#davina claire headcannons

[fandoms--fluff]

hii could you maybe to caregivers davina and kol with a little reader please :)

Caregivers Davina Claire and Kol Mikaelson Headcannons

Little female witch reader x Momma Davina and Daddy Kol

Davina would be called Momma

Kol would be called Daddy

You would definitely be a Momma's girl, but just as much of a Daddy's girl as well

Davina's top pet name for you is; baby girl

Kol’s top pet name for you is; little witch

You can do no wrong in Kol’s eyes and he would most definitely join in making mischief with you

Davina sometimes feeling as if she has two littles because of the vampire menace that's her husband

Kol will give you piggy back rides and vamp around the house and backyard while you giggle

Your Momma will definitely be the one cooking the food because Kol can barely even make a pb&j, let alone a whole meal

^Though he can scoop ice cream and that's what you guys have for meals if Davina's not there

You end up in their bed half the time through the night, cuddled up between your Daddy and Momma

Davina would read you stories from books while you're cradled on her lap, and your head resting on her chest

Snuggling at any time>>>>

Getting your Daddy to dress up and have tea parties with you while Davina takes pictures for incriminating evidence and maybe blackmail for later against her husband

^seriously, this man will be wearing a tiara, a feather boa, having his pinky stuck out and everything. Anything to make his little girl happy

Waking them up by jumping on their bed

If you're crying, best be ready for your Momma and Daddy to be there by your side right away, comforting you and calming you down

Mommy and me time when Kol is forced to go to family meetings (courteously of Elijah)

^you guys always have an awesome time, you love being with your Momma

She teaches you some spells to grow flowers and such

^she had banned Kol from ever teaching you magic again after he taught you how to make flame circles to appear wherever you wanted and how to blow something up with your mind (rip to the toaster)

You love listening to your Daddy's heartbeat as you fall asleep again his chest

Davina has to physically stop Kol from ripping someone who looks at you for too long - no one gets to look at his little witch like that

Immediately cheering your Momma and Daddy up by just walking into the room

Only being allowed to get babysat by Elijah, Rebekah, or Marcel. They don't trust anyone else (cough Klaus cough)

Watching all the Harry Potter movies in one day because you love watching the movies with them, especially when you're in little space

Being super cuddly when you're regressed all the way

Having basically a death grip on either one of them if you fall asleep next to or on them

Giving your Daddy kisses on the forehead because he does that to you all the time

#kol mikaelson #davina claire #little reader #kol mikaelson x little reader #davina claire x little reader #kol mikaelson x female little reader #davina claire x female little reader #kol mikaelson x female reader #kol mikaelson x fem reader #kol mikaelson x reader #davina claire x female reader #davina claire x fem reader #davina claire x reader #headcannons #momma davina claire #daddy kol mikaelson #cute #fluff #imagines #thevampirediaries #theoriginals #legacies #kol mikaelson headcannons #davina claire headcannons

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Davina Claire: The Locket

Medium: Graphite Pencil

(I have a head-canon that after her death - her natural death - Kol keeps a picture of his wife in a locket. He never opens it. If he opens it the picture will fade, just like everything else in his long, long life.)

#kol mikaelson #the originals #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #fan art #the vampire diaries fanart #davina is a little bean and she must be protected #kol and davina #davina claire #kol x davina #kolvina headcannons #kolvina #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries fan art #the originals fanart #the originals fanfiction #the originals headcanon #kolvina headcanon #my name is cas and i draw stuff #my name is cas and i headcannon stuff #art #my art #the originals fan art #the mikaelsons #tvd fanart #tvdu #tvdu fanart #kol mikaelson headcanons #davina claire headcanon

[moonnotfound13]

Hello Beautiful Peoples!!

I've just started writing fan fics/headcannons, I've always loved writing so I decided to give it a try.

Here is a list of all the people/fandoms I'll be writing for:

Teen Wolf:

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Derek Hale

Allison Argent

Lydia Martin

Malia Tate

Liam Dunbar

Kira Yukimura

Peter Hale

Theo Raeken

Isaac Lahey

Cora Hale

Jordan Parrish

Erica Reyes

Brett Talbot

Braeden

The Maze Runner:

Thomas

Minho

Newt

Gally

Aris

Brenda

Harriet

Sonya

Winston

Teresa

Twilight:

Jacob Black

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Esme Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Leah Clearwater

Seth Clearwater

Sam Uley

Embry Call

Quill Aterea

Tanya

Kate

Carmen

The Last of Us:

Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

Joel Miller

Dina

Once Upon A Time:

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Snow White

Prince James "Charming"

Peter Pan

Felix

Devin

Belle

Drizella Tremaine (I freaking love Adelaide Kane)

iZombie:

Liv Moore

Major Lilywhite

Peyton Charles

Blaine DeBeers

Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti

Chase Graves

Lowell Tracey

Levon Patch

TVDU:

Elena Gilbert

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Caroline Forbes

Bonnie Bennett

Matt Donovan

Tyler Lockwood

Alaric Saltzman

Jeremy Gilbert

Enzo

Kai Parker

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Cami O'Connell

Davina Claire

Marcel Gerard

Jackson Kenner

Kaleb Westphall

Keelin

Hope Mikaelson

Josie Saltzman

Lizzie Saltzman

Landon Kirby

MG (Milton Greasley)

Jed Tien

Rafael Waithe

Ethan Machado

Cleo Sowande

Finch Tarrayo

Stranger Things:

Eleven (no smut!)

Mike Wheeler (no smut!)

Will Byers (no smut!)

Lucas Sinclair (no smut!)

Max Mayfield (no smut!)

Dustin Henderson (no smut!)

Steve Harrington

Jim Hopper

Nancy Wheeler

Joyce Byers

Jonathon Byers

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Dmitri (Enzo)

Kali Prasad (8)

Henry Creel/Peter Ballard

Sam and Colby:

Sam Golbach

Colby Brock

Seth Borden

Jake Webber

Corey Scherer

Katrina Stuart

Kris Collins (KallMeKriss)

Stas Siver

Amanda Raye

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Tyler Galpin

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Bianca Barclay

That is all for today my people! I do take requests, so please tell me what you would like and I'll try to get to it!

Have a good morning/day/night❤️🫶

[anewkindofme]

could u do some little davina claire headcannons please ❤️

Ask me for headcanons on characters from my fandom list!

Sure! I love Davina so much <3 Such a cutie pie.

Davina falls between 2-4 years old.

She uses her magic in her younger space, but it's usually for cute, silly things. Like making herself cotton candy or cleaning up her toys.

She loves having her hair put in braids or pig-tails. Overall, she loves having her caregiver play with her hair.

Davina wears a lot of "soft" clothes. Like sweaters, overalls, jumpers and the like.

Timeout is her least favorite punishment because it reminds her of her time in the attic.

Davina tries to be independent in her younger space but she reluctantly ends up admitting she needs help.

She loves music, especially classical. It is playing at all times on her iPod.

Davina has a playroom but she prefers co-sleeping to having a nursery. She doesn't want to be alone.

She loves all things sweet, especially candy.

Davina gets mad when she's called short, little or baby and will constantly remind everyone what a big girl she is!

Sometimes, she can get a little baby and suck her thumb when she's upset or tired.

Davina is very cuddly and loves to gives hugs and kisses, as well as receive them.

Her magic is under control, even when she's in a younger headspace. It used to be a little out of control but curbed it by practicing it while feeling younger.

She calls herself a princess and can get pretty sassy, which is what lands her in trouble the most.

In spite of insisting she's a big girl, she loves being carried everywhere.

Davina loves getting dirty and then avoids bathtime for as long as possible.

Rebekah or Cami are her caregivers. They spoil and dote on her, but are also firm with her when needed.

Davina carries around a teddy bear everywhere and will flip out if anyone else touches it.

#sfw agere #sfw age regression #sfw regression #sfw littlespace #sfw regressor #little davina claire #tvd #the vampire diaries #the originals #anon asks #asked and answered

[dizzydancingdreamer]

It’s 12:30 and I can’t sleep so, without further ado, Vincent Griffith headcannons—

-> I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: this man is the KING of hot chocolate and it was COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT

-> the ninth ward coven always puts on a Christmas market to fundraise— people come from across the country to see it— and the regent is always in charge of the hot chocolate stand

-> it’s like a little tradition / competition to see who can make the best hot chocolate

-> I’m strongly of the belief that Vincent isn’t that competitive— he just gives me chill NOLA vibes— and that when he realized he would have to make the hot chocolate he panicked a little bit

-> a lot— he panicked A LOT

-> but nonetheless he whipped up some hot cocoa and on the opening day he swallowed his heart and hoped his recipe wouldn’t completely flop— his nana had given it to him after all

-> to ease the edge a bit though he pulls out a bottle of peppermint moonshine— he bartered with the wolves for it— and splashes a bit in but a few people see him and ask him about it

-> “Is that this year’s special ingredient??” “What—“ “If that’s the ingredient count me in!” “Well... okay if you insist.”

-> that’s how Vincent became the king of the underground, Ninth Ward, hot chocolate competition via peppermint moonshine sourced from the Louisiana bayou

-> moving on from Christmas though

-> Vincent collects shoes— but not like fancy ones, just like rubber boots and skate shoes

-> he collects old Converse, he has 15 pairs, each a different color, regardless though his favourite pair is still the classic black high tops

-> he even had one of the young witch artists in his coven paint on a pair and he wears them around— it’s helped her slowly start a business

-> he does that a lot— helps the younger teens and adults in his covens with their hobbies and jobs whenever he can— his wardrobe is basically all embroidered crewnecks, hand knitted jumpers, and crocheted beanies

-> he never misses a moment to hype up one of their brands to the tourists and he keeps their spare business cards in his wallet and always makes sure to boost their social media before the conversation ends

-> he’s so smooth when he does it too that half the time they don’t even know what happened they just know they HAVE to look up the sweater because by god do they want one

-> he’s wickedly good at shooting pool— a product of his university days— and he used to hustle people when he was studying— it helped pay for his degree

-> nowadays he doesn’t take money for games, he plays the kids in his coven and occasionally Josh when him and Davina end up in the same bar as him— it’s always a good time and Josh always whines when he looses— sometimes Vincent lets him win

-> he got a dog after his wife went crazy, he had been so used to always having someone around that when he lost her he started to go a little crazy himself only this time in a different— more painful— way

-> he’s a golden retriever he finds at a rescue society, a little matted with a few scars but Vincent finds comfort in that— they’re both a little worse from wear, despite his appearances though he’s energetic and they click from the jump

-> he names him Baxter and they go everywhere together— Vincent is literally never seen without Baxter

-> at first he swears off magic— afraid of what it did to him and his wife and what it might lead him to do to Baxter— but when he’s called to regency and there is no way out he promises to himself that he won’t let the magic take Baxter away from him

-> the coven loves Baxter and the kids are always playing with him and cuddling him, the church and Lafayette Cemetery are filled with water bowls

-> Baxter and Davina are very close and when she dies he lays by her grave and refuses to move for three days

-> Vincent refuses to leave Baxter so they both take vigil beside her, sometimes joined by Josh or Marcel, once even Kol, until finally Baxter moves

-> he rarely wears matching socks— not to make a statement but because he’s terrible at doing his laundry and he never washes two matching socks at the same time and he’s usually scrambling out the door after grabbing two socks he can find

-> he’s always on time but just barely— he’s the guy pushing through the door at the last second who people roll their eyes at but smile anyway— he’s charismatic and strong though so nobody really minds— he does his job and he does it well and that’s all that matters

#Vincent Griffith #the originals headcanons #Vincent Griffith headcannons #the originals #to #Vincent Griffith to #Vincent to #Vincent the originals #Davina Claire #josh rosza #marcel gerard #kol mikaelson

[zodiyack]

The Originals Masterlist

(updated per upload)

Back to Masterlist | The Vampire Diaries Masterlist 

Prompt List  / Prompt List Two / Smut Prompts | Requests &/or feedback | To Do List

Taglist(s)

★ = smut

⋆ = presmut

♡ = fluff

☁ = angst/violence

☠ = death

Niklaus Mikaelson

Headcannons ~

Being A Winchester And Dating A Mikaelson Would Include...

