#hope mikaelson imagine

[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.

[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."

[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.

[insomniakisses]

To paint something beautiful

Character: Alpha!Hope Mikaelson (TVDU)

Requested: yes-ish?

Warnings/Notes: omegaverse au, mentions of nakedness, sexual references, cute hope, somewhat sexual end.

It was quite common that you would wake before hope, her wolf preferring to sleep and never get out of bed. It was the topic of most of your teasing.

Rolling over you smiled against her neck, feeling her arms tighten and a soft tug to pull you even closer as she whines. Laying soft kisses to her skin you gently pull her face closer to you kissing every inch.

“You’re so pretty baby” you mumble against her lips a bashful smile taking hold of her features as she moves to hide into your chest.

You coo running your hands through her hair as she lets her eyes close once more, comfortably burrowed into your warmth.

Placing a kiss to her forehead you smile when her eyes flutter open and she gives you a soft look, clearly enjoying the attention shes getting.

You chuckle as you rub her back, “My wolf” you tease nudging your nose against hers when she leans up. You lean to kiss her soft lips when she puckers them ever so slightly.

“You know what i want to do today?” She hums in response to your question clearly set on falling back asleep.

“I wanna paint you,” she look up then somewhat surprised at the request. You smirk and lean to kiss her jaw whispering against it, “naked.”

Her eyes widen and a blush paints her cheeks, “N-Naked?”

You hum continuing your kisses along her jaw knowing how its her biggest weakness, a soft sigh leaving her lips when you nip at her sweat spot.

“So,” you nip and kiss along her neck “Can I?” She hums distractedly, causing a smirk to tug at your lips. You move to straddle her, leaning to kiss her lips as she grabs you hips. “Can i baby?”

“Yes” she sighs breathlessly against your lips, huffing when you slide off of her and tug at her to get her out of bed.

—————————— <3 ———————————

“Like this?” You can’t help laugh at the ridiculous pose she was in, shaking your head softly at her goofiness.

“No, like this” you smile as you push her onto the couch, getting her to lean against it head tilted to the side slightly. One of her legs up and the other bent but laying flat, leaning to kiss her happy trail you softly place her cock against it making sure its still visible. It was one of your fave feature of hers after all.

You move to head back to your canvas when she softly grabs your hand, her cheeks seeming to be permanently tinted red.

“Where do i, um, put my hands?” She asks softly, clearly nervous causing you to softly kiss at her hand. “Wherever you find comfortable, my love” you lean to kiss her for the final time before heading to your work station.

Gathering your paints, you start setting up your pallet smiling softly at how patiently and still hope is sitting. Thinking to yourself you make a mental note to reward her later, for being so good for you.

You thank whatever being had given you the idea to paint the room, specifically where your beautiful alpha was currently siting, a day prior. Of course you had known you had planned to paint hope at some point but never imagined her to be naked when you did.

You smile to yourself and start to your brush strokes, your eye’s flicking between your canvas and hope. Although, you reckon you’ve got her body completely memorised.

—————————— <3 ———————————

“Annnnnd, done!” You cheer, smiling at hope when she groans in relief getting up to stretch her body having had cramp for at least the last half an hour.

Walking over to the painting she smiles wide when she sees it, wrapping her arms around you and nuzzling into your shoulder. “Its perfect baby” she muses.

“Thank you baby-”

“But you made my dick smaller than it is” she cuts you off smugly, causing you to roll your eyes and push her away.

“What! I’m just saying given how much of a struggle it is for you to take it you should know its bigger” She smirks then, seeing the blush on your cheeks she thinks shes won.

“Thats when your hard baby, but right now? you’re all soft, it resembles more of a shrivelled shrimp right now” You cant help laugh at her shocked face, saying no more as you head to the bathroom.

“Hey! Get back here you cheeky little shit!” She yells causing you to shriek and attempt to out run her.

While you do get to the bathroom first your not fast enough to lock her out and she opens the door, mischief floating in her eyes.

