#save me bonnie bennett

[viserya-firstofhername]

I would put that in the tags usually, but have it in main instead (this segment was originally at the end of the post, but as soon as I wrote it I realised the only reasonable action was to put it in the beginning. Because.): Save me Mel Medarda. Save me Baela Targaryen. Save me Maeve Millay. Save me Bonnie Bennett. Save me Storm. Make of these what you will.

As a white woman raised in a time and place where there were too few black people to ever meet one in person (if you find that hard to decode—try a millennial from an ex-eastern bloc state), in a household where racism was explicitly spoken against, and by a man who was more feminist than most women I know today wish they were, I realised quite late in life what a fucking massive issue this is. Misogyny is something I had to deal with in my personal and professional life since the dawn of fucking forever, but misogynoir is a whole different game really, and while I never entertained the arrogance to claim understanding of what black women have to go through, I am and forever will be baffled why a human is judged by the colour of their skin and their chromosomes first, and merits and flaws later. Joke's on me, I guess. Also, it stands to be noted, I rarely voice my opinions about societal problems I cannot grasp the full spectre of implications of (due to my demographics, that is. I can voice all the opinions on bisexuality you wish to read), exactly because I find it disrespectful, just as I find it offensive to be speaking up when one lacks basic media (or any) literacy. Sigh. 'Tis much more often I stress if what I say/write does take into account experiences I do not fully comprehend. Anyway. The thing is.

This post needs to be printed on as many morning cups of coffee, on-demand printed t-shirts, subway walls, corporate building entrances, Tumblr walls, X-or-whatever-twitter-I-don't use-the-thing-walls, people's retinas, etc., as possible. Worded as is. So here. Have it. Read it. Digest it. Engage your brain with it. Read it again tomorrow morning. Be like me—read it twice in a row.

— this fandom has a vast misogynoirist problem and, yes, this also applies to YOU reading this right now; a post filled w unsorted thoughts you should read if you genuinely want black fans to feel safe in fandom spaces with you

i am going to preface this right away w how disappointed i am in some of the people who follow me, who will occasionally like a post calling out misogynoir but only if its comfortable and only if its worded nicely and only if its against someone they dislike and not someone they do like. i am directly talking to my non-black followers because i do not expect black fans to expose themselves to this kind of hatred and thinly (and not so thinly) veiled racism we are faced w on a daily basis. some of you have a big following and a big portion of that following is white and YOU have the opportunity to use your POWER (and, yes, even in fandoms there are different power dynamics because logging onto twitter dot com does not remove the burden of blackness within overtly white spaces, this too is a space where having white privileges will get you places) and talk about these issues that have been becoming more and more prevalent.

our voices are not heard and when they are heard they get twisted by white and non-black fans who prioritize their love for shipping and their male centeredness over racism within fandom and more importantly: racism that is perpetuated by them. a very loud portion of this fandom has painted an image of "angry black women" without ever actually calling them black women because they are socially aware enough to know that it is racist to say so. instead they say it in different ways: they call us rabid, they call us delusional, they call us homophobic straights and love to strip us of our queerness in the same breath, they call us ableists even though this fandom has had several conversations about this, they call us aggressive, they say we are jealous of a mlm ship, they say we are irrational, they call us everything but the one thing we are: black. yet the painted picture is very clear to me and surely every other black person who has ever engaged dominantly white spaces: the big black bully! this is the easiest way to "aggressive black woman" your way through genuine critcism without ever saying it w those words nor acknowledging the thing you are criticized for.

and it becomes even more obvious when you read-over and over again-those attempts at demonizing an overtly black part of fandom (which mel/meljay fandom is and which i will come back to later) while NONE ever mention the things black people ARE saying because whenever you get ratioed for cuck art, whenever you get asked why you erase mel from the story, whenever people ask where mel is in arcane character group arts, whenever you mischaracterize mel for a mlm ship, whenever you strip her of her feelings, whenever you make her an abuser, whenever you dehuminaze her, whenever you deify her, whenever you cry that you cannot criticize her yet dont ever criticize her outside of that ship you so like, whenever any of this happens black fans HAVE and WILL tell you that this is antiblack, its misogynistic, but most of all-since a word for this phenomenon already exists-it is misogynoir. you are participating in misogynoir. your every like is supporting misogynoir. the active erasure of a black woman in fandom is misogynoir. whenever you strip black fans of their credibility to speak out against racism bc we are just "crazy shippers on an agenda", that is misogynoir too. people who arent in this fandom have been clocking this. they see us saying this. they avoid watching the show or engaging w this fandom because the misogynoir is so prevalent here and it is unchallenged by everyone but black people and a few allys who actually mean their shit when they talk about allyship.

the rest of you barely skim our texts or just go "well im not racist so this doesnt apply to me" instead of listening to us trying to explain what the issue is. you guys are so sure that you are a good ally, that you arent racist, that nothing you do is ever misogynoirist, yet you dont even realize that you dismiss or even silence black voices you dont like by villainizing every black fan who wants to talk about this and uplifting every black person who says the things you want to hear. to the point that a black user here can use the hard r and white people are trying to educate black people why that is okay or isnt okay. all while that person even apologized and had to tell you guys to not speak over black people in defense of them. do you not see that you are tokenizing the black voices you deem comfortable while ignoring every voice that asks for a little bit of accountability in your contribution to the horrid antiblackness on arcanetwt?

but, no, no, rest assured this doesnt just apply to the fans but to the character in question too after all there is a reason why meltwt/meljaytwt is so outspoken on this. it isnt about her partner being shipped w someone else, most of us dont even care for the ship, our issue is the constant attempt at erasing her from the relationship she was in and those are two completely different things even if you blatantly choose to look the other way and fabricate lies. mel medarda, despite always being spoken about as beautiful and complex and such a great character, so far even that people say they want her to leave jayce so they can have her for herself, has a very small following. she has less fics on ao3 than the others, barely any x reader ship despite so many people claiming to shipping themselves with her, she gets less solo art and even less w other people or her canonical ship. she is constantly being othered. just recently we had someone exclude her from group art and saying she was the teacher while her same aged peers were drawn as students. to many she simply doesnt exist and if you care about mel, if you actually do like her, if you seek out her content, this becomes abundantly clear real quick: mel does not exist as a main character to arcanetwt.

she is a side character to many of you. she is a side character like any other black women in fiction because you as fans were conditioned by young age to view black women as that. you are surrounded by the sassy black best friend, the angry black woman, the disposable black girlfriend who will always just be a temporary love interest, side character a and side character b - you grew up in a world where you view black women like that. that is why her fandom is so small. just like any other black female characters are small. no other main character gets this type of treatment other than her. and that her fandom is so small is just another indicator for that. and that it mostly consists of black fans is another indicator too because those very often are the only ones capable to see a black woman as a character in herself and not just a nice compliment in a sentence in between. this, too, is misogynoir btw and saying "well i just prefer this and this character" only works so many times before you gotta put the work in and question your racial bias and i am telling you YOU HAVE TO to OVERCOME that and i am telling you that because i too used to not care about black female characters.

i grew up in a very white society and was one of those kids who were trying to be as white as possible to cater to white ppl and i had to actively unlearn to ignore dark skinned women in any media and woah let me tell you once you do you realize there are so many beautiful characters to obsess over and so many new people to meet and it WILL change your view on a lot of things in fandom and it will make you AWARE and that is a good thing. you should be woke. being woke is a good thing no matter how many people say it isnt. its just nobody can do this for you but you yourself. you will see the mistreatment of fans and you will get angry about this and you will get uncomfortable too bc you might be nonblack you might even be white but that is just what it is and how its going to be and i appeal to you to be loud w us as well, to fight for a fandom space where white fans arent the only ones who get to enjoy sillies and whimsicals, where we can move and have fun w/o being confronted w unchallenged racism and people being too proud to work on their biases or even take any critcism, i beg you to not gaf about aesthetics and what you want your blog to look like and i beg you to not gaf about what your peers might think of you bc trust me you do not want to be the person belittling antiblackness for the sake of getting a few likes on an art piece where two people you like smooch.

this affects real black people even if arcanetwt wants to say we arent real or dont care about black issues. this is a black issue just like it'd be w any recreational activity

[moonworshippinglesbiandotcom]

for my birthday i want julie plec’s head on a platter

[deadlyflames]

Abigail + The Invitation with a Klonnie twist

Klaus successfully broke his curse in 1492 and, consequently, Hope was born much earlier.

She is the apple of her father’s eye and he does little to curb her temper nor to temper her bloodlust.

But all children, even the immortal ones, crave the love of a mother.

Xxx

Sorry Im late Klonnie fandom! This is part 1 of 3 parts that I have planned - spoilers for Abigail (kinda) if you havent seen it

xxx

Hope isn’t in her room. In fact, she isn’t anywhere in the compound.

Which means she is likely in the hunting house.

When Klaus arrives, he finds evidence of carnage throughout the decrepit house. He sighs in exasperation as he searches the grounds for his daughter.

He finds her in the library, drenched in blood from head to toe, matching the blood that coated the walls and floors.

It’s vampire blood. The blood of a newborn, and the stench of it permeates the room. He'd have to compel several humans to scrub down the entire library.

Whatever mischief his daughter was up to tonight, he was going to have a stern talk with her about playing with her food.

A young woman faces Hope with her back to Klaus. Much like his daughter, she is covered in blood. But he can hear her pounding heart.

A mortal woman.

Hope sees him before the woman notices his presence, and the soft expression on her face shifts.

“Father!”

The woman turns and stumbles back in shock when she sees him standing before her. Klaus examines her face and he can see she's a pretty thing beneath the gore that cakes her skin and clothes.

But there is something familiar about her features.

“Klaus.” Even though she whispers his name, he recognizes her voice.

He recognizes the fire that burns in those olive eyes, even as they are wide with fear.

This was the little Bennett witch that tried to kill him the last time he visited to Mystic Falls.

Seems Hope was playing her old games again. Bringing a few of his enemies to this house and hunting them down through the night for her entertainment.

In her attempt to back away from him, the Bennett witch slips in the pool of blood and falls to the ground.

A vicious grin curls at Klaus’ lips as he watches her try to scramble away.

”Not that same plucky teen witch anymore, are you?”

“Father, don’t!” Hope’s voice fades into the background as he advances on his prey. “You don't understand!”

”I can smell your fear.” The witch flinches as his fangs grow and his eyes darken.

“Please stop!” Hope yells, but he ignores her.

“I can taste it.” Klaus snaps his teeth and though the Bennett witch grimaces, her eyes begin to harden. If she needed to fight him for her life, no matter how tired she may be or how unlikely she was to succeed, she would.

Hope does not allow things to go any further and she quickly stands between him and the witch. “She saved my life!”

“Hope. Move.” His voice is low with warning. Despite his attention being on the Bennett witch, he was cross with his daughter. She never should have been putting herself at risk and playing these games with his enemies in the first place.

Hope does not falter and her face remains as hard and cold as stone. ”She was here when you weren’t.”

Klaus straightens. “I came when you needed me.”

Hope says nothing but she holds out her hand. When Klaus takes it, he sees the events that transpired. The scheme Hope concocted in order to get several former foes and annoyances into one place. And how things went awry when one of her intended victims, a siphoner, turned himself into a heretic. Half witch and half vampire. How Bonnie Bennett fought tooth and nail in order to kill the heretic and save Hope’s life.

Beneath it all, he feels his daughter’s pain. Her loneliness. Her desperate desire to be seen and heard and cared for by her father. The kindling of fondness she had developed for the clever and plucky Bennett witch.

And finally, she shares with him the secret wish she now has, hopeful for him to grant it.

As Klaus sifts through his daughter’s thoughts and emotions, the Bennett witch slowly stands from the floor with a wary look.

Hope releases her father’s hand with a pout, her eyes wide and shining.

“Can we, father?” she pleads.

Klaus sighs deeply. He never could refuse his daughter anything. Even after all these centuries.

“Very well.”

Klaus turns his attention to the witch (Bonnie. Her name was Bonnie) once more, and she stays resolute when their eyes lock.

She was only a teenager the last time he saw her. A pretty young girl, righteous and impulsive, who managed to harness the power of her ancestors and drive him out of her town. She has grown into a beautiful young woman now, hardened and weary, but that iron core of hers remains.

This witch nearly killed him half a decade ago, but she saved Hope’s life.

Bonnie does not flinch as he reaches for her, and he can't help but be impressed by her fortitude. Her bravery soon turns to confusion when the hybrid gently takes her hand and brings it to his lips. He savors the taste as he places his mouth against her bloodied knuckles. When he pulls away, his lips are stained crimson.

“You must be exhausted, love,” Klaus croons, and the softness of his voice seems to unnerve the witch much more than him flashing his fangs had. “There is a spare room you can use upstairs for the night. And a bath where you can clean yourself up. Hope will show you.”

Bonnie glances hesitantly between Hope and Klaus before she finally manages to find her voice. ”I-I actually think I should... probably go home.”

“I insist.” His tone leaves no room for argument and after everything that had happened to her in the last 24 hours, the young witch had no energy to fight him.

Klaus watches as Hope takes Bonnie's hand and leads her out of the library. She goes along numbly but turns to meet his eyes one last time before she is pulled out of the room.

[klonnieshippersclub]

I’ve had this edit saved for over a year now. I am not the original creator and I believe they got their account deleted as a disclaimer.

I love everything about this edit. It is so honorable to Bonnie and the Bennett’s. It depicts a different storyline than what we were given with them. I wish they were given a bigger forefront than some other character’s families. This is the superior witch bloodline to me, they are the creators and the blueprints! This is a matriarchal line of black and brown women how amazing is that?!

