#kolenzo

[honestgrins]

KOLENZO ONLY ONE BED

And They Were Cellmates

Meet cutes can happen in so many places; a jail cell...probably isn’t one of them. And yet. “What are you in for?” Enzo raised a sardonic eyebrow. “It’s a drunk tank, how do you think?” “Being drunk isn’t really a crime, darling, merely what you do while drunk.” Though Caroline was doing her law student’s best to talk him out spending the night in campus security, she had made it perfectly clear that public intoxication was indeed a crime - though he could acknowledge it was the punch he threw at her ex-boyfriend that got him arrested.

When he explained as such to his new friend, the guy only looked at him with a new appreciation. “A scrapper, how fun.” His arms got a long leer, and Enzo wasn’t above a gratuitous flex or two, made all the more interesting by the crooked smirk of invitation. “Think you could take me?”

Before he could make lemonade out of that lemon, Caroline rushed back to see him. The cop only gave her a few minutes to explain that Stefan wasn’t pressing charges, but he’d have to stay the night and pay his ticket in the morning. She promised to buy him the best breakfast of his life and scold him over a spa package to wash the stink of the cell off him. Surprisingly enough, she was the one to recognize his companion. “Kol, right? Bekah and I were in the same sorority, I think we met at Homecoming once.” But she was quickly rushed off, and they were left to their own devices.

Rebekah Mikaelson gave them more than enough to chat about (lord knows she and Enzo had their run-ins) but they started nodding off on the uncomfortable bench they share. Though drooping eyes, they manage to land on their sides. With no prompting and somehow even less shame, Kol pulls Enzo’s arm over his waist to more comfortably spoon. “I don’t mind if your hands wander,” he flirted sleepily, “but you better invite me to that breakfast and give me the most glowing reviews.”

By the time they’re woken up the next morning, Enzo finds his face pressed into Kol’s back and their legs tangled together. He’s not sure how, but it wasn’t the worst night of sleep he’s ever had, and he can’t help watching the catlike stretch Kol gives when he sits up. “Morning, lover,” Kol winked, his charm no worse for the wear despite his obvious hangover. “I notice your hands didn’t wander.” Enzo just smirked, reaching out to pinch his ear. “Next time,” he promised, offering a hand up. “Breakfast?”

[thetourguidebarbie]

HI IT’S VERY SMOKEY OUTSIDE SO I’M MAKING COOKIES AND DRINKING ALCOHOL AND I JUST WATCHED MY VERY FIRST BAD CHRISTMAS MOVIE ON NETFLIX AND IT’S GLORIOUS WHERE HAVE THEY BEEN ALL MY LIFE

SEND ME EITHER MADE-FOR-TV MOVIE TITLE OR SUMMARY WITH A PAIRING I SHIP AND I WILL WRITE YOU A MINIDRABBLE BASED ON IT

[lynyrdwrites]

I propose that you demonstrate your commitment to pushing the LGBT Agenda™ by writing a Kolenzo drabble using one of the *lovely* bed-sharing starters you have on your blog. Are they in an established relationship, or is there Only One Bed?? YOU DECIDE LYNYRD.

I have clearly been slacking in my life’s work, so here’s ~600 words of domestic arguing over Kol’s siblings.

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Kolenzo + “You saythe scariest stuff in your sleep.”

              Enzosprawled in an overstuffed leather chair, a half full bottle of scotch danglingfrom his fingertips.

              He wasexhausted.

              And notin the fun, “Kol kept him up all night” way.

              AlthoughKol had been the one to keep himup.  It just hadn’t been fun.

              “Youlook terrible, Darling.” Enzo glared at Kol, who entered the room with a bouncein his step and a brilliant smile that promised trouble. Normally, he lovedthat smile and the wickedness it promised. But not today. “And here you evendragged me off to bed early.”

