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Elena awoke with an unshakable sense of dread. Something bad was going to happen today—she could feel it. Whether it was because Alaric lay wounded in the hospital, the Originals were all walking free, or the unsettling fact that Esther Mikaelson had somehow returned from the dead, she couldn’t say.

For a fleeting moment, she considered staying in bed and ignoring the world, but luck had never been on her side. Her brief solitude was shattered when Stefan and Damon let themselves into her house, their voices calling for her.

With a groan, she rolled out of bed and trudged downstairs, finding the two brothers rummaging through her kitchen cupboards.

“What do you want?” she muttered, still groggy.

Damon didn’t waste time. “Elijah, Rebekah, and their two charming brothers are officially undaggered. Thought you might like to know.”

“I’m aware,” Elena replied flatly.

Both brothers turned to her, exchanging a look of confusion before speaking in unison.

“How?”

Elena sighed. “Rebekah tried to kill me last night, but Elijah stopped her. Then we talked.”

Damon’s frown deepened. “About what?”

“Their mother, Esther. She was the one sealed in that coffin.”

Stefan folded his arms. “As in the Original Witch?”

Damon’s expression darkened with anger. “What? How the hell is she even alive? I thought her hybrid freak-show of a son ripped her heart out a thousand years ago.”

Elena shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m guessing she has some powerful connections in the witching world. Elijah told me she wants to reunite their family—to live in peace, including with Klaus.”

Stefan’s frustration was evident. “She was supposed to be the weapon to help us kill Klaus.”

“Well, not anymore,” Elena said. “At least not according to Elijah.”

“That coffin was the only thing keeping Klaus from tearing us apart,” Stefan bit out.

Damon rolled his eyes. “Anyone else feeling a little used right now?”

Elena exhaled. “Look, Elijah promised me his family wouldn’t hurt us.”

Before either of them could argue, the doorbell rang.

“I believe him,” she added before walking to the front door.

When she opened it, no one was there. But on the doormat lay an envelope, her name written across the front in elegant, flowing script: Elena Gilbert.

She hesitated for a moment before picking it up, stepping back inside, and closing the door.

Stefan and Damon had already moved to the foyer, watching her intently.

Damon tried to peer over her shoulder. “What is it?”

Elena opened the envelope and pulled out a card.

“It’s an invitation,” she read aloud. “‘Please join the Mikaelson Family this evening at seven o’clock for dancing, cocktails, and celebration.’”

Stefan frowned. “Who the hell are the Mikaelsons?”

“The Original Family.”

Damon leaned against the wall, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “As if it wasn’t bad enough that they’re settling into town, now they want a housewarming party?”

Elena flipped the card over. Her breath caught when she saw the message scrawled on the back.

“Wait, there’s a note,” she murmured. “‘Elena, I think it’s time that we finally meet. Esther.’”

Elena considered the situation carefully. If Esther wanted to talk to her, perhaps she should find out why.

“That’s a dumb idea,” Damon said, his voice edged with frustration. “She already tried to kill you once.”

Stefan, however, disagreed. “No, Elena is right. Bonnie was led to open that coffin for a reason. I think there’s more to this than just some family reunion.”

Damon scoffed. “Can we go back to the time when the old Stefan actually cared if Elena lived or died?”

Stefan’s expression remained unreadable. “What for? That’s your job now.”

Elena stepped in before the tension could rise further. “Stefan has a point, Damon. I should find out what Esther wants.”

“You can’t protect yourself,” Damon shot back.

Stefan exhaled. “Okay, fine. Then I’ll go.”

Damon wasn’t having it. “You’ve pissed off enough Originals to last a lifetime. I’ll go.”

Before Elena could react, Damon snatched the invitation from her hand.

“Hey!” she protested.

“End of story,” Damon said, leaving no room for argument.

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Elena sat with Caroline, still trying to wrap her head around the latest development.

“It’s all so weird,” she mused. “The Originals are throwing a ball. Like, an actual ball.”

Caroline scoffed. “It’s some twisted Cinderella fetish, that’s what it is. And why does the Evil Witch want an audience with you?”

“I have no idea,” Elena admitted. “There’s only one way to find out.”

Caroline narrowed her eyes. “I thought you told Damon and Stefan you weren’t going.”

“I did,” Elena said, leaning forward. “Which is exactly why I need a drama-free bodyguard.”

Caroline smirked. “Well, I think a Salvatore would look way better in a tux. And by that, I mean Stefan.”

Elena groaned. “I can’t deal with either of them right now. Whatever Stefan is feeling, he’s channeling it all into his hatred for Klaus. And Damon… it’s just not a good idea.”

Caroline arched a brow. “Why? Because you two made out? Bonnie spilled the beans.”

Elena sighed. “I was going to tell you. It’s just… after everything that happened with your dad.”

“Elena,” Caroline interrupted, crossing her arms. “When you and Matt kissed for the first time freshman year, you called me the second it happened. And now I don’t even hear about this until now? From somebody else?”

“I’m sorry,” Elena said, guilt creeping into her voice. “It’s just… I don’t even know how I feel about it yet. All I know is that everything used to be so much easier.”

Before Caroline could respond, Rebekah appeared, her presence as sharp as ever.

“Careful, Caroline,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “It’s all well and good until she stabs you in the back.”

Elena’s expression hardened. “What are you doing here? I know your mom’s rules—no hurting the locals.”

Rebekah rolled her eyes. “Get over yourself, Elena. It’s not all about you.”

Without another word, she strode past them, making her way over to Matt. Elena and Caroline watched as Rebekah handed him an envelope, an invitation to the ball.

Caroline’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh my god. She’s inviting him? Why is she inviting him?”

Elena sighed. “Probably to get this reaction from us.”

Caroline scoffed, shaking her head. “Ugh. What time is this stupid dance?”

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Elena stepped into the Mikaelson mansion, her deep burgundy gown shimmering under the grand chandeliers. The strapless bodice hugged her frame elegantly, while the voluminous tulle skirt trailed behind her in soft waves. Tiny specks of glitter adorned the fabric, catching the light with every movement. Her hair was styled half up, half down, cascading in soft curls over her shoulders, framing her face with an effortless beauty that made her stand out among the crowd.

She hadn’t taken more than a few steps before Stefan and Damon appeared in front of her, both dressed sharply in black tuxedos. Their expressions, however, were anything but welcoming.

“What are you doing here?” Elena asked, her eyes flickering between them.

Stefan crossed his arms. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Damon’s smirk was laced with disapproval. “Surprise, surprise. Nice tux. But you’re not supposed to be here.”

Elena met his gaze, unwavering. “Well, I am. And I’m not leaving until I find out what Esther wants. So, shall we?”

Before either brother could argue, a smooth, amused voice interrupted.

"Now, now, what do we have here? A vision in red, standing all alone?"

Elena turned to see a younger version of Elijah approaching wearing Klaus’s signature smirk, his piercing brown eyes twinkling with mischief. He barely spared Stefan and Damon a glance before offering Elena his arm in an exaggerated display of charm.

"Allow me to escort you, love. A lady like you shouldn’t have to walk into a room without an equally charming companion."

Elena arched a brow, amusement dancing across her features. She glanced briefly at Stefan and Damon, who both looked seconds away from protesting, before slipping her hand through Kol’s arm with a slow, deliberate smile.

"Well, if you insist..."

Kol grinned, clearly pleased, and led her further into the ballroom, casting a smug glance over his shoulder at the two brothers. "Kol Mikaelson, at your service."

She tilted her head slightly, meeting his gaze. "Elena Gilbert. Though I have a feeling you already knew that."

"Guilty as charged," Kol admitted without hesitation. "But I much prefer introductions to assumptions. So, tell me, Elena Gilbert, do you dance as gracefully as you walk?"

His voice was smooth, inviting, and entirely too confident. Elena let out a soft laugh, intrigued despite herself. She had walked into the mansion with a mission, but perhaps a little fun along the way wouldn’t hurt.

“I guess you are about to find out.”

The music swelled, filling the grand ballroom with a slow, enchanting melody. Kol held Elena’s hand firmly as he led her to the dance floor, his smirk never faltering. With a practiced ease, he placed his other hand on the small of her back, guiding her effortlessly into the waltz.

“You’re quite bold, aren’t you?” Elena teased, tilting her head as she met his gaze.

Kol grinned. “And you, love, are quite daring yourself. Dancing with the devil while your knights in shining armor watch from the sidelines? Scandalous.”

Elena let out a soft laugh, twirling gracefully under his lead. “I don’t recall you being the devil.”

Kol leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Give it time.”

She rolled her eyes, though the amusement never left her face. “You Mikaelsons certainly have a flair for the dramatic.”

“I prefer to call it charisma.” Kol winked. “And tell me, darling, should I be worried about your dashing little suitors over there? They look about ready to set me on fire.”

Elena followed his gaze briefly, catching sight of Stefan and Damon standing off to the side, both wearing identical scowls. She smirked. “They’re just... protective.”

Kol scoffed. “Protective? That’s a rather generous word for obsessive, don’t you think?”

Elena bit back a smile. “And you’re just determined to get under their skin, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Kol admitted shamelessly. “But I must say, it’s only half as fun as dancing with you.”

Meanwhile, across the ballroom, Stefan and Damon had had enough. They stalked toward where Elijah and Klaus stood near the bar, both nursing glasses of bourbon.

“This is ridiculous,” Damon huffed, running a hand through his hair. “Are none of you going to do something about him?” He gestured toward Kol, who was currently twirling Elena with an infuriating level of charm.

Elijah raised a brow, glancing between them and the dance floor. “And what, exactly, is the issue?”

“The issue,” Stefan said, barely restraining his irritation, “is Kol playing his little games with Elena.”

Klaus, who had been sipping his drink idly, let out a low chuckle. “Let me get this straight.

You’ve both dragged yourselves here, uninvited, because you’re upset that Elena is dancing?”

Damon shot him a glare. “With Kol.”

Klaus smirked, glancing over at his younger brother, who was now whispering something in Elena’s ear that made her laugh. “Yes, I can see how that would be deeply troubling for you.”

Stefan clenched his jaw. “He’s just messing with her.”

“Or maybe she’s enjoying herself,” Elijah countered smoothly. “You know, not everything has to be about you two.”

Damon scoffed, but before he could reply, Klaus clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, mate. If Kol gets out of hand, I’ll be the first to put him back in his place.” His smirk widened.

“Until then, I say let the girl have her fun.”

Stefan and Damon exchanged a look, clearly unconvinced, but there wasn’t much they could do—at least, not yet. Across the ballroom, Elena and Kol continued their dance, oblivious to—or perhaps very aware of—the storm brewing on the other side of the room.

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As the song drew to an end, Kol spun Elena one last time before pulling her close, his grip firm yet effortlessly smooth. A satisfied smirk played at his lips as he leaned in slightly, his voice laced with mischief.

“As much as I do enjoy a good waltz, I find the real fun tends to happen away from prying eyes.” His gaze flickered briefly to Stefan and Damon, who were still watching like hawks from across the room.

“Care for a tour, love?”

Elena arched a brow, pretending to consider it. “And what exactly are you planning to show me?”

Kol placed a hand over his heart in mock offense. “You wound me. Can’t a gentleman simply wish to spend a little more time with a fascinating young lady?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Somehow, I doubt gentleman is the right word for you.”

“And yet, here you are, still holding my arm,” he pointed out, grinning as she failed to suppress her amusement. “Come along, darling. I promise not to bite—unless, of course, you ask nicely.”

With a dramatic flourish, Kol led her away from the ballroom and down a dimly lit hallway, the echoes of the party fading behind them.

As they walked, Elena took in the grandeur of the mansion—ornate chandeliers, intricate paintings, and walls that held centuries of secrets. She stole a glance at Kol, who seemed unusually quiet, lost in thought.

“You know,” he finally said, breaking the silence, “I used to have magic before I turned.”

Elena blinked in surprise, glancing up at him. “Wait—what?”

Kol smirked at her reaction. “Oh, yes. I was quite the prodigy, actually. A natural-born witch, just like dear old Mother.” His expression darkened slightly at the mention of Esther. “But when she turned us into vampires, she took that from me. Ripped the magic right out of my veins.”

Elena frowned. “I didn’t know that was even possible.”

“Neither did I. Not until it happened.” His tone was light, but there was something bitter underneath. “I can still feel it sometimes, like a phantom limb. Magic was a part of me, and then—gone.”

She hesitated before speaking. “That… must have been awful.”

Kol shrugged, flashing her an impish grin. “Oh, don’t go getting all sentimental on me, love. I’ve more than made up for it in other ways.”

“So,” Elena began, glancing at him, “are you just showing me around to get under Damon and Stefan’s skin, or is there actually something worth seeing?”

Kol chuckled. “A little of both, if I’m being honest. But mostly, I thought you’d appreciate a bit of history. Real history—not the kind they teach in books.”

Elena gave him a skeptical look. “And you think you can teach me that?”

Kol glanced at her sideways, then suddenly stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. With a dramatic flourish, he pushed it open and gestured for her to step inside.

“Welcome to my collection, love.”

Elena stepped into the dimly lit room, and her breath hitched slightly. The space was filled with objects—some stored in glass cases, others placed haphazardly on shelves, their dark auras practically humming in the air. The room smelled of aged parchment, burnt herbs, and something unnameable—something ancient.

“What is all this?” she asked, turning in a slow circle.

Kol strolled past her, brushing his fingers over a small dagger on the desk. “Dark objects, mostly. Some cursed, some enchanted, all rather dangerous in the wrong hands.” He picked up the dagger, twirling it between his fingers. “This one, for instance, will paralyze anyone it cuts for hours. Quite useful for when you need to make a quick escape.”

Elena eyed the weapon warily before moving on to another object—a small, ornate box with strange carvings along its edges. “And this?”

Kol’s grin widened. “Ah, that, my dear, is a binding box. Place something inside, say… a strand of hair, a bone and with a simple spell you can trap their spirit inside. Especially helpful with vengeful spirits.”

Elena swallowed, suddenly aware of just how much power sat within these walls. “Why do you have all this?”

Kol leaned against the desk, watching her carefully. “Because I miss not having magic, so I find all possible ways for me to be near it without actually having magic. But the question you should be asking is, why I am showing you this?” He paused, then tilted his head slightly, as if considering something. “Because you, Elena, come from a rather interesting bloodline.”

Her gaze snapped to his. “Yeah, a Petrova doppelganger.”

Kol smirked. “Did you really think the doppelgänger lineage was your only claim to fame?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Your family tree is tangled with something much older, much darker. A
witch’s bloodline, well traveller’s bloodline—one that was cursed centuries ago.”

Elena felt a chill run down her spine. “Cursed how?”

Kol’s grin turned almost devilish. “That, love… is a story for another night.”

“You can’t just dup a thing like this on me and not explain.”

Kol chuckled. “I can and I will, now why don’t you see if you like some object.”

Elena’s gaze settled on a peculiar object resting inside a glass case—a gold pocket watch, its surface adorned with intricate engravings of swirling roses and arcane symbols. The craftsmanship was breathtaking, each delicate detail catching the dim light of the room. The hands of the watch were frozen at an odd time, refusing to tick forward, as if trapped in a moment long past.

Kol followed her gaze and smirked. “Ah, you have good taste, love.” He stepped forward, opening the case with a flourish and picking up the watch, letting the delicate chain dangle between his fingers.

“This little trinket has quite the story. Acquired it in New Orleans, back in the 1914. Supposedly, it’s a time-traveling device.”

Elena raised a skeptical brow. “Time travel? You’re joking.”

Kol tsked, feigning offense. “You wound me. Do I look like someone who jokes about matters of magic?” He twirled the watch lazily, his expression thoughtful. “The legend goes that it was created by a very powerful traveller—one who wished to escape the consequences of her own actions. But, alas, I’ve never managed to make the bloody thing work.”

She crossed her arms, watching him with amusement. “And what exactly have you tried?”

“Oh, the usual,” Kol said airily. “Spells, incantations, the occasional sacrifice of a goat, kidding, of course.” He winked. “But nothing worked. It’s been nothing more than a pretty ornament ever since.”

Elena reached out, running a finger over the ornate engravings. “Maybe it’s just a myth.”

“Maybe,” Kol mused. “Or maybe it’s just waiting for the right person.”

As if on cue, Elena’s finger brushed against a sharp ridge on the edge of the watch’s case. She hissed softly, pulling back to see a thin scratch on her fingertip. A single drop of blood welled up and, before she could react, it landed on the watch’s surface.

For a brief moment, nothing happened.

Then, the symbols on the watch pulsed with an eerie golden light, the engravings shifting as though alive. The hands of the clock twitched violently, spinning backward at an impossible speed. A low hum filled the air, growing into a roar as the room seemed to distort around them.

Kol’s smirk vanished. “Well, that’s new.”

Before Elena could respond, a sudden force yanked them both forward, the room dissolving into a blur of light and shadows. The last thing she saw was Kol reaching for her, his eyes wide with something between excitement and genuine shock.

And then, everything went black.

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A sharp, cold wind bit at Elena’s skin as she groaned, her head pounding from the sudden shift in reality. The sound of distant voices, the clatter of hooves on cobblestone, and the salty scent of the river filled her senses. She blinked, her vision clearing to reveal a fog-draped street, dimly illuminated by flickering lanterns.

Beside her, Kol lay sprawled on the ground, his usual smug expression momentarily replaced by genuine surprise. He pushed himself up, brushing dirt from his coat before glancing around with narrowed eyes.

“Well, well, well,” he muttered, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Would you look at that.”

Elena groaned as she sat up, glancing around in confusion. “What...what just happened?”

Kol let out a low chuckle, still staring at their surroundings in mild disbelief. “Oh, darling… I think we just traveled through time.”

Elena’s stomach twisted. That couldn’t be right. Time travel wasn’t real. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be. But the streets around her looked nothing like modern-day America. The people walking past wore heavy cloaks and bonnets, their voices laced with old dialects. The air smelled of wood smoke, damp stone, and something distinctly old-world.

“Where are we?” she asked hesitantly, though she already had a sinking feeling she wouldn’t like the answer.

Kol exhaled, tilting his head as he surveyed the scene before them. “Judging by the smell of the river, the architecture, and...oh...him.” He nodded toward a man in a tricorn hat arguing with a street vendor. “I’d say… York.”

“York?” Elena repeated, her heart hammering. “As in, England?”

Kol smirked. “Indeed. And if I had to wager a guess… the year is somewhere around the 1700s.”

Elena’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

Kol merely grinned, clearly enjoying himself despite the circumstances. “Now, now, love. Don’t look so distressed. You wanted history, did you not?”

She shot him a glare. “Not like this.”

Kol saw her shivering and draped his coat over her.

Kol reached for the pocket watch still clutched in her hand. The once-gleaming surface now looked dull, the engravings lifeless. Whatever magic had sent them here was no longer active.

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” he muttered, flipping it over. “Looks like we won’t be getting home quite so soon.”

Elena felt a wave of panic rising. “What do you mean ‘not so soon’? We need to get back, Kol!”

“And we will,” he assured her smoothly. “But, for now, we should focus on not drawing too much attention.” He gestured to her clothes—a ballgown and his tux jacket—completely out of place in this era.

“You, my dear, stick out like a sore thumb.”

She swallowed, suddenly feeling very exposed under the curious glances of passersby. “Great. Just great.”

Kol extended an arm toward her with a dramatic flourish. “Lucky for you, I know a place where we can lay low.”

She hesitated. “Where?”

A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes. “My family’s house, of course.”

Elena blinked in surprise. “Your family has a house here?”

Kol laughed. “Oh, love, you forget just how old we are. The Mikaelsons had homes in more places than you can imagine.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Now, come along. I’d rather not deal with being accused of witchcraft tonight.”

With no other option, Elena took his arm, letting him lead her through the foggy streets of 1700s York. Her mind swirled with questions, but one thing was certain—she had just stepped into a world she wasn’t prepared for. At least she wasn’t alone.

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The Mikaelson estate loomed ahead, an imposing structure of dark stone and timber, nestled at the edge of the city. The house was grand but carried an air of foreboding, its high windows flickering with candlelight against the night sky.

Elena followed Kol up the stone steps, her breath misting in the cold night air. He rapped his knuckles against the heavy wooden door, and within moments, it creaked open to reveal a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes and an air of authority. Her graying hair was tucked neatly beneath a linen cap, and she wore a modest but well-kept gown.

At first, her expression was indifferent, but the moment her gaze landed on Kol, her eyes widened in shock.

“Master Kol?” she breathed, pressing a hand to her chest. “God above, it truly is you.”

Kol grinned. “In the flesh, Mary.”

Mary blinked rapidly, as if trying to convince herself she wasn’t seeing a ghost. “We thought you lost, sir. No word for so long—”

“Ah, you know me,” Kol interrupted, stepping inside and ushering Elena along. “I do so hate writing letters. But as you can see, I am quite well.” He gestured toward Elena with a smirk. “And I have a guest. She’ll be staying here, so she’ll need proper clothing. Take care of that tomorrow, will you?”

Mary hesitated, eyeing Elena’s strange attire with a mixture of curiosity and disapproval. But she merely gave a stiff nod. “Of course, Master Kol. What will your wife need?”

“The works,” Kol said airily, unbuttoning his coat. “Dresses, shoes, jewelry. Make her look like she belongs on my arm, hmm?”

Mary’s lips pressed together in a tight line. “Very well.” She turned to Elena and softened, offering a small, polite nod. “I’ll see to it first thing in the morning, Mistress.”

Elena managed a grateful smile. “Thank you. My name is Elena.”

Mary gave Kol a final, lingering look, one that clearly held much curiosity, before retreating down the hall.

