#Josie x Penelope

[miraclottie]

Hello gay people I wrote something you might be interested in

[lenagalavan]

Josie x Penelope

TOP 100 SHIPS OF ALL TIME: #76. josie saltzman and penelope park (legacies)

[kassxndre]

well well well

[girlkisser13]

the legacies ladies having a crush on you would include

elizabeth "lizzie" saltzman

• lizzie is bold and confident in showing her interest, not shying away from flirting or expressing her feelings for you directly.

• she’d pay close attention to your likes and dislikes, trying to impress you by incorporating those details into conversations or gestures.

• lizzie shows immense support for your goals and achievements, but with a competitive edge, trying to match or outdo you in activities or achievements.

• she would use humor and playful banter as a way to flirt, blending her sharp wit with genuine affection.

• lizzie will get jealous if she sees you with someone else, reflecting her strong feelings and her desire for your attention.

"hi y/n!" lizzie's voice rang out as she approached you and the new student. her smile was sweet, but her eyes were anything but.

"hi, lizzie!" you greeted, feigning obliviousness. "i was just showing this person around. they’re new."

"yeah," the new student added, "they’ve been really helpful."

lizzie’s smile tightened. "well, y/n is quite busy. maybe i should take over."

you raised an eyebrow. "it's my job as a tour guide to show new students around. are you jealous, lizzie?"

lizzie’s eyes narrowed. "and what if i am?"

you smirked, turning towards the new student. "do you want to see my favorite part of the school?"

lizzie glanced at you, then back at the new student. "actually, i know a lot about the school too. i can show you some hidden spots."

you smiled, feeling a thrill of anticipation. "great! lead the way, lizzie."

the new student asked you another question, pulling you away slightly. lizzie watched you, her frustration and longing clear. she knew this game had been going on for months, and the fear of making a move was holding you both back.

but maybe, just maybe, your subtle push was what she needed. lizzie squared her shoulders, determined to finally make her feelings known.

hope mikaelson

• she 100% has thousands of sketches of you in her sketchbook that are all drawn from memory.

• she tries to be around you more, engage in playful banter, or tease you in a friendly way.

• hope would show a heightened sense of protectiveness towards you.

• she shares her personal thoughts and vulnerabilities with you, letting you into her world in a way she doesn’t with anyone else.

• hope goes out of her way to do thoughtful things for you, whether it’s helping you with a problem or just being there when you need support.

you were walking down the hallway, lost in thought, when you collided with the resident tribrid. her sketchbook fell to the floor, and pages scattered everywhere. as you bent down to help gather them, you caught sight of some sketches that made your heart skip a beat. there were various sketches of your face and eyes, captured with impressive detail.

"is this… me?" you asked, eyes wide with surprise.

hope’s cheeks turned pink as she nodded, her voice almost a whisper. "yeah. i had to mix five different colors to get the right shade for your eyes."

blushing, you looked at her with a mix of curiosity and flattery. "that’s really cool. what’s this for?"

"it’s for my art class," hope replied quickly, her eyes avoiding yours. "i needed a subject."

you smiled, feeling a warm glow at being chosen. "i’m honored that you picked me."

hope’s gaze softened, and she said, almost too softly for you to hear, "why wouldn’t i? you’re beautiful."

your heart skipped a beat at her words, and you thanked her as you handed her back the sketchbook. just then, the bell rang.

"we should get to class," you said, your voice a bit shaky from the unexpected compliment.

then, with a playful grin, you add, "but seriously, hope, i'll be your muse any day. let me know if you ever need me to model for you."

hope rolled her eyes at you as her blush deepened further. she gives you a shy smile as you walk together to your next class.

josette "josie" saltzman

• josie gets extremely flustered and shy around you, showing signs of nervousness when she’s trying to act natural.

• she would do little things to show she cares, like remembering your favorite things or surprising you with thoughtful gifts or gestures.

• josie seeks out any opportunity to spend time with you, whether it’s through group activities or one-on-one moments.

• she gives you compliments that are more personal and meaningful, rather than just casual remarks.

