#hizzie fic

[terapsina]

Hope/Lizzie: Dealer’s choice! 21, 22, 23, or 25!

(lets try to go for broke and pick all)

21. sharing long term dreams, goals and aspirations with one another 22. playful teasing 23. being unable to keep their eyes off of them 25. finding comfort in their scent

--- ao3 ---

Lizzie Saltzman shone.

She was... the most alive person Hope knew. It was hard to look away from, - which... a bit ironic that, considering how it was Hope who killed her.

But it was the truth all the same.

Even on a night like any other, where they were just hanging out in the library going through piles of grimoires and fairy tale books - and what were their lives that both were equally useful now? - the last ones still awake, with everyone else having abandoned them almost an hour back. Even here, under the simple light of the table lamp, Lizzie pulled Hope's eye like a magnet.

Lizzie's hair was pulled up in a messy bun, with little golden tufts of hair fallen out of place and tickling her neck. Little micro-expressions flit over Lizzie's face as she read, - a scrunch between the eyebrows; a sharpening in her gaze as she leaned closer to the book; a brief uptick to the corners of her lips as she took a brief note.

Hope's chest ached with the increasingly familiar sensation of longing.

It was getting harder trying to hide it. If this was what Lizzie had felt during Hope's dramatic roller coaster of a romance with Landon, she didn't know how Lizzie had dealt with being Hope's one big constant at the time.

Which was exactly what Lizzie had been. And it was so easy to see that with all the reflection available to Hope now.

Lizzie had always been there. Having Hope's back, helping Hope even when it nearly cost her everything. Even when they fought, even during the moments in time when Lizzie would proclaim her hatred of Hope, Lizzie would always - always - come through.

And Hope had begun to take it for granted.

"Lizzie?" she asked spontaneously "What do you want to do?"

"What?" Lizzie looked up, blinking rapidly a few times, like she was trying to wipe away the imprint of pages and pages of text from the back of her eyelids. "Figure out how to deal with this brownie infestation?"

"No, I mean... when we leave the Salvatore Boarding School, what will you do?"

"Oh," she bit into her lip and Hope felt it like a slice of a heated blade somewhere deep within the lining of her stomach, her fingertips tingled with the urge to reach over and run them against Lizzie's bottom lip to ease the tiny sting. "I... don't really know. I mean I want to go to college. Go visit Josie in London. But existentially? With potentially the rest of all of eternity? No idea."

There was a moment of heavy silence as the air between them seemed to stretch, their eyes caught by a single spiderweb string.

Frazzled, she grasped for something to say.

"I miss New Orleans," she admitted quietly, "I miss seeing my family."

After her dad died Hope had... kind of walled herself off from everyone. Sometimes she blamed her aunts and uncles for letting her. They hadn't at first, of course, had called nearly every week and visited more than a few times too. But Hope had barely spoken to them, the pain too deep, missing both her dad and her mom too much.

She'd let the calls go to voicemail. Barely spoke during the visits until Rebekah, Marcel, Kol and Aunt Freya finally started giving her the space she'd been fighting for.

It was probably because they didn't quite operate on a mortal timetable. Didn't quite remember anymore what a year or two meant to someone who was sixteen and not one thousand and sixteen.

"I'd like to go to New Orleans someday," Lizzie's eyes dug into her in a way that made Hope think she really could see right through her and into Hope's head. Like she saw into the very depths of Hope's heart and saw it laid bare.

She wondered if she was translucent enough for there to be Lizzie's own face staring back at her.

"I could show you," Hope offered with a traitorous skip in her heartbeat. One that by the way Lizzie's eyes slipped briefly to Hope's chest she had clearly heard too. "I could introduce you to my family, I think they'd like you."

Which was a bit of an understatement, she could already picture Aunt Rebekah taking one look at Lizzie - or better yet, the way Hope's eyes had lately been going to Lizzie with something like a compulsion - and starting to grin like she was having the best day of her millennia-long life.

She wondered what it said about her... feelings, that the thought was strangely compelling instead of terrifying.

"Okay," Lizzie said and pulled Hope back into the present.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I'll come meet your scary family. But just so you know, if I die I'm going to have to sucker punch Frodo and come back as a ghost to haunt you," Lizzie said, tone very frank and practical.

