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syshist · 19 days ago
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Pete Dunham’s materialist!
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☼ —> angst
⭑ —> smut
- Football girl
- Tutoring class
- Patching him up after a fight
- Lazy mornings
- Pete headcannons
- Silent Treatment
- Girlfriend?!
- Meeting his mates
- “It’s bloody obvious”
- “glad you got ‘em framed”
- “my birthday is not a big deal” -“Yes it is!”
- slang class
- Crew cut
- Scars
- The look of love
- West Ham win! ⭑
- Babysitters
- Grading pete’s students
- family dinner
- teaching you how to drive
- the proposal
- big announcement
- baking cookies
- i just thought of you
- photo booth
- shopping with pete
- “yes mom”
- “how do you put up with him?”
- the letters that never came ☼
- drunk and clingy ⭑ (-ish)
- mundane things
- a fever
- big softie
- tattoo time
- rivals
- meeting his mom
- the effects of a suit
- painting the house
- cozy night
- every breath you take
- sickness
- seeing you in his clothes
- a woman’s pov
- gossiping with pete
- I miss you come here
- chef dunham
- first football match
- working abroad ⭑
- a picture in his wallet
- daisies
- valentine’s day
- captured moments ft. the lads
- the romantic gasp
- pete with a hiperfeminine reader
- fashion show
- manspreading
- football class
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syshist · 2 months ago
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уйти в лес и жить отшельницей
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syshist · 5 months ago
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Kol Mikaelson Fics
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Just Hear Meow-t - I was thinking Kol Mikaleson x Reader. Where Reader was finding blood for Kol because he was hungry. She found some blood bag from the hospital and she heard a tiny meow and she found a cute small kitten. It has brown eyes and mixed tan and brown fur, and it reminds her of Kol. She brought the kitten back, and Kol was eyeing at her, looking for suspicious. When she told him what she found, she gave him the cute baby eyes to convince him that Kol and Reader could keep it. :)
Wild, Uncharted Waters - Kol wants to meet the witch that saved his life. Once he does, he meets someone willing to support him against his brother. Set during the early 1900s in New Orleans.
This Christmas - You come back to New Orleans and come face-to-face with a vampire that broke your heart.
Grateful - Kol admits he is grateful for you.
Monster - Kol tries to comfort you during transition but your emotions get in the way.
Frustrations - Kol makes up being busy with his family to you. 18+.
Live Forever - You and Kol break up. He doesn't want to live forever without you.
Unwanted Assistance - Kol isn't particularly fond of you helping an ex.
Where You Belong - Kol doesn't like the two of being broken up. He reminds you where you belong.
No One Hurts My Girl - Kol finds a way to push you to him.
New Rules - Anna has new rules and she counts them, but sometimes rules are made to be broken.
Criminal - A witch meets the devil himself.
Merry Christmas - Kol finds out he has been extra nice for Christmas this year. For my 18+ folks.
Perhaps A Visit - Liv has a bad day at work and her boyfriend suggests a fun activity for himself.
Beauty and the Beast - Kol Mikaelson being a stepfather to his girlfriend's child.
Mine - Your manipulative ex shows up at your job on Valentine's Day. Kol makes sure he shows the guy you are his.... permanently.
Advice - Y/N tells Kol to do anything he can to fix his relationship with Davina. The advice comes back to bite you in the ass.
Weary Alliance -
Kol isn't a fan of Y/N going on a mission with the werewolves, so he agrees to go.
The Secrets We Keep - Summary: Kol and Y/N have a secret of their own. Based on when they first lived in New Orleans. 18+. Smut...ish?
Deadly Secret - Summary: Kol finds himself catching feelings for Y/N, but she has a secret.
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syshist · 5 months ago
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Expect The Unexpected - Kol Mikaelson x Reader
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Summary: Kol saves you from a creep and it leads somewhere you never expected
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Warning; creepy stalker; think that’s it
Notes: Had to write some Kol but I will be writing more Joel and Tommy Miller tomorrow x
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syshist · 5 months ago
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вайбовый туалет в рандомной кофейне с интерьером СССР
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syshist · 5 months ago
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Bound by moonlight
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I had this idea last night so decided to write it. I'm not sure if this will become more part series or just a little cute short story so let me know if you maybe want me to continue it! Hope you enjoy!
The full moon holds significance across countless cultures. In Chinese traditions, it symbolizes family unity and yin energy. To Hindus, the full moon is sacred, a celestial witness to rituals like Guru Purnima, honouring those who illuminate the path to wisdom. The Japanese gaze at the autumn moon as a poignant emblem of impermanence. For Muslims, it marks the heart of the lunar month. And for the Celts and pagans, the full moon brims with ancient power, a beacon for magic and spiritual awakening.
The poets and artists of the ages have romanticized its silver glow, spinning it into a symbol of love, mystery, and longing.
But for Nicolette, the full moon was neither sacred nor beautiful.
It was chaos.
Each month, the moon’s rise heralded her undoing. Beneath its unyielding gaze, her body would break, shift, and reform into a creature of instinct. A wolf born of rage and primal energy. And though her senses sharpened, her mind became a blank canvas, void of reason, void of memory.
What she did in those dark hours—those fleeting moments when she surrendered to her wolf—was a mystery. It was her blessing, perhaps, that she never remembered.
But it was also her curse.
Because each morning, she awoke to the aftermath: torn clothes, muddy footprints, and whispers of terror she could not trace. And so, the full moon wasn’t poetry to her, it was a thief, stealing her control, her sanity, and the fragile peace she clung to.
And tonight, as the moon climbed higher into the midnight sky, Nicolette felt it again—the pull, the promise, and the curse.
She had been trapped in this endless cycle ever since that night.
It had started so innocently, a joyful evening meant to celebrate a milestone in her life. She’d finally earned her driver’s license, and her parents couldn’t have been prouder. They decided on dinner to mark the occasion. She couldn’t even recall whose idea it was to order some wine, the casual suggestion that, since she could drive now, they could indulge just a little and she could drive them home. It wasn't like she was old enough to drink anyway.
But what seemed like a harmless decision turned out to be fatal.
The memory had grown hazy over the years, softened around the edges like a photograph left too long in the sun. She could barely piece it together now—the blinding lights of the oncoming car, the screeching metal, the jarring pain that stole her breath. Then the sterile, suffocating smell of the hospital. The rhythmic beeping of machines punctuating the silence of her grief.
And finally, the words. The ones that shattered what little remained of her world. You survived. They didn’t.
The pain of their loss had been unbearable, a wound that time refused to heal. But worse still was what came after.
When she first turned, she had no idea what was happening. She thought the grief and guilt had finally consumed her mind. The agony of the transformation had been unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Her body twisting and breaking, muscles contorting as something ancient and primal clawed its way to the surface.
She woke naked and trembling in the middle of the woods, her skin streaked with dirt and blood. The confusion had been bad enough. The horror came later, when she heard the news: a group of tourists had been slaughtered in the forest that night. Torn apart by some wild animal.
It didn’t take long for her to connect the pieces.
She was sixteen then—just a child, really. A child who had to learn, alone and terrified, what she had become.
Now, at twenty-three, Nicolette had learned how to survive. She knew how to chain herself up when the full moon rose, how to isolate herself far from civilization. She understood the curse that coursed through her veins.
But that didn’t mean she’d accepted it.
The full moon still terrified her. It always would.
And tonight, as it began its slow ascent into the night sky, she felt the familiar dread settle into her chest. The ache of anticipation, the promise of pain.
She hated it. Hated the moon, hated herself. Hated the monster she became when its light consumed her.
But no amount of hatred could change the truth. The moon didn’t care.
Klaus was at the Mikaelson manor, seated in the dim glow of the living room, a glass of bourbon cradled lazily in his hand. The firelight flickered across his sharp features, casting shadows that danced with an almost menacing rhythm. He stared into the flames, his expression a familiar mix of brooding and defiance. For Klaus Mikaelson, self-pity was as much a pastime as it was an art form.
He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, debating whether he should pour another, knowing full well he would. But just as his hand moved toward the decanter, a faint sound disrupted the silence.
A scratching at the front door.
His brow furrowed, the irritation immediate. Who in bloody hell dares disturb me at this hour? he thought, rising from his chair with an air of both annoyance and intrigue. His steps were slow, deliberate, as he approached the door. Whoever or whatever was foolish enough to trespass on his doorstep was about to be sorely reminded why the Mikaelson name inspired fear.
He leaned closer, peering through the peephole.
What he saw gave him pause.
A wolf. But not just any wolf.
This creature was larger than any ordinary wolf, its powerful frame illuminated faintly by the moonlight. That alone was enough to spark suspicion—Klaus knew the difference between a wild animal and one cursed by the moon. It had to be a werewolf.
But what werewolf would dare show up at his front door?
Its fur was a pristine white, almost glowing against the darkness, and its eyes… pale blue, piercing, as if they could see through him. A flicker of recognition stirred in Klaus’s chest, though he couldn’t explain why. What unsettled him most was the way it stood there, perfectly still, its gaze unyielding.
He couldn’t see its eyes clearly from the peephole, yet somehow, inexplicably, he felt as though the wolf was staring right back at him.
His instincts screamed caution. Logic dictated he should turn away, that this was some foolish trap, some scheme to provoke him.
But curiosity, that old, dangerous friend of his, had other plans.
Against his better judgment, Klaus opened the door.
The wolf didn’t flinch. It merely stood there, its gaze locked on his, as though waiting for something. A challenge, perhaps. Or an invitation.
Klaus stepped forward, his movements deliberate but not without caution. He knelt slowly, his gaze never leaving the wolf’s. He hadn’t survived centuries of betrayal by being careless, but there was something in those pale blue eyes that stilled his wariness.
Tentatively, he reached out. His fingers brushed its fur, and he was startled by the sensation. It was soft. Softer than he’d imagined. Like silk.
For a moment, he simply stayed there, kneeling before the creature, his hand resting on its fur. It didn’t move. It didn’t snarl or growl. It only watched him with those unyielding eyes.
"Who are you?" Klaus mumbled, his voice low and hesitant.
The wolf tilted its head at his words, its pale blue eyes unblinking as it continued to watch him. Klaus exhaled sharply, shaking his head at himself. As if it’s going to answer, he thought, a dry smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Right," he muttered under his breath, his hand absently stroking the soft fur between the wolf’s ears. It was strange, absurd really, but oddly soothing. "Are you hurt?" he asked, tilting his head as if searching for signs of injury.
The wolf didn’t flinch, didn’t even whimper. If anything, it seemed… calm. Far too calm, considering it was in the presence of the infamous Klaus Mikaelson.
He should have been suspicious. Any other time, he would have been suspicious. But tonight? For reasons he couldn’t quite name, his usually hypervigilant mind remained uncharacteristically quiet.
"Do you maybe want some water? Something to eat?" Klaus asked, his voice softening in a way that surprised even him.
The wolf gave no response—just that same steady, unyielding gaze.
"Very well," he sighed, pulling his hand back and rising to his feet. He gestured toward the doorway. "Come on in."
To his surprise, and mild amusement, the wolf actually obeyed, padding into the house without hesitation. Its movements were graceful, deliberate, and eerily quiet, like a predator who knew its strength and had no need to flaunt it.
Klaus led the way to the kitchen, his mind racing with questions even as his hands moved on autopilot. He grabbed a bowl and filled it with water, then retrieved some raw meat from the fridge, placing it neatly into another dish.
Setting both bowls down on the floor, he glanced back at the wolf, who had followed him and now stood watching him intently, as though waiting for something.
"You know," Klaus said, a dry chuckle escaping him as he straightened up, "I usually don’t let my guests eat on the floor, but…" He trailed off, shaking his head.
The wolf didn’t seem to mind. It leaned down and began eating, its movements as composed as they were deliberate.
Klaus crossed his arms, leaning casually against the counter as he observed the strange scene before him.
"I must be losing my mind," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Why am I talking to you? And, more importantly, why in bloody hell did I invite you inside and serve you dinner?"
The wolf, naturally, didn’t respond. It simply kept eating, its pale blue eyes flicking up to meet his now and then, as if it understood every word.
And for reasons Klaus couldn’t explain, the wolf’s silent gaze didn’t unnerve him. If anything, it intrigued him.
When the wolf finished eating, it let out a wide, lazy yawn, its jaw stretching in a way that made Klaus smirk.
"Oh, so now you're tired, are you?" he said, his tone laced with amusement. The sheer absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on him, but for reasons he couldn’t explain, he didn’t mind it.
The wolf padded over to him, its movements unhurried, and nudged his hand with its snoot. Klaus chuckled at the gesture, shaking his head as his fingers instinctively reached out to rub behind its ear.
"You know," he began, his voice softening, "you’re quite adorable, little wolf. Not exactly a word I throw around often, but there it is."
The wolf tilted its head again, that curious expression making Klaus laugh under his breath.
"Are you tired?" he asked, his fingers brushing the fur along its jawline. "Do you want to sleep?"
In response, the wolf licked his hand, its warm, wet tongue startling him just enough to make him laugh again.
"Well, aren’t you full of surprises," Klaus mused, rising to his feet. He gestured toward the living room. "Come on, then."
The wolf followed him obediently, its steps silent against the hardwood floors. Klaus sank onto the couch, stretching one arm along the backrest, and patted the cushion beside him.
"Here," he said, his voice almost teasing. "A royal invitation, no less."
To his continued astonishment, the wolf leapt up onto the couch with the ease of a cat, settling beside him. It turned its head to study him, then glanced at the blanket draped over the armrest.
Klaus raised a brow, watching as the wolf gently bit down on the blanket and tossed it into his lap.
"Oh, now you want me to cover you, do you?" he asked, a bemused smirk tugging at his lips.
The wolf nudged him again with its snoot, an unmistakable hurry up gesture.
Klaus couldn’t help but chuckle. "You really are an unusual wolf, I’ll give you that."
He picked up the blanket, careful not to make it seem like he was trapping the creature, and laid it over the wolf’s body. As if on cue, the wolf shifted, curling up against him and resting its head in his lap.
"Comfortable, are we?" Klaus asked, his voice softer now, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the strange peace that had settled over the room.
The wolf closed its eyes, its breathing slowing as Klaus’s hand drifted to its back. He stroked the silky fur absentmindedly, his own tension easing with every rhythmic movement.
The fire crackled softly in the hearth, the room bathed in warm light. For the first time in what felt like years, Klaus Mikaelson didn’t feel alone.
And as the wolf’s breathing evened out, its chest rising and falling steadily, Klaus found himself smiling—a quiet, genuine smile that no one else would have believed him capable of.
"Sweet dreams, little wolf," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Klaus had watched the wolf for hours, his hand still resting gently on its back. There was something hypnotic about the rise and fall of its breathing, the way it had curled so trustingly into him. Eventually, even the mighty Klaus Mikaelson succumbed to the pull of sleep.
It was just before dawn when the wolf began to change. The transformation was silent, graceful in a way that defied the usual violent contortions Klaus associated with werewolves. Fur receded, bones reshaped, and in place of the white wolf lay a girl—her head still resting on his lap, her body covered only by the blanket.
Neither stirred.
It wasn’t until hours later, when the first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, that Nicolette woke.
Her eyes fluttered open, her mind groggy, but it took only seconds for panic to set in. She wasn’t outside. She wasn’t in the woods. She was in a house she didn’t recognize, lying on the lap of a stranger.
Her breath caught in her throat as she scrambled back, clutching the blanket tightly to her chest. The sudden movement jolted Klaus awake, his blue-green eyes snapping open.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Nicolette was the first to break the silence. "Who are you?!" she demanded, her voice shaking despite her best efforts to sound firm.
Klaus stared at her, his expression unreadable but tinged with a faint amusement. His gaze lingered, as if trying to piece together how the wolf from last night had become the girl before him.
"So you really are a werewolf," he said finally, completely ignoring her question.
Nicolette frowned, clutching the blanket tighter as she sat up straighter. "I asked you a question!" she said, her voice a mix of fear and defiance.
"And I ignored it," Klaus replied smoothly, his smirk growing. "But fine. I’m Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson. And you are?"
Her breath hitched at the name. "You’re the hybrid," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"In the flesh," he replied, his smirk now a full grin.
