Landon Kirby

After finding out she had amnesia Seraphina had been determined to find her old life and get it back, she desperately wanted to remember who she was, remember where she’d come from. The only thing she could remember was her first name, but even that had taken her weeks of recollection. 

As she stood in the hospital lobby she looked around, trying to see if she could spot anything that might look familiar to her, a smell, a sound, anything. 

Her fingers were clasped together and every now and again she glanced down at her ring finger. The tan line on her finger wasn’t terribly obvious, but it was enough to tell her that she had been married at some point. 

She had no idea if that meant she was divorced now or if her husband simply didn’t care that she was gone. The idea devastated her so she tried not to focus too much on that and instead focused on trying to find a familiar face. 

When Sera saw someone approaching her she kept her gaze on them and tried not to get her hopes up, “Do you know me?” She asked softly, a little brokenly. 

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Landon hadn’t wondered about his birth parents, in all honesty he was happy with his adopted family. His parents were caring and supportive, he got along with his siblings, as well as siblings could get along. Though as he grew older his interest in learning about where he came from shifted, learning more about the genetic effects they could hold on him, he wondered if there was something from his parents that could have been passed on and if it would come back to bite him at the wrong time and far too late for him to do anything about. Which is how he started down the line looking into where he was from, spending his free time and money on tracking down the people and getting court approval to open sealed documents. 

Finding out your mother’s name might seem like a big deal to most, and looking down at the papers with her signature on it and her name printed he expected to feel something. But like the many legal documents he dealt with he just looked at it clinically and felt nothing. That was till that name showed up on the board of the hospital he worked at, at first wondering it was some illness, cancer or something of the like that brought her in. 

He had avoided the room she was in and tried his best to keep from the very floor, not wanting to bump into her. He was sure there would be no magical moment of her looking at him and just knowing that he was her kid but he rather not have the interaction yet. While walking through the lobby however he looked up from his phone too late and was already face to face with the woman. Eye wide at her question he looked around and then shook his head, “No, of course not.” He answers, rather honestly if he thought about it.

𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣  ✧  @farfromhomestarters​

As the door of the on call room swung open, Aria groaned, pushing herself up to see who was barging in. “What the hell? I have like two hours between shifts. I just wanted to nap.” she complained, groggily.

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Landon was looking for his sister and assumed he would find her in this on call room, it was either this one or the one on the third floor. When he burst into the room looking for Ophelia and was met with this redhead his face dropped a little but no apology lift his lips. “Hmm you’re not who I was looking for.” He gives an annoyed huff having to now track her down on the third floor. “You should really lock this if you’re that light of a sleeper.”

The interns were becoming more of headache for Tara these days then anything. The immaturity and overwhelming mix of estrogen and testosterone and their endlessly need to prove that only one of them could be the best suffocating her every time she found herself working with them and even more so when she rounded a corner and a heard commotion coming from one of the rooms. A frustrated groan was quick to flee her lips as she stepped in the room, a hand pressing against either interns chest and shoving them apart as burning emerald hues glared between the two. “What is the matter with you,” Tara snapped. “There are patients and family members around the corner and here you two are going at each other’s throats and for what? To prove what? Get your asses back on your rounds before I put you both on scut for the next two months.”

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Landon sat in the corner of the room eating a bag of chips as the two were yelling at one another calling names and even a little shoving started. First of all he couldn’t be caught dead risking his hands for someone’s petty argument, secondly he just didn’t find anything so important to think he needed to argue, he was either right or he was...near being right, so he remained silent even as Dr. Kenner came storming in yelling and scolding them. “Don’t look at me.” He lifts his bag of chips.

Landon Kirby AU bio task004

       having taken a bit of break from the hustle and bustle of the party, kenna had found herself exploring the various cabins that had been provided to the party goers. somewhere along the way, she had managed to find an unopened bottle of champagne hiding in one of the cabinets. figuring that there was no better place than a party to consume such a thing, kenna tucked the bottle under her arm as she made her way out of the cabin and back towards the party. leaning against a tree, a tipsy kenna struggled for longer than she cared to admit as she tried to open the bottle. just as she was about to give up, the cork all but jumped out of the bottle before hitting an innocent bystander square in the forehead. attempting to cover both her embarrassment and small amount of enjoyment, kenna quickly slapped her hand over her mouth. ❝ aye dios mío – i am so sorry! are you okay? ❞ // @farfromhomestarters​ 

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Landon was walking around the party giving Hope some time to mingle with people other than him and those that were in and out of the compound on the regular. He hadn’t even realized the woman struggling with the wine bottle till the popping sound echoed out and before he knew it the cork hit him rough in the middle of his forehead, the startled phoenix lost his footing rather easily slipping on some mud that was created by a spilled drink. Falling over Landon rolled down a small slope where some people had started setting up their tents, the sharp spikes were leaning against the half up tent. Unable to stop his body’s force Landon ended up landing with one piercing through his neck.

