#the heretics imagine

[crazyk-imagine]

The Vampire Diaries Master List

Scooby Doo Gang

Damon Salvatore Master List

Stefan Salvatore Master List

Caroline Forbes

Girl's Day // Ao3: Girl’s Day

Summary: Caroline is bored. Elena and Bonnie are busy. You show up out of nowhere and give her one hell of a girl’s day.

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show. 

Elena Gilbert

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Bonnie Bennett

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Jeremy Gilbert

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Tyler Lockwood

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Alaric Saltzman

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Villains who have a Heart

Enzo St. John

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Katherine Pierce

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Malakai “Kai” Parker 

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

Silas 

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show

Qetsiyah

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

The Heretics

Finding their Mate Headcanon // Ao3: Finding their Mate Headcanon

Summary: Just a simple headcanon about how the character feels, the way it happened, or who told them that mates really existed. Includes most, if not all characters from the show.

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagines #the vampire diaries imagine #damon salvatore imagine #stefan salvatore imagine #caroline forbes imagine #bonnie bennett imagine #elena gilbert imagine #elena gilbert imagines #jeremy gilbert imagine #tyler lockwood imagine #alaric saltzman imagine #the vampire diaries fanfic #the vampire diaires fanfiction #kai parker imagine #katherine pierce imagine #enzo st john imagine #silas imagine #qetsiyah imagine #the heretics imagine #crazyk-imagine

[emmcfrxst]

arthur is definitely the type of guy to say “let me ask my wife” whenever someone says something which doesn’t even involve his wife in any way like he is such a husband ykwim? once he is in love that man is infatuated fr fr

SOOOOOO TRUE he is SUCH a wife guy he will take literally any opportunity to remind everyone that you’re his wife pls 😭 he uses the term more often than he does your name when in conversation with other ppl he’s like “oh yeah my wife—“ and everyone at camp just sighs heavily because here he fuckin goes again

#i was literally abt to make a post saying how much of a wife guy arthur is we r connected spiritually #blvck-heretic #answered #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan imagine #rdr2 fluff #rdr2 imagine #red dead redemption 2 fluff #red dead redemption 2 imagine

[fandoms--fluff]

Devil's Week

Female heretic reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: Hope being grouchy but cute when she gets her period

Warnings: periods? Idk, that's it just fluffff

A/n: short fic because the idea came to me and I wrote it before it got lost in my head

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As you're doing the rest of your witchy woo magic homework (as you like to call it since no one's stopping you, and you're a four hundred year old heretic that doesn't need to take the course. Alaric just doesn't need to know how you're not actually only a teenager who just got turned) your door opens.

Looking to the other side of your dorm, you see Hope shutting the door after walking in, towards you. "Hey baby, what's up-okay" you start saying before she pulls you up and drags you over to your bed.

She gently pushes you down so your lying on the made bed before climbing ontop of you. She lowers most of her weight on you and nuzzles her head into your chest, grumbling something about its going to be a horrible week.

"Why's it going to be a horrible week?" You softly ask, wrapping your arms around her, one around her back, and the other holding the back of her head.

She groans, her face scrunched up, "ughhh, stupid tummy. I got my period this morning and it hasn't stopped torturing me all day" she says and brings one of her hands down and starts to punch at her stomach.

You quickly stop her from hurting herself, "that'll just make it worse, how about this" you kiss the top of her head. You maneuver he onto her side, getting a glare from her about being moved away from you, and you bring your hand down to her stomach.

As soon as your hand rested on her cramping stomach, she let's out a happy whimper, followed by a sigh. "I've been walking around, feeling like someone has been kicking me to no end when you could've done this the whole time?!" She exclaims, degrading herself for not coming to complain and get cuddles from you sooner.

"Oh my poor baby" you smile and re-wrap your other arm around her upper back. She nuzzles into your shoulder, "you're soooo lucky you don't get periods, it's fricken torture!" She shakes her head.

"I agree with you there, I'm glad I don't get them. But if you think about it, it's a free ticket to getting cuddles from me for however long you want" you chuckle when you see her face light up at the realization.

#hope mikaelson #hope x reader #hope mikaelson x female reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader #heretic reader #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson x heretic reader #cuddly hope #cute hope #hope marshall #cute #fluff #periods #periods are the worst #periods are a bitch #imagines #fanfic #writing #comfort #legacies #thevampirediaries #theoriginals

[gaysindistress]

Heretics and Flesh Devotees

Based on the poem Anorexic by Eavan Boland

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/pinterest and collaged on canva

pairings: azriel x fem!reader

Summary: Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. And I am burning the man who condemned me to such a fate.

Warnings: mentions of abuse (not detailed), mentions of misogyny (not detailed)

Word count: 2.2k

Gaysindistress masterlist | azriel masterlist

My body has never been mine. It’s been owned, sold, bought, and branded by others time and time again. My body has never been mine to command and control as the authority in my life has. It’s disgusting to think that in the years since my birth, my body, my soul, and my will has been placed into the hands of others.

As a babe it was my parents although they did try to be gentle and kind. Their faults were found in the ones they left to care for me. The awful creatures hated me for a name I did not choose and wished their hearts’ cruelest desires onto me. As one would assume those desires became my reality as I grew older and started to fight back against them. Their words hurt but they bounced off where they once slashed. Their look stung where they once left burn gashes. Their foul intentions felt like flicks on my nose where they once felt like I’d been beaten to a pulp.

My body still wasn’t my own even though when I prayed for it to be returned to me. Boys who felt entitled to looks and touches tried to lay their claim to me. Men who felt like they deserved praise for caring for me tried to demand me in payment for their actions. Too jaded against it all, I turned to a creature that would prove to be far worse than any boy or man I could’ve been gifted to.

The creature I thought I would safety in begged for my eternal devotion and demanded that I give over whatever I could. He made me into a prisoner and my body into a witch that worshipped him.

Every molecule that made up my body, mind, and heart screamed when I began to fight against its urges. The enormity of my own craving made me sick when I wailed at the scorching of my secret ministrations.

At night, I poisoned my mind when it thought of him. I bruised my limbs when they carried me towards him. I broke what I had to when I tried to search for him. I destroyed myself over and over again until the thought of him made my stomach turn and my skin crawl.

The sick version of me tried to bend me and sent fever throughout me. In my delirium, her half truths felt like the sweetest angelic hymns. Whispering into my ear, she tried to coax me into slipping back into my old solutions.

I renounced her honeyed voice and vomited out her milky words. I renounced her hungered tongue and spat out her name along with his. I fused the flames that came when I thought of him with the spite I conjured and burned the bitch alive from the inside out.