Nicolette’s eyes widened as she tried to make sense of the situation. "Did you kidnap me?" she asked, her voice rising with a mix of fear and accusation. "Is that how I ended up here?"
"Kidnap you?" Klaus echoed, offended by the very suggestion. "I’ll have you know, you came to my doorstep."
She blinked, her frown deepening as she processed his words.
Before she could respond, Klaus stood and began walking toward the hallway, his movements unhurried and unconcerned.
"Hey!" Nicolette called after him, clutching the blanket as she rose to her feet. "Where are you going?"
"To get you some clothes," Klaus replied over his shoulder, his tone casual. Then, with a glance back at her and a hint of that devilish smirk, he added, "Unless, of course, you’d prefer to continue this conversation in your little blanket ensemble."
Nicolette flushed, her grip on the blanket tightening as she glared at him. But Klaus had already disappeared into the next room, leaving her to process everything that had just happened.
Soon enough, Klaus returned with a black henley and a pair of sweatpants with a drawstring, the kind of casual clothes he probably didn’t wear often, but somehow they still looked good on him. He pointed toward a bathroom down the hall. "You can change in there," he said, his voice casual, as if the world hadn’t just shifted beneath their feet.
Nicolette took the clothes in silence, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. She didn’t trust herself to speak, not when her mind was still reeling. She changed quickly, the unfamiliar clothes feeling both comfortable and strange against her skin. When she emerged, Klaus was lounging on the sofa as if nothing had happened, a glass of bourbon in his hand and a faint smirk on his lips.
"It makes no sense," Nicolette said, her voice tight as she handed him the folded blanket. Her eyes didn’t leave his face, searching for any hint of an explanation, anything that might make sense of the madness of the night.
Klaus glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "What’s making no sense, love?"
She crossed her arms over her chest, frustration and confusion boiling within her. "When I turn, I run around ripping anything and anyone that comes into my way to shreds. I don’t come to stranger’s homes for belly rubs."
Klaus’s smirk only deepened. "Well, I don’t know what to tell you, little wolf. You came here, ate some food, nudged me until I rubbed you, and then fell asleep in my lap." He shrugged as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Nicolette glared at him, shaking her head. "Wolves don’t act this way… especially around you."
"You wound me," Klaus said, a mock look of offense crossing his face, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.
She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, and she turned away, shaking her head. "The only way it would make sense is if you were my—"
Her voice faltered, the word hanging in the air between them, thick with unspoken possibilities.
"Your what, love? Finish the sentence," Klaus prompted, his voice low, as if he already knew where this was going.
She froze, her mind rejecting the thought. "No, there has to be another explanation," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but it lacked conviction.
Klaus leaned forward, his expression all too knowing. "No, you started it… now continue."
Her pulse quickened. "It’s stupid," she muttered, but Klaus’s piercing gaze never wavered.
"I highly doubt that," he said, his voice dripping with the kind of confidence that could only belong to someone who had lived for centuries.
Nicolette swallowed hard, trying to steady herself. She took a breath and met his gaze. "How much do you know about werewolf folklore?" she asked, the question feeling heavy on her tongue.
Klaus didn’t hesitate. "You mean how much do I know about mates?" He raised a brow, the words cutting through the air like a blade.
Her breath hitched, and her heart skipped a beat. "Yes," she whispered, barely able to process the realization herself.
"Enough to know where you’re going with this," Klaus said, his tone surprisingly light.
Nicolette couldn’t help the frustration that bubbled up in her chest. "How are you so calm?" she asked, genuinely baffled.
Klaus stood up from the couch and made his way toward her, his footsteps measured and deliberate. "Because it has already crossed my mind," he said, his voice low but steady, the kind of calm that only centuries of experience could foster.
She shot him a puzzled look, but Klaus simply shrugged. "Your inner wolf sought me out. It craved my closeness and was calm around me. And for some reason, I felt calm as well. Doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together, love."
Nicolette shook her head, the idea still feeling like it couldn’t possibly be true. "There’s no way you’re my mate," she said, the words sounding almost ridiculous coming out of her own mouth.
"And why is that?" Klaus asked, an amused glint in his eyes.
"Because it’s insane," she replied quickly, but as soon as the words left her, she realized something: she wasn’t freaking out. The weight of the situation should’ve sent her into a spiral of panic, but she was calm. Too calm.
Klaus smirked, his eyes glinting with that knowing look of his. "I think we’ve both seen stranger things happen, haven’t we?"
She turned away slightly, running a hand through her hair, as if trying to process everything. "I feel like I should freak out," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Why do I feel so calm?"
Klaus took a step closer, his voice quiet yet unwavering. "Because your inner wolf recognizes my inner wolf."
It hit her then, like a wave crashing over her. Her body still felt foreign to her, caught between disbelief and undeniable truth. "So... you’re my mate," she murmured, almost as if she were talking to herself.
"That I am, love. And you’re mine," Klaus said, his tone final, matter-of-fact, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Nicolette looked at him, her mind still trying to catch up with the words. "How did I end up as a mate to the Original Hybrid?" she whispered, more to herself than to him.
Klaus chuckled softly, a rich sound that made her feel something stir deep inside her. "Beats me, love," he said, his grin widening.
She shook her head, still unsure of everything, but there was a strange comfort in his certainty, in the way he spoke, as if it was simply meant to be.
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syshist · 6 months ago
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— the originals ⭑𓂃
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syshist · 6 months ago
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Y/N: "You're really bad with boundaries."
Kol: "Oh yeah? Name one boundary I've crossed."
- Earlier that Day -
Kol: *picking the lock on Y/N's front door* "You know, it makes it hard to come in when you leave the door locked, darling."
@her-violent-delights @witchcraftandgeekness
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syshist · 6 months ago
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Kol: The path to true inner peace starts with four little words. Kol: Not my fucking problem.
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syshist · 6 months ago
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PRINCESS
Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Vampire!Reader
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Summary: Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline find out the real reason Kol calls his lover princess.
Warnings: Violence I guess, Blood mentioned, Death, A bit of angst, Forced suicide, A lousy king, Age gap between reader and unnamed man she is meant to marry, A scene very obviously inspired by Star Wars (let me know if you catch it), Borderline excessive use of the word ‘princess’ (I fear that was implied by the title), Inaccurate historical depictions, The Mikaelson family being menaces (kinda), Kol being Kol, Caroline being Caroline, Implied Klaroline, Inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (my bad), A few uses of Y/N
Notes: Let's pretend everyone gets along… for the most part. Kol got turned at nineteen because I said so. Those stars were formatted to be centered originally but they keep going back to the side and I don’t know why, sorry.
Word Count: 4.4k
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Present Day
Mystic Falls
For once in Mystic Falls, it’s peaceful. The Mikaelson’s decided that they’d all had enough running around, ripping the town apart, they wanted to relax and have normal lives for a bit. Klaus was the most reluctant of this idea, wanting to run off to create more hybrids but Caroline had asked him to stay, just for a bit before he’d continue his travels. He backed down a bit after that, behaving himself for the first time ever. All his siblings were shocked by this but chose not to taunt him about it. Well, all except for one, Kol. Kol would tease him relentlessly about it, using all the new terms he had learned, his favorite being ‘whipped’.
Oh Kol, your sweet, not so sweet, innocent, not so innocent, Kol. You had met Kol during the 16th century while you were still human. You had fallen hard for the Mikaelson boy but your feelings would mean nothing as you had already been betrothed to another man. The man was much older than you but that did not matter. It didn’t matter that you didn’t love him either, your fate was sealed. You were the only daughter to your parents, only child in fact. Your mother had tried to produce another heir, a boy, but fate would not allow it. Just as Kol would not allow you to marry that man.
You currently sat in the Mystic Grill, snacking on some french fries while you hummed quietly to yourself. Suddenly Caroline, Elena, and Bonnie all crammed into one side of the booth, sitting across from you. They were looking at you with wide eyes. You were in the process of putting a french fry in your mouth and sigh, setting it back onto your plate.
“What—“
Caroline shoves your plate of fries out of the way and slams a book in front of you, frantically pointing at a picture, “This is you? Right?!”
You look at the picture, it was a painting of you. In fact, this particular one was painted by Klaus.
“Yes, that—“
Caroline cuts in, “Is this before you were turned?! All it says is that you mysteriously disappeared at a ball! You’ve gotta tell us about this!”
Your eye twitches a bit, “I’m trying to!”
“Oh… right.”
You look at the picture of the painting again, it’s nothing compared to the original, “Nik actually painted this when he and his family—“
Caroline interrupts. Again. “Nik like, as in Klaus? He painted this? Wait so this was after you were turned? Or was it before?”
“Caroline!” Bonnie and Elena shush her.
“Sorry!” Caroline squeaks out, “I’m just excited…”
You laugh a bit, amused by the blonde's antics, “I’ll start with when I met the Mikaelsons…”
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16th Century
England
“We thank you for welcoming our family into your home.”
Your father nods, holding his head high, still not too sure on the new family who would be staying around for a while. Your mother, on the other hand, had begun to gush over them.
The man continues, “I apologize, I have not properly introduced myself. I am Elijah Mikaelson.”
You watch as Elijah takes your mothers hand and brings it to his lips, she looks as though she is going to faint. You glance at your father who looks like steam is going to come from his ears. You try to suppress a giggle but fail. Your eyes widen when another boy immediately looks at you, you were caught. The heat rises to your face as you shrink back in on yourself. The boy was very attractive, they all were. He had brown hair and eyes to match, which glimmered with mischief. You knew immediately that he’d be one to cause trouble. He smirked at you and tilted his head to the side as he stared at you. You began to chew your lip and look to the ground, unable to meet his gaze any longer.
Your father clears his throat, bringing your mother back from her daydreams of Elijah. Your mother looks at you and grabs your hand, pulling you to stand in front of her.
“This is our daughter, Y/N, she is to be queen.”
The boy with the mischievous eyes raises a brow, “No sons?”
“Mind your tongue, Kol.” Elijah warns his younger brother.
The blonde girl next to who you now know as Kol begins to snicker. Elijah quickly turns his attention to her, “Rebekah.” he warns.
Another man steps up from behind Rebekah and Kol, “I do apologize for my siblings behavior. Kol and Rebekah can be rather… brash. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Klaus.”
He takes your mothers hand and kisses it, she looks as though she is going to faint again.
Your father clears his throat once more and Kol raises a brow, “Are you ill?”
“Kol!” Elijah hisses. Kol simply shrugs.
Your father glares at Kol before choosing to ignore him, addressing the others while simultaneously answering Kol’s question from earlier, “She is to be wed soon.”
You tense up at the mention of your wedding. Something that Kol immediately takes note of.
“We are having a ball in three month‘s time to celebrate, it will be held the night before the wedding! You are all welcome to attend!” your mother quickly offers.
“Oh don’t be ridiculous, my dear. They will certainly have moved on with their travels by then.” your father looks at the Mikaelsons before narrowing his eyes, “Right?”
Kol and Rebekah glance at each other, clearly not impressed by your fathers attempt at intimidation.
Klaus smirks, “Nonsense! We wouldn’t dare miss a ball, would we Elijah?”
Elijah chuckles, “No brother, we would not. You have my word, we will be there, Miss Y/N.”
“Princess Y/N.” your father quickly corrects.
Elijah’s eyes narrow, “My mistake.” he then turns to you, “We will be at your ball, Princess.”
-★-
A week had passed since the Mikaelson family had arrived in your kingdom. You had grown to enjoy Rebekah’s company, laughing along with her as she complained about her brothers. Elijah would offer polite conversation if he saw you and you were scheduled to have Klaus paint your portrait (something your mother was ecstatic about). The only one you hadn’t had much interaction with was Kol. You could see him watching you from afar but he never approached you, though you couldn’t blame him because you never approached him either.
“For a girl that is soon to be wed, you don’t appear to be all that thrilled.“
You jump at the sudden voice and turn to see Kol. He’s smirking at you, “Hello princess.”
What was that saying? Speak of the devil…
You scoff and turn back to look at the trees, watching a squirrel run by. You often came to this spot in the forest to clear your head. It was isolated, just you with nature, and no one knew of it other than you and your mother. Until now that is.
“How did you find me?” you ask quietly.
“Oh! So she does speak!” Kol’s smirk widens.
Sitting up straighter, you clear your throat but before you can speak, Kol interrupts, “Does that run in your family?”
You narrow your eyes, “Does being an overly presumptuous arse run in yours?”
Kol lets out a whistle, “Sharp tongue.”
“Is there something you need, Mister Mikaelson?”
Kol raises a brow, “What I ‘need’ is for you to call me Kol, Mister Mikaelson makes me sound far too much like Elijah… so proper.”
“Then stop calling me princess.”
“Oh I’m sorry I can’t do that, princess. It is your title after all.”
“Very well…” you pause, “Mister Mikaelson.”
Kol chuckles, shaking his head and gestures towards the rock you’re currently sitting on, “Mind if I sit?”
“For some reason, I think you’d sit regardless of my answer.”
He smirks, “Pretty and clever.”
You turn to look away from him, heat rushing to your face. He chuckles a bit at your reaction. The two of you sit in silence for a moment, observing the nature around you. A bunny stops at a tree in front of you two, staring at you both. A smile appears on your face as the creature stares you down. You tilt your head to the side, letting out a small laugh as the bunny copies your actions.
Kol’s attention is not on the bunny though. He is focused solely on you. The way you smile, the way your hair is framing your face, the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, the twinkle in your eye as you watch the animal… just… you. An unfamiliar warmth spreads in his chest, unfamiliar, but nice.
Kol is so distracted by you that he doesn’t even realize that the bunny has run off until you’re waving your hand in front of his face. Kol blinks a few times as you lower your hand, your attention entirely on him as you begin to giggle again. Kol’s face flushes a bit and that warmth begins to spread in his chest again.
You raise a brow at him, “Has something distracted you?”
Kol laughs, shaking his head, “I just… you’re full of such life, you have wit… you’re fierce yet nurturing. And yet, I’ve seen you around with that man who must be at least twice your age and you seem dead. It’s as though you lose everything that makes you, you when you’re with him.”
You chew your lip, tilting your head as though you’re thinking, “Perhaps you are different.”
“A good different?”
“I hope so.”
-★-
Three days later you were sitting at that spot once again when Kol found you. This time, he brought a basket full of treats.
“You cook? Bake?” you ask.
He smiles a bit, raising his hands in mock surrender, “Alright, you’ve got me. I had some help from Rebekah… and I may have stopped at the market on the way here.”
You try to hold your composure but begin to laugh, Kol smiles at this and begins to laugh as well. He sits on the ground in front of you even though you had told him he could sit next to you. He simply wanted to look at you without having to turn his body.
You pick up one of the pastries and take a bite, a few crumbs fall onto your skirt and you don’t notice the few that stick to your lip. Kol does though, he finds it adorable and can’t help it when he sits up straight, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb against your lip. Your eyes widen in shock as you look down at him. Without breaking eye contact, he pulls his hand back and places his thumb in his mouth, sucking the remaining crumbs of pastry away.
Amused by your wide eyes and flushed face he tilts his head to the side, a sly smirk appearing on his face, “What?”
You narrow your eyes at him, “Please stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” he sits up once more, your faces directly in front of each other, only inches between the two of you. Your noses are practically touching…
You will yourself to not break away from his intense gaze, “You’re teasing me.”
“Oh,” he chuckles, amused, “I’d be much too frightened to tease a princess.”
-★-
Kol and you had continued to meet at that spot at least twice a week. No one had known other than maybe his siblings. It was taboo enough for two people of the opposite gender to be left alone if they weren’t married or soon to be. It was even more taboo considering the fact that you were to be married soon, to another man. Not to mention Kol’s obvious flirting and the way you would become flustered just by his gaze alone. Something that your soon to be husband could never do, never make you feel.
Normally, when Kol would find you, you’d be humming a song or spinning in a circle or even just sitting there, watching. Today, though, when Kol arrived, your entire body was shaking. He could hear your sobs as he approached you.
“Princess?” Kol asks softly, sitting next to you.
You looked up at him and Kol’s heart broke at the sight of your tear stained face.
“He’s going to kill me Kol.”