Julie could not relate to Bonnie which applies to her “struggles” (racism)writing her and her bloodline. If a fan can make an edit like this then there is no excuse why a writer couldn’t uplift Bonnie and her relatives. The Bennett’s are still the superior bloodline to me.

[mythorhuman]

Scream For Me

In the small town of Mystic Falls, shadows danced ominously beneath the pale moonlight, weaving a tapestry of ghostly shapes across the streets. Bonnie Bennett stood at the center of her turmoil. A powerful witch from a long lineage of magical practitioners, she felt the heavy burden of her heritage pressing upon her shoulders. Though she had always taken great care to conceal her gifts, she still always found herself in the middle of some danger to protect a loved one. She knew her ancestors wouldn't approve of her use of magic to help the vampire species, and they wouldn't approve of the man she loved.

Klaus Mikaelson, her boyfriend, was far from ordinary; he was the Original Hybrid, caught in a tumultuous battle between his inner darkness and the light that Bonnie embodied. Their love was strong like an inferno, igniting the air around them. However, lurking in the shadows was Kai Parker, a bitter and envious siphon witch whose resentment toward Bonnie simmered just beneath the surface. Cloaked in jealousy, he had woven himself into the darkness, adopting the sinister guise of Ghostface, his heart set on siphoning the very magic that made Bonnie extraordinary.

One fateful night, as the Halloween festivities began, Kai struck. Dressed in a chilling mask and flowing cloak, he approached Bonnie's backyard, where the flicker of candlelight illuminated her focused expression as she practiced an intricate spell. “Hello, Bonster,” he taunted, his voice dripping with venom and dark amusement. “Let’s see just how powerful you really are.”

Startled, Bonnie turned to face him, recognizing the familiar aura of magic swirling around him. “Kai, you don’t have to do this! We can help you!”

But he only laughed, the sound echoing ominously in the darkness. With a wave of his hand, tendrils of energy lashed out, binding Bonnie’s hands. She fought back, summoning her own magic, but Kai’s jealousy fueled his power, and she felt her strength begin to wane.

Just then, Klaus emerged from the shadows, his instincts kicking in at the sight of Bonnie in danger. “Malachai! Let her go!” he shouted, his voice a deep growl.

Kai’s laughter turned to fury. “You think you can save her? You’re just as much a monster as I am!”

With a burst of supernatural speed, Klaus lunged at Kai, the two combatants clashing in a flurry of power. Energy crackled between them as Klaus, with his vampire strength, pushed Kai back. But Kai was relentless, using dark spells to attack Klaus from all sides.

Bonnie struggled against her bonds, watching the fight unfold with growing dread. She could feel her magic being drained, her essence slipping away. “Klaus!” she cried out, her voice breaking.

Fueled by her desperation, Klaus found a new surge of strength. He knocked Kai to the ground, pinning him with a fierce glare. “You’re going to regret this,” he hissed. In a swift motion, Klaus sank his fangs into Kai’s neck, draining him of his lifeblood. The look of shock on Kai’s face was one of betrayal, but Klaus was unyielding, fueled by the need to protect Bonnie at all costs.

As Kai’s body went limp, Klaus turned to Bonnie, the victory bittersweet. She rushed to him, her hands trembling. “Are you okay?”

But as she looked at him, horror dawned on her. “You… you were in on it. You and Kai—”

“No!” Klaus interrupted panic in his eyes. “I didn’t want this! I was trying to protect you!”

Bonnie’s heart raced, torn between love and the truth. She had seen the chaos and destruction that followed in the wake of Klaus and Kai’s actions, the lives lost to their dark games. “How many people have died because of you?”

“None of it was meant to hurt you,” he pleaded, stepping closer. “I love you, Bonnie. That’s all that matters. We can keep this between us. I’ll do anything to make it right.”

Bonnie felt the warmth of his words and the weight of her own power swirling within her. “You killed him,” she whispered, fear and love colliding in her chest. But deep down, she recognized the depth of their bond. “If I promise to keep your secret, you have to promise to never let anyone hurt me again. No more dark games, Klaus.”

He nodded, desperation shining in his eyes. “I swear it.”

Bonnie gazed deeply into Klaus’ eyes, searching for the essence of the man she had once fallen head over heels for. As she searched, she noticed the flicker of vulnerability that danced behind his usually steely gaze, a hint of desperation that tugged at her heartstrings. Despite the horror that had unfolded between them, she couldn’t suppress the undeniable connection that still sparked between them like electricity in the air.

“Nik,” she whispered, her voice trembling with unspoken fears, barely above a breath. “I don’t want to lose you.” The raw honesty in her words hung heavily in the space between them, laden with the weight of unexpressed feelings.

In a moment of unexpected tenderness, she reached up, her fingers brushing gently against his cheek as she tucked a curly strand of hair away from his face. The softness of her touch ignited an immediate spark. Klaus leaned closer, his breath mingling with hers.

“You won’t lose me,” he vowed, his voice low and earnest, each word steeped in an intensity that made her heart race. 

Then, as if time itself had paused to witness the moment, Klaus closed the distance that had felt like an insurmountable chasm. Their lips met softly at first, a gentle collision that held both tenderness and an underlying urgency. The kiss spoke of the flickering hope that still refused to be extinguished by darkness.

Bonnie melted into him, the outside world fading away, her worries and fears momentarily forgotten. In that intense embrace, she surrendered herself completely, losing track of everything but the warmth of Klaus’ body against hers and the promise of what their connection could still hold. The kiss deepened, becoming a delicate yet fervent exchange, as they sealed their fates together for eternity.

[cancerian-woman]

it really made no sense to me that hope was such a powerful witch and didn't have a witch mother. I am very interested in hearing about how your hope and bonnie similarities thoughts as well`

I can’t find my old posts right now or I’d tag them lol.

That’s why the “first-born-Mikaelson” trait was created to explain Hope’s witch side. In TVD Esther’s “powerful” moment consisted of leeching off the Bennett’s as a bloodline and praising their hard work. The entire reason Esther was brought back was because of Bonnie/Abby. The tailsmen that gets passed around initially belonged Ayana. I cannot stress this enough if Esther had 7 kids and only 2 were witches the gene was not the strong. I know it’s many debates on if the Mikaelsons were untapped witches but that wasn’t confirmed to my knowledge.

I assume they didn’t want Phoebe playing a witch again after TSC ended. Instead, we have Hayley saying multiple times she did not know what to do about Hope’s growing powers. Klaus was already a hybrid with an unexplored werewolf side. Sure, he used it to enforce power but we’re shown he didn’t hate it.

Hope is book description Bonnie without the curly hair. White, short, powerful and has red hair. Legacies has a running gag about Hope being the tiny tribrid. Coincidentally Danielle & Kat are the same height. I just thought this one was funny.

Both fall under characters that were born into the supernatural world. While we see Hope’s birth and a confirmation she was a witch(later tribrid). We don’t get an explanation of why Bonnie started practicing later in life when the witch-gene is prominent in all Bennett women. Throughout tvd as we meet other witches they knew during infancy or early-childhood.

Bonnie fights forcibly to use her powers to save everyone else even at the expense of herself. In Legacies Alaric’s reasonings for wanting Hope at the boarding school was expecting her to be the protector to his daughters. Both Bonnie and Hope hold the responsibility of wanting to save everyone and feel devastated when by the possibility of not saving everyone.

I’ll give you an example outside these parallels: Bonnie letting her friends pass through her knowing it was killing her as the anchor for their survival. Hope choosing to die and become the tribrid so the malivore could stop killing people. Bonnie stopping hellfire from destroying Mystic Falls. Hope taking in the hallow from her relatives saved NOLA even though it was killing her. It’s more than that but I’d be listing things all day by that point. Those two women are sacrificial as they are strong women. Look at this here.

It’s a reason why people choose to compare Hope to Bonnie more than her own relatives or her mother. This isn’t a jab to Hayley but the plots focused too much on Hope’s witch-side. People find joy in trying to humble Bonnie as a witch. As I said here the fanbase wouldn’t have been as accepting if Hope’s mom was of color or even if Hope was biracial.

But if she was I’d nominate Bailey Bass in a heartbeat

[pumpkinspiie]

❛  is this supposed to scare me?  ❜ with toxic ex damon salvatore?

is this supposed to scare me ?…

(warnings. angst. blood. damon being a dick.)

“You screwed up again!” The vampire yelled after taking a swig of his freshly poured bourbon.

Y/N Bennett was Bonnie Bennett’s older sister. Y/N knew more than Bonnie when it came to witchcraft. When she was young, Y/N had set the house on fire by accident after that, her grams started teaching her little by little. When Y/N reached the ripe age of eighteen, her powers grew and she was almost as strong as Emily Bennett.

Y/N started dating Damon when she turned twenty. They had been friends for over a year and decided to make it official. Throughout her time dating Damon, she learned his true toxic nature.

“What do you mean it was my fault?!” The Bennett witch yelled back. She never liked being yelled at, she was too sensitive for that, and Damon knew that.

“You fucked up the spell, just like everything else in your life!” The tension in the air was thick, very thick.

Y/N took in a deep breath. She knew if one wrong thing was said, she’d bring this goddamn house down with everyone in it without a second thought.

“You don’t get to judge my life! You don’t know shit about me!” Damon vamp sped in front of her pushing her up against the wall cutting off her air flow.

The Bennett was shocked, he had never touched her. Ever. “Listen to me, you are gonna go back in there and try to save Elena or so help me god, I won’t think twice about taking your head off and serving it on a silver platter to Klaus himself. Got it?”

Y/N didn’t want to hurt him. That was never the plan, but in this position now it was her life on the line. “Is this supposed to scare me?” She asked hoping he wouldn’t catch on to her facade, and when she knew he was caught off guard, she threw Damon on the wall.

“Don’t confuse me with Katherine, Damon. I will kill you.”

toxic ex!damon x bennett!reader

[klausysworld]

Could you do another part of my queen where the Scooby-Doo gang kidnaps y/n thinking she is just a random normal wolf that Klaus cares about like a pet, but then Bonnie finds out what she is and so they try to use her against Klaus with the help of Esther so they turn her into a human?

My Queen PT2

PT1

Since realising I was the wolf that saved him so many times a thousand years ago, Klaus had become much more eager to spend time with me. He seemed to believe he needed to take care of me, as though he owed it to me because of how I watched over him in the past.

He began to leave steaks outside my den and often tried to bring me into his house but I always refused him. He was the kind of person to not let me leave.

I was a wolf, not a pet dog.

And he became very aware of that when I bit his wrist so hard he nearly cried after he attempted to put a collar on him.

His siblings found the situation bizarre and I don’t blame them. Elijah often sighed when Niklaus tried to lure me into the house.

It seemed the Mikaelsons weren’t the only people who thought me to be a pet.

Salvatores, Gilberts, Forbes and Bennetts did too.

So much so that they had caged me and belittled me. They mocked and tormented me while I paced back and forth thinking of a way to get past. I could force my way out, break the bars and bite them all but I had so much wolves bane in my system that I probably wouldn’t get very far at all.

Besides the stupid witch was doing tests on me which weakened me by the minute and the vampires had buckets of wolfs bane mixed water ready to drown me in if I stepped out of line. Which I figured out wasn’t a bluff when I attempted to bite their precious human.

I remained as calm as I could for as long as I could. In fact I only really became more aggressive when a scarred Esther showed up with an arrogant Finn at her side.

She and Bonnie conversed and before I knew it my entire body was screaming at me in absolute agony.

It was as though my blood was on fine and burning me from the inside out, my limbs all bent the wrong ways and my spine snapped out of place.

I forced myself to my paws on shaky legs and began to bolt, I weaved past the witches. The others had left assuming it would take longer for the spell to take place.

I could hear them yelling and my teeth sunk into Finn’s leg when he lunged forward to grab me making him topple over to the ground and his in pain.

Everything hurt as I dashed through the streets alarming the locals and causing havoc and disaster as cars began to crash and people screamed. My senses were going haywire as my insides were stabbed at.

My body became off balanced as my back legs become longer than my front. I rolled forward and my paws fingers got tangled in my fur hair. My yelp sounded softer than usual and my breathing was heavier. I laid still on the ground for a moment when I saw two arms infront of me. I could feel my heart beating faster and I could feel my skin touching my skin. My fingers twitched and I lifted my hand in horror. I rolled onto my back and with far too much effort, pushed myself up with the palms of my hands.

What the fuck.

I looked down with wide eyes and my lips parted when I poked at my knees, I stretched my toes out with a look of disbelief on my face and hesitantly reached up to touch my nose. My teeth were blunt and and my snout was nonexistent and neither were my whiskers. I could hear my breathing quickening as I frantically looked at my new body.

My hair kept falling infront of my vision, it was as white as my fur but much longer and messier. I had little to no fur hair on the rest of my body making me feel weird as I slowly stood up. I grimaced at the feel of dirt and sticks against my feet, they hurt much more than when it was against my paws. I took a step forward only to return straight back to the ground due to leaning too far forward and having to push myself back up. I got onto my hands and knees before dragging myself to a nearby tree and pulling myself up.

This is not fun.

I basically hobbled through the woods, every step caused a horrible sting in the bases of my feet and the bark of the trees scratched my hands and my breasts if I got too close which hurt much more than I had thought. Thankfully the sky was getting darker so people shouldn’t be around. Stupid hikers and campers.

Thankfully only one guy saw me and he was clearly not in the right mind as he just gave me a thumbs up and walked off with a low whistle.

This would be the only time I am grateful for Klaus bringing me to his home so often because now I had memorised all of the ways there. It took way too long to get here but I made it.

