A page for the BBTVDU Collection on Ao3, which features writing challenges and works centered on The Vampire Diaries character, Bonnie Bennett. Events collection on AO3 - https://tinyurl.com/bbtvducollection
10 Days of Bonnie Bennett getting the love she deserves!
Each day has a word, a rarepair, and an ao3 tag. These are just for inspiration - all optional, not a requirement. Use whatever you wish to create for our favorite Bennett witch!
Rarepair for this event is a ship with less than 150 completed works, with main focus on the Bonnie ship. (Honestly, this is a casual event, so if you’re doing the bigger Bonnie ships, I'm not gonna stop you, but the focus is on the rarepairs - the rarer, the better.)
Crossovers, polyamory, OCs, LGBTQ+ are all welcome.
I’ll be reblogging folks work until the end of August, so if you’re late, no worries, still bring what you have when you can.
Please tag appropriately, even if that means you’re simply stating you’re not going to tag anything. (This is mainly for fic writers.)
Use #bbrarepairbash2024 so others can find your work. Tag me @/hollowed-hallowed and/or @/bbtvducollection, so I can make sure I reblog your creations. If there’s enough interest, I’ll start a collection on AO3.
Drop me a message or ask if you have any questions. I’ll see you all in July!
I made two entries into the BBrarepair bash. This has been a fun practice for me. I may not make it on time each day but I plan to finish the challenge. Feel free to check it out
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Would you be interested in participating in a Bonnie Bennett Gift Exchange? If yes, what dates work best for you?
Yes. Sign-ups in OCTOBER; reveals in JANUARY.
Yes. Sign-ups in OCTOBER; reveals in FEBRUARY.
Yes. Sign-ups in NOVEMBER; reveals in FEBRUARY.
Yes. Sign-ups in NOVEMBER; reveals in MARCH.
Yes. Sign-ups in DECEMBER; reveals in MARCH.
Yes. Sign-ups in DECEMBER; reveals in APRIL.
Maybe. Ask me again in SEPTEMBER.
Not interested.
Voting ended onAug 13, 2023
Wanting to gauge interest and see if anyone would want to participate. This would be open to all fanworks. Any thoughts on this would be greatly appreciated. I brought this up about a year ago, but ran into logistical issues. Potential dates offer two-three month writing periods. (If there is interest, another poll will be released to determine minimum word/image count.)
For clarification: a gift exchange is where creators exchange fanworks, which are submitted anonymously for a period of time before a creator reveal. For more information, click the links in this post to read the fanlore wiki on these topics.
This is just an interest check. Liking, reblogging, voting, and/or commenting on this post only helps me spread the word and to see if there is interest. No commitment yet, I promise.
The final results are in. I think there are enough people interested to pull off an exchange. Most likely, should work and other irl things line up, I will open sign-ups in mid-October.
A second poll will happen in September to see what the community thinks about story lengths and art completion limits that should be in place for the exchange.
If you have any ideas, questions, or concerns, please feel free to drop me a pm or an ask. I would love to hear everyone's input!
Would you be interested in participating in a Bonnie Bennett Gift Exchange? If yes, what dates work best for you?
Yes. Sign-ups in OCTOBER; reveals in JANUARY.
Yes. Sign-ups in OCTOBER; reveals in FEBRUARY.
Yes. Sign-ups in NOVEMBER; reveals in FEBRUARY.
Yes. Sign-ups in NOVEMBER; reveals in MARCH.
Yes. Sign-ups in DECEMBER; reveals in MARCH.
Yes. Sign-ups in DECEMBER; reveals in APRIL.
Maybe. Ask me again in SEPTEMBER.
Not interested.
Voting ended onAug 13, 2023
Wanting to gauge interest and see if anyone would want to participate. This would be open to all fanworks. Any thoughts on this would be greatly appreciated. I brought this up about a year ago, but ran into logistical issues. Potential dates offer two-three month writing periods. (If there is interest, another poll will be released to determine minimum word/image count.)
For clarification: a gift exchange is where creators exchange fanworks, which are submitted anonymously for a period of time before a creator reveal. For more information, click the links in this post to read the fanlore wiki on these topics.
This is just an interest check. Liking, reblogging, voting, and/or commenting on this post only helps me spread the word and to see if there is interest. No commitment yet, I promise.