Hope fought back a smile.

It was strange, Lizzie's careless mention of Landon should have hurt and yet somehow it just reminded her that he was still... there. Somewhere in the grand space of reality he wasn't truly gone.

And somehow, as was Lizzie's way, she'd said the exact right thing in what might have been misconstrued by someone who didn't know Lizzie as the exact wrong way to say it. It wasn't though. It was just... the Lizzie way to say it.

And Hope kind of loved-

Lizzie.

Hope loved Lizzie.

The thought wasn't new exactly. She'd been thinking it with increasing frequency in the past few months - and with a strangely more pointed edge since Lizzie and MG had broken up; like the side of her that had taken over when she'd switched off her humanity was getting bored with Hope's pace.

Or her complete absence of pace.

Instead Hope just... stewed. At first, not ready to move on from Landon. Then, not ready to face what she'd done to Lizzie and how making her own growing feelings for Lizzie obvious might hurt her just as she was clearly moving on from her confession to Hope. And once she'd dealt with that, there was the fear of being too late.

Hope had hurt her. Hope had hurt her so much. She had killed her, it would only be rational to have moved on from whatever it was she felt for Hope.

And yet Lizzie had remained Hope's best friend and one constant - something Hope was no longer stupid enough to take for granted or to abuse.

And sometimes - like right now - Hope caught Lizzie staring back. A look of something deeply fond on her face, like Hope's brief, swallowed smile had pushed everything else out of Lizzie's head.

"Oh, screw it," Lizzie said under her breath and in one vampire-quick movement of air moved around the table, grasped Hope lightly by the back of her neck, and pulled her forward until Hope's lips landed against Lizzie's.

Blood rushed to her head as she leaned even further into Lizzie's hold on the sheer rush of instinct and pleasure. Lizzie's lips were warm and tasted of cherry lip balm. Her scent, which Hope usually tried to push into the background - she did kinda still need to function sometimes - exploded around her with overpowering strength. It made Hope dizzy and giddy.

She wanted to fall asleep to that scent, to wake up to it, to-

Lizzie kissed her like she was trying to prove a years-old point. And Hope kissed her back like she was finally ready to listen. Their lips moving against each other with the need to meld together. Her own hand moving under nearly its own power to slide Hope's fingers between the messy strands of Lizzie's hair, swallowing into their kiss the response of the little, contracting gasp of air Lizzie released in response.

She'd been wanting this for so long. Waiting. Hoping.

And then, as the emotion of it all reached some kind of crescendo Hope felt veins begin pulsing under the skin of her eyelids, - with the hot need for Lizzie, to pull her close, so close they'd never be parted from this moment - when her suddenly sharpening teeth accidentally nicked the skin of Lizzie's lips.

"'Sorry," Hope gasped at Lizzie's hiss, pulling back, panting heavily.

"It's fine. Though... it's a good thing I used your blood," Lizzie said, rueful and a bit dazed, a look of a tiny smirk blooming on her lips and glinting over her eyes, "it would be very annoying needing to drink from you every time you bit me."

Hope's eyes widened with a brief spike of panic. Werewolf venom.

"Are you okay, do you feel anything? Maybe you should still- just to be safe-"

"Chill, sweetie" Lizzie soothed her, running a reassuring finger over the side of Hope's face "I'm fine. If you'd just poisoned me I'd feel it, Mom told me how it feels, and see?" she extended her lip in brief pout "Already healed."

Hope's eyes flicked back to Lizzie's lips and she swallowed, feeling heat rush onto her face.

An extended beat passed before an old lesson they'd had once also managed to push forward from the back of her mind, reminding her that also-

"You're a heretic, heretics can pull the magic from the bite."

"Oh, right. I forgot. I'm awesome," Lizzie grinned and swung forward to plant a tiny kiss on the very tip of Hope's nose.

Hope smiled, something warm flickering within again and then growing slightly more serious. Asked, "Why did you kiss me?"

Lizzie had never tried to kiss Hope before, not even during their ill-fated road trip when Hope's darker side was behind the wheel and had left more than a few openings for it. She was glad for it now, though, not because Hope thought she'd have regretted it happening - she knew she wouldn't have - but because she was afraid of how she might have hurt Lizzie's heart further with her gaping, empty lack of care.

