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klausysworld · 4 months

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Your stories are so good!

How about a story where Klaus gets in over his head and ends up being taken captive by Augustine but falls in love with one of the scientist over the time he’s there.

(Made it the scientists daughter, not sure why? I think I read the ask wrong and then just got too deep with it. I can make another one if this wasn’t what was wanted)

(TW:This does include physical and psychological abuse form Y/n’s father! Please don’t read if this will be too upsetting for you and know that you are not alone.)

Betrayal

Klaus often went into dangerous situations without much of a plan, he was immortal and he used that to his every advantage. To be fair to him, this always worked in his favour except for that one time with the hunters curse but other than that it was fine.

Until now.

He woke with a groan, his eyes felt heavy and his body was stiff. Forcefully, he forced himself to look around but his face was against the ground. With a grunt, he managed to roll onto his back. His breathing was struggled and released in puffs. A hum reached his ears and he turned his head slowly to see a man, no a vampire sat in a cage or a prison cell opposite him.

The guys clothes were filthy, bloody and muddy. Hair greasy and growing a touch long. He gave an unserious wave "congratulations, you've been captured" he cheered sarcastically and Klaus frowned. The vampire rolled his eyes "¿no hablas inglés?" he questioned "français? Italiano? Polski?" he fired, clearly bored.

"Where-" Klaus frowned at the dryness of his throat and tried to clear his throat but it caused a painful sensation "Where am I?" he asked, raspily.

"English" the man stated, nodding to himself. "Right uh you are in an experiment where they do fun little tests on us vampires because they have an undying hatred towards us" the man explained, laughing tiredly to himself when he said 'undying'.

Klaus stared at the man like he were mad. "Tests? What sort of tests?" he questioned, frustrated and the vampire shut up. He glanced behind Klaus before back to him nervously

"They're trying to make a serum to make vampires have the uncontrollable urge to feed on other vampires...to rip their heads clean off. Be stronger, unstoppable and filled with hatred for our own" he explained quietly as though someone may be listening. Klaus frowned in response and slowly dragged himself up into a sitting position against the cold wall of his cell.

Vampires who rippered other vampires? It reminded him of his father and he didn't exactly want to think of him. Nor did he want to feel this week, how much vervain had they pumped him full of? He groaned loudly and the other man hummed in agreement.

The sound of a lock went and the vampire opposite Klaus quickly got to his feet, holding onto the bars like a desperate animal.

The soft clicking of heels sounded and the mans face immediately relaxed slightly, his eyes looking eagerly for whoever was coming. Klaus was hit with a strong scent of vanilla before a soft sigh was heard and he could see the back of a women. Her hair hiding her shoulders and the top half of her lab coat. She wore small black heels and a coat.

"You okay?" she asked the guy opposite him, handing him something, blood. He could smell it and he needed it. The vampire scoffed it down immediately with a sound of pleasure.

"mm thank you darling...I don't suppose you have another for me?" he purred but she shook he head

"It's for the new one" she whispered and Klaus's senses perked. She proceeded to turn towards him and her eyes looked him over. Klaus let out a breathy laugh, this was who was supposed to be testing and torturing him? He raised both his brows and licked his chapped lips before pulling them into a smirk. In response she only rolled her eyes "those eyes won't work on many people here" she told him, she placed the paper shot glass of blood onto the floor and carefully pushed it into his cage. "You'll be known by 52836, answer to it or they’ll burn it into you so you remember it" she informed, watching him reach forward and grabbing the drink.

"This is all I get?" he questioned, his nose scrunched and his browed pulled together.

"One a day. None if you misbehave. You'll feel better tomorrow when you have less vervain in your system, until then keep quiet. 12144 will be here with you...get comfortable" she murmured, a certain sadness and level of pity in her eyes as she gave a tight lipped smile to both vampires before leaving.

12144 looked back to Klaus, "You can call me Enzo, she's called Y/n. One of the mean ones daughters, been coming down here since she was small. She doesn't mean much harm but she's too scared to go against the rules" he explained with a shrug "Sometimes she sneaks me two portions if she can. She touched me once, just a hand on the shoulder. I was far too weak to respond but I knew she was there"

Klaus stared at Enzo for a moment before glancing to his now empty cup. What the fuck did he just get himself into?

It was the question he asked himself every morning and every night. To start off with he fought back against the scientists, yelled and screamed demanding to know who they thought they were, making empty threats and hoping his family would find him.

Klaus began to feel a little pathetic, he was hoping? That wasn’t like him. He was strategic and powerful. So he tried to pay better attention. After a few weeks, he was able to understand why Y/n was so obedient. Her father was dreadful. She once suggested that Klaus needed a break after watching blood poor out of his eyes, her father proceeded to grab her and threaten to stick one of the syringes in her neck. She sprinted out the room as soon as she was let go and Klaus couldn’t blame her. It made him think of Mikael and how he would hold a sword against his throat.

He had sympathy for her, empathy too but unfortunately he had to push that aside and instead of help her, he would manipulate her.

He would ask her about the little marks on her skin knowing it was a result of her trying to help him. Enzo would shake his head and occasionally speak up, telling Klaus to leave her be when her discomfort became clear.

“I don’t mean to upset you sweetheart” Klaus murmured, his hand reaching between the bars to brush against her arm making her flinch and pull away. “You don’t deserve to be hurt. I know that, Enz- 12144, knows it too. You’re good and sweet” he told her, his hand reaching to touch her but she wouldn’t let him. “I could help you” he whispered, his eyes flicking to Enzo’s but he just looked annoyed.

Y/n shook her head and left quickly and Enzo sighed. “You shouldn’t do that to her” he mumbled “you’re only making her hopeful”

“I haven’t lied. If she were to let me out then I’d happily slaughter that father of hers. Then she’d be safe” he smile sarcastically

“I wouldn’t let you kill her too. She hasn’t done anything cruel since the first day I met her” Enzo muttered solemnly

“I don’t plan on killing her” Klaus stated simply as he looked down at the extra cup of blood she had given him. He wasn’t sure what he’d do to her but he wouldn’t kill her, scare her maybe but he didn’t really want to kill her.

The two vampires sat back down in their cells. Preparing themselves for the torture to come. Occasionally it wouldn’t come, instead they would hear the sobs of a fear stricken Y/n as she begged the ‘scientists’ to give 12144 and 52836 a day off. It was those moments that made him soften for her.

When she would come down to where they stay with trembling hands and cups of blood.

As she handed the small offering to Klaus, he slid his hand out to grab her wrist gently. She immediately flinched and dropped the blood making her breathing escalate in panic.

“It’s alright” he soothed, pulling her closer to the bars so he could put his other hand on her cheek.

“I’m sorry” she whimpered “I’ll get more”

“It doesn’t matter sweetheart” he murmured, caressing her face gently and wiping the tears away. “I had two cups yesterday anyway” he reminded and she sniffed with a nod. “Come here love, let me hold you” he whispered, tugging her closer despite the shaking of her head a the cry that left her lips. Enzo watched with furrowed brows as Klaus managed to wrap his arms around her. Y/n’s body was pressed against the bars, still shaking as the vampire caressed her back slowly. Klaus looked over her shoulder to Enzo as Y/n melted against him. With hesitancy Enzo nodded and relaxed.

After nearly a full minute, he let her go and watched as her tearful eyes looked at his. Silently she turned around and left, whispering softly to Enzo on her way out.

Said vampire narrowed his eyes at Klaus “What game are you playing with her?” He asked lowly

“We need to get out. She needs to get out. This is how we do it” he mumbles

“Make her trust you and then use her? Like that will help her. You’ll only hurt her more” he sighed and Klaus rolled his eyes, sitting back down on the dirtied floors and shutting his eyes.

Y/n tried not to look him in the eye after that and she went back to pushing the cup of blood towards him instead of handing it to him. He could tell and Enzo could tell that something deeper was wrong. And it was only when it actually happened did they understand what.

It was Klaus’s turn to be shackled down and tested on. What he wasn’t ready for was when one of the scientists came in dragging Y/n by the wrist. He forced her infront of Klaus and shoved a syringe into her hands. She shook her head and begged no but as soon as her father stepped into the room she knew she had to do it. With one devastating look to Klaus, she injected him with the substance.

They made her test his blood and his reactions all afternoon, claiming that it was a good learning opportunity and she should finally get involved in the family business.

By the time she was finished, Klaus couldn’t see nor hear, he was certain for a moment that he was finally dead but eventually he woke a few hours later back in his cell.

After that, Y/n rarely brought them blood, she couldn’t face them. And when she had to face them, it was because she had to hurt them and that was even worse for everyone.

Neither vampire blamed her, they didn’t fight her when she would touch them. They would simply let it happen and internalise as much of their pain as possible so she wouldn’t cry as much.

Occasionally the other scientists would leave and she would immediately try stop their suffering. Asking what she could do. Enzo assure her that it was fine and she would hold his hand for a small while and feed him some water. Klaus would ask her to distract him which always confused her and ended up in a splurge of rambling so that he would be able to focus on something else. The amount of random stories that girl had told him wonder if she was just making them up on the spot but he didn’t mind if she was. Often she would caress his hand or shoulder as she spoke to try and give a sense of comfort.

One day, when Klaus was supposed to still be knocked out, she was in his cell with him. She had been told to clean the blood from the floor so that it wouldn’t smell and not to worry about 52836 because he wouldn’t wake for another hour. They underestimated his strength and the fact that Y/n would try sneak extra blood.

When he woke, his eyes slowly found her. She was down on her knees, scrubbing at the ground with a sponge quickly. It was clear she was on edge. She made it clear when she glanced over to him a few times. Only one of those times did she realise he was looking back at her and when it hit her she froze.

Klaus made sure not to move either, he wasn’t sure if the cage was open or not and he didn’t know if she would scream if he moved too quickly. He watched as she slowly began to stand up, he hesitantly moved his arm out and let his hand touch her ankle. A sound left her mouth as she went still again and watched him wrap his hand around her. “Can you help me sit up?” He asked quietly and reluctantly she nodded.

He let go of her and helped push himself up as much as he could while she supported the majority of his weight. She whispered her apologies as she managed to get him up and leaning against the wall.

“Thank you sweetheart” he whispered, his hand finding hers. She swallowed thickly but held his hand and sat beside him staring at the ground blankly.

Enzo was in the other room, being tested on as usual so Klaus had her to himself for a moment.

His eyes flicked to the lock of the cell, it was open and he knew that if he drained Y/n now that he would make it out. He felt her shuffle a little close to that she could transfer some of her body heat to his, and sighed to himself. Slowly he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “You’re not like them” he whispered, holding her closer.

“I don’t want to hurt you” she whispered sadly and he closed his eyes, cursing himself silently.

“I don’t want to hurt you either” he uttered “I’m sorry” he told her, just before lowering his head and sinking his teeth into her neck. He squeezed his eyes shut to try block out her cry of pain and confusion. Her blood burned down his throat with the vervain she’d ingested but regardless of the toxic herb, he could still feel his strength returning. Her hands desperately tried to push him off, sobs echoing through his cell as he drank. Klaus tried to be a gentle as he could but her squirming made it so difficult.

When her heart began to slow, and her her breathing quietened, he pulled his mouth off. She looked up at him with a look that could only be described as betrayal and fear. Still, he picked her up in his arms and kissed her head “it’ll be okay my love” he whispered, carrying her with him as he pushed the cell gate open. “I’ll be back” he promised, putting her on the ground, ignoring her cries as he went into the torture room.

After draining the three scientists in the room and tearing the shackles off of Enzo, he came back and picked up Y/n. Enzo was furious and took her straight off of Klaus, promising her that he had no idea this was what would happen.

The three of them managed to escape the building and Klaus broke into a random car, beckoning Enzo with Y/n into the back as he managed to get it started.

He glanced in the rear view mirror as Enzo stroked Y/n’s hair while she shook and cried and asked if her father was still alive.

Klaus’s eyes met Enzo’s in the mirror as he stepped on the gas. Neither had any idea what to do now.

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morningstargirl666 · 17 days

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WIP WEDNESDAY

No sneak peak as I don't have anything I'm happy with spoiling but-

The tbbw rewrite is going well, considering that's the wordcount for 11 completed chapters and 4 still in progress.

[muffled screaming]

#klaroline wip wed #klaroline #klaus x caroline #fanfiction #klaroline fanfiction #the big bad wolf #tbbw #morningstar writes #the mikaelson ball arc is nearly done #there's like 4 or 5 scenes to finish across the 3 chapters still in progress for that #and then like a week ago I did a complete 180 and started editing the damon murder arc #you're getting more kol content in that one because i can't help myself #oh and tbbw is 37 chapters now #did i mention that?#we'll see if that count goes up or down as i continue

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kaislittlecorner · 6 months

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mikaelson. mikael. son. son of mikael. I just got this. I feel so fucking stupid right now.