Series ~

Every King Needs An Heir (Warnings Vary) (incomplete)

Each part is a memory from their time, however, to show their story, one must go to the beginning. Before the Originals existed. When Niklaus and the love of his life changed into the creatures with the rest of his family. Then end with where him and his queen are today.

Part I / Part II / Part III

Nonship / Platonic / Relative!Reader fics ~

Love On The Run ☁

(Request) In the heat of the moment, Y/n says something that pissed Klaus off. Elijah does the only thing he can and tells his wife to run for her life.

Fics And More ~

Back ♡

(Request) After a long amount of time without his queen, the big bad hyrbrid has her back in his arms once more. Boy is she glad to be back.

A Sire And His Sired ☁

(Request) Lucien doesn’t know boundaries, especially when it comes to his sire’s beautiful lover. He’s convinced she’s a goddess, but the god that rules by her side isn’t too happy about his advances.

Bad Boys

(Request) Klaus falls for the Salvatore’s sister, which doesn’t sit well with Damon. Unfortunately for Damon, hearing her sing, Klaus falls deeper.

Childish Games ☁

(Request) The big bad hybrid is playful and fun? Since when?

In Regards of My Ex ☁

Niklaus believes deceitful gossip from Aurora De Martel about his wife and takes his anger out on her. As a result, Y/n leaves and finds comfort with Cami and Davina, who call in backup to confront the big bad hybrid about his big bad dumbassery.

In Regards Of My Apology (Part Two) ☁

Y/n misses her husband so much that it affects her visibly. Rebekah allows her to rant about it then schemes with Elijah. Before Klaus knows it, his older brother and younger sister are before him with an important message.

In Regards Of My Stupidity (Part Three) ♡ ☁

Left alone in his empty castle with guilt, memories, and Hayley and his siblings’ words of advice to keep him company, Klaus hopes to reconcile with the woman he loved and betrayed.

When The Past Follows ☁

(Request) The Winchesters and their childhood friend Y/n visit New Orleans, where Y/n had a bad heartbreak. Her ex has two cases for them, but meanwhile, can’t help but sink his hybrid teeth into mischief, trying to get a rise out of Dean because of his unspoken feelings toward Y/n.

Elijah Mikaelson

Fics And More ~

Unsupervised (600+ Follower Special) ♡

Elijah leaves his lover in his brother, and sister’s, care. Soon enough, he learns how dumb of a mistake that was, finding her in a hospital and drunk out of her mind. Maybe next time he won’t leave her unsupervised.

Brotherly doings ☁

In need of a plan, Klaus uses Elijah’s girlfriend as bait. Elijah finds her and he doesn’t respond well to his brother’s idea. Nor does she.

Complications ☁

(Request) Ansel had a daughter a little after his affair with Esther, and his wishes for her to be protected didn’t go unnoticed by Esther. The second Hybrid to exist wishes to find her half-brother, unintentionally falling for his brother whilst doing so.

Time Can’t Heal All Wounds ☁

(Request) While Elijah believes he’s chasing after Hayley, his true feelings follow Y/n. And what hurts Hayley more than loving Elijah even after Jackson’s death, is knowing that.

Funny-Man

(Request) Cross-over with supernatural! Y/n Winchester is dating Elijah Mikaelson and her brothers would like to meet Elijah and his family. Unfortunately, Dean just isn’t the best with words.

Love On The Run ☁

(Request) In the heat of the moment, Y/n says something that pissed Klaus off. Elijah does the only thing he can and tells his wife to run for her life.

(PART TWO) Love Reunited ☁ ♡

The only thing standing between Klaus and forgiveness from his older brother is Y/n and her freedom.

Rebekah Mikaelson

Headcannons ~

Being A Winchester And Dating A Mikaelson Would Include...  

Nonship / Platonic / Relative!Reader Fics ~

When The Past Follows ☁

(Request) The Winchesters and their childhood friend Y/n visit New Orleans, where Y/n had a bad heartbreak. Her ex has two cases for them, but meanwhile, can’t help but sink his hybrid teeth into mischief, trying to get a rise out of Dean because of his unspoken feelings toward Y/n.

Freya Mikaelson

Headcannons ~

Being A Winchester And Dating A Mikaelson Would Include...  

Finn Mikaelson

Headcannons ~

Being A Winchester And Dating A Mikaelson Would Include...  

Kol Mikaelson

Headcannons ~

Being A Winchester And Dating A Mikaelson Would Include...  

Fics And More ~

Love Is The Greatest Power Of All ☁ ♡

Y/n and Kol have been together for centuries, she was traumatized over and lonely after his death, but vowed to avenge him. Years later, he’s in a new body, which she somehow already knows is him. Why? Because, it’s simple, love is the greatest power of all.

Snapping Is Over Rated ☁

It’s a bad time to be dating a Mikaelson when your brothers decide they want to go on a quest to kill the Original Family, who happen to be linked to each other.

Butterflies ♡

(Request) (PRE-VAMPIRE!KOL) Kol’s childhood lover has been sneaking off with him a number of times the older they got, but this time, he’s decided he’d like to tie the knot.

Trusting You To Trust Yourself ★ ♡ ☁

(Request) Kol’s first time feeding on his lover. All she wants is for him to trust himself, and all it takes for that to happen is for things to get a little spicy.

Alive ☁

(Request) Instead of Kol dying, the Gilberts and Y/n, Kol’s girlfriend, after some bickering, come to a compromise. Kol gets to live, as well as Jeremy and Elena, with Jeremy’s arm in tact as well.

Hayley Marshall

Nonship / Platonic / Relative!Reader fics ~

Time Can’t Heal All Wounds ☁

(Request) While Elijah believes he’s chasing after Hayley, his true feelings follow Y/n. And what hurts Hayley more than loving Elijah even after Jackson’s death, is knowing that.

Jackson Kenner

(No fics yet, but feel free to request when requests happen to be open!)

Marcellus Gerard

(No fics yet, but feel free to request when requests happen to be open!)

Davina Claire

(No fics yet, but feel free to request when requests happen to be open!)

Camille O’Connell

(No fics yet, but feel free to request when requests happen to be open!)     

Aurora de Martel

(No fics yet, but feel free to request when requests happen to be open!)

Tristan de Martel

(No fics yet, but feel free to request when requests happen to be open!)

Lucien Castle

Nonship / Platonic / Relative!Reader Fics ~

A Sire And His Sired ☁

(Request) Lucien doesn’t know boundaries, especially when it comes to his sire’s beautiful lover. He’s convinced she’s a goddess, but the god that rules by her side isn’t too happy about his advances.

#the originals #the originals masterlist #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #niklaus mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #x reader #reader insert #masterlist #master list #the originals master list #to masterlist #t.o. masterlist #masterpost #zodiyack #jackson kenner #freya mikaelson #kol mikaelson #marcellus gerard #marcel gerard #davina claire #camille o'connell #cami o'connell #aurora de martel #tristan de martel #lucien castle

[k-o-l-v-i-n-a-blog]

ESSENTIAL ORIGINALS

OK! STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND THINK! I WANT TO MAKE SURE I’M NOT JUST PSYCHO!

DOES ANYBODY ELSE WANT TO SEE DAVINA’S MOMMY AND DAVINA MAKE A COMEBACK? BECAUSE I WANT DAVINA AND HER MOTHER TO HAVE LIKE A HORRIBLE RELATIONSHIP AND HER MOTHER BE A TERRIBLE PERSON. THAT WAY KOL,MARCEL, AND KLAUS ALONG WITH THE DEVIL SIBLINGS. ELIJAH AND FREYA TO FEEL HORRIBLE FOR DAVINA AND THERE TO BE THIS HUGE FIGHT! THEN IN THE END DAVINA WILL JUST LIKE TAKE THE WITCH CUFFS, ASSUMING MUMMY DEAREST KIDNAPS HER, and LIKE I JUST WANT TO SEE HER GO PSYCHO AND SUFFOCATE HER MOM WITH THE CHAINS.

OKAY END MINI RANT!

😍

#kolvina #Kol Mikaelson #headcannon #davina claire #marcel gerard #the originals #tos4

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Cassie on Crack presents:

THE NERF WAR

A/N: While I write part three of Rational Thinking, have this headcanon. Why? Because it's healthy to write absolute crack every once in a while. Here lies my Masterlist.

The Rules:

Head shot = you're out.

Leg shot, arm shot, chest shot, and back shot = Target joins shooter's team. (E.X: Hayley hits Marcel's arm, Marcel joins Hayley's team.)

Gut shot = Target has 10 minutes to take out as many players as possible. Gut shot enemies CANNOT be killed during this time, but die after their 10 minutes is up. If a team leader is the target of a gut shot, their team is disbanded and it's once again every man for himself.

Weapons and Ammo are hidden throughout the compound/mansion. Obtainment of weapons and ammo is up to each player. No freebies. Hiding one's own weapons and ammo stashe is completely legal.

Finder's keepers.

If a team leader is killed or shot onto another team, their previous team is disbanded and the members thereof return to free for all combat.

Butt and groin shots are cheap... and absolutely legal.

Any magical modifications to any weapon is strictly BANNED. That means no homing rounds, no cloaked stashes, and no silencing charms. (We're looking at you, Freya.)

For those without enhanced senses, perception altering charms are legal, however such magic can only be used to dull footsteps, breathing, and heartbeat. NO SILENT RELOADS.

Rule breakers are out and forced to observe for the rest of the round and the next three games.

The last player or team standing wins!

How it Starts:

In an alternate universe where everyone is alive and happy, the birth of Hope Mikaelson inspires the whole family to do better when it comes to petty disputes. This decision brings about a new Mikaelson Family tradition... THE NERF WAR...

