#kol mikaelson headcannon

[angelsworks]

Hi, hopefully you are doing well. Can I please request a headcanon of yandere Mikaelsons brothers (separate) with an understanding and sweet obsession? Where despite the reader knows who they actually are, they accept them for who they are and loves/loyal to them no matter what? Thanks a lot

Sweet Obsession Yandere! Mikaelson brothers (seperate) x Willing! Darling

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Type: Headcannon

Summary: What it’s like for each of the Mikaelson brothers to have a willing darling.

Warnings: 18+, mature themes, yandere themes, kidnap, coercive behaviours, stalking, etc

For a darling to be willing I think they’d either need to be blindly naive, have a low self esteem or just not care, or find it incredibly charming.

The blindly naive darling would see everything their yandere did for them as loving, kind and normal. They wouldn’t care that childhood friends don’t call anymore or any guy you talk to disappears.

Or they’d have low self esteem. They’d be surprised that anyone would take an interest in them. Especially when there were girls like Elena Gilbert and Bonnie Bennet in mystic falls.

The just not care darling would do exactly that, just not care. They’d be extremely nonchalant with everything their yandere did. Isolate you? Good you like being alone. Move you to their house? Great, rent was getting expensive.

The final darling would have to be a little crazy themselves. They’d twist everything their yandere did into something romantic. They’d see their lover as their Romeo or their Clyde. Ready to do anything to protect their love.

Klaus Mikaelson

Out of everyone in Mystic Falls, Klaus takes an interest in you.

It surprised you. You weren’t exactly the most stand out person in the town, nor the most pretty by your standards.

He approaches you with his charm dialled up to a million. He flashes you his smile and you feel yourself swooning.

It’s not long before you go on a date with him. It of course being one of the most romantic nights of your life.

Yet you can’t get over your insecurity. This won’t last. He won’t stay.

Once he finds everything out about you he’ll get bored and leave. His Interest will dwindle and you don’t think your heart can handle it.

So one night you invite him over. Tell him of your concerns and propose that you try to tell him everything he wants to know.

That way he can decide sooner if he wants to leave.

The logic makes sense in your own head, yet seems completely ludicrous to Klaus.

How could he not be enamoured with you.

But he plays along. Spending the night asking you as many questions as his heart desires.

He’s not used to someone being so open and honest with him. You’re putting everything on the table and he can’t help but admire you for it.

Your attempt to scare him off only draws him in.

He makes this clear to you with gifts and gestures.

He gives you a intricate promise ring, so you can see that he plans to stick around for a long time.

When he says forever, he means forever.

Slowly but surely any doubts you have about yourself and Klaus’ intentions are washed away.

It gets a to a point where nothing he can do scares you off. Killing, intimidating, hunting. Regardless of who it is, you don’t care.

You’re more than happy to talk him through any of his plans. You become his confidant, his safe haven, his other half.

Regardless of any objections you have, he makes you move in with him. Giving you your own room in his mansion but demanding requesting you sleep with him.

And you do, every night.

You lay still as he buries his nose into your neck and sometimes even his teeth.

Marking you as his for all to see.

Elijah Mikaelson

An uncaring darling wouldn’t really understand or care that what Elijah was doing was wrong.

He’d watch you for a while going about your normal routine. Completely oblivious to the original vampire stalking you.

Maybe you do see him one day, you smile and wave politely. Which makes his heart beat and head swoon.

When he approaches you he can’t control himself. He takes you immediately. To a place isolated from anyone willing to help you. His family home.

While you sleep he plans for any negative reaction you could give him. What he’d do if you rejected him, screamed, tried to fight him.

Imagine his surprise when you wake as if it’s completely normal. You walk from the room and make yourself comfortable on the sofa. Turning on the TV and quickly finding your favourite channel.

Elijah tries to explain the situation, but you show little interest. Little emotion to being kidnapped.

You hum and nod at him as he tells you he’s claimed you as his, he’s a vampire, you are to live with him now.

He even makes up some more outrageous claims to get a rise out of you. Like his plans to drink your blood, claim your body, fill your womb.

Still you don’t react, too engrossed in your show.

Finally you turn to him and ask if he has any snacks

Bewildered he complies and fetches your desired food from the kitchen.

The rest of your relationship carries on the same.

He does what he wished, you stay pliant. Why fight him, when he’s given you nothing to complain about?

Sure you have limited freedom. But the man had private jets at his disposal. One call and you could be jetting off to Paris, Milan, New York. Anywhere you want to go, Elijah has it covered.

Similarly, anything you desire, the man is waiting with his credit card. Money is no issue for him and he’s happy to spend it all on you.

Over time you do grow fond of the vampire. Enjoying his attention that is forever on you. How deep his obsession goes.

You find little to grumble about and plenty to enjoy.

Elijah is more than pleased with your response to him. Enjoying how easy it is to do things with you.

Having you willing is such a pleasure.

Kol Mikaelson

A darling just as crazy as Kol would work.

Any crazy thing Kol would do to prove his love, you’d triple.

It became sort of like a competiton between the two of you. How crazy could you get?

Arguments over nothing would lead to glasses thrown and rough fucking on the nearest surface.

Despite his yandere tendencies, you love each other like they aren’t even there.