Klaus had already clocked the familiar face in the crowd and had since intended to have a little fun with the boy that his daughter appeared so enamoured with. He watched as Landon’s eyes followed the ball back and forth each end of the table and he was wondering whether Hope had sent him to keep an eye on her father, or more likely to keep him from murdering an opponent in broad daylight, but for the most part – Klaus was genuinely having a good time. “Ah, Camden, isn’t it?” the hybrid taunted, if you couldn’t call your only child’s significant other by the wrong name, then who could you? A mischievous smirk played upon the corners of his lips, twitching within amusement as Landon attempted to step in and offer the hybrid assistance, “no, by all means mate – feel free to reveal your talents.” Handing the other a ping pong ball, Klaus carefully glanced the male up and down before taking an overexaggerated step backwards and musing, “the floor’s all yours. I would however, advise you don’t miss. It would appear that i’m on quite the winning streak.”

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Landon didn’t know where this sudden nickname had came from but he certainly wasn’t going to thank the originator. “Not sure you can the name of someone who had helped you to your room in a sweaty fit.” He answers without much thought before his eyes widen a little when his train of thought caught up with his mouth, “Sir.” He adds trying to find whatever saving grace there might be. He had hopes that the smirk on the man’s face was proof enough that a little snark was welcome but he felt he was walking a thin line. “Oh, no...I wasn’t saying-” Landon started to spill out just as the hybrid pushed a ping pong ball into his hand and taking a large step back to allow the phoenix room to throw a shot. “I would hate to ruin a streak.” He mutters nervous as he offers a smile to the guys across the table laughing at his expense. “My brother used to think that cause he was athletic that he was gonna be better at this kind of thing and maybe he would have been but people usually end distracted by Raf.” He explains which likely seemed like a boring story to anyone who really didn’t care but while he spoke he lined up his shot and bounced the ball on the table letting it pop back up and land into the cup on the other side, “Sometimes it pays off when people expect so little from you.”

“Ahh you’ll live,” Toby chimed, a mischievous grin plastered against his lips as he passed a couple of beers to the male. “It’s only a couple of beers, won’t hurt ya. I mean unless you get drunk easily and do something stupid which I won’t let happen.”

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“This is a couple of beers.” He agrees with a nod, “That doesn’t take away from the drinks with Hope or the many others that people just keep handing me.” He looks around a little confused, “I’m not even sure I know most of the people who handed me a cup, this is how people get roofied isn’t it?” He finally came to the realization.

“I think you’re allowed to let it swell your ego a little bit,” Hope insisted.  “It’s not every day a person becomes king, after all.”  If they got the chance to indulge in a night like that she’d be right there at Landon’s side to cheer him on - without interfering, because he was far better off if she didn’t help when it came to trivia.  “That too.  The only way to make any sense of that collection is if you’ve got vamp speed.”  Hope’s smile was almost too bright as Landon described them, because it was how she felt as well.  They’d been born to destroy each other, the loophole to end Malivore and his intended host.  In some ways, they’d both fulfilled their destinies.  And in some ways it had destroyed them both.  But they’d come out the other side, reborn like Landon’s phoenix.  “Not anymore.  Now it’s up to you and I to decide how we live, how we grow, what we do.  And it’s going to be amazing, every bit of it.”

Her laugh was loud and open, and she gave him a quick kiss in response to his promise.  “I know it’s a terrible fate, but I suppose we’ll just have to try and live through it,” she grinned.  Digging her boots out of the closet she zipped them up and grabbed her bag before joining Landon at the bedroom door ready for adventure.  “Lead on, Romeo.”

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Landon nods his head a little, “Healthy isn’t it? Little swelling of the ego.” He said so more to accept it himself, finding ego was a little harder to Landon but since coming into his own he was getting more practice at it. “Maybe I should ask your dad about it.” He jokes knowing full well the last thing he needed was Klaus Mikaelson thinking he was dubbing himself king and having some kind of issue. 

“And for now, I’ve decided a great date night.” He claims as he takes her hand and leads them out of the compound walking down the street with her. He liked to think that to people who walked by not knowing who they were, that they looked like any old normal young couple. Just enjoying an evening together, without the world’s pressures lingering. “So you might know this place but I thought I would take a stab in the dark cause I heard its kind of a hidden gem. And I might have named dropped to get us in after hours.” He admits with a slight grimace but honestly what was the point of knowing people whose names strike fear in the masses if you didn’t use it once in awhile to woo your girl? 

