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𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 everything that had to do with his God-given talents. Abilities he had, various of them. Most he found out he could do over the years and a variety of them came and went. Nathaniel was never one hundred percent certain what he was able to do and he understood that he may never discover it all the way either. And since Doctor Saltzman could never explain why, Nathaniel stopped pressing the issue.

Instead, he had private sessions with none other than Hope Mikaelson, in the hopes of learning more about what he could potentially do.

"Remind me why I'm the one you always ask," Hope crossed her arms over her chest, staring straight at Nathaniel. "You hate me, Nate."

Nathaniel's face scrunched up, as if he was pensive. "Hate is a strong word, tri-hard, a strong dislike for your personality would be a better fit. And besides, you have more durability than any of the others. I won't cause you that much damage. Hopefully."

Hope hummed, leaning against a fallen branch. "So, what's on the agenda today?"

Nathaniel tilted his head, earning a crack from his neck as he thought back. "Well, we got Telekinesis out of the way last session, and Telepathy before that."

"Both you sucked at," Hope raised her hands in a small motion with a mocking smile on her face.

Nathaniel narrowed his eyes. "I threw a tree branch at your head with my mind and then used mind control to make you ride it like a horse. Suck doesn't define my awesomeness- I just need to get the hang of it," he finished with a scoff.

Hope shook her head as she sighed. "Alright, can we hurry this up, please? I was planning on squeezing in a run before Doctor Saltzman decides on shutting down the party."

"I want to try to grant you some of my abilities," Nathaniel swiftly rolled his eyes at her lack of patience. "I went digging and found some lore in the library. Turns out I can empower other beings. Thing is, I don't have a clue where to start."

"Empower?" Hope asked, seemingly intrigued by the way the conversation was heading.

Nathaniel nodded. "Yes."

Hope hummed. "Well, what did you read?"

Nathaniel thought back. "Something about emotional control and concentration mostly. Concentration I got down, but emotional control? That's the tricky part."

"Yeah, we both know you're not that great at that."

Nathaniel narrowed his eyes. "This isn't the time, tri-hard."

"What?" Hope asked, seemingly innocent. "It's not like we both don't know I'm right."

"And I'm supposed to be the dick," Nathaniel exasperatedly raised his arms before letting them fall to his sides. "You know what? Forget it. Go back to your emo boyfriend, I'm pretty sure you'll be glad to keep him company in the cellar."

Hope furrowed her brows. "Landon?"

Nathaniel rolled his eyes. "Who else, Hope? You're obviously not taking this seriously and in all honesty, I don't need you."

Hope looked taken back. "Okay, woah. I was joking. What's going on with you?"

That was the million dollar question. Nathaniel had no clue. Ever since the second Nathaniel's eyes landed on Landon and he saw the way Hope looked at him, he had felt off. It wasn't like he liked Hope Mikaelson, because he didn't, honest to God. It just didn't feel right. Even though they annoyed each other to no end, it had only ever been the two of them. Mostly because they didn't really hang around anyone else.

Jed being the only exception for Nathaniel.

"Nothing," Nathaniel sighed, covering his emotions with a cold expression before turning his back to the tribrid.

"It's obviously something," Hope pushed, recrossing her arms over her chest. "I know we have this we hate each other thing going on since forever, but you know you can trust me. I mean, you always have. We understand each other."

"Just drop it, Hope," Nathaniel shook his head, turning towards her. "You should probably go on your run before Ric shuts that party down. It looks like you need it."

And it did, because there was a slight tremble to the tribrid's stance. Hope looked Nathaniel over with a confused expression on her face. The reason behind Hope's confusion was the concern lacing the nephilim's tone as well as his gaze as Nathaniel looked at her. It wasn't odd for him to be worried about her from time to time, but he was never obvious about it.

"You're acting strange," Hope pointed out.

This caused Nathaniel to straighten up and clear his throat. The once cold look in his eyes back and this time it stayed put. "You're annoying, just go," he finished with a prompt eye-roll as he waved her off.

Hope clenched her jaw, eyes narrowing on him as all confusion left her and the notion of Nathaniel going back to being a dick set in. "You're an asshole."

And just before Nathaniel could even think of responding, his heightened hearing caught sound of leaves crunching just a few meters away from the two supernatural beings. In seconds, his senses were at high alert because this part of the woods was blocked off to the Mystic Falls population and no one should be wandering.

Nathaniel's eyes turned a shade of gold and once Hope saw them she tensed. The tribrid had seen them many times before, but each time she did, it felt like the first. Without a sound, Nathaniel lifted his hand and waved it in his direction, using his telekinesis abilities to pull the creature lurking in the woods in his direction before harshly pushing it against a tree by its neck.

That's when gold eyes met green and Nathaniel knew he was holding Landon Kirby in place.

"Have you gone fucking mad, Wednesday?" Nathaniel seethed as his eyes went back to their normal shade. "I could have killed you, you dumbass!"

"Put him down, Nate," Hope interrupted.

Nathaniel scoffed. "Shut up, Hope," he side-eyed her before turning his attention towards the other boy once again. "Fucking A, man! What the hell are you even doing here? You were locked up in the freaking cellar!"

Landon had his hands up in a surrender motion, which if were another situation, Nathaniel might have snorted. "One of your witch friends busted me out, I didn't ask them to do it! I just wanted to find the main road and leave-" he cut himself off. "And, holy shit, you have yellow eyes!"

"They're gold, asshat," Nathaniel corrected before letting go of the boy. "One second later and I swear you'd be dead. What a fucking imbecile," he trailed off, taking a few steps away from him.

"Are you okay?" Nathaniel heard Hope ask, and as he turned to respond he noticed the question was directed at Landon as she held onto his shoulders. Something in Nathaniel stirred, causing a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach as his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.

