#hope mikaelson imagine

[perseephoneee]

Okay, so I was thinking Hope Mikaleson x Reader. Where they are in a relationship. Where Hope was fighting and kill supernatural people and I forgot to mention that she turned off her humanity. Season 4. She left Salvador school and now she came back to surprised everyone but she sees Reader who was depressed because she was mad at Hope for leaving her and she expected her to be happy but no she was angry at her. Reader walked out not caring and Hope followed her. When Reader screamed at her for leaving, Hope turn her humanity back on and she broke down.

Fluff at the end but angst at the start.

cruelty (hope mikaelson x reader)

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omg i hope this is kinda what you wanted?? i wrote this during class.

It felt unfair for the outside to be sunny and for the fall leaves to twinkle in the light. The sounds of children's laughter echoing, or even the footsteps in the hallway with hushed conversation. You bury your head deeper into your pillow, letting the covers hide you away. Your bed has become a cave of solace. Your mind was a prison of your own design. 

You need to scream. You yearn to be heard. But no one can soothe you; no one bothers. Your heart feels perpetually heavy, this anchor dragging it deeper into your soul. You can't remember the last time you woke up without screaming, your voice raw and scratchy. Any psychologist would say you're depressed. You know what the other feeling is, though— guilt.

You couldn't stop it. You couldn't save her. The woman who changed every ounce of your being, who altered the course of your life in a single smile. She left. You were alone.

Everyone had tried to console you. They brought you meals and whispered niceties. They gave you time to process and to heal. But underneath that sorrow was a boiling, glistening anger.  You rolled over to scream at your ceiling.

"Fuck your, Hope Mikaelson."

"Is that really the welcome I get?"

You sat up, believing the phantom at the door to your bedroom to be exactly that— a ghost. Except the way she leaned against your doorframe, all ego, that was corporeal.

"Hope," you say, brows furrowed. She smiles, no humanity in her eyes.

"I was going for some more fanfare," she stepped into the room. You forced yourself to not recoil. Or to launch yourself out of bed and hold her close. "This, my dear, is wholly disappointing." 

"Disappointing welcome for a disappointing person," you respond. No reaction. You wonder how deep you'd have to swim to find where her soul is.

"Venom doesn't suit you."

"I grew up," you tilt your head, taking her in. All black, every part of a viper and not the warm individual you initially fell in love with. "You should leave."

"But I just got here," she mopes. "Didn't you miss me?"

"Hope, leave," you roll your eyes, getting out of bed and standing your ground. 

"I have things to do, so no, I won't leave."

"Oh really?" You scoff. "All you do is leave; it's what you're best at."

You see a flicker of…something. You wonder if you imagined it. You must've; there's no way she feels anything at all.

"I was trying to be kind, coming to say hello; I guess you don't want that." She pushes off the door, mannerisms presenting an aura of boredom.

"I don't want excuses from a snake," you chortle. "Especially one like you."

"A snake?" She laughs. That laughter doesn't reach her eyes. "That's pathetic."

"Pathetic isn't the half of it," you match her stance. Arms crossed, eyes narrowed. You feel an inexplicable anger. "Pathetic is running away the second things get hard. Pretending to be anything but Klaus Mikaelson's daughter, as if you aren't the product of the cruelest man in history. When you look in the mirror, do you see any of your mother? Or has she run away from the woman you've become?"

You don't remember feeling angry before, but you feel this anger now.

"I loved you, and that was a mistake. Cruelty suits you. Your heroism was nothing but a facade to hide the coward within. When you snapped Lizzie's neck— was it because you started to realize she was better than you? Did you feel threatened by the fact that you mean nothing in the grand scheme of things? Are you really still that insecure?"

You realize you're being cruel. But god, she's been cruel. And you are so so tired of pretending to be okay with it.

"I am happy you are the devil. It makes it easier to leave," you step towards her, standing face to face. There's that flicker again. "I'm done with you. Now…get the fuck out of my room."

You shove past her, marching down the hall in nothing but a ratty t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants. You look like a mess (you feel like a mess), but standing in the same space as Hope was too hard to bear. Being cruel felt good…it felt like a release. 

The world is spinning as you stumble into the bathroom. The tile is cold beneath your feet, and your hands brace the sink as you suck in deep breaths. You have no clue when you started crying. You turn on the sink and splash cold water on your face, trying to steady the sobs that are consuming your entire being. It's so hard to breathe. You don't remember how to.

You sink to the floor, curling up into yourself as you bury your head in your knees. You feel a hand on your shoulder, someone pulling you close, and you let them. You are so, so lonely. The scent of roses and vanilla is a familiar one, and you inhale as if it's the last time you'll ever be able to. 

Hope holds you until you're done crying, and when you finally pull away, you narrow your eyes in hesitation. 

"I never expected you to call me cruel," she whispers, and she seems different. She looks like the Hope you knew. The one you fell in love with, that was your best friend before she became more. The light in her eyes reflects her humanity. "I didn't realize how much it would hurt."

"I didn't mean—"

"You did," she sighs. You wish she could be more angry with you. "I don't blame you."

"I was just so angry—"

"And I was mean," Hope laughs as a tear drops from her eye. You rarely see her cry. "It was easier to hide than it was to be strong. I'm…sorry for hurting you because of it."

You wipe her tears with your thumb, cradling her face. Her skin is smooth to the touch. 

"Are you back?" You whisper. She looks at you, brows furrowed, before nodding slowly. Almost as if she's afraid to admit it. You let out a choking laugh, kissing her with all the love you'd held in for the months she'd been gone. You kiss her cheeks, nose, lips again, everything you can touch. She laughs, something light and airy that you didn't realize how much you missed. You pull back, holding her at arm's length. "Don't you ever fucking do that again."

"I won't," she says, kissing your cheek. "I promise."

[insomniakisses]

Sleepy Drawings

Warnings/Notes: Omegaverse au, Alpha!Hope, Omega!Reader, Fluff, purring and rumbling mentioned.

A/n: Saw a reel about this and i just HAD to write about it

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You had gotten the idea from Instagram, a reel about some girl drawing on her boyfriend’s back. A cute idea you thought to yourselves as your eyes drifted to the other side of the room where hope was dozing on her bed. Perfect.

With a hum you slid of the end of your own bed and made your way over to hers, you attempted to be quiet, but her hearing was so perfect her eyes already began to open as she sat up her gaze questioning.

“What are you doing?” She mumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she pulls her mouth into a cute pout before she reaches for you. A whine escaping her when you evade her grip easily and instead move back out of her reach.

You couldn’t help it; she looked so cute right now. The sun hitting her bare frame perfectly, her hair cascading down her shoulders. The personification of beauty.

“Let me try something?” You whisper tucking a pierce of hair behind her ear and softly pressing your lips to her own. “Please, my love?” You mumble against them, and she nods through her confusion trusting you completely.

You grin then instructing her to lay on her front, moving to grab a brown marker that matched her crescent moon mark perfectly.

“Lay on your front.” You order and she does so though you sense her hesitation, clearly trying to find out why you wanted her to do this. She simply huffs as she waits to find out, her face laying gently on the pillow as you tug the covers low enough to have access to her back.

A soft kiss to it is all that’s needed to calm her, her whole body relaxing as you softly caress her bare back placing a few kisses here and there. Her body shaking slightly at the low rumble she lets out with contentment.

“I’m gonna draw on you baby, that okay?” You ask softly kissing between her shoulder blades between your words and she nods letting out a small chuckle.

“That’s what you want to try?” She muses, and you roll your eyes at the smug cockiness in her voice. “What are you going to write Babygirl? Your name? Want people to know I’m yours that bad huh?”

Her teasing only makes you roll your eyes and nip at her shoulder, “No. If I wanted to show everyone, you’re mine I would just mark you” you give her shoulder another harsh nip to prove your point. “O-okay” She breathes. And you smirk always so pleased with how well you can affect her.

You decide to be merciful, uncapping the pen and beginning to doodle patterns across her back, humming to yourself as your focus the swirls and shapes around her birth mark. One of your hands on her hip rubbing soft soothing circles into it to keep her still and calm while you draw.

“Nearly done my love, then you can see it” you whisper placing a kiss to the back of her neck and she lets out a sleepy and content hum. Barely opening her eyes as she mumbles for you to keep going, clearly enjoying the feeling of the marker on her skin.

With a few more added details you pull the pen away and cap it, admiring your work as it dries. You smile softly down at hope, her body so limp and relaxed under you. Her eyes shut as she fades in and out of sleep once more. You internally coo and hug softly climb in with her, hugging her back and placing a few kisses to it before pulling up the covers and falling asleep against her. Your soft purr mixing in with her rumbles, the room filled with your sounds of bliss.

It was a few hours later when hope woke up, gently turning over to see you still deep in sleep she smiles at you softly. Placing a sweet kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed, her curiosity peaked at what you had drawn earlier.

She walks to the mirror and turns her head to see, her heart melting when she sees the delicate patterns adorning her back and shoulders flowing to her lower back. The delicate lines and the way it matched so perfectly with her birthmark making her feel so loved by you.

She tiptoes back over to you, slipping back under her sheets. Her face softens even more as your body moves to curl against her, still fast asleep as you nestle yourself in her strong safe arms.

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[girlkisser13]

kissing lessons

"i asked her how to win my man" "and she said, i know just the thing" "gave me lip gloss and a hair toss" "and, after school, a lesson in kissing"

pairings: hope mikaelson x fem!reader

warnings/tags: none. purely fluff. you’re hope’s bisexual awakening.

summary: what if roman wasn’t hope’s first kiss?

hope paced around your shared room, her mind a whirl of nerves and excitement. she glanced over at you, you were lounging on your bed, absorbed in a book. the memory of your childhood kiss surfaced, making her cheeks flush. the two of you had been seven, playing house, and your innocent kiss had sealed your pretend wedding. you had been her first kiss. and hope had been yours.

"y/n?" hope's voice broke the silence, tentative and unsure.

you looked up from your book, your eyes meeting hers. "hope…?"

she took a deep breath, her fingers twisting nervously. "i... i need your help with something."

you closed your book, giving hope your full attention. "sure, anything. what do you need?"

hope hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "it's about roman. i... i want to have my first kiss with him, but i don't know how. and i thought... since you're more experienced, maybe you could help me?"

your heart clenched. you had been in love with hope since you were both seven years old, but you had never found the courage to tell her. swallowing your feelings, you put on a brave face. "you want me to teach you how to kiss?"

hope nodded, her face reddening further. "i know it's weird, but i trust you. you're my best friend, and we've kissed before... remember? when we were kids."

you chuckled softly, the memory bringing both joy and pain. "yeah, i remember. our big wedding day."

hope's nerves eased slightly at the shared memory, but the tension quickly returned. "so... will you help me?"

you sighed, setting your book aside. "okay, hope. if it's what you really want."

hope's heart pounded as she moved closer to you, sitting on the edge of your bed. you reached for a small tube of lip gloss on your nightstand and started applying it to your lips.

hope raised an eyebrow. "is that really necessary?"

you grinned, your voice teasing. "yes, it is. you wouldn't know."

hope laughed and rolled her eyes. "you're ridiculous."

you finished applying the lip gloss and turned to face hope, your expression growing more serious.

you leaned in, gently cupping hope’s face in your hands, your voice soft but unsteady. "are you sure you want to do this? it's okay if you've changed your mind—"

hope cuts you off by grabbing the collar of your school uniform, using it to pull you in for a kiss. the kiss was soft and tentative at first, but it quickly deepened, growing more intense. your lips were impossibly soft, the gloss making your lips feel slick and warm against hers. you tasted and smelled like strawberries.

as the kiss deepened, hope's thoughts began to blur. she had thought this would be about roman, but all she could think about was you. her best friend, the girl who had always been there for her. the girl who was kissing her now, with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

when the two of you finally pulled away, you were both left dazed, breathing heavily. hope’s lips were thoroughly covered in your lip gloss. you were the first to speak, your voice soft but steady. "hope, you don’t need to worry about kissing roman. you’re already a really good kisser."

hope's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "really?"

you nodded, your heart breaking a little more with each second. "really."

you leaned in and kissed hope gently on the cheek. your lip gloss leaving a mark on her cheek. it was a tender, affectionate gesture that made her heart flutter.

her mind was a whirl of confusion and realization. she had thought that this had been about roman, but now she wasn't so sure. the way your kiss had made her feel was unlike anything she had ever experienced. maybe she liked girls just as much as she liked boys. or maybe... she just liked you.

but she couldn't bring herself to say it, not yet. not when everything was so new and confusing. instead, she simply smiled and hugged you tightly. "thanks, y/n. you're the best."

you hugged her back, hiding your own feelings behind your decade long friendship. "anytime, hope. anytime."

as you pulled apart, hope felt a strange sense of longing. she didn't have all the answers yet, but she knew one thing for sure: with you by her side, she could face whatever came next. and maybe, just maybe, she would find the courage to explore these new feelings in time.