Or her possessiveness. There had been quite a bit of that in the No Humanity version of Hope where Lizzie was concerned.

"Because you were taking too long," Lizzie smirked matter-of-factly.

Hope widened her eyes in mock offense, enjoying Lizzie's teasing "Was not!"

"I'm immortal now but I think I still would have died of old age before you came out and actually-"

"I would have said something eventua-"

"Hope Andrea Mikaelson, you would have let the universe crumble into dust before you went ahead and actually-"

Well, with fighting words like those there was only one thing Hope could do.

This time, Hope kissed her.

[lesbiansaltzman]

There she is. The sea incarnate. Wild and unpredictable and with hidden depths none can know. It could be contested which of the two the crew was more at mercy of, the sea or Hope Mikaelson.

hizzie, alternate universe — pirates, slow burn, friends to enemies, enemies to lovers, lesbian lizzie saltzman, bisexual hope mikaelson

Her face was porcelain and her smile vindictive. A shark, terrifying and ethereal. “I’ve come for Saltzman,” she said. Her name was the last she expected on Hope’s lips. “Which one?” said the orderly. Though, Hope’s eyes had begun scanning the place. The wick of her patience already scorching to its end. Her eyes swung until her gaze landed on Josie’s. “That one.”

[rhaenizziettie]

PSA for Hizzie and Jenizzie writers: They're stealing your stuff too.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/307057882?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=alegacyofmonsters&wp_originator=hDtAjfN0tv9eGIyq8hWXUfKH34i5RDrnEjScfbTODdqCHYS7so9AlDzqcLvwu9MPNXXS8MQd56LwAOmJybOntSA0P9EHai5IlCFjmn0unnRQjEqUY5SRhIVk6HZ51jVg

You can report even if you're not the one who wrote the story being stolen! Just drop a link to the original work and let Wattpad do the rest.

I was wondering if you had a account on Wattpad under the name mikaelsonsblood bc they have a new story that very much yours and I just wanted you know just in case this was a case of plagiarism

Thank you VERY MUCH for letting me know. I am extremely grateful to you. My username at wattpad is adlyb_ but I don't publish on that website. All of my fics can be found here on tumblr under this account, or on ao3 and ffn under my usual penname adlyb.

This person-- mikaelsonsblood-- is a repeat plagiarist. They have plagiarized me before, as well as several other klena writers. In this case, they are copy and pasting (The Stars Were Brightly Shining) word for word and trying to pass it off as their own. To add insult to injury, they muted me from the last time I caught them so as to try to fly under the radar.

If you or anyone reading this write for klena, or hosie, or if you write drarry or douchifer, I highly recommend checking their page and making sure your work has not been plagiarized. Here is the link to their "published works."

This is an extremely frustrating situation for me. As all of you who follow me here know, I have precious little free time to devote to fandom as it is-- I WANT to be using that free time to write fics and answer your kind messages, not track down story stealers. This directly takes away from my ability to update, and it also is just incredibly upsetting and infuriating on top of all of that.

Anyway, thank you for kindly pointing this out. You really did me a solid.

[enobariasdistrict2]

guys "i can't be the one to stop you" is literally THE hizzie/lizzie episode of all time. lizzie in a hot vampire hunting outfit, stabbing "hope" (being possessed by aurora but whatever, semantics) in the hand at a ROMANTIC DINING LOCATION WITH A LITERAL ROSE IN BETWEEN THEM AND TWO REDWINE GLASSES? comparing the unhinged dynamic between two vampire exes to hope stealing her butterfly clip? and then her literally desperately stalling killing hope once she actually had the chance/ability to? and her little gay panic malfunction of "you're not gonna kill me hope!!" lizzie had it down so bad for hope this episode and they were so insane for it i love them

[isagrimorie]

Hizzie: 9, 11 and 16.

from this fandom ask game:

9. ...what my ideal endgame for them is.

After a reasonably slow burn, they become a couple at the end of season 5 and officially at the beginning of season 6.

