#little lizzie saltzman

[anewkindofme]

Fictional Agere Challenge!

day 3: a (platonic) ship you hc as regressor x caregiver

Hope knows Lizzie better than anyone else, which makes her the perfect caregiver. They’re a good match because neither are very touchy feely, cuddly. They need quiet time to decompress. Hope creates sensory bins for Lizzie to play with. She helps her keep her magic under control. But she also makes sure Lizzie knows all her anxiety and sensory problems are very normal.

While Lizzie doesn’t have too many toys, she is so excited when Hope gets her a ball pit. She’ll spend hours in there. Hope also lets her wear fuzzy socks, which help keep her calm.

[fandoms--fluff]

Hello sorry to bother you can you do of baby Mikaelson we’re hope she takes her to the school with her because ther parents are doing something’s .

Mine

Flufftober, October 23rd

Baby female Mikaelson reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: None

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"You're going to have so much fun here, Y/n/n" Hope tells you as she walks with your one year old self in her arms around the school's hallways. You giggle in return, snuggling into her shoulder as you watch all the scenery and students pass by.

As everyone passes, most of them give you and Hope weird looks, never seeing Hope with a baby before. But Hope pays no mind to them, instead going along her way down to the library where she's meeting Josie and Lizzie.

When she steps into the library, she immediately spots the Gemini twins. Josie's sitting on one side of the couch and Lizzie in an arm chair. No one else seems to be in the library which makes Hope lighten up a little more on her grip on you. She wants to make sure nothing happens to you, and the less people around, the better she thinks. Especially at the school where apparently no one likes to keep to their selves and own business.

"Hi girls" She says sitting next to Josie on the couch. They both respond back and Josie's the first to acknowledge you when you peek your face out of where it was nuzzled into Hope's neck

"And you must be Y/n. You're so cute" Josie's face scrunches up in cuteness as you smile up at her. You usually don't like people outside of your family, especially when you have time with Hope, but it's clear you're taking an interest in the brunette siphoner.

Hope smiles at your reaction and how you're seemingly interested in Josie. "You want to hold her?" She asks her.

"Really? Yeah, please, if you don't mind" Josie lights up while lizzie just watches with her head tilted at the interaction. Josie has always loves babies, weirdly, so she's not going to step in at the moment.

"Of course not, here we go" Hope lifts you into Josie's arms and lap. She takes care in how you react to being switched over to someone else's arms, and you're not fudding so she let her grip go on you and sit back down.

"Hi, Y/n. My name is Josie, and the other girl over there is my sister, Lizzie" Josie points to Lizzie sitting in the armchair a couple feet away.

Your eyes follow where Josie points to the blond siphoner and do a little wave like you've seen your sister do many times before. "Hi" Lizzie says awkwardly.

Hope chuckles at the blonde, "You okay Lizzie?" "Yeah, sure, she's not gonna cry right?" Lizzie looks back to where Josie is playing patty cake with you. You're a giggling mess in the new girl's lap. You really like her. She's way better than the other people your Mama and Dada have introduced to you before, at least from what you can remember of those people.

"No, she won't. She's not really a crier all that much" Hope answers Lizzie as she watches you have fun with the brunette. "That's....good. What are you doing?" Lizzie asks her sister from where she was making funny faces and you burst out laughing.

"I'm not sure how to respond to that. Making funny faces?" Josie turns to her sister confused. You follow, turning to the blonde and tilt your head to the side in confusion.

You then reach out your arms, hands in a grabby motion. "What?" Lizzie's face goes blank. Josie rolls her eyes and turns to Hope for permission. The auburn nods her head in answer and Josie gets up and carefully places you on Lizzie's lap.

"Oh, no, no, no. You see I'm not good with babies. What are you doing? Oh okay uh what do I do?" Lizzie's eyes widen as you reach up and grab her hair into your tiny hands, feeling the softness of it.

"It's alright Lizzie, no need to freak out. She's just trying to get to know you is all" Hope tries to reassure her. "Okay, okay, I'll just stay like this and, yeah you're good, go ahead" Lizzie says as you lean against her chest, her hair still clutched in your fists.

Hope and Josie chuckle as Lizzie get's used to you. And eventually you end up starting to doze off in her arms.

"I think it's time for me and Y/n to go up to my room" Hope says, getting up from beside Josie. "Alright, no problem, we'll see you later?" Josie says. "Yeah, of course" Hope responds before she bends over to take you from Lizzies lap.

When she tries to pick you up from the blonde, your grasp on tighter to the girl's hair. "Ouch, quite a grip she's got" Lizzie winces as her hari gets pulled again.

"Yeah, sorry about that" Hope says in sympathy before prying your hands away from her hair. "There we go" She brings you into her arms, you pouting from being pulled away from Lizzie.

You settle down again once your cuddled against your sister's chest, nuzzling into the warmth radiating off of her. "Bye, girls" Hope smiles before walking to the exit of the library.

As she takes you upstairs, you start to whine, getting cranky. "I know, I know you're tired, we'll be at my dorm in just a minute. And then we can get all comfy and take a nap." Hope rubs her hand up and down your back.

Once you guys are in her room and she sits down on her bed with you still nuzzled into her chest, you start giggling. "What's so funny, huh?" She chuckles.

"Mine" You say one garbled word, grasping onto her shirt tighter than Lizzie's hair. "Yeah, I'm yours. I'm your big sister" She places a kiss on the top of your head.

You started talking a couple months ago, a few words here and there. Which was surprising to your guys' parents when you said your first word a couple days before your first birthday. The word being 'Kol' because of your uncle spending so much time with you to make sure your first word is his name. Which was one of his priority weird main goals. But at least it was a harmless one.

"You want wolfie?" She asks, leaning over to grab your stuffed wolf. You look up at her and nod. "Here you go" She places the wolf in your arms, which you snuggle with immediately before cuddling back into Hope's chest.

That's how you guys stay for the rest of the afternoon, Hope taking a nap with you. There is assignments for classes she should be really doing instead, but it can wait for the last minute. She'd rather prioritize you and spend time with you. Especially since the classes are rather boring anyways.

You guys don't wake up until dinner time, eating all the ice cream for dessert. Which is something she will not be telling her parents about because she doesn't really feel like being reprimanded for feeding you too much sugar.

[iknowshocker]

listen, either i'm crazy or the saltzman twins birthday makes even less sense then i thought.

according to the TVD fandom timeline, Kai/Luke merge sometime in late December/early January. which would mean Kai tells Jo she's pregnant sometime in January/early February.

He's in the 1903 prison world from late february until the wedding on June 23rd, which means that Jo is .... 5-6 months pregnant on the day of the wedding ??? okay, sure, i'll accept that. but again, according to the timeline, the girls are born the FOLLOWING MARCH.

make that make sense.

[bicraigmanning]

something i’ve been thinking about wrt the saltzmans is that josie in season 1 in particular seems really used to acting as a mediator for if not both her parents (since we barely Know what the dynamic w/caroline is. sigh) than certainly for alaric with lizzie. her first reaction after the football game is to insist she can explain what happened. when they get back from england she rushes to lizzie and begs her not to be mad at their dad. like... josie as a character makes more sense and is much more sympathetic if you realize she feels responsible for keeping her whole family together. she can't do that with caroline so she just tries not to think about it. but she can try to keep lizzie from getting in trouble and she can try to convince lizzie not to mad at alaric but. that is a Lot of familial pressure for a teenager, and it's not like it's something she's naively assuming she has to do out of nowhere! alaric sees and at the very least allows if not encourages this mindset and behavior and dynamic because he's busy doing Other Stuff (TM).

[noratilney]

Isadora "Izzie" Saltzman, Legacies + a moodboard for every oc (148/?)

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[legaciesgifworld]

Happy birthday, Lizzie Forbes!

[fandomhopper-shit]

Masterlist

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[thequeenofneverland1]

Klaus Mikaelson////My Little Wolf 

Anonymous request: Hi can I request where y/n is the daughter of Klaus and Hayley and Klaus gets protected when Landon asks y/n to the dance

Warnings: dark humor, Just Klaus being Klaus don’t read if you don’t like dark humor and Perhaps Violence and threats, but we all know how Klaus is when it comes to his daughter

As the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall, you’ve always had a complicated legacy, but at the Salvatore Boarding School, you’ve managed to find your place. The grand halls of the school feel alive with history, yet they’ve also become a place of joy and friendship for you. Today, you’re surrounded by your best friends, the Saltzman twins, and the boys who make every moment more entertaining.

“Y/n, you’re late again,” Josie teases from her spot on the couch in the common room. Her dark hair is pulled back into a casual ponytail, and her warm smile immediately makes you feel at ease. She pats the spot next to her.

“Fashionably late,” you correct, tossing your apple to a nearest garbage can as you sat down.

Lizzie being the drama queen, lounges dramatically on the opposite couch, flipping through a magazine. “Please, Josie, don’t encourage her. She’s already got that ‘Mikaelson confidence’ thing going on.” She glances at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Which, by the way, you do wear well.”

You roll your eyes but grin. “Thanks, Liz. Coming from you, that’s basically a royal decree.”

MG and Kaleb are sitting nearby, locked in a heated discussion about who would win in a fight Batman or Iron Man. Kaleb waves his hands in frustration, trying to drive his point home, while MG shakes his head.

“It’s not even a contest!” MG exclaims, looking to you for backup. “Y/n, help me out here. Batman, right?”

“Don’t drag me into this,” you laugh, holding up your hands. “But if I had to choose… sorry, Kaleb, I’m team Batman.”

Kaleb groans, throwing his head back in exaggerated defeat. “I knew you’d side with MG.”

Across the room, Rafael and Jed are setting up for a game of pool. Jed is talking smack, as usual, but Rafael’s quiet confidence tells you he’s about to wipe the floor with him. You wander over to watch, leaning against the pool table.

“Need a hand, Raf?” you offer, grinning as you pick up a cue stick.

“Hey, no fair!” Jed protests. “If she helps, I’m done for.”

“That’s the idea,” you reply, winking at Rafael, who chuckles.

The afternoon passes in a blur of laughter and playful arguments. The twins, as usual, are the life of the party. Josie ropes you into helping her practice a new spell for class, and though you were feeling lazy. you were happy to help out. and Lizzie was making a big show of giving Kaleb a “fashion intervention,” which mostly consists of her mocking his choice of shoes.

When the group moves outside, the energy shifts into friendly chaos. MG and Kaleb challenge Rafael and Jed to a soccer match, and you’re quickly recruited to join in. The twins sit on the sidelines, cheering you on, though Lizzie mostly shouts tips about how to “look fabulous while winning.”

As the soccer game wraps up and everyone begins to disperse, you head back inside to grab a drink from the common room. The air is still buzzing with laughter and energy, but you take a moment to enjoy the quiet as you lean against the counter. Just as you take a sip of your water, the door creaks open, and Landon Kirby steps in.

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. His usual easygoing demeanor seems a bit off. his hands are shoved into his pockets, and there’s a nervous edge to his smile.

“Hey, Y/n,” he says, his voice soft but warm.

“Hey, Landon,” you reply, tilting your head curiously. “What’s up? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he steps closer. “Uh, no ghosts. Just… thinking about something. Or someone.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Oh? And who might that someone be?”

He looks away for a moment, as if gathering his courage, then meets your gaze. “You.”

You smirked. “Well, go on. I’m listening.”

Landon takes a deep breath, his hands still fidgeting in his pockets. “So, um… about the dance that’s coming up, and I was wondering if… maybe you’d want to go with me?”

