marshallsmikaelson

[marshallsmikaelson]

Marshall pursed his lips into a small, thinking-pout and hummed. "I don't know if I like that theory." He finally stated childishly. "It makes it sound like nothing can be changed about the future we came from and that it's just 'is what it is'. Boo." He remarked. "Though, I like the idea of accidentally erasing people from existence even less. So, you win this time, Multi-versal-thingy." He laughed softly.

His grin widened at Eliza's giddy squealing and he nodded, even as he felt his cheeks warming with embarrassment. "So gorgeous, sis. It's ridiculous, honestly." Marshall stated. "He's tall and-and like, two of me, put together. Muscular..." He mused and trailed off in thought. Shaking his head to bring him back to reality, he gestured in his sister's direction. "Come on - there's got to be someone that you've dazzled, 'Liza. Bet they're out there right now, just gushing thinking about you."

"See, this is the thing; it all kinda depends what school of time travel you subscribe to. If multiversal theory is true then we can't actually affect the future - all we're doing by being here is creating a new universe where the future's already whatever it's going to be." She was in danger of falling down one of her nerdy rabbit holes, but Eliza wasn't about to stop herself. "But if it's not that, then who knows? Can we grandfather paradox this business, and accidentally cause something - or someone - not to exist? Would we even know? It's not like this is Back to the Future where we've got a photograph people get erased from as the timeline changes. And what if the things we remember aren't what happened anyway, because we've all got some Mandela Effect thing going on? I have no idea how this is going to work, but it's driving me crazy not to know."

Her attention turned fully to her brother's words, though, as he explained who exactly he was dating. Squealing again, she only barely resisted the urge to jump up and down. "That's amazing! Is he gorgeous? I bet he's gorgeous."

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"Oh, I think that'd be kind of romantic! You two could have a nice dinner by candlelight, and wile away the hours as he sweet talks you in Spanish and teaches you." Marshall hummed and grinned at the idea. It really did sound like a great evening to him. For all his shy demeanor, he was a hopeless romantic though, and there wasn't much that it took for him to find the romance in.

His smile softened as Elli congratulated him. "Thanks, El. I'm happy for you too - or, will be if it goes anywhere. If not - we can wallow and talk about how bad he is." He laughed once more.

"It's honestly got me considering learning the language," Ellington laughs softly with a brief shake of her head. "Maybe that's something I could ask him to teach me? Could be a bonding thing or something?" Another round of laughter eased from the femme's frame at her cousins words, more than amused by the idea as she offered a simple shrug. "It really would be our luck," she agrees. "But I definitely hope it's not."

"I'm happy for you though, Marsh," the witch offers softly. "I mean if anyone deserves it- it's definitely you. Probably the purest Mikaelson out of all of us."

[marshallsmikaelson]

Marshall gave Jacob an expression of almost horrified disbelief. "I never said anything like that! That's just mean!" He countered and pouted. He was still pouting even as Jacob explained why his tone had shifted so suddenly, but it had faded away by the time he paused his speaking.

"Yeah, Arty deals with it. I don't envy her - she seems to struggle so hard sometimes, but she's done really good, I think. I'm proud of her regardless." He smiled slightly, but it instantly turned into a frown as he rolled his eyes. "You know, I wouldn't have told you about Wyatt if you were going to call him a geezer. He's not that old."

Jacob let out a theatrical gasp, feigning offence. "Blimey, here I was thinking you were the polite one. Accusing me of picking on you, calling me weird. Marshall the Terrible, that it?" He gave his head a mock shake before a laugh broke through, soft and unguarded. He tried to press it back with a tight-lipped grin, like a schoolboy trying to hide he’d said something cheeky in class.

"Pretty sure that's what you first said to me, come to think of it," he added, straightening his shoulders. "Yeah. Jacob. Son of Stefan Salvatore and Valerie Tulle. That one. The one who snuffed it before he had the chance to be born." His lips curved, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. "Turns out, death didn’t quite stick. Even for someone who never left the womb."

The humour ebbed away then. His expression shifted, into an expression Marshall always had on his face when he confused and a little weirded out. "Weird." His gaze fell, brow creasing slightly. "Rude then. Still rude now."

