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Memories Lost

Part 1 - Part 2

Pairing: Hope Mikaelson x Reader

Before Malivore

I.

“Y/n L/n, please do not tell me that you forgot to add eggs to the cake mix.” 

Your eyes widen like a child who is about to be in some serious trouble by their parents. Now that you thought about it, something did feel off about the batter you’ve been struggling to stir for the past five minutes. 

You look up from your batter bowl to see Hope staring at you with daggers in her eyes. 

Yep, you were screwed. 

After gently placing your wisk on the kitchen table, you give the tribrid the best innocent smile you could, “Okay. I won’t tell you that, but I will tell you that we’re going to have to start over since there may or may not be a key ingredient missing from the mix.”  

As much as you wanted the smile to dilute the situation, Hope still pinches the bridge of her nose and runs her fingers through her hair, obviously more stressed out than ever.

Today is Commonwealth Day and some of Hope’s family members from New Orleans are supposed to be coming into town, one of which includes her mother. If anything you felt that you should’ve been the one who was stressed out. 

“How do you forget to add eggs to a cake mix, Y/n?” Hope asks, flailing the full carton of eggs around. She looked like she was on the verge of erupting like Pompeii. 

You decide to approach with caution, “Okay, okay,” you slowly reach for the carton and carefully take it from her hand, “Let’s not break the only eggs left in the fridge, yeah? We do need those. Let’s also take a steady breather for a second.” 

The two of you inhale one large breath of air together and then slowly breathe out. 

“There we go, Hope,” she’s still looking at you with a small amount of fire in her eyes, “Hey, I apologize for my idiocy. I honestly don’t know what you expected when you left me alone to make this, but it’s a minor setback.”

“That was the only box of cake mix we bought, Y/n.” Hope states. 

You fall silent for a moment to let that information sink in, “Okay, slightly more than minor setback,” Hope lets out a frustrated groan and moves past you, “We don’t have to make a cake, Hope. I saw a box of brownie mix in the pantry.” 

“Yeah, that says ‘Lizzie Saltzman’s Brownie Mix: DO NOT TOUCH’ in big black letters. In case you don’t recall, I’m not exactly in her good graces at the moment.” 

“Eh, name me one person who is in her good graces,” you shrug as if it’s no big deal and take the box out anyways, giving it a good shake, “Doesn’t feel like she put any jinxes on it. My arm has yet to fall off so therefore I think we should be safe.”

Hope gives you a look telling you that she’s still unsure of this. 

“Come on, I of all people know how much crap she makes you go through on the daily basis. What’s a box of brownie mix compared to torment?” You pause and think, ‘that’s probably a little much’, “Maybe not literal torment, but you get the picture. I’ll even take the blame if she starts asking questions.” 

“Are you kidding? She’d probably kill you if she found out.”

“That’s what I have you for,” you say matter-of-factly, taking a few steps closer to the tribrid until you were face to face, “What, you thought that I was your friend because I like you?” You ask in a playful tone, making Hope roll her eyes at you even though she was clearly amused, “Keep dreaming, Mikael-” her eyes widen and she covers your mouth with her hand before it’s too late.

You are the only student in the whole school who knows that Hope’s father is Klaus Mikaelson. It took many months of trust-building after your friendship began, but one night at the pier, Hope mustered up enough courage to tell you about her family history. 

She half-expected you to go running for the hills and leave her in the dust. Instead, you blew her expectations out of the water by having the calmest reaction she had ever seen. You thanked her for trusting you so much that she felt that she could tell you something not everyone knew at the time. 

She made you promise not to tell anyone to which you agreed to with a pinky promise. This moment has been the only time you nearly slipped up. Thankfully no one else was in the kitchen, but who knows who could be walking by. 

You raise an eyebrow at Hope, glancing down at her hand that was still covering your mouth. 

Hope quickly retracts her hand back, “Sorry. It was just, you know-” 

“No, that was my bad. Good save though… Marshall.” You say, followed by a cheeky wink. 

A tint of red flushes Hope’s cheeks as she gives you a thankful smile, causing your cheeks to warm up as well. 

You clear your throat and break eye contact with the tribrid, “Shall we get started?” You ask, raising the brownie mix up to your face, “Ass beating from Lizzie or not, I still wanna make a good first impression on your family, especially your mom. God knows you’ve probably dragged my name through the dirt every chance you had.”

Hope playfully rolls her eyes, giving you a small shove before giving in and pulling out a clean mixing bowl. “Fine, let’s just get this over with before we get busted.”

“Atta girl!” You grin widely before ripping the box open. 

There was no going back now. If you two were going down, at least you were going down together and you were getting a sweet treat out of it, too.

II.  

It was a beautiful day to be out at the Salvatore Boarding School for the Young and Gifted. The weather was your idea of perfect; sunny, breezy, and clear. 

Students were reading outside on the grass, the younger kids were playing tag, others playing Wickery, and you were getting your ass beaten by the world’s strongest tribrid.

This was your guys’ third round of sparring for the day and you had yet to win a single one. Just when you thought you had her arm locked behind her back, she whispers the incantation, “Dimiterre.”

Everything went by so fast that you didn’t have any time to think about landing on your feet. Instead, your back slammed against the small wooden pier after being flipped over the tribrid’s shoulder. It wasn’t fair that she could just chant any spell she wanted to throw you off guard. 

“Is that really all you got today, Y/n? This is just embarrassing.” She shakes her head at you like a disappointed coach. 

“I’ll make you eat those words, Mikaelson,” you grunt, feeling a new surge of energy course through your body as you jump back up to your feet, “We’re just getting started.” You smirk, wiping a drop of sweat off your forehead. 

Hope grins back at you, readying her position for another round of sparring. The both of you share the same look of determination, neither one backing out as you throw the first jab. 

Several more rounds pass. All of which ended with your ass hitting the pier as if it were some kind of magnet.

“You’re making this too easy.” Hope says triumphantly with a cocky smile. 

