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so-long-soldier-writes · 2 months

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drabble #2 - the bots

kol mikaelson x reader

summary: thousand year old vampires vs the bots messaging you on your phone… who will win?

tags: tumblr, very confused vampires, up-to-date on modern life klaus but severely lacking kol, protective!kol

word count: 553

a/n: i wrote this soooo long ago, then forgot about it! like, wrote it when all of tumblr was being attacked by bots, before things finally settled down. also, this is cheesy af ;)

“Don’t ‘hey’ me,” you mutter at the new notification on your screen.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, not you, you’re fine.”

“Wait,” Kol sits up, “who then?”

“Oh just another stupid porn bot on tumblr.”

“A what?” At your comment, Elijah looks over to you, too.

“Oh, right. New to the twenty-first century. Um, just a person - er, not a person, a robot - messaging me for… messaging me.” You try to explain. You had almost said, ‘messaging me for sex,’ but stopped yourself immediately.

“Messaging for what?”

Fuck. “Um…”

Elijah then asks, “did you say a robot is messaging you?”

You focus on the elder brother’s question first, “yeah. It’s actually quite common in the last couple decades. Lots of customer service people are robots, people trying to scam others can use robots, either for identity theft or whatever else… I’m not good at explaining it, but yeah.”

“So what does your robot want?”

You grimace, “it’s certainly not my robot, it’s just messaging me. But the tumblr bots all are looking for, like, sexual engagement. They message everyone because they don’t know anything about the people they are messaging, but they want bored, horny people to click on their bio links and buy their… porn.”

“You need to tell it to go away.” Kol’s jaw is tense.

“Yeah, I’m about to block it.”

“No, you need to tell it to stop.”

“I don’t want to actually interact with them because then they’ll keep coming back. They’re like seagulls, Kol. They don’t actually understand the words I’m saying. They see engagement in any way and take it as a win.”

“Well you need to tell someone. You’re mine and they need to know that.”

“Calm down, brother.”

You put a hand on Kol’s knee. “It’s okay, they’re not gonna have me in any way. We report them to staff and block them; it’s the easiest and most effective way to deal with them. And I’m saying ‘we’ as everyone on the app who deals with them.”

“Can you stop using the app, then?”

“Oh, sweetheart… One, no. I’ll still be blogging when I’m six feet under. Two, they’re everywhere, and there’s really no escaping them.”

Elijah steps in again, “trust her, Kol, she knows what she’s doing. Y/N’s a smart girl.”

You send him a smile, then turn to your boyfriend, “I love you, Kol. Only you. I never have and never will engage with the stupid bots, okay? No one’s taking me from you.”

He finally seems to relax after this. “I still hate them.”

“Everyone does, baby.”

“What are you three talking about?” Klaus barges into the living room.

“Y/N just introduced us to something called a porn bot, have you heard of them?” Elijah turns to the hybrid.

“Oh, those shucks are all over the place, can’t bloody stand them! Caroline says you block them and move on!”

He’s gone immediately after, and you turn back to Kol. “See? They even harass your brother.”

A chuckle passes his lips as he thinks of that situation. “Okay. Thank you for explaining it. I was debating if I needed to send the person a death threat, or smash your phone with a hammer.”

“Neither of those things, baby. I am completely yours, and you don’t have to worry a thing.”

#kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson drabble #tvd fanfiction #this is so stupid ahaha #but fun #used fem pronouns and the word “girl” in this but can take it out if requested #or can post a gn one #i need to write more for kol #my lil baby psychopath 🩷

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babeydollx · 2 years

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Could u possibly write this for Kol Mikaelson from the smutty prompts? ♥️ 57 "You're gonna regret that, sweetheart.", 15 “Say it. Out loud." And 55 "Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, darling." And just him being his slutty, blood thirsty self 😳

Ruined

Warnings: cursing, punishment, unprotected sex, daddy kink

Pairings: Kol Mikaelson x Female Vampire Reader

Summary: this is just some dirty shit so lmao.

Prompts: "Say it. Out Loud." and "Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, darling." and "You're gonna regret that sweetheart."

Requested: yes

Word Count: 1k

You and your boyfriend Kol were at the Mystic Grill together and you were just getting ready to leave when Kol said he would be right back and headed to the washroom. You sat at the table the two of you just ate at waiting for him.

As you were waiting for Kol, you saw a guy that you didn't know walking over to you. You huffed quietly since you could tell what he wanted then offered him a small smile when he arrived at your table.

"Can I help you?" You asked politely.

"Yeah, maybe you could." The man said with a smirk. You tried so hard to not roll your eyes and say some snappy comeback. You wanted to try to just get him to leave politely instead of starting a scene and getting Kol furious.

"I have a boyfriend." You said. You saw that the smirk still stayed on the guys face which made you sigh quietly.

"Can't I at least have your phone number, mama?" He asked. You sighed and just gave in. If giving him your number is what it took to get this creep away from you then, you decided that you'd be better off just to do it.

You wrote your phone number down on a napkin and then handed it to him but, little did you know, Kol saw you give the guy your number. The man left after that and you saw Kol walking over to you. You smiled and stood up when you saw him.

"Ready to go love?" You asked.

"Did you seriously just give that fucker your number?!" Kol snapped slightly making you jump a little.

"I- Kol.. I had to, he wouldn't leave me alone." You said. "It's the only thing I thought of doing at the time." You said. Kol just growled under his breath.

"We are going home now." He said. "And don't think I'm letting you get away with that, darling." he said. Your eyes widened and you gulped when he said that. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the Mystic Grill as you fought a little.

"Kol I told you I did what I fucking had to do!" You snapped.

"Shut up." He growled still pulling you to the car. You finally pulled away from his grip and he turned back around with a glare on his face. "Stop being so difficult." He snapped.

"Fuck you." You snapped just from being angry in the heat of the moment. You and Kol were both hot-headed so when you guys got into arguments it usually turned into screaming matches before it became angry sex.

"You're gonna regret that sweetheart." He said with a growl as he threw you over his shoulder and carried you to his car before putting you in the backseat. You huffed and crossed your arms as Kol got into the front seat and drove off.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Once you and Kol got home, he got out of the car before pulling you out of the car. He once again threw you over his shoulder and carried you inside, upstairs to your shared bedroom. Once he got into the bedroom he tossed you onto the bed. You sat up on your elbows and watched him.

"Strip. Now." He ordered. You did as you were told and stripped out of all of your clothing until you were fully bare. He walked over to the bed and then sat down on the end of the bed. He pulled you over to him and threw you over his lap. He grabbed your ass roughly, making you jump. You knew exactly what was coming.

"Count." He said as he began to spank you. You counted each slap until he finally finished and took you off of his lap. You sat on your knees waiting to see what he would do next. You were both nervous and excited.

He got off of the bed and stripped out of his clothing until he was fully bare. He then got back onto the bed and gently pushed you down so you were laying on your back. He spread your legs wide and then positioned himself between your legs.

Then with zero warning he thrusted into you. You gasped loudly and your back arched off of the bed. You both moaned out as he slowly pushed into you, stretching you out. He didn't give you any time to adjust before thrusting into you.

His thrusts quickly got fast and rough. You moaned out loudly and tried to hold onto him but, Kol pinned your hands above your head. Your eyes rolled as he fucked you at an unforgiving pace.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked with a slight growl.

"Fuck! You daddy, I belong to do!" You moaned out.

"Fucking right." He growled. "I own this fucking pussy." He said. "Have I ruined you for anyone else?" He asked as he panted. You just nodded. "Say it. Out loud." He growled.

"Shit! Yes daddy you fucking ruined me!" You yelled. He smirked and with one hand he held your hands above your head and he used his other hand to wrap it around your throat. He gently squeezed which made you moan out more.

You felt that familiar knot bubbling in your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You clenched around his hard cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum.

"You gonna cum, baby?" He asked with a smirk.

"Fuck yes! I'm gonna fucking cum! Can I cum daddy?" You moaned out.

"Fuck yes, fucking cum on my fat cock." He said with a growl. With that your eyes rolled back, your legs began to tremble, and a scream tore through your throat as you squirted onto his cock. He thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you, painting your walls white.

You gasped and tried to catch your breath but then Kol flipped you onto your stomach and positioned himself behind you. He smirked when you looked back at him with a shocked expression.

"Oh baby, did you think we were done?" He asked and then chuckled darkly. "I'm just getting started, darling." He said with a smirk.

a/n: I hope y'all liked this fic!

