, from the frustration of not being able to fix Rafael yet, from the loneliness that settled into his gut, making him feel emptier than ever before. 

But if he's honest with himself, he knew he was doing it because of her. 

When he dies, she's clearer. As he jumps off the pier into the dark water, she came in visions.

He hears her voice. Not just his name, but sentences. The voice was just far enough away for him to not be able to make out the words, just far away enough that it's out of reach, that it drives him crazy.

He sees her smile. Not just a smirk, but a full, genuine smile. 

He sees her eyes light up, full of happiness and love and beauty. 

He sees a shaky hand brush hair behind her ear, 

But when he dies, he feels her, too.

He feels the heat of a soft hand cupping his face. He feels the coolness of rings around the fingers, pressing lightly into the skin of his cheeks. He feels her gentle touch grazing over his skin, making him ache for more. 

He feels the ghost of those soft lips pressing against his own. Carefully, cautiously, electrically.

As his consciousness starts to drift away from him, more comes. He smells her scent, soft and feminine and so painfully familiar that he swears he could recognize it if only he had a little more time.

As he sinks deeper, with the weight of the cinder block tied around his waist pulling him down and down, he feels the pressure of the rope replaced. Instead of the tight and unrelenting feeling of rope, he feels her arms wrapping around him, strongly but lovingly. Desperately, as if she's scared he's going to disappear if she dares to let go.

But it's not him that disappears. It's her. 

When he rises from the ashes, flames dancing on the surface of the water, he can't help but wish for a second that he could die again, if only to spend a little more time with the visions. 

But she stays trapped in his mind, stays submerged below the dark water, and he remains unable to figure out why these visions feel like the closest thing he's ever felt to belonging. 

Maybe he's going crazy from stress. Maybe she's nothing. Or maybe she's the key to everything.

He's not sure, but he's sure that he will die again, whether it was by way of werewolf, vampire, witch, monster or even his own hand. But he was okay with it, if only to get another glimpse of her.

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He remembers her the moment he sees her. 

He's alone with his thoughts, which is his least favorite type of lonely. He's had his headphones in, trying to use his music to drown out all the chaos in his mind about Josie and their date and the way she was acting and the fact that he felt even more alone now than ever. 

It was only when the embers started to fall that he looks up. 

He thought he was the only one out in the park at this hour. He hadn't seen anyone else around, and surely no other phoenix's were out rising from the ashes in the middle of Mystic Falls. But as he sat there, embers started to float around him, igniting the sky with tiny flames. It was odd, yes, but he was used to odd. Odd had quickly become his new normal since he stepped through the doors of the Salvatore school. 

He feels himself stand up and turn around, his body moving on its own accord, and it's then that he sees her.

She's staring back at him, not at all concerned by the flames falling down all around her. Her hair falls over her shoulders, messily framing her face. Her expression is unreadable, full of too many conflicting emotions for him to even try to decipher them

But he knows her.

It's a gut feeling, an illogical thought that passes through his brain the second their eyes interlock. She looks surprised, or even shocked, but also pained, as if she may recognize him too, but he's never been good at reading people.

It's those eyes, he can't help but think. Bright blue and striking, full of chaos and calm and love and pain and so many other juxtapositions that he can't even count them all. All he knows is that her features look sad and fragile and vulnerable and all his brain can say is that he knows her.

God, she looks so familiar that it hurts him. Maybe she just has one of those faces, or maybe she's what he's been looking for his entire life. He can't tell. All that he knows is that he can't find the strength to look away.

She's the first to break eye contact, walking away quickly with her head down, not looking back,, and the moment is over way too quickly. 

And Landon is left figuring out why it feels like a piece of him was just ripped out of his chest when she leaves.

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He remembers her, instinctively, when he sees her again later that night.

He's on a walk, the pale light of the streetlights illuminating his way in the dark. He's coming from the Mystic Grill when he spots her. 

Or, her hair rather, cascading over her shoulders in long ribbons. She's crouched over, her elbows on her knees as she leans down to reach her bag, laying on the grass next to her. She's facing away from him, not allowing him to see her face, but he knows it's her. He can feel it. He can feel her presence calling out to him.

She's unaware he's there, that much he can tell, but seeing her stops him dead in his tracks. He feet are rooted to the ground, unable to move until he finally decides to call out to her.