“What?”
“My fiancé… I overheard him speaking with his brother, after we are wed he is going to have me executed. I am simply a means to an end for him, I tried to tell my father but he brushed me off as paranoid and trying to get out of the wedding!”
Kol rests his hand on your cheek, wiping away a tear and for a moment, just a split second you could have sworn you saw the veins beneath his eyes ripple, it must have been your tear filled eyes playing tricks on you. You were certain though, that his eyes became dark. You should have been scared at that look in his eyes but you weren’t. You felt safe.
“Will you trust me?”
When you don’t answer he asks again, differently, “Y/N. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” you answer without hesitation this time.
“At the ball tomorrow, I’ll take care of everything, okay? I promise that I won’t let him hurt you. I will find you, okay? If I do not then one of my siblings will. If none of us can reach you, I’ll be here, at this spot, waiting for you.”
You nod, bringing your hand up to cup his that currently holds your face.
“I must confess something.”
You tilt your head, urging him to continue.
“I’ve never had any intention of allowing you to marry that man.”
-★-
You were preparing for the ball when there was a knock at your door.
“Come in.” You called out.
Your mother entered the room and dramatically placed her hands over her heart at the sight of you. She rushed over to you, placing her hands on your shoulders, looking at you both in the mirror.
“My little girl, you’re all grown up.”
You smile softly, “Well I think that I still need my mother to help me with my necklace…”
You reach for the necklace that you had planned to wear but you were stopped by your mother. You look at her in the mirror, confused.
“No no, you’ll be wearing this.” she held up a gorgeous necklace, it was bejeweled, specifically with your birthstone.
“Mama…” you say, turning around to face her, touching the necklace as gently as you could, “This is gorgeous, where did you get this?”
She smiles, cupping your cheek, “It was a gift, here, allow me.”
You turn back around and your mother lifts your hair as she clasps the necklace. You reach up to touch the jewels, a small smile on your face. You have a guess as to who the mysterious gifter was and you could only hope you were correct.
She kisses your cheek, “To think, tomorrow you will be married…”
Your mood is dampened at the mention of your marriage. One day closer to your death. You had to trust Kol, that he would help.
The door opened and Rebekah entered, she looked absolutely stunning in her blue gown. Her hair was in an updo that complemented the square neckline of the dress. She freezes at the sight of your mother.
“My apologies, I did not mean to intrude.”
“Nonsense!” your mother exclaims, “I was just telling my lovely daughter how beautiful she looks, I’ll leave you two to talk.” she makes a swift exit out of the room and you chuckle.
Rebekah turns and looks at you, “You do look truly gorgeous.”
“As do you, Rebekah.” you smile softly at her.
The blonde takes your hands in hers, glancing at the door to make sure it’s closed before she turns back to you, “How much has Kol told you about tonight?”
Your brows furrow, “Only that I need to trust him…”
Rebekah sighs, “That fool.”
“Rebekah? What is going on?”
She plasters on a smile, “You needn’t worry darling, we won’t allow anything to happen to you.”
“Where is Kol…?”
Rebekah’s smile falls, “He’s having a chat with your fiancé.”
-★-
You stand with Rebekah, chatting while sipping your drinks. You glance around the room and frown when you realize you still haven’t seen Kol around. You hadn’t seen your fiancé either.
When Kol finally enters the ballroom, he makes his way to Elijah. Elijah takes in Kol’s appearance, checking him for blood stains and when he finds none, he raises a brow.
“I do hope you did not leave a bloody mess behind.”
Kol smiles sweetly, but his words are anything but, “I’d rather choke than have a single sip of that pig's blood.”
Elijah raises a brow and hums, intrigued, “What have you done?”
There’s suddenly a loud crash and a scream, causing everyone to look to the stairs. A maid comes rushing from the room where your fiancé was getting dressed, she goes straight up to your father. Listening in, Kol and Elijah hear the maid tell him that she found your fiancé’s body in the room. Your father’s eyes fall onto you and he beckons you to come to him. Your mother chews her lip, looking absolutely horrified. You excuse yourself from Rebekah and make your way to the stairs. Kol shifts the way he’s standing as though he’s about to make an escape.
“Kol…” Elijah narrows his eyes at his brother, “What did you do to the man?”
“Relax brother… he’s just hanging out.”
-★-
That night you sat on your bed, staring out the window. Your father had forbidden you from leaving the room for any reason. He blamed you for what had happened. Your mother remained downstairs trying to keep the party alive even though the guests of honor were nowhere to be found. You had discarded your gorgeous ball gown to slip into your nightgown. The necklace still rested on your chest, you couldn’t reach the clasp to remove it, you began to fidget with one of the jewels.
The more you stared out the window, the more your room seemed to suffocate you. You brought your hand up to catch the cold, metal latch and unlock the window, allowing the cool air of the night to blow into your room. Then you make a decision you’re sure you’ll regret, you climb out of the window and begin to climb to the ground. Your bare feet freezing when they make contact with the cold rock.
When you hit the ground you immediately start running to the forest, to your spot. You wish you could say that you weren’t surprised to see Kol there, already waiting for you like he had said he would be.
“Princess, I was waiting for you to show up.”
You let out a shaky breath, suddenly aware of the cold air around you. Kol stands and walks over to you, his eyes fall to your chest and you begin to feel self conscious of the fact that you’re in nothing more than a nightgown. He carefully reaches for your necklace, fidgeting with a gem, just as you had done earlier.
“I see you got my gift.”
A small smile finds its way onto your lips, “I knew it was you…” he can’t help but think that your words are referring to more than just the necklace.
He smiles down at you, “I am disappointed that I could not dance with you tonight.”
“You still can.”
He smirks, taking a step back from you before offering you his hand, “Could I have this dance, princess?”
You laugh, doing a small curtsy as you take his hand, “Why of course, Mister Mikaelson.”
Kol pulls you into his arms and you wrap your arms around his neck, taking in his body heat. His hands rest on your waist and you jump a bit at the feeling.
He chuckles, “You must be freezing…”
“Only a bit.” you admit, quietly, “You’re quite warm though, enough for us both.”
You rest your head onto his shoulder and close your eyes, humming. All nice things must come to an end as you hear your fathers booming voice echo throughout the forest. The sound of footsteps stopping right near you. You wait for the shouting but it does not come. Reluctantly you lift your head and find your mother’s wide eyes staring at you.
“Mama…” you begin to pull yourself away from Kol.
She brings a finger to her lips, shushing you as she rushes to pull you into a hug. She pulls away and holds your face in her hands, “You must go. Run.”
“Mama, I—“
She shakes her head, “There is no time to argue,” she looks at Kol, “Your family, you have money?” he nods and she continues, “You will take care of her?” he nods once more.
Your mother swallows hard, “Then go, run far from here and be happy. This life… it is never what you wanted, you want adventure, you want to travel. You do not want to sit and deal with politics… I know how it bores you. It’s killing your soul. I want you to be happy…”
Tears fill your eyes as you pull her into a tight hug, “I love you, mother.”
“I love you too, my daughter.”
She pulls away, tears are in her eyes, “Now go.”
Your father’s voice gets closer and before you know it, Kol has picked you up into his arms and has begun to run, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You watch over his shoulder as your mother stands still, getting smaller and smaller the farther you get away.
Kol seems to be running at an inhuman speed and you close your eyes not being able to handle the way things speed past you anymore, you feel as though you’ll be sick. Not even a minute later, Kol stops running.
“Kol.” Klaus’ voice warns, “What happened to getting rid of the fiancé and leaving the girl to find a better suitor?”
“She’s coming with us.”
“Kol…” Klaus begins.
“This is not negotiable brother!” Kol fires back.
Rebekah looks at you, curled up in Kol’s arms, practically shaking, “Did you steal her?”
“What?! Do you take me for an uncivilized fool?! She came with me!”
“I’m not judging! I’ve grown to like the girl as well!”
“My mother asked me to go with him…” you finally speak up.
“If she goes back, her father will be even more enraged than he already is. She’s coming with us.”
“Does she know?” Elijah asks, when Kol shakes his head, he sighs.
“She’ll have to kn—“
“I know, Elijah!” Kol snaps, “But now, we must go! The people are looking for her, we need to leave!”
Elijah swallows, “Very well. But we will be discussing this further Kol.”
Klaus throws his hands up, “You’re not serious, are you?”
He gets no verbal response as his siblings begin to run ahead of him. Klaus groans, “You are serious,” rolling his eyes as he reluctantly moves to catch up with the others.
-★-
“Would you turn me?” you ask suddenly, snuggling further into Kol’s chest.
He tenses up, he stops brushing your hair, “Where is this coming from?”
You sit up from his chest, “We’ve been traveling for almost two years now. I’ll be nineteen soon and you’re forever nineteen.”
You bring a hand up to brush the side of his face, forcing him to look at you, “I want to spend forever with you.“
Kol holds his hand over yours, staring into your eyes, “Do you understand what you’re asking of me? You’d have to die… and then you’d wake up like me, a monster. You’ll be thirsty for blood and no matter what you do that thirst will never go away.”
“You’re not a monster, Kol. I know the things you’ve done, and yet you can still be gentle. If I have to die and drink blood to spend the rest of eternity by your side then so be it. I want to stay with you forever.”
“Forever is a long time, princess.”
You laugh, “Perhaps it will be long enough to teach you to quit calling me that!”
It’s Kol’s turn to laugh, he pulls you back into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Neverrrr.”
You both lay in silence for a moment, until you look up at him again. He narrows his eyes at you before finally sighing.
“If that is really what you want once you turn nineteen… then I will turn you myself. Just don’t go running to Rebekah or God forbid, Nik.”
-★-
Present Day
Mystic Falls
“Soooo…” Bonnie pauses, “Kol killed your fiancé and you ran off with him?” she then points at your neck, “And you’re still wearing the necklace he got you.”
“Well that’s one way to shorten my story.” You mutter.
Elena laughs a bit at that before raising a brow, “So wait, you knew Kol killed him?”
“It was kind of obvious that Kol had something to do with it, he did tell me he was going to take care of it. I just assumed he had threatened him and it scared the man so bad he took his own life…”
“In reality I simply compelled him to, I never laid a finger on the man.” Kol announces as he slides in the booth to sit next to you.
“Speak of the Devil.” you tease.
Kol looks around for a moment before turning to you, “I don’t see Nik anywhere.”
He wraps his arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to your cheek, “Hello princess.”
“Hi Mister Mikaelson.”
You then look to the three girls across from you, “How did you even find that picture?”
“School project on the time period. It’s in a few history books.” Elena answers.
You hum in response then look at Kol who slides out of the booth, offering you his hand, “I hope you ladies don’t mind, the princess and I have places to be.”
You roll your eyes at his antics and take his hand, getting about a foot away before you turn back around to look at the three girls, “I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t do your school project on me.”
They all nod and you smile, leaving The Grill, holding Kol’s hand. The three girls sit in silence for a moment, still soaking in all the information they just learned when Caroline suddenly gasps.
“What is it?!” Bonnie asks, looking around, trying to find a threat.
“That’s why he calls her princess!”
“We know, Caroline.” Elena answers, a bit amused.
“Oh…”
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Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Fem!reader
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Summary: Kol learns about modern day beauty products, his favorite being flavored lip balm.
Warnings: Kol being Kol, Kol being a softie, Klaus being sassy, Best friend Rebekah, Brief mention of blood, Mention of Rebekah previously trying to eat reader (we all make mistakes), Kol being very very curious about modern stuff, inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (my bad.)
Notes: This was originally a very short fluffy idea that I had… and then it kind of just turned into way more? whoops? I feel like we never really talk about the little things that would be way different to all the originals, we always focus on the big things like technology and laws but never something as simple as flavored lip balm…
I’d like to take this opportunity to shout out my red crab makeup headband.
Word Count: 2.4k
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“And what do we have here?” Kol’s teasing voice cuts into the conversation you and Rebekah were currently having in her room.
The blonde girl rolls her eyes, “Go away, Kol.”
You turn and look at the boy, you hadn’t officially met him yet as you spend most of your time with Rebekah but you had heard stories about him. Kol smirks at you and then looks at all of the items laid out on Rebekah’s bed.
He walks over and tilts his head, obviously curious, he picks up an eyeshadow palette, “Is this makeup?” he looks at you when he asks, addressing the question to you.
You hum and he nods, continuing, “See, right before I was put into a little box, makeup was still a bit of a taboo for common women…” he opens the palette and stares at all the vibrant shades, “now you all wear these bright colors.”
You watch in horror as he digs his finger into the pot of a glittery purple shade causing the pressed pigment to crack and break. You’re on your feet immediately and grab the palette from him, letting out a sigh when you see the damage.
Kol doesn’t seem to notice your expression, “What do you do with this?” he holds up his pointer finger that is coated in sparkly purple.
Rebekah takes the palette from you and glares at her brother, “You do realize you’ve ruined the purple right?”
Kol ignores Rebekah and looks at you, expectantly, you sigh, “It goes on your eyelids, it’s eyeshadow.”
Kol hums and in a quick move, puts his finger on your eyelid, spreading the pigment onto your face, effectively ruining your makeup look you and Rebekah had just finished. He smirks, proud of his work.
“Kol!” Rebekah gasps, standing up to forcibly shove her brother out of her room. She slams the door shut and locks it even though he could get back in if he really wanted to.
With her back still to the door Rebekah looks at you with an exasperated look, “I am so sorry! My brother is a bloody fool.”
You shrug, grabbing the makeup remover to clean your face, “It’s fine, Bekah. It’s not your fault he hasn’t seen an eyeshadow palette yet…” you pause a moment, tilting your head in thought, “though, I guess it’s not really his fault either?” a small smile appears on your face, one Rebekah recognizes as your ‘he’s cute’ smile.
“Don’t tell me you think he’s—” Rebekah starts and you cut her off, very aware of the fact that you’re in a house full of vampires with super hearing.
“Besides, I hardly used the purple anyway.”
Rebekah narrows her eyes at you and crosses her arms, walking closer to you. You roll your eyes and bring your fingers up in a pinching motion, mouthing, ‘Only a bit.’
You giggle as Rebekah’s nose scrunches up in disgust at your admission of finding her brother a bit cute.
-★-
You were currently lounging on the Mikaelson family’s couch, reading to pass the time while you waited for your face mask to finish. You didn’t care about anyone seeing you in such a thing, the Mikaelsons always came home covered in blood or worse. Seeing you in a little bit of clay wouldn’t kill any of them.
It would certainly confuse Kol, though. He was a bit alarmed when he entered the living room to find you with a green face.
“What on earth is that?” he asks, he seems mildly concerned but also intrigued.
You look up at him, closing your book, “It’s a face mask. It helps your skin become clearer and healthier.”
He nods, still a bit weirded out by it and an idea pops into your head.
“Would you like to try?”
“What?”
“The face mask! Oh come on, it'll be fun!” you say, jumping off of the couch to grab his hand and drag him up to your honorary room you had in their house.
Kol attempted to glance around the room but didn’t really get a chance as you drug him straight into the bathroom, you held up two fluffy headbands in front of him. One was red and had eyes on it, accompanied by little claws to look like a crab and the other was brown with little bear ears.
The one you were currently wearing was red with little devil horns, he would have preferred that one. Still, he chooses the crab one so you two would have matching colors.
You let out a little squeal and stretch the headband over his head while he sits there like a doll, doing nothing to help you. You grab the face mask tube and set it on the counter and that’s when you notice you left your drink downstairs and grumble, you needed your caffeine.
“I’ll be right back!” you chirp and practically skip out of the room to get your drink.
Kol bounces his leg, a bit nervous before he picks up the tube and begins to read the ingredients. He decides to open it up and squeeze a bit into his hand, just to get a feel for the texture. However, even as a thousand year old vampire he sometimes underestimates his strength which results in him squeezing over half of the tube out and onto the floor.
Kol’s eyes widen in panic just as you come back into the bathroom and see the mess on the ground.
“I didn’t mean to!” Kol quickly tries to defend himself.
You sigh, setting your drink down and reaching for a towel to wipe the mask off the ground, “How much is left in the tube?”
“A third…” Kol waits for you to rip the crab headband off his head and shove him out of the room just as Rebekah had done the other day but you don’t.
