MysticPrincess

❀𖤐❀ “It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them because despite everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.” > — Anne Frank❀𖤐❀

[orginalmysticprincess]

Hello, my fellow tumblrs. I'm kind of going through a writer's block phase, so if anyone has any ideas for TVD scenes between characters of your choice, I would be happy to write them!

I love Bonnie and Kol.

I'm kind of low-key obsessed with Bonnie and Klaus right now, so if anyone has any ideas, particularly about this ship, I would love to hear them.

Just message me or send me an ask. I'm always open😘

[orginalmysticprincess]

Which Michaelson would you marry?

Kol Michealson

Klaus Michaelson

Elijah Michaelson

Rebekah Michaelson

Freya Michaelson

Finn Michaelson

Voting ended onMay 12

[orginalmysticprincess]

Who is the hottest Michealson?

Kol Michaelson

Klaus Michealson

Elijah Michelason

Finn Michealson

Voting ended onMay 8

[orginalmysticprincess]

𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔

𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆

Chapter 2

When Camille reached the village, she could immediately feel all the eyes that landed on her. Everyone in the village just waited for her to break, just like her brother did. But she hadn’t, and she promised herself she wouldn't.

There was only one person in the village who wasn't small-minded or the least bit ignorant Vincent Griffith. He was a lonely soul who mostly kept to himself; he didn't really like people, but he appreciated Camille's company.

Before she could go to him, someone blocked her path. Camille sighed. “Hello, Lucien.” Her voice lacked all enthusiasm and emotion.

Lucien smiled when she announced his presence — that smug, self‑satisfied grin he always wore when he thought he’d won something.

“Camille,” he said smoothly, stepping closer as if she should be honored. “I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.”

She forced a polite smile. “Just running errands.”

Lucien’s eyes flicked over her, assessing, judging, and claiming. “You shouldn’t be out here alone. The woods aren’t safe, and your uncle isn’t exactly… reliable.” He said it like a joke, but there was an edge beneath it.

Camille stiffened. “I can take care of myself.”

“Of course you can,” Lucien said, though his tone suggested he didn’t believe it. “But that doesn’t mean you should. A girl like you needs someone strong to look after her.”

She stepped to the side, but he mirrored her movement, blocking her path again.

“Lucien,” she said, her patience thinning, “I really don’t have time—”

“Let me walk you,” he insisted. “People talk, you know. They worry about you. After what happened to your brother—”

Camille’s jaw clenched. “Don’t.”

Lucien blinked, surprised she’d cut him off. “I’m only trying to help.”

“No,” she said quietly. “You’re trying to control.”

For a moment, his smile faltered just a flicker before he smoothed it back into place. “You’re upset,” he said, reaching for her arm. “Let me—”

She stepped back before he could touch her. “I said no.”

The villagers nearby pretended not to watch, but Camille could feel their eyes. They always watched. Always waited for her to break.

Lucien’s expression hardened, but only for a heartbeat. Then he laughed, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Suit yourself, Camille. But don’t come crying to me when the forest swallows you up.”

He walked away, leaving her standing in the center of the square with her heart pounding and her hands shaking.

She hated that he could still get under her skin.

She hated that the village adored him.

She hated that no one ever listened to her.

But most of all, she hated that he had mentioned her brother.

Camille took a deep breath and forced herself to keep walking. She needed to find Vincent, the only person in this village who didn’t treat her like a burden or a curse.

And she needed to get away from Lucien before he decided she owed him more of her time.

Camille finally reached Vincent, who was sitting on the edge of the well, rubbing a coin between his fingers like he was trying to wear the metal down. His eyes were distant, unfocused, as if he were listening to something no one else could hear.

“Vincent?” she said softly.

He blinked and looked up, startled out of whatever thought he’d been trapped in. “Cami. Didn’t see you there.”

She hesitated, then lowered her voice. “Do you…feel it too?”

Vincent frowned. “Feel what?”

“The air,” she whispered. “It feels strange today. Heavy. Like something’s off.”

For a moment just a moment Vincent’s expression shifted. His fingers tightened around the coin. His eyes flicked toward the forest, the same way they had earlier.

But then he shook his head quickly, almost too quickly.

“It’s nothing,” he said. “Just this place. You know how it is.”

Camille studied him. “Vincent…”

He cut her off with a sigh. “Cami, listen. This is a small, stereotypical village. People here get spooked by their own shadows. If you start talking about strange air or weird feelings, they’ll think you’re… well.” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.

Camille looked down. “Like my brother.”

Vincent’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.

He pocketed the coin and forced a shrug. “Just leave it alone, alright? The less attention you draw, the better.”

Camille nodded, but the unease in her chest didn’t fade. If anything, it grew heavier like the air itself was pressing down on her, whispering that something was coming.

