Oooo if it’s okay (sorry for the rambling!!) can I please request a Kol x fem!reader where she’s Elena and Jeremy’s older sister who was previously lived at her collage campus but moved back home after their parents died. She is very sweet, soft, and kind hearted so her siblings and Damon and Stefan try to keep her away from all their violent supernatural plans. Like she wasn’t supposed to be home during their plan to kill Kol but she came home early and stops them from killing Kol, and he grabs her and speeds out of the Gilbert house before anyone can stop him. He’d be confused why she saved his life and is so kind to him, and he’d be drawn to her innocence and really wants to keep her with him, he’d be all flirty yet softly dominant and intimidating it’d be all beauty and the beast-like and she wouldn’t want to leave when her siblings and the Salvatore brothers find her😍
Divine Intervention
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Summary: After returning to Mystic Falls following the death of your parents, you’ve spent years unknowingly living amongst the supernatural secrets carefully hidden from you by Elena, Jeremy and their friends. But when you come home early and interrupt their plan to kill Kol Mikaelson, everything changes.
Tags: (no smut) holding hands, carrying, straddling, crying, angst, soft dominance, intimate touching, Stockholm syndrome (fun fact, it’s not an official mental health diagnosis)
A/N: despite writing in second person singular, I still gave the character a name (Aria) because I dislike writing Y/N, I hope it’s no problem! (also it’s a bit rushed sorry)
Kol Mikaelson x Fem!Reader
You didn’t unpack grief the way you did your suitcase a few years ago when news were evinced your parents had died.
A tragic death, too.
It had been approximately three years since your residence in Mystic Falls, hugging your old friends goodbye at your college campus. Friends you had just recently made in a new city, only to bid farewell a few months later to return to the idyllic Southern facade of a town — Mystic Falls.
And there you had resided, taking care of the last two close family members of yours.
Despite the fact you’d been living there since childhood and, well, three years now, you weren’t aware of the creatures that roamed the town restlessly while you were asleep, or better yet, wide awake, going on about your casual day.
Therefore, it was safe to say Damon and Stefan had done a great job at concealing such dark secrets as Elena had begged them to, whether it was through compulsion or relentless insistence that you stay somewhere else while they walked into another supernatural errand.
But not anymore.
Because tonight was the night Elena and Jeremy could finally put an end to their rather vexing obstacle that’d been hindering everyone from the cure for vampirism.
Kol.
When you opened the front door, you expected nothing less than the quiet home you’d grown up in and the hooting of owls that usually signaled the nightfall.
Quiet, hushed, almost whispering secrets that weren’t meant for your ears.
Instead— pandemonium.
Your brother, the boy who used to sneak in smoke sessions in a fit of teen angst, grabbing hold of a sharp, wooden weapon.
And Elena, the usually compassionate, young girl, enabling Jeremy to do so while holding down a guy who looked pretty young.
He was struggling. Despite his simmering anger beneath, you saw the spark of fear that flashed in his eyes when the youngest Gilbert raised the weapon and—
Push.
All three were too absorbed in the quarrel to see you advancing on Jeremy, his back hitting the counter with a sudden grunt, the wooden stake falling to the ground with a sharp thud.
“Aria, no!” Elena roared, her voice raw and nerve-wrecking before a large hand engulfed that mouth of hers.
Kol’s hand found its way to Elena’s nape, twisting her head in a breath until her body dropped to the floor like the ends of a burnt cigarette.
He should’ve killed them, perhaps a generosity— no, he should have tied them up, performed medieval executions, tortured the two until they grasped at the last moment of pleasure amidst all the agony before death swallowed them whole, only for Kol to feed them back to life and do it all over again.
But he didn’t. Not when he saw their sister.
Jeremy had pushed you off in a fit of pique and desperation to continue their murder attempt, only to see nothing remaining of both the first and the second obstacle.
Before you could sit up, Kol blurs you both, trees, lamplights and houses streaking past in a flash. The world snapped back when he’d thrown you unceremoniously onto his bed, king sized with a rosewood canopy hanging over it, a Persian rug on the floor adorning its ancient living.
You exhaled, long and caught in your lungs full with disorientation and something else that hinted fear.
“What just—“ You looked up at the same man standing before you, his smile tender but not quite reaching his eyes, frame dominating yours as he towered over you.
He stepped closer to the bed, grabbing your ankles when you tried to scramble away. “No, no, darling, stay here.” He mused.