She tugs your clothes of with ease ignoring your half hearted appeal to her “better nature” stating how you were only joking. But she simply pushes her lips on yours, kissing you deep. Humming appreciatively when you begin to jerk her cock as she pulls away.

“Now,” she grabs your jaw “lets see how small I really am” she smirks.

[onegayastronaut]

Being Aurora de Martel's Daughter and Dating Hope Mikaelson Would Include…

Requested by anon

Getting picked up by Alaric and going to the Salvatore School

Alaric asked if you wanted to change your last name so that your classmates wouldn’t give you a hard time, but you decide against it

You thought your mom was dead, but that turned out to be not the case

Spending a lot of time with Hope because you realize that she’s always on her own

Usually this just means that you two are sitting in silence while ignoring each other

Hope likes taking care of you, and it takes a few months for you to start spending time together outside of school

She starts opening up to you almost two years into knowing you

You also tell her about why you decided to keep your last name, even though you knew it would cause the other students to automatically dislike you

Cuddling all the time in Hope’s room

Meeting your mom, and having her hug you and not want to let go

Your mom likes Hope, and will invite her over to train together

You’ll train with Hope too, and teach her a few things

They will share embarrassing stories about you and will use them as blackmail against you

Hunting monsters together and saving Hope a few times

Hope likes taking care of you after missions

[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!

[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."

[youngfcs]

— Park Min-hyuk + Danielle Rose Russell | CRACKSHIP.

Requested by Anonymous

[6rookie-writer0110]

Baby, don't cry

Hope Mikaelson X Male Reader

Request: Could you write a hope mikaelson x male reader. Where the reader is the son of Dean Winchester and has been dating hope for awhile but only finds out she is a supernatural when he finds her fighting a monster that he was hunting and they have a massive argument and they don't talk for awhile but in the end they reconcile with eachother.

If you don't mind writing that?

You have been hunting for a monster on your own. You wanted to prove to your dad and your uncle that you can hunt on your own. You text your girlfriend Hope and you wait for her text…

You- babe sorry, I can't make it to our date. Maybe this weekend???

Hope doesn't text back and she hasn't read your text. You drive to the woods while listening to classic rock music. You stopped the car in the woods. You get out of the car then you went to open the trunk. You take out the shotgun and bullets, then you start to walk into the woods to kill a monster.

While walking in the woods, you hear a loud growl. You have been trying to find and kill a monster called Arachne Spider. You run toward the loud growl then you see your girlfriend Hope.

“Hope!?” You said.

“Y/n!? What are you doing here?” Hope asked.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

The monster was going to attack you and Hope. You used your shotgun to slow it down, then she used her magic to kill it.

“What the hell!? Hope yelled.

“Since when you can use magic!?” You asked

“Are you a hunter, Y/n?” Hope asked.

“Yes, I'm a hunter, and I come from a family who are hunters. And how do you have magic?” You said.

“I’m a witch, vampire, and a werewolf which that makes me a tribrid. Why you didn't tell me that you are a hunter? You hunt down people who are like me?” Hope said.

“Don't blame all of this on me! You didn't tell me that you are a tribrid. We hunt down creatures that kill people” You said.

You and Hope start to argue and started to yell at each other. You and Hope haven't been dating for too long, but have kept secrets from each other. You weren't sure how she would react that you are a hunter.

“Wait… your last name is Winchester so that means Dean Winchester is your dad!?” Hope yelled.

“Yeah, he is my dad,” You said

“Oh, I heard about him and everyone else, your dad and his brother are not liked,” Hope said.

“So? We hunt down monsters and kill them… wait I-I” You said.

“How do I know you won't kill me or my friends?!” Hope yelled.

“I’m not a crazy person that kills anything-”

“I'm not just anything, Y/n!” Hope yelled.

You and Hope kept yelling at each other. She is feeling frustrated and angry at you for lying to her. You are feeling the same way and you are being stubborn.

“We are done!” Hope yelled.

“Fine!” You yelled.

You and Hope walked away from each other. You are driving back to the bunker and you are breathing hard. Hope wanted to be alone, but her friends noticed something is wrong.

——

Your father Dean is cooking and he is making burgers with bacon.