It starts with Hope realizing she's fallen for Lizzie, but she's not pushing it because she feels guilty for what she did to Lizzie when Lizzie confessed to her -- and because her family finally told her what 'siring' meant among vampires.

Hope would think she blew it.

Especially now that MG and Lizzie are dating. And y'know it's nice -- to the outsider it is nice. They don't fight and it's all anyone can reasonably ask for, a nice relationship with hardly any drama.

And Lizzie is trying to make it work. She thinks she owes it to herself and MG to make it work and she and Hope are friends. What more can a girl ask right?

After quite a comedy of errors and pining, all from Hope's point of view, with a few puzzled pensive looks from Lizzie. MG and Lizzie break up. It has nothing to do with Lizzie knowing about Hope's feelings but she suspects, hopes maybe.

But no, Lizzie and MG break up amicably because they both realize -- they're just not working as a couple. They are much better friends.

Meanwhile, as friends and as partners, Lizzie and Hope have been doing really, really well. And in true Mikaelson fashion -- and maybe to Hope's annoyance she's more like her Uncle Elijah than she thought-- because she does random things to make Lizzie happy without even telling her.

Cleo's noticed, of course, and has encouraged Hope to speak up. Hope doesn't want to and she seems to be on a mission to improve herself. Of course, Lizzie finds out about Hope's self-improvement mission, and as a self-proclaimed queen of self-improvement, Lizzie sets out to help her.

TLDR culminates in a major moment-- a battle, or after a battle, or even an afterparty of a battle, Hope and Lizzie end up alone and Hope finally confesses to Lizzie, and Lizzie just smiles at Hope, "Took you long enough, Mikaelson."

And kisses Hope.

11. ...how quickly I started shipping them when I got into the fandom.

Pretty fast tbh-- I'm a sucker for rivals-to-lovers tropes, but also I felt a spark from them on the 4th episode? For someone who hated Hope so much, Lizzie listened really intently and very compassionately when Hope gave her advice about grief.

gifset here

The scene in season 1 is the first time I low-key shipped Lizzie with Hope.

And to have it called back in season 4????? That Lizzie remembered and internalized what Hope said? How can I not ship them?

Of course, the roadtrip episode leading to Hope and Lizzie finding out that their whole rift was not real after all. And then cascading to the beautiful moment in the dance with Lizzie helping Hope with her anxiety and panic and later Hope doing the same for her.

But the nail in the coffin to my shipping them?

Lizzie remembers Hope in season 2 and waking up, saying: Hope Andrea Mikaelson!

From then on it is a straight shot to Shipsville.

16. ...three of my fic recs for this ship. And (in the event that I've written something for them) one of my fics involving them that I'm most proud of.

Oh boy this is actually hard since I haven't been reading a lot of Hizzie fic.

So, possibly recents first:

Catch Her a Catch by Tamoline

“Oh!” She rolls her eyes at herself. “Of course.” She doesn’t say that it was obviously lingering sorrow over a mention of something Hope no longer has. Lizzie’s always been more solution oriented anyway. “We need to find Hope a boyfriend.” Honestly, the idea’s so simple, Lizzie’s astounded she hasn’t thought of it before. Lizzie gets an idea in her head. Chaos ensues.

Lizzie tries to set-up Hope. It goes as well as you'd think.

Deep End series by cheektocheekinhell

It starts with a road trip with no Humanity Hope and Lizzie and it ends with a road trip to New Orleans.

The Charleston by Terapsina

Lizzie's panicking about having forgotten about the latest Mystic Falls dance, when Hope knocks on the door of her room and Lizzie gets an idea.

Because I really adored this. It was light and sweet and I can just see this happening.

[alltid-og-for-evig]

[vorpalmuchness]

aesthetic for the Unrelated Legacies Fics series on ao3 by @terapsina

There are 12 so far and they're all Hope/Lizzie!

