#my boy did not deserve Esther as a mother

[foe-of-fate]

Monty 👏 Deserved 👏 Better 👏

[andreal831]

TVDU and forced parenthood

I don't know if it is because Julie Plec didn't understand parenthood or just didn't care, but almost every character has a messed up relationship with the idea of parenthood.

Starting with Rebekah, whose entire identity becomes about being a mother. When she is first introduced, she behaves like an immature teenager with almost no maternal instincts or desires. But it quickly shifts in TO to focus on her desire to have a child. I am completely fine with a woman wanting to have children, but she never gave a real reason to want it. Just this general idea that she had always desired it. I get she likely would have been thinking about it when she was human since, during their human period, women tended to have children in their teen years and it was what all women did. But throughout her 1,000 years, we never see her seek that relationship with anyone. She briefly develops a protective relationship with April and then Davina, but they are easily pushed aside. She even abandons her relationship with Hope multiple times. It never seemed to me that she wanted to be a parent, rather wanted a baby.

This is even more obvious by the fact that Klaus 'adopts' Marcel. Rebekah could have adopted a child, or taken in someone throughout her long life. Now, it could have been that she feared Klaus would be angry and jealous, but this story is never shown. In fact, Klaus seems fine with Rebekah training Marcel, even after he was jealous of Elijah teaching him.

Speaking of Marcel, this whole storyline was problematic. The Mikaelsons take in this boy and then make him feel indebted to them. I've seen people argue that they didn't adopt Marcel, but rather took him in as a ward. Either way you look at it, Marcel was a child and deserved to be treated like one and not some trophy (a lot of white saviorism happening). I do think Elijah wanted to raise Marcel as a son but Klaus wouldn't let him. So instead, Klaus raises him as a friend which created a complicated relationship. I also hate how you can clearly see the difference in how Hope is protected versus how Marcel was raised. Whether it's sexist or racist or just based on him not being their biological family, it's problematic.

And then there is Hope. Hayley will always be my favorite parent in TVDU. Even when she was young and overwhelmed, you could tell her thoughts and actions were all about protecting Hope. Yes, some things she did weren't the smartest plan, but she was also a scared 20-something-year-old trying to survive against enemies that were 1000x her age. She risked her life repeatedly for her daughter and would sacrifice anything for Hope to be safe and happy. She was the one character I felt truly understood what it meant to be a parent.

I always get in trouble when I criticize Klaus as a parent, but he was a narcissistic parent for 90% of the show and that honestly needs its own post.

It's not surprising the Mikaelsons don't know how to be parents. Mikael wanted to train them to be warriors and Esther had a similar feel to Rebekah, that she wanted babies but didn't know how to be a mother. I know Esther and Mikael likely had their own childhood traumas, but that's another conversation.

I liked that Kol and Davina never discussed children. Davina was young and Kol never expressed desires to be a father. Not everyone needs to want to have children. To me, Elijah was the only Mikaelson sibling who expressed a deeper interest in being a parent. Yet, he still didn't understand the full extent. He essentially acted like a parent to his siblings but ended up just having messed up relationships with each of them. He wanted to step in with Marcel and even Hope. I like to think he learned his lesson from Marcel and fought harder for Hope, but again, the whole family just fought harder for Hope.

I also think Freya having a child makes sense, but Vincent being the father had me baffled. He hated Elijah for what he did to Davina until Elijah died, but forgave Freya for her role? Not only forgave her but decided to help continue the Mikaelson line. I just find it hard to believe that he would have agreed to help. But Julie wanted to expand the Mikaelsons and then do nothing with it I guess.

Even in TVD, this idea that everyone wants to be a parent is pushed. Again, yes some people do, but not everyone needs to want children.

I understood Jo, Alaric, and even Stefan's desire to have children. This need to protect and care for others was built into them. We see Alaric (before his character sucked) basically adopt Elena and Jeremy. Jo was always protective of her siblings and loved caring for others so much she became a doctor. Stefan just always had this paternal need to take care of others in my opinion. I even see this with Elena and Bonnie. (Also the fact that Bonnie's future is never mentioned -- we hear about everyone else but what was Bonnie up to in Legacies??)

But Caroline and Damon having children made no sense to me. Caroline had dreams of a career and seemed adventurous, but then was forced into pregnancy at what 23 years old while she was still in school? Yes, we see she gets to become a journalist, but in Legacies we don't hear anything about her life or career. She isn't even there as a mother. Caroline's character basically disappears.

Damon never expressed a desire for children that I can remember. He enjoyed his vampire life and I can't see him giving it up to be a mortal, stay-at-home dad.

There are a lot of problems with the show, Friends, but one thing I've always loved is how they show the different pathways to parenthood. Pheobe is a surrogate for her brother, Monica adopts, and Rachel is a single mother. There isn't one way to be a parent, as long as you always put the children's safety and happiness first.

TVDU could have learned a thing about it. For a show that loved to randomly have a found family trope, it was also ready to throw it out the window the second biological family showed up. That's not how found families work, they are family through and through.

Also, and I cannot say this enough, not everyone needs to want to have children. Even women.

[imaginefan]

Slave To Emotions *Part 3*

Klaus Mikaelson!Father X Son!Reader

Word Count: 1061

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Hey can you do a part 3 to Slave to Emotions where Hayley and Elijah get Katherine to work with them to get Y/N back and Hayley ends up getting a vision from the twin let's say her name was Viktoria ands she has a message for Klaus " Love Sirius he is good brother he will protect hope you just got to let him in and tell him the truth you have always loved him you just didn't know you could be a dad. " grandma Esther is bringing me back to life so I will be able to help protect Hope hug my mom and Auntie Beks for me please and thank you Hayley."

*Part 2*

Sirius then has a conversation with Kol about stuff and Sirius pulls out a bracelet that Viktoria gave him it has a protection spell on that they created that Bonnie could never break.

Mikael pulls Sirius aside and then reveals a secret that he helped Katherine deliver Sirius and Viktoria and help her escape and he also told Niklaus about the existence

Klaus gets the message and then storms off to his painting room and looks at his paintings of babies and screams

Katherine wasn’t expecting visitors in fact since her daughter had died she hadn’t seen anyone, she still got messages from you to let her know that you were okay but nothing past that. That was why when she looked at Elijah and Hayley standing outside of her house she was more than a little confused. “What are you doing here? Better yet, how did you find me?” She asked. “There was a witch willing to help us.” Elijah answered “can we come in?” “Depends what you're here for.” Katherine answered, Hayley was the next to speak sharing the same mothering instinct that she did she knew what Katherine was feeling and thinking. “We just want to help your son, you're probably the only person that he’ll listen to.” Hayley explained and Katherine narrowed her eyes at her before opening the door a little wider and allowing them in. “What happened to (Y/N)?” She asked, closing the door. “He announced his presence to Klaus, you know what he is like and your son seems to be just like him.” Elijah explained “if we don’t deescalate the situation we both know that your son will pay with his life.” “So what do you need me for?” She asked. “Like I said, you are likely the only person that he will listen to.” Hayley explained. “Why do you want to help him?” Katherine asked. “He’s my nephew, Klaus may not take responsibility for his family but I will not let them suffer.” Elijah explained. “And you?” Kathrine asked, turning to Hayley. “My daughter deserves to know her brother as he was not the way that Klaus has made him.” Hayley answered. “Your daughter?” Katherine asked. “He has another sister? Does he know?” “He knows.” Hayley answered “he warned us that she was in danger, that’s why we think that we might be able to save him before he dies, something that he’ll regret.” “Fine I’ll help you but only to help him.” Katherine agreed.

Later that evening Hayley was laying down to go to sleep, she fell asleep quite easily but the voice that she heard in her head she didn’t recognise “Hayley.” It called. “Hello?” She asked as she opened her eyes sitting up, she wasn’t in the guest bedroom that Katherine had given her, instead she was standing in what looked like someone’s old childhood room one side looking like it belonged to girl while the other looked like it belonged to a boy, before she could move from where she was two children run in, the little boy keeping the little girl close behind him. “He’s always been good at protecting those he loved, that’s why he’s so angry that I was killed.” Hayley turned away from the children and towards the voice, there was a girl that looked like a grown up version of the one that had run past her, she realized that must have been you and your little sister. “(Y/S/N)?” Hayley asked. “I need you to pass a message to my father.” She pleaded. “I will try.” Hayley promised. “Love (Y/N) he is a good brother he will protect Hope the same way that he protected me. You just need to let him in and tell him the truth. I know you have always loved him, you just didn't know you could be a dad.” (Y/S/N) explained. “Grandma Esther is bringing me back to help protect Hope but until I’m able to make it back to you all please give my mum and aunty Bekah a hug please.” “Of course.” Hayley answered as she smiled “don’t worry I’ll help you brother and we’ll get the family back together and you can both meet your sister properly.” “Thank you.” (Y/S/N) smiled as Hayley felt herself waking up.

You had been there when Kol was brought back and he noticed that you were different then the last time that he had seen you and he wasn’t surprised after having seen your sister in the afterlife and finding out that your father had another child that clearly loved more than he loved you. “What are you doing out here?” Kol asked. “Trying to figure out what the best approach is.” You explained and he frowned. “What are you talking about?” Kol asked. “Well this will keep me safe but the rest of you are still at her mercy.” You explained as you pulled out a bracelet. “(Y/S/N) made this,it has a protection spell on it that no one has been able to break, not even that meddling witch Bonnie.” “(Y/N)!” Mikael called you over to him and you frowned before standing up and dusting yourself off. “Be careful with him.” Kol warned and you nodded before walking over. “There is something that I need to tell you before we fight your father, he will use it to try and weaken our forces.” Mikeal explained. “I was the one that delivered you and told Klaus of your existence.” “Is that supposed to change something?” You asked. “You are stronger than he ever was and once he’s dead the world will be better off.” Mikael said as he walked away from you.

It took the better half of the day to travel back to New Orleans, Katherine had decided to stay at a hotel instead of with the rest of the family so Hayley had passed on the message that (Y/S/N) had given her along with the hug but now as they stood outside the compound, she started to get nervous. “You’ll be okay, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Elijah promised. They both walked back into the compound where Klaus was waiting for them. “How did your plan go?” He asked. “Well did your plan go the way that you hoped?” He asked, Hayley nodded. “She came to help, she’s staying at a hotel,” Hayley answered. “There is a message.” Hayley relayed the message but didn’t get an answer from Klaus instead he turned and stormed out of the room closing himself away in his studio everyone could hear his scream as he looked at one of his older paintings of two babies ones that had always thought of as you and your sister, one that reminded him of the failure that he continued to be.

*Part 4*

Requests and general question!

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August Books

1. Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer

. . . 3/10. One of those points is purely for the insight on Rosalie and Jasper's backstories and the other two points is Alice Cullen. I detest the Twilight series so very much and the only thing keeping me going is Alice. I hate how Jacob was turned into. . . Whoever he is now. He's not the same Jacob from the first/second books. I didn't really like him then either, but did he have to be turned into such a creep? Bella was insufferable as always, as was Edward. Stan Alice, I love her and also we're the same height (4'10) and we love that.

2. The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner by Stephenie Meyer

2/10. Again, it's apart of Twilight. Also, why does my mother have everything Twilight related? Anyways, I felt this was unneeded and I wish we were given a book like this from Riley's point of view. I feel as if it would've been more interesting than a character who only said her name and then a few sentences (maybe a paragraph or two?) about how she didn't know stuff and then was killed. I think seeing Victoria's manipulation being done to Riley would've been much more interesting to read. However, this is not me saying "Oh please Mrs. Meyer, write more!" She very much so does not need to do that.

Note for books 3., 4., and 5.; I read them at the same time. It was a strange week of reading.

3. Chainsaw Man Buddy Stories by Tatsuki Fujimoto and Sakaku Hishikawa

7.5/10. Love me some chainsaw man. I miss Angel and Kobeni though, so I couldn't give it an 8. Other than that, it was well written and I tend to take issue with short stories branching off from mangas because a lot of the ones I read in the past seem to get the characters wrong in the. . . word-ification of them, but I have no such complaint here on that. Power was still Power-ing and Aki was the same exhausted single mother Hayakawa that he's always been.

4. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

9.7/10. I loved it from start to finish. Some bits were even relatable (don't worry, none of the. . . bad(? questionable?) bits). I liked experiencing the slow mental decline and then the very end were Esther seems to be doing better. It was a bit saddening to find out that Plath died not even a month after this book was published, but I do hope that whatever afterlife there may or may not be, that Sylvia Plath is proud of what she's done and how far this novel has come.

5. Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer

2/10. 2 points are for Jasper and Alice. I hated every minute of this. I honestly wish I had something nice to say other than "It had Alice Cullen and Jasper Hale" but alas, I can not. Okay the wedding seemed cute but other than that it was like your typical white teenage boy. No redeeming qualities. Carlisle and Esme were great as always, but I have mommy/daddy issues so sorry<3

6. Chainsaw Man Volumes 10 and 11

9/10, still upset about Angel's death (even though I read it months ago), bur at least Kobeni is alive and well (. . . As well as she can be). Also, Makima was great. Do I think she was a good person? No. Do I love her as a villain? Absolutely. However, I'll never forgive her (or Fujimoto) for Angel. Rip.

7. The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman

7/10. Rather slow paced, but a good solid plot. Unfortunately, I did clock Bogdin (or whatever his name was) as Tony's murderer. . . pretty much as soon as the murder happened, so reading the truth at the end didn't do much. Also, I assumed that Penny would've have something to do with one of the murders, considering you don't normally have a character like her and her husband, John, without them having some secret in their pasts. Overall pretty good though.

8. Death Note Volumes 11-12

8.5/10. Glad Light finally got what was coming to him. I hated that man. Misa deserved so much better (coughMEcough). Rip Matt and Mello though. Also, I don't care what other people think, I like Near more than L. Do I think Near was smarter than L? I'm not sure, however I do believe he used his resources much better than L did. Also to anyone who may be like "Oh, well, Mello was smarter than Near-" shush. I loved both of them, but I'm autistic so Near takes forst place for me. If Near has one fan, it is me. If he has no fans, I am dead.

9. Death Note Volume 13: How to Read

5/10. These sorts of books don't tend to interest me, however some content was good so it felt wrong to rate it anything under 5. That being said, I also couldn't rate it anything above 5 because. . . I don't know.

10. Death Note Short Stories

6/10. Near<3 I was happy. Overall entertaining, but ultimately nothing special in my opinion.

11. Death Note: Another Note The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases

7/10. The Death Note fan in me is tired of Death Note. I still enjoyed it, it was well written, the "L's a dom" part killed me. I think if I read it a few months ago it would've been rated higher, but alas.

12. Scott Pilgrim Comics (1-6)

6.5/10. Kim Pine, my love<3 snd wallace<3 really I have no commentary. It was Scott Pilgrim, that says it all. Love the art style though.

13. Blue Period Volumes 1-5

9/10. I started watching the anime while in school and it inspired me in a way I haven't been in a long time. Watching just one episode gave me the motivation to actually try with art again, and I think I'll always be grateful for it. I bought the first 5 manga and after reading them I've fallen in love again. Unfortunately, at the time of writing this, I'm about to go off to college as an English major, but who knows, maybe English will be miserable to me and I'll switch to art. Either way, this manga has helped me a lot. I also see a lot of myself in many of the characters, Yotasuke in particular. It could be that I'm autistic, however I relate to his whole "art is all I have" thing. Although I'm what many would label a "jack of all trades," I only have one thing that I'm really passionate about and that I consider "mine." It was nice seeing someone else like that and it not being shown in a (purely) negative way. Plus, if he can make friends then that means I have a chance at it too, which makes me feel better about moving away for college.

14. Bungou Stray Dogs Volumes 8-13

6/10. Didn't hate them, but my original love for them is steadily declining. I'm also just trying to get through all of my manga at this point. . . I crave a novel so bad but still have to get through Ouran High School Host Club. Huuh.

Update: I never got to OHSHC since I went off to college and didn't want to bring manga with. Ouran will be "books I read whenever I visit on weekend" books.

15. I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

9/10. Do I need to even explain myself? Minus one point because at some points it was lowkey triggering for my. . . 3D, we'll say (don't worry, I'm okay and nothing happened), but it was so well written and just raw. Jennette is a talented writer in my opinion and I'm so sorry for everything she's gone through. She's much stronger than I am.

16. Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

7/10. Love me some Dostoyevsky. Anyways, I didn't hate it but I didn't exactly love it. Rating it under a 7 though makes me feel disloyal to my boy. Also, I finished this is in like 5 days. College is pretty easy right now (I say as literally an hour ago (around 5pm on August 31st) I was freaking out because I didn't know how to use the Canvas app).

[fanficwritersworld]

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

Summary: It’s Father’s Day and (Y/N) visits her father’s grave.

Pairing: Jordan Kent x Witch!Reader, Lane-Kent Family x Witch!Reader

Requested: No.

Word Count: 1.1k words

Warnings: Mentions of Death and tears.

Sadness and a sprinkle of Fluff

Masterlist|Prompt List|Jordan Kent x Witch!Reader PLaylist

You put all your faith in my dreams

You gave me the world that I wanted

What did I do to deserve you?

You smiled as Jordan and Jonathan gave Clark his Father’s Day presents. It was the simple things that made the hero smile.

Jordan gave him a best dad mug and card. Jonathan being Jonathan gave Clark ‘My Dad is the best Superhero’ shirt, causing the hero to go pink.

You and Lois laughed at Clark’s reaction. Seeing Jordan laugh made you feel butterflies, your laughter dying down and a soft smile on your lips.

Even though the moment was joyful and filled with laughter, your mind reminded you of your own father. Joseph (L/N), ex-witch hunter turned father to a witch.

Your mood decreased drastically, the memories of your father flooding your mind.

“(Y/N), we better get going” Lois took you out of your thoughts. You nodded at the reporter before bidding the boys a farewell. You kissed Jordan’s cheek, hugging Jon and Clark before you and Lois left them to their day.

I follow your steps with my feet

I walk on the road that you started

I need you to know that I heard you, every word

“Thanks Lois. I’ll see you later” You thanked her, stepping out of her car. “You gonna be okay kid?” Lois asked you. You only nodded before walking into the cemetery.

You looked for your family tomb, seeing many others paying their respects to the dead. You held your blue tulips tightly as you reached the tomb.

(L/N) was carved in cursive atop the stone, flowers and your family crest as well. You could feel your ancestors' spirits weigh down on your shoulders. The dead hunter's feelings surrounding the corners of your mind.