#if they ever mention this on the show no they don't #the originals #the vampire diaries #legacies #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #finn mikaelson #freya mikaelson #hope mikaelson

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witchcraftandgeekness · 1 year

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#every bloody time...#kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #damon salvatore #kaz brekker #the darkling #every other evan peters character #did i mention kol mikaelson #loki friggason #kai parker #too many to remember them all #theo raeken #void!stiles #peter hale #five hargreeves

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cdragons · 4 months

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Revenant

Summary: Kol Mikaelson's soul manages to leave and travel while he still remains daggered in his coffin. While he wanders around and bitches about his life, he meets an unexpected friend. Warning(s): VERY HEAVY crack fic, technical crossover of fandoms, weird shit, Kol is a horny-ass gremlin, Druig & Kaety are obsessed with each other, Kol has a thing for witches bc he got mommy issues, Klaus is a bitch

Note: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it! This fic came from an idea that I shared with @ethereal-athalia, and it is VERY much a crack fic. I don't have any plans in continuing this idea, but I wanted to write it out as a Christmas gift to @ethereal-athalia for how much of a good friend she's been to me. I never would have been able to do any of my fics without her in my corner. I own only my Hecate!OC. I do not own either Druig from Eternals, or Kol from TVD franchise. Also, Druig still very much exists in this fic and world bc I physically CANNOT write Kaety without Druig. Stay safe and hope that your upcoming year brings you all good health and happiness!

Kol hated being dead. Truly dead. Dead in a way that he couldn’t move or speak or live.

At least when he turned as a gift Mother Dearest he could still walk, even if he couldn’t use the arcane anymore. But of course, he would still always find his way back to witches and their magic. He couldn’t help it if he exuded that charm that made him so irresistible.

Gods, just remembering how pathetically sex-deprived his physical form was currently almost made him weep. He couldn’t wait until the moment he got that fucking silver dagger out of his chest. Nik was going to get it when he finally got out.

Sure, he may have crossed a line when he stated that Nik had a pair of buttocks flatter than a sheet of paper. But was he the one that gave his brother such lacking assets? No. That fault lied entirely with their mother and his biological father, thank you very much.

But alas, here his soul was, walking in a forest in the middle of some mosquito-flooded country.

At the very least, his gorgeous body was safe from the onslaught of bug bites and sweltering humidity. Only in the fucking Amazon did winter feel like summer.

Kol audibly groaned once more at the thought of his immaculate figure rotting away thanks to Nik. He couldn’t bear to think about how his illustrious fair skin being that dull grayish hue from being confined by death. At least when Bekah got daggered, Nik had the decency to make sure that her body remained stored in proper conditions and carefully encased in magic to prevent any harm coming to her. He had no guarantee. No, such love and devotion only went to ‘Lijah and Bekah when it came to Nik.

Story of his life: always an outsider, even with his own fucking siblings. Gods, he wanted nothing more than have his powers return to him. At least with magic by his side he’d finally be able to show Nik he wasn’t the only one with threats, he’d show him, he’d –

“Well, well, well,” came a new voice, “aren’t you a strange sight?”

Kol immediately turned his head to locate the mindless idiot that dared to interrupt his thoughts. Did humans devolve so pathetically that they no longer understood that when they see a soul wandering alone, that soul would likely be uninterested in any attempts of conversation? But looking at the individual who spoke to him, he was shocked beyond himself to witness such a devastatingly gorgeous woman before him. She had dark almond-shaped eyes and tall with legs that went on for miles. And her thick and illustrious raven waves practically flowed down the middle of her back like a black waterfall.

Dare he say it, this woman was almost as beautiful than him.

But regardless of how pleasing her outward appearance may be, she still would not be spared from his fury.

Pity, he would have loved to wrap those legs around his waist if he were actually here.

The corners of the woman’s lips went upward, and the cupid’s bow of her mouth was slightly pursed as she smirked, making her lips look plumper and more bitable than how they had right to be in the Original’s opinion. It was only a few seconds before the succubus burst out laughing. Her entire body arched with her back as she simply couldn’t contain herself.

“I’m sorry,” she said once he began to calm down, “but I’m afraid that I happen to be very happily married. In fact, I have been for the past near seven thousand years.” After making a quick glance up and down Kol’s near transparent form, she continued with a cat-like grin. “And I highly doubt someone as woefully young as you could satisfy a woman like me.”

Oh, now he was offended. Not being able to satisfy– did this woman have any idea who she was talking to? The list of names of men and women that swore they only believed in Heaven when Kol fucked them was so long that it would wrap the Earth twice. And she better believe than each time was more than consensual – they were begging him very enthusiastically to say the least. Who was this lady to assume –

Wait, did she say seven thousand years?

As if she could hear his thoughts, all the woman did was smiled before extending her hand.

“I think I’d like it very much if you and I became friends.”

Extending his own, Kol was surprised to see that his hand didn’t just pass through like it normally would for most physical objects. He could actually grasp her hand and feel the warmth passing through it. For the first time in…forever, Kol felt warmth flooding through him. He stared into her eyes, wondering how on Earth someone could live for seven thousand years. Even if she had the gift of mediumship, his presence was too well-hidden for even the most gifted and powerful medium to sense him.

Kol had to know more of her. He’d go mad if he didn’t.

“What are you exactly?” he carefully asked.

He could sense that this person was a being of extreme power. In the top of her finger, she likely contained far more power than Nik could possibly imagine, even in his wildest dreams. It seemed that being an invisible soul floating in the wind had its perks after all. If he was alive, walking and about, he’d never come across this marvel of a woman.

“I’d prefer if you began that question with ‘who’ than ‘what,’ but I suppose that matters little in this situation. My name is Kaetlyn, I prefer Kaet for my friends, but you may know me better as-”

“Hekate,” he whispered in awe, “Goddess of Magic. Titaness Mother of Witches and Monsters.”

“Surprised in a good way I hope?” Kaet asked with one brow raised.

“More or less, but I did imagine you about 30 feet taller with the night sky for skin and two more heads.”

“Well,” she softly chuckled, “I hope I didn’t disappoint you with my appearance. Now I’ll forgive you just this once for interrupting me. But only if you allow me to take you to my home.”

“Oh?” Kol asked, a salacious grin spreading across his face. Now things were getting interesting.

“Save it Kol Mikaelson-” ordered the ancient goddess as she raised her hand to her face as she pointed at him in warning- “I am taking you to the village that I run with my husband. So, I suggest that you keep your hands to yourself because he has a nasty little habit of being showing exactly how off-limits I am to youngsters such as yourself.”

“I never told you my-”

“You were once a witch, and I am the mother of magic. All witches and their magic came from me, including you.”

It really was so unfair how good she looked while talking over him. Oh well, he might as well play along. Finally, something interesting was happening in his life.

“So, who is this husband of yours, darling? And how can you be so sure that your husband could be a threat to me? You know who I am, what I became. What makes you so sure that once I enter your village, I won’t use my ghostly ways to end him.”

When Kol finished, he immediately felt a shift in the air. It was as if the sun had disappeared and the jungle went silent. It seemed that the animals that served as their audience went dead silent as if they were in anticipation for his end. The kind and amiable mirth of the chthonic witch shifted to dangerous and cold.

Kol had lived for over 700 years and after everything he done and witnessed, he had never felt such chill run down his spine.

“Listen well,” she began – her tone laced with the power and authority that came from someone of her position, “I won’t try to humor you with answering that ridiculous question, nor do I intend to let you presume that my kindness can be mistaken for naivety. My husband is one with abilities as ancient and powerful as mine. If you truly knew what he was capable of, you’d be far more terrified of him than you ever were of your father. That being said, if you ever try to threaten my husband or even think about go so far to joke about it again, I promise you that I can produce torture and incite fear that would make the devil weep in pity for you.”

Oh fuck, even as a ghost, Kol should not have been as aroused by her threats as he was in that moment.

But soon the tension dissipated and warmth from the sun returned to pass through him once more.

“Now that we have that matter cleared up, we really should get going. The sun’s about to set and you never know what or who would be lurking at night.”

With that being the final word, The Good Lady of the Night and Shadows turned around and made her way back to where he presumed to be the location of her home village. And what else could he do but follow her by how the slight sway of her hips seemed to beckon him.

Threats and chills mixed a beautiful witch with magic more ancient than time itself, Kol couldn’t remember the last time he felt so alive.

Authors' Note: And when Kol enters the village, he tries to flirt with Kaet in front of Druig like a dumbass, and his soul gets a major ass-whooping.

Tagging: @ethereal-athalia, @valeskafics, @klauslove, @carolineforbae, @misssophiachase

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qvnthesia · 7 months

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Obviously not scientific at all, but since the Mikaelsons are pretty split between blonde and brunette, do you think Dahlia's spell had anything to do with it? Like magic and creation can't come out of nowhere so what if her genetics or ability to have children were somehow involved in Esther being able to have children?

Huh, well, to be honest - this does warrant a biiiiit of science 😂 (tw: mentions of/allusions to possible incest)

Before answering, I'd just like to state that magic and science are like, related, of sorts. Magic is a science and science is simply magical.

With that said, in the TVDU universe, we've observed that the Mikaelsons are either blond/blondes or brunet/brunettes. We have Freya and Rebekah on the blonde side, which is a clear genetic inheritance from Esther. Elijah, Kol, Finn, and Henrik are on the brunet side, which comes from Mikael since the children I've mentioned so far are canonically Esther and Mikael's biological children. Klaus, on the other hand, definitely got his hair from Esther since it's canon (as per the TVDU wiki) that Ansel's hair is light brown.

Now, what you're saying about Dahlia's spell affecting their genetics is a very likely possibility - but not because of the spell, exactly. I'd say 50% spell, and 50% genetics.

How so? Well, Esther and Dahlia are blood siblings. It's safe to assume that one of their parents was light-haired and the other was dark-haired - hence Esther is blonde and Dahila is brunette. Now, when Esther pleaded for Dahila's help, obviously a spell to allow child-bearing and conception would require blood to - you know - ensure the terms of their agreement remain unbroken. So, I'm guessing Dahlia and Esther made a blood pact, which went totally to Dahlia's advantage, of course. Thanks to the blood pact, whatever genetics Dahlia inherited, the same traits were passed down to the dark-haired Mikaelson children which Esther conceived.

The probability of the genetics inherited by Dahlia being passed through the Mikaelson children is 85% likely. This is because, according to canon, Mikael has light brown/blond hair. The only person who comes close to having inherited Mikael's hair is Finn, who was conceived prior to the enactment of Dahlia's spell. The rest of the Mikaelson males that followed (Elijah, Kol and Henrik) have hair colors that are eerily similar to Dahlia's hair color - and they were conceived after the spell came into effect.

So, to answer your question - hell yeah. I think Dahlia and her genetic traits have most certainly passed down the Mikaelson children - which is genuinely a very uncanny observation, come to think of it.

Correlating their personalities, I can very well see Dahlia's hunger for power in Kol and her way with words in Elijah (with Esther's influence mixing in). Not to mention, her ruthlessness is reflected in Freya, not even considering the horrifying treatment she subjected her niece to. The siblings least affected by the conception spell are Finn, Rebekah (she mostly goes by Mikael), and Henrik (he'd definitely go after Esther and Mikael, but would follow Klaus more - hence turning out different). Klaus may seem similar to Dahlia, but that's just because of decades of paranoia ingrained by his woefully long existence. Otherwise, Klaus is definitely not like Dahlia at all, and is definitely least affected by the conception spell.

Now that I think about it, this theory just blows my mind. At this point, Esther's just created an incest fest where Dahlia can also be considered as a possible biological mother to Elijah, Rebekah, Kol and Henrik. There's a possibility that Klaus might come under this too, but I think his werewolf genetics definitely make him the exception to this. But, taking the previous thing into account, that definitely would make both Esther and Dahila as mothers to Elijah, Rebekah, Kol and Henrik 😵‍💫🤯

#tw: mentions of possible incest #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #henrik mikaelson #finn mikaelson #freya mikaelson #the originals #esther mikaelson #mikael mikaelson #qvnthesia's asks #fic inspo #sevensistersofsussex #tw: mentions of incest

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riderofblackdragons · 2 months

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How Is This Happening?

Ok so I have been heavily influenced by both @crimsonlyinglilly and @witchcraftandgeekness in regards to both actually writing this and also the main character lol

Summary: Elijah enlists the help of some witches help him have a way to contact his youngest brother, and some things change whilst others don't

1112 AD, Northern Europe

What?

Kol stared in shock at the letter lying before him, the white envelope lying almost innocently on the table. It was somehow still white, as though it had been set down in any other room, not one covered in blood. It stood out, even as it seemed to repel the red on the table that would've usually already tried to creep into it.

Kol was written on the front, in familiar neat handwriting, the runes starkly different from the alphabet he'd surrounded himself with in recent years. He passed his thumb over the letters, silently reading it, his mind gently slotting them into place as though from a half-forgotten place. He quickly regretted it, as the blood on his hands transferred onto the letters, smearing them into near-illegibility. The outside already stained, Kol opened the envelope, ignoring the slight bloodstains transferring onto the pristine inside as well.

