Could u please do a kennett drabble. I literally can't find any fanfics/drabbles/oneshots of kennett and they're my otp 🙏🏽
Hey! I’ll absolutely can write you a drabble but I thought I’d give you some links to Kennett fanfiction. So if you’d like me to do a specific prompt inbox me again.x
So here’s my Kennett Fanfiction Tag and the link to my drabble series
This is a list of Kennett blogs you can follow (there aren’t many I’m afraid so a lot of these will be probably multi shippers of either Bamon Bonkai or both)
Kennett + waking up after their first night together
“Sneaking out of bed so soon?”
Bonnie tensed at the sound of the self-satisfied, accented voice coming from behind her.
‘You’re a grown up’ she repeated to herself.
‘You don’t have to be embarrassed about this. The walk of shame is a sexist concept constructed by patriarchal society to shame women who take control of their sexualities and-
“-Usually I can’t convince the ladies to leave,” Bonnie willed herself not to release the tirade of choice words she had in mind and instead took a deep breath before turning to face the source of her irritation.
As anticipated, Kol was sprawled out on the bed, this trademark smug smirk look plastered on his face; propped up in a position that Bonnie assumed was supposed to be sexy. Admittedly though, it was difficult trying not to let her eyes wander down to where only a small strip of the sheets covered his crotch. Especially considering the perfectly sculpted ‘v shape’ his pelvic bone was making.
At the sight of Kol, Bonnie was abruptly reminded of the poor thought processing that had led her to her current predicament.
The roguish smirk on Kol’s face - when she, unfortunately, bumped into him, propped up against the bar in a tavern in the middle of New Orleans - combined with a few ill-advised tequila shots had been a recipe for disaster (as well hot illicit sex in the pub bathroom and various hard and flat surfaces in the hotel room).
The old Bonnie would have balked at the idea of going anywhere near an Original sibling (let alone Kol out of all of them) and engaging in a clandestine one night stand, just for the sake of scratching an itch. But the new Bonnie had a much larger appreciation of life and the concept of living it to the fullest and not resisting her basic urges as long as they weren’t hurting anyone.
Kol was undeniably… skilled, but in the light of the new morning, the subsequent consequences of her actions were becoming abundantly clear.
“You need to get over yourself Kol,” Bonnie bit out, grabbing a pair of jeans from off the ground and tossing them abruptly in his direction.
He caught it easily and laughed.“And why would I do that when I could get under you instead?”
Bonnie’s nose wrinkled.
“Ugh, what the hell did I see in you? Beer goggles really are a powerful thing,” she muttered.
“Now, now,” Kol scolded sitting up in bed. Bonnie adamantly turned her back to him, as the sheet slipped further down his body and Kol made no attempt to stop it. “We both know I had your interest way before the drinks passed those lovely lips of yours,”
Kol reached out and traced his finger down her spine. Bonnie shuddered involuntarily but shot up quickly off of the bed, thankful that she’d managed to get her bra and panties on while Kol was talking.
“It was fun I guess, thanks-” Bonnie said dismissively, attempting to remain nonchalant, even though her skin was on fire as memories of the previous night flashed through her mind.
Kol remained uncharacteristically silent as Bonnie continued gathering the rest of her clothes and belongings; so much so that she briefly wondered if she’d actually offended him and bruised his ego.
Realizing that she was missing the small shoulder purse she came with she spun around, only to find Kol with it grasped in his left hand an almost childish look of glee on his features.
Bonnie sighed heavily and sent up a small prayer to the ancestors for patience (although on second thoughts she reasoned if her Grams could see her now she probably wouldn’t want to).
“Kol I’m not going to play games with you this morning, a simple spell and I’ll have you crossed eyed and thinking your hand is sock puppet named Gerald,”
“No need for threats darling,” he replied calmly, extended the purse to her. “I simply thought I’d warn you,”
“Warn me?” Bonnie questioned, reaching out and grasping the bag from Kol’s hands before he had the chance to move it away. “Warn me of what?”
“That you’ll be back,” Kol smirked obnoxiously. “They always come back eventually,”
Bonnie made a noise of disgust and took off out of the room as fast as her legs could carry her; ignoring Kol’s laughter behind her.
