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crescentblud · 3 months

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⸻ #CRESCENTBLUD , a dependent 𝙃𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙀𝙔 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇 / 𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼 𝙇𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙄𝙍 for MYSTICAEHQ ; heavily influenced by my own headcanons and take on the character . loved / hated by lily , she + they , twenty8 . will frequently feature mature / triggering topics ⸻

𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : hayley marshall ›› werewolf ›› phoebe tonkin .

❛❛ aesthetic. ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― a broken crown that only belonged to her , bloody pawprints left imprinted along the decaying woods under the blood full moon , there’s a wildness in her eyes that you just know there’s more animal in her than human ― ◜ ❏ . ― →

𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

name . . . . hayley marshall / andrea labonair

nicknames . . . . n/a

age . . . . 21

sexuality . . . . heterosexual

date of birth . . . . june 6th

place of birth . . . new orleans , LA ( unknown to her )

gender . . . . cis woman

pronouns . . . . she + her

current location . . . . mystic falls , VA

languages . . . . english , spanish , russian .

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

zodiac . . . . gemini

bad habits . . . . tends to speak before she thinks

hobbies . . . . drinking , dancing , and watching bob ross

fears . . . . unknown

other mentionable details . . . . it's important to note that this is hayley before she met shane or worked with him .

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

faceclaim . . . . phoebe tonkin

height . . . . 5'8''

hair color . . . . brown

eye color . . . . green

birthmark . . . . as a Labonair on her right shoulder, lies the Crescent birthmark.

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

parents names . . . . unknown .

parents relationship . . . . hayley has no relationships with her bio parents but that's a lot better compared to her adopted parents .

pets . . . . n/a

income . . . unknown

residence . . . . hayley is staying at a motel

𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

― Andrea Labonair was born in New Orleans, Louisiana on June 6, 1991, into the Labonair Family. The Labonair family was one of the two royal families which ruled the Crescent Wolf Clan, which itself ran the French Quarter. As a baby, she was betrothed to Jackson, the heir of the second family of royalty in order to unite the two bloodlines which had grown apart due to in-fighting.

― Shortly after her birth, her parents were killed by her own people, later revealed to be Jackson’s grandfather. Marcel Gerard (the leader of the vampires and an acquaintance of her parents) found her in her cradle. He took her, protecting her (following his rules about kids). When he asked a witch, Brynne Deveraux, possessed by Céleste Dubois to curse the Crescent Clan to stop them he spared Andrea to give her a better start in life. Instead to keep her for his own ends he gave her to Father Kieran who found her a new home. .

― Andrea was adopted by another family, and was renamed Hayley Marshall, unaware of her past and her werewolf gene. She triggered the werewolf curse when she was drunk on a boat trip and accidentally killed someone. She transformed for the first time in her adoptive parents’ living room; after wreaking havoc on their house they kicked her out when she was 13 .

― Hayley had been on her own since then, occasionally joining up with wolf packs but never staying anywhere for too long. She has a mark on her back which looks like a crescent moon which she had assumed was just a birthmark and thought nothing more of it. .

― yet she decided to start searching for her birth parents and where she had come from . Which brought her to town .

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justminawrites · 11 months

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Amaranthine

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Summary: A Hades and Persephone retelling of season 1 of The Originals.

The kore arrived in the final dredges of autumn, her nut brown hair looped delicately into a crown of laurel leaves and wolf-teeth, her hands protectively clutching her belly; seeking a man, a god, a paper king that haunted the french quarter of New Orleans, the Underworld.

Aptly named for its vivid connection to that which lay beyond the grave, and the supernatural entities that often frequented it, the Underworld was a lively place indeed and the maiden nearly fell prey to many of its dangerous charms the moment she uttered the name of the man she sought.

“ Klaus Mikaelson ?”

In this world, being an Original was synonymous with being a god.

The long-suppressed fear would shine in their eyes first, interrupted by bemusement and then finally by malice. And then they would attempt to coax her into partaking of a poison or two. While the Underworld undoubtedly knew him to be the ruler, its residents however held many grudges. Gods that could not be appeased were a dime a dozen and useful as broken crowns; irrefutable and Sisyphean and twice as violent.