Something she couldn’t ignore.

Camille and Vincent walked together toward the small village library, which was really just a cramped room attached to the old town hall, filled with dusty books that no one but they had ever touched.

Vincent pushed the door open with his shoulder, muttering, “If Lucien shows up again, I’m leaving you here.”

Camille rolled her eyes. “You’re very protective for someone who claims not to care.”

“I don’t care,” Vincent said flatly. “I just hate him.”

Camille smiled despite herself. That was Vincent blunt, prickly, and somehow comforting.

But the moment they stepped inside, both of them froze.

A man stood near the back shelf, dressed far too well for their village, in a dark coat, polished boots, and a posture straight as a blade. He looked like he belonged in a royal court, not in a dusty room full of forgotten books.

He turned when he heard them enter.

His eyes landed on Camille first.

Something flickered there — recognition? Curiosity? Whatever it was, it made Vincent step slightly in front of her.

“Can we help you?” Vincent asked, voice sharp, defensive.

The man smiled politely. “I’m simply passing through. I was told this place keeps old records.”

His voice was smooth, calm, controlled.

Camille stepped forward anyway. “We don’t get many visitors.”

“No,” the man agreed softly, studying her with unsettling focus. “I imagine you don’t.”

Vincent shot Camille a look the don’t talk to strangers' looks, but she ignored him.

“Are you researching something?” she asked.

The man tilted his head, eyes never leaving her. “You could say that.”

Vincent scoffed. “Well, whatever you’re looking for, it’s probably not here. This village barely has a functioning bakery.”

The man’s lips twitched, almost amused. “I’m not looking for bread.”

Camille felt a strange flutter in her chest — not fear, but something else.

Like the air shifted again.

The man noticed.

His gaze sharpened, just for a second

“You’re Camille O’Connell,” he said quietly.

Vincent stiffened. “How do you know her name?”

The man didn’t answer. Instead, he looked at Camille with a softness that didn’t match his cold exterior.

“I’ve heard… stories,” he said. “About a girl who dreams of things she shouldn’t.”

Camille’s breath caught.

Vincent grabbed her arm. “We’re leaving.”

The man didn’t stop them. He simply watched as they turned toward the door, his expression unreadable.

But just before Camille stepped outside, he spoke again barely above a whisper. “Be careful in the forest.”

Camille froze.

Vincent pulled her out the door, muttering curses under his breath.

But Camille couldn’t shake the feeling that the stranger wasn’t warning her out of fear.

He was warning her out of knowledge.

Vincent walked Camille home, hands shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders tense like he was carrying a weight he didn’t want to name. He didn’t say much at first; he rarely did, but Camille could feel the worry radiating off him.

When they reached the edge of the forest path leading to her cottage, he finally spoke.

“Cami… just stay away from anything strange today,” he muttered. “The air, the forest, that man in the library — all of it. Leave it alone.”

Camille nodded, though the unease in her chest only grew. “I will. I promise.”

Vincent didn’t look convinced, but he gave her a short nod anyway. “Good. I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

Then he turned and walked back toward the village, shoulders still tight, as if he expected something to leap out of the trees behind him.

Camille closed the door behind her and stepped into the silent cottage. The air felt wrong — too still, too empty. She called out for her uncle once, twice, but her voice only echoed back at her.

Then she saw the note on the table.

Her heart dropped before she even opened it.

Camille,

I’ve left town for pressing matters. Do not expect me for a few days. Stay inside. Do not go near the forest.

—Uncle

She stared at the words until they blurred.

Pressing matters.

A few days.

Stay inside.

He didn’t even bother to explain.

He didn’t even bother to say goodbye.

Camille crumpled the note in her fist, anger burning hot in her chest. “Of course,” she whispered bitterly. “Of course you left. Again.”

He always left.

Always ran.

Always avoided her, avoided the truth, avoided the pain she carried alone.

She slammed the note onto the table and kicked the chair, the sound cracking through the empty cottage. “You don’t get to leave me too,” she choked out. “Not again.”

But he already had.

And he wasn’t coming back, not tonight, not tomorrow, maybe not ever.

Camille sank onto the floor, pulling her knees to her chest. The cottage felt colder without him, darker, like the shadows were swallowing the room whole.

She pressed her forehead against her arms and let the tears fall — hot, angry, helpless tears she’d been holding back for years.

She cried until her throat hurt.

She cried until her eyes burned.

She cried until exhaustion finally dragged her under.

And when she finally fell asleep on the cold wooden floor, the forest outside whispered her name.