• josie is very supportive of you, offering help or encouragement whenever you need it and being a good listener.

josie sat nervously at a library table, her textbook open but her focus elsewhere. she glanced at the door every few moments, her cheeks flushed with anticipation.

she looked up when she heard the library door creak open for what felt like the hundredth time, and you walked in, smiling warmly as you spotted her.

"hi, josie," you greeted, walking over to her.

josie’s nerves spiked as she managed a shy wave. "hi y/n."

"ready to dive into this?" you asked, taking a seat next to her.

josie nodded vigorously, though she was clearly flustered. "yeah, definitely."

as you both started discussing the exam material, josie found it difficult to focus. every time you looked at her or brushed against her hand, her heart raced and her face turned bright red.

you smiled at her, making josie’s heart flutter even more. "this section is tricky, huh?" you said, completely engrossed in the study session.

josie tried to follow along, but her nerves were almost overwhelming. despite her anxiety, she was thrilled to be spending time with you.

by the end of the session, josie managed a shy smile. "thanks for studying with me," she said softly.

you returned the smile, and josie’s heart skipped a beat. "anytime. see you around?"

josie nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "yeah. see you soon."

as you left, josie couldn’t help but smile, her nervousness giving way to a hopeful excitement.

penelope park

• penelope shows a genuine interest in your life, asking questions and remembering the details you share.

• she would be there for you, offering help or advice whenever you need it, and cheering you on in your endeavors.

• she uses light teasing and jokes as a way to interact with you, showing her affection in a fun, playful manner.

• she drops hints and make flirtatious comments, but she would never express her feelings directly because deep down, she’s afraid that you don’t feel the same way.

• if her feelings are strong, she gets a bit nervous and flustered around you, especially in more personal or intimate moments.

you were busy hanging a string of lights when penelope breezed over, a playful smirk on her lips. "careful with those," she teased, her eyes twinkling. "we wouldn’t want you to make this place look like a christmas disaster."

you glanced up at her, feigning concern. "oh, i’m sure i’ll manage. unless, of course, someone were to help me."

penelope raised an eyebrow, her cheeks warming slightly. "and what makes you think i’d be interested in helping?"

you took a step closer, lowering your voice. "well, if you help me out, maybe i’ll be convinced that you’re not just here to flirt with everyone."

penelope’s eyes widened just a fraction as she inched closer, clearly intrigued. “and what if i do help you?"

you smiled, leaning in so close that your voices mingled. "then i’ll get to see if your charm is as effective up close as it is from afar."

before she could reply, lizzie’s voice rang out from across the gym. "hey, can you two get back to work? we’re on a tight schedule here!"

penelope’s blush deepened as she abruptly turned away, focusing intently on the decorations. you watched her with a smirk, the brief moment of connection now interrupted but definitely memorable.

[fandoms--fluff]

Angel

Flufftober, October 17th

Vampire female reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: You dress up as a Victoria's Secret angel for Halloween to surprise your girlfriend

A/n: I wrote this in honor of the VS fashion show that happened earlier this week. And cause I grew up watching the fashion shows and still love re-watching them.

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"When can I see your costume?" Hope asks, flopping down onto your bed while you're in the bathroom doing your makeup. "At the party like everyone else" You answer, this being the thousandth time your girlfriend asks.

"What about a tiny little sneak peek?" She tries to bargain. "Not happening, your gonna have to wait till tonight. Only a few more hours" You answer while applying sparky lip gloss.

"You're so mean!" She pouts, jutting out her bottom lip to make you feel sorry for her and fess up. "That didn't work yesterday, it's not going to work now, Cutie" You walk over to her, done your makeup. You place a kiss on her pouted lips, making them turn back into a smile.

"Please?" She tries the puppy dog eyes this time. "Let's go get a snack, I know where the cooks hid the brownies" You wink at her, pulling her up from the bed easily with your strength and lead her out the door, into the hallway.

"Or" You tell her. "We could always go check to see if Lizzie needs any help decorating" You tell her, taking her mind off ways to get you to tell her what your dressing up as.

"Where are the brownies" She immediately says. She once got caught up accidentally with helping Lizzie decorate and she was basically being held hostage until everything was perfect. In her opinion it was hell. And you can't really blame her, Lizzie has tried to rope you into decorating too, but you just gave her a certain look which made her back down right away.