Kol turned to Elena, flashing a grin. “Well, that was a warm welcome, wasn’t it?”

Elena exhaled, rubbing her arms as the reality of their situation sank in. “Kol… this is crazy. We’re really stuck here, aren’t we? And why didn’t you correct her when she said I’m your wife.”

Kol tilted his head. “For the time being, yes. But don’t look so glum, darling. Think of it as an extended history lesson, one with far superior accommodations.” He gestured around at the lavish interior—ornate wooden paneling, gilded candelabras, and rich tapestries that screamed old money. “As for being my wife, it is the safest cover. A single woman living with a man would get you ridiculed and possibly labeled a witch. We’ll get us rings.”

She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. “This isn’t funny, Kol. What if we can’t get back?”

Kol’s teasing demeanor softened slightly, and he stepped closer. “Elena.” His voice was quieter now, his gaze steady. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

She sighed. “You don’t know that.”

“No,” he admitted, “but I do know that panicking won’t do us any favors. And besides…” His smirk returned. “You’re in excellent company. There are far worse fates than being stuck in the past with me.”

Elena let out a reluctant chuckle. “That’s debatable.”

Kol gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “You wound me again! If you keep this up, love, I may never recover.”

Despite herself, Elena laughed.

“There she is.” Kol grinned, pleased with himself. “Now, come along. You need rest.”

He led her up an elegantly carved staircase and down a long hallway before stopping in front of a grand wooden door. Pushing it open, he stepped aside with a flourish. “Your chambers, my lady.”

Elena stepped inside and took in the large canopy bed, the crackling fireplace, and the heavy drapes that framed the window. It was beautiful but foreign, and the weight of her situation settled on her
chest once more.

Kol strode to a large wooden wardrobe and pulled out a soft, ivory-colored nightgown. “Here,” he said, tossing it to her. “One of Rebekah’s. She won’t miss it.”

Elena caught it, running her fingers over the delicate fabric. “Thank you.”

Kol leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a moment. “Try to get some sleep, love. Tomorrow will be… interesting.”

Elena met his gaze, searching for any sign of uncertainty in him, but as always, Kol Mikaelson was unreadable.

“Won’t Mary wonder why we are not sleeping together if we are married?”

“Not really. It’s not an uncommon thing in this time period.”

“Alright.”

“Goodnight, Kol.”

He winked. “Sweet dreams, darling.”

With that, he pulled the door shut behind him, leaving Elena alone in a world she didn’t belong in, wearing the nightgown of a woman who she wouldn’t meet for centuries.

She exhaled slowly.

Tomorrow would indeed be interesting.

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The Mikaelson’s ball was the epitome of extravagance. The mansion’s grand chandeliers cast a soft glow across the sea of well-dressed guests, and the music floated through the air like a delicate mist. But despite the beauty and opulence of the event, something felt off to those who had a deeper understanding of the dynamics at play.

Damon Salvatore, leaning against a column with his drink in hand, could barely mask the sour expression on his face as he watched Elena Gilbert in the arms of Kol Mikaelson. His blue eyes were fixed on the pair, darkened with an emotion that bordered on envy. It wasn’t just the fact that Kol was dancing with Elena, it was the easy way Kol held her, the way she laughed at whatever charming comment he whispered into her ear.

Stefan, standing beside him, shifted uncomfortably. “I hate this,” he muttered, his voice tight with concern. The look on his face mirrored his brother’s, though Stefan always tried to hide his emotions more carefully than Damon ever did.

Damon scoffed under his breath, his gaze never leaving Kol and Elena. “That’s what I get for leaving her in the same room with a Mikaelson.”

Stefan sighed, though his mind was undoubtedly filled with the same thoughts. Elena had never been a stranger to trouble, but dancing with Kol was a different kind of trouble altogether. The youngest Original was trouble with a capital T, reckless, unpredictable, and charming enough to make even the most level-headed people question their better judgment.

When the song ended, Kol’s hand lingered on Elena’s waist for just a beat too long. Elena, ever the graceful one, smiled up at him, clearly enjoying the attention. “Care to explore the mansion with me, love?” Kol’s voice was smooth, seductive, and even Damon could admit there was a certain magnetism about him.

Elena’s gaze flickered briefly to Damon and Stefan, both of whom were still watching them. She gave them a fleeting, almost apologetic smile before nodding toward Kol. “Sure. A change of scenery sounds nice.”

The pair disappeared into the crowd, the soft rustle of Elena’s dress fading into the distance as they moved toward one of the many hidden corners of the mansion.

Stefan’s jaw tightened. “What was that?” he asked, frustration rising in his voice.

Damon’s eyes narrowed. “That was her walking off with Kol, and I’m going to make sure they don’t disappear entirely.”

They waited, tense and irritated. Minutes passed, then an hour, and still there was no sign of
Elena or Kol. The ballroom had become more crowded, and the murmurs of guests created an almost suffocating atmosphere. But despite the distraction, the Salvatore brothers couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in their gut that something wasn’t right.

After another hour of fruitless searching, Damon and Stefan met up in the hallways, both now visibly on edge. “This doesn’t make sense,” Stefan muttered, frustration evident in his voice. “Elena wouldn’t just wander off with Kol like that. Not without telling someone.”

Damon’s thoughts were racing, but he didn’t want to admit the fear creeping into his chest. He had lived through centuries of deceit, betrayal, and loss, but the thought of something happening to Elena, something terrible, was enough to unsettle even him. “I know,” he replied curtly. “That’s why I’m not buying it.”

The two brothers made their way through the grand halls, calling out Elena’s name, knocking on doors, and asking the few staff members still wandering the estate if they had seen the pair. But there was no sign of them. The mansion was massive, with so many secret rooms and hidden spaces. Elena and Kol could be anywhere.

Eventually, the brothers reconvened in one of the mansion’s luxurious sitting rooms, where Klaus, Elijah, Caroline, and Rebekah had gathered. The tension in the air was thick, all of them uneasy, though none were as visibly distressed as Damon and Stefan.

Klaus lounged casually in a chair, a glass of whiskey in hand. “Looking for someone, Damon?” he asked, his voice laced with mock innocence.

Damon’s eyes flickered with anger, but he held his tongue. “Have either of you seen Kol or Elena?”

Rebekah, who had been seated near the fireplace, shook her head with a slightly raised brow.

“No,” she replied, her tone cool, though there was an underlying irritation in her eyes. “Kol hasn’t been seen for hours. And I’m sure if Elena had wandered off with him, someone would have noticed.”

Caroline stepped forward, her arms crossed, her face set with determination. “This isn’t like Elena. She wouldn’t just disappear without a word.”

Stefan, pacing now, added, “Kol might be unpredictable, but he’s not an idiot. If he had taken her somewhere, he would have let someone know.”

Elijah, who had been silent until now, glanced at the others with his usual calm demeanor.

“Perhaps they’ve gone somewhere… private. Kol does enjoy making his own fun. But I agree, it seems strange they would vanish without so much as a trace.”

Damon was not convinced. He was pacing now, his impatience rising with every passing second. “No,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Something’s wrong. Elena wouldn’t just go off like that. We need to find her.”

The room fell into an uneasy silence. Klaus looked mildly interested, though there was no concern in his eyes. He’d been in the game for too long to care much about anyone other than himself. Rebekah’s expression softened with what could only be described as reluctant empathy for Elena, but even she seemed confused by the situation. Caroline and Elijah
exchanged a quick look, both sensing the urgency in the air.

“Let’s check the grounds,” Stefan said, his tone firm. “We’ll split up.”

The group disbanded, each heading in different directions, searching every corner of the mansion. Damon and Stefan moved quickly, their footsteps echoing down the hallways as they scoured the hidden corridors. Time seemed to drag on, but there was still no sign of Elena or Kol.

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The first rays of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains, casting soft light across Elena’s chamber. The bed was comfortable, the thick blankets warm, but sleep had been elusive. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind swirled with thoughts of how she had ended up here—1700s England, with no way of getting back home. It felt like a dream, yet the cool air and the weight of the nightgown she wore reminded her that this was very real.

A gentle knock echoed from the door, and Elena sat up, pulling the blankets around her as she called, “Come in.”

The door creaked open, and Mary entered with a soft smile, holding a bundle of clothing in her hands. “Good morning, Mistress Elena,” she said with a polite bow. “I have your things.”

Elena smiled faintly. “Thank you, Mary.”

Mary stepped forward, carefully placing the clothes on the bed before glancing at Elena’s current attire—Rebekah's nightgown, which still felt like a foreign object to Elena’s skin. “I’ve gathered dresses, shoes, and jewelry, as you requested. I’ll help you get dressed.”

Elena nodded, still feeling the weight of the situation. She hadn’t asked for this—any of it—but she had to play along if she wanted to blend in, even if every moment of it felt like a cruel joke.

Mary efficiently began helping Elena into the soft, elaborate gown—a deep emerald fabric adorned with intricate lace and pearls at the cuffs. The dress felt strange against her skin, but the luxury of it was undeniable. Mary brushed her hair and pulled it up into an elegant style, using a few pins to keep it in place. The final touch was a delicate silver necklace, and Elena couldn't help but glance at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the woman staring back at her—dressed as a lady of high society in a time that wasn’t hers.

“There we are, Mistress,” Mary said with a satisfied nod. “You look lovely.”

Elena gave her a tight smile. “Thank you, Mary.”

Mary gave her a brief, polite curtsy before leaving the room, and Elena was left alone again with her thoughts. Her eyes lingered on the bed for a moment longer before she made her way to the hallway, where Kol was waiting for her.

Kol was already seated at the long wooden table in the dining hall, his usual smirk playing on his lips. He gestured to the seat across from him. “Join me for breakfast, darling. You’ll need your strength for the day ahead.”

Elena sat down, taking in the spread of food before her—fresh bread, cheeses, fruits, and meats. It was a far cry from the quick breakfasts she used to grab back home, but she wasn’t in her world anymore. Kol poured her a glass of juice and slid it across the table with a smile.

“Thank you,” she said, then took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for another round of bewildering conversation. “So, Kol, what’s the deal with this time period? What can you tell me about the year we’re in?”

Kol leaned back in his chair, looking as if he were about to give a lecture. “It’s 1703, love. You’re stuck in the middle of the 18th century, a time of political unrest, piracy, and an ever-growing sense of impending revolution. The world is changing, but the old ways are still very much in place. As off last year Queen Anne sits on the British throne. There is no Prime Minister yet, so monarchs are in charge.”

Elena’s mind spun, trying to absorb it all. “Sounds… interesting,” she said, unsure if that was the right word. “And what about...” She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to ask without sounding completely insane. “What about magic?”

Kol’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Ah, that. Well witch trials are quite popular these days, but barely any real witches die. They all know how to hide and I know how to find them.” He sat up straighter, his eyes gleaming with something that seemed to be both pride and mischief.

Elena’s curiosity piqued her brows furrowed. “And me? Do I have any … magic? You said my family were, what did you call them travellers, so do I have magic?”

Kol’s smirk softened, and he leaned forward slightly, his gaze shifting to something more serious. “That, darling, is a question I can’t answer as easily. Magic doesn’t just run through anyone’s veins, and it’s not something that can simply be taught. It’s in the blood, a gift or curse depending on how you choose to wield it.”

She felt a chill at his words. The thought of wielding magic was both thrilling and terrifying. “So, you’re saying I could have it too?”

Kol’s eyes flickered with amusement, but there was something darker there, a hidden warning. “You have it, Elena, but the question is if you can access it. I think that you being a doppelganger, you already are nature’s loophole. Who is to say you won’t be able to access it. But you’d have to learn how to control it. Magic isn’t something to be taken lightly. One wrong step, and it can consume you.”

Elena swallowed. The weight of his words sat heavily on her chest. She had always wondered about her family’s history- ever since she learned she is a doppelganger.

“Well, if it’s possible…” she said, glancing down at her half-finished breakfast. “How would I learn? How would I even begin?”

Kol’s eyes sparkled with mischief again, and he shrugged casually. “That, my dear, is the tricky part. Magic is often learned through experience. You’ll have to be careful though—people in this time aren’t particularly fond of witches. If anyone suspects you, they may want to burn you at the stake.”

Elena’s stomach turned at the thought, and she looked up at Kol, searching his face for any sign of reassurance. “So, what, you think I should just stay here, stay hidden, and never leave?”

Kol’s grin widened, his playful demeanor returning. “For now? Yes. The streets will be full of people who will spot you from a mile away as an outsider. You’d stick out like a sore thumb, especially if you start trying to use magic in front of them. I would suggest you take it easy, love. You don’t want to end up on trial for witchcraft.”

“Great,” Elena muttered, sinking back into her seat. “This is just what I needed. Stuck in time, with magic, and now the threat of being burned alive.”

“Welcome to my world,” Kol said with a laugh, reaching for a piece of bread. “Trust me, things could be much worse. I’ll go out and try to find an elder, maybe I can find one that will be able to help you.”

“When Bonnie started doing magic, she would light candles and levitate feathers.”

Kol scowled. “Things have changed. Back when people appreciated the craft it was more to be in touch with nature, spirits, objects or whatever else their magic is connected to. Witches dug deep and took their time that is why they all became powerful. With time witches lose their power, because they don’t take time to learn, they think it’s just tricks and such and ignore and forget the fundamentals. The parts that give them power. Imagine your magic is like a well and the fundamentals help you dug deeper. In your time witches just scrape the surface.”

Elena stared down at her plate, unsure if she could agree with that. She got the feeling, Kol wasn't going to go easy on her.

It was going to be a long day.

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After breakfast, Kol slid a worn leather journal across the table toward Elena. The cover was smooth from years of handling, and the pages inside were thick and yellowed, filled with impossibly neat handwriting.

"Go on, open it," he prompted, watching her with an amused glint in his eyes.

She flipped through the pages and found herself staring at an astonishingly detailed collection of herbs—at least a hundred of them, each meticulously described. Their appearances, origins, uses, and, most intriguingly, the way different dosages could shift their effects from healing to deadly. The more she read, the more she felt like she’d stumbled straight into Potions class at Hogwarts.

"You mean magic isn’t just waving your hands and muttering Latin?" she muttered, skimming a section on belladonna.

Kol smirked. "Oh, darling, if it were that easy, even your modern folk would be doing it by now."

Elena hummed in response, flipping another page, but the more she read, the more her vision blurred. The tightly packed text seemed to dance, the ornate script twisting like tiny snakes. She blinked, rubbing her temples.

"I think I’m going cross-eyed," she groaned, dropping the journal onto the table and flopping back dramatically. "There are too many words. And too many plants. And why are there so many different ways to use one tiny leaf?"

Kol chuckled, leaning against the back of his chair. "You’re adorable when you suffer."

She shot him a glare. "You’re insufferable all the time."

With an exaggerated sigh, he stood, offering his hand. "Come, little scholar. Before your poor mortal brain melts, let’s take a walk. A bit of fresh air might prevent permanent damage."

Elena rolled her eyes but took his hand anyway.

Kol led her outside, the morning sun casting golden streaks across the sprawling estate. The gardens stretched endlessly, filled with towering hedges, ancient oaks, and flowers that seemed too vivid to be real. A soft breeze carried the scent of damp earth and blooming lavender.

They strolled along a gravel path, their steps slow and unhurried. Elena glanced at Kol, debating whether or not to share the thoughts swirling in her mind.

"You know, where I come from, magic is just… stories. It’s in books, movies, fairy tales. It’s not real. Or at least, it’s not supposed to be."

Kol arched a brow. "Yet here you are, walking alongside a thousand-year-old vampire, holding a book filled with knowledge that would have gotten you burned at the stake a few centuries ago."

She laughed softly. "Yeah, reality’s been hitting me over the head with a baseball bat lately."

"A what?"

"Never mind." She shook her head, smiling. "Growing up in the 21st century is just… different. Everything’s fast. Loud. There’s technology for everything. You don’t even have to leave your house to talk to people or buy food. It’s weird how normal it is."

Kol hummed in thought. "Sounds dreadfully dull."

"It’s not! Well, sometimes it is. But it’s also amazing. You can see places on the other side of the world without leaving your couch. You can hear music from a hundred years ago like it was recorded yesterday. You can have ice cream at two in the morning just because you feel like it."

Kol looked thoroughly unimpressed. "You lost me at ‘not leaving your couch.’"

Elena nudged him playfully. "Oh, come on, don’t pretend you’re not at least a little curious."

He smirked, tilting his head. "Perhaps. But I think I much prefer this—" He gestured to the vast estate, the wild beauty of nature uninterrupted by modern life. "No buzzing machines.

No tiny glowing screens. Just the world as it should be."

Elena followed his gaze, taking in the sun-dappled trees and the endless stretch of sky.

Maybe he had a point.

"Still," she said, nudging him again, "you’d love ice cream at two in the morning."

Kol chuckled, draping an arm lazily over her shoulders. "Fine, I’ll humor you. But only if you master those herbs first. Wouldn’t want you accidentally poisoning me, would we?"

"Don’t tempt me."

They continued walking, Elena slipping into stories of childhood, of late-night movie marathons and amusement park rides, of summer afternoons spent in shopping malls and the comforting glow of city lights. And though Kol pretended to scoff at her modern nonsense, there was a softness in his expression, a curiosity he didn’t bother to hide.

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A week later, Kol led Elena down a narrow stone path that wound around the estate, deeper into the grounds than she’d ever been before. Towering hedges framed the way, the scent of damp earth and flowers hanging thick in the air. Finally, they stopped in front of a massive greenhouse, its arched glass panels slightly fogged from the warmth inside.

"Welcome to my humble little apothecary," Kol said grandly, pushing open the glass door.

Inside, it was like stepping into another world. Herbs hung in dried bundles from the ceiling, their scents mingling—mint, lavender, something citrusy. Wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with glass bottles of every size, each labeled in Kol’s elegant handwriting. Small cauldrons and mortar and pestles were scattered across a long wooden table.

"You really go all out for your witchy hobbies, huh?" Elena teased, trailing her fingers over a jar labeled Dragon’s Breath.

Kol smirked. "It’s hardly a hobby, darling. You’d be surprised how often a well-brewed potion comes in handy. Now, let’s put that overworked mortal brain of yours to use."

He grabbed a book off a nearby shelf, flipped through the pages, and landed on a recipe.

"This," he said, pointing, "is a simple calming draught. It eases nerves, soothes headaches, and helps with sleep. Perfect for a first attempt."

Elena raised an eyebrow. "Sounds boring. What if I make something a little… stronger?"

Kol narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What exactly do you mean by ‘stronger’?"

"Oh, I don’t know. Maybe something that forces a certain smug vampire to tell me his secrets?" She gave him an innocent smile.

Kol scoffed. "That would require a truth potion, and trust me, you’re nowhere near that skilled."

Elena grinned. "Challenge accepted."
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Under Kol’s watchful (and slightly skeptical) gaze, Elena set to work. She ground up herbs, stirred simmering liquid, and added a few extra ingredients when Kol wasn’t looking.

"Are you sure that’s what the recipe says?" he asked, arms crossed as he leaned against the table.

"Absolutely," Elena lied, stirring the potion with far more confidence than she should have.

When the mixture turned a deep gold instead of soft blue, Kol’s smirk faded. "That’s… not the right color."

Elena shrugged. "Maybe I have a natural talent." She then uttered a simple spell in Latin, the potion glowed slightly and then settled again.

Kol sighed. "Or maybe you’ve just poisoned us both. Bottoms up, then." He poured a small amount into a vial and handed it to her.

She hesitated. "Wait. Should I… test this first?"

"Oh, no, darling. You brewed it, you drink first." Kol grinned.

Narrowing her eyes at him, Elena took a tiny sip. The taste was surprisingly sweet, like honey and citrus. Nothing happened.

"See?" she said, triumphant. "I..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Kol reached out, plucked the vial from her fingers, and downed the rest.

Elena gasped. "Kol! I wasn’t done testing it!"

"Oh, please," he said, rolling his eyes. "What’s the worst that could..." He stopped abruptly, his face going oddly blank.

Elena waved a hand in front of him. "Uh… you good?"

Kol blinked once, then blurted out, "You have the most distracting lips I’ve ever seen."

Silence.

Elena’s eyes widened as Kol clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Oh my god," she whispered, barely holding back laughter. "It worked!"

Kol groaned. "I take back every compliment I’ve ever given you."

"You just said I have distracting lips. That sounds like a compliment to me."

Kol glared at her. "I will make you regret this."

Elena grinned wickedly. "Oh no, I am definitely milking this for all it’s worth. Now, tell me something else. What’s your most embarrassing secret?"

Kol tried to resist. His lips pressed together in defiance, but then, against his will, the words tumbled out:

"I once lost a duel because I was too busy flirting with my opponent."

Elena burst into laughter. "You what?"

"She was very pretty!" Kol defended, throwing his hands in the air.

Elena wiped tears from her eyes. "Oh, this is gold. I should’ve done this a week ago."

Kol pointed a warning finger at her. "Enjoy this while it lasts, darling, because the second this wears off, I am plotting my revenge."

"Uh-huh. Whatever you say. Now, tell me, have you ever had a crush on a human?"

Kol looked like he wanted to throw himself into the cauldron. Instead, he sighed dramatically and muttered, "Yes. And she’s an insufferable little know-it-all who thinks she’s clever."

Elena’s heart skipped a beat. "Oh? Do tell."

Kol scowled. "I hate you."

"No, you don’t," Elena teased, nudging him. "You like me."

Kol groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Remind me never to let you near my herbs again."

But despite his protests, Elena could see the corners of his lips twitching. Maybe this magic thing wasn’t so bad after all.