[nondelphic]

the concept of "canon" is fake anyway. if you write a fanfic with better emotional arcs than the original you win. i said what i said

[orginalmysticprincess]

Chapter 2

First impressions are everything

“I'm not ready for this” Kai was pacing back and forth in the garden”

Enzo placed his book down on the table and sighed at the sight of the king pacing back and forth like a nervous penguin “Not with an attitude like that you're not”

Kai stopped pacing back and forth and banged his hands on the table “Well easy for you to say! You're not the one that everyone thinks is a heartless monster at the first chance they get”

Enzo threw his hands in the air “Well forgive me your majesty! I was only trying to help” Kai rolled his eyes “I'm sorry I guess”

“See that's what I'm talking about that attitude right there is going to get you nowhere with her”

Enzo picked up his book and muttered under his breath “It’s certainly not getting you anywhere with me”

Kai went back to pacing Enzo Scoffed when he flipped a page “Would you at least sit down? It's really distracting.”

Kai placed himself in the empty seat; the silence alone was enough to kill him. Suddenly Kai heard footsteps walking down the path that led to the garden.

He immediately got up and bowed “Your majesty, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. "

He lifted himself only to find a servant pouring tea for him in two porcelain cups.

Enzo laughed sheepishly, “ I thought tea might calm you down….”

Kai dragged his hands down his face “Seriously!?”

Enzo placed the pot done gentle “Maybe not”

The royal guards made their way to the garden they bowed in his presence “Sir Queen Rebekah is making her way to you”

Kai started fumbling with his fingers he let out a shaky breath “This is it”

Enzo patted him on the back “It'll be alright mate just don't lose your temper” He grabbed a finger sandwich and stuffed it in his mouth “Easy Peasy”

Kai sighed and made his way to the dining room “Right easy peasy”

[orginalmysticprincess]

Chapter 1

A marriage of convenience

Rebekah sat in the empty throne room before the people of the kingdom. It was a marvelous sight, but to her, it was just another seat taken by someone who filled their head with promises and visions for the future that would never come true.

“You shouldn't be in here, your majesty. You should be getting ready for the ball”

It was Rebekah's handmaiden, Freya, who was bowed low to the ground; the posture was perfect, and Rebekah suspected that years of practice went with it.

“You may rise, Freya. I take no pleasure in your silly bows”

Freya rose; she was slightly uncomfortable with the notion, but Rebekah could see the relief in her eyes.

“Your king expects you to be there on time, and if you're not well, it's my head.”

Rebekah clapped her hands together slowly her voice dropped to a sarcastic tone “Ah yes, my husband, the king”

She rubbed the Throne with disgust and disdain “another man who will put himself over the duties of the kingdom and me.”

Freya watched her movements and thought about it for a second “Pardon me your majesty if I speak out of term”

Rebekah waved her hands in the air “You may speak as you wish”

“I was just wondering why on earth you got married? Wasn't this the reason to make your kingdom stronger”

Rebekah smiled as she liked her handmaiden. She wasn't as ignorant nor a pushover like the rest of them.

“Yes, that was my brother's reason to make the great Michelson name even greater”

Freya noticed Rebekah paused as the rest was history or a silly dream that would never come true. “But you?”

“I married for love, a partnership someone to have so I wouldn't be alone anymore” Rebekah smiled as she let her true aspirations escape her lips.

The smile slowly turned into small tears she quickly wiped away “but I realize that's out of the question for me for you see I am nothing but a token my brothers can throw around to get what they want”

Freya laughed a little, and she couldn't help it. Rebekah turned to face her with a hint of irritation.

“What's so funny?”

“It's nothing you said, your majesty, but you haven't even met the king who knows what he is truly like”

Rebekah stopped mid-sentence; perhaps her maidservant was right; it was only the first day of this arrangement that she could do better than she realized.

“I like you. What's your name?”

Freya held her head up proudly “My name is Freya”

“Hmm, Freya” The name slipped off Rebekah's tongue. The sound of it was familiar “and What are your origins?”

Freya looked down with embarrassment. “I don't know my true origins, your majesty. I barely remember my family”

Rebekah felt sorry for Freya; she was nothing but a handmaiden with nothing to call her own but a name. “Well then, I suppose we should find out, shouldn't we”

Freya lifted her head and her heart, skipping a beat “Really your majesty, you mean it?”

Rebekah took Freya's hand and led her out of the throne room “Well of course! Until then, I want you to be by my side. Is that all right?”

Freya shook her head happily “I would love nothing more”

“Well then, let's go meet the king. I'm sure he is already ready.”

[orginalmysticprincess]

Hmmm?🤔

The fact that Kai Parker didn't get a love interest is crazy, I know. I mean, he and Bonnie were stuck in the prison world together, but that didn't count.

Almost every TVD male character had someone to date or someone to turn to, someone to see the good in. I don't understand why Kai Parker didn't have a love interest that actually grew and turned into something.

It would have been something I would have liked to see.