You huff out an exhausted breath of air, “I’m obviously letting you win, Mikaelson,” you use your arms to help you jump back to your feet, “I could easily take you down if I wanted to.” 

“Oh yeah?” Hope wonders, taking a step forward. She was a little less out of breath than you, but you could tell that she was playing it off just as much as you were. 

“Oh yeah. Why don’t we do one final round? This time I won’t hold back.” You challenge her.

“You seem pretty worn out for someone who was holding back.” She states and you pretend not to be hurt by her jab at your lack of combat skills. 

“Maybe that’s just to fool you into thinking you can beat me again,” you shrug as you watch her readjust her gloves, “Oh, and you can’t use your magic. Too much of an advantage.”

Hope’s mouth falls open and she shakes her head, “Then I’d be at a disadvantage. You’re like a whole foot taller than me.” 

“Come on, if it’s so easy you should have no problem pinning me down within two seconds of the round.” 

Hope silently thinks it over in her head, then quickly comes to a decision, “Fine. Loser buys milkshakes at the Grill.” 

You grin, “Deal. Prepare to pay up, Mikaelson.” 

After waiting for one of you to make the first move, Hope decides to sweep kick your legs at an unfathomable speed and knocks your back to the ground. 

She straddled your hips and placed her hands on both sides of your head, “Ha! Looks like someone’s- wha-” 

As quickly as she knocked you to the pier just now, you pulled her neck down to where her face is inches closer to yours, trapped her arm by wrapping yours around it, lifted your leg to trap hers and then rolled your body over to where you were now on top.  

Breathless and cheeks redder than before, Hope stared up at you in shock. If you were completely honest, you had no idea that move was going to work, but you were so glad that it did. For one, now you get a free milkshake and two, you’ve never had Hope Mikaelson’s face this close to yours before. 

Her legs were practically wrapped around your waist and your hands were holding her arms down above her head, making her face dangerously close to yours. It would only take one of you leaning forward for something to happen. 

Instead, you kept your cool, “Looks like I win.” you smile, also breathless, “I like cookies and cream, by the way.” 

III.

“So you do this… for fun?” You ask, sitting as still as possible on a wooden stool in Hope’s bedroom. 

It was a stormy weekend in Mystic Falls, so most of the outdoor activities were closed off until the rain cleared up, which didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon according to the weather broadcasts. You weren’t a huge fan of being alone during thunderstorms–you’d never let anyone know that–so you found yourself hanging out with Hope. 

Well, you were mainly watching Hope. She came up with the idea of painting a portrait of you sitting by her window to pass the time. Being that you’ve never had a portrait painted of you before, you thought this would be kind of fun. You didn’t expect it to be such a long and quiet process, but you definitely preferred this over being scared out of your mind listening to the thunder by yourself.

Hope hums a yes to your question as she concentrates on her strokes, “Can you look back out the window?” 

You sigh, turning your head to look outside for about thirty seconds before nearly falling off the stool because of the lightning bolt that crashed a couple miles away from the school. As pretty as it looked, being struck by lightning was still one of your irrational fears. 

“Are you sure it’s safe for me to be looking outside?” You turn back to look at Hope. 

“Y/n, I promise nothing is going to happen to you. Now sit still,” she says in a not-so-reassuring voice. 

You let out an annoyed huff, but you do you’re told and turn to face the rain covered window glass.  

“How long does it usually take you to do these things? Asking out of curiosity. Totally not because I’m losing feeling in my glutes.” You wonder, shifting in your stool.

“I’m usually quicker when my subject isn’t interrupting every five seconds and moving around like they have worms in their said glutes.”

You face her again with an over exaggerated look of shock on your face, “Is that some sort of degrading werewolf joke? That is extremely offensive.” 

She leans away from her canvas to look at you, her eyes squinted, “I’m part werewolf, too, idiot.” 

“You’re a tribrid. That’s different. One third of a werewolf doesn’t count, therefore your little worm joke hurts me more.” You stick your tongue out at her.

“Why am I friends with you again?” She’s trying her best to hide it, but you can tell that she’s resisting a smile.

“Because as sad as it is, no one else can make you smile like I do, Mikaelson.” It took a few seconds until she couldn’t help but reveal a very faint yet noticeable grin. She leaned back behind her canvas to conceal it, but there was no use since you already caught sight of it.

“Just shut up and look out the window before I cast a freeze spell on you.”

You wanted to make another snarky remark, but you knew your friend well enough to know that she was serious about casting that spell. To avoid being frozen in an uncomfortable position for God knows how long, you closed your mouth and relaxed your body before looking back out the window. 

IV.

“What do you mean you can’t dance? I’ve seen you do it all the time.” Hope asks, watching you from her bed as you pace back and forth in her dorm room.

“That’s me flailing my body around like a fool hoping it looks good! I don’t know what I’m actually doing!” 

Josie asked you–as a friend–to be her escort for her and Lizzie’s 15th birthday party. You’d only be dancing with her one time, but the problem was that it was supposed to be a waltz and you had absolutely no idea how to do that. 

“It’s embarrassing enough that she asked me to be her escort, I don’t wanna embarrass her even more for not knowing how to do a stupid waltz!” Hope rolls her eyes before having enough of your unnecessary freakout. 

She gets up from her bed to stop you from pacing, “Y/n. Just relax, okay? You freaking out is freaking me out,” she says, holding onto your shoulders, “I can teach you how to waltz.” 

Your body relaxes and a small wave of relief hits you, “Seriously?” 

“What? You think I can’t dance either?” Hope playfully asks, placing her hands on her hips as she tilts her head at you. 

“I’ve never seen you do it before,” you argue, getting a small smack to the arm, “Ow! Okay, I’m obviously kidding… sort of,” she smacks you again, making you laugh this time, “Okay, okay. Forreal now, I could really use your help.” 

Hope sighs, pretending to have second thoughts because of your teases. You don’t worry too much though because you know she wouldn’t leave you to crash and burn like that… at least you really hope so.

“Give me your hand.” She gives in, fitting one of her hands in yours. You grin as your other hand finds her waist and hers rests on your shoulder, “Make sure you’re relaxed, you wouldn’t want to look stiff as a board while you’re dancing.”

