Original imagines: Imagine Kol constantly teasing you about the obvious crush you have on him & Imagine Rebekah telling Kol that you like him & Imagine Kol deciding to stay the night when you are drunk so he can look after you and you wake up in his arms
Reader gender: female
Word count: 3538
‘How is it that I always end up being roped into one of your sadistic plans of killing someone?’ I asked with a fake smile on my lips as I stood to the side, watching the foyer fill with glamorous women and handsome men.
‘Because you can’t refuse my looks?’ he whispered into my ear.
I rolled my eyes. 'You know, I’ve never understood why people always say that you have a big ego,’ I said, smiling at a girl from my class as she stumbled past us before turning my head to face my company. 'If anything, you’re the most modest man I’ve ever met.’
Damon glared at me as he returned my fake smile. He leant down slightly so that he didn’t have to raise his voice as he spoke. 'Are you a little testy because the original dick doesn’t fancy you? Because, I’ve heard things-’
'What?’ I hissed, my mouth and eyes widening as the Salvatore stood up, smirking to himself.
'Come on, did you really think that Caroline could keep a secret like that?’ he asked before taking a sip from his champagne glass. 'And here I thought you had everyone figured out. I mean, you’ve certainly got me and I bet you have lover boy already-’
'Shut up,’ I said through gritted teeth, suddenly very aware that half of the company at the Mikaelson’s ball were vampires.
'Bet you’re thinking twice about refusing to help us now, aren’t you?’ Damon took another sip from his glass before he turned back to face me; a look of pure enjoyment on his face. 'Does the Mikaelson know how you feel about him?’
'Damon…’ I said with a warning tone.
'Do you think he feels the same way?’ he asked, scanning the crowd, probably for the Mikaelson.
'Damon,’ I repeated, though this time with a harsher tone.
'I wonder if telling him would-’
'If I agree to help you, will you keep your mouth shut?’ I sighed angrily.
Damon’s eyes turned back to me with a successful gleam. 'I’ll keep sealed as tight as the vampires’ tomb.’
I bit my tongue as I looked around the room, noticing how the guests were slowly making their way to the staircase where the Mikaelson family were gathering together.
'You have to shake on it or there’s no deal,’ Damon sang as he bent his head to my ear.
I turned my body completely around, causing Damon to stand upright with a smug grin on his face. He slowly extended his hand which I grabbed harshly, pumping it once before pulling my hand back, though failing to do so as Damon held it in a grip like a vice.
'Pleasure doing business with you,’ he said as he leant down so that his face was a few inches from mine. I recoiled in disgust, yanking back my hand harshly so that he had to let go. 'I’ll come find you later to fill you in with the plan.’
'Hang on, you don’t even know what you’re doing?’ I asked incredulously.
'Please,’ Damon said as he took another glass of champagne as a waiter passed. 'I’m making this up as I go along.’ He winked at me before wondering off through the crowd, no doubt in search of Elena.
I stood at the edge of the room, staring after the vampire with red in my eyes. I hadn’t even been living that long in Mystic Falls yet, the second I find out about the supernatural beings that lived alongside the humans, unfortunately through my own stupidity of walking the streets at night, I get pulled into the supernatural world of politics, doppelgangers and the Salvatore brothers. Not something I would willingly get myself involved in.
Despite knowing about vampires and werewolves and witches galore, I knew very little about the Mikaelson family.
There were five children and a mother who had recently returned from her coffin. Finn was the eldest, though Klaus and Elijah liked to think that they were, Kol was the youngest brother and Rebekah was the youngest of them all. Rebekah and I had met, or rather bumped into each other, in a shop. Not my usual place for enjoyment but I blame Caroline and her desire to buy a good prom dress.
Rebekah had taken pity on me being dragged into their world of death and destruction so offered to buy me a drink and have a chat. I think she just wanted someone to talk to and saw someone who wasn’t completely repulsed or afraid of her family and took the opportunity. I was glad she did, though. Having someone who wasn’t in league with Damon Salvatore was refreshing for both of us.
That was when I had met Kol. He had come into the Mystic Grill to complain about there not being enough things to do in Mystic Falls so came to his sister for advice. Of course, my track record with guys was practically blank hence why, when the Mikaelson boy had turned his attention to me, I couldn’t help but blush and fall silent. After he had left, Rebekah decided to make a plan for me to get with her brother. That and make a lot of jokes. Which still continued two months later.
'Stop looking for him,’ said Rebekah from my side. I turned to her, watching her drink as she examined the crowd. 'You’ll make it too obvious if he catches you and you’ll turn red. As usual.’ She took another sip of her drink before turning to face me with that Mikaelson smirk.