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writing-the-stars · 2 years

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Hey can you do a yandere kol mikaelson

I sure can

Masterlist | TVDU Masterlist

You intrigued Kol Mikaelson from the first time he laid eyes on you

He found you standing outside the Mystic Grill arguing with your ex

He usually wasn’t one to meddle in the affairs of humans, finding them trivial and comical, but you had caught his eye

Maybe it was your refusal to cower in the air of your ex’s domineering presence, or the fierceness you exuded as you hurled insults and witty remarks at your former lover, or maybe it was just simply the fact that he had come to the Grill to have a peaceful afternoon drink and the two of you were disturbing that tranquility

Whatever the reason was, he had found himself in the middle of your dispute, taking to your side like a moth drawn to a flame

This action had done nothing to calm your ex’s anger— instead turning his fury into full-on rage as the man believed you had replaced him so readily

His menacing figure lurched towards you and you were sure if Kol had not been there, the man you had spent 8 months of your life with was on his way to harm you

Kol took care of you that evening, wrapping you in the safety of his arms while you sobbed

When you had fallen asleep, he paid a visit to your ex, threatening him and giving him a taste of what would happen if Kol ever saw him near you again

Let’s just say the week-long recovery in the ICU was enough of a warning for your ex to stay away

After that, Kol became your protector— never letting you out of his sight. He knew of the beasts that lay within men, the darkness that lurked in corner of every living creature, and he refused to EVER let you come into contact with that type of devilry again

Wherever you were, he was there— watching over you and making sure no one ever even thought about putting their hands on you again

And God forbid if someone disrespected you in any way. Hell hath no fury like Kol Mikaelson. NO ONE gets away with showing you any less than the high esteem that you deserve

And Kol is always sure to remind you of the high praise that you are warranted. Even you doing something as simple as breathing has him looking at you with so much awe and adoration

Compliments and hails of your beauty and grace are never far from his lips

He is convinced that you are too good for this world— an angel that was sent here by mistake

Which is why he is so protective over you, wanting to shield you from the harsh, dark cruelties of the world

And after having to look out for yourself for so long, you did not mind having someone who dedicated their every waking moment to loving you and protecting you. It was nice to finally have someone care for you

A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you so much for this request. I really hope you enjoyed! I love writing for Kol as he does not get much attention, so any love I can bring to his character I will. Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you have a wonderful day.

Taglist: @catmikaelson20

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jeromesgirl · 2 years

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hello can you make headcanons about the yandere mikaelson family in love/obsessed with the same woman (reader)🥰

YES!!<3

Mikaelson Family Headcanon: Falling for the same woman Yandere!Mikealson Family

Warnings: Yandere!Mikealson Family, Jealousy, Possessiveness, etc.

A/n: I hope you guys like it!!…eh sorry for the mistakes….Maybe pt.2?

Klaus will be the first to grab your attention with his gifts and flirty charm, trying to win your affection

Rebekah would come in ruining the moment for Klaus causing him to have a temper tantrum, but not trying to lose it in front of you

She would take you on shopping trips allowing you to buy anything you want, including accessories that resemble her so they knew you were hers

Coming home you’d be greeted with Elijah at the stairwell

He walks to you seeing the necklace that Rebekah had given you around your neck

“I have a date planned for us, honey”

He says while leaning over to quickly take off the necklace without you noticing, through Rebekah stands there dropping the bags to the ground, storming off.

Elijah would let you be until the dinner to get prepared as he does as well

Kol would come into your bedroom to find you reading

“May I ask what you’re reading, my darling”

He asks, standing over you looking at the chapter.

Of course giving him an answer, he lays beside you as you continue to read

Playing with your delicate hair

“Are you mine?”

He questions you

You smile as you turn the page not giving him an answer

A few minutes would past until it was time for the date with Elijah

Kol had left due to “boredom”

Getting ready Klaus would come into your room with a grin on his devilish face.

“Getting ready for something?”

Looking up at him then turning back to the mirror to continue brushing your hair.

Klaus gets closer pulling you towards his torso, dropping the brush on the counter of the sink

“You might be going on this date but just remember you are mine”

He says, leaving the room quickly not allowing you to respond

#elijah mikaelson #elijah x reader #elijah x y/n #tvd #the originals #klaus x y/n #yandere klaus mikaelson #rebekah x reader #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #fem reader #yandere

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stormgrl19 · 1 month

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𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡

Requests: open

Languages: Deutsch & English

I automatically write for fem!reader, but if you ask I can also write for nonbin!reader.

I also write Imagines for oc x reader. (I will try to make the OC like you describe it, but if you want, it can also be a surprise.)

I will not write explicite smut, so please don't ask me for it and last but not least it can or will take a while until your request will be written as I am really good at procrastinating and have my exams in a few weeks, so please be patient!

Oh, and English is not my first language, please tell me when you find wrong spelling and grammar!

Oksa Pollock.

Mortimer McGraw

Tugdual Knut

The 100.

John Murphy

OUAT.

Peter Pan

Twilight.

Paul Lahote

Jared Cameron

TVD/ TO.

Kol Mikaelson

Kai Parker

Fate: WINX.

Stella of Solaria

Sebastian Valtor

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Ruined

Warnings: cursing, punishment, unprotected sex, daddy kink

Pairings: Kol Mikaelson x Female Vampire Reader

Summary: this is just some dirty shit so lmao.

Prompts

"Say it. Out Loud." and "Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, darling." and "You're gonna regret that sweetheart."

Requested: yes

"Can I help you?" You asked politely.

"I have a boyfriend." You said. You saw that the smirk still stayed on the guys face which made you sigh quietly.

"Ready to go love?" You asked.

"Did you seriously just give that fucker your number?!" Kol snapped slightly making you jump a little.

"I- Kol.. I had to, he wouldn't leave me alone." You said. "It's the only thing I thought of doing at the time." You said. Kol just growled under his breath.

"Kol I told you I did what I fucking had to do!" You snapped.

"Shut up." He growled still pulling you to the car. You finally pulled away from his grip and he turned back around with a glare on his face. "Stop being so difficult." He snapped.

His thrusts quickly got fast and rough. You moaned out loudly and tried to hold onto him but, Kol pinned your hands above your head. Your eyes rolled as he fucked you at an unforgiving pace.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked with a slight growl.

"Fuck! You daddy, I belong to do!" You moaned out.

"Fucking right." He growled. "I own this fucking pussy." He said. "Have I ruined you for anyone else?" He asked as he panted. You just nodded. "Say it. Out loud." He growled.

You felt that familiar knot bubbling in your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You clenched around his hard cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum.

"You gonna cum, baby?" He asked with a smirk.

"Fuck yes! I'm gonna fucking cum! Can I cum daddy?" You moaned out.

You gasped and tried to catch your breath but then Kol flipped you onto your stomach and positioned himself behind you. He smirked when you looked back at him with a shocked expression.

"Oh baby, did you think we were done?" He asked and then chuckled darkly. "I'm just getting started, darling." He said with a smirk.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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xvxni · 5 months

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Asleep

Summary: After spending an unproductive day at the Mikaelson compound, you pretend to be asleep so you can get Kol to carry you to bed.

Fluff, fluff, fluff!

Kol Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

You sighed, stretching your legs which ached after being in a position for a little too long. You had finished the novel in your hands in one sitting, even though the plot and the characters were disappointing. Safe to say, you were bored.

Before you met your boyfriend, Kol, about a year ago, you were quite content living alone, attending classes, completing assignments, and reading books. You had never realized when you became so used to him, his quips, his charming smile. You now couldn't spend a day without him, without finding everything around you worthless. He brought light and meaning to your days, making each moment valuable. He taught you how to live life with a different perspective. He effortlessly wove himself into your days, making them happier. That every day after a tiring day at work, you knew you had someone to come home to. And you couldn't help falling in love with him a little more with each passing day.

His dysfunctional family adored you, and you loved them back with all your heart. Life was happy. You were happy.

It was past midnight and he hadn't returned. You were alone at the compound. Rebekah, Freya and Hayley were at the plantation house with Hope, so for the past week, you were with the brothers.

With each passing moment, you grew more worried for them. Sure, they were some thousand-year-old invincible original vampires, but over the years, they made quite a few formidable enemies. Being a human, you never imagined the horrors of the supernatural world.

Lost in thought, you almost didn't hear the loud footsteps entering the house. By the way they hit the floor, you instantly knew it was Kol. You were quite observant, and despite not having the heightened senses of a vampire, you could use your own quite well.

"Now, now brother, that wouldn't be quite fair, would it?" You heard Klaus' thick accent. Kol cackled and Elijah mumbled something incoherent to which Kol doubled over laughing.

You quickly snuggled to the pillows, lying down and pulling your heap of blankets closer, closing your eyes and pretending to sleep, turning around slightly so that the boys would not be able to see the smile you were sure you would not be able to keep off your face.

As the footsteps grew louder, an argument between the younger brothers could be heard.

"Shhhhhh."

The whispers ceased and you could almost hear the smile forming on Elijah's face.

A chuckle.

A pat.

Footsteps retreated and one moved forward. You feel the couch dip at where your feet rested and Kol took them in his lap and rubbed them with his rough fingertips. His touch was warm, and with great effort you silenced the sigh escaping your lips.

He stood up and moved. He lifted you up in his arms, bridal style, discarding the blankets covering you. You fought off the smile threatening to form on your face as he carried you upstairs.

A door opened and closed.