You nod your head, taking in a deep breath as you let your muscles relax.

“Also, always have your eyes on your partner. You’re more likely to be tripping on their feet if you keep looking down.” 

“That shouldn’t be too hard.” You say without meaning for it to leave your head. Hope bows her head for a second to hide the redness appearing on her cheeks.

After composing herself, Hope looks back up at you, “First, step forward with your left,” you follow her movements smoothly, “Step sideways to the right,” your right foot steps out, “Close your feet together, then step back with your right,” you glance down at your feet for a second which was your first mistake.

You slightly stumbled, but caught yourself when you put your feet back together. 

Hope chuckles, “What did I tell you?” 

“Hey, now cut me a little slack. I was doing pretty good for a second there,” you defend yourself before repositioning your feet, “What’s next?” 

“Step to the left, bring your feet together, then repeat it all over again but a little faster. You’re going to want to count one-two-three in your head to stay in rhythm,” you raise an inquisitive eyebrow, making her smile, “Okay, I’ll count out loud and you repeat the moves we just finished learning. Does that sound good?” 

You nod quickly, then she takes her step back and you follow, remembering what she taught you. Forward, right, together. Back, left, together. Forward, right, together. Back, left, together. The longer you two went on, the quicker you picked up on the moves and the more comfortable you felt. 

Eventually, you felt that you didn’t need to keep dancing with Hope, but it was hard not to keep going when you have the most beautiful girl in your arms right now.  

“Stop looking so smug.” Hope says, noticing the smile that appeared on your face. Even though she stopped counting, the two of you continued to flow around her room gracefully. 

“I’m waltzing with the big and bad tribrid. How can I not be smug?” 

It’s Hope’s turn to smile, but she gives you a playful eyeroll to counter the fact that she was enjoying this, “If you tell anyone I did this for you, you’re dead.” 

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare let anyone know you’re an actual decent person, Hope Mikaelson. It’ll be our little secret.” You wink at her, making her cheeks even redder. She moves her mouth to one side of her face to keep herself from smiling any wider. 

It made your heart flutter, seeing how comfortable she was around you. You got to see the vulnerable side of her that she rarely ever showed to anyone else at the school. It’s the small moments like this that you knew you’d keep in your heart forever. 

~

this one is more of a flashback situation in comparison to parts 1 and 2 and there’s some more happy moments since the first 2 were a little more angsty lol part 4 coming soon! 

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Please Don’t Go

Part 2 to This Isn’t Goodbye

Pairing: Hope Mikaelson x Reader

Just when you felt like you were on top of the world, you slowly started to feel yourself sinking towards the ground. Your knees gave out beneath you seconds after Hope and MG left the basement. Thankfully Lizzie was there to slow your fall and she guided you back to your original sitting spot from earlier. 

With the infection worsening, you thought to yourself that you’d give anything to have Hope back here by your side. That way your mind wouldn’t be completely focused on the pain.

The poison from the bullet began to travel all over your back, across your arms, around your neck, and it was quickly starting to blur your vision as well. You didn’t need a mirror to know that you probably looked as grey and sickly as Josie did.

From your spot against the wall, you could see that the witches must’ve gotten their powers back given that Lizzie could siphon now. You watched her desperately try to pull the magic out of the bullets that were poisoning you and her sister, but there wasn’t any progress made. Josie still looked like death and you were catching up.

Nothing they were saying could reach you from across the cell. Just like your vision, your hearing was feeling fuzzy, making anything the twins were saying to each other sound like a muffled mess of words. 

A little later on, you saw the two of them stand and leave the cell for a few minutes. You figured it was because they wanted to help the school. 

As much as you wanted to join them, you couldn’t move any of your limbs without them feeling like they were on fire and your head was pounding, making it more difficult to even focus on trying to move. 

Now it was getting harder to catch your breath. You were struggling to keep your eyelids open because it felt like they were being weighed down by a ton of bricks. 95% of the saliva in your mouth had dried up, making your lips more chapped than you were used to and your throat drier than the Sahara Desert, and you were sweating worse than you do on full moons. 

The bullets couldn’t be siphoned out of you, the poison couldn’t be removed, and you were quickly coming to the realization that neither you or Josie had any chances of surviving through the night. 

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If I Saw You on the Street

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Pairing: Hope Mikaelson x Reader - Platonic Josie Saltzman x Reader

After Malivore

For as long as you could remember, summer vacation was your absolute favorite time of the year. To your surprise, it’s actually been a huge drag for you this year. It wasn’t like this was the worst summer ever–you could think of a few others that could take that spot–but there was definitely something off that you couldn’t piece together. 

For instance, no one has any idea as to how Landon destroyed Malivore, not even Landon himself. That whole day seemed to be a huge blur to all of the students. You remembered the bigger events like the school defeating Triad, but everyone seems to struggle when it comes to the smaller details.  

In order to keep yourself busy, you decided to stay at the school and take a summer job at the Mystic Grill. Besides the fact that everyone else was back home with their families, the whole school had this off-putting sense of emptiness. The place has magic in the walls for crying out loud, you usually feel some sense of liveliness. 

There was this one room in particular that you felt strangely drawn to. You had no idea why since you knew that no one stayed in that room this past year. At least, no one you knew anyways. 

One day out of pure curiosity, you picked the lock to that room to see what was special about it. 

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witchcraft [hope mikaelson]

Hope Mikaelson x fem reader

Requested: Hello!! I saw that you write for the Vampire Diaries and the Originals, but I didn’t see any for legacies. But if you’re willing I was wondering if you could write a Hope x fem reader where the reader is human and you can take it from there :)

Hello friend! I love the Legacies and just caught up with all of it so I am willing to write for them now! I hope you enjoy!

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Crush (Hope)

Imagine having a crush on Hope, which results in your sister, Lizzie, trying to get the two of you together

When you were just a few weeks old, Caroline and Alaric took you in. You were left on the side of the road and the two immediately decided to keep you. Even though Caroline had just had Lizzie and Josie a few months prior, she still took you in and raised you as her own. As you grew older, they ended up discovering that you were a witch, and you ended up attending the Salvatore School with your sisters.

