Is There Somewhere: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine
Request from Anon: Ik this isn’t on the album but can you the do the song is there somewhere? With like the reader being the girl on the side while kol and Davina are dating ? Xxx
So, I know I said my general requests are closed at the moment and that I’m only taking requests for Badlands, but with this I made my only exception because it is a Halsey song (which I happen to adore, and couldn’t resist writing). Also, dear anon, when you refer to girl on the side, I’m assuming that you meant like Kol was having an affair (not that I condone cheating in anyway), so I’m sorry if I got that wrong. Anyway, I hope this is okay for you, enjoy x
You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room
Flashing those eyes like highway signs
There used to be a time in Kol Mikaelson’s life when he knew what he wanted. Whether it be blood, revenge, a woman, he always knew what it was and how to get it.
Up until now. Up until the point where he was torn between two different women. Those being Davina, his loving girlfriend who had resurrected him for the second time, and Y/N, who was, well, she was something else.
He visited her when he could, meeting up with her in the same dingy motel room just outside of New Orleans. It was these times that he cherished, times that he spent with her. Just her.
He’d watch as she’d get so drunk, she’d just about remember her own name. She’d lose all her inhibitions then, and Kol envied how free she must have felt. How she had no ties, nothing to hold her down. It would cause him to smile as she danced to the sound of silence, her eyes lighting up as she looked at him before pulling him up so he could join her.
Two bodies. Two souls. Together.
Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder
I just wanna feel your lips against my skin
Of course, Y/N knew what Kol was. She’d known from the moment she met him. But she wasn’t the type to shy away from danger, especially when it surrounded a perfect gentleman like him.
She knew about Davina too, and when their relationship had started, she’d told Kol that she didn’t care; she didn’t mind being the girl on the side. And she didn’t. At least, she thought she didn’t.
His head was against her shoulder as they sat on the balcony; it wasn’t an unusual place to find them, it was just their spot, a place where they could really appreciate each other’s company. He passed her a cigarette, a habit he had scolded at first, but now knew better.
It gave her time to think about maybe she wasn’t okay with it all. Maybe she wanted more with him. Maybe she wanted what Davina had; his adoring words, his lips on her skin, his entire being.
She wanted him.
White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the night life
You told me this is right where it begins
“We could be something, you know?”, she said to him one night. They were lying in bed together, her having been close to passing out from her state of intoxication. It wasn’t the first time she had suggested something like this, nor would it be the last.
Kol blamed the alcohol, finding it both hard to believe that someone like her could want someone like him, and refusing to acknowledge his own feelings. If he acknowledged them, he’d have to make a choice.
He’d have to face up to his crimes. He’d become an expert at that throughout his one thousand years.
But he let her continue, under the impression that she wouldn’t remember in the morning.
“I’m serious, Kol. This could be the beginning of some epic story. One of those ones they tell on people’s wedding days. And- and it’ll be funny looking back on it because no doubt Klaus will put his own little spin on it and Elijah will scold him and I’ll start blushing and you’ll, you’ll kiss me and, and-”
He kissed her to stop her breaking his heart anymore than she already did.
But your lips hang heavy underneath me
And I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me
Whenever Kol kissed her, Y/N felt dizzy. She felt as if, in that moment, they were the only two in the world. There wasn’t the stress of his family, there was no Davina. It was just them.
The two of them against the world. She refrained from telling him so, knowing that it had been said to him before by a different girl. No, by his girlfriend.
That wasn’t her.
The more she reminded herself of that, the more his kisses felt false. She knew they weren’t, she knew he meant them, but that was the way things were. She knew that back home, he returned to a life where she didn’t exist, where Davina was his everything.
So, she promised herself she wouldn’t fall in love with him.
I’m trying not to let it show, that I don’t want to let this go
Is there somewhere you can meet me?
It was on a separate weekend that Kol realised just how much he depended on Y/N. She’d called, something she only did when there was an emergency, for the idea of being found out was just too complicated even to think about, telling him that she couldn’t make it.
She needed time to think things through, apparently.
When he hung up, the Original felt his heart sink and his mind wander. He’d almost pleaded with her, almost begged her to find time to meet him. It was the first time he’d shown any sense of desperation around her, and then he knew that he didn’t want to let her go.
But he didn’t want to let Davina go either.
And then, of course, Y/N had shown up in New Orleans.
‘Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings
And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing
She saw him across the room as he walked in the door, holding hands with the brunette she could only assume was Davina. She felt a sense of smug satisfaction as he spotted her, his eyes widening in shock.
Downing the shot in front of her, she began to march towards him, staggering slightly in her inebriated state. It had been a bold decision, she knew that, but she needed him to know.
She needed him to know how she really felt. How she’d broken her promise to herself. All because of him.
When she was inches from him, Davina having been sent to buy drinks for the two, she stumbled forward, grabbing his arms for support.
“Please, not here”, he whispered to her, his breath caressing her skin.
His words made everything come into focus.
You’re writing lines about me; romantic poetry
Your girl’s got red in her cheeks, 'cause we’re something she can’t see
Davina came over when she saw her boyfriend talking to this strange drunken woman, curiosity brimming.
Kol froze, not quite sure what to do. It was a situation he had never imagined, the two meeting. He had to admit that he was scared, knowing that Y/N had the power to ruin everything in a few words. He saw Davina’s eyes flit back and forth between the two of them, not seeing the obvious chemistry that was there.
“I’m no-one. I thought you’re lovely boyfriend here was someone I knew. Sorry.”
She turned to him.
With a sigh of relief and pain in his heart, Kol matched Y/N’s own half-smile before she left.
And I try to refrain but you’re stuck in my brain
And all I do is cry and complain because second’s not the same
When she returned home, Y/N collapsed onto her bed, tears staining her cheeks. No matter how hard she tried, she was unable to get Kol Mikaelson out of her head. He was the first thing she thought of when she woke up, the last thing she saw when she fell asleep.
Even then he was in her dreams, haunting her.
It was the first time she had really missed him. The first time she had wanted him. The first time she had wanted to claim that he was hers. The rage she’d felt looking at him alongside Davina was unimaginable.
She hated that a fling, a stupid affair, had turned into this.
So this was what it was to be heartbroken.
I’m sorry but I fell in love tonight
I didn’t mean to fall in love tonight
Kol couldn’t focus on his date with Davina. All he could think of was Y/N, all he could see was her face when she realised what she was doing, all he could hear was her voice as it broke slightly when she apologised.
Apologised for what? For being there when she wasn’t supposed to? For almost ruining it all?
For- he couldn’t believe he was letting himself think this, she was just supposed to be a fling after all- for being in love with him?
He didn’t sleep that night. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, watching the image of her swim before his eyes. He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. But it had, and he couldn’t change it.
So he got in his car and drove.
You’re looking like you fell in love tonight
Could we pretend that we’re in love?
Y/N hadn’t expected a knock at the door. She didn’t get guests, nor was she in the mood for them. But whoever it was, was obviously not giving up.
Looking out the window, she saw a car she recognised. Kol. She let herself think, only for a moment, that he was here to tell her that he’d ended things with Davina. She knew that that was only a fantasy.
He was probably there to break things off. For good.
She looked through the peep hole of her door, aiming to get a glimpse of him before she never saw him again. He had a look about him that suggested that he wasn’t angry. It was a look that screamed urgency, anxiety, nerves.
It told her that maybe her fantasy wasn’t such a fantasy after all. So, she opened the door, and saw that she was right. And even if she wasn’t, surely it wouldn’t hurt to pretend?
A small half-smile appeared on his face, matching the loving look in his eyes.