Hello, I am a huge fan of this pairing and have loads of ideas for oneshots. so enjoy...I guess.

Damon watched from the shadows as his little redbird sat hunched on the park bench, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs bringing them closer to her chest. Red curls poured over her shoulders, moving raggedly with her unsteady breathing. A soft wail left her lips and she lifted her right hand to brush away her tears.

It pained Damon to see her this way, her usual bright smile replaced with trembling lips. her eyes that held so much hope now empty and tearful. It just wasn't Bonnie. Damon let out a sigh and closed his eyes.


The leaves crunched beneath his boots as he slowly made his way over to the distressed maiden. It felt wrong for Damon to address Bonnie as a women. She was far too innocent to be compared to the women of this century, yet it felt wrong for him to think of her as a girl.

Bonnie raised her head and looked at Damon, his hair wind blown into its usual black mess. She wiped her eyes with her cardigan sleeve and placed her feet on the floor allowing space for Damon to sit. She stared down at her hands not wanting to make eye contact with the vampire, for she knows he'll only judge and torment her, make her feel weak.

The wood creaked as Damon sat down. Bonnie's cheeks flushed as red as her hair due to their proximity. The cold evening breeze entwined around the two, causing Damon to inhale his redbird's scent. The smell made his mouth water, it was nothing like he had ever smelt before. It was so...pure.

"What's with the sad face, little witch?" Damon asked. Bonnie raised her head, looking at Damon through her eyelashes, her brown eyes beginning to fill with tears again. She shook her head, fearing that her voice would crack if she spoke. Damon rested his hand on her shoulder, raising an eyebrow. Bonnie felt trapped under his gaze, her mouth opening against her will.

"Why are you here?" Bonnie asked, breaking away from her trance. Damon's brow furrowed and he tutted softly.

"I believe I asked you a question first." Damon responded. "You can't hide anything from me." Bonnie averted her gaze back down to the pavement.

"I can't tell you. You'd think of me stupid...weak." Bonnie whimpered. Damon slowly reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, he tilted her face upwards until her eyes connected with his.

"Now listen here." Damon scolded. Bonnie gulped, her eyes getting lost in the darkness of his. "How can you call yourself stupid when you are one of the most powerful witches I have come across. And all the stuff that you have been through would be enough to drive a grown man insane." Damon paused and let a small smirk tug on his lips. "You smiled through the darkest of times and you never gave up. You are possibly the strongest member of the group." Damon concluded. Bonnie smiled up at him, his kindness being a rarity. "Apart from me of course." Damon added giving her a toothy grin. Bonnie playfully hit his arm and giggled, a sound that let a genuine smile stay on Damon's lips. Bonnie stopped and looked at him sheepishly.

"I was upset because." She paused and let her eyes wonder in every direction apart from Damon's. "Because I might of fallen in love with someone that loves someone else." Bonnie explained quietly. She looked up at Damon who stared down at her, his arm now resting on the back of the bench.

"Go on." He responded, giving a small gesture with his over hand. Bonnie stared at him quizzically.

"Someone that is in love with my best friend." Bonnie continued. Damon bowed his head waiting for her to continue. "Someone that's in love with Elena." Bonnie slowly said. Damon raised his eyebrows. "You, Damon. It's you. I'm in love with you!" Bonnie explained before clamping both hands over her mouth. Damon smiled down at the young female and removed her hands from her mouth.

"Now that wasn't so hard to say, was it?" He smirked. Without thinking his actions fully through he pulled Bonnie towards him and captivated her lips on his. Her pulled her even closer and rested one hand on the lower part of her back whilst the other one caressed her cheek. Bonnie gently ran her fingers through his hair, her pulse quickening. They pulled away slightly, the tips of their foreheads still touching.

"Don't be afraid." Damon whispered, his eyes staring deep into hers.

"I'm not." Bonnie answered.


Damon snapped his eyes open and took a step back into the shadows. His redbird still remained alone on the bench. He couldn't go over there, no matter how much he wanted too. His feelings for this human scared him, he was always certain that he would never love Bonnie, his love was for Elena. But even he couldn't deny that he had fallen for the witch. He could never admit this aloud, he could never admit to himself that she is his true dark princess. He can't tell her, he can't corrupt her. He wouldn't allow it.