Since you and your sisters were so close in age, all three of you were almost always seen together. You all had an unbreakable bond, and didn’t know what you would do without each other. And since you were so close, Lizzie ended up figuring out that you had a crush on Hope Mikaelson. She immediately tried to get you to approach her and ask her out, but you were scared to. Hope was so strong, powerful, and pretty, and you were just you.

Despite Lizzie’s multiple attempts to get you to approach the tribrid, none ever worked, so she had to start taking things into her own hands.

“Alright everybody, gather over here!” Lizzie called, holding a clipboard. You, and a bunch of other students were all helping decorate for the school dance, “I’ll assign you each a partner to help you decorate.” Across the crowd of people, you noticed Hope, standing there with her arms crossed. You didn’t pay attention to any of the names Lizzie was calling out, until you heard your own.

“Y/n Saltzman,” she said, and paused for a moment, checking something off on the clipboard, before continuing, “And Hope Mikaelson.” You sent your sister a glare, to which she just smirked in reply. Hope was going through the crowd of people, attempting to reach you. Finally you were face to face with your crush.

“Hey Y/n,” she said, offering you a small smile, “We need to go put up the banners, do you wanna hold the ladder and I’ll climb, or the other way around?”

“Um, other way around please,” you hesitantly replied. You didn’t know which she would rather do, causing you to grow nervous. At your answer, she smiled and led you over to the table. She picked up the banner, along with some nails and handed them to you.

You two made your way to the ladder and Hope held it steady, so you could climb. When you got to the top, you began hanging one end of the banner up, but you grew nervous that you would mess up. Forgetting your surroundings, you moved your foot back to get comfier, and began falling. You let out a gasp as you fell, and closed your eyes, waiting for the impact, but it never came. Instead when you opened your eyes, you were met with a pair of blue ones.

Hope had caught you in her arms, she was staring down at you and offered you a smile, before speaking.

“You need to be more careful, if I wasn’t here you could of got hurt,” Hope said, giving you a look of concern.

“Yeah,” you said, blushing, as she put you down. She made sure you were okay, before going to get you some water. Across the room, Lizzie gave you a smirk and wink, causing you to roll your eyes.

And that wasn’t the first time Lizzie did something to purposely help you and Hope get closer together. The next time it happened was a few months after the ladder incident. During those few months, you would sometimes run into Hope and she would tease you about what happened. And every single time you walked away, blushing.

The next time Lizzie tried to help was in the library. You were supposed to meet your sisters for a study session, and they were there. But what they failed to mention, was that they also invited Hope. You walked in, and found the seat across from Josie was empty, but beside that seat was Hope.

“Hey Y/n!” Lizzie called out, “Come sit down.” She pointed to the seat across from Hope. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to sit beside her, but you were worried you would mess up and she would end up hating you.

“I brought you some hot cocoa,” Josie said, after you sat down. There was a to go cup of hot cocoa sitting in front of you.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling. You picked it up and took a sip, before setting it back down. You all began studying, and Hope started quizzing you about some of the topics.

“Okay, question seven,” Hope said, looking down at her flashcard. You two had turned in your seats and were now facing each other as she read out the question, “What is the oldest known grimoire and who did it belong to?” You tried to speak, but your throat was dry, so you picked up your cocoa to take a sip, but you quickly lost hold of it and it fell. It fell right onto Hope’s lap. She let out a small ‘ow’ as the warm liquid hit her thighs, burning her.

“I’m so sorry!” You quickly said, your eyes widening when you realized what you just did. Hope was in pain, but she still gave you a small smile.

“It’s fine,” Hope said, letting out a sigh before resting her hands right above where the cocoa spilled. She mumbled something to herself and soon her jeans were dry and you assumed the burns were gone, since she showed no signs of discomfort. She spoke after a moment, noticing the worried look on your face, “See? Good as new.”

“I’m still sorry though,” you said, but allowed yourself to calm down a bit. Hope didn’t say anything and reread the question so that you could answer.

The next incident happened eight months later and it was the last one. It was Lizzie’s last attempt to get the two of you together. You were competing in the Miss Mystic Falls pageant. Your escort was MG, and you were glad, because you knew he would never bail on you, or at least you thought he wouldn’t.

“I don’t know about this Liz,” MG said, standing behind some people in the crowd. He was standing beside Lizzie as she smiled.

“It’ll be fine MG, there’s no way that Hope would let Y/n go without an escort, besides it’s the perfect plan,” Lizzie and MG sighed. He knew that this could help you and Hope get together, but he didn’t want to see how embarrassed or mad you would be when you saw that he wasn’t there.

You were standing at the top of the stairs, watching as the couple in front of you walked down. You couldn’t find or seem to see MG anywhere. Their were only a few couples in front of you, so you didn’t have much time. Suddenly, you felt somebody link their arm with yours.

“Thank god MG, I thought-” You stopped when you turned and you were met with Hope instead of MG.

“Not MG, he bailed,” Hope said, “I’m sorry. I told them that I would be your escort instead.” The tribrid gave you a small smile, and you returned it.

“Thank you,” you said, and she nodded.

“Anytime,” she replied. The couple in front of you had gone down and the two of you followed.

“Miss Y/n Saltzman, escorted by Miss Hope Mikaelson,” the woman called out, and the two of you made your way down the stairs. The two of you continued until it was time for the dance. You and Hope began the dance.

“How do you know the dance?” You questioned as you began.

“Lizzie made me watch whenever you all were practicing,” Hope said, “I think she may have been planning this.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her,” you said, causing Hope to nod.

“It seems she keeps getting us into situations together, any specific reason?” Hope asked, and you immediately denied knowing why.

“I have no clue,” you said, but you happened to be a terrible liar, so Hope saw right through you.

“I think you know exactly why,” Hope said, “And don’t bother lying to me, I can tell.”

