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( &&. @bcnnettt. )
“oh hi-” she smiled at the other. “you look familiar. do we know each other? i’m katherine. the bride’s sister. but call me kate.” she said with another smile. “how are you enjoying the wedding so far? i’m totally in love with all the food here.” she added, tilting her head to the side.
bonnie looked up, shocked to hear someone speaking to her. she hardly knew anyone there, which made for a boring time. she’d known the bride in high school and that was all. she’d been accompanied by a date she’d scraped up, but he’d run off with one of the bridesmaid’s. “bonnie. a friend of the bride. lovely to meet you. you may remember me. i was your sister’s friend in high school.” she grinned and nodded. “wonderful menu choices.”
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niiklausx:
Was it possible that this town lured all types of supernaturals? did she know that she was a witch? this was a bonus to his appearance in this small town, a smile did press on his lips getting to know the doppelganger’s close friends can help him get closer to breaking the bloody curse. Now he placed his hand by his sides listening to the questions she was spewing out “Lovely to have run into you, at the moment just wanting to collect any information on it.”
Stranger danger had been drilled into her head as of late. Klaus was becoming a growing threat, and no one knew what he looked like or if he’d make his presence known. But still she found it hard to turn away from someone that hadn’t given her a reason to. Helping people was in her blood, after all. It was all she did day in and day out. She was a witch, and that made her useful. “Information on your family? Well, I’ve lived here my whole life. Do you have the last name?”
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“Oh–” she exclaimed in surprise, eyes bulging wide before closing tight. Her tongue popped out and she set the cup of coffee down on the counter in front of her. A slow, cooling inhale and her eyes opened again. “Wow- sorry, that’s really hot. Which I should have known, of course, but,” she chuckled lightly, trying to cut herself off before she rambled too much.
Bonnie raised her brows and held back a snicker. It appeared this woman lacked common sense, but in all truthfulness, the coffee here was really hot. She turned in her seat with a grin. “You should’ve known, yeah. But this coffee does have a reputation for being extra hot. Just give if a few minutes and you should be fine. No need to explain yourself. It happens all the time.”
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to say his conversation on the phone hadn’t gone well could be a gross understatement. he was frustrated && seemingly his first reaction was to throw the phone ( rather aggressively… ) on the couch, walking away. it was obvious he wasn’t in a good place. so when the other walked in, he couldn’t help but be annoyed, that soon fading from his face. “shit, sorry. i forgot we were supposed to meet.” how was he going to remember in the middle of all of this ???
they were meant to spend the afternoon together, && when he didn’t reply to any of her messages she got worried. inviting herself in wasn’t the best idea, but upon entering she figured it was lucky she’d done so. he was beyond angry, && while she didn’t exactly know why, it was probably best that she’d interrupted what looked like a temper tantrum. she held her hands up to wave him off as she approached. “don’t apologize to me. it’s clear something far more important came up. do i dare ask?”
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“I need you to stop. Your spell work is interfering with mine.”
“Do I know you? My magic is my business, and if it’s bothering you, you must not be very secure in your own.”
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❛ so , where are you going first ? wherever it is , i want pictures every day & i will give you extra money for souvenirs . ❜
( starter call // @bcnnettt . )
❝ paris . it was where he wanted to take me . it’s only right that i start there... right ? you’ll get pictures when i have wifi , & who would i be to deny caroline forbes of her souvenirs ? ❞
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It surprised him how friendly the guest were in this town, any unfamiliar stranger that would show up in town they would get a treatment fitted just like royalty. Klaus needed to keep his identity under wraps now that his secret managed to be known in Mystic Falls the doppelgänger would get protected by the vampires, extending his hand to the young female that did eagerly wanted to get to know him “A pleasure love, i’m Nick.” slender hands wrapping in her own reading in he noticed something peculiar she is a young witch, coming up with an excuse he didn’t know what else to say “Here on family business it could be a temporary stay.”
