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cancerian-woman · 2 months

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yeah and I say this as someone who doesn’t even like Hayley, it’s weird that they barely mentioned her but emphasised her relationship with Klaus. Hope barely even knew Klaus, out of the two of her parents, she spent more time with Hayley, so the emphasis on her being “her father’s daughter” was always so weird to me. Like yeah, she’s the daughter of the OG hybrid, but Hayley was more of a parent to her than Klaus was.

people say that Phoebe Tonkin bought the rights to Hayley, but be so fucking fr. Why would she do that. Does she even have the money for that? Why would she do that, be fr. Julie just didn’t know what to do with Hope.

Wake it up lmao 😂.

Like I said in my tags. TO prioritized Hayley’s relationship and parenting with Hope. While never making those similar connections with the Mikaelson’s (besides Freya..). Now I’m not blaming Hayley or Freya but the writing.The writers bent over backwards to break TVDU’s rules and yet… Hope does not know her family well.

Klaus should’ve had time where he got to raise Hope. Do I think he would’ve made terrible choices? Yes. Should it still happened? Yeah. Klaus season 2 was at his best when it came to wanting to protect and love Hope tbh.

Phoebe did not buy the rights to Hayley. I think people were confused because Danielle said Phoebe did not consent for her images to be used. Julie and the other writers are petty like that. I assumed whatever issue they had it’s been resolved as Phoebe and Julie been at cons together. I believe Phoebe was supposed to make a guest appearance? Somebody correct me lol.

Hayley is a saint (yes she does fucked up and manipulative shit)next to Klaus. Everyone’s reasonings for being afraid of Hope was because of Klaus not Hayley. The writers didn’t know what to do with Hope and was just recycling former storylines. Hayley did deserve more credit though.

#Hayley Marshall #hope mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #this wasn’t an anti post but whatever lol #imma regret tagging this probably #the originals #legacies #Haylope #klaylope #klope #i do think the writers bounced between making Hayley a wannabe but less evil Katherine and this very good woman in a bad situation but lol.#but at the end of the day Hayley wasn’t the bad parent.#TO still should’ve been called the Hayley Marshall show and others but that’s another thing lol

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loveakii · 6 months

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from a little life by hanya yanagihara

think a lot about this with klaus marcel and hope, haley and hope, marcel and davina, esther mikael and all their kids

#the originals #tvdu #klaus mikaelson #hope mikaelson #klope #hayley marshall #klaylope #marcel gerard #esther mikaelson #mikael #freya mikaelson #henrik mikaelson #a little life #hanya yanagihara #mine #the mikaelsons

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justminawrites · 11 months

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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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000-nostalgic-mutate-535 · 8 months

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So I was scrolling Pinterest and as usual, a pin of Klaus and Cami popped up and Battle of the Ships broke out in the comments and I got irritated watching everyone fight and typed this up. Only to be told there were toooo many characters and "500" was the "max". 🙄 So I figured I'd share here instead. Thank you. Good day sir.

Mikael destroyed his heart.

Esther closed it.

Tatia confused his heart.

Aurora put a knife through it.

Caroline opened his heart.

Hayley showed him how to use it.

Cami mended and brought his heart back to him.

Hope was his heart.

His parents destroyed it and he didn't have it in himself to fight it, so he let their words and thoughts. Deception and manipulation control and take it over. Aurora never intentionally stabbed Klaus in the heart but with the help of Elijah, she made him feel unlovable anyway. Tatia used his heart like a fish used to torment a cat, dangling it just out of reach. Without Caroline, he would have pushed passed and suppressed every ache his heart had to beat again. She brought it back to life. But he used it in the wrong ways. He wasn't taught and hadn't tried to learn for a thousand years but Hayley snuck passed him- against his will. Forced him to face it the good, the bad, the right, the wrong, the toll it takes but you need it. So he tried for her but it wasn't strong enough for himself and the two girls. Cami held him accountable and apologized when she went out of bounds. Even when he deserved it most. She taught him the control your heart has on others' hearts. How to mean what you say and not act on how it feels.

She gave him the final push to make that change. The strength he needed was not just tough love but nurturing and encouraging. Understanding with the ability to hold him accountable. Unlike the others, she showed him she'd stay while he changed instead of leaving and waiting for him to change on his own. He needed to know someone other than family would stand in his corner and help him back up even at his worst without doing it out of the ache of responsibility or out of fear of what would happen next if they didn't step in right then and there. Then Hope. His inner child. His child. His heart and world. Hope was his heart's rebirth. His old one was scarred and mendable but with her birth, he was given a new one. A new understanding of something he could never grip or imagine. But with that understanding came the understanding of pain and the fact he wouldn't have her be raised to see what he was but read it. He couldn't erase what he'd done, but he could make sure it was his past. Nothing more than an old dusty book on a shelf.