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While the rest of the Mikaelsons and the Salvatores scoured the mansion, a different kind of tension crackled in a secluded chamber deep within the estate.

Esther Mikaelson stood in the center of the room, her expression unreadable as she ran her fingers along the edge of a wooden table. Candles flickered wildly around her, their flames bending unnaturally as if reacting to the silent fury simmering beneath her composed exterior.

Finn Mikaelson stood by the doorway, arms crossed, watching his mother with a mixture of wariness and resignation. He had learned long ago to recognize the warning signs of her temper, and right now, she was on the precipice of something dangerous.

"They are gone." Esther's voice was smooth, yet there was an underlying steeliness to it.

Finn inclined his head slightly. "It appears so."

Esther’s fingers clenched around a small knife, as her blood dripped down a map of the town, she muttered an incantation, but nothing happened. The blood didn’t move an inch outside of the mansion, which meant that Kol was either still at the mansion, he was somehow hidden or he was nowhere on the planet.

Esther’s lips pressed into a thin line. She repeated the spell, adding more power, more force.

Still, the magic refused to answer her.

A cold, unsettling feeling spread through her chest.

She turned sharply toward Finn, eyes burning with suspicion. "Something is blocking me. That should not be possible."

Finn frowned. "Could Kol have found a way to shield himself?"

"Kol is reckless, not careful," Esther snapped. "If he had such a ward in place, I would have sensed it before he disappeared."

Finn shifted uncomfortably. "And Elena? If we cannot track Kol, perhaps we can find her."

Esther exhaled sharply through her nose. “We need something of hers.”

Finn handed her the girl’s purse. Again, nothing happened.

A slow, seething rage built in Esther’s chest. The spell wasn't blocked- it was like they didn’t exist.

Her nostrils flared. "This is not Kol’s doing," she murmured, her voice laced with certainty.

"Something—or someone—has to be interfering."

Finn straightened at that, his unease deepening. "Then perhaps it is time to stop delaying
and tell our family what you truly intend to do."

Esther’s gaze snapped toward him, sharp as a blade. "Mind your tongue, Finn."

But Finn didn’t flinch. He stepped forward, his usually placid demeanor darkening. "You have already kept them in the dark long enough. You planned to end us, Mother. Do you truly believe Kol will stand by and allow you to destroy him?"

Esther’s expression didn’t waver, though her fingers curled into a tight fist. "I do not expect him to stand by, which is precisely why he is a liability. If I cannot control him, then I will remove him."

Finn clenched his jaw. "And what of the girl?"

"She is nothing," Esther said coldly. "A distraction. A pawn. If Kol has taken her, then he is playing a game I do not have time for. But make no mistake, he will not interfere with my plan."

Finn hesitated for only a moment before making his decision.

"Then it is time our family knew the truth."

He turned and strode from the room before Esther could stop him.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, fury simmering just beneath her composed exterior. She had always known Finn would be the most obedient of her children, but even loyalty had limits.

And now, it seemed, she was reaching his.

But no matter. She would not be stopped.

Not by Kol.

Not by Elena Gilbert.

And certainly not by her own son.

With one last flick of her wrist, she snuffed out the candle flames, plunging the room into darkness.

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Three weeks in, Elena was getting sick and tired of the same old scenery of the Mikaelson estate. The sprawling halls, the grand sitting rooms, the lavish candlelit dinners—it was all beautiful, sure, but it was starting to feel suffocating. She had never been one for cages, no matter how gilded they were.

So, as she sat across from Kol at the dinner table, she decided to approach the subject.

Kol lounged comfortably in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the back of the one next to him, looking as if he had not a care in the world. His sharp eyes flickered with amusement as he watched her idly push her food around her plate, clearly distracted.

"You’re staring, love."

Elena blinked, her attention snapping back to him. "I wasn’t staring."

Kol smirked. "Of course you weren’t. You were merely looking longingly in my direction, as most women do."

Elena scoffed, stabbing a piece of roasted pheasant with unnecessary force. "I was actually thinking about how boring it is being cooped up in this place for weeks. I need a change of scenery before I go insane."

Kol hummed, sipping his wine. "Well, that does sound rather dramatic. But you do raise an excellent point." He leaned in slightly, voice lowering in mock seriousness. "You do need to get out more. Perhaps I could show you around town."

Elena perked up at that. "Wait, really?"

Kol grinned, all too pleased with himself. "Certainly. But there is the small matter of making sure you do not utterly embarrass yourself."

Elena’s excitement faltered. "Wow. Way to ruin the moment."

Kol chuckled. "Oh, don’t pout, darling. It’s adorable but terribly unrefined." He placed his wine glass down, straightening slightly. "If you wish to blend in, you must learn the art of conversation. The wrong phrase, the wrong tone—people will notice."

Elena sighed, setting her fork down. "Alright, fine. Teach me how to be a proper lady of the 18th century. What do I need to do?"

Kol beamed. "Splendid! First lesson: speech. Let us start with the basics. If a gentleman were
to greet you, let’s say, ‘It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Elena,’ how would you respond?"

Elena thought for a moment. "Uh… ‘Nice to meet you too’?"

Kol made a dramatic choking sound, clutching his chest. "Dear God, no! You sound like a commoner!"

Elena shot him a glare. "Excuse me for not being fluent in ‘aristocratic snob.’"

Kol smirked, entirely unfazed. "Try again. Say, ‘The pleasure is all mine, my lord.’"

Elena huffed. "The pleasure is all mine, my lord."

Kol tilted his head. "Better! But you must add a little grace, darling. A small smile, a soft gaze. You must make it seem as though the gentleman’s company is the highlight of your evening, even if you are bored to tears."

Elena rolled her eyes. "So, lie?"

Kol grinned. "Oh, absolutely. And you must lie beautifully. Also, you have to talk, like you think you are better that everyone and even if you want to say three words, you should use as much as possible and use more complicated vocabulary."

She shook her head, laughing despite herself. "I swear, if I start talking like this all the time, I’m blaming you."

Kol raised his glass. "And I shall take full credit, love."

As the lesson continued, Elena found herself oddly enjoying it. Kol was infuriating, yes, but he made things entertaining in a way that no one else could. He was effortlessly charming, dangerously clever—and a master of deception.

And if she wanted to survive in this world, she had to learn to be the same.

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Elena had been so focused on her studies—on the relentless lessons of 18th-century etiquette, magic, and survival—that she almost missed the feeling at first.

It was subtle, the unsettling prickle of being watched. She had been leaving the Mikaelson estate that evening, stepping into the cool dusk air as Kol led her through the streets of York for a rare outing.

Something felt... wrong.

Elena’s steps slowed as she glanced over her shoulder. The street behind them bustled with finely dressed men and women, merchants closing their stalls, beggars lingering in the shadows. Nothing seemed out of place.

And yet.

"Do not tell me you’re already tired, darling," Kol teased, offering her his arm. "We’ve only just left the house."

"No," Elena murmured, scanning the crowd. "It’s just… I feel like someone’s watching us."

Kol’s smirk didn’t falter, but his posture shifted, his playful gaze sharpening. "Someone specific, or is this more of that delightful paranoia you’ve developed?"

Elena frowned. "I don’t know. I just, feel it."

Kol sighed but didn’t dismiss her. Instead, he slipped his hands into his coat pockets, eyes casually sweeping the street. "Then let’s find out, shall we?"

They kept walking, Elena’s senses prickling as the presence lingered. Whoever was watching them wasn’t making a move, they weren’t stepping forward or calling out.

They were waiting.

Then, as they turned onto a quieter lane, she saw her.

A woman stood just beyond the glow of a lantern, her form wrapped in a dark cloak, the hood casting shadows over her face.

The woman tilted her head, studying her. Then, she smiled.

"There you are," the stranger murmured, her voice like dry leaves scraping stone. "I wondered when you’d finally arrive."

Elena stopped short, her pulse quickening. "Excuse me?"

Kol tensed beside her, his charm slipping into something colder. "And who, precisely, are you?"

The woman chuckled, the sound low and ancient. "I do not answer to you, Mikaelson. My business is with the girl."

Elena’s fingers curled into her skirts. "Who are you?"

The woman stepped forward, the lantern light revealing the deep lines of her face, the silver-streaked hair beneath her hood.

"My name is Agatha," she said. "And the Ancestors have been telling me of your coming for years."

Elena’s breath caught. "The Ancestors?"

Kol let out a derisive exhale. "Oh, wonderful. Another witch here to spout cryptic nonsense."

Agatha’s gaze cut to him, sharp as a blade. "You would do well to listen, boy. The dead do not speak lightly." She turned back to Elena. "They have seen you in their dreams. A girl out of time, a ripple in
the fabric of fate. You were not meant to be here."

Elena’s throat tightened. "I didn’t choose this."

"No," Agatha agreed. "But you are here all the same. And that means something."

Kol shifted, his patience thinning. "Get to the point, witch."

Agatha ignored him, her focus solely on Elena. "Come with me. There are things you need to hear—things not meant for prying ears."

Before Elena could respond, Agatha turned and walked into the shadows of a narrow alley. A silent invitation.

Kol arched a brow. "This reeks of a trap."

Elena hesitated, but the weight of the witch’s words pressed on her. "We have to know what she means."

With a reluctant sigh, Kol followed as Elena stepped forward, trailing Agatha through winding streets until they reached a secluded cottage at the city’s edge. The air hummed with magic, the scent of
herbs thick as they crossed the threshold.

Inside, candlelight flickered over jars of strange ingredients, ancient tomes, and bones strung from the ceiling. Agatha moved to a worn wooden table, where a scrying bowl sat filled with dark water.

"Sit," she commanded.

Elena did, her unease growing.

Agatha’s fingers hovered over the water, and the surface rippled, images flashing—faces Elena didn’t recognize, places she’d never seen.

Agatha’s gaze locked onto Elena’s. "The Ancestors have warned me of your arrival. Your presence here is unraveling the balance. Time is not a tapestry to be pulled without consequence."

Elena’s stomach twisted. "What does that mean?"

"It means," Agatha said slowly, "you being here is dangerous. If you are not careful, you will change things that were never meant to be changed. If you are not careful, you might return to an unknown future."

Kol crossed his arms. "And I suppose you have a solution?"

Agatha’s lips curled. "You two should stay away from events that would affect your future. If you change something, or try to change your past, it will cause a ripple effect. The past will rewrite itself."

Elena’s fingers tightened around the watch in her pocket, its weight suddenly heavier.

If they were not careful, her life, her friend’s lives would no longer exist.

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The following weeks were filled with Elena spending her days split between the Mikaelson estate and Agatha’s secluded cottage, where the elder witch had begun teaching her the foundations of real magic. Unlike the academic texts Kol had assigned her, this was something entirely different- something alive.

"Magic is not just power, child," Agatha would say, her voice rasping as she traced symbols into the wooden table. "It is intention. It is balance. It is the thread that weaves through all things."

Elena drank in every word, eager to learn. Kol, however, was less enthused.

"This is all terribly dull," he drawled one evening, watching as Elena struggled to light a candle with nothing but a whispered phrase and a flick of her fingers. "Do remind me why we aren’t skipping to the interesting bits? Perhaps summoning a storm? Calling the dead? Turning lead to gold?"

Agatha shot him a withering look. "Because she is learning, you insufferable boy. And real power does not come from parlor tricks."

Kol smirked. "I know, but parlor tricks are so entertaining."

Elena ignored him, narrowing her eyes at the stubborn candle in front of her. "Maybe if you were actually helpful instead of just standing there, I’d be able to do it by now."

Kol let out a dramatic sigh. "Very well, love. Let the great Kol Mikaelson impart his infinite wisdom upon you."

He stepped up beside her, leaning in just enough to make her aware of the closeness between them. His fingers ghosted over her wrist before he placed his hand over hers, steadying her.

"Magic isn’t about forcing things to happen," he murmured. "It’s about persuasion. Coaxing the world to do what you want. You mustn’t demand fire, darling. You must invite it."

His voice was softer now, and for once, not laced with mockery.

Elena swallowed, focusing on the candle.

She whispered the spell again, her voice steadier this time.

A spark flickered at the wick.

She gasped, her eyes widening as the small flame curled to life, warm and steady.

Kol grinned. "Ah, there it is. Our little witch is learning."

Elena turned to Agatha, expecting to see approval. But instead, the elder woman’s gaze was unreadable, her fingers tapping against the table.

"You’re a quick study," Agatha murmured, almost to herself. "Perhaps even quicker than I expected."

Kol’s smirk faded slightly. "Yes," he said, voice light but with an edge of something else. "Almost too quick, wouldn’t you say?"

Elena rolled her eyes. "Oh, don’t start."

Kol, however, wasn’t so easily swayed. He had never fully trusted Agatha, and he wasn’t about to start now. But Elena ,stubborn, determined Elena' only saw the lessons as a gift, another piece of herself to reclaim in this unfamiliar time.

And if there was one thing Kol Mikaelson knew, it was that gifts always came with a price.

The question was:
What would Elena’s be?
---

The estate was eerily quiet at night, save for the occasional rustling of leaves outside or the distant hoot of an owl. The candlelight in Elena’s room had long since flickered out, leaving her wrapped in darkness, but sleep refused to come.

Her mind was restless, filled with whispers of spells, flickers of fire, and Agatha’s unreadable expression. Kol’s words echoed in her head “Almost too quick, wouldn’t you say?”, and she hated that they made her uneasy.

With a sigh, she threw back the heavy quilt and slipped from her bed. The wooden floor was cool beneath her bare feet as she made her way down the dimly lit corridor. She wasn’t entirely sure where she was going, but her heart seemed to know before her mind did.

She stopped outside Kol’s door, hesitating for only a moment before knocking softly.

For a second, there was silence. Then, the sound of movement—sheets rustling, footsteps padding across the floor. The door creaked open, revealing a very disheveled Kol Mikaelson, his shirt undone
and hair tousled from sleep.

“Elena?” His voice was thick with drowsiness, but his eyes sharpened the moment he saw her expression. “What’s wrong?”

She swallowed, suddenly feeling ridiculous. What was she even doing here?

“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, hugging her arms to herself.

Kol studied her for a moment before stepping aside. “Come in, then.”

She hesitated only briefly before slipping past him into the room. It was warm—warmer than her own—and the scent of aged wood and lingering spice clung to the air. The fire in the hearth had dimmed
to embers, casting the space in a faint orange glow.

Kol closed the door and turned to her, arms folded across his chest. “So, what is it?” His tone was casual, but there was something in his gaze, something sharp, searching.

Elena exhaled and shook her head. “I don’t know. My mind just won’t stop. Everything feels… off.”

Kol raised an eyebrow and leaned against the bedpost. “Is this about your little candle trick earlier? Or our dear Agatha and her cryptic looks?”

Elena met his eyes. “You don’t trust her.”

Kol tilted his head slightly. “I don’t trust anyone outside of my family, love. And even then, it’s questionable.”

She huffed a quiet laugh, but it didn’t last long. “Do you think she’s lying to me?”

He considered that, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he pushed off the bedpost and motioned for her to sit. “I think,” he began, sitting beside her, “that magic comes with a price. Always.

Whether she’s lying or not, you should be asking yourself what she gets out of this.”

Elena nodded slowly, staring down at her hands. “I just… I want to understand this part of me. I don’t want to be powerless.”

Kol’s gaze softened, his usual teasing demeanor slipping away. “You’re far from powerless, darling. You never have been. That’s why Elijah admires you so much.”

She looked up at him then, searching his face for any trace of sarcasm, but found none. There was something oddly comforting about the way he was looking at her—like he saw her, really saw her,
beyond whatever magic she did or didn’t have.

A lump formed in her throat, but she swallowed it down. “Can I stay here for a bit?”

Kol smirked, but it wasn’t his usual cocky grin—this one was softer, almost fond. “Scared of the dark, are we?”

She rolled her eyes, but he simply shifted, making space for her. “Fine, fine. You may have the honor of my company for the night. But if you snore, I’m throwing you out.”

Elena let out a genuine laugh as she climbed onto the bed beside him. “I don’t snore.”

Kol hummed, settling beside her. “We’ll see about that.”

As the fire crackled and the night stretched on, she found herself relaxing for the first time in days. And just before sleep finally claimed her, she felt the weight of Kol’s hand rest lightly over hers,
steady, grounding.

For the first time in weeks, she didn't feel alone.

Chapter Text

Elena woke slowly, the warmth surrounding her a stark contrast to the chilly morning air creeping through the estate. She blinked blearily, her mind still caught in the haze of sleep, until she became distinctly aware of something, or rather, someone, pressed up against her back.

Kol.

It took her a moment to process the situation: his arm draped lazily over her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck, the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back.

Oh.

Kol.

Shirtless.

Oh.

Her entire body went rigid.

She debated whether or not to move, but before she could decide, a groggy voice murmured in her ear.

"Mmm… you're surprisingly cozy, darling."

Elena nearly jumped out of her skin. “Kol!”

He chuckled, the sound low and amused, his grip tightening slightly. “Oh, don’t act so scandalized. You’re the one who crawled into my bed, love.”

“That was for comfort, not to wake up wrapped around you like a human teddy bear,” she huffed, her face heating.

Kol, clearly unbothered, made no effort to move. “Well, I am very comforting. I daresay you sought me out for my unparalleled warmth and charm.”

Elena groaned, trying to wiggle away, but he held firm, smirking into her hair.

“Are you snuggling me right now?” she accused, glancing over her shoulder.

Kol smirked, unrepentant. “I’d say we are snuggling, dearest. No need to place all the blame on me.”

Elena let out an exaggerated sigh. “Great. I travel back in time and somehow end up as the unwilling little spoon to the most insufferable Mikaelson.”

“Unwilling?” Kol gasped dramatically, finally loosening his hold just enough for her to roll over and face him. “I beg to differ. You were quite comfortable in my embrace. In fact, I’m convinced you were clinging to me in your sleep.”

Elena scoffed. “Lies.”

Kol arched a brow, his smirk widening. “Oh? Then how do you explain this?” He gestured toward her hand, which, to her horror, was still resting against his chest.

Her eyes widened, and she immediately yanked it away. “That...! I didn’t...! Ugh, shut up.”

Kol laughed, absolutely delighted. “Adorable.”

“You’re impossible,” Elena muttered, though she couldn’t quite stop the small smile tugging at her lips.

He propped himself up on his elbow, his expression softening just slightly. “If it makes you feel better, I did rather enjoy waking up this way.” His voice was teasing, but there was something else beneath it, something almost sincere.

Elena rolled her eyes but felt her stomach flutter nonetheless. “Yeah, yeah. Enjoy it while you can, because this is not happening again.”

Kol’s grin was downright wicked. “Oh, of course not, love. Purely an accident, I’m sure.”

She huffed, shoving at his chest. “Exactly.”

He caught her wrist easily, holding it for just a second longer than necessary before finally letting go.

Elena sat up, running a hand through her hair, still very aware of Kol watching her with that amused, knowing glint in his eyes.

“Well,” he said, stretching lazily, “if nothing else, I’d say this is a wonderful start to the day.”

Elena threw a pillow at his face.

Kol caught the pillow with ease, grinning as he tucked it behind his head. "Resorting to violence already? And here I thought we were having a moment."

Elena sighed, flopping back onto the bed beside him, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. The initial fluster from waking up tangled with Kol was fading, replaced by a more pressing concern that had been
gnawing at her for weeks.

"Do you think they’ve noticed we’re gone?" she asked quietly, voice laced with uncertainty. "Our family, our friends—do you think they’re looking for us?"

Kol hummed thoughtfully, his fingers idly tracing patterns against the fabric of the sheets. "Well, that depends, darling. Are you asking if they’ve realized we're missing, or if they’ve had time to realize it?"

Elena turned her head to look at him, brows furrowing. "What do you mean?"

Kol sighed, propping himself up on one elbow as he studied her. "Time works differently here. It’s been nearly three months for us, but for them?" He tilted his head. "I’d wager it’s been no more than a
few hours. Maybe less."

Elena’s breath hitched. "Three months," she murmured, more to herself than to him. It felt surreal. All this time, struggling to survive in the past, trying to navigate an era that wasn’t their own, and back home... "You really think it’s only been a few hours?"

Kol nodded. "It’s not uncommon for time displacement to function that way." His smirk faltered slightly, and for a brief moment, she caught a glimpse of something more serious in his expression. "It makes sense, doesn't it? If we’re meant to be here for a purpose, the universe isn’t going to let our absence cause too much disruption."

Elena exhaled slowly, processing his words. "So, they might not even be worried yet."

"Or," Kol added, watching her closely, "they could be frantically searching for us, thinking we just vanished into thin air, or they think I kidnapped you. Either way, there’s nothing we can do about it until we figure out how to return."

Elena bit her lip, rolling onto her side to face him fully. "And what if we can’t?"

Kol didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. "Then, I suppose, we make the best of it." His smirk returned, though it was softer now. "Could be worse, you know. You could have been stuck here with Elijah. Can you imagine the lectures?"

Despite herself, Elena huffed out a laugh. "True. But at least Elijah wouldn’t steal all the blankets."

Kol gasped, feigning offense. "I am an excellent bed companion, I’ll have you know. You seemed perfectly content with me last night."

She groaned, shoving his shoulder lightly. "Ugh, let it go already."

"Never," he declared, grinning as he flopped back against the pillows. "But in all seriousness, love, we’ll figure this out. Whether time is moving differently or not, we’ll find a way home."

Elena watched him for a long moment before sighing, closing her eyes. "Yeah. I hope so."

Silence settled over them for a beat, warm and oddly comforting.

Then Kol chuckled. "In the meantime, might as well get comfortable. How about another cuddle?"