“Y/n, why aren't you eating?” Dean asked.

“I got into a fight with my girlfriend,” You said.

“Young love,” Dean said.

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“She found out that I'm a hunter and I found out that… um, she is -”

“Spill it. She is what?” Dean said.

“A tribrid,” You said.

“A tribrid? What is that?” Dean asked.

“She is a vampire-werewolf-witch. We didn't tell each other because… well I wasn't sure how she was going to react to that I'm a hunter. We argued then we yelled at each other then we said stuff that we shouldn't have” You said.

“I can't believe that you are dating someone who is a tribrid! Y/n” Dean said.

“Dad, I really like her! I got to know her and she made me happy. She doesn't hurt people” You said.

“How can you be sure?” Sam asked.

“She could have killed me when she found out that I'm a hunter. But she didn't, we just got into an argument. She gets me, she likes my sense of humor and she cares about me” You said.

“Dean, she isn't the enemy. I know you go gun blazing” Sam said.

Dean knows that Sam is right. He can see that you are hurt and you want your girlfriend back. Your father sits next to you and put his hand on your shoulder.

“Son, not all relationships are going to be easy and filled with rainbows. If you think this girl is the one then work out. And if everything is okay then we would want to meet her. We will take down the symbols” Dean said.

“Who are you? Dad, is that you?” You said.

“What?” Dean asked.

Sam laughed.

“Uncle Sam usually gives good advice not you. No offense, dad but your answer to everything is guns and pie” You said.

“Ouch. Eat your food, Y/n” Dean smiled.

You start to eat your food and you tell them how you met Hope.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You and Hope haven't spoken to each other in days. You have been staying in your room for days and you don't leave your room. Your dad Dean tries his best to get you to come out of the room but it doesn't work.

Hope still has feelings for you but she isn't sure what to say to you or if you want to see her.

Josie and Lizzie didn't want Hope to be alone. They are trying their best to cheer her up, kinda working. Tonight is raining hard with thunderstorms and Hope looks out the window.

“Did you call him or text?” Lizzie asked.

“No, because I don't know what to say” Hope sighed.

“Just tell him how you feel. Maybe he would feel the same way. He cares about you because if he didn't he would have attacked you. Just talk to him” Josie said.

“I think she doesn't have to call him,” Lizzie said.

“What?” Hope and Josie said.

“He is outside in the rain. He just waved at me” Lizzie said.

Hope and Josie run towards the window. You are soaked and you are waving at Hope. They rushed downstairs and Hope opened the door.

“Y/n, what are you doing in the rain?” Hope asked.

“I had to see you, Hope. I know we haven't been dating for long, but I really care about you. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my family being hunters. I want to make it work with you and I don't have a problem with you being a tribrid. I missed you” You said.

Lizzie got a towel for you, then Hope wrapped the towel around you.

“I missed you too, Y/n. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you and I was scared to tell you” Hope said.

She grabbed the towel and pulls you into a kiss. You and Hope are smiling at each other. You kissed her back. They get dry clothes for you to wear and Lizzie helped Hope to make soup for you.

——

You take Hope to the bunker and you go inside, but Hope couldn't go inside.

“Strange I can't go in,” Hope said.

“I thought he took it down,” You said.

“Guess not,” Hope said.

You go inside and there is a symbol by the door. You messed up the symbol

“Now, you can come inside” You smiled

“Thank you,” Hope said.

Hope goes inside the bunker.

“So… you live here with your dad and uncle?” Hope said.

“Yes with Cas well sometimes,” You said.

“Who?” Hope asked.

“Dad, this is Hope my girlfriend. Hope, that is my Uncle Sam and that is Cas. Cas is an angel who used to follow God’s rules” You said.

“He doesn't look like an angel,” Hope said.

“If you see my true form then you would die,” Cas said.

“Really?” Hope asked.

“Yeah, really,” You said.

“We won't hurt you or your friends. You make my son happy and that is good enough for me” Dean said.

“He makes me happy too,” Hope said.