Morphed into a starved and twisted soul, I laughed when he began to resent me. It took him months to realize that something had changed within me. I was no longer painted with soft edges and stunning features but carved into a curveless piece of skin and bone that mocked him. At dinners and events thrown in his favor, I sipped at my rotten wine while the women among me gossiped the state of my marriage. They did not utter a single word for how I seemed to be fairing but how the once holy union between him and I seemed to be slipping.

I sipped at the foul liquid until it stained my lips a violent shade of calculated vengeance. I pretended to swallow entire bottles and postured drunkenness so they would think I couldn’t hear the things they confessed to.

My husband’s heavy stare always found me as I slumped further and further into my chair, allowing him to believe that my pain to consumed me. The hungry leery he masked with an adoring gaze had faded into disappointment and disgust, so much so that eventually he stopped looking altogether. No longer did he pull me into his lap, his Herculean arms caging me in falsified comfort and demand to know what was bothering his beautiful wife.

Instead he found younger and more attractive women to watch and eventually fill his time with. Instead a young woman, borderline girl, with flowing locks of auburn hair and gentle curves became his new hobby.

Thin as a rib, my knife slept under my pillow. The feverish bitch within me cried and cried as she watched me plot his demise. It pained the other within me that withered and gasped for air to think I could even contemplate such a scenario.

Could I truly commit murder?

Could I truly force my husband to shuffle off this mortal coil?

The dueling fates were soon quilled when I turned in sleep to find claustrophobia looming over me. His warm body threatened to suffocate me while the haunting sound of his inner thoughts filled the breadth between us. Once I had been pulled into slumbers embrace by his heart beat’s gentle drum and quiet song of his breath but now it closed in on me and pressed.

I could not muster the strength to find my rib like knife nor move it from its hiding place. I promised myself only a few more days of this torture. Only a few more nights of slipping back into his bed before I set myself free.

I hadn’t intended on waiting for another few weeks but an uninvited guest coiled my plan into nothingness.

Azriel the Shadowsinger.

He arrived just as his name implied; as silently as the night and slithered his way in without resistance. He was a man born with charmed words that dripped from his silver tipped tongue and slid between pearly white teeth. A man known for his third eye, the Truth-Teller, that when he showed up on our doorstep, my husband begged him to stay for fear of his wrath. Like a shadow, he was present in every crevice of the house and was not seen. My husband’s ego got his way, tripping him up as he stumbled to accommodate Azriel, the embodiment of shadows with violent hazel eyes.

The woman my husband found to be my replacement took her role before I was revealed. Instead I was whisked away into a room hidden deep within the compound. She played the dutiful host and doted on her guests. She donned the gowns once crafted for me and wore the jewelry I previously did. She laughed at the jokes the men made and smiled sweetly at the husband she desired but would never love. She became the wife and I hated to see another take my place for I knew what awaited her.

I wanted to spare her. I tried to spare her but my efforts were in vain. She cried out when I told her to leave. She screamed when she saw my knife meant my husband. She fell into it when I tried to pull away from her ivory grasp.

As I said, I hadn’t intended on becoming into the personification of destruction but it was inevitable when I was given no other choice.

Blood drips from me and hits the floor beneath me with a deafening loudness as my husband stares at me.

A single question hangs in the air; “What have you done?”

“What have I done?” I calmly ask, arching a brow at the man who stands and dares to judge me. “The better question is what did you make me do.”

It’s a disgusting sight to behold; him pretending that I’m nothing more than a body of mangled bones and broken convictions molded by him. Dark as night and deafening as the ever present silence that fills when you’re dying, his gaze tries to weigh me down and fails.

Azriel smiles when he senses my anger and he becomes a conduit of my emotions as the twin sinister glint to mine flickers in his dark eyes. He reclines against the rotting wood walls like a feline would; regal and untouchable but lethal all the same.

My husband throws a glance to the blood that is pooling around me with disappointment before speaking, “Your actions are your own. Take responsibility for the carnage that you have created for once in your pathetic life. This is all your fault, y/n.”

My eyes narrow at his choice of words.

Take responsibility? My fault?

Fitting that he would choose to say that I need to take the blame for the actions I committed because of him. He had been the one to deem me an object to be bought and sold. He had been the one to make me in his image and create a wife he felt was worthy of him. He had been the one to turn my body into a heretic and I had no other choice but to burn her at the stake.

“Husband,” I start as I take a step forward while he takes one back, “What I have done is only because you forced my hand. Every drop of blood, scream ripped from raw throats, tears shed have been because of you.”

Azriel’s terrifying chuckle rings through the room, causing the remaining members of my husband’s house to drop their heads and hide their fear. The blood of their new lady of the house fills the room with a coppery stench and some have taken to covering their faces with their collars. As Azriel around the room, his chest swells with pride at the terror that he’s caused in them but it stills when he lands on me.

A creature who’s grown angular and unholy in the confines of her husband’s cage.

He smiles as he lets his dagger like eyes to slash across my frame.

“Enough of whatever petty martial bullshit this is about,” he dismisses with boredom thick in his voice. “You took something from me and I want it back.”

My husband attempts to fix the situation but the guest cuts him off.

“I said enough,” he seethes, gritting out the words between clenched teeth. The action tightens and sharpens his already pronounced jaw, giving him the appearance akin to a statue.

Within seconds my coward of a husband is lying on the ground, crying and begging for his lord as the Lord of Bloodshed, Cassian, stands over him with his siphons glow a brilliant red.

“Please I don’t have it. I swear I don’t have it!” he begs while the bigger man growls before landing a swift kick to his stomach. “Take whatever you want, please. Anything and it’s yours.”

Cassian looks to Azriel and awaits his judgment. Azriel has not looked away from me this entire night. He’s still locked in on me as he nods. Cassian bends down and grips my husband by the neck, hauling him up so high his feet dangle helplessly below him.

“That’s a dangerous deal you’ve just made.”

My husband begs and begs for his own life but not for mine or even the wife he replaced me with as she lays on the floor in a pool of blood.

“If only I believed you,” Azriel sighs, “but I don’t and I’m not in the mood to hear any more of your lies.”

“Y/n..” my husband turns his pleading to me but I interrupt him with a roar of anger.

“Enough,” I hiss at him, rage boiling in my veins, “You used and manipulated me for years. I was nothing but a toy to brought out when you grew bored. You’ve shoved me off to the side and pushed me to my breaking point but now that the consequences are coming for you, you turn to me and expect me to help.”

Azriel has taken to prowling towards me now that my calm facade has dropped. He stalks me like an apex predator would their prey.

“Did you hear that, princess?” He poses the question to me and only me. “He’s offering you up like a prized goat when he could just give me what he took. That’s not very nice now is it? Seems a bit selfish doesn’t it?”

I attempt to sneak a glance at my husband but he catches my chin in a tight grip, “Don’t look at them, look at me.”