"Hey," he starts, unable to think of anything else, and mentally kicking himself for not thinking of anything better. He doesn't know why he cares so much.

She sits up straight, turning to face him, greeting him with the same expression as last time, a look full of so many different emotions bleeding into each other. Shock and surprise are prevalent in her wide eyes, and he's pretty sure he sees recognition there as well.

If only he could figure out why he knows her. Why she feels so important. Why that look makes his heart crack in his chest, ever so slightly.

"Hey," she replies weakly. The word hangs in the air between them.

"We saw each other earlier," he states. He can't help but feel like this is insane, that he feels so drawn to this girl that his feet are moving without his intent, bringing him closer and closer to her. And he can't help but fear that he's wrong, that she's not the girl he thinks she is, even though he can feel in his bones that she is. "Right?"

She nods slowly, her mouth still open ever so slightly in shock. After a second, she composes herself, nodding quickly and making a face.

"Yeah," she confirms as she tears her eyes away from his for a second. When her eyes meet his again, Landon can't help but feel that her expression is softer. More vulnerable. 

"Um," she starts, and he hears the shakiness in the syllable. "I was just out on a walk to clear my head."

"Rough night?"

She seems thrown by the question for a moment, but answers before he has a chance to backtrack. 

"Yeah actually," she replies.

"Uh..." She seems to wonder if she should elaborate, making a face before she shrugs and simply states, "Relationship trouble."

Landon nods once, looking down at his shoes as he mutters, almost to himself. "Must be contagious." 

He didn't mean to say the words out loud, but he looks up at her when he does, a smile naturally forming on his face, and it's weird how comfortable this conversation feels. He's never made friends easily, especially not with beautiful mystery women. He can't explain the ease he feels around her, the magnetism she seems to have.

"Why? You too?" She asks, and normally he wouldn't open up to a stranger, but he finds himself answering anyway.

"Yeah."

By this point, he's already approached the stone bench she's sitting at, his feet having carried him towards her of their own accord as he talks with her. He sits down next to her, and he feels an overwhelming urge to sit closer than he does. 

"I met this really amazing girl, but all of a sudden, everything's super complicated."

"Huh," is all she says to that. 

Sitting closer to her, he can feel his memory stirring. He knows her. He just can't figure out why. It's as if his subconscious is refusing to let his brain in on the mystery of who is she?

When he looks back at her, her gaze has dropped from his. She looks sad when she does that, he notes, and lost in her thoughts. The sight gives him deja vu so hard that his head spins. 

"You?" He asks, and once again, she seems caught off guard by the question.

"Oh, uh..." She begins, bringing her gaze to his and away again as she shakes her head once quickly, tearing herself out of her thoughts, if only for a moment. He can't help but notice how in her head she seems to be, carefully thinking through every word she says before she says it.

And he can't help but notice the pain in her eyes, pain that seems to amplify whenever her gaze locks on his for too long. 

She chuckles, but there's no humor in the sound. It sounds so familiar, he thinks.

"Old story, I guess." She rolls her eyes as she says it, as if she thinks the whole thing is stupid. "Fell for a guy who doesn't even know I exist."

She smiles as she says the last part, but Landon has been through enough trauma in his life to know a fake smile when he sees one, and the facade she wears can't hide the tremble in her voice, anyway.

"Huh," he says, and as he keeps watching her, the mask drops instantly. Her face scrunches up, and she makes a motion as if to say what can you do? But he can see her lost in her thoughts again, the voices in her head too loud to allow her to hide her emotions. 

"That's classic," he tells her, not knowing what else to say that won't add to her evident heartbreak. He can't help but briefly think that the guy she's talking about would be lucky to be loved by her, but the thought is gone as soon as it crosses his mind.

She smiles again as she nods once, and he thinks it may actually be real this time as she lets out a small "yeah." But her eyes fall to her hands, and the sadness returns. He feels an unexplainable instinct to hug her, to bring her close and try to comfort her, and if he could only keep her talking, maybe he could figure out why it feels like he's known her his entire life, and why he feels the urge to open up to her, as if she had cast a truth spell like one he would learn at the Salvatore School. 

He can't explain it. He wants to be able to explain it. He wants to know her. But he doesn't. The feelings of closeness and familiarity does nothing to change the fact that she's still a stranger, even if his gut is telling at him to rethink it. 