I stared at the door blankly and hit my hands against it harshly making me wince as the sting that spread over my palms and pads of my fingers.

I heard a loud grumbling and a string of curses from Niklaus before the door opened making me stumble slightly as some of my weight had been against it. I fell against his chest and his arms circled me instantly.

God inside here was warm. It was absolutely fucking freezing without my fur and his body radiated heat like an open flame would.

His throat cleared but I didn’t look up at him, only stayed against him somewhat awkwardly, not really knowing what to do in this position. I heard footsteps and turned my head to see Elijah with a frown on his face

“Niklaus…why on earth are you hugging a naked girl in the middle of the night?” He asked getting nearer. His eyes locked on mine before glancing at my hair and back to my eyes again, his brows raised and he cleared his throat before turning his head and walking over out of my sight line. He returned within a second and a soft material was brought over my shoulders. I was guided away from Niklaus’s arms.

“You didn’t let anyone know that your little friend here could turn human” Elijah muttered quietly but not quietly enough apparently.

Klaus looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth as his hand reached out in front of my face making me bare my teeth. His brows furrowed and I frowned before realising I didn’t exactly look very threatening like this.

“I wasn’t aware either” he whispered as his eyes dragged down my body making me pull the blanket around me and give him a dirty look. He blinked at me before apologising breathlessly and looking to Elijah in utter confusion.

He turned back to me with a hesitant look on his face, “my Queen…how long have you been human?” He asked, his tone almost nervous as he stared at me.

“For gods sake you two, look at her, clearly not very long” Rebekah’s voice came from my right before she was right beside me. “Come on flower, let’s get you washed and dried” she told me, her hands grabbed my arms and she pulled me along. I had not idea what to do. I didn’t know how to talk and I wasn’t able to just bite any of them. My cuts weren’t healing and I felt uncomfortable with everything about me.

My eyes widened at the stair case and my head shook quickly. “Come on, it’s okay” she tried as her hand pulled at mine, she tugged harder and my claws nails dug into her wrist and she let go with a curse. “Why you little-“

“Rebekah! Leave her be” Klaus growled before I felt his hand in my hip making me shift “it’s alright sweetheart, I’m going to lift you and take you up okay? We’ll figure this all out as soon as possible” I said nothing only stiffened and looked at him as I was carried up the stairs, one of his arms went under the back of my knees and the other against my back. I kept as still as I could until I was carefully put back down on my feet.

I looked around in confusion at the cold floors and shiny walls. My eyes widened and I stepped back when water began to blast against a big glass box.

“In you go love, into the shower” he directed while pushing me forward, the blanket was taken from me and I was under the hot water. I looked to him in slight betrayal and he gave a faint smile. I looked at him helplessly until he sighed and pushed his pants down and stepped in behind me. “Alright my Queen, everything’s gonna be okay, I’ll get you all clean and we can get some rest. I’ll get a witch out to help”

I tensed when he mentioned a witch but he didn’t comment on it and instead brought his fingers into my hair while the water poured over it and foamy soap fell to the base of the shower. His hands slid down my back and to my hips making me swallow thickly and turn around to look up at him. He was much taller in human form compared to our wolves.

I had seen Niklaus without any clothes many times after he turned but never had my body reacted the way it was now. Everything felt much hotter and my lower abdomen tingled. I looked up to see his brows risen as his head tilted to the side with a growing smirk on his lips

“Well you certainly are different like this aren’t you?” He hummed making me growl quietly in my throat though it sounded much softer than I had hoped and he chuckled. “Not quite the same affect hm?” His hand cupped my face and his thumb rubbed over my lower lip making my brows furrow “not so strong now are we little wolf?” He cooed at me like I was a child’s, so I did the only logical thing I could think of and bit his thumb.

He hissed and snatched his hand away making me see my opening and rush out of the shower, I was dripping wet as I ran out the bathroom and through his room only for him to appear directly infront of me at the doorway. I let out an ‘mph’ as I knocked into him and winced at the impact against my breasts.

I shoved at his chest but was lifted up and tossed onto his bed making me yelp. In a flash he was back on top of me and my face was heating up significantly as his naked body pressed to mine. My body reacted on its own to him and I was starting to get annoyed with myself. “You need to calm down love” he whispered lowly and a delightful sensation ran along my spine. My breathing picked up and my thighs squeezed together. His fingers brushed over my cheek and he gently kissed the corner of my mouth. “I shouldn’t have belittled you, I got carried away with how adorable you are as a human” he murmured and I let out a breath. “I never expected you to be human my queen, I didn’t think about how desirable you’d look” he whispered “but you’re all confused at the moment and clearly been through something so for now, I will get you something to cover up your stunning body so that I don’t pounce on you…again” he smiled and I gave a weak one in response.

With much reluctance he got me into a shirt and underwear, him self in a similar state and beckoned me over to his side of the bed. I shuffled closer and he brought an arm around me, my nose pressed to his chest and i breathed in his scent. He didn’t smell as strong without my wolf nose but he still smelt nice.

His hand stroked the back of my head pleasantly and I sunk into the bed, being a human wasn’t awful per say but I sure as hell hoped that those stupid witches burned for it.

[melmedardasworld]

The chamber throbbed with dark energy, its stone walls seemingly alive with centuries of accumulated magic. At its center stood Bonnie, shrouded in a thick, ruthless aura of power. Her emerald eyes, now swirling with inky darkness, locked onto Klaus with predatory intent.

Klaus, the Original Hybrid, renowned for his strength and cunning, was caught within an intricate boundary spell that sapped his immense power. Yet, even restrained, his posture remained defiant. His usually cold blue eyes glittered with a mix of surprise and growing intrigue.

"Well, well," Klaus drawled, his accented voice laced with amusement despite his predicament. "The little Bennett witch has finally embraced her true potential. I always knew you had it in you."

Bonnie’s lips curled into a smile devoid of warmth. "I don't care what you think."

The magical bonds tightened, forcing a sharp inhale from Klaus. A thrill shot through Bonnie at seeing the unflappable Original show discomfort.

"Is that so?" Klaus hissed, quickly regaining his composure. "Yet here you are, clawing power from the depths of hell to stop me. I've lived a thousand years, Bonnie. I know power when I see it. And you, my dear, are radiant with it."

Bonnie circled him slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. "Flattery won’t save you. I’m not the girl you can push around anymore."

"No," Klaus agreed, his eyes tracking her every move. "You’re so much more. The question is, are you ready to embrace it?"

Bonnie paused, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. Sensing this, Klaus leaned forward, only to be instantly restrained by the magic tightening around him. Undeterred, he continued, his voice a seductive murmur. "It’s intoxicating, isn’t it? The power coursing through you, almost too much to control."

Bonnie ignored the dark truth in his words, raising her hand. Klaus was suddenly plunged into a sensory storm, Bonnie’s psychic abilities assaulting his mind with chaotic images and sounds.

Klaus gritted his teeth, fighting against the onslaught. "Is this supposed to frighten me, love? I’ve endured torments you couldn’t begin to imagine."

Bonnie pushed deeper, pulling fragments of his darkest memories – his abusive father, his mother’s rejection, centuries of pain and loneliness hidden behind cruelty. But with it came her own memories – the loss, the sacrifices, the pain of always being the one left behind.

For a moment, Bonnie faltered, overwhelmed by the intensity of Klaus’s emotions. Klaus seized the moment, locking eyes with her. "We’re not so different, you and I," he said softly, his arrogance replaced by a rare vulnerability. "Both rejected by those who claimed to love us, both underestimated."

Bonnie’s hand cupped his face. "I’m nothing like you."

"Aren’t you?" Klaus challenged. "You’re here to prove something. The only difference is, I’ve accepted my nature. Have you?"

Bonnie’s breath caught. She stood on the precipice, feeling the pull of the darkness she had unleashed. It would be so easy to give in.

Klaus watched the conflict play out on her face. Despite his bonds, he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur. "You don’t have to fear what’s inside you. Embrace it. I can show you how."

The air between them thickened with tension. The darkness in Bonnie’s eyes began to recede, and the magical bonds around Klaus loosened, though they didn’t disappear entirely.

"You think you’ve won me over so easily?" Bonnie’s voice was a dangerous whisper as she traced the air near his skin, her magic creating phantom sensations that made him shiver.

Klaus’s eyes darkened with desire. "I wouldn’t presume, love. But I do think we can come to an… understanding."

Bonnie’s smile was slow and thoughtful. "An understanding," she repeated, the words laced with challenge. "Or is that what you call begging?"

Without warning, Bonnie drove her psychic powers into Klaus’s mind. He growled, unprepared for the intensity. She projected a symphony of sensations – ghostly fingers through his hair, phantom lips on his neck, the imagined heat of skin against skin.

Klaus’s eyes fluttered closed, a low groan escaping him. "Bonnie," he breathed, a mix of warning and plea.

Bonnie leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "I thought you wanted me to accept my nature."

They moved together in a psychic dance, unbound by physical constraints. In their minds, they were in a moonlit forest, then a storm-tossed ship, then a sumptuous bedroom from centuries past. Their bodies remained still, but their minds were entwined, exploring a connection beyond the physical.

Klaus, overwhelmed by the intensity, managed a rough whisper. "You’re full of surprises."

Bonnie’s hand rested on his chest, feeling his quickened breath. "You haven’t seen anything yet."

Their psychic connection deepened, the air crackling with energy. Artifacts rattled on the chamber walls, responding to the surge of power. It called deep within Bonnie called to her, seductive and dangerous. A part of her warned of the risk.

Klaus, sensing her conflict, pushed back with his own mind. "Don’t fight it, love. We’re equals. We’ve found our match."

Bonnie’s resolve wavered. The magical bonds flickered, her concentration slipping. But instead of letting Klaus go, she drew him closer to their mental space.

As their psychic encounter reached its peak, the chamber around them twisted in a display of dark and light. Bonnie and Klaus, witch and hybrid, remained still, their bodies barely touching but more intimately connected than ever before.

When they returned to reality, the air still crackled with residual energy. Bonnie, breathless, studied Klaus warily. She could sense the subtle shift in his demeanor, the glint of satisfaction and calculation in his eyes.

"Don’t think this changes anything," she said quietly. "You’re still my prisoner."

Klaus’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Of course, love."

Bonnie heard the fragments of Klaus’s thoughts – desire, strategy, and something else that sent a thrill of excitement through her. "I can hear you plotting, Klaus" she murmured, circling him. Her fingers trailed along his arm, making him shiver. "Your mind is an open book to me now."

Klaus chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Then you know, darling, that my thoughts are full of nothing but you."

Bonnie’s eyes narrowed, though a flush crept up her neck. "You’re trying to manipulate me."

"Perhaps," Klaus admitted, his gaze intense.

In response, Bonnie pushed into his mind again, flooding them both with the sensations of their encounter. Klaus gasped, his body straining against the bonds.

"Don't underestimate me, Klaus" Bonnie whispered, her lips close to his ear. "Or else, I'll really make you work for it."

Klaus turned his head, their faces inches apart. He challenged. "I’m in your mind too, Bonnie. I know what you're craving.

Me.

Bonnie’s resolve wavered. That thing inside of her yearned for more. She imagined what it would be like to truly touch Klaus, to feel his hands on her skin.

Klaus, sensing her conflict, pressed his advantage. In their shared mental space, he painted vivid pictures of what could be – passionate encounters, exploration of power and pleasure, a partnership that could reshape the world.

"We could be magnificent together, Bonnie," Klaus murmured, his voice a seductive caress. "Why deny ourselves?"

Bonnie’s breath hitched. Her hand rested on Klaus’s chest, feeling the unnecessary rise and fall of his breathing. The magical restraints flickered, weakening as her concentration faltered.

Klaus noticed, hope and triumph flaring in his eyes, but he kept his thoughts focused on Bonnie, on his desire for her. He knew that one wrong move could shatter this delicate moment.

"Let me show you," Klaus whispered, his gaze locked with Bonnie’s. "Not just in our minds, but in reality. Let me worship you the way you deserve."

Bonnie stood on the edge of a decision. The rational part of her knew this was dangerous, that Klaus couldn’t be trusted. But the darker part, the part that had tasted power and found it addictive, yearned to take this further.

Her fingers traced Klaus’s jaw, a touch both a caress and a threat. "If I release you," she said slowly, "what guarantee do I have that you won’t betray me?"

Klaus leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers. "You’ll be in my mind. You’ll know my every thought, my every intention. I couldn’t hide from you if I wanted to."

It was a risk, but the promise of what awaited if she took it was too tantalizing to resist.

“No,” Bonnie whispered in his ear.

Klaus glared at Bonnie, his patience wearing thin as he struggled against the magical bonds holding him in place. But no matter how hard he fought, they refused to break. His fury simmered beneath the surface, but he knew better than to let it show.

Not yet.

Bonnie stood, her expression composed, as if she wasn’t holding the most powerful beings in the world prisoner. The corner of her mouth quirked up slightly as she met his gaze, her eyes unblinking.

“You’re wasting your time and energy,” Klaus growled, his voice low and dangerous. “These bonds won’t hold me forever.”

“They don’t have to,” Bonnie replied, her tone light, almost casual. “Just long enough for you to realize something.”

“And what might that be?” Klaus’s voice dripped with sarcasm, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity in his tone.

“That you’re not the one in control here.” Bonnie’s eyes flashed with a steely resolve as she stepped closer, her presence commanding his attention. “I am.”

Klaus let out a low, derisive laugh. “You think binding me like this makes you powerful?”

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his threats. “And yet, here you are. Still trapped. In bondage.”