Maybe that’s what draws him to you.

Your complete lack of sanity.

It’s perfect actually.

With you he feels truly accepted.

At first you didn’t even realise he was flirting with you. The two of you exchanged snide remarks and quips.

Only much later in your relationship did you start to exchange more loving words.

To be honest with all the insults you were sure Kol hated you.

He was always where you didn’t want him.

At your job, at your school, at your house.

His incessant attention lead to an argument between the two of you, then quite a dramatic kiss.

From then on Kol became a lot more bearable.

To the point you were able to feed into his more murderous tendencies.

Finn Mikaelson

You loved Finn, yandere traits and all.

You loved the fact that he cared about you more than anything else (well next to his family of course)

You loved the fact that you could share all your interests with him. He’d sit, listening intently, hanging off your every word.

For him he loved the fact you would explain the world he’d missed to him. Showing him culture of the last 900 years.

Together you learned about history. Exploring the world together.

From the moment Finn found you he knew he had to have you.

His own little encyclopaedia.

Together you watch all your favourite shows and films. Explaining all the behind the scenes facts you know about them.

Eventually you do probably realise how possessive Finn can be.

But you fail to care when he loves you so.

Treating you as the sun that warms the earth.

Something unrivalled by any lover that’s come before him.

Previous lovers and even friends have critiqued your ability to ramble. Often becoming disinterested in your topics of interest.

So to have this original vampire who has been alive (albeit the majority of time in a box) for 1000 years, to pay attention to you, to listen to you, to love you.

That makes any negative of loving Finn Mikaelson completely worth it.

[fandoms--fluff]

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Poly Mikaelsons with a Little Reader Headcannons

A/n: your wish is my command

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Klaus

You'd call him Daddy, and not any other, unlike some of the rest of your mommies and daddies

Like there'd be no reason for needing to call him anything else

Except the couple of times you copied Kol by saying 'Nik'. Which ended in Kol almost getting smacked by Klaus if freya hadn't intervened during those times

He'd definitely spoil you, not caring about Elijah's protests on the matter

He shows you his hybrid eyes to calm you down from a nightmare or a crying fit

^works like magic every time

This beautiful daddy is protective of you like nobody's business

It might as well be his full time job

He'd be the most possessive of you, especially when you regress into basically a baby, not being able to pit together a coherent sentence and just want to snuggle.

^which he would happily comply because even though it may not seem it, he'd be one of the biggest cuddlers, his wolf side playing right into it even moreso.

Elijah

You'd call him Daddy and sometimes when your tired or really regressed, call him Dada

But it's not an every day basis thing

In a very close 2nd place of how protective he is over you, to Klaus

To get you to go down for a nap, he'd walk around the abboiter's endless hallways while gently bouncing you in his arms until your snoozing peace and quietly

Would most likely buy and set up a baby monitor in your nursery to have even more reassurance of your safety even though his vamp hearing is way more reliable than the little machine. But none of the others say anything against it and let it be.

You'd sit with him in his study, coloring a sheet of paper with crayons, sat in his lap, as your Daddy reads through paperwork and boring adult vampire stuff

He'd be very soft with our that no one outside the family has seen or knows of. He'd sit with you in his bed or on the couch or in your nursery on the rocking chair and read you a story - mostly fairytales.

Paces kisses on the crown of your head

Kol

You'd call him Dada and nothing else - he's Dada and will always stay that way to you.

EXCEPT

When kol acts childishy himself (as he often does), he seems more like a best friend than a caregiver to you in those times, so then you'd call him Koly

^the rest of them may or may not be waiting for the moment where it's clear he's also a little cause like c'mon- but that's a discussion for another time

Would definitely be the one to go all out while playing with you, whether that ne setting up massive race tracks all around the abboiter for hot weel cars or creating high pitch voices for your barbie dolls and stuffed animals

He'd blow raspberries on your stomach, sending you into a fit of screeching laughter

Would 100% be labeled as the 'fun daddy'

He'd be the most disappointed when Rebekah banned them from ever dressing you again. He himself thought his outfit choices were incredible.

Would give you smooches all over your face, making you burst out into gleeful laughter

Rebekah

You'd call her Mama and Momma. Mama is used more, but you interchange it depending on your regressed state.

She'd treat you like a princess and almost spoils you as much as Klaus

She'd love buying you cute dresses and jewelry that's safe for you so you won't choke on it or hurt yourself.

She'd ban Elijah, Klaus, and Kol from ever dressing you after witnessing the horrendous outfits they put you in.

^ "this is a fashion nightmare what on earth were you thinking?!" Is a line said to all of them at different moments before she got them all together in a room and declared they're banned from dressing you any longer.

Would do your hair up in the cutest hairstyles, especially the ones with multiple braids

^it's calming for both you and her

She loves just laying with you on her bed. You snuggled into her closet and head nuzzled into her surprising warm vampire chest.

Suckling on her boobs before you're laid down for your bedtime or naps

Freya

You'd call her Mommy and sometimes Momma when you're more regressed. But she's your Mommy through and through.

She loves holding you in her arms and gets a tad disappointed when she has to put you down

^she'd 100% buy one of those adult wraps to hold you against her body

Would cast a protective charm on you so nothing happens to hurt you.