[svltzmans]

bet - h.m.

hope mikaelson x fem! reader

warnings: smut 18+! wrote most of this late at night (sorry if there are nonsense sentences) reader and hope drink a teeny bit (but are both of legal drinking age) <3

"truth or dare?"

hope erupts into laughter. she's sure y/n wasn't actually asking her to play a sleepover game invented by twelve year olds.

then again, y/n had suggested crazier things after a drink or two.

playing a party game on the floor of hope's bedroom was tame.

"i'm serious," y/n insists, before inadvertently starting to giggle alongside hope. "which one?"

"truth, i guess, i don't trust you to give me a dare," hope had to get on y/n's nerves a bit, considering she was the reason they were playing this immature game in the first place.

y/n feigns offense, bringing her hand to her chest in exaggerated shock. "you don't trust me?"

"not with this. now, what do you wanna hear the truth about?" hope quips, taking a sip of her beverage.

"how can i make this as scandalous as possible?"

"so i can't trust you with truths either?"

y/n can't help but laugh at hope once again, and before they know it, they're both laughing until they're out of breath.

"so, have you ever faked an orgasm?"

hope practically chokes on air, taken aback by the forward nature of y/n's question.

y/n continues to laugh. "sorry, too forward?"

"i mean, it's truth or dare. might as well make it interesting. yeah, i have."

"no way." y/n stares at hope with a doubtful look in her face.

"i honestly don't think i've ever... not faked one."

"what? you've never...?"

"i mean, i have by myself. never with anyone else."

y/n couldn't believe the conversation she was having with hope. they had always been close, but not quite this close.

hope hides her face behind her hands. "don't look at me like that!"

"that's just... pathetic," y/n laughs before finishing her sentence. "people still can't make a girl cum."

hope's breath hitches at the vulgarity of the conversation. she'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the tension.

"well, they otherwise were winners i suppose."

hope's attempt to defend her taste in partners fails miserably, with y/n stifling a laugh.

"what, like you could do better?" hope interjects smugly, crossing her arms dramatically across her chest.

"i bet i could."

hope is sure y/n is joking. they had shared many laughs throughout the night.

but y/n is looking at her in a way that tells her she's dead serious.

and before she knows it, she's leaning into y/n, pulling her lips into her own.

y/n is swift at lifting hope off the floor and into her lap, hands firm on her thighs.

hope's hips inadvertently rock back and forth, gasps escaping under her breath.

y/n flips them over, hovering over hope laying on her back.

"strip," she mutters, with a sudden confidence.

hope is quick to oblige, shuffling out of her outfit in record time.

"you're perfect," y/n lowly mumbles. "spread your legs."

hope almost whines at her command before following it.

y/n rests her head between hope's legs, lightly kissing her thighs.

hope had never experienced so much care in this type of situation - or been so filled with need.

"my god y/n just hurry up- oh,"

hope's complaint is interrupted by y/n's tongue on her aching clit, her hands pushing her thighs further apart.

she whines when y/n pulls away, a smirk plastered on her face.

"already fucking you better than the others, huh?" she taunts, inches away from hope's pussy.

hope pulls her back in by the hair. "keep doing that. we have a goal here, don't we?"

"touché," y/n mutters before sucking hope's clit into her mouth.

"fuck, y/n. just like that."

motivated by hope's praise, y/n is unrelenting. she didn't intend to go easy on her.

"you're so good at that," hope mewls, running her fingers through y/n's hair.

hope presses her legs together, the sight of y/n between them making her moan.

she rocks her hips back and forth, letting y/n's tongue roll over her in a way that nearly sends her over the edge.

"i'm, i'm close, so close," she manages to growl, her back arching into y/n. "please don't stop, you're gonna make me cum."

hope is blabbering the words out, her brain only able to focus on the feeling.

y/n makes eye contact with hope, looking deeply at her with an expression of pure desire, throwing her over the edge.

hope lets out a raspy moan, her vision briefly going black. she swears she's on another planet by the time her body finally relaxes.

y/n smirks up at hope. "i won the bet."

"that you did," she responds, still out of breath.

[onegayastronaut]

The Forgotten Heir (Hope Mikaelson x R)

Requested by anon: Could I please request an imagine about being raised with the Saltzman twins and Caroline and Alaric loving you like parents but the twins both kinda fancy you and Alaric introduces you to Hope (you get along with her like a house on fire) when one day you get very ill and discover you're the first of an unknown extremely powerful supernatural? Ty

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The Saltzman house was always lively, chaotic in the most comforting way. From a young age, you had grown used to the constant banter between Lizzie and Josie, their wildly different personalities creating a vibrant energy that made every day feel like an adventure. Alaric Saltzman had taken you in when you were just a toddler, explaining that you had been left at the door of the Salvatore School with no explanation, no note, and no trace of your origins. Caroline, always the maternal force of the household, had been the one to insist they keep you.

You’d grown up with the twins, sharing everything from toys to teenage angst. They were your sisters in every way that mattered, except for one inconvenient truth—as the years passed, both Lizzie and Josie began to see you as more than just family. Their affections were subtle at first: Lizzie's extra attention during school events, Josie’s lingering glances during movie nights. It created a tension you couldn’t quite name but felt in your core.

Still, your life was good—as normal as it could be for someone raised in a world teeming with supernatural beings. Alaric was your guiding light, a mix of father and mentor who ensured you knew how to defend yourself against the dangers lurking in Mystic Falls. Caroline balanced him out with her warmth, always there to remind you to embrace the human moments, even in a life surrounded by magic.

One day, Alaric introduced you to someone new: Hope Mikaelson. The tribrid was everything you weren’t—confident, sharp, and fully aware of her place in the supernatural world. From the moment you met, the two of you connected effortlessly. She understood things about you that no one else did, especially your unease about your origins. Around her, you felt seen in a way that was hard to describe.

You and Hope became inseparable, much to the twins’ chagrin. Lizzie, ever dramatic, rolled her eyes whenever Hope was around, though you caught the flashes of jealousy in her gaze. Josie, quieter but no less affected, would retreat into herself whenever Hope visited, the hurt in her eyes unmissable. You tried to navigate the delicate balance, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

It started with a fever—a searing heat that no spell or potion could ease. One moment, you were sparring with Hope in the training yard, and the next, you were collapsing to the ground, the world spinning as your body betrayed you. Panic erupted around you as Alaric and Hope carried you into the infirmary, their faces pale with fear.

Days turned into weeks, and your condition only worsened. The fever gave way to strange symptoms: bursts of uncontrollable energy that shattered glass and sent objects flying, a glowing mark that appeared on your forearm, pulsating with an otherworldly light. The school’s witches tried every spell they knew, but nothing worked. Even Josie, whose magical prowess was unmatched, was at a loss.

“What’s happening to me?” you whispered one night, your voice weak as you looked up at Alaric. He sat by your bedside, exhaustion etched into his face.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “But we’re going to figure it out. I promise.”

It was Hope who finally uncovered the truth. She had spent days poring over ancient texts, refusing to rest until she found answers. One evening, she burst into your room, a thick leather-bound book in her hands.

“You’re not sick,” she said, her eyes alight with urgency. “You’re awakening.”

“Awakening?” you echoed, confusion and fear warring in your chest.

Hope nodded, flipping open the book to a faded illustration of a figure surrounded by swirling energy. “You’re something called a Primordial. According to this, you’re the first of your kind—a being that predates all supernatural species. Witches, vampires, werewolves… they all descended from something. And that something is you.”

The room fell silent as her words sank in. You stared at the illustration, your heart pounding. It explained so much—your unexplained abilities, the way you’d always felt like an outsider, even in a world full of supernatural beings.

“But why now?” Josie asked, her voice trembling. She stood in the corner, her arms wrapped around herself. “Why is this happening now?”

Hope’s expression darkened. “The book says Primordials awaken when the balance of the supernatural world is threatened. Something big is coming, and they—whoever ‘they’ are—will be looking for you.”

The revelation changed everything. Your illness was no longer a mystery, but it was far from over. As the days passed, your powers continued to grow, each new ability more unpredictable than the last. One moment, you were summoning fire with a flick of your hand; the next, you were freezing entire rooms with a thought. It was exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.

Through it all, the Saltzmans and Hope stood by your side. Lizzie, despite her jealousy, became fiercely protective, snapping at anyone who dared question your place in the school. Josie, ever the healer, worked tirelessly to help you control your powers. And Hope… Hope was your anchor, the one who kept you grounded when the weight of your new reality threatened to crush you.

One night, as you sat on the roof of the Salvatore School with Hope, staring out at the star-filled sky, you finally let yourself ask the question that had been haunting you.

“What if I can’t control this?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if I hurt someone?”

Hope turned to you, her gaze steady. “You’re not going to hurt anyone. And even if you do… we’ll figure it out. You’re not alone in this.”

Her words brought a lump to your throat. For so long, you’d felt like an anomaly, a question mark in a world that demanded answers. But with Hope, with the Saltzmans, you weren’t just a mystery to be solved. You were family.

The next day brought a new challenge. Alaric called you to his office, his expression unreadable as he placed a map on the desk. It showed Mystic Falls and the surrounding areas, marked with strange symbols that glowed faintly in the dim light.

“These markings have been appearing,” he said, tapping one of the glowing spots. “Ley lines converging, strange energy readings. It’s all connected to your awakening. Something—or someone—is amplifying these disturbances.”

“You think they’re looking for me?” you asked, your stomach knotting.

“I’m sure of it,” Alaric replied. “We need to investigate, but it’s dangerous. I want you to stay here while we figure it out.”

Before you could protest, Hope stepped forward. “If they’re looking for them, they’ll come here eventually. Waiting isn’t a plan; it’s a trap. Let us help.”

Alaric hesitated, then nodded. “Fine. But we do this carefully.”

That night, you, Hope, and the twins ventured into the woods surrounding Mystic Falls. The air felt electric, charged with a palpable energy that made the hairs on your neck stand on end. As you approached the first marked spot on the map, a circle of stones etched with glowing runes came into view.

“This is it,” Lizzie whispered, her voice uncharacteristically subdued.

Before anyone could respond, the air shimmered, and a figure stepped out of the shadows. Cloaked in black, their face obscured, they radiated power.

“The Primordial,” the figure said, their voice echoing unnaturally. “You should not exist.”

“Well, I do,” you shot back, surprising even yourself with the defiance in your tone.

The figure raised a hand, and a surge of energy erupted from their palm. Instinctively, you threw up your own hand, a shield of light materializing just in time to deflect the attack. The force sent you stumbling, but Hope was at your side in an instant, her eyes glowing with tribrid power.

“You’ll have to get through all of us,” she growled.

The battle that ensued was nothing short of chaos. Lizzie and Josie combined their magic to form barriers and counterattacks, their sibling synergy unmatched. Hope transformed into her hybrid form, her strength and ferocity turning the tide in your favor. But it was you who delivered the final blow. Summoning every ounce of your newfound power, you unleashed a wave of energy so intense it shattered the runic circle and sent the figure flying.

As the dust settled, the figure vanished, leaving behind only an ominous warning: “You cannot stop what is coming.”

In the aftermath, you stood in the clearing, your body trembling from the exertion. Hope placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, her eyes filled with pride and concern.

“You did it,” she said softly. “You saved us.”

