Vampire Diaries Imagines

Sibling Antics - Kol Mikaelson

The Mikaelson estate was unusually quiet for a Thursday evening, save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace in the main living room. Y/N sat cross-legged on the plush leather couch, flipping through a worn book she'd borrowed from Elijah's personal library. She was deeply engrossed in its contents, her lips occasionally moving as she silently read the ancient text.

Kol, ever the agent of chaos, lounged nearby, spinning a silver dagger in his hand. The faint whistle of the blade slicing through the air punctuated the otherwise serene atmosphere. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned back, tipping his chair onto its hind legs.

"Kol," The youngest Mikaelson muttered without looking up, her tone holding the weight of a warning.

"Yes, darling sister?" Kol responded, not bothering to conceal the smirk tugging at his lips.

She flipped another page, her brow furrowing slightly. "Do you have to do that here?"

Kol caught the dagger mid-spin and grinned. "Do what? Sit here and provide my delightful presence? I thought you adored me."

"Adore isn't the word I'd use," she shot back dryly. "You're distracting."

"Distracting? Me?" Kol gasped theatrically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Why, Y/N, I'm offended. I'm merely entertaining myself while you bury your nose in another one of Elijah's dull tomes."

"It's not dull," she retorted, finally glancing up at him. "This book is about ancient mystical seals. Something you might find useful, considering how often you manage to get cursed or trapped in some way."

Kol raised an eyebrow, letting the front legs of his chair hit the floor with a thud. "Touché, but I don't need a lecture on seals. I've survived centuries on wit and charm alone."

Y/N snorted. "You mean wit, charm, and reckless behavior."

Kol twirled the dagger again, this time letting it glide between his fingers. "Reckless behavior keeps life exciting. Perhaps you should try it sometime, little sister."

Her patience was wearing thin. She slammed the book shut with a resounding thump, causing Kol to freeze mid-spin. "Will you put that down?" she snapped, gesturing toward the dagger.

Kol looked from her to the blade in his hand, his smirk widening. "What, this? It's harmless. I'm a professional, Y/N/N."

"It's a dagger, Kol," she said, her voice laced with exasperation. "Hardly harmless. And knowing you, you're one wrong move away from embedding it in the wall-or worse, me."

Kol chuckled, finally setting the dagger on the coffee table. "Fine, fine. No need to get your knickers in a twist."

Y/N sighed, leaning back into the couch. "Thank you."

There was a moment of silence before Kol leaned forward, mischief still twinkling in his eyes. "You know, you're far too uptight. A little chaos wouldn't kill you."

She shot him a look. "It wouldn't kill me, but you might if you keep waving sharp objects around."

Kol grinned. "Fair point. But chaos is in our blood, darling. Might as well embrace it."

Y/N shook her head, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "I'll embrace it when you learn to channel it into something useful."

"Like throwing a proper party?" Kol suggested, leaning back with a wink. "You and I would make quite the duo."

She rolled her eyes but didn't argue. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you adore me," he quipped, echoing her earlier words.

Y/N didn't dignify that with a response, instead reopening her book. Kol leaned back in his chair, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. Their banter might be relentless, but that was how they worked-chaos and calm, perfectly balanced in their sibling dynamic.