hope mikaelson is a tribrid, only one of her kind, her power knows only one limit, the one she sets for herself. her humanity is her weak spot and her greatest strength, her love a heavy blanket weighing her down when she finds herself drawn to two...
"Alive?!" Clary practically screams, only hitting the door harder now, desperate to escape, to save the man who had saved her countless times. "Clary, let's just do what we came here to do. Find Valentine and then we can leave and get Luke. He'll be alright." Hope pulled Clary towards her. "He'll be okay." she repeated, looking over at Jace, "If he isn't, I swear to God, you'll wish you never met me." she goes back to Clary, placing a kiss to the top of the girl's head.
Clary gathers up her courage, holding the mortal cup in her hands, like a weapon, like it's supposed to be held. "Find Valentine." the demons start clawing at the doors, Clary repeats her command but they only seem to come for the door harder as Hope's hold on her whip tightened, slowly but surely taking up space between Jace and Michael. "Let me try." Michael holds his hand out to Clary, Hope looks between them until her gaze goes onto Jace.
"Don't."
"Clary, give it to him." Jace turns to Hope, confusion in his eyes. "I know better than your little friend." he says and Clary hands the cup to Michael. "So that's what I am, Clary's little friend? Good to know where we stand." Hope moves behind Clary, Jace moves away from her. "Do it." he tells his dad as the man turns to face them, something new in his eyes, something none of them can recognise. He pulls out his steele, holding it to his forearm before he sinks onto the crowd, what looks like ash rising from him and when he raises his head, he's no longer Michael Wayland.
"Called it." Hope whispers mostly to herself which she knows won't help the situation. "Demons, attack my enemies." he raises the cup and the demons become more savage.
"Knock it off, guys." Clary calls over her shoulder and Hope turns to her friends when the demons stop, she was surprised to say the least. "You're not the only one that can cast a glamour." She smirks, her ego peaking through, the one Hope has been nursing since they were kids.
The glamour fades as Clary pulls out the real mortal cup, the one in Valentine's hand turning into a world's best dad mug. For a while Hope really thought they were royally screwed. "Send the demons away, he's mine." Jace steps forward.
"You murdered my father."
"I didn't. I have always been your father. It was a powerful glamour." Valentine tries but Jace's blade has already met his neck. "Liar! I am sick of your fucking lies!" Jace screams, his blade drawing a hint of blood from the older man's neck.
"Don't listen to him, he's my father. We know that." Clary argues.
"Yes, I am your father, Clary. And Jace's."
"The plot thickens."
"I've heard enough of you. Does she ever shut up?" Valentine turns to Hope and she shrugs, a small part of her felt proud that she was right but mostly she's just hurt, hurt that she was right. She never thought her being right meant someone else would get hurt. "Think about it, how the two of you met. Blood calls to blood." Valentine turns his focus back to Jace and Clary.
"It's a good thing you guys never hooked up then." Hope speaks up. "Shut up." both Jace and Clary shout, "Woah." Hope raises her hands in surrender. Jace's mask slips for a moment and so does his blade, Valentine gets a chance to escape from his grasp, using his steele to turn the mirror behind him into a mortal.
"Alas my dear family-"
"Alas?"
"Shut up!" Valentine's patience for Hope is wearing thin. He throws the rest of his prepared speech in the dirt, "Fuck you." is his last statement before he slips through the portal.
"Hectic."
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When Hope turned her phone on, it nearly exploded with the amount of messages she had been receiving. She doesn't read them all, Izzy's messages seem to stick out to her. Izzy was going to go to jail and she didn't know but the last message says that everything worked out, that everything would be fine but Hope wouldn't believe it until she saw Izzy with her own two eyes.
"Hope, can we talk?" Jace was at her door when she reached for it. "Oh, hey." she rested her body weight on her left leg, slightly looking up at them, the distance between them grew since she discarded her heels for a pair of fuzzy pink socks.
"You washed your hair." he remarks, playing with the ends of her wet blonde hair, she gives him a tight smile. "You wanna talk about my hair?" she tilts her head to the side, getting a better view of Izzy's room across the hall. Jace doesn't notice.
"I just wanted to talk to you, it's been crazy recently." he chuckles under his breath and Hope nods in agreement. Every word she would say to him would be hollow because all her words were meant for Izzy. "And you're not listening." he notes when he realises she's not looking at him.
"Hope."
"Izzy." Hope's words catch Jace off guard until he turns and sees Izzy approach them, relief in her eyes upon catching a glimpse of Hope as the two run into one another's embrace.
"You're alive."
"You're not in jail." Hope laughs, her hand brushing Izzy's hair out of her face.
"And I'm here." Jace remarks, Hope turns to him, smile bright on her face.
"You're both here." she touches one hand to Jace's bicep. Jace didn't meet her gaze, he met Izzy's gaze as if they both were thinking the same thing and Hope was out of the loop. "I can't both be there for you." Jace says, Hope doesn't understand, she keeps smiling, how can she not smile? She was with her favourite people but now, she didn't know what Jace was talking about.
"Can we have a minute?" Hope turns to Izzy, she nods, giving Hope one last side hug before she walks away. "I don't understand you, you knew Michael wasn't my dad." Jace frowns, visibly upset about it but Hope doesn't know why, it wasn't her place to tell him that.
"Because to you he was your dad and I'm just Clary's friend."
"That's not what I meant."
"Sure, big, macho man." Hope waves her hands in the air, rolling her eyes. "God, do I hurt your fucking ego or something?"
"My ego? I have an ego?" he scoffs, somehow they always end up fighting. "Pot, kettle."
"Oh, I know I have an ego, do you?"
"This isn't what we're supposed to be fighting about. I'm angry at you, you don't get to turn the tables on me." he points at her in a rather rough way.
"For what?!"
"You yelled called it when Valentine revealed himself like it was a plot in a movie you saw coming. You are such a fucking child."
"If I'm a child that makes you a pedophile."
"I really can't be around you right now." Jace takes a step back and Hope watches, "Come back here, we have to help Clary wake up her mom."