'I wasn’t looking for him…’ I said as I grabbed a glass of alcohol from a passing waiter, drinking it like it was water.
'Of course you weren’t. You were just stalking the crowd like a hungry vampire for nothing.’ I glared at Rebekah who simply smiled as she continued to look at the passers by. 'On the subject of my brother, have you spoken to him?’
'About what?’ I asked as I finished the champagne.
Rebekah rolled her eyes as she spoke, 'about your crush.’
'I don’t have a crush on Kol!’ Rebekah turned to me with a raised brow. I gave her an awkward smile as I returned my gaze to the crowd, only stopping when my eyes landed on the devil himself. He was chatting to a tall, blonde girl in a red dress; a smug smile on his lips as he brushed his hand over her bare shoulder.
'Try not to get too jealous,’ Rebekah said as she leaned towards me. 'He’s only trying to get that reaction out of you.’
'I’m not jealous…’ I muttered, both of us knowing that I clearly was.
'This wouldn’t have happened if you just told him how you felt.’
'Yeah, sure, because that always works out for the best,’ I said, giving her a glare before taking her drink from her hand and downing it.
'Well if you won’t, then I will.’ I had barely registered Rebekah’s words as Kol looked over the girls shoulder at me; his smirk growing causing my heart to jump.
Quickly, I looked away, hoping that he hadn’t seen me stare at him this whole time. 'Go ahead, I dare you,’ I said with a smug smile. Rebekah smiled deviously before walking off, reaching her brother just as Elijah called them to the stairs. I couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. Though I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, I knew that it would be a bad idea for Kol to know how I felt. He would never let it go, for starters and would definitely try to use it against me in every way possible.
It was only when I started to think of the Mikaelson boy that I had found myself looking at him on the stairs. Not only was that ten tonnes of embarrassment pushing on my cheeks making me blush, but his stare seemed to have the same effect.
Have you ever had that feeling when you’re staring at someone and they’re staring at you and you can’t move? That was what I was going through. He wasn’t even anywhere near me yet he made me feel as though we were the only people in the room, as clichéd as that was, and that he was standing right in front of me, looking into my mind, feeling my emotions.
He raised his empty glass to me making my eyes widen even more. His smirk grew and for a heart stopping second, I thought that he had heard everything that Damon and Rebekah had said.
In a fleeting moment of fear, worry and complete embarrassment, I ran through the crowd of moving people who were on their way to dance, towards the opposite staircase to the one the Mikaelson’s stood on, carefully trying to run up it in a graceful yet quick manner so as not to attract attention as I sought after a bathroom which strangely enough wasn’t hard to find. Just down one corridor and first door on the right.
After slamming the door shut, I let my head fall against the wood as I tried to catch my breath. I wanted to run my hands through my hair in frustration at my gawking but, as Elena had been the one to pull and tug my hair into some sort of messy yet elegant bun, I couldn’t touch it.
Instead, I walked over to the sink, turned the tap on full blast, and sprayed my face with cold water. Breathing quickly, I gripped the sides of the sink tightly as I watched the water twist and turn before plummeting down the drain.
A soft knock on the door made me whip my head up harshly. 'It’s taken,’ I said loudly; my voice trying to compete with the orchestral music from the ballroom downstairs.
The person outside clearly hadn’t heard me for they knocked again. I sighed as I tried to muster up enough energy to speak even louder without shouting. 'Sorry, you’re going to have to find another one.’ I waited, listening for a third knock which, thankfully, never came.
I sighed in relief at the solitude before turning back to face the sink and my reflection in the mirror before me. 'Oh, how I hate you, Damon Salvatore,’ I muttered to myself, regretting ever making a deal with that devil as I let my gaze drop to my knuckles which were turning pale from my hard grip.
'You and me both, love.’
My head shot up to the mirror to see Kol Mikaelson leaning against the closed door of the bathroom with a smirk on his lips; his eyes drawing me in.
I swallowed loudly, making Kol’s smirk grow, as all the colour drained from my face. 'Hope you don’t mind,’ he said, removing his hands from his pockets as he pointed back to the door. 'I didn’t realise anyone was in here. That and the door wasn’t locked.’
Sure because you don’t have vampire hearing,
I thought asI felt myself frown as I looked down at the sink, feeling incredibly embarrassed at myself and the situation. There had been a few moments where it was just myself and Kol in a room. Though I never said much. It was mainly him trying to see how much he could push me.
'It’s come to my attention that we need to have a little chat,’ he said as he slowly walked over to me.
I turned round so that my back was against the sink. 'What do you mean?’ I asked in a small voice.
'Oh, I think you know,’ he said with a smirk as he took another step towards me.