Your first instinct is to say yes. Landon’s sweet, kind, and charming in his own way, and you’ve always felt a connection with him. But then reality hits. you’re not just any girl he can take to a dance. You’re Y/n Mikaelson, daughter of Klaus and Hayley, and if Landon wants to take you out, there are some significant hurdles he’ll need to overcome.

You bite your lip, a flicker of amusement and sympathy crossing your face. “You know I’d love to go with you, Landon. But…”

“But?” he echoes, his shoulders tensing.

“You know my parents,” you say gently, though the weight of your words is clear. “And my uncles. And my aunts. If you want to take me to the dance, you’re going to have to ask for their permission first.”

Landon’s face pales, and he lets out a nervous laugh. “Right. Of course. Your family. Mostly your father and his siblings.”

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, all of them. And believe me, they take the whole ‘overprotective family’ thing to a new level.”

He runs a hand through his hair, clearly trying to process the monumental task ahead of him. “So, just to recap, I need to ask Klaus Mikaelson, the Original hybrid who’s probably already planning a hundred different ways to kill me if I mess up. Then Elijah, who’ll give me the most terrifyingly polite lecture ever. Even worse Kol, who might use his bat on me just for fun. Rebekah, who’ll probably critique my outfit before she even answers. And Freya, who might turn me into a frog.”

You laugh at his summary, unable to help yourself. “Pretty much.”

Landon groans, dropping onto the couch and burying his face in his hands. “This is a death sentence.”

“Oh, come on,” you tease, sitting down beside him. “They’re not that bad. Well, okay, maybe my dad is. But if you’re honest and show that you care about me, they’ll respect that. Probably.”

“Probably?” he repeats, lifting his head to give you an incredulous look.

You grin. “Look, Landon, they’re my family. They just want to protect me. If you really want to take me to the dance, you’ll have to prove to them that you’re worthy.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “Worthy of the Mikaelson princess. No pressure, right?”

You place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’ll help you prepare. And for what it’s worth, I think you’ll do fine. My dad might even like you. Eventually.”

Landon doesn’t look entirely convinced, but the small smile on his lips tells you he’s willing to try. “Alright, Y/n. For you, I’ll face the Mikaelsons.”

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest. “Good. Because I really do want to go with you, Landon.”

He nods, determination settling in his features. “Then I’ll do it. I’ll talk to them.”

You can’t help but admire his courage. If Landon’s willing to face your father, uncles, and aunts just for the chance to take you to a dance, it’s clear that he cares about you. And though you know the road ahead won’t be easy for him, you also know that having someone like Landon in your life is worth the challenges.

After leaving the common room, Landon trudges down the hallway in search of his friends, his nerves still buzzing from his conversation with you. He finds MG, Kaleb, Rafael, and Jed hanging out in the courtyard, mid-discussion about some ridiculous bet Jed lost. As Landon approaches, they all look up, noticing his slightly dazed expression.

“Yo, Landon, you good?” Kaleb asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Not even close,” Landon mutters, collapsing dramatically onto a bench.

Rafael frowns, leaning forward. “What happened? Did Y/n turn you down or something?”

“No, she didn’t turn me down,” Landon says, waving his hand weakly. Then, after a moment’s pause, he groans and adds, “But I might not live long enough to actually take her to the dance.”

MG looks concerned. “Why? What’s going on?”

Landon sits up, his expression half serious, half comically panicked. “I need you guys to help me find a coffin.”

The group exchanges confused looks.

“A… coffin?” Jed repeats slowly, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

“Yeah, you know, the thing you put dead people in,” Landon replies, gesturing wildly. “Because as soon as I ask Y/n’s dad for permission to take her to the dance, I’m going to need one. Klaus Mikaelson is going to kill me!”

Kaleb bursts out laughing, slapping his knee. “Man, you are in deep. Asking Klaus Mikaelson for permission? That’s like asking a lion if you can borrow its cub for a walk.”

“I know!” Landon groans, throwing his hands in the air. “And it’s not just Klaus. It’s his siblings as well. I’m walking into a den of Original vampires! They’re going to tear me apart!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” MG says, holding up his hands. “Are you seriously telling us that Klaus Mikaelson, the literal Original hybrid, is the gatekeeper to you going to a dance with Y/n?”

“Exactly,” Landon says, his eyes wide. “And I have to convince him I’m not some pathetic mortal who’s going to ruin his daughter’s life. Which, spoiler alert, is exactly what I look like to him!”

Jed snickers, leaning back in his chair. “Honestly, this sounds like a ‘you’ problem, bro.”

“Wow, thanks, Jed,” Landon snaps, throwing him a glare.

Rafael shakes his head, trying not to laugh. “Okay, but why do you need a coffin?”

Landon stares at him, deadpan. “Because after Klaus kills me, I don’t want to end up in some unmarked grave. I want to at least look presentable at my funeral. Y/n deserves that much.”

The group erupts into laughter, and even Landon cracks a small smile despite his dramatic mood.

“Don’t worry, man,” Kaleb says, clapping Landon on the shoulder. “We’ll make sure you get a top-tier coffin. Gold trim, velvet lining the works. We’ll even put ‘He Died For Love’ on the plaque.”

“Very funny,” Landon mutters, though he can’t help but chuckle.

MG grins. “Honestly, Klaus probably won’t kill you outright. He might just dangle you off a balcony for a bit. Or, you know, chase you through the woods with a werewolf pack.”

“Gee, thanks, MG,” Landon says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Hey, at least you’ve got guts,” Rafael says, smirking. “Not a lot of guys would willingly walk into the Mikaelson lion’s den just to take one of the ladies to a dance.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb adds, his grin widening. “And if Klaus doesn’t kill you, it’ll be a great story to tell your grandkids.”

“Oh, fantastic,” Landon groans, standing up. “So, I’m either going to die, or I’ll be the guy who narrowly survived asking Klaus Mikaelson for permission to take his daughter out. Great options.”

“Look on the bright side,” Jed says, his tone mockingly cheerful. “At least you’ll be famous around here. ‘Landon Kirby: The Guy Who Almost Dated a Mikaelson.’”

The laughter starts up again, and despite his nerves, Landon can’t help but join in. If nothing else, he’s grateful to have his friends to help him laugh through the impending doom he’s about to face.

The next day, Landon decides it’s time to prepare for the most terrifying conversation of his life: asking Klaus Mikaelson for permission to take you to the dance. He enlists the help of his friends, though it quickly becomes clear that their idea of “help” is more about entertainment than actual support.

In the school’s common room, Landon stands in front of his friends, fidgeting with his shirt as he clears his throat. MG, Kaleb, Rafael, and Jed are seated on the couches, eagerly watching the spectacle unfold like it’s the most entertaining show they’ve ever seen.

“Alright,” Landon says, exhaling slowly. “Let’s do this. One of you be Klaus.”

“Dibs!” Kaleb shouts, immediately sitting up straighter and crossing his arms. He puts on an exaggerated British accent. “Well, well, well, Mr. Kirby. What makes you think you’re worthy of my daughter?”

Landon groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Klaus doesn’t sound like that, Kaleb.”

“Fine, fine,” Kaleb says, dropping the accent but keeping the intimidating glare. “Proceed, mortal.”

Landon glares at him but takes a deep breath and begins. “Mr. Mikaelson, I’d like to ask for your permission to take Y/n to the dance.”

Kaleb leans forward, narrowing his eyes. “And why should I let you anywhere near my precious little wolf? What do you have to offer, huh? Strength? Power? Immortality?”

Landon stammers. “Uh… well, I’m a nice guy, and—”

“WRONG!” Kaleb bellows, slamming his hand on the armrest. “You’re weak. Pathetic. And you can’t even turn into a wolf!”

MG bursts out laughing, nearly falling off the couch. “Kaleb, you’re being too much!”

“I’m channeling Klaus, man,” Kaleb defends, grinning. “You think he’s going to go easy on this guy?”

“Okay, okay,” Landon says, holding up his hands. “Someone else try. Rafael?”

Rafael shrugs. “Alright, I’ll give it a shot.” He stands and adopts a more measured, calm demeanor. “Alright, Landon. Let’s hear it.”

Landon relaxes slightly. “Mr. Mikaelson, I know how much Y/n means to you, and I promise I’ll do everything I can to make her happy and keep her safe.”

Rafael nods thoughtfully, then says in a low voice, “And if you fail, I’ll rip your heart out and feed it to the wolves.”

Jed howls in laughter. “Oh, that’s perfect. Raf, you nailed it.”

Landon groans. “You’re not helping!”

“Okay, okay,” MG says, stepping in. “Let me try. I’ll be the reasonable version of Klaus.” He stands and smooths his shirt, putting on a calm yet authoritative expression. “Landon, why do you think you deserve to date my daughter?”

Landon nods, taking a deep breath. “Because I care about her, and I’ll always treat her with respect. I’ll never let anything happen to her.”

MG crosses his arms, tilting his head. “You realize she’s stronger, faster, and deadlier than you, right? How exactly do you plan to protect her?”

Landon falters. “Uh… well, I—”

Kaleb cuts in, unable to resist. “Oh, I know! He can throw himself in front of danger while Y/n does all the actual fighting. That’ll impress Klaus!”

Everyone laughs, and Landon throws his hands up in frustration. “You guys are impossible!”

“Alright, alright,” Rafael says, standing and patting Landon on the back. “Let’s try again. This time, just be confident. Klaus respects strength, so don’t stammer or backpedal.”

Landon straightens his shoulders, nodding. “Got it. Confidence.” He takes a deep breath, squares his jaw, and looks at Rafael. “Mr. Mikaelson, I’m here to ask for your permission to take Y/n to the dance. I care about her deeply, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you.”

The room goes quiet for a moment, and Landon starts to feel like he’s finally getting the hang of it. Then Jed ruins the moment by chiming in with, “And if Klaus kills you, can I have your Xbox?”

The room erupts into laughter again, and Landon slumps onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. “I’m so dead.”

“Don’t worry, Landon,” Kaleb says, grinning. “We’ll make sure your funeral playlist is fire.”

“Very funny,” Landon mutters, though he can’t help but crack a small smile. With friends like these, at least he’ll die laughing.

Landon stands outside the Mikaelson mansion, staring at the large, ornate door that feels more intimidating than any creature he’s ever faced. The evening air is cool, but he’s sweating as he rehearses his words in his head one last time.

“Mr. Mikaelson, I’d like to ask for your permission to take Y/n to the dance. No, wait.-“ Klaus. Just Klaus. Be respectful but not too stiff… ugh, I’m so dead.”

He raises his hand to knock, hesitates, and almost turans to leave. “Maybe this is a bad idea. I could just text Y/n and say I.-“

But before he can finish the thought, his hand moves on its own and knocks twice. The sound echoes ominously, and his stomach churns.

Moments later, the door swings open, and there he is. Klaus Mikaelson in all his terrifying glory. Klaus is dressed casually, but there’s an air of power around him that makes Landon feel like he’s shrinking by the second. Klaus looks him up and down, his expression unreadable, though there’s a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

“If you’re looking for my little wolf,” Klaus begins, his tone clipped but not entirely unfriendly, “she’s not here. She’s out shopping with her mother and aunts.”

Landon swallows hard, his throat dry. He almost says, Great, I’ll come back later! but instead clears his throat. “Uh, no, sir. I’m actually here to, uh… talk to you.”

Klaus raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Talk to me, is it? Alright, then.” He steps aside, gesturing for Landon to enter. “Come in.”

Landon steps through the doorway, his nerves intensifying as he takes in the grandeur of the Mikaelson home. The place radiates history and power, and it doesn’t help that every creak of the floorboards feels like it’s announcing his presence to the entire house.

