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kmikaelsonimagines · 3 years

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Epiphany: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from @nervousfandom: May i please get epiphany from folklore for Kol

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

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Epiphany

Keep your helmet, keep your life, son Just a flesh wound, here's your rifle Crawling up the beaches now

Christmas Eve, 1914.

It was supposed to be perfect. A night of celebration. Only a few hours earlier, Kol had asked you to marry him, and you had accepted, before kissing him passionately and lovingly, practicing for the big day when he would kiss you for the first time as your husband.

No-one knew yet, no-one had noticed the new ring on your finger, sitting among other items of jewellery that Kol had treated you to over the years. Tonight, it would just be you and Kol in the know, an intimate little secret for you to share.

It felt like the start of something amazing. Kol had saved you, bandaged you back up when you were wounded, reached out a hand when you were crawling along the floor in need of help.

He had been your saviour, your fellow soldier in the battle that was life, your weapon against the darkness that threatened to harm you. He had promised to be by your side forever, and now you had the ring to confirm it.

But, of course, there was still the issue of the diamond and the dagger that would incapacitate the hybrid Mikaelson, his sister having caught you two rifling around in Klaus’s things.

You pushed away any worries, focusing only on tonight.

"Sir, I think he's bleeding out" And some things you just can't speak about

You didn’t trust Rebekah, didn’t have the faith in her that Kol did. Which may have been why you weren’t overly surprised when Klaus started speaking, when Kol looked at you with fear in his eyes.

This was supposed to the perfect night and it was falling into disrepair.

You’d made a deal, one that you would never break. If Klaus decided to dagger his younger brother, you wouldn’t fight, wouldn’t complain, wouldn’t try to save him. Kol had made you promise not to try to save him, knowing that it would only end up with you getting hurt.

In sacrificing himself, Kol would be saving you again, staunching the bleeding that came every time you were parted from him.

Kol looked at you, and you knew, knew it was time for you to make good on your promise, knew that the ring on your finger was a symbol of that. There was so much you wanted to say, but words escaped you. So instead, you briefly squeezed his hand, hoping he would hear the words left unspoken.

I’ll wait for you. I love you.

He smiled, sadness coating his features. I love you too.

And then he turned and tried to run.

With you I serve, with you I fall down, down Watch you breathe in, watch you breathing out, out

You stood, frozen, your promise not to interfere etched into your skin as you watched Kol get cornered by his two brothers. Every part of you was screaming to climb the stairs, to run to his aid, but you had made a promise and the ring on your finger was a reminder of that.

You would always keep your promises to him, no matter how much it hurt.

You had always been by his side, his partner in crime, and surely you deserved punishment too. But Klaus wouldn’t hurt you, at least not physically. He would make you wait, knowing that being without Kol for an unknowable amount of time would be enough for you to remember your place in the hierarchy of the Mikaelson family.

You felt yourself falling as you watched Elijah grab Kol, as his chest was bared, ready for Klaus to plunge a dagger into it. You watched as Kol threw you one final glance, one final goodbye for only the hybrid knew how long.

You smiled at him, a reminder that he would carry with him in his sleep. A reminder that when he woke up, you would be there, waiting for him.

Ready to marry him.

You let go of the breath you had been holding as Kol was forced into that unbearable sleep.

Only twenty minutes to sleep But you dream of some epiphany

You stared at Kol in the coffin. He looked so peaceful, sleeping like that. You envied him almost, knowing that without him, you wouldn’t sleep properly for the next century. Rebekah had tried to make peace with you, but you had only glared at her, voiceless in this whole charade.

Elijah had noticed the ring on your finger and nodded at it, a question in the gesture. You looked down at it, then at him, nodding back. Elijah smiled a sad smile, and for a moment, you had thought that maybe he would go to Klaus, convince the hybrid to wake Kol up.

But that was only a dream.

Year after year passed. You moved out of the Mikaelson mansion, only visiting from time to time. But always waiting, waiting for the moment when Kol would greet you at last.

There were times when you wondered why you had stayed, but then all you had to do was look at the ring on your finger and you were reminded of the promises you had made.

Year after year after year.

And then came the moment you had been waiting for.

Just one single glimpse of relief To make some sense of what you've seen

Almost a century had passed since that fateful night. You were living on your own now, far away from Klaus Mikaelson, far away from Kol’s lifeless form.

Always waiting.

So much had changed in that time, technology having evolved beyond your wildest dreams. You were out when your phone rang, a number you didn’t recognise. You answered it with a curious hello.

The reply, your name, came in a familiar voice, one that had you breathing a sigh of relief. Kol’s voice at the other end of the line had put an end to your waiting, and years of self-loathing, of loneliness, were finally starting to make sense.

It had all been for this moment, this reunion, the question he asked after you uttered his name, voice breaking as you held in the tears. Fancy marrying me now?

I thought you’d never ask.

I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.

I love you too, Kol Mikaelson.

All those years of waiting, all those promises that broke your heart, all of the hurt seemed worth it. You looked at the ring on your finger, an antique now, and you knew that whatever happened, you and Kol would get through it.

You always did.

Because you loved each other.

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hellotvshowtrash · 3 years

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Life of Crime

Crime Boss!Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

TW: Mikaelson Crime Family AU, drug trafficking, the beginnings of human trafficking, murder, deceit, major character death, Elijah’s downward spiral.

Word count: 1.7k

This is my entry for the March 2021 prompt challenge!!! Reblog/like if you enjoyed!

Prompt: “This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course I’m in.”

Huge thank you to @dumble-daddy for being my beta for this. I really appreciate you ❤️

Thank you to @mikaelson-emma for letting me use your beautiful moodboard!!! It fits this fic perfectly imo ❤️

She sat nervously across from Elijah as he sipped his bourbon, his dark eyes boring through her as she agonized over the silence.

“That’s your plan?” He finally asked.

“Simple as that,” Y/N replied, shrugging. Her leg bounced as he processed the plan she’d given him, his eyes traveling to the window at the side of the room. She eyed the newspaper on his desk, headlined “Four More Girls Missing From The New Orleans Area”. Her stomach dropped.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘simple’ by any means. Dangerous, maybe.” His face was stoic as he thought it over. She moved her gaze to him and let it wander down his form, past the scar on his chin and down to the bruised knuckles that grasped his glass, the ring he wore on his middle finger shone as it caught the light. She recognized the Mikaelson Family crest engraved onto the silver as he set the glass down, distracting her from her thoughts about just what those hands could do and what they have done. “The Crescent Gang is small, but has proved to be a nuisance.”

Her eyes moved back up to him, skimming over his lips, back up to the dark umber of his eyes. He was watching her again, and she inhaled sharply as she realized he’d watched her scan him. The ghost of a smile passed over his lips before he sighed and pushed himself out of his chair, standing before her. She rose quickly out of respect for her employer.

“You’re my most trusted employee.” He began to walk around the desk and she turned her body to continue facing him. She stood with her hands at her sides, her face professionally blank as she nodded. He moved in front of her, the side of his leg pressing against the front of the desk. “And I trust you,” he traced his fingers up her arm, sending electrifying chills through her.

She swallowed roughly at the proximity—he was just in front of her now, and she could feel his breath on her face. He reached his hand up and cupped her cheek in his palm, gently pulling her in to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered shut and the rigidity in her spine fled as she melted into him, her arm stretched so she could intertwine her fingers in the hair on the nape of his neck. The other gripped onto his suit sleeve tightly.

He chuckled and pulled away. “This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course I’m in. But more importantly, we’ll be rid of the Crescent Gang after this.” He took a step backward, pulling himself away from his lover.

She gulped and nodded, suddenly hesitant about the whole ordeal. “I’ll get prepared,” she said, turning to exit his office. He watched her walk away, taking a swig of his bourbon as she exited.

Once she was far enough down the hall from him, she checked over her shoulder and pulled out her phone. She dialed a number and held the ringer to her ear. She waited to hear the female voice answer with a “Did he agree?”.

“The plan is a go,” she muttered into the phone as tears stung in her eyes. She hung up and made her way to the rendezvous point.

—

Elijah waltzed into the docking area, his fingers toying with the ring occupying his middle finger. He whistled lightly as his footsteps echoed through the chambers. He thought of the plan Y/N had told him, exhausted every option that could go wrong and he could think of no holes in her precariously prepared idea. He had all the confidence in the world in her. He shook his head as his thoughts drifted to her, her eyes, her hair, her body - no, he had more important things to think about right now. He turned past the next shipping container and found two figures standing, waiting for his arrival.

“Finally you show up,” the woman quipped. She stood tall and proud, fists at her side. She had prominent cheekbones, dark hair and her fierce eyes were rimmed with dark eyeliner. She wore a leather jacket and dark jeans, with boots rising to her mid-calf. Quite the looker, Elijah thought. Beside her stood a taller man, with tousled dark hair and a matching beard, wearing a green flannel shirt, jeans and steel-toed boots.

