MULTIFANDOM IMAGINES

Kol Mikaelson ~ Transparent

Requested by anonymous

A/N: Sorry this sucks, but I'm not that familiar with Kol yet

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Includes: Harsh language and mentions of violence

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"Rebekah Mikaelson!" I screamed through the house of the Mikaelson family. I slammed the door and threw my duffle bag filled with essentials onto the living room couch. I plopped next to my bag and saw Elijah rush in with Rebekah and Hope by his side. They both let out sighs of relief, and Elijah guided his niece back to wherever they had come from. Rebekah smiled at me, and I got up, hugging her tightly.

"What are you doing here, Y/N? I thought you were in Ireland with Liam," the blonde said with a puzzled expression. I pursed my lips and shook my head.

"Yeah, about that . . . . . me and Liam are kinda done," - Rebekah raised her perfect eyebrows - "and I came to New Orlenes to see if you, as my best friend, can help me."

"Yeah, of course, what is it?"

"I might be uh . . . .  just a little knocked up," I licked my lips and motioned my fingers to show how "little" of pregnant I really was.

"Excuse me?" Rebekah laughed nervously, but when my face remained serious, her face dropped. "Bloody hell, you're serious," she gasped, and my lips fell into a straight line. 

"Can you help me out? It's Liam's kid, but I refuse to go back to that cheater," I grit my teeth at just the thought of my ex.

"That's what best friends are for, aren't they?" The Mikaelson stated, and I grinned at her.

"I couldn't help but listen in on your conversation," Klaus interrupted as he strutted in. We groaned, and I rolled my eyes. "And I really wish you'd let me snap this Liam fellow's neck. But, I know you don't like my violence, Y/N/N," he commented and grabbed a glass of blood. 

"Can you ever sense when you're not wanted?" I snarked, and Klaus smirked at me.

"But being unwanted makes it so much more fun."

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*Two months later*

I woke up abruptly from my wistful dream and ran to the bathroom that connected to my bedroom. I barely made my way to the toilet before throwing up my dinner provided by Elijah's amazing cooking skills. I stayed in my bathroom for over an hour just waiting for my nausea to be over, and I was stumbling up to head back to my bed when I heard the front door slamming shut, rumbling the house.

Soon, I heard Klaus scolding someone while Rebekah yelled at her brother to be quiet before he woke anyone. "I think Kol woke everyone with his . . . . entrance," Elijah snapped. I slowly made my way to my door, where I put my ear to it.

"Well, I'm sorry, Elijah. I didn't expect you to be needing sleep. Or is there someone here that rests for energy?" A foreign British voice inquired with a certain mischief that sent me on edge.

"No," Rebekah said immediately. 

"No, there isn't," Klaus finished.

"Are you sure? Because I can smell someone that's not supposed to be here. I know Bekah doesn't wear rose perfume, so who is it?" the voice asked, and Klaus scoffed.

"No one . . . . just a friend of Rebekah's. She lives here now, and I wouldn't recommend causing a fight right now, Kol, before she gets hurt, and we shove a white oak stake through your heart," Elijah threatened darkly, and the man chuckled.