Luckily, this time she’d happened upon the brother of the false king, the white knight Elijah, the one to keep the monster in check and think him capable of goodness despite his never-ending list of gruesome crimes - and when the maiden whispered to him her reasons for soliciting his assistance, the righteous brother knew without a doubt that this was his final chance to save the depraved soul of Klaus Mikaelson.

So he took her to the lair of the beast.

“ Hayley ?”

They were at each other’s throats almost immediately. Well, to be more accurate, his hands were at her throat pinning her against the wall, her skin turning amaranthine, his nails drawing beads of blood; she’s lying Elijah, she’s lying, Originals can’t have children. But his hands were shaking and it almost seemed that the king of the Underworld was close to tears.

Elijah had long since stopped wondering if it was a blessing or a curse. It was true, they couldn’t procreate, they couldn’t bring even more dangerous and immortal beasts into a world they’d already torn apart with their sorrow and their revenge, in a reproductive sense— but Klaus was not like them. Klaus was a hybrid in every sense of the word, part man, part god and part of him lost long into the wild before all their hearts had stopped beating.

The Originals couldn’t have children. But hybrids could.

Thus began a war so endless that it lasted his entire lifetime.

...

It took the passing of Thesmophoria and the dawn of winter for her tribe to realise she was missing.

Andrea Labonair, the adopted daughter of the Lykaios tribe had many names but Hayley was the one she’d offered Klaus when they first met and the one she’d decided to keep, along with the still unfamiliar moniker of mother. She’d rolled the word round and round in her tongue until it had lost all meaning and started as an almost bashful Elijah intruded upon her, holding a scroll with a message from her adoptive family in the Bayou.

Hayley didn’t need to open it to know what it would say.

She’d met Klaus six weeks ago, in the blissful epilogues of summer when she’d snuck away from Eve and her fiancé and the Bayou, to attend the celebrations in the Underworld, and caught the eye of a handsome stranger who she’d wined and dined with to forget her troubles. He’d said things that would’ve made the raunchiest of women blush and whisked her into his arms, his bed; leaving her the next morning with nothing save for the memories of his fingers on her skin and a handful of pomegranate seeds she’d swiped from the gold platter on the table beside his mattress.

It was Hayley’s final taste of freedom before her loveless wedding and all the burdens that came with being the wife of the wolf tribe’s new chief. A month later, the pomegranate seeds begun to rot. Nine seeds in total, one inexplicably decayed and the other eight, perfect crimson jewels. It was a countdown.

Hayley had panicked and fled before the morning sickness began, leaving a hastily scribbled note about needing some time to find herself and after much internal debate, reluctantly made her way back into the French Quarter, telling herself that she would find the father and then everything would be fine. Everything would just fall into place.

Instead, Winter grew colder and the second pomegranate seed rotted.

Klaus couldn’t be farther from the man she’d met that night, all he did was pout and break things and pace around the courtyard of the Mikaelson family home constantly, like a beast in a cage. His fury seemed to double any time Elijah so much as looked at her and the brothers seemed on the verge of an explosive argument before Rebekah arrived.

The third Mikaelson sibling was luminous in a manner that very few could compete with, akin to a goddess, and her presence helped diffuse the growing tensions for a brief period. Warmth seemed to leach into the house and its inhabitants and she was finally able to fall asleep without being roused awake at half-past three by a screaming match echoing across the empty halls.

Hayley wondered if she could finally respond to the scroll with little guilt, and redeem herself to her family.

But Rebekah had only come, by luck or by chance they couldn’t say, to warn them of an even larger beast that was approaching the Underworld, a beast that had mercilessly hunted his own children from the birth of their immortality and only lived to make sure they wouldn’t. She left as quickly as she arrived, wishing her brothers luck, as though it were merely a school play, and took the next ship out of the French Quarter.

Mikael, the God Hunter, was coming.

...

Elijah Mikaelson, the virtuous one, the Zeus to his brothers’ Hades, had a fondness for broken things.