Men, attractive ones, always caught Bonnie’s attention. It wasn’t that she was desperate or in need of a boyfriend. It was just hard when her friends were all in stable, loving relationships and she was left with scraps. He may have been a stranger, sure, but that didn’t change his level of attractiveness. She grinned upon hearing him speak; an accent that could kill. She shook his hand gently, but firm enough to be considered respectful. “Well, it’s wonderful to meet you, Nick,” she mused as she dropped her back back to her side. “What kind of family business? An emergency or work?”
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she’s fire,
she’s rain,
she suffers through her pain.
penned by raven (ray) // new indie bonnie bennett
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in a thousand years he’d never had a wife, never allowed his heart to truly love another being, until now. what more did he have to lose if he gave in to temptation, & fell in love with her? they’d lost a babe, & that was among the most incredible pain he’d ever felt. having his heart torn from his chest would have been easier, probably less painful even. but hearing how she cried, & listening to the scratchy sound of her voice as she made little pleas with him, he was completely at a loss. allowing her hand to trace around his wrist, holding his hand in place as her hips began to rock against his slowly twirling thumb with ease. every harsh grind of her rear against the bulge in his trousers made a heavy whine escape from his own throat. aching to be inside of her, but fearing what would occur when he put yet another fetus inside of her. would it be carried to turn? or was the curse of a hybrid monstrosity such that he’d instead half a slew of children that found never be carried to full term, but were meant to die in the uterus? he’d made a promise, that he wasn’t even certain he could permit her, or keep. ❛o-oh–❜ a low breath escaped as he tried to gather his thoughts, he was throbbing in his trousers, & as he turned her upon her back he climbed on top of her, all the while keeping his hand in her panties, as he forced his lips to hers. ❛it will….i’ll take it all away, sweetheart.❜ one tear with his free hand, & her panties, & shorts were shredded, & he moved to splay her thighs, as he unlatched his jeans, & pulled his prick free. unable to be bothered to remove the rest of either of their clothing, he forced his throbbing prick inside of her entrance, & began to rut into her. he’d never learned to be gentle, rough was the only way he knew how to be with her.
as a girl, bonnie had dreamt of her future husband. she’d written about him & their marriage in caroline’s wedding book, & everything about him had been perfect. he was not klaus mikaelson, & she did not get pregnant before their wedding. in fact, she’d planned on saving her virginity for marriage. that was thrown out the window, however, when she hit her teens years. but none of that mattered now. she’d gotten pregnant out of wedlock & married the hybrid in hopes of finding a way to love each other for the child. life never went as planned, not even the things under her control. she was a pawn in other people’s lives. her magic made her useful, & that was why she figured her friends kept her around. she did what they needed, kept them safe, & always worried about herself last. she’d hoped that with klaus she would finally be first. & now, she was first. she whimpered as she was thrown onto her back, eyes a shade darer than before. she wanted his distraction. perhaps this time she’d carry the babe to full term. she’d try, & he’d try, until they got it right. without a child their marriage seemed pointless. & she wouldn’t let that reign true. if she lost another child, she’d likely fall apart, but she’d dust herself off & ask him for another. & another, until she managed to succeed. it was never the father’s fault a mother miscarried, & it wasn’t always the mother’s fault, but bonnie couldn’t help but feel she’d done something wrong. she’d be more careful this time around. she’d buy those pregnancy books & drag klaus to pregnancy classes if she had to. she couldn’t lose another child. her mind was pulled back to the present as he entered her, a loud whine erupting from the back of her throat. he was never gentle, always rough like the wolf inside him so desired.