I want to start this out by saying, I wrote this purely for my own entertainment and I’ve been on a clone wars kick. I also didn’t do a mood board thing because I knew that I would despise how it looked. This is really meant as pure crack and nothing else. Please don’t ask me what this is… I really couldn’t tell you. I do apologize in advance, but I don’t apologize… Who knows, I certainly don’t. Also, I didn’t intend for it to be this long. 😅
The humidity is suffocating in its entirety as Bonnie moves her body to the live music thumping through NOLA’s town square. She can feel the sweat run its way down her spine as her baby hairs stick to her face. Bonnie’s also intimately aware of the magic soaking the area bringing a whole level of erotic feeling to the dancing.
Bonnie can feel someone’s eyes locked on her which pushes her to continue dancing. She started out dancing for herself, now she’s dancing for him. She’s rolling her hips when she feels him press against her back. A slight sigh escapes Bonnie as he runs his hands slowly up her sides. Then down her arms, when he reaches her hands, he starts to lead the dance. Bonnie is more than happy to let the man soaked in magic lead their dance.
Their bodies roll together, constantly touching each other as they continue to dance. Their magic intertwines, testing boundaries and the power of each other. Bonnie feels almost drunk on the feeling, she lets her eyes flutter close. A slight hum escapes her as one of his hands runs up her stomach, between her breasts, and settles lightly on her throat. Bonnie lets her body lean back against him.
“Vincent.” It comes out breathy, softly, and with an almost drunk quality to it. A low chuckle escapes Vincent as Bonnie’s body goes pliant against his, he marvels at the complete trust and surrender she gifts him.
“Hello my light. What a pleasure it is to see you here.” A slight purr escapes Bonnie as she lets her head drop onto his shoulder. His hips roll against her and Bonnie puts one of her hands into his back jean pocket.
Finn can feel the yawning distance between Bonnie and himself. It hurts, deeply and he cannot fathom what caused it. They had been good friends for five years, ever since the dagger was taken out of his chest. Yet, now it seems that Bonnie hates him and sees him as an enemy. He went from having her as a close friend and confidant to her treating him as she treats his siblings.
“What did I do wrong, Bonnie?” He watches her shoulders tense at the raw hurt in his voice. He rubs his chest where his heart aches at the radio silence.
“Finn… don’t.” Bonnie’s words are quiet and she doesn’t turn to face him. Finn can’t take it anymore and forces her to turn and face him. Gripping her shoulders just firm enough to keep her from ripping out of his grip.
He locks his eyes with hers, “Bonnie, just talk to me. Communicate with me!” he watches as tears well up into Bonnie’s eyes. His heart clenches even more and he barely stops himself from gripping at his chest.
“Finn, I can’t.” Bonnie’s voice is weak and yet she reaches up one hand and carefully cups his face. “We, darling Finn, are out of time. I’m sorry, but until this is over we are enemies.” Bonnie moves her hand from cupping his face to lightly closing his eyes. “Stay alive, keep your family alive and I hope that at the end of this… you don’t hate me.”
Marcel can smell the black magic as he walks into the broken down cathedral. The darkness is thick like molasses and ozone is so strong in the air that it’s suffocating. A shiver creeps its way up his spine as he eyes the surroundings. The candles flare as he steps into the main chapel and Marcel easily picks out Bonnie in the center of them. With black orbs floating around her, sucking any and all light out of the space. There’s a grimoire floating in front of her as she reads with a bowl in one hand and black sage in another.
“Hello Marcel.” Her voice echoes and seems to layer itself even as it stays quiet. She doesn’t bother to turn around and face him. He’s no threat… to her.
“Bonnie.” Marcel says her name simply, with no real tone behind it. “Can I ask what this is?” He can feel her smirk before she glances over her shoulder at him.
“You can ask.” A slight huff of laughter escapes Marcel at Bonnie’s teasing tone. “Take off your shirt.” Marcel’s brows raise at Bonnie’s order, but she’s already turned her attention back to the grimoire.
“Is there a please somewhere in that?” He barely holds back his twitching lips as Bonnie turns her head just enough for him to see her eyes rolling.
He’s slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he waits for her response. “Take off your shirt or I’ll burn it off of you Marcel.” He laughs lightly as he finishes with the buttons and slips the shirt off. He moves around, careful to not break the circle and enters it right in front of Bonnie.
“If you wanted me for my body, you should have just said so witch.” Bonnie slowly looks Marcel up and down, she sets the black sage on top of the grimoire and reaches her hand out to Marcel. The shudder that runs through Marcel’s body when Bonnie calmly runs her nails lightly across his pecs and down his abs is enough to make Marcel want to worship her.