“Hayley and Jackson, I presume?” Elijah asked, nonchalantly. He let his hands fall to his sides, tucking them into his pockets. His pristine suit and hair threw them off, he presented himself so well, they never would have guessed the mess that lay inside.

“Obviously,” the woman rolled her eyes and the man looked at her and put his hand out.

“Calm down, Hayley. Elijah, we just want to talk.” Jackson said, taking a step toward Elijah.

Elijah smiled stiffly. “Fine. Let’s talk,” he said, “You’ve been interfering with my business,” he pursed his lips.

“We just want in. You’re taking over the entire trade.” Jackson said.

“Drug smuggling is not a joint operation,” Elijah snapped. “If you want ‘in’ as you say, you come in under my employ, not by trying to compete,” he chuckled dryly.

“We don’t want to be employed by you, we’ve seen how quickly you’re willing to turn on your employees, your own family,” Hayley interjected, “You didn’t want to compete for head of household, so you got rid of your older brother Finn.”

Elijah glared at her, “He had no idea what he was getting into, the business was rightfully mine anyway,” he snarled. Elijah was losing his carefully crafted composure, quickly. How could they have known about Finn? “It’s not like my father was doing us any favours, either, leaving the company to him.” He was running his mouth and this would not end well for him.

Hayley looked at him in horror, “Did you kill your own father, as well?” she asked.

Elijah was beginning to crumble as his mind circled back to Y/N’s plan. She must be waiting for just the right time. He tried to bring his composure back, running a hand through his finely gelled hair, causing strands to fall loose. He plastered a pleasant smile on his face. “Why would you think that? My father died of natural causes. Not that I need to prove anything to you,” he said calmly. Hayley’s face remained horrified, while Jackson shook his head slightly.

“You’re an even bigger monster than I took you for,” Jackson said. The words echoed through the docking area, bouncing off of the walls of giant storage containers. Y/N listened from behind a container, hidden from sight. A tear fell down her cheek. The man she loved was surely using her to expand his own empire—nothing and no one would get in his way. She peered around the container, seeing Elijah’s back to her. Hayley and Jackson were starting to falter, they hadn’t expected such a revelation.

Elijah’s eyes and grin widened, quite frankly scaring Hayley. “You don’t even know half of it,” Elijah said quietly. He seethed at the two before him. They didn’t know him, they didn’t know the extent of what he would do, what he had done for his family, for his business. “The Mikaelson business is only just beginning.”

Jackson took another step toward Elijah, holding his hand up to try to calm him down. Elijah chuckled at the attempt. “Don’t try me, Mr. Kenner.” Jackson stopped in his tracks at the use of his surname. His eyes darkened as he looked at Elijah. “Don’t think I don’t know all about your daughter, Hope, is it?” Elijah snickered at their scared faces, his threat lingering underneath his words. Y/N shook her head, she couldn’t bear to let this continue any longer.

She stepped out from behind the shipping container, raising her pistol to Elijah’s back and firing a shot into his left shoulder, causing him to grunt and pivot, turning to face her. Shock covered his face as he saw her, his eyebrows furrowing. Before he had time to ask any questions, she fired another shot into his abdomen.

A sob broke free from her lips as the red stain blossomed on his white undershirt, his hands cradling the wound as he fell backward. He gasped for air as pain engulfed him and he wondered if this is how Finn felt. Hurt. Betrayed. Confused. Y/N lowered her weapon and rushed toward him, tears staining her cheeks as she watched him pale.

“Why?” he croaked, his voice already fading. She lowered herself to her knees next to him as she sobbed.

“Those girls. They’re missing because of you. Trafficked and for what? More money? As if you need it,” she growled through her tears. The man before her was different, horrible and inhuman, changed from the man she knew. He smiled humourlessly and she gulped, wiping her face as she looked down at him. “You were right. My plan was to get you killed.”

His body shook as he exhaled his last breath, his eyes glossing over. She clenched her jaw and stood from him turning to look at Hayley and Jackson. They nodded at her. She turned and walked away from the body of her lover.

—

The Mikaelson Family business came crashing down as all of the siblings died mysterious deaths. Elijah was murdered in a warehouse by the riverbanks of the Mississippi. Klaus was unlucky and ‘choked’ on his dinner while out entertaining business partners. Kol was involved in a mugging gone wrong and Rebekah mysteriously died in her sleep. Freya’s body was found hanging in the attic of the Mikaelson Estate.

Law enforcement wasn’t asking questions about these deaths, though. Police Chief Gerard saw this as a great favour to the city of New Orleans as the missing girls began to come home to their families. Jackson and Hayley hugged Hope a bit tighter that night. Y/N drank herself into a stupor at Rousseau’s, which she assumed would also be closing up shop for good as it was a known point of contact for the Mikaelson drug trade. The ‘gang’ known as the Crescent Wolves were revealed to be a movement for trafficking survivors, helping free those in need across the country, holding fundraisers and rides for awareness.

Y/N attended the funerals for all the Mikaelson siblings, not in mourning but in closure. The family that unleashed hell on her city got what they deserved.

Taglist: @elijahs-wife @dumble-daddy @alwaysfangirlingish @akshi8278 @nikmikaelsonswife @njeancastro316 @mikaelson-emma

Elijah, Kol and Klaus only: @malfoys-demigod

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#march2021promptchallenge #the originals #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #Elijah Mikaelson AU #the originals AU #crime family AU #crime boss AU #I’m so hyped for this tbh #queued bc i wanna post it ASAP lol

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solcomfortssouls · 4 years

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The Originals - best things

The central focus: Elijah’s quest to redeem his brother from the aticrocities of vamparism, paranoia and anger issues, to have a chance to be redeemed himself

Elijah and Klaus being rivals, brothers, partners in crime, opponents, confidants

Elijah taking things for himself as well, having a life outside of Klaus

Klaus becoming grateful to Elijah

Klaus becoming more selfless in his expression of love - letting his loved ones go when needed

The incredibly natural and touching relationship between Elijah and Hayley

Klaus overcoming millennia old traumas and destructive tendencies for Hope

The supernatural communities and their own charms and cultures

Hayley stepping up into the role of a badass queen while being totally herself

Davina, the young ass-kicking witch that always fought for her friends first

Kol and Davina who fell in love while knowingly on opposite sides

Cami's brutal but ultimately touching relationship with Klaus

Hayley and Klaus sharing a unique close connection as wolves, hybrids and parents

Kol just wanting his family to love him and throwing tantrums

Kol finding peace in his love for Davina

Elijah being the big brother Klaus goes to when overwhelmed

Klaus protecting Elijah

Elijah always forgiving Klaus and Klaus never being able to resist his brother's unconditional love

Klaus and Marcel. Rivals sure, but Klaus coming to comfort and save him and being proud of him

Marcel and Davina. Totally found family kind of father-daughter dynamic. Marcel being a protective dad

Davina and Josh. This pure ucomplicted healthy friendships with no betrayals

Hayley and Rebekah. This cute bitchy teasing supportive friendship.

Hayley and Jackson. Not her soulmate, but a principled kind guy. Jackson was the good man among the monsters honestly

Jackson and Aidan being supportive bros honeslty so underrated

Camille literally befriending all sides - Marcel and Davina, Klaus, Hayley, Elijah, Vincent. Friend to all spieces of New Orleans

Freya finding her place in the family from the paranoid Klaus, cold Elijah to sweet Rebekah and suspicious Kol, to Hope and even Hayley. While managing to be at peace with Finn and Mikael too.

Klaus and Hope father-daughter relationship. Him being so protective and loving her.

Little Hope in Klaus's arms.

Little Hope in Elijah's arms.

7 years old Hope with Klaus.

Little Hope with anyone honselty.

Hope and Marcel sibling like relationship. Too pure.

#the originals #elijah #klaus #hope #hope mikaelson #mikaelsonfamily #tv show #best of the originals #my post

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mysticfallsmuses · 5 years

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klaus mikaelson: wish world three group verse intro

basics

name: niklaus mikaelson

age: over one thousand

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

species: original hybrid

personality traits

positive traits

charming, intelligent, protective, opportunistic, loyal, perceptive, cultured, confident

negative traits

sadistic, manipulative, competitive, narcissistic, paranoid, reckless, power hungry, ruthless

family

father:

biological: ansel

adoptive: mikael

mother: esther

brothers:

finn, elijah, kol, and henrik mikaelson ( half brothers through esther )

unnamed anselsons ( half brothers through ansel )

sisters:

freya, and rebekah mikaelson ( half sisters through esther )

unnamed anselsons/anseldottirs ( half sisters through ansel )

significant other: caroline forbes-mikaelson

children: hope marshall ( unknown )

last week on the vampire diaries...

following the events of season four, klaus continued on his hybrid collecting

as he spiraled, and began to run low on doppelganger blood, he headed to new orleans, leaving a trail of bloodshed throughout the quarter as he tried to take his city back

once he had the city in his hands, and the army of hybrids he dreamed of, he thought he would feel complete, less alone, but instead, he only felt the hole in his heart growing bigger and he continued his destructive tendencies

that was until he caught wind that one caroline forbes had turn her humanity off, and then he found a new purpose: stopping the blonde from destroying herself

it took five years, and many close calls, but eventually he found her, and compelled her humanity back on, and he took her back to new orleans where they lived peacefully for twelve years

when dissidence occurred amongst the human portion of the faction, they demanded that the supernaturals leave the city once and for all, or risk being hunted down and exposed

klaus, ever the dramatic, and even less willing to be threatened in his city, made a public spectacle and outed the vampires, werewolves, and witches.

so for the past two years, klaroline have been partners in crime on the run

they’ve come to mystic falls upon hearing of a surviving group of supernatural beings to lend a hand

#blood tw #death tw #gv.wishworldthree #( group verse: ww3 )#( klaus mikaelson )#( bio: klaus mikaelson )

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austennerdita2533 · 6 years

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A/N: This drabble was wholly unplanned and accidental, but since Kylie @thecuteoneishere completely WRECKED me emotionally with her Klaroline Marriage Endgame post this morning I was inspired and couldn’t help myself. I blame her entirely for this haha.