You used your enchanted key to open up the tomb, a cold breeze washed over you. You walked over to where your father’s body laid.

“Hi Daddy. I guess there’s a lot I have to tell you huh?”

I've waited way too long to say

Everything you mean to me

“You remember Jordan? Martha’s grandson. Well he’s my boyfriend now”

Really, that’s sweet

“ I also got banished from the coven, mother didn't seem fazed by it. Honestly I think she wanted it to happen”

That's Esther for you, cold hearted

“Jordan’s parents found me and took me in”

That’s great sweetie

“Lois is really nice. She tries to understand my powers and help me control them. She’s different to Esther, there’s this warmth about her its very… motherly”

I’m happy for you baby girl

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you now

I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth

I'm everything that I am because of you

“Clark knows that I know about the whole identity thing. Ever since, he’s been super supportive in my studies. He had a friend who is involved in the arts to teach me more advanced magic which is fun”

I’m glad you're adding to your knowledge of magic and strengthening your abilities

“Jon, Jordan’s twin brother, is the house clown. Always cracking jokes and being a goofball. He’s a great Quarterback for the Crows and a good brother and friend”

I see you have a great friend by your side

I, I've carried this song in my mind

Listen, it's echoing in me

But I haven't helped you to hear it

We, we've only got so much time

I'm pretty sure it would kill me

If you didn't know the pieces of me are pieces of you

“Jordan. He’s so sweet and kind. He is the reason I’m even still alive. Without him in my life, I don’t know where I’d be without him. He always wants to help me grow into a better person. He knows how to make me laugh and shows me that no matter what, everything will workout”

I am so glad you have someone like that in your life, you deserve that

I've waited way too long to say

Everything you mean to me

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you now

I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth

I'm everything that I am because of you

“I haven’t seen Thomas yet. It’s weird, not being in constant control by the coven. Not being told to do this or hex her. I kinda miss the other witches but they don’t seem to miss me much”

Don’t mind them sweetie. That’ll just who they are

I have a hero whenever I need one

I just look up to you and I see one

I'm a man 'cause you taught me to be one

This was when you noticed your tears, hearing the patter of your tears hitting the concrete floor.

“I miss you so much Daddy. I miss you, Luca and the real Thomas. I just want you back, to fix everything that’s gone wrong. I miss you so much Daddy” You sobbed, leaning against the floor with your palms.

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you now

I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth

I'm everything that I am

“I want you to be here with me. Show up to stupid school events, meet Jordan, train with me when I’mo angry at the world and just be there when I need you most” you cried harder before you felt a warmth spreading from your shoulder.

You looked up to see Clark. He gave you a solemn look before helping you up. You wiped your tears with your sleeve before looking at the kryptonian. Clark never spoke before pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’ll be waiting outside, when you want to talk I’m here” he said before you broke the hug. Nodding as he left the tomb. You didn’t even remember leaving the door open.

You kissed your father’s plaque, “Happy Father’s Day Daddy” you whispered before leaving your family tomb. After locking the door you turned to see not Clark but Jordan.

“I know for a fact your Dad would be proud of you” Jordan smiled at you. You just smiled, letting a few more tears spill. Jordan came closer and wiped them away, kissing your cheeks. Jordan pulled you in for one more hug, kissing your head.

Whoa... whoa...

In case you don't live forever, let me tell you the truth

As long as I'm here as I am, so are you

My baby is all grown up…

Requests are Open

[lacrimosathedark]

Hamilton Inaccuracies/Corrections (because why not?)

Okay so, I saw a post on reddit that was like, “what’s some inaccuracies in Hamilton off the top of your head?” and I got a whole bunch...and then I had to double check to make sure if I was right...and I’m pretty long-winded...and  now I have this 5,000ish word monstrosity. And apparently you can only post 1000 characters at a time on reddit. Laaaaame. So here’s some Hamilton facts I’ve gathered in my brain. Since it was kinda off the top of my head despite being so long, it’s kinda vague in some places, so if anyone wants to expand on anything (or correct me if I oopsed somewhere) please do! Though nicely please.

Also I am also awful at citing things, but I know I learned some of this from @john-laurens and @ciceroprofacto so thank you.

LET’S BEGIN!

Act 1

Rachel Faucette was not a prostitute, but she was a “whore” in the sense that she did what she fucking wanted with her body. During her first marriage she may or may not have been sleeping around, but she refused to stay with John Lavien, her husband, anymore. So he had her arrested. And he could do that. Because patriarchy and theocracy. And she was essentially put in solitary confinement. You can see why she tried to leave, right? She tried to get their marriage annulled or get a divorce. I forget what the issue was but she couldn’t and eventually she just moved to another island where she met James Hamilton.

The intro song makes it seem like Alexander was an only child. He actually had an older brother, James Jr., but he kinda fucked off after their mother died, working and taking care of himself. They also had an older half-brother Peter Lavien, but I don’t think they really knew him other than as the son of their mother’s abusive ex who took everything from them when she died. John Lavien was able to do that because when Rachel was with James Hamilton, she had not been able to get legally divorced from him so she wasn’t really married to James Hamilton, so James Jr. and Alexander were illegitimate ie bastards. He was an asshole. I don't think Peter had anything against the Hamiltons, but I think he grew up to be a Loyalist so. He actually made some trouble in South Carolina for Henry Laurens, John's dad! But I think I read somewhere he also left money for Alex and James Jr. In his will, which is sweet.

This is more visual since it’s not specified in the song, but in the show, Hamilton’s cousin mimes hanging himself. Peter Lytton’s cause of death if I recall was inconclusive, but he was in his bed and there was a lot of blood. So, yeah, he didn’t hang himself.

Alexander did not punch the bursar. However he did return to Princeton later during the war and blew a canon through the school and apparently decapitated a painting of King George lololol. He was under orders, but yknow. Probably felt pretty good after he was rejected for accelerated courses. He wasn’t the only bastard rejected, though! Ben Franklin’s bastard son was too. The guy in charge of admissions, Witherspoon, hated bastards as a concept and Princeton was a very religious school at the time I believe.

It may have been the plan by Aaron and Esther Burr for Aaron Jr to graduate Princeton, but like, he couldn’t really be sure of that? He was like 2 years old when they died, and his older sister Sally was 4 I believe, maybe 5.

Hercules Mulligan met Alex in 1772. His older brother Hugh knew Alex’s old employer in St. Croix and helped him get to mainland America. Alex and Hercules lived together for a long while, and Hercules is actually who got him interested in the revolution.

John Laurens was in England in 1776. He wouldn’t meet Hamilton and Lafayette until he accepted his post as Washington’s aide-de-camp upon his return in August of 1777.

Lafayette couldn’t have met Hamilton before August 1777 because that’s when he met Washington, and he was appointed as a volunteer to the Continental Army only a week prior, and before that he had been in France. But Lafayette later declared their relationship to be like that of brothers, Alexander his closest connection in the states besides Washington.

Lafayette admired and absolutely adored Laurens and they were besties, but neither of them knew Mulligan. They may have met in passing, or heard about him from Hamilton, but nothing more.

“Lafayette” was actually a nickname based on his title of “Marquis de la Fayette”. In his autobiography, he wrote: “It’s not my fault I was baptized like a Spaniard, with the name of every conceivable saint who might offer me more protection in battle.” I’m glad he thought it was funny at least. His name is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de la Fayette.

Hercules Mulligan is not known to fuck horses.

The Revolution had already sorta started. Actually, Hercules and Alexander had been part of local militias before 1776.

This is more of a miscommunication since the actors are close in age, though the lyrics try to get it across. There’s a reason Mulligan says he’s got the others “in loco parentis”. In 1776 Hamilton and Lafayette would have been 19, Laurens would have been 22, and Mulligan would have been 36.

I think we all know “Laurens, I like you a lot” does not cover the scope of their relationship but that’s rather self explanatory so unless someone asks I’ll leave it at that. And for other clarifications. But at the very least I’ll share this: Anyone who saw them knew they were like attached at the hip (without knowing how attached *winkwonk*) and you could almost always contact one through the other. Laurens was notoriously bad at answering letters, to Hamilton too (and Alex did bitch about it because he is insecure and needs love), but it became quickly known he got back to Hamilton fastest so people would be like “Tell Laurens I said hi!” or “Hey, I need to get these to Laurens, you send them to him.” Which is hilarious. I just imagine Alexander going, “Why me?”

While all of them are Revolutionaries, Laurens is the only one you could solidly call an abolitionist, and Mulligan’s even shaky on the manumission part. He was supposedly part of the Manumission Society Hamilton helped start, but Mulligan also personally owned slaves and was never known to have freed them (One helped him with spy shit. His name was Cato!). In fairness, Hamilton and Lafayette wholeheartedly agreed with Laurens, and Hamilton was the biggest supporter of his battalion plan, and both of them did try to continue working towards equality after the war, but it was never the top priority for either of them and their lives kinda went to hell, so it fell to the wayside. Lafayette actually did some nifty stuff worth looking at, and Hamilton might have tried to keep one of John Lauren’s freed men from Henry Laurens! But as slavery stuck around for a while, it clearly wasn’t anything significant.

Angelica would meet and befriend Thomas Jefferson in Europe, but she would never manage to convince him to put women in a sequel because he’s a huge misogynist and told her in multiple letters that politics isn’t for women and I think he deserves a shoe up his southern backside. Side note, it always bothered me that Lin played up the misogyny in the musical. I mean, yeah, all of them would be misogynists compared to us, but for their time, Hamilton wasn’t so bad. If there was anyone to play up misogyny with, it was Jefferson, because he would tell Angelica for years and years that politics could never make women happy, and that the women in France were foolish for trying etc.. Hamilton would actually discuss politics with Angelica frequently and openly. And there’s a proto-feminist in the cast that was never recognized—Aaron Burr! He respected Theodosia Sr. as an equal and she was his most valuable political ally, and he made sure Theodosia Jr. got the same education any boy of her time would have. He actually respected women to a decent degree. Not to say he wasn't as much of a ho as Hamilton cuz yeah that's accurate (but they were both disaster bisexuals more on Burr's sexuality later)

Farmer Refuted was an essay Hamilton wrote arguing against Samuel Seabury's posts. They weren't shouting in the public square(but Lin got the sass right. I love his face when Hamilton and Seabury are fighting over the podium). Seabury was also really really old, not young and cute like Thayne, hence the line about "mange". Blech.

General Montgomery didn’t take a bullet in the neck, it was a grapeshot from a canon in his head (and his thighs), but close enough I guess. Side note: Burr actually served a short interim on Washington’s staff, but only for like 10 days because they hated each other lolol.

Alexander didn’t bring Laurens, Mulligan, or Lafayette to Washington. Lafayette joined up with the Continental Army in 1777 and quickly convinced them he wasn’t like the other French nobles; he was a glory-seeking kid with a boner for America (for some reason???). Laurens was requested by Washington to join his military family and he arrived also in August 1777 just after Lafayette. Like previously stated, Mulligan was doing shit even before Hamilton did.

Alexander would not have been in charge of spy shit (though may have been somewhat involved). Washington had people like Mulligan for that, who actually saved Washington a few times. But also, the "King’s men who might let some things slide" was the tactic Mulligan used. He was actually very charming, and his wife was very high in British society and he was a skilled tailor, so they were thought of well among the redcoats, and he got a lot of information through chatting with his customers. He also could usually smooth-talk his way out of trouble. Actually, Mulligan blended in so well, when the war was over, people in the city wanted him out cuz they thought he was a Loyalist. So George fucking Washington paid him a visit and commissioned I think a coat from him, and that cleared that up. He got a LOT of business after that.

Alexander would not be Washington’s right hand man, or at least, not his only one if Lin was using that to mean aide-de-camp. In that case, Laurens would also be Washington’s right hand man, along with many men not named in the musical.

John Laurens may have been reliable with the ladies (comes with the territory of being hot, rich, and a perfect gentleman), but he most certainly didn’t want to be. His father noted, rather proudly at the time, that as a young teenager he expressed no interest in girls. John was also married by 1780, and at least Alexander knew. (he told John he'd found out in the well-known April 1779 letter. You know... “Cold in my professions...find me a wife...the length of my nose...” That one.) Because John apparently didn't tell people he was married. Laurens. Sweetheart. Get. Your. Shit. Together.

John also would not be at this ball. February 1779 to March 1780 he is fighting down south, and this ball was early 1780.

The tomcat thing may be half true. Martha Washington did supposedly name a cat Hamilton, but it was an affectionate thing. The slang tomcat meaning ho wasn’t a thing at that time, so it couldn’t be named to tease Alex for his promiscuity. I believe this was one of the many things John Adams made up to slander Hamilton.

Hamilton and Eliza had met before 1780. They had met once two years prior at a dinner her father had hosted. Also, Hamilton had been courting her friend Kitty Livingston, and his friend and fellow aide Tench Tilghman had been attempting to court Eliza, and they’d actually done at least one sort-of double date (which is adorable). So this shouldn’t have been the first time they’d seen each other. Could still be when they fell in love, though, since they started courting after this. Which is cute to think about.

Speaking of Tench and Eliza! I don't remember when this took place but Tilghman journaled it, he went out on something of a hike with a few ladies and they got to a cliff. Of course, he had to help the girls climb up. Except Eliza who started climbing by herself like a natural to the bewilderment and likely horror of the other ladies. Elizabeth Schuyler was a bamf okay?

Of course everyone knows by now, Angelica was married before Eliza. During the Winter’s Ball, she’d already eloped with Jack Carter aka John Barker Church and run away to Boston.

Their courtship was not that fast. Not like, weeks. More like months. Fun fact, Eliza is the only of the five (yes FIVE) Schuyler sisters who didn’t elope and actually got her parents permission! But here’s a heartbreaking fun fact: while Alex was courting Eliza, Laurens was taken prisoner and then on probation. He wasn’t allowed to leave the state of Pennsylvania. He was mentally in a very dark place. Alex kind of procrastinated telling Laurens about Eliza, didn’t say he was courting anyone until they were already engaged.

I can't leave this alone if I'm sad you have to be too. Alex was hella depressed during this time too. Of course he was a soldier so he couldn't see Eliza as much as he'd have liked. On top of that, he kept pushing for an exchange for John and kept getting rejected because they couldn't show preference for him. And then Laurens was sending him very few letters, of course, and the ones he did send were very depressed, even suicidal sounding. He had to work while dealing with that. He had to keep begging Eliza to write to him to be reassured that she still liked him.

No one could show up for Hamilton for the wedding. Some sources say fellow aide James McHenry showed up, but he’s the only one. Alexander even invited his deadbeat dad, offered to pay all his travel expenses and everything, guess how that turned out. So Eliza’s side of the hall was packed and his was empty. God, can you imagine how sad that is?

Another heartbreaking fun fact! John Laurens was out of probation and could have made it to the wedding, was invited (Hamilton, I kid you not, jokingly invited him to a threesome with his new wife in a letter: “I wish you were at liberty to transgress the bounds of Pensylvania. I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation.” (emphasis is original to Hamilton. As is the misspelling of Pennsylvania. Yes, seriously.)) and John did not go. Instead he went back to work trying to talk his way out of getting sent as an envoy to France and suggesting Alexander to take his place. You know. His boyfriend who just got married. Sure, he was right that Hamilton was better equipped for the job, but yknow. Another fun fact, one of the guys who voted for John to be the one to go to France was John’s ex-boyfriend Francis Kinloch. Who was a turncoat, and had been a royalist when he and Laurens split. How’s that for some twisty bullshit.

Sorry, this one isn’t about the musical, it’s a tangent, I just got excited about that quote. Both that style of innuendo and the misspelling of Pennsylvania are consistent in Hamilton’s writing. Listening to john-lauren’s podcast about the April 1779 letter can really help you understand how Hammy uses innuendo but also I just love listening to it it’s insightful and hilarious and I love John Laurens but y u do this and my heart hurts for Hamilton but he is also a ho but aNYWAY. As for Pensylvania...well, he kinda made that mistake on an important document. ...It’s The Constitution. He misspelled Pennsylvania on The Constitution. No big deal. Not like something that could haunt his legacy forever. Oh my god I’m so sorry.

Philip Schuyler did have sons. Five in fact. Two of them died pretty young though I think, considering there are three kids in a row named John Bradstreet Schuyler. The other two were named Philip Jeremiah and Rensselaer.

Laurens, Lafayette, and Mulligan were all married before Hamilton. Hercules Mulligan married Elizabeth Sanders in 1773. Lafayette married his beloved Adrienne in 1774. John Laurens was regretfully obliged to marry Martha Manning in 1776.

Sigh. Again with the misogyny. Anyway, I wanted to comment on the marriage as a loss of freedom. From what I can tell, Elizabeth helped Hercules with his spy work at home. John was literally fighting a war across the ocean from his wife, and probably having an illegal affair with Alexander (though to be fair to him, he was kind of running away from Martha because he didn't marry her for love, gosh, there are no winners here). Lafayette absolutely adored his wife but still was also fighting a war an ocean away, and had multiple affairs, at least one with his wife’s blessing. So yeah, losing your freedom with marriage? Bullshit.

Despite where it is in the musical and Eliza singing the beginning, Stay Alive is roughly about Valley Forge, which would be December of 1777 through June of 78. So before the ball and wedding. (Fun fact! A lot of people theorize Valley Forge as when Hamilton and Laurens’ relationship may have escalated into romantic and/or sexual territory. They may have had more privacy, as small temporary buildings were being made to better withstand the cold, and Hamilton was sick a lot during that time and did need tending a lot. West Indian boi did not like Northern winter.) But yeah, Congress being stupid and the army resorting to eating their horses sometimes and not being able to buy food and equipment? All true. It was a real bad winter.

Mulligan wouldn’t have to go back to New York, he never would have left. He remained there as a tailor and a spy throughout the war. He wouldn’t have been traveling with Washington.

Hamilton and Laurens didn't write essays so much as start working out John's battalion plan and writing letters trying to push for it.

This duel happened in 1778, so like. This timeline is so fucky.

Stay Alive makes it seem like Hamilton was the one who wanted to duel Lee, but it was 100% Laurens from the start. The off-Broadway version demonstrates it a bit better. Hamilton was Lauren's second to save his ass. Hamilton had a rough relationship with Washington, but Laurens admired him greatly and would have willingly defended his commander’s honor. John was a Good Boy who always bowed his head to his asshole father, even at first for his battalion plan, but John wouldn’t let even his father talk shit about Washington. Fun fact about this duel, Alex and John were late to the duel because they “got lost in the woods”. Oooookay. Suuuuuuure. And Baron von Steuben was straight. (Fact: Steuben was very gay and pretty much pushed out of Europe for it. And he actually also had challenged Lee! They talked things out before this.)