A war can be started at any time and they can last for days. (The longest was two weeks and where Klaus was hiding that entire time remains unknown.)

The cause can vary from a serious argument to an off-handed insult. Really, it just depends how close the nearest weapon is to whomever is involved.

This particular time, Rebekah tosses a snide remark at Kol - something about being the pop-tart hog - then suddenly Kol is reaching under the table. The sound of duct tape ripping pierces the air and a loud click rings out across the compound. Rebekah cries out, holding a hand to her cheek as a little yellow sphere rolls across the table. Kol grins.

THE WAR HAS BEGUN.

The lights go out and everyone scatters, some breakfasts remain on the table - unfinished though they may be - while others seemingly disappear as fast as their respective owners.

A teenage Hope, more than sick of losing to various family members, murmurs a quick spell to dull her footsteps and breathing before rushing to the kitchen.

There, atop the cabinets she has previously hidden a Nerf bolt-action sniper rifle and six packs of ammo.

She reasons this should be enough to get her through the first hour or so for she has grown up learning her family's strategies and now plans to use their strengths against them.

Hayley finds her daughter first.

The unsired hybrid is dangerous as she's rather unpredictable. She's smart and her aim is fantastic. She is NOT to be underestimated.

"You're exposed, Hope-ers," Hayley's voice calls out from the darkness, just beyond the kitchen doorway.

Hope dives behind the kitchen island as a foam dart whizzes past her left ear. She bites her lip to contain a laugh as she shoves her first clip into her rifle.

"Didn't think you'd be coming so soon," Hope replies, inching her way to peak around the corner. She sees a dark silhouette outlined against the door frame and peaks her gun out just slightly to aim.

"Think again!" Hayley says with a chuckle.

Two more darts fly past the kitchen island, one just a hairsbreadth away from Hope's hand wrapped around the handle of her rifle.

Knowing she has little chance if she doesn't act now, Hope empties her clip as fast as she can.

Two of the rounds tag her mother in the bicep and Hayley steps out from the corner with her hands up - she's holding a post-apocalyptic lookin' thing with four revolving barrels and a slide-action reload.

"Guess you're on my team now." Hope smirks proudly, standing up from behind the island.

Hayley hugs her daughter, pressing a kiss to the teenager's forehead.

"Guess you're right."

Both take a moment to retrieve their ammo before cautiously leaving the kitchen and moving into the lower floor sitting room.

"So who should we go for first?" Hope asks in hardly a whisper - talking any louder would draw more attention then they can currently handle. She knows teams are already forming and the mother daughter duo is unlikely to last long if their numbers remain as they are.

"Aww... My baby's all grown up and plotting world domination! I'm so proud!" Hayley snickers.

Hope rolls her eyes. "Thanks mom."

"Any time, princess. Anyway, we should definitely go for Elijah. We don't want that absolute monster of a drum sneaking up behind us. I think he'll probably still be in the attic by now," Hayley hisses back, checking behind an armchair for any hidden assailants.

Elijah is the strategic one of the family; he goes floor by floor and room by room, mowing down anyone who happens to fall into his path with the biggest gun the world has ever seen. Sacrificing accuracy for sheer firepower, Elijah's weapon bears more than one hundred rounds on its own. Not to mention the various slings and bags worth of extra ammo he straps to his person at the beginning of every game. Suppression Fire is Elijah's M.O.

"Okay." Hope nods, passing by the old dumbwaiter hatch beside the bookcase.

No one's used it in years, of course... At least, that's what a very certain someone wants the family to think.

Hope smirks and waves at Hayley who regards her with a questioning look. The girl presses a finger to her lips and points at the dumb waiter shaft. She carefully tip-toes over to it and wraps her hand around the handle. Hayley nods in understanding and raises her weapon. Hope begins mouthing a count down. 3...2...1

She throws the shudder open and Hayley opens fire, Hope joining in a second later. A voice cries out in surprise from inside the shaft as mother and daughter pummel the poor sod with round after round of foam darts. There is no mercy from them.

"Alright! Alright! You've got me! I yield!"

The family likes to refer to Hope as their miracle, but the real miracle is how her father manages to jam almost six feet worth of Original Hybrid into that miniscule dumbwaiter shaft.

Positioned in there like a spider lying in wait with his arms and legs curled up to protect his face, Klaus spends the next minute or so grumbling under his breath as he somehow dislodges himself from his hiding spot.

"One of you hit my knee first," He admits, brushing off his jacket.

"Thanks for the easy win, dad!" Hope grins.

Klaus opens his mouth to object, but Hayley shoots his arm.

"Bloody hell, what was that for? I'm already on your team!"

"That was for being a camper." Hayley smirks.

That's right, Klaus Mikaelson the big bad Original Hybrid is a camper. He's always preferred to wait for his enemies to come to him and, in all fairness, his tactic is extremely effective. He wins a majority of games simply by outlasting other players. But he'll always emerge and pounce when there's only a few players left. He also keeps an enormous stash with him wherever he's hiding.

"Fork it over, Klaus," Hayley says. He rolls his eyes and reaches back into the elevator shaft, drawing forth a huge sack of darts, guns, and even a few snacks.

"Santa Klaus," Hope mutters. Her father shoots her a scathing look.

"How'd you find me anyway?" He demands, swapping his rival pistol for a tri-shot weapon that looks suspiciously like a Winchester rifle.

"Well I know you have like 8 hiding spots that you rotate every game - this is the only one I've found, though." Hope says with a shrug. Klaus' expression softens.

"Clever girl." He nods. Hope smiles.

Moving on from the sitting room, the trio hope to find a safe path to the attic.

"Status report?" Hayley whispers.

No matter where he chooses to hide, Klaus - paranoid genius that he is - always finds a way to keep track of team compositions.

"No one's had the guts to confront Elijah yet, so he's still alone which means Marcel can't be far behind. Though, I believe he's on his own as well," Klaus says.

Predictable as his tactics might be, Elijah has never been beaten by any other family member on their own.

What Elijah doesn't know, however, is that Marcel tends to follow him as he clears each room, eventually picking one to hunker down in. He then proceeds to camp with almost the effectiveness of Klaus.

The Hybrid continues-

"I do believe Keelin has managed to locate her custom bow as she has shot Freya onto her team. Freya then shot Cami in the face, so she's out of the game."

Keelin's modified bow is the bane of just about everyone's existence as it is a legal silent-load weapon. She's customized it with a more durable string and a higher draw weight, giving it greater accuracy and range. It also hurts like a mother.

Freya typically uses a semi-auto Rival assult rifle. She's a scavenger when it comes to ammo, preferring to fill her weapon with the darts other players have been foolish enough to leave behind.

Freya's solo tactic is to go straight for the kill regardless of who she's facing, while Keelin prefers to build a small team - three people at most. (That way there's fewer people to deal with should she be shot onto another team.) When the two of them team up, they are queens of the corner rooms, using any and all entrances as extremely effective ambush points.

Poor Camille has yet to win a Nerf War. She tries to use the hallways as choke points but her aim just isn't the best. Although, she is excellent at turning on her former teammates should she be shot onto another team. Her skills of escaping are unparalleled. She's also the family's best cheerleader when she gets 'killed' early on.

"As usual, no one's heard from Finn," Klaus tells with an annoyed eye-roll.

Finn practically invented the term 'silent as the grave'. No one hears him coming. Ever. Preferring foam knives, axes and swords to guns, he hides out in the darkness of the basement/dungeon, waiting for a brave wanderer to enter his domain. Although he despises being a vampire, he's learned that his undead state is not without it's advantages, such as not needing to breathe. The man will actually stop his heart and hold his breath for however long is needed in order to lull other players into a false sense of security before silently slipping out to slit their throats or stab them in the back. He's won his fair share of games this way. Oh, and his knives, axes, and swords are weighted accurately to their more lethal counterparts.

Unfortunately, Finn's not that great of a team player. He does his best work from the shadows and tends to get knocked out pretty quick otherwise. He and Cami have had some pretty fantastic conversations from the sidelines.

"Rebekah is once again queen of the courtyard," Klaus reports. There's a simultaneous groan from his other two team mates.

Despite other family members casual use of long range rifles, the youngest Mikaelson sibling is the only true sniper of the bunch.

Rebekah's infamous use of sniper rifles has won her quite a few games, though more often than not it ends up being spectacularly annoying. The blonde's favorite spot is lying prone on the actual roof, looking down over the courtyard. Her aim is impeccable and she will not hesitate to shoot her brothers out. However, Marcel and any female who happens to wander into her line of sight can just as well count themselves as the newest member of her team.

So far, Keelin and Kol are the only ones who have managed to shoot her down from that position.

Although, Rebekah does have the unfortunate tendency to underestimate the amount of ammo necessary for some of the longer games. She's most vulnerable when she ventures down from the roof to restock on ammunition. That's when other players or teams usually wait to ambush her.

"And to everyone's great surprise, Kol has allowed Davina to shoot him onto her team for the sixtieth time in a row," Klaus finishes with a grimace.

See, those two are tricky.

Davina has somehow mastered just about every Nerf weapon ever made. She'll carry several on her person and will not hesitate to switch between them at any time. Her unpredictability makes her a tough adversary to fight as she roams the maze of hallways and staircases that make up the compound's second floor.

Davina's default weapon choice for her patrol is a double barreled shotgun paired with a foam knife. Though her small stature makes for something of a disadvantage against the actual mountains of Viking that are the Mikaelson boys, it should be noted that she can and will tackle and slit the throats of anyone and everyone who crosses her path.

Kol, on the other hand, has mastered the art of being an absolute nuisance. His primary weapon is a four barreled pistol that can split into two separate pistols on command. He's the third best shot in the family and the king of dual-weilding. The variable arsenal he packs on his body is also annoying, not to mention the Nerf gatling gun he keeps strapped to his back in case of emergencies. Whether it be hiding under the main stairway or dropping down from the ceiling of a seemingly empty room, the guy is always bringing some weird new strategy to the table. More on his insane tactics later.

On their own, the witch and former witch are extremely dangerous. But together? It's a well known fact that, these two are absolutely deadly.

Kol and Davina are undisputed masters of the Sword and Shield technique. They have used it to single-handedly win dozens of games.

Back when the Nerf Wars first started, Kol managed to obtain a S.W.A.T Riot Shield. You know, those huge full body ones? Yeah. One of those. No one wants to know exactly how he got it. He holds the shield with one hand, and uses that four barreled pistol with the other. Davina stands between him and the shield, either weilding two hammer-load pistols or a fully automatic assault rifle. Together they roam the halls mowing down anyone they can find.

However, this tactic leaves them extremely vulnerable from the back and slightly weak from the sides. During a particularly long and competitive game, Finn successfully snuck up behind the two. He threw Kol to the floor and stabbed him in the back no less than twelve times before throwing a knife at Davina's head. Kol and Finn on one team was nothing short of disastrous.

Now if Kol gets separated from Davina, then things really get interesting. Kol will intentionally try to get himself shot in the gut.

