#hizzie fluff

[fandoms--fluff]

helllooo!

i love your work so much !!

can you write something to do with hope being a big sister but her little sister is a teen. and reader walks in on hope and lizzie making out and goes and tells klaus or something.

Remember To Knock

Young teen female mikaelson reader x Hope Mikaelson (+Lizzie & Klaus)

Warnings: making out mentioned?

A/n: a bit shorter than I wanted, but I hope you enjoy!

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"Hey Hope, where did you put the- oh" You stumble after opening the door to your older sister's room. Inside, Lizzie and her are on the bed, lips connected together and hands roaming over each other a moment before you barged inside.

"Oh, shit" Lizzie swore. Hope smacked her arm, giving the 'not helping' look over to her not so secret anymore girlfriend.

"Uh, Y/n...What did I say about the not knocking?" Hope sighed, walking over to her 13 year old sister.

"I-I'm sorry. I- I'll go now. Sorry for bothering you...and all...that" You stutter and scurry out of the room, closing the door behind you. Hope sighed again before walking back over to Lizzie.

You run through the halls and down the stairs. In your haste to get away from the grossness that was going down in Hope's room, you smack straight into your father.

"Woah, little one, where are you going in such a rush?" He settles you down with his hands grasped on your shoulders.

He bends down to your height and brushes a strand of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear. "Somewhere else" you answer too quickly.

He raised an eyebrow, "And why would that be?"

"Umm" you're so screwed. Now it's either you get in trouble with your Dad or Hope. And you didn’t want to face the consequences from either of them.

"Y/n. Tell me what happened. Unless you want me to get your uncle Elij-" Klaus crosses his arms.

"No!" You cut him off. Uncle Elijah is scarier than your dad when it comes to consequences. (Considering he basically raised your dad, Auntie Bex, and Uncle Kol, he's basically a pro at it)

Klaus smirks, works every time, he thinks. "So, what happened?" He asks again.

"Um, I may or may not have accidentally went into Hope's room without knocking again and now my eyes are scarred for life and it was really gross and I'm pretty sure she's gonna kill me for telling you this, did I mention it was really gross-?" You rant, stopping when you feel your dad's hands resting on your shoulders to calm you.

"Hey, slow down a bit. Hope's not going to kill you. What do you mean by 'gross'?" He asks, eyebrows furrowing together.

"Uhh, I kinda walked in on Hope and Lizzie kissing, making out I think?. I dunno, it was bleh" you shake your body in disgust.

"You're telling me your older sister was making out with Caroline's daughter in her room" Klaus says, it coming out almost as a growl. He stalks away down the hall and up the stairs, to Hope's room you predict, before you could answer.

"IM SORRY HOPEY" You yell, towards the stairs, hopefully giving your big sister a warning.

"What are you sorry for?" You jump around, hearing a voice from behind you.

You come face to face with your Auntie Bex.

"Hah, welllll, funny story..." you scratch the back of your head wishing you never went into Hope's room in the first place.

[trihedaburden]

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[xmaliwrites]

22:50 PM   —  [hizzie] hope confessing her feelings to marcel and rebekah

The balmy sun was warming Hope’s skin. She was seated next to Marcel, silently enjoying the breath-taking New York’s sunset, both holding different milkshakes.

“You look happy, kid.” Marcel smiled as his ears captured a low laugh coming from Hope, whose eyes were now locked at her phone.

“Look what Lizzie sent me.” Hope turned her screen at Marcel, showing a picture of Lizzie holding an ice cream cone close to the camera, pretending that Pisa Tower was her ice cream.

“So, who is she?” Marcel finally asked, returning his attention to the view from the top of the roof.

“She is my friend. The Star Wars girl.”

“Oh, I remember.” Marcel hummed with a playful smile growing on his lips. “She is pretty.”

“Yea, she is.” A wide smile took over her mouth while her fingers were busy answering her, still laughing lowly about the photo.

“And you like her.”

“Yes I-“ Hope eyes widened, stopping her from saying the next words. “Hey, don’t do that!” She punched Marcel’s arm who kept laughing amused with the red roses flourishing on her cheeks.

“Don’t do what?”

 Rebekah’s joined them, after taking care of some bureaucracy issues related to her company. Swiftly, the girl seated on Marcel’s lap, wrapping her fingers around his neck.

 “Your nephew h-“

“Marcel, I will kill you if you try to say another word.” Hope whispered between her teeth, making Rebekah more curious.

“I feel offended. You trust more Marcel than in me?” Rebekah opened her mouth, pretending to be shocked.

“Fine, whatever.” Hope rolled her eyes, trying not to smile. “I was just showing him a picture of Lizzie.”

“Oh, the blonde Saltzman?” Rebekah smirked and looked at Marcel, exchanging playful gazes between them before grabbing her nephew’s phone. Rebekah analyzed the female centered on the phone, zooming in to see her outfit. Her fashion sense was amazing. “She is pretty. Why were you so shy about sharing the photo?” Rebekah handed back Hope’s cell.

 Hope pressed her lips tightly before placing the phone on the glass table in front of them. She could feel her cheeks burning with the pression coming from her aunt and Marcel. Was she that obvious?

 “Oh, you like her.” Rebekah stated, looking delighted at her niece whose eyes finally met her.

 Rebekah wasn’t blind. It’s been a while since she started to notice how Hope couldn’t stop babbling about Lizzie Saltzman. It started with silly things such as ‘Lizzie and I are going to this nice art exhibition next week’ or ‘I can’t call you tomorrow, I’m going out with Lizzie’. After months, Hope started mentioning her name almost every day: she was always talking about minimal details about the Saltzman sister, about her weird obsession for shoes, her talent to style her own hair, how the matcha latte made by her was really good and so on.

 “N-no I don’t.” Hope rolled her eyes, coughing uncomfortable.

“There is nothing wrong about liking a girl, especially Lizzie. She seems to be a lovely girl.” Marcel nodded, agreeing with her.