klaus&bonnie; sealed fate
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that wasn’t how this worked. she didn’t get the be cute as hell, & telling him off. that would only drive him even more mad with urges. damn her. hearing her speak about elena had done something to him. it caused that ache to grow just a little bit more in the very center of his stomach. & the reminder of elena might have been enough to cause his drunken body to crave taking elena to his bed, but not enough to feel guilt about instead kissing bonnie. taking his frustrations out on her lips, swollen with the proof of his own kisses, as his roughness began to endure. ❛yea? is that what you think bon bon?❜ his breathing was rough, & shaky as his eyes darkened. ❛i do crave blood, & you happen to be the only human in this hell. just remember that when you start trying to be all cute.❜ before a breath was had he was forcing his lips back to hers, kissing them raw, before tracing his lips down the line of her neck, grazing the skin he found there with his teeth. being delicate was pointless. could he even kill her in this realm? were they dead? alive? in hell? heaven? did it really fucking matter at all? ❛the key word in that sentence is my whiskey. my damned whiskey.❜ one tear had her shirt open, & he began kissing trails over her stomach, & up between her breasts, letting himself fade into her. needing himself to forget how twisted he was inside, thanks to this hell.
in another world, in their world, she’d have been more cautious with her words. but here, she didn’t know the rules. as far as she was concerned, there weren’t any. they weren’t sure whether or not he could kill her, so why not push the boundaries? if he could, she’d die. it would be fast, knowing damon. she wouldn’t feel much. if he couldn’t, she’d bounce back to continue to annoy him for all eternity. either way, it’d be torture for him, so she was in no position to complain. perhaps the mention of elena had been too far, & in a few minutes she’d come to regret it. his kisses were rougher, her face burning under the intensity of his lips against hers. she could see now why elena never shut up about him. ❝that’s what i know. you’re only a fraction of who you were before elena. now you’re only what she wants you to be.❞ daring, but fun. she tensed at his mention of blood, as she’d forgotten that bit about him. if he didn’t feed, would he desiccate? the ways of this world were so twisted she wasn’t sure. ❝i’m not trying to be cute. you just seem to think i’m cute. in which case, thank you for the compliment.❞ she hissed as his teeth dragged along her skin, no longer caring if he chose to bite down. she wanted him, like it or not, & if that was the way to get him then so be it. again, she rolled her eyes. ❝it’s just whiskey, damon.❞ though her argument was useless. he was already ridding her of her clothes, pressing his lips to her bare skin. mewls fells from her lips, bodice squirming beneath his as she burned for more.
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he’d never shown such weakness before–not around any other–only her. weakness could wind up getting either himself, or his family killed. he’d already lost two of his brothers, because of he’d let his guard down. no longer was he willing to allow such to occur. but he’d been helpless to prevent the miscarriage of his own babe. hearing the sound of his wife’s tears he could only watch helplessly as she rested her hand over his own. telling him she needed the babe they’d lost. one he could never bring back for her. recalling his own anguish, as well as his mother’s when henrik had died. how broken their family had been, but he couldn’t be brought back from death. death was infinite. with delicate digits he slid his hand beneath the line of her shorts, & panties, his index finger finding her clitoris, & with gentle little twirls he began to rub her there. longing to give her pleasure, to distract her from this pain. it was morbid to touch her, to long for her the way a husband should long for his wife, but he couldn’t fix this. his own tears had been endlessly falling down his cheeks, & he couldn’t help himself. ❛i’ll give you another babe…& another, & another…until you carry one to term…i’ll take it all away, bonnie. relax for me, sweetheart.❜ further tears rolled down his cheeks as he struggled to hold himself together, knowing his own ache was settling deep between his thighs, & forcing his trousers to strain with the proof of it. he’d always used sex as a way to overcome every obstacle. mindless, morbid sex was no different. ❛let me take care of you…i’ve neglected you…❜ & he had. he’d left her alone in this terrible grief. it wasn’t fair, neither of them were able to admit this situation was fair at all.
