Frenzied {BonKai Fan Fic Teaser}

Frenzied {BonKai Fan Fic Teaser}

All right, Bonkamily, I know it’s been a minute but I did say I was working on a one shot for you guys and this is the first part to it from Kai’s perspective, the second part will be from Bonnie’s and trust me, it won’t end the way it seems like it will. I really wanted to explore a regular-irregular/normal-not-normal argument between the two of them, like this is what it would look like when they have relationship arguments. It was fun to write, hopefully you’re excited for the entire one shot!

                                                    Part I

“Kai, stop walking.”    “No.”    “Stop walking now.”    He didn’t bother responding this time and continued hurtling through the hallway, down the stairs and out of the dormitory building. Bonnie was half a step behind him, almost but not quite keeping pace with his long, determined strides. Kai knew she was angry with him but he was angry too — furious. Or well he was panicked and hurt and that made him furious; she made him furious, undid him, laid him bare. It was maddening.    “Dammit, Kai.’    No answer.    “You know, I can make you stay here!”    Suddenly, he whirled around sharply so that he was looking at her dead in the eye, their faces only inches away from each other. “I’d like to see you try,” he said.    Bonnie glared at him but didn’t do or say anything.    Silence.    But their silences were never really silent; they were charged with unspoken aggression, with resentful desire … with wicked longing. Their silences were always loud with the imagery of them together, their bodies entwined and writhing, slicked with sweat and flushed with pleasure. Even now as Kai glowered at Bonnie, at how her face was contorted with defiance and rage, he itched to grab her to him, to feel her claw his back, to feel her teeth bite down mercilessly on his lower lip. He couldn’t help but picture his mouth on her, kissing her until she was breathless; his tongue running all over her skin, his fingers caressing her until she trembled, torturing her until she begged for more, for release, for God, for him.    That was it.    Kai closed the gap between them by thrusting his lips onto hers and pushing her indelicately against the brick wall of the dorm building. He held either side of her face, his body hard against hers, as he kissed her savagely; the remembered huskiness of her moans urged him to nip at her neck and collarbone, to thrust his pelvis into her as he slipped his hands beneath her shirt to graze and explore her bare stomach. Bonnie’s panting was quickened and harsh and she squeezed the nape of his neck, then she put her hands lower to his ass and pressed, encouraging him to push into her again. Yes. Hell yes. This was what he wanted, this was what consumed his thoughts all day, since this morning, since walking in on her and seeing … seeing …    Kai wrenched away from Bonnie and took a step back, his blood screaming, his body yearning to mould back into her, to overwhelm her, to possess her with a need for him. But he couldn’t let what he saw go. It tore him up inside. The memory of what he walked in on infected his mind like a virus and taunted him cruelly so that he shook with furious insecurity.    Only moments before, Kai had stood in the doorway and watched as Bonnie destroyed the entire dorm, shattering things with magic or else throwing objects against the wall so that they broke apart. She was frenzied, overwhelmed with anger; too emotional to control her power. Kai had seen her like this before, many times before; he’d seen her like this when they fought, when they fucked … when she tried to resist their pull, tried to resist him. Kai knew that he agitated Bonnie beyond reason, beyond comprehension, that he incensed her with hatred; hatred for all the pain he caused her, for the darkness he awakened in her, hatred that he livened her with passion, that she was tormented with want for him. But what he walked in on wasn’t about that, it wasn’t about him. Before he could even ask what was wrong, he heard her mutter frantically as she smashed and slammed and crushed.    “… done giving him chances, done being his friend … selfish ass! Why do we put up with it? Why do I put up with it? He’ll never change … should’ve killed him when I had the chance, probably should kill him now … How did I ever let myself be friends with Damon freaking Salvatore?”    That name. That fucking name. The reaction was instinctive and Kai yelled, punching a hole in the wall, making Bonnie turn to him.    “What did he do?”    “It’s none of your business, Kai.”    “Bonnie, what the hell did he do?”    “Nothing he hasn’t done a hundred times before!”     It was a mess in his head. Kai couldn’t stand it; seeing Bonnie respond so strongly to the actions of another man. It killed him, wrecked him completely. Her spite and her anger, it was supposed to be his, only his, it was supposed to be his connection to her, their bridge to each other; he could turn her hatred for him into hatred for what he made her feel, that he could gratify her, set her free from constraints. Kai wanted it all and he wanted it all to himself — her resentment, her fury … but now he was sharing it with Damon. Now what was his was theirs and how long would it be until Damon tried to transform that rage the way Kai did?  And what if he was able to? Kai swore loudly and swiftly ran his fingers through his hair.    There was something else too; a newfound irritation that terrorized him. Damon had hurt Bonnie. He’d caused her grief; he’d done something to upset her enough that she was raging in her room and seeing Bonnie in pain in turn caused Kai pain; it enraged him, compelled him to utterly destroy the reason for her suffering. The only person who could cause her anguish was him; Kai wouldn’t allow anyone else the opportunity. And that was when he’d left, when he started looking for Damon.    Bonnie yelled at him now. “Do not go after him.”    “I thought you wanted him dead,” said Kai sardonically.    “Obviously I didn’t mean it!”    “I don’t care. I wanted to do this for a long time.”    “I don’t need you to protect me. Or defend me!”    “You think I don’t know that? That isn’t what this is about!”    It was half true. Kai didn’t feel like arguing that point right now, it was bad enough that they were fighting about Damon’s well-being at all; her insistence that he leave the Salvatore alone only instilled in him a deeper need to tear him apart.    “So what,” said Bonnie. “You’re just using me as an excuse to kill?”    “You’re not an excuse.” Kai rubbed his forehead in frustration. “He has a hold on you. He has a hold on you and it’s driving me crazy!”    Bonnie looked bewildered and her expression alleviated Kai’s jealous worry. But only slightly. “He’s just my friend,” said Bonnie.    “Why? After everything he’s done to you—”    “I don’t know why!”    “Exactly!”    “I don’t know why I continue to see you after everything you’ve done to me either, Kai.”    He took an abrupt step forward and he saw Bonnie tense with resolve and wary anticipation as he drew closer to her. “Are you saying that you and him are the same thing as me and you?”    “No!” said Bonnie. “I’m not sleeping with Damon!”    “But you kissed!”    Bonnie yelled in frustration. “Once!” She shook her head. “You know what, no. I don’t have to justify myself to you.”    “And I don’t have to justify myself to you either.”    Bonnie slapped him hard against the face and his cheek stung terribly, it burned; he could taste blood in his mouth. “Like hell you don’t!” she said.    Kai stared at her and then turned away to start walking again. He didn’t feel her behind him like before but then — “I will never forgive you if you do this!”    He paused on the spot for a moment, turned around and walked back toward her and without hesitation pressed his lips against hers for a second time. His hand was on her throat beneath her chin and he kissed her with even more intensity than before, pouring in his hunger and taking everything he could from her; her exasperation and outrage, her thirst however repressed and finally he took her magic. His mouth opened hers, her tongue urgent against his, he used the contact to siphon shreds of power from her; it was a thrilling process, one that aroused and exhilarated, one that brought him even closer to her, one that allowed her to consume him and him to consume her at the same time. Just before he pulled away, he cast a silent spell and Bonnie was immobile, bound by invisible constraints and then he inched away from her. “You haven’t forgiven me for everything else that I’ve done what’s one more sin to the list?” He pulled back further. “Kai, no. No. Let me go! Let me go, now! Kai!” And then with a whisper of speed he was gone, Bonnie’s yells echoing in his ear, the taste of her on his tongue.