“But at what cost?” you whispered, staring at the destroyed circle. “They’re still out there. And they’ll come back.”

“And we’ll be ready,” Alaric said, stepping into the clearing with reinforcements from the school. “You’re not alone in this.”

Later that night, as you sat by the fire with the Saltzmans and Hope, a sense of calm washed over you. For the first time in weeks, the fear and uncertainty felt manageable. You weren’t just a Primordial. You were part of something bigger—a family that would stand by you, no matter what.

And as the flames crackled and the stars shone overhead, you allowed yourself to hope. For the battles yet to come. For the family you’d found. For the strength to face whatever was coming next.

[6rookie-writer0110]

A new night with you

Hope Mikaelson x Male Reader

Request - Hello, how are you doing, could you make a male reader x Hope Mikelson? The reader is Hope's best friend, they are both in love with each other, sometimes they tried to say what they feel but it always happens that someone or something interrupts them. One day the gang decides to help both of them confess their feelings by setting them up on a date but everything turns out to be a failure, Lizzie fed up.

Lizzie is staring at you and Hope talking to each other. You and Hope are outside while Lizzie is on the balcony, but you two don't notice her. Her sister Josie walked up to her

“What are you staring at?” Josie asked

“Two clueless people in love with each other,” Lizzie said

“Oh. I don't think they will ever figure it out. But the way you are looking at them, looks like you have an idea” Josie said

“What makes you think that?” Lizzie asked

“Because I know you, obviously. How did you know that he is in love with Hope,” Josie said

“Remember, when I went on a mission with him when dad put us in pairs?” Lizzie said

“Yeah, I remember and I got paired with MG,” Josie said

“Well, a witch tricked us into thinking we were drinking a health potion but it was a truth potion. She was just messing with us and I was badly injured. I asked who he had a crush on and I thought it was you but he said he is in love with Hope but scared to tell her. The potion only lasted for a little bit” Lizzie said

“Oh, that's how you knew when you told me. They do make a cute couple but they are so clueless” Josie said

“That’s why we are going to help them but without telling them” Lizzie smirked

Lizzie and Josie walk away and Josie listens to her sister’s plan.

“Hope, I want to tell you something,” You said

“What is it?” Hope asked

“I wanted to say this for a long time. But I-I… Well, I like-”

You are in love your friend but you struggle to tell her. When its time to confess your feelings, you start to stutter and your heart race fast as if it will jump out of your chest. You have been in love with her for a long time now.

Before you or Hope can say anything, MG and Caleb ran towards you.

“The school is under attack,” MG said

“By who?” You asked

“Gargoyles are attacking the school and its more than one. We already got the other students to safety” Caleb said

“Keep doing that to make sure no one is left alone, while Y/N and the others help me fight them,” Hope said

“On it,” Caleb said

“Lizzie and Josie are fighting them but we have to hurry, follow me,” MG said

You and the others arrived just in time. Josie was about to be attacked then you saved her, by using your body as a shield then Hope used her magic to distract the gargoyle while you ran away with Josie.

“Thanks for saving me,” Josie said

“Are you okay?” You asked

“Yeah, I’m fine. You okay? The punch was pretty hard that you almost lost your balance” Josie said

“I’m fine,” You said

You and the others did fight the gargoyles, Hope and Josie used their magic to destroy them.

——-

You are in your room and Lizzie just walked in.

“I had no idea people can knock on the door without making a sound” You gasped

“Oh that was so funny, my stomach hurts. We need to talk now” Lizzie said

“About what?” You asked

“You confessing your love to Hope,” Lizzie said

“I can do it on my own,” You said

“You told me the truth about three weeks ago, and you haven't asked her on a date. Why are you taking so long?” Lizzie said

“Something always comes up. Like today the school was attacked and I was so close to telling her. Remember two weeks ago, you and Josie got killed by a siren” You said

“Okay, I get it. But I’m still going to help you. We all see how you and Hope look at each other. And I have a plan” Lizzie smiled

You said no, but didn't leave but she talked about different ideas how you and Hope can officially become a couple. Then she talked about first-date ideas, now she is just rambling.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✬

Hope was training on her own, then she saw you talking to Lizzie. Hope just stares at you and she gets butterflies in her stomach. She starts to wonder if you have feelings for her, but she has tried to tell you but the moment would get ruined.

“He does look cute in the shirt,” Josie said

Hope jumped because Josie just appeared out of nowhere.

“Don’t scare me like that, Josie” Hope said

“I was looking for you. I see the way you stare at him” Josie said

“I don't know what you are talking about,” Hope said

“Sure. all of us, are going to the movies tonight and you should come,” Josie said

“Who is us?” Hope asked

“Me, MG, Lizzie, Y/N and Caleb. Are you coming tonight?” Josie said

“Sure, I will go,” Hope said

“Good to know and I will tell the others,” Josie said

Josie and Hope walk togther back to their dorm rooms. They start to talk about the movies they want to see.

You are waiting at the movie theater for the others. You did send them a text but Hope arrived and you stared at her, then your heart started to race fast.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” You said

She blushed, she didn't expect you to say that.

“Thanks. I like your outfit. Where are the others?” Hope said

“I just sent them a text but no reply just yet. I thought you were coming with Lizzie and Josie” You said

“No. They told me to go because they weren't ready” Hope said

You and Hope stand next to each other and just wait. But they sent a text saying they couldn't make it, now you are alone with your crush.

“Do you want to see the movie or head back?” You said

“We are here so.:. We might as well watch a movie” Hope smiled

“Yeah,” You smiled

You and Hope go inside and you buy the tickets. While waiting on line to buy snacks, you and Hope turned to each other.

“Y/N, I want to say something that I been trying to tell you,” Hope said

“I want to tell you something too, but you go first,” You said

Hope was going to say it but the moment got ruined, the town was being attacked by an evil unicorn. You and Hope can hear people screaming outside, then you two went to see what is going on.

“No way, that's a unicorn,” You said in shock

“I can't believe it, but we can't pet it” Hope said

More people started to scream and run away. The Unicorn almost killed someone but Hope used her magic and then you helped the strange to get away from the unicorn.

Later, you and Hope went back to the school. You told Lizzie what happened and she is mad the moment got ruined.

———

You and Hope are training alone by the lake.

“You are too gentle, Y/N,” Hope said

“I don't want to hurt you,” You said

“I’m not made of glass,” Hope said

Hope started to punch faster then you started to block her punches. Now you start to throw punches but she is dodging your attacks. She grabbed your punch then she smirked at you

“Who is slow now?” Hope smirked

She lets go of your hand, then she tries to kick you but you grab her foot. Not too hard but you kick her other leg, and she falls down.

“Are you okay?” You asked

Hope is lying on the ground then you grabbed her hand to pull her up. But she pulls you then her foot is on your chest then you flip you onto the ground. You going to punch but she turned around grabbed your hand now her body was semi on top of you. You and Hope are staring at each other, you two are breathing hard. She gets lost in your eyes then she feels your lips on hers, then she starts to kiss you back. She pinned your hand onto the ground and she continued to kiss you.

“I wanted to kiss you for so long, Hope Mikaelson,” You said

“You can kiss me again. I always liked you as more than a friend” Hope said

“Be my girlfriend?” You asked

She starts to kiss you again and she hasn't let go of your hand.

“Now, you are my boyfriend,” Hope said

You and Hope are smiling at each other.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✬

You and Hope are on a serect date night. You surprised her with a picnic in the woods, you two are lying down on the blanket. You and Hope wanted to see the red moon because of the lunar eclipse. After seeing the red moon, she turns to you and she put her hand on your face and she starts to kiss you. You put your hand on her lower back and her lipstick gets on your lips.

The next day…

You went to get Hope in her room to walk her to class. Before leaving, she started to kiss you and you pulled her closer to you, now you and Hope are smiling at each other.

“Lipgloss got on your lips,” Hope said

She use her thumb to wipe it off your lips.

“I don’t care. I just like kissing you” You smiled

You start to kiss her again

“I like kissing you too, Y/N” Hope smiled

Lizzie and Josie walked in and they gasped, they just saw you and Hope kissing each other.

“Finally!” Lizzie yelled with joy

You and Hope moved away from each other.

“You two can't deny it now. Plus, Y/N you have her lipgloss on your lips” Josie teased

“We won't deny it. And yes, he is my boyfriend” Hope smiled

She grabs your hand and you can't stop smiling. Lizzie hugged you and Hope very tight and Josie started to laugh.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Legacies ask where hope is dating a soft bookworm who can put it down in the bedroom iykyk

To everyone else you were just a soft and gentle bookworm but Hope knew the truth, that in the bedroom you were the complete opposite.

Your dates may have often started innocently enough at the Mystic Falls bookstore but they always ended with Hope screaming your name as you made her see stars.

You'd been together for two years and in those two years you'd broken three desks in the library, two bed frames, one bathroom sink and the shelves in the janitor's closet.

You and Hope had spent the day picnicing at the lake and it was a nice day but once Hope climbed into your lap to make out you needed to get back to one of your dorms immediately.

I mean, you would have been fine going at it right there on the dock but you had already gotten in trouble for doing that early in your relationship.

Hope's shirt and your sweater were long gone as you held her pressed against your door, her legs wrapped around your waist.

You kissed down her neck and to her collarbone so Hope reached around to unclip her bra, exposing her chest to you.

She gasped when your tongue flicked over one of her nipples before doing the same to the other and sucking it between your lips.

Her hips buck into your stomach and groans when your teeth tug on her nipple.

"Y/N, I need you," she sighs.

"Need me to do what love?" You taunt, pressing her even harder into the door.

"I need you to fuck me," she blurts out.

You grin proudly and carry her to your bed, throwing her down as you both get rid of the rest of your clothes.

You stroke yourself a few times to get hard and climb on top of Hope, kissing her again as you gently toy with her clit with your finger.

"Already so wet," you tease, slipping a finger inside her, pumping it slowly.

"Fuck- Y/N, please," she begs and you add a second finger, picking up the pace.

She feels her orgasm looming and lets out a heavy sigh when your fingers disappear but it turns into a moan when she sees you pop them in your mouth and suck them clean.

"God you're so hot," she groans.

"You're one to talk," you chuckle, taking in the sight of the beautiful woman lying underneath you.

Suddenly Hope is flipping you over and settling on your waist, rubbing the shaft of your hard cock against her pussy and now it's your turn to moan.

She raises her hips and guides your cock inside her, her breath hitching as you stretch her out.

"Y/N," she moans, slowly bouncing in your lap.

You take hold of her waist, intently watching her riding you.

She grabs your hands as you attempt to palm her chest and pins them above your head, slowing her movements to torment you.

"Now it's your turn to beg," she smirks, rolling her hips tantalizingly slow.

Hope gasps when you flip your positions once again, "sorry babe, I don't beg."

You immediately start thrusting your hips at a rapid pace, Hopes hands grasping at your back.

You're pounding into her so roughly that she can't control her wolf claws coming out and digging into your skin.

Her claws trail down your back, blood certainly pooling at the surface which wouldn't be the first time, she knows her not so gentle bookworm liked some pain with his pleasure.

"I'm going to cum," she mutters and you reach down to firmly rub her clit again until she's crying out your name.

She rides out her high and you feel yours approaching as well so you pull out, jerking yourself off until you're cumming onto her stomach.

"You good?" You ask, softly running your hands along her thighs.

She's still in a post orgasmic daze but smiles and nods.

"Let me grab a towel," you say, rolling off the bed and digging around in your shower bag.

You find the towel and let her clean up, putting a new pair of boxers on.

"Can I have your sweater?" She asks and you smile, trading it for the now cum stained towel that you throw into your laundry basket.

You always loved when she wore your clothes.

She puts it on, covering her torso down to her thighs and you settle next to her in bed, Hope cuddling into your side.

You grab the book you've been reading from your bedside table and open it up to where you last left off.

"Really? You're gonna read right now?" She laughs.

"Well I was going to finish it last night but Jed needed help with a paper, I only have two chapters left," you tell her.

"Fine but I'm taking a nap," she says, resting her head on your chest.