[a-biochemist-not-a-bird]

"You aren't some super special hero who's going to save everyone from the horrors of society. You are a teenager with a martyr complex. A child."

in other words, Chapter 4 of the Carmilla!AU is up

[alltid-og-for-evig]

AU-gust fics accountability/update:

Canon Divergence: Strange Bedfellows, Margo/Kady - Complete, 1,664 words

Colorless: There's a Place Where the Lost Things Go, Legacies Multi (hizzie, lethan, maleb, immortalfury, finsie, benjed) - Incomplete, 483 words

Dark Academia: Untitled, Chris/Adrian - Complete, 6,164 words

Zombie Apocalypse: To Die By Your Side (the pleasure, the privilege is mine, Stan/Jimmy - Complete, 1,954 words

Chess Players: There's No Deal, Partner (who's your real partner?), Klaus/Hayley - Complete, 1,023 words

Reality Show (Joker) Wings: Untitled, Chris/Adrian - Complete, 648 words (might rewrite)

Farm/Ranch: Untitled, Bonnie/Caroline - Incomplete, 781 words

Nomad: Nice, Jen/Cleo - Complete, drabble (might expand)

Accidental Baby Acquisition: Untitled, Margo/Kady - Complete, 274 words

Enemies to Allies: Are We Allies or Enemies?, FCG/FRIDA - Complete, 1,792 words

Retail Worker: Untitled, MG/Kaleb - Complete, 2,836 words

Animagus (Joker) Thriller: My Dear It's Worth the Pain (when they're pulling your insides out), Hope/Lizzie - Incomplete, 1,353 words

Found Footage: Untitled, Finch/Josie - Incomplete, 74 words

Princes & Princesses: Poison Hidden in My Tooth, Landon/Ethan - Incomplete, 643 words

Secretly Alien (Joker) Everybody Lives: Untitled, Hope/Lizzie/Landon/Ethan - Incomplete, 145 words

Hobby Drama: Untitled, Fearne/Ashton - Complete, drabble

Flower Shop: Untitled, Jen/Cleo - Incomplete, 222 words

Space Travel: Untitled, Legacies Multi - Incomplete, 117 words

Spies: We Might Be Double-Crossing the Line, Hope/Lizzie - Incomplete, 552 words

Crossover/Fusion: New Beginnings, Legacies/Magicians Multi - Incomplete, 171 words

Absurd Tragedy: I'm An Accident Waiting to Happen (so happy I happened to you), Landon/Ethan - Incomplete, 487 words (might rework)

Orphan (Joker) Guardian: Untitled, Margo/Kady - Incomplete, 357 words

Musician: Untitled, Landon/Ethan - Incomplete, 271 words

Pretend Hate: Don't Make Me Be the Bad Guy, Hope/Landon/Lizzie - Incomplete, 1,179 words

Scientists: Untitled, Barbara/Tabitha - Incomplete, 143 words

Victorian Era: Untitled, Legacies Multi - Incomplete, 84 words

Younger/De-Aged: i Feel So High School, Klaus/Hayley - Incomplete, 116 words

Caretaker: Untitled, Hope/Landon/Lizzie - Incomplete, 78 words (might rework)

Forced into Hiding: Untitled, Legacies Multi - Incomplete, 641 words

The Beginning of the World: Untitled, Legacies Multi - Incomplete, 88 words

Two of ^ - Crossover/Nomad: Not Started

The AUgust Writing Challenge

Ask me about my wips!

[doyelikehaggis]

Trying to decide whether to keep a fic from my drafts as henelope or turn it into a hizzie fic.

[terapsina]

An Ode to a Confession - hizzie fic

- ao3 -

'I came here wanting to make you hurt...'

Hope knew that she and Lizzie should have talked about it. The huge, enormous revelation that Lizzie had dropped in her first desperate attempt at getting Hope's humanity to turn back on.

She should have done something to acknowledge that she'd heard her.

'...like you hurt all of us...'

Lizzie had bared her heart to the darkest parts of Hope's soul and had offered that heart for breaking. And Hope had broken it. She knew that.

Both her heart and-

'...but seeing you in front of me I...'

She could still feel the way Lizzie's neck cracked under Hope's short, swift twisting of fingers; could still remember the way it might as well have been the fragile skeleton of a dove for the amount of care or regret Hope had shown at the act.

The least she could have done later, once she was herself again, would have been to give Lizzie the courtesy of recognizing the confession for what it had been.

'...I hate this. I hate how many good memories I have of you...'

And yet she had remained silent.