"That's what I thought" You grasp her hand in hers and lead her down to the big cooks kitchen.

Once you guys get there, there's only one of the cooks who are in there, probably tidying up. She turns to you guys and huffs. "You shouldn't be in here, you'll contaminate-" You cut her off, vamping over to her. "Leave. If you tell anyone about us I'll slit your throat before you can even think the word 'danger'. You compel her, making her nod along, and repeat it back before grabbing her bag and scurrying out past a gobsmacked Hope.

"I thought no ones allowed to use compulsion" She says, slowly coming up to you. "You really think I'm going to listen to some miserable human drunk telling me what I can and can't do with my body. Than you think wrong. Plus it's just pathetic, I mean, you think he would at least get the help to take vervain" You have a playful glint in your eyes.

"But, you'll get in trouble won't you- you know what, never mind, I'd rather not know what you'd do to Dr. Saltzman if he did try to reprimand you" Hope basically shudders. "Spoiler alert; there'd be a lot of blood. and it won't be mine" You wink before going over to the locked fridge.

You pull on the padlock and it effortlessly broke in half. You let it go and let it fall to the ground. Opening the fridge, your eyes look around before they land on what you're searching for. "Ah, here we are. Brownies. And they look like they're fresh too" shut the door behind you before placing the container on the counter, opening the top.

"Take your pick, Beautiful" You tell your girlfriend, making a blush appear on her cheeks. She leans her hand in the container and picks one of the chocolate brownies up into her hands. Following, you also reach in and pick one up before biting into it, along with Hope and hers.

Hope almost moans at how good they taste. "Okay, this is worth all the rules you just broke" She tells you. "Hell yeah, it is" You swallow, the brownies are delicious and easily one of yours and Hope's favorite treats. At least that's one thing the annoying rule following cooks are good for at the school.

It's almost time for the party, and you're getting ready in your dorm room. All of Hope's attempts to know what you're dressing up as has failed, and you know her reaction is going to be amazing. You guys are supposed to meet in twenty minutes in the 'ball room' as Lizzie is calling it, when it's really just the surprisingly big gym.

You've already done touch ups on your makeup and did your hair to make it more 'runway ready'. And now all you have to do is get dressed in the outfit. Which is a breeze because it's just lingerie and then a pair of wings both of which you may or may not have compelled the company to give you. And said company is Victoria's Secret, because you're going to the party dressed as a Victoria's Secret angel.

This was the perfect choice of costume since you love the fashion shows and the pieces, plus you know it will one hundred percent drive your girlfriend crazy for you to be dressed up like that.

You take the clothing off you've been wearing all day and toss it into the laundry basket before turning back to the lingerie and wings laying on your bed. You grab the underwear first and slide it up your legs before it relaxes comfortably on your hips. The easy part is over, Now, you grab the corset bra with the train attached and carefully put it on your body, doing clasp by clasp, not wanting to destroy the piece by accidentally being too harsh with your strength and all.

After you got all the lingerie on your body and it's sitting gracefully, you look in the mirror, smirking, Oh yeah, this will definitely do. You think to yourself.

Then you reach for the wings and just as gentle with the lingerie pieces, you tie the wings under your armpits and over your shoulder blades, securing them so the beautifully crafted wings don't fall down or break.

Finally, you grab the heels and put them on the ground in front of your feet. You gently slide your feet into them before checking that everything is done.

Nodding to yourself, happy with how it all turned out and fits perfectly, you walk over to the door, leaving for the party.

Once you arrive at the party, peoples eyes wander over your body, not even subtly, may you add. Smirking, you don't pay them any mind, just walking to where you spot your girlfriend is standing with Josie and Penelope, who are dressed up as hot pirates.

Hope is dressed up as a little red riding hood, with the red cloak dress and the tights and red heeled boots. Along with matching red gloves and a basket which is sitting on the bleachers beside where she's standing back towards you.

"Hmm, you guys look like you can take anything you dream of. And with style." You tell the couple, making their eyes attention roam over to you and Josie's mouth hangs open, making you and Penelope both chuckle.