The would be adventures of a beautiful witch named Bonnie and baseball bat wielding, Orginal Vampire named Kol. With featured Klaroline, Kalijah, Frucien and Stebekah/Mabekah/Rebenzo (depending on my mood)
a/n: this is terrible I’m so sorry. I decided to do make this kennett because the whole feeling things through touches creamed Bonnie to me; plus if anyone's going to be murdered by their ex…
warning: themes of death, slightly dark toward the end.
no beta. for @gooddame
“Get up asshole!” Bonnie demanded, shoving Kol abruptly off of the couch. He started from his sleep in shock and let his head loll backwards onto the floor, as he stared up at Bonnie disorientated.
“It happened again!” she growled. “What. Did. You. Do!?”
“What the bloody hell are you on about?” Kol bristled in response. “I was in the middle of nice dream before you-”
“I don’t care, I don’t care what you were dreaming about or if I interrupted your precious sleep Kol. Do you wanna know what I’ve been doing all night instead of sleeping?! Hanging out in some sleazy looking bar, with God awful music on full blast, watching a bunch of people doing lines a the table!”
Kol’s face formed into a look of understanding and he nodded, pulling himself up off the floor and back onto the couch.
“Did you touch me?” Bonnie demanded, glaring down at him.
He sighed.
“I came into your room because you left your phone on the sofa.”
Bonnie arched her eyebrows.
“And?”
“And, you looked cold so I threw a blanket over you. I didn’t realise we made contact; apologies love,”
Bonnie closed her eyes and huffed, lifting her hands to rub at her temples. When she reopened her eyes Kol was still staring up at her, his brown eyes soft and almost angelic. The revelation of his random act of kindness made it infuriatingly difficult of for her to remain angry with him. Gingerly, she plopped down on the couch, being careful not to brush shoulders with him as she did.
Bonnie’s living arrangement was unique to that of most people she knew. The primary reason being, that her roommate was technically undead. Kol Mikaelson, in a past life, had been a lead guitar player in a group called The Originals, a punk rock group comprising of him and his four siblings. (Bonnie had personally never heard of them but Kol insisted they were pretty big in London at time so she’d taken his word for it).
In the peak of the band’s success, they’d relocated to the state in order to gain more publicity. Six months into their stay, Kol had died suddenly and unexpectedly at the ripe old age of twenty-six while walking out of a nightclub. He had no recollection of how of why and now nearly 50 years later he was still haunting his old flat (which was supposed to be Bonnie’s perfect rent controlled dream apartment) presumably cursed to remain there for the rest of eternity until he found ‘peace’. Whatever that was.
Bonnie was the first tenant that he hadn’t actively driven out of the place before they’d gotten a chance to unpack their moving boxes. Something about her ‘alluring beauty and charm’ he’d said.
In hindsight, Bonnie shouldn’t really have been surprised that this sort of thing was happening to her. Growing up in Mystic Falls had prepared her for a lifetime of supernatural hijinks. Plus she was a witch and a disaster magnet extraordinaire. Coming home to find a strange, slightly translucent man sitting in her kitchenette, devouring a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch was far from the strangest thing that had ever happened to her. Which really said something about her.
The worst thing (besides having to contend with Kol’s generally irritating personality) was the visions. The faintest skin to skin contact could plunge Bonnie decades back in time, head first into one of Kol’s deranged memories; helpless to feel, smell and experiencing everything that happened around her. Neither of them could figure out whether it was a witch thing or a ghost thing that was causing them to happen, all Bonnie knew was that it was an inconvenience and a nuisance. It was only sheer stubbornness and the fact that she’d blown a good bit of her paycheck decorating the apartment, that had stopped her from moving out of there and finding somewhere else to live. That being said, the thought still crossed her mind. Frequently.
“If it helps, I think we're getting closer,” Kol murmured breaking the silence.
Bonnie turned and gave him an incredulous look.
“Seriously? Tell me that you're not still holding on to the idea, that your drug induced memories are all some kind of puzzle pieces that will eventually help to solve the mystery of your death?”
Kol got up and stretched.
“Think about it. You’re a witch, before you, this… the touching thing never happened before,”
“That’s because nobody’s ever hung around here long enough for you to test that theory,” Bonnie grumbled.
“The club that you went to this time around; was it Charlie’s by any chance?” Kol asked, ignoring her previous comment and looking down at her hopefully.
“Wh- I don’t know Kol!? I have no idea what the sleazy nightclub’s name was. I was too busy being in shock at the mountains of illegal cocaine in front of me!”