"Go right ahead," you chuckle, kissing the top of her head, "do you want to go to the bookstore with me tomorrow?"

"Didn't we just go last week? You bought three books," she says.

"Yeah and this is the last one, I read the other two already," you tell her.

"Of course you've already finished them all," she chuckles, "sure I'll go with you to the bookstore.

"Great, I already have a couple picked out that I want to read," you state.

"And how many exactly are a couple?"

"Four… okay five… maybe six if they finally have this one book I've been looking for in stock again."

"You might as well just live at the bookstore," she jokes.

"Trust me babe if I could I would," you laugh.

"Okay have fun reading, wake me when it's time to go down for dinner," she says already dozing off.

"Alright, love you Hope," you say, pulling the blanket over her.

"I love you too Y/N."

[kaisacobra]

Eyes On The Prize - Hope Mikaelson

Summary: Hope just wants you to have the best time of your life at the new Mystic Falls funfair

Warnings: Fem!reader, pure fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

Hope almost couldn't believe it when Alaric announced to the students that they would be allowed to visit the new Mystic Falls funfair.

Of course, along with the permission came an authoritative warning from the headmaster, reminding the young ones to be discreet and not to use their abilities to gain an advantage in the games, but at this point, everyone was so excited that the words of caution were barely heard.

Hope glanced to the side with a smile on her face, finding the happy expressions of her other friends who were celebrating the permission as a victory, and, of course, you, who were already exchanging looks with the girl with your own laughter.

To be honest, Hope had already planned a way to escape from Salvatore School with her group of friends as soon as she found out about the fair through Lizzie. She was supposed to sneak out at night with the Saltzman twins, Kaleb, MG, and you, who were secretly the reason why she had planned this little transgression.

The connection between the two of you was almost immediate ever since you were rescued by Alaric on one of his recruiting missions. He brought you to the boarding school so you could better control your powers, and Hope was assigned (more like forced, at the time) to give you a tour of the property.

At first, the tension between you was palpable. You could hardly look at Hope, averting your eyes shyly every time you noticed she was looking at you, and Hope was never the best at first impressions, which made her wonder how she should act around you.

But somehow, your conversation started and never stopped. In no time, you had come to understand Hope better than anyone and made her feel relaxed in a way that was normally reserved only for her family.

With time, she began to notice that she couldn't help but smile when you laughed, that you were the first person she looked for in any room, and that she completely lost focus when she looked at you because you became the only thing on her mind. Hope wasn't stupid. She knew very well that her feelings for you had crossed the line from friendship into something much more intense.

And that's why when you mentioned that you had never been to a fair after Lizzie mentioned the Mystic Falls fresh attraction, Hope took it as a personal mission to make you go and have the time of your life.

With Alaric's permission, the old plan of sneaking out and stealing two cars to get to the town was discarded, but still, the group of friends remained excited as they stepped out of the school van, catching their first glimpses of the festival's vibrant colors.

"This is so beautiful," you sighed in admiration as soon as you stepped alongside Hope. Mikaelson looked at your side profile, enjoying the way your eyes seemed to shine with the sight of countless fun possibilities awaiting you.

"It really is," Hope replied, her gaze fixed on you. She definitely wasn't talking about the decorations.

"Hey! Let's take a picture in the hall of mirrors!" Josie requested, already pulling you by the arm in that direction. You briefly glanced at Hope and signaled that you'd be back soon, causing the blue-eyed girl to decide to wait for you at the entrance.

Kaleb and MG headed toward the bumper cars, but Lizzie stayed with Mikaelson, looking at her with a teasing smile. "Are you finally going to tell y/n about your crush?"

"Shut up, Lizzie," Hope turned her head, hoping that the blonde couldn't see her blushing face. As good as Hope was at hiding her emotions most of the time, it seemed obvious to everyone that she had a little crush on you.

Everyone except you, of course.

"Ugh, you guys are so frustrating," Lizzie huffed, crossing her arms in irritation. "So, what are you going to do today? Follow her around like a lost puppy, just like at school?"

"I don't—" Hope tried to formulate an argument, her cheeks burning from the feeling of being caught. "I just want her to have fun today, that's all."

Seemingly having lost the last remnants of her patience, the blonde Saltzman grabbed Hope by the shoulders and gently shook her back and forth. "For the love of god, just do something! No one can stand you two looking at each other like you're in a 2000s teen romance movie!"

"Okay, that was very specific," Hope removed Lizzie's hands from her, but she opened a shy smile as she processed the girl's words better. "Do you think she looks at me that way too?"

The twin threw her hands up in frustration. "Jesus, what did I do to deserve this? Of course she does! Are you both blind or something?!"

Hope pondered for a few seconds. It wasn't a secret to anyone that the two of you were closer to each other than to anyone else, but the Mikaelson never thought that it could be a sign of interest on your part. She thought about the times you turned to her first to celebrate a touchdown during games against Mystic Falls, the times you went to her room in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep, and most importantly, the times you held her hand when she needed comfort, which was more frequent than Hope would like to admit.

"What do you think I should do, exactly?" The girl asked cautiously, beginning to consider the idea of making a move on you.

Lizzie rolled her eyes and gestured around with her arms, indicating the festive environment they were in. "Look around! A funfair is a great place to have a date without it looking like a date. Seize the opportunity and, I don't know, be romantic."

"I'll give it a try," Hope smiled and nodded to the blonde. "You're actually decent at this love advice thing. I don't know why you can't use it on yourself."

"Listen here, you garden gnome—"

Before Lizzie could properly retaliate to Hope's teasing, you and Josie joined the two of them again with amused smiles on your faces. "Are you two bickering again? Don't you ever get tired of it?"

Taking advantage of the distraction caused by Josie's words, Hope moved closer to your side and linked her arm with yours, feeling the area where your skin touched growing warmer. "Want to go check out some games with me?"

You looked to the side and happily confirmed as soon as your eyes met the tribrid's. Hope began to pull you further into the festival, making sure not to look back when you turned to wave goodbye to the twins, knowing that Lizzie would have the most insufferable expression on her face.

The two of you began to venture further into the decorated streets of Mystic Falls, appreciating every detail that made the fair more vivid and exciting. The line for the Ferris wheel, glowing in shades of blue, was long, children screamed with excitement as they bumped into their friends on the bumper cars, and hundreds of people passed by you, holding candy apples or cotton candy in their hands.

"Have you been to many of these?" You started the conversation after a moment of silence. At some point, you had started holding Hope's hand to avoid getting lost in the crowd of people, not that either of you was in any hurry to let go.

"A few," Hope replied. "I used to go quite a bit in New Orleans with my family. My parents used to compete to see who could win more prizes for me at these booths."

She pointed to the game booths. Some were shooting games, others had ring tosses, others were fishing games, and there were countless other options to try your luck and win a prize. The Mikaelson turned her gaze back to you and found your gentle expression. "And who used to win?"

Hope felt her heart skip a beat with your genuine interest in her family moments. Normally, everyone else was so quick to pass judgment every time the Mikaelson name was mentioned, associating the family with their evil deeds of the past, but never you. You understood.

"My aunt Rebekah, actually," the tribrid chuckled at the memory. "But she'd pretty much compel the vendors into giving her all the prizes, so I'm not sure if that counts."

"Of course, it counts! If there weren't any explicit rules..." You shrugged playfully, which elicited a laugh from Hope. Unconsciously, she squeezed your hand a little tighter as you continued the conversation. "So, does that mean you're good at these games?"

The girl squared her shoulders, assuming a super-confident posture. "Oh, I'm more than good. Want me to teach you?"

You laughed heartily at Hope's confidence but agreed, letting her lead you to the first booth she saw, which appeared to be a high striker. She pointed to the red device decorated with yellow numbers that went up to a bell. Leaning against it was an orange hammer. "Look, all you have to do is hit the hammer on this black part hard enough to ring the bell."

"OK, sounds simple enough." You tried to reassure yourself, and Hope placed a gentle hand on your shoulder to encourage you. "I mean, I'm supernatural, right? I can handle a carnival game."

"Yes, you can," Mikaelson hyped you up as you approached the vendor, noticing that the man seemed to be holding back a laugh, as if he didn't believe you could do it.

Hope watched anxiously as you raised the hammer, preparing to apply as much force as possible in your strike. When you brought your hands down and hit the black button, Hope watched as the disk slowly rose, reaching only halfway up the game.

The man laughed when he saw your disappointed expression and took the hammer from your hands. "Oh, why do little girls still keep trying to win this? Leave it to the real men, okay? Your boyfriend can win a prize for you."

Upon hearing the comment, a wave of anger boiled Hope's blood, causing her eyes to briefly flash yellow before she could control them. Taking a few steps forward, she carefully pulled you behind her and glared at the vendor with disdain. "She doesn't need a boyfriend. I'll win it for her."

He laughed loudly and held his own belly as if he were hearing a great joke. Still looking at the tribrid with amusement, he extended the hammer to her challengingly. "Fine, then. Do your best."

You took a few steps back, giving enough space for Hope to position herself in front of the game. She had a focused expression on her face as she toyed with the hammer, switching it from one hand to the other as if she were bored. After a few more seconds, Hope quickly discarded the hammer to the side and hit the button with her hand, causing the disk to rise so fast that in less than a second, the bell was ringing.

The vendor looked back and forth between Hope and the game in shock, unable to believe the scene before his eyes. Stuttering in surprise and fear of the strength demonstrated by the girl, he awkwardly pointed to the prize shelves. "Y-you can choose."

A smug smile spread across Hope's lips as she surveyed the available stuffed animals to be taken. Crossing her arms, she turned to you and nodded towards the shelves with her chin. "Which one do you want?"

Your cheeks reddened at the gesture, and you had to look away to keep Hope from noticing you turning into a tomato. "No, you won, it's your prize."

"But I want you to have it. I already have too many stuffed animals, anyway," she insisted. "Go on. Choose."

You considered your available options, scanning through dolphins, penguins, and birds, until you finally selected a plush brown wolf that reminded you of a certain someone. "I want that one."

The vendor hurriedly picked up the plush and handed it to you, perhaps fearing what Hope might do if she lost her patience. You could swear you saw him trembling, but you didn't have much time to investigate his body language because Hope was already pulling you by the hand to another place.

"I thought we weren't allowed to use our powers," you commented with feigned innocence, giving Hope a playful look.

She responded with a feigned expression of confusion, looking up. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just naturally very strong."

You snorted and playfully rolled your eyes. "Alright, Wonder Woman. Help me choose a game I can win on my own; I feel kind of humiliated here."

"I know one that will be fun," Hope pulled you to another booth. This time, yellow plastic guns were attached to the counters, and white and red targets decorated the backdrop. The two of you got closer, and Hope gestured for you to pick up one of the guns.

"The goal is to knock them all down," the tribrid pointed to the 10 standing targets. "Just aim and shoot. If you knock them all down, you win a prize."

You shrugged your shoulders in preparation and awkwardly picked up the gun with both hands. Aiming carelessly, you started shooting the foam bullets, realizing that they weren't going in the direction you expected. In the end, you huffed in frustration when you realized you had only hit 3 out of 10.

"I give up. I'm terrible at these things," you pouted and reluctantly placed the gun back on the counter. Hope chuckled softly at your frustration and in a quick motion, she trapped you between her arms, leaving both hands on either side of the plastic gun.

Using one hand, she held your left and raised your palm up, using the other to position the gun correctly for you to hold. After that, she held your right, making you hold the gun with both hands, and enveloping both of you in an accidental but very welcome hug.

Your body grew warmer every time you realized Hope's chest was pressed against your back, and your breathing was already becoming more erratic. At the same time, Hope prayed that you wouldn't be able to feel how fast her heart was beating.

"So..." Hope cleared her throat and tried to focus on the task of teaching you. "Hold it firmly like this and try to use the tip of the gun as an aim. You can look up really close and close one eye if it helps."

"And then I shoot?" You asked, trying to control your voice and speech so that nothing embarrassing slipped out accidentally.

"And then you shoot," Hope agreed in a low voice. She removed her hands from yours but remained in the same spot, choosing to cross her arms before she did something she couldn't control.

