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chronic-escapixt · 5 months

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His Rose ~ Part 4

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, (eventual) non-con, murder, abuse, trauma, dubcon, CNC, smut, daddy kink, dom!kai, p in v, degradation, humiliation, rough sex, age gap, unhealthy!dom/sub dynamics, dacryphilia, fingering, biting, choking, innocence kink, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, safe word, aftercare, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

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Their hips rolled together, breathy moans and vocal praises tickling her ear as her nails scraped down his back. Kai would work her over for hours with unyielding stamina until the ecstasy of their cumulative passions mellowed her into post-sex bliss and utter exhaustion. She’d snore softly after drifting off to the sound of his heartbeat while he’d stay up and watch her breathing slow and her body snuggle into his chest for warmth. Completely vulnerable, too easy to wrap his arm around her little neck and squeeze the life out of her but Kai resisted those intrusive thoughts because for his plans, he needed her alive.

He had her trust by playing the “nice guy”. Sure, it was boringly cliché and there was only so much that vanilla sex would do to satisfy his darker urges but he’d be whatever she wanted if it got him out of this hell hole by the next eclipse.

Rose lost track of where she ended and Kai began, his possessive hands always on her body. Following her around like a lost puppy before pulling her close and resting his head on her shoulder, his unspoken way of telling her to hurry up so they could get back to spooning. If they were in the car, he drove with his left hand while his right slipped under the hem of her skirt, fingertips tapping rhythmically on her inner thigh until it drove her crazy. And he loved to grab her ass, enjoying the adorable squeals that escaped her when she was caught off guard.

All alone in the bathroom, she reclined back in the tub, steamy suds relaxing every aching muscle he gave her. She felt naked without him on her body, yet cherished the short periods of privacy she could carve out for herself.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Yes, Kai…” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t get too annoyed. He usually came knocking after 20 minutes but this time, at least half an hour passed before his impatience got the best of him.

“Rosyyy… are you almost done? You’ve been in there foreverrr…” he whined through the door.

“I’ll be out soon,” she sighed, sinking deeper into the water.

He groaned dramatically, hesitating before retreating to her room to wait. Plopping down on the bed, he immediately took notice of a dark leatherbound book peeking out from under her pillow. Did she have a secret grimoire, perhaps she was planning to cross him after all and wasn’t as clueless as she seemed? He flipped through the pages, but there weren’t any Latin incantations, just dates and little entries.

He read the first line that caught his eye:

The first time he fucked me, I knew he was holding back, so afraid he’d break me but I was too afraid to let him know I loved the pain.

“No fucking way...” This was too good to be true, just to be sure, he flipped to the end where he found her frilly signature. With confirmation, he eagerly read another passage.

I want him to ruin me. Split me on his cock until I cry and push him away then choke me and fuck into me harder, push my face down and suffocate my sobs in my pillow. I wanna be reminded exactly who I belong to.

Her confessions became more depraved with visceral descriptions of her depraved needs, filthy fantasies contrasting with the adorable way she curled her letters and dotted her I’s with little hearts. He was so focused that he didn’t notice her come in.

“Hey, give me that!” He got up and blocked her attempts to reach her journal with one hand while he read on. “Kai, stop it. You’re invading my privacy!” She bleated. his eyes flashed to her with a stifled laugh.

“Relax, Rosy… you’re the one who left your diary open on the bed. I just came in here to wait for you and I almost sat on it. When I looked down, let’s just say some of the things you wrote were… enlightening.”

Shame broiled her face and tightened her throat but maybe she could lie her way out of this, “I-It’s not mine… I found it…” She squeaked. His brow raised, clearly not buying it. An exasperated sigh left her. "Just give it back, Kai… I need to get dressed because I have laundry to do and I have to start the marinade for the-"

He snapped the book shut, reached out and squished her hot cheeks in his hold, wrenching her face upwards to meet his burning gaze. “Look at me.” Instantly she obeyed, the sudden base in his voice sending a pulse directly to her needy cunt. “Guess what? I know all your little secrets, and you're not going anywhere until you tell me everything. Every kink, every need, I wanna hear it all from your pretty lips.”

In one motion, he released her, ripping the towel from her dripping body, her back hitting the mattress with little effort. His hand snaked up her thigh, fingers meeting her clit, drawing little moans as he rubbed out slow figure 8s.

“I-I didn’t-”

“Don’t deny it.” Two fingers slipped inside her while his eyes returned to the page, flipping through until he found what he was looking for. “... It says here, you want me to ruin you. What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t k-”

Kai grunted and bit down on her earlobe, hard enough to shock her and elicite a ragged whimper from the back of her throat. He released it and growled, “If you lie to me one more time, I’ll flip you over and make your pretty ass all red..” He loved the way that made her quiver, “But you’d like that wouldn’t you?” His warm minty breath fanned across her cheek.

She bit her lip and looked away, so he pinched her clit until she cried out her response, “YES, I’D LIKE THAT!”

“Mm, that’s my kinky girl. Now answer the first question."

“… I-I want you to be rough w-with me,” she stuttered in a small voice.

“Tell me how..”

Rose swallowed down her last bit of pride. “I- I want.. want you to use me… push me on my knees and f-fuck my throat… bend me over and rail me so hard I can’t think straight… want you to pull my hair and bite my shoulder when you.. c-cum inside me...” She continued until he gave a satisfied hum.

“Good girl, see how easy that was?” He cooed, moving to release her hair from its loose bun, allowing the brown tendrils to messily fall around her face. The sudden tenderness made her dizzy.

He pumped in and out while rolling her clit between his fingers, drawing out one confession after another until her lips parted, eyes blown wide as he dangled her between pleasure and desperation, so tempted to grind her hips and take it, ride his hand to her heart’s content, yet too afraid of the punishment he’d inflict on her if she dared. Arousal soaked the sheets beneath her thighs, he had her right where he wanted her.

“There’s one more thing, isn’t there?” His lips formed a cocky smirk.

“huh…?” She uttered, too overwhelmed to understand.

“C'mon, you know what you want... to be overpowered, held down and punished when you try to struggle… I’d make you take it all at once and you couldn’t do anything to stop me,” he summarized smugly, licking his lips.

“Oh god, you read that part too..” The embarrassment made her want to recoil and disappear in the mattress, her hands raised to cover her face.

He yanked her wrists down. “No, none of that, no hiding. I honestly find it impressive you managed to convince me you’re an vanilla angel when you’re really just a perverted slut.”

Her jaw unhinged, his degradating words biting into her. “Kai-”

“Nuh-uh, that’s not my name. What’s my name, Rosy?” Her melted brain buffered as he took to scissoring her walls apart, preparing her. “What’s my name, hmm?.. the name you wrote on every page…”

Just at it dawned on her, he sped up. “daADDY!” She yelped as her belly tightened violently.

He removed his digits when she clenched down, chuckling at her little whines and whimpers, cruelly denying her another orgasm.

“Damn right I’m your daddy… but if you insist on being treated like a brainless fucktoy, we should have a.. what do you call it?”

“… a s-safe word?” she uttered.

“Exactly that! How about… ‘eclipse’ ? If you want to stop for whatever reason, just say it and that's your way out, understood?”

She nodded her head slowly but he frowned, not satisfied with her lack of response.

He lifted her chin. “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes daddy,” she mewled sweetly, making his hard cock swell in his shorts.

“Now that we have that sorted out,” he stuffed his slick covered fingers down her throat, stroking her tongue as she keened at the flavor, “I should let you know I’ve been keeping my own secrets, but you wouldn’t have any idea because I’m not a silly girl who writes them down for anyone to read. I know that you hide this part of yourself because you're afraid people will judge you, but I don’t. I want to know everything so I can do all those things to you and more that you couldn’t even think up in your dirty little diary...”

He had her flipped on her stomach and raised her hips, her only warning the rattle of his belt before he slammed into her sensitive core, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. It hurt so good the pain tore a ragged cry from her throat as her tiny cunt struggled to take all of him but he didn’t have to pretend he cared anymore because he knew she loved it, evident by the way she leaked down his balls while holding onto the quilted comforter for dear life.

He yanked her up by the base of her hair. “Isn’t this what you wanted, babe?” He husked. Her response, an indiscernible whine. His tongue darted out to taste the tears that already streaked her pretty face. “Aw baby, did I ruin you already? What a shame, I’m just getting started.”

Holding her by the back of the neck granted him more leverage to pull her into each thrust reaching deeper, pounding her gummy cervix. "Fuckkk.." he groaned.

“Daddy, please,” she sobbed out, walls writhing around him, the intensity rendering her with barely enough strength to reach back and splay her fingers across his lower abdomen, arms turned to jelly just before she could try to push at him.

"Stop that. You practically begged for this," he growled, snatching her wrists in one bruising grip while landing two harsh slaps to her right cheek in a show of dominance. She screamed.

Her juices squelched between their bodies but she was too far gone to feel ashamed. “I know you're close... just let go, cum on my cock, baby... just like that," he whispered, breath hitching as she came on command, her little back arching into him by pure instinct as her brain had long gone gooey. He got off on the control just as much as the feeling of her spasming walls. Strong arms linked around her convulsing body as he fucked her through her release while warding off his own, wanting to prolong her torment a little longer.

He let her top half melt into the mattress, her face buried in the pillow while his powerful hands captured her pelvis, continuing the assault on her battered cunt. She pulled at the bedsheets with white knuckles.

“One more… I know you’ve got it in you.. just one more princess, c'mon, wanna’ feel you cum hard this time.” He groaned through clenched teeth, snapping his hips at just the right angle that had her keen with each thrust. Her cunt hugged him like a slippery glove made just for him. Sweat dripped down his brow and gravely moans escaped his lips as she tightened and creamed around him with a muffled cry.

Her glossy eyes fixated on the ceiling as she regulated her breathing, not blinking yet not at all focused. Kai carefully wiped her down with a damp rag. Her silence made him worry that he’d taken it too far. Hurt her. Scared her, so much she’d never let him touch her again- or at worst, refuse to help him leave. He was desperate to know what she was thinking or at the very least hear her voice to ease his mind.

“Hey Rosy..” he reached down and caressed her soft cheek, “Rosalina?” he whispered softly.

She nestled her face into his palm, the corners of her lips raising weakly as she breathed out.

“Thank you, daddy.”