“Yes, she is. She is really special actually. I am just afraid of screwing everything up.”

“You? Hope, you are amazing.” Rebekah leaned at Hope’s direction, caressing her hand. “Hope, you of all people, deserve to be happy.”

 Hope raised her chin, looking at Marcel and Rebekah whose eyes were focused on her.

 “Do I?”

“Of course you do.” Rebekah laughed. “Besides, I would love to meet her. Her fashion sense it’s amazing.”

“I know!” Her face brightened up. “You should see her plaid jeans collection.”

  Marcel kept quiet, enchanted by those women in front of him whose mouths were talking about things that he couldn’t understand. The sparkle on Hope’s eyes made his heart flutter: he couldn’t tell the last time he saw her this happy. The reassurance of knowing that Hope had someone next to her that was able to make her eyes shine again, made Marcil grin at her.

a/n: yes i pretended that rebekah doesn’t have a part of hollow inside her, let me dream >:(

wc: 662

[darthluffy]

“Just tell her how you feel! How bad could it go?”

Lizzie:

[hermionesslut]

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑

requests are open. ‘!’ are indicated with the ones i enjoy writing for the most. i will still write for anyone on this list!

H A R R Y P O T T E R

hermione granger !

pansy parkinson

luna lovegood

ginny weasley

cho chang

hedric ! ( fluff, angst only )

linny !

pansmione

dramione !

M A R V E L

natasha romanov !

wanda maximoff !

carol danvers

wandnat !

loki laufeyson

T D V U

hayley marshall

kai parker (maybe)

caroline forbes

rebekah mikaelson

hizzie ! (hope mikaelson + lizzie salztman)

katerina petrova

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

emily prentiss (criminal minds)

elle greenway (criminal minds)

riley (happiest season)

annie edison (community)

minatozaki sana (twice)

ellie williams (the last of us)

[sweetie-sire]

calling all faberry stans

honestly im seeking assistance from a probably dead fandom but there are so many beautifully crafted faberry fics that i just want that fluffy bullshit for the legacies fandom cuz its just too fucking angsty im tired.

if u love the -they hate each other but love each other trope/ shes so annoying im constantly thinking of her- hizzie is giving that and more

CALLING ALL LESBIANS PLEASE JUST WRITE FICS ABOUT THESE DEPRESSED NERDS

yall want poc gfs we got some of that in legacies we also got poc boyfriends and subtext and literally canon stuff already

also there was a musical episode for the gleeks

but honestly im trynna see some cute ass fics

im a hizzie stan but like ill read anything thats kinda cute this show got me in a chokehold

pick a ship and write away my young padawans

-with love always and forever

your sweetie sire

ps i miss having mutuals on here shits boring freaking out over ships by myself

lets swap fics 👀

[unholyhelbig]

Hope and lizzie morning fluff please. Because I am such a sucker for it and I really really need it.

Read on Ao3 | Send Me More Legacies Prompts 

Lizzie Saltzman had always been a light sleeper. Part of her thought that it had something to do with her pension for protection. When she and Josie shared a room through high school, and then begrudgingly college, she would always stir the second her sister shifted. When a door would open, or a group of people from down the hall drunkenly stumbled back to their rooms during the latest hours, she would always pull from sleep.

Her marriage to Hope had been the exact same but accompanied by more worry. Lizzie knew that Hope needed to get out and stretch her legs, that the insomnia would run circles in her mind until nothing else mattered and she had to break away from the track. Hope would always slither back into the room and Lizzie would hold her close and not let go. She would soothe the goosebumps against her skin and breathe in the pine scent that she carried.

And right now, in the middle of the night, Lizzie shifted to the sound of a crackling baby monitor.

She inhaled and stared at the ceiling, inky and black, before glancing over at the small white device on their bedside table. Hope had blinked herself awake too, but the both of them held still; praying silently that Andi would just fuss herself back to sleep. The flashing red numbers on her alarm clock read barely 2 am.

But then the screaming started, and Lizzie knew it would wake up the dog curled at the bottom of their bed, if not their next-door neighbors. Hope sat up and scratched the back of her neck “I’ve got it.”

“You got it last time,”

“And you need your rest.” She stood sliding on a pair of the nearest sweatpants. She struggled to do it gracefully “You have that big presentation, and I refuse to let you do it sleep-deprived.”

Before Lizzie could open her mouth to protest, her wife was padding out of the bedroom. Her shoulder hit the doorframe as she rounded the corner “Ow! I’m good.”

Lizzie couldn’t help but smile in the dark before flopping back down on the bed. It smelled thickly of Hope, of the two of them together. It was an intoxicating mix of vanilla, old books, and lemon. She couldn’t help but remember the people who thought Hope would be bad at this- that she would run despite the very resolute decision the two of them made together.

Her own father had struggled to keep his orange juice down the morning both of them sat across from him in a nice little bistro on the west side of town. He knew something was weighing on them and agreed to take a trip from the school into the city. They let him get comfortable with a couple of mimosa's before proceeding.

“Elizabeth,” he had used her full name, which was never a good sign “not that I don’t think the two of you are ready- because you are, but… what if you have twins?”

It was a weighted question, one that both of them had mulled over for a long time. It wasn’t impossible for the Gemini coven to have something other than twins, but it hadn’t happened in centuries. A witch had never been with anything but another member of the coven before either, and Hope was everything but.

Alaric didn’t say it outright that day; but after explaining the process, and the thousands of dollars that they were putting into this, into making sure that their child had a bit of Lizzie and Hope, he was worried- worried about the Mikaelson genes too.

“Don’t worry, Rick” Hope took a bite of her eggs and chewed them thoughtfully “I hardly have the temper my father did. The odds of our kids getting it are low.”

That seemed to ease his nerves and the three of them finished breakfast in a comfortable silence. Of course- as things went on and Hope stood by Lizzie that entire time, his worry dissipated even more. But not enough to tell Josie that she needed to keep an eye on the both of them, which she did.