Anyway, that's it 😊

[orginalmysticprincess]

Hello, my fellow Tumblr. This was a request and an idea from @maryeatsboys . I had a fun time writing it. I've never thought about writing x reader fic; it was a pretty nice experiment.

Chapter 1 — The Quiet Before the Storm

Pairing: Enzo St. John x Witch!Female Reader

The forest was quiet in a way Enzo had learned to appreciate. No sirens. No supernatural threats. No ghosts from his past clawing at his heels. Just the clean snap of wood splitting beneath his axe and the steady rise of his breath in the cool morning air.

He paused, wiping his forearm across his brow as he surveyed the growing pile of chopped logs.

“That seems like a fair amount of wood. What do you think?”

A soft rustle answered him.

From between the shadows, a wolf stepped into the clearing massive, silver‑coated, and watchful. He didn’t approach until Enzo gave a short whistle. Only then did the wolf trot forward and settle at his feet like a silent guardian.

“I thought so too,” Enzo murmured.

The wolf wasn’t a pet. Never had been. Enzo respected him too much for that. They were… companions, in their own strange way. Two creatures who had survived more than they should have. Two beings who understood the value of quiet.

The wolf circled him, brushing against his legs, tail flicking with rare excitement. Enzo laughed, an unguarded sound that barely existed in his life before the woods.

“Alright, alright. Calm down, you’re gonna make me drop the wood.”

He reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of cooked meat. “Is this what you want?”

Instant stillness.

The wolf froze, posture perfect, waiting. Enzo made him hold the pose for a few minutes of discipline mattered, even for a creature who answered to no one. Finally, he tossed the meat toward a nearby tree. The wolf snatched it and disappeared behind the trunk to devour it in peace.

Enzo bent to gather the chopped logs when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Caroline. FaceTime.

He groaned. “Bloody hell.”Still, he answered.

“Caroline, how many times have I asked you to text me? You know I don’t like calling.”

“I know,” she said, smiling too brightly. “But calling helps build connection.”

Enzo raised a brow. “Try again.”

She sighed dramatically. “Fine! Maybe I just want to make sure you’re okay without giving you the chance to lie to me.”

Her worry was written all over her face. It softened something in him he didn’t like to acknowledge.

“I’m fine, Caroline. Really. You don’t have to worry. I wouldn’t want that giant head of yours to explode.”

“Ha ha. Hilarious.” She leaned closer to the camera. “Stop trying to change the subject. This is serious!”

Enzo opened his mouth to deflect again but the wolf suddenly stiffened.

Head up. Ears forward. Sniffing.

Something was wrong.

Caroline’s voice faded into background noise as Enzo slowly approached the tree. His hand slipped to the knife tucked in his boot, grip steady, steps silent.

The wolf wasn’t growling, but he wasn’t relaxed either.

Enzo rounded the tree.

And froze.

It wasn’t something.

It was someone.

A young woman no older than twenty collapsed in the dirt, unconscious, her clothes torn, her skin streaked with dried blood and fresh wounds. She looked like she had crawled through hell and barely made it out.

Your eyelids fluttered barely a twitch, barely a breath of movement, but Enzo saw it.

For a single second, your gaze met his. Unfocused. Glazed with pain. But alive.

Your lips parted, and the faintest whisper escaped, fragile as smoke.

“Help… me…”

Then your eyes rolled shut again, your body going limp in the dirt. “Bloody hell,” Enzo muttered under his breath.

Caroline’s voice suddenly blasted through the phone he’d forgotten he was still holding.

“Enzo? Enzo! Are you even listening to me?”

The sound snapped him back into reality. He tore his gaze away from your unconscious form long enough to answer.

“Caroline, I have to call you back.”

“What? Why? Enzo—”

He hung up before she could finish. He shoved the phone into his pocket, grabbed the chopped wood under one arm, and turned to head back toward the cabin.

One step.

Two.

Then he saw you again the blood, the torn clothes, the way your chest rose in shallow, uneven breaths.

He froze.

“Bloody… brilliant,” he hissed, cursing the universe, the forest, and himself for caring.

The wolf stood a few feet away, watching silently. He didn’t growl. Didn’t move. Didn’t follow. Just stared as if this was your path, not his.

Enzo exhaled sharply, dropped the wood with a thud, and crouched beside you.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he muttered, slipping an arm beneath your shoulders and another under your knees. “Let’s get you out of the bloody dirt.”

He lifted you carefully, your head falling against his chest, your breath warm but weak against his collarbone.

The wolf stayed behind, fading back into the trees as Enzo carried you toward the cabin alone.

[whoreallyevenknowsanyway]

Look at Theeemmmmmmmmm!!!!

