15.
“Turais Amaryllis-” She states, her tone all high and mighty— she was admittedly very influenced by the company she kept.
“ —cute little witch”, Kol interrupts decisively. His lips curled into a coy smile as his eyes traced her form. She wasn’t exactly old enough for him to mess with much to his dismay. Fifteen at best, he deduced. But, oh. Given time, wouldn’t she just be delicious? He could feel his fangs growing and the veins around his eyes darkening.
The only thing that stopped him from pouncing on the cute little witch in lingerie and messy hair— she was drunk, it was laughably obvious to him— was the fact that he could actually feel. Not like a subconscious thought but rather like a very much alive— er undead being.
“Don’t interrupt me”, She snaps at him, bringing him out of his musing. He couldn’t help but notice how her eyebrows furrowed and cheeks filled— she was pouting. Oh heaven and hell— Kol was not ready to be tugged at— metaphorically— towards an adorable little witch. Really, he hadn’t fed on or shagged in far too long and she was far too tempting.
Kol decided. He’d hang around. He needed answers after all. It definitely wasn’t because he suddenly felt the most magical he had in a thousand years—or because he missed minimal living contact— really, he convinced himself– it was because he was brilliant at being a menace. He was just checking he hadn’t lost his touch, after all, once he woke up he couldn’t have his elder siblings going around for any longer without being annoyed every ticking moment.
16.
Kol did not mean to. Really. He didn’t. Okay, that’s a lie. He definitely knew she was going to be half-naked and oh-so adorable for him. Honestly, he was only interested in annoying her, not anything lewd. Sadly, she refused to believe him— which, how stupid. She knew his intentions. They had learned the hard way that they could read each other’s minds and emotions because of the crazy connection that was formed upon her practicing a very ancient ritual and then being an idiot and burning it as a part of her drunken shenanigan.
What did surprise him though was her lack of reaction. It was honestly very disheartening. Kol knew if nothing else that he was very good-looking and incredibly appealing— so for a young witch in her hormonal age to not react to him standing— even if in a ghostly sense— right behind her, while she was literally changing? Kol would pout. Well, he did. But no one needed to know that.
After quite a lot of whining from his end, she finally chose to react—
“Kol, sweetcheeks— I have best friends that have made privacy a thing of myth for me. So, as beautiful as you are, I have no qualms here.”
Kol blinked. His smile spread. “Did you just call me sweetcheeks, darling?- and beautiful in one sentence? Is that you admitting I’m growing on you?”
“Getting ahead of ourselves again, are we?”, She flicks his ear playfully. Pulling her hair over her left shoulder. “Zip that up for me”
Kol’s protests are muted by her request. He not-so-innocently caresses his fingers up her back as he zips the dress, tugging at the sleeves to adjust the off-shoulder dress. He made sure she was very much aware of how his lips brushed against her ear and his breath fanned her neck. Oh, heaven why was she so tiny?His Tiny Witch.
He looks at her with a slight smirk as she leans just a little bit into his embrace— practically melts really. And for once he let her have her dignity and chose not comment— he will admit very loudly much later that it did in fact take every ounce of control he could muster.
17.
Kol saw red. Literally and metaphorically. It wasn’t rare for him to see her blood— not once they realized that he felt less in pain, more anchored and much to his excitement, even slightly telekinetic upon feeding on her (He won’t even be bashful and hide that he did in fact jump around and float practically everything upon learning of this and has since them all but begged her to let him feed on her quite often).
Alternatively, he never let it go too far. He realized not much after she turned sixteen that he was very much tethering on the very fine line of being attached to the young witch beyond belief. Perhaps, that is exactly why he decided to show himself for the first time when they weren’t alone when she smiled borderline maniacal, covered in blood as an annoyingly beautiful male hugged her to his chest— admittedly, any other time, Kol would’ve definitely tried to hit on him.
Kol’s eyes narrow further as the boy peppers her face with kisses and she turns to mush against him. Kol pouts. He didn’t want to share His crazy little witch.