Kol laid you on the plush bed and covered you with the silky duvet. You made no movements to get more comfortable. He pushed your hair out of your face and grabbed your ankles and pulled them down.

A few moments later, the door to your en-suite bathroom opened and closed.

You opened your eyes and grinned triumphantly, giddy that you fooled your boyfriend. When the door closed again, you felt the bed dip at your feet.

A silky, soothing voice you knew a bit too well spoke. "You can stop pretending now, darling."

You didn't open your eyes and carried on the act.

"I know you aren't asleep." You opened your eyes, unable to keep the pout of your face. You released a breath you didn't realize you had been holding.

Your eyes met with the gorgeous face of your lover. He had a goofy smile on his face. Your heart beated insanely fast and you whined. "How did you know?"

"I know you, love. You can't fall asleep without me. Your heartbeat gave it away."

You groaned, but you were secretly happy.

" If you wanted me to carry you to the bed, baby, you could've just asked."

What do you think?

#the vampire diaries #tvd #the originals #the mikaelsons #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #freya mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #fluff #kol mikealson x reader #kol mikaelson imagine #xvxni posts

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the-dawn-star · 7 months

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Hello! I’m a sucker for Kol Mikaelson would you be willing to write some fem!vamp! Reader x kol Mikaelson? A kindred spirits type of thing where she’s also the black sheep of the family and kol is very protective of her? Maybe one of her brothers/sisters comes around and is mean or insults her and kol puts them in their place?

Your place to stay series is my absolute favorite 💛

A/N: Hi! So, this is more humorous than you maybe meant but I still hope you like it!

-S

+200ish words.

When you first started to date it was a bit weird. Both of you kept your family away from each other and pushed the subject away if it never happened to come up.

But with time you started to open up to each other, not saying that it was easy but at least it was possible.

After Kol started to talk about his complicated family situation and you talked about your family, you realized how similar your family situations were and you both were the black sheep of the family.

You introducing Kol to your family was a bit of a mess and you were near tears by the end, but it really brought the two of you together.

With you meeting Kol’s siblings..., well it was even a bigger mess. (Two people ended up dead and Klaus made a comment about Kol and you breaking up within the next week.)

And of course, Kol retaliated by punching Klaus, which of course led to a fight. (While Kol and Klaus were fighting, you and Rebekah simply chose to drink some expensive whiskey.)

So, in general you and Kol make an awesome couple and after a while of dating, his family will grow to accept you and are happy to see that you bring out the best of each other.

#the originals #the originals x reader #the originals x #the vampire diaries #the mikaelsons #kol mikaelson x you #kol mikaelson x reader #kol x reader #kol mikaelson #tvd x reader #tvdverse #tvdu #tvd klaus #the originals hc #the originals headcanons

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venusbyline · 1 month

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Hello, can you do headcanons on Yandere klaus mikaelson x fem human reader?

Headcanons: Yandere Klaus Mikaelson x Human Reader (female)

-> tysm for your request, i really loved writing this and you also gave me an idea to write a oneshot soon. Hope you like it <3

-> GUYS THIS IS A YANDERE HEADCANON! DON'T READ IF YOU KNOW YOU MIGHT BE TRIGGED BY ANY OF THE WARNINGS! ALL FICTIONAL!

⚠️: Mind Compulsion, Unhealthy Relationship, YANDERE KLAUS MIKAELSON, Murders, Manipulation, Stalker, Slight mention of violence, Toxic Character, Arguments.

• Klaus, the original hybrid, is already a red flag in his own right. But as your boyfriend? Things wouldn't be easier for you. You're his girl. His property.

• He's madly obsessed with you. He spoils you when he's in a good mood, treating you like a Goddess who deserves and should be worshiped.

• He gives you anything you want. Expensive and rare dresses. Many rose bouquets. Diamond necklaces, rings and bracelets. He also loves traveling with you anywhere in the world. You wanna visit Paris? He'll take you. Greece? Rome? Egypt? Rio de Janeiro? How about Tokyo? He'll take you everywhere!

• Being honest... at first you were a little scared and embarrassed by how committed he was to spoiling you, because you weren't used to receiving so many gifts. But when you tried to kindly warn him about it while you were still in the middle of a traveling in another country, he got so angry that he LITERALLY disappeared for two days, leaving you alone in an unfamiliar country. Your anger turned to panic not long after, and when he reappeared you were already crying and begging him for forgive you.

• The downside about being spoiled by Klaus is when he uses it as a way to manipulate and belittle you if he's angry. He rubs it in, lying that you're dating him just because you're a gold digger and you'll never find someone like him. Just to apologize to you and spoiling you right away.

• Klaus wouldn't let you leave the house by your own. He says that it's very dangerous, that he has many enemies around and he cannot put your life in danger. He's really very protective with you, he feels like he needs to protect you from the world because your humanity is too fragile. Just thinking about losing you forever makes him panic.

• If you try to sneak out without his permission while he's not in town, he'll pretend he doesn't know anything about that for a few hours. But he has eyes and ears all over town, so it won't be long before he calls the other Mikaelsons and demands them to take you back home, even if you don't want to.

• Klaus is completely obsessed and in love with you. He loves painting you over and over again and probably has a room in the house that feels like your sanctuary. In fact, even at the beginning of your relationship, you discovered that at his secret room there were several frames of you that he painted while you didn't even know him yet. You also found some of your lost clothes and objects, and when you tried to question him about that, he just shrugged and scoffed, saying it was an act of true love. How could you not like an old romantic soul?

• "Don't be so dramatic, my love. I'm just a gentleman in love with my girl. You should be happy to find true love in a century like that."

• Klaus wants you all to himself and he's very jealous, even demanding that his own brothers stay away from you sometimes, especially Kol. Klaus believes they'll betray his trust and try stealing you from him.

• Any interaction you have with other men will turn into a heated argument, which can end in two ways: Klaus giving you a new diamond necklace for your jewelry collection or Klaus apologizing after unintentionally hurting you, forgetting for a moment that you're a human and don't have the same strength and stamina as a supernatural being.

• Maybe he mind compelled you at the beginning of your relationship. It wasn't anything directly dangerous for your safety, he just compelled you to avoid more arguments. And also so you wouldn't be afraid of him when you saw him killing some stranger or daggering his own siblings. And to force you to cut off some of your favourite friendships... If he still does this to you? Well, unfortunately you'll never know. But deep down you find it very weird that so many of your former friends are dying mysteriously or are missing around the world.

• And talking about your humanity, Klaus is mentally fighting with himself when he's wondering if he should turn you into a vampire soon. He loves your human fragility and how much control he has over you (even though he knows it scares you sometimes), but he also loves the thought about the future Sire Bond between you two, he truly believes that your love for him will grow even more after your vampire transitioning.

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x reader #yandere klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x y/n #the originals x reader #klaus mikaelson x female reader #klaus mikaelson x human reader #yandere headcanons #klaus mikaelson headcanons #requests are open #open requests #the vampire diaries #the originals #venusbyline #klaus mikaelson fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #the vampire diaries fanfiction

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dazzlinghazefics · 8 months

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Derek Hale x Reader : Hale and Mikaelson.

(part 1)

guess this is gonna be a series.

Derek Hale x Reader ( fem!mikaelson, Elijah's daughter)

Part 1! ~

Being an Original's daughter, and a witch with little control on powers had a lot of perks, so it was no surprise that Y/N Mikaelson, the miracle child of Elijah Mikaelson had to be under strict observation of her father and huge af family, especially her Hybrid uncle, Nik.

Y/N came into existence due to a procreation spell done on her mother, the love of Elijah's life, who had died at childbirth.

If anything that she inherited from her mother, was her witch powers ( a lil bit from her grandma Esther too lol ) and sense of humor ( well, her Uncle Kol says she has the humor from him) and rest is all from her father ( expect sense of fashion, thankfully. Who the heck wears suits in the summer heat?)

Elijah taught her values and virtues and literature, Klaus taught her art and how to kick someone's ass, Freya did her best to help with magic, Kol would often help her pull pranks, sneak around and have her share of fun, Rebekah would doll her up in the latest fashion and Marcel helped her to get relief from the family drama.

Beacon Hills. It's where her father decided to keep her safe. Throughout their existence, the Originals have made numerous enemies. And he couldn't afford to lose his child, his baby, to them.

And she fell in love.

With none other than her father's old ally, Talia Hale's son, the current Alpha of the renowned wolf family, Derek Samuel Hale.

Elijah, for the first time had found her interested in something other than books, music and magic, so was lenient in letting her meet him and letting him court her (much to Klaus's annoyance and possessiveness) .

But he absolutely hated it when his little one would sneak out and run into dangers just to help the pack. He couldn't stop her though, because she was fiercely loyal and stubborn and knew how to save herself.

Elijah knew Derek's the one for his princess, for his young one. His ample knowledge on the supernatural had told him his daughter and Derek had been destined to be together.

She had triggered her magic in the Beacon Hills preserve, while playing with Derek, as a child and one look of Talia had told him everything.