Lizzie didn’t have twins, and Hope put her all into Andi. Into making sure that she was strong and okay, and quite honestly it turned the big bad tribrid into something soft and loving. Something that would wake up in the middle of the night and rock her back to sleep just so Lizzie could be prepared for her own endeavors.

She settled so easily into a haze of sleep before the monitor crackled again, this time, with Hope’s voice.

“Oh, you’re okay” She cooed, her voice a low whisper. Lizzie heard a few creaks, Hope lowering herself into the rocking chair that they picked up at a garage sale a few months back. Andi fussed before quieting just a bit. “Alright then, how about I tell you a story?”

Lizzie curled her fingers around her shirt and stared diligently at that same spot that she always had. She usually drifted off by this point, lulled to sleep by the time Hope started to speak. It seemed like a ritual on nights that they traded off.

“Once upon a time, there was a wolf queen who fought a war for the most precious treasure in the kingdom, her beautiful little princess. But, victory came at a price.” Hope’s voice was soothing, quiet “Allies were lost, and new enemies were made”

Lizzie turned to face the monitor staring at the small device as if it would be some act of comfort. Hope had put it so delicately; the way that people had been after her for most of her life. How each move they made, even now, needed to be calculated and justified.

“But the wolf queen wasn’t alone. She had the most beautiful, compassionate, stubborn, woman to rule by her side. Believe me, she was meant to rule. And you should know, my littlest wolf, that even when all seems burnt to ash- in our story, there is always another chapter to be told.”

She had fallen into a deep slumber by the time Hope slid back into bed, cuddling up behind her until the two of them were tucked away together. Their legs were entangled and the monitor clicking to a soft silence.

Lizzie had slept in longer than she intended to. The sun was streaming through stinted blinds and pushing into every inch of the room. She hadn’t heard Andi stir, which was odd and enough to get her to pull herself out of bed.

She padded out of the room and down the steps until she could catch the scent of eggs and bacon, and the strongest coffee that they had. Lizzie leaned against the doorframe and watched as Hope moved around the kitchen, a small radio blasting today’s pop hits. She hummed along and dragged a fork against the slowly forming eggs.

Andi kicked her feet back and forth, sitting at the kitchen table with a few cheerios against the surface. She let out a string of noises and gave Lizzie a big toothy smile before stretching out her arms and flexing her fingers.

Lizzie beamed and pulled her daughter from the high chair “How’s my girl?”

“Oh, she was a little fussy this morning. But I’m happy to say she’s doing well.” Hope smiled as she moved the pan to the counter and quirked an eyebrow “I figured I’d let you sleep in for once.”

“you let me, or I just didn’t wake up.”

“Which one gets me more points?”

Lizzie laughed and placed their daughter back into the highchair. Hope was dressed lazily in the same sweatpants as last night and one of Lizzie’s flannels rolled up to her elbows. She had an easy smile on her face and a deep light behind her eyes.

She reached forward and grasped onto the collar of the woman’s shirt, pulling her close. “Will you at least let me help with breakfast?”

“Oh, if you insist.” Hope leaned forward and kissed her, gentle “As long as you don’t burn the bacon again. The fire alarm scares all of us.”

Lizzie placed her fingers on her wife's waist, the other slung lazily against the collar of the flannel. “Oh please, I can handle a little cooking.”

Hope hummed into another kiss, “We’ll see.”

[ashley-0126]

Can someone write me a fluff fic of posie before they broke up being all cute?

If you are interested and want anyone to bounce of for ideas I can help? Also I would love to talk to anyone about this topic...

[gayandnaps]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18574249/chapters/45994354

I am finally back and I brought a new chapter with me, Not That Bad... Chapter 11 is out now !

[bakerolivias-archived]

Fic meme: Hope/Lizzie - “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Warning: Alaric sister-zoning Hizzie because he's an ass, lmao, which Lizzie is not having. Also idk why but this accidentally became a pseudo-inc*st story about forbidden love in the second section?? I promise Hizzie have no relation, biological or otherwise, and are very much in love. The pining only became semi-inc*sty because of the sister zoning LOL, but it's just good old fashioned wlw yearning :D

Additional Tags: bed sharing, drama, fluff, angst, jealousy (obviously), mentions of Hope/Landon, mentions of Finch/Josie, and potentially a Finch/Lizzie friendship, probably ignores canon or is canon divergent, set sometime in season three before Hope activated her Tribrid and went all no humanity!hope, also no malivore or mystical monsters because I don't have time for that sorry.

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Lizzie would never admit it - she's far too proud (prissy is the word Hope would use, really) - but there is joy to be found in the expansion of their little, messed up, broken family, expanding the already limitless bounds of her father's love. And she even considers it personal growth, to no longer feel the pinch that tugs on her envious heart at the thought of her father welcoming another into their family unit, to no longer dread the thought of her father loving another equally as much, not more, never more.

They still squabble, but it is far more good natured and friendly, with only the purest of intentions on either girls' part. Lizzie takes too long to use the dormitory bathrooms, Hope hogs the blankets at night, requiring far too much room on the bed for such a tiny thing (and Lizzie refrains from quipping a scathing remark of Hope's only child behaviors and habits when she remembers - Hope is the only one left, and it hurts far more than Lizzie could ever comprehend - a wound that has dulled over time, but persistently aches, and cannot be healed, only soothed).

Her father beams with pride as he watches them, squeezes Lizzie's shoulder in fatherly affection and tells her how glad he is that they have finally become what he always knew they could be - sisters.

The pinch in her heart, pulling along her skin, at her father's words, is quite unfamiliar, somewhat different from her lifelong fears that he could cherish Hope more than he did her. This new mounting dread is foreign to Lizzie, sparked at the mention of a singular word.

Sister.