Klaus bared his teeth in a snarl, the frustration boiling over. “You’ve overplayed your hand, witch. Let me go, and I might just be merciful.”

Bonnie’s lips curved into a small, enigmatic smile. "Not yet." She leaned in, her face inches from his.

For a moment, Klaus thought she might kiss him, that she was finally giving in. But instead, she murmured a few words under her breath, and the bonds tightened around him, becoming even more unyielding.

Klaus’s eyes flared with anger as he felt the restraints dig into his skin, stronger than ever. “What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper.

Bonnie’s smile widened, a hint of satisfaction in her gaze. “Just making sure you understand the stakes, Klaus. You see, you’ll need to do a lot better than this if you want to be free.”

Klaus's jaw clenched, the realization dawning on him. “You want me to beg? To grovel?”

"No," Bonnie said softly, her tone almost affectionate. "I want you to seduce me."

The words hung in the air between them, thick with tension. Klaus’s eyes darkened as he processed what she was asking of him. “You think you can play this game with me?”

“I know I can." Bonnie’s voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “And if you don’t step up, we'll keep doing redos."

Klaus’s nostrils flared as he stared at her, his anger mixing with a grudging respect. "You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into."

"Then show me," Bonnie challenged, her voice firm. "Make me want to let you go, Klaus. Because you know that if you fail to convince me, you’ll stay here."

The threat was clear, and what Klaus thought started as a ridiculous joke made it slowly dawn on him that Bonnie was serious. The predator in him raged at the thought of being trapped, of being outmaneuvered by a mere witch. But the man separated from the emotion in him—the strategist—knew that this was a battle of wills, one that he had to win.

Klaus’s frustration bubbled over, his temper barely held in check. "And if I don’t?" Klaus challenged his voice with a low growl.

"Then I’ll bind my death to this spell,” Bonnie said calmly. "You’ll be stuck here, Klaus. Bound by magic, even after I’m gone. Forever."

Klaus’s eyes narrowed, the weight of her words sinking in. She wasn’t bluffing. Bonnie was playing for keeps, and if he wanted to break free, he’d have to give her what she wanted.

"Is that what you want, Bonnie?" Klaus asked, his voice smooth, seductive, as he tried a different approach. “To keep me here, all to yourself? Forever?”

Bonnie’s expression didn’t waver, but she remained quiet.

Klaus’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Very well. I will accept this challenge and you will never forget it."

Bonnie stepped back, giving him a bit of space, though the bonds remained as tight as ever. “Good. I’m looking forward to it.”

The room seemed to close in around them, but Klaus knew that this was no longer just about breaking free—it was about proving himself, about showing Bonnie that he was more than just a beast to be tamed. If he wanted to win, he’d have to use every ounce of his cunning, charm, and power to break free of this bondage.

[bennett-mikealson]

Bonnie VS Anna:

TVD stans will never cease to amaze me when it comes to how hypocritical they can be with other characters in comparison to Bonnie all because they want to look for a reason to heavily villainize her and have an "I got you" moment with her.

This conversation was in regards to Bonnie lying to Elena and The Salvatores about Deactivating The Bennett because she wanted to avenge Grams and Save the town.

They stated the obvious things everyone always says about Bonnie in season 1 & 2 "I don't like how she acted towards Elena and the Salvatores after Grams died/ why was she "mean" to Elena & The Salvatores when she's responsible for Grams death". Then there the "she was so mean to Caroline like she wanted to be a vampire not to mention she's responsible for Caroline, Tylers dad and Anna death".

While I adressed all their points something that stuck with me is their constant need to fight for Anna as if she was a good person to Bonnie.

I got called selfish because I pointed out how Bonnie didn't need to care for Annas death because Anna put Bonnie in harms was by kidnapping her & Elena to try and force Bonnie to open the tomb. Not to mention she lied to Damon about knowing Katherine wasn't in the tomb and was originally using Jeremy to get info/close to the MFG.

In response to that they basically didn't care about all the prombles Anna casued for everyone and excused her actions because "all she wanted to do was get her mother back".

So let me get this straight:

Anna: Gained Damon and Jeremy's trust despite knowing that Katherine wasn't in the tomb and knwing that she was using Jeremy only to get close to MFG. Then she kidnapped Elena and Bonnie to try and force Bonnie to open the tomb. All in the name of saving her mother.

Bonnie: lied to Elena and The Salvatore's about Deactivating the Bennett Device. All in the name of Saving the town from murderous vampires and avenging her Grams.

Two very similar situations, yet Bonnie's the one that needs to be held accountable for being a bitch to everyone and betraying Elena and The Salvatores trust while Anna is the innocent girl who did what she had to do the save her mother.

Okay 😒

[andreal831]

What are your top 5 episodes on both TO and TVD?

This took me some time to put together but if you push me on any of these, I'll probably cave. I haven't rewatched in a while and I feel like I would have to sit down and actually rank them to get a list I feel confident in. A lot of my favorite scenes aren't even in this list because the rest of the episode just doesn't rank high for me. But without further ado, here is my tentative top episode list.

Top 5 Episodes for TVD

5. 1x22 - Founder's Day

Despite how problematic the 'Founder's Day' was (like how they completely disregarded the actual founders. Justice for the Bennetts), Katherine's entrance was done so well. The revelation was a great twist and I love watching people watch this episode for the first time.

It's not higher because everything else was kind of just a normal episode. I love at this point we are getting glimpses of how powerful Bonnie is and Stefan's devotion to Damon. It also begins to build on the mystery of Tyler which was fun. But other than that, it was just a lot of high school drama. Katherine's entrance really made this episode.

This is one that I would probably replace if I rewatched.

4. 6x21 - I'll Wed You In the Summertime /6x22 - I'm Thinking of You All the While

I'm already cheating and combing these episodes, but they are basically just a continuation.

I want to preface this with saying, I hate Matthew Davis more than I can express. I also don't think I like Alaric much in the later seasons. But I did really like him and Jo. This episode was so cute and light and fun. Up until it wasn't in true TVDU fashion.

I loved seeing season 1 Elena again. I will always defend Elena when people get misogynistic with her, but vampire Elena was not my favorite. When she took the cure, I felt like we got the old Elena back. If they hadn't of done that, I probably wouldn't have been sad to see her leave.

We got some really touching moments between Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline, with them getting ready and their goodbye. Bonnie and the feathers had me in tears the first time I watched this episode. We get Stefan torturing Damon with the fact that Damon loves being a vampire, sorry but I loved it. Caroline and Tyler actually talking as friends. Tyler and Liv making me sob. Stefan and Caroline moment. Kai's reappearance was terrible but pretty epic. Bonnie just being an amazing badass. Just all of the chaos was great and Damon faking us out thinking he wouldn't save Bonnie but then ultimately doing so.

My biggest complaint was that Bonnie was so separate from everyone, dealing with Lily with just Matt for back up. Though I do love a good Bonnie/Matt team up.

3. 3x05 - The Reckoning

Surprisingly, this was the first episode I ever saw of the TVDU. I was at a family member's home for a holiday and they had it on and I was hooked. Not only did I love the friendship dynamics in this episode, but the villains were so good. Klaus and Rebekah were unhinged in this episode. It was a great introduction to the best aspects of TVDU.

Stefan fighting the compulsion for Elena is one of the reasons I'll always have a soft spot for Stelena. I loved Matt and Bonnie's friendship in this episode. They were both such selfless people and I loved moments we got of them together. I don't typically like Damon and Katherine, but even their interactions were so funny in this episode.

2. 4x20 - The Originals

Is this cheating?

I always get so excited when I get to this episode because it's time to switch over to The Originals. But come on, we get to meet Cami and Marcel. We get haylijah and klamille's meeting.

It is weird that I almost like it more than the pilot of TO? Just purely for the nostalgia. Also because the pilot removed some of my favorite scenes that I always forget aren't there until I rewatch TO and then i have to go find wherever TVD is streaming.

And then stuff is still happening back in Mystic Falls, I guess.

I could probably also replace this one on a rewatch with a more TVD focused episode but I can't think of any right now.

2x08 - Rose

No one is surprised this one tops the list. Not only is it the introduction of the Originals, but more importantly it's Elijah's introduction. I know I am biased, but this is my favorite episode in TVD and usually the one I start with on rewatches.

I also love Rose and Trevor (RIP). But the tension in this episode is so good and the show struggled to recreate it. They built up Klaus' entrance so much that it was kind of disappointing. Nothing could live up to the hype. But Elijah came out of nowhere. We didn't even know he existed before this episode. He just shows up, all creepy and mysterious, and then just casually comes back to life after being staked in the heart.

I wouldn't change a thing about this episode.

Top 5 Episodes for TO

5. 3x09 - Savior

I'm a sucker for a Christmas episode.

But let's be honest, this is one of the best TO episodes.

We get the trio's reunion, if only briefly. We get Rebekah going mad and trying to kill everyone while dropping some hard to hear truths (sorry Hayley). We get Jackson starting to accept his in-laws. Cute scenes between the Mikaelsons, actually including Hope. Finn helping Freya save their siblings. Freya's first Christmas with her family. Klamille's first kiss. Plus a bunch of drama in the background.

One of my biggest complaints with TO is that it doesn't give us moments of just peace and let them be a family. It is so action packed that we never get to just have a comfort episode. It only took them 3 seasons, but we finally got one (mostly). I mean it ended terribly but I just stop watching before that.

4. 2x01 - Rebirth

This is just Elijah's best episode hands down. And yes I am making this list about Elijah. It's kind of what I do here.

But seriously, he looked so good in this episode and was just so perfect.

I had no idea what to expect out of this episode since season 1 ended with so much up in the air and this episode delivered. So much happened. Elijah being the mastermind while Klaus and Hayley grieved losing Hope. Then them all working together as a team for the first time. And I'd be remis if I don't talk about Elijah's infamous scene of walking into the Guerreras house like he owned it. Also love them trusting Cami to help. Marcel is also in on it. I just love them all working together.

Getting to see Rebekah raising Hope. Marcel and Cami just being hot. But also Cami going to check on Klaus, that scene, the tension. So good. Cami and Elijah talking and then Elijah and Klaus talking about Cami. Perfection. Davina putting Oliver in his place. And then Hayley later doing the same. The introduction of Gia. Even the tension between Elijah and Hayley is so good. I could truly feel all of their grief and desperation. I also love Klaus and Hayley actually talking and Klaus realizing that his scheming is what cost them everything (although he will quickly forget this lesson).

It's another perfect episode. No notes.

3. 4x03 - Haunter of Ruins

I'm honestly surprised an episode from season 4 or 5 is even on this list, but I do love this episode before everything goes to hell.

This episode was another comfort episode.

I clearly loved the amount of haylijah we get. We get our first "I love you" from both of them. Although I headcanon they said it before this. We get them just being super cute and flirty and then super hot. Hayley wearing Elijah's shirt when she runs to check on Hope is so perfect to me. I love the scene of them on the porch. They love each other so much and this episode does a great job expressing it.

We finally get the Mikaelsons all together, even Kol (sorry Finn). I love seeing them behave as siblings in the beginning, bickering. I love how they handled introducing Hope to them and how hesitant they all are, which is so out of character for them, but they have no idea how to interact with a child. Klaus and Hope was so sweet. And Rebekah finally standing up for what she wants and encouraging her brothers to do the same.

My only complaint is Freya and Keelin. I love them because this show is deprived of sapphic representation. But why did they have to make the only sapphic couple's origins be essentially stockholm syndrome. I loved Hayley standing up for Keelin but then Freya just immediately goes after her again. Only thing I would change is how Freya behaved in this episode.

2. 3x22 - The Bloody Crown

May be unpopular, but I loved seeing the Mikaelsons get put in their place. And then I loved Vincent standing on his morals and turning around and put Marcel in his place. Everyone needs accountability.

Marcel awakening as an upgraded Original was so good. We got the return of Rebekah in this episode and she was fantastic. I loved Klaus' trial and I loved Rebekah getting to stand with the enemies (even if it was just the curse/part of the plan). People love to say Klaus didn't deserve it because Marcel was really mad at Elijah, but all of these people were here specifically because of Klaus. They all needed some humbling. Except Rebekah.

I can't talk about this episode without talking about haylijah. The show opens on one of their cutest scenes (we aren't going to talk about the problematic stuff that happened in the episode before). Elijah watching Hayley sleep was adorable. And then we get the scene of Elijah telling Hayley to not grieve him. They break my heart.

2x09 - Map of the Moments

Not surprising, but another Christmas episode.

And no, it's not just because of hayllijah.

I mean, it's not not because of haylijah.

In case you can't tell, my favorite episodes tend to be the comfort episodes. I love the drama, but the reasons I adore these shows are because of bonds. We get to see the Mikaelsons reunite with Hope and actually have some moments of peace together.

There are so many scenes that made me actually laugh out loud. I just adore this episode so much. And yes, I love it because we finally get haylijah getting together, if only briefly.

This was such a fun ask, thank you! What episodes did I miss?

[backandimbamon]

inspired by @klonnieshippersclub 💋💋

“Bonnie Mikaelson.” Damon has the urge to do something with his hands. They were occupied before, too busy warming his glass of dark red O-positive and bourbon cocktail but he’s lost his appetite. “That doesn’t even sound right.”

“I think it does,” Elena’s viewing, no admiring Bonnie’s fancy wedding invitation on the weighted paper specifically destined for special occasions. There’s a picture of witchy and her fiancé together, so possessed by one another that their eyes are on each other instead of breaking the fourth wall and smiling at the camera.

Dreadful.

The Niklaus Mikaelson is staring at Bonnie like nothing else matters and her face is a reflection of his. It’s unsettling; two of the most guarded individuals he’s encountered in his lifetime have dropped every defense with their wide, honest smiles and knowing gazes.