He stayed there, positioned between your legs and watched the girl underneath him, the spitting image of Elena.
Rage like nothing before built up again until he looked into your eyes again, really looked, and saw the softness that lay beneath the terror.
Perhaps you were nothing like Elena.
Your brown hair, a little lighter than your sister’s, was sprawled all over his mattress, almond irises staring back as if everything else became trivial now.
Your brows knit together, hands trembling violently, and you swallowed a thick chunk as his gaze draped over your lightly-freckled nose.
His grin didn’t waver, only grew. “Well, hello there.”
Like scuff against your windpipe, you whispered. “Where am I?”
“In my junction, sweetheart. Where brave and stupid girls come and go,” he traced your jaw, the silence electrifying. “and don’t live long enough to tell the tale.”
His hands reached for the spasms that had reached yours, interlocking them on each side of your face against the mattress and leaning down until your breaths mingled. “You saved me.”
Barely perceptible, you nodded. “I-I didn’t know what they were doing. I thought you needed my help.”
“You trust people too easily.”
“You’re not bad.”
“Darling, I am. I’m also quite surprised that there’s one person in the family without virtue signaling traits.” He sucked in a dramatic, pausing breath and continued. “See, I was initially planning on gouging their eyes out; alive.”
You flinched. He liked it.
“But then you saved me,” he dragged his finger up your arm, reaching your neck and pressing lightly on the pulse. “And how could I resist such a delicious, beautiful angel?”
Then, the question that hung between you finally fell from your lips, reluctant and stomach churning with agitation. “What are you?”
“That’s the question, isn’t it?” He flashed a mean smirk, taunting and soft simultaneously. “I assume neither your friends nor siblings have told you. Perhaps unfairly — knowledge is power.”
You waited, chin quaking with threatening tears.
“I’m a vampire, love.” With his thumb, he caught a tear before it fell all the way, cradling the back of your head with his large hand. “And so is your sister.”
“W-what?”
“And that nuisance of a bastard, Damon with his brooding brother, Stefan. And the bimbo doll, Coraline, was it?”
“Caroline…” You tilted your head with dumbfoundedness, not looking to correct him but to confirm you were talking about the same blonde girl with whom you used to play tea parties as children. “Forbes?”
“Just about right.”
“No— no, it can’t be. You’re lying. I watched them grow up!”
You found herself clamming up again, not because you’d been interjected with a verbal explanation, but because you saw the veins appearing underneath the man’s eyes, the whites surrounding his pupils now a hot color of red.
Eyes widened like a scared kitten’s when his elongated fangs shimmered cruelly, meant to coax you into surrender.
His impish smile was all white and sharp teeth.
You should have scrambled away, every instinct buried deep within flesh and bone screamed at you to run.
A predator stood before you.
Not metaphorically, not figuratively.
A genuine monster, pulled straight from the sort of stories mothers tell children around campfires to keep them from wandering too far into the woods.
Yet your body remained rooted where it was.
Terrified. Absolutely terrified. But rooted all the same.
Your gaze remained fixed on the veins spiderwebbing beneath his eyes, on the unnatural red staining the whites, on the elongated fangs that protruded past lips far too beautiful for something so dangerous.
The realization settled inside your stomach like a stone.
You finally understood.
The impossible, the absurd, hell, the thing that should not exist.
And yet it was standing right in front of you, towering over you as your lungs struggled to draw in enough air.
The canopy above blurred slightly as tears gathered along your lash line, your gaze darting from his eyes to the fangs protruding from his mouth.
He looked pleased, and it wasn’t because you were afraid, but because he’d proven his point.
The realization only made your stomach twist harder.
You pushed yourself backward on instinct, palms pressing against the silk sheets until your shoulders met the carved headboard.
There was nowhere else to go.
Kol noticed. Of course he did.
The smile lingering on his mouth softened by a fraction. “Now then,” he mused, tilting his head. “Do you still think I’m lying?”
You swallowed hard. “No.” The word emerged small and sheepishly honest.
His grin widened. “Good.”
Your gaze dropped to his strong, dangerous hands. The same ones that had snapped Elena’s neck without a second thought.
Your pulse fluttered wildly, realization dawning on you. “You killed people.” The accusation slipped out before you could stop it.
Silence.
When you looked up again, the amusement had vanished from his face.
“I’ve killed many people.” The answer came easily, far too easily.
You should hate him. You should. Yet all you could think about was Jeremy raising that stake with active aid of Elena. About the fear you’d seen flash across Kol’s face for a split second before you’d shoved your brother away.