her words were devoid of meaning. there was nothing do be done regarding the loss of their babe. the poor child had ceased to exist under terms that were far beyond their control. her tears continued to fall, & she was sure she’d leave a decent sized puddle upon the pillow beneath her head. for days all she’d done was cry for the loss she’d suffered. it was time to stop. she released a deep sigh, one full of pain & sorrow. her pain was clear, there was no healing the whole in her heart. even still she relaxed back against her husband’s chest, needing to feel him there against her. with his presence she knew she was not as alone as she’d felt. she made no effort to remove his hand from her undergarments, instead allowing herself to moan at his touch. any sane person would insist her stop, leave her alone to mourn. but upon marrying klaus, she gave up her claim to sanity. it was wrong, she knew, but it felt too good for her to stop it. still she sobbed, but her body has other plans. she held tightly onto his wrist to keep it in place as she pressed down against his fingers & whimpered his name. it was quiet, likely too quiet for him to hear, but still she persisted. ❝i can do it. i can protect a child. i can be a mother.❞ she insisted, still moving against his hand. behind her she could feel his member straining against her lower back. her rear pressed back against him, urging him to do as he so strongly desired. ❝just make it stop.❞ she begged him, more tears rolling down her cheeks. “i need you to make the pain stop. just for a minute. please, klaus.” he had neglected her, but she wouldn’t verbally agree. instead she nodded, pressing down against him once more.
klaus&bonnie; sealed fate
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❝Bonnie,❞ she introduced herself, holding out a hand for this mystery man to shake. It’d been a while since someone new had shown up in Mystic Falls. Usually when that happened there was death and destruction, but this one seemed kind. Plus, he was handsome. ❝Are you visiting family? Vacation?❞ she pondered, a wide grin spread across her face. She had a nasty habit of being too eager around males, but she couldn’t help it. ❝I’ve never seen you before, which is why I’m asking.❞
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as she took his bottle from the table where he’d placed it he growled in the rear of his throat, watching as she drank what was left of it, & he tugged her closer to him upon the couch until she was inches from him, before pulling her to straddle his lap. ❛hey! did i say you could drink my whiskey? yea, now we are out, thanks to you. greedy.❜ he mumbled in something of a slur, as he dragged his tongue along his lips. he’d be lying if he said she wasn’t well rounded in all the right places. supple thighs, rounded breasts, & a perfectly shaped rear. she had all the makings of a true woman, & it was a nightmare to be trapped in this goddamned place with her, considering he wasn’t allowed to admit a goddamned word of it out loud, lest it become something of a nuisance. something for her to tease him about saying much later. damn he was going to regret just how drunk he was becoming. ❛you’ll find out just what kind of nightmare i can damn well be…when you drink my damned whiskey!❜ he slid her onto her back, & pinned her to the couch, holding her down as he hovered over her. letting himself feel the full encompass of her bodice under his own, & he felt the room beginning to spin as he realized exactly what he’d done. thinking about another way of entertaining himself he couldn’t speak, swallowing thickly he dipped his head down & force a kiss upon her lips. damn her.
emerald eyes rolled back at his comment, finding the whole thing irritating. yes, she’d drank his whiskey, he’d get over it. a small gasp escaped from behind her lips as she fell into his lap. she’d never sat in damon’s lap before. she narrowed her eyes, unsure of whether or not to be angry with him. ❝no, you didn’t. but i did it anyway. know why? because tomorrow, everything will be back to the way it was. your whiskey will be right back in its bottle.❞ she smirked a proud smirk & crossed her arms over her chest. she’d won that argument. he was in no position to argue with her. she could get her powers back at any moment, & then he’d be sorry. but that wasn’t really what she was thinking about. damon salvatore was beneath her, pressed against a couch by her thighs & chest. it was a desirable situation, had she not been thinking about elena for the entirety of the moment. she convinced herself that, yes, elena would be upset, but elena wasn’t here. she would never see elena again & neither would damon. she had to let it go. ❝you don’t scare me, damon. if you wanted to hurt me you would’ve done it a long time ago.❞ she leaned forward & pressed her forehead against his. ❝you’re just a little elena bot.❞ but the she was being held down against the couch cushions, held captive by damon’s toned figure. to see him above her was a dream come true, & the look on her face said it all. wide eyes & slightly parted lips screamed how she felt. she wanted him to kiss her, & he did. her arms snaked up around his neck, pulling him closer as she returned the kiss. she’d regret it in the morning, but that was a problem for the bonnie of tomorrow.