Taking her out of the center of the city nearing the edge, Landon offered a smile, “Alright I’m not gonna blind fold you cause it seems all the more cheesy. I mean unless you like the cheesy? Which granted you are dating me so it seems right up your alley.” He muses while handing her a tie that he found around the compound, “Want me to do the honors?” 

Finding himself with an overwhelming amount of free time tonight had sent Toby off for some drinks, a grin quipping across his lips as he approached the other, 4 beers in hand as he did so. “I’ve got a bit of a dilemma,” Toby quipped. “I’ve got all these beers and no one to drink ‘em with.”

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       the last party that oakley had been to was her own twenty-first birthday party, and that had ended with an unwelcome transition into a vampire, so she felt like she had reason to not be fully comfortable with the party scene just yet. ❝ feel free to take a seat and stay a while. ❞ oakley told landon with a smile. ❝ parties are a bit of a touchy subject for me at the moment, so i understand completely. ❞ she added honestly. at the mention of interrupting her peace, oakley smiled again and shook her head. ❝ not a bother at all. it’s landon, right? ❞ she’d seen a photo of him in hope’s room once and had inquired as to who he was. 

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Landon offers a friendly smile, “Thanks.” He hated the idea of ruining someone’s wanting to be alone but she seemed pretty okay with the idea of sharing her space. “Ah yeah I get it.” He wasn’t one to pry having his own traumas that made people uncomfortable to hear or he just didn’t like the pity that came across. Being a foster kid he had enough of that. “Yeah that’s right. Your living with Marcel or something right?” He had seen the man coming and going from the compound, still unsure what to refer to him as, Hope’s brother or uncle and wasn’t interested in making anyone uncomfortable by asking. “That ah well somehow connects us, I guess.” He gives a weak laugh, “The Mikaelson family is kind of confusing to keep track of, thousand years around its bound to.”

Klaus couldn’t exactly explain how it was he had come to be in attendance of the party, initially he had intended to add himself to Hope’s protection detail, but after his daughter had decided that her friends and mother were much more suitable company (and rightly so) she had managed to give her father the slip quite easily. For a long while he had been stood around the edges, pacing mostly and inspecting the inside of his cup with a groan as the plastic crumpled beneath his touch. This type of celebration wasn’t one that he was used to and witnessing familiar faces in compromising positions was certainly something that he would call upon at a later date, but for now he was content in knowing his family were safe. 

His one mistake however, was that he kept drinking the mysterious mixes that were passed his way and as the evening went on, he could begin to feel the effects - even if only slightly, but his inhibitions had been lowered enough to accept a challenge. 

Klaus was handed a ping pong ball, before being marched towards an entire area dedicated to beer pong. As he approached, he made his best attempt to conceal his amusement, but as he scoped out the competition he realised it was going to be one sided. The hybrid began rolling up his sleeves in preparation, before graciously accepting another drink as the game went underway. “You introduced yourself as a self proclaimed champion” he mused before gesturing to his full cups, “and yet I remain parched” as he watched another ball skimmed his cups before lining up to take his own shot and dedicating his entire attention towards it, before landing the ball into the cup with ease as their gathering crowds erupted with a cheer. 

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Landon watched the game not sure how he felt about watching Hope’s dad playing beer bong, either way he was committed to not step into any messes by outright taking part in underage drinking in front of the man who likely looked at him more harshly than any other human being would in the world. “I mean its all about physics and angles.” He mentions with a shrug of his shoulders, he wasn’t a math genius by any means but he knew that well enough. With the right amount force at the right angle it would be pretty hard to miss their target, not that he expected those Klaus was playing with to know that or be able to put it into practice. “Sorry, not to interrupt or anything.”

       perhaps a party with this amount of attendees wasn’t the best place for a young ripper like oakley, but she knew that if she didn’t force herself into social situations, she was never going to get a handle on her hunger, and that would be even worse. she was playing it safe though – she’d consumed multiple blood bags before heading to the party, and she had positioned her lounge chair a good distance away from the center of the party. the fact that she wasn’t around other people meant that oakley had ample time to soak up some rays from the sun and just take a few moments to breathe. however, when her vampiric hearing picked up on footsteps coming from beside her, oakley turned her head to face the person as they approached. ❝ taking a break from the chaos? ❞  // @farfromhomestarters​ 

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Landon didn’t much care for parties as it was which usually was because he was the butt of jokes or it gave the jerks more reason to be bigger jerks while they drank too much, when these ones were hosted at the Salvatore school he only showed up for a couple hours before finding his way back to his or Hope’s room. “Something like that, yeah.” Landon replies with a nod of his head, “Big crowds aren’t my favorite thing. At least its all outside mostly, makes it a bit easier to handle rather than everyone being packed into a room together.” Landon still hadn’t gotten over his fear of closed spaces, likely would never be able to. “Not that I meant to bother you, seem to be enjoying your solitude.”

