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“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. ”

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wait…….. i kinda want to write a one-shot about this now 😭😭😭

If anyone was to object a KB wedding would that be Damon?

I answered a similar question here. To make this simple, almost everyone has a reason to object. However, you mentioned Damon specifically and I'd love to discuss his reaction to Klonnie's wedding as a whole.

I ship Bamon romantically and was super disappointed to see all their chemistry go to waste. The show established that Bamon is platonic but continued to do things to press their boundaries. Damon inserted himself into the relationship Bonnie had with Enzo. It had nothing to do with Enzo and everything to do with Damon's relationship with Bonnie. He's very childish with his possession of Bonnie. That's his best friend and he doesn't really want to share. He certainly wouldn't want to share Bonnie with Klaus. Damon and Klaus are similar character types. I can picture Damon feeling like Klaus was replacing him. Klaus already stole his brother Stefan in the 1920s. Stealing Bonnie is going too far. Whether you ship Bamon or not, Bonnie is special to Damon and he would not be a fan of her joining the Mikaelson family. Does Damon object? Oh he wants to. He fantasizes about it. He wants nothing more than to kidnap Bonnie and drive her as far away from the wedding as possible. What stops him? Elena (she's smart enough to know when he is plotting something), his fear of Bonnie's wrath (she would kick his ass so hard) or Damon prioritizing Bonnie's happiness (he does love her like crazy and he still hates that Klaus makes her happy).

Also, a friend of mine is very interested in starting a Bamon-centric account similar to this one. Does that sound interesting to anyone? Bamon is kinda foundational to Bonnie's fandom and it's kinda sad seeing the lack of activity on here for them.

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#kat graham

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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES 3.21 'Before Sunset'

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#she's smiling, your honor #enemies to lovers, 500k+ words, slowburn

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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES 3.21 'Before Sunset'

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#kat graham

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omg

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likeee let’s be serious- she’s stunning 😍😍

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that’s great! what i really meant to ask was if the fic was going to be updated consistently but i didn’t want to sound demanding lol

LOL omg how polite of you 😭 i do tend to update sporadically, but i can assure you it won’t be as long as a gap as last time 🤎

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do you have the rest of less awake planned/written?

i have a general plan in my mind, i’ve been trying to write a fanfic exploring dark!Bonnie since like 2017 tbh, i just am very happy with my writing enough to flesh it out completely now. but i don’t ever write outlines or anything like that.

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i updated Less Awake 😇

Her blood tasted like whiskey on fire the way it burned his throat though it didn’t stop him from drinking bottomlessly. It was too good, he needed more, he would drown in her.


And Bonnie, she was smoothing out the hair at the nape of his neck repetitively, as if he was learning a new trick. As if he was being a good boy.


“Keep going,”


He pierced her neck a little more prominently with his fangs to hurt her a little. Her fingers kept its soothing, steady pace but something about it felt humiliating. It made him feel young again and Damon was losing himself in her, he knew that now, yet there was no way he was going to stop drinking.


She was haunting him and it was horrible, like that one trip he took with Giuseppe to Georgia, so long ago it felt like a hallucination. Eight and as mischievous as ever. He can still remember how his father yelled at him not to pick any peaches from the tree while he stared on silently wondering why he was getting reprimanded all the time. It was like Giuseppe knew beforehand that Damon would disobey him; he had that all too familiar expression of poorly veiled contempt written all over his face. Just like Lily the first time he made a mistake.


The man who owned the farm found it necessary to reinstate Giuseppe's words, add a few more of his own for good measure. He told him stealing was bad and something evildoers did and that the devil would drag him out of bed if he disobeyed his father. He dusted off his palms before setting them on his round belly, certain that the fear of god would set a child like him straight. He wasn't wrong, a tale like that would be enough for anyone else. It'd work on Stefan. However, Damon was no Stefan.


Since it seemed no one had faith in his restraint, it worked up quite the appetite within him. He thought to himself, as he looked upon the field, “why try?” And the peaches so orange, so ripe, so juicy just shrugged in the wind like they didn’t know either. He stole six and ate them back on the carriage ride from Savannah to Mystic Falls, fingers tacky with the sugary sweetness of fresh fructose.


Giuseppe knowing his son through and through, slapped him unconscious not because he stole but because he went against his word, the same word he never promised to keep in the first place.


When he woke up, Damon was called a scoundrel, a rebel, a delinquent. So on and so forth. How could he care?


Sure, his cheek was sore and bruised but his belly was full and his mouth was sweet and that was all that mattered.


He couldn’t explain it, but Bonnie was his modern Giuseppe.


Why bring him on the peach farm if he couldn’t eat the peaches? Why rub him like a puppy after repeatedly trying to pull the monster out of him?