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cancerian-woman · 21 days

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Hi! A new update is here!

dear little witch| klonnie au: Bonnie Bennett has held plenty of titles. A daughter, friend, teen witch, and a former wife. The most important one to her now was mother and business owner. She earned this life for herself and would be damned if she lost. A witch’s premonition is nothing to ignore. Bonnie values her life away from Mystic Falls and returning wasn’t likely for her until her daughter’s safety was compromised. The Salvatore Boarding School would change everything for the Bennett witches. Secrets will unfold and time can only tell what’s to come next. Hope Mikaelson won’t be the only one with her world turned upside down. Family is forever, whether anyone likes it or not. Everything is done in the name of family. -an au of TVD/TO post season 8 & 4 of TO.

You can also read my new update on Wattpad or FFN!

#bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #tvd #the vampire diaries #klonnie #the originals #driawrites #klonnie fanfic #klonnie fic #tvd fic #tvd fanfiction #dear little witch

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backandimbamon · 2 months

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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)

#bamon #bamon fanfic #bamon fanfiction #bamon fic #bonnie bennett #drabble #klonnie #klaus mikaelson #damon salvatore #klonnie wedding #bamon prompt #prompt

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wearesociety · 2 months

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read here | the vampire diaries universe | bonnie/klaus | e | 12k words

His rich scent—spice rum and oak maybe? Surround her, as he places two fingers underneath her chin and raises her head to meet his gaze. Piercing ink-blue eyes stare into hers.

A warmth spreads on her skin.

He licks his lips. Senusal, it pulls at her gut. “It’s a maze until someone reaches out, then you're found.”

Bonnie finds herself entangled with a man, she knows she won’t survive.

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quintsentenial · 4 months

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Klonnie Week Day #2

Portrait of a Muse - Unresolved Sexual Tension.

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Summary:

He captures her in soft moonlight, posed in silence, a living dream... "They say he might've loved her..." One of the viewers comment. "I mean look at how he drew her! How can they not?" A touch of fingers, a stolen glance, yet their boundaries stay held in a cautious dance... "They say you might've loved me..." She repeats to him one night. "And what do you think?" "That things were rarely that simple." Or, an AU starting in 1492 Bulgaria where Bonnie is but the simple daughter of a traveling merchant and Klaus a man on the hunt.

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Story Blurb:

“I’d like to draw you,” a stranger asks, his words hanging in the air between them like an unexpected

Bonnie blinks at the man before her, her eyes widened in bafflement. "Draw me?" She utters, because that wasn’t the first thing she was expecting to hear from him with all the days he’s spent watching her work the inn, his eyes tracking her every move yet never approaching.

No.

It was a different kind of proposition she'd expected, one she loathed responding to; and yet such depravity is not what he's asked from her tonight.

Though the man before her doesn’t bother repeating himself, all but a fleeting twitch upon his lips as sea-green eyes continue boring into her. “I’d make sure that you were well compensated for it,” he adds, nodding towards the dishes in her hand. “Double whatever you might be making here.”

…

Double?

Bonnie instinctively pulled the plates closer to herself, a bit defensive as she asks, “And just what would such an agreement with you entail?”

"That you pose as I ask, allow me to dress you however I desire for a scene, and make yourself available to me whenever I want."

…

Just who was this man?

“It would be easy for you to abuse such rules,” she retorts, her skepticism lingering.

Though the man only shrugs at her, his expression bored. “It would. But you’ll have to trust that my intentions aren’t wicked.” A subtle grin played on his lips now, a tilt that Bonnie isn't sure she should like.

This was a bad idea…

And he seems like the kind of cautionary figures her mother always warns her about—men who purposefully sought out naive or disadvantaged women, disguising their ill intentions with the facade of opportunity that proved advantageous only to them and detrimental to their victims.

…

Still…she was no regular woman—the magic constantly stirring against the surface of her skin could attest to that—and she certainly wouldn’t call herself naive.

She glances away for a moment, teeth worrying at some of the dry skin on her bottom lip. “I don’t know you…you’re a stranger here.”

This was a very bad idea…

“A stranger offering you a grand opportunity,” he counters, eyes alight with a ferocity she can’t comprehend, one that seems to draw her in further. “Do you need more evidence of my wealth before you can agree? I can assure you that it’s nothing to scoff at.”

That much was obvious with the way he was dressed, the way he looked; opulence in every thread, his attire draped in velvet and gilded finery, intricate patterns of embroidery matching perfectly with the few bits of gold jewelry he wore on his fingers, his blonde hair seeming soft and perfectly styled on his head.

Yes, this was a man whose comforts surely matched that of a king, his offer hanging in the air both tempting and treacherous.

…

She could always use the gold…

The innkeeper here was kind enough to pay her what he could in exchange for her modest services, but it was never going to be enough to put certain plans of hers in motion, the idea of orange grove trees and sandstone beaches flashing temptingly in her mind's eye.

Bonnie looks back at him, gaze assessing.

She could have it…

…

…she could have it all in exchange for what? A few pictures?

“I want the option to say no if your requests prove to be against my liking,” she demands, taking the first step toward the precipice where either her success or peril surely awaits.

The man, seemingly unfazed, shrugs again, conceding easily to her demand. “Fair enough.”

“And for the first few drawings…” She continues, unwilling to let a single condition of hers slip their current negotiations. “We’ll do them here in the inn.”

Where she could call for help if anything were to go awry.

“Easily done,” he quickly agrees, tossing her a smile that was something both dangerous and beckoning. “Now….do we have a deal?”

Bonnie nods once, sealing her fate. “We do.”

He extended a hand toward her, and she discarded her dishes to a nearby table before taking his hand in turn. “Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson.”

An interesting name she thinks, looking down at their hands, that familiar dark energy coursing through their touch, surprising her eyes back to his; her heart beginning to beat sporadically in her chest.

Vampire.

…

Witch, his eyes seem to answer, grin widening further to show all his teeth. “And your name is?”

Bonnie licks her lips, wondering just how desperate she seeks to become before finally making a decision, bowing slightly as she answers, “Bonnie Bennett, my lord," though the answering look of glee on his face does nothing to help the shivers running up her spine.

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For @klonnieshippersclub KlonnieWeek.

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Closing Note:

A bit late to the party but here nonetheless! xoxo

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klonnieshippersclub · 4 months

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Thank you everyone for joining in KlonnieWeek(end) 2023! I hope everyone had fun sharing works together and I personally cannot wait until the next event is planned! Special thank you to @24kmagiic @melmedardasworld @mythorhuman and @cancerian-woman for being kind and helping me plan.

Here is another fanfic rec list that was requested in my anons.

No one hears you say my name by irresistible.revolution on FFN: Bonnie needs a source of magical energy to defeat Silas, and Klaus is the most powerful there is. But when nothing goes as planned, one night's ritual changes everything -and everyone- it touches. (Klonnie. Post-S3 AU) Check out their other works as well!

Hell with you by thefudge is grumpy on FFN: Takes place after 2x21. Bonnie failed to kill Klaus. Now, he is going to make her life hell for what she tried to do. But hell with him is like no other hell on earth. Check out their other works as well!

As We Were by TheDeadMasquerade on AO3: Bonnie is sent back to when the Originals were human and she finds herself being swept of her feet by a very human Niklaus. Check out their other works as well!

Adventures of a Bennett witch and the Original Hybrid by writendelete on FFN: Bonnie's new life in New Orleans as Klaus Mikaelson's partner-in-crime takes an unexpected turn when the impossible happens. Now it's up to them to figure out what comes next and how to deal with falling in love, parenthood and enemies bent on destroying them. [KLONNIE]. Check out their other works as well!

Behind These Hazel Eyes by dinky on FFN: On her 18th birthday Bonnie Bennett comes into her full power & becomes an immortal witch, with the task uniting the supernatural world as prophesied. What happens when one hybrid, and two brothers come into her world, changing everything she ever believed. Check out their other works as well!

Please let me know if there’s any other fics you think should be included!

#klonnie #bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #tvd #the vampire diaries #klonnieweek2023 #klonnie fic rec #klonnie fanfic #klonnie fic

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pascaloverx · 4 months

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TVD MASTERLIST

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chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen (final)

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mythorhuman · 10 months

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She was a Bennett witch. "Was" being the operative word here. Bonnie could barely remember being a normal teenage girl. Normal teenage girls don't entertain phone calls from immortal serial killers with a thirst for blood. Normal teenage girls run from dangerous men and keep their distance from such evil. Normal teenage girls aren't willing to make a deal with the devil for their own profit.

Unfortunately, Bonnie was not normal and her devil was Klaus Mikaelson. It's just another secret to keep from her friends. She's still a little hurt that her death went completely unnoticed. It's low risk, high reward. Strictly business. Nothing more, nothing less. And the lies she tells herself keep adding up.

Bonnie stared at the ceiling as she laid on the bed of her dorm. Instead of contemplating her existence in peace, her cell kept ringing. Whoever it was, kept calling every five minutes, and the ringing drove her crazy. What could her friends want? If it was an emergency, she was worthless. Without magic, what help would she be? It probably wasn't a friend. They wouldn’t care enough to check in on her. Her grimoire was almost useless to Bonnie, but she would never get rid of it. Magic was a part of her, even if she couldn't feel her connection to nature anymore. Why was her phone still ringing? Ugh, telemarketers are an everyday evil magic can't solve.

In annoyance, she reached over and answered the phone, unable to hide the irritation in her voice. "Bonnie Bennett," she spat out as a greeting.

"Glad to hear you're alive, love." Oh, shit. She knew that she shouldn't have bothered picking up the phone. She finally had a person to blame. "Bennett witches are exceptionally resilient," the voice responded, and Bonnie could hear him grinning.

"Klaus, how did you get this number?" she growled in aggravation. "Why are you calling me?"

"Does a man need a reason to call his old ally?" his smug voice questioned. Bonnie noted that he was avoiding the question. How childish for a man that is one thousand years old.

#this is my first fic in a decade #fic: mountain high #bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #klonnie #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #klonnie fanfic #coming soon #written by lee

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jennifersminds · 7 months

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Plastic Crown + excerpts and imagery

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slutisnotabadword · 4 months

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“You—Bonnie Bennett—are an amazing woman…”

BAMON.

#bamon #Bonnie x Damon #i cannot wait to write my bamon fic #i love them so much #otp: you are my bestfriend #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #tvd #tvdu #bonnie bennett #bamon edit

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chronic-escapixt · 6 months

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His Rose ~ Part 3

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, (eventual) CNC, dubcon, non-con, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, innocence kink, dacryphilia, smut, masturbation, size kink, p in v, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 2.7k

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His voice was silky in a way that sent shivers down her spine yet so sarcastic and humorous that he could make her smile and giggle like an airhead until it was beyond embarrassing. He talked with his hands so she learned to watch them more than his mouth, though he equally performed with his lips. The dark and silver rings he started wearing made them more of a spectacle and she fantasized about how his skilled fingers could pleasure and punish her body.

