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backandimbamon · 4 years ago

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Plzz write Bamon + their baby :)

i’ve never written about this!!! ty for the prompt this was so fun to think about (: <33 ask + u shall receive!!

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Sometimes, Damon can’t believe it.

Life is a very funny thing, both haha funny and strange funny, and it’s moments like these where he sits and reflects on the doors that he’s opened, the doors he’s closed, the ones where he’s stayed a while, kicked off his shoes, grabbed some wine, and never ever left.

Bonnie is meeting him for movies and popcorn, their typical Sunday routine, only this is no ordinary Sunday because Friday, he broke up with Elena. Bonnie is supposedly emotional support though he keeps it to himself that he doesn’t need it. He will milk every ounce of affection he can out of his bestie if it means she’ll stay a while longer.

Just like that, everything that he fought hard for he decides to let go because despite the incredible sex and history Elena and Damon have… things still aren’t…right. With every obstacle out of the way, the house quieter, just the two in each other’s presence, it is loud that they will probably never mesh well.

Plus, even a few years after Stefan’s death, Damon notices the room in her heart for him shrinks in size and maybe it’s the fact that the only common ground they have now is Bonnie Bennett- everyone else is either dead or annoying enough that Damon refuses to discuss them, (Caroline, Matt, Jeremy,) they can’t talk about Stefan since his absence still hurts too much. And while Elena is a tad exhausted by only chatting about “his little witch,” Damon can go on and on for days.

Like word vomit, he’s all Bonnie this and Bonnie that in discussions to the point where he’s inwardly cringing at himself but he just can’t stop.

“You know she was my best friend first,” Elena says to him one day after he fusses about Bonnie not answering her phone within the first three rings. There’s a strange look in her expression that perturbs Damon- of course he knows that. Of course.

“Yeah, yeah, but I could’ve been dying over here. I could’ve already been dead. You know she doesn’t have anything to live for if I’m not around,” he jokes snidely.

Elena is folding clothes in the laundry room, she doesn’t laugh or look at him, just continues bending dried garments into a convenient, placeable stack.

Tough crowd.

….

“You ever thought about… I don’t know…? Dating?” Alaric says this, a glass of golden whiskey to his mouth before he knocks it back down his throat and the only thing that’s left is the large, sparkling ice cube. When he slaps the glass down, the ice klinks characteristically. It’s been perhaps a month or two since Damon and Elena’s split.

“Me and Judgey? Are you insane? That’s my-“

“Best friend. Yeah. Everyone’s aware.”

Damon’s brows knot up in confusion, and his eyes hold an expression of disbelief.

“It’s Bonnie,” He says, blue eyes twinkling with an almost believable mirth like he thinks it’s a joke that Alaric would even ask.

“It is.” He confirms.

A minute passes of Damon rubbing the back of his neck, Ric staring aimlessly at his empty glass before he speaks up again.

“So you haven’t… you know…”

“What?” Damon makes a hand gesture of the obviously forbidden word before shaking his head vehemently. “Of course not.”

“Oh, I know that. I was going to ask if you’ve ever…thought about it?”

Bonnie? With her legs wrapped around his waist as he makes every inch of his dick disappear into her hot and gushy anatomy? So deep inside her that their hips touch?

He clears his throat.

“Of course not.” Damon repeats.

….

It’s a momentary lapse of judgement-the kiss- and when she doesn’t reciprocate or move at all, really, the awkwardness is a brick that sinks in the bottom of his stomach.

Leaf green eyes and a beating heart too panicky to be calm but she just brushes it all away like eraser marks on a timed essay.

Damon never imagines rejection to be so simple that he can just pretend that it never happened. He takes the exit and sits back in friend zone where he’s always belonged.

Things are kinda sorta normal for a week.

….

“Truth or dare?” Bonnie suggests that they play it and on queue, Damon throws out sexual innuendo in an insert-line-here-fashion. She cringes, rolls her eyes, tries not to laugh.

Normal.

But then she dares him to kiss her again and things are so far from normal that somehow they end up in bed together, completely naked, and completely wild.

And God, Bonnie begs, pleads, when she’s under Damon but when she gets on top, it’s him that’s asking for permission.

“Fuck, Bon,” he mumbles before leaving a long stream of cursive inside of her.

Their eyes are crystallized, perhaps it’s the moonlight.

….

He shouldn’t feel this betrayed when he hears it, the second heartbeat, but something inside of him snaps.

“Found another best friend?” Damon asks, they haven’t had sex since that wonderful, miraculous night a little over one month ago but the sexual tension between them is as taut as a rubber-band.

She laughs, not noticing the pain in his tone. “With what time?”

It’s a solid question. He’s had Bonnie to himself practically every evening, her stuff is vicariously thrown around the house; she’s in all the rooms at once.

But there’s undeniably an extra heartbeat, he hears it with each pause, each breath she takes, the incessant thump.

“Um,” Damon’s tumbler slips out of his grasp and crashes to the floor.

Bonnie backs away from the mess.

“Um?”

….

Pregnant Bonnie is his favorite Bonnie, from her cravings, to her glow, to her new abundance of cleavage. The two of them can’t stop thinking how this could be, how their lives keep getting stranger and stranger, how nature keeps being redefined, and the rules keep bending and breaking.

Her new favorite things are chocolate chip cookies with salty chips baked in, chocolate-and honey-covered strawberries, spicy sausages, pickle juice.

His hands find their new home in rubbing Bon’s baby bump until she drifts off into a nap.

When her breathing gets heavier indicating she’s in a deep sleep he says into her hair, “You should marry me.”

And he means it.

….

Luna Bennett-Salvatore arrives with soft brown skin and Heterochromia iridum: one ice blue eye and one leaf green one.

Damon nicknames her Bam since Bonnie decides to scrap his name suggestion altogether.

“Bamon! It’s our names combined,”

“No.”

“But what if-“

“No.”

And Luna aka Bam grows very fast. She smiles a lot. Babbles a lot. To Bonnie’s dismay, she says “dada” first.

“Look at Daddy’s Girl,” he says, holding his princess high in the air. “You know what, Bam, I better not say that too loud. Mommy was Daddy’s Girl before you.”

“Oh my God,” Bonnie mumbles, hiding her smile.

She likes to fall asleep with her little arms hugging Bonnie’s neck, the side of her face pressed against hers.

“Don’t be jealous,” Bonnie says when Damon crosses his arms.

“Jealous?” He tsks. “I can do that too,” He bundles Bonnie and Luna up in his arms. “you should marry me,” he says into her hair.

And he means it.

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cupcakemolotov · 4 years ago

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Wild Hunt

I think I promised @goldcaught a Klaroline Fae fic years ago. This one has been in the works for a while, let's not talk dates, but 2020 definitely slowed production down. I promise, the second half will not sit languishing in my WIP for too long! The biggest, most heartfelt thank you to Kiry, who has been both a cheerleader and a kick in the pants as needed to get this thing on track to being finished. Kiry doesn't sleep, but I can't complain too much, since they have kindly listened to me complain until the wee hours of the morning. (And also my girl @klarolinedrabbles who saw a super early version of this and was kind enough to be encouraging.)

Edit; And I failed to tag @kirythestitchwitch directly, but you know, today was a trip.

A couple of notes to avoid confusion:

Fae: A word used in this fic to generally reference a type of European mythological beings. Sean O'Connell: Cami O'Connell's Twin.

Synopsis: Killing Tyler Lockwood starts a chain of events that put Caroline exactly where she's always dreaded and longed to be: in the arms of Klaus Mikaelson.

Warnings: Alternate Universe; Alternate Universe - FaeAlternate; Universe - Soulmates; Fae!Caroline; hybrid!Klaus; Minor Character Death; Blood and Gore; Mild Gore; Implied/Referenced; Torture; Psychological Torture; Canon-Typical Violence; Compulsion; Blood and Injury; Blood Drinking

Hand pressed tightly against her side, Caroline took several careful breaths, her lungs burning and her pulse a steady thump in her ears. Her senses were hyper alert, magic straining to catch the faintest hint of a disturbance. All around her, humans slept soft and cozy in their beds, and the night had gone quite. As the silence continued to hold, she allowed herself to relax, letting the cold of the concrete at her spine cool her flushed and fever warm skin. For the moment, she was safe.

Reaching up, she rubbed her breastbone, lips curling into a small, pleased smile at the burn. Her father was angry. If she survived the night, that alone would make the pain of her injury worth it. Thankfully, the knife wound felt like it had finally stopped seeping, and her glamour would hide the blood. It was the iron poison that was going to cause her complications. The black spider web crawling up the line of her ribcage hadn’t made it close to her heart, she was her mother’s daughter too, but it weakened her all the same.

It left her in a magical disadvantage.

Grimacing as her phone buzzed silently in her pocket, she pressed a little further into the concrete behind her and looked around. There was nothing to suggest her cousins had been able to track her, though that was just a matter of time. Thankfully, even suffering from iron, she had enough control of her magic to hide the glow from her phone, though she didn’t quite dare to risk more.

Not yet.

Pulling it free from her pocket, she winced at the number of missed calls and quickly scanned the texts that had accumulated.

Bonnie (12:45 AM): Hello???

Bonnie (12:46 AM): You’re not dead.

Bonnie (12:46): Are you ignoring me?

Bonnie (1:10 AM): I swear, I’ll put Enzo on a plane. With the time differences, he’ll be there before dawn.

Bonnie (1:10 AM): Then you’ll have to listen to him complain about airplane food while he tries to kill people.

Bonnie (1:11 AM): I might do it anyway. I could use the alone time.

Wincing, because Bonnie Bennett did not bluff, she hurriedly tapped out a response.

Caroline (1:11 AM): I’m alive.

Bonnie (1:11 AM): What happened?

Caroline (1:11 AM): It was a trap.

Bonnie (1:11 AM): How bad?

Caroline: (1:12 AM): I’ve mostly stopped bleeding and Tyler is dead.

Very dead. She’d made sure of it. There was a lot someone like her father would do with a dead body, so she’d made a point to separate his head from his body so he couldn’t be resurrected. Baba Yaga spells were rare and costly, but if anyone could get their hands on one, it would be her father. It was why she’d then dumped her stash of holy water on the body and then carefully dusted him in iron shavings, rendering his body and his blood unusable.

The little dots below her conversation on her messenger app popped up and died several times, and Caroline closed her eyes, letting her head fall back as she waited for Bonnie’s response. She’d know that coming to Chicago was a risk, for a number of reasons, but even at her most pessimistic she wasn’t sure she could have guessed just what she’d find here.

What could possibly have led Tyler to be so desperate that he would trust her father? Tyler, who was one of the few people who knew the truth of her origin, who had hugged her when she’d said goodbye and told her he would always care about her. Tyler, whose blood she now wore beneath her nails, who had stabbed her with an iron knife and who had died with hate in eyes.

Her phone buzzed and she glanced down.

Bonnie (1:13 AM): Klaus is in Chicago.

Caroline stared at her phone, surprise and a shot of adrenaline leaving her momentarily breathless. Klaus. Here. In Chicago. The city where Bill had set up his most recent plots, where Tyler had attempted to betray everything that had once made him a good man. Sliding her teeth along her lip, she very carefully typed her reply, her fingers shaking.

Caroline (1:14 AM): You said he was in London for the next month. What changed?

Bonnie (1:15AM): I don’t know.

Bonnie (1:16 AM): Do you need an exit?

Bonnie (1:16 AM): He owes me.

Caroline was shaking her head even before she started typing. Being anywhere near Klaus was a terrible idea, and Bonnie knew that. That her friend would never make the offer unless she thought it necessary left dread sitting low in her stomach.

Caroline (1:16 AM): What’s got you spooked?

Bonnie (1:17 AM): Someone is blocking my scrying spells.

Caroline (1:17 AM): Bill?

Bonnie (1:17 AM): If we’re lucky. We both know what it means if we’re not.

Caroline’s fingers tightened on her phone case, her pulse loud in her ears. Bonnie was right. Very, very few things blocked her from seeing what she wanted to see. Bill could do it thanks to the blood bind but it wasn’t easy, and he never managed it for long periods of time. Grams probably could have done it. But the list of powerful witches who remained alive in the United States after the purging of New Orleans was short.

There was only one reason Bill would use the blood connection between them to block out any outside magic from interfering tonight. She hadn’t just pissed her father off, she’d actively disrupted his plans, and thanks to Bonnie’s magical brilliance, he couldn’t track her easily. But there was another way to drag her to a Fairy Court, and she would have to move very quickly to avoid it.

Baring her teeth in a mimicry of a smile, she gave herself a moment to feel a sharp burst of satisfaction. She had a list on her phone of her father’s potential means of retaliation, and Wild Hunt was right there at the top as the worst possible outcome, but it also meant Tyler must have been far more integral to his plans than she’d guessed. Even knowing that her chances of survival had just taken a serious dip, it did little to dim her pleasure. If she was very, very lucky her father’s precious Queen would feel the need to take out his failure on him directly.

A girl could hope.If she survived the night, she was going to find a fancy bottle of wine and pick up a cupcake. Maybe two cupcakes. She deserved the mini-celebration.

Caroline (1:20AM): I spotted half a dozen of my cousins tonight. I don’t know who holds their allegiance but it probably won’t matter. If Bill is super pissed, he’ll call them all.

Bonnie (1:21 AM): Fuck.

Bonnie (1:21 AM): If it goes bad, don’t be an idiot. Use Klaus.

Caroline (1:21 AM): No.

Caroline (1:22 AM): Favor or not, I killed his hybrid. He doesn’t strike me as forgiving.

Bonnie (1:22 AM): He’s not.

Bonnie (1:23 AM): You don’t have to tell him.

Caroline (1:23 AM): Uh huh. I’ll call you when I’m safe. 🤦😘❤️🏃

Shoving her phone back into her pocket, Caroline exhaled slowly at the bite that was her warning that her magic was nearly tapped dry. Giving herself another half-a-dozen heart beats to celebrate her first major victory, she turned her mind to her problem at hand.

Bonnie had good reason to be worried. It had been almost thirty years since the Queens had summoned a wild hunt to drag one of the half-Fae home for punishment. Bill had made a point to tell her in great details the torture that had awaited her cousin, the way the Queen had plucked his body and his mind apart for his treachery.

Caroline doubted she had become enough of a problem that the Queens would send the hunt, which meant that Bill would be expending a great deal of power to collect her. Her lips twisted, finger tapping silently against the side of her phone. Fae magic was powerful, and so was her father, but it could be circumvented. She needed to concentrate on that, put together her plan.

Pissing her father off twice in one night would normally be her highest priority, but instead what she wanted to think about was the message Bonnie had given her.

Klaus Mikaelson was in Chicago.

Anticipation was a tantalizing thrill in her veins. She’d hoped the truth of New Orleans would have helped her grow out of her strange obsession. Instead, it left her wanting to know more. It was a struggle, when all she had to do was text Bonnie and ask for a location. She could then finally indulge in the bone deep curiosity that had been part of her life for as long as she could remember. Maybe figure out the cause of her obsession with a monster she’d never met.

She might’ve, if only doing so tonight wouldn’t put everyone she cared about in danger.