Is this a practical joke, Damon wants to ask but Elena is here- if he even gives life to the words, there is a strong possibility that she will deny the absurdity of this unfortunate event, blindly in favor of whatever decision Bonnie makes even when it’s the wrong one.

For now, he chooses silence. On the inside, he is shouting.

Damon sidles up next to his girlfriend, not because he’s feeling romantic, but because he must investigate this picture. He’s already stared for an indefinite amount of time, yet the urge to pick apart and criticize hasn’t left. It’s stronger than ever.

The picture is intimate, as if they are laughing at some joke no one else hears, or speaking telepathically the way couples do. They’re both saying the same thing: I love you.

And Damon thinks it’s deplorable.

Still, there’s a tug inside of him because he could’ve sworn she looked at him just like that, after he’d said something completely inappropriate, and Bonnie, she doesn’t want to laugh, yet he always seems to strangle the sound out of her without much effort on his part.

And sure, they might’ve been living the same day eternally and, yes they might’ve been the last two people on Earth, (or so they thought,) but it still counts for something… right?

“Right about what?” Elena’s brown eyes are on him, a small glimmer of concern.

He’s beside himself so much so that he’s talking without his own permission. This event to bear witness to, this marriage might just be the thing that makes him… Insane, probably.

“She looks so happy,” Elena sighs in content, staring at the Save the Date affectionately. “I can’t help but feel the same way. Her smile is infectious, isn’t it?”

He’s not even hearing her.

The date of the wedding is a year from now, give or take a few days, on Sunday, May 5th.

Why they would choose a destination such as hot, stinky, swampy, bad roads, boisterous streets Louisiana, is beyond him- they’ll have to plan in advance to attend. He’s been looking so intently that Damon can recite the RSVP number in reverse.

The colors for the wedding are complicated and impractical, but Klaus, Bonnie’s soon-to-be-husband knows about color theory…apparently when he isn’t being a terrorist, or getting on one knee for Bennett witches after a measly eight months of dating, he dabbles in art.

Yeah, well, so did Hitler.

“What alternate universe are we in?” He speaks again, unable to hold his peace. “I mean, how in the hell does someone like him get to marry Bonnie? It’s Klaus.” He shrugs. And then he snorts, rolls his eyes to the ceiling, “That’s like me proposing to her.”

“Is it?” Elena is using her therapist voice, a tone she’s returning to more often than not when Damon mentions anything concerning their best friend. Before, she used this tone of voice sparingly, mostly to help comprehend the shift in their relationship dynamic when Bonnie returned from the prison world, but now, it’s all he hears.

Damon shrugs again, going out on a limb to say, “Maybe it’s worse.”

“Or maybe you’re just bias. You know, a lot of people didn’t understand how we worked either, once upon a time.” She lifts the invitation, her index finger extended. “But these two obviously adore each other. Klaus accepts nothing less than her being up under him at all times, and Bonnie is more than happy there. She barely comes out for drinks anymore.” Elena giggles at what she’s just remembered. “Now that I think of it, the last time I called her, I was interrupting. Apparently they were very…busy.”

“Busy?” He shudders. (It isn’t jealousy that runs down his spine.)

Her brown eyes are on him again, gentle, imploring as if she’s reminding herself she’s not chatting with Caroline. “I know you’re super protective over Bonnie, I get it, me too, but Klaus is perfect for her. She probably hasn’t been this happy since…since….” at first Elena thinks, then it turns into a full on falter and he realizes she’s about to say since before the Salvatores came into town and ruined her bubbly little Sabrina-the-teenaged-witch life.

Elena abandons the sentence altogether.

Damon clenches his jaw. His mind is on the wedding invitation again, a wiry impulse to do everything he’s capable of to prevent such an on occurrence, for fear that bearing witness to it might unleash an ancient curse.

Something like indignation moves through him because yes, he looks closer with squinted eyes, a year ago, he was on the receiving end of Bonnie’s bleeding heart stare.

He wonders how could he have been dense enough to not notice that she was whispering her love without moving her mouth for so long.

He wonders why it’s so clear now that she isn’t looking at him.

“Just look at them,” Elena gushes, she’s been sold since the script typography, “We have to find a frame. ”

(more here)

[shadowcatgirl09]

Pushing his hand away she eyes him with a dark mix of yearning and loathing. "Why won't you leave me alone? Why won't you let me go?"

"Why? Because you called out for me." He backs her up against the painting that inspired his appearance. "It's because I love you that I won't let you go."

BonKai AU: Bonnie Bennett is a world class painter; having created masterpiece after masterpiece since she was eleven. By the time she reached eighteen she was nearly in a class of her own. But now at twenty not only only is pressure getting to her, she's beginning feel burnt out and her artist block has hit an all time high.

She begins to spiral so her friends stage an intervention disguised as a vacation to a picturesque town called Heron. There she meets Dr. Atticus Shane and things only get worse from there. Something is calling to her from the depths of Sage Lake. One night in a desperate bid not to lose her scholarship she sends up a prayer after midnight and the eldritch entity responds.

It comes to her in the form of a young man bearing a strange resemblance to a painting she once did. Singing promises of wonders beyond her imagination he slowly absorbs her into his twisted dark world. Her paintings begin to become reality and Kai corrupts everything through them. Things take another turn for the worse when she realizes she is trapped and her only way out is to make art that can save her but may also release him.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Make Me Believe It

kai parker x bonnie bennett | requested

summary: bonnie rolls her eyes every time her grams talks of magic. no matter what the older woman says, she refuses to believe it. it isn't until she's shown magic that she starts to reconsider, thanks to one kai parker, and his particular way of getting her attention.

tags: high school au (seniors / both 18), cheerleader & popular girl bonnie, quiet kid kai; starts off mildly dubious, inappropriate behavior, eventual smut, consensual sex, library sex, magic, siphoning, light petting, oral sex, fingering

word count: 7.6k

a/n: this has taken me freaking forever and i'm so sorry!! i hope you like it, i followed the request as closely as i could!!

a/n (2): title from "the magic" by lola blanc :)

“Everybody, please turn to chapter twelve in your textbooks. We’re going to be skipping ahead just a bit for this next unit.”

Twenty-two students simultaneously pull their books from their bags and begin flipping for the page. The sound of pages turning fills the air, coupled with a light scratching of chalk on the board as their teacher makes a few notes. 

As her back is turned, Kai stares a hole into Bonnie. Her search for the faraway page is entertaining, but nothing’s more priceless than the shock on her face when her textbook automatically lands on it with a big thud. She jumps, then scans the page in disbelief. Her friends glance over to her, concerned and curious. Bonnie swallows her fear. 

“Must’ve been the wind,” she mutters, noting the cracked window across from her. The chilly October air isn’t too greatly welcomed by the class, but their teacher insists on having a cool breeze. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches Kai’s face. His lips are curved into a slight smile, eyes full of mischief. Anxiety races in her chest and she turns away. 

Bonnie’s friends mutter something about a strong wind, but don’t comment further on the matter. Their attention is all brought to the teacher as she clears her throat and praises half of the class.

“Good job, you guys who found it so quickly. Using the index is always beneficial when you’re in a pinch. It is much faster than flipping through and hoping for the best. Now, can someone read out the summary?”

Bonnie lets out a silent thank you to whoever’s listening, as she isn’t called on to read the text. She fears her voice would be too shaky to read properly, or that Kai would hear it and save it to his memory. 

This isn’t the first incident she’s had with him, nor will it be the last. The quiet kid that sits in the back of the room isn’t your ordinary quiet kid. He’s dangerous, and everyone knows it. He hasn’t technically done anything criminal, spare a few fights over the years, so there’s no substantial reason to report him, but everyone tries their best to stay on his good side. 

Recently, he’s taken to Bonnie in a way that disturbs her. She can feel him watching her all the time, almost as if to study her. His posture is always relaxed, despite the stress that shows on his face; attempts to conceal it are poorly hidden by black eyeliner and cheap product. But what he can’t hide so easily is - quite literally - the trickery up his sleeve. Kai can do things she doesn’t understand, like flipping her pages or shutting doors. If she’s close enough, she can hear him whispering when he does it, or sometimes, he makes a hand gesture, and everything seems to obey. The teachers never mention it, or they’re afraid of bringing it up, and so for years, Bonnie assumes she’s imagined it. Though, as they enter their senior year and Kai’s odd behavior only increases, she’s started having doubts about her own beliefs. 

When the class bell rings, Bonnie doesn’t even hear it at first. Her friends urge her from her seat with harsh pushes and clapping hands, and only after one directly in front of her face, does she emerge from her trance-like state of worried thoughts about Kai Parker. She gathers her things quickly and rushes out the door, putting on a HBIC attitude as she walks down the hall. Freshmen gawk and seniors wet their lips, but she ignores both age groups with a roll of her eyes on the way to her next class. Her friends are at her hip, donning the same attitude. They smirk as the sea of students parts for them, and at the reminder of her power in school, Bonnie internally shrugs. She is untouchable, and Kai is nothing more than one of her desperate classmates, willing to get a rise out of her with more extreme methods than most. It was just the wind that blew her page; he only smiled because she met his eyes. 

Despite the rest of the day going smoothly, Bonnie finds herself walking to her Grams’ house rather than her own after school. She has her friends drop her off by the door, and laughs at their comments about her Grams’ “voodoo shit” before assuring them she’s only visiting to avoid her controlling father, not to be coaxed into trying herbs for her stress levels, nor anything else like that.

It’s no secret that her Grams is the witch of the town. Most people call her crazy, Bonnie included, but the woman insists they have magic in their blood. For years, Bonnie’s rolled her eyes every time she talks about it, but this time a stone seems to weigh on her chest. Her Grams studies her for a minute, then realizes that while she still might not believe she is a witch, she’s beginning to learn magic does exist, but doesn’t understand it. When she brings it up, her granddaughter is hesitant to talk. 

“I felt like I was going crazy all day,” she finally admits, halfway through a lavender tea. “My page flipped to the exact right spot, and when I looked over to see if the wind could’ve blown it over, he was giving me this smile I couldn’t interpret.”

“Who is he, dear?”

“The weird, emo-ish kid in my class, Kai Parker.”

“Oh.”

Her tone piques Bonnie’s interest immediately. “What kind of ‘oh’ was that? Was that a good ‘oh’ or a bad ‘oh’? Do you know him?”

“I know his family, not personally, but I know of them. Be careful, Bonnie, they’re not on the best side of the tracks.”

“What does that mean?”

“The Parkers are a particular family. They have the same abilities as we do, but their morals and traditions are quite different. Kai, especially, is quite different.”

“What does that mean, ‘abilities’? This isn’t that stupid witch-talk again, is it?”

“Bonnie-”

“It is! I don’t understand, every time I come over, you try to convince me of this stuff. This is why dad doesn’t want me to come here. What are you going to tell me, Kai’s a witch, too? He can move things with his mind? Move book pages and shut doors? Don’t witches sacrifice cats and shit?”

“That’s just in fairytales, dear. Only in cases of dark magic might sacrifices be made, and never such a loyal animal as a cat. But yes, Kai would be capable of things such as those, if he has the magic to do them.”

“There’s the word - magic. Y’know, this is why everyone thinks you’re crazy, Grams.”

“Yet you still came today, and I suspect over a hunch. He made you uneasy today. He performed a spell out of the corner of your eye, and you don’t understand. It’s okay to not understand, Bonnie.”

“No, this is insane. Kai is just another off-his-rockers bullied kid, and I probably got secondhand smoke from someone’s pot, because this is crazy.”

“Bonnie-”

“I’m leaving, okay? I can’t hear another word of this.”

“Bon-” 

But the door slams behind her before she can say another word. 

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In practice, Bonnie almost drops someone. She’s usually a flier, but today her coach put her on base just to try it out, and while she’s usually versatile in her abilities, her mind is in a thousand different places right now. A teammate catches the girl quickly, but shoots Bonnie a glare, and their coach snaps at both for the fallen stunt. 

“There’s a game coming up, and you guys cannot be messing around. You are going to get hurt.”

“If there’s a game coming up, we should be practicing in our usual positions,” Bonnie snaps.

The coach, passive when up against her best flier, caves. “I know. I was just trying something new to see if it worked. Everyone back to your usual positions.”

On the way back to their common formations, Bonnie’s friend catches her arm. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Their other friend joins the small talk.

“Yeah, just… Grams being weird yesterday put me in a mood.”

“Voodoo shit?”

“It’s always voodoo shit with her.”

“Did she give you tea?”

“Lavender, but probably something else, too.”

“Girls! To your positions!”

With each wearing a scowl at the interruption, they trudge over to their places. 

Bonnie doesn’t mention Grams’ talk of Kai to her friends. Nor does she admit to them that he’s the reason she almost dropped their temporary flier, nor does she confess she didn’t sleep that night because he was on her mind to the point of obsession. Something isn’t right about Kai - everyone knows that, but Bonnie suspects that something goes far beyond anything of her comprehension. Despite seeming like no more than your typical odd-ball, quiet kid, he’s someone who should not be undermined.

The next day in class, a ball of crinkled up paper hits Bonnie in the shoulder and she scowls. She turns to her friends, but their attention is uncharacteristically on the teacher. Bonnie frowns, but right when she’s about to chalk up the sensation to her imagination, she spots a paper ball on the floor. Cautiously, she picks it up and unravels it. 

