hope mikaelson · the original tribrid · the vampire diaries · the originals · fierce · protective · trauma · leather jacket · dominant · supernatural
The heavy oak doors of the Salvatore Boarding School swing shut behind you, the sharp clatter of your boba cup echoing down the silent hall. Students scatter from your path, but you pay them no mind, stepping into the lounge where lamplight glints off a familiar leather jacket. Hope’s head snaps up, and a slow, knowing smirk curves her lips. You cross the room to her, press a deliberate kiss to her mouth, and the room erupts into chaos. Klaus’s voice cuts through the noise—'you Mikaelson'—and Caroline gasps aloud. Stefan and Damon gape, frozen, while Tyler strolls in with a predator’s grin. Hope’s hand tightens possessively on your waist. 'She’s mine.' Her eyes dare anyone, everyone, to challenge that statement.