“Well, the club was called Charlie’s for a reason, love. Mmm, nineteen sixty-nine,” he sighed wistfully. “What a time to be alive,”
Bonnie scoffed and tucked her legs underneath her on the couch.
“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying your little moment of nostalgia; meanwhile I’ll just lie here and recover after not getting a wink of sleep last night. You know the visions aren’t like dreams, right? It’s like I’m physically right there when it’s all happening, wide awake the whole time”
“As I said, we could be getting closer to putting you out of your misery darling,” Kol said, beaming at her in a way that was frankly only irritating in her sleep deprived state.
“That club was the last place I remember being in Bonnie, love. You know, before my very unfortunate, untimely death, of course,”
“So what’s your point?” Bonnie hummed, trying to keep her eyes from shutting as she reclined backwards onto the cushions.
“My point, darling, is that we could be mere seconds away from the exact moment itself!”
Bonnie cocked one eye open and frowned.
“Don’t sound so excited weirdo. I mean how many separate times have you been to this club anyway? It’s not as if you could tell one night from the other at the time back when you were out partying, let alone now,.” she pointed out.
Kol looked as if he was going to say something else but Bonnie could feel the waves of sleep lapping at her body and she was in need of a shower to wash the lingering, icky feeling, she had after spending an evening (however simulated) in Kol’s favourite drinking hole. So she got up before he could speak.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom,” Bonnie sighed, tugging at her hair with one hand and pulling up her sleep shorts with the other.
“Sorry again, love,” Kol called after her as she disappeared from the room.
Bonnie flashed him a half-hearted smile and shut the door of her bedroom. Kol might be a royal pain in the ass the majority of the time but she found his remorse was always genuine whenever he accidently induced the visions.
It wasn’t his fault, Bonnie knew that and being dead had to suck especially when you had no idea how it happened in the first place and if she thought she could help Kol, she would. However Bonnie stood by her previous statement, if these memories of Kol’s were some sort of breadcrumb trail, slowly leading them to the truth; God knows how long it would take before they got any sort of clarity on the situation. It was a wild goose chase. A coin toss. A guessing game.
And honestly Bonnie didn’t move over 400 miles away from home, just to be stuck in yet another paradigm of magical ex machina at her expense. Was it too much to ask to live a remotely normal existence for once in her life?
Bonnie slipped her clothes off and got in the shower. As she began lathering up the bar of soap in her hand she came to a decision. The spray of the shower hit her skin and she shut her eyes contemplating how she would go about breaking the news she had for Kol.
“Good shower love?” Kol smirked as Bonnie emerged in the kitchen. She rolled her eyes at the salacious look on Kol's face as he wiggled his eyebrows in her direction. Only he could take the most innocent thing and make it sound dirty and provocative.
Still, she knew his crude humour was purely for the purpose of gaining a reaction from her. Despite everything, Bonnie found she was going to miss the troublesome poltergeist. She felt her chest clench as she hovered by the table.
“Something wrong?” Kol garbled through a mouthful of cereal, watching Bonnie's carefully.
She shuffled uncomfortably and hesitated before she took a seat opposite him on of the kitchen chairs.
“We need to talk,” she said softly.
“If this is about your shampoo,” Kol began, putting down his spoon. “I know promised I stop using it, darling but it’s really not my fault. They shouldn't make those things smell so darn good. I'm afraid I've always been a bit of an addict-”
“Wh- no Kol this isn't about the shampoo- But wait, really? You're still using it?!”
Kol gave her a sheepish look before shovelling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
“I think maybe… I think it's time I moved out and found another place,”
There was a loud clattering noise as Kol's spoon fell from his hands into the bowl of what was now mostly milk and he gazed at Bonnie with a horror stricken expression.
“What's that now?”
“I can’t do this anymore,” she said bluntly. “I’ve just... spent my whole life being this performing magical genie for everyone I know. Now I’m living with a ghost from the 1960s and time travelling into drunk rocker's paradise every 3 seconds! What part of that is normal?!”
Kol blinked at her.
“Darling you're a witch. Did you ever imagine your life would have any semblance of normality?”
“I have to try, Kol” Bonnie sighed. “I have a job and school and plans for a future. And this-”
She gestured with her arms.
