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!
Bonnie deserved to have gotten everything and more.
I'm glad for the pro Bonnie Bennett fans that put so much effort into their work. I love reading ya'lls, metas, theories, stories, and what ifs. Your edits, celebrations, planned events, and watching your edits!
I love our interactions and discussions. A lot of talented people with great ideas. Your passion is noted and welcomed.
Try not to be discouraged by the negativity or antis. To navigate through fandom is already hard by itself.
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.
This feels like the last time they will see one another.
Part of Bonnie aches at the thought. He is a good person, the kind of person she has deserved in her life for such a long time. He makes her feel like she is worthy of the power she has been given.
But she can’t just turn her head anymore.
“This isn’t you,” Vincent begins, his voice tinged with a hint of fear (for the first time she realizes that he is afraid of losing her too --- a thought that gives her some solace in the face of pain).
“--- maybe not the me you first met,” she agrees. She feels her power hum, waiting just below the surface to be unleashed. She won’t do it here; despite everything she will never hurt him. “But the me I need to be now.”
“You don’t need to do anything,” Vincent tells her and he takes a step forward, inching closer to her. He has a wary look on his face as if he knows he has to be careful.
Bonnie is also wary, but for a very different reason. She is afraid that if he gets close enough, that if he touches her, then her resolve will melt. She can’t let it. ‘Of course I do,” she bites back. “They have taken so much from me. My friends...those that are still alive are ruined. I need to make it right. I need to make them pay.”
“At what cost to you?”
She knows he has a point there. What she is about to do will cost her greatly. Magic like this always does. She will never be the same again (and that breaks her just a little because she knows she will not be the person he loves). “I know,” she concedes. “I know what is about to happen.”
“And you’re going to leave me anyway,” Vincent finally concludes. He stops in his tracks and there is a hint of defeat on his face.
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.
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.