Multi-Fandom Imagines, X-Readers, & One-Shots

ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES - KOL MIKAELSON

Kol could feel himself swimming in the black and white ocean, wading in the shallow waters, getting particles of sand to cling on his body. It looked like a painting, but in reality, it was only the tattoo on your back. His fingers traced the lines of the horizon against the sketches of the ocean, and it tickled your bare back. You giggled at him.

"Kol!" You turned to face him, flipping over from your stomach where you had slept. His body towered over yours and pinned your hands down against the soft white pillow. In a sing-song voice, he chimed. "Yes, my darling?"

You wriggled. "Get off of me!" You told him, he playfully put his forehead to yours and let his bottom lip fall onto yours. The cold metal of your dueling lip rings, your snakebites, was a unique feeling on his own mouth.

Finally, he rolled off of you and stood from the bed, slipping on a shirt and layering up with and black and green flannel and black, thin jacket. "Get up, get dressed. Today's the day." He announced, a slight pep in his step, positive attitude resonating. A pit started to get deeper in your stomach.

"Kol, really?" You asked, he didn't skip a beat. "Yes, really. Did you think I was joking? I've already told them, Klaus planned a dinner. Even Rebekah is excited to meet you." He practically hummed at the end of each word, as he combed through his hair and looked into the mirror. You did not stir from the bed.

"I'll make it easier for you and I'll get you something to wear. Then I'll draw you a bath." Kol had a thing for being on cloud nine most of the time, he was very headstrong and very ready for anything, and that you admired about him. Before you could even detest, Kol was rummaging through your closet, carefully deciding between pieces of clothing.

Off the hanger, Kol picked out a ribbed, burnt orange sweater dress, one that was tight fitting (for his taste) and it was cut out in the back, so he knew that it show the large ocean scenery on your back. He held up the dress and leaned out from the archway of the closet. "What do you think about this, (Y/N)?" He asked.

You bit down on your bottom lip and shook your head. "I don't know, Kol. Don't you think I should wear something that covers more... skin?" You stood up from the bed and Kol took in all of you, and after thinking about how gorgeous you were, he accessed what you had said.

"It's already long sleeved. Are you afraid of them knowing you have legs? You're right, God forbid." He sarcastically joked, pressing the dress to his own body.

"You know what I mean." You rolled your eyes and slipped on a purple bathrobe. "Do you think I should take these out too? Just for the night?" You tugged at one of your lip rings. Kol then understood the point you were trying to get across.

Covering your legs were tattoos, in full colors, each one neatly done with a meaning behind them, each a story on your skin. Even down to your feet. On your hand, written on your wrist, was the year that you became a vampire. The date was truly as immortalized as you were.

You looked at the date backwards in the mirror as you fiddled with your piercing.

"Oh come now, don't tell me you're worried about my sibling's and their opinion on your appearance. I mean, we all follow an alternative lifestyle. We drink human blood and live longer than anyone we ever meet. There is plenty more to judge a person on other than what is on their skin, my lovely." He watched as your eyes brightened with every sentence he spoke.

"The only person who might say something is Rebekah. But it takes the work of a miracle to please her." He admitted.

Nervous at the idea of Rebekah not liking you, you swallowed, and took the dress from his hands.

After you had gotten ready, you walked back into the bedroom and found Kol laying down on the bed with earbuds in his ears an mp3 in his hand. His eyes were closed and you loved how peaceful he appeared. You decided that you would get earbuds tattooed somewhere as a symbol of Kol.