#Kol Responds

[devilsanddarlings]

"look, i can't get involved. i've got work to do." (to Kol)

@sialiia

“I’ll make it worth your while, darling,” Kol wheedled, taking a step closer. “Five grand in cash as a service fee, and I’ll even compel your boss to think they’d already given you the day off,” the Original offered, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Come now, darling, be reasonable,” he pressed when she looked as though she would refuse again. “You needn’t make this so difficult on yourself. It’s easy money. All you have to do is agree to do me this one little favor, and it’s all yours.”

[wholoveseggs]

~Requests♡~

{<- masterlist}

18+

Smut ~ Violence ~ Fluff ~ Angst

Birthday Lessons {5k} ♡♡ {Elijah x Kol x Reader} --- On your birthday night at Rousseau's, tension fills the air as Kol and Elijah compete for your attention, promising a celebration like no other.

Je t'aime, Je t'adore {3k} ♡♡ --- You and Elijah are enjoying your honeymoon in the south of France, doing what newlyweds do best.

Dinner can wait {2k} ♡ --- Elijah is nervous about you returning home after a trip, so he cooks dinner to calm himself.

Cold Truth {5k} ♡♡ --- You and Klaus are on a mission to turn Elijah's humanity switch back on. The only problem is that you are the reason he turned it off in the first place.

Gentle {3k} ♡♡ --- As movie night with Elijah gets heated, you voice your insecurities and he dispels your fears.

Eyes for you {4k} ♡♡♡ --- Amidst the clinking of glasses and strained smiles, you find yourself feeling jealous of the way Hayley is interacting with your husband... Until he shows you exactly why you shouldn't be feeling that way.

Elijah's Love Letters {2.5k} ♡ --- NSFW Alphabet

Klaus's Love Letters {3k} ♡ --- NSFW Alphabet

Always {3k} ♡♡♡ --- Upon your unexpected appearance at the compound, centuries after being presumed dead, Elijah has to grapple with feelings he long buried and the consequences that come with it.

Between Pages {5k} ♡ --- It's the 1960s, and you are a college student finding solace in the campus library. There, you encounter more than knowledge within its walls.

What did you wish for? {2k} ♡♡ --- On your birthday, Elijah and Rebekah find themselves at odds when it comes to organizing the party.

Tied {2.7k} ♡ --- After days apart, you've crafted the perfect surprise for Elijah to welcome him home.

Reminder {4.5k} ♡♡♡ --- Your relationship with Elijah feels like its unravelling with the arrival of Hayley and a cutting nickname from Klaus. Fortunately, Elijah knows just what to do to make you feel loved.

Strings {6.2k} ♡♡♡ --- You've denied what your heart wants for so long and Elijah is tired of waiting.

Whine {5k} ♡♡ --- You make the mistake of testing Elijah's patience and he puts you in your place.

Devotion {7.7k} ♡♡ --- When you find out you are pregnant you are afraid of how Elijah will react. His anxieties around fatherhood get the best of him and he gives in to his darker impulses.

Crush {6.7k} ♡♡♡ --- You have quite the crush on Rebekah's big brother, and you find yourself lost in the tangled web of unreciprocated feelings, yearning for a love that may never be yours.

Forgiveness {5.5k} ♡♡♡ --- After a tragic event you flip your humanity switch and begin to terrorize the Quarter. You have to be put down for the good of the city, but your husband will stop at nothing to save you.

Stubborn {4.1k} ♡♡ --- You and Elijah get into a fight about his protective nature. He thinks you are too stubborn, and you think he's too controlling. How will you resolve your issues?

Ménage à Quatre {5.3k} ♡ {Elijah x Klaus x Rebekah x Reader} --- Just a quick little ménage à quatre with Rebekah & the boys...

Change {5.8k} ♡♡♡ --- Your marriage causes you to feel trapped and worthless. Until you meet a handsome stranger at a café and he shows you how much more you can be.

Touch {5.6k} ♡♡♡ --- After a dinner party with the Mikaelson family, you try to get Elijah to open up his heart to you.

Teach You {3.6k} ♡♡ --- You are nervous about your first time with Elijah and he makes it an unforgettable experience.

Perfect {2.8k} {he/him pronouns} ♡♡ --- After a date with Elijah, you want to take things to the next level and he makes you feel like the only boy in the world.

Piano Lessons {2.4k} ♡ --- You come home after a long day at work and Elijah helps you unwind with a song.

Misbehavior {8.2k} ♡♡♡♡ --- Elijah Mikaelson is controlling, arrogant and absolutely infuriating, you don't know how anybody can stand him. That is... until he gets you in his bed.

Fantasies {4.8k} ♡ --- You get Elijah to open up about his desires and he discovers a few of yours, leading to a night of fun and exploration.

Worth the wait {7.1k} ♡♡♡ --- You and Elijah are childhood friends, dipping in and out of each others lives for the past one thousand years. You hope that one day you will have a chance to be together and find the love you've always longed for.

Magnificent {8.8k} ♡ {Elijah x Klaus x Kol x Reader} --- Just a quick little ménage à quatre with Elijah, Kol and Klaus... on spring break...

Hold {4.9k} ♡♡ --- You are having drinks with Elijah and you want to tell him about your little problem, in hopes that he will help you with it.

Paperwork {5k} ♡♡ --- You approach a handsome philanthropist at a charity gala, leading to a stress-relieving meeting high above the city lights.

Princess {5.1k} ♡ --- You and Elijah have a night of kinky fun.

Safe {8.2k} ♡♡♡♡ --- In a world where trust is hard to come by, you've learned to keep your guard up, especially around men. But when Elijah enters your life, he's determined to break through your defenses, venturing into a realm of passion, pain, and the search for something real.

Madness {6.4k} ♡♡ --- You bring a date to the Mikaelson party, specifically to attract the attention of your estranged husband. The plan backfires; he's not the type to let you go so easily and makes sure to remind you that no one will ever take his place.

Soft {3.4k} ♡♡ --- You've been dating Elijah for a while, but your insecurities keep you from taking things further. But one night, Elijah finally gets the chance to show you how much he loves your curves.

Forever {6.8k} ♡♡♡ --- Elijah loves you with all his heart, but his commitment to his family and his loyalty to Klaus keeps him from acting on his feelings. But when he almost loses you, he is determined to prove that you are the only woman he has ever truly loved, and wants to make you his, forever.

Three Lessons {6.2k} ♡ --- Elijah finds you in transition and teaches you a few lessons on how to be a vampire.

Control {6k} ♡♡♡ --- Plagued by nightmares of hurting you, Elijah avoids any form of intimacy, but you have had enough. You confront him about his rejection and Elijah finally learns how to let go and lose control.

Wishes {3.1k} {Haylijah} ♡♡♡ --- A smutty extended version of haylijah's first time together.

Respect {2.9k} {Delijah} ♡ --- Elijah puts Damon in his place, and demands he show him a little more than respect.

Cat and Mouse {5.3k} ♡ --- It's your anniversary party, but you are terribly bored, and the one person you actually want to be around isn't playing fair.

Decadence {5.9k} ♡ --- Elijah meets an intriguing woman at the opera, leading to an evening of music, wine and vampiric indulgences.

Bindings {4.9k} ♡ --- You ask Davina for help with creating something to tie up Elijah... only for you to get in way over your head. Luckily, he is in a forgiving mood.

Family Man {4.5k} ♡♡ --- Life at the compound can be chaotic with kids and family running around, but Elijah wouldn't have it any other way.

Gratitude {4.7k} ♡♡ --- It's a warm summer night and Elijah plans a special date for you, hoping to make your dreams come true.

Something Sweet {5.5k} ♡♡ --- It's the day of your wedding, a day you've dreamed about since you were young. Everything is exactly as you imagined it would be, except one thing. Today is not only the day of your wedding, today is also the day you die... And you never wanted anything so badly.

Perfect Messes {5.6k} ♡♡♡ --- After a difficult relationship that left you struggling to rebuild your life, you reconnect with an old friend who helps you rediscover what true love feels like.

Bloodier Bath {2.7k} ♡♡ --- Aunt Flo comes to visit and the noble Elijah once again stands up to the bitch.

Insatiable {3.9k} ♡ --- You are at the club with the Mikaelsons, and your husband Elijah gets a little jealous when someone else hits on you.

Ice Cream and Love Bites {8.2k} ♡♡ --- You are at a playground with your son when you meet Elijah. He is everything you are looking for in a partner, but his life is shrouded in mystery. Can you trust him with your heart?

Please Sir {4.2k} ♡ --- You meet Elijah on a dating app, needing his help to fulfill a fantasy, and he is happy to oblige.

Following Orders {2.7k} ♡ --- You decide to reverse the roles for a day, tying Elijah up and having your way with him...

Springs {2.7k} ♡ {Viking!Elijah} --- You meet your secret lover deep in the woods, and take him to your favorite spot to spend some time together.

Captive {7.1k} ♡♡♡♡ {Elijah x Klaus x Vampire!Reader} --- You are being held captive by a group of nasty witches, being tortured, starved of blood and interrogated night and day... You've lost all hope, until two old enemies show up to save you, and you spend the evening reminiscing and making up for lost time.

Solstice {9k} ♡♡ {Viking!Elijah} --- In a small Viking village, love blooms as Elijah steals your heart. But a winter storm prevents your future plans, forcing secrets to surface and your bond to grow stronger than ever.

Belonging {8.8k} ♡♡♡♡ --- You needed a roommate, and he needed a place to belong...but as secrets unravel and his dark past comes to light, your new housemate might just change your life forever..

Yearning {9k} ♡♡ --- Hired by Rebekah to paint her family’s portrait, you find yourself irresistibly drawn to her eldest brother, Elijah. But with a husband bound by ambition and society’s stifling expectations, surrendering to forbidden desire could change your life forever...

Cedar {3.6k} ♡♡ --- What begins as a night of unrestrained passion shifts when Elijah takes things too far, and he makes sure to show you just how deeply he cares for you in the aftermath...

Adore {3.5k} ♡ --- When Elijah catches you lost in a steamy novel, he’s determined to turn fiction into reality...

Inevitable {6.9k} ♡♡ --- A playful night of banter leads to Elijah's siblings setting him up on a dating app, but the only match he wants is you...

Chaos {7.8k} ♡♡♡ --- A punk-themed night out with the Mikaelsons reveals a side of Elijah you’ve never seen before... and a chance to push boundaries neither of you ever expected.

Anchor {672 wrds} ♡ --- Grief threatens to overwhelm you, but Elijah's calming presence becomes your anchor, reminding you that even in your darkest hours, you are not alone.

Snow Day {6.2k} ♡♡ --- A rare snowstorm blankets New Orleans, and the Mikaelsons revel in the icy chaos. But as Klaus pushes Elijah to confront his feelings for you, the heat between you two threatens to outshine the storm.

Serendipitous {8.4k} ♡♡♡ {Elijah x Klaus x Reader} --- When your new life in New Orleans collides with the past you tried to outrun, you come face to face with the man you never stopped thinking about. And worse? You are sleeping with his brother.

Angel {5k} ♡♡♡ --- Newly turned and overwhelmed, one hunger refuses to be ignored. You need guidance, and who better to teach you than Elijah Mikaelson?

Polaroids {4.8k} ♡♡ --- Hidden in his suits, tucked in his ties. Each scandalous polaroid Elijah finds drives him closer to the edge… until he finally snaps.