When asked what was wrong, Jacob let out a breath, hand raking through his hair. "Peckish, that’s all. My throat would have been, I'd bite into his neck until it popped off and rolled away. One of the negative parts of being my kind of vampire around human blood. But I hear you know a thing or two about rippers"

His eyes flicked, uninvited, to the pulse at Marshall's neck. It stirred something, but not enough to push him over. "You are one of the few who doesn't have to worry about that. Instinctively know better. Not quite ready to go back to no magic and aging until I was your new geezer's age."

[marshallsmikaelson]

Marshall laughed lightly. Their younger sister was definitely her own brand of trouble when she wanted to be. "Maybe us being here messed things up though?" He countered. "Like, what if we went to tell someone about this really cool and awesome band and then it just never happens and we look like liars?" He contemplated.

His sister's squealing and firm grip on his shoulders had been anticipated, but they still caught him off guard slightly. "Okay, okay!" He laughed out. "It's all new though - like, really new. Maybe a few days new at the most." He prefaced.

"Uh, his name's Wyatt. We met back before Halloween. He's a wolf-witch and in his early thirties." Marshall explained. "We'd only really talked a few times before, but a few days back we ran into each other again and one thing led to another..." He trailed off and shook his head. "Needless to say, we ended up with lips locked and moving things to a different level, I guess is how people would say?"

Eliza only held her laughter until Marshall gave up, nearly shaking with hers. "Sure, that could happen. I think I've conditioned him to expect that anything I say will be something nerdy and probably not worth listening to." Snapping her fingers, she nodded. "Exactly. It's all a clever ruse and she's just biding her time until she decides to strike. Classic supervillain move."

"Oh, I hadn't even thought of that. Imagine all you could tell people about the trends in music that are coming, or how much money you could make off investing in bands no one knows about yet." There was probably something unethical about that, but she didn't know just what. Marshall's dragged out word made her squeal, and she grabbed him by the shoulders. "Dating? I want details!"

[marshallsmikaelson]

Marshall practically squirmed in place. "Because," He could have been accused of whining out, "It will be incredibly difficult to talk to you if my mouth is busy being locked to yours because I'm not wearing enough." The words left him without warning before he could stop them. He whirled around to hide his scarlet cheeks, running his hands over his face. Once he was certain enough he'd at least composed himself slightly, he turned back around.

"I know that... but I still feel like I should find something a little nicer to wear." He expressed quietly. Pursing his lips some, he thought on the question. "I don't think I have any allergies. At least none that I can think of, so I think we're good there." He hummed. "Oh - uh, I'm not really a big fan of mushrooms. I think it's their weird texture..." He mimicked as if pinching one between two fingers.

"Why would you need something to wear?" Wyatt asked, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. The shift in Marshall slowly turning back into the flustered, cute guy had been noticed. The awkward flush and fumbling demeanor were unmissable. It was clear enough what Marshall was doing; he wanted to get to know Wyatt more, and Wyatt was all for it and resisting his primal instinct.

Still, instincts ran deeper than patience some days. "Not that I mind the view," he added, tone casual enough to cover the heat behind it.

A rough exhale left him as space grew between them—shirt back on, tension cooling. Wyatt leaned back, eyes flicking away just long enough to ground himself. "No need to overdo it," he said, voice smoothing out again. "I'm still a wolf at the end of the day. Simple works."

He paused, gaze settling steady now. "That said, anything I should know food-wise? Allergies? Dislikes? Last thing I wanna do is poison dinner by accident."

[marshallsmikaelson]

"Don't look at me like that. I told you that I would think about your offer to teach me how to defend myself. Well, I did - and I'm here." Marshall shrugged his shoulders some. Truth be told, however, he wasn't certain about this. What if it went horribly wrong and he just ended up having Andrea hurt him instead? What if it wasn't enough to even defend himself when it mattered? He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

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[marshallsmikaelson]

Marshall snorted softly. "Hey, you never know, Uncle Klaus might listen to you." He tried to be encouraging about the idea, but laughed quietly in the end. He had to honest with himself - their uncle wouldn't listen to anyone unless he truly wanted to. "Yes. I'm expecting it any day now. Gracie may pretend to be the adorable and innocent one of the family - but we all know the truth." He teased.

"Yeah, that's been kind of interesting. It's a little neat to be able to listen to the 'classics' while they're still hot and current and people are talking about them." Marshall hummed. He wasn't much of a reader, but vividly remembered how attached to books Eliza could get herself when she found something good. "Uh, me, well you know... just hanging out here and there trying to figure out what to do with myself." He shrugged his shoulders. "And... well, da...ting, now I guess?" He broke the word into two syllables. He didn't want to brag about it, of course - but he had always told Eliza just about everything that had ever gone on in his life.