“You know,” Bonnie’s words have an almost listless quality to them, “there are many different ways to power magic. Yet, sex magic… has always been the most powerful and long lasting of magic.” Marcel watches in awe as Bonnie makes eye contact with him, her eyes hooded and practically glowing green.
Marcel pulls her into a deep kiss, one that has her slightly whimpering into. “My lovely witch, you should have just started with that.”
“Goodbye” A word that Bonnie never dreamed that she would say to her friends and fully mean. The finality of the word for her and how she knows that what she really means is that she’s done with it all… is almost enough to send her into shock. Almost. She can hear them trying to talk to her, but it’s muffled as though they’re speaking through a thick metal door that she has slammed closed in her mind and heart.
Bonnie figures that she’s in shock that she finally took that final step and meant it, still means it. Though she acknowledges the shock in a completely detached way. It isn’t until a male’s face starts swimming into focus that the rushing in her ears finally starts to lessen and give way to ringing. She can hear just well enough to know that the man is saying her name and Bonnie tries to mutter that she’s fine. From the way he’s frowning and the worry in his eyes tell her that she’s failed on that front.
He cups her face gently with both hands and Bonnie can’t stop the full bodied shutter at the liquid warmth his hands have as it travels through her body. He moves his hands from her cheeks and cups her hands with his. Bonnie tries to rip her hands away when it feels like he’s burning her.
She just barely makes out his words. “…your hands… freezing cold…-et you back home… magic is wild… -ed to siphon some… stop you from -oying the town. -illing everyone.. -ive mile radius.” He goes back to cupping her face and Bonnie whimpers at how terribly good it feels. She barely notices that his hands are glowing red. However her slow mind acknowledges that it compliments him greatly.
Bonnie slowly comes back to consciousness, not remembering ever losing it in the first place as Kai carefully lays her down on her bed. She wants to question how he got into Gram’s house. She wants to yell at him and hurt him as badly as he had hurt her. But, Bonnie is exhausted. She had nothing left to give anymore and if Kai of all people is willing to take care of her. Then she’ll let him, at the very least it will stop him from killing someone.
“Bonnie.” It’s said quietly as he softly sets a cup of water on the nightstand, her body slightly jerks at the sound in the otherwise silent house. “I had to siphon the excess magic that you were letting off. Otherwise you would have raised the town and everyone would have died. I swear to you that I didn’t take more than the excess. You’re coming down now, I’ve put some water on your nightstand and I’ll leave you to recover.”
All Bonnie can do is slowly blink at him, the words swirl around in her head not making any real sense. When Kai moves to leave, Bonnie reaches out and catches his hand and holds on tightly. He stares at her with wide eyes and doesn’t move as Bonnie scrambles to figure out why she just did that.
“Please.” It comes out a mixture between a whimper and a whisper and Bonnie finds herself horrified. Yet, Kai seems to catch on right away and carefully pries her hand from his while kicking off his shoes. He carefully crawls under the covers with her and wraps himself around her. Bonnie presses herself closer, needing something other than herself to help her ground. Kai pulls her tighter to himself and lightly runs his fingers along her arms.
“Life is about the capability for adaptation to the winds of change, Bonnie. So, adapt, adapt, adapt, adapt.” Those are the last words she heard as she drifted off into the unknown, adjusting her sails to pick up the wind.
“Teach me.” Klaus’s head jerks to look at the young woman.
“What?” The question is more demanding than question, but the once magic filled woman gives Klaus an exasperated and annoyed look. As though he is the one wasting her time and not the other way around.
“Teach me how to be a vampire.” There is slight distaste in the word as her green eyes darken. Klaus stares at the very last of the Bennett line who has since been rebirthed into a vampire. He struggles to wrap his head around the fact that, here they are standing in Mystic Falls. In his home, the home he had built for his family. Two enemies through circumstance and she… she is asking to be taught… by him?!
“Let me get this straight, love. You want me to teach you? I can’t say that I’m not flattered, but I’m not the most stand-up vampire. You should ask Stefan for help.” A huff escapes Bonnie as she crosses her arms and glares at him.
“Klaus, I would sooner stake that ripper than ask him to teach me control.” Bonnie gives Klaus a deadpan look and continues. “While I’ll agree that you are not by any stretch of the imagination a good example for being a vampire… You are one of the originals. You’ve had centuries to learn control, by all rights you could have bathed this town in blood in one hour… hell not even. It would take you 20 minutes… tops and that’s the thing though, you haven’t done that! Look, if I’m going to be a vampire, which we both know is not what was ever meant to happen to Bennett witches. I’d rather learn it from someone who has true control. Not faked like the ripper we call Stefan Salvatore.”
