#maybe you deserve better

[bonnie-sheila-bennett]

Another Bonkai Fanart, my fiancee draw. It's a AU Story from one of our RPs. Just in case if you wonder why there is a Spotify running in the background.

[bonnie-sheila-bennett]

Just true

sorry I got mad about the way a fictional tv character was treated. it’ll happen again

[hinamie]

mentor

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Yeah I don't think I'll pick jjk up again. Not my thing...

[monkeybebop]

Jesse Pinkman come home the kids miss u…

[bonnie-sheila-bennett]

Wish this would have been real.. Thank you for this awesome alternate scene.

#Bonkai - Still loving the way he looks at her in this scene - hell, in this entire episode. There’s a slight smile he does at the end. This is proof that Kat Graham is a great actress: Only a strong woman wouldn’t be blushing with a man that hot smiling and starting at them like that. Good lord. I would have fainted.

Play the song at the end as you think of Bonnie and Kai….

KAI AND BONNIE SNOW SCENE

(How it should have gone … using some of the original dialogue)

Kai: You have really nice palms.

Bonnie: [Looks up into his eyes, then shakes her head and continues chanting the spell.]

Kai: I…I meant to say hands. Sorry. I’m a little nervous.

Bonnie: You, nervous? [Chuckles] That would actually make sense if you weren’t the one who put me through Hell.

Kai: [Inhales deeply, trying not to roll his eyes] Bonnie, Do you know why I’m here? Why I’m really here.

Bonnie: Maybe you have some sick, twisted need to –

Kai: [Kai takes one step closer to her. Bonnie backs up a step and glares at him. Kai pauses for a moment, holding up his hands to assure her he’s not going to touch her] I’m here because my guilt keeps me up at night. I don’t – I don’t expect you to believe me, but I need you to give me another chance.

Bonnie: A chance to do what, torture me again?

Kai: No, Bonnie: A chance to earn your trust; your respect.

[Bonnie shakes her head, stepping back again, not realizing that she’s almost backing into a tree]

Bonnie: How? How could I do that? How could I ever do that?

Kai: Well, if you don’t think I’m capable of change, why spend an entire day with me?

Bonnie: Because maybe you’re right. Maybe deep down there’s a part of me that believes there’s a sliver of good in you.

Kai: Or, maybe it’s something else? [Bonnie looks nervous, like he’s about to discover her plan.]

Bonnie: [Nervously] Like what?

Kai: Like maybe if you can forgive Damon, and Stefan and Caroline for all the people they’ve killed and for all the wrong they’ve done, then maybe you can forgive me too.

Bonnie: Why is my opinion, my forgiveness so important to you anyway?

[Kai steps closer. Bonnie now has nowhere to go. Camera pans in to show the knife she is slowly pulling out from behind her.]

[Camera angle returns to Kai reaching up with his right hand to stroke her cheek as snow falls in his hair and on her eyelashes. She appears stunned. Camera pans back to her grip tightening on the knife, but she doesn’t pull it out. She’s frozen in place.]

[Camera pans in for a close up of Kai, who leans in quickly to kiss her on the lips before she can stop him. Her eyes are wide with shock at first. Camera cuts to wider angle her holding up the knife as he kisses her softly for what seems like forever. She puts the knife back in its hiding place as her eyes close. He backs away, waiting for her to do something. She’s still shocked.]

Kai: That’s why.

[Camera cuts to Bonnie. She holds up both hands, using magic to hurl him backwards into a tree. Kai falls to the ground, a soft chuckle erupting from his lips as he stands.]

Kai: That hurt.

Bonnie: Good.

Kai: Still [Brushing the snow off of his jacket] It was worth it.

[FADE TO BLACK]

[shanastoryteller]

i know spn hates good writing and also sam, but the dumpster fire of s4 really could have been salvaged if they'd just played ruby and castiel straight

by which i mean

ruby should have been one of the good guys (honestly it feels like the writers changed their minds last second regarding her anyway)

castiel should have been the villain (which, let's be clear, he totally was)

the point of this is that it would force dean to confront his own bullshit and maybe figure himself out, which not only would have been good television but would have been satisfying to me, personally

sam's problem is that he wants there to be a good equal to every evil. that he believes goodness exists even where it doesn't, that he always wants to give things a chance, that he always has hope. they sound like good traits, up until they're used against him. they reach the station of angels are bad eventually, but it should have been more immediate and visceral, that there is no greater good here. sam should have had this knocked out of him, which would have shattered him in way, to lose this thing he's depended on his whole life, but it really would have hammered home that it's choices that really do matter, not circumstances

dean's problem is always that he sees monsters as monsters with no grey area, that sam always has to play his moral center the second anything becomes complicated. then he goes to hell, breaks, tortures innocents, and an angel yanks him out and tells him that he's a righteous man

dean desperately desperately wants this to be true

because it's sam who they had to look out for, sam who was destined to go darkside, sam with the demon blood

dean doesn't have that excuse

he's just a human man with a hunger for violence who never learned to curb his appetite. who was instead pushed to gorging himself on it, who is left broken and desperate and angry by what he did to save himself. his whole life, his whole self perception for thirty years, was about protecting innocents. then he betrays that in hell. do you think he kept count? how many innocents he destroyed against how many he saved? the day it equaled out, do you think he wished he could weep?

dean is so unbelievably messed up by hell. not the torture he endured, that's barely a blip, but the torture he inflicted is what haunts him

so he needs for sam to be the bad guy

he's using his powers, he's hanging out with demons, he's drinking demon blood. he's the monster. he's inhuman