Dissolve {4.6k} ♡♡ --- Elijah always puts your pleasure first, never letting himself fully let go. Until you push him over the edge and he falls completely.

Fur-ever {3k} ♡ --- Elijah Mikaelson: Original vampire, refined gentleman, luxurious cat tree.

For Safety Reasons {6k} ♡♡♡ --- A dark legend. A looming threat. And Kol Mikaelson offering a very unconventional solution.

Reverence {6.2k} ♡♡♡♡ --- Elijah protects you from a stranger’s insult, then shows you why it was never true...

Bliss {9.2k} ♡♡♡ --- It’s the day after your third child is born… and the best day of Elijah’s immortal life.

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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their chokehold on me is tightening the closer we get to s2 and the definitely fake marriage for cover when needed is making me deranged sooo

“Before I forget.” Imogen reached into one of her coat pockets and pulled out a small black leather pouch. “Here,” she said casually as she placed it in Bix’s hand. 

“What is this?” the mechanic questioned as she opened it. 

The bounty hunter kept her gaze on the contents of the pouch, her posture stiff, but she explained in a conversational tone. “Should the need to claim me as your wife ever arise again, I figured it may be beneficial to ensure your role appears convincing.”  

To her surprise, a ring fell out and directly into Bix’s palm. The first thing she noticed was a stark contrast between the black metal on the outside of the band and the polished electrum on the inside. The design was simple and elegant — practical without being flashy — exactly according to Bix’s taste. Then she noticed a thin inlaid strip that wrapped around the middle of the band. A shallow well had been carved along the ring and filled with some sort of organic material, Bix guessed. Either dust or dirt or ash, she couldn’t quite tell, but it was sealed with a hard transparent material that would protect it from everyday use without dulling the clarity. With it came a thin chain necklace, should Bix choose to wear it around her neck instead of on her finger.

The ring was beautiful, and something about it felt familiar, but Bix had no clue what to make of the gift — if it could even be called that. “Where did you get this?” 

Imogen shrugged. “From materials I had on hand. For the most part.”

Her gaze was finally torn away from the ring to stare at the other woman blankly for a beat as she put two and two together. “You made it?” 

“Don’t sound so shocked, darling,” Imogen said with a slightly tense smirk. “I have constructed lightsabers, a ring is quite simple in comparison.” 

At the mention of it, Bix’s eyes were drawn to the weapon Imogen always kept on her belt whenever it wasn’t in her hand. “Wait…” Bix started thoughtfully. She reached over and grabbed the hilt, pulling it free — Imogen didn’t so much as blink at the invasion of personal space, but then again, Bix had gotten away with worse violations — then began to compare the material to the ring and noting that the metals were identical.

“I managed to cut off just enough for a band without compromising the hilt’s structure,” Imogen said, again maintaining a casual tone.  

That’s when Bix realized this was not some tool to use as a disguise or excuse when needed. If that were its sole purpose, Imogen would have purchased a simple band from a convenient jeweler as an afterthought. This ring was far more than an afterthought. In fact, a lot of thought had gone into it, more than she believed Imogen to be capable of. Bix found herself moved to know she had taken the time to not only make the band by hand, but to risk her own lightsaber — her own heart, she had once described it as — to create a piece of herself to give to her lover. 

“And the… what is this?” Bix absentmindedly handed the saber back to Imogen and held the ring more preciously in both hands, lifting it up for a closer look. “Dirt? Dust?”

“A little piece of home.” 

Another realization hit that caused Bix to fall in love with Imogen all over again. How had she not known as soon as she saw it? The russet hue of the dirt was unmistakable now that Imogen had revealed its origin. 

Bix pulled the band to her lips and closed her eyes as if she were about to say a quiet prayer over it. Holding this ring was the closest to Ferrix — to home — that she had been in a long time. Perhaps the closest to it she will ever be again. And Imogen just assured that Ferrix would always be with her. Not just in her heart, but as a real tactile thing that she could see and touch. It meant the whole galaxy to her. 

“How?” Bix asked hoarsely as a stray tear raced down her cheek. She cleared the aching lump in her throat and quickly wiped it away. 

“I have plenty of experience with keeping my presence on Ferrix unseen, as you well know.” Her posture straightened a bit as she sighed and folded her hands behind her back. “It was a brief visit.” 

Bix stared at her, taking in the beauty of her features. Everything from Imogen’s sharp jawline to the shape of her lips, the angle of her nose, her piercing gray eyes. Everything Bix adored. Everything she loved. Bix could tell by the way her jaw twitched that Imogen sensed her shameless observation, but she still kept her eyes fixed on everything but her. It hadn’t dawned on Bix until then, but she concluded that Imogen was nervous, further cementing the gesture of this gift. All that Imogen missed was a question. A question Bix didn’t need to hear explicitly to answer. 

“Yes,” Bix said as if she were simply agreeing to a dinner suggestion.

Imogen’s sly grin softened and she finally focused on the shimmering dark eyes of her lover, but she still raised an inquisitive brow. “I don’t recall asking any questions.”

The mechanic smiled back at her knowingly and shrugged. “The answer is still yes.”

[cancerian-woman]

Hi! I would love to hear why you think Klaus and Bonnie would be a compatible or at least fascinating match :) I can tell you're going to turn me into a Klonnie shipper even though the last thing I need in my life is another doomed OTP!!

Hey :D I love a good doomed ship it makes the fandom more interesting especially in terms of creativity tbh.

Bonnie had proven herself to be just as morally corrupt as other characters as needed. Sure, it wasn’t to the extreme of others but it existed especially if her friends were threatened. That type of loyalty and strength would be what Klaus would like because of how possessive and selfish he is.

There’s Bennett-Mikaelson connections through the lore of TVD. Ayana was Esther’s mentor. Abby entombed Mikael. Then in present there’s Esther prasing Bonnie for being the one to fight Klaus. Elijah recruited Bonnie to do it. Both Bonnie and Klaus have parental struggles on both sides. Klaus is more forefront than Bonnie’s but it exists. Tagging my friends content here :).

Klaus was introduced with an affinity for witches (Gloria, Maddox, Greta..)it was just dropped after well you know ;). But in a sibling light I could see both Rebekah and Kol taking a liking to Bonnie. Rebekah wanted that normal highschool experience and Kol was formerly a witch. We got a little bit of Kennett moments in s4 but that was dropped. Bonnie is the only TVD character to never have her own side friend out the group.

Narratively TVD would’ve just had to work with their few key points to make Klonnie a slow burn ship from s2-4 tbh. Bonnie kept getting the short-stick. Season 3 she got cheated on, her mother abandoned again, she had all the reasons to distant herself from her friends and end up in someone’s darker arms. The Mikaelson Ball ep Esther is leeching off Bonnie and her bloodline yet Bonnie is no where to be found… huh… Bonnie doesn’t get enough in universe credit for her actions because she has not only nearly killed Klaus she has saved his life(and everyone else’s.)

Season 4 Bonnie was dipping into a darker side with Expression and she blindly trusted Shane just to learn magic. It would be another moment for Klaus to try and get in her good graces. Klaus would have to open up emotionally for Bonnie to sympathize with him. I think they would challenge each other. Bonnie is one of the female characters who can fight back to people who are trying to harm her in a way Elena or Caroline can’t tbh.

Bonnie wasn’t just any witch either she was a Bennett which her family is responsible for nearly everything in TVD. I don’t think Klaus would’ve suddenly became a “Disney prince” type of BF by any means but I could see the relationship working. Klaus is still an elitist bastard with years of knowledge Bonnie would want. Bonnie is willing to give that loyalty to anyone who is good to her. Cami is seen as good and she even falls for Klaus lmao.

Last point people only play morality clauses with Bonnie because the series does. By the end of TVD Bonnie considers Damon not Elena or Caroline or Matt her bestfriend. That should say enough about what Bonnie would allow but….The writers and fans will argue that Bonnie doesn’t deserve to be paired up with toxic men or women but TVD never introduced anyone that was “morally good” by our world standards. Even Enzo physically harmed Bonnie pre-relationship. The other leads are white and never held to the same standards. Elena said it was Stefan until it wasn’t. Caroline said no to Klaus until she didn’t. Hayley’s arc includes with her fucking Klaus and dating Elijah… the list could continue.

Hope I made it all clear 😁.

Tagging some of my friends accounts who love Klonnie too: @klonnieshippersclub @melmedardasworld @mythorhuman @24kmagiic @bennettmaximoff

[kitkatkitzune]

I have read all of your Kol fics in one day now and I just want to say thank you for feeding my addiction because I LOVE that character to bits and I feel so spoiled by your stories <3

I don’t know if you ever want to do a tag list but if you decide on it at some point I’ll be happy to be on it!

Hi Lovely!!! I am so so SO happy that you’re enjoying my Kol fics!! I began writing and posting for him as he’s my favorite of the originals so I’m happy that fellow Kol lovers have found my page!!

I’ve said In a previous post before that I will unfortunately not be making a tag list anytime soon because I am the most unorganized person on the planet but you could turn notifications on if that helps? I’m sorry!

Thank you so much again for your support!! <3

[srslyblvck]

calm to his storm, klaus mikaelson

pairing: klaus mikaelson x fem!reader

synopsis: you are the calm to his raging storm. so what happens when his only calm is taken away from him?

genre: fluff, a little bit of angst,

warnings: mentions of torture

word count: 2.6k

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE ANTIQUE CHANDELIER ABOVE shook slightly as another crash echoed through the Mikaelson estate. Klaus’ rage tore through the air like a hurricane, sending priceless artefacts and heirlooms scattering across the room. Rebekah stood a few feet away, her arms crossed, a mix of irritation and concern on her face.

“Klaus, for heaven’s sake!” she snapped, her own temper flaring. “Must you destroy everything? That was from the 18th century!”

Kol leaned casually against the doorway, arms folded. A smirk played on his lips, though even he seemed wary. “Let him have his tantrum, sister. It’s like watching a storm obliterate a quaint little village. Entertaining, don’t you think?”

Elijah entered the room, his usual calm demeanor strained. He surveyed the chaos—broken vases, shattered glass, the remnants of Klaus’ fury—and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is getting out of hand.”

“And when has that ever stopped him?” Rebekah shot back, throwing her hands in the air.

Another crash—this time a painting flung off the wall—interrupted her. Elijah sighed deeply, his gaze shifting toward the grand staircase. He seemed to consider his options for a moment before turning to leave.

“I’ll fetch her,” he said simply, his voice tinged with both resignation and relief.

Upstairs, in stark contrast to the chaos below, your room was a haven of peace. Soft lamplight illuminated the plush armchair you sat in, legs curled beneath you. A leather-bound book rested in your hands, and beside you on the side table sat a glass of red liquid—whether it was wine or blood was anyone’s guess, and you enjoyed keeping them guessing.

The muffled sounds of Klaus’ outburst barely registered. To you, it was as normal as birds chirping or wind rustling leaves—a background hum of the Mikaelson household. You turned another page, utterly unbothered.

A soft knock at the door broke the tranquility.

“Come in, Elijah,” you called without looking up, already knowing who it would be.

Elijah entered, his steps measured as always. He stood for a moment, hands clasped in front of him, as though reluctant to disturb you further. “It seems,” he began in his polished tone, “your presence is required downstairs.”

You raised an eyebrow, setting the book down carefully. “Klaus?”

“Who else?” His lips twitched into a faint, weary smile. “Rebekah is losing her patience, Kol is doing nothing helpful as usual, and I suspect this will only end peacefully with you.”

