Alpha. Beta. Imagines.

Kol Mikaelson

//Requested: Can you do a Kol Mikaelson where he's is your boyfriend and you guys are having a lot of NOLA fun until he meets Davina and everything changes and you guys break up maybe? Something kind of angsty and argumentative.//

warnings: first person POV. swearing. lil bit of violence. angst (i think?).

"Come on now, Darling." He laughs, grabbing my hand and tugging me down the street. "Just one more. Don't quit on me now."

"Kol, come on!" I laugh, following behind him. "This is the fifth bar we've been to! Are you still hungry?"

"Relax, Darling!" He says, stopping and pulling me close. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder. "You and I will have our own adventures when we get home." He says smugly in my ear.

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This was the last normal date night with Kol. After that night of raiding and draining local bars and tourists, he was different. He wasn't my Kol anymore. He was hers and everybody knew it. Everyone except for me for a while.

Let me introduce Kol Mikaelson. The youngest of the Original Vampires, and the light of my life. We had met over four centuries ago and we have been dating for almost just as long.

He turned me a few weeks after we met, and that's when we became inseparable. I had given him the love and appreciation he didn't get from his family, but I was also willing to wreak a little havoc with him. He taught me to control who I became but how to revel in it as well.

We were a force to be reckoned with and no one ever successfully stood against us. We protected each other, fought for and occasionally against each other, loved each other, and hated each other at times. We were a typical, long term relationship, other than the immortal blood sucker thing.

At least, we were unstoppable. We were inseparable. We used to fight for each other and protect each other, sometimes we still do but it seems to be against each other more often. We used to love each other but now it seems like a one sided deal... Ever since she came along and everything changed.

Her name was Davina Claire, a pretty little NOLA witch and a harvest girl. She was remarkably powerful since the ritual wasn't complete and she held the power of three additional dead witches. She had a beautiful smile, a caring personality, but also a flair of the dramatics and violence. Exactly Kol's type.

He met her when he was out and about one day, the day I decided to hang back with Rebekah and catch up. He said he was going to bring back coffee and it would be a quick errand. Maybe I should've gone with him.

When he came back he was quiet, distant and distracted. I thought nothing of it at the time, but maybe I should've.

Now, a few months after he met Davina, I met her officially. Of course, I already knew of her since she was causing trouble with Klaus, but I had yet to meet her.

She lit up when Kol entered the room, as did he. A light shined in his eyes that I hadn't seen in months. He hadn't lit up for me since that night when we hit the bars, months ago. That's when I knew for sure that my Kol was gone. He now belonged solely to Davina Claire, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I couldn't change the fact that I lost Kol, but I could change my relationship with Kol. As much as I hated it, I had to end it today. I loved Kol with my whole heart, but I would not follow him around like a lost puppy waiting for him to give me a second look.

I kept to myself until we got home. I had nothing to say and so much to say at the same time. I was close to exploding, I felt it. I replayed different possible conversations in my head as we headed back to the compound. Luckily, the rest of the family was dealing with something more pressing than my relationship drama.