(he's using his powers and hanging out with demons and drinking demon blood and still he's doing less harm than dean, still he's trying to save people. dean can't accept this, because he can't be the rotten one. he'll forgive sam anything, but never himself, so it has to be sam. because he can fix sam, he'll always love his brother, so if he's evil there's stil a path forward there. but if it's dean? if he's the one going evil? sam's left him before. why would he stay now? if dean is the one going darkside then he loses everything. himself. his brother. it has to be sam)

dean is projecting all his own shit onto sam because he can't deal with any of it, which is why he treats sam like shit, why he treats him in a way that he's never treated him before. it's how he treats himself. and sam has no idea what to do with this, is left reeling and hurt and broken himself by dean doing this to him. sam never thought dean would leave him to die in the panic room, because dean wouldn't, not the dean he's known his whole life, not the dean that loves him. not alone.

but dean would do that to himself. and since sam is his proxy for himself, it's what he does to sam, but sam doesn't know that so all he feels is the weight of betrayal and grief and rage

isn't it funny, almost? the demons brought sam back just as he was, exactly the same. the angels bring back dean but he's not the same. dean comes back wrong, comes back different. but no one wants to say that. to deal with it

having ruby be evil and castiel venerated justifies all of dean's spiraling, all of his punishment. he was right all along, sam was the problem, don't you see?

boring

ruby stays loyal to sam, a demon who chooses something different, who chooses the boy with the demon blood because there's something compelling about sam winchester, as tempting as the apple before eve, and ruby didn't get where she is by knowing better

(remember when sam pulled all the psychic kids together, acted as leader, and resisted azazel? there is a leader in sam, a compassion in him, that azazel had to cheat in order to beat. and if ruby can show him how to win against demons then-)

castiel let sam out of the panic room. he's following orders, because that's his job, and damn the consequences. this should have been seen as the act of betrayal and evil that it was, castiel proving he was never really on their side at all, never on the side of preventing harm. it also would have made his redemption arc mean something, it would have given castiel a lot more to work with if they'd had to really bring him back over

ruby realizes too late what killing lilith means. tries to stop sam, but now that she's here it's too late, kill or be killed. sam accepts that, is willing to die rather than start the apocalypse. but then dean is there, and he can't watch his brother die again, he just can't. so he kills lilith to save dean, when he would have been willing to die himself

ruby gets them out of there. they discover what castiel did, that he pushed forward the apocalypse rather than prevented it

this breaks dean. he finally snaps, but it's good, because everything he'd used to shore himself up before had been terrible and rotted and corrosive

a righteous man is not a good man. dean is forced to confront everything he's done in hell, and after he'd gotten back, everything he put sam through, how he left him in that panic room and almost killed him, how he's treated him for the past year. how it was a demon who tried to help in the end and an angel that damned them

and how sam saved him anyway, damn the consequences

we should have returned to what the show had been building up to from the beginning - that sam loves his brother enough to do terrible things and dean has no idea how to deal with that

so we've got sam and dean on the run with ruby, castiel's slower and much juicier redemption arc, and dean having to pick up the pieces of himself while sam tries to figure out how he gets them out this mess. and sam's guilt is justified here, his aching sense of responsibility, because this time he kills lilith knowing it'll free lucifer. he makes that choice, for dean. and he's determined to fix it

just. demon blood tainted sam and turncoat ruby trying to save the world. the angels trying to end it. all while dean finally accepts the crushing guilt of what he's done and starts to work through it, starts to work on becoming the brother sam lost, on once more being the steady thing sam can hold onto no matter what it takes, because sam choosing him reminds him of something he'd told himself he forgot

he doesn't want to be a righteous man, a torturer, a demon, a victim, a martyr

he just wants to be sam's brother. the one he looks up to, depends on, loves

he wants what he's always wanted

to feel worthy of his little brother's affection

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finarfin Fades.

No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.

He’s so tired.

He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.

His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.

Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.

So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.

He sits. He waits.

And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.

…at least he’s smiling again.

[veryintricaterituals]

What we (Guillermo) wanted:

What we (Guillermo) got:

[cryptidotter]

A great tragedy of The Locked Tomb that isn't often talked about is that there is no candidate among the cast capable of fixing Ianthe with the power of love or friendship or even good parenting. She's got no options. Even Abigail had an idgaf attitude towards her. Poor girl is doomed to be like That forever

[shorthaltsjester]

the mighty nein - critical role

this is a place where i don't feel alone. this is a place where i feel at home.

[patchkin]

[blissfulrain12]

Do you ever think about how Jimmy verbally abused Curly in front of the whole crew and no one did a thing to stop him? Do you ever think about how confident Jimmy must have been that no one would help Curly to casually abuse him in front of others?

Do you ever think about how only Curly carries the title of enabler and just as bad as Jimmy for failing to act?

[jinprint]

"was that its name?"

rewatching the acolyte (well, parts of it) and i am currently obsessed with reading into the dialogue with a slightly different perspective. like during jecki's death:

sol: jecki!

the stranger: was that its name?

sol: she was a child.

the stranger [shrugging]: you brought her here.

the first time i watched this scene, i totally thought qimir called jecki "it" at first just to be a dick. but it really speaks to the fact that qimir finds the jedi's values and philosophies to be inherently broken.

was jecki a soldier or a kid? pick one. was she a tool or a child? if she was the latter, why would you bring her here to hunt down a criminal that already killed two masters? obviously this is not a person who will hesitate to kill jedi.

you treated her it like a tool, and now you see the consequences of that unfold right before you; hence qimir makes a point of this. (also interesting to wonder how this could tie into his backstory with vernestra)

why would you bring a kid there? is it the enemy's fault when you choose to bring a child to the battlefield? is the enemy really responsible for her death, or you?

referring to jecki as "it" is, i think, a jab at the jedi for treating their padawan as tools, for choosing specific moments to humanize them or weaponize them (perhaps as his master did to him?) it's not because he didn't see her as a person—it's because he doesn't believe that the jedi truly did.

"the jedi live in a dream... an acolyte kills the dream."

but that's just my two cents.