Out of guilt for killing her. And out of fear because Hope knew that she would also need to take a closer look at the thing that had motivated her during that crucial moment.

'...I hate that I have to be the one to do this because no one else will...'

She had run from everyone else. Had left all her friends in Mystic Falls once she'd decided on that ruinous murder bender she'd gone on. Had only really hurt Alaric as her warning.

She could have run from Lizzie too. But the truth was that Lizzie had nearly touched Hope's humanity, she'd felt it, twinging and twisting inside her chest, burning with Lizzie's words.

'...but most of all I hate you...'

It had been the toss of a coin on whether or not Hope might have turned it on right then. Heads and Hope would have come back to Lizzie. Tails and she'd only pretend to.

Fate had landed on tails.

'...for being my friend...'

But Lizzie had proven herself a threat to that icy wall Hope had built. And so Lizzie had had to go.

It had been self-preservation and self-destruction merged into one. If Lizzie had not drunk her Tribrid blood before coming to face her, Hope would have - in one act - committed herself to that terrible, emotionless existence.

'...and for being a part of my weird messed-up family...'

Because even then - even that pale, awful version of her - had known that Hope would have never been able to face a reality where she had murdered Lizzie Saltzman.

The grief and the guilt she'd run from because of having needed to kill Landon was one thing. It had gutted her, - it still gutted her and always would - but that at least had been for a purpose.

'...and for making me love you Hope Mikaelson...'

Killing Lizzie because Lizzie loved her? Killing her for no reason other than to make sure that there would never come a future where Hope might come to admit the same? A future where Hope would have to risk the same kind of agony she had only escaped by turning everything off?

No. Hope would have never been able to face such a reality.

'...because no matter how far you go...'

And there was a hidden truth here.

Because Lizzie had already meant so much to Hope. Her friend. Her partner in battle and in magic. The person who had driven her mad with frustration for years before they'd finally gotten past all those many misunderstandings. The only one who remembered Hope when no one should have been able to. The same one who - as she broke the bond and left her behind - punched and cracked that frozen glass keeping apart the mirror images of Hope and her loss.

'...no matter how evil you become...'

That Lizzie had already buried something deep within Hope's immortalized heart. A little seedling of something powerful; something bright and unbreakable; something that needed only a little time and light to grow.

And Lizzie deserved to know that. She deserved an answer instead of a lie.

'...apparently, I can't be the one to stop you.'

Time had ticked ahead but Hope had remained silent. Had left unspoken the things that should have been faced.

And now... now time seemed to be trickling through the spaces between her fingers like sand.

Lizzie had been brave. Lizzie was always brave.

And Hope was trapped like a mosquito in a glue trap. Uncertain if Lizzie still waited for that answer. Or if giving it now would be yet another cruelty that would break something once again.

'...Hope? Are you...?'

[bibridlizzie]

Lizzie gets captured. Hope and Jen come to her rescue and feelings are discussed. (Hizzie, Jenlizzie)

For TVDU femslash week Day One: Knight in Shining Armor

[dragonbinx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Legacies (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hope Mikaelson/Lizzie Saltzman Characters: Lizzie Saltzman, Hope Mikaelson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates Summary:

But then came a day when Lizzie had thirty minutes before she had to be at work and no milk for her cereal, so she looked around to make sure Hope was still in her room before reaching for Hope's milk carton.

And then shrieked and dropped the milk on the floor, splashing it all over the kitchen tile.  Except it wasn’t milk.

It was blood.

Lizzie is pretty sure her new roommate Hope is a vampire. Inspired by season one Carmilla.

[true-unicorn-queen]

Summary:

“Hope…”

Hope laughs, rough, as if she’d said something ridiculous. “Hope isn’t home darling.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Lizzie says. Hope Mikaelson wasn’t this easy to take down. Hope Mikaelson is too stubborn to be this easy. Hope was too annoying to let it go.

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Look it's whumptober 2022 fic. I'm finally done procrastinating on publishing it.

[lesbiansaltzman]

procrastinating working on my fic by making a moodboard for said fic

[darthluffy]

hey! just wondering if there will be another update to your hizzie fic? missing the eventually series greatly.

Right about… now. New chapter of This Is What It Feels Like is out now