Whether they were preparing for the eclipse or handling mundane activities, her mind drifted but she tended to keep her daydreams at bay.

Night was entirely another story.

All she had was her stuffed lamb to keep her company. While lamby was a good listener and offered the softest cuddles, she couldn’t stop thinking about how he would feel in her bed. Some nights she fully got off to the thought of him entering her room when he thinks she’s sleeping, feeling the bed dip under his weight, then the ripping of her nightdress from her skin, his strong arms hiking her legs over his shoulders and using her like a fucktoy for his pleasure like the gangsters and brutes would do to the pure damsels in her favorite novels, consumating a twisted romance built on passion and control. Pushing her face into the pillows she tried to quiet her moans but a few would slip free.

He was not only observant but hungry. He noticed everything, how she reacted to him when they were close, her muffled moans through the thin walls that left him throbbing all night, the way she took extra care to style her curls every morning, put on a little extra mascara, and exclusively dressed in flowy dresses and mini skirts. He knew what she wanted but she was too shy to ask for it so he had fun messing with her, breaking her down with his subtle advances until she was just as starved. He was a wolf and she was a fluffy unsuspecting bunny and as much as he craved her tender flesh, he loved the chase.

One morning, he found her straining on her tiptoes to reach a jar of jam on a high shelf and came up behind her, grabbing it down with ease while caging her small form threateningly, staying there longer than necessary. The lingering proximity made her curse under her breath. His heat and scent intoxicating, lowering her inhibitions enough that her body betrayed her, arching into him. Brushing against his body for the briefest moment, enough to surprise him, making him intake a sharp breath and stiffen. He struggled to regain his composure as she turned and grabbed the jar from his hands with a rushed out, “thank you.”

She couldn’t slip out from under him before he snatched her wrists and pinned her to the marble counter, his primal growl rumbling in her ears.

“You feel that, kitten?” His hips bucked into her, pressing his hard-on against the groove of her ass. She responded with a gasp. “Don’t tell me you thought you were gonna’ grind your cute little ass on me then leave me all hot n’ bothered..”

She scoffed at him, “maybe I was… It’s not like you’re gonna’ do anything about it.” Her defiant body wriggled against him, in turn he snatched a fistful of her curls eliciting a desperate whine from the back of her throat.

“Such a brat.. m’ gonna’ have to fuck that outta’ you, huh?” He reached down, hiking up her skirt, fondling her mound which had grown damp with his teasings. “Always walking around in these tiny skirts, s’ like you’re begging me to ruin you,” he mused as he freed his cock, sliding her panties aside and finally plunging into her silky heat with one brutal thrust.

“Hey, Kai… uhh Kai?” She pulled him from his mind-consuming fantasy.

“… huh?” His throat bobbled.

“Can you also grab that flour for me too? I’m making puff pastry for breakfast.” He placed the sack of flour on the counter, not taking his eyes off of her.

“Do you want some?” With her head tilted to look up at him, doe eyes wide and soft lips forming that adorable pout, she looked way too corruptible. His pants strangled him.

“I’d like that,” he rasped.

So she started on the pastry while he slipped away to the bathroom where he rubbed one out to the thought of her pretty lips around his cock.

Sticks crunched beneath their feet along the forest trail as they walked off their breakfast.

“If you could siphon my magic the whole time, why not do the locator spell yourself?” She asked.

Kai faced her, walking backwards a few paces ahead. “I already knew I could do it and since you’re the one who has to do the spell to get us out of here, I needed to make sure you could use your magic.”

“Could you show me?” Her sweet voice sounding small and slightly uncertain, made him stop in his tracks. She stepped toward him, holding out her hand. “I want you to siphon my magic…. It will come back right?”

“Uh.. yeah. I’ll just take a little bit.” He reached toward her, but paused, hesitantly. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

She nodded with conviction, “Yes, I am.”

He took her hand and concentrated. An orange glow blossomed to the surface of her skin, accompanied by a tingly feeling like tv static or a limb starting to fall asleep. He released a shaky breath before letting go of her. She touched her hand as the feeling faded.

He knelt down and hovered his palm over a patch of soil, uttering a short spell. Moments later, an white petaled wildflower grew up from the tiny sprout. He plucked it and handed it to her, tiny goosebumps shot up her arm when their fingers brushed each other.

“You’re really good with magic,” she commented.

“Actually, I was going for a rose, but a daisy is cool too, I guess..” He shrugged. He rubbed his lips together as his eyes took in her sultry mouth. Her perfect cupid’s bow and plump lips that looked edible.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her brow knit in curiosity.

His eyes flickered down. “I guess I’m kinda nervous.”

“Why?”

“Well- I mean- you’re like- you're really pretty,” he stammered, shifting nervously on his feet.

The butterflies in her stomach flapped their wings all at once, tickling her ribcage and a laugh burst out her mouth making her fluster more. “Thanks...” she whispered shyly.

“Ugh, just’ made it awkward, didn't I? Sorry. I have no filter sometimes…”

“It's okay. You’re really sweet.” She twirled the stem between her fingertips.

As he noticed the sun getting low an idea occurred to him.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked as they cut through heavy brush just off the trail.

“It’s a surprise,” he shot back with a wink.

He brought her to a clearing just before a rocky bluff that overlooked a crystal lake. The view was breathtaking, the orange sunset darkened to shades of red with purple fading in from above.

“Wow Kai, this is the most beautiful view I’ve ever s-” Her words left her when she noticed him stripping down, torso already bare as he discarded his belt. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled in response as he wordlessly rid himself of his cargo pants and stood only in boxer briefs. She tensed when he took quick strides toward her, scanning down his sculpted body with her eyes, snapping up from the prominent outline in his boxers the moment he spoke.

“Are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna come?” His tone dripping with cockiness.

“I-I wasn’t st- w-wha- come?!” It was her turn to stumble over her words.

He just shrugged, turned and ran before leaping over the edge.

“Kai!” she called out.

He burst up to the water’s surface and waved her forward. “Come on, Rose!”

“I-It’s too… cold,” she lied, hugging herself to sell her faux chills.

“The water feels fineee,” he sang while floating on his back.

“I don’t have a bathing suit!”

“You don’t need one! C’mon, are you really gonna’ make me swim alone?” He pressured her with a pout.

Her weak resolve crumbled. “Okay fine...”

He smiled to himself as she raised her shirt but stopped when she narrowed her eyes. “Turn around!” she ordered. He raised his hands in surrender before turning and resisting the temptation to peek while she removed her top and skirt and placed them neatly by his pile.

Heights were up there on her list of fears and the edge was at least 20 feet from the water.

“Am I allowed to turn back now?” His voice cut through her anxiety. She took a deep breath, reared back and dove in.

He spun around when he heard the water splash, slightly impressed that she actually jumped in after him. The water stirred as she came up from the surface, eyes piercing like a siren, wet curls clinging to her body. An invisible tide seemed to draw them impossibly closer without touching. She leaned into his caress when he reached up to cup her cheek, his thumb moving to gently tug on her lower lip. He lifted her chin, moving closer, teasing her by hesitating a hair away from her lips before she eagerly gave into the mounting tension, pressing her mouth to his in a hungry kiss that he eagerly returned with the same fervor.

Their bodies were intertwined on the rocky shore as they greedily tasted each other. Her fingers tangled in the wet hairs at the nape of his neck, their lips becoming languid and sloppy before they parted in need of oxygen.

“We should head back to the house,” he whispered against her skin.

“Wait, can we stay a little longer? It’s so beautiful out here,” she smiled up at the twilight sky, the atmosphere was perfect, “… and I need you right now.”

He reclaimed her lips and explored her body with his hands, her supple thighs, the soft skin of her waist, and the swell of breast. She knowingly reached back and unclasped her bra, letting the fabric fall before he caressed them, thumbs rubbing and tweaking the perked buds to her delight.

She eyed him carefully when he pulled away and asked, “Are you a virgin?”

“... no.. I was with someone… once,” she admitted softly.

“Did he make you cum?”

“No.”

“Then it doesn’t count,” he stated matter-of-factly, leaving trails of fire in the wake of his fingers on her inner thigh. “Did he ever.. eat you?”

She swallowed as his touch neared her clothed core, “n-no…”

His chuckle warmed her skin, “I can take two of your firsts tonight, if you let me.”

“... yes… please…” She sounded so breathy and needy.

He lowered himself down her body, kissing every square inch of skin along the way before he reached her trembling core. Watching as he stripped her of her panties, the instinct to hide herself neutralized by the grip he kept on her inner thigh, his cold rings biting into her flesh. He studied her delicate flower, the swollen bud darkened with arousal.

He inhaled her. "Rose, you're fuckin perfect.."

She blushed and whimpered when she felt him delve in with his warm tongue. Heat blossomed in her belly, hips uncontrollably bucked against his mouth.

“Sit still for me, princess.”

She obliged as best she could, thankful for his anchor-like grip. His tongue moved with deliberate expertise, parting her puffy folds so he could drink her from the source, thrusting in and out, drawing whimpers and slick that he swallowed down like sweet nectar.

Her fingers carded themselves through his damp hair, tugging at the roots, his hum of approval vibrating against her heat. She clenched around his fingers when two slid in knuckle-deep, working her over the edge in quick tandem with his skillful tongue. Her moans spurred him on, so pornographic he would have doubted they escaped her shy little mouth.

“Please… Kai, I-I’m gonna…”

Each flick of his tongue and brush of his diligent fingers had her seeing stars, she didn’t want it to end. He built her up gradually until the harsh sucking of her clit toppled her over the edge. It was like music when she arched and released a chorus of moans into the twilight air. Her climax gushed into his mouth messily as he continued slurping her up, her body trembled and whimpered from oversensitivity.

“Ahh.. mmm, Kai…” she pushed weakly at his shoulder.

He was a sinful vision, reluctantly pulling away to beam up at her with a cheshire grin, jaw glistening with her juices, lips pink and swollen. She was still reeling, curls disheveled and flat, mascara running, chest rising and falling, face red as a cherry as she tried to catch her breath. Kai ruined her so perfectly but he wanted to do so much more. He kissed her, letting her taste her lingering flavor on his lips.

Only a bit of maroon peeked out over the horizon, so they hurried back to the house before it was completely dark.