              “Yourbrother isn’t moving in with us,” Enzo said bluntly when Kol leaned down,probably to kiss him.  Whatever hisintentions had been, he reeled back in surprise at Enzo’s words.

              Normally,watching the usually suave and charming Kol Mikaelson windmill his arms as hetumbled onto the couch would be amusing. Today, Enzo just wanted to make sure  that he was clear about one single fact.

              Their relationship worked, because they keptKol’s family at a workable distance.

              Oh, they allowed visits, andmade visits of their own.  But Kol hadnever been caught up in the co-dependence of Always and Forever, and after watching Caroline have to deal with thatvow for decades, Enzo was grateful he didn’t.

              “Elijahthinks we’re  snobs,” Kol saidlightly.  “He’d never move in.”

              “It’snot Elijah I mean.”

              “Whereis this coming from, Lorenzo?” Kol asked, pushing himself up and watching Enzothrough narrowed eyes.

              “You…may talk in your sleep,” Enzo admitted.  “Andsometimes, you say the scariest things.”

              Like  - staywith us a bit, Nik. And while Kol had rolled over after the murmur, Enzohad been stuck staring at the roof in horror until, finally, the sun had begunto rise and he’d given up on sleep entirely.

              Kol letout a hoot of laughter that resulted in him landing on the floor.  His elbow hit the coffee table as he wentdown, and while he cursed violently, Enzo thought he rather deserved the pain.The wanker.

              “Yourbrother threatens to kill me every time we meet.  I think my concern is warranted.”

              “Onlybecause you flirt with the delicious little cheerleader he so loves to pantafter.  You like to live dangerously.”

              “It’sbeen decades, Kol – she’s not a cheerleader anymore.” Enzo bit back a curse,and scowled at the other man. “And you’re distracting me.”

              “I’mhardly distracting you.  Your worries aresimply too foolish to deserve acknowledgement.” Kol shoved himself to his feetand stole the scotch from Enzo’s hand, drinking straight from the bottle.  “I’m hardly about to invite my imbecile of abrother into our home.  He comes withchildhood trauma and daggers.”

              It wastrue, that Kol and Klaus just barely got along, and the worry that had been drivingEnzo since  Kol had muttered those wordsin sleep began to calm.

              “NowBekah-”

              “No,”Enzo said immediately.

              “Oh,Lorenzo, if you’re worried about your little affair with her, don’t.  I’m over it.” Kol’s expression turnedthoughtful.  “My sister may feeldifferently of course – she is thejealous type.  But I’m sure you canhandle her.”

              “No,Kol.”

              “But sheand Marcellus are on the outs again. You know the poor girl needs someone to dote-”

              “No.”

              Enzo wasentirely too exhausted to have this argument, but he refused to back down.

              (WhenRebekah arrived days later, he wondered if Klaus would mind if Enzo were theone to move in with him)

[dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg]

Kol, Enzo, and Lucien hcs?? (aka the cause all of klaus's headaches in one brot3)

LOL this is beautiful. I’ll see what I can do.

Okay, so my headcanon has always been that Kol and Enzo hit it off as soon as they meet.

Partly because Enzo as Caroline’s friend and metaphorical extra limb is a huge thorn in his side mostly because he never leaves Caroline’s and Klaus can’t exactly kill him, just vaguely threaten him when Caroline’s out of earshot.

Kol is gung-ho for any and all things that cause his brother grief and so the bromance is born.

Kol was never Lucien’s biggest fan. Back in the day before he was daggered, he didn’t trust Lucien all that much. But once he begins’s seeing Freya, Kol, like everyone else just sort of has to put up with him.

Enzo is on the fence about Lucien. 

He trust’s Kol’s judgement but he’s also the sort of person who likes to make his own choices based on his own experiences.

At first glance, Lucien seems like a smarmy prick. The type that gives 5-page essays on the type of Bourdieu in his hand instead of just... y’know, drinking it.

