• elijah’s protectiveness would skyrocket the moment he learns you’re pregnant. he’d constantly worry about your well-being, ensuring you’re safe and comfortable at all times. he has every supernatural precaution in place to protect both you and the baby.
• he becomes even more attentive, catering to your every need. he’s the type to anticipate your cravings before you even mention them.
• elijah would dive into researching everything about pregnancy, from ancient texts to modern-day advice, to ensure he’s fully prepared. he’d want to be informed about every possible scenario, just so he can be the best support system for you.
• his calm and composed nature would be a grounding force for you during the emotional highs and lows of pregnancy. elijah would always be there to soothe your worries, offering words of comfort and reassurance.
• elijah is incredibly affectionate with you and the baby, always placing gentle kisses on your belly and speaking softly to the baby. he loves feeling the baby kick and would often rest his hand on your stomach, finding peace in the connection with his unborn child.
• he is meticulous about ensuring you eat well and stay healthy. elijah even prepares meals himself, filled with all the nutrients you and the baby need. he encourages you to rest often, insisting on taking care of everything else so you can focus on your well-being.
• elijah is incredibly understanding of the emotional rollercoaster that comes with pregnancy. he listens to you patiently, whether you’re venting about something minor or sharing your deepest fears about motherhood. he always knows exactly what to say to make you feel better.
• despite the changes that come with pregnancy, elijah would go out of his way to keep the romance alive. candlelit dinners, slow dances, and thoughtful gifts would be his way of showing you that he’s still as madly in love with you as ever.
• elijah would be excited to plan for the future, discussing names, nurseries, and what kind of life he envisions for your family. he’d take great care in ensuring that your home is ready for the baby, overseeing every detail to make sure it’s perfect.
• elijah’s already intense protectiveness would amplify tenfold when your child is finally born. he’d ensure that no harm ever came near them, even if it meant going to extreme lengths to secure their safety.
• he is a gentle and caring father. he’d want to be someone his child could look up to, not just as a strong leader, but as someone who is compassionate and just.
• he’d take pride in passing down mikaelson family traditions, teaching your child about their rich history. despite the dark aspects of their lineage, elijah would focus on instilling a sense of honor and the importance of family loyalty.
• he would be very involved in your child’s education, wanting them to be well-read and knowledgeable. he’d share his vast knowledge of history, art, and culture, encouraging a love of learning and a deep appreciation for the world.
• while elijah has high expectations, he’d approach fatherhood with a gentle hand, guiding your child with patience and understanding. he’d encourage them to think for themselves and make their own decisions, always offering wisdom when needed.
• elijah would treasure the small, everyday moments with your child— reading to them before bed, watching them play, or simply holding them close. these quiet moments would be his escape from the chaos of his immortal life.
• he’d be very conscious of the example he sets, striving to be the epitome of integrity, grace, and honor. elijah would want your child to grow up seeing him not just as an original vampire, but as a man of principle and honor.
Requested by anon: Hiii I hope it's cool to request in dating headcanons for hope mikaelson x fem reader where reader is like a demon/succubus kind of like jennifer's body vibes if you've seen the movie and know what I'm on about like similar powers/ abilities and even tho demons are well... demons and should be killed someway hope starts to date demon!r instead and shes like her demon gf with reader having a powerful & pretty tribrid gf <3 and basically everyone is cool with it and r ends up going to the boarding school and helps out a lot :))
Sorry this was long but I wanted to explain my best and it would be so cool to see this type of dynamic like they're both powerful & sexy tbh
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The Salvatore School had seen its fair share of supernatural oddities. From vampires and witches to werewolves and even a phoenix, the walls of the boarding school had heard secrets that could make even the bravest of humans tremble. But when Hope Mikaelson brought her new girlfriend to meet the squad, it was clear they were in for something entirely new.