Later, you give a tour of the bunker with Hope. Then you showed her your bedroom then you and Hope sat on the bed. After a while of talking, you and Hope stare into each other's eyes then slowly lean in and you kissed her first. you and Hope start to kiss each other.

She gently lies down and you continue to kiss her. Her hands are behind your neck and you can't stop smiling.

“Where are they?” Dean asked.

“I saw them in his room,” Sam said.

Dean went to stop you and Hope and Sam is laughing. The door is closed without knocking, your father barged in.

“Who wants bacon!?” Dean said very loud.

That made you jump and you fell off the bed. You and Hope were just kissing each other nothing more.

“Dad!” You yelled.

You stand up and Hope did the same.

“Keep the door open. You two need air so let's go eat bacon” Dean said.

“Not cool” You mumbled.

“Let's go before the bacon gets cold. Oh, and Y/n wipe the lipstick off your lips” Dean said.

Hope couldn't help to giggle. You used your shirt to wipe the lipstick off your lips. You and Hope followed your dad to the kitchen.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Hi🙃 would it be possible to get some headcanons about Hope dating ftm reader with maybe some no humanity Hope sprinkled in there too? Also your fics are like my guilty pleasure 😅 your blog is amazing!

Hope Mikaelson x FTM!reader

● Hope never cared in the slightest that you're trans

● she loved you for you and that's all that mattered

● she's always holding your hand in public, it's comforting for both of you

● no one can make Hope laugh like you

● even on her worst days you are the one person able to make her feel better

● she will never get tired of the smile you have whenever she calls you handsome

● and you will never get tired of hearing her call you her boyfriend

● your dorm mate rarely sees you anymore because you spend most of your time in Hope's room

● and typically fall asleep in her bed

● Hope is usually the big spoon

● she knows all of your comfort shows/movies for when you're feeling down

● if you're acting off during school you'll go to her dorm when classes end and find she's got a bunch of your favorite snacks and a show geared up on her laptop to watch

● you can tell her literally anything and she's a very attentive listener

● she's super protective of you

● if any monster ever threatens you they better watch out because Hope will send their ass right back to Malivore with a smile on her face

● no humanity Hope is far more bold and flirtatious with you than regular Hope

● her hands are all over you every chance she gets (though she still follows all the boundaries you and regular Hope talked about when it comes to where you're comfortable being touched)

● and she doesn't even need to use her compulsion to get your attention

● "Hey there handsome why don't we find somewhere more private I promise I won't bite… unless you ask me to"

● you do end up making out with this Hope I mean how can you not

● she leaves plenty of hickeys on your neck afterwards

● Hope returns to normal and is just like "really??"

● "what?? It was still you… just a more handsy version of you"

[imaginingyourfandom]

“You’re his what?!” Your sister yelled. You jumped in shock, your back hitting Jed’s chest and so Jed wrapped his arms tightly around your waist while Hope glared at him.

“You can hate me as much as you want but I care about your sister and nothing you do it going to change that.” Jed firmly spoke as you looked up at him.

“You mean that?”

“Always, for you.”

Requested By cokecola4211

[slayerzach]

Sick Day

A/N:this drabble came from how I've felt today. I have no idea where any of this came from today, as I don't feel feverish or anything, just have a really bad stomach ache with no cause. Really wishing Hope would come and comfort me right about now, but alas, that cannot happen, so I wrote this to comfort me in the midst of my "sickness", and all the stress I've been under with school and such. Enjoy.

As James awoke from his bed, he noticed a very strange sensation coming over him. His head felt very wonky and his stomach felt like it had a burning pit inside of it.

He went downstairs and saw his tribrid girlfriend, Hope, cooking up breakfast for him.

"Morning sweetheart," she said looking up at him.

"I'm not feeling too great Hope," he grumbled back.

"Oh, Jimmy what's wrong?" she asked, looking concerned.

"My stomach's really bothering me, I think I'm gonna go use the bathroom and see where that takes me."

"Okay love, go do what you must," Hope said back with a soft, comforting voice.

James went downstairs to the bathroom, put his hair up in a ponytail, leaned over and attempted to throw up, and yet, nothing happened. After several minutes, finally he gagged, and yet, nothing came out.

