#i have no idea where your wallet vanished elijah

[witchcraftandgeekness]

Kol Mikaelson Headcanon

Okay, so I just thought about it. We know that Kol was a witch during his mortal life, and after his vampire transition he was studying all kinds of magic to compensate disability to perform it himself. And I thought, what is possibility that his interest also applied to human magic as well?

Kol was described as a trickster and he has this fascinating mischievous nature. I can definitely imagine Kol, accidentaly witnessing how magician performs tricks with disappearing coins/cards that change and etc. and Kol was surprised. Then he approached the magician and asked how did he perform it. And after learning that magician is actually not a witch, he compelled him to show him all the hand tricks he knows.

So, basically, I imagine in the present day little Hope once mentioning that she feels bad about Kol not having his magic because he loves it so much. And Kol be like, "Oh, darling, but I do have magic!" And proceeds with making coin vanish in his palm.

And here come hours of Kol amusing his little niece by card tricks, guessing what card Freya selected in her mind ("You can't do this, do you, sister?") and making fork bend and re-straighten by mere "power of his mind" ("Don't be such a buzzkill, Elijah, you can sacrifice few forks for the entertainment").

I bet he would be so smug to see surprise written all over faces of powerful witches and joyful as a young boy to know he can do things that little number of people can. Ofc, it is not REAL magic but at least something. It can't really be full replacement for what he lost but for short amount of time he can forget about it and just be "mighty magician".

[connorandersons-blog]

To the Library

Rating: Explicit Word count: 1,806 Warnings: none Ship: Markus/Connor AU: Human Chapter 1/5

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He honestly had just gone to the local library for a book that Carl wanted. He didn't even really know about this library or the fact that he had a membership. Well, Carl gave him a membership, but still.

He thought he'd just go in, check out the book, and be done. But nope, of course, the world had to throw him a curveball. Said curved ball was a curly-haired man smiling at him with the softest brown eyes he had ever seen.

It was hard to believe this man was real with how adorable and hot he looked at the same time. And, he was smiling at him.

"Welcome, is there anything I can help you find?" The man said, tilting his head. Oh fuck. This was unfair. This was completely unfair. He was dying in a library. Yep, this is how it ended.

Oh fuck, now the guy was blinking at him. Right, he had to say something. Literally anything. "Uh, sure." Literally anything but that.

 The man smiled and stood up from his chair, walking around the counter. Markus sighs happily when he sees a nametag. Connor. Huh, it actually fits him really well.

"What can I help you find?" Connor asked, clasping his hands together in front of him. Uh, he hadn't really noticed with him sitting behind the desk, but this man was muscled. Not in the huge, bulky way, but in the slim and agile way.

He looked so soft and comfortable in his dark blue sweater vest, white button-up shirt, and tie. He looked so casual, yet so put together. He just wanted to reach over and run his hands through his hair.

Right, he was supposed to answer his question, not daydream. "I'm looking for a book, it's called The Republic by Plato."

Connor nods and hums before his eyes light up. He didn't even check a computer to know where it was, which was impressive. "Follow me."

He walks confidently over to a section of books. He slides his hand against the books as he walks past until he gets to the section he's looking for. Then, of fuck, he sticks his tongue out and quickly scans over the books.

He finds the book way too fast for Markus's liking, but he does have to bend over slightly to get it. And, damn. If this man is single he has no idea why. Sadly, he stands back up and holds out the book to Markus.

"There you go. Anything else?" His voice is so fucking cute too. Why does life hate him? He honestly wants to know.

Markus really wished he had another book to get, but he can't think of one. It wasn't that he didn't like to read, but he never could find a book to really get into. "That's it, thank you."

Connor smiles and for a second Markus is sure his heart stops. He was definitely finding some reason to come back here again. He'd read every single book this library had if it meant Connor would smile at him.

"Alright, do you want me to check you out?" Markus is so tempted to make a comment but holds back. The last thing he wanted to do was scare him off when he had only just met him.

So, instead, he nods, trying his best to not smile like an idiot. "I'd love that, thank you." Connor nods and leads him back to the counter.

Markus fumbles with his wallet for a second, face turning hot as he slides the library card out. He hands it over to Connor, their hands just briefly touching.

Connor doesn't waste any time scanning the book then his card. He slides both of them back with a small receipt. "It's due in three weeks."

Markus nods and takes the card, putting it back in his wallet, then taking the book. He would definitely find a reason to come back before those three weeks were up.

"Have a nice day!" Connor says, smiling once again. It was like looking at the sun, he couldn't do it too long or he'd be blinded by its radiance.

"Thank you, you too." With that, he left the building and headed back to Carl's.

He finds a reason to come back the next week. He makes sure to come in at the same time just in case that's the only time Connor worked.

He walks in and once again Connor is sitting behind the counter. He glances up and grins widely when he sees Markus.