damon&bonnie; trapped eternity
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it hurt beyond measure to know that she was suffering, & wounded inside without him to even remotely have the ability to pull her back. what could he do? it had to be because of the piece of him that was vampire. a beast such as himself wasn’t meant to father children, & yet by the grace of god? magical mishap? he’d managed to put one inside of her. one night of being intimate & he’d put his child inside of her. he’d been with her many times after they’d spoken their vows, but she’d been pregnant by then. swelling with his child, the heartbeat had been so poignant in his ears. he’d known when she lost it. even before she had. the babe had ceased having a beating heart. the sound had been lost to him, & he’d known. god he had. but he’d wanted her to find a second opinion. a doctor’s opinion. & the scans had showed she’d lost their little life. what was he meant to make of that? how was he to comfort someone so broken? not even barely acknowledging that he’d left her all alone. a husband wasn’t meant to act this way, but he’d never been one before. he’d never had a wife, only lovers. lovers came & went, but wives were meant to be till death. & he couldn’t die. moving with hesitance he curled an arm around her waist, & drew her near until her back met his front. ❛tell me what you need love…tell me what i can do?❜ tears were already spilling down his cheeks, & he’d not even been aware of the moment when his body had begun to shed them. dragging his hand over the space where their babe had been not very long ago, it lingered there, sliding underneath the hem of her shirt to graze the softness of her skin.
it was no fault of his that the babe had been lost, but she couldn’t help but to feel anger towards him. had he not been so careless as to allow their bodies to come together, she would not have found herself with child. but that was unfair. she was just as responsible for their night of passion as he. it had been a mystery for a while. the vampire side of him seemed dominant, but the wolf took over & showed them both who was really in charge. it was the wolf that had impregnated her, not the vampire. the early visits to the doctor had been lovely, full of life & promise of a life they could have together. perhaps they would learn to love one another, & add more children to their dysfunctional family. there was no doubt in her mind that she’d be a wonderful mother, but she had doubts about klaus. he’d previously tried to murder her friends for his own selfish reasons. who was to say he wouldn’t harm their child if it mean benefits for him? she did not stop him as he moved to envelope her frame, allowing herself to be moved toward him. ❝you can’t give me what i need, klaus. what i need is our child. you can’t give me that. they’re gone. understand?❞ she let out a shaky breath as she reached to rest her hand atop his. their intimacy was subtle, but present. the child had, in a way, brought them closer together. that closeness had disappeared once it was gone, but it often showed when they were so close. stray tears fell from her eyes & splashed down onto her pillow, her skin. ❝i want it to stop. klaus, it hurts.❞ it hurt more than anything she’d ever experienced. in the corner lay a box consisting of the things their child was meant to have. they were a waste, now. there was no baby.
klaus&bonnie; sealed fate
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the booze was weighing heavily on his mind. thank god for a spirit world where there was still alcohol. even if this place was his own personal hell ( & bonnie’s ) there was still something to look forward to. evenings with the alcoholic beverage. however it was becoming more than just his own personal hell. he was starting to actually grow fond of the bennett witch that he used to loath. & fond might have been an understatement. spending so much time alone with her, he’d begun to develop these feelings in the very center of his gut, & just as quickly he was reminded of his undying love for elena. but then he was also just as quickly reminded that he was trapped in this personal hell world forever, & that elena was as good as gone to him. forever. round & round that despicable cycle without an end in sight. perhaps he was lonely for companionship, for comfort. maybe there was something else; something twisted inside of him. either way he longed to be with bonnie. to be near to her. & that is what he was drinking for. to not think about it. ❛you know bon, we are going to be here for the rest of eternity…..❜ he slurred out, & downed the rest of the whiskey, ❛trapped…alone…❜ he mumbled, & miserably released a sigh, staring anywhere but at her. damn it all to hell, because the booze wasn’t helping him forget tonight, & damn her for looking at him–like that.
