PARS TEMPORIS /Party Time

Disclaimer: These characters are the creative property by the writers of The Vampire Diaries and CW. No copyright infringement is intended. Only the plot belongs to me.

Author: TLC

Rating: M/ High Teen

Word count: 973

Prompt: "If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?" (AU)

"This dress is uncomfortable," Bonnie muttered irritability under her breath while she tugged on the short hem of her black dress. It laced up at the front with silk the colour of white roses hitting the ridge of her breast bone and the hem of the dress hugged her figure to the middle of her thigh. She kept pulling on it though, trying to get the damn thing to stay down.

"And that is my fault… how?"

"You let me agree to stay in New Orleans for this thing; of course it's your fault. And I went commando for you! I'm not wearing underwear, and its freezing!"

Kol being the one to convince her to generate a light snow fall for the event. So of course it's his fault. He merely raised an eyebrow at her, a crooked little smile pulling up his lips. "I thought you said it was a good idea. Both of those things, in fact – especially the lack of knickers, love."

"At the time," Bonnie muttered grumpily, "it was. Now, though…"

Kol slid an arm around her shoulders, pulled her close enough that he could press his lips to her hair. He did it all the time; Bonnie thought perhaps he did to reassure himself that she was real, and then so was he. New Orleans became a safe haven from them both, for his family and from her friends and guilt. Kol finally accepted to follow his older brothers and sister, without Bonnie by his side though he would not have done so humbly. While Bonnie decided for once and for all to start living her life on her own terms and to leave behind Mystic Falls and the memories and pain that she carried around with her for so long. Bonnie went from witch to witch in order to find some information or a spell, anything to reverse her status of being the anchor to the other-side and to get her magic back. The Mikaelson family saved her, and soon enough Bonnie felt safe with the family, then with Kol. She'd finally started to live her life.

"Well," he said, "Klaus refused to let any witch but you in the ceremony. Paranoid bastard he is."

"He does know I'm still a novice compared to the town witches, right. I learn fast but I want to enjoy my magic, you know?" Bonnie grumped, and pulled her dress down again. Her shawl slipped down her shoulders, and trying to keep her dress in one place and puller shawl pack up took more hands that Bonnie had to spare.

"I know that, love," Kol snorted, and fixed her shawl for her. His fingers were warm against her skin, and for a moment Bonnie closed her eyes and leaned into the touch. "But a knowledgeable witch is nothing compared to a loyal witch."

"I'm not a dog, Kol." She snapped, tipping her head to glare at him outright. While she use to view being loyal as one of her more admirable traits now it feels like a trigger to her weakest and stupidest moments.

"I know, Bonnie. I simply mean you are trustworthy and we Mikaelson hold that above anything else." He cupped her face in his hands, leaning to press a firm kiss to her pouted lips, again and again till her expression softened.

"Do we really have to go to this thing?" She complained, shuffling closer until her forehead was against his chest. Right at this moment all she wanted was to drag him back to their bedroom till the next morning. "It's not like I'm performing the ceremony. Can't we stay home and get comfortable?"

"I think his Majesty would be very displeased," Kol snickered. "Let's do it."

Bonnie eyed him for a moment – he looked entirely innocent, probably too innocent in fact, because he only got that bright little gleam in his eyes when he was planning something dastardly. Or another bloody massacre.

Bonnie loved him absurdly, but then she knew he loved her obsessively.

"Just so you know, one wedding is too many. We should elope. Also, you are the worst influence," She sighed. "C'mon, we shouldn't be late."

Kol laughed, small but genuine. "If we got married, would I have to take your last name? Or could we just make up a new one?"

Bonnie frowned, confused at the abrupt change in conversation, "What's wrong with Mikaelson?"

"Too many memories, too much blood." He whispered against her forehead. "I want to be better than them. Besides Bennett, is a name worth bearing don't you think."

She grinned, proud and ridiculous. Bonnie wrapped her arms up around his shoulders pulling his mouth to hers, almost desperately, but Kol understood.

A smug little smile crossed his lips when they finally walked out of their home – small compared to where Niklaus dwelled but Bonnie just thrived in the small cottage they called their own.

"Frankly, I feel manipulated," Bonnie said thinking.

"My big brother may or may not have bribed me to talk you into coming," Kol agreed easily.

"I'm going to kill him," She quipped, smilingly, blissfully. "And then I'll run away with Rebekah, and we can get married to each other. I don't think she'd mind, we'd have pretty babies." Bonnie chuckled to herself.

"I'd be very sad, my love," Kol whined. Out of nowhere he then pulled her close, sliding his hands from her shoulders down to her hips, pressing the tips of his fingers to her ass. Smiling crookedly, he swept her into his arms and laughed as she yelled in surprise.

He was a bright flame in her night and Bonnie would always follow that light, anywhere and everywhere.

And so in his arms, they walked into the New Orleans quarter, to attend the wedding of the Hybrid King to his human wife.

Man, I suck, sorry guys. I need a proper AU to write about but i don't watch TO at all cause of Plec so if there was a specific scenario you had in mind let me know! Would you guys mind if i turned this into a Kennett/ Klonnie combo collection? There's been a recent inspo for Klonnie on tumblr and it's catching on. :)) 3