You look up at him and smile, “That’s still enough to do yours!”
Standing up, you toss the towel near the hamper and grab the tube from Kol. You squeeze a generous amount onto the scoop, gently grabbing Kol’s chin to tilt his head up.
“It’s going to be a bit cold since it’s a refrigerated mask, just a warning.”
Kol nods but still flinches when it first touches his skin. He sits quietly, just watching you as you focus on spreading the clay evenly on his face.
After a moment you finally speak up, “Klaus bought me this mask when he was dragging me and Stefan all around that summer trying to find werewolves… I practically begged him.”
“My brother kidnapped you as well?”
You shake your head, “No, no, I essentially forced him to take me when he took Stefan.”
“I do believe your exact words were ‘I’m not letting Stefan run around with a filthy mutt all summer by himself.’” Klaus announces while walking past your room, stopping for only a brief moment.
You roll your eyes and shout back, “But now we’re the best of friends!”
“You just like my credit card!”
You laugh a bit and set down the scoop you used to spread the mask around with into the sink.
“And now we wait.”
Kol nods, then asks, “So you were there when Rebekah was undaggered the first time?”
You nod, “Mhm! I was the one who taught her about todays makeup and some fashion trends! She actually tried to eat me when we first met but Klaus stopped her and now we’re thick as thieves!”
You smile fondly at the memory of helping Rebekah understand modern makeup and fashion, you explained everything to her and even did her makeup for her.
“Is it supposed to feel like my face is being frozen in place?” Kol asks, interrupting your trip down memory lane.
“Yup!”
-★-
Kol tilts his head to the side as he watches you apply something to your lips, it wasn’t the action that was confusing him, it was that there was no color.
“What is that?”
“This?” you hold up the small cylinder and he nods, “It’s called lip balm… it’s kind of like lipstick.”
“Why is there no color if it’s like lipstick?”
You shake your head, “No, no, it’s for healing your lips, it’s meant to be clear. It’s more like a medicine. It makes your lips all soft and prevents cracking and bleeding.”
Kol nods, “So it’s like… moisturizer?”
“You can think of it like that!”
After a moment you gesture for Kol to take the lip balm, “Wanna try? These ones are even flavored! This one tastes like cherry!”
Kol’s brows shoot up, “flavored?”
“Mhm! They have all different kinds! Coconut, strawberry, cotton candy—“ you cut yourself off, “oh my gosh! You’ve never had cotton candy before, have you? Oh you’ve got to try it! That’s the next thing on the list! Right after lip balm!”
Kol chuckles at your eagerness and takes the lip balm from you, cranking the bottom of it til over half of the actual lip balm was sticking out of the container. He sniffs it, as though he thinks you’re playing a trick on him when you say it's flavored.
Then very carefully he brings it up to his lips and… takes a bite out of it?
“Kol—“ you try but it’s too late.
The Mikaelson boy grimaces at the artificial waxy taste, he swallows it and glares at you, he isn’t actually mad at you and you can tell.
He gets a drink of water to wash away the taste, “You said it was flavored! That tastes God awful!”
You laugh, “Because you’re not meant to actually eat it!”
“But you said—“
You shake your head, taking back the lip balm to try and smooth out the bite marks, “C’mere.” you becken him over to invade your space.
You tilt his head down, holding his cheek as you apply the lip balm onto him. Kol stands a bit awkwardly with his hands out for about five seconds before resting them on your hips. He’s relieved when you don’t jump away from his touch. To his surprise, when you’re finished applying the lip balm, you don’t pull completely out of his hold.
“Lick your lips.” you say, smiling up at him.
Kol’s brow furrows but he follows the order nonetheless, his eyes light up when he tastes the faint cherry flavor.
“Better?” you ask.
“Much.”
“And now your lips will be super soft! Perfect for kissing!”
There’s silence for a moment and reluctantly you step out of his hold, “I’m sorry I just made that super awkward…”
“No, no, you didn’t.”
You clear your throat and hand him the lip balm, “You keep this… after all, you did take a bite out of it.”
“That I did, darling.”
-★-
It had been awhile since you had seen Kol and you hoped you had not ruined whatever little friendship you had going on with your kissing comment. It may have also been a while since you had seen him since you were avoiding the Mikaelson house to, well, avoid him. It was weird for everyone since you were always there. Rebekah had heard about what happened from both you and Kol and she was about to go crazy with the two of you dancing around each other. She demanded that Kol go talk to you since she knew you’d never get the courage to do so.
You were washing dishes in the kitchen when there was a knock on the door. You dry off your hands and go to look through the peephole, there’s Kol Mikaelson, standing on your doorstep holding a large shopping bag.
You open the door and raise a brow, “What are you doing here?”
He holds up the bag to emphasize its presence, “May I come in?”
You nibble your lip, you knew if you invited him in there would be no take backs on it. You shook the thought from your head, all of the other originals (besides Finn) had access to your home. The Mikaelsons were practically family to you and Kol had been good to you.
You step aside, “Come on in.”
Kol looks around as he enters, taking in your home.
“I know it’s not nearly as fancy as your mansion but not all of us can come from billion dollar original vampire families.”
He chuckles at your comment, “It’s a nice home.”
The two of you stand in silence for a moment, just staring at each other before you cough awkwardly, unable to handle his intense gaze any longer, “What do you need Kol?”
“Oh, right, I almost forgot.” he gestures the bag towards you, urging you to take it.
You raise a brow but comply, opening the bag you find a new eyeshadow palette, the same one that he had ruined the purple in, a bottle of the fancy clay mask you use, and a number of different flavored chapsticks (including the cherry flavored one he’d taken a bite out of).
“Kol… you didn’t have to…”
“I figured I should since I practically trashed your old stuff.” he walks farther into your home, until he reaches the living room where you have reruns of your favorite television show playing.
He turns around, facing you as you rummage through all the different chapstick flavors.
A small smile appears on his face, “Maybe we could try them all?”
Your eyes widen, “You want to open all of them?”
“Well, maybe not all but a few… I have an idea, what if you put them on and I’ll guess the flavor…”
Your brows furrow as you open one of the lip balms and begin applying it, “That doesn’t even make sense, they’d be on my lips not yours!”
Kol lets out a chuckle at your statement and you just become even more confused.
“Bloody hell, you’re oblivious.”
“Wha—“
Kol cuts you off by connecting your lips in a short but very sweet kiss. He pulls away, looking at your expression to make sure Rebekah hadn’t been lying to him about you having a crush on him. His worries disappear when you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in again. His hands find your hips, pulling you flush to him as he begins to nibble on your lip. He pulls away again, resting his forehead against yours, allowing you both to catch your breath.
“Coconut.” he says suddenly.
“What?”
“The flavor,” he clarifies, “It’s coconut.”
You remove your arms from his neck and look at the lip balm in your hands, “Oh you so totally cheated!”
“I did no such thing!”
“The coconut one doesn’t even taste like coconut!”
“Okay… maybe I peeked just a little.”
“Kol Mikaelson!”
You both begin to laugh before Kol smirks cheekily at you, pulling you impossibly close, “Next lip balm? I promise I won't peek this time.”
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Braver Together
(Should've Known Better Part Two)
Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x reader, Klaus Mikaelson x reader, Mikaelsons x sister-in-law!reader, Hope Mikaelson x mother-figure!reader Summary: Ever since your heart was broken, you became scared of love altogether, but then the most unexpected thing happens and you realize that there was no point in being alive if you weren't living. So you force yourself to face your fears and start being brave... with some help, of course. Warnings: very long, mentions of cheating, angst (with more fluff tho imo), complicated relationships, death, ofc violence, and i totally bend the tvd-originals timeline Words: 10.6K
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a/n is at the end of the post.
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When you accepted Klaus’ proposal a thousand years ago, you could’ve never imagined that your life would end up the way it would. For a long time, you were happy, maybe even the happiest girl in the world. It didn’t matter if your family was dead—the Mikaelsons became your family. And for a while, that was fine with you, but now it just felt like torture to be with them every single day.
But you supposed that you signed your life away when you married your husband.
His infractions amazed you, but you still didn’t leave him, even when every bone in your body begged you to. It was the little things, like watching Hope smile as she opened presents on Christmas morning, that made you feel like it was worth it.
You had grown attached to her. While you still weren’t the best of friends with her mother, you remained civil for her. After all, you were both stuck in this family with no way of escaping, so you found it pointless to continue to ignore her.
Klaus, however, was much more deserving of your ignorance, but like Hayley, you pushed that to the side. Your feelings didn’t matter when their child was involved. Even though you weren’t her mother, Hope felt like a daughter to you. Her name was so fitting; she really was this family’s last hope, and she was definitely yours.
Over the years you had, you managed to mend your relationship with Rebekah, even if it was never really the same as it was before. You were no longer running around Chicago together, dancing the night away, but now you had responsibilities to care for and hurt in your hearts. Rebekah had always been a child of sorts, but coming back to this city forced her to grow up. In a way, you supposed you did, too.
Elijah and you were better after that talk you had that one Christmas Eve, not as good as before, but better, and for the time being, that was good enough.
Sometimes, as you were playing with Hope in the living room, your siblings surrounding you, you lied to yourself and pretended you were a family again. But you knew better now. You’d been here before already.
But then something happened, something that almost made that lie feel real.
You walked into the Abattoir with a wide smile on your face, a sight that’d become rare to see. But when you were with Hope, it was impossible for the corners of your lips not to go up. She was giggling at something you said, but, looking back, you couldn’t even remember what it was.
There were shopping bags in your hands. You just took her out to get clothes for her first time at school. You were expecting to see the family seated on the couches, prepared to watch her “runway” her new wardrobe.
Instead, you were met with an apparent crisis. Rebekah sat on the couch, hand cupped over her mouth in shock, tears in her eyes. Hayley stood off to the side, glancing in between Elijah and Klaus, the former staring pointedly at an unknown man whose back was turned to you and the latter with his arms crossed, also staring at said man.
At your entrance, Hayley looked over to you, seeming to let out a breath, as if she was thankful to have a reason to leave the situation. “Mommy, mommy!” Little Hope waved Hayley over, even though she was already walking in your direction. “Me and Auntie Y/N/N bought pretty clothes! Wanna see?”
“Yes, sweetheart, just after your father and Uncle Elijah work this out.” She picked the child up, glancing your way with a sort of warning in her eyes, nodding over to where the rest of the family stood before she looked back to Hope. “For now, why don’t we get you in the bath?”
Hope groaned in protest, making you smile in amusement, but Hayley paid no mind to this, taking her upstairs. Your smile was immediately wiped away. The look the werewolf gave you suggested that something was going on, something she didn’t want Hope to be apart of. The rest of the Mikaelsons hadn’t taken their attention off the man they were staring at for even a second, worrying you.
So, you placed the shopping bags you were holding down next to the gate, walking towards them with your arms held out. “What’s going on?” You asked, but no one turned to answer you. Your brows furrowed. Just as you were about to ask again, the mystery man turned around and it was like the wind was knocked out of you instantly.
Standing right in front of you was no stranger. It was Kol Mikaelson.
For a moment, you almost forgot how to breathe. He gazed at you tenderly with an indecipherable look in his eye. Before you could get to even trying to figure it out, you jumped out of your shock and engulfed him into a tight hug that he quickly reciprocated. Tears leaked out of your eyes for the first time in years.
After a minute, you pulled away, patting his arms and looking him up and down, like you were trying to figure out if he was real. He looked just like Kol, just like your Kol. You pinched yourself, causing the man to let out a small chuckle.
“Oh, how I’ve missed you, Y/N,” he said, and you were gobsmacked because that was his voice, his voice that you hadn’t heard in years. As you realized this was real, that this was really Kol, you pulled him in for another hug. 
Kol was the one to pull away this time, cupping your cheeks with his hands and wiping your tears away. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, trying to find the right words to use, trying to figure out what you even wanted to say. When he died, you felt like there was so much left unsaid, but now you didn’t know where to start. “How- how are you here?”
He softly smiled at you, so different in comparison to the usual Mikaelson smirk that you were used to. “I’m going to explain everything.”
All of a sudden, you heard a throat clear, reminding you of the others in the room that you’d somehow forgotten about. You looked behind Kol to see Elijah, straightening his cufflinks. “Yes, it appears that we all have a lot to discuss,” he remarked, almost looking uncomfortable. You then glanced to Klaus whose jaw was clenched. Rebekah was still in the same exact position as before, expressionless.
Kol guided you to the couch next to her, telling the brothers they should sit, too. And then he told you all the story of a lifetime.
You listened intently as Kol explained how he was alive. He said he had been on the other side, watching all of you every day. Hearing this made you tense as you wondered what he could’ve possibly seen or heard; you were embarrassed that he might’ve seen how Klaus treated you and how you stayed, but your mind didn’t linger on the subject for long as he continued with his story.
He said the other side started to fall apart, all thanks to the travellers and their sociopathic leader, Markos. You were surprised he was even real; when you came across travellers in the past, you thought they were insane, but it turned out that they actually had real power, enough to bring down a supernatural purgatory that had existed long before even your time.
Kol then said he went back to Mystic Falls after a witch told him that Bonnie Bennett had taken the place of the other side’s anchor. He explained how, following Stefan’s death, the scooby gang engaged in a plan to bring him and their other fallen friends back. 
“So I was stuck with my life in the witch’s hands.” He suddenly looked to you. “She refused at first, but when I mentioned you, she eased up and decided to let me through.” For some reason, this information made you freeze. You were stuck staring into Kol’s eyes until he eventually looked away, making you shake your head. “Whatever you said to her, Y/N, may have just saved my life.”
You knew what he was referring to. Long ago, when you were still in Mystic Falls, before Klaus cheated and before Kol died, you gave the Bennett witch some advice you thought she’d find useful. You told her not to let people walk all over her, to start living for herself.
How ironic was that?
It seemed that neither of you had followed this advice, though, because Bonnie was still stuck putting her life on the line for her friends and you still lived with your husband and his family.
Both of you were doing things that’d kill you eventually.
Maybe it already did.
After Kol’s story, you were all worn out, like each of you had lived through it yourselves. Even though you were exhausted, you were still ecstatic that Kol was alive, that your wishes had come true. When Rebekah got over her shock, you could tell she was happy too, and even Elijah had a ghost of a smile of his lips. But Klaus didn’t look as happy as you would’ve thought he’d be.
You didn’t mind this, ignoring it altogether, refusing to let anything ruin your good mood. That night, you went to bed happy in a house full of Mikaelsons.
The next day, when Kol met Hope, the smile that was already on your face got even wider. Oh, they would cause trouble together, you thought. The three of you spent the week together, sometimes including one of your other siblings. And for the first time since you were with that boy, you felt human again.
You could’ve never imagined this turn of events, Kol coming back to life, Klaus’ child being your salvation. But no longer could you imagine any what ifs, any other life for yourself. You didn’t wonder and wonder about what would’ve happened if Elijah let you go, if Klaus never found you. If you got the chance to go back, you didn’t even know if you would’ve done it all differently. That was saying something, but at the moment, it all felt like it was worth it.
There were so many questions you had for Kol, so many qualms you still had with your family, but for that week, you ignored it all. You could only focus on the influx of pure happiness you felt. You started living like you weren’t a thousand-year-old Original whose heart was broken and like you were gonna die the very next day.
And it was liberating.
But you knew better than to think you could live in paradise forever.
You and Kol lied on the grass of some hill he’d driven you to. You were surprised he even still knew his way around the city, but he was always one to surprise you.
You just stared up at the stars together in silence, a comfortable silence that didn’t feel like it was suffocating you. It was just the two of you, no Klaus, no drama, no anyone. It was just you and the stars.
Out of nowhere, Kol broke the silence, his voice just above a whisper. “My brother doesn’t deserve you.”
Your breath hitched, turning your head towards him, but his gaze was still aimed at the sky. Your perfect little moment was suddenly invaded by the thought of your husband who you’d been unknowingly avoiding in conversation with Kol altogether. Maybe he noticed that.
Maybe he noticed the way you and Klaus no longer touched, even though you couldn’t keep your hands off one another the last time he was alive. Maybe he really was watching you from the other side, and that terrified you.