He's affectionately dubbed this tactic: BERSERKER MODE.

This is when the gatling gun comes out. Within the next ten minutes the best chance any other players have to survive is simply to find the best hiding spot they can and stay as quiet as possible. He'll gladly go about slaughtering as many players as he can find, all while singing Fulsome Prison Blues.

"That's just spectacular," Hope complains softly. "Do you think they'll go for Marcel or Rebekah next?"

"Definitely Rebekah. With Kol and Marcel on a team, they'll lose any element of surprise," Hayley snorts.

On their way up to intercept Elijah, the trio encounter Freya and Keelin in the second floor study.

Battle ensues.

Hope ducks and scrambles back as Hayley dives forward and rolls behind a couch. Klaus rushes in and takes cover behind the desk, standing up every now and then to open fire on Freya and Keelin who move to flank Hayley. Freya turns to shoot Klaus but misses and in the split second it takes her to reload, Hope pokes her gun out from the doorway and hits Freya square in the jaw.

"I'm out!" She declares, raising her hands and stepping aside.

Klaus grins and makes eye contact with Hayley, together they hop up and pepper Keelin with darts.

"Ha! That's a gut shot!" She cries out a second later.

"Oh, bloody hell..." Klaus and Hayley are out of there faster than Freya can cheer. "Hope, run!"

Luckily, the wolf has to gather her foam arrows before she can go after them so that gives the trio some time. They rush through the rooms of the upper floor, not really caring who they might alert to their presence. Barring themselves in the library, they take a moment for Hope to catch her breath.

They chose the wrong room.

There's a loud whirring noise just before a spray of yellow Rival rounds attacks Hope's legs. She jumps in surprise and dives to hide behind a book case. Her other team members follow her example.

"You guys just missed Elijah," Marcel's lazy New Orleans accent draws from his hiding spot. He's taken a page out of Rebekah's book it seems, laying prone atop a bookshelf. Hope wonders how he managed to climb up there without attracting notice.

"Yeah, well we were a little bit busy running for our lives!" Hayley exclaims. "Keelin's been gut shot-ed."

Marcel's chuckle trails off into a mutter. "That's gonna be a pain..." He's absolutely right.

"Come now, Marcellus. It's three against one, the odds aren't exactly in your favor," Klaus reasons. "You should just surrender now."

"Not a chance!" Another barrage rains down over Klaus who grins as the rounds fly by him, missing by inches.

Without warning, Hayley makes a mad dash for the center of the room and jumps onto a table, giving her the extra height needed to nail Marcel in the forearm.

He lets lose a string of curses and climbs down, like a grumpy, six foot Rapunzel descending from a very unsteady tower. The bookshelf nearly topples on him during his dismount.

"Alright, so aside from a gut-shot Keelin, who are we up against?" He asks as he picks up as many of his discarded rounds as he can find.

Hope counts off on her fingers. "Freya and Cami are out. Davina and Kol are a team - shocker, I know - but that leaves Elijah, Rebekah, and Finn on their own."

"Sounds like fun." Marcel grins and cocks his gun, fully loaded once more. "Elijah's in the billiard room, if we hurry, we should be able to catch him before he reaches the lounge."

"Yeah, I'm totally with Davina on the whole 'you guys live in the Clue mansion' thing," Hayley huffs.

They stop in the hall just outside the billiard room. There are no volunteers to enter first.

"Uncle Elijah, we have you out-numbered and out-gunned!" Hope announces, pressing her shoulder against the door frame. "Surrender willingly, or die a painful death - the choice is yours!"

"Are you sure about that, little one?" Elijah questions. "Because, from where I'm standing, the odds of any member of your team subduing me before I take out any number of you seems rather low. Out-numbered... Perhaps. Out-gunned... I think not." He sounded extremely smug. "Oh, and hello Hayley."

"Hi, Elijah," Hayley tosses back.

Klaus sighs dramatically before sharing a glance with Hope. "Tell my story," He says.

Klaus throws himself through the doorway, catching Elijah just slightly off-guard. He fires, but misses and is met with a shower of foam darts. He cries out and staggers back as Marcel pokes just his gun around the corner and shoots blind.

"That was an incredibly lucky shot," Elijah observes.

Hope peaks around the corner to see just what had happened. Elijah had apparently flipped the billiard table on its side to use for cover with only his gun resting on his leg sticking out from behind it. Marcel had hit him in the leg. Lucky shot indeed.

"And that was my eye, Elijah," Klaus bites back, rubbing at the injury.

"I do believe that removes you from combat, brother." Elijah smirks, hoisting his enormous gun over his shoulder. Klaus glares at him.

"Cocktails for the loser squad!" Cami's voice calls from downstairs. That seems to lighten the hybrid's mood.

"Ah, now there's a party I can get into." He walks off pretty quickly after that.

Elijah doesn't bother to collect his expended ammunition. He's got more than enough. "Where to next?"

All other eyes turn to Hope.

She shrugs. "I dunno, I didn't really expect to make it this far."

"Oh, that's a shame; you were doing so well."

Everyone turns just in time to see Elijah's head get 'lopped off' by a foam axe. Standing behind him is Finn, armed with a foam sword, an axe, several knives strapped to various places, and another axe slung across his back. He's ventured from the basement and is grinning like a mad man.

Elijah chuckles and follows after Klaus.

"So, who's next?" Finn asks. He throws the axe in his hand and it hits Marcel square in the chest and he immediately turns to shoot Hayley who yelps and dives for cover.

But before Marcel can fire a shot, a loud snap rings out from behind Finn. A rubber tipped arrow sails into the back of his head and he hisses in pain, glancing over his shoulder to see Keelin and her bow at the end of the hall.

"I'm back, suckers!" She laughs.

Finn sighs and walks away, grumbling about how he actually had a chance this time.

Hope is quick to shoot Marcel back onto her team.

"Gahh Dayum!" He complains. "Again? Really?"

"You better believe it." Hope grins though her face falls when she sees Keelin barreling towards them. "Yeah, time to go!"

At this point, however, they find themselves cut off. With nowhere else to run, aside from trapping themselves in the lounge, they're forced to risk an unprotected dash across the courtyard. It's a long distance to cross - even longer when they know there's a sniper waiting to rain fire on them. They make their break for the stairs anyway, skipping down the steps two at a time.

Exposed as they are, they dash across the length of the courtyard, aiming for the formal dining room.

"Anyone care to notice the lack of darts whizzing by our heads right about now?" Hayley points out as she and Marcel push the sliding doors shut.

Hope blinks, tallying up the fallen players in her head. "Wait, that means..."

Cami, Freya, Klaus, Elijah, Finn...

"Kol and Dee have Bekah." Marcel nods shrugging. "That's it, we're screwed."

"No, we're not!" Hayley smacks his arm.

"Either way, Keelin's got one minute 'till she's dead," Hope offers, trying to be helpful.

"Which means, we gotta be outta here by then 'cuz five bucks says those three musketeers are right on Keelin's tail... Which is probably where they've been this whole time!" Marcel groans, shaking his head. "Have I ever told you guys how much I hate Kol?"

"Only every other day." Hope smirks.

"He's a damn snake," Marcel rants. "Hiding right behind the most dangerous player until she's out of time? What a lousy move."

"You're just jealous you didn't think of it," Hayley says.

"I am not!" He protests. "See, I have better ideas, such as using the servant's passages to get outta here."

With time running out, Marcel's idea is the one they end up going with. The servant's passage leads them back to the kitchen, right where they first started.

From the kitchen stretches two hallways, one of which leads to the lower floor sitting room, while the other leads to a foyer-type space. As the trio emerges into the kitchen, they catch wind of voices drifting from the second hallway.

"Really feeling the sibling love here, Kol." That voice belongs to Rebekah and she doesn't sound too happy.

"I bet you are, sister," Kol hums, smug as a bug.

"Why do I have to be cannon fodder?" She whines.

"Because you're lucky!" Davina chimes in.

Hope waves what remains of her team forward. Once in the foyer-like space, they take up positions on opposite sides of the room, hoping to catch the other team in a crossfire.

A moment later, Rebekah appears from a side hall. She's armed with a Rival pistol, her sniper rifle is slung over her back.

"Well I haven't been shot yet, so I guess that means this room's clear," Rebekah huffs a moment later. She takes a few steps further into their trap.

Behind her, Davina steps out, full-auto machine gun in hand, and hair tied up in a ponytail. She's followed by Kol with that riot shield on one arm and his pistol in single-hand configuration.

"I dunno, Bex," Kol says. "I smell a trap."

Rebekah turns on her heel to stare at him, raising a brow. "You've said that in literally every room we've been in."

"Yeah, well which one of us hasn't gotten shot?" He quips.

"Me." Davina smirks and Kol opens his mouth to reply but closes it a second later.

From the way the three of them have positioned themselves in the room, only Marcel has a feasible shot at any of them. Hope sends him a meaningful look and he just winks.

Throwing away any and all chance at a surprise attack, Marcel steps out from behind his pillar with a lazy grin spread across his face.

"Surprise."

He opens fire, and as for what follows...

Pandemonium.

Kol swears loudly as he moves to shield Davina and poor Rebekah is left to fend for herself. She dives behind a couch and turns her aim on Marcel. Kol and Davina also fire on him and he just manages to duck back behind the pillar to avoid being hit.

Just as Marcel takes cover, Hope and her mother move in for the attack. It's a pincer maneuver - the one thing Kol and Davina's sword and shield tactic can't handle. With fire incoming from two directions, the two of them are out flanked.

Hayley lands two shots to Kol's back and for a moment, the shooting stops.

"Wait Kol, are you dead?" Davina wonders.

The Mikaelson boy tosses his riot shield to the side and looks up with regret in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, darling," He says.

"DAVINA, GET DOWN!!!" Rebekah screams.

In one swift movement, Kol splits his gun in two, leveling one each at Davina and his sister.

Pulling out her sniper rifle, Rebekah uses it as a shield/baseball bat combo as she races to Davina's side. She twists and swings the bulky weapon, knocking Kol's darts out of the air with it in an excellent effort to keep both of them protected as she and Davina climb the foyer's staircase.

With Kol laying down covering fire, Hope, Hayley, and Marcel rush for the cover of a small doorway. Hope throws the door open and waves her team inside. There's a smaller, cozier study space waiting beyond. Hayley's in first, followed by Kol, and then Marcel.

Rebekah rushes to set up a shot from the catwalk adjacent just as Marcel closes the entrance. The doors are nearly shut when her dart streaks through the gap and tags Marcel right between the eyes.

"Well... Damn," He sighs.

Kol whistles. "Nice shot, Bex..."

Marcel smacks him upside the head and stalks off to join the rest of the losers for cocktails.

"That was quite the epic betrayal, Uncle Kol," Hope smirks, snatching Marcel's gun from where he left it on a sofa.

"It was perfect, wasn't it?" He grins.

Hope shakes her head. "Should'a kept the shield."

"Nah, that would have made this next bit far too easy," Kol says, waving a hand. "Now, I take it the two of you have something of a plan?"

