#kolmikaelson

[tanjamikaelson]

FULL MASTERLIST

I will put here all the fan fictions that I wrote over the years.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES & THE ORIGINALS:

Kol Mikaelson x oc:

LOVE FOR ETERNITY - MASTERLIST (94 chapters posted)

Klaus Mikaelson x oc:

BITTERSWEET - MASTERLIST (7 chapters posted, hopefully I will start updating it soon)

OUTERBANKS:

Rafe Cameron x oc:

STRANGE LOVE - MASTERLIST (ongoing)

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader:

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER - MASTERLST (ongoing)

Rafe Cameron x fem!pogue-reader:

MEDDLE ABOUT - MASTERLIST (ongoing)

ONE SHOT - Rafe Cameron x fem!reader:

UNSPOKEN CONFESSION

CAN FRIENDS KISS?

UNEXPECTED HEAT

[always-a-khaleesi]

Kol should have been hitting on Bonnie a la Klaroline style. I know we love Klaus and Caroline together but I always felt like there was a bit of an imbalance of power. I never liked how he could flip and just decide to kill her on a whim(the wolf bite at Elena's).

Bonnie's a powerful witch so there would be more of a balance between her and Kol. He'd love it since he's canonically a witch groupie. He should have been drooling over her the second he met her. Missed opportunity to have her with an Original.

[noobiestnoober]

Babysitting the Hybrid’s Poodle (Reader and Klaus, featuring Kol)

Klaus asks you, little sister of Bonnie Bennet, to watch his dog, Hope (yes, he named his dog after his daughter), while he’s handling business. But no one told you that a hybrid’s dog is way more high-maintenance than a normal one. Between dealing with enchanted chew toys, werewolf instincts, and an unexpected visit from Kol, you start to wonder if Klaus played a cruel joke on you.

You stared at the man in front of you like he’d grown a second head.

“Let me get this straight—you want me to babysit your… poodle?”

Klaus Mikaelson—Original hybrid, mass-murderer, occasional savior of cities—nodded solemnly. In his arms sat a pure white, curly-haired poodle with a tiny flower collar, staring at you with far too much intelligence in her eyes.

“She’s not just any poodle,” Klaus said, handing her over like a crown jewel. “Her name is Hope. And yes, I named her after my daughter. Don’t read into it.”

“I’m reading deeply into it.”

“She has certain… sensitivities. The usual dog-sitter is recovering from minor burns after feeding her dry kibble instead of organic lamb and herbs,” he said casually, adjusting the sleeves of his coat. “And the last person who tried to clip her nails had their soul temporarily detached from their body.”

“Temporarily?”

“They recovered. Mostly.”

You blinked down at the fluffball in your arms. She blinked back. Her eyes shimmered gold.

“Klaus,” you whispered, “did you give your dog werewolf venom?”

He looked proud. “Not intentionally. But she’s very protective.”

Before you could protest, he pressed a kiss to the dog’s head, gave you an uncomfortably charming smirk, and vanished in a blur of supernatural speed—leaving you alone in your apartment, holding what might be the most cursed dog in New Orleans.

Hour One:

Hope had already:

Eaten a third of your spell book collection.

Barked at your reflection in the mirror until it shattered.

Growled at a bag of salt like it owed her money.

Peed on a pentagram you swear wasn’t there when you left the room.

Every time you turned around, she was either vanishing into thin air or phasing through walls like some unholy mash-up of Casper and Cerberus.

When you tried to Google “hybrid dog care,” your phone screen cracked. Hope blinked innocently.

Hour Two:

You took her for a walk.

Or, more accurately, she took you. The leash enchanted by Freya was supposed to help with control, but instead, it burned your hand like holy fire the second you tried to steer her away from attacking a vampire who whistled at her.

He lost his pinky.

“No regrets,” you muttered as you dragged her home.

She barked smugly.

Hour Three:

You were finally sitting on the couch, sipping water, trying to recharge your last nerve—when someone knocked.

You didn’t even get a chance to check who it was before the door swung open, and in walked the last person you needed.

Kol Mikaelson.

Wearing a smirk that spelled nothing but trouble, he strutted in like he owned the place, pausing when his eyes landed on Hope.

