@fightforbetter liked the starter call // accepting
"in the end, i fulfilled my part of the deal, don't you think? you wanted answers about your family and my actions led you right to them. i admit, the whole giving birth to klaus's spawn thing wasn't intended but it's the results that matter." in the end everything turned out fine, hayley can't deny that. besides, katherine had never said how she intended to uphold her part of the deal. it still counts.
"we're even."
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HAYLEY MARSHALL ( @fightforbetter ) asked for ﹟ recovering together﹕ sender & receiver recover from a bad experience
The thing they don't tell you about immortality is how... long it lasts. Maybe such a thing shouldn't have been so surprising to Hope but she supposes it's different because she's never thought she would have to live without her mother.
She's never thought she would have to do it twice.
Both times were brought about by her own hand too, and maybe this is just the universe's way of telling her that she never deserved the goodness that was in Hayley Marshall-Kenner. That no matter what, her father's monstrous temper that people always believed was inherent in her, could never be fully tempered by the fiery pragmatism of her mother even though it was Hayley who raised her and left her indelible mark on Hope.
So she gives Hayley the space she asks for, watching from afar with the occasional comment from Marcel or other members of their family. No one comforts Hope or tries to reassure her, not that she would have listened to them had they tried in the first place. She doesn't know what they tell Hayley, if Hayley even asks about her eldest daughter.
Because that's a new thing she's heard about through the grapevine. Hayley had taken in another child, a werewolf orphan. A replacement. She disappears for three years after hearing about that, and when she re-emerges to the public life, Freya makes her swear that she'll never do that again, not without telling someone. Hope wants to ask whether it was because they were afraid she had died or whether they were afraid she flipped her humanity again, but the question sticks in her throat. She never does know for certain, but she imagines it's a little bit of both. She doesn't have the heart to tell them she spent most of it in a self-imposed dessicated state because Hope still hasn't quite learned how not to run away from the things that hurt her.
She settles in California, letting the salt and sand act as a balm to her wounds. It's easy enough to buy a house on the beach, secluded enough that no one bothers her (or worries about her immortal age), but close enough to a major metropolitan area so she can hunt easily. Hope spends her days walking along the beach or setting up her easel to paint another sunset. She finds a new life, one completely divorced from her former one, with no ties to her family, other than Kol and Davina halfway across the state. And no one understands better than her Uncle Kol the need for some distance.
Immortality both drags on and goes by in a flash, one of those paradoxes that doesn't make sense, probably spurred on by the imbalance of nature that it occupies. Thirty years go by in the blink of an eye and Hope realizes she's not had a mother in her life longer than she had one. It's a brief moment of selfishness that has her sending the letter to Hayley, the first she actually puts stamps on and drops into the mailbox, but not the first she's written. There's a room in her spartan house, dedicated to the letters she has written to Hayley, to Klaus, to Freya, Josie, MG, Cleo, and the handful of others who have remained important over the years. It's equal parts therapy and catharsis, and she understands why her father kept journals. A few have been sent back and forth over the years, but never once to Hayley.
She doesn't expect Hayley to answer and she doesn't know what compels her to keep sending her letters after she doesn't hear back from the first one, but she does. Nothing heavy, but small updates on her life, trying to let her know that despite everything, she's somewhat okay. In case she was curious. When a month goes by without hearing back, Hope is ready to give up again, the rejection searing enough to make her walls fly back up sturdier than ever. If her own mother can't love her, then what hope, no pun intended, did she have for anyone else managing to do that?
Two days later, a letter arrives. A week later, she's flying back to New Orleans for the first time in decades.
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Just a little reminder that Hayley had a positive "your body, your choice" conversation with her daughter and it definitely included every definition of sexual orientation with the purpose of ensuring Hope knew she never had to worry of Hayley's judgement. Also, Hayley gave a few censored examples of her relationships with both men and woman and that pleasure was natural, much to Hope's embarrassment I'm sure <3
this reminds me that hayley was the first person that hope came out to. and it didn't feel like a big thing with her, it was just a simple thing to share like her favorite color or newest hobby. when hope started to question her gender or play with her pronouns, you know hayley was the first one to threaten anyone who dared to misgender hope! being able to tell hayley those things without fear or worry really just solidifies how important their bond is.
also, hayley was the only person to know about hope's crush on josie until hope blurted it to lizzie in season two
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@fightforbetter asked: you really are something.
“You’re gonna have to finish that sentence. I’m so curious. Something what? AMAZING? Sweet? Wonderful? Handsome?” The last word is accompanied by him batting his eyelashes at her.
