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Kol Mikaelson.
The youngest, hottest, most annoying Mikaelson brother.
Despite your constant bickering, you're somehow in love.
You and Kol have been together since 1688. Being tied to the youngest brother is a death sentence, but you guess it's good that you're already dead. We've had our fair share of real fights, causing us to go our separate ways from 1701 to 1703. There were many times you almost reached out first, but you're just as stubborn as Kol is.
Finally, Klaus couldn't stand Kol's constant moaning and groaning so he reached out for Kol. Of course, you went to where Kol was then living; Santorini. At first, he was snippy with you but when you threatened to leave once again, he quickly cleaned up his act and apologized.
Soon after, Kol proposed and we got married in 1716. Skipping forward to now, you're pretty fed up with his rampages. Contrary to popular belief, not everyone who is associated with the Mikealson's condone unnecessary bloodshed. You look up at the door of the plantation home opening and slamming.
Cue brotherly love.
"You seriously can't keep yourself out of my business for two bloody seconds?" Kol bellows, most likely at Klaus. You pray Elijah is nearby to help you mediate the impending doom. You slide the bookmark into your book and set it aside before standing. You make your way into the parlor, watching the boys argue silently.
"You're interfering with my plans for Marcel!" Klaus fires back. You clear your throat and they fall quiet, looking to you.
"Hello, darling," Kol chirps, walking over to kiss you. You step out of the way before he can land a kiss and glare at him.
"Both of you stop this bickering this instant. You are almost 1,020 years old and still manage to act like children," you chastise. Klaus groans and looks at the chandelier.
"Once again, this speech," he complains. You glare at Klaus and he looks down, squirming under your glare.
"I wouldn't have to whip out the speech if you would listen to it and take it to heart."
"Consider it taken," Klaus mumbles. You close your eyes, growing weary of the same conversation three times a week.
"Niklaus," you warn.
"(Y/N)," he mocks. Your eyes shoot open and you allow your fangs to protrude.
"I am fed up with this nonsense! Change your ways, boys, or you will suffer my temper in ways you have yet to see," you threaten. Klaus looks at the floor.
"Yes, ma'am," Klaus mumbles before stalking back out of the house. You sigh, exasperated. Kol wraps his arms around your shoulders. You resist the urge to push him away.
"Darling, are you angry with me?" He asks, his tone borderline teasing.
"Yes, Kol, I am angry! We've been married for coming up on three hundred years and you have yet to prove that you are trying to change like you said you were the night of our wedding. You still go out and murder innocents just because someone's comment rubbed you the wrong way." you step out of his arms and look at him.
"(Y/N)—" You hold your hand up, stopping him.
"Don't. I love you, Kol, but I cannot be with someone who kills for fun." he steps back as if he was punched in the gut.
"Klaus kills for fun," Kol counters.
"Yes, but I am not married to Klaus, am I? I am Mrs. Kol Mikaelson, not Mrs. Klaus Mikaelson. I'm sorry to do this but if you don't at least try to clean up your act, I will be a Mikaelson no more." With one last look at Kol's shocked features, you storm up the stairs and slam the door to our room.
You pace around, flinching when you hear Kol roar with anger and throw something that sounds like a vase at a wall. Then all is silent. You sit on the bed, your head in your hands.
We were never the type to throw around ultimatums, but this is the last straw. He's disregarded people as actual people, using them for his own pleasure. You may be a vampire, but you are not a monster, and you refuse to be married to one. A knock sounds at your door and you stand, smoothing down your shirt and wiping the mascara from under your eyes.
"Who is it?"
"Rebekah, love," her voice sounds from the other side of the door.
"Come in." She opens the door quietly and slips in before closing the door once again. She takes one look at your puffy eyes and opens her arms. You don't hesitate to fall into them as she strokes your hair.
"It'll be okay, (Y/N). He's just being an ass, per usual. This will blow over," she assures. You shake your head and pull back.
"I gave him an ultimatum. Slaughter or me. And, for once in your four hundred years, I don't know what he'll choose." She rubs your back and shushes your cries.
"He'll choose you, (Y/N). God knows he better or he'll be getting a white oak stake in his cold, dead heart." We giggle at that and you wipe your eyes. She lays a hand on your shoulder and kisses your cheek.
"I'll be at the compound with Klaus if you need me, okay?" You nod, grateful for her support after all these years.
"I love you, Bekah." She smiles and opens the door.
"I love you, too." She closes the door and speeds off to her brother. You sit back on the bed and look out of the window at the orchard. Once again, a knock sounds at your door. You pull yourself together, knowing who it is.
"Come in." The door opens and closes quietly but you don't turn around.
"(Y/N)?" Kol's voice sounds from behind you. You keep your back to him, watching Hope and Hayley build a snowman. You smile softly at your niece and friend enjoying the winter wonderland. "Darling, please. Look at me." You turn around at his plead and look into his eyes, shocked to see them rimmed with tears.
"Have you decided?" you ask softly, fearing the answer. Rebekah may be certain, but you're not. He nods and walks over to you, pulling you into his arms.
"I'll always choose you, (Y/N). I'm sorry. My selfishness blinded me from seeing the pain my actions have caused you over the years. I'm truly sorry. Please forgive me, my love." Your heart squeezes at the pain and longing in his voice. You look up at him and pull him in for a gentle kiss. "I love you." He rests his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling in the air.