“Oh bloody hell, you’re babysitting her?” he asked, pointing at the poodle. “Brave soul. Or stupid. Haven’t decided yet.”

“I haven’t either,” you muttered. “She tried to levitate my fridge.”

Kol laughed like this was the best entertainment he’d had in weeks. “She did that to Marcel’s liquor cabinet last month. The scotch never came back down.”

You eyed him. “Aren’t you supposed to be banned from entering uninvited?”

Kol grinned wider. “She let me in.”

Hope was now curled up on your spell circle, licking her paws like she didn’t just invite a Mikaelson into your home using telepathic dog magic.

“I hate this,” you said aloud.

“She once turned Davina’s hair blue,” Kol added helpfully, pouring himself your last glass of bourbon.

Hour Four:

Hope howled at the moon on your wallpaper. Then the wallpaper peeled off the wall.

Kol was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, showing Hope how to disassemble a magical tracker like it was arts and crafts. She was watching attentively.

You contemplated opening a portal to another dimension.

“You know,” Kol said conversationally, “Klaus enchanted her collar. Anyone who tries to remove it gets hit with a hallucination spell. It’s usually bees. Angry, screaming bees.”

“Why would you do that to a poodle?”

“Because we’re the Mikaelsons, darling,” Kol said, raising his glass. “We ruin everything. Even pets.”

Hour Five:

You were about to put Hope to bed in her magically protected dog bed (crafted from vampire silk and whatever dignity you had left), when she perked up—ears twitching.

Kol’s grin faded.

“Oh no.”

“What?”

Hope began to growl.

“That’s her ‘someone pissed off Klaus’ growl.” Kol stood quickly. “Who did it this time?”

Before you could ask what the hell he meant, your window exploded. A flaming arrow landed in your living room.

Hope barked once—then vanished.

Kol swore. “She’s gone to bite someone.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S GONE TO BITE SOMEONE?”

“She’s got a teleportation charm. It only activates when Klaus is in trouble.”

You looked around your wrecked living room. “She left me. Alone. With an open portal. And a fire hazard.”

Kol raised his hands innocently. “Welcome to the family.”

Hour Six:

Klaus returned like nothing happened. Just strolled in, right as Hope reappeared beside him, blood on her fur and a small smug strut in her step.

“Well?” he asked. “How did she behave?”

You stared at him. Then at the carnage. Then at the glitter cloud still hanging in the air.

“She’s not a dog. She’s a spell wrapped in fur and trauma.”

“She likes you,” Klaus said with a smile. “She only terrorizes people she trusts.”

“I need therapy.”

“You’ll be fine.”

You handed him the leash like it was a live grenade. “Next time, I’m babysitting your enemies. They’d be safer.”

Klaus leaned in close. “But not nearly as fun, love.”

Hope barked in agreement.

🩸💥🐾 Never again.

[innermoonpeace12]

Some aesthetic for one of my first fanfictions. Please check it out and please no taking credit for the aesthetics. I hope you enjoy!

[franki3w]

#ValentineSpiration #42 You are a CRAVING that is NEVER satisfied...

[sadiqssolitude]

#DanielSharman #Isaac #TeenWolf #IsaacLahey #KalebWestphall #KolMikaelson #TheOriginals #LorenzodeMedici #MediciTheMagnificent #WeepingMonk #Cursed #Immortals #versatile #actor #portrait #pencildrawing

Full vid: https://youtu.be/GQJaSrNmniE Shorts: https://youtu.be/-JYwnjCPhb4

[mels-kings]

kate's 365 days of male characters

day 18 kol mikaelson the vampire diaries/the originals

[iammattswife]

I'm working on a Klaus mikaelson fanfic, i know its not what i usually post about but id appreciate anyone who reads it.

Here's the link:

Its available on wattpad. I uploaded the first 2 chapters rn but i plan to update daily.

[homiines]

does anyone remember the days when we use to have ‘ask’ in tumblr urls? for example: ask-kolmikaelson 🤣 and we use to answer lots of questions in asks as if we were the character.

[noobiestnoober]

Prank Wars – Mystic Falls Edition (Reader, Damon, Stefan, and Kol)

You accidentally start a prank war with one of the Salvatore brothers and Kol Mikaelson, and things escalate way out of control. It starts with something harmless—switching Damon’s bourbon with iced tea—but soon, furniture is missing, hair dye is involved, and someone might get locked in a coffin.