Aaron Burr was not Charles Lee’s second. His second was a Major Evan Edwards. Lin wanted a parallel with the final duel. To be fair, that was a really cool way to do it and I like it better that way.

Alexander Hamilton could NOT agree that duels are dumb and immature. He was in 10 duel challenges as a participant in his lifetime, 9 of which he was the challenger. One time he challenged two people at once. One time he challenged an entire politcal party apparently. No, I am not kidding. He had a bad day. And I think you know the one time he wasn’t the challenger.

Lee did not yield on the first shot, nor was Laurens satisfied. Lee was pretty much like, “It’s just a flesh wound!” and wanted to go another round and Laurens agreed, but Hamilton and Edwards managed to talk them down. Yes he was shot in the side. But that wasn’t all because Laurens absolutely roasted Lee at his court martial. 

Lee: Were you ever in an action before?

Laurens: I have been in several actions; I did not call that an action, as there was no action previous to the retreat. 

I love this man. So much. The sass of this man.

We don’t know if Washington was angry about the duel with Lee. We do know that Laurens, and probably Hamilton, had Christmas dinner with him two days later. When Hamilton left, it was because Washington had snapped over a misunderstanding (caused by Lafayette actually, and he really tried to make it better because Lafayette is a sweetheart), and then continued to deny Hamilton the command he requested, and he resigned. It was entirely unrelated to the duel and Laurens. However, the daddy issues are real.

I don’t know if Lafayette went to France for more funds and came back with more guns, but Laurens certainly did! Ben Franklin told him to chill, but he actually got super impatient and ended up supposedly disrespecting and maybe kinda threatening the court, demanding what he needed, and walking out. They were were kind of shocked and impressed into giving more than had been requested. Any existing deities bless John Laurens. I love him.

Lafayette actually nominated his own aide to lead the charge and Hamilton appealed for himself and Washington finally gave in to Hamilton.

Laurens was not in South Carolina. When he finally got back from France, he was sent to Yorktown. He actually was commanding the group Alexander led. (Power couple lol) He also helped with negotiations after the battle. Also, supposedly making the British play ‘The World Turned Upside Down’ on their way out was Laurens’ idea because boy is made of sass and spite.

Henry Laurens would not have sent a letter to Hamilton about John’s death. Even if he would have, he couldn’t. At that time, he’d been locked up in the Tower of London as a prisoner. We have no idea when or how Alexander found out, or who might have told him. We know he wrote to Nathanael Greene on October 25 and Lafayette on November 3 (literally 2 months after Laurens' death), and the mentions of Laurens were very short. It’s thought that he really couldn’t talk about Laurens. People have compared it to the stories of how Benjamin Tallmadge apparently couldn’t hear Nathan Hale’s name without crying.

After Yorktown Alexander resigned and John went down south to flush British troops out of the southern states. His group was ambushed at Combahee River and he decided to charge instead of wait for backup and he died. Many people think it was a combination of his usual recklessness, suicidality, and glory-seeking mixed with a desperation with the war coming to an end. It was such a small skirmish. He deserved better. He left his daughter, Frances, whom he had never met, orphaned, as her mother had died months earlier from sickness. She was adopted by John’s oldest younger sister, also coincidentally Martha Laurens (though married was Martha Laurens Ramsay).

The Levi Weeks case was years later than that, in 1800, though it was alongside Burr. Hamilton actually lost his first trial as a defense lawyer and was not with Burr.

The whole conversation where Hamilton proposes Burr help him write the Federalist Papers is fake. Lin made that up entirely.

John Church’s wealth kinda...varies. He was a gambler. At first, he was actually in quite a bit of debt. He did make it big eventually and he and Angelica moved to Europe. He really didn’t seem to be a lot of fun to most people, but Angelica eloped with him. She chose him against her father’s wishes. I don’t get why Lin kept writing lines saying she didn’t love him, at least at first. He also does this in the cut song Congratulations where she says “I languished in a loveless marriage” bish you eloped wat She also lived as a socialite and was adored by anyone who met her apparently, so like???? da fuq Lin. Didja really do Laurens dirty for these lies or at the very least uncertanties? Could you not prop up that romance without making her say she hates her husband?

Act 2

More of a personality miscommunication. Irl Thomas Jefferson was shy, quiet, and hypersensitive, nothing like how Daveed plays him. If you knew a guy like the real Jefferson in real life you might be endeared to him out of pity or because he seems sweet, but in the short time of a musical that would immediately be read as cold and unlikable. So the best way to portray “this guy is a likable asshole” is to make him loud and made of sass which is what Daveed does magnificently. So, not at all accurate to real Jefferson, but gets the concept of him across.

Thomas was not off getting high with the French. Probably. He was making negotiations for the Revolution. And abusing Sally Hemings (his, at the time, 14 year old slave, who was also his sister-in-law, and 30 years his junior, and was brought along to entertain his daughter). And actually probably chatting up with Angelica!

By the time Philip was 9, he had two sisters, Angelica (7) and his foster/adopted sister Frances Antill (6), but he also had two brothers already, Alexander Jr. (5) and James Alexander (3), with maybe another one on the way since William Stephen would be born next year.

The whole comma thing is backwards. It was Angelica who made the initial mistake. Hamilton pointedly and flirtatiously teased her about it before closing it with “Adieu ma chere, soeur” French for “Goodbye my dear, sister”. So it’s more playful and less lovey dovey in context, so the tone is all wrong. It’s not romantic, it’s teasing and snarky.

Say No To This feels like it’s over quick. The affair lasted a year, not just the summer Eliza was away.

Clermont Street wasn’t renamed until many years later.

I don’t know that Alex has always considered Burr a friend. Irl they weren’t as close, and Hamilton was keenly aware of how slimy Burr could be.

Lafayette was NOT fine. He was imprisoned a lot during the French Revolution, the poor man, and many members of his wife’s family were killed. HOWEVER! Hamilton was not just sitting by. Angelica and her husband did make an attempt to rescue Lafayette, and the Hamiltons fostered Lafayette’s son Georges Washington Lafayette (yes that was his actual name). So Hamilton also did not forget Lafayette.

Not all his defendants got acquitted, obviously. Stop being cocky, Ham.

People comment on how Jefferson whines about Hamilton’s fashion sense while literally dressed in violet velvet. The original plan was to have him in browns, but Daveed is just such a friggin star that they just had to give him something brighter and decided to go with a Prince-inspired look. Originally the browns were going to be representative of his supposed representation of farmers. Though note here: Jefferson’s agricultural representation is much the same as modern Republicans’ rural representation. More for show.

Actually, let's get political for a sec. I've done some research in my hyperfixation and in searches for Hamilton shiz I've ended up stumbling into far-right nonsense and I know how to recognize the degrees of nonsense from years of actually paying attention to it now because this is what I do apparently. Which is weird, right? Lin kinda portrays him like a lefty. Well, here's the thing. Any proud historically educated Republican will tell you that their roots are in the Federalist Party. Which is technically true. What they will neglect to mention is the flip between parties that happened when the Republicans decided to use southerners racism to their advantage in elections. Being subtly racist can get the racists and the non-racists on your side! Yeah, it's gross. Federalists are more like Democrats. The corporatists. They clearly care more about companies and Wall Street, but they put actual action into social progress on rare occasion. Democratic-Republicans are like Republicans, conservatives who don't want social change and rail against it and pretend they aren't for corporate interests while being just as bad as the other guys. But Republicans have a tendency to rewrite history to paint themselves as the good guys, or reclaim things that aren't theirs as their own. Just look at the Civil War! Or...literally just...America I guess. Yikes. But yeah, here's your warning. Don't just go looking at and trusting things labelled Federalist. It likely won't be friendly.

John Adams didn’t fire Hamilton, Hamilton left. Eventually. And this is not the only time this kind of verbal confrontation happens, and not the one that destroys the Federalist Party. That actually happens after the Reynolds Pamphlet. But John Adams hates Alexander Hamilton with the burning passion of a thousand suns and really kinda earns this.

I’m not sure if he specifically called Alex a Creole bastard but I wouldn’t be surprised, there were other similar racist and bastard-related insults. You know the tomcat thing mentioned above. He started the rumor of the affair with Angelica. He accused him of being a rake (male version of whore at the time). He also may have behind closed doors accused him of being a sodomite. His (probably gay) son Charles helped with that one, bringing back rumors from a dinner he had with Hamilton (who he was working for) and John Church because Church joked about Alex being fond of a guy. Adams probably thought working for Hamilton was what made his son gay and alcoholic (Charles was an alcoholic and may have died in part because of that; Hamilton was not an alcoholic, but he supposedly could not hold his drink. He was smol).

Jefferson, Madison, and Burr didn’t accuse Hamilton of speculation. It was James Monroe, Abraham Venable, and Frederick Muhlenberg. Lin wanted to keep consistent representation of the Democratic-Republican party. But anyway, the whole thing went to hell because Monroe sent the letters to Jefferson (or I’ve also heard Monroe gave them to Madison who sent them to Jefferson) who, the spiteful gangly fucker, started spreading rumors because fuck Hamilton, amirite? Hamilton challenged Monroe to a duel over that. And who stopped this duel? Aaron Burr. He gets to be the good guy now and then.

It wasn’t just total strangers that got Alex off the island. He was sponsored by his cousin Ann Lytton and his teacher Reverend Hugh Knox. Also, he was kind of expected to get an education and come back and help out the island...guess what he never did. Oops.

This one I may be wrong, but I’m pretty sure. I think Eliza was upstate with her family when the Reynolds Pamphlet was released, away from Alex. I also know she had recently given birth to their son, William Stephen. A lot of people think Alexander had been keeping that in mind. Eliza had had a miscarriage once before, when she was under a lot of stress and alone and with the kids and he had to be away (Whiskey Rebellion), so some people think he made sure she was surrounded by her family and waited until the child was born to drop this on her, and gave her distance from him if she needed it. At least he knew he fucked up, and he really did love her.

Those weren’t Alexander’s guns. They belonged to John Church.

It was quite some time between Philip’s challenge and the actual duel.

Another age miscommunication; Eacker was 27ish and Philip was 19 when the duel happened. There was a whole 8 years between them! 

Eacker didn’t shoot early. Actually, both of them stood staring at each other for a really long time doing nothing. But Philip went to make a move and Eacker shot him.

Alex and Eliza had made up from the Reynolds Pamphlet bullshit before Philip died. When he passed, Eliza was already pregnant with the son they would also name Philip in honor of his older brother.

Hamilton wasn’t really the deciding factor in the election of 1800. But he did say that about Burr and it did help swing the vote somewhat. But also, this was before Philip died. Philip died in 1801.

If a vote is that close, you can’t win in a landslide??? That’s not how words work???? Mister Miranda????? You are a writer??????? Sir???????

Burr actually held a term as Jefferson’s Vice President.

The Burr vs Hamilton Duel was in 1804 and was actually about another election and other things Hamilton was saying about him. Burr was running to be governor of New York and lost but heard about Alexander telling people the things he listed Alexander saying in Your Obedient Servant.

Thayne should not have played Alexander’s doctor. Sydney should have played Alexander’s doctor. Do you know why? Philip and Alexander had the same doctor when they died. Alexander took that doctor with him to the duel. His name was David Hosack.

While there’s evidence to suggest Burr experienced immediate regret (he stepped forward as if wanting to see if Hamilton was okay and supposedly asked after him and wished him well before Alexander passed) in the years that followed, until he was on his death bed, he expressed nothing but neutrality or even pride for having shot Hamilton. The ‘the world was wide enough’ comment could plausibly be entirely made up, and even if it were true, it was supposedly said toward the end of Burr’s life. Burr's life was quite a ride after Alex. He tried to make like his own empire out of Texas, and then of course was tried for treason, but he got out of that, but then everyone hated him for that ON TOP OF already hating him for killing Hamilton, so he had some crazy journey around Europe for a while. He kept a journal, writing entries like letters to Theo. The most notable things I think he writes he'd "been amused for an hour with a very handsome young Dane. Don't smile. It is a male!" which implies maybe Theodosia knew her dad was bi and was at least amused by it? And he spent a while living with Jeremy Bentham, who is generally accepted to have been gay (if you want more Burr gayness look into Jonathan Bellamy and Robert Troup. Troup knew Hamilton too!). Unrelated to his sexuality but I find it important, Burr spent, in modern cash, $40 on a coconut, in his own words, "like an ass." He returned to America eventually. I dont remember if it was before or after his foreign adventures, but his beloved grandson (also named Aaron Burr) died, and then not long after, Theodosia was lost at sea on her way to visit her dad. No one knows what happened to her. It's so sad. Anyway he married a wealthy widow named Eliza, spent all her money on charity, and died the day their divorce was finalized. And Eliza Jumel's divorce lawyer was Alexander Hamilton Jr..

Poor Eliza couldn’t go through all of her husband’s papers. Her son, John Church Hamilton, finished the work for her when she no longer could and put together the biography that inspired Chernow’s that inspired Lin’s musical. (He named a son Alexander and a daughter Elizabeth. He even named one of his sons Laurens! Aw.) And we have come full circle.

The End :33

There’s probably more but that’s what I’ve got. Thanks for reading!

[tfwaloysius]

Past Events Challenge

I. When Aloysius was a little boy, he wanted to be king like his father. He also idolized his brother Arthur and saw him being prepared for the role for as long as he could remember. He would often follow Arthur about and try to make sense of what he was being taught and tried to mimic his brother’s behavior. Aloysius was a sweet and sensitive child, and very intelligent. He impressed his tutors with all that he had learned already, when he was first given one. He was still very small when he announced that he wanted to be king one day, too, when his mother corrected him and told him that only Arthur would be king and that if something happened to Arthur, it would be his sons would who take up after him. “And what shall I be, mama?” He had asked. “You shall be a prince, my darling boy. You need not worry so, as Arthur must.” Aloysius felt he wasn’t sure what his own purpose in life would be, then, but perhaps he took his mother’s words a little too seriously. He was not such an excellent student after that and spent most of his time evading his tutors and playing pranks upon the royal household. For some time, he not had not a care in the world ... 

II. When Aloysius was six years old, however, he had his first memories of meeting a fae. He will never forget the day that the Fae Finders hauled away a young servant boy who was only a few years older than Aloysius. Aloysius did not know the boy well, but he had played with him few times before and he was shocked by the realization that he had been “so easily tricked”. He had been with his tutor at the time who told him that many men older and wiser than he had been so deceived by fae before, which is another reason that they are so incredibly dangerous .... 

III. Aloysius didn’t have any (knowingly) interactions with fae until nearly ten years later, when it was discovered that one of his friends from town was fae. A kinder and more selfless soul, Aloysius had never met and he was determined that some kind of exception would be made for his friend, who was certainly not like the others. He used all of his power and influence as a prince to try to sway his friend’s fate, but in the end, he was killed because of what he was and not who he was.

These events gradually helped to turn Aloysius into the man he is today. He realized any change he meant to bring about would be fruitless if no one thought the same as he did. He may be a prince in name, but he has little real power. Aloysius wasn’t so easily defeated as to be brought to this hard realization by one event alone, but these were the two most extreme cases. After seeing that he had no influence over the laws of the land, he focused his efforts to his own pleasures (drinking, gambling, and women) all of which were heavy distractions. It’s hard to think about those who are suffering when you can’t even remember the night before. Aloysius likes to surround himself with others and can’t stand to be by himself: its when he’s alone that he remembers the faces of his friends long ago that he failed to protect and he’s haunted by the prospect that there’s many more like them still, who he has given up trying to help. He once had wished that he would have been king instead of his brother - but now he does not find himself deserving. That has not stopped him from still trying to protect those he knows are different and it has been something he has secretly tried to unearth in anyone he might be close to: which is how he discovered Esther’s secret without her having to tell him and he’s been helping to cover her, ever since. 

[nolaimagines]

Forgotten

Hey can you do another neglect Mikaelson but different one like the she is the first born child Of Klaus and powerful witch who’s the Mikaelson enemy. And the Mikaelson don’t give her attention or anything basically focus on hope she leaves them and years later their looking for her only to see her married and has kids and is pregnant. The Mikaelson tries to earn her trust but one day hope tries to talk to her and end ups getting. Hurt and the readers husband yells them to stay away from her

I am going to attempt to write this from your point of view (hope that’s okay)

I totally got carried away with this...it is a bit long

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“Hello?” You shouted out as you stepped into the home.

“Your dad has gone out, Elijah is god knows where, Rebekah…again no idea. And well I’m here…tired from the baby and bored.” Hayley explained as she walked down the stairs.

You groaned, “I’ve been calling them all day and it’s like I don’t exist…” you threw yourself on the sofa but quickly regretted it as you winced.

“What’s wrong?” Hayley sat beside you.

“Oh, nothing. It doesn’t matter.” You breathed through the pain, as you got comfortable.

Hayley rolled her eyes, “Fine, have it your way.” She sat on the couch opposite you and threw the control your way.

You sighed, switching on the tv before silently chanting a spell to heal your wound before your family could pretend as if they care.

Your father was the great original hybrid, Niklaus Mikaelson, son of Esther and her love but Mikael was left with the burden of raising him. Your mother was a powerful witch who Klaus had close relation with and soon came along you. Your mother’s bloodline was part of the greatest witch bloodline there was beside Esther’s. You were powerful and everyone knew better than to mess with you, and to make it worse, you were a Mikaelson. When you were young, your parents fought constantly, becoming quick enemies, fighting over you. But it led to you watching your mother die at the hands of Klaus Mikaelson. He didn’t kill her, but it was his actions that lead to her death. Yet you still stayed by your father’s side. He didn’t care much for you; you were a living and breathing reminder of your mother, and he hated it. He didn’t care if you lived or died. The only reason you are with them is because your Uncle Elijah comes up with some poetic speech that family is power. You didn’t feel like family. You were used for your magic and power. Whether you were caught in the crossfire, injured or nearly dead, it was your own problem to save yourself. No one cared much for you.

“Y/N!” your dad yelled your name through the house.

You rolled your eyes, and continued to watch the tv, pretending it was interesting.

“Y/N, why is it you choose to ignore me? I am your father, you dare to ignore me!”

“What could you possibly need from me? Go ask one of your witchy friends to perform a spell.” You groaned, sitting up and walking out.

Klaus grabbed your arm, pulling you back, “You will do as I say. You live under my roof, you will go by my rules.”

You shook your head, “Well I guess It’s time for me to move out then isn’t it. I won’t be such a burden to any of you anymore.”

