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[#033] What a Happy Sound (Legacies)
Theme Prompt: #033 – Family Gatherings
Title: What a Happy Sound
Fandom: Legacies
Rating/Warnings: PG, Spoilers for 206: That’s Nothing I Needed to Remember.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Hope returns to New Orleans during bonfire season for her first Christmas since Malivore.
When her mother first told her the story of bonfire season, Hope was young enough to believe in the magic of it all, and that the tradition was simply about wishes and holiday bonding in the face of the incoming new year. She and Hayley would have one every year that her father, aunts, and uncles were sleeping, and she would wish for the same thing each time. That her family would wake, and they would be together again, always and forever.
Now, at the ripe old age of seventeen, she’s concluded that the Mikaelsons probably just liked setting things on fire. Her Aunt Rebekah has always been the sentimental one, so she likely wanted a Christmas tradition they all could share, and she knew that she wouldn’t get anywhere unless there were the potential for property damage involved.
She loves her family, but it’s true.
It’s her first Christmas since Malivore; since she threw herself into a pit that erased her from existence to try and protect everyone and everything she loves. It’s something she’s come to regret, now that she’s back in the real world again, trying to put the pieces of her life back together that no longer fit like neat, jigsaw pieces like they’re supposed to. Josie’s black magic spell has the rest of Hope’s friends remembering her now, but nothing is how it’s supposed to be. They spent too long without her, too long forming new relationships and making new memories, and remembering her is only a complication.
Hope had been tempted, at first, to try and stay in Mystic Falls for Christmas. To work and rebuild what she’s lost, to put the effort in, but Ric suggested that maybe giving them time was the better option.
“Go to New Orleans,” he says, giving her that dad smile that somehow makes her feel safe, even if he’s not her father. “Give them some space. Then come back after winter break and start again.”
Lizzie, the one person who accepted her back into her life without question or complication, tells her to bring back beignets. Hope tells her that they probably won’t keep on the bus ride home.
“You’re a witch,” Lizzie replies pointedly. “Figure it out.”
Hope Mikaelson doesn’t know when Lizzie Saltzman became her best friend, but she’s choosing not to question it.
When she climbs down the steel stairs of the bus after arriving in the French Quarter, everything is immediately different from the way it used to be. The stalls and shops that line the streets leading up to Rosseau’s have always been run by witches, for better or for worse. Those witches aren’t fond of her, given all the destruction that Hope brought to the city in the past. But as she walks down the street, eyes scanning the faces once familiar, she’s barely even noticed. In some instances, they even smile at her.
It’s weird.
She steps into Rosseau’s with a certain amount of hesitation, being a seventeen-year-old in a bar, but no one stops her. As she makes her way through, her eyes immediately find the photos on the wall, all people she’s loved and lost, so many faces that have meant so much to her. Her family, her always and forever. She’s so happy to be home, but the question remains of how they’ll react to her.
Freya promised that she would replicate the black magic spell Josie used on her on the rest of their family so that Hope would have a warm welcome waiting for her when she arrived. She hasn’t seen anyone yet, but as her eyes turn and scan the room around her, they eventually land on her brother, sitting at the bar nursing a bourbon.
“Marcel?”
The man turns, and there’s a moment of hesitance, her heart thudding in her chest as she waits for recognition, but it doesn’t take long for a broad, blinding smile to cross the other man’s face as he holds his arms out to her.
“Hey, there, squirt. Merry Christmas.”
Hope flings herself at him without hesitation, arms winding around his waist and burying her face in his chest. Marcel hugs her just as tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he squeezes, then pulls back to look at her.
“C’mon. I’ll drive you back to the house, and you can tell me all about what you’ve been up to.”
- - - - - -
Much of the Christmas gathering follows like Hope never disappeared, or was erased from their minds, showering her in hugs and presents. Rebekah brings her an entire wardrobe because she’s fairly certain that Hope is doing slightly illegal things to obtain what little wardrobe she does have, and that won’t do.
Kol and Davina offer to have her come with them to San Francisco for a while if she wants a break before she tries to restart her life, and part of her considers taking them up on that. Marcel and Rebekah give her the same offer, except in New York, and Hope doesn’t have to wait for an offer to know that Freya, Vincent, and Keelin’s door is always open.
“Especially,” Keelin teases as she foists Nik, Hope’s eighteen-month-old cousin and her father’s namesake into Hope’s lap, “if there’s babysitting involved.”
Still, as she finds herself sitting with a slip of paper in hand, waiting to be inscribed with a wish and burned away with the rest of her family’s hopes and dreams, she can’t say any of them feel like a right fit. She knows she needs to go back and make things right in Mystic Falls.
Looking down at the paper in hand, she scribbles down: forgiveness. Folding it in half, she rises from her seat, closes her eyes, and tosses the piece of paper into the ever-burning flame. As the paper smokes and curls in the face of the fire, she hopes there’s someone out there listening.