“Have a seat,” Klaus says, leading him into the living room.

Landon’s heart sinks further when he sees who else is waiting there. Elijah Mikaelson, impeccably dressed as always, sits in an armchair, sipping from a glass of bourbon. His calm, composed demeanor somehow makes him even more intimidating. And then there’s Kol, lounging on the couch with a mischievous grin, as if he’s been waiting for something or someone to entertain him.

“Well, this is unexpected,” Kol says, his tone laced with amusement. “Landon Kirby, isn’t it? What brings you to our humble abode?”

Landon tries to muster a smile but fails miserably. “Uh, hi. Yeah. Um… I just wanted to.-“

“You’re nervous,” Elijah observes, his tone polite but pointed. He sets his glass down and folds his hands in his lap, his intense gaze locking onto Landon. “Why is that?”

“Nervous?” Kol smirks, leaning forward. “You don’t think he’s here to ask for something, do you, brother?”

Klaus walks into the room, standing beside Elijah, and crosses his arms. His expression is calm, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes that keeps Landon rooted to the spot.

“Well?” Klaus says, tilting his head. “If you’ve come all this way to speak to me, Mr. Kirby, then speak. I don’t have all night.”

Landon glances around the room, realizing that all three Mikaelson brothers are now watching him like predators sizing up their prey. His mind blanks for a moment, and he almost considers making a run for it. But then he remembers your smile, the way you encouraged him to try, and he forces himself to stand a little taller.

“I… I’m here to ask for your permission, Mr. Mikaelson,” Landon begins, his voice shaky but determined. “To, uh, take Y/n to the dance.”

The room goes still. A heavy silence fills the air, and Landon swears he can hear his heart pounding in his ears. It feels as though all the air in the room has been sucked out, and the weight of the three originals and their gazes is enough to make him feel like he’s being dissected.

Klaus doesn’t move, his expression still unreadable. Elijah’s eyes narrow, just the slightest, and Kol’s smirk deepens into something far more predatory.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Klaus speaks, his voice smooth but with an edge. “You wish to take my daughter to a dance?”

Landon nods quickly, his voice steadying a little now that he’s finally said it aloud. “Yes, sir. I do. And I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

There’s a small shift in Klaus’s posture an almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw. “Tell me, Mr. Kirby…” Klaus leans forward slightly, his eyes never leaving Landon’s. “What makes you think I’d allow that?”

Landon swallows. This is the moment. He can’t falter now. He stands a little straighter, trying to project as much confidence as he can muster. “I.-“I care about Y/n a lot, sir. I know she’s… well, she’s amazing. And I want to make her happy. I’ll protect her with everything I’ve got.”

Elijah tilts his head, his voice as calm and calculating as ever. “And what does protecting her mean to you, Landon? You’re… human. That means you’re far more vulnerable than she is.”

Landon’s mouth goes dry. “I know I’m not as strong as you all, but I.-“ He stops himself, realizing how pathetic that sounds. “But I’ll never let anything happen to her. I swear.”

Kol chuckles softly, but there’s no warmth in it. “Protecting her with what, exactly? Your charming personality? Or the fact that you can’t even defend yourself from a single vampire?”

Landon shoots Kol a nervous glance but tries to keep his voice steady. “I may not be a vampire or a hybrid, but I’ll do whatever it takes. I’d never put her in harm’s way, and I’d rather… I’d rather die than let anyone hurt her.”

The room grows even quieter, and Landon feels like he’s barely breathing, waiting for Klaus’s verdict.

Finally, Klaus’s gaze softens, though just barely. He stands up straight, his eyes scanning Landon carefully. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But bravery alone doesn’t keep someone safe.” He turns to Elijah and Kol, his tone colder now. “What do you two think?”

Elijah, ever the stoic one, seems to consider it for a moment. “He’s earnest, Klaus. And he does care for her. But he’s not the type to take things lightly, either. I think he’ll treat her well.”

Kol, on the other hand, leans back into his seat, an amused grin still playing on his lips. “Oh, I think it’ll be entertaining. The look on his face when you try to kill him, Klaus. Can’t say I’m not looking forward to it.”

Landon’s stomach lurches, and he tries to ignore the heat rising in his face.

Klaus doesn’t respond to Kol right away, instead pacing a bit before he turns back to Landon. He stares at him for a long, drawn-out moment, and Landon wonders if he’s about to get tossed out or worse.

Finally, Klaus lets out a breath and says, “Alright, Mr. Kirby. I’ll allow it.”

Landon’s heart skips a beat, relief flooding him in a wave. “Really?”

Klaus’s lips twitch slightly, but the smile never reaches his eyes. “However, know this: I’m allowing it because you’ve shown respect. But if you hurt my daughter in any way, you won’t find me so lenient. Are we clear?”

Landon nods vigorously, practically bouncing on his heels. “Yes! Yes, I promise. I won’t hurt her, I swear.”

“Good,” Klaus says, his tone cool but satisfied. He turns toward Kol and Elijah. “Well, then. It looks like the mortal has earned his spot at the dance.”

Kol chuckles. “Don’t get too comfortable, Landon. You’ve earned this one battle, but the war is far from over.”

Elijah smirks, but there’s no real malice in his words. “You’ve made a good impression, but I’d still keep an eye on your back, just in case.”

Landon nods quickly, the nerves still crawling under his skin but softened by the sense of victory that fills him. He made it through. He’s in.

As he starts to back toward the door, Klaus calls after him, his voice more relaxed than before. “And Landon?”

Landon freezes and turns back. “Yes, sir?”

Klaus gives him a small, almost imperceptible nod. “Make sure she enjoys the dance. It’s important to her. Don’t ruin it.”

Landon smiles, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. “I won’t. I promise.”

As he steps out the door, he can’t help but exhale loudly, wiping his brow. He made it. And now all that’s left is to take you to the dance and make sure it’s a night you’ll never forget.

Landon practically bursts through the door of the Salvatores boarding school, a mix of relief and still-pounding nerves coursing through him. He’s made it out of the Mikaelson mansion in one piece, and somehow, Klaus actually agreed to let him take you to the dance. But he knows he’s not quite off the hook yet there’s still the matter of telling his friends.

As soon as he enters the common room, MG looks up from the couch, a grin spreading across his face. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t our favorite mortal. How’d it go? Did Klaus decide to rip you apart on the spot, or are you still intact?”

Landon lets out a deep sigh, collapsing onto a chair with a dramatic groan. “I’m alive. Barely.”

MG raises an eyebrow. “That good, huh?”

Landon looks over at him, then at the rest of his friends Kaleb, Rafael, and Jed all of whom are lounging around, waiting for the verdict.

“So?” Kaleb asks, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “Did you survive the wrath of the mighty Mikaelsons, or are you now a permanent resident of the family’s ‘invisible’ cemetery?”

Landon groans again, burying his face in his hands. “You don’t even know. It was like being interrogated by three centuries-old vampires and one of them being a hybrid with a literal temper. I thought they were going to feed me to the wolves.”

Jed chuckles. “Well, you’ve got that whole ‘vulnerable human’ thing going for you. No wonder Klaus was looking at you like you were the main course.”

Landon shoots him a glare but can’t help the small smile that creeps onto his face. “Yeah, it was that bad.”

Just then, MG stands up, his hands clasped in front of him as if he’s presenting a show. “Alright, Landon. Before you say anything else, tell us: what color of coffin do you want? Do you think you’ll fit in one of those black mahogany ones? Or are you more of a ‘funeral chic’ kind of guy, maybe a nice oak or cherry?”

Landon looks at MG, blinking in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?”

MG shrugs, putting on his best “serious” face. “Well, now that you’ve gotten Klaus’s blessing somehow you should be thinking about your funeral arrangements. I’m just helping you plan ahead.”

Landon stares at him for a beat before bursting out laughing. “I am not thinking about that!”

“Oh, come on,” MG says, grinning from ear to ear. “Klaus is definitely going to want to make an example out of you. I’m just trying to save you the trouble of figuring out which of your organs are going to be missing by the end of this.”

Landon laughs, shaking his head. “You guys are insane. I’m just trying to make sure Y/n has a good time at the dance. You think Klaus cares if I’m wearing the wrong shoes?”

“Wrong shoes? He’d probably care if you wore the wrong type of heart,” Kaleb says, rolling his eyes. “Like, you know, if it was still beating when he sees you holding her hand. He might just tear it out for fun.”

Landon groans. “Can you guys be serious for one second? I almost died in there.”

“I am serious,” Kaleb says, giving him a smirk. “When your literal future father-in-law is Klaus Mikaelson, you can’t help but plan your funeral arrangements. I’m just trying to make sure you’re ready.”

Rafael chuckles. “Yeah, man, you should probably start looking at the more affordable coffins. You know, just in case Klaus doesn’t decide to go full ‘killing you slowly for fun’ mode and opts for something quick.”

“Or he could just send you off in a regular pine box,” Jed adds, not missing a beat. “If you’re lucky, it’ll have a nice lining. Not that it matters much when you’re dead, but it’s the thought that counts.”

Landon looks at them all, deadpan. “You guys are terrible friends.”

“We’re just trying to prepare you for what’s coming,” MG says, taking a seat and crossing his arms. “It’s not every day someone has to ask Klaus and his brothers for permission to take the princess to a school dance.”

Landon sighs, rubbing his face. “I really hope this is all worth it.”

“Oh, it’s totally worth it,” Kaleb assures him with a grin. “Just think of the story you’ll be able to tell at your own funeral.”

Landon shoots him a look, but then he breaks into a smile. “You guys are ridiculous. But seriously, I really need a drink after that.”

Jed stands up with a laugh. “I’ve got you covered, my man. But we’re definitely getting you some strong stuff. You’re gonna need it.”

As Landon watches his friends scatter to find drinks and snacks, he can’t help but feel a little better. Sure, he was basically interrogated by Klaus and his brothers, but now he has his friends to help him get through the aftermath. And maybe, just maybe, if he survives this dance, he’ll finally get a little peace. Or at least a little less joking about his imminent demise.

The dining room of the Mikaelson mansion was as grand and elegant as always, the chandelier casting a warm glow over the long table. You sat comfortably between your parents, your mother reaching over occasionally to brush a stray strand of hair from your face while your father poured you another glass of sparkling cider. Dinner was lively as usual, with your uncles and aunts bantering, laughing, and sometimes bickering about old stories and mischief they’d caused over the centuries.

You were happily digging into your plate when Kol, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly cleared his throat. His signature smirk spread across his face, the kind that always signaled trouble.

“So,” Kol began, his voice carrying that unmistakable tone of mischief. “By the way, my favorite niece, your lover boy almost got himself killed by your dear father and us your favorites uncles today well I am talking about me I’m your favorite uncle.”

The fork you were holding froze mid-air, your cheeks immediately turning red. “What?” you stammered, darting a look at your dad.

Klaus, who had been swirling his wine glass lazily, didn’t even flinch. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, little wolf,” he said nonchalantly. “The boy showed up unannounced, rambling nervously about some dance. I merely… tested his intentions.”

Kol let out a laugh. “Tested? Oh, Nik, don’t be modest. You stared at him like you were imagining all the ways you could rip him apart. I swear, the poor lad’s knees were shaking so hard I thought he’d collapse right there on the threshold.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Uncle Kol, please.”

“Oh, no, darling, you can’t hide now,” Kol teased, clearly enjoying himself. “Do you know what he said when he finally got up the courage to speak? He actually had the nerve to call Klaus ‘sir.’”

Rebekah snorted into her wine glass. “Oh, poor thing. No wonder he survived it t must’ve amused Nik to hear someone grovel for a change.”