Henrik did his best to get caught up with everything that happened in the city ever since he left. But there was a lot of information to process, mostly when it came to his family. Henrik had made a decision all those years ago, that he did not want anything to have with them, which was why he left in the first place, never making his return and presence known to them. But enough time had passed, he thought and with all the rumors he had heard about New Orleans, it was about time he reunited with his family. Although, he did not expect a warm welcome, whatsoever. “I guess so, things hardly ever remain the same. No, I’m not lost, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.” He smiled at the other, looking up at the Mikaelson compound. “You wouldn’t happen to know if there’s anyone home, would you? Or should I just knock?”

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Landon gives a soft nod of his head he wasn’t sure why someone would be turning up at the Mikaelson home but given recent events he was a little uneasy with a stranger given he saw the state that Klaus was in when Cami was gone, not only emotionally but the fact that whatever magic link they had made him sick when she was bitten. “Ah we’re all usually in and out but there’s usually someone in.” He answers stepping up to the door to stand in front of it, not the best line of defense but given who lived there he doubted they needed his defense. “Who is it you’re looking for? I can pop in and see if they’re here and tell them...who is calling?”

New Orleans. Henrik didn’t expect to be coming here so soon after leaving the first time. But, he heard about the rumors, of what was happening in the city and he had to come check it out by himself. Of course, the idea of possibly encountering his family wasn’t a pleasant one, since they still did not know of his comeback all those years ago but maybe it was time for him to let his presence known to his siblings. “There’s been quite a few developments since the last time I was here.” He said, looking around the busy street of the French Quarter, while standing in front of the Mikaelson Compound. @farfromhomestarters​

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Landon had been out setting up the date night surprise for Hope, coming home with the general idea of it was as good as he was gonna get. He wasn’t sure what Hope he would get but he figured as long as he could talk her into going out it would be fine. The lows were the hardest to get her to do anything outside of her room but he was prepared to give a speech about getting out and facing things even if it was hard and he being there with her. Stopping as he noticed a guy standing outside of the compound he now lived in with the original family he cast a look around. With Cami having just being brought back home from being kidnapped he was on edge. “Ah yeah, well busy city. Always on the move right? Some change can be great and others...well not so much. If you’re lost maybe I can help?” He offers.

“You’ve got amazing movie trivia knowledge,” Hope agreed.  “Some day when we have a few minutes to breathe we’re going to go do one of those trivia nights at the bar and you’ll clean up.  You’re about the only person who’s ever been able to make any sense of that library, so I think that speaks volumes about how smart you are,” she complimented.  Despite her elevated mood, Hope’s expression did turn more serious at the reminder of all they’d gone through, and what they’d gained from it in the end.  “Screw fate.  You and I, we’re stronger than that.  You’re right that the road was bumpy, probably will continue to be bumpy, but at the end of it we’re always going to be together.”  Selfishly she knew they would be because she couldn’t handle ever losing hijm again, but in a very real sense their love transcended everything in her world.

Landon’s teasing pulled a giggle from her, and she shook her head.  “No, no infected unicorns this time around.  When the highs hit me right now they’re hitting me hard, and you’re just going to have to put up with happy chirpy giggly Hope Mikaelson even without any slugs.”  She still played along as he checked her face, though, flashing a bright smile at him until he concluded his search.  “Shoes it is.  I have a super cute pair of boots in here somewhere that would be perfect for this.”

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Landon smiles, “We should totally do that, I think it could be fun. I’ll try to not let it go to my head when I become trivia king.” He jokes knowing full well that most likely couldn’t careless about him winning some bar’s trivia games but it could be a cool title for him personally. “Or how terrible Dr. Saltzman’s collection readability is.” He answers with a nod of his head, though a lot of it wasn’t something that the student wanted to read nor wanted. “Oh yeah one hundred percent, fate has nothing on us. Destiny, fate, divine province what have you, it doesn’t tell us who we love, it doesn’t get to tell us how to live or die. We’re the kids of creatures that should never have existed, we break the molding.” There were times when things seemed too hard for them that they were fooling themselves but in the end it didn’t seem to matter. They couldn’t keep themselves from feeling how they felt.