"Oh, yeah, let's see-" Hope ticks the bullet points off on her fingers. "Shoot, try not to die, win... That's about it."

Kol nods. "Solid plan. Simple, easy to remember." He turns to Hayley. "We're going to die."

Hope answers his comment instead, shrugging. "Maybe, but if you purposefully gut-shot yourself, I swear I'll kick you."

"Ooh, somebody wants to win," He laughs, grinning cheekily.

"What can I say, I'm sick of losing!" Hope declares.

Before Kol can come up with something more to tease his niece with, a whooshing noise turns all three heads towards the back of the room where a dart flies out from the darkness. It hits Hayley's nose before she can duck.

Crouched in the dark is Rebekah, that alcove is one of those maze-like passengers of halls and stairs between the first and second floor. This is the counter attack.

Hope revs up her new weapon and aims at the shadowy figure, laying down suppressive fire as she and Kol make for cover. None of her shots seem to hit, however, and she crouches behind a bookcase.

Kol, who flung himself onto a sofa, is closer to Rebekah's hiding spot. He reaches one pistol over the back of the couch with the blind confidence of Jack Sparrow and fires two shots.

"Bloody hell! That was my throat!" Rebekah coughs a second later.

"You're dead, sister! Cry about it!" Kol laughs as he reloads his pistol.

Without warning, Davina flings herself over the back of the sofa, landing on top of her husband.

"What the bloody f-" He doesn't even get to finish his profanity.

"Hi." Davina grins.

Kol raises a brow. "Would you kill me, my love?"

She kisses his cheek as she drags her foam knife across his throat.

"Yep!" She cheers, jumping up to her feet again. She turns to face Hope, switching her knife out for a pistol and shotgun while Kol shuffles off to pout like a child.

"Just you and me now," Hope says, leveling her gun on her aunt.

"Just you and me." Davina's smile is razor sharp.

Hope hesitates.

Then she turns, and high-tails it out of that room, screaming over her shoulder.

"You'll never take me alive!"

"That's the idea!" Davina laughs and gives chase.

Hope dashes into the kitchen as fast as her legs will carry her and hops up onto the counter, carefully aiming.

Davina rounds the corner hardly a second later and Hope, heart pounding, shoots first. The rival round bounces off Davina's cheek and all goes still.

"Di-Did I just win?" Hope whispers in awestruck delight.

Davina smiles and droops her weapons, giving her niece a hug. "That you did, Hawkeye."

Hayley wanders in right after with a loving smile. She gives her daughter a kiss on the forehead. "I think this calls for ice-cream," She whispers conspiratorially.

"Who said what about ice-cream?" Cami shouts from across the house and soon there are six or so voices arguing about where to find the best ice cream in New Orleans...

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Southern Nights

Title: Southern Nights 🌃

Word Count: 3,500

Warnings: Nightmares, talk about death

Summary: The first night they ever spent together went a little something like this... || Kolvina Short || Here lies my Masterlist

A/N: Here by popular demand on Wattpad. I might do more of these. if requested. Sorry, it's a little short.

The dump motel had been entirely Davina’s idea, thank you very much. Although seeing as she was the one with the credit card - courtesy of an unwitting Marcel - and considering the fact that he had spent the last three months lying to her about his identity, he didn’t feel all that inclined to argue. Hence why he sat on an uncomfortable wooden chair, right next to an extraordinarily dirty window, watching the lightning bugs blink through their midnight waltz. 

See, Kol Mikaelson had a fondness for New Orleans nights. Eventide in the Big Easy was one of the few things about Louisiana that he wouldn’t complain about. (Although that certainly isn’t to say he couldn’t complain about it. Kol could always find a reason to complain, much to his sibling’s chagrin.) The days he’d spent in New Orleans as a vampire hadn’t impressed him. Aside from the shroud of magic that enveloped the city (a quality as torturous as it was enrapturing because while he could practically taste the sparks of sorcery dancing on the thick summer wind he remained utterly incapable of connecting to it - so close yet just out of reach) and the constant roar of Jazz thrumming through the streets like the boisterous laughter of an unhappy man, days in the Crescent city really didn’t have all that much to offer. 

The nights, however? Well, New Orleans nights were something special. 

It was after the sun went down that the little city by the river came to life. On nights like this one when the sun’s heat took its leave and all the wild things crept from their holes to party the night away in rhythm with the ever-flowing Jazz under the light of the bayou stars. The magic in the air was palpable - thick enough to taste - and now that he was a witch once again he could feel it pulsing in his bones. He had missed such a feeling more than he could say. If it were up to him, he would be outside, simply basking in the connection he’d been deprived of for so long. But it wasn’t up to him. Instead, he was stuck inside a filthy motel room because of bloody Claire witches and their fire-inclined temperaments and Davina Claire had spelled the bloody door shut. 

What a woman. He couldn’t even find it within himself to be annoyed. Of course, he could easily undo the spell she’d used to lock him in, but that would be a moot point as he was actually a willing prisoner in this instance, and leaving this nasty - although admittedly extraordinarily well-warded - room would only make it easier for his mother to pin down his location and attempt to drag him back into her barmy-brained schemes. (That was a big ‘no-thank-you’ in his book. Alive or dead, Kol would not be his mother’s puppet.) The attention of good ole’ mother dearest was the last thing he needed. Besides, betraying his companion’s albeit minimal trust wasn’t going to do him any favors in the eyes of one Davina Claire. 

He glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping form of the Claire witch curled up on one of the motel’s twin beds, the one closest to him - and the door but that was only natural. He turned his eyes away from her rather quickly, gazing back out the window. For the love of Thor, he wasn't a complete degenerate; he wasn't going to watch her sleep no matter how adorable she may have been in her unconscious state. She'd had a hard day, used up quite a bit of magic, not to mention the minor head injury. The same could be said of him. Kol had no business being awake at such an hour anyway, but he'd always seemed to function better at night. He wasn't a morning person, that was for sure. Falling asleep at one in the morning wasn't uncommon for him, though he considered it an achievement if he managed to drag his corpse out of bed before noon. On the other hand, Davina, at least from what he'd gathered, was more of an 'early to bed early to rise' sort of person. Although one would certainly have to be in order to get the jump on his brother. He smiled softly at the thought. He was glad she'd finally drifted off to sleep, though it had taken him pretending to be unconscious for an hour before she dared to close her eyes. Not that he could blame her; he'd have done the same thing had their roles been reversed.

Bloody hell, she must hate him now.

Kol sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. He could picture the hurt in her eyes when she'd finally seen past his lies. For the record, Kol had never wanted to hurt Davina Claire. If he'd been ready, then maybe he would have been able to keep her out, but she had connected to him faster than he could react and viola, there you have it: Kol Mikaelson's Greatest Hits - The Double Feature. All his secrets, all his lies, all his worst deeds - all arranged on a silver platter. What a lovely way to start a friendship, ay?

"You're one of them," She'd seethed. It was the way she said it and the way she'd looked at him - as if he were the most revolting thing she'd ever seen.

Not that he could blame her. 

He was a screw-up, plain n' simple. That was all he'd ever been - all he ever would be - just some sick, twisted reject that nobody in their right mind could ever want. A thousand years was a long time and all he could seem to do was fail. Then by some bloody miracle, he'd finally met the girl of his dreams and he'd screwed that up too! Davina Claire was so extraordinary and all he'd wanted was for her to see something - anything - of value in him. That was all he'd ever wanted anyone to see, just something worth holding on to - something worthwhile. Kol wasn't like his siblings, he didn't need all that much, just a little bit - just one person to say one thing to let him know that all his pain, all his torment, all his thousand years culminating with his bloody death - for crying out loud - that it all hadn't just been for bloody nothing! That he hadn't been for nothing. There had to be a point to it all - there just had to be.

And, you know, he'd really tried this time. He'd tried so hard for Davina, because he’d seen her smile from across the street and if there was a point to all his everything, then she was it. If anyone on the planet was ever worth being good for, it was that lovely little witch. Maybe it was a little pathetic of him. After all, he'd seen her smile one bloody time, but that was all it took. Because Kol had died one thousand years before, and there was no magic that could bring him back to life - no magic except for Davina Claire. He wanted to be the reason Davina smiled. He really wanted to be worth that. 

And he'd tried.

"You liar!"

One thousand years was a long time to spend screwing up. Failure, it seemed, was his specialty.

But for however spectacular he was at failing, he was an expert in trying again. He’d spent his whole life getting back up and brushing himself off because that was all he could do. Checking out had been fun while it lasted, but at the end of the day, Kol had always been left to ‘figure it out’ because the worst thing about being human was a little thing called hope and Kol knew from experience that screwing up could never hurt as much as giving up. He'd already died twice. What more did he have to lose?

That was just it. He had nothing.

Nothing but himself, and something to do with that sick, twisted reject.

Davina murmured something in her sleep. He ignored it at first as he still liked to consider himself a gentleman and giving her the privacy to talk in her sleep was the least he could do. A few moments later, the girl made another small noise - it sounded more like a whimper this time. Kol frowned. Checking over his shoulder, nothing seemed to be amiss, but appearances could be misleading. Davina turned over with a tiny moan, then she huffed and turned back.

"Davina?" Kol hissed, weary of waking her. "Davina, are you awake?"

The girl gave no reply, at least not one he could understand. She huffed again, and then another time and Kol realized her huffs were actually small sobs. Davina was crying. He didn't want her to cry.

"Davina?" He raised his voice just slightly in hopes of somehow being able to soothe her. "You're alright, darling. Just go back to sleep."

The young Claire witch whined and gasped, kicking a little and gripping the sheets with enough force to tear through them. "No…" She choked out, her peaceful expression contorted into something pained. "No, stop it! Stop it! Stop!" 

Kol caught the strain of panic rising through her voice and felt the charge of magic begin to build in the room. He was up and moving in the next instant, rushing to Davina's side. 

"Hey! Hey, Davina! Wake up, darling!" He shook her shoulder once gently, unsure of what else he could do. She just looked rather small in her vulnerable state; he didn't want to do something that might hurt her. Although, as her thrashing grew more intense he was forced to reconsider. Gripping both her shoulders, he shook her firmly, raising his voice quite a bit this time. "Wake up, Davina, you're dreaming! You need to wake up!"

Davina managed to free one arm from its entanglement in her sheets and she used it to bat his hands away. "No! Stop it!" Davina screamed. "Let go of me! STOP!" 

Haunted witches were dangerous things - experience had taught Kol that much. For someone so young and so powerful, Davina's control was impressive but she was vulnerable in this state, and whatever terror was stalking the Claire witch's dreams would drive her magic to react. He was lucky he sensed the burst of magic before it came. 