“-Can’t be happening if I’m ever going to where I want. Which is why I have to move on, so I can at least attempt at a life that doesn’t sound like the premise of a homeless man’s fever dream” she insisted.
Kol snorted loudly. Bonnie’s shoulders sagged in response.
“You understand right?”
Kol gave Bonnie a once over. A sad smile formed on his face as he got up and began to pace.
“Kol?”
“Ah, Bonnie Bennett...”
“Are you about to guilt trip me?” she asked wearily looking up at him through the gaps in her fingers.
He shook his head.
“I’m attempting to do something that’s a little foreign to me,”
“What do you mean?” Bonnie questioned.
Kol expelled another heavy breath.
“Dying really gives you perspective. I realised, twenty-six years isn’t a very long time to live. I spent everyday living life as if it were my last and then one day… it was. I’ve been walking around for nearly half a century alone, with only a few small pleasure to entertain me and not a single soul for company because nobody could see me. And then finally, a pretty little lass walks in here and instead of looking through me; she looks right at me and screams. Which was honestly the happiest moment I’ve had since I kicked the bucket all those years ago.”
“Only you would say something like that,” Bonnie huffed.
“What I’m trying to express, poorly I might add. Is that I’ll miss you. Sorely. This… existence if you can call it that was withering away my sanity bit by bit and then you came along and helped me to feel human again. I’m sorry, all I’ve given you in return were strange, unwanted visits into scenes from my wayward past, sweetheart. What else can I say.”
Bonnie sniffed slightly and dabbed gently at her eye with the back of her hand, having not expected such emotive, sentiments to come from him.
“I only wish I could have known you back then, I think we could have been quite the thing,” he flirted, his mouth forming a half-smile.
Ah yes, Kol just wouldn’t be Kol if he was actually capable of being serious for more than five seconds.
“I doubted there would have been much of a future for us.” Bonnie scoffed teasingly. “Sleazy rock stars aren’t exactly my type,”
“You talk a good game, love. But believe you me, there wasn’t a woman alive capable of resisting my charms back in the day,”
“I guess I’ll never know,” Bonnie chuckled rising from her seat.
There was a long silence as Bonnie walked away from Kol towards the kitchen entrance. Although as she did, something stopped her suddenly and she turned back around to face him.
“For what’s it’s worth it wasn’t completely awful living with you either,” she smiled, leaning against the doorway. “Even though you are a complete ass sometimes,”
Kol didn’t respond. He stared pensively into space behind her instead.
“Kol?” Bonnie called out. “Are you… okay? What’s-”
“-I’m going to ask you something and if you say no- well, I’ll understand but I need to ask,”
“Uhm, okay?”
“Will you go back? Just one last time, I know you don’t have any faith in the visions but I truly believe we’re close. If it’s possible, then I’d like to find peace and make my descent to the afterlife. Which I have no doubt will be some variation of Hell and I’ll be amongst the other great rock legends of all time,”
Bonnie scoffed and laughed despite herself.
“And if you don’t find ‘peace’. If there’s nothing? If this vision is just another blurred alcohol induced haze?”
“Then we would have tried,” Kol answered. “I’ll stay here and submit to my fate of haunting the unsuspecting idiots that attempt to move in after you and you’ll go and live the rest of your life, Bonnie Bennett. Your nice, perfect, supernatural drama-free life,”
“I’ll do it,” she immediately replied.
Kol frowned.
“You will?”
“Like you said, I’m moving out, it’s just one more time and I’ve got nothing else to loose, so I guess, yeah,”
Kol flashed her a brilliant smile and stepped toward her.
“Thank you,” he murmured. “You’ve made an old ghost very happy,”
Kol clasped both her hands in his and Bonnie felt a familiar shiver go through her body.
Bonnie was standing in an alleyway. Instinctively Bonnie wrapped her arms around herself as she felt the cold hit her. The visions had an inconvenient habit of transporting Bonnie in whatever clothes she happened to be wearing at the time to and she’d forgotten to grab a cardigan before she and Kol made contact. To say she felt extremely awkward the night before, sitting in a crowded bar in only her sleep shorts and a vest was an understatement. Even if no one could see her.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Mary”
Bonnie jumped, as tall, bearded man, with dark thick hair, drifted into the alley followed by a small redheaded woman in a black trench coat.
“Are you getting cold feet on me Sam?” the woman replied in a steely voice.