You look hot in that uniform. Bet it gives the perfect little show to the people that have to hold you up. Do you think they’d accept me on the team for that job? - xx kp 

Her eyes look for him before she can stop herself. Staring right at her, Kai smirks. He runs his tongue along his lower lip, eyes traveling up her legs. Quickly, Bonnie changes the way she sits, pulling her legs out from under her. It doesn’t do much for the skirt length, but it makes her thighs slightly less visible. She swallows hard and crumples the note back up, tossing it in her bag just to get it away from her. For the rest of class, she can’t focus. And all throughout the game that night, she feels his eyes on her, despite not seeing him anywhere around the field. 

For days after that, Bonnie considers reporting him. Kai seems to be getting more and more vulgar, while also becoming more comfortable. He doesn’t have a routine for throwing her notes; he has no specific class period nor time at which he may send her one, making every day an anxiety-filled mystery. She finds herself peeking over her shoulder more than she’d like to admit, wondering what he’s up to back there in the corner. A shiver goes up her spine every time they make eye contact. 

Like clockwork, a ball of paper hits Bonnie’s shoulder. She considers ignoring it, already anticipating the sickly feeling in her stomach from whatever he has to say now. Though, like every time, some morbid curiosity makes her pick it up. She braces herself as she unravels it, then feels her mouth go dry. This time, it isn’t a message, but a drawing of two people in an explicitly sexual position. For a moment, she’s stunned by the penmanship. The “people” look like the art models one would find in their art teacher’s classroom; she didn’t even know Kai could draw. The picture, though, featuring the male model atop the female - depicted by their length in hair, amongst other things - almost makes her gag. 

Disgusted, she pushes it to the corner of her desk and looks back at her notebook. 

“Ms. Bennett,” the teacher’s voice suddenly calls her, “how many times have I said that you and your friends cannot pass notes in class? This is a time for learning, not for messing around.” Before she can even react, her teacher is at her desk and grabbing the paper. 

Panic rushes through her body. “Mrs. D-”

But the woman only shakes her head. “Cute.” She drops it. “But let’s send each other drawings later, okay? There’s plenty of time for that outside of class.”

Confused, Bonnie scrambles to grab the paper. Her heart drops to her toes when she sees a little dog with a ball, instead of the vulgar scene she had received. Bonnie flips the paper over twice, but there’s no evidence that the dog was anything else. It was like a trick of her mind, but she doesn’t understand how the ink had transformed into something totally different. 

“Bonnie,” the teacher says again, “focus, please.”

She throws the paper into her bag and tries not to think about it. 

It’s all she can think about. 

Whenever she’s scared or can’t find her confidence, Bonnie always goes to her Grams’ house. But this time, with all her talk of magic and witches, Bonnie feels like she can’t. She doesn’t want to admit how much the anomaly seems like magic. She doesn’t want to know more about Kai Parker and his family. She doesn’t want to hear anything else pertaining to anything except, dare she say it, actual school. 

Much like before, Bonnie doesn’t mention the picture, nor what it became, to her friends. When they ask who sent her a drawing - it being none of them - she just shrugged. “It was a piece of paper I picked up off the ground.”

She goes to her next class shaken up but doing her best to hide it. She masks well. 

The notes stop for a couple days. Maybe he’s gotten bored with her. 

Or maybe he knows he’s gotten under her skin.

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School starts to feel like school again after the football team’s most recent win. The players and their much appreciated cheerleaders are the school’s royalty; the kings and queens seen as to be on a pedestal amongst the others. Bonnie’s always enjoyed the attention. Regardless if she receives it out of others’ fear or fantasy, she relishes in the way it makes her feel. 

As she rounds the corner to her next class, her fame seems to follow. Less popular girls’ eyes drop to the floor, and wannabe cool guys’ gazes travel up and down her body. Bonnie works on her locker combination as the sudden feeling of a hand on her waist makes her skin crawl. Looking quickly, her stomach lurches at a boy who seems to be acting on an unexpected bravery. He smiles at her with hearts for eyes, if he were a cartoon. His hand rests on her bare skin, feeling the space between the two fabrics of her uniform, and he drools as if he’s never seen a woman in his life. 

“Get off me!” Bonnie shouts, jumping away. 

He doesn’t though, nor does he apologize. The guy moves back towards her, reaching out once more. 

“I’m going to tell a teacher!” Before she can yell for help, the guy yelps instead. Bonnie looks down just in time to see his hand being bent backwards into an unnatural position. His wrist, undoubtedly broken. The guy grabs his arm and shrinks into himself, then runs away with tears forming in his eyes. Bonnie stares, shocked, and a little scared. Then, the hairs rise on the back of her neck at the feeling of a new set of eyes on her. She looks around, only to see Kai staring at her. He gives her a small smile in response to her furrowed eyebrows. It answers nothing.

“What did you do?” She hadn’t seen him do anything, yet the question still feels relevant. 

Of course, Kai only shrugs. He turns on his heels to leave, but not without flicking his wrist in the air. Bonnie’s only more confused, but then his locker door slams shut. A shudder runs through her body, but there’s no AC blowing through the vents. There’s no wind, either, as the double doors had been closed minutes ago. 

Bonnie stares dumbfounded as Kai whistles on his way down the hall. She thinks of that guy’s wrist, bent so far that his fingers touched the back of his hand before returning back to normal. She could still hear the slam of the locker door reverberating in her eardrums. He had done something, in both instances, yet she had no idea what. 

For the first time in her life, Bonnie wonders if what she saw could’ve been magic. She chides herself immediately, but it is technically the first thing to cross her mind. There is no other reasonable explanation for it. Maybe if it had only been one crazy thing to happen, but two together, with Kai involved in both, is too much for it to just be chalked up to coincidence. 

It can’t be magic, she tells herself in class, that’s the stuff of fairytales. The air had to be on. He broke his own wrist to get a rise out of me.

He certainly did not, but she didn’t want to admit the alternative. 

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“Ms. Bennett,” her teacher’s voice becomes audible, “for the third time, are you listening?”

“What?”

“I asked you if you were listening.”

“Oh. Um, yeah. I mean, I am now.”

“Good. You’ll be paired with Kai for this project.”

“Wait, what?”

“Kai Parker.”

“But I’m usually with-”

“I’m switching things up today.”

“Oh.”

“You’ll all do fine with your new partners. You’ll learn to work together, despite your differences, if any present themselves.”

“But-”

“If I hear any complaints from any of you, these will be your partnerships for the rest of the year.” Bonnie wasn’t the one to complain, but she was sure as hell about to. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The class replies in unison. 

“Good.”

Bonnie refrains from looking behind her. It won’t do any good for her sudden spike in heart rate to see his likely-smirking face. It’s just her luck that she’d be paired with him. However, fearing retaliation and their teacher’s threat to make partners permanent, she keeps her mouth shut. It’s just one project. It can’t be that bad. 

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They had decided to meet in the library, twenty minutes after classes, but thirty before the game, giving them a solid hour to work on the project. Kai found a spot way in the back, of course, and by the time she arrived, had laid the entire project across the table along with several supplies they’d need. She has to admit, she is lucky her partner is so prepared, because she certainly is not. This project isn’t something she’s particularly thrilled about, so she isn’t expecting to put in much effort. 

“So I was thinking we would color code all the different groups of veins and muscles and bones and all that shit. It might be the easiest way to make the final product look not like a total mess. Because by the time this thing is complete, it’s going to be like the Skittles’ mascot threw up; Mrs. K really should’ve thought of that before, especially considering how most of our class has no organizational skills whatsoever.”

Bonnie almost laughs, and then realizes who she's talking to. “Sounds good,” she replies, giving him a small smile instead of an agreeable laugh. 

“Okay. Cool. So do you have any kind of ideas for what color to make what? And maybe we can do different shadings for certain things? Or different mediums?” When Bonnie cocks her head in confusion, Kai explains, “like a pen for one thing. Marker for another. Perhaps, like a blue colored pencil for veins, and then a pink marker for muscle. Because it’s thicker. I don’t know, I’m drawing straws for the best way for this to look nice.”

“I think that works. Maybe we can outline where the bones would be in an orange marker. So they stick out, but aren’t too much in the way.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s good. And nerves can be purple, or maybe green, so they don’t clash with any veins. And-”

“What happened in the hall today?”

Kai pauses at the interruption. “What?”

“Y’know, by the lockers. With the guy.”

“The guy that was creeping on you?”

“Yeah, him.”

He shrugs. “Maybe he was dared to do it. Didn’t look so sure of himself.”

“No, I mean what happened to his wrist? Did you do something?”

“I-”

“And the locker slamming shut. You turned your wrist, and it closed. There wasn’t a draft. The AC hadn’t kicked on yet.”

“Did I?”

Bonnie grows agitated. She usually remains quite passive against Kai, but she knows he’s hiding something, she knows she saw something. “Don’t bullshit me! You did something.”

He wets his lips with his tongue. “I might’ve.”

“What? What did you do?”

“Would you even believe me if I told you?”

She hesitates. “Would you even tell the truth?”

“Touché.”

“What did you do, Kai?”

“Alright, honest answer, since you so strongly demand.” He rolls his eyes. “Magic.”

“Magic?” She questions. “Bullshit.”

“It’s not, actually. For example, if we didn’t feel like doing this whole project, I could just do a little finger-work, and complete most of it in a mere second.”

“Yeah, right.”

“It’s true.”

“Prove it.”

Kai bites his lip. “Yeah, about that, though… I don’t really have access to magic. As in, I can’t make it myself.”

“What?”

“It sucks, I know.”

“Then how do you do the things you do? How do you break boys’ wrists, and slam doors, and send creepy pictures that turn into other things?”

Kai smiles, as if pleased she’s remembered his notes. “I take it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I take magic. That’s how.”

“I’m not following.”

“Basically, my dad has all these books in the house,” he pauses, reading her face, “grimoires, if you will.” Bonnie freezes. That’s the term Grams uses to describe her books. Her witchcraft books. “And,” Kai’s still talking, “if I touch them, I get a little bit of the magic inside them. Then I can use it however I want.”

“Grimoires?” She plays dumb, as if she hadn’t heard the word.

“Magical books. Spell books. Potions. History. Harry Potter on steroids.”

“And you expect me to believe this?”

“Alright here, let me prove it to you.”

“I just asked you to prove it and you said you couldn’t,” Bonnie points out.

“Yeah, technically. But I can.”

“How, exactly?”

“Let me touch you.”

“What?! No way!”

“Just your arm. Just for a moment. Enough to siphon a bit of your magic to use as my own.”

“I don’t have magic.”

“Oh, yes you do.”

“No, I don’t. If I had magic, I think I would know.”

“And I think I can prove two things to you right now. Kill two birds with one stone, if you will.”

“What do you want?”

“Let me siphon you. If it works, we prove two things. One, I can do magic, and I can show you how I’ve been doing all these fun and sexy tricks.” She wrinkles her nose at the word choice. “And two, I can prove that you can do magic. Because as a witch, I can only siphon other witches. Humans don’t have magic for me to take.”

“You’re insane.”

“Want to prove it?”

“Not really.”

“Are you sure?”

Bonnie sighs, then without another word, lets curiosity get the best of her and holds out her arm. Kai smiles slightly, then takes a gentle hold of her. Within seconds, a warmth floods her body, it’s origin being their point of contact. She stares incredulously, then gasps when the skin beneath his palm turns to a glowing orange. It doesn’t hurt at first, but when he doesn’t let go for another ten seconds, her body starts to feel weak. A sharp pain stings her shoulder.

“Hey-”

Kai drops her arm immediately. “Sorry. Felt good to take without having to steal.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I have to steal it when my father refuses to let me have it. Taking it allows me to focus better; feel the magic seeping into my bones and mix into my blood. It also hurts the one giving it less than if I were to steal it.”

Bonnie’s shudders, suddenly glad she didn’t argue too much. 

“Alright. You have magic. Prove it.”

Without further question, he lifts a finger and rolls a crayon across the table. Bonnie watches, eyebrows furrowed, but then crosses her arms. “That’s so basic.”

“I can do more.”

She scoffs. Then, with another swift move on his part, her skirt flies up. It hangs in the air for a split second, exposing her, before flopping back down. Bonnie scrambles, moving her legs so that there’s no chance of it flying up again. 

“You’re an ass!”

“But it worked, did it not?”

“The AC kicked on.”

“Okay. Don’t believe me. It’s fine.”

“Do something else.”

“Remember what I said earlier? That this project would go by so much faster if I just used a little bit of magic?” Kai ghosts his hand over the project and all the veins are correctly drawn and labeled on the model in one fell swoop. Bonnie blinks twice in complete disbelief. “Magic,” he chuckles, “just like I said.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You would if you’d listen to your Grams. Now. Since I think we’ve done enough of this project today. Let’s do better things! Much more important things.”

“Wait-” her brain is still stuck on the mention of her Grams. How does Kai know her? How does he know about her being a witch? Why does he think Bonnie is a witch? “I’m confused.”

He sighs. “I just explained it, BonBon. I suck up magic, and then I can use magic. I bet your Grams has mentioned it before.”

“How do you know her?”

“Family friend to my parents,” he says, matter-of-factly, “ish.”

“What?!”

“C’mon, Bonnie. You don’t think two witch families live in the same town and are just unaware of each other’s existence, now do you?”

“I- I don’t know!”

“She probably hasn’t told you too much because she didn’t think you’d believe her.”

“I-”

“Yeah. Magic can be hard to understand, I get it. But I can help you, if you’d like.”

“Help me with what?”

“Understanding it better. I’ll use my magic and you can get the hang of it. Because, I mean, the project was one thing, but I think it’d really help if you could see it in action.”

“In action? What? What do you mean?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Absolutely not.”

He chuckles. “Probably smart.” Kai rephrases, “do you want more?”