Having Mommy and Mama days with her and Rebekah>>>> they'd be the best!

Freya's the only other one who can still dress you without Rebekah going all 'power mad' (Kol's wording) because she knows her older sister has got the fashion sense that their brothers don't contain.

She'd place Kisses all over your face in the morning after you'd just woken up

Would sway you in her arms and sometimes she doesn't even realize she's doing so

[volturissideslut]

Fem Hybrid x Rebekah where the reader is trying to be vegetarian or stop being who they are, and Rebekah helps her realize she can still drink blood and not be a complete monster. That she isn't less now because she is a vampire and a werewolf.

Could we maybe be a hybrid from before Klaus curse? It might not work, and if it doesn't we are just a new hybrid that is trying to reject her vampiric nature.

𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖐𝖆𝖍 𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓

Rebekah tilts her head as she looks at you, observing the slow tears that run down your cheeks. Your body lies cradled against her, head rested against her collarbone. The two of you sit in the quiet with the occasional sniffle of yours being the only sound that runs throughout the room.

Gently, she tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "It doesn't make you a bad person, y'know?" her voice is gentle, soothing. But Rebekah had always been a safe haven to you, and you needed that now more than ever. "I know you didn't choose this, most of us don't, but it's different now. You're allowed to give in to your nature."

"I jus-" you stutter, taking a breath when your voice stammers and breaks to try and regain at least some composure. "I jut don't want to kill. Not again. I hate hurting people." You sniffle again, but Rebekah has seemingly endless patience and cafe for you thankfully. It was a little surprising though, she had just left Klaus to del with his own mess with the rest of your newly turned back. Not that you were complaining, her more empathetic and soft approach was most definitely appreciated and needed.

"I know, petal, I know" maybe if you weren't so distraught and desperate for some emblem of comfort you might have taken more notice to the gentle kiss she pressed to your forehead, but for now that wasn't your main concern. "But there are ways to feed without killing, or even hurting others. Snatch, eat, erase. That how I eat most times, my brothers used to too."

"You mean compel?" the tears have slowed enough now to come to a complete stop, and your face pulls away from her shoulder by a fraction on an inch. The closeness was comforting but it felt necessary to look her in the eyes right now.

"mhm" a quaint smile rests on her face, "I can teach you too, perhaps later though. Lucky you, because we live in a modern world and for now you can have a blood bag" she taps your nose playfully, giving a small giggle what your face scrunches up.

"Okay but can we do that later? And stay like this for now" before you can even finish that sentence you feel her hand pull your head back to her chest, almost missing her little "of course, petal" even with your new vampire hearing.

The position slightly distorts your view of her face, preventing you from seeing her bittersweet grin, proud at having comforted you and kept you close, and practically brimming with you that it was the closeness that brought you comfort. Being a vampire was a shitty situation, but you're her girl now (even though you might not know it yet), and she's going to help make it a little easier for you.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

heyy love your writing sm!! wondering if u could do mikaelsons having a powerful witch as a boyfriend headcannons

The mikaelson having a powerful witch as a boyfriend

Klaus

Klaus, for all his bravado, is secretly fascinated by Y/N's power. He's seen it first-hand and deeply respects its potential (and the potential threat it poses if directed at him). It's a grudging respect, of course, laced with a possessive desire to keep that power close.

He'd never admit it, but Klaus finds immense comfort in Y/N’s abilities. The knowledge that Y/N could protect him and their family from threats he might not even see coming is a silent relief. He sees Y/N as his equal, someone who compliments and adds to his already considerable power.

Arguments are explosive, theatrical displays of magical fireworks and roared threats. Klaus, of course, always tries to have the last word. But Y/N, with a flick of his wrist and a muttered spell, often silences him in creative and humiliating ways (temporarily, of course).

Klaus is incredibly protective of Y/N, but not in a way that stifles him. He recognizes Y/N is a powerful witch, not a damsel. His protectiveness manifests in subtle manipulations, ensuring Y/N always has the upper hand, even when he thinks he doesn't.

Klaus uses Y/N as his sounding board for his plans, not because he needs advice, but because he enjoys the way Y/N's mind works. He loves hearing Y/N dissect his strategies and offer alternative perspectives, even if he doesn't always take them.

He paints Y/N. These paintings are kept private, locked away where only Klaus can see them.

Cuddling? Only when he's feeling particularly vulnerable or when Y/N initiates it. He'd never admit he enjoys it, but he always leans in a little closer..

Y/N’s magic during sex is raw and untamed, mirroring their emotions. It manifests as flickering flames that send shivers down Klaus’s spine.

Elijah

Elijah is endlessly fascinated by Y/N's magic

Elijah is incredibly protective of Y/N, knowing the dangers witches face.

Dinner dates often involve Elijah meticulously selecting a vintage wine, The conversations are always elegant and stimulating.

Elijah is surprisingly playful with Y/N, often indulging in small, affectionate gestures like tucking a stray hair behind his ear or leaving a single red rose on Y/N's pillow. These small gifts of love never went unnoticed by Y/N.

Elijah is a traditionalist when it comes to courting. Expect handwritten letters, thoughtful gifts that show he truly sees Y/N, and a slow burn that builds genuine intimacy. The anticipation is part of the pleasure.