Kol would’ve definitely pulled something if the boy hadn’t turned around and stared exactly at where Kol stood with his sleepy drunken brown eyes. The Original was confused. He was certain no one other than his adorable darling could see him. So why—
“Mhm, I see what you mean, Pup”, the young guy smirks lazily. “He’s definitely fit”.
Turais blinked and turned to look at them— Kol could see the amusement in her eyes.
“Fuck, I want this one”, The guy continues, not even bothering to care that both the other occupants of the room looked like they were utterly speechless.
“Have him,” Turais said finally after a moment. Kol’s eyes snap to her and narrow.
“Excuse me? I am very much right here and—” he glances at the brunette guy, eyes roaming his form begrudgingly. “ —yes, I am fit. But—”
“Theodore Nott”, The guy interrupts, stepping closer to Kol, digging his nail into his index finger under blood shone through. Pushing the finger into Kol’s mouth just as he opened it to argue about being interrupted.
Kol was utterly baffled. He was not used to this. Did men and women alike often throw themselves at him for his charm and dashing looks? Absolutely. Did any of them treat him like he was the pretty little thing? Bloody hell no.
Kol did not react— other than begrudgingly, almost vindictively feeding on Theodore until the young wizard spoke again. “ — Tiny’s betrothed”
Kol reacted to that before could think. Theo was pressed against the wall on the other end of the room, the Original all but crushing his windpipe. Even then, he had the audacity to smirk. “Kinky. I’m not into this— but for you—”
That gave the witch enough time to react and be by their side, pushing Kol away from Theo. “Kol! Stop it! Please— let us explain.” She glances at Theo. “Get out. Let me deal with this—”
Theo had the audacity to look like a puppy denied its treat— stealing a kiss from both the others before walking out.
Kol on the other hand wasn’t as accepting. Turais found herself replacing Theo’s position. She did not flinch. Admittedly, Kol hated it but he couldn’t quite get himself to hurt the girl the same. She’d grown on him— she’d beyond grown on him.
“Kol—please”, She murmurs softly. “Listen to me—”
“ —you’re betrothed. All this while, you’ve been betrothed”, Kol hisses instead. “When we kissed under the fucking eclipse. When we shagged in Norway because ‘you’re Viking? That’s wicked!’” He very badly mocks her.
“I do not sound like that”
He silences her protests, pulling himself far too close to her face— did he want to snog and shag her till he forgot all this? Absolutely. Was he going to do it? Probably. But he was still furious before that— not completely true. He was hurt. He trusted her. Fuck, he fell for her. So so much. She was a part of him. He respected her wishes to never go through her memories. He held her every single time and cursed his brother for daggering him because– what do you mean I cant just kill those bastards that hurt my pretty witch, darling? — hell, he even secretly felt glad that he at least found her in his daggered time— the one good thing in a long series of pains — the one that held him like he was the most precious thing— made him feel like it— and all while what? She was betrothed to another?
“Kol”, She murmurs. Caressing his cheek. He loved her touch– he scolded himself to not melt for it. “Theo is just my best friend — I’ve told you about the Wizarding World. It’s just a contract — we’re backward like that, i mean we still write letters and—”
“Send posts by birds, I know”, He interrupts, borderline grumbling. Instead of choking her, he’s gripping at the back of her neck now. Leaning down so his face is hidden in the crook of her neck. He bites– not drawing blood, oh hell, he wants to but for once, he doesn't.
“It’s just so no one else annoys Grandfather, Sirius or me with offers. Please Doll”, She sighs softly, her fingers knotting in his hair. “I never lied to you. Not under the eclipse or the northern lights. In no form or word or thought”
“You’re My pretty Witch”, he huffs finally after a few moments.
“You think I’m pretty?”
That tease works. Eliciting a laugh from him— and the flush that rose to her cheeks at the sound did absolute wonders to his ego — he grins boyishly, glancing at her. “Gorgeous, darling. You’re a delight in every sense of the word”
His grin shifts into a smug smirk. “But that’s not what i want your sweet mind to focus on, darling–”
She laughs. “Oh alright. Your Pretty Witch”