Elena groaned, throwing an arm over her face. "You are insufferable."

Kol grinned. "Ah, but you adore me."

"Debatable."

He merely smirked, shifting closer. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, darling."

Elena huffed but didn’t move away.

Chapter Text

The air inside Agatha’s cottage was thick with the scent of sage. Elena sat cross-legged on the floor, her brows furrowed in concentration as she traced intricate sigils onto the smooth surface of a river stone. Kol lounged nearby, half-watching, half-bored, twirling a silver ring between his fingers.

Just as Elena whispered the final syllable of her incantation, the sigil glowed a faint amber before fading. She exhaled sharply, disappointed. “I don’t understand. It worked perfectly yesterday.”

Agatha, standing by the hearth, turned to face her with a contemplative expression. “Magic ebbs and flows, child. Some days it will come easily. Others, it will resist you.”

Kol let out a dramatic sigh. “Or perhaps the universe simply enjoys tormenting you.” He grinned. “I certainly do.”

Elena shot him a glare before turning back to Agatha, who was staring into the fire with a distant look. Something had shifted in her demeanor, and it set a chill down Elena’s spine. The elder witch was not prone to such silence.

“What is it?” Elena asked, setting the stone aside.

Agatha didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she reached for a small wooden box resting on the mantel and pulled out a bundle of dried lavender, crushing it between her fingers before finally speaking.
“There is something you both must know.”

Kol arched a brow, suddenly more interested. “Well, that sounds delightfully ominous.”

Agatha’s gaze was sharp as she turned to them. “A vampire has been hunting witches.”

Elena stiffened, and even Kol’s usual smirk faded slightly. “Hunting witches?” she echoed. “Why?”

Agatha shook her head. “That, I do not know. But in the past month, at least three have disappeared, two in the city, one from a coven beyond the river. Their bodies were never found, but the signs are there.”

Kol leaned forward, his expression unreadable. “And what signs would those be, exactly?”

Agatha met his gaze without flinching. “The witches talk of a man.”

Elena swallowed hard. “Who?”

Agatha hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. “Tamlin Alcott.”

Kol’s entire body went rigid, his usual air of amusement gone in an instant. His fingers clenched around the silver ring he had been playing with. “That is impossible.”

Agatha gave him a knowing look. “Is it?”

Elena glanced between them, confusion and unease settling in her gut. “Who is he?”

Kol’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “An old enemy,” he murmured. “And if he truly is back, love, then we have a very serious problem.”

Agatha nodded. “You must be careful. Both of you. This is not a threat that can be taken lightly.”

Elena’s hands curled into fists. She had only just begun to embrace her magic, to carve out a place for herself in this world. And now, before she could even stand on steady ground, a storm was brewing.

She glanced at Kol, his expression distant and unreadable. For once, she could see it, true concern buried beneath his usual bravado.

He looked worried.

And that worried her.

Chapter Text

When the two of them got home that night, both silently made their way up to Kol’s room, neither willing to bring up the unspoken agreement that they would be sharing his bed.

The estate was silent at this hour, the only sounds coming from the occasional crackle of the dying fire in the hearth. Moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains of Kol’s bedroom, casting silver patterns across the dark wooden floor.

Kol lounged against the headboard, clad only in his breeches, his lean form relaxed yet poised. He twirled the silver ring between his fingers absentmindedly, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. Across from him, Elena sat on the edge of the bed, her long white nightdress pooling around her. Her dark curls tumbled over her shoulders, framing her face in soft waves.

She huffed in frustration, rubbing her temples. “French, Spanish, Italian, Latin… exactly how many languages do you expect me to learn?”

Kol smirked, tilting his head slightly. “As many as needed.”

Elena groaned, flopping back onto the bed. “Bonnie knows only English, and she’s doing just fine.”

Kol leaned over her, bracing himself with one arm as he studied her expression. “Tell me, darling, what do you want to do with your magic? Do you wish only to perform simple spells, parlor tricks, be a mediocre witch? Or do you want to be able to create your own spells, to be powerful?” His voice dropped to a hushed whisper. “If you wanted, you could cheat death, create whatever your mind desires.”

Elena’s lips parted slightly, her breath hitching at the intensity of his gaze. A part of her dreamed of more—of wielding magic that was truly hers, of being more than just another practitioner fumbling through incantations. She met his gaze, determination sparking in her chest.

“Fine,” she conceded. “Languages it is then.”

Kol grinned triumphantly, brushing a stray curl from her face. “That’s what I thought.”

Elena sighed, staring at the ceiling. “What if I could create a spell that would bring us home?”

Kol considered her words for a moment before responding, “Sounds brilliant, darling, but that will take time. Months, maybe years.”

She turned her head to look at him. “Do you have any other ideas?”

“No.”

Elena let out a quiet breath, her fingers tracing the fabric of her nightdress. “Do you know what bothers me the most? I’m not deluding myself. I know we’ll be here for a year, maybe even more. You will remain as you have for the past thousand years. For you, a few years are nothing, but I will age.”

Kol’s expression darkened slightly. “Many witches prolong their lives, by at least fifty, maybe a hundred years. You can too.”

“Yeah, but I will still age.”

Kol studied her, his gaze thoughtful. Then he reached out, tilting her chin up slightly. “Then there is your first task. Create a spell that will let you remain young like a vampire.” A slow smirk played at his lips. “Many witches have tried, but they haven’t had your magic. We don’t know what you can do. As far as I am concerned, the opportunities are endless.”

Elena let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “No pressure, then.”

Kol simply grinned, then shifted onto his side, settling closer to her. Without hesitation, he draped an arm over her waist, pulling her against him. Elena tensed slightly, though not in true protest.

“Kol,” she muttered, rolling her eyes, “do you have to cling to me like a leech?”

“Absolutely,” he replied smugly, his breath warm against her neck. “It’s quite comfortable.”

She huffed, pretending to be exasperated, but made no move to push him away. “You have an entire bed to yourself, you know.”

“And you have your own room, and yet, this is much better.” His voice was laced with amusement as he nuzzled against her hair. “Besides, I’m simply ensuring you don’t escape in the middle of the night.”

“Escape?” she scoffed. “And where exactly would I go?”

Kol smirked against her shoulder. “You tell me, love.”

Elena sighed, her lips curving despite herself. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you adore me.”

“You think too highly of yourself.” she muttered, but the warmth in her voice betrayed her.

Kol chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder before settling in. “Goodnight, darling.”

Elena exhaled softly, her body relaxing into his. “Goodnight, Kol.”

Despite her complaints, she found herself drifting off easily, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his breathing. And as she slipped into sleep, she couldn’t quite ignore the feeling that, for once, she didn’t mind where she was.

Chapter Text

The next morning, the estate was cloaked in a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional creak of old wood settling. Elena sat cross-legged on the floor of the parlor, still in her nightclothes, her fingers tracing the intricate engravings on the pocket watch that had brought her and Kol to 1703. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the room. Kol lounged on the settee nearby, his usual smirk replaced by a pensive expression as he sipped from a cup of tea that had long gone cold.

“Do you think we’re changing the future by being here?” Elena asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned the watch over in her hands, the gold catching the firelight. “I mean, what if we’ve already messed something up? What if we’ve already altered something that’s supposed to happen?”

Kol set his cup down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Ah, the age-old question of time travel. Do we have free will, or are we just puppets on a string, doomed to play out a predetermined script?” He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Honestly, love, I haven’t the faintest idea. Time magic is... finicky. It’s not exactly my area of expertise. There is the Spanish saying: Que sera, sera! - What will be, will be!” Maybe we will return to an unrecognizable future, or this was always supposed to happen.”

Elena frowned, her thumb brushing over the watch’s face. “But you’ve lived for centuries. Surely, you’ve dabbled in it.”

“I have tried, yes. Succeeded? Never.” Kol leaned back, stretching his arms above his head.

“Time magic is like trying to catch smoke in your hands. Just when you think you’ve got it, it slips through your fingers. And the consequences? Let’s just say they’re not always... pleasant.”

Elena sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Great. So, we’re stuck here, in the past, with no idea how we got here or how to get back. And now we’ve got some ancient witch hunter on the loose, hunting down witches like it’s open season. Perfect.”

Kol’s lips twitched into a half-smile. “Look on the bright side. At least you’ve got me for company. Could be worse.”

“Could it?” Elena shot him a pointed look, though there was no real malice behind it. “I mean, no offense, but you’re not exactly the most reassuring person to be stuck with.”

“None taken,” Kol said, his tone light. “But let’s not forget, darling, I’m the one who will save your neck when you will about to be burned at the stake. So, you’re welcome.”

Elena rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Fine. You will be my hero. Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Kol replied, his grin widening. “Now, are you going to keep staring at that watch all day, or are you going to figure out how it works?”

Elena turned the watch over again, her fingers brushing against the back. Something caught her eye, a faint engraving she hadn’t noticed before. She held it closer to the firelight, squinting to make out the tiny symbols etched into the metal.

“Kol,” she said slowly, her voice tinged with disbelief. “There’s something here. Words. And a symbol.”

Kol leaned forward his curiosity piqued. “What does it say?”

Elena’s heart raced as she read the inscription aloud. “Semper et Aeternum.” Her breath
hitched as she traced the symbol beneath the words—a triquetra, also known as the trinity knot. It consists of three interlocking loops forming a triangular shape. “This... this is my symbol. I use it in my spellwork, the doppelganger symbol. It’s like a signature. And the words: Always and forever!”

Kol’s eyebrows shot up. “Your symbol? Are you saying you made this watch?”

Elena shook her head, her mind reeling. “No. Not yet. But I guess I will. Or... I did. I don’t
know. Time travel is giving me a headache.”

Kol chuckled, though there was a note of unease in his voice. “Well, isn’t this a twist. You’re not just a time traveler, love. You’re the watchmaker.”

Elena’s stomach churned as the implications sank in. “If I’m the one who made this watch, then that means... I’m not getting back to the present anytime soon. I’m stuck here until I figure out how to create it. If I don’t, then we will never get stuck here and who knows what will happen.”

Kol’s expression softened, and for once, he looked genuinely sympathetic. “Looks like you’ve got a bit of a paradox on your hands. But don’t worry. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Elena groaned, flopping back onto the floor. “Great. Just great. I’m stuck in the past, I’ve got to invent a magical pocket watch, and there’s a witch hunter on the loose. What’s next? A plague of locusts?”

Kol smirked, leaning over to peer down at her. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, you’re handling this remarkably well. Most people would be having a full-blown existential crisis by now.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m having one,” Elena said, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m just too tired to show it.”

Kol laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Fair enough. But look on the bright side. You’ve got me to keep you entertained. And who knows? Maybe we’ll stumble upon a solution while we’re dodging witch hunters and trying not to blow up the timeline.”

Elena sat up, glaring at him. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m not trying to,” Kol replied, his grin unrepentant. “But seriously, Elena. We’ll figure this out. You’re not alone in this.”

Elena sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I know. It’s just... a lot to take in. I mean, how am I supposed to create a magical artifact when I can’t even get a simple spell to work half the time?”

Kol shrugged. “Maybe you’re overthinking it. Magic isn’t just about following instructions. It’s about intuition. Feeling. Maybe you just need to trust yourself.”

Elena raised an eyebrow. “Since when did you become the voice of wisdom?”

“Since I realized you were about to spiral into a full-blown panic,” Kol said, his tone teasing.

“Someone’s got to keep you grounded.”

Elena couldn’t help but laugh, despite the chaos swirling in her mind. “Thanks, I guess. But I still have no idea where to start.”

Kol stood, offering her a hand. “Well, first things first. Let’s get out of these nightclothes.

Nothing kills inspiration like a frumpy dressing gown.”

Elena took his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. “You’re one to talk. You look like you just rolled out of bed.”

Kol gasped, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. “I’ll have you know, this is a carefully curated look. Disheveled chic, if you will.”

Elena snorted. “More like disheveled disaster.”

Kol grinned, looping his arm through hers. “Come on, love. Let’s get dressed, and then we’ll tackle the mysteries of time and space. Or at least, we’ll make a decent attempt.”

As they made their way upstairs, Elena couldn’t help but feel a small spark of hope. Despite the chaos, despite the uncertainty, she wasn’t alone. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to get her through this.

---
Later that afternoon, after changing into more suitable attire, Elena and Kol returned to the parlor. The pocket watch lay on the table between them, its golden surface gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the windows.

“Alright,” Elena said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s start with what we know. This watch brought us here. It’s tied to me somehow. And it’s connected to time magic.”

Kol nodded, his expression serious for once. “And if you’re the one who created it, then it’s tied to your magic. Your essence.”

Elena frowned, her fingers brushing against the watch. “But how? I don’t even know how to begin creating something like this.”

Kol leaned back, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe you don’t need to. Maybe the watch already exists because you will create it. Time is a loop, after all.”

Elena groaned, pressing her hands to her temples. “This is giving me a headache.”

Kol chuckled. “Welcome to the wonderful world of temporal mechanics. But look, maybe we’re overcomplicating this. Maybe the answer is simpler than we think.”

Elena looked up at him, her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Kol leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Maybe you just need to trust your instincts. Stop overthinking it and let your magic guide you.”

Elena hesitated, then nodded. “Alright. I’ll try.”

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she focused on the watch. She let her magic flow through her, reaching out to the artifact. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, she felt a faint pulse, like a heartbeat, emanating from the watch.

Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped. “I felt something. It’s... alive. Like it’s connected to me.”

Kol’s grin widened. “See? I told you. You’ve got this.”

Elena smiled, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest. “Maybe I do. But there’s still so much we don’t know.”

Kol shrugged. “One step at a time, love. One step at a time.”

Chapter Text

The crisp autumn air carried the scent of burning leaves as Elena and Kol walked through the bustling streets of 1703 London, three months since the pocket watch had hurled them into the past. The city was alive with noise, vendors shouting, horses clattering over cobblestones, and the distant hum of magic lingering in the shadows.

Elena adjusted the hood of her cloak, her fingers brushing against the watch hidden beneath her dress. Semper et Aeternum. The words haunted her. She had spent sleepless nights studying the triquetra, the magical signature undeniably hers. The realization that she would one day create the very object that trapped them was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Kol, ever the picture of careless charm, nudged her with his elbow. "You’re brooding again, love. It’s unbecoming of a future all-powerful witch."

She shot him a look. "We’re stuck in the past, Kol. And if I don’t figure out how to make this watch, we might never get home."

"Or," he said with a smirk, "we could stay and make history. I’ve always fancied the idea of being a legend."

Before Elena could retort, a sharp whistle cut through the air. A small figure darted past, snatching the pouch of coins from her belt.

"Hey!" Kol moved faster than humanly possible, catching the thief by the collar. The boy—no older than seven, struggled, his dark eyes wide with fear.

Elena knelt before him. "You’re starving," she observed softly.

Henry glared. "What’s it to you?"

Kol smirked. "Cheeky little thing, isn’t he?"

Something in Elena’s chest twisted. She couldn’t leave him.

She ignored him, offering the boy a small smile. "What’s your name?"

"Henry." he muttered.

“Where are your parents? Your family?”

The boy…Henry looked at his feet. “I don’t have one.”

"We’re taking him with us," she declared. “Come with us, we can get you some food, a bath and a warm place to sleep.”

Kol groaned. "Because we don’t have enough problems?"

But he didn’t argue.
---

Back at the estate, the fire in the guest room crackled as Henry, scrubbed clean and dressed in borrowed clothes that were still too large for him, devoured a bowl of stew with the ravenous focus of a child who had gone too long without a proper meal.

Elena watched him with a quiet ache in her chest. He reminded her of herself in some ways—lost, alone, surviving by sheer stubbornness. Kol leaned against the wall, arms crossed, observing with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Once Henry’s eyelids grew heavy, Elena guided him to a cot near the fire, tucking him in with a gentleness that surprised even her. The boy murmured something incoherent before drifting off, his small fingers clutching the edge of the blanket like he feared it might vanish.

Kol waited until Henry’s breathing evened out before speaking. “You do realize we’re not exactly equipped to raise a child, yes? Especially not one plucked from the gutter of 18th-century London.”

Elena shot him a look. “We’re not raising him. We’re just… helping.”

“Ah, yes. Because we have so much free time between figuring out how to get home and avoiding altering history beyond repair, and let’s not forget about the vampire, who wants to kill all witches.”

She sighed, rubbing her temples. “I couldn’t just leave him, Kol.”

He studied her for a long moment before exhaling dramatically. “Fine. But if he starts stealing my things, I’m draining him.”

Elena rolled her eyes, but before she could retort, Kol reached into his coat and pulled out a worn, leather-bound book. The cover was embossed with intricate symbols, the edges frayed with age.

Her breath caught.

Esther’s grimoire.

Kol’s expression was uncharacteristically serious as he handed it to her. “I’ve been holding onto this. Thought it might help you find a way home.”

Elena took it carefully, the weight of it heavy in her hands. The magic within hummed against her fingertips, ancient and potent. “You’ve had this the whole time?”

He shrugged, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, guilt, maybe, or reluctance. “I wasn’t sure you were ready for it. Esther’s spells are… unpredictable. And dangerous.”

She traced the cover, her mind racing. If there was any chance this book held the key to their return, she had to try. But the thought of wielding her ancestor’s magic, of stepping into the role of the witch who would one day invent time travel, sent a shiver down her spine.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

Kol smirked, the moment of gravity passing as quickly as it had come. “Don’t thank me yet. If you blow us up, I’ll be very cross.”

Elena huffed a laugh, but her grip on the grimoire tightened. Somewhere in these pages lay answers. And she would find them, no matter the cost.

Chapter Text

The next morning, Elena found Henry sitting on the edge of his cot, already dressed and eyeing the door like a trapped animal. His fingers twitched toward the window, as if calculating an escape route.

She approached slowly, holding out a fresh roll. “Hungry?”

Henry hesitated, then snatched it, tearing into it with the same desperate hunger as the night before. Elena sat beside him, careful not to crowd him.

“You don’t have to stay,” she said. “But if you want to, you can.”

Henry swallowed, wiping crumbs from his mouth. “Why?”

Elena considered lying, but something in his sharp gaze told her he’d see right through it. “Because I know what it’s like to have no one.”

His eyes flickered with suspicion, but he didn’t bolt.

Kol leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. “She’s got a bleeding heart, this one. Terrible affliction.”

Henry tensed, but Elena shot Kol a glare before turning back to the boy. “Ignore him. He’s just grumpy because he hasn’t fed yet.”

Kol smirked. “True. But I’m charming when I’m grumpy.”

Henry didn’t laugh, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

Elena took that as a win.

Over the next few days, Elena tried, awkwardly, to coax Henry out of his shell. She showed him small spells, floating candles, harmless sparks, hoping to impress him.

Henry watched with guarded interest. “Can you turn lead into gold?”

“No,” she admitted.

“Can you make people disappear?”

“Not… permanently.”

He huffed. “Then what’s the point?”

Elena laughed despite herself. “Fair question.”

Kol, who had been pretending not to eavesdrop, chimed in, “She could turn you into a toad, though. I’d pay to see that.”

Henry scowled. “I’d bite you.”

Kol’s grin widened. “Oh, I like him.”

Elena sighed, but for the first time, Henry didn’t look like he was planning to run.
---

That night after putting Henry to bed, Elena sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the pins from her hair one by one, letting the dark waves tumble loose over her shoulders. Kol lounged in a chair nearby, idly flipping through a book he wasn’t really reading.

Silence stretched between them, comfortable but weighted.

Elena glanced at him. "Do you like having Henry around?"

Kol didn’t look up. "He’s tolerable."

She smirked. "High praise from you."

He snapped the book shut with a sigh. "What do you want me to say, love? That I’ve grown fond of the little street rat? That I’ve secretly always wanted to play father figure to a grubby urchin?"

Elena rolled her eyes. "I just meant, he’s not as much of a nuisance as you thought he’d be."

Kol leaned back, stretching his legs out. "No. He’s got spirit. I’ll give him that."

She hesitated, then asked softly, "Does he remind you of Henrik?"

The air in the room went still.

Kol’s fingers tightened imperceptibly around the book’s spine. His expression didn’t change, but something dark flickered in his eyes.

Elena immediately regretted the question.

Then, just as quickly, Kol’s mask slipped back into place. He arched a brow. "What an odd thing to ask."

She didn’t back down. "Is it?"

Kol exhaled through his nose, tossing the book onto the table beside him. "Henrik was my brother. There’s a difference."

The words hung between them.

Elena knew the story, how Henrik had been killed by werewolves, how Klaus had watched it happen, how their mother’s grief had driven her to create the first vampires in a desperate bid to protect what was left of her children.

She also knew Kol never spoke of it.

She reached out, her fingers brushing his wrist. "I didn’t mean to."

Kol cut her off with a sharp laugh, pulling away. "You always do this."

"Do what?"

"Dig." His voice was light, but there was an edge beneath it. "You can’t leave well enough alone. Always poking at things better left buried."

Elena frowned. "That’s not fair."

"Isn’t it?" He stood, pacing to the window. "You ask questions you already know the answers to. You push, and push, and then act surprised when it hurts."

She flinched. "I just thought."

"What? That I’d confess some long-buried sentimentality?" Kol turned, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "That I’d weep over a brother dead for a thousand years while clutching some ragged orphan to my chest like a replacement?"

Elena’s temper flared. "That’s not what I meant, and you know it."

"Then what did you mean?"

She stood, crossing her arms. "I meant that I see the way you look at him sometimes. Like you’re remembering something. Like you care."

Kol’s lips curled into a sneer. "Care? Care? Elena, I’m a vampire. A monster. I don’t care about lost children. I don’t mourn. That’s not what we do."