-

But there's nothing quite sisterly in the way Lizzie holds Hope's prone, still form close at night. In the way she watches Hope's chest rise and fall with her deep, steady breaths, looking so youthful in sleep, and is tempted to stroke the jutting bone of Hope's cheek, smooth out her auburn hair in the morning. There's nothing sisterly about the longing that rests in the pit of her stomach, in the way she wants Hope to stay in the early morning hours and let Lizzie burrow into her, in the way she wants there to exist no vacuum of empty space between their bodies, to swallow up all the galaxies and stardust and oceans that existed between them - that still exist, despite her own best efforts, because Hope has a dangerous and exasperating habit of pushing everyone she cares for away, of compartmentalizing.

The world spins on, and Hope still leaves for her morning run and subsequent sparring session, jacket around her waist, ponytail swinging in a steady pendulum. Without even a goodbye, or good morning, or the forehead kiss Lizzie is always sure to press against Hope's skin in the rare instances when she is the first to wake up. Hope has a way of doing that, of always distancing herself, even when Lizzie isn't paying attention. But she takes comfort in the fact that she instinctually, naturally, always comes back to her.

-

Until she doesn't.

-

The frantic staccato of her heart matches the pounding pulse of fear and adrenaline Lizzie feels, and she hates Hope for making her feel this way, for always playing lone wolf and putting herself in danger. If Hope wanted to run away with her hobbit lover, that was all well and fine, but she could have easily let someone know that no, she wasn't lying in a ditch somewhere incapacitated, and was perfectly well and safe in a situation where no bodily harm could come to her and - well, she supposes bodily harm, and mortality, is of no concern to the tribrid, as death would easily activate her vampire side, but...

But goddamnit Hope, at least show some concern for general self-preservation.

(She ignores the stab of hurt at the fact that Hope would hide something like this from her - she would have thought they were friends, a team, that those nights spent holding hands and stroking each other's thumbs meant something, but Lizzie can't think about that, any of it, because she'll feel the magic inside of her desperately clamoring to be let out, and god, now is not the time for her to have a screaming in the woods moment, because Hope deserves better. Hope needs them.)

(Lizzie wonders if she needs her, maybe not more or less than she needs her friends, her squad, but... simply in a different and more intimate way.)

Alaric and Caroline are frantically calling in favors, notifying authorities, and have assigned Josie the task of performing a locator spell. Lizzie feels so useless as she gazes on helplessly, but she knows she doesn't have the focus and presence of mind right now to be able to assist Josie, but to just stand there is an act so hateful.

She feels her sister's cautious, comforting eyes from the corner of their room. Even Finch's gaze is somewhat tender and fragile, almost as if she's concerned - and even if they still don't know each other too well, something Lizzie's quietly willing to work on, she's still endeared by the fact.

Finch never looks at her with pitying eyes, as if afraid she's fragile like glass and will break - even if Lizzie sometimes feels that way. Only analytical, thoughtful, and with a worry that makes her eyes crinkle. It's new, and different, and nice. No less tumultuous a beginning than Lizzie had with any of Josie's other suitors, but Lizzie wants to change that, to make a different choice. To perhaps not be quite so antagonistic and prideful, like she was with Penelope, or condescending, like she was with Landon.

Now, while Finch's strength is being quietly depleted - though she has yet to hear complaint from the girl - by Josie's siphoning, is not the time.

And for all that Lizzie feels for Hope, that a part of her knows is stronger than any sort of camaraderie or friendship, she never knew how much she craved that feeling, of knowing someone intimately, of building a bond based on mutual respect and honesty like the relationship her sister has built. She didn't think she would ever miss Hope that much, feel her absence so strongly, or miss the teasing they'd both grown accustomed to. To let Hope so casually touch her - a graze on the arm, a squeeze of her shoulder, or intertwined fingers - like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Liz," Finch murmurs weakly, leaning against a wall as the siphoning is complete. Josie's focus is not deterred, but Finch is staring at Lizzie in a way that makes her uncomfortable, like she's being observed under a microscope. An inquisitive raise of a singular eyebrow follows the statement.

"Yes, Finch," she replies. Not cuttingly, though there's still a hint of her trademark attitude in the statement. She fights back the immediate impulse to apologize, though she's not quite sure for what transgression she feels the need to be contrite about.

"You're not okay." Finch says, matter-of-fact, and Lizzie feels so seen, it's brutal.

"Nothing about Hope disappearing to do god-knows-what with her moderately competent bird-man is okay, Finch," she sighs warily. She wonders how far Finch would push the subject anyways.

"You miss her. You - are you..."

Lizzie's spine straightens, already tingling instinctively with the premonition of what Finch would say next, and she cannot move. Doesn't want to hear the words, but can't confirm them either by hurrying away in haste, so all there is left to do is sit there in silence, criss-cross on her bed, and have her greatest secret (not shame, not shame, not really) be said allowed with the neutrality of a casual observer. To be recognized, seen, for all that she has been hiding.

"Wait a minute, are you jealous?" That breaks Josie's attentive hyper-focus for a moment, as she glances between the two of them, but Lizzie won't meet either woman's gaze, staring intently at her perfectly manicured fingernails instead. Josie returns to her work but with less conviction, too surprised by Finch's unexpected insight.

Was it truly so obvious, if even Finch could tell? Or perhaps Finch did not have the same intimate knowledge of the group as everyone else, but was simply perceptive - a trait Lizzie finds to be particularly annoying at the moment.

Confronting her own feelings for Hope seemed like a fate worse than library detention duty, and she'd really rather not.

"I mean, that honestly explains so much. The way you act with her... And I get it - it's hard, to watch someone you care for love someone else." Lizzie's breath intakes sharply - she'd never considered love to be of any relevance in her situation, and that's an entirely different can of worms. Finch seems to be struggling with the ghosts of her own pasts as well, and maybe it's far too early for this kind of bonding, but maybe, maybe Lizzie can brave that kind of emotional leap.

"Can we please not do this right now?"