“Y/N…” Hayley started but you cut her off.

“Hayley, I suggest you get out of here while you can. Take the baby and start somewhere new.” You pulled your arm out of Klaus’ grip and walked upstairs. Klaus rushed to you, pinning you to the wall.

“You dare threaten me.”

You snickered, “I haven’t threatened you…yet. I said I am moving out. I won’t be in the way.” You motioned your hand, sending Klaus flying across to the other side of the house, “Ooops.”

You grabbed a bag, packing the essentials before hopping into your car and driving off.

--

“Gracie, you be careful on those swings! Mind you don’t kick anyone!” You called out to your 6-year-old daughter as she ran to the swings with her sister.

You sat down on the bench, and sighed in tiredness, rubbing your pregnant belly.

“Okay mummy!” You daughter shouted back, taking her sister’s hand helping her onto the swing.

You watched your daughters on the swing, before something, or someone rather caught your eye behind her. Klaus. Your dad. You frowned, and blinked. He was gone. Were you seeing things or had your father found you? You shivered. Is this how it was when Mikael was hunting your Dad?

You shook your head, before sipping your water, and taking out the snack bags for the kids, “Gracie! Hannah! Come and eat your snacks and drink some juice please!” Thank god the park was quiet. It was so much easier to keep an eye on your daughters.  

It had been 8 years since you had left your so called ‘family’ behind and found a new one. Your new family, who loved you and cared for you. You missed your real family, but what was there to miss? You met your Husband, Harry, 6 months after you left New Orleans and things moved pretty quickly after. He was already aware of the supernatural world, despite being human himself. He accepted who you were with open arms and loved you all the same. He made you feel new, and beautiful, and loved. You weren’t alone, and he made sure you knew that. Two years later, here you were married, with 6-year-old twin daughters, and pregnant again with a boy. You unfortunately suffered a miscarriage due to a bad fall a few years ago and struggled to get pregnant after, so this was a miracle, but you were happy. Really happy.

Gracie and Hannah sat either side of you, thanking you for the snacks as they sat and ate quietly.

“Mommy, can me and Hannah watch a movie tonight?” Gracie looked up at you, her brown eyes shining.

“Of course you can. Are the snacks okay? Would you like anything else?”

Both girls shook their heads, “Right then, shall we head home then? Hold each others hands, and stay close to me please darlings.”

Hannah and Grace held hands, as Grace took your hand as you walked to the car to make your way home.

--

Back home, Harry had dinner ready on the table, “I assumed you’d be back around this time, so I had dinner ready.” He kissed you softly, but deepened it, “I missed you today. How are you?”

You returned the kiss, smiling before tucking the kids in for their dinner, “I missed you too. I’m okay. Feeling more tired than usual.” You rubbed your belly, “He’s a little more active today.”

Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around you from behind, softly rubbing your belly, “I can’t wait to meet our little boy.” Your husband kissed your neck before whispering, “Now please hurry up and be born so that your Mummy and I can do more baby making.”

You laughed softly and turned around and kissed your husband deeply. He groaned into the kiss before pulling away and smiling, “Now why don’t you sit down and rest. I’ll bring our dinners.”

You could feel your heart melt. What did you do to deserve such a loving husband? You held your tears back as you sat yourself down, “Thank you, my love.”

You tucked Gracie and Hannah in their beds, before closing the door softly and going to your shared bedroom. You changed into your pyjamas.

“Do I look fat?” You joked, as you looked in the mirror at your pregnant tummy.

Harry looked up, and scrunched up his nose, “In all honesty…you have put on a few pounds…”

You gasped, picking up a pillow and throwing it at him, “I thought you loved me!”

He laughed, catching the pillow and throwing it back on the floor, “I do, very much my darling. You could put on a thousand pounds, and I will still love you.”

You sat down beside him covering your legs with the duvet, “I…I have something to tell you. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy but something weird happened today…”

Harry sat up and looked at you concerned, “What is it? Are you hurt?”

“No, no. When I took the girls to the park today…they were on the swings playing…I thought I saw my Dad…Klaus at the park.” Your voice was shaky. You didn’t know how you really felt about the possibility of seeing your Dad again after all these years.

Harry sat in silence for a second, “Did he say anything? What happened?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I saw him standing there at the park, alone. I blinked, he was gone.”

Harry sighed, “If he does come back, and he does want to talk then that is up to you whether you give him that chance. If he dares lay a hand on you, I won’t hesitate to hurt him.”

You smiled softly. Harry was trained as a vampire hunter so he could defend himself…to a certain extent, “I just don’t want him hurting you or the girls…family isn’t his strongest point.” You sigh, “I don’t know how I feel about seeing him again.”

Harry nodded, “I can’t imagine how you feel, Y/N. I wish there was something I could do. But either way? You have me, and you have a family here. We aren’t leaving your side.”

You nodded and laid down, “I love you, so much.”

Harry kissed your forehead, wrapping his arm around you, “Now sleep, my love.”

--

*doorbell rings continuously*

You groaned, throwing off the covers, and making your way downstairs. The smell of pancakes filled your nose, and you hummed to yourself. Who is ruining your morning of pancakes?

“Hello…” Harry’s voice faded out.

“Hello Harry. I think you may be able to help me and my family. I’m looking for Y/N.” A British accent echoed through the house.

You gripped the bannister of the stairs before taking a deep breath and joining Harry at the door, “I’m sorry, but the person you’re looking for isn’t here.” You replied, before noticing that not only had Klaus turned up, the rest of the family came with him including Hayley and some random girl. You squinted at the girl…much to your surprise the miracle baby survived. She looked about…what 16?

Klaus’ eyes turned toward you, eyebrows raising in shock as he scanned your body and saw your baby bump.

“Y/N…we need to talk.” Your Dad’s expression was almost human.

“Mommy! Who is at the door?” Grace called for you as she ran towards you with her sister behind her.

“Who are you?” Hannah looked up at your dad, wrapping her arms around Harry’s leg.

“Um…girls go to your room please.” You kneeled down to your daughters, “Mommy has to do something.”

The girls glanced at Klaus again before going upstairs, calmly.

You sighed and stood up, “What do you want exactly?”

“Who said we want anything? Am I not allowed to visit my daughter?” Klaus replied.

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to speak. The amount of emotions running through you right now was uncontrollable, and to top it off you were pregnant.

“Well you better come inside before you cause a scene. One wrong move and I throw you all out.” You sighed, moving to the side and nodding slightly to Harry.

Harry looked back at you before glaring at Klaus, “You may come in.”

You set down the tray with drinks and sat beside Harry.

“So why are you here? How did you find me?” You asked.

“A few witchy spells and well easy as pie.” Elijah replied, taking a sip of his tea.

“I assume that was you, Hope? You’d need to be a powerful witch and well a New Orleans witch is not powerful enough to break my protection spells.” You looked at Hope, “Glad to see you inherited your mother’s brains.

“Yes, that was Hope, who don’t forget, is your younger sister. Have you told your husband about her? About us?” Klaus looked at you.

“Yes, unfortunately I did. Again, I ask, why are you here?” You were becoming fed up with repeating yourself.

“We need your help.” Hope spoke up, “We need help defeating the Hallow. We…I accidently awoke this Hallow and well it’s sort of buried itself inside me.” Hope explained.

You felt your breathing increase, your heart rate shot up, “The hallow? Have you any idea what you’ve done? And you dare bring it here? To my home? Why do you expect me to help you? Any of you?” You glared at your father, “You hate me because I remind you of my mother. You’ve ignored me since the day she died. All of you have. You don’t bother to talk to me for 8 years. And here you are, in my home asking me for help.”

Hayley stood up, “Listen, we are all at fault here. We are all in the wrong here, but all our lives are at stake here. This thing, this hallow will consume my daughter whole, your sister. She hasn’t done anything wrong so please don’t use your anger that you have against us, against her.”

You sighed, knowing Hayley had a valid point. You looked at your ‘family’.

“Y/N, I can only apologise for how I have been since your mother died. What I did is unforgivable, but I would like to made amends if it is possible, if you will give me that chance.” Klaus got up and walked over to you.

You stayed silent, a thousand thoughts whizzing through your head. What were you supposed to do? Saying yes to helping them meant putting your family in danger, saying no meant putting your long lost sister in unreasonable danger.

You sighed, “I’ll help. But I swear, if any of my family get hurt…you will regret it.”

“Thank you, love.” Klaus gave you a small smile.

Hayley smiled, “Thank you, Y/N, you have no idea how much I appreciate this.”

You nodded, “Well, don’t thank me yet, we haven’t destroyed the Hallow just yet.”

“So when are you due?” She motioned towards your bump.

“I’m currently 7 months so not long to go.” You smiled at your bump.

“And you have twin girls?” She asked, smiling.

You nodded, “Yes, Hannah and Grace.”

“May I ask, why the long age gap?” Elijah set his glass down, sitting back in the chair now the serious talk was over.

“Uh…” You sighed, looking at Harry for some comfort.

Harry cleared his throat, “Y/N suffered a miscarriage a few years back from a bad fall and since then we’ve struggled so this baby…is our miracle.”

The room fell silent.

“I am so sorry. I can’t imagine how you felt…that must have been awful.” Hayley wiped her eyes before the tears fell.

You nodded, “It’s okay.”

--

You sat on your knees and flipped through the pages of your mother’s grimoire. You sighed, rubbing your belly.

“Come on little guy, not today.” You spoke to your unborn son.

“Do you need my help?” Hope came and sat beside you.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. This isn’t something that get’s written down. It was locked away and now it’s out. The only chance we have is someone who has encountered it before…and what are the chances of that.” You smirked as you came across the page full of details on the Hallow, “Thank you mother.”

You sighed, scanning the pages looking for a way to destroy the Hallow, “So it needs somewhere to live…with nothing to feed off, no energy, no other living thing with it…” you trailed off.

Hope sighed, “So why did you leave?”

You looked up, “Why did I leave? Our dad ignored me for years. My mother died as a consequence of his actions and he didn’t care. Since that day, he’s pretended as if I don’t exist. Really, I should have left earlier but I didn’t. Our Uncle Elijah has a way with words, you’ll find. But one day, I had enough. Klaus kept using me for my magic and didn’t care if I lived or died. So I left. But your mum is right, my anger isn’t towards you-“

“Exactly, it isn’t towards me, yet you left me alone. I had no one for so long. And all of a sudden I find out I have an older sister somewhere in this world!” Hope stood up, pacing around the room.

You got up, “Hope, calm down. Don’t you see? You weren’t even bought up knowing about me! You found out later in your life. I was completely irrelevant.”

“Oh, so this is about you now? I have this thing inside of me and it’s still about you!” Hope raised her voice, breathing heavily.

“Hope, control yourself.” Klaus appeared at the door with Harry behind him. Harry’s face was full of fear.

You studied hope, it was almost as if she had a blue glow around her, “Hope, breath. You have the Hallow inside of you. You can’t let it control you.”

Hope growled, “Don’t tell me what to do!” She drew her hands in the hair, throwing you across the room – thank god you landed on the sofa. You groaned, feeling something sharp in your leg.

“Y/N!” Harry ran over to you. He minded your hair out your face before standing up, raging with anger.

“Y/N…Harry…I’m so sorry…” Hope teared up, looking at her hands, “I didn’t meant to…I…it took control…”

“Get out. I want you all to get out of my house.” It was rare to see Harry angry, this was probably the third time you’ve seen him angry, “You turn up here with no explanation, demanding Y/N’s help. You ignore her for 8 years, not to mention before then. She deserves better and not a single one of you have any right asking my wife for help!” He was shouting, most likely scaring your daughters upstairs.

Klaus lowered his head, “I apologise…I can heal you if you let me-“

“I don’t want your blood.” You groaned as you got up, bearly standing on your leg. You took your grimoire, and took a photo of it on your phone, sending it across to Hope, “I’ve sent you something that might help. Now all of you, get out before I make you.” You turned to Klaus, “Leave.”

Within seconds your old family had left and didn’t make an appearance after that.

“My darling…are you okay? Should we get you to a hospital?” He helped you sit on the sofa.

You shook your head, “I can heal it, but can you tidy up before the girls come downstairs?”

Harry nodded, “Of course my love.”

“Harry…thank you for being here with me.” You gave a small smile, feeling all the regret of letting your old family back into your life.

“Of course,” Harry smiled finishing up making the room like home again, “I would never let you go through something like that alone.”

“I love you.” You smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

[estherruth-jonsatrash]

@schnoogles and @esther-dot asked about We’re Not the Brady Bunch.Next chapter of Changes...not ready yet sorry! This should be a fun multichapter I’ll work on more once other stuff is finished.

We’re Not The Brady Bunch

Modern stepsiblings Jonsa au. Ned Stark is a single dad with two kids: Jon and Arya. Catelyn Tully is a single mom with two kids: Sansa and Bran. They fall in love and get married. Only problem: the kids may not be entirely on board. In fact, this whole thing may end in chaos. While they’re experiencing high school, the growing pains of a newly blended family, and misunderstandings, Jon and Sansa fight a growing attraction between them. My probably poor attempt at Salty Teens.

Preview:

Sansa Tully is fifteen when her mother Catelyn starts dating Ned Stark. At first, Sansa cringed at the thought of it, her mom in the arms of a man who wasn’t her father. But she knew her mom had been lonely and miserable since dad died two years before, and so Sansa resolved to be happy for her mother. The world couldn’t stop because he was gone, and truly, once she saw her mother smiling more often, walking with a spring in her step, even whistling for goodness’ sake, she no longer had to tell herself to be happy for her mother, she just was without trying.

Bran was an altogether different story, though. As the eldest of the two Tully children, Sansa always looked out for her little brother. He was only eight when their father died, and the last thing he wanted was another man in their lives.

“It’s like she’s cheating on him,” Bran whispered to her one night when Sansa helped him get ready for bed, their mother out late with her boyfriend.

Sansa tilted her head sympathetically, brushed some of his reddish-brown hair back from his forehead, causing him to slap her hand away petulantly. She bit her lip to keep from laughing at his reaction—she knew he didn’t want her to baby him so much. Sometimes she missed when Bran was smaller and he’d let her hold him, or when he was three and took to grabbing hold of her leg, forcing her to drag him everywhere as she walked about the house. “I know it feels like she’s betraying him in some way, but Bran, dad would want mom to be happy. Don’t you think?” He nodded begrudgingly before grumping off to bed.

She was sure he would come around in time.

Sansa is a sophomore in high school when she starts seeing Joffrey Baratheon. He seemed like a prince to her, tall, blond, and handsome with striking green eyes. Her best friends Margaery and Jeyne swoon and squeal when he finally asks her out.

Things go south with him pretty fast. One night, they get into an argument as she’s sitting in his red BMW his mother bought for him (he was a real mama’s boy, she’d come to find out). When he called her a stupid bitch, Sansa knew they were through. She stormed out of his car and heard the screeching of his tires as he sped away. She called her mother, blinking back tears. But her mother can’t leave Bran, sick with the flu. So Ned Stark picks up a more than a little humiliated Sansa and they sit in awkward silence as he drives her home.

He doesn’t ask her about it, and for that she’s grateful. She just wants to go home and wash the day away in her shower and crawl into bed. But when they turn a corner just before their house, Ned clears his throat and looks at her cautiously. “You know, Sansa, I know it’s none of my business, but this Joffrey fellow sounds like a real jackass,” he said.

Sansa snickered lightly into her hand. It was strange hearing him talk like this. “It’s over,” she supplied, not entirely knowing why.

He nods and turns back to the road. “You deserve someone worthy of you,” he said.

“Worthy of me?” she questioned. Sansa was sure they’d never discussed something so personal before. In fact, she could count on one hand the minutes she’d been alone with him before tonight, though she’d often seen him around her mom. And anyway, what did Ned Stark know about high school boys?

They pulled into the driveway and he smiled at her softly. “Someone who’s brave but also gentle, someone strong enough to protect you,” he said.

It struck at something in her, Sansa’s chest feeling tight. But she smiled and nodded at him before making her way back inside.

No, she did not mind this Ned Stark dating her mother.

Sansa is sixteen with a new driver’s license burning a hole in her pocket when her mother tells them she and Ned are getting married. This—Sansa had not prepared for. She liked Ned, but married? They’d only been dating for a year, and she and Bran hadn’t even met his kids yet—a boy Sansa’s age and a girl around the same age as Bran.

Her brother breaks the heavy silence at the news. “I’m not calling him dad,” Bran said emphatically.

Her mother tries to hug him but he flinches away. “You don’t have to call him dad. He will never replace your father honey.” Catelyn looks at them both. “But he’s a good man. And I’m sure we’ll all be happy together.”

They go to Ned’s shortly after the announcement so she and Bran can see where they’re going to be living now, and to meet their future stepsiblings. His house is bigger than the one they’ve lived in for almost all of Sansa’s life. She doesn’t like it so much, because she’d always appreciated the cozy, intimate feeling she’d got at home. But Sansa supposes it’s for the best—all four kids getting their own rooms. Besides, much as she likes Ned, she doesn’t like the idea of him moving into the house where her father had lived. That thought makes her a little anxious though. How will Ned’s kids feel about them living in the house where their mother once lived?

She can tell her mom and Ned are nervous by the way they smile at each other and huddle close together. It still feels a little uncomfortable, whenever she sees them being affectionate with each other.

“Sansa, Bran, I would like you to meet Jon and Arya,” he said, motioning to the rambunctious Stark kids as they come into the living room.

They both look a lot like Ned. Dark hair, grey eyes, and long faces, except Jon’s hair is curlier. Sansa realizes she’s probably seen him in the hallways at school, but they’d never spoken or shared a class as far as she knows. The girl—Arya—looks at them with narrowed eyes before her brother nudges her forward.

“Nice to meet you,” she said to them mechanically and they repeated her words. Jon shook their hands but seemed to avoid looking Sansa in the eye.  She didn’t know why, but it irked her. Sansa didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot with the Starks. They were going to be living together, whether they liked it or not.

But as they sat down to dinner together, Sansa got the feeling she and Bran were not particularly compatible with Jon and Arya. Their respective parents didn’t seem to notice. Arya rolled her eyes at Sansa’s careful table manners. She only wanted to make a good impression. Jon barely spoke at all, much to Sansa’s annoyance, and by the way he still avoided her gaze, she was becoming convinced that he disliked her for some reason. She wasn’t sure it was the most promising beginning to her new family.

[xteslaangel]

Shadow of the Day | Elijah Mikaelson

Notes: Still not familiar with the whole tumblr writing, but I’m going to post some things I’ve written in the past. I’m also hoping to produce more recent work, but this writing piece is something that I’m very proud of.