(I know theres a Marcel one and I can't find it DD:)

[orginalmysticprincess]

So I saw you were taking requests and I wanted to request like a one shot where Kai and Bonnie are in the prison world and he likes bonnie but he doesn't know how to say it and I mean Bonnie's involved with somebody else outside of the prison world and but he still wants to kiss her like he's still likes her but only in the prison world idk

Also this whole time if they've been friends and Kai's always been like and he doesn't know what else to do he can't just kiss her cuz she has someone.

Think About It

Pairings: Kai Parker and Bonnie Bennett

Summary: Kai and Bonnie have been stuck in the prison world together for… they don’t even know how long. They used to be enemies; they used to hate each other. But being each other’s only company, they slowly became friends, and Kai eventually fell for Bonnie. He knows she has a family back home, friends back home, and Jeremy… but he can’t help loving her. He tried to keep it a secret for so long, but what happens when the secret finally comes out?

That morning, Kai found himself walking. He didn’t need to ask where he was going; he always ended up drifting toward her. He had a half‑full bag of pork rind chips in his hand and a chocolate bar tucked in his pocket.

Kai looked up at the sky. It was always perfect, always the same. It was as fake as the world around him, and the thought of it suffocated him. He liked to think about other things — like the world outside this place. Bonnie told him everything about it; she made it seem magical, like another world waiting to be explored. And for Kai, it basically was.

His mind drifted again toward Bonnie. There were so many times he wanted to kiss her, so many times he wanted to confess his feelings and make her his. But there was always him. Jeremy Gilbert. The love of her life.

Kai scoffed and lightly kicked at the gravel beneath his feet.

“I don’t see why he’s so special. He probably already moved on by now.”

“You don’t see why who’s so special?”

Kai jumped. It was Bonnie. She stood there holding a hammer in one hand and a lemonade in the other.

He gave her a nervous smile. “Um… no one.” He popped a chip into his mouth, hoping chewing would hide his embarrassment. “What’s with the hammer?”

Bonnie looked at it, then back at him. “You don’t want to know.”

Kai grinned playfully. “I think I can guess… You were trying to break down the walls of the prison world.” He gestured dramatically with his hands to tease her.

“If you must know,” Bonnie said, lifting her chin, “I was trying to fix the toilet. It’s not flushing anymore.”

Kai stopped mid‑chew and stared at the hammer. “And you thought the hammer was going to do the trick?”

Bonnie hit him lightly on the shoulder. He clutched his chest as if mortally wounded, and Bonnie couldn’t help but giggle. She liked seeing Kai be something other than numb even if it wasn’t exactly happy.

For a while, they stood in silence. But Kai knew what came next. Bonnie would try to find another way out, another way to see her precious lover, another way to let herself go. And he would go back to his house, back to fading — a constant reminder that she had another life he wasn’t part of. A life he felt he wouldn’t be part of even if they got out… if they ever did.

“Kai, what’s wrong?” Bonnie’s voice snapped him back to reality. “You look like you just thought of the worst thing in the world besides being stuck here forever.”

Kai forced a smile, shaking off the heaviness in his chest. “It’s nothing,” he said quickly. “Just… Prison World brain rot.”

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, but she didn’t push. She never pushed unless she had to.

Kai clapped his hands together suddenly, too loud, too forced. “Okay! Do you want to do something fun?”

Bonnie blinked. “Fun? Here?”

“Yeah,” he said, trying to sound casual. “You know… fun. Activities. Distractions from eternal doom.”

She stared at him for a moment, thinking. Kai could practically see the gears turning she was weighing her options, deciding whether she should go back to trying to escape or let herself breathe for once.

Finally, she sighed. “Fine. What did you have in mind?”

Kai’s heart did a weird flip. “Great. Come on.” He reached for her hand without thinking, and Bonnie let him take it.

The moment their fingers touched, heat shot up his arm. Bonnie felt it too; he saw the tiny inhale she tried to hide. The tension between them tightened, warm, and electric.

Kai cleared his throat, trying to play it off. “Uh—this way.”

They walked down the street, hand in hand, until they reached the edge of town. Bonnie’s eyes widened as the massive gates came into view.

“Kai…” she breathed. “Is that?”

“An amusement park,” he said proudly. “Ta‑da.”

Bonnie stared at the towering Ferris wheel, the carousel frozen mid‑spin, the roller coaster tracks looping against the perfect fake sky. “I didn’t know this was here.”

Kai shrugged, trying to look nonchalant even though his heart was pounding. “Well… it is. And I figured we both needed a break.”

Bonnie smiled a real one, soft and surprised. “Kai… this is actually kind of nice.”

He swallowed hard. “Yeah. Nice.”

But inside, the truth twisted painfully. He didn’t bring her here just for fun. He didn’t bring her here just to distract her. He brought her here because he wanted her to forget even for a moment the world outside.