(FF.net)

Alas, for Day 2 of 25daysofklaroline, I bring you a ‘Klaroline goin’ to the chapel and gonna get married’ mini-drabble. Klaroline Wedding AU/AH/A-whatever.

Enjoy!

xx Ashlee Bree

Hark! The Marriage Bells Ring

What an elegant and enviable affair Klaus and Caroline’s wedding would be…

Imagine the stunning tiara meant only for the woman who was fit to be Klaus’ queen, and the sweet ivory rose that’d be placed on the cushion of each seat to thank every honored guest for attending. Picture a cathedral draped in silks and bows and glittering golds. Think of a sunset’s orange and violet glow as a lacy train unfolded behind Caroline like a petal, her blonde waves flecked in beads of hope and coming starlight, her tulle skirt swinging like a church bell with every step closer she took toward the fidgety, tuxedoed groom waiting for her in earnest before the dais.

Mesmerized, Klaus would forget to blink while she sauntered nearer like an angel without wings. He’d curse silently. Hardly surprised she’d managed to steal the breath from his lungs today without bloody trying. Taking his hand, finally arrived, Caroline would feel steady for the first time that day—and precious. Like a pearl that’d found itself a chain from which it could always shine.

The promise of forever would brim in their glistening eyes and land on their lips in rehearsed ‘I promise to honor you, to cherish you’ vows; their mouths anchored, trembling, as they met at the altar in married kiss. Caroline would smile afterwards, glowing with sunshine laughter. She’d reflect on their humbling and hostile beginnings with a shake of her head as they turned to face their guests, grateful to herself for never giving up on him because she always believed there was just as much fluff in him as there were rough edges. And wasn’t it spectacular how she loved him more now than she loved being right?

“Most of the time, anyway…” she’d add with a wink in her mind. (You know, to keep him on his toes.)

A lump would form in Klaus’ throat as he beheld his beloved bride for the first time—half from disbelief and wonder, half from adoring pride too full for him to form coherent words. “Did it happen?” he’d marvel, giving himself a pinch. “Could it be real?”

Could such a lovely creature truly be his? Was this how it was to supposed to feel—heart skipping and galloping—bursting with color—when happiness knotted all the way through a person’s insides? Was this what it meant to be loved in return…or just by Caroline?

Without warning, ‘aww’-ing applause would awaken them both from their dream-like stupor, reminding them they weren’t the only two people in the room. In fact, they’d be far from alone. Bonnie and Elena would cry while Katherine would mutter ‘it took you two long enough’ under her breath. The Mikaelson siblings would cheer in the moments before they swarmed to greet the newly pronounced lovebirds in the aisle below.

Elijah, the best man, would offer Klaus a genteel and brotherly handshake, then would deposit a congratulatory kiss onto Caroline’s knuckles with a dignified bow of his head. “It’s an honor to welcome you to the family,” he’d say. Rebekah, after swiping at tears she swore to them would never fall, would shrug, her face beaming with beautiful bridesmaid defeat because “loving [them] dearly had proven to be too bloody easy, after all.” As for Kol, he’d goad Klaus for choosing such an exquisite partner in crime because ‘it looked absolutely fucking hopeless for a while.’ To Caroline, he’d cup his hand, waggle his eyebrows, and add in a whisper, ‘if you’re ever in need of a hot affair or two, darling, just remember…I’m you’re guy” to which he’d a receive a pointy but playful elbow to the ribs.

A practiced orchestra would fill the chandelier’d venue with the romantic hum of cello, viola, and violin strings, the musician’s fingers gliding through the movements of a Venetian waltz. Champagne flouts would raise in toast to Klaus and Caroline throughout the evening (especially now that everyone knew it was unquestionably their “thing.”) Speeches would be given, and kisses would be stolen without shame or fear or surprise. An antique, three-karat pink diamond would be wrapped around the third finger of Caroline’s left hand, sparkling with soft warmth amid the candlelight, resting against her knuckle like a loving throne because Klaus had gifted her the kingdom of his heart, and it was now all hers to own.

One smile, one touch of the hand was all it’d take for them to take on the world with the one who would never leave. Together, as husband and wife, they’d be plucky and full and happily bickering. Better than all of that, however, they’d be completely heedless of time. Built to last.

“May your love for me be like the scent of the evening sea

drifting in

through a quiet window

so i do not have to run or chase or fall ... to feel you

all i have to do is breathe.”

The poem at the end is by Sanober Khan, an awesome poet. Thanks for reading! xx

#klaroline #25daysofklaroline #klaroline drabbles #klaroline fanfiction #half agony half hope #ashlee bree's writing endeavors #a klaroline wedding #isn't something I thought I'd ever write #but hey #gotta follow the muse

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petertingle-yipyip · 7 years

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//highly requested: Part two to the Kol breakup. //tagged list: @thegingerthatwaited //

//warnings: swearing. near smut, not all the way. HELLA long. if you want happy, don’t go after the big warning sign //

Part One

Las Vegas was always fun, carefree fun that helped when things back home got intense. I had decided to spend a few weeks there every once in a while to escape the constant epicness of Mystic Falls. As fun as fighting the bad guys was, a girl needed a break. Plus, Vegas was constantly an all you could eat buffet. There were a lot of men out there that came out looking like a full course meal. Some actually became the meal.

Often times, I brought someone with me either for damage control or a partner in crime. Sometimes Caroline or Elena, sometimes Bonnie or Enzo, and even Damon a few times. Once I brought Stefan and it was… Well it was definitely memorable but not something I would repeat in this century, considering he’s banned from many casinos and an Applebee’s…

But this time, I decided to travel alone. Everyone was thriving in their own lives, I didn’t want to interrupt. Caroline and Stefan were living happily ever after as a married couple. Damon was reunited with Elena. Bonnie and Enzo were travelling Europe. Hayley was watching over Hope. The Mikaelsons were living their lives on their own for the first time in centuries.

They were well from the letters and phone calls I often received. Rebekah was happy in New York with Marcel. Elijah was living it up in France. Long lost Freya had come into their lives and was with a beautiful werewolf girl named Keelin. Klaus was here and there, not settling down anywhere yet. And as for Kol, well last I heard he was in San Francisco with Davina and on his way to being married. Good for him.

I no longer despised Kol. I did not feel the way I used to about him, but I did miss him. He was a huge part of my life and suddenly he was gone but I knew that a part of me would always belong to him, always want to be with him. I did not forgive him for attempting to compel me simply for the fact that he broke his word. He swore to never compel me, and yet he stood before me with the audacity to try it. I wasn’t sure I would be able to forgive him let alone love him again, but I wished him well. I didn’t have it in me to wish harm on anyone except my enemies. And while Kol pissed me off and hurt me, he was not my enemy.

Luckily, my daylight necklace also served as a vervain container. I wore vervain not to protect myself from his compulsion, but from Klaus when I started wearing it. Yet Klaus never tried to compel me.

Everything reminded me of Kol. The white rose bushes reminded of the times he brought me those same flowers, just because he felt like it. The local baseball teams reminded of when Kol took me to the game on a date, how excited he was and the way he invested himself in every second. The people walking their dogs reminded me of the months I would beg Kol to buy me a dog and the day he came back with a dog instead of a carton of milk. Some of the men walking by smelled of his cologne, some wore his favorite color. The posters for the Spiderman: Homecoming film reminded me of the nights we spent watching every Marvel movie we could get.

I walked down the Strip, pushing my sunglasses up my nose and admiring the scenery as I spoke to Rebekah on the phone. Las Vegas was beautiful in its modern glory and I loved being there. It was brilliant in the day and even brighter at night. The walks in the day were my favorite. There was less people, less to be distracted by. I could walk without a care in the world.

“How is my dearest Y/N?” She asked cheerfully.

“I am fantastic.” I smiled. “Taking some time in Vegas.”

“Enjoying the dancers, I assume.” She teased.