 You took a deep breath to try to regain focus. Following the tribrid's instructions, you closed one eye and tried to aim the tip of the gun's mouth at one of the targets, firing when you thought it was right.

To your surprise, the advice actually worked, and the bullet hit exactly where you had previously aimed. Repeating the actions every time, you managed to knock down all the targets and shouted in celebration when you realized you had won.

"You did it!" Hope celebrated and pulled you into a tight hug that you quickly returned. You swayed back and forth in the embrace, not wanting the moment to end, but it was interrupted by the teenager in charge of the booth, who impatiently asked which prize you had chosen.

You picked up a giant brown bear plush from the top shelf, and Hope offered to carry it for the rest of the night because, according to her, she had already proven her skill in the hammer game.

But you didn't stop there. The night was just beginning.

___

"You know, I think this is the price of greed," you said with difficulty as you climbed the steps of the Salvatore School, trying to balance the enormous amount of stuffed animals in your hands until you reached your dorm room.

A little behind you, Hope laughed. She, too, carried numerous prizes you had won during the night. "At least now you'll have plenty of company to sleep with."

"If any of these stuffed animals secretly turns into a monster and kills me in the middle of the night, I'll come back to haunt you," you joked and stopped in front of your room's door, suddenly realizing that your hands were too full to reach the keys in your pocket. "Can you use a spell to open it? I'm a bit stuck here."

With a quick hand movement before she could drop the items in her hands, Hope managed to open your door, making room for you to enter the room with quick steps to place all the plushies on the bed, relieving the weight on your arms.

Hope entered shortly after and did the same, putting her hands on her waist and containing a laugh when she saw that there were so many plushies on your bed that you could hardly see the comforter. "Yeah, I bet one of these will rebel in the middle of the night and suffocate you while you're asleep. My money's on the unicorn."

You used the pink unicorn to lightly hit her. "Wow. You won't even try to defend me, Mikaelson? How ungentlemanly of you."

The tribrid laughed with amusement, but soon her gaze softened as you locked eyes. "It's getting late, I should go."

"I had fun today. Thanks," you said, looking deep into her mesmerizing blue eyes.

"I'm glad," she replied with a shy smile, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she started to walk out of your room, wanting to give you space to rest.

When she was two steps outside your room, you suddenly stood up impulsively and called her. "Hope! Wait!"

She stopped when she heard your voice, turning around with anticipation. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to give you something. You won all these things for me at the fair, and I didn't get anything for you," you fumbled with your fingers, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Hope was quick to put your concerns to rest. "Relax. I just wanted you to have a good night. That's enough reward for me."

You blushed at her comment and in an unthinking, impulsive decision, you planted a kiss on Hope's cheek, so close to her mouth that you practically felt the tips of her lips meet yours. As you pulled away, a huge smile threatened to spread across your face. "Good night, Hope."

Seeing your room's door closing in front of her, Hope gave up trying to control her face from turning extremely red and let out a happy giggle. She touched the spot where your lips had just touched with the tips of her fingers, and her mind replayed the moment over and over again.

She sighed happily and practically skipped back to her own room. Thank goodness there was no one else in the hallway, or Hope's reputation as the scary tribrid would be seriously at risk.

That night, Hope dreamed of an alternate reality where she had moved just a few inches to the side, and you had actually kissed. She dreamed about the taste your lips would have and how you would hold her during the kiss.

But this dream didn't seem so unattainable to Hope anymore. Maybe she'd try it tomorrow.

[fandomnerd9602]

Hope mikaelson x male reader

Hope socks Y/N in the arm…

Hope: you idiot! You could’ve died!

Y/N: but I didn’t!

Hope pulls Y/N into a kiss…

Hope: t-thanks for saving me

Y/N: no prob

[imaginefan]

The New Baby *Part 4*

All Platonic Relationship Characters involved or mentions are - Asher (OC), Jayleen (OC), Hope Mikaelson, Jodie Saltzman, Lizzie Saltzman, Klaus Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce, Damon Salvatore and Jeremy Gilbert.

Word Count: 1015

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Original Request

*Part 3*

No one had expected your death and everyone was hit hard, you had been protecting the twins, Katherine had come to Mystic Falls to visit your grave cry. She hadn’t expected to see anyone but ended up running into Damon who was placing flowers on your grave, they spoke for a while and finally agreed that she was allowed to see the twins considering they needed all the family that they could get. For the first couple of months they didn’t hear anything from Klaus either, he chose to mourn your death on his own only reappearing when the twins or specifically when Asher was in danger as the first born, however much like any other danger it passed.

The twins themselves had always struggled with your death. They were still young when you died, only three, Jay had taken a quieter approach to her grieving receding into herself, she didn’t speak to anyone apart from Asher, who took a more aggressive and angry approach to grieving. For a long time they were on their own only because they chose to be, Jay was the first to let Damon back in Asher following suit, then Stefan and finally Kathrine and Klaus. Jeremy was there but after a few years he found someone else, someone that he wanted to settle down with.

It took about 10 years before the twins had friends of their own age, with the supernatural school finally in place, they attended with Hope, Lizzie and Jo. They seemed to be getting on well unfortunately on the 13th anniversary of your passing Jeremy decided that he was going to tell them both something.

“I needed to talk to both of you.” Jeremy said as he looked at them, they were both sitting on the beds in the room that they shared as they waited for him to tell them what he needed to. “What?” Asher asked, he was far less forgiving of Jeremy, feeling abandoned by his father, all of his grandparents coming to the rescue. “It’s about Jessica.” Jeremy said. “Honestly I don’t want to talk about your new girlfriend.” Asher said as he leant back against the headboard of the bed. “Fiancée.” He corrected. “Excuse me?” Asher asked. “Fiancée.” Jeremy repeated. “So what do you expect me to call her mum and play happy family every holiday?” Asher asked. “Not gonna happen.” “Do you want to hear why we’re getting married?” Jeremy asked. “Because you love her or something?” Asher asked, putting air quotes around the word ‘love’. “I do love her but there’s another reason.” Jeremy answered. “She's pregnant.” “Oh so you’ll marry her but you wouldn’t marry mum?” Asher asked. “Asher, that was different.” Jeremy argued, Asher sat up, his feet falling to the floor as he stood. “Honestly I could care less that you are having a baby or getting married, I don’t want anything to do with it so if you don’t mind will you kindly leave me the fuck alone.” Asher said before disappearing from the room. “You couldn’t have picked a better day for this?” Jay asked. “You know what this day means to him and yet you would tell him that you are moving on and you expect him to do the same.” “That’s not-” “No it’s not what you meant but that’s what he heard.” Jay sighed before standing up and walking out of the room to find her brother.

Asher found himself at your grave as he always did on the anniversary of your death, he’s cry, tell you everything that he had achieve that year and even brought Hope Lizzie and Jo to see you one year, they had all asked to come pretending that they were there for Jay but they had come for him to, he knew that but he couldn’t bring himself to thank them. “Do you know what he said to me today?” Asher asked, the silence that answered him was no unfamiliar “he said that he’s getting married and she’s pregnant, I think he was hoping that we would be happy for him but I was just angry because somehow after everything he still manage to come out on top, like he did every other time, you looked after us when we were younger and he was able to do whatever he wanted, he only ever looked after us when he wanted to and he’s the one that gets to move on while rest of us are still hurting.” Asher wanted to be able to see a picture of you without feeling angry or like he wanted to cry. “You know with all of the friends that I’ve made I shouldn’t feel this way, I don’t feel as lonely as I was before but you're still not here and I can’t bring you back, no one can.” “Your right no one can bring her back so we have to live for her.” Jay said as she sat in front of him. “Mum wanted us to live so the best thing that we can do for her past bringing her back is living the way that she wanted and showing her everything that we can become.” “What if we don’t do what she wanted?” He asked. “I think we have, you know, making friends that would do anything for us and we would do anything for, you know I think that if we never did anything for the rest of our lives she’d be proud as long as we were happy.” Jay explained as her eyes moved over to the girls that you’d say were your closest friends each of them taking a seat so that you were making a semi circle around the grave. “We’ll stick together no matter what.” Hope said “you can rely on us.” “We promise.” Josie said. “Always.” Lizzie added. “Thanks guys.” Asher said softly and while he knew that it was still going to be a long time before he was okay, he had the perfect people around him to make sure that it happened in and out of the school.

Requests and general question!

[rc-writes]

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬:

◆ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬:

◆ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯

[klausysworld]

hey, so i’ve been having this scene in my head for days where y/n and klaus are kidnapped by some witches and they are put under a sex spell that makes both of them really horny. they gotta have intercourse for the witches to draw the energy that comes from simultaneous orgasms or something like that. they are reluctant at first especially y/n but klaus manages to convince/seduce her and they end up having the best sex of their life. could you write something like that pls?

Timeless Desire

Klaus groaned softly, rolling onto his back and peeling his eyes open. The light stung at his pupils making then shrink momentarily before they expanded beyond their usual diameter.

His body ran hot and a familiar but much more intense ache rolled through his body, his lower body especially. With a stiff grunt he placed his hand over his crotch, an immediate cry leaving him with how incredibly hard he was.

"Fuck" He breathed, lifting his spinning head and forcing himself up onto to find himself in a plain, bright room. He was fully dressed but he felt the need to tear each material from his skin. Just as he started to tug at the hem of his shirt his attention was pulled to a soft moan, one that made his loins stir.

Klaus spun round to see a vaguely familiar girl curled up in the corner. Dressed in a floaty dress that meant that the delicious scent of her arousal spread through the room like a wild fire. His eyes found hers, she was afraid that much was clear and if he were honest, he was also a little nervous but she looked scared of him and he didn't understand why.

His lips parted to speak but before he could, someone else's voice piped up.

"Perfect. You're both awake!" The voice was cold and mildly amused. Klaus felt his anger spike, he knew this witch. Not personally but he knew who it was and the type of shit this guy did. But the girl didn't, Klaus could tell that she was lost. "Now I know you're a little scared honey, but don't panic, I'm not here to hurt you." The guy grinned, adressing the girl before gesturing to Klaus "But he might" He whispered to her and Klaus frowned, confused. Did he know her? "Now you should recognise each other just a little bit. This, honey, is Klaus Mikaelson" He smirked and she sniffed, backing further into the corner, "And this is Y/n Y/l/n, you met once, she's part of Jackson's or I suppose now it's Hayley's pack" The witch explained and Klaus's eyes went wide. Hayley had introduced them, once, and he had liked her. He had flirted and teased but nothing came of it, so why was she here? Why was he here?

"What is this, exactly?" Klaus questioned, brows furrowed and eyes darting to Y/n who was squeezing her thighs together tightly.

"You know what it is and you're not gonna fight it. There are dozens of us who will benefit from this ritual and you will complete it by the next full moon." The witch told him sternly and Klaus's expression darkened.

"You're sick" He spat, he knew the ritual he meant. It was a power draw. Two supernaturals, when simultaneously orgasming would release a specific type of power that could be used and twisted to perform some of the biggest spells. Werewolves especially, their hormones are so high. And Klaus? He was perfect for this type of sorcery.

"Sick or not, It's necessary. You have a month, get to know each other if you have to. Or if you want to get back to your daughter them make it happen as soon as you can, hm?" He snapped and Klaus growled.

He knew what the witch was suggesting and based on how Y/n cried "No" , she knew too. The magic wielder left and Klaus looked to Y/n who was shaking her head.

"Please don't" She whimpered and Klaus sighed, brushing his hand over his hair and groaning at the sweat that coated him from how his skin boiled.

"I'm not...I won't make you do anything" He told her, trying to keep his distance but suddenly the room felt so much smaller.

They stayed in opposite corners, silent and uncomfortable. Sometimes she would cry and he would whisper that it was okay and they would get out but he knew it was useless.

When night came it was freezing, unbelievably and her body trembled. He knew what they were doing. They wanted them to lay together to conserve their heat, to touch. Instead, klaus pulled his henley over his head and pushed it over to her so she may warm up.

They stayed silent for days before Y/n began to struggle. His eyes had met her fading ones in the centre of the night and he nodded, getting up and coming over to her.