And I do. I’m met with a torrid stare that calls to that divinely angular and starving creature within me.

“You can have her! Take her, please! Please just don’t kill me,” my husband cries out as if I’ll be his saving grace. The sounds are muffled as the utter chaos that lives within Azriel’s heart soothes me into the fall.

I fall into the forked tongued embrace of this devilish man.

I fall into the need of a python that wraps itself around us both.

I fall into the heaving breaths that lunge my chest up and down as I stare at his lips.

I fall into the visions of heat, sweat, gluttony, and lust that awaits us.

Azriel visibly cringes before me at my husband’s words but waits for me.

“Well princess?”

“I want my freedom,” I demand and he flashes me a disastrously beautiful smile.

“Of course,” he promises me. “Of course, princess.”

#az imagine #azriel spymaster #azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #az x reader #azriel #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #heretics and flesh devotees az x reader

[greensaplinggrace]

it would honestly be so funny if Aleksander wasn’t the black heretic and Baghra just straight up lied

#like imagine alina goes through the whole series thinking he's the black heretic and he's just not #alksdjflsd lmfao #shadow and bone #sab #grishaverse #myramblings #aleksander morozova #the darkling

[natsvenom]

Lost & Found - PART 2 | Kol Mikaelson x Salvatore!Reader

SHORT SERIES | PART 1

SUMMARY: 10 years after becoming a vampire, you discover you still have the ability to siphon. No amount of research you do helps you discover why, and you were never able to do it again. You meet a girl named Mary Porter and she tells you there's someone who can help you, but he's the most dangerous man alive, and one of the first vampires to ever roam the earth. But what other choice did you have?

WARNINGS: Minor violence

It had been 44 years ago when you became a vampire. For the longest time you hated yourself, you lacked the one thing you always seemed to have as a witch. Control. Luckily, you had learned the art of compulsion, managing to stop yourself from killing innocent people. Your favorite thing about being a vampire though, was the ability to heal.

Emily Bennett had told you when witches became vampires, they lost their ability to connect with nature. So why did you still feel so grounded to the earth? After ten years of being a vampire, you discovered something.

You were walking down the streets of New York City, it was 1874, and you were looking for your brother Stefan. He had gone off the rails and you decided it was time to give him a concerned younger sister talk. You weren’t sure he’d listen, but the least you could do was try.

You ran your fingers through the cracks and crevices of the dark bricks, humming the tune of an old song you hadn’t heard in several years. You gasp, suddenly being pushed to the wall, a man holding you tightly in place, his face monstrous, resembling something similar to one you often saw in the mirror.

You grabbed a hold of his arm, pinning him against the wall. He was clearly newer at this than you were. He groaned loudly, almost like he was in an immense amount of pain. You were confused, you weren’t holding on to him that tight. You looked down, noticing a red glowing light coming from your hands. That’s when you realized, you were siphoning him, something you hadn’t done in ten years. You pulled back instantly, and the man dropped to the floor, letting out heavy breaths. You looked down at your hands, then back at the man, and then you sped off, without any regard for the man who had just tried to make you his next meal.

After that day, you thought maybe something had gone wrong with your transition. Why else would you be able to siphon still? The truth was, you had no idea what was happening to you, and it freaked you out more than death itself. You tried siphoning again almost every day after the incident, but you hadn’t been able to. Maybe you were just seeing things.

You spent years after that researching siphoners, but you could never find anything. Not a single witch or vampire you talked to knew what you were, most of them just assumed you were crazy or seeking some sort of attention. It was exhausting chasing after what everyone thought was a fairytale.

In 1906, you met a woman named Mary Porter. She was the only person who believed your story and offered you her help. She hadn’t known anything about siphoners herself, but she said she knew a man who could help you, claiming he was an expert on all things witch-related. You had hoped she was right. She warned you though, that this man was anything but good. He was dangerous, and one of the oldest living vampires on the planet. He used and manipulated people, so if you wanted something from him, he’d most definitely expect something in return. Nothing he did for anyone else came for free.

Mary told you if you wanted to meet him, you’d have to be patient, saying he was almost impossible to find, not unless he wanted to be found. She took you to New Orleans, a place he had called home many moons ago. Mary seemed to have faith that he was there though, so you trusted her.

You had spent a year in New Orleans, searching for a vampire who didn’t seem to wanna be found was probably the most difficult thing you had done. How hard could it be to hide in a place like this? Mary seemed to have known a lot of people, and she said she was getting closer to finding him. What you hadn’t expected though, was that he would find you first.

You sat down at the bar in one of many clubs in the French Quarter, a jazz band was playing loudly from the stage across the dance floor. You weren’t really in the mood for dancing though. You order something strong at the bar, fully aware that your ability to get drunk vanished that horrible night in 1864.

A man sat down next to you, you paid him no mind though, your intentions for being here had nothing to do with socialization. He ordered a glass of whiskey, his British accent peaking your interest slightly. It wasn’t often you heard an accent like that, especially not down in New Orleans.

“Rumor has it you’ve been seeking me out.” The man said, his stare burning into the side of your head. You turned to face him and were shocked at how attractive he was, but you still had no idea who he was, so you kept your guard up. He held his hand out, and hesitantly, you took it. A feeling of something dark instantly took over your senses, and that was when you realized who he was. The man you’d been searching for for two years, the one who could supposedly kill you without even blinking, no matter how old of a vampire you were.

“Kol,” He introduced himself, his smile cunning and mischievous. You had wondered if you were making a mistake being here, he was intimidating, and that was a feeling you didn’t like.

“Y/N,” You said.

He picked up his glass once more, bringing it to his lips, “So, what do you want from me?” He asked, getting straight to the point.

Your heart rate picked up. It wasn’t out of fear though, it was excitement, after all this time you were finally gonna figure out what you were. At least you hoped, “I need your help.” You explained.

“Help from somebody like me comes with a price.” He said in almost a joking tone, but you knew he was serious. If you wanted his help, you knew you’d have to return the favor.

“A price I’m willing to pay.” You insisted. He could tell you were serious by that intense look in your eyes, whatever you wanted, must’ve been important.

“Very well then. What do you need that requires my assistance?” He questioned, looking at you very intently.

“Well, it’s complicated.” You sighed, “Before I became a vampire, I was a witch. I learned everything I know about magic from a witch named Emily Bennett.”

“You must’ve had an excellent mentor then. The Bennett witches are a very powerful bloodline.” Kol speculated.

“She told me that witches balance out the boundary between natural and supernatural. Which is why you can’t be both a witch and a vampire because it defies nature.” You added.

“All very true,” Kol said.

“Oh,” You murmured, disappointed.

“There’s been exceptions for certain individuals though,” Kol claimed, swirling the last bit of his drink in his glass.