"That sounds like a perfect idea," Eliza grinned, turning them in the right direction so they could start walking towards Mystic Falls' best known little restaurant. "Yeah," she agreed, smile falling a little. "I wish I knew what I could do to help them, but it's not like I can go to Uncle Klaus and tell him to just cooperate with mom for a while because I'd like a family dinner occasionally." Though she'd considered it. "Oh god. It's only a matter of time, isn't it?"

She chuckled quietly. "You know me, my adventures aren't usually very grand. But it's been pretty good lately - do you know how much easier it is to hunt books from this era now that we're actually in this era? There are shops all over, and we're not always running around with Triad on our heels. I've read a lot and looked at lots of cool little things in the city. And..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "How about you? What grand adventures have you had?"

[marshallsmikaelson]

"And you didn't tell me sooner!?" Marshall practically scrambled and fell out of his bed as he threw aside his comforter and sprang up. "Four! Come on, you've got to let me see 'em now." The male exclaimed childishly. He could already picture their adorable fluffiness.

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"I bought a bunny," Ares shrugs, a comical grin plastered to his lips as he glanced over at the other male. "Then I bought another one so they wouldn’t be lonely. Long story short, I have four bunnies.”

[marshallsmikaelson]

The grin on Marshall's face at the teasing nickname was infectious and he practically hopped across the kitchen as he wandered to the fridge. "You're safe - not in a cookie dough kind of mood." He hummed as he rummaged around and emerged with a pack of Reese's cups that he'd tucked behind some bags of salad. "Score." He chimed and strolled to climb into a stool near her. "Seriously - these things are good anyway, but there's something addicting about them when they're ice cold." He mused as he fumbled one out of its paper cup.

Closed Starter - @marshallsmikaelson

"Hey pipsqueak," Kennedy grins as the younger Mikaelson entered the kitchen, spoon settled in the tub of cookie dough as she lowered it to her lap. "If you're looking for the cookie dough, there's not much left."

[marshallsmikaelson]

Marshall pouted his lips out as they walked, humming in thought. "Then let's go check it out!" He chimed. "We'll eat too much ice cream and then complain about it later." The male added before sighing softly. "I don't know, it's almost as if being here in the past is making Mom and Dad even more stressed out even though there is considerably less madness going on on a day to day basis." Marshall remarked. "Then again - Mom's been so frustrated with Uncle Klaus and Dad's probably been caught up in all of that.... at least Gracie hasn't gotten herself in trouble for something animal-related again." He grinned lightly.

"But - " He gently swayed with his sister. " - What's new in the world of Eliza? Off having grand adventures?" He joked lightly.

Eliza beamed as his arm linked with hers, a rush of happiness flooding her system at having her brother so close. "You're not wrong at all, there's never a time that ice cream doesn't sound amazing. I found out the Mystic Grill added a bunch of flavors, and I want to eat them all." She nodded firmly. "You're not wrong; I don't remember the last time we sat down with Mom and Dad around the table to have dinner or play a game or something, and it's depressing."

[marshallsmikaelson]

[ Brandon Flynn | He/Him] A new face takes refuge under Dark Skies. MARSHALL SALVATORE MIKAELSON, a 21 year old HUMAN (CURE), is one of those from the FUTURE learning to navigate this changed world. People say behind their back that they’re SOFT but the truth is that they’re really GENTLE. Their style can best be described as LIGHT RAIN ON A SPRING AFTERNOON; BEING WRAPPED IN A WARM BLANKET ON A CHILLY EVENING; AND SOFT-SPOKEN WORDS, and we’ll see how that helps them fit in.

Name: Marshall Salvatore Mikaelson (Not to be confused with his family’s joint surname Salvatore-Mikaelson)

Age: 21 (As of Group’s One Year Anniversary)

Pronouns/Sexuality: He/Him, Bisexual

Species: Human (Cure Blooded)

Affiliation: Mikaelson Family; Salvatore Family

Family:

Maverick Salvatore (Father)

Rebekah Salvatore-Mikaelson (Mother)

Eliza, Artemis, and Gracie Salvatore-Mikaelson (Sisters)

Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Finn, Henrik, and Freya Mikaelson (Uncles and Aunt)

Stefanie Salvatore (Aunt)

A slew of cousins on both sides of his family.