You stepped through the gates of the Salvatore School, your boots crunching against the gravel. The air was rich with magic, and you could feel it humming beneath your skin like an electric current. The supernatural aura of the place didn’t faze you—if anything, it felt like home. Then again, being a succubus with a penchant for chaos meant you could fit in just about anywhere, especially a school filled with misfits.
Beside you, Hope reached for your hand, her touch grounding you. "Nervous?" she asked, her voice soft but edged with amusement.
You smirked, tossing your hair over your shoulder. "Me? Nervous? Please, Mikaelson. I’m a literal demon. Your little band of witches and wolves isn’t exactly intimidating."
Hope rolled her eyes but grinned anyway. "Just try to be nice, okay? They’re... protective."
"Of you?" you teased, squeezing her hand. "That’s cute. But I’m the last person they need to protect you from, Hope."
You weren’t wrong. Hope Mikaelson, the tribrid—a mix of vampire, witch, and werewolf—was arguably the most powerful supernatural being alive. She didn’t need anyone’s protection. Still, you understood the sentiment. The Salvatore School was her family, and you were the outsider. It wasn’t unusual for people to distrust you—a succubus with a sharp tongue and a history of making mortals your playthings wasn’t exactly the kind of person most would bring home to meet their friends. But Hope wasn’t most people.
As you entered the main hall, all eyes turned to you. A group of students stood clustered near the staircase, their conversation halting as you and Hope approached. Among them, you recognized a few familiar faces from Hope’s stories: MG, Kaleb, Lizzie, and Josie. Their expressions ranged from curiosity to outright suspicion.
"So this is the famous girlfriend," Lizzie said, crossing her arms as she looked you up and down. Her blue eyes sparkled with interest. "I’ll admit, I was expecting someone... less gorgeous."
"I’ll take that as a compliment," you replied smoothly, flashing a grin that showed just a hint of your fangs.
Josie nudged Lizzie, shooting her a warning look. "Be nice," she murmured before turning to you with a kind smile. "It’s nice to meet you. Hope’s told us a lot about you."
"All good things, I hope," you said, though your tone made it clear you weren’t too concerned either way.
MG and Kaleb exchanged glances. Kaleb was the first to step forward, his expression cautious but not unfriendly. "So, uh, you’re a succubus?"
You tilted your head, enjoying the way his unease radiated off him like heat. "That’s right. Don’t worry, though. I’m not here to steal your soul or anything. Hope’s the only one I’m interested in."
Hope sighed, clearly exasperated but also amused. "Okay, that’s enough. Let’s not scare my friends more than necessary."
You laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Fine, fine. I’ll play nice."
Lizzie raised an eyebrow. "So, what do you do? Besides, you know, the whole soul-sucking thing."
"I have other talents," you said cryptically. "But lately, I’ve been helping Hope out. Turns out, being a demon has its perks when it comes to dealing with supernatural threats."
MG perked up at that. "Wait, you’re helping her? Like, fighting monsters?"
You nodded. "More or less. Hope’s pretty badass on her own, but sometimes she likes having backup. And I’m always happy to oblige."
Kaleb whistled low. "Damn. A demon and a tribrid teaming up? That’s gotta be one hell of a duo."
"You have no idea," Hope said, her voice filled with pride.
Over the next few weeks, you quickly became a fixture at the Salvatore School. Despite the initial skepticism, the students warmed up to you. Your sharp wit and unapologetic confidence won over even the most hesitant of them, and your abilities proved invaluable in the field. Whether it was taking down a rogue vampire or banishing a particularly nasty spirit, you and Hope made an unstoppable team.
One afternoon, you found yourself in the library with Josie and Lizzie. The twins were studying for an upcoming test, and you were lounging on one of the couches, flipping through an old grimoire you’d borrowed.
"So, how did you and Hope meet?" Josie asked, glancing up from her notes.
You smirked, closing the book and leaning back against the cushions. "We crossed paths during a hunt. Some idiot tried summoning a demon and bit off more than they could chew. I showed up to clean up the mess, and Hope was already there."