'Sh-Shouldn’t you be with your family downstairs?’ I asked; my voice shaky as Kol stopped a few metres away.
'Now, why would I want to do that when the most stunning lady of the ball is up here?’ As he spoke, he gently brushed his hand across my cheek. I pulled away slightly making him frown, only briefly, before his smirk returned. 'I thought you wanted me, love?’ He took another step towards me, leaning his head so that his lips were a breath away from my neck. 'I’ve seen all your little looks at me, thinking that I wouldn’t notice.’ He pressed his lips against my skin before he spoke again. 'How you heart jumped when I caught you looking…’
I wanted to give in but his teasing somehow made my blood boil. I pulled away, trying not to look into his eyes before walking towards the door, pulling it open harshly before storming towards the stairs.
I was only a few feet away when Kol appeared right in front of me. 'What do you want, Kol?’ I asked, glad to have finally found my confidence and lost my embarrassment. I didn’t want to think back to how many glasses of champagne I had actually had for fear of over thinking what I was capable of. That was something that I did have a track record for. But it certainly wasn’t a good one.
Kol tilted his head to the side as he smirked. 'Do you think so bad of me?’
'Well, you wouldn’t be paying attention to me if you didn’t want something,’ I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
Kol laughed as he lightly pulled at the strands of hair hanging by my face. 'Perhaps I just want a bit of fun with an exquisite charm?’ I rolled my eyes as I swatted his hand away, only making his smirk grow. 'Come on, darling. You look absolutely stunning and we both know you’re practically in love with me,’ he said before taking a step towards me so that his face was inches from mine. 'So what’s holding you back?’ he breathed as he leant into kiss me but I pulled away.
'Do you think that this is some sort of game?’ I asked. Just as Kol was about to speak, I continued. 'You flirt with every girl you see, charming them and sleeping with them so why the hell would I love you? You’re a sadistic creep.’
I pushed past the vampire and walked down the stairs, immediately grabbing the railing for fear of falling down them, knowing that my condition was hardly sober. I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes. I hadn’t meant any of what I said. Maybe subconsciously I did but I was just hurt. Kol always charmed women into sleeping with him and always got what he wanted. He had probably thought that I just thought he was attractive. I don’t think he actually realised how I felt about him. He was wrong, I didn’t love him, but I certainly didn’t hate him.
Before I knew it, cold hands were gripping my upper arms, spinning me around to face them. 'You look like you’ve just been shot in the chest,’ said Rebekah as she examined me. 'No bite marks or love bites. Not that I can see, at least, so nothing bad has happened.’
'Unless you count Kol kissing my neck in the bathroom as bad…’ I muttered.
Rebekah smiled. 'You little minx. I was wondering where you and my brother were during the dance.’ She folded her arms across her chest as she looked me up and down with a smile. 'I’m now almost disappointed that I can’t see any love bites.’
'Whatever,’ I slurred. 'I’m just glad you didn’t tell him I liked him.’ Rebekah simply smiled at me, letting it all sink in. I felt my eyes widen as I looked at her in shock, hoping that she was going to agree yet, it never came. 'You told him?!’
'Of course I did. You weren’t getting anywhere with your 'stolen glances’ and that shy attitude you have. So, I took matters into my own hands. And would you look at that?’ she said as she looked over my shoulder. 'Guess who’s coming over?’ she asked with a smug smile.
'I’m going to kill you.’
Rebekah just smiled as she walked away; her position soon taken by Kol. His face looked sad, hurt almost but his tone of voice gave another impression. 'Would you care to explain to me why you walked off?’
'Why do you care?’ I asked, knowing that my voice was rising. 'You’ve got what you wanted so why even bother trying to make it worse?’
'I don’t understand,’ he said, frowning.
'Well, of course you don’t! You’re Kol Mikaelson!’ I said, feeling the effects of the champagne taking over. Normally, I would have stopped myself, but I just didn’t want to. 'The second you hear that another girl has fallen for you, you’re done! That’s it for you! You don’t care anymore because you’ve got what you wanted. I’m just another girl on the list for you.
You know, at first I was annoyed that Rebekah told you I liked you but now-’
'Rebekah hasn’t told me anything,’ said Kol calmly.
'I-wait what?’ I asked; the colour draining from my face.
'She told me to come and speak to you. That’s why I went upstairs. But seeing the way you looked, I couldn’t help myself…’
I frowned as I looked at him, realising what Rebekah had done. 'Well…that’s not at all embarrassi-
'You like me?’
I looked at Kol, or at least, one of the Kol’s. I tried to come up with the quickest, most believable lie possible but just ended up falling forward to the floor.