This is my take on Elijah’s life as a human. It’s in his point of view

What did it mean to be a Mikaelson? His father was a notorious Viking warrior with a fierce temper while his mother was a powerful witch with a strong soul that would do anything in order to protect her family. Elijah wasn’t just the son of Mikael. No, he was much more than that. He had untapped power flowing through his veins and he wanted to unlock that power. Henrik gravitated towards magic and so did Kol, but Elijah actually never used his powers. Not yet anyway. Magic was something that he was always curious about, but his father wanted him on a different path. The path of a Viking warrior. And according to him, warriors had no time to dabble in magic. So, the second eldest son of Mikael shifted to a different path and attempted to become the man that his father wanted him to be. A son that his mother would be proud of. Elijah Mikaelson would become the warrior of the family.

 The sun peaked over the mountains as slowly ascended towards the center of the sky. Elijah’s eyes slowly opened when he felt someone shake his body. “Elijah. Elijah get up.” He could hear his younger brother’s voice and the older Mikaelson groaned slightly. “Niklaus.. I’m trying to sleep.” Because he knew that today would be another long day of tedious training with father. “Father isn’t awake yet. And I grabbed two swords for us.” He said and the older Mikaelson sighed before opening his eyes. His gaze fell upon the swords that his younger brother had grabbed and then his gaze shifted back to his brother. “Father will have our heads if he sees us sparring.” In Mikael’s eyes, you shouldn’t wield a sword unless you were prepared to kill. So every other time that they sparred with each other, their father lectured them. Mikael mainly scolded Elijah and then physically hurt Niklaus, but there was still so much life in his brother despite the consistent abuse that he was forced to endure.

 As the older brother trying to look out for his younger brother, he always wanted to step in and stop their father. But he knew that Mikael would just turn the rage that he had on him if he ever tried to interfere. Niklaus also wouldn’t want Elijah to take the fall for him, but he was the one that was older. He was the one that was supposed to be responsible. But it seemed that Niklaus wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “He always tries to ruin our fun. Will you stop being so serious for one minute? Come on.” The older Mikaelson rolled his eyes before getting up from his makeshift bed. “Niklaus.. slow down.” He groaned as his brother handed him one of the swords. “Father will be awake soon. That gives us just enough time to practice.” He said with a wicked grin. A smirk of his own formed on his lips as he followed his younger brother out of their home. One sparring match couldn’t hurt, right?

 A small crowd began to form as Elijah and Niklaus faced each other in the heart of the village. His mother was awake along with their siblings and they decided to watch the little match while they were taking care of their own work. With a sword in hand, he lunged at his brother, but Niklaus was successfully dodging his attempts. Then Elijah noticed a familiar face in the crowd. Tatia. The woman that he and his brother both fancied. “Don’t look now, brother. We have an admirer.” He said with a grin, but Klaus decided to look anyway. And when his guard was lowered, he proceeded to knock his brother down and pinned him to the ground, the sword resting on his throat. “Distractions, Niklaus, might cost you your life.” He said with a smirk, attempting to sound like their father, but with a mocking tone. Of course he didn’t mean anything by it and he was joking, but just as he held out his hand for his brother to take it so that he could help him to his feet, Mikael stormed through the village until his gaze rested upon Elijah and Niklaus. “What is the meaning of this?” He asked and Elijah was about to speak when Mikael raised his hand. “I wasn’t asking you.” He said, turning his gaze to Niklaus. “I tell you that these swords aren’t for games and yet, you continue to defy me.” He said and Elijah stepped in. “It was my idea, father. I apologize.” He said and Mikael turned and slapped Elijah across the face. “You speak when you are spoken to.”

 It wasn’t uncommon for his own father to hit him whenever he tried to defend Niklaus. And yet, he would never stop standing up for his brother. He didn’t deserve the abuse that he received, but Mikael believed that he was weak and that he needed to be taught a lesson. There was nothing that Elijah could do to make their father see differently, so he was forced to watch Mikael discipline his younger brother once again. He grabbed the sword from Elijah and began to swing it at Niklaus. He was forced to watch in horror as his brother fell to the ground and their father placed the tip of his sword against Niklaus’ throat. But instead of backing off like Elijah did earlier, he pressed it hard enough against his throat to draw blood.

 “Father.” Elijah said as Mikael removed the sword. “Consider that a lesson, boy. You should not wield a sword if you are not prepared to kill.” He turned away from Niklaus, not bothering to help him up and he began to walk away. “Elijah. Come with me. Now.” He said, but he didn’t turn to face his son while he spoke. Elijah turned to Niklaus and held out his hand. The look in his eyes was apologetic. Elijah hated that there was nothing that he could do to stop this abuse. Klaus took his hand and stood up, wiping off the blood with his other hand that had formed on his neck. “ELIJAH!” He heard his father yell out. “You should go.” Niklaus said. “I’ll be fine. I always am.” He said with a pained smile. Elijah nodded. “We will talk later.” He said and Klaus nodded and handed Elijah the other sword that he had before his older brother went off to follow their father.

 While in the forest, Elijah gripped the sword that was in his hands. He thrusted towards his father, who expertly evaded his attempts to strike him. “Good. You have excellent form, Elijah.” He said. “It’s such a shame that you waste your talents playing childish games with your brother.” He said and Elijah changed his position to get better access to his father. “They are not games, father. Sparring helps me train.” He said and, in an instant, Mikael quickly moved towards Elijah, disarming him and holding the sword to his throat. “If you are not prepared to kill me, you will never become a master at wielding a sword.” He said as he glared at his second oldest son.

 “I would not dare to strike my own father.” He said through clenched teeth and Mikael proceeded to hit him. “Good sons know not to talk back to their fathers.” He responded and Elijah could taste the metallic liquid that formed in his mouth after getting hit. He spit it out before turning back to his father. “Just because I said that I would not strike you?” He asked. He didn’t want to hurt his father and yet, whatever Elijah did was not good enough. “Feelings make you weak. Caring makes you weak. On the battlefield, there is no room for such useless emotions.” Elijah slowly shook his head. “I do not want to believe that, father. Because those are the feelings that make us strong. To be a Mikaelson does not just mean to be a warrior. It means so much more than that.” And Mikael was about to strike his second oldest son again for such defiance, but Elijah’s sword dropped to the ground as he held his hands up to shield him. And then something unexpected occurred.

 The wind whipped around Elijah and his father and a blast of powerful energy left his hands and struck Mikael before he had a chance to hit him. Mikael was shocked and his eyes were wide as he flew through the air, the wind getting knocked out of him when he landed on the ground. Elijah’s own hands started to shake as he realized what he had just done. His eyes were wide as his gaze went down to his hands. “Father..” He quickly went to Mikael’s side, but he was already fuming with rage. “No.. this cannot be happening.” Mikael said with a growl. “Who has been teaching you magic? Has it been Esther?” He asked as he stood up. “No.. Mother hasn’t been teaching me. She knows that you don’t want me practicing magic.” But Elijah had not been practicing. He was curious about the untapped power that he had, but he knew that father would never approve. And yet, when he needed power the most, his abilities came to light.

 As Mikael stood up, he shoved Elijah out of the way. “We will discuss this later.” He said and his father stormed out of the woods to go back to the village. A sigh escaped Elijah’s lips as he slowly shook his head. He needed to speak to his mother and figure out what was going on. He made his way back to the village and back to his home. He expected to see Mikael there, telling at Esther. But he only found his mother starting to prepare the meal that they would have that evening. Before the full moon. “Mother.” He said and Esther turned to look at him with a smile. “Elijah. You arrived just in time. Can you help me?” She asked and he nodded. He began to place vegetables in the cauldron that she had in order to prepare a soup after Esther had prepared the broth. “I need to speak to you before father gets here.” He said and his mother turned to look at him with a worried expression. “What is it, my son?” She asked.

 Elijah had never felt so vulnerable in his life. And yet in this moment, that was exactly how he felt. With a shaky breath, he continued to speak. “I struck father.. but not with a sword. He was about to hit me because he was furious with me. And when I held up my hands to protect myself from the blow, a surge of energy struck him instead. I know that I have never tapped into my powers before.. But I do not know what to do.” He said and Esther’s eyes were wide after he had mentioned that he had used magic against Mikael. “Come here..” She said and held out her arms. Elijah immediately wrapped his own arms around her and gave her a firm hug. “It’ll be okay. I can teach you.” She said and Elijah shook his head. “Father will be even more furious. You know as well as I do that he never wanted me to have these powers. Because he wanted me to follow in his footsteps.” And Elijah would have followed proudly.

 Esther knew where he was coming from, so she nodded her head slowly. “Then.. we can drop the subject. Never speak of it again.” She would have done anything to please their father. Sometimes it sickened Elijah that she would stand aside and not do anything to protect her own children from him. But in a way, he understood. Because he would turn on her like he turned on his own children if they protected Niklaus. “That might be the best idea.” He responded. But Elijah wasn’t going to seek guidance from his mother regarding his powers. No, he was going to speak to his two youngest brothers. Kol and Henrik.

 After dinner was done, Mikael barely looked at Elijah. But he didn’t bring up what happened in the forest. When he was asked how training went, Mikael said it was fine and Elijah agreed. Then they continued to eat their meal in silence until it concluded. It was still fairly early in the day when Elijah approached his younger brothers, Kol and Henrik. “Elijah. I would have thought that you would be spending your time with Rebekah and Nik.” He said with a slight scoff, but the older Mikaelson rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I wanted to speak with you and Henrik. About magic.” He said and Kol raised an eyebrow. Henrik was the innocent one out of the whole Mikaelson clan. But Kol decided to speak up again. “And why would our father’s most prized son want to know about our gifts?” He asked with a laugh.

 “Because I struck father with a magic blast. If my powers have awoken, I want to learn how to control them. I cannot have mother teach me. So I figured that you two would be the next best thing.” He wanted to learn how to control these powers so he wouldn’t hurt anyone else. And instead of ignoring him like father wanted him to do, Elijah wanted to embrace him. “We’d love to teach you.” Henrik said before nudging Kol. Of course Kol wanted to object, but he decided to go along with Henrik. “Fine. What do you want to know?” There was so much to learn when it came to magic. And he knew nothing. “The basics?” He asked and Kol rolled his eyes. “Amateur.” He muttered under his breath.

 About an hour had gone by and the sun was slowly beginning to set. “Elijah, you’re not doing it right.” Kol said impatiently. Without even blinking, Kol formed a ball of fire in his hand and then he extinguished it with his powers. “You have to harness the energy. Feel the earth around you. Draw from that.” He said as Henrik watched the two of them. At this point, Elijah was frustrated. But he finally did what Kol told him to do. He closed his eyes and felt the earth around him. He used that to draw from and when his eyes opened, he saw a ball of fire in his hand. He smiled wide and his brothers clapped. “Good job, Lijah!” Henrik said with a grin. But then Kol turned to see the villagers starting to gather so that they could all go underground before the people in the neighboring village turned into beasts during the full moon. “We should get going.” Kol said and Elijah nodded, extinguishing the flame the same way that Kol did. “I will catch up with you two.” He said, wanting to find Tatia first.

 It didn’t take him long to find Tatia, the most beautiful woman in the entire village. She was preparing to go to the catacombs with everyone else, but Elijah approached her. “Elijah.” She greeted him with a smile when she noticed him advancing towards her. “I know my way to the catacombs. You don’t need to escort me.” She said with a laugh, but Elijah laughed slightly before shaking his head. “I am aware of that. I just wanted to show you something before we go.” He said and she raised an eyebrow. “Elijah Mikaelson keeping secrets? Now that’s not very noble of you.” She said and he grinned before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss against her lips. “Come with me.” He said and her smile widened as she followed him. “Where are we going?” She asked as she followed him outside of the village. They weren’t too far from the catacombs, but no one else would see them.

 “Right here is a good spot.” He said. “You know of witch heritage. How my mother knows magic and Kol and Henrik also practice it.” He said and Tatia slowly nodded. “Of course. Why?” She asked curiously. “Watch.” He said and he closed his eyes. He gathered up the energy from the land around him and the wind picked up slightly. Tatia’s eyes widened as she looked around and then she saw a ball of fire form in his hand. “Elijah..” She gasped. “You can practice magic too?” She asked and he nodded. “Apparently, I can. I just learned that today.” He said. “And I wanted to share it with you.” He stated and Tatia wrapped her arms around him after he extinguished the flame. “That is a remarkable gift. I am highly impressed.” She said with a grin before placing a soft kiss against his cheek. “I would love to see what else you can do.. but we should get going. The full moon is almost at its peak.” She said and Elijah nodded before taking her hand and leading her towards the catacombs.

 When he arrived, he noticed that Niklaus and Henrik were not there. Esther’s gaze turned to look at Tatia and Elijah and she had a worried expression. “Where are Niklaus and Henrik?” He asked curiously. “We thought that they were with you.” She said and he slowly shook his head. “No.. But I am sure that they will be fine. They know where to take shelter if they cannot get here in time.” He said and Elijah huddled closer to his family when he heard the sound of a wolf’s howl. The wolves were out and no one would be safe if they left the catacombs.

 The morning slowly came and everything was back to normal in the village. Except they heard Niklaus’ cries of horror as he came back into the village, carrying Henrik’s torn body. Elijah’s eyes widened as he looked at the scene. “No..” He didn’t know what to do. Mikael and Esther rushed over to Niklaus as his younger brother placed Henrik’s body on the ground. He could hear Esther’s screams and Mikael pushed Niklaus out of the way. Elijah rushed to his mother’s side and wrapped his arms around her as she wept in horror. He was still trying to process all of this. Less than a day earlier, he had been with Henrik and Kol, laughing and spending time with each other. And now his youngest brother was gone. Killed by the wolves. This felt like an act of war.

 But Esther was determined. That same night, she created a spell that would protect her children so that she would not lose anymore of them to the wolves. Except she had no idea of the dire consequences that would follow. She used Tatia’s blood to help with the spell and unknown to the Mikaelson siblings, they drank Tatia’s blood which was mixed with their wine while they sat down for their evening meal. And later that night when Elijah was able to retire to his room so that he could fall asleep and forget about the whole day, Mikael entered unannounced.

 “Father? What is it?” He asked curiously. He had his sword in his hand. “You will see soon enough.” He said and his father began to advance towards him. Elijah’s eyes widened. “No.. No please.” He tried to plead with his father, but it was no use. Mikael thrust his sword into Elijah’s beating heart and his eyes widened before his life was taken from him. His eyes closed and his lifeless body fell to the ground.

 Elijah Mikaelson was no more.

[thedreammweaver]

Merry for the First Time (Burton-Schumacherverse au, teenage!riddlebird, angst, hurt/comfort)

Warnings: drug abuse mentions, child abuse/neglect, mention of forced dieting, withholding of food as punishment, planned but not executed filicide

Oswald huffed as he followed after his mother, greatly disliking the fact she’d drug him along to help her with Christmas shopping. She was in the middle of trying to remember something, frazzled as usual from whatever she took to take the edge off when dealing with Oswald. It felt like he was waddling after her forever all across the shopping center but she finally decided to call it a day.

Once they were in the car Esther was anxiously drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. “Can we go home now?” Oswald whined, leaning against the window. Esther cleared her throat “No...you have a doctor’s appointment today.”

Oswald could’ve sworn he felt the world stop turning “No, I don’t.”

Esther was already exasperated “Oswald, please-“

“No!!” Oswald screamed, folding his arms and turning away from his mother. His doctor visits were always tortuous, he got poked and prodded and ridiculed just for the doctor to say he didn’t know what was wrong. Esther gritted her teeth and squeezed the steering wheel before putting on a fake nice voice “If I get you ice cream will you not make my life a living hell for just a few hours?” Oswald pondered what his dignity was worth for a moment before nodding, stubbornly.

Oswald absently fiddled with the hem of his pajamas as he sat in the hallway listening to his parents fight.

“You spoil him too much! That’s why he’s like this!”

“He won’t do anything I say unless I spoil him! You do the same thing!”

“You’re high, Esther.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try dealing with that thing sober..can barely stand to look at him.”

Unfortunately the all boys school Oswald was forced to attend didn’t let out for winter break. That meant he still had to deal with teasing from his peers over holidays the holiday season. He was sitting by himself in the grass during a break between classes while all of the other boys were together doing whatever ‘normal’ boys did. He was cranky as his father had once again forced him on a diet. Tucker was a little obsessed with trying to ‘correct’ the one thing about Oswald’s appearance that was changeable. He and Esther had looked into surgery for the nose and flippers, much to their dismay there were was seemingly no sum of money that could convince any surgeons in the area to operate on a thirteen year old. Oswald’s mood didn’t improve when he felt a small rock hit his back followed by snickering. It was soon followed by another rock and thenanother. “Hey, lardass!” Oswald recognized the voice as Harvey Dent’s. The boy was an angel in front of teachers but could be quite the bully once out of their eyesight. “Harvey, cut it out.” This voice made Oswald seethe, it was Bruce Wayne. “Shut up, Bruce. You make jokes about him too.”

“I don’t throw rocks at him..”

Oswald knew if he was going to be angry at anyone in the moment it should be Harvey, but there was something about Bruce that infuriated him. The perfect hair, perfect smile, everything about him was too perfect. Everyone had been doting on him since his parents died, if Oswald ever had to hear the words ‘Poor Bruce’ again he thought he might just lose it. He didn’t see the big deal, having parents wasn’t all it was cracked up to be either and Oswald didn’t get any sympathy for that or for anything...everyone was so worried about Bruce. He acted so innocent and good but he treated Oswald just like everyone else did. Without realizing it Oswald had gotten up, something about Bruce made everything in him cry out to rip the other boy to pieces. All Oswald saw was red as he felt himself charging Bruce.

“You put another boy in the hospital, Oswald, do you even care??” Esther asked, exasperated as she tried to focus on driving Oswald home from the lengthy meeting they’d just had with his principal. “It’s just a few broken bones..” Oswald mumbled.

“I really wonder what’s wrong with you sometimes.”

“He was being mean!”

“Oh, trust me, pal. A lot of people are going to be mean to you. You can’t attack everyone for it.”

“Yes, I can...”. Oswald folded his arms.

“Good then you’ll go to jail and I’ll never have to see you again, that’ll be nice.” Esther said spitefully. “Why can’t you just be normal for once???” She sighed “Poor Bruce...” That was it. Oswald didn’t know what came over him but he just started shrieking and kicking the back of Esther’s seat.