“Well of course, Honey.” I laughed. “That’s one of the best parts of Vegas.”

“Who’s your companion this time around?”

“Flying solo, actually.”

“What about that boy you met, Parker? No wait, Pedro. No, Porter.”

“Peter.” I corrected. “But no, he would’ve been more a hindrance honestly.”

I had nearly walked past him, nearly made it by without speaking to him as I hoped it would’ve gone. He nearly didn’t recognize me, but once it clicked behind his eyes, he spoke on it. I had only registered him as an extremely handsome face and a lean body that I wouldn’t mind bring under or on top of. Never had I thought I’d see him here, on the streets of my favorite vacation spot. Just my luck.

“My apologies.” I said politely after I accidentally bumped into the handsome man. “Sorry, Bekah. Ran into someone, anyways-”

“Y/N?” He asked, causing every cell I’m my body to freeze. I slowly turned and saw him staring at me in disbelief… Oh no. “Y/N Y/L/N, is that you, Darling?”

“I’m sorry.” I choked. His voice was deep and silky, full of hope and desire and what seemed like love. It was just as attractive as I remembered it. “You must have me mistaken.”

But he didn’t. I was Y/N. I was exactly who he thought I was. He knew it as well as I did.

“Y/N?” Rebekah said on the other side of the phone still. “Y/N, what’s going on? Was that Kol? Y/N!”

“I’ll call you back.” I said slowly. “Something came up.” I lowered the phone and ended the call before he spoke again.

“You don’t remember me?” He said softly, his voice betraying the hurt he felt. “After these few years, I’m forgotten?”

“I’m really sorry.” I tried. Although I didn’t hate him anymore, I did not want to face him. His deep, entrancing eyes scanned my figure, admiring the way the light fabric clung to my hips and billowed at my chest. The curves of my waist and the glowing tan of my legs. “But I’ve never heard the name Y/N or seen you before. I really must be going. My friend is waiting for me.” I lied.

“I know I haven’t been around lately but surely this handsome face isn’t something you’d forget.” He smirked, refusing to let me leave. “I bought her that dress, sweetheart. So you’re either my long lost Y/N and you’re playing hard to get, or she has a very convincing doppelganger. If you don’t want to answer, I’ll be forced to use different means of getting my answer… Unless of course, that’s what you’re into. Y/N did like it just a little bit rough now that I think about it, nothing she couldn’t handle of course. She was really into-”

“While your ego, blatant kink shaming, and dominant attitude are surely unforgettable, pretty boy” I commented, taking a few steps to stand in front of him without thinking. The small action reminded me of the many times I was this close to him, his hands roaming my body and leaving goosebumps in their wake. It reminded me of how I would stand this close to him and purposefully tease him until neither of us could take it anymore. “I’m afraid I have no recollection of meeting you before.”

Pretty Boy didn’t do Kol any sort of justice. He was way more than pretty. He was the best looking boy I had ever seen. He was interesting and exciting, dangerous and reckless, loving and caring, sexy and dominating, but would sometimes submit. He was perfect…

No, No I couldn’t have these thoughts. I decided a long time ago that I was done with Kol. I stopped loving him years ago. I stopped caring for him the moment he left.

“You never called.” He said plainly, starting to reach for my arm but deciding against it. “I thought we ended on better terms than that. Rebekah often updated me on how you were, since you disappeared.”

I said nothing but I rolled my eyes behind my glasses. I crossed my arms and stared up into his beautiful, deep brown eyes. He was just as handsome as I remembered maybe more, with his boyish smirk and lean build. The mischievous glint in his eyes was still shining. His hair was carefully styled, a perfect length for his face.

His black long sleeve hugged his body well with rolled up sleeves that were perfectly showing off his arms. Arms that had slammed me against the wall. Arms that had held me up. Arms that held me against him. Arms that threw me against beds, tables, counters.

His hands were shoved in his pockets. Hands that tore my clothes apart and got lost in my hair. Hands that roamed my body and knew every curve, dip, and valley. Hands that were nimble and commanding.

I cleared my throat and shook my head when I realized I was falling back into old habits of loving him. While I had set myself on not loving Kol ever again, seeing him in front of me, I felt myself losing my resolve. He smirked down at me as he realized I was admiring him.

“I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?” I asked, trying to remain steadfast in my attempts to not care for him romantically. I would be his friend if he wanted, but I refused to be his lover again.

“The one and only Kol Mikaelson, but you can call me Pretty Boy if you wish. I kind of like it.” He smirked. “And you are the eternally stunning and sexy Y/N Y/L/N. Although, I liked to call her-”

“Fine.” I groaned and put my hands on my hips. I didn’t wish to hear any of his pet names for me since they were wildly inappropriate and embarassing in a public setting. “Yes, it’s me. Hello, Kol. What do you want?”

He smiled proudly as he continued.

“Did you really forget me?” He asked, feigning hurt. “I thought after everything-”

“Cut the bullshit, Kol.” I cut him off harshly. “You tried to compel me. All those years ago in New Orleans, you tried to compel me. You wanted me to not hate you so it would be easier for you to live your life. Break ups are hard, whatever, but you broke your word and that’s what hurt the most. It was nice to see you again. Please, do forget to write. Bye now.”

I shoulder checked him as I walked past him, proud that I didn’t fall victim to his charm. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t close to it. In our time apart, I had forgotten just how charming he could be.

In all the years apart, I never thought I’d come across Kol again. I thought if I pushed my feelings for him away, never acknowledging them or processing through them, they’d stop. Seeing him again and being in such close proximity, I was confused. More confused than I had ever been.

“Wait!” He called, jogging to catch up to me as I was trying to settle my thoughts and get away from him. “How do you… I thought I…“

“I’ve been wearing vervain since I turned.” I responded easily, waving my hand to brush it off. “Never trusted Klaus not to compel me. Ironically, he wasn’t the one to be concerned about.”

“I’m sorry, about everything.” He attempted before I stopped and turned to face him. He looked at me with regretful eyes and I knew he meant it. But I couldn’t let him sweet talk me.

“It’s fine.” I shrugged. “Don’t apologize for something you can’t control. We don’t control how we feel, but we do control how we act on it. You should’ve respected me a hell of a lot more than you did. I loved you more than anything and you walked away from it all…”

“I know. I know.” He said, running his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner. In that moment, I was suddenly reminded of just how attractive a stressed Kol Mikaelson was. “I fucked up. I’ve thought about how I hurt you everyday since I left.”

“Well, it obviously didn’t bug you too bad. I heard you got married. Congratulations.” I added sarcastically and turned to leave again. Every minute I stayed, I was reminded of how much I loved the son of a bitch. I was reminded of every fucking thing relating to him that I tried to forget for years. Every single ounce of love and devotion I had for him was coming back and I couldn’t fight it much longer.

“Please, Y/N.” He said softly, causing me to stay where I was.

I couldn’t remember how long it had been since Kol had spoken so softly to me. He would use that soft tone when he came home from a rough day of fighting for or against his family, when he was bummed out, when he just wanted company, or when he was truly upset about what he had done.

“Oh fuck it.” I sighed and offered him my hand. “We can talk back at my place.”

He hesitantly took my hand and followed me to the condo I bought when I first started staying out here. We walked in silence, his touch reigniting old flames within me.

It was a mistake. I knew it from the moment I stopped to talk to him. He was going to hurt me again. He was going to break my heart. How many more ways were there for him to rip my heart out, anyways?

Finally we reached my place and stepped inside. He made his way to the couch as I headed to the kitchen, tossing my sunglasses on the table by the door.

“Would you like anything?” I offered. “I’ve got AB+ and bourbon.”

“Bourbon, neat. If you don’t mind.” He replied.

I came back with two glasses and the bottle. His neat, mine on the rocks. I sat on one end of the couch and he sat on the other. There was a full cushion between us and the tension in the room was heavy. Quietly, we drank from our cups.

“So this is where you went after New Orleans?” He asked.

“It’s more of a vacation spot. I actually live in Mystic Falls now.” I replied with an awkward nod.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said, stirring his glass thoughtfully.

“Stop apologizing.” I said flatly with a shrug. “It won’t change anything and you know that… How is she, by the way? How’s she handling the extra power?”

“Davina?”

I nodded.

“She’s great.” He replied with a slight nod. “Lovely girl. She did die for a bit due to the power but she came back. She died a second time but the Hollow brought her back. You would’ve loved her, very resilient and powerful… Reminded me of you in a lot of ways.“

“ Well, I think you loved her enough for both of us.” I added sarcastically. “Too bad she didn’t stay dead though.”

“Are you mad?” He asked genuinely. “Do you hate me? You should. I did the worst thing possible to you. It’s one thing to break your heart but to try to compel the pain away, I had no right. You must hate me.”

“I’m frustrated, yes.” was all I answered with. I should’ve hated him and I wanted to. I couldn’t… I didn’t…

“Sexually?” He teased with a wink.

“Oh my god.” I groaned and put my drink down before getting to my feet. “What do you want from me, Kol?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, confused.