With a small sigh, you stood, smoothing the folds of your dress. “He’s really upset this time, isn’t he?”

“You could say that.” Elijah offered you his arm, a gesture that always made you smile, even after all this time. “Though I must say, I sometimes wonder how you manage him so effortlessly.”

You took his arm, your smile soft. “It’s not effortless. It’s just… understanding.”

The sight that greeted you in the living room was chaotic, but unsurprising. Klaus stood amid the wreckage, his chest heaving, fury etched into every line of his face. Rebekah was glaring at him, hands on her hips, while Kol lounged in the doorway, twirling a broken candlestick like a baton.

“Klaus,” you said softly, your voice cutting through the tension like a balm.

His head snapped toward you, his wild eyes meeting yours. For a moment, he looked ready to lash out again, but then he saw you—calm, composed, untouched by his rage. The storm in his expression faltered.

“You’ve been shouting for an hour,” you continued, stepping into the room. “Are you okay?”

Klaus scoffed but didn’t respond, his hands flexing at his sides. You moved closer, resting a hand lightly on his arm. “What’s wrong?”

The smallest touch from you carried a weight nothing else could. His anger didn’t vanish, but it dulled, like a smoldering ember instead of an inferno.

“It’s nothing that concerns you,” Klaus muttered, his voice quieter now.

“It concerns me if it upsets you,” you said, tilting your head to meet his gaze. Your soft tone carried no judgment, just an earnestness that Klaus couldn’t resist.

Elijah silently excused himself and pulled the others with him, muttering about how he didn’t want to witness Klaus being "domesticated."

When the door clicked shut, Klaus turned to you fully, his posture still tense. “You don’t understand, love. This—this betrayal, this treachery—it deserves blood.”

You placed your other hand on his chest, the gesture anchoring him. “Maybe it does,” you said softly. “But you always remind me that timing is everything. You don’t need to act now, not when you’re this angry.”

Klaus exhaled sharply, the weight of your logic pressing against his instinct to lash out. His hands moved to your waist, gripping you gently as if you were the one tethering him to the ground.

“You make it sound so simple,” he murmured, his voice softening further. “But you don’t know what it’s like to carry this rage. It consumes everything.”

You smiled, shy but radiant, the polar opposite of his stormy intensity. “That’s why I’m here. To remind you that not everything has to be consumed.”

Klaus studied you for a long moment, his eyes searching. Finally, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. “What have I done to deserve you?”

You chuckled softly, a sound that Klaus secretly adored because it felt like sunlight in his otherwise dark world. “You don’t have to deserve me,” you said simply. “I’m here because I love you, Klaus. All of you.”

He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the words that he didn’t hear often enough. When he pulled back, some of the tension in his frame had dissipated.

“Thank you, love,” he said softly.

You brushed a hand across his cheek, and for once, Klaus Mikaelson didn’t feel like the monster the world claimed he was.

The full moon hung low in the sky, its light filtering through the dense forest. You were returning to the Mikaelson estate after a quiet evening in town, a much-needed break from the volatile energy that often permeated the house. The path was eerily silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot.

Something was off.

The hairs on the back of your neck prickled as you slowed your steps.

They came out of the shadows, cloaked in spells that masked their presence. A coven of witches, their eyes burning with vengeance, encircled you.

“Ah, the little darling of the Mikaelsons,” one sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “The one they’d burn the world for.”

You didn’t wait for pleasantries. In a blur of speed, you lunged at the closest witch, your vampiric strength taking him off guard. He crumpled under the force of your blow, but the others retaliated quickly. Spells lit the night as energy pulsed around you, slamming into your chest like a battering ram.

You gritted your teeth and fought back, feral and determined, but the odds weren’t in your favor. One by one, they overwhelmed you, their magic precise and relentless. You tore through two more of them, leaving them bloodied and unconscious, but a searing pain shot through your veins—a vervain-laced dart embedded in your shoulder.

You stumbled, your vision swimming, but you kept fighting, even as your strength waned. Finally, the world blurred and darkened as they dragged you away, their triumphant laughter the last thing you heard before the void consumed you.

When you awoke, you were bound to a chair in a dimly lit chamber. Your wrists burned where the vervain-laced ropes dug into your skin. The air smelled of damp earth and old magic, and your head throbbed from whatever spell they’d used to keep you subdued.

“You’re awake,” one of the witches said with a wicked smile, crouching before you. “Good. We wouldn’t want you to miss the fun.”

Their leader, a tall woman with piercing green eyes, approached with deliberate steps. “Do you know why you’re here?” she asked, her tone almost conversational.

You met her gaze despite the pain. “Because you’re bored and pathetic?”

She slapped you hard across the face, the sting sharp and immediate. Blood trickled from the corner of your mouth, but you refused to give her the satisfaction of flinching.

“Brave little thing, aren’t you?” she sneered. “We’re here because of your beloved family. They’ve terrorized witches for centuries, and now, you’ll pay for their sins.”

They tortured you methodically, using spells to inflict pain, cutting into your skin with vervain-coated blades. Every time you began to fade, they used magic to jolt you back to consciousness. They wanted you to suffer, to feel every second of it.

Still, you held onto your resolve, refusing to give them what they wanted. When they demanded information about the Mikaelsons, you laughed through the pain. “Do you really think they’ll let you live after this?” you taunted, your voice hoarse but steady. “You’ve made a mistake.”

It didn’t take long for the Mikaelsons to notice your absence. Klaus was the first to sense that something was wrong. The moment you didn’t return home, his paranoia kicked in, and when they found the bloodied trail in the woods, the fury that followed was palpable.

“Witches,” Klaus growled, his jaw clenched tight as he examined the scene. “They’ve taken her.”

Elijah placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, his own expression grim but composed. “We’ll find her.”

“No,” Klaus snapped, his voice low and dangerous. “We’ll kill them.”

Rebekah’s eyes burned with determination. “They won’t live long enough to regret this.”

Kol, always eager for chaos, twirled a dagger in his hand. “Let’s not waste time then, shall we?”

You were barely conscious when the first explosion rocked the chamber. The witches scrambled, their spellwork faltering as the Mikaelsons descended like a storm.

Klaus was the first through the door, his eyes locking onto your battered form. His rage was palpable, a force of nature that seemed to suck the air from the room. He didn’t waste words. In a blur, he tore into the nearest witch, snapping their neck with a savagery that made the others freeze in terror.

Rebekah followed, her fury no less potent. She flung one witch across the room, her face twisted with righteous anger. “You dared to lay a hand on her?” she hissed, plunging a dagger into the witch’s chest.

Kol’s laughter echoed as he dispatched two witches with brutal efficiency. “I’ve got to say,” he quipped, wiping blood from his blade, “you lot make terrible hosts.”

Elijah moved with his usual grace, dispatching the leader of the coven with a calculated strike. His focus, however, was on you. He reached you first, his hands gentle as he untied the ropes and eased you into his arms.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice tight with concern. “You’re safe now.”

Your head lolled against his shoulder, your strength utterly spent. “Took you long enough,” you whispered weakly, a faint smile playing on your lips.

Klaus appeared beside him, his hands trembling as they hovered over your face, not knowing where to touch without hurting you further. His eyes were wild with guilt and rage, his voice cracking as he spoke. “I’ll kill every last one of them,” he vowed, his gaze darting to Elijah. “Take her home. Now.”

Elijah nodded, carrying you out of the carnage as Klaus and the others finished what they started. You heard the screams of the remaining witches as the Mikaelsons exacted their vengeance, but you didn’t feel pity. They’d made their choice.

The house was unusually quiet. The kind of quiet that seemed too fragile, as if one wrong move might shatter it. You lay on the bed, propped up by a stack of pillows, your body still recovering from the ordeal. Though most of your injuries had healed, a dull ache lingered beneath the surface—a reminder of what had happened.

Klaus hadn’t left the room since you were brought back. He sat in the armchair by the window, bathed in moonlight, his hands steepled under his chin. His silence was unnerving.

“You’re awfully broody tonight,” you said softly, trying to lighten the mood.

He didn’t respond at first, his eyes fixed on the dark forest outside. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet but heavy. “I failed you.”

You sighed, shifting slightly despite the discomfort. “Klaus—”

“No,” he interrupted, his tone sharpening. “They took you because of me. Because of who I am. And they hurt you. If I had been faster, smarter—”

“They would’ve still tried,” you cut in, your voice calm but firm. “This isn’t your fault.”

He turned to look at you, his expression haunted. “How can you say that?”

“Because it’s true.” You held his gaze, your voice steady despite the fatigue in your body. “You can’t control what others do, Klaus. You can only do what you did—save me.”

He stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor as he began to pace. “I should’ve torn them apart the moment I sensed something was wrong. Instead, they touched you—hurt you—and I…” He trailed off, his hands clenching into fists.

You watched him for a moment before patting the space beside you on the bed. “Come here.”

He hesitated, the weight of his emotions visible in the tight set of his shoulders. Slowly, he approached, sitting carefully beside you as if afraid his presence might cause you more pain.

Reaching out, you took his hand in yours, your touch gentle. His fingers were tense at first, but they relaxed under your warmth. “Klaus, look at me.”

He did, his blue eyes stormy with guilt and frustration.

“I’m alive,” you said softly. “Because of you. You came for me. You always do.”

“I should’ve protected you better,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“And yet, here I am.” You gave him a faint smile, squeezing his hand. “You don’t have to carry this guilt. I don’t blame you.”

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, his free hand reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The touch was so tender it made your heart ache.

“I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice raw.

“You won’t,” you replied, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I’m tougher than I look, remember?”

A soft, humorless chuckle escaped him, but the tension in his body began to ease. He shifted slightly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you leaned into him.

For a while, the two of you sat in silence, the world outside the room forgotten. His hand rested on your arm, his thumb tracing absent patterns against your skin, as if reassuring himself that you were real and not some fragile illusion.

After a while, you tilted your head to look at him. “Klaus?”

“Hm?”

“You’re going to need to stop blaming yourself. It’s exhausting to watch.”

A small, genuine smile tugged at his lips. “You always know how to put me in my place, don’t you?”

“Someone has to,” you teased, though your tone was gentle.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered, his lips lingering against your skin.

“For what?”

“For not giving up on me. For always seeing the good in me when no one else does.”

You tilted your head up to meet his eyes, your hand brushing against his cheek. “Because it’s there, Klaus. Even if you don’t see it, I do.”

For the first time that night, the shadow in his gaze lifted, replaced by something softer. He leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and fervent, as if pouring every unspoken word into the touch.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet room. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of possession and reverence.

“And you’re mine,” you replied with a soft smile, your fingers brushing through his hair.

In his arms, the lingering aches of your ordeal seemed to fade. The storm that had raged in him had settled, replaced by the calm only you could bring.

divider by @dollywons

[heretoreadfanfic1]

Stay With Me

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Human!Reader 

Warnings: NSFW smut and blood 

Word Count: 2,932 

You and Kol had been sneaking around for a few months now and things were going great. When you two met there was an instant attraction but you both knew things could get messy fast due to you both running in opposing circles so to speak. Kol was an original after all and you, well you were just Carolines cousin visiting Mystic Falls for the summer. 

You had met Kol at Carolines house while he was trying to hunt down his brother Klaus who seemed to have some sort of infatuation with your cousin. Of course, you had known all about this being extra close to Caroline. You two talk on the phone almost every day about the new gossip in each of your lives and naturally boys are almost always a topic of conversation. However, Caroline never mentioned Klaus had an exceptionally charming and good looking younger brother. 