Dear Kol, The letter inside began. Not Rebekah, then. Elijah, if Kol had to guess - as far as he knew, Finn was still in the wind, and he would be surprised if Klaus bothered to write to him at all. Before you ask, yes I know where you are. You have been leaving a trail leading directly to you, and I worry about it. Father is still out there, and I do not know if he would go after the rest of us if he cannot find Niklaus. If he was being honest, Kol hadn't considered that possibility at all, but he supposed he could see where Elijah was coming from with it. After all, Mikael hadn't just been beating Klaus whilst they were humans, Kol's brother was just his most frequent target.

Still, I remain hoping that this letter is finding you well. If not, I hope that it finds you at least clean, and not too badly injured. He paused from reading, glancing down at his blood-soaked body guilitly. Even if his older brother was unlikely to find out, Kol had never liked disappointing Elijah. But then, he still didn't know how this letter had gotten here, so he got up to change anyways. Just in case.

I have not heard anything about the whereabouts of Father, the letter continued once Kol returned to it, significantly cleaner. Which worries me, but the others are taking it positively. It makes you stand out, however, which I don't think I need to remind you is not good. Keep an eye out, Kol. I would not like to lose you.

Niklaus and Rebekah are doing well, the letter's tone almost gave him whiplash. - Rebekah has found herself a new playmate, although it appears that she is not interested in making this one become like us, for once. I do not know how well this will end, as he seems keen on killing vampires, and I have seen a few of his executions, but she insists that she is in love, and truly wishes to marry him. Still, it remains plausible that they will have a happy life together, since we cannot be killed by the methods he is using, but... I am unsure. Niklaus, I feel, would be pushing for her to leave him, but he has been enjoying the parties a little too much I fear, and involving himself in the local witch politics as of late.

He laughed, almost hearing Elijah's exasperated tone in his head as he read it. Kol could almost picture the disappointed look Elijah would direct to Klaus, making their brother almost shrink under it, before he'd slink off to go and try do something to make it up to Elijah. Rebekah wouldn't be deterred by Elijah's disappointment, of course, but it might make her a bit more cautious with her new paramour. Even as he thought it, Kol knew that she wouldn't. Not with how besotted Elijah said she was.

I have been doing my own experiments with the local witches, as well, Kol snorted. "So that's what they're calling hooking up nowadays," he muttered to himself ironicly.

And no, Kol, I have not been sleeping with any of them. He pouted at Elijah's answer, although he wasn't sure he quite believed it. Rebekah's paramour killed my last one, when he was discovered as a vampire. But I have been working, with the witches, on a spell to find blood relatives, which should help with locating Father as well. So far, it appears to work well with the witches, but something odd happens when we use my blood or Niklaus'. If you are wanting to help, we are still in Naples for the time being.

On the one hand, Kol was flattered by the invitation. Klaus wouldn't have, and he knew that Rebekah also wouldn't if Klaus didn't want Kol there, but Elijah had extended it, and there was still a part of Kol that just wanted to hide behind Elijah when things got bad. Plus, this was Elijah blatantly admitting that he wasn't as versed in magic as Kol was, which was always a nice thing to hear, and really did make him want to go, even if it was just to hear Elijah say the actual words in person.

On the other hand, it was dealing with witches. Kol wasn't sure if he could ever be around witches again, with their easy magic. The hole that losing his own had left was a big one, and feeding was the only thing to take even an edge off of it. It felt like a hot iron pressing salt into the wound of losing his magic, and a part of him did resent Elijah for bringing it up at all.

That being said, I will not force you too if you do not want to. The letter continued.

I will continue working on this until it is done to my satisfaction, and I am able to track Father regardless of where he is. Currently, it does not distinguish between family member either, however given your proclivities, I am sure that it should be easy to figure it out regardless, once it is able to track Father.

Please stop drawing so much I believe it would be in your best intrest to move on either way, since you haven't kept your head down these past few decades. Unless you have a 100% guarentee that any letter will not be intercepted by Father, please do not reply.

Stay safe,

Elijah

Kol sighed to himself, weighing up his options. He reread the letter a few times, considering. They didn't know where Mikael was. Rebekah's new lover was killing as many vampires as he could get his hands on, including Elijah's newest thing, (and Kol would have loved to see Klaus' face when he found out it was a boy. Kol knew, of course, Elijah had quietly met up with one of the boys in the village before he'd become a werewolf, and then Tatia had arrived anyways, but he was sure that Klaus hadn't). It was only a matter of time before Rebekah's lover discovered that they were vampires, and tried to kill them too.

Sighing again, Kol realised that he already knew what he was going to do. A letter like this, mentioning how potentially dangerous Rebekah's new lover was, and how she wasn't seeing it despite Elijah's warnings? Mentioning that Klaus wasn't paying much attention to it either? From Elijah, it was almost a plea for backup. And of course there was no mention of Finn - Kol knew Elijah knew Kol didn't care much for the news of their oldest brother, even if Elijah was still keeping tabs on him too.

He looked around the town hall he'd desecrated with the bodies of its villagers. He was done here anyways.

"Guess I'm off to Naples, then" He muttered to himself, moving to get his things (and whatever else he thought was interesting) before he left.

1376 AD, Africa

"A letter for you," Ayan, one of the witches Kol was working with, approached him.

He'd been with this tribe of witches for a few years now, and they'd gotten used to letters appearing from nowhere with his name on them, as he had, at least once a year. There was no surprise about it anymore, and Kol had long since gotten used to Elijah sending updates on how he and their siblings (except Finn) were doing. Elijah's little box, linked to the spell he'd been working on in Naples over a century beforehand, had proven useful in this regard, and Kol knew that he for one appreciated the steady (or as steady as it could be given it came at a rate of at least once a year) stream of letters detailing his brother's exploits.

He took the letter from her hand eagerly, curious about what Elijah would have to say this time. He'd last written only a few months beforehand, after all, and Kol hadn't expected a new one for a while yet. Still, any letter was always appreciated: it helped when he started thinking that he was loved less - he was certain Klaus running off wouldn't have made Elijah turn to inventing an entire new method of communication just to send him letters. Maybe if Rebekah had, but that was different. Rebekah was their little sister, it was different.

Dear Kol, the letter began, as it always did.

As of the moment, Mikael has caught up with us again. I have had to lead him off, and away from our siblings, but I felt that you should know, as he may decide to see if Niklaus and Rebekah have turned towards you for safety this time. Kol blinked as he read it, eyebrows raising. Mikael was in Aragon now? Although, it seemed that he knew that Kol was by himself in Africa, which was... Not good. And it seemed Elijah was concerned about it as well, which made Kol feel slightly better. He looked back to the letter, his eyes glancing over the vaguely familiar alphabet.

Myself, I shall be heading towards you as well, in order to lead him off - my aim is to reach the continent and head further east, however, travelling through Egypt and up into the Ottomans. I have sent Niklaus and Rebekah further north and west from here, but I am unsure if they will obey entirely. I have found a book in the past few weeks, before I heard of Mikael's arrival - I had intended to read it first, to check if it would have any use to you, but with this recent developement I cannot. It is from a sub-branch of the Gemini coven, taken up here a century or so back.

The Gemini coven? Kol knew of them, with their powerful magic and annoying leaders. He'd met them once, still trying to find his magic, and were it not for his being and Original vampire, he was sure they would have killed him. As it was, their prison world had been very annoying to escape, and had taken Elijah a few years (or so his brother said - he'd refused to tell him the exact number until Kol had figured out what year he'd returned to, and realised it'd been over a decade) to get him back out. Still, they had a tendency towards siphon witches, which Kol assumed was what his brother's new book might be about.

It did warm him, slightly, that his brother had thought of him, and hadn't wanted to lead him on a random chase with this potential new lead. Elijah knew how damaging losing his magic was, and Kol was somewhat grateful for his brother's (admittedly limited) help with it.

I will try to get it to you, but it would be appreciated if you could begin heading to Egypt for now, and I will meet you there.

We haven't found any further leads on the Petrova line, so Niklaus has been in a bit of a mood lately. The last one turned out to not be from Tatia's line, she just looked randomly similar. But her blood couldn't be used for the ritual, and we haven't found the moonstone yet either. I fear that Niklaus might start trying to kill the rest of us again, with how violent he's been becoming, and if she gets her heart broken again I believe Rebekah is not that far off either. I cannot tell if my presence and advice is helping at all, so it may be too late already, but I would heavily advise you, as I am doing to our older brother as well, to stay away from Niklaus at least. I do not want to see your body in a coffin, Kol. The letter ended with its typical sign-off after that.

Ah yes, the doppelgänger business. Kol knew how obssessed Klaus was over that, especially since the last one they'd found had recently died from some disease before they'd gotten there. Kol could still remember Elijah's written rant on the topic, and on how badly Klaus had reacted to the news. He'd been distracted by some other supernatural thing shortly after, thankfully, but now it seemed as though he'd gone back to wanting to become a mutt a dozen nights a year, for some reason. Elijah had told Kol that his own quest for his magic back was similar, but personally Kol couldn't see that. Klaus hadn't even known he was a werewolf until after they became vampires!

But the news of Klaus' temper was worrying. If Elijah was actually admitting that he didn't want to be around Klaus for long periods of time, it was bad. Kol had to wonder how badly he'd (or maybe Rebekah had? But then Elijah would be writing that, wouldn't he?) been injured by Klaus, for him to even imply that something was wrong. He admitted so to his friends around him, the witches agreeing to accompany him for a short trip to Egypt before they headed back south, to see if Elijah's book had anything useful in it.

And, although he wouldn't ever admit it, especially not to Elijah's face, maybe Kol was a bit worried about his older brother. Just maybe.

1702, Cádiz, Spain

Elijah's letter turning up now, at this moment, felt like déjà vu, like the first time his older brother had written him a letter, and had it successfully delivered to him. Unlike then, however, Kol wasn't shocked to see it, and instead of panicking, he just opened the letter. After he'd wiped his hands of blood, of course. He hadn't forgotten his manners, and past experience had proven Elijah would somehow know if he picked it up with blood on his hands.

Dear Kol, He skimmed over the typical introduction Elijah gave. Unless it was very urgent, and Elijah forgoed a typical letter to just scribble out the necessary information, Kol's brother would always start his letters off with the same beginning. Aside from that one time he'd gotten drunk on vervain-spiked wine... But this wasn't one of those times.

Rumours have sprung up recently, about you starting your mass-killings back up again. Of course, I'm sure that you know of my feelings regarding these types of mass-killings, Kol laughed a little as he read it. Oh yes, he definitely knew Elijah's thoughts on it. It wasn't as though he and Klaus hadn't been put to many of Elijah's rants on the subject, both together and seperately. It started with "this is an enthical thing to do", ran through "it could lead our father to us again", and tended to end at "I'm disappointed in you".

-so I doubt I need to reiterate them to you again in this letter. No he didn't, and Kol would be very happy to never hear that particular lecture again.

That being said, are you okay? Years ago, the first time Elijah had asked, Kol hadn't trusted it. His brother was so concerned with Klaus and Rebekah ever since they'd become vampires, Kol had just been pushed to the side. He hadn't been asked that by one of his siblings since they were humans, and even then it was mostly from either Elijah, who still had to look after their other 3 siblings as well, or Henrik, who was too young to really be able to do anything. Now, though, after hundreds of letters, and countless assurances of Elijah's care for him, Kol knew the question was just out of concern.

Still, he wasn't quite sure of the answer to it.

You haven't done such a thing in decades, and I worry that something has happened, to make you restart it now. He glared at the words. Elijah wasn't wrong, unfortunately. There was no way to return his magic, and Kol had finally admitted defeat for all his years of searching, and he was sure Elijah hated to find out that his way of coping was through so much bloodshed.

But he also knew that when Elijah found out, he'd get sympathy and attention, and maybe that would be worth it, if he didn't recieve a lecture on it. Sure, there'd be taunts from Klaus about acting like a new fledgling, but Elijah would be on his side for this one, and Klaus always needed taking down a few pegs nowadays.

Niklaus' attentions - speak of the devil and your brother shall write of him, of course he was who Elijah was writing about first - have caught Mikael's eye as well, and so we have made plans to escape on a ship to the so-called "New World", that you and I know as the continent of your birth. Of course, since your killings are both so similar, it may have slowed Mikael down, but I think we are both aware that it increases the danger to you.

It was interesting, that bit about their father. Kol knew that his victim profile was different from Klaus' or at least he believed so, since Klaus tended to actually think about who he was picking, unlike Kol's "eat whoever's closest" strategy. He thought it was because of Elijah's closer influence, and subsequent disappointment if they weren't subtle enough for his liking, to Klaus, compared to Kol's frequent travelling and less frequent meetings with their siblings. Either way, it was odd that Mikael had taken a bit to realise the difference between then.