She decides for a moment, then offers a confident “yes.” She wants further proof of magic. She wants to understand. Bonnie doesn’t like Kai knowing something she doesn’t. Especially when it partially has to do with her. 

“Alright, I have just the thing. Now, don’t panic, just let it happen. Watch my finger.”

Bonnie expects him to close the window blinds, or move a book across the counter. What she doesn’t expect is to suddenly feel a heat between her legs; the subtle ghost of a finger rubbing under her skirt, stimulating her most sensitive nerves. It takes her a moment to realize what’s happening, then she squeezes her legs closed. 

“Kai!” He stops. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Magic.” She swallows hard and he watches her throat bob. “Do you want me to stop?”

Bonnie looks around. Their section of the library is relatively unoccupied. The woman at the desk has her nose buried in a book. Kai is giving her a look that makes her nervous, yet she can feel her body begging for more. 

“No,” she weakly admits.

“Just a little more? So you can be sure it’s not a trick of your mind?”

“Yeah. That.”

He finds that funny. “Okay. That.” His finger starts to move again. Above the table, he makes circles on the wood. Atop her panties, she can feel him rubbing her clit. Bonnie bites back a moan. “Too much?”

“Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. With an annoying look on his face, he dives deeper, moving one hand for it to pet her heat, feeling the wet spot forming. He swallows cautiously, watching her face. “It’ll be easier if you unclench your legs.”

She gives him a little more room, almost unconsciously. Kai’s fingers have more room now. He finds a rhythm and takes note of the way her back arches in her chair. 

“Oh god,” she mutters, “Kai.”

“Shh, don’t want anyone hearing, do you?” He’s close, suddenly. He nips at her earlobe which sends a shock down her spine. 

“Shit.”

“Just let go. You’ll feel better.” Kai presses an unexpected kiss to her jaw. It startles her, much like the nip, but she doesn’t push him away. “C’mon, Bon. Let go.”

After another few seconds, she does. Kai doesn’t stop touching - magically - as she comes. He keeps his fingers busy throughout her high, admiring the deep breaths she takes to keep herself quiet. Bonnie clamps a hand over her own mouth and squeezes her eyes shut. After a moment, she rests a desperate hand on his shoulder, begging him to stop. Finally, he steadies his fingers, laying them flat on the table. 

“Have you done this before? You’re good at staying quiet.”

She shakes her head quickly and it’s the truth. 

“Huh. Well, is that proof enough?”

The girl reaches out and grabs his hand. She feels his fingertips for her wetness but finds them dry. “I- how?”

“Again, Bonnie Bennett, magic.” He winks, then stands up, project in hand. “Wow, um, almost time for the game. I’ll take this home and we can work on it later. How’s Tuesday work? That good? Great, I’ll see you then.” He seems to be talking more to the room than her. As if wrapping up the conversation how most study dates end could distract from what they had just done. “Oh, and Bonnie?” He leans back down to whisper in her ear. “I’d change, if you have a spare pair. Those might be a little wet.”

Instinctively, she reaches under her skirt and flinches at the wet spot that’s formed. When she looks back up to say something to Kai, he’s gone. 

It takes Bonnie a minute to return to her senses. She stumbles out of the library queerishly and tries to remember which direction are the lockers. Luckily, by the time she gets there, she’s able to temporarily push out the library events, and catch her friends when they run into her arms. 

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Bonnie can’t stop looking at Kai all day. On Monday, she avoided eye contact with him - every time she’d look or hear his voice, she’d remember what he’d done - but on Tuesday, as she anticipates their “study date” in the next few hours, she finds herself glancing back more than she’d like. Each time he catches her looking, he sends her a wink that spends her spinning back around in her chair. Their teacher, luckily, is none the wiser, but after the third time, her friend notices. 

“What’s up with you, Bon?” She asks. Bonnie misses the question. Out of the corner of her eye, Kai waves. Her friend follows her side glance. “Did he do something to you?” Bonnie still doesn’t hear, causing her friend to snap her fingers.

“What?” She blinks wildly, coming back to the present.

“Did he do something to you? You have this weird look on your face and have looked at him, like, ten times today.”

“What? Oh. I mean, he’s just being his usual self.” Bonnie then curses herself. She hasn’t told her friends about any of it: the incident at the lockers, the siphoning of magic, the thing in the library. She hasn’t even told them, nor her Grams, that she’s been starting to actually believe the whole “witchcraft” thing. Because one, how does one go about admitting they believe in witchcraft without sounding crazy, and two, how the hell is Bonnie supposed to confess that Kai is the one that brought her to belief?! “And by that I mean, just… staring. I don’t know, I can feel his eyes on me.” She never told them about the pictures nor the notes, either. 

“Want me to get him in trouble?” She raises her hand for the teacher before Bonnie can even answer, causing the girl to panic.

“No! I mean, he’s fine. He hasn’t done anything.” She lowers her hand, and Bonnie explains a little more. “Save it for when he’s being weirder, so we’re not the boy who cried wolf, y’know?”

“Yeah, yeah, smart. So how’s your project coming along?”

“Which one?”

“The one where you’re paired with him.”

“Oh! Oh, yeah, that. Fine. Luckily, I think his parents are strict enough that if he doesn’t do a good job, he’ll be in trouble,” she lies easily. 

“Ah. Dare I say you’re lucky? My partner didn’t even show.”

“Yikes.”

“Yep. I’m screwed.”

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“For the record, you’re not totally wrong.”

“What?”

“If I fail, my parents will be pissed. Y’know, they wanted to homeschool us, but my sister practically begged them to let us go to a real school.”

“I wonder why,” she mutters, thinking about what her Grams said about his family. 

“Yeah, well, Jo wasn’t having it. And since she’s the favorite child, she got her way. As long as we’re both on our best behaviors.”

“Jo? AP Bio Jo?”

“That’s the one.” 

“Huh.” Bonnie had no clue they were related. His sister’s one of the smartest - albeit most quiet - people in school. “So this is your best behavior?” She asks with a bit of snark.

“Yep. Can’t overstep my twin’s shadow, now can I?”

Twin? Well, guess they are in the same year. Kai is a mystery she continues to unfold. 

“So you have to do well enough in school, but not too well?”

“Yep. Y’know what the balance is? Being smart, but no one sees it because you’re too busy being an asshole.”

“Right.”

He shoots two finger guns at her. “Exactly.”

There’s definitely something deep and dark hidden under all that, but Bonnie doesn’t feel comfortable unpacking it right now. “So… why me? Why do I always seem to be on the other end of your stick?”

“Clarify.”

“Like when you broke the guy’s wrist, or slammed your locker, why did you do it in front of me?” She pauses, then, “is it because you think I’m a witch?”

“Partly. To be honest, you should know you are a witch, but if you don’t want to admit that, that’s fine. The real reason, though, is ‘cause I like you.”

Bonnie’s surprised she doesn’t get whiplash from how fast she whips her head around to face him. “What?!”

He only shrugs. “I don’t know, you’re intriguing. See, I’ve been studying you these last couple months, first because I knew you were a witch, but then I became curious.”

“I’m not exactly comforted by the fact you’ve been ‘studying’ me.”

“Relax, I do it to everyone. You’re just the most interesting person so far.”

She’s not sure to take that as a compliment or not. “So what do you mean by ‘curious’ then?”

“Well, the way you’re not afraid to boss everyone around is attractive. You’re pretty on your own, obviously, but who doesn’t like a sassy woman? Besides,” he continues, “you just looked like someone who’d be into freaky shit.”

She scoffs, but isn’t exactly turned off by his crude words. “Like?”

“You tell me, are you a fan of magical orgasms, or is it the fact that we’re in the library that got you so wet last time?”

“I-I, I don’t know,” she stammers, taken off guard once again. 

“Does that mean you need a refresher?”

“What?! Are you insane? We can’t do that again.”

“Oh please. Tell me it’s not the only thing you’ve thought about.”

“Well of course I’ve thought about it, it’s a little hard to forget what it was, but it cannot happen again!”

“What, scared of getting caught? Or scared of admitting you like it? Or, could it be you’re scared of seeing my magic again, scared to admit we’re both-”

“Don’t even say, ‘witches’.”

“-Supernaturals,” Kai says instead.

“Oh my god. Okay. Fine. Maybe one of those. Maybe all of the above.”

“So a no on the refresher?”

“We have to work on this project,” she insists, eyeing the students on the other side of the bookcase.

“Alright, then. Project time.”

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Some hour into working - actual working - on the project, Bonnie starts to get restless. Kai’s behaved ever since she shut him down, but now it seems he’s getting antsy again. He looks like he’s doing nothing, but she can say she knows him better than that. A quiet Kai is a scheming Kai. The way his hands are resting still on the table, eyes are focused intently on the paper model, make her suspicious. When a familiar warmth starts to excite her body, coupled with a tingling sensation down her spine, she calls him out. 

“Stop doing that.”

He looks up, noticeably caught off guard. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Yes, you are. You’re doing your ‘magic’ thing.” She lowers her voice on the certain word.

Kai chuckles. “Um, nope. I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. I can feel it.”

“Are you sure that’s not just you wanting it? Because I don’t even have any right now.”

“Prove it.”

He tries to move the markers but can’t. The gesture towards her skirt does nothing.

“How do I know you’re not faking?”

“Why don’t you just admit you want it?”

“What?”

“You’re feeling things that aren’t there. Obviously you want something from me, and it isn’t my impeccable nerve drawing skills.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Says the one with the desire literally emanating off her. C’mon, you don’t think I can’t feel you staring at me?” 

Bonnie says nothing. As much as she hates to admit it, he’s right. All day, her mind has been replaying the memory over and over, and if she’s honest, she’s getting pissed off at him right now, for pretending like he actually wants to do the project, instead of other things that he clearly would rather do instead.

She shrugs, still refusing to answer. In a way, that’s an answer in itself. 

“Alright, let me finish this last nerve.”

“You’re on my last nerve.”

Kai chuckles, dimples indenting the sides of his face in a way that annoys her. It makes him look cute. She does not need to think he looks cute. 

He puts his marker down and gives her a suggestive wink. “I’mma do something a little better this time. Less magic, something more… involved.”

“That doesn’t sound good coming off your tongue.”

“I think you’ll feel differently about my tongue in a couple minutes,” he says, suddenly dropping below the table. 

She freezes, then turns to find where he went, gripping the rounded wood. “Wait, what are you doing?!”

“Magic makes you nervous, I get it. There’s other ways to have a good time.”

“Are you insane?!” She finds him between her legs, dangerously close. 

“Uh, yeah, actually.” Bonnie rolls her eyes. “Just relax! No one’s around.”

The thought isn’t that much of a comfort, yet she unconsciously starts to pull at her skirt anyway. She glances around nervously as he moves in, strokes her leg to get her to inch off the seat, then kisses her inner thigh as soon as he gets access to it. 

“You just have to be quiet,” he says.

“You just have to shut up,” she retorts, running a finely manicured hand through his hair and scratching slightly. 

Kai smirks against her skin, still pressing kisses to it, then brings his attention to her core. To his surprise, she shifts to help him remove her panties, before returning her hands to his hair. 

“Be quiet,” she tells him, anxiety rising.

“You be quiet.”

She speaks through clenched teeth. “Kai, I’m serious.”

“Relax,” he repeats, “you’ll be fine.”

She hates him seeing her nervous like this, and that anxiety is almost strong enough to make him push her away, but then he spreads her legs further, and presses his tongue flat against her core, and she gasps out of surprise before covering her mouth. 

“Shit,” she mutters. Bonnie opts to lean forward more, blocking the view better for anyone who might unexpectedly walk by. She grabs a pencil to look busy, then puts it in her mouth to shut herself up instead. 

Kai flicks his tongue between her folds, tasting her arousal as it builds. He keeps both hands on her inner thighs, keeping her legs open despite her innate urge to squeeze them together. He moves his lips to her clit, sucking the small bundle of nerves, and sending jolts of pleasure straight down her spine. Bonnie bites hard into the pencil. One hand dips below the table to find his hair again, desperate to hold onto something. Kai’s only encouraged by this. He rolls his tongue around her clit in circles, not stopping even when she’s digging her hand into his scalp. 

“Oh my god, Kai,” she whispers, legs beginning to shake. Her jaw tightly clenched around the pencil was getting sore, but the minute she let up, his name slipped from her lips.

She puts her fist into her mouth instead. 

“Shhh,” he playfully chides. 

His focus is back on her core now as he lets his tongue explore. His nose is pressed up against her skin, so the next breath he remembers to take goes straight to her heat. 

Bonnie’s overwhelmed with pleasure, yet desperate for more. She’s about to complain when he stops for a moment, but then a finger replaces where his mouth had just been, and his tongue returns to her clit. 

His unexpected finger in her core sends a shiver throughout her body. She’s wet enough that he adds another almost immediately. Bonnie can feel her arousal dripping from her body, without her panties to catch it, and she tries not to cringe. 

“Fuck.” She’s finally getting close. He works on her clit like he’s starving. His fingers hit her favorite spot. 

“Want a little something extra?” He pauses to ask, eyes twinkling with danger.

Bonnie’s not sure if he’s talking about magic, but she doesn’t care. She’s embarrassed when those words fall from her lips. “I don’t care, just don’t stop.”

Smirking slightly, Kai does as he’s told. He finds the same rhythm he was using a second prior, bringing her back to the edge before she could lose it completely. He then focuses on the hand holding her inner thigh from closing in on his head and siphons. Bonnie struggles to hold back a whimper, then audibly clamps a hand back over her mouth. She makes a fist again, biting down hard. 