[bonnie-sheila-bennett]

Forgot to share this 🫢🫣 shame on me.. Thank you for this new Bonkai masterpiece

You Made a Choice to Be Good

kai parker x bonnie bennett

summary: a kidnapping has an unexpected outcome… bonnie never thought she'd come to an understanding with the crazy sociopath in town, let alone sleep with him.

tags: kidnapping, magic / spells / siphoning, cheerleading uniform kink, mentions of past child abuse & childhood trauma, desk sex, classroom sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, minor foot stuff / touching, sexual inexperience, loss of virginity, unsafe / unprotected sex, minor biting, facials, enemies to lovers, second chances

word count: 7k

a/n: i'm very aware this is (1) a bonenzo title, and (2) enzo's fantasy being incorporated, but idc i'm using it for bonkai!! the cheerleader thing just fits kai so much better!!

@bonnie-sheila-bennett here's one of the cheerleader fantasy fics! the other i'm still working on, and to everyone who's requested other fics, i promise i'm working on them!! i've been so slow lately. 😭

It takes Bonnie a second to realize where she is. There’s a slight ache in her head and her vision is blurry, but if she’s not mistaken, she recognizes the room as her consciousness returns. Particularly, the colors; the green chalkboard taking up most of the front wall, the brown wooden desk a little to the left; the white exposed from what’s not covered in posters. She’s in an old classroom in Mystic Falls’ high school. 

After that realization, shock wakes her up pretty fast. She has no memory of how she got here and racks her brain to remember the last thing she did. She was in her dorm. She was asleep. She felt something warm around her abdomen… and then it was lights out.

Fear floods through her and she reaches for her phone. Only… her hands seem to be tied around her back. 

“Oh my god,” she mutters. Should she call for help? Or would that just alert her kidnapper that she’s awake? Thoughts race through her head before she can remember she’s a witch, and a very powerful one, at that. One word and the chains should fly off and she can escape. “Frac-”

“Oh good!” A voice cuts her off. Its shadow stands in the hall. “You’re awake.”

Bonnie could recognize that voice anywhere. Her body freezes instantly. 

A heartbeat later, Kai comes into the classroom. His famous smirk is on his face and she hates it. 

“What do you want with me?! Why am I here?”

“Oh, Bonnie. Don’t you miss me?”

“Not a chance. Take me back.” She struggles against her chains, as if to signal to him to take them off. 

“Oh, don’t be dramatic. We spent two months together, and you don’t miss me even a little? I’m hurt.”

“Kai-”

“Fine! I stole you, I admit. You’re just too cute, I couldn’t help it!” He pinches her cheek, but not enough to hurt. 

“Don’t touch me.”

“Okay. Sorry.” He holds both hands up, imitating surrender.

“Why did you kidnap me, Kai? Why are we in my old high school?”

“I’ll answer both of those questions in due time. First, I wanna know if I uncuff you, will you try to escape?”

She stares at him incredulously. 

“Take that as a ‘no’, or?”

“What do you think?”

“Okay. Well, um… tell you this, if I uncuff you, and you don’t try to escape, I won’t have a reason to hurt you.” He places both hands on the desk and towers his figure over her. “I don’t want to hurt you, Bonnie, but I need you to listen to me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s important.”

She sighs. “Fine. I won’t try to escape.”

“Now that’s a good girl. Fractos!”

The chains come undone at once. Bonnie immediately stands up and glances towards the door. 

“Ah-ah-ah, don’t think about it.”

“Motus!” She yells, thrusting both hands at Kai. The boy doesn’t even flinch. Bonnie stares, half out of shock and half out of fear. “Motus!” She tries again.

“Yeah, about that… I kinda siphoned your magic last night. That’s how I was able to get you here. It might take a while to regenerate.”

She glares at him. “No…”

“Yeah,” he clicks his tongue. 

Bonnie then tries a desperate sprint to the door, but gets pushed back by a boundary spell over the entryway. “No!” She yells again.

“You told me you wouldn’t try to escape. Naughty girl.”

“What do you want with me?!”

“All in good time. For now, I just want you to behave.”

“I don’t have time for this! I have to- have to-”

“Help Damon? Get to 1903? Free Lily? Yeah, I don’t think so.” Kai starts to stalk towards her. “See, as much as I love chaos, there was a reason Lily was locked up. She was a ripper, Bonnie, and I doubt her closet full of crazy-pants are any better.”

“Like that’s any different from yourself. Maybe we should lock you up… oh wait.”

Kai chuckles coldly. “Ha ha. Don’t you see I’m trying to keep you safe? Keep your friends safe? Lily here would be a disaster. Two Salvatores in this town are enough.”

“So what? You kidnap me? For how long do you plan to keep me here?”

“As long as I need to.”

“And what? Are we just gonna stare at each other? Draw shapes on the chalkboard? Wait for my magic to recover so I can kick your ass?”

“I’ve thought about that.” His smirk comes back and he holds a finger in the air. Kai makes his way towards the desk. “And while you were unconscious, I did some digging.”

Bonnie remains by the door. Her magic is faint; he siphoned most of it, but if she can keep him talking long enough, it’ll come back eventually. 

“Y’know, this school has a lot of stuff in it. I mean, a lot. In this desk alone, I found eight pencils, a slinky, a calculator that when flipped read “boobs” in numbers, a hairbrush, two things of lipgloss, and an unopened condom. And when I raided the principal’s office, boy, you couldn’t even imagine. But the most fun was when I went through the sports’ closet. They had all the retired uniforms from past years in there, and that’s when I remembered something - you were a cheerleader here! When I kidnapped Elena, I saw your picture in a frame; your team all gathered around. You all looked so cute and happy, but you, especially, were just adorable.” Kai’s hand disappears under the desk now. “What year did it say that you cheered? 2009? Yeah.” Her face pales as he pulls her old uniform out from its hidden spot. “Looked like this, right?”

Bonnie says nothing, but her face tells all.