“Exceptions?” You questioned, raising a brow.

“They’re not exactly well known in the witch community, they like to keep themselves hidden. They’re called the Gemini Coven.” Kol explained. You sighed in relief when you realized what you were experiencing was possible.

“They come from a long line of witches called siphoners, which means they have to absorb magic from other magical entities. Most people think that means they're weak, but that’s far from true. A siphoner can desiccate a vampire just from their touch, and rid the influence of compulsion from any person whose been compelled by a vampire. This power of course doesn’t come without a price. The leader of the Gemini Coven is determined by something called the merge. Every time a set of twins is born into the coven they must bind their magic into one once they turn of age, the strongest of the two wins, becoming the next leader of the coven. And of course, if the leader dies, so does the rest of the coven. Unless you’re a vampire of course.”

You implanted the new information into your brain, finally feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. But of course, you still had questions and concerns, “But if you’re a vampire how can you be a part of the coven?” You asked.

“That’s what makes siphoners so exceptionally powerful. They’re the only witches in the world who can become both a vampire and a witch, they’re referred to as heretics. After the transition the witch side has the ability to siphon power from the vampire side, making them quite unstoppable. There’s only one way to kill them, which would require you to rip out their heart, a stake won’t do it. I haven’t seen one in quite some time though, so if that’s what you’re looking for you’re out of luck, darling.”

At first, you weren’t sure if you wanted to tell him. If you did there was always the possibility that he would want to kill you, but you were having magic issues, and you needed help getting them back under control, “What if I told you I knew one?” You said, rather abruptly.

“Then I would ask why you’re coming to me for this.” He said, drinking the last bit of his whiskey.

“And what if I said she doesn’t know anything about heretics and hasn’t been able to use her magic since she’s transitioned? Would you be able to help her?” You asked rhetorically.

“Well, I would have to meet her first and figure out the issue. There are many reasons for magic being blocked.” Kol explained.

“Like what?”

“First tell me to whom you’re referring, and then maybe I’ll give you the answer.”

You looked down at your glass, taking a moment to think, then looked back up at him, “Me.” You said hesitantly.

“You?” He questioned.

You sighed, “Before I was a vampire I found out I was a siphoner, with the help of an old friend, I couldn’t figure out much about my family history, and all I knew was what Emily taught me. Then I became a vampire and I had no idea about heretics or anything, so I just instantly assumed I had lost my ability to do magic.”

Kol looked slightly surprised, but he tried not to let it show. He set his glass down and stood up, “If you want my help, it’s going to take a while. And that’s going to be a lot of debt, darling.” Kol asserted.

You stood up quickly after him, “Please, I’ll do anything.” You pleaded.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

tags | @multifandombliss

#imagine #kol mikaelson #kol mikealson x reader #katherine pierce #katerina petrova #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore #x reader #short series #heretic #maryporter #emily bennett #magic #salvatore #mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #the vampire chronicles #legacies #legacies cw #lexi branson

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

If you don't hear from me in the next days

it's because I'm listening to this,

Bye

#imagine the first heretic but with Guilliman #*this*

[alexyskinnerstories]

He’ll Always Love Her More... This My Parting Gift For Him

Y/n Pov

I should’ve known that he would never love me as much as he loved her his heart belonged to her from the beginning I was just a temporary replacement for her. It’s been a long time since I came to find a solution I was a fool how I even could compare to her in his eyes I can’t be one for him I just need to move on and find happiness I’ve been in my bedroom and for last five days only coming out for dinner or taking a shower Klaus and I had a huge augment lead to us having a physical fight and me ending up brutal injured.

I’ve since then I healed with the blood or people that Rebekah or Elijah would bring me since I couldn’t, Anyways I was looking in my grimior for a resurrection Camille for the dead I’ve decided to give back his true love as a goodbye gift. My older brother was at his place working on an immortal potion for her we figured out we could make her an immortal human with certain abilities I found the spell of resurrection just as I got a text from my brother saying that he needed the blood of an immortal being to finish the potion I text him back saying am on the way I grab my grimior put it in my backpack along some candles and other herbs that I know my brother doesn't have I walked downstairs to the kitchen and grab myself a water bottle I walked to the front door I open the door when it’s was thrown open It was Klaus and Elijah I was about to fall back but Elijah caught my arm I sighed as Klaus just continue to walk away without even apologizing or even greeting me I walked out the door thank Elijah before I completely left I got in my car and drove to my brothers place after I made it I immediately got my stuff and headed inside

He was standing by the cauldron putting something into it he stop when saw me I started to break down crying he walked over to me and brought me into a hug and comfort me and tells me that he isn’t worthy of my tears I started calming down we sat down for a bit and just embrace each other when I got myself together I pulled away from my brothers that started helping him we walked over to the over to the boiling potion he said that my blood was the last thing need, I grab the athame I slit my hand and drip my blood drip into the potion it gave off a puff of smoke after the smoke cleared Vincent bottle it and we set are way the Camille gravy when we got there I could feel a protection spell around it I shifted into my heretic hybrid form my eyes glowing yellow with slits like cat eyes I broke through the protection barrier

I wave my hand over her grave and layers of dirt and grass disappear until it gets to her coffin I levitated her coffin up until we can get to it I held it in air until Vincent grab her out of the coffin suddenly we heard some running coming towards us Vincent ran over to me I snapped my fingers and everything went back in place I grab Vincent shoulder and made us invisible soon the Mikaelson’s appear with a unknown woman I haven’t seen they Klaus was glaring at the witch I assume because nothing seems to be out of place The witch kept saying she felt the barrier break she convinced them to dig out the grave I Motion my brother to stop walking at silent our sounds so we wouldn’t be followed we made it to the car and drove off we got cut off by Klaus car I mentally cloak Camllie body before Klaus and Rebekah yanks my brother and I She let be go when she recognize me I nodded as she look apologetic and she looked over to Klaus I looked at him as well see him still having his neck around my brother neck let my brother down and held on to Klaus my brother move behind me I dropped Niklaus he falls to the ground hard he ran towards us Elijah tried to get him but he was moving to fast I stop him right before he got in front of us I held my hand telekinetic push him back as I walked forward Vincent had already got back in the car and was waiting for me, “ Klaus I be damn if you hurt my brother I let you get away with hitting me but I will not let you hurt my brother.” By now my eyes are changed again I never felt so much rage I moved him towards his car I opened the door telekinetic and throw him inside I locked it keeping him inside I walked over to Rebekah and Elijah and told them I’ll be staying with my brother for a bit while they were sad but understood why they got into their car and drove off I stayed out until I couldn’t hear or see the car anymore Vincent drove the car next to me I got in we immediately drove back to his place as soon we got the we went into a spare bedroom and we both immediately started the resurrection spell it took a lot of magic out of the both of us we finished and went downstairs it was gonna take her a while to wake up I know we are gonna need our energy back so I ordered some delivery for the both of us I thought of bro to go that a shower since was some dry and his own fresh blood on him I started researching the the soulmate location spell and potion it’s fine pretty steady there your soul may even be in another universe or multi-verse I know it was risky but I had to find my soulmate I need to be happy I didn’t realize how long I was reading over the spell until my brother was looking over my shoulder “ Are you really thinking about doing this spell.” He asked me, “Yes I am, I need to find my happiness brother even if that means I need to travel to another universe then I’m going to have my happiness no matter the consequences.

