Note: Literally wrote this in 10 minutes. I love her to death.
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The water is still steaming when you turn off the tap, the faint scent of lavender drifting up in slow, dreamy curls. Candlelight flickers along the tiles, softening every corner of the bathroom into something warm, something safe. You test the warmth with your fingers — just right. A long exhale leaves your chest, your shoulders finally releasing the tension you hadn’t realized you were holding all day.
You hear her soft footsteps before you see her.
Ariana appears in the doorway, hair twisted into a loose bun, a few strands falling free around her face. She’s tucked into one of your oversized robes, her small hands hidden in the sleeves, her eyes still heavy from the long day she’d had. She smiles at you — that gentle, sleepy smile she saves for the moments she doesn’t have to perform.
“Hey,” she murmurs, voice low, velvety. “Is it ready?”
You nod and open your arms slightly. “Come here.”
She crosses the room slowly, like walking toward you is the only place she ever means to be. You slip into the bath first, stretching out carefully — you’ve always been the taller one, and the tub fits you only because you bend your knees slightly. The water wraps you in warmth, loosening muscles, slowing your pulse.
Ariana unties her robe and sets it aside, moving with a kind of trust that still makes something inside you flutter. She steps in gently, testing the water with her toes before easing herself down. Her skin glows in the candlelight, soft curves and soft shadows, but what catches your breath — always — is the softness in her expression. How she looks at you like she’s found home.
She climbs into the space between your legs, her body warm and small against yours. She settles slowly, adjusting, until her back is against your chest and her head rests over your heart. You slide your arms around her automatically, palms resting low on her stomach. She fits so perfectly it feels inevitable.
Her small sigh ripples through the water.
“This is perfect,” she whispers.
You press your chin lightly on the top of her head. “You’re perfect.”
She makes a quiet sound — half laugh, half breath — and lifts one of your hands, threading her fingers through yours under the water. Her thumb strokes the back of your knuckles in slow, lazy motions.
For a while, there’s only silence. The good kind. The kind you share with someone who doesn’t need to fill it to feel close. You can feel her breathing settle into a rhythm that matches yours, soft and steady. Your heart beats against her cheek, and she rubs her face lightly against your chest as if trying to get even closer.
“Do you hear that?” she asks quietly.
“What?”
“You,” she murmurs. “Your heartbeat always sounds… safe.”
Your throat tightens a little. You kiss the crown of her head, letting your lips linger in her hair. “You make it beat like that.”
Ariana turns her head slightly, just enough to reach up and brush her lips against your jaw. A small, tender kiss. “You always say the sweetest things.”
You let your fingers move in slow circles across her stomach, the water lapping against your skin. She melts into you, every part of her softening. Her shoulders drop, her breathing deepens. You feel her relax more with every passing minute, like the day is slowly dissolving off her.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” you ask, brushing a damp curl behind her ear.
She hesitates, not out of fear — more like she’s searching for the right words. “I was thinking about today,” she says finally. “Everything was loud. People talking at me, telling me what to do, rushing me from one thing to the next. I barely had a chance to breathe.”
You tighten your arms around her, protective without squeezing. “And now?”
She shifts slightly, laying more fully against you, her cheek resting over your heart again. Her hand finds your thigh under the water, fingers resting gently.
“And now,” she whispers, “everything’s quiet again. Because I’m here. With you.”
Your eyes close, overwhelmed by how simple and how heavy those words feel. Ariana has always been a burst of light in your life — bright, brilliant, dazzling — but moments like this remind you she’s human too. Soft. Vulnerable. Needing somewhere to rest.
“You deserve quiet,” you murmur. “You deserve peace. And softness. And someone who holds you when you’re tired.”
She tilts her head back to look up at you, her eyes shining in the candlelight. “You do hold me,” she says. “In all the ways that matter.”
You run your thumb along her jaw, slow and gentle. She closes her eyes, leaning into the touch with a trust that fills your chest until it almost aches. She turns just enough to brush another kiss against your jaw, then your cheek, small sweet kisses that feel like whispered confessions.
After a moment, she settles back down, her head over your heart again. Your hands move to her shoulders, kneading softly, easing the lingering tension from her muscles. She makes a little hum of contentment.
“You’re spoiling me,” she mumbles.
“Good,” you say. “You deserve that too.”
She laughs quietly — one of those soft, breathy laughs she only gives you. It sends a warm ripple through you.
The water slowly cools, but neither of you move. Ariana’s hand traces idle patterns on your arm, feather-light touches that make your skin tingle. Every now and then she turns her head just enough to brush her cheek against your chest, or to breathe out a tiny sigh that tells you she’s slipping into that half-asleep space where she feels safest.