Then, Hope turns around from where her back was facing you and her mouth, much like Josie's, hangs open, along with her eyes widening with shock as they roam over your body.

"You girls like?" You place your hands on your hips, posing. Still no movement besides the eyes on the two of them. "I think what they mean is, you look drop dead gorgeous in that, y/n/n" Penelope winks, complementing you for the both of them. "Thanks, maybe we should let them oggle while we go for a dance" You smirk back, knowing that's got to snap at least one of them out of the trance.

Penelope picks up on what you're hinting at and nods along, telling her she's in. "What a wonderful idea" She answers and unlinks her arm from Josie's and place's her hand in your outstretched one.

After a couple steps backwards you guys take, Josie snaps out of it, realizing the warmth from beside her is missing. "Hey! wait a second, dance with your own girlfriend" Josie exaggerates playfully by coming over and throwing her arms around Penelope's waist.

Soon after, Hope follows and snaps out of the trance as well and comes over. "Yeah, i think you should dance with your own girlfriend like Jo said" Hope tells you and leads you to where everyone is dancing, but not before you and Penelope quickly high five.

"Of course I'll dance with you. Have I told you how hot you look?" You tell her once you guys start dancing to the slower song together. You run your hands down her hips, tracing her curves. A thick blush coats her cheeks as she looks down, smiling. She's still getting used to all the nice compliments you give her that aren't backhanded like she's experienced before from some girls who bullied her when she was younger, or more specifically when you almost killed them for hurting Hope.

She sputters before looking back into your warm eyes. "Me? Look at you, you look like a literal goddess and sex bomb" She tells you. "Forget the costume, you basically are a literal angel" She tells you, her eyes wandering over your body quickly before looking back up to your face where you're smirking.

"Oh yeah? Then I'm sure we're going to have some fun tonight" You lean over and kiss her neck before softly biting her ear lobe, making her shudder in excitement as you pull away.

"Promise" She whispers. "Of course" You bite your lip before you guys continue dancing to the song, bodies close together. And Hope May or may not be glaring at anyone who stares too long at you.

The VS fashion show look:

[yourcatras]

Jules Millin & Mika Yasuda - GREY'S ANATOMY, 21x08 | Penelope Park & Josie Saltzman - LEGACIES, 1x14

[incorrect-hizzies]

Lizzie: Hey Satan, what are you doing later?

Penelope: Your sister

Lizzie:

Lizzie: See this is why I can't be nice to her! She makes everything sexual-

Josie: Hope said she wanted to rip your clothes off and eat you alive at dinner yesterday

Lizzie:

Hope: HEY EMMA SAID HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY-

[whyislenaluthorsohot]

Lizzie: *Gently taps table*

Hope: *Taps back*

Josie: What are they doing?

Penelope: Morse Code

Lizzie: *Aggressively taps table*

Hope: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

[uncleasad]

by Uncle Asad (Uncle_Asad)

When the Salvatore School gang meets the Machados for a fun fall evening at the new pumpkin patch in town, what could possibly go wrong?

How about Penelope Park, a trio of MFHS bullies, and a series of events straight out of every horror movie ever made? (Not to mention a stockpile of black magic, unbeknownst to them all?)

Trying my hand at a horror-inspired fic for Hosietober 2024, Day 16: Dark Magic

Words: 4,240, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Legacies (TV 2018)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Hope Mikaelson, Josie Saltzman, Lizzie Saltzman, Milton "MG" Greasley, Ethan Machado, Maya Machado, Penelope Park, Connor (Legacies), Dana Lilien, Sasha Stoteraux

Relationships: Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman, Penelope Park/Lizzie Saltzman, Milton "MG" Greasley/Ethan Machado, Hope Mikaelson & Lizzie Saltzman, Maya Machado & Hope Mikaelson, Josie Saltzman & Lizzie Saltzman, Connor (Legacies)/Sasha Stoteraux, Connor (Legacies)/Dana Lilien, Dana Lilien & Sasha Stoteraux

