prompt: klaus dies and Caroline finds out and asks Bonnie to help her bring her back and they also resurrect Kol in the process, cuteness and double dates ensue
“Klaus is dead,”
Bonnie looked up at what she was doing to see her best friend standing in the doorway fiddling with the hem of her cardigan sleeve, looking at her expectantly.
“Again?” Bonnie questioned.
Caroline gave a short nod and turned her head to look out of the window instead of at Bonnie.
“Bonnie I wouldn’t usually ask-”
“Well, it has been a good 20 years since you’ve come to me for a favour. I’ll give you that.”
“You’re right, I’ll find someone else to-”
“-No don’t be silly,” Bonnie interjected with a sigh. “Sit down we’ll figure it out,”
“What happened this time?” Bonnie asked, dropping a pile of herbs into the pot between her legs the
Caroline glanced over at her tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I needed space. You know how it is. Things are amazing between us for a few years and then we start getting under each other's feet. I realized I hadn’t explored Fiji yet so I left to get some air,”
“Some air huh? Bonnie scoffed. “How’d Klaus take it?”
“Worse than usual,” Caroline said softly. “We didn’t leave things on good terms,”
Seeing Caroline’s forlorn expression Bonnie reached over and clasped her hand in her’s.
“I think I’m close. Don’t worry, when are any of Klaus’ deaths ever permanent, anyway?”
The half-joke brought a smile to Caroline’s face and she allowed shoulders to relax slightly.
“Did I forget to mention that part?” Caroline asked sheepishly, peeking at Bonnie from the corner of her eye as they stood over not one but two Mikaeslon desiccated siblings.
“You may have neglected to mention that I’d be resurrecting Kol at the same time as your weird part-time husband, yes.” Bonnie deadpanned.
“Well in all fairness we don’t actually know that yet,” Caroline pointed out. “When I found Klaus, I found him too, so they could be linked,”
“And the other siblings?”
“Rebekah and Elijah are fine. They’re chasing their own leads trying to fix this”
“Well let's hope I’m worth how much I’m charging you this time,” Bonnie quipped cracking her knuckles.
Caroline smiled and stood back.
“You realize I was joking right?” Bonnie asked Caroline, tentatively cutting into her steak. “Your friendship and eternal gratitude were enough for my services.”
“Nonsense Bonnie,” Klaus grinned in her direction and pushed the bottle of wine on the table forward.
“I couldn’t even begin to repay you for reuniting myself and Caroline and extracting myself and my brother from the cruel hands of death. This meal is the least we can do to thank you,”
“Besides, you’ve been avoiding me for nearly half a century now darling,” Kol purred, sliding his chair toward her’s. “Funny thing fate isn’t it?”
Bonnie glared across the table at Caroline who adamantly avoided her gaze.
Kennett + first kiss. Could be canon or AH. I JUST NEED THEM TO SMUSH FACES!!! It probably involves some sort of boosting device/furniture though lbr she's like a foot shorter than him
“You’re hanging that wrong,” came a smug voice from behind her.
Bonnie didn’t even bother to turn away from what she was doing to acknowledge them, hoping against hopes that said person would would take the hint and decide to go and irritate someone other than her. That was wishful thinking of course.
Kol never took the hint.
“Not that I should complain. Considering the view,”
Kol walked around the couch to appraise Bonnie’s current position, which was currently atop of Caroline’s step ladder - and yet still on her tiptoes - hanging Christmas decorations on the wall.
Twas the season and that meant all hands on deck. Rebekah and Caroline were each their own unique blend of neurotic and crazy as well as both possessing an unhealthy obsession with the holidays. Somehow, between them, they’d roped the entire Mikaelson clan - significant others and longsuffering friends included - into covering the entire Mikaelson mansion with tinsel and sparkes and all manner of unnecessary decorative items.
Bonnie wasn’t pro, compelling innocent people to do things against their will, or anything but Klaus had his weird hybrid army and the Mikaelson’s had compelled servants left, right and centre so the thought had crossed her mind why exactly she and everyone else was being forced into doing this.
Well, everyone, it seemed, except his royal highness Kol, apparently.
“Number one,” Bonnie grunted, attempting once again to get the tiny hook on the wreath onto the nail in the wall, and failing. “This is not a viewing gallery, and if it was the toll would be higher than you could afford, kindly keep your comments about my ass to yourself.”
Kol snorted and perched on the end of the other couch facing her.
“Two, instead of commenting on my technique, you could get up off your ass and help me out. Y’know? Actually be useful and do something other than irritate me,”
“I wasn’t aware I had such an effect on you darling,” Kol purred, rising from his seat and moving towards her.
“If what you’re describing is disgust, then yes,” Bonnie fired back.
“I’d be happy to steady the ladder for you if you are desperate for my help,” he smirked, coming closer his expression slightly predatory.
“Not that desperate,” Bonnie said quickly, whipping around to face him.
“What’s the matter love, frightened my good looks will be a distraction? Don’t worry, you can’t possibly make it any wonkier than it already is,”
Bonnie released an irritated sound before reaching around and grabbing the wreath, unceremoniously shoving it into Kol’s chest a second later.
“If you’re so clever then do it yourself,” she hissed.
“Admitting defeat?” Kol grinned grabbing hold of the other end.
“Please,” Bonnie said rolling her eyes and pulling it back toward her.
Kol without warning, yanked the wreath towards him again with such force that it sent Bonnie surging forward causing her herself to break the fall Kol’ shoulder’to avoid breaking her neck. Once she’caught her breath, Bonnie tensed suddenly noticing Kol’s his arm secured around her waist.
Their eyes met and before Bonnie could stop herself, her mouth was pressed against his. The time to talk herself out of it came and went when Kol began to reciprocate. The kiss far more gentle and downright intoxicating than Bonnie had anticipated, Bonnie slowly began to melt into it savouring the warmth of Kol’s mouth, allowing his tongue to slide against her lips and...
“Hey, Bonnie have you seen that box of-”
The two broke apart abruptly as Caroline shrieked, dropping the miniature Christmas tree in her hands in her shock.
“Caroline, it’s not- this isn’t..” Bonnie flailed attempted to explain herself.
Caroline stood rooted to the spot, gaping and looking back and forth between them.
“Bonnie and I were just getting into the Christmas spirit, Caroline.” Kol beamed, eliciting a loud groan from Bonnie who grabbed the wreath to hide her head in embarrassment.
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: 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/Robenzo (depending on my mood)
Newest Chapter: Bonnie and Kol go on a double date with Katherine and Elijah but the evening doesn’t go as smoothly as planned...
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.