It isn’t dramatic. It isn’t loud. It’s just love — quiet, steady, warm.
Eventually, she speaks again, voice so soft you almost miss it under the faint sound of shifting water.
“I love moments like this. When we’re just… alone. When the world doesn’t need me.” She lifts your hand to her lips, kissing your fingers. “When I can belong just to you.”
You tighten your hold around her, pressing a kiss into her damp hair. “You always belong to yourself,” you whisper. “I’m just someone who’s honored to hold you.”
A fragile, grateful sound escapes her — like she wasn’t expecting that, like it hit somewhere tender. She turns carefully in the water until she’s facing you, climbing up your body just enough so you’re eye to eye. Her arms slide around your neck, her chest pressed gently to yours, water dripping from her lashes.
“Then hold me,” she whispers.
You do. Without hesitation.
You wrap your arms around her and pull her close, your forehead resting against hers. Her nose brushes yours. Her breath mingles with yours. The world shrinks to candlelight, warm water, and the soft rhythm of two hearts finding the same beat.
Ariana closes her eyes and relaxes entirely into your embrace, her fingers curling into your hair, her body soft in your arms.
And in the quiet, in the warmth, in the gentle drift of her breathing —
you feel it:
She’s safe.
You’re safe.
And the two of you, here in this small warm world of water and candlelight, are exactly where you’re meant to be.
As you could probably tell from me not posting anything really for the last couple of weeks, I have stopped watching Legacies.
I tried to keep my promise of waiting for the finale to make a decision to continue or not but honestly, I don't want to. It got to the point where I was so angry watching the episodes that I started laughing at myself for feeling that way for a TV show. So one week, I just didn't watch it and I couldn't get myself to catch up after three weeks. I honestly fallen out of love with it, as well as the characters and it makes me so sad.
I remember that I used to wake up extra early to watch the new episodes before work, because I just couldn't wait until I got home in the afternoon. I needed to see it right away. And now there are 5+ episodes that I haven't seen in full and I just don't care.
I kept up with what was happening via Twitter but at this point, I'm just not interested.
So, I won't be writing anymore Legacies x Reader fanfictions as of now. I'm not saying never again because it could still happen but definitely not now.
Apparently, I've become a ranting blog but this episode was so horrible that I have to write my thoughts down. 😐
First, MG. Let's look at it from his perspective, shall we? A random guy suddenly shows up at his school, his home, and with that guy, dangerous monsters keep showing up as well. They threaten the lives of his friends and 'family' constantly for no good reason and suddenly it's their job to protect that person no matter what. He becomes friends with Landon and does try to save him, despite him pushing MG about his family and pushing him into an episode where he kills Landon. Landon comes back and he feels fucking awful. The school shuns him for it until they make up.
And now that Landon is 'dead', MG hides the ascendant for exactly this reason that happened in the episode. Because he knew the danger it would put on people he cares about. The twins and Hope. He does not want to see them hurt and he knows if Landon comes back, everything will go back to the way it was before. Monsters coming back.
I do not blame MG for that. At all. There needed to be a person who saw things clearly for once and try to put a stop to it because apparently, Alaric can't tell his teenage students what they can do. (Even if they went behind his back, Alaric should've at least said fuck no that's dangerous, I'm not allowing you to do that, instead of 'yeah, it's your choice')
He risked Hope hating him for this in order to try and save his friends that are there and alive! They didn't know Landon was alive, no matter if he 'sent' a message to Hope.
And now, according to the writers, Landon is everybody's best friend because suddenly everybody is on his side and hates MG.
"We almost lost this school because everybody's parents were afraid that if they send their kids back they'd be forced to fight monsters."
Don't you as a student of the school want to put an end to that, too? Don't be blind.
Second, Hope.
I am so disappointed in her. I think many people are. When the majority of the fandom talks about how obsessed Hope is, THIS is what we are talking about.
She was willing to lose everybody! Everybody for Landon... I mean come on.
Lizzie was willing to help her in the beginning but when MG finally said what needed to be said, she backed out and Hope had the nerve of going to Josie. After seeing what black magic did to her, FIGHTING TO GET HER BACK in the last episodes of s2 to manipulate, guilt-trip and gaslight her just so Josie would help her, fucking pissed me off. She did not have any right to ask Josie for something like this but Josie wanted to help anyway.