"She is really great," he says instead, giving into the urge to share about himself to her. She nods slowly, like she's processing the information, like she knows what he means. He finds himself lost in his thoughts this time as he speaks, remembering why he was out for a walk in the first place, to try to sort through the mess in his head about his situation with Josie. 

"I just feel like... i want it to be perfect. And I want to be the perfect boyfriend, and shes trying to be the perfect girlfriend." He shifts his focus back to her, and she makes a face as if to show him that she's listening, or to make it look like she is. He continues anyway. 

"And it was really effortless, but now it feels... Off. I don't know." 

The softness returns to her eyes, like his words are making her feel vulnerable. He doesn't know why.

"Sorry," he mumbles, not quite knowing what he's apologizing for. For throwing all of his problems onto her, or for saying something that could cause the emotions swirling around in her eyes. Or for not being able to figure out why those eyes look so familiar. 

He looks away, looking at the milkshake in his hands instead of at her and her sad eyes that seem to break his heart. He mentally kicks himself for telling her all those things. 

"No," she tells him, seeming to understand the awkwardness he's starting to feel about opening up in that way. Landon can't figure out how she seems to be able to read him so well.

"You know, um," she continues. "A very smart boy once taught me that sometimes, you have to be brave enough to be imperfect with people."

He nods slowly, taking in her words, and seeing the way that her eyes start to fill with tears as she speaks. She smiles though, and this time it's a genuine one, a real smile that lights up all her features for the briefest of seconds. Even her tear filled eyes seem to get brighter when she smiles. 

"Even if it's scary,"  she adds, and he can't help but feels like she's reading his mind.

"Yeah," he laughs out, shaking his head at himself. It was good advice for someone he barely knew, advice that she should probably try to take to heart. The thought still terrified him, though. He blew out air and rubbed at his eyes as he lets his mind wonder about how being imperfect with Josie Saltzman would feel. 

"Of course, you're gonna have to take your own advice, and tell that boy of yours that you exist."

The words come out on instinct, coming straight from his heart without giving his brain a second to process it. He usually wouldn't be giving a stranger advice, and especially not in such a forward way, but he usually wouldn't be opening up to one, either. And ashes didn't usually rain down from the sky, and he usually didn't have a girlfriend he wanted to impress, and he usually didn't even order this milkshake. The whole night was unusual. 

And he didn't usually feel such a sense of complete peace around anybody, let alone a stranger.

I know her, his brain screams at him.

When he looks back at her, he sees a tear slide down her face. It hurts him, he feels it in his chest, as if her tears were laced with acid. It hurts to see her like that. His follows it down her face. 

Her eyes widen a bit when she realizes, and she brings her hand up to wipe it away quickly, looking away from him as she does that, not letting him see any of her emotions. It's crazy how she can be so unreadable, yet so open at the same time. It makes his head spin.

"Oh," she says. She laughs again, but it's devoid of humor. When she turns, her hair is covering her face more than before. She shrugs her shoulder, hiding her face behind the curtain of hair and her jean jacket. "I don't know about that." She can't hide her sniffle, trying her best to keep any other tears contained. 

They fall into silence, and despite him wanting to stay there forever, Landon knows he has to make it back to the Salvatore School before curfew. He wasn't planning on getting on the new headmaster's bad side so soon. 

"I hope your night gets better," he tells her, and he truly means it. Whoever she is, she doesn't deserve the heartache she's feeling. 

She nods once, muttering out a "thanks" and giving him a quick smile. 

He can't help but feel like something's missing. He's suddenly aware of the milkshake in his hands. He still doesn't even know why he ordered it in the first place. It's not much, but it'll have to do.

"This'll help," he states, dropping the milkshake onto the bench between them. "Peanut butter blast, whipped cream on the bottom. It's probably all melted by now."

"Oh." She reaches out slowly, carefully grabbing the cup and tilting it so she can see it as he stands up. Even as he turns away from her, he feels the urge to keep talking.

And so he does.

"I don't even know why I ordered it," he says. "I didn't have any of it. I didn't want a milkshake. It just seemed..."

He doesn't know how to end that thought, still mildly confused. So he doesn't, shrugging softly at her instead. She gives a sad smile and shrugs back, seeming to understand something in the silence he doesn't even understand himself. 