Caroline slid her lip between her teeth, letting the small hurt ground her. If she thought her father hated her enough to call down a Wild Hunt now, exposing the Fae’s secrets to Klaus would make his rage burn even more bitterly. She’d honestly have done it years ago out of spite if such a move would only put her in the crosshairs of the courts, but it wouldn’t.

Bonnie and Enzo would also be marked.

The High Courts currently considered her rebellion to be a family matter, though one Bill was unable to control adequately. She could not risk a Queen deciding she was her enemy in truth, not yet. Not when she was so close to figuring out how to banish her father permanently to the otherside of the Veil.

She’d be thrilled to just killing him, but she long since accepted that might not be possible. Tyler had been right, when he’d called her a monster. When he’d called all of them monsters. He just hadn’t understood that for all of the terrible things in this world that there were worse fate’s hidden behind the veil in between the worlds, horrors lovingly encouraged in Underhill that could break a human mind merely with their existence.

Earth had pushed the Fae back with their iron and religion all those years ago, had sealed the veil with witch magic, and humanity considered themselves victorious. But the truth was all they had done was defer the fight for the territory the Fae claimed as theirs to own to a different day.

The Fae hadn’t forgotten humanity nor had they forgiven them for their defeat. Banished behind magic, the Fae watched and watched and hungered. They had waited for the time that they had truly passed into myth, until the world forgot how to defeat them with a dangerous patience. But the nature of the Fae was as capricious as it was violent, and not all agreed on waiting.

Some had altered their plans and plotted a different course of action.

The Great Experiment.

Caroline supposed she should be grateful for that impatience, it was the reason for her existence, but all she could muster just then was a familiar anger. For six hundred years, members of the High Courts had mingled their blood among humans, hoping to breed children with resistance to both iron and the religion, the tools that had locked them away from the world that had once been theirs. And their plan had produced some success, though not always how they had hoped.

She was one such success.

Elizabeth Forbes had never been comfortable with her half-Fae child, but she’d also refused to abandon her to a world filled with monsters. Instead, she’d taught her daughter the good and the bad of humanity, had shown her the world as it was and what it could be. Her father saw her as a tool, a means to an end. Her mother’s love had been gruff and uneasy, but she’d tried.

She would never, ever forget that.

Or forgive Bill for her death.

Caroline had defied her father and his magic, had pitted herself against his will as she vowed vengeance for killing the one thing she’d ever claimed as her own. Her mother.

Hunting Bill required care and a meticulous eye for detail, and a particular stubbornness she had in spades. His magic was more powerful than hers, but he had always underestimated his only child by Liz, brushed her off as not powerful or clever enough for his schemes. It’s been a deliberate decision of hers to hide what she was capable of, hoping that such a ploy would save her mother. Now, she used her magic against him with the same ruthlessness he had taught her as a child.

But she was just one half-breed among hundreds, and so she’d learned to be careful. She wasn’t even the most powerful of those born on this side of the veil and underhanded ambush tactics had always served her better than brute force. A disruption there, a few dozen murder’s here. Just enough to skew her father’s chessboard while she worked to uncover the truth of his plotting. The fewer of her cousins who were able to carry out the will of her father and his fellow full blooded Fae’s plots, the safer humanity was from a terrible strike.

But she couldn’t kill them all, though she’d certainly tried. Her family did not die easily, and magic lingered in places of terrible violence like fingerprints. Each kill was a risk that could lead to her death. Over the years, it’s become clear that if she wanted to destroy her fathers plots, she couldn’t do it alone. The tie that connected them, the thread that burned so clearly now in her chest with her father’s rage, meant that she’d never be truly safe from him. Blood ties were not easily broken.

But Caroline knew witches, so she’d returned home, to the place where the only people she trusted still lived. Tyler had already been gone by then, lost in his need for vengeance, but Bonnie had been there, lingering in the ashes of conquest almost as if she’d been waiting.

It was then that Caroline had learned that humanity's greatest monster had become its potential savior. That the true potential of Ester’s terrible offspring had finally been unlocked. Klaus Mikaelson had broken his curse.

Her fingers curled into her palms, the strange, bone-deep curiosity that ground her joints together every time she thought of his name a familiar sensation. Klaus had broken his strange Sun and Moon curse in the forest she knew so well, had cut a bloody path through everyone who tried to oppose him, and laid the foundations for the army of hybrids he was determined to build. His perfect army that feared neither sun nor death and were unnaturally loyal.

Hybrids that Bonnie had helped create.

Her best friend rarely spoke of the events that led to the creation of the hybrids, refusing to give Caroline even the smallest detail of how a hybrid was made. Even tucked away in her home in Maine twenty years later, hidden by both Fae and witch magic. Caroline might not have the hows involved, but she knew the whys.

It all circled back to Bill.

Liz hadn’t been the only causality of her father’s hunger for power, just the first in their small town. Murdering Sheila Bennett had been a mistake in that it had set Bonnie against Bill, but it fit the pattern Caroline was starting to see in her father’s plans. Liz had been human, but one whose family had been deeply entrenched in the supernatural for generations. Sheila Bennett had been powerful, but she’d been born of the witch line that had created the Otherside. Gram’s had made sure her death had cost Bill, but it hadn’t been enough to stop his plans as Tyler’s presence tonight had proven.

Sometimes, Caroline wondered why Bonnie didn’t hate her. Bill was a scourge that returned time and time again, because her blood allowed it. Maybe if she’d been stronger they’d have been able to protect their families. But what she couldn’t protect, she could avenge.

Bonnie had agreed to help. Had been working on her own plans for years. The first real foothold into Bill’s master plan had been with the Augustine Society. Bonnie had been watching them for months before Caroline’s return, humans who had relentlessly experimented on vampires. They’d staged a rescue for the vampire that had been imprisoned, and it had been Enzo who had known of Tyler.

Tyler who had been the first of Klaus’ successful hybrids, whose loyalty was a shaky thing despite whatever magic bound him to his maker. Her childhood sweetheart who yearned for freedom from the yolk he had chosen. It’d taken months to go through the society’s notes they’d managed to save, to dig into the texts they had been experimenting with.

They’d known so much but understood so little.

But one thing had become crystal clear.

Bill was trying to bring down the Veil. Not unexpected, as most of the Fae worked to destroy it. But Bill also worked to understand what had led to the banishment of the Fae, so he could break it better.

It had been humans, werewolves and witches who had originally created the veil, blocking the Fae Lords from returning in great numbers after their banishment, forcing them to squeeze through cracks when the veil between worlds was thin or use now defunct gates. When iron had slowly lost its grip on the world, they might have managed more but for Qetsiyah.

Bonnie’s ancestor had been clever. When she’d bound the otherside, trapping Amara in stone and Silas forever out of her reach, she’d sunk the power of those souls into the Veil between humanity and the Fae, creating a second anchor. An additional failsafe to guarantee that no Supernatural would be so foolish as to undo her work.

Witch. Vampire. Werewolf. Hybrid. When they died, they were shuffled into Qetsiyah’s chosen afterlife, and their souls protected humanity. Humans were spared that fate, but their very existence acted a detriment to the Fae, as it was humanity who embraced iron.

The fastest way to destroy the Veil would be to free Silas. For a while, she and Bonnie had worried that he would succeed. But no one knew where Qetsiyah had hidden Silas’ body, and for all of her father’s attempts to restart Silas’ little cult, he’d always failed. The last real surge in members had ended when they’d been slaughtered, setting her father back decades.

The only other way to destroy what Qetsiyah had put into place would be to destroy the Veil at the root. And while no one understood the magic that had cast out the Fae so many years ago, her father didn’t need to understand the magic of the Veil to break it. He just needed dominion over it. But that was no easy task. Humans and witches could be bribed or fooled. Werewolves hovered at the brink of extinction. But the children of Esther, the hybrids that now walked the earth, defied every master but one. And so her father gathered his pieces and worked to subjugate Klaus’ creations in secret.

Caroline had tried to save Tyler.

She’d tried to talk him out of the part that Bill needed him to play. He’d refused. And the betrayal had burned like acid in her gut.

It had been Tyler, who had helped her dig Elizabeth Forbes’ grave. Her friend who had given her his gloves when her palms started to bleed, had said nothing when her tears had made her clumsy. It had been Tyler who sat with her and Bonnie, listening as Grams told them of the dangers in the world after Caroline had announced she was leaving. But her friend had died long before Caroline had killed him.

She shivered in the wind.

She knew Klaus played his part in that. It was impossible not to. It had been because of Tyler that she’d ended up in New Orleans, after all. The whispers of the destruction of the city, of how entire witch lines had been lost to madness and death had not adequately captured the horror of it. She’d seen what Klaus had left behind: werewolf packs left in ruin, the survivors turned and bound to his will. Broken witches and terror ridden vampires.

But rarely death. Klaus was not so kind to let his true enemies escape him in such a way. Instead, his wake left behind living ghosts. At least in this, she had done her best by her old friend. Whatever had driven him, whatever horror he had witnessed that had turned him so fully against her, she hoped he could find peace from it now.

She wasn’t so sure she’d be so lucky. Klaus was a spector in her life that she didn’t know if she could escape. And tonight, she’d killed his first hybrid. She grimaced. Klaus would not take to that news kindly. Best if she was long gone when he learned of it.

She wondered if she could manage it. She already felt the pull in her chest, the need to see, to touch, burning through her. It has always been like this. When Grams had first mentioned his name all those years ago, she’d felt the smallest of pulls, a jolt of curiosity. A tug she couldn’t explain. And everytime she thought his name, every time she heard another whisper of the night terrors he created, the tug to search him out grew stronger.

She’d deliberately chosen to look for those horrors once, hoping the truth of his nature would terrify her into running away. Instead, the monster that she had cultivated since she was seventeen and covered in her mother’s blood had approved. The more she learned, the more she wanted to know.

It was why she’d helped Bonnie disappear. Whatever happened between her and Klaus, she was determined to protect her friends from the fall out of it. But she was not the only Fae who hunted for information about Klaus, and Bonnie Bennet had helped create his hybrids.

Her people would destroy Bonnie, if they learned that truth. That a witch from Qetsiyah’s line had once again worked great magic against them would light the fires of their impotent rage for a long, long time. As long as Klaus and his hybrids roamed the earth, it made their chances of winning a war that much harder.

Fae magic was powerful, but given forced limitations by the rules they had to follow. Klaus and his creations were bound by no such things. And they were swallowing the world.

It had been nearly five years since the first hint of a hybrid returning to the US since New Orleans had raced through the Supernatural community. Over the decades, the US communities had watched from a distance as Klaus had bent Europe to his will, his creations breaking across city after city like a wave, choking out any dissent in their paths.

London, Paris, Milan. They all fell at Klaus’ feet with little more than a whimper.

The first real sign of his return had been when he turned New Orleans into a witches' graveyard, and then his gaze had turned to Chicago. Her father was no fool, he had to have known that Klaus had made this city the seat of his power in the States. Bill was far too cunning to risk catching Klaus’ attention unless he had a plan, and not knowing the exact details of what that plan was worried her.

Though she could guess part of it.

A sharp whistle cut through the air, and Caroline’s gaze cut along the rigid angles and sharply jutting corners of the builders around her, but she maintained her hiding place. She had no intention of being flushed out of cover like a bird they intended to net but she needed to come up with a plan.

Glancing at her watch, she grimaced.

It was nearly two in the morning.

If her father had chosen to call a Wild Hunt, she had roughly sixty minutes until the witching hour of three A.M. struck, and the Hunt was let loose. The blood tie to her father might have eroded to the point that he could no longer use it to force her obedience, but they had never managed to break it entirely. Fae magic was tricky. Blood ties more so. Instead, Bonnie had done her best to cloud it, to thin the connection to a single, potent thread.

A Wild Hunt would cut through the witch magic hiding her and return her to her father. Caroline was certain the only reason Bill hadn’t tried to do such a thing before was because of the cost. Calling a Hunt took a great deal of personal power. She would only have one shot of slipping away, and the risk of being caught by her father’s soldiers was dangerously high.

Klaus was in Chicago.

Her fingers clenched, and Caroline put her phone away. She wouldn’t risk Bonnie or Enzo by going to Klaus, not yet. Not with Tyler’s blood fresh on her hands. But that didn’t mean she still couldn’t use his presence in the city to her advantage. In a game of half-breeds, it always came down to who was the better gambler.

Supernatural cities always had seedy vampire nightclubs and supernatural friendly bars littered throughout. When Klaus had taken over Chicago, he had commandeered several for his own use. But there was one club in particular that she’d pinned down as potentially being part of his stomping grounds; the number of bodies that were secretly removed from the club gave credence to her theory, though she supposed it could just be a place that attracted excess stupidity.

If she was going to have a chance tonight, she needed to go into that club and stay just long enough to let the scent of mingling supernaturals hide her trail so she could slip away undetected and find a place she could hide from the magic seeking her. If she was lucky, Klaus’ potential presence would act as a deterrent.

It was a risk.

Not only because she needed to keep her own blood-lust in check, but because she had never before let herself venture close enough to Klaus to risk catching a single glimpse of him. She was magically exhausted and wounded, the slow crawl of thirst thick in her throat, and her bones ached with the insistent need that made no logical sense.

She would have to be so very careful. Still, for now, her glamour was holding. Setting her teeth, Caroline turned and headed to the heartbeat of the city. Tonight, she’d find a way to live and tomorrow she’d call Bonnie and they’d work out a plan for her to escape. And she’d have to do it without indulging in a curiosity that had no name but was a pulse in her blood.

The rest is here: A03

(I’ll add the link to FFN once I get it posted.)

#my fic #klaroline #klaroline fanfic

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lalainajanes · 4 years ago

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17 + 43 for the prompts!! so happy to see that you're accepting prompts

Okay, these are from a list I reblogged awhile back thinking writing would be done (but then 2020 decided do continue to be 2020 - aka a series of awful awfulness). I’ve missed writing and I’m getting back into the habit so I decided to finish up a short-ish thing that was already in progress.

#17 was meeting at a party whilst drunk au and #43 was falling in love with their best friend’s partner au. But I didn’t get to drunk and I’m cheating a little bit with the definition of partner – my brain is an angst free zone these days!

That Perfect Stranger

As much as Caroline hates surprises, she does take a certain amount of joy in surprising other people. When she’d gotten an invite to Bonnie Bennett’s 50th birthday party, she’d immediately started investigating flights to New Orleans.

She hadn’t RSVP’d. Rude? Probably. Caroline had rationalized that, based on the invites (champagne cardstock embossed with a shimmer so subtle it had to be stupidly expensive), whoever was throwing the party wouldn’t skimp on food or drink, so an extra person wouldn’t be an issue.

It’s been about ten years since she’d last seen Bonnie, and she’s never visited Bon’s adopted home town.

Weaving her way through the thick crowds on the streets, carried along by the music and the energy, Caroline’s kicking herself for not making the trip sooner. She has a general idea of where she’s going, has the address memorized, but she’s content to take a meandering route.