Lizzie had to betray MG to save her SISTER because she was afraid that she's going to die. Hope did that. She was willing to let the twins DIE in front of her, because of her, for a one-year relationship that the writers are trying so hard to make "epic". I seriously don't understand how so many of you can't see that.
Oh and this...
"People begging for Hope to act like a Mikaelson and when she finally does people complain. That was such a Klaus move."
Klaus risked everybody's lives for his family. HIS SIBLINGS AND THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD. I say it again, Hope did it for a 'one-year' relationship (in which Landon spent half of that dating Josie or dying).
Just to explain where my head is regarding Legacies.
As you can probably see, I am not really writing as many Legacies x reader fanfics as I used to in the early seasons. And there are two explanations for that.
1. I have fallen out of love with the show.
The long hiatus didn’t help my feelings towards it and I know that’s not anybody’s fault but it affected my view on it nevertheless. The repetitiveness, the low-stakes, and the awful storyline of season 3 are so tiring and frustrating that I honestly got mad. About a TV show that I’m supposed to love.
And I know “if you hate it so much, don’t watch it” is a fair point but the reason why I stuck around for so long is that I know how good Legacies can be. Season 1 and some episodes of season 2 were so entertaining and fun to watch that I waited around in case I get at least 1 amazing episode a season. I was willing to endure 15 bad ones if I got at least 1.
I wanted to continue watching for the girls, Hope, Lizzie, and Josie because, at this point, I do not care about any of the other characters and I'm so sad about that.
Legacies is supposed to be about the legacies which are the three girls, not Landon. And speaking of which. My second reason.
2. Landon.
I didn't really care about Landon in s1, but I didn't hate him. He was just there as Hope's love interest and I was fine with it. The girls still took on the main character roles mostly, had storylines that didn't revolve around him (except for Hope but are we surprised?) but it wasn't this shove-down-your-throat kind of way now the writers are trying to make Landon be the main character. I didn't realize this while watching s1 but everything was already about Landon from the beginning. His father, Malivore wanted him back that's why monsters started coming to the school. Everybody wanted to protect him.
Imagine having the only tribrid in the Universe, daughter of one of the original vampires and the Queen of the Crescent Wolf Clan werewolf, and writing your show about a mud boy.
I'm sorry if you think otherwise but I am, personally, sick of it. I'm sick of Hope saying Landon's name over and over again, always thinking about Landon, obsessing over him, not having anything outside of that relationship. So basically according to the writers, Hope is not interesting enough to be her own person.
And to the people of Twitter claiming it is "toxic" to hate on Landon/Handon and "if you hate him so much, don't watch" can fuck off. It is normal and totally acceptable to hate a fictional character as long as you don't go after the actor who's playing that character. I can hate Landon or anybody else as much as I want and I don't have to have a reason but I do. I can give you so many reasons why I grew to hate him and I entirely blame the writers for having some weird kind of obsessing with him as well.
It is always the same thing. Landon feeling insecure, Hope reassures him. Monster. Landon is dead. Oops, no, he is alive. Handon fluff. Landon feels insecure and wants to be the Hero.
Nothing ever changes. It is always the same thing over and over again.
I know they are supposed to break up sometime soon but it honestly can't come sooner. They really need to change some things up before they lose even more people. There's a reason why S1 got on average 1 million views per episode and S3 got 0.7 at its best and 0.5 at its worst.
But despite all of that, I made a promise to myself that I would watch season 3 because I love the girls so much and I want to give the show one last chance. If it doesn't change drastically, I am not going to watch season 4.
The two of you would go to the lake to spar. She goes easy on you but both of you know she could totally kick your ass. She smoothly dodges your swings while she smirks at you and you pant heavily, exhausted. She would distract you with her blue eyes and you would find yourself on the ground with her on top of you.
Josie Saltzman
You would help Josie practice offensive magic in the woods. You watch as her hands move through the air as her lips muttered the spells and you stand your ground, ready to fight. You two would smile at each other competitively and raise your hands at the same time, your powers filling the air around you with energy. She would always win.
Lizzie Saltzman
Late night boxing matches in the gym. She lets out all her anger, hitting the bag again and again as you hold it in place. She’s sweating and breathing heavily but when she stops a smile appears on her face. You playfully push her and she pushes back until the two of you tumble to the ground in a fit of laughter.