“Course’ not, you know I’d do anything for you. But-”
“But?”
“This seems a bit extreme don’t you think? I mean what if you’re caught? What if-”
“-Tell you what Sam, why don’t you leave all the heavy thinking to me, alright? Just make sure the car’s ready for when I get out of here,”
The man stared at her for a second, uncertainty still evident on his face.Eventually, he turned and walked away; leaving the small woman by herself in the dark.
Bonnie walked closer to where she stood until she was right next to her and studied her face. Her features were pinched into a look of determination but her eyes sparkled with something else, something that resembled sadness. Regret even.
Suddenly there was a noise and Mary ducked out of immediate vision and pressed her back against the wall of the building.
A door at the side of the building she was standing by swung open abruptly and a man swaggered out. The walkway was very dimly lit so Bonnie did have much to go by but as he turned ever so slightly to face her Bonnie was almost positive the man in question was Kol.
As he stumbled down the steps, clearly off his head drunk, Mary stepped out of the shadows with a gun clasped in her right hand. Bonnie opened her mouth to scream or speak. Anything. but whatever she wanted to say refused to come out. Kol took three steps down the path leading out of the alley and Mary lifted her arm and pointed the gun straight, in Kol’s direction.
She pulled the trigger and a single bullet shot out landed in the back of his head, smack in the centre. Kol stilled on the spot and swayed slightly before hitting the concrete, face first. By the looks of things, he died on impact. Bonnie pressed a hand to her mouth and another to her stomach as she felt her insides begin to churn.
Mary stood motionless for a moment, staring at Kol’s lifeless body. A look of conflict briefly crossing her face. For a second, Bonnie thought she was going to cry. Instead, Mary pushed the gun back instead of her coat and slowly backed away from the scene, breaking into a run after a couple of seconds. The last thing Bonnie heard before fading into the present was the screeching of tyres against the concrete.
“Bonnie?”
Bonnie blinked her eyes open adjusting to the light of her kitchen. As she registered Kol in front of her she realised there was a tear running down her cheek.
“What have you seen?” Kol asked, his voice low and grave. But by his tone, Bonnie could tell that he already had an idea.
“Who was Mary?” she asked, swiping at her cheek with the back of her hand.
“Mary?” Kol repeated. His brows knitted together in thought.
“Yay high, red hair, feisty attitude? That Mary?” he asked.
“That’s the one,” Bonnie nodded.
“She was my ex. A literally crazy and a bit of an Original groupie, I’m afraid. Mary was a close friend of my sister’s; then she began seeing Klaus but that ended as quick as it began. After that, there was an Elijah period and then she found a new obsession: little old me. I usually didn’t make a habit of taking up with my brother’s leftovers but Mary, she was a blast. We always had fun whenever we're together.”
“So what happened?”
“Well I wasn’t exactly the steady type of boyfriend, as you can imagine and that rather upset her. I always made it clear that I wasn’t in for anything serious but it went into one ear and straight out of the other. She saw us getting married in a church somewhere and having a bunch of kids. I saw myself passing out, after drinking my weight in larger, for the rest of the foreseeable future.”
“So you ended things.” Bonnie nodded, the pieces now forming together in her mind.
Kol squinted at her.
“Why are you asking me this? What exactly happened in that vision, love?”
Bonnie shut her eyes.
“She shot you,” she whispered.
“Who?”
She swallowed.
“Who shot me, Bonnie?”
“Mary,”
A silence stretched between them. Bonnie pressed her eyes shut tighter to stop the tear that threatened to escape.
“I guess-” she sniffled. “I guess your break up really hurt her... She just took out a gun and- and then it was over. She didn’t even say anything,”
When Kol still didn’t reply Bonnie stretched out an arm to comfort him.
Summary: Loosely based off of this prompt ➡ Imagine Person B working as a volunteer at the library for the summer, and they love to read. One day Person A is walking by the library and sees a super cute person in the library, who happens to be B. A walks in to flirt with them, before realising they’ve come to a place full of books, and they hate reading.
For @leianaberrie
There were few things short of a hurricane that could Kol Mikaelson out of bed - let alone get him to step foot out of his room - at 2:45 in the afternoon, in the beginning of the summer break. But an actually natural disaster hitting the state of Virginia would have been far more welcome than his sister barging into his room, disturbing a rather pleasant dream he was having; which involved him rescuing an early 2000’s era Halle Berry, riding a jet ski, wearing a tuxedo.