You knew Kol held you on a pedestal, even if neither of you would ever acknowledge that. He thought you were so good, so strong, so it killed you to think that he saw you when you were most vulnerable. It killed you to think that he knew all of his brother’s indiscretions and how you stayed, anyway.
You knew better than that—no, you were better than that.
Kol went on, “He never has-”
This time, you cut him off, the shock wearing off. “Kol-”
“No, Y/N.” He finally stopped staring up at the stars, turning to look at you. You were expecting the disappointment, but you weren’t expecting the raw anger in his eyes, an anger that’d never been directed at you. But you know it wasn’t. “You were always too good for that bastard, too good for this entire fucking family.”
You tried to stop him, but he kept going every time you opened your mouth. “Here you are, raising a child that isn’t even yours for his sake. Even after what he did to you, what he kept doing to you, you stayed—because that is just how loyal you are and how loyal he isn’t.” He started laughing, but there was no trace of humour in it. “You have no idea how much I want to sock him every time I see him.”
“Kol-”
“You know there’s nothing you can say to make this better, Y/N.” That shut you up. “I’m not going to let you spin this just to spare my brother the trouble.” Oh, how embarrassed you felt. Klaus cheated on you over and over again, yet you still felt the need to defend him. 
Things were okay with Elijah and Rebekah because, even though they were there, they weren’t really there. They didn’t know how bad things were between you and Klaus, how it ate you alive, not even Rebekah who watched you break down and isolate yourself. But Kol- oh, Kol saw it all.
You swallowed, looking back up to the sky. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.
Never had you been turned so fast. When your eyes met Kol’s, they were fierce, but his voice softened. “Don’t ever apologize for him. Never again, not to me- not to anyone.”
You swallowed a second time, losing your words as you just stared into his eyes. You hadn’t seen him in so long; you forgot how well he knew you, how he was able to read you like a child’s book.
But Kol had gotten more complicated to you. Whenever you were around him, there was a new look that’d surface in his eyes. This look was like a passerby that you didn’t know but had seen before, a friend of a friend. This was a look you could not decipher, and currently, he was giving you that exact look.
For a long while, the two of you just looked at each other as if you were the stars you’d came all this way to see. The only things heard were crickets and the cars from the city until Kol’s voice sounded.
“I should’ve never let him do this to you,” he said. And you didn’t know what that meant.
But it didn’t matter.
Because, seconds later, you both got up and drove away.
This night hadn’t dampened your mood. There were so many things to be happy for. Years ago or even a week ago, you were depressed beyond words, but Kol coming back had filled a hole you’d thought would never go away. So even though this conversation stung, you were still okay.
When you got back to the compound, you both pretended he never said what he said. Kol went back to being his playful self, making jokes, and you went back to laughing at them.
It was like you’d been given a miracle. You never thought you’d feel like yourself again, and you didn’t really, but it was so close, as close as you’d been in a long time. 
You didn’t feel so alone anymore.
Every day started being spent with either Kol, Marcel, Hope, or sometimes even Rebekah. Life was as normal as it had ever been, as sunny as you’d ever seen the world—at least as sunny as your life has been in decades.
Until it started to rain.
You were in the kitchen of the Abattoir, looking through the cupboards to see what you could make. While none of you had to actually eat, Hope did, and so it’d become a staple in the Mikaelson house to have dinner every night. These dinners stopped being so awkward after a while.
Hayley and Eijah were at some werewolf meeting, Rebekah had taken Hope to buy school supplies, Kol was roaming around, and you suspected Klaus was out causing some sort of mayhem. You assumed you were alone in the house, but you were proven wrong.
Footsteps sounded behind you; you sensed him before you even turned around. Even though Klaus and you had gotten to a point of pleasantness, that didn’t mean you enjoyed being alone with him. 
A few years of pleasantness couldn’t erase the thousand years you’d spent together.
“Love,” he greeted, pulling out a barstool and sitting down, the kitchen island separating you. You lightly inhaled, turning to nod to him in acknowledgement.
You kept rummaging through the kitchen, trying your best to ignore your husband’s presence. Oh, Klaus hadn’t felt like your husband in so long, but what else could he possibly be to you?
You were trying so hard to be friends with him, but could you really be friends with the man you were in love with for a millennium? With the man who had hurt you more than anyone else ever had? You didn’t have an answer to that.
The two of you sat in silence. There was a point in time where silence between you both felt like a warm blanket, comfortable and safe, but now it felt ominous, like the calm before a storm. With Klaus, there was always a storm.
Just as you placed your final ingredients on the counter, he caught you off guard and asked, “What are you doing with my brother?” You quickly spun around, widening your eyes and narrowing them in the same sequence. This was a question, but it felt much more like a challenge.
Klaus was impassive, but you knew better than to actually believe that. However, you mirrored his expression, anyway. “What do you mean?” you quizzed. You tried to keep your voice devoid of emotion, but you couldn’t help the bite of annoyance that seeped through.
He clearly noticed this if the tick in his jaw was of any indication. “You and Kol, Y/N.” Your brows furrowed at his vague explanation, causing his eyes to roll. “Come on, don’t act as if you’re surprised. You had to have known that I’d ask eventually. You’re my wife.”
He stared firmly into your eyes. No, I’m not your wife, you wanted to scream, but you bit your tongue. You hoped that your gaze said it for you, anyway. Instead, you scoffed, “No, Klaus, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to say something, but you cut him off. “I’m not sure what insinuation you’re trying to make, but you need to cool it.”
You were fed up, and you could feel an argument on its way. Klaus and you hadn’t argued in a long time, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have things you wanted to say to him. You held your comments in for Hope’s sake, but if he wanted to poke the bear, then you’d make sure that the bear poked back.
This time, he scoffed, his calm façade falling apart as he snarked, “Oh, please, you can’t possibly be so naive.”
“There is nothing to be naive about, Klaus—there’s nothing going on between your brother and me.” And if there was, it wouldn’t be your business, you wanted to add, but you weren’t gonna add more fuel to the fire. You didn’t even know why your mind went there in the first place.
“Perhaps that’s what you think, Y/N, but I’ve seen the way my brother looks at you-”
“He doesn’t look at me in any way.”
“Yes, he does- and you’re fooling yourself if you think he doesn’t.”
There was a door in your mind that Klaus had opened with these remarks, a door you’d been scared to even go near. But you closed it right away, refusing to wonder about it. He was wrong. There was nothing going on between you and Kol.
Your eyes hardened and you snapped, “I don’t have the time nor do I have the patience to deal with another one of your paranoid episodes.” He scoffed again, but you paid it no mind. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have dinner to make.” You turned around, not caring to see Klaus’ expression. You heard the barstool screech against the floor and then his angry footsteps as he left the kitchen.
And just like that, that opened door was slammed shut.
You tried your hardest to ignore Klaus’ words, telling yourself it wasn’t true, that there was no way it could possibly be true, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You and Kol had always been close, but there was nothing that wasn’t platonic there. 
Or maybe you were wrong.
You had given up on love so long ago. You gave your lover your heart without a second thought and he threw it to the ground like it was nothing, like it wouldn’t shatter everywhere, like it was possible for you to ever recover from that. And then when you try and find happiness, he rips that away from you, too.
Klaus had blown out any spark you had, leaving you alone in the dark.
Was love worth it if felt like this?
You didn’t know. These weren’t questions you asked yourself when you said “I do.” You didn’t know what to do anymore.
So you did what you always did, stuffing your feelings away and acting like nothing was wrong. But something changed. Whenever you saw Kol after that, you felt something—something you couldn’t explain, something you couldn’t name. It was like you had felt this before, but just never noticed it.
This feeling lurked in the background for a while until it was pulled back to the forefront of your mind when you least expected it.
“Bloody hell,” you muttered, storming into the compound with Kol following soon after. Your language was partly ironic because bloody you were. Of course, not your blood, but you hadn’t been in this state in at least a century.
Safe to say, you didn’t miss it.
You had just killed a horde of witches. They were good opponents, strong, but nobody was ever really smart if they decided to go up against the Mikaelsons. Nothing was stronger than family, even if it didn’t always feel that way.
They wanted to go after Hope, but you would never let that happen—none of you would. So you killed them- slaughtered may have even been a better word to use. Some of them had their hearts taken, their limbs ripped apart, stakes stabbed into their chests; your family could get creative.
Elijah, Hayley, and Klaus were dealing with the mess while Rebekah was tending to Hope. They didn’t need anymore man-power, so Elijah told you both to go home and clean yourselves up. He didn’t have to tell you twice.
“Seems that this family can never escape a bloodbath,” he joked.
“Ugh, disgusting. I need a real bath.” You spun around, a dramatic look on your face. Kol chuckled. He was more at ease than you were; he got a meal out of it, but you preferred quick kills, so now you were just annoyed.
“If you weren’t my brother’s wife, I’d join you.” His tone was light and playful, teasing even, but there was a glint in his eye that made you think he wasn’t completely joking. Your mind went back to what Klaus said to you, about the way Kol looked at you, then you thought about everything he did to you, how he just discarded your vows like they were meaningless. 
Maybe, if you hadn’t just come from a fight, you would’ve laughed it off, but you were tired of thinking about what Klaus wanted. 
You shrugged. “Well, I don’t think I’ve been his wife for a long time now.” You maintained eye contact with Kol as he paused. The playful atmosphere disappeared and was replaced with tension.
A beat passed before he slowly responded, “Y/N, what are you trying to say?”
What were you trying to say? You didn’t know if you could put it into words. So you stepped forward, hearing his breath catch in his throat, putting a hand on his bicep. “I think you know what I’m trying to say.”
Another beat. And then the next thing you knew, Kol’s lips slammed onto yours. You were sped upstairs, immediately ripping his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor. Yours came off somewhere in the mix. You could taste the leftover blood on his lips, not enough to satisfy you, but just enough to leave you wanting more.
You didn’t know what you were doing, but it felt good. You never thought you’d feel anything remotely like this ever again, but now that you had it, who knew if you could ever let it go?
Kissing Kol was like drugs. Ecstasy raced through your veins. You didn’t know if you had ever felt anything like this before; if you had, then how was it possible that you let it slip through your fingers? No, this was unlike any experience you’d ever had.
He suddenly pulled away, heaving. You reached to pull him back in, but he stopped you, breathing, “Are you sure that you want this?”
You didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes- you have no idea how badly.” This clearly sufficed because he was back to kissing you the second you stopped talking, hands going to unclasp your bra.
Oh, at that moment, you couldn’t give a damn what Klaus thought.
And Kol made sure you didn’t think about Klaus for the rest of that night.
Kol made it feel like your first time all over again, like everything you felt was new and foreign to you, but by the time you were done, your body was anything but foreign to him. 
After multiple rounds and showering, you laid in your bed tired. You couldn’t remember the last time someone else laid with you. Part of you thought that, for some reason, Kol would leave, but he stayed right next to you, holding you in his arms.
You only had sex, but this felt like so much more than that.
The only thing that could be heard in your room was the sound of your breathing. You didn’t want to say anything, to talk about it and be reminded that you were married. You just wanted to bask in this moment.
You don’t know how long you’d been lying in silence before Kol whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You turned your head toward him, but like that night on the hill, he kept his vision directed to the ceiling as if he was afraid what he’d see if he directed it to you. He hesitated. “I think I’ve felt something for you for years, centuries. Maybe- maybe I always have.”
Your heart nearly stopped. Not just because he was confessing to having feelings for you, but because maybe you did, too. But this was more than a confession.
Your response to this could determine your future, if there was any, with Kol. 
The rational part of your brain argued that this could never work, that Klaus would never let it happen, that this would only end in tragedy. You wanted to stop this before it became something more, but that other part of yourself, the part ruled by her heart, told you that it was too late for that. This was already something more.
You couldn’t let this go, not even if you wanted to.
You cupped his cheek, turning him to you. When his eyes met yours, you saw an emotion that Kol rarely ever showed, and that was fear. You wondered if he could see that you were scared, too.
You looked into his eyes for what felt like forever but was really only a minute. And then you decided that what you were feeling was more powerful than words, so you didn’t say anything at all, leaning in to kiss him. It wasn’t as fervent as before, now tender and soft but still with purpose. You weren’t too sure of what’d happen after this, once you woke up from this dream and got back to reality, but as you kissed him, it didn’t matter.
You were together. 
And for now, that was more than enough.
When you woke up, Kol was still there, right next to you. You could’ve stayed in bed together all day, but you weren’t normal people. You belonged to the least normal family and led the least normal lives. So you got up, reluctantly, and he went back to his room before anyone could find him in yours.
Then you walked downstairs, ate breakfast, and dealt with the effects of the your most recent problem. You were at Rousseau’s, about to meet with Marcel, when you were pulled into the bathroom, Kol’s lips immediately meeting yours.
The feeling of his lips soon became so familiar to you.
You wanted to be normal so badly, but you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t. So this became your new normal instead: stolen moments and glances, being together when no one else was around. 
Slowly, that feeling you had whenever you were around him was given a name. You don’t know if it was love, if it could even be that yet—but it felt dangerous, and exciting, and warm all at once. You felt it whenever you kissed him, whenever you looked into his dark brown eyes, and whenever he smiled. 
You were falling for Kol Mikaelson.
You constantly berated yourself, even though it felt so good. This was like alcohol, and drugs, and every other vice out there: it was temporary. The Original Hybrid was your husband—this was his brother. He wouldn’t let this happen.
This was wrong.
But it felt so right.
You had rejected every possible opportunity of happiness for years. Couldn’t you just have this one thing? Couldn’t you just let yourself be happy?
Oh, Kol made you happy. He brought out a part of you that you thought was gonna be gone forever. He made you feel like yourself again, like you were alive, like you had something to live for.
You had been living in black and white for so long that you forgot what it was like to live in colour.
Music filled the Mikaelson living room, music that the rest of the world would perhaps call old but never got old to you. Kol held you close to him, rocking you to the rhythm while your head rested on his chest. You were both very well versed in classical dances, but you didn’t need a big fancy dance for this to feel the way it did: special.
There was something going on—there always was—but, at that moment, that something didn’t exist. At that moment, it was just the two of you.
A small smile came to your lips. “You know, you weren’t even actually alive when this song came out.”
You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. “Yeah, and I’m glad. This song is terrible.”
You gasped, pulling away and hitting his arm. “Kol Mikaelson! Don’t you dare speak about Celine Dion that way.”
He laughed again, easily pulling you back to him and kissing the crown of your head. You tried pouting, but it felt impossible to do anything other than smile. “Don’t worry, darling. You like it, so I like it.” Your smile got wider, pulling back again but this time it was to kiss him.
You found that, when you kissed Kol, it wasn’t always so hot and heavy. It didn’t always lead to making out or making love. Sometimes, you just kissed because it felt good. It was soft, and gentle, and reassuring, and it felt good.
Maybe, if you were being honest with yourself, it felt better than anything else.
You pulled away after a few seconds, taking the time to stare into his eyes. You did it all the time and yet, every single time you did, it felt like the first time all over again. You could stare into his brown orbs all day long if you could. However, your lives didn’t allow for that.
But that just made little moments like these all the more special.
After a few seconds, he directed your attention away from his eyes, mumbling under his breath, “The song’s still shit, though.”
“Oh, shut up,” you scolded, but your head still made its way back to his chest, anyways.
Everyone else was back at the benefit. You were there, too, until you both decided to sneak away and go back home. That was cutting it close, definitely, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You didn’t get to go on dates or hold hands in public, so you were gonna grab these moments while you still could.
You knew that what you were doing was just prolonging an eventual- no, an inevitable outcome, but after everything you went through, you learned a few lessons. All good things came to an end—everything had to end at some point. Your marriage sure did, but that didn’t mean that you’d go back and change a thing. Yes, things with Klaus ended badly, but he gave you a thousand good years first.
So if what you were doing with Kol ended, then at least you had this. At least you had dances in the living room, and stargazing, and soft kisses.
Maybe this story wouldn’t have a happy ending.
But as long as you got a happy middle, then you were okay with that.
And he did everything he could to give you just that. 