“I’m going to take that as a ‘yes’.”

“Why do you care?”

“Why do I care? I just told you, Bonnie. You looked so cute in your little photo, and I happened to come across your old uniform. We’re here all alone with nothing to do. Everyone’s on break. So you might as well.”

“I might as well what?”

“Wear it.” She scoffs. “For me,” he adds, which doesn’t help his case. 

“I’m not doing that. Hell no.”

“Don’t be difficult, Bonnie.”

“I’m not doing it! Besides, who’s to say it’ll even fit me anymore?”

He eyes her figure and she immediately wishes she hadn’t said that. “Please, you’re still as small as you were back then. Your skirt might be a little shorter now, but I see that as a plus.”

She rolls her eyes. 

“Come on, Bonnie. Aren’t you even a little curious to see how it fits after a couple years?”

“No, and especially not with you around.”

“I’ll turn when you change.” He crosses his fingers. “Promise.”

She glares at him. “No. Now let me out; you’ve had your fun with me, and I have things to do.”

“We haven’t had any fun yet. You’ve only just woken up.”

“Kai-”

“I’m getting tired of asking. Either you give into what we both know is the best way to spend our time here, or I chain you back up. Which will it be?”

“Kai, I have to-”

“Tell you what,” he interrupts again, “you put it on, and we’ll explore the school together. It’ll be a fun little adventure. A break from the chaos that is our lives. Just two post-grads exploring old stomping grounds.”

“You didn’t even go to school here.”

“Missing the point, Bon. So are you gonna do it or not?”

“No. I-”

“Vodux,” he mutters. In an instant, she’s within arm’s length. Kai grabs her wrist and siphons what little magic has returned, then stares at her. “Which will it be?”

“Fine.” She bodies up to him despite the significant height difference. Kai smiles, and takes her bold posture as an invitation to glance down her shirt. It takes everything in her not to slap him. “Turn around.”

“Yes ma’am.”

To her surprise, he does. 

For a minute, she just stares at the clothes. The uniform is perched on the desk - Alaric’s old one, mind you - and a pair of white shoes sit beside it. She scoffs, realizing he took the time to assemble the whole thing.

“I don’t hear clothes dropping,” Kai says suddenly. 

She sighs, then finally reaches for the hem of her shirt. With anger, she rips it off and throws it at his back, making a whoosh sound before it hits him. He only chuckles. 

“Very tempting not to turn around right now.”

“Don’t you dare.” Thankfully, he stays still. 

Bonnie removes her shoes, then jeans, and knows he can hear the belt buckle that hits the floor. To avoid another comment from him, she speaks first. “So did you even go to high school? Or did your parents decide it was best to keep the freak indoors, away from the public eye?”

Kai laughs. “I went for a few years. Got kicked out in high school for an incident that wasn’t entirely my fault. But then my parents pulled Jo out, too, and they homeschooled both of us. Then they started pulling out and homeschooling the younger ones. It was easier to hide the coven when we were all under the same roof at all times.”

“What was the incident?”

“Huh?”

‘What got you expelled?”

“Oh.” Even with his back turned, she knows he’s smiling. “Got in a fight. Hey, he came at me first and I just finished the job.”

“Sure.”

“Believe what you want, Bonnie, I wasn’t always bad. My parents made me this way. Their anger at me for the way I was born. Their inability to accept the fact that I was still their own blood even though I was different. And it’s funny, they carried the gene and it just happened to appear in me! So you tell me if that’s really my fault.”

Bonnie doesn’t know how to answer. She even finds herself feeling a bit bad for the siphon, despite everything he’s done. There’s a lot of truth in his words. Still… he’s admitting them to her now because he’s kidnapped her… while forcing her to wear an old uniform, probably because of some nauseating kink he has. 

Kai then sighs. “Are you done? I haven’t heard anything for a while.”

“I’m tying the shoes.” She finishes the simple knot. “Done.”

He turns around immediately. Bonnie finds herself genuinely curious about his reaction. Will he like it or hate it? Will he make some vulgar comment, or force her out of it because he decides she looks bad? She’s a little anxious over the possibilities. 

Kai, however, is instantly smitten. If he were a cartoon character, his eyes would’ve turned to big, bulging hearts. Stars would’ve floated atop his head, and his tongue would be out, panting. But instead of that, Bonnie sees a look of lust in his eyes. His posture straightens and his gaze travels all over her form. 

She doesn’t know how to feel now. Admittedly, the man is hot. Never would she say such a thing out loud, but she can allow herself to think it. Before finding the newspaper in 1994, she probably would’ve even tried something with him. She definitely flirted a bit, and he did too, before Damon pried them apart, but if he hadn’t deserved his stay in 1994, she would’ve gladly climbed him like a tree. 

And now, she hates to say it, but his attention feels good. It makes her feel sexy. The fact that this man who seems to hate everyone and everything is downright infatuated with her… it makes her feel powerful. 

“Do you like it, or should I take it off?” She plays with the hem of her shirt.

“No!” He stutters. “I mean, yes, I like it. No, don’t take it off!” He gives himself a couple seconds to recover, then teases, “I knew it would fit you like a glove.”

It’s a little tighter in the breasts, and like Kai suspected, the skirt is a tiny bit shorter, but it still fits perfectly otherwise. “So what, are we exploring now? Or was that just a ploy to get me inside this thing?”

The man’s eyes light up like an excited boy’s. “You would want to?”

“I thought that’s what you said we’d do.”

“Well then come on,” he waves, “let’s explore.”

Kai takes the boundary down from the doorway, but Bonnie figures he has them up along every entry of the school. Besides, she has no magic with which to fight him, so she’s stuck with him until it recovers. 

“So show me where your classes were,” he starts, “what classes did you take in 2009?”

“Well we were just in Alaric’s classroom-”

“Ric’s? As in Josette’s boytoy, Ric?”