That might be the slight buzz she already has going – either the drinks from the bars here are really heavy on the booze, or there’s something in them designed to affect vampires. She’s getting a few appreciative leers in her short metallic dress, but given the vast array of attire on display – from ratty jeans, to sparkly costumes, to the tiniest club skirts – she doesn’t feel out of place.

She might have to stay a few extra days and do some exploring.

Caroline’s not entirely sure how her oldest friend had ended up in New Orleans. They’d reconnected long after Bonnie had made the move. Bonnie’s never been one to brag though Caroline’s heard whispers from other acquaintances. Something about evil witches coming back from the dead, mortal danger, a showdown of supernatural species, then Bonnie showing up to kick ass and take names.

At the time, Caroline had still been committed to pretending to be human. She’d fled Mystic Falls when it became clear that far too many people wanted to kill her, had hitchhiked across a few states before her cash had run out in Chicago.

Luckily, she’d mastered compulsion easily. Chicago was home to all sorts of easy marks – business bros who genuinely thought hitting on a seventeen-year-old girl was a thing they should be doing. Typically, such a man’s only redeeming quality, which Caroline had been happy to take advantage of, was the lack of a limit to how much money he could withdraw from the ATM at once. It had taken a little trial and error, but she’d mastered feeding enough to sustain herself without leaving a pile of bodies behind.

She’d built up a nice little nest egg, had even gotten her first college degree. She’d optimistically sent her parent’s an invite to her graduation. Her mother hadn’t shown; her dad had. He’d just been armed with a stake and a jug of vervain.

After that, Caroline had given up on blending in.

She’d been flitting around the globe for about a decade when Bonnie had found Caroline on Instagram and sent a DM. At first, Caroline had been leery about another trap. Bonnie hadn’t been too thrilled to make Caroline a daylight ring, and she’d kept her old email address for years, hadn’t heard a peep from anyone she’d grown up with. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she’d replied.

Stilted text conversations got longer, more fluid. Eventually, they’d progressed to phone calls. Caroline had carefully planned their first meeting, in a city where she had connections and witches were thin on the ground.

They’d had some hard conversations on that trip. Ended up spending way too much time ugly crying indoors, considering they’d been in freaking Porto in June. They’ve made up for it in the years since.

Caroline sidesteps a pack of probable frat boys – cute, she notes idly, probably tasty – twists her head a bit to make eye contact (she’s not hungry now, but who knows how the night will go). She smiles, a little flirty, only to stop abruptly as the noise disappears as if someone had pressed the pause button.

She can still see the street behind her, jam-packed with people and lit up by streetlights and neon bar signs. In front of her, however, it’s quiet. Still. Caroline jumps when a throat clears, her head whipping around to see a man in a white tux who definitely hadn’t been there before. “What the crap?” she squeaks, fangs dropping.

His face remains smooth, not even a hint of shock or fear evident. He’s blandly handsome, nonthreatening, but she’s learned not to trust outer appearances. “Miss Caroline Forbes, correct? You’re here for Miss Bennett’s birthday?”

Warily, Caroline nods.

White tux smiles, friendly now, “Excellent; she’ll be pleased you’ve made it. Can I see you inside?”

His head tips, and Caroline almost jumps when a stone staircase freaking shimmers into view. White Tux pretends he hadn’t noticed her shock, jogging up the steps. He pulls a gleaming door open. It lacks a doorknob, is instead marked with half a shiny M (probably real gold, she decides).

He waits patiently while Caroline makes her way up the steps. She’s careful, given the fact that they’d appeared magically. Between her high heels and her short skirt, even her vampire reflexes won’t save her from humiliation should she take a fall. When she’s at the top, she peers inside curiously.

She hears music again, the clink of glasses. Laughter. “Do you need to see my invite?”

Caroline’s got it in her purse, but the man shakes his head. “Not necessary. You wouldn’t have seen me if you weren’t on the guest list. Welcome to The Abattoir. I hope you have a pleasant evening.”

“Thank you,” Caroline murmurs, biting back her questions about the impressive magic this place obviously holds. No need to seem like a total yokel if she’s wrong, and cloaking gigantic buildings in the middle of a busy city is in every witch’s bag of tricks.

The lights are low, and most flat surfaces are covered in candles, lending a warm glow that bounces off ornate framed paintings and crystal chandeliers. The click of her heels is lost under the sounds of the party, louder now that she’s crossed the threshold. She follows the noise easily, walks through a set of double doors into a packed ballroom.

Caroline lifts on her toes, scanning the room, notes the party spilling out the far side, where several sets of French doors open onto what looks like expansive grounds. “Well,” she mutters, snatching a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, “Bon, you’ve been keeping some secrets.”

“I have not,” Bonnie says, and Caroline whirls, narrowly managing to avoid tipping her glass.

“Bonnie!” she squeals, shifting forward and throwing an arm around Bon’s shoulders. “Great dress.” It’s teal and short, with dramatic sleeves and a deep neckline, just a tiny bit witchy.

“I’m so glad you came!” Bonnie says, returning the hug enthusiastically.

“I am too, actually. Why have I never come to New Orleans before?” She sways a little to the music, drains her champagne, smiling when Bonnie laughs, “Seriously, I had a better time on the walk here than I have in ages.”

“We do like to hear that,” a low voice replies, just behind Caroline. She startles, dropping her glass, though it’s neatly caught by long fingertips, just next to her bare thigh, before it hits the floor.

People have got to quit sneaking up on her.

A hand lands on her hip, nudging her away from a potential collision with a nearby couple, and Caroline whirls, ready to remind Mr. Sneaky Feet that it's rude to interrupt a conversation.

The words don’t come. Caroline hadn’t realized just how close he would be.

Or that he’d be really attractive.

Her eyes dart to the champagne glass clutched in his hand, to a bare wrist, then a crisp white sleeve that’s already rolled up. His tie is askew, and his eyes are downcast, in the middle of giving her person an equally thorough perusal.

She can’t even be mad about it.

His thumb toys with the sequins that cover her dress, flicking one absently back and forth. She opens her mouth, unsure of just what is going to come out. There’s a 50/50 chance it’s either snippy – because hello, personal space – or flirty because she’s got excellent eyesight and fully believes in shooting her shot.

Thankfully, Bonnie interrupts, tugging on Caroline’s arm until she has the personal space that she’d been slow to take back for herself. “Klaus, this is my very good friend Caroline.”

There’s a definite warning in her tone. Caroline glances at Bonnie’s face, finds her expression is pleasant enough, at least to a person unfamiliar with Bon’s moods. Caroline is, however, so she studies Klaus a little more carefully. She shifts, boxing him out, and waits until Bon meets her eyes. A quirk of an eyebrow, then a tilt of her head, and Bonnie gets the message. “No, ew.”

So he’s not an ex, or someone Bonnie’s interested in. Good news, Caroline thinks, because that would be awkward considering how much she hadn’t minded his hands on her.

However, Caroline can’t help but look at Bon like she’s nuts.

Bonnie sighs, “It’s a long story. Klaus and I are…” she trails off, like she’s struggling for words.

“Partners,” Klaus supplies, smoothly shifting so they’re a circle once more. Caroline’s pretty sure he’s unused to being ignored.

“Eh, more like coworkers.”

A flutter of Klaus’ fingers and a new tray of champagne appears. He waits for Caroline to select a flute before taking one for himself. Bonnie declines with a shake of her head. “I feel like there’s a story here,” Caroline says, nudging Bonnie not so subtly with her foot to let her know that she’s a little peeved she hadn’t heard it before.

“Klaus is the one who first… invited me to New Orleans.”

Caroline doesn’t miss the hesitance. She narrows her gaze, shifting her weight to widen the distance between her body and Klaus.’ A smirk tugs at his full lips, but he sips his champagne, doesn’t press forward again. “I’m sensing the word invite is doing a lot of work there.”

He grins at that. “Truth be told, it was more of a coercion. A bit of blackmail, a few threats. But it all worked out for the best.”

Dubious, Caroline looks to Bonnie, only to find grudging agreement. “I will never admit Klaus is right about anything. But New Orleans is home now.”

Klaus’s smile turns taunting, and he lifts his glass, tipping it in Bonnie’s direction. “You’re welcome.”

Bonnie’s lips press together and Caroline feels an odd crackle of energy but then two other men, one familiar, one not, are at Bonnie’s side. The man she doesn’t recognize is taller and cups the back of Bonnie’s neck, pulling her into a kiss that’s so not appropriate for company. Enzo’s mouth brushes the side of Bonnie’s neck and Caroline knows she’s gaping at the scene like an idiot. Bonnie melts into Enzo though, her hands tugging the other guy closer. When he pulls back he tosses Caroline a salute, before spinning Bonnie onto the dance floor. She just catches his words before they’re swallowed up by the crowd, “No aneurysms on your birthday; you can torture Klaus at family dinner on Sunday.”

Enzo’s towed along, managing a wink at Caroline, “Hello, Gorgeous. We’ll catch up later, yeah?”

“Enzo, what…”

But he’s gone and Caroline resists the urge to dive in after them and start asking questions. “When did that happen?!” she exclaims, forgetting she has an audience.

Klaus leans closer, “Kol and Bonnie have been off and on for decades. They’ve been consistently on since Enzo arrived… about two years ago now.”

“I cannot believe they didn’t tell me,” Caroline grumbles. Enzo she kind of understands, he’s not the best at texting or emailing, is forever losing his phone. Bonnie should know that getting into a polyamorous relationship is the kind of juicy dirt that needs to be shared, damn it.

Klaus lifts a shoulder, “I’m not entirely sure your friend views it as serious. I expect a blow up once Kol presents her with the gift he bought for her. Possibly why he’s attempting to institute a no aneurysm rule.”

She’s dying to fish for more details, has to bite the inside of her lip to keep from immediately peppering Klaus with questions. He’s watching her expectantly though, his lips curled in amusement, and she knows that’s exactly what he expects.

Caroline would hate to be predictable.

She looks at the people near them, notes that most of them avert their eyes, as if they’ve been attempting to eavesdrop. “Klaus,” Caroline says again, letting the name roll off her tongue slowly.

“Mikaelson,” he supplies, with just a hint of a sigh. She supposes she has to give him a point for not attempting to deflect. “I assume my reputation precedes me?”

“That you’re an evil megalomaniac that’s prone to violent murderous rampages when things don’t go your way? I might have heard a whisper or two.”

He carefully avoids her gaze, sipping his drink calmly. “I’ve mostly cut down on those,” Klaus mutters.

Caroline hums noncommittally. But she doesn’t leave. “Bonnie leads the witches here, that much I know. What is it that you do?”

He moves closer, until she can feel the heat of his arm pressed against hers, skin separated by only his shirt. “I built this city.”

Caroline’s eye roll is automatic, too used to similar bragging from men who are trying to impress her. She reaches out, straightens his tie. “Sure,” she drawls, rubbing the obviously expensive fabric between her fingertips, “you seem like you build things all the time.”

He takes no offense, presses her hand flat against his chest, a laugh rumbling out of him. “You long are you planning on staying in my city, Caroline?”

His touch is light, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. It feels like an invitation, not a threat. Still, one can’t be too sure when playing with dangerous hybrids. “I assume that’s not a ‘be out before dawn if you don’t want your head on a pike’ hint?”

He circles her wrist, lifts her hand to his shoulder. He sets his glass aside, Caroline does the same. “Correct. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like.”

“Good to know,” Caroline says, letting Klaus lead her onto the dance floor.

She had already been contemplating a few extra days, hadn’t she?

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #i don't remember why I didn't make this one ah to be honest #also am on my bonnie/enzo/kol bullshit #bonnie deserves nice things damn it

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fictionalcharactermbti · 5 years ago

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The Vampire Diaries [Part ½]

Obviously I have typed this show before, but upon watching all of the show and a rewatch, as well as studying MBTI more, I have now retyped the show. These are the current official typings. 6/10/02020

Click here for Part 2/2

Elena Gilbert: ENFJ The Counselor ENFJs are people-focused individuals. They live in the world of people possibilities. More so than any other type, they have excellent people skills. They understand and care about people, and have a special talent for bringing out the best in others. ENFJ’s main interest in life is giving love, support, and a good time to other people. They are focused on understanding, supporting, and encouraging others. They make things happen for people, and get their best personal satisfaction from this.

ENFJ’s are so externally focused that it’s especially important for them to spend time alone. This can be difficult for some ENFJs, because they have the tendency to be hard on themselves and turn to dark thoughts when alone. Consequently, ENFJs might avoid being alone, and fill their lives with activities involving other people. ENFJs tend to define their life’s direction and priorities according to other people’s needs, and may not be aware of their own needs.(personalitypage.com)

Stefan Salvatore INFJ The Empath INFJs are gentle, caring, complex and highly intuitive individuals. The INFJ is a natural nurturer; patient, devoted and protective. They make loving parents and usually have strong bonds with their offspring. INFJs place great importance on having things orderly and systematic in their outer world. They put a lot of energy into identifying the best system for getting things done, and constantly define and re-define the priorities in their lives. On the other hand, INFJs operate within themselves on an intuitive basis which is entirely spontaneous. They know things intuitively, without being able to pinpoint why,

The INFJ is as genuinely warm as they are complex. INFJs hold a special place in the heart of people who they are close to, who are able to see their special gifts and depth of caring. INFJs are concerned for people’s feelings, and try to be gentle to avoid hurting anyone. They are very sensitive to conflict, and cannot tolerate it very well. Situations which are charged with conflict may drive the normally peaceful INFJ into a state of agitation or charged anger. They may tend to internalize conflict into their bodies.(personalitypage.com)

Damon Salvatore ESTP The Doer ESTPs are outgoing, straight-shooting types. Enthusiastic and excitable, ESTPs are “doers” who live in the world of action. Blunt, straight-forward risk-takers, they are willing to plunge right into things and get their hands dirty. They live in the here-and-now, and place little importance on introspection or theory. The look at the facts of a situation, quickly decide what should be done, execute the action, and move on to the next thing.

ESTPs have an uncanny ability to perceive people’s attitudes and motivations. They pick up on little cues which go completely unnoticed by most other types, such as facial expressions and stance. They’re typically a couple of steps ahead of the person they’re interacting with. ESTPs use this ability to get what they want out of a situation. Rules and laws are seen as guidelines for behavior, rather than mandates. If the ESTP has decided that something needs to be done, then their “do it and get on with it” attitude takes precedence over the rules. (personalitypage.com)

Bonnie Bennett ISTJ The Inspector ISTJs are quiet and reserved individuals who are interested in security and peaceful living. They have a strongly-felt internal sense of duty, which lends them a serious air and the motivation to follow through on tasks. Organized and methodical in their approach, they can generally succeed at any task which they undertake. ISTJs are very loyal, faithful, and dependable. They place great importance on honesty and integrity.

