#bonatherine

[somepeoplearejustborntobequeen]

where the fuck are all the bonnie/katherine fics

[the-bon-fire]

Deliberate was the heavy tread on gravel — much wisdom lay in not triggering the alarm of a witch,               this witch especially. 

What perfect contradiction lay in the night barely experienced, gradually coaxed humanity rewarded with but pain and heartache.

      Practised apathy had fallen away under the cajoling light of Bonnie Bennett, tentative and poor imitation of the good that one half had always admired while the other remained in its stand on the attitude’s futility. 

But there were reasons why the barriers had been put up in the first place, why feelings were not meant to be more than subtle undercurrents guiding a mere fraction of decisions.                         They were manageable then, discrimination allowed                         The good useful kept, remainders swept under the rug. 

Now much ran unchecked, demanding the vampire’s attention with an intensity reminiscent of the exact moment of their inception.                And with all the surreal elation brought upon in the past few days, it was only a matter of time before its counterpart showed its hand. 

Only slivers of memory served in recalling a time sentiments had been so devastating.

                    Conviction of this new weakness doubled as each step drew her closer to the residence. The corruption of veins that had housed a vampire’s instinctive uncaring, the shifting of perceptions and reawakening unresolved issues —                                                                                    no person was worth all this. 

Which was why the female sought to remove the poison from its very origins. She’d been wrong to fall under the delusion that loving was something even remotely possible for her. Innocent beliefs tainted by past experiences, Katherine ought to have seen this coming.

                                        She’d done this before. Though prior knowledge did little to prevent unseen wounds inflicted by the plan; quite the opposite, in fact.

Whispers — from a heart tearing with guilt and loss and loneliness { it ought to have ceased to function from all this extra work, really } — only reminded her of the aftermath of such actions.                       A reprieve from the most intense of emotions,                       eventual loss of a possibility. 

                                                                    She knew not how to weigh them.

A wooden door loomed ahead, guarded by an invitation withheld.                      Trust obviously remained quite a separate entity from affection.

Uncertain breaths drew the vampire’s attention from musings of words meant to be dealt like blows. Fingers made to be enclosed in her own could just about be heard grazing the doorknob.

                            ❝Bonnie,❞

She was Katherine Pierce — always wanted; fought over, even.             Found desirable with no need of manipulations, without even asking such things.

For a person so convinced of their worth,                                             it still felt wholly unbelievable.

              Whatever this was,                whatever they had,                                      she wanted it.

        And perhaps being ensconced in arms would serve to take the edge off the hurt.

❝Please just let me in.❞ 

[the-bon-fire]

                              Dear diary,

                              I had a bad dream.                               And Bonnie’s making me write all about it. She says                               that going back through memory lane to recall every                               single horrific detail and putting them in here will                               be cathartic. 

The indent bearing an unusually large dot was evidence of the pause to glare at no one in particular, nib embedded in parchment and gradually relinquishing ink. 

Sighs, thankfully, left no mark on the page. 

                            It’s been five hundred years,

More pauses, barriers weren’t made so that they could be torn down and inner thoughts so meticulously guarded bared.  Even if it was a certain witch that asked it of her.

Things just didn’t work that way.

                             they’re supposed to be gone.

And she had no reason to act as scribe for the humourless breath released. 

                             Stefan got over his ptsd in no time.                              I must be doing something wrong.                              Or

                             I’m getting tired of cursive, and this is clearly not                               working. So much for Bonnie’s genius idea.

                             She means well.

The book was to be arranged to express how it had been casually discarded by a bored vampire, promptly forgotten, and unremembered ever since.

{ If any merciful gods existed, there would not be in existence a spell that would reveal severely crossed out statements. }

[the-bon-fire]

Friendly reminder that this happened:

Bonnie: You mean, Damon's house? While we're at it, why don't we just have sex in his bathtub? Maybe Katherine could watch.

her mind was not deep in the gutter no

[the-bon-fire]

x

Send me an ‘x’ for our muses bumping into each other under a mistletoe

Pressing the likes of a stone bowl upon the table, filled to the brim with snacks that Elena had asked her to place on the table, Bonnie found that as she stepped back she bumped into a person. 

Raising her eyebrows at the vampire, Bonnie offered a small and comforting smile her way, holding back her sigh, “I get it— everyone’s weird about this— about us being here, okay.”

Bonnie’s face shook heavily, catching the gaze of Damon from across the room who was peeking his aquatic orbs over Caroline’s head to stare at the two of them 

Bringing Katherine to Elena’s Christmas party wasn’t exactly the greatest idea, but the young witch just… didn’t care. 

"I have— no regrets,” she said finally, following the other woman’s gaze to the light above them draped in mistletoe. Even though Katherine’s features were adorned with frustration, she could just make out the challenge brimming in her perfect orbs. 

Her own smile curved ruefully, “This is how it’s going to be Katherine,” she murmured with her eyebrows raised, one hand moving to her wait, the other angled under her jaw, “— No regrets.”

Without scanning her orbs over the tense crowd Bonnie simply took a step further and kissed the vampire as though it had been the lazy Saturday night previously when both of them had been glowing after she had lit a fire in the living room just for Katherine.  Tearing her lips from the other hadn’t been easy, but it needed to be done just so Bonnie could peek into the doppelganger’s chocolate brown orbs and nod more determined than she had in a while to say the right three words,

                                              “I love you. 

[the-bon-fire]

Escaping her lips was a sullen huff, the creasing of her brow derived from worry rather than displeasure. Despite a mouth fashioned into a scowl {she had to keep up appearances} and utterances of the many grievances caused by the girl's practice of magic, it was a sense of relief that arose from the detection of a steady pulse on her neck. Now rested upon a hip was her hand, Katherine's head tilted to one side, not quite able to bring herself to shift the female. ❝That's /my/ side of the bed.❞

You find my character sprawled out in whatever they sleep in, passed out in your bed.

             Her ears were pricked with the intrusive sound of Katherine’s glorious entrance into their room. On any other occasion the young witch would have perked her body into a beaming sitting position with the hope of not wasting a minute before the vampire’s form.

         But she was exhausted. 

             From the slam of the door behind Katherine, her exasperated huff and then to her lively voice— Bonnie could only turn her petite frame away { not onto her own side of the bed } but just away from her guessed displeased features to effectively silence a voice that had the potential to keep her up through the whole night and beyond. Bonnie then simply muttered words of defence against her pillow in hopes of drifting back to sleep after a draining day of magic,

          “Shhh— Hey… some of us need sleep, you know.”

[the-bon-fire]

(Shhhhhhhh) ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Send me a '♡' if your character would date mine.

"What?"

(( "You did marry me, though-- I think that says something about the impulse control thing we were talking about yesterday," she teases.

"Friday," she says adamantly, "I'll make it up to you for cancelling last time-- okay?"))