“That’s the one.” Bonnie ignores the way he calls his sister by her full name. She’s not even sure she knew that was her full name. “And over here,” she points, “I had my English class. Ric taught history. He came in after our old history teacher was murdered.”

“Who did it?”

Bonnie clicks her tongue as she remembers. “Damon, actually.”

“Classic Damon… killing all of the important people in this town and getting away scot-free.”

Bonnie ignores that too. “And over here, I had chemistry.” When Kai snickers, she shoots him a glare. “And the boy behind me used to flirt with me whenever I’d come into class.” His light expression quickly goes dark. Bonnie chuckles at his sudden change in demeanor. “What kind of classes did you take in high school?” She asks as they continue down the hall.

“Sophomore was my last year in formal public school, but…” he counts on his fingers, “English, history, art-”

“Home ec?” She questions.

“Nah. My father taught me how to cook, if that’s what you’re wondering.” It was. “Probably taught me so I wouldn’t starve when he inevitably sent me to a prison world. If he even cared, maybe he didn’t.”

She feels a little bit of sadness again, however strange, for him. 

“Anyway. Geometry - boy was I shit at that, economics, anatomy,” his eyes light up, “that’s when I learned that the spleen doesn’t really matter.”

Bonnie’s jaw drops. Her sympathy for him is so “one step forward, two steps back”. 

“I even took driver’s ed that year. Of course, my father didn’t want me to learn it, but it was a requirement by the school. Didn’t want me to be able to get out, now did he? Luckily, we only had one car, and if he wasn’t using it, it was locked with an alarm in the garage. And I, not surprisingly, had no magic to surpass the alarms.”

They continue down the hall like he hadn’t just info-dumped about both his abusive childhood and his violent past in a mere couple sentences. 

“So what was your principal’s name?” Kai asks.

“Weber. Yours?”

“Think his name was Nordbye, if I remember correctly.”

“Is he the one that expelled you, too?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “I liked him, though. Nice guy. Cared. He wasn’t going to expel me; was just gonna give me a warning, but then the other boy’s mother copped a fit and my father told him violence was expected from me because of the way I was born, and that terrified him into expulsion.”

One step forward…

“So then what?”

“Then I got expelled. Then I spent the next four years never leaving my house, much less my room. Then my mother had Luke and Liv, and then she died, and my father got worse and worse, and when I snapped, he blamed everything on me. Even though I had nothing to do with her death.” The last part comes out in a lower voice than the rest.

“How did she die?”

“He never told me the full reason, but I know it was medical. I didn’t hurt her, even if that’s what he might’ve suspected.”

“Why would you have hurt her?” Bonnie quickly rephrases, “why did he think you hurt her?”

Kai turns to her to answer. “Because she had more twins, and he thought I was taking my anger out on her.” He fiddles with a pocket knife Bonnie didn’t know he was holding. “As cold as she was to me, and as cold as they made me, I wouldn’t have hurt her.”

The look in his eyes reminds her of the time that Damon said Kai approached him with guilt over “ruining Jo’s life.” She called bullshit when he told her, but now she wonders if it could’ve been true. 

“Why did you stab Jo, if you would’ve never hurt your mother?” A bold question, but she barely even thinks about it before the words leave her mouth.

“I snapped. Tensions in the house grew without my mother around to soften them. The twins cried all day and all night; the other four were rambunctious as preteens always are. My father was so much angrier than usual, between hating me and blaming me. Even after it was revealed a medical cause of death, he still hated me. If I had been born normal, they wouldn’t’ve had to have more kids. She would still be alive. She wouldn’t have died at the early age of forty.” Bonnie gulps. Eight kids by forty is a lot. Kai’s eyes snap up to her face, but then he looks back to the floor as he continues. “She died in early May, and each year that passed, my father got more violent around that time. He’d scream at the kids if they were too loud. He’d slam things around to demand silence, but would only receive more panic. He’d spend hours by her grave and forget to come in and feed them - Jo would have to do it. Or I would, but I never seemed to do it right in her eyes. And sometimes, if I was in his line of sight when he’d finally come in, he’d take me outside as a personal punching bag until he was too weak to throw anymore hits. Or, if he were crying too hard to continue. His anger was often directed at me, too, if the kids were silent for once in their lives. He needed a place to express his hatred for the world, and eight kids that were only born to benefit a coven seemed to be the best option.”

“You said something like that before, that the coven always came first.”

Kai nods. “When you’re told at the age of four that either you or your sister will die for the stupid coven, life already seems pretty pointless. You’re in some stupid competition to see who wins - who gets to live - when neither of you want to play. You just want to be kids. But then they decide that since you were born different because of a generational curse, neither of you get to play anymore. And that’s great, because you don’t want to, but at the same time, you’re eliminated because you have no value to your family. And neither did the four kids in between Josette and I, and Luke and Liv. They aren’t twins; they don’t matter. When they finally produce a set that could lead - and neither are flawed in the way you are - you start to feel a little angry. That’s not even including the names my father would call me, nor the type of hand he’d hold to my face. The same hand that held Josette’s crying face when she got a B on a test is the same one that hit me on mine when I got the same grade on the same test.”

Kai bites his tongue, eyes glued to the floor, as he seems to suddenly remember where he is. He doesn’t dare look at the girl in front of him, and he doesn’t speak anymore on the topic. 

“You can go,” he says suddenly, “if you want. I’ll take the boundary spell down.”

Bonnie hesitates. This is her chance to run, to escape. He’s giving her an out to whatever crazy plans he’s made for her. Though… this is also her chance to try and reach him. He involuntarily has entered the most vulnerable state in which she’s ever seen him. Maybe all he needs to tone it down a notch is for someone to listen. 

“Kai?” She backs herself up to the wall, desperate to lean against something as she searches for the right words.

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Frankly, I have no idea what we were talking about ten minutes ago.”

