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[#113] Winter Wonderlands Weren't Made for One (Legacies)
Theme Prompt: #113 - Bonfire
Title: Winter Wonderlands Weren’t Made for One
Fandom: Legacies (TVDverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 934
Summary: With Lizzie’s romantic Christmas plans dashed, she hijacks her besties’ Christmas plans for therapeutic reasons.
Lizzie Saltzman wants to know why she is so unlucky in love. She wants to know who in the grand scheme of the world she pissed off that just when she thinks that luck may be turning; she finds herself profoundly disappointed and heartbroken all over again.
It’s her. It has to be her. She’s dated wide varieties of men, of different types and distinct personalities, and in the end, it all ends the same. The boy wandering or dying or claiming he’s no longer interested. Or, with Gregory, the latest in her long line of romantic mistakes, just a piece of garbage.
Her phone dings on her bedside table, and she groans, pulling her blankets up over her head. She’s been back in Mystic Falls for all of a day. She should have known that Josie and Hope, also returning from their colleges of choice, would have already designated bestie adventures for them to partake in, as well as their regular Christmas rituals before Hope makes her way back to New Orleans to spend the holiday with her family. Lizzie knows their window is limited, but she’s not quite ready to face her best friend or sister yet. Not until she’s gotten her broken-hearted malaise under control and can be her usual, semi-confident self. She’s just not sure if she can manage it on Hope and Josie’s time table.
Her phone dings again and she huffs, before reaching over to read the text messages: Bonfire season? followed by a couple of fire emojis rests under Hope’s name, with Josie sending back a gif indicating the affirmative. All that’s left is Lizzie to confirm whether she’s coming.
She contemplates ignoring it a little while longer, but before she can dwell on it too much, an Instagram notification comes up from his account. She knows she shouldn’t. She knows it’s nothing but bad news and nothing Gregory’s posted this soon after their breakup can be good, but she looks anyway. If nothing else, Lizzie is a glutton for punishment.
Obviously, she dated him.
As she opens up her feed, she sees an artfully posed picture of him and another girl under the mistletoe—he wants to be an influencer, gag—and she fights the urge to throw her phone against the wall. If he weren’t several states away, she’d burn him to the ground. Unfortunately, right now, all she has available is his varsity hoodie that she spent the entire drive home crying into while blasting her breakup playlist.
Then a realization dawns. She grins and starts gathering everything she can from the room. It’s not much of his stuff, but it’s enough. After she finished gathering it into a box, she texts back the group chat. On my way.
Time for some closure.
* * * * *
When she emerges in the backyard of the Salvatore School, where Josie and Hope had set up their principal-approved bonfire for their little ritual, both girls raise their eyebrows at the box in Lizzie’s hands. Hope tips her head to the side before raising an eyebrow.
“Have a lot of wishes this year?”
The bonfire tradition is one that Hope’s father’s family has had for centuries. Every year, they come together for Christmas and each burn their wishes for the new year, hoping they might come true. It’s one of the few traditions that have stuck for a thousand years, and Lizzie knows it’s one of Hope’s favorites. The three of them now have a bonfire of their own, where they can burn away the regrets and unfortunate ways the supernatural world has collided with their friendship over the year, and start fresh in the one to come.
Lizzie is also in need of a different fresh start. “Not exactly. This is Gregory’s stuff.”
Hope glances back at Josie, confused. Josie sighs. “He broke up with her.”
“Not only did he break up with me. He dumped me at my car, as I was kissing him goodbye for winter break. I wished him a Merry Christmas and left him his present, and he dumps me. Because he doesn’t think I’m ‘star quality’ material.” Lizzie holds up a finger. “And then, less than twenty-four hours after smashing my heart into a million pieces, he posts this.”
She passes her phone to the other two, of the girl and the mistletoe, and both of their shoulders straighten. “Do you want us to kill him?” Hope asks, and Lizzie can’t tell if she’s serious or not. (She might, if Lizzie really wanted her to.) “Because we can totally kill him.”
Josie nods. “I made some friends in social media and computer science majors. We could completely torpedo his account.”
“Lovely as both options are, I have a simpler solution.” She holds up the box. “This is the stuff he left with me, and I’m feeling like trying my hand at this social media thing.”
Hope smirks before stepping back and gesturing to the fire pit with her hand. “By all means. This is all about cleansing us of our past mistakes, right?”
Josie nods as well, setting the fire with a wave of her hand, and the flames spring to life. Lizzie pulls out the hoodie to start and tosses it into the fire. Time to let the healing begin.
* * * * *
Later, after they’ve completed their ritual, Lizzie posts an artfully arranged picture of the bonfire, with a charred piece of the hoodie clearly visible. The caption reads: Starting fresh for a happy new year.