Lizzie raised an eyebrow. "And you just... hit it off?"
"Not exactly," you admitted. "She tried to banish me at first. Thought I was part of the problem."
Josie’s eyes widened. "What happened?"
"I convinced her otherwise," you said with a wink. "Let’s just say she was impressed by my... skills."
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Gross."
Josie hid a smile behind her hand. "It’s kind of sweet, though. In a weird, supernatural way."
You shrugged, your expression softening. "Hope’s something else. I’ve seen a lot in my time, but she’s one of a kind."
The more time you spent at the school, the more you found yourself becoming part of its strange, dysfunctional family. You helped out during training sessions, sparred with the werewolves, and even assisted the witches with their spellwork. Your unique perspective and abilities made you an asset, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you belonged.
Of course, being with Hope was the best part. The two of you were inseparable, and your bond only grew stronger with each passing day. Whether you were battling monsters or sharing quiet moments in her room, you knew you’d found something special.
Despite the smooth integration into the school, there were still moments of tension—usually when a particularly stubborn student or teacher questioned Hope’s judgment about you. One such moment occurred during a meeting with Alaric Saltzman, the headmaster of the Salvatore School. Though he’d always been fair and kind to you, there was an unmistakable wariness in his eyes.
"You’ve done a lot to help the school," he admitted, leaning back in his chair as he regarded you. "But I can’t ignore what you are. A succubus isn’t exactly... conventional."
You tilted your head, meeting his gaze without flinching. "And a tribrid isn’t exactly common either, yet here we are."
Hope’s lips twitched, but she stayed silent, letting you handle the conversation.
Alaric sighed. "Fair point. But I have to consider the safety of the students. Can I trust you not to... indulge your nature?"
You smirked, leaning forward slightly. "If I wanted to cause chaos, I wouldn’t be sitting here having this conversation. I’m here because I want to be—because Hope asked me to stay. And believe it or not, I’m pretty good at controlling myself."
Alaric studied you for a long moment before nodding. "Alright. But if there’s even a hint of trouble..."
"You’ll be the first to know," you promised.
As the weeks turned into months, your presence at the Salvatore School became less of a novelty and more of a norm. You’d even developed a routine: mornings spent sparring with the werewolves, afternoons assisting the witches with advanced spellwork, and evenings helping Hope strategize for upcoming missions.
One day, during a particularly chaotic training session, Lizzie approached you with an uncharacteristic hesitance. "Hey. Can I ask you something?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you ask permission to speak?"
She huffed. "I’m trying to be nice, okay? Don’t make me regret it."
You chuckled, gesturing for her to continue.
Lizzie hesitated before blurting out, "What’s it like? Being a succubus, I mean. Is it... hard?"
The question caught you off guard, but you answered honestly. "It has its moments. Temptation is always there, lurking in the back of my mind. But I’ve learned to manage it. And honestly, being around people like Hope helps."
Lizzie frowned. "How so?"
"She grounds me," you said simply. "When I’m with her, I don’t feel like I have to be anything other than myself. It’s... freeing."
Lizzie nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "I guess that makes sense."
"Why the sudden interest?" you asked, tilting your head.
She shrugged. "Just curious. You’re different from anyone we’ve ever had here, and I wanted to understand."
You smiled, genuinely touched. "Well, if you ever have more questions, you know where to find me."
Your relationship with Hope continued to flourish, and with it, your connection to the Salvatore School grew stronger. You’d found a place where you could be yourself, where your abilities were valued, and where you were surrounded by people who cared about you
One evening, as you and Hope sat on the roof of the school, watching the stars, she turned to you with a thoughtful expression.
"You’ve changed things here," she said softly. "For me. For everyone."
You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "In a good way, I hope."
She laughed, the sound light and musical. "Definitely in a good way. You’ve made my world brighter."
You reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "And you’ve made mine more... stable. In the best way."
She leaned into your touch, her eyes shining with emotion. "I’m glad you’re here."
