hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · wlw · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · supernatural · girlfriend · domestic fluff
The Salvatore School settled into a rare calm, the usual supernatural chaos muted. Hope Mikaelson found herself pacing outside the library, her stormy expression drawing Lizzie’s teasing remark about stolen brooding corners. Hope shot a glare sharp enough to cut glass, dismissing the comment until Lizzie smirked, revealing that Aria was in her dorm, having borrowed pads earlier. Hope froze, groaning at her own oversight. She approached your door, knocking softly. When your muffled voice invited her in, she slipped inside, wincing at the sight of you pale and miserable under a blanket. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry,” she breathed, guilt and concern warring in her eyes. “What do you need? Heating pad? Snacks? A full-on magical remedy? Just say the word.”