It all started as an innocent joke—at least, that’s how you tried to convince yourself. Damon had just poured himself a glass of his favorite bourbon, settling into the couch with that signature smirk plastered across his face. You couldn’t help but notice the bottle sitting on the counter, a little too full for someone who supposedly drank as much as Damon did.

You had a flash of brilliance—or perhaps it was pure mischief. Switch it with iced tea. He’d never see it coming, and it would be hilarious.

So, while Damon was busy texting someone, you swapped out the bourbon with the iced tea. You had no idea what kind of pandemonium it would cause.

At first, everything went perfectly. Damon took a gulp, his usual cocky grin fading into a confused frown. "What the hell is this?" he muttered, setting the glass down with a mix of disbelief and mild disgust. You could barely keep a straight face as you tried to act innocent, eyes wide in faux concern.

"What’s wrong, Damon? It’s your favorite drink, right?" you teased.

"Favorite drink? This is the worst thing I’ve ever tasted!" He immediately spit the iced tea out and glared at you, but you could tell the wheels were already turning in his mind. He was plotting. You had made your first move in a prank war, but you had no idea how badly you were about to regret it.

Before you could even step away, Damon’s lips curled into a devilish grin. "You’re going to regret this," he warned, but you only laughed. It was harmless, right?

Wrong.

The next morning, you woke up to find your wardrobe ransacked. Your favorite sweater? Gone. Your boots that you’d been saving for months? Missing. Your phone? Nowhere to be found. You hunted high and low for the things that were rightfully yours, but Damon had already set his traps in motion.

"Ha! You think you can prank me and get away with it?" Damon smirked as you found him lounging in the living room, looking far too pleased with himself. "You’re not the only one who can have some fun, sweetheart."

You were furious, but something inside you clicked. This wasn’t just about missing items anymore. You were in this now, and you were not about to let Damon win without a fight.

And thus, the real war began.

You dyed Damon’s hair while he was napping. Sure, it wasn’t an ideal moment for a hair makeover, but you’d taken all the necessary precautions—he wouldn’t notice until it was too late. The next time he saw himself in the mirror, his hair was a bright shade of purple. You stifled a laugh as he stormed into the room, looking like a pissed-off Easter egg.

"Damn it, Y/n!" he shouted, running a hand through his now-purple locks. "You better sleep with one eye open, because you just crossed a line."

You leaned back in your chair, grinning like a mischievous child. "What? Purple’s a good color on you."

His glare could’ve melted stone, but before he could retaliate, you noticed Stefan walking into the room, raising an eyebrow. "What’s going on here?"

Before you could respond, Damon’s eyes gleamed with a new idea, and his expression softened. "I think it’s time to recruit someone into this prank war," he said, turning toward his brother. "Are you in, Stefan?"

Stefan sighed, clearly not wanting to be dragged into this, but you could tell he was secretly amused. "I have better things to do," he muttered.

"Oh, come on, Stefan. You can’t stay neutral forever," Damon grinned.

So, Stefan reluctantly joined the ranks of pranksters. But it didn’t end there—no, it was Kol who made it absolutely chaotic. The Mikaelson brother was always eager for a little chaos, and when he caught wind of the prank war, he jumped right in.

With Kol, things escalated quickly.

The first big move was during a house party at the Salvatore mansion. The whole house was buzzing with music, laughter, and the occasional threat of something worse. Kol, in his usual dramatic fashion, decided it was the perfect time to get everyone involved. While you were in the middle of a conversation with Bonnie, Kol sneaked up behind you and poured glitter into your hair. You didn’t realize it at first, until Stefan—always the observant one—whispered, "Uhh, you might want to check your hair."

It was covered in glitter. Everywhere. And you knew Kol was behind it.

It wasn’t just glitter, though. Oh no. Kol had begun a systematic disappearance of furniture. The next time you entered the living room, the coffee table, lamps, and chairs were nowhere to be found. "I swear to God, if my couch is missing next—"

Your couch was gone.

