FONT ━━━ Euphemia UCAS
FONT SIZE ━━━ Readers Choice
*PREFERRED SIZE ━━━ Minus Two from the highest setting

BACKGROUND ━━━ Dark Mode

STORY STATUS ━━━ Ongoing

TROUPE ━━━ Short lived Enemies to Frenemies to Lovers (yes to answer the unasked question, they will still tease each other as lovers. They are not gonna be tame)

FACE CLAIMS ━━━ Kathryn Newton as Emery Mosswood, Daniel Sharman or Nathaniel Buzolic as Kol Mikaelson,

AUTHORS NOTE ━━━ Hello, dear readers! Thank you so much for picking up this story. I hope you enjoy diving into this adventure as much as I enjoyed writing it. So essentially Ester has NOT been woken. The Mikaelsons are just trying to live a 'proper & normal' life in mystic falls but the Scooby gang have been causing issues. Have fun <3

TITLE EXPLANATION ━━━ The phrase "We all have skeletons in our closets" means that everyone has secrets or past actions that they would prefer to keep hidden, often because they are embarrassing, shameful, or could lead to negative consequences if revealed.

The metaphor of "skeletons" refers to these hidden or concealed issues, suggesting that they are buried away, much like a skeleton might be hidden in a closet.

The reasoning for the title "Skeletons in a coffin," is because the story is centered around Kol and as we are aware, he spent a good portion of his life time in a coffin, daggered.

Loving someone despite all their faults, flaws and shortcomings is what makes genuine love. Having the ability to look past the skeletons in another's closet wasn't as common as one would hope. Can Emery look past the skeletons Kol keeps?

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000.┊ ˚➶ 𝙎𝙆𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙎 𝙄𝙉
𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙉 ｡˚ ⚰️

━━ ❝ In Mystic Falls where shadows play, A vampire freed from coffin's stay. With mischief in his ancient eyes. To high school halls, he turns his guise.

   Kol Mikaelson, wild and free, Seeks siblings' ire with gleeful glee. —But in the midst of teenage days, A twist of fate alters his ways.

   Elijah's plea for normalcy, To blend with mortal company, Yet Kol's heart finds a kindred soul. A girl with bones that make her whole. In secret nooks, in hidden lairs. They share dark whispers, unspoken stares.

   Her macabre love, his undead life. A bond that cuts like a sharpened knife. In graveyards where the moonlight wanes.

   They laugh at death, defy its chains. Two hearts entwined by fate's cruel hand. In a world they just barely understand, ❞

❝ Kol. Please tell me that you didn't drive this poor girl mad, ❞

❝ Hey, Screw you! I don't need a man to drive me mad. I can do that just fine on my own! ❞