"So it's true?" Josie does not seem judgemental, only... contemplative, thoughtful.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because Hope will always love that artisan jar of mayo, and they're good for each other in a way that I'll never be for Hope. She's missing, and I can't even do anything to help her instead of sit here."

Her voice hitches, and god, she really can't bear the embarrassment of crying, especially not in front of Finch who, for all practical reasons, is not quite a stranger but not really a friend either.

"I don't even know that I love her, okay? I just... it's complicated, but I might not entirely hate her. Maybe I never did. Just that she was so perfect, and I'll never be."

Finch and Josie stare at her owlishly, gazes sympathetic but betraying the fact that they're clearly at a loss for words.

With nothing left to say herself, she leaves the room, biting back tears.

[alegacyofmonsters]

4x09 Reactions

I can’t even remember if I posted my 4x08 reactions? But anyway,

- Coming in hot (pun intended)

- Jaleb angst?

- “You made me wreck my car.” We all know how much he loves that car

- “Hope Andrea Mikaelson.” That’s how you know it’ll be a Hizzie episode!

- “Isn’t Kaleb kind of like your boyfriend?” Isn’t MG kind of like yours?

- An adult??? On Legacies???

- “Congratulations you are no longer in a coma.” 😂😂😂

- “Is that what the therapy box told you?” No, the therapy box said run from your problems and leave anyone you’re jealous of because it’s broken.

- “I guess I missed all the psycho murderer red flags” Missed them with your sister too ...

- Hizzie and their loopholes!

- Cleo: “I’m gonna third wheel.”

- Landon gets the little bowl 🥰🥰🥰

- The butterfly clip again 😂😂😂 That’s the worst thing Hope’s ever done to her. They are so soft

- An Aurora-Lizzie team up! It was all foretold in the prophecy.

- Ooh. We’ve moved on to “making her pay.” Don’t tell me Lizzie’s already went soft just seeing Hope’s face

- I also have a suspicion Lizzie is playing Aurora but I can’t prove it yet.

- So Triad freed Aurora

- “It was scarier when the tarp was over it.” Oh Lizzie 😂😂😂

- We’re back to throwing people to the bottom of the ocean and Lizzie is NOT ON BOARD

- “It might as well be Hope” but there are living Mikaelsons that helped with the whole endless watery grave??? That makes no sense

- The Kaleo-Hizzie parallels this episode where one half can be worried about the “enemy” because they mean something special

- Lizzie beating Aurora? Yes please.”

- Ah! It’s just like my Hizzie fic! Lizzie agrees to join Hope if she fixes her dad!

- Oh, maybe she didn’t mean Aurora

- OH NOPE she did

- Can I be honest and say I really don’t care where Josie goes? If she still has no intention of helping save the day and still refuses to try any character development, then what’s the point? There are other characters willing.

- Alaric and Ted getting drunk and complaining about how unfair the afterlife is to Landon 😂😂😂 Softies.

- Go Finch! Tell her how hypocritical she is!

- SHE GOT TWO BUS TICKETS. I’M SO WEAK FOR THESE GIRLFRIENDS.

- Kaleb stabbing himself so his boyfriend could get away. Poetic.

- Ethan’s gonna lose control??? Depth? To his character? On Legacies?

- The disappointment that comes from watching the Hizzie reunion in Aurora’s body

- OH LIZZIE HAD THE SAME THOUGHTS. BLESS YOU.

- “I hate how many good memories I have of you.” 🥺🥺🥺

- A HIZZIE LOVE CONFESSION?

- DID I JUST HALLUCINATE? A HIZZIE LOVE CONFESSION SWITCHED HER HUAMNITY BACK ON?

- OH.

- OH.

- OH.

- This explains why I was getting notifs from every Legacies platform last night ...

- WHAT A MIDSEASON FINALE.

- Am I the only one who thinks Josie’s whole “discovery” being connected to Hope is nonsense? Like, 100% I buy that leaving would be best for her and her mental health but how does that at all help Hope is she’s gone?

- Oh the Methan parallels

- “I don’t know why I was the one to bring you back.” Maybe ask Hope ...

- “I’ll say something only the real me would know.” Fatum? in this until the bitter end? Deep down I always knew it was you?

- Panda promise. A little disappointing.

- “You contrast her.” Light and dark girlfriends? Sun and moon? Tall and short? Tell us what you mean, Aurora

- FINCH BECOMES ALPHA?

- LIZZIE AND I BOTH GOT PLAYED

- WE GOT PLAYED HARD

- Is it Heretic Lizzie hours?

- It’s Heretic Lizzie hours.

- So the humanity switch is a mental thing? It’s not attached to the body at all?

- Okay, Legacies, how many times are we gonna watch the “Boyfriend?” 😁😁😁 “Yeah ...” thing so down? Can we pick a new format for defining the relationship?

- METHAN ANGST??? EVERYTHING IS ANGST AND I WANT FLUFF.

- “Maybe you’re having anxiety about leaving?” Maybe your twin is dead

- Finch is more understanding than me. If my girlfriend made a big deal out of staying when it's hard and then immediately wanted to run away from her problems, I’d be pissed, definitely not comforting her.

- Landon dumps into Ted’s bowl 🥰🥰🥰

- The Sphinx! I was just thinking about him the other day and that Legacies needed a new prophecy to be excited about and try to solve.

- Jed gay panicking.

- “I had an insurance policy just in case.” VAMPIRE BLOOD.

- “Don’t worry about me.”

- BUT ALL I AM IS HUNGRY. ALL I AM IS HUNGRY. HERETIC LIZZIE.

- I give it like a 2000/10. Heretic Lizzie, Hizzie love confession, Josie doing what’s best for everyone even if it doesn’t make sense, Ethan and Jed getting depth, Kaleb skipping off! I’m afraid to go see how long I have to wait for the next episode ...

[fandoms--fluff]

Hey! Could you write a story please where R is an orphan at at the school, and Josie takes them in like an younger sibling?

