I wrote a Klonnie short fic! Yay me!
Rating: 14+ (show appropriate shenanigans)
Word Count: under 3000 words
Synopsis: Bonnie is feeling down after a hookup. Feeling lonely, she goes back to mystic falls. There she meets a certain Hybrid Original.
Possible triggers: Pre-smut (AKA foreplay I guess), alcohol, somewhat dubious due to said alcohol, mention of random hookup, feelings of anxiety and sadness, Halloween and Christmas mentions (takes place in November when I began writing it lol), canon divergent. Please let me know if there's anything else lol. Thank you for reading!
Author's note: I was writing this in November so apologies. I was inspired to finish this while on a work meeting today hehhh. No beta and all spelling/grammar mistakes are on me. This was also written on mobile so apologies if it's wonky on desktop. I think that is it.
Onward!
Ah, Halloween – the celebration of magic, autumn, and hedonism. A time where everyone can be who they want to be. But then Halloween ends, and November hits you like a hangover... and those masks eventually slide off, revealing your true face.
Bonnie should have been surprised when she was dumped by the bespectacled freshman in her dorm on November 1st. On Halloween, passions ran high. She had met the guy at the Halloween party on campus. She was, funnily enough, a sexy witch. He was a vampire – fake fangs and all. She smiled, close-lipped. He grinned, his fangs sticking out. Fueled by alcohol, they ended the night in her bed. When she woke up, her head pounding, she startled at the guy, who was sifting through their thrown clothes on the floor, a sheepish smile on his face.
“Maybe we should…go our separate ways?” he trailed off. Mistaking her confusion (she was still trying to wake herself up) for incredulity, he spoke faster.
"My girlfriend and I were on a break, but I need to make it up to her –“
That woke her up.
She clutched the sheets tight to her chest and waved him away, too tired to say anything. The guy smiled, relieved. He pulled on his costume, chatting about his girlfriend – the love of his life, apparently. Bonnie rubbed her forehead, letting his chatter wash over her. Finally, he opened the door.
“Well, have a nice life, I guess,” The guy said, pushing his glasses up his nose. He hovered outside the door, scanning the floor. “Hey, I can’t find my teeth –“
Bonnie flicked her wrist and the door slammed shut in the guy’s (what was his name? John? Brody? Bill? Richard? Definitely a dick, whatever his name was…) face. She heard his exclamation through the door, but she couldn’t care less. She settled onto her pillow and tried to sleep but she was unfortunately, very awake. Her head swam and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“It’s okay,” she muttered to herself. She rubbed her chest. She was fine. That guy was a jerk, one of many.
“Shake it off, girl,” she chided herself. She stepped out of the sheets and went to take a shower, hoping the water would wash the stink of last night off her.
To the surprise of no one, her friends were less than helpful. In fact, they all had plans. Bonnie read through the text chain in the group chat: Elena and Damon were going on a romantic getaway and did not want to be disturbed. Caroline was going to visit Tyler (wherever he was) to work out their issues. Bonnie rolled her eyes as she flicked through the messages, but stopped herself, shaking her head. It was not their fault they had love lives. Damon would die for Elena and Caroline was still fighting for Tyler. She threw her phone on the bed and hugged herself. It was not their fault, yet they were always busy when Bonnie needed them the most. She glanced around the small space. She felt the walls closing in…
She stood up and packed a few things. She wasn’t going to stay in her dorm and watch the world go by. She would go home.
Back to Mystic Falls.
Mystic Falls was supposed to home. But as she stood in front of her Grams house…her house…she felt the loss settle on her shoulders, weighing her down. She laughed hollowly to herself. Why did she come back here? She shook her head and walked up the path to the door. She opened the door but did not walk through. She felt the darkness in the home like arms reaching out for her, threatening to smother her. She scanned the house but did not feel any negative energy.
She just felt alone.
She placed her suitcase by the door and locked up. She would rest her head in her own room tonight but first…
She needed a drink.
The Mystic Falls Bar & Grill was pretty empty. There was a man sitting at the bar and a couple occupying a booth. This did not surprise Bonnie. The small town was in that awkward transitional period between cleaning up the Halloween decorations and planning for Christmas. What did surprise her was the Hybrid Original sitting at the bar, nursing a drink.
He looked up and flashed her his signature smile, dimples and all.
“Ah, witch!” he called. “Fancy a drink, did we?”
