You mean a full length story?
I don’t really have time to write full chaptered stories. I have one ongoing and I am committed to that one.
However, my drabbles are all intereconnected so in a way it is a story. Just bits and pieces of one.
I honestly have not tried to reason Klaroline. I have never and will never see where the draw was for him when it comes to Caroline. Sure she is cute, bubbly, etc. But given that he has lived as long as he has I am not convinced that after 1000 years a teenage newbie vampire is the one he falls for.
Yeah, not buying it one bit.
I still think they are the most contrived thing that TVD has ever put together. Both characterizations suffered because of it. I still can’t wrap my mind around Caroline wanting to sleep with the man who hurt so many people she loved. And Klaus acting like a love sick teenager was not character development. The Originals have done a much better job exploring the softer bits of Klaus without making him draw ponies and stalk a teenager.
If Klaroline were to ever return to TVD or if Caroline were to ever go to New Orleans to “be” with Klaus, I would drop both shows like a hot potato.
I don’t want to see that shit.
Bonnie Werewolf Ship Fest | Day 4: Into the Woods
The Red Queen and her Black Knight
♫He used to call me poison
Like I was poison ivy
I could have died right there
Cause he was right beside me♫
"You’re too busy looking over your shoulder, waiting for the big bad wolf to jump out of the shadows," Damon glances up just in time for the first explosion of color. Bonnie misses it because she is looking at him. How easily he reads her. It only adds to her irritation. "You are missing the fireworks." He drops his head to peek at her. "I’ll tell you what. You watch the fireworks. I’ll stand guard."
She pretends she doesn’t hear him over the loud bang. He makes a face and plops the ridiculous hat on her head. “Look up, Bonnie,” he tells her.
She spends eight blissful minutes watching the sky light up. For the first time in a long time she relaxes. For the first time in a long time she feels safe.
The battle lines have been drawn.
At least that is how Damon sees it.
The night of the one last hurrah at the Boarding House (he is still finding those dreadful red solo cups stuffed in the most interesting of places), he and Enzo had thrown down. Silently of course —- but it is still understood.
They both want Bonnie.
Damon is going to win.
It is not even about the fact that he always wins. His competitive nature is very demanding and at the slightest hint that he will lose it goes into hyperdrive. He is built to win.
But this has nothing to do with the current situation.
This is about Bonnie. His Bonnie.
He realizes their history is twisted. It has rotted roots formed in the hay day of his obsession with Katherine. Most would look at that and proclaim he has lost before he even started. But the way he sees it, from those damaged beginnings something has still grown. Persevered despite everything that has been thrown at it. That says something, really, about the depth of the connection between he and Bonnie.
He never really talks about it —- his death and how he and Bonnie fought so hard (together) to get back to where they rightfully belonged. He knows that Stefan wonders. He catches his brother looking at him with a curious eye every now and then. But Stefan is too damn polite to actually ask. He will wait until Damon opens up. Which will happen at about a quarter to never.
He isn’t the sharing type.
Besides, there is a part of him that wants to keep it as it is —- something shared between only he and Bonnie. Every now and then, he will meet her eyes and there is something there. Something the two of them can only understand.
Why the hell would he want to screw that up?
Despite all the complaining he does about how boring Mystic Falls is, Damon likes walking its streets again. There is a sense of coming home. Finally. It doesn’t take him long to fall back into old habits. Lurking in the crowd at those ridiculous founder’s events. Sneaking a blood bag or two from the hospital supply as if he is at a vending machine. Downing a whole bottle of bourbon while perched on his seat at the Grill (he had to chase away someone not in the know the first night back).
However, he does find himself stumbling down an unfamiliar street now.
He stops, taking in the quaint little home. Funny, how in all those years he had known her he hadn’t bothered to pay her visit. Probably because ringing her doorbell would be akin to asking for an ice cream headache on steroids.
This was a first for him —- a visit to the Bennett house.
For now, Bonnie has decided to avoid Whitmore. It is not that she doesn’t want to do the college thing. It’s just…well, she’s been dead two times over in a short span. Damon figures she wants to surround herself by the familiar and just gain her footing again. He doesn’t blame her. He is, after all, doing the same damn thing with every glass of cheap bourbon downed.
The outside light comes on bathing the front lawn in a brash light. He squints and hears the click of the door. ”Damon?” Hell, even her voice has an effect on him now. He’s so far lost isn’t he? He moves toward its sound even though he can’t quite see her yet. Finally he blinks away the light and there she is, leaning in the door frame dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top. Her feet are bare and he is amused by the fact that her toenails are painted a purple color. ”Skulking around in front of my house —— not creepy at all.”
Only he knows she is teasing.
Damon smiles as he comes to a stop on her bottom step. Bonnie takes a deep breath and then reaches for something just instead the door —- a sweater which she immediately wraps herself in. She’s out the door and standing on the top step looking down at him before he even gets a word out. ”You okay?”