"It's okay" He whispered, laying down beside her and spooning her delicate figure against him. His cock was solid and pressed right against her ass but he didn't grind himself or say anything, he just needed to keep her warm and alive until the night was over.

But in the morning, the temperature was all the way up and their bodies were practically stuck together. Y/n was dragging the henley over her head, her body pressed against Klaus's and it made him bite down on his tongue hard. Her hips shifted without meaning to and Klaus groaned, bucking his hips against her firm ass. A whine left her and he grunted.

"Fuck, I'm- I'm sorry" He muttered, crawling away from her. He felt like a dog, a weak, panting dog that was desperate for water. His mind was hazy with her so close, he wanted her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her, hear her. Y/n looked so soft, so perfect.

She had curves, he could see them through the dress when she laid and he needed them.

But he couldn't, she was still scared and he couldn't make her. He would do a lot of things but he would not force her.

Klaus tried to stay away from her in the day, only touch at night for heat but then they started to get hungry, physically. Y/n needed food and Klaus needed blood. The witches said Klaus must feed from her and if Y/n wanted food then she would have to earn it. The deal was that for each minute they kissed, she would get a pice or a slice of something. No specifications, just something to entice her.

She was famished when she looked up at him, eyes wet with tears that hadn't yet fallen. Klaus softened, again, and let her shuffle over. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist and whispered gently in her ear. "It's going to be alright sweetheart, just a minute so you can get something okay? I won't hurt you"

Y/n leaned close to him, needing to feel safe and he could do that. She knew the witches were watching and it was unsettling but she also knew that she needed to eat.

So she closed her pretty eyes and let their lips collide. It was supposed to be closed mouth and quick but once they both got a small taste, they yearned for more.

Y/n broke first, surprisingly, and moaned against his lips. As soon as her mouth opened, his tongue was inside and their little kiss became an intense make out session. The heat was too much again and Klaus was pulling her to straddle his lap whilst his tongue fucked her mouth passionately.

They were both blissfully unaware of the time passing by as their bodies rubbed together desperately and her legs spread invitingly for him to lay between as he pushed her onto her back and bunched her dress up. His cock was so close to tearing through his boxers as he dragged his jeans down his hips roughly. Y/n was tugging at him overly eagerly, needing him inside her.

However as soon as he hand grabbed at her panties, her eyes flew open. A gasp leaving her throat and her face pulled away making his wolf growl and hers whine. The fear was back and he could smell it. He panted and let go of her underwear. His eyes listed to meet hers and she whimpered, but she didn't look too scared, she was still lustful.

But they didn't have time to talk about it. Not when a tray had appeared in the opposite corner. Y/n had scrambled over there, grabbing at the pieces of pancake and the berries. Klaus cleared his throat and pulled his trousers back on, he felt embarrassed but he knew he couldn't be due to the circumstances.

He came and sat by her whilst she ate, he was watching over her. Klaus had become protective. The witches had come in one night and tried to take her clothes, to speed the process and since that night he made sure to stay close. He had to fight them off, he almost turned and they knew not to touch her again. He knew that they were still winning, they wanted him to feel possessive and it was working.

He would look around the room, searching for where they were watching them from. He could never find it. In the end his attention would end up back on Y/n.

Once she had devoured everything on her plate, she was snuggling up to him and ready to sleep. There wasn't much to do bug struggle and sleep. The only issue was when she needed to sleep in the daytime. In sunlight hours, it was far too hot to be touching, as the next week came by Klaus ended up sitting in just his boxers during the day. Y/n had torn her dress so it was shorter but eventually it was shredded entirely and she was left in her bra and panties.

It felt so much better in the day but at night? Klaus often worried she would die. Even with their werewolf bodies generating heat, she wasn't strong enough for the temperatures they were putting them through. He would be wrapped around her, on top of her, holding as much over her as possible so that she was as warm as he could have her. It was in the night that he would feed from her. It felt so intimate, too intimate and he couldn't have the witches seeing and he couldn’t have the combination of the heat, her body and feeding all at once so he did it in the cold and dark.

Sometimes, his hands would stroke her skin whilst he fed and when he pulled his mouth away from his neck he would give her little kisses as a thank you. But little kisses weren't a thing. They got sloppy fast and they would be dry humping in minutes.

Too many times one of them had cum in their pants. It resulted in them both completely naked. Y/n had clung onto her bra but he had torn it off her when in a frenzy.

Their lack of clothing made everything difficult.

Klaus wished that the witches could've drawn power from the times he had cum against her leg in the night but he knew that had to be inside her and they had to do it in unison. It was the only way.

He missed his family. He needed to get home, Hope probably thought he had left her but whenever he looked at Y/n, he couldn't ask her to do it. How could he? In the span of weeks he felt that he loved her, he couldn't hurt her.

They had been lead together all night and all day, despite the heat. Their mouths seemed permanently attached, always kissing, licking, loving. Klaus didn't realise how it would feel to cum without any friction. To simply get so hard that he couldn't hold it in. His cock felt like it had exploded with ecstasy. Y/n had giggled when it went all over her stomach, she had stroked his hair gently while he panted and let her kiss his jaw.

"I love you" He whispered to her one day, it was on the fourth week but they didn't know that. Time wasn't real to them. It felt like months had passed with the amount of time they had spent together.

Y/n didn't reply, it hurt him but he understood.

"Would you lie to me...so that you could get out of here?" She asked him a while later, voice weak and eyes avoiding him.

"No" He whispered. "If I were ever going to do that, I would have done that in the first few days. I promise you, I won't ever hurt you. That full moon and come and go, they can torture me but I will never-"

"We have to...I know we do...I just- I"

"I know" He murmured, stroking her arm. "I'll take care of you" It was a promise.

"They'll watch..." She whispered, and he could see that inkling of fear again. It only appeared when the witches were mentioned or showed themselves.

"I'll hide you" He whispered, he pulled her into his hold. "We can be right up in the corner, they'll only see me."

"They've already seen me" She uttered and his heart broke, he was sure of it. He cupped her face and pressed their foreheads together.

"I'm going to rip their eyes from their heads as soon as we get out of here, I promise you" He told her, his voice incredibly low so that they couldn't hear. Y/n nodded silently and sighed softly.

"Maybe just...try something smaller first?" She questioned and he tilted his head but caught on when she shyly touched his hand, his fingers.

"Yeah...we can do that" He whispered, caressing her hand gently and lifting it to kiss her palm. "I can do that for you" He nodded whilst his hands glided down her sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Y/n whimpered softly and closed her eyes, focusing on the intoxicating sensations he created.

His lips pressed to her cheek before scattering down her neck, sucking briefly to make her moan whilst his hands massaged her thighs. Y/n pressed herself right to him, her skin on his and her breath against his ear whilst he brushed his touch between her legs.

A low groan left him when he felt how wet she was, not that he expected less. She had been permanently soaked since they were put here. He had felt it through his clothes at the start, when they would move against one another; more recently she would grind on his thigh but he hadn't been able to really touch her how he wanted. She was much more aware than he was which surprised him with his years of restraint and experience.

Many moments of weakness had struck him. He would stroke himself as quietly as he could but he knew that she knew. They were both far too physically sensitive to feel the psychological shame. To begin with they did but now? They had accepted the desperation. They were submitting to it.

That was obvious when his forefinger slipped inside her with ease. Y/n whimpered and curled her fingers against his shoulders whilst her pussy clenched. Klaus pushed a second finger in with only slight resistance and slowly moved them in time.

"It's alright" He mumbled, kissing the side of her head "You're nice and wet for me" He whispered and she moaned softly. Her eyes squeezed shut and her head rest against his neck to muffle her sounds. His thumb hovered over her clit, encouraging her to move her hips in time with his hand.

They started tentative and gentle but the heat took over soon enough. His digits moved inside her as quickly as physically possible, her hips bucked in a frenzy and her moans were no longer hidden and quiet. She was loud, desperate, hungry for him.

Klaus bit down on his tongue to shut himself up as he pumped three fingers into her enthusiastically. He was certain he could stretch her wide enough for his whole hand but he didn't need to. She bit down on his shoulder when she came around his hand with no warning other than a broken cry.

He expected her to be exhausted but she only seemed more eager for him to finally fuck her. Her mouth was on his in seconds, begging him to take her. His fingertips rubbed her clit, trying to bring her down from her high but it only riled her up further.

"Love" He mumbled, a groan to his voice, "Sweetheart"

Eventually she stopped and looked up at him. Her pupils were blown and he fought against every instinct as he cupped her sweet face and kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry" she whispered "I got carried away"

Her cheeks were blushed red and it made him smile. "It's okay, I just didn't want you to keep going if you didn't actually want to" He murmured, knowing that the intensity of the witches magic was sending their bodies into overdrive.

Y/n nodded and glanced down at his hand with embarrassment.

"Why don't you go see if they've filled your tray?" He suggested softly so that her attention shifted. Y/n went to her feeding area and was able to relax and eat her only meal of the day whilst Klaus went to their usual sleep area. The remains of their clothes worked as some sort of bed and he sighed softly at the reality they were living in.

He promised himself that he would have her wrapped in the finest silk sheets, clad in the softest of clothes and fed the most exceptional of meals. He would care for her, he would get to care for his daughter again and see his family. He hoped they'd be happy to see him.

Similar thoughts swirled through his mind each night as he lay with her curled in his arms. Sometimes she would ask what he was thinking and he would tell her whilst she silently hoped that she would get to stay with him once they escaped.

As the full moon neared their scents became stronger and each little, harmless touch became much more intense. They both became more animalistic. Touch, food and sleep was all they wanted and it was all they got.

Klaus was far too happy with the recent development of being allowed to touch that sweet pussy of hers. His fingers were always inside her however after hours of having her fall apart on her hand she needed more. Which was how Klaus ended up with his mouth attached to her cunt for an entire night.

Much to his embarrassment Klaus had borderline begged her to touch his cock. Y/n had felt guilty for letting him struggle and stroked him until he was as much a mess as she had been.

They weren't aware that it was the night of the full moon when their lust overpowered them both.

The witches had the rest of their ingredients ready to draw from the two wolves once the moon hung high.

Klaus's mouth had moved up and down her body three times mover before his cock finally spread her pussy lips open. Her hands grabbed at his skin, her nails dragging up his back to pull him closer.

"Are you sure?" He breathed though he wasn't sure if he could actually stop himself if she said no. Thankfully she was all the more eager.

"Please Klaus, I'm sure, I'm ready" She begged, her eyes pleading with his and making him nod subconsciously and push into her.

The first few thrusts were as slow as he could manage as his fingers curled to grasp at the ground beneath them. His claws extended without him knowing whilst his cock thickened inside her and pushed against her soaking walls.

His head fell forward whilst hers went back and her own claws sunk deep into his flesh.

It only took a minute before control was tossed and Klaus's mind went into overdrive. His hips started to snap aggressively to hers, his ears longing to hear that harsh slap of their skin meeting and the immediate moan that left her lips.

His hands slid under her back to hold onto the back of her shoulders to get a good grip on her whilst he thrust into her roughly. Her legs were up around his hips and he could feel the heels of her feet hit against the base of his back with each thrust.

"God, I love you" He panted, his eyes burning gold as he clung to her tightly and pressed his lips to her jaw. Her cunt was so wet and hot, he never wanted to leave. She squeezed him so delightfully that his vision would go for a moment here and there.

Y/n couldn't close her mouth for even a second, her sounds were endless whilst she begged.

"Harder, Klaus. Please!" She cried, her claws shredding the skin of his back. He obeyed her demands and bucked his hips harsher, hitting that spot with more force.

Klaus watched her eyes roll back whilst her body tensed and tightened.

"Not yet, love" He murmured through a strained voice. He gripped her tighter and moved faster, chasing what his body desperately needed. Klaus groaned loudly, his mind was on fire, his body too. A fire of desire set them both aflame.

The witches gathered in a circle, their chanting synchronised as they felt the power start to flow.

Klaus held himself up with one hand whilst the other slide down the front of her body to dip between her legs. His cock continued to slide back and forth roughly within her whilst his fingertips began to circle her swollen clit.