Maybe wishes do come true after all.
Title: What a Happy Sound
Fandom: Legacies
Rating/Warnings: PG, Spoilers for 206: That’s Nothing I Needed to Remember.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Hope returns to New Orleans during bonfire season for her first Christmas since Malivore.
When her mother first told her the story of bonfire season, Hope was young enough to believe in the magic of it all, and that the tradition was simply about wishes and holiday bonding in the face of the incoming new year. She and Hayley would have one every year that her father, aunts, and uncles were sleeping, and she would wish for the same thing each time. That her family would wake, and they would be together again, always and forever.
Now, at the ripe old age of seventeen, she’s concluded that the Mikaelsons probably just liked setting things on fire. Her Aunt Rebekah has always been the sentimental one, so she likely wanted a Christmas tradition they all could share, and she knew that she wouldn’t get anywhere unless there were the potential for property damage involved.
She loves her family, but it’s true.
It’s her first Christmas since Malivore; since she threw herself into a pit that erased her from existence to try and protect everyone and everything she loves. It’s something she’s come to regret, now that she’s back in the real world again, trying to put the pieces of her life back together that no longer fit like neat, jigsaw pieces like they’re supposed to. Josie’s black magic spell has the rest of Hope’s friends remembering her now, but nothing is how it’s supposed to be. They spent too long without her, too long forming new relationships and making new memories, and remembering her is only a complication.
Hope had been tempted, at first, to try and stay in Mystic Falls for Christmas. To work and rebuild what she’s lost, to put the effort in, but Ric suggested that maybe giving them time was the better option.
“Go to New Orleans,” he says, giving her that dad smile that somehow makes her feel safe, even if he’s not her father. “Give them some space. Then come back after winter break and start again.”
Lizzie, the one person who accepted her back into her life without question or complication, tells her to bring back beignets. Hope tells her that they probably won’t keep on the bus ride home.
“You’re a witch,” Lizzie replies pointedly. “Figure it out.”
Hope Mikaelson doesn’t know when Lizzie Saltzman became her best friend, but she’s choosing not to question it.
When she climbs down the steel stairs of the bus after arriving in the French Quarter, everything is immediately different from the way it used to be. The stalls and shops that line the streets leading up to Rosseau’s have always been run by witches, for better or for worse. Those witches aren’t fond of her, given all the destruction that Hope brought to the city in the past. But as she walks down the street, eyes scanning the faces once familiar, she’s barely even noticed. In some instances, they even smile at her.
It’s weird.
She steps into Rosseau’s with a certain amount of hesitation, being a seventeen-year-old in a bar, but no one stops her. As she makes her way through, her eyes immediately find the photos on the wall, all people she’s loved and lost, so many faces that have meant so much to her. Her family, her always and forever. She’s so happy to be home, but the question remains of how they’ll react to her.
Freya promised that she would replicate the black magic spell Josie used on her on the rest of their family so that Hope would have a warm welcome waiting for her when she arrived. She hasn’t seen anyone yet, but as her eyes turn and scan the room around her, they eventually land on her brother, sitting at the bar nursing a bourbon.
“Marcel?”
The man turns, and there’s a moment of hesitance, her heart thudding in her chest as she waits for recognition, but it doesn’t take long for a broad, blinding smile to cross the other man’s face as he holds his arms out to her.
“Hey, there, squirt. Merry Christmas.”
Hope flings herself at him without hesitation, arms winding around his waist and burying her face in his chest. Marcel hugs her just as tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he squeezes, then pulls back to look at her.
“C’mon. I’ll drive you back to the house, and you can tell me all about what you’ve been up to.”
Much of the Christmas gathering follows like Hope never disappeared, or was erased from their minds, showering her in hugs and presents. Rebekah brings her an entire wardrobe because she’s fairly certain that Hope is doing slightly illegal things to obtain what little wardrobe she does have, and that won’t do.
Kol and Davina offer to have her come with them to San Francisco for a while if she wants a break before she tries to restart her life, and part of her considers taking them up on that. Marcel and Rebekah give her the same offer, except in New York, and Hope doesn’t have to wait for an offer to know that Freya, Vincent, and Keelin’s door is always open.
“Especially,” Keelin teases as she foists Nik, Hope’s eighteen-month-old cousin and her father’s namesake into Hope’s lap, “if there’s babysitting involved.”
Still, as she finds herself sitting with a slip of paper in hand, waiting to be inscribed with a wish and burned away with the rest of her family’s hopes and dreams, she can’t say any of them feel like a right fit. She knows she needs to go back and make things right in Mystic Falls.
Looking down at the paper in hand, she scribbles down: forgiveness. Folding it in half, she rises from her seat, closes her eyes, and tosses the piece of paper into the ever-burning flame. As the paper smokes and curls in the face of the fire, she hopes there’s someone out there listening.
Maybe wishes do come true after all.
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