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It Always Starts As Friends: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: Hello love could you possibly do one with kol where you’re best friends and get jealous when he starts to hang out with davina a lot. Maybe the reader and kol end up together or something just a whole bunch of angst and fluff please? sorry if it’s really descriptive.

I’m so sorry that this has taken so long, but I hope you like it. Also for the purpose of this imagine in relation to the gif, just imagine the reader is Davina (it was the best one I could find and Kolvina is too perfect). Enjoy x 

There was only one word for what you were feeling. It was not a word you often used, nor was it one that you particularly liked. It also meant that you had the potential to be a cliche, which was something you most definitely did not to be. 

It started to bubble up when your best friend, Kol Mikaelson, started hanging around with Davina Claire. They were laughing and smiling at the young witch’s failed attempt to perform a simple spell that Kol was trying to teach her. 

It started to overheat when you saw the way Davina looked at him. It was the way you had seen many girls look at him before, with awe and admiration, like he was the only thing that mattered. However, it had never bothered you this much before. 

“Jealousy.”

A voice came from behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts. Turning, you saw Niklaus, his own signature smirk, which was very different from Kol’s, prominent on his face. 

“I’m sorry?”

“Jealousy. I believe that’s what you call what you’re feeling right now, Y/N. And I must tell you, you definitely do not suit it.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not jealous.”

Klaus rolled his eyes.

“Are you sure about that love? It just seems to me that if you keep staring at Davina Claire in that way, you’re probably going to burn a hole in her head. And before you start protesting that my little brother is your purely platonic best friend, I’ll remind you that you’re not the first to fall for my brother, nor will you be the last. No-one’s going to blame you for feeling that way.”

Klaus walked away, leaving you to chew on his words. 

It was true that ever since Kol had come back from the dead, you had felt a stronger bond with him. One that was much stronger than the string that was friendship. 

It wasn’t until Davina kissed Kol on the cheek before leaving that you truly accepted it. 

You were in love with Kol Mikaelson. 

“Told you.”

“Oh shut up, Klaus. Just tell me what to do.”

Klaus’ advice was far from helpful when you told him that he was right. He seemed more focused in bathing in the glory of being right than actually tackling the problem. 

Leaving him to his own devices, you decided to think it over in your room. It had been two days since you’d given into your feelings for your best friend, and as a result had tried to avoid him at every cost. 

It was torture. 

It was torture not seeing his flawless face, not ruffling that silky hair, not looking into those beautiful brown eyes. It was torture not seeing his smile, his smirk, his smug expression whenever he was right. It was torture not hearing his laugh, the noise that was music to your ears. 

It was torture not being near him. 

Elijah had told you that Kol had been spending more and more time with Davina, her affections for him clearly growing each day as he taught her magic. 

Sighing, you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist. It was one Kol had given you on your birthday so many years ago, your birthstone dangling from it, refracting any light that shined off it. 

“Why did I have to fall in love with you, Kol Mikaelson?”

“You love me?”

Eyes widening at the sound of Kol’s voice, you looked up at him standing in the doorway. The look of shock on his face matched yours. He had clearly heard. 

“Um, what are you doing here?”

“You’ve been avoiding me, I came to see what’s wrong. But never mind that, I think we should discuss what you just said.”

You struggled for words, backing away towards the head of the bed as Kol sat on the edge of it, staring at you intently. 

“I-I-”

“Love me.”

“Um, yes. Although you weren’t supposed to hear that. I mean, you were supposed to hear that, just not yet. I mean,-”

Your words were cut off when Kol placed his lips on yours. The kiss was sudden, passionate, everything you had imagined and more. He pulled you closer to him, his hands on the small of your back as he set your heart on fire. 

When both of you pulled apart for air, and the fire in your chest extinguished, he tucked a lonely piece of hair behind your ear, smiling at you. 

“What was that for?”

He looked down, his nose gently knocking against yours. You shivered, the feeling of his skin on yours enough to make you think you were dreaming. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that, Y/N,” as he spoke, he began to fiddle with that bracelet on your wrist, before taking your hand and drawing patterns on your palm. 

“When you’ve been alive for a thousand years, there’s always the possibility that at some point you’re going to become a character in a story. A generic story where the guy gets the girl and everything’s happy-go-lucky. Everything’s easy. Even us Mikaelsons, who constantly put people in danger, who have trouble following them around like a bloody lost puppy, get it sometimes. Klaus with Hope, and then again with Cami. Elijah with Hayley. I guess it was only a matter of time before I got it too.”

You cupped his cheek, not quite understanding where he was going with this. 

“What are you talking about, Kol?”

This time, as he spoke, the patterns on your palm ceased to exist, and his brown eyes set sight on you. 

“I’m talking about the fact that in these generic stories, it always starts as friends. And to be honest, I was hoping it would be you. I guess what I’m saying is, I love you Y/N Y/L/N. Always have, always will.”

You kissed him again, throwing yourself into the hurricane that would become the story of Y/N Y/L/N and Kol Mikaelson. 

@anoasisinawasteland​‘s fic request “if you could do anything about Team Legends - being domestic/arguing on the ship… - going on a vacation and wrecking havoc, being the adorable, nerdy fuck ups. Time Mum and Dad being disappointed but also joining in on the fun. - Gideon’s pov over the team. Like a day in the life of Gideon and how she sees and reacts to the team” (LoT fandom)

i’m so sorry it took so long ! i’ve been swamped with work and stuff and i was hesitating between writing this and a gideon’s pov fic. - the latter will definitely happen at some point, because I absolutely love the idea.

hopefully you’ll like it! 


“This is a bad idea.”

 Jax shared an eye roll with Sara, both groaning loudly. From where he was leaning against Rip’s office doorframe, Ray frowned, miffed, while Nate pouted at his feet, his arms crossed in petulance. Amaya threw them a look before turning to Mick, the latter responding to her cocked eyebrow with a low grumble. Martin, unlike the others, didn’t seem undeterred nor peeved by the Time Master’s constant pessimism.

“Have a bit of faith, Captain,” Martin insisted, his grin hopeful. Rip responded by cocking an eyebrow, his expression unmoved, “We arse all responsible adults, aren’t we?”

“I beg to differ,” Rip muttered, gaze darting from one person to the other.

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