But as it happens, smarmy gits like Lucien have quite a bit of expensive wine at his disposal. So when he invites both Kol and Enzo for some booze - and blood, all at his expense. They agree if not with scepticism.

Lucien, as it turns out is a laugh (especially after a few units) he knows how to have a good time. Which suits both Kol and Enzo’s personalities perfectly.

They form what Caroline dubs as the wine and cheese club for degenerates.

They are of course a huge pain in Klaus’ ass.

But occasionally he can be talked into joining them.

[imaginationisagift]

Going about my day like normal when I suddenly remember how much I love Kol Mikaelson and I need to just take a break to get it together because oh my god my baby is a gift.

[honestgrins]

kolenzo + baseball

Kol swung for the fences, only to scowl at the sound of the ball hitting the backstop. “Throw straight!”

“You’re one to talk, love,” Enzo chided from the mound. “That’s not what you were wanting from me last night.”

Raising the bat in a mock salute, Kol bowed ever so slightly. “Touché, darling, but dirty talk won’t help me improve my average. Decent pitching will.”

But Enzo just waggled his eyebrows. “I thought you said no dirty talk.”

[honestgrins]

kolenzo + baristas au

Enzo squinted down at the name scribbled on the side of the cup. “Mary?”

The cafe was mostly empty, and only one customer was patiently waiting at the bar for his coffee. But he shook his head. “I’m Mervin, a hazelnut latte.”

Wincing, Enzo passed him the cup. “Sorry, mate, pretty sure this one’s yours. Our cashier is pretty, but his handwriting is shit.”

“I know you think that’s criticism, darling, but all I heard was that I’m pretty.”

[honestgrins]

Kolenzo + drag show or gay club

Kol’s Grindr hookup wants to pretend they’re actually dating and invites him to a drag show to prove how cool and funky he is despite the jock attitude. Bored and always game for a good club, Kol agrees and meets Tyler at the Midnight Lounge. He’s three martinis in when he decides to ditch the date, only for the emcee to welcome the Empress to the stage.

Dressed in gold and bling from head to fabulous stilettos, the Empress saunters up to a throne, fluffing out her voluminous train before sitting with regal primness. Then the beat drops, and her legs splay wide to reveal the large split in her skirt the tiny, gold shorts she wears underneath. She kicks up to the sky, and Kol finds himself captivated by the show of flexibility.

Abandoning Tyler at their table, Kol makes his way to the bar where a fetching blonde is working. He chats her up for info on the Empress and whether guests are welcome to meet her after the show. According to Caroline, she can bring the request to the Empress, one of her best friends. But she also knows he showed up on a date, which isn’t a great point in his favor. Kol just winks; he only wants an introduction to the impressive performer, nothing wrong with that.

She rolls her eyes, but heads to the dressing room on her break. Kol won’t admit to feeling anxious while he waits for her to return, his fingers tapping restlessly on the countertop while he waves away offers to buy him a drink. When Caroline does slide back behind the bar, she gives him an indulgent smile. “The Empress has retired for the evening. Enzo will be here any minute for his post-show beer, though.” Kol smiles, telling her to add it to his tab and a drink for her as well. “To thank you for your trouble,” he smirks. She pours beer from the tap and a shot of tequila before also filling a glass of water. Raising the shot glass in toast, she downs it before setting the beer and water at the seat next to Kol.

“Thanks, gorgeous.” A large hand accompanies the low accent, and it reaches for the water first. Kol turns to see a very pretty man smiling at the bartender as he drinks. Finishing the glass with a refreshed sigh, he picks up the beer next and finally faces him. “So, you’re the pretty boy who wants to meet me?” Enamored by the gold glitter stubbornly clinging to the shadow of his beard, Kol can’t help a lascivious smile. Oh, this Enzo might actually hold his attention for longer than his usual hookup. As they chatted, he caught Caroline watching them with a secret smile of her own, which made him think he wasn’t the only one more interested than expected.