"Me too," you whispered, pulling her into a kiss. In that moment, under the vast expanse of the night sky, you knew you’d found your home—not just at the Salvatore School, but with Hope.
And through it all, Hope was by your side, her unwavering support and love reminding you that even a demon like you could find redemption—and happiness—in the most unexpected of places. And for a demon like you, that was nothing short of a miracle.
Warnings/Notes: Omegaverse au, Alpha!Hope, Omega!Reader, Fluff, purring and rumbling mentioned.
A/n: Saw a reel about this and i just HAD to write about it
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You had gotten the idea from Instagram, a reel about some girl drawing on her boyfriend’s back. A cute idea you thought to yourselves as your eyes drifted to the other side of the room where hope was dozing on her bed. Perfect.
With a hum you slid of the end of your own bed and made your way over to hers, you attempted to be quiet, but her hearing was so perfect her eyes already began to open as she sat up her gaze questioning.
“What are you doing?” She mumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she pulls her mouth into a cute pout before she reaches for you. A whine escaping her when you evade her grip easily and instead move back out of her reach.
You couldn’t help it; she looked so cute right now. The sun hitting her bare frame perfectly, her hair cascading down her shoulders. The personification of beauty.
“Let me try something?” You whisper tucking a pierce of hair behind her ear and softly pressing your lips to her own. “Please, my love?” You mumble against them, and she nods through her confusion trusting you completely.
You grin then instructing her to lay on her front, moving to grab a brown marker that matched her crescent moon mark perfectly.
“Lay on your front.” You order and she does so though you sense her hesitation, clearly trying to find out why you wanted her to do this. She simply huffs as she waits to find out, her face laying gently on the pillow as you tug the covers low enough to have access to her back.
A soft kiss to it is all that’s needed to calm her, her whole body relaxing as you softly caress her bare back placing a few kisses here and there. Her body shaking slightly at the low rumble she lets out with contentment.
“I’m gonna draw on you baby, that okay?” You ask softly kissing between her shoulder blades between your words and she nods letting out a small chuckle.
“That’s what you want to try?” She muses, and you roll your eyes at the smug cockiness in her voice. “What are you going to write Babygirl? Your name? Want people to know I’m yours that bad huh?”
Her teasing only makes you roll your eyes and nip at her shoulder, “No. If I wanted to show everyone, you’re mine I would just mark you” you give her shoulder another harsh nip to prove your point. “O-okay” She breathes. And you smirk always so pleased with how well you can affect her.
You decide to be merciful, uncapping the pen and beginning to doodle patterns across her back, humming to yourself as your focus the swirls and shapes around her birth mark. One of your hands on her hip rubbing soft soothing circles into it to keep her still and calm while you draw.
“Nearly done my love, then you can see it” you whisper placing a kiss to the back of her neck and she lets out a sleepy and content hum. Barely opening her eyes as she mumbles for you to keep going, clearly enjoying the feeling of the marker on her skin.
With a few more added details you pull the pen away and cap it, admiring your work as it dries. You smile softly down at hope, her body so limp and relaxed under you. Her eyes shut as she fades in and out of sleep once more. You internally coo and hug softly climb in with her, hugging her back and placing a few kisses to it before pulling up the covers and falling asleep against her. Your soft purr mixing in with her rumbles, the room filled with your sounds of bliss.
It was a few hours later when hope woke up, gently turning over to see you still deep in sleep she smiles at you softly. Placing a sweet kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed, her curiosity peaked at what you had drawn earlier.
She walks to the mirror and turns her head to see, her heart melting when she sees the delicate patterns adorning her back and shoulders flowing to her lower back. The delicate lines and the way it matched so perfectly with her birthmark making her feel so loved by you.