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JOHN WICK FRANCHISE (2014-2023) PROMPTS || @fightforbetter
fourteen million is a lot of money
"it certainly is. which is why i need to know precisely for what it is. preferably with a business plan of some sorts." just because he has the money doesn't mean he blindly spends it on everything just for the sake that it is spent.
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“I don’t think people love me. They love the versions of me I have spun for them.”
The drink was making him maudlin, though it was the first evening in a long time where they were actually friendly company. The hybrid sat back in his high backed reading chair, studying Hayley for a few long moments, considering her words.
"Is that really not the same thing? I have walked this dreadful plain for a millennia. I have been a different version of myself with each turning century, decade, day even." A shrug as he set the whiskey glass down with a light clink. "You are not the same person moment to moment, but your essence remains the same. That's what attracts or repels the people around you. Those intrinsic pieces that make up you throughout every part you choose to present."
"For example, I can craft a charming and personable date, I can woo a gal until she swoons right into my bed - and yet she will remain wary, for good reason, until my true colors are revealed." A little quirk of his eyebrow as he looked over at Hayley, clearly unbothered by the way people found him unsettling. "So craft yourself any way that pleases you, knowing that underneath there are pieces that will never change."
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“Well, boo hoo. I’m so sorry your feelings were hurt, princess.”
"Don't forget the curtsy, show some respect peasant."
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☼: i have ideas but i’m not sure if you will like them
WELL LOOK AT THE PAIR WE ARE
I sent: "✧: i don’t have ideas so i can’t approach you yet"
I hate coming to the drawing board with nothing to contribute, but I'd love to hear yours?? I'll be in your DMs bby
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@fightforbetter liked for a starter.
THREE YEARS AGO.
It was his first time crossing through the veil since receiving his gift from Lucifer. And while there were so many things he wanted to do, hunting was especially one of them. His mind had a strong intention in mind. It was a bit of a surprise for himself, when he pieced together the destination of where his first visit was going to be. It wasn’t to stop in and check on the Salvatore School, the one he gave the money to Caroline to open. Not only that, but it wasn’t tracking down his daughter, to check and see how she had grown.
Nope, he found himself in the carved perfectly up tree that he had chosen before Hayley’s funeral. His fingertips brush along the aging wood, her name still completely recognizable. Underneath her name was Jackson Kenner, one of the most loyal wolves he had ever met. His head lowered slightly as a sigh dropped from his mouth. Throughout his immortal life, Klaus has lost many friends, enemies and more of the sort.
Nonetheless, losing the mother of his child, someone who always put him in his place when needed — one of the select few that continued to show him compassion when they should’ve walked away long ago. “It should’ve been me.” His voice came out hushed, as if he was speaking just to her. Niklaus truly believed his words, his biggest regret was not being able to save her.
Something inside of him was disgusted with the fact that he was still able to be among the living, and she was gone. “If I could find you and bring you back, I would.” His index finger traced her name as his hushed voice slightly cracked under the grief and sadness that built up inside of him. “I do miss you the most, little wolf.” As his final words disappeared into the wind, a single tear rolled down his cheeks, stepping back, he turned away, only to look back at the tree once as he went to continue on his trip — ready for the sweet iron taste of blood to grace his lips.
As he went on his way, his thoughts grew more and more clouded with flashes of blood-strained images. The hot iron stabbing sensation in his throat was enough for him to cave into the demon's cravings. With a deep sigh, his face fell blank of any emotion, a dangerous smirk twisted upon his lips as he began his killing spree.
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[ HEAT ]: while in the middle of a make-out session, sender pushes the receiver up against the wall, unwittingly heating things up even more.
it doesn't mean anything. he feels her hands span up along his chest, nails digging at the fabric of his shirt. it's just one night. ben tries to ignore the sound she made when his tongue flicks out across her pulse in the column of her neck. it doesn't mean anything. then why did a hum vibrate through his entire being when he feels her rough hands press him up against the nearby wall; stuttering his breath momentarily, mind stalling as he peers down at her kiss bruised lips, redden from his kiss. breath robbed from his lungs, he selfishly takes the moment to catch his breath; before he takes ahold of her by palming her jaw, curling his calloused fingers against the nape of her neck beneath her brown tresses, and brings her back in for another damning kiss, crashing their lips together.
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❝ she’s fine, ❞ it’s always the first thing out of her mouth. because she knows the mikaelsons. so much as the slightest whiff of hope being anything less than perfectly, completely, pleasantly fine and she’s going to deal with an infestation of vampires, hybrids, witches, and whoever else on her doorstep. but she’s grateful that hayley is at least level headed when it comes to her daughter. switching her phone to her other ear, caroline sighs before she continues. ❝ but there is...a thing. a minor thing. probably harmless. ❞ another pause, and she internally winces before delivering the death blow. ❝ like a boy thing. ❞ / @fightforbetter + liked for a starter !
