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Welcome to the official page for Bonnie Bennett Appreciation Week ✨

This is a fandom event dedicated to celebrating Bonnie Bennett in all forms her magic, her strength, her friendships, her relationships, and everything in between.

The dates are currently to be determined, but the event will take place sometime in February 2027. Prompts will be posted soon.

General Info:

Everyone is welcome to participate. You can create fanfiction, edits, gifs, art, headcanons, or anything else inspired by the prompts.

Rules:

- All ships and no-ship content are welcome

- Respect different interpretations of the prompts

- No hate toward other characters or ships

- Be respectful to other participants

- Use the event tag so your posts can be shared

How it works:

Prompts will be posted before the event so everyone has time to plan ahead. Once the week begins, prompts will also be posted daily.

Any type of media or writing is welcome fic, edits, gifs, art, headcanons, or anything else inspired by the prompts.

If you write something early or want to share snippets before posting your full work, feel free to tag me so I can see it.

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Please also use the tag: #bonniebennettappreciationweek so your posts can be found and reblogged.

This week is meant to be fun, creative, and centered around appreciating Bonnie Bennett in whatever way inspires you.

Prompts and additional details will be posted soon. We’re excited to see what everyone creates 💜

Also, thank you, @icarusofathousanddays ,for making the header I really appreciate it

Can we just for one second talk about the S-tier level of attractiveness that was Klaus's lisp in early TVD? Like, excuse me?? He would look Elena or Stefan dead in the eye and say something absolutely unhinged and murderous, but do it with that soft, sibilant thisp and my brain would just short-circuit. ⚡️

It made him sound like a literal predator who didn't even have to raise his voice to end you. Every "Sweetheart" or "Love" hit like a shot of pure serotonin. It was the "I'm a thousand-year-old hybrid but I sound like velvet and sin" energy for me.

I don't care about his hybrid army or his family drama—I care about the fact that every time he spoke, I was ready to risk it all. It was peak sexy. When that lisp started fading away in the later seasons, a part of my soul went with it.

BRING BACK THE LISP. HE SOUNDED LIKE A GOD DAMN DREAM. 🗣️💦

This is the great freaking scene and now one of my favorites with Klaus and Cami! He isn't his usual hot headed self here, where he usually would be in that situation. He's just so sweet and honorable! It's just poetic that Cami collapses in his arms instead of alone somewhere. The dialogue is just an additionally nice touch 🖤

Choices

Chapter Seven: What He Does Not Take

Kol

Restraint was not a virtue Kol Mikaelson had ever cultivated.

He had survived centuries on impulse — on appetite, on the simple pleasure of wanting something and taking it before it could be taken from him. Regret came later, if it came at all.

Bonnie Bennett complicated that in ways he did not care to examine too closely.

He stayed away.

That was the first mistake.

Mystic Falls made it easy to find her — her magic hummed through the town like a low current, familiar now in a way that unsettled him. Even when he wasn’t looking for her, he felt her presence like a bruise he kept pressing.

She had asked for quiet.

So he gave it to her.

Kol stood at the edge of the woods one evening, hands shoved into his coat pockets, watching the lights of town flicker on as dusk settled. He knew exactly where she was. The witch house. Alone. Grounding herself. Pretending she wasn’t thinking about him.

He smiled faintly.

They were both terrible liars.

Every instinct in him urged movement — to appear, to provoke, to tease a reaction out of her sharp mouth and sharper eyes. He imagined the way she would look at him when she noticed him standing there, irritation masking something warmer beneath it.

That was the problem.

Wanting her reaction was different from wanting her body.

More dangerous.

Kol exhaled slowly and forced himself to stay where he was.

“You’re learning,” he muttered to himself. “Unfortunate development.”

He thought of the kiss — not the heat of it, but the care. The way she had chosen him instead of falling into him. The way her magic had flared, then steadied, like it trusted him not to push.

No one had ever trusted Kol Mikaelson with restraint before.

The thought should have irritated him.

Instead, it rooted him to the spot.

Later, he passed the Grill and deliberately did not go in. He caught her reflection in the window — laughing softly at something Caroline had said — and felt the sharp, unhelpful urge to ruin that sound by making it about him.

He kept walking.

By the third day, it felt intentional. Heavy. Like holding back a tide with his bare hands.

He found himself asking questions he despised.

What did she need?

What would not hurt her?

What would she choose if he didn’t corner her into choosing him?

That last one stayed with him.

Kol stopped on a quiet street, the night pressing close around him, and laughed under his breath.

“Bloody hell,” he said. “You’re serious.”

He had wanted witches before. Power before. Fire and fury and brief, intoxicating collisions.

This was different.

This was choosing not to show up when he could. Not to touch when he wanted to. Not to remind her how easily he could unravel her composure.

Because if he did that now, he would lose her.

And Kol Mikaelson had lost enough things to recognize the shape of it.

When he finally allowed himself to approach the witch house days later, he stopped at the threshold — close enough to feel her magic, far enough not to intrude.

He didn’t knock.

He didn’t announce himself.

He simply stood there, silent, proving something to himself that he had never needed to prove before.

Restraint, he realized, was not about absence.

It was about choice.

And for Bonnie Bennett, he was choosing — deliberately, painfully —

kol: I could burn the world down

bonnie: don’t

kol: …understood. obsessed forever.

klaus + camille

klaus: I am a monster

camille: have you considered journaling

klaus: visibly offended but also in love

elijah + hayley

elijah: I must do the honorable thing

hayley: cool. anyway.

elijah: immediately does the opposite

freya + enzo

two people who were locked up for years meet and instead of trauma bonding normally they just go “oh. you get it.”

everyone else: this seems healthy

the universe: no ❤️

rebekah + kai

rebekah: I want chaos but make it hot

kai: say less

Choices

Chapter Eight: The Problem With Restraint

Bonnie noticed it on a Tuesday, which felt rude.

Kol Mikaelson was many things — annoying, charming, dangerous, occasionally useful — but subtle had never been one of them.

And yet.

He was standing in her doorway, hands deliberately visible, posture relaxed in a way that felt… practiced.

“Before you say anything,” he said lightly, “I knocked.”

“You waited three seconds,” Bonnie replied.

“Progress,” he grinned. “I’m evolving.”