It felt… different, to be with someone other than Niklaus, but it was a good different. It felt good to smile and to actually mean it. And it made you wish for something more, to be more than just two people engaging in a forbidden love affair, but that’s what this was, wasn’t it?
But Kol made it feel like it really was more than that. He made you feel like a diamond, like you were beautiful, like everything that had weighed down on you only made you that much stronger. 
This was more. This was so much more than you could’ve ever hoped for.
You were lying in bed together late at night when it happened. You weren’t expecting it- you weren’t sure if you ever expected it. But Kol was always one to do the unexpected, surprise you and keep you on the edge of your seat.
Yet, when he spoke, he didn’t sound so dauntless. He sounded small and afraid, but at the same time, you could hear the hope in his voice. Hope, courage, bravery—at the end of the day, it was just called Kol.
He was always brave enough for the both of you.
“I love you.”
Your breath hitched, turning to see that he was already staring at you. The déjà vu hit you hard. Here you were, in the same position you’d already been in with him, but this time, he looked right at you.
Brave enough for the both of you.
You didn’t say anything. You wondered if you were dreaming, hallucinating, imagining things, if this was some cruel trick of the mind. But, the longer you stared and the longer he stared right back at you, the more convinced you became.
This was real.
This was real.
You wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him in and connecting his lips with yours. Butterflies still erupted in your stomach, even though you had been at this for a while. You put your everything into this kiss, but Kol deserved more than everything.
This scared you, but Kol had given you so much. He didn’t need to be the brave one all the time.
You wanted to be brave, too.
So when you finally pulled away, resting your forehead on his, eyes closed, you whispered back, “I love you.” 
You and Kol were brave together, braver together. Yeah, there were dragons out there so much more powerful than you, but you could slay them together. Maybe it would’ve been safer to just stay away, to just tuck yourself away in a castle and avoid the dragons altogether, but what was the point in that?
What was the point of being alive if you weren’t truly living?
And you were living.
Everyone around you could see it. Your change in behaviour was unusual, but it lifted everyone’s spirits. You were starting to be able to actually hold a conversation with Rebekah, and you were starting to be able to talk to Elijah about things other than the family’s latest conflicts. You were even starting to be a little more friendly with Hayley.
You didn’t tell her, but a part of you was thankful for what she did. She knew who you were when she met Klaus; she knew he was married, and she still slept with him. This had previously enraged you, but now you couldn’t help but feel relieved.
Had she not done what she did, you may have never had this with Kol.
And Hope would’ve never been born.
Oh, you would do anything for her. This family may have been cursed, but you were all willing to do whatever it took to break the cycle. No more running, no more instability. No matter how dysfunctional you all were, you would give her that.
She was never alone. When her parents weren’t there to bring her or pick her up from school, you were. And if you weren’t, then Kol was, or Rebekah, or Elijah, or Marcel. The odds were against you from the start, but you were all there to flip them. 
For her.
You were always happy with Hope, but even she could tell that something had changed. She was a child, but she was bright, and she knew you were happier.
The relationships in your life blossomed. Klaus was the only person that this didn’t happen with.
You loved Kol—you were in love with Kol, but loving him didn’t skew your memory. Klaus and you had a long history. You still couldn’t look at him without picturing it.
It was easier to be more forgiving of Hayley. She wasn’t the one who vowed to be faithful to you, nor was she the one to cheat on you three times or give up on your marriage. He was. You couldn’t see yourself letting go of that. Maybe one day, but being around him wouldn’t speed up that process.
Klaus was actually the last person on your mind.
But that didn’t seem to be the case for him.
You were on your way out of the compound when something caught your eye. You stopped, turning to see your husband by himself in an empty hallway. It appeared that something had caught his eye, too.
He was so focused that he didn’t even see you. You could’ve pretended not to see him, walked away and gone on with your business, but you knew what he was looking at. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t look at it every once in a while, too.
Yes, you could’ve walked away, but the easy thing was never easy for you to do.
So you walked up to him, leaving a foot between you and looking at what had captured his attention. It was a portrait, and a familiar one at that.
The truth was, you’d studied that portrait until it was engraved into your memory. Even when you weren’t looking at it, it still came and found you in your dreams and even when you were just sitting around and thinking.
It was you. It was you, and Klaus, and Rebekah, and Elijah, and Kol. Before he died, before Hayley, before this godforsaken city. It was when things were calm, when you still had some sort of semblance of family. Or at least that’s what it was supposed to be.
Because it wasn’t real.
You never got together for this portrait. This time didn’t exist. It was fake. Niklaus was such a wonderful artist that he almost made you believe it, but it wasn’t real. He could paint you all so realistically, make you look so happy, but when was the last time you were all happy as a family? It was never in these clothes, never in this age.
But he made it look real.
He made it look like you were all picture-perfect, like his brother didn’t bring you to your end, like Rebekah never lost her mind, like Kol was never murdered, like you were never out crying in the rain for a man who would never change, like he was a man who could change.
Who knew that such a happy picture could evoke such sadness. Because this portrait wasn’t what was— it was what could’ve been.
Klaus broke the silence with a voice you would’ve never heard without enhanced hearing. “I really did love you.” Neither of you turned to face the other. “I really do love you.”
Not too long ago, you would’ve started crying. And while tears did build in your eyes, you smiled first. You didn’t doubt that. It didn’t take you long to respond, “So did I.”
1996, when you left, when you came back, when he cheated again, when you found out he was having a baby, when he killed Leo, when you stayed, when you took Hope. All of this flashed before your eyes, but it wasn’t all you saw. You also saw your wedding, your first time, when he painted you as you slept, when you got drunk together, when he cooked for you, when you kissed on the beach at night all by yourselves. You saw how happy he made you and how easily he just took it away from you.
You would never forget these things, none of it. You would never forget the bad, but you would never forget the good, either.
He lightly chuckled as if he was remembering all the same things as you. And then, for a while, you both just stood there, staring at the painting. There was a time when you could practically read his mind, but now you had no idea what he was thinking.
You were different people now. You weren’t the same people who went through the good, nor were you the same people who went through the bad. You weren’t the same people you could’ve been in that picture, either.
And he knew that, too.
“I’m never going to be your husband again, am I?” He mused, but this wasn’t a question. You both already knew the answer, even if you hadn’t said it out loud to each other.
“No.” You shook your head, opting to look down at your boots. “No, you’re not.”
Maybe you were imagining it, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw him wipe at his eye. Suddenly, a part of you felt bad, but not for him. You felt bad for the boy you fell in love with, the boy who gave you humanity even when he had lost his own. And you felt bad for the girl who kissed him at the altar.
So, against your current feelings, you turned and swiftly wrapped your arms around him, hoping that you weren’t just hugging Klaus, but that you were hugging the boy you married all those years ago. He quickly hugged you back, holding you tightly, but his grip slowly lessened.
Like he was getting ready to let you go.
You don’t know how long you were in his arms, but eventually he pulled away. You could finally see his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, and how they were filled with tears despite the smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. You had both said everything you needed to say; there were no more chapters to write in this book of yours.
It was time for your story to end.
You let go of each other and you turned around, walking away without sparing that painting another glance. You were just at the edge of the hallway when he called your name, making you turn your head.
“Be happy with him,” he said, even though it looked like it annihilated him to say it.
But you didn’t question it. You just nodded, then you turned around and walked away. You didn’t need to ask him who he was referring to or have him explain any further. You understood perfectly.
You would.
You were gonna be happy with him.
And just like that, the Original Hybrid and the Mikaelson Wife were done.
But who knew? You could very well become a Mikaelson once again if Kol got his way. You wouldn’t admit, just as to not inflate his ego, but deep down, you wanted him to get his way.
Slowly, the suspicions your other siblings had became confirmed. You weren’t overly affectionate in public, but they were able to put two and two together. Rebekah had been in love so many times that she was able to see it clearly on you, and Elijah was always the scholar amongst you, the smart one. Marcel saw it from a mile away. While he and Kol hadn’t always gotten along well, they were both willing to put that aside for you.
Even a child could see that you were in love; Hope did.
“Aunt Y/N/N, do you and Uncle Kol love each other like Belle and the Beast?”
You both simultaneously turned to her, along with everyone else in the living room. It was movie night; Beauty and the Beast had just finished, and Hope had asked you that question as soon as the credits were rolling.
She was just a kid who was curious. She didn’t know the potential outrage her question could cause.
But you weren’t gonna lie to her. You weren’t gonna deny what was possibly the best thing you ever had, even as your entire family was in the room.
“Hope-” Hayley had started to scold, but you cut her off.
“Hayley, it’s alright.” She didn’t look convinced and still looked embarrassed, but you turned back to Hope with a smile on your face. “Yes, sweetheart, Uncle Kol and I do love each other.”
She now looked confused, like your reply hadn’t cleared anything up at all. “But my daddy looks at you the way Uncle Kol looks at you.” You opened your mouth, but you didn’t know what to say. “Does daddy love you, too?”
It appeared that none of you had the answer to her question. How were you meant to explain your situation to a child, that you and her father had loved one another for a thousand years and then your relationship ended because he slept with her mother?
What you were least expecting happened. Instead of having an outburst, Klaus beckoned Hope over, petting her hair once she was sat on his lap. “Ah, my littlest wolf,” he sighed, but the corners of his lips were upturned. His eyes were slightly glazed over as if he wasn’t really there, but that look quickly disappeared. For Hope, he’d be present. “I wish that love was as simple to understand as Belle and the Beast, but it is much more complicated than that. Your Aunt Y/N has been there for me many times, and for that, I will always love her,” he professed. His eyes found yours for a moment, but he quickly looked back to his daughter. “But we love each other differently from how her and Uncle Kol love each other. We love each other as family, not as people in love with one another. But no matter what any of us feel for each other in this family, Hope, we will all always love you.”
Hope slung her arms around her father’s neck. “I love you, too, daddy.”
“Always and forever, little one.”
While Hope’s back was turned, your eyes met again and the corners of your lips quirked up slightly. You knew that must’ve been hard for him to say, so you mouthed, thank you.
He smiled back at you. Even though it was so obviously fake, you still appreciated it. He nodded in response.
Yes, you and Klaus had been through a lot. You all had complicated relationships with one another, Kol and you included, but you were gonna push that aside for Hope. Every time.
One day, you would explain it all to her, how Marcel was her brother but your son, why Rebekah was so soft and hard at the same time, why Elijah was so protective, why her parents weren’t together, how you fell in and out of love with her father, why you were still here, how you fell in love with Kol.
But for now, you were gonna let her hold onto her innocence for as long as she could.
Hope still had questions, but she also had all of you to distract her from all of the problems you dealt with. However, you were no longer consumed by all these problems. You had someone to distract you, too, and that was Kol.
Whether you were in bed together, kissing, or just holding hands, he always took your mind off your troubles. He was like a wizard, transporting you from reality and bringing you to cloud nine every day. The problems, the threats, the drama—none of it mattered to you. To you, being with Kol was enough.
If you could just have this for the rest of your life, then you’d be happy, and that is exactly what he wanted to give you.
Time passed in a blur. It was a true what they said, that time flied when you were having fun. Before you knew it, a year had passed since Kol first kissed you, since you started this. A perfect year, calm with minimal conflict both in the Quarter and in the Abattoir.
You could’ve passed many more years this way happily, but you were always one to accept less than what you were worth. Kol knew that, and he wanted more for you- more for both of you.
He wanted to do more than just take you to dreams away from reality.
He wanted to make those dreams come true.
“Kol, what are you doing?” You giggled, stumbling a little but never falling. Kol would never let you fall.
He hushed you, “Shhh, we’re almost there.” 
A blindfold was over your eyes as he guided you around. You got into the car together hours ago, and when you woke up, the blindfold was on. He said he had a surprise for you.
This was so cheesy, but you were a sucker for these kinds of things. You never thought you’d get to a place like this again, that you’d be a hopeless romantic or even just a romantic ever again after what Klaus did to you, but Kol made you believe in romance again.
He put your heart back together after you thought it’d been broken beyond repair.
Finally, after more stumbling and laughing, he stopped, holding you in place. “Okay, are you ready?” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the excitement in his voice. You nodded. “Alright. Three, two, one-”
The blindfold fell to the ground and the sight he’d been withholding was revealed to you. Your brows furrowed. You were in a living room with beautiful floors and beautiful decor, a fireplace parallel to the big couch behind you. You looked around and saw incredible artwork hanging on the walls and gorgeous windows that let the moonlight in.
It was beautiful and all, but did you drive all this way to break into someone’s house?
You voiced your confusion. “Kol, what is this place?” You turned around to see him trying to hold back a smile, a twinkle in his eyes. He looked like a kid about to tell you that he saw Santa. That thought made you laugh. “C’mon, Kol, really. Where are we right now?”
“Well, geographically, we’re in North Carolina.” His explanation produced a gasp from you, making him laugh. He was having way too much fun having you in the dark.
“North Carolina?” you echoed. Your jaw was practically on the floor. “We’re in North Carolina? You’re kidding- that’s like ten hours away-”
“Thirteen, darling.” This didn’t get rid of your disbelief, though you doubt that was what Kol was aiming for, anyway. He shrugged, adding, “Well, I actually got it down to twelve, but that’s besides the point.”
“Trust me, the shocker for me is not your reckless driving-”
He cut you off by speeding to you, lifting up your chin so you were looking right into his eyes. Funny, how he was still able to make you speechless. “I’m going to ignore that jab at my impeccable driving skills because I love you.”
You snorted, “Sure, if impeccable means shit.”
He hushed you again, causing you to roll your eyes. “Back to your question,” he said, making you remember the topic of conversation. You wondered if he had any idea how easily he was able to make you forget about anything—about everything. “I drove us here because North Carolina is relatively… quiet.”
You raised a brow. “Quiet?”
“Yes.” He gently grabbed your hands, holding them in his. Sometimes, he did this absentmindedly, but you were never bothered. You were far from bothered. “Louisiana is perhaps the heart of the supernatural. New York and any other state with a thriving night life also has a thriving vampire population, and they’re busy enough with humans as it is. The big states always are. But North Carolina… North Carolina isn’t on any vampire’s bucket list.”
You drawled, “Okayyyyyy… but why are we here?” What he was saying made sense, but you didn’t get how it related to either of you.
He just smiled, so clearly amused by your confusion. “You amaze me, Y/N, truly,” he proclaimed, that same shit-eating grin on his face that you’d grown accustomed to. “Only you would take so long to get the hint.”
That was obviously a hint, too, but you weren’t catching it. Kol shook his head, getting that look in his eye that he got when he was remembering something. “You told me once that, if we weren’t who we were, you’d want to live somewhere without ruckus, like a normal person. But you knew that couldn’t happen with my brother’s aspirations.” Now he looked at you pointedly and, all of a sudden, a wave of realization washed over you.
Your eyes darted all over the house. There was a reason why you were so in love with it. You looked back to Kol, mouth agape. He continued, “You wanted a house that wasn’t just decadent, but a home.”
Tears welled in your eyes as your hand flew up to cup your mouth in shock. You could remember telling him that, but it was so long ago. You’d long since abandoned the idea, but here he was, offering it up to you. “You- you remember that?”
He leaned in to wipe a tear that you didn’t even notice had fell, caressing your cheek. “I remember every moment I’ve ever spent with you, Y/N.” His actions were pointless because his words caused even more tears to fall.
You had never felt such an overwhelming feeling, so in love, so loved. Your heart’s immediate instinct was to kiss him, to say yes, but your mind… you’d been through enough to know better. 
“How are we going to-” you stammered, “we can’t- we can’t just move away.”
“Y/N-”
“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, but-” your voice cracked. “we can’t just pick up and leave, Kol—you know that.”
He was now cupping both of your cheeks, staring so deeply into your eyes that you were sure he could see the parts of yourself that you’d tucked away. “Do you remember when I left Mystic Falls?” Of course, you did. How could you ever forget? “I asked you to come with me and you didn’t. Why was that?”
You didn’t want to answer, to relive this after you’d already agonized over it for so long, but you did, anyway. “Klaus. I didn’t go because of Klaus.”
“Exactly. You didn’t go because of that bastard, and you don’t want this now for the same reason.”