Cracked, disfigured, defeated things. He had a habit of turning them into his projects, offering them kindness and salvation; fixing them, because he couldn’t fix his brother, because he couldn’t undo the years of suffering and hate that darkened the siblings’ blood with sorrow. It was why he had taken such an interest in Marcellus, Klaus’s once-young disciple, and now in Hayley, the mother of his child.

Hayley was the perfect candidate, overflowing with misplaced guilt, running from her allies and her enemies alike and desperately searching for redemption. He would fix her, make her whole again, because he was kind, and then she would stay, and the unborn baby that she carried in her womb would be his brother’s salvation. It was the final nail in his coffin of absolution.

Elijah however, failed to consider just how much Hayley was like his brother. He couldn’t control her either.

...

Hayley had decided to leave.

She would pack her satchel, board a vessel and return to the Lykaios above-ground, where it wasn’t so dark and where, if she lied about being kidnapped and cried enough, they might take her back. In hindsight, it was not her proudest moment but she was desperate not to have her child entangled in this centuries-old web of conflict that wound the Mikaelsons tighter and tighter to their inevitable end. She was a coward, but cowards lived.

So she snuck away at the crack of dawn, her bare feet dipping into the pools of melted snow and made her way to the port, and was wandering amongst the myriad of boats when she had the unfortunate luck of being the first person to encounter the monster that terrorised the family she’d just abandoned.

“Excuse me, miss?”

The god hunter stopped her and politely asked her for directions to the heart of the city, to which she had to bite down on her tongue to keep from gasping at the resemblance. His face, his clothes, down to the way in which he moved his hands - Hayley had to wonder if Elijah was aware of exactly how much he was akin to his father.

She’d held up her hands in surrender and admitted that this was her first time visiting and that she really should be going because her friend had already settled onto the ship. He nodded absentmindedly and thanked her, and as Hayley turned away she felt a tiny silver of guilt pool into the pit of her stomach, but told herself that this was the only way.

She’d been walking away for the quarter of a minute, or even less, before she found herself being spun and caught by her wrist, her terrified eyes directly meeting Mikael’s face, now twisted with rage, before he spat, “I knew I smelled a hybrid,” and raised his arm to strike her across the face.

A slap echoed, bouncing off the hulls of the ship and into the morning quiet and Hayley opened her eyes to find herself facing Klaus’ back, her hands free from Mikael’s grip and Klaus’s head turned to side, his pale cheek smarting, swollen with blood. He had somehow put himself between his father and her, and taken the slap in her stead.

Shame and tears coloured Hayley’s own cheeks.

“Hello Father,” Klaus replied dully and turned to stare into the eyes of the man who’d despised him for longer than he’d been a god.

“It’s been a while.”

Elijah seemed to suddenly appear into existence beside his brother, a pale, wooded stake in one hand.

It was all Hayley could do not to turn and retch into the water as her morning sickness reared its head, just in time for the fighting to begin.

…

Once Elijah confirmed that the white oak stake had indeed pierced Mikael all the way through, he helped his brother up. Klaus gratefully accepted and stumbled towards the unconscious Hayley who was propped up against a wooden step, taking a breath before he checked her pulse.

Her hair was matted and her skin was damp with sweat, and though her feet were scratched and bleeding, her breath seemed to be stable. Klaus gently cupped her lower back and knees and hoisted her into his arms, holding her against his chest as he whispered, “I’ve got you love,”

“I’ve got you.”

…

It was the middle of spring when they decided that they’d find a way to make this work.

Seven pomegranate seeds had withered away and Hayley had sent messages to the Lykaios explaining the... interesting situation she’d been thrust into and her decision to stay.

Klaus had built the child, a baby girl they’d come to find, a cozy nursery, with a cradle of teak wood and a wind chime of sea glass, gently tinkling in the breeze.

Once they’d returned from the fight, the two budding parents had sat opposite to one another at the steps leading up to the nursery and talked.

“I’m sorry for running away and not believing in you,” Hayley said first, looking down at the top of Klaus’ fluffy blonde head, unable to meet his eyes. She absentmindedly ran a finger along one of the wooden grooves of the step below her.

