#hope x cleo

[elizabeth-forbes]

legacies meme: [3/6] dynamics

Cleo and Hope ━ Hope… thank you. Like I said, nobody's dying today.

[thesocietalmisfit]

[nighthcwling]

☈ CONTINUED FROM HERE 。 @magicianz

sᴀᴘᴘʜɪʀᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ as she laughed at Cleo's statement, the guys around school never having common sense was becoming 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤. ❛ Jed thrives on his attempts to impress - even the attempts to impress his pack with a ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴍᴇᴀʟ. ❜ brunette hair flipped over her shoulder as she turned around to her friend, a book swiftly being placed on the table between them. ❛ and let's be real, Landon and Wade will always get distracted or forget they're obligation to respond to crisis in a ᴛɪᴍᴇʟʏ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ. ❜

[bluebelleisabelle]

VIA SHEA FONTANA’S INSTAGRAM

OH MY GOD LET ME SHIT MYSELF AND BABBLE FOR A FEW MINUTES‼️

THEY MADE VALENTINES FOR EACH OTHER

AND SHEA FONTANA CONFIRMED THAT THE FIRST IMAGE IS FROM A NEW EPISODE COMING OUT

AAAA THEY’RE ON A DATE YOU GUYS

I AM SO BEYOND PUMPED FOR THIS

I LOVE GAY PEOPLE🩷🩷🩷🩷🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[fandoms--fluff]

Hello I just wanted to ask if you can do one where Hope has a little sister is another daughter of Hylie and Klaus is named Crystal Mikaelson, she is the light of Hope's eyes and she is the key for Hope to turn on her humanity crystal age is 6 months

The Little Key

Baby female Mikaelson reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: swearing, thats all

A/n: I did change the oc name to just y/n, cause that's what I'm used to writing and the age is a bit bumped up to around almost a year old to fit better with the fic, but she's still female. I hope you like it 💗

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Josie bounces you in her arms with one of her hands on the back of your head while you're crying your eyes out. Your sobs and crying are silent, wanting your big sister and everyone can tell you miss her even if you can't speak coherently yet.

You remember the feeling of another woman but she's been gone a long time. Now it's only Hope, your big sister, you have that same feeling with.

Josie holds you close and stands up from the couch in the living room, trying to quiet and calm you down a bit. Lizzie, Kaleb, MG, Finch, and Cleo are the only other ones in the room. They're all standing or sitting, trying to come up with a plan to get Hope's humanity back.

They hear heels clicking on the hardwood floor, "Hmm, I can help you with that. Stop trying" Hope walks into the Library with her arms crossed.

She glances at you for a moment before quickly moving her vision over to everyone else standing up now. Cleo starts a spell on her, but Hope picks up on it straight away and knocks the witch out with an easy spell. The older witch falls back onto the couch, unconscious.

"Hope, what are you doing here?" Josie asks, hiding your face under her jean jacket so you don't see any other incidents that may come.

"Do I need a reason to come back to my old school?" Hope rhetorically says.

You let out a loud whine, tears subsiding, hearing your sister's voice and wanting to go to her. You manage to escape from under Josie's jacket and make a grabby hand toward Hope while your other hand is holding onto Josie's shirt collar.

"What about your baby sister? The old you would have never been this unthoughtful" Josie exclaims, tightening her grip as hard as she can without hurting you.

Hope laughs with a scoff mixed in, she says, "This is your big plan? Saying some tiny touching thing about my sister and then insulting me? Heh, you can do better".

She started to walk over to the brunette twin. Lizzie moves quickly and stands in front of you both.

"What? You really think I'd hurt my own sister and the girl I had the smallest crush on for a measly week?" Hope chuckles at the taller girl.

She raises her hands and snaps the heretic's neck effortlessly before she could answer. After, she casts an immobilization spell on everyone except you.

Vamping over, Hope takes you into her arms and leaves the school before the spell wares off.

All of your tears immediately subside and your breathing levels out as you cling to the tribid.

She walks into the abandoned Mikaelson mansion that your guys' family used to live in for around two years. She's been staying in the house since a week after she turned her humanity off.