Damon and Elena Salvatore (Grandpa and Grandma)

Background:

Marshall is the middle child of Maveric and Rebekah; and the only son in their family. For much of his life, the young man has struggled with being a very softhearted and sensitive individual - a stark contrast to the majority of the family members on the Mikaelson side of his family tree. Marshall was named after Hayley, while he was given his father’s surname Salvatore as his middle name instead of hyphenating it into his last name.

A bisexual disaster with the good looks of both his parents and his grandfather, Marshall probably could be fighting off waves of suitors and suitresses – if he just had the self-confidence to flaunt what he had without getting utterly embarrassed within minutes.

Marshall loves his family more than anything - even if some of his family make him nervous and are intimidating just to be around. Very much a lover and not a fighter, he’s found it difficult being raised in the future with Triad’s dominance and now being dragged into the past only to find Triad trying to grow into the nightmare they were in ‘his’ present.

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One Year Later

Not much had happened for Marshall during the first year following the merging timelines. As the young male continued to struggle with his own uncertain self-image and lack of confidence, he simply tried to navigate what was his new normal. Eventually, that led him to meeting an older male by the name of Wyatt - both a witch and the last of the Guerrera werewolf family that had been eradicated by his uncle Elijah some years prior. As the two began to speak and get to know one another, Marshall found himself warming up to the kind words and compliments; as well as the way he did not seem to hold any particular expectations from him for being neither a Mikaelson nor a Salvatore. Instead, Wyatt seemed interested in him solely for him - something Marshall couldn't quite understand.

Wyatt and Marshall met once more on Halloween at his family's party - where they continued getting to know one another and simply enjoying one another's company - and the mutual lack of clothing that both of their chosen costumes had provided them. Following the chaotic events of the evening, where Marshall had been charmed into believing he was the exotic dancer as he had chosen to come costumed as that evening, Marshall began to gradually tap into the well of self-confidence that was buried within him; bringing out glimpses of who the real young man could be when he wasn't burdened by self-conscious second-guessing himself.

Marshall confided in Andrea Kenner, whom often times felt more like an actual elder sister than simply a close family connection, about not only his fears about Triad - but about Wyatt and the way the older male made him feel. Though she warned him about the somewhat concerning circumstances surrounding the pair - such as Wyatt's evening spent (alone, after following his scent) in Marshall's bedroom following Halloween as he worked off the effects of the costume curse.

Following the devastating storm caused by Kaidan Meadows at the abduction of his mate, Evelynn Kenner, Marshall and Wyatt reunited once more - and the budding feelings towards one another that had been building finally culminated in the pair sharing both kisses and confessions towards wanting to be something more - something deeper than just casual conversation companions. And thus, Marshall headed towards the future to tackle its unknown dangers and navigate the unfamiliar territory of the dating world.

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"Absolute liar. You're incredibly mean to me and I don't know why I bother talking to you." Marshall remarked jokingly and rolled his eyes. A heavy sigh left the slender male. "Yeah, you're probably right. You can't only dump your problems on your family." He pursed his lips some and glanced over at Jacob. "You know what I mean. You're... just weird." He smirked some.

"No, no. Let's just let him keep leaving and take his weird questions with him." Marshall shook his head, but blinked some at the sudden shift in tone. "What's that all about?"

Jacob gasped dramatically, feigning shock. "Me, tease you? Never." A playful smirk curved his lips as he raised an eyebrow. "I simply make honesty more entertaining. Besides, you need someone outside the whole Mikaelson lot to confide in."

The faint echo of the fleeing man's heartbeat still drummed enticingly in Jacob's ears, and he briefly shook his head, forcing himself to refocus entirely on Marshall. "If you're that keen, I can always fetch him back for you," he joked lightly, his tone deliberately casual.

"Truth is, having that as your main threat isn't half bad, mate. Trust me, threats can get much worse—and often without your say-so." Jacob's expression softened slightly, revealing a rare seriousness beneath the teasing. "Count yourself lucky, yeah?"