“I’m sorry for making you feel unsafe,” Klaus managed reluctantly, he wasn’t used to apologising but he did owe her one, “and almost killing you when you first came.”

“We’re terrible,” she almost laughed as she imagined it. A cowardly queen and power-hungry king.

“The worst,” he said unable to reign in a grin, reaching out to to prod at the same groove, “Gods, this house is falling apart.”

Hayley’s breath caught in her chest when their fingers brushed, but she quickly pulled her hands away much to his disappointment.

“But we can change,” she said quietly, worrying the pale white fabric of her tunic now, “She deserves better than what we had.”

“We can change for her.”

“But you have to trust me.” Klaus looked up, Hayley was leaning intently now and he was struck by the thought that she might fall, “..you have to trust me, Klaus.”

“I do trust you,” it wasn’t a lie he realised with something akin to shock, how long had it been since he trusted anyone besides Elijah or Rebekah? Besides himself?

“More than you know.”

She seemed to relax at this and leaned back against the wall with a sigh.

“Okay.”

“No more running?” He nudged, a budding grin in his words, and much to his surprise Hayley couldn’t suppress her smile.

“No more running.” She promised.

Solis Occasum

She was born in the summer, a beautiful baby girl with eyes as big as the moon and a smile that could melt even the most iron-clad of hearts, or so the poets waxed.

Klaus and Hayley welcomed Hope Andrea Mikaelson into the world, and watched proudly as she won the smiles of everyone around her, even the grumpy Marcellus was unable to resist a grin as the baby latched onto his finger and squeaked in triumph.

Klaus and Hayley spent the first few weeks of their new lives as parents, curled up on a mattress in the nursery, taking turns to soothe the crying Hope who seemed to have lungs of steel herself, and getting very little rest.

One such day, light snuck in through the panels of a window shade and nudged Hayley awake and she looked over to the cradle, strangely quiet for once and sighed back into her pillow. Klaus, her pillow, pretended not to be conscious as she sleepily whispered into his chest, her breath warm on his bare skin.

“..love you.. Klaus Mikaelson..”

He held her closer and they stayed like that all morning.

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bittergirlsworld · 1 year

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rewatching TO and I really mourn the potential Hayley had, specially as Jackson wife/alpha. they could really go deep in the Andrea Labonair ™ storyline before season 4/5, but absolutely not. let's make haylijah against instead who tf cares anyway she was better with Jackson, was the first time Hayley had some nuance in the originals

It does not helps that, although they really tried to make it work to her, Phoebe Tonkin have absolutely two emotions and that's it. Most of Hayley's lack of appeal in most scenes it's due the fact the actress playing her does not have range. She has the same face when she's angry, when she's thought, when she's trying make the man in her life feel better or be better (why she's being used to placate Jackson's anger or to be Elijah's nightmare or to give Klaus a pep talk whenever he needs?) or even when she's supposed to be horny. And it's not like she does not have great performances as Hayley, she does, but those are so rare during seasons, such as Hope's birth or Jackson's death, her own death in season 5 and guess that's it.

Another actress could actually make Hayley work just fine. She was good in the vampire diaries because that was the attitude required to play the character Hayley was supposed to be in TVD but in TO she should be mature, an actual adult woman with actual conflicts and war back and forth, protecting a child, being in a marriage and in a relationship with a thousand years old vampire. She's none of those. Maybe Hayley is not even a Mary Sue or something, she just poorly acted and directed. She's surely well written. Her storyline, in my personal opinion, makes it perfect sense. But, Jesus... I'm struggling with the acting so bad.

It's worse when she's paired with an actress like Leah Pipes or the scenes she had with Charles Michael Davis, Joseph Morgan and Daniel Gillies itself. I love Phoebe, i think she's great, she was amazing in previous works, she had great performances outside The Originals. Hayley's portrait was the problem.

#hayley marshall #anti hayley marshall #i think?#dont think it is but #phoebe tonkin #the originals

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crescentmoonqueen · 1 year

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The Next Life

She needed to get off the Labonair estate or she was going to spew. Better yet- Andrea heaved on the doorstep of her parent's lavish estate, and then popped a mint in her mouth. Okay, two. Maybe three.