All those endless pauses and pained stares. So boring. She wants you to kiss her, too. The fact that you haven’t just done it already would be shocking if you weren’t, well, you.

Bodyguard AU Penelope/Schneider??

When I saw ‘bodyguard AU’ I immediately thought of Penelope being the badass, no-nonsense security detail for a rich guy’s son who she thinks is pampered and useless and self-centered, until it turns out she misread Schneider on every level. But when you add in the royal element, I completely want to go in the opposite direction. And it would be super fun to write!! So… 

Penelope x Schneider, bodyguard AU + royal AU Also on AO3.

Grand Duchess Lydia Riera came from a prominent Cuban family before she married her husband, the Grand Duke, and had their daughter Penelope.

Growing up in America instead of Cuba made Penelope a terrible princess in the eyes of her mother, less interested in functions and fashion and spending too much time in the public eye helping people. Not that there was anything wrong with philanthropy, of course, but some things just weren’t proper. 

And divorce, which the princess had gone through in a highly visible way, was most certainly one of those things. Lydia was glad to have her daughter back at their summer palace with her children, but the scandal Penelope left behind was a cloud that hovered over their every conversation.

It was into that picture that Schneider strolled, summoned by the Grand Duchess on recommendation from a prince he used to guard. She was charmed by the way he calmly detailed his qualifications, so unimposing while he offered her family perfect marksmanship and physical prowess.  

Schneider was brought onto the family’s security team, guarding each of them in turn, from the matriarch who liked to tell him stories of her childhood to the young prince who wanted to talk sports and games and really anything that wasn’t related to his royal heritage and responsibilities. Schneider felt bad for Alex, he would be going crazy in courtly lessons, too…so he snuck him contraband when he could and ignored Penelope’s glares.

The princess, in fact, was the hardest royal to win over. She didn’t want a bodyguard, she insisted she did not need a bodyguard–she took care of her family without any outside help just fine before they arrived, thank you very much. Schneider tried to stay in the background, giving her space to adjust, but Penelope used that to slip free during his shifts and roam the city in disguise. 

After his third retrieval of a frustrated and deeply stubborn princess from the world outside her family’s walls, he made Penelope a deal: allow him to accompany her for safety when she escapes, and Schneider would keep her absences a secret. 

Free from the world she never asked to be born into, where she had trouble breathing until she married and moved on, she let Schneider see who she really was, and opened herself up to knowing him better. Eventually their outings started to feel more like dates, and Princess Penelope Alvarez took joy in the fact that their relationship would drive her mother crazy: the only thing more scandalous than divorcing a proper match would be to marry a commoner.

When she mentioned this idly to Schneider one day, as they were planning the revelation of their relationship, he tilted his head and blinked at her, surprised. 

Then he pointed out that he never claimed to be a commoner–just a really good bodyguard. It was work he enjoyed, that made his family see him as a bit of a black sheep…all things Penelope knew. 

What she had somehow missed the memo on until they were already in love was the fact that he happened to be both a bodyguard and a prince, by way of his European mother. He just ran even faster and farther than Penelope did to escape for awhile.

“God, a prince. My mother’s going to be ecstatic,” Penelope groaned, as Schneider kissed the top of her head. 

“We’ll have kids and raise them in an apartment,” he offered her cheerfully. “She’ll hate that.”

send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

is this the place we used to love? is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of? 

Cory Matthews + the art of shipping