Still, they were planning on travelling back to their homeland? Kol's first thought was that he wanted to go too. It'd been centuries since they'd been over there, with neither Europe nor Asia or Africa believing in its existence it was hard to find travel there unless they made it themselves. Which, no. Kol wasn't going to do that, and as far as he was aware, none of his siblings (except maybe Finn) had missed their home village enough to return there.

It was a smart move, he had to admit. Mikael wouldn't expect it. It would be dangerous for Kol to stay in Europe if they did, since Mikael would probably spend at least another decade looking for them around here before he realised they'd slipped out from under him again.

Unfortunately, the letter continued, despite my suggestions and advice, he wishes to bring you with us. By force if necessary, I am told. That was just so fucking typical of Klaus, wasn't it? Even if Kol didn't want to go, to pretend to be a part of their happy family (he had missed Rebekah, and talking to Elijah face to face, but that didn't matter in the moment), he'd be forced to! Probably by that blasted dagger too, Kol was sure that Klaus still kept them on him, even if he wasn't in the business of using them on his favourite siblings.

It did provide a good reason for Kol not to go, though. He may have been scared of Mikael, as they all were in various stages, and didn't want to stick around on the same continent as he failed to find his children and his wife's bastard child, but that didn't mean he'd be safe with them. Kol knew his brother, knew that he'd most likely be daggered for disobeying even one time, regardless of who it was had told him what to do. Elijah? That was Klaus' favourite brother, who'd pretty much raised him, Kol wasn't avoiding the dagger even if Elijah protested it. Rebekah? Their little sister, she'd scream and pout and next thing Kol knows, Klaus has gotten bored a few centuries on and there's a dagger being removed from his chest.

No, it was safer to just run to a different continent. Maybe Asia? He hadn't been there in a while, he'd be interested in seeing if they had a new dynasty already. He'd have to lay low, of course, but it would be well worth it to keep himself from Mikael and Klaus. He'd still get Elijah's letters, if his older brother wasn't too mad about it, but why would Elijah mention this if he wasn't warning Kol about this? Kol couldn't be sure, but he found himself wanting for Elijah to keep doing it. It was strangely comforting, having the regular updates on his siblings' (minus Finn, Kol hoped he'd stay far away from all of them) lives.

He'd still get Elijah's letters, if his older brother wasn't too mad about it, but why would Elijah mention this if he wasn't warning Kol about this? Kol couldn't be sure, but he hoped Elijah would keep doing it. It was strangely comforting, having the regular updates on his siblings' (minus Finn, Kol hoped he'd stay far away from all of them) lives.

I know that you are having a good time in Spain, not matter my personal feelings on it, and I don't want to ruin it, Kol still didn't know how Elijah knew where he was, especially when he wasn't killings tons of people. He wasn't sure he wanted to know, to be honest, and with Finn evading us as well, Niklaus is getting rather agitated at the moment. Of course he was, it meant that Kol and Finn were both out of his control. It was rather ironic, in his opinion, that Klaus had ended up so similar to Mikael, both grasping at the straws of control over their younger family members, when Klaus was neither Mikael's true son nor liked the man at all.

I would be a bad brother to him if I warned you about this, Kol scowled at the letters. A bad brother to Klaus? Elijah had stuck by Klaus for over 5 centuries, disregarding the rest of them for their half-brother's safety. He could do with being a little less of a good brother to Klaus, and maybe a bit of a better one to his other siblings.

He was mollified, however, by the next letters on the page. So I am not doing that. However, I would be just as a bad of a brother to you if I neglected to warn you of this, and that we are currently enjoying Lisbon at the moment.

They were in Portugal? The rest of the paragraph was suddenly irrelevant. Elijah was warning him of where they were, and therefore how soon they could get to him. Musings over whether or not he was a good brother to Kol specifically didn't matter, not when he knew how soon he could afford to waste hanging around in Spain. Kol knew how to read between the lines, Elijah didn't want Klaus knowing that their brother had warned him. If he waited for another day or so, it should disguise it, given that by his calculations he had a week until they got to him, give or take a few days.

Rebekah is packing her bags at the moment - she ate a woman I have been conversing with - Elijah would've hated that, Kol knew. A pretty woman he was getting along with, being eaten by his little sister? He'd punished them for lesser slights than his love life being interferred with - with the most exquisite diamonds that I shall not be able to break into any time soon, it seems.

And that was a different reason than he'd expected, he had to admit. Maybe the woman wasn't that pretty, then, if Elijah had been more interested in what was on her neck than her face? But striking looks had never been one to deter Elijah from trying to getting into something that could help their family better, Kol had to admit, so it was plausible that he could be annoyed with Rebekah for both ruining his plans and his love life, this time.

Because of this, I have made sure she can only use HER maids for this, and not anyone else, and Niklaus has agreed to my conditions. That part was only slightly a surprise. Klaus may adore Elijah, but he didn't always agree when it came to Rebekah, and definitely not when she was in trouble. Elijah must've been in a real mood, for Klaus to have agreed with it. Of course, their brother may have fought Elijah on it before agreeing, but... Kol quickly scanned the rest of the letter for news on Klaus giving the cold shoulder, and nothing. He hadn't argued then, or Elijah would most likely have written of his upset, or of how their current residence was trashed in a fight.

I have been hearing her complaints on this ever since she started packing, but it will not change my decision. Of course it wouldn't. Kol could count how many times Elijah had changed his mind on punishments he'd personally given on two hands, which really wasn't that many given how many centuries they'd been alive by now.

Still, Rebekah must have really hated it, if she was still complaining about it. She had to have known that Elijah wasn't going to change his mind on this, and Klaus wouldn't be allowed to help either, for fear or Elijah's ire being turned onto him next.

He really didn't envy either of them in this situation.

In similar news, her latest flight of fancy learned what we are, and chose to flee in the night, after he discovered this by drinking what he thought was wine from her cup. Good for him, Kol thought. Rebekah's lovers frequently didn't end up with a happily ever after, whether that be as a vampire or otherwise. He could understand why Elijah was glad this one was run off, even without the added context of Elijah's letters complaining about him.

Of course, she was drinking blood, we are civilised, after all, but personally I believe that Niklaus may have had something to do with this. Because of course it wouldn't have been Elijah, Kol's self-sacrificing brother wouldn't have run the boy off regardless of how distasteful he found him to be. Not if he made Rebekah happy.

His theory about it being partially Klaus' fault, though... That was rather likely. Klaus had never been that fond of sharing his favourite siblings, especially not with their lovers, and if he'd seen Elijah's contempt of the man, well. It would be two birds, one stone for Kol's half-brother. No lover to take up Rebekah's time, and getting rid of an annoyance for Elijah? Klaus would definitely see the benefit of that.

You know that Rebekah has never been the most attentive when it comes to providing her lovers with vervain, and I am certain it is true this time as well. Yes, Rebekah was rather forgetful when it came to providing her men (and women, a few times, but Kol hadn't missed how she preferred dealing with the opposite sex, unlike the majority of her siblings) with vervain, but he felt that Elijah wasn't considering the possibility that Rebekah had noticed his unease around the man as well, and was under the impression that Elijah had been the one to send her newest toy running, and was just trying to cover his tracks by blaming their brother (who would probably be all too willing to take the blame for Elijah. So would Kol, when he thought about it. He supposed he should grateful Elijah didn't ask for that kind of thing very often).

Still, she refuses to hear it, of course she didn't! See Kol's previous point about signs pointing to Elijah instead of their brother. Which I believe is a symptom of how happy Niklaus has made her by mentioning you would be joining us.

He raised an eyebrow at that. Sure, their relationship wasn't all that antagonistic, and definitely nothing like his relationships with any of their 3 remaining brothers, but it still wasn't anything that could make her so happy she'd ignore the culprit of her latest ex leaving her, as far as he knew.

Our sister has missed you greatly, these past few decades, even if Niklaus plans on daggering you if you cause him any trouble. Alright, so maybe Kol was wrong. Maybe Rebekah did care enough about him to eagerly start packing when she was told she could see him again. That was rather nice to read, actually. Made his dead heart feel a little warmer inside of him.

It did almost make him reconsider his decision, however. Laying low in another continent did still seem like his best option, but. That was his little sister, and a part of him had never quite outgrown performing silly little tricks to make her smile. Or in this case, hang around Spain and most likely get daggered by their half-brother, to see her joy again.

Her excitement over this wasn't dampened when I asked our brother if he knew where you were, but he's saying that it doesn't matter because he knows I do.

Ok, it was cheering to know that however Elijah was able to constantly know where he was, Klaus didn't have access to it. Maybe it was a spell? But that kind of spell would probably drive him insane, and the only ones like it that Kol knew of wouldn't be able to distinguish family members from other loved ones anyways. And those spells would, because it beared repeating, have driven Elijah insane. They were immortal, and Elijah had a big heart if you could enter it past the barrier of his family. So definitely not one that kind of spell, then.

Given that he's been polishing his daggers again recently, I do hope you don't mind that I gave the subject up, especially since he is right in this regard.

Kol considered being angry at Elijah for it, but ultimately disgarded the impulse. After all, he'd do the same in the situation. He really hated being daggered, as did Rebekah, he knew, and it was somewhat gratifying now to have written proof that Elijah also didn't like them. He didn't need the proof that Klaus was a controlling asshole, but it was nice to have either way.

I may care for you, you are my brother after all, but I also know that neither of us particularly like being daggered, and I am in more danger of that than you are at the current moment. He'd already decided to not get angry at Elijah, but it was nice to have more reasons (excuses, a poisonous little part of his mind (that sounded vaguely like his mother) whispered to him) not to.

I look forward to seeing the aftermath of your presence soon, Elijah

Well at least his older brother didn't expect him to try and clean up, or gods forbid hide what he'd done here. And Elijah had, although maybe not in so many words, given Kol a loud and clear go ahead to run from them, and abandon this place entirely. Sure, Kol would've done it anyways, with just the advanced warning he'd been given, but it was always nice to have permission.

Now, which country to go to first...

#elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #the originals #to #tvd #fanfiction #my fanfiction #letters to my brother au #the mikaelsons (mentioned)#vampire diaries

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bakerolivias-archived · 2 years

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Give a person fire, and they'll be warm for the rest of the day. Set a person on fire, and they'll be warm for the rest of their life.

Elena and Jeremy (about killing Kol)

#tvd #elena gilbert #jeremy gilbert #kol mikaelson #come on that's.... exactly what happened #incorrect quotes #tvd crack #tvd spoilers #fire mention cw

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philtatosbuck · 2 years

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the thing about “this character would be interesting if they weren’t a villain” aus is that you have to account for the people they hurt and have every reason to hate them and why they would still be disliked

an example being freya and dahlia from the originals. dahlia’s all about family more so than power but feels esther betrayed her, fine. in an au with no magic, maybe she’s just disconnected from esther, fine. but then you have to remember that freya only hates dahlia because she was taken from her family with no say in the matter and was raised to never be able to fall in love without fearing for the life of her partner and she was isolated from everyone else at the age of FIVE because of things she couldn’t understand.

so in aus where that never happened, it’s weird that freya and dahlia still hate each other for no reason ESPECIALLY considering that they’re both similarly very protective about their family. if dahlia were a regular aunt and not someone who kidnapped freya from her home, they’d get along just fucking fine, i would think. like, if dahlia were to get along with any of the mikaelsons in a non human au, i think it’d be freya, klaus and/or kol

but if for whatever reason they still don’t like each other, fine. there’s gotta be a reason. and i think it’s absolutely weird as hell when that reason is framed as FREYA being the problem considering their canonical dislike of each other is esther and dahlia’s fault, not the person who was an actual child who got traumatized and isolated. it’s weird! give me a good reason! give me esther still manipulated the shit out of it or give me dahlia and freya being Eldest Sister companions

#this is a weird and very specific gripe #but this is surprisingly something i've seen from five different writers #i do not understand the thought process at all #i just think it would be the equivalent of aus where they're human #and mikael and klaus don't get along #and it's framed as being klaus' fault #like whatever the reason what dahlia did to freya was not okay or valid at all #freya mikaelson #dahlia #the originals dahlia #aunt dahlia #i mfin guess?#the originals #kol #klaus #just because they got mentioned #esther mikaelson

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fatesurvived-arc · 9 months

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Notification! @all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone: Get the hell away from me.

Blood dripped from his lips, leaving red trails down his chin and throat. The Ancestors had a hold on him. She was strong enough to have pushed him away (he had no clue how honestly) when he'd realized what had happened he stepped backward. Her broken tone confirmed what he feared most. That she would be afraid of him. ❝ Davina -- I... ❞ There wasn't a damn thing that he could say to her to make it better. ❝ Run. Go! ❞ He instructed her in nothing more than a sharp growl, he could feel himself losing control once more. ❝ I'm sorry. ❞ He murmurs, speeding outside of the building only stopping roughly against a wall, hands gripping at the stone. She was going to die, by his hand. That much he was certain.