Davina shrieked and an invisible force tore from her chest - a magical discharge powerful enough to cause the ground beneath them to quake. Throwing his arms up to shield his head, Kol murmured a protection spell, gritting his teeth in his effort to hold it as the veritable tidal wave of Davina's magic crashed into this body's meager capacity. (Once again, Kol cursed his mother. Esther knew of his knowledge and capabilities, she knew he was a threat and had placed him into one of the weakest vessels she could find.) The blast from Davina's magic receded, leaving him stumbling as he paused to catch his breath. He glanced around the room, assessing for damage. Aside from exhausting his reserves, Kol had managed to remain mostly unscathed; the motel's mirror, however, was less fortunate. The chair he’d been sitting on only moments before had also been obliterated - blown to bits and he was glad he’d managed to avoid the splinters.

Davina continued to thrash about wildly as if fighting for her life. (He knew what that looked like, he’d seen it thousands of times.) Kol struggled to his feet and moved back to Davina’s side, shaking her again. 

“Davina!” He called. “Bloody hell, Davina! Come on!” All he got for his efforts was a solid kick to the side as the air in the room began to swirl around them. He swallowed his pain with a curse and sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. Unsure where he pulled the strength from, Kol channeled all the power he had left into reaching out to Davina - into her mind, swirling with fear and chaos. He could feel them - the ancestors of New Orleans - stalking her dreams, keeping her trapped. Esther had corrupted them - they coveted Davina’s power as did she; they continued to torment the girl for her bravery, hoping to break her. But Kol knew they would fail. Davina Claire was stronger than them; they would never control her again. He could sense her fighting even now, scratching, biting, and clawing her way to the surface. She didn’t need his help, she never had, but he would offer it all the same. It was like extending a hand and she didn’t take it immediately. “Come on, Davina…” His power was waning. “You don’t have to do this alone…” She took his hand

“Surgere,” He muttered.

Davina shot up with a gasp. Trembling and sobbing, her hand flew to her throat as she frantically tried to place her surroundings. Kol raised his hands in what he hoped was a soothing gesture, keeping his voice soft. “Shhh, it’s alright, darling. You’re alright. It was just a dream.” 

"I-I know. I just-" She panted, coughing at the dryness in her throat. 

Satisfied she wasn’t going to blast him to kingdom come, Kol lowered his hands and moved to sit beside her, rubbing circles over her back like he used to do when Rebekah had a nightmare. “It was just a dream, Davina. You’re safe.” 

The girl looked up, those round blue-grey eyes that always reminded him of the morning mist were filled with tears. He saw in her eyes the innocence they both had lost. The tears dripped from her long lashes and Kol caught them with his thumb, wishing he could brush away her pain just as easily. “Kaleb?” She sniffed. And he didn’t even care that it wasn’t his name on her lips. He didn’t care because the way she was looking at him was enough. She looked at him like he was worth something. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” He breathed. “It’s me, Davina. You’re okay.”

Davina shook her head, curling her arms close to her chest. “They-They were slaughtering us,” She whispered, her voice hoarse.

“Bloody hell…” Of course, she was dreaming about the bloody Harvest. He had figured as much but to hear her confirm it just gave him yet another reason to make sure his Mother’s plans failed. “I know. I’m so sorry had to go through that, Davina. I’m sorry your ancestors abused you and I’m sorry they won’t leave you alone but, you know what? Look at me.” She just shook her head and buried her face in her arms. “Davina look at me.” He pressed a kiss to her hair and guided her to raise her gaze. “You beat them. You beat them at their own game, one you never should’ve had to play, but you did and you won. You won, and because you won, they will never again have any power over you - not unless you let them. You are stronger than they are, Davina Claire, you always have been and you always will be.”

The girl nodded slightly and sat up, moving away from him. He let her go. “Thank you,” She said. Her tone was stiffer than before as she scrubbed her eyes. “You can go back to sleep now.”

“Ah, but we were having so much fun,” He joked, trying to pull a smile from her. She huffed a little but it wasn’t exactly a laugh. “Do you want to, I dunno, talk about it? I don’t mind staying up,” He continued, trying to be somewhat helpful. He'd never been very good at emotions but he could try, Davina was worth the effort.

“No.” She shook her head, her mouth fixing into a firm line. “No, thank you. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I could-” He started.

She cut him off. “Nice try, but please just don’t.” Her tone was sour and her eyes were back to steel.

Kol sighed. “Davina, I-”

“You know, I almost believed you just now -” Davina chuckled to herself lightly, wiping the last traces of her tears away. “- But then I remembered that you’re not actually my friend and that you’ve been lying to me since the day we met.

He hissed, frowning. “Friend? Way to hurt a man’s pride, love.”

“What?” 

“Well, flirting isn’t usually a platonic gesture,” He drawled, smirking a little.

Davina rolled her eyes. “You’re still a liar.” 

He was. Kol was a liar. He'd been lying for as long as he could remember. He'd lied for Henrik, for Rebekah, even for Niklaus. He lied quite a lot. He was good at it. But, strange as it was, he didn't want to lie to Davina, he wanted to tell her everything. Even the things that didn't matter - the oddest fleeting thoughts he had, he wanted to share with her and he wanted to hear her's in return. Yes, Kol wanted a lot of things with Davina Claire... and most of them were entirely rated PG.

“Would you believe me if I said I’ve lied more for you than I have to you, darling?” He asked. Though he didn’t let her answer. “And you’ve lied for me too. You could’ve ratted me out to Marcel today, but you didn’t. You trust me, Davina Claire, even if you won’t admit it.”

Her face betrayed nothing. She only sighed and dragged her fingers through her hair. “Just go away, Kaleb.”

“It’s Kol.”

“Kol …whatever, just go.” She turned over, facing away from him, signaling that this was the end of their conversation. Kol stood up rather reluctantly, moving over to the other bed and laying back.

The night was still dark and nature was alive outside, but it was quiet in the room. Kol knew she wasn’t sleeping, knew she didn’t intend to for the rest of the night. He knew she was just going to tough it out because she thought she had to. It wasn’t fair - he didn’t want her to suffer the same way he had. Kol knew what it was like to die - no one in his family had mentioned it after the fact. It was sort of a taboo subject, nobody brought it up and everyone suffered. But Davina shouldn’t have had to do it alone.

“I have ‘em too,” He spoke into the darkness. The Claire witch gave no reply but she shifted and Kol took that as encouragement enough to go on. “Nightmares, I mean. You would think that after all this time they would fade, yet I still dream about it. It’s like a loop in my head, can’t seem to make it stop.”

Her voice was so quiet that he almost didn’t catch it. “What do you dream about?”

“The night I died.” A wry smile stretched across his face. “The first time, not the second, mind you.” He heard her laugh just slightly. “I won’t say I know how you feel, Davina. But I remember how I felt. I remember that lingering cold and that sensation that feels as though you’re floating while your body feels like it’s too heavy to bear. I remember that. I told you we're Kindred Souls and I meant it… You’re not alone.” 

“Do you…Did it hurt?” She whispered. He couldn’t see her face but, oh how he wished he could. Her voice was soft, tentative. “Do you remember the pain?”

“Yes.” He replied. The girl was silent for a few moments, and Kol waited, simply listening to the cicadas buzzing outside. He didn't expect her to say anything. She didn't need to. He didn't sleep either, electing to stare out the window instead and watch the stars begin to fade.

“Kaleb?”

“Hmm?"

“How did you die?”

He sighed. Of all the questions he supposed hers was the only one that mattered. “I died running," He began. "I was running to warn my siblings, and every time I think; if I had only been a little bit faster, perhaps things would have been different… I guess I’ll never know.” His tone was rather calm as he spoke of his death. It was soft and almost detached but reminiscent as well. “My father ran his sword through my back - missed my heart, though. I died slowly. The minutes ticked by and-and every breath was agony. I felt helpless, scared, and alone, unable to move, unable to die - half drowning in my own blood and no one was around and no one knew and I knew that my siblings were only minutes away from the same. Yet, I could do nothing but choke and die… It’s strange to feel yourself bleed out, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” She said, her voice the same as his. She said: “I didn’t like it very much.”

“Neither did I.”

Minutes drifted on. The sky gained a little bit of light, but only enough to turn the sky from black to grey. Davina still had more questions.

“Kaleb?”

“Yes?”

And she asked: “Did you scream?”

And he said: “No.” He told her: “I wanted to. I tried a few times but all I heard was silence. See the movies have it wrong, you can’t scream when stabbed in the back. I tried and I tried, but I couldn’t. There was no one around to hear me anyway.”

“What did the sword feel like?” She wondered.

“It was metal,” He answered. “It was cold.”

“Kol?”

“Yes?”

A pause. 

“This doesn’t mean I trust you.”

Kol just chuckled. “Guess I’ll have to keep trying, love.”

“Goodnight,” She said.

“Sweet dreams, Davina Claire.”

Kol Mikaelson and Davina Claire would spend quite a few nights together after that, and he'd be saying those words every night for a while, whether the girl herself was there to hear them or not. Though neither of them knew that yet, it was alright, because - be it the magic or the company - those hot summer nights in New Orleans were something special.

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🔥By Light Of Fire🔥

A Kol Mikaelson Short

Name: Kol || Origin: Norse || Meaning: Dark

Title: By Light of Fire

Word Count: 3,000 (It's short for me.)

Summary: People in Kol's village said he was an evil boy. So he hid from them. Kol never really stopped hiding.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, kinda a make-out scene (Kol being Kol), mentions of arson, mentions of death, ANGST, and just a smidge of comfort there at the end.

🔥🔥🔥🔥Story Begins Below🔥🔥🔥🔥

Kol had always quite enjoyed the dark. He was a creature of darkness and if he were being honest, that darkness had been his most reliable ally for the last 1,000 years. The shadows he'd learned to play in granted him refuge, blessed him with anonymity, hid him from view, and waited patiently with him as that damn constant hunger clawed at his insides. The darkness didn't judge him for it. If anything it encouraged his sinister urges.

But it was more than that too - the darkness was more than just an ally. It was his confidante, his relief. The darkness was Kol's friend. It let him stay within its velvet folds, safe and sound, where he didn't have to look, where he didn't have to see the thing inside him come out and do what it always did. He could just watch everything as if he wasn't really there, as if he had become one with the shadows that lurked in that cold, lonely alleyway behind that pub in London where he'd taken that poor girl and too many like her. 

He could love her - make himself feel loved - at least for a little while. (Kol had never been a firm sort of person. It wasn't weakness, of course. He wasn't weak - he couldn't be weak. He'd just never been good at saying no - not for long anyway.) 

Until it became too much for him. (It wasn't his fault. The hunger was awful and he hated that he'd do anything to make it stop. But it never stopped. Kol couldn't make it stop. He hated it so much and it hurt so bad. He just wanted it to stop!)

Until her heartbeat was all he could hear. (It filled his ears, pounding out a low melody that lulled him into submission. It sounded so pleasant, so delicious, so wonderful, and it sounded like release - like release from that terrible hunger inside him. It was always the same and Kol knew it was a lie - he knew that - but he just couldn't help but listen.) 