Derek Hale is her trigger and anchor, both.

She gained control on her magic while helping the werewolf in a faceoff with Gerard Argent, the one whom all the supernaturals loathe.

Elijah had to leave this daughter back in BH, for the safety and run to NOLA for handling his family's stupidity, warning her ( read literally pleading her ) to not get in trouble.

But things are never normal in Beacon Hills too.

That f*cking protection broke and here she is, pregnant. At 21, thankfully ( or her father and uncles would have straight ripped out Derek's heart, instead of going for a slightly less painful way)

" Derek Samuel Hale, istg, am gonna castrate you and then kill (pls, their baby is not going to grow up without their father.)"

" Calm down, sweetheart! We'll go through this together."

" Don't sweetheart me, Derek! We're going to be parents fgs!"

" I love you, and I love our child too."

" I know and I love you too, Der, but am scared."

" Our child had the Mikaelson-Hale gene. And we won't let anything happen to our child. Come here."

Later, they both visited the hospital for a checkup, completely unaware that they were being watched upon.

" Y/N, love, I think we owe an explanation of your presence at the hospital earlier today with your boyfriend."

Shoot. Her whole family.

Klaus's voice boomed in the house as soon as Y/N had stepped in, followed by Derek, who immediately felt he is in front of the hungry lion lions.

Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Marcel.

Guess he won't live to see the next day.

" What's wrong, princess? Are you sick?" Elijah asked worried and panicked, walking toward her.

" Uhm..ermm..."

Derek didn't know from were he got the courage, but he did.

Softly taking his girl's fingers in his, he said, as calmly as he could, "We're expecting a child. Y/N's pregnant."

The room was silent until Derek was shoved against the wall both by Elijah and Klaus.

"Dad! Uncle Nik!" Y/N cried out, dread and panic filling her face, as Kol hugged her, to calm her.

"Leave him, Dad!"

Kol humored, " It takes two to have a baby, brothers."

Klaus and Elijah's glare shut him up though.

"Dad, leave Derek please!"

Derek was coughing due to the choking.

All of a sudden, Elijah loosened his grip and started laughing.

Marcel rolled his eyes, " The news has sent him into a shock I think."

"Brother?"

"Dad?"

" Mr. Mikaelson?"

Rest were left shocked.

PART TWO?

sometime later if there's response on this one, (joking lol).

#derek hale #derek hale imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #derek hale x reader #derek hale imagines #derek hale x you #elijahmikaelson x daughter

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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

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so-long-soldier-writes · 10 months

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dating elijah mikaelson

elijah mikaelson x human!fem!reader | request

tags: fluff, mentions of sex but nothing explicit

word count: ~1.4k

⊱ him introducing you to his family one-by-one, because he knows they’re a handful

rebekah immediately loves you but makes you swear you won’t break his heart. promises her family will be loyal if you are to them

kol is kol when he meets you - a bit flirty and picking on his brother. it’s not long before he treats you like a sister, though

it’s harder to gain klaus’ trust, but once he knows you’re not a spy to take down his family, he learns to love you. admits he’s glad his brother found someone that makes him happy

⊱ always being invited to family dinners. soon, you don’t even need an invite; they expect that you’ll be there, and will pout all night if you’re unable to come

⊱ going to every party and event with elijah, wearing dresses he’s bought you and matching them with his ties

⊱ speaking of which, him always buying you things. mostly dresses and expensive jewelry, but also anything else that catches his eye

⊱ and if there’s not event for you to attend to wear one of these dresses, he hosts his own private dances for just the two of you in the mansion’s ballroom

teaches you elaborate dance styles from all different decades, and has music to match any time period

at the end of the night, will take you outside princess-style to look at the stars from the balcony

standing in silence with his arms wrapped around you until you get cold, to which he’d then wrap his jacket around your shoulders or bring you back inside

or, you’ll go on walks through the garden and have long talks about anything and everything

⊱ long walks through gardens in the daytime, too, where he picks you flowers

⊱ always showing subtle displays of affection, whether in public or not. holding hands, kissing your cheek, keeping a hand around your waist

⊱ he’s extremely protective and won’t hesitate to take a life to save yours

⊱ will also put himself in harms’ way for you, but then refuses to let you heal him

“just a little bit, baby, come on,” you hold your wrist out to him

“i can’t risk hurting you”

eventually, you’re able to coax him into drinking just enough to help him stand, but that’s it. he heals you back immediately even if you don’t need it

⊱ finding little messages and love letters everywhere. in your coat pockets, under your pillow, in the place of a bookmark. his writing is poetic and straight from the heart

⊱ but while you love the romantic side, you like to keep him on his toes, too

a little bit of child-like behavior never hurt anyone

you’ve scared him several times by hiding behind doors and popping out as he passes. once, you even got a curse word out of him

you’ve also convinced him to join you in the pool on several occasions, with or without being fully clothed (only at night, of course)

sometimes, you’ll go outside together, away from the city, and explore the woods. you always come back feeling more at peace and definitely more in love

⊱ while on the topic of love, you’re the first to confess it, but he knows he’s loved you long before either of you say the words

you say it while you were cuddling one night. he doesn’t know how to reply, but you tell him it’s okay to say nothing

he wants so badly to tell you the truth about how he feels, but is too afraid that the minute he utters them, something would happen to you

but then he tells rebekah about what had happened and she berates him for it

“you obviously love her, you’ve got to tell her! you can’t live in fear, elijah, you have to go for what you want in this world. if you lose her, it may be too late. besides, our enemies aren’t the only thing that could take her from you. what if she’s worried right now that she made a big mistake in confessing that? what if she runs?”

rebekah makes so many good points, and the fear of what he had done (or rather hadn’t done) begins to eat away at him. but he doesn’t want to rush admitting it, though, so he prepares a night for just the two of you

he cooks a whole dinner and decorates the ballroom. he even buys you a new dress for the occasion, then gives a time to meet him at there

convinces rebekah to take her siblings out of the house for it. gets klaus easily, but kol will not stop teasing him for it. elijah ends up making a deal with davina to get him to go away. he trades an embarrassing baby story for the girl to keep him out of the house for the night, which she gladly accepts

finally, after his siblings are out, he greets you at the door with a kiss on the hand, then the cheek

he works up the courage during dinner conversation, and then at last, during a slow, romantic waltz, utters the words he’s wanted to tell you all this time

he doesn’t stop there, though. he makes sure to tell you everything you make him feel, everything he wants to have with you, how much he really loves you

the night is cut short as you take him upstairs by the hand to take advantage of your time alone

nsfw-ish

⊱ your first time together happened long before any confessions of love, but each time you did after was so much more special than the time before it

⊱ your first time, he was incredibly gentle, not wanting to hurt you

you are, after all, human

he was terrified of causing any pain, because he knows he’s a hundred times stronger, especially in times he’s chasing his lust for you

eventually he learned you could handle him, though, and let himself give in just a little bit. only because you convinced him you wanted it

⊱ the first time he was rough was when he was pissed off about an irresponsible decision klaus made, and you provided yourself as an anger for his outlet

⊱ he’s always dominant with you, but this was a whole new level, and you loved it ⊱ sometime after that, you admitted how much you loved it, and he started to realize you aren’t as innocent as you look

⊱ slowly started exploring more, but he always made you repeat the safeword before doing anything, just to remind you it’s there

⊱ always puts you first and would much rather pleasure you than have any attention paid to himself

you still make sure to please him, though, even if he’s nearly begging you to just let him do all the work

little does he know, the begging just makes you want to defy him more

⊱ slow and romantic happens about equally as hot and rough does

tries his best to balance the two, but he would rather be slow as much as possible. he wants you to feel how much he loves you at least once a week.

⊱ will let you be dominant sometimes, but only after you’ve had a day where you need to feel in control, or after he’s had a day where he needs to feel taken care of

secretly loves being submissive to you but could never do it on a regular basis

⊱ does not take aftercare lightly, no matter the case

cleans you up with a bath, or hot rag if you refuse to get out of bed

applies creams and lotions to your body as necessary

kisses your skin or massages anywhere that you feel a little pain or discomfort

⊱ you usually convince him to cuddle with you afterwards

it was odd to him at first, but soon learned to love and value it

sometimes you’ll fall asleep together. you both love waking up in each other’s arms and sharing a kiss first thing in the morning

⊱ after a couple months, you spend the night with him almost always. eventually, you move in with him and his siblings, too

him making coffee and breakfast for you all

his siblings making fun of his messy hair on mornings after rougher nights

⊱ dating until he can’t stand it anymore and needs to marry you

⊱ living the rest of your lives together; always and forever

#elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson headcanons

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The Honorary Mikaelson

Warnings: angsty, fluff, smut, mutual pining, jealous!Kol, drug use, violence

Summary: Song fic based on Dove Cameron's Boyfriend because I have such a kink for that banger

Character: Kol Mikaelson x original!heretic!fem!Reader, platonic!mikaelsons x reader, Damon Salvatore x reader

this took me hours rip, I didn’t proof read so any mistakes pls comment and I’ll take care of it besties

Word count: 3000+

I can't believe we're finally alone

He had her in the confines of his arms, palming the wall beside her head, trapped by his body. The smooth fabric of his pants hot against her leg, which protruded from the slit of her gown.