When he knocked at the door you weren’t expecting anyone home for hours and were, for lack of better words, indecent. Frankly you weren’t planning on answering the door or getting up off the couch until you finished the latest season of your current favorite show. Kol though, is quite persistent until he gets exactly what he wants. You finally broke about 10 minutes later, getting annoyed with all the knocking, and answered the door dressed in a thin baby pink pajama set that was a little too tight and a little to see through for your lack of a bra.  

The tall and shockingly attractive stranger looked down at you, a bit taken aback. His mouth quickly turned up into a smirk as he leaned against the door frame saying, “Well this was not what I was expecting but I love a good surprise, Darling.” 

“You know it’s rude to bang on peoples' doors when they are clearly ignoring you. Do you have a hard time taking hints?” you respond harshly.  

“Mmm, I like pretty things with sharp tongues. I don’t mean to be rude love, I’m Kol.” He takes your hand and places a soft kiss on your knuckles. He continues without letting go, “I was just looking for my pain of a brother and assumed he’d be up to no good with his sweet Caroline. Either way I’ve never seen you around here before and I think my first priority should be changing that.” He chuckles. Kol licks his lips while looking you up and down undressing you with his eyes, not that your clothing leaves much to the imagination.  

You pause before replying, already falling for his captivating nature, “Oh, you’re Klaus’ brother? Caroline never mentioned any brothers. I’m (y/n), Caroline is my cousin and I'm just here visiting for the summer, but I definitely need to make some more friends around here so I might grant your wish of getting to know me.” You say slow and seductive biting on your lower lip and looking up at him.  

The way Kol was staring at you made your body tingle in anticipation more than you had ever felt before and you knew you just had to have him. It wasn’t long after that interaction that you two began seeing each other. You were careful not to draw too much attention to yourselves, so far as not even telling Caroline he had been to the house that day. Kol had vaugly explained the relationship his family had with the rest of the gang, and you didn’t want to be bothered by their opinions on who you chose to associate yourself with.  

Fast forward a little over two months later and you were sneaking out to see Kol at least three times a week. He was like a drug you just wanted more and more of, like you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. A few weeks into your relationship he told you almost everything, at least what you needed to know, about Mystic Falls such as the vampires, werewolves, witches, and the truth as to why he and his family don’t see eye to eye with Elena and the rest of the Carolines friends. At first you didn’t believe him about any of it until he showed you who he really was.  

Seeing his face change with deep veins running down his under eyes and sharp fangs poking out of his teeth was terrifying at first, but Kol reassured you he wouldn’t hurt you, unless you asked him to.  

... 

“Darling, why must you care so much about what those idiots are doing anyway.” Kol said laying down on his king sized bed reading some old book he picked up off his bedside table.  

“I don’t, well, I guess I do. It’s just it gets on my nerves how Caroline always is sneaking off with Elena to do things that I have to pretend not to know about when really, she should be spending time with me who came down here to get to see her in person for once.” You rant pacing around the room, annoyed with your cousin and her group of friends who treat you like you’re some innocent child. 

Kol slams the book shut in irritation having listened to you ramble about nothing of real importance for the last hour or so and tosses it onto a nearby chair “That’s enough, I quite enjoy you, but I cannot stand to listen to another word about those blithering fools.”  

In the blink of an eye Kol grabs you and pins you against the door, arms held above your head by your wrists. You gasp and look up at him through your lashes breathless waiting for his next move.  

He leans in close whispering “If you continue talking about nonsense, I'm going to have to punish you, and you don’t want that now do you sweetheart? So, are you going to be a good girl for me?” 

“Yes, sir.” you choke out a heat igniting in your core. 

“Good answer darling.” Kol lets go of your wrists grabbing you under your ass and picking you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist while he grinds himself into you and you can feel him harden between your thighs. He grabs a fistful of hair from the back of your head pulling you back and kissing you roughly. You moan into his mouth your hands finding their way to his hair tugging on the messy brown strands to try to fight for dominance, but it’s a losing battle.  

He pulls away from you and you gasp for air as he makes his way down your neck with hot sloppy kisses pausing at just the right spot. He inhales and lightly drags his teeth across your skin. You know exactly what he wants from you, but he can’t bring himself to take it.  

“Please Kol, I want you to do it.” you plead in a quiet yet needy voice. “Drink from me, I'm all yours just take it.” You've been wanting to see how it would feel for him to feed from you but never knew how to approach the subject. You couldn’t deny the jealousy that grew deep inside you when you thought of him drinking from other women. In fact, you wanted to be the only one he got his fix from. 

He looked up at you to confirm this is what you wanted and when he saw the lack of hesitation in your eyes, he sped you over to the bed laying you down ripping your shirt clean off and throwing the tattered fabric to the floor. He takes a moment to let his eyes graze over your figure and admire the black lacey bralette that highlights your curves before sinking his teeth deep into your neck. You let out a little yelp from the initial sting of pain but that soon was replaced with absolute pleasure. Your head started to feel light and as he was drinking his right hand made its way down your body and into your pants pushing the fabric of your panties out of the way as his fingers began to tease your clit.  

A loud moan falls from your mouth and your eyes roll back as he plays with you just how he knows you like it. Just as you start to feel lightheaded, he stops himself from feeding, making sure you didn’t lose too much blood and bites into his own wrist placing it to your mouth and telling you to drink to heal the wound on your neck.  

“Aren’t you delicious.” He breathes out softly and licks excess blood off from where he punctured your neck. “And I’d bet in more ways than one.”  

Kol stops playing with your clit pulling your shorts all the way off and removing his shirt before dropping to his knees on the floor. He pulls you to the edge of the bed by your hips and you whimper in anticipation. He teases you kissing your inner thighs creeping closer and closer to your middle before stopping. 

“Beg for me.” He pauses and looks up at you  

“Please Kol, I just want you to touch me I need it. I can’t wait any longer don’t tease me right now.” You whine bucking your hips towards him while he laughs quietly.  

“Only because you listen so well.” He says before dipping his tongue between your folds. 

“Oh my god!” you shout. Your legs subconsciously trying to close from how much pleasure you’re feeling. Kol forces them apart and keeps going dragging his tongue across your pussy drawing little circles around your clit causing you to arch your back screaming out in satisfaction. 

“I’m so close.” you shout gripping at the sheets almost unable to take it anymore as he pumps two of his fingers inside of you. He continues to drag his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves while stroking your g-spot with his fingers. It isn’t long until pressure builds in your lower body and your legs start to shake uncontrollably. Screaming out you arch your back, eyes squeezing closed as waves of euphoria crash down on you. 

Kol pulls away looking content with himself “I hope I didn’t wear you out too much darling, the fun is only beginning.”  

He gets up off the floor and you sit up undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans hastily. As soon as the task is complete, he pulls his pants the rest of the way down letting his erection spring free. No matter how many times you were with him his size still made your eyes go wide. Immediately you take him in your mouth swirling your tongue around the tip and using your hands to compensate for what doesn’t fit. Kol tilts his head back groaning and grabs the back of yours urging you to take him in deeper.  

The action makes you go faster bobbing down onto him eager to give back at least a fraction of the pleasure he just gave you.  

You make sure to give him a show hollowing out your cheeks for extra suction and looking up at him through your lashes. You let out little moans as he hits the back of your throat allowing him to feel the vibrations of the noises causing him to grip the back of your head even harder. Soon you can feel his dick start to throb which you know means he’s close to his own release, but just before he cums he pushes you off of him. 

Kol wastes no time turning you around ass up and pushing your chest down into the bed. You grip the bottom of the headboard to steady yourself bracing for what you know will come next. To your surprise instead of slamming into you he starts to tease you again with his hands pumping his fingers in and out of you and then sliding them down to graze over your clit. You bury your face into a pillow and whimper wanting nothing else but to feel him inside you. 

“God you’re soaking wet, love. Is this what I do to you?” He pulls his fingers away and spanks your ass hard making you yelp.  

“It’s all for you Kol. My pussy is all yours only yours.” You reply gasping. 

“How did I get so lucky” Kol utters to himself, but before you can respond he thrusts himself into you harshly. 

You cry out adjusting to his size as he fills you up completely. Kols fingers dig into your hips pulling you deeper onto him if that's even possible. He picks up the pace fucking you nice and deep until you're a moaning mess. Hungry to ruin you, he bends over to reach around your body with his right hand and uses it to play with your clit as he fucks you.  

“I can’t take it” You scream out overwhelmed with how good he makes your body feel. 

“You’re going to take it until I say so darling.” Kol grunts out not slowing down one bit. 

Your body is aching for release as Kol slams into you repeatedly and you can no longer hold back your orgasm. You start to shake as all your muscles tighten up and your vision blacks out. All you can hear is a loud ringing in your ears and all you can feel is Kol inside of you as you cum for the second time that night.  

Kol feels you cum on his dick and can’t contain himself as you tighten around him further. You screaming his name out in pleasure only makes him go harder not caring if you're still able to walk tomorrow or who can hear you loudly proclaiming who is making you feel this good. He follows not far behind you with his own release, groaning loudly filling you up with spurts of his warm liquid. Kol gives you some more thrusts, feeling territorial, wanting his seed deep inside of you to mark you as his own.  

As he comes down from the high of his own orgasm, he pulls out rolling over and collapsing beside you pulling you closer. You’re feeling exhausted after all the energy Kol had taken from you and begin to drift off while lying on his chest.  

“Not so fast (y/n), we have to get you cleaned up first.” Kol says softly kissing your head before getting up. 

All you can manage back is a low groan as he walks into his ensuite bathroom. A minute later he came back in holding a warm damp cloth and began to clean you up. When he finished, he sped downstairs and returned with a cold bottle of water. Getting back into bed he sat you up against him and gave you small sips out of the bottle. 

“You did amazing darling.” He praised while playing with your hair. “You can rest now. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

“You promise?” you spoke softly relaxing into his body. 

“I give you my word. Now hush and close your eyes.”  

It was so fast you didn't even realize you went to sleep until you woke up a few hours later still in Kols arms. However, you noticed at some point he had picked up the book he had been reading earlier. When he noticed you had woken up, he gently set the book down smiling gently down at you. 

“Well would you look who's awake?” Kol teased. “Are you hungry love? I can go get you something to eat if you’d like?” 

“No, I'm ok but thank you for the offer.” You smile until a somber look crosses your face.  

“What’s going on in that head of yours (y/n)? Kol questions sensing the shift in your mood.  

“It’s nothing, I just was thinking about how I need to leave to go back home soon and not to scare you off but... I don't want to leave you.” You break eye contact, look down and pick at your fingernails, afraid of what he might say. “I know this is just casual I don't mean to-”  

“Don't leave.” Kol cuts you off grabbing your chin to make you look back at him. “I'm sure Caroline would love to have you stay with her for the school year and if not, you could just stay here with me. I have grown quite fond of you (y/n), that is if you’re willing to let our secret out to Caroline and the others.”  

Your eyes widen, not expecting him to feel the same way let alone ask you to stay. 

“My parents would never allow it, and shouldn’t you talk to your family before offering to let me live here?”  

“Your parents won’t be a problem and if they are I have a few tricks that will make them more than happy to let you stay as long as you want. As for my family, they won’t mind. Rebeckah would love another girl around here to hang out with and I could care less what Elijah and Nik think, besides they owe me one after how many daggers they stuck in my chest.” His eyes narrowed as he spoke the last sentence.  