Once that order of business was finished, she got into her car and raced out of the secluded bayou grounds where her family resided on one very important mission: a hangover cure.

Why a woman broaching her thirties had decided moving back home was a good idea, she had no clue. Much to her parents' dismay, Andrea's twenties were spent unsettled; moving from place to place; career to career; breakup to breakup; a lost soul with no real purpose except starting a charity to save endangered wolves.

And yeah, she wanted to save those damn wolves! A lone wolf herself, Andrea never quite fit into her pack, but she could at least throw her family's money at something worthwhile.

Heading into a coffee shop along a main strip of town, the brunette didn't care she was wearing last night's dress, dangling earrings, and sneakers. She ordered a coffee of epic proportions, plus a breakfast sandwich, and settled near the window, next to a man who looked enthralled with his work.... and way too put together for a Saturday morning.

@brokencanbefixed

#brokencanbefixed #I'm still holding out for that dance: hayley and elijah #v: The Next Life

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haylijahtilldeath · 2 months

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A Hundred Lifetimes of Haylijah

On AO3 under the same username.

Book 1: A Thousand Years with You

This story is a rewrite starting from the second half of season 2 of The Vampire Diaries. Chapters alternate between present and past timelines.

Characters: Mainly Hayley Marshall and Elijah Mikaelson. Occasional appearances of : Klaus, Rebekah and Kol Mikaelson. Other the vampire diaries characters mentioned.

Relationships: This is a story dedicated to Hayley Marshall/Elijah Mikaelson. Some Caroline Forbes/Klaus Mikaelson subplot, but do not expect much out of it.

Rated M for mature content.

Summary:

They spent a thousand years together, and they were ready to spend a thousand more.

When Hayley Marshall was born, she was born as Andrea Labonair. She always thought she would be Andrea. But pain and fear drove her and her mother away from their village, away from their kind, and into the human village.

When she first set eyes on Elijah, she never thought she would spend a thousand years by his side. To stay with someone so long, to love someone so much, was inconceivable to her. But she did.

A thousand years later, their village had become the town of Mystic Falls, where a girl with mystical blood was born. Elena Gilbert was the new doppelganger, and Elijah would stop at nothing to get his siblings back, and if he cannot, avenge them.

A broken family, an eternal love and fragile friendships. The only question that was left to ask was: Who do we have to kill?

Book 2 : Vampire Empire

This story is a rewrite starting from The Originals season one, with some events set in The Vampire Diaries seasons 2, 3 and 4.

Characters: Elijah Mikaelson, Hayley Marshall, Klaus Mikaelson, Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Marcel Gerard, Davina Claire and Camille O'Connell.

Relationships: Slowburn Hayley Marshall/Elijah Mikaelson, Davina Claire/Kol Mikaelson, and even slowerburn Camille O'Connell/Klaus Mikaelson. Complicated Rebekah Mikaelson/Marcel Gerard.

Rated T for the moment, the rating will change later on and I will mention the exact chapter when it's time.

Summary:

All creatures hear the whispers. Words said in hushed tones about a powerful empire pulling the strings behind the curtains of this world. The Vampire Empire has risen in fear and blood, they say. The Vampire Empire will protect those who can't protect themselves, they say. But most importantly, the Vampire Empire doesn't break any promises it makes.

The Vampire Empire is the result that comes from putting power in noble hands. The hands of Elijah Mikaelson. Centuries of being in charge, and the world of vampires, witches and werewolves has only been better off with it.

Now, New Orleans has called on him, a hundred years after he had left it in ruins because each creature wanted the city for themselves. Ancient rituals, a self-proclaimed king, and cursed werewolves were awaiting him.

The one thing he had not expected was the woman who would change his life, the lives of all the Mikaelson siblings. A lost princess of the wolves, carrying the last hope his brother Niklaus had for redemption. But most importantly, Elijah's one true and last love.

Klaus being Klaus. Elijah trying to fix his broken family, and to let Hayley in. Rebekah looking for love. Kol and Davina doing witchy things.

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