His natural scent, a sugary concoction of honey with a champagne inflection, her favourite.

His words sending her head into a fuss of emotions. She made his heart hammer like a headboard on a honeymoon, and for all the decades he had kept his composure, he couldn't give it up now.

I can't believe I almost went home

He had been on the verge or retiring to his room, his solitary compound, more so to sulk. But seeing her get pushed around by him was the last straw. Disrespecting his family is punishable by death, but disrespecting his Y/n? You poor tortured soul. If you have her, the woman of every man's dreams, why jeopardise it? He just couldn't see the point.

What are the chances? Everyone's dancing

The ball was in full swing, silks and satins gracing the dresses that were soft to the touch, cashmere and cotton suit jackets that fit like a glove.

Partners of two, parading around the floor, a chandelier hanging low from the ceiling. Hues of gold and white painted the walls of the room, generous trimmings of rich fancy. Lights dim but not dark, complimenting the romantic ambience of the night.

And he's not with you

The brown haired sex pest, as he saw him, hand in hand with another woman. Those Salvatore brothers seemed to be on the verge of a sibling owned harem, reserved only for Elena Gilbert.

He had watched his best friend get neglected by both her boyfriend and his brother, as they had chosen to focus their efforts on twirling the crybaby around the dancefloor.

He would have heard her heart sink if she were still human, and he would have hated it, instead he saw the burning tears welling in her eyes- which was debatably worse.

He had her now, attempting to speak sense into the space between her ears, of which hung expensive diamond earrings.

''I need you to understand me.''

''I do, Kol, I just don't want to hurt him-''

''You won't hurt him, you are incapable of hurting him, because he doesn't love you.'' His undead heart hammering in his chest. The silence was a shot stake to their hearts. She was struggling to find the dialect, having kept such secrets for so long.

''I...''

''It's killing me. Watching you be let down, all these years together and I still can't bare to see you get your heart broken.''

It was killing him that Y/n had never seen the eyes he would give her, the pure devotion, a sacred passion for only she.

''I...have suspected that he may not love me. It was obvious from the start the more I think about it.'' She whispers, eyes sullen and glazed over.

''I don't understand how you're upset about him, him!''

The universe must have divined this

''That's not why I'm upset. Am I so nauseating that I cannot be loved?''

Her eyes bore deep into his, he can feel her silent crying breaths hit his skin due to the intimate position.

''I don't understand what you're saying, darling.''

She looks off to the space behind him, choosing her words carefully. The nickname sending shivers down her spine.

''Must I spend every night alone? For all the centuries, I've never been graced with a genuine love. All my distractions, the men, a means to an end-''

''Distractions for what? There can't be something I don't know about you.''

''There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Mikaelson.''

''I simply don't believe it, we turned together. We have been daggered together, I know you inside and out. So please tell me, what is exactly is it that I missed?''

What am I gonna do

''Only my reason for living.''

''Which is?''

''You.''

He had felt his chest tighten, the excitement of such a statement almost making him choke on his own spit.

''W-What are you saying?'' He had never been one to stammer.

''That I love you-'' She turned her head to the side, refusing to meet his eyes for the sure rejection. He removed his palms from the wall, she had assumed it was a disgusted urge to get away from her.

''Y/n-''

''Give me a moment. I need to get it all out or I fear I never will. I have loved you since we picked wildflowers for the first time, in the meadows that stretched for miles, probably in this very spot we stand in. You always did pursue the more confident women, my mind had convinced itself I never stood a chance. When we turned, when it all-'' she swallows, the memories of poor Henrik, ''-happened. I thought that eternity together may help you love me? But you had never showed interest, so I purged myself on wine and women and men that came along. I understand, if your wish is for distance, I can leave this manor and never speak to you again. After all, finding out that your best friend since birth has been in love with you all these years you may find...uncomfortable-'' she feels the hot tears running down her face, watching the smirk on his face cracked her open, ''I'm glad you find this funny-'' she pushes past his shoulder, to leave.

Not grab your wrist?

His hand reaches for hers, gripping her wrist. He uses his vamp speed to pin her back against the wall.

He's kissing her, with a fervour that no man could match, his body couldn't be closer to hers. Her eyes roll back into a closed position, she whimpers into the kiss. Her arms come up to secure themselves around his neck, his right arm is anchored around her waist. His left hand comes up to cup her cheek, wiping away the tears that stood angrily pouring.

I could be a better boyfriend than him

He parts from the kiss reluctantly.

''I'm yours.'' He's breathless.

''Since when?'' She's curious, a childlike innocence has returned to her eyes.

''Before you felt for me, I can say for sure. We were ten, you tripped and grazed your knee on that stupid rock-''

''The one in front of my home-'' She gasps at the memory.

''-you cried so hard, I remember I came running, it seems like nothing compared to what we've been through since then.'' His eyes gloss over, remembering how many times you had been daggered in front of him, although you were not apart of his family- Niklaus still saw you as a disobeying sister, or someone he must protect from the world.

''That was what did it for you? A crying coward?'' She laughs through her tears of joy.

''Darling, you were ten.'' He snickers.

''I...still have that bluebell you picked for me. I casted a preserving spell on that day, I hid it from your siblings, Nik would have teased me forever.''

''We were so innocent.''

''Dumb as doorknobs, too.'' She lets her head fall forward, resting on his chest.

''You must know, I've never...bedded a woman.'' Her head shot up at this.

''Are you serious?''

''Not because I haven't had the opportunity, because I didn't want it if it wasn't you.'' She felt riddled with guilt, having been around in her lifetime.

''I'm so sorry, oh my-'' Her heart drops, realising how he must have felt watching her sleep around.

''You didn't know. Like you said, you used distractions, I wallowed in self pity like a wimp.'' His sad laughter could have broken her.

''I wish I could go back.'' She chokes on her words, it dawns on her that he could have been her first, and only.

''We can't, but we can go forward. I'm completely in this, you, forever.''

''Not always and forever?'' She makes a light joke at their family motto.

''We've had always since we first lay eyes on each other, it's time for me to give you forever.''

''You make me insane.'' She shakes her head at her infatuation.

''I'm so in love with you.''

I could do the shit that he never did

''So do me a favour, darling, dump the imbecile.''

''I'll kill him if you want.'' She shrugs, nonchalant at the thought of murdering the eldest Salvatore.

''And shield me the fun?'' He raises his brows at her.

''I apologise, I forgot we share the same bloodlust.'' She rolls her eyes.

''That, my love, is why we are soulmates.''

She grins like a sly cat.

''Soulmates?'' She giggles.

''You have been a Mikaelson since my family met you. I mean, we might as well be married by default.'' He crosses his arms, a joking tone.

''Take me out for a drink first, my brother in christ.'' She flicks his shoulder, he pulls her in by the waist, pressing another kiss to her lips.

She chuckles into the kiss, pushing back with matched passion.

''What the hell is this?'' A stern, loud tone shot from down the hallway.

She gasps, pulling away, fighting back laughter.

''Good evening, mate. Meet my girl, Y/n.'' Kol bows to the brunette, storming his way towards them.

''This had better be a very funny joke that I don't understand.'' Damon growls.

''Oh, save the hostility, we both know you don't care.'' Kol rolls his eyes.

''About you kissing her? Aren't you two, like, practically siblings?'' He challenges him.

''Well, she'll have my dna in her tonight, I guarantee-'' He was just too cocky for his own good.

Damon tried to slam the original against a wall only to receive a snap to the neck from the girl who had been battling a fit of giggles.

''Now that was just too far, no one puts hands on you.'' She reveals, walking forward.

''You had better use yours, or so help me-'' His gruff statement drives her desire to have him up against the wall he was almost thrown against.

''Wanna say that again?'' She leans forward, giving lingering kisses to his neck. His head tilts back, arms wrapping lightly around her.

''If you carry on, I'll write lines on a chalkboard, darling.'' He releases a moan as she wraps her lips around a patch of skin, sucking a dark red mark that soon disappears.

''Why do that when I can scratch lines down your back?'' She whispers into his ear.

This is going to be a long evening.

Up all night

His hand pushed her head into the pillows, chest tight against the sheets.

''Fuck, Kol.'' She moans out, his hand wrapping around her hair, his other one grasping her waist.

She insisted on this position, a favourite of hers that she felt he'd enjoy.

His incessant railing driving her over the edge, she bit the pillow below her crying out in broken whimpers.

Kol's desperate whines racked from deep in his chest as he pounded his hips into her with a newfound chase for release.

He remembered what she had told him, his hand releasing her hair, snaking down her front. He presses his middle and pointer finger to her clit, circling tight with a steady pressure.