Additional Tags: Horror, pumpkin patch, Enemies to Lovers, horny teenage boy, Blood and Violence, Tribrid Hope Mikaelson, Dark Josie Saltzman, Post-Season/Series 02, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dare, Traumatized Hope Mikaelson, Mentioned Landon Kirby, Past Penelope Park/Josie Saltzman, Bullies, Hosietober, Hosietober 2024 (Legacies), My tagging continues to suck

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I planned on writing one of my Halloween ideas for Hosietober this year, but I started writing one, wasn’t really feeling it, then got distracted/inspired by one of Rika’s Hosietober fics and some conversation with TheDarkestHour13…and after some sleep, this horror-inspired fic was born 😂

A full complement of relationships trying to have their moment in the sun, er, creepy evening shadows : Hosie, Pizzie, Methan, and Connor/Sasha and Connor/Dana, to boot 😳

[miraclottie]

A new friday means a new chapter of my Posie fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59663173/chapters/153705877

[trihedaburden]

Moodboards for two of my upcoming fics.

First moodboard is for my college AU fic "hey baby, won't you look my way (I can be your new addiction)" and will have Penizzie, Hosie and Lethan.

Second moodboard is for my past and future fic "you can only hate what you could love (if things were a little different)" and it'll have Penizzie, Posie, Finsie and unrequited Hizzie (it'll go between past and future for each chapter and will have intertwining moments to do with canon but still be an AU).

@alltid-og-for-evig

[maylas]

Penelope & Josie | The Story Of Us

[lenagalavan]

Josie x Penelope

ultimate top ten ships meme → legacies dynamics (as voted by my followers) #8. josie/penelope “I love you, JoJo. I love you with all of my obnoxious, selfish, evil heart.”

[henelopekru]

Illicit Affairs

CHAPTER ONE. Welcome Back

A Hope Mikaelson x Penelope Park (Henelope) Fic "Don't call me kid, don't call me baby."

Word Count: 2k words

Summary. Inspired by an old tweet I saw just after the second season of Legacies aired. In which Penelope had returned to Mystic Falls after all, only to realise Josie had moved on. Her so-called romance with a forgotten friend is only a ploy to make her ex-girlfriend jealous, never intending to go as far as it does.

A/N. Honestly this is a fic I've wanted to write for a while now. I actually haven't checked, but I imagine Henelope doesn't get a lot of love since they literally interacted twice the entire show lmao. Also please forgive me if some of this is a little inaccurate to the show, it's been a while since my last rewatch of Legacies!

Penelope wasn’t sure whether it was the circumstances that made her irritated by seemingly everything or if it was just Mystic Falls High. The school receptionist typing away at a computer likely older than Penelope herself, the ticking of a clock prehistoric in appearance.

8:55am, it read. Penelope frowned, it was far too early to be awake, especially while her body was still combating a severe case of jet lag. How long had she been waiting now? The email she’d gotten after enrolling last night had asked her to arrive at the reception at 8:30, it wouldn’t surprise her if they’d just forgotten about her. She contemplated asking the receptionist, who Penelope was about seventy percent certain was playing a flash game instead of actually doing any work.

She didn’t want to be here, pulling at a loose thread on her chair, trying hard to ignore the oddly stale scent in the air that threatened to make her nauseous. Still, this had been the agreement she’d decided on with her parents, she could come back to Mystic Falls without them, but she had to continue going to school - they just hadn’t specified what school.

Never in a million years would she have imagined she’d be going to a public school of all places, but anywhere sounded better than the Salvatore School right now. She couldn’t go back there, not after what had happened last night.

The plan had been to surprise Josie with her return. After the way their goodbye had gone, Penelope had assumed Josie would be thrilled to have her back. Sure, maybe they wouldn’t have gotten back together, but she’d just been excited at the idea of seeing her again.

But seeing her with someone else? With Landon Kirby of all people?

At least they hadn’t seen her, that Penelope had spotted them first. She’d managed to preserve her pride so far, but she wouldn’t have stood a chance if they’d known she’d seen them. That was the only silver lining she could see for now, but she didn’t feel optimistic enough to try and think of any others. It was a shitty situation, nothing could fix it.