“I wasn’t amused,” Klaus said, though the small twitch of his lips betrayed him. “I merely appreciated the respect. Though I admit, his fear was… entertaining.”

Elijah, ever the voice of calm, set his glass down and added, “He was quite brave, actually. Despite his nerves, he made his case rather eloquently.”

Kol scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Brave? The boy nearly fainted when Nik said, ‘What makes you think I’d allow that?” He burst out laughing, his laughter infectious enough that even Rebekah chuckled.

“uncle!” you hissed, your face burning. “You’re making it sound worse than it was!”

“Am I, though?” Kol quipped. “He practically had a foot in the grave already, Darling. Speaking of which, we should probably invest in some new coffins. Just in case.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, burying your face in your hands.

Hayley, sitting next to you, leaned over with a reassuring pat on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m sure he handled it fine. Your father might have been dramatic, but he’s still sitting here alive, isn’t he?”

“And to be fair,” Rebekah added, smirking, “if he’s willing to endure all of that just to take you to a dance, he must like you quite a lot.”

Klaus straightened in his chair at that. “Of course, he likes her. He’d be foolish not to. But let’s not forget, Rebekah, liking her isn’t enough.”

Kol gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. “Oh, listen to you, Nik. Already planning to be the overbearing father. It’s adorable, really.”

“Kol,” Elijah interjected, his tone exasperated but amused, “perhaps you could let Y/n enjoy her meal without embarrassing her further.”

Kol leaned back with an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, fine. I’ll stop. For now. But only because I’m rather enjoying my dinner.”

You peeked out from behind your hands, glaring playfully at him. “I’m going to tell Landon about this, you know. See how he feels about you calling him out like that.”

Kol laughed, raising his wine glass in your direction. “Oh, do, darling. I’m sure he’ll love to relive the whole ordeal. Perhaps I’ll invite him over and recount every detail myself.”

Your mother rolled her eyes but smiled, pulling you into a side hug. “Ignore him, sweetheart. You know Kol just loves to stir the pot.”

Your father, however, leaned closer, his expression serious but tinged with humor. “Still, my little wolf, if that boy does anything to upset you, rest assured, your uncles and I will handle it.”

“Dad,” you groaned, laughing despite yourself.

The table erupted in laughter, and while you felt utterly mortified, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of your family’s love surrounding you. Even if they embarrassed you half to death, you knew they only did it because they cared.

The evening sun filtered through the tall windows of the Mikaelson mansion, casting a golden glow over the room. You were sitting in your father’s art studio, surrounded by canvases, brushes, and the familiar scent of paint. Klaus stood beside you, his own canvas perched on an easel, as he worked with deliberate strokes, his expression calm but focused.

You loved these moments with your father just the two of you, sharing something he loved so deeply. Painting had always been his escape, his way of expressing what words couldn’t, and you cherished that he let you be a part of it.

“Yours is coming along nicely,” Klaus said, glancing over at your canvas. His voice was soft, filled with pride.

You smiled, dipping your brush into the vibrant blue paint. “Thanks, Dad. I had a good teacher.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “Flattery will get you everywhere, little wolf.”

For a while, the two of you painted in companionable silence, the only sounds being the soft swish of brushes against the canvas and the occasional chirping of birds outside. But then Klaus set down his brush and turned toward you, his blue eyes studying you thoughtfully.

“You know,” he began, his voice quieter now, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Uh-oh,” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “That’s dangerous.”

He smirked but didn’t take the bait. Instead, he stepped closer, his tone growing more serious. “I know I’m… overprotective. Perhaps even to an extreme.”

You set your brush down, sensing the shift in his mood. “Dad—”

“No, let me finish,” he said gently, taking a seat on the stool beside you. “I know it frustrates you sometimes. The way I question every person who gets close to you, the way I hover, the way I make it clear that no one will ever be good enough for my little wolf.”

You bit your lip, unsure where he was going with this, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“But I need you to understand,” he continued, his voice softening, “I only do it because I love you. You are my everything, Y/n. From the moment I first held you in my arms, you became the single most important thing in my life. You’re not just my daughter, you’re my heart, my hope and my reason for being.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

“I’ve lived a long time,” Klaus said, his gaze distant for a moment as if recalling centuries of pain and loss. “I’ve lost so much too much. And the thought of losing you? It’s unbearable. Without you, little wolf, I can’t live. You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have: peace.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks now, and Klaus reached out, gently wiping them away with his thumb. “Oh, my sweet girl,” he murmured. “Don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You shook your head, smiling through your tears. “I’m not upset. I just… I didn’t know you felt like that.”

“Of course, I do,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “I know I don’t always say it, but you mean the world to me. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means being a little… overbearing.”

You laughed softly, leaning into his hand as he cupped your cheek. “You’re more than a little overbearing, Dad. But I get it. And… I love you, too.”

A rare, genuine smile spread across his face, and he pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly. “I love you more than words can say, little wolf. Always.”

For a while, you just stayed there in his embrace, feeling safe and loved. Eventually, Klaus pulled back and tapped your nose with a paint-covered finger, leaving a small blue smudge.

“Now,” he said, his tone lightening, “let’s see if my little artist can beat me in creating a masterpiece.”

You laughed, grabbing your brush. “Oh, it’s on, old man.”

As the two of you returned to your canvases, the earlier heaviness melted away, replaced by laughter and playful banter. And in that moment, you were reminded once again how much your father loved you. and how lucky you were to have him.

The Mikaelson mansion was buzzing with excitement as the day for the school dance approached. You were sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine absentmindedly, when Rebekah waltzed into the room with her usual flair, her eyes gleaming with purpose.

“Alright, my gorgeous niece,,” she announced, clapping her hands together. “It’s time we find you the perfect dress for the dance. Something that will make that boy of yours forget how terrified he is of your father.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Auntie Bex, can’t I just wear something I already have? I mean, it’s just a dance.”

Rebekah gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest as if you’d just insulted her entire existence. “Just a dance? Y/n, it’s your first school dance! You can’t just show up in something ordinary. You need to make a statement.”

Hayley walked in, carrying a mug of coffee, and smirked at the scene. “Don’t argue, Y/n. When your aunt gets this determined, it’s easier to just go along with it.”

You groaned but couldn’t suppress the small smile creeping onto your face. “Fine. But no over-the-top, frilly stuff, okay?”

“Deal,” Rebekah said with a wink. “Now, go get your shoes. We’re heading out.”

Not long after, you, your mom and your aunts piled into the car and made your way into the heart of the city. The shopping district was lively, the streets lined with boutiques, twinkling lights, and the faint sound of music drifting through the air.

“This is going to be so much fun,” Freya said, looping her arm through yours as you walked into the first boutique. “I don’t get to do this kind of thing often, so you better enjoy it.”

“I’ll try,” you teased, grinning at her.

Rebekah was already scanning the racks like a woman on a mission, pulling out dresses and holding them up for inspection. “This one’s too plain. This one’s too short. Oh, this one could work if we added a few accessories…”

Your mother leaned against a nearby wall, sipping her coffee and shaking her head. “She’s like a hurricane when it comes to shopping, isn’t she?”

“You have no idea,” you muttered, watching as Rebekah flitted from one rack to another with lightning speed.

“Oh, come now,” Rebekah said, overhearing you. “You’ll thank me when Landon sees you in the perfect dress and forgets how to breathe.”

Freya laughed. “Or how to form a coherent sentence. That boy’s already skittish enough around Klaus.”

You rolled your eyes but felt a flush creep up your cheeks. “You guys are ridiculous.”

After what felt like hours of trying on dress after dress. some of which were vetoed immediately by Hayley for being “too revealing” and others dismissed by Rebekah for being “too boring” you finally stepped out of the fitting room in a dress that made everyone fall silent.

It was elegant yet simple, a perfect balance of your style and the timeless class your family was known for. The fabric shimmered subtly under the light, and the fit was flawless.

Rebekah clasped her hands together, her eyes practically sparkling. “That’s the one. Absolutely perfect.”

Hayley nodded, a proud smile on her face. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

Freya stepped closer, adjusting the hem slightly and nodding in approval. “It’s stunning, Y/n. You’re going to steal the show.”

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror, feeling a little shy under their adoring gazes. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” Rebekah said firmly. “Landon won’t know what hit him.”

“And neither will anyone else,” Hayley added, her tone protective. “But if anyone even thinks about messing with you, they’ll have to deal with us first.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I think you guys are more excited about this dance than I am.”

Freya grinned. “Of course we are. You’re the baby of the family. We have to make sure everything is perfect for you.”

After finalizing the dress, you spent the rest of the afternoon hunting for shoes and accessories, with Rebekah insisting on the importance of “the complete look.” By the time you were done, you were exhausted but couldn’t help feeling excited as you imagined how the dance would unfold.

As you all piled back into the car, Rebekah turned to you with a sly smile. “Now, darling, let’s talk about hair and makeup. I have some ideas…”

“Rebekah,” Hayley said warningly, “don’t overwhelm her.”

You groaned dramatically, making everyone laugh, but deep down, you felt grateful. Shopping with your mom and aunts was chaotic, but it was filled with love, and you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything.

Landon paced nervously in the Salvatore School common room, his hands clutching a tie that he couldn’t figure out how to knot. His friends. MG, Kaleb, and Jed sat sprawled on the couches, watching him with varying degrees of amusement and pity.

“Alright, Landon,” Kaleb said, smirking as he leaned back, arms crossed. “You’re pacing so much, you’re gonna wear a hole in the floor. Chill, man.”

“I can’t chill!” Landon exclaimed, throwing his tie onto the coffee table. “Do you guys realize what I’m about to do? I’m taking Y/n Mikaelson to the dance. The Y/n Mikaelson. That means her dad, her uncles, her entire original vampire family is going to be watching my every move.”

Jed grinned, leaning forward. “Don’t forget her aunt Rebekah. I heard she once ripped a guy’s heart out because he didn’t pull out her chair at dinner.”

“That’s not helping!” Landon groaned, flopping onto the couch.

MG picked up the tie and started fiddling with it. “Look, man, it’s gonna be fine. You already got through the worst part. asking Klaus for permission. The fact that you’re still alive is a good sign.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb chimed in, “but just barely. From what I hear, Klaus and Kol were probably one snarky comment away from turning Landon into a pile of ash.”

Landon shot him a glare. “Again, not helping.”

MG chuckled, holding up the tie. “Alright, real talk. what are you wearing to this thing? Please tell me you’re not gonna show up in that sad excuse for a blazer that you have.”

“I got a new suit,” Landon mumbled defensively.

Kaleb raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Let’s see it.”

Landon sighed, standing up and pulling a garment bag from the back of a chair. He unzipped it to reveal a sleek, dark suit with a subtle shine, complete with a perfectly pressed white shirt and a dark blue tie.

MG whistled. “Okay, okay. Look at you, Mr. Fancy. You clean up nice.”

Jed tilted his head, squinting at the suit. “Looks sharp. But, uh… you think it’s gonna stain?”

Landon blinked. “Stain? What are you talking about?”

“You know,” MG said, grinning wickedly. “When Klaus decides to rip out your heart because you step on Y/n’s foot or something. Blood can be hard to get out of fabric.”

Kaleb burst out laughing, clapping his hands together. “Man, he’s got a point! You should’ve gone with something darker red hides blood better. Rookie mistake.”

“Or just wear a poncho,” Jed added with a shrug. “Less cleanup that way.”

Landon groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Why did I even ask you guys for help? You’re making me feel worse.”