#the originals imagine #powerful!reader #powerful reader #best friend Elijah Mikaelson #black!oc #x black reader #black reader #witch reader #Vincent Griffith sibling Imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #new universe #heretic reader #reqs open

[chronurgy]

might be alone in this, but I actually prefer essek being totally correct about the luxon not being a god more than any other theory. there's something so delicious in knowing you've proved evethying you'd always striven to prove, and then realizing that what you did to get there wasn't worth it. that you shouldn't have done it. to be totally vindicated, and have it not matter. to claim the title of the world's bestest, most smartest, rightest boy and realize it doesn't mean a damn thing

#essek thelyss #critical role #cr2 #love to think of essek finding out he was right thanks to some of the assembly's research and then having to admit it still isn't worth it #that he still regrets what he did #that it was still wrong #also would love to see him provide the evidence to the dynasty and watch it not change a damn thing #watch them either vanish the evidence or just ignore it entirely #I just think both of those things would be baller character moments for him #just absolutely fascinating to imagine #how do you deal when you prove it's all a lie and nothing changes? except your homeland maybe declaring you a heretic? #would just loooove to see how he copes #yes he's my blorbo yes I want to put him in the blender

[v-velvetykisscs]

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒 / 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

SUMMARY: kai kidnaps you to try his new powers on you and you try to escape him.

WARNING: yandere ! kai - obsessive, worshipper, sadistic , deranged ! kai ( basically normal kai lol ) heretic! y/n, tvd gang! y/n marking/carving kink, bondage, blindfolding, sexual references, pet names, blood kink??( swallowing of blood )

NOTE: this is so dirty, i feel like i'm teasing you guys. lemme know if you want a part 2!! :)

god, she's so beautiful.

he thought as he stared at your drowsy form.

at the soft arch in your back, at your silky smooth curtains of hair and the way it cascaded onto your face, swaying softly with the breath of breeze that travelled through the double doors on either side of the corridors.

it was kai who had carried you bridal style through the empty hallways of mystic falls high and tied you up to the ceiling tiles. he'd done it all so meticulously, locked your handcuffs in around each of your smooth, porcelain wrists. wrapped a black headband around your lids, letting his fingertips graze the cold skin of your cheeks.

he could feel a twitch from under his kaki cargo shorts form as he let his mind drift to a vision of you wailing and moaning in pain as he practiced his magic on you. the thought of you writhing in agonising pain on your knees in front of him, relaxing into his touch as he grasped your chin tightly was enough to send him over the edge.

he yearned nothing more but to break you. to break you and bend you to his will. to mark you and claim you as his. but most importantly, to make you love him as much as he adored you.

flinching, you turned your limp head away from the white haze of lights seeping your vision through the black material covering your eyelids. you hear the monotonous hum of electricity.

what the fuck?

you jerk your head up suddenly, twisting your head from side to side as you try your hardest to see through the fabric tightly wrapped around your eyes. you finally feel the rest of your limbs outstretched and when you try to move your right hand you hear the loud jangle of chains.

is this some sick joke?

your heartbeat accelerates in your chest, ready to leap out of your ribcage and out of your dry mouth. you inhale shakily and try to tap into your magic but it's as if it's been dried up. panic surges through you tenfold as you realise you can't feel your magic through your veins.

"i'd give up trying if i were you, i've sucked up most of your magic. thanks for that by the way doll face.”

suddenly a pair of hands settled on the sides of your head and snaked around to reach the knot holding the folded fabric over your eyes on. with a small tug, the fabric came undone.

you blinked hard as your eyes focused on a tall figure towering over your restrained form, inching slowly toward you.

you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think he was breathtakingly gorgeous, with his chiselled jaw and button nose and the lopsided smirk resting on his plump lips.

but what entranced you most were his metallic blue eyes, a mixture of asphalt and gas-stove-blue flames, sparking with azure embers.

his eyes were kindled with excessive excitement, but the churning feeling from within the pit of your stomach and the goosebumps creeping over your bare arms outwardly showed the dread you had for the man shamelessly trailing his gaze down your shackled body, almost undressing you with your eyes.

fucking perv.

“who are you?” you hesitantly asked.

“oh i’ve forgot to introduce myself. manners, i’m kai, pleased to make your acquaintance. i'm quite offended damon and bonnie haven't mentioned me.”

“oh, they have. i know you're a social pariah and fucking psycho and i want you to unshackle me right now-“

suddenly, he gripped your jaw in his hand, interrupting you. the cold, silver metal of the ring on his index finger burning against your skin as he turned your face in his soft palm and you felt disgust at yourself the pang of warmth the action sent through your abdomen, spreading like wildfire to your cheeks.

his eyes squinted as he analysed every detail on your face, as if committing the sight of you to memory, photographing you into his dirty, perverse twisted mind.

"you've got quite the mouth on you, i'm surprised. considering how cute you look."

he let go of you gently, smirking at the look of distaste on your face.

after all, he loves the idea of a challenge.

“sorry about earlier, i didn't mean to knock you out. in fact i think i might’ve accidentally killed you, judging by the colour of your skin and the veins bulging out of your cute face, you looked like mouldy cheese” you crinkled your nose at this.

"why did you take me?" you whispered

"oh. i thought it was obvious. you're a freak of nature, well that's rich coming from me but i find you truly fascinating. besides, your regenerative powers make me feel less awful about toying with your life."

"my friends will come get me soon." you tugged against your chains, moving as much as the fetters allowed toward him threateningly, staring him down. you rattled against your cuffs and kept on tugging on them.

