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"Congrats, Bon Bon. You are officially a store owner."

The Bennett witch smiled looking around her new opened flowers and herbs shop. Today was the grand opening and everything was perfect...well not that perfect. There were some hiccups in the beginning, and they were BIG hiccups. Glass vases breaking, wrong flowers were ordered, and Bonnie's personal favorite - the electricity going out. How fun.

However, with the help of her Grams and mother to help with customers and the Salvatore brothers saving the day fixing the electricity and the breaker panel, the grand opening of The Raven Garden was smooth sailing all the way to closing time in the evening.

"Well I wouldn't have gotten through the day without you and Stefan."

Damon brought Bonnie into his arms to kiss her lightly sweaty forehead. "You owe me, witch." The Vampire snorted when he felt a sharp pinch to his side. "Rude."

"But really, Damon." Bonnie looked up at her brat of a friend. "Thank you for being there when I needed you. Opening this shop..." she sighed already feeling the stress weighing back on her. There was something else tugging at her chest but she ignored it. That wasn't important. "It was a lot."

Damon scrunched his brows together seeing the sudden sadness on the witch's face. "You know...ever since you came back from your little witchy trip -"

"It was not a witchy trip." Bonnie slapped Damon's arm.

"You said you were going to Australia to look up more witchy woowoo plants to study."

"Do you actually hear yourself? Witchy woowoo, Damon? What are you? Five?"

"Whatever you want to call it." He lightly plucked Bonnie's cute nose. "And don't change the subject. Ever since you came back from your tour around The Down Under, you haven't been the same."

Bonnie rolled her eyes pulling away from her friend. "Don't start okay. Don't start this again, Damon."

"I'm serious, Bon. Ever since you came back you've been different."

"Different how?" Bonnie called out from the back room.

"I don't know...distracted for one. Lost in some cases. Sometimes I see you staring out the window like..."

"Like what?" Bonnie came from the back holding a box of dried herbs that needed to be restocked.

"Like you're waiting for someone."

Bonnie felt her heart squeeze. A quick flash of a face entered her mind. She shook her head not wanting to think about it. But the more she tried to forget the face, the more it came back. Everything that happened within the year in Australia began flooding back. She tried her best not to think about her time there but it was starting become harder to hide what she was feeling. When coming back to New Orleans, the seven months she worked on The Raven Garden have been a great distraction but now there was nothing keep her mind off Al- ahem, Australia.

"And you make that face." He pointed to her. "All the time."

Bonnie blinked hearing Damon come from beside her. "What face?"

"Like you're about to cry."

Bonnie felt the familar sting in her eyes whenever she tried to hold back her tears. The tightness in her chest was becoming unbearable. Why? Why now? All these months she have been fine. Bonnie was able to keep her feelings contained around her family and friends. She tried to be careful because she knew if she didn't, she would have to answer questions. Questions she was not ready to answer. Answers that would lead to the conversation about him.

The Bennett witch shook her head clearing her thoughts. "I'm fine, Damon." A lie.

"You're not."

"It's nothing." Another lie. "I'm good." And another.

Damon stared down at his best friend with concern. He knew Bonnie was not alright. He knew that something happened in Australia and he knew it was bad. Whatever happened it pissed the vampire off. "Since when do we keep things from each other?"

Those words stabbed Bonnie in the gut. She felt guilty keeping things from Damon but she really wasn't ready to unpack everything. Especially not now. Not after the wonderful days she just had.

"Thank you Damon for helping me." She leaned up to kiss her friend cheek as she turned him around to push him out the door. "Tell Stefan I owe him one too."

"Bonnie."

"I'll cook you guys a home cooked meal sometime next week."

"Bonnie."

"Or whenever I'm free. The shop going to be super busy."

"Bonnie!" Damon blocked himself from being pushed towards the entrance. "What happened?"

Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat. Tears finally fell down her cheeks. The squeeze on her chest lessened but pain wrecked through her body. Her heart was steadily bleeding out as her memories of Australia flashed forward. The blue sky. The wild flowers in the open field. The smell of the sun. The softness of fur under her fingers. The feel of hot kisses on her skin. Rough hands holding hers. Glowing yellow eyes in the night then soft hazel eyes in the light when she woke up next to him. To Alexander.

Damon felt immediate anger swelling inside him. Everything clicked. Everything finally made sense. "Was it him?" He watched Bonnie blink coming out her daze. "Was it that wolf?"

Bonnie took a second to actually hear what was being said to her but she couldn't find it in herself to try. Every one of her senses were preoccupied with everything Alexander. A werewolf she met in Melbourne Australia through an witch acquaintance that was teaching her about different flower and herb her properties to use in her shop.

Alexander wasn't supposed to be a part of Bonnie's trip. Alexander wasn't supposed to be a part of her life. However, the persistent wolf visited her everyday at the flower shop she volunteered. Then they toured all over Australia during the year together taking in the known and unknown beauty of the entire continent.

Then it happened. Something blossomed. Something new. Something sweet. Something magical happened between them. It wasn't no longer Bonnie and Alexander. It was them and Bonnie missed them. She missed him. Loved him.

But everything always comes to an end. Reality sinks in. Love breaks. A year was gone.

Bonnie took a deep breath. Her body was still rattling with pain thinking about her wolf but she had to keep herself from sinking into a pit of despair...at least until she was alone.

She wrap her arms around Damon's torso and snuggled herself deep into his embrace. This was nice. Her senses were briefly clouded with Damon and she was thankful for it. She was thankful for her best friend always being there for her. However he couldn't be here for this. He couldn’t fix this for her. Not heartbreak.

"I love you, Damon."

The Vampire looked down at the tiny witch in front of him. He just wanted to shake her until she tells him what was going on. Now he knew who was making Bonnie cry, he just needed to know the why. Whether Bonnie told him or not he already hated the mangy wolf. He remembered briefly Bonnie mentioning a wolf she met through her witch friend but he didn't know there was feelings involved. And he certainly didn't know why balto in some way hurt his Bonnie. Whatever the reason, Damnon was already planning to fly across the ocean to hunt the dog. However that could wait for now. Now he would hold his Bon Bon.

Damon leaned down to kiss Bonnie's wet cheeks then forehead. "I love you too, Bonnie."

With that confession and a few more minutes of some good vampy hugs and kisses, Damon left Bonnie in her shop. She stared at her friend driving off through the glass door. She was alone.

Now. Now she could openly-

"He's finally gone..."

Bonnie felt the back of her neck stand on attention. That voice. That smell. Those eyes. Golden eyes staring back at her through the glass door. Her mouth couldn't work to call out his name, stuck in her throat but her magic and mind was screaming it.

Alexander was here.

Here with her.

Here standing behind her.

Here with his broad chest pressed against her open back from her floral dress.

Alexander was here.

"I was waiting for him to leave." Alexander whispered against Bonnie cheek. "And I have to say...I am a little jealous." His hands then started to caress her shoulders then down her arms. "The way he touches you. The way he looks at you." He then kissed his little witch's neck. He hummed smelling the familar scent that was Bonnie. Wild honey, lavender, and sun on her skin. He loved it. The wolf found it simply mouth watering.

Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat finally finding her voice. "Alex...what are you doing here?"

Alexander kissed Bonnie's neck again then her shoulder. "I think what I hate the most though," he continued with his thoughts ignoring Bonnie's question. "What really makes me angry...was the fact he got to tell you the one thing I always wanted to say to you." His finger drew little circles on her neck then down to her shoulder blade. "The one thing you refuse from me..."

Bonnie could hear the anger laced in his soft spoken voice and it made her shiver deliciously. "Alex -"

"That vampire said he loved you." Alexander eyes met Bonnie's green eyes in their reflection. "Loves you..." His eyes began to glow a darker gold and his teeth began to lengthen. "Such pretty words..." He sneered.