“Why didn’t you just let me walk by? Why did you have to come back into my life? Why now?” I questioned with my arms crossed. I was getting fed up. It’s been almost two decades and suddenly he wants to come back in my life? No call, no text, not even a letter in all this time. How dare he stand here and thinks a few ‘I’m sorry’s will fix everything

“Y/N, I know you won’t believe me, but I do still love you.” He said, setting down his glass before standing up and closing the distance between us. He gently uncrossed my arms while I rolled my eyes, I don’t know why I let him, and held my hands in his. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“You chose her.” I stated, keeping my eyes on the floor. “You abandoned me.”

“I know…” He placed my hands on his chest, pinning them with one his and used the other to tilt my head up to his.

The feeling of his shirt under my hands. The tension in his muscles beneath my touch. The desire to pull it off and run my nails lightly down his chest and his back…

“Please don’t, Kol.” I breathed, realizing that I was falling victim to my old feelings. I wanted him in every way possible, but I also wanted him to leave, to never show his face in my presence again.

“Don’t what, Darling?” He leaned closer, moving his hand to my cheek.

“I can’t.” I turned my head away from his touch and taking a step back but it wasn’t far enough to free my hands from their spot above his heart. “I spent years trying to forget how much I loved you and now here you are, trying to pretend like we’re completely okay. You’re married for fuck’s sake. And maybe I met someone else.”

“Did you?” He asked curiously.

“Yes.” I lied. “A sweet, kind boy named Peter.”

While I did know a boy named Peter and I may have had a relationship with him, he was not my boyfriend. He was nothing more than a casual hook up, but it was the best defense I had against Kol at the moment.

“Are you two exclusive?”

“Does it matter?” I scoffed. “You do have a wife, in case you forgot.”

“Not anymore.” He admitted. “We didn’t work out.” He shrugged.

“As much as I do still want you, I can’t.” I finally said, stupidly admitting everything. “I can’t because you tried to control me with no thought of how I felt about it You betrayed my trust and you broke my heart. I can’t let myself get hurt again.”

“Give me one more chance Darling.” He pleaded, putting his free hand on my hip. “I promise I will not hurt you again.”

“Kol, I-” I tried to argue.

“No, Y/N.” He stopped me. “I know I cannot change what I did but I can try to make up for it. I can try to fix what I broke. I still love you, Y/N. I never stopped loving you. Davina was fantastic but she just wasn’t you.”

“Then why did you choose her?” I finally asked. “Why did you throw away four centuries of love and support and appreciation, four centuries of a real connection for a handful of years?”

“I don’t know… She was…” He admitted and shook his head. “But through everything, she couldn’t compare to you, not to any aspect of you.”

His words were hypnotic. They always had been. He always knew exactly what to say and what voice to say it in. I wanted to kiss him, to hold him, to touch him. But I knew I shouldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. It would destroy all the walls I had built between myself and Kol. But then again… what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Right?

“How so?” I finally spoke, a slight smirk on my face as my hands gently rubbed his chest. I had caved. The look in his eyes, the closeness of our bodies, it drew me right back in to him. All those years I tried to distance myself, it didn’t matter. I was right where I started with him. I knew I was going to regret this.

“Well for starters,” He began, a slight pep in his voice. “her skin wasn’t quite as soft.” He said, gently running his fingers over my arm and up to my jaw, placing a kiss on my exposed shoulder. “Her voice wasn’t as silky, her lips not as full.” His thumb ran over my lips. “My name didn’t sound quite the same when she moaned it. Can you remind me of just how that sounds?”

I hummed slightly, melting under his touch. His hands abandoned their former positions and moved to squeeze my hips slightly, pulling me against him. “Fuck, Kol.” I moaned slightly. A groan sounded from his throat as he pressed his lips to my neck.

“What else?” I asked, swallowing hard to keep my composure.

“Her back didn’t arch the way yours does.” He pressed a hand against my lower back, my chest now flat against his. He moved his mouth and pressed a kiss to the spot where my throat met my shoulder. I automatically tilted my head to give him access and my eyes slowly shut. “She didn’t have this one spot on her neck.” He mumbled against my skin.

“Wait, Kol.” I pushed him back by his chest. “Don’t think this changes anything.” I said, attempting to salvage whatever restraint I had left.

“Do you love me still?” He asked softly. “Or do you love your boy Patrick?”

“What does Peter matter?” I answered. “Oh Darling, are you jealous of him?” I mocked him with words he used against me the last time we spoke.

He chuckled slightly. “I’m jealous of any man who you allowed to touch you that isn’t me.“

“I’m not a rebound girl. I’m not going to be some booty call that waits around to fuck whenever you’re needy. This isn’t going to be a regular thing.”

“I never considered you to be one.” He nodded. “You are simply the only girl I cannot forget. A thousand moons and a thousand years can pass while we’re apart and I will still be thinking about your lips, your eyes, your voice. Every minute of every day, you are the one constant thought that has been with me. You are all I need in this world. I would do anything for you, always and forever.”

“In that case…” I bit my lower lip. “Why don’t you keep telling me what you like about me.”

“Does this mean you pick me over Paul?” He smirked, lifting me by my waist. My legs hooked around his waist tightly and his hands rested under my thighs. My arms hung loosely around his shoulders.

“Peter.” I corrected, placing a kiss on his forehead. “But maybe you can convince me.”

“We fit like two puzzle pieces, my Darling. And Davina didn’t wrap around me quite the way you do.” He commented and quickly moved us to the kitchen table. I kicked off my heels and hooked my fingers in his belt loops and tugged him forward.

He laid one palm flat against the table, the other kept my body pressed against his. I moved one hand to the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to mine.

Slowly, both hands moved to be under his shirt, savoring the familiar feeling of his body under my fingertips, and pushed the fabric up. He pulled away only to remove the article of clothing and throw it across the room.

He pushed me down to lay flat against the table and ran his hand down my chest and stomach. He placed a kiss on my lips, my collarbone, the center of my chest.

My fingers ran through his hair as his lips came back to mine. Our mouths were in perfect sync, just like before. I parted my lips and his tongue explored my mouth, crashing against my own. I tugged his bottom lip between my teeth and he groaned.

“You do that so much better.” He said in a whisper and I pushed myself up with a smirk.

“I can do a lot of things better.” I winked and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bedroom.

“I missed you so much.” He sighed, eagerly following me.

“Don’t act like I sent you away.” I commented, shutting the door behind us.

“What can I say?” He chuckled. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

I slid my dress off my shoulders and laid back on the bed as he climbed over me, pressing his lips down my exposed body.

“So does good sex.” I moaned, my back arching against him.

“That’s the way you remember it?” He asked, sounding offended. “I distinctly remember great sex.”

I flipped us so I was straddling his hips and I leaned down to place a kiss on his chest, grazing his skin with my fangs and drawing a groan out of him. “Maybe you can remind me.” I whispered in his ear and he shivered slightly.

“I wonder…” He trailed off, rubbing one hand against my thigh, the other moving to my bedside table as my mouth worked in the other side of his throat. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and watched the movement of his other hand. He slid open the top drawer and pulled out a navy blue tie. “So this is where my tie has been.”

“Was that yours?” I teased against his skin before pulling my mouth away. “I hadn’t noticed.”

I slid down his body, placing wet kisses along his exposed torso before my mouth reached the hem of his jeans. I undid the button and zipper with my teeth and he assisted in ridding himself of the fabric.

“That’s new.” He smiled as he sat up and I climbed into his lap. I rolled my hips against his as his lips found my collarbone.

“I picked up a few new tricks.” I shrugged with a teasing smile.

He chuckled and changed our positions. He pinned my hands above my head and tied them to one of the posts of my headboard with his tie. I pulled against the restraint but didn’t escape.

“All these years, and I can’t touch you?” I flirted with a pout, resting one leg around his waist. “How is that fair?”

“So you do want to touch me?” He teased.

“Hmm… The feeling is fading.” I answered with a smirk.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’ve been wanting to touch you for quite some time.” He smirked, his eyes clouding with lust.

“What are you waiting for, Pretty Boy?” I teased, lifting my head to meet his lips. His body rolled against mine and I pulled away to let out a moan. “Fuck me.” I groaned.

“I plan to, Darling. Just making up for lost time.” He said, dragging his thumb across my lips.

WARNING: DO NOT READ FARTHER IF YOU WANT THE HAPPY ENDING!!

Kol and I reunited for what felt like hours, both of us climaxing multiple times. Now he slept silently next to me while I answered the twelve calls and twenty three messages from Rebekah.

“Dammit, Y/N. Where have you been!?” She exclaimed when she picked up. “I’ve been trying to reach you for hours! Or did you forget that we were supposed to talk?”

I climbed out of bed, sliding into my black satin robe and slippers as I traveled to the kitchen to talk.

“I’m sorry, I was a bit busy.” I chuckled and I knew she was making a face of annoyance back in New York. “But I’m here now. So what’s up?”