Hope walks up the staircase after locking the door and enters the room which she's taken, which is Klaus', or used to be anyways.

She puts you down on the bed and starts pacing back and forth. A second later you raise your hands up, wanting to be back in your sister's arms.

"What the hell is wrong with you, why'd you take her. There was absolutely no reason to, ughh. No, no way am I turning the damn thing back on. I see what your doing" Hope rambles to herself and her mind trying to get her to flip it back on, ignoring your pleas to be back in her hold.

"Hhh-o,mmhh" you whine, not being able to pronounce it.

You keep trying over and over, not being able to get it right, and Hope paying no mind to your babbling.

She can already feel her switch flittering between off and on, but she pauses as soon as she hears the word that comes out of your mouth.

"Ho...Hop... Hope" you finally pronounce correctly and yell out to your sister.

"What'd you just say?" She walks over and finally picks you up from the made bed.

"...Hope," you say again.

She closes her eyes, trying to fight off her switch, but after some time it was no use. Opening them back up slowly, she looks down at you in her grasp, holding onto a lock of her wavy auburn hair.

"Hey y/n/n, I'm sorry. I'm here now sweetie" Hope holds your tiny frame against her tightly, not wanting to let go.

You lay your head on her collarbone with a hand still in her hair, content and happy being back with your big sister.

"You said your first word" she whispers into your hair and kisses your head.

[bolly--quinn]

the year is 2003 and we believe in Cleo x Joan supremacy 

[legaciescw]

CLEO + HOPE Legacies | S03E11 You Can't Run From Who You Are

[lydiaas]

POPE HEYWARD and CLEO in S03E03 FATHERS AND SONS Well, I guess we got to come up with a handshake, right?

[d3eathcurbing]

Okie I finally finished my Clankie redraw and I did it before pride month ended which is great in my opinion considering how my life has been going lately which does make me feel a bit better, not perfect but better. This was originally supposed to be a quick sketch but I kept finding myself going back to add more onto it because drawing this brought out both a type of peace and frustration out of me yknow.

Seeing them casually dance makes me think of a type of happiness I wish I had in relation to my own personal queerness especially since I chose the name Frankie from the original iteration of the character in G1, so to see G3 Frankie not shy away from their queerness makes me hope for a better future if that makes sense. Even though the future currently looks bleak I want to hope that like these characters I won't have to hide who I am inside and be proud of who I am fully and truly.

[live-laugh-ukotoa]

Looks at you with big eyes

Zombiewood mayhaps? Or last life Scottpulse ?

IDONT WATCH ANY OF ThESE SO OF COURSE I'LL GIVE YOU BAR!ZOMBIEWOOD! ! :3 Cleo scowled as the annoying regular came back, sitting down and grinning at her. "Hey Cleo!~" Martyn attempted to imitate her accent, but it sounded horrible. "What do you want, Littlewood?" She said, rolling her eyes. "How rude! A drink, of course! ...and your number?" He attempted. She snorted at him, "that's the third time this week. You aren't getting it." "Aw, come on! Why not? Lighten up, loosen up!" He said, obviously trying to convince her. "Because I don't give my number out to random bar regulars?" "Well, clearly I'm not random if you know my last name! But if you need more convincing-" He took a deep breath, clearly about to rattle off a list of things about himself. She interrupted him, "No, Littlewood. Not interested." He pouted, clearly put out. "Fine, fine! If your sure, I guess. But-" "No buts. Now what drink do you want?" -~- "Bye, Cleo! I'll see you next time!" He winked, walking out of the bar. She groaned, prepared to close when something caught her eye. A napkin, with black letting on it. "My number, since you're so kind ;)" A number was attached to the napkin, and she felt her face warm. "...damn you and your stupid cute blonde hair, Littlewood." ok hope you enjoyed your very clearly romantic zomebiewood AND REMEMBER TO VOTE FLOWER HUSBANDS AT SCOTT SMAJOR SHIPPING BRACKET !!!!

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

el tejano - habbey oneshot

(this is inspired by the song el tejano by lauv and sofia reyes. you don't really need to know the song/lyrics to read it, but it would probably give context for certain details)

The grating sound of a creaky window being opened filled the dorm room, replacing the sound of Deuce aggressively typing up an essay that was due later that week. He didn’t look up, as he knew it was his closest companion, sneaking through the window. Was there even a curfew on weekends? No, but what Heath didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. 