Oswald huffed as he laid face down in bed, having been sent there without dinner for his behaviour that day. He was going to try and go to sleep when he heard his window opening and something thumping against the floor. “Ow.” Ed mumbled though he recovered quickly. He giddily came over to Oswald’s bed “Ozzie..” he sing songed softly, pushing on Oswald’s shoulder. Oswald just groaned and moved away. “Oh..you’re in a bad mood, huh?”

Oswald weakly swatted at Ed.

“That’s okay, Ozzie. I still love you.” Ed said, crawling onto the bed to hug the other boy. The kind touch made Oswald’s heart melt. “Oh! I brought you something.” Ed took off the green backpack he had on and rummaged through it for a few seconds before pulling out a tub with a raw fish in it. He slid it over to Oswald who wasted no time in opening the tub and starting to eat it.

Ed looked at him a bit sadly “Your parents didn’t feed you did they?”

“How did you know that?” Oswald asked with his mouth full.

“I heard about you putting Bruce Wayne in the hospital, preppy bastard probably deserved it.”

Oswald shrugged, continuing to eat.

“Did you think about what I said? About running away together?” Ed asked. Oswald paused. “Eddie, I don’t know...”

Ed huffed, and lifted up his sleeve. Oswald’s eyes were immediately drawn to the bruises on Ed’s forearm. “I have them everywhere.” Ed said stoically “I’m leaving no matter what but I’d rather be doing it with you.”

“I-I... okay, I just need some time to think.”

“Please, Ozzie. I don’t wanna spend Christmas by myself...or with my father.” Ed pleaded, laying down in Oswald’s lap.

The next day Oswald was once again listening to his parents bicker, being suspended from school he had little else to do, the sound of them yelling coupled with the feeling of the hard floor under him had become so familiar. The light from the sunset hitting the floor was quite pretty though, so at least he had that to look at. He’d stopped paying attention to what his parents were saying until his father said something that made his blood run cold. “I wish we’d gone through with getting rid of him when he was a baby..”

“Tucker..”

“We were right there on the bridge about to throw him in when you suddenly decided you felt bad for him!”

“You don’t have to yell at me! I wish we’d done it too..”

There was a beat of silence as Oswald listened intently.

“Well...it’s not too late.” Tucker hummed.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Think about it, Essie! We could have the house to ourselves again.. Christmas to ourselves.” Tucker was already daydreaming as he grabbed his wife by the shoulders.

“I- even if we were to do it..I don’t even know how to go about something like that.” Esther mumbled.

“The kid’s a pig, he’ll eat anything, I doubt he’d notice if we slipped something into his supper tonight.”

“We could pay someone to dispose of him and be rid of the body by morning...” Esther was daydreaming as well now.

“I have a better idea. I’ve met with a few ‘collectors’ that would pay a pretty penny to have those flippers in a display case.”

“You’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you, dear?”

“You have no idea.” Oswald’s heart was beating so loud as he snuck back to his room he was almost afraid his parents would hear.

Oswald startled a bit at Ed entering his window. “Hiya, Ozzi-“

“We’re leaving.” Oswald cut the other boy off, he was busily packing a few things into a backpack.

“Why the sudden change of mind?” Ed asked, genuinely curious.

“I heard my parents planning to poison me, they said they would do it tonigh-“

Oswald was cut off by his mother calling him down for dinner, he hurriedly finished his packing. “Do we have to go by your house or are you ready?” He asked, grabbing a coat from his closet and putting it on.

“I’ve been ready for weeks.” Ed answered, gesturing to the backpack he had on his own back everytime he came to visit Oswald. Ed suddenly looked nervous “I haven’t actually thought of where we should go....”

“I have an idea.” Oswald assured, taking Ed’s hand.

Ed shivered as he and Oswald entered the abandoned penguin exhibit in the old zoo. Oswald wrapped his arm around the other boy to share body heat, the cold of the place didn’t phase him too much. “Y-You’ve been here before right?” Ed asked. “Yeah, I was running from those jerks at school when I found it.” Oswald lead Ed deeper into the place. Ed startled when he heard squawking behind them and turned to see a penguin. “Oh, I should’ve mentioned there’s still penguins here.” Oswald chuckled. As Oswald and Ed kept walking the penguin followed curiously for a bit before losing interest. Soon the boys turned a corner and Ed was surprised to see a sort of dwelling in a corner of a long abandoned room. There was a mattress with pillows and blankets on it as well as a lantern and a few books. “I...come here sometimes to get away from everything.” Oswald admitted.

Ed stirred slightly from where he’d been snuggled under Oswald’s arm while the other boy read to him. He could hear bells from a clock in town signaling it was now midnight, Christmas Day. “Merry Christmas, Ozzie.” Ed mumbled, sleepily but happily, sinking back into Oswald. “Merry Christmas, Ed.” Oswald cooed, kissing Ed on the forehead.

[tvdiaries-imagines]

Old Flame: Pt. 9

Warnings: Some cursing

Word Count: 3487

OLD FLAME MASTERLIST: CLICK HERE

Your eyes lift open. You’re unaware how long you have slept but seeing that the sun’s rays are still visible through the French doors, it’s still daylight. Last you remembered was making up with Klaus and falling asleep to his heavenly fingers brushing through your locks. 

You threw the covers off and set your feet to the floor, finishing whatever blood is remaining in your glass before setting it back on the bedside table. Your bladder was full so you raced to the en suite bathroom to relieve it and wash your hands. 

Walking out of the en suite, Klaus opens the door of the bedroom and seems relieved to see you. “Perfect timing, love. Now get proper because you’re going to run a little errand with me.” 

“Where are we going?” 

“To retrieve an item I need from Marcel.” 

After driving quite a distance away from the compound, Klaus parks his SUV in front of a fairly large building surrounded by brick. “This is where he lives?” You asked, hopping out of the vehicle and shutting the door, following beside Nik to the entrance. 

“Yes.” He replied. 

Entering the eerily quiet and vacant looking building, you had to climb a great amount of stairs before you finally reached Marcel’s living quarters. It was not too shabby compared to the rest of the building. Who you’re assuming is Marcel, he is all alone here. He has nicely tanned skin and is made of muscle. 

“Marcellus!” Klaus greeted with a grin. 

“Well look what the cat dragged in.” Marcel’s eyes flickered at Klaus before setting on you. “And you must be Y/N. Heard a lot about you and your history with this guy.” Marcel gestured an arm at Klaus, who is gazing out the large window. 

“Is that so?” You muttered, taking a seat on the couch. 

“Word gets around fast in this city.” Marcel walked over to his makeshift bar, starting on pouring his glass with dark liquor. “So let me guess, Klaus. You need a favor.” 

“A painless one. I promise.” Klaus turned to face Marcel. “There was a necklace I gave you a long time ago. It has a leather strap with a metal bird on the end.” 

“Yeah, you gave it to me when I turned 11.” Marcel made his way to the nearest shelf and reached inside a box, pulling out the exact necklace that Klaus described. 

“You remembered.” Klaus responded. Your heart warmed at the thought of Klaus once seeing Marcel as a son. Oh how times have changed. 

“Mikael’s back, Elijah’s babbling on about family drama, and you’re here looking for antique jewelry.” Marcel made known, handing the ancient necklace to Klaus. 

“It seems so, Marcellus.” Klaus said. You rose to your feet and walked towards the duo, brows furrowing in curiosity at the piece of jewelry. 

“What is that necklace for, Nik?” You asked. 

“Yeah, do I even wanna know why you’re asking for a necklace that your mother gave you?” Marcel added. 

“Believe me, Marcel.” Klaus ignored your question, but you didn’t take it personally. “You want no part in the latest chapter of our sprawling family saga.” Marcel cast a glance at the necklace Klaus was holding up to his chest. “Thank you for holding onto this.” Klaus placed the necklace in his front pocket, grazing his palm on your lower back as a gesture to leave. “Let’s go, sweetheart.” 

“Bye Marcel. It was nice meeting you.” You waved and smiled at Marcel as you followed Klaus’s lead to exit. Marcel nodded his head at you, the corner of his lip quirking up.  

Once you were both in the car, you proceeded to ask Klaus again what he needed the necklace for. He answered willingly and explained that him, Elijah and Hayley need it for a spell. 

When you returned to the compound, the sun was beginning to set and the French quarter was even busier with tourists. Inside the compound, Klaus met with Elijah and Hayley in regards to the necklace. He sent you to your room, informing you to dress formal for the reunion dinner later. You were slightly anxious to reunite with Esther again because the last memory you have of her is trying to kill your beloved. 

After washing your face, you sifted through your luggage to look for the most formal thing you own and you had no luck. Plopping yourself on the foot of the bed, you pouted, nearly wanting to tell Klaus you won’t be joining. But instead, you had an idea and decided to call Rebekah even though it was a long shot. 

After a few rings, she surprisingly answered. “So she answers.” You said matter of factly. 

“Apologies, sister. I had my reasons. Now why are you calling. Has Nik drove you mad yet?” 

“No but I need help.” You sighed. “I need a nice dress and I know we’re about the same size so-”

“Go to the basement and when you’re inside, open the first door to your left and you’ll find racks of dresses.” 

“Great. Thank you so much, Rebekah.” You said as you headed towards the basement. 

“Of course, Y/N. Take care of yourself.”

“You too.” The call ended. 

(1 hour later…)

Wearing Rebekah’s stunning all black gown, it featured off the shoulder straps and a sweetheart bust. You also showed off a little leg with the high slit and you felt absolutely glamorous in this gown. Klaus told you to dress formal and you did exactly that. You also wanted to look good in front of the enemy. 

As you were applying the last of your red lipstick, a gentle knock sounded on your door. “Come in!” You said. 

“Are you ready, my love?” Klaus uttered from behind you. 

You put the lid back on the lipstick and left it on the vanity, giving one last look in the mirror. “Now I am.” You stood, giving Klaus a well deserved elevator look. “Wow. This is the first time I’ve seen you in a suit in awhile. You look handsome.” 

You implied. Klaus didn’t look too happy though. 

“I look ridiculous.” You rolled your eyes playfully at his response. “You, however, look ravishing. Shall we?” He smirked, holding his arm folded out for you and you hooked onto it. 

Klaus led you to the dining room. The last time you were here was when you gave Elijah a piece of your mind. Klaus stood, resting his forearms over the chair’s backrest at the head of the table. You took a seat next to him and Elijah came striding in with 3 wine glasses and a bell. 

“Are these outfits really necessary?” Klaus asked his older brother, expression hardened. 

“Sister, you look lovely tonight.” Elijah flashed you a soft smile, careless whether you’re still upset with him or not. 

“Thanks.” You said flatly. You’re still a little upset with Elijah, but not enough for you to not be cordial with him. 

“Appearance is a way of showing respect, Niklaus.” Elijah said to Klaus, setting the wine glasses to the appropriate spots. “Mother will be more likely to surrender her true intentions.”

“I doubt her guard will drop because I’m dressed like a bloody lawyer.” Klaus’s expression did not soften. 

“Nik, stop.” You chuckled. 

“We need every advantage we can get.” Elijah implied.

“You always did excel at diplomacy. Just know that if she tries anything, especially to Y/N, I’ll tear her new body to pieces.” 

“I fucking dare her.” You spat. 

A man with a slim face and chocolate skin wearing a black suit struts in, laughing sadistically. “You two haven’t changed a bit. Linens and silk can’t disguise your pathetic self loathing.” He glanced numerously at Klaus and Elijah before directing his entire focus onto Klaus. “And you...despite the arrogant facade and your love for this woman before me, you’re still the same paranoid little boy. Full of hate and fear.” 

Your hands balled into fists and your jaw clenched at this man’s unnecessary remarks. Klaus began to notice, so he gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist in an effort to calm you. 

Your eyes flickered from the stranger to Klaus. The original hybrid didn’t seem phased at all. Instead, he seems humored by it. Elijah glared at the stranger, appalled by his insults.

“Forgive me.” Elijah started, sauntering towards the annoying man. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.” 

“You mean, you don’t recognize me?” 

“Who the hell are you?” You said aloud. 

“So much for the unbreakable bonds of family, huh? Always and forever indeed.” The stranger stated, eyes widened. 

“It’s been a long time…” Klaus dragged, Elijah snapped his neck to Klaus, as if trying to piece together Klaus’s response before he brought his focus back to the stranger. “...Finn.” 

Your lips parted and chills ran down your spine. “It can’t be.” You whispered. 

“Now that the introductions are out of the way, let’s eat.” Finn said. 

While the room was filled with thick tension, Elijah began pouring yours and Klaus’s glasses before finishing off pouring his own and then Finn’s. You and Klaus clinked your glasses together before sipping, not bothering to include anyone else. 

Finn inhaled just above the rim, savoring. “What an aromatic Bordeaux.” 

“Well, it was a challenge to find a good pairing.” Klaus snickered. “What wine goes well with treachery?” 

“Don’t pout brother. Tonight is meant to be a happy occasion.” Finn responded. He and Elijah took a seat. Like clockwork, the servant walked in and began setting the table. 

“What exactly are we celebrating?” Elijah questioned, muddled. 

“Why, my return, of course.” Finn exclaimed. 

“Oh please.” You whispered in annoyance, rolling your eyes as you shake your head in disagreement. Klaus must have noticed because he flashed a grin at you and winked when you caught his eye.  

You excuse yourself from the table and ventured off to the grand kitchen to fetch yourself a decanter of blood from the counter, filling a brand new glass cup a quarter of the way. 

After doing so, you welcomed yourself back to the most disturbing dining experience. The table was already served with food and out of the blue, Klaus throws a butter knife at Finn’s direction, aiming for his hand that’s in the air, but he misses and it sticks to the other chair at the head of the table. 

“Jesus, Nik.” You exclaimed. 

Finn pulls the knife free. “I suppose the honor of carving should go to the oldest. We have much to discuss. Let’s start with you, dear Y/N.” He waves the knife in the air. 

“What about me, Finn.” You glared, arms folded over your chest as you leaned back in your chair. 

“I see you are still blind as ever.” He raised a brow. “Still acquainting yourself with my siblings.” 

“Yes. And?” You remarked exasperatedly. 

“Your dear friend, Malachai doesn’t seem too pleased. So much that he has joined forces with mother.”

“Okay, what is your point here because when I hear words come out of your mouth, all I want to do is rip out your vocal chords.” You unfolded your arms and leaned forward, eyes firing into Finn. Finn has always been your least favorite sibling of the Mikaelson’s and you weren’t afraid to voice it. Elijah’s a walk in the park compared to him and your anger towards Elijah started to deplete thanks to Finn. 

“Easy, love.” Klaus put his arm out towards you as a barricade and you leaned back in your chair again. “I have other ideas to torture my brother.” 

“Well he started it.”

Finn snickered, pleased that he got under your skin. “I’m rather enjoying my evening.” 

“And I’d enjoy you getting to the point instead of bothering Y/N with your incessant chatter.” Klaus mentioned. 

“I had 900 years to learn to be patient. Although, I am curious why you kept me daggered in a box for so long.” Finn focused on Klaus. 

“You were daggered for being an ever simpering sycophant. Did you mother bring you back from the dead so you could wash her knickers?” Klaus said snidely. Elijah glanced at you when you nearly choked on your wine. 

The next few excruciating minutes resulted in Finn ranting about being abandoned in a coffin for 900 years. All of which started to make you feel like you didn’t belong at this dinner table anymore since you are completely irrelevant about this topic. But the food smelled utterly delicious that you wanted to stay for it. So, where the hell is Esther?

“Like father, you’ve always despised our supernatural existence.” Elijah exclaimed. “Father, of course, slaughtered and consumed his own. Whereas you became pretentious and dull, much like this meal. I will not ask again. Where is mother?” 

“Oh my darling son.” Esther AKA Cassie strolled in with swagger. “I’ve missed you too.”

“Why don’t you say what you came here to say so this wretched night can end.” Klaus chimed in, evidently vexed from her presence. 

“It pains me that you and Elijah—and also you, Y/N—look at me with such disdain.” Esther made known. Your body stiffened hearing your name from her mouth. “I wish you could see that my every action has been to protect my darling sons.” 

“You actually believe that, don’t you? I knew you were a liar, but now I see you’re utterly delusional.” The hybrid spat. 

“If you can, forget the hatred that you cling to and remember all the times I’ve mended and healed you.” Klaus chuckled at his mother’s poor excuse for her actions. 

Esther began bringing up the time that Klaus challenged his father to a duel and he failed because he was weak. The reason Klaus was weak was because she spelled the necklace to weaken him so that he wouldn’t trigger his curse by killing any man who challenged him. 

You flinched and nearly gasped when Klaus hit the table, quivering with anger. “You ruined me. You left me to suffer at the hands of a father who valued only strength.” 

“I kept you from becoming a beast for as long as I possibly could.” Esther pleaded. 

“Oh, you lied to me to hide your own transgressions because of your own fear!” Klaus roared, quickly jumping to his feet, not caring what falls off the table. “My whole life, I sought the approval I was denied by the man who I thought was my father!”

“Oh Nik.” You muttered, frowning as you stood, trying to take his hand but he was too caught up in his hatred for his mother that he shook your hand away. Elijah also couldn’t take it anymore that he slowly paced, wishing that his mother didn’t bring this side out of Klaus. 

“You turned me into the weakling he hated!” Klaus shouted, Esther’s eyes fell. “Look at me! You rant and you rage about the monster I’ve become. But you, mother, you are the author of everything I am.” 

Instead of responding, Esther began to look pale and her face contorts as if she was going to be sick. But instead, she passes out and Elijah is quick to grab her before she falls to the ground. 

“What the hell just happened?” Was all you could muster. Both Klaus and Elijah were just as puzzled as you are. 

“She’s gone.” Elijah replied, dumbstruck. 

In a split second, Elijah vamp speeds to attack Finn, but Finn’s reflexes are too quick that he knocks Elijah to the ground with a flick of the wrist. Klaus also vamp speeds towards his eldest brother and you followed suit, but before you knew it, all you saw was black and you fell to the ground.  

(Later…)

“Wake up, my love.” You heard whispers of those four words from far away, yet you couldn’t reach the source. “Wake up.” After fighting and fighting, your eyes finally freed open. The first thing you see is Klaus dressed in his casual wear, sitting beside you at the edge of the bed, legs hanging. 

“Nik, what happened? What happened to Esther?” Your voice croaked, leisurely blinking your eyelids. 

“Are you feeling alright?” 

“Yes. Yeah I’m fine but I’m going to kick Finn’s ass.” You sat up, pupils flared and feeling completely awake and well. 

Klaus let out a faint chuckle. “I don’t doubt it, love.” 