The ISTJ is extremely dependable on following through with things which he or she has promised. For this reason, they sometimes get more and more work piled on them. Because the ISTJ has such a strong sense of duty, they may have a difficult time saying “no” when they are given more work than they can reasonably handle. For this reason, the ISTJ often works long hours, and may be unwittingly taken advantage of. (personalitypage.com)

#the vampire diaries #TVD #MBTI #retype #Elena Gilbert #ENFJ #Stefan Salvatore #INFJ #Damon Salvatore #ESTP #Bonnie Bennett #ISTJ

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manatehispants · 4 years ago

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And You Are Meant For Me

Blankly Bonnie stared at the man sitting across from her at the small diner. Malachai "Kai" Parker. This man would be the reason she goes off the deep end one day very soon. She just knew it. Vampires talk about turning off their humanity, and Bonnie found she was wishing she could turn her's off. The first thing she would do once it was off was slaughter him. She would murder him and laugh, and laugh. She would never have to see that stupid smug smirk of his. Bonnie would never have to hear that grating voice of his. The voice made her cringe with every word he uttered. Best of all she wouldn’t have to hear that insufferable nickname spoken ever again.

"Bon-Bon! Are you even listening to me!? I totally feel ignored right now!"

Kai sniggered at the brilliant green eyes narrowing at him. He leaned back in his seat and cracked his neck loud as he could. Naturally, he knew what he was doing to Bonnie, but he couldn't help himself! She constantly disregarded his feelings for her. How else could was he meant to get her attention? Sure, this was negative attention, but this was better than the feeling of being invisible. Perhaps it was childish, but anything was better than the fate of being a nobody. He rather be hated than be nothing at all to her. Bonnie kept her glare firmly on Kai. She dared not take her eyes away from him for a second.

"And I’am totally disgusted by you. As always."

Laughing Kai placed a hand to his chest over his heart and make a sad face at her. This caused Bonnie to roll her eyes. Why did he have to be this way? Why did ever single thing he do have to vex her, and why did he have to be so conceited about it all the time? If he would put a tenth of the effort he put into annoying her into trying to be a normal person he would be likable. Possibly, that's what made her the most upset about him. That he had the potential to be a likable human being yet he made the choice to be anything but that.

"You're starting to hurt my feelings now."

Replied Kai now putting on a dramatic pout for show. Bonnie wasn’t having it. She let out a sound of frustration as shoved her chair away from the table. The sound of the chair scrapping against the diner floor filled the air. Kai wished the diner was full now instead of almost empty. It would have been comical to witness the witch be embarrassed by this scene playing out.

"You're wasting my time. I only came here because you said you knew something important. Obviously you aren't going to tell me.....So bye."

This wasn't what was meant to happen. Kai's planning was falling apart he couldn't have that. Both his brows shot up and he sat up a bit straight now. He was tense, but he wasn't going to allow for too much of this to show. Coyly he rolled his shoulders back.

"Fine. Leave. I don't care."

By now Bonnie had stood up and was moving pass him. A statement such as this shouldn't have bothered her. It was barely anything. He hadn't named called her any unforgivable name or threatened her. And still, something about the smugness in his tone drove her batty. She felt herself tightly balling her hands into fist at her sides. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to regain her center. Some bit of calmness came back to her and Bonnie reopened her eyes. She turned around to face Kai. If she wasn't a better person she would be trying to start him on fire right now.

"You're lying. Just like you were probably lying about knowing anything. I never should have come here.”

Oh the beauty of that wording! It was all too perfect. The game was back on for Kai! His bright blue eyes the complete opposite of Bonnie's eyes danced with impish attitude. She was making this too easy for him. Bonnie didn't know how, but she knew she had screwed up. It was written clear as day on the bane of her existence's face.

"Yet you came. If I am such a liar why did you bother coming here? Why are you really here, Bon-Bon?"

Brown eyes narrowed at Kai and he knew she was mentally killing him in a million different ways. Was it sick that he relished every damn moment of this because it meant he was on her mind? No sicker than wanting to kill family. His obsessive love for the Bennett witch was the most sane and healthy thing about him. He was a man drowning in sin and she was his salvation. If only she could see it. They could save each other. She would save him from the darkness within, and him from the loneliness he knew she must feel. How could she not feel it? Everyone around her had someone expect her. Bonnie paused for a second too long before speaking and you better believe that Kai noticed it. He noticed everything when it came to this woman.

"It was a mistake. I won't be making it again.”

There was more bit to her words than she had intended. It wasn’t all directed at Kai. She was more mad with herself than him. Bonnie was upset that she always allowed for him to get her this worked up. That he somehow had a spell on her and he knew it. But most of all right now she was mad because he was making a lot of sense. Everyone knew Kai wasn’t trust worthy. That being the case, why had she so quickly came running when he called her?

“Face it, Bon-Bon. You like me. We are meant for each other. That’s what really gets under your skin isn’t it?”

The words come out as sing-song taunt meant to cause outrage. Bonnie’s lips part to reject the pest’s claim, but it’s as if someone has stolen her speech away. Mystic Falls’ witch beauty isn’t shocked he would stoop to this. No, this is typical Kai. Saying anything to bug her. What does throw her is two things. It’s the sliver of hope which she swears she sees in those crystal blue eyes. Not for the first time she’s scared to answer him. She’s afraid to admit it. He’s right and it’s so wrong! He’s a murderous sociopath! She cannot love a man such as him! She won’t! To like him would be to betray her morals. It would mean going against everything she was. And yet the more she entertains the notion the more right she realizes it is. No! She cannot allow that! Her gaze darkens and Kai’s heart drops. He knows the moment of uncertainty Bonnie had is gone. He is aware that he will once again be tossed aside by her.

“You’re a psychopath.”

It was a weak comeback, but it was the only thing Bonnie could come up with. It was something she had to remind herself of avoid the belief that there could be any truth to what had been said by him. Kai raised both brows his eyes going wide, and Bonnie just knew he was about to say something that piss get off. She quickly turned on her heels and walked out of the diner before he had a chance to speak it. Kai’s face dropped as the diner door slammed shut behind the only woman he loved. He felt that same bitterness swelling up his throat that he always felt when she walked away from him. Kai grabbed the soda pop which sat in front of him. Loudly he slurped it through the straw making what few diners the place housed turn and stare at him in disgust. He chuckled softly.

“I still got it.”

The manic Gemini whispered to himself with a cackle coming forth that made everyone in the building uneasy.

#kai x bonnie #the vampire diaries #FanFic #Ao3 #Malachai “Kai” Parker #bonnie bennett

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evrthefanatic · 4 years ago

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soulmark part 1 | Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Pairings: Tyler x OC, Matt x Elena

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence

Word Count: 3,873

Read on AO3, FF.net, Qoutev, Wattpad

A/N: Hello there! If there’s anyone there! So I made a fic and I’ve been consistently updating it so far, I thought I’d share it here! I hope you guys like it!

Ever since she could remember, the strange lettering was engraved into her wrist, pale enough for no one to notice, but rough enough in the edges to be traced. It wasn't until the tragic accident of their parents did Alyssandra begin to uncover the secrets behind the runes.

What would happen in the show if two human doppelgangers were running around?

PROLOGUE | Drowning

It was dark out. Cassie's 'Me & U' blared out loud from Tyler's stereo. From where she stood, Aly saw some of her friends motionless on the grass, either too drunk or fast asleep. Aly glanced to her side. "How's this for a party?" Tyler smirked.

"Pretty good," she answered. The lake offered them a cool breeze, and it carried along with the chatter from the other party-goers. "Pretty tame," she added in afterthought.

"Well that's for next week," he smirked, grabbing her by the waist. "For when we win the championship."

Aly giggled and playfully pushed him away. " If you win the championship." she teased.

"Come to my house this Sat then." he shrugged, "It'll be way more fun than this one. Maybe I can convince you how good of a player I am."

Aly snorted, rolling her eyes. "I can't." she tells him, "It's game night. Mom and Dad are coming home from this huge Medical Convention from Seattle,- and Dad's leaving again next week so I can't really miss it."

Tyler frowned. "How will we have some fun time then?" he whispered to her ear, kissing her there. Aly felt herself flush- her breathing instantly laboring as he nibbled and sucked.

"Next week?" she answered weakly. "They'll be gone anyway."

Ty kissed her, pulling her body flush against his and Alyssandra finds her hands going through his hair. He bit down her bottom lip and she gasped. "We can have some fun time now," he said suggestively.

Whatever reply Aly had in mind was disrupted as Caroline's voice filled the air. "Lockwood!" she whined, "stop manhandling my best friend in front of all of us!"

Aly flushed even more, but she smirked at the looks everyone else gave them. She pushed Tyler away, grinning upon seeing his clearly frustrated face. A chorus of laughter filled the campsite.

"I gotta go anyway." she gave him an apologetic smile, kissing him by the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Instantly as she got away, Caroline hooked her arm around hers, bursting into giggles. "Have you seen Elena?" Aly asked her.

Caroline ignored her question. "That was so hot. He looked like he was about to eat you. I wish I had a boyfriend like that."

"He's not my boyfriend." Aly denied, rolling her eyes. "Yet."

"Ugh." Caroline flipped her hair. "I just want to have sex. Hot and scandalous. Is he as good as they say he is? I want all the details."

Alyssandra couldn't help but laugh at her comment. "Pretty good," she answered, not at all intimidated by her comment. Caroline shot her a look. "Sometimes aggressive-" she adds, "Takes what he wants, kind of guy."

"Damn." Caroline wistfully sighed. "I want one."

"You'll get one," she reassured her. "Have you seen Elena? I haven't seen her since earlier"

"She's probably knocked out somewhere," Caroline muttered. "You know, with Prince Charming Matt."

Aly giggled at her comment.

"Bonnie already went home, by the way."

"I didn't see," she replied. "Wanna carpool home?"

"Fine by me." Caroline shrugged. "I guess it's just me tonight." she sighed once more. The two girls ceased their walk upon hearing a familiar sniffle and sob a little deeper within the woods. They gave each other identical looks of worry as they followed the sound. "Is that-?"

Elena's face formed immediately to a familiar pout upon seeing them. She threw herself between the two girls, instantly wrapping her arms into a hug. "I broke up with Matt!" she cried.

And that's how they spent the night at the Forbes residence.

Water. Endless water. She was drowning. Her lungs screamed at her, and she desperately clawed her throat. She couldn't breathe, every breath she took burned her. Her heart rattled against her chest. Each second feeling more like her last. Her arms reach out to her father, who struggled against the hold of the belt on of their car before her world faded into black.

But not for long.

She coughed out, crying in hysteria as soon as her eyes opened. Distinctly, she heard sirens fast approaching. Aly quickly sat up, head looking around like a lost dear, to her side she sees that she's just near Wickery Bridge and-

The sweet smell of pancakes and honey awoke her. She blearily opened her eyes, taking a sharp intake of breath. Her heart refused to calm down, and she couldn't help but trail her finger along the familiar mark on her left wrist, welcoming the comfort that usually came along with it. Aly distinctly looked around her surroundings, feeling slightly relieved upon seeing the familiar walls of Caroline's room. Outside, she hears some chatter and plates being moved.

Alyssandra grimaced upon seeing herself in the mirror. Her curly hair was a wreck, it's normal to loose curls had bunched up in her sleep. The signature headband she always wore had grazed her neck, leaving a mark. They must have gotten even more hammered last night, especially with the news of Elena and Matt breaking up. She sighed, choosing instead to tie her hair into a bun, not bothering to fix it until she had come home. By the time she had reached the kitchen, her dream had been long forgotten.

"Morning sleepyhead." Her twin sister, Elena, greeted her. The duo looked exactly alike- completely identical in features, looks, and height. Their differences lied on how they dressed and presented themselves. Aly was more preppy in style, and Elena was more laid back. The biggest difference was how they chose to style their hair, with Elena getting it straightened every other month and Alyssandra just letting it be.

"You look disgusting," Caroline stated. Aly grimaced, whole-heartedly agreeing with her. "Are you okay?" the blonde immediately followed up. "You kept trashing and muttering last night."

Aly blinked, taking the cup of coffee Elena offered her. "I had a bad dream." she shrugged. Caroline wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"The good kind of bad?"

"The wrong kind of bad." she corrected. Though, now that she thought of it, Aly could hardly remember the nightmare at all. Aly switched her attention to her sister, who still looked disheartened and depressed from the breakup. Which was odd, since SHE was the one who broke up with Matt. "How are you holding up?" she asked.

Elena gave her a small smile. "I'll hold," she answered. In truth, Aly knew that her sister was going to break up with the jock sometime soon. She knew exactly why. Elena had known Matt since they were children. Their relationship lacked the excitement, the thrill, often seen in newly formed couples. It was because they were never 'new' at all. If Aly was gonna be honest with herself, she would say the same about her and Tyler.

"Bonnie's asking if she should come over." Caroline's voice broke Aly's musings. "I told her we can meet up at your place later tonight."

"Sounds fine by me." Elena gave her another, albeit timid, smile.

Glancing at the time through her phone, Aly ate one big pancake before dragging her and Elena out. "We'll see you later Care!" she called out, fully intent on getting home and fixing herself up first before heading to school.

The news of the breakup had apparently shaken the whole campus. People sent Elena looks as they walked through the hallways, and her sister maneuvered their walk to make sure they avoided any jock-looking guy that might say the word 'Matt' as they passed. The odd looks were mostly ignored, bar the pouty look that Elena had permanently etched to her face. It seemed to be enough to ward off any advances, cheerleaders, or otherwise.

The two sisters soon separated as they got to their respective classes. Although both girls were intelligent and hard-working, both wanting to go to the same college together, it was Aly who took the extra mile to her studies and extra-curricular. Never wanting to have a dull moment in her schedule- she had signed up in multiple clubs and participated a lot in the Founding Families activities, even going as far as volunteering every now and then along with Caroline.

Her classes passed by smoothly, or as smooth as they can be. Once again she had aggravated her history teacher, Mr. Tanner, before remembering that the man can very well destroy all of her hopes and dreams with a single B. She had wisely shut up, thinking that AP History in her Juniors next semester would be worth the shame of being 'outsmarted' by the man. Someday, she idly sneered in her mind, he'd get his ass rightfully kicked.

In the cafeteria, she finally opened her phone that kept on buzzing in her pocket, and she couldn't help but laugh a little at Ty's rants about Matt and Elena- and how it was ruining his mood. She sent him a bunch of emojis in return- snickering at his attitude.

"Are we gonna hear another break up from you, too?" Bonnie asked as she sat beside her. Bonnie Bennett completed their little circle of friends. A beautiful black brunette who was fiercely loyal to her friends. Oftentimes it was Bonnie who'll get them out of trouble when it arose and she never failed to speak her mind when she wanted to.

"Ty and I are just friends," she said in sing-song.

"Can you like, explain to me how that works?" Caroline demanded, taking a seat as well. "I never pegged you as friends with benefits type."

Aly put her phone away. "It just happened." she said, "We didn't have a label and it-well- I guess it's gonna keep on happening?"

"You have a way with words." Elena mocked, taking a seat as well. She looked remarkably better than she did in the morning. "You should run to the hills. We've known Tyler our whole life and he's not exactly boyfriend material."

"Agreed." Bonnie sagely nodded, pointing her fork up and down. "You'll find better. You never know, you might find a handsome, daring, hot, and chiseled man just around a corner." Aly snorted, giving Bonnie a look.

"Oh you bet." she giggled. "Just not right now."

"I need a boyfriend," Caroline whined. "Maybe I shouldn't have broken it off with Dustin a couple of months ago."