Needless to say, the look he gave Rebekah as her overpriced pumps crossed the threshold, could easily freeze over hell. Not that this seemed to bother or deter her at all.
“Get. Out. Bekah.” Kol practically snarled, head buried in a mass of sheets.
“Ah, how the tables have turned little brother. Usually, you're the one barging into my room unannounced; invading my personal space; doing my head in with your antics. How I love the summer break,” she purred in amusement.
After snaking his arm out of the covers to flip her the bird, Kol sunk further down into the sheets and willed himself to fall asleep again, so he could block out whatever drivel Rebekah was surely about to spout.
“I need a favour,”
There it is. He thought.
“Fat chance,” Kol scoffed.
Rebekah let out a disgruntled, unladylike huff and in an act of pure spite, she strode over to the bed and drew the sheets off of Kol’s body.
“Oi!?!”
“Do I have your attention now?” Rebekah asked, smiling sweetly at him.
“Get. Out.”
Ignoring him, Rebekah took a seat on the end of the bed and crossed one leg over the other.
“Do you remember that time you took Nik’s car out without permission and left that giant scratch on the side?”
Kol reluctantly forced his eyes open and shot Rebekah the filthiest look he could muster.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,”
“Oh, I think you do,”
Using on arm to prop himself up and the other the to rub the sleep from his eyes, Kol regarded his sister with a sceptical look.
“That’s a rather large hand to play sister. Are you sure you want to go there?”
Rebekah smiled.
“I’m certain. Don’t worry dear brother, I have plenty more tidbits for blackmail, ready at my disposal,”
“So do I Bekah and make no mistake, I’ll remember this. The only reason you’re getting your way this time is because Nik’s already angry enough at me for breaking the toaster,”
“I have library books due in,” Rebekah replied with ease, barely flinching at Kol’s threat. “Get them to the library before I’m fine, won’t you,”
“Is that it!?” Kol bolstered. “Can’t you get one of your innumerous boyfriends to do that for you instead,”
“I’m going into to town to do some shopping. The library’s in the other direction,”
“So!?”
“So, if you go now you’ll make it back before supper,”
Rebekah made a swift exit from the room, before the notion of strangling her could cross Kol’s mind. Then there was a loud thudding noise outside the door, which he assumed to be the books. Cursing the heavens and anyone who would listen that he wasn’t born an only child, Kol hauled himself out of bed and trudged in the direction of the shower.
Upon entering what was probably the oldest building Kol had ever seen in his life, the thought occurred to him that he’d never actually been to a public library or any library in general, of his own volition. Based on what he knew about, he had no real desire to step foot in one anyway. They were unnaturally quiet and therefore everyone expected you to be as well, and was filled (Kol assumed) with stuffy old people and speckled, glasses wearing, loners with nothing better to do and of course there was the abundance of dusty old books, everywhere and really that alone was enough to turn him off.
The place met his expectations well enough. There were less OAPs shuffling around than he originally imagined but there was large portion of pale-looking, no-mates, who looked as if they hadn’t seen the sun in days; as well as a small group of hipster types were gathered by the bean bags, all holding the same book, probably having some sort of pretentious debate on symbolism and character motifs; plus various other people scattered behind computer desks, firing off emails and listening to music.
The plan had been to got to the desk, drop off the library books (bar one just out of spite, to show Bekah he was nobody’s lackey) and go back home, to continue his regular routine of eating nothing but junk food, sleeping for hours and the occasional session of XBox live when he Jeremy’s sleep patterns happened to coincide.
Kol did double take as he approached the library reception area, all preconceived notions shattering when instead of an old, grey-haired woman, who wore smelt like mothballs; sat at the desk was a young, attractive, dark skinned woman, deeply engrossed in the novel she was reading. Staring at her, Kol felt an instant attraction. The non-creepy thing to do would have been to signal for her attention so that he could conduct his business and go. Instead, Kol chose to stand in front of the desk, gawking at her as if he’d lost the power of speech.
Silently, Kol observed how her delicate features changed in response to what she read. Her brow furrowing once she reached the end of a page. A small row of white teeth appearing, worrying her soft pink lower lip in anticipation, as she turned to the next. It was oddly mesmerising and not matter how much Kol willed himself to speak, move- something; he found he couldn’t.