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Beautiful and young. The eighteen year old had just one more reaping to get through before her name was never at risking being called again. The name called and never once did she shed a tear as she knew that this could easily be the end of her. There was nobody that she had to say goodbye to as her mother would be on that train and now an hour later finding herself on a train full of expensive things. Landon had gone straight to his room to mourn or something. It leaves her mother and her alone as the other mentor went with Landon. ❝ The chances that I get out of this alive is 4% . ❞ If you just go based off the numbers and not who was well fed, who had better skills, and more sponsors to their name.
❝ This sure makes for a good show. ❞ It is all the Capitol ever wants is a show. Do they even care? Or are they all brainwashed to think of it as nothing more than fun? Something that she’ll never know the answer to nor does it matter to focus on right now. Hope finds herself going down the long thing hallway toward her bedroom for the day. ❝ So I guess I better use my beauty to my advantage for a little while . ❞ Hope’s stomach gets tight even thinking about this.
❝ How do I use it ? ❞ aside from upper body strength & an ability to think fast the girl has nothing besides pretty eyes and hair that is auburn. Landon has a mother that was a peacekeeper for 20 years before she even had Landon. Hope turns to look at her mother once they enter the bedroom, eyes disparate for the other to teach her anything that could get her a leg up in this. // @fightforbetter
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@fightforbetter / plotted starter
Her foot taps impatiently on the bus as they near the city limits, and Hope pulls her hood up over her head as she tries to avoid the suspicious stares from the few other riders. Each sound makes her eyes dart around, and she still hasn’t gotten used to the way her senses are constantly overstimulated ever since her transition. It didn’t take much to piece together what was going on, what with her father’s face pasted all over every flat surface, along with the familiar faces of a handful of others (and the unfamiliar faces of plenty more). Some with black x’s scratched over their eyes in an obvious marking of death, but what Hope doesn’t understand is why. She spent nearly an hour in front of the first wall she had found, with hundreds of posters staring out at her, heart in her throat as she tried to find any semblance of her mother. It was easy enough to find information on her aunts and uncles, with their connection to Klaus making them wanted targets. But there was no mention of a Hayley Marshall-Kenner anywhere she looked.
Which was why Hope was currently on a bus to New Orleans. Her mother was one of the strongest people she knew, and she remembered how Hayley had kept them safe until she was seven, using skills that Hope was probably too young to really understand. Her thoughts are loud and overbearing as she tries to keep her limbs still, her hunger at bay, and everything feels like it’s closing in on her until the bus screeches to a stop just outside the city. She’s the first one off the bus and there might be witnesses to watching her speed away into the night but Hope doesn’t care because she is close, she’s so close.
The streets look both the same and different from what she remembers, the hazy memory of a child not doing her much favors. After more than a few wrong turns, Hope ends up at St. Agnes’ Church and from there, she knows exactly how to get to her destination. By the time she nears the familiar building, her anticipation is practically sending vibrations through the foundation and she has to stop to calm herself before stepping past the threshold. As she looks around, Hope’s eyes dim. The compound looks abandoned, and she struggles to hide her disappointment because all her eggs had been in this one basket.
“Mom? I’m home...”
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❝ leave. before my patience runs out. ❞
"Wow, someone's got her panties in a twist. Do I really become such an old bitch in the..." Well, by the looks of herself, she couldn't really guess how much older she was (and she didn't really look all that different; good genes win?). This was weird. Too weird. "Whatever. Listen, McFly, I was here first and now that you've designated yourself as the Big Bad Bitch around here, maybe I don't feel like leaving. Ever think of that? You should've: you're me, after all...at least, that's what you say. Still think there's something off here..." Something? Try everything. "Aren't you like breaking the space-time continuum by even speaking to me? Hell, while you're at it, keep going; maybe you'll improve my crappy reality."
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@fightforbetter asked: i'm not here to pry into your personal life.
"No? Why not? My personal life is an open book. Literally - you ever read your kid fairy tales?" Wolf asked, a grin on his face and an eyebrow raised. "But you do have me curious, pup, what are you doing in this neck of the woods if not to pry? Oh, did you hear about my musical talents and want me to sing you a little ditty?"
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JOHN WICK FRANCHISE (2014-2023) PROMPTS || @fightforbetter
you got out once
"that happens to be a matter of opinion because i fear i didn't have another choice back then. either leave or risk a war within the family. fortunately, you are mostly unaware of the dark abysses that can open up unexpectedly. and i did pay the price for my absence. you’re quite rightly mad at me for leaving, and for my niece, i’m a stranger…"
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