Sex with Elijah is an experience in controlled passion. He’s attentive to Y/N’s desires, always prioritizing pleasure. Think slow, deliberate movements, heated whispers, and the feeling of being utterly cherished.

Y/N's magic subtly enhances their intimate moments. Sometimes, the air crackles with barely contained energy, a silent hum of power that intensifies the connection between them. Other times, it's a gentle warmth that spreads through their bodies, heightening sensitivity.

When Y/N’s magic flares, Elijah finds it incredibly arousing. The raw, untamed power is a stark contrast to his own carefully cultivated composure.

Arguments with Elijah are rare, but when they happen, they are intense. He's a master of words, and he knows how to cut deep. However, he always strives for resolution, never letting anger fester. Apologies are sincere, often accompanied by a heartfelt promise to do better.

Elijah finds immense peace in watching Y/N practice magic. The focused concentration on Y/N's face, the subtle shifts in the air, it soothes something deep within him, a welcome contrast to the chaos of his life.

He collects antique spell books and ingredients as gifts for Y/N

Kol

He steals Y/N's spell books. Not to use them properly, of course. Just to dramatically flip through them while lounging around, occasionally mispronouncing incantations and earning exasperated sighs and fond eye rolls.

Kol definitely encourages Y/N to use his magic for petty revenge.

If Y/N is feeling drained after a particularly taxing spell, Kol is surprisingly gentle.

He loves gifting Y/N rare and unusual ingredients for his spells.

He fiercely protects Y/N from any and all supernatural threats. While Y/N can certainly handle himself, Kol takes a possessive pride in being his protector. Woe betide anyone who tries to harm him.

Kol has a whole collection of nicknames for Y/N, ranging from the affectionate (like "my spellbinder") to the teasing ("my little warlock") depending on his mood.

He's not above using his vampire speed to steal kisses when Y/N is engrossed in his spell work. It always earns a flustered but fond response.

Sex with Kol is a volatile mix of passion, possessiveness, and exploration. He loves to push boundaries, test limits, and leave Y/N breathless and begging for more. It’s a power play that they both revel in.

He's secretly pleased when Y/N uses his magic to defend him

[rere-the-writer]

can you write headcannons for Kol Mikaelson being head over heels for you and basically being wrapped around your finger?

Yes and yes

Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Kol, Protective Kol

Kol met you in Mystic Falls

Soft sweet lady with a blood thirsty vampire

A fox with a shy little mouse

Kol is protective of you

Men who flirt with you or makes you uncomfortable are gone

This man is willing to kill for you

Kol will and has dropped anything for you

Will get you anything you want

Klaus is annoyed with how Kol follows you around like a love sick puppy

Elijah and Rebekah find you two adorable

You literally calm Kol by breathing

Midnight cuddles are a must

You wake Kol by peppering him with kisses

Kol barely feeds on anyone that isn't you

Elena and others always bring up Kol's mistakes

His nicknames for you: sunshine, beloved, little mouse

Your nicknames for him: Ko, handsome fox, honey pie, love

Elijah could name many times on one hand that Kol threaten Damon

Kol loves seeing you in sundresses

You have so many gifts that Kol had gotten you when you made off hand comments

Say the word and Kol would do whatever you ask

"I always wanted to go to Paris." Cue Kol booking a first class seat to France

Whatever hobbies you have Kol is getting the supplies for it

"I love you, honey pie." "I love you more sunshine."

[andreal831]

If one of the Mikaelsons (anyone) was married when they were humans, do you think their partner would get to be treated as a part of family? Or would they always be "otherER" (lol) than them all. Also do you see a potential divorce or straight up murder.

It depends on who they are married to and who you are talking about. But likely they would always be seen as "other." Even as humans they seemed to close rank and keep away from others. I think divorce would be unlikely so either they would accept them as family or straight up murder.

The most likely to have been married was Finn or Elijah because of their age. We are never told if Finn had any desire to marry as a human or if there was anyone he was interested in. I always headcannon that Esther would talk him out of anyone he was interested in to prevent him from getting married and having a child. I also don't think his siblings would have cared one way or another. Finn was always left on the outside of the siblings, so his spouse would be too. If they had turned, I could see his siblings forcing him to leave his spouse behind. Potentially straight up murder if he wasn't willing.

Elijah was clearly interested in Tatia and they likely would have gotten married if they had stayed human. But we already see this causing issues in the family. In TVD, Klaus says he and Elijah went through a period of not talking because they both cared for Tatia. Personally, I believe it had more to do with Klaus being jealous of Elijah's affection for Tatia. He saw Elijah planning to start his own life and leaving him behind so he attempted to insert himself in the middle to stop it. Klaus always saw his siblings' relationships as a betrayal, this didn't start when they became vampires. If Elijah and Tatia had been married, and she wasn't killed, I could see Elijah sending her away with her son, afraid he or his siblings would hurt them. If she had stayed with them, Finn and Kol wouldn't care about Tatia, Klaus would eventually get over it, Rebekah would love having a sister. I don't think she would be fully seen as family but likely almost take on a maternal role to the rest of them since Elijah tended to take on a paternal role.