A pair of startled green eyes suddenly met his, looking slightly mortified.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry,” she expressed, setting aside her book and giving him an apologetic, but dazzling smile. “I got a little too involved in this but well, I’m sure you know how it is,”
Kol frowned in confusion, following the woman’s eyes toward the pile of Rebekah’s theatre studies books that he’d rested on the desk. Snapping out of it, he shook himself from his daze and flashed her a confident smile; thanking his inherited Mikaelson genes for the blush that he managed to put on the woman’s pretty face.
“Ah yes, I completely relate. You won't meet a more avid reader,” he lied easily.
“Oh really!” The woman exclaimed, her eyes lighting up in excitement. “What are some of your favourites?”
Kol bit down on his lower lip, the colour draining from his face as he was caught in an outright lie.
“Uhh… Hemingway?” he offered, picking a name randomly from one of the many, paint dry authors that Elijah was always going on about.
“Oh really?” the brunette repeated, this time her tone slightly more cynical with a hint of amusement. “No offence, but you don’t strike me as the Hemingway type.”
“You still haven’t told me your name,” Kol pointed out, hoping the change of subject would distract her.
She gave him a knowing look and reopened her book.
“It’s Bonnie,”
“Bonnie,” he repeated, trying the name out on his tongue. “Fitting, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
Bonnie looked up at him, from beneath her eyelashes, clearly unimpressed.
“Is there something I can do for you Kol?”
He smirked.
“I’m just returning these,” he said gesturing to the pile of books.
“Huh, theatre studies.” Bonnie nodded picking up one of the books to scan it. “Makes sense, you seem to be quite the actor,” she deadpanned, causing Kol’s grin to widen.
Their eyes met for the briefest moments and Kol swore he heard Bonnie’s breath hitch ever so slightly. In a second, though, the moment was over and Bonnie dropped her gaze and went back to scanning in the books.
Kol lingered, content to just watch as Bonnie completed the otherwise mundane task.
“You’re all good know. You don’t have to stand there while I do this,” she insisted.
“Apologies love,” Kol said flirtatiously, tilting forward to lean on the desk. “I’m just thoroughly impressed with the customer service in here,”
Bonnie rolled her eyes at him.
“You don’t go to many libraries do you?”
“Not really but I have a feeling that’s about to change,”
A Month Later
“Excuse me,”
Bonnie looked up at the pile of books she was stamping to glare up at the person on the other side of the desk, instantly recognising their voice.
“Do you have this book in a ten?”
Bonnie narrowed her eyes and shot Kol a withering look. Despite her obvious ire the foolish grin plastered on his face didn’t waver.
“Kol,” Bonnie began through gritted teeth. “If you aren’t going to actually borrow a book, then do me a favour and get the hell out.”
Kol frowned and tutted.
“Now, now Bonnibel darling. It’s a public library. You’ve got no grounds to throw me out of here. Now if I was streaking through here naked-”
“Oh, my Gosh!” Bonnie hissed attracting the attention of her boss, Edna; a middle-aged woman in her fifties. She gave the pair a stern look and pressed her finger to her lips.
Kol had stopped by the library nearly every day for the past four weeks and Bonnie was close to tearing her hair out. At first, he’d show up and sit in one of the chairs and pretend to flip through a book of pull a battered looking newspaper out of his bag; all the while, not-so-secretly checking her out. He’d linger by the shelves while she was on stacking duty asking her nonsensical questions and flirt shamelessly. Bonnie had to conclude that Kol must have an awful lot of free time during the break because his favourite activity appeared to be showing up at the library and driving her crazy.
The worst part was that she couldn’t deny that she did feel attracted to him; she’d probably accepted if he’d just asked her out in the first place like a normal person. If anything, now, she was deliberately ignoring his advances out of pure spite.
“You are going to hell you know that,” she growled at him.
Kol’s eyes widened and he placed his hand on his chest in faux horror.
“You wound me, love,”
“I’d love to actually wound you, trust me. But my boss probably wouldn’t very happy with me if I did,” Bonnie muttered.
“Well, you’re on a break in ten minutes-”
“-It’s downright disturbing that you know that,”
“-So why don’t you join me, for a coffee and we can work on all that tension that’s clearly been building up inside you, from working in this stuffy old place,” Kol suggested.