Her back barely touched the duvet before he pounced, grabbing at her waist and thighs to position her legs at either side of the bed, sucking on her neck and collarbone, fingers digging into her skin as they roamed likely to leave a mosaic of bruises by morning, but he relished in the little whimpers that escaped when he groped her a little too hard or bit down on the tender skin behind her ear, before soothing it with wet kisses. He impatiently rut his hips into hers, their moans harmonizing at the contact.

“Kaiiii…” she whined, too drunk on him feel ashamed of her neediness, “please…”

He smiled down at her, satisfied with his work.

Upon freeing his cock and stepping out of his briefs his member stood tall against his abdomen, already pulsing with need as precum pearled at the flushed tip. She audibly gasped at the sight.

He grin at this. “ya’ nervous, sweets? Wondering’ how my big cock is gonna’ fit inside you, huh?” he teased her while giving himself a few good pumps.

“Pleaseee.. fuck me already,” she begged, the anticipation made her legs twitch and core clench with need.

He swallowed her desperate pleas, claiming her mouth in a sloppy kiss of clashing tongues while collecting the arousal from her puffy folds with the head of his cock. Her breath hitched as he stretched past her tight resistance. He paid close attention, careful not to get lost in his own pleasure. He did want her to enjoy it too so she’d come back for more.

“Breathe, baby… I’m only half way- fucking god… you’re so tight…”

She sucked in a full breath as silent tears spilled down her cheeks but he kissed them away, savoring the salty fluid like a treat he earned, one he was determined to taste again.. and again. A broken sob escaped her lips when he sank the rest of the way in, her tight walls pulsing violently as she melded to his length.

“There’s no way you’re not a virgin…” he groaned, muscles straining as he waited for her to adjust. Her tears stopped but eyes still glistened beautifully. Trembling legs wrapped around his waist, his cock so overwhelmingly deep she could feel him in her belly, her core still drawing him deeper begging for more.

“please, I’m ready….” she breathed out.

His thrusts began with a steady rhythm, their moans mingling together with the creaking bed frame. “You’re.. taking me so well,” he croaked, closing his eyes to savor the way her velvet walls swallowed up each thrust, quickly reducing him to a sloppy, moaning mess. He rubbed her tender clit, making her belt out her orgasm before releasing his own.

Their spent bodies curled up together.

Rose stirred in bed, feeling around for his warmth when her eye popped open and confirmed his absence. Her shower thoughts were filled with the memories of his diligent hands, wicked tongue and massive cock that she felt in the residual aching of her sex. While scrunching conditioner through her hair she wondered why Kai wasn’t there when she woke up, her imagination running wild with the idea that their amazing night together was maybe not so great for him. But Rose tried to think the best, like she did with most things but her doubts nagged at her until she found him in the kitchen, standing over a hot skillet of pancakes. The table set with fresh orange juice, bacon and eggs that she shockingly didn’t smell earlier.

Kai turned when he heard her come in.

“Morning,” he greeted with a chaste kiss to her forehead and a bouquet of red roses he pulled from behind. She stared, unsure what to say. Her stunned silence unnerved him so he piped up, “I woke up really early and you were still sleeping so I didn’t want to wake you… and we were running low on food, so I went to the store and I found these roses that reminded me of y-” She interrupted his ramblings with her lips, instantly reassuring him. He smiled against her mouth.

“What was that for?”

“To thank you.”

“Oh… any time, Rosy.”

“Rosy?” She giggled at the nickname.

“Well, your face gets all rosy when we’re together,” his breath tickled her ear, “and now I know you blush everywhere else too…”

She poked him in the ribs playfully. “Kaiiii..” she whined as he nipped at her neck.

Thick smoke started rising from the skillet. “Kai.. Kai! Your pancakes are burning!”

“Oh shit!”

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hi, meet the dear little witch-verse. Right now, only the prologue is shared but more to come.

dear little witch: Bonnie Bennett has held plenty of titles. A daughter, friend, teen witch, and a former wife. The most important one to her now was mother and business owner. She earned this life for herself and would be damned if she lost. A witch’s premonition is nothing to ignore. Bonnie values her life away from Mystic Falls and returning wasn’t likely for her until her daughter’s safety was compromised. The Salvatore Boarding School would change everything for the Bennett witches. Secrets will unfold and time can only tell what’s to come next. Hope Mikaelson won’t be the only one with her world turned upside down. Family is forever, whether anyone likes it or not. Everything is done in the name of family. -an au of TVD/TO post season 8 & 4 of TO.

You might remember a bit of this AU from here.

#bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #Bonnie x Klaus #Klaus x Bonnie #klonnie #dear little witch #driawrites #the originals #the vampire diaries #hope mikaelson #tvd fic #the vampire diaries fanfic

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so-long-soldier-writes · 8 months

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Seventy-Two Hours with Kai Parker

bonnie bennett x kai parker | part 1 | requested

summary: bonnie should've known the night was too good to be true. the wedding was perfect, and went exactly as planned. not even a chair was out of place. but with a ceremony so flawless, she should've known. should've sensed, at least, the man lurking in the corner; watching the whole thing. watching, waiting - for her to be alone. because her betrayal really hurt him, and he was out to get even.

tags: dub-con, kidnapping, dark magic, bond, breeding kink, teasing, vaginal sex, rough sex, possessiveness, a smidge of soft!kai but he's mostly very dominant

word count: 9.9k

@sage1998c I hope you like how it turned out! It has been very fun to write. Part 2 is planned out, but I'm still writing it. :)

The wedding was absolutely perfect. The scene was beautiful, Jo looked gorgeous, Alaric was crying, and everything went smoothly. It felt like one of the first times in Mystic Falls where something actually went as planned. No one could’ve asked for a better outcome. A lovely couple was unified and promised the rest of their lives to spend together.

Bonnie was just about to go home, but stayed to help Caroline with some last minute de-decorating. Elena was supposed to be the one helping, but she and Damon decided to reconnect twenty minutes before the wedding, and only took a break for the service and reception. The minute the first couple went home, they took their cue to leave, too.

When Caroline started packing away the picturesque set, Bonnie offered a hand. She’d just be going back to an empty house, anyway.

It’s around midnight by the time the girls pack the last box. Caroline wipes a nonexistent sweat off her forehead, showing more exhaustion than anything. Bonnie, on the other hand, sighs, and puts her hands on her hips. They survey their work, then nod at a job well done.

“Well… that was a lovely wedding,” Caroline comments, “thank you for helping me clean up.”

“Of course. See you tomorrow?”

“Maybe in the evening? I might sleep all day,” the blonde jokes.

“Same. Well, see you soon, Care. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

A hug is shared before they part ways. Their cars are parked far from one another’s, considering Bonnie got there early to help Jo, and Caroline arrived late, way after the horde of Gemini that had attended. Luckily, the coven is long gone, and neither car is hard to find.

Bonnie’s car is in sight, actually. She spots it in the distance, then looks down into her purse to find her keys. But as she digs through gum packages, spare bandaids, medicine bottles, and other necessities, she neglects to keep an eye out for her surroundings.

A near fatal mistake.

With her eyes down and hands in her purse, Bonnie’s no match for the man that was hiding in the shadows. He grabs her arm first, then clamps a hand over her mouth. He pulls her head into his chest, and when she lifts her spare hand to fight back, he takes a hold of it, too. His grip is strong, and in no time, she feels herself losing consciousness. She tries to scream despite the hand over her mouth, but his hold only tightens. Blood drains from her face and terror takes over as a familiar voice whispers in her ear, “miss me?” Her legs go weak, then vision fades to black.

The next time Bonnie opens her eyes, she’s on the ground. She’s sitting upright, with her legs tucked underneath her, and her hands tied to a large metal pole. Her mouth is dry and there’s a faint taste of blood, but she assumes it’s from biting her own tongue. She’s still in the dress she was wearing, minus her jacket, though that’s the least of her concerns right now. At the moment, she wants to know if her kidnapper was really him, or if that was a trick of her mind.

“Lemme guess,” his voice breaks the silence. It echoes throughout the otherwise empty room. “You’re wondering if I really came back, or if that was all just a little dream about me.” The only light in the room is shining down on her. Bonnie doesn’t even have to see him to know it’s Kai - only he’d be that dramatic. When he steps into the light, the boots give her confirmation. “That would be cute,” he chuckles, “you dreaming about me. Bet I could make it happen.” He crouches down, knee touching the cement floor. A multi-ringed hand creeps into sight, crawling towards her like a spider. “But not today. Not a dream. It’s really me, Bonnie. I found you.” Only then does he finally step forward, a mischievous smile on his face. “Hi.”

“Malachai,” she spits out.

“Ooh! We’re doing full names. Well… I do believe I asked you a question.”

Bonnie narrows her eyes, confused. “You didn’t-”

“Did you miss me?”

She takes a deep breath, then puts on the most confident face she can muster. “No. I enjoyed the time you were locked away. You deserved it. You should still be there, in fact.”

“Brave words from the girl with her hands tied,” he gets closer, “powerless, vulnerable.”

She doesn’t answer.

“If it means anything, I missed you, BonBon. Damn, it hurt, getting betrayed by you like that. Yet I still thought about you everyday.”

The girl rolls her eyes. “How did you even get out?”

Kai smiles. “I vaguely remember a mention of an old Bennett witch being buried in Nova Scotia. Ring any bells?”

Her eyes go wide, and she curses herself for not thinking of that before trapping him there.

“Yeah. Sucked up all that magic and got myself out.”

“And you had nothing better to do than come bother me?”

“Oh, this is exactly what I planned. I told you, I thought about you everyday. First, about how upsetting it was that you turned your back on me. How much I wanted you to give me a second chance, yet you refused. As time went on, the thoughts only got stronger. How I needed to get back and find you. I need you to want me, too.” Before Bonnie can retort, he adds, “and if you don’t, well, I guess I can make you want me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He’s close enough that she can see him in detail. The blueness of his eyes; the small hairs growing on his face. Her eyes fall to a bite wound on his neck. She fights the urge to question it.

Kai’s gaze follows hers down, though. He chuckles. “Blood in exchange for answers. Y’know, maybe you shouldn’t have locked me up in a prison world full of angry ex-Gemini siphoners. They had a lot of family history to share, with the right motivation.”

Bonnie gulps. “What kind of history?”

“Coven secrets. Stuff they tried to bury. But much like the siphon gene, it never stays hidden for long.” Kai clicks his tongue. “Anyway, as long as I kept them fed, they told me loads of stuff that the Geminis used to do. Pretty dark stuff, I’ve got to say. You think my family is fucked up? Wait until you hear how my ancestors were.”

“I don’t care about your ancestral knowledge, Kai. Why did you bring me here?”