"Gross," Elena complained. But Care nudged her, blonde hair bouncing as she pointed her head to a bunch of red-varsity jackets wearing guys approaching. As if in by cue, Elena's face morphed into an epitome of sadness. Matt led the campaign, and Aly and Ty's eyes met- she looked away immediately, focusing instead on her food before she burst out laughing.

The cafeteria sobered, spectating the debacle about to happen. Bonnie consolingly held Elena's hand- who stared at her food, lower lip wobbling.

"Elena," Matt started.

"She doesn't want to talk to you!" Caroline quickly ended.

Matt ignored her. "We can talk about this," he continued. "Come on, babe."

To Alyssandra's complete surprise, Elena actually faced him. "We can't, Matt," she said, meeting his eyes. "It's over."

The silence seemed to have fallen all over the cafeteria. "This Saturday." he mustered up, fighting the monstrous awkward silence. "Tyler's throwing a party-"

Ty raised his hands in an instant, giving Matt a look that said 'don't bring me into this'. Matt ignored this too.

"- and maybe we can go together? Just this one last time," he said, practically begging. "Please, 'Lena."

Her sister took a deep breath, giving him a small smile. "I'll think about it," she answered. That seemed to be enough, as the flock of jocks immediately went away after that. As soon as they did, chatter once again began in the cafeteria.

"Damn." said Caroline, "I kinda feel sorry for him."

Aly snorted, she quickly covered it up when Elena glared at her. Elena wasn't actually going to the party, she mused. Tyler's party overlapped with their family's game night. "Yeah," Aly tried to agree, "Poor Matt."

Bonnie giggled.

Except Elena didn't seem to be in with the laughs, there was this guilty expression on her face. One that Aly knew all too well. "Come on-"

"I'll talk to him," she said firmly. "The entire thing's my fault, anyway."

"How is it your fault?" Caroline argued. "You should be able to break up with a guy whenever you want!"

"Totally!" Bonnie agreed, "But why do you want to talk to him, anyway? I thought you already had last night."

"I didn't." Elena finally admitted. "I kinda just ended things off." she shook her head, sighing. "I just can't be with him anymore, you guys. I just don't feel like things are going right. Don't get me wrong, Matt's amazing. It's just- it's just not right."

Caroline gasped. "O my god! He totally scared you off!"

Alyssandra laughed at that, remembering Matt's promises of a future filled with mini Mattlenas. "He totally did. 'Lena has a point though. We're only in high school."

"He deserves an explanation." Her sister continued, moving a stray strand of hair from her face. "It'll just suck if I dump him for no reason. I'm not that kind of girl."

"Fine, talk to him," said Alyssandra. "But you gotta remember that we have game night this Sat. You better not miss it."

"I'm not going to." her sister answered. But Aly was quick to realize that she was lying, Elena always wore the same pinched expression every time she lied. Alyssandra still hoped that she'll change her mind, so she didn't push it.

In another life, Aly might've stopped Elena from sneaking to Tyler's party before game night. In this one, she ignored her sister sneaking out of her room through the window after she had lied to their parents about being sick. Completely avoiding game night altogether.

Instead, Aly focused on her four very-present family members as they meticulously played an aggressive version of UNO. Jeremy was currently winning, and Aly felt herself giggle hard over their mom's angry glare. Miranda and Grayson Gilbert were both Doctors at the local Mystic Falls hospital. It wasn't unusual for them to leave their kids alone, sometimes for weeks, trusting that the three siblings together would have enough brain cells to keep the house and themselves together.

Their trust is well placed.

Or at least Aly has convinced herself that it was.

The trio wasn't the type to cause trouble, especially Jeremy. Their brother was as relaxed as they come. Often he'd stay out to hang with his friends, either playing baseball or painting out. Aly and Elena were often out as well. Before, the two sisters would take turns in cooking, and the trio would rotate with the chores. It stayed that way until Elena had almost accidentally burned the house down while using the oven, their parents had then left cooking to Aly's hands whenever they left.

A resounding 'ding' broke the concentration the four held. Miranda was quick to stand up to retrieve the freshly made pizza. Aly felt her stomach grumble in delight as the aroma flowed into the living room. Making sure to carry her cards with her, Alyssandra followed her mother. Fully intent on helping her out. (and maybe grab some bites as well)

"Do you know where Elena went, Alice?"

The question caused her to scowl. Their mother didn't seem to be all too-bothered with Elena skipping game night (it wasn't the first time). She watched Miranda cut the pizza into pieces, immediately grabbing one when she finished.

"She went to Ty's," she answered, taking a bite. "Matt didn't take the break up well. So she decided to apologize- or something."

"Or something." their mother echoed, a light smile on her face. Aly really thought that she was too lax. Her mind wondered if she'll be the same once she had children on her own but she instantly grimaced, burying the thought deep in her mind. She was only 17 after all. Her entire life was still waiting before she could ever begin to settle.

Alyssandra helped her mom bring the food to the tense living room. Grayson's stormy blue eyes were locked against Jeremy's brown ones. Both held their cards against their chest. The tension broke when Grayson grinned, putting a +4 card down in triumph.

Jeremy groaned. "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

Her brother sent their dad a dirty glare, grabbing four new cards from the deck. Aly threw their dad a grin, plopping herself down next to Jeremy, not so discreetly looking at his new cards as she went by- earning a yell from the youngest Gilbert.

It was Miranda that won the game by the end. The four had watched a movie before effectively calling it a night. She begrudgingly sent a message to her sister, telling her that lights had gone out and she was free to go home. She was fast asleep before she could read Elena's reply.

Aly choked, eyes wide. Grayson tried to reach out to her. She couldn't stop herself from gasping even if she wanted too. A pang of familiarity resonated within her, and with it came fear. She tried to reach out, finding it harder and harder to breathe- her lungs burned. Her windpipe felt crushed. The last thing she saw was her father's struggle against the seatbelt before her world faded into black.

Her mind kept telling her that it was a dream. That she should just wake up. But she can't. Aly gasped awake, shooting herself up- coughing. Where was she? Wickery bridge? Another bubble of uncontrollable fear buzzed through her, making her cry in hysteria. What-

Aly was violently pushed awake, without even realizing, she was dragged up. In the back of her mind, she hears a voice cry out.

"Aly wake up!"

She groaned in response, hastily pushing her brother away, glaring. "I'm awake!" she snapped, holding a hand up her chest to calm her rapidly beating heart. Her hand shook, and it took her a moment to realize that her entire body was shaking as well.

Alyssandra groaned once more, pushing her younger brother away with a glare. "Yeah," she murmured, sitting up. She blatantly ignores her racing heart. However, it seems like life has other plans. Jeremy immediately pulls her up.

"Get dressed," Jeremy said, breaking Aly out of her haze. He says, he has this wild look in his eyes. He looked scared. "we have to go."

That's when she noticed the sirens blaring outside her house. All of a sudden, the dream she just had gone to the forefront of her mind, waking her up. The events of her dream were still fresh on her mind, and it overwhelmed her. Aly stood there in her room, frozen.

"Hurry up!" Jeremy frantically pushed her. "Mom, Dad, and Elena are in the hospital,"

Alyssandra moved without thinking, her body suddenly going in auto-pilot. Jeremy rushed her on, but his voice barely registered in her head. She didn't even bother to completely change her set of clothes, settling into an oversized jacket and hair tie. Outside their home stood Deputy Forbes, Caroline's mother, and there was a pained expression on her face.

The officer offered them a tight, sympathetic smile and didn't reach her eyes. Aly fought the urge to scream. "Let's get you two to the hospital."

She could barely recognize the streets as they quickly drove by. Alyssandra's mind had gone to an override, jumping to her dream to the hospital. In the background, she could hear Jeremy and Liz talking.

What had just happened? How could it happen?

Words like accident, lucky, and Elena echoed in the car. Their sister, her twin, survived. But both Grayson and Miranda were dead.

Their parents were dead.

How could things change so quickly?

They were just having game night a few hours ago.

They were at the hospital before she even knew it. Jeremy got out of the car first, rushing in. She saw Aunt Jenna immediately embrace him to her arms, letting him cry and sob. She followed behind- her throat felt so tight. Liz gave her arm a comforting squeeze, leading her inside. Oddly enough, Aly didn't run to her aunt's arms, letting Jeremy have his comfort. Instead, she swallowed the bile that had lodged itself in her throat.

"Elena?"

The first thing that Aly noticed was the crying.

Throughout their entire lives, she was used to the sound of Elena crying. Her sister had always been the more sensitive one out of the two, and it didn't take a lot for waterworks to come. But never in her life had she heard her sister sob this hard. It was agony, deeper than any emotional cut that came before it.

Elena was barely covered with a towel, bawling into her hands, she was absolutely soaked from head to toe. And every cry from her throat shook her entire lithe frame.

Aly felt her heart wrench painfully. For a moment, she felt like she was still dreaming, there was no way this was actually happening. Their parents couldn't actually be dead. Right? It had to be a joke.

In a second, her arms had wrapped itself around her twin. Holding her tight, ignoring the tremor that seemed to overcome both of their bodies. "It's okay." It's not. But the words were out before they even registered in her head. "We'll be okay," she tells her, firmly this time. Her head felt unbearably light, and she jumped when another set of arms had settled in their embrace.

She couldn't breathe.

The sounds of her family crying seemed to echo in her mind. And Aly's arms fell loose to the sides, another person grabbed her arm- Liz Forbes again. She didn't smile this time. Guiding her body into a chair instead, Aly fell to the seat immediately. Blank. Her mind has gone blank. She stared at the image of her family ( what's left of it ) holding each other in a tight embrace. Aly shook herself, taking a harsh deep breath.

Like a shadow, Aly followed the Deputy out of the room, and she can see the concerned glances of everyone present. Mystic Falls was a pretty small town after all, and the hospital was where her parents had worked in. Their Doctor, her parent's co-workers, idly explained to her what happened. And Alyssandra found herself nodding along, signing this- signing that. I'm so sorry, he had said. But really, she couldn't see what he was sorry about, it's not like he drove them off the bridge. It was an accident. Accidents happen all the time.

They gave her a heavy piece of paper. At the top right corner, it said ' Mystic Falls Memorial '. It was a fill-up form.

"You don't have to do this right now, Aly." Liz again. In the back of her mind, Aly can hear the annoyed voice of Caroline, angry for her mother always going about her business.

"It's alright Ms. Forbes," she answered. Jenna was still consoling her siblings. "I can do this now."

The adults around her gave her a set of tight smiles and as she walked away, she could hear the words poor girl, the responsible one, and such a tragedy.

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parisian-nicole · 5 years ago

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Rating: T (contains very adult content)

Summary: A/U set within Season 7. Bonnie casts a spell that will forever change her relationship with Damon. I wrote this in one sitting and didn't want to post it until I was completely done. This is the entire story, there will be no other parts to this one. I hope you read, enjoy, and review.

Completed Fic

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"And what happened to yours?" She asked as she walked through the door that he held open for her to enter the boardinghouse.

"I don't know, I guess I just misplaced it," He offered and she knew it was a lie, just as she knew that he knew that she knew it was a lie. Yet he still told it with such ease.

"Fine, then it would make more sense for me to do a locator spell-"

"No!" He cut off that idea and the tone of the simple word made Bonnie Bennett turn and squint her eyes at her best friend Damon Salvatore.

"Why not, Damon?" She asked as she folded her arms across her chest to prepare herself to hear of some nonsense, he had gotten himself into … AGAIN.

"Because it's not important, and besides I've been meaning to upgrade it anyway," Damon continued to lie as he walked over to the bar to fix himself a drink.

"Uh-huh, you know what, I don't have time for this today. I really don't," Bonnie announced as she unfolded her arms and raised her hands in surrender. "So, if you aren't going to tell me the truth then I won't help you," With that said she turned to walk back out.

"Wait, you're just gonna leave?" He asked a bit stunned that she wasn't more eager to help him as she typically was. "I have been stuck in this house all day, dying until you finally got out of your classes."

"First of all, you're already dead," Bonnie said with a smile to which Damon raised his brow and smirked at her. "And secondly … what the fuck happened to your ring, Damon?"

"Fine," He grumbled out as he smacked his empty glass back on the countertop and poured another drink. "I had a friend over and I think they might have picked it up by accident."

"Sooo, you had a girl over last night and she robbed you before she snuck out? And I don't even want the details on how she managed to get it off your finger without you knowing," Bonnie elaborated on what likely really did happen. "Why was that so hard for you to say, like over the phone?"

Damon thought on her question for a second. Why didn't he want to tell her the truth? He came to the conclusion that the fact of the matter was that out of anyone he knew, Bonnie Bennett's opinion of him mattered most. Also, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he felt like he was betraying her by having female acquaintances in his bed. He held some slight guilt with regards to Elena as well, but with Bonnie he just didn't want her to know about it.

"C'mon Bon-Bon help your old pal…"

"Actually, it's really only been about a year and a half since we've started our friendship," She countered as she feigned disinterest as she looked over to the huge fireplace where a fire brewed.

"And your very best friend in the world," He continued choosing to ignore but still smiled at her comment.

"I'd say that's kind of a toss-up between Caroline and Elena," She threw in knowing that that was actually a lie. Damon really had become her very best friend is such a short time, and she knew that he knew it too. She also knew that she was his. They had finally gotten to a point where they both truly cherished their friendship. They were bonded though neither would ever be able to tell anyone when that had actually happened nor how.

"Will you help me? Or will I have to find some second-rate witch who will likely screw it all up, and I will end up dying a very painful and fiery death," Damon said dramatically but knew it would rile Bonnie up and give her cause for concern. The one thing you could rely on with Bonnie was her concern for the people she cared most about. She had literally died to save her friends. But as he watched the way she pulled at her bottom lip he suddenly regretted using that threat to manipulate and scare her. "C'mon Bonnie we both know you're gonna help me. So, why do we have to do this song and dance?"

"Because once upon a time it was fun," She replied. "You know, you needing something from me, me making you beg me for it. Things between us have gotten very boring since we've become friends."

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to start hating you again? Because we're heading that way today," Damon mumbled out as he took a sip of his bourbon. She simply rolled her green eyes before she locked them onto him.

"Please, you've never really hated me, not even back when we were sworn enemies, and you know it," She stated and he raised his glass a bit to salute her very true statement. "Fine, let's do this so I can leave and go enjoy the rest of my day. I do have a life you know and it doesn't revolve around you."

"You sure about that?" He teased.

"Oh, so you don't want my help then?" She retorted as she again turned towards the door. He settled his empty glass on the bar top and stepped over to her and blocked her exit.

"Yes, I do want your help, Bonnie," He spoke as he grasped her about her shoulders. "Please save me. Make me a new daylight ring so that I'm not stuck in this house all day, every day."

"Fine," She agreed and he pulled her into his embrace, leaned down, quickly kissed the top of her head, and then released her. "Do you have a photo that clearly shows you wearing the ring?"

"Uhm," Damon thought as he glanced around the room. "Nothing recent I don't think."

