#penelope x lizzie

[tvdufemslash]

Penizzie Gifs for @trihedaburden (2/2)

[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

[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.

[a-novel-addiction-2022]

By learning to truly love someone else, you learn to love the world. And yourself, which may be even harder.

Luna McNamara, Psyche and Eros

[erinsangel]

bridgerton post, can’t wait for part 2🫶

[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-

[wordsarelife]

Hey! I love your Lockwood&Co. works, they are so good, so I wanted to know if you could write something for Anthony Lockwood with the only one bed trope, just some awkwardness and fluff if thats possible

—cruel summer

pairing: anthony lockwood x fem!kipps!reader

summary: there’s just one bed, luckily y/n is the most brilliant person lockwood knows… or is she?

note: forced proximity, awkwardness, n/n= nickname

also thanks for your sweet words!! ❤️

“well, this is unfortunate” Lockwood muttered upon the sight in front of you. there was only a single bed in the motel room you two had booked for the night, with the rest of the rooms rented out as well

“oh, shit” you agreed, nodding

it wasn’t out of the ordinary that your brothers team would work with Lockwood and co these days. since Quill had lost his talent, he had appointed himself as the new supervisor of the latter. Not that Lockwood and you had minded, you always got a long pretty well, much to the dismay of your brother, but this was definitely uncomfortable.

you were out of london, in a little town, where a more or less dramatic ghost problem had popped up. you had just finished your mission and were about to catch the train, when it was announced that they wouldn’t drive out here until the next week.

so there wasn’t anything else you could do then get a room and wait until Quill would pick you up in the morning. gas was cheaper than paying horrendous cab prices.

“so…” Lockwood trailed off, watching your every move. you had set down your bag and went to inspect the bed. it wasn’t like… small, but it still wasn’t meant for two people

“okay, here’s what we do” you instructed “it’s build out of two parts, we drag them apart and leave a little bit in the middle, so it’s still wide enough for the both of us. then we put a blanket on top, so no one will fall inside, and even if we lay on top of it, the weight of the other will prevent us from falling”

“brilliant” Lockwood nodded open—mouthed. it’s not like he wasn’t used to your incredible intelligence. it had been especially weird when he first met you after knowing Kipps for such a long time. his brain couldn’t comprehend the fact that Quill Kipps out of all people had an extremely brilliant sister.

he helped you move the bed and arranged it to your liking

“just like that” you smiled clapping your hands together

“Kipps must be adopted” Lockwood joked and you smiled at his silliness

“he probably was” you agreed laughing, before you retracted to the bathroom to change into something more comfortable. it wasn’t like you brought sleepwear, but you had some comfortable clothing for the long train ride.

“can i come out?” you called into the room after a few minutes

“yes”

you stepped back into the room, just to have your street clothes meet the floor at the sight you were seeing in front of you

“why in hell are you shirtless?” you screeched, bending down and picking up your clothes and throwing the first thing that got into your hand

it wasn’t one of your most brilliant moments, you quickly realized, when it was your bra, Lockwood had caught and was now holding in front of his chest

“why did you throw your bra at me?” he screeched back, matching your tone and holding up the lazed clothing

“i asked first” you stomped forward and ripped the bra out of his hand

“it was hot” he shrugged his shoulders “there’s enough room now, so i thought you wouldn’t mind”

“well, i don’t”

“good”

“good”

you both got into the bed on your respective sides.

“good night”

“night”

— — — —

you were freezing. that’s why you cuddled even deeper into the person next to you. the bed beneath you was cold, so now you were nearly completely laying on his body

his body

—wait

you opened your eyes and noticed that you were no longer laying on the bed. you had fallen in between the open bit in the middle. the gap now as wide as the bed had been. the only thing you had tried to prevent.

but how was that possible? your idea had been perfect. the weight of the other would’ve prevented falling through it.

that’s when you remembered the body next to you. you turned your head and found the eyes of Lockwood, who had just woken up as well and had probably wondered the same as you

“ahhh” you screamed, Lockwood chiming in a second later. you both turned your heads away and found Kipps standing at the end of the room

he now joined your screaming as he noticed you both.

you were sure it had been minutes of you three screaming at each other, before you eventually stumbled onto your feet

“enough” you called

“what are you doing?” Quill stepped forward and stabled your body “why are you naked?” he then asked Lockwood, who was still sitting on the ground, only his trousers covered with the blanket. he was still not wearing a shirt so you deemed the question as fitting.

you swore you had never seen anybody stand up so abruptly like Lockwood, trying to prove that he was indeed not naked

but Quill, assuming the boy was naked, quickly raised his hands, covering his eyes, so he let go of you.

in a series of consequences of his quick actions, Lockwood stumbled forward, dragging you with him, the blanket still wrapped around both of your feet, so you couldn’t prevent you both from falling.

you hit the ground with a thud. a pillow flying up in the air as if you were in a cartoon.