Bonnie closed her eyes feeling Alexander wrapped his strong arms around her waist pulling her against him. His lips kissing her wet cheek then teeth nipped at them. Pain bloomed on her cheek but felt it ease as he began to kiss the pain away. She loved it.

"He loves you, he says..."

Bonnie opened her eyes and gasped at the sight. Eyes she remembered as her wolf's were no longer golden-yellow but a deep crimson red.

"I can't tell you that..."

"You'd run from me..."

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Bonnie Bennett OC Celebration Day Three - Werewolf Bonnie Bennett/Alexander Heuston

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I lost her once. I will not lose her again.

You are a celestial fox. The heavens will not let you go easily.

Let them try and stop me.

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Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bonnie Bennett/OC Characters: Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes, Matt Donovan, Tyler Lockwood, Jeremy Gilbert Additional Tags: BBOCCELEBRATION, Day one–Bonnie meets an ancestor, Day Two–baby vampires are dumb sometimes, Day Three-werewolves in the FBI?, It’s more likely than you think!, Day Four–Human, who doesn’t like lifeguards?, Day Five–More Fae and Dragons!, Well One Dragon, but still, Day Six–did someone say mermaid?, Day Seven–Free For All, I chose Archivists, Because that’s what Rudy is in my personal head canon, and Bonnie needed more family Summary:

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"It's precious how you try to run from me."

"You can't keep me here."

"I can...and I will...do you want to know why, Bonnie Bennet?"

"..."

"Because you are mine, dear heart. In every sense of the word you are and always will be mine. No matter how much you try to deny me."

"And deny you I will." Bonnie turned from Magnus.

Magnus grinned maliciously. "I love to see you try." The ancient vampire leaned down to kiss the little witch's forehead. He could feel Bonnie's magic raging inside her wanting to break free and tear him apart. How delicious. The more heightening her magic, the more her blood sings. The smell on her skin made his tongue heavy and fangs ache. His little witch smelled absolutely delicious. "You're so sweet."

"And you're disgusting." Bonnie's hissed.

Magnus raised her hands and kissed her knuckles then each of her fingers. Bonnie hated how she felt the twinge in her stomach feeling the sensation of his beard scratched against her skin. The softness of his cold lips against her warm hands. He then kissed the silver band nestled on her ring finger that matched his own.

"My darling wife -"

"Don't call me that!" Bonnie snatched her hands away only to have it snatched back. "I never agreed to be your wife. You lied to me. Tricked me and kidnapped me to lock me in this cheesy transylvanian castle."

Magnus shrugged slightly kissing her fingertips. "Technicalities." He murmured.

The witch's magic made her blood boil. She could feel her bones vibrating. Her ears buzzed from the blood rushing wildly. Shaking and screaming wanting to break free only to be contained by the ancient vampire's magic from a bite. Two punctured holes that were nestled on the left of Bonnie's inner thigh. A mark that was his and only his to be seen on his beautiful wife.

"If I had control of my magic, I-"

"You would do nothing, my dear heart." Magnus whispered against her plump lips. "You love me, remember?" Magnus kissed her cheek. He inwardly moaned feeling her tremble against him. Such a scrumptious mortal. "You love me so...so dearly."

Bonnie blink back her tears hearing her own words that were soft and full of love from her lips was being mocked and disgracefully stained. Stunned by the vileness of his tone as if he slapped her in the face. What was supposed to be a night of passion and full of love was blackened and splotted from the horrible truth of what and who Magnus was. A monster.

"I hate you." Tears finally fell from Bonnie's eyes. Her heart was broken. "I hate you."

Magnus watched his beautiful wife's tears continue to fall down her red flushed cheeks. The vampire couldn't understand how he gotten so lucky. "I know you do." He then wiped her tears with his thumb. Even her tears smelled divine. "Hate usually are felt towards monsters from the beautiful." He tucked her her short brown hair behind her ear. "And you are very beautiful, my darling heart."