“That’s just the thing. If you’d let me finish my sentence, you’d find out.”

She rolls her eyes.

That mischievous smile returns to his face. “Do you remember the merge?”

“You mean the thing that made you kill your brother? Of course.”

“Yeah. It’s like that. Ish. Basically, it’s called a bond. I borrow just a bit of your blood, perform a little witchy woo spell, and let the magic work itself out. And then, you’ll be mine, as you should be.”

Bonnie’s never heard of this bond thing that he’s describing, but it doesn’t sound good. “Kai, you don’t have to do this. I won’t put you away again, we can be civil-”

“Oh I don’t want civil, Bonnie. I want someone I can trust, and have beside me, and I’ve already decided that person is going to be you.”

“No. Don’t do this.”

“You should be happier about this. By the end of it, you’ll have a little bit of my power, plus my protection. I-”

“What power? You can’t even make your own magic.”

“I’ll have power beyond your comprehension. But if you fight me, you’ll be on the losing side.”

“I’ll take my chances with that.”

“Not an option.” Kai stands up suddenly, retreats back into the darkness for a second, then walks back towards her with a backpack.

“What is that?”

Whistling to himself, he ignores her. Bonnie watches him pull out a knife, a grimoire, a small bowl, and an hourglass. He adjusts the way he’s sitting to tuck his legs under his thighs, like a little kid. Kai flips the grimoire to a certain page, reads over a spell, then licks his lips. “Ready?”

“No.”

“Okay.” Kai cuts his palm with the knife, then squeezes blood into the bowl. He doesn’t even wince, despite the rather deep gash he just gave himself. “Okay,” he repeats, “I need to untie your hands for a second. If you even think about running, I will make you regret it.”

The girl takes a deep breath as he goes behind her to cut the rope. He grabs one of her hands as soon as she’s free, ruining the escape she was planning. Kai continues to whistle as he brings her hand around, cuts it, and then wrings her blood into the same bowl. When he’s done, he produces a cloth from his back pocket and makes a tourniquet-like bandage around her palm. Bonnie’s silent, surprised, but doesn’t question it. Kai then ties her wrists to the pole again.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He starts to stir their blood together with the tip of the knife. As the thickness mixes, he chants a spell from his book. The temptation to interrupt is strong, but the fear of doing so overrides. Instead, she watches helplessly as Kai continues with his dark magic spell. When he’s done, he pours the blood into the top of the hourglass.

“Ah,” he breathes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as if the spell gave him pleasure. “Now we just have to wait seventy-two hours, and it’ll be complete.”

Seventy-two hours?! Bonnie’s too stunned to speak.

“Sit tight, okay? I’ll be back soon.”

“Wait, no! Kai! Why does it take seventy-two hours? What spell was that?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, princess.”

He stands up, puts the hourglass on a table she’s just now noticing, and walks out of view.

“Kai! You can’t leave me here! I don’t know where I am.”

“You’re safe, BonBon. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Where are you going?”

“Make you dinner. I’ll be right back.”

“My friends will find you, y’know? They’ll notice I’m gone! You’ll regret ever coming back.”

“Yeah, yeah. If they get here in time. Better hope they find you before that timer is up.”

Bonnie stops pulling on the ropes to look at the glass. A small droplet plops to the bottom, counting one minute. She breathes heavily. Seventy-two hours are all she has. And to escape what? She barely has a clue.

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Kai recited the basics of the spell to Bonnie, but he didn’t tell her everything he had learned about it from the heretics. Truth is, there are three parts to the spell - that’s why it takes seventy-two hours - three days - to set in. Some argue that there are four, but the general consensus agrees that parts three and four are combined as one. (The heretics fought on this topic for a good twenty minutes before Kai slammed two pots together to shut them up.)

The first twenty four hours make the patient receptible to the magic, weakening them enough so that when the dominant can give them what they need. They’ll be offered food, water, shelter, and other needs of care, and sometime during that time frame, the patient will give into their needs. They become reliant on the other for their survival.

Then the next span of hours consists of part two. The patient questions their doubts about the dominant. After having their basic needs met, they believe the care is genuine, whether it truly is or not. Any wrongdoing done is debated if it were wrong, or done for their own protection. Any rights are placed on a pedestal. (This step is important, because Geminis have an aggressive nature. Not always does the dom care for their patient; sometimes, they’re just the best bloodline for the coven’s needs.) (Kai made sure it was clear to the heretics that he cared about Bonnie, and that any issues with bonding wouldn’t be a fault of his own, but instead because of the woman’s stubbornness.)

The third day equals the third step. The patient becomes needy for the dominant, whether they admit it or not. Kai reckons Bonnie will be the latter. She’d never willingly admit to wanting him, even if it would save her life. But they assured him he doesn’t need a confession, he just needs to see it. See the magic working in her system; the glances she’ll think he doesn’t notice; the shifting in her seat. Subtle signs of want.

And then, three hours before the final drop falls, they’ll need to complete the final step. The step that bonds them for life: binding. By this time, they’ll be mostly ready in mind and body, and the magic will work as instructed by the spell. Bonnie may be more stubborn, again, but it’ll work regardless if she’s submitted completely yet. According to the heretics, the only truly necessary requirements to bond are that her body is receptive, and that the binding occurs after the sixty-ninth hour, and before the seventy-second. As long as Kai’s mind is set on it, hers doesn’t have to be. So in that case, there is no doubt it will be done.

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Some time in the three hours until Kai returns, Bonnie had fallen asleep. Though she soon wakes to the sound of boots scuffing the ground and the smell of food wafting in the air. The girl blinks her eyes open before stretching her arms over her head. Then she remembers - weren’t her hands tied? Bonnie looks behind her and is shocked to find no restraints. Nor are her feet tied. She’s free in the big empty building, her only company being a large platter of food.

But it can’t be that easy, can it? She looks at the food, then the space around her. Suddenly, her eyes land on the hourglass. It still sits on the table a couple feet away. Bonnie rushes towards it as it continues to drip, thinking maybe if it breaks, the spell would break, too. She outstretches a hand for the object, but then her hand bounces off an invisible wall.

Of course. A boundary spell.

“Couldn’t make it that easy,” Kai’s voice comes from the shadows. “But I did want you to be able to stretch and eat without being restrained.”

“Thanks,” she replies sarcastically.

She looks back at the glass. A thin line of blood covers the bottom. She curses to herself.

“What happens when all the blood drips to the bottom?”

“I told you, we’ll be bonded.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like it means.”

“Kai-”

“Are you going to eat? You must be starving.”

She looks back at the food. She is starving, and it looks delicious, but she’d hate to give into him. “I’m fine.” Her stomach growls.

“Sure.”

“I don’t want your food.”

“You have to eat something, Bon. You’ll get weak if you don’t.”

“No.”

“Well… it’ll be there when you decide you want it.”

“I won’t,” she spits.

She makes it two hours before hunger overtakes her. She tried so hard to fight it, but she could feel her body weakening by the minute. And when she remembered how good Kai’s cooking was in 1994, she started to eat before she could stop herself. Bonnie hadn’t even bothered with the silverware he’d provided.

Luckily, Kai doesn’t bother her the whole time she eats, nor during the three hours afterwards where she regrets giving into him. Instead, she sits in complete silence, staring at the gray walls around her. It isn’t long before she feels her eyes drooping again. A full stomach combined with absolute boredom lulls her into a deep sleep before she can fight her closing eyes.

The next morning, Bonnie wakes up on her own, without the sound of footsteps or whistling invading her subconscious. Though immediately, she’s disgruntled to find that in her sleep, Kai had laid a thick blanket over her and a pillow under her head. A second later, she feels bothered by herself for getting mad at him for offering kindness, but then switches back to being annoyed.

What is happening? She wonders.

Bonnie shakes the thoughts away like an etch-a-sketch. She needs to get away from him; he must be messing with her head. Quickly, she rises to her feet to scan the building for an escape. Any air ducts, fire escapes, or secret doors will work, as long as she can break the barrier spell. As for that, she’s a Bennett witch - she’ll figure it out soon enough.

With a newfound energy, Bonnie runs her fingers along the magical walls for any give. She scans every inch of what she can see of the warehouse, while keeping an eye out for her captor.

Speaking of Kai, she wonders where he is. She hadn’t seen him in nearly twelve hours, and was starting to get worried he’d abandoned her.

Wait. That would be a good thing, right? If he abandoned her, she could escape without him noticing.

But if he did, and she never gets out, she’ll die here alone.

Bonnie’s attention is soon all on Kai. Panic rises to her chest when she realizes she might be stuck there alone. It’s 1994 all over again - Kai leaves her to die in an unfamiliar place.

He only left because you refused to let him out, some voice in her head says. If you’d let him go, you could’ve gone with him.

Who’s side are you on? Bonnie argues with it. He punished me for that choice by leaving me in 1994, and by leaving me here, now, he’s punishing me for 1903.

He was desperate to get out. You can understand that. You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?

“I see you’re awake,” Kai’s voice quiets the one in her head.

“Kai,” she says out loud, as if confirming to herself that he’s really there.

“Did you miss me that time?”

“No.” Her voice is a bit more shaky than she’d like.

“Awh. Was hoping a little distance would do the trick. Anyway, how are you feeling? Hungry? I see you ate dinner, finally.”

“Don’t act like you care.”

“Ouch. That hurts, BonBon.”

“Yeah, I doubt that.”

Kai doesn’t answer. Instead, he creeps closer to the barrier. Their bodies are close, separated only by the spell. His voice drops to a whisper, “I wouldn’t be too brazen with me, Bonnie. I am the only one who knows where you are.”

“My friends will find me.”

“Maybe. But it’s also been, like, two days, and I feel like if they were looking, they should’ve found you by now. I don’t know, it just seems… maybe they gave up?”

Bonnie strikes her palm against the spell. It bounces off, but he backs up anyway. “They’re looking. You’ve just cloaked me, so they probably need to find another witch.”

“Hm, maybe you’re right. Probably having a hard time doing that. With the coven in town, Dad’s not gonna let Liv help. And none of them have ever helped anyone but themselves, so you might be out of luck, BonBon.”

“Fuck you, Kai.”

“Oh!” He smirks in a way that makes her heart drop. He runs his tongue along his lips and looks her body up and down. “Would you like to?”

“I hate you.”

“Didn’t answer my question.”

“You’re…” her mind struggles to find the words. Every time she tries to spit out an insult, something in her subconscious counters it.

“I’m what?”

“You’re… just so annoying. Can you leave me alone to my solitude?”