“Fine,” you said, with a sigh, “I’m sorry, I was just scared to tell you. But, I kind of like you.”

“Wait, so you have a crush on me?” Hope asked.

“Yeah, I do,” you replied, smiling. Hope smiled in response, and soon a voice was heard.

“I am proud to announce that this year’s winner of the Miss Mystic Falls pageant, is Miss Y/n Saltzman!” The lady announced. You smiled, looking around at everybody clapping for you. Suddenly, you were pulled in, and your lips hit Hope’s. Everybody cheered louder when you and Hope kissed. Hope pulled away after a moment, smiling at you.

“Congratulations,” she said, hugging you. She then whispered something in your ear, “By the way, I have a crush on you too.”

A/n: Apologies for my lack of uploads. I have a lot of school work and it’s kind of stressful, I’ll try to upload more soon. So, I hope you all enjoyed this. A few people have been requesting more Hope so I decided that this would be a good imagine to upload. As always, send in requests if you want to and I will get to them eventually. Hope everybody reading this has a good day/night!

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Training With Hope Mikaelson Would Include…

Requested by anon:  Can I request what training with hope would include?

After Alaric brought you into the school, you had wanted to help him fight wheatever threat might be coming to the school

He wanted you to train with Hope because he wanted her to meet people who were actually around her age

Another reason was because she was getting faster and better with what he was teaching, and he didn’t think he could take many more beatings without breaking something

For the first 2 months, Hope would consistently beat your ass and leave without bothering to see if you were okay

Your arms and legs were covered in bruises, but you just sighed and accepted that it was what you signed up for

Through time, Hope became more open to talking to you and asking how you’re doing

When Lizzie asked if you were single or not, this sparked something in Hope and made her unreasonably jealous

Now Hope would stay and patch up anything if needed

Sometimes she would get on top of you while training, and she would hesitate a second before getting off

It wasn’t until you asked her if she was bringing anyone to the upcoming dance that she admitted she wanted to take someone, but didn’t know how to ask

Hope asked you after Lizzie threatened to throw an extravagant party as a way to ask you out

Now Hope kisses you whenever she gets on top during training

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Number 70 with Hope Mikaelson pretty please. I need me some Hope worship.

70 "Show me what the tongue can really do." 

You were no stranger to being in between Hope's legs, it was your favorite past time activity after all. 

The one thing you hadn't tried yet was her sitting on your face. 

She had her qualms about it, mostly it was her being afraid of accidentally hurting you but you assured her you knew what you were doing. 

You had been making out for the last half hour, properly working her up with your hand and she was very wet already. 

After your clothes were gone you laid back against the pillows, letting her position herself above you. 

"You ready?" You asked her, nipping at her thighs. 

"Are you sure? We don't have to-" she started but you cut her off by grabbing her hips and pulling her down to your lips. 

She gasped as your tongue slid through her. 

"My god," she moaned as your tongue moved slowly back and forth. 

"I told you this would be fun," you said pulling away momentarily. 

"Shut up and show me what that tongue can really do," she grunted. 

"Yes ma'am," you smirked, immediately returning to exploring her with your tongue. 

Hope moaned and rode your face as you spent so long pleasuring her. 

She finally climaxed with her clit sucked between your lips and your chin pressing into her, being soaked in her arousal. 

Once her orgasm subsided you licked up the remains of her release giving her a few aftershocks before she climbed off of you and laid on the mattress beside you. 

"That was… Amazing," she said out of breath. 

"So you want to do it again then?" You said hopeful. 

"Oh hell yes," she said kissing you, tasting her on your tongue. 

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Hope Mikaelson + 35 please

35  "No panties? How naughty."

You had Hope sitting on the bathroom counter pressed against the mirror as your hands slid up her skirt with your lips on her neck. 

When you reached your destination you were pleasantly surprised to find you made direct contact. 

"No panties? How naughty," you grinned. 

"Well after all those texts you sent me last night my underwear was ruined," she said pulling you back up to kiss her. 

You flipped her skirt up and undid your pants, freeing your cock. 

"Those pictures were great but it's even better in person," Hope smirks. 

"You locked the door right?" You say pushing your cock inside her. 

Hope moans and looks to the door, chanting out a spell that locks the bathroom. 

She holds onto your shoulders as you start to thrust into her, her head leaning back into the mirror and her eyes shut tight. 

You palmed her chest through her shirt, wishing you could get some clothes off of her but this wasn't the time or place. 

Hope had to kiss you to stop herself from moaning loud enough for the entire hallway to hear. 

Before you could give Hope a well deserved orgasm there was a knocking on the door. 

"Why is this door locked, what's going on in there?" Alaric questioned sternly from the otherside after being told no one could get into the girl's bathroom on the second floor. You and Hope scrambled to get your clothes back together which thanks to Hope's choice to go panty free made it easy for her. 

She muttered another spell and you disappeared. 

She fixed her hair and unlocked the door, opening it up to a glaring Alaric. 

"Sorry Dr Saltzman, I just needed a moment alone," she said opening the door wide enough for you to slip by Alaric without bumping into him and alerting him to another presence. 

You met back up in Hope's room and she made you visible again. 

"Good thinking making me invisible, I don't want detention again for getting caught fooling around," you laughed. 

"Yeah that was close but I want to get back to what we were doing before we were so rudely interrupted," she smiled, leading you to her bed. 

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drunken nights (hope mikaelson x reader)

There’s a soft knock on the door. You finish folding a pair of pants before answering the door to find one Hope Mikaelson on the floor, leaning against the doorframe. Not knowing what was wrong, you quickly drop to Hope’s level.

“Oh my god, Hope! Are you alright?” a look of concern creasing your face.

Hope begins to giggle, “I’ve never felt better.”

The smell of tequila and vodka taints the air as Hope begins to talk.

“Are you drunk?”

“It would appear so.”

You frown, “That doesn’t sound like you.”

Hope stiffens a little. Your face softens, something was up.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” Hope answers firmly.