“So what happened with Esther? The last thing I remember is you yelling at the top of your lungs and then she passed out.” 

As much as you wanted to ask Klaus how he was feeling after the outburst he had in regards to Mikael, you knew you shouldn’t. There’s no need for you to reopen that wound and you know that talking about it is the last thing Klaus wants to do. 

He sighed heavily. “It seems she’s left Cassie’s body and Elijah’s informed me that she’s taken on another one.”

“Well that’s great.” You blurted with sarcasm. “And Finn?”

“He’s run off like a coward, of course.” 

Your brows snapped together, realization hitting you. “Wait, how is it that you woke before me and even had the time to change your clothes and also bring me up here?” 

“Did you forget, I have a thousand years on you.” The blonde made known, smirking. 

“Right right. So don’t we need to go after Esther and Finn? I feel perfectly fine.” 

“Elijah has it handled. But for the moment, let’s focus on you and I.” Klaus gently placed a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Okay sure. So what about us?” Your eyes unsystematically glimpsed at his soft lips. His touch seems to have an affect on you. 

“I have been meaning to ask you something.” He uttered, anxious.

“Sure. Ask away, Nik.” You responded lightly as you shifted to sit up even straighter, ready and willing to hear the original’s question.

“When do you plan to return to Mystic Falls?” He asked carefully, awaiting your reply. Your lips parted, blinking.

“Um. I honestly don’t know. I actually haven’t had the chance to think about it. Why?”

“Let’s just say, I am in no rush for you to leave my city just yet.” Klaus admitted. His face lights up, as if relieved that you didn’t say soon. But it’s true, you didn’t give yourself any time to plan your leave. All you know is that you don’t want to leave tomorrow or the next day.

“Is that right?” You fluttered your lashes and your bottom lip finds its place in between your teeth. Those exact words are what you needed to hear from him.

“I admit, your company is quite the enjoyment.” Klaus placed a hand over your thigh closest to your knee in reassurance. 

“Enjoyment? That’s all I am to you, huh? So calling me ‘my love’ and ‘sweetheart’ is just for kicks and giggles?” You replied lightheartedly and he caught on. “And Finn calling me ‘the woman you love’ was just a lie. Hmm?” 

“Oh don’t act mindless with me, my love. You know how important you are to me.” 

“Mmm hmm. Sure Nik.” You said in a playful tone. 

Klaus surprised you when he suddenly rubbed his thumb across your thigh. “I swear that I mean it with every bone in my body.” He muttered, your heart skipped a beat. 

“I believe you.” You responded in a low tone. 

He rubbed your thigh again and just like magic, a familiar feeling tingles in between your legs and you couldn’t help but slightly squirm from the feeling, battling to push it aside while Klaus searched your face. 

You gingerly removed Klaus’s hand from your thigh and he frowned. But Instead of bolting out of the room, you hopped off of the bed and shut the door before whooshing yourself across Klaus’s lap with a smirk, tangling your arms around his neck. The sudden change of motion caught him by surprise and he abruptly lit up. You looked him dead in the eye and he didn’t say a word while his hands captured your small waist underneath your blouse.

Without thinking it through, you leaned down and crashed your lips onto his. The feeling was electrifying and his plump lips tasted like delicious nostalgia. The way his lips melted perfectly together with yours made it blatantly clear that he’s been dying to relish in your sweet lips again.

As you lose yourself in this gratifying escape, flashbacks of love making in Klaus’s old mansion flooded your memories. It caused you to deepen the kiss with a tongue war and you lowered Klaus onto the mattress so that you were hovering over him. 

You leaned back for air and Klaus flashed his signature smirk before rapidly hovering over you in the blink of an eye. 

“Allow me to makeup for lost time.” Klaus murmured seductively.

Neither of you planned for this night filled with ecstasy. 

-

A/N: Part 9 finally arrived! So sorry for the really long wait. I ended up rewriting it because I wasn’t happy with it, but I’m extremely happy with the rewritten one. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter :) your sweet comments are very appreciated! Love you all!

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[boat-dock]

Finn

here’s part five of my Mikaelson family oneshots! and also it’s my person headcanon that Hope talks like a normal teenager until she get around her family then she mimics their over dramatic and old timey way they talk and structure sentences. this is not really important but but isn’t it.

when Hope’s long dead uncle Finn appears in Mystic Falls she must make an ally out of him as she frantically prepares for the impending war

Hope wasn’t sure how she got into this situation, truly she wasn’t. She not sure how the mayor ended up unconscious at her feet, how there is a very confused sheriff pointing a gun at a very angry vampire with a bullet laced with werewolf venom embedded in his shoulder. Accept she did. Of course, she did, because she was the only one who could handle things well in this town.

But let’s go back a ways and explain what’s going on. It started with Dr. Saltzman getting a frantic phone call for Mayor Donovan saying that an original vampire was in the town square, he didn’t know Hope could hear them. He left without telling anyone why but she was faster and made it here before he did. 

Let’s set the scene. Thankfully the square was empty save for the mayor, the sheriff, the vampire, and four teenagers huddled off to the side. Rafael stood in front shielding the others as best he could and behind him was Landon, Maya, and Ethan, wide-eyed and confused. They were problems for later, right now she needed to diffuse this situation. 

What she sees stops her dead in her tracks. Of all the original vampires she had been preparing herself to see, her long-dead uncle Finn was not one of them. He was tall with mousy brown hair cut close to his head and a glare that could have caught the town on fire. 

She arrives just on time to hear the gun go off. The wooden bullet flies from the Mayor’s gun and buries itself in the back of Finn’s shoulder, his knees buckled and he groans in pain, the thick smell of werewolf venom hits her nose. The wound would hurt like a bitch but it wouldn’t kill him.

From here she goes on instinct, using her magic she pulls the gun from mayor Donovan’s hands and strikes him with it. He crumples like a rag doll. Something in the back of her mind says that this is a horrible idea, but it’s blocked out by the blood rushing in her ears. If her Uncle Finn is here then there’s a chance that more of her late family members are too, in fact, it’s more likely that he isn’t the only Mikaelson family member resurrected than him being the only one. If history is to be trusted then Esther is plotting to save/destroy her family that requires them all to walk the earth again. 

But if Esther was back at it again then they had bigger issues. 

He’s still kneeling on the ground, unnaturally still. “Drop the gun,” the sheriff says, shakily shifting the gun between Hope and her uncle. 

“Sheriff Mac if you know what’s good for you, you will let me handle this situation,” she gets no answer but shifting from the kids behind them.

“Hope you just pistol-whipped the mayor,” Landon whimpered. 

She ignored him, “ you are in over your head,” she continued,” this vampire has been killed by this town multiple times and I’m sure he would be more than happy to repay the favor,” a little exaggeration wasn’t a crime,” so take your children and go.” she falters and Hope knows she’s won. 

Silently the sheriff and her children flee from the square, tails tucked, but alive and safe. That’s all she can ask for these days. 

Hope releases a heavy breath out of her nose trying to steady herself, now comes the hard part. Landon’s voice cuts through the air,” Hope,” she says louder this time, “You just pistol-whipped the Mayor,” he was clearly very distressed over this, but Hope couldn’t bring herself to care.

“ He deserved it,” she fired back, as Finn slowly got to his feet and turned to face her, he studied her with an unnerving intensity. She aims her gun at him, her hands were slick with sweat but if she had to fire her aim would be true. “And if anyone’s going to make threats here it’s me.” 

The two boys retreat under his gaze, “who are you?” 

Her eyes flash gold. He didn’t know who she was. The prideful part of her is offended, the rational part of her knows he died when she was two and spent very little time with her even then, but the logical part of her starts to figure out how to use this to her advantage. 

Silently she wills her eyes golden again and lets the vein creep down her face, to anyone else it would seem like she was losing her temper. Finn’s frown deepens, “ Ah you’re one of my brother’s hybrids.” 

“Not quite,” she shots back, cocking the gun with a satisfying click as she aims at his heart. 

“Those bullets will not kill me,” there was that Mikaelson cockiness that is so familiar to her. She’s fallen prey to it herself on more than one occasion. 

“Maybe not,” she shrugs, “ but they can put you out of commission for at least twenty-four hours, more with one in your heart.” she didn’t want to shoot him, truly she didn’t. He was a very powerful ally to have if she could win him to her side instead of Esther's; it could be the tipping point of whatever war was brewing. 

Once again he asked,” Who are you,” he glared and sized her up like she wasn’t just a teenage girl against a thousand-year-old immortal. He had good instincts. 

“That’s kind of a hard question, cause you see there’s no one else like me,” she mused, enjoying seeing the wheels turn in his mind. She slowed her words and smirked, letting the drama and pride roll off of her in thick waves, “ one part crescent wolf, one part original vampire, and one part Mikaelson witch.” she gave a mock bow, letting the gun hang lazily in her hand.

His mouth dropped and he realized who she was. He took a small step back, barely noticeable but there was a shift in how he held himself as he realized that she could hold her own against him if it came to it. “You…” he breathed.

“Enough of that we have bigger fish to fry,” she retorts, lowering the gun to her side, she doesn’t feel like rehashing the past. He wasn’t the best uncle, but he only tried to kill her once which is less than some of the other members of her family. 

Forgive but never forget, that’s what her grandma Mary used to tell her.

“And what might that be?” he brought one hand to his wound, clearly in pain. 

“I don’t know how you’re here but since you are then other dead members of our family could be also,” her heart beat faster as she let herself consider her father being here alive -well undead- and well in Mystic Falls, maybe even looking for her as she spoke. 

He turned his head, “ you want to find your father,” it wasn’t a question, just a statement and an accurate one at that. More than anything she wanted to find her father. 

“Yes,” she breathed, emotions flitting across her face before she brought herself back on track,” but I think we should focus on those who are a threat first. 

He huffed a laugh, it was strange and unnatural, “ not many who say Niklaus is not a threat,” 

She rolled her eyes. Of course, her father was a threat, he’s all-powerful and violent and has a temper that could overflow oceans, but he wasn’t a threat to her or any that stood with her. He wouldn’t hurt someone if she asked him not to, she’d seen it on multiple occasions. “The most likely way that you were brought back would be by Esther, she’s done it before and if Esther’s back then she probably brought Dahlia back with her,” the words were like dust in her mouth. Her mind was moving too fast, jumping to dangerous, horrifying, and completely possible conclusions. 

“My mother despises Dahlia she would never bring her back,” there he was defending her like the loyal son that he was. She doubted that would change even if she made him an ally, a thousand years of beliefs didn’t change just because your niece asks for your help. 

“No, they made peace before they died, they went to the other side together as sisters,” he didn’t believe her. To him it was an outrageous claim, his entire life Esther had instilled the fear of god into him when it came to Dahlia. 

“Even if that was possible Freya would have told me before I died,” Freya, that was her in with him. He loved more than any of his other siblings. She wasn’t a vampire- an abomination- like the rest of them. 

She could use Freya, “ Yes because she just loves to talk about Dahlia in her free time.” 

“Say this was true,” he started before fading out. Hope could see his armor crumpling piece by piece and she had to repress a grin.” You fear she will come for you again?” he asked. 

“No,” she answered bluntly and strangely it was true. Since she was a child she feared Dahlia coming for her again, but now as she actually faced it she was afraid for herself,” I don’t fear for myself, they won’t take me alive- you have my word on that,” he raised his eyebrows slightly, impressed by her words and her foolish bravery, “ but Freya has a son, he’s three and the best of us,” Finn sucked in a ragged breath. He saw exactly what she did,” and I imaging Dahlia would love nothing more than to take him from us,” 

“What do you need from me?” he growled, a fierce protectiveness overcame him as he thought of his oldest sister’s child. Hope knew he would never feel that way about her. 

“Just an ally, uncle Finn,” she couldn’t ask for too much yet, she couldn’t ask him to stand against Esther not until they know all the facts, not until they can stand as a family. He blinks when she calls him uncle, shocked. 

The Mayor stirs beneath her, still unconscious but slowly coming to. The Saltzman’s car pulls up on the other side of the square, and Dr. Saltzman jumps out with Sheriff Mac at his heels. Great. 

Finn doesn’t acknowledge this, “ I fear I won’t be able to do much in my current state,” he pulls at the collar of his shirt, revealing this red and festering wound. The black veins were already spreading under his skin.

They are running out of time. “Hope,” Dr. Saltzman warns as they make their way over,” move away you don’t know what you’re doing,” 

She moved closer, offering her wrist like an olive branch,” allies?” 

His fingers wrap tentatively around her arm as he sinks his teeth in, she’s been fed off of before but she didn’t enjoy the process. 

“Hope,” Dr. Saltzman shouts as her uncle pulls away, her blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his wound already healing. 

“Allies,” he answers. Then he grips her arm tightly and whisks her away from the prying eyes of the town square. Whatever was going to happen next was Mikaelson family business and no one else’s.

[meowdymista]

v. we might be dead by tomorrow

Part of the Devil’s Backbone project - Masterlist

“My God, is that Sadie Adler?”

Turning around, the woman’s mouth drops open. “Arthur motherfuckin’ Morgan!” she squeals, throwing her arms up and hugging him tight. “Oh my god! I thought you were dead! Am I dreaming? Is it really you?"

"It's me, alright." He groans as he squeezes her close, both of them laughing as he finally releases her and holds her at arm's length. "What the hell are you doin' here?"

"Bounty huntin' mostly." She slaps his arm looking him up and down, her eyes still sparkling with disbelief. "What about you? What have you been doin' all these years that you couldn't drop by to say hi to your good friend Sadie?"

"Avoidin' Pinkertons mostly." He nods at the bartender who promptly pours two double shots of whisky. They toast and only Arthur pulls a face. "Been travellin' around with Jack and Abigail, tryna get them settled someplace."

"You're still with them?" She nods appreciatively. "Does that mean you and Abigail…?" He gives her a blank stare. “Are you two… together?”

“Oh! Nah, o’course not. She’s always been in love with Marston.”

“Well, John’s been dead goin’ on eight years now.”

“So’s Jake. Have you met someone?”

Sliding another dollar to the bartender, she blows a long raspberry. “Have I hell. I think that was it for me. I’m not exactly meeting the best of suitors in my line of work.”

Arthur shrugs, accepting the beer she pushes into his hand. “Well, there you have it.”

“Oh no, you ain’t getting off that easy! You can’t be tellin’ me you ain’t ever slept together?”

“The women we travelled with were working girls, Sadie, with the exception of you. I mean, even Molly was startin’ that way ‘til Dutch picked her up.”

“I meant since I last saw y’all.” She laughs at the colour creeping up Arthur’s neck. “I knew it!”

“It ain’t like that, Sadie-”

“Well what’s it like then?” she teases with a big smile.

“It’s- y’know what it’s like. Some nights are more lonely than others.” His gaze is fixed on his fingers as they pick at the label,

“So you’ve only done it once or twice?” The heat starts burning in the cartilage of his ears. “Or once or twice this week?”

“We ain’t done it this week!” Arthur sits up a little taller, his cheeks still burning.

“No sexual activity at all?” He glances at her, his faltering voice making her laugh. “Arthur Morgan, how I’ve missed you!”

“Shurrup!” he growls, shoving her gently and draining the rest of his beer in one. “Don’t you have some work to be gettin’ on with?”

“Why? You sick of me already?” Her hand squeezes his shoulder until he meets her gaze. “Listen. I’m happy for you. You deserve to have a loving family.”

“You got the wrong end of the stick. I’m just helping ‘em get settled. We bought some land and built a ranch on it. When it’s paid for itself and they got a foot on this farming shit, I’ll leave ‘em to it.”

“How old is the ranch now?”

“About a year or more.”

“And you’re set on movin’?”

He shrugs. “I ain’t gonna outstay my welcome. Just wanna make sure they’ll be alright.”

Shaking her head, she heaves a deep breath. “What’s Abigail say about that?”

“We ain’t really talked about it-”

“So you’re sleepin’ together, runnin’ a ranch and helpin’ with her boy… but you’re still intending to leave?”

“Shit, Sadie, it won’t be for a while yet. Another year or more... it depends. I don’t know. Nobody knows.”

Quiet blankets the conversation. They each accept another beer, drinking wordlessly.

“Pearson runs the shop out in Rhodes now,” she states calmly.

“Really? Good for him!”

“Got himself a wife too - Esther.” Her sideways glance is enough to tickle him. “She’s got him as whipped as his Aunt Cathy!”

“Well, it weren’t for lack of suitors!” He laughs remembering their first trip into Rhodes. “Damn, Mrs Adler. Where does the time go?”

“Speak for yourself, old man! Them grey hairs had to come from somewhere.”

He scratches the stubble on his jaw self consciously. “Shurrup. I’m retired.”

“Didn’t know reprobates could retire.”

He chuckles again, shaking his head as he stands up. “Me neither, but it’s nice to try.”

“Well if you ever want any work, you know where I am. Most towns have bounty posters up and around. If you need money for the ranch, or if you’re serious about leaving ‘em to it…”

“Huh, maybe. I used to pick some up back in the day. You got an address, or an alias if I wanna write?”

“Nothin’ particular. Send it to wherever you hear from me last. No alias - this is legal work I’m doin’ now, so Mrs Adler is just fine. Yourself?”

“Beecher’s Hope, West Elizabeth.”

“Near Blackwater?”

“That’s the one.”

“I heard there’s some rough folk thataway.”

“The Skinner Brothers? Yeah, they can be pretty nasty.”

She hesitates. “I guess I can see why you want to stick around a bit longer… To make sure they’re safe.”

He agrees without much commitment - that reason is as good as any. “You should drop by if you’re in the area. I’m sure Abigail and Jack would love to see you and how well you’re doing for yourself.”

“I’ll definitely think about it.” She offers her hand, but he knocks it aside and pulls her into another hug.

“I’ll see you again, Mrs Adler.”

“Another time, Mr Morgan!” She tips her hat as Arthur waves back.

*****

Rufus gallops across the ranch as Arthur rides in trying not to jostle his arm. “Go away, boy,” he hisses. “Where’s Jack? Go play with Jack.” He swears as the dog begins to bark at him. His horse is too used to his grumpy antics to be moved by the aging pup.

He nudges his horse to the barn doors, using the bottom of his bow to prod them open ahead of the mare. Inside, he swings himself down, not caring if there is a steaming pile of manure where he lands. He's fortunate to land on the concrete with little more than a hiss at the jostle. Moving to the nearest stall to light a lamp, he finds Jack reading besides his favourite calf.

"Hey, Uncle Arthur."