He starts to walk away, but not before making sure to tell her "thanks for listening." She gives him a face back, one that he can't tell if it's positive or not. 

If it's negative, he doesn't want to know. So he walks away instead, and he can't explain why it feels like he's walking away from something important. 

Or someone important. 

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He remembers her as soon as she steps off the bus. 

She looks different in the daylight, without the streetlights illuminating her blue eyes. 

She looks younger, he thinks, with her hair in the braids instead of falling around her shoulders. And there's a feeling in his gut, seeing her in the black and red Timberwolf uniform; a feeling like she doesn't belong in it. 

Her eyes lock onto his instantly, and her gaze traps him in place. He can't do anything but stare back at her, his mind frantically searching through his every thought trying to make sense of her. Her stare has him paralyzed in a way he's never felt before, captivated so completely that there's nothing he can do but be completely at the mercy of her beautiful sad eyes. 

It's both thrilling and terrifying.

Josie snaps him out of it. Her voice cuts through his head easily, centering him and bringing him back down to reality. 

"Do you know that girl?"

He doesn't know how to answer. No, wants to leave his lips. The simple answer. The true answer. But every cell in his body responds with a yes, so loud that he almost feels like he's shaking.

"Not really," he says, a happy medium between his brain and his body. "Just, uh, we shared a milkshake once."

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He remembers her, again and again; the sight of her feeling new and entirely familiar every time.

He remembers her when he feels Josie's jealousy, and sees how her presence is bringing out the worst parts of her. 

When he finds out she's both a werewolf and a witch. He knows that's something he should be more freaked out about; it's not that he's not freaked out about it, but it feels way more normal than it should. 

When he realizes Rafael has feelings for her, and he feels the strongest, most unexplained sense of deja vu he's ever had in his life

He remembers her when he rises from Lizzie stabbing him, fresh off his death and with her face right in front of him. He can finally connect the mystery girl from his dreams and deaths as her, but still can't place how or why he was getting visions of her if he hadn't met her until just a couple weeks ago. He asks her, but all she tells him is for him to get back return to Josie.

And then it finally happens.

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He remembers her. Really, truly, with every fiber of his being. 

He remembers serving her milkshakes at the Mystic Grill. Dancing in the nighttime. Kissing her for the first time in the cell. He remembers singing to her in her room. He remembers making out with her in the motel. He remembers loving her, and the feeling that she gave him every time he was in her presence. A feeling that he's decided must be what home feels like. 

But most of all, he remembers her sacrificing herself. He remembers her killing him, knowing that he would never let her throw herself into the Malivore pit if he was alive to try to stop her. He remembers waking up alone, and feeling a indescribable feeling of loneliness ever since.

He can't help but be mad at her. It's an instinct, and a feeling so strong, he feels like it might consume him. Not only at the fact that she had sacrificed herself and left him alone, but at the fact that she had been back and hadn't come to find him. Come back to find anyone. He thought she was past the lone wolf mentality., but he should've known she was more stubborn than that,

He can't find it in himself to speak to her about it after initially confronting her. The whole situation is hard, messy and unbelievably complicated, not only with the fact that she had disappeared, but that he had started dating Josie while she was away. He knows in his mind that there was no malicious intent behind it; it can't be considered cheating if he didn't know Hope existed, but he can't escape the guilt that seems to be running through his veins. 

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He remembers his love for her. 

Once the anger dissipates and his brain is working normally again, that's the only conclusion he can come to. He's loved her since the moment he laid his eyes on her. Since the moment he spoke to her. And impossibly, he loved her when he didn't even know she existed. 

When she was just a vision, a flash of features in his mind. When she was just the faintest, distant memory in the deepest recesses of his mind.  When all that he had was the empty blackness of death, his love for her remained. He loved her even when he was dead, and with that realization, he knew that love was the only emotion he would be able to feel for her as long as he was alive, or dead. 

As long and he exists, so does his love for her. 

And so he comes back to the school when Lizzie asks him to, even if that means having to break Josie's heart, and he feels his heart break a little too, because this just doesn't feel fair to her, to him, to anyone. She doesn't deserve the heartbreak, he knows that, but he also knows that she doesn't deserve to be lied to, and any second he spent trying to pretend that his feelings for Hope were gone would've just been a second where he was lying to one of the best girls he had ever meant. 