Hope attempts to stand up, but almost falls over in the process. You step up and catch her before she can hit the floor, Hope letting out a small yelp in the process. Knowing that Alaric could be around any corner, you pull Hope into your room. Trying to bring Hope over to your bed would remain futile because of her constant protest and lack of effort.

“Hope come on,” you huff in frustration as Hope is slumped over your shoulders.

“No. You’re warm,” Hope wraps her arms around your neck a little tighter.

You feel the back of Hope’s knees hit her bed. You let go of her grip on Hope in an attempt to sit her down, but Hope doesn’t let go of her grip on you. The result is you, knees slightly bent with Hope’s arms around you and head buried in your neck.

“Hope, you gotta let go,” you prod.

“No. I’ll never let go,” Hope says.

“Come on, Hope,” you push on but Hope just shakes her head.

You resorts to laying down on top of Hope. You push Hope down on the bed, a little more forcefully than you planned to, causing Hope to let out a little moan. The noise startles you and you shoots up from the bed, fast enough to escape Hope’s grip. Hope isn’t aware of what just happened, but whines in protest at the loss of contact.

You’re still a little worked up on what just happened, so you decides to go get Hope some water, to her dismay.

After you leaves, Hope readjusts herself on the bed to a more comfortable position, but the twin bed didn’t leave a lot of room for that. Hope looks to the side to find a photo of the both of you on your nightstand, your first mission together. Alaric had insisted on bring you along with them to help with the siren issue, much to Hope’s dismay.

“Maybe it’ll help us figure out what Y/N is,” Alaric justifies.

“You, not us,” Hope butts back.

But the two of you worked together surprisingly well. Three bell tolls and two sirens later, you and her had successfully driven them away. You insisted on taking a photo to commemorate the moment, noise reduction headphones and all.

You return with a bottle of water and sets it on the nightstand.

“Well, you can stay here for the night. You can take the bed, I’ll be on the couch. Or if you want I can take you back to your room. We just have to be careful around Professor Saltzman’s office, he was in there when I went to get you the water. Or I don’t know you can stay, if you want. It’s up to you.”

Hope’s hand shoots out and grabs yours stopping you on her tangent. You kneel down beside the bed, not letting go of Hope’s hand. The air felt thick but you couldn’t find the courage within herself to look Hope in the eye. But she couldn’t look away for long before Hope’s finger found her chin and led her face back to face hers.

“Look at me, Y/N,” Hope whispers, the smell of alcohol stinging your nose.

You flicks her eyes to Hope’s, giving her an awkward smile. Hope smiles at the look, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

“What are we?” she asks.

You frown, “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” Hope sighs. “Are we friends?”

“Of course we are.” you falter a bit, “right?”

Hope laughs, “Yeah, yeah we are.”

“Friends,” you repeat to yourself. The word sits in the room with them for a bit. It settles. You reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Hope’s ear. Friends, the word rings in your ears. Hope touches your hand. Friends. The smell of alcohol gets closer each passing second. Friends. Your foreheads touch. Friends. You feel Hopes breath on her lips. Friends. Your lips graze and the door swings open.

“Yo, Y/N,” Penelope Park stops in her tracks when she realizes what she just intruded on.

“Shit,” she backs out, “sorry!”

You look back to Hope who looked pale.

“Woah, hey you okay?” you place an arm on her shoulder.

Hope gives you an apologetic look before grabbing the gym bag on the floor next to you and giving out to all the alcohol she’d drank. You don’t hesitate to get up and hold back Hope’s hair. Your gym bag was an afterthought to what you were currently thinking about. And all you were thinking about was Hope Mikaelson.

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Shuffle//heartz

Josie Saltzman x Male Reader Morningstar x Hope Mikaelson

Summary- Josie and Hope want to meet Reader’s family.

Trixie called you on facetime and you picked up.

”Hi, monkey!” You cheerfully said.

But she isn't happy.

”I’m mad at you Y/N Morningstar” Trixie pouts.

”Why, are you angry with me?” You asked.

”You didn't come for my birthday,” Trixie said.

”Oh!” You said and your eyes opened wide.

You go to Salvatore Boarding and your family lives in California. This year you forgot Trixie’s birthday and she is angry. She doesn't like it when you forget her birthday and you feel bad.

”Trixie I'm really sorry-”

Trixie hangs up and you sighed.

”I messed up big time,” You said to yourself.

Josie and Hope walked towards and they noticed you are not happy.

”Y/N, what happened,” Josie said.

”I forgot to go home last week for my little sister’s birthday. Now she is angry with me,” You said.

”Oh. What are you going to do?” Josie asked.

”I don't know really. I don't like it that she is angry with me” You said.

You have told them that your father married Chole and Trixie is your step-sister. But you left out a huge part, you never told them that your father is the devil.

”Let’s go surprise your step-sister and she won't be angry with you anymore. I think it's time we met your family, Y/N” Josie said.

”She is right. We have been dating for a while and we are ready for the next step” Hope said.

You start to stutter.

”Okay?” You said unsure.

”Y/N are you ashamed of us? You met our family and we can't meet your family?” Hope said.

”It’s not that. If you meet them then you and Josie will look at me differently, I don't want that to change” You said.

”Y/N, that won't happen we won't look at you differently. You didn't see us different and we went through a lot, yet you are still dating us” Hope said.

”I’m sorry and you are right. Okay, I want my girlfriends to meet my family” You said with a smile.

”Good. Now we can go pack” Josie said.

Josie kissed you and Hope kissed your cheek.

---

Everyone in the school knows that you are Josie and Hope’s boyfriend. You have powers like your father and you can use magic. You didn't tell your family that you are coming home or your girlfriends are coming. You want everything to be a surprise, especially for Trixie.

Josie did help you pack then you two helped Hope pack. You are feeling a little nervous, about them finding out about your father is the devil.

”Are you okay, babe?” Hope asked.

”Yeah, I'm okay. Just nervous you will meet my family” You said.

”It will be fine. But you think they will like us?” Hope said.

”I know they will like you and Josie,” You said.