This spurs her on, pushing her hips back to meet the heaviness of his thrusts.

His body drops forward, his lips pressing kisses to her shoulder, leading up to the crook of her neck before coming back up.

I won't quit

She had switched their positions now, wanting to see his face when he came.

Simple missionary, a plush pillow underneath her lower back.

His hands gripped the low-rise headboard, it was cracking every second under the strain of his grip.

She had her legs loosely wrapped around him, head shooting back to press against the mattress.

She muttered a spell under her breath, a wave of pleasure manipulating the nerves of her clit.

The feeling of his absolutely over average cock hitting her deep pulled moans from her with each snap of his hips.

Her hands raised to grip his shoulder blades, his thrusts becoming incredibly fast.

''Oh, god, Kol.''

Hearing her moan his name again was enough to send him over, he let go, painting her from the inside with centuries of desire being fullfilled. She followed after, clenching around him, dragging her sharp nails down the skin of his back as she had threatened.

He felt embarrassed at the pitch of his whines, but couldn't fight the noises he was making.

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

Downstairs, the blue eyed vampire stirred, groggy from his state of knock out.

He pushed himself up from the floor, steading against the wall. His ears tuned in to the sounds, not enjoying what he picked up.

The lewd groans of his now supposed ex-girlfriend and Kol Mikaelson.

''Gross. So gross.'' He puts a hand against his forehead, still fuzzy from his forced slumber.

I could be such a gentleman

She lay there, a sheet of sweat glazed her skin, chest heavy.

He rested his head down next to her, nuzzling his face into her neck, pressing soft kisses to the area.

''I love you, we should shower.'' She spoke, blunt and easy, a pause between the statements

A chortle escapes his lips, vibrating against her.

I could be a better boyfriend

''I love you too, maybe a shared bath wouldn't be too awful.'' He takes her earlobe between his teeth, grazing it lightly before getting up, a lustful sigh leaving her lips.

''Hey, you do not get to do that and walk away!'' She picks up a pillow, throwing it at the man, he catches it without even looking back.

''Well, we have every minute of forever for me to make it up to you.'' He winks, throwing the pillow back on the bed.

He entered his adjoined ensuite, putting in a plug before running the hot tap, he thinks back to the start of the gala.

I don't need to tell you twice

It was the beginning of a dance, Klaus had suggested guests in attendance should switch partners, adding some spice to the dusk.

He watched as her face lit up, beelining towards Rebekah, of course.

She took the blonde's hand, pulling her into an embrace before inaugurating the waltz.

Kol's eyes didn't once land on the lady who had clung to him, instead, lingering on his beauty and the happy moment she had found.

Rebekah loved the girl like family, they all did.

All the ways he can't suffice

He watched as her once beaming face dropped, smile leaving the pretty features.

He looked in the direction that had caught her eye. Of course, the filthy Salvatore had the hybrid blood bag in a close cradle.

If I could give you some advice

He wanted so desperately to heal her wounds, her aching heart. He knew how she had been taken advantage by the man, he knew that she knew he was doing it. The worst part was that she didn't care it was happening.

I would leave with me tonight

He remembers his pleas to the gods, from the second he had switched his dancing partner to his beloved Y/n, for her to have a moment alone with him.

He had promised flutes of champagne before whisking the girl off to an abandoned section of the mansion.

The universe must have divined this

He watches as the bubbles rise to the top of the tub, turning the knob to stop the water overflowing.

The sounds of his padding feet alert her to his presence, she exhales the smoke currently swirling around your mouth.

''Are you smoking without me?'' He teases, as if he didn't smell the smoke from the bathroom, choosing to let her have a moment alone.

''Want some?'' She holds her hand out for him to take the pre-roll, courtesy of Jeremy Gilbert's suit jacket she had raided, delighted to find the piece of heaven.

''Do you need to ask?'' He sits on the mattress, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he took the joint from her. She watched as his lips wrapped around the roach end, his hand coming up to lay against her thigh.

He craned his neck down, kissing her as he blew out the smoke, letting it bounce between their mouths.

''Bath is ready.''

Ladies first, baby, I insist

He trailed his fingers up and down her thigh as she sat, back to his chest, the water at a perfect temperature.

It felt so natural to be so close, as if they hadn't been only friends just hours ago.

Sure, she had kissed him many times, at the expense of games between her found family but this was different. There was heart in it.

Her eyes were closed and he couldn't help but admire her at ease face, you were at peace in this moment, he smiles to himself.

I could be a better boyfriend than him

Back at the party, Damon can't help but break the news to anyone who would listen, after all, he doesn't exactly love betrayal.

''Hey, big bad wolf, did you know that your sibling is upstairs railing the ever living fuck out of my girlfriend?'' His annoyed tone brings a grin to the hybrid's face.

''Oh? Which one, I wonder, has taken her on?'' He teases, of course he knows in his heart, exactly who.

''Take your guess.'' Damon is snide, a sarcastic fake smile slaps him across the facce.

''Finn? No, much to boring for our darling Y/n. It can't be 'Beks as she is over there hanging off the arm of that waiter. Ooh, my money would be on Elijah but he's much too noble to drop his trousers for a taken woman.'' He reaches out, picking up a glass of something from a passing busboy.

''Stop playing games. I'll kill him-''

''Will you?'' Klaus objects.

The Salvatore is silent.

''Because to me, it seems like you never cared for her at all, it takes me all of my will to not stake you where you stand- per Y/n's request. My thought is that she'll want to do it herself now, having found a reason to drop you and your...poor attempts of love and compassion.'' He takes a sip from his expensive crystal ware, his Mikaelson smirk still adorning his smug features.

I could do the shit that he never did

Being in Kol's arms felt so right, at long last.

Her heart skipped a beat every moment she realised it was real, that she wasn't dreaming in the discomfort of her past lovers bed.

Up all night, I won't quit

She knew the eve wasn't over, the pair still had a millennia of lost time to please.

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him

Kol was proud at his efforts and success of getting his paws fangs on her, finally getting what he wanted.

He was growing tired of the pining and swooning.

I could be such a gentleman

His hands linger as he wraps the crisp white towel around her, hugging her from behind, nose pressed into her hair.

I could be a better boyfriend than him

Him. Who stood, defeated and angered.

I could be a better boyfriend

Memories sparked in Kol's mind, of all the times he could have stopped it.

I never would have left you alone

It was a party at the Salvatore boarding house, in late august.

She sat on the couch, legs and arms crossed watching her then boyfriend dance around with the girl she hated. Not because she wanted him and often tried to swipe him from her, no, because she was such a whiny crybaby. She read through old messages in the Mikaelson family group chat.

Here on your own, glued to your phone

Kol watched, a sad smile playing on his lips as you scrolled through whatever it was you had focused your attention on, shaking his head at the audacity of the ripper's worst half.

Never would have left you alone

He never would have left you alone.

For someone else to take you home

After all that, he still had to watch you disappear to sleep in his bed, for months on end.

He spoke up, snapping out of his thoughts and memories.

''I will worship you for eternity.'' The sincerity of his voice making you smile.

''And I, you.''

I could be a better boyfriend than him.

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Maternal Instincts

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Fem!Reader (I believe the reader could also be read as gender neutral)

Summary: Late at night, you have a surprise visitor who is in desperate need of your comfort

Warnings: 1950s AU, Angst (It’s How I Survive), Fluff, Implied Domestic Abuse, Injuries, 1950s Slang, Reverse Comfort. Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Hi everyone! This is honestly one of my favorite one-shots I have written. It’s set in the 1950s with the greaser/soc dynamic because I’m a sucker for it. I think this fic is so cute and comforting, but you guys let me know what you think! Please feel free to leave a comment or send in an ask, I love interacting with you all! Thank you so much for reading and have a wonderful day!!!

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A sudden, incessant tapping bounces around your bedroom, startling you awake. Motivated by your confused curiosity, you rise from your bed in search of the source of the taps against your second-story window, wrapping your silk robe around yourself to preserve your modesty.

As you approach the window, another tap resounds with the collision of a small pebble against the glass before it bounces off the pane and disappears into the dark night. Swiftly closing the distance between you and the window, you peer out the glass, gasping when you recognize the silhouette of the culprit behind the flying pebbles. “Kol! What are you doing here?” you whisper out to the shadowy figure standing in your yard. He bestows you with his signature smirk, dropping the remaining pebbles in his hands to the plush grass below his feet.

“Finally, darling. I thought you were never going to wake up.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at the complaint as you step away from the window, watching as your secret boyfriend scales the side of your house. “If my daddy catches you in here, he will murder you and send me away,” you tell the brunet as he climbs through your open window. “Well then, we better not get caught,” he responds— his voice alight with mischief as he saunters into your bedroom with that smirk that makes you weak in the knees. You shake your head in disapproval at your boyfriend. He is always such a risk-taker— always living on the edge. It frightens you to no end, but simultaneously excites you, pulling you deeper into the enigma that is Kol Mikaelson.