#( x. answered )#allthatisgoldisnowgone #𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ KOL MIKAELSON.#blood tw #death mention #death tw #( x. queue )

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tragcdysewn · 1 year

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@lcnelyhearted asked: 🥡 : ( SENDER ) picks up( RECEIVER )food + delivers it to them. ( davina & kol )

“have i mentioned lately that i love you?” davina commented, hopping up from her place on the couch to give him a kiss on the cheek, before stealing the bag of food from him.

#( && davina claire interacts )#( && kol mikaelson )#food mention tw

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klausysworld · 11 months

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can you write hcs for arguments with toxic!klaus and how he makes up for them

(I think this is pretty obvious but a trigger warning before you read this as it is essentially emotional abuse and sometimes physical/the fear of physical——I hope if anyone is struggling with something like that they find a way out of it and remember how strong they truly are)

A relationship with a Toxic!Klaus Mikaelson:

Your relationship with Klaus started off like a fairytale. He was like you saviour, he rescued you from crazy vampires, viscous wolves and temper-mental witches.

He kept you safe and protected, you were his favourite human, his favourite person. He always lifted you up when you were down and provided you with more than you could ever want or need.

He was perfect with all his dazzling presents and charming personality. His compliments were a constant and the look in his eye that he held for you was clear as day to all around that he was in love.

But having the devil love you…well you should have been prepared to be burned.

His jealousy was one thing. And at first it was somewhat cute. It reminded you that he loved you and he only wanted you but after a while it was just disheartening that he had such little trust in you.

And with the possessiveness mixed into it, well he wasn’t easy to calm down. He never let you out of his sight.

His grip on your wist would be tight to keep you at his side and the look he gives you is threatening when he leaves you for even a second. A warning to not go against his rules.

Klaus has a lot of unspoken rules.

And to begin with the punishments were fun, and desirable but they became feared. It went from him showing you how much he loved you and how you should only want to be with him, to “how dare you turn your back on me! It’s like you don’t even love me anymore!” And “you never wanted to be here in the first place, you’re a sneaky little thing I’ll give you that but I will not be taken for a fool and be exploited but some pathetic lesser being!”

‘Pathetic’ was a word he used all too much. He spat the word at you with such aggression you began to believe it. You felt it, you were it.

And now when he ‘took his anger out on you’, even if it was rough sex, you began to worry. He was rough, too rough, so rough it hurt but you couldn’t ask him to stop because you knew it would piss him off.

The fear of him ever purposely physically harming you was so high, you grew sensitive to loud noises and harsh touches, your body flinching and your instincts pushing you to fight or flight but you fought against them.

Glasses were his favourite thing to throw if he hadn’t already flipped a table. Pure rage on his face and he threw ridiculous accusations at you and each time you denied it his expression only darkened.

Once you took a different approach and decided to ‘confess’ to his lies but that resulted in 5 stitches when a shard of glass caught your skin after he launched a bottle of bourbon at the wall beside your head.

That was a day that haunted the both of you.

His face had never dropped faster when he saw the blood spill from your cheek and your hand covering your mouth as you let out a mic of a sob and a scream before you sprinted out of the house. He nearly lost his mind when nobody knew where you were only to over hear a conversation of you with a nurse when he had checked the hospital

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“No no it was stupid, I walked straight into the thorns dangling over my doorway, I really need to get them cut it just slipped my mind” you lied through your teeth and smiled at the nurse who studied you closely

“Well just incase,” she handed you a card “they’ll pick up at any hour, don’t be afraid” she whispered squeezing your hand as you looked down to the helpline.

“It won’t be necessary but thank you” you forced a smile and stood up slowly. You felt like you were going to be sick as you dropped the card into the bin and walked toward the exit.

Klaus had seen the card and his heart clenched in pain at the thought of the nurse thinking you were in an abusive relationship.

He was right outside the hospital door when you walked out making you jump.

He made a cautious approach before gently tracing the stitches on your cheek with a frown before pulling you into a hug

“Please forgive me sweetheart” he whispered, his voice cracking “I would never do this to you on purpose” he told you “I would never harm you” he added “I was paranoid, this is my fault, I take full blame. I am so sorry my love, forgive me” he pleaded, he was down on his knees on the cold floor at 11 o’clock at night with his arms around my waist and his face against your stomach as he begged for your forgiveness. And for whatever reason, you gave him it.

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A mistake. Forgiveness was a mistake.

And yet it was something you handed to him like a neighbour would give out candies to children on Halloween.

He made you weak. And yet somehow he had it in his head that you made him weak. That you ruined his life. You weaselled your way in and made him feel sorry for you.

He had to look after you, it would have been cruel to leave someone so fucking pathetic to try survive on their own.

But that was cruelty you would have preferred.

And yet you were unable to leave, get away from him.

No matter what happened he always seemed to trick you into forgiving him.

He always had an “I’m sorry” present at the ready, perfectly wrapped and given to you like it were the most precious thing in the world.

His touch was so soft after making you cry, his arms lifting you off of the floor which you had been lead on for hours while he stormed out to “cool down” and told you not to move.

He would lower you into a warm bath and wash you gently, his lips kissing your shoulder as his fingers massage your head. No words would leave your mouth as he whispered words of kindness to you, no blush would form on your face when he told you how beautiful you were.

And when he dressed you in his henley and only your underwear, you felt uncomfortable because you did not want his hands on you like that anymore. You didn’t want to feel disgusting with someone you loved.

But he would hold you so close, his hands rubbing your back and playing with your fingers as he murmurs promises of a better future.

Empty promises.

But at the time they were little pieces of hope.

Things to believe in and wish for.

He loved you, there was no question about it but he was not capable of showing it in a way that kept you both happy.

He was scary, he humiliated you and made you feel worthless with and without him.

But he had put a roof over your head, he got food in your belly and clothes on your body. You were nothing without him.

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Braver Together

(Should've Known Better Part Two)

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x reader, Klaus Mikaelson x reader, Mikaelsons x sister-in-law!reader, Hope Mikaelson x mother-figure!reader Summary: Ever since your heart was broken, you became scared of love altogether, but then the most unexpected thing happens and you realize that there was no point in being alive if you weren't living. So you force yourself to face your fears and start being brave... with some help, of course. Warnings: very long, mentions of cheating, angst (with more fluff tho imo), complicated relationships, death, ofc violence, and i totally bend the tvd-originals timeline Words: 10.6K

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a/n is at the end of the post.

When you accepted Klaus’ proposal a thousand years ago, you could’ve never imagined that your life would end up the way it would. For a long time, you were happy, maybe even the happiest girl in the world. It didn’t matter if your family was dead—the Mikaelsons became your family. And for a while, that was fine with you, but now it just felt like torture to be with them every single day.

But you supposed that you signed your life away when you married your husband.

His infractions amazed you, but you still didn’t leave him, even when every bone in your body begged you to. It was the little things, like watching Hope smile as she opened presents on Christmas morning, that made you feel like it was worth it.

You had grown attached to her. While you still weren’t the best of friends with her mother, you remained civil for her. After all, you were both stuck in this family with no way of escaping, so you found it pointless to continue to ignore her.

Klaus, however, was much more deserving of your ignorance, but like Hayley, you pushed that to the side. Your feelings didn’t matter when their child was involved. Even though you weren’t her mother, Hope felt like a daughter to you. Her name was so fitting; she really was this family’s last hope, and she was definitely yours.

Over the years you had, you managed to mend your relationship with Rebekah, even if it was never really the same as it was before. You were no longer running around Chicago together, dancing the night away, but now you had responsibilities to care for and hurt in your hearts. Rebekah had always been a child of sorts, but coming back to this city forced her to grow up. In a way, you supposed you did, too.

Elijah and you were better after that talk you had that one Christmas Eve, not as good as before, but better, and for the time being, that was good enough.

Sometimes, as you were playing with Hope in the living room, your siblings surrounding you, you lied to yourself and pretended you were a family again. But you knew better now. You’d been here before already.

But then something happened, something that almost made that lie feel real.

You walked into the Abattoir with a wide smile on your face, a sight that’d become rare to see. But when you were with Hope, it was impossible for the corners of your lips not to go up. She was giggling at something you said, but, looking back, you couldn’t even remember what it was.

There were shopping bags in your hands. You just took her out to get clothes for her first time at school. You were expecting to see the family seated on the couches, prepared to watch her “runway” her new wardrobe.

Instead, you were met with an apparent crisis. Rebekah sat on the couch, hand cupped over her mouth in shock, tears in her eyes. Hayley stood off to the side, glancing in between Elijah and Klaus, the former staring pointedly at an unknown man whose back was turned to you and the latter with his arms crossed, also staring at said man.

At your entrance, Hayley looked over to you, seeming to let out a breath, as if she was thankful to have a reason to leave the situation. “Mommy, mommy!” Little Hope waved Hayley over, even though she was already walking in your direction. “Me and Auntie Y/N/N bought pretty clothes! Wanna see?”

“Yes, sweetheart, just after your father and Uncle Elijah work this out.” She picked the child up, glancing your way with a sort of warning in her eyes, nodding over to where the rest of the family stood before she looked back to Hope. “For now, why don’t we get you in the bath?”

Hope groaned in protest, making you smile in amusement, but Hayley paid no mind to this, taking her upstairs. Your smile was immediately wiped away. The look the werewolf gave you suggested that something was going on, something she didn’t want Hope to be apart of. The rest of the Mikaelsons hadn’t taken their attention off the man they were staring at for even a second, worrying you.

So, you placed the shopping bags you were holding down next to the gate, walking towards them with your arms held out. “What’s going on?” You asked, but no one turned to answer you. Your brows furrowed. Just as you were about to ask again, the mystery man turned around and it was like the wind was knocked out of you instantly.

Standing right in front of you was no stranger. It was Kol Mikaelson.

For a moment, you almost forgot how to breathe. He gazed at you tenderly with an indecipherable look in his eye. Before you could get to even trying to figure it out, you jumped out of your shock and engulfed him into a tight hug that he quickly reciprocated. Tears leaked out of your eyes for the first time in years.

After a minute, you pulled away, patting his arms and looking him up and down, like you were trying to figure out if he was real. He looked just like Kol, just like your Kol. You pinched yourself, causing the man to let out a small chuckle.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you, Y/N,” he said, and you were gobsmacked because that was his voice, his voice that you hadn’t heard in years. As you realized this was real, that this was really Kol, you pulled him in for another hug.

Kol was the one to pull away this time, cupping your cheeks with his hands and wiping your tears away. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish, trying to find the right words to use, trying to figure out what you even wanted to say. When he died, you felt like there was so much left unsaid, but now you didn’t know where to start. “How- how are you here?”

He softly smiled at you, so different in comparison to the usual Mikaelson smirk that you were used to. “I’m going to explain everything.”

All of a sudden, you heard a throat clear, reminding you of the others in the room that you’d somehow forgotten about. You looked behind Kol to see Elijah, straightening his cufflinks. “Yes, it appears that we all have a lot to discuss,” he remarked, almost looking uncomfortable. You then glanced to Klaus whose jaw was clenched. Rebekah was still in the same exact position as before, expressionless.

Kol guided you to the couch next to her, telling the brothers they should sit, too. And then he told you all the story of a lifetime.

You listened intently as Kol explained how he was alive. He said he had been on the other side, watching all of you every day. Hearing this made you tense as you wondered what he could’ve possibly seen or heard; you were embarrassed that he might’ve seen how Klaus treated you and how you stayed, but your mind didn’t linger on the subject for long as he continued with his story.

He said the other side started to fall apart, all thanks to the travellers and their sociopathic leader, Markos. You were surprised he was even real; when you came across travellers in the past, you thought they were insane, but it turned out that they actually had real power, enough to bring down a supernatural purgatory that had existed long before even your time.

Kol then said he went back to Mystic Falls after a witch told him that Bonnie Bennett had taken the place of the other side’s anchor. He explained how, following Stefan’s death, the scooby gang engaged in a plan to bring him and their other fallen friends back.

“So I was stuck with my life in the witch’s hands.” He suddenly looked to you. “She refused at first, but when I mentioned you, she eased up and decided to let me through.” For some reason, this information made you freeze. You were stuck staring into Kol’s eyes until he eventually looked away, making you shake your head. “Whatever you said to her, Y/N, may have just saved my life.”

You knew what he was referring to. Long ago, when you were still in Mystic Falls, before Klaus cheated and before Kol died, you gave the Bennett witch some advice you thought she’d find useful. You told her not to let people walk all over her, to start living for herself.

How ironic was that?

It seemed that neither of you had followed this advice, though, because Bonnie was still stuck putting her life on the line for her friends and you still lived with your husband and his family.

Both of you were doing things that’d kill you eventually.

Maybe it already did.

After Kol’s story, you were all worn out, like each of you had lived through it yourselves. Even though you were exhausted, you were still ecstatic that Kol was alive, that your wishes had come true. When Rebekah got over her shock, you could tell she was happy too, and even Elijah had a ghost of a smile of his lips. But Klaus didn’t look as happy as you would’ve thought he’d be.