”We hope so. We should buy gifts for your sister, to show her that you feel bad for missing her birthday” Josie said.

”Good idea, babe,” You said.

”What does she like?” Hope asked.

”She likes, animals, aliens, and outer space stuff. She said that she wants to be the first President of Mars and a zookeeper” You said.

”That is so adorable,” Josie said.

”It really is adorable,” Hope said.

You smile at them.

✯ ✵ ✧ ✫

You, Hope, and Josie finally arrived in California. Before going home, you go to a toy store to buy toys for Trixie much later went to buy a double fudge chocolate cake.

”Y/N, ready?” Josie asked.

You nod.

”Feeling little nervous but let's do it,” You said.

Hope starts to rub your back.

”It will be fine and she will forgive you,” Hope said.

”Okay,” You said.

You take in a deep breath and you knock on the door.

Your father Lucifer opened the door, he is happy to see you. He would hug you but you are holding the cake.

”Y/N, you came! Now, this is a surprise” Lucifer said.

”Hi dad-”

”And who are these young ladies?” Lucifer asked.

”That is Hope Mikaelson and Josie Saltzman, they are... My... There are my girlfriends” You said.

”Girlfriends? Wow, wait until Maze and Amenadiel find out. Ladies, my name is Lucifer. Mikaelson and Saltzman, do sound familiar” Lucifer said.

”My parents are Alaric Saltzman and Caroline Forbes,” Josie said.

”And your father must be Niklaus Mikaelson,” Lucifer said.

”Yeah, he is my father,” Hope said.

”I like him, I did have a good time with him. Alaric and Caroline did try to kill me once or twice but I'm passed that. Come in, so I can hug my son” Lucifer said.

Josie felt a little awkward that her parents tried to kill Lucifer. Once inside the house, everyone hugged you tight. Maze and Amenadiel gave you high five for having two girlfriends.

---

You are alone in the bedroom with Hope and Josie, kissing them. Trixie runs in the bedroom, she plays with the light switch. Josie and Hope moved away from you.

”Who are they?” Trixie asked.

”My girlfriends Hope and Josie. I'm sorry I forgot to come for your birthday. I'm here now and I want to make it up to you” You said.

”You have two girlfriends?” Trixie asked in disbelief.

You were going to say something but Chole called you from the kitchen.

”I will be right back,” You said.

You left the bedroom.

”Y/N has told us about you” Hope said.

”Do you really like my brother or are you using him?” Trixie asked.

Hope and Josie are taken back what Trixie asked.

”We really like your brother and we are not using him,” Josie said.

“Okay I believe you... for now,” Trixie said.

Trixie does the “I got my eyes on you” gesture and then as you walk in is all sweet looking.

“Sorry about that. I hope Trixie was well behaved...” You said then looked at Trixie said.

Trixie totally looks offended. “How dare you think I’m not an angel”

Hope and Josie couldn't help to laugh.

”You’re a sneaky angel,” You said.

She stuck out her tongue at you and you do the same.

--

You did apologize to Trixie again. She did smile of the cake and gifts you got for her, she jumped on you and she is hugging you every tight.

”Trixie will have cake later, she hasn't had dinner yet,” Chole said.

”Not even a little piece?” Trixie asked.

”No,” Chole said.

Chile left the kitchen.

” Let's eat it,” Trixie said.

”Yeah” You smiled.

You and Trixie start to eat the cake. Hope and Josie caught you and Trixie eating cake.

”You know your father never had two girlfriends. Are you treating them right?” Maze said.

”It’s good to see you Maze,” You said.

She hugged you and you introduced her to Josie and Hope.

✯ ✵ ✧ ✫

Later, Lucifer spends time with Amenadiel and his son Charlie. Lucifer showed his true self and he is trying to make Charlie laugh and it did work.

Hope and Josie saw Lucifer in his true form.

”Leave the baby alone!” Hope yelled.

Josie and Hope start to use a magic spell to attack Lucifer.

”Don’t attack!” You yelled.

You stand in front of your father and Charlie, the magic they used it did hurt you. And you're bleeding from your nose and mouth.

”He is my father-”

”Why does he look like that?” Josie asked.

”He is-”

”I am the devil and I was trying to make my nephew laugh,” Lucifer said.

”Why you didn't tell us, Y/N?” Hope asked.

”I don't know,” You said.

”We told you everything about us, we didn't hide anything from you” Hope said.

Hope walked away.

”She is right, Y/N,” Josie said.

Josie went after Hope.

Your father goes back to his human form.

”Son, why you didn't tell them,” Lucifer said.

”I was scared, Josie and Hope would think I'm a monster. I didn't want them to look at me differently and I was scared of how they will react to it” You said.

Lucifer did hug you.

---

You are alone in your bedroom. Trixie walks in and she sits next to you.

”Where are Hope and Josie,” Trixie said.

”They are mad at me,” You said.

”Why?” Trixie asked.

”I didn't tell them, about my demon form and dad being the king of hell,” You said.

”They are nice and pretty. You should have told them. Say sorry to them and they will forgive you” Trixie said.

”You are smart for your age,” You said.

”I asked mom if I can go to your school and she will think about it. I want to learn magic” Trixie said.

”If you come then we can be roommates,” You said.

”I want to be roommates with Hope and Josie, not you,” Trixie said.

”Ouch,” You said.

You and Trixie laughed. Later, you play games with Trixie and she is having fun with you.

---

You haven't spoken to Hope and Josie in a couple of days. You thought to give then space and you didn't know what to say to them. They are showing their magic to Trixie and she loves it.

”I’m sorry I lied. I was just scared and I didn't know how to say it” You said.

”Y/N, you should have tried to tell us” Hope said.

”Can you and Josie forgive me?” You asked.

”Will, you ever show us your form?” Hope said.

”If you want,” You said.

”We can try. But you have to do a lot to make it up to us” Josie said.

”Anything,” You said.

”Hope and Josie said I can be their roommate,” Trixie said.

You just smiled.

”Yeah, we like her more than you” Josie joked.

Everyone laughed.

”I like having my own room,” You said.