[marshallsmikaelson]

Heat and blush once again spread from Marshall's cheeks and down into his chest and he coughed as he lightly cleared his throat. "Y-Yeah. That too, I guess." He shook his head a few quick times and forced himself to look anywhere but Wyatt's face as he steadied himself once more. "Uh... actually I think it's still in the corner of my room..." He added as he thought on it for a moment. "I was going to move it, but then I remembered that we hadn't gotten around to exchanging numbers..." He explained. "But, I mean, now here we are..." The sentenced trailed off breathlessly as his mind wandered off course.

The gentle catch in the fabric of his shirt veered his thoughts back on track and he silently watched Wyatt gaze over him. There was something in the older male's eyes that Marshall didn't know how to properly describe. Something akin to 'hunger' as best as he could put it. "Yeah?" Marshall blinked, as if a part of him had still expected Wyatt to decide against having a dinner date with him. "Uh, great! Yeah, that sounds great... but I seriously need to get home then so I can shower... and find something to wear..." He mumbled and finally tugged the shirt over his head and slipped his arms into its sleeves. Maybe he could go shopping beforehand? There was still a decent amount of time before the evening rolled in.

"Not to mention, I was naked in that bedroom," Wyatt remarked, a playful grin spreading across his lips. Shifting had its quirks, and clothing typically wasn't part of the deal—though he'd considered using a spell, he hadn't quite mastered keeping attire intact. "Still missing that jacket from my costume," he added thoughtfully. He was certain he'd left it behind, though the oversight was intriguing rather than bothersome.

Noticing Marshall's nervous fidgeting with his shirt, Wyatt gently caught the fabric between his fingers, a subtle move to prolong the moment. He wasn't ready just yet for Marshall to fully cover himself again. "Hmm," Wyatt mused, his eyes slowly and openly appreciating the sight. "Mine it is, then. I'll cook—no unwanted interruptions, just the two of us. Conversation would be…" His gaze lingered meaningfully on Marshall before releasing the fabric with an amused smile. "Interesting."

[marshallsmikaelson]

"Of course. These look important, don't want them just flying away." Marshall mused as he glanced at the confusing lists of words and names and terminology before handing them back to his grandmother. His grandmother - who should have been gracefully approaching her fifties and operating her practice instead of studying for... whatever it was she was studying for. "So, uh, what's all this for anyway?" He questioned lightly.

Elena let out a sigh of frustration as the papers flew off the table, what else could possibly go wrong at this point? It seemed like this just wasn't her day. She stopped as she heard his words, was he about to call her grandma? She didn't question it and took the papers from him. "Thank you. I appreciate it." She gave a polite smile as she put some of the papers away to save this from happening all over again.

[marshallsmikaelson]

"Luckiest in the world!" Marshall chimed warmly and hopped a few steps over towards her before looping his arm with her own. "Of course! Ice cream sounds amazing right now. Well, it always sounds amazing, let's be real." He laughed with a youthful innocence. "Things have been such a chaotic mess around here that it's been seriously cramping 'family time'."

Eliza made a quiet gagging sound and shook her head. "Yeah, we're never going to talk about any of that ever again, please and thanks." Her shudder unconsciously mimicked his. "Well then, how lucky for you that I was also missing my brother, huh? Want to go get an ice cream?"

[marshallsmikaelson]

A small yelp escaped the young male as he lunged to grab the papers that were caught up in the brief breeze. Letting out a small laugh, he wandered back towards the table and the familiar face sitting at it. It didn't even register how young the woman looked until the words had halfway left his mouth already.

"Don't worry Gran---uh... I got 'em. Don't worry." He shook his head and offered the sheets back. She couldn't have been older than he was right now. Maybe he was even older than her right now. His mind reeled from the confusing nature of all of this.

With another long day of classes behind her, Elena found herself at her favorite coffee shop, ordering herself a drink, she took it to a table outside. 30 minutes passed by as she got more and more frustrated. "How am I supposed to learn this entire book in time for that test?" She mused aloud, as much as she loved nursing school, it was stressful.. and it wasn't like she didn't have a lot of other stuff going on.

[marshallsmikaelson]

"Oh, well, thanks so much, Gracie. We can't all be as pretty as you are though." Marshall laughed softly. "See, I tried to warn everyone that I'm the sweet and innocent sibling these days and yours is just a facade." He grinned and nudged her back gently. "What're you doing around here anyway? Find another animal to 'ethically relocate'?" He smiled.

"i mean.. you didn't get anything from either one of them." gracie pointed out, nudging her brothers shoulder. "pretty sure you're adopted too because you look like a garbage can baby."