Your heart skips a beat happy to know that Kol wants you just as much as you want him. You can’t respond fast enough excited for the extra time you'll get to spend with him even if that means being a little more involved in this crazy town full of secrets.  

“In that case, I would love to stay as long as you’ll have me.”  

[thequeenofneverland1]

Kol Mikaelson////Bound by Love

Anonymous request: Can I a request a story Kol Mikaelson falling in love with Davina’s little sister and Davina and Marcel not approving of the relationship when they find out that Y/n and Kol ore dating both Davina and Marcel warns Kol and his family to stay away from Y/n but obviously he doesn’t so something leads that Marcel kicks out Y/n you can choose how to end it and thank you :)

Warnings: Betrayal and manipulation by family members, Banishment and exile from a community, Emotional distress and sadness, Family conflict and confrontation,Jealousy and tension between siblings, Betrayal and consequences of actions, Loss of trust and break of relationships, Emotional manipulation and pleading for help, Family members being escorted out of a community, Consequences of betrayal and actions, Tension and conflict between family members, Abandonment and rejection by loved ones

the Mystical town of New Orleans, Kol Mikaelson found himself falling head over the younger sister of Davina Claire. You were kind-hearted and spirited, causing him to fall in love with your infectious laughter and unwavering loyalty.

But when Davina and Marcel Gerard discovered the budding relationship between Kol and you, they were less than pleased. They believed Kol to be a troublemaker, prone to chaos and destruction, and they did not want you to be caught up in his web.

"You know Kol's history, Davina," Marcel warned, his voice filled with concern. "He may claim to love your sister now, but how long before he shows his true colors?"

Davina nodded solemnly, her face clouded with worry. "I don't want her to get hurt, Marcel. We have to do something before it's too late."

Kol entered the room as he waited for you, only to hear Marcel and Davina talking about him. "We need to put a stop to this. Kol can't be trusted."

"You're right. Y/n deserves better than to get involved with a Mikaelson." She tells him.

With a solemn attitude, Kol emerged from behind the door. "I was unable to resist listening in on your talk. I know you're worried, but I'm not going to avoid Y/n. I'm not going to allow anyone to stop me from loving her."

Marcel exchanged a look of surprise with Davina. “You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.”

"Maybe not, but I'm willing to take that risk for Y/n and for our love." Kol states

"How can we be certain that you're not merely taking advantage of her?” He asked, “ We all know how highly your family values power, and she is a powerful witch."

"I can promise you that my feelings for Y/n are sincere, but I do understand your concern. However Her power doesn't pique my attention. I love her just the way she is." Kol states again.

Not believing him, Davina shakes her head. “Additionally, who's to say you won't turn on her when the time is right? Betrayal is ingrained in the Mikaelson family's heritage."

"I know my family has done some terrible things, but I'm not my family. I'm my own person, and I've changed. I want to be someone that Y/n can rely on." Saying this, Kol hopes that they will believe him.

"Words are cheap." Marcel says and Davina nods in agreement

You entered the room, a confused look on your face, you noticed that they got quiet "What's going on? Why does it feel like I walked in on something?"

Marcel and Davina exchanged a glance, unsure of what to say. “Well?”

Kol approaches you while wearing an unhappy face "They were just telling me to stay away from you, Y/n. They think I'm using you for your power."

Your expression turned to anger as you turned to your sister and Marcel. "How dare you? Kol loves me, and I love him. And you have no right to interfere in our relationship."

“Y/n, we’re just trying to protect you.” She tells you.

"I'm not in need of your defense.” You respond, "I need you guys to trust me to make my own decisions and to respect my choices."

You turned over to Kol, "I'm sorry that they're putting you through this. I believe you, Kol. And I trust that your feelings for me are genuine."

"Thank you, darling," Kol grinned. “For me, that is very important. They won't be able to separate us, but I swear to do everything in my power to earn their trust."

“Y/n, we're only thinking about what's best for you. Is it really that wrong that we were cautious about a Mikaelson?" Without attempting to enrage you, Marcel tells you

"No, I can't blame you. But I can ask you to give Kol a chance. He's not his family, and he deserves to be judged on his own merits." You let him know that you understood that his only concern was for your protection

“Okay, all right. However, he will be held accountable to us if he harms you." Your sister gives you a warm smile.

You gave her a smile in return, "fair enough. However, I feel that's not a concern for us."

Kol grinned at you and took your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze before you both left.

"I still don't trust him, Davina," Marcel tells her as they watch Kol and you leave. “He is a Mikaelson, and they are infamous for their deception."

She folded her arms. "Yes, Marcel, I am aware. However, Y/n seems to sincerely love him, and we are powerless to stop her from loving him.”

"I know that but I just don't want her to get hurt. And if Kol does anything to hurt her, I swear I'll make him regret it." He declares

"I feel the same way, Marcel. But for now, we need to give them some space. My sister is a smart woman, and I'm sure she'll make the right decision." She informs him.

"I hope you're right, Davina.” he adds, trying to hide his worries about you. “Because if Kol crosses us, he'll have hell to pay."

“I believe he is aware of it. If he's intelligent, he'll go above and beyond to convince us of his worth." She chuckles as she shakes her head at how theatrical he is being.

Klaus entered the room with a smirk on his face as Marcel and Davina were wrapping up their talk. "Ah, Davina, Marcel. You two were talking about my brother and your beloved sister, and I couldn't help but listen."

"Klaus, what do you want?" Marcel expresses his obvious displeasure that Klaus entered the home without authorization.

Klaus smirks. “Oh stop, I'm just stopping over to say congrats. It appears that my brother has gained Y/n's affection. And he's really in love with her, I have to admit."

"Klaus, you and your siblings don't have our trust." Your sister gives him a furious stare.

He rolls his eyes. “Yes, I'm well aware. But you might be surprised by what Kol is capable of when he puts his mind to it. He may be a Mikaelson, but he's also his own person. But Rather than that, you guys can trust us."

"Klaus, all your family has done is bring suffering and devastation. What makes any of you worthy of our trust?” Marcel declared he didn't give a damn whether he enraged Klaus or not

Klaus narrows his eyes as he walks over to him. "Careful, Marcel. You may be powerful, but don't forget who holds the cards here."

Refusing to back down, He tells Klaus, "I'm not afraid of you, Klaus, You'll have to deal with all of us if your brother harms Y/n”

"Ah, such loyalty.” Klaus began laughing. “But be warned, Marcel. I won't hesitate to protect my family, even from you. And if Kol loves Y/n as much as you claim, I'm sure he won't hesitate either."

“We'll do whatever it takes to protect Y/n, Klaus. Even from you and your brother."

"Very well, then. Let the games begin." He declares.

"We mean it, Klaus. Keep your family away from Y/n. We won't tolerate any interference from the Mikaelsons." Your sister warns him.

"Davina, you really need to get better at picking your battles. You're in no position to make demands of me or my family." He tries to go in front of your sister while telling your sister, but Marcel moves in front of her. “We're not afraid of you, Klaus. And we'll do whatever it takes to protect Y/n."

"Very well, Marcel. But don't forget, I have eyes and ears everywhere. And if I catch wind of any harm coming to my brother or Y/n, there will be consequences."

She shook her head. "We're not the ones you need to worry about, Klaus. It's your family's reputation that precedes you."

"And besides, I doubt Y/n would appreciate you speaking for her, Marcel. She's a strong, independent young woman who can make her own choices. And if she's chosen to be with my brother, it's because she sees something in him that you clearly cannot."

Marcel lashes out, saying, "Klaus, you think you know everything. But take note. you will suffer consequences if your family hurts Y/n."

Klaus chuckles once more. "Oh, Marcel, I've made my share of payments. And if it means defending my loved ones and myself, I'll be happy to repay them. I have to take care of some more pressing affairs, so please excuse me."

“Naturally, by arranging with your brother to take advantage of her and make her go insane.” Your sister yells at him.

"Become insane? Oh, please. Given Y/n's strength as a witch, why would we ever wish to hurt her? She's significant to me and the rest of my siblings because she's important to my brother." He informs both of them.

Marcel chuckles, obviously not buying it. "Klaus, you've hurt a lot of people who were significant to other people in the past. What makes us think you would treat Y/n any differently?”

She gives Marcel a nod of approval "We won't take any chances when it comes to Y/n's safety. She must not be around you and your family, or else there will be consequences .”

His eyebrows shot up. "Davina, is that a threat? If that's the case, I advise you to carefully consider what you say next. You don't want my family and I to become your enemies. Or maybe my brother and my family aren't the source of your issue at all. Maybe you're simply jealous that Kol chose Y/n instead of you. Seeing your younger sister with the man you desire for yourself must be difficult."

"How dare you!" she yells at him, furious. “You have no idea who I am or what I'm into."

He grinned, "I guess I know more than you think. You're not as adept at controlling your emotions as you believe you are. Additionally, if I were you, I would exercise caution when making enemies of people who are able to see right through you."

"Enough, Klaus. You've made your point. Now leave us alone." Marcel leads him to the door

"Davina, there's one more thing. It's fortunate that my brother picked Y/n over you. You're not worthy of him or any member of my family. On the other hand, let's simply say that your sister is everything and you're not." He conveys to her

"Leave!" she fiercely gestures toward the door.

He laughs. "As you wish. But keep in mind that I'll stop at nothing to keep Y/n and my brother safe. My brother loves Y/n. Therefore, don't cross my family or me. The outcomes won't be to your liking."Before leaving, he issues the warning.

“That arrogant, self-righteous, son of a..."she furiously tries to say but she gets stopped by Marce placing a hand on her shoulder. "Davina, calm down. He's not worth it."

"How can I calm down after everything he just said?" she asks, staring at him foolishly.” He essentially threatened me and called me worthless."

"I know, but getting worked up about it won't help. We need to focus on protecting Y/n, not on getting revenge on Klaus."

"But he can't just get away with saying those things!"

"I promise you, Davina. He'll have his desserts. However, let's keep Y/n secure from him and his family for the time being." He smiles and comforts her, "But for now, I'm going to go talk to Rebekah, and hopefully she can help us."

Rebekah nods in agreement with Klaus's statement. “I regret to inform you that my brother is correct in two particular regards. Even though Davina won't acknowledge it, she does feel something for Kol. Marcel, let's be honest. Y/n is more attractive and intelligent than Davina could ever be. It makes sense that Kol choose her over her sister."

Marcel is furious that his beloved agrees with her brother, "Rebekah, that's not fair.Davina has gone through a lot."

She shrugs her shoulders."everyone has. she’s not the only one. But whose fault is that? Davina made her own choices, just like Y/n has. And if she's jealous of her sister, well, that's her problem, not mine."

He sighs. "I don't know what to do, Rebekah. I want to protect Y/n, but I don't want to drive her away."

She rolls her eyes. "Then maybe you should stop listening to Davina and start listening to your heart. Sometimes the best way to protect someone is to give them the space they need to make their own mistakes."

Rebekah knocks on Klaus's door "Hey, big brother. Mind if I come in?"

Klaus smiles "Ah, sister. To what do I owe this honor?"

She sat down on the bed. “Marcel was here and we were talking. And you were right. Davina is jealous of Y/n."

He nods "Of course she is. Davina's always been a bit of a wild card. And Y/n... well, let's just say she's a rare gem, even by Mikaelson standards."

She smiles at the thought of you. "I know. She's smart, beautiful, and completely fearless. It's no wonder Kol fell for her."

"Indeed. And if Marcel and Davina aren't careful, they're going to push her right into our brother’s arms. Not that I'm complaining, of course."