If it was Klaus who had been married, I think it would be similar to Elijah where Finn and Kol still wouldn't really care one way or another for his spouse but Elijah and Rebekah would view them as family. They both would have loved to see Klaus happy and would welcomed anyone who could make that happen. It would be different than with Aurora because his partner would have been there at the beginning. Now if this person was likely to try and talk Klaus into running off without his family, Elijah might have intervened.

Rebekah would likely be similar to Elijah. Klaus might have been jealous even as human and intervened. But especially as a vampire. It would be very unlikely that Rebekah's spouse would make it. They would probably be one of the first people Klaus killed honestly. Elijah would view Rebekah's spouse as family adjacent. He would care for them until they gave him a reason not to.

If Kol was married before turning, he would have left with his spouse. The only reason he stayed with his siblings for so long was because he didn't want to be completely on his own. He was the first to break off from the family unit and if he had someone in the beginning, he would have done so immediately.

Thanks for the ask! I love talking about human Mikaelsons

[katz-rambles]

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Morpheus (dream)

Nothing here yet

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Nothing here yet

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slow mornings 🩷🪽💌 (old Nihil)

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Nothing here yet

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shower sex ❤️🌸💌

parental worries 🩷🌸💌

Dewdrop/Sodo

Baking shenanigans 🩷💛🪽💌

Height troubles 🩷🌸🎀

Cold evenings 🩷🪽💌

Rut headcannons ❤️🌸🪽💟

wet dreams ❤️🌸💌

comfort headcannons 🩷💜🪽💟

if you're sick 🩷🪽💟

comfort after a long day 🩷🌸🎀

Rain

Soft dom and needy Rain ❤️🌸💌

stormy cuddles 🩷🪽🎀

caught you ❤️🌸💋

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you're a mermaid 🩷🪽💟

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comfort headcannons 🩷💜🪽 💟

vampire troubles ❤️🌸💋

if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟

Swiss

horny Swiss thoughts ❤️🌸💌

plus sized reader ❤️🌸💋

Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟

if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟

you're a mermaid 🩷🪽💟

Cirrus

Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟

if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟

Cumulus

Cumulus' punishment ❤️🪽💌

Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟

comfort headcannons 🩷💜🪽 💟

if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟

you're a mermaid 🩷 🪽 💟

Aurora

Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟

if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟

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Damon Salvatore

dating headcannons 🩷🪽💟

blood drinking ❤️🪽💌

Stefan Salvatore

Nothing here yet

Elena Gilbert

Nothing here yet

Jeremy Gilbert

Nothing here yet

Jenna Sommers

Nothing here yet

Bonnie Bennett

Nothing here yet

Caroline Forbes

Nothing here yet

Elijah Mikaelson

Nothing here yet

Niklaus Mikaelson

Nothing here yet

Rebekah Mikaelson

Nothing here yet

Kol Mikaelson

Nothing here yet

Finn Mikaelson

Nothing here yet

Alaric Saltzman

Nothing here yet

Katerina Petrova / Kathrine Pierce

Isobel Flemming

Nothing here yet

Nadia Petrova

Nothing here yet

(I'm sorry if I don't have all the characters. I'm only on season five. 😅)

Nothing here yet

Wes Maxfield

Nothing here yet

Aaron Whitmore

Nothing here yet

Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John

Nothing here yet

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Jinx

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Violet (Vi)

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Ekko

post bridge scene comfort 🩷💜🪽💋

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Vander

sick days 🩷🪽💌

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

pining eachother 🩷🌸💌

pining eachother pt.2 ❤️🌸💋

Grayson

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Marcus

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Caitlyn Kiramman

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Viktor

aphrodisiac sex ❤️🌸💋

lovely nights 🩷💜🪽💌

childhood friends to lovers 🩷🪽💋

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

birthday fluff 🩷🌸💌

Jayce Talis

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Mel medarda

s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟

Ambessa Medarda

Nothing here yet

Silco

Nothing here yet

Sevika

Starlight 🩷🌸💋

Finn

married life 🩷🪽💌

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RK800 / Connor

Nothing here yet

Hank Anderson

Nothing here yet

Gavin Reed

Nothing here yet

AX400 / Kara

Nothing here yet

RK200 / Markus

Nothing here yet

WR400 / North

Nothing here yet

PL600 / Simon

Nothing here yet

TR400 / Luther

Nothing here yet

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊

[panic-at-the-fiction]

Masterlist

Stories I have written, characters I will write for. If you think the names are cringy you try naming stuff. It’s hard.

Smut🔥

*Series

Prompts list

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Drive In🔥

Road Trip

Pizza girl

Eddie Munson

The Death of You

Jonathan Byers

Jump, Then Fall

Vampire Diaries

Kol Mikaelsons

*Hello Darling🔥

Elijah Mikaelson

*Family

*Till Death do us Part

Stefan Salvatore

Jeremy Gilbert

Missing You

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Various and Sundry Villains

Jack Kline

Reunions

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

Merlin

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon

The Irregulars

Billy

You shouldn’t easdrop

I care for you

Big Time Rush

Kendall Knight

One Good Love Song

Once Upon a Time

Jefferson Hatter

True Loves Kiss

The X-men

Peter Maximoff

*1973

*1983

New in Town

Haunted House

Alex Summers

Tattoos🔥

Le t’s Talk about Cuba🔥

Scott Summers

Charles Xavier

Eric Lensher

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Yes they are all bad puns, no I will not be taking constructive criticism right now, only more ideas.