Y/n was borderline screaming for him when she came undone, her jaw open when he sheathed himself to the hilt and released inside her.

Their foreheads pressed together, sticking with sweat as they panted warm air against each other's mouths.

Y/n felt the weakening first. It hit hard, as though every ounce of her energy was dragged out of her soul.

Klaus noticed her skin paling and worry settle dover him before he felt the same struggle. He muttered incoherently, trying to tell her it was okay but his mind went fuzzy but this time it wasn't due to pleasure.

He knew that the witches had completed their ritual but he hadn’t expected the effects to happen so quickly or be quite so intense. Unfortunately his thoughts were cut short when everything went dark.

It felt like days had passed when he woke again.

His head rang and his arms shifted to hold onto Y/n but she wasn't there.

Immediately he pushed himself up, ignoring the blaring ache throughout his muscles. His eyes were wide when he saw the familiarity of of his bedroom. Relief flooded him before the confusion and the worry.

"Y/N!" He yelled, his throat raw. Elijah appeared in the doorway, rushing over to his brother.

"Niklaus-" He spoke, voice clear as he put his hands on the hybrids shoulders. "It's alright- we got the coven, the majority are dead. We kept the leaders back for you to deal with and-"

"We have to go back right now!" Klaus told him, eyes wide. "Y/n's still there, tell me you didn't hurt her-" He yelled before a throat cleared and Klaus pushed Elijah out of the way.

Y/n was stood slightly behind Hayley, dressed properly for the first time in weeks and looking up at him with a tired but genuine smile.

He took fast strides before pulling her into his chest and smelling her now clean hair. He looked ahead of him and smiled when Rebekah came into view with Hope on her hip.

Y/n pulled away so that Klaus could hold his daughter and she rubbed her eyes. Hayley placed a gentle arm on Y/n's shoulder and gave her a smile.

"Welcome to the family" She told her, a lighthearted tone to her voice in hopes of keeping the positive energy of their rescue alive rather than the haunting memories of their time in the room.

[girlkisser13]

august

"you weren’t mine to lose"

pairings: hope mikaelson x fem!reader

warning/tags: angst.

summary: you confront hope after she jumped into malivore.

hope's piercing blue eyes bore into yours as she stood before you. her auburn hair was illuminated under the street lights of mystic falls. you were the only one who remembered her.

"why did you do it, hope?" you demanded, anger seething beneath the surface of your words. "why did you leave us all behind without even saying goodbye?"

hope's gaze faltered, guilt weighing heavy in her chest.

"i had to," she whispered, "it was the only way to stop malivore from consuming everything."

you shook your head in disbelief, tears brimming in your eyes. "you could have told us, hope. we could have found another way. i— we could have helped you."

"i couldn't risk it," hope replied, her voice hollow with regret.

you took a step closer, your eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and something else— something hope couldn't quite place.

"you know what the most infuriating part is?"you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "it's that i've been in love with you since we were seven years old, hope. and i think the most tragic part about that is that i don't think i can stop, even if i wanted to. because... because we both know you don't feel the same way. but that's okay. just being in love with you is enough for me."

hope's breath caught in her throat, her heart aching with the weight of your confession.

"you're an amazing friend, you know that?" she said as she reached out to touch you, but you pulled away, shaking your head.

"don't," you whispered, your voice thick with unshed tears. "i know how this goes. i know you're with landon but i needed to say it, hope. i needed you to know. i don't expect anything in return."

and with those words hanging heavy in the air between you, you turned and walked away, leaving hope alone with the echoes of her own heartbreak.

[svltzmans]

take it out on me - h.m.

a/n: hi! i'm trying to get back into writing longer stuff that's not in headcanon format so let's see how that goes (also this was a requested prompt and 🫣🥵)

warnings: smut (18+), dirty talk, slight nipple play? minor overstimulation? hope is stressed :(, but not for long lmao, i accidentally deleted this whole thing and had to write it again, so sorry for any mistakes :(

hope's stress-filled lifestyle was getting to her, and she knew it.

being both a full time student and monster hunter wasn't exactly the easiest thing, but she thought she would be able to handle it with ease.

that was, until, malivore decided to bombard the salvatore school with creatures during the week of final exams.

hope was constantly getting pulled away from her studies by alaric, and although she knew she was protecting herself and those she loved, she couldn't help but be annoyed.

performing well in school had always been important to hope, and not being able to prepare had her brain in shambles.

when hope finally does get to sit down to study, she just can't focus. she has too many things to think about, and she just can't seem to organize herself.

closing her book in dismay, she throws herself onto her bed and stares at the ceiling.

she decides that if she's not going to be studying, she might as well have company. picking up her phone for the first time in what feels like hours, she sends a text to her girlfriend.

exams are stressing me out and i think i'd feel better with you here.

hope stares blankly for a few minutes, awaiting a response, until she hears the door to her bedroom open.

"hey beautiful," y/n says, plopping down on the bed next to hope.

"couldn't even get a text back?" hope teases, giving y/n a quick peck on the lips.

"i was a little busy running over here."

hope can't help but laugh, admiring the girl in front of her. she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and joggers that made her look undeniably adorable.

when y/n speaks again, there's concern in her voice.

"so, stressed about your exams, huh?"

"i just can't focus on reading my textbooks. dr. saltzman has me running around what feels like the whole world, and i'm just exhausted."

y/n's heart twinges hearing the pain in hope's voice. she rests her hand on her girlfriend's leg, hoping to provide some comfort.

"he relies on you too much. i know you're like, a powerful force and he's just an old man, but..."

before y/n can finish her sentence, hope is laughing harder than she has in days.

"you always know how to make me feel better," hope smiles, looking into y/n's eyes.

"actually, speaking of that," y/n pauses. "i had an idea."

y/n stands up, never breaking eye contact with hope. hope stares up at her, confusion in her eyes, but her questions are answered when y/n takes her hoodie off, her joggers following shortly after.

hope is speechless when she sees her girlfriend in a set of deep red lace. the color compliments y/n's skin perfectly, the material extenuating hope's favorite parts of her.

"god, y/n," hope chokes out. "what's this all about?"

"i thought i could, help with the stress," y/n seduces, wrapping her legs around hope's waist and resting her hand on her girlfriend's face. "maybe you could take it out on me, huh?"

the second y/n finishes speaking, hope pulls her into a passionate kiss, y/n's hands still resting on her face.

"i knew you'd like this surprise," y/n teases in between kisses.

"you're so beautiful," hope responds, holding y/n's waist tightly.

"take it off, hope."

without another word, hope makes quick work of taking off y/n's lace bra and underwear, throwing them across her bedroom before doing the same to her own.

unable to help herself, hope cups y/n's chest, running her fingers lightly across her nipples. y/n lets out a guttural moan, her fingers in hope's hair.

"fuck, hope," y/n slurs before giving hope a gentle push, encouraging her to lay on her back.

"i'm gonna fuck you until you can't think of anything else but me, nevermind stress about anything," y/n whispers, lightly kissing hope's neck.

y/n continues kissing down hope's body until she lands at her inner thighs, peppering them in soft pecks.

"please, don't tease y/n. need this so bad," hope whimpers, trying to raise her hips enough to ride y/n's face.

"oh i know you need this, hope. you're so wet for me already," y/n coos, just barely running her finger up hope's pussy.

"please baby, want it so bad," hope moans, her desperation growing by the second.

"want what, pretty girl? you gotta tell me what you want, or i can't give it to you." y/n knows that bringing hope to the brink of insanity makes the entire experience more gratifying.

"i need you to eat me out, y/n," hope begs.

satisfied by hope's response, y/n's tongue finally makes contact with her, sending hope into a state of ecstacy immediately.

hope feels like she can't contain herself, not even attempting to keep her voice down. she pulls y/n closer by her hair, unable to get enough of her.

hope's moans only motivate y/n, her pace quickening with every noise out of hope's mouth.

"can't be stressed if you're busy cumming on my face, pretty girl," y/n teases, hearing hope only get louder at the sound of her words.

"you just, you feel so good y/n," hope writhes as she speaks, her voice shaking.

y/n is relentless, not wasting a second. she knows how badly hope needs this. how badly hope needs her.

luckily for hope, the feeling was mutual.

y/n was in awe of the way hope looked under her, the desperation and need vibrant in her eyes.

without hesitation, y/n thrusts a finger into hope, earning a near-scream from her girlfriend.

"oh god y/n, more," she whines, trying to coax the girl into adding another finger.

when she does, the combination of y/n's fingers and mouth are almost too much for hope, sensitivity coursing through her body.

"need to cum baby, can't take any more," hope whines, struggling to form a full sentence.

"then cum for me, beautiful. let it all out," y/n talks hope through her orgasm, enjoying every second of her reaction.

hope somewhat collapses, her legs lightly shaking and her cheeks flushed.

"i don't think i'm stressed anymore," hope laughs, y/n soon joining her.

"always here to help."

[onegayastronaut]

A Love Beyond Worlds

Requested by anon: Hiii I hope it's cool to request in dating headcanons for hope mikaelson x fem reader where reader is like a demon/succubus kind of like jennifer's body vibes if you've seen the movie and know what I'm on about like similar powers/ abilities and even tho demons are well... demons and should be killed someway hope starts to date demon!r instead and shes like her demon gf with reader having a powerful & pretty tribrid gf <3 and basically everyone is cool with it and r ends up going to the boarding school and helps out a lot :))

Sorry this was long but I wanted to explain my best and it would be so cool to see this type of dynamic like they're both powerful & sexy tbh

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The Salvatore School had seen its fair share of supernatural oddities. From vampires and witches to werewolves and even a phoenix, the walls of the boarding school had heard secrets that could make even the bravest of humans tremble. But when Hope Mikaelson brought her new girlfriend to meet the squad, it was clear they were in for something entirely new.

You stepped through the gates of the Salvatore School, your boots crunching against the gravel. The air was rich with magic, and you could feel it humming beneath your skin like an electric current. The supernatural aura of the place didn’t faze you—if anything, it felt like home. Then again, being a succubus with a penchant for chaos meant you could fit in just about anywhere, especially a school filled with misfits.

Beside you, Hope reached for your hand, her touch grounding you. "Nervous?" she asked, her voice soft but edged with amusement.

You smirked, tossing your hair over your shoulder. "Me? Nervous? Please, Mikaelson. I’m a literal demon. Your little band of witches and wolves isn’t exactly intimidating."

Hope rolled her eyes but grinned anyway. "Just try to be nice, okay? They’re... protective."

"Of you?" you teased, squeezing her hand. "That’s cute. But I’m the last person they need to protect you from, Hope."

You weren’t wrong. Hope Mikaelson, the tribrid—a mix of vampire, witch, and werewolf—was arguably the most powerful supernatural being alive. She didn’t need anyone’s protection. Still, you understood the sentiment. The Salvatore School was her family, and you were the outsider. It wasn’t unusual for people to distrust you—a succubus with a sharp tongue and a history of making mortals your playthings wasn’t exactly the kind of person most would bring home to meet their friends. But Hope wasn’t most people.

As you entered the main hall, all eyes turned to you. A group of students stood clustered near the staircase, their conversation halting as you and Hope approached. Among them, you recognized a few familiar faces from Hope’s stories: MG, Kaleb, Lizzie, and Josie. Their expressions ranged from curiosity to outright suspicion.

"So this is the famous girlfriend," Lizzie said, crossing her arms as she looked you up and down. Her blue eyes sparkled with interest. "I’ll admit, I was expecting someone... less gorgeous."

"I’ll take that as a compliment," you replied smoothly, flashing a grin that showed just a hint of your fangs.

Josie nudged Lizzie, shooting her a warning look. "Be nice," she murmured before turning to you with a kind smile. "It’s nice to meet you. Hope’s told us a lot about you."

"All good things, I hope," you said, though your tone made it clear you weren’t too concerned either way.

MG and Kaleb exchanged glances. Kaleb was the first to step forward, his expression cautious but not unfriendly. "So, uh, you’re a succubus?"

You tilted your head, enjoying the way his unease radiated off him like heat. "That’s right. Don’t worry, though. I’m not here to steal your soul or anything. Hope’s the only one I’m interested in."