“As you wish, Bonster. But let me tell you, I’ve lived in solitude for a long time, and you’ll be begging for my company soon.”

“You can only dream, Malachai.”

The stupid smirk returns to his face when he says, “oh, I will.”

Bonnie groans before retreating back to her blanket. As pissed as she is that Kai gave it to her, it’s still better than sleeping on the cold, hard ground.

Kai watches her until she’s comfortable in her makeshift bed. Thoughts race in his head; fears run wild about someone finding her before the spell is done. He mutters a quick spell to sharpen the defenses around the building, cloaking them in a second layer of magic just in case. Then he looks to the hourglass, willing it to drip faster. His heartbeat quickens as he remembers the heretics’ words.

“It’s an inevitable part of the bond, so you need to make sure that’s something you’re on board to do. Can you handle it?”

“I had seven siblings. I can handle it.”

“But do you want it? Remember, this is something the coven values most, for it ensures their survival.”

Kai first thinks of his siblings. Annoying, yes, but he did like them in their younger years. Before the eldest of the middle children grew into teenagers and turned on him like their parents, Kai liked them. Maybe he would’ve even loved them if he were given the chance.

“And the girl? Are you sure you want this with her?”

He pictures Bonnie in his mind. Witty, stubborn, strong Bonnie. The girl willing to do anything for the people she loves. He thinks of her months from now, and the image produces a low growl from his throat.

“Yes.”

“Then I will give you the spell. But remember, the Geminis thought they had erased this long ago,” the man smirks, “just like the thought they got rid of us. Be careful with it, or you might end up back here for good.”

“Hey,” a snap brings Kai out of the memory, “out of my solitude.”

He meets her eyes. The image resurfaces in his mind, but he tries not to react to it. “Right. Dinner will be ready shortly.”

Bonnie rolls her eyes and doesn’t respond.

After another meal and a night’s sleep, Bonnie wakes up to a feeling of fullness between her legs. For a moment, she’s confused, but then her blood runs cold as she remembers where she is. “Get off me!” She leaps from the floor, tossing her blanket off in a panic. When she looks down, though, Kai’s nowhere near her.

Instead, he’s in the corner, head cocked in confusion. “I’m not touching you.”

“You just were. With your magic.”

“Nope, I’ve been over here the whole time.”

“You must’ve siphoned me. You were touching- something… doing something to me.”

“Awh, did you have a little dream of me?! Sweet little Bonnie Bennett had a dream of me, I’m touched!”

“I. Did. Not. You did something.”

“Princess, I swear, I didn’t touch you.”

“Don’t call me princess!”

“Okay. Hey, I’m sorry. No nicknames. But I didn’t touch you. I didn’t siphon you. I promise.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t know how to prove to you that I didn’t do anything. Though…”

“Kai-”

“...maybe that spell had something to do with it,” he nods to the hourglass.

“The spell… What was that spell? Tell me right now! I’m serious, Kai!”

The boy groans, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Ugh! What now?”

“The way my name sounds on your tongue. Thick and sweet, like honey.”

“Malachai!”

He clicks his tongue, “less of the effect.” He sighs, “spell is harmless… ish.”

“Ish?”

“Ish.”

“Is it a sex spell?”

He smiles. “No, but that is a good idea.”

“Tell me what it is.”

“I did. It’s a bonding spell.”

“What does that mean?”

“Why do you need this explained? It’s exactly what it sounds like.”

“You’re bonding us together?”

“There you go. You’re getting it.”

Bonnie fights the urge to throw up in her mouth. “How does that even work?”

“Well, we’re at about hour sixty-four, so in just a few more, you’ll find out. See, combining our blood was one step, the spell was another, and then there’s one more part to complete it.”

“Why do you think you need to bond us?”

“Because your betrayal really hurt, Bonnie. And this way, you can’t leave me again.” His eyes are dark, almost black, and she fights the urge to cower under his gaze. “But think of it this way, if it helps. You’ll be, let’s call it, a co-leader of the Gemini Coven. Think of all that power, all that magic, that you could access. You’ll lead these idiots with me until a new set of twins takes over the job.”

“Thought you wanted to keep your spot as leader?”

“Oh, I do, but-”

“And I thought you hated kids?”

“I don’t hate kids. I-”

“But you killed all your younger siblings.”

“That was a completely different situation. My fath-”

“So-”

Kai clicks his tongue again. “Sorry! You’ve run out of interruptions for the day. You can only interrupt me so many times before I lose my patience, BonBon. Restart tomorrow, please!”

“You’re an ass.”

“You’re the one interrupting. How am I supposed to answer your questions when you won’t let me?”

“Fine.” She shuffles her legs around uncomfortably. “This bond… if I’m linked to you, I’ll partially rule the coven?”

“Yeah, technically.”

“Okay. So what’s to say I won’t kill you the moment I gain power, hm? Because that would suck if you went through all that work just to die in the end.”

“Would suck,” Kai muses, “though I don’t know why you’d try. It’s a bond, Bonnie. You wouldn’t want to hurt me once we’re linked. It’d break your heart.”

She swallows, scared of that thought. But then again… it might be nice to have that kind of loyalty with someone. Sometimes it feels like she’s the only one looking out for herself in this town. A bond would link Kai to her as much as she’d be to him. She’d actually have someone looking out for her, protecting her.

Bonnie’s throat goes dry. As soon as the betraying thought creeps in, she blocks it out. Kai is why she needs protection. A bond to him will put her in danger… right?

“What kind of power am I gaining in this?” She asks instead, ignoring the ten billion other things she wants to know.

“Well, our blood is, as we speak, mixing together. So when the spell is complete, you will gain certain spells and knowledges that run only in the Gemini bloodline, and I will gain such for your bloodline. You’ll also have access to centuries of grimoires and whatnot that require Gemini blood to open.”

“So we’ll be of the same blood?”

“No,” Kai answers rather quickly. “See, according to the heretics, this spell was commonly used by my more angry and aggressive ancestors who needed to procreate for a set of twins, but couldn’t convince a poor woman to marry them. Part of that dark history I mentioned earlier. It isn’t the blood that’s combined, because then things get all gross and incestuous, but it’s the magic that is mixed and returns to the bloodstream in some witchy way.”

Bonnie’s mouth is hanging open by the time he’s finished explaining. “This is a sex spell.”

“No. It’s a bonding spell.”

“Does the bond have to involve procreation if you’re not trying to do that?”

“Who says I’m not?”

“Um, you. Who killed four of your siblings, and will kill anyone who tries to take your leadership away?!”

“Ah, back on that. I killed my siblings for a reason, Bonnie. They were in the way. As for the other part of your question, I don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?”

“Whether I want to let the Gemini curse consume me and the rest of this dumb coven, or if I should complete the whole spell and not die a painful death.” When she’s too speechless to answer, Kai continues, “guess we have five hours for me to decide.”

He leaves her after that.

Bonnie’s still shocked, though she’s not afraid. There’s no way Kai will do it; he hates kids. He’s proved that to her. And he’s not going to give up his spot as leader that’s he’s “worked” so hard for these last twenty years. Speaking of which, he’s probably making up the entire spell, too. Knowing Kai, he muttered some random phrases and is only holding her hostage for his own entertainment. The girl rolls her eyes, recognizing he’s just trying to scare her. She lays back down on the blanket, not asleep, but closing her eyes to pass time.

Despite what he told the girl, Kai’s mind is already made up. In fact, he decided on his plan whilst still being in the prison world. He is going to complete the whole spell as it was intended to be done; he is going to bond her to him, and then she will bear his children.

Bonnie would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of him that way. If she hadn’t imagined how his fingers would feel upon her skin, his lips against her own, his body on top of hers. She thought such things while trapped in the prison world, and in the last twenty-four hours, they have returned to her mind. It certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing she’d ever done, but she feared the guilt would stay with her forever.

But though she was able to shake away the thoughts when she was stuck in 1994, she struggles to fight them now. Each time they surface, they are harder to push away. At first, she blamed it on loneliness: Alaric and Jo’s wedding, Elena and Damon getting back together, Caroline and Stefan crossing the friend boundary. Then Kai mentioned that the spell might have something to do with it. Initially, Bonnie was furious for being spelled into liking him, but now she’s having an internal debate if it only amplified buried feelings, or only gave her a sexual desire for him. She’s not sure, but she sure as hell wouldn’t admit to either if he asked.

“Oh,” she hears him before she can see him, “you’re awake. Good.”

“This spell,” she starts, “does it affect you in any way, or just me?”

“Aside from my magic being mixed with yours? Not really.”

“Yeah, and aside from that, how does it affect me?”

Kai does that half-smile, half-smirk that pisses her off. This time, it makes her squirm. “Kind of does the same thing.”

“Kind of?”

“How do you feel?” He changes the topic. “Comfortable? Need another blanket?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? No extra padding or anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“Need less blankets? Are you hot?”

Burning, she thinks, under his gaze. “Fine the way I am.”

“Okay. Hey, it’s the seventieth hour, Bon. So, um, we need to complete the spell.”

“What? Do you need more blood?”

“No.” Kai cocks his head. “You don’t seem as scared as you were before.”

“Well, I’ve had seventy hours to think.”

“Oh?”

“And I don’t think you really casted a spell. I think you’re just keeping me here for fun.”

He chuckles. “Oh I definitely did, Bonnie.”

“Really? Prove it.”

“Prove it?”

“You say you casted it, well, I don’t believe you.”

“You’re not serious.”

“What happens on the seventieth hour?”

“I told you.”

“Well, prove it to me. Do your spell. Take more blood. Do whatever you need to bond us,” she rolls her eyes and puts quotation marks up with her fingers, “because I think you’re bluffing.”

“Y’know, having your approval to finish this spell makes this so much easier. I was going to do it regardless, but knowing you want me too just makes it ten times better.” He stalks towards her.

“I don’t want you.”

“Okay. Whatever you say, Bonnie.”

Before she can respond, he’s on the ground beside her. He sits criss-crossed, which would look innocent if he didn’t tightly grab her wrist a second later. The boy then studies her carefully. He trails a finger along her jawline and down her neck, before he cups his hand around it. She doesn’t flinch this time, and disturbingly enough, she doesn’t want to move, either. She swallows hard, throat bobbing against his palm.

“Are you scared?”

“Of you? No.”

“Are you going to listen to me?”

“That depends.”