“Kol told me a few weeks ago he was planning on heading to Vegas to get a break from Davina soon. I guess they’ve been fighting a lot lately, something about him being distant and talking in his sleep about something or someone she didn’t like.” She said and my mind raced. Could it have been me he was mumbling about? “Was that him I heard earlier, when you ran into someone?”

“Are they still together?” I asked, attempting to feign neutrality. “He was the one who was in my way a few hours ago… He seemed like he was having a good time.”

“Oh, no.” She groaned. “Please tell me nothing happened between you two.”

“Weell…” I trailed off.

“Dammit, Y/N.” She scolded. “He’s still married! What did he tell you?”

“He lied again…” I realized and pushed my tongue against the inside of my cheek in irritation. “And I fucking fell for it. God, I’m such an idiot! Why can’t I just be done with him? After what he did before, I let him right back into my life! Bekah, why am I like this?”

She sighed softly. “Don’t blame yourself, Y/N. He knows you too well. He knows exactly what to say to tug your heart strings and make you putty in his hands… But think about it this way, maybe they are on their way out and you two can try again. But for the moment…”

“I’m so fucking pissed I could snap his neck. I might even be willing to dagger him at this point.” I laughed in annoyance. “Hey, I heard something more important the other day, something MUCH more relevant. Did you hear that Hope figured out how to get the Hollow out of you guys so you can be a family again?” I changed the subject.

“Yeah.” She answered, not pressing the subject of Kol again. “Hayley called me the other day and told me. I cannot wait to see my annoying lot of brothers again. Marcel doesn’t quite care for them, but he knows how much I miss them.” I could hear the smile in her voice and it made me happy to know Rebekah was finally having a happy life.

I heard Kol stirring in the bedroom and the joy I felt for my best friend was replaced with a burning annoyance and growing hatred for the man I once loved with my whole heart. “Hey, I’ll see you next week. I have something I need to take care of.” I said in a tight voice.

“See you soon, Y/N. Take care.” She said and ended the call.

I slammed my phone on the counter and stomped back into my bedroom. I collected his shirt on the way back and the rest of his clothes. He smiled warmly as I walked in but his expression changed as he saw my face.

I threw his clothes at him and his eyes widened in shock.

“Rebekah callled.” I said, crossing my arms. Admittance settling on his face, knowing he was caught in his lie. “Told me something rather interesting. How many times are you going to fuck around with me while you have Davina, you lying son of a bitch? I’m not something you can pull out of your pocket when you’re bored!”

“Y/N, please.” He said calmly, tugging his jeans on. “Let me explain.”

“No.” I said firmly. “Get the hell out of my apartment. I’m completely done. Don’t call. Don’t text. Don’t even fucking write. Do one thing for me and just disappear again, why don’t you?”

“There’s more than just-” He began, pulling his shirt over his head.

“NO!” I yelled. “You cheated on me with her before and now you cheated on her with me! I’m DONE. I thought we could start over but no, we can’t. Get out before I snap your neck and throw you in the streets.”

He nodded slightly and collected his phone before heading towards the front door.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He sighed, a hand on the doorknob and I ground my teeth in annoyance. “I do love you, that was never a lie. And I do want you back. I’m going to divorce Davina, that’s why I came here but I’m sure Bekah told you that. Judging from the look on your face you don’t want to hear anything out of my mouth. We needed a break but I don’t see it working out anymore and when I saw you again, looking as beautiful as you do, I knew I made the wrong choice all those years ago… Will I see you next week, when Hope rids my siblings and I of the Hollow?”

“Maybe.” I admitted nonchalantly. “But don’t expect me to speak to you. I won’t be there for you, not in the slightest. I do not want to hear you speak my name again. I know I will not speak yours.”

He nodded sadly and left. I took a deep breath, now feeling worse than the first time Kol left. He used me. I didn’t know if I should believe what he said. Why should I? He lied to me about her before. I felt horrible, used and disrespected. How dare he. I would not speak to him the next time I saw him. Mystic Falls was MY home. He would not make a fool of me there. It now looked like I needed a new vacation spot since Vegas was now tainted. Seeing my friends again in a week helped with the terrible feelings, but seeing Kol there sucked.

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The Pact: Chapter 9

Rebekah hated to feel prisoner in her own home, so Caroline decided to organize a movie marathon with Rebekah and the rest of the girls, while Klaus went to meet his hybrids to know what information they got from last night, Elijah was in the library because he knew Rebekah never had many friends she could talk to, Stefan was in his room catching up with Damon and Kol went to a place that sold herbs and other stuff that he knew Bonnie would eventually need.

***

In the middle of the movie, Elijah passed by the living room, where the girls were, to go to the kitchen but stop when heard Elena call his name.

"Elijah... When are we going shopping?" Elena asked because she knew Klaus wouldn't let her leave his place without Elijah.

"I thought you had enough shopping yesterday."

"Yeah... I'm talking about food. Human food. Now, I'm not the only human living here. Bonnie and I need to have food." Elena said.

"Of course. I apologize. We are not used to live with humans. Just make a list and I'll buy it." Elijah said.

"Can I go with you? To not stay in this house 24/7..."

"Of course." Elena smiled and Caroline gave her a look, making Elena say. "We are just friends."

"If you say so..." Caroline said and then Stefan appeared.

"Hey, Stefan! Wanna see a movie?" Rebekah asked.

"Sure." He said and Elena got up and walked over to the kitchen, where Elijah was.

"Hey... I kinda was wondering if we could go buy food now."

"Of course. But aren't you watching movies with your friends?"

"Yeah... but I kinda want to get out of this house for a bit. Even if it's just to do some groceries." Elena smiled.

"Alright. Let's go, then." Elijah said, making Elena smile and so they went to his car and drove to a supermarket.

"We should also get things for Care. She loves snacks. She says it helps her to not have those killing people urges." Elena smiled as they got into the supermarket.

"Will you tell me the real reason you wanted to leave?"

"I told you. I was tired of being in that house." Elena said and Elijah gave her a look. "Okay. Guilty. I just... After Stefan and I broke up, we decided to remain friends but it's weird to be in the same room as him and Rebekah. I'm pretty sure he is not over her."

"Are you over Stefan?"

"I don't know. I'm trying to move on..." Elena whispered.

"Well, if you start to feel odd being around Rebekah and Stefan, I can always find an excuse to take you somewhere."

"You would do that for me?" Elena asked surprised and Elijah nodded, making Elena hug him.

***

After Elena and Elijah left the mansion, Kol appeared and took Bonnie to the safe house so she could practice her magic, leaving Caroline alone with Rebekah and Stefan, making her feel like a third wheel.

Klaus took awhile to get home but once he appeared, Caroline quickly asked him to join them.

"Missing me that much, love?" Klaus whispered to her ear so only she could hear him.

"No. I tell you later." Caroline whispered to Klaus and felt his arm on top of the couch, behind her head, which made her start to think about the kiss they shared last night in the bar when they were spying on two guys.

Rebekah rested her head on Stefan's shoulder, making Stefan smile to himself and wonder what would happen if Klaus hadn't compel him to forget about Rebekah and what would happen if Mikael hadn't come to Chicago, looking for Klaus and Rebekah.

Stefan felt Rebekah's hand close to his and he shyly hold his hand, hoping she wouldn't get upset with him. Rebekah let Stefan hold her hand and she smiled to herself, enjoying this small moment she was having with Stefan.

Caroline felt Klaus wrapping his arm around her, pulling her closer to him, letting his arm move from her neck to her waist, she didn't say a word even if she was enjoying being like that with Klaus, then she rest her head on his chest as she run her fingers through his curls, which he enjoyed it.

"If you excuse us, Caroline and I have to leave. We need to go and gather some information." Klaus said as he got up from the couch.

"We do?"

"Yes. Let's go." Klaus said and took her to a place that was filled with fake witches but with a few real witches.

"What are we doing here?"

"Gathering information." Klaus whispered and pressed Caroline against a wall, then kissed her with desire.

"From who, exactly?" She whispered when broke the kiss.

"I still don't know. Just need to be on the look out." Klaus said and kissed Caroline again. "Remember my name is Nicholas."

"Okay, Nick." She whispered as he kissed her neck, loving the way she whispered his nickname.

"You're so beautiful, love." He whispered.

"Wait. You know I'm only okay with doing this for cover. I'm not one of those girls who you make out just because you feel horny." Caroline said.

"I know, love." He whispered even if the reason he took her there wasn't for spying but because he felt the sudden urge of kissing her.

"I had an idea. If we are tourists we probably want to know what the future has on hold for us. Your name will be Nicholas and my will be Candice." Caroline said and took him to a souvenir shop, buying a few things, especially for Klaus, then she went to him, wearing a shirt saying New Orleans and made him put on a t-shirt with a drawing of someone playing saxophone, a hat saying bourbon street and some sun glasses.

"Absolutely not. I will not be seen wearing that."

"Fine. I guess you'll have to find a new person to be your partner in crime." Caroline shrugged.

"Fine." Klaus said not very happy. "I'll wear this, Candice."