Heath climbed into the room and threw himself down on his roommate’s bed, sighing dramatically. Deuce kept his eyes on his laptop and paid him no mind. Heath sat up and sighed even louder, which sounded more like a strangled scream.

Deuce chuckled to himself and rolled his desk chair towards the bed. He reached out to stop the chair from hitting the footboard and smiled at his best friend.

“Well, someone sure wants my attention,” Deuce said smugly.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Ask me how my day was!” Heath kicked off his shoes and brought his legs up to sit cross-legged. 

“And you can’t just tell me, because…?”

“Because…suspense,” Deuce rolled his eyes, “and because no one else asked how my day was going the entire time I was out,” Heath said with a slight pout.

“Fine,” Deuce turned around to sit backward in his chair and crossed his arms over the back, “How was your day, Heath?”

Heath flailed his hands in excitement, “Great question!” Deuce held back a laugh, “I went to the park, made friends with some zombie dogs, and saw a flyer for this new nightclub place for teens. I went because, duh, and it was decorated to have this beachy vibe and I love the beach.”

Deuce nodded along, “Mhm…”

“And I stayed there for the rest of the night. but, there’s more!” Heath clapped his hands together. 

“How can there be more if you stayed there all night?” 

“I met a girl! I, Heath Burns, met a girl!” 

“Huh, good for you, man,” Deuce pushed himself off the bed and attempted to keep writing his paper.

“Wait, wait, I gotta tell you all about it,” Heath climbed off the bed and headed towards his side of the room, just barely saving himself from tripping over his sneakers. 

“Fine, but I gotta finish this,” Deuce gestured to his open document, “I promise I’m listening, go ahead.”

Heath plopped down into his own desk chair, “So you know Nirvana right? That human band?” Deuce hummed and nodded. “Apparently, there are Spanish covers of their songs, which is a sentence I never thought I’d say, but they were, like, the majority of the playlist.”

Deuce furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Heath, “Nirvana of all bands has multiple covers in Spanish?” 

“Yuh, and me and the girl just danced to them and talked all night. What did we talk about?” Heath didn’t wait for Deuce to answer, “Great question”.

Deuce chuckled to himself as he finished a paragraph. 

“I learned a lot about her, like, she’s from the Himalayas, and she actually knows some of the same people we do. She knows Cleo and Lagoona and even Clawdeen, isn’t that so interesting?” Deuce nodded absentmindedly. “She even asked me if I watched that human show, um…” Heath searched his brain for the title, “Friends! That’s it!” 

“Oh, that show about the six friends in the coffee shop or whatever?” Deuce leaned back in his chair looking over his last couple of paragraphs. 

“Yeah! I told her that Phoebe was probably my favorite character so far.”

“The blonde one?” Deuce asked.

“Mhm, and she actually agreed with me and we laughed and laughed.”

“How did you of all people, no offense, get a girl to talk to you and dance with you? For such a long period of time?” Deuce started a new paragraph and slightly laughed at the idea of Heath fumbling over his words trying to ask a girl to dance.

“Well actually, you jerk, she came up to me. I had just ordered some salsa for my chips, I had chips, I didn’t think it was important to mention, and she walked up to me. She asked if she could sit with me and try some of my food.”

“And you let her, because only you would share your food with an absolute stranger,” Deuce said, saying the last part under his breath.

“I heard that, and yes, I did. She sat down and asked me if the salsa was mild. I stupidly said that it was hotter than mild because I thought it would impress her but turns out she has problems with hot food. Deuce, I almost scared her away!”

Deuce couldn’t keep his laughs quiet anymore and let a loud guffaw leave his mouth, “See, this is why I didn’t believe that you were able to keep her interested enough to dance with you.” 

“Rude, but I quickly took it back and said it was a joke. She stayed, thank gods, and then one of the Nirvana covers came on, she pulled me to the dance floor, I, of course, had to keep my fire under control, and the rest is the greatest love story to ever take place.”