Josie had been the only reason Penelope had even returned, wanting to warn her about the Merge, wanting to love her in spite of all her flaws and in spite of Lizzie. Her new school in Belgium hadn’t been so bad after all, designed completely for witches, the only downside it had was that there was no Josie. She was too late, Josie had moved on and there was no way Penelope could go back to the boarding school, she couldn’t stand seeing her and Landon together again.

The worst part was that she had no real place to be angry or hurt; Penelope had already broken up with Josie, long before she’d even left for Belgium, she’d broken her heart first - so this was what it felt like, karma stung more than Penelope would’ve liked. 

She’d never actually been broken up with before, or rejected, but she got the feeling her situation with Josie was more painful than any other kind of heartbreak could be. It wasn’t that neither of them cared, Penelope had just messed up and it was too late to fix it.

It was her own fault, she’d caused this.

Penelope had hardly had the time to give much thought to the other girl she’d seen near the mill that night, right after she’d left Josie and Landon. The girl was a student - maybe? - but not one that Penelope recognised, she’d simply chalked her down to being a new transfer, she didn’t look young enough to be a freshman, probably around Penelope’s age.

The girl was the last of her worries though, just as she had been last night. Besides, Penelope doubted that she’d even see her again, she didn’t intend on going anywhere near the boarding school.

“The principal will see you now, Miss Park.” The school receptionist mercifully tore Penelope from her thoughts before she could wallow in any more self-pity. 

Penelope nodded, standing up from her seat in the waiting room, boots squeaking as they made contact with the rubber floors. She grimaced at the harsh sound, approaching the door to the headmaster’s office, reading over the newly placed name plate.

‘Principal A. Saltzman’

It didn’t come as a complete surprise to Penelope, she’d known Alaric had taken a job in Mystic Falls High. Perhaps she hadn’t known it was the job of principal, but it made sense, considering he’d been the headmaster at the Salvatore school. Still, that didn’t take away the dreadful awkwardness that she knew would come with having to talk to her ex-girlfriend’s father.

With a near inaudible sigh, Penelope knocked on the door, waiting for permission from the man inside before she entered the office, unsure of what to expect.

“Take a seat, Penelope.” Alaric gestured towards the empty seat across from his side of the desk, hitting the witch with an odd sense of deja vu from her first day at the Salvatore Boarding School. It felt like forever ago now, since she’d first convinced her parents to allow her to move from her home in New Orleans to a small town in Virginia.

Sitting down, Penelope wouldn’t even dare to look Alaric in the eye, out of.. What? Embarrassment? Guilt? She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but both seemed to apply. Embarrassed she’d believed Josie would just take her back, guilty they’d even broken up in the first place. Penelope wondered if Alaric knew about Josie and Landon, if the kiss she’d witnessed the night before had been the first of many to come or if they’d been together since Penelope had left for Belgium.

The silence in the room was deafening, as Alaric quietly flicked through his computer screen, likely looking through Penelope’s files from her last two schools. 

She wondered if Alaric resented her, for everything that had happened. She’d never had to worry about that when she first broke up with Josie. While he’d been the headmaster at Salvatore’s, there’d been no room for him to take sides and if anything, Penelope wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him take Josie’s side - it was obvious he struggled to balance being a father and a headmaster all at once.

But now, they were in a different school, where maybe he could allow his love towards his daughters to take the forefront more often. Despite her silent disagreements Penelope had towards Alaric, mainly ones that involved him not telling Lizzie and Josie about the merge, she actually liked him. Surprisingly - even to her - she’d actually be quite disheartened if he treated her differently.

Eventually, Penelope cleared her throat, “Why did you leave the boarding school?” She asked, leaning back in her seat. In a way, she was relieved Alaric was her headmaster again, she didn’t feel like trying to suss out a brand new person.

Alaric was too occupied with the computer to look up, although Penelope didn’t take offence, she knew what he was like and it was just nice to have some sense of familiarity after everything that had happened since she’d come back.

“I thought the school would be more suited to a headmaster that can help better than I can.” He explained vaguely after a pause, looking up from the screen in front of him.

She let out a quiet burst of laughter, it had never been a secret that Alaric was ill-equipped when it came to running a school of supernatural teenagers. “You mean someone who’s not a human, right?” Penelope asked, earning a glare from Alaric.