Hope sighed, clearly exasperated but also amused. "Okay, that’s enough. Let’s not scare my friends more than necessary."

You laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Fine, fine. I’ll play nice."

Lizzie raised an eyebrow. "So, what do you do? Besides, you know, the whole soul-sucking thing."

"I have other talents," you said cryptically. "But lately, I’ve been helping Hope out. Turns out, being a demon has its perks when it comes to dealing with supernatural threats."

MG perked up at that. "Wait, you’re helping her? Like, fighting monsters?"

You nodded. "More or less. Hope’s pretty badass on her own, but sometimes she likes having backup. And I’m always happy to oblige."

Kaleb whistled low. "Damn. A demon and a tribrid teaming up? That’s gotta be one hell of a duo."

"You have no idea," Hope said, her voice filled with pride.

Over the next few weeks, you quickly became a fixture at the Salvatore School. Despite the initial skepticism, the students warmed up to you. Your sharp wit and unapologetic confidence won over even the most hesitant of them, and your abilities proved invaluable in the field. Whether it was taking down a rogue vampire or banishing a particularly nasty spirit, you and Hope made an unstoppable team.

One afternoon, you found yourself in the library with Josie and Lizzie. The twins were studying for an upcoming test, and you were lounging on one of the couches, flipping through an old grimoire you’d borrowed.

"So, how did you and Hope meet?" Josie asked, glancing up from her notes.

You smirked, closing the book and leaning back against the cushions. "We crossed paths during a hunt. Some idiot tried summoning a demon and bit off more than they could chew. I showed up to clean up the mess, and Hope was already there."

Lizzie raised an eyebrow. "And you just... hit it off?"

"Not exactly," you admitted. "She tried to banish me at first. Thought I was part of the problem."

Josie’s eyes widened. "What happened?"

"I convinced her otherwise," you said with a wink. "Let’s just say she was impressed by my... skills."

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Gross."

Josie hid a smile behind her hand. "It’s kind of sweet, though. In a weird, supernatural way."

You shrugged, your expression softening. "Hope’s something else. I’ve seen a lot in my time, but she’s one of a kind."

The more time you spent at the school, the more you found yourself becoming part of its strange, dysfunctional family. You helped out during training sessions, sparred with the werewolves, and even assisted the witches with their spellwork. Your unique perspective and abilities made you an asset, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you belonged.

Of course, being with Hope was the best part. The two of you were inseparable, and your bond only grew stronger with each passing day. Whether you were battling monsters or sharing quiet moments in her room, you knew you’d found something special.

Despite the smooth integration into the school, there were still moments of tension—usually when a particularly stubborn student or teacher questioned Hope’s judgment about you. One such moment occurred during a meeting with Alaric Saltzman, the headmaster of the Salvatore School. Though he’d always been fair and kind to you, there was an unmistakable wariness in his eyes.

"You’ve done a lot to help the school," he admitted, leaning back in his chair as he regarded you. "But I can’t ignore what you are. A succubus isn’t exactly... conventional."

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze without flinching. "And a tribrid isn’t exactly common either, yet here we are."

Hope’s lips twitched, but she stayed silent, letting you handle the conversation.

Alaric sighed. "Fair point. But I have to consider the safety of the students. Can I trust you not to... indulge your nature?"

You smirked, leaning forward slightly. "If I wanted to cause chaos, I wouldn’t be sitting here having this conversation. I’m here because I want to be—because Hope asked me to stay. And believe it or not, I’m pretty good at controlling myself."

Alaric studied you for a long moment before nodding. "Alright. But if there’s even a hint of trouble..."

"You’ll be the first to know," you promised.

As the weeks turned into months, your presence at the Salvatore School became less of a novelty and more of a norm. You’d even developed a routine: mornings spent sparring with the werewolves, afternoons assisting the witches with advanced spellwork, and evenings helping Hope strategize for upcoming missions.

One day, during a particularly chaotic training session, Lizzie approached you with an uncharacteristic hesitance. "Hey. Can I ask you something?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you ask permission to speak?"

She huffed. "I’m trying to be nice, okay? Don’t make me regret it."

You chuckled, gesturing for her to continue.

Lizzie hesitated before blurting out, "What’s it like? Being a succubus, I mean. Is it... hard?"

The question caught you off guard, but you answered honestly. "It has its moments. Temptation is always there, lurking in the back of my mind. But I’ve learned to manage it. And honestly, being around people like Hope helps."

Lizzie frowned. "How so?"

"She grounds me," you said simply. "When I’m with her, I don’t feel like I have to be anything other than myself. It’s... freeing."

Lizzie nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "I guess that makes sense."

"Why the sudden interest?" you asked, tilting your head.

She shrugged. "Just curious. You’re different from anyone we’ve ever had here, and I wanted to understand."

You smiled, genuinely touched. "Well, if you ever have more questions, you know where to find me."

Your relationship with Hope continued to flourish, and with it, your connection to the Salvatore School grew stronger. You’d found a place where you could be yourself, where your abilities were valued, and where you were surrounded by people who cared about you

One evening, as you and Hope sat on the roof of the school, watching the stars, she turned to you with a thoughtful expression.

"You’ve changed things here," she said softly. "For me. For everyone."

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "In a good way, I hope."

She laughed, the sound light and musical. "Definitely in a good way. You’ve made my world brighter."

You reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "And you’ve made mine more... stable. In the best way."

She leaned into your touch, her eyes shining with emotion. "I’m glad you’re here."

"Me too," you whispered, pulling her into a kiss. In that moment, under the vast expanse of the night sky, you knew you’d found your home—not just at the Salvatore School, but with Hope.

And through it all, Hope was by your side, her unwavering support and love reminding you that even a demon like you could find redemption—and happiness—in the most unexpected of places. And for a demon like you, that was nothing short of a miracle.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Distant Night Ephemeral Part 1

Josie Saltzman x Male Reader x Hope Mikaelson

Request - Hey, could you do a male reader x hope mikaelson x josie saltzman smut where the reader is in a relationship with josie, but he catches feelings for hope as tim goes along and josie catches him with hope. It can be a part 1 and 2 type of story

Hope is in class sitting behind Josie and Lizzie. She is in a complicated situation, she has a crush on Josie and her boyfriend.

“How was the date?” Lizzie asked

“He was so romantic and he bought me a gift. All night, I had a good time” Josie smiled

“Wow, you are smiling even more,” Lizzie said

Hope never excepted to have a crush on two people who are dating. She flirted with Josie before she got a boyfriend. She thought it would go away but it just got stronger. Even they were single, wouldn't be sure who to go out with.

After class, Hope and Josie to their next class together. They start to smile at each other, Josie puts her hair behind her ear.

“You look pretty today,” Hope said

Josie blushed and she was still smiling.

“Thank you. New top?” Josie said

“Yeah, I liked the color,” Hope said

“It looks good on you, I like it,” Josie said

Hope couldn't help to smile and she blushed.

“You want to hang out after class?” Hope asked

“Sure,” Josie smiled

After class, Hope is hanging out with Josie in her dorm room. They are sitting close to each other and Hope couldn't help to stare at Josie’s lips. Hope isn't paying attention to what she is saying, Hope is smitten by Josie’s beauty. But Hope wants to kiss her then Josie and Hope start to stare at each other, they are slowly leaning about to kiss each other but you opened the door, and Hope moved away. She couldn't believe what was going to happen, she felt her heart racing

“Oh, hey Hope” You said

“Hi, Y/N” Hope smiled

“I didn't mean to interrupt but babe remember you were supposed to help me study,” You said

“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot. I was just hanging out with Hope” Josie said

“It’s okay, I will leave now next time we can hang out,” Hope said

Hope gets up and grabbed her stuff, then she saw you give a peck to Josie on the lips. Hope does wish she could kiss you and Josie.

“Bye,” Hope said

You did check her out but you try not to make it obvious. You stare at her breasts then her ass before she left the room. Then you sit next to your girlfriend and she is happy to see you.

✬ ✮✬ ✯

Josie is feeling confused, she has a crush on Hope but she doesn't want to stop dating her boyfriend. But she isn't sure if she should tell her sister about it. There were times when Josie would hang out with Hope and she would want to kiss Hope, but she doesn't want to ruin the friendship. And she would never cheat on her boyfriend, the situation is new to her and she doesn't know what to do.

“Babe what happened to your face?” Josie asked

She went to see you and you have a scar on your face. She put her hand on your face and made you turn your face and you are still bleeding

“I’m healing. I was training my pack because they had been slacking off. As a leader, that is embarrassing, and you know i can't let that happen” You said

You are a werewolf and you are the leader. Josie doesn't like it when you take the training too far.

“I know, Y/N. I just don't like seeing you like this” Josie said

Your scar is going away but you have some blood on your shirt.

“I will try not to get hurt. You okay?” You said

“Yeah, I’m fine. What makes you think something is wrong?” Josie said

“You seemed a bit off. It just seems if you have a lot on your mind but you won't tell me” You said

Josie is curious how he would react telling him, she has a crush on Hope but still wants to be his girlfriend.

“I’m fine, babe. It’s you know finals are coming up and I want to pass” Josie lied

“Oh, I get it. Don’t worry you will pass all the exams because you are smart” You smiled

She noticted your scar is completely gone.

“Thanks,” Josie said

You go to Josie’s dorm room. While talking, you are sitting in her chair then she sits on your lap. She put her arms around you and she starts to kiss you on the lips. You and Josie are smiling and you start to kiss her neck, but the moment got ruined because Lizzie walks in and Josie moves away

“Gross,” Lizzie said

“W-what are you doing here?” You asked

“It's my room. I don't want you and Josie to do it in my room” Lizzie said

You had sex with Josie in her bed one time, she doesn't know and you chipped in to buy new sheets which Lizzie doesn't know.

“I thought you were going out” Josie said

“Change of plans. You can stay Y/N, but just don't kiss my sister in front of me” Lizzie said

Lizzie sits in her bed and she starts to text on her phone. You get up and kissed Josie on the cheek and gently pat her ass.

“See you later, babe,” You said

“Bye,” Josie said

You leave their room and close the door. Josie sits on Lizzie’s bed

“Have you ever liked someone even when you dated Sebastian?” Josie asked

“No, I never felt like that. Why? Does Y/N feel like that?” Lizzie said

“No, no he doesn't feel like that. I heard someone talk about it” Josie said

“I don't know about that, but long as he doesn't cheat on you then its fine to have a crush on someone, I guess,” Lizzie said

Josie changed her mind about telling her sister the truth. Instead, Josie changed the subject and Lizzie went along with it.

———-

You didn't expect Hope to train with you. She did notice you checking her out but she didn't say anything. She didn't want to make it awkward if you weren't checking her out.

“Thanks for helping me train, Y/N” Hope said

“Sure, no problem. I was surprised you asked me to train you when usually you do it alone” You said

You take Hope to your dorm room. You are feeling nervous to be around her, you like her as more than a friend but you still like Josie. And you don't want to tell your girlfriend because you don't want to argue or make her think you would cheat. But she is happy to spend time with you alone, because you are usually busy.

“I wanted a partner to make more interesting” Hope smiled

“So, why not join my pack?” You asked

You and Hope are sitting next to each other very close. Her hand is on top of your hand and she stares into your eyes, you stare at her lips then her eyes.

“I like being with you,” Hope said

“Me too. Your eyes are beautiful,” You said

You and Hope slowly lean in, before you and Hope can kiss each other Josie walks in. You get off the bed and Hope does the same

“I can explain” You said

“We didn’t kiss, I swear,” Hope said

“You and Y/N wanted to kiss each other?” Josie asked

Before you were going to say something, Hope said something first.

“I actually like you and Y/N, like a lot,” Hope said

You and Josie looked at each other then at Hope

“Really?” You said

“Yes, really. But I don't want to ruin what you two have. I should go,” Hope said

“I like you too, Hope. But Y/N, I still want to be with you” Josie said

“I feel the same way. I didn't say anything because I thought it would cause an argument between us” You said

“I didn't excepted this” Hope said

“Me either,” You said