“Relax,” MG said, slinging an arm over Landon’s shoulder. “We’re just messing with you. You’ll be fine. Just don’t do anything stupid, like spill punch on her dress or forget to compliment her. Oh, and maybe avoid being alone with her family for too long.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb said, grinning. “Especially Kol. That guy’s crazy, and not the fun kind of crazy.”

“Not helping,” Landon muttered again, shaking his head.

MG handed him the tie. “Alright, let’s focus. Get this on, practice your lines in the mirror, and remember: confidence is key. If Klaus smells fear, you’re done for.”

“That’s comforting,” Landon said dryly, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips.

As they continued to tease him, Landon couldn’t help but think that, for all his nerves, having friends to lighten the mood might actually keep him from having a complete meltdown before the dance. Well, maybe.

The Salvatore School common room was lively as usual, with you, Lizzie, Josie, Landon, MG, Kaleb, and Jed lounging on the couches and chairs, throwing playful banter back and forth. Landon, as usual, looked like a bundle of nerves, sitting next to you and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Lizzie, who always seemed to enjoy stirring the pot, glanced at Landon with a smirk. “So, Landon, have you decided what your last words are going to be? You know, just in case.”

Landon groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Why does everyone keep acting like I’m going to die?”

“Uh, because you might?” Kaleb said, grinning. “No offense, Y/n, but your dad has a reputation. And your uncles? They’re like a murder squad. If I were Landon, I’d be saying my goodbyes right about now.”

Josie tried to hold back a laugh but failed. “He’s not that bad, guys. Right, Y/n?”

You rolled your eyes, patting Landon’s shoulder. “They’re just messing with you. My dad’s bark is worse than his bite.”

“Uh, yeah, tell that to the thousands of people he’s actually bitten,” MG quipped, earning a round of laughter.

“Wow, thanks for the support,” Landon muttered, slouching further into the couch.

Suddenly, MG straightened up, his expression shifting to one of mock seriousness. “Guys,” he said dramatically, “we need to talk about something important. If Klaus actually kills Landon, we need to decide how we’re going to honor his memory.”

Kaleb nodded, stroking his chin like he was pondering something deeply profound. “True, true. A eulogy, maybe? Or a memorial tree in the courtyard?”

Jed, catching on to the joke, slapped his chest and sniffled loudly. “Guys, I can’t! I’ll cry too much!”

“Don’t cry for me!” Landon groaned, throwing a pillow at Jed.

But Jed dodged and dramatically wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “We’ll miss you, bro, but, uh… we can’t avenge you.”

“What?!” Landon exclaimed, sitting up straight.

MG shrugged, pretending to look apologetic. “Yeah, man. If we try to get revenge, your father-in-law will turn us into, like… garden mulch. So, sorry, but we’re not signing up for that.”

“Yeah,” Kaleb added, nodding solemnly. “We’ll say nice things at your funeral, though. Real heartfelt stuff.”

“Oh, totally,” Jed said, clutching his chest again. “Like, ‘Landon Kirby: the bravest dude to ever date a Mikaelson. May he rest in pieces.’”

“Pieces?” Landon squeaked.

“Well, it depends on how mad Klaus gets,” Kaleb said nonchalantly.

Even Lizzie couldn’t resist joining in. “Don’t worry, Landon. We’ll make sure the flowers at your grave match your suit. It’s the least we can do.”

“Guys, stop,” you said, trying to sound stern but unable to hide your laughter.

Landon, on the other hand, looked half-amused and half-horrified. “You’re all terrible friends.”

“Hey, at least we’re honest,” MG said, raising his hands. “I mean, c’mon, would you take on Klaus Mikaelson for me? Be real.”

Landon hesitated. “Uh… well…”

“Exactly,” Kaleb said, smirking.

You leaned over, grabbing Landon’s hand to reassure him. “Don’t worry, Landon. They’re just being idiots. My dad actually likes you.”

“Likes him?” Josie whispered to Lizzie with a grin. “Is that why he sharpened his favorite weapons the other day?”

You shot Josie a look, trying to suppress your laugh as Landon groaned again, sinking back into the couch.

“Okay, I’m doomed,” he muttered. “Does anyone know a good hiding place?”

“Not really,” Jed said, smirking. “But we do know a good funeral home.”

The room erupted into laughter, and despite Landon’s protests, even he couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

The Mikaelson family gathered in the grand living room of their mansion, the soft glow of the chandelier casting a warm light over the scene. Your father and uncles stood near the fireplace, each with a glass of bourbon in hand, while your aunts and mother were sprawled across the couches with their phones, scrolling through endless pictures of hairstyles. The faint sound of classical music played in the background, creating an oddly serene atmosphere considering the topic of conversation.

“I think this braid would look perfect on Y/n,” Rebekah said, holding up her phone to Hayley. “Elegant, yet timeless.”

Hayley tilted her head, studying the image. “It’s nice, but what about something with curls? Y/n has such beautiful hair; we should make it stand out more.”

Freya chuckled, shaking her head. “You two are overthinking this. Y/n would look stunning no matter what hairstyle she picks.”

Meanwhile, the brothers were deep in their own conversation. or, more accurately, Kol was stirring the pot as usual.

“So,” Kol began, swirling his bourbon with a mischievous glint in his eye, “dear brother, have you decided how you’re going to kill your future son-in-law? Or are you going to just let him die of fright when he sees you at the dance?”

Klaus shot him a glare but said nothing, sipping his drink instead.

Elijah, ever the diplomat, raised an eyebrow. “Kol, must you be so dramatic? Landon has already proven his intentions are honorable.”

Kol scoffed, smirking. “Honorable? The boy could barely string two words together when he came here begging for Y/n’s hand in. what was it, again? Oh, yes, a high school dance. Pathetic, really.”

Klaus’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “I’ll admit, it was… amusing. The stammering, the sweating… the way he almost bolted when I opened the door.”

“That’s because you looked at him like he was dinner,” Hayley chimed in, glancing up from her phone. “Poor kid probably thought he was going to be the next werewolf snack.”

“Well, he should be afraid,” Klaus said, his tone deceptively casual. “It keeps him in line. If he even thinks about putting one foot out of place…” He trailed off, letting the unspoken threat linger.

Kol burst out laughing, clapping Klaus on the shoulder. “Oh, Nik, you’re such a softie these days. Let me guess. you’ve already got the ‘disappointed father’ speech planned, don’t you? Or are you going straight for the ‘intimidating immortal hybrid’ act?”

Klaus rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “Why would I waste my time with speeches when actions are far more effective?”

“Of course,” Kol said, grinning wider. “But do tell. are you thinking heart removal, or something more creative? Personally, I’d go for the old-fashioned ‘hang him upside down from a tree’ routine. Really sends a message.”

Elijah sighed, setting his glass down. “Kol, must you always turn everything into a spectacle? Landon has survived thus far. Perhaps we should give him some credit for his resilience.”

Rebekah, who had been quietly listening while scrolling through hairstyles, smirked and chimed in. “Oh, please. The boy’s only alive because Y/n begged Klaus not to kill him. Don’t act like he’s some great survivor.”

Hayley snorted, shaking her head. “You guys are unbelievable. Landon’s just a kid trying to impress Y/n. Cut him some slack.”

Freya chuckled. “To be fair, I think he deserves a little credit for standing up to Klaus. Most people wouldn’t even dare knock on this door.”

Kol raised his glass. “To Landon Kirby: the bravest idiot I’ve ever met. May he survive the dance without fainting. or worse.”

Klaus smirked, raising his glass in return. “We’ll see. But if he dares step out of line, I’ll be sure to remind him why he should fear me.”

Hayley rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re impossible.”

Rebekah leaned over to show Freya a picture of an elaborate braided updo. “What do you think about this one? Too much?”

“Perfect,” Freya said. “Now, let’s just hope Y/n can survive her overprotective father and uncles long enough to enjoy her dance.”

As laughter filled the room, you walked in, looking around suspiciously. “What’s so funny?”

The room fell silent for a moment before Kol, ever the troublemaker, grinned and said, “Oh, nothing, darling niece. We were just discussing how many ways your father plans to terrify your boyfriend.”

You groaned. “Seriously? You guys are unbelievable.”

“Welcome to the family,” Freya said, smirking as she patted the seat next to her.

The Mikaelson mansion was quiet that evening, the usual chaos giving way to a more serene atmosphere as preparations for the big night unfolded. Your dress hung on a nearby mannequin, glimmering softly under the dim chandelier light. You sat in front of an ornate vanity, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as your aunts worked their magic.

Rebekah stood beside you, a makeup brush in hand, her expression one of intense concentration. “Hold still, darling. If you keep fidgeting, I’ll end up giving you a clown face instead of a masterpiece.”

You giggled, trying to stay still as she lightly dusted your cheeks with blush. “I’m not fidgeting that much.”

“Not much?” Rebekah raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You’re like a rabbit caught in headlights. What’s got you so jittery? Nervous about seeing Landon?”

Hayley, standing behind you, chuckled as she carefully pinned another curl into place. “Of course she’s nervous. This is her first big dance, and her first time going with a date. And not just any date. one who’s brave enough to face Klaus and her uncles.”

Freya, on the other side of you, nodded as she braided a section of your hair into an intricate pattern. “Honestly, I’m surprised Landon didn’t faint during his ‘talk’ with Klaus. I was half expecting Kol to scare him off entirely.”

Rebekah laughed, putting down her brush and reaching for a tube of lipstick. “Well, he survived round one. Let’s see how he holds up at the actual dance when Nik is glaring at him the whole night.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You guys are terrible. You’re supposed to be helping me relax, not making me more nervous.”

“Relax?” Rebekah teased, tilting your chin up gently so she could apply the lipstick. “Honey, this is your big night! Nerves are part of the excitement. Besides, you look absolutely stunning. Landon’s jaw is going to hit the floor when he sees you.”

Freya stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Your hair is coming together beautifully. What do you think, Hayley?”

Hayley nodded, a soft smile on her face. “Perfect. Y/n, you look incredible. You’re going to steal the show tonight.”

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, taking in the soft waves and intricate braids Freya and Hayley had woven into your hair. Rebekah’s makeup was flawless, enhancing your features without overdoing it. For a moment, you didn’t even recognize yourself.

“Wow,” you murmured, a little overwhelmed. “I… I look.-“

“Like a princess,” Rebekah finished, stepping back to admire her work. “No, scratch that. you look like royalty. Fitting, considering your father treats you like his little queen.”

Freya chuckled, patting your shoulder. “You’re all set, Y/n. Now, let’s get you into that dress.”

Your mother helped you stand, careful not to mess up your hair, and Rebekah carefully unzipped the garment bag. The dress shimmered as she pulled it out, and you couldn’t help but gasp. It was perfect. elegant yet youthful, with just the right amount of sparkle.

As they helped you into the gown, Freya adjusted the hem while Hayley zipped up the back. Rebekah fluffed the skirt slightly, stepping back with a proud smile.

“There,” Rebekah said, crossing her arms. “You look like a dream.”

You turned to the mirror, your breath catching as you took in the full effect. The hair, the makeup, the dress. it all came together perfectly.

Your mother placed her hands on your shoulders, smiling warmly at you in the reflection. “Y/n, you’re going to have an amazing time tonight. Just be yourself, and don’t worry about anything.”

Freya nodded, her eyes twinkling. “Exactly. And if anyone gives you trouble, well, you have the most intimidating family in the world to back you up.”

Rebekah smirked. “And a whole lot of sass to throw at anyone who dares to step out of line. You’re a Mikaelson, after all.”

You laughed, feeling a surge of confidence as you looked at yourself again. “Thanks, mother and aunts. This really means a lot to me.”