Klaus lets her reasons wash over him and thinks about it. She isn’t wrong, no, by all accounts she is spot on in her reasonings. Damn if that doesn’t endear her to him. He moves closer to her wanting to know what she’ll do, he barely hides a grin when she holds her ground.
“And what, little love, do your friends have to say about this?” He watches with barely hidden delight as a passing shadow moves across her face. However, she keeps eye contact, letting him see what he wishes.
“They don’t know, I haven’t told them anything since I woke up to the abandoned witch house completely empty of anyone. None of them care for me so why should I communicate with them? I’m doing this for me, no one else. I want to be able to live.” Bonnie’s eyes drop and Klaus can feel the veins pop out in relief on his face as his eyes burn gold at hearing how callously she was thrown aside by her friends.
He carefully cups her chin and lifts her face to have her look at him. Their eyes lock and he lets her see how genuine his next words are. “Then let’s make sure you’re starting off your rebirth right, shall we love.”
Bonnie’s lungs are burning with fire and it feels like lava is settling in her legs. Yet, she can’t stop running. How can she? She’s being actively hunted in the blackness of shrouded woods. Branches have ripped surprisingly deep cuts into her face and arms. Her bare feet have long since gone numb to the pain and she so badly wants to cry. But she won’t allow it because if she does, she’ll curl up in a ball and wait for death.
Bonnie had thought that she was safe, she thought that she had made it back. She realizes now how badly mistaken she was. This alternate world is a living nightmare and she’s being hunted by a wolf in a man’s skin. She feels his cloying warm breath right before she’s tackled to the ground.
“Hello Bonnie.” There’s darkness in his eyes as a slow wolven smile makes its way to his face.
Bonnie’s heart is beating out of her chest, adrenaline rushes through her veins as she feels her body shake.
“Tyler.” His name escapes her on a half sob, sounding like an omen. Tyler’s teeth flash as his eyes go gold. The next moment, he’s burying his fangs into her neck.
A low growl follows her into unconsciousness. “Mine.” Echoes through the woods and in her being.
Bonnie can feel him. She can feel Kol so clearly, as if he had crawled inside of her and taken up space that had been empty. She never cared for the stories her Grams would tell her about soulmates. Bonnie always wrote them off as just that, stories. Yet, she feels Kol; his thoughts, feelings, his state of being. She can feel it all and with him being an Original she has no worry about him being harmed or killed.
Afterall, how do you kill something that was created by a witch to be unkillable? So, when she feels a sharp flash of pain give way to pure agony. As the bond abruptly becomes dull, as though Kol is thousands of feet below the ocean trying to reach her. Bonnie knows that something had to have happened. Someone has done something to bring down the psychotic Mikaelson that she calls soulmate. What they don’t know is that it takes an equally unhinged and powerful being to be his soulmate.
A slow, feral smile works its way across Bonnie’s mouth as she takes a ceremonial dagger and slowly drags it across her palm. She calmly closes her fingers in a tight fist and holds it out vertically over a map. Squeezing the wound tightly to allow the blood to slowly drip onto it. Bonnie doesn’t feel the pain because she knows that the vengeance will be swift and oh so sweet.
Stefan is in awe, watching as Bonnie rips through the enemies without sweating and with calm breath. Magic is heavy in the air as sparks fly off of Bonnie’s fingers, her blood turning into the sparks. Her eyes are electric green as they stay focused on the people who thought they could get away with starting a fight. What they didn’t realize is that Bonnie Bennett is more than happy to let you start a fight. She’ll be the one to end it. Symbols make themselves known in the air for a brief moment before they activate and slam into more enemies.
Stefan’s breath catches; he’s never seen her like this, never seen Bonnie so… Transcendent.
10 Days of Bonnie Bennett getting the love she deserves!
Each day has a word, a rarepair, and an ao3 tag. These are just for inspiration - all optional, not a requirement. Use whatever you wish to create for our favorite Bennett witch!
Interested? Check out the original post for more details.
10 Days of Bonnie Bennett getting the love she deserves!
Each day has a word, a rarepair, and an ao3 tag. These are just for inspiration - all optional, not a requirement. Use whatever you wish to create for our favorite Bennett witch!
Interested? Check out the original post for more details.