Bonnie racks her brain. “Classes. Principals.”

“Ah, right.”

“What was the name of your high school?” She wants to get his mind on another topic before tiptoeing back into the one about his childhood. It seems safer, somehow.

“Parkrose.”

“Do you remember the colors?”

“Green, white, and blue, maybe? Was blue included? I don’t know.”

“Can you walk with me?”

He falls in step beside her without answering. 

“You never mentioned your mother while we were in the prison world.”

“Didn’t seem relevant.”

“Not even when you took me back to your childhood home?”

“Didn’t know how much I could say,” he admits, “considering you didn’t seem to care when I mentioned my father and how he treated me.”

“You didn’t discuss your sister much, either. I was shocked to learn she’s the same woman that teaches Elena’s pre-med class now.”

“I didn’t quite have that information, either, until I got out of the prison world.”

“Fair point.” She takes a deep breath. “I can see why you snapped. It doesn’t make it okay, but I understand what led to it.”

His eyes snap up to her. “Really?”

“Elena told me that when your father learned there was a chance you could escape - when we were trapped there alone after Damon returned back to the modern world - he acted immediately and quite impulsively. Except, it didn’t seem so impulsive to him; it seemed planned. Premeditated. Like a desperate backup plan.”

“What did he do?”

“Tried to kill Jo. Burned a locket of hers. It would’ve killed her if Elena hadn’t healed her with her blood.”

Kai seems shocked to have learned his father targeted his favorite child. 

“We might’ve had a shitty past together; both of us taking turns at the other’s throat for weeks, but you tried to apologize and I pushed you into the mud.”

“This is where I remind you, you stabbed me first over there.”

She spins on her heels to face him. “Don’t push it.” Her face is stern, but there’s a hint of a smile, too. She turns back around to the hallway. “I believed everything you said about him. I met Luke and Liv in college, and they mentioned their dysfunctional family every so often. And then Elena recounted what happened to Jo, as well as the story she told prior, of what went down with you. The reason she thinks you snapped,” Bonnie clarifies, " is because you were born different and you didn’t like it. You consciously decided to take your anger out on everyone. You couldn’t deal with them thinking you were unable to lead and snapped.” She sighs. “But even though I wanted to believe that, deep down, I couldn’t, because I had spent two months with you in close quarters, and knew there was more to it than that.” Bonnie stops outside of Alaric’s classroom. “I’m sorry your father was abusive; I’m sorry you were raised with the knowledge that you would die or kill your sister. That’s not a way to grow up.” She then repeats, “it doesn’t make it okay, but I can understand why it happened.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, standing close. In the next moment, he reaches for her hand. He can feel the magic returning to her, running through her veins, they both can. Bonnie bites her tongue, wondering what he’ll do. Kai, though, doesn’t siphon. He drinks in her smell, the faint perfume, the slightly musky scent of the from-the-vault uniform. He closes his eyes and wills himself not to kiss her. 

Bonnie finds herself unexpectedly calm despite the proximity. If he wanted to hurt her, he would’ve done it by now. 

“What was your mascot?” She blurts out. She might be calm, but that doesn’t mean she can’t sense the tension returning to settle in between them.

He smiles. “Broncos.”

“Did you have a thing for cheerleaders then, too?”

He chuckles lightly. “Yes. But never one as much as I like you.”

Her heart races, and her hands find the front of his chest. She doesn’t push him off, but instead rests them in place. 

“Do you really believe me this time?”

“Yes.”

He brings a hand up to her face, stroking her cheek with one finger. “Bon?”

“Yes?”

“Would you push me away if I kissed you?”

She finds herself gulping. “No.”

Despite asking, he’s slow to move forward, as if giving her time, still, to push him away. She doesn’t though, and lets him close the gap between their lips. He’s gentle, almost barely there, and remains so until she kisses back. As soon as she does, he gets more into it, kissing harder. He trails his unoccupied hand down the side of her body, letting it graze the red fabric before resting it on her bare hip, where the crop top exposes. His fingers are slightly cold, making her gasp and shiver. In the split second that her mouth is open, he slinks his tongue inside. He tastes her only for a moment, then pulls away to check on her.

“You okay?”

Nervousness clouds her eyes, but she nods. “I’m okay.”

Kai kisses her again, now more forcefully. Bonnie’s hands find his neck and pull him closer. Kai lets her, but not without hoisting her legs up first. He taps on her hips and lifts her into the air. Her back presses into the wall, skirt riding up even more from the position. 

Bonnie chuckles. “I’m taller than you.”

“Not for long,” he teases. He carries her into the classroom, then sits her down on the desk. Her skirt hides nothing, and his mouth waters at the sight. 

“Is this okay?” He taps her thigh.

“Yes.” She lowers her body until she’s lying down on her elbows. Her heels rest against the edge of the desk and with quick motions, he frees her from the tight shoes. Bonnie visibly relaxes once out of them. Kai’s fingers move gently to pull her panties down her legs. The cold air makes her inhale, and he’s quick to put two fingers against her clit.

“Kai?”

“Yes?”

“Your fingers are cold.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I can warm them up.”

“Please,” she says through clenched teeth. 

He starts to rub circles over her clit, and her body quickly reacts. Her lips part and a soft moan escapes through them. It encourages him on, as he dips his fingers into her core when he believes she’s starting to get wet. 

“Oh,” she whines, throwing her head back harshly, almost slipping.

“Careful.” 

She tightens her grip on the wood and watches him.

One hand rests on her knee while the other continues to get her wet enough to take him. Kai has no problem getting hard for her, as apparent by the outline in his jeans. She can feel her core throb just by looking at it. 

“Those look tight,” she nods. Kai looks down to follow her gaze and smiles, as if caught in the act. Before he can speak, she pokes at his bulge with her foot. 

