Paint On Your Smile and Hide the Broken Pieces (A Kol Mikaelson fanfic)
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  • Reads 4,226
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 2h 7m
Ongoing, First published Mar 13, 2015
Mature
How the hell did my life turn out this way? Alone most days. Most nights not being able to sleep due to the sound of my mother fucking yet another random guy in the next room. The loneliness nearly consuming me whole. Self-inflicted scars up and down each of my wrists. 

But I smile so I must be okay, right? At least that's what everyone says.

I'm Ivy Danielle Ross, a human girl, and this is the story of how my heart broke... again.
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TRIGGER WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS SELF HARM, DEATH, AND MENTIONS OF SUICIDE!
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I do not own any of the characters from The Vampire Diaries or The Originals, sadly. The only characters I own are the ones that I have made up such as Ivy. This story will be very sad at points.
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The Quarter is quiet. Marcellus controls the vampires. The wolves live like outcasts in the Bayou. The Witches have a rocky peace with the vampires. The Mikaelsons raise Hope in their family home. All is peaceful, quiet despite the minor disputes. However the newest Scottish visitors have a long history that they plan on bringing to town. --- "They don't like the idea of new vampires in New Orleans." He reports shamefully, holding his head downwards. The butler seemed as though fearing for his life. I hold the lavender ball gown up to my chest, looking at myself in the floor length mirror. "On the contrary, dear Joseph," I pause, listening as my sweet Scottish accented voice floats around the room in tranquility​. I turn to him, my ice eyes resting on him. "We are very, very old vampires." I drop the dress, and the butler looks up in fear. My movements are as fast as a striking snake, tearing out his throat in such a swift movement there's barely any mess. I look into his eyes as he raises his hands to his neck, falling to the ground in a light thump. I walk back and pick up the lavender dress, admiring my smiling reflection in the mirror as the tragically human butler bleeds out onto the expensive Russian rug. --- Some plot lines and moments of the Originals has been altered for this story. Camille is human (alive). Marcel is not a super vamp. However, Hope is seven years old. I only own the events and Characters I design, the rest all belong to the CW and the wonderful writers. Edit:: The Title has been changed from Casket Crowns to Her Majesty The reasoning is that the characters designed in this story are being used in a series of novels that will NOT be fan fictions. If you're interested in Merida and her brothers furthermore, stay tuned for the actual Fiction/Fantasy book I'll publish on my profile. August 10, 2020 UPDATE: This story is old, I started it several years ago and therefore has many flaws. Read at your own risk.