Rebekah leaned down, kissing your cheek lightly. “Go have the time of your life, Honey. But remember. if Landon messes up, just say the word, and we’ll take care of him.”

“Rebekah!” Hayley scolded, laughing as you shook your head.

“Just kidding,” Rebekah said with a wink, though the mischievous glint in her eye said otherwise.

As you looked at your reflection one last time, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and love for your family, even with their quirks. Tonight was going to be unforgettable.

Landon stood nervously on the doorstep of the Mikaelson mansion, his palms sweaty despite the cool evening air. The house loomed over him like a medieval fortress, its grandeur only amplifying his nerves. With a deep breath, he adjusted his tie, muttering to himself.

“Okay, Landon. You survived the talk… You can do this. Just smile, be polite, and don’t faint.”

He raised his hand to knock, hesitated, and then finally forced himself to tap lightly on the massive door. The sound echoed ominously, and for a moment, he considered running. But before he could entertain that thought, the door creaked open.

And there he was, Klaus Mikaelson, standing in the doorway like a king surveying his kingdom. His piercing blue eyes locked onto Landon, his expression unreadable but undeniably intimidating. He was dressed sharply, though casually, as if to say he didn’t need to try to assert his dominance.

“Ah, Mr. Kirby,” Klaus said, his voice smooth but edged with a hint of amusement. “Right on time. my little wolf is still upstairs getting ready.”

Landon swallowed hard, his throat dry as he cleared it nervously. “Uh, no, sir. I mean, yes, but.-“ He paused, trying to steady himself. “I thought I’d, uh, wait for her here.”

Klaus smirked, stepping aside and motioning for him to enter. “Very well. Come in.”

As Landon stepped inside, the familiar grandeur of the Mikaelson home seemed even more overwhelming than usual. The chandeliers glittered above him, the air thick with history and power. But what really made his stomach drop was the sight waiting for him in the living room.

The entire Mikaelson clan was there, seated as if they had been waiting just for him. Elijah sat in his usual regal posture, a glass of bourbon in hand, his gaze cool and assessing. Kol lounged on the couch, twirling a silver dagger between his fingers, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. Freya leaned casually against the mantel, her arms crossed but her eyes twinkling with amusement. Hayley was there, her expression more neutral but still laced with curiosity.

Rebekah, perched elegantly on a nearby armchair, was the first to break the silence. “Well, well, if it isn’t the brave suitor.” She smirked, her eyes flicking over him. “I must say, Landon, you clean up nicely.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Landon managed, his voice slightly shaky.

Kol snorted. “Ma’am? Oh, please. Rebekah doesn’t look a day over 100.”

Rebekah shot him a glare but didn’t refute the comment.

Elijah set his glass down, his gaze steady on Landon. “It’s good to see you again, Landon. I trust you’re prepared for this evening?”

“Yes, sir,” Landon replied quickly, though the confidence in his voice wavered slightly.

Klaus shut the door behind him and moved to stand beside Elijah, his arms crossed. “Are you sure about that, boy? Because from where I’m standing, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

Landon let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m fine. Really. Just… a little nervous.”

Kol chuckled, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “A little? You look like a lamb being led to slaughter. Should I fetch you a glass of water or a stretcher?”

“Kol,” Hayley said with a warning tone, though she was clearly holding back a smile.

Freya smiled sympathetically at Landon. “Don’t mind them. They’re just having fun at your expense.”

“Fun?” Kol smirked, twirling the dagger again. “Oh, come on, Freya. It’s tradition. No one dates a Mikaelson without a little… hazing.”

“Kol,” Klaus said sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument. He turned his gaze back to Landon, his expression softening slightly. “Relax, boy. You’re here for Y/n, not us. Though,” he added with a smirk, “don’t think for a second we won’t be watching your every move tonight.”

Landon’s heart pounded, but he managed a small nod. “I understand, sir. I’ll, uh… I’ll do my best to make sure she has a great time.”

Rebekah chuckled, raising her glass in a mock toast. “Well, here’s to hoping you survive the night, Landon. And remember if you don’t, it’s nothing personal. Just Mikaelson tradition.”

Kol grinned, leaning back on the couch. “Yes, and you can always haunt us if it doesn’t work out.”

The room erupted in laughter, and while Landon tried to smile, he couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t entirely joking.

You took a deep breath, smoothing the delicate fabric of your dress as you prepared to descend the grand staircase of the Mikaelson mansion. The faint hum of conversation from the living room reached your ears, and you could only imagine what your family was saying to Landon in your absence. They loved to tease, after all.

The soft click of your heels against the polished wood announced your arrival before you came into view. As you stepped onto the staircase, every pair of eyes turned toward you, the room falling silent in an instant.

Klaus, standing near the fireplace with his usual air of authority, was the first to react. A proud smile spread across his face, his blue eyes softening. “There she is,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but brimming with affection.

Kol let out a low whistle, grinning mischievously. “Well, if this isn’t a sight. Little Y/n all grown up and stealing the show already.”

Freya and Hayley exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles warm and full of pride. Elijah simply nodded, his approval clear in the slight upward curve of his lips.

But none of their reactions compared to Landon’s.

As you reached the bottom of the staircase and stepped into the room, Landon’s jaw practically dropped. His eyes widened, and for a moment, it seemed like he forgot how to breathe. He stared at you, completely captivated, his gaze filled with pure adoration.

“You… you look…” he began, his voice barely above a whisper. “Wow.”

A blush crept up your cheeks at his awestruck expression, and you offered him a shy smile. “Thank you, Landon. You look pretty great yourself.”

But before he could respond, he felt it. the unmistakable sensation of several pairs of eyes boring into him. Slowly, almost comically, he tore his gaze away from you and glanced around the room.

Sure enough, the siblings and even Hayley were all staring at him with varying degrees of intensity. Klaus’s expression was calm, but his sharp eyes held a warning. Elijah, ever composed, raised an eyebrow slightly, as if silently reminding Landon to behave. Kol, on the other hand, grinned like a cat who’d just cornered a mouse.

“Well, well,” Kol said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Lover boy here seems completely smitten. Can’t say I blame him.”

“Kol,” Hayley warned, though she couldn’t hide the small smirk tugging at her lips.

Rebekah rolled her eyes, stepping in to break the tension. “Oh, leave the poor boy alone. He’s just admiring his date right, Landon?”

Landon nodded quickly, his cheeks flushing. “Y-Yeah, just admiring.”

Klaus took a slow step forward, his presence commanding as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “You look beautiful, my little wolf,” he said softly, his voice filled with pride. Then, his gaze shifted back to Landon, his tone hardening just slightly. “Take good care of her tonight. Remember, she’s the jewel of this family.”

Landon gulped and nodded, his hands clenching nervously at his sides. “Of course, sir. I promise.”

Kol chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve got some guts, Kirby. Let’s hope you don’t lose them by the end of the night literally.”

You shot Kol a glare, playfully swatting at his arm. “Uncle Kol, stop scaring him!”

Freya laughed, taking a sip of her drink. “He’s just having fun, Y/n. Don’t worry Landon will be fine. Probably.”

Landon glanced at you, his nervous smile softening when his eyes met yours. Despite the teasing and the pressure, you could see the genuine affection in his gaze. It made your heart flutter, and for a moment, the rest of the room seemed to fade away.

“Shall we?” he asked, offering you his arm.

You smiled, slipping your hand into his. “We shall.”

As the two of you headed toward the door, Klaus’s voice rang out once more. “Landon.”

Landon froze, turning back to face him. “Y-Yes, sir?”

Klaus’s smile was faint but unmistakably sharp. “Remember what we talked about.”

“Yes, sir,” Landon said quickly before practically bolting out the door with you by his side.

The moment you were out of earshot, the room erupted into laughter, Kol’s voice leading the charge. “Oh, that poor lad. He has no idea what he’s in for.”

As the door closed behind you and Landon, the Mikaelson family sat in silence for a moment, the faint sound of your laughter outside barely audible. Klaus stood by the fireplace, his gaze lingering on the door, his fingers drumming against the side of his glass. He didn’t say anything at first, but the subtle tightening of his jaw was enough to catch Kol’s attention.

“Oh, here we go,” Kol muttered, leaning back with an exaggerated grin. “I know that look, brother. Don’t tell me you’re already regretting letting her go.”

Klaus shot him a glare but didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he swirled the bourbon in his glass, his mind clearly racing.

Rebekah smirked knowingly from her seat. “Kol’s right. You’re absolutely itching to follow them, aren’t you? I mean, come on, Nik. She’s fine. Landon might be a nervous wreck, but he’s harmless.”

“Harmless is hardly a guarantee,” Klaus replied, his voice sharp but controlled. “She’s my daughter. My little wolf. And she’s out there with a boy who looks like he might faint if he so much as brushes her hand. I won’t just sit here while she’s.-“

“Happy?” Hayley interrupted, raising an eyebrow as she leaned against the armrest of her chair. “Come on, Klaus. She’s earned this. Let her have her moment without you breathing down her neck.”

“Breathing down her neck?” Klaus repeated, feigning offense. “I am merely… keeping an eye on her. Protecting her. It’s my job.”

“It’s called parenting,” Elijah said calmly, setting his glass down with a soft clink. “And sometimes, Niklaus, parenting requires a certain degree of trust. Y/n is perfectly capable of handling herself.”

“But Landon isn’t,” Kol chimed in with a laugh. “You saw him! The poor boy could barely string two words together without looking like he was about to collapse. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he trips over his own feet before the night’s over.”

Freya smiled, shaking her head. “Nik, you have to let her go eventually. She’s growing up. Besides, she’s smart. You’ve raised her well. Trust her to make the right decisions.”

Klaus sighed, clearly unconvinced. He set his glass down on the mantel, his fingers drumming against the edge. After a moment of silence, he straightened, his expression determined.

“No,” he said firmly. “I’m not just going to sit here. Let’s go after them and watch.”

The room erupted into a mix of groans and laughter.

“Seriously, Nik?” Rebekah said, exasperated. “You’re going to stalk your own daughter on her date? That’s a new low, even for you.”

Hayley folded her arms, shaking her head. “Klaus, no. She’ll know you’re there, and it’ll ruin everything. Let her have this.”

“Oh, come on,” Kol said, already on his feet. “I’m with Nik. This could be fun! Imagine the look on Landon’s face when he realizes we’ve been watching him the whole time.”

“Kol, sit down,” Elijah said sternly, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. “We are not turning this into a spectacle.”

Klaus ignored them all, already moving toward the door. “I won’t interfere,” he insisted. “I just want to ensure everything is… going smoothly.”

“‘Smoothly’?” Rebekah repeated, rolling her eyes. “Nik, you’re not fooling anyone. You want to scare the poor boy out of his wits.”

“Can you blame me?” Klaus said, turning to face them. “She’s my daughter. My only daughter. And she deserves the best. If he puts one foot out of line.-“

“Niklaus,” Elijah interrupted, his tone carrying the weight of authority. “Enough. Sit. Down.”

For a moment, Klaus hesitated, his jaw tightening as he considered his options. Finally, he sighed and returned to his spot by the fireplace, though he was clearly restless.

Kol snickered, flopping back onto the couch. “Fine, stay here and brood. But don’t come crying to me when Landon puts his hand on her waist during a slow dance.”

The growl that escaped Klaus was enough to send Kol into a fit of laughter, Rebekah shaking her head as she took another sip of her wine.

“Poor Landon,” Freya said with a chuckle. “He has no idea how close he came to being tailed by the entire Mikaelson family.”

“Not yet, anyway,” Kol added with a wink.