He would much rather throw up and get it over with, than have nothing happen and have his burning stomach pain persist.

He closed the toilet, and went back upstairs to Hope in the kitchen.

"Anything happen?" she asked.

"Nope. I feel like shit though, pun intended," he replied.

"Well, I figure with your upset stomach, you probably can't eat any of this can you?" she questioned, referring to the food she made for him this morning.

"Hun, I would, but I'm afraid I'd just end up throwing it up," he said.

"I totally understand, I'll package it up and you can have it tomorrow, or whenever you end up feeling better."

"I'm sorry, Hope," James sadly looked down, feeling like he let his girlfriend down.

"Sorry? What for?" she answered.

"I disappointed you, and wasted your time, you made this breakfast for me, and I can't even eat it."

"Dude, you're sick. You can't control that, jesus, who raised you?"

And then James thought back to all the times as a kid he would get sick and his parents would yell at him about how he was "inconveniencing them". Now, for the first time in his life, he had someone who was understanding, and rather than screaming at him, wanted to take care of him, and be there for him.

He felt like he wanted to cry, because nobody had ever made him feel such emotions.

"C'mon love, let's get you back in bed, and make you feel most at home," Hope said, gently pushing James up the steps.

"But what am I gonna do about work tomorrow? You know I have that really important meeting to go to."

"Too bad. Your boss can debrief you when you get back. You're not going to work tomorrow, you're going to stay at home and rest. That's an order soilder," Hope replied, teasing him at the end.

She slipped him into comfortable pajamas, gave him his stuffed build-a-bear Fluttershy from My Little Pony, gave him several of his Pokemon plushies, and his Nintendo Switch, where he booted up Pokemon Scarlet.

Hope then turned on the TV, and found Impractical Jokers was on.

"There ya go, that should give you some entertainment," she said, tucking him in to bed.

"Thank you so much, Hope."

"You're very much welcome, my sweet boy. You've helped me in times of my darkness, it's time I give you back the favor. I'm gonna give you some crackers so you have something light to eat, and I'll grab some medicine for you."

*************************************

After several Pokemon captured, multiple episodes of the shenanigans of the Jokers, and a pack of crackers later, James had fallen asleep while at the Pokemon center in his game, while listening to the designated music made for the location he was in.

Hope came back up to the bedroom and saw him collapsed asleep, his switch dangling from the side of the bed.

She quietly approached him, and heard him snoring softly, which was a rarity since he usually was a loud snorer.

That was the thing about Hope and him, they were both rather loud snorers that somehow didn't wake each other up, but if they ever had company over, they would keep their guest up all night with their snoring.

Once, Clarke was spending the night, as he and Trudy were having issues in their relationship, so he decided to stay with some friends for some time. Despite the complicated relationship between he and Hope, she and James decided to let him sleep in the guest room, which was largely unused, as they didn't have any friends over often.

The guest room was fifteen feet from Hope and James' room, and Clarke couldn't sleep for shit because he had to listen to, as he described, "two bears with a chainsaw stuck in their throats".

Hope continued to approach James, took his switch from his hand, gently pushed a trash can over near the bed in case he threw up, and turned the TV off. She turned on the LED angel light they had above their dresser, which always helped James fall asleep, and turned off the main lights.

She hopped up on the bed, which woke James up slightly.

"Shhh," she said softly, covering his mouth with her finger. "Go back to sleep love, you need it."

James gently nodded in response, and turned over on his side again.

Hope wrapped herself in his heavy body, and felt his long blonde hair that reached down to his chest softly touch her hand.

"You know Jimmy, it's a good thing I can't get sick, because even if you are contagious, that isn't gonna stop me from doing this."

She leaned in to his face, and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, feeling his beard hair scruff up against her lips.

"I love you, my big sweet man," she said.

James ever so slightly turned over, still having his eyes closed, and mumbled out, "I love you too, my love. Thank you for everything today."

"It's my pleasure, Jimmy."

And the two of them slept for several hours, undisturbed.