a drink of her own, something girlier than his but just as strong. being trapped with damon wasn’t anyone’s idea of a good time, but she would made do. it was certainly superior to being trapped by her lonesome. she’d always held a kind of respect for the elder salvatore, as he had been so good to her best friend, her sister. at least, that’s what elena had bragged about without cease. perhaps that was why she’d loathed him for so long. day in & day out, she listened to elena’s garbled nonsense of which damon was often the subject. to say he wasn’t attractive would be a lie, because he was. he was one of the most attractive men she’d ever seen, but she’d never admit that out loud. that’d be suicide. she knocked back her drink & found she’d run out of the alcohol she’d previously been sipping. she reached for damon’s bottle, wrapping her lips around the neck without bothering to ask. they’d be here forever, & if he couldn’t handle just a bit of her saliva, he had a big storm headed his way. ❝i’d noticed. being here with you may be my worst nightmare.❞ she mumbled, words a jumbled mess. ❝but i’ll survive. can i age in here? will we be stuck her forever, together, never dying?❞ a long finger tapped against her chin, small giggles falling from her lips. ❝oh, well. i guess we’ll just have to find something to entertain ourselves.❞ she glanced up at him, eyes wide as she pouted her lesser lip. ❝we’re out of booze, damon.❞
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every ounce of strength that might have once lived inside of niklaus was gone. nestled beneath ounces of agony & countless moments of doubt, & foreboding sensations that built within the very fabric of his heartstrings. tugging, & tearing at the pieces of him that were barely held together by anything more than strands. clawing at his insides until all he could feel was the gutted remnants of what was left behind. clasping his hands into closed fists there was hardness in his eyes, almost akin to that of stone. any softness that bonnie might have pulled to the surface in him had dwindled when their babe was expelled from within her womb. there might have been something akin to kindness, perhaps eventually there would have been love in the marriage that bound them together. tears were never far from his eyes, & tantrums had left multiple holes within the walls of his new orleans compound. tonight was the first in many that he came into their bedroom, & laid in bed beside her. he’d been avoiding her again. unable to look her in the eyes. what could he say? what on earth could he do to make any of this bearable for either of them? ❛forgive me.❜ the first words he’d spoken to her in five days? a week? he’d lost count.
the witch had wanted nothing more than to care for a child. upon the learning of her pregnancy, she’d been beyond excited. though she was on uncomfortable terms with the father of the babe, she’d still be a mother. perhaps an infant would bring a sense of normality to her life. she should have known better. it wasn’t long until the doctors informed her she’d lost the baby. every part of her body began to ache, & she found herself regretting her agreement with klaus. wed to a man that only wanted her for her child? pathetic. she’d not wanted to tell him upon first hearing the news. she knew he’d be angry, & she did not wish to receive the backlash. oh, but she must, for who would she be to hide something so big from the child’s father. in the days that passed, she saw less & less of her husband, which she did not mind. to be alone was all she desired, & he was giving her that without being asked. eventually, though, she began to feel lonely. she’d failed at keeping their child alive. she wanted to die. all she did was lie in bed, wrapped in the duvet to shield herself from the outside world. her eyes remained stuck on the far wall, staring at nothing. the mattress sank behind her, signaling that klaus had once again arrived. ❝sure—❞ her voice was hardly recognizable, scratchy & raked with pain. she cleared her throat, once, twice, before repeating herself. ❝sure, klaus. why not.❞
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