“The only reason for any tension inside me; is you,” Bonnie replied irritably.
“Well then, by all means, allow me to relieve it,” Kol smirked, wiggling his thick eyebrows at her.
Bonnie felt her patience snap. Shutting her eyes, she slowly counted down from ten; she opened them again only to find Kol’s smug face still staring back at her.
“What’s it going to take for you to stop badgering me,” she demanded to lean over the counter and giving him a hard stare.
“It’s quite simple,” he beamed at her. “One hour of your time. One hour to convince you to spend another few in my company,”
Bonnie arched an eyebrow challengingly.
“One date?” she asked.
Kol nodded leaning forward in anticipation that it might just be his lucky day.
“Well, in that case, I’d have to go with… hell no,”
Bonnie tossed the hair off her shoulder and strutted confidently away from Kol as he snickered softly and murmured something about them all coming back eventually.
Yeah, Kol was hot, he didn’t know it yet but there was a sliver of a chance for him if he could show Bonnie that he was worth it. Damned if she didn’t make him work for it, though.
It's was a lazy afternoon. The kind that Bonnie wasn't accustomed to but found she enjoyed very much.
On this particular Saturday, she had the luxury of not having to drag herself out of bed and attend her classes; or do a shift at the charity store she worked at part time; or run and meet her father for their monthly brunch sessions (which were mandatory as she was very graciously letting him pay her rent). Instead, she was in bed, feeling the warmth of her boyfriend's broad chest pressed against her back.
Kol shifted slightly in his sleep and moved forward so that his arm draped further around her torso. burying his face in the crook of Bonnie's neck; the unshaven stubble tickling at her skin. At first, Bonnie felt slightly begrudging toward him. Kol very rarely had to endure the hellish experience of getting out of bed at the ass-crack of dawn; as his job as a freelance, computer software engineer, let him work pretty flexible hours. So on some occasions, he didn't even have to leave the house.
It was grossly unfair.
Bonnie couldn't help but shoot him a glare over her shoulder as Kol snored lightly against her skin. She shifted against him, trying to get free of his grasp so she could turn and face him. Unfortunately, Kol's weight on her made it impossible to do anything of the sort. Eventually, Bonnie nudged him with her shoulder and called gently called out his name hoping to rouse him from his slumber.
“Kol,” she sang softly, still pushing back on his chest. “Wake up,”
Instead of replying Kol let out a loud undignified snore against Bonnie's skin, making her recoil in disgust.
“Wake up jerk,” she murmured irritably, giving his leg a light kick with her own.
Kol woke with a start, blinking open his eyes disorientated.
“There are other ways; better ways to wake me up darling,” he grunted.
“You were snoring,” Bonnie complained turning and burying her face into his chest,”
“Apologies love,” he yawned, shifting closer to her.
Bonnie sighed contentedly, all complaints dying on her lips as Kol enveloped her in his arms and brushed a kiss against her forehead. He began tracing little circles against her skin with thumbs and slowly Bonnie found herself succumbing to sleep once again.
CHALLENGE: write a fanfic in five minutes and tag 5 other authors
Tagged by @fire-ismy-element. Sorry it took so long <3 This is a Kennett Harry Potter AU. Not even sorry.
Tagging: @arustykiss, @accidental-rambler, @she-walked-away, @itsnotacrimetoloveyou, and @honestgrins.
“Kol, it’s a trap!” Bonnie shouted, throwing herself behind a nearby table and shooting a silent stunner at the pack of hit wizards firing at them.
“Really, darling? I hadn’t noticed,” Kol snapped, throwing up a shield.
They’d been given a tip that a guy that sold illegal potion ingredients would be at the abandoned warehouse, and Bonnie had been looking for some powdered basilisk fang for a client.
She and Kol dealt in magical rarities and difficult-to-procure items, and this would have been a big sale. Unfortunately, it seemed that they were lured there for capture.
“This is not the time for snark.”
“On the contrary, I think it’s an excellent time,” Kol said, diving down next to her and holding up his wand to put a dome barrier around them. “Apparate, Bonnie.”
“What? I can’t leave you here.”
“Go. I’ll catch up. I promise.”
They both knew he was lying, that he couldn’t promise anything of the sort, but Bonnie bent to kiss him on the cheek before twisting in place, disappearing with a loud crack.
If he went to Azkaban, she’d go through hell to bring him back.