Damon slurped between his fangs, half-aware of the mess he was creating. Eager to fill his belly with something warm and sweet, better than fresh peaches, better than poison. He lapped at her neck, streams of red down her chest, under her white blouse, down her arms. He drank and drank until he could hear the quiet plop of the blood gathering on the floor below her stained fingertips.


His breath lodged inside of his throat before he pulled away from her, frightened at the fact that he had lost control to such an extent. He hadn’t noticed how deeply he tore into her neck or her body losing its warmth.


This is what you wanted, right?


Bonnie looked up at him with unfocused eyes and held her bleeding neck with a smile. “You think you’re so bad, don’t you?” Then she smeared the dark red from her hands all over his face. “You’re just a sad little boy with a handful of peaches.”


He caught her before she could crumple.

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Obviously this was only the beginning of an addiction; the power that was surging through him was old and bare, branches that connected to a source he was too humble to meet, with roots that dug below graves and cut through cold.


Never had he felt this alive, not even being human could compare. He felt sated and sunburnt, intoxicated and abstinent, rich and bereft but only because he wanted more.


He brushed off her words: he wasn't sad, he wasn't a boy, he was somewhere between a god and a demon, existing in a realm of heaven and earth, holding everything, including her life in the palms of his hands.


She'd find out soon enough.


Damon held on to Bonnie, still, the aftertaste of blood a thick syrupy sweet. His tongue grazed his mouth to summon the flavor.


God.


She terrified him.


It didn’t matter that she was asleep, she was chasing him the nonetheless, an axe in her right hand and gaining on him.


He was running and running and running.
In circles.


Always in circles.

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hi bamily, this is a fanfic for “The Boys.” like I literally just couldn’t resist after i read this post by @illbejuliet

because yeah… he totally would. i call this one

BAD HABITS

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America wasn’t something he was proud of, but it was his. A fixer-upper, a hole-in-the-wall. One pathetic little place that he couldn’t help but feel something for despite being weighed down by the responsibility of making such a shitty place perfect.

But no task was too daunting for Homelander. He was made that way. He was the only being capable and determined enough to clean everything and everyone up.

He did care.

Though every now and then it surprised him how much, especially on nights like this where he’d breeze through the city searching for a reason to fly down and scrub the scum away. Obliterate it. Burn it all down, whatever it took.

“What the fuck is that smell?”

The dreadful strangely synthetic mix of strawberry chemical poison. A weighted cloud of it puffing up high enough to break the dew of the city.

He sighed before flying down from the heights, cracking his neck once cement was under his soles. What a great world to bare on the weight of his back.

“H-Homelander!” He was used to that look, the awe, the praise. He glanced at the sniveling boy with acne on his cheeks from dehydration, poor diet, overactive adrenals from having never moved from his gamer chair in his miserable life. And the dreadful stench of that fucking vaporized flash drive. “Can I have your autograph?” He asked and exhaled another noxious cloud.

John looked at him long and hard, unblinkingly, without enough energy to muster the look of disgust- only a stale stare of disappointment; staler even than vape breath. Were these the kind of people he fought for? His eyes started to glow.

No one would miss this kid. Except the cancer that was probably forming in his mother’s lungs.

This kid was a bad habit.

And bad habits died hard.

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"You do whatever you want, don't you?" She says, surprisingly calm after he's yanked her arm away from her date like he's caught her cheating. They're in the ladies' room and his brain is shooting spirals of rage up his spine. "Whatever Damon wants, Damon gets."

She's so wrong.

The dress she wears is tight in all the right areas but she throws a linen jacket over it because she won't allow herself to be sexy for once. It's better if she gives herself the illusion of a choice, as if she's confident enough to be so bold. It will take more than champagne for her to remove it. So uncomfortable in skin she's lived in for over two decades. Prudent and modest. You can't fuck me, you must fuck my mind.

"But god forbid, I get to know someone else who isn't you. It can't always be you, Damon. My life can't revolve around you, Damon."

Again, she's so wrong.

Bonnie doesn't even have the heart to sell these lines, did someone write these for you? he wants to ask.

But she's talking to herself more than she's talking to him. Convincing herself that she must quit him.

Damon will give her what she says she wants. He'll play along, become docile, hit the ping pong light enough that she won't have to go crawling around for it under the table with her ass in the air.

"You know what, you're right."

Her eyes widen in surprise.

"I'll try not to be as overprotective when it comes to you." Damon rubs the back of his neck, uneasily. "Sometimes I react first, it's like I can't help it… that's not fair." He straightens out her jacket from where he's grabbed her up. Dusts her shoulders to erase any signs of himself, so she can properly focus on that guy with his fists balled up in his lap.

Damon is behind her reflection in the mirror with his hands on her shoulders encouragingly, "you should lose the jacket." He knows she won't listen. At least not while he's still there.

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