She had control over his heart no one else could fathom-- even herself. She didn't even need puppy eyes to get what she wanted the second it crossed her mind it'd be there. He didn't do a great job at what he wanted for her and changing his ways. But, he tried. He was willing to be held accountable, face the pain, admit his wrongdoings, and be fine with getting what he deserved in the end as long as those girls, his siblings, and his children went untouched. Everyone goes to a battle about which love interest is best. Which ship truly was his "epic love", but the truth is it was none of them on their own was Klaus' "epic love". But, all of them played a part in who he is not Caroline, Hayley, or Cami on their own but all as one whole. I ship them all for this reason and in 3 other lives each one would be endgame and more. But in the show his true love, the person he was in love with the most and changed him into a better man and he couldn't have gotten anywhere without them. It wasn't even romantic at all. It was the love he had for his daughter and whether you like Hope or not you can't deny it. Klaus' end of his story or his heart and love was always meant to end with the love of his daughter. His true love. And that hurts more than any platonic love interest because he was always meant to end up alone in that way. And, it hurts even more that the bond he and Hope had was never allowed to be anything more than 2 years and 3 weeks out of the 15 years he could've had with when he was alive because of the threats he and his family spent making for 1,000 years while they tried how to learn to love each other, themselves, the beauty of the world and people inside of it. It all could have been avoided with someone willing to put them in their place, teach them, give them the decency of some good old-fashioned understanding, and a sprinkle of therapy.

#klayley #klaylope #klamille #klaroline #tvdu #ship art #tvd #the originals #legacies #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #rant post

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lupininc · 2 years

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" We are at peace. "

#klaylope #klayley #klaus mikaelson #hope mikaelson #hayley marshall

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ladymisteria · 2 years

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Hope Mikaelson || The Way [+4x18]

#hope mikaelson #legacies #the originals #tribute #werewolves #vampires #witches #tribrids #princess of new orleans #mikaelsons #klaylope #klopeley #malivore son

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hyperactivewhore · 2 months

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Nothing about why Hope is a powerful witch makes sense, considering the Mikaelson and Labonair bloodline.

Her paternal grandmother wasn't the great witch everyone thinks, she went to her sister for a fertility spell, was always channeling someone and out of her seven children, only two inherited her magic gene. Hayley and Klaus both descend from the seven original werewolves bloodline, but that only means Hope should have been a crazily overpowered werewolf destined to destroy them all, not the death to all witches.

I get why Klaus was her father, due to being the original hybrid, but Hayley? She was a good mother, don't get me wrong, I'm not criticizing her but the writing, and it's obvious neither of them had a strong witch bloodline. But do you know who did? Bonnie Bennett.

She should have been Hope's mother, it's what makes the most sense plot-wise.

#once again i'm not criticizing hayley #but making her the female lead and making her carry the baby from a character who was fan favorite when she was so undeniably hated #wasn't exactly the smartest move #but i like klaylope #and hayley most of the time #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #bonnie bennett #hope mikaelson #klonnie #klaus x bonnie #the originals #the vampire diaries #legacies #tvd #tvdu #to #inadu #the hollow

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mmhm-vids · 2 years

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Show : Legacies | The Originals

Characters : Hope Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson, Hayley Marshall, Mikaelson family

Song : Furthest

Coloring : Manchester - Evelyn Jackson __________________________________________________

My AO3 account : https://archiveofourown.org/users/Kla…

Hope Mikaelson playlist : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0fp…

If you have any song requests, make sure to send them to me! Hope you enjoy!

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The TV show, the clips and the song do not belong to me, only the edition. Most of the scenes have been acquired thanks to petrovaspacks, lunascenez, humanitypacksga, lin.scenes and multipacksz_. If I’ve forgotten to mention you, please let me know so that I can fix that. __________________________________________________

#submission #thanks for the submission #v: klaylope mikaelson #The Originals #warning for physical triggers (quick cuts/flashing lights)#warning for talk about suicide #music: instrumental

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justminawrites · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Originals (TV), The Originals (TV) RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hayley Marshall/Klaus Mikaelson, Hayley Marshall & Hope Mikaelson & Klaus Mikaelson

Summary:

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

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