She stepped closer. "Bullshit."

He stilled.

"You mourn," she said quietly. "You just don’t let anyone see it."

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Kol turned away, his voice low. "Henrik was… soft. He trusted too easily. Laughed too much. He didn’t understand the world was cruel until it killed him for it."

Elena’s chest ached.

Kol continued, his back to her. "Henry isn’t like that. He’s already learned the lesson. He knows the world will chew him up if he lets it. So no, he doesn’t remind me of Henrik." A pause. "Except in the
ways he does."

Elena exhaled. "Kol…"

He shook his head. "Don’t."

She didn’t.

Instead, she moved to stand beside him at the window, staring out at the moonlit streets of London.

After a moment, Kol spoke again, quieter this time. "I don’t know what you want from me, Elena."

She leaned her shoulder against his. "Nothing."

He scoffed.

"I mean it," she said. "I just… wanted to know if you were okay."

Kol let out a slow breath. "I’m fine."

She didn’t press.

Silence settled between them again, but it was softer now. Less charged.

After a while, Kol tilted his head. "He does bite like Henrik, though."

Elena blinked. "What?"

Kol smirked. "Henrik bit me once. Drew blood and everything. Little demon had sharp teeth."

She laughed, surprised. "What did you do to deserve that?"

"I may have turned his favorite toy into a spider."

Elena groaned. "You’re terrible."

Kol’s grin was unrepentant. "He got over it."

She shook her head, but she was smiling.

They lapsed into silence again, but it was easier now. Comfortable.

Eventually, Kol sighed. "We can’t keep him, you know."

Elena’s smile faded. "I know."

"He’s not a stray puppy."

"I know."

Kol glanced at her. "Then what’s the plan?"

She chewed her lip. "I don’t know yet."

He snorted. "Brilliant."

Elena elbowed him. "Shut up. We’ll figure it out."

Kol didn’t argue.

Outside, the distant sound of church bells tolled the hour.

Elena turned away from the window. "We should sleep."

Kol made a show of stretching. "Ah, yes. The mortal need for rest. How quaint."

She rolled her eyes, climbing into bed. "Goodnight, Kol."

He smirked, but there was something almost fond in it. "Goodnight, love."

As she closed her eyes, she heard him settle behind her, his arm draping over her.

And for the first time in weeks, she didn’t dream of time slipping through her fingers.

She dreamed of home.

Chapter Text

For the past few days Elena and Kol have been spending their days between magic lessons and bonding with Henry. Despite Kol’s insistent that they can’t keep him, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to let him go.

One night, while sitting in bed, Elena pored over Esther’s grimoire by candlelight. The pages were filled with spells in languages she didn’t recognize—some in ancient runes, others in a script that seemed to shift when she blinked.

Then she found it.

Aeternum Link.

The words were etched in dark ink, the margins filled with frantic notes. The spell itself was written in a language she couldn’t decipher, but the diagrams were clear—a binding, a tether between two entities. One mortal, one… not.

Her pulse quickened.

“Kol,” she called.

He appeared beside her in an instant, peering over her shoulder. “Ah. Mother’s failed attempts at godhood.”

Elena frowned. “What do you mean?”

Kol traced the page with a finger. “She wanted immortality. Not just for herself—for all of us. But immortality requires an anchor. Something eternal to tie yourself to.”

Elena’s breath caught. “Like… a vampire?”

Kol’s smirk faded. “Like an Original.”

She stared at the spell, mind racing. “But she never finished it.”

“No. She found another way.” His voice was bitter. “The white oak tree.”

Elena’s fingers trembled against the page. If Esther had succeeded, if she had tied herself to something truly eternal—

“What if we finish it?” she whispered.

Kol went still. “Elena.”

“If we finish it, I can tie myself to you. As long as you live, I will remain young and immortal. It will remove the worry about me getting old and dying before we find a way to get back.”

They stared at each other in the flickering candlelight, the weight of the discovery settling between them.

Somewhere in the house, Henry’s quiet footsteps padded down the hall.

Kol broke the silence first. “You realize this could go horribly wrong.”

Elena grinned. “You realize this could go incredibly right.”
---

The following morning, Elena made her way to Agatha’s cottage, Henry clinging to her arm. He has been warming up to them, but still remained cautious. Though her visits had grown less frequent since gaining control over her magic, she still stopped by whenever she and Kol were away from the estate—partly to check on Henry, and partly to see how Elena’s magic was progressing.

The cottage was as cozy as ever, the scent of herbs and burning wood thick in the air. Agatha sat by the hearth, stirring a bubbling cauldron, but she looked up the moment Elena stepped inside.

“Ah,” the old witch said, her keen eyes flickering between Elena and Henry. “I was wondering when you’d come back. Oh dear, you’ve got that look about you.”

Elena raised a brow. “What look?”

“The one that says you’re about to do something reckless.” Agatha smirked, nodding toward the table. “Sit. Tell me what’s brewing in that mind of yours.”

Henry bounded over to his usual spot by the fire, curling up with a contented sigh as Elena settled across from Agatha. She hesitated only a moment before pulling out Esther’s grimoire, flipping to the page she had studied the night before.

Agatha’s expression shifted the moment she saw it. “Ah.” Her voice was quieter now, edged with something like caution. “The *Aeternum Link*.”

Elena’s pulse jumped. “You know it?”

“I know *of* it,” Agatha corrected, running a gnarled finger over the ancient script. “Esther’s unfinished masterpiece. A way to bind mortal life to something… greater.” Her gaze lifted, sharp and assessing. “You’re considering it.”

It wasn’t a question.

Elena exhaled. “If it works, I wouldn’t age. I wouldn’t die—not as long as Kol lives. It would buy us time.”

Agatha studied her for a long moment before sighing. “Child, do you understand what you’re asking? Binding your life to an Original is no small thing. Magic always demands a price.”

“I know,” Elena said firmly. “But I’m willing to pay it.”

Agatha’s lips pursed. Then, surprisingly, she chuckled. “You Mikaelsons,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Always so dramatic.” She tapped the grimoire. “This spell requires more than just ingredients. It requires *intent*—a true, unbreakable bond. If there’s even a sliver of doubt…”

Elena didn’t flinch. “I am not a Mikaelson.”

Agatha started to laugh. Elena gaped at her.

“My dear girl, you may not be truly married to that boy, but you are a Mikaelson. There is no doubt in my mind about it. Now, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.”

Agatha’s eyes gleamed with something akin to approval. “Well then,” she said, pushing herself up with a grunt. “Best get to work.”

They went over the spell again and again, until the sun had started to set, only then did they stop. Getting up from the table, Elena went to pick up Henry, who had fallen asleep by the fire at some point.

After agreeing to perform the spell in two weeks, on the full moon, they said their goodbyes and Elena headed home, with sleeping Henry.
---

When Elena returned home and tucked Henry into bed, she stepped into Kol’s bedroom—which, these days, had become ‘theirs’—and found him lounging against the pillows, staring at the celling.

His eyes opened the moment she entered, a slow smirk curving his lips. "Evening, darling. How did it go with Agatha?"

Elena exhaled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Good. The full moon is in two weeks—that’s when we can perform the spell." She hesitated, fingers twisting in the fabric of her skirt. "Kol, I have to ask… are you sure you want to do this?"

He tilted his head, watching her with that infuriatingly perceptive gaze. "Why wouldn’t I?"

"Because," she said, meeting his eyes, "we’ve been pretending to be married for appearances. We’ve gotten… close. But once we do this, there’s no going back. To put it bluntly—there’s no getting rid of
me."

Kol’s smirk softened into something warmer. He set the book aside and reached for her, pulling her down beside him. "Oh, darling," he murmured, fingers brushing her cheek. "Why would you think I’d want to be rid of you?"

Elena swallowed. "Because forever is a long time, even for an Original."

Kol chuckled, low and rich. "And yet, here I am, basically raising a son with you." His thumb traced her jaw. "Do you really believe I’d go through all that trouble for just pretend?"

Elena’s breath caught. "Kol…"

"I’ve lived a thousand years, love," he interrupted, voice uncharacteristically earnest. "And in all that time, I’ve never met anyone quite like you. Reckless, brilliant, infuriatingly stubborn...”

She swatted his arm, but he caught her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm.

"…and utterly impossible to resist." he finished, lips curving against her skin. "So no, Elena. I don’t want to be rid of you. Not now. Not ever."

The weight in her chest loosened. She leaned into him, resting her forehead against his. "Good." she whispered. "Because you’re stuck with me."

Kol’s laughter was dark and delighted. "Darling, I wouldn’t have it any other way."

Chapter Text

The next two weeks were uneventful. Two days before the full moon, Elena and Henry strolled through the village shops, picking out new clothes while Kol stayed behind, claiming he’d rather face an angry mob than endure a shopping spree.

They returned home just before dusk, Henry chattering excitedly about his new coat—only to find the estate eerily silent. No snarky remarks, no dramatic sighs from Kol as he pretended not to care about their purchases.

"Kol?" Elena called, her voice echoing through the empty halls.

No answer.

Henry tugged at her sleeve, his small face creased with worry. "Where’s he?"

A cold dread settled in Elena’s chest. Kol never left without telling her.

She searched the house, then the grounds, her panic rising with each passing minute. Then she saw it—a scrap of fabric caught on a thornbush near the edge of the forest. Kol’s coat.

"Henry, stay here," she ordered, her voice tight.

"But..."

"Stay. Please. If you hear anything, go into our room and lock the door. It will activate the protection spells."

His lower lip trembled, but he nodded.

Elena didn’t run, she hunted. The trail led her to a decrepit church on the outskirts of town, its rotting beams groaning in the wind. Inside, the scent of blood and decay hit her like a physical blow.

And there, strung up in silver chains, was Kol.

Vampires surrounded him, their laughter sharp as they toyed with their prey. Kol’s skin was burned where the silver, dipped in vervain touched, his face pale with pain—but his smirk never wavered.

"Really, gentlemen," he drawled, voice hoarse but still dripping with arrogance. "If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just asked."

One of them backhanded him. "Shut up, Mikaelson."

Elena’s vision went red.

Power surged through her veins, raw and untamed. She didn’t think, she acted.

The earth trembled. The vampires’ heads twisted, a sickening crack, falling away from their bodies, and then they were nothing but corpses at her feet.

Kol dropped into her arms, weak but alive. His grin was bloody but triumphant. "Took you long enough."

Elena’s hands shook as she cradled him. "I killed them."

"Indeed," Kol murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "And you were magnificent."

She didn’t trust herself to speak. Instead, she helped him to his feet, half-carrying him back to the estate where a frantic Henry waited.

The moment they stepped inside, the boy barreled into Kol, wrapping his arms around him in a fierce hug.

"Dad, you’re okay!" Henry whispered, his voice thick with tears.

Kol winced but hugged him back, ruffling his hair. "Of course I am, little man. Your mother wouldn’t let anything happen to me."

Elena met his gaze over Henry’s head, her heart still pounding.

Kol’s smile softened.

They were her family.

And no one touched her family.

---
Later that night, after cleaning Kol's wounds and ensuring the estate's protective spells were reinforced, Elena and Kol tucked Henry into bed. The boy had been unusually quiet since their return, his small fingers clutching the blanket tightly as he looked between them with wide, uncertain eyes.

Elena smoothed his hair back gently. "You should get some rest, sweetheart. It's been a long day."

Henry hesitated, then whispered, "Are you going to leave me too?"

The question hit Elena like a punch to the gut. She exchanged a glance with Kol, whose expression had darkened with understanding.

Kol sat on the edge of the bed his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Now why would we do that?"

Henry bit his lip. "Because… people always leave. My real parents did. And today, when you were gone, I thought…" His voice cracked.

Elena’s heart ached. She cupped his face in her hands. "Henry, listen to me. You are ours now. Not just because we take care of you, but because we choose you. Every day."

Kol nodded his usual smirk replaced with something far more sincere. "And trust me, little man, once a Mikaelson claims you, there’s no getting rid of us. We’re a rather stubborn lot."

Henry sniffled, but a small, hopeful smile tugged at his lips. "Really?"

"Really," Elena promised, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You’re stuck with us."

Kol ruffled his hair again, his grin returning. "And if anyone tries to take you away, well… they’ll find out just how creative your mother and I can be."

Henry finally relaxed, sinking back into his pillows with a sigh of relief. "Okay," he murmured, already half-asleep. "Love you."

Elena’s breath caught. Kol went still beside her, his eyes flickering with something unreadable.

Then, softly, Kol replied, "Love you too, little man."

Elena squeezed Henry’s hand. "Always and forever."

They stayed until his breathing evened out, until they were certain he was lost in dreams where he was safe, where he was theirs.

As they quietly left the room, Kol’s fingers brushed against Elena’s. She didn’t pull away.

Instead, she tangled her hand with his, holding on tight.

They were family.

And family protected their own.

Once Henry was safely asleep, Elena and Kol retreated to their shared bedroom—no longer just Kol's, but theirs in every way that mattered. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Elena turned to him, her expression tight with worry and simmering fury.

"Who took you?" she demanded, her voice low but razor-sharp.

Kol sighed, running a hand through his hair before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Tamlin," he said, the name dripping with disdain. "The self-proclaimed Vampire Lord who fancies himself a hunter of witches. Apparently, he’s been tracking our little family for weeks."

Elena’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. "Why didn’t he come for me?"

Kol smirked, though it lacked its usual mischief. "Because, darling, even fools know better than to challenge a witch on her own land. He thought separating us would make you vulnerable. Clearly, he underestimated you."

Elena exhaled sharply, her anger giving way to something far more raw. "When I realized you were gone—when I saw your coat torn and the vervain burns on your skin…" Her voice broke. "Kol, I couldn’t breathe."

Kol’s smirk faded. In an instant, he was on his feet, closing the distance between them. His hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears she hadn’t realized had fallen. "Elena," he murmured, his voice softer than she’d ever heard it. "I’m an Original. A few jumped-up vampires aren’t nearly enough to keep me."

She shook her head. "That’s not the point. You—you matter to me. To Henry. If something happened to you…"

Kol’s grip tightened slightly, his gaze burning into hers. "Listen to me. There is no getting rid of me. Not by Tamlin, not by death, not even by your stubbornness."

Elena let out a watery laugh, but before she could retort, Kol leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn’t playful or teasing—it was fervent, a promise sealed in the press of lips and the slide of hands. Elena melted into him, her fingers twisting in his shirt as if to anchor herself.

When they finally pulled apart, Kol rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. "We’re bound, Elena. In every way that counts."

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding. "And after the spell?"

Kol’s grin returned, wicked and bright. "Then you’ll really be stuck with me."

Elena rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as she kissed him again.

Tamlin would come for them—she knew that. But let him try.

He’d learn the hard way what happened to those who threatened a Mikaelson’s family.

Chapter Text

The woods were alive with the silver glow of the full moon, casting long shadows through the ancient trees. Elena shivered as the cool grass brushed against her bare feet, her thin nightgown doing little to shield her from the chill. But the cold was the last thing on her mind.

Beside her, Kol Mikaelson smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’re sure about this, love? Once it’s done, there’s no going back.”

Elena rolled her eyes, though her heart pounded. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure.”

Kol chuckled, stepping closer. “Good. Because I’d hate to think you dragged me out here in the middle of the night just to change your mind.”

She huffed, but a smile tugged at her lips. “Just get on with it.”

The ritual was simple in theory—binding her life to his, tying her mortality to his immortality.

She wouldn’t age, wouldn’t die—unless he did. And Kol Mikaelson wasn’t the type to go down easily.

Elena knelt in the soft earth, the scent of damp moss and pine thick in the air. Kol circled her, his fingers trailing over her shoulders as he murmured ancient words under his breath.

The air hummed with power, the forest itself seeming to hold its breath.

Then came the blood.

Kol’s dagger flashed in the moonlight as he sliced his palm, crimson welling up in the cut. He offered it to her, and Elena didn’t hesitate. She pressed her own palm against his, their blood mingling as the ritual demanded.

“Now, love,” Kol murmured, his voice low and rough, “you have to say the words.”

Elena swallowed, her fingers tightening around his. “Vitam meam tibi ligo. Sanguinem meum tuum est. In aeternum.”

The moment the last word left her lips, the world seemed to tilt. A rush of heat surged through her veins, her vision blurring at the edges. Kol’s grip on her hand was ironclad, his other arm wrapping around her waist as she swayed.

“Easy,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “It’ll pass.”

Elena gasped as the sensation crested, sharp, overwhelming, alive. Her heart stuttered, then steadied, beating in perfect sync with Kol’s. When she opened her eyes, the world was sharper, brighter. The shadows no longer seemed so dark.

Kol’s grin was wicked. “Welcome to immortality, darling.”

Elena exhaled a shaky laugh. “That was… intense.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started.” His fingers traced the line of her jaw, tilting her face up to his. “Binding rituals have side effects.”

Before she could ask what he meant, his mouth crashed into hers, hot and demanding. Elena melted against him, her blood singing in response. The taste of copper lingered between them, his blood, hers, both now intertwined.

Kol’s hands slid down her sides, gripping the thin fabric of her nightgown. With a sharp tug, it tore, the sound loud in the quiet forest. Elena gasped, but didn’t pull away. The night air kissed her bare skin, but she wasn’t cold anymore.

“You’re insatiable,” she breathed as his lips trailed down her throat.

Kol chuckled against her skin. “And you’re mine now. In every way.”

The ground was hard beneath her knees, but she barely noticed. Kol’s hands were everywhere, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The ritual had bound them together, but this... this was something else entirely.

When his fangs scraped against her collarbone, Elena arched into him with a moan. “Do it,” she whispered.

Kol didn’t need to be told twice.

The sharp sting of his bite sent a shock of pleasure through her, her fingers tangling in his hair. The world narrowed to the feel of his mouth on her skin, the intoxicating pull as he drank. But this time, it was different. She could feel him—his heartbeat, his hunger, his satisfaction echoing through her own body.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were stained crimson. Elena reached up, swiping her thumb across his mouth. Kol caught her wrist, pressing a kiss to her pulse point.

“Still with me?” he teased.

Elena smirked. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”

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Elena's mind was reeling, her eyes darkening as she closed the distance between them, her lips pressing onto Kol' for the second time. The feeling was much more than she would've expected, his lips so plump and soft, that her hands had to grab onto the collar of his night shirt to pull him closer. She pulled away a bit, her eyes meeting his as if to covey that this was actually happening, to prove that this was indeed what she wanted.

Her eyes were clouded by the lust that she could clearly see was reflected in Kol's whiskey-colored eyes, the need for each other, raw desire evidently burning in their depths.

Just as Kol grinned at her, her fingers threaded through his short hair, and his lips covered hers this time, pressing together so hotly and he couldn't help himself, instinct taking over his body. Elena kissed him back, feeling as he flashed them to the nearest tree, her back hitting it and her mouth parted from his, a gasp spilling onto Kol's soft lips. She felt delicious shivers run all over her body and her breath hitched in her throat as she felt Kol's hands on her upper body, his lips finding hers again. It was more than clear that a sudden desperation had taken over them both as Kol pinned her body harder into the tree.

Elena's hands quickly got rid of his shirt, pulling it over his head. His talented lips were everywhere. Or so it seemed to Elena. She was lost in the pleasure as he continued to kiss, lick and nip every part of her exposed skin. He could see that under what used to be her nightgown she was bare and he smiled as he continued to tease her, kissing the sensitive skin of her breasts. He was lost, clearly enjoying how her chest was heaving and that moans were continuously spilling from her lips. Kol loved to feel Elena's fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck, a soft moan escaping him as she pulled on it, practically demanding him to kiss her. He had to admit that he liked that she was so blunt, and was only too happy to oblige.

All that pent up sexual tension was just driving them insane and now that it had reached its peak, they were both certain that the world would go up in flames from the intensity of their coupling. They were drowning beneath the waves of scorching fire that were spreading through their veins, licking at their insides and burning away all of their restrains.

Kol pushed her up against the tree, her back arching off of it as she felt him grinding into her, both clearly wanting more, needing more, not caring for the wood scratching Elena’s ass. He was devouring her mouth, his lips hot and unrelenting and his tongue soft, yet wicked. Elena knew that this was more than she had expected, far too passionate to simply be a lust fueled hook up. But, of course, it wasn't. Elena knew she had fallen for him and could only hope he would feel the same with time.

Kol’s hot breath on her neck made her moan as she felt the trepidation rush through her at the thought of him biting her again, but unfortunately Kol settled for simply kissing her and slightly nipping at her smooth flesh and not doing anything stupid.

Her hands were sliding over his torso and roaming over his sculpted chest, making him groan. Not being able to resist much longer, Kol wrapped an arm around her waist and his other hand slid under her backside, picking her up and flashing them harshly into another tree. By the cracking sound that resonated through the meadow and the gasp that escaped Elena's lips, Kol figured that he had underestimated his force, breaking the tree. He looked at Elena, checking if he hadn’t hurt her, but to both of their surprise they could see her back healing before their eyes. Turns out the binding was doing more that just keep her young and immortal.

"Easy there, darling." Elena teased him, with an awful English accent, grinning at the playful way that he narrowed his eyes before flashing her to another tree, this time managing not to break anything. She didn't know why, but she just had to say something.

"Are you mocking me, darling?" Kol raised an eyebrow at her, seeing the playful smile that curled her lips. He liked seeing her like this, having that playful banter with her that they both seemed to enjoy so much. She looked back at him cheekily, her hands lightly running over his hair, her lips pursed into a slight pout.

"So, what if I am? What are you gonna do?" Elena smiled up at him, her fingers slowly descending over his chest and abs.