“Kol-”
He stepped closer when you thought he’d already closed all the space between you. His voice was soft and firm all at once. “I died thinking I’d never get the chance to tell you how I felt. I wasted so much time, worrying, unhappy.” He shook his head. “Well, I don’t want to worry anymore. I don’t want to waste any more time.” More tears fell, from both of you. “You make me happy, Y/N. I just want to be happy with you.”
A teary laugh escaped your lips. He made you happy, too, so much happier than you’d been in so long, so much happier than you even thought was possible after everything you’d been through. And he was right. Klaus was the one thing holding you back, but why should he get to do that?
You’ve given away years of your life for other people. Couldn’t you be selfish, just this once, and have this one thing for yourself?
You just wanted to be happy.
So you pulled him in and kissed him until you had to pull away for air, and when you did, you whispered, “Yes.”
And that may have just been the best decision you had ever made.
When you eventually drove back to New Orleans days later, you explained the situation to Klaus. He wasn’t jumping up and down with joy, but he surprisingly took it better than you expected.
You spent a thousand years with that man; saying goodbye wasn’t as easy as it seemed, but it needed to happen. It was time for you to go your separate ways. And even after everything he put you through, you still hoped that he could maybe find happiness one day, too.
Niklaus Mikaelson was your epic love, but you knew without a doubt that Kol was your true love. He was the warmth you’d been yearning for, and you were gonna let yourself have that.
North Carolina was the perfect place for you to settle down. It was quiet, like Kol said, with little to no supernatural population. It was also close enough to Louisiana that you could distance yourself from all the crazy but still get there if they needed you.
That’s what you told Elijah when you said your goodbye to him, that you were just a phone call away. He was gonna be the one running the show now, as always. He was always the responsible one amongst you, and you hoped that he’d let go of that and let himself live a little, too. As much as you didn’t like her, maybe he could get with Hayley one day or even find his own person.
You had hope that all of your family could one day be free of this Mikaelson curse, that they wouldn’t be bearing the hybrid’s sins for the rest of their lives. Rebekah was getting there. She was still growing up a little, and she all the time in the world to do that.
It was hard saying goodbye to Hope, but you just reassured her that this wasn’t goodbye. She’d always have a place in your home if she so needed it, and she’d definitely always hold a place in your heart. The only reason you felt okay with leaving her was because you knew she wouldn’t be alone; she had two parents that loved her more than life, a crazy aunt and uncle, and her big brother.
Marcel congratulated you with a wide grin on his face. He was elated for you, telling you that he’d be visiting you, to which you replied that he would always be welcome with you two.
Maybe you were just sentimental, but even saying goodbye to the city itself was hard, nerve-racking. It had given you so much, but taken so much more. You were learning, though, that love wasn’t supposed to drain you. You were learning to let go.
Goodbye, New Orleans, you whispered to yourself as you passed the town sign, and then you were saying hello to North Carolina… and also the new you.
Y/N and Kol Michaels. You got married not too far down the line. Of course, if you wanted to be normal, ditching the medieval last name was best. You supposed you could’ve kept it, but getting rid of it was more symbolic than anything.
You wanted to start over completely, and so that’s what you guys did. You weren’t abandoning your family, but making one of your own, too. Eventually, the idea of kids came up. You wanted nothing more than to raise your own child with the man you were in love with, but you couldn’t conceive a child and you didn’t want to drag one into this life, anyway. It was too dangerous.
The realization that you would never get to have kids broke your heart, but your lover repaired it like his words were glue. The two of you were together, and that was good enough for you.
Doing this, starting over, was scarier than any other situation you had ever been in—and that was saying something, considering how long you’d lived. But with Kol at your side, you were able to be brave. 
There was so much to be afraid of. You were scared that this wouldn’t work out, that this was only a happy middle with no happy ending, that you’d feel cold again one day after growing accustomed to the fire, but if all of that happened one day, then you decided that you’d be okay with it. You would be okay with it because at least you lived. You weren’t gonna let your fears stop you from doing that. If you just gave into your fears, then you would’ve never felt this feeling. You would’ve never fallen in love. You would’ve never found yourself again.
You owed it all to your bravery.
And you owed it all to Kol’s.
But together, you were fearless. Together, you were braver.
You were braver together.
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a/n: sorry for the long wait, but here is part two! ik i said i was gonna do the thg fanfic first, but that one is long asf so i decided to drop this first. i tried my best to listen to all ur suggestions—unfortunately, i couldn't find a way to write in a pregnancy. but we've got a happy ending! i really, really, really did not want a happy ending, like i had a whole sad ending planned for the part 2 but everyone wanted happiness so i just decided to end it there to avoid to outrage lol. if u want a part 3 where it doesn't end there but ends the way it was supposed to originally, then tell me. and lastly, thank u all so much for all the support!
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𝟷.𝟻𝚔 || 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋
♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Your hangouts with Elijah cause a certain Mikaelson to become jealous.
♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Jealous Kol, Bit of Elena tormenting,
♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: Elijah Mikaelson x fem!reader, platonic!Kol Mikaelson x reader
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You and Kol sat comfortably at the Grill, watching Elena from across the room as she poked at her salad with a fork, clearly annoyed but trying to act as though she couldn’t see the two of you. Kol, of course, was leaning back in his chair with that signature mischievous smirk, the one that always spelled trouble for anyone in his sights.
“Look at her, trying to act all aloof as if she hasn’t tangled herself up in a love triangle with two brothers. Honestly, Elena, have you no creativity?” Kol drawled, his voice loud enough to be heard from your table, earning an annoyed glance from her.
You snorted, leaning in closer, your voice dripping with false sympathy. “Honestly, it’s tragic. Two brothers, both madly in love with you? I mean, isn’t that a little cliché? Couldn’t you just pick someone who isn’t a Salvatorian? We get it, you like the brooding types.”
Elena finally rolled her eyes, pushing her plate away. “Can you both just leave me alone?”
“Oh, but where would be the fun in that?” you teased, wagging your finger at her like she was a child. “Besides, we’re just giving you some friendly advice.”
Kol leaned forward with a gleam in his eye. “We think it’s time you choose, darling. All this toying with emotions—why, you’re going to give the Salvatores heartburn.”
You were about to add another snide remark when something strange slipped out of your mouth instead. “Maybe it’s time you did what’s best for you, Elena. Honestly, leaving both of them might not be the worst idea. You could focus on yourself for once.”
Kol froze, his entire body stiffening as if you had just insulted his entire existence. His eyes widened, and his mouth parted in disbelief. “What… did you just say?”
You blinked, realizing a second too late what you’d let slip. “Uh… I mean—”
Kol dramatically pushed his chair back, standing up as if you’d just committed an unforgivable crime. “No, no, no. This is all wrong! You—you’ve been hanging out with my brother, haven’t you?!”
Elena furrowed her brow, glancing between the two of you like you’d lost your minds. “What’s happening right now?”
Kol didn’t even acknowledge her, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction. “You’ve been sneaking around with Elijah! He’s doing that thing he does—saying all those moral, noble things. He’s trying to steal you from me, isn’t he?!”
You laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. “No, no, I mean, we just… had a couple of conversations, that’s all…”
“Conversations?!” Kol looked genuinely betrayed, like you’d just sold his entire wardrobe on eBay. “Stop giving her morals, Elijah!” he shouted to no one in particular, waving his arms as if the eldest Mikaelson brother was lurking in the shadows.
You put your hands up defensively. “I didn’t ask for his advice! It just… happened!”
Kol threw his hands up in the air. “This is exactly how it starts! First, it’s ‘maybe it’s time you do what’s best for you,’ and next, it’ll be ‘let’s not murder people for fun anymore.’ Before you know it, you’ll be sipping tea and quoting Shakespeare!”
You burst into laughter despite yourself, though the panic was still bubbling under the surface. “Okay, I would never—”
“You say that now!” Kol snapped, pacing dramatically. “But mark my words, this is how he does it! He gets into your head with all that ‘duty’ and ‘honor’ nonsense, and then BAM! Suddenly, you’re going to bed at 9 p.m. and lecturing me about responsibility.”
Elena, thoroughly confused, stood up. “I’m just… going to go.”
Kol waved her off, not even sparing her a second glance. “Yes, yes, run along, Elena. The real problem here is not your love triangle but this betrayal of new best friends.”
As soon as Elena was gone, Kol was back to pacing.
“Look, it’s not like I’m going to turn into Elijah, okay? I’m still your partner in crime!” you insisted, but even as you said it, the memory of Elijah’s calm, reasoned voice played in the back of your mind. Was it so bad that he made sense sometimes?
Kol stopped dead in his tracks, pointing at you. “Don’t you even think about it. I swear, if you start quoting him to me, I’ll—”
“What? You’ll find another best friend?” you shot back, a grin creeping onto your face. “Come on, Kol. We’ve been wreaking havoc for centuries together. I’m not going anywhere.”
Kol huffed, crossing his arms and pouting like a petulant child. “I don’t like sharing.”
“Clearly.”
Suddenly, he stopped pouting, his face lighting up with a new wave of determination. “That’s it! I’m going to confront him.”
You barely had time to process what he said before Kol vanished in a blur of vampire speed, leaving you alone at the table. You groaned, slumping back in your chair. Great. This was going to be a mess.
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Kol stormed into Elijah’s study, finding the elder Mikaelson calmly reading a book. Without even looking up, Elijah sighed. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Kol pointed dramatically. “Stop trying to steal my partner in crime!”
Elijah finally glanced up, raising a brow in amusement. “I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me!” Kol declared, stepping closer. “I knew what you were up to the moment you started talking to her about all your noble nonsense. ‘Oh, maybe we should care about people’s feelings,’ ‘Oh, maybe it’s not so fun to torment humans endlessly.’” He mocked Elijah’s voice with exaggerated reverence. “Well, newsflash, Elijah! She was mine first! You’re not giving her morals and stuff.”
Elijah raised an eyebrow, completely unbothered. “Perhaps you should spend less time tormenting innocent people, Kol.”
Kol let out a mock gasp. “Innocent? Elena? Are you mad?”
You bit back a laugh, but Elijah’s smirk was all too telling. “I assure you, I’m perfectly sane. Though I must admit,” he glanced at you, his voice lowering, “I rather like this new side of her.”
“Don’t be smug!” Kol snapped, throwing his hands up. “I see what you’re doing! You’re trying to turn her into one of your allies. Next thing I know, she’ll be wearing suits and frowning disapprovingly at me!”
Elijah chuckled softly, closing his book. “She has a mind of her own, Kol. If she chooses to follow my advice—”
Kol gasped dramatically. “See? SEE? This is how it starts! You’re trying to steal her from me! With… with philosophy!”
You chuckled at Kol's dramatics. “Kol, seriously?”
Kol pointed at you accusingly. “Don’t ‘seriously’ me! I saw the way you looked all guilty back there! I won’t stand for it!”
Elijah’s eyes flicked to you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he regarded you with a mixture of fondness and amusement. “Is that so?”
You sighed, running a hand through your hair, completely flustered. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean it.”
Kol narrowed his eyes, shaking his head furiously. “Don’t listen to her. She’s gone soft.”
“I am not soft!” you protested, crossing your arms indignantly. “I just… said something Elijah-ish by mistake. It doesn’t mean I’ve gone all moral!”
Kol crossed his arms, turning his back to you both with a huff. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Elijah smirked. “I suppose that’s my influence.”
You groaned. “Don’t encourage him.”
Kol turned back around, dramatically pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. “Oh, I see it now. I’ll be forgotten—replaced by Elijah of all people. You’ll be sitting by firesides discussing literature and sipping wine, and I’ll be out in the cold, wreaking havoc all alone!”
You chuckled, stepping forward to playfully nudge Kol. “I’m not ditching you for Elijah, Kol. You’re my best friend, remember?”
Kol peered at you, suspicious. “Promise?”
You rolled your eyes. “Promise.”
Kol narrowed his eyes at Elijah one last time. “I’m watching you, brother. Stop with the moral lectures.”
Elijah chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll do my best to refrain.”
Just then, Rebekah sauntered into the room, glancing between the three of you before resting her eyes on you. “My, my. Trouble in paradise?”
You groaned. “It’s not what it looks like.”
Rebekah grinned wickedly. “Pity. I was hoping for some drama. You know, if Kol’s giving you too much trouble, you could always keep me company instead. I promise I’m much more fun.”
You burst into laughter, while Kol made a face. “Don’t you dare!” he warned, pointing at Rebekah.
Rebekah winked at you, clearly enjoying herself. “Think about it, darling.”
Kol groaned loudly. “Why is everyone trying to steal my best friend?!”
Elijah chuckled softly, looking at you with a smirk as you shook your head in amusement. “It seems you’re in high demand.”
You just grinned, shrugging. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”
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LOVE FOR ETERNITY - MASTERLIST
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Kol and Natali met 1002 while his family was in France. But they got together again after hundred and plus years and were together for almost nine hundred years. Klaus didn’t like them together so he took every chance to dagger Kol and to separate them. But what will happen when he is not in control anymore?
Read to find out!
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TVD OR TO, NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM THOSE TWO SHOWS. I ONLY OWN MINE PLOT LINES FOR THE STORY AND ANY OTHER ORIGINAL CHARACTERS THAT I CREATE.
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MOODBOARD, AESTHETIC, EDITS..
EPIGRAPHE
PROLOGUE
PART 1: | I’M THE STORM.. SO WAIT! |
PART 2: | I STILL WAIT FOR YOU |
PART 3: | KEEP THEM APART |  
PART 4: | I HOPE YOU SUFFER | 
PART 5: | WHO’S IN CONTROL NOW? | 
PART 6: | AND SO IT BEGINS.. | 
PART 7: | UNPREDICTABLE |
PART 8: | DANCING WITH THE DEVIL |  
PART 9: | DARK NECESSITY | 
PART 10: | HOUSE OF MEMORIES | 
PART 11: | DANCING IN THE DARK | 
PART 12: | A FLAMED CONNECTION | 
PART 13: | DESIRE | 
PART 14: | FAKE FRIENDSHIP |
PART 15: | NEON LIGHTS | 
PART 16: | AN OLD frENEMY | 
PART 17: | WELCOME BACK TO MYSTIC FALLS | 
PART 18: | LET’S FORGIVE, BUT NOT FORGET | 
PART 19: | BECOMING THE TOWN OF PAIN | 
PART 20: | TIME TO GO DOWN | 
PART 21: | WE ARE, WE ARE.. MONSTERS | 
PART 22: | LITTLE SISTER | 
PART 23: | THE WRONG HOUSE | 
PART 24: | SECRETS & MORE SECRETS |
PART 25: | LIVING A LIE |  
PART 26: | A TOUCH OF INSANITY |
PART 27: | READY OR NOT HERE WE COME |
PART 28: | YOU CAN’T HIDE |  
PART 29: | CALM BEFORE THE STORM |
PART 30: | THE TRUTH REVEALED |
PART 31: | ANNOYED TO DEATH | 
PART 32: | DANCE QUEEN |
PART 33: | NOT AFRAID ANYMORE |
PROLOGUE
PART 34: | WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE OF NEW ORLEANS | 
PART 35: | SPELL OUT THE SECRET | 
PART 36: | THE SECRET WEAPON | 
PART 37: | I HAVE A FIGHT TO WIN | 
PART 38: | WICKED WITCH OF THE FRENCH QUARTER | 
PART 39: | WE’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE, DARLING |
PART 40: | REIGNING PAIN IN NEW ORLEANS | 
PART 41: | OUT IN THE WOODS | 
PART 42: | FACING THE CONSEQUENCES | 
PART 43: | WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE? | 
PART 44: | SOME SECRETS AREN’T MEANT TO BE TOLD | 
PART 45: | DEATH IS NOT THE END |
PART 46: | TU NOMBRE SE SABRA, POR LA ETERNIDAD | 
PART 47: | THERE IS A THIN LINE BETWEEN DARKNESS AND LIGHT |
PART 48: | LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR | 
PART 49: | KILL OF THE NIGHT |
PROLOGUE
PART 50: | THEY ARE BACK, AREN’T THEY? | 
PART 51: | A HIDEOUT IN THE WOODS | 
PART 52: | FAMILY IS POWER | 
PART 53: | TAKING BACK WHAT’S MINE | 
PART 54: | AIN’T NO REST FOR THE WICKED | 
PART 55: | BURN THE WITCH | 
PART 56: | IT MUST BE CHRISTMAS | 
PART 57: | LONG LOST SISTER | 
PART 58: | THE DEVIL YOU KNOW | 
PART 59: | FAMILY DINNER |
PART 60: | THE FIRST ENCOUNTER |
PART 61: | NEW DAY, NEW DRAMA | 
PART 62: | THIS IS HOW IT ENDS | 
PART 63: | WE’LL BE BACK | 
PART 64: | DIAMONDS ARE GIRLS BEST FRIEND | 
PROLOGUE
PART 65: | THE MASSACRE OF ST. TROPEZ | 
PART 66: | GAMES OF IMMORTALS | 
PART 67: | I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL OR NEW ORLEANS | 
PART 68: | THE RETURN | 
PART 69: | MIDNIGHT | 
PART 70: | KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER | 
PART 71: | DEVILS YOU KNOW | 
PART 72: | BLOODLETTING | 
PART 73: | CHRISTMAS BEFORE NIGHTMARE | 
PART 74: | TRISTAN’S SPLENDID END | 
PART 75: | SOMEONE ELSE KNOWS | 
PART 76: |  FANGLORIOUS | 
PART 77: | SUDDEN TURN OF EVENTS | 
PART 78: |  NO REST FOR THE WICKED | 
PART 79: | “FAMILY BONDING” | 
PART 80: | THE BEGINNING OF THE END | 
PART 81: | THE AFTERMATH | 
PART 82: | DARKNESS AT THE EDGE OF THE TOWN | 
PART 83: | THE FALL OF THE MIKAELSONS | 
PART 84: | WELCOME TO THE LAND OF THE DEAD | 
PROLOGUE 
PART 85: | BOW DOWN, HERE I COME | 
PART 86: | INDESTRUCTIBLE | 
PART 87: | IN HERE I’M THE QUEEN | 
PART 88: | DARK SIDE OF LOVE | 
PART 89: | BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WITCH FOR | 
PART 90: | THINGS WE DO TO SURVIVE | 
PART 91: | ONE THING LEAD TO ANOTHER | 
PART 92: | NOW OR NEVER | 
PART 93: | AN UNEXPECTED EVENT | 
PART 94: | THIS IS THE PART WHEN YOU RUN, EXCEPT IF YOU’RE A MIKAELSON | 
PART 95: | FACING DARKNESS IS KINDA MY THING | (coming soon)
I’ll update this when I post the new part. Everyone that wants to be on a tag list can send me a message. And be sure to leave the review if you like my story. :)
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PLEASE do something super fluffy with kol mikealson
i love ur work sm!!
