AN: Thank you so much for the reviews, follows, and favorites! Also thank you for the follows and comments on Tumblr! I have no idea how to dance or anything of that sort so I didn't really describe anything in too much detail. But I based these conversations on ones my co-worker and I have sometimes. He's a jerk. I lied, he's awesome. He's my sarcastic soul mate.

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Kol teaches Davina how to dance for their wedding. Tumblr Anon Request.

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"I'm not taking a bloody dance class." Kol ripped the the pamphlet before his bride-to-be could say another word.

"Yes, you are," she replied, taking it right back from him and smoothing out the crinkled paper. "I don't want to look like a complete idiot. A New Orleans wedding is different. It's very public, especially since you're a Mikaelson and I'm marrying you. Marcel is well known, even with the humans. People will be watching every move we make!"

"Davina, I've been alive for over a thousand years. Do you really think I don't know how to dance? And since when do you care what those naysayers think?"

"Well, I don't know how to dance," she replied, crossing her arms and refusing to back down. "And I don't care what they think! It's just...a lot is riding on this wedding."

"I can teach you," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh." He grinned when she shrugged her shoulders and threw the pamphlet away. "You should have said so."

"I apologize, darling." He enveloped her in his arms. She burrowed into his chest, enjoying his warmth.

"As you should." She giggled before pulling away. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little on edge. It's getting so close and there's still so much to do."

Kol took his phone out and opened up the music app. "Let's start now," he said, going through the vast collection of music.

He put his phone on the docking station and a slow soft voice filled the room. Davina had yet to hear this song, but she already loved it. It was going to be a hit for sure. He was always doing that-pulling up music none have heard yet. She didn't know how he did it!

"It'll be fun and help you relax, therefore help me relax." He came up to her and pulled her flush against him for a moment before putting her hand on his shoulder and wrapping one of his arms around her waist. He then took her other hand in his.

"Wait a second," she said, pulling back a little. "Are you trying to say your happiness revolves around me not wanting to strangle you?"

"Yes," he said, bringing her back to him and causing her to grunt. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Good. Because you know your sole purpose once we're married is going to be making sure I'm always happy, right? Both here and with the coven." She jokingly held her head high. She was the queen.

"Of course, darling." He grinned, moving them around the room.

"Are you going to actually tell me what to do? Or...?" She smiled, letting him know she was teasing.

"Are you trying your hand at being the nagging housewife?" He twirled her around quickly, causing her to nearly trip.

"I wasn't ready!"

He dramatically pulled her back in. She squealed when his hand moved to a particularly sensitive spot on her side. "I don't know if you noticed, but you are doing splendidly. When we have our first dance, I promise you nobody will notice your two left feet." He dipped his head down, leaving a trail of kisses across her jawline and tickling her neck. "They'll be looking at us in awe. The two love birds showing them they proved them wrong."

"You need to shave," she said, pulling back and patting his cheek roughly. "And by the way, I'm not going to be a housewife. I hate cleaning."

"Don't I know it," he mumbled. He tugged her back to him again. "Stop trying to escape." He slowed down his movements, so that they were now just barely swaying. "We'll just hire a housekeeper," he continued. "In a french ma-"

"I think I need to practice making you sleep on the couch."

"I'll just practice sneaking back into bed."

Davina leaned her head against his chest, wrapping her arms around him. She breathed him in, enjoying the peaceful moment.

"I hate you," she said.

"I love you, too."

AN: I wanted to do one that focuses only on Kol and Davina because the next two are Marcel and Davina. I'm jumping around from the wedding and back again. Remember these are just drabbles, sometimes one-shots.