"I know.”

He expresses concern to his sister "Maybe we ought to monitor Y/n more closely. I wouldn't rule out Davina making a stupid attempt."

"You're right," she nods. “It's not like Davina is known for her self control. However, caution will be required. We want Y/n to not feel as though we are suffocating her.”

“I concur. We'll need to keep our distance. However, not even Davina will be allowed to jeopardize my brother's happiness." He informs his sister of the consequences.

She smiles at her brother, "You really have taken a shine to Y/n, haven't you, brother?"

He shrugs his shoulders with a smile."What can I say? She's a remarkable young woman. And she makes Kol happy. That's enough for me."

"What? Davina is envious of Y/n? That's unbelievable.” Kol says, quite unexpectedly.

"Brother, believe it. And we must exercise caution. I refuse to allow Davina or anybody else to jeopardize Y/n's security." He informs him.

Kol declares emphatically, "Brother, neither will I. I'll stop at nothing to keep Y/n safe, even if it means putting my life in danger."

"It's so sweet to see you so smitten, Kol," Rebekah says with a smile. “But maintain your vigilance. Davina is erratic, and we never know what she will do.”

Kol gave a nod. "Sister, I won't. I swear. I'm completely devoted to Y/n, and I won't allow anything or anyone stand in our way."

You were initially skeptical of Kol's claims, but eventually started to see the possibility of your sister's jealousy. “Davina is jealous of me? No way. She's my sister, she wouldn't do something like that."

“I know it's difficult to accept, darling. Klaus and Rebekah are sure And I'm concerned about her potential actions." Kol informs you

"I... I don't know," you scowl. “Although Davina might be erratic, I never imagined that she would feel jealous of me. particularly with a man."

He took your hand. "Listen, darling. No matter what happens, you have to know that I love you. And only you. Your sister doesn't factor into this at all."

You gave a sorrowful smile. "Regards, Kol. You do, I'm sure. I simply never imagined my own sister could be that self-centered, and I love you too."

You decided to confront your sister about her alleged "Davina, is it true? That you are jealous about me and Koi?"

"What? No, of course not! How could you even think that?" Davina asked shocked

You shrugged your shoulders "I don't know what to think, sister. But Klaus and Rebekah seem to think you are."

Your sister angrily tells you. “They're lying to you, Y/n! They're trying to turn you against me because they're afraid of how powerful we are together."

"I don't know, Davina. I just want to know the truth." You said confused

Davina pleaded to you. “The truth is that I love you, sister . And I would never do anything to hurt you. Please, don't believe what Klaus and Rebekah are saying. They're just trying to manipulate you.”

As you recalled Davina's previous attempts to make Kol jealous, you realizes that your sister's behavior aligns with Klaus and Rebekah's claims were true

Davina gazed into your eyes with tears in them. "Y/n, no. You must have faith in me. I'm not envious. You're my sister, please. Nobody knows me as you do."

You shook your head “I don't know, Davina. I want to believe you, but... (you pauses, remembering Davina's previous behavior) …”that's why you asked if I had a guy friend for you to date. You were trying to make Kol jealous, weren't you?"

She was stuttering. "No... no... I….I just wanted to get his attention.It was not intended to be meaningful.”

You cast a somber glance at her. “I adore you, sister, but Klaus and Rebekah are correct. You're envious of Kol and me. And that's unacceptable.”

"Enough, all of you! Can't you see that this is tearing Y/n and her sister apart?" Marcel tells the three of you and he turns to look at you, his face full of anger. "You know what, Y/n? I thought you were better than this. You're not family, and you never will be. Get out."

"Marcel, what are you saying?" you questioned in shock. “I can't just be kicked out!"

He angrily tells you. "I can, and I will. Davina's my family, and I won't have you causing her pain."

Kol intervenes to protect you. "Marcel, stop up! Y/n isn't to blame for this. It was Davina who started this whole thing.”

He ignores Kol and he points to the door. “I don't care, Kol. Y/n's no longer welcome here. Now leave, before I make you."

"Fine, Marcel. I'll go. But you're making a big mistake." You said leaving as Kol comforted you. “Shh darling I’m here.”

Upon arriving at the Mikaelson mansion, Kol and you are warmly welcomed by the Mikaelson family, who make it clear that you are now one of them.

Elijah greets you with a smile. "Welcome, Y/n. We're so glad you're here. Please, make yourself at home."

Klaus smiles at you as well. “Indeed, Y/n. You're family now, and we protect our own."

Rebekah hugs you. "Marcel's a fool for kicking you out. But don't worry, we'll take good care of you here Sweetie."

Kol holding your hand. “I told you, darling. You belong here with us. You're a Mikaelson now, always and forever."

You were overwhelmed. "Thank you all so much. I don't know what I would have done without you."

One year later, Kol and your love for each other has only grown stronger, and the two of you decide to tie the knot. While the absence of your sister and Marcel brings you sadness, your new family is here to support you on your special day.

The wedding ceremony is beautiful, with you looking radiant in your dress and Kol beaming with pride as he watches you walk down the aisle with his two brothers. However, as the ceremony progresses, you can't help but feel a pang of sadness as you notices the empty seats where Davina and Marcel should be

Kol noticed your sadness. “Darling, what's wrong? This is our big day. You should be happy."

You carefully wipe off your tears trying to not ruin your makeup. "I know, Kol. I'm just sad that my sister and Marcel couldn't be here. I miss them."

Klaus stepped in since he overheard you. "Don't worry, Y/n. We're your family now, and we'll always be here for you. Today is about you and Kol, and no one else."

Rebekah pulled you into a warm hug. "Don't let them ruin this day for you, sister. You deserve to be happy, and we're here to make sure you are."

Elijah smiles as he nods. "Indeed, Y/n. Today is a celebration of your love for Kol, and our love for you. Let's make it a day to remember."

You smiled back. "Thank you all so much. I'm so lucky to have you as my family."

Kol takes your hand. “darling like I told you. You're a Mikaelson. And that means you're never alone."

As the ceremony continues, your sadness gradually fades, replaced by the joy and love of your family. Together, they celebrate the union of Kol and you, and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

Months later, you and your family are out in the city when you guys witness a surprising turn of events. Davina and Marcel, who had been absent from your life for some time, are being banished from the city. Despite the tension between them, you feel compelled to confront your ister and former friend.

You guys watched as Davina and Marcel are escorted out of the city, their belongings scattered behind them. Davina catches sight of you and tries to approach you, but the Kol and his siblings step in to protect you

Kol defensively tells her. "Stay back, Davina. You've done enough damage."

"Please, Y/n. I just want to talk to you."Davina pleaded

"It's alright, guys. I can handle this." You told them.

Klaus looks at you unsure. "Are you sure, Y/n? We don't want you to get hurt."

You nodded . "I'm sure. Davina's my sister, after all. I need to face her."

Davina reveals the reason behind their banishment, which involves Marcel's wrongdoing. "It's all Marcel's fault, Y/n. He made a deal with the enemy behind our backs, betraying our coven and putting everyone at risk. When the elders found out, they banished us both from the city."

you looked at him, shocked “Marcel, is this true?"

He defensively puts his hands up in the air. "I did what I had to do, Y/n. They were threatening to expose us to the humans. I had no choice."

You angrily yelled at him." So you sold out your own people? How could you do that, Marcel?"

Your sister pleaded to you as she got on her knees “Please, Y/n. You have to help us. We have nowhere else to go."

You let out a sigh. “I don't know, Davina. You both betrayed me. Why should I help you now?"

Davina and Marcel beg you for help, hoping that your connections with powerful people could offer them a lifeline. However, your loyalty now lies with your family, who have stood by your side when Davina and Marcel didn't.

She starts to cry, “please, Y/n. We need you. You know powerful people. You can convince them to help us."

You shook your head. "I'm sorry, sister. But I'm not going to betray them like you betrayed me. They're my family, and I won't turn my back on them."

Marcel angrily tells you. “So that's it? You're just going to leave us out here to fend for ourselves?"

You firmly back at him. "You made your choices, Marcel. And you have to live with the consequences. Good luck to both of you."

As you walk away from your sister and Marcel, Klaus can't resist a final parting shot, emphasizing the consequences of their actions. "I did warn you, didn't I? But you chose to ignore me. Now look where it's gotten you. You should have listened to me, and maybe things would have turned out differently."

Davina scowling. "Shut up, Klaus. This is all your fault."

Klaus laughs. “Oh, please. You're the ones who dug your own graves. Don't blame me for your own stupidity."

Rebekah turned over to Kol. "Come on, get Y/n out of here. She doesn't need to see any more of this."

Kol nods at his sister."You're right.” And he takes your hand. “Let's go, darling.”

As Kol and you walk away from the confrontation with Davina and Marcel, Kol decides to lighten the mood by revealing a surprise for you.

He grinned at you. "Hey, darling . I know that was a tough situation, but I've got something that might cheer you up.”

You asked curiously. "Oh? And what might that be?"

He teases. you. “Well, you'll just have to wait and see. But I promise it'll be worth it."

You smiled. “You're such a tease, Kol Mikaelson. But I'm intrigued. What's this surprise?"

He laughs. "Patience, Y/n Mikaelson. All will be revealed in due time."

As Kol and you continued walking, you can't help but smile at Kol's playfulness, grateful for his ability to lift your pirits even in difficult times.

Kol leads you to your surprise, keeping your yes covered until the two of you arrive at the destination. When he finally reveals the surprise, it's a beautiful house that he has acquired for him and you. Kol explains his reasoning behind the gesture, which elicits a laugh from you.

You laughed at him. “Oh, Kol. You really think the interruptions will stop just because we have our own house?"

He nods with a smile. "A man can dream, can't he? But seriously, I want us to have our own space, where we can be alone together whenever we want."

You smiled. "That sounds wonderful, Kol. Thank you."

Kol and you shared a kiss. "Anything for you, my darling. Now, shall we go inside and explore our new home?"

Together, Kol and you enter the house, excited to begin this new chapter of yours and his lives together

As Kol and you are about to enjoy the new home alone, Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah unexpectedly show up, much to Kol's chagrin. They continue their playful teasing, indicating that the interruptions might not be over just yet.

Klaus walks in with a smirk on his face. "Hey guys, we brought pizza!"

With Rebekah and Elijah following Klaus. "And wine, of course. Can't forget the wine."

Kol groans. "Really, guys? You're gonna do this here, too?"

Rebekah laughs with Klaus and Elijah. "Yup!"

You smiled. "Well, as long as there's pizza and wine, I'm not complaining."

The five of you all settle in to enjoy the meal together, relishing in the family bond and the lighthearted moments that you and your family share

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

A request where male reader who was recently turned into a vampire meets the Mikaelsons for the first time and catches a particular interest with Kol, Elijah, and Klaus

Three Originals Walk Into a Bar

Pairing : Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah mikaelson and Kol Mikaelson x Male reader Fandom : The Originals /the vampire diaries Tags: First meeting, Flirting, freshly turned Y/N Word count :1000

The stale scent of beer and desperation hung heavy in the air of the Mystic Grill. Y/N, barely a week into his unwanted vampire existence, leaned casually against the pool table, cue stick twirling between his fingers. 