“Klaus…” she said, approaching him cautiously. Her eyes scanned him quickly. He was wearing a dark grey Henley and dark jeans. Her eyes lingered on the necklaces that adorned his neck, then moved up to the light stubble on his jaw…
She shook her head, glaring.
“What are you doing here?” she snapped, a spark of familiar anger rekindling within her.
Klaus leaned back, not a care in the world. His grey-blue eyes swept over her, an appreciative smile on his face. Bonnie blushed but did not hide away. Instead, she took off her long brown overcoat, revealing a black sleeveless top and blue jean. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
Klaus’s smile broadened.
“I’m just enjoying a drink at our local bar, if you’d care to join me.”
“I would not,” she replied curtly.
“Don’t be like that, love,” he said. He patted the stool beside him. “Stay. I’ll buy you a drink.”
Bonnie hesitated. She looked over her shoulder nervously, as though one of her friends were going to walk through and declare her a traitor. But her friends weren’t here. She was on her own.
She sized up the devil she knew. He was evil, there was no doubt about it. He tried to kill Elena and Tyler; he did kill Elena’s aunt Jenna. His hands were stained with the blood of the innocent. He even killed her while in Alaric’s body.
But Elena tried to as well…when her humanity was off.
And grams died trying to save Stefan and Damon.
And her mother died and got turned into a vampire because of Damon.
She was still friends with all of them, loyal to them… Even though they’ve hurt her in so many ways.
Klaus and Bonnie had a complicated bond, but she did save his life when she could have ended him…and she wasn’t a helpless girl.
She was a Bennett witch, descendant of Qetsiyah herself.
Besides…Her friends had even made an alliance with Klaus.
One drink shouldn’t hurt.
She felt some of the fight leave her. “Fine,” she muttered, taking a spot at the bar, placing her coat on the stool next to him. She left a space between them. Klaus motioned to the bartender.
“I’ll have what he’s having,” she said listlessly. She could tell by her heightened sense of smell that he was having Bourbon. When her drink came, he raised his glass to her.
“To unexpected company,” Klaus said quietly. Bonnie took a sip and enjoyed the feel of the bourbon burning her throat, spreading heat through her body. She knocked it back and slammed the glass onto the surface. Klaus chuckled softly and downed his drink the same.
The evening was off to a great start. The drinks were flowing, and Bonnie felt a slight buzz. It was hard to get drunk since her powers were heightened, as though magic was filtering the alcohol in her system. She found that she was actually enjoying herself. When not focused on murder and other dastardly things, Klaus was a very charming conversationalist. He told her of his travels to Paris and Tokyo, and his love of art. He asked her about college. Bonnie told him about her classes. Despite her seemingly boring life, she liked the way Klaus listened to her. He was focused, as though she was the most interesting person in his universe. She liked the way he made her important.
She liked the way he looked at her.
It was probably this reason, and the loosening of her tongue caused by the alcohol, that she told him about the guy she met at the Halloween party.
“I just need to do some soul searching,” she finished. She took a sip of her bourbon. “Have some me time.”
Klaus traced the rim of the glass with his thumb, lost in thought. Bonnie watched the motion, transfixed.
“Why are you here, Klaus?” Bonnie asked softly. She leaned closer, taking in his furrowed eyebrows. She thought about the texts she got from her friends this morning. Then it dawned on her. “This is about Caroline, isn’t it?”
Klaus smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Not everything is about your small town, sweetheart,” he murmured.
Bonnie frowned. She chose not to pry. She held up her glass. “Forget them,” she exclaimed. “Forget Caroline and…” she squinted.
Klaus made a face. “What did you say his name was? John? Brody? Bill? Richard?”
Bonnie giggled, “That’s what I said.” They clinked their glasses and downed their Bourbon.
Outside, a storm raged. Heavy rain pelted the windows. Bonnie watched the rain and felt herself sobering up.
“I should leave,” she announced. She made no motion to leave though. She looked down at her glass, swirling the ice around. She could feel Klaus’s eyes on her. The weight of those eyes…
She knew he could hear her heartbeat flutter in her chest, the intake of her breath. Could he hear the blood rushing through her? She crossed her legs, stiffening. “I should leave,” she repeated.
“You could,” Klaus answered softly. He angled his body to face her.