The first time I woke up that night, I was being held tight against someone’s chest. It felt funny as they were talking to someone, maybe in a car? But I seemed to be more focused on the fact that their fingers were stroking my hair whilst their other hand rested warmly against my arm, drawing circles on the skin.
The second time I woke up, I heard my uncles voice, agreeing to someone coming in before saying that he was going to a bar.
The third was when I felt lips against my neck. An arm wrapped loosely yet protectively around my waist. Another hand stroking my hair. A voice mumbling sweet words against my skin. A chest warming my back. Confessions of love and adoration echoing through the room. 'I’m definitely dreaming, right?’ I muttered as I turned over so that my face was in their chest.
The man chuckled before placing his hand back around my waist, pulling me against his body. 'Just hung-over.’
'Oh,’ I sighed as I brought my hands up to grip the mans shirt. He placed a kiss on my forehead as I nuzzled my head further into his chest. 'Can we stay like this forever?’
He laughed. 'I think you might be drunk instead.’
'Please?’ I whispered, ignoring his words.
'As you wish, darling,’ he breathed.
The final time I woke up, I thought I was dying. My head felt like it was being banged against a stone wall, my mouth was more dry than a desert.
I moaned as I reached for a glass of water on my bedside table, downing its contents before noticing two tablets beside it.
I slowly sat up, frowning as I picked up the little note under the glass; the front with my name on it in calligraphic writing. I slowly opened it, smiling at the note inside; the words
with arrows pointing to either side, obviously pointing to the other glass water and pills.
Quickly swallowing them, I looked at the clock in front of me to see that it was midday. Moaning as I pulled myself from bed, I walked to the door to wrap my dressing gown round me, only stopping for a moment to see that I was no longer in my ball gown but in a small nightdress.
I looked round the room with a frown, my eyes stopping briefly on a dinner jacket draped over my dressing table chair.
Slowly, I walked down the stairs, looking to see if there were any other indications to what happened the previous night.
Just as I had reached the bottom of the stairs, a loud knock echoed through the house. Wincing at the sound, I walked over and cautiously opened the door to the bright sky to see Damon staring down at me. 'Rough night?’
'Shut up,’ I said as I opened the door wide to let him in.
'Where’s Uncle Dan?’ he asked.
'I have no idea…’ I said as I slowly shut the door.
Damon laughed. 'Not been up long then?’
'Please tell me you have a reason for being here,’ I said as I sighed, pulling the dressing gown closer to my body.
'Well, I just came to see how you were since you left the ball pretty early last night.’
Damon frowned at me before smiling. 'You mean, you don’t remember?’
'I remember wanting to stab you,’ I said with a deadpanned voice.
Damon raised his arms in surrender. 'Okay, ghost face.’
'I’m not in the mood to play games so just tell me.’
'We managed to do what we needed to do without any issues. I slept with Rebekah and Elena’s pissed at me. That’s about it.’
'You slept with Rebekah?!’
'Details. Anyway, she told me to come and check on you as she had to go back home and sort some stuff out. So, that’s my job done. Bye,’ said Damon as he walked round me to the door.
'Hey, you never came and found me,’ I said, making him stop just before opening the door.
'For the plan?’
Damon laughed. 'I didn’t need to. You had already done it.’ I looked at him, confused. Damon simply laughed before cupping my face in his hands. 'The plan was to get Kol distracted so that we could look round the place. You distracted him so well that you even got him out of the house. What was the point in telling you the plan when you had already accomplished it?’
I looked at the vampire in shock as he lightly tapped my cheeks before walking away. 'You did good, kid,’ he said as he walked towards the front door of my house. 'Almost too good, apparently.’
I frowned as I turned to find Damon staring at me with a smirk. 'Look at who decided to drop by!’
Standing in the doorway was a smirking Kol holding two foam cups and a paper bag. Damon turned to give me a questioning look as I wrapped my arms around my middle, trying to fight the blush that was forming. 'Still wearing your outfit from last night?’ asked Damon as he inspected the original. Kol didn’t batter an eyelid as he looked at me.
'Haven’t been home yet.’
'You seem to be missing something though.’
'Ah, my fault entirely,’ said Kol as he crossed the threshold, making Damon’s brows rise even more so than before. I mentally slapped myself as that would have to be another thing I had to explain to Damon and the others at a later date. 'I must have left my coat upstairs when I took it off last night,’ Kol finished as he walked over to me, placing a kiss on my cheek before walking past me to the kitchen.
Damon’s mouth dropped open slightly as he took everything in. I bit my lip as I smiled awkwardly, knowing that in less than an hour, everyone in Mystic Falls would know everything.