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Bonnie Bennett OC Celebration Day 1: Witch

Rune O’Clery:

Walks the razor edge of life and death as the bridge between - feared and misunderstood by many outside of his coven. It’s safe to say he doesn’t get out much. In walking that razor edge he’s gotten good at reading people’s true intentions and has made all of his decisions based off of that. He has no time for those who are a danger to themselves, others, and by extension, his coven. 

Leader of the Celtic Coven - hidden deep within the Carpathian forests and mountains - they are known as necromancers. What they do however, and the balance they keep, is far more intricate. Speak with the dead and help those to transition over. They are the most well informed and well educated of the world’s covens because of their willingness to listen. The chosen physical form ‘ferrymen’ for any and all spirits passing from the physical plain to the spiritual.

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Bonnie Bennett OC Celebration Day Two: Vampire

Bonnie is walking into a den of wolves (only not really because wolves she is comfortable around, wolves she understands — these vampires make her skin crawl).  She does her best to put one foot in the other, balancing on shoes that were never made for her.  She worries that if she twists the wrong way she will spill out of her dress and make a spectacle of herself (not ideal considering she is trying to blend in). 

This has all been Lolo’s idea.  

She can’t stop herself from casting a glance in her companion’s direction.  Lolo walks with grace and owns the space she is in.  Bonnie finds herself envious of that ability even if she hates the fact that Lolo also regularly dines on human blood.  

“You look as if you would rather throw yourself into a pile of snakes,” Lolo chides, her voice betraying her amusement.

“I thought that is what I was doing,” Bonnie shoots back.  She refuses to let the vampire get the better of her (as she had so many times before). 

Lolo slides an arm throw Bonnie’s and pulls her closer.  Bonnie has no choice but to match Lolo’s pace and therefore they enter the room together.  She is aware that some turn to look and there is part of her that wants to rip herself free of Lolo’s grip — a not so subtle push to show that she is no part of who Lolo is.  But then there is a part of her, somewhere shoved down deep, that wants to pull the vampire closer.

(wants to stake her claim)

“Are you sure that Aya will be here?” Bonnie asks after she has fought back against her own instincts and pulled her arm away. She begins to search the room, desperate to the find the woman who would get her one step closer to the infamous de Martel brother. She needs to finally meet the bastard who is responsible for her friend’s current predicament.  

“She will,” Lolo assures her confidently.  She reaches out and plucks a glass from a tray.  The liquid is red and thick.  Bonnie nearly gags.  Lolo merely grins.  “You are so judgmental, witch.  If you needed to drink a potion I would hardly turn up my nose.”

“Not the same thing.”  

Lolo shrugs her shoulders and takes her first sip.

Bonnie groans and goes back to scanning the crowd.  She can tell that by the end of the night she will wish to forget she has been here.  But for now, she does her best to relax once more.  Perhaps she would have stayed rooted to the spot but Lolo places a hand at the small of her back and begins to guide her into the fray.  

“Aya never misses this particular get together…”

“Except tonight.”

The voice is quiet, male — and without even laying eyes on him, Bonnie gets a chill.  She notices a distinct change in Lolo too.  For a moment, the confident vampire that Bonnie has come to know (and yes, even like, although she will not admit aloud) disappears.  Both women turn their head.

“Tristan de Martel?” Bonnie questions.

Lolo nods. 

“I had heard you both were looking for me,” he begins.  “So I decided to cut the chase in half.  After all, no one refuses a Bennett witch and it has been far too long, Lorena.”  

Lolo maintains her silence but Bonnie doesn’t miss how she once again loops her arm through Bonnie’s.  Whatever is about to happen, they are in it together.