“Bon-” Nothing else comes out, his throat going dry at the tease. She runs her foot slowly along his length. When he glances up, her tongue is peeking out from the side of her mouth. “Bon,” he starts again, shifting his weight. 

He’s not about to give in before he can taste her, though, so a second later, he carefully pulls her foot away from him and lowers himself to her level. Bonnie catches on immediately. When he lets go of her, she rests her heel back on the desk. He kisses her ankle, up her leg to her thigh, and then finally gives her clit its first kitten lick by his tongue. Her hands bury in his hair, urging him on. She can feel the dimples from his smile against her skin. 

“Oh,” she moans softly, tugs harder. 

Kai puts his hand on her hips to keep her down while increasing the speed in which he flicks his tongue against her. He ducks his head to enter her, tongue exploring all crevices that his fingers just had, and soon, his cock will. 

In the midst of it, Bonnie pokes him with her foot again for his attention. 

“Hm?”

“Need,” she reaches towards his fingers with her own.

“Need me to touch you?”

“Yes.”

His eyes light up with the fact that she seems to be enjoying this just as much as he is. Kai then moves two fingers to rub at her clit again, rather harshly, but just as she needs it. 

“This good?”

“Perfect.”

Kai finds a pace and keeps it. Within the next couple minutes, she finds herself getting close.

“Don’t stop,” she urges, “please.”

He doesn’t, nor does he slow down in his ministrations. 

“I’m close,” she mutters. He can tell, by the way her body tenses and her wetness seems to flood his face. “Don’t stop. I- oh god-”

One thing he never expected is for Bonnie to be vocal during sex. He likes it.

“Kai- I- urrgh!” And with that, she comes. 

He continues to eat her out through her orgasm, and doesn’t let up until she’s catching her breath. Little cries and moans of his name still fall from her lips, but her grip has weakened on his hair. Kai attaches his lips to her and sucks her juices before rising back to his feet. Bonnie wastes no time pulling him close by the shirt and tasting herself off his lips. 

As she kisses him, she puts her foot back on his bulge. It’s grown since the last time she felt it.

“Ready?” He asks into her mouth. 

“Yes.”

He’s quick to undo his belt and lets it drop to the floor. Her heart speeds up with anticipation. When he finally pulls himself out, she lets out a little gasp. Kai’s of average size and girth, to the best of her knowledge, but she’s more reacting to the prospect of taking someone again. She’d only lost her virginity last year, and her relationship with Jeremy never had the chance to travel too far into the sexual realm. 

“You okay, Bonnie?” Kai senses her sudden anxiety. 

“Mhm. Just… been kinda a long time.”

He seems to get shy, then, too. “Yeah, um… me too. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Just start slow.”

“‘Course.”

He lines himself up with her, and she puts her legs over his shoulders. As soon as he starts to enter her, he lets out a husky moan. He pushes inside, watching her face, until he reads it’s far enough, then slowly starts to pull out. Kai slips out a couple of times at first. He bites his lip, a bit fearfully, then retries. 

After a moment, Bonnie asks the dreaded question. “Have you done this before?”

“No,” he admits, looking anywhere but her face now. 

“It’s okay.” She’s quick to assure. “Take a deep breath.”

“Do you want to stop?”

She gives him a quizzical look. “Why would I want to do that?”

“Because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay, we all have to start somewhere. Judging by what you told me about your childhood and how controlling your dad was, I’m not surprised.”

He cocks his head. “You’d go this far with me knowing I was possibly…”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with it. I was until just last year.”

“Was your boyfriend?”

“No, he lost it a long time ago. But he was gentle with me through it, and now I’m gonna be gentle with you, okay?”

Kai seems hesitant, but lets her hold the base of his cock and help him push back into her. 

“Don’t pull out all the way until you’ve found a rhythm. You don’t even, really, have to pull out all that much if you’d prefer.” She lets him go and rests back onto her elbows. “Now keep your hands wherever you feel like you need to. Once you get the hang of it, drop one down and rub the clit, because most girls can’t get off from actual intercourse anyway.” Kai doesn’t react to that, as if he already knew it, but he does nod at taking her advice to not pull out too far. “And you were doing a good job of keeping an eye on my reactions, making sure it’s not too much. That’s good. Also… remember to pull out in time. I certainly wasn’t expecting this today and I don’t think either of us have protection. I’m trusting you on this one, Kai.”

“Why are you trusting me?” He asks suddenly.

“I… I don’t know.” She bites her cheek before confessing, “maybe being around you today brought up some old feelings from our time in the prison world. Maybe I’ve finally decided to let myself give into them.”

The man smiles. “So you did feel something for me?”

She gives him a playful smack on his hand. “Don’t let that get to your head.”

“No promises, baby.” Before she can react, he’s kissing her again. After another minute, his thrusts resume. Bonnie wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer, simultaneously helping him find a rhythm. He has one hand on the desk and the other cupping her cheek. 

He’s a little choppy, still, but as he gets comfortable, he gets better, too. 

“This okay?”

“Mhm.”

Kai drops his lips from hers to her neck. His hand snakes down in between their bodies - Bonnie lets go of her tight hold on his waist - and finds her clit. 

“Perfect - oh!”

He kisses her chest overtop the fabric. His apparent frustration with it makes her almost giggle. He wanted her to wear the uniform, now he must deal with the consequences. She bites her lip to keep the giggle at bay, then pushes his head just enough that he nips at her bare skin instead of the school property uniform. Kai seems happy with this decision. He licks at her exposed midriff and leaves kisses in between love bites. Bonnie lets out a yelp the first time he lightly bites, but only out of surprise. The man looks up and winks at her in response. 

It isn’t long before Bonnie feels herself coming up on her second orgasm. She also knows that as soon as she comes, he most likely will, too. In fact, she’s surprised he’s held up as long as he has. Though quickly she’ll learn she spoke too soon as his next couple thrusts get sloppier. His finger on her clit weakens, the intensity of his roughness decreases. 

