Hosie~ One Shots

The Last Letter

In a bleak, dystopian future where magic was outlawed and sorcerers hunted, hope was a rare commodity. The government's iron fist had long silenced the world of enchantments, leaving only whispers of rebellion and hidden promises. Josie Saltzman, one of the last remaining sorcerers, lived in secrecy, her only solace being her love for Hope Mikaelson. Their relationship was a hidden flame in a world of shadows, a secret they guarded closely.

One fateful night, their worst fears materialized. The government's enforcers, clad in black and armed with suppressive technology, stormed Josie's safehouse. Despite Josie's brave attempts to defend herself with her magic, she was overpowered and bound in magical restraints that nullified her powers. As she was dragged away, she managed to slip a small, folded piece of parchment into her pocket, her last act of defiance before the world went dark.

The cell where Josie was imprisoned was cold and sterile, lit only by a flickering overhead light. Her thoughts were consumed by Hope. In her dimly lit cell, Josie pulled out the letter she had managed to save, unfolding it with trembling fingers.

My Dearest Hope,

If you're reading this, then I'm no longer free. They've taken me, but I want you to know that my heart is with you, even in this cold, dark place. I don't know what the future holds, but I want you to remember that I love you more than anything.

I've always believed that love is our greatest strength, and it's what has kept me going, even in the darkest times. Please, don't let them take that away from you. Keep the flame of our love burning bright, and never let it be extinguished by the shadows that surround us.

You're the bravest person I know, and if anyone can find a way to bring me back, it's you. Don't give up on us. Fight for what we have, and fight for our future. I believe in you, Hope. More than anything, I believe in us.

Stay strong, and know that my love for you will never waver.

Forever yours,

Josie

When Hope Mikaelson received the letter, her heart ached with the weight of Josie's words. She had been at Josie's safehouse the night before, waiting for her to return. The sudden storming of the house by the enforcers had left her powerless and frantic, only to discover that Josie had been captured.

At her own hideout, Hope read the letter in the dim light of a single candle. The words cut through her like a blade. She clenched the letter, her eyes filling with tears.

"I won't let them take her from me," she vowed to the empty room.

Determined to rescue Josie, Hope knew she had to act quickly. She gathered her supplies, her movements swift and precise. In the underground network of rebels she trusted, Hope's reputation as a fearless fighter opened doors to allies willing to risk everything to help her.

"Hope," said Jed, a grizzled rebel leader who had seen many battles, "this is dangerous. The fortress is heavily guarded, and even with your skills, you might not make it."

"I have to try," Hope insisted. "Josie needs me."

Jed sighed but nodded. "Alright. We'll provide you with the best route and some additional support. But remember, the odds are against you."

"I know," Hope replied, her gaze steely. "But I'm not backing down."

Hope's journey to the fortress was fraught with peril. She navigated the treacherous landscape, using every bit of her cunning to avoid detection. The fortress loomed large, a menacing structure of cold steel and imposing defenses.

In the shadows of the fortress walls, Hope met with two allies—Kaleb, a skilled infiltrator, and MG, a tech expert. They had managed to disable some of the surveillance systems, providing a brief window of opportunity.

"Alright, Hope," Kaleb said, her voice low as they gathered in a hidden alcove. "We've managed to get you this far. The cell is on the east side, but it's heavily guarded. You'll need to use this to bypass the magical wards."

She handed Hope a small, intricate device that hummed with a soft, pulsating glow.

"Thank you," Hope said, accepting the device with a nod. "I'll handle the rest."

With the help of her allies, Hope infiltrated the fortress, moving stealthily through hidden passages and avoiding magical wards. The fortress was a labyrinth of dark corridors and cold, echoing halls. The air was thick with the scent of iron and fear.

When she finally reached Josie's cell, she paused to steady her breathing. The cell door was locked with a complex enchantment. Hope used the device to neutralize the wards and slowly opened the door. Inside, Josie was huddled on the floor, her face pale but her eyes bright with recognition.

"Hope?" Josie's voice was weak, but it held a note of hope. "You came for me."

Hope rushed to Josie's side, her heart breaking at the sight of her beloved in such a state. "Of course I did. We're getting out of here."

Josie looked up, her eyes filling with tears. "I thought I'd lost you."

"Never," Hope said fiercely. "You're the reason I keep going. Let me get these off you."

With quick, practiced movements, Hope removed Josie's magical restraints. Josie's strength began to return, and she looked up at Hope with gratitude and love.

"Thank you," Josie said softly, her voice breaking. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

Hope's eyes were filled with tears as she helped Josie to her feet. "We're not done yet. We have to get out of here."

As they made their way through the fortress, the alarms blared, and guards began to close in. Hope and Josie fought their way through the corridors, their movements synchronized and efficient. The adrenaline was both thrilling and terrifying.

"Hope!" Josie shouted over the din. "We need to get to the extraction point! It's this way!"

"I know!" Hope shouted back. "Stay close!"

Their escape was fraught with danger. The government's forces pursued them relentlessly, but their love and determination drove them forward. They fought with every ounce of strength they had, their bond giving them the courage to face the impossible.

When they finally reached the extraction point, the rebel transport was waiting. Hope helped Josie aboard, their breaths ragged and their faces smeared with dirt and sweat. As the transport lifted off, they looked back at the fortress, their hearts heavy but relieved.

In the days that followed, Hope and Josie continued to fight against the oppressive regime. They joined forces with other rebels, their love and resilience becoming symbols of hope for those who sought freedom.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, Hope and Josie sat together on a quiet hill overlooking a campfire. The stars above twinkled brightly, a reminder of the beauty that still existed in the world.

Josie leaned her head on Hope's shoulder, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Thank you for everything," she said softly. "I don't know how I could have made it without you."

Hope kissed the top of Josie's head, her voice tender. "You don't have to. We're in this together. And I'd do it all again in a heartbeat."

Josie smiled, her eyes filled with tears of joy. "I'm so glad you're here with me."

As they sat together under the stars, their hands intertwined, they knew that their love had been tested and had emerged stronger than ever.