Oh dear

Oh dair he is

The Finnick games

Fic-nnick

Star Wars

Filthy Headcannons🔥

Part one

Part two

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Din Djarin

This is that Way

Anakin Skywalker

Marvel

Bucky

*A Problem to work with

Any of the hot ones. I’m not gonna type all of their names out if I don’t even have any stories for them yet.

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

The Goblin King

Sirius Black

I Killed Peter Pettigrew

Draco Malfoy

Honestly just about anyone.

DC

The Flash

Julian Alberts

The office jerk

The Chronicles of Narnia

Peter Pevensie

Adults🔥

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian

Vox Machina

Percy De Rolo

Cowboy like me pt1

Cowboy like me pt 2

Vax’ildan

[philtatosbuck]

Hi! Could you make a post of some headcannons on what alcohol the mikaelson siblings prefer to drink, and what they'd order at a bar if they weren't drinking for whatever reason - especially Elijah? we know damon drinks bourbon but i don't think anything is canon ab the mikaelsons and i was thinking ab that but i don't know anything ab alcoholic drinks and the culture around it lol bc no one really drinks in my part of the world so I'd appreciate it!

I,,, don't think I've ever done anything like this, but I can tell you what we've seen them drinking.

Freya went through a phase in which she regularly went out to bar parties after the Dahlia fiasco was done. She didn't have any favorites in particular but we do see her being very enthusiastic about Tequila. I believe she's also enjoyed her fair share of wine.

Finn, canonically, has only tried wine and tequila. I don't see him being much of a drinker, to be real with you.

Elijah has drank everything ranging from bourbon, to wine, to whiskey. If you ask me, he's a scotch kind of guy, but I don't think there's any canon basis to that. It's just me. I can also see him liking single malt whiskey in specific.

Klaus, I'm convinced he's tried every type of drink at least once. He seems, though, to most often have bourbon as well. I'm starting to think they just did not want to have to come up with that many different drinks. I will say that in my own personal opinion, Klaus would prefer stronger drinks, out of his entire family.

Kol doesn't seem like a big drinker to me. Like, he does, but only on occasions. Not casually. Wine type of guy when he has it. If offered, he'll accept other drinks, but meh.

Rebekah's a borderline alcoholic the way they have her drink but champagne and bourbon is the way to her heart, unfortunately.

[livlepretre]

Hi! Could you make a post of some headcannons on what alcohol the mikaelson siblings prefer to drink, and what they'd order at a bar if they weren't drinking for whatever reason - especially Elijah? we know damon drinks bourbon but i don't think anything is canon ab the mikaelsons and i was thinking ab that but i don't know anything ab alcoholic drinks and the culture around it lol bc no one really drinks in my part of the world so I'd appreciate it!

Well, I have thought the most about Klaus and Rebekah for sure, since they drink a lot in my fic Fairytale Ending, but here goes:

I think Klaus also likes bourbon-- beyond the seeming in joke in tvd that that seems to be what all of the main characters drink, there is a scene when he is possessing Alaric's body when his henchman Maddox holds up a bottle of bourbon and says "this was all I could find, guy likes his bourbon" and Klaus replies "I knew there was something about him I liked." So I have taken that and run with it. Beyond that, I think he likes champagne (of course he does, he's a bon vivant at heart) and I also think he drinks any of the typical New Orleans drinks, like Ramos gin fizzes, sazeracs, and even brandy milk punches, etc. (a lot of those are breakfast drinks though, although the sazerac is definitely NOT). I suspect he also likes cognac.

Rebekah is a gin drinker. And a champagne drinker because she is Klaus's usual sidekick and that is what they drink together. But she prefers gin, and she still drinks a lot of old fashioned sidecars and prohibition era drinks because she hasn't really moved on from that phase yet, even though she' is well and truly awake's been undaggered awhile. She likes sweet drinks in general though. She's got the palate of a teenager, and likes her fun fruity drinks.

Elijah prefers scotch, neat, but he also drinks all sorts of other things-- brandy, cognac, bourbon, VODKA, etc-- but again, basically always served neat. He's not fussy but he does have expensive taste. He also likes wine when he's feeling social, but it's not what he drinks when he's by himself.

Kol is the most widely travelled and the most sociable. I suspect he drinks whatever is popular wherever and whenever he is, because he likes to have a good time and to show others a good time (even if he also often eats his friends, whatever). Like I think he has the vibe of someone who prefers tequila but idk how often that actually translates to drinking tequila.

Finn drinks the way a medieval person drinks. He drinks beer during his meals because it's habitual/pretty much the same idea as drinking water. While I could see him getting fixated on various hipster beers, he is preoccupied with Higher Things so he has not had a chance to pursue that. When he is feeling festive he drinks mead. He, also, likes vodka.

[angelsworks]

Hello, a while ago I requested a second part of lost obsession for the yandere brothers mikaelson.

Lost Darling Yandere!Mikaelson Brother x reader (separate)

Type: Headcannon

Kind of a part two to this ask

Summary: After some time with your yandere they grow tired of you for one reason or another only to feel regretful later on.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, death.