“Sounds like an amazing night, Heath. What was her name?” Deuce finished up his final paragraph and hit save. Should he have proofread it? Sure, but he might as well give the end of Heath’s story his full attention.

“Yeah...about that, once the club got closer to closing time, she left pretty quickly, and I never…actually caught her name…” 

Deuce stopped moving. He did not hear that right, he couldn't have, “You don't,” Deuce closed his eyes in preparation for disappointment, “know her name?” 

“No, I do not,” Deuce could practically hear the sheepish look Heath had on his face as he spoke. 

Deuce did a sharp inhale and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I mean this in the nicest way possible, dude, you're hopeless.” 

“Yeah, I know. But what matters is that she seemed to be having fun and I know I had fun,” Heath got out of his chair and started to change into his pajamas. “That’s a win in my book.” 

“A win is a win,” Deuce reluctantly said. 

Heath finished getting dressed and sprawled out on his bed, “I wonder if she’s thinking about me right now.”

“Maybe, Heath, maybe.”

In a dorm room, on the other side of the school was a blue-skinned girl and her friends gathered in a circle. Giggles left the friends’ mouths as the girl spoke.

“He assured me that the salsa wasn’t actually that hot and so I tried it, it was really good, and we just hit it off right away,” it was hard for Abbey to keep her excitement in check as she recounted the story of the boy she had met that night. 

“And then what happened?” Lagoona chirped.

“Then the music changed and I dragged him to the dance floor,” Abbey took a second to chuckle to herself, “He was such a bad dancer,” another chuckle fell from her lips.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Ghoulia reached a hand to Abbey’s knee in comfort.

“No, no, it was endearing. I loved how bad he was at dancing because he knew he was bad but he was so confident about it. It made me laugh.”

Ghoulia hummed and took her hand away. 

“Ya know, orange skin, red hair, I think I know the guy you’re talking about,” Cleo, who had been trying to act like she didn’t think Abbey’s story was absolutely adorable, finally chimed in to the conversation, “What was his name again?”

“Oh, I never actually asked for it. I didn’t tell him mine either. Guess that wasn’t my smartest move,” Abbey said, giggling to herself. 

“You utter fool,” Cleo reprimanded her but couldn’t stay mad at her very happy friend. 

“Yeah, I know. But I had so much fun, guys, and I think he did too. I swear I saw his hair become fire for a second when we were dancing.” 

Cleo definitely knew who the guy was by now but she held her words. Why ruin the moment by letting everyone know that Abbey was dancing with Cleo’s ex’s best friend? Besides, it was bound to be funny when the two would inevitably run into each other when classes started in a couple days.

[princehugo]

they made Cleo a lesbian which is all I ever wanted but I can't even appreciate it because they handled it so fucking badly because this season's showrunners are allergic to having genuine authentic character moments that matter and I hate being upset but I AM

[lovelygirlinbleu]

will never get over them :(

[dragonbinx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Legacies (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hope Mikaelson/Lizzie Saltzman, Ben/Jedediah "Jed" Tien, Kaleb Hawkins/Cleo Sowande, Milton "MG" Greasley/Ethan Machado Characters: Hope Mikaelson, Lizzie Saltzman, Ben (Legacies), Jedidiah "Jed" Tien, Kaleb Hawkins, Cleo Sowande, Milton "MG" Greasley, Ethan Machado, Finch Tarrayo, Wade (Legacies), Pedro (Legacies) Additional Tags: Football, Comedy of Errors, Romantic Fluff, Idiots in Love, Petty Rivalry Summary:

“Well. That was a disaster.”

Ethan groaned pathetically.

Hope looked meaningfully at her girlfriend, who only shrugged. “What? It was.”

The Squad plays the third flag football game and it goes worse than usual. No one can keep their new powers in check, no one can make out without getting interrupted, and no one is having a good time. Featuring multiple ships, some reluctant Wade and a little Pedro, petty Lizzie and Jed, and destruction. I know nothing about football but I tried anyway. GO, TEAM, GO!!!

[multistoty]

Endless OBX Edits

@pogueframed @jaymaybnk @cfknights

[tvdufemslash]

The Tribrid and the Muse

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