Klaus paced the grand hall of the Mikaelson mansion for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. His siblings and Hayley had resumed their conversations, casting amused glances in his direction as he restlessly drummed his fingers against the mantel or adjusted his cufflinks for no apparent reason.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of internal debate, Klaus came to a decision.

“I can’t do this,” he declared suddenly, grabbing his coat.

Everyone stopped, turning to him with varying degrees of exasperation and amusement.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Rebekah groaned, throwing her hands in the air. “Nik, what are you doing now?”

“I’m going to the dance,” Klaus said matter-of-factly, slipping into his coat.

Kol burst out laughing, nearly spilling his drink. “Of course you are! Can’t let the lad have a single moment of peace, can you?”

Hayley rolled her eyes, standing up. “Klaus, she’s fine. You’re going to embarrass her.”

“Embarrass her?” Klaus repeated, his voice full of mock indignation. “Nonsense. I’ll be discreet.”

Elijah arched an eyebrow, setting his glass down. “You? Discreet? Niklaus, that may be the most absurd thing you’ve ever said.”

But Klaus was already heading for the door. “She’s my daughter. I’ll be discreet enough. I just want to see her happy. Surely you all can understand that.”

Hayley exchanged a glance with Freya, both women sighing but ultimately letting him go.

“Just try not to terrify the poor boy too much,” Freya called after him.

When Klaus arrived at the dance, he stayed back in the shadows, blending into the edges of the crowd. His sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on you.

There you were, standing with Landon in the middle of the dance floor, laughing as you spun around, the skirt of your dress twirling with you. Your face was glowing with joy, your smile brighter than he’d ever seen it. Landon was watching you like you were the only person in the room, his awkwardness melting away as he held your hand and moved along with you.

Klaus felt his heart swell with pride and love. This was the moment he’d been dreading and anticipating in equal measure. the moment when his little wolf began to spread her wings. He stayed rooted to his spot for a while, simply watching you enjoy yourself.

A soft smile crept across his face, the kind of smile that was rare for Klaus Mikaelson for his overprotectiveness, this was what he wanted. for you to be happy, safe, and cherished.

Eventually, you caught sight of him. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you giggled softly, excusing yourself from Landon. You walked over to where he was standing, raising an eyebrow.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” you asked, though your tone was more amused than annoyed.

Klaus shrugged, his smile never faltering. “I simply wanted to see my little wolf in her element. And I must say, you’ve outshone everyone here.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest at his words. “You’re not here to scare Landon again, are you?”

Klaus chuckled, shaking his head. “Not this time, love. Tonight, it’s all about you. And I must admit, seeing you so happy… it’s worth every moment of discomfort I’ve felt letting you go tonight.”

You smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Dad. It means a lot that you’re here.”

Klaus placed a gentle hand on your cheek, his expression soft. “You’ll always be my little girl, Y/n. No matter how old you get, no matter who comes into your life, you’ll always have my heart.”

“Always and forever?” you asked with a teasing grin.

“Always and forever,my little wolf” he promised.

With that, he stepped back, letting you return to the dance floor. But this time, he didn’t feel the need to hover. Instead, he leaned against the wall, watching you laugh and dance with your friends, content in the knowledge that his little wolf was happy.

[sarcasticlcves]

Dating The TVDU Women Includes

Katherine Pierce:

You knowing her since 1491

Katherine turning you into a vampire, so you could both be together "forever"

Her being severely protective over you

Stefan and Damon going after you to get to her

You and Katherine both being chased by Klaus for 500 some years

Being shocked when Nadia (Katherine's daughter) shows up looking for Katherine

Comforting Kath when Nadia gets bitten by Tyler and is slowly dying

Both of you being stabbed with the traveler knife and dying together

A/n~ I cried making this one. I miss my bby Kathy 😭💔

Hayley Marshall:

You being a werewolf/witch hybrid

Klaus threatening you to not hurt his little or littlest wolf or you won't be able to see the light of day again

Being a stepmom/mentor to Hope

"When I said give it your all and punch me in the stomach, I didn't actually mean it Hope!" "Sorry mama..."

Being besties with Rebekah and Freya

Hayley being super cuddley

Her being super protective of you. Even going as far as to threaten Klaus and Elijah

"If I hear that you two idiots lay a single finger on y/n, I will personally bite your heads off! Got it?!"

*Klaus and Elijah nodding, scared for their fucking lives* "we got it" "we won't touch her, we promise"

Being present when Hayley throws herself and Greta into the burning sun

Despising Elijah after that day and never forgiving him (I hated Elijah after that. I don't care if he didn't have his memories or what)

Only staying in the Mikaelson family compound for Hope's sake

When Klaus died, you adopted Hope and moved to mystic falls so she could enroll in the Salvatore school

Raising Hope because you knew that's what Hayley would want for her

Hope Mikaelson:

Being a Tribrid like Hope

Knowing her since you both were little kids

Hope being very closed off and distant with you at first

Her slowly opening up and being more vulnerable with you as time passes

Hope being a very affectionate person behind closed doors

Hope being super overprotective

This bby also gets very jealous very quick

You being best friends with Lizzie and Hope despising your guys friendship

Dark! Tribrid! Hope Mikaelson:

When Hope goes full dark Tribrid, you were by her side through all of it

Even when she snapped Lizzie's neck right infront of you

When Lizzie got sired to Hope you got jealous and protective reallll quick

You even went as far as to kill your own girlfriend to break the bond between them both

And let's just say Hope was not happy when she woke up...

"You killed me because you were jealous?! Fine, let's see how you like getting your neck broken"

After all the arguing you two weren't on the best terms

Hope distanced herself from you a lot and her trust in you went to 0%

Yeah, I wouldn't recommend dating dark! Tribrid! Hope and pissing her off...

Lizzie Saltzman:

Being a Tribrid

Lizzie siphoning from you a lot

You being very protective of this sweet, sensitive little baby

You helping her through her episodes

Being present when Lizzie wakes up and turns into a Heretic

You having to teach Lizzie everything she could possibly know about vampires

Lizzie being very clingy and vulnerable with you

Going on a rampage when you find out Lizzie was sired to Hope

"I swear I will gut you like a fish Mikaelson!"

"Baby...calm down please.."

Hope knowing to not mess with Lizzie while your around

Jade Salvatore:

You and Jade both being stuck in the prison world together

Her humanity flickering when she's around you

She's VERY possessive

Not to mention jealous

You despising Kai Parker

"Oh, would ya look at that. I get to gut you again today"

"Well shit-"

A/n~ i didn't really have many idea's for Jade, so this was all I could come up with

[tetsunabouquet]

Tyleet - Elfquest (the holy mother of comfort if you ask me)

Josie & Lizzie Saltzman - Legacies

MG - Legacies

Nepgear - Hyperdimension Neptunia

Vickie & Freddie - Valentina Hellebel *the two pairs mentioned are twin sisters and arguably my favorite fictional couple of all time respectively. *The Valentine Hellebel series is a Dutch horror book series of a similar demographic as R.L Stine's 'goosebumps' by the late Eddy C. Bertin. It's a phenomenal 7 part series that combines Lovecraftian horror, with folk legends, religions (from the Church to the Aztecs) and witchcraft. Valentina Hellebel is the protagonist, discovering she is a witch in the first book and her fight against evil accidentally drags her best friend Anton and two of her classmates, Vickie and Freddie into it, resulting into the four of them becoming a coven despite Valentina being the only one with powers- partially due to them being compatible astrologically as each zodiac needs to be represented in a coven and all of them bring non-magical talents Valentina lacks to the table but also because witches are a dying breed (her grandma Hennie is the only other active witch in town).

comfort character tag

tagged by @multifandomlover121 ❤️

rules: list five comfort characters then tag five people

1. Pietro Maximoff (MCU)

2. Jody Jackson (The Dumping Ground)

3. Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

4. Malia Tate (Teen Wolf)

5. Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Bonus + Robbie Jennings from Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snogging

Tagging: (no pressure!) @pad-foots @ds-umbrella-manufacturing-co @cescalr @nbvethbrenatto @gracelesslady23 + anyone who wants to do it!

[anewkindofme]

Do you think Lizzie saltzman and Hope mikaelson would be littles like Josie or do you think one or both of them would caregivers? Also do you think Rebecca mikaelson could be a little?

I don’t see Rebekah as a little. She’s a natural maternal figure. She’s 100% a caretaker. She spoils her Litltle(s). Totally the type to warm their blankie in the dryer every night. She does their hair and lets them play with her makeup. Even if she didn’t have a Little of her own, she’d be the best babysitter/godmother/auntie.

Lizzie is a Little, just like her twin sister. She is a very sensitive little girl. Fidgets and her favorite lovey help calm her down. She can be a little pouty and sometimes needs a few reminders to use kind words. Deep down, she just needs all the love and gentle redirection.

Hope is a Caregiver. I think she’s a little unconditional in the sense that she may not be the most outwardly affectionate. She’s not the type to coo or baby talk. But she’s strong, protective and loving, in her own way. She’s the one you go to when you don’t want to talk, you just want someone to hold you close and cuddle. I think she’s a lot like her uncle Elijah when it comes to caretaking. The complete opposite of her parents who are smothering with their Littles (which is what some need!).

Send me a character from one of these fandoms and I’ll classify them.

[fandoms--fluff]

helllooo!

i love your work so much !!

can you write something to do with hope being a big sister but her little sister is a teen. and reader walks in on hope and lizzie making out and goes and tells klaus or something.

Remember To Knock

Young teen female mikaelson reader x Hope Mikaelson (+Lizzie & Klaus)

Warnings: making out mentioned?

A/n: a bit shorter than I wanted, but I hope you enjoy!

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"Hey Hope, where did you put the- oh" You stumble after opening the door to your older sister's room. Inside, Lizzie and her are on the bed, lips connected together and hands roaming over each other a moment before you barged inside.

"Oh, shit" Lizzie swore. Hope smacked her arm, giving the 'not helping' look over to her not so secret anymore girlfriend.

"Uh, Y/n...What did I say about the not knocking?" Hope sighed, walking over to her 13 year old sister.

"I-I'm sorry. I- I'll go now. Sorry for bothering you...and all...that" You stutter and scurry out of the room, closing the door behind you. Hope sighed again before walking back over to Lizzie.

You run through the halls and down the stairs. In your haste to get away from the grossness that was going down in Hope's room, you smack straight into your father.

"Woah, little one, where are you going in such a rush?" He settles you down with his hands grasped on your shoulders.

He bends down to your height and brushes a strand of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear. "Somewhere else" you answer too quickly.

He raised an eyebrow, "And why would that be?"

"Umm" you're so screwed. Now it's either you get in trouble with your Dad or Hope. And you didn’t want to face the consequences from either of them.

"Y/n. Tell me what happened. Unless you want me to get your uncle Elij-" Klaus crosses his arms.

"No!" You cut him off. Uncle Elijah is scarier than your dad when it comes to consequences. (Considering he basically raised your dad, Auntie Bex, and Uncle Kol, he's basically a pro at it)

Klaus smirks, works every time, he thinks. "So, what happened?" He asks again.

"Um, I may or may not have accidentally went into Hope's room without knocking again and now my eyes are scarred for life and it was really gross and I'm pretty sure she's gonna kill me for telling you this, did I mention it was really gross-?" You rant, stopping when you feel your dad's hands resting on your shoulders to calm you.

"Hey, slow down a bit. Hope's not going to kill you. What do you mean by 'gross'?" He asks, eyebrows furrowing together.

"Uhh, I kinda walked in on Hope and Lizzie kissing, making out I think?. I dunno, it was bleh" you shake your body in disgust.