"nothing a little invisique spell can't fix. do me a favour and stop making such a fuss? it's insufferably annoying."

he lifted his hand toward you and you winced as a wave agony lashed across your face. you felt an invisible force tracing across your cheek painfully and you screamed at the sight of blood dripping down your jaw. your heart lapped against your ribcage in fear and you moaned with pain as kai's magic gouged lines into your face. soon the pain resided and your head lolled down as you stared at the floor.

you heard a loud crack and glass shatter onto the floor and from your peripheral vision noticed him pick up a shard. he advanced toward you, tilting your head up once again with his index and thumb abruptly, extending the mirror toward you. you stared back at your reflection, trails of tears under your sunken eyes and a bloody "K" letter carved into the skin of your cheek.

he licked his lips as he watched the blood pool at the edge of your face, dripping onto the floor, his eyes brightening at the sight. He turned to look into your face, his line of sight falling to your red lips, bruised from biting onto them. he placed his own above yours, ghosting over the skin and you felt his mouth stretch into a wide smirk. immobilised you drew in a sharp breath at the beyond-invasive proximity. feeling a shudder pass down your spine at the pool of heat building between the flesh of your legs, covered with skin-tight jeans

gently, he brushed your hair behind your ear whispering slowly into it.

"you look perfect." he told you, grazing your cheek with his thumb as he smeared the blood onto his finger, licking it off with his tongue.

you kneed him, eliciting a grunt of pain and tugged furiously at your handcuffs which gave way with the second yank, dawning coming upon you that your supernatural strength had regenerated. you burst into a sprint toward the doors to the outside, pushing them open forcefully and leaped out before being sent backward. You hurled yourself again in hopes you could pass the threshold to the outside but was knocked back again due to the invisible magical barrier planted at the entrance.

“come back doll face, i’m not done with you!” you heard him say loudly from down the corridor. you turned on your heel and chased down another corridor, bursting through another door.

with a whoosh of wind, the lights flickered intermittently. you looked around to see you landed into a cafeteria, adorned with white and red foldable, large lunch tables. you rushed to the double doors at the end of the lunch all and tugged them open.

you felt your heart plummet down into your stomach, drumming loudly in your ears, prying its way out of your body.

kai raised his head to gaze at you as you opened the door. his hand propped over his head, body slouched forward, as he'd been patiently waiting for you on the other side of the door all along. he wanted to make you feel like you stood a chance and thrived off taking that glimmer of hope away. he got off your despair and couldn’t help the cheshire smile pulling at the sides of his mouth, brimming with pride.

“found you.”

#kai parker #tvd fanfiction #kai parker x reader #tvd #yandere! kai parker #writing #chris wood #malachai parker #kai parker imagine #kai parker fanfiction #kai parker x y/n #kai parker x you #stefan salvatore #bonnie and damon #damon salvatore #bonnie bennett #elena gilbert #caroline forbes #heretic tvd #siphoner

[bakerstreethound]

Chasing Shadows

Relationship: General Kirigan (Darkling) x reader

Warnings: swearing, slight fluff, possible hints of nsfw themes (if you squint)

Summary: No Power AU. Aleksander takes you to Toronto away from your everyday working life for a vacation with suprises in store. 

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: Special thanks goes to @novaracer​ for encouraging me to post this fic. The concept for this work was based on a Valentines game my friend @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds​ posted and these were my results, so I decided to run with the idea and form something from it. I hope you all enjoy. As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics​

You didn’t expect your weekend to be upended in something so unexpected, but Aleks always took you by surprise no matter the time of day. You watch him as he paces by the transparent window, smiling to yourself enjoying both the view and the bustling city life around you. Of all places, he had taken both of you to Toronto, a city bustling and full of life. You were not expecting a fancy hotel suit. 

Sure, a nice quiet evening at your shared apartment was nice, followed by a simple dinner and discussing the pains and joys of the day. However, the recent weeks and the hassle of your day to day lives with him at the law firm and you working at the University down the street warranted some time for respite. 

“Exactly how many strings did you have to pull from the firm to get this?” You say, stretching your arms above your head while Aleks continued pacing, the assurdness in his strides a welcome, familiar feeling. 

His warm dark eyes meet yours, and your heart fluttered as he responded. “Not many, other than saying I’d like a change of scenery to conduct important business,” he raised a cheeky brow. 

He comes over and you reached up running your fingers through his messy morning hair, smiling softly as he leaned into your touch, grasping your waist as he falls into you, pressing you into the soft pillowy mattress that felt more like a dream than reality. The soft plumage encompassing your body like an airy cloud. 

“I heard there’s a market downtown today,” he said, peppering kisses along your neck as he continued, “perhaps we could take a look around, maybe find dinner or lunch while we’re at it.” 

“Sounds delightful.” 

Soon enough you’re walking down the lively streets, the incessant honking of the cars a cacophony of an unfamiliar symphony your ears. An elderly lady calls out to you from her cart, noticing the way your fingers intertwined with Aleks’ and you offer her a small smile, guiding Aleks along to greet her. Never had you seen so many flowers, the varieties multitudes and full of brigh voluminous color, the petals beckoning for you to reach out and take them with you. 

“How about these?” The old lady pipes up, gesturing to the selection of blood red roses, so dark and luxurious they look as if they could bleed. Aleks, smiled to himself while you carefully hovered your finger along them, plucking the stem from its pot, bringing the rose to your nose, inhaling deeply. In it you could smell you hopes and desires, blooming cacadeing down along the deepest depths of your heart. In fact, Aleks, in his stupor of watching the flowers with you, brushed away a lock of your hair, picking up one of the beautiful blossoms, tucking it behind your ear. 

The old lady practically beamed at the reaction, a ray of sunshine warming you from head to toe, a delicious contrast to the sharp edges and coolness of Aleks’ shadows. 

You toss her one last warm smile as Aleks’ arms wrap around you sweeping you in, his lips brushing playfully against your, before guiding you further down the walkway, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. 

“What if I told you I have an idea for the evening just for us?” He smiled, pulling you closer, where you could look deeo withing his eyes. Those glorious eyes beautiful, mischievous twins, half crescent moons circling the irises. 

You don’t know what got into him, but you’re not to blame, for you make his heart feel younger than it has in years despite the loss of his family and many other relatives. He pulls you further down the street as the sky gradually begins to shift, clouds blocking its warming rays. 

You passed by the other vendors, assortments of food, jewlery, and clothing passing by in a cacophony of noise, color, and sound. The liveliness, the breathing heart of the city was all around you, welcoming you in its arms. You didn’t want to leave, wanted to breathe it in the smell of the air, crisp and clean, impending rain on the horizon.  

When the brush of the first drop falls along your face, you couldn’t help but raise your head to the sky, letting it wash over you, cleansing you, renewing. Alek’s watched you intently, memorizing every inch of your face, the way the rain traced along the pattern of your face along your jaw as he’d done time again with his lips. How it made his heart yearn all the more, wanting to savor each and every moment with you, to treasure it, capture this time away from the rest of the world illuminated only by you. 

