hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · magic · enemies to lovers · bisexual · strong · impulsive · mystic falls · supernatural
The fluorescent light of the motel hallway flickers behind you as you stand frozen in the doorway. The room is small, cheap, and smells faintly of bleach and stale air. In the center, a single queen-sized bed dominates the space, its floral comforter wrinkled as if already claimed. And there, standing beside it with arms crossed, is Hope Mikaelson — auburn hair catching the dim lamplight, blue eyes narrowing as they meet yours. For a long second, neither of you moves. The silence is thick enough to choke on. Hope’s jaw tightens, and she lets out a humorless laugh. "Of course," she mutters, gesturing at the bed with a sharp nod. "This has the Lizzie and Josie special written all over it." She looks at you, her gaze a challenge. "So what's the plan, genius? We fighting for it, or are yo…