Big Sister Material

Female little kid witch reader x Josie Saltzman

Warnings: fire/burns idk?

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You look around at all the new and unfamiliar faces. You had no choice but to come to the school. This man, Alaric, brought you to his school for the supernatural after an incident that happened at your orphanage.

You had gotten so mad at the other kids for making fun of you. They had seen you levitating every object in your small room and started hating you more than before. They'd make you cower into corners and become scared of them, even though you're the one with the advantage against them.

Then one day, you just snapped, setting fire to the entire orphanage. Not on purpose, but it had happened. All the workers and children got horrendous burns and were sent to the hospital. That was the day an older man and a teen girl with auburn hair came to the police station where you were seated, erased their mind of you ever being there, and took you to the big black car in the parking lot.

It's been a week since you stepped into the school against your will.

Josie has been watching the new seven-year-old girl, she had gotten here a week ago. She learned that her name is Y/n and she got spotted on the radar when she set her orphanage on fire with a magical outburst. Hope had explained how jittery and scared she was during the drive back to the school and how even when she tried to calm her down and comfort her, it hadn't worked.

But Josie wants to get to know the girl. She seems sweet and shy, and she's seen her looking at her from across the room. She's noticed you haven't spoken to anyone.

Today, when you're in the library, getting away from Alaric trying to push you into talking about what happened and trying to get to know you, Josie walks up to you. You're sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, between two chestnut bookcases.

Then an older girl sits down across from you. You look up from the book in your lap that you didn't understand. And in front of you is the girl you've been eyeing since you got here, she looks really nice and she's always smiley. You've been wanting to go up to her, but have been too scared to follow through with the action.

"Hi, I'm Josie. What's your name?" She softly speaks. You look up at her, eyes big, and whisper "Y-Y/n." As you talk there's a noticeable stutter, from not having spoken in a week.

"Well, that's a very pretty name" She smiles softly, making your cheeks flush. "I've noticed you don't talk much, or at all" She brings up.

Your eyes widen, not wanting to get in trouble. "I-I'm sorry" your eyes start to water. "Oh, no I didn't mean it in a bad way, Sweetie" Josie immediately feels bad. She didn't mean to make you sad.

"It must be hard for you to be moved around a lot and then come here. Being a witch must be tiring, huh?" She asks.

Your eyes are still glazed, but you slowly start to nod. You bring up your small hand and make a burst of flames appear. "Feeling" you whisper.

"You feel like you're burning?" She wonders. "Bad, I'm bad. Burned others. Bad Y/n" Your lip quivers, remembering everything in detail from that day, and all the memories beforehand. The flame disappears.

"No, You're good, not bad. Don't call yourself that. Whoever has in the past, they were wrong" Josie places her hand on the top of your knee, comfortingly.

A tear falls down your flushed cheek and you jump up. Josie scrunches her eyebrows before she feels something crash into her. She looks down to see your tiny frame molded into hers.

Your arms are wrapped around her neck as your head is nuzzled into her chest. Shocked, she slowly wraps her arms around your frame.

"I'm here if you ever need to talk" She whispers into your ear. You pull away from her, "Really?" you look up at her, eyes big.

"Really" She nods. And before she knows it, you're back to cuddling into her.

Soon enough, she stands up from kneeling down, carrying you in her arms. You've started to doze off, all your emotions tiring you.

Josie brings her up to her and Lizzie's room, only to find her sister and Hope snuggled on her bed. "What exactly is wrong with your bed?" She whispers, softly closing the door behind you.

"It looked comfier" Hope looks up at her.

"Is that the new little girl?" Lizzie asks, half asleep. "Her name's Y/n, and yeah, she is" Josie answers before going to her twin's bed. She rests against the headboard while you continue snoozing on her, unaware of anything that's happening around you.

[maybeiwasjustjade]

I think I’d rather lose you (than have never held your hand)

Part 1 of Conversations at the End of the World

Gen. 2.4k words

Super Squad centric; background JedBen/ Benjed, Methan, Hizzie, Kaleo. Hope and Jed; Hope and Ben

Tags: quietly sitting together at the end of the world, childhood nicknames, popcorn wars, fluff with a side of impending doom.

The Squad reminiscence over the events that have led them to each other, and to this exact moment.

“Super Squad, forever?”

[xmaliwrites]

Warm Night // hizzie

;𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | hope x lizzie (legacies)

;𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 | oneshot 

;𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.7k

;𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | fluff

;𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | where hope tries to cheer lizzie while josie’s gone

english isn't my mother languague, sorry for any mistakes

My eyes could sense the pain in the blue hues of her eyes. She carried in her eyes a book and every time I dared to look at them, they whispered at me harrowing words. Her soul was a garden full of white tulips and embraced with lavenders and the most intimate part of me felt powerless for seeing a beloved friend crestfallen about something that I could not be useful.

 We’ve been friends for awhile but in my mind, we are friends since the first day I meet her. We had our fights during our grown journey. But now, everything was ok. Sort of. I started nourishing a new affection for her after our little episode on therapy box and nowadays I can say that I almost love her, not as a sister or a friend, but as a person that I want to have next to me to cheer her, to kiss her, to make her feel beloved.

 Josie was forced to visit her mother in the middle of the semester and Lizzie was sad all the time. She never pushed me away, but she never dared to open her mouth and tell me what she was thinking; I wish I could do something for her to appease the void left by her sister. I bet Josie wasn’t happy neither, they were like magnets: always glued to each other.

 The night blossomed with gardenia augustas and the brugmansias that ascended happily, ready to bath in pale moonlight. Now, it’s 9PM and I’m in my room, finishing something that hopefully will cheer up Lizzie’s spirits.

 I’ve been working on this painting since Josie left and it’s been a hard journey; I challenged myself to painting both sisters representing a different season. I choose autumn for Josie since being around her reminds me the afternoon-autumn sun: doesn’t burn like summer but warms you fondly. On the other hand, Lizzie reminds me spring. When I look at her over the windows and she’s always surrounded by flowers I end up confusing her with one where she has the most beautiful petals. She’s full of cycles, each day it feels like she’s reborning over and over again. Being around her, it’s different from the rest. This might sound silly but next to her, I can be myself.