He smiles a little. Always worried. Even about him. It does him good to realize that he is one of her people —- those she will fight to the bitter end for. ”I’m fine. Might have a bit of a buzz on but hey, this too shall pass,” he tells her and that smile turns into the cocky grin she is used to.
He sinks down on the middle step at the same moment she moves to sit beside him. For a moment the two of them stare straight out at the quiet street. Nothing amiss in Mystic Falls. For a change. ”You okay?” He asks, echoing her earlier question.
She is quiet a little too long for his liking. He finds himself glancing in her direction, trying to read something in the way her eyes have moved to stare at her purple colored toes. ”I think I am, Damon. Really. I mean…every now and then I wake up hard. You know…gasping for air and wondering where the hell I am. But those nights are getting few and farther in between.” She turns her head and they share that look again. The one built from mutual experience. ”It’s starting to feel normal again.”
He wonders how normal normal will ever be. For her, in this house by herself while her friends are off taking classes in Creative Beadwork (or whatever fashion nonsense Caroline is enrolled in). And for him, trying desperately to slip back in that role of the bad boy Salvatore (he isn’t sure he is succeeding).
"You know you can come to the Boarding House whenever —-"
It is said in such a way that Damon feels like he has been chided for stating the obvious. Still, it comforts him to hear her say it. He can’t help but move just a little closer to her (he can feel the power wafting off her now). She stays where she is (progress in the context of their relationship) and rests her chin in her hands. ”Do you…do you dream about it?” She asks and her tone is hesitant, as if she is unsure if she should even be asking him.
Given that, he wastes no time in answering. ”Yes.” More often than he would like to say. He dreams of darkness, blinding light, the sound of her voice calling out for him in panic. He dreams of it all and then wakes thankful that he (they) made it back.
It must be what she needs to hear because her head comes to rest on his shoulder. It is only natural for his arm to go around her. They sit like that for awhile (he’s willing to do it all night). Then she shifts and he nearly protests. Instead he lets her go.
"It’s late," she tells him as if she feels the need to defend her actions. Already she is standing and he follows suit. "And you need to stumble your way home."
"Don’t worry about little ole’ me. I know the way," he assures her.
She grins and he gives into an impulse that has him tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her face turns and a cheek gets pressed to his palm. It has been chilled from the night air and his thumb swipes across her skin before his hand reluctantly falls away.
She is the one who moves closer this time.
Though he hasn’t come there for the express purpose of doing anything other than checking up on her, he can’t ignore this chance —- it might be fleeting after all. Therefore he acts swiftly. Before she can even see him coming, he brushes his lips across hers. Nothing more (he can’t get greedy —- he knows her too well).
However, in quick moment he learns so much. How her lips feel under his. How her mouth opens slightly on its own accord. How she tastes. How her body presses to his every so subtly.
Amazing what one tiny (not so innocent) kiss can do.
She is blinking and looking at him as if she is wondering if that even just happened (oh yes, it did). He can’t help but be just a tad bit smug —- he is Damon Salvatore after all.
"I…you know…" And she frowns because being tongued tied is not something unique to Bonnie Bennett. She blinks again and then gives up trying. Instead, she ventures closer to her door. "Goodnight, Damon."
He holds off on the grin (for now). ”Goodnight, Bonnie.”
He waits until she turns the lock and then steps off the front porch. That grin comes now as he wanders down the flagstone path toward the road. Somewhere he hopes Enzo senses a disturbance in the order of things but remains unknowing that he has lost the first kiss to Damon. He glances back at the house in time to see the porch light die. He congratulates himself on the unintended win.
Then stumbles home.
oh what’s a little pain? listen
freight train - sara jackson (grief is a slow pain, oh what’s a little pain?) x & y - coldplay (when something is broken, and you try to fix it? trying to repair it, anyway you can?) oh death - jen titus (when god is gone and the devil takes hold, who will have mercy on your soul?) hero - regina spektor (i’m the hero of this story, don’t need to be saved) gone - olivia broadfield (and i know you won’t be satisfied til the fire inside, burns like you once knew.) youth - daughter (and if you’re still breathing you’re the lucky one) all fall down - onerepublic (love til you hate, strong til you break) broken crown - mumford and sons (so crawl on your belly til the sun grows down, i’ll never wear your broken crown.) rabbit heart - florence and the machine (i must become, a lion-hearted girl.) numb - marina & the diamonds (i feel numb most of the time, the lower i get the higher i climb) seven devils - florence and the machine (seven devils all around you, seven devils in your heart, see i was dead when i woke up this morning and i’ll be dead until the day is done.)
Okay. When you guys pass through me, you’re going to wake up with your bodies on the other side. I need you to get back here as fast as you can.
105 MOST INSPIRATIONAL FICTIONAL LADIES» 98. Bonnie Bennett (The Vampire Diaries)
We both wanna protect the people we care about. This difference is, for you, Damon is one of them. You saw what I was able to do tonight. I know who I am now. And if Damon spills so much as one drop of innocent blood, I`ll take him down — even if I have to take you with him.