Forget Jeremy.

Forget the escape plans.

Forget everything that didn’t include him.

Even if it meant staying in the Prison World forever

they spent hours wandering through it. They rode the roller coaster first — Bonnie screaming and laughing while Kai pretended he wasn’t terrified of the drop. They raced bumper cars, shared cotton candy that would never melt, and even tried to get the carousel to move again. For a moment, it felt like they weren’t trapped. For a moment, it felt like they were just two people having fun.

But eventually, reality slipped back in.

A photo slid out of Bonnie’s pocket when she reached for her phone. It fluttered to the ground, landing face‑up.

Jeremy.

Bonnie picked it up and smiled softly, brushing her thumb over his face.

Kai felt something sharp twist in his chest.

He tried to ignore it. He tried to breathe through it. But the jealousy hit him like a punch, and before he could stop himself, the words snapped out of him.

“Can’t you just forget about him for one second?”

Bonnie’s head jerked up. “Kai”

“No,” he said, stepping forward, anger and hurt mixing in his voice. “He’s not coming to get you. He’s not here. You only have me, Bonnie. And I only have you.”

Before she could react, he snatched the photo from her hand and ripped it straight down the middle.

The sound was small, but the silence afterward was huge.

Bonnie froze. Her eyes filled instantly, tears spilling over before she could blink them away. She didn’t yell. She didn’t curse. She just stared at the torn picture in his hand like he had ripped something out of her chest.

Kai’s anger evaporated. Guilt crashed over him so hard he almost stumbled.

“Bonnie—Bonnie, I’m sorry, I didn’t”

But she was already running. He called her name, but she didn’t look back

It took him an hour to find her.

She was curled up in a rocking chair on the porch of their safe house, knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around herself. Her eyes were red and puffy, her face streaked with dried tears. She didn’t look at him when he stepped onto the porch.

Kai swallowed hard. “Bonnie… I’m sorry.”

She didn’t move.

He tried again, softer. “I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have touched the picture. I just—”

Nothing. Not a word.

He sighed, defeated, and turned to leave. “Okay. I’ll go.”

He took one step before stopping. The truth clawed its way out of him.

“I like you, Bonnie,” he said quietly. “I really do. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

He turned again, ready to walk away, but her hand shot out and grabbed the back of his shirt.

Kai froze.

Bonnie’s voice was shaky. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

He let out a humorless scoff. “Because I know you. You’re a good person. You don’t move on from people you love.”

He looked over his shoulder at her, eyes tired and sad.

“But don’t you ever think… maybe they moved on from you?”

Bonnie shook her head, voice cracking. “They haven’t moved on. Jeremy hasn’t moved on.”

“You don’t know that,” Kai snapped.

“Yes, I do!”

“No, you don’t!” he yelled back, stepping closer. “You keep acting like the world stopped when you got stuck here, but it didn’t! People move on, Bonnie. They live. They forget.”

“They haven’t forgotten me!” she shouted, tears gathering again.

Kai laughed a sharp, pained sound. “You keep saying that like repeating it makes it true.”

“Because it is true!”

“You don’t know that!” he yelled again, louder this time. “You don’t know anything except that you’re stuck here with me!”

Bonnie flinched, but she didn’t back down. “Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to hurt me?”

“I’m not trying to hurt you!” Kai’s voice cracked. “I’m trying to get you to see what’s right in front of you!”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded.

Kai stepped forward.

Bonnie stepped back.

He stepped forward again.

She backed up until her shoulders hit the porch wall the same spot as before, but this time, the air between them was hot and shaking with anger and something else neither of them wanted to name.

Kai’s breath was uneven. “It means I’m here. I’m the one who’s been here. I’m the one who’s helped you survive. I’m the one who”

He stopped himself, chest rising and falling.

Bonnie stared at him, eyes shining. “Say it.”

Kai swallowed hard. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“You already did,” she whispered.

That hit him like a punch.

He leaned in, not touching her, but close enough that she could feel the heat of him, close enough that she stopped breathing.

“Just think about it,” he said softly, voice trembling with everything he’d been holding back. “Think about yourself for once.”

Bonnie’s lips parted, but no sound came out.

Kai hesitated for half a second, then he leaned in and pressed a warm, gentle kiss to her cheek.

Bonnie froze.

Kai pulled back slowly, eyes locked on hers, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Just… think about it.”

He stepped away from her, turning toward the steps.

Bonnie stood there, stunned, heart pounding, the ghost of his kiss burning on her skin.

The torn picture slipped from her fingers and fluttered to the porch floor.

And for the first time…

She let herself wonder.

[annymoonz]

I wanted Klonnie to happen so bad

[orginalmysticprincess]

They should have had some chemistry. I mean, Bonnie Bennett is not someone you can't have chemistry with.

