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bonnie bennett’s rarepair bash: day one 

finn mikaelson & bonnie bennett (abundance) 

The air in the room is heavy --- both from the heat and the cloying combination of herbs that still simmer on the table.  

Bonnie wants nothing more than to step outside and fill her lungs with the cool night breeze.  Instead she is staring him down, half afraid if she blinks he will do something (anything).

Finally, he breaks the tension with a hint of a smile, followed by a laugh that echoed through the confined space.  “You don’t trust me,” he observes.  There is no need for her to confirm it.  He might have been locked away for centuries but he is far from clueless.  He can see it in the way she looks at him, in the way her muscles coil at the slightest movement on his part.  “One has to wonder why you called me here then.”

She takes a deep breath, mulling over how to meet his not so subtle accusation dead on.  She has never shied away from a Mikaelson and she won’t start with him of all people.  “Because I don’t have an abundance of options,” she finally tells him.  No sense lying --- he knows the score as it currently stands.  She finally pushes herself away from her safe little corner and moves towards him.  “But I am not going to let your brothers hurt anyone else I love, so you...” She tilts her head a little, taking him in.  He stands tall, looking down at her through hooded eyes.  “...you’ll have to do.”

When he smiles widely, she wonders what she has gotten herself into.

Bonnie Bennett’s Rarepair Bash: Day Five

Klaus Mikaelson/Bonnie Bennett

He finds Bonnie calmly wiping blood from her lips as the veins around her eyes disappear. “When did the last Bennett Witch Transform? Who do I need to kill?” Klaus has to clench his jaw at the fury that fills his being; he wants blood for what has happened. Any vampire that knows how witches work and how the other side works… stays clear of turning witches into vampires.

“Always so sweet and classy, Klaus. Careful, it almost sounds like you care.” A frown makes its way to Klaus’s lips. Bonnie Bennett seems unnaturally cool and calm. Bonnie lightly laughs at Klaus narrowing his eyes in realization; though the laugh holds no emotion behind it.

“You’ve turned off your humanity.”

Bonnie gives a languid shrug, “What else was I supposed to do? After my friends knowingly sent me into a death trap - without all the information I might add - and instead of just killing me. The vampires fed on me, fed me their blood, and then snapped my neck. None of them even mourned my death, just left my body there to rot. Then when I went back to them,” a chilling laugh escapes her, “they wanted nothing to do with me because I had lost my usefulness as their witch. Damon tried to kill me! Lucky for me my emotions were fueling me so I was able to escape. Meanwhile, the rest of them didn’t even try to stop him.”

Klaus can feel several of his teeth break with how hard he’s grinding his teeth. “I will kill every single one of them.” Bonnie gives him a thoroughly unimpressed look.

“Don’t bother, I already had my fun with them. Every single one of them are sitting in unmarked graves right now.” Klaus barely stops himself from hiding the slight hint of revulsion and wariness that dances down his spine.

Klaus takes a few seconds to weigh the consequences of what he’s about to do. In a move faster than Bonnie could ever hope to track. He has a tight grip on the back of her neck.

“Turn it on.” He says it firmly, while looking deeply into her eyes. Even though they both know that she’s on vervain… something primal in her bows to the alpha.

The moment Bonnie is slammed with every single emotion she’d been blocking; a low keening cry escapes her as tears rush down her face. Klaus has never been one for comforting, he definitely doesn’t believe in pretty words meant to comfort. He has walked the earth for far too long to use false words like those.

What he can do is hold her. And he does, bringing her to his home in New Orleans and wrapping himself around her. Giving her the time to cry herself out. All the while, his anger churns; his wolf wanting retribution for her pain and his vampire wanting to bathe the streets in blood. For now, he stays with her and will continue to do so for as long as they both walk the earth.

Always and Forever.

10 Days of Bonnie Bennett getting the love she deserves!

Each day has a word, a rarepair ship, 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!

The kiss is gentle at first. The way a feather falls out a pillow. It’s sweet like a strawberry. Between being breathless and begging for more Nora was more convinced that Bonnie had spelled her.

She was toxicating her. The smell of Bonnie’s blood was twirling in the air. Her skin tasted of cocoa-butter and vanilla. 

“Are you sure? We can just sit and talk.” Bonnie said, pulling away with swollen lips. “I mean Mary-Louise meant a lot to you. I saw how upset you were about her death.”