Kai smiles. “Y’know, my mom was always pregnant when I was growing up. Trying to bear another set of twins, right? Because I was defective, an abomination, yadda yadda yadda… I was a siphon, so if I merged, I’d take down Jo immediately. You know the story. Anyway, mom was always pregnant, and Jo would always help her. And so badly, I wanted to help her. I mean, she was my mother. She carried me, birthed me, fed me, raised me, and I wanted to care for her when she was going through that with my siblings.” Kai’s hand drops from her neck, down to his lap. One hand still holds her wrist. “But my father wouldn’t let me. Even if I swore I wouldn’t touch her, he wouldn’t let me help. So I watched Jo comfort her, make her tea and soup, bring her extra blankets if she were cold. And when baby after baby was born, I couldn’t help with them, either. Jo would talk to them in her baby-voices, and carry one on her hip while doing chores for mom. She could play with them and teach them, and the one thing I could do was cook for the family. To make it worse, Jo would scold me for never helping, but if I tried, dad would punish me.” Kai pauses, and Bonnie actually feels sorry for him. She fights the urge to comfortingly run a finger along his cheek. “I never got the chance to bond with my siblings because I never got to spend time with them. They were practically taught to fear me. So when you’re eight years old and you’re told you’d either kill your twin or they’d kill you, and you’re already not allowed to interact with her, and now your mom is pregnant and you’re not allowed to help with that, either, you kinda start to question what’s the point, y’know?” Kai’s eyes meet Bonnie’s before jumping back to the ground. “And then suddenly you’re twenty-two, and you’re supposed to do the one thing you are allowed to do, but now you can’t do that either. So when the tightly pulled string snaps, it’s thrown away, instead of anyone trying to fix it, because that’s easier, right?”

“Kai-”

“So yeah, I killed my siblings. But maybe if I was ever given a fucking chance to know them better, I wouldn’t have. Maybe if I was given a chance at all.”

It’s quiet for a long time. Bonnie doesn’t know how to respond to the sudden confession, and Kai’s eyes have glazed over like he wasn’t even aware he shared it.

“Kai, I… don’t know what to say.”

His gaze snaps up to her. “This spell needs to be completed in three hours to take effect. I just want you to know that I didn’t hate my siblings in the way everyone thinks I did.” She swallows, wondering where he’s going with this. “I don’t hate kids. I just hated my parents.”

Bonnie nods, not sure what else to do. Kai seems to take this as an answer, though.

In a split second, he takes her other wrist and pushes her body onto the ground. He makes sure her head’s on the pillow before gripping one hand above her head, while his other hand holds her still on the shoulder. He then swings his legs over her hips, straddling her, and before she can even blink, she’s pinned completely.

“Wait!” Sweat beads at her forehead. “What are you doing?”

“The spell needs to be complete,” he repeats.

“What happens on the seventieth hour?” She pants, “tell me!”

“The binding, Bonnie. Remember? I said I could die a painful death from not having twins to take over the leadership, or I could complete the whole spell as it should be done?” She remembers, but doesn’t reply. Kai continues anyway. “There was never another option. I knew I was going to complete it the moment the heretics gave it to me. The moment they told me everything that needed to happen.”

“Why?” The girl asks, quietly. Partly out of shock, partly out of fear.

“Because I want you, Bonnie. And I want this. This spell will give me both.”

Realization starts to set in that he was not, in fact, lying about the spell. He had casted it, and he was going to do exactly what he had described.

“Aww, come on, don’t look so sad. I know you’re at least a little curious about me, even without the workings of the spell. I wonder what was going through your head at the wedding, watching those two get married. Or when Elena and Damon returned just in time with hay in their hair, doing exactly what everyone was thinking. Y’know, if you didn’t trap me in 1903, I could’ve been your date to that wedding. We could’ve fought beforehand about which tie I was going to wear, or which shoes you thought looked better. And then we could’ve danced, or snuck to the snack table, or the bar. Then when everyone finally went home and inevitably hooked up, because that’s what always happens, we could be doing this in your warm bed with the feather pillows I bet you have, and an air freshener in the room that smells like sage only to be overpowered with the smell of sex by the time the sun rises.”

Bonnie swallows. She avoids his gaze, mind consumed by his words.

“But you didn’t, and I had to resort to watching you be sad, all alone, at the wedding, and then taking you for myself afterwards. Then again, maybe that’s what you needed to realize you missed me.”

“I didn’t miss you.”

“Is that something you say because you mean it, or because it’s an automatic reply that you use to keep your good side intact? Because it’s starting to sound a little forced.”

“I… I don’t…”

“Don’t mean it? Don’t want me? Don’t want to admit you want me? Come on, Bonnie. Use your words.”

The girl stays silent, not trusting those words.

“Alright. Well, I’m running out of time, and you haven’t clearly given me a ‘no’, so I’m just gonna get on with this, and then you can decide what you want later, okay?” Again, she doesn’t reply, so he nods. “Okay.”

His body that was hovering over her one second now presses into her. Their hips touch, and she can feel his hardening length on her leg. At the same time, he dips his head into the side of her neck, kissing it softly. The hand that once rested on her shoulder is feeling along her side, but stops at the end of her dress. He tugs at the fabric, as if silently asking for permission to remove it.

“Kai-”

“Hm?”

“I-” she doesn’t know what to say. She wanted his attention, but now doesn’t know what to do with it.

Kai continues to kiss along her neck. His lips are barely touching her skin, but they still make her feel hot. She fights with herself over whether to struggle against him, or give into her subconscious desires. The more she’s quiet, though, the more Kai seems to take that as permission. He pulls her dress up and over her head, cradling her neck gently as it slips past her face.

“There you go,” he whispers, looking her up and down, “good girl.” He tosses it over his shoulder. “That dress fit you perfectly, may I add. You looked gorgeous in it. It’s been difficult to wait until now to pull it off you, but I promise you I’ve admired it from afar.”

She swallows, getting a mental picture of Kai eye-fucking her across a fully-seated ceremony. Hiding in the shadows; three hundred people, yet he’s watching her. Instead of giving in, though, she turns her head.

“Still being stubborn? Awh. That’s okay, BonBon. I’ll take care of you.”

Kai tightens his grip on her waist with his legs. He’s even harder now, and almost fully exposed, Bonnie can feel all of him. His bulge is dangerously close to her clothed core, and her body is burning from the teasing proximity. She can only watch as he undoes his tie, inserting a finger into the knot and pulling it loose. Her eyes follow his hands, admiring his long fingers, and an escaped thought makes her curious as to how they’d feel inside her. Kai pulls off his jacket, tosses it somewhere with her dress, and then his dress shirt follows.

“Watching me?” He catches her staring.

Bonnie turns her head away quickly, again.

“It’s okay if you were.” He removes his belt, but keeps his pants fitting loosely on his body. Bonnie, now squeezing her eyes shut, has no warning before his fingers graze against her heat. He slips a finger between her folds, feeling the wetness through the fabric. A moan passes through his lips. Two seconds later, his mouth takes the place of his fingers, and when she looks up, he’s sure enough level with her. Bonnie bites her tongue to not moan at the feeling of his hot breath on her cunt. It feels so good, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

“Stop that,” she mutters through clenched teeth.

“Stop what? Teasing,” he sticks his tongue out to the fabric, “or touching?” A hand creeps up her back and unhooks her bra. It snaps off, freeing her breasts, and Kai watches them bounce into place. She hadn’t even noticed he’s not holding her down anymore. His body is off of hers completely, but she’s in too much pleasure to notice.

“Both.”

“Awh, that’s no fun.” He pulls off his dress pants, then rises back to his knees. His eyes focus on her breasts, licking his lips, while Bonnie tries to look anywhere other than his huge bulge. “Guess we’ll get straight to fucking, then.”

Before she can even speak, he’s hovering over her again. He mutters something, then she feels cool air on her heat, telling her he’s gotten her panties off with magic.

“I promise I didn’t siphon you. It’s tempting, but I wanted to make you feel comfortable, and I know you don’t like that. Anyway.” He mutters the same thing to remove his boxers, and this time, she feels his hard cock slap against her cunt. She bites back a moan, tongue bleeding from the pressure on it.

Kai then crawls up her body to whisper in her ear. His cock teases the tip of her folds, and she knows she’s wet enough that if he pushed just a little, he’d fit. “This would be so much better in your bed, BonBon.” He kisses her neck. “I mean, you’re receptive now, but it’d be so much more comfortable there.” His lips travel further down, but this time, he chuckles against her skin. It tickles, making her squirm. “Y’know, while the spell requires you to be receptive, it doesn’t have that much of an effect. It prepares you just enough to be able to take it, not enough to make it comfortable. The wetness pooling out from between your legs is entirely your own doing. So look me in the eye and tell me you don’t secretly want this.”

She accepts the challenge of his eye contact, but then struggles with the lie. “I-”

He clicks his tongue. “Come on, Bonnie.”

“Not enough to make it comfortable? What does that mean?”

“Just like it sounds, quit stalling.”

“Tell me.”

“Remember in historical times when sex was pretty much only a form of procreation, and not at all just for pleasure? Yeah, well, Geminis are well aligned with that. So when more twins are needed to keep the coven alive, women don’t usually get the good end of the bargain. Like, at all.” He pushes himself inside just a little. “Luckily, you have two things in your favor today, Bonnie. One, you seem to want this, considering how wet you are right now. And two, I care about you, and I don’t want you to hate this.”

“Right.”

“I want to bond with you, Bonnie. I’ve wanted you like this since the first time I saw you.”

“You didn’t even know this bond was a thing until I stuck you in 1903. You should be thanking me.”

He cocks his head, genuinely surprised at the retort. A smile crosses his lips. “We’ll see who’s doing the thanking after I’ve been deep inside you.”

With that, he holds himself steady with his palms on the ground, then pushes into her fully. As expected, she’s able to take him. The minimal pain she feels is getting used to his size, but that’s worked out in the first couple of thrusts. Bonnie’s hands reach for anything to grasp as he finds his pace. When he ducks his head to lick at her breasts, her hands bury in his hair, scratching his scalp and pulling his roots. Kai doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he moans at the feeling, sending a vibration through her body. He sucks her tits, even bites them gently. His hands skim along her arms and body, providing a sensual touch. It’s overwhelming, but in all the best ways.

The only sounds that have been heard in the warehouse for three days are that of their voices talking back and forth. Now, the building echoes with the slaps on skin on skin contact, vulgar squelching at the point of connection, and frenzied moans tumbling from both sets of lips. Spit dribbles from the edge of Kai’s swollen lips down onto her stomach, wetting her in a way she always thought she hated. But in that moment, under him, she secretly relishes the feeling. If her pussy could get any wetter, it would.