babe you're making my day. hope this is something akin to what you wanted.
"you're red." "shut up." "like actually vermillion." (kol mikaelson x f!reader)
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warnings: kissing?? also hatred towards bed and breakfasts
a/n: i forgot how much i love writing for kol. sorry for the large writing break...hope this makes up for it?
↳ masterlist  ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist
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You hate Kol Mikaelson. 
He’s cocky, impulsive, and constantly getting you into danger that you would never find for yourself. He also relentlessly flirts with you until you’re warm and deeply frustrated.  He’s complicated enough that you wish he wasn’t a part of your life so it could resume a sense of normalcy. 
Getting caught up in Mikaelson drama was never your plan. You just happened to make the mistake of working as a bartender at Russo’s—where they frequented. Klaus took a liking to you, and the rest is history. Being a human that’s friends with vampires is like poking a bear; not recommended nor convenient. 
This recent conflict was forgettable but proved to be a disruption to your life. One of them annoyed someone, and that someone wanted revenge, and now apparently you were in danger, and so on and so forth. You have repeatedly debated sending an invoice to the Mikaelson compound for restitution. You don’t think Klaus would find it very funny. 
You almost forgot about your life being in danger until you were forced to go on the run with the youngest brother, Kol. Kol, who insisted on driving you nuts. You kept trying to tune him out in the car, listening to the radio or focusing on the trees speeding past your window. Still, he was relentless and wouldn’t leave you alone for a minute. Plus, he was a horribly reckless driver, and you were gripping the door so tightly that you might hurt a muscle any minute. 
“I’ve lived for a very long time, but I’ve never visited Fes,” Kol said, one hand on the wheel as the other tapped on the door. You barely spared him a glance. “Would you visit Fes?”
“Not even sure what Fes is,” you answered through gritted teeth, suppressing a yelp as Kol took a turn obnoxiously fast. 
“City in Morocco considered its cultural capital.”
“You sound like a Google search,” you scoffed, sparing him half a glance. Long enough of a glance for Kol to give you a toothy grin, his canines glinting in the sunlight. 
“I like knowing things,” he states, squinting at you. “I don’t know much about you. Tell me something.”
“No.”
“Please?” he begged, every bit a kid enjoying picking on the new kid on the playground. You fixed him with a dead stare. 
“I hate your driving.” That caused him to laugh, which made him throw his head back and speed up even more. You clutched the handle and clenched your teeth till you felt your whole body would seize up. Kol eventually took pity on you and slowed down. It was enough for you to relax…slightly. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere. Anywhere. Haven’t figured it out yet.”
“Brilliant. I’m going to die out here,” you sighed, sinking deeper into the leather seat. 
“Nonsense. Nik would dagger me if I let that happen, and I’m very tired of being daggered.”
“Not because you care about me or want me to live?” you jested, quirking a brow at him. 
“Now, why would I care about you at all?”
You pretended it didn’t sting, even though it felt impossible for you to care about Kol. Still, hearing him say it felt a bit like a slap in the face. You just turned more out the window, ignoring him. You didn’t notice the sharp look he sent you, as if he regretted what he said. 
Instead, you notice a sign advertising a Black Bear Diner. You perk up immediately, tapping the window and looking back at Kol. 
“There. Stop there.”
“That piece of garbage?”
“Yes! Stop the car!” you shouted, regretting your words when Kol slammed on the brakes. “Stop the car slowly, you asswipe.”
“You should’ve clarified that,” he smirked. You jumped out of the car, ran towards the restaurant, and experienced euphoria when the smell of waffles and fresh coffee hit your senses. Kol walked up slowly, hands in his pockets. The sun was obnoxious out here, but there were enough trees in the area to not make it feel like a desert. You could even see the mountain in the background in all its snowcapped glory. 
The inside of the diner was a welcome breeze on your damp skin. It wasn’t very crowded, and you got seated immediately as you happily flipped through your plastic menu. Kol looked slightly uncomfortable sitting in the diner, but you ignored him. You were getting pretty good at ignoring him. 
“I used to go here all the time with my family,” you said, flipping to the drinks page of your menu. “Not this exact location…but this chain. I went to it when I first moved to my hometown.”
“It’s barely gourmet.”
“Fuck gourmet, I want comfort. I want to feel like home,” you laughed, closing your menu. “Don’t you want that?”
“Home?” Kol inquired. “Not sure what that is anymore.”
Your lips turned down in a frown, but you offered nothing else. He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk, and you wouldn’t force him. The waiter came over to take your orders, and you happily ordered a black coffee, orange juice, and a waffle platter. After they left, you started packing your bag with the tiny jams and creamers they had out on the table. Kol just looked at you in disdain. 
“You are pathetic.”
“Rent is expensive, groceries are expensive, give me a break,” you snorted, taking a few sugar packets for good measure before you stopped looting. Kol laughed, running a hand through his hair and leaning back in his seat. His leg bounced from anxiety, and his fingers tapped the table in a paradiddle pattern, just left, right, left, left, right, left, right, right over and over again. He looked shockingly young, like the boy before he turned, and not the man he paraded as. For a split second, you could see yourself having a crush on him in high school if he was one of your peers. You erased that thought as soon as it came. “Can I ask a question?” you leaned forward on the table, arms folded in front of you. “Why are you guys always protecting me? I’m definitely a liability.”
“I think my brother just wants to sleep with you,” Kol sighed. You snorted, biting your bottom lip to subvert your laughter. Honestly…you have managed to weasel your way into our family—like a parasite.”
“Aw, your words are so kind,” you rolled your eyes, kicking Kol under the table. He just kicked you right back, wearing a smirk. “And I would never sleep with your brother.”
“Why’s that?” Kol questioned, crossing his arms. 
“His face is weird,” you answered. Kol put his head in his hands in laughter, and you joined him a second later. You weren’t sure if that was the reason, but it was the first thing that came to mind, and you didn’t think to change it. Plus, it made Kol laugh, which kind of made you happy. The arrival of your waffles made you even happier. 
“Bloody hell, you’re going to eat all of that?” Kol looked shocked, eyes flicking between you and your waffles. He had ordered a much smaller plate than yours. Yours likely could’ve been a party platter. 
“Yes, and I will do it with pride.”
You did eat all of it, and enjoyed Kol’s expression the whole time. He looked so disturbed it made up for it. You also drank all your coffee, orange juice, and free water refills. Your plan was to eat enough to enter hibernation. You even think Kol was a little impressed at some point. Kol asked the waiter for the nearest hotel, and they pointed you to a place three miles down the road that would likely have openings. By the time you left the diner, it was starting to get cold as the sun was setting. You could hear crickets; you probably would’ve gotten fireflies if you were more south. Kol drove surprisingly slow towards the hotel, which you attributed to his worry that going fast would cause you to throw up your entire waffle extravaganza. He slowed down even more when you came up to the “hotel”—which was actually just a bed and breakfast. An extremely cutesy bed and breakfast. 
The inside of the building was somehow worse than the outside. 
The outside had small-town charm. The inside was where doilies went to die. 
Both you and Kol exchanged glances as he went up to ring the bell. You counted seven cat portraits before a portly woman came out with a cheeky smile. She wore a linen frock and a floral dress right out of the 1960s. 
“Well, good evening,” she smiled. “What can I do for you?” She had a thick Minnesotan accent, and her smile made her eyes. Overall, she radiated friendliness. 
“We’d like a room?” you inquired, leaning against the counter. 
“Oh, you betcha! Lucky for you, I got the best suite in the house available. It’s perfect for you two lovebirds,” she chirped. Your eyes widened. 
“Oh, uh, we’re not together…,” you coughed. You turned to look at Kol, who just shrugged his shoulders. Completely useless. “Do you have a double?”
“Unfortunately, all our doubles are booked for our birding convention. I might have a futon available to bring to your room?”
“Perfect,” Kol smiled, finally interjecting. “We’ll take that.”
“Splendid! Here are your keys, and I’ll have you sign in there.”
You brought your one bag with you up the stairs and to the right to a room at the end of the hall. The wallpaper was mocking you at every turn, a plethora of orchids and pinks staring at you, along with the eyes of fifty million felines. You were certain Dolores Umbridge was hiding somewhere amongst the foliage. The room was less pink but still reminiscent of something in a senior home. The bed was the nicest part: a large four-poster with mahogany bedposts. The wallpaper was sage color with pictures of ferns. The ensuite bathroom had a clawfoot tub and gold décor. A painting of a young boy eating ice cream was on the wall. You immediately took it off the wall and turned it around so you didn’t have to look at it all night. 
“It’s a little…”
“Cozy?” Kol interjected, closing the door behind you two. 
“I was going to say tight.”
“It is the lovebird suite, darling,” Kol whispered in your ear, a smirk in his voice. A shiver ran down your spine. 
“I’ll take the futon.”
“I doubt you could fit a futon in here,” Kol scoffed. He was right. There was really only room for the bed and bedside tables. Whoever designed this room intended to spend a lot of time in bed. Your cheeks heated at the thought. You tapped your foot in thought before eventually sighing in defeat.
“Just…don’t get too handsy,” you shrugged, glaring at the vampire’s ever-present smirk. 
“Handsy? You must think me a rascal,” Kol cooed, stepping closer into your space. The room was tight, which meant you were backed against the wall. You felt like a rabbit being targeted by a fox, his mischievous grin and wandering eyes taking all of you in. Your eyes were drawn to how he licked his lips, and suddenly, your blood pressure spiked. Heat crawled up your neck, and you knew that Kol noticed. He always managed to notice. 
“Knock it off, Mikaelson,” you hissed, tilting your head up defiantly. 
“You’re actually red,” Kol chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. 
“…Shut up,” you slapped his hand away, maneuvering your way from his grasp. 
“Like actually vermillion,” he laughed, and you gave him an unsavory gesture as you escaped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Back against the door, you breathed out, groaning into your hands. You pushed off the door, getting ready for bed in an effort to put this night behind you. You cleaned up, brushed your teeth, and put on pajamas. In hot weather, you usually just wear a T-shirt and shorts to bed. Your t-shirt said, ‘I got lobotomized at Freddy Fazbear’s,’ something idiotic that you couldn’t even fully be ashamed of. When you exited, Kol was lying on top of the covers on his phone, having changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked up when you exited, snorting as he read the shirt. “You have an odd sense of humor.”
“It’s too evolved for you to understand,” you rolled your eyes, getting in on the other side of the bed and leaving space between the two of you. Kol smelled sweet, like vanilla, and it was slowly suffocating you. You both sat in silence for a second before Kol disrupted it. 
“Y/N,”
“No.”
“Darling,” he purred, inching closer to you. 
“What, Kol,” you turned to look at him, eyes narrowed. 
“You like me,” he said. It was not a question, just something he exclaimed. You scoffed. 
“I do not.”
“You do. It’s why you blush vermillion when I call you things like darling,” he smiled, propping himself up on his elbow as he lay on his side to stare at you. 
“You’re incorrigible.”
“So, if I kissed you…you wouldn’t care,” Kol inquired, voice soft as he sat up slightly. You felt your heart skip a beat, and Kol’s mouth turned up slightly when he heard it. You knew you just proved his point, but you refused to concede. 
“I wouldn’t care,” you whispered, holding his gaze. 
“So, when I do this,” Kol leaned up, kissing your cheek, his lips burning your skin. He kissed right under your jaw, finally on your pulse point. “…it doesn’t matter?” 
You bit your tongue to stop yourself. “It doesn’t matter,” you choke out, but all you’re doing is spurring Kol on. You’re a hare caught in his trap, and you can’t even find it in yourself to hate it. Kol sucks on your pulse point, nipping lightly and moving down your neck, one hand coming up to tilt your head more to the side for easier access. His touch was shockingly gentle as if he was giving you an out. Your will was thinning by the minute, though, and eventually, you grabbed his hand, causing him to stop. 
“Darling—” he starts, but you cut him off by kissing his lips, soft but passionate. For once, you’ve taken him off guard, and a sense of pride spurs through you as you part, kissing the corner of his mouth and looking at him through thick lashes. 
“Does it matter?” you ask, voice breathy. “For you…” You’re not sure exactly what you’re asking, but you know there’s a line you’ve crossed that you can’t return from. Kol’s thumb brushes your cheek, so gentle from the reckless, hotheaded vampire you are acquainted with. A grin crosses his face. 
“It means everything,” he smiles, kissing you again, fingers tangling in your hair. Your hands find his arms, sighing as he deepens the kiss. You’re on fire, every single part of you, and you’re sure that Kol can feel your racing heart and hot skin. You like kissing him, though, and you realize you like him a lot. 
“Kol?” you breathe. “Don’t sleep on the futon.”
“For you? I would never,” he grins, kissing you again. You make sure to put a Do Not Disturb sign on the door for later. 
Afterwards.
It’s the middle of the night when he wakes you up.
“I guess Nik won’t be able to sleep with you now.”
“Kol.”
“Because I’ll be the only one sleeping with you.”
“Go to sleep.”
There’s a shuffling of blankets as his arm wraps tighter around you, his breath hot on your neck. 
“You’re going to be stuck with me forever,” he whispers. 
You smile. “I’m okay with that.”
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syshist · 6 months ago
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купила шубу
стою в ней в очереди в месте в котором интеллигенция поглощает пиццу
и мужчина окликает меня словом 'женщина'
бро я ещё не так стара для этого слова
мне только 24 исполнилось ты че бро не надо
расстроилась ближайшее время никакой шубы
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syshist · 7 months ago
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Masterlist
•Острые Козырьки (Peaky Blinders)
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