 Satisfied with the result I grab the A3 canvas already dried, and my legs walk automatically to the door next to mine. I knock softly, hearing the familiar voice from the other side, allowing me to come in. My heart races as a smile appears on my lips when I watch her in the bed, with the Ravenclaw pajama.

 [3RD PERSON]

 “What’s up, Leonardo DaVinci?” Lizzie sat on the bed and her eyes observed her friend that closed the door calmly, meticulously. The blonde girl couldn’t help but smile when her eyes find some drops of red pain on her cheeks. “You’re such a mess.”

 “What?” Hope laughs, landing the canvas on the ground, resting against the wall without showing the final result.

 “Come here.” Lizzie opened the drawer of her small nightstand, taking a compact wipes package.

 Hope arched her eyebrow and walked to Lizzie’s bed, sitting on the feather bed layered with silk sheets and a huge white blanket on top of that. Mikaelson followed Lizzie’s hands now with two skin cleansing wipes.

 “Come closer.” She gave a charming smile, letting her slender fingers carefully wrap Hope’s chin, pulling her face closer to Lizzie’s.

 Hope eyes widened a bit with her gesture, making the girl in front of her giggle. Both stayed in silence, looking at each other; for a moment, Lizzie forgot what she was going to do. Trying to hide her shyness with that moment, she lifted the other hand hugged by the wipe and began to rub softly Hope’s cheeks, feeling the warmth caressing her fingertips through the wipe material.

 “You should be more careful. Imagine if you end up falling asleep with paint over your face.” Lizzie broke the silence, smiling instantly when her friend looked at her with those hazel glowing eyes.

 “Well, it’s pretty usual actually.” She grinned, making Lizzie laugh.

 “Hope Andrea Mikaelson, a girl should always take care of her skin.” Hope listened carefully her words like she was the master of wisdom, ending up laughing with Lizzie’s funny purposeful intonation. “Okay, it’s done.” Lizzie throwed the dirty wipes in the basket next to her desk. “Now, what’s wrong? Who should I kick?”

“Actually, no one.” Hope lightly laughed. “I have a surprise for you. But you only can see it tomorrow.”

 “Really? So why did you come today and not tomorrow?”

 Hope opened her mouth, trying to find some words that actually could explain her late-night visit, but she found nothing. She just wanted Lizzie’s presence around her and make sure she was ok, once again.

 “I just wanted to know if you’re ok. I know it’s been hard for you.”

 “Living without Jo it’s so… wrong, you know?” Lizzie spoke calmly yet with a nod on her throat, threatening to untangle and release the wave of tears that she has been holding. “I know she’s not that far and we can talk with each other through the Crystal but not having her here, it’s weird.”

 Smoothly and unconscious, Lizzie started to pull her sheets giving Hope space to join her in the cozy large bed. Hope listened her words thoroughly while taking off her shoes. Lizzie’s body gave her enough space and without thinking twice, the Mikaelson left her body dive into Lizzie’s bed, covering her body.

 “I understand. She’s returning to school when?”

 “I don’t know.” Lizzie sighed, snuggling under the covers. “Soon, hopefully. It’s been hard sleeping without her.” Her voice came raspy.

 Seeing her like that, made Hope sad. Lizzie was suffering and she couldn’t do anything to make her happy.

 “I have an idea.” Hope gave a slight smile. “Can I turn off the light?”

 “Uh, sure?” Lizzie frowned, trying not to laugh with her sudden excitement.

 Hope smiled at Lizzie before turning off the table light. She had an idea that maybe would cheer up Lizzie. Her aunt Freya taught her a spell that during her childhood was one of her favorites. Hopefully, Lizzie would like it too.

 “Ready?” Hope asked.

“Stop being so cliffhanger, you’re making me nervous.” Lizzie laughed.  

“Okay, okay. Just in case, close your eyes.”

“I swear to god if that thing isn’t better than Tom Holland then you should run.” She muttered playfully, closing her eyes. “I won’t open.”

“Good.”

 Hope closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She chanted “Papilio Plux” and a golden sparkling butterfly started do blossom through her hands, flying lighthearted around the room. “You can open.” Hope whispered softly.

 Lizzie opened her eyes, jumping at the first sight ending up delighted with the golden butterfly flying around them. The smile that Hope could not see started to appear on her pinky lips accompanied with her lovely dimples.

 “What is that?” She whispered amazed.

“A spell. My aunt Freya taught me. It’s a spell that provides peace of mind. It was my favorite spell when I was a kid.” Hope laughed, feeling a little nostalgic.

“It’s beautiful.” Lizzie whispered, trying to follow the wings movement with her eyes. “Thank you Hope.”

 Hope’s heart started to beat intensely when Lizzie’s arms hugged her body, squeezing it softly; she was thankful that Lizzie couldn’t see the affectionate grin invading her mouth.

 Hope got closer and hugged Lizzie, stroking tenderly her hair. The smell of her shampoo was really good; just like she thought, she was a lavender lover. It was not the first time that Lizzie used something with lavender.

 “Would you sleep with me?” The way she dragged the words whispering them against Hope’s forehead, made the request being undeniable.

“Sure, of course.” Hope smiled.

“Thanks.” Lizzie cut a little more the distance between them, wrapping the female waist next to her.

 Hope forgot how to breath for a short time. She could feel the strawberry smell coming thought the blonde’s mouth, indicating how danger that closeness could be. She wanted to kiss Lizzie lips, but she had no courage; she was in a fragile moment, it was wrong.

 “You can breathe, you know? I don’t want you to die.” Lizzie whispered, laughing lightly.

“I’m sorry I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

“I don’t want to make your funeral again.”