Hearing him chuckle, she looked him in the eyes confused. Before she could question him further on that smug look on his face, she felt Kol's hand on her thigh, pulling it up and making her wrap her legs around his hips, bringing him closer. A small gasp escaped Elena's lips as she felt his other hand slide up her back, removing the ruined night gown.

Wasting no more time, her fingers threaded through Kols’ hair, tugging him closer and sliding her tongue past his lips while tightening her legs around him. Kol bucked his hips against hers, needing to create more of that delicious friction as she kissed him hard. They were lost in their kiss, the intensity of the moment evident to both of them.

Elena moaned rather loudly as she felt Kol's rock-hard erection press against her core, making her want more of him. Kol’s hands were all over her body, his kiss was hard and it made desire pool between her legs and her clit throb in need.

His sinfully delicious lips glided over hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as he pushed her harder into the tree. The need for each other was completely consuming and they were both driven by that urge to feel more as the sensations were spinning around them, tainting the air with lust. They fit together perfectly, both passionate and hungry for more.

Kol’s hands cupped her round ass, aligning their bodies perfectly as he captured her lips in a heated kiss. Her hands were sliding down his abs, making him moan as she ran only the tip of her fingers over the skin just above his pants. The teasingly gentle touches of Elena’s fingers were contrasting with the urgent way that her lips were moving against his. Their tongues were fighting for dominance and she could feel the rising heat building between their bodies rapidly.

Kol smirked mischievously as he felt her fingers inch dangerously low on his abs and move so lightly over his skin, barely touching him and driving him insane. Elena was certainly not one to be submissive, he noticed, as she responded to his kiss with that same urgency as his.

He pulled back a little, grabbing both her hands and pinning them above her head to the tree
with one of his before reconnecting their mouths. The blood was rushing through her veins, her chest was heaving and her breathing was labored because of his proximity and the intimacy of their touches.

"Kol!" Elena moaned as she felt his hands pulling her closer, her back pressed into the harsh trunk of the tree, his tongue, hands and basically his entire body dominating hers and she surrendered, already too damn horny to even think properly.

Feeling rather wicked, Elena sucked Kol's tongue into her mouth as he finally cupped her breast, kneading it expertly and she bit down on his tongue with blunt teeth, making his hips buck into hers instinctively.

She was falling apart under his talented hands and mouth as she felt his thumb brush over her pert nipple, his lips attacking hers with a force that made her gasp. Her fingers caressed his thigh, her lips curving into a sexy smile as she moved her hand upwards, towards his aching erection.

The anticipation was unbearable and Kol let out a groan through gritted teeth as he felt Elena's nails scratch against his pant clad crotch. The thick fabric did nothing to dilute the pleasure that shot through him and he wondered just how it would feel if he were naked. His hands grabbed onto her hips, bringing her body flush against his as he slid his fingers in her not so long brown locks.

Elena gasped as she felt herself being pushed against the tree roughly again, Kol's lips hovering over hers and one of his hands reaching her heaving chest. She moaned as he brushed his fingers over her erect nipple as he smiled at her devilishly. The look of challenge in her eyes had shredded the last bit of his control and he crashed his lips to hers, beginning the battle for dominance as he let his hands roam her sexy curves. He was so driven by lust that the next thing Elena knew was that he had pushed her to the ground, making her gasp as her body hit the ground.

Leaves flew around her, making her giggle at the roughness of his actions before feeling his body covering hers instantly.

Kol looked up at her, smirking as he kneeled between her legs, one hand keeping her pinned to the ground while the other parted her legs seductively, lifting her left leg over his shoulder, opening her to his hungry mouth. In that moment, he was fairly certain that he couldn't hold off any longer, so he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to her delectable folds before teasingly kissing back over her inner thighs. The whimper that escaped Elena's lips made his patience shatter. He slowly licked her cleft, his tongue parting her folds to stroke over her throbbing clit, making Elena gasp at the surge of pleasure.

Her head thudded against the ground, more leaves fluttering around her as heat was pulsing through her blood from the point where his tongue was driving her mad. Her leg flexed against his back, urging him closer, her hands grabbing at his hair to hold him still as she rocked into him. Feeling the rough small touches of his stubble against her sensitive inner thighs was its own provocation, heightening her awareness of everything around her.

Her body shook with every swipe of his talented tongue, her eyelids heavy from the illicit pleasure. His tongue rubbed over and over the clenching entrance to her body, teasing her, making her grind shamelessly into his working mouth. His hands cupped her bare buttocks, kneading, urging her onto his tongue as he thrust it inside her, making Elena's eyes roll in
the back of her head.

It was clear that he was enjoying the way that she whimpered and moaned. Kol was making her fall apart and he was relishing in the control that he had over her body. There was reverence in the greedy way he enjoyed her, the unmistakable sense that he worshipped her body, that pleasuring it and taking pleasure from it was as vital to him as the blood in his veins.

"Yes," Elena hissed, feeling an incredibly strong orgasm building. Her breasts ached for his touch, her chest heaving as she tried to steady herself, her body trembling on the edge of a desperately needed orgasm.

He was satisfying her in such a way that Elena thought that she was going insane with the constant assault over her senses. It felt so good that her body was bowing to his. Kol's lips circled her clit and his cheeks hallowed. Sucking rhythmically, he massaged the hypersensitive knot with the tip of his tongue, making Elena moan loudly as her back arched off the ground, her hips churning to get him closer.

Everything tightened viciously inside of her, then released in a fiery burst of pleasure. The orgasm poured through her in a scorching wave that had her head spinning. Hearing and seeing her come undone like that did wonders to Kol's already raging libido and he knew that they were going to drive each other crazy with lust.

When Elena opened her eyes again, she eyed him up the length of her torso. Kol had stood up with her again and put her shaking legs on the ground, his lean body pressing deliciously into hers as he held her upright. His hands were still on her rear and his eyes glued to her face. He didn't want to miss any second of the way that Elena's beautiful features morphed with the rush of untamed pleasure.

Breathy moans escaped her lips as she tugged Kol closer to her breasts and he complied, latching his lips onto her hardened nipple. There was a blazing fire coursing through her bloodstream and she let out a loud moan, feeling Kol's tongue circle her nipple before closing his teeth over it, then his lips and he sucked hard, making her back arch off the tree completely.

All of that sexual tension and need to feel each other's bodies had turned into a power struggle, each one of them wanting to tease the other. Their bodies were pressed together and their bare skin was touching, making pleasure surge through them both.

"Kol...please!" Elena whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as she struggled to steady herself, her body already feeling like it was made of jell-o. Kol groaned at the erotic sight of Elena's naked, flushed body grinding into his, her movements only making him harder, his painfully hard erection becoming uncomfortable under his jeans. He grinded his lower body against her moist core, making her shake with the immense need for his touch.

"Please what, darling? Tell me what you want..." He told her playfully, his teeth showing as he grinned at her, loving that she was already begging for his touch. The way that her body was responding to his touch was driving him insane and he wanted to ravage her thoroughly.

"I need you." Elena smiled wantonly.

Her body was quivering with need as Kol's fingers roamed her body, making goose bumps appear wherever he caressed her soft skin. Elena moaned as she felt Kol's fingers move over the drenched and sensitive flesh of her core and she whimpered as his finger circled her clit.

His bare chest was rubbing against her breasts hotly and his lips were trailing down the side of her throat as his fingers brushed over her aching flesh.

"Kol..." She moaned his name, her hands grabbing his as he pulled back from her neck and looked into her eyes. Knowing that he still had his pants on and seeing that it was clearly becoming painful for him, Elena pouted at him and ripped open his button and pulled his huge cock out, watching as Kol's eyes widened in surprise. Elena's coy smile told him exactly what she was about to do and sure enough, her fingers wrapped around his member, her eyes still boring into his. He decided that they were both too desperate for release and he got rid of his pants, smirking as Elena's eyes locked on his impressive erection.

Elena moaned into his mouth as she felt his steely hard member press against her thigh. Her fingers wrapped around him again, wanting to feel just how hard he was, but, still soft and warm to the touch.

His hand instantly covered hers, stilling any other ministrations, because all that he needed was to be inside of her, to have her soft, delicate wet flesh engulf him. Elena's hands wrapped tightly around his neck, bringing him infinitely close and she nipped at Kol' lips as she rolled her hips, urging him to give them both what they've been craving since they ended up in the past.

Her hand sneaked between them and her fingers closed over his aching cock again, seeing that he had gone back to teasing her. The feeling of her hand fisting his erection made Kol grunt, knowing that if she kept stroking his member, he'd lose that last bit of control. He was thankful for being 1000 years old right then because if it weren't for his years of developing his control, he would have fucked her hard against every fucking tree in the woods. Oddly enough, right then, he was trying to prolong the moment, wanting to feel her body writhe under his for hours, but the woods were probably not the best choice for that.

What they had both thought would turn out to be a rough, rushed fuck against a tree had turned out to be a torturous game for both of them. A game of control and power -which
they both desired.

"Kol! I need you now!" Elena's words got stuck in her throat as he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head as he slid inside of her in a swift movement. She whimpered as he pushed himself into her inch by gloriously hard inch, her body struggling to accommodate the wonderful fullness she craved.

He smirked as he heard her words turn into a loud cry as he filled her to the hilt, groaning as she wrapped her legs around him. He savored the feeling of her inner muscles clamping down on him as he felt just how tight and warm she was. It was like velvet wrapping around his cock and the softness of her skin on his was spreading fire through his body.

"You were saying..." Kol smirked as he saw Elena's flushed face and swollen lips. She was stunned by her sudden need to voice things out just as much as he was content with the turn out.

"Move." Elena whispered in a low voice, so hot that Kol felt his body obey her demand as he pulled back until he was almost out of her and slammed back down. Her back arched off the tree, her hips pushing back against his.

A trembling moan tumbled from her mouth onto his, the friction of his drives stirring her never-sated need to be fucked senseless by him. Her lips were over his as much as possible, whilst her hips lifted so that he could pick up his pace. The way that their skin was touching everywhere made her eyes roll in the back of her head. The delicious way that her breasts slid over his chest with his every thrust sent shocks of pleasure throughout her body.

He pulled her hips to meet his powerful thrusts, her tender sex aching as Kol filled her over and over with his thick cock, his gaze dark and possessive, his breath leaving him in grunts every time he hit deep inside her. She could feel her impending release as he hit that sweet spot inside of her, making her cry out.

Elena moaned as she felt her inner muscles tighten more around him and he surely felt that, too, judging from the way that he groaned and cursed. Every stroke of his impressive member inside her was making her lose her mind, that spot deep inside of her that was about to explode with pleasure. His gaze found hers, the stunning blue hazed with sexual euphoria.

It was extremely hard to stay under control so he simply let go and slammed into her hard and fast, moaning her name as his fangs finally pierced her soft skin. There was nothing that could've prepared him for the tidal wave of sensations that hit him as Elena's magical blood rushed into his mouth.

She tasted so incredibly delicious and she felt even better. The high of their moment was like nothing they had ever experienced before it was unbelievably intense. The world shattered around them as their bodies reached their climax and then there was the utter bliss of the blood connection. A convulsive shudder wracked Kol's powerful frame, followed by an agonized sound of ecstasy. His cock jerked inside her, once, twice, and then he was coming long and hard, spurting hotly into the clutching depths of her body.

Elena cried out, his release triggering her own mind-blowing orgasm as stars collided inside of her, around her, making everything else dissipate except the pure pleasure that coursed through her at high speed.

Elena pulled back first, gasping for air as she felt her whole-body tremble with the intensity of the earth-shattering experience. She held onto Kol's shoulders as she felt him pull back from her neck and tightened the hold of her legs on his hips as she saw that he wasn't much steadier than her. Her legs were shaking as she and Kol held onto each other, neither of them quite able to stand straight in that moment.

They hadn't even noticed that the bright sun was starting to shine on them, a warm hue of dark orange and blood red taking over the sky as the sun was rising. They had lost all sense of time, but they were not fazed by that in the slightest because they were too lost in the moment.

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By the time they finally pulled apart, the sun had already risen, casting a golden glow over the forest as they stumbled back toward the estate. Their clothes were torn, their bodies marked with scratches, bites, and streaks of dirt, both still thrumming with the wild energy of the night. They were a mess, exhausted, exhilarated, and utterly unrepentant.

What they hadn’t expected was Henry waiting for them.

As they slipped inside the house, Elena spotted Agatha asleep in a rocking chair, her knitting
abandoned in her lap. But Henry, he was wide awake, huddled by the fireplace with a blanket thrown over his shoulders, his eyes snapping up the moment they entered. His face went pale, his gaze darting between their disheveled appearances, the blood, the unmistakable signs of violence—and pleasure, etched into their skin.

For a long moment, no one spoke. Then Henry swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "What happened to you?"

Elena exchanged a glance with Kol. There was no hiding it now.

"Henry," she began gently, stepping forward. “We are okay, I promise.”

“But the blood and bites?” Elena and Kol looked at each other, there was no more hiding the truth.”

"There’s something we need to tell you."

Kol didn’t flinch his gaze steady as he met the boy’s wary stare. "I’m a vampire."

Henry stiffened, his fingers tightening around the edges of his book. Elena could see the fear flicker in his eyes, the same fear she’d once felt when she first learned the truth about the supernatural world.

"But you don’t have to be afraid," she said quickly, moving closer. "Kol would never hurt you. He’s not like the vampires you’ve heard about in stories."

Kol tilted his head, offering Henry a smirk that was more playful than threatening. "Well, unless you’re an enemy. Then I’m exactly like the stories."

Elena shot him a look before turning back to Henry. "What he means is that he’s on our side. He protects the people he cares about. And that includes you."

Henry’s grip on the book loosened slightly, his curiosity warring with his fear. "But the blood…"

"Mostly mine," Elena admitted with a wry smile. "It’s… complicated."

Kol chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair. "That’s one way to put it."

Henry studied them both for a long moment before exhaling slowly. "So, you’re really not going to… you know. Drink my blood?"

Kol’s expression softened, an unusual sincerity in his eyes. "Not unless you offer. And even then, I’d say no."

A tentative smile tugged at Henry’s lips. "Good. Because I don’t plan on offering."

Elena laughed, relief flooding through her. Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as she’d thought.

Then Henry’s eyes narrowed. "Wait, does this mean you're a vampire too?"

Elena opened her mouth, but Kol cut in with a grin.

"No, she is not a vampire," he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "You can’t be a vampire and a witch."

Henry looked at them, confused. "But what about the spell you were doing?"

"That spell made me young and immortal," Elena explained, "but only for as long as Kol lives."

"Oh." Henry blinked, processing that. Then, hesitantly, he asked, "Are you going to make me a vampire?"

Kol’s smirk faded into something more serious. "Not until you’re older. And not unless you want to."

Henry nodded slowly, his eyelids beginning to droop. The adrenaline of the revelation was wearing off, and exhaustion was creeping in.

Elena noticed and stepped forward, brushing a hand over his hair. "You should get some sleep, Henry. It’s been a long night."

He didn’t argue, his body sagging slightly where he sat. Kol moved to help him up, lifting him effortlessly despite the boy’s half-hearted protest.

"I can walk." Henry mumbled, though he made no real effort to escape Kol’s hold.

"Sure, you can little man." Kol said dryly, carrying him toward the stairs.

Elena followed, smoothing Henry’s hair back as Kol laid him down in bed. She pulled the covers over him, tucking him in with the same care she always had.

“Night mom, dad.”

Elena kissed his forehead and murmured.

“Night honey.”

Within moments, Henry’s breathing evened out, his body surrendering to sleep. Elena lingered for a moment longer, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, before turning to Kol.

"Come on," she murmured, taking his hand. "We could use a bath."

Kol’s grin returned, sharp and knowing. "Now that sounds like a brilliant idea."

Upstairs, their bedroom was dimly lit by the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains.

Kol wasted no time, turning the faucet on and letting steaming water fill the clawfoot tub.

Elena shed the last remnants of her torn dress, wincing slightly as the fabric pulled away from where dried blood had stuck to her skin.

Kol’s hands were on her the moment she was free, tracing the marks he’d left—the bites, the scratches, the bruises that were already fading thanks to her magic. His touch was possessive, reverent, as if he couldn’t believe she was real.

"You’re a mess," he murmured, though there was no real chastisement in his tone.

Elena arched a brow. "We’re a mess."

He grinned, unrepentant. "Worth it."

She couldn’t argue with that.

The water was hot, almost scalding, but neither of them cared as they sank into it together.

Kol pulled her back against his chest, his arms wrapping around her as she relaxed into him.

The heat seeped into their bones, washing away the remnants of the night, the dirt, the blood and the remnants of their coupling.

Elena tilted her head back, resting it against his shoulder. "Do you think Henry will be okay?"

Kol pressed a kiss to her temple. "He’s tougher than he looks. And he trusts us."

She exhaled, letting the warmth of the water and the solid presence of Kol behind her soothe the last of her worries.

For now, there was only this—the quiet, the steam, the way his fingers traced idle patterns over her tight.

And for the first time in a long time, Elena let herself simply be.

No spells. No running. No fear.

Just them.

Kol’s lips brushed her ear, his voice a low murmur. "Sleep, love. I’ve got you."

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The golden sunlight streamed through the parted curtains, casting long beams across the wooden floor of the house. Elena stirred first, blinking against the brightness as she shifted beneath the thick woolen blankets. Beside her, Kol groaned, rolling onto his back with a lazy stretch.

“Up already?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Elena smirked, propping herself up on one elbow. "Late night."

Kol grinned back, but before he could retort, a small weight launched itself onto the bed between them.

"Dad! Mama! You're finally awake!" Henry exclaimed, his bright blue eyes wide with excitement. At seven years old, their son had boundless energy, even after what had been late night waiting for his parents.

Elena laughed, ruffling his unruly dark curls. "And what have you been up to, little man?"

"Agatha left," Henry announced matter of factly. "She said now that you were back, so she didn’t need to stay."

Kol sat up, stretching his arms above his head. "A shame. I was hoping for one of her infamous scoldings about keeping decent hours."

Elena rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. "Come on, let’s get dressed. I’m starving."

The kitchen was warm, the remnants of a fire still glowing in the hearth. Agatha, ever efficient, had left a pot of porridge warming over the embers, along with a loaf of fresh bread and a small crock of honey.

Henry chattered away as they ate, about his nightly activities with the elder witch, running around the garden playing a knight saving the damsel from a dragon.

Kol listened with amusement, occasionally interjecting with dramatic gasps. "A dragon? Here? However, did you defeat it?"

Henry puffed out his chest. "With my sword!" He brandished an imaginary weapon, nearly knocking over his cup of watered-down ale.

Elena caught it just in time, shaking her head with a laugh. "Careful, brave knight. Even dragons are no match for your clumsiness."

Once they finished eating, Kol leaned back in his chair. "You know, I can teach you how to swordfight.”

Elena gasped. “Kol! He is too little.”

“Nonsense darling, you know I will never let anything happen to him.”

Henry turned his hopeful dark eyes towards Elena. “Mom please.”

Elena let out a resigned sight. “Fine.”

“Now that we have this handled, we should go to the market. We’re low on flour, and I wouldn’t say no to some fresh meat."

Elena nodded. "And Henry needs new shoes. Again." She shot her son a fond but exasperated look. "How do you outgrow them so quickly?"

Henry just grinned, swinging his legs under the table.

The town square was bustling, merchants calling out their wares, townsfolk haggling over prices, and children darting between stalls. The scent of roasting meat, fresh herbs, and the occasional whiff of less pleasant odors filled the air.

Elena held Henry’s hand firmly as they navigated the crowd, Kol leading the way with a basket hooked over his arm. They stopped first at the cobbler’s stall, where Henry was measured for a new pair of boots, then to the miller’s for flour, and finally to the butcher’s for a cut of salted pork.

It was as they lingered near a spice merchant, inspecting a bundle of dried rosemary, that Elena felt it, the prickle of unease crawling up her spine.

She glanced at Kol, who had gone still beside her. His playful demeanor had vanished, replaced by a sharp alertness.

"You feel it too?" she murmured.

His jaw tightened slightly. "Yes."

Elena scanned the crowd, but nothing stood out, just ordinary people going about their day. Yet the sensation of being watched was unmistakable.

Henry, oblivious to the sudden tension, tugged at her sleeve. "Mama, can we get some apples?"

Elena forced a smile. "Of course, darling." But her grip on his hand tightened.

Kol leaned in his voice low. "Take Henry back to the house. Now."

She met his eyes, seeing the unspoken warning there. They had lived long enough to trust their instincts.

Nodding, she squeezed his arm. "Be careful."

Kol smirked, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Always am."

With that, Elena guided Henry away from the market, her steps brisk but measured, careful not to alarm him. Behind her, she knew Kol would already be slipping into the shadows, turning the hunter into a prey.

Whoever was watching them would soon regret it.

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Elena kept her pace steady as she led Henry away from the market, her fingers laced tightly with his. The cobblestone streets of the village were familiar, winding between timber-framed houses with thatched roofs, but today, every shadow seemed to stretch too long, every distant voice making her heart race.

Henry skipped beside her, swinging their joined hands. "Mama, can we practice swordplay when we get home?"

She forced a light tone. "Maybe later, love. First, I need your help with something."

"With what?"

Elena’s mind raced. She needed to distract him, to keep him from sensing her unease.

"Well… the herb garden needs tending. And I thought we could bake some honey cakes. If you help me pick the right herbs."

Henry’s eyes lit up. "Can I stir the batter?"

"Of course," she said, smiling despite the knot in her stomach.