"Doesn't have to be recent, it just has to show you wearing the ring," Bonnie stated and flinched a bit as Damon flashed away and then back to her just as quickly. He held out a photo of himself. Bonnie took it and studied the slightly faded photo of Damon with a group of people at what looked to be at some fancy party. "Wow, look at you, looking so suave and debonair. A tux looks good on you. When was this taken?"

"Back in the late 50s, early 60s. What I like to call the dark ages."

"Why?"

"I had turned off my humanity and was out for revenge. I killed every single person in that photo just because the party started to get boring to me," He stated nonchalantly but Bonnie could still hear the regret in his voice as she lifted her eyes to his.

"Well, you have your humanity turned on now and granted you can be a real asshole sometimes, you're not like this Damon anymore," She said as she tapped the picture. "Now, give me your hand," She commanded and he bunched up his brow a little in confusion but still placed his hand into her offered one. Damon stared down at his hand wrapped inside of hers and he found that he liked how their different skin tones complemented each other. It was a beautiful combination. And for a split second, a flash of other parts of their bodies entwined crossed his mind. He quickly shut them out and then shot his eyes up to Bonnie's face to gauge if she had somehow read his impure thought, but found that she had her eyes closed and her mouth mumbled out some chant. She then snapped her eyes opened and looked up at his as a smile spread across her face. Damon discovered a while back that he loved to see Bonnie smile, and loved it, even more, when he was the reason for her smile. She turned over his hand which she still held, he looked down at his hand and was shocked to see his ring was back where it was supposed to be. "You're welcome, and try not to lose that one. I'll see you later," Bonnie spoke out as she was already in the foyer making her way to the front door.

"Hang on," Damon called out to her as he flashed after her and put himself between her and the front door. "Now that I am able to leave the house let me buy you lunch as a way to say thank you," He offered but she shook her head at the idea.

"You only need to say, 'Thank you, Bonnie' to thank me, Damon," She stated as she smirked up at him.

"Thank you, Bonnie," He complied.

"You're welcome, now I really have to go," She added as she tried to push him from the door but he wouldn't budge as he cocked his eyes at her curiously.

"And why do you really have to go? What kind of plans do you have, maybe I could join-"

"No!" She quickly interjected. "My plans are my business and sorry but you cannot join me today."

"Why not?"

"Damon."

"Bonnie?"

"Would you please move so I can leave?" She asked as she smacked his chest but with no real force behind it.

"Have you met a … boooy?" He asked in a teasing manner but the thought of it did irk him. Bonnie groaned a bit as she rolled her eyes at him.

"I am not having this conversation with you, Damon. Besides, it's none of your business anyway."

"Huh, so it's someone I clearly would not approve of?" He declared as he folded his arms across his chest, leaned back more comfortably against the door, and squinted is eyes a bit as he stared down at Bonnie.

"You don't approve of anyone I date," Bonnie replied as she flailed her arms a bit in exasperation. "And you give the worse dating advice."

"All the guys you've dated are idiots and so beneath you. Don't even get me started on 'Jeremy Gilbert'," Damon countered. "And I give you excellent dating advice."

"Anytime I ask for your advice about a guy I like you always say the same thing, 'He sounds like a loser, Bonnie, dump him'," She countered as she now folded her arms across her chest.

"So, you don't want my true and honest advice then?"

"I want you to act like my best friend looking out for my best interest, and not act like some…jealous boyfriend," She mumbled out the last bit as it dawned on her in that moment that that was exactly how Damon acted whenever it came to her dating. And she could tell by the look in his eyes that he realized it too. "Look, I have a coffee date with a 'friend', who just happens to be a guy. We will likely hang out for an hour maybe two, and then I will come back here and we can have a movie night, okay?"

"Oh, good golly," Damon gasped out sarcastically as he clutched his hands together in front of him. "And can we braid each other's hair and do each other's make-up too?" He then batted his lashes for effect. Bonnie couldn't stop the giggle that was pulled from her at his antics.

"Fine asshole, forget it then," She cursed at him even though she was smiling. "I was just trying to show you that I can still be present in your life, be here for you even if I start a relationship with someone else."

"Yeah, easy for you to say when the said relationship is just hypothetical," Damon huffed out and Bonnie knew it was time to come clean.

"It's not hypothetical," She said as she averted her eyes to the floor, while Damon scowled at her. "I've been seeing Enzo for about a month now, and things are kind of getting serious," Damon's look of confusion turned to disgust as he frowned up.

"Enzo? Wait, 'my' Enzo?" He questioned and this brought a frown to Bonnie's face.

"God, I hope not," She replied. "You two never…" She let the question hang there and Damon took a moment to reflect and think on it before he replied.

"No, we were just locked up together and tortured for half a decade together. We bonded and grew closer during that time, but never 'that' close."

"Good to know. Look, we've only gone on a few dates … every night … for the past …month," Bonnie finally confessed and she could see Damon tighten his jaws as the muscles started to twitch. She knew that he was really pissed and she didn't fully understand why. "I know that he's your best guy friend and I'm your best female friend…"

"Bonnie, you're my bestie, your card trumps his."

"Really?" She cooed as she had sometimes wondered about that very thing. "Aww, thanks, Damon."

"But Enzo is also a friend and I don't know that I like you dating him," He stated honestly.

"Well, Damon, I'm not asking your permission nor do I need it," Bonnie announced as she rolled her neck a bit at his audacity.

"You're absolutely right, Bonnie," He said doing a complete 180 and made Bonnie look at him confused.

"I am?" She asked as she watched him move from in front of the door and then opened it for her.

"Yes, you are," He contended as he placed his hand on the small of her back and then ushered her across the threshold and out the door. "Now, you go and have a fun coffee date with Enzo."

"Damon, what's going on?" Bonnie asked as she turned and regarded him suspiciously. Rarely did he give up so easily when they had one of their many disagreements.

"Nothing. You seem to think that I meddle in your relationships too much and give you piss poor advice about men. So, this time I shall stay out of it, out of respect to the fact that you and Enzo are probably the only two true friends I have. So, if you two have somehow found happiness with each other well then, I am truly very happy for you, and I shall stay out of it."

"Are you planning to crash in on our date?"

"No." He answered fat-of-fact which only made her wearier.

"Oh God, you're planning to kill him," She stated and he had to roll his eyes and pretend that she was being ridiculous when really that the thought had played in his mind.

"And you call me a drama queen," Damon said. "No, Bonnie, I promise you that I am not gonna impose on your date with Enzo, nor am I going to kill him. Now, go have fun and we can have our movie night some other time."

"O…Okay," She stuttered out as she turned and began to walk to her car, but then she stopped and turn back to him a couple of times before she spoke again. "You sure you don't want me to stop back by later and we can just hang out?" A part of her felt somewhat guilty over the fact that he now knew she had sort of, kind of been dating his friend Enzo and had not told him.

"Bon-Bon, you know this door is always open to you, anytime, day or night," He proclaimed. "But I think I might go out tonight and paint the town red."

"Not with the blood of the innocent I hope?" She replied with a hint of true concern in her voice, which he took note of.

"Bonnie Bennett, you really need to get laid," He tossed out jokingly but also to test the waters to see where she was in this relationship with Enzo. Knowing would help him determine how badly he would have to hurt the man he once thought of as his best friend.

"Well, if I'm lucky and if Enzo plays his cards right, maybe I will," She said around a giggle and then she opened the door to her car, got in, cranked it up, and then drove away without even a wave goodbye. She knew that her last reply had been a complete lie just to get under Damon's skin, Sure she could admit that she did enjoy the time she had been spending with Enzo but it was all very much platonic and she knew that it would not likely ever develop into something romantic. Although, she was sure Enzo was hoping it would. But something inside of her screamed to her that he just was not the one, and she always listened to that voice within.

Damon held the smile on his face until Bonnie had driven off. He then moved back into the boardinghouse, grabbed his coat from the coat rack, and then flashed through the house and out the back. He went out in search of Enzo to let him know under no uncertain term was Bonnie to be another notch on his bed, like the pretty little brunette they had both partied with the night before, who had ended up going home with Enzo.

The second the back door slammed shut the unseen man descended the staircase as he played back all of the things he had heard and seen since he had been in the house. None of it had made any sense and seemed impossible. And if he were not standing where he was in that moment, he wouldn't have believed it possible himself. He moved to the study where he knew the good liquor was kept and he always did his best thinking with a drink in hand. He had to really think about his current situation and try to figure out how to fix it.

Read More: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13353128/2/Altered

#Bamon #bamon fanfic #bamon fic #bamonators #BAMILY #Bonnie x Damon #Damon x Bonnie #bonnie bennett #damon salvatore #TVD #tvd fanfiction #tvd fic #the vampire diaries

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incursionofthedamnedrpg · 6 years ago

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Name: Tyler Lockwood Birthday: February 10th (18/22) Species: Hybrid Lookalike: Michael Trevino Availability: Open

Personality

Tyler has always been your typical douchebag football player. A womanizer and a manwhore, Tyler always thought about himself. It was all about pleasure and sports, he was the epitome of the self centered high school jock. As Tyler was an untriggered werewolf, he was very aggressive, arrogant and selfish.Tyler behaved like this because of his werewolf gene. As a werewolf, Tyler became a better person over time, he was loyal and protective and stood up for what he thought was right. After he broke the sire bond with Klaus, he is still the better person he was when Caroline helped him. He has toned down his aggressive and angry side and learnt how to control it. Tyler still holds a small bit of guilt over killing Sarah but his friends have helped more out of this rut than anyone. Now, he often puts his friends and family over himself which is a major difference than the untriggered werewolf version of himself.

Past

Tyler Lockwood is the son of Richard Lockwood and Carol Lockwood, and the nephew of Mason Lockwood. He grew up in a big house, the son of the mayor, and everything was handed to him in his lifetime. However, his relationship with his father was never a good one. To his father, Tyler was a failure and he was ashamed of him. On a few occasions, he had hit Tyler where no one could see it happen for being a disgrace to the family. He hated his father. But at school, it was a completely different story. He was popular, good-looking, a football player and most often referred to as a dick, even by his friends. He was portrayed to be arrogant, selfish and a bully, looking down upon those that weren’t as great as he thought he was. At the Masquerade Ball that his family was hosting, he killed one of his classmates named Sarah, thus triggering the werewolf gene, his eyes glowing yellow in front of his classmate’s Caroline Forbes’ eyes. But after triggering the family curse that turned him into a werewolf, he has learned to tone his behavior down with the help of Caroline Forbes, who helped him through his first transformation.

Tyler eventually fell for Caroline,but left Mystic Falls after he discovered the Salvatores killed his uncle Mason. He came back only to be captured for Klaus’ sacrifice ritual, but was rescued by Damon, who was later bitten by Tyler during his transformation, but saved by Klaus’s blood in the end. Tyler and Caroline eventually start a relationship, which becomes rocky when he becomes Klaus’s first successful hybrid. Tyler changed completely which was how many of the group discovered that he was sired to Klaus - meaning he had to do everything their nemesis said. He’d sabotage their plots against Klaus due to the sire bond, putting his former friends in danger. Leaving Mystic once again, Tyler spent his time in the Appalachians with Hayley, who helped him get past his sire bond. He had to break every bone in his body repeatedly to break the curse so the sire bond could break and he no longer had to do everything Klaus asked of him. After returning to Mystic unsired, he made it his objective to be with his friends again, like before. He pretended to be sired to Klaus in the mean time to keep up appearances and be a spy for his friends. But this failed when he saved Elena from Klaus, against his commands. Klaus killed his mother after the 12 hybrid sacrifice, which Hayley tricked Tyler into setting up for her.

After that, Tyler felt deeply betrayed by Hayley, and the guilt for putting those hybrids to death was eating him alive. Even though most of his high school class started college, he decided to stay back and help other hybrids in secret and keep an eye on the other werewolves in town in order to simultaneously prevent unaware wolves from falling into Klaus’ trap and to ease his own guilt. He left town for awhile after Caroline died, unable to handle the emotions of being there.

Present

Tyler eventually came back to his hometown: he grieved, then celebrated her return to the world of the living, and moved on with his life, focusing on himself and maintaining his relationships in the town with both old friends and new. Tyler still keeps an eye on the hybrids in town and reaches out to them, knowing that they can’t all be enjoying everything in terms of being sired to Klaus. He has also been wary since Klaus had his baby, considering he and the rest of the world have no idea what the tribrid is capable of, but has also taken note of Murchadha’s recent move-in and isn’t sure what to make of them. However, he is still attempting to live as normal of a life as possible under the circumstances.

Connections

Stefan Salvatore

Used to resent him because Caroline left Tyler for the vampire. The resentment is not there as much anymore due to the fact that Tyler moved on, but Tyler still doesn’t like him.

Hayley Marshall

Used to be a good friend, but after what she did with the hybrids, he feels disgusted with her, does not like her anymore.

Klaus Mikaelson

Still holds serious resentment for the death of his mother and those twelve hybrids, though he knows well enough to keep his distance.

Bonnie Bennett

When he learned of her return to town and her new place of employment, he wanted to check up on both her and Murchadha’s intentions.

#werewolf rp #oc rp #michael trevino fc #tyler lockwood #bio rp #om #open #male #canon #canon male #male canon #hybrid

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pussymagicuniverse · 6 years ago

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Celebrating Black Female Characters in Horror Television

February is here and what does that mean? It’s Black History Month! But hey, every month is BHM when you’re black. Trust me. So I’ve decided to celebrate black women in Horror. More specifically, black female characters in notable Horror shows. From The Walking Dead all the way to The Vampire Diaries.

Even when a show ends or a character’s journey ends – their Black Girl Magic never really dies, no matter what anyone wants to say, which is why celebrating these characters isn’t fruitless. They have a place in Horror as a genre and that will always hold importance. At least to me.

Please be wary of spoilers (character deaths or otherwise) if you’re binge watching any of these shows or plan to.

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1. Michonne (The Walking Dead)

Weapons in the apocalypse usually come in the form of guns or various styled knives. But who can say their fave wields a katana like no other? Nobody, unless their personal fave is Michonne. And what a treat it is to have a character like her exist.

Michonne (played by the talented Danai Gurira) has been part of the show since “Walk with Me” (3x03). She’s first presented as someone who takes no one’s shit (that still rings true) and is loyal to those closest to her. Which, in the beginning, she doesn’t have many people. From the start, it was obvious she wouldn’t be a forgettable character. And the same can be said about Danai’s acting. Michonne has carried on as an intense character, same as the comic version of her.

Even with the show experiencing many ups and down, she still continues to be one of my favorites that I cling to. One thing I adore about her as a black character is how multi-faceted she is. Black women showing vulnerability rather than clinging to the ‘strong black woman’ trope, is the type of representation that’s needed. Especially in the state of our own world.

Currently in the show there’s been much change and Michonne is juggling A LOT. Such as Rick Grimes “death,” new losses, leadership, motherhood, new enemies and no shortage of other apocalyptic complications. Aside from all the stress she endures, she remains the same bad ass she has always been.

2. Sasha Williams (The Walking Dead)

Every apocalypse needs someone who takes many risks and Sasha was one of those characters. She was played by Sonequa Martin-Green and was an original character (versus being apart of the comics as well) since late season 3. Sasha wasn’t afraid to speak her mind or do what she felt was needed for the group or herself. Her bravery even in the face of danger is/was admirable.