“Right, right. Just sleep.” Hope laughed, finally closing her eyes.

 It would be almost impossible for her to fall asleep with Lizzie so close to her while she was the person that she desired the most.

 When Hope was finally feeling the tiredness hitting her eyelids, a pair of lips smacked against her mouth. Was she dreaming? Did Lizzie Saltzman actually kiss her? With her heart almost coming out from her mouth, she tapped the sheets, searching for Lizzie’s hands. They were cold.

 “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I w-“

 Hope interrupted Lizzie, kissing her lower lip slowly. Lizzie didn’t move an inch and waited for Hope to say something. She never thought Hope actually liked her back or had feelings like her. She always pictured Hope being a hero, someone important, special; Hope was different from the other girls that Lizzie used to observe from far: Hope was warm, her touch was sweet, and her eyes were impossible to not fall in love with.

 “Did you just kiss me?” Hope whispered.

“Was that bad?”

“No, not at all.”

“So why aren’t you kissing me?” The words slipped through her mouth.

 Hope laughed and hugged Lizzie’s face with her hands, kissing her lips slowly. Lizzie pressed Hope’s waist against her, kissing the girl back. Hope moved her mouth down when she felt the kiss was getting steamy, gifting her neck with noisy kisses, making her laugh a little louder.

 “Why did you do that?” Lizzie asked breathless yet laughing.

“I like your laugh.” Hope shrugged her shoulders, kissing her cheek.

 Hope and Lizzie spent the night cuddling until the blonde girl fell asleep; Hope was ecstatic how the night ended; it was too good to be true. Lizzie Saltzman was sleeping in Hope Mikaelson arms serenely.

[darthluffy]

Chapters: 1/13 Fandom: Legacies (TV 2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hope Mikaelson/Lizzie Saltzman, Hope Mikaelson & Lizzie Saltzman, Josie Saltzman/Finch Tarrayo, Kaleb Hawkins/Cleo Sowande Characters: Hope Mikaelson, Lizzie Saltzman, Josie Saltzman, Finch Tarrayo, Cleo Sowande, Kaleb Hawkins Additional Tags: Hizzie - Freeform, canon divergent from season 3 finale, Hope and Lizzie finally dating and being a couple, features copious amounts of fluff, some side Josie/Finch and background Cleo/Kaleb as well Series: Part 3 of ...Eventually Summary:

Monsters. Angry mudpits. Flammable exes. With all of those distractions finally dealt with, Lizzie and Hope could focus on something new. The way they felt about each other and how to build a relationship when the world was no longer likely to end on Thursday.

Or

Lizzie and Hope have sex... eventually. Sequel to Beggin For Thread & Waiting Game

[breannacasey]

AC's Birthday Prompt Requests

Since my birthday and my AO3 anniversary fall in the same month, I've decided to create a prompt list to celebrate based on some of my favourite songs throughout the years.

Here's the twist though, I'm not telling you what the songs are until I post the fic, I'm just giving you years for around the time they were my fave, with a mood for the fic and choices for characters and ships.

Send me a year with whoever you want me to write this about and I'll write a fic based on the song, and post it in January (or later if I get many). If you want a ship or character not listed but that has a lot in common with those who are, feel free to ask, I don't promise anything, but those lists aren't exhaustive. When I say platonic ship, it includes family dynamics (blood or found) as well as friendships, can be two people, a group or one person & the group.

I'll keep this post updated and cross off requests.

1995: Fluff. Any romantic ship.

1996: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff. Friendship Trio.

1997: Fluff. Any platonic or romantic ship who's been through hardships.

1998: Angst. Madney, Tarlos, TK & Owen and/or Gwyn, Jack/Ryan (Station 19), Hilson, Supercorp, Hizzie, Severide & Shay, Ellick.

1999: Fluff, fluffy hurt/comfort. Any platonic or romantic ship where at least one puts a lot of themselves in their work enough that it can affect their personal life.

2000: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort. Tarlos, Neal Caffrey/Eliot Spencer, Supercorp, Stellaride, Brettsey, Hizzie

2001: Hurt/Comfort. Any platonic or romantic ship where one struggles with mental health issues, including addiction, or family issues. Or Brettsey.

2002: Angst, Hurt/Comfort. TK/Alex, TK & Owen, Buckley siblings (either or both) & Buckley parents, Malcolm & Jessica.

2003: Angst, Hurt/Comfort. TK Strand, Malcolm Bright, Maddie Buckley or Eliot Spencer, all with any choice of relationship.

2004: Fluff. Any f/f ship, platonic or romantic.

2005: Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Any character who has an addiction, mental health issues and/or chronic pain, with any relationship.

2006: Fluff. Any romantic ship where at least one can drive.

2007: Fluff. Any ship, platonic or romantic.

2008: Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Any romantic or platonic ship where one could be afraid to lose the other/that the other could give up on life.

2009: Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Any ship, romantic or platonic.

2010: Emotional hurt/comfort. Any 911, 911ls or Prodigal Son character works. Travis Montgomery, Vic Hughes, Carina DeLuca, Jack Gibson. Rebecca Harris, Brian Finch, Ike, Spellman Boyle. On their own or within any relationship.

2011: Fluff. Any ship, platonic or romantic.

2012: Hurt/Comfort. Tarlos, Grace/Judd, Marina, Tremmett, Madney, Bathena, Dainsley, Brightwell, Hizzie, Supercorp, Neal Caffrey/Eliot Spencer, Pardison.

2013: Hurt/Comfort. Any ship, platonic or romantic.

2014: Fluff. Any romantic ship

2015: Fluff. Any f/f romantic ship.

2016: Angst. Any character, platonic ship or found family.

2017: Fluff, pining. Any non-canon romantic ship.

2018: Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Any character or ship, romantic or platonic.

2019: Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Any ship, romantic or platonic.

2020: Hurt/Comfort. Any ship, romantic or platonic.

2021: Fluff, hurt/comfort. Any ship, romantic or platonic.