The moment they crossed the threshold Elena bolted the door behind them. She moved to the window, peering through the thick glass panes at the empty lane outside. Nothing. No movement. No sign of Kol.

He’s fine. He’s always fine.

"Mama, you said we’d pick herbs!" Henry tugged at her skirt.

Elena exhaled, turning to him with a softer expression. "Right. Let’s get the basket."

She kept busy—too busy—plucking thyme and rosemary, letting Henry chatter about knights and dragons while her thoughts spiraled. Who was watching us? Why? Kol had enemies, of course, but they had been careful. They had hidden.

Henry, oblivious, crushed a sprig of lavender between his fingers and sniffed it. "This smells like Agatha’s soap."

Elena hummed in agreement, her ears straining for any sound beyond the garden wall.
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The moment Elena and Henry had disappeared into the crowd, Kol had melted into the shadows.

He moved like a ghost, slipping between stalls, his senses sharpened by centuries of survival. The presence watching them had been unmistakable, another vampire.

Amateur.

He caught the scent first, cold, metallic, tinged with something sour. Fear.

The vampire was young, no more than a few decades old, lurking near the blacksmith’s forge. He wore the clothes of a merchant, but his posture was all predator.
Kol struck before the fool could react.

One hand clamped over his mouth, the other twisted his arm behind his back as Kol dragged him into a narrow alley. The vampire thrashed, but Kol’s grip was iron.

"Now," Kol purred, his voice dripping with menace, "let’s have a chat, shall we?"

He compelled him before the boy could scream.

"Who sent you?"

The vampire’s eyes glazed over. "Tamlin."

Kol’s blood ran cold. Witch hunter.

"Why are you watching us?"

"The Strix want the doppelganger."

Kol’s grip tightened. The Strix. Elijah’s old pet project, a society of self-righteous vampires who fancied themselves scholars and kings.

"What do they know about her?"

"Only that she exists. And that she is needed to break the sun and moon curse."

Kol’s lips curled. They didn’t know she was a witch. Good.

"Where is Tamlin?"

"Nearby. Waiting for my report."

Kol considered snapping his neck. But dead men couldn’t deliver false messages.

Instead, he leaned in, his compulsion weaving a new truth. "You saw nothing unusual. Just a family. Boring. Worthless."

The vampire nodded dumbly.

Kol released him with a shove. "Run along, then."

The moment the fool staggered out of sight, Kol vanished into the streets, his mind racing.

The Strix were hunting Elena.

And if they didn’t know she was a witch yet, they would soon.
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Elena was kneading dough when the door creaked open.

Her head snapped up, flour dusting her sleeves. Kol stood in the doorway his expression
unreadable.

Henry, perched on a stool and licking honey from his fingers, cheered. "Dad!"

Kol’s face softened as he ruffled Henry’s hair. "Helping your mother, I see."

Elena’s eyes burned into his. Tell me.

Kol gave a nearly imperceptible shake of his head. Not in front of him.

She swallowed her questions, turning back to the dough. "Henry, love, why don’t you go fetch more firewood?"

Henry pouted. "But I’m stirring the..."

"Now," Elena said gently but firmly.

Once the door shut behind him, she whirled on Kol. "Who was watching us?"

"A vampire," Kol said, his voice low. "Young. Stupid. But working for someone far more dangerous."

Elena crossed her arms. "Who?"

Kol hesitated, then sighed. "The Strix."

She frowned. "The what?"

Kol ran a hand through his hair, pacing the length of the kitchen. "An ancient society of vampires.”

Elena’s stomach twisted. "And they’re after us?"

"Not us," Kol corrected grimly. "You. Specifically, the doppelganger bloodline."

Her breath hitched. "Why?"

"They still think the sun and moon curse is real and even after death doppelganger blood is potent ingredient. Or they want your blood for some spell, who knows." Kol’s jaw tightened.
"They were founded by Elijah."

Elena’s eyes widened. "Your brother?"

Kol let out a bitter laugh. "Yes, my noble, idealistic brother. Centuries ago, he turned a group of scholars, philosophers, warriors—people he believed could build a better world. But like all of Elijah’s grand plans, it spiraled out of control. The Strix became something else entirely. A secret order, hoarding knowledge, manipulating empires from the shadows. Bunch of stuck-up, power-hungry barbarians, if you ask me."

Elena swallowed hard. "And now they know about me."

Kol nodded. "But there’s one advantage—they don’t know you’re a witch. The vampire I caught was only reporting on the doppelganger. If they knew about your magic..." He trailed
off, but the implication was clear.

Elena’s hands clenched. "What about the witch hunter? You said he was working with them?"

"Tamlin Alcott," Kol spat the name like a curse. "A zealot with a grudge against anything more powerful than him. The fact that he’s allied with the Strix means they’re desperate—or reckless. Either way, it’s bad for us."

Outside, Henry’s laughter floated through the window as he dragged an armful of firewood across the yard.

Elena’s chest ached. "So, what do we do?"

Kol’s gaze darkened. "We run. Tonight. Before Tamlin or the Strix get any closer."

Elena looked around the kitchen, the herbs drying by the hearth, Henry’s drawings pinned to the wall, the life they’d built here. "Where can we go that they won’t find us?"

Kol stepped closer, cupping her face. "Somewhere remote. Somewhere forgotten. I’ll keep you both safe. I swear it."

She leaned into his touch, drawing strength from him. "We’ll need to tell Henry something."

Kol smirked, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Tell him it’s an adventure. That usually works."

The door burst open, and Henry staggered in, arms full of kindling. "Dad! Can we practice sword fighting now?"

Kol’s expression softened. "Of course, lad. But first—how do you feel about a trip?"

Henry’s eyes lit up. "Like pirates?"

Elena forced a smile. "Exactly like pirates."

As Henry cheered, Kol’s fingers brushed against hers—a silent promise.

They would run. They would hide.

And if the Strix came for them?

Let them try.

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Elena pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders as she approached Agatha’s cottage, the evening air thick with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke. The old witch’s home was nestled at the edge of the village, half-hidden by twisting vines and wildflowers that seemed to bloom even in the dead of winter. A soft glow flickered through the windows, and the faint hum of a lullaby drifted from inside.

She hesitated at the door, her fingers hovering over the worn wood. Agatha had been more than a mentor, she’d been family. Leaving without explanation felt like a betrayal, but the less the old witch knew, the safer she’d be.

Elena knocked.

The singing stopped. A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing Agatha’s sharp green eyes and silver-streaked braid. Her gaze swept over Elena’s tense posture, the way her hands twisted in her shawl, and she sighed.

"Trouble’s come, then," Agatha said, stepping aside. "Best come in then."

The cottage was warm, cluttered with drying herbs, stacked grimoires, and half-finished potions. A cauldron bubbled over the hearth, filling the air with the scent of lavender and something darker, protection magic, Elena realized. Had Agatha sensed something before she’d even arrived?

Agatha settled into her rocking chair, gesturing for Elena to sit across from her. "Out with it, girl. I haven’t got all night."

Elena swallowed. "We’re leaving. Tonight."

Agatha didn’t react, but her fingers tightened around the arms of the chair. "Kol’s doing?"

"Necessity’s doing," Elena corrected softly. "There are people, dangerous people, looking
for me, for us. We need to disappear, to protect Henry."

Agatha’s eyes narrowed. "The ones who’ve been lurking at the tree line?"

Elena stiffened. "You knew?"

"I’m old, not blind," Agatha muttered. "Felt the rot of vampire days ago." She leaned forward,
her voice dropping to a whisper. "Who are they?"

Elena hesitated, then shook her head. "The less you know, the safer you’ll be."

Agatha scoffed. "I’ve survived worse than a pack of blood-drinking cowards."

"It’s not just vampires," Elena admitted. "It’s the Strix."

For the first time, Agatha’s face paled. "Elijah’s brood?"

Elena nodded.

The old witch exhaled sharply, pressing a gnarled hand to her chest. "Well. That’s a right mess, isn’t it?" She stood abruptly, shuffling to a shelf lined with jars. "You’ll need supplies. Wards for the road. Something to cloak you."

Elena rose, catching her arm. "Agatha, no. If they suspect you helped us…"

"Then I’ll feed them their own teeth," Agatha snapped, yanking free. She shoved a satchel into Elena’s hands. "You think I’d let you run off unprepared? With the boy?" Her voice cracked, just slightly. "You’re family, Elena. Even if I can’t know where you’re going, I can damn well make sure you get there alive."

Elena’s throat tightened. She pulled Agatha into a fierce hug, breathing in the familiar scents of sage. "Thank you."

Agatha patted her back roughly before pulling away, her eyes suspiciously bright. "Don’t thank me yet. The road’s long, and the night’s full of dangers." She pressed a small, carved bone into Elena’s palm. "You will feel, something like tingles, when there is a vampire, that is not a Mikaelson nearby. Now go. Before that husband of yours wears a hole in my garden with his pacing."

Elena stuttered over her words. “He is not my husband.”

Agatha looked at her with this all-knowing look. “Does he know that?” Elena glanced out the window. Sure enough, Kol stood at the edge of the trees, Henry bundled in his arms, watching the cottage with guarded expression.

She turned back to Agatha, memorizing the lines of her face, the way the firelight caught in her silver hair. "I’ll find a way to send word when it’s safe."

Agatha waved her off. "Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Just survive."

With one last lingering look, Elena slipped out into the night, the weight of the satchel heavy against her side.

Behind her, the cottage door closed with a soft click.

Nearing Kol, he looked at her. “Are we ready?”

Exhaling loudly, she just gave him a nod and the little family entered the carriage, and took off.
---

The carriage rattled along the darkened road, the rhythmic clatter of hooves against dirt the only sound cutting through the heavy silence. Henry lay curled in Elena’s lap, his breathing slow and even, one small hand clutching the fabric of her dress even in sleep. Outside, the moon cast silver streaks through the trees, their shadows stretching like grasping fingers.
Elena exhaled shakily, her fingers absently carding through Henry’s hair.

Kol watched her from the opposite seat, his sharp eyes missing nothing. "You’re shaking," he murmured.

She hadn’t even realized. Her hands trembled slightly against Henry’s curls. "It’s just the cold," she lied.

Kol leaned forward, shrugging off his coat. Without a word, he draped it over her shoulders, his fingers lingering just a moment too long. The heavy fabric smelled like him—spice and old parchment, the faint metallic tang of blood.

"You’re a terrible liar," he said softly.

Elena swallowed. "I’ve never run before. Not like this."

Kol’s jaw tightened. "You’ve fought."

"Fighting is different. Fighting means standing your ground. This…" She glanced out the window at the blur of passing trees. "This feels like surrender."

Kol reached across the space between them, his hand covering hers where it rested on Henry’s back. His skin was cool, but not unpleasantly so—just another reminder that he wasn’t entirely human. "It’s not surrender," he said firmly. "It’s strategy. The Strix don’t fight fair, so neither will we."

Elena turned her palm up, threading her fingers through his. She needed the anchor, the solid proof that she wasn’t alone in this. "What if they find us?"

Kol’s thumb brushed over her knuckles. "They won’t."

"You can’t know that."

"I can," he said, a dark edge creeping into his voice. "Because I will burn the world to ash before I let them touch you or Henry."

The intensity in his gaze made her breath catch. She believed him. That was the terrifying part—she believed him completely.

Henry stirred, mumbling something incoherent before nestling deeper into Elena’s lap. She adjusted the coat around him, her voice barely above a whisper. "He thinks we’re going on an adventure."

Kol’s lips quirked. "He’s not wrong."

Elena huffed a quiet laugh, though it lacked any real humor. "He shouldn’t have to live like this. Always looking over his shoulder, always running."

"He won’t," Kol promised. "Not forever."

Elena studied him, the stubborn set of his jaw, the way his fingers tightened around hers like he could will his certainty into her. "You really believe that, don’t you?"

Kol met her eyes, unflinching. "I do."

And somehow, despite the fear coiled in her chest, she found herself believing it too.

The carriage hit a bump in the road, jostling them slightly. Henry didn’t wake, but Elena instinctively pulled him closer. Kol didn’t let go of her hand.

For now, that was enough.

Elena shifted slightly, careful not to wake Henry as she adjusted his weight in her lap. The steady rhythm of the carriage wheels filled the silence before she finally spoke.

"Hey," she said softly, glancing at Kol. "I was thinking... can you tell me about when you got the watch that brought us here? I know you said you found it back in 1914 in New Orleans, but how? And from who?"

Kol’s fingers, which had been drumming absently against his knee, stilled. His gaze flickered to Henry—peaceful in sleep—then back to Elena. For a moment, she thought he might deflect, as he often did with stories from his past. But then he exhaled, leaning back against the carriage seat.

"I didn’t find it," he admitted. "I bought it. From a vampire."

Elena raised an eyebrow. "A vampire was selling enchanted pocket watches in the French Quarter?"

"No, love, it wasn't quite like that," he corrected. "I didn't seek him out, he came to me. Found me at the Absinthe House, of all places." A wry smile touched his lips. "I was deep in my cups, arguing with some fool about the merits of French versus Spanish brandy when this nervous little thing practically fell into my lap."

Elena frowned, adjusting Henry's weight in her arms. "He just... approached you?"

"Not at first." Kol's eyes grew distant, remembering. "He watched me for nearly an hour from across the room. Poor lad was shaking so badly I thought he might rattle his teeth loose.

When he finally worked up the nerve, he slid into the seat beside me and said…" Kol affected a trembling voice, "'You're Kol Mikaelson. The one who collects magical oddities.'"

A chill ran down Elena's spine. "He knew who you were."

"Worse than that," Kol murmured. "He knew things about me even Niklaus didn't. Knew about my... proclivities for temporal magic." His fingers tightened around the watch. "Said he had something that will change my life.

Elena's breath caught. "The watch."

Kol nodded. "Pulled it right from his coat pocket and set it on the table between us. The moment I touched it, I could feel the magic humming through it—old, powerful stuff. Not just any spell, but one specifically keyed to..." His gaze flicked to Henry.

"To what?" Elena pressed.

"To a specific bloodline." Kol said quietly. "When you touched it, it turned out it was connected to doppelgänger magic."

"And the vampire?" she asked. "What did he want in exchange?"

Kol's expression darkened. “Nothing. He just asked me to always have it near me.”

Elena studied Kol’s face, the way his jaw tensed at the memory. "What did he look like?"

Kol hesitated. "Brown hair. Brown eyes. Thin, but not starving—just tired." His thumb brushed over the watch in his pocket absently. "He reminded me of someone, even then. I just
couldn’t place it."

Elena’s breath caught as she looked down at Henry—the same soft brown curls, the same warm, earth-toned eyes. No. It couldn’t be.

But Kol was already watching her, his gaze heavy with unspoken understanding.

"You think it was him?" she whispered. "That vampire, you think he was…?"

"Henry?" Kol’s voice was rough. "I don’t know. Time is a tangled thing, especially with magic like this." He shook his head.

A chill crept down Elena’s spine. Outside, the wind howled through the trees like a warning.

Henry sighed in his sleep, his small fingers curling tighter into her skirt.

Kol leaned forward, his hand covering hers again—solid, certain. "Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe Henry will turn one day, you will create the watch and he will sell it to me, ensuring that we will end up in the past.”

Elena swallowed hard, nodding.

“That means we probably have to live through the next three hundred or so years, to catch up to our time. This is like a messed-up episode of Doctor who, but instead of aliens, we are dealing with vampires.”

Kol looked at her oddly. “What is Doctor who and why does it have aliens?”

Elena couldn’t help, but laugh at this. Once they got home, she will introduce him to pop- culture.

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After what felt like an eternity of relentless travel—through dense forests, across winding roads, and past villages that blurred into shadows—the little family finally arrived at the pier, the air heavy with the scent of salt and damp wood. Kol wasted no time, his movements urgent as he compelled a ship and its crew into submission. Under any other circumstances, Elena would have been furious at the theft, at the violation of free will, but now, with her family’s lives hanging by a thread, morality felt like a luxury she couldn’t afford.

Elena barely dared to blink, let alone sleep. She spent the entire night cradling her son against her chest, her arms locked around him as if her grip alone could shield him from the world. Every breath she took was shallow, every muscle in her body coiled tight with fear.

Beside her, Kol stood like a sentinel, his gaze fixed on the two of them, his posture rigid. Neither of them moved, neither spoke—time stretched thin, each second an agony.

Only when the first pale streaks of dawn painted the sky, when the shore was nothing but a distant memory, did Elena finally exhale. The breath she released was shaky, her body trembling with exhaustion and relief. They weren’t safe yet, not truly, but for now, the immediate danger had passed. The rhythmic crash of waves against the hull pulled her to sleep with its lullaby.

Waking up hours later neither Kol or Henry were in sight. For a second, she jumped out of bed, panicking, before remembering the night before. A wave of sadness washed over her, mourning the loss off the mother figure she had gained in the last few months, but she knew she had to stay strong for her little boy.

Freshening up, Elena went to the main deck and followed the sound of a clanging swords. She leaned against the mast, arms crossed, watching with amusement as Kol dramatically parried Henry's enthusiastic but clumsy strikes. Their son's face was scrunched in fierce determination, his tiny hands gripping the practice sword with all his might.

"You're going easy on him," Elena called, her voice laced with playful accusation. "If he ever faces a real enemy, they won't just tap his shoulder and call it a lesson."

Kol spun his wooden sword with a flourish, barely dodging Henry's wild swing. "Ah, but if I didn't go easy on him, you'd stab me for being too rough," he shot back, flashing her a roguish grin. "Can't win with you, love."

Henry, panting and red-faced, planted his feet stubbornly. "I don't need you to go easy! I can beat you fair!"

Kol's eyebrows shot up, and he turned to Elena with exaggerated shock. "Oh-ho! That’s your stubbornness talking, isn’t it? Clearly, he gets that from you."

Elena pushed off the mast and sauntered closer, plucking the practice sword from Kol’s hand before he could react. "Maybe he just needs a better teacher," she teased, twirling the sword effortlessly.

Kol clutched his chest in mock offense. "Wounded! Betrayed by my own wife!" He turned to Henry with a conspiratorial whisper. "See what I endure? A lifetime of her sharp tongue—and sharper blade."

Henry giggled, and Elena rolled her eyes, not even thinking to correct him on calling her his wife this time. She had started to like the sound of it. She tossed the sword back to Kol, who caught it with a wink.

"Alright, little warrior," Kol said, ruffling Henry’s hair. "One more round. But this time, try not to trip over your own feet."

Henry huffed indignantly, but his grin was bright as he raised his sword again. The sound of wood clacking filled the air, mingling with the crash of waves and Elena’s soft laughter. She decided to sit on the deck and watch her two favorite boys have fun.

The hours slipped by quietly until it was time for Henry to go to bed. After tucking him in, Kol fetched a coat for Elena to ward off the evening chill. He found her still on the deck, right where she had been earlier, her eyes fixed on the vast night sky. Gently, he draped the coat over her shoulders before settling beside her, his arm lingering around her for a brief, moment before resting at his side. Above them, stars glittered like scattered diamonds against the inky darkness, their reflections rippling across the dark water.

Elena pulled the coat tighter around herself, though she wasn’t sure if it was the cold or how close Kol was sitting, that sent a shiver through her.

“It’s beautiful out here,” she murmured, her breath forming a faint mist in the air.

Kol followed her gaze upward, his voice softening. “It is. Though I think it’s even better with company.”

A small smile tugged at her lips, but she didn’t look at him. Instead, she let the silence stretch between them. The gentle rocking of the ship and the distant sound of waves against the hull made the world beyond the deck feel far away.

After a while, Kol sighed, his fingers tapping idly against the wooden planks beneath them.

“You’re quiet tonight.” he observed. “Something on your mind?”

Elena hesitated, her fingers toying with the edge of the coat. “Just thinking about Henry,” she admitted. “How lucky he is to have you.”

Kol turned his head to study her profile, the moonlight casting delicate shadows across her face. “He’s lucky to have us,” he corrected gently.

Her breath hitched slightly at that, but before she could respond, a gust of wind swept across the deck, sending a loose strand of hair across her cheek. Kol reached out instinctively, tucking it behind her ear, his fingers lingering just a second too long.

Elena finally turned to meet his eyes. Kol’s gaze dropped to her lips for the briefest moment before he leaned forward, closing the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that unlike the most of those they have shared, was soft and gentle. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him before he broke away just long enough to smirk down at her.

“Hold on, love,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Before she could respond, he bent slightly, hooking an arm behind her knees and lifting her effortlessly against his chest. Elena let out a surprised laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her through the ship’s deck, the salt-kissed breeze tangling in her hair.

The cabin door swung open with a nudge of his boot, and the moment it closed behind them, Kol’s mouth was on hers again, hungry and insistent. He didn’t bother with the candles, moonlight spilled through the porthole, painting silver streaks across the sheets as he laid her down, his body following hers without hesitation, fingers tracing the curve of her jaw.

Elena arched into his touch her words lost in another searing kiss. The ship rocked gently beneath them, the waves humming a quiet rhythm as the night wrapped around them.

Chapter Text

The following weeks were spent in family bonding with Henry during the days and exploring one another during the nights, with a hunger that seemed insatiable.

Then, one crisp morning, the coastline of Spain emerged on the horizon.

Henry pressed against the ship’s railing, his eyes wide with excitement as the towering
silhouette of the Castillo de Salazar came into view, an ancient fortress perched atop jagged cliffs, its stone walls weathered by centuries of storms and wars. Kol stood behind Elena, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders as he surveyed one of his family’s homes.

“Welcome,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, “to my past.”