"You're telling me your older sister was making out with Caroline's daughter in her room" Klaus says, it coming out almost as a growl. He stalks away down the hall and up the stairs, to Hope's room you predict, before you could answer.

"IM SORRY HOPEY" You yell, towards the stairs, hopefully giving your big sister a warning.

"What are you sorry for?" You jump around, hearing a voice from behind you.

You come face to face with your Auntie Bex.

"Hah, welllll, funny story..." you scratch the back of your head wishing you never went into Hope's room in the first place.

[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.

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"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.

[svltzmans]

Hello! Could i request going to a party with hope (like the one from EP1 of legacies lol😭) with lots of tension and mutual pinning (can be slight enemies to lovers too) doesn't matter what format, thank you!!

drunk in love - h.m.

a/n: hi anon!! this was suuuuch a fun request to write, i decided to write it as a little drabble-y fic for you <3 i also decided to go more with the mutual pining as opposed to the enemies to lovers, i hope you don't mind :,) thanks for submitting this request!

warnings: mention of alcohol and underage drinking, suggestive content. and you guessed it, liz's unedited writing

hope mikaelson is used to being a supernatural being. she always has been and always will be, and her family history has drained most of the normalcy out of her reputation.

she doesn't mind, really. she has been the elusive tribrid for as long as she's been alive. however, sometimes hope just wants to feel like a normal person.

which often leads her to the parties that take place at the old mill, where she can hold a red cup with cheap beer in it just like everyone else.

although everyone else at the party is also a supernatural, hope can't help but feel like she is just another student attending a cliché illegal party.

and she enjoys it. she feels free, and maybe just a bit tipsy.

hope scans the party, noticing the werewolves performing what can only be described as advanced parkour. they seem to always end up in those situations with alcohol in their systems.

moving through the groups of dancing supernaturals, hope makes her way to the saltzman twins. they feel familiar enough for hope to be comfortable hanging out with them in such a setting.

making casual conversation with lizzie and josie, hope almost feels bored. she isn't quite drunk enough to dance, she thinks, but she walks to the dance floor to watch nonetheless, with the twins following suit.

hope sees rafael and a witch she doesn't recognize dancing more intimately than she wants to see, and quickly diverts her eyes.

only for them to land on the most ethereal girl she had ever seen, in the middle of the floor conversing with a group of vampires.

"who is that?", she manages to ask, her jaw practically reaching the wood planks of the floor with each word.

"y/n y/l/n. just transferred from mystic falls high. emma is trying to figure out what kind of supernatural she is," lizzie responds, noticing hope's piqued interest.

"she's... wow...," hope freezes, trying to find the word.

"hot? yeah, no shit, mikaelson," lizzie quips, earning a hit on the shoulder from the shorter girl.

y/n y/l/n is lost, to put it simply. a new school is already a difficult experience, nevermind one composed of witches, werewolves, and vampires.

but there she was, standing in a crowd of them. what was thought to be an ordinary boarding school is actually a safe haven for people like them. people like her.

y/n takes a swig of her drink, cringing at the bitter aftertaste. she had been to her fair share of high school parties, but hadn't ever really branched out far. she was quite the introvert, but was determined to change her fate with her fresh start.

introducing herself to those who looked interesting and kind, y/n perused the party, having casual conversations with many and even dancing with a few. however, nobody really stuck with her.

that was, until, her eyes landed on hope mikaelson, reddish-brown locks falling perfectly over her shoulders.

hope wasn't like anyone she had ever seen before, not at mystic falls high or anywhere. she was effortlessly intriguing, and of course beyond attractive.

the night continued on with y/n aimlessly walking through the cliques of the salvatore school, trying to mingle.

no matter how many people she spoke with, she couldn't get the tribrid off her mind. she thought about inviting her to the bathroom with her before deciding that was far too forward.

hope sighs, pouring another can into her cup with a few measly cubes of melting ice left.

"are you gonna talk to her, hope?", josie innocently asks, taking a sip of her own beverage.

"don't know, i might short circuit," hope jests, although only half-joking.

"you should. you guys would make a hot couple," josie giggles, evidently pretty inebriated.

josie walks away to search the mill for penelope, leaving hope alone.

"she might be drunk, but i think she's right, mikaelson," lizzie adds, arms crossed against her chest.

"hot couple? she would definitely be the hot one."

"you're not so bad yourself, hope. go talk to her."

"talk to her or kiss her?"

"talk first, silly."

y/n is just about over the party, preparing to walk back to the quiet of her dorm to rest, when she locks eyes with the woman who initially caught her eye hours ago.

she can't help but stare, feeling enthralled by the way hope delicately stares back.

the party feels like it's at a standstill, with everyone else fading into y/n's peripheral vision. she can only focus on hope, and she likes it.

before she knows it, the space between them is shrinking and the brunette is in front of her.

"hey. isn't it about time i came over and said that?," hope starts, trying to seem less nervous than she undoubtably is.

"i was waiting for you. i'm sure you could tell," y/n responds as flirtatiously as she can muster.

"well i'm glad that feeling is mutual. i'm hope."

"y/n. just transferred here from mystic falls."

"oh, i know. i asked the headmasters' daughters for intel because i think you're the prettiest girl in this room."

shit, hope thinks. did i actually just say that?

"that's pretty cute of you, hope. i can safely say i would have done the same."

"do you, maybe want to dance?"

"i thought you'd never ask."

the pair quickly falls into stride, moving to the loud beat of the stereo.

hope notices that y/n's hands have found her waist, and quickly starts to feel hot.

"i'm fucking sweating," hope complains, giggling at her own misfortune.

"we should probably get out of here then, huh?"

hope is almost in complete shock. what did she say?

"jeez, y/n, take me out to dinner first," hope laughs, her face turning flush.

"oh trust me, i was planning on it."

[wardrobeoftime]

Master Post - A to M

If you notice any show, movie or character missing that I’ve made gifs of, please let me know. Characters are sorted alphabetically by first their last name and then their first name.

Last updated: January 3rd, 2025

A

Aladdin [2019] (Princess Jasmine)

Allerleirauh (Princess Friederike | Princess Lotte)

American Song Contest (2022)

Aschenputtel [2010] (Marie/Aschenputtel)

Aschenputtel [2011] (Annabella | Aschenputtel/Cinderella)

Australia [2008] (Sarah Ashley)

B

Barbie (Stereotypical Barbie)

Beauty and the Beast [2017] (Madame de Garderobe | Mrs Potts)

Becoming Elizabeth (Amy Robsart | Mary Tudor)

Blood, Sex & Royalty (Anne Boleyn | Mary Boleyn)

Bridgerton (Tilley Arnold | Lady Berbrooke | Benedict Bridgerton | Daphne Bridgerton | Eloise Bridgerton | Francesca Bridgerton | Hyacinth Bridgerton | Violet Bridgerton | Queen Charlotte | Cressida Cowper | Agatha Danbury | Penelope Featherington | Philippa Featherington | Prudence Featherington | King George III | Siena Rosso | Edwina Sharma | Kathani "Kate" Sharma | Mary Sharma | Tessa | Marina Thompson | Extras)

Britain’s Bloody Crown (Margaret of Anjou | Margaret Beaufort | Elizabeth Woodville)

C

Cinderella [2015] (Anastasia Tremaine | Drisella Tremaine | Ella)

D

Das Adlon (Sonja Schadt)

Die Galoschen des Glücks (Princess Aurora)

Die Kaiserin (Maria Alexandrovna / Marie of Hesse | Elisabeth “Sisi” of Austria | Archduchess Sophie of Austria)

Die Salzprinzessin (Princess Amélie | Princess Eugenia | Princess Isabella)

Die Schöne und das Biest (Elsa)

Disney Live Action (see the individual movies | Extras)

Doctor Who (Ashildr | Cyril Arwell | Lily Arwell | Madge Arwell | Reg Arwell | Rosanna Calvierri | Miss Chandrakala | Agatha Christie | Hugh Curbishley | The Doctor | Twelth Doctor | Clemency Eddison | Jack Harkness | King James I | Katherine | Donna Noble | Madame de Pompadour | Amy Pond | Bill Potts | Robina Redmond | Becka Savage | Willa Twiston | Extras)

Domina (Agrippa | Antonia Major | Antonia “Antonina” Minor | Emperor Augustus | Julia the Elder | Livia Drusilla | Marcella | Octavia Minor)

Downton Abbey (Lucy Branson (née Smith) | Cora Crawley | Edith Crawley | Mary Crawley)

Dune: Prophecy (Ynez Corrino)

Dynasty [2017] (Kirby Anders | Fallon Carrington)

E

Effie Gray [2014] (Euphemia “Effie” Gray)

Elizabeth Duology (Elizabeth I)

Emerald City (Langwidere of Ev)

Emma [2020] (Isabella Knightley | Emma Woodhouse)

Eurovision Song Contest (1970 | 1974 | 1979 | 1980 | 1982 | 1988 | 1991 | 1992 | 1993 | 1995 | 1996 | 1998 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023 | 2024)

F

Frauen, die Geschichte machten (Catherine the Great)

G

Galavant (Madalena)

Game of Thrones (Myrcella Baratheon | Cersei Lannister | Ellaria Sand | Sansa Stark | Daenerys Targaryen | Margaery Tyrell)

Good Omens (Aziraphale | Crowley)

Grey’s Anatomy (Lexie Grey | Izzie Stevens)

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Hamilton (Angelica Schuyler | Eliza Schuyler Hamilton)

House of the Dragon (Jeyne Arryn | Alicent Hightower | Mysaria of Lys | Aegon II Targaryen | Baela Targaryen | Helaena Targaryen | Rhaena Targaryen | Rhaenyra Targaryen | Rhaenys Targaryen | Laena Velaryon)

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Ku’damm (Helga von Boost)

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Legacies (Jo Laughlin | Hope Mikaelson | Elizabeth “Lizzie” Saltzman | Josette “Josie” Saltzman)

Les Misérables [2018] (Cosette | Fantine Thibault)

Little Women [2019] (Amy March | Margaret “Meg” March)

Ludwig II [2012] (Elisabeth “Sisi” of Austria | Ludovika, The Duchess in Bavaria | Sophie in Bavaria)

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Maleficent Duology (Princess Aurora | Queen Ingrith of Ulstead)

Märchenperlen (see the individual movies)

Maria Theresia [2017] (Maria Anna of Austria | Empress Maria Theresia |  Mademoiselle de Chartres | Elisa Fritz)

Marie Antoinette [2006] (Jeanne du Barry | Marie Antoinette | Empress Maria Theresia | Marie Thérèse Louise of Savoy, Princesse de Lamballe | Extras)

Marie Antoinette [2022] (Marie Antoinette)

Mary Queen of Scots [2013] (Mary Stuart)

Maximilian - Das Spiel von Macht und Liebe / Maximilian and Marie de Burgogne (Maximilian of Austria | Mary of Burgundy | Bishop de Clugny | Johanna von Hallewyn | Rosina von Kraig | Georg Rudolfer | Margaret of York)

My Fair Lady (Eliza Doolittle)

My Lady Jane (Jane Grey | Mary Tudor)

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[lizzies]

woke up thinking abt lizzie saltzman n her terrible terrible terrible self esteem n how she tries 2 hate herself into changing for most of the show's run based on what the people around her (specifically JOSIE AND ALARIC...) tell her abt herself.. lizzie grows up hearing shes a problem and her feelings are irrational & she ends up believing it so deeply she genuinely doesnt think shes a good person & battles most of her life w low self worth & she's terrible at figuring out what she really wants because she cannot focus on herself in a positive manner w/o getting accused of being selfish so she lives w little distractions to help her get thru the days and those distractions always wear out and she's back to basics... okay