"Yeay! After this let's go see what the future has on hold for us." Caroline said, grabbing Klaus's hand and taking him to a witch that Klaus made signal to make her know the witch was fake.

"Hello!" The woman said when saw Caroline and Klaus approaching them.

"Hi!" Caroline said with a big smile. "We came here to see if you could tell us a bit about our future. This is our first time visiting New Orleans. We've always wanted to come here."

"I can see that." The witch said with a smile.

"Of course. You can see the future so you already expected us. You're good!" Caroline said.

"Or maybe she noticed the clothes you made us wear." Klaus said.

"He doesn't really believe in witches or anything supernatural." Caroline said.

"I know. I felt that when you approached my table. But you believe." The witch said and Caroline nodded.

"Yes. I thought we had to ask for someone to tell us a bit about our future because... Well, this is our honeymoon and I just can't wait to see what our marriage will be like." Caroline said wrapping her arms around Klaus's neck and kissing his cheek.

"Yes. We are married. She is my wife." Klaus smirked, wrapping his arm around Caroline's waist.

"We are now Candice and Nicholas Morgan." Caroline smiled.

"It's nice to see such a happy couple." The woman said. "Let's see what the cards say."

The woman started to put a few cards on the table and telling them what each card was.

"And what does all that mean?"

"It has many meanings but I see that you will be very happy together. You will have a few battles but you will get through them together. I can see that you two have this love that will make many people judge you. I see you will have people try to break you apart but your love is strong. I see you happy and being successful but until you'll have everything you desire, you'll suffer a lot."

"Thankfully our love is stronger." Caroline smiled and then they walked away from the woman and Caroline whispered to Klaus. "Do you think she was right about the suffering?"

"Love, that woman was a fake witch. She can't see the future. If she had the powers she claims she has, she would know who we are and she would know we aren't dating." Klaus said but noticed Caroline was still nervous. "Don't worry. Nothing will happen. We will get my throne back and that will be it."

Next on The Pact

"Bekah, are you okay? What happened?" *** "How can you be so sure?" *** "Thank you for helping me today."

to be continued...

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thranduilsperkybutt · 7 years

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Hi! If prompts are open, could you make one with how it would be to be in a poly!relationship with the Mikaeslsons (the originals) Sorry for bad English

If you were in a polyamorous relationship with the Mikaelsons, it would involve:

Klaus always wanting to say you were his. Even though you were poly with his siblings, he’d tease that he didn’t like to share. It’s always a half-joke, because if Klaus could have you all to himself he wouldn’t ever complain about that.

Them fighting and arguing about you, and we all know how quickly fights between Mikaelsons can escalate. You would have to have a schedule, I think, for sure, because making sure they each didn’t begin to feel neglected would be a chore otherwise.

Whenever you were in an argument with one of them, it would be great to have some of the other siblings on your side. However, when they all ganged up on you that would suck.

At one point there would be some collective threat that would cause you to come under danger. You could possibly come close to death, and the Mikaelsons would rally together to keep you safe. They may send you off with one of them if the threat was directly at you, just to get you out of the line of fire.

You’d probably be a peacemaker sometimes in the family.

Even though you’d fight sometimes, you know at the end of the day you’d die for them, and that scares them sometimes.

Whenever Klaus felt ostracized by his family or was troubled, he’d know he could speak to you about it.

Getting a taste of their unique personalities and how they would treat you.

Elijah would get you thoughtful little things like antique books or other things you like that he could find around New Orleans. He would probably be one of the more thoughtful Mikaelsons, taking your feelings into account just as much as his own.

Kol teasing you whenever he spotted a blush on you. Like Klaus makes you blush and Kol teases you about it. He’d probably be your partner in crime most of the time.

Rebekah making sure you and Freya take spa days with her, and you wind up dragging along Kol or Klaus.

Freya and Kol telling you all about magic and witchcraft.

Getting judgey looks from the werewolves at first until Hayley and Jackson wind up defending your relationship from one of their comments.

Hayley being your confidant for things you sometimes feel you can’t tell the rest of them, though for big things you would have to try your hardest to keep open and honest communication with all of them.

Having your choice of whose bedroom you wanted to sleep in tonight.

Waking up in your bed only to find out that Kol’s snuggled beside you in the middle of the night.

Struggling to mend Fin’s relationship with his siblings and wondering if you ever could fix the rift, but he’d promised to try for you.

Never wondering quite how you were going to explain your relationship with them to Hope, because you figured she’d just figure it out along the way.

#i tried #the mikaelsons headcanon #the originals headcanon #the originals prompt #the vampire diaries headcanon #the vampire diaries prompt #megs headcanons #prompts by me #poly relationship

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his opinion on each sibling?

henrik.

he doesn’t really remember henrik that much, he just knows what his family has told him. he was only a kid when he died, he mourned him then but hasn’t really mourned him since. he doesn’t know how to mourn someone he doesn’t even really know or remember. he thinks of him as the boy who died and ruined his life, he doesn’t really say that because he knows it’s touchy for his family and it’s a line he’s not going to cross but henrik dying is why kol lost his magic. henrik dying is why kol became a monster ( it’s esther’s fault not his but, it’s still true. ).

klaus.

his opinion on klaus is … complicated. he trusts him when it’s convenient for him, and deep down he does love klaus but klaus has also fucked him over many times. klaus has daggered him too many times for kol to ever fully trust him, but kol has allied with him / sided with him before and would again. but he’ll never really forgive him for the daggering, or for in kol’s eyes, hating him.

he’ll always be scared of him, too. for as long as klaus has daggers, kol will be scared of him deep down ( maybe even when he doesn’t, his fear of him is now kind of instinctually rooted due to centuries of the same shit. ). sometimes he thinks he loves klaus, thinks he could trust him, thinks maybe he’s what a brother is supposed to be but it never lasts long. klaus at times has been kol’s favourite sibling just because he went along with kol’s killing antics, when they were being mischievous/causing trouble together, he actually felt like his brother. almost believed in always and forever.

elijah.

he doesn’t hate him. to put it plainly, he doesn’t hate elijah. something he’s envious of him, or scared of him, but he doesn’t hate him. he’s been angry at him a lot, especially after what happened with davina, and especially since elijah has been at klaus’ side helping him dagger kol every single shown time it happened. kol thinks he’s overly righteous, or at least thinks / acts like he’s someone who’s more righteous and virtuous than the rest of them. kol wishes elijah looked out for him like he did for klaus, wishes he protected him like he did klaus. but it’s very doubtful he’d ever admit that.

finn.

kol hates him. thinks he’s a big ol’ dick. mourned him, yes. cried for him, yes. but he killed kol, he cursed him to die in front of the girl he loved, the only girl he’d ever loved. that’s unforgivable, plus he knew it was kol’s biggest fear, and he did it anyway. he was supposed to be his brother, family isn’t supposed to let each other die let alone kill them. they’ve never gotten along due to opposite personalities, but in finn’s death kol was still sad to the point of crying while tossing his ashes.

kol thinks he’s just a giant asshole who thinks he’s better than kol just because he doesn’t kill people the same way but they’re all the same thing, they all suffered. kol thinks he acts like he’s higher than him and kol thinks he’s a pretentious douche and has never really liked him, not since they were tiny kids.

rebekah.

he’s considered them partners in crime at more point that one ( they’ve caused mischief together for a long time, most of their lives actually. ). as the youngest living mikaelson siblings they were close but she still crossed him, which is why he crossed her back ( he’s forgiven her for that seeing as he got his revenge but you know. ).. she’s also been classified as his favourite sibling many times throughout their lives but they still bicker, because well, they’re mikaelsons. he helps her whenever she needs him, he doesn’t approve of some of the ... romantic choices she’s made in the past but he’s also not exactly the best partner ( he never claimed to not be hypocritical. ). out of the siblings she seems to know him better than any of them, and he knows that.

freya.

before what happened with davina, kol might’ve had a higher opinion of her but he’ll never forgive her for what she did. never. he’s quoted to say ‘i never for a second wanted you’ which kind of says it all. he despises her for choosing finn over him, for not letting him attack and acting like it’s possible to mend the wound of finn literally murdering him. he’s civil to her sometimes, and was civil to her before he knew who she was but he really just don’t like her. she’s never proved herself to be someone he should love, or trust. he might have a slight soft spot for her because she’s a mikaelson witch, and maybe he also envies her for that ( he does. ). she has the magic he wishes he had.

#Anonymous #tbt.#❛ you don’t know squat about me. ╱╱ HEADCANON.#long post /

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Down on One Knee

Title: Down on One Knee

Summary: Elijah takes Katherine for a vacation to England, where he has something special planned for them. Mad Love series part 1.