You didn’t mind this, ignoring it altogether, refusing to let anything ruin your good mood. That night, you went to bed happy in a house full of Mikaelsons.

The next day, when Kol met Hope, the smile that was already on your face got even wider. Oh, they would cause trouble together, you thought. The three of you spent the week together, sometimes including one of your other siblings. And for the first time since you were with that boy, you felt human again.

You could’ve never imagined this turn of events, Kol coming back to life, Klaus’ child being your salvation. But no longer could you imagine any what ifs, any other life for yourself. You didn’t wonder and wonder about what would’ve happened if Elijah let you go, if Klaus never found you. If you got the chance to go back, you didn’t even know if you would’ve done it all differently. That was saying something, but at the moment, it all felt like it was worth it.

There were so many questions you had for Kol, so many qualms you still had with your family, but for that week, you ignored it all. You could only focus on the influx of pure happiness you felt. You started living like you weren’t a thousand-year-old Original whose heart was broken and like you were gonna die the very next day.

And it was liberating.

But you knew better than to think you could live in paradise forever.

You and Kol lied on the grass of some hill he’d driven you to. You were surprised he even still knew his way around the city, but he was always one to surprise you.

You just stared up at the stars together in silence, a comfortable silence that didn’t feel like it was suffocating you. It was just the two of you, no Klaus, no drama, no anyone. It was just you and the stars.

Out of nowhere, Kol broke the silence, his voice just above a whisper. “My brother doesn’t deserve you.”

Your breath hitched, turning your head towards him, but his gaze was still aimed at the sky. Your perfect little moment was suddenly invaded by the thought of your husband who you’d been unknowingly avoiding in conversation with Kol altogether. Maybe he noticed that.

Maybe he noticed the way you and Klaus no longer touched, even though you couldn’t keep your hands off one another the last time he was alive. Maybe he really was watching you from the other side, and that terrified you.

You knew Kol held you on a pedestal, even if neither of you would ever acknowledge that. He thought you were so good, so strong, so it killed you to think that he saw you when you were most vulnerable. It killed you to think that he knew all of his brother’s indiscretions and how you stayed, anyway.

You knew better than that—no, you were better than that.

Kol went on, “He never has-”

This time, you cut him off, the shock wearing off. “Kol-”

“No, Y/N.” He finally stopped staring up at the stars, turning to look at you. You were expecting the disappointment, but you weren’t expecting the raw anger in his eyes, an anger that’d never been directed at you. But you know it wasn’t. “You were always too good for that bastard, too good for this entire fucking family.”

You tried to stop him, but he kept going every time you opened your mouth. “Here you are, raising a child that isn’t even yours for his sake. Even after what he did to you, what he kept doing to you, you stayed—because that is just how loyal you are and how loyal he isn’t.” He started laughing, but there was no trace of humour in it. “You have no idea how much I want to sock him every time I see him.”

“Kol-”

“You know there’s nothing you can say to make this better, Y/N.” That shut you up. “I’m not going to let you spin this just to spare my brother the trouble.” Oh, how embarrassed you felt. Klaus cheated on you over and over again, yet you still felt the need to defend him.

Things were okay with Elijah and Rebekah because, even though they were there, they weren’t really there. They didn’t know how bad things were between you and Klaus, how it ate you alive, not even Rebekah who watched you break down and isolate yourself. But Kol- oh, Kol saw it all.

You swallowed, looking back up to the sky. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Never had you been turned so fast. When your eyes met Kol’s, they were fierce, but his voice softened. “Don’t ever apologize for him. Never again, not to me- not to anyone.”

You swallowed a second time, losing your words as you just stared into his eyes. You hadn’t seen him in so long; you forgot how well he knew you, how he was able to read you like a child’s book.

But Kol had gotten more complicated to you. Whenever you were around him, there was a new look that’d surface in his eyes. This look was like a passerby that you didn’t know but had seen before, a friend of a friend. This was a look you could not decipher, and currently, he was giving you that exact look.

For a long while, the two of you just looked at each other as if you were the stars you’d came all this way to see. The only things heard were crickets and the cars from the city until Kol’s voice sounded.

“I should’ve never let him do this to you,” he said. And you didn’t know what that meant.

But it didn’t matter.

Because, seconds later, you both got up and drove away.

This night hadn’t dampened your mood. There were so many things to be happy for. Years ago or even a week ago, you were depressed beyond words, but Kol coming back had filled a hole you’d thought would never go away. So even though this conversation stung, you were still okay.

When you got back to the compound, you both pretended he never said what he said. Kol went back to being his playful self, making jokes, and you went back to laughing at them.

It was like you’d been given a miracle. You never thought you’d feel like yourself again, and you didn’t really, but it was so close, as close as you’d been in a long time.

You didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Every day started being spent with either Kol, Marcel, Hope, or sometimes even Rebekah. Life was as normal as it had ever been, as sunny as you’d ever seen the world—at least as sunny as your life has been in decades.

Until it started to rain.

You were in the kitchen of the Abattoir, looking through the cupboards to see what you could make. While none of you had to actually eat, Hope did, and so it’d become a staple in the Mikaelson house to have dinner every night. These dinners stopped being so awkward after a while.

Hayley and Eijah were at some werewolf meeting, Rebekah had taken Hope to buy school supplies, Kol was roaming around, and you suspected Klaus was out causing some sort of mayhem. You assumed you were alone in the house, but you were proven wrong.

Footsteps sounded behind you; you sensed him before you even turned around. Even though Klaus and you had gotten to a point of pleasantness, that didn’t mean you enjoyed being alone with him.

A few years of pleasantness couldn’t erase the thousand years you’d spent together.

“Love,” he greeted, pulling out a barstool and sitting down, the kitchen island separating you. You lightly inhaled, turning to nod to him in acknowledgement.

You kept rummaging through the kitchen, trying your best to ignore your husband’s presence. Oh, Klaus hadn’t felt like your husband in so long, but what else could he possibly be to you?

You were trying so hard to be friends with him, but could you really be friends with the man you were in love with for a millennium? With the man who had hurt you more than anyone else ever had? You didn’t have an answer to that.

The two of you sat in silence. There was a point in time where silence between you both felt like a warm blanket, comfortable and safe, but now it felt ominous, like the calm before a storm. With Klaus, there was always a storm.

Just as you placed your final ingredients on the counter, he caught you off guard and asked, “What are you doing with my brother?” You quickly spun around, widening your eyes and narrowing them in the same sequence. This was a question, but it felt much more like a challenge.

Klaus was impassive, but you knew better than to actually believe that. However, you mirrored his expression, anyway. “What do you mean?” you quizzed. You tried to keep your voice devoid of emotion, but you couldn’t help the bite of annoyance that seeped through.

He clearly noticed this if the tick in his jaw was of any indication. “You and Kol, Y/N.” Your brows furrowed at his vague explanation, causing his eyes to roll. “Come on, don’t act as if you’re surprised. You had to have known that I’d ask eventually. You’re my wife.”

He stared firmly into your eyes. No, I’m not your wife, you wanted to scream, but you bit your tongue. You hoped that your gaze said it for you, anyway. Instead, you scoffed, “No, Klaus, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tried to say something, but you cut him off. “I’m not sure what insinuation you’re trying to make, but you need to cool it.”

You were fed up, and you could feel an argument on its way. Klaus and you hadn’t argued in a long time, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have things you wanted to say to him. You held your comments in for Hope’s sake, but if he wanted to poke the bear, then you’d make sure that the bear poked back.

This time, he scoffed, his calm façade falling apart as he snarked, “Oh, please, you can’t possibly be so naive.”

“There is nothing to be naive about, Klaus—there’s nothing going on between your brother and me.” And if there was, it wouldn’t be your business, you wanted to add, but you weren’t gonna add more fuel to the fire. You didn’t even know why your mind went there in the first place.

“Perhaps that’s what you think, Y/N, but I’ve seen the way my brother looks at you-”

“He doesn’t look at me in any way.”

“Yes, he does- and you’re fooling yourself if you think he doesn’t.”

There was a door in your mind that Klaus had opened with these remarks, a door you’d been scared to even go near. But you closed it right away, refusing to wonder about it. He was wrong. There was nothing going on between you and Kol.

Your eyes hardened and you snapped, “I don’t have the time nor do I have the patience to deal with another one of your paranoid episodes.” He scoffed again, but you paid it no mind. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have dinner to make.” You turned around, not caring to see Klaus’ expression. You heard the barstool screech against the floor and then his angry footsteps as he left the kitchen.

And just like that, that opened door was slammed shut.

You tried your hardest to ignore Klaus’ words, telling yourself it wasn’t true, that there was no way it could possibly be true, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You and Kol had always been close, but there was nothing that wasn’t platonic there.

Or maybe you were wrong.

You had given up on love so long ago. You gave your lover your heart without a second thought and he threw it to the ground like it was nothing, like it wouldn’t shatter everywhere, like it was possible for you to ever recover from that. And then when you try and find happiness, he rips that away from you, too.

Klaus had blown out any spark you had, leaving you alone in the dark.

Was love worth it if felt like this?

You didn’t know. These weren’t questions you asked yourself when you said “I do.” You didn’t know what to do anymore.

So you did what you always did, stuffing your feelings away and acting like nothing was wrong. But something changed. Whenever you saw Kol after that, you felt something—something you couldn’t explain, something you couldn’t name. It was like you had felt this before, but just never noticed it.

This feeling lurked in the background for a while until it was pulled back to the forefront of your mind when you least expected it.

“Bloody hell,” you muttered, storming into the compound with Kol following soon after. Your language was partly ironic because bloody you were. Of course, not your blood, but you hadn’t been in this state in at least a century.

Safe to say, you didn’t miss it.

You had just killed a horde of witches. They were good opponents, strong, but nobody was ever really smart if they decided to go up against the Mikaelsons. Nothing was stronger than family, even if it didn’t always feel that way.

They wanted to go after Hope, but you would never let that happen—none of you would. So you killed them- slaughtered may have even been a better word to use. Some of them had their hearts taken, their limbs ripped apart, stakes stabbed into their chests; your family could get creative.

Elijah, Hayley, and Klaus were dealing with the mess while Rebekah was tending to Hope. They didn’t need anymore man-power, so Elijah told you both to go home and clean yourselves up. He didn’t have to tell you twice.

“Seems that this family can never escape a bloodbath,” he joked.

“Ugh, disgusting. I need a real bath.” You spun around, a dramatic look on your face. Kol chuckled. He was more at ease than you were; he got a meal out of it, but you preferred quick kills, so now you were just annoyed.

“If you weren’t my brother’s wife, I’d join you.” His tone was light and playful, teasing even, but there was a glint in his eye that made you think he wasn’t completely joking. Your mind went back to what Klaus said to you, about the way Kol looked at you, then you thought about everything he did to you, how he just discarded your vows like they were meaningless.

Maybe, if you hadn’t just come from a fight, you would’ve laughed it off, but you were tired of thinking about what Klaus wanted.

You shrugged. “Well, I don’t think I’ve been his wife for a long time now.” You maintained eye contact with Kol as he paused. The playful atmosphere disappeared and was replaced with tension.

A beat passed before he slowly responded, “Y/N, what are you trying to say?”

What were you trying to say? You didn’t know if you could put it into words. So you stepped forward, hearing his breath catch in his throat, putting a hand on his bicep. “I think you know what I’m trying to say.”

Another beat. And then the next thing you knew, Kol’s lips slammed onto yours. You were sped upstairs, immediately ripping his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor. Yours came off somewhere in the mix. You could taste the leftover blood on his lips, not enough to satisfy you, but just enough to leave you wanting more.

You didn’t know what you were doing, but it felt good. You never thought you’d feel anything remotely like this ever again, but now that you had it, who knew if you could ever let it go?

Kissing Kol was like drugs. Ecstasy raced through your veins. You didn’t know if you had ever felt anything like this before; if you had, then how was it possible that you let it slip through your fingers? No, this was unlike any experience you’d ever had.

He suddenly pulled away, heaving. You reached to pull him back in, but he stopped you, breathing, “Are you sure that you want this?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes- you have no idea how badly.” This clearly sufficed because he was back to kissing you the second you stopped talking, hands going to unclasp your bra.

Oh, at that moment, you couldn’t give a damn what Klaus thought.

And Kol made sure you didn’t think about Klaus for the rest of that night.

Kol made it feel like your first time all over again, like everything you felt was new and foreign to you, but by the time you were done, your body was anything but foreign to him.

After multiple rounds and showering, you laid in your bed tired. You couldn’t remember the last time someone else laid with you. Part of you thought that, for some reason, Kol would leave, but he stayed right next to you, holding you in his arms.

You only had sex, but this felt like so much more than that.

The only thing that could be heard in your room was the sound of your breathing. You didn’t want to say anything, to talk about it and be reminded that you were married. You just wanted to bask in this moment.