Nathaniel shook his head. "No, yeah, great. Ask the pretty-boy how he's doing. I literally almost just committed murder!"

"Nate!" Hope exploded, her eyes leaving a hyperventilating Landon to look at the nephilim in desperation. "How about you bring it down a notch?"

"Bring it-?" Nathaniel was baffled at the request. "You understand I almost slaughtered the kid? I can't fucking kill humans, Hope! You're one of the few people that knows that! So no, I can't fucking bring it down a notch!"

That's when it really dawned on him.

He almost killed someone.

And it would have been so easy too. It wasn't like he didn't come close from time to time, but those times weren't as easy as this one would have been. Just a snap of Landon's neck or ripping the boy's heart straight through his chest without a verification of who he was, what he was, and Nathaniel would have killed a human. God's creation. And that carried consequences Nathaniel knew all too well.

"I almost-" Nathaniel shook his head disbelievingly, sitting himself down on the tree branch Hope just seconds ago rested on before he could even think of losing his balance. "I could've ended everything right there," he rambled, sounding lost, seemingly talking to himself instead of the two teenagers before him.

And through his small fog, Nathaniel caught his name falling from Hope's lips and almost instantly, his crazy eyes connected with her worried ones. Nathaniel noticed she wasn't holding onto Landon anymore, but onto him. More specifically, his forearms. Hope's hands lit up a red color on his skin and soon the pressure he felt in his chest started to evaporate.

"You need to calm down," Hope pointed out softly. "Nate, you didn't hurt anyone."

Nathaniel suddenly was aware of how hot he felt. It was followed by the notion of wood burning beneath his fingers and Nathaniel knew he had to compose himself before he internally combust. He breathed heavily through his nose, taking in everything around him. And he wouldn't admit it to anyone, but the only thing Nathaniel could really concentrate on was the feel of Hope's hands on his skin.

"I'm fine," Nathaniel coldly pulled his arms away from Hope's grasp once he was able to calm himself.

Hope's eyes lingered on Nathaniel for another second with a hurt look before she actually went back to Landon. The nephilim chose to ignore it for the sake of sanity.

Nathaniel didn't really sleep at all that night, and come morning, he stood beside Doctor Saltzman with dark under-eye circles and slightly bloodshot eyes as he intently watched Landon Kirby while he sat across from Alaric's desk in his office.

"It's been twenty-four hours," Alaric stated, looking at the boy. "You ready for round two?"

Nathaniel was just hoping MG could compel the kid to forget everything so he could leave as soon as possible.

Landon hesitated for a moment. "Actually, I was wondering if I could stay."

Nathaniel lifted his arms exasperatedly. "Wednesday has a death wish."

Alaric sighed. "I can put you in touch with somebody who can help you with your problems at home," he trailed off.

"I don't have a home. Not anymore," Landon interrupted.

Nathaniel scoffed and Alaric gave him a pointed look, one Nathaniel quickly mimicked behind his back.

"I can work- I can do the dishes, and help with the janitorial stuff, I can cook," Landon tried making his case, but Nathaniel was sure Alaric's decision was made.

"You don't belong here," Nathaniel spat. "Last night was proof of that."

"Nate," Alaric warned the nephilim, eyeing him until Nathaniel looked away and straightened up. "I'm sorry, Landon," he turned towards the boy, his tone a bit softer. "Even though Nate's a little uncaring with his words, he's right. You don't belong here."

Landon scoffed, his frustration evident. "Then where do I belong? Tell me where I should go. You have no idea what it's like out there."

"That's not our problem, Wednesday," Nate interjected, a heavy sigh abandoning him. "There's a lot of students attending this school that knows exactly what it's like out there, maybe even more than you do, so that's a load of bullshit. Understand that this isn't an option for you."

Landon sighed, bringing his voice down. "I just want a way out of my own life."

Nathaniel scoffed. "By jumping into this one? You don't know the first thing about supernatural combat. And even if you did, you don't have the strength. I almost pummeled you last night. You think you can take on a werewolf, a vampire? Hell, a witch? Or even me? Think you can take me?- You'll just get yourself killed."

This seemed to knock some sense into Landon.

"I know it seems cruel, but please understand," Alaric started. "This school was created so we could shape the minds of young supernatural beings, protect their secret, and then send them out into the human world fully equipped to handle it. We are here to prevent these great kids from indulging in their darkest impulses. Make no mistake- these are predatory creatures. Vampires are driven by the feed and the kill. Wolves can't control themselves in their primal state. And witches?" he chuckled darkly. "Witches, when provoked, are responsible for some of the worst atrocities in history. And don't even get me started on nephilims. Nathaniel here can single-handedly start the end of the world. It's simply not safe for you here. I'm sorry."

Nathaniel almost wanted to clap.

Landon nodded disappointingly. "I understand."

Alaric nodded, pushing the intercom button on his desk. "Have MG come on in, please."

Seconds later, MG opened the door and walked into the office. The look of sympathy he gave Landon didn't go overlooked by Nathaniel, though the nephilim tried to understand why everyone felt so much for that kid.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," MG said. "But your buddy's gonna be okay here. We'll look out for him," MG put his right hand on Landon's left shoulder to look at the boy in the eye in order to compel him. MG's irises dilated and contracted as he made an attempt to take Landon's memories for a second time. "Now, all you gotta do is go home. Forget everything that you've seen or learned in the past two days. All you need to know is that your friend has found a home where he can live a better life."

Landon blinked as the compulsion seemingly kicked in.

Nathaniel was just glad it was over.

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unedited.
nate is really dickish but
i love him nonetheless
anywho, here's a little
forbeson/hathaniel(?) gif
i made for ya'll.