It isn’t long before she feels close to coming. She doesn’t want to admit it. Instead, she puts a hand on Kai’s arm and hopes he gets the hint.

Thankfully, the boy looks up. A smirk tugs on his lips at the sight of her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He sits up, still thrusting hard into her, and cocks his head as if giving her permission to come. Bonnie does so immediately after that. Her body shaking with pleasure and relief. Her tits continue to bounce from his thrusts, but now they’re cold from his spit and absent tongue. Kai blows cool air against them as she falls apart underneath him, but he doesn’t stop. He barely even slows down.

“Beautiful,” he compliments.

“Slow down,” she asks, trying to catch her breath.

Kai, surprisingly, listens. He slows to a stop and pulls out completely. She can see now, the sweat beading on his forehead. The way he pants, also trying to catch his breath. She makes the mistake of looking up and down his body. His cock rests in his hands, red, hard, and clearly not ready to be done with her.

“Feel good?”

Bonnie rolls her eyes.

“Mmkay. Stubborn girl.” His words sound more teasing than anything. When she looks in his eyes, there’s a mischievous glint in them. She then follows his gaze to the hourglass, but can’t read the expression he wears looking at it. Kai turns his attention back to her, then licks his lips. “Okay. Let me know if you need to change positions, because we’re not done yet,” he confirms. At least she has the option… she shakes her head to erase the thought. Kai seems to take that as a ‘no’ on changing his position, though, which Bonnie didn’t think about until now, and starts to push back into her.

This time, Kai takes more time picking up his pace. He thrusts slower, but reaches deeper inside her. His hands grab both shoulders, effectively pinning her to the ground. Then, when he starts to get comfortable, he quickens pace again. This round, he’s deep enough to make a bulge visible in her belly. His eyes drop to it as soon as he sees it. A smile she still can’t interpret is on his face.

“You’re gorgeous,” he compliments, panting heavily, “you’ll look even more so filled up. Aw, I can’t wait for it. Fill you to the brim, and I won’t let any of it leak out. That’s the last part of the spell, Bonnie. To bind you to me; bind us. Fill you up and wait for it to take. It will.” His grip on her shoulders tightens. “The first three months might be a little uncomfortable. You might be sick some mornings, or be a little more sensitive, but I promise I’ll help you through it. I’ll make you this raspberry tea that Jo used to make for mom, even though it was my recipe. She drank it throughout every pregnancy.” When Bonnie raises her hands up in search of something to grab, he takes them and pins them above her head. He has a new angle now, and can thrust even deeper.

“And by the fourth month, you’ll start to show. They’ll start to move, and you can feel them inside you.” Suddenly, the hand on her shoulder finds its way to her neck. Minimal pressure is added. He’s showing dominance, not an intent to harm. “Your body is still going through changes, but they become easier to manage. The baby’s growing and developing, and you might gain a little weight, but it’s not unhealthy, and you’ll still be just as gorgeous as you always are.” Kai’s movements are getting sloppy. He’s close. Close to finishing the spell, close to coming deep inside her.

“And in the last couple months, they’ll be almost ready. You’ll certainly be ready to be done with it,” he smiles a genuine smile, “because I know it’s hard, and it hurts, but it’s worth it. Your back will hurt and breasts, too, and they might leak, but I’ll massage you wherever you need it. Contractions will start as you get closer, and it’s okay if you break my finger gripping too tightly.” His mouth is dry from talking, but he continues anyway. “I won’t let you out of my sight, Bon. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I can’t promise my coven won’t try, but I can promise you that as long as we’re bonded, you’ll be safe, and I’ll defend you with my life. I love you, Bon, and I want this baby so, so bad. I promise I’ll take care of both of you.”

With a few more thrusts, he’s spilling inside her. He can only hold himself up for a second before collapsing, but rolls to the side to not crush her with his body. He keeps his cock buried inside her, as he had promised not to pull out until she was filled. Kai’s eyes flutter as he catches his breath, and for the first time in quite a while, he’s silent.

Bonnie’s head races with everything he just said. How much passion was in his voice when he talked about having a baby with her. She’s overwhelmed, but can’t find herself to be disgusted about it. Though, she can feel the warmth in her core from him, and knows she has to accept her fate now, or she’ll hate it for the rest of her life. Bonnie bites her cheek as her thoughts race, trying to decide which option to choose.

Beside her, Kai’s breathing returns to normal. He creeps a hand up to her stomach and rests it there. After another minute, he adjusts slightly to pull out. Then, slowly, the slight pressure he was keeping on her stomach dissipates as his hand goes limp. She turns to see his face and realizes he’s fallen asleep.

Bonnie could run. He’s at the most vulnerable she’s ever seen him in her life; the barrier spell would be easy to break. She could escape. Shatter the hourglass and kill the spell. She could probably even kill him at this moment, if she wanted. But for some reason, she does none of those things. Instead, she turns towards him and brushes a finger down his cheek. She watches his chest rise and fall, then lays her head against it. Her breathing matches his in a matter of minutes, and she’s out like a light.

Eight hours later, way past time for the spell to be complete, Bonnie wakes up to Kai’s arms wrapped around her protectively. He has quite a grip despite still being asleep, which tells her he woke up in the middle of the night and took the chance to pull her closer. When she stirs, he does, too, fluttering his eyes open to meet hers.

“Hi,” he says simply, a smile on his face. He looks so innocent, almost like he hadn’t fucked himself to unconsciousness and her to impregnation just a few hours ago.

“Hi,” she replies, unsure of what else to say.

“How do you feel?”

“Fine.”

He sits up, propping his head on his elbow. “Just fine?”

“I guess I don’t know what to feel yet.”

Kai considers this. “Well… you didn’t try to run away last night.”

“I thought about it.”

“What stopped you?”

She doesn’t respond right away, and when she does, it doesn’t answer the question. “You really want a baby?”

“Ever since my dad barred me from helping with my siblings, I knew I needed it for myself. Whether it’s something primal or parently, I don’t know.”

“Which do you think it is?”

“Well the primal part is definitely the Gemini. I don’t think there’s been one good fatherly figure in the history of my coven. Maybe it’s me wanting to be a good dad because of that. To raise a kid the opposite of how I was raised.” He looks down. “I don’t know, sounds stupid. Of all people talking about having kids, I should be on the bottom of that list.”

“It’s not stupid. You were never given a chance to show goodness, because you were immediately deemed evil. You express these feelings to me because you trust me.” Bonnie doesn’t know if the words coming out of her mouth are her own or the workings of the spell. Perhaps both.

“You really believe that?”

“As much as I believe that people can change from evil to good, look at Damon, or even Klaus Mikaelson, I also believe that maybe they were good all along, but their bad parts overshadowed their good. Maybe they needed to put up an act, or maybe it was all buried so deeply that they didn’t even know where inside themselves they were. Like you.”

Kai thinks about this, then asks, “anyone else? Or did you come up with that just for me?”

Bonnie wonders for a moment. “Maybe Katherine. Qetsiyah.”

Kai doesn’t know who those people are, only by mention, but what matters is that she was able to see inside the hearts of more people than just him. To him, that confirms she’s telling the truth.

“I didn’t have a good father figure, either, Kai. He left when I was young, then came back a couple years ago. Tried to control a lot of the things I did. Said it was to protect me, but I didn’t want his protection after he had abandoned me.”

“Where is he now?”

“Dead. Silas. It still hurts even though we weren’t close.”

Kai doesn’t understand that. The heretics gave him two options for revenge. One, to become a heretic. To drink Lily’s blood and kill himself, which would take down the coven. He’d then drink the blood of his dying father to complete the transition. Or two, to bond and lead the coven, then produce a set of twins to rule after him. Instantly, he chose to bond with Bonnie, but he’d still kill his father in a heartbeat, given the chance.

“I won’t abandon you,” he says after a brief silence, “I promise.”

In a moment of spunk, Bonnie challenges, “is that you or the bond talking?”

“Me.” A no-hesitation reply.

The girl sighs, relaxing into his arms once more. After a moment, a new question comes to mind. “What happens now? Do we stay here?”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want my bed,” she answers honestly. “But.” she tastes the words before saying them. They feel weird to admit, but they’re true. “I want you with me.”

Kai kisses her forehead. “Okay. I’ll take you home.”

They rest for another ten minutes before getting up to leave. As Bonnie puts her dress back on, Kai gathers his things. The hourglass, the grimoire, the blanket and pillow on which she slept. He stays close to her as they make their way out of the building, tucked away, on the edge of the town border. Bonnie recognizes it from the outside, though she’d never think to go near it.

“How’d you know of this place?”

“Saw it in passing. I scoped it out for days, making sure no one was inhabiting it. I needed somewhere to keep you where you would be safe.”

She doesn’t answer. As uncomfortable as it was to be kept there, she remembers he’s still a sociopath, and to prioritize her safety was a big thing despite his general lack of understanding for others’.

The short trip to her house was uneventful, but Bonnie wonders if he spelled them to be invisible. There’s no way her friends aren’t looking for her; she disappeared four days ago by now. They must be worried sick.

“What do I tell my friends when they see me? If I’m even allowed…”

“‘Course you can see them. And you can see them without me around, if you want, but I’ll still cast a protection spell over you. Or linger in the shadows, where they can’t see me.” Kai’s eyes darken playfully. “As for telling them, I have no idea. Whatever you want.”

Bonnie thinks about it. Whether to lie and say she got lost, knocked out, or kidnapped by someone else? Or whether to say it was Kai who kidnapped her? What if she tells them she learned to enjoy his company in the time he held her captive? What if she reveals he’s most likely gotten her pregnant?

Suddenly, her stomach hurts, like she’s eaten something curdled. She winces in pain and clutches it. Kai turns around immediately.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Stomach. I was thinking of what to tell them, and it started hurting.”

“That’s unusual, you shouldn’t have symptoms yet.”

Suddenly, it hits her. “The spell.”

“What?”

“It would put the baby in danger if they found out I could be pregnant. They can’t know I might be carrying your baby.”

“That would make sense,” Kai muses.

As soon as Bonnie comes to the conclusion, the pain stops. She stands back up. “I think that was it. So I’ll just tell them I’ve been with you. And maybe… after the wedding, I was lonely, and when I saw you had returned, I gave into your constant flirting, and it was nice, and I didn’t want to leave.” She puts a hand on her stomach, expecting pain, but none comes. “Okay. I’ll use that.”

“Okay. Are you going to use it now, or…?”

“Tomorrow. Today, rest. Tomorrow, I’ll make my rounds, reassuring friends I’m okay.”

Kai nods. “Tomorrow it is.”

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