Landon lets out a mocking groan, “Oh no, a chipper and happy Hope Mikaelson, woe is me really.” He grins before leaning in to give her a kiss on the smiling lips in front of him. “Highs and lows, I’ll be here.” He promised before stepping away to allow her to get her boots while he collected his own shoes pulling them on. Going to Hope’s bedroom door he opened it up for her and stood waiting for her to get everything she needed before they went off on their adventure.

“I think it’s a lot of both, actually.  You’ve always been smarter than anyone realized - remember that time you figured out how to kill Cupid’s brother?  Or all the times you and Wade pulled out some insane dungeons and dragons knowledge to tell us all what kind of monster we were facing.”  Landon’s blush was so cute that she had to giggle all over again, leaning down to kiss his cheek as he went on talking.  “I guess we did, didn’t we?  Both of us ended up with exactly who we were meant to, and it’s perfect.  You’re perfect.”  Nodding eagerly at his suggestion, Hope gave his hand a squeeze.  “We will - fortunately we’ll have plenty of time for that going forward.”

Part of the reason she’d had a hard time acknowledging her feelings for Landon was that when he paid her compliments like that it was so hard for her to believe them.  But over and over, he’d shown her that he meant them, that he believed them, and slowly she’d come to realize that if he did there was no reason she shouldn’t.  “Oh my gosh.  Yes, it does beat being a seventy year old vampire, especially that one.”  His fluttering lashes made her blush even brighter, and for a moment she couldn’t form words through her smile.  “That really is impossible, and if you keep showing off those amazing eyes we might never leave.”  Despite that, though, she did force herself up with a groan - only to jump into his arms once he was up as well.  “You are literally the cutest man ever.”

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“Well I just have the best movie trivia knowledge and from there it made looking things up in Dr. Saltzman’s library a little easier.” Landon was pretty proud that the things that were once thought useless knowledge became important, it made him useful even if he couldn’t do the things others at the school could. “It was a bumpy road but I think for the most part it has been worth it right? We beat fate.” There weren’t many that could say such a thing, they went through impossible odds and for a time they thought they were doomed, that their relationship was meant to be doomed. 

Landon laughs, knowing full well Roman could show up at any moment and it wouldn’t make a lick of difference. He wasn’t threatened by a good looking guy with ten times his strength, he had no reason to be because no matter what no one could replace what he and Hope had. No one could compete with the love made between two forces that were meant to destroy one another. “Well as amazing as my eyes are, I would hate for you to miss this date I have planned.” Once Hope had gotten up and he was able to follow he found himself letting out a breath with an ‘oof’ as she jumped into his arms. “Do I have to check you for slug slime? Tell me, Miss. Mikaelson you been in contact with any infect unicorns lately?” He asks with a hint of teasing though it didn’t stop him from trying to check her face over. He liked Hope happy there was no doubt about that but given all the things they had been through he wanted to be sure she was okay as well. “Come on, shoes on.”

Klaus had to grit his teeth to quite literally hold his tongue, he knew what this boy meant to Hope and so he didn’t want to risk acting out in ways that his daughter would make him live to regret. It didn’t however, prevent him from being argumentative. “And who’s going to stop me?” he hissed, “because it certainly won’t be you.” Klaus attempted to hoist himself into a standing position, still grappling with the cabinet for support. He could only anticipate what was to come as Landon took a bold step forwards and despite his reaction times being a little delayed, he went to pull from Landon’s arm, but staggered instead and as a result, ended up gripping the male’s shoulder for support. His breaths were heavy, labouring with each attempt and his grasp tightened slightly around Landon’s shoulder.  There was a moment of weakness that allowed for Klaus to speak honestly, “you care for my daughter? Yes?” he questioned, but it was entirely rhetorical, “just as I care for Camille. It is important, that she is found.”

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Landon certainly wasn’t looking to prove the original hybrid of all people wrong but he had the notion that he wouldn’t have to do much to do so given the man’s current state. Though watching the older male fumble around like a new born deer was a little hard to watch, “Me? No never but I don’t think you should push yourself.” He tells the other as he’s grabbed by the staggering Mikaelson hoping he’s not brought down to the ground with him. The question caught Landon more off guard than the appearance of the sick hybrid. “If Hope was missing and I was as sick as you are, I would let others help her cause I know that she’d be in good hands, better than me trying to fumble around and end up getting us both hurt.” He answers honestly to Klaus as he started to led the other back to his room, “People care about Cami, like they care about Hope, they won’t let anything happen. You just have to have a little faith in them, which trust me I know it sucks, the amount of times I’ve bene told to sit something dangerous out. I’m sure its not something you’re usually faced with.”