[orginalmysticprincess]

I saw your post about Bonnie and Enzo I only agree with the Bonnie part the Enzo part is not really true🙄

I just feel like it was over-exaggerated I mean Enzo's a great character but not everyone can be the main one

Um... No, I'm not wrong about Enzo his character was overlooked and constantly overshadowed by Damon's character because Julia Plec was obsessed with him.

First of all, there is literal proof for my claim that if you go back and watch the show Enzos, life was filled with trauma and misery he had an awful childhood his life as a human was cut short because he died then he was an experiment for years only to betrayed by his best friend.

You could argue that every TVD character had trauma, but they also had character development, which was something Enzo didn't get his character stayed the same, and like other characters he didn't get a true love story he got what was wa left over for him because Julia Plec was racist and male-centered. Enzo could have easily taken Damon's spotlight, but she wouldn't let him.

Then he died, which wasn't even necessary he should have lived, and you can't say everyone's not meant to be a main character that's ignorant he could have been the main character of his own story but he was even a side character to that!

I have my reasons and proof for my claim, do you?

[orginalmysticprincess]

☆ put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity ! 🌷

[orginalmysticprincess]

☆ put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity ! 🌷

[orginalmysticprincess]

Why are Klaus, Kol and Camille tagged in your post about Bonnie & Enzo???

My bad, I suppose I was really just trying to post it and get it done, so I was basically clicking tags 😅 but thanks for the tip.

[orginalmysticprincess]

Klaus and Bonnie first date 💜

Parings: Klaus Michaelson and Bonnie Bennet

Summary: Bonnie goes on a secret date with Klaus. They've been seeing each other for a while, and he comes back to Mystic Falls to visit her. They share kisses and hold hands, but they've never had a real date before. Klaus finally convinces Bonnie to let him spoil her, but she has to make sure her friends never find out.

The First Date

Bonnie was in her bedroom with Elena and Caroline. They were helping her pick out an outfit for her mystery date. Caroline was working on her makeup, and Elena was helping her pick out an outfit.

Elena handed Bonnie a white top to match her black leather skirt and jacket. It was the Eighth outfit out of fifteen but Bonnie really looked good in it and Elena was still trying to convince her to wear it. Bonnie shoved the top back at Elena “Seriously, Lena, for the hundredth time I am not wearing this”

Elena picked it up and shook it “Come on Bonnie, you know you like it besides you look like a total snack”

Bonnie smiled, took it from Elena's hand, and held it over her body. She looked at herself in the mirror and really liked the outfit; it made her feel hot and fierce. But this wasn't just any date, and he wasn't just any guy. Bonnie really liked him more than she would let on, and she didn't want to mess it up. “You sure this isn't too much for a first date?”

“Of course not!” Caroline yells from the bathroom “The outfit is sexy he’d have to be a complete idiot to pass this opportunity"

Elena smiles triumphantly and looks at Bonnie “See even Caroline agrees you can't say no now” She pokes Bonnie in the side “You know you want to look sexy for your hot date.

Bonnie hits her with the pillow and rolls her eyes “Fine whatever, I’ll wear it” Caroline emerges from the bathroom a second later her hands were full of makeup Elena and Bonnie gave each other a knowing look.

Elena grabbed some of the makeup out of Caroline's arms “Care! Are you sure she needs that much makeup” Caroline waved her hands in the air dismissively and started setting everything up. “Please Elena, I'm an expert, I think I know what I'm doing”

Bonnie giggled and Elena shook her head

“You're the expert all right… and how many dates have you bagged recently?"

Caroline hit Elena with a pillow. "Ignore her,” she ushered Bonnie into the bathroom “Now, hurry up and go change so I can do your makeup”

After hours of giggling and a heavy makeup routine, the final look was finished, and Bonnie never looked hotter she had to admit they were right about the outfit “So…" What do you guys think”

“I love it!” Caroline shrieked “Give us twirl”

Bonnie spun in a circle and she felt confident she couldn't wait for Klaus to see her outfit. Elena smiled “I got to hand to you Care she looks amazing your date is going to drop dead when he sees you”

“Who is your date anyway? You've been kind of secretive about it”

Bonnie looked at Elena and Caroline she tried to find an excuse but nothing came she looked at her watch “I should get going I don't want to be late”

She grabbed her purse and her shoes “Don't worry Ill tell you guys everything when I get back. Before Bonnie left she noticed Elena and Caroline exchanged worried glances.

Bonnie went exactly where Klaus told her to meet him she waited for at least thirty minutes for him to show up the midnight air was starting to get cold “I should have brought a jacket”

After a few seconds she heard whistling she turned and smiled “You know it's rude to keep a girl waiting” Klaus walked out of the shadows and grabbed her hand sliding it perfectly into hers.