“Kol, what are you doing here?” you repeat your question from before, walking over to your nightstand to turn on the lamp. “I missed you, darling. Is that a crime?” the brunet inquires, only partially lying about the reason behind his late-night visit.

The light shatters the darkness that previously encompassed your bedroom, illuminating every aspect of your boyfriend he was hoping to conceal from you. A horrified gasp escapes your lips as you take in Kol’s appearance. A cut tears through the skin of his left cheek— discolored by the bruise forming underneath his left eye. His lip is bloodied and swollen and, by the look in his eyes, you can tell he has been crying. Your heart aches at the sight of him, wanting nothing more than to pull him into your arms and kiss away his injuries.

“Jiminy Crickets! Kol Mikaelson, what happened to you?”

He winces at the use of his full name, something that’s foreign to your lips and tends to mean he’s found himself in hot water. “Don’t flip your lid. It’s not as bad as it looks,” the Mikaelson tries to reassure you with a shrug of his shoulders. Of course, his words do nothing to calm your worries, but you know that’s the most of an explanation you’re going to pull from your boyfriend so you drop the matter with a despondent sigh. Reaching out, you enclasp Kol’s large, calloused hand in your soft one, leading him to your hallway bathroom where the medical supplies are kept. You set him down on the ceramic toilet seat before digging through the under-the-sink cabinet for the first aid kit.

“Have I ever told you how good you look with so little clothing on?” Kol asks you, attempting to lighten the somber mood you have fallen into. You gasp at the crude statement, jerking forward as you clutch your robe tighter to your body.

“Kol!” you scold the brunet for making such a salacious statement.

“It’s true, darling. You’re a knockout,” he chuckles before a wave of pain produces a wince, contorting his features.

A worried frown tugs on your lips— the sight of his pain drawing out your maternal instincts. You place a hand on Kol’s chin, holding him in place as you dab at the dried blood on his lips— careful not to touch the cut. Your soothing touch on his skin was such a strong juxtaposition to the sadistic one that damaged it hours before and a comforting warmth spreads through the Mikaelson, raising goosebumps on his skin as you clean his face with attentive care. His eyes flutter shut, reveling in the serenity your gentle caresses bring him. He is unaccustomed to having someone touch him so delicately and he has already developed a hunger for it. He never thought he would be able to experience a touch like this— something so loving and tender. He never believed he was worthy of such intimacy, especially from someone like you. Someone so angelic and magnanimous. You were too good for him, he knew. And yet, by some miracle, you chose him to love, forsaking everything you were raised to believe just to be with him.

“Okay, this is going sting a little, but I need to disinfect your cuts,” you announce to the Mikaelson, pulling him from his reverie. He nods, but no amount of bracing could prepare him for the burn of the rubbing alcohol connecting with his open wounds. He flinches away from the cloth— a profanity slipping from his lips and you profusely apologize.

“It’s okay, darling. Keep going,” Kol encourages you and you reluctantly return the alcohol-soaked material to his face. He grips the ceramic of the toilet seat below as you continue to disinfect his cuts, not minding the pain so much as long as you are touching him.

You shake your head with a sigh, unable to ignore the nagging feeling gnawing at your insides. “Kol, are you going to tell me what happened?” you pleadingly ask your boyfriend although you know the probability of him indulging you is slim. Your voice is gentle, loving, and filled with so much care— something Kol does not receive a lot of at home. Just the simple thought of you caring for him is enough to make him cry, but he doesn’t want to appear weak, in front of you of all people. So, he shuts his eyes, leaning his head back to keep the tears from spilling over. When he's confident the tears won't fall, he returns his deep chocolate eyes to your worried-filled ones. "There are just some things you don't need to know about, darling," the brunet tells you— a sad smile adorning his handsome features.

As tough as the Mikaelson loves to act, deep down he really is frightened. One of the things that terrify him the most is the thought of you leaving him. He knows it's bound to happen one day, but he wants to hold on to you for as long as possible. You are the light in his dark world, the hope he clings to that one day it will get better. Your innocence reminds him of all the good things in the world— it keeps him sane. Kol needs you more than you'll ever know, more than he'll ever let on. It’s why he hides the reality of his life from you. He's terrified that if he reveals the skeletons in his closet, he'll scare you off and that's a loss he can't handle. He wouldn’t survive. So, he toughens up and puts on his best face around you, but you are not as naive as your boyfriend believes you to be. You see through the cracks in his facade and you wish he would let you in, let you be there for him. You love him so much and you can’t bear to see him in this torment, especially when there is nothing you can do about it.

But you’re scared to push too hard and end up pushing him away, so you do the next best thing. You pull him into your loving embrace, letting him know that you are there for him whenever he is ready. You squeeze him tight, letting him know you aren't going anywhere and that you'll always be by his side. You kiss his neck softly, letting him know just how much you love him, and you swear you can feel a few teardrops hit your shoulder lightly.

“Can I stay the night?” he asks timidly, scared you’ll reject his request, “I promise I’ll be gone by morning.”

You nod, a soft smile pulling at your lips, “Of course, you can, Kol.”

Leaving a quick peck on his swollen lips, you pull the brunet up from his seat and quietly lead him back down the hall to your bedroom. He begins stripping himself of his clothing— your eyes following each article as he is reduced to nothing more than his boxers. You stare in awe of your boyfriend’s beauty. Even with the bruises forming on his face, he still manages to be effortlessly gorgeous.

“You see something you like?” Kol teases you, enjoying the feeling of your eyes roaming his body. Heat rises to your cheeks as you pull your bottom lip in between your teeth, having been caught ogling the man before you. “You’re really beautiful, Kol,” you speak softly, confessing your thoughts to him. He turns his face from you, blushing at your compliment, and you giggle at how soft you can make the tough Kol Mikaelson.

With a contented smile draped across your lips, you walk to your nightstand, turning off the lamp and settling back under your covers. Shortly afterward, Kol crawls into bed beside you— the two of you facing each other as you admiringly stare at the other. A few moments of silence pass over you and you feel yourself beginning to drift off.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You hum your response to the soft whisper beside you.

“Thank you.”

You smile, a warmth filling you as you finally fall into a peaceful slumber. And just as he promised, when you woke up in the morning, Kol was long gone.

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the original love

Kol Mikaelson x fem!Salvatore!reader

the first chapter

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a/n: this series is a fragment series, which is basically just a ton of clips and you can fill in the holes with whatever you want. There’ll be dates or years specified so it’s not super confusing. This is my first fragment story, even though I write in fragments. It’s confusing, but you’ll see.

Warnings: part of this takes place in the 1800s, mentions of and allusions to $€x, use of ✨colorful✨ language, slavery and abuse (this goes for the whole series)

•••••

November 18, 1847, Mystic Falls, the Salvatore estate

“Hi, Maiden.” An 8-year-old Damon said, cradling his newborn sister in his arms. His little brother, Stefan, who had just turned one, was sitting by Damon’s feet, reaching for the baby. Damon looked up at his mother, who smiled kindly at him, despite having just given birth and being exhausted.

Carefully holding Maiden, Damon reached down and picked Stefan up, settling him in his lap before laying Maiden into his arms. Damon held most of Maiden’s weight up, but Stefan was amazed to see her. Maiden’s eyes fluttered and a small yawn came out of her mouth as she looked up curiously at the two older boys. After helping Stefan off the chair, Damon gave Maiden a kiss on her soft forehead before handing her back to their mother.

Giuseppe Salvatore burst in then, complaining about how Damon hadn’t finished his chores. (He’d heard his mother screaming and ran to see what was wrong, abandoning his tasks.)

Lillian sat up then, ready. “Giuseppe, he heard me and came to see what he could do to help. It’s my own fault he’s here.”

“You’re damn right tis, Lillian! Damon, go finish! NOW!” Maiden began crying as Giuseppe yelled. “And, Lillian, shut that baby up!”

“That baby is your daughter, Giuseppe.” Lillian said as calmly as she could.

“Oh, wondrous. Now I have to search high and low for someone to marry her to in seven and ten years’ time!” Lillian was helped up from the bed by her servants as Giuseppe stormed out.

---

July 7, 1856

Giuseppe had his young daughter’s hand in his, a gorgeous dress adorning her small body in shades of blues and greens. The little girl was merely 8, yet had her father wrapped around her little finger. Her older brother, Damon, was with them, and Giuseppe had ordered Damon and Maiden out to go with him to get one or two more slaves - a new shipment had just come in. He had promised Maiden she could pick them out.

Giuseppe passed Maiden over to Damon, and he lifted her into his arms. Her teenaged brother was strong enough to hold her for quite some time, but he just carried her over the puddles of mud to the building where the slaves were waiting. He set her down as they entered the building.

The slaves were separated by sections into men, women, and children. The seller greeted Giuseppe and Damon heartily and he bowed to Maiden. “Hello, there, Miss Salvatore.”

“Hello, sir.” An innocent smile rested on her face.