Until the moment was perfect. (And, oh, was she perfect. Eyes, lips, hair, skin - all so perfect and he had her all to himself. Kol knew he was losing when he moved on from her lips and began kissing that sweet girl along the line of her jaw. It felt so good and it was almost real and he wanted more, so he fought to keep himself away from her throat. He listened to her moan, trying to focus on that, but it wasn't enough - her heartbeat drowned out all else. Kol pushed her up against a wall, pressing her closer to him and trying to appreciate the way her body felt, but he could smell her blood and the aroma set his throat on fire. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her thighs, bruising her, clinging to her like she was a lifeline and maybe the lust would keep the hunger at bay. But it couldn't. He couldn't. Kol slid his lips up and down the girl's throat. He really wasn't weak - she was just so soft and he'd needed to feel her - he wasn't weak. He felt her pulse throbbing just beneath the veil of her delicate skin, leaving a lingering kiss at that spot and savoring the sensation. Her blood smelled so good, and it was so close, and he was so hungry, and no one would see him, and he wanted it so bad.)

Until he lost sight of what he was hoping to find. (He'd always been told he'd never find it. Kol didn't know exactly what it was supposed to be but it was good. At least, that's what everyone had always said. This girl Kol had in his arms - the things he was doing to her - they were just parts of a whole. Those things were just a faded echo of a song Kol didn't know how to listen to. He had never heard what it was supposed to sound like. No one had ever cared to show him. No one had tried to help him understand. Not that it mattered now; he supposed it wouldn't ever matter. He was too distracted by the hunger to listen to anything more than that girl's heartbeat, anyway. Kol wished he could. He wished he knew how to listen - how to regret his actions - but he didn't. This thing others had told him about was supposed to be beautiful, but it wasn't because it felt empty more than anything because Kol was simply going through the motions. He didn't know any better. He didn't know how to know any better. No one had taught him. No one had explained. He was just expected to know but he didn't. Was that his fault? No, that couldn't be his fault. But none of that would ever matter because this condition - this curse - didn't care. That dull echo wasn't enough to stop him. He really wasn't weak - will power wasn't the problem, Kol just didn't know how to care about that girl - he wasn't weak. It was just like all those things the villagers had said as they'd gossiped around the bonfire. They said Kol was a wicked boy. They said there was something wrong with him. They said he liked destroying beautiful things. They said he wasn't capable of love. They said he didn't feel remorse. They said he didn't feel at all. They said he was cursed. It was all so long ago, but as the flickering orange flames had lit up their sour expressions, a six-year-old Kol had thought they looked like monsters. So he had run to Elijah, because his older brother had promised to keep him safe, and he hid from the adults around the fire. But Elijah couldn't keep him safe from their words. Those people didn't seem to care if he heard the things they said. He heard them. Kol heard every word. But they were wrong. They were wrong about him. They had to be wrong. Kol had tried so hard to prove them wrong. But it didn't mean anything now. Because now Kol was the monster and his lips were at that girl's throat and he could feel her pulse throbbing just beneath the veil of her delicate skin. Kol hated that he liked it but that didn't matter because he couldn't stop. Her blood just smelled so good, and it was so close, and he was so hungry, and no one would see him, and he wanted it so bad. All those people - they had been right about him - they had been right all along. Kol was a vile, wicked boy.)

Until he just couldn't control it anymore. (When he'd let his tongue dart out - just for one little taste because he simply couldn't help himself - Kol knew it was over. What a bloody shame it was for the world to lose a girl like her, but it wasn't like there was anything he could do. Because Kol wasn't the one in control and he hated it more than anything. He couldn't stop. At least, he'd made that poor girl happy… maybe… even if it was only the skin-deep sort of pleasure… even if it was merely a flaming lust that was the only thing Kol knew how to provide… maybe he'd given her a good thing… even if it was just a little bit. Maybe if he'd made her feel good then that made him less of a monster. He supposed it was all he could do. Because he couldn't stop. "I am truly sorry, darling," He had muttered against her throat. He wasn’t sorry, though. Kol didn’t know how to be sorry - not for her at least. But she didn’t need to know that. "Please, forgive me." Because once he started, Kol knew he wouldn't stop. He could never stop at just one. Because Kol was a vile, wicked boy.)

That was when the darkness was truly his friend. When he let go. When he lost. When he lashed out and sank his teeth into her carotid artery. The darkness told no one of the horrific things he did, it kept his secret. So, when he'd done those things, Kol ran and he hid. But not literally. No, on the surface Kol pretended to have been consumed by that thrill-seeking monster. See, that was easier than admitting that he just couldn't control it because none of his siblings seemed to struggle with their bloodlust as he did. Even Rebekah, who was younger than him, had more control over herself than he did. Kol didn't understand. Maybe there was just something wrong with him. So on the inside, Kol ran and he closed his eyes and he covered his ears and he hid. Because there was a part of Kol - the human part - that wanted to believe that if he couldn't see what he'd done then perhaps it hadn't happened, perhaps he was still innocent. If nobody knew, if nobody saw, then maybe - just maybe - Kol wasn't quite as evil as the vile things his bloodlust made him do.

The darkness was his friend because it hid him away like it always had. Whether from his father's monster or his own, Kol could always count on the darkness to protect him; he trusted it. Though, there had been a time when that trust hadn't been something so sinister.

The darkness had meant something different all those years ago. Back before his mother's curse had stolen everything Kol had loved about himself and left him only the parts he hated. The dark hadn't been an ally to hide his sins. The dark had meant the coming of night. All those years ago, the night had been his comfort, his refuge, his friend. The darkness had been different then because he had been different then. Kol had been young, he’d been innocent. More importantly, however, Kol had magic. He’d been a witch. And with that came the titles of ‘weak’ and ‘lazy’ and ‘disappointment’ and 'freak' and ‘outcast’.

Kol Mikaelson had never known what it was like to be normal. He had always been an odd child - he had always been a freak. (A vile, wicked boy.) Witchcraft wasn’t exactly a favorable trait for a young boy to be exhibiting, especially in a village of such small-minded inhabitants. As if that wasn’t enough, Kol had never been very good at making friends. Well, no - that wasn’t quite right. Kol was very good at making friends; it was the keeping them part that he had a hard time with. Kol could be unduly charming when he felt like it, which was usually only when he wanted something. More often than not, he was brash and cold. After all, why would he need friends when he had magic? Adults in the village would scowl at him and shake their heads at the lack of sympathy he had for those he harmed with his magic or his troublesome nature.

Kol had been merely ten years old when he’d burned another family’s hovel to the ground. It had been an accident - mostly. It was just a prank and Kol hadn’t meant for it to go that far; the magical fire had spread much faster than he’d expected and, sure, he could have stopped it, but that would have meant getting caught. So, he just stood there and watched it all burn. And while it had burned, Kol had laughed. He had laughed, his eyes glowing with the light of fire. He had laughed and laughed because the flames were bright and beautiful and because it was funny! And everybody else was laughing too.

Hours later, once the fire was out, it was Elijah who’d found him first. Kol was sitting on a charred, blackened stump and he was giggling, his bright eyes gleaming as they focused on the flickering orange flame he manipulated in the palms of his hands. He'd always liked to play with fire. It didn’t take very long for the elder brother to put two and two together. 

“Did you see that fire today, Kol?” Elijah had asked gently, kneeling in front of his younger brother.

“Yes!” Kol had said.

“It grew very big and was quite hot, wasn’t it?” The older brother pressed. Kol scoffed and rolled his eyes, allowing the flames in his hands to sputter out.

“Well of course it was, Elijah!” Kol exclaimed gleefully, “I made it!”

The little boy was quite proud of his work. He was proud that he’d made the whole village laugh.

But Elijah had only frowned. He didn’t seem to find it funny. Kol couldn’t understand why.

Elijah didn't tell their mother and father, for the elder sibling knew what the consequences would be for something such as what Kol had done and he didn’t want to see his precious little brother suffer their father’s wrath. Instead, Elijah gently took hold of his brother’s small hands and carefully explained to him that Kol had done an awful thing.

Turns out, Kol had gotten it wrong.

The people in the village hadn’t been laughing.

They had been screaming.

“You must be more careful, Kol,” Elijah had chastened him, “Your magic is not a game!”

“Why not?”

It was hard for Kol to understand because he still thought it had been funny. He didn’t understand why nobody else thought so. It wasn’t like anybody had been hurt. It had just been a prank, right? He hadn’t meant anything by it.

“Does this make me bad, brother?” He’d asked Elijah, tears slipping from his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. Elijah wiped them away.

“Of course not. We will rebuild and it will be like nothing ever happened. It’s alright, you didn’t understand. You simply made a mistake is all,” He reassured the boy.

Kol shook his head, sniffling a bit. “I don’t want to be bad.”

“I know.” Elijah nodded. “I know.”

“Next time I do a bad thing and I don’t understand, will you tell me how to stop?” Kol pleaded.

“Of course, I will.” Elijah smiled.

“Promise?”

“You have my word.”

Time went on, as it’s so good at doing, and Kol ended up getting quite tired of that promise. See, his mouth had the unfortunate tendency to run faster than his head, and, according to Elijah, just about everything that came out of it was bad. Everything Kol thought was funny wasn’t. Everything he thought was kind wasn’t. No matter what he tried, Kol just couldn’t seem to do anything right and for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why.

But that had always been the problem - Esther didn't know him. No one in Kol's family knew anything about him. None of them cared to. (No one except Henrik. But Niklaus brought Henrik back from the woods and there was so much blood, Kol almost didn't recognize his little brother. Niklaus brought Henrik back, but their little brother wasn't breathing. Henrick was the only one Kol could ever talk to, but Henrik was gone. For one thousand years Kol yearned to talk to his little brother again. But small, white bones in a small, shallow grave could never be very good at making conversation. Eventually, those small, white bones were gone too. Just like Henrik. Kol couldn't have him back.) He was barely more than a stranger to his own kin. They didn't know anything about him. They just knew something was wrong with him. As much as he didn't want to face it, Kol knew it too.

Kol had been eighteen then, the year their mother had cursed her children to become monsters. Rebekah had just reached seventeen, Niklaus was hardly twenty, Elijah was twenty-four, and Finn had been nearly twenty-seven. But Kol had been eighteen.

Kol had been but eighteen years old, and he had already come to realize there was something wrong with him. (Just like the villagers had always said.) He was just a boy. (A vile, wicked boy.) He didn't deserve to be cursed. (The villagers said he already was.) He didn't deserve to die. (What had he done to deserve such a cruel punishment? He hadn't done anything. Kol was innocent!) He hadn't wanted to be strong or fast. After all, why would he need to be when he had magic? Strength, speed, immortality - those were his father's wishes. It was Mikael who wanted those things, not Kol. They all sounded nice at first, but even as a boy he knew they could never be worth the price they demanded and that price was high indeed. Kol hadn't asked to pay it. He had only ever wanted to play games and have fun. He'd never asked for that sinister appetite. Esther should have known better. His mother should have known her own son better. She should have known Kol couldn't control it.

There was something very wrong with him.