He's terrified when he goes to meet Hope, because that's what happens when he confronts things. He may have phoenix resurrection powers that gave him a newfound confidence in battles, but it does nothing to help him work up his nerve for confronting his feelings. And worse, he just really doesn't wanna lose Hope. He can't lose her, not after he just got her back.

So when everything is resolved, and he sees that sunshine smile under the Christmas lights, and he kisses her lips under the mistletoe, Landon can't help but think that if he ever does actually die, the feeling of Heaven would surely pale in comparison to the feeling of kissing Hope Mikaelson. 

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I really can't believe there's not more Handon fanfic around, so I had to contribute to the cause. I've been watching Legacies since ep 1, but I really have fallen head over heels in love with Handon this season. I think they've entered my Holy Trinity of ships with Karamel and Malex now, and I'm not hating it at all.  Hello! This has been sitting in my drafts for so long, so I thought I'd finally finish it and have it be my first fic back. I’m so sorry I haven’t written in so long. There’s more info in the AO3 notes as to why if you care to know.  Anyway,  I love Handon so much, and I had so much fun writing this fic. 

[Feedback is welcome. Hate will be blocked. Thank you!]

[ofthebrightlights]

Pre·tend verb 1. speak and act so as to make it appear that something is the case when in fact it is not.

2. lay claim to (a quality or title). 𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋𑁋 Hope Mikaelson is forced to be a normal girl going to a high school that is full of humans as there was never a school for supernaturals. How does she handle meeting Lizzie, Josie, Landon, Rafael, Penelope, Alaric, and Caroline all the while trying to navigate the ups and downs of high school? Can she fake it until she makes it?

Not even sure if I will continue this story or not? Might just take requests for one-shots settled around this verse or idea? So wanting to get back into fanfiction writing but not sure. One shot handon prompts? Send me! Go for it!

Just pretend they say to her as they sit down for breakfast in some small little house that looks so normal, so human that it hurts. The four-bedroom place filled with no servants, no one compelled to cook dinner and her mother had spent an hour in the kitchen trying to cook breakfast while her father read the newspaper on his tablet. Hope had been getting ready, which wasn't exactly something that made her jump for joy or anything. Clothes from Target, shoes from Paris though, a nice ballet slipper style that her aunt Rebekah had given her before they were forced to go underground to protect Hope from enemies that wanted her dead. She hasn't had a magic lesson with Aunt Freya in nearly two weeks and she wants so badly to be there with her now.

Hope picks up her fork and forces a soft smile to comfort her nervous parents that think she won't make it. The pancakes taste pretty good but even at that Hope could only get down a few bites before she is pushing back her chair and getting up, fingers rising to close the lid on the syrup without magic being used making her parents look at one another but say nothing. This wasn't a family breakfast, this was hell and Hope didn't want any part of it. She took her plate to the sink, scraping off almost a full pancake into the trash before heading and grabbing her dark blue reusable water bottle that held Pepsi to mask the scent of fresh blood that was mixed in. Once a day she had to have something just to keep from passing out and her parents know this, which is why the basement has a huge fridge filled with as much blood from three hospitals that were miles away from this small town of Mystic Falls. It wasn't just her that needed the blood but her parents as well. Three different hospitals, hours away from one another with Marcel being the one having to deliver them in the middle of the night, not able to stay longer than six minutes.

Hope puts her bottle on the counter and goes and grabs her car keys and sets that on the counter as well. Running upstairs in a flash, using her supernatural abilities for the last time until she is safely shut up in her room. Her bookbag laying across her desk is quickly ripped up into her arms, throwing the strap over her shoulder so that it hangs off to one side. Pencils go flying and Hope just ignores it, instead, she heads back downstairs at a painfully human pace to meet her mother smiling at the door, it was fake and they both know it. they have to stay strong for one another and keep up with the lies.

"Can I have your wrist?" Klaus asks softly, it wasn't really a request and Hope knows it as she reaches up and offers her hand, feeling the cold silver chain being placed on her wrist, a small little click and her father lets her arm go. "Do not take it off."