The memory made your chest ache. “You were going to die.”
His brows lifted suddenly. Of all the responses he could have expected, that clearly wasn’t one of them. “What?”
Back pressed firmly against the headboard, you gathered enough courage to meet his gaze. “You were trapped.” You hated the way your voice shook, but proceeded nonetheless. “They were holding you down.”
A crease appeared between his brows.
You continued before you could lose your nerve. “I’m not saying you’re a good person. I don’t know you.”
His eyes darkened with interest.
“But…” You glanced away for a moment. “I didn’t think it was right.”
The room fell quiet.
Only the crackling fire downstairs and the distant rustling of branches outside disturbed the silence.
Kol stared. You could feel it.
Feel those ancient eyes searching your face for something. Perhaps a lie, stupidity or even a hidden motive, but to no avail.
Instead, all he found was a frightened girl trying very hard not to cry.
Your thrumming pulse only intensified his hunger, but he found himself rather softened by your words rather than famished.
He couldn’t help it. He loved divine interventions, always had a knack for angels, but you had that touch of human to you no angel could compare to.
As the last resort to repel you through fear-mongering, he stepped closer and loomed over you like a sleep paralysis incarnate.
When your small hands reached to rest themselves on his chest, his stomach did a humiliating flip; god, you were beautifully innocent.
“I won’t hurt you, darling.” His whisper blew softly into your parted lips. You inhaled it like a promise. “Though hurting mortals has become rather common now.”
“But it shouldn’t be.” Your voice carried a heavy tone of pity, an emotion he’d normally abhor. “Thank you.” You whispered back, quiet and with genuine gratitude.
“I do believe you deserve to be filled in on this town’s deepest secrets.” He finally stood up, letting the oxygen that had thinned out in the proximity now return. You sighed with relief, closing your eyes for a moment before sitting up yourself.
Your tears couldn’t help but fall silently as he told you everything he knew from start to finish, guilt gnawing at your very core like maggots eating the flesh of a dead animal until only bones remain. You genuinely believed you were doing a good job protecting your younger siblings, only to be slapped in the face with something as cruel as reality.
You held your knees against your chest, fidgeting with one of his antiques in one hand as he familiarized you with the environment you yourself didn’t know you were amidst.
“Careful with that.”
Your hands instantly withdrew. “Sorry.”
“I didn’t say put it down.” His voice softened. “I merely said be careful.” After a moment, he continued. “It’s time you earn back the chunks of your memories they erased. Are you ready?”
You opened your mouth, letting out a shuddering breath, and closed it again. “I’m scared.”
“Knowledge is power, love. Surely you don’t want to stay oblivious for eternity, do you?” He scooted closer, his cold hand ascending to the nape of your neck, prickling your soft skin.
You sucked in a deep breath.
You suddenly found yourself sinking into a reverent hypnosis, your mind both numb and hyper-focused all at once, your irises widening alongside his.
“You now remember every memory your sister, Stefan, Damon or Caroline have compelled away.” He insisted, his tone leaving no place for defiance.
You blinked both in a placid and leisure manner, and snapped back to reality in a heartbeat.
Another tear fell from your eye as one particular memory returned like the last kid revealing itself at the end of hide and seek.
You inhaled, trying to pry the words out of your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Damon.” The name came out brokenly, raw against your throat. “He tried to kill me and— and Elena. She compelled me to forget!”
Your shoulders shook. Another memory surfaced.
Then another. Then another.
Every compulsion. Every lie. Every omission.
All of it crashed into you like waves determined to drag you beneath the surface. You curled inward, small and overwhelmingly fragile.
The antique clutched in your hands trembled violently. Before you could realize what was happening, another hand enclosed yours.
Large. Cold. Steady
The shaking stopped.
“Easy.” His voice cut through the storm inside your head as his thumb brushed over your knuckles.
“They lied to me.” The words broke apart as they left your mouth. “Or maybe they wanted to protect me?”
Kol scoffed, a sharp sound, bitter and immediate. “Protection.” The word dripped with contempt. “Such a fascinating excuse people use when they wish to make choices for somebody else.”
Your eyes burned. “They thought they were helping.”
“Perhaps.” His hand slid upward, fingers gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
The gesture felt oddly intimate.
Terrifyingly tender.
“But protection should not come at the expense of your choice.” His gaze softened a sliver, almost making it seem like you deluded it. “You deserved the truth.”
Something inside your chest cracked.