She can’t wait to see how many likes she gets.
Title: Winter Wonderlands Weren’t Made for One
Fandom: Legacies (TVDverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 934
Summary: With Lizzie’s romantic Christmas plans dashed, she hijacks her besties’ Christmas plans for therapeutic reasons.
Lizzie Saltzman wants to know why she is so unlucky in love. She wants to know who in the grand scheme of the world she pissed off that just when she thinks that luck may be turning; she finds herself profoundly disappointed and heartbroken all over again.
It’s her. It has to be her. She’s dated wide varieties of men, of different types and distinct personalities, and in the end, it all ends the same. The boy wandering or dying or claiming he’s no longer interested. Or, with Gregory, the latest in her long line of romantic mistakes, just a piece of garbage.
Her phone dings on her bedside table, and she groans, pulling her blankets up over her head. She’s been back in Mystic Falls for all of a day. She should have known that Josie and Hope, also returning from their colleges of choice, would have already designated bestie adventures for them to partake in, as well as their regular Christmas rituals before Hope makes her way back to New Orleans to spend the holiday with her family. Lizzie knows their window is limited, but she’s not quite ready to face her best friend or sister yet. Not until she’s gotten her broken-hearted malaise under control and can be her usual, semi-confident self. She’s just not sure if she can manage it on Hope and Josie’s time table.
Her phone dings again and she huffs, before reaching over to read the text messages: Bonfire season? followed by a couple of fire emojis rests under Hope’s name, with Josie sending back a gif indicating the affirmative. All that’s left is Lizzie to confirm whether she’s coming.
She contemplates ignoring it a little while longer, but before she can dwell on it too much, an Instagram notification comes up from his account. She knows she shouldn’t. She knows it’s nothing but bad news and nothing Gregory’s posted this soon after their breakup can be good, but she looks anyway. If nothing else, Lizzie is a glutton for punishment.
Obviously, she dated him.
As she opens up her feed, she sees an artfully posed picture of him and another girl under the mistletoe—he wants to be an influencer, gag—and she fights the urge to throw her phone against the wall. If he weren’t several states away, she’d burn him to the ground. Unfortunately, right now, all she has available is his varsity hoodie that she spent the entire drive home crying into while blasting her breakup playlist.
Then a realization dawns. She grins and starts gathering everything she can from the room. It’s not much of his stuff, but it’s enough. After she finished gathering it into a box, she texts back the group chat. On my way.
Time for some closure.
When she emerges in the backyard of the Salvatore School, where Josie and Hope had set up their principal-approved bonfire for their little ritual, both girls raise their eyebrows at the box in Lizzie’s hands. Hope tips her head to the side before raising an eyebrow.
“Have a lot of wishes this year?”
The bonfire tradition is one that Hope’s father’s family has had for centuries. Every year, they come together for Christmas and each burn their wishes for the new year, hoping they might come true. It’s one of the few traditions that have stuck for a thousand years, and Lizzie knows it’s one of Hope’s favorites. The three of them now have a bonfire of their own, where they can burn away the regrets and unfortunate ways the supernatural world has collided with their friendship over the year, and start fresh in the one to come.
Lizzie is also in need of a different fresh start. “Not exactly. This is Gregory’s stuff.”
Hope glances back at Josie, confused. Josie sighs. “He broke up with her.”
“Not only did he break up with me. He dumped me at my car, as I was kissing him goodbye for winter break. I wished him a Merry Christmas and left him his present, and he dumps me. Because he doesn’t think I’m ‘star quality’ material.” Lizzie holds up a finger. “And then, less than twenty-four hours after smashing my heart into a million pieces, he posts this.”
She passes her phone to the other two, of the girl and the mistletoe, and both of their shoulders straighten. “Do you want us to kill him?” Hope asks, and Lizzie can’t tell if she’s serious or not. (She might, if Lizzie really wanted her to.) “Because we can totally kill him.”
Josie nods. “I made some friends in social media and computer science majors. We could completely torpedo his account.”
“Lovely as both options are, I have a simpler solution.” She holds up the box. “This is the stuff he left with me, and I’m feeling like trying my hand at this social media thing.”
Hope smirks before stepping back and gesturing to the fire pit with her hand. “By all means. This is all about cleansing us of our past mistakes, right?”
Josie nods as well, setting the fire with a wave of her hand, and the flames spring to life. Lizzie pulls out the hoodie to start and tosses it into the fire. Time to let the healing begin.
Later, after they’ve completed their ritual, Lizzie posts an artfully arranged picture of the bonfire, with a charred piece of the hoodie clearly visible. The caption reads: Starting fresh for a happy new year.
She can’t wait to see how many likes she gets.