There were moments where I wanted much better for her character. Or even had a sense of irritation towards some of her decisions. But when her time was up in the apocalypse – I hated it. Her send off wasn’t a blindside, though it still wasn’t something I hoped for, evidently I accepted it. Sonequa played Sasha well and thankfully we were able to see her one last time recently.

3. Bonnie Bennett (The Vampire Diaries)

No one can convince me that Bonnie Bennett (played by Kat Graham) was dealt a good hand. Her character was the subject of much mistreatment and there was no surprise why. No shock is had when a black woman is the token best friend, subject to violence by or because of white characters, used as a plot device, or any other bullshit.

Bonnie/Kat Graham was subject to A LOT of racist nonsense from the fandom as well. This also isn’t a shock that fandoms can be quite vile to people of color. And she isn’t the first or last to experience this. It’s part of what needs to change in terms of the writing of characters of color. Especially black characters of color (why there needs to be diverse writing teams).

Despite her mistreatment from the writers and such, Kat played Bonnie with passion. She was the one black witch who showed just how powerful she was. That in itself should spark a fire in real life black witches. She showed you don’t have to take shit from enemies to those closest to you.

4. Kendra Young (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Even though Buffy is very much a feminist show (don’t even argue with this), there was always a lacking with women of color. Once Kendra comes along in What’s My Line, Part One (2x09), it’s a bit of a shock to the system. Bianca Lawson (who still hasn’t aged a damn lick) played her and if you set aside the poor Jamaican accent - she gave us something to run with.

Her character wasn’t emotional but was focused on her slayer duties. One could say she wasn’t a strong character but we didn’t see much of her. That is part of my problem with her character. None of that is Bianca’s fault but it still irks me to think of. Kendra stood tall and was the complete opposite of Buffy, which would have made for an interesting dynamic if she had been long term.

Her death in Becoming, Part One (2x21) due to Drusilla slitting her throat is… shitty, to say the least. So celebrating what little we got to see of her is still decent acknowledgement.

5. Marie Laveau (American Horror Story)

How exciting is it when strong and powerful black characters are based on real life people? Pretty damn exciting. Marie Laveau, who is played by the great Angela Bassett, grips tight to the title of “Voodoo Queen of New Orleans.” Her character was first introduced in American Horror Story: Coven as a prominent character. The way she’s depicted in the show has been subject to criticism. It’s mainly due to how she’s villainized and that’s definitely fair.

Though, with Angela Bassett, you’re not going to get a half assed performance. She remained consistent in her portrayal of Marie Laveau. From the first moment you see her you know she’s not one to mess with. She does meet her demise by the end of the season, but the writers manage to bring her back briefly in American Horror Story: Apocalypse. Unfortunately, the disappointment sets in once they kill her off once more. Despite that Marie’s iconic lines, overall presence, and literal Black Girl Magic make her a special character. Forgetting her is impossible if you loved her in the first place.

6. Keelin Mikaelson (The Originals)

The Originals had a fair amount of diversity and there was never much failing with characters of color. In the season 4 premiere Keelin was introduced as a werewolf/ER doctor. Her first episode on the show wasn’t actually the best for her, given the events that took place and how her life was being threatened. But she remained interesting enough for me to want to see more, more specifically in terms of her relationship with Freya Mikaelson.

The relatively problematic start to Keelin and Freya’s relationship is easy to point out. Though eventually their relationship shifts into something else. And by the 7th episode of the season they kiss. Unfortunately, Keelin remained a recurring character ‘til the end of the series. But her importance didn’t dissipate regardless of her appearances. At least not when it pertained to Freya and that was enough for me. Even just having a black queer woman being on the show was enough.

By the end of the show she and Freya got married and moved ahead with their lives. It completely swerved away from the typical ending for queer women (one or both dying). And that to me is something even more so to celebrate.

Vanessa Maki is a queer writer, artist & other things. She’s full of black girl magic & has no apologies for that. Her work has appeared in various places like Really System & others. She is also forthcoming in a variety of places. She’s founder/EIC of rose quartz magazine & is involved in other literary spaces as well. Follow her twitter & visit her site.

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njawaidofficial · 7 years ago

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Stevie J: Headed to Jail for Being a Deadbeat Dad?!?

https://styleveryday.com/2018/03/06/stevie-j-headed-to-jail-for-being-a-deadbeat-dad/

Stevie J: Headed to Jail for Being a Deadbeat Dad?!?

Love, Hip Hop and… jail time?

Maybe so for Stevie J.

The VH1 reality star is in rather serious trouble with the law, according to TMZ, and may very well face prison time in the near future for failure to pay child support.

The U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York tells this celebrity gossip website that Stevie must turn himself in to authorities by April 10 because has fallen way behind with these payments.

By how much, exactly?

The occasional rapper reportedly owes $1.3 million in back child support!

This is typically a state issue, but it’s atypical for someone to owe this much money.

Considering the amount and considering the length of time Stevie has been in arrears (along with the fact that Stevie and the baby mamas involved live in different states), this case has been moved to the federal level.

That does not bode well for Mr. J.

Stevie rose to fame as a critical cast member in the Love & Hip Hop franchise.

He was even given his own spinoff, Leave It to Stevie, but it only lasted a single season.

Back in February of last year, Stevie pleaded guilty to failure to pay child support, accepting responsibility at the time and being ordered to make good on $1,304,835.86.

Yet he has failed to make a dent in this giant number in the 12 months since.

As a result, federal prosecutors plan to toss Stevie in the clink after he turns himself in, something that we heard was a possibility as far back as January of 2017.

Stevie has SIX children overall, by multiple women.

He most recently welcomed a daughter named Bonnie Bella with on-again/off-again/on-again/off-again girlfriend Joseline Hernandez.

The two have engaged in a number of epic fights and traded a multitude of crazy insults over the years, but they appeared to reach a detente last May, as Joseline shared a number of cute baby photos online.

We can’t say for certain whether Joseline is the woman to whom Stevie owes child support, but odds are very strong that he owes these legally-obligated payments to more than one individual.

After all, we’re talking about $1.3 million here.

That’s a mammoth chunk of change!

As a matter of record in this scandal, here’s a rundown of Stevie’s kids and baby mamas:

– Son Dorian Jordan was born in 1995. His mother is someone named Rhonda Henderson.

– Daughter Sadie Jordan was also born in 1995 (LOL) and her mother is someone named Felicia Stover.

– Son Steve Jordan was born in 1997 and daughter Savannah Jordan was born in 1998. They were each birthed by Carol Antoinette Bennett.

– Daughter Eva Giselle Jorda was born in 2009. Her mother is VH1 star Mimi Faust.

– And then Bonnie Bella Jordan was born to Joseline and Stevie in December of 2016.

The real question here is whether or not Stevie can actually name all of his children.

We somehow doubt it.

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unholyhelbiglinked · 7 years ago

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Bite Me | Dinner for Six

My breath formed in front of me in a sharp contrast against the dull light provided by a small bulb. My hands were shoved into my pockets, the cold reaching them no matter what I seemed to do. It was early enough for it to only be a slight chill- but the wind didn't help.

I was anxious, messing with the edge of the ring that hung around my neck by a silver chain. The blue stone was rigid and left and odd indentation on my palm if I dared to press any harder.

"Will you calm down?" Stefan asked me, his knuckles close to pressing on the door "I can practically smell your anxiety."

"Cute," I scoffed, shaking my head "I don't like this whole dinner party thing."

"Why not?" he asked softly, his hand dropping to his side as he focused his full attention on me. His jacket hugged him tightly, his green eyes reflecting the light perfectly. "You're not one to back down from a social gathering."

"No, I'm not." I let out a small sigh. "Bonnie makes me nervous. She's a Bennett, and Elena is so hell bent on us being friends."

"What would be so bad about that?" Stefan cocked his head to the side "turn on that charm and get her to trust you. We could use a witch on our side, and she could use some guidance."

Our conversation was cut short, my heart pounding against my chest slightly as the door opened. Elena's whole house smelled like warm vanilla and pesto sauce. It smelled like home- any home really. Her little brother Jeremy stood in the doorway. He smelled a little less like home and a little more like weed.

"Elena," he looked the two of us over as he called for his sister "your friends are here."

He didn't hear a response for a few more seconds. Jeremy's brown eyes rolled as he stepped aside "Come on in."

We thanked him in a muffled way before stepping past the threshold of the house. That was always a source of fear for me- especially in a new town. It was hard to get through people's doorway when they weren't very inviting.

Stefan raised his eyebrows and messed with the flowers in his hand, gesturing that he was going to head towards the kitchen. Jeremy continued to stare at me as the taller guy walked away. "Your name is Rowan, right?"

I knit my eyebrows together, lifting my chin slightly. Jeremy had never spoken more than a few words to me. We passed each other in the hallway once or twice. He was a constant source of drama for his sister, though.

"You found Vicki on the roof the other night." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I-I wanted to thank you for that. I don't' really know what's gotten into her. All that talk about vampires and stuff."

I gave him a small smile, my eyes moving towards the edge of one walkway that I assumed lead to their living room. Elena was pressed against the wall, watching our conversation with confusion and intent.

"It was no problem really," I responded. His smile widened as he dipped his head and started to walk back up the stairs, taking the strong scent of weed with him. Jeremy seemed nice enough- he just looked like he got caught up with the wrong type of people.

"I'm glad you're socializing with my brother," Elena smirked, grasping me by the elbow as she started to pull me through her hallway. I tensed slightly as she lead me to the kitchen. Stefan wasn't anywhere to be seen, but Bonnie was. She glanced up from her task of cutting a few carrots.

"You're not going to let either of us leave this kitchen until we talk, are you?"

"Nope." Elena beamed, shoving me forward a bit. "Dinner is in fifteen. Hopefully you two will join us."

I could hear her muffled footsteps and Stefan's distant voice as she walked away. Over all of that, I heard Bonnie angrily pressing the edge of a knife into a bright orange carrot. She kept her gaze on me for a few seconds as I pressed my fingertips into the side of the kitchen island.

"Bonnie, I don't know what I did to make you uncomfortable around me." She set the knife down, shifting her stance. Her eyes were on mine, the color such a light brown they were almost green.

"It was nothing you did, Ro." She sighed, shaking her head "it... It was something I felt."

"Something you felt?" I raised a brow "I-I'm not sure I really follow."

Of course I followed. This was typical when it came to new witches. They could feel every single emotion that had been brewing inside of a vampire as soon as their skin touched. It didn't always happen, but when it did there was a lot of space between the two parties involved.

"When I touched you I-"she hesitated "I felt what I can only describe as death. You were cold, and it was painful and, god, I sound like an asshole but it's all I can think about when I'm around you."

I stared at her for a moment, my jaw clenched and my stance rigid. She was waiting for me to say something, to say anything. "Okay. So let me get this straight. You don't like me because you get a feeling whenever you touch me?"

"No, I mean- not since then. It was only that once." She scratched her elbow "It's stupid. I'm being irrational."

"I don't think you are." I shrugged, her eyes widening as her head whipped up "I mean, your Grams did say you were descended from witches right? Maybe she's not too far off from the truth. Of course, I'm kind of bummed you feel like you're in a coffin when you touch me but-"

She wrapped her arms quickly around me, her embrace tight as I was quick to move my own arms around her waist. She pulled away from me after a few seconds "Thank you,"

"For what?" I chuckled softly shaking my head.

"For not hating me."

Elena was curled up against Stefan's side, her head resting on his chest as we all shared random conversation. It was getting late, the four of us enjoying each other's company. Elena was messing with Stefan's ring, the pads of her fingers pressing softly against the Salvatore emblem. She glanced my way as the topic of the Lockwood's drifted off.

"Why do you guys both have the same type of rings?" She asked, knitting her eyebrows together.

My hand went reflexively towards the ring hanging around my neck "This? Mine's an old family heirloom. It was passed down from some of the original settlers in Mystic Falls."

"Mine too," Stefan adjusted his position on the couch. "I suppose it's just and odd coincidence."

Elena let out a small huff, her focus seeming to drain quickly away from the subject just as soon as a loud knock came at the door. I moved my eyes warily towards the lobby. Elena pulled herself away from the just as confused Stefan.

"I wonder who that could be." She mumbled as she stood, Stefan tensed, shooting me an odd glance as we all seemed to stand up. I could feel Bonnie's heat against the side of my arm as we all huddled together next to a wall, hoping that Elena wouldn't catch a glance of us as we kept quiet.

The door creaked slightly as it opened, my heart hitting the edge of my chest as Damon's icy blue eyes met mine. He gave me a small smile as Caroline held up a store bought cake. Stefan tensed his jaw clenching as the blonde spoke.

"Bonnie said you were having dinner, so we brought dessert!" She stepped through the threshold of the house, Damon staring expectantly. "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Elena cocked her head to the side apprehensively. "Damon, come on in."

She glanced back at us, shocked to see all three of her previous dinner guests huddled together in a giant ball of anxiety. I could practically smell it pouring off Bonnie. She may be getting a little more comfortable with Stefan and I, but Damon was another story.

In a few moments, all six of us were crowded around the living room. Stefan was tense and didn't cuddle up to Elena as he had been doing moments ago,. She kept one hand on his knee though, just in case.

"So Elena," Damon shifted his position on the couch next to Caroline. His leather jacket making an odd noise "I saw you cheering today."

"Yeah," She spoke cautiously, Bonnie shooting me an odd glanced as we watched the interaction in awe. "I'm just getting back into it."

"Mmhm," Caroline spoke up "She used to be really good. Then the accident happened and everything kinda changed."

"Caroline-"Bonnie's voice filled the room as I cocked my head to the side "We don't have to talk about this right now."

"No it's fine," Damon started to speak again, "Stefan and I are very accustomed to loss. Isn't that right, Brother?"

Stefan tensed up, his jaw clenching as my own breath caught in my throat. Katherine. He was talking about Katherine. His crystalline eyes met mine, a bit of a taunt behind them. He spoke carefully as if he knew exactly what the mention of her would to do me.

I stayed still. He didn't deserve a reaction, nor was I going to give him one. That didn't seem to deflate his large ego though, Bonnie standing up from her seat. The whole room was in an awkward haze, Elena a bit foggy from the mention of her parents. She was quiet, but not quiet enough to ignore Stefan's stance.

"Let's not talk about that right now, Damon." He nearly growled, my own tension moving through me as Damon's dark eyes met mine.

"I'm going to head to the bathroom," I stood quickly, breaking the awkward silence for a few seconds as Elena gave me a relieved look for a slight rescue.

"It's down the hall to your right." She stood, grasping her plate from the side table. I could tell that she was easily ready for this night to end. The whole room seeming to shift as I thanked her and found the small room. It was kept neat. The room decorated in red.

I stared in the mirror for a few seconds. The fan sounding above me. It drowned out a lot, my thoughts straying towards exactly what Damon wanted to talk about. I looked like her. My hair the same hazel, my eyes dark and deep. I used to spend hours just staring. Staring to see if my appearance resembled hers in any way. It did.

