#freymon

NEW ORLEANS, 1914 - lore dump

okay so this au (which is always canon to me. in every fic of mine.) was inspired by a few things:

that interaction between kol and damon at the mikaelson ball in s3. “have we met?” “i’ve met a lot of people, and you… don’t particularly stand out.” makes me giggle. they’re so petty and for what.

the fact that marcel would absolutely despise damon. like i can’t imagine two people who would get on WORSE than them. especially since marcel is all about looking out for the little guy (even if it means going against his immediate circle), while damon looks out for his immediate circle only.

i just think that kol hitting on freya, getting rejected & then thinking to himself “ah, she must be a lesbian,” is hilarious. and i think that freya and damon would get on well, partly considering their similar mindsets with the small but profound list of people they’d do anything to protect. and also how freya’s life story is pretty much buck’s, the main character in call of the wild.

SO BASICALLY,

damon steps foot into the quarter and instantly manages to piss off marcel & his witches, but isn’t a big enough issue for klaus to take note of.

he and kol bump into eachother one night, and kol’s instantly suspicious of this young vampire who claims he doesn’t know who the mikaelsons are, and doesn’t bow down to marcel (revels in pissing him off, even). he finds damon refreshing (someone clueless but enthusiastic about vampirism, dislikes marcel, etc.). they then go their separate ways after a night of good fun.

the next night, he’s cornered by the witches in an alley next to the bar he’s in, and freya, who thought he looked pretty / interesting, (maybe saw him befriend her brother?) rescued him because why not. (maybe he reminded her of the man she loved once? maybe she was just getting fed up with the witches in the quarter. who knows). anyways so they become friends, eventually roommates.

so a month or so goes by, damon and freya now bffs, are sitting at a cafe maybe? or a park? idk. anyway, kol struts up (he sees the beautiful woman on a date with that fellow he bumped into a little while back, and decides to ask her out), introduces himself to freya, who goes, “not interested. thanks.” and kol’s all 💡 aha! “one for the ladies then? no matter,” and immediately starts flirting with damon. kol will not be dissuaded from the notion that freya is a lesbian, despite being told so & the fact that she, too, is sleeping with damon. he’s very supportive of her, though.

NOTES

“stirrer in the cauldron” refers to kol poking about the witchy area of the quarter.

witches sensing eachothers magic/family magic — when kol touches freya he can feel the ache of a phantom limb, and since he doesn’t know what that means, he just assumes it’s because she’s powerful/he’s into her. or that it’s because he’s jealous of her magic.

freya owned ‘call of the wild’ first. finds it relatable and inspiring. she gives it (and a copy of little briar rose or smth) to damon for christmas with an inscription (january 2014, dowager fauline cottage / something similar) that damon’s been trying to puzzle out ever since.

“It’s cute that you think this,” she gestures to all of him, “is intimidating.”

It's inconvenient. Damon looks down enough to glare at his traitorous dick. It always gets him into these situations.

FREYA’S FUCKBOY ERA

Freya smiled almost patronizingly. “Oh come on Damon, don’t play dumb. And here I thought that you were more than just a pretty face.”

“it’s a good thing you’re pretty,” Freya sighed, patting Damon on the cheek, “because there’s nothing up here.” Damon pouted as she poked his temple, pupils still blown from his recent feed.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?” Freya smirked, giving him the least subtle thrice-over Damon’s ever seen.