Note: For anyone else who has had this happen please re-request so I’ve got some way to track it. Sometimes if you request in a message I forget. I don’t mean to of course. But an ask would really help in future. Thank you ❤️

Klaus Mikaelson

Following from the previous ask he’d moved on and left you. Well not officially of course. He still came and went as he pleased. Not letting you move on, but not giving you any sort of real relationship with him.

You fell into a state of being lost and confused. Everything Klaus had twisted and made you believe was false. It was hard to live such a solitary life. Knowing that any relationship you did form Klaus would still ruin somehow.

His version of always and forever ended when it came to you. That was what hurt the most. That for 1000 years he’d stood by his siblings and put them before anything else. Then after a questionable start to your relationship he’d made you believe you were in that category. A person he would move heaven and earth for.

It was sometime after the last visit from Klaus. The space between visits could be anywhere from days to months. It made you question time and any thoughts of leaving him.

Yet the constant limbo of emotions was too much for you. Leading you to plan an escape. Well not really an escape when your captor was no longer interested in you.

You knew it was guilt more than anything that kept Klaus coming back to you. He didn’t really love you anymore. He’d found someone new, a new obsession to love and pour all his affection into.

Despite his many promises of forever and eternal life, in the end you were only a play thing to him, something he easily tossed aside when things got boring.

When Klaus returns months later after enough guilt has built up inside him, he finds the house empty. No note, no number, no scent of you.

From this he assumes the worst. That you’ve been taken by some of his enemies. It takes him a few moments to realise no one knows where you are.

The very last thing he thinks of is that you’ve left by your own accord. The idea stays with him and bothers him more than it should.

His current obsession suffers your previous fate. He loses interest in them and it causes them to be tossed aside. He can’t get the idea of you out of his head and he needs to get you back.

He spends the next few months going through his contacts to try and find you. In the end he inevitably does. Not that you were trying to hide.

He’s surprised by what he finds. It’s you but a more competent, independent and confident version of you. He’s not sure if he likes it or not.

When he confronts you about leaving you spew out your well thought out arguments against him. Telling him that he can’t use you like a toy and that whatever relationship the two of you have had is over.

He doesn’t take it well, but he sees that you’ve changed in his absence.

It could go one of two ways. He could leave you and forever think of you as the one that got away.

Or he could fall back into his obsession with you. Stalking you and trying to understand everything about this new version of you. As you’ve definitely changed compared to the last time he did this.

Elijah Mikaelson

Like Klaus, Elijah had set you up in your own house - all expenses paid.

Unlike Klaus, he’s chosen to sever all ties with you.

You your new found loneliness independence, you’ve learnt to do everything by yourself again. You quite enjoy the new life you lead away from Elijah’s thumb.

You’ve got enough money to last for a long time thanks to Elijah. A town is close enough that you can walk to it from your house. The town is filled with people you can now talk to freely.

You almost feel thankful that elijah found someone else. Although you were at first incredibly hurt and shocked by the news, it seems to have turned out for the best. Regardless of the new impenetrable walls that now sit around your heart.

Elijah thinks this new obsession is what he wants. As time goes on he finds himself becoming more agitated and less composed with them. He finds everything they do to be wrong in some way, too annoying, too loud, too not you.

He realises a few months down the line that no amount of dressing them up in clothes similar to the ones you used to wear or calling them your nickname will make them you.

Despite his process of dealing with his obsession being identical to how he dealt with you, it doesn’t create an identical version of you.

So after much compulsion and compensation he moves on from that obsession and seeks you out once more.

He expects to see you as a shell of your former self. He feels waves of guilt at the image of you curled up in a ball, tears in your eyes, bones visible from lack of food, waiting at the door for him.

When he gets to the door, he doesn’t see you there. He doesn’t see you anywhere in the house.

He panics and tracks your scent. Following it to a nearby town where he sees you floating around freely, eyes wide with wonder as you appraise various items at the market, rays of sun getting trapped amongst the strands of your hair.

You definitely has not starved, your body was as perfect as the day he first saw you. He could feel him falling back into his obsession.

Only now he had to win you back in some way.

Kol Mikaelson

Maybe all the murder sprees and drinking don’t help him move on. Instead he always falls back to you.

After a lot of thinking he comes up with the idea of resurrecting you some how.

He seeks out witches and forces asks them to bring you back. To which they have to agree.

When your back you remember little. You know you felt ill and very tired before you fell asleep.

With your missing knowledge Kol decides to pretend you had just fallen asleep. Never mind the fact that you had died.

He decides to be a lot nicer to you. Knowing now how fragile you can be. Life becomes a lot nicer after the ordeal. Kol may even decide to change you to prevent any further mishaps.

Finn Mikaelson

He missed you.

After leaving you to inevitably die in a cave you can’t escape from, he feels bad. More than bad he feels horrible. Like he’s the cruelest being on earth.

After little self control and seeing the error of his ways he comes back to the cave.

Only to find that he was to late. Either due to natural or unnatural causes you had died.

Being alone with no hope of escape in a cave had gotten the best of you.

He can’t bring himself to try and resurrect you. He feels he’s put you through enough already. His obsession dies here.

He might even sought out some white oak stake if guilt becomes too much.