Kai only siphons enough to make her finish, then stops. He relies on himself to do most of the work, not his magic. He fingers her throughout her orgasm, only stopping when the sounds become too loud contrasting the quietness of the library. He licks at her clit until she releases her tight grip of his hair. 

Relief shudders through Bonnie as she’s finally snapped. Tension releases from her shoulders, causing her to momentarily slouch onto the desk. Kai laps at her arousal, cleaning it up as much as he can, before ducking his head out of sight. He reemerges a second later, eyes glossy. Bonnie turns to him, still breathing hard.

“Holy shit.”

“Any regrets?”

“Hell no.”

He runs his tongue along his lower lip, still wet from her. The sight sends another shockwave throughout her body. The sudden desire to kiss it off him rises, but she fights it. She doesn’t want to make things intimate between them; they’ve become close enough the last couple days. 

“Do you?” She returns the question, wanting to ask something, but not sure what.

Kai raises an eyebrow. “Do you even have to ask?”

Bonnie smiles before she can stop herself. Her gaze drops to the floor. 

“Can I ask something?” He’s hesitant, not quite where he stands with her now. Does this make them friends? Friends with benefits? Classmates with benefits? Classmates with secrets?

“What?”

His question has nothing to do with the thousand that swirl about in his mind.

“What made you change your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon, you know my rep around here, and I know I freaked you out for a while-”

“You still freak me out.”

He chuckles. “So what made you change your mind enough to trust me? To let this happen, not once, but twice?”

She crosses her arms, stubbornly, but at the raise of one of his eyebrows, sighs and lets her guard down. “Maybe seeing how your magic works ‘changed my mind’,” she makes quotation marks with her fingers. “My Grams is always so… enthusiastic about the way she talks about it. I think your dull voice helps tone it down.”

“Nice save.”

Bonnie actually laughs. “It’s less daunting, I guess.”

“And seeing it in action like this helps, I bet,” he teases.

“Maybe so.”

“Well, on that note, you have practice soon, and I should find Jo before she leaves me here. But, uh, we're still good to meet Thursday?”

“Yeah. And maybe… if you really say I’m a witch, too, you can help me tap into that, so I can cheat on some of these really boring assignments.”

Kai snorts. “Only if you let me siphon occasionally.”

“Only if this never gets out to anyone.”

“Ditto.”

“Then we have a deal.” She agrees. “Oh! And another thing, this,” she points in between them, “won’t be the last time, okay?”

“Deal.”

[klonnieshippersclub]

Bonnie bennett as a headmistress in a supernatural school makes so much more sense then alaric understandably kat wasn't interested in returning as bonnie so that wasn't possible which is why legacies itself makes no sense they had nobody important wanting to return

Here are some beautiful pics of Kat that I think gives headmistress!Bonnie.

I don’t blame Kat for not being interested in returning as Bonnie. TVD had eight long years to do right by her. She gave ideas and was continuously sidelined for being black. There is no excuse for their behavior but to call racism what it is. There is a reason Candice was open to returning during season 3(from what I was told) and her later guest appearance. Legacies, didn’t even do right by their black/or non-white characters. How do you make a musical episode with a joke that Bonnie wasn’t important? Huh.

Bonnie didn’t have a ton of help being a witch. She was self-taught it would make perfect sense for her to want to create a space for witches/supernatural beings without guidance. It is very telling that TVDU started to introduce child witches/other beings but never connect them to Bonnie. I can’t talk about Legacies without mentioning Hope and Bonnie. If you aren’t aware Hope is physically book description Bonnie without the big curly red hair.

I do not know much about Legacies-lore wise. I am aware that Alaric used and manipulated Hope into protecting the school/his daughters by proxy. I know that Hope continuously felt that she HAD to protect the school and everyone else. From discussions with my mutuals Hope and Alaric relationship to me feels very predatory. Why does a student and a teacher have private meeting to the point where his own children calls it out? That responsibility to save everyone shouldn’t have been on any student’s hands.

Legacies was all about the supernatural school. It feels very different than TVD’s supernatural beings existing in the real world. Where are the activities that young teenagers would do? Dances? Partying? Gossiping? As headmistress and Hope's step-mom, Bonnie would be the positive parental influence that she desperately needs! Bonnie would never run a school where Hope would have to feel like she is everyone’s savior.

[thatfanficstuff]

Not About You - 40

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x ofc

Damon and Lucy sat in Elijah’s living room while they waited for him to clean up. Finally, he emerged freshly showered in a new suit. “That is much better,” he said with a twist of his head. He sat in one of the chairs. “So the children killed the Martins. The slim advantage I still held against my brother is gone.”

“Still planning on killing him then?” Lucy asked. She’d been hoping he’d change his mind. Niklaus was the last living member of his blood family.

His dark eyes studied her for a moment. “Of course.”

She nodded. She didn’t like it, but she understood.

“And how exactly were you planning on doing that? You never really said,” Damon asked.

“I intend to remove his cold, dead heart from his chest,” the Original answered with a blank expression though Lucy caught the twitch of a muscle in jaw. “Without the witches I cannot guarantee he will remain incapacitated long enough for me to do so.”

“Bonnie?” Damon said with a glance to his girl.

Lucy curled her lip. “I don’t trust her.”

“She’d die to save Elena,” he corrected. “If she thinks that’s what she’s doing, we can trust her.”

“Elena will already be dead by the time Ms. Bennett is needed, her fate in the hands of a very old potion,” Elijah said.

Lucy sighed. “Maybe I can talk to Klaus. Get him to postpone so we can come up with a better plan.”

Damon rolled his eyes. “I don’t think so. I don’t want you anywhere near Klaus.”

“Well, it’s too late for that.”

There was a long stretch of silence as Damon stared at Lucy and she did her best to look at literally anything but him. “What is that supposed to mean?” he asked.

When there wasn’t an immediate answer, he tugged on her arm to make her look at him. “What does that mean, Lucy?”

When she still didn’t respond, Elijah took it upon himself to answer. “The only cure for a werewolf bite resides in my brother’s blood. In exchange for Lucy’s life, she had to promise three favors of his choosing. Though there are limitations.”

Damon’s head snapped to the side to glare at his girlfriend. “Were you ever going to tell me this?”

“We just did.” She couldn’t look at him. She’d lose him now. Damon didn’t like complications and this was the biggest fucking complication she could think of.

He stood and stared down at her, willing her to look at him. “How could you possibly think this was a good idea? The guy’s such an asshole his own brother wants to kill him and you’re selling yourself to him?”

Her gaze shifted up to him as she frowned and he flinched at the tears in her eyes. “Don’t make me sound like a whore, Damon. Would you rather I was dead? Because that was the alternative.”

He raked a hand through his hair. “Of course not.” He paced the floor before looking back at her. “I need a moment. I’m going to talk to Stefan.”

With that, he stormed out the door, slamming it behind him. Lucy stared after him as her heart broke and a single tear ran down her cheek.

Elijah stood and wiped the drop away with his thumb. He grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Come, Lucy. We will call my brother and face the beast together.”

***

To say Lucy was surprised to find herself at Alaric's apartment was an understatement. She and Elijah were supposed to be meeting Klaus. What the hell was he doing here? She found it hard to believe that the teacher was working for the enemy all along.

Elijah knocked and the door was answered by a smiling Ric. "Brother, please come in," he said and took a step back.

Lucy tried to follow but got stopped at the door. Ric frowned. "I was under the impression the girl was human."

Elijah let no emotion show on his face. "She was until very recently."

"In that case," he said, turning back to her, "come in, love."

She stepped into the apartment. Her eyes darted around the room, taking everything in as she tried to figure out what exactly was going on. Katherine sat on a chair to the side of the room stabbing herself repeatedly in the leg. Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise. “Found Katherine. We can cross that off the list.”

“Yes. Katerina and I have been having a marvelous time. It was so kind of you all to keep hold of her for me.” Ric’s unusual tone and inflection made him sound nothing like his usual self.

Lucy looked at Elijah. “What is this?”

“Traveling spell,” her uncle answered. “One of my brother’s favorites. Don’t worry, he won’t stay in there long. He’s far too fond of his normal appearance to suffer so.”

Her lips twitched as she tried not to smile at the scary hybrid.

RicKlaus walked around her, taking her measure. “She’s very attractive.” He looked past her to Elijah. “Are you certain your relationship isn’t more…intimate?”

Lucy scrunched her nose in disgust at the idea and Elijah scowled. "She is my niece, Niklaus. Please show a little decorum."

"Is she though? I don't recall any of us having children." Klaus smirked.

"Her father attempted to save my life once. We became friends. I've known her since she was an infant. You know this. I explained it to you."

Klaus shrugged as if it didn't matter and stood in front of her. It was so weird to be looking at Ric but know it wasn't him. This was going to give her a headache. He leaned forward to look into her eyes. "You're just going to do everything I say, aren't you love?"

She blinked at him. "Nope. I'm going to do three things for you. No more. That was the deal."

He frowned and glanced at Elijah. "Vervain," the older brother explained. "I insisted she drink it before we came. She will continue to do so as long as you are in town. I don't trust you."

"You wound me, Elijah. I won't hurt your pet." He turned his attention back to Lucy. "So, tell me, love, what do you know about my doppelganger?"

She shifted her gaze from him to Katherine. "Which one?"

"I know all about Katerina, love. Tell me about the other one."

She briefly thought about asking if this counted as one of the favors but decided not to push her luck. "Elena Gilbert. She's a kid. 17 maybe?" Lucy shrugs. "I don't care enough to keep track. She's got a martyr complex. Thinks she's helping but she just makes everything worse. She also has a lot of people that are incredibly loyal to her. Ric being one of them. They aren't going to just hand her over."

"And if I told you to hand her over? What if I made that one of your tasks?" His gaze narrowed as he studied her.

She shrugged. “I don’t particularly care for Elena, but I’m not handing a kid over so you can kill her. I’d rather do it myself.”

That earned her a lopsided grin. "And if I told you it’s either you or her?”

Lucy and RicKlaus stared each other down as he waited for her answer. Despite Caroline saying she was done with Elena, Lucy knew the blonde would never forgive her if she handed over her former bestie. She didn’t want to hurt Care.

Finally, Elijah stepped forward, placing himself as well as he could between his brother and his niece. "I said within reason, Niklaus. And I believe I specified death and sex were not within reason."

The hybrid smirked. "Just testing her limits, brother. And yours. Task number one, you tell no one about me. Tell no one you've met me, or that I currently inhabit your friend here. Understood?"

"Understood."

Elijah wrapped a hand around her arm and led her from the apartment. They'd barely made it to the car when Lucy’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and sighed when she saw Stefan's name. He was undoubtedly calling to lecture her about keeping things from his brother. "If I don't get this, he'll just keep calling," she explained to Elijah before she answered. "Hello, Stefan."

"What are you doing, Lucy?"

"Like at this particular moment or in general?"

He laughed in spite of himself. "I meant the two of you waking Elijah, in particular," annoyance is heavy in his voice. He must have an audience.

She thought about what to say for a moment before answering not knowing if anyone else would be able to hear or not. "If I had Damon half-dead in my basement and you had the opportunity to rescue him would you leave him there?"

"Yes, because if he pissed you off that bad, he deserves it," he said with a chuckle. "But I see your point. They’re only trying to protect Elena."

"Incapacitating Elijah is not going to help them do that. You know that."

“Klaus is here. We're going to the dance tonight. You should come and chaperone with Damon. Show everyone you’re not the enemy."

A twinge of pain shot through her at the mention of her boyfriend's name. "I'm not sure Damon wants me to do that."

"What? Why not?"

Lucy sighed. "Haven’t you talked to him?”

"Not a peep. Should I be worried?” There was genuine concern in his voice.

"Nope. I’m sure he decided a drink was more important. We’ll see you at the dance." She slid her phone back into her pocket and looked over the top of the car to Elijah. "Can you drop me at the Grill?"

***

Lucy breathed a sigh of relief when she walked into the Grill and spotted Damon at the bar. She’d feared he’d run off and leave her there. She stepped up beside him. "Can I sit here or are you still mad at me?"

He motioned to the bartender for another drink. When he placed it in front of the empty stool, she took that as her cue to sit. She sipped at the amber liquid. "I thought you were going to talk to Stefan?"

He shrugged. "Cult Elena was still around so I decided not to." He still hadn't looked at her.

She stood from her seat. "I'll leave you alone. Stefan wants you to chaperone the dance tonight. He says Klaus is here. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about everything sooner.”

He didn't respond and she swallowed the lump in her throat. "I'll see you later." Her voice was quiet, little more than a whisper. She left and wrapped her arms around her middle as she walked down the street and struggled not to cry. Maybe Elijah would let her crash on his couch. Staying at the boarding house seemed like more awkwardness than she wanted to deal with right now.

Damon's car pulled up along the curb in front of her. He leaned out the window and looked at her. "Get in."

She thought about it for a moment then decided she'd rather walk. Damon groaned when she passed by him.

The car door shut behind her and a hand grasped her waist. He turned her to face him. "Please get in the car, Lucy."

She wiped at her eyes. "I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to lose you. I know this is a lot. That this is more hassle than I’m worth. So if you’re going to leave me just get it over with. I don’t have the strength to wonder.”

He cradled her face in his hands. "You're wrong. You are worth everything. I’m not going anywhere even if it means dealing with an Original hybrid. I’m just scared. Terrified that I’m going to lose you. I haven’t been afraid of losing anything for a long time, but you scare the shit out of me.”

She looked at him a beat longer, the tears flowing from her eyes now tears of happiness. “So I get to keep you?”

He grinned and kissed her lips. “Yeah, baby. I’m all yours.”