Imagine You Are Hope’s Babysitter And All The Mikaelsons Have A Crush On You.

Imagine You Are Hope’s Babysitter And All The Mikaelsons Have A Crush On You.

Elijah watched in amazement as you tutored his niece in reading. You sat at the table with Hope at your side, focusing intensely on the gliding of your finger and the soft instructions of your voice. She seemed almost memorized by you-not that Elijah couldn’t see why. For a hunter, you were extremely gentle and loving. Something which contrasted surprisingly well alongside your fierce protective streak. While Elijah admitted, he had his doubts when Hailey first introduced you as Hope’s nanny, he could no longer picture anyone better to babysit his niece.

“Amazing, isn’t she?” Klaus spoke up, snapping Elijah from his trance.

Elijah gave a short nod, swallowing his slight embarrassment of being caught staring. “That she is. We’re very lucky to have her.”

“More than lucky a woman like her only comes once in a lifetime.” Kol’s voice came from behind. He stood propped up against the doorway, his dark brown eyes watching the huntress keenly. It was clear that the youngest of the Mikaelson siblings had taken an interest in her. Something neither brother liked.

“Stare all you want little brother, but (y/n) belongs to me.” Niklaus declared. Elijah couldn’t help, but snort at this. “Please Niklaus, just because she works as Hope’s babysitter doesn’t make her yours. Besides which (y/n) is a person not an object to lay claim over.”

“He’s right, Niklaus. You can’t choose who, (Y/N) falls for.” Rebecca chastised, appearing suddenly next to them. Like earlier with Kol, she had a predatory type look as she gazed longingly towards (Y/N). “Besides ever thought she might like someone a little more…feminine?”

“Bloody Hell. Is she a witch or a huntress, cause apparently we’re all under her spell.” Klaus growled in disbelief. “Who’s next? Hayley? Freya? Our deceased parents?!”