“Penelope.” He began in a hiss, “You don’t know who could be listening.”

Penelope only shrugged in response, although she knew he was right, so she decided not to press any further. Even if she was hurting more than she’d care to admit, she knew throwing the rest of her former classmates under the bus would be unfair. Perhaps the council had stopped vampire hunting years ago, but there was no use in risking it.

“You applied for your enrollment quite late.” Alaric noted, looking up from his screen to shoot her a knowing glance. Maybe this Josie and Landon thing had been going on for a while. “Last night, to be exact. You’re lucky I recognised your name.”

Penelope could only pray that Alaric wouldn’t mention Josie. She wasn’t sure she could handle even the mention of her former girlfriend’s name right now.

She chose not to offer an explanation, to be safe, “So can I still enrol?” Penelope asked nonchalantly, like she had other options. Technically, she could go back to Belgium, but how would she even explain what had happened to her parents? They’d had no idea about her and Josie and for good reason, they never would have approved of the relationship.

Alaric nodded, “You can, but I don’t understand, Penelope.” He answered, finally tearing his full attention away from the computer, resting his arms on the desk he sat at, “You fit in well at the boarding school, you were well liked.. I just don’t see what you gain from coming here instead.”

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Penelope sat up straight. “Maybe I want a different experience.” She shot back, just about managing to hold back her sarcasm. She made a point of lowering her voice as she continued, “Besides, it’s not like I need help controlling my magic, I grew up around witches in the French Quarter.”

“And you’re sure there’s not another reason?” Alaric asked, as though he already knew but was just waiting for Penelope to confess the truth.

Penelope nodded in response; a lie that Alaric appeared to see right now.

He paused uncertainly, “Have you spoken to Josie since you got back? I know she missed having you around school.” Alaric commented, a statement that caused Penelope’s heart to sink.

She didn’t want to think about how Josie must’ve felt after she left, their tearful goodbye had been painful enough. She wondered how long it had taken after that for her to grow close with Landon, if he was just a rebound or if Josie really loved him - neither option was preferable.

“No, I broke up with her, remember?” Penelope clarified, feigning disinterest. She almost immediately dropped the act, more so out of shame rather than the fact that she was talking to Josie’s father. He probably didn’t think very highly of her after she broke his daughter’s heart the first time around. “If I see her, I’ll say hi..”

Seemingly satisfied with the answer he’d been given, Alaric momentarily returned his attention back towards the computer, clicking and typing a few times before he spoke, “Then congratulations, Penelope, you’re officially a student at Mystic Falls High.” He announced, not bothering to lace his tone with enthusiasm, he knew it was the last thing Penelope wanted.

With another click at the computer, a sheet of paper appeared from the printer behind Alaric’s desk, the machinery making a soft buzz. He turned around in his chair to grab the paper, handing it to Penelope. “This has your timetable and your locker number.” He stated, pointing towards each area where the necessary information was located.

Taking the paper in her hands, Penelope quickly skimmed over the information, enough to know that her first lesson of the day was History. She nodded, “Thanks, Alaric.” Penelope acknowledged.

“That’s Mr Saltzman to you.” Alaric corrected her half-heartedly. He shook his head, knowing that she wouldn’t listen, Penelope had been too close to Josie and the rest of the Saltzman family - excluding Lizzie, of course - to even consider Alaric an authority figure. “Just be careful what you call me around the other students.”

Penelope nodded again, humming in amusement as she stood up from her seat. “Yeah, sure.” She mumbled, gathering her things and folding up the sheet Alaric had given her, “I guess I’ll see you around then."

For the first time during the entire exchange, Alaric offered Penelope a smile. Strangely enough, Penelope found it reassuring, easing nerves she didn’t know she had about her first day, “Good luck today.” He said, “And welcome back to Mystic Falls.”

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legacies masterlist

elizabeth "lizzie" saltzman

ethan machado

hope mikaelson

jade salvatore

jedidiah "jed" tien

josette "josie" saltzman

kaleb hawkins

landon kirby

milton "mg" greasley

penelope park

rafael waithe

sebastian