Hope nods, leaning forward and getting onto her tiptoes and pressing a kiss to her father's cheek. "Don't worry dad. I've got this." She isn't exactly brushing her worries about this whole thing away but trying to soothe her parents' worries. Hope turns to look at her mother, who gives her a kiss to the forehead and a big hug before even allowing Hope to slip passed both of them to go get her water bottle and car keys. She is seventeen and so close to eighteen that it was scary. She was ready to have the freedom of being able to sign her own name onto things and be able to not have to check in with her parents every few hours but at the same time she wants to crawl into her mother's bed and just snuggle like they used to do before Hope had grown a pride that made it nearly impossible to swallow and go to her mother's bedroom in the middle of the night when she has a nightmare. Keys in one hand and her water bottle in the other she goes out the backdoor but not before shouting, "Bye!" to her parents.

The drive to the Mystic Falls High was a tad longer than she wanted, just over the town line, meaning she doesn't write Mystic Falls on her letters that would be sent out to someone, not that she has anyone to write too. Hope listens to music, belting out song lyrics at the top of her lungs not caring if she sounds horrible, which she doesn't but always thinks she does. Don't play by Halsey is the song that plays as she pulls into the parking lot, putting her car into park after she finds a parking spot and takes a few deep breathes as she cuts the engine  "You got this Hope Hollows." The Hollows, such an odd last name to use when faking who you are but it was different but not enough to draw attention to herself.  

Opening the driver's side door without paying attention is going to get herself in trouble someday is what her mama always told her and that day was today as she hears an "OW!" being groaned out by a voice that sounds male. Hope slips out of the car and shuts the door to reveal an olive-skinned boy with hair that looks like it could be used for a mop clutching his shoulder. "I am so sorry," Hope says almost automatically when she notices that he is hurt.

"It's alright," Landon said as he allows his hand to drop. "A hit from a pretty girl is totally worth it." He flashes Hope a big toothy smile that makes Hope's stomach flip flop.  "You are the new girl right?" he had heard about a new kid coming to school in the middle of January just a week ago and had been asked to show her around. "I'm your tour guide," he tells her with a gave of his hand, on the left side which hadn't been hit by the car.

Hope throws her bag onto her shoulder before pressing the lock button on her car. "So, what's your name smooth talker?" she asks as she steps around him and starts walking, leaving him to follow her.

"Landon.," Landon tells her. "And you are Hanna right?" He is joking, the name of the student that was new was named Hope. In a town so small that you know everyone it is pretty easy to tell who the new kid is.

"Hope," Hope corrects as they get to the front doors of the school. She stops and allows herself a few seconds to relax, hoping no one knocks into her.

"Right," Landon nods, he opens the door for her and allows her to slip inside with a whispered thank you. Hope seemed like one of those mean girls that will leave Landon's head in a toilet or something and the only way he talks with them is when they need something. "Hope." He liked the sound of that. Hope is a name that means that you are hopeful for the future or something. "So we need to get your schedule," he tells her, "At the office...follow me."

hope doesn't comment on the fact that she does need her schedule and she guesses a locker, a combination, and things like that. She has watched enough coming of age movies to know that is how it goes at school. Hope had been homeschooled all her life prior to this so everything was so new.

At the office, Hope gets her schedule and her locker lock, combo, and told good luck. A quick look at it and she is impressed. Advanced History, Mathematics, and English but regular 11th-grade science. She is sure that her father had made her school scores and things look impressive when he went and got them fake ids and general paperwork like school records.

At her locker, Landon is the one that puts her bookbag inside before going to his own locker that happens to only be five lockers down. Coat inside, notebook pulled out and a pencil pouch.  Hope smiles when she shuts the door to her locker and finds Landon waiting for her. "You know, I could play lost puppy and cry and beg for help if you want." It was a joke and he seems to not get that.

"I wouldn't do that, people here will eat you alive," Landon tells her as he turns around and heads down the hall. "So your first class is?"

Hope looks down at her white sheet of paper, " Advanced Lit." It was in that class that Hope found out she does not enjoy at all being the new kid. Everyone was working on a project together and was partnered up with their best friends and since Hope didn't know anyone, her teacher put her in a group with two girls that happened to be twins.  Lizzie and Josie Saltzman, who was so busy fighting over who was going to do the typing in the project that it was hard to keep up with. Hope found herself lost in doodling in her clean notebook, adding in comments every so often about what she thinks would be the best and more compelling. Her time being homeschooled had not been easy, in fact, her family did not take it easy on her no matter how many times she used to beg.