“ouch” you muttered from on top of Lockwood

“i’m not naked” Lockwood said, so Quill would finally release his eyes and help you to stand up

sitting down on the bed across from you, with you both on the other side, he tilted his head.

“tell me what i’m supposed to think, entering this room and seeing you and my sister on the ground cuddling. you wearing nothing and she wearing an oversized shirt”

“well, if you put it like that” Lockwood looked up at the ceiling

“we weren’t cuddling”

“oh believe me, you were”

“yeah, but only because of a series of unfortunate events” Lockwood muttered, matter of factly

“see? i had a brilliant idea that should’ve prevented us from falling into the middle.. somehow it didn’t work”

“what was it?”

“we put that blanket on top. your sister was smart enough to know, that when one of us would lay on top of the middle, the others weight would stop them from falling”

“oh my god” Quill’s head sank into his hands “y/n, this is the first moment ever i’ve seen you being this dense”

“excuse me?!” you shrieked offended

“i mean, isn’t it obvious that to balance the weight, there would’ve needed to be another person on the other side of the bed”

“oh” you exclaimed

“yes oh” Quill laughed “now let me draw this out for you—“

“—i don’t think you need—“ Lockwood tried to stop your brother in the hopes to keep that big of dignity you both had left

“no, no, tony, please be my guest” Quill laughed “n/n, you move a lot in your sleep. you roll onto the middle, and— here i’m giving you the benefit of the doubt— lay there for a few minutes, well only until the blanket gave in. than you fall into the gap, and because tony here is still lying on top of the blanket, he is dragged in with you. and because you’re both heavy sleepers you probably just got comfortable”

“yeah—“

“—that could’ve been what happened—”

“—totally—“

“—obviously”

Quill watched as your heads turned to each other and kept on adding to the words of the other

“let me interrupt this” he muttered standing up from the bed “there’s just one thing i don’t get”

he walked across the room and bent down to the ground, picking up something.

“what is this?” he turned around dramatically and was holding your bra between his pinched fingers

“y/n’s bra?”

“my bra?”

you and Lockwood exclaimed at the same time, like Quill was officially interrogating you

“yeah, but why is y/n’s bra on the ground and not on your body?” he threw it towards you and you caught it

“because it’s uncomfortable?” you asked like it was obvious

“oh, okay, then forget the rest” Quill muttered “see you outside in ten. case closed” he bowed down like he was Mister Sherlock Holmes himself and left the room

“he might not be adopted” Lockwood quickly breathed

“yeah” you agreed “he might not be”

[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 😳

[echoglitch]

I just realized that I have not shown my new sketch’s of Hermitcraft x Epic the musical!!

So updates:

Grian-Ody

Scar- Penelope

Cleo- Hera

Tango-Circe

Skizz- Apollo

Impulse -Heppaestus

Joel- Ares

Lizzy- Aphrodite 

XB- Siren

Joe- Aeolus

And that’s who has been drawn so far!

[tvdufemslash]

Penizzie Gifs for @trihedaburden (1/2)

[trihedaburden]

Finally after a long hiatus (damn writer's block), I was able to update Unforeseen Discoveries. If y'all haven't read chapters 1-7 please do so - so that you can enjoy this chapter! As the pic says...I put everything I had into this one! Let me know what you think in the comments on AO3 🥹❤️ also kudos if you like it (please 🥺🫶🏻)

[girlkisser13]

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

[uncleasad]

I don’t know if Penelope Park x Lizzie Saltzman quite qualifies as rare pair (looks like there are 60 fics on AO3), but all the sentiments in the OP…so grateful to Liz and Alex for introducing them to me 🙏

fanfic writers who write for rare pair ships are treasures and I hope they all know about the impact they have on fandoms. like… they’re the ones bringing these ships to lives, they’re one of the few people who saw the potential between two characters whose dynamics, whether or not they interact in canon, were overlooked by most fans, and they created something beautiful out of these potential dynamics. like??? hello???? that is pure genius.