So, he pulls you closer, you gaze snapping to meet his, full of understanding, laughter in your eyes when he gathers you fully in his arms, a hand around your waist, swaying with you, not caring about your wet clothes clinging to you like a second skin. He never felt so young for all his years of living. The way the rain falls down your face, painting you like the most beautiful aanbas he’s ever seen. He wants to be with you almost every waking hour of the day

He thought nothing more than how you spun in his arms, reaching out and back to him, both your steps in sync while you carried on along the pavement. Every spin was enthralling, the joy infectious, and when his hands fall to your waist, dipping you down, your lips a hardsbreath apart, chest rising and falling, your hands sup his face, stroking it, not caring you were on display for all to see. His lips meeting your made all feel right in the world, the smile blooming unabashedly along your face as you deepened it more, leaning in to him wanrting to be consumed by him and his very essence didn;t fall away. 

“You’re so beautiful,” a tingly warmth followed his statement as he offered his hand to you, interlacing it with his as he rushed you down the street out of the rain quickly becoming a torrential downpour. You can’t help but pull him back to you, a loud crash of thunder and lightening following in tandum while you kiss him once more, running your finger through the wet raven strands of his hair, laughter bubbling from you joyously as the rain soaks you further to the bone. 

You arch you brow in amusement as he grasps your hand and kisses it. “Perhaps we should get dry.”

He brought you in for yet another kiss, his thumb gliding over your lower lip, sending shivers along your body in its wake. 

“I see somewhere we could go,” you whisper as you broke away from his lips, interlacing your hands with his once again, looking out in the distance, a familiar steeple of a chapel beckoning to you. He darts down the pavement with you in tandem, quickly pushing aside the heavy wooden doors, warmth streaming in to greet you both soothing through your body the cold dissipating from you body. 

The small chapel’s light flickered in greeting, but no one else seemed to be present, you thought until you heard the faint whisperings of a person from further within the corridor. 

“Perhaps we should find somewhere else?” Aleks inquired humming to himself as he looked through the pamphlets littering the welcome desk before you, strands of his hair brushing along his forehead, lips forming into a boyish grin. 

A deluge of rain falls by, pounding harder on the rooftop, silencing his question while you shook your head in amusement, twiddling your thumbs all the while, biting the inside of your cheek as you recounted the entirety of the day. How could something so delightful end up in this dismal state. 

However, you found your gaze latched upon Alek’s figure against the shadow, watching how he felt at home in them, shaded by them just so, making his features all the more alluring and mysterious. There was still so much about him you did not know, in all your years together, you still found some inescapable thread of longing tying towards him, beckoning you to him no matter the distance. It etched between timelines, between all reasons of doubt, something imbued in his very essence keeps you to him, some subsequent part of you knowing this and him are always meant to be. 

When his gaze snapped over to yours, the sounds of the faint humming down the corridor fading, does he allow himself to indulge in many a kiss, pulling you flush up against him, desperation and want forming in full tandem, drowning out the incessant rain, replaced by the rapturous beating of your treacherous heart. 

Longing and wanton need brimmied at the edges of your vision, bright, perfect harmony utter sublime, your hands grasp the lapels of his coat, slightly damp but closer to dry than it had been moments earlier when walking through the door.Yet everything about him smells the same, familiarity, comfort, clinging to his skin, alighting you with want and an incessant need for more. He was yours, well you wanted him to be more than anything. You knew within your heart of hearts that somehow destiny was on your side, putting your broken pieces together, completing you with nothing but bliss. Perhaps it was the air, the scenery, the change of pace, but you did not want whatever it was to end. You needed this, wanted him until the end of your days. 

“Penny for your thoughts, dear one?” Alek’s honey sweet voice laced in lush richness whispered into you ear, sending an ungodly amount of shivers along your spine. 

You murmur, far too gone in your feelings everything falling and collapsing within your mind all together and all at once while you respond, “Nothing but the usual,”while wrapping your arms around his waist, sucking gentle marks along the exposed skin of his neck you can reach. 

“Surely you can spare one, I saw the way you were watching me,” a small smirk formed along his lip, which you so desperately want to bite in retaliation, but you can’t summon the willpower to move from your compromising position, your back pinned against the walls of the chapel, Aleks’ breath hot along your neck. 

You hum to yourself, allowing yourself to relax into his touch, thoughts of someone catching you in the front entry corridor long gone from your mind. All you can think of his him and what he can give to you, but the words that fall from your lips surprise you. 

“Marry me, then and perhaps I’ll let you become privy to all my secrets you so desperately want from me in this moment, Aleks.” 

“Do you mean it?” 

“Mean what?” 

He nipped your neck harshly, his voice low and deep in your ear. “Do you absolutely want me privy to all of your secrets, my love?” 

“Nothing would give me greater joy,” the slight sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed but he continued, little to nothing trying to dissuade him. Meanwhile, your mind whirrled in a blurry, heart still pounding you’re sure he wasn;t bringing it to your attention for your sanity’s sake. 

Did you want to marry him? All but two years had you living under the same roof fighting off all these feelings surfacing over and over again. 

The feeling of his lips on yours, the stares on you when you walked through the room, lighting you up made you feel alive under him, his eyes, the light and shadow intermingling in the affairs of his life. Now that you thought of it further, nothing made sense without him in your life, it would be like a sky without the most wondrous of stars and the constellations. 

“I want you, Aleks, if you’ll have me.” You look up meeting his gaze, his hands still gripping your waist, forehead bending to reach yours. 

“It would be my greatest honor to have you as my equal, to have you by my side always.” He smiled, dipping you in his arms, your hands cupping his face, an electric spark forging when your lips collided, sealing your fates together, forever sealing your silent vows murmured underneath the sky full of shadow and stars.

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@bakerstreethound​ @lilythemadqueen​ @frostandflamesfanfic​ @groovy-lady​ @viper-official​ @jakecockley​ @starks-hero​

#general kirigan x reader #the darkling x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #shadow and bone imagine #ben barnes #the black heretic #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #no power au

[emmcfrxst]

first time saying anything, so let me start by saying how much i adore your blog. you literally feed my delusions with your drabbles :3

we always say how arthur would draw his partner to show his love and appreciation, but what about his partner writing poems and dedicating those to him? :)

personally that’s my love language, how do you think he would react? (probably rolling on the floor all flustered)

hi!!! tysm i’m glad u like my silly little drabbles <333

i think he’d be so incredibly touched if you showed him poems inspired by him because he’s never really deemed himself worthy of anything, especially art, and to know you love him deeply enough that you feel the need to write about him would make him really emotional. would clear his throat and try to look confident but his hands would be shaking so bad as he grips the little notebook you write your poems in. he would definitely feel a little overwhelmed in a way but never negatively, i think he’d be hit by the realization that the love and devotion he feels for you is fully reciprocated <3

#blvck-heretic #answered #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan imagine #rdr2 fluff #rdr2 imagine #red dead redemption 2 fluff #red dead redemption 2 imagine

[fandoms--fluff]

Can you do a Reader where yn Is elijah's daughter and she's an heretic (not a siphoner) x Katherine Pierce where they are girlfriends

Dating Katherine Pierce as a Mikaelson Headcannons

Your dad would definitely be stunned when finding out about you and Katherine

But then he would go into crazy protective mode, not wanting anything to happen to his little girl, even though you yourself are almost 1000 years old as your family

You'd teach Katherine all the things you can do within being a witch as well as a vampire

Talking with your Aunt Rebekah about her and being all star-eyed

You guys kept the secret from your family for almost two years before telling your father

And with that, came sneaking out a lot or lying where you're going. And worked splendidly. Which is weird considering how all your family has enhanced hearing.