Bonnie exhaled slowly. She should leave. This was dangerous. This was Klaus. He brought trouble and death from the moment he stepped back into Mystic Falls. Bonnie couldn’t. She shouldn’t…
“I would like you to stay,” Klaus whispered. His eyes dropped to her lips, his intent unmistakable.
Bonnie flushed under his gaze, the way he smiled appreciatively. She knew this was a bad idea.
And yet…she was ensnared. They were enemies but tonight the edges blurred.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction.
“You’re right,” Klaus admitted. Perhaps the alcohol had disarmed him as well. He spoke honestly without the usual trace of arrogance.
Bonnie chuckled despite herself, “You’re trouble,” she said, shaking her head.
“Since when have you run from trouble?” Klaus countered, amused.
She shot him a glare, “You’re impossible,” she muttered to herself.
Klaus tilted his head, studying her with that unnerving intensity of his. He leaned closer. He didn’t crowd her. He didn’t touch her.
“And you…are beautiful,” he said, his voice dropping to a velvet murmur.
Bonnie trembled. Outside, the storm abated, the rain weakening to a gentle drizzle. Now was her chance to leave…before she made a huge mistake. But she couldn’t. She wanted Klaus to touch her.
She wanted him.
“Don’t,” she whispered, even as her resolve weakened.
His eyes narrowed. “Do you think I’m lying?”
“I think you’re dangerous,” Bonnie replied, forcing her voice to steady.
And cruel, she thought to herself.
Klaus smiled knowingly. “Bonnie Bennett,” he murmured, his voice far too gentle to belong to the villain she spent years fighting, “you’ve always been too brave for your own good. But running from this?” His gaze flicked to her lips, then back to her eyes. “This isn’t bravery.”
“Then what is it?” she breathed, even though she knew the answer.
“Fear,” he said simply. “And you have never let fear rule you.”
Bonnie’s heart thudded painfully. She looked at the door – the safety of distance. Then back to Klaus.
“It would be a mistake,” she murmured, though her voice wavered.
“Perhaps,” Klaus allowed. “But not all mistakes are regrets.” He looked at her. Really looked at her. She could see the lust in his eyes directed at her.
He wanted her.
She wanted to be wanted.
She picked up her coat. “Let’s go,” she said.
Klaus slammed her into the door, cradling her head with his hand to absorb the impact. Their tongues fought for dominance. Klaus pulled his hand from her head and grasped at her wet top. Bonnie pulled away, chuckling breathlessly.
“Let me open the door,” she said hoarsely. She turned slightly, the keycard in hand. Klaus swept the length of her hair away from her neck and began pressing hot kisses on her neck. Klaus’s teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot. Bonnie groaned, leaning her neck back so Klaus had better access. She pushed the keycard aggressively into the slot to open the door, but it would not budge.
“It won’t OPEN,” she growled, pleasure momentarily forgotten as she shoved the card into the slot, the red light blinking back at her. Klaus took the card with deft fingers.
“Allow me, love,” he said demurely. She watched as the card slid neatly into the slot. He held it in place until the light turned green then pulled it out as a ‘click’ sounded, signaling the door unlocking.
Bonnie shoved the door open and threw off her soaked jacket. She had expected Klaus to charge in and take her then and there, but he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, his eyes scanning the room with a small smile on his lips.
Bonnie frowned, her heart stuttering nervously. She could almost laugh. The scene from this morning played out almost exactly like this. She smoothed her top down, suddenly self-conscious.
“What?” she asked, bringing heat into her words.
“You’re going to have to invite me in, love,” he said casually.
Bonnie almost sighed with relief, but she still frowned, eyes narrowing. “I thought vampires didn’t need to be invited in public places.”
“They don’t,” Klaus said. He straightened and seemed at ease, but Bonnie knew him well enough that something was bothering him.
“I’m giving you a chance, love,” he said softly. “Say no, and I will be gone. Say yes…” his voice trailed off for a moment. His eyes lingered on her, and they darkened, looking almost like pools of black ink rimmed with gold. He licked his full lips. “Say yes, and I won’t be able to stop myself.”
A rush of heat shot through her. She knew what her decision would be before she walked through the doorway. She was done being loyal. Tonight, she would give into her own desires and deal with the aftermath in the morning.
“Come in, Klaus,” she breathed.
He was on her, claiming her, before she finished saying his name.
Thank you for reading!!! <3