"What are you doing out here at this hour?" he growls, snatching the book out of his hands and marking the page with a feather from his hat. "Get inside!"

"Y-yes sir." The boy is clearly taken aback. Arthur rarely exposes his fierce side nowadays - mostly he is calm, quietly cheerful, and appreciative of even the smallest conveniences. He scrambles to his feet, reaching out for the book when his eyes are drawn to the wound with a horrified gasp. "Uncle Arthur!"

He grimaces, still trying to usher him outside. "Shurrup! You want to wake everyone?"

"You're hurt!" It is more of a question than an exclamation, but his stuttering doesn't expect an answer. "What happened? Are we in danger? Is it Pinkertons? What do we do?"

"Shit, Jack! Breathe!" He squeezes the boy's shoulder, staring him in the eye. "It's nothing you need to worry about. No one's coming here, no one is coming to hurt us, alrigh'? Take a breath before you pass out or somethin'."

"Then what happened to your arm?" Arthur resists the urge to roll his eyes. "It looks pretty deep. Did a bear get you?"

"Sure."

"Do we need to get the animals in? What if it comes onto the ranch? What were you doing out so late anyway?"

"Boah!" Gritting his teeth, he closes his eyes to help keep his composure. "Get to bed or God help me, I ain't above knocking you out to get some peace!"

When he opens his eyes he expects the boy to be moving away, but instead he's leaning in to look at the wound.

"You need me to bring Ma? You look like you need stitches."

"No!" He grips his arm tight enough to make him whimper. "Do not breathe a word of this to your mother. This is between you an' me, a'right?"

"You need help-"

"I can take care of myself." He releases him and steps back, beginning to get supplies from his saddle bags. "Don't you go breathin' a word about this to anyone, y'hear? Nobody."

Jack watches tentatively as the man begins to remove his jacket and shirt. Seeing the ripped flesh makes his stomach churn. "What can I do?"

"I told yer-"

"Let me help." Jack nods once, his small soft face gripped with determination. "What do you need? I- I know where Ma keeps her sewing kit. An' I'm sure there'll be some boiled water left over for drinkin'. Will salt help?"

Arthur sighs, his body sagging as he deliberates. He has never been good at accepting help. The only reason he accepted any help in the past was because of Grimshaw's steadfast stubbornness or he was outnumbered. All those years of being strong… standing tall… and now he can't even scare a boy out of a barn.

"Fine. Bring me a clean union suit too. I think I saw my blue one knocking about somewhere. An' a pair of pliers - the small ones. Should be under the sink or up in the loft with Uncle."

The boy runs off leaving Arthur to reflect. For a boy without his father, he was growing up strong. He was lucky to have his mother's lust for learning, but somehow his father's gait had survived, especially when he ran. Sometimes Arthur would catch himself watching him and remembering the crap John got into at his age. If John was a coyote, Jack was a fox. He had a good head on his shoulders, and always assessed the risks rather than blundering in blindly like his father did. It was just a shame that the recklessness had been completely swallowed by such delicate hesitation - some things were best learned by jumping in the deep end.

The door creaks as Jack slips back inside breathless, his cheeks rosy from the exertion.

"I was quick as I could. Nobody saw me I don't think."

"Good." Arthur pulls the cork from an open bottle of whiskey with his teeth, spitting it against the wall before chugging its contents. “C’mere. Best we get to by the light if you’re gonna do this.”

Jack gulps as Arthur sits himself on the milking stool, wincing as he inspects the wound. “D’you got the pliers?”

“Right here, sir.”

“OK, now I’m gonna need you to take a look in the wound. I’m sure one of ‘em got me with an arrow before the bastard sliced me.”

“An arrow?” repeats the boy, swallowing his stomach as he eyes the mess of flesh. “You said it was a bear?”

He scoffs. “I’ve said many things in my life, Jack Marston, not all of them honest.”

The boy doesn’t reply. He’s trying to breathe through his mouth but the iron in the air still caresses his tastebuds. “I can’t see anything, Uncle Arthur.”

“Alright. Grab a shirt from Gwyn and bring over the salt water. We gotta get this clean before you sew it up.”

“I ain’t done much sewin’ before.”

Arthur grunts. “Now’s as good a time as any.”

The boy is obedient. He tries to be as careful as possible, but despite his ginger pats, a hiss still seeps out between his teeth. Arthur leans his head back against the barn wall to keep himself steady.

“I saw Sadie Adler when I went out Valentine way. D’you remember her?”

Jack thinks back as he wrings the shirt out. “Maybe?”

“Well, she’s doin’ well. Bounty huntin’. Said it’s good money.” He exhales sharply. “I been doin’ some here and there. Mostly fraudsters or petty thieves. None with any fight or any weapons or shit.”

“Why?”

He tilts his head to review the boy’s reaction. The whiskey and blood loss has loosened his tongue. “I want to help you and your ma buy this place outright. Eight dollars a day is plenty to keep y’all fed and clothed but the bank likes to charge more the longer it takes you to pay it back.”

“Ma will kill you if she finds out.”

“Don’t tell her.” He grips the boy’s wrist with his good arm. “Please? This- this was foolishness. I knew I shouldn’t have taken it.”

“So why did you?”

“I used to be a good shot. A few years back I could have taken ‘em out without any bother, but either I’m gettin’ slow or they’ve got faster.” He glances at his arm and scoffs. “Maybe both,” he grunts as he takes another deep swig of liquor.

“OK, well, it looks clean. Still doesn’t look to be anything much in there.”

“A’right. Bring a needle an’ thread over. Next bit is easy, ok?”

After Jack overcomes his squeamishness, Arthur is sewn up in no time. The boy helps him clean the smaller cuts and injuries, including a bullet in his leg that hadn’t gone too deep. By the time he’s finished, Arthur is dozing, slumped against one of the beams. He wakes him with a gentle shake and heaves him to his feet.

“Hol’ up a minute.” Arthur staggers to the horse and begins to pull at the saddle. Seeing what he’s trying to do with limited mobility, Jack quickly unfastens the clasps and helps set it aside. “Thanks, son.” He ruffles his hair fondly. “Y’know, you look like your father did at your age?”

“Really?” Jack pulls his arm over his shoulder, leading him in the direction of the house. Colour is beginning to light the sky. It must be near three in the morning.

“Yeah. I didn’t care much for him then.” He snorts laughing. “Your Uncle Hosea wasn’t best pleased with me.”

****

Arthur grunts as a hammering brings him back to consciousness. His body is stiff, his mouth dry, his head thumping without the noise. Squinting in the morning light, Jack is sticking his head through the door.

“Uncle Arthur? Are you ok?”

“Never better,” he growls sarcastically. “What’s up?”

“Mrs Adler - the lady you spoke about last night? She’s outside.”

[imnotdoneyet-forreal]

Deals with the Devil- 11

Author: Amanda Preston

Summary: A need to fill a void and an encounter to start something new, Elijah and Katya never knew that a simple one night stand would wind up into a love affair filled with family drama and side deals gone wrong.

Deals with the Devil Masterlist        

        “Where’s the fire and how do I put it out?” Marcel greets as he enters the conference room. He was dressed as handsomely as ever and caught a few admiring looks from a few editors as he walked by the cubicles.         

       Katya couldn’t help but laugh at him having grown accustomed to his dramatic entrances and the lingering stares in his wake. 

        “I really need to destroy that knight-in-shining-armor mentality you have when it comes to me,” Katya responds. “I think it’s going to your head.” 

        Marcel just shrugs as he settles down into his seat. 

        “Where’s D?” he asks as he looks around the vacant room. “Thought she’ll be here.” 

        “She’s getting her sketchbook,” Katya answers. “I told her she’ll need it.” 

        “You’re finally getting her off the bench,” Marcel notes with a grin. “That’s good.” 

        “The girl deserves it,” Katya tells him. “Plan on hiring her the moment she graduates.” 

        The conversation comes to stop as Davina enters the conference with her tablet and sketchpad. The excitement of the unknown task ahead very evident on her face. 

        “Ok let’s get started,” Katya states as Davina takes the seat next to Marcel. “I’ve gathered all of you here today because Vikings Co. has decided to dump a very big and important project on MoonStone: Online Publishing.” 

        “Understood,” Marcel responds. “But why am I here for it?” 

        “Because I need your networking skills to get me the best of the best when it comes to Web Design,” Katya answers. “I need a web guy.” 

        “You already have one of those.” 

        “I have an IT guy which is a completely different playing field,” Katya clarifies. “I need a web expert that has experience from design to coding.” 

        “Alright,” Marcel acknowledges as he pulls out his blackberry and starts to scroll through it. “I can put out some feelers and see who reaches back.” 

        “Oh, I… I think I know of someone,” Davina speaks up. 

        “Who?” Katya asks. 

        “He’s a friend,” Davina answers gaining a bit more confidence. “His name is Josh and he used to be the TA in one of my classes.” 

        “Used to be?” 

        Davina’s nerves come back at the question and shrugs. 

        “I mean… he hacked into our school system and got asked to depart on his own account,” Davina explains. “But I swear, it was for a good reason.” 

        Katya couldn’t help but share a look with Marcel who just shared her amusement. 

        “And what was this reason?” 

        “A student identified as non-binary but the school refused to change the gender specification on their transcript. Josh did so easily but he got caught.” 

        “And what is this Josh up to right now?” 

        “He’s bartending,” Davina states. “But he was just shy away from graduating, at the top of his class too, and I promise he’ll be on his best behavior. That is… if you give him a chance.” 

        Katya can’t help but share a look with Marcel again. They were both enamored with the headstrong girl and it was hard to resist her request. 

        “Alright,” Katya gives in. “Let me meet him for myself and if he fits the MoonStone mentality then we’ll go on a week trial to see if he can keep up to our standards.” 

        Davina tries to calm her excitement but it was evident through her smile. 

        “Ok, I’ll reach out to him,” Davina answers. “I promise he won’t let you down.” 

        Katya chuckles at the girl’s promise and nods. 

        “Onto the next order of business,” Katya states. “I have no idea what the next step for this is so I was hoping someone might clue me in?” 

        Marcel chuckles and nods. 

        “I can do some research on the legal side of online publishing but that’s about it,” Marcel offers. “I could probably start on some patents for the name MoonStone and it’s affiliation with Viking Co. but it seems to me that as long as you don’t have your web engineer, then you’re stuck.” 

        Katya sighs and nods. 

        “Yeah… that was what I was afraid of.” 

        “I can start making some mock-up designs for the website?” Davina offers up. “I just need some insight as to what direction you want me to take.” 

        Katya nods at Davina’s offer as her drive returns once more. 

        “Alright, well… I was thinking we keep to our origins,” Katya states. “Our colors, our logos, our language. This is still MoonStone so we have to represent ourselves online as we are in person.” 

        Davina takes in the notes and is quick to start sketching out ideas. Katya’s mind roams free as her creativity flows endlessly. Marcel remained silent as he watched two of his close friends glow beautifully as their passions took over them. 

*

 ��      The business day was already done but Elijah remained in his office working. Gia had bid him goodbye a while ago but he couldn’t recall how long ago that was. Elijah ignored the glaring clock on his desk and continued to read through his paperwork allowing that to fill up his time and mind. 

        A soft knock breaks him from his concentration and he looks up to find an unexpected guest. 

        “Mother?” 

        “Hello, son,” she answers as she steps into his office. She looks around the space analyzing the decor and ambiance before her focus returns to Elijah. “Like what you’ve done with the office.” 

        Elijah finds himself fixing his tie as his mother’s stare landed upon him. 

        “Thank you,” he answers. “How did you find me here?” 

        “Oh, I called your assistant,” she states as she takes her seat across from him. “She told me you were still at the office.” 

        Esther removes her gloves and tucks them into her designer purse. She doesn’t smile nor does she frown as she picks her next words. 

        “Nice girl, your assistant,” she comments. “Wonder why such a thing would put me on hold all day when I’ve been trying to reach you?” 

        Elijah refrains from sighing knowing the hidden accusation from his mother’s words. 

        “Mother, I…” 

        “No, need to explain,” Esther cuts him off. “Children grow up. They don’t need their mother’s looking over them.” 

        Elijah knew there was no excuse he could use to appease her. She would hold this betrayal over his head before she found another source of power. 

        “What can I do for you?” 

        Esther takes her time to respond even though Elijah already knew what she was here for. Her eyes stray to the window behind Elijah that illuminated the other buildings around Viking Co. She hums pensively before looking back at him. 

        Even though they were both seated at equal height, Elijah couldn’t help but feel like he was being looked down upon. 

        “I assume Niklaus came to speak to you on my behalf,” Esther states. “He came by the house for a quick moment before disappearing again.” 

        “Yes,” Elijah answers. “He paid me a visit. Told me that something was going on with Kol.” 

        “That boy,” Esther sighs out. “I’ve done everything I can for him and he remains ungrateful. He’s gotten kicked out of Stanford for selling answer sheets. He did the same thing at UCLA and now he refuses to go to Yale after I made a very impressive donation. I told him I could get him into whatever school he wants but he refuses to go back. I’m at my last wits which is why I need your help.” 

        “I can try to speak to him…” Elijah starts to offer but his mother is quick to interrupt him. 

        “Oh, dear, noble Elijah,” his mother responds. “Speaking to him won’t help him much. Kol needs structure. The kind of structure you gained when you came to work with your father when he ran the company. I need you to give him that and perhaps that will stick.” 

        Elijah was at a loss of words. 

        Kol was a hurricane of a person. He created disorder wherever he went. There was no stopping him. 

        A characteristic that came from their very stubborn mother. 

        “He needs this, Elijah,” his mother pleads. 

        Those words were the final nails to his coffin as Elijah had no other choice but to agree. 

        “I’ll take him under my wing,” Elijah reluctantly states. 

        “Good, I thought you would,” Esther praises as she starts to pick up her things to depart. Now that she had achieved her goal there was no reason for her to stay any longer. She slides her gloves back on and stares down at her son as she rises from her seat. 

        He looked tired. A little worn out. Too much work and not enough life could do that to you. 

        A soft gaze crosses her face at the thought but she’s quick to diminish it. 

        “You work too much,” she comments with a scowl. “Perhaps that’s why Katerina left you. Such a good girl, that one. Very well connected, good genes… Should have tied her down when you had the chance.” 

        Elijah doesn’t respond not knowing that the truth would only serve as ammunition to his mother to shift or change him into what she wants him to be. 

        “We weren’t a good match.” 

        “Hmm,” Esther hums as she turns to leave. She stops by the door and lets out a sigh. “Gia, your assistant, she’s a pretty one. It’s cliche to marry the secretary, I know, but the girl’s got potential.”

        “Mother…” Elijah sighs out. 

        “Alright,” she mutters. “I’ll stop… for now.” 

        The threat lingered in the air as she left leaving Elijah drained at the potential future meddling fro his mother. It didn’t help that his mind was soon occupied to the incoming presence of his brother Kol. 

        The workday had certainly grown longer in the span of five minutes.

[tribridkissed]

Hope PSA

‘The Originals’ is very important to my Hope’s characterization. If I have a chance to address her traumas, so mention stuff she did in that time frame, it will happen. So here is a run down of my most mentioned things from it for those of you that have only seen ‘Legacies’:

HOPE MIKAELSON IS A FIRSTBORN MIKAELSON WITCH. The show was severely nerfed her powers and it bothers me every single time I have to deal with it, but she can do things the others can’t. She can withstand things the others can’t, like clearly dark magic. Hope has dark magic in her veins practically through Esther so let’s not pretend on that part. Also looking at her lineage and how she’s blood related to the two powerful witches that CREATED the vampires and the werewolves, she clearly had to be nerfed. I get it, but if any of that has a chance to come into play when she’s talking about stuff, her ancestry will be mentioned. (Also she was trained by the most powerful witch alive at the moment, which is Freya, so...)

She straight up tortured Roman for being involved in her mother’s death. I know ‘Legacies’ had her forgive him and glossed over what happened between them, but Hope is over him, and so am I. He used and manipulated her and I’m proud of my baby for not being able to snap and kill him, but also Hope won’t pretend she doesn’t fully regret him, because she does, and he messed her up a bit, which is why she’s so hard on Landon when she shouldn’t be. TRUST IS HARD FOR HER.

Speaking of Landon, they met in ‘The Originals’, and when we met Landon as the audience, their conversation told us that she and Landon had talked quite a bit in the past. We aren’t given an exact timeline on their already clearly existent friendship, but he has taken her order before, knows her family is here, knows the school she goes to, misses her when she’s not in that part of town, and clearly already had a thing for her, and her for him. At the point we meet him as the audience, she is dying slowly and painfully from the Hollow inside of her, but she still manages to go on their little date to the festival and dance (and Landon is not bad at it, omg), and it was an obvious setup for ‘Legacies’, but they have HISTORY. Hope will always point this out, so don’t be surprised because it is truly canon. They moved along so fast in the pilot not just to set them up for the new fans, but because us older fans already knew they had a connection and it wasn’t a surprise it got deeper.

Also the timeline of ‘Legacies’ is driving me nuts. Several times in ‘The Originals’ it was pointed out that Hope Mikaelson was a 15 year old girl. Then in ‘Legacies’, they mentioned the two year time jump and she was called 17 at one point. She and Landon both. So then the twins had their 16th birthday party, and according to ‘The Originals’ AND THE WIKI PAGES, Hope is two years older than the twins...so her 18th birthday was glossed over. We can pretend that she was in Malivore when it happened, but her birthday is May 2, and everyone is acting like she was only gone June-August...so I call bullshit on that.

That brings me to recent events, were we are saying she came back for the new school year, September, and she and Landon got back together in October...meaning since she got back right as Josie and Landon started to become an actual couple, he and Josie were short lived at best. So her going straight to hugging PDA, and being smug about Simulandon, and getting mad Landon hadn’t just come back to her, makes sense, even if people want to give her hate for it. The boy she’s had years of history with and was in love with, dated some other girl for a month and if you think she cares that much, you’re wrong. I love my baby, but I also know my baby pretty well and she’s protective of what is hers. She cares about Josie’s feelings, most definitely, but she is not in the least bit sorry she has Landon back.

Now, the next episode is supposed to be the twins already having their 17th birthday party so...in a few months, according to their own canon and Wiki pages, Hope should be turning 19 soon. She’s one of the main characters on this show...where are her birthdays? The twins have their birthday in March, and then in May comes Hope, and I’m kind of bitter that my baby deserves a birthday and she hasn’t had one on the show yet. HER 18TH BIRTHDAY WAS COMPLETELY IGNORED. I know the twins seem to be the favorites, but Hope Mikaelson deserves better.