You and your girlfriends spend the day playing with Trixie.

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Imagine: Being Hopes Cousin Who Flipped Her Humanity Switch And Hope Try’s To Bring You Back.

“Y/N, after everything we’ve been through you can’t just give up on me.” Hope told you. After a painful loss, you flipped your switch. You didn’t want to feel the pain and guilt that with the grief you were experiencing. “Please, this isn’t you. Come back to me. I can’t lose you too.” Hope couldn’t lose you. Never you. After losing her mother, her father and your father Elijah, she couldn’t handle losing someone that close to her again. You made a vow to one another. Always and forever. She was taught that you can’t abandon your family. She wasn’t going to leave you.

Laughing, you let go of the poor man who you had just fed from. You had drank every last drop of his blood. “You’re pathetic, Hope. You really think that you can convince me to turn my switch back on?”

Hope took a few steps towards you, nodding. “I do. We’re family. Always and forever. We made a vow to never give up on each other after we lost our fathers. Family doesn’t give up on one another. One way or another, I’m going to bring my Y/N back.”

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One Long Ride

Hope x Male reader

Genre: Honestly this is just a crack fic

Summary: This is kind of based on the road trip in 1x12. Reader is the older brother of the Saltzman twins and to keep up with the mess that is the car ride, Hope dumped him 2 weeks ago 

You were in the back seat of the van when Hope sat down next to you.

“Don’t flatter yourself. It was either here or next to Lizzie.” She said.

“Wasn’t even going to.” You replied, glancing at her. It had only been just about two weeks since you guys broke up and things were still tense.

“Ugh,” Lizzie groaned as she looked behind her. “Just so you know, if you two end up fucking back there, I’m going to puke.”

“What?” Your Dad said, over hearing what was said.

“Nothing’s going on! Lizzie is just being a little shit.” You said kicking the back of your sister’s seat during the last part.

“Hey! Watch your language.”

“But she literally just said—”

“I said language, Y/N.”

You turned to Kaleb. “Come on, dude. Please?”

“Sorry, man. No way I’m giving up shotgun.” He shook his head.

You let out an irritated sigh and you leaned back. “This is going to be one long ride.”

You were right for the most part, especially with Lizzie asking if you guys finally arrived every ten minutes. But she made up for it every time she turned around to punch Hope in the shoulder, then again, every time you laughed at her and she hit you. “You know, all little help would be nice here, Jo. Are you seriously going to leave me to deal with these two all by myself?”

“Hm? Y/N, you know I get car sick if I don’t listen to music. Sorry.”

It was another long while after that too, between your sister whining and the other throwing up on top your father’s lame attempt to this ride enjoyable. Plus you had to be right beside your ex who, no that long ago, crushed your heart. Eventually things died down a little. Hope began to doze off a little and you felt her head resting on you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at her. “You can’t use me as you personal pillow anymore. You lost those privileges when you dumped me, remember?”

She lifted her head back up, not realizing what she was doing. “Sorry.”

You decided to look out the window before turning back to her. “Is it Lizzie’s fault?” You asked.

“What? No.”

“Okay, cool.” You nodded before turning back to her a second later. “Was the sex that bad?”

“Are you serious, right now?” Hope asked before realizing that you were looking actually looking for an answer. “No. Alright? It was… Great…”

“Ew!” Lizzie made an exaggerated gagging sound. “Can you not talk about your guys sex life?”

“What the hell is going on back there?” Your dad, looking at you guys with the mirror.

“Nothing!” You said. “Lizzie, quit eavesdropping.”

“Trust me, I do not want to have the image of my brother having sex with Hope engraved in my head, but incase you haven’t noticed, we’re all stuck in the same car together.” She said.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you have to broadcast it even more.”

“Then don’t talk about it in public—”

“Oh my god,” Hope said. “Dr. Saltzman, please tell me we’re there.”

“Yes!” He said, finally bringing the vehicle to a full stop.

“Thank god,” You all murmured and jumped up to get out.

Tags: @punkzaritomaz

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Being Tyler Lockwood’s Long Lost Little Sister and Dating Hope Would Include...

Requested by anon: Being Tyler Lockwoods long lost little sister and dating Hope would include

You didn’t realize you had a brother until Tyler showed up at the place you lived in

Once you learned about your family history, it seemed like everything finally made sense and fell into place

You had activated your werewolf curse a few months ago, and he taught you how to control your abilities when the full moon came around

Going to Mystic Falls and meeting with Alaric Saltzman

He wanted to see if you were interested in going to the Salvatore School, and you immediately said yes

When you got to the school, you noticed Hope but didn’t really get to talk to her

It was only when you helped the school take down a monster that you came up on Hope’s radar

Hope had never felt that she was ready for love until she met you

She will help train you so that you can control when you turn and it won’t be as painful

Lots of making out in the hallways at school

When Tyler came to visit you, he noticed that you looked much better

“It’s all thanks to my girlfriend, Hope.”

You can’t help but be grateful that Tyler found you because now you’re not only in full control of your powers, you have an amazing girlfriend

Hope will go on werewolf runs with you during a full moon

Going out on early morning feasts with Hope because both of you are constantly hungry

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Can you make a list of headcannons about being a hyperactive goofball and dating Hope please?

· you have so much energy Hope doesn't know what to do with you

· she loves that you bring out a more sillier side of her

· but sometimes she's exhausted and can't keep up

· like she just wants a nap but you are bouncing off the walls 

· her go to activity together is training because it's a win win for both of you, you get out energy and she gets to train

· when it's still not enough you go for a run around the lake

· she loves that you make her laugh

· when she's having a bad day she knows you can make her feel better

· studying isn't easy because you always get distracted 

· but Hope uses kisses for every right answer to keep you concentrated 

· she thinks it's cute when you ramble 

· she tries her best to follow all your current obsessions 

· she always has to keep an eye on you during demon tracking missions cause you have a knack for wandering off 

· a lot of girls at school take your goofiness as flirting 

· which can make Hope jealous 

· but you constantly remind she's the only one you want