"I think the new girl is right," The blonde tells her twin. 'If we write this story about something generic as being the new kid, we won't be drawing in any attention but if we write a story about a girl that is feeling alone and hearing voices that end up being her subconscious we might get someone that feels the same way. Someone that feels like their life is out of control."

The way the blonde seemed to slink back even just slightly at the glare that her twin shot her was noticed by Hope but she said nothing, she knows who the leader is of this group and it wasn't the blonde.

"Better than the short story I once wrote in class about a flea on the back of a dog that went to the pet store," Hope tells them with a smile, trying to keep the two of them apart.  Hope finds out that she isn't funny to the twins but does somehow end up being the one that will be typing it all up.

her day goes by slowly, it seems to drag on and on leaving her mentally exhausted even when the last bell rings and students are rushing around trying to get the hell out of dodge. hope finds Lizzie following her and she turns, raising a brow at the blonde. "Why are you following me?" Thank gosh it is Friday. It was weird that Hope started on a Friday but it just worked out that way.

"Josie wanted me to get your number," Lizzie answers the question, seeming to be okay with Hope staring her down, trying to find out if it seemed true. "She wants to text you the deets about some party that is going on tonight."

"Are you going?" Hope asks, somehow this felt like a set up to her given the fact that no one really wants to get to know the new girl unless they are planning on getting her wasted and to spill all her secrets.

"No, I am on homework duty," Lizzie tells her with a look in her eyes that says that she would much rather be at a party than doing homework.

"I'll go if you go," Hope tells her. She finds Lizzie's softer side seems a hell of a lot better than Josie's harsh princess side, which clashes with Hope's.

"I don't have anything to wear," Lizzie looked panicked and Hope took as a sign to reach out and place a hand on her upper arm.

"I have a few things that you could borrow," Hope offers. "If you want to I don't know, come over and hang out?" This isn't normally how first days go, she is sure of it. "If it is okay with your parents that is."

"It's just my dad...he works here at the school," Lizzie sighs as she pulls out her phone from her pocket and texts her dad that she is going to be hanging out with a friend, not that she needs to send him anything given by the time he gets home at four he will most likely grab himself a beer and work right back up to drunk status in a matter of hours.

Hope grabs her backpack and meets Lizzie at the front doors, where they head out to her car. Hopefully, Hope's parents don't freak out at someone coming over but then again she is still going to have to sneak out to go to this party and pray her parents don't ground her for life.

Lizzie talks the whole ride to Hope's house and attempts to catch her up on all things Mystic Falls related but there is so much history there that she can't tell it all in the forty-minute ride. Hope pulls into her drive and could already hear her parents talking about things that seemed so normal. Hayley yelling at Klaus for putting his feet up on the coffee table seemed to be their topic of the moment. Hope slips from her car and motions for Lizzie to do the same.

"So this is your house?" Lizzie asks. "How big is it?" It looked a hell of a lot bigger than her house that was a two-bedroom with a furnished basement. Josie and Lizzie had the bedrooms while Alaric had the basement all to himself

"Only a four-bedroom," Hope tells her with a shrug. This was nothing. You should see the compound is what Hope really wants to say but doesn't. Opening the already unlocked door, "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" she calls even though she doesn't need to yell it. She still didn't know how she was going to sneak out tonight with her mother and father just down the hall and can hear everything and so can she. She sees her mother appeared from the living room with a smile on her face as if she hadn't just yelled at Klaus.

Lizzie looks around with wide eyes. The energy around the home was buzzing in a way that made Lizzie just want to touch everything.

"You brought a friend," Hayley said waving. "Hello, I'm Hayley and my lump of a husband is Klaus." This time motioning to Klaus

Lizzie waves back, giving a little chuckle at her words. "I'm Lizzie."

"Is it okay if she stays the night?" Hope asks hopefully as she hangs her bag on a hook and slips off her winter coat and takes Lizzie's as well and does the same.

"Of course! Just remember that your things need to be picked up," Klaus's voice travels from his spot on the couch.  Her things were picked up so she nods to Lizzie.

"My room is the first door on the left," Hope tells her before they head upstairs and go to her room. Lizzie makes herself comfortable on Hope's bed as if she had been there a hundred times.