He’d found himself drawn to the Grill, for the semblance of normalcy it offered. The mundane chatter, the clinking glasses, the predictable drama of small-town life – it was a comforting distraction from the existential dread that gnawed at his insides.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, he was being observed. From a shadowy corner, three figures watched his every move with undisguised interest. Klaus Mikaelson, a wolfish smirk playing on his lips, leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Beside him, Kol  tapped a restless finger against the table, a predatory glint in his own eyes. Elijah, ever the picture of refined composure, merely watched with a quiet, discerning gaze.

"Well, Niklaus," Kol purred, nudging his brother with an elbow. "Looks like we've found a little distraction. And rather… handsome one at that."

Klaus chuckled, his eyes never leaving Y/N. "Indeed, brother. Far more interesting than the usual dullards that populate this… establishment."

Y/N, sensing eyes on him, glanced up, his gaze immediately locking with Klaus’s. A jolt ran through him, He raised an eyebrow, a silent question.

Klaus pushed himself off the bar, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Care for a game, love?" he called out, his voice laced with a honeyed charm that Y/N instantly distrusted.

Y/N sized him up. The man radiated an effortless confidence that screamed "danger." But he was also… intriguing. "Depends," Y/N replied, his voice dry. "Are you any good, or am I going to be bored?"

Kol burst out laughing. "Oh, he's very good," he said, sauntering forward. "But I'm even better. Name your stakes. Winner takes all." He winked, a flash of pure mischief in his eyes.

Y/N felt a flicker of something akin to… amusement? Intrigue? Maybe a touch of morbid curiosity. Whatever it was, it was enough to make him pause. He studied Klaus for a moment, taking in the predatory intensity in his eyes, the barely concealed arrogance that radiated from him. He glanced at Kol, who was watching with undisguised anticipation.

"And what exactly would you desire, if you were to win?" Y/N asked, his voice deliberately provocative.

Klaus's smirk widened. "That, my dear Y/N, is something you'll have to find out."

Before Y/N could respond, a voice cut through the air. "Niklaus. Kol. Enough."

Elijah stood a few feet away, his expression a mixture of exasperation and apology.

"Forgive my brothers'… enthusiasm," Elijah said smoothly, his eyes meeting Y/N's with a sincerity that seemed almost out of place. "They have a tendency to forget their manners."

Y/N arched an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from Elijah to Klaus and Kol. "I hadn't noticed."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "Elijah, always the voice of reason. Where's the fun in that?"

"Fun is often had at the expense of others, Niklaus," Elijah retorted, his voice laced with a hint of weariness. He turned back to Y/N, his expression softening. "I am Elijah. I apologize for my brothers'… forwardness. They can be rather… overwhelming."

"Y/N," he replied, his voice softening slightly. "And you don't have to apologize for them. I can handle myself."

Kol snorted. "Oh, I'm sure you can. But wouldn't you rather be… handled by us?" He winked, a gesture that Y/N found both irritating and oddly… intriguing.

Elijah sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Kol, please."

Elijah nodded, a small, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "I have no doubt. Allow me to offer you a drink, as a gesture of apology. Perhaps something a little less… pedestrian than what this establishment offers."

Y/N hesitated. He’d already turned down offers from Klaus and Kol, sensing their ulterior motives. But something about Elijah’s demeanor, his genuine, if somewhat guarded, politeness, was… different. "Alright," he said, surprising even himself. "I'll have a bourbon. Neat."

The air crackled with unspoken tension. Klaus and Kol exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of annoyance and surprise. Y/N had rejected their advances, their blatant flirtations, but he’d accepted Elijah’s simple offer of a drink. It was a challenge, a statement. And they knew it.

Elijah led Y/N to a quieter corner of the Grill, away from the pool table and the prying eyes. He gestured to a plush booth, the dark leather worn and comfortable. "Please," he said, taking a seat opposite him. "Make yourself comfortable."

He signaled to the bartender, a silent exchange that resulted in a glass of amber liquid being placed before Y/N. He took a tentative sip, the smooth warmth spreading through him. It was good. Very good.

"So," Elijah began, his voice low and smooth. "Tell me about yourself, Y/N. What brings you to Mystic Falls?"

Y/N leaned back, his gaze steady. "Let's just say I'm here on… involuntary vacation." He didn't elaborate, but Elijah seemed to understand.

Elijah nodded, his gaze locking with Y/N’s. "Tell me, Y/N, how are you coping? With the… adjustments."

Y/N considered the question, surprised by Elijah’s genuine concern. He’d expected games, challenges, maybe even threats. He hadn’t expected… empathy.

"It's… a lot," he admitted, his voice softer now. "The hunger, the strength, the… everything. It's overwhelming."

Elijah nodded, his gaze understanding. "It is."

Meanwhile, across the room, Klaus and Kol watched, their frustration growing with each passing moment.

"He's charming him," Klaus growled, his eyes narrowed. "The bloody saint is charming him with his bloody empathy!"

Kol chuckled, but his eyes held a flicker of annoyance. "Don't worry, brother. Elijah may have the initial advantage, but we have other… assets at our disposal." He winked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "The game is far from over."

[wholoveseggs]

Thank you so much sweet Rue ❤️

I'd recommend checking out:

@amournoir -I especially love her Switzerland series!!!

@perseephoneee -her kol stuff is so good! Also Christmas Tree Farm with Elijah is just 🥰

And @lis-likes-fics has sooooo many good Elijah fics!! I especially love Yes, Sir!!

Hii!!

I love all ur Klaus stuff so much!!!

Can you recommend any good kol or elijah?

I've read all ur stuff on them and I need more!!!

Thx & Merry Christmas ❤️

Hi, thank you so so much!

For Elijah and/or Kol stories I would recommend looking at the blogs… @angelsworks @elijahslittleprincess @wholoveseggs @buckybarnesb-tch @moremaybank …And I’m certain there’s many more! When I come across more writers who have content for Elijah and/or Kol I’ll add to this list 🤍☺️

Hope everyone had a merry Christmas (If you celebrate) 🎄🫶

[devilsanddarlings]

How many shots would it take for you to sleep with Caroline (to kol)

@insanislupus

“Darling, there is not enough liquor on the planet to tempt me into her bed. Nik would skin me alive.”

[wholoveseggs]

NO GIRL, JUST LISTEN TO ME I have a theory that Elijah is definitely a total gentleman, but he likes to be active in bed to feel in power and despite being quiet and reserved he knows what he wants and is unlikely to be tamed whereas Kol would be totally different. I believe he would be 50% active and 50% submissive and whiny because he definitely has energy, but he would be very mischievous and ungentlemanly, he would be like a demanding baby and take whatever he wants.

Elijah is definitely more experienced, but I don't think he's overly kinky. He is definitely dominant but in a much more subtle way. He won't do anything to make his partner feel uncomfortable or objectified. What he wants is to please his lover on his terms, he likes to have you squirming and panting and pleading under him.

Kol on the other hand is probably a little bit more adventurous and less vanilla than his brother. His approach would be less controlled, and he's definitely more playful. He's more likely to use dirty talk to make his partner lose their mind and would enjoy teasing you just as much as pleasuring you. He would have the energy of a teenage boy, and he would want it every single night (and probably a lot during the day too!). He would have no issues with you taking the lead. One taste of you in control and on top and he would be begging for it all the time.

[autisticadult]

The deal

Chapter three: danger around every corner

Warnings: a small spicy moment ;) as well as some violence and a car accident, as always minors DNI

AN: I really like this chapter, I know it’s shorter than most but the ANGST that is to come after this is AHHHHHHH- yall I’m geekin

Taglist: @tinysunshine @shadyloveobject

Chapter Three: The Game Begins

The morning after Elijah’s unexpected visit, you awoke with a strange sense of clarity and unease. His words, his touch, and that kiss haunted you, playing on a loop in your mind. He had promised protection but also laid bare the danger of being tied to him. And yet, the fire he’d ignited in you refused to be extinguished.

As you dressed for the day, the mansion felt quieter than usual, the kind of silence that didn’t promise peace but instead hinted at a brewing storm. You wandered downstairs, unsure of what the day would bring.

In the parlor, Rebekah sat lounging on a chaise, flipping through an old leather-bound book. She glanced up as you entered, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.

“Well, well,” she drawled, closing the book with a soft thud. “You look… distracted.”

You froze under her sharp gaze, wondering if she somehow knew what had transpired between you and Elijah.

“Not distracted,” you replied quickly. “Just… tired.”

Rebekah’s smirk deepened, and she stood, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey. “Tired, hm? Or perhaps… preoccupied with my brother’s newfound interest in you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you forced yourself to remain calm. “I’m here because of a deal. That’s it.”

“Oh, darling,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You’re here because Elijah wanted you here. You think this is about protecting your brother? Please. My dear brother doesn’t lift a finger unless it benefits him in some way.”

Her words hit too close to the truth, but you refused to let her see your doubt. “I know what I’m doing,” you said firmly.

Rebekah let out a laugh, throwing her head back as though you’d told the funniest joke she’d ever heard. “Do you? Oh, Y/N, you’re in so far over your head you can’t even see the surface anymore.”

Before you could respond, Kol entered the room, his ever-present smirk making you tense. He glanced between you and Rebekah, clearly picking up on the tension.

“What’s this?” he asked, sauntering over. “Another one of Rebekah’s delightful attempts at psychological warfare?”

Rebekah rolled her eyes. “Just trying to help our little guest understand her place here.”

Kol grinned, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, but that’s Elijah’s specialty, isn’t it? Our noble brother does love his little chess games.”

“Enough,” came a calm but commanding voice from the doorway.

Elijah entered the room, his presence instantly silencing the sibling bickering. He looked at Rebekah and Kol with a quiet authority that needed no words, then turned his gaze to you.

“Y/N,” he said smoothly, “a moment, if you please.”

You followed him without hesitation, aware of Rebekah and Kol’s eyes boring into your back. Elijah led you to the sunlit conservatory, a room filled with lush greenery and the scent of fresh flowers. It was a stark contrast to the tension swirling inside you.

He gestured for you to sit on a small bench near the window, and when he spoke, his tone was as measured and deliberate as ever.

“I trust you’ve had time to reflect on last night,” he began.

You nodded, your heart pounding. “I have.”

“And?”

You hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “I don’t fully understand your plans, Elijah. But I’m willing to do what it takes to survive.”

His lips curved into a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Survival is an admirable instinct. But if you wish to thrive in my world, you must learn to do more than endure. You must adapt, anticipate, and, when necessary, strike.”

You swallowed hard. “What do you want from me, Elijah? Really?”

His gaze bore into you, unflinching. “I want loyalty. Unquestioning, unwavering loyalty. In return, I will ensure your safety and your brother’s freedom.”

It was the same promise he’d made before, but now it felt heavier, like a chain wrapping tighter around you.

“Then tell me how,” you said. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

Elijah stepped closer, his hands clasped behind his back. “Tonight, we attend another gathering. This one is far more… intimate.”

Your stomach twisted. “What kind of gathering?”

“Let’s call it a negotiation,” he said. “There are certain individuals who require convincing that our interests align.”

“And my role?”

He tilted his head, studying you. “To observe. To learn. And, if necessary, to intervene.”

“Intervene how?”

“You’ll know when the time comes,” he said cryptically. “For now, prepare yourself. This will be unlike anything you’ve experienced.”

Before you could ask more questions, he turned and left, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the growing weight of your choices.

That evening, you found yourself once again dressed in something Elijah had chosen for you—a sleek black dress that clung to your frame, elegant yet understated. You stood in front of a mirror, your reflection almost unrecognizable.

The ride to the meeting was quiet, Elijah’s calm presence both reassuring and unnerving. When you arrived, you were led into a dimly lit room filled with people who exuded power and danger. The atmosphere was charged, every glance and movement carrying unspoken threats.