Not painfully, but relievingly, like a wound finally being cleaned.
“Shh, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” With an effortless tug, he pulled you closer until your bodies touched, your knees on each side of his hips, straddling him. You sniffled softly into the crook of his neck, warm, hopeless tears clinging to his skin.
Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt before you even realized what you were doing. One could say it was instinct, or even exhaustion.
Or maybe your world had simply fractured too many times in a single evening and your mind no longer possessed the strength to hold itself together.
Whatever the reason, you didn’t pull away when his arms settled around your waist.
The room remained steeped in silence, disturbed only by the distant groan of old wood settling somewhere within the house and the occasional whispers of wind against the windows.
Your forehead rested against the curve of his shoulder.
Safe wasn’t the right word, not when you knew exactly what he was. Not when the memory of crimson eyes and sharpened fangs still lingered fresh in your mind.
Yet neither was danger.
You felt his hand move, slowly smoothing over your back as though soothing a startled animal that might bolt at any moment.
Across from you, the fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting amber light across ancient furniture and older secrets. Shadows stretched across the walls, climbing over paintings and bookshelves alike until they reached the bed where the two of you sat suspended in an uneasy sort of peace.
When you finally lifted your head, your eyes met his.
Neither of you spoke.
There was something unexpectedly gentle in his expression, hidden beneath centuries of arrogance and cruelty, visible only for a fleeting moment before it vanished again.
His gaze drifted briefly to the tear tracks still staining your cheeks.
Then to your mouth. Then back to your eyes.
The corner of his lips twitched upward, the moment lingering, as fragile as glass.
Just as his eyes flickered down to your lips, unashamed and leaning in to take what is now his, Klaus’ voice filled the air, blaring and resonating from downstairs into the room. “Dear brother Kol, the Little-Rescue-Committee wants the girl back!”
You felt him tense up, an ebullition of angry vengeance boiling like hot water inside him. “It’s okay.” You murmured, reassuring and careful, before he lashed out. You took his hand in yours, standing up with him. “Let’s go.”
When the two of you descended the stairs, Kol led the path, asserting dominance in some way. You didn’t fight it— instead, you felt safe like that, secured behind him as he stared daggers at anybody or anything that came your way.
You saw Damon’s repulsed and bitter mien first, gaze snapping from the youngest Mikaelson to you. Then came Stefan standing right beside his brother, worried and sensible than his usual brooding self, then finally, Elena.
She looked like a mess, the whirlwind mind of hers perceptible in every way possible. Her demeanor appeared concerned with a twinge of guilt, as much as she tried to come off as commanding.
“He’s compelled her.” With the confidence — or arrogance — that is entirely Damon’s, he presumed.
“Like you three?” You, the oldest Gilbert, interfered instantly, your voice wavering but firm with a message. “Yeah, I know about that. I know about everything.”
“Aria— it’s not like that.” Elena tried before Kol stepped closer, his tone steady with a dangerous touch.
“Save it, you wench. I would have been ash if it weren’t for your sister.”
The nickname made you physically recoil; however, reminiscing about the atrocities the others had committed, the profanity quickly became the least of your worries at that moment.
“Well, this is getting rather amusing.” Klaus leaned against the wall, watching with no other emotions other than entertainment. “Go on, reprieve me of my tedious evening! I’m bored.”
Everybody ignored him, Elena’s voice cutting through the thick air. “Aria, you need to get away from Kol. He’s not who you think he is! He tried to amputate Jeremy—“
“Damon killed Jeremy, Elena.” That exact sentence let the room fall into silence, except for the sound of one particular hybrid, laughing under his breath. You continued. “Damon nearly killed me.”
“Aria…”
“I’m staying with Kol.” The admission hung in the air, sharp and as convicted as one could be. Elena’s eyes dropped to her sister’s hand, intertwined with the sociopathic vampire’s. The sight made Elena visibly pale.
Klaus wheezed, louder this time. “Goodness gracious, I’m in awe of this circus!”
“Shut up, Niklaus.” Kol averted his gaze to his brother, then back to the three standing on their porch. “You heard the lady. Now, if you don’t mind, I advise you leave as soon as possible before I change my mind and hunt down all three of you and the rest of your pathetic friends.”
What felt like eons finally passed when the ricocheting conversation ended, the squad having long given up despite Elena’s usual dedicated self and the two sycophants by her side doing everything they’re told to by her.
But they couldn’t reach you. Not this time.
Not from Kol’s secure embrace.