Having to make sure your father hadn't followed you guys on the first couple dates after he found out about you and Katherine

Blasting the cd player and dancing together while drinking from the bourbon bottle>>>

Your uncle Klaus would be pestering you with questions about Katherine, but you'd just ignore most of them

You guys have an apartment in town where you meet up most days and nights

^you keep it a secret from your family, only Rebekah knows about it

Katherine getting you to siphon off her when it's needed

Blood sharing>>

Taking a trip to New York and having the time of your lives

Sharing clothes with each other

Like at some point you guys just share multiple closets, not caring who's is who's.

Putting protective shielding spells on her when an enemy of your family or anyone else trying to get revenge on her or you.

Going shopping together and 'spending' a ton of money

^Why'd you guys pay for things when you can easily compel the cashiers ;)

Being very protective of her when Mikael come back to the living

The same is said when your dad learns of Mikael's presence. If he could lock you in a tower like Rapunzel, he probably would.

Sneaking Katherine into your room in the early myths of your relationship

Gazing into each other's eyes when on dates

Teaching her how to read some of the spells in your grimoires

#katherine pierce x fem reader #katherine pierce x female reader #katherine pierce x reader #katherine pierce #katherine pierce x mikaelson reader #katherine pierce x female mikaelson reader #katherine pierce x heretic reader #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x daughter reader #headcannons #dating katherine pierce headcannons #cute #fluff #thevampirediaries #imagines #theoriginals #legacies

[bellarkeselection]

Hey could I request a heretic black reader x klaus Mikaelson where the reader is a newly turned heretic and best friend of Hayley and Freya and she slept with klaus and is pregnant with his child and is scared to tell him and when she tell him, he asked her to marry him maybe cause he’s so in love with her?

My Lovely Heretic

I screamed seeing the end of the bed on fire causing the bedroom door to get kicked opened. My best friends Haley and Freya came in putting it out when I slide down on the ground feeling my fangs coming out again. Hayley bends down handing me a blood bag that I immediately drank down still shaking. "Y/n, it's going to be okay. We'll keep training you so you can get the handle on being a - heretic." She replied seeing me still shaking. I had been killed a few weeks ago by a vampire who thought I was human. Once he realized I wasn't Marcel tried to kill me and succeed until I came back with Klaus's blood in my system. But that's not all there's a reason I set the bed on fire this morning when I was having a panic attack. "Y/n, is this uh. Oh my God you're pregnant!" Freya picked up the positive test off the bathroom counter turning my direction with a shocked smile on her face. "Yes...I am Freya." I sniffed through tears still terrified.

"Who's the father. Does he know about the baby yet?" Hayley asked gently resting her hands on my shoulders. Shaking my head no I hug my knees to my chest sniffing through more tears because this is insane. When you become a vampire you lose the ability to have children. So that test shouldn't read positive. But apparently I slept with the only living hybrid that can have children, Klaus Mikaelson. Klaus and I had met at a bar one night and had some drinks but I couldn't resist his charm so we ended up in bed together. "It's...um...Klaus." I muttered under my breath with neither of my friends hearing what I said so I just gripped my hair crying out causing the bed to get thrown up in the air and smack down on the ground with a loud thud. "The father is Klaus Mikaelson!" Hayley and Freya both dropped down to me saying together with grins on their faces. "You have to tell him!"

Pulling myself together I don't bother bringing the pregnancy test with me since he will be able to hear the heartbreat like I can now. Slowly walking down the stairs I find him in his art studio painting in silence. Turning on my heels I started to leave but he spoke not pausing his work. "What's on your mind this time Y/n. Am I going to have to pay for another broken bed?" Bending my head down to the ground I regret that I live in a house full of vampires that can hear literally everything. "I'm sorry Klaus. You know I might not be living here anymore..." I trailed off until he set his stuff down striding up to me reading my nervous body language, plus I always play with my hair when I'm nervous. "What's troubling you love. You can tell me anything you remember that don't you."

"Klaus I uh - I'm pregnant with your child. I didn't except it to happen and I completely get it if you want nothing to do with me. I mean we didn't really date and just jumped into bed together so-" Suddenly he cupped my face in his hands crashing his mouth lips onto mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck I melted against his embrace kissing him back until he dropped down on a knee right before me. "Y/n L/n, I know what you think that I wouldn't want anything to do with you. But that's wrong because I am hopelessly in love with you. I felt you work your way into my heart when you were a human. Now we can spend eternity together you and I...and this...our child. So will you marry me and become my little heretic?" Flinging my arms around his neck I tackled him onto his back crashing my lips onto his smirking. "Yes Klaus. Here's to forever." He smiled kissing me back deeply.

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[yowie-wowie]

in a way I think we're all fungalore, hearing wishes but unable (or unwilling- it's really not clear) to fulfill them

#heard chef #20fungalore #he heard your wish #also this is tangential and possibly heretical #but id like to see more fungalore fan art #i noticed the main archetypes were either merle or taako based which i love but hear me out #magnus burnsides inspired fungalore #mbmbam #taz balance #voidfish fungalore? #i know we aren't supposed to imagine him or give him power but hes a tantalizing little emergent property #like did the mcelroys conjur a demi-tulpa in the naming of the year ceremony? #like swiss cheese theory but for the divine forge #my posts

[wackachewbacca]

Listen I know the Judicators are like ultra religious boogey men of Vasselheim and you would not want to meet one down a dark alley at night

BUT their aesthetics and lore are awesome. you as a disciple were so devoted to the gods you underwent extreme trials of faith, relinquished your identities and just became an all around powerhouse in the process not to mention the uniforms absolutely fuck cause you have to look fabulous while you hunt down religious heretics who stole secret religious lore

#like yeah there’s some moral quandaries on a super religious police force that imprisons and possibly tortures supposed religious heretics #but damn they look stylish #I am definitely thinking of the art of them from the fan art that popped up during the break #like they totally nailed the authority in fear I imagined they’d have by their presence #I have the wrong name for the judicator art it’s actually jesseketchin is the handle #judicators #critical role #cr spoilers