"So, tell me about yourself," Lizzie said. Hope's mouth should have gone dry as almost all of it was going to be a lie that she told Lizzie.

"Well, I'm from a little town in Louisiana. I  grew up with two amazing parents that dropped everything to raise me. My mama was in the foster system so even though she had me young she didn't want me to have the same experience," Hope sighs.

"So is Hayley like your sister?" Lizzie asks. Hayley looked way too young to be Hope's mother so that made her wonder what had happened to her mother.

"Yeah," Hope nods. Just keep up the lie, not knowing she didn't have to lie to her newfound friend. "Our mom died in a..." she allows her voice to drop and tears to fall also on cue. "Just a month ago..." oh the lies will suffocate her and she knows it.

Lizzie wanted to reach out and take Hope's hand but Hope was across the world now trying to figure out an outfit for each of them and she guesses that is her way of coping with things. "How?" she doesn't really mean to ask, it just comes out.

"House fire." Hope turns around with a shirt in her hands, one hand wiping her eyes. "Can we drop the subject?" it was meant to be so fresh and it seemed that her friend didn't mind dropping the subject.

"Ya," Lizzie answers as she rolls onto her back and stares up at the ceiling.  "My mom left us, she is traveling the world." It hurt so badly that Lizzie had dove into her studies while Josie threw herself into cheerleading. Both of them coped differently about it. Now around Mystic falls, Caroline couldn't exactly step foot given that she hasn't aged a day since she was seventeen but she used to stay home all day cooking and cleaning and helping the girls with their homework, being a stay at home mother until one day she was walking out the door

Hope couldn't imagine her mother walking out the front door and never coming back. She is a daddy's girl for sure but that doesn't mean anything because once upon a time she had been attached to her mother's hip. The image of her mother walking out the door flash before her eyes and there is a tingle on her wrist, the bracelet struggling to keep her magic at bay. "Can you excuse me for a second? I have to use the bathroom." only when Lizzie nodded did Hope rush out of the room and shut the bathroom door behind her when she had a moment. Air in her lungs felt like there was this weight just on her lungs. she turns on the facet and splashes cold water on her face.

Meanwhile, Lizzie was looking around at Hope's room. It looked like a room that you could just up and leave in a moment, nothing really personal around not even a family picture along with the rest of the house. Her hand goes up to the wall, feeling the smooth coldness, her hand turns red when she ends up siphoning magic from said walls meaning that someone in this house was a witch. The house had some sort of spell on it, that much Lizzie could tell, these people are becoming weirder by the second. When Hope steps outside of her personal bathroom, Lizzie lets her hand drop from the wall.

"So do you want pizza tonight?" Hope asks.  "We can have whatever topping you want. Hayley and Klaus will eat anything and I am not exactly picky when it comes to what kind of pizza we eat."

"Pineapple?" Lizzie asks. "With ham?" She does believe that is called a Hawaiian pizza.

"Sure," Hope nods her head walking over to her desk, pulling out her phone and texting her mother what kind of pizza they wanted, knowing that she would get it because she is the baby girl that is spoiled rotten.

[ 📲 Hope to Mom  • sms ] —— Pineapple and ham pizza for dinner? [ 📲 Mom to Hope • sms ] ——  Sure! Anything else?

[ 📲 Hope to Mom • sms ] ——  No thank you! I love you!

Hope asks Lizzie to do her hair, just a way to talk about anything that comes to mind. Lizzie had control of the Apple music player that played girls just wanna have fun almost on a loop, which Hope found annoying but she never let it show.  Lizzie warns her about Dana and Conner, who were hooking up behind Josie's back but Josie doesn't seem to want to believe Lizzie. Hope just listens, unable to think of a way to help Lizzie make her sister believe her aside from showing her what Lizzie saw through magic but that would be revealing herself. Forty minutes and the pizza is there and her mother is at the bottom of the steps yelling up at them that dinner was there.

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Promise (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/D8aq7V5M9X

AU (Some of the same monsters, different story.) post Episode 6. When Josie goes missing at the hands of her Bio Mother, Penelope and Hope use a locator spell to find her. But just because Penelope saved her life, doesn’t mean Josie is willing to really let her back into her life. Penelope thinks what Josie needs is tough love, but Hope understand…