Couple: Katherine and Elijah

I’m assuming that the Vampire Diaries finished in 2017 so the Originals would be in 2019. So these one-shots will take place in 2020 and so on.

xXx

"Alright? Can I open my eyes now?" Katherine 'the Literal Devil' Pierce groaned impatiently. She had come to England with her boyfriend, Elijah, for some much-needed r&r. Not only was being the Queen of Hell a really tough job, but she also had to deal with the Mikaelson family almost 24/7. And they were obnoxious. Kol was her partner in crime, sure. Rebekah and Klaus, however, were not fond of her and probably would never be. On the bright side, Freya was pretty easy to get along with. On the even darker side than moody Originals; Hayley.

xXx

Hayley Marshall: former one night stand of Klaus, mother of his only child, and former lover of Elijah's. She was still in love with him after many years of being apart. He thought he felt the same, but the moment Katherine came back into his life he knew it wasn't love what he felt for Hayley; just lust. She refuses to accept that answer, yelling at him for leading her on for years. No matter how hard he tries to convince her, she won't hear it. Either Katherine is mind controlling him or he is a 'disgusting player'.

Some backstory may be needed here. Everyone thought Katherine dead and hell destroyed by the hellfire. Nope. The hellfire was a minor setback, but it didn't destroy its point of origin and definitely not its leader. She allowed everyone involved to believe it took her and her home down when in reality it didn't.

For two years, she rebuilt her kingdom. Fixing all the broken parts and making sure everything ran smoothly. Well, smooth enough for hell. The minute she got word of Klaus being freed and his siblings being awoken, she went back into the land of the living. Mostly out of curiosity as to what happened to them. The other part of her just wanted to gloat about her newfound position of power.

Upon spying on the family, she saw that they were stronger than ever in bond and less volatile. Katherine probably would've left them be, let them be a family together, if it wasn't for Hayley. She saw how the she-wolf acted around Elijah. So, before the hybrid could weasel more from the Original than just a kiss, Katherine entered the picture.

In the time span of a week, the new devil had successfully seduced Elijah Mikaelson for the third time in their lives. It wasn't too hard once she had gotten him alone, reminiscing on their passionate relationship. Revealing that she still, and would always, love him. She would've left him there speechless, but he surprised her by agreeing with her final statement.

They tried to take it slow and easy from there, talking to Hayley about it first. As figured, she did not take it well at all. But that was her problem. Then the two went to Elijah's siblings. Oh, they were not happy at all. Klaus seemed to know it was coming the minute Katherine revealed herself to them, but that didn't mean he wasn't still upset about it. Rebekah was never a fan of Katherine, and she seemed to be rooting for Hayley and Elijah's relationship. Freya was confused about the whole situation but decided to be happy for them. Kol had called it from the start, and nobody questioned why. He just mentioned a running bet he had with an old, deceased friend and they all just stopped wondering.

Hope was probably the happiest. She found Katherine very easy to get along with because she was the most 'normal' person to walk into the house. Though, the little girl was mainly happy about the fact that her mommy and Uncle Elijah weren't going to get together. She was made uncomfortable by the whole thing.

Several months passed, and the little farmhouse was getting overcrowded. Sure, Kol had left with Rebekah for a 'twin-venture' as they called it. Though they were going to see who they needed to find to bring back Davina. Rebekah was ready to help her brother reunite with his love and maybe find her own as well. The home was busy because Caroline and her twins had moved in with them. But that is a story for another time.

So, to get away from the overpopulated madness of the Mikaelson/Marshall/and-now-Forbes household, Elijah took his longtime crush and new(once again) girlfriend on a vacation.

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"Just a few minutes longer, Katerina." Elijah whispered into his girlfriend's ear as he pulled the silver Lexus that he had rented into a makeshift parking space. Putting the car in park, applying the parking brake, he took off his seatbelt and got out of the car. He made his way to the passenger door and opened it.

"'Lijah, you know I hate surprises. And being blindfolded. Unless we are in bed, which we are not." Katherine mumbled grumpily as the Original helped her out of the vehicle.

"I know you do, babe, but this one you will like. Okay?" Locking the car door, Elijah walked himself and his grumpy girlfriend forward. When he was happy with her position he took off her blindfold.

In front of Katherine was the old English manor she had stayed in in 1492. Where she met Klaus and Elijah, falling hopelessly for the latter.

"Why would you bring me here?!" The doppelganger snapped, turning to angrily glare at the older man.

"Because this place is special to me." He replied, unfazed by her anger. Instead, he guided her inside.

"Why is it so special? And why do we have to go inside?" Irritated questions flew from the curly haired girl's mouth. She knew she was already in the house and could leave at any time. She wanted to see where he was going with all this.

Elijah walked his girlfriend into the manor. Up a small staircase. Around a couple corners. Finding the room he wanted and walking in. It was a grand ballroom, something that you would never see in modern structures. The colours were more natural but blended in elegantly. Almost regally. The room was empty of everything. A plethora of people, tables, chairs, anything you would normally have in a ballroom. Instead, there were two lovers. One grumpy and one very patient.

"This is where we met." Elijah spoke finally with a smile. His voice echoed around the large, empty room.

"I'm aware of that, 'Lijah." With a roll of her eyes, Katherine crossed her arms and ventured deeper into the room.

"Five-hundred-and-twenty-eight years ago, I met a young noble lady who had been disowned by her family." The suited Original began.

"We really don't need to rehash -" Elijah silenced her with a wave of his hand before continuing.

"She was loving, sweet, innocent, and kind for someone who had been through alot before I met her.

I was entranced by her the minute we locked eyes. Not because of her beauty. Not because I had known the previous doppelganger. I was enchanted by her in general.

Time passed, and I was enamoured by every little thing about her. From the messy brown curls that she preferred to wear down to the head tilt and eye squint that she did when she was really focused on something.

When she left, she took something from me that I could never explain. Almost like a piece of my heart went with her. I compared every woman I met to the one that got away. I couldn't even help it. I looked for pieces of her in everyone I met. I never found what I was looking for.

Then, I saw her again. Her hair was straight and her dress short. She looked nothing like the girl I remember. At first, I was angry. Then, awhile later, she invited me to a cafe to talk.

Our relationship was flawed at best. We fought all the time and rarely agreed with each other. But we kept coming back, we kept fighting for each other rather than with each other. I wasn't ready at the time. I was still looking for that sweet girl I met all those years ago." Elijah took a deep breath, before he planned to continue. Katherine stopped him short.

"Did you take me here to tell me that you don't want to be together? Because I would've preferred you publicly break up with me in front of your whole family than this. It's like we are coming full circle." Tears had begun to form in her lovely brown eyes. Elijah walked up to her and gently wiped one stray tear away.

"You didn't let me finish, Katerina." He whispered softly. "I had the wrong state of mind then. I was looking for a girl that didn't exist. A fantasy that I had made up in my mind after being apart from you for so long.

I wasn't angry that you weren't who I met. I was angry because you left me. I know that now.

What I wanted this entire time was something complicated. Not something easy to handle. I want late night arguments about things we won't remember in the morning. I want you to hog all the covers at night until I am freezing. I want to drive in the car for long hours because we don't care where we are going. I want to listen to you sing in the shower when you think I can't hear. I want to mindlessly play with your hair while you fall asleep.

I want everything that we do and everything that we will do. Because I am enchanted by the way you bite your lip when you get impatient. By the way you whisper my name at night. I adore the way you move, the words you say, and everything that you do.

I always have and always will want you." A plethora of tears were streaming down Katherine's face as Elijah wrapped up his speech. She tightly hugged her chest as she watched him with blurry sight.

"What are you saying?" She mumbled quietly.

"I love you, Katerina Carlotta Eveline Petrova. Also known as Katherine Charlotte Pierce. I love you so much." Elijah Mikaelson declared looking her in the eyes. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a small black box. "I've loved you for five hundred years. I love you now. And I plan on having you by my side forever." Katherine's hands flew up to her mouth as her eyes widened in shock.

The oldest living Original vampire got down on one knee and opened the black velvet box to reveal a diamond ring set in a rose gold band. As soon as he showed her the ring, she fell to the floor onto her knees.

"Yes!" She cried out, face soaked from tears of joy.

"Can I ask you first?" Elijah laughed, using his free hand to steady his lover.

"Of course." Katherine said with a nod, closing her eyes to compose herself.

"Will you-" He started before getting cut off.

"Yes! Sorry." She agreed again before apologising.

"Will you ma-" The Original tried once more.

"YES!" Another happy interruption happened.

"Katerina!" He scolded.

"Sorry" She muttered another apology.

"Willyoumarryme?" Elijah shouted out as fast as he possibly could.

"Si, oui, да, etiam, YES!" Katherine called out several approvals. Yes' in Spanish, French, Bulgarian, Latin, and English flew out to tell her boyfriend that she accepted his proposal.

He slid the dainty ring onto her ring finger and was promptly enveloped in a hug. The newly engaged fell to the floor together. The curly haired girl wrapped her arms around her fiance's neck and pulled him into a deep, loving kiss.

Neither Elijah nor Katherine showed much emotion around other people, especially romantic emotions. That's why they worked so good together. They could let out all those feelings with each other.

Tears and laughter mixed together as the couple marked their engagement by making love on the floor.

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