You don’t know how long you’d been lying in silence before Kol whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You turned your head toward him, but like that night on the hill, he kept his vision directed to the ceiling as if he was afraid what he’d see if he directed it to you. He hesitated. “I think I’ve felt something for you for years, centuries. Maybe- maybe I always have.”

Your heart nearly stopped. Not just because he was confessing to having feelings for you, but because maybe you did, too. But this was more than a confession.

Your response to this could determine your future, if there was any, with Kol.

The rational part of your brain argued that this could never work, that Klaus would never let it happen, that this would only end in tragedy. You wanted to stop this before it became something more, but that other part of yourself, the part ruled by her heart, told you that it was too late for that. This was already something more.

You couldn’t let this go, not even if you wanted to.

You cupped his cheek, turning him to you. When his eyes met yours, you saw an emotion that Kol rarely ever showed, and that was fear. You wondered if he could see that you were scared, too.

You looked into his eyes for what felt like forever but was really only a minute. And then you decided that what you were feeling was more powerful than words, so you didn’t say anything at all, leaning in to kiss him. It wasn’t as fervent as before, now tender and soft but still with purpose. You weren’t too sure of what’d happen after this, once you woke up from this dream and got back to reality, but as you kissed him, it didn’t matter.

You were together.

And for now, that was more than enough.

When you woke up, Kol was still there, right next to you. You could’ve stayed in bed together all day, but you weren’t normal people. You belonged to the least normal family and led the least normal lives. So you got up, reluctantly, and he went back to his room before anyone could find him in yours.

Then you walked downstairs, ate breakfast, and dealt with the effects of the your most recent problem. You were at Rousseau’s, about to meet with Marcel, when you were pulled into the bathroom, Kol’s lips immediately meeting yours.

The feeling of his lips soon became so familiar to you.

You wanted to be normal so badly, but you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t. So this became your new normal instead: stolen moments and glances, being together when no one else was around.

Slowly, that feeling you had whenever you were around him was given a name. You don’t know if it was love, if it could even be that yet—but it felt dangerous, and exciting, and warm all at once. You felt it whenever you kissed him, whenever you looked into his dark brown eyes, and whenever he smiled.

You were falling for Kol Mikaelson.

You constantly berated yourself, even though it felt so good. This was like alcohol, and drugs, and every other vice out there: it was temporary. The Original Hybrid was your husband—this was his brother. He wouldn’t let this happen.

This was wrong.

But it felt so right.

You had rejected every possible opportunity of happiness for years. Couldn’t you just have this one thing? Couldn’t you just let yourself be happy?

Oh, Kol made you happy. He brought out a part of you that you thought was gonna be gone forever. He made you feel like yourself again, like you were alive, like you had something to live for.

You had been living in black and white for so long that you forgot what it was like to live in colour.

Music filled the Mikaelson living room, music that the rest of the world would perhaps call old but never got old to you. Kol held you close to him, rocking you to the rhythm while your head rested on his chest. You were both very well versed in classical dances, but you didn’t need a big fancy dance for this to feel the way it did: special.

There was something going on—there always was—but, at that moment, that something didn’t exist. At that moment, it was just the two of you.

A small smile came to your lips. “You know, you weren’t even actually alive when this song came out.”

You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. “Yeah, and I’m glad. This song is terrible.”

You gasped, pulling away and hitting his arm. “Kol Mikaelson! Don’t you dare speak about Celine Dion that way.”

He laughed again, easily pulling you back to him and kissing the crown of your head. You tried pouting, but it felt impossible to do anything other than smile. “Don’t worry, darling. You like it, so I like it.” Your smile got wider, pulling back again but this time it was to kiss him.

You found that, when you kissed Kol, it wasn’t always so hot and heavy. It didn’t always lead to making out or making love. Sometimes, you just kissed because it felt good. It was soft, and gentle, and reassuring, and it felt good.

Maybe, if you were being honest with yourself, it felt better than anything else.

You pulled away after a few seconds, taking the time to stare into his eyes. You did it all the time and yet, every single time you did, it felt like the first time all over again. You could stare into his brown orbs all day long if you could. However, your lives didn’t allow for that.

But that just made little moments like these all the more special.

After a few seconds, he directed your attention away from his eyes, mumbling under his breath, “The song’s still shit, though.”

“Oh, shut up,” you scolded, but your head still made its way back to his chest, anyways.

Everyone else was back at the benefit. You were there, too, until you both decided to sneak away and go back home. That was cutting it close, definitely, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You didn’t get to go on dates or hold hands in public, so you were gonna grab these moments while you still could.

You knew that what you were doing was just prolonging an eventual- no, an inevitable outcome, but after everything you went through, you learned a few lessons. All good things came to an end—everything had to end at some point. Your marriage sure did, but that didn’t mean that you’d go back and change a thing. Yes, things with Klaus ended badly, but he gave you a thousand good years first.

So if what you were doing with Kol ended, then at least you had this. At least you had dances in the living room, and stargazing, and soft kisses.

Maybe this story wouldn’t have a happy ending.

But as long as you got a happy middle, then you were okay with that.

And he did everything he could to give you just that.

It felt… different, to be with someone other than Niklaus, but it was a good different. It felt good to smile and to actually mean it. And it made you wish for something more, to be more than just two people engaging in a forbidden love affair, but that’s what this was, wasn’t it?

But Kol made it feel like it really was more than that. He made you feel like a diamond, like you were beautiful, like everything that had weighed down on you only made you that much stronger.

This was more. This was so much more than you could’ve ever hoped for.

You were lying in bed together late at night when it happened. You weren’t expecting it- you weren’t sure if you ever expected it. But Kol was always one to do the unexpected, surprise you and keep you on the edge of your seat.

Yet, when he spoke, he didn’t sound so dauntless. He sounded small and afraid, but at the same time, you could hear the hope in his voice. Hope, courage, bravery—at the end of the day, it was just called Kol.

He was always brave enough for the both of you.

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched, turning to see that he was already staring at you. The déjà vu hit you hard. Here you were, in the same position you’d already been in with him, but this time, he looked right at you.

Brave enough for the both of you.

You didn’t say anything. You wondered if you were dreaming, hallucinating, imagining things, if this was some cruel trick of the mind. But, the longer you stared and the longer he stared right back at you, the more convinced you became.

This was real.

You wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him in and connecting his lips with yours. Butterflies still erupted in your stomach, even though you had been at this for a while. You put your everything into this kiss, but Kol deserved more than everything.

This scared you, but Kol had given you so much. He didn’t need to be the brave one all the time.

You wanted to be brave, too.

So when you finally pulled away, resting your forehead on his, eyes closed, you whispered back, “I love you.”

You and Kol were brave together, braver together. Yeah, there were dragons out there so much more powerful than you, but you could slay them together. Maybe it would’ve been safer to just stay away, to just tuck yourself away in a castle and avoid the dragons altogether, but what was the point in that?

What was the point of being alive if you weren’t truly living?

And you were living.

Everyone around you could see it. Your change in behaviour was unusual, but it lifted everyone’s spirits. You were starting to be able to actually hold a conversation with Rebekah, and you were starting to be able to talk to Elijah about things other than the family’s latest conflicts. You were even starting to be a little more friendly with Hayley.

You didn’t tell her, but a part of you was thankful for what she did. She knew who you were when she met Klaus; she knew he was married, and she still slept with him. This had previously enraged you, but now you couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Had she not done what she did, you may have never had this with Kol.

And Hope would’ve never been born.

Oh, you would do anything for her. This family may have been cursed, but you were all willing to do whatever it took to break the cycle. No more running, no more instability. No matter how dysfunctional you all were, you would give her that.

She was never alone. When her parents weren’t there to bring her or pick her up from school, you were. And if you weren’t, then Kol was, or Rebekah, or Elijah, or Marcel. The odds were against you from the start, but you were all there to flip them.

For her.

You were always happy with Hope, but even she could tell that something had changed. She was a child, but she was bright, and she knew you were happier.

The relationships in your life blossomed. Klaus was the only person that this didn’t happen with.

You loved Kol—you were in love with Kol, but loving him didn’t skew your memory. Klaus and you had a long history. You still couldn’t look at him without picturing it.

It was easier to be more forgiving of Hayley. She wasn’t the one who vowed to be faithful to you, nor was she the one to cheat on you three times or give up on your marriage. He was. You couldn’t see yourself letting go of that. Maybe one day, but being around him wouldn’t speed up that process.

Klaus was actually the last person on your mind.

But that didn’t seem to be the case for him.

You were on your way out of the compound when something caught your eye. You stopped, turning to see your husband by himself in an empty hallway. It appeared that something had caught his eye, too.

He was so focused that he didn’t even see you. You could’ve pretended not to see him, walked away and gone on with your business, but you knew what he was looking at. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t look at it every once in a while, too.

Yes, you could’ve walked away, but the easy thing was never easy for you to do.

So you walked up to him, leaving a foot between you and looking at what had captured his attention. It was a portrait, and a familiar one at that.

The truth was, you’d studied that portrait until it was engraved into your memory. Even when you weren’t looking at it, it still came and found you in your dreams and even when you were just sitting around and thinking.

It was you. It was you, and Klaus, and Rebekah, and Elijah, and Kol. Before he died, before Hayley, before this godforsaken city. It was when things were calm, when you still had some sort of semblance of family. Or at least that’s what it was supposed to be.

Because it wasn’t real.

You never got together for this portrait. This time didn’t exist. It was fake. Niklaus was such a wonderful artist that he almost made you believe it, but it wasn’t real. He could paint you all so realistically, make you look so happy, but when was the last time you were all happy as a family? It was never in these clothes, never in this age.

But he made it look real.

He made it look like you were all picture-perfect, like his brother didn’t bring you to your end, like Rebekah never lost her mind, like Kol was never murdered, like you were never out crying in the rain for a man who would never change, like he was a man who could change.

Who knew that such a happy picture could evoke such sadness. Because this portrait wasn’t what was— it was what could’ve been.

Klaus broke the silence with a voice you would’ve never heard without enhanced hearing. “I really did love you.” Neither of you turned to face the other. “I really do love you.”

Not too long ago, you would’ve started crying. And while tears did build in your eyes, you smiled first. You didn’t doubt that. It didn’t take you long to respond, “So did I.”

1996, when you left, when you came back, when he cheated again, when you found out he was having a baby, when he killed Leo, when you stayed, when you took Hope. All of this flashed before your eyes, but it wasn’t all you saw. You also saw your wedding, your first time, when he painted you as you slept, when you got drunk together, when he cooked for you, when you kissed on the beach at night all by yourselves. You saw how happy he made you and how easily he just took it away from you.

You would never forget these things, none of it. You would never forget the bad, but you would never forget the good, either.

He lightly chuckled as if he was remembering all the same things as you. And then, for a while, you both just stood there, staring at the painting. There was a time when you could practically read his mind, but now you had no idea what he was thinking.

You were different people now. You weren’t the same people who went through the good, nor were you the same people who went through the bad. You weren’t the same people you could’ve been in that picture, either.

And he knew that, too.

“I’m never going to be your husband again, am I?” He mused, but this wasn’t a question. You both already knew the answer, even if you hadn’t said it out loud to each other.

“No.” You shook your head, opting to look down at your boots. “No, you’re not.”

Maybe you were imagining it, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw him wipe at his eye. Suddenly, a part of you felt bad, but not for him. You felt bad for the boy you fell in love with, the boy who gave you humanity even when he had lost his own. And you felt bad for the girl who kissed him at the altar.

So, against your current feelings, you turned and swiftly wrapped your arms around him, hoping that you weren’t just hugging Klaus, but that you were hugging the boy you married all those years ago. He quickly hugged you back, holding you tightly, but his grip slowly lessened.

Like he was getting ready to let you go.

You don’t know how long you were in his arms, but eventually he pulled away. You could finally see his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, and how they were filled with tears despite the smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t need to. You had both said everything you needed to say; there were no more chapters to write in this book of yours.

It was time for your story to end.

You let go of each other and you turned around, walking away without sparing that painting another glance. You were just at the edge of the hallway when he called your name, making you turn your head.

“Be happy with him,” he said, even though it looked like it annihilated him to say it.

But you didn’t question it. You just nodded, then you turned around and walked away. You didn’t need to ask him who he was referring to or have him explain any further. You understood perfectly.

You would.

You were gonna be happy with him.

And just like that, the Original Hybrid and the Mikaelson Wife were done.

But who knew? You could very well become a Mikaelson once again if Kol got his way. You wouldn’t admit, just as to not inflate his ego, but deep down, you wanted him to get his way.

Slowly, the suspicions your other siblings had became confirmed. You weren’t overly affectionate in public, but they were able to put two and two together. Rebekah had been in love so many times that she was able to see it clearly on you, and Elijah was always the scholar amongst you, the smart one. Marcel saw it from a mile away. While he and Kol hadn’t always gotten along well, they were both willing to put that aside for you.

Even a child could see that you were in love; Hope did.

