#Naur they do not have drunken holiday sex! before someone assumes ☝🏽

[cancerian-woman]

Fanfic Teasers.

dear little witch.

“Is there somewhere else you have to be?” Bonnie asked, rotating her cocktail in her hand. “At home with your wife and kid possibly? Anywhere that isn’t here.” Klaus was the last person Bonnie expected to see on her travels. “I pictured the Mikaelson’s treat holidays like some festival.”

Klaus roamed his eyes up and down at the witch. Since their paths have crossed it’s hard to watch over her. Bonnie Bennett certainly isn't little anymore. Long gone of those awkward teen years and before him a woman. Height still wasn't her friend but those hips and thighs suited the witch perfectly. The man in him was hoping she leans a bit closer for a better view of her breast.

“Klaus,” Bonnie snapped, waving her hands in front of his face. “I asked you a question. Why are you still here? More specifically next to me?”

“I thought we had rules, Witch.” Klaus replied, turning to compel himself another glass of scotch. “That is what you desire. Unless your feelings changed.”

Bonnie wouldn’t dare admit it. Especially not to Klaus Mikaelson of all people. But, maybe, deep down a familiar person around was making her enjoy the holidays. Even when that person was Klaus Mikaelson.

Blame it on being stuck with Damon for four months and then six months later in complete solitude.

Holidays were for festive people who had love to provide for everyone. Safe homes to return too. Warmth and love in every crevice of that home. Bonnie didn’t have that and that’s part of the reason she wasn’t in Mystic Falls now. No, sense in depressing herself wishing she had something, or someone to bring her some of that joy back in her life.

“No, I just wanted to be clear that if you cause any of these people harm. I don’t care and I won’t stop you from doing it.”

“That isn’t very Bonnie Bennett of you. Where's the little witch that saves the day?” Klaus says, smirking after the fact. “You wouldn’t want this dinning hall ruined.”

Bonnie envied every family and smile in the dining hall. She even envied the pianist singing Christmas Carols. The workers who despite would rather be at home even have smiles on their faces in their Christmas hats. She wouldn’t give Klaus the satisfaction of an answer. If he reacted and attacked anyone she’d kick his ass for ruining these families special night.

“That’s it, I’m leaving and going back to my room.” Bonnie exclaims, shuffling through her purse to place a tip under her glass. “Merry Christmas, asshole.”

Klaus reaches his arm out pulling Bonnie back to her seat. “My family and I had to part ways. So, you aren’t the only one alone on Christmas. I’ve never been too big on holidays seeing as I’ve been-“

“Alive since the birth of Christ?” Bonnie motioned the bartender for another drink. “Another Manhattan please? Thank you.”

Klaus narrowed his eyes at her. “I’ve never been married. I’m not sure who told you that but it wouldn’t have been to Hayley. I rather dagger myself first then to marry my former one night stand.”

“I’m just repeating what I heard from-“

“Tyler, Caroline, or Stefan,” Klaus continued for her. “Who clearly don’t know the story themselves.” He pauses tapping his fingers on the bar. “My daughter died. Her name was Hope if you didn’t know.”

It’s a lie. But, this would probably be the last time he sees little Bonnie Bennett and if it keeps Hope safe then so be it. Most of the supernatural world does think Hope died after the Hollow possessed her it wasn’t a complete lie in his eyes.

Bonnie eyes bulge as she gags on her drink. “I didn’t know.” She wipes her mouth. “No one deserves that not even you. I’m going to call it a night. You probably won’t see me tomorrow but I’m sorry again.”

“What are you running from little witch? Shouldn’t you be back at home?”