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 Day two: Vampire

The ring had pierced his skin, and blood slowly flowed from his finger. The excruciating pain was a firm reminder that I could break the binding contract between him and the Bennett witch bloodline. It mattered little that he was revered like a god. What weight did his crown have in front of a word given to a witch? She could summon him, and he would have to run like his insignificant subject. Summoning, she had indeed sent a letter to call for him. For millennia, none of her descendants had dared to seek his services. He had left and started to rule the world as she had promised when she gave him the ring. Yet, Bennett, Sheila if he remembered correctly, had called. A simple letter with a few lines. 

I beg you to watch after Bonnie. She is now the last of us.

He had no choice but to run. The last of the Bennett meant the last of their magic. The world could do without their magic, but his empire could not survive without the immunity the first Bennett witch had given him. He had abandoned his throne, afraid to lose it as soon as the last Bennett died. 

Now, he had crossed many seas to find her. Here, she was. Piles of broken bones, bleeding from thousands of cuts on her body. His own finger was a cruel reminder that she was too precious to die. He would not allow her to die. 

Bonnie Bennett had not died. She had survived to ask how she did not die. He stood by the corner of a room, more of a shadow than an actual presence. He had seen those who came to threaten. He had heard those who came to beg for their own survival. No one had truly come to console her and promise protection. 

 "Bonnie Bennett,"

 His voice came from the crack in the dark corner of the room. 

"I am not here to threaten your life as I do not bother with simple acts."

 Bonnie heard the step before he appeared completely before her. 

"Who are you?" Bonnie asked when his lanky form shaped out to become delicate features and ethereal traits. 

"The one who walked the night long before he met your oldest ancestors," He replied. "But you must know me as Beathan." 

From the sudden rise of her heartbeat, she knew of him. 

"I did not call." Bonnie replied. 

"Someone wiser did," He moved closer to Bonnie. "And now I am here to wedge a war in your name." Beathan adds. 

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AU-gust Day 26: Paparazzi

“Love is a vampire’s greatest weakness. And we are not weak, Elijah. We do not feel, and we do not care.” —Klaus Mikaelson

It starts with a viral candid photo of a client with a creature not meant to be seen by the human eyes of their world. It ends with him facing off with his rival, Bonnie Bennett, in order to gain control of a situation spiraling quickly into chaos.

Once, Bonnie had been Elijah Mikaelson’s most-promising protégé.

Now, she is his greatest competitor…and weakness.

But the Original knows all too well that vampires cannot be weak.

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Day 12: Candyman

“Standing in a golden frame, Looking out, but we won’t change. Anywhere we may roam, Boulevards far from home. ‘Til our final scene, You’ve got the best of me.” —New Manhattan, Joy Crookes

Bonnie Bennett has done the impossible with the Salvatore Syndicate — keeping it afloat after the sudden death of its leader and her beloved husband, Damon Salvatore. But a witch leading a vampire crime outfit leaves Bonnie with few allies, and enemies around every corner looking to see her fail.

As the Original Family looks to expand north after securing their home in New Orleans, the widow reaches out with a risky proposal for an alliance with the legendary Mikaelsons. For there is one belief the two organizations share — family is power. And Bonnie will do anything for the people she calls family.

(In which Bonnie Bennett won’t let something like her heart get in the way of doing business, even if it longs to love again.)

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This week we are welcoming Autumn with the Bonnie Bennett OC Celebration! 

Starting on Thursday, September 22nd, the OC celebration challenges creators to answer the question: if you were creating the perfect love interest for our witch, just who would that be?  Each day has a different prompt (based on species) but feel free to ignore that if you want.  Creators are given free range with how they want to present their work too.  Want to write a small meet cute? Give us a rundown of the vitals of your love interest?  Create a manip? Music Video?  Whatever works! Just don’t forget to tag bboccelebration.  I will be reblogging them all here on The Bennett Diaries.  

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Bonnie Bennett Witchy Week

October 28th - November 4th

Two sets of prompts for inspiration!

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