“Damon, walk with your sister as she picks.” Damon and Maiden walked down the row and she looked at all the dark faces trying not to look down upon her. She stopped suddenly in front of a young boy, he��s maybe 10. “Damon.”

“Yes, sister?” He tried not to sound upset with her. It was his father he was frustrated with.

“I want that one.” She pointed to the boy.

Damon noticed a woman - maybe 30s - cringe as Maiden pointed to the boy, likely his mother. “Tell Father.”

“Daddy!” Maiden yelled.

“Yes, dear?” Giuseppe turned.

“This one.”

Giuseppe nodded and turned back around to make the deal.

“Come on.” Damon helped the boy off the platform and his mother knelt to hug him one last time, whispering something the Salvatore siblings couldn’t hear.

Maiden continued down the walkway, stopping at a girl about her age. “Daddy!” She yelled again.

“Yes, dear?” The whole exchange again.

With the two kids in tow, Damon and Maiden made their way back to their father. “I did it, Daddy.” She said proudly.

“Good job, Maiden. Damon, take the two out and get them ready to leave. Then help your sister in.”

“Of course, Father.” Damon gritted his teeth before leading the three outside. Soon enough, Giuseppe finished his business deal and the Salvatores were headed home.

Maiden instantly ran to get her other brother, who was in the trees. “Stefan!” She called.

“Yes?”

“Come see the new slaves I picked out!”

9-year-old Stefan was by her side in a moment. “Let me see.”

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July 7, 1856

“Maiden picked out two lovely new slaves today.” Father praised Maiden at dinner that night.

Lillian and Damon locked eyes, subtly having a conversation, both too afraid to speak.

"Thank you, Father." Maiden's voice breezed by, attracting the attention of the children working. Even at 8, she was breaking hearts. A certain boy who was born on the plantation was certainly in love with her, and she often sent him smiles, just because she was a kind girl.

It was common among the Salvatore servants to tease him whenever they could, and he would simply roll his eyes before going back to waiting on her hand and foot.

---

September 23, 1864

“Maiden, you are to marry the brother of Katherine on your 17th birthday.” Giuseppe said as he passed her.

“What?!” She cried.

He turned sharply and marched up to her, striking her across the face, causing her to collapse on the ground. “Do not question me. I am your father, I control you.” He sneered down at her from above as she clasped her cheek.

As soon as Giuseppe turned to leave and was out of sight, Damon was kneeling next to Maiden, still in his Confederate uniform. “Maiden, sister, what’s wrong?”

“Father- he-”

Damon sighed heavily. “Come on, it’s okay, I’ve got you.” He helped her up and into her room.

The girl from oh-so-long ago, when Maiden was 8, was now the servant tasked with helping her. "Oh, dear, Miss Salvatore!" Grace exclaimed, hurrying over.

"She was hit by Father again."

"Oh, Maiden," She lowered her voice as she spoke her lady's name. "You must learn to be quiet!"

"Well, he was being unreasonable." Maiden sat on her bed, Damon falling onto his back dramatically next to her.

"What happened, Miss?" Grace asked while rushing to get a cold cloth for Maiden's cheek.

"He said I'm going to marry Katherine's brother!" Damon sat up at this. "I didn't even realize Katherine had a brother, let alone one my age! And then- Damon, are you okay?"

"Mae, she doesn't have a brother. She has no siblings, at least not any alive."

"So who am I supposed to marry, then?"

"I have no idea."

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August 17, 1874, New York City

Maiden walked past a handsome man, but barely gave him a second glance, too busy holding her breath. He backed up, turning around to catch up to her, but she barely heard him - odd for a human.

“Hello, love.” He said in an English accent, catching her arm and attention.

“Sorry, I can’t talk now.” She said without breathing in.

“What are you doing?” He asked, smirking subtly.

“Just out to get a drink. No food at home.” Technically, she was not lying.

“What are you getting for food?”

“Why do you need to know? I’m just going to get a drink. Alone.”

“Ah, well, I do love a bloody drink.” He raised his eyebrows knowingly.

“No, sir, no blood. Just some whiskey.”

“Oh, but I was teasing. Why would I ever think you would drink blood? It’s not like you’re a vam- Oh, do you smell that? The bakery a few blocks that way is pulling blueberry muffins out for tomorrow morning.”

She tilted her head. “Are you-?” Maiden’s question died in her throat.

“Am I what?”

She breathed for the first time.

He’s not human.

“Come with me.” She grabbed his wrist, yanking him into an alley.

“Hello.” He said pleasantly, as if he hadn’t just caused the biggest disturbance to her vampire life.

“Who are you? What are you?”

“If you tell me who you are, and honestly, I will answer all the questions you have.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m Maiden.”

“Are you really a maiden? And is there a last name?” He took her hand, kissing her knuckles.

“Yes, I’m a maiden, and no, you will not get a last name until you answer my two questions.”

“Kol Mikaelson, I’m an Original vampire. It’s why you didn’t recognize my scent. I doubt you’ve met one of my siblings to know my smell. Last name?” He still hadn’t dropped her hand.

“You’re telling me that the Original vampires, the myths my brother told me, they exist, and somehow, I just managed to meet one of you seven?”

“You’re very lucky.” He said simply. “I answered. Last name?”

Maiden could tell this was the last time he would ask politely.

“Salvatore. Maiden Salvatore is my full name.”

He smiled charmingly. “I have a feeling we’re going to get along stunningly, Miss Salvatore.”

“Are you sure we should be parted by our names? We have to blend in, you know?”

“Why can’t you just compel the humans?” Kol asked with a ‘duh’ tone.

“That’s a lot of work.”

“Are you suggesting what I believe you’re suggesting, darling?”

“I don’t know, what are you suggesting I’m suggesting?”

“I’d suggest you are a genius, Mrs. Mikaelson.”

“Why, thank you, Mr. Mikaelson.”

He offered her his arm and they walked out onto the street again. They headed to get drinks, and he compelled the bartender to allow her to drink in public. They simply conversed, just trying to learn more about each other.

As Maiden was the only woman there, Kol kept his arm around her, simply to keep up the appearance. Kol only looked 18, Maiden at 16, which must have been a bit odd to see.

At the end of the night, only a few men remained, about 12, and Kol distracted the bartender while she compelled the men to go into the back alley and wait for Kol and her. After she finished, she went up behind him and tugged on his arm lightly, playing the part of the quiet wife.

“Must dash. Things to do, right?” Kol asked with a smile, gesturing to Maiden. She smiled slightly, playing the helpless wife part her mother used to play.

They ducked into the alley, immediately attacking the men. Kol got to the last one before Maiden did, blood dripping down his chin as he watched her, ignoring the man dangling from his grip. “Would you like the last one, love?” He asked, smirking as she dropped the snack.

“Sure.” She reached for him.

“Ah.” Kol lifted him out of her reach. “What, are you not going to ask your husband nicely?”

“How about this instead?” She kissed him softly, and he lowered the man as she pulled away.

Maiden ate and looked back up at Kol, who wiped the blood off her chin, licking it off his finger. “They had drugs in their systems. Not as tasty.”

“Is that the aftertaste?”

“Yes, I can’t believe you haven’t noticed yet.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t notice.” Standing up on her tip-toes, she kissed him again.

“KOL! There you are!” At the sound of a girl’s British voice, Mae pulled away to see a girl who looked 17 at the entrance to the alley. “Kol, who is this?” She asked carefully.

“Beks, do not tell them. And this is Maiden.”

“Hello, Maiden. I’m Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol’s sister. Pleasure.”

“Hi.” She reverted back to the shy 15-year-old who was instantly jealous of Katherine when seeing her, now instantly jealous of Rebekah’s glimmering blonde hair. Glancing down, Maiden wiped the last of the blood off her chin.

“So, you’re like us, then? Just.. not Original?”

She nodded, hair falling in front of her face.

“She was only turned a decade ago, she’s a baby.”

“Oh, wow. By who?”

“She told me not to say. Said it was too dangerous for her.”

“Interesting.” Rebekah said before coming to stop in front of her. “You are stunning, how old were you when you turned?”

“16, nearly 17.”

“You are simply gorgeous, we need to go shopping. Blue would look lovely on you.”

“Oh, um, I really have to go, my brother is waiting for me.”

“Your actual brother?” Kol asked.

Maiden nodded. “Both my brothers were turned just before me.”

“Well, I’ll see you again sometime. Brother.”

“Beks, if you tell Nik-” He turned to Maiden. “I will find you later tonight, love, I promise. As soon as I get Beks safe and away from here.”

She nodded again.

“I’ll be there by 3, promise.”

Maiden nodded a final time and sped off into the darkness, away from the two insanely hot Original vampires.

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August 22, 1874, New York City, 1:12 am

“Well, imagine what your brothers would do if they found out what I’ve done to the precious, innocent, youngest Salvatore.” Kol smirked, tightening his grasp on Maiden’s waist.

“They’re not going to find out.” She glared at him.

“If you insist, darling.” He pressed another kiss to her lips, traveling down to her neck again.

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