The ship docked in a secluded cove, and as they made their way up the winding path to the castle, Elena couldn’t help, but feeling like a princess from one of those historical romance books her mother used to read and hide under her pillow. The heavy oak doors groaned open, revealing a grand hall lined with faded tapestries and the faint scent wood. Servants—some human, some not, bowed as they entered, their expressions carefully neutral.

Henry clung to Elena’s hand, his earlier excitement now tempered by awe. “Do we really get to stay here?” he whispered.

Kol smirked, ruffling the boy’s hair. “For as long as we like. This place has been in my family for centuries. Plenty of rooms to explore—if you can avoid the ghosts.”

Henry’s eyes lit up. “Ghosts?”

Elena shot Kol a warning look, but he only grinned, unrepentant.

That night, after Henry had been tucked into a bed far too large for him (and after swearing he’d heard whispers in the walls), Kol led Elena to the castle’s highest tower. The view was breathtaking—rolling hills bathed in moonlight, the distant glimmer of the sea.

Kol wrapped his arms around her from behind, his lips brushing the curve of her neck. “What do you think?”

Elena leaned back into him, exhaling slowly. “It’s… overwhelming. But beautiful.”

He hummed in agreement, his fingers tracing idle patterns along her waist. “It’s been too long since these halls knew life.”

She turned in his arms, studying his face—the sharp angles softened by the pale glow of the moon. There was something vulnerable in his gaze, something rare for a man who wore arrogance like armor.

Elena reached up, her thumb grazing his cheekbone. “Then let’s fill them,” she said softly.

“That’s sounded dirtier than I intended it to.”

Kol’s answering smile was slow, dangerous. “Oh, querida,” he murmured, backing her toward the canopied bed, “I intend to.”

And as the stars wheeled overhead, the castle, silent for so long, echoed with laughter.
---

The next morning, golden sunlight streamed through the tower windows, warming Elena’s bare shoulders as she stirred. Kol lay beside her, his arm draped possessively over her waist, the thin blanket doing little to preserve their modesty. She smiled sleepily, memories of the night before flickering through her mind—until the creak of the heavy wooden door shattered the quiet.

"Mom? Dad?" Henry’s voice, bright and curious, cut through the air.

Elena’s eyes flew open just in time to see her son standing in the doorway, his head tilted in innocent confusion. Kol, usually so quick with a smirk or a clever remark, froze mid-stretch,
the blanket slipping dangerously low on his hips.

"Uh… good morning, Henry!" Elena yelped, yanking the blanket up to her chin while Kol discreetly, and futilely, tried to cover himself with a pillow.

Henry blinked. "Why are you sleeping up here? And why are you naked?"

Kol cleared his throat, his usual composure nowhere to be found. "Well, you see…"

"The tower gets really cold at night!" Elena interjected, her voice an octave too high. "So, uh, body heat. Survival tactic. Very scientific."

Henry squinted, looking between them with the skepticism only a child could muster. "But there’s a fireplace. And like, a million blankets downstairs."

Kol coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Right. Well. Sometimes grown-ups… forget things."

"Like clothes?" Henry asked, deadpan.

Elena buried her face in her hands, her ears burning. "Oh my God."

Kol, ever the opportunist, seized the distraction. "Henry, my boy, how would you like to explore the castle dungeons today? I hear there’s a secret passage that leads to a treasure vault."

Henry’s eyes lit up instantly. "Really?!"

"Absolutely," Kol said smoothly, flashing Elena a we’ll-talk-later smirk. "But first, give us a
minute to, ah… remember where we left our clothes."

Henry shrugged, already turning toward the door. "Okay. But next time, just use the fireplace. It’s way less weird."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Elena groaned, collapsing back onto the floor. "I’m never living this down."

Kol chuckled, rolling over to hover above her, his grin wicked. "Oh, I don’t know. I think it was worth it."

She swatted his chest, but her laughter gave her away. "Next time, we lock the door."

"Next time?" he murmured, leaning down. "I like the sound of that."

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The afternoon sun bathed the castle gardens in a golden glow as Elena relaxed at a wrought-iron table, a delicate porcelain teacup in hand. The scent of blooming jasmine and orange blossoms drifted on the breeze, mingling with the rich aroma of Earl Grey. She sighed contentedly, savoring the rare moment of peace, until a distant, echoing thud from somewhere deep within the castle made her pause.

She smirked into her tea. Those two.

Meanwhile, deep beneath the castle, Kol held a torch aloft, its flickering light casting eerie shadows on the damp stone walls. Henry trailed just behind him, his eyes wide with excitement as they navigated the narrow, winding passage.

"This tunnel was built by the original owner’s great-great-great—well, let’s just say very distant grandfather," Kol explained, his voice echoing off the moss-covered stones. "Salazars had always been fond of secret exits… and entrances."

Henry reached out to touch the wall, his fingers brushing against a strange, faintly glowing symbol carved into the rock. "Whoa. What’s this?"

Kol’s grin turned mischievous. "Ah. That’s a warning."

"A warning for what?"

"For this." Kol pressed his palm against the symbol and with a groan of old mechanisms, a section of the wall slid open, revealing a hidden chamber.

Henry gasped. Inside, piled haphazardly, were chests of tarnished silver, jeweled daggers, and most intriguing of all a skeletal hand still clutching a rusted key.

"No way," Henry breathed, darting forward.

Kol leaned against the doorway, watching with amusement as the boy poked through the treasures. "Careful with the bones. They’re a bit… touchy about being disturbed."

Henry froze. "Wait. Are they cursed?"

Kol’s eyes gleamed in the torchlight. "Only one way to find out."

Henry hesitated, then with the reckless bravery of a child who had spent too much time around the Original vampire, grabbed the key.

Nothing happened.

"Huh," Kol said, feigning disappointment. "Maybe the curse expired."

Henry rolled his eyes, but his grin was triumphant as he held up his prize. "This is so much cooler than boring old tea time."

Kol faked scolded. “Don’t let your mother hear you say that.”

---
Back in the garden, Elena took another sip, shaking her head as another muffled crash reverberated from below. A servant approached, refilling her cup with a knowing smile.

"Shall I prepare an early dinner, my lady? I suspect the young master will return… energetic."

Elena laughed. "Better make it a big one. And maybe some bandages."

As the servant bowed and retreated, she leaned back in her chair, gazing at the castle’s towering silhouette. Somewhere in its depths, Kol’s laughter echoed, followed by Henry’s delighted shriek.

Her smile softened. Definitely better than tea.

---
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the castle in a warm, amber glow, Elena sat at the long dining table, sipping a glass of wine. The servants had outdone themselves—platters of roasted meats, fresh bread, and spiced vegetables filled the table, their rich aromas mingling with the scent of beeswax candles.

Then, the grand doors burst open.

Kol and Henry stumbled in, covered in a fine layer of dust, their clothes streaked with dirt and cobwebs. Henry’s hair was sticking up in every direction, and Kol’s usually immaculate jacket was torn at the
elbow. Both of them were grinning like fools.

Elena arched an eyebrow, setting down her glass. "Let me guess. The treasure was booby-trapped?"

"A little," Henry admitted, plopping into his chair with an excited wiggle. "But it was awesome! There was this huge spider..."

"...which I heroically vanquished," Kol interjected, sliding into his seat with a dramatic flourish.

"You screamed and set it on fire with the torch!" Henry corrected, giggling.

Kol sniffed, brushing dust off his sleeve. "A perfectly valid battle tactic."

Elena pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. "And the rest of the dirt?"

"No, this was from the slide," Henry said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"The… slide," Elena repeated slowly.

Kol leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "There’s a secret escape chute behind the wine cellar. Leads straight to the beach."

"We have to show you tomorrow!" Henry added, grabbing a roll and taking a huge bite, leaving a smudge of dirt on his cheek.

Elena sighed, but her exasperation was fond. "First, baths. Both of you. You look like you’ve been dragged through a crypt backwards."

Kol smirked, reaching across the table to steal a piece of meat from her plate. "Only halfway backwards."

Elena stared at them for a long moment before throwing her hands up. "You know what? I don’t even want to know."

As the two adventurers dug into their food, still filthy, still grinning, ]Elena shook her head and took another sip of wine.

Somehow, this was exactly how she’d imagined family dinners would go.

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That night, as the castle settled into silence, Kol stood by the arched window of his chamber, watching the moonlight spill across the gardens below. Elena slept peacefully in the bed behind him, her breathing slow and even, her dark hair fanned across the pillows like ink on parchment.

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

When had this happened?

When had she gone from being a fleeting fascination to the very axis his world spun around? He, who had walked through centuries with a smirk and a swag, now found himself utterly, irrevocably caught.

And worse, he liked it.

A wry smile tugged at his lips. His siblings would have laughed themselves sick at the idea of him brought to his knees by a mortal woman.

She had slipped into his life like a storm, unexpected, undeniable, and left him forever changed.

His gaze drifted to the small wooden box on the dresser, its contents hidden but seared into his memory: a ring.

He hadn’t planned this. Hadn’t planned her.

But now that he had her, he’d burn the world before letting her go.

A soft sound from the bed drew his attention. Elena stirred, murmuring something unintelligible before settling again. Kol crossed the room, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

"You’re going to be the death of me, querida," he whispered, though his voice held no regret.

She sighed in her sleep, as if in answer.

Tomorrow, he decided. Tomorrow, when the sun was high and Henry was occupied (perhaps with a conveniently discovered new tunnel), he’d take her to the cliffs where the sea crashed against the rocks, and he’d ask her properly.

Not as a game. Not as a whim.

But as a man who had finally found something, someone, worth forever.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and slipped back into the bed, already imagining the way her eyes would light up when she saw the ring.

And if she said no?

Well.

He’d just have to ask again. And again.

Until the end of time, if necessary.

---
The next morning, golden sunlight streamed through the arched windows as Elena stirred beneath the silk sheets. Before she could even open her eyes, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries greeted her. She blinked sleepily to find Kol standing beside the bed, a silver tray in his hands, his usual smirk softened into something dangerously close to tenderness.

"Good morning, mi corazón," he murmured, setting the tray across her lap.

Elena sat up, her eyes widening at the spread—flaky pain au chocolat, ripe strawberries, a pot of dark coffee, and a single blood-red rose resting beside her cup. She arched a brow, amusement tugging at her lips. "Did you rob a Parisian café, or do the castle kitchens suddenly have a pastry chef?"

Kol chuckled, stealing a strawberry before perching on the edge of the bed. "A gentleman never reveals his secrets. But that’s not the only surprise today." He traced a fingertip along her bare shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine. "I’ve planned something special. Just for us."

Elena took a sip of coffee, studying him over the rim. "Oh? Should I be worried?"

"Terrified," he deadpanned, then grinned. "But in the best way."

She laughed, then paused. "Wait—what about Henry?"

Kol waved a dismissive hand. "Already handled. The servants are taking him to the village market. Something about a puppet show and enough sugar to ensure he doesn’t miss us for hours."

Elena narrowed her eyes. "You bribed our child with candy."

"I incentivized," Kol corrected smoothly. "Besides, he’ll be too busy trying sword-fighting lessons with the blacksmith’s son to notice we’re gone."

She shook her head but couldn’t suppress her smile. "You’re ridiculous."

"And yet, here you are," he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against hers, "about to let me whisk you away."

Elena hummed, pretending to consider. "Do I get a hint about this grand plan of yours?"

Kol pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his dark eyes alight with mischief—and something deeper, something that made her breath catch.

"Wear something fit for a beach," he said, rising with fluid grace. "And trust me."

Then he was gone, leaving her with breakfast, a racing heart.

---
The grand living room of the castle had been transformed.

Candlelight flickered from dozens of silver candelabras, casting a warm, golden glow over the polished oak floors and the high, vaulted ceilings. The heavy velvet drapes had been drawn back, revealing the night sky through the tall windows, stars scattered like diamonds against the deep indigo. A small table for two stood in the center of the room, draped in ivory linen and set with fine porcelain,
crystal goblets, and a centerpiece of white roses.

And there, standing beside it, was Kol.

Dressed in a dark blue coat embroidered with silver thread, his waistcoat a rich cream, he looked every inch the nobleman of his time—though the playful glint in his eyes was pure, unrepentant Kol.

Elena paused in the doorway, her breath catching.

She wore a long, white dress of flowing silk, the bodice delicately embroidered with silver vines, the sleeves loose and trailing. Her dark hair had been swept up in soft curls, a few tendrils left to frame her
face.

Kol’s gaze darkened as he took her in. "Dios mío," he murmured, stepping forward. "You look..."

"Like I raided a noblewoman’s wardrobe?" she teased, though her cheeks warmed under his stare.

"Like a dream," he corrected, his voice rough. He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "One I never want to wake from."

Elena laughed softly. "You’re in a dangerously poetic mood tonight."

"Blame the wine," he said, though his smirk betrayed him.

She glanced at the table. "And the feast? Did you conjure this too?"

Kol feigned offense. "I’ll have you know I spent hours in the kitchens."

Her eyebrows shot up. "You cooked?"

He scoffed. "Well. I supervised. And may have threatened the chef into letting me stir a pot."

Elena grinned. "Ah, there’s the honesty."

Kol tugged her closer, his hand settling at the small of her back. "Eat first," he murmured, though his gaze dipped to her lips. "Then I’ll show you the rest of your surprise."

The meal was decadent—roasted pheasant with spiced figs, fresh bread still warm from the oven, honey-glazed carrots, and a rich red wine that tasted of summer nights. They talked between bites, trading stories and laughter, the candlelight painting them in flickering gold.

When the last plates were cleared, Kol stood, offering his hand.

"Dance with me."

Elena hesitated. "I don’t know the steps."

He smirked. "Good thing you have a patient teacher."

With a gentle pull, he drew her into the center of the room. A soft melody began—a lone violin drifting through the air, played by some unseen musician in the shadows.

Kol’s hand settled firmly at her waist, the other clasping hers. "Follow my lead," he murmured.

And she did.

They moved together in slow, sweeping steps, the music guiding them. Elena stumbled once, but Kol’s grip tightened, steadying her with a chuckle.

"See? Not so hard."

She rolled her eyes but let him spin her, the fabric of her dress swirling around her ankles.

As the song swelled, Kol pulled her flush against him, his voice a whisper against her ear.

"Admit it. You’re having fun."

Elena tilted her head back to look at him. "I might be."

His grin was wicked. "I knew you’d come around to my charms eventually."

She laughed, but then his expression shifted—something softer, more intense. The music slowed, their steps gentling until they were barely moving, just swaying together in the candlelight.

Kol’s thumb traced her jaw. "Elena," he started, then paused, as if searching for the right words.

Her pulse quickened.

But before he could speak, a loud crash echoed from the hallway, followed by the unmistakable sound of small, running feet.

"Mama! Papa!"

Henry burst into the room, his face smeared with what looked like chocolate, a wooden sword clutched in one hand. Behind him, a harried-looking servant gasped.

"Milord, milady...I tried to stop him...."

Kol sighed, but his lips twitched. "Ah. Right on schedule."

Elena bit back a laugh as Henry launched himself at them, nearly toppling them all over.

So much for a perfect, romantic evening.

But as Kol caught their son with one arm and pulled Elena close with the other, pressing a kiss to her temple, she realized.

It was better this way.

(And if Kol slipped the ring back into it’s jewelry box that night, well… there was always tomorrow.)

Chapter Text

The castle was full with the warmth of the season—evergreen boughs draped over mantels, flickering candles nestled in every alcove, and the rich scent of spiced wine and roasted chestnuts curling through the halls. Snow drifted lazily past the windows, dusting the world in soft white, while inside, the fireplace crackled with a roaring fire.

Elena sat curled on a fur-lined rug near the flames, Henry nestled in her lap as she read to him from a beautifully illustrated book of Yuletide tales. His small fingers traced the gilded edges of the pages, his eyes wide with wonder at the stories of saints and winter spirits.

Kol leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching them with a quiet smile. He had spent the last few weeks scheming—every attempt at a proposal thwarted by some new chaos. A sudden bout of Henry’s mischief, an unexpected visit from neighbors, even a particularly determined goose that had somehow gotten into the gardens and caused a
scene.

But tonight was Christmas Eve. And if there was ever a night for magic…

"Dad!" Henry suddenly wriggled free from Elena’s arms and dashed toward him, nearly tripping over his own feet in excitement. "Is it time for presents yet?"

Kol chuckled, scooping him up with ease. "Patience, little man. First, we feast. Then, we see what Saint Nicholas has left."

Elena rose gracefully, smoothing her deep green gown—a festive choice for the evening, embroidered with holly leaves and berries. She arched a brow at Kol. "Feast? You didn’t terrorize the kitchen staff again, did you?"

He pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense. "I’ll have you know I behaved impeccably. Mostly."

She laughed, stepping closer to adjust Henry’s crooked collar. "Mostly?"

Kol smirked. "I may have stolen a mince pie."

Henry gasped. "Dad! That’s naughty!"

"Ah, but I shared it with you, didn’t I?" Kol countered, tapping the boy’s nose.

Henry giggled, squirming in his grasp. "That means we’re naughty!"

Elena shook her head, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. "A pair of scoundrels, the both
of you."

The dining hall was just as festively adorned, the long table laden with roasted goose, glazed ham, sweet plum pudding, and steaming wassail. They ate amidst laughter and stories,
Henry swinging his legs from his chair as he recounted (with great embellishment) his heroic battle against the "evil" snowman in the courtyard earlier that day.

Afterward, they retired to the drawing room, where a small pile of gifts waited beneath a fir tree decorated with ribbons and candles. Henry’s eyes nearly popped from his head.

"For me?"

"For us," Elena corrected, kneeling beside him. "Shall we see what’s here?"

Henry needed no further encouragement. He tore into the parcels with glee—a wooden knight on horseback, a new set of paints, a warm cloak lined with rabbit fur. The irony of how much Henry and his uncle Klaus had in common, wasn’t lost to either Kol or Elena. Next, Elena unwrapped a delicate silver comb from Kol, its handle shaped like a crescent moon, while Kol himself feigned surprise at the new leather-bound journal and bottle of fine French brandy Elena had secured for him.

But as the last of the gifts were opened, Kol’s fingers brushed against the small wooden box hidden in his coat pocket. His heart thudded.

Now. Do it now.

Just as he opened his mouth.

"Dad, look! More snow!" Henry bolted to the window, pressing his hands against the glass as fresh flakes tumbled from the sky.

Elena rose to join him, her smile soft. "It’s beautiful."

Kol exhaled, shaking his head with a rueful grin.

Henry turned, eyes alight. "Can we go play in it? Please?"

Elena glanced at Kol, who shrugged. "Why not? It is Christmas."

And just like that, the moment slipped away again.

But as they bundled Henry into his coat and mittens, as Elena laced her fingers with Kol’s on their way into the moonlit courtyard, as their son’s laughter rang through the frosty air—Kol couldn’t bring himself to mind.

There would be other nights. Other chances.

And for now, this—this was more than enough.

(The ring could wait.)
---

Henry dashed out into the snowy courtyard, his stockinged feet leaving tiny prints in the fresh powder before he’d even made it three steps.

“Henry!” Elena called after him, laughing as she snatched up his forgotten boots from beside
the door. “You’ll freeze your toes off!”

Kol was already striding after their son, scooping up the woolen scarf and mittens Henry had flung aside in his excitement. “Terror of the household,” he muttered, though his voice was thick with affection.

Henry spun in a circle, arms outstretched as snowflakes dusted his dark hair. “I don’t need boots! Look, I’m flying!” He kicked up a spray of snow, promptly lost his balance, and tumbled onto his back with a delighted shriek.

Elena reached him first, kneeling to wrangle his wriggling feet into the boots. “Oh, no you don’t. You’ll catch a chill, and then who will eat all the gingerbread?”

“Me!” Henry declared, as if this were obvious. He sat up, cheeks already pink from the cold, and let Kol bundle the scarf around his neck.

“There,” Kol said, tugging the wool up over Henry’s nose until only his bright eyes peeked out. “Now you look like a proper winter bandit.”

Henry giggled, his breath puffing visibly in the cold air. “I’m a snow bandit!” He scrambled to his feet and immediately lunged for the nearest snowdrift, packing a handful into a loose ball. Before either of them could react, it smacked squarely against Kol’s chest.

Elena gasped in mock outrage. “Henry! You fiend!”

Kol looked down at the snow clinging to his coat, then back at Henry, who was already backing away with a mischievous grin. “Oh, it’s war, is it?”

Henry shrieked and bolted as Kol bent to gather his own ammunition. Elena, seizing the opportunity, swiftly packed a snowball of her own and—with perfect aim—landed it on the back of Kol’s shoulder just as he turned.

Kol froze. “Et tu, love?”

Elena smirked. “All’s fair in snowball fights.”

What followed was a flurry of laughter, poorly aimed throws, and Henry’s triumphant victory dance after managing to duck under Kol’s arm and stuff a handful of snow down the back of his coat. Kol yelped, spinning to catch him, but Henry was already darting behind Elena, using her as a shield.

“Traitor,” Kol grumbled, shaking snow from his collar.

Elena grinned, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “You’re outnumbered.”

Henry peeked out from behind her, eyes sparkling. “We’re winning!”

Kol sighed dramatically, then dropped to his knees in the snow, arms raised in surrender.

“Mercy! I yield to the superior forces.”

Henry didn’t hesitate, he barreled forward and tackled Kol into the snow, the two of them rolling until they were both breathless and covered in white. Elena watched, her heart full, before stepping forward and deliberately collapsing onto the pile with a laugh.

For a moment, they just lay there in a tangle of limbs, the world hushed and glittering around them. Henry’s cold nose pressed against Elena’s cheek.

“Best Christmas ever,” he declared.