not to mention how they’re the lifelines for other people who enjoy these ships but didn’t have any fics to consume until these tireless writers spent hours or days or weeks or months or years writing about these characters and their relationships, and just shared the worlds they created with their audiences for free.

or how they singlehandedly introduced the ships to new people who would’ve otherwise never thought about these ships before.

how they could just make people fall in love with the dynamics between characters who have little to no canon screentime together.

how they could just make people fall in love with the dynamics between characters who aren’t lovers in canon, characters who don’t indicate any clear hint of romance in canon.

how they see what most fans don’t and how they create such beautiful worlds for these characters are simply insane.

fanfic writers who write for rare pair ships are treasures.

shoutout to every fanfic writer who writes for rare pair ships.

[delusionaldeadgirl]

I’d Bleed Myself Dry For You

Spencer Reid x Famous Singer!reader

Summary: Spencer’s ex is a famous singer. Penelope’s favorite to be exact. After what happened to Maeve, Spencer didn’t share his love life. The team finds out after the fact.

Warnings: Sad, Use of Y/N

Excitedly, Penelope runs out of her “lair” up to Derek with her laptop. Seeing as though there weren’t any cases, the team was just doing paperwork at the BAU.

“Woah slow down Baby Girl. What’s going on?” Derek asked. “ONLY MY FAVORITE SINGER Y/N LIVE-STREAMING HER DC SHOW!”

Spencer’s ears perked up at the name. No one knew their history. He didn’t want to seem suspicious at the mention of her so he just went back to what he was doing.

Penelope opened up her laptop. The lights of the venue twinkled like stars. Almost as if they were shining on her through the screen. She knew every one of Y/N’s songs, everything about her, except her past shared life with their very own Boy Genius.

As the music began, Penelope leaned closer to the screen, her heart racing. The first few songs flew by as the crowd was loud with excitement. But when Y/N introduced a new track, an immediate hush fell over the audience.

“This next song is about love and loss, and how the memories still linger”. By now Derek, Emily and JJ had all surrounded Penelope’s laptop. As the music started, Spencer couldn’t help but look up from his work to listen to Y/N’s song. As soon as it started playing he noticed he didn’t recognize it. Which isn’t common given his eidetic memory.

“Pull the plug in September”

“I don’t wanna die in June”

As the song went on, those around couldn’t help but be captivated by her performance. Even Spencer. What really captured their attention was soon, on a screen behind Y/N, home videos began to play.

“And the funny thing is I would’ve married you if you had stuck around”

Y/N sang with tears in her eyes.

In the series of clips, moments unfolded—sunlit days in the park, laughter over coffee, and momentary glimpses of a tall figure with curly brown hair. The hand on Y/N’s shoulder, the way he fit in frame. Penelope recognized those slightly awkward mannerisms anywhere.

“Wait is that…?” She whispered, shifting her eyes to look at Derek. “What’s going on?” he asked as he noticed her shift in demeanor, JJ noticing as well.

“That’s Spencer! It has to be!” She whispered, not very quietly. Emily leaned closer to the screen, piecing it together. “So that’s why he gets quiet when we bring up his love life” She said.

Spencer unbeknownst to what they were saying was entranced by the sound coming out of Penelope’s speakers. The marriage lyric hitting the hardest. He knew she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He let his traumas and doubts get in the way of what for the first time ever, felt like true love.

As the song continued, the lyrics tugged at Spencer’s heart. It was clear that this song was about a love that slipped away, a love that still held weight. Their love, she missed him as much as he missed her. He felt so stupid.

“I had no choice in the matter. Why would I? It’s only the death of me”

The final lines washed over them like a wave, and when the applause erupted from the audience, Penelope sat back breathless. “I can’t believe this. How could he keep this from us?”

Spencer rushed out of the bullpen. Derek crossed his arms, “Looks like Pretty Boy has some explaining to do”.

Penelope nodded, sympathy settling in her chest. “We need to make sure he knows we’re here for him.” JJ added.

“Very true. However I am rooting on getting them back together” Penelope said.

They all share a giggle at a classic Penelope anecdote, wondering how Spencer is processing this.

a/n: this is a common fic theme i love so i wanted to add something of my own to it. i’m not a writer so please be nice.