She tiptoes back over to you, slipping back under her sheets. Her face softens even more as your body moves to curl against her, still fast asleep as you nestle yourself in her strong safe arms.
warnings: smut 18+! wrote most of this late at night (sorry if there are nonsense sentences) reader and hope drink a teeny bit (but are both of legal drinking age) <3
"truth or dare?"
hope erupts into laughter. she's sure y/n wasn't actually asking her to play a sleepover game invented by twelve year olds.
then again, y/n had suggested crazier things after a drink or two.
playing a party game on the floor of hope's bedroom was tame.
"i'm serious," y/n insists, before inadvertently starting to giggle alongside hope. "which one?"
"truth, i guess, i don't trust you to give me a dare," hope had to get on y/n's nerves a bit, considering she was the reason they were playing this immature game in the first place.
y/n feigns offense, bringing her hand to her chest in exaggerated shock. "you don't trust me?"
"not with this. now, what do you wanna hear the truth about?" hope quips, taking a sip of her beverage.
"how can i make this as scandalous as possible?"
"so i can't trust you with truths either?"
y/n can't help but laugh at hope once again, and before they know it, they're both laughing until they're out of breath.
"so, have you ever faked an orgasm?"
hope practically chokes on air, taken aback by the forward nature of y/n's question.
y/n continues to laugh. "sorry, too forward?"
"i mean, it's truth or dare. might as well make it interesting. yeah, i have."
"no way." y/n stares at hope with a doubtful look in her face.
"i honestly don't think i've ever... not faked one."
"what? you've never...?"
"i mean, i have by myself. never with anyone else."
y/n couldn't believe the conversation she was having with hope. they had always been close, but not quite this close.
hope hides her face behind her hands. "don't look at me like that!"
"that's just... pathetic," y/n laughs before finishing her sentence. "people still can't make a girl cum."
hope's breath hitches at the vulgarity of the conversation. she'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the tension.
"well, they otherwise were winners i suppose."
hope's attempt to defend her taste in partners fails miserably, with y/n stifling a laugh.
"what, like you could do better?" hope interjects smugly, crossing her arms dramatically across her chest.
"i bet i could."
hope is sure y/n is joking. they had shared many laughs throughout the night.
but y/n is looking at her in a way that tells her she's dead serious.
and before she knows it, she's leaning into y/n, pulling her lips into her own.
y/n is swift at lifting hope off the floor and into her lap, hands firm on her thighs.
hope's hips inadvertently rock back and forth, gasps escaping under her breath.
y/n flips them over, hovering over hope laying on her back.
"strip," she mutters, with a sudden confidence.
hope is quick to oblige, shuffling out of her outfit in record time.
"you're perfect," y/n lowly mumbles. "spread your legs."
hope almost whines at her command before following it.
y/n rests her head between hope's legs, lightly kissing her thighs.
hope had never experienced so much care in this type of situation - or been so filled with need.
"my god y/n just hurry up- oh,"
hope's complaint is interrupted by y/n's tongue on her aching clit, her hands pushing her thighs further apart.
she whines when y/n pulls away, a smirk plastered on her face.
"already fucking you better than the others, huh?" she taunts, inches away from hope's pussy.
hope pulls her back in by the hair. "keep doing that. we have a goal here, don't we?"
"touché," y/n mutters before sucking hope's clit into her mouth.
"fuck, y/n. just like that."
motivated by hope's praise, y/n is unrelenting. she didn't intend to go easy on her.
"you're so good at that," hope mewls, running her fingers through y/n's hair.
hope presses her legs together, the sight of y/n between them making her moan.
she rocks her hips back and forth, letting y/n's tongue roll over her in a way that nearly sends her over the edge.
"i'm, i'm close, so close," she manages to growl, her back arching into y/n. "please don't stop, you're gonna make me cum."
hope is blabbering the words out, her brain only able to focus on the feeling.
y/n makes eye contact with hope, looking deeply at her with an expression of pure desire, throwing her over the edge.
hope lets out a raspy moan, her vision briefly going black. she swears she's on another planet by the time her body finally relaxes.
y/n smirks up at hope. "i won the bet."
"that you did," she responds, still out of breath.
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