Elijah guided you to a seat beside him, his hand briefly resting on the small of your back—a subtle gesture of control and reassurance.

The discussion began, a tense exchange of words laced with veiled threats and promises. You listened carefully, trying to piece together the underlying power dynamics.

Then, as the conversation grew more heated, one of the men turned his attention to you.

“And who is this?” he asked, his voice dripping with condescension. “Elijah’s new toy?”

Before you could respond, Elijah’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

“Perhaps she is,” he said coldly. Elijah’s hands twitched where they laid rested at his side, clenching into fists as she did. “And you would do well to show her the same respect you show me.” He threatened in a low growl, staring daggers into the man. “I don’t share my toys, you’ll do well to remember that.”

The man’s smirk faltered, and the room fell silent.

Elijah leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. “Now, shall we continue?”

The rest of the meeting passed in a blur, but the weight of Elijah’s words stayed with you. He had defended you, claimed you as his, in front of people who could destroy you with a single command.

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As you left the meeting, Elijah’s hand brushed against yours, a subtle but deliberate gesture.

“You did well pet. You deserve a treat.” he said softly.

The warmth in his voice unsettled you as much as it comforted you. Because as much as you wanted to trust him, you knew better. Elijah Mikaelson didn’t do anything without a reason. And whatever his plans were for you, they were far from over.

The ride back to the Mikaelson estate felt different this time. The night was thick with tension—not just from the gathering they had left behind, but from what had passed between you and Elijah. You couldn’t forget the way his lips had felt against yours, the way his hand had tangled in your hair as if grounding you to the moment. And now, sitting beside him in the car, the air felt electric, charged with something unspoken but undeniable.

The sleek car glided through the quiet streets of New Orleans, the soft hum of the engine the only sound between you. The city outside was alive in its usual way—dim streetlights flickering, shadows darting between alleys, and the occasional echo of a distant saxophone. But inside the car, the silence was deafening. You could feel Elijah’s presence beside you, his calm demeanor somehow more unsettling after what had transpired.

Soon, your heart began to race as he pulled over to the side of the road, flicking the cabin light on and staring you head on. His usual cold glare held something different, something softer, hungrier

You dared a glance at him, your pulse quickening when you found his dark eyes already on you.

“Elijah,” you began, unsure of what you were about to say.

He arched a brow, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yes?”

Your words caught in your throat, the weight of his gaze pinning you to the seat. “Earlier,” you managed, your voice quieter than you intended, “what happened—”

“What happened,” he interrupted smoothly, his voice low and deliberate, “was the truth finding its way to the surface.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding. “And what truth is that?”

“That you belong here,” he said, his tone sending a shiver down your spine. “With me.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and intimate. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Elijah leaned closer. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. The touch was light, but it sent sparks coursing through your skin.

“You may deny it to yourself,” he murmured, his breath warm against your cheek. “But you can’t hide it from me.”

His fingers lingered against your jaw, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone. The space between you seemed to shrink with every heartbeat, the tension palpable. You knew you should pull away, say something, do anything to break the spell he was weaving around you. But you couldn’t.

“Elijah…” His name slipped from your lips like a plea, though you weren’t sure what you were asking for.

His eyes flickered to your lips, and in the dim light of the car, you swore you saw something raw and unguarded flash across his face. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice a soft command.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you leaned into him, the pull between you too strong to resist. The kiss was slow at first, his lips moving against yours with a precision that left no room for hesitation. His hand slid to the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, while his other hand rested on your thigh, his fingers curling slightly against the fabric of your dress.

You gasped against his mouth, your hands finding the lapels of his jacket as if to anchor yourself. Elijah responded by pulling you closer, his touch possessive yet measured, like he was staking a claim.

The car swerved slightly as the driver hit a pothole, breaking the moment just enough for you to remember where you were.

“Elijah,” you whispered breathlessly, your fingers still clutching his jacket.

“Hmm?” he hummed, his lips brushing against your jaw now, his voice low and filled with a dark kind of amusement.

“We’re…” You trailed off, unable to form a coherent thought as his hand slid up to your waist.

“Quite safe,” he assured you, his tone calm despite the fire blazing between you.

But then, as if on cue, the car jolted violently.

You barely had time to process what was happening before the screech of tires and the deafening sound of metal crunching filled the air. The car spun, your body jerking against the seatbelt as adrenaline surged through you. Elijah’s arm shot out instinctively, bracing you against the sudden chaos.

The impact was brutal, the car slamming to a halt against something solid. Your vision blurred for a moment, the world tilting on its axis as the sound of the crash echoed in your ears. You felt something warm and wet starting to trickle onto your forehead. The car had hit from the passenger side, and y/n was dazed, the impact messing with her the most.

“Elijah?” you croaked, your voice trembling as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

“I’m here,” he said, his voice steady despite the chaos. His hand was already on your arm, his touch grounding. “Are you hurt?”

“I don’t know, what just happened?” you managed, though your heart was racing so fast you could barely breathe.

Before he could respond, the sound of car doors slamming outside made your blood run cold. Shadows moved beyond the cracked windows, and the unmistakable sound of footsteps approached.

“Elijah,” you whispered, fear creeping into your voice.

“I’m coming don’t move.” he ordered, his voice sharp and commanding as he quickly unbuckled himself, reaching for the car door handle.

But before he could open his door, your door was wrenched off its hinges. A group of men stood outside, their faces obscured by masks, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight.

“Elijah Mikaelson,” one of them drawled, his voice thick with disdain. “What an unexpected pleasure.”

Elijah didn’t flinch, his calm demeanor unshaken. “If you’re wise, you’ll turn around and leave now.”

The man laughed, the sound cold and cruel. “Oh, I don’t think so. We’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.”

Before you could react, one of the men reached into the car, grabbing you by the arm.

“Let go of her!” Elijah’s voice was a deadly growl, but the man holding you only tightened his grip, dragging you out of the car.

“Elijah!” you screamed, struggling against the man’s hold.

“Elijah Mikaelson might be untouchable,” the leader sneered, “but you? You’re fair game.”

“Elijah!” you cried again, your voice desperate as the men began to drag you away.

The last thing you saw before they pulled you into the shadows was Elijah’s face, a mask of cold fury that promised retribution.

And then, everything went dark.

[cancerian-woman]

In an au where Klaus actually got to parent Hope and she knew her family, do you have any hcs about what/how he would parent her (and/or how the others would act with her) - love ur posts btw<3

omg thank you! I just be rambling sometimes lol💜. I love talking headcanons!

I think Hope would’ve been Klaus motivator for finding and becoming connected better with his werewolf side. To explain further Klaus DID enjoy shifting, I’m not sure where the idea came from that he hated it completely but in TVD he enjoyed it. See here. Obviously, TVD didn’t plan that far ahead with Marcel’s existence but Klaus motivation for adopting Marcel was rooted in seeing himself in Marcel. His reasonings for getting hybrids was so he didn’t feel alone. Rebekah called that out. He was so defensive of Hope blocking her werewolf side because he hated the way it felt. Let one of the reasons he wants better for his daughter is because SHE is connected to him as a werewolf. Something he was stripped off for a thousand years.

While I get why everyone in canon voiced their opinion when it came to Hope’s safety or life period. At end of the day, Hope only had two parents. The rest were family. In a world where Klaus raises Hope I see him as more assertive when it comes to the bigger decisions on his daughter’s life period.

Onto birthdays I think Klaus and the Mikaelsons would have did grand celebrations Hope. The family is a 1000+ years old, aging and birthdays are so insignificant to them. Not to Hope, growing up and aging has milestones that needs to be celebrated. She deserves that! I think Hope’s best familial moment in canon was seeing her enjoy Freya’s wedding and the last dinner. TO did not give a fuck about Hope because none of the milestones with aging naturally is celebrated but an offscreen birthday… okay.

Last one is pretty simple. I think the family would each have their own thing they enjoy with her. Magic lessons with Freya. How to vampire hunt with Rebekah. Traveling with Klaus. Magic mischief with Kol. Music and business studies with Elijah or Marcel.

Thank you for the ask again! This was fun haven’t really talked TO that much in awhile.

[kitkatkitzune]

Hiiiii 🫶🏻 do you take kol x reader requests?

Hi lovely!!

My blog is still relatively new so I haven’t fully set everything up just yet so I haven’t posted anything regarding requests but I do plan to take some!!

So, yes, of course you can share your thoughts, ideas, and requests about Kol! Just remember to be kind when asking and be patient (I’m only one person!),, also note that I do not write smut simply because I’m not good at it.

[madissonsworld]

Imagine being pregnant with klaus kid and be having pregnancy hormones.

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This is my first time writing something were, so it’s probably not very good, but everything takes time right !!

I hope you like it 🫶🏻

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I just woke up feeling the other side of the bed cold, rapidly noticing that klaus was not by my side. I ignored the fact and got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I just made 3 months of pregnancy and I was full of mood swings and it was literally annoying me. I couldn’t take this, one minute I was happily laughing with klaus and the next minute I was screaming at him that I was tired of him.

I got out of the shower, prepared myself and went down there. I needed to eat urgently!

Getting to the kitchen, Rebekah was standing there with a blood bag in her hands talking with Elijah meanwhile Davina and Hayley were in the couch watching Netflix. I prepare myself a good breakfast.

“Do you know where Nik is?” I ask Rebekah

“I think he went out with Kol, but I don’t know where” she said. I whisper a mhm and went sitting in the couch.

“What are you guys watching?” I said putting my orange juice and my plate in the table in front of me

“Lucifer” Davina responded

After 3 episodes, I had already eat everything but was still no sign of klaus. I was really getting mad and sad at the same time. I decided to go upstairs to my bedroom and watch a movie by myself.

1 hour .

1 bloody hour has passed and still no sign of klaus. I’m mad but mostly worried.

It’s 1 pm and lunch is being prepared, when klaus suddenly walks into the room.

“Where were you?” I shouted at him

“I’m sorry” he says, and then I realize he was full of blood in his Henley.

“Ah, that’s why you disappeared all this hours. Couldn’t you just leave a note or something?? Huh? I was worried with you for crying out loud” I say

“I went out with Kol to help him to chose a ring for Davina when we were attacked” he said calmly

“You were atta-“ I started but he rapidly respondes

“It wasn’t a big deal, it was some vampires, nothing to you to worry about.” He assured me, and when I went to talk I started crying

“Why are you crying?” He worries, and I really don’t know the answer

“I don’t know.” I say “It must be the bloody hormones, now I’m always like this, and I can’t make it stop.”

And when I thought he was going to hug me. No. The idiot started laughing.

“Ah, you think it’s funny huh??” I say

“No love, not at all” he said, although he continued laughing.

“Your an idiot” I said and he kissed me

“And your so cute when your mad” he smiled trying to kiss me again, but this time I refused the kiss

“You don’t deserve my kisses” I said

“Ah love, you’re playing with fire” he whispered

“Come to lunch” We head Rebekah scream from the living room

“I very much like the harm” I said, walking to the door, seeing klaus following me

“Oh, you can’t go like that, you’re full of blood” I told him and immediately switched his shirt and we both went to lunch.

“We are going to watch a romance movie after lunch “ I said while we walked down the stairs

“No. I refuse.” He said

“You owe me, after disappear for hours and not telling anything” I said back

I hear a sigh coming from him and I already knew I won. This is gonna be an amazing afternoon.