"Welcome back! Are you looking for anything specific?" He asks, ready to stand again.

Markus nods and Connor stands, coming over. "The Books that Shaped Art History."

Connor thinks and nods his head. "Good choice, are you studying art?" Connor asks, leading him once again.

"Not exactly, I take care of a man, Carl Manfred, and he's a painter. I wanted to learn more about it for him. Though, I do have a question for you." He says, keeping face with Connor.

Connor paused only for a second before nodding. He seemed generally excited to be able to answer anything Markus wanted to know. "Oh?"

"How can you remember where all the books are without using the computer?" The library was pretty huge, and two stories high.

Connor chuckles and Markus really wanted to hear him full-on laugh. "I have an eidetic memory. I originally worked as a detective and used it for that. Then, well… now I use it for this." Connor gestures around.

That somehow made him all the hotter. Honestly, could he get any better? "Well, thank you for your work, both here and with the police."

Connor ducked his head, trying to hide a forming blush. Part of him wanted to wrap Connor in blankets and never let him go. The other part… well, those thoughts definitely weren't appropriate for a library.

"Oh, I never got your name last time," Connor says, changing the subject.

Markus smiles as Connor runs his hands over the books. If he didn't know better he'd think this was his first and only passion. "Markus Bennett."

Connor smiles and holds out his hand for him to shake. "Connor Stern." Markus takes his hand. It's incredibly warm, but not that soft. He really didn't mind. He could feel calluses which he assumed were from his work as a detective.

He doesn't want to let go, but he does and Connor tucks his hands into his pockets. Connor leads them down a row of bookshelves and stops in front of a section. He has to stand on his toes to grab the book.

He hands the book to Markus. "Anything else?" He had so many things he could say. Would it be too forward to give him his number? Probably.

"No, this is it." Connor nods and starts leading him back to the desk. "Not to pry, but you said you take care of Carl Manfred?"

Markus kept nodded, "I did. Are you a fan?" It wouldn't be too surprising. If he was, then he had a reason to invite him over.

"Not exactly, not to say I don't enjoy his paintings. I just know a man who knows him. My mother taught Elijah Kamski." No fucking way. Oh, he was so having a conversation with Carl when he got home.

"Your mother is Amanda Stern?" He asked, slowing to a stop.

"Well, adopted mother. She adopted me and my twin Caelum when we were young." He knew she had two adopted children, but he didn't expect it to be Connor. He never got to meet them before. Small world. Now he really had to talk to Carl.

"Wow, it's really a pleasure to meet you. I'm honestly surprised we haven't met before." Connor nodded and started walking again.

"Likewise. Tell Carl I said hello. I doubt he remembers me or Caelum." Oh, he definitely remembered. Connor went behind the desk and scanned the book.

"I'll let him know. How is Elijah doing?" He hadn't heard from the man in a while. After the man invented self-driving cars he practically vanished. He only knew him because he was friends with Carl.

Connor shrugged, "I haven't gotten to visit him recently. I know that he's now engaged to Chloe." He only got to meet Chloe once. She was an incredibly nice girl, though he had a feeling she could break him in two if she wanted.

"That's good. She always seemed perfect for him." Not to mention she could keep him in check. She seemed like the type that could handle his eccentricities or put him in his place if it got too much.

Connor printed off the receipt and hesitated before handing it over. He looked around and grabbed a pen, scribbling something on it before handing it over. "It's due in three weeks. I… I hope I hear from you before then."

Markus smiles and looks down at the receipt, and his grin widened when he sees what he assumes is Connor's number.

He nods to Connor and makes his way out, taking the bus back to Carl's. He stands in the back, not bothering to sit for the short ride.

He walks into the large house, smiling at the parakeets in their cage. He walks into the living room and smiles when he sees Carl already sitting at the chessboard.

He sets his book down, putting the receipt between the pages. "Ah, Markus. How was your visit to the library?" Markus smiles and walks over, sitting down opposite to Carl and looking over the board.

"It was good. I had an incredibly fascinating conversation with a man that works there." He says, moving a piece on the board.

Carl nods and gives a hum. He hesitates before moving one of his, taking one of Markus's.

"I talked to Connor. Connor Stern. He says hello, by the way." He looks up to see Carl smiling peacefully. Oh, he so knew and sent him to the library on purpose.

"Hm, I remember meeting him when he was young. Smart boy, his brother was too. He was planning on going into the police force." Carl hums when Markus moves a piece.

"He's definitely grown up." He mumbles. Carl chuckles and gives him the look.

"You should invite him over. I'd like to see how he is doing." He seemed to be doing incredibly well from what Markus could tell. If he knew anything about Amanda Stern was that she'd make sure her boys were doing well.

"Maybe I will, at some point. I barely know him." He said, moving another piece.

Carl gave a hum, moving a piece, a small smile curled into Markus's lips. "I guess you'll just have to go to the library, more."

"I guess I do. Checkmate."