"Who were you talking about earlier?" I could hear Elena speak over the rest of the noise in the house. Bonnie was scolding Caroline in the living room- Stefan nowhere in my range of hearing. I pressed my palm against the inside of the door, opening it carefully and silently.

"Mm," Damon mumbled. Stefan was standing against the wall in the hallway. His eyebrows knit together as he listened to his brother speak. He quickly grasped my wrist, pulling me close to him. He smelled of coffee and mint. An odd yet enticing combination. "Katherine, a love we both shared.

"Oh," Elena said, they sounded like they were drying dishes "What happened to her? If you don't mind me asking."

"She died, a fire that happened a while ago." Damon swallowed roughly "We both fell in love with her, but I'm sure Stefan's story will differ from mine. So I'll spare you the details."

There was a bit of silence before Elena spoke "I'm so sorry." She whispered.

"Oh, don't apologize to me." I tensed, I could feel Stefan's grasp on my wrist, my jaw clenched hard enough for a subtle ache to form. "Rowan is the one who really suffered."

"Rowan?" confusion was laced into Elena's voice "Why Rowan?"

"Katherine was her sister." Damon feigned shock "She didn't tell you?"

I could feel a deep anger boil up behind my chest. No. No I hadn't told her. I had no intention of telling her anything from my past- no matter how important. I needed Elena to trust me, and Damon had just shattered whatever we may have built up.

"She didn't." I could hear the pain in her voice, Stefan's grasp tighter as she spoke "I-I'm sorry, but could you excuse me for a moment?"

Damon must have nodded, Elena's footfalls moving quickly as she stepped in front of Stefan and I in the hallway, her eyes clouded over in pain and confusion. Her gaze met mine, one tear moving past her cheek as I opened my mouth to speak. Nothing came out.

"Don't." She whispered roughly, holding her hand up as I pressed my back closer to the wall when she walked past. I could hear the smug laugh of Damon in the other room. He found this amusing, all of this was amusing.

A deep growl moved past my lips as I tore my hand away from Stefan. Elena's kitchen was different from earlier, the mess all cleaned up as Damon leaned against the island, a smug look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Ro. Was Elena not supposed to know about Kitty Kat?" he knit his eyebrows together, his tone haunting. I could feel his leather jacket between my fingertips as I grasped his collar roughly.

"You think this is a game, don't you?" I snarled. "You think her life is a game?"

"You're the one treating her like a pawn."

"How dare you- "I stared to speak, the sound of Bonnie clearing her throat made me glance over to her and Caroline. The two of them stood in the doorway, looks of confusion etched across their faces. I moved back quickly, that damn look returning to Damon's face as I stepped away.

"Watch yourself." I mumbled, straightening his jacket out before turning on my heel to leave. If we weren't in the middle of some fucked up dinner party I would have ripped his heart out. Even if it wasn't the most rational way of thinking.

I needed to clear my head, get out of this house. It was suddenly too hot in here, the girls mumbling behind me as Caroline probably rushed to Damon's aid. The night was significantly cooler than the rest of the house, my whole body seeming to collapse on Elena's front steps.

I was silent for a few moments, my head in my hands as my mind raced. There was no way I could deny any of this now. One secret had unraveled already, the rest probably following soon. My full intention of coming to this town was to keep my association with the Salvatore's at an minimum.

"Why'd you lie?" Elena's voice pressed against my eardrum. I glanced up, she was sitting on the railing. I hadn't even noticed her. The girls hair blew softly in the wind as she pressed her knees to her chest. She didn't bother looking at me.

I was silent for a few more seconds as I let out a long breath. "Don't you get tired of the looks?" I asked, my mind swirling as she gave me an odd glance, finally taking the time to stare. "The one where they kind of cock their head to the side and let out some type of noise."

"Like they're sorry."

"Like they're sorry" I echoed "They're not. It's just an obligation that they feel necessary to say. And I got tired of it. Tired of being the girl who got her sister killed."

Elena swung her feet of the edge of the porch wall. "You what?"

"It was my fault." I lifted my chin, "Stefan had been dating Katherine for a while... and so had Damon."

"They both Did?"

"of sorts," I swallowed roughly "My parents had always trusted me to guide Kat. To make sure she was okay. But I had my own life, you know? It wasn't my job to watch her. But the split second I didn't."

I trailed off. I didn't think I needed to finish the story. There was enough emotion seeping through my words for Elena to figure the rest out. "It wasn't your job to watch over her like that, Ro."

"It was though," I let out a small sigh, running hand through my hair "She was my little sister, Elena. I loved her and so did the Salvatore's. So did my parents. I left because none of them would ever forgive me."

She was silent for a few seconds, her breath forming in front of her lips. It was getting colder, her deep brown eyes focused only on the mailbox at the end of her driveway. "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Forgive yourself." She asked, finally glancing my way "Do you forgive yourself for letting your guard down?"

I swallowed, messing with the hem on the edge of my jacket. That was never something I could fake my way through. I didn't know how to answer her for a few moments, my breath shaky. "No, I suppose I don't."

"I don't either." She whispered, "For that stupid party. For that stupid bridge, and that stupid night... but it's part of who we are, you know?"

"I know," I sighed, "I know."

#Tvd #Vampire Diaries #gxg

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darkwaterspromoblog-blog · 8 years ago

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Name: Lydia Stephanie Martin Age: 24 Birthday: March 31, 1992 Birthplace: Mystic Falls, Virginia Occupation: Bioengineer at Whitmore hospital Family: Matthew Donovan (half brother), Riley McCall (son) Species: Banshee Playby: Holland Roden Availability: Open

▼ SPECIES STATISTICS

Banshee

Date bitten: April 26, 2008

Bitten by: Unknown Alpha

▼ SOMETHING WICKED

Lydia Martin was born and raised in Mystic Falls as the daughter of Trevor Martin and Kelly Donovan, along with her half siblings Victoria Donovan and Matthew Donovan. She’s been best friends with Caroline Forbes, Elena Gilbert and Bonnie Bennett ever since she was six years old and during her sophomore year of high school, she also became best friends with Allison Argent, who had just moved to Mystic Falls. Growing up, Lydia never spent a lot of time with her parents and could usually be found with friends instead. She’d never had a close bond with her mother and father, but that had never bothered the young girl. Her mother, Kelly Donovan, already had a family with her husband, but slept with Lydia’s father one night. This caused an uproar within the Donovan household and resulted in Lydia rarely ever seeing her mother. Then again, her half siblings never saw their mother either since she was always gone and left her children to fend for themselves. Unlike Vicki and Matt however, Lydia still had her father who she lived with as a child, but she was never really close with her half siblings. Lydia’s father remarried when she was just six years old, but when Lydia started high school at age fourteen, the two decided to get a divorce. She’d never told anyone how the divorce truly made her feel and simply pretended she was fine with it. The only person who knew how she really felt was Caroline, whose parents divorced two years later as well, prompting the girls to become closer than they had been before. For a long time, Lydia pretended to be the stereotypical high school girl, when in reality, she was surprisingly intelligent, excelling in math and science. Lydia pretended to be a shallow version of herself, just because she was under the impression that if she acted like most other typical girls at her school, she’d fit right in. Having to go through high school as a nobody was the most terrifying thing to her and she wanted to prevent that from happening. Though Lydia, along with Allison, often supported Caroline, Elena and Bonnie by attending football games, watching their friends as they were cheerleaders. Months before Elena’s death, Lydia was bitten by an unknown Alpha werewolf who attacked her in the woods one night. For months, she wondered what had happened and it wasn’t until Elena had died that she realized she’d become a banshee. Right before Elena died, Lydia sensed that her friend would die, but she didn’t realize it at the time and she still feels guilty to this day that she hadn’t been able to do anything to prevent Elena from dying. She’d always been very sexually active ever since she started high school, never wanting a steady boyfriend and only looking for hookups. It wasn’t until her junior year of high school that things changed for Lydia. She’d seen the drama with Tyler Lockwood and Vicki, which was a lot to take in. Mystic Falls had started to change ever since the arrival of Damon Salvatore and Stefan Salvatore and things were getting pretty crazy. While Lydia had never been close to Tyler, she somehow felt for the guy. She grew up with him and had known him ever since she was six, knowing how alike their personalities were.

Though she was well aware of the fact that just like Lydia herself, Tyler used his bold behavior as a shield to protect himself. She knew that Tyler was just pretending after Vicki’s death and that he needed someone to be there for him after losing someone he felt close to. She’d been pretending to be shallow for so long and she knew that Tyler had been doing the very same thing for a long time. Both Lydia and Tyler had been pretending to the outside world, but deep down, they needed someone to understand them too. Deciding to finally open up to someone, Lydia approached Tyler and helped him through the difficult time that followed after Vicki died. The two dated on and off until Lydia graduated from high school and Tyler was pursuing a career as a police officer, just like his best friend and her half brother Matt. He somehow still felt like he wasn’t good enough for her and he wanted her to be happy, so Tyler, wanting to be a better person, set Lydia free. The breakup still lingered inside of her mind after it happened, but now that she was done with high school, she knew she had to focus on college. Lydia had always been interested in bioengineering, which was what she wanted to pursue, enrolling at Whitmore college and rooming with her best friend Caroline until she graduated at age twenty two. Since then, Lydia has been working at Whitmore hospital as a bioengineer, moving on with her life and trying to find happiness. During her college years, Lydia became close friends with Scott McCall, supporting his dream to become a veterinarian and even helping him with schoolwork. Scott soon became one of her best friends, someone she trusted with her life because she knew he’d always be there. In return, Scott supported Lydia’s dream to become a bioengineer and it wasn’t until a couple of months ago that the two got drunk to celebrate the fact that Scott was graduating soon. It turned into something more though, with Scott and Lydia ending up in bed together that night and with Lydia becoming pregnant with his baby. She was afraid to tell him about it, since she knew that he was about to start his career as a veterinarian, so she kept her pregnancy a secret. However, when Lydia started to show, Scott grew suspicious and questioned her about it, but she told him that the baby wasn’t his. She told him that she’d slept with Jordan Parrish around the time she’d also had sex with Scott and that he wasn’t the father. Lydia never told Scott that she wanted him to be happy too and that that was why she lied about who the baby’s father really was. After their son Riley McCall was born, Lydia finally told Scott the truth, but he was anything but happy. In fact, Scott told her that he never wanted to see the girl again and that he just wanted joint custody of his son. Scott knows that their son also has the werewolf gene and that if he takes a life some day, he’ll trigger his curse. Scott wants to do whatever he can to protect his son from the dangers of being a werewolf and from the dangers of Mystic Falls. He knows he was harsh with Lydia when he said he never wanted to see her again and misses having her in his life.

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Matthew Donovan

Lydia has known Matt ever since she was little and the two are half siblings. The two were never that close before Vicki died, but after that event, Matt realized that Lydia was the only family he had left. He knows a lot about her on and off again relationship with his best friend Tyler and now that Lydia has a son, Matt feels more protective of her and the baby. Lydia feels like maybe she can establish an even closer relationship with Matt now that she has a newborn baby that he cares about a lot.

Tyler Lockwood

Lydia and Tyler dated for about two years, but he somehow didn’t feel good enough for her, leading to them breaking up. They haven’t really spoken ever since and Tyler only recently found out that Lydia had a baby with someone else. He’s not sure how he feels about it, but Lydia misses having Tyler in her life and wants to see if she can have him back in it again.

Scott McCall

Lydia never knew that Scott had a crush on Allison because he never once told her about it, all while he was one of her best friends. Right before he would finish college, they got drunk and ended up in bed together, with Lydia ending up pregnant and giving birth to his son. Scott’s been furious with her for lying about who the father was, but he misses having her in his life and wants to protect both her and Riley.

Jordan Parrish

Jordan has known Lydia ever since he came to Mystic Falls when they were both twenty one. The two have been friends ever since and Jordan’s been by her side when he found out that Lydia was pregnant. He didn’t expect her to tell Scott he was the father of their baby, but to help her out, he let Scott believe he was the father of Lydia’s child. Now that the baby is born, Jordan’s become even more protective of her and Riley, which Lydia greatly appreciates and she’s extremely thankful to have him in her life, looking out for her and her son.

Caroline Forbes

Lydia has been best friends with Caroline ever since Caroline was five years old and Lydia was six, both of them having been popular during their time in high school together. The girls have been inseparable ever since they were little and Caroline has been there for Lydia through the girl’s relationship with Tyler, usually offering a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on.

Stefan Salvatore

Stefan met Lydia after he returned to Mystic Falls and as time went on, the two grew closer. Whenever she had problems with Tyler, Stefan offered her a shoulder to cry on as well as a listening ear. He knew that she also had Caroline there for her, but Stefan could see things from a guy’s perspective, which was what Lydia needed from time to time. Now that she has a newborn son, Stefan’s been looking out for Lydia and the baby, wanting to keep them both safe.

Alina Volkov

It has become clear to Alina what Lydia is and she feels that maybe she can use Lydia’s banshee powers to her own advantage. After all, Lydia can sense when someone is close to death, so why not use that to ensure her son’s safety? She doesn’t want anything to happen to him, or to herself, so keeping a banshee close is probably a good idea. Of course, Lydia’s not about to help a total stranger, someone she actually feels quite wary about. Who is this woman and why is she suddenly approaching her?

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#lydia martin #lydia martin rp #holland roden #teen wolf #teen wolf rp

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kevinssecretplace4547 · 10 years ago

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i get the feeling bonnie's gonna sacrifice herself to make sure damon gets back home but kai doesn't

#bamon #bonnie bennett #damon salvatore #tvd #because that's a very typical bonnie bennett move #especially now that she's admitted she thinks there's still hope for damon #and you know now that they're in hubby wifey status

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darkwaterspromoblog-blog · 8 years ago

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▼ NOW PRESENTING

Name: Lydia Stephanie Martin Age: 24 Birthday: March 14, 1992 Birthplace: Mystic Falls, Virginia Occupation: Bioengineer at Whitmore hospital Family: Matthew Donovan (half brother), Riley McCall (son) Species: Banshee Playby: Holland Roden Availability: Open

▼ SPECIES STATISTICS

Banshee

Date bitten: March 30, 2008

Bitten by: Unknown Alpha

▼ SOMETHING WICKED

▼ TANGLED WEBS

Matthew Donovan

Tyler Lockwood

Scott McCall

Jordan Parrish

Caroline Forbes

Stefan Salvatore

▼ PLOT || CHARACTERS || APPLY || FAQ/ASK

#lydia martin #lydia martin rp #holland roden #teen wolf #teen wolf rpg

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darkwaterspromoblog-blog · 8 years ago

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▼ NOW PRESENTING

▼ SPECIES STATISTICS

Banshee

Date bitten: March 30, 2008

Bitten by: Unknown Alpha

▼ SOMETHING WICKED

▼ TANGLED WEBS

Matthew Donovan

Tyler Lockwood

Scott McCall

Jordan Parrish

Caroline Forbes

Stefan Salvatore

▼ PLOT || CHARACTERS || APPLY || FAQ/ASK

#lydia martin #lydia martin rp #holland roden #teen wolf #teen wolf rpg

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