[fandoms--fluff]

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

Caregivers Davina Claire and Kol Mikaelson Headcannons

Little female witch reader x Momma Davina and Daddy Kol

Davina would be called Momma

Kol would be called Daddy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snuggling at any time>>>>

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

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

Waking them up by jumping on their bed

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

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

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

She teaches you some spells to grow flowers and such

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

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

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

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

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

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

Being super cuddly when you're regressed all the way

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

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

[volturissideslut]

𝕶𝖔𝖑 𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓

Number 12, we've hit the afternoon now

“Kol” you whine, trying to ignore the gentle tugs to your foot. “Let me sleep, five more minutes.” Head turned away and eyes squeezed shut to avoid the invading morning light, your please are completely ignored by your  boyfriend. In fact, he was getting fed of of your shit, have asked for ‘five more minutes’ long enough to get you an hour.

“No can do darling, your coming with me” his smile is teasing though his words are menacing, hoisting you up into his arms and forcefully peeling the blankets off of you. With a halfhearted throw the quilt lies discarded and half on the floor. Not that he cares.

You resign your fight and just let him carry you, too much effort to argue this early (though its actually closer to afternoon now) in the morning. In your disgruntled state you hardly notice the sweet smell of pancakes when you’re escorted down the stairs of your small home. “Kol did you make breakfast?” you’re eyes flick up to meet his”

“Oh now you’re opening your eyes” he laughs, shaking his head in joking disapproval and little ‘tut tut’s’  leaving his mouth.

“You knew what you were up for when you got with me” you shrug, beginning to wriggle and writhe out of his arms and try to stand on your own two feet. A pointless act, Kol would never drop you, and by the time your act was semi-successful he had plopped you down in your seat by the kitchen side anyway.

“Kol did you really?” you look at him, eyes a little watery. 

“Yeah yeah,” he rolls his eyes, pretending not to like the fuss you were giving him. You see right through him though. You always do. “Just eat” he passes you a fork and sits on the other side of the island counter to eat it with you. A giant stack of pancakes slathered in fruit and syrup.

“Any special occasion?”

“No, just thought I’d do something nice”

[plottwist-me]

From gold to indigo

This is inspired by the song Indigo by Sam Barber I keep seeing a bunch of edits and all I can think about is Kol Mikaelson angst “I used to shine like gold but now I'm all indigo” idk why but the song just makes me feel things sad things but things. Sorry if the end is a bit rushed I wrote this at like 2:30 am also fuck cannon this was written for fun with a bunch of personal headcannons

Kol was playing with Henrik, showing him small demonstrations of magic in front of their family hut, his father had taken Finn and Elijah hunting, and Rebekah and Klaus were inside helping his mother. It was one of his earliest memories and also one of his happiest. His parents hated it when he did magic his mother would shriek and scold him, and his father would, in turn, beat him for disobeying his mother. But when they were busy and he was alone or with his younger brother, He loved the feeling of connection his magic gave him and letting flow out and around himself, he still remembered wandering the woods and finding injured birds cradling them carefully, and pushing his magic into them enveloping them in a warm golden glow. All his spells shined like gold, a reflection of himself or that's what one of the women of the village had told him even when he accidentally conjured storms the lighting striking molten gold, she had caught him once trying to heal a fox kit after its den was attacked by a bobcat, the parents had managed to chase it off before dying of their injuries. She had been drawn to the intensity of his magic she had shown him a proper healing spell, helping him control it. She had taught him everything she knew throughout his life before, everything his mother was supposed to but was too afraid to teach him.

Now in his new body, Kaleb’s body, He pushed his magic towards a bundle of wilting flowers, his golden light nowhere in sight, instead it was an indigo hue settling like a cloud of mist over the bundle of forget-me-nots, the feeling of it unfamiliar, he hated it, no matter how much his mother preached about undoing her mistake, The curse was too dark and they've been suffering too long. He would never get over her betrayal, even if his siblings did. Finn, being a prime example, his eldest brother hung off her every word, believing this a second chance. Kol hated hit. He was shoved into this body, brought back against his will, and then expected to be grateful and do anything his mother asked of him.

Screw that, maybe if she had been honest with him instead of spewing empty promises of fixing him, She could shove him in all the bodies he wants in the hopes of gaining his loyalty, but not even she can heal his mind. He used to shine like gold. Now, because of her and his father, he's all indigo. And for that, he will make sure she wishes she left him dead.

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Southern Nights

Title: Southern Nights 🌃

Word Count: 3,500

Warnings: Nightmares, talk about death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bloody hell, she must hate him now.

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

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

Not that he could blame her. 

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

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

And he'd tried.

"You liar!"

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

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

That was just it. He had nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Surgere,” He muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure? I could-” He started.

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

Kol sighed. “Davina, I-”

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

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

“What?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Kol.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kaleb?”

“Hmm?"

“How did you die?”

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

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

“Neither did I.”

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

“Kaleb?”

“Yes?”

And she asked: “Did you scream?”

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

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

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

“Kol?”

“Yes?”

A pause. 

“This doesn’t mean I trust you.”

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

“Goodnight,” She said.

“Sweet dreams, Davina Claire.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

-> a lot— he panicked A LOT

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

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

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

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

-> moving on from Christmas though

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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