You planned a whole day of surprises for her, wanting to spoil her after everything she’s been through. Starting with waking her up with gentle kisses against her lips before carrying in the breakfast for the both of you in bed and laying around for hours. After getting up, you pack a picnic basket full of her favorite foods and grabbing her hand to take her to the lake for a late lunch on the dock. You gave her Hersey kisses and she kissed you with a smile, calling you cheesy. After eating the food, you leisurely walked hand in hand through the woods, talking about anything and everything, just enjoying your time together. When you end up at the Old Mill, a movie projector you sat up earlier makes her gasp and her eyes to turn to you lovingly, making you blush. You watch a couple of both of your favorite movies with your head laying on Josie’s lap, your fingers intertwined as the sun goes down.
I don’t know about you but I felt so emotional when Lizzie was reading Caroline’s letter and she said, “Elizabeth, there’s nothing wrong with you”. I feel like Lizzie has been waiting for those words to be said out loud for years and the fact that it came from her Mom was everything to her. Caroline comforted her daughter from thousands of miles away so much better than Alaric ever could. She gave Lizzie perspective and told her she herself wasn’t perfect. That she felt just like Lizzie when she was her age and struggled to find herself. That there wasn’t just one solution to “fix” herself. And that there was nothing to fix.
I honestly wanted to cry because I feel like Lizzie has been up and down emotionally. Never feeling exactly stable or “normal”. And I’m not saying that that letter can fix everything. But when she does feel low or weird or crazy, she can reread that letter and remember that one of the most important person to her loves her just the way she is and it’s honestly beautiful.
A/N: I had this sit in my draft for a long time and you guys been asking for Jade fics so here you go :)
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You don’t remember much when you wake up.
The bite marks on your neck throbs in pain and you feel like your veins are on fire, burning your organs from the inside out. Every breath you take only fuels the fire and you’re desperate to make it go away.
You know what’s happening to you. You live in Mystic Falls after all and the rumors of supernatural beings existing in your neighborhood doesn’t stay a rumor for long. People either adjust to it or they leave the first chance they got. You stayed.
Maybe you shouldn’t have.
You follow the rules the Major puts in place so you could co-exist. People don’t go out late at night, letting the vampires and the werewolves roam freely on the streets as long as they don’t hurt anybody. In exchange, the supernatural avoids the town center during daylight. It works for the first few weeks.
Then it suddenly doesn’t.
People start to riot because they feel like their rights are being taken away; the thought of them having to restrict themselves when they were here first raised the tension tenfold. Every attempt to explain that the supernatural were here for centuries goes ignored.
You hear her before you see her. Your ears pick up on the faintest of sounds within a mile radius and her scent hits your nostrils strongly. You don’t recognize her but the moment light blues land on you, you know she’s a vampire.
“Oh you’re awake.”
“Did you do this to me?” You accuse her rather harshly but you feel like you can’t be blamed. You’re transitioning and every moment you don’t drink human blood takes you closer to death. You have a choice. Dead or Undead.
“How’re you feeling?” She dodges the question easily and takes a step closer, eyes roaming over your body causing a light shudders to rip through your spine. She’s wearing a black leather jacket with ripped jeans and she looks rather young. Maybe your age. Her human age, you think.
“I’m - ” You quiet down uncertainly, flexing your fingers in and out and grimacing when it hurts each time. You whisper, “What’s happening to me?”
The girl sighs and kneels down in front of you, ignoring the way you wince at the movement, “You’re transitioning.”
You already knew this much but you needed to hear the words out loud.
Her gaze burns into your soul as she studies you and your heart flatters, “Do you know what that means?”
You nod shakily and briefly hold eye contact before it becomes too much and you look away again.
“What to do you want to do?”
“Like I have options.” You scoff.
The girl tilts her head, “You always have a choice.”
Your head snaps up to look at her, her eyes locking onto yours with such intensity. You try to remember if you’ve ever seen her before but your head throbs painfully.
“What happened to me?”
She bites her lips slightly before answering, “I found you on the side of the road. Somebody attacked you.”
You breathe out shakily as your eyes fills with tears and you cross your arms across your chest when you realize you are freezing. You know it’s a stupid question but the words leave your mouth before you can stop it. “Am I dead?”
The girl pauses, her hand reaching out like she wants to touch you but she doesn’t. “What’s your name?”
You stutter out your name and she smiles gently. “I’m Jade. I’m gonna help you figure this out. Trust me.”
Even thought you just met, the whispered promise settles you somewhat. You don’t want to go through this alone. Jade lets the words sink in, allowing you a few moments to gather yourself as she stays still in front of you, standing guard.
You don’t know if you feel this way because everything is heightened but you don’t have time to really question it because in that moment a terrifying scream echoes through the woods.
Jade looks over her shoulder and you feel the tension rise around you. Fear spread through your veins as she grabs your forearm and pulls you to your feet.