This was Kol’s work, without a doubt. You tried to track down where the furniture had gone, but it was Kol’s perfect hide-and-seek game. He didn’t just take your items; he hid them. You found your couch in the middle of the woods. Your lamps in the basement. And your favorite chair? It was on the roof of the Salvatore house.

You realized you were no longer in control of the prank war; it had gone completely off the rails.

Kol then pulled the ultimate stunt: he locked you inside a coffin. Sure, you had heard rumors of how Kol loved to be dramatic, but now you were trapped in one of the ancient burial coffins hidden in the Salvatore cellar. The small space was a bit too much—your mind racing as you banged on the lid, demanding to be freed. But it wasn’t until you heard Damon’s chuckles above you that you realized you were in a real predicament.

"Gotcha," Damon said, clearly enjoying the show. "Now, what’s it going to take for you to admit I’ve won?"

You didn’t know how long you’d been in the coffin—minutes? Hours?—but you weren’t going to give them the satisfaction of hearing you beg. With every ounce of your remaining patience, you pried the coffin open, finally seeing the light again. You emerged, disheveled, with your hair a mess and your cheeks flushed with frustration.

"That’s it," you declared, dusting yourself off. "Game on, boys."

By now, the prank war had moved from mildly annoying to blatantly dangerous. You plotted your final move. It involved the entirety of the Salvatore mansion, a vast amount of saran wrap, and a very large quantity of whipped cream. By the time Damon, Stefan, and Kol walked into the mansion that evening, they were met with an unpleasant surprise—every inch of the house was wrapped in plastic. The walls, the furniture, the stairs—everything.

As they stood in the foyer, staring in shock, you appeared at the top of the stairs, holding a massive tub of whipped cream. "This is the final move," you declared dramatically, as Kol looked at you in amusement and Stefan chuckled, realizing he was caught in the middle of this insanity.

Damon’s face was priceless as he stared at the chaos you’d orchestrated. "I think... you’ve officially won," he said with an exaggerated sigh, clearly impressed.

But as the three of them slowly began to accept defeat, you couldn’t help but laugh. The war might have been over—for now—but in Mystic Falls, nothing stayed calm for long. You had made your mark, and you knew you’d be hearing about this prank war for the rest of your life.

For once, you had gotten the last laugh.

[innermoonpeace12]

*The Painting Reimagined - Author Note (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1469254568-the-painting-reimagined-author-note?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=mary_puppins12 * I might change the title later. This is my first fanfic, please be nice and tell if I miss any mistakes. Thank you. Della Donovan never really expected much from her small town. The random events and holidays celebrated were the only thing that made the small town a little funky. This scarastic teen was not prepared for the supernatural to come bursting through her town. These vampires, werewolves, and whatever else decides to come to her town were not prepared to deal the chaotic teen whose is not afraid to tell it to your face. "Love, I'm the original hybrid, I can't be killed. Now help me with my brother's coffin." "Calm down, what you are is a puppy with fangs that has anger issues. Also you can easily lift that by yourself, you have super strength, now move I need a snack." Oc x Niklaus Mikaelson Oc x Oc Kai x Kol x Davina Finn Mikaelson x Matt Finn Mikaelson x Camille Bonnie x Enzo Stefan x Self love Elena x Tom Elijah x Gia Caroline x Tyler

[goddexeon]

Bonnie & Enzo- Over and Over Again #thevampirediaries #epicthemusical #bonnie #enzo #edit #epic

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I do not own the music, images/clips, or characters.

Characters Based on and Footage Belong to: L.J. Smith and The CW Network

Music: “ Would You Fall In Love With Me Again” By Jorge Rivera-Herrans & Anna Lea, Released December 25, 2024.

Copyright & Lyrics Owned by: Jorge Rivera-Herrans , & Winion Entertainment LLC©️.

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[franki3w]

#ValentineSpiration #74 I don't need Perfect, just Original.

[damonjamesmatttannerwinchester]

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[sadiqssolitude]

#NathanielBuzolic #TheVampireDiaries #Kol #TheOriginals #KolMikaelson #TheMint #PaulODonnell #BBC #soapopera #OutoftheBlue #Australian #actor #portrait #pencildrawing

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[snootylittlewitch]

@bloody-kolmikaelson 🎯