“Aunt Y/N/N, do you and Uncle Kol love each other like Belle and the Beast?”

You both simultaneously turned to her, along with everyone else in the living room. It was movie night; Beauty and the Beast had just finished, and Hope had asked you that question as soon as the credits were rolling.

She was just a kid who was curious. She didn’t know the potential outrage her question could cause.

But you weren’t gonna lie to her. You weren’t gonna deny what was possibly the best thing you ever had, even as your entire family was in the room.

“Hope-” Hayley had started to scold, but you cut her off.

“Hayley, it’s alright.” She didn’t look convinced and still looked embarrassed, but you turned back to Hope with a smile on your face. “Yes, sweetheart, Uncle Kol and I do love each other.”

She now looked confused, like your reply hadn’t cleared anything up at all. “But my daddy looks at you the way Uncle Kol looks at you.” You opened your mouth, but you didn’t know what to say. “Does daddy love you, too?”

It appeared that none of you had the answer to her question. How were you meant to explain your situation to a child, that you and her father had loved one another for a thousand years and then your relationship ended because he slept with her mother?

What you were least expecting happened. Instead of having an outburst, Klaus beckoned Hope over, petting her hair once she was sat on his lap. “Ah, my littlest wolf,” he sighed, but the corners of his lips were upturned. His eyes were slightly glazed over as if he wasn’t really there, but that look quickly disappeared. For Hope, he’d be present. “I wish that love was as simple to understand as Belle and the Beast, but it is much more complicated than that. Your Aunt Y/N has been there for me many times, and for that, I will always love her,” he professed. His eyes found yours for a moment, but he quickly looked back to his daughter. “But we love each other differently from how her and Uncle Kol love each other. We love each other as family, not as people in love with one another. But no matter what any of us feel for each other in this family, Hope, we will all always love you.”

Hope slung her arms around her father’s neck. “I love you, too, daddy.”

“Always and forever, little one.”

While Hope’s back was turned, your eyes met again and the corners of your lips quirked up slightly. You knew that must’ve been hard for him to say, so you mouthed, thank you.

He smiled back at you. Even though it was so obviously fake, you still appreciated it. He nodded in response.

Yes, you and Klaus had been through a lot. You all had complicated relationships with one another, Kol and you included, but you were gonna push that aside for Hope. Every time.

One day, you would explain it all to her, how Marcel was her brother but your son, why Rebekah was so soft and hard at the same time, why Elijah was so protective, why her parents weren’t together, how you fell in and out of love with her father, why you were still here, how you fell in love with Kol.

But for now, you were gonna let her hold onto her innocence for as long as she could.

Hope still had questions, but she also had all of you to distract her from all of the problems you dealt with. However, you were no longer consumed by all these problems. You had someone to distract you, too, and that was Kol.

Whether you were in bed together, kissing, or just holding hands, he always took your mind off your troubles. He was like a wizard, transporting you from reality and bringing you to cloud nine every day. The problems, the threats, the drama—none of it mattered to you. To you, being with Kol was enough.

If you could just have this for the rest of your life, then you’d be happy, and that is exactly what he wanted to give you.

Time passed in a blur. It was a true what they said, that time flied when you were having fun. Before you knew it, a year had passed since Kol first kissed you, since you started this. A perfect year, calm with minimal conflict both in the Quarter and in the Abattoir.

You could’ve passed many more years this way happily, but you were always one to accept less than what you were worth. Kol knew that, and he wanted more for you- more for both of you.

He wanted to do more than just take you to dreams away from reality.

He wanted to make those dreams come true.

“Kol, what are you doing?” You giggled, stumbling a little but never falling. Kol would never let you fall.

He hushed you, “Shhh, we’re almost there.”

A blindfold was over your eyes as he guided you around. You got into the car together hours ago, and when you woke up, the blindfold was on. He said he had a surprise for you.

This was so cheesy, but you were a sucker for these kinds of things. You never thought you’d get to a place like this again, that you’d be a hopeless romantic or even just a romantic ever again after what Klaus did to you, but Kol made you believe in romance again.

He put your heart back together after you thought it’d been broken beyond repair.

Finally, after more stumbling and laughing, he stopped, holding you in place. “Okay, are you ready?” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the excitement in his voice. You nodded. “Alright. Three, two, one-”

The blindfold fell to the ground and the sight he’d been withholding was revealed to you. Your brows furrowed. You were in a living room with beautiful floors and beautiful decor, a fireplace parallel to the big couch behind you. You looked around and saw incredible artwork hanging on the walls and gorgeous windows that let the moonlight in.

It was beautiful and all, but did you drive all this way to break into someone’s house?

You voiced your confusion. “Kol, what is this place?” You turned around to see him trying to hold back a smile, a twinkle in his eyes. He looked like a kid about to tell you that he saw Santa. That thought made you laugh. “C’mon, Kol, really. Where are we right now?”

“Well, geographically, we’re in North Carolina.” His explanation produced a gasp from you, making him laugh. He was having way too much fun having you in the dark.

“North Carolina?” you echoed. Your jaw was practically on the floor. “We’re in North Carolina? You’re kidding- that’s like ten hours away-”

“Thirteen, darling.” This didn’t get rid of your disbelief, though you doubt that was what Kol was aiming for, anyway. He shrugged, adding, “Well, I actually got it down to twelve, but that’s besides the point.”

“Trust me, the shocker for me is not your reckless driving-”

He cut you off by speeding to you, lifting up your chin so you were looking right into his eyes. Funny, how he was still able to make you speechless. “I’m going to ignore that jab at my impeccable driving skills because I love you.”

You snorted, “Sure, if impeccable means shit.”

He hushed you again, causing you to roll your eyes. “Back to your question,” he said, making you remember the topic of conversation. You wondered if he had any idea how easily he was able to make you forget about anything—about everything. “I drove us here because North Carolina is relatively… quiet.”

You raised a brow. “Quiet?”

“Yes.” He gently grabbed your hands, holding them in his. Sometimes, he did this absentmindedly, but you were never bothered. You were far from bothered. “Louisiana is perhaps the heart of the supernatural. New York and any other state with a thriving night life also has a thriving vampire population, and they’re busy enough with humans as it is. The big states always are. But North Carolina… North Carolina isn’t on any vampire’s bucket list.”

You drawled, “Okayyyyyy… but why are we here?” What he was saying made sense, but you didn’t get how it related to either of you.

He just smiled, so clearly amused by your confusion. “You amaze me, Y/N, truly,” he proclaimed, that same shit-eating grin on his face that you’d grown accustomed to. “Only you would take so long to get the hint.”

That was obviously a hint, too, but you weren’t catching it. Kol shook his head, getting that look in his eye that he got when he was remembering something. “You told me once that, if we weren’t who we were, you’d want to live somewhere without ruckus, like a normal person. But you knew that couldn’t happen with my brother’s aspirations.” Now he looked at you pointedly and, all of a sudden, a wave of realization washed over you.

Your eyes darted all over the house. There was a reason why you were so in love with it. You looked back to Kol, mouth agape. He continued, “You wanted a house that wasn’t just decadent, but a home.”

Tears welled in your eyes as your hand flew up to cup your mouth in shock. You could remember telling him that, but it was so long ago. You’d long since abandoned the idea, but here he was, offering it up to you. “You- you remember that?”

He leaned in to wipe a tear that you didn’t even notice had fell, caressing your cheek. “I remember every moment I’ve ever spent with you, Y/N.” His actions were pointless because his words caused even more tears to fall.

You had never felt such an overwhelming feeling, so in love, so loved. Your heart’s immediate instinct was to kiss him, to say yes, but your mind… you’d been through enough to know better.

“How are we going to-” you stammered, “we can’t- we can’t just move away.”

“Y/N-”

“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, but-” your voice cracked. “we can’t just pick up and leave, Kol—you know that.”

He was now cupping both of your cheeks, staring so deeply into your eyes that you were sure he could see the parts of yourself that you’d tucked away. “Do you remember when I left Mystic Falls?” Of course, you did. How could you ever forget? “I asked you to come with me and you didn’t. Why was that?”

You didn’t want to answer, to relive this after you’d already agonized over it for so long, but you did, anyway. “Klaus. I didn’t go because of Klaus.”

“Exactly. You didn’t go because of that bastard, and you don’t want this now for the same reason.”

“Kol-”

He stepped closer when you thought he’d already closed all the space between you. His voice was soft and firm all at once. “I died thinking I’d never get the chance to tell you how I felt. I wasted so much time, worrying, unhappy.” He shook his head. “Well, I don’t want to worry anymore. I don’t want to waste any more time.” More tears fell, from both of you. “You make me happy, Y/N. I just want to be happy with you.”

A teary laugh escaped your lips. He made you happy, too, so much happier than you’d been in so long, so much happier than you even thought was possible after everything you’d been through. And he was right. Klaus was the one thing holding you back, but why should he get to do that?

You’ve given away years of your life for other people. Couldn’t you be selfish, just this once, and have this one thing for yourself?

You just wanted to be happy.

So you pulled him in and kissed him until you had to pull away for air, and when you did, you whispered, “Yes.”

And that may have just been the best decision you had ever made.

When you eventually drove back to New Orleans days later, you explained the situation to Klaus. He wasn’t jumping up and down with joy, but he surprisingly took it better than you expected.

You spent a thousand years with that man; saying goodbye wasn’t as easy as it seemed, but it needed to happen. It was time for you to go your separate ways. And even after everything he put you through, you still hoped that he could maybe find happiness one day, too.

Niklaus Mikaelson was your epic love, but you knew without a doubt that Kol was your true love. He was the warmth you’d been yearning for, and you were gonna let yourself have that.

North Carolina was the perfect place for you to settle down. It was quiet, like Kol said, with little to no supernatural population. It was also close enough to Louisiana that you could distance yourself from all the crazy but still get there if they needed you.

That’s what you told Elijah when you said your goodbye to him, that you were just a phone call away. He was gonna be the one running the show now, as always. He was always the responsible one amongst you, and you hoped that he’d let go of that and let himself live a little, too. As much as you didn’t like her, maybe he could get with Hayley one day or even find his own person.

You had hope that all of your family could one day be free of this Mikaelson curse, that they wouldn’t be bearing the hybrid’s sins for the rest of their lives. Rebekah was getting there. She was still growing up a little, and she all the time in the world to do that.

It was hard saying goodbye to Hope, but you just reassured her that this wasn’t goodbye. She’d always have a place in your home if she so needed it, and she’d definitely always hold a place in your heart. The only reason you felt okay with leaving her was because you knew she wouldn’t be alone; she had two parents that loved her more than life, a crazy aunt and uncle, and her big brother.

Marcel congratulated you with a wide grin on his face. He was elated for you, telling you that he’d be visiting you, to which you replied that he would always be welcome with you two.

Maybe you were just sentimental, but even saying goodbye to the city itself was hard, nerve-racking. It had given you so much, but taken so much more. You were learning, though, that love wasn’t supposed to drain you. You were learning to let go.

Goodbye, New Orleans, you whispered to yourself as you passed the town sign, and then you were saying hello to North Carolina… and also the new you.

Y/N and Kol Michaels. You got married not too far down the line. Of course, if you wanted to be normal, ditching the medieval last name was best. You supposed you could’ve kept it, but getting rid of it was more symbolic than anything.

You wanted to start over completely, and so that’s what you guys did. You weren’t abandoning your family, but making one of your own, too. Eventually, the idea of kids came up. You wanted nothing more than to raise your own child with the man you were in love with, but you couldn’t conceive a child and you didn’t want to drag one into this life, anyway. It was too dangerous.

The realization that you would never get to have kids broke your heart, but your lover repaired it like his words were glue. The two of you were together, and that was good enough for you.

Doing this, starting over, was scarier than any other situation you had ever been in—and that was saying something, considering how long you’d lived. But with Kol at your side, you were able to be brave.

There was so much to be afraid of. You were scared that this wouldn’t work out, that this was only a happy middle with no happy ending, that you’d feel cold again one day after growing accustomed to the fire, but if all of that happened one day, then you decided that you’d be okay with it. You would be okay with it because at least you lived. You weren’t gonna let your fears stop you from doing that. If you just gave into your fears, then you would’ve never felt this feeling. You would’ve never fallen in love. You would’ve never found yourself again.

You owed it all to your bravery.

And you owed it all to Kol’s.

But together, you were fearless. Together, you were braver.

You were braver together.

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a/n: sorry for the long wait, but here is part two! ik i said i was gonna do the thg fanfic first, but that one is long asf so i decided to drop this first. i tried my best to listen to all ur suggestions—unfortunately, i couldn't find a way to write in a pregnancy. but we've got a happy ending! i really, really, really did not want a happy ending, like i had a whole sad ending planned for the part 2 but everyone wanted happiness so i just decided to end it there to avoid to outrage lol. if u want a part 3 where it doesn't end there but ends the way it was supposed to originally, then tell me. and lastly, thank u all so much for all the support!

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