“You close?” She asks, not wanting any accidents. 

“Mhm, was just about to tell you.”

“I am, too. Just… there, don’t stop.”

Kai tries his best to keep his pace. The way she clenches around him makes it difficult. 

“Bon-”

“I’m- oh god. It’s- I am- now,” she bites down on her tongue. “Kai!”

As soon as she comes, he pulls out and splatters her uniform. This time, he doesn’t keep his hands on her throughout her orgasm, and instead strokes himself rapidly until he’s finished. Bonnie props herself up to watch better just as a short second wave hits her cheek. Some hits the floor, too, and a bit oozes down the underside of his cock. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, seeing it on her face. He lets go and stabilizes his hands on the edge of the desk. 

“I think you should be saying sorry to the school more than to me,” she jokes. He watches her swipe it off her face with her finger, then, much to his surprise, stick out her tongue. He narrows her eyes and she only shrugs. “Not too bad, actually.”

“As compared to…?”

“Dunno. Never tried it before.” Kai cocks his head. Bonnie teases, ��when I lost my virginity, we used a condom.”

“Right.” He sends her an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that.”

“Did you kidnap me with the intent of having sex with me and deliberately not bring a condom, or did it just work out this way?”

“I didn’t really have a plan, I just wanted to keep you here,” he replies sheepishly. 

“A-huh, I see. Well,” she swipes off what landed on her uniform, “I tried it, only fair now that you do.”

Kai chuckles. “Been there.”

“Hold up-”

“I spent eighteen years in complete isolation, you don’t think I’ve done that?”

“Right,” she says now. “So you have kind of done this before, just not with a real person.”

“If you wanna put it that way, yes.”

“So like… with a blanket, or a fleshlight, or…?”

“A what?”

“A fl- wait, when were those even invented?”

She searches for her phone, and then Kai pulls it out from behind the desk.

“Thanks… little thief,” she jokes. “Siri?” She speaks into the phone. “When was the fleshlight invented?”

The robot reports, “The fleshlight was invented in 1995 by Steven Shubin when-”

She mutes her phone to cut it off. “1995.”

“Let me see a picture.”

Bonnie turns her phone so he can see the photo Siri pulled up in relation to her search.

“1995? Dammit, I just missed that stupid thing!” He pouts.

She fights the urge to giggle. “Well at least now you know.”

His frustrated sigh turns into a low chuckle, and at that point, Bonnie lets herself laugh, too. After a moment, she starts to lower herself off the desk. He reaches out a hand to guide her. 

“If it’s okay with you, I’m gonna take this thing off. It’s not the most comfortable thing to wear, and wasn’t then either.”

“Okay. You look hot in it, though.”

“Thank you. I figured you thought that when you practically drooled at seeing me in it.”

“I did not-”

“You might as well have!” She softens. “But seriously, thanks. It feels good to hear.”

He winks. When Bonnie turns her back to change, he pulls up his pants. He finishes dressing before her, but keeps his back turned. 

“So, um… not to change the topic, but-”

“Yes?”

“What changed?”

“What?”

“You said you decided to let yourself explore what you denied to feel in the prison world. What changed your mind to let you do it today?”

She collects her thoughts before answering. “What you told me about your childhood. Not the fact that you were abused, but the fact that you were hurt for things that weren’t even your fault. Initially, in that prison world, you seemed so cocky about the way you had done everything. It was hard to see any humanity left in you. But then over time, including that time you cooked for me, the mold started to crack and I could see there was more to it.” She turns to face him, now fully dressed. A hand on his shoulder lets him know he can turn around, too. “You’re not just a psychopath who killed them for fun. You were a kid, outcasted and tormented, who snapped. I said it before, it doesn’t make it okay, but it does help me understand you.”

“Do I remind you of Damon? I know he had a pretty bad kill streak.”

“No,” Bonnie shakes her head, “Damon got better because he fell in love with Elena. You’re getting better because you’ve started to trust me with the truth.”

He lets this sink in, but then lets out a small chuckle. “Well, I might be a little like Damon in the regard that love for a girl got me better, but… I see your point.”

Bonnie smiles. She doesn’t quite know how to address that confession, but she wants him to know she heard it. They’ll cross that bridge another day. 

“So, um… I guess I should let you get back. He’s probably worried sick about you.”

She nods. “Though I do have another confession.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re right, about Lily. I don’t think bringing her here is a good idea, either. I would’ve, for Damon’s, and ultimately Caroline’s, sakes, but not happily. One ripper loose in this town is enough.”

“I don’t care too much for anyone in this town,” Kai admits, “but the spells of the prison worlds are bound with Bennett blood. Lily would’ve ripped you to shreds just for being a descendant of those that trapped her. Like hell I’d even give her the chance to hurt you.”

Bonnie smiles sweetly, touched by his caring words. She reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss him softly. Kai returns it, then brushes a piece of her hair back with his finger once they break apart. 

“Do you have any other ideas to get Stefan and Caroline back?” She asks, a hand on his chest.

“Maybe Stefan wasn’t Caroline’s emotional trigger. Maybe it’s her mom. Maybe it’s you. And then, maybe, Caroline turning hers back on will trigger Stefan’s back on.” Kai offers. “I can look into solutions, if you’d like. Those thousands of ancestral grimoires are bound to have something helpful.” His face then lights up. “You can look at them, too, if you’d like.”

Learning new magic always excites Bonnie. The prospect of Kai showing her centuries of his coven’s knowledge, to not only learn more, but also get to know him better, has her smiling from ear-to-ear. “Yeah, I’d like that.” She pulls away from him, convincing herself to leave his company. 

“Really?”

“Mhm.” She playfully tosses the wrinkled cheerleader uniform at him and grins. “See you around, Parker.”

He catches it, then throws her a lopsided smile and a wink. 

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