She’s so considerate. Too considerate.  She holds an abundance of compassion for everyone. Where’s her selfishness? 

“I’ve liked you for a while.” Bonnie whispers, as she grasps Nora’s hand into her lap. “When I heard about Mary-Louise dying I expected you to be gone too.”

Being a witch and having extensive exposure to the supernatural world had taught Bonnie a few things. Every grimoire will have some pages stuck together. Some will smell like dirt and old sand wood. Coven-less witches bind together easily. The most important one was that time wasn’t offered to anyone. 

If you have time and a chance to tell someone how you feel, take it. 

Falling for a woman who was in a relationship wasn’t Bonnie. She didn’t interrupt people’s happy relationships for her own selfish reasons. This was the one time she couldn’t help but remove a few bricks from this home. 

“I wanted to live because of you, Bonnie.” Nora confessed as she cried. Not in sadness but in glee. She brings their intertwined hands to her lips with a soft kiss. Although she’d rather have those smooth brown hands around her throat. 

It’s been a month since Mary-Louise died. She wanted them to die together. Allow it to be called poetic. Nora almost willingly agreed to the suicide. If she agreed she wouldn’t have this little witch storming inside her home kissing her.

“I loved Mary-Lou and I’m certain a part of me always will.” Nora replies, cradling Bonnie’s face. “You’ve taught me so much in such a little time. What good is a life and love if you spend so much time in anguish? What if I missed you?”

“You should be able to make your own choices and feel good about them. You should live a life that fits you.”  Bonnie replied, running her hand over Nora’s lap.

“Has my witch grown up?“ Nora asked, tracing Bonnie’s lips with her thumb. “I suppose we’re going to have to help each other with that. You need some selfishness.” 

“Would it be selfish of me to kiss you again? I think I deserve that after avoiding you for a month.” Bonnie shrugs with her lips pursed together. “I just need one.” 

Nora’s lips meet Bonnie’s this time. This kiss isn’t as soft as the first one. It’s harder, there’s less breaks and the arousal smell coated both women. 

With the heretic’s hand already on her face. Bonnie decided to suck on Nora’s fingers. She wasn’t a heretic but that rosemary perfume had her kissing down the woman’s wrist and arm. 

Nora craved and imagined Bonnie kissing at her belly, breast, squeezing at her thighs and grip on her ass for the longest. The ways she could return The things that could be created together. 

This was too slow. As much Nora enjoyed the tease the witch was giving her but she was greedy. So things needed to change. In a blink of an eye she sped, laying the woman on her back, stripping her down. 

“Nora,” Bonnie whispers, holding her gaze to the heretic. “Are you sure? We can wait and go for a drive. I’ll bring the chips.”

A smile forms from the heretic’s lips. Her fangs descend as she sucks and twirls her tongue against her witch’s neck.

“I’ve never wanted anything more. We can arrange a drive later.”

For the Bonnie Bennett Rarepair Bash 2022: 

Day 2: Soulmates

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bonkai (Bonnie Bennett/Kai Parker)

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Summary:

“What did you-” “Nothing, took a little bit of your magic. No big deal.” “You took my magic.” She rounded on him. “How?” “Wow, you are gorgeous when you’re angry, anyone tell you that?” The man said in gleeful awe. * * * 22, those were the words stamped into Kai Parkers wrist. They were neat and cute and definitely belonged to his soulmate... who he was planning to kill. 20, those were the words written on Bonnie's wrist. She couldn't be happier but with her year nearly coming and going and the only spark she felt was between her and a psycho she met in the prison world, her chances for normal happiness seemed slim.

Hosted by the @hollowed-hallowed​ . Thanks for creating this event. I hope you and everyone else enjoys. The link in down below. 

Bonnie Bennett/Kol Mikaelson Video Clip

Written as part of the 'Bonnie Bennett rarepair bash' organised by @hollowed-hallowed

Summary:

Bonnie struggles to regain her footing upon coming back from the dead as the anchor. She’d gotten used to the almost peaceful existence of the other side with its lack of end of the world catastrophes and witchy work arounds, where she can simply watch her friends discover happiness. She’d even gotten used to Kol’s persistent and irritating presence. Even with all his qualms about her leaving them both to die by raising the veil, he had become part of her norm in death. It almost seems wrong to be here alive without him, particularly after everything he’d taught her.

10 Days until Bonnie Bennett’s Rarepair Bash!