“Sorry love I was just admiring the new look” He kissed her on the lips the kisses trailed all the way down to her neck “It’s very sexy”

Bonnie found herself blushing “Well I had to look good for our first date she starting straightening his tie “By the way I love you in a suit”

He twirled her around “Only for you love only for you”

“Are you ready?”

Bonnie nodded “Where are you taking me?”

Klaus covered her eyes with a blindfold and placed his lips on her ear “You’ll see in a minute just be patient”

Klaus led her through the forest until they finally arrived at a bridge leading to a candlelit dinner on the pier surrounded by a beautiful lake. Klaus took off the blind fold “You can open your eyes now”

Bonnie opened her eyes and they immediately lit up and she covered her mouth “This is amazing! No one has ever done anything like this for me before”

Klaus hugged her from behind, placing a kiss on her cheek. "You're always looking out for everyone else. I thought it was time someone did the same for you”

Bonnie leaned back into him, letting the warmth of his chest settle her nerves. The lake shimmered under the moonlight, candles flickering in soft golden halos across the pier. It looked like something out of a dream — her dream, the one she never admitted she had.

Klaus stepped around her and pulled out a chair.

“For you,” he said, bowing his head slightly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

Bonnie sat, still taking everything in. “Klaus… this must’ve taken hours.”

“Days,” he corrected gently as he poured her a glass of wine. “I wanted it to be perfect.”

She laughed under her breath, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he said, settling into the chair across from her, “you’re here.”

Bonnie felt her cheeks warm again. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late, love.”

Dinner was warm and quiet — not awkward, not forced. Klaus asked about her classes, her magic, and her plans after graduation. He listened, really listened, as every word she said mattered. Bonnie found herself relaxing, forgetting the world outside this little bubble he created.

For a moment, she forgot she had to hide him.

Forgot Elena’s worried glance.

Forgot Caroline’s suspicion.

Forgot the danger of letting herself fall for someone like him.

But then Klaus reached across the table and brushed his thumb over her knuckles, and her breath caught.

“You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured.

“I’m not,” she lied.

He raised a brow. “You are. I can practically hear the gears turning.”

Bonnie looked down at their hands. “It’s just… complicated.”

Klaus didn’t flinch. “I know. But I’m not asking you to choose, Bonnie. I’m only asking for tonight.” She met his eyes soft, steady, uncharacteristically vulnerable.

“And what happens after tonight?” she whispered.

Klaus stood, walked around the table, and offered his hand. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

Bonnie hesitated only a second before taking it.

He led her to the edge of the pier, where the lake reflected the moon like a sheet of silver. Klaus stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder.

“This place,” he said quietly, “was my mother’s favorite. She used to bring us here when we were children. Before everything went wrong.”

Bonnie’s breath softened. He rarely talked about his past, not like this.

“I wanted you to see it,” he continued. “Because you… You make things feel less broken.” Bonnie turned in his arms, surprised by the honesty in his voice. “Klaus…”

He cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her skin with a tenderness she wasn’t prepared for. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Just let me have this moment with you.”

Bonnie swallowed, heart pounding. “Okay.”

Klaus leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away, to rethink, to run.

She didn’t.

Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss that deepened with every second. Bonnie’s fingers curled into his jacket, pulling him closer, and Klaus smiled against her mouth like he’d been waiting centuries for this.

When they finally pulled apart, Bonnie was breathless.

“That was…” she whispered.

“Only the beginning,” Klaus said, brushing a curl behind her ear. Bonnie laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re going to get me in so much trouble.”

Klaus smirked. “Worth it.”

They stayed on the pier long after the candles burned low, talking about everything and nothing at all. Childhood stories, inside jokes, little confessions that didn’t really matter but somehow felt important anyway. Bonnie found herself laughing more than she expected, and Klaus looked at her like every sound she made was something he wanted to memorize.

Eventually, the night grew colder, and the candles flickered out one by one.

Klaus walked her back to the edge of the forest, their hands brushing, fingers tangling and untangling like neither of them wanted to let go first.

“This was…” Bonnie started, searching for the right word.

Klaus smiled softly. “A beginning.”

She felt her heart skip. “Yeah. I guess it was.”

They stood there for a moment, suspended in the quiet, until Bonnie finally stepped back. “I should go,” she whispered.

Klaus nodded, though his eyes lingered on her like he wasn’t ready for the night to end either. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Klaus.”

She turned and walked away, her pulse still racing, her lips still tingling from his kiss. When she glanced back, he was already gone just the faint echo of his presence left behind.

Bonnie pulled her jacket tighter around herself and smiled. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t simple. But it was theirs. But for now, that was enough.