He just didn’t understand people. He didn’t understand emotions. The others in the village called him a vile, wicked boy. They said he was wretched and evil. But Kol didn’t feel that way; he didn't feel very evil at all. He felt merely frustrated. Right versus wrong was a concept he was only just beginning to grasp and though Kol knew he didn’t want to be bad - knew he didn’t want to hurt people - he also knew he didn’t really understand what bad was. 

What made the bad things wrong? What made the good things better? How was he supposed to tell the difference? 

Kol couldn't see a difference. Everything felt mostly the same.

When Kol hurt someone, when he did something wrong, he never really felt much from it. If anything, the things he said and did felt good. Guilt had never really been something that bothered him. It was his family’s reactions that made him regret whatever it was he’d done.

Finn with his disgust. (Disgust that would one day sentence Kol to death. A slow, agonizing death. Kol had never deserved to die - to be run through on the sword of his own father. Kol hadn't deserved to die then, just as he hadn't deserved to die one thousand years later - forced to feel his body slowly shut down while every inch of him burned - all in an attempt to protect his siblings from an unfathomable evil because he loved them, even if they didn't love him. Kol had never deserved to die, especially not when he'd finally found a second chance, especially not when he'd finally discovered what that 'thing' everyone had told him he'd never find felt like, especially not when he'd only just found her - Davina - especially not when she said she felt 'it' too, especially not when he finally realized that the 'thing' he'd been told he'd never find was absolute adoration - it was like love but it was so much stronger that he didn't know how to say it. He loved her - Kol Mikaelson loved Davina Claire - and by some goddamn miracle she loved him too. And it felt like how everyone had always said, it felt like peace, and it felt like wonder, and it felt like joy, and it felt like something he couldn't wait to show her. But what should have been beautiful only brought Davina pain, because Finn had taken Kol's chance away. Kol hadn't deserved to die - slowly agonizingly - and Davina hadn't deserved to watch. But Finn had been disgusted.)

Niklaus with his sadness and fear. (Fear of their father's wrath. Fear that turned to hate. Hate that he only ever seemed to take out on Kol. But woe unto him if he ever tried to defend himself from Nik's rage. If he tried to defend himself then he was a traitor. A traitor to a vow he'd never benefited from - a vow he never even had a hand in making - a vow he'd never even been offered the choice to make. He was a black sheep not a traitor. Not that Nik ever saw a difference.)

Elijah with his disappointment and shame. (The shame of a hypocrite that he would hide behind a façade of clean hands rather than explain to his little brother that it is intentions which give actions context. Elijah was a hypocrite. He never explained. He did awful things - cruel things - yet somehow those things were different than the things Kol did. Somehow, Elijah could murder an entire town and that was fine, but if Kol killed a few measly peasants that was wrong. He was simply following his older brother's example, was he not? Yet when Kol did it, it was wrong. He was wrong. He was vile. He was wicked.)

Rebekah with her outrage. (Outrage so hot it could burn like flames engulfing that white oak steak when it pierced his heart. Outrage hot enough to make her turn her back on him - to leave him to fight alone. To leave Kol to die alone. Outrage that only cooled when she wanted something.)

And Henrik. Sweet Henrik with that horrified look on his face, like he was two steps from retching or sobbing and he didn’t know which one. (And wasn't it funny that Kol missed that horrified expression? Kol did bad things sometimes just to help him remember how sick Henrik would have looked if only he could see what his older brother had become. Kol did it because some days that image of Henrick's fear and innocence was all he had left of him. Over time, even that started to fade. The memories faded away into a blur until they were gone, just like Henrik was. It was almost funny, all the things he missed about his precious little brother. But it wasn't funny because all those things only served to irritate that hole in his heart where Henrik used to be. Kol missed his little brother so much that it hurt. And because it hurt, everyone else needed to hurt as well. It was only fair. Perhaps if other people felt the pain Kol felt then maybe that chasm in his heart wouldn't hurt so bad. Kol tried to make the pain go away - he tried to drown it - but blood or booze it didn't matter. Nothing ever worked. That hole in his heart never stopped hurting.)

Kol just didn’t understand. It was just a game. He thought it was fun. What had he done wrong?

But instead of helping him understand, as an older brother should have done, Elijah was always too busy worrying about Niklaus. Elijah had made Kol a promise but he broke his promise. (He spent so long trying to redeem Nik's soul, but he'd forgotten about Kol completely. Why had Nik's soul been deemed worth saving and not his? What had Kol done to be branded worse than the hybrid? Nik only ever woke Kol from his dagger induced sleep when he was feeling like doing something cruel. So what about that made Kol the evil one? When had Elijah decided that he wasn't worth saving? Kol thought he knew: It was when he was ten and he'd laughed as he burned that stupid hovel to the ground. That must have been when Elijah had realized there was something wrong with his little brother. That must have been when he realized that he couldn't love Kol like he did the rest of his family. That must have been it. Because the rest wasn't Kol's fault. It couldn't be his fault.)

All of his siblings - none of them cared. They never tried to help him. They just left him alone. Kol didn’t understand why. If they had needed it, he would have tried to help. But then again, every time Kol helped he did it wrong.

He couldn’t do anything right. (Because Kol was a vile, wicked boy.)

So, Kol had made a habit of hiding.

He hid from his father. (He had found this enormous hollow tree in the woods and that’s where he would run when his father beat Niklaus. Kol hated to hear Nik scream - it scared him. So he hid in that hollow tree where his father couldn’t find him and it was safe. It was dark inside and if Kol cast the right spell, he could become practically invisible. Wrapping the shadows around himself like a cloak felt much safer than standing out in the sun and those shadows accepted him more than his siblings. He felt like a part of them. He felt like he belonged. The only person he allowed to hide with him was Henrik. Kol would amuse his younger brother with magic so Henrik would stop crying. Kol couldn’t stand to see Henrik cry. The two of them only left that spot when Rebekah came looking. She’d ask Kol if he’d been scared and if he was then that was okay. But Kol gave her the same answer every time. Of course, he hadn’t been scared. Nik’s screams just made it hard for him to think. Bekah was being silly if she thought he was scared. It was all a lie, but Kol was a good liar, and after a while, Kol was sure he'd convinced her.)

He hid from his siblings. (Because if his siblings didn’t want to see him then he didn’t want to see them. After all, why would he need them when he had magic? He had magic, he didn't need anybody.)

He hid from responsibility. (Sneaking out at night was against the rules. On any normal night, he would do it to have fun - to do what he had wanted with his magic and not what his father deemed was useful. The forest at night was Kol’s personal magical playground and there were so many games he could play.)

Sometimes, Kol hid for the sheer thrill of it. (On the not-so-normal nights - on the night of the full moon - Kol would sneak out into the woods and he would hide. He would cast his cloaking spell and melt into the shadows as he watched the men turn into beasts. The adrenaline rushed through him, setting him on a high that, once experienced, he simply couldn’t give up. Kol was an adrenaline junkie and he’d been that way since age five. Adrenaline was his gateway drug. Maybe that was why he couldn’t control himself when something much more addicting came around. So, it wasn’t his fault. Not really. It couldn't be his fault.)

Then, one full moon, Niklaus took Henrik and they’d followed him. He’d lost them quite quickly, of course, thanks to the cloaking spell. He lost sight of them and Kol had been back in bed before dawn as he always was. (Kol had thought the two of them would just turn back and go home. But they didn’t. That wasn’t his fault, right? No, it couldn't be his fault.)

When Nik came home, Henrik wasn’t alive anymore.

Mikael was so angry - Kol remembered it all so clearly - he made Esther do a terrible thing.

And Kol knew it was bad. 

And he knew it was wrong. 

And he knew why.

Kol had tried to hide then.

He had tried to run.

He had run as fast as he could.

But he couldn’t run fast enough.

Mikael caught him.

Mikael killed him.

It was dark when Kol woke up.

That was comforting.

If it was dark then he was safe.

He thought everything was going to be okay.

But it wasn’t okay.

It was never going to be okay again.

Because Kol’s magic was gone.

Kol didn’t know who he was anymore.

He just knew his magic was gone.

He felt so empty.

And hungry.

So, so hungry.

And it hurt so bad.

Then the monster came out.

And Kol started hurting people.

He didn’t want to.

But when he did, it felt good.

It was euphoric.

And that terrified him.

But it didn’t stop him.

Because Kol was an addict.

He’d been that way since age five.

And his magic was gone.

And right versus wrong was something he didn’t understand.

And Elijah broke his promise.

He didn't tell Kol how to stop.

So, the monster didn’t stop.

And Kol couldn’t stop it.

(Cowardly.)

(Good for nothing.)

(Cruel.)

(Cursed.)

So, he did what he did best.

(Evil Boy.)

(Vile Boy.)

(Wretched Boy.)

(Wicked Boy.)

Kol ran.

And he closed his eyes.

And he covered his ears.

And he hid.

But this time, his siblings didn’t come to find him.

The darkness was his only friend.

Until he saw Davina.

Until she made those flowers bloom.

Until he saw her smile.

Until she warmed him with the light of her fire.

That was when something inside him cracked wide open.

All of a sudden, it wasn’t dark anymore.

Kol never wanted it to be dark again.

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Imagine it:

Davina and Josh just laying together on her bed, doing sleepover things, listening to Jack Johnson and just being normal kids for once. Sure josh is probably sucking back a blood smoothie and Davina keeps flicking her finger up and down, making the lights flicker a little bit, but those are the inevitable things. The important part is that for once they just get to be two best friends.

Maybe josh is painting her nails for her. God forbid she can ever do them herself without smudging them. She’s smearing a homemade face mask on him, one made of bananas and oatmeal that smells just a little bit off but Josh doesn’t say anything even though they both know she has a drawer full of real face masks that would actually do some good.

Maybe Marcel shows up eventually, a bag of takeout and a copy of the notebook in hand, and Dav and Josh just laugh because, hey, Netflix is a thing and who did he even borrow that from?? Probably Bekah, god knows she leaves enough movies laying around that it would be easy enough to snatch one, one he thought they might like. He doesn’t have to stay, or even bring them food, for what they’ve been through they’re more than capable of taking care of themselves. But they shouldn’t have to. And Marcel wouldn’t mind being a parent for a day. Besides, he brought mean girls too.

Maybe they’re listening to music on her record player, though, not an iPod. Josh has no idea how to use it so they end up listening to her faves. He doesn’t like classical music that much but he likes his best friend a lot and the way she smiles and closes her eyes when the violins start so he closes his eyes too. And it hits him when he does that he can feel each note in his lungs and that’s probably why she likes it too.

Maybe Dav falls asleep listening to him ramble. It’s a story he’s told a thousand times and she knows every twist but she wouldn’t dare give up the chance to listen to him talk this normally. Who cares if it’s about the sock he lost in the dryer or the boy he met at Rousseaus the other day who